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[thesassypadawan]

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[blushing-in-space]

Deception

-> anakin skywalker

Summary: [Based on Clone Wars; S4 Ep15] As a Jedi Knight, it’s part of your duty to follow the orders of the Jedi Council, no matter how taxing or dangerous the task. You are given a highly classified mission that not only may end in your death but requires complete secrecy from everyone- Even your lover Anakin Skywalker.

Warnings: ANGST, Death, murder, blood, slight gore, loss of loved ones, grieving process. Probably inaccurate use of the force and force healing

-> I looked at the message before me, brows furrowed. No, this couldn’t be right… Would the Jedi Council ask this of me? Something so classified sounds like it should be a mission of a Jedi Master, not a knight like me.

Mace Windu’s face was all the answer I needed. His eyes were slits as he looked down at me, face set seriously. His fellow council members had a similar expression.

“It is of the utmost importance no word spoken here leaves this room. Is that understood, [name]?” Windu repeats to me.

I have no choice but to nod my head. I serve the Galactic Republic, I cannot let my relationships meddle in my duties as a Jedi Knight.

I bowed my head, “Yes, masters. It will be done.”

——

“What’s the big rush?” Anakin smirks as I carry myself hastily down the dimly lit alleyway we always take when returning to the Jedi Temple from the port.

Ahsoka trails behind us both, thankfully oblivious to Anakin’s wandering hands. I did not agree to her being here and had suggested she take the shuttle home, knowing it would be safer for the young padawan. But like her master, Ahsoka was stubborn and determined to join us for the meeting I had lied about. I feared for her safety- I hope she will not be there when the time comes.

I glance over at Anakin, forcing a playful smile to adorn my lips as I would have in normal circumstances. “I’m not rushing. I’m just trying to get to the council meeting on time.”

I ignore Anakin as he rolls his eyes. “I can see it now- another boring debate I’ll sleep through,” he sighs, though his eyes linger on me and I can’t help but notice it.

We fell for each other when we were just padawans, and have remained loving by one another’s side for almost four years. While I was fairly good at hiding stolen looks and the brush of our hands, Anakin on the other hand doesn’t seem to understand the strategy of hiding our relationship.

He struggles more than I do with our relationship. It frustrates him so easily when he cannot pull me into a kiss after not seeing me for weeks, or to just wrap his arm around me as we walk as I can tell he wants to do now. I’ve known from the start about Anakin’s unusually strong emotional side for a Jedi. That is what makes me especially nervous for tonight.

“Luckily I’ll have you to keep my company,” Anakin mutters to me in a quiet and husky tone, his hand reaching to touch the crease of my waist.

I shoot him a look of warning, glancing over at Ahsoka who was just a few steps behind him. He’s lucky she happened to be looking away and had not looked too deeply into his words.

“If it's so boring for you, would you rather them call you in to train younglings?” I look smugly over my shoulder to Anakin, who grimaces at my comment while Ahsoka huffs a light laugh.

“I think you would enjoy that, master,” Ahsoka quips sarcastically as she steps to Anakin’s side, and he scuffs and looks away from his apprentice.

“As I thought.”

I try to keep up a high-spirited mood while with Anakin before my time comes to act. I see Anakin smiling, his lips parted to make another smart-assed comment. I give him a cheeky smile. After tonight I won’t see him again for yet another long week. And I know that week will be devastating for him.

He doesn’t hide anything from me. He’s told me how he held his mother in his arms and watched the life drain from her eyes. I’m aware he fears the same fate will reach another of his loved ones. Every time I leave for a battle I promise to him I’ll be safe and will return safely to his arms. Now I have been gagged by the Jedi Council from telling him the truth of what I must do. The guilt is almost unbearable having to keep such a secret from my own lover.

