#yes i cried about seeing anakin again

[supermarvelgirl15]

A Kanan Jarrus mention? Huyang giving Ezra an identical lightsaber part that Kanan had? The talk about Mandalore and Sabine's family? Ahsoka talking about Anakin's loyalty to her? A possible nod to “Do or do not. There is no try”? The Talzin's sword? Zombie stormtroopers like the zombie Nightsisters in Jedi: Fallen Order? Sabine finally controlling the Force? Sabine sacrificing her want to be with Ezra to stay with Ahsoka? Sabine and Ezra being separated yet again? Ahsoka seeing her owl? Ezra using a com and putting on stormtrooper armor like they always did in Rebels? Chopper being able to recognize Ezra? Hera finally seeing Ezra again? The Father, Son, and decapitated Daughter statues? Sabine being able to feel Anakin's Force ghost? Ahsoka feeling him? ANAKIN'S FORCE GHOST????

[xzaddyzanakinx]

Romance Novel

Stepdad!Anakin Skywalker x femme reader Oneshot

18+ MDNI

Warnings: unprotected PiV, oral (female receiving), inappropriate relationships, scent kink? panty kink? Anakin is freaky idk, L-bomb, accidental cumming inside you

Info: Anakin is your stepdad, you’re in college, he LOVES to embarrass/tease you; so of course he can’t miss the opportunity to read your filthy little romance novel!!! Sweet n’ tender, alittle mushy ❤️ low key making fun of myself/fanfic writers just alittle with the book Ani teases you about (hehehhehehe)

"That's better," Anakin mutters in satisfaction, wrapping an arm around around you as you tucked yourself against his side.

"So, what have you been reading?" He asks, taking a long drag from his cigarette before exhaling slowly.

"Oh, just some romance novel," you mumbled, trying to sound casual. Knowing we would tease you about it.

Anakin chuckled lowly, his deep baritone reverberating through the room. "Aww, a little romance, huh? Do tell me more about these knights and their damsels in distress." He teased, kissing the top of your head.

“Anakin.” You groaned, your face getting pink with embarrassment.

"Those college boys really so bad you had to turn to books?” He chuckled, grabbing the book from the coffee table.

“Jesus… this is raunchy.” He laughed, a glint of something dark in his eyes as he looked over at you. “you like this stuff?”

“I mean… yeah?” You giggled nervously “I’m reading it aren’t I?”

"I knew it," Anakin smirked, setting aside the cigarette in the ashtray and flipping through the pages again. "You're not as innocent as you let on."

“Wow.” He chuckled, a wide grin on his face as he read over a paragraph.

“Maybe I should be your narrator for a minute. Just to see you blush.” He teased, pinching your thigh lightly as he cleared his throat.

“No!” You yelped trying to grab the book from his hands. “Oh my god no, please I’d rather die.”

"Well, I’ll make sure they play your favorite song at your funeral.” He grinned wide and devilish.

Anakin started to read out loud, his deep voice flowing like honey. His hand slowly crept upwards, tracing along your thigh until it reached the hemline of your skirt.

"The hero, strong and muscular, towering over the petite damsel... ohh, she feels his hands caressing her delicate curves..." He said mockingly, his fingers brushed against your waist.

“She closes her eyes, surrendering to his touch..." He wiggled his eyebrows at you, a smarmy expression on his face.

“Really?” You huffed, rolling your eyes and pretending this wasn’t doing anything for you. Nothing at all.

“Gods… this is-“ He cleared his throat, not-so-subtly adjusting himself through his sweatpants.

“He dipped his tongue into her dripping hole, devouring her slicked cunt with lewd slurping noises.” He glanced over at you to gauge your reaction.

“Anakin!” You gasped, covering your face with your hands. You were getting flustered, panties dampening just at the thought of Anakin doing those things to you. It was even worse that he was saying them out loud to you.

“Hmm. Let’s see… gonna skip ahead just a bit.” He hummed, obviously having a wonderful time embarrassing you.

"Ah, yes... the climax," Anakin chuckled, his voice husky as he continued reading. “The hero thrusts his massive cock into her tight, virgin entrance, filling her up to the brim..."

"She cried out in pain and pleasure alike, begging for more..." He paused, his eyes locked onto yours.

You knew what he was doing. He knew what he was doing. What he was trying to convey through his beautiful blue eyes. His want. His need for you.

You’d known for a while about his secret obsession. He spoiled you, treated you like a true princess, hell he was more attentive to you than your mom… his wife. Since they married last year, they’ve done nothing but argue. Anakin is so sweet and caring, he deserves better than her. Maybe he deserves you instead.

“Anakin…” You whispered. Your cheeks red as you chewed your lip and squeezed your thighs tightly together to get some pressure on your throbbing clit.

"What is it doll?" He asked softly, reaching over to stroke your hair in a comforting manner.

“I-I just…” You stuttered, flustered and embarrassed by the situation. You’d always found Anakin attractive, just as he did you. But this was not right. You shouldn’t be wet at the thought of your stepdad, it’s wrong…. Right?

“Take your time sweet girl.” He whispered, pulling you closer, wrapping a strong muscular arm around you while he gently rubbed your lower back.

“I want to give you what you want.” He mumbled, his lips pressed against your temple. “But you have to be the one to ask for it.”

You sighed, furrowing your brows in thought as you buried your head into his shoulder.

“Please.” You whispered. “Don’t make me say it.”

He shook his head. Giving you the answer you didn’t want. You knew he needed to hear it from you. To know he wasn’t crazy for thinking this way, to know you felt something too. To have it said aloud.

You lifted your head and looked up at him. Seeing the same hunger in his eyes that you knew were in your own.

“Tell me what you need.” He softly commanded.

“I wanna kiss you… please?” You asked, voice shaking with nervousness.

He leaned in and tilted your chin just enough so that your noses were touching and whispered sweetly, honeyed and smooth. "You want me to kiss you?"

“Yes.” You said without hesitation, causing Anakin let out a puff of air in a breathy laugh.

“I’m proud of you baby… I’ve been waiting so patiently for you to ask.” He mumbled against your lips, making you wait a few seconds more before giving you what you both so desperately wanted.

The kiss was loving. His soft lips smoothed over yours, slotting together as though they were meant to be. Like two magnets that had finally been turned the right way, snapping into place the way nature intended. He wasn’t rushed, not like you were. He groaned and chuckled when you tried to lift your shirt over your head, his strong hands stopping you.

You should’ve felt embarrassed. Being so desperate for your stepfather’s touch, so needy for the man before you. But you weren’t, you couldn’t be. Not when he looked at you like that.

“No, no. I don’t want to rush this." Anakin spoke between breaks in the kiss, his thumbs teasing your bare stomach beneath your shirt, tracing circles around your bellybutton and downwards towards the waistband of your skirt.

He carefully slipped his tongue past your lips, massaging your tongue with his. The taste of him was so… right. Perfectly curated for your liking. Like the fancy wine he bought for you to share sometimes. You couldn’t help but moan in response, thinking of all those times you could’ve done this, thinking how clear it was… your attraction to each other, how foolish you’d both been to ignore it.

You moaned, needy and practically distraught over his lack of touch. “Please, I need more.”

He groaned, pulling you into his lap to straddle his thighs. His calloused hands slipping beneath the soft fabric of your skirt. Grabbing a handful of ass to guide you closer, pressing you against his chest.

“I will give you everything.” He whispered, his breath hot against your neck as he placed sloppy kisses there. “just let me take my time.”

“Mmmhhhmm.” You hummed in agreement, the feeling of his lips against your sensitive flesh was satisfying in a way you’d never felt before. Midas’s touch in the form of a kiss.

“Ani… th-that feels good.” You breathed out, your voice showing how much you really wanted him. If there was one thing you couldn’t control, it was that. The tone of your voice. Try your best and still, Anakin would always know what you really meant, how you really felt.

Anakin smiled, his lips moving downwards along your neck and collarbone, nibbling on the sensitive skin as he went. He wasn’t planning on speeding this up anytime soon, he was going to tenderly torture you by making you wait. Making you earn it.

“Anakin…” You whimpered, hips unintentionally grinding against the bulge in his sweat pants. “giving me goosebumps.”

Humming, his hand sliding beneath your ass and lifting you up slightly before setting you back down on his lap, now directly centered over his hard bulge. His lips traveled lower, kissing and sucking along the slope of your cleavage, stopping just short of the fleshy part you so badly wanted him to squeeze.

"Are you okay, doll?" He asked, his voice husky with desire.

“Yes.” You nodded, rolling your hips against him. It send a strike of lightning through your cunt, exiting your needy body in the form of a desperate whine.

“Please touch me.” You begged, arm around his neck, hand in his hair while your other fisted the hem of his shirt.* “please I can’t take much more.”

"Patience darlin’. I am not doing that out here, you deserve a real bed." He growled, standing up from the couch and pulling you with him. He carried you towards your bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him with his foot.

Once inside, he placed you on the bed, crawling over top of you, pinning you down with his weight. His mouth returned to cradle yours, devouring you hungrily while his hands continued their relentless exploration of your body.

Anakin pulled away from the kiss, sitting up on his knees and pulling you against his chest to suckle on your neck again. Nipping your earlobe gently as he slowly slid his hands beneath your skirt again. His rough palms gliding over the backs of your smooth thighs. His fingers teasing the crease of your ass cheeks at the top of your thigh before following the line of your panties. He gently tugged it down until it pooled around your bent knees. You quickly kicked it off and out of the way.

Carefully he lifted your shirt up and over your head, as though he were unwrapping something delicate and breakable. The wind knocked out of him with the realization you weren’t wearing a bra. You giggled to yourself thinking ‘yeah, could’ve found that out earlier if you just would’ve touched me.’.

But if you were being honest, you preferred it this way. Being able to see his reaction to your body, the unobstructed view of his eyes as they widened. His pupils dilating in love and lust.

"Oh fuck..." His voice cracked as he looked down at your bare breasts, nipples hard and begging for attention. "You are beautiful..."

Anakin's hand cupped one breast, squeezing firmly, rolling the nipple between his thumb and index finger while the other hand found its way to your waist.

“Ohh Ani.” You gasped at his touch, ‘finally’, you thought, ‘this was worth the wait.’. A fresh gush of arousal leaking out to form a wet spot on your panties.

“Anakin, please you’re torturing me.” You whined, desperate for more, anything more.

"I told you I'd give you everything, baby girl." Anakin purred, his hand moving up to tenderly trace your jaw. “but I’m not going to fuck you.” He whispered kissing you softly to quiet your attempt at protest.

“Shhh, I’m not gonna fuck you.” He pulled back, looking into your eyes with a depth of emotion you’d never seen before. He slowly lowered you back down onto the bed. Ensuring your comfort before kissing you again, licking down your jaw to find your earlobe and suck it between his teeth. He released it slowly, and whispered in a deliciously low rumble.* “I’m gonna make love to you.”

The wave of pure lust and arousal that washed over your body was almost painful in the way that it made every pore of your very being cry out for him. Willing you to beg for more, more, more.

He sucked one nipple into his mouth, resting his upper body weight on your stomach. It should’ve been uncomfortable, but it wasn’t. It was actually kind of comforting? Keeping you grounded when all your mind wanted to do was float up to the clouds.

“Fuck.” You breathed out, his lips moving to give the other nipple the same love and attention.

You mewled, trying to buck your hips and squeeze your hand unoccupied with guiding his head on your breasts, down between you to give yourself some well deserved friction on your clit.

He didn’t stop you, nor did he speak, he just looked up at you from his work on your raw and red nipples with a disapproving expression. Reluctantly you returned the hand to its previous position of tracing invisible lines between his shoulder blades.

“That's a good girl." Anakin praised, releasing your nipple with a soft pop. His lips trailed downwards, leaving a trail of fire along your stomach before reaching your panty-covered mound.

He gripped your hips and dragged you to the edge of the bed so he could kneel between your thighs. He kissed and nipped his way up your inner thigh, stopping to bury his face into the fabric of your soaked panties, inhaling deeply.

You squirmed, cheeks flushed and chest feeling hot. What was he doing? Your heart raced at the way he brazenly took in your scent, he looked completely unfazed, as though this was a normal thing that every man does. Maybe he thought they did, or should.

“Goddamnit.” He moaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he rested his forehead at the crease of your thigh, his lips still dangerously close to your cunt.

“M’taking these off dollface.” He whispered in a husky tone.

He peeled your damp panties off, bunching them in his hand while his other teasingly dragged his fingers through the curly hairs between your legs. He brought the fabric to his face again and inhaled like he was oxygen starved. His voice rumbled in his throat as he removed his hand from its place of teasing to assist his other in unwadding the panties.

“Smells so goddamn good.” He growled, bringing them back up to his face; making eye contact as he dragged his tongue across the large wet patch on the fabric.

Oh. Oh, okay… so he’s kinky; you whimpered at the realization that he’d somehow gotten even harder just from your scent. You couldn’t help but be incredibly turned on at this unexpected moment. It was filthy, so filthy. But more importantly it was extremely fucking hot.

At devious thought occurred in this moment; ‘has he done this before? He’s done your laundry often… fuck, that would just make it even hotter.’

“Mmmhmm..." Anakin moaned and nodded his head as if to answer your unasked question, his eyes locked on yours as he tossed the panties behind him.

