#anakin x oc

[anisdolly]

・ 。.・゜✭・.・✫ . ✭・.・✫・✭ .・゜・。.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ quiet now, will you?

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀STRICTLY 18+.

WARNINGS: bratfem!reader x dom!modernau!anakin, dirty talking, teasing, clit play, he likes to command just a bit too much.

summary: anakin is taking you home after picking you up from your shift, and of course he is hungry as fuck. just...you're feeling bratty.

・ 。.・゜✭・.・✫ . ✭・.・✫・✭ .・゜・。.

“h-hey!” you lament, hands quickly folding together to push the fabric of your sweater between your legs. the little fist they created stays there, pressed right between a drenched cunt, his hand and your thighs—a vain, and rather pathetic, attempt to stop your boyfriend from getting what he was craving. “h-hand away!”

it had been already a long day at work—your boss making you run from one office to the other just because her spoiled daughter wanted to read a book that wasn’t even fucking released yet. last thing you need, was anakin all over your pussy, and his car’s seat dirty. maybe you should’ve thought twice before shoving yourself into more comfortable clothes—a thick sweater that worked more as a short, barely covering dress—and keep your tailleur instead.

anakin just watches you squirm and use your only cloth as a barrier, his blue eyes gleaming with wicked delight before a low chuckle escapes his lips. his hand, determined in feeling more, comes to rest atop the hoodie mound you just created after abruptly pushing yours away, pressing down against the fabric just enough to feel the warmth and dampness underneath.

"'hand away'…" he teases mockingly, his voice resonating with that deep sound that is exclusively his. "think you got the power to make demands, princess? after i haven’t seen you for an entire day?" a playful, yet starved edge lines his words with a smirk. his fingers begin to move in a slow, deliberate circle over the hoodie, not enough to touch directly, but the implication is there—a reminder of the control he holds over your pretty body.

it gets you writhing and panting instantly, and as you wrap your hand around his wrist to try and move him away, the pressure only gets more insistent. so much, that what sounds like a tiny moan flips out of your mouth. you really thought you had the strength to push him away? tsk.

“a-ani…c-c’mon…” you cry, but your hips were betraying you by basically humping against his hand.

he simply scoffs at your pitiful wail, enjoying the friction of your core over his digits. “never this drenched. not even when i cum all over it.”

the car's engine hums and thrums to life as anakin lets his hand linger over your hidden cunt, driving you insane with the need for more in only seconds. yet, he never really gives you what you need. you were always so fucking perfect with your innocent blush and eager body—he loves how you respond to him so quickly, despite your best efforts. even if, at times, he has to push you a bit more. but it’s alright, because your pussy always spoke louder than your useless words.

anakin’s other hand grips the shifter, his knuckles white as he pulls it into reverse, his gaze finally breaking away from you to check the mirrors. his actions dual; driving the car while driving you mad, and it was an easy combination to him. probably it became a skill after all the other times he fingered you in that passenger seat, making you cum more than one time in less than six miles.

and even as he pulls out of the parking spot, he keeps his eyes on the task while his body did not—his driving smooth and practiced, while his fingers softly toy with you.

"quiet now, angel." he murmurs, licking his lips in what seems a concentrated—yet unbothered—expression. “don’t wanna be pulled over by cops while i milk my fingers, right?”

the car backs out from the parking lot and, as he finds the way to the road home, the vibrations of the moving vehicle add an entirely new layer to the torture you are already being put under. your doe eyes look like more interested in the movements of his fingertips rather than the road ahead, and your hole clutches around nothing.

and then, anakin found your clit even through all those layers of fabric, pushing a full-on moan out of your lungs. how the hell does he manage that? every fucking time?

“b-babe…please—” you grit out while your body heat increases more and more, and your soaked panties practically damp the sweater too.

"hey. told ya, quiet.” anakin commands again, this time way sterner than before. “if you can stay silent and good, maybe—maybe—you’ll get the reward you’re dripping for. but make even a little noise, and i’ll leave you wantin’ and aching all the damn way back."

his hand presses a little harder before pulling away completely, making you tremble at the loss, before it reaches for the gear shift to help drive on the dark street. "so…let’s see how good my little princess can really be, hm?"

your lover could feel the stickiness on his fingertips, highlighting his hunger. god, he could still taste the sweetness of your pussy from the previous night, and the scent of your arousal is the car made his pupils dilate. but there’s nothing more easy for anakin than to have self control when it comes to teasing you. so he stays in his seat, driving carelessly, as if his index and middle didn’t just turn you into a heated whore.

but tonight, you are having none of it. who does he think he is? making fun of you like that? after you had one of the most stressful days of the week at work, and even told him? hell the fuck no. just like he started, he was gonna make you finish.

“mmhm! no!” you huff out, your hands clutching the excessively long sleeves of your sweater before smacking right onto your thighs in frustration. “p-put it back there!” the pout on your face mixes with what seems a frown—this was a stance that you never dared to take before, but that now came automatically at his carefree demeanor and actions.

“now.”

whiny brat.

at your defiance, anakin’s sharp jaw clenches tightly and almost immediately. a surge of possessiveness tightens around his heart like a vice, the call to put you back in your damn place taking over any restraint he had been putting onto his own emotions. that sudden insistence in your voice makes him laugh dryly, simply not to reach out and pull your hair like you fucking deserved.

"ahhh, what did i say about zipping it?" his voice is a lethal purr, and his eyes, blue like shards of ice, caught yours in the review mirror. "seems someone’s already beggin’ for punishment." and as he continues to navigate the deserted streets, the silence of the night around you feels almost like an accomplice to whatever was about to happen inside that poor range rover.

but still, you don’t relent, staring right back into his eyes as your lids turn into two thin lines. “i’m not.” you respond, fists tightening even more with rage.

anakin drums his fingers on the steering wheel, the rhythmic tapping sending a message of impatience as he considers your outburst with a sickening silence. with a quick glance to ensure the road is empty, he slows the car, almost to a crawl. the sudden braking gets you to jerk forward, but thankfully the seatbelt prevents you from hitting your head. it makes you yelp, though, and your eyes squeeze.

"you want it there, right? is that how you ask for something, you snappy brat?” he almost barks at you, noticing how your expression is a mixture of defiance and surprise before snapping his eyes fully back towards the road.

and then, anakin reaches over with a masterful slowness, allowing the back of his knuckles to graze across the swell of your breast through the sweater, then down your stomach, before hovering just millimeters away from your needy, aching pussy. “touch this?” the scent emanating from there is still so strong, the window couldn't air it out.

“y-yeah…” you gulp, following the path of his hand with your trembling eyes, while thinking that your little tantrum did the thing. but the next words he speaks get that smug and aroused expression off of your face just as quickly as it came.

"want me to touch your pathetic cunt? funny. you break the rules, sweet girl, you get nothin'." his voice is firm yet threaded with a dark desire. "you keep being this disobedient...hmmph, i might just have to spank that pretty ass of yours until you remember who's in charge here.” then, just as abruptly, he shifts his hand away, up to the damn shift again.

now, you think twice before humming a lament. last time he slapped your ass, you were barely able to sit.

"but if you’re good—and i mean real good—you’ll get what's coming to you. i’ll fuck your worthless hole until you're screamin', breed you until you can't think...all those dirty things you like."

“i-i’m not being—” but you don’t even manage to finish your phrase as anakin makes a hard turn, taking the rover to a more secluded area—a field just by the street, apparently empty. your nails claw at each side of your seat, trying to keep you steady, and that belt helps you once again.

he told you to be fucking quiet, why you still speaking?

the headlights illuminated the open space as he pulls over, then switches off the engine, and turns in his seat to face you properly. "fucking crybaby." anakin sneered, glaring your startled body up and down. "listen up. you've got one chance to show me how good you can be for daddy. are you gonna take it, or do i have to remind you just how hard i can make that little pussy beg for me?"

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[antxlss]

roadtrip VI

pairing: anakin x reader (modern au)

summary: after your encounter with anakin at the party, you give up your grudge against anakin and give into your temptations.

warnings: SMUT, loss of virginity, no specified form of protection (i don’t condone this irl, duh), small size kink.

words: 1.8k

a/n: guys I know this took forever, but I wanted my first smut fic to be good. this will be the last part to this series, I have enjoyed writing this so, so much. please give me feedback, i love hearing from everyone! ~Max <3

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part V

After your encounter, Anakin quickly dragged you out of the party and into his truck. He only had one drink, so he was in good condition to drive.

The whole way back to your beach house was silent. Anakin's hand rested on your upper thigh. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife. You both couldn't wait to get to the house and tear each other's clothes off, just like you had pined to do for so long.

Once you enter your beach house, you quickly lock the door behind you both.

Anakin takes the lead and pushes you against the wall, as he begins to kiss you aggressively.

He puts his hands all over your body, as you press yourself up against him.

You feel his tongue pressing against yours as the two of you continue to kiss in the living room.

You kiss until you both fall to the ground, as Anakin rips off your shirt while you try to take off his.

You can feel your breath getting heavier as you unintentionally buck your hips into his hard on.

Anakin groans in your ear. "You have no idea what you do to me."

He grinds down on your core and you let out a soft moan.

"Fuck you sound beautiful." He mumbles into your neck.

Anakin suddenly grabs your waist and throws you over his shoulder. "Need to taste you."

You gasp as Anakin walks to the bedroom and gently tosses you in the bed.

Your back hits the soft mattress and Anakin is immediately on top of you.

You begin to feel anxious, as you stare up at him. You don't want to move and you feel completely vulnerable right now.

"I need you." Anakin whispers to you, as he pulls you close to him.

"I've waited so long for this moment and now we're finally here. Are you sure you want this?"

The few cups of beer you had had that night were worn off, so you knew it wasn't the alcohol. Maybe it was the pure desire built up over the 17 years you'd known him. You wanted Anakin more than you could put into words.

You wanted to indulge in the fantasies your father and his mother had always talked about. Getting married, having kids, growing old together. You wanted him. Every. Single. Inch.

"I've never been more sure."

That's all it took for Anakin to slam his lips back onto yours.

You feel the heat of your lust fill your whole body, as Anakin begins to kiss you again.

You feel Anakin's body on top of you, as he slowly slides down your body with his kisses.

Your moans become louder with each second of his lips touching you.

"Oh my god... Anakin." You speak with your voice cracking.

You close your eyes again and you feel Anakin's hand start to slide down your body.

You try to fight the urge to move, as Anakin continues to kiss your neck and shoulders, making his way further down.

He's now eye level with your core. His hands reach the waist band of your pants and he slides your pants down your legs slowly while keeping eye contact with you.

You're left in your underwear and bra. Vulnerable to Anakin. But you feel safe, even though you've never done this before.

Your hands begin to shake, as Anakin stops to look up at you. You feel the tension build as you both stare at each other.

The thought of Anakin seeing you completely naked fills you with both lust and anxiety.

Anakin smiles at you in a smug and teasing way, as his hand runs over your chest.

He speaks to you again. "You look so innocent, but I know how badly you want it."

You just moan in response.

Anakin swiftly unhooks your bra and discards it to the side. Your nipples immediately harden at the sudden cold air.

Anakin lowers his head to your chest and begins to kitten lick your nipples. You hiss at the unfamiliar feeling.

Anakin looks you in the eyes. His hand slides over your legs and he begins to slowly rub as you begin to moan and writhe under him.

He keeps his eye contact with you as he slides down to where his mouth is hovering over your clothed heat.

His hands make their way from your waist down to your hips and he catches your underwear and slides them down your legs and throws them in the floor.

You watch in awe as he grabs your thighs and forces them open looking straight at your glistening cunt.

"Fuck, you're so wet. Is that for me baby?" Anakin mumbles.

You buck your hips up desperately wanting the heat of his mouth on you. You moan in response to his question hoping that will satisfy him.

"I need words Y/N." He bites the inside of your thigh.

You yelp. "Fuck! Yes, all for you Ani."

"That's what I thought." He placed a gentle kiss to your clit.

"I know you e never done this before honey, so I'll be gentle. Tonight is all about you."

Anakin dives down down into your middle and licks a wet strip right through your folds. You shudder at the feeling and grip his dirty blond curls.

Anakin speeds up his licks to the point where he is lapping up all your juices. Your hips were bucking and thrashing into his face.

Anakin tightens his grip on your thighs and holds your hips to the bed. "Gotta stay still f'me pretty girl."

Anakin dives back down and continues his unrelenting pace. He is tongue fucking you at this point as you writhe against the restraints of his arms. Moans where constantly dripping from your lips as you reached your high. You felt the familiar burning sensation build in your lower stomach.

Anakin pulls his head back and your eyes widen at the sudden loss of touch. Before you knew it Anakin was spitting a glob of saliva on your already sticky cunt.

That pushed you over the edge.

As soon as his mouth made contact with your skin again, you felt the warmth spread through your body. Whimpers and pants were steadily coming out of your mouth while Anakin's mouth gently worked you down from your high.

Anakin pulled back. He was panting. His bare chest rising up and falling down. The lower half of his face was glistening with your release. You could've orgasmed again at the sight.

"You okay baby?" Anakin asked breathlessly while rubbing his big, calloused hands up and down my thighs, trying to soothe their trembling.

"More than okay." You whisper.

Sure you have orgasmed before, but it was only by your own hand. That was like something you had never felt before. You wanted more.

"Need you inside me." You whine.

"Are you sure you can take it?" He asks with a cocky smirk.

"You're such a prick." You smirk back

Anakin chuckles in return and begins to pull his pants down his legs to reveal his black boxer briefs. You could see his dick straining against the fabric. You could already tell he was big. He discarded his pants an ripped his boxers down to free his hardened cock. It sprung out and his hand flew to it so he could gently pump up and down his shaft, spreading the precum around to lubricate himself.

He was big.

You'd never had sex before, so you didn't know how this really worked. You weren't even sure it would fit.

Anakin could see the concern on your face. "Don't worry honey, we'll take it slow."

"Will it hurt?" You whimpered.

"It's gonna sting a little, but nothing my good girl can't handle, right?" He reassures you while repositioning himself over you.

You nod your head as you feel the tip of his cock graze over your folds. You shutter at the feeling. You are nervous but you just want more.

Anakin lines himself up and leans down to your ear. "You ready?"

"Mmhm."

With your assurance he slowly pushes himself in. Just as he said, you felt a small stinging sensation as your walls stretched over his cock. Your eyes watered and you whimpered and whined. Your hands wrapped around to Anakin's bare shoulder and gripped on tight as he bottomed out.

"You're doing so good sweetheart, just gonna stay still for a bit and let you adjust." Anakin praise.

"You're so big Ani." You cry in his ear.

You feel his cock twitch at your words and you let out a small moan in response.

After a minute or two of Anakin embracing you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear while you get used to his size, you were finally ready for him to move.

"You can move now."

You feel Anakin's weight shift above you. He lets out a small grunt as a sign that he's gonna start moving. Anakin begins to thrust forward and back in long strong strokes. Your legs tighten around his waist.

"Talk to me baby, tell me how I make you feel with my big cock." Anakin demands.

"Feels... fuck. Mmm... so good Ani." You barely breath out.

You could hardly think, much less talk with Anakin thrusting into you. This was much different than you thought it would feel like. Your mind was fogged with the mixture of pleasure and pain. You were letting our unintentional noises you didn't even know you could make. But you were loving every second of it.

As Anakin gets a rhythm going, your eyes lock, and you can't take your eyes off of each other. You begin to breathe heavy and your moans get louder. Anakin leans down and you begin to lock lips once again. His strong arms wrapped around your body and his long legs firmly dug into the bed.

"Yes! Yes!" You cried out, the pleasure and pain becoming more defined with every moment.

Your legs trembled from the overwhelming sensations as your fingers gripped his fluffy, disheveled hair.

You feel Anakin's arms wrap around you tightly and his kisses become more desperate and his thrusts become sloppy.

Your eyes widen as a wave of euphoria hits over you. Your legs become weak and your body starts to tremble.

"Fuck... 'm cumming!" Is all you could whimper out.

Anakin continues thrusting until you feel his cock twitch and feel a deep groan con from his throat. You feel the warmth of his release spread through you, then he collapses on top of you.

He lies down and nuzzles your neck. He seems tired. He wraps his arms around you and breathes deeply to slow his own breathing.

"You're so good, baby." He murmurs into your neck. "You felt so good."

He kisses your neck and shoulders as he settles in close for a cuddle.

"You're mine, I'm never letting you go." Anakin whispers. "No one else can have you, only me."

He holds you close to him and runs his fingers through your hair. "Mine, mine, mine."

You tangle your limbs with his and drift off to his sweet assurances.

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[yourneighborhoodporg]

The Guardian

Chapter 1: The Accident

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Warnings: trials of war (general suffering), sleep deprivation, crash landing, light injury, abandonment (if you squint), angst, fluff, humor, trio banter

Summary: As the Clone Wars officially commence, General Kenobi begins to suffer the consequences of burning the candle at both ends with back-to-back responsibilities constantly at his heels. When the council makes a concerning announcement in the middle of a mission, Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ashoka are forced to drop everything and travel to Coruscant. Fate, however, has other plans— you.

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Only the dead have seen the end of war — Plato

Obi-Wan Kenobi was…displeased.

The General’s arms remained loosely folded across his chest as he leaned back into the passenger’s seat. The robes being used as makeshift blankets shifted in response. He tried to calm himself with a deep breath as the next round of turbulence threatened to rip the shuttle apart, but Obi-Wan couldn’t ignore the slight prickle of his auburn beard when the skin underneath grew more sensitive from anxiety. A sigh escaped his lips. He rested his eyelids, head falling back. The aching Jedi thought back to only a few days before. Obi-Wan and Master Yoda finally recovered Anakin and the new Togruta Padawan on Tatooine after the two successfully returned Jabba’s son Rotta. The Separatist kidnapping plot was a failure.

He remembers finding it odd back on Tatooine, as he waited on the transport for Yoda’s arrival, that the Grand Master found it necessary to personally accompany him and a number of clones on the assault transport tasked with retrieving the duo. His head heavy with sleep was easily distracted by the implications of Yoda’s presence. So much so, that the native Coruscanti failed to notice a certain, nearly 900-year-old Jedi’s arrival. As a wise Master Jedi often does, Yoda sensed Kenobi’s confusion the moment his feet met with the transport floor. He eyed the younger Jedi for a moment until their gazes suddenly met. Kenobi respectfully clasped his hands behind him, nodding at his arrival.