Anakin’s blue eyes search mine, I feel him wield the force to poke into my mind. I raise a brow at his perceptiveness. Does he know? I shake him, cutting off his access to my mind through the force. I don’t like it when he does that and he knows it. His brows furrow as he feels the loss of our connection, but he does not pry at my barrier. I nod to him in a silent already broken promise that we will talk later.

Our unspoken words distracted me so much that I almost wouldn’t have sensed the blaster shot coming toward me if Ahsoka had not warned me.

I roll to the side, taking cover behind the nearby crates. I whip my head around to see Anakin and Ahsoka have done the same, both of their backs pinned to the crates opposite of me. My blood pumps furiously through my veins. I should have let the shot take me down. The first and undeniable worst part of my mission would already be over.

“Where’d that shot come from?” Ahsoka yells, voice riddled with panic as she looks from me to the roof of an apartment building in the distance.

I show no concern as I peek my head over the crates, catching a glimpse of the bright blinding light of the sniper who had tried to kill me just then. Who I should have let kill me. My heart would be pounding in my chest if it weren’t for the drug I had taken before leaving that would suppress my heartbeat.

I shake off any fear. I won’t die today- I’m following my orders. My duty as a Jedi comes before anything else. Anakin will understand that when I return. I glance over at him and Ahsoka behind the crates opposite of me, and single them to follow my lead. Neither of them questioned my plan for us to split up over on the rooftop.

I feel Anakin trying to push into my mind as I roll behind the next set of crates, another blaster shot barely missing me. I feel his anxiousness about the situation, either for me being in danger or his padawan, I’m not sure. I just feel guilty for what I’m about to put him through.

I climb to the rooftop, keeping my cover as I deflect a shot back at the assassin to not rouse suspicion. I see Anakin has done as I asked him, for once in his life, and spot him heading to flank the shooter. Ahsoka jumps from rooftop to rooftop, taking the back approach to the shooter. I realize my time is running out to start this mission.

Anakin races on the rooftop across from me, taking cover at the same time as I do. He catches my eyes, blue eyes blazing across the darkness of the Coruscant alleyway. He’s going to dart around to get the shooter. I know he is.

“He’s behind the building!” Ahsoka coms to both me and Anakin, and I know this is where I must end this chase.

Anakin’s head whips around to the building across from us, eyes narrowed and his hand goes to grip his saber. I suck in a breath, closing my eyes as I prepare for the pain. I pray to the Maker the blaster-proof vest will be enough to save me from the real threat of death.

I block Anakin completely from my mind before stepping into the wide-open space as a red light hits my chest.

“[name]!” I hear Anakin scream as the assassin's blaster finally hits me, unexpectedly knocking me so far back I fall from the edge of the building and into sudden darkness.

Ahsoka’s heart sinks seeing Master [name] fall from the edge as she rounds the corner. She looks up to see her Master immediately trying to follow [name], attempting to run from his cover but having to soon duck as a blaster shot flies past his face.

“I got her! Go!” Ahsoka called out to Anakin, hiding the fear in her voice as she looked up at him.

Anakin’s eyes widen as he looks down at her, and his face seems to drain of color for a moment. He’s afraid. Ahsoka so rarely sees real fear on her master's face. No matter the battle or injury. His demeanor never falters. His expression is always lax and words smooth, even as he’s faced with danger, but in this moment Ahsoka does not see that familiar bravery in her master now. That is what scares her the most.

She doesn’t watch long enough to notice how Anakin hesitates for far too long before he chases whoever shot [name], she has no time to do anything but rush to the Jedi Knight's side. [name]’s body is completely limp in a pile of boxes and trash, left arm twisted unnaturally. There’s no blood, but a black mark is burned into the knight’s white-robed chest.

Ahsoka pulls [name]’s body from the rumble, panicking when she does not awake. She lifts the knight's head into her lap but freezes her finger above [name’s] neck to check for a pulse. She fears she knows the answer. Ahsoka has watched people die. Despite her age, she’s a commander- she sees death every day. But never someone so close to her. Someone she regarded as a friend. As a sister.

