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I gotten really into Anakin again lately and want to write some fanfics. I’m getting back into wanting to write fanfic again, anyone have any plot ideas?????

will you make a master list or navigation ?

My very own navigation? Say whaaaat?

Fics:

Car s*x (first fic ever don't judge)

Academical rivals to lovers

Remus Masturbating , Version 2

Domestic s*x

Possessive needy Remus

Oral fem!reader receiving

Fluff comfort vibes

Regulus Black angst

Charlie Dalton fluff

Mini series type of thing, pt.2 , pt.3

Waterfalls

The One We Were Interrupted

Tyler Galpin my man

Inexperienced Anakin

Star Wars Series

Nerves and Stolen Kisses

Taking things into the shower

Five Hargreeves series, pt.2 , pt.3

Biker fic

Remus and shy insecure reader

Spence and birthdays

Tyler and clingy reader

Speechless Spencer

Meeting Tyler's dad

Drabbles:

F1 boyfriend

Sailing fic

Engineer boyfriend

Military boyfriend

✨️ Mastelist ✨️

Warnings: the usual , fingering

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We all know that engineers are very good with their hands, especially their fingers.

I just know that having an engineer boyfriend feels like heaven. Imagine this it is late at night, you are both laying on the couch on your sides while spooning. His hands are playing with the hem of your shirt, dangling between his fingers and rubbing it, seeking comfort. Then they would slip underneath your waistband, moving back and forth just enough to trick you and not notice his hand slipping lower until its too late.

He would start by slowly teasing your folds. Then rubbing your clit, each movement been done to perfection due to his field of work, yet denying you the nice feeling of his fingers inside of you. Torturing you as your pussy clenches around nothing, and ignoring your whines .

When he finally gets bored he gives you what you need. One long finger entering you until its knuckles deep. Curling, finding and hitting all your sweet spots. Giving you enough friction to build up your orgasm but not enough to reach it, edging you beyond sanity. When he gives in the one finger turns into two, following the same pattern of movements, setting the same pace, as your hips jerk against his hand. Your body trying to find that bliss on its own and failing.

Everything feels already like it's too much and yet... and yet his thumb starts circling one again your clit. Starting to form shapes and pinching it every now and then. When you come you definitely see stars. Your vision turning into white as your body shuts down from the intensity of your orgasm. He guides you though through it, his movements never ceasing but gradually slowing down as you catch your breath and snuggling back into his chest.

Warnings: this is going to be a multi part series and it's going to be angsty cause I am in my feels. Female reader, Padmé and Anakin were together but had a healthy break up, Jedi reader so forbidden love

This story takes plays in Clone Wars yet many events have been changed (like the meeting of Ashoka and Anakin... don't worry the sibling energy is still there.)

series masterlist

The blaring sound of sirens ringing fills the streets as they echo through the empty, now town. The Clone Wars continue to rage. Next to me stands a familiar body, hardened by the years of training and fighting. My sole companion, my partner in crime. Anakin. His hair is growing at a faster pace, as they are left unattended because of the war. His eyes, which used to be a vibrant combination of blue and green seem haunted now, matching his serious expression.

This merciless fighter, this General has taken the place of the once sweet boy that kept me company in the first lonely nights in the Temple, of the boy that taught himself to braid hair when I had broken my arm. He has changed. Both of us have changed, we are not the kids we used to be. We are fearless and respected Jedi Knights. And yet… and yet we both crave peace and what we used to be.

Days blur together and they go by in the same patterns. Either waking up early and training until dawn, attending meetings for strategic plans or peace negotiations or fighting on the battlefield until your last breath. And finally, there is a slimmer of hope…

Today we are invited to a meeting organized by Senator Amidala, Padmé, my dear friend, Anakin's not-so-secret ex but despite everything the three of us are closer than ever. The break up was mandatory according to both of them. Anakin was needed on the battlefield and Padmé represented the non-fighting population, thank the Stars they are still friends and you can tell they loved each other with their whole hearts. They still do but they are not going back, not regretting their decisions for a second, left to remember the loving memories of their short time together.

For the first time in years, I wear a dress, borrowed from Padmé, so as to blend in with the crowd even if my lightsabers stand prominent in my belt loops. The dress hugs tightly the top of my body and flows on the way down. It starts as plain creme yellow that slowly descends to a light pink. The soft silk dip starts at the base of my back, leaving my battle scars vulnerable and uncovered for everyone. Every here and there embodied flowers stand out. Even its off shoulders design thankfully allows me freedom of movement.

The meeting starts in a few minutes and yet Anakin is not here. My eyes quickly scan the hallways even when they appear like a maze. I trust my senses to the Force trying to track him. He is close. I wander through the halls trying to locate him, when I notice a trail of blood. Bloody Skywalker.

"What have you done?" I whisper-yell at him.

"Don't worry it's not mine?"

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

He just shrugged in response. I quickly grab his outer clothing, pulling it harshly from his body.

"If you want me naked you can just say so." He has the nerve to say. I simply roll my eyes as I hurry towards a window and hurl his clothes outside. "Nice going, trouble. How am I supposed to find them after the meeting? And I think wearing clothes that are slightly damaged is better than showing up to a meeting shirtless." He says while chuckling at my antics, as I try to maintain my calm composure.