"A new mission, you and Anakin have.” Master Yoda signaled the transport pilot to take off with the motion of a hand as he turned to scan the hilly sand dunes. Obi-Wan matched his stare, wondering if there was something out there; some wisdom the older Jedi gleaned from the three moons in the distance.

Kenobi raised each eyebrow in intrigue as he glanced down at the shorter man, ignoring how the sand around the transport billowed from its ascent. “Oh? What does this mission entail?”

Yoda’s eyes remained locked on the landscape, back facing him. “Explain, I will. Collect Anakin and his young padawan first, we must”

The trip from The Negotiator to Jabba’s palace was quiet, but short. Kenobi was interested in seeing if Anakin and his new Padawan resolved differences so clearly displayed on Christophsis. Despite Anakin’s well-known stubbornness, he had hope. From what little he saw, Ahsoka seemed to have that bright, fiery personality needed to challenge Anakin’s own. His musings were soon answered as the transport neared the palace. Even from hundreds of feet away, it was clear to Obi-Wan that Anakin and Ahsoka seemed to have reconciled, with bright smiles that stood in stark contrast against Tatooine’s muted, emotionless environment. He was pleasantly surprised to sense the first drops of respect between the two, like fresh rainwater after millennia of drought.

As the transport began its landing protocols, Obi-Wan closed his eyes to rest his mind. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. The bearded Jedi felt an air of… perception in the force. Likely Yoda’s wise prediction of this outcome from the start. Master Yoda always had a profound understanding of Jedi connections— which Master-Padawan assignments would work best, which younglins were friends and foes, and, most recently, which Jedis could collaborate in addressing the intricacies of politics, and the horrors of war.

The transport displaced the swirling sand below as they made their final descent. Obi-Wan glanced at Master Yoda when the transport touched down and settled. As if on cue, Master Yoda stepped onto the hot sand and moved toward the duo. While Obi-Wan followed and neared Anakin and Ahsoka, the strength of their connection became increasingly perceptible, challenging Kenobi’s composure to keep a neutral face. He was pleased.

Yoda glanced between Master and Padawan. “A new mission, you are needed on. Rejoin your battalions and travel to Naboo, you must”

As the four boarded the transport and headed back to Kenobi’s ship, Master Yoda informed the trio that the 212th and 501st had been called to Naboo to collect vital medical supplies for a planetoid in the Outer Rim, known as Polis Massa. Their main medical facility, aiding in the treatment and sanctuary of war victims, was experiencing a concerning depletion of medications, bacta patches, and other stock. The sudden arrival of a large planetary entourage of refugees has disrupted their timeline of available reserves from months to merely a week. After a general representative shared these concerns with the Senate days prior, Naboo Senator Padme Amidala graciously offered a large donation of medical supplies to keep the facility functional and the refugees safe. The Jedi were tasked with the transport, and due to the scale of the cargo, two warships were needed.

Obi-Wan’s mind jumped to his recent experience on the young senator’s vibrantly lush and florid planet. He remembers how The Negotiator and The Resolute’s arrival on Naboo was met with noticeable excitement. It began while discussing offloading logistics with the lead Commander.

“General,” Commander Cody glanced back down at the datapad in hand. “This manifest won’t make that timeline possible. Even if we assign every available trooper, it will take at least a week to fully load the cargo. Most of the crates with medication or medical devices are too delicate for the average loadlifter. And many of our troops aren’t trained in handling this type of equipment.”

General Kenobi sighed, gently stroking his chin in contemplation. At the time, the situation certainly posed an unfortunate fate for the refugees who were desperately waiting for these supplies. The issue was not new. The General, Commander, and other troop leaders had spent the entire journey from Tattoine to Naboo attempting to solve this very problem. Having had mere hours of sleep in the last few days, the General had difficulty allowing his mind to reach out to the force for any new ideas to aid in the formulation of a plan. The slight, sharp pounding in his right temple returned, an unfortunate, reoccurring experience that began when he boarded The Negotiator on Tatooine.

Suddenly, as if the Maker himself heard his doubts, Kenobi registered the click and persistent whirring of an opening cargo bay door. What piqued his interest and encouraged Kenobi to turn and assess the situation, however, was the sudden cacophony of loud commands, conversations, and footsteps behind him. Both General and Commander pivoted toward the scene, Cody lowering his datapad in distraction as Kenobi rested his hands on his hips in surprise. There were what looked like thousands of dockworkers as far as the eye could see, all in various states of loading The Negotiator with the medical supply crates. It was not a far-reach to assume that Anakin’s warship was receiving similar assistance. Kenobi shook his head, nearly kicking himself for ever doubting the efficiency of a mission involving Naboo.

“That’s some Senator, huh?” Commander Cody relayed as he gawked at the extra manpower, likely arranged by Padmé herself.

Kenobi smiled at the site. “Your eyes do not deceive you.” Cody called out to a few clones and motioned them to follow as he approached the crowd of dockworkers, orders at the ready.

With the generous assistance of Naboo’s finest citizens, a lot of commands from the confident Commander, and a weary General helping where he could, the starships were fully loaded and cleared for departure in less than a day, much to the bewilderment of Commander Cody. He made sure to remind the General as they made the final cargo checks that even though the pickup on Naboo was exceedingly fast, the offloading process would certainly take a week with Polis Massa’s lack of cargo staff. This, Kenobi could accept. At least with all the cargo already on the planet, the facility could coordinate with the Commander so to prioritize which supplies were offloaded first. The most desperate patients would have what they need in time.

The journey from Naboo to Polis Massa allowed General Kenobi to carry out a new set of duties. These were the first moments in the last few weeks in which he was finally free to file his reports. That meant many meetings, many questions, and writing every small detail down.

War between the Republic and the Separatists rarely left time for moments of respite, and the General was beginning to feel the effects deep in his bones. Occasionally, the head pounding returned. But what truly concerned Kenobi was how the lack of sleep began to play tricks on his mind. Formulating complex thoughts almost felt like drowning, and his mind seemed more easily swayed to the past. Kenobi remembers how this experience pressured him to finally concede— this last report would need to be followed by rest.

As the warships approached the asteroid field and the General completed the finishing touches to his final report, Kenobi received an urgent meeting request from Master Windu with the notation ‘sensitive.’ He remembers entering the empty war room, taking a deep breath from the exhaustion slowly creeping across his shoulders, and accepting the call on his Holopad. The blue, semi-transparent holograph of Mace Windu appeared before him. Only as his figure’s bright blue shine emanated a strong glow into the room did Kenobi realize he’d forgotten to turn on the lights.

“Master Kenobi, a pleasure, as always.”

“Master Windu.” Kenobi greeted.

He paused for a moment, just a moment, but it was long enough to indicate how long the last few days had truly been.

“I hope you’re getting some rest after the events of Christophsis and Tatooine.”

“As much as is possible, Master. The 212th and 501st have been called to deliver vital medical supplies from Naboo to Polis Massa.”

“I am aware. It may settle your mind to know that your time in the Outer Rim will be coming to a close shortly. All active-duty Jedi have been temporarily recalled to The Temple.”

Kenobi immediately grew concerned, especially when he noticed how the elder Master’s eyebrows creased ever so slightly. He frowned. “Master, may I ask what influenced this decision?”

“We will discuss it once you and Anakin arrive in the next few days. Please continue your mission to Polis Massa. The Council requests that once you arrive, you and Anakin arrange for transport back to Coruscant. Your battalions can unload the cargo themselves.”

Kenobi nodded. “Understood.” Once more, he paused. This time unsure if it was fatigue or apprehension. “Should I be concerned?”

This time, Windu embraced the silence, only offering the General a challenging stare.

“Please inform Anakin of this development. We will see you soon, Master.”

With that, Master Windu ended the communication, plunging Obi-Wan back into the darkness. As he remained in that dim, quiet war room, the General was left with a new, deep weight on his chest.

The General rubbed his face with a hand. Rest. He needed rest. Obi-Wan allowed his mind to briefly concentrate on his commitment— he would sleep as soon as the report was finished. It would only take a few more moments, he reassured himself. Then, the General would finally get some much-needed shuteye.

Kenobi relaxed. He was moments away from returning to the datapad when his mind wandered once more. He thought back to his conversation with Master Windu. This type of request from The Council and its level of urgency was unprecedented since the Separatist conflict began. It was difficult not to theorize about the severity of any event that would require the recall of thousands of Jedi. And it was moments like these where he would ask himself what Master Qui-Gon would do.

Obi-Wan tossed those thoughts to the back of his mind, shaking himself out of his stupor. These mild anxieties would disappear as soon as he rested his body, he knew that. And he was certainly looking forward to it. But first, Anakin.

He remembers how Anakin answered his Holopad request faster than expected. It wasn’t that Anakin was ever derelict in his duties, but he sometimes struggled with communication. Admittedly, it was usually because the man was too busy engaging in another risky, dangerous, or outright insane course of action.

However, this time, he answered. And no number of streaky lines in the holograph could hide the smirk spread across his face when his eyes met Obi-Wan’s.

“Miss me already, Master?” He crossed his arms while addressing his former Master. His longer hair shifted and head tilted slightly to the side.

Kenobi shook his head. “Hardly, The Council has called for all Jedi to return to Coruscant, including you and I.”

Anakin scrunched his nose as if a rancid plume of spoiled Giji stew entered his nostrils. “What for?”

“Unknown, but we are to arrange for transport back to Coruscant once we arrive on Polis Massa.”

Anakin nodded. “Got it.” Once more, he grinned. “Don’t worry, Master, I’ll find us a shuttle that will get us back in no time.”

Anakin ended the transmission, once more freeing the darkness to engulf Obi-Wan. His eyelids drooped. It took every strength not to immediately collapse to the floor and sleep. Just as he began to weigh the pros and cons of such an action, there was a sudden knock at the door.

“Yes, come in.”

Commander Cody entered, seeming somewhat out of breath. “General.” He breathed in once more, slowly and deeply. “Apologies,” he exhaled. Kenobi sensed threads of guilt from his person. “I’ve come to tell you that we’ve arrived at Polis Massa.”

The General smiled. “Thank you. I will be there in a moment.” As the Commander exited, Kenobi turned away from the door and back toward the black depths of the room. He sighed.

Another violent shake of the ship’s hull yanked Obi-Wan out of the past. Eyes shooting open only to rest in crinkled annoyance as he side-eyed Anakin in the pilot’s seat.

“Anakin, if I had known that you’d choose a shuttle barely cleared for travel, I would have made my own arrangements.”

Anakin huffed as he negotiated with the Emissary-class shuttle’s controls. “This wasn’t my first choice either, Master.”

Another loud rumble reverberated throughout the cabin. “I thought you were one of the better pilots in the Jedi order?” Ahsoka’s irritation poured from the backseat and flowed around the senses of the two senior Jedi. Obi-Wan stifled a laugh as Anakin’s frown deepened. His grip tightened around the throttle.

“There was no way for me to know that the only available ship capable of galactic travel on that planet was decommissioned hundreds of years ago.” He groaned. “They don’t even make parts for this piece of junk anymore!”

“You call this capable?”

“Snips…”

Despite losing any hope of sleep with the stress of traveling in a rusted space bucket, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but playfully add to Ahsoka’s antagonizations.

“She has a point, Anakin.” He motioned at the hull. “For someone who boasts about their engineering talents, I would have thought that this trip would be smoother.”

Obi-Wan and Ahsoka were sure that if they’d looked over at the frustrated pilot, they’d have seen steam blasting out of each red-tinted ear framing Anakin’s flushed face. Without any retort, he let out a defeated huff and refocused on navigating the trio out of the Outer Rim.

Ahsoka snickered as Kenobi used this cue to once more lean back and close his eyes. But despite how much his body ached for rest, his mind wandered to The Council once more.

Then, there was an explosion.

Obi-Wan was shocked into consciousness. He sat up quickly, knocking off some of the robe blankets. Alarms blared and red lights flashed. “What happened?!”

“Something hit the ship. Sublight engines are damaged.” Anakin began to frantically negotiate with the shuttle’s controls, looking increasingly concerned as he continued. “Whatever it was, I have no control over them anymore.”

“Can you fix them?!” Ahsoka yelled out, trying to be heard over the commotion.

“Working… on… it,” Anakin gritted. But despite each new attempt, the shuttle continued to hurtle in a dangerous direction.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan warned. “You’re taking us directly toward the gravitational field of that planet.”

“I know!” Anakin yelled. He continued to fight with the controls. Eventually, he jumped up and stumbled over to a viewing window, hoping to catch a glimpse of the damage from the side.

He sighed, still examining the engines. “Well, whatever it was, it’s permanently changed the direction of the engines.” He glanced back at Obi-Wan and Ahsoka with a look of dismay. “I can’t fix them. We’re going to crash.”

“Do you always crash the ships you pilot?!” Ahsoka exclaimed as she began to brace herself for the planet’s gravitational pull.

Anakin ignored her. He returned to the controls in hopes of making their crash landing as soft as possible.

Obi-Wan crossed his arms and sighed as he felt the new root of a gray hair form. “Always a joy flying with you, Anakin.”

The deafening noise of the croaking hull reached an all-time high as they entered the atmosphere. The three passengers began to sweat, the heat of their reentry taking its toll. As they passed the planet’s cloud layer, the craft’s violent shaking achieved its peak.

If Anakin gripped the clutch with any more strength, it would’ve surely splintered. His teeth clenched and eyes remained alert as he mumbled his internal calculations out loud, a slight pause in between each one.

“700 meters, 600 meters, 500 meters…”

As they rapidly neared the planet’s icy surface, Anakin yanked the controls toward himself and down. What remained of the engines wined out a high-pitched drone as the shuttle struggled to level out with the planet’s surface.

“400 meters, 300 meters, 200 meters…”

Ashoka looked away, nails digging into her seat as Kenobi tried to blanket the three of them with a protective force barrier.

“100 meters… brace yourselves!”

The engines’ wine accelerated in intensity and volume as the craft’s belly made contact with a snowy bank.

The impact’s shock finally gave General Kenobi the longest rest he’s had in days.

—

The soft heat of the Tauntaun’s fur warmed your fingers with each stroke as you plunged your hands across her muscular chest. She huffed in contentment, hot steam shooting from her nostrils into the subfreezing air, and across your face. The sensation tickled your cheeks. A giggle bubbled up from your stomach as you rested a cheek against her warm frame. You briefly think back to when you were both young. You absolutely could not stand her smell when you first met her, but companionship has its way of encouraging two beings to attune to each other.

Moments like these in the desolate, icy graveyard of Hoth always helped you recharge after hours-long scavenging trips. You turned and took a few steps away from your steed to look out at the horizon, readjusting the sack of lichen that hung across your shoulder. You knew that you needed to start heading back to the shelter. The trip would take an hour, and night was beginning to creep across the horizon. What’s more, the edges of your boots were beginning to dampen from hours in the snow. At least you had your thick Wampa cape, which encased your body in warmth.

Another huff, this time disgruntled, sounded behind you.

You turned to the beast with a smile. “Oh Meetra,” you sighed. “I’m tired too. We’ll head back soon.” You reached up and scratched behind her ears. The Tauntaun relaxed as the tension in her muscles began to release.

Suddenly, a deafening boom sounded from above and behind you. You flinched, your body shocked out of Hoth’s calm surroundings. Meetra, equally startled, tried to pull and sprint away, but you grabbed the reigns tightly, keeping her calm. You spun around, eyes glued to the sky as a mechanical moan emanated from the atmosphere, its source still invisible in the blue sky. But in an instant, a gray, round shape with smoke trailing behind shot through a cloud and barreled toward the planet’s surface. You watched as what looked like a ship tried to level its descent miles away. In the back of your mind, you hoped that your dear friend, who you last saw years ago, was not inside. Within seconds of that thought, the ship made contact with the ground. A blast of sound and burst of snow left in its wake.

As you watched thin trails of smoke begin to billow in the distance, you felt a sudden pang in your heart, and pull to the wreckage. There could be survivors in desperate need of help, you thought. Maybe they needed medicine, or bacta patches. You contemplated the emotions of whoever may have lived through such a brutal incident. Scared, hopeless, confused— you could identify with those sentiments.

But it didn’t take long for the warnings you’ve heard all your life to creep into your mind. If you broke your agreement, you knew you might regret it. Not just for your own sake, but his too.

“Stay safe. No unnecessary risks. I’ll return soon.”

“I promise.”

A grumble escaped your lips. You agreed to stay out of trouble, to wait. But it’s been so long. Years. Nearly a decade, if you followed the stars correctly.

Then again, he knew your nature. He accepted long, long ago that you were too curious for your own good. He probably thought to himself, as he watched you grow, how your kindness, determination, and sympathetic soul were sure to get you into trouble.

You knew yourself, and you knew he was right. But you could not stand idly by and watch. He’d understand.

You turned back and took a few strides toward Meetra before slinging a leg over the Tauntaun’s body and mounting her bare back. You kept a tight hold of the reigns and angled her head toward the crash site.

“Let’s go girl.” You clicked your tongue twice, signaling her to move. “Let’s check it out.”

Meetra vocalized as she took her first stride forward. Her feet crunched the freshly dusted snow, stamping large tracks behind you.

—

Obi-Wan felt cold air blow across his face and ice dust his fingertips long before having the energy to open his eyes. Slowly, but surely, he tested the movement of his toes, knees, and elbows before checking his sight. Obi-Wan groaned, rubbing his face before assessing one eyelid at a time. Blinding sunrays poked through a small hole in the viewport, lightly burning his eyes. A groan escaped his throat.

Once his vision readjusted, Obi-Wan was able to glance around the cabin. The shuttle was delicately balanced on its right side, gravity attempting to pull them down to the shuttle’s edge. The hull creaked and moaned as snow continued to escape through the viewport hole, adding to the light blanket of ice around the trio. Obi-Wan turned to his left and saw that much like himself, Ahsoka and Anakin were thankfully not thrown from their seats, likely due to the elder Jedi’s last-minute force shield around them. Their arms and legs hung toward him, following gravity’s pull. As he examined the two more closely, Obi-Wan could tell that Ahsoka had regained consciousness only moments ago. Anakin seemed to be in the throes of coming around, his head bobbing side-to-side in discomfort.

“Is everyone alright?” Obi-Wan cleared his throat after his voice cracked.

“I think so,” Ahsoka responded. She began to rub her montrals as if responding to a migraine.

“Here.” Obi-Wan tossed her one of the robes that had fallen to the ground. “It will be colder once we exit.” Ashoka silently thanked him as she slipped it on.