“Master?” Ahsoka whispers as she finally puts her fingers to the soft spot on [name]’s neck. She gulps as she feels nothing, then tries the curve of her wrist. Then feels nothing again. She sucks in a breath as her eyes become glassy at the sight.

Ahsoka hears Anakin drop from the roof and run down to her. “How is she?” He pants, wild blue eyes looking down at them.

Ahsoka can barely move her head to look up at him, and when she does, she nearly lets tears fall. She doesn’t know if she has the words to say it. She knows Anakin and [name] were padawans together. She knows how close the pair are. She only pretends to be blind to her master’s deep attachment to the other Jedi knight for his sake. That’s why she can hardly hold it together when he crouches down to see [name] completely unresponsive.

“[name]?” Anakin says, voice rattling.

Ahsoka doesn’t fight him as he takes [name] from her arms and holds her in his. He brushes her hair away from her face to reveal her eyes closed with death. Ahsoka watches her master's eyes fill with grief as he clutches her body to him.

“[name]!” He yells louder this time, desperately shaking her shoulders. He puts his hands over the black mark on her chest and continuously presses down on it in a failed attempt to start back [names] still heart. Ahsoka can’t look anymore. She can’t watch her master hopelessly revive a dead woman.

Ahsoka stands and runs away when Anakin calls out her name again, tears now falling from his eyes as he stares at his lover's dead body.

He had to hand her body off to the authorities when they arrived. He had to explain what happened all while pretending he didn’t just lose his wife.

The hardest challenge of his life wasn’t fighting Count Dooku or leading the largest battalion in the Republic Military- it was returning to the Jedi Temple with nothing to show for his lover's existence but her blood on his robes and her lightsaber.

[name] was supposed to come to his quarters tonight after the meeting. They hadn’t seen each other in two weeks, each being assigned to different planets, but each immediately returned to the other, as always. His fears of her usually vanish once he is reunited with her after their respective missions. He always assumes she’s safe when she comes home. He’d never thought of the possibility of her dying on his watch.

He wished he could have been with her body longer, but as soon as he saw the flash of red and blue lights he had to wipe his tears and place her body on the stretcher and watch as the medics pulled the sheet over her. Once the door to his quarters hissed shut he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

He sat at the edge of the bed, and unclipped [names] lightsaber from his belt. He ran his flesh hand along the customized hilt and ignited the saber of his lover. He could almost picture her beautiful face behind the [color] glow, a smirk on her lips before she jumped into battle. His eyes filled with tears as he un-ignited it and the color vanished.

It felt like when his mother died all over again. Again, he failed to protect someone. Again, someone he loved died in his arms. The only difference was there was no one he could get revenge on for the needless death. The assassin had retreated like a coward after firing the blaster. Anakin’s not even sure if the assassin killed her instantly. Perhaps it had been the fall that took her life.

Anakin’s heart ached when sleeping alone that night. He had been looking forward to feeling the warmth of [name] beside him since he had first been sent to Krios. Now he’ll never feel [name] again. If he had just got to the assassin in time she’d still be here!

Anakin’s eyes burned with tears of fury. He had no idea who the shooter was but he would hunt the bastard down after [name]’s funeral. To hell with the Jedi Code- revenge was the only way Anakin could bring himself and Eria peace!

Anakin felt himself slipping, but he had no motivation to crawl back toward the light when [name] wasn’t there waiting for him.

Eria thought she had severed her connection to Anakin, but when she finally woke up she felt the overwhelming grief and anger of her husband. It was so strong for a moment she confused it as her own. Those emotions were quickly replaced by the ache in her chest and the pain of her defiantly broken arm.

Her tears were gulped down as the medical droid healed her wounds. The droid asked if she was experiencing emotional pain, and she had to lie and say it was just her arm. All she could think about was when she fell. She heard Anakin’s scream and felt his tears on her as she played dead in his arms. It took every part of her being to not open her eyes and apologize for what she had done.