He slowly lowered his head to finally get a proper look at your wet and waiting cunt.

“Oh my poor girl.” He cooed, his eyebrows furrowed as he glanced up at you through hooded lids. “all swollen n’ red baby. I made you wait to long didn’t I?”

“Uh huh.” You nodded frantically. “need you Ani… please.“

You tried to wiggle your hips alittle closer to his mouth but his strong hands held you firmly in place, causing a whine of impatience to fall from your lips.

“Anakin please!” You begged without hesitation, without a second thought at how desperate you must sound. “please, please I can’t stand it anymore. It hurts.”

“Shh it’s alright sweetheart." He said, tracing slow circles around your entrance with his index finger, collecting more of your juices before bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean. “I’ll make it all better.”

He paused, his thumb pressed against your swollen, throbbing clit, teasing you mercilessly. "Is this where it hurts baby girl?"

“Gods yes.” You groaned through gritted teeth. Your hand fisting the sheets beside you while the other laced through his thick hair.

At your admission he slowly began to lick and suck your sensitive folds. Each stroke of his tongue sent wave after wave of pleasure to blanket your aching pussy in well earned attention.

His hands gripped your thighs tightly, legs wrapped around him as he buried his face between your legs, his tongue delving deeper inside with each thrust. His fingers trailed along your collarbone before reaching up to caress your breast again, massaging it roughly while keeping eye contact.

"Perfect… such a pretty little pussy." He groaned, his voice almost broken by the intensity of desire in his tone.

His dirty words lit a fire in your stomach that burned hotter and hotter with each swirl of his tongue. Gently he inserting one long digit into your sopping hole, the vibration from the lustful rumble in his throat traveled straight to the coil wound tightly in your gut.

"That's it baby girl, you’re close already huh?." Anakin encouraged, his breath hot against your needy core.

Each thrust of his finger making your body shake and quiver. His tongue continued its relentless assault on your swollen and overwhelmed clit. The way he spoke, even with his face buried and his words muffled from your wet folds… it was beautiful. He was beautiful. His eyes looking up at you with love and devotion as he showered your most intimate place in pleasure.

“There it is… you can do it baby.” He panted.

He added another finger, spreading you wider apart, stretching gently but firmly. He brought his other hand down to pull and pinch your clit, holding it firmly while he viscously attacked it with his talented tongue and the suction of his plump lips. His two fingers relentlessly massaging the spongy front wall of your cunt.

“Anakin oh my god.” You gasped, white hot lightening shooting through you and practically blinding you with pleasure as your legs quivered, thighs clamping around his head.

“Cum-cumming oh fuck don’t stop!” You cried out his name in ecstasy. He took your pleas to heart, he never faltered in his strokes; only humming and moaning along with you as he greedily drank down every drop of your juices.

Anakin kept sucking and licking, his tongue tracing every inch of your sensitive folds until he felt you start to calm down. Only then did he slowly withdraw his fingers from your aching core, leaving you drenched and panting.

"That was beautiful, doll." He praised, wiping his face with the back of his hand before standing up to gaze down at you with a satisfied smirk. “You’re just a fucking Angel aren’t you?"

Without further ado, he pushed his pants and boxers down, freeing his thick, hardened member. It throbbed and leaked a bead of precum, glistening in the dim starlight that illuminated the room.

He helped you get settled back into the center of the bed, positioning himself over you, one hand caressing your red cheeks with his still wet and sticky fingers. Going behind the trail he’d left to lick it away, pulling back to make eye contact while he sucked his digits clean.

“Damn… th-that’s hot.” You whispered, eyes widened as you watched him throughly clean every trace of creamy juices from his fingers.

“You taste so fucking good." Anakin growled, his hand moving down to cup your breast again, squeezing and massaging it roughly while his thumb circled your nipple.

With his weight propped up on one forearm he leaned forward to capture your lips in a slow and loving embrace, his tongue tracing the seam, begging be let in.

You moaned, dropping your jaw slightly to allow him to explore the depths of your mouth as he pleased.

Breaking the kiss Anakin looked down at you, cupping your cheek in his hand. A look of something foreign and familiar in his icy blues. He looked like he wanted to say something, his plump lips parted slightly, tongue darting out to wet them. He closed his eyes for a moment and pressed his forehead to yours, rubbing his nose against yours in that odd affectionate way that he often did. When he pulled back, the look was still there, just dimmer, calmer.

“Let me show you what it feels like to be worshipped as you deserve to be.” He pleaded, positioning himself between your spread legs. Slowly, he lowered himself onto you, his thick cockhead pressing against your sensitive entrance.

"Tell me when you're ready, baby girl." He panted, his hips rocking back and forth teasingly, rubbing the head of his cock against your tight opening. Gathering your mixture of slick and his saliva to lube his cock. “I’ll be so gentle, I’ll make sure you feel good baby. This is all about you.”

“I’m ready.” You whispered, looking at him as his free hand soothed you with gentle caresses on your waist, over your navel and back again.

Anakin groaned, his eyes locked on yours as he slowly pushed inside, inch by agonizingly slow inch. Each bit of his girthy cockhead sliding deeper into your tight, stretched passage.

You moaned, arching upwards towards him, fingers digging into his shoulders, nails leaving small crescent marks in his skin.

He paused for a moment, letting you adjust to the intrusion before resuming his pace. Each thrust was slower than the last, each one deeper, stretching you wider and wider until he finally bottomed out, his hips rocking against yours in a steady rhythm.

"Relax sweetheart. Daddy’s got you." He groaned, his breath hot against your ear, teeth nipping lightly at your earlobe.

The growl in his voice, the gritty undertone of the one little word made you clench tightly around his cock, alittle ashamed at loving the way he called himself that. You’d been so caught up drowning in pleasure, you had practically forgotten Anakin was your stepfather, forgotten how wrong this was, forgotten that he wasn’t yours. The reminder almost brought you to tears, or maybe it was the way he circled his hips to hit every ridge and crevice in the depths of your pussy. Maybe it was the way he held you closely as he rocked into you, both his arms tucked underneath you, one hand cradling your head, the other had a firm grip on your ass.

Or perhaps it was the way he praised you, complimented you, put you up on a golden dais. When he said he wanted to worship you, he truly meant it. Every inch of your body felt surrounded by him, like you were fully blanketed in his tender attention.

His hand left your ass to grip your leg tightly, pushing it back and up to your side; anchoring himself as he buried his cock deeper inside with each thrust. Every time he pulled out, he trailed his cockhead along your sensitive folds, before plunging back in again, hitting your G-spot perfectly.

"You’re so fucking tight, baby girl." He groaned, his voice low and husky. "Oh goddamn, I'm close..."

The sensuality of it, the sloshing sound your unbelievably wet cunt was making each and every time he moved, the fact that I could feel your own arousal dripping down your legs, it was overwhelming.

You were so focused on everything you were feeling that you only registered Anakin’s next words after you heard him let out a reedy whimper.

“Fucking hell. You’re killing me here doll.” He groaned. “squeezing me s’tight, being so fucking loud.”

Loud? You were being loud? Oh shit… you were being loud.

“Moaning like a fucking pornstar.” He mumbled, his eyebrows pinched together in concentration.

You flew back to the present moment, suddenly aware of everything ten times more intensely. A roar of white noise deafened you as your eyes rolled back in your head. Your throat constricting as you let out an unholy scream of pure heaven-sent pleasure. Your legs shaking, hands finding purchase behind your head in the form of gripping the headboard.

You called out Anakin’s name over and over again as though it was the only word you knew, your orgasm flooded you in ecstasy coating his cock and thighs in squirt, soaking the bed beneath you.

Anakin groaned, his own orgasm threatening to crash over him like a tidal wave. His grip on your leg tightened to the point of bruising as he pounded into you harder, faster, fucking you so senseless that you were as limp as a rag doll in his arms, whining and moaning, tears of pleasure and overstimulation trickling down your cheeks.

He growled low in his throat, his voice hoarse with need. "Oh fuck... Oh goddamn..."

Anakin groaned, leaning back to watch his cock disappear into your well-fucked hole. His bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

“Shhh-shit shit fuck oh…” His hips stuttered and you swear you saw goosebumps flare up on his arms as he scrunched his eyes shut and let out a low whine.

“Damnit, oh shit.” His breath hitched as he came, as though it took him by surprise. He quickly pulled out, watching his cock twitch as it prepared to shoot another load of sticky white cum. He lightly laughed at himself and looked down at you before pushing back in deeply, his cockhead brushing your cervix as he emptied the rest of his seed into you. “Fuck it I guess. Too late now.” He panted.

The feeling of him emptying himself inside you was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. It was hot, sticky, and somehow right. He remained buried deep, his breath steadying slowly, and his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"That was... damn." He finally managed to pull out of you slowly, his cock still half-hard, drenched in your shared fluids.

“Ani.” You moaned softly, chasing after him as he flopped over onto his back. You crawled over and tucked yourself against his side, playing with the coarse hairs beneath his navel.

"Mmm... you okay baby girl?" Anakin asked, reaching over to run a finger down your back, tracing the line of sweat that had accumulated during your lovemaking.

"Uh huh." You murmured, snuggling closer to him, your hand moving up to trace circles on his chest. You felt oddly content in this position, nestled against him, bodies still joined together by the thin layer of sweat and cum.

"Good." He muttered, placing a gentle kiss on top of my head. After a moment of silence, he spoke up. "How about we go shower? And I’ll change the sheets if you’ll go get me my cigarettes from the living room.”

“Deal.” You sighed contendedly. Standing up on wobbly legs, shooting Anakin a glare when he laughed at your expense; grabbing your ass to ‘help’ steady you.

"My poor little princess." Anakin chuckled, watching you stumble toward the bathroom door. "I don't think you'll be able to walk straight for hours."

Once in the bathroom, he turned on the water and waited patiently for it to heat up before joining you under the showerhead.

"Use my soap," he instructed, passing you a bar of something resembling cedar. "I want you to smell like me." He added as he nipped your shoulder.

You giggled and did as you were told, letting him wash your hair while you rinsed the soap from your body.

After stepping out of the shower he wrapped you in a towel as well as himself. Then ushered you to the sink so he could brush the tangles from your hair, he did this often, but now it felt different, more intimate… special.

He patted your ass with the back of the hair brush to send you off to get his cigarettes while he made the bed with clean sheets.

You happily went about the task and brought the cigarettes as well as a cup of ice water. By the time you returned Anakin was straightening out the blankets.

"Thanks, doll." Anakin accepted the items with a nod and smile, handing you a clean pair of panties as he slipped into some fresh boxers. Once dressed, he motioned for you to lie down, while he walked over to plop himself in your beanbag chair.

“What’re you doing all the way over there?” You complained.

“Shhh.” He chuckled. “I’m not smoking in the bed. It’ll make the sheets reek.“

“Fine.” You huffed. Letting your arm hang over the side of the bed as you looked over at him, watching the smoke curl around his head.

“You’re staring sweetheart.” He chuckled.

“Mhm. I know.” You nodded. “just… like to look at you.”

Anakin took a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke that drifted toward you. His eyes flickered with something you couldn't quite identify, possibly contentment mixed with a hint of something else.

"You're beautiful. Always." He murmured, taking another drag before setting aside the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand and putting out his cigarette in an empty water bottle on your nightstand. “I love to look at you too.”

You blushed, smiling as he crawled in beside you to pull you into a crushing embrace. Slowly releasing you to tilt up your chin for a slow and tender kiss.

“Is it… okay if I sleep in here with you?” He asked. Tracing your lips with the pad of his thumb.

“Yeah.” You nodded happily. “I’d like that.”

"Good girl." Anakin smiled, rolling onto his side to spoon you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his chest pressing against your back as he placed a soft kiss on the nape of your neck.

His hand drew patterns on your stomach, occasionally traveling up between the valley of your breasts.

His voice was low, almost inaudible as he spoke. “This- it feels right. Doesn’t it?”

“Yeah… it does.” You agreed, in the same tentative tone. You weren’t sure where he was going with this conversation but you were hopeful that maybe it meant this wouldn’t be a one time thing. Maybe it meant he could be yours… maybe.

Anakin’s hand moved lower, tracing slow circles along your panty line before settling on your hip bone. His thumb massaged in a lazy circle, mirroring the rhythm of his breathing.

"This is probably a bad idea." He muttered, voice thick with emotion. “what I’m about to say.”

"But I can't fucking stop thinking about you. Everything about you... your smile, your laugh, the excited little clap you do when you’re happy.” He whispered.

“I would do anything to make sure you’re always that happy, that’s why I spoil you the way I do. You’re… you’re the most important person in this world to me.”

“Now that I’ve had you… your smell, your taste, how it feels to hold you. To kiss you.” You couldn’t see his face but knew he was on the verge of tears by the way his voice cracked.

“I don’t know what to do. I-you’re… you are everything I want.” He cleared his throat.

“I think…” He breathed deeply. “I think I’ve loved you in ways that I shouldn’t for a long time now.”

“You love me?” You asked quietly, heart leaping from its cage and clawing up your throat.

Anakin didn’t respond immediately, leaving you both in a suffocating silence. You felt his heart racing faster against your back, matching the beat of your own.