"That sounds like a 'you' problem" I fire back at him.

"What are you two yapping about?" A third voice sounds and we both flinch. Padmé leans on the wall with crossed arms while wearing a knowing smirk.

"This isn't funny, your castle is covered in blood."

"Ah, liar. You exaggerate, it's not the whole castle, only a few corridors." I sharply glare at him as he chuckles.

"Figured. Now follow me, because I do not think everyone will like the sight of your abs, Ani."

"I am offended, Padmé, I think that they are quite splendid." A long-suffering sigh leaves my lips as we enter the master suite and hurrle myself to the plush bed as the two of them try to find something to cover the mess that is called Anakin Skywalker.

"Get up, you will ruin your hair." Padmé says. My muffled voice answers her. "I don't care about my hair."

My consciousness starts to slip away as I feel a gentle hand rock me back and forth.

"Five more minutes" I whine.

"If I leave you here for five more minutes, there is no way you will attend this meeting."

With a huff, I pull myself up and dust my dress in an attempt to make myself presentable. And we head towards the ballroom.

"We should mingle." He whispers to me and I simply nod as an answer. "See you in three hours." He says as he tucks a stray hair in its place before he leaves my side once again. I turn to look at his departing figure as I stay rooted to my place. My cheeks start to heat up as I notice his attire for the first time. His shirt is a soft creme yellow that compliments his slightly tanned skin and his blond hair. His shirt matches my dress and there is only one person behind this.

I walk as fast as I can in a place like this towards her. Once I reach her I grab her arm and pull her to the side of the crowd.

"You did this on purpose."

"Did what?" Padmé acts innocent but her proud smirk betrays her intentions.

"Why?"

"You look cute."

"We look like we are together."

"Aren't you?"

"No, it is the Code."

"But you want to." Her words shock me to the core. Yes, I do want to, but I can't.

"How did you…?"

"It's obvious, sweets. He hasn't taken his eyes off of you. He always talks about you. Even when we were together… I always knew that you two… you are like fossils created by the same star. Despite everything you are made for each other. Code be damned."

"Quiet you. It is forbidden, don't make it harder than it already is." With that, I leave her. I took a steadying breath before…

"Hi. I am Jedi Master ...."

words: 1.033

Warnings: this is going to be a multi part series and it's going to be angsty cause I am in my feels. Female reader, Padmé and Anakin were together but had a healthy break up, Jedi reader so forbidden love

This story takes plays in Clone Wars yet many events have been changed (like the meeting of Ashoka and Anakin... don't worry the sibling energy is still there.)

series masterlist

The meeting ended way faster than it was planned due to… you guessed it, a surprise attack. Both me and Anakin fought with great intensity and when it was over, we had won every Senator over. Our job was done. And so after bidding goodbye, we headed towards our ship. Anakin sat in the driving compartment ready to pilot the ship back to the Temple and I joined him.

A comfortable silence enveloped us, safety and protection radiated from him and sooner than later I felt myself slip into a much-needed slumber.

A set of plain dark grey doors stood tall before me, and as I reached to open them my hand came short several centimetres under the handles. A tall black man called Windu stood beside me, silently assessing me. I stood on my tiptoes and opened the doors. Several pairs of eyes turned towards me and I felt myself shrink back. Master Windu placed his hand on my shoulder and gave me a slight push while whispering "It will be alright".

My feet carried me to the buffet of the cafeteria and my mouth watered at the sight of the plethora of food. I wasn't used to it and my stomach growled as the minutes flew by. In the end, I chose rice with some chicken because I knew that even though I could eat anything on the table my stomach wouldn't be able to handle more than that. I headed towards the far side of the room, where next to no one was sitting.

A blond boy suddenly appears in front of me, startling me. He has a kind face, that is framed by shortcutted hair and a small braid, a padawan. He smiles at me as he examines me.

"Hi, I am Anakin. You can join me and the rest of the padawans if you want to."

"No thank you."

"Are you shy? Or just really stuck up? Because there is this girl Jade…" He says maliciously. "Well let's just say that no one likes Jade."

I snort a small chuckle and he laughs at me.

"Is it okay if I come and sit with you?"

"Sure," I said back to him.

He simply rushes back to his table and grabs his lunch before coming back to the table. He lets his tray down with a thud and he beams at me with a toothy smile, some of his teeth are missing, as he sits down. He must be older than me by a year or so or two.

"I see you chose the chicken. Good choice but it is a bit like a tyre you know, probably overcooked. You should try the roasted beef next time. It is simply great."

The ship rocks side to side being caught in a star storm, a hushed curse sounds as I shift my position trying to get comfortable.

My body is covered in sweat and I pant like crazy. My sides burn like there is no tomorrow.

"Again?" Anakin asks with a smirk.

"I hate you"

"Oh come on, trouble. I am sure you will beat me next time."

I roll my eyes at the nickname. You crash five fighter jets and set only two fires and suddenly you are a pariah. Anakin was the only one who defended me because somehow he had figured out that I wanted to go home or to what was left of it. He stopped me at the last minute and he crashed three out of the five jets.