The door to my medical room hissed open, and I glanced over to see Master Windu and Master Yoda in the white light.

“I hope my funeral went well,” I mutter as the door slides shut behind them.

I see Master Windu’s eyes narrow at me as I quickly cover my emotions and dry my tears. I had been specially chosen for this classified mission out of everyone else in the Jedi Order, and I wanted to act professionally with the Council member who picked me. Especially because Master Windu was known for his intense belief in the Code.

“A great performance, your corpse played,” Master Yoda says.

I well as funeral can go, I want to add, but am silence by the medical droid sticking a numbing substance into my arm. I looked at the deep bruise on my twisted arm and for a moment wondered if this would even work. I was sacrificing so much just to learn information that may not even be true. Will Anakin even forgive me once this is all over?

“Will go well, the plan will,” Yoda says, sensing my doubt.

“I fell from the top of a building- It better go well,” I huff in pain and remove the blasterproof vest that saved my life.

“Survived worse, you have,” Yoda comforts, and though I know the Jedi Elder is right, it doesn’t help much when my back has turned into one massive bruise.

“Young Skywalker knows this,” Windu says in a firm voice, arms crossed and eyes looking down at me. As if testing to see my reaction.

I breathed deeply and held strong. I wanted to beg for them to let him assist me in the mission or ask how he handled the funeral, but most of all, I wanted to beg to just see him. But it was vital to the integrity of the mission that no one knows- Especially Anakin, who would flare up in anger if he knew I would be walking into the role of a bounty hunter and disguising myself among them, armed with nothing but a blaster.

I know that Master Windu is testing me with his words. Though he picked me for this, I was quickly made aware of his doubts in me when he had to clarify Anakin to me in private not even Anakin may know.

“I took the vital suppressors, you instructed of me, Master. When Anakin moved my body… I was dead to him. It’s impossible that he knows I’m alive,” I assure both of them, though it was clear in my tone it weighed heavily on me to do so.

Yoda hummed in agreement, “Yes- but sense he will, that something is not right.”

I wanted to add that Anakin will have no contact with me as I understand how important it is he is left out of this, but a Jedi Healer enters the room and bows his head, interrupting the conversation. The healer comes to my side to mend my broken arm, and I nod to the Jedi Masters.

“Anakin’s reaction sold the sniper of my death. What has been done is done, and I will carry out the mission as has been asked of me,” I say to Windu with no hesitation and my head held high. He seems surprised for a moment but turns to leave.

“What’s done is done,” he repeats as the healer snaps my arm back into place.

The healer seems to also understand this meeting should remain in confidence. He bows, then leaves soon after I am healed. Finally alone, I begrudgingly accepted it was time to put on the masked disguise of the assassin I will be taking the place of.

I reach down to remove my lightsaber from my belt but feel nothing of the familiar grip I built myself. I look down to see its holster empty but find for the first time since my fall, I feel an absence of worry. I let a sad smile curve my lips as I realize who took it.

I know it’s safe with Anakin.

Notes: Part 2 coming soon! I'm sorry this is a little confusing if you've never watched the episode this is based on 😭

[luvdella]

I just found another one and it said reader but hade brackets around a name and I’m like 😭🔥😡😡 just call it an xOC, I get some people do it for to make it easier but writing y/n isn’t that hard man.

My point is just tag things properly

Me when it says it’s an X READER fic but READER has a name like hello? Not a X READER fic. And it’s always the most horrible names to like Mildred or Winnifred and sometimes there okay but do I look like an Amy to you?

[ontologicalmoki]

concept: an Ao3 reader software that changes xreader fic to a name and pronouns of your choice. It’s no longer an anakin skywalker/reader fic, now it’s anakin skywalker/your OC fic. Anakin skywalker/Buzz Lightyear.

this hypothetically means you could make the reader tag be anakin/a good book. Anakin/therapy. I just think it would be funny.