“That wasn’t too bad.” Anakin was suddenly wide awake, an air of contentment emanating from his force signature. Obi-Wan rolled his eyes as he tossed him another robe, this time without warning. Anakin caught it easily despite the distraction from patting himself on the back for his personal definition of an easy landing.

Ahsoka’s eyes narrowed. “What would have been good was not crashing in the first place.”

Clearly, the young Padawan was equally in deep need of real respite like the rest of them, Obi-Wan thought. As their conversation continued, he finally found the energy to stand, taking this moment to observe the hull.

“Well too bad, Snips.” Anakin retorted as he shrugged on the thick cloak. “We’re already here.”

Obi-Wan sighed as he assessed the damage. “Is it repairable?”

“Honestly? I’m not sure.” Anakin stood and hiked up to the shuttle’s exit, using the force as support against the gravity actively pulling him down. The mechanical creaks and cracks heightened with new movement. Ahsoka grabbed her armrest and jumped over it toward the door. Obi-Wan took a few wide strides to follow. Once the three reached the wall that was now the ceiling, Anakin opened the door with a click and whoosh.

The cold bite of an air blast attacked their faces and pockets of exposed skin. Anakin shielded his eyes from sudden bright light and surveyed his surroundings. His former Master and Padawan peered out from either side of him. The trio stood there for only a moment, staring out at miles upon miles of empty terrain, ice, and snow banks.

Anakin jumped out, gently landing on the surface ten free below. Obi-Wan and Ahsoka swiftly followed with equal elegance. As Anakin made his way toward the engines to assess the damage, Obi-Wan used the moment to scan their surroundings further. The sound of Anakin ripping off panels and testing the shuttle’s internal mechanisms echoed off the naked ice patches dotted around them.

He closed his eyes, reaching out cautiously with his mind to feel the area’s energy. There were clusters of forces, small and animal-like, scattered miles away, with one group especially concentrated in a cave, the entrance of which Obi-Wan spotted a few miles West. He relaxed, feeling comfortable enough to deepen his connection with his surroundings.

Obi-Wan’s head tilted and eyebrow raised when he felt particularly strange activity to the South. There was an extremely weak force signature, almost like a dying creature. But it didn’t feel like the sensation of a semi-sentient being. There was depth, conflict in the shaky signal.

He huffed, eyebrows creasing as he attempted to dig his heels deeper into the fleeting feeling. But just as he was getting a better grip, the life force disappeared. Maybe it truly was just a small animal, meeting their Maker.

Obi-Wan opened his eyes. The bright light reflected off the snow and into his retinas.

He knew which planet they had crash-landed on. It shared its name with this system. Nevertheless, he enjoyed using these unexpected moments as a learning opportunity.

“Do you know what planet we’re on?” He said as he turned to look at the young Togruta.

Ahsoka pondered his inquiry. She observed the region, surveying the planet before looking down at the sleet encapsulating her feet. She lightly kicked some snow as she formulated her thoughts.

“Hoth, right?” She questioned.

Obi-Wan smiled. “Very good.” He turned back to the distant ice cave, hoping to get a better sense of the creatures within. It was possible that they might emerge to investigate the excitement of their crash landing. The boom was likely heard from miles away.

“I remember reading about the Skell beings on this planet.” Ahsoka mused. “They refused to choose a side during the old civil war. Instead, they attacked everyone within moments of seeing them.” Her voice stuttered as she finished. The cold was beginning to affect her.

Obi-Wan was pleasantly surprised. “I’m impressed by your knowledge, Ahsoka.” He made sure to raise his voice a little. “Clearly, you took your studies more seriously than Anakin.”

“I can still hear you!” Anakin yelled from behind the engines and he stood up, followed by a sharp clang. “Ow!”

“It looks like you could use a hand.”

Obi-Wan whirled around at the sound of a new voice as Ahsoka followed suit. His eyes met a figure with y/h/c hair and piercing silver eyes that glimmered in the sunlight. The figure sat atop a large, furry beast with two horns framing its round snout. A sizable white furred drape wrapped around their torso and hid their legs.

“Hello there.” Obi-Wan greeted.

Hearing all the commotion, Anakin peaked around the back of the shuttle, rubbing the back of his head in defeat. Curiosity paused his assessment, pushing him to join the others.

The beast huffed and lightly stomped its feet at the presence of strangers. The stranger hushed the animal, stroking its neck to calm it before throwing a leg across its back and demounting.

“I saw your ship crash a few miles back.” They explained as they took a few strides forward. “You should know that recreational hunting on this planet is illegal.”

“We’re not hunters...” Ahsoka clarified.

“Just travelers who lost their way.” Obi-Wan cut in. The young Padawan has yet to learn that these days, strangers fear the Jedi in the Outer Rim. Best to remain anonymous.

—

“Well, you better find shelter soon.” You advised. “The surface temperatures drop too low for non-indigenous beings to survive after sundown.” Everyone seemed alive and healthy when you arrived, you thought. You sensed that the trio before you was more than capable of handling their own affairs from this point forward, so you turned and walked back toward Meetra, satisfied with your investigation.

“Do you live nearby?” The older, bearded man quickly asked. You paused. You knew you shouldn’t indulge the questions of strangers, but curiosity got the best of you. You spun to face the man. He took a few steps toward you. “Is there a village somewhere? We have yet to find signs of civilization.”

Your friend’s voice echoed in the back of your mind.

“Stay safe. No unnecessary risks.”

You took a step back.

The older man paused mid-step as he analyzed your features. He silently apologized by gently lowering his foot back beside the other. The man smiled, likely hoping to make you more comfortable.

“No village.” You paused, internally sighing. You wondered whether you would regret this decision, despite knowing deep in your bones that it was the right thing to do. To help them. To guide them toward survival on this planetoid death trap.

But then your mind pulls you back to your promise. A promise you intended to keep. Still, you had thrown away any semblance of cautiousness hours ago when you first decided to explore the wreckage, you reasoned.

You eyed the hunk of metal once more. It certainly was beaten up. But despite the many dents, holes, and obviously mangled engines, the fact that it wasn’t a pile of parts was simply a miracle.

“I’m surprised your ship suffered such little damage.” You exclaimed, glancing back at the trio. “I wasn’t expecting to find a ship at all with your reentry.” As you finished, you noticed the younger man’s frown at that comment.

The bearded gentleman smiled. “We were very lucky.”

The whistling of chilly wind filled the brief silence. It whirled around the four of you, threatening to take all of your cloaks off your very back. They were sure to perish if they remained out here for any longer.

You internally groaned, knowing that you’ve already made your decision. No avoiding it now.

“There’s no village.” You took a deep breath, hardening your face in case this group was not who they said they were. Best to seem somewhat tough. “But you’re welcome to accompany me back to my shelter. There should be room for everyone.”

The bearded man’s eyes brightened at the gesture. “That is very kind of you.” He seemed sincere.

You could see that the young Togruta behind him also relaxed. She seemed to be especially affected by the cold as she lightly shook. The idea of a warm place to rest surely put her mind at ease. The younger man seemed somewhat surprised, but equally content.

You relaxed at their innocent features, and grinned. “It will take a few hours so we better leave now.” You turned again and walked to Meetra’s side before pausing once more. You faced the trio. “I only have one Tauntaun and she can only carry two people at a time. We’ll need to take turns.” You climbed onto your steed.

“Sounds good to me!” The younger man blurted out. He lightly jogged up to the Tauntaun with a relaxed countenance before jumping up and mounting the steed behind you. You could tell that their younger companion was annoyed with their compatriot’s blatant gall. The man glanced over your shoulder. “My name’s Anakin, by the way.” His toothy grin caught the light.

You chuckled, glancing over at the young man. “Nice to meet you.”

“This is Ahsoka.” The bearded man motioned to the young girl. “And I am Obi-Wan.” He placed a hand against his chest.

Their bright spirits lightened your soul. “It’s a pleasure.” You steered Meetra around toward the shelter far behind you. Clicking your tongue, you began the journey.

“So this shelter,” Anakin started. His head returned to hover over your left shoulder. “You don’t happen to have any century-old shuttle parts or schematics…”

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan warned as his march met Meetra’s pace to your right, Ahsoka in tow.

Your bright laughter filled the air as you further relaxed. When you looked back at Anakin you noticed Obi-Wan’s comforting smile out of the corner of your eye. “You know…” you teased. “You may be in luck. Useless centuries-old knowledge is probably all I have.”

Anakin seemed satisfied with your witty retort as he leaned back with a pleased utterance. In your peripheral, you could see Obi-Wan’s interest was piqued by the lift of his eyebrows. He looked out West, into the distance, clearly contemplating your words.

After a moment, his gaze shifted back to the caravan, catching your eye. His features lightened. “I believe I missed your name.” Obi-Wan challenged.

You turned back toward the path ahead and smiled. “Y/n.”

“Hmm.” You glanced back at his vocalization. He stroked his beard while his gaze returned to the West.

“Y/n”

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House of Amateurs- Exclusive Interview with Zena Daren

as the #1 and possibly only anakin x zana stan, i asked @hanasnx if i could write a fic about them. i got full permission to write and post this and aboslutley 100% of the credit goes to indy for the original character(s), the universe, and for this super sexy version of anakin. i tried my hardest to keep the same characterization and i hope i am able to do it justice. please please please check out the krayt house masterlist if you haven't already. all of the fics are so amazing and well written. this fic seriously got away from me. it's 4.8k words of sexual tension and filthy smut. thank you so much indy for allowing me to write this, and i hope you enjoy <<333

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warnings: pornstar!anakin x OC!zena daren, dirty talk, minor roleplay, mentions of porn, vaginal fingering, minor nipple play, minor misogyny, semi-clothed sex, degradation, praise, mirror sex, smoking, minor corruption kink, mention of knife play, minor dry humping, unprotected sex, 18+ minors DNI

Anakin sits across from Zena with his thighs spread and his arms outstretched over the back of his chair, taking up as much room as possible. He's dressed up a bit nicer today than he usually is for these interviews. A loose-fitting grey t-shirt, black cargo pants, and black boots that lace up past his ankle.

Anakin doesn't enjoy doing interviews but it's part of the job, so he tries to have a little fun with it. It may be his own twisted kind of fun, but it entertains him nonetheless. It certainly doesn't hurt when the interviewer is kind on the eyes.

Zena's pretty; she has glasses and wears pencil skirts and blouses that have one too many buttons fastened. She doesn't look like Anakin's typical co-stars who all have filler and eyelash extensions to make their eyes look even prettier when they tear up from choking.

She doesn't act like his co-stars either. They're always all over him, wanting just a shred of attention from the most sought-after male star in the industry. Zena is all business; she's not seeking his praise and she doesn't want to use him as a jumping-off point for her career.

Zena is the kind of art you want to touch, but aren't allowed to. She makes you wonder what lies underneath that buttoned-up collar. She can't be as proper as she seems; everyone has a dirty secret, but as hard as Anakin tries, she won’t let him discover it.

Anakin doesn't like to admit it, but he isn't used to women who don't fall all over themselves to get to him. He likes their banter, it's not something he usually gets to experience. Maybe he's being a little difficult in these interviews, but it's fun to try to make her crack. She's doing the same thing to him, so it's only fair.

"We've talked a lot about your series so far, but I would like to get more insight into your personal life," Zena says, crossing her legs.

Anakin eyes her legs shamelessly, tracing the lines of her calves down to her kitten-heeled shoes. She sits upright, looking very proper compared to Anakin’s lazy posture. His eyes flick back up to hers, finally ready to stop ogling her.

"What about it?" he asks.

"What do you like to do for fun?" Instead of responding to her question, Anakin raises his eyebrows just slightly in a suggestive manner. Zena blinks at him, obviously not accepting what he’s trying to convey as an answer.

"I like to work out," Anakin responds.

Zena hums as she scribbles on her notepad. “That’s not surprising. You clearly put a lot of work into maintaining your physique."

Anakin has a smug expression on his face from the comment. He knows he looks good and he’s told so often, but Zena’s acknowledgment of it makes him preen with pride. It wasn’t even a compliment really, but

Moving on, Zena asks the next question. "Are you in a relationship?"

Anakin huffs a small laugh. "I don't date."

"Why not?"

"Why would I? I get paid for the best part of them already, and I don’t do that shit for free." Anakin takes notice of Zena's expression of mild disgust. "I hope I didn't crush your dreams," he adds, smirking.

"Not my dreams, though I can sense hearts breaking across the galaxy," she replies.

Anakin has never had an interviewer who can roll with the punches like Zena. It's impressive, though it does bug him that he can't get her to break. He supposes he just has to try harder to make her sweat.

"That's enough about my personal life," Anakin says, tone not leaving much room for argument. For a moment, surprise flashes over Zena's features as she flips through her notepad to get to the next question.

"Alright then," she says. "Why don't you describe for us your perfect scene? If everything was entirely up to you, what would you shoot?"

Anakin wets his lips as he looks at Zena. There's no way this question wasn't meant to bait him.

"That's a good question," he says, just to see if she'd have any reaction to the minor praise. Unfortunately, she's still as stone as she waits for his answer. "I have a good amount of pull around here, being the main star and all, but if I had complete control..." Anakin adjusts in his seat like he is searching for an answer as if he didn't already have one in mind meant to get a rise out of Zena. “I’d want to do it home video style. No camera crew, no lighting, no mics. Just a small camera on a tripod shot in her bedroom," he says.

"Why specifically her bedroom?" Zena asks, not reacting to any of his comments.

"It'd probably look nicer than mine, and I've always liked the look of a woman's room. It has lots of personal touches you can't get on a set, so it feels more authentic. And there's something about being invited into a sacred space that's appealing to me."

Anakin isn't being untruthful in his answers, but he is playing it up a bit. Zena nods along with what he's saying, but Anakin can tell there's another question brewing.

"And what kind of co-star would you be looking for?" she asks.

That's exactly what he wanted her to ask. Like innocent prey, she has no idea what she just set herself up for.

"Not an actress, that's for sure. No offense to the girls, they're all great, but it gets boring after a while. I don't want the exaggerated moans and begging. I just want a regular woman who's down to make a video."

"Careful, you're going to get people thinking they have a chance with you," Zena jokes. Anakin lips turn into a smile, honestly enjoying this interview more than he thought he would. "Would there be any specific content you'd like to include?"

Anakin presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he thinks, the action only half-meant as an innuendo. "I like a lot of things, but I'd want to keep it more tame in this. Crazy stuff is meant for the studio, but a home video lets you capture the passion that you don't get on set," Anakin explains. "We'd just fuck."

For the first time in any of their interviews, Zena looks affected by Anakin's words. It's not obvious and if Anakin didn't have a keen sense for horny women, he probably wouldn't have noticed it. Her legs are crossed a little tighter, her chest rises and falls quicker, and she has a punishing grip on her pen.

Before Zena has a chance to respond, Anakin speaks again. "But what about you?" he asks.

His question catches her off guard. "I'm sorry?"

"You've done a lot of interviews and I'm sure you've seen your fair share of films. What's your perfect scene?"

Anakin schools his expression into one of earnestness like he's genuinely curious about her answer. He is, to an extent, but he has an ulterior motive. He told Zena his acting skills were rusty in a previous interview, but perhaps that was downplaying his talent a bit.

"Well... that's not really my area of expertise," she says, surprising Anakin with her eloquent answer. Not that he was expecting her to babble incoherently, but he would have thought it’d take longer for her to recover.

"This is the house of amateurs after all," he says, leaning back slightly in his chair to make himself look even more imposing.

Zena narrows her eyes at him slightly. "That's all the questions I have today. Thank you for your time, Mr. Skywalker. As always, it was a pleasure speaking with you."

Zena's abrupt ending to the interview catches Anakin off guard, but just like her, he can adapt. He smiles at her and leans forward in his chair, extending his hand for her to shake.

"The pleasure was all mine, Miss Daren," he says, looking into her eyes. Surprisingly, the close proximity and eye contact don't make her shrink away.

The cameras cut and Zena slips her notepad and pen into her purse. Before she could stand up to leave, Anakin stood in front of her chair, blocking her path.

She raises an eyebrow at him inquisitively. "Yes?"

"I'd like to speak to you privately. Off the record," he says.

"Okay," Zena says. "Go ahead."

Anakin shakes his head and steps aside so she can stand up. "Not here." Zena doesn't appreciate the subtle power play he pulled by blocking her in, but she supposes he's used to that trick working. "Do you smoke?" he asks.

She nods and without another word, Anakin walks off towards the door to the patio. He holds the door open for her and once outside, he fishes in his pocket for a cigarette. Zena offers him the lighter out of her purse and he thanks her as she lights her own. They stand in silence for a bit while the smoke swirls around them. Zena waits for Anakin to speak but he doesn’t say anything.

"So what did you bring me out here to talk about off the record?" she asks.

Anakin leans against the wall of the building and looks over at her. His eyes shamelessly trail over her body, even more so than during the interview.

"I like you," he says.

"Thank you," she says, slightly confused.

Anakin sighs. "You're not gonna make me do this whole song and dance, are you?" he asks.

Zena takes a drag of her cigarette and the smoke flows easily out of her mouth. "I don't know what you're referring to," she responds.

She's playing coy, Anakin knows that, but coy isn't cracking and he desperately needs to see what's under her buttoned-up exterior. Anakin resolves himself, knowing he has to tell her directly what he wants. Anakin steps closer to her so she has to look up slightly to meet his eyes. She doesn't back away, much to his delight, but it's another show of her strong will.

"I want to fuck you," he says.

Zena blinks at him, not looking surprised at the admission in the slightest. "I don't do porn, Mr. Skywalker," she replies easily.

"I'm not asking you to."

"You said it yourself, you don't do that shit for free," she says before taking another puff of her cigarette.

"I'd make an exception."

Zena huffs a laugh. "I know you're used to women just throwing themselves at you so hopefully that's your reason for being so bad at this," she says. "No girl wants to hear that they're the exception, no matter what your scripts may tell you."

Anakin isn't deterred by her stubbornness. He smirks, tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth slightly. "Women do throw themselves at me, but you’re making me work for it."

"Men like you always want what they can't have," she says.

Anakin doesn’t deny that. "We've been dancing around this for what, three weeks now? I know you want it just as much as I do."

Zena looks up at him, her eyes looking deeply into his as she smirks. "What a title this one would be. Anakin Skywalker Grovels for Busty Interviewer to Fuck Him."

"Those titles are always sensationalized," he says.

Zena takes a deep breath and crosses her arms over her chest. If the buttons of her blouse were undone, he'd surely be able to see cleavage but alas, she's too much of a good girl to show anything off.