Training with Anakin late at night when the whole Temple rested. When the nightmares started nothing could calm me down. The sleepless nights started to catch up with me, and the dark circles that adorned my eyes were prominent. After a while, he suggested joining me when trying to fall asleep like we used to do when we were little. And for a time it worked and then they got worse. He believed they were just nightmares but they were memories of the abuse and the destruction.

Then Master Obi-Wan said that we had both fallen back on our training and that we should be focused only on that. That was our priority. And so one late night in the training room turned to hundred and to thousand. We would fight to the brink of exhaustion and then we would turn off like lights.

In the meantime, we have both grown. My body started to turn more feminine, and curves showed up, attracting creepy stares from the boys and glares from the girls. Anakin on the other side gained a lot of height, surpassing me by a full head. His once lean body slowly became more muscular, and his shoulders were broadened.

I examined him as we both tried to gain our breath.

As he was still trying to calm down, I lunged at him. Raising my lightsabers, trying to disarm me. His quick reflexes were his saviour. Our sabers clashed as we attacked and defended ourselves. It was like a dance, a brutal one and we matched each other. No one could know for how long we stayed there until he missed a step and went down like a sack of potatoes.

"That … was not … fair. I was caught off guard." He says breathlessly.

"Say that… to your enemy… next time." I say to him smirking and I grab his outstretched arm, pulling him up.

"I miss the days when I did all the talking. You were less mean." He says with a pout and I laugh at him. Little did I know that would be the last time I would see him for six months.

I feel someone move me from my sitting position and being laid down on the reclined chair. A light duvet covers my body. His familiar scent fills my nostrils and drifts me back to sleep.

Master Windu watches me from the top of the stadium and his encouragement comes to me in waves through the Force. Today I gained my knighthood. And after all of the struggles and challenges, this moment of that day is not my favourite.

I found myself unable to sleep so I took a walk through the Temple. I tried to meditate. Still, I feel on edge, some would say that it is because of my achievement of becoming a Jedi Knight. I wander in the aircraft zone, his favourite place. I need to feel close to him, now more than ever. A few months ago he left for the war front with some other padawans and Jedis, for some reason, I was not approved to follow. At least not yet.

I see a craft landing and I hide behind a pillar, holding tightly one of my lightsabers in my hand, ready to attack.

A deep voice sounds. "I already told you, Master. I didn't not hint that-"

"That is the problem with you you never think." A familiar voice said. Obi-Wan's voice sounds tired and full of panic. "You could have been killed."

"Don't say that Master. I didn't do anything wrong." The deep voice says mischievously, his voice laced with mirth.

"Oh really. Well, I guess there is nothing wrong with jumping off of jets, and completely trusting your life on a droid, no offence Artoo, or challenging your opponents. You are being reckless."

I slowly pull myself out from my hiding space trying to get a better look at the two approaching figures. Obi-Wan is the same, only his robes are more tattered and he looks bone tired as he moves at the pace of a sloth.

The figure next to him wears dark clothes blending in the dark night sky. Yet I am able to make him out. His blond hair has grown from his short spiky haircut. He seems even taller and his body more muscular than it was. It fits snuggly against his armour. Ani, he is here, he is back.

Without a second thought, I sprint towards him and jump on top of him. He staggers back by the force of the sudden impact. His arms shoot out to catch me as he gains his footing.

"Hey, trouble. I missed you." He whispers into the skin of my neck as he buries his head in the crook of my neck, breathing me in. His arms tighten around me and I wrap my legs around his waist. He is solid, covered in hard muscle and almost double in size. His voice is several octaves lower than it used to be. Everything about him makes my stomach roll and coil into a knot. That's when it all started. Since then I could not pull my eyes from him. Since then I could not stop thinking and fantasizing about him.

I am woken up by the rumble of the edges shutting down. I blink the sleepiness away and pull myself up ready to head towards my room. A hand grabs mine, stopping me on the spot.

"You look beautiful, you know. You should wear dresses more often." He says as he looks at me with a loving gaze. I blush harshly as he walks away, only turning his gaze back to me to say "Goodnight, trouble."

My eyesight finds the first reflective surface and I take a long look at my appearance. My hair had fallen from the messy curled bun Padmé had somehow made at the top of my head. The dress truly compliments my figure, making every curve stand out, daunting every man to take a look. Yet my strong arms stand out, in contrast to the soft aspects of my body making me look like a true fighter. Making me look like a Greek goddess.

words: 1.622

Warnings: this is going to be a multi part series and it's going to be angsty cause I am in my feels. Female reader, Padmé and Anakin were together but had a healthy break up, Jedi reader so forbidden love

This story takes plays in Clone Wars yet many events have been changed (like the meeting of Ashoka and Anakin... don't worry the sibling energy is still there.)

series masterlist

I head towards my room. The walk there feels like an eternity. When I finally reach the familiar doors, I slip inside. I remove the damned dress haphazardly as I head towards the shower. I let the cold water envelop me, trying to remove the tension from my shoulders since my usual scalding hot shower routine will not calm me.