[bitchin-ass-pants]

So I was scrolling and I saw this cool idea that I love from @herami

It’s 10 fandoms, 10 Characters (or more cause why not)

1. My Hero Academia- Aizawa Shota (EraserHead), Yagi Toshinori (AllMight), Todoroki Enji (Endevor), Kayama Nemuri (Ms.Midnight(shut you face I’m in denial)), Yamada Hizashi (PresentMic). If you want one of the high school students, we might have to talk it out first. I can also do villains, but that would double this list.

2. Clone Wars- Captain Rex, Commander Cody, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ashoka Tano. Definitely willing to do more, but gotta limit this post lol.

3. The Mandolorian- Din Djarin, Fennec Shand, Boba Fett, Luke Skywalker, Bo-Katan Kryze

4. The Bad Batch- Wrecker, Crosshair, Tech, Hunter, Echo, and maybe a few more.

5. The Legend of Zelda- Link, Zelda, Sidon, Midna, Impa, Urbosa, etc.

6. The Hobbit- Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Kili, Fili, Bofir

7. Howl’s Moving Castle(the movie)- Howl Pendragon, Sophie Hatter, you can request others

8. Full Metal Alchemist- Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric, Roy Mustang, Jean Havoc, Hohenheim

9. NCIS- Jethro Gibbs, Anthony DiNozzo, Timothy McGee, Donald “Ducky” Mallard, Ziva David, Caitlin Todd

10. Black Clover- Magna Swing, Sukehiro Yami, Finral Roulacase, Klaus Lunettes

You can request these as ships, as xreader, or you can send me OCs!

[ohheyalex]

This is beautifully written and so tragic but I mean if you gotta turn to the dark side why not do it with Anakin by your side. Thank you for sharing 😊🩵

the power of the dark side.

Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader x f!Jedi!reader

rating: explicit. 18+ only. length: 5,178 content: ORDER 66, dead dove do not eat, canon-accurate violence, dark themes, child death, corruption, inappropriate use of the Force, smut [f receiving oral, v fingering, rough, unprotected p in v], kink(s) [choking] summary: Anakin promised that he would always find you, but you would never run.

“Stay here. Be silent. May the Force be with you.”

The last words you had spoken to the younglings as you tucked them away behind a locked door repeated in your ears as you silently made your way through the halls of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. You were certain time had simply ceased to exist, unsure exactly how long you’d been waiting for the catalyst for what you knew was to come. Recently knighted after 8 years of serving as Padawan to Master Mace Windu, you were still familiarizing yourself with the force in some ways, but today it was crucial that you could trust your instincts. Today, you had to listen to the force. 

Finding a corner to tuck yourself behind you closed your eyes, recentering yourself and waiting for something to feel right. The time passed even slower in what was, in reality, mere moments. When your eyes opened you found yourself standing before the Jedi High Council Chambers, your feet and the force working together to carry you to where you needed to be – to where you were destined to be. Clutching your lightsaber beneath your robes you took a deep breath, stepping into the chambers. 

It was him – of course it was him – behind the doors, a newly awoken darkness shrouding his eyes as he fixated on your every movement into the room. Standing where Master Yoda would have sat he looked ready to pounce at any moment, so you kept your distance in the center of the room. Tonight, Anakin Skywalker was pure darkness, fire, and something primal brimming through as his lips curved into the signature smirk – the one he always seemed to wear just for you. 

“I knew you would come to me if I willed it,” his words were dripping with confidence and desperation, and the smallest whisper of fear threatening to present itself despite his best efforts to keep it down. He knew – of course he knew – that you could feel him, that you knew the hidden emotions others could never hope to discover in him. The two of you, not far apart in age, had found yourselves in the force together in many ways, and it had resulted in a connection that the Jedi Council noted their weariness of many times. “Mace Windu is dead. He attempted to assassinate the Chancellor.”

“I felt his death,” was your simple affirmation, a curt nod accompanying your words. “And I felt your part in it.”