"If I were to take you up on your rather pushy offer," she starts. "What's in it for me?"

"You've seen my videos," he says with a smirk.

"Like you said, all those actresses fake it."

That gets to Anakin. It's been a long time since someone doubted his performance in bed, but he's not exactly surprised that Zena went for the low blow. He doesn’t take the bait and attempt to prove himself. He knows he’s a good lay and she’s watched enough of his videos to know that too.

"I promise you I can deliver," he says, his voice dropping a little lower. "We can do whatever you want."

"Even knife play?" she asks. It isn't until he sees the faintest smile on her lips that he realizes she's joking.

“Whatever you want,” he repeats, leaning forward a little to crowd into her space. “Come upstairs with me.”

Of course, Zena knows what upstairs means. She’s only ever been in the living room of the house for interviews, but the bedrooms upstairs all have cameras in every corner to catch the best angles of the action.

“I don’t want to be on camera,” she says.

“My closet doesn't have a camera," Anakin replies.

"Your closet?" Zena repeats, unimpressed.

"Dick's the same everywhere," Anakin says with a slight shrug.

“Fine,” Zena sighs as she drops her cigarette on the ground and steps on it. Anakin does the same and opens the sliding glass door to reenter the house. Zena follows him as he walks up the stairs and down the hall to the bedroom.

Zena is familiar with the house from the videos, but it looks a lot bigger from the inside. Anakin opens the door to his bedroom and Zena takes in the sight. His bed is unmade, but other than that, the room is neat, though it lacks in personality. Anakin opens the door to his closet, a large walk-in that doesn't have much in it other than clothes on the racks and a mirror on the back wall.

"Do you want me to lay down a blanket?" Anakin asks. It's a genuine offer, but his voice is teasing.

"I'll be fine," Zena replies with a roll of her eyes.

Anakin reaches out to grab her wrist and tugs her inside the closet. He shuts the door behind her and backs her against it, hands gently holding onto her hips.

"I've been thinking about having you like this for weeks," Anakin says. "Been dying to know what you're hiding."

"What I'm hiding?"

Anakin moves his hand up to her collar where he toys with her buttons. "You act like such a good girl but you can't be in this industry without having some dirty secrets."

He undoes her first button, and when he nods at him to keep going, he undoes all of them down to her navel. When Anakin pushes the fabric of the shirt to the side, he reveals Zena's lace bra. He raises his eyebrows at her, but she doesn’t give him any explanation.

Helping him out, Zena unbuttons her shirt the rest of the way and pushes it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Anakin takes in the sight of her breasts: full, round, and absolutely mouth-watering. He ducks his head and presses open-mouthed kisses to the top of her breasts.

"Don't leave any marks," she says.

Anakin's eyes, now blown wide with lust, flick up to hers as he grazes his teeth over her skin. He grabs the top of the cups in each hand and pulls them down, making Zena's breasts spill out of the bra. She gasps when he attaches his mouth to her nipple and sucks.

"Oh," she moans when he pinches her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

With a pop, Anakin releases. "Gorgeous fuckin' tits," he says.

"A compliment from the Anakin Skywalker? I'm honored," she teases with a smirk on her lips.

Anakin narrows his eyes at her. "Are you gonna be stubborn this whole time?" he asks.

Zena leans her head against the door, somehow feeling powerful even as she has her tits on display. "Yeah," she smirks.

Anakin reaches behind her body to unclip her bra and he lets it fall to the floor next to her shirt. He then moves to the zipper of her skirt but she stops him.

"Yours off too," she says, tugging at his shirt.

He obliges, revealing that impressive physique she commented about in the interview. His shirt is tossed away and Zena admires his defined muscles and pebbled nipples.

"Can I take off your skirt now, princess?" he asks. The pet name is used sarcastically, but Anakin can tell she liked being called that. Zena nods and Anakin pulls the zipper down and pushes her skirt to her ankles, leaving her in just a pair of delicate panties.

He raises his eyebrows, curious at her choice of undergarments. "Were you expecting this?" he asks smugly.

"Certainly not," she says. Anakin hums, not believing her, but doesn't comment.

"We're gonna play a game, Zena," Anakin says. Though he’s speaking to her, he looks down at her body instead of into her eyes.

"What game?"

Anakin licks his lips. "A choose your own adventure. You tell me your favorite video of mine and we'll recreate it."

Zena thinks it's honestly shocking that Anakin doesn't have devil horns that speak through his curls.

"I don't have a-" Zena starts, but Anakin cuts her off.

"Don't give me that. I know you've seen all of them. You can't tell me none of them got you even a little hot."

Zena is suddenly unable to make eye contact with Anakin. She wasn't intimidated by him during the interview. They were five feet apart, fully clothed, and every time he put her in the hot seat, she could turn it around on him. Here, though, they're inches apart, naked, and there was no way out.

"I liked... the panties one," she says quietly.

Anakin's face lights up, grinning widely with deviousness in his eyes. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Zena shrugs but still doesn’t meet his eyes. “Y’know, you’re breaking the house rules right now.”

Anakin slips his finger under the elastic of Zena’s panties and lets them snap against her skin. She looks up at him finally and bites her lip. “I didn’t know those rules applied to me, too.”

Anakin grasps Zena’s waist and brings her over to the back wall of the closet to stand in front of the mirror. Anakin stands behind her and presses himself against her back. He leans down to press his lips against her ear. “They do if you wanna be one of my girls,” he says.

His hot breath on her neck makes Zena’s skin break out in goosebumps. Anakin chuckles when he feels her shiver in response to his fingertips dragging over her stomach. His hand slips into her panties and he cups her pussy, his large hand covering it entirely. He slips to of his long fingers inside of her and curls them up to press against her sweet spot but he doesn’t move them. Instead, Anakin uses the fingers inside Zena as leverage to push her back against his hips.

“Can you feel my cock, baby?” he asks. “Feel how hard you got me?”

“Yeah,” she replies quietly, looking at her reflection.

“Been teasing me for weeks, acting like you didn’t want me to fuck you like the dirty girl you pretend not to be. Where’d all that fire go?”

Zena leans her head back on Anakin’s shoulder and looks up at him. Her eyes are half-lidded and her lipstick is a little worn off from biting and licking her lips. She looks messy, nothing like how Anakin is used to seeing her. He likes this look, a nice girl turned into an insatiable slut, needy for him. 

The way she looks at him is enough to get him to take out his cock. Instead of getting fully undressed, Anakin just undoes his fly and pushes his pants down to his knees. He holds his cock and slaps it against her ass before grinding on her again.

“Anakin,” she whines. 

“Yeah, baby?”

“Stop teasing.”

Anakin looks beyond smug. It’s not often he’s faced with someone whom he has to break, so it makes it all the more satisfying that Zena is giving in. “You know what you have to do if you want my dick, Zena,” he says into her ear.

Surprisingly, Zena doesn’t put up a fight this time. “Fuck me, Anakin,” she says.

The words sound so sweet on her lips that they almost make Anakin want to kiss her. As he pushes her panties aside, he wonders what it would be like to kiss her. Would she fight for dominance or would she give in and let him take what he wants? Would she moan into his mouth the same way she’s moaning at the stretch of his cock inside her?

“Do I feel good inside you, baby?” Anakin asks once he’s fully seated inside.

“So good,” she breathes out.

“Your pussy’s gripping me, honey. She needs me that bad?” He asks teasingly as if he didn’t desire her just as much. As if she hasn’t been driving him crazy.

He rocks his hips into her and with every thrust forward, Zena’s face twists with pleasure. Anakin is desperate to give her more, but she hasn’t earned it yet and he refuses to play all of his cards just for some instant gratification. Zena avoids looking at the mirror, her eyes darting everywhere except for directly in front of her, and that just won’t do.

“Look at yourself, baby,” Anakin says. “It’s like you’re watching your own video, right? Virgin Zena Daren Taken by Experienced Anakin Skywalker.”

“I’m not a virgin,” Zena replies with an eye roll, though her annoyed act is shattered by a small moan that escapes her mouth.

“Tight like one,” Anakin smirks. “Tightest I’ve had in fuckin’ forever. The other girls are all used up but you’re nice and fresh for me, right, baby?”

Anakin’s words send shivers up Zena’s spine, though she’s a bit ashamed of it. He’s degrading other women to praise her and she knows it’s wrong, but it makes her feel hot all over. Anakin’s large hands grip her hips, ass, and stomach possessively like she’s his toy to touch and use as he pleases. He presses on her lower stomach, just below her navel, and the pressure combined with the deep thrusts of his cock make her knees weak.

Looking into the mirror, Zena can see the intense look in his eyes. She’s seen it before in his videos, but she thought it was all acting. Maybe it is, but seeing it for herself makes it seem real and it’s intimidating.

“A-Anakin,” she stutters out between moans.

“Yeah, princess?”

“I need it harder.”

Something unrecognizable flashes in Anakin’s eyes. Before Zena can realize what’s happening, Anakin’s arms are wrapped around her middle and he thrusts up into her. Her body shakes with the force of it and she’s unable to do anything but moan as he takes her.

“This hard enough for you?” Anakin asks, now sounding more breathless from the exertion. “You wanna be mine? I’ll make you fucking mine.”

His voice is borderline a growl as he uses Zena’s body. She feels like the girls in the videos: useless, dumb little toys for Anakin to use. He’s rough and relentless with his claiming of her body and she loves it. She’s not usually one for this kind of treatment, but she had no idea how much she needed it until now.

“Talk to me, baby. Tell me how fuckin’ good it is,” he demands.

“So good,” she gasps.

It amuses Anakin that he was able to reduce her to so few words after she gave him a run for his money during the interviews. Zena opens her eyes and through her slightly foggy glasses, she can see the fucked-out expression on her face. She’s never seen herself this way before and as humiliating as it is, she’s getting closer to the edge of orgasm.

Zena slips her hand under her panties to rub at her clit. Surprisingly, Anakin doesn’t bat her hand away and take over for her. He encourages her to touch herself so she can cum on his cock.

“Touch yourself for me, princess. You play with your little clit like this when you watch my videos? Doing all that research must tire your hands out, huh?”

Anakin runs his mouth like he’s getting paid to do it, though that is what he’s used to. His breathing is ragged in Zena’s ear but she can’t hear it over the sound of her own. They’re both close; Zena is desperately chasing her high with the firm press of her fingers on her clit while Anakin is trying to hold off so she can finish first.

“I’m cumming!” Zena announces with a high-pitched, broken voice. Anakin can feel her walls clenching around his cock, trying to milk him. Just as he’s about to cum, a wave of panic hits him. He doesn’t know if Zena’s on any kind of birth control. Pulling out isn’t something Anakin has to think about, but he manages to just in time.

He groans as he jerks himself off to completion over her ass. Hot, sticky ropes of cum land on her skin while she’s still riding out her pleasure on her fingers. Cumming from fucking his fist doesn’t satisfy Anakin as much as unloading into her would, but something is better than nothing.

Anakin’s head lolls back as he catches his breath and Zena goes limp against his chest. Luckily he still has enough strength to hold them both up. Zena wipes her hand off on her thigh, then adjusts her hair and straightens her glasses, trying to make herself look a bit more proper and put together. When they both regain their composure, they separate and without even looking at Anakin, Zena grabs her clothes from the floor and begins to redress.

“Hey,” Anakin says, stopping her by grabbing her wrist. “What’s the rush?” Zena makes a face at him and shakes his hand off. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna treat me like your dirty little secret now,” he says playfully.

Zena sighs as she steps into her skirt and pulls it back up, then reaches for her discarded bra. While she redresses, Anakin pulls up his pants and fastens them, but remains shirtless. “You don’t strike me as the cuddling type,” she says. 

Anakin huffs a laugh. “And here I thought I fucked the brat out of you.”

He doesn’t bother hiding how he watches her stuff herself back inside her bra. Zena then slips her arms into her blouse and starts to button it, but Anakin stops her before she can get to the top. She cocks her head to the side and looks at him questioningly.

“If you ever want a job, I can pull a few strings. You’d add a sense of authenticity to the series,” he says.

Zena scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief. “And we’re right back to business, huh?”

“I’m just saying,” Anakin steps into her space and puts his hands on her hips. “I don’t fuck for free, and I know that greedy cunt’s gonna be needing more of me.” He’s smirking proudly like the arrogant diva he is.

“I know this must be hard for you to believe, but I’ll be just fine without your dick,” she retorts, mirroring his smug expression. 

“Sweetheart,” he grins. “I got you hooked. You can deny yourself all you want but you’re gonna be dreaming about me.”

Zena pushes Anakin’s hands off her and collects the rest of her belongings from the floor before straightening up to face Anakin head-on. She looks perfectly proper again, save for the two buttons not fastened at the top of her shirt. It gets under Anakin’s skin a bit that he wasn’t able to wreck her beyond repair.

“I’ll see you next week, Mr. Skywalker,” Zena says using her professional voice as she extends her hand for him to shake.

Anakin bites the inside of his cheek and smirks slightly as he grasps her hand. “Yes, you will, Miss Daren.”

Zena turns on her heel once Anakin lets go and exits the closet without looking back. Anakin doesn’t see the wink she gives the camera mounted by the ceiling as she leaves the bedroom. When he hears the front door close, he sighs heavily. Yeah, he fucked her, but he wanted to break her open and catch a glimpse at all the things she’s buried deep inside her so no one could find them. Everyone else lays themselves bare for Anakin, but Zena is the only person he’d had to work on in years.

He’ll see her again in a week, and he already knows he’s going to turn the teasing up to hopefully convince her to fuck him again. He talked a big game about Zena wanting more, but it might be Anakin who’s addicted. Not to the sex, per se, but the chase of a woman who’s won’t give herself up to him.

if you enjoyed this fic, please give it a reblog because it encourages writers to keep producing content. also, please check out @hanasnx's masterlist because they have so many amazing fics and they are a great person. thank you so much for reading!

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[absurduty]

Hi lovelies, if anyone is interested in a fanfiction about Anakin Skywalker falling in love with a Jedi from Earth then I’d ask u to read mine! ♡︎ wattpad: Valyriandistrict02

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[empirebackshots]

comforting delusion

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[nevess]

BETA READER

this is for anyone over 18 (18+) that’s interested in reading my star wars fanfic.

I’m planing on doing several chapters where Y/N & Anakin are eventually together. Tho, im thinking about making my own main character and change the whole narrative. The MC has She/her pronouns.

I just bawled my eyes out watching clone wars & episode iii ROTS, so we are not going through the pain of anakin becoming vader and order 66 anytime soon, so it’s an AU where somehow that doesn’t happen.

We don’t care how it works, we just care that he’s gonna be okey.

I don’t have much of a plan for the story yet, i’ll figure it out in the process. I’m half way through writing the first chapter, so if you are interested in being my beta reader just reblog or answer this. Preferably text me

I’ll be checking you prospects :p

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[starbeltconstellation]

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REWRITE THE STARS: ANAKIN SKYWALKER

Ship: Anakin Skywalker x OC (Melanie Bains)

Tags: mutual pining, slowest slow burn to ever burn, romantic tension, angst, hurt/comfort, requited unrequited love, crushing obliviously without realizing it, etc. 💓💓

Summary:

"HOW CAN YOU WIN THE GAME IF YOU NEVER MAKE A MOVE?"

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What would you do, if you were given a chance to save millions of lives throughout a galaxy?

Would you do it? Could you even do it? Is such a feat even possible?

Or would you crumble and choke under the pressure?

Melanie Bains is about to find out, as she is sent to a galaxy FAR, FAR AWAY...

A/N: Finally posting my SW fic on here for real this time! I hope people enjoy it. 😊🥰💕❤️ I love, love, LOVE @shoniwake’s cover art soooo much! It’s so cinematic. 😜✨✨

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[hanasnx]

hi i asked abt zena and ani. I js wanted to say that their dynamic is my favorite thing in the world. how he’s so nonchalant abt everything and mysterious and her just wanting to crack him. im in love.

also. “ever shot a porno?” god kill me now. i need more of their banter. just the way they speak to each other is so 🫠

i’d love to see a more personal (wink wink) interview between them both.

thank you indy for blessing this earth with zenakin.

(also could i be 🪐)

this is so crazy cool to me tbh bcos i didnt write them together originally to have crazy sexual tension i just feel like i cant not imbue sexual tension into my writing. i love that you asked me about them and youve picked up on their dynamics. the prompt is a little too vague so i hope im doing it justice. also yes ofc you can be that emoji &lt;3

"Bet you thought you saw the last of me." ZENA DAREN remarks smartly, a haughty curl to her lips at the sight of ANAKIN SKYWALKER sitting before her once again. He takes a sip from his water bottle, and she finds herself staring at the way his Adam's apple bobs from the movement. He wipes his lips with the back of his hand, and drops the bottle next to his chair leg.

"You are persistent, I'll give you that." he relents, and nods in subtle commendation. "Didn't even realize I had an agent until you relentlessly overwhelmed her with every trick in the book. Can't say I'm not impressed." Zena can't tell if this was another one of his signature dry jokes. Krayt House couldn't be so popular now that he wouldn't notice an entire person signing on to be his personal agent to coordinate events behind the scenes? How many papers has this guy signed to have not kept track of something like that? No, must be a joke. It's still taking considerable effort for her to nail this guy down. Like a Rubik's cube, she can't put it down until it's a clear solve.

Her pen points over the precipice of her clipboard. "You told her you weren't taking interviews anymore." The accusatory tone of voice utilized causes Anakin to raise his brows in mock offense.

"The series is over. Why should I?" he debates, sinking further back into his seat that unconsciously pushes out his hips. Those black pants hug him well, and Zena swallows. Additionally, he crosses his arms over his broad chest, swelling the muscle in a most please way. Cords of tendons lovingly tended to in the gym are on full display. At this point, she knows he's attractive— he has been all this time— but what would she expect from a professional porn star with his kind of experience under his belt? It won't go anywhere if she pursued it, but she's far more fascinated in him as a puzzle to solve.

"You neglected to mention to her that I would be an exception." She shrugs, as if it should be obvious, leaning her back against the chair as a snooty expression adorns her countenance.

He scoffs. "You think after a couple of links that you're an exception?"

"Out of the roster I'd say I'm the most consistent contestant. You agree to be on my show thirty-seven percent more than others on average."

Anakin tilts his head forward to peer at her through his brows curiously, "Oh, so you're keeping tabs on me, huh?" There he goes again, being that charming smooth-talker that can tongue-tie her in seconds. It's frustrating.