After a while, I got out and dressed myself in a long T-shirt and tucked myself under the heavy duvet. My eyes flutter close, exhaustion taking over my senses despite my nap on the ship that was rudely interrupted. Yet, my mind is clouded. Padmé's words resurfaced. "You are made for each other." Yeah sure… as much as I want it to be true, there is no way there is no chance for the two of us. And so I will myself to sleep, and I let myself dream of what we could be.

I dream of him.

Dawn finds me still in my bed for the first time in forever. Today is what I call a "slow" day because I don't have to do anything. So I bury myself under the comfort of my pillow and my comforter, and I stay there for at least one more hour, doing absolutely nothing. Yet my body craves movement, and I can't stay still anymore. I throw on my robes and head towards the cafeteria, where chaos erupts.

"But Master-" a young feminine voice calls and is interrupted by a much louder one.

"I am not your Master, girlie. There has to be some kind of mistake." Anakin's voice booms and echoes through the hall. Causing laughter from all the other current residents of the Temple.

"What is happening? " I whisper to Obi-Wan as I enter the room.

"Anakin has a Padawan. A much… stubborn one." He says, chuckling.

A young girl stands across from my friend with arms crossed and a scowl. Anakin wears a similar stance and expression. I calmly get closer to them.

"Ani. Won't you introduce me to your friend?"

He draws an annoyed breath, trying to maintain his composure.

"My name is Ashoka."

"Nice to meet you, Ashoka. Were you shown your room yet, and your new clothes?"

"No, because skyguy over here …"

"Don't call me that." Anakin snaps, and I try to stifle a laugh. "Not you, too."

"She's funny."

"She's overly sarcastic, mean, arrogant and… why are you smiling like that?"

"Oh, how the tables turn."

"What do you - No."

"Oh yes." I say and smirk at him, waiting for his response. It never comes, at least not directly.

"Come on, Snips. Let's have a tour of the Temple." He says with an exaggerated sigh. And I beam at the nickname Snips. He is already invested even if he shows clear dislike to her … for now. I wink at the young Padawan, and she smiles at me as they leave the room.

I find Obi-Wan slacking at the corner table, watching me with a knowing smile. I serve some French toast on a tray, and I join him. A comfortable silence enveloped us as we ate.

"May I ask you something?" He says after a while.

"Of course Master Kenobi."

"Drop the formalities, firecracker. Will you join me in the meditation ring? I am afraid my usual partner is rather occupied. "

"Of course."

And so we leave our trays in the washing compartment, and head towards the meditation ring. Our outer robes are removed as we sit across each other, and we cross our legs, placing our hands above our knees facing upwards and straightening our backs. Our eyes flutter close as we let ourselves delve into the Force; we let our spirits travel miles and miles away. Soon, I feel something resisting my mind's borders, trying to slip inside, and I gently push it back. This goes back and forth for a while, and Obi-Wan is a great opponent in this as it turns out. We are both out of breath and sweat collects above my brows.

"The Force is strong with you. You have great power in you, and you use it wisely. Your constraint and maturity proceeds your age. "

"Thank you, Master."

"Yet you wear your emotions, much like Anakin. Especially with Anakin."

"Well, of course, he is my friend."

"That is not what I mean, and you know it. I have raised you both. I know what I see. Your feelings for each other are obvious, at least to me. The council forbids any kind of attachment." He says calmly. "I think they are wrong. Attachment is what makes us stronger; it is what gives us hope."

"You mean -"

"I do not think anything, kiddo. You are too smart for your own good. I have faith that you will figure it out. And dismiss any thoughts of leaving the Order; he is not complete without you."

I stayed still in my place, baffled at his words, as he kindly smiled at me and leaned down to kiss my forehead.

My thoughts are tangled knots for the rest of the day. Every loose string I find makes the mess even more complicated. Every task I try to do is left unfinished, I give up on the thought of a productive day, leaving reports unread on my desk and I head towards the training room.

I hijacked the sound system of the room and I put my one and most prized possession into the old pick up I once found on a black market. Loud music fills the room and I head towards the center of the arena. I position myself in a fighting stance and I let my body get lost in the music as I repeat fighting routines. Hours could have past or mere minutes before a small body appears next to me trying to copy me. I flinch as she gets close to a striking distance.

"You are awesome. Why can't you be my Master and not Sir Grumpypants?"

"I wouldn't know Ashoka."

"Master speaks very highly of you."

"Ashoka what the hell are you doing?" Anakin yells as he lets the doors slam behind him. I roll my eyes at his dramatic entrance and his antics. "Go back to your room."

"But you said-"

"Now. I won't say this twice." And so Ashoka leaves with a long, suffering sigh. After she is out of the doors I turn towards my friend.

"You didn't have to be so stern with her."

"Don't criticize me." He buries his hand in his hair, tugging at the roots as he whispers. "What am I supposed to do? She is just a child and I have to turn her into a warrior? The war is raging and-"

"Breathe. Just breathe." I say as I encircle him with my arms, hugging him tightly trying to calm his panicked breathing.

"I can't do it. I won't." He mutters over and over as tears slip down his face.

"You can and you will. You have to."

"I know." His lips move against the skin of my neck, forming the words but never saying them out loud. "You will help right? I am so lost."

"Yeah, this is what friends are for."