"Yes." He finally managed to whisper, voice breaking. "I love you, doll. Always have." His hand squeezed yours tightly, his thumb tracing slow circles on your palm.

“I want more.” He choked out. “and I know I shouldn’t.”

Anakin remained silent, his breathing slowly returning to normal as he processed his own confession.

"I don't fucking care." He finally said, his voice raw with emotion. "I want you, I've wanted you for years. And now that we're here... I can't stand the thought of not having you."

“Please say something.” He whispered, his forehead resting on the nape of my neck.

You let out a shaky breath, feeling your eyes welling up with tears of joy and relief. "I love you too, Anakin."

“I- um… I don’t-“ You stammered, turning over to look at him with tear stained cheeks. “I don’t want to be without you. I love you. I want to be yours. I want- I mean… Anakin I…”

He quickly scooped you into his arms to hold you tightly, cradling your head as you cried.

“Shhh. It’s alright doll.” He said, stifling his own emotions. “it’s okay. I will figure this out for us okay? I will.”

You sniffled. “Promise?”

"Promise." Anakin parroted back.

He held you tightly, rocking you both until you calmed down, and eventually, exhaustion caught up to you . You drifted off to sleep, wrapped in his arms, feeling safer than you had ever felt before.

Lord Vader have mercy on my soul for the smut about to be unleashed on my page. This is a sweet little mushy thing… but my notes app is plagued with raunchy things that probably should’ve never left my brain.

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[bluetimeombre]

✧˚ · . 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞,

✧˚ What if Logan had a nightmare about your death and swore that he would never let anything happen to you. But what if, him trying to save you is what gets you killed in the first place?

(I’m back!! Trust me to find a hot guy to obsess over and immediately get to writing. Yes, I’m on the X-men, Logan, Wolverine band wagon and honestly, couldn’t be happier to be here. Binged all the movies, have read all the smut (and don’t tempt me, I want to write my own) but for now enjoy this pure ANGST. Also this is low-key inspired by when Anakin dreams of Padme dying)

Warning/ disclaimer: angst, death, grief, sexual innuendos made, made up scenario, Evil Jean and sad Rogue and very sad Logan. Angst. Not proof read.

You- unlike many if your unfortunate mutant friends- rarely had to deal with nightmares plaguing your peace. Once the moon came out and all the children were safe and tucked away, you took yourself to bed, maybe read a book or a theory Charles wanted your opinion on. On the rare occasion you'd go to the kitchen, see Jean or Scott up after a particularly bad dream.

It was even more rare for you to hear yelling down the corridor. But when you did, you recognised it immediately.

'No!' They yelled out and you shot up in bed, heart racing as if it was your horror you'd woken from.

'No! Not her, please...'

You pushed back your covers and rushed out as the screaming became louder and agonising. Students were already peeking their heads through their doors, or lingering in the doorways. Everyone knew that when he had nightmares, somebody else usually paid off it. 'Back to bed everyone,' you tell them all, trying to keep some composure whilst only in your night gown. You cleared your throat and shooed them all away. 'Nothing go see here.'

You stood in front of his door, blocking students from the door and waiting until they all disappeared back into their rooms.

From inside, you could hear him tossing and turning, claws sheathing and unsheathing. He called your name, more so cried it.

You rushed inside and locked the door behind you, creeping in.

Logan was bare chested (and dare you suggest, completely naked if it weren't for he covers pooling around his waist). He tossed and thrashed his arms out. The sheets were already torn up, blood marking them from where he must have cut himself.

With everything he'd endured it wasn't unlike him to wake up screaming, but in such pain and your name was new.

'Logan!' You crept closer, settling on the edge of his bed. You knew the risk as you watched his claws gleam in the moonlight. 'Logan, wake up!'

He tossed, face contorted in pain. 'Y/N!' He screamed.

As his hand wiped out, you grabbed his wrist before he could accidentally strike you. This seemed to alert him as he shot up, his other fist coming for you.

You stopped him again, with your powers that you'd never been more thankful for.

Logan's eyes cleared from their haze as he slowly realised it was you. His breath moved with his deep and ragged breaths as he stared, taking every part of you in. His eyes searched, as if he couldn't believe you were in front of him.

You gulped, dreading to think what he must have seen.

'Y/n,' he sighed. His claws drew back into his knuckles and he winced. You were reminded how it hurt for him, every time. So it hurt to see him hurt. It always had.

It was an old and tumultuous relationship the two of you shared. Way before he joined the X-Men. The two of you met out of order, always one knowing more about the other. Still, there was no word for what the two of you meant to each other. You didn't need a word. Everyone knew, they just decided to call it different things:

A fling. Love at first sight. Enemies to lovers. Soulmates...

Logan pushed himself back until his back was to the headboard. 'Bub,' he still held onto your wrist, as if afraid you'd disappear if he let you go.

You cupped his rough and large hand in your own. 'Nightmare?'

Sometimes they were memories, painful ones. But the screams, the growls, you'd never heard that reaction from him before.

'You died,' he whispered. He looked her over again. 'You died in my arms.'

'I'm right here,' you said.

Logan looked into your eyes, shaking his head. He was trembling.

You grabbed his cheeks. Any other time, he would have turned away or growled but he only stared at you. Your thumbs soothed over his cheeks, begging him to see you. 'I'm safe. You're safe. Nothing is going to happen to us.'

As if the words instructed him, he knelt, the covers clinging to cover his decency. He held onto your shoulders, a grip worthy of leaving bruises. 'I won't lose you like I've lost everyone else, bub. I won't.'

You nod. 'Ok.'

Logan slowly shrunk back, tucking his covers closer to him. His hands fell between the two. 'Did I... get you?'

For a moment you wondered what he meant. His claws. He was afraid he'd hurt you.

'What? oh, no. No. I'm fine. You must have got yourself though,' you said, gesturing to the blood on the sheets like blood against snow.

'I heal,' Logan grumbled, glancing back up at you. Without saying it, you knew he had the dark images floating in his mind again.

'I'm fine, Logan. You don't need to be so afraid.'

He gulped, his jaw clenching. There was something he wanted to say, but wasn't.

Your hand itched out to reach his but after years of experience, you knew too much physical touch or affection would scare him away. 'Do you want to talk about it?'

'No,' he denied immediately. 'I don't want to think about it.'

You nod slowly. 'Ok.'

The door was still locked and the night was still going.

'Do you want me to stay?'

Logan looked at the door and then at the wrecked sheets around him. He sighed at the sight but his eyes glanced up to you. God, you saw the pain fade to something else. Something softer. 'Come 'ere.' He pulled at your shoulder until you were tucked into his side, warmth spreading over your skin as he tugged the blanket over the two of you.

Your arm slid over his chest and you sighed at the feeling of him. Your legs hiked up, until you were a ball in his side. 'Oh thank god, you're wearing boxers.'

He huffed a laugh, your head moving on his chest. 'I can take them off, if you like?'

You hummed, fingers tracing circles on his chest. 'Don't tempt me, Wolvie.'

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Logan had always battled against his dreams.

On one hand, he knew they were tricking him. He knew what nightmares were memories played ten-fold to make them worse and he knew which ones were playing on his fears. Like you dying.

But, the less reasonable part of himself (and the part he favoured) couldn't stop thinking about your death. It was the first dream of the sort. He'd had some where he hurt you, his claws sinking into your skin. He'd have other dreams where he was sinking himself into you in a different way.

Your death was new. And it scared him. It scared him so bad he went to Charles to try to calm him.

'Our minds have a way of tricking us, Logan,' said the professor. 'Y/N is a string mutant, level five at that. And she is sensible, good for you in that way.'

'It was Jean,' he admitted. 'In the dream, it was Jean that killed her.' Knowing how much you loved the woman, he hadn't wanted to tell you. You were close enough to sisters, with similar enough powers to grow up together and help each other. For days, he'd looked at Jean with anger and grief. He couldn't help himself, even when Scott threatened to hurt him.

When Charles hesitated to talk him down, to comfort him and tell him Jean would never, it set Logan on edge for the rest of his days.

Now, he feared it was less a dream and more a prophecy.

Jean had lost herself to the Phoenix, that power inside of her that had always threatened to break out. She'd killed the professor, she'd got rid of Cyclops.

Her eyes were set on you.

Logan had done all he could to talk you down to helping. To fighting but you'd distracted him and come along anyway. He'd tried to take down Jean himself with little effort.

The only other person who stood any chance, was you.

He was slouched on the ground, a slab of metal crushing him down as he watched you creep closer to Jean like she was a ticking time bomb. 'Y/n,' he tried to call.

Maybe you didn't hear him, or perhaps you didn't want to. 'Jean, please! Listen to me.'

Logan grunted, trying hard, trying so hard to get free. 'No!'

You raised your hands to the redhead. Her eyes were dark, black like ink and beyond recognition. But she was still your friend, in there. 'Let me help you. I want to help you.'

'Go away,' she growled, trying to push you away with her power, but you blocked with your own.

'Y/N! Don't!' he yelled.

His voice irritated Jean, who's neck cranked around to get rid of his voice. 'Stop!' she yelled.

'Jean, you can stop this. All you need to do is come back to me,' you said, every step getting closer and closer to her.

'Stop!'

Logan grunted, straining against the junk. 'Y/N.'

You reach out a hand to her. 'Jean, come back to us.'

'Leave me alone!' she threw out her arms and you were thrown from your feet, from the junk, tumbling down and being thrown out of sight.

But you couldn't be dead. No, you'd survived worse. But Jean had hurt you and whatever inside of her wasn't Jean.

Logan found the strength and threw the junk off him, running to end Jean and not you.

It was a mistake. If he had known you were in your final breaths then he'd have fought thousands of Jean's to reach you.

But no, whilst he dealt with saving the world, Rogue fell to your side. She gasped at what she was seeing. Metal. Metal pieces thrust through your chest, marking your suit with blood. Too much blood. You didn't heal. Getting out of there was a no go.

Rogue cried. 'Oh god.'

'Hey,' your eyes were barely open, as if so sleepy you couldn't hold your eyes open. Your hand reached out to grab her, but she seemed so far away. 'It's ok. I'm ok.' Both knew it was a lie. A comforting lie. Your head lulled to the side, to look toward Rogue. 'Is Logan alright?'

As you asked, the chaos around them ended. Logan threw his claws into Jean and laid her down gently, knowing you'd want to treat her with the last bit of respect she deserved. He did it for you. All for you.

Rogue watched as everything around you fell. She looked back over her shoulder, seeing a wounded Logan heal at remarkable rate. 'Yes. Yes, he's alright-'

When she looked back at you, your eyes were closed. It was so peaceful, so quick and easy it was as if you were sleeping. But Rogue gently touched your hand with her bare skin and there was nothing. Nothing.

'No!' an animalistic roaring echoed around them, shaking the earth. Logan fell next to you, hands hovering over your body, afraid to touch. 'No! No!' finally, he touched you, ripping away any little part of metal he could get to.

Rogue backed away, crying silently as the X-men gathered to see Logan cradle his own heart to his chest.

Slowly, he takes you in his arms and pulls you from the metal that had stabbed you. Your body slouches, arms falling out and not wrapping around him, not comforting him like he needed you to. He shook your body, tears blurring his vision and sliding down until they splashed on your cheeks. But you didn't flinch.

'Y/N? Y/N? Bub, c'mon,' he cried, shaking his head. 'Don't do this to me, no.'

It was just as he'd seen. Your blood. His body. Your death. His arms.

Logan growled. 'C'mon!' he roared. It was a moment of fury. Blind anger raging as you left him when you promised you never would. Suddenly, he remembered how much you hated his anger. How you'd shriek away from his yells. 'Oh, baby, i'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.' Logan cradled you close, kissing the top of your forehead. You were so cold already.

Nobody touched him. Nobody comforted him. That was your job. But you were dead. His dreams had come true in the worst way possible.

Logan, held you close, rocking you both, finally realising what it felt like to lose everything.

(If anyone has any ideas for a Logan request please let me know, I’d love to try to write more about him!)

[dearanakin]

"Yes, Master" - Anakin Skywalker x Jedi f! reader Part 2

Summary: Anakin is your Master and trains you, preparing you for any incoming war. He's not much of a talker with his apprentices, but he feels there's something different about you.

Warnings: 18+, Smutty SMUTT, unsafe sex, oral sex, fingering, cursing, fluff, MINORS DNI

Word count: 3.3k

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As soon as Anakin grabbed you by your ass, you wrapped your legs around his body as he still held you against the wall. You were still trying to keep up with his kisses, but he was urgent and had you at his mercy.

He trailed sloppy kisses on the crook of your neck and reached your right ear. "I don't want to regret this", he said with an uneven breath and you shivered.

"You won't, Master", you stated as you whined when he thrusted against your clothed core. He hissed against your ear when you said his favorite word.

"God, you're such a good apprentice", Skywalker gripped his hands on your waist and kissed you back. The air around you started to become thin and you felt your back hit your mattress.

He leaned against you and left kisses and love bites on your chest, gazing at you. You felt your skin burning under his look. Your Master trailed his hands on your side until he reached the waistband of your sweatpants and got rid of it.

His eyes flickered at the sight of your body in an ordinary lingerie and his mouth watered. Anakin had some romance before here and there, but it was never actually like he was so into it like he was right now. He felt a wave of desire wash him over like he never felt before.