Warm color blooms on Zena's cheeks, and she rallies. The stumble is noted by her counter-part, who scans her vulnerable figure in her usual professional attire. Her legs crossed neatly over one another in a pencil skirt and heels is practically smoothed over as if his piercing blue gaze was a large hand. "That's not—"

"I get it." He pinches his shoulder to his neck with a sniff of his nose, swiping at it with his thumb as he glances to the side. "We both know you've got a little thing for me. Look, I was just showing up to do my job. It's not my fault you got the rights to me during the run of the series."

Without thinking, Zena blurts out, "Are you always so self-centered?"

The corner of his lips quirk up. "Only when it helps me get a read on my opponent." Once more, Zena is rendered speechless. She's been trying to decipher this guy since day one and all she's managed to do is grant him insider access to her own mind. Anakin takes advantage of her reticence, gesturing to her camera with an incline of his head and his curls bounce from the motion. "Forgot to turn on the camera." he points out to her. Her gaping mouth cannot be occupied by a single word, and he takes it one step further. "I like your glasses. New pair?"

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[oh-obrien]

Red Line (0.2)

Anakin Skywalker

Masterlist

A/N: i love mace windu i just needed him to be a hard ass for the ✨plot✨. My brain was tempted to make this a Anakin x OC x Obi-Wan fic just so y’all know.

Word Count: 5,114

“You know I haven’t actually gotten to talk to you since before you left for your mission on Kessel,” Anakin’s voice didn’t startle Lyra as she had felt him approaching before he even entered the elevator that would take him up to the balcony she had decided to spend the evening on. She watched out of the corner of his eye as he leaned over the railing next to her, looking out into the busy Coruscant night sky. “And the Council just cared about what you accomplished on the mission, they didn’t actually care about how it impacted you so I just got the intel version. They just care about how it helps or hurts the Republic.”

“That’s typically how it goes,” Lyra didn’t spare Anakin a glance as she continued to watch the sky grow darker, traffic having died down significantly in the last half an hour “It’s for the future of the Republic.”

Annakin let out a small laugh and hung his head between his shoulders. “Yeah, it’s for the future of the Republic.” Lyra heard the sarcasm dripping in his voice as she finally turned to face Anakin, her hip resting against the railing she had just been leaning over. Anakin was attractive, everyone knew that, and he carried himself, at least in public, like a true Jedi, it had many fawning over him, the Republic’s future golden boy. Lyra, however, had often got to see the true Anakin when they were younger. The version of Anakin that was critical of the Jedi Order and all of its rules, of the Senate, of every body of authority really. Lyra had very quickly been going down the same path as Anakin, but Master Windu had quashed that, quickly.

Letting out a deep sigh Anakin pushed himself upright before turning to stand in nearly the same position as Lyra. His muscled arms crossed over this board chest and his hip leaning on the railing. “How are you really though, Lyra.” Lyra found herself looking the boy’s features over while she tried to formulate an answer in her head. His hair had gotten longer, but his Padawan braid still hung over his shoulder, and his jawline had begun to sharpen more. His face now contained no traces of the baby fat it still had the first time Lyra had met him; he was much more mature now, a young man really.

“Honestly?” She ran a hand through her hair that she had left down earlier, her fingers tangling in the end of her Padawan braid as they went. She felt her cheeks puff up with air as she slowly let a breath escape.

“Honestly.” Anakin relaxed his stance significantly, his eyes soft as he searched Lyra’s face for any hint of how she was feeling. He wanted to reach out to her, feel how she was feeling, like they did when they were younger, but he didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. The two rarely connected in that way anymore, it had been conditioned out of them throughout their Padawan training; although Obi-Wan tended to be more understanding of Anakin’s feelings than Mace Windu was with Lyra’s feelings.

Anakin’s eyes watched as her top teeth began to chew on her bottom lip, pulling at some of the loose pieces of skin until he saw her flinch once, retracting her teeth and puffing out a deep breath as she licked away the small amount of blood that collected where skin had just been ripped away. Neither of them were ever particularly good with their words. If the order had taught both of them one thing it was to suppress their emotions. “I’m still tired,” her shoulders slouched as she relied on the railing more for support, “and recovering, physically, mentally, kriff I’m even trying to rebuild my bond with the Force. It’s hard, Anakin. I was cut off from everything and everyone I’ve known since I was four, no warning, for two months.”

“I-” but Anakin didn’t know what to say. I’m sorry your Master cut you off from everyone you knew completely for six months and locked you in your room for nearly that entire period. I’m sorry he only let you have supervised conversations with other Padawans until you were fifteen. I’m sorry the moment he was able to, he sent you off planet for a solo mission that just distanced you from everyone even more. There weren’t the proper words for Anakin to express how he felt in the moment.

Anakin did, however, know what used to make both of them feel better after a particularly hard day. He reached into his robes and unclipped his lightsaber from his utility belt, igniting the blade immediately after. For nearly five years the only way Lyra and Anakin had been able to communicate were through their practice duels. After catching the pair leaving Lyra’s room together after The Gathering, Mace Windu immediately took Lyra on as his Padawan, and with that she was cut off from almost the entirety of the outside world. She spent the first six months of her Padawan training locked inside her living quarters, reading and meditating, deepening her connection with the force. Master Windu said she could have no distractions, even when Obi-Wan insisted it would be good for her development to interact with the other Padawans. She had no combat practice and took no classes with the other Padawans. After that six month period, she was only able to interact with other Padawans if one of their Masters were present, and thus continued until well into her fifteenth year, making it nearly impossible to truly form a friendship with anyone. It deterred her from truly being able to understand what attachment was.

Everyone knew that had been Master Windu’s intentions, cut Lyra off from everything she knew so she could truly dedicate her whole being to the Jedi way. It had been a grueling time in her life, and the intended purpose was exactly the outcome that had occurred. Lyra didn’t get close to any of the other Padawans until nearly her sixteenth birthday, and now she had just begun to build friendships.

“Want to finish what you couldn’t earlier?” A wide grin broke out on Lyra’s face as she rather skilfully tied her hair back into a messy bun in a matter of seconds. She unclipped her own lightsaber from her utility belt before igniting one of the blades.

“Both.” Anakin insisted, skilfully twisting his own lightsaber in his hand while he waited for Lyra to ignite the second blade on her’s. If Anakin was anything he was confident in his abilities, sometimes too confident Lyra had managed to discover. His signature little twist he loved to do really just embodied the word ‘cocky’, but it was rather attractive, Lyra had discovered over the years.

She hesitated, watching Anakin carefully, but he nodded in conformation. Lyra closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath while she ignited the second blade on her lightsaber. “You don’t need to fight clean, Anakin,” she took up a defensive stance. “I- I need this right now.” Of course, Anakin already knew that. She needed a distraction, she needed someone who could help remind her who she was, what she was capable of.

Anakin lunged first, his lightsaber making contact with Lyra’s and the all too familiar sound of the blades connecting spiked the adrenaline already coursing through both of their bodies. While Lyra was strong from her years of training, Anakin was six feet and two inches of pure brute strength. Unlike many of the other well built Padawans though, Anakin didn’t rely on his strength to help him win duels, he relied on his skill and ability to connect with the force; his physical strength only enhanced those natural abilities. He was truly a force to be reckoned with, and most other Jedi knew that, which is why his pool of dueling opponents had grown rather small as not many others could keep up with him. Lyra, however, had always been at the top of the list.

Lyra skilfully turned away from Anakin managing to face his back but she wasn’t able to complete her attack, the older boy quickly blocking her swing behind his back. They continued fighting for quite some time, the only sound filling the patio being their lightsabers connecting and their heavy, ragged breathing. They both moved gracefully, almost as if they were dancing, attacks and counterattacks flowing cleanly into one another, their lightsabers simply acting as extensions of their limbs. Each move was carefully calculated, appearing nearly choreographed, any onlooker would be entranced by their dance.

Eventually though, Anakin was able to gain the upper hand, Lyra was growing tired and sloppy and he took his opportunity to truly gain the upper hand when it presented itself to him. In less than a second Anakin saw Lyra’s grip loosen on her lightsaber, enough so that he was able to swipe at one of her blades with his own when her grip was nearly non-existent. The motion sent Lyra’s weapon clattering to the floor and the girl in question tumbled back to the ground bracing her fall with both of her hands. “I made up for earlier,” Anakin’s blade hovered at Lyra’s side, nearly grazing her robes, and she let out a defeated sigh, using her Force abilities to deliver her lightsaber back to her hand, both of the blades turning off as she did so.

“Yeah,” Lyra felt her breath stutter as Anakin turned off his lightsaber, still standing above her. His arms were now crossed over this broad chest and his feet were set shoulder width apart. He embodied what a Jedi was supposed to be, and the fact that Lyra could compete with him, could best him at times, it made her truly believe at times that she was not actually weak. “You made up for earlier,” Lyra pushed herself up onto her elbows and Anakin uncrossed his arms, offering Lyra a hand to help her up.

Lyra looked at the hand that was being offered to her and hesitated momentarily, she could just reach out and grasp Anakin’s hands, it was right in front of her. Human contact of any kind had been conditioned out of Lyra for the past six years, the only time she had any hands other than her own on her body had been to patch up any injuries she couldn’t take care of herself; which tended to be few and far between. “Oh come on,” Anakin extended his hand out even further and Lyra let out a small huff, finally reaching her own hand out.

Anakin’s hand was warm so incredibly warm, Lyra wanted to jerk her own hand away, not used to human contact feeling so intimate. The hands of the medical droids were usually cold and metal, not even truly human as they patched her injuries; other than the droids the last person she had skin to skin contact with was Master Windu. Lyra had managed to slice her leg open from the top of her ankle around to the back of her knee when trying to escape a rather hostile group of Spice traders while on, what was supposed to be, an intel gathering mission in the Underworld.

Her leg had gotten caught on a jagged piece of glass while trying to follow her Master out of a broken window to escape an onslaught of blaster fire. However, in the process she had snagged herself on a broken piece of glass still attached to the window and obtained a nasty cut. Master Windu had been able to quickly patch her leg up before the pair had to continue moving, to avoid being caught.

Mace Windu’s hands had moved quick and had a mission in mind, but Anakin’s hand? His hand was warm and his touch was familiar. Even after Lyra had been pulled to a standing position their hands remained clasped together. The last time Lyra had felt Anakin’s hands he had been twelve and she had been ten, now at eighteen and sixteen the pair found themselves barely a foot apart with their hands clasped together in the small amount of space separating them. Their force signatures reached out to each other, trying to find comfort in one another after years of forced separation. Their force signatures used to have no qualms about intertwining, wrapping around one another at any chance they were given. Now though, they hesitated to mingle, both Jedi unknowingly holding back from the other.

“Anakin!” Lyra dropped his hand quickly, as if he had burnt her with only his touch, at the sound of Obi-Wan’s voice. “Ahh Lyra too, perfect!” Obi-Wan didn’t even seem to consider questioning how close together the two padawans stood, he just continued to make his way toward them R2 trialing not far behind. “You’re needed in the council chambers immediately,” Obi-Wan turned to Lyra as he spoke, his words clearly intended for her. Lyra let out a small groan knowing that meant she’d likely be sent out on another mission. Obi-Wan didn’t seem frantic, meaning it wasn’t necessarily an emergency, but it was clear that her presence was needed in front of the council as soon as possible.

“I’ll head down momentarily,” Lyra tried to keep her composure as she untied her hair from the rather messy knot she had put it in, running her fingers through it to make it appear more presentable. “I’d assume that means I’m being sent to Kessel again already.” She’d barely had time to recover from her last trip, she wasn’t quite sure how she’d fair on another two month trip away from the Temple with no one going with her. Obi-Wan didn’t respond, only offering a half-hearted smile to Lyra who began straightening her robes out.

Obi-Wan cocked his head to the side slightly as he caught Anakin’s eyes rather focused on Lyra while she adjusted her utility belt. “Anakin you are also needed in the council’s Chambers. They requested both of you.” Lyra let out a quiet sigh while she pulled on her cloak, a dark blue material that she had gotten much pushback from Mace about the first time she had it. Her Master had complained it was too colorful, it would be seen as an act of defiance by the council to wear the material. Pretending she hasn’t heard her Master, Lyra simply walked out of her chambers with the cloak on and the dark blue had become a staple color in most of her outfits.

“Sending two Padawan’s on potentially deadly missions at the same time, incredibly intelligent,” Lyra huffed as she looked toward Anakin. “You coming, Skywalker?”

“Yeah,” Anakin shook his head and cleared his throat, “yeah I am.” Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his chest while he watched his Padawan and Lyra depart the outdoor training area. R2 beeped from next to Obi-Wan and he laughed lightly, placing a hand on the droid’s head.

“Yes R2, we’re heading that way as well. I’m just thinking for a moment.” The droid let out another series of beeps. “Yes, yes they are R2.” Obi-Wan let out a small sigh as he and R2 began to head to the Council chambers themselves.

*-*-*-*

“With all due respect Master,” Lyra turned to face Master Windu, “I don’t think it’s smart to send both of us on this mission together, and that’s absolutely not me discrediting Anakin’s skills or ability to succeed.” Lyra and Anakin stood in front of the High Council, the half-moon of the most powerful Jedi suddenly becoming somewhat intimidating as she tried to make her voice heard. She’d spent the past two sessions attending council meetings, getting to know them on a more personal level, but she just felt small standing directly in front of them.

“And why would that be?” Master Kit Fisto’s voice reached Lyra’s ears and she turned to face him. “I feel that Skywalker and yourself are more than qualified to take on this mission.”

Lyra took a moment to center herself as she did not want to lash out at any of the council members, knowing it would not been seen as an appropriate use of her emotions. “Master Fisto, again with all due respect I nearly died twice while I was on Kessel last time I was there, and that was over the course of two months while my identity was incredibly well concealed. What happens this time?”

Nearly died. Anakin hadn’t been privy to the knowledge that Lyra had nearly been killed twice while she was on Kessel, “and the second time was by Jedi Knights that you yourselves sent to trey and break up the Spice ring,” Anakin tuned back into the conversation and Lyra’s voice again filled his ears. He saw that Obi-Wan was watching him carefully, giving his Padawan a small nod when they made eye contact.

“We told you that your safety could not be guaranteed on the previous mission my Padawan.” Mace Windu now spoke; Anakin felt as Lyra metaphorically dug her heels in, her force signature instantly becoming more centered and more grounded. It was a tactic that Obi-Wan had taught him to help become more centered before a fight, meaning that Lyra clearly saw this conversation as more of a fight than a conversation.

“And why wouldn’t any of you suggest informing the Jedi that you had sent to infiltrate a Spice ring that you had one of your own undercover inside!” Her voice raised significantly just within that single sentence. “If you told them who was undercover I very easily could have avoided being nearly sliced in half by a lightsaber!”

“Wise of you to control your emotions would it be. Yes?” Master Yoda now spoke up. “In the fight did we expect you not,” Yoda let out a short hum as he nodded.

Lyra looked to Obi-Wan, her eyes almost pleading for support. However, this was a decision he had been outvoted and outranked on. He had been a strong opponent of sending Lyra and Anakin, the two most powerful Padawans the temple had, on this mission together, but no matter how hard he argued to keep the two away from Kessel, other members of the council just pushed back harder. “Yourself and my Padawan leave in two days time.” It was the only response Obi-Wan was able to offer in the moment, but Lyra felt the wave of comforting energy that Obi-Wan sent her way.

“It isn’t safe! What’s Anakin’s cover going to be? Oh this is my brother, my made up diplomat father won’t realize either of us are gone don’t worry. It’s not going to work.” Anakin had never expected that Lyra of all people would speak up against the council in that manner, being so openly defiant was frowned upon and seen as disrespectful. Anakin stood in shock next to his fellow Padawan, he was unsure what he should say or if he should say anything at all.

“Anakin will pose as your lover,” Ki-Adi-Mundi spoke up, “it’s the most realistic role we could approach the situation with.” Master Ki-Adi-Munda didn’t see phased in the least by Lyra’s reaction. “You escaped the Jedi Assault to Tatooine, there you met Anakin who was working as a moisture farmer and you fell in love. He wished to return to Kessel with you to join the Spice ring to try and make a more prosperous life.”

“I’d assume your previous injury is healed?” Master Windu squinted at Lyra who had her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She felt the anger inside of her beginning to bubble over and likely knew she would be scolded by her master later, but she was in too deep with this argument to back out now.

She took in a deep breath and glanced around the half circle before speaking. “My previous injury healed as best it could given the level of medical attention I received and the speed at which it was delivered.”

“We would like to see what remains to ensure that your story and what the other Spice traders saw would properly fit what remains.” It was Obi-Wan who spoke this time. The council knew that their request to see her scars would likely be met with pushback, and having the council member she trusted the most make that request would lessen just how much push back they received. It was disgusting really.

Anakin began to feel Lyra’s force signature fill with discomfort and pure sadness, he wanted to reach out with his own and comfort her, but he knew that the council would feel it as well. Instead he opted instead to take a step closer to her and he saw her cheeks fill with air as she began to undo her utility belt. She let it clatter loudly to the floor as she shrugged off her cloak as well, the blue fabric crumbling into a ball on top of her belt.

Anakin watched as her hands shook, moving to the bottom of her tunic and the top of her pants waistband. She hadn’t fought the council on this matter, only accepted they would need to see her previous injury before making any further determinations. Standing next to Lyra, Anakin was unable to get a clear view of what remained as she separated the fabric and put a thin band of skin on display. He didn’t need to see the remains of her injury to know how gruesome it must have been. Obi-Wan’s eyes widened as she saw the exposed flesh and Anakin would have sworn he saw tears gathering in his Master’s eyes. Lyra slowly turned so that the remainder of the High Council could see her scar and Anakin found himself unable to look away from the exposed strip of skin. A dark pink and angry scar stretched from hip bone to hip bone and looked as if it never properly healed, the skin still looked sensitive and raw, like a wrong movement would tear it open again. “I hope my injuries meet your expectations,” Lyra pulled her waistband back up and tugged her tunic down, shrugging her cloak on and picking up her utility belt and slinging it over her shoulder haphazardly. “I’ll be on the launch deck in two days time.” Lyra didn’t wait to be dismissed before she turned and walked out of the High Council’s chambers with a slight twitch in her hand the door opened and closed behind her.

Anakin was left standing somewhat dumbfounded in the center of the center of High Council chambers. “Trust you we do, Young Skywalker.” Master Yoda gave Anakin a small nod. “Successful you will be.” Anakin swallowed and nodded once.