"Yeah, friends." He repeats sadly.

Friends. The sound of it is bitter and it sits badly at our tongues, since we are both too afraid to face the truth.

words: 1.277

Warnings: this is going to be a multi part series and it's going to be angsty cause I am in my feels. Female reader, Padmé and Anakin were together but had a healthy break up, Jedi reader so forbidden love

This story takes plays in Clone Wars yet many events have been changed (like the meeting of Ashoka and Anakin... don't worry the sibling energy is still there.)

series masterlist

Months go by. And it feels like I am a standing force against the passing of time and the constant outbursts of the war. I watch from the sidelines as Ashoka becomes a prodigy in the care of Ani, even when she constantly challenges him and gets on his nerves. Soon the first joint mission comes and we are headed towards another planet that is destroyed by the war and its inhabitants are barely holding on to life. Slowly adding to the casualties more people and their home planets.

The first makeshift hospital we visit is full of haunted faces, open wounds and death. Families are gathered together around their lost members as grief surrounds them. A heavy tension clouds the air and it weighs down on you until it suffocates you because you are not able to even breathe from the intense emotion that is prominent in every possible way. Anakin heads towards the chief of the clan intending to have a "friendly" interrogation after he drew the shortest straw in the small fighter jet that carried us here.

And so Ashoka and I attend to the wounded, trying to match minor wounds the best we can and bring solace to those whose wounds are fatal and they won't make it probably until sunrise. We use the Force to ease their pain and let them enjoy their last moments with their families the best they can. Hours pass like this until my eyes fall on a small boy. He has dirty blond hair and his face is covered in dirt, the only place on his face that seems clean is the trail his tears have left behind as red-rimmed puffy eyes meet my gaze.

He looks scared to death. He looks like what small Ani looked like.

I stalk closer to him and sit next to his cot as I introduce myself to him. He stares at me intensely, his gaze is full of mistrust as he waits for my next move. I have long learned that patience is a virtue and it is much needed in situations like this.

"I'm Jack" he croaks out after a while since I seemed to have passed some kind of evaluation. I simply smile at him.

And ask him "What happened to you, Jack?"

"It's not pretty."

"I think I can handle that," I whisper to him as I try to maintain the facade of calmness on my face. He draws his blanket to the side revealing… a missing leg. My eyes slightly widen but I do not let myself show any other type of emotion. I inspected the wound and it seemed like someone knew that they needed to burn the infected and stitch the remaining flesh. And yet Jack won't make it, he may have three hours tops as the infection spreads fast and it will soon reach his heart.

"I will die, won't I? The doctors say that in a few hours, I will be fine but I know they are lying. Please tell me the truth."

"I'm sorry," I say as a tear slips out.

"Can you do me a favour? "

"Of course. Anything you want."

"Can I see the stars once more?"

I simply nod not being able to use my voice for fear of it breaking, the way my heart breaks into a million pieces for this small kid who never did anything wrong besides existing. My eyes scan the room. No one is paying attention to us. Yet I cloak us as I carry him outside in my arm, perching him to my hip as I head towards the tallest place I can find in a close distance. I sit down and place him in my lap, keeping him close, drawing the physical pain from him inflicting it on myself. And we watch the stars. They look different from the way they look back at the Temple but they are still as breathtaking.

I stay unmoving for as long he is with me, providing silent comfort until he takes his last rasping breath whispering "Thank you. Mama was right. Jedis are angels."

My head is spinning and I try to maintain my composure as I carry him back to the hospital, only this time I head towards the wing where the sadly departed inhabit. I place him as gently as possible down and cover him with a white sheet. I spin on my heels. I work and move on autopilot, as my feet carry me outside in the most private place I can find. Only then do I break apart, only then do I let my sadness consume me.

My breathing is ragged as silent sobs escape me. My shoulders shake quietly. At some point arms wrap around me, they are gentle despite their hard and strong nature. They hold me tight as they guide me. Our chests are now pressed together. The heels of my palms dig harshly into my eyes trying to stop the slipping tears. He just holds me tight and I have lost any sense of the passing time until I calm down. He rubs comforting circles on my back and waits until my breathing turns normal and syncs with his from the heavy sobs that escape me. He waits until my heartbeat syncs with his.

Once my head clears I find my face buried in a shoulder. A very comforting and sturdy shoulder and then the overwhelming scent of him consumes me. Anakin, of course, it's him. And so I just hug him even tighter, not letting go as his hand buries in my hair and slightly massages my scalp. And so we stay like that until we have to go back to the wounded, back to the reality of war. But for a second I let myself bask in his impossibly close presence. We stay quiet as I finally turn to face him and he smiles at me, the one that can make my insides flame and he kisses my forehead before resting his forehead against mine as he gazes into my eyes in, what some might describe, a loving way and rubs my cheeks with his thumbs soothing the ache in me.

“Sometimes I wish we could be like this forever. I wish for more.” He whispers to me.

“Ani don't say that.”

“You know it's true. We both want it of that I am certain.”

“It's forbidden. You know we can't.”

“I don't give a damn about the Code.”