He kissed your inner thigh softly and you panted, feeling his fingers rubbing against your skin. He liked the way you reacted to his touch, he liked how you felt whenever he would touch your most sensitive spots.

He was used to being rough, but he didn't want to force this into you like that, because he wasn't sure if you would like it. You didn't look like someone would grow accostumed to being slapped or choked, he thought.

Skywalker slowly drew circles on your cunt over the fabric and you squeezed your legs until you almost pressed his head between you.

Your muffled noises were banging in his head as he started to drag your pantie to the side, he was baffled to see how wet you were for him.

You gripped the sheets around your fingers when he left a huge strap of licking into your folds, opening them with his tongue. You couldn't keep your eyes open and he realized he wanted you to look at him.

"Eyes on me, (Y/N)", he said, his voice ten times deeper than it was before. You tried opening them and he circled his tongue around your clit and you clenched. You didn't obey him at first and he squeezed your wrist with his metal hand.

"You're going to look at me now, or I'll punish you later", Anakin threatened and you sighed. He kept his pace, licking you up and down until he reached your entering.

"Y-Yes", you cried out. You were trying to formulate words but your mouth wanted to moan his name out loud. One of your hands ran against his hair, messing all his curls.

"Yes what?", he forced his tongue against your hole and you whined. His flesh hand now cupping one of your breasts, squeezing it tightly. He wanted to hear it again.

"Yes, Master", your tone barely came out and he noticed it. He used his metal hand to massage your tiny button and he was tongue fucking you out of your mind. His member twitching against his sweatpants.

Skywalker surely knew how to treat a lady well as he left your folds completely wet and started sucking hard on you, never leaving your eyes. His pupils were dilated and he suddenly felt hunger consuming him as he ate you out.

You started to tremble under his mouth, it was getting hard to breathe, your mouth was dry and you groaned as he sucked on your clit. "Fuck, Anakin".

"No, no Anakin for you", he stated with a husky voice. It sounded different than before. It felt like he turned into something else but you weren't sure. And after you called him by his name, he introduced one finger inside you, moving faster.

"Oh, God", you cried. You couldn't behave yourself as you gripped hard on his hair but he didn't seem to care about it. He actually liked how you touch it.

His once gentle tongue became feral against your skin, he was gripping his teeth carefully on your folds while curling his finger inside you. "So good for your Master. So delicious", he mumbled.

He noticed you were close to your release and left you. You missed his touches as soon as he got off of your cunt. He leaned against you and kissed you, his tongue exploring yours as he made you taste yourself, and he groaned.

You could feel his arousal against his pants and managed to undress him.

You got him out of his under tunic and his shirt and before you went for his pants, you saw his eyes flickering again. He was struggling with himself.

He didn't want to become feral with you. You made sure everything was ok as you grabbed his hand and kissed it on the back.

He seemed to chill, kissing you on your neck and stripped your chest, nibbling your nipples. He just wanted to taste every inch of your body and didn't want to miss anything, making sure he left his mark on your skin, grasping his teeth on it even harder.

Anakin took off his pants and you could see his hardened cock pressed against his boxed shorts, his abds were glistened and you could see his broad chest panting.

You went delusional for a moment as you kept staring at the man that was once killing people in Mustafar.

He wasn't obviously one sympathetic Jedi anymore and you knew it. You cared for him because he seemed to care for you as well. He was well aware he should go easy on you, he wasn't turning into any saint and he knew it would probably going down for the worse with time.

He didn't want to care about that ruined life right about now. So he got rid of the only clothing he was wearing, making you livid as his member bounced up and down. Skywalker tore up your pantie and you gasped, surprised by his action.

Once again as he leaned on against you, he held his weight on your side stared at you. "How can you be so beautiful, smart and yet so innocent?", he questioned, his flesh hand traveling against your skin.

"Master, I-", you were going to ask him what he meant, but he shushed you, starting to use his tip to spread your folds and rub it against your clit. "Fuck", you moaned.

"You know I'm not a good man", he whispered against your skin, his tip resting against your entering. "I'm going to ruin your life at some point".

His words weren't actually alarming, they were making you feel more wet for him, you were craving for his cock inside you already. You were craving for him and, yet, you didn't care who the hell he was becoming.

You were caught off guard when he easily slipped inside you and his length hit your cervix, your eyes widened. You gasped against his mouth and he smirked.

Anakin was thrilled to see how you could take him fully, thrusting against your core peacefully at first.

Inside his head he was facing a hurricane of emotions, his cock throbbing against your clenching walls gave him the urge to bang you harder. He leaned back and spread your legs open, holding your thighs eagerly.

He started bouncing inside you and you couldn't wrap your head around the fact it was getting harder to not scream his name. Was he going to punish you? How was he going to do it? Was he gonna slap you in the face?

A metal hand gripped around your neck without warning, while the other one cupped one of your breasts with a handful.

You flushed your eyes closed and started to feel numb by his touch. He was mumbling disjointed words as he banged you faster and harder.

"Open your eyes for me", he groaned. You felt it again. That deep voice with a tone of anger inside him. It made you flinch around his cock and he twitched.

"Oh, Anakin", you held your head back against the sheets, forcing yourself to open your eyes and look at him. For a moment, you thought you saw his blue eyes become red, an as you blinked again they weren't there.

He stopped moving against you, his metal hand gripped tighter around your neck and it was getting harder to breathe. You hissed as you felt his member getting bigger inside you. Skywalker was making it impossible to stay sane.

"You're such a stubborn apprentice", he grunted. His raspy voice echoing inside the room. He slowly brought his cock out of you only to hit your cervix with anger this time.

"I'm sorry, Master", you whispered. You grabbed his metal hand that was squeezing your throat, and he furrowed his eyebrows.

He leaned against you, rubbing his nose against your ear as he proclaimed: "You wanna cum, you must obey me", he rocked his hips against your core once. "You don't call me by my name", and again. "You don't hold on my hand", and again.

"Am I clear?", he asked. And again. You were about to faint by the pleasure that was taking up your entire body and he loosened his grip so you could breathe.

"Yes, Master", you whined. And again he rocked against you. You started to shiver because you knew you were getting close to your release. "Please, I want to come".

He smirked and leaned forward to kiss you feverishly, his tongue rubbing yours as he started to flick one finger against your clit. You became irrational once again and didn't care, you were groaning and screaming against him.

Anakin was closer to his own release, but he didn't want to. He wanted to spend hours feeling your skin against his, because he didn't know if there would ever going to be a second time, a third time, a lifetime of this.

But as soon as you started to squeeze your legs, you were about to clench around his arousal, and that would be it for him. You left your hand fall into the mattress and into his shoulder as you screamed from your climax.

It made you dizzy, breathless, out of control from your own spasms, and he gushed inside you at the same time.

He couldn't hold it anymore and he felt something explode inside him. He was panting above you, his weight gently pressing against you.

His sweaty skin glued to yours made you both relish the moment for as long as you could. His member was still somehow twitching inside of you and you didn't want to let go.

"Fuck, you're so good", he said, his head pressed against your chest.

"You're amazingly good, Master", you stated. He was surprised by your words, actually.

Against his will, Anakin got himself outside of you and lay on your side. He didn't want to look at you just yet. He was afraid this moment will vanish from his mind one day. He was afraid every second he lived inside your room will fade away from his memory.

He was a mess inside his head and he didn't want to bring you into that. He knew, though, you always made sure you never actually cared about who he was, about what he did. You were never afraid of him, you were never intimidated by him.

You pressed your lips against his shoulder, it made him stare at you. His eyes were still blue, he was okay, for now. "It's gonna be okay, Master".

You knew him well enough to understand he was conflicted, you wouldn't give up on him that easily. You didn't want to. He didn't say a word, and he didn't want to.

Skywalker closed his eyes and didn't see that hurricane for a moment, he didn't feel himself as a Sith or something else. He felt peaceful, he felt like Anakin. He used his metal hand and grabbed yours, rubbing your knuckles.

When you looked up at him, resting your head on his shoulder, he still had his eyes closed. But he left a smile on the corner of his lips. He looked like a sculpture, his curly hair falling on his face, his bare chest peacefully going up and down.

God, it was good to feel like that. But what if one day it changed? You couldn't avoid the feeling. He sensed it inside you, and he made sure to let you know it was okay when he gripped his hand tighter against yours.

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You woke up the next day with your neck feeling sore, but you were well rested and felt like you were floating.

It didn't take much until you realized you were by yourself in your room. Of course, you were. You thought maybe you were having a vivid dream, you suddenly strangled yourself.

You were still shivering because you were aware it wasn't a dream. But you couldn't just accept to wake up with the other side of the bed next to you empty.

You had a total of zero expectations of what would come next. How would he even react when he saw you? How would YOU react when you saw him?

You didn't have plans for the day, though. So it didn't include practice or training with him and somehow it made you feel upset about it.

It was never actually a routine to train with him everyday, though. You only had high expectations because of what happened the day before.

What if he was in danger? What if he needed help and the chancelers decided he's not useful anymore? God, you couldn't keep up with those stupid thoughts in your head.

You decided to take a walk, go around the forest for fresh air. Maybe meet up with some friends so you could stop imagining different scenarios only because you fucked your Master.

Your heart skipped a beat every time you remembered of him and his touch. This is going to make you insane.

You weren't even supposed to be having second intentions with a Master, let alone one of them being Anakin. He was becoming dark and you knew it.

Every youngling, every person he killed. He wasn't supposed to be meant for you. But still, he was pulled to you like a fucking magnet and it makes you confused.

It makes you wanna bang your head over and over against a hard rock. You kept trailing the route you always do when you want to be far from people.

It has a breathtaking view of a lake, with a waterfall and crystal clear water. You sat under a tree, looking out at the paradise in front of you.

If this is what you always wanted to see and you're willing to see it for a long time, you weren't supposed to be thinking that much about Skywalker.

If you keep the same path as him, you're most likely going to end up buried in the pits of hell alongside him.

Unless he had a different plan. Unless he has it figured out.

You were dragging yourself into something you had no idea about. It was conflicting for you. To know how Obi-Wan would react to it, he would definitely call you mad, tell you to treat yourself. Tell you to forget Anakin, leave and never look back.

It was pinching your chest, to think of it like that. To see how you could walk on his side and make him change for at least one bit. You noticed he feels different when he's with you.

You've spent God knows how long there, just procrastinating your thoughts and you didn't even realize he was standing there on his feet, leaning on the tree.

"I'm starting to think you've become an illusion. Only I realized you're pulling me back every time you think about me", he said. He was wearing an armor and he looked like he was beaten up.

You gasped as you heard him. You didn't know how to react, but he made sure he was still cocky and put a grin on his face.

"What- What do you mean?", you were confused as hell. He sat next to you, getting rid of his lightsaber. He stared at your neck and rubbed his finger against it carefully.

"How does it feel?", he asked. His light touch felt like heaven.

"It doesn't hurt, Master", you stated as he gave you a sympathetic smile.

"You see, you have this force inside you, that you have no idea about", he trailed his hand upon your shoulder. "You think about me too much, it's starting to get ahold me".

You were lightheaded, you were still trying to figure out what he meant. Maybe you had an idea.

"And God, it feels like you're pulling me away from all the mess I'm getting into", he cherished your arm. "You brought me here, (Y/N). You can't keep me out of your head and it's killing me".

You widened your eyes, you couldn't even formulate a single word. It came to your mind you were definitely disturbing him, actually.

"It's killing me that I'm a monster inside and you're trying so hard to make me feel like otherwise", he explained. He held your hand tightly. "It's becoming harder to avoid you".

"I'm sorry, Anakin. I didn't think I was disturbing you", you mourned and he chuckled. He tangled his fingers around yours. They were soft and yet caloused.

"There you are with my name again. You're always reminding me who I am. Fuck, it's eating me alive", you could see he was carrying a weight on his shoulders. "You have not ever disturbed me once, my (Y/N). You're the opposite of me. You're the force balancing mine".

He kneeled in front of you only to grab your face and pull it closer to him. "I don't think I can ever be that far from you. I'm afraid I'll just get swallowed by the dark side. I'm one step close to it".

Anakin nuzzled your nose and you started to feel extremely emotional, your heart pounding in your ears. "I need you, (Y/N)", he rested his forehead against yours. You could hear him sighing, his breath was sharp.

"I can't lose you. Because if I lose you, I'll break", his voice trembled. He cupped your face with one hand. "Look at me. I lost one limb, I have a terrible scar and I just got beaten".

You took courage to stare at him, his eyes were darker, they were bright with tears. You could see he was definitely broken already. Hopeless, if anything.

"I told you it was gonna be okay, Master", you reassured him and he smiled softly. "We're gonna figure this out. Together".

He pecked your lips for a long few seconds before leaving a wet kiss on your forehead.

"Just promise me you won't give up on me", he asked. He still looked hopeless, but this time he knew you were going to be next to him.

"Never, Master", you stated. Skywalker rested his forehead on yours again before holding you closer.

He knew, at first, you were something different from the others. He was always feeling your force navigate around him every time you were thinking about him.

Anakin never really liked being close to someone, or even demonstrate affection. It just beat him to his core you could actually be the first to ever cross his shield of non-emotion and replace the cold feeling in his heart.