“Thank you, Master Yoda.” He wanted to speak up and say something on Lyra’s behalf but he wasn’t quite sure what to say. He knew that he and Lyra were expected to begin completing the trials soon, but the pushback Lyra was giving them likely meant that the council may reevaluate her ability to complete the trials and her ability to control her emotions.

“You are dismissed, Skywalker,” Master Windu let out a deep sigh as he let Anakin know he was free to go. “May the force be with you.”

“May the force be with you as well Masters.” As soon as Anakin exited the High Council’s chambers he reached out to try and find Lyra’s force signature. However, she was blocking him out and she was doing a damn good job at it. Anakin found his feet leading him back to where he and Lyra had dueled before Obi-Wan had found them and told the pair that they were needed in the counsel chambers. No one often left the temple at night, most Jedi took the evenings to meditate and unwind and very few used the evenings for anything except that.

“Ani, I really don’t want to talk about it.” Lyra spoke into the chilly night air once she felt Anakin reach the space. She leaned over the railing again, both her arms hanging freely and her head rested on the cool metal. Anakin could tell she was distressed, embarrassed, angry, she rather thoroughly felt nearly every emotion that could be considered negative. Her robes had been straightened out and her utility belt sat clipped around her waist, it seemed like she never even had shown the council what remained of her old injury.

Anakin, as he had earlier that evening, approached the railing to the balcony and rested his forearms on the metal, hanging his head between his shoulders while he let the silence linger between them. “I don’t need you to talk about it, but it would be nice to know what I’m getting myself into.” He heard Lyra release a deep sigh as she let her head rest on the railing for a few more moments before standing up straighter.

“If I’m talking about this we’re going to the Cantina,” Lyra pushed away from the railing and began to walk towards the entrance back into the Temple, “you coming or what, Skywalker?”

“But we, I can’t-” Anakin stumbled over his words.

Lyra laughed lightly before looking over her shoulder at Anakin. “I’m emotionally unstable and they’re practically sending us on a suicide mission in two days,” Lyra cocked her head slightly to the side, “I promise no one is going to stop us form leaving the Temple tonight. If it would make you feel better I can ask Obi-Wan if he’d like to accompany us.”

“You can- Obi-Wan?” Anakin thought about his Master accompanying both of them on an unapproved trip to the cantina most likely in the underworld, and it didn’t sound all that logical.

“Yeah,” Lyra let a small smile stretch across his lips, “Obi-Wan and I sneak out to the cantina fairly often.” She saw Anakin’s face fall as he realized his own Master had never asked him to accompany them to the cantina. “It’s never something that you’d want to go with us for, emotions we shouldn’t be experiencing that we try to drink away, and all that,” she dismissively waved her hand and grabbed her comlink out of the pocket of her robes.

Obi-Wan’s hologram appears a second later, clearly inside his chambers, likely trying to decompress after the rather stressful counsel meeting. “Ahh Master Kenobi!” Lyra spoke as she walked to Anakin’s side. “I was just about to fill Anakin in on my last mission to Kessel at Moshi if you’d like to meet us there.” Anakin watched as Obi-Wan lifted his head from where he had been taking off his boots.

“I can meet the two of you there in about,” he paused for a moment, clearly thinking, “thirty. I’d rather not leave the temple as a group. That would likely draw too much attention.”

“You’ve got it, Master!” Lyra’s smile grew into more of a smirk as the comlink call ended, “you ready for this one Skywalker? Because I’m not sure if you are.”

*-*-*-*

Walking into Moshi Lyra pulled her hood down and Anakin followed not far behind, the bar seemed somewhat crowded and most of the tables were taken. Lyra nodded towards an empty booth and Anakin took that as his sign to claim the table as Lyra approached the bar. “My favorite Jedi!” Tiggs Leo greeted Lyra at the bar, still mixing drinks as he spoke to her, “no tab for you tonight!” He slid three drinks down the bar to waiting patrons. “You came with a new Jedi, is Obi-Wan not joining you?”

Lyra found her eyes skimming over the bottles of alcohol behind Tiggs as he spoke. “That’s Anakin, Obi-Wan’s Padawan,” she elaborated, “Obi-Wan will be joining us shortly.”

“Ahh! Excellent! What can I get started for you then?” Tiggs put down the bottles he had been holding previously and directed his attention towards Lyra. She glanced over her shoulder to see Anakin looking around the space rather uncomfortably.

Tapping her finger on the bar counter Lyra thought about what Anakin may like; she was unsure if he’d ever been to a catania before. He looked rather surprised when she had mentioned it earlier, but he was older than her and Obi-Wan, of all people, was his Master for Kriff’s sake. “A blumfruit cooler, cassandran brandy and a courkrus lomin.” Tiggs was making the drinks before Lyra even had the chance to finish ordering.

“I hope whatever you ordered me isn’t a surprise.” Obi-Wan must have arrived while she had been ordering drinks. He had changed into more casual robes than he had been in at the council meeting and his cloak had been shrugged off and crumpled next to him in the booth. Following suit, Lyra shrugged off her own cloak and slid into the booth next to Anakin.

“A cassandran brandy for the Jedi Master,” Tiggs approached the booth and slid Obi-Wan his drink. He gratefully accepted the glass and took a small sip as soon as he received it. “A blumfruit cooler for my favorte Jedi customer, and I would assume the courkrus lomin is for the newcomer,” Tiggs set the final glass in front of Anakin. “As soon as you’re ready for another round just let me know the order!”

As Tiggs slinked back behind the bar Lyra switched her glass and Anakin’s. “You’ll like it,” she offered him the glass, picking up her own and drinking nearly half of it on the first sip. “Tiggs is adding our tab to the senate’s again,” Lyra smirked at Obi-Wan over the rim of her glass.

Obi-Wan tilted her glass towards Lyra and Anakin, “I’ll drink to that.” He lifted his own class and took a slow sip. “And I’ll drink to that kriffing Council meeting being over.” Obi-Wan quickly knocked back the remainder of his first drink and Tiggs almost immediately brought over another one. “For the record, sending both of you, either of you, to Kessel was not my idea. I was just outvoted on the issue.”

“I guessed,” Lyra finished her own first drink and pushed it towards the end of the table, indicating that she too was ready for a second. “I’m here to fill Ani in though on my last mission to Kessel, figured it might be umm, helpful insight.” Lyra and Obi-Wan hadn’t included Anakin in on the conversation yet and he was beginning to feel rather left out.

“Oh you need to finish the rest of your drink for this one, Anakin.” Obi-Wan addressed his Padawan, “and then maybe another one or two after that.”

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Dance of the Sith - Anakin Skywalker

━━┅━━━┅━━ 𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 ━━┅━━━┅━━ Amira is a proud and ruthless Sith apprentice, who would rather be feared by her enemies than loved or respected. She is determined to prove her worth, and is dedicated to the Sith cause. Anakin is a dedicated warrior for the Republic and a brave and honourable Jedi Knight. He is loyal to his duty and committed to justice, but he would also do anything to defend those he cares about. While their ideologies may differ, they both share a deep connection and mutual respect for one another. Their weeks together on the remote planet provide the opportunity to forge the bonds of their love and grow close despite their differences. PLAYLIST: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/35ot2gpeoB7T4Ua5TJjgq4 WHERE TO READ: https://www.wattpad.com/user/DuckPanda 

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roadtrip IV

pairing: anakin x reader (modern au)

summary: you and anakin discuss last night’s events and try to have a normal day on the beach… to no avail.

warnings: suggestive comments

words: 2.3k

a/n: i’m just realizing how slow this story is progressing, but i hope y’all are liking the way it’s going. don’t worry i have a plan for the reader to get their revenge next chapter. as always, much love! <3

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part III

The next morning you roll over on the couch. The sun was shining through the sliding glass doors that lead to the small porch overlooking the beach. Your head was pounding. Of course you had a weed hangover. You grab your phone off of the coffee table.

10:23 a.m.

You wondered if Anakin was awake. You didn't want things to be awkward after last night especially because you aren't even sure if he meant what he said.

But you and Anakin have been best friends since you were babies. You've seen each other in your best and worse times. You doubt this minor situation will affect anything.

Your head continues to pound as you sit up.

The bright morning sunlight shines through the glass doors, and the cool sea breeze hits your face.

You look at your phone, and see a text message from Anakin.

"Hey, are you awake?"

Anakin's text message is the only evidence of last night's events, but you're certain he still remembers.

You roll your eyes at his message. He's too lazy to just walk out of the bedroom to come check.

You get up off of the couch and open the bedroom door to see Anakin twisted in the bedsheets with his hair sticking up in different places. You assumed he was in the same place you were with the whole weed hangover.

"You literally could've just walked out and checked to see if I was awake."

Anakin rolls over, and speaks with a tired tone of voice.

"I'm just tired, okay? Give me a second..."

His eyes look bloodshot, and you get the sense that he's had quite a heavy night.

Anakin yawns, and looks at you.

"Hey..."

You get in the bed, laying your head on one of the pillows and face Anakin.

"Hi..."

Anakin smiles at you, but the smile quickly disappears from his face.

He sits up in bed, and rubs his eyes.

Anakin lets out a deep breath, and looks at you.

"Look... about last night..."

His voice is hesitant, and you get the impression that he's trying to find the words to express his thoughts.

"Did I really say all of that?"

"Look it's fine. I already know what you are going to say, it was a mistake. You don't have to explain yourself." You sit up as well.

Anakin looks at you, and then speaks with a nervous chuckle.

"Well here's the thing... I don't think it was a mistake... and it wasn't just the weed talking either."

He pauses for a moment, and looks at you with a sense of vulnerability.

"I meant that. Every word... I've felt that way for a long time..."

"If you really meant that, you wouldn't have been sleeping around with Padme." You get off the bed and start to make your way to the door.

Anakin stands up, and starts to follow you.

"Wait. It's not like that. When I'm with you, it just feels different. The way you look at me, the way you touch me...."

Anakin's voice becomes deeper, and more sincere.

"It feels like you actually want me. Like you actually care. But it never feels like that with Padme."

"But you still want her. It's obvious. Look Ani. I've always loved you. I've always wanted you. I've always looked at you as more than a friend. You can't say the same. You can't blame me for being skeptical. You need to figure out your emotions, and I'm willing to let you do that." You tell him.

"In the meantime, let's make our last week of summer count. After this we won't get to see each other every day. I don't know about you but I'm going to the beach."

Anakin pauses for a moment, and then sighs.

"I understand why you feel like this, but believe me... it isn't true..."

Anakin looks at you, and then smiles slightly.

"But yeah... we should definitely enjoy the last few days of our summer together. Then afterwards, I'd be happy to have a chance to show you I really meant everything I said last night."

He walks over to you, and puts his arm around your shoulder.

You sling his arm off of you and laugh.

"I'm gonna change and pack us lunch so we can just eat on the beach. We can meet on the balcony."

Anakin nods silently, and walks out of the room.

From the hallway, you hear Anakin calling out to you.

"I'll see you on the balcony then!"

The words still hang in the air, and you can't help but replay what happened last night in your mind.

Was Anakin just playing a trick on you, or did he really mean what he said?

Either way, you can't help but wonder how the rest of your summer is gonna go...

You step out on the balcony to see Anakin already there in his swim trunks and a cut of shirt. You couldn't help but to let your eyes linger on his toned arms.

He had a towel slung over his shoulder and a pair of sunglasses propped on his head.

You had on your swimsuit and sunglasses. All your essentials (and Anakin's since you basically had to pack everything for him) were in a big beach bag in your right hand, while the small cooler containing lunch for the both of you, was in your left.

Anakin smiles at you, and looks at the small cooler in your arm.

"Thanks."

Anakin takes the cooler out of your hand, and kisses you on the cheek.

You feel his lips on your face, and you smile slightly.

Anakin sets the cooler on the balcony, and then looks out at the ocean.

"Should we head out to the beach then?"

"Yeah, I think I grabbed everything."

You both walk down the steps on the balcony that lead to the beach.

Anakin walks ahead of you, and kicks up small patches of sand while he walks.

You follow behind him, and the two of you walk along the sandy beach-shore towards the ocean.

The sound of the waves hitting the shoreline fill your ears, and the smell of salty ocean air fills your nose.

As you walk, Anakin's hand brushes against your knee.

When you turn to look at him, you can see that he's grinning.

He's always been flirty with you throughout your teenage years, but it's gotten more intense since last night.

The beach wasn't too crowded. You and Anakin picked the spot in front of the small house you had rented for the week and laid out your towels and sat all your stuff down.

The two of you lay down on your towels, and Anakin wraps an arm around you as you look out at the ocean.

The sun shines brightly, and the sand feels hot on your skin.

You look at Anakin, and he smiles softly at you from underneath his sunglasses.

"I know you didn't pack it, but can I have some suntan lotion?"

Anakin speaks with a joking tone, and you notice a slight redness starting to form on his bare shoulders and arms.

"Ha ha. You're so funny." You glare at him.

You dig through the big bag and finally find the sunscreen and toss it to Anakin.

Anakin catches the bottle, and starts to rub the lotion on his arms.

As he applies the lotion, his arm brushes against your thigh.

Anakin continues to speak in a joking tone, and his eyes flash at you as he says the next words:

"Hey there. Mind helping me get my back too?"

"Sure."

Usually this wouldn't be weird. But after last night...

You grab the bottle of sunscreen and squirt a generous amount on the palm of your hand. You rub it in between your hands for a second to warm it up then bring your hand to Anakin's back.

You work your way from his shoulders to his lower back, rubbing in the lotion. You could feel his muscles stiffen and flex as you ran your hands gently over them.

Anakin lets out a grunt, and tilts his head to the side to give you better access to his back.

You can feel the muscles in Anakin's back flexing and clenching under your touch.

His face is flushed, and he looks at you with his sunglasses on.

You can't help but notice how close you are together, and how intimate this moment feels at this particular moment.

"There." You say as you finish.

Anakin sits up and looks at you.

"You need some sunscreen too, want some help?"

"Uh..." You hesitate.

Anakin speaks with a teasing tone, and puts his sunglasses on top of his head.

"C'mon... I won't bite..."

He smiles at you, and waits for your response.

You can feel your face flushing, as Anakin's words from last night echo through your head.

"Fine. Just... don't make it weird."

You answer, with slight hesitation in your voice.

You lay down on your stomach on your towel so Anakin has easy access to your body.

Anakin kneels down on the towel, and starts to apply the sunscreen to your bare-back.

His hands brush your skin, as he slowly and gently rubs in the lotion.

Your skin begins to tingle, and you can feel Anakin's body so close to yours.

Anakin continues to speak with a joking tone as he rubs sunscreen on your back.

"Well if I were to bite you... where would you want me to bite you..."

"Anakin." You say in a stern tone.

If you weren't giving him time to sort his shit out with Padme right now, there are so many things you would've said.

Anakin stops applying sunscreen for a moment, and takes his sunglasses off.

He turns his head, and looks at you with a slight smirk.

"What? I'm just asking..."

Anakin's tone is playful, though there's a hint of something else mixed into it.

"I just thought it would be fun to ask... especially when I'm already this close to your skin. It's tempting..."

Anakin brings his sunglasses back down to his eyes, and resumes applying sunscreen to your back.

You just continue laying there leaving him in silence for an answer. You didn't want to say something stupid, so you said nothing at all.

Anakin smiles to himself, and continues applying sunscreen to your back.

He slowly works down to your lower back, where he pauses his work for a moment.

Anakin runs his hands up and down your lower back, and then leans closer to you.

His breath hits your neck as he whispers the next words.

"I think I know where I want to bite you..."

He leans forward, and places his mouth on your back.

You feel Anakin's lips on your skin, and you're instantly reminded of last night.

You immediately shiver.

"Anakin." You breath out.

"No. I'm not doing this while you are still involved with Padme."

You sit up.

Anakin sighs softly, and stands up.

He takes a step back, and puts on his sunglasses once again.

Anakin looks at you seriously, though you hear a joking tone in his voice once again.

"Fine. But I'll just have to bite you tonight when we go back to the house."

Anakin grins, and then runs his hands through his hair.

"But I promise that I'll make it worth your while..."

"Figure your shit out. Make up your mind. Then we can continue." You say straight-forwardly.

"Alright... but I'm still gonna bite you tonight. Just so you know."

Anakin keeps a slight smirk on his face, and then sits down next to you on the towel.

He looks out at the ocean and sighs softly.

"So... I didn't expect us to be here."

You can feel the tension in Anakin's voice, and you know he's still trying to process what happened last night.

"Me and Padme... I don't know what to do right now..."

"I don't want to talk about her. When I say 'figure it out' that means to figure it out in your own mind."

You roll over and dig your book out of your bag and begin to read while laying under the hot sun.

Anakin sits there in silence next to you, and looks at you holding your book.

He stares at you for a moment, and then speaks up.

"Can I ask you a question?"

He pauses for a moment, and then looks down at his hands.

"You've gotta know by now how I feel about you right? I mean, it may have been kinda obvious at times... but I just want to know what you think..."

Anakin looks at you with a slight smile, and you feel a bit of hope surge within you.

"You're making it awkward. I told you to forget about it for now. Let's just hang out like usual. Like best friends." You sigh.

Anakin remains silent for a moment, as if he's trying to process your words.

"Yeah... alright then."

Anakin sighs softly and leans back on his towel.

You and Anakin lay side by side in silence, looking out at the ocean.

The sun beats down on your skin, and for the first time you realize how close the two of you are laying together.

Anakin leans over and bumps his shoulder with yours.

He stares out at the ocean, and you feel the hair on his arms softly brush against your skin.

It's going to be hard for you to resist Anakin for the rest of the trip, but you want to make sure he's actually over Padme before you get romantically involved him. It would destroy you if you thought he was finally your and he ran back to Padme again. But you will wait for him. As long as it takes.

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The Guardian

Chapter 2: The Revelation

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Warnings: hella abandonment, angst, mention of deceased character, banter, fluff, self-doubt, lore-building, reference to enslavement, reference to life-threatening danger.

Summary: In the evening, as the four of you arrive at the shelter, Obi-Wan becomes curious about your past from this time of rest and conversation. While Anakin and Ahsoka conduct repairs the next morning, Obi-Wan decides to stay behind to find answers, his unclear intentions putting you on edge. What he discovers, however, will change his, Anakin's, and the Galaxy's future forever.