My answer is cut off by an explosion. We quickly get to our feet trying to locate the source of the now raging fire. The only remaining place that could have been targeted would be…. No, it can't be. I will myself to run faster and I skip into a halt as I face a flaming hell. Screams sound as every person inside the medical camp becomes ashes.

Ashoka is still inside, is my only thought as I run into the flames trying to locate her. Anakin tries to grab my hand to stop me but he is too late and he chases after me yet to no avail as the entrance collapses in front of him. Caging him outside and the rest of us to our doom. He sits there panicking as one phrase loops in his mind. Please no, please.

After what must have seemed like an eternity we emerge, looking like hell ourselves, our faces are covered to ashes and our robes frizzle with burning flames. But to him, we must look like miracles as he races towards us and he helps us to a safe distance.

He does something that surprises the life out of his young Padawan. He lets his guard down for the first time as he hugs us and forces all of us to collapse to the ground.

“Don't do that ever again” he whispers “You scared me to death. I don't think I can do this without you.”

A new sense of balance engulfed us as we headed back to the Temple bearing the devastating news of no survivors.

words: 1.349

Warnings: this is going to be a multi part series and it's going to be angsty cause I am in my feels. Female reader, Padmé and Anakin were together but had a healthy break up, Jedi reader so forbidden love

This story takes plays in Clone Wars yet many events have been changed (like the meeting of Ashoka and Anakin... don't worry the sibling energy is still there.)

series masterlist

No one of us talked about what the council started to call an incident. More missions come yet there is not a single one where we are together. So many things are left unsaid as we circle each other the war weighting our shoulders. Anakin climbs in everyone's eyes, he claims praises as if they are a polite exchange. And I am quickly forgotten, overshadowed by his brightness.

Part of me is proud of his achievements. What he has done is remarkable but still, I am the one no matter how hard I work, or how many battles I have won, I am still pushed to the side. Anger simmers in me and the only way to control it is through meditation. Letting myself get lost in the Force and my thoughts.

“Normal it is to feel this way.” A voice sounds in my head and I peek through my eyes finding Master Yoda opposite. “Control this feeling you must. A good fighter your friend is. Smarter, not. Strategical also not. Wrong is the council about you. Stronger he is. More favored by the Force. But you… our saviour you will be. Not him. Seen it, I have.”

“Master… I keep having these dreams. Of destruction and pain is this all we are going to be? Is this what we are trained for?”

“Peacekeepers Jedis are. In war we are, we do what we must. Protect we must. So fight we must.”

“I am tired of fighting.”

“At it you are good.” I chuckle at his words as I see a teasing smile on his face. “When first met you I have. My Padawan I asked you to be. No said the council. She is more powerful, with you she will be indestructible. Same with your dear friend. More than I hoped you turned out to be. Hope you must have. Your purpose soon will find.” He says as he leaves the room. Not a second letter he re-enters dropping a letter in my lap. Information about a new mission with… about time.

I go to my room and change out of my robes to one of my armours. And then head towards the jets. I find Anakin leaning against his favorite one, the one he calls the unbeatable lion. … men.

“Took you long enough.” He called out as I approached him. He frowns as I brush past him and his comment heading straight to the cockpit reading the jet for take off. We both occupy our usual seats as we jump into hyperspace. The travel is short and enveloped in a strange, restless silence as if one of us is a ticking bomb ready to explode. We head to the now sprang battlefield with no backup.

He turns to me right as we leave hyperspeed. We quickly land and I spring to my feet, reading myself for the upcoming battle.

Right as we exit our jet we are greeted by explosions and gunfire. And so we both throw ourselves to the battlefield. We let muscle memory take control of us. Our lightsabers seem to fly between the broids, decapitating them and destroying them. We don't let our minds wander to the other and how they are holding up, trusting each other completely. We soon reach the centre point of the battlefield.

A huge pillar towers in front of us and a bazillion of druids guard it as others try to climb it, trying to reach… no. I jump behind a random boulder and Anakin quickly follows.

“I have a plan.”

“I think we should…”

We both say and we stare at the other waiting to continue. He is impossibly close once again, his hair is a wild mess, and his body seems to vibrate with energy. He is too reckless, he is too merciless. So I don't let him continue his thought process as I bolt and race towards the droids. I drop down to my knees and slide underneath them, swinging my armed arms in a wide ark. Cutting off the mechanical legs and the pillar letting it fall on top of them.

Dust covers my vision. My ears ring from the loud bang of the now-fallen pillar. My mind is hazy as much and through the fog, a figure appears; he deflects every single shot that is thrown his way, his saber dancing in his hands as his movements are filled with precision, purpose and wild anger. For a small moment, his blade turns from its vibrant electric blue to deep bloodshot red. At the next moment, it is gone, back to its original colour.

I ignite my sabers as I force myself back to the raging battle. Our bodies move in sync as our backsides are pressed together. And so the fun begins and it doesn't last long as we find ourselves in a big rocky field, covered with dismembered droids. We turned towards each other, panting and wild smiles adorning our faces.