He just didn't know where to begin with, he only knew he had you and only you to hold on to him.

[aspenstarflare]

Is this round 4 of clone wars headcanons? Yes I think it is:

-Onetime while heavily drugged in the medical bay after a intense injury, Anakin confesses to Kix that he’s married to Padmé and all Kix simply says is “Congrats General but I already knew, now can you please stop moving- JUST HOLD STILL!” and makes Anakin cry really hard from the yelling that when Anakin is sober he doesn’t remember what he said, simply that he cried. Kix jokes about it at 79’s all the time about how his general is such a wholesome Tooka but still so freaking stupid.

-Before the Zyggeria arc, some Jedi Knights around Anakin’s age send him remarks about slavery and Tatooine that make up him upset. Ahsoka sees these and doesn’t understand why they personally are hurting Anakin until after the Zygerria arc and she sees exactly what these remarks mean and why they are said. She is livid when she learns of this. The next time a daring Knight walks up to her dad master and says “look at the slave becoming the slaver, must’ve been-” and before they can even finish Ahsoka punches them right in the face and beats the absolute crap out of them that Anakin has to drag her off the Knight before they were critically injured. Ahsoka after this expects a scolding once they get back to their quarters but instead she gets a hug from her teary master thanking her. After that anytime anyone else tries to even say anything remotely negative about Anakin or his past, they get faced by the wrath of a fiery angry teenage togruta defending her father master. Most people are smart enough from then on, not to bother Anakin.

-Rex and Kix have a entire lesson that they give too Shines when the join the 501st called “Protect our stupid Jedi protocol”. They teach men what to do if they see the Commander Sleep deprived, or the General not drinking enough water, or either Jedi trying to hide a Injury or give off their rations to the men cause they both think they can last without food and that the men need it more. They also tell them what to do if either stupid Jetti gets captured or tries to do any stupid self sacrifice Osik. If the commander has panic attack or the general a PTSD attack. They make sure that all men in the battalion have memorized it, because even though their jedi have good hearts, they are so kriffing stupid.

-When Anakin learned about the chips clones have on their wrist for identification, Anakin being a former slave was absolutely krffin terrified at first thinking the Kaminoians put them there to explode if a trooper went AWOL. Rex (who was relatively new to Anakin at the time) had to awkwardly calm down the distressed Commander who was having a PTSD attack. Getting to know and see for the first time a natborn caring about him and his brothers.

-Once a natborn officer had the audacity to yell at a shiny clone and call them expendable not knowing that General Skywalker was around the corner. That natborn was reported missing in action not long later and was never to be seen again. The entire 501st except Firestorm (who won’t say) don’t know what happened to the natborn officer or why the heck the general out of all people gave Firestorm his name when Firestorm insisted to all his brothers he could name himself. But oh thank god that Natborn is gone, they hated him.

-When Rex isn’t paying well enough attention, Ahsoka and Jesse steals his shines to go spar with Ahsoka. They scare the heck out of the poor shines when they get pounced on by their 14-16 year old tiny commander. After of course though she gives them some sweets she found in the temple as a “thank you” gift. Rex isn’t amused when his shines are returned to him asking if he possibly has a icepack and how kriffing amazing chocolate is and how Rex needs to try it.

-Ahsoka has legitimately taken multiple bullets for one of her 501st troopers and it never was pretty. Everyone was crying for different reasons. Anakin in Anger at Ahsoka for being reckless. Padmé (once she figures out) in despair that her this child has seen so much death she values others lives over hers. Rex in so much guilt that eats at him. The saved trooper at feeling valued but also guilt they’re the reason their commander got hurt. And Kix by being so kriffing tired of his Jedi doing so much stupid stuff.

-Padmé and Rex are besties, you cannot convince me otherwise, they go on shopping trips together, eat out together, whenever Padmé needs extra protection and Ahsoka or Anakin can’t go Anakin sends her Rex. Padmé and Rex have tea parties together gossiping and complaining about how caring but so stupid Anakin is, and how they should go overthrow a corrupt government together while they are at it because why the heck not they have a week before Rex is deployed again. And just genuinely have a great time together while Anakin sulks at the Temple hanging out with Ahsoka and Obi-wan cause he was planning on going on a dinner date with Padmé but instead she’s out at a coffee shop talking with Rex about this book they’ve been reading on their own time. (Padmé has definitely made several friends with all the clone troopers she’s met)

[leahsflwer]

Anakin Skywalker Imagine - ANGST/FLUFF

Warnings: Sad to cute, slight panic attack, heartbreak, not for weak hearts, rejection, comforting, tears, negative thoughts/feelings, cute by the end 👏

Anakin x (Fem) reader ♥️

Anakin’s breath was shaken as he stood by Padme’s open bedroom door, the small basket in his hands slowly falling from his hands and smashing on the cold floor, with a harsh hit. The chocolate, flowers and cute bear all becoming nothing but a distraction to Padme and her boyfriend, which Anakin had no clue about. He had planned to confess to her but instead found his worst nightmare, his love with someone else.

This was not what he had expected, even if hot tears flooded his pale face he hurried the things in his arms and apologised for disturbing them. Holding the now broken items in his shaking hands as he rushed down the corridor into his room, throwing them on the floor, sitting down by his bed, his back pressed against the bed frame as he let his emotions feel the room with sniffles and sobs.

The work felt dull and dark to Anakin as he cried his heart out, not sure what to do next. He wasn’t even aware of the door creaking open, soft footsteps wandering into his bedroom.

“A-Anakin..?” A familiar voice called

He snapped out of his gaze and looked up with teary eyes, his Master’s best friend, Y/N standing in front of him, kneeling before him and gently holding his face, trying to wipe away his tears as she lets out a sad sigh. Pulling him into her embrace, gently rubbing his back.

Anakin couldn’t help but fall into the Jedi, Master’s arms, enjoying the warmth around his shivering body, with the sharp pain in his chest fading away as if it was never there. She soon noticed his voice silence and she sat back looking around at the chocolate box crushed and the flowers that are now torn up, the small bear sitting sadly in the corner of his room. Getting the idea of the situation.

“Padme correct?” Her soft voice asked

“Y-Yes.. I. I wanted to tell her how I felt bu-but she-“ he tried to say without crying

“No it’s okay. I can feel from your emotions what happened. I’m sorry Anakin. You deserve the world” she fake smiles as she stands up.

Walking around grabbing all the things he had displaced on his bedroom floor, putting the flowers in the bin and sitting down with the box of chocolates, opening it up and grabbing one of the few that wasn’t broken, offering it to Anakin.

He felt wrong to eat it, he felt like he wasn’t worthy of anything and tears filled his eyes again, her grabbed the chocolates from her hands and put them down on his side table. He had no words and just couldn’t speak anymore, but she understood and cupped his face looking at his droopy expression, not a single sparkle left in his eyes as he looked down, his blue eyes, no longer glowing like she loved to see, it was her worst nightmare.

“Anakin. Look at me.” She said in a stern tone

“Anakin you’re so Important to me and I will not sit here and feel these emotions from you. You’re so special, you should never have gone through this heart break. I promised to protect you and I feel like a fool now that I have stumbled into your room to see you so heartbroken, I’m sorry she hurt you like this, you should have been treasured and showered with kisses by how cute those gifts were. If I were Padme I would have fallen to my feet and hugged you within seconds. You’re so sweet Anakin and I will stay with you until you want to talk. I will never force you to do anything, alright? I promise you.” She smiles.

Anakin sat in shock, his body warming up, his cheeks burning for a moment, his heart melting at her sugary words. A glow finally shining in her favourite pair of eyes once more. He let out a small chuckle as he looked back at the chocolate and grabbed it, stuffing some in his mouth and passing her some. He didn’t want to speak yet but this was all she wanted, a sigh that he was okay and here it was, finally his familiar smile beaming in front of her.

She watched his every movement, from the way his two fingers lifted the chocolate up so delicately, to his pink tongue licking anything left on his lips, she wanted to make sure he had no signs left of a hidden pain. She wanted to make sure he was safe and forgetting about before.

“Thank you Y/N. I’m thankful to have you by my side all the time” he hummed as he gulped down the last chocolate.

She happily nodded as she moved some hair out of his face and smiled at him, grabbing the empty box and placing it in the bin. She noticed him suddenly standing up with the small, polar bear plushie in his hands and passed it to her. Her hands hesitating to even grab it. Eventually giving in and holding the fluffy object in her hands.

“You can have this. You have a warm heart and will most likely cherish it more than anyone I’ve ever met here” he laughed making her grin

“Thank you, Anakin.” She nodded and hugged the bear against her chest.

Anakin’s eyes gliding from the bear in her arms to her eyes, a gentle and sweet smile peeking up on his lips. He pulled her into one, last hug before sitting upon his bed, gesturing for her to join him. She sat beside the larger figure and froze as he laid his head on her shoulder, his glove, covered hand holding onto her right hand. She could feel his metal hand and melted at his sudden soft side, she felt happy that he was comfortable enough to let her hold and keep on of his biggest insecurities, one of her favourite things.

She loves each and every scar and insecurity his has, she adored every part of him. Not wanting him to hate anything about himself. She loved all of him and wished only for him to be happy.

Her free hand raising up and playing with his soft hair, gently rubbing it to help him relax. She knew how much her loved head rubs and she didn’t hesitate to give him them in times like this. An idea popping into her mind. She sat up and removed his glove, holding his robotic-like hand. Looking at the details and placing a soft kiss on it. She could feel Anakin raise his head. His stare looking right into her like she was glass.

“You should rest Anakin. Obi Wan will be worried if you have not slept. I will let you have a good nights sleep. If you need anything you know where my room is” she smiled and stood up, his robotic hand gripping onto her rest

“Master. Please stay.” He frowned

She knew if wasn’t right and shook her head. But remembered what happened before, her heart aching and her breath hitching. She let out a deep breath and removed her heavy robe, only in comfy clothing laying down on his bed.

“Fine. But only if you promise me you will sleep well” she sighs

“Thank you Y/N, I promise” he cheekily smiled as she lays beside her.

They chatted until she passed out on his chest, her familiar smell bring him comfort in an odd way. He looked up at the roof wishing she was the one he gave those gifts too. Playing with her hair as he just smiled it off and fell asleep with her close to him. The pair were complicated but it was only the start of a new romance, even if they both didn’t know it yet.

[kingdomhate]

First Glance (Part Four)

The moment the both of you landed on Tatooine, you were hit by the air-thinning heat and seemingly endless sand. Well, at least now you know why Anakin hates sand. As you both hop out, Anakin leads you into the tiny hut of his house.

Following him, you can see a droid, one that was very obviously unfinished; loose wires, no plates and a very bad paint job, as the droid was a charcoal black. "Oh! Hello there! I'm C-3PO human-cyborg relations." The droid speaks in a sort of Victorian way. Anakin smiles at the droid. "Nice to see you, again." It takes the droid a moment to realize. "Master Ani! It has been so long!" 3PO cries out happily. "Who is this?" The droid inquires, turning slightly to you. "A friend of mine. A close one." You turn to 3PO, smiling warmly. "I'm Y\N. A padawan."

"A padawan? Hello!" Anakin walks into the doorframe, holding your hand to lead you through. "What is it now?" A voice grumbled frustratingly, only to see a man in a wheelchair, no more than fifty, wheeling his chair to the entryway, where you and Anakin stand. "What are- Anakin?" The man questions. "Lars, is that your name?" Anakin says, huffing slightly. "Uh yes. Are you Anakin Skywalker?" The man queried once more. "Yes." Anakin answered simply. "Oh. I've heard of you." He wheels his chair back more and more into the kitchen, looking over his shoulder before gazing back at you both.

"I've come here for my mother, where is she?" Just as Anakin had asked the burning question he had spent nights wondering of, a woman walked in, a woman with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. "Cliegg, I-" She stopped short and the sight of you and Anakin, two Jedi trainee's. "Anakin, this is my wife, Aika. Aika, this is Shmi's son, Anakin." Aika nodded slightly, walking closer to her husband. "Hello." She greets softly. Anakin nods and then studies Cliegg once more.

"Where is my mom? And why are you talking about her like that?" Anakin demands, his tone rising slowly. You place a hand on his shoulder, attempting to calm him down. "You'd better sit down." Warns Cliegg, motioning to the couple of chairs in front of him. Sitting down directly next to each other, Anakin's eyes, now a piercing blue, stared down Cliegg, sort of like a prey. "When Watto sold your mother, I bought her. We fell in love and got married, and one night, once I was sleeping, Shmi was stolen, taken. I looked and looked and looked, and couldn't find anything, and with my leg and the fact these people could be anywhere, Anakin, I-" Cliegg was interrupted by Anakin's now booming voice. "By who?!"

Aika flinched and gripped Cliegg's shoulder, her eyes darting from Anakin to yours, her blue eyes frightened and startled. Cliegg takes a moment to answer. "The sandpeople." Anakin grits his teeth. You look at Cliegg for a second, "How long has it been since Shmi was taken?" Cliegg takes a sharp breath. "Months." Anakin let's out a low scoff and then heads outside, you take a moment before following him.