“He was a traitor, angel,” his words were chased by his signature laugh, taunting you behind the new look in his eyes. The nickname he’d called you so many times sounded so wrong from him now, and a chill ran down your back. Your stomach tight, you swallowed hard as you began to listen to the voice in your mind telling you that nothing would be the same after tonight. Just how much it was supposed to change, the events that were to follow – no instinct could prepare you for it. 

“Anakin…what have you done?”

“I am bringing peace to the galaxy,” was the statement that left his mouth, but you both knew what it really meant – he was fulfilling his destiny. He was becoming more. He was becoming stronger, more powerful – everything he had always wanted. He was free. This new tone was him – completely him – free of his lifelong feeling of obligation to others for the first time in his life. Today was a day for what he desired, for what only he could do. “Join me.”

The two words were simple but oh-so complex, and you found yourself unable to respond to his request – to his demand – as you fought to find an adequate breath. He took advantage of your stunned mind to assert his plan further.

“The Jedi are going to be gone soon. Most have been killed by now – and I will not leave this temple full of the threat to the galaxy that is the Jedi,” his words were venom as he spoke of the organization that raised him, no affection left within his heart for the group. 

“Then you’ll have to kill me, Anakin,” your eyes finally focused on his and you fought back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, unwilling to display weakness for him. If you were to die today, you would die with dignity. There would be no begging from your mouth as the man who you had once trusted, the man who had saved your life numerous times throughout your years as a Padawan. “For I am a Jedi Knight.”

His laughter filled the air once more, though this round was far more sinister than the last as his eyes burned into yours. His smirk found its home on his features again as he stepped closer to you, reveling in the way your heart rate increased for him. “You are no Jedi.”

“Then what am I?”

“So much more,” he finished closing the gap between the two of you to his liking, content with you being a mere two arm’s lengths away for now, though tonight he was intent on making you drop the last of the pointless Jedi barriers you held around you. “We are stronger together – I make you stronger. You belong at my side, building something better…together. Come with me to finish eradicating the Jedi, to eliminate the Separatists and to bring peace to the galaxy. You can be so much more than what the Jedi allow you to be.”

Your tear ducts betrayed you and the salty liquid forming in your eyes spilled over, rolling down your cheeks as your lightsaber was withdrawn from your robes. He raised an eyebrow as you took a step back from him, igniting your blade which threatened to fall to the floor from your shaking hand. He was asking you to do the impossible – to leave the only stability you had known since being removed from your family at such a young age, to murder those you’d sworn to protect and teach, to sink into the dark side. The boy you had known for over a decade, who had been the only real security you’d ever felt, was asking you to betray everything you’d ever learned for him. The conflicting emotions boiled inside of you and the hot tears spilled down your cheeks larger and faster, building as more emotions poured into them, particularly a new one for a young Jedi – anger.

As you entered a stance he’d seen so many times before – one he always said reminded him of a Loth cat – that same smirk played on his lips again. “Go on then, angel. Give into your anger. You will find strength in it as I have.”

A broken sound, not quite a yell, not quite a whine  – one Anakin had never heard from you before – erupted from your throat and you raised the blade above your head you found nothing need intervene – you could never bring yourself to lower the blade to him. Looking into his eyes you saw the man who had saved your life not even a year ago on Nal Hutta, the one who had wrapped you in his robe to cover the indecent outfit the Hutts had dressed you in. The one who had threatened to strike down anyone who even looked at you. The one who had held you in the ship as you, for once, let so many emotions spill from you. It was the second time he’d seen you cry, the third being now. 