We stare at each other for what seems like forever, breathing hard. But the moment is ruined by a beeping sound. It comes from a small device close to me and I crouch near it, studying it. Anakin is right behind me. His ragged breathing hits the back of my neck as he reaches his hand over me to grab it. He examines it shortly while turning it over his long fingers and I stare at him. Hoping the mechanic in him will appear as it always does, hoping to be given the chance to stare at him while he gets lost in something he loves filling my head with filthy thoughts. Like how he can use those long fingers on me.

C3PO approaches complaining about the “mess” we made and we both chuckle at his antics.

“Masters I am afraid we have to leave. We are needed at the Temple. And it sounded urgent.”

“So that we shall do. Thank you, C3PO.” Anakin says to his beloved droid.

And so we head back home. I stare at my reflection in the glass of the jet as my mind replays the image of Anakin wielding a red lightsaber. Was it simply a trip of the eyes or was it a vision?

“Have I done something? Why are you not talking to me? You seem distant and I… kind of miss you as of late.” He whispers, his voice easily lost under the sound of the burning engines.

“No Ani, I am not angry with you. I just needed time to sort and clear out my thoughts.”

“And? What is it that is bothering you? Because I can tell you what is bothering me. It's you. You are changing. It is as if you are going backwards. Locking yourself away from others, away from me. Today I feared losing you, both mentally and physically. I am lost without you. I am nothing without you.”

“That's not true.”

“It is. It is like I can not breathe, I can not function when you are not near. Everyone thinks that I am this great fighter, the Chosen One back you are the one that shows me the way. Like a really grumpy and snarky firefly. Brooding all the time.”

“Ok-”

“... and really angry as if you are a, what is it called, that … that animal that seems to be angry all the time, that pending with the huge downturned eyebrows…”

“Alm right enough-”

“And also so mean…”

“Watch your words Skywalker.”

“I love you.” The words stun me and all the previous banter is gone.

“Anakin-”

“I never got to finish what I meant to say. I know we are not allowed to feel this way and I think you are not ready to say so. But all I want, all I think about is kissing you, sleeping with you, having fun with you, fucking you.” I draw a sharp breath at the last words and his eyes darken more, as they are now filled with lust. He grabs my thighs, manhandling me to his front as he lets me rest on his lap. He looks at me through half lidded eyes and he lets his nose move at the side of mine, tracing invisible paths.

“I want to have you underneath me. Making you a withering, whining mess, stuffed to the hilt full of our releases. I want your body to be my canvas letting me fill it with kisses, hickeys and bite marks along with bruises.” My eyes flutter close as he brags his nose at the side of my neck. “I want to fuck you from the back as I have your hair in my fist, spanking that ass of yours. I want to have you spread out for me as I fuck your brains out. I want to taste you and suck your breasts. I want to make you mine.” He now says against my lips as he finally slams them against mine. The kiss is short but full of passion and we gaze at each other as we break apart.

“Don't look like a penguin” I say to him and he chuckles, mumbling under his breath. “I miss the days we were bickering and having fun. I miss you. I miss the way we were.”

“I miss it too. But it's coming back. I can see it, trouble. Our story isn't going to be like that, I promise I won't let it.”

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Warnings: this is going to be a multi part series and it's going to be angsty cause I am in my feels. Female reader, Padmé and Anakin were together but had a healthy break up, Jedi reader so forbidden love.

This story takes plays in Clone Wars yet many events have been changed (like the meeting of Ashoka and Anakin... don't worry the sibling energy is still there.)

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Anakin and I don't talk about his confession and what happened on the ship. From the moment we landed we were swooped from meeting after meeting. Jedi councils and strategy meetings while reporting about our mission. And in the midst of it all, we haven't been able to spend time with each other or even see each other.

As I walk from one room to another, speed walking in the halls, I feel an arm grab me and direct me behind a huge pillar, letting my back hit the cold marble.

Anakin's body is flushed with mine as his head lowers, leaning in for a kiss. I draw my head back, resting my forehead against his. “Not here,” I whisper.

“Yes, here.” He whispers as his nose rubs mine as he leans down again for a kiss. Again I do not let him, because I know that one kiss will lead to another and eventually our cover will be blown. “I am sorry Ani, I have to go,” I tell him as I slightly push him off me. I regret the motion the moment I make it but I should head to what hopefully will be the last meeting of the day.

“I miss you,” he says as he tries to casually lean against the pillar he backed me up earlier, but misses as he should have been closer. He stumbles, as I chuckle at him and he simply fires me a cocky smile as he finally manages to complete his smooth pose. And says to me “I guess you could say that I fell for you” with a cheeky smile, as I walk off.

Truly the meeting was a boring mess and couldn't pass any faster. And when it finally did, I headed back to my quarters and promptly fell onto my bed as Artoo came closer.

“What shall I do, Artoo?”

A beeping sound came as the answer to the question.

“About Ani. Why does it have to be him?”

Beep beep bop

“Of course, I love him but …. Truth is I am scared of what will happen.” We both stay silent for a while. I break the comfortable silence first. “I keep seeing these…visions. Where Ani has turned to the dark side…”

Bop beep boop boop

“Yeah, you are right. Ani would never do that but it still worries me. Thank you, Artoo. You are a good listener. That's why you are my best friend.” I say to him as sleep finally takes over.