Catching up to him, you grasp his hand in yours, and he lets out a low sigh, visibly relaxing. "I don't understand... what would they want with her?" Anakin questions softly, taking you into an embrace. "I don't know." You say in response just as gently. "I have to find her." He announces to you, the determination in his voice evident. "What? Anakin, don't." He breaks away from the hug. "Why not? I don't have the right to find my own mother? To know what happened to her?" His voice cracks slightly, hiding his rage.

"Of course you do! But, what if she doesn't want you to know?" You argue, voice rising as well. "Why wouldn't she want me to?! She is MY mother! You don't even know her." He practically shouts at you, you close your mouth and lean back, completely silent. He sighs audibly and then turns away, running his hands through his hair. You, completely silent, just walks away, back inside. Anakin takes a moment to compose himself, but instead of apologizing, he makes an impulsive decision.

Checking to see if his lightsaber was still on his hip, he hops into his speeder and then zooms away. Hearing the noise, you run to see what it was, at the sight of Anakin zooming away, the feeling brings a strange sense of hurt. What was the point? Of coming here? If Anakin was just going to zoom off from you, as if you had a disease or something?

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A\N: Cliffhanger! Part five out tomorrow, and that is supposed to be the falling action of this series, so it may take a bit to make.

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Padme woke up panting, her mind reeling from her dream. A dream where her husband had been burned alive, she had died in childbirth, and her children had been separated. But it was just that: a dream. Padme sighed in relief when Luke crawled on top of her to hug her neck while Leia tugged on her hair impatiently.

“Mommy! Mommy, I’m hungry,” Leia wailed, and Padme lifted her head slightly to see Luke nodding in agreement. She smiled at them despite her lingering tiredness, gently lifting Luke off of her body so she could slip off the bed. She stretched her arms high over her head. “What do you want, kids?” Padme asked through a yawn. “PANCAKES!” Luke and Leia shouted at the same time. Padme laughed. “Pancakes it is,” she said, and the twins cheered. Padme was about to walk to the bathroom to wash her face when a voice called out, “Go get more sleep, Padme! I got the pancakes!”

Both Luke and Leia began protesting at the same time, and Padme tried to distinguish their words.

“I want Mommy’s special recipe,” Luke insisted, tugging on Padme’s arm. Leia put one hand on her hip, the other pointing towards the kitchen. “Daddy’s pancakes are bad.”

“Leia!” Padme and Luke chastised at the same time. Leia shrugged. Her husband yelled back from the kitchen, “I heard that!” Leia giggled, which quickly turned into squeals as Anakin came into the room.

“You asked for it,” Anakin said with fake menace, scooping Leia into his arms. She squealed louder, kicking her legs at Anakin’s chest to no avail. His face split into a devious grin. “Here comes the tickle monster!” Cradling Leia in one arm, he lifted wiggling fingers on his other arm to Leia’s small belly. Leia giggled and squirmed at Anakin’s tickling. “No fair!” she cried. Anakin only smirked. “You made fun of my pancakes. Now we’re even.” Then he hoisted Leia onto his shoulders and carried her back into the kitchen. Shaking head with a grin, Padme scooped up Luke and followed him.

She found Anakin near the stove spreading pancake mix onto a pan while Leia tried to give Anakin instructions.

“More mix,” Leia ordered, pointing down. Anakin obeyed, adding another two spoonfuls of mix and trying to spread it. Padme clapped a hand across her forehead. “You’re going to make it too thick,” she complained. She moved to replace Anakin, gently lowering Luke to the ground next to her, holding his hand instead. “Let me do it.”

“Let Mama make them,” Leia ordered, and sighing, Anakin moved aside. Padme stood in front of the frying pan for a few seconds before she came to a realization: she had no idea how to make pancakes.

She had been made a queen as a child, later a senator. She’d never cooked as a queen, and she had only cooked basic things as a senator. Pancakes seemed simple enough, but Padme was stumped.

“Put oil,” Leia ordered her from Anakin’s head. Anakin turned to Padme and smiled impishly. Not knowing what else to do, Padme obeyed, grabbing the oil bottle from next to the stove and unscrewing the cap. She poured oil onto the pan, causing the mix to spread. Oops. That didn’t look right. Anakin chuckled slightly and Leia tugged his hair urgently.

“Too much oil, Mama!” Leia complained. Padme raised a brow at Leia. “Do you know how to make pancakes, baby?”

“She watched it on TV,” Luke piped up. “We saw how to make pancakes and waffles and cookies!” He grinned, his missing front teeth showing. Padme blinked at him, turning to Anakin, whose neck was craned towards his daughter. “Chefs Luke and Leia, hm?” Anakin asked. Leia beamed. “Yes!” Luke and Leia said at the same time. Anakin and Padme exchanged glances before Luke began to scream.

“Fire! Fire!” he shrieked and ran away. Padme stared down at the frying pan and saw the mix dried up and blackening. Padme sheepishly grinned.

“Let’s try this again,” she said.

[fionajames]

Hey, Jamie! Requesting time again because…. It’s fun for both of us.

Anyways May i please have prompt #18 (i think it’s 18?) “watch me” with Wolffe and Dhole being typical siblings and stuff? Please? And your pick of adding angst or gore or fluff or whatever.

Thank you so much, sincerely, Sha 🫡

HELL YEAH I DID THIS SUPER FAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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AND INTRODUCING.. THE NEWEST MEMBER OF THE GUARD!!!!!!!!!

TYSM SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST SHA!!!!! I HOPE YOU GET SOME SLEEP!!!!

Dhole giggled as he bounded through the streets of Spiriole, excitedly calling out Wollfe’s name. The Commander turned to him from where he was standing by the doors to the hall that the town had insisted the army stay in. “Wolffe! Wolffe!” He cried out again and the Commander sighed, dismissing the trooper he was talking with.

“Yes, Dhole?” Wolffe asked, rolling his eyes but with a fond smile. The ARC Trooper tugged off his helmet to reveal his huge grin and messy hair. 

“I have something to show you!” Dhole told him excitedly, beckoning him to join him. Wolffe rolled his eyes and put his helmet on in an attempt to hide his smile from the younger. 

Dhole led him through the winding street roads and to the outskirts where the poorer people were located. On the way, Wolffe noticed how many of them exchanged greetings, smiles and waves with Dhole, as if they were all great friends.

“Here,” Dhole told him, stopping in his tracks in front of a dark alley. Wolffe raised an eyebrow that Dhole couldn’t see. “Promise not to freak?” He reached out his pinky finger.

“Promise,” Wolffe told him playfully, interlocking their pinkies. Dhole grasped his wrist and dragged him into the alley, rounding a corner before letting out a shrill whistle. A trash can in front of them toppled over and something rolled out of it - Wolffe reached for his blaster instinctively but froze when Dhole bent down. The younger scooped up the tiny creature and turned to Wolffe, who gaped at him.

Curled up in Dhole’s arms was a puppy Charhound, its dark eyes round with adorableness. Dhole ran his fingers through the short black fur and rubbed the puppy’s ears, giving Wolffe the same eyes the puppy was giving him.

“Can I keep him?” The Clone pleaded as the puppy whimpered, curling up into Dhole’s chest closer and giving Wolffe a glimpse at the gleaming and glowing orange stripes on its belly.

“Absolutely not,” Wolffe deadpanned, refusing to meet Dhole’s wide, pleading eyes. The younger gasped and held the puppy closer to him, giving Wolffe his best huge, adorable eyes. 

“Please, Ori’vod,” he begged as he cradled the puppy. “We can’t just leave Ashling here!”

“You named the blasted thing!?” Wolffe growled, rolling his eyes as he tried to pretend his younger brother was Comet or Sinker instead - who were a lot easier to say no to. Dhole had these huge, sad eyes that no one could say no to.

“Hey!” Dhole cried out, turning his side to the older to hide the puppy. “Don’t call him that! His name is Ashling!” 

Wolffe rolled his eyes. “It’s really not up to me anyways, how do you suppose you’d sneak it on board and then into the Guard’s barracks, huh?” 

“First up,” Dhole began, shooting him a deadly glare that made Wolffe feel instantly guilty. “He’s a he not an it. Secondly, I could train him like a Mastiff!” 

Wolffe rolled his eyes again, picturing the exhausted look on Fox’s face. “I don’t think Rex or Cody would let you bring him on board.” 

“Anakin would.” 

“Yeah, well how about the Admiral?” 

“I will get him on board,” Dhole snarled, lip curled as he held Ashling close to his chest protectively. “Watch me.”

Wolffe sighed as he looked closer at the Charhound. He was unusually skinny - even for his breed - and his eyes looked droopy with exhaustion. One of Ashling’s ears was floppier than the other, and his tail fur was uneven and scraggly. “Fine.” 

“Really?!” 

“Don’t ask again, I might change my mind.”

“Heck yeah!” Dhole cheered, holding Ashling up so their noses were touching. “Here that Ashling? I’m going to take you home! You can live with me!” He giggled as the puppy licked his face happily, squealing at the feeling. 

Wolffe smiled and chuckled as he left the alley, his puppy of a brother and the puppy he’d adopted following behind him.

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

The Bond Between Us ~ 75

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 1,540ish

Summary: Victory is celebrated, even after loss.

Notes: I cried while writing this. No shame. I also have a one shot that goes with this chapter but it won’t be out until the series is over (which will be soon!).

It took a lot for you and Luke to get Anakin up. The three of you were each extremely weak. You and Luke both took an arm, placing it over your shoulders as you dragged Anakin along. The alarms were blaring, signaling that the Alliance was close to finish their mission. Storm troopers and commanders were rushing everyone, especially once the three of you reached the hanger. None of them paid you any mind, just trying to get to a ship themselves.

As the three of you reach the ramp of the Imperial shuttle, you collapse under the strain. Before Luke could collapse, he gently sets his father down beside you.

“Luke,” Anakin called in a broken whisper, “help me take this mask off.”

“No!” You said, moving to kneel beside Anakin.

“But you’ll die,” Luke argued.

“Nothing can stop that now,” Anakin replied. “Just for once… let me look on you with my own eyes… let me see my sister, one last time.”

Hesitantly, Luke helped remove the Vader mask from Anakin’s face. Tears fall down your face as you see your brother’s scares and eyes after all these years. They were no longer gold. His eyes flick over to yours.

“I’m sorry… sis…” He struggles to say. “For everything…”

“Ssshhh,” you try to shush and comfort him through your tears. “It’s alright… All is forgiven.”

“I killed… I killed… Obi-Wan… so you… would feel… my… pain… I’ve caused you… so much… pain…”

“It’s alright, Anakin. It’s alright…” Your breath quivered as you inhaled. “You did it though… you fought off the darkness. You won… You were the Chosen One.”

A hint of a smile graced Anakin’s lips. “I… I guess… so…” He coughed slightly. “Always thought it would be you…” 

Anakin’s eyes moved so that he could take in his son. You could see the regret swimming in his eyes. How you wish you could go back and change the past for him. 

“Now, go, both of you… leave me,” Anakin requested.

“No,” Luke shook his head adamantly as he responded. “You’re coming with us. I can’t leave you here. I’ve got to save you.”

“You already have, Luke… You and Y/N were right about me. Tell your sister… you were right.”

“Father, I won’t leave you.”

You gasped as you felt Anakin’s life Force leave him. “Ani?” You called. “Ani, please… please don’t leave me.” You curled in on Anakin’s body, sobbing. 

A huge explosion rocked the hangar bay. Luke looked around, realizing that you were running out of time.

“Y/N, we’ve got to go,” Luke tried to pry you away from Anakin.

“No!” You cried, grasping onto his body further. “I won’t leave him… not again… never again.”

“Let’s get his body onto the ship.”

You let Luke pull your back from Anakin’s body. Shakily, you stood up as Luke half dragged, half carried Anakin’s body into the shuttle. He placed him in the center of the hold before rushing to the cockpit. You fell to your knees beside his body. Your trembling hands rested in the center of the Vader suit Anakin’s body was still trapped in. As Luke flew the shuttle, you kept your eyes on Anakin’s face. Though it had changed over the years, you were grateful to have seen it for one last time.

~~~

Han, Leia, Chewie, 3PO, R2, the Rebel troops, and the Ewoks all looked to the sky as the Death Star blew. They cheered happily.

“They did it!” 3PO exclaimed.

Han looked down from the sky to Leia, concern written on his face. Leia looked to the sky as though listening for a silent voice.

“I’m sure Luke and Y/N weren’t on that thing when it blew,” Han said.

“They weren’t,” Leia replied. “I can feel it.”

“You love him, don’t you?”

Leia smiled, a bit puzzled. “Yes.”

“Alright. I understand.” Han nodded slightly. “Fine. When he comes back, I won’t get in the way.”

“Oh. No, it’s not like that at all.” Leia smiled. “He’s my brother. And, I guess it’s not a secret anymore, Y/N’s my aunt.”

Han is stunned by the news. Leia smiled, pulling Han into an embrace.

“Y/N’s your aunt?” Han muttered in disbelief. “Luke is your brother? No wonder Y/N wanted be to drop it when I joke that she had sex with Luke.”

Leia laughed, shaking her head slightly against Han’s chest.

~~~

You took a shaky breath before placing the flaming torch on the logs stacked under a funeral pyre. Anakin’s body lied on top, the Vader helmet back over his face. You stepped back in line with Luke, eyes watching as the flames leap higher and higher. Tears trailed down your cheeks as the fire consumed Anakin Skywalker.