Song Inspo: Superwoman — Alicia Keys

Words: 7.2K (it's a big boi)

A/n: THANK YOUUU for the wonderful messages, likes, and reblogs. You’ve made my week! I'm planning on making a taglist so message me if you'd like to be on it. Was so excited to write this one for y’all. Keep your thoughts coming 🥹 Also, poor obi (we mess with him a lil’ in this one 😅)

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Sometimes a ‘mistake’ can end up being the best decision you’ve ever made — Mandy Hale

The journey to the shelter was tiring, but serene. Snow begun to fall a few hours into the trip, its accumulation gradually adding to the weight on your shoulders and boots. Yet you were distracted from the intensifying ache in every joint by the allure of nature’s frosty expanse. The beauty of each shimmering flake accented by the setting sun made you fall in love with Hoth all over again.

Oh, and that sunset. Its red and orange and yellow hues blended together in their final dance before dusk. A pleasant yet shocking contrast to the landscape’s muted whites and shaded grays.

Yes, it was challenging at times, and if you were truly honest with yourself, each moment felt like part of some long, never-ending trial. Everyday, the instant your skin met the chilly outdoors, you were perpetually on high alert. The wildlife was vicious and unpredictable, the terrain bare, the climate deadly.

But then, there were the majesties— the snowfall, the half-light shades, the way the light reflected off milky surfaces all around you. In moments like these, you felt deeply intertwined with the world, even though you’ve never really explored it. Yet despite your isolation, you’ve always found a way to make the most of it. You had a knack for manufacturing fun in the most bleak circumstances. But even that’s been hard to do in the last decade.

You missed him. You really did. And you wondered every second whether this would be the day he returned. Your friend, your mentor, your…

You couldn’t say it. Your heart ached boundlessly.

You’d tell him face-to-face once he returned. And you knew he’d return.

No matter how long he’d been away, sometimes months at a time, he would always bring you the most delectable treats from a place called Corellia. Sweet rolls, if you remember correctly. On the first day of visiting weeks, whether you were studying, training, or reading through old legends, the moment you heard the distant rumble of his shuttle’s engines, you took off sprinting. Up the ladder you’d go, holobooks thrown to the side in chaos, as you booked it to his favorite landing spot. You’d always forget your cloak, making your meeting with the freezing snow an unwelcome one. But you weren’t deterred, not even by the ship’s manufactured mini snow devils that swayed your stance and blinded your vision.

He was always quick to shut off the power before you reached him, opening the door to lightly reprimand you for getting too close to the ship when he was trying to land. But you had only one response.

“Did you bring the sweet rolls?”

And he would laugh, heartily. And reach into his robe to pull out the most mouthwatering fluffed sweet you’d ever seen. You’d grab it with a wide grin, biting your lip as you salivated before running back into the shelter. He’d smile gently at your retreating form. Not that you’ve ever seen it, but his fondness brimmed the air.

You’d wonder if he was reminiscing too, wherever he was. Maybe he was staring up at the same stars as you. Maybe he was on his way here at this very second.

“Y/n?”

Obi-Wan pulled you out of your fantasies with a gentle tap of the shoulder. You turned to him, continuing to walk alongside the man while Ahsoka and Anakin took their turn on Meetra. When you offered your spot to Obi-Wan an hour earlier, he declined, claiming he preferred to walk.

“Are we nearing the shelter? I don’t see any structures around us.” He questioned while observing his surroundings.

“Don’t worry,” you reassured. “It’s right up here.”

You took a few more steps, checking the distance for certain landmarks. The batch of ice caves to the Southeast stood about two kilometers from the small, folded ice mountains to the West. Yes, this looked right, you thought to yourself before kneeling to the ground.

The travelers watched you quizzically as you began to shovel away snow with your hands and arms, the sleet melting and soaking into your thick gloves. Anakin and Ahsoka demounted, inching closer to get a better look. After a few more labored scoops of hardened ice, a glimmer caught your eye. You cleared the sludge collecting around the metal panel, finding a handle, and pulling it up. The hatch fell open with a clang.

“I live beneath the surface.”

You pulled the sack off your back and dragged it in front of you, opening it slightly to grab a few tufts of lichen which you promptly tossed over to Meetra. She huffed contently, leaning over to enjoy her feast. After closing the bag and tossing it back over your shoulder, you shuffled to position yourself over the entryway ladder before beginning the climb down. One at a time, each traveler followed your descent.

—

Obi-Wan reached the bottom of the rickety ladder that swayed with each step before turning to take in the dimly lit shelter. He was amazed. The older Jedi soon realized that the entire structure was an old starship encased in thick ice and packed snow. There were stacks of holobooks, even some hard copy novels, scattered across the left wall around an old, tattered bunk. A built-in desk sat on the opposite side, a datapad lying neatly in the center. Most notably, colorful blankets with varying patterns, thickness, and textures were strewn throughout the cabin, some neatly folded and others stretched out like a Tooka cat. A large maroon curtain with reflective gold stitches and floral tones hung toward the far end, likely concealing a separate room. A table and two chairs stood in the nearby corner. Steel storage tins often used to store smaller items on starships were scattered against the walls, contents unknown.

“Your quarters are beautiful!” Ahsoka exclaimed as her feet met the floor.

She strolled right over to a particular forest green-based textile with honey-shaded swirls. The young Padawan lifted it, feeling the charming item between her fingers. “Where did you get all of these colorful fabrics?”

“I’m not sure. They were all gifts from a friend.”

Obi-Wan noticed your downcast expression as you turned away from the group, placing your bag on the desk.

Meanwhile, Anakin examined the shelter’s walls by the holobooks, similarly feeling the material with the pads of his fingers. He checked its thickness with a light knock.

“Huh,” he thought out loud, before turning toward the gracious host. “Is this a scouting vessel? It reminds me of something I’ve read about the old Duros vessels.”

Obi-Wan hid his astonishment, biting his tongue to hide a cheeky comment about Anakin’s reading escapades that seeped into his thoughts.

You turned back around, this time with a bright smile resting on your face. “Yes, it is! It’s been here long before I ever was.”

Anakin continued to pore over his surroundings, lightly crossing each arm.

“Do you know a lot about ancient vessels?” You inquired before opening the sack and pulling out a clump of… moss? You promptly examined it. “I’ve collected lots of information about them. It helps me understand this shelter better. You’ll probably find something about your ship in one of my holobooks, depending on its age.”

Obi-Wan watched as you finished your botanical observations, placing the moss on your desk.

“Thanks!” Anakin said, kneeling to inspect your collection. “Snips?” He motioned at Ahsoka who promptly joined him.

As the two searched for information about the shuttle from your extensive collection, Obi-Wan decided to try approaching you once more. He walked slowly, but confidently, warning you with his presence with a question.

“What is that?”

Your eyes grazed his briefly before returning your focus, pulling apart the mystery plant.

“This, is lichen.” You answered. “It needs time and space to defrost.”

You glanced at Obi-Wan who was slightly taken aback by the intensity of your unnaturally shimmering silver eyes staring deep into his, but he didn’t dare show it.

“Eat it before it’s fully defrosted and your stomach will not be happy.”

The older Jedi raised his eyebrows in amusement. “Duly noted.” He paused, combing over your words once more. “Is this what you’ve survived on during your time here?”

“Only recently.” You shook some ice dollops off a particularly shaggy clump of lichen. “I used to get rations and the occasional batch of medicinal goods, but that was many years ago.”

Obi-Wan’s head tilted. “Oh? What changed? Did cargo ships stop coming to Hoth?”

“No. Cargo ships had no reason to be here. The occasional group of hunters, sure. But as long as I’ve been here, I’ve never seen any working civilization that requested supplies.”

“So, who aided you?” He asked.

“A friend.”

He hummed, pulling at a strand of hair and twisting it with his fingers. Obi-Wan was intrigued by your vagueness, hoping to further inquire into your story and learn the details you seemed to openly avoid sharing.

“Here,” you tossed him a large clump of lichen.

He barely caught it against his chest in surprise, surveying you in delighted curiosity.

“Get to work,” you teased.

He smiled, pausing to watch you carefully before copying your actions with the frigid, crystallized vegetation. The olive-tinted herb felt rough beneath his fingers, and as he pulled it apart, he thought to himself.

There seemed to be more to you. Obi-Wan believed this largely in view of his past exposure to secluded beings. These encounters granted the bearded Jedi broad experience with aloof, nefarious, and aggressive personalities from pirates to wartime saboteurs. Yet his superficial impressions of your disposition— outward confidence and affable charisma— did not align with these assumptions.

That ushered him toward a new rationalization— you may not be here by choice. It could potentially explain your obscurity, Obi-Wan thought. Especially if you were being held here against your will, and feared your detainer. If he wanted to at least see if he could help, Obi-Wan would need to gather more information. It was the least he could do given the warmth you’ve shown three stranded Jedi, or who you thought were lost travelers.

“Found it!” Ahsoka yelled from behind Obi-Wan.

He finished tearing his last moss clod, leaving it on the desk before turning around.

“Emissary-class shuttle owner’s workshop manual.” She sighed with relief with a victorious beam as she shook the holobook in the air to make her point.

Obi-Wan watched as Anakin squinted at the media before turning to you quizzically. “Why do you have a holobook dedicated to obscure ancient manuals?”

“There isn’t much else to do as the sole sentient being on an ice planet,” you deadpanned.

Obi-Wan internally chuckled at your infallible logic.

Anakin seemed equally unimpressed. “Touché.”

Obi-Wan was shocked by how effectively a stranger dealt with Anakin’s lip. No argument, no snide remark from his former Padawan. Just, acceptance.

He gazed at you, really stared, hoping to get a stronger sense of your force. To better understand you. But when he concentrated on your life energy, he couldn’t find it. Despite the Force’s link to everything in the galaxy, it seemed that didn’t include you.

Maybe you were, in fact, a criminal. Extremely adept at hiding the truth. Obi-Wan thought it quite possible that he missed key indications of illicitness, thanks to this strangely dormant force signature within you. In that case, he would need to stay on guard. It would be unfortunate if the group of Jedi had to defend against an attempted robbery in addition to crash landing on a deserted ice planet, even if it was three to one. But it would be even more serious if this whole meeting was instead a larger Separatist ploy to isolate and trap two powerful generals. But Obi-Wan wouldn’t let that theory hold much water for long. He knew war had made him somewhat paranoid. Either way, the older Jedi found it necessary to learn more about you during this accidental detour to Hoth.

You interrupted the silence before he could continue his analysis.

“There will be plenty of time to read the manual in the morning.” You advised. “I recommend you all sleep soon. The shelter keeps us warmer underground, but the temperature will still drop drastically soon. It’s best to sleep through it.”

Obi-Wan was warmed by your compassion. “Thank you for your concern.”

He turned to his former Padawan with a knowing look. It was doubtful that Anakin would follow your instructions, he thought. But it’s still better to be polite. At least Obi-Wan certainly knew from the pull of his eyelids and the discomfort in his knees that he would accept your guidance. Even if you were a criminal, it was nearly impossible to steal from a Jedi, even during sleep.

“We will take your advice.”

“Feel free to use the various linens. The bunk is also open to you. Good night.”

Obi-Wan watched as you turned on your heel and walked toward the curtains behind you, disappearing behind them.

He stared at the shimmering, dark red screen that separated the two of you. His conclusion was that you were an enigma, and Obi-Wan found that fascinating. His curiosity was always piqued by the unknown, which would drive his exploratory mind. There seemed to be so much more to you, but he could only scratch the surface. Your intelligence, kindness, and resourcefulness reminded him of great leaders’ and soldiers’ personalities. And yet, here you were, a solitudinarian on a distant planet in the Outer Rim, spending your days reading old holobooks or collecting moss. More and more, he doubted that you had any unlawful connections. But there was still surely more to your story.

He needed to learn who you were, how you got here, and the identity of this mysterious friend, hoping that these answers assured you were here by choice. As a Jedi, however, he was primarily obligated to discover why he failed to register your life force. He wished, no, he found it imperative to solve this mystery before departing from the planet. Though he also hoped to respect your privacy, not prod into your being and mind when you were winding down to rest. Obi-Wan hoped to avoid that altogether unless absolutely necessary. He was The Negotiator after all, and he knew well that gathering information through a conversation rather than prying at your mind would lead to more trust and a clearer picture in the long run.

Obi-Wan’s ears caught shuffling behind him. He twisted to watch Ahsoka collect a few fabrics across the floor while Anakin hunkered down around the holobooks with a few nearby blankets. Obi-Wan snapped a mental image of the scene. He doubted he would ever again have the rare privilege to glimpse at Anakin and a pile of holobooks so intimately collected with brows dipped in concentration. He was clearly desperate to leave this planet, a cold twin to Tatooine. The moment they landed, Obi-Wan was sure that in the back of Anakin’s mind, he was struggling with his memories as a slave boy. This detour was too much of a reminder. Manuals and shuttle specs seemed to serve as his distraction, but he knew it wasn’t enough.

The older Jedi too began to prepare for night, strolling over to the empty cot. He sat in the center, elbows digging into each knee as he rested his chin on the backs of his fingers. For the first time in weeks, Obi-Wan felt comfortable, safe even. There was no last-minute mission, no sleeping on a battlefield, no late-night reports. And it was quiet, peaceful. He scanned the shelter once more, thinking he might get the best sleep he’s had in months.

And he was right.

—

You woke slowly, gently granting your mind room to register its consciousness. Your limbs stirred, testing the width of your linens. In time, each eye relaxed open. Stretching both arms, you sat up, settling into reality as you observed your comfy surroundings in dull lighting. Your bed was soft beneath you with four layers of blankets weighing your form down in its warmth. All that fit in the pilot’s cabin was your bed with limited walking room, but you enjoyed the small space with its elevated concentration of heat and bare walls.

The exhaustion and excitement of yesterday’s trek slowed your morning routine. Your thighs ached from the hours traveling with Meetra, and the detour didn’t help. Glancing at your damp gear sprawled on the floor, you determined it would be at least another couple of hours until your boots, gloves, and fur cloak had dried. You fell back into the mattress with a sigh, bouncing slightly at the impact. You would have been happy to rest for a few more hours. But the moment your head hit the pillow, you knew there was too much to do to lie around. Primarily, addressing the three travelers in the main cabin.

You threw your legs off the bed’s side and pushed yourself off to stand, tossing on a thinner cloak that hung next to you before drawing back the curtains in a slight stumble. Perhaps you should have taken more time to wake.

“Good morning.”

You looked up at Obi-Wan who sat comfortably at your table, legs folded and Holobook in hand.

“Mornin’.” You replied with a smile.

With a stronger gate, you sauntered toward the pile of lichen that had defrosted overnight. A ravenous ache pulled at your stomach as you reached the desk to determine its digestibility. In that moment, you realized you’d forgotten to have supper, and now you were suffering the consequences. Nevertheless, A quick test of the lichen’s plasticity between your index finger and thumb brought out its slimy texture. Perfect. Breakfast was soon to be served.

You briefly glanced back at Obi-Wan. He seemed engrossed in the text before him. “I’m glad you’re enjoying my collection.”

“You have more holobooks of The Old Republic legends than I’ve ever known any one individual to own.” He exclaimed, eyes glued to the screen.

“They’re my favorite stories.”

You leaned over beside the desk to reach into a storage box, pulling out a pair of plates and a couple forks. While in the middle of placing them on the desk, you suddenly recalled exactly who those stories were about.

“Sleep well?” You quickly interjected. The slight pause turned your head. Obi-Wan looked as if he was about to sneeze right at you, but it was more likely that you’d interrupted him mid-thought with your change in topic.

Seemingly disappointed, he readjusted, rolling his shoulders and returning to his story.

“Yes, I did.”

You began to line the plates with lichen. “You and your companions are welcome to my facilities. There’s a trapdoor behind the curtain that will lead you there.”

His features lightened once more. “I’m quite alright.”

Obi-Wan rotated, this time fully facing you in his seat, uncrossing his legs with a hand loosely holding the holobook to the side. “Are you usually this kind to strange travelers?”

Having finished plating the lichen, you picked up both dishes, making your way over to Obi-Wan.

“Only the charming ones.” You winked as you placed breakfast on the table.

Obi-Wan chuckled at your whit, but couldn’t hide the light blush that grazed his cheeks. He quickly buried his face back into the holobook, but you wouldn’t make it that easy.

“Where did everyone go?” You asked.

You used your fork to stick then toss a clump of lichen in your mouth. Its musty tang perfumed your senses, leaving a bitter aftertaste as it slipped along your tongue.

He examined the food before him curiously, picking up a fork to test its consistency.

“They went to fix the shuttle. Anakin stayed up all night reading that manual of yours then departed early this morning with Ahsoka.” He lifted a small piece and took an experimental bite.

“Where does he find the energy?” You exclaimed as you observed him struggle to swallow politely. You tried to hide your faint giggle with a cough.

He shrugged. “Only the Maker knows.”

The cabin echoed with the light clinking of your fork and plate as you continued to eat. “So why are you here?”

Obi-Wan eyed you pointedly. “I enjoy your company far more.”

Despite his confident demeanor, you sensed his intentions reached far beyond his outward manner. It didn’t feel malicious at all. Just, different. As if courtesy and inquisitiveness were not his only motivations.

Your imagination must be getting the best of you, you thought, brushing off your concerns fairly quickly. The man didn’t look like he could hurt a Saccorian grain fly. It was easy to assume that strangers on Hoth had ulterior motives, largely due to your many dealings with pirates and hunters in the last few years. Yet you continued to help them when you crossed paths, even though you were often betrayed. Whether that meant a robbery attempt or something more nefarious. But no matter the threat, no stranger on Hoth has ever posed much danger to you. This wouldn’t be very different.

“Do you say that to all the singular planetary beings you meet?” You teased.

He relaxed into a gentle smirk, returning to the holobook confidently. “Only the kind-hearted ones.”

You beamed at his charm.

Yet, concern still tugged at the back of your mind. He still seemed to be hiding something.

“So how did you come to Hoth?” He inquired.

You struggled internally for a moment as you examined the man. There was no cloud covering that statement, no alternative meaning. It appeared he hoped to understand you better out of pure curiosity, and not for any personal gain.

But why? Why not aid his companions to hasten their escape from this icy trap? Because your company was so pleasant? No, something wasn’t adding up. You must have been reading him wrong. Best to keep it vague. To stay safe, and keep your promise.

“I was brought here when I was young. There are some dangerous people who aren’t my biggest fan.”

Obi-Wan’s eyebrow lifted as he watched you carefully. “Dangerous people? What did you do?”