A few hours later I am woken up by strong arms wrapping around my midriff and a cold nose being buried at the crook of my neck. Still half asleep I turn around in his arms letting our limbs tangle.

“You shouldn't be here. Threepio is going to miss you.” I lightly whisper as my fingers tangle in his hair and I slightly graze his scalp with my nails. He lets out a breathy chuckle as he whispers in my skin. “I would rather be here. I think Threepio can manage.”

Sleep finally finds us in each other's embrace. And that is exactly how I wake up several hours later. The various rays of sunshine that enter the room make him look ethereal as the sun hits his face just right and the shade of his hair seems lighter.

“You are staring.” He says in a sleepy, heavy voice and he peeks through his left eye at me.

“Too bad. Because I am quite fond of it.”

“Oh really?” He whispers as he draws me closer. We bask in each other's comfort for a while until we have to get up and head for our posts but for now, we let ourselves live in the possibility of what every morning could be like.

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please please please do some kind of biker boy with his helmet on. like maybe he shows up at your house and takes you on a ride and then while you’re both still jacked up on adrenaline he takes you for a different kind of ride ???

omg I love that... I kind lost myself in that one I will admit that, this brought me out of hibernation

WARNINGS: smut obviously, riding with many twists, it's really filthy tbh, I need a biker!bf now, fem!reader, no use of y/n or she/her but reader is described as feminine, keeping helmets and biker gear on, taking pictures... um I think that's it

The birds were chirping all around you, the peaceful scenery disturbed by grutal moans and high-pitched gasps.

Let's backtrack shall we?

It was supposed to be a peaceful day, one to celebrate your anniversary. He came over somewhere after six o'clock, the sun was closing to its descent. He was wearing his riding leathers, a fit black jacket that hugged his muscled arm and back, showing off his broad shoulders that I so loved to scratch and bite. He looked absolutely beautiful, as the visor of his helmet was drawn up and he removed one of his gloves to send a quick text. Soon enough I exited the house and approached him while zipping up my own jacket, similar to his, total black except for the thin red lines that highlighted my figure and the padded places. It was a beautiful piece, one he had given me a few days after he purchased the bike, claiming that “As much as I love my bike, I love my girl more.” Just as I drew close enough he grabbed my helmet before positioning it over my head and securing it in place.

Only God knew for how long we round along the sea and into the forest, a magnificent picture that for many reasons would stay in my mind untainted. My hands rested around his waist as the wind whipped around us. When he slowed down, I realized I wanted more, it was too soon. Yes arguably the view was amazing and yes it must have been tiring for him. But, I wanted more. All that speed, and all this adrenaline had a weird reaction to me. My mind calmed, it got scarily quiet as it was free to drift everywhere and nowhere at the same time, since I knew that he was in control, that he would keep me safe should anything happen. He turned to my drawing up his visor and his eyes looked back at me full of mischief and mirth. Somehow he grabbed my thighs and positioned me on his lap. That was when I noticed that he was hard.

His hands flew everywhere as he tried to get rid of my pants, lowering them to the ground before he freed himself from his own confidences.

My world... he was everything.

He tore my panties before slowly aligning my hips with his before drawing me down. Our helmets clashed together, our sound muffled from them. He grabbed my ass and he started bouncing me, giving me the message to set my own pace. Too quickly, quicker that I would like to admit we both clashed down. Everything was a haze of greedy hands, skin that stinged from the force of our thrusts and foggy visors. He had removed his jacket, and he was just in black tank top as his arms flexed with his movements and the muscles in his back popped underneath my hands. The leather of the seat was stained with our releases.

He removed himself from me, and he stood as he turned me around. He opened my jacket and opened up my shirt, leaving me in just my bra and the jacket.

“Grab the handles” his voice was soft and lethal. “Ride the bike. Ride it the way you would ride me.”

My skin heated as I did as he said. The leather underneath me was already coated made a minimum friction against me and I straddled the bike better before circling my hips. My clit dragged against the fabric and my breath stuttered. My back arched and I continued my misdoings. It was filthy and apparently utterly sexy, because he couldn't keep his eyes off of me. His hand was pumping his cock in time with my movements. It wasn't enough and I whined his name. He chuckled darkly and snapped a picture before he positioned himself behind me. One of his arms reached forward to one of the mirrors before moving it so that he could see my face, or what was visible of my face. He grabbed my hips and ground them down, pressing my flushed against the seat before moving me back and forth. It was too much. The pressure was driving me crazy and within minutes I was gone. When I opened my eyes again, I was laying sprawled, my legs dangling from each side, as the cold air blew in my most sensitive area. He was on top of me, his eyes impossibly dark as he repositioned himself inside of me and he grabbed the handles, using them to stabilize himself before he started rocking my world.

His thrusts were deep and hard, we were both panting as the bike rocked forwards and he slammed the brakes to stop us from falling down. This had to be the most crazy thing we had ever done. We could get caught at any minute but I could find myself caring about that as he drew out of me one orgasm after the other we were both spent, when we finally calmed down.

“Well that happened” he whispered “Never you would be such a freak.”

I laughed as I slammed his visor in place. “You are the freak, you took pictures.”

“That I did. And what beautiful pictures they are. They shall keep me good company when I am alone.”

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