In the sky above, fireworks exploded and Rebel fighters zoomed above the forest. You wished that you could celebrate the fall of the Empire, but you couldn’t. The fall of the Empire and truly caused you to lose your brother. And… there was still a darkness in the air. You knew that there would always be a darkness, it’s how balance truly happens. But this was different.

“There’s still a heavy darkness in the Galaxy,” you whispered, eyes fixated on Vader’s melting helmet. “This isn’t the end of it.”

“I’m sure that you’re just—“

“You don’t have enough knowledge of the past Luke, but quickly learn not to question what I sense,” your tone was firm, making it clear to Luke that you were serious. “If the Jedi Council hadn’t questioned what I sensed, we wouldn’t be in this position… our family would be whole.”

Luke nodded, taking it in. “What do we do?”

“Unfortunately, all we can do is wait and make sure that we are not as blindsided as we were the first time.”

~~~

Many of the surviving members of the Alliance, who had fought that day, met in the tree huts where the Ewoks lived. You and Luke were no exception. The celebrations were well in full swing and you were even slightly eager to celebrate despite the heaviness of your heart.

Leia was the first to notice you and Luke enter the area. She lit up as she rushed over and embraced Luke. Han quickly followed, taking you in his arms.

“Glad to see you in one piece, kid,” Han told you. You could feel how genuine he met it.

“Same with you,” you responded.

Pulling back, Han and Leia switched who they were hugging. Leia held you tight. 

“I’m so glad you’re safe,” she whispered.

“I’m glad you’re safe,” you replied.

Leia pulled back and looked in your eyes. She could tell that you were feeling the loss of your brother—her father. She didn’t know what happened, she honestly didn’t know if she really wanted to, but she knew that she needed to do her best to help you.

“General!” Lando greeted, interrupting you and Leia.

“Lando,” you smiled, going in to hug him.

Your group moved over to the sidelines as the Ewoks and Rebels celebrated together. You were watching the flames of the flicker bonfire at the center when you heard him.

“Little star.”

You inhaled sharply, glancing around the area. You felt pulled to walk out of the area slightly. Moving around a large tree trunk, you saw Obi-Wan’s shimmering Force ghost waiting for you. He smiled at you as you rushed to him.

“My little star,” he said proudly as the two of you embraced. “I’m so proud of you.” He kissed your head.

“Proud of you, we both are,” Yoda said appearing on the railing beside the couple.

“It is not me you need to be proud of,” you shook your head. “Anakin is the one who stopped the Emperor.”

“Hmm, yes. Seemed to be the Chosen One. Proud we are of him as well.”

“Is he…?”

“I’m right here.”

You turned to see Anakin’s younger self as a Force Ghost beside Obi-Wan. “Ani.”

Anakin smiled widely. “Hello, sis.”

“Y/N?” Luke called, walking around the corner. He stopped and smiled at the sight of the Force ghosts near you.

“Go,” Obi-Wan told you. You looked at him, clearly not wanting to leave his side. “Celebrate with the others. Start a new Republic with Leia. Start a new adventure. I’ll be right here when you need me.”

“Oh, Obi… I love you.”

“And I love you, little star.”

Obi-Wan pulled you in for a brief kiss, causing noises of playful disgust to come from Anakin. You laughed as you pulled away and looked over at him.

“Don’t cause too much trouble, Ani,” you teased.

“Can’t make any promises,” he smirked. “Thank you, Y/N, for never giving up on me.”

“You’re my brother, Ani, giving up on your was never an option.”

You gave Obi-Wan one last peck before slowly walking backwards to where Luke was standing. He smiled at the Force ghosts watching over the celebration proudly. Leia came up from behind the two of you, pulling you towards the celebrations. You and Luke spared once last glance over your shoulders before joining in.

Though you felt like the fight against the darkness was not over, you could at least enjoy this victory.

next chapter >

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[lilredghost]

I doubt my lil ask with spark much muse bc I know how that goes as a writer, but!! Just wanted u to know that I am vv curious about bring me in from the pasture & where you take it. Good stuff right there!! 😌

OK see it's crazy because I have so much enthusiasm for this fic!! I had a wonderful brainstorming session with @kyberkenobi last month-ish and we came up with so many ideas! For some reason I'm just having a hard time actually motivating myself to write it

But you asked, so I sat down to bang this out last night!

[Obikin. Rated E. Hucow Obi-Wan.]

“Great!” Obi-Wan says brightly.

He heads towards the door, and Anakin steps in front of him in a panic. “Wait! Master, you can’t go out like this.”

Obi-Wan looks down at himself, clearly not understanding. But he’s still dressed in only a thin undertunic that hides absolutely nothing. Anakin can see his breasts bouncing when he walks, can see his stiffened nipples jutting out against the fabric.

For Force’s sake, he’s not even wearing pants.

“But the clothes you gave me….” Obi-Wan begins, shifting uncomfortably. “There are too many. And they’re too rough, Anakin, I don’t like it.”

“They’re not rough,” Anakin says, baffled. “They’re for protection, Master.”

“Oh.” His Master frowns.

And then, with a nervous glance to their door—

“Do I need protection here?”

“Well. No,” Anakin hesitates, then shakes his head roughly. “You can't negotiate your way out of this, Obi-Wan! You need to wear more clothes!”

The frown deepens to a scowl, but his Master turns around, trudging obediently to the bedroom.

He takes long enough that Anakin gets impatient, thumbing through messages on his comm and wondering if he needs to help Obi-Wan get dressed.

The thought of that— his hands on Obi-Wan’s skin, guiding his limbs carefully through his tunic, kneeling to help him with his leggings…

Well; maybe it’s better he doesn’t.

He wants his Master, and every time Obi-Wan touches him, every time Obi-Wan needs his help, every time Obi-Wan remembers something about Anakin and about their life before— it only feeds the greedy monster in Anakin’s chest.

He wants everything from Obi-Wan. And he knows that if he asked, his Master would give it. That Obi-Wan, trusting Anakin to know what’s best, would let him do whatever he liked.

But he can’t betray that trust.

So he waits by the door, fiddling aimlessly with his comm, until Obi-Wan emerges wearing pants and an outer tunic with a thicker weave. Anakin ignores the lack of tabards or robes, sliding his Master a pair of simple shoes.

“Good job,” he says. The praise is clumsy on his tongue, but it's worth it for the way that Obi-Wan brightens up at the words. “Ready for a walk?”

“Yes.” Obi-Wan’s Force signature unfurls, brushing against his for the first time since his return.

Anakin tries not to tear up, pressing against him in the Force warmly. He thought he’d never get to feel his Master like this again.

“Leash?” Obi-Wan asks abruptly.

“Huh?”

“For our walk,” he says. “Do you have a collar and leash? And I’d like to wear the collar inside too, if that’s okay—”

“No,” Anakin cries, voice pitching high and incredulous. “Obi-Wan, I’m not walking you around the Temple like a pet. Nobody’s expecting you to wear a collar, I promise.”

He expects Obi-Wan to be relieved, but the man frowns instead, eyes dipping down in what can only be shame.

Anakin sighs, scrubbing his face with one palm. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

But Obi-Wan only shakes his head, slipping on his shoes. “It’s okay,” he says quietly. “Let’s go.”

Guilt sits heavy in Anakin’s chest. His Master had been so excited by the prospect of a walk, and now—

He reaches out, pulling Obi-Wan into a hug. Touch, by far, has been the best way to get through to him.

“I’m sorry,” Anakin says. “Will you tell me why you want a collar so much?”

His Master’s fingers curl into the fabric of Anakin’s robes. “It makes me feel safe,” he whispers. “Everyone will know I’m your cow, so no one will bother me.”

Blood rushes south so fast that Anakin feels dizzy.

Everyone will know I’m your cow.

“You are mine,” he agrees, unthinking. “We’ll get you a collar, Obi-Wan. Don’t worry.”

Obi-Wan hums with pleasure, relaxing into his arms. “One with a bell?”

Oh.

Is it possible to die of arousal? What if he overheats and passes out?

The idea of Obi-Wan in a collar— in Anakin’s collar— taking a daily walk with him, bell jingling sweetly—

“Yeah,” he chokes out. “You can have a little bell and everything.”

[yallfavblkgirl]

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝗼𝐮𝐫!

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ➜ kissing, nipple play, and sorry if i miss anything!

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆, rain fell and night fell, when you finally made it to anakin’s house all the way out in the woods but no where near the kingdom or the town. anakin’s house was covered in vines, when you walked in the fireplace was nice and warm, there was books all over the ground along with tea cups.

“this is beautiful.” you whispered, you took off your hood and let down your wet curls. anakin walked in with a tea kettle in his hands, he put a tea bag in it and placed it over the fire. “come sit.” he whispered as a shaggy haired dog sat by him.

“a golden retriever!” you exclaimed, you joined him on the rug. “he’s beautiful…he looks like you.” you laughed as you rubbed his fur. anakin smiled, “his name is angel, angel skywalker.” anakin smirked as he pat his sides. “angel…what a beautiful name.” you said to anakin.

“so you’re married?” anakin asked you with a weak smile, you took your hands off angel and sighed. anakin got closer to you, “you can’t be married…that means going to be queen.” anakin said and tears filled your eyes because you thought of you being with kylo until you die was killing slowly.

“i can’t- anakin i just can’t.” you cried softly, anakin pulled you into his arms. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to make you cry but i just feel that you are everything but i’m-” you cut anakin by kissing him. you pulled away and put your forehead to his and cupped his face, “you’re everything anakin, i only known you for some hours but i see it…you everything and more.” you said softly as you pulled away and wiped the tears off your face but more came down.

anakin just looked at you, “please kiss me again.” anakin asked you. you pulled him by his shirt and brought him and kissed him softly, the kiss later turned into a rough make out. anakin the went under your dress and rubbed your nipples.

you moaned as you kissed anakin, you were about to take off your dress when you heard loud knocking at the door. “obi wan.” you whispered as you pulled away from anakin, “who?” he asked as he watched you put your hood back on and fix your dress.

“obi wan! someone who is looking for me, i know that’s him because he knocks with a hard banging.” you got up and stood up, “HEY!” obi wan yelled as anakin stood up and lead you to the back door. you turned to anakin, “can i see you tomorrow?” you asked him as anakin, “yes, you’ll know where i’ll be.” he smiled as angel walked behind him.

you didn’t want to leave but you opened the back door, you stood there for a while. you pulled anakin closer to you as you kissed his forehead, “it’s okay.” anakin said because he noticed that you were worried. you nodded with a weak smile as you turned around and started running into the woods.

anakin closed the back door and walked to the front, “yes?” anakin asked as obi wan looked at him. “have you seen lady rose.” obi wan asked and anakin shook his head, “i haven’t seen anyone.” anakin said.

obi wan grabbed onto anakin, “anakin, if you hurt her…i’ll kill you.” obi wan whispered. anakin’s smirked grew big, “aww obi wan, can’t a man have a little bit of fun?” anakin yelled as obi wan punched him.

anakin wiped his bloody nose, “i’m not going to hurt her.” anakin said and pushed him out of his house.

meanwhile, you walked into the garden and ran into the kingdom. “Y/N!” padme called as she ran up and hugged you, you hugged back but pulled her away and looked at her, “where’s kylo?” you asked as she pointed to your room.

“he’s been in there all night, since the storm…since you went missing.” padme whispered. “where’s my mother?” you asked as you took off your hood, “she went searching for you in the east but we don’t know where.” she whispered and you took off your shoes and robe

you walked up to your room with your shoes and robe in your arms. you opened the door slowly, “kylo.” you called as you placed your stuff down. he looked at you with tears in his eyes, “y/n.” kylo ran up to you as he hugged you, you slowly hugged him back. “i’m sorry about your father.” you spoke as just nodded, “i’m sorry for everything y/n.” kylo said.

“it’s okay it doesn’t matter anymore.” you said, he was finally in your arms…you wanted to hugged him until he die and not in good way. “i didn’t mean to be away for so long.” you said with a low tone, “maybe you should run a bath.” you said as you let go of him and he just nodded.

kylo walked out of the room, you walked to your bathroom and took a deep breath. you started feeling something in your corset so you felt around then untied it, you took out a little knife that had anakin’s name craved into it. you turned it around to see something else was craved in it, “skywalker.” you read off the knife.

you smiled, you rubbed your finger against the bade as you giggled. you walked back into the bedroom and put the knife in your dresser, you sat back on your bed as one of your maids walked in your room. “king kylo has moved the wedding to tomorrow due to the death of king han and your mother has returned.” you ran down the stairs as you looked at your mother.

“sweetie… i missed you.” she whispered, “why did he moved the wedding?” you asked as your mother walked up to you. she grabbed your hands and smiled, “because he knew you would make a perfect queen.” she whispered and walked up the stairs to her room as you stood there.

dear anakin, tomorrow i’m getting married and becoming queen. i don’t know what that means for us but i know i don’t want to stop seeing you, i know i want to get to know you more. i’m glad i’ll always know where you’ll be.

love y/n rose

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝗼𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝!



[prismatica-the-strange]

French for you and anakin? 😳😳

[ french ] a deep, passionate kiss with the use of tongue

Pre-order 66 and post-Freida leaving the Jedi. This kind of took on a life of its own.

Anakin hadn't intended to go to Jein'ta, but when the Jedi got word that General Grievous had been spotted in that sector, he didn't think dropping in would be any harm.