You grinned, finding his overly troubled demeanor for the safety of a stranger endearing.

“Nothing yet. They just don’t like the idea of what I might do because of an old story.”

Obi-Wan nodded, unconvinced. “And I assume your friend brought you here.”

“Yes, he understood my background and brought me here to train.”

Obi-Wan perked up, raising his eyebrows. “To train you?” He questioned, staring intently.

His interest was beginning to concern you. It was time for you to be more cautious when formulating responses.

“To protect myself.”

“Ah,” he nodded, but a hair dissatisfied. “What is he like?” He leaned back again with the holobook, as if pretending to be less interested. “You friend.”

“Well,” you thought for a moment. “I suppose he’s more like a mentor.”

His eyes shot up, and you hesitated once more. Obi-Wan must have noticed as he conveyed an encouraging smile, motioning for you to continue while returning to his story.

You sighed, looking up at the ceiling, your lichen long forgotten as you tried to picture him. You endeavored to visualize your memories on the cold, rounded metal hull above.

“He’s wise, soft-spoken, the kindest man you’d ever meet.” You emphasized. “He always makes sure I’m focusing on the here and now.”

You paused.

“Sometimes I’d put the weight of the world on my shoulders and he would always knock me down a peg.” A laugh escaped you, head falling in mirth.

Obi-Wan’s warm eyes glistened as you calmed. You took a moment to ruminate further, returning your gaze upwards, nose wrinkling.

“I-“ you paused as a wave of sadness washed over you. “I miss him.”

You looked back down at Obi-Wan. A swirl of emotions played on his face. Sympathy, mostly, but an air of curiosity seemed to bubble underneath.

“He sounds lovely.”

His words felt authentic, but the battle within Obi-Wan that danced so clearly around him was hard to ignore. You were beginning to question your delicate trust in the man. The many questions with veiled intent suggested that he may know your true identity. And if he avoided asking you directly, it could point to dark motives, or a malicious plan.

His highly inquisitive behavior up to this point had subconsciously fueled your anxiety. Your suspicions could no longer be shunned. Despite hoping to steer clear of invading the privacy of these travelers, it seemed that you had no choice. You needed to know more. For your own sake, if not for your mentor’s. He told you to stay safe, and you weren’t going to break that promise. Avoiding scrutinizing this group’s true intentions was too much of a risk to that.

His eyes were still set on you, so you returned the favor. You stared deeply into his gaze, preparing to investigate the roots of his being, until you saw it. In the reflection of his eyes, something strange sparkled. You refocused your vision on his retinas, a crease forming on your forehead. And what you saw felt like lighting to your core.

You launched from your chair, knocking it over as you stumbled a few steps away from the stranger, mouth hung open and eyes wide.

“Who are you?” You asked firmly, making each vowel distinct.

You felt tricked, made a fool. You let your guard down a few times in these many years of caution, but this time would be terribly different. This wasn’t the average hunter or trader. This was an entirely different animal. And you were about to pay the price of this mistake with your life. Unless, you did something quick.

Obi-Wan, on the other hand, seemed perplexed at your sudden change. He watched you with concern.

“Are you alright?” He acted carefully. “Did I say something wrong?”

But this time, you refused to believe his seemingly empty words. “No more games.”

He slowly stood with his hands up as if surrendering while your backward creep accelerated.

“Who are you?! How did you find me?!” Your patience was wearing thin.

Obi-Wan took a wary step forward, hands remaining lifted. “I’m not sure I understand.”

Another step.

“Could you explain?”

You felt the curtain brush against the pads of your fingers as you finally reached it. His continued steady approach had you feeling cornered. It was time to act now. You slipped your right hand behind the divide, feeling the wall for your hanging weapon while keeping your sight trained on Obi-Wan.

Finally, you felt the cold metal hilt. You wrapped your fingers around it and held it tight, keeping it trained behind the curtain.

“I’m warning you…”

He took another step forward.

There was no longer a choice. You activated and thrust your lightsaber in front of you, its gray hue created a pocket of hot light in the shelter between the two of you. Its tip hung inches from his chest.

“Not. Another. Step.” You warned rigidly.

—

Obi-Wan’s mind was racing. New thoughts and questions stumbled over each other in an endless stampede of disorientation.

Hours ago, he advised Anakin and Ahsoka to attempt shuttle repairs without him for the chance to discover your truth. He was convinced now that you were no thief. The older Jedi checked his pockets and lightsaber to ensure everything was in place when he awoke at daybreak. It would have been the best opportunity to strike, and yet, you didn’t take it.

Obi-Wan’s priorities centered. He needed to understand why your life force was unreadable, why your presence on this planet was shrouded in mystery, and why a person who seemed so dedicated to others chose to live in isolation, assuming you had any say in the matter.

When he explored your collections this morning, Obi-Wan was intrigued by the sheer number of Old Republic Jedi tales included. He found it especially telling when you claimed they were your favorite, but lost the opportunity to probe that declaration further.

Regardless of this small success, Obi-Wan’s efforts to connect with your signal proved fruitless. As the breakfast conversation continued, he tried to explore the space around and within you. But still, he felt, nothing. No matter how deeply he engrained himself into the Force, he could not glean one iota of life from you. It obfuscated his mind with theories as he struggled to rationalize this anomaly, but not one postulation had real merit.

So, he switched tactics, relying on his talents as a master negotiator. Yet even then, he perceived little progress. Obi-Wan did gain ground when he learned why you’ve spent so many years alone on Hoth. He was interested, yet bothered, by the possible threat to your life, wondering how a being so harmless could attract such dangers. Such conclusions opened the door to more inquiries.

But then, he learned about your ‘friend.’ How he taught you self-defense and emanated qualities of insight, thoughtfulness, and tranquility— all characteristics that were highly familiar to the Jedi. He reasoned, no, hoped that his suspicions were correct. That he knew this unidentified man. But just when he was about to pose that quintessential query, something went exceptionally wrong.

Now he stood very cautiously, hoping to de-escalate this rapidly spiraling situation.

At least one question had been answered. He finally felt a strong force signature within you, like water through a collapsed dam. And if all was calm, he may have even asked you how you were able to so completely conceal your energy readings.

But now, there were many, far more pressing inquiries that mandated answers, he thought, as he stared down the blade of a Gray Jedi.

“Y/n.” Obi-Wan soothed, dropping his arms beside him. “I promise I will not harm you. And I will respond to any questions you may have about who we are. But I must ask you something very important first.” He watched you closely for any change, but all he could feel was frustrated suspicion radiating off your figure.

“First, you tell me who you really are.” You demanded.

“I am Obi-Wan Kenobi, a Jedi. We are tasked with preserving peace in the galaxy.” He explained, clasping his hands behind him.

“You’re a Jedi?” You questioned, the lightsaber’s point faltering slightly.

“Yes,” he continued in a calm, clear tone. “Y/n, I must know the name of your friend.”

You hesitated, causing his eyes to soften. Whatever he did to scare you profoundly triggered deep regret within him. He hoped to regain the trust of a possibly abandoned Jedi, especially if his speculations proved true.

“Please.” He breathed.

You loosened ever so slightly. “His name is Qui-Gon Jinn.”

Even though he somewhat surmised this truth, Obi-Wan was still taken aback. He took a step away, turning from you as he tried to wipe off the shock pooling around his parted lips. He sensed you further lower your lightsaber in confusion, now aiming it at the ground.

Obi-Wan breathed deeply as he reminisced about his former master. He remembers the many times throughout the years in which Qui-Gon disappeared without informing him or The Council of his travels. He always thought it was just his Master’s nature. His independence and desire to make his own path shine through. Little did Obi-Wan know, Qui-Gon Jinn was raising and training a new Padawan in secret. Yet still, some young piece of Obi-Wan was not surprised. This certainly seemed like something his old Master would do.

He turned back to you, a wistful expression poking through his racing thoughts. “Qui-Gon Jinn was my master.”

He watched as you deactivated your saber, letting your arm fall to the side at this revelation. Your lips slightly parted, eyes searching the older Jedi for any possible mistake before reluctantly settling into the truth. “Was?”

Obi-Wan sighed. “He died ten years ago fighting the Sith on Naboo.”

Horror invaded your features. Waves of sadness and despair poured out of your being as you gently staggered to a nearby wall, steadying against it with your head hanging between your arms. Obi-Wan’s heart dropped, knowing all too well how you felt. He swiftly moved behind you, gently squeezing your shoulder.

“I’m so very sorry,” he whispered into your ear.

Obi-Wan felt your shoulder rise and fall as long, shaky breaths filled the air. He couldn’t imagine not only losing your Master, but likely the only other being you’ve truly known. The blue-eyed Jedi realized your world was crashing down before you.

But somehow, after only a few moments, your breathing stabilized. Slowly, you stood up straight, removing your hands from the wall to turn to him. Deep roots of sorrow controlled your features, your face loosely stained with a few stray tears. Removing his hand from your shoulder, he watched you with anticipation.

“I think he told me about you.” Your eyes tethered to the ground.

Obi-Wan felt a morsel of hope tug at his chest as he watched you sympathetically. The possibility of learning something new about his former Master was tantalizing. After so many meditation sessions in which he failed to connect with Qui-Gon’s spirit, this could be his chance to feel tethered to his Master one last time.

“He told me that you worried too much.” A reminiscing smile graced your lips.

Obi-Wan couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him, relaxing shoulders he didn’t realize were tense. “That sounds like Master Jinn.”

Your sparkling, silver eyes met his intensely. "It's not how it sounds. It was his way of building my confidence."

Your sudden beam at the memory left Obi-Wan in awe of your strength. Your gaze trailed to your holobook collection.

“I read all these stories of amazingly powerful Jedi who seemed invincible in the face of the most dire odds.” He watched you motion to the piles of knowledge. “I never felt like I could quite live up to their memory, but Qui-Gon was always sure to remind me that like all great Jedi.” You paused to send him a lighthearted smirk through dejected eyes. “Including his Padawan, I had no need to worry. The Force would help me grow into the Jedi I’m meant to be.” Sincerity seeped from your words.

Obi-Wan felt as if the hole in his heart punctured at Naboo ten years ago just experienced its first stitch. To find another piece of Qui-Gon, another connection to him, was a dream made reality. Not just by words he never heard him say, but through you, his secret Padawan.

Although there was still much for him to learn, he already found you to be one of the more idyllic Jedi he’s met. Not only in your strong connection to the Force, but from your person. The fortitude, compassion, and honesty you’ve shown in only a day is an example often demonstrated to initiates. That thought brought him back to a question he needed answered.

“But why?” Obi-Wan exclaimed to no one in particular. He turned on his heel to pace in thought, a hand gently resting below his chin. “Why did Qui-Gon bring you here? Allow you to live your days in isolation?” He spun back around, now directing his thoughts at you. “Who was he hiding you from that The Order could not face? Did he even tell The Council?”

You sighed, your eyes falling down to your hands where you gently circled your thumb into your palm. “He hid me from the world, and The Council, because of the prophecy.”

Obi-Wan cocked his head. A prophecy? Another prophecy?

“What prophecy?”

You looked off into the distance. And while your vision was limited by the small confines of an ancient ship buried underground, Obi-Wan thought your eyes were taking you quadrants away. Then, you faced him.

“You should probably sit down.”

He followed the guidance of your hand as it lifted to lead the way back toward the table. The sound of wooden chairs slightly scratching across rusted metal colored the sudden stillness. Obi-Wan settled, glancing at you only to notice your eyes glued to the peeling Japor ivory below. Your finger graced a discolored patch with interest. Obi-Wan waited patiently, hands clasped before him, your hesitation driving his curiosity through the hull.

You raised your vision. “The prophecy tells of a protector, a guide, known as The Guardian. It tells of a Jedi to be discovered and trained outside of The Order.”

“A Gray Jedi...” Obi-Wan mused aloud.

“Yes.” You confirmed.

Obi-Wan’s mind circled through your words. “And who does The Guardian protect?”

“The Chosen One. The Guardian must do whatever is necessary to stand between the Sith and The Chosen One so that they may return balance to the Force.” You explained.

Obi-Wan watched as you peeked at him, a sudden amusement dancing upon your lashes.

“It certainly puts a target on my back for anyone who doesn’t want that to happen.” You chuckled.

Obi-Wan sent you a thin look of disapproval at your dark joke before returning to his thoughts. In all his research about The Chosen One when preparing to be Anakin’s Master, he not once saw mention of The Guardian.

Obi-Wan’s brows furrowed. “I’ve never heard of this.” He admitted quietly.

“Few have. Qui-Gon discovered the legend by chance in the Holocron Vault when he was retrieving something for his Master. I think he said it was part of the Jedi Archives at The Temple, but you’d know better than me.”

“You’re correct.” He confirmed.

You nodded gratefully. “Anyways, from what I understand, The Council feared this aspect of The Chosen One’s prophecy because of its transparent separation from The Order. So they hid it away.”

Obi-Wan took a moment to gather his thoughts. The ramifications of your words were astounding. Another entity, willed into existence by the Force, with the purpose of aiding Anakin on his journey. In a sense, he felt relieved, like a burden lifted from his conscience. Qui-Gon was supposed to train Anakin, but when he passed, the duty fell to him. He never really felt ready, stumbling through ways to guide the young Jedi when he himself had only just become a Knight. But it seems as if the Force works in mysterious ways.

He was equally disturbed by the prophesy’s wording. If a Guardian was needed to protect The Chosen One from the Sith, it suggested that Anakin’s fate was not sealed on the side of the light. And that terrified him. Anakin always struggled with his place within The Order, and while he was very proud of the man he’s grown into, he knew that Anakin still grappled with his intense fears and deep-seated anger.

“I need to know.”

Obi-Wan returned from his thoughts, motioning for you to continue. You watched him for a moment. Obi-Wan could see the gears turn through complicated maneuvers in your head. Then, determination settled on your face.

“Are you The Chosen One?”

Obi-Wan shook his head. “No, not me.”

He noticed your brows crease in confusion. Quickly, the older Jedi played over the morning’s events. His mind centered on what started this conversation in the first place.

“Is that why you were afraid?”

You shot him a questioning look. “I was not afraid, I was shocked.” You staunchly defended, erupting within him a subtle sense of amusement.

But the sudden downcast of your eyes changed his tune.

“I thought you were a Sith.” You candidly explained.

This time it was Obi-Wan’s turn for shock to contort his features. “A Sith?! Whatever gave you that idea?”

“It’s the beard.” You said stone-eyed, pretending to scratch phantom whiskers on your face with an embellishing movement of the fingers.

Obi-Wan nearly choked on air.

You burst out laughing, holding your stomach for good measure. Obi-Wan, however, was unimpressed with your antics.

He leaned back, crossing his arms as an exceedingly light smile garnished his feigned displeasure. “Very funny.”

Your cackle died down before you seemed to relax back into the gravity of the situation.

“In all seriousness,” you began, taking a moment to compose yourself. “When I looked into your eyes, I saw the reflection of my own, and they were silver.”

“And?” Obi-Wan questioned, not seeing the point of her observation.

“Obi-Wan.” You sighed, glancing down at your hands, which you now had clasped together on the table before you.

You raised your head, staring into his gaze once more. And to Obi-Wan, it felt as if you were gazing into his soul.

“My eyes are y/e/c.”

The older Jedi’s jaw fell open as his eyebrows raised. He was dumbfounded, not understanding how that was possible. The first thing he noticed when he met you at the crash site was your extraordinarily bright, silver eyes.

“The legend says, that when The Guardian’s journey begins, it will initiate their transformation. Their eyes will begin to shine the color of their fate.”

Obi-Wan hummed. “And how does that journey begin?”

“By meeting someone tied to their fate.”

Then, it clicked. “Ah, a Sith or The Chosen One.”

“Exactly.”

A hush washed over the two of you as Obi-Wan considered the connotation of your eyes. The two passionate orbs that dotted your face shined a color with deep meaning.

“And your eyes are silver. The color of balance, purity, peace.” He mused, a hand lightly stroking his cheek in contemplation.

“Which hopefully reflects the future.” You countered.

Obi-Wan’s eyes sparkled almost as bright as yours. “A hope we share.”

However, once more, his countenance was shrouded in rumination at a discrepancy.

“But your lightsaber is gray.”

He noticed the corner of your eyes crinkle. “My journey has just begun.”

Obi-Wan matched your expression. “Of course, and was Qui-Gon able to prepare you before…” he trailed off.

You exhaled. “He taught me everything I know, but I must admit, most of my saber and force training was advanced through The Muntuur in the last years.”

Intrigue gripped Obi-Wan, edging him to lean toward you, hands gliding along the table. “The Muntuur?”

“An ancient Jedi training gadget Qui-Gon found abandoned on a distant planet. He never told me where.”

“Interesting.” Obi-Wan mused. “I’d like to analyze this device, if that is alright with you.”

“That’s fine. But first, I must know.” You watched him keenly. “Who is The Chosen One?”

Obi-Wan opened his mouth to answer when a light thud sounded behind him, followed by a ripple of frosty wind against the back of his neck.

“Y/n, I could hug you!” Obi-Wan heard. He turned in time to see Anakin jump down the shelter’s entrance with a wide grin, avoiding the ladder completely in his excitement. Ahsoka made a similar entrance, her lips quirked up.

“That manual was detailed enough for me to salvage secondary parts from other sectors of the shuttle in the repairs! Who knew that bucket of bolts had so many adaptable segments? Had to use every single one.”

Anakin froze mid-saunter, a meager speechlessness overcoming him as he seemed to register the humorless faces watching him from the table, including his former Master who was particularly annoyed. Obi-Wan watched the young Jedi rub his hands together, partly from the freezing outdoors but mostly, it seemed, in an attempt to cut the tension.

“Am I interrupting something?” He chuckled nervously.

Obi-Wan spoke. “Anakin, we need to talk.”

“Is he��”

“Yes.” He finished your thought, glancing back at you to glean your reaction to that sudden divulgence.

“Wow.” You mumbled before sending Anakin an earnest look.

“You should probably sit down.”

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Child of the Force- Anakin x OC (Elara)

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!OC (Elara Pavan)

Synopsis: Darkness rises, and light to meet it. Anakin Skywalker was not the only child made of the force. Elora Pavan was born to the maiden queen of Jakku, a child of prophecy. She was discovered by Qui Gon Jin and his padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi six years before Anakin Skywalker would be discovered on Tatooine. The true child of the prophecy remained a mystery, and only Qui Gon knew the truth.

Chapter 1: The Princess (Coming Soon)

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