He's met by Cria, the handmaid who had begged the Jedi to help when Freida was being forced to marry a warlord. She greets him warmly and before he can give her his excuse for being there she smiles.

"Her Lady Freida is this way," She tells him, beckoning him to follow her, "Come with me."

As they approach her dwelling his chest erupts with warmth, as if every step toward her brought him closer to the sun.

They find her in the meadow near her house, sprawled out on the grass, her hair down and a mess around her.

Cria stops him just as he's about to call out and points to the small body creeping in the taller grass nearby.

Frei cries out playfully when a young girl pounces on her stomach and he can't help but smile.

"I gotchu Aunt Freida!" The girl grins, sitting on her abdomen.

"Yes, you did," The older woman encourages, sitting up and wrapping her arms around her, "I didn't even hear you coming!"

The girl's ears twitch and she quickly turns to look at him and Cria, almost shrinking in her hold when she sees him.

Freida follows her gaze and her face lights up with the sweetest smile. She has to stop herself from jumping to her feet and sprinting into his arms like she desperately wants to, and settles for waving him over.

She rises to her knees when the girl slides down to hide behind her as he approaches.

"Your Eminence," He greets with a teasing grin and a small bow.

"Anakin," The soft sound of his name makes his heart stutter and it takes all he has to not pull her against his lips.

His eyes flicker over to the girl peaking out from behind her.

"And who is this?" He chuckles when she ducks away.

"This little cub?" Freida wrangles her into her arms again.

"I'm not a cub!" She argues, wiggling in Frei's arms til she lets her go, "I'm Myrshi!"

"Ah, Myrshi the mighty hunter," He says and her cheeks flush, "I saw your devastating attack just now."

She lets out a bashful giggle at his words, running off when Cria calls her.

"We'll give you two some time," She smiles at them and Anakin gets the feeling she may have more insight into their relationship than most people.

"Help me up?" Freida asks, pulling his attention back to her. Her hand is outstretched at him expectantly.

"Of course, my lady," He grins. It's like lightning when their hands touch, electricity arcing through his veins.

She leads him inside, past various house staff and other clergywomen, away from any prying eyes. The villa is much brighter than when he'd rushed to save her that handful of months ago. Ever since her father stormed off after she'd defied him, she's seemed brighter, so bright it's almost like he'd been blinded by her, even back on Coruscant.

As soon as they step into her room he kicks the door shut and yanks at her wrist, making her fall against his chest with the most adorable giggle.

"I missed you, precious," His lips brush hers before he finally kisses her.

"Missed you so much," She sighs, her claws digging into his dark robes. She tugs them toward the large nest-like pile of pillows and cushions that serve as her bed and favorite sun-basking spot.

His laugh when they tumble back into them makes her heart thrum with pure happiness.

He kisses her again before pulling back to take her in. Her hair is a wild mess around her, pastel pink curls tangle into each other, flecked with green, and it takes him a moment to realize it's grass.

"You have grass in your hair," He snickers, plucking a blade from it.

He gets distracted by her hands softly cupping his face and he gazes down at her warmly as her thumb strokes his cheek.

"You're so pretty," She mumbles. Her fingers brush back his bangs and he feels his cheeks heat.

"No," He chuckles, "You're the pretty one here."

"Agree to disagree," She murmurs, pulling him back down to her.

He kisses her hard, his hands rough in her already tangled hair. His tongue shoves past her lip, eagerly exploring her mouth. She tastes sweet, like some kind of delectable fruit he can't get enough of.

He groans when she runs her tongue along his, pressing their chests together.

"Kiss me again," She sighs when he pulls away, his chest heaving against her.

"Anything you want, Precious," He grins, "I'll kiss you until you beg me to stop."

"Then I guess you'll never stop kissing me."

"I'd better get started."

[prttylight]

@ Anakin Skywalker × Female!Reader ( Part. 2 )

— english is not my first language; I'm just trying to practice don't pay attencion to this please

⚠️ mentions of rape and violence

tags: confort, therapy, established relationship

— Part 1 !

Summary: Someone tried to rape reader while Anakin was on a mission, the last thing that the reader wants, is to talk about it. AO3

Anakin was worried, he knew from the conversation you two had, that you didn't want to talk about what happened. And it was okay, he would wait for your recovery how much you needed it. Nevertheless he wasn't sure if staying in bed would be good for you, you worked, yes but he couldn't see anymore the passion you had as a Senator before the attack. 

He asked for advices, and received good ones. He tried to talk to you, recommending a therapist who would help you with the mental problems that this attack could cause you. You didn't listen. 

You were feeling depressed, dirty and guilty. Anakin was there for you, but you couldn't help to avoid him, you were in a black hole seeing no light to escape from this invisible pain.

You woke up, it was night and Anakin was picking things from the wardrobe, you thought that maybe he finally gave up on you. Faking that you were still sleeping, you tried to not cry. Sadness again in your heart, but did you know that you don't deserve him. 

Anakin kept in silence before he walked around the bed and sat next to your body. 

" Are you still sleeping, my dear?" He touched your hair, and probably also smiled but you couldn't see it. "I know you don't" 

… 

" It's okay, you don't have to say anything, you just have to hear me" Anakin whispered, making your heart ache, you didn't know why you ignored him since you wanted so much to admire his face "I have to go to a mission, probably I will be going for a week "

Anakin stroked your face, his fingers traced around your cheek, made you blush. 

" I set a date with a therapist in two days, for you" softly said, fearing your reaction. " I'm going to leave you a paper with the information you need. And I know you didn't want to go, just take a little time to think about it. Okay, Love? Just… A little of your time."

He kissed your hand.

" Just remember, any that your choice is, I love you and I always will be right here"

His lips kissed your forehead. 

He wasn't in the apartment anymore, your tears moistened your cheeks, where his hands were before. You touched there with your own hands, trying to replicate his warmth. 

You knew you had the power to change this, it was under your control. You felt the pain under your chest, and it was time to let it go.

You wanted to search for Anakin, however surely it was late, and first you needed a shower. 

In your mind, therapy sounded scary. But when you cried in the first session, you finally discovered that it wasn't. Therapy was a relief. 

It was hard, talking about the attack mostly. And the fact that Anakin left for three weeks instead of one, it was also kinda complicated, but he came back, like he promised, and finding you, waiting with a smile made him sob. 

[hannibalzero]

Padme Amidalla had gone to Rapture, the idea of helping build a utopian society was to tempting to ignore. She discussed going to Rapture with Anakin. He pouted but gave his blessing to his beloved wife. Padme promised she would be back soon. Saying it would only be a few months and then she would send for them. Padme would build a perfect society for her beloved children. She smiled and waved goodbye at that lighthouse to her crying husband and children.

That was three years ago, progress in Rapture moved very slow. Social reforms, red tape and just helping regular people was difficult. She wouldn’t bring her family to Rapture, not like this. Rapture wasn’t a welcoming place for families, much less children. Padme rubbed her temple with a sigh. She missed them, Luke and Leia. They would be eight now, she longed to see them. Padme bounced slightly as the elevator stopped. Hardly looking up from her book, a man walked in.

Much to Padme’s surprise, people gave the young man in a stripped suit a wide brith. Like he had a sickness or something. He was holding a needle like the horrible little sisters had. Padme tilted her head, why was this man familiar? Shmi leaned over and whispered into Padme’s ear.

“On of the newest developments from Fontaine Futuristics in big daddy technology.” Shmi whispered to her lover. “They call them ‘little papas.’ A coparent to the big daddy.” She gave a shiver. “The whole Adam research creeps me out, adding the big daddy’s makes it worse for me.” Shmi looked away from the young man.

“A little papa. Leave it to Rapture to bastardize all of childhood.” Padme got a look of the man’s face. Why did she recognize him?! A memory came to mind of the same young man in a sweater and glasses helping her children into their backpacks at that prestigious preschool. “Shmi I know him…but how-“ the elevator bounced again and opened to the Arcadia. “Obi-wan kenobi, my children’s preschool teacher.” Padme mumbled under her breath fallowing after him.

“Wait! Padme!” Shmi hissed running after Padme into Arcadia.

Padme fallowed Obi-wan, watching him approach a vent. “Mr. Kenobi! Ben!” She cried out watching as Obi-wan stop what he was doing to look back at the women curiously.

“Hello citizen, how may I assist you?” That accent, it really had to be Ben. “Please keep back, I am about to escort my little children to their Big Daddy. Big Daddy Vader is waiting for us.” His hair was different, went to about his chin. Face clean shaven, that stripped suit even looked tailored onto his body but it was Ben.

“Ben? What are you doing here? You don’t recognize me? Come now, you were a preschool teacher for my children at sunny side. You know Luke and Leia? I’m Padme Amadalla-Skywalker.” She reintroduced to the man with gold glowing eyes holding a horrifying needle.

“Please do not stop me from my work. Have a wonderful day under the sea.” Obi-wan turned back to the vent and knocked.

“Skywalker?” Shmi hissed ignoring the Little Papa now and looking to Padme. “I thought you left him!” She stopped at the sound of knocking. Even the soft knocking of the vent echoed horribly in rapture. “Shit Padme we must go. Before the little-“

It was too late. The giggle of a little girl echoed through the room, then another one but from a little boy.

“Hurry up Luke.” The little girl pulled out of the vent first eyes glowing gold as a little sister’s should.

“Don’t be bossy Leia! I’m stuck behind you!” The little boy crawled out beside her but smiled at Obi-wan. “Hi papa! I’ve missed you.” Luke greeted earning a kiss from Obi-wan.

“Papa! I wanna kiss too!” Leia started to whine but giggled when she got a kiss. “Ohhh we are in Arcadia! I love flowers.” She grinned as Obi-wan helped the twins down.

“Is daddy here?!” Luke looked around holding his own needle while holding Leia’s hand.

“Be kind to each other starlights.” Obi-wan chuckled. “We mustn’t fight.” He cooed before nodding. “Yes, Daddy will be here soon. Any moment now.” Obi-wan fixed Leia’s hair and then took out a handkerchief to clean Luke’s face.

TBC…

[mayukicrystalqueen]

W.I.P of my new story

A little over five years ago

“I don’t want to do it.” Luke Skywalker said to his father.

“It’s not about what you want!” Anakin snapped. “You’re sixteen Luke, you aren’t having a baby.”

“Then I want to live with mom.” Luke said icily. Tears filled his eyes, but he refused to let them spill.

“The courts appointed me your legal alpha guardian when your mother and I got a divorce.” Anakin said triumphantly.

“They also said once I was thirteen it was up to me who I wanted to live with and that I could change my mind at any time.” Luke reminded him. “If you are going to try and force an abortion on me then I choose mom. I already called and talked to her, she said she’ll help me raise it after I move in. She’s already on her way.”

“This is all that Biggs boys fault.” Anakin said. “I knew he was a bad influence, I never should have let you date him.”

“As if you could have stopped me.” Luke snapped. “And at least Biggs is willing to be there for me through this, even if I’m in another state. At least he wants to support his child and be there for them. Unlike you.”

Smack!

Luke recoiled in shock as his father struck him across the face. Stunned he placed a hand to his cheek and stepped backwards.

“I have sacrificed everything for you!” Anakin screamed. “I fed you, clothed you, kept a roof over your head for the past sixteen years! You should be grateful! Instead you’re throwing away your future for what? A chance at a life with some knot head who will probably cheat on you and leave you and the kid behind for some younger prettier thing somewhere down the road?”

“Biggs would never do that to me.” Luke argued.

“Oh please he’s still a teenager, even if he’s legally an adult.” Anakin said. “High school romances never work out for kids the same age, let alone ones with a two year age gap. It’s bound to fall apart at some point.”

“You don’t know that!” Luke cried, still holding his cheek.

“I do and I know where you’ll be once it does.” Anakin argued. “Bitter and regretting ever having a kid with him in the first place.”

“I’m not you.”

Luke’s eyes widened as the words left his mouth. He’d said them before he even thought of them. He desperately wished he could take them back, but he knew nothing he said would make things any better.

Anakin’s face darkened.

“Get your things and get out.” He said, his voice as cool as steel.

Luke tried not to cry as he ran to his room to gather his stuff. Tried not to think about how this would be the last time he set foot in his childhood home. The last time he’d see his father if he could help it.

Present Day

Luke sighed as he turned off the car. Forcing a smile he turned around to look at the dark curly haired little girl in the backseat.

“Got the flowers for daddy Padma?” He asked.

“Yup!” Padma cried, holding up a bouquet of calla lilies. “I kept them safe the whole way!”

“That’s my girl.” Luke said, reaching back and ruffling her hair.

“Is Daddy going to be here this time?” Padma asked as Luke got her out of the car.

“He’s there every time sweetie.” Luke said sadly, “we just can’t see him.”

“But someday we will, right?” Padma asked.

“Yes, someday a long, long time from now we’ll see him again.” Luke promised, grabbing her hand and leading her down a path.

A few minutes later they stopped in front of a tombstone.

“Hey Biggs.” Luke whispered, staring down at it.

“Hi daddy!” Padma cried. “Look, we brought you flowers again! Just like we do every year!”