Despite his primary driving force being the rage he felt at the Jedi’s betrayal, seeing you cry did make his stomach turn deep within, and somewhere a quiet voice in his mind hoped that he’d never have to see you cry again. If you would just listen to him, he would ensure that you never felt like this for the rest of your life. Your movements had frozen and you simply stood there, lightsaber raised, tears pouring from your eyes as you contemplated what to do – what could anyone do in a situation like this? Impatient and running out of time, Anakin used the force to pull your saber to his hand, tossing it to the side with a growl. His attention focused elsewhere, even if just for a moment, you made a desperate dash toward the door only to be stopped in your place – just as the doors had begun to open. 

He used the force to turn you to him, his brows furrowed together as he shook his head. “You would rather die with the people who took you from your family? You would rather bleed with them than take your place at my side? The Council would have cast you out within the year – Jedi can’t have attachments and you’ve never been able to follow that one rule. Have you?”

His taunting words stabbed into your chest like no weapon ever could and you fought to allow your eyes to fall on him again, the tears frozen on your cheeks. This anger that had consumed him had made him stronger, and despite the fact you were certainly not weak, it did take a great deal of your strength to be able to fight through his manipulation of the force. 

“I…have…no…attachments,” you fought to state through clenched teeth, his eyes narrowing at your complete disrespect toward him but inwardly commending you for being strong enough to fight him – not that you could do it forever. 

“Where would you run, angel? I will always find you,” his words quickened as he closed the distance between the two of you, his steps long and heavy as he sought to be closer to you. Despite his movement his invisible grasp on you did not falter, and even in your conflicted mind you had to commend Anakin for this newfound strength – it was what he had always wanted. You swallowed hard at his choice of words, his intention to mimic the words he’d uttered Nal Hutta clear. The conversation between the two of you in the ship that night had replayed in your mind nearly every day since then. In all honesty, there was a lot about that near two week stretch of time that you didn’t – couldn’t – think about…but often, your rescue replayed in your mind.

Cold, wet, hard, and slimy were the only four words adequate enough to describe how the eleven days spent on Nal Hutta had been. Everyone – seriously, everyone – in the galaxy knew exactly how the Hutts liked to dress their playthings. When that current plaything happened to be a Jedi who had found herself bested by a bounty hunter, it only made the satisfaction to see her in the outfit that much more.

Anakin had fought his way through the filth and grime to find you, slicing the chains that held you and forcing you against his side under his arm, his robe shielding you from prying eyes for the first time in days. Having recalled so much of that day you were certain you’d clung to Anakin’s side, releasing a sigh of relief at how warm he was. 

But it wasn’t just the warmth his closeness provided, it was how everything felt around him. This close to him, you were safer than you could ever be and deep within you wished everyday could be spent this close to him – to feel this secure. Anakin’s lightsaber had stayed ignited and his eyes had revealed so much of the darkness within him that day – if anyone had pushed a singular button over taking you with him, he would have killed for you that day.

You still hadn’t come to terms with Anakin’s role in your rescue entirely. It was controversial with the High Council, who had lectured Anakin for hours on end. Your summons to the High Council was much shorter, a firm warning from the Masters – that Anakin would be your downfall. You were certain by the reaction from the council and the way Anakin had behaved that day he had taken at least one life that day on his quest to save you – and he held no regret for the action. But with you, that night, he was the softest he had ever been. 

Back in the ship – outfitted with several troopers who hadn’t even needed to join Anakin – he had pulled you aside for a semblance of privacy. His eyes contained storms of emotion as he kept a grip on your shoulders, hands trembling with the emotions he wanted to express but couldn’t remember how. Struggling to find the words his mind sought he unwrapped his robe from himself, draping it around your shoulders and pulling you flush against him. 

Words weren’t needed as he held you…as a balance was formed at this hint of a union and a gentle, soothing hum surrounded you and allowed the world to fade. In his arms, returning to the stars, you let yourself free of your normal restraints, allowing Anakin to hold all of the strength in this bubble together. You wept, clinging to him, trembling in his arms, nails digging at his skin at the slightest movement from him, controlled by the fear that he may withdraw from you. He had held you the entire duration to Coruscant, his fingers digging into you the best they could through the oversized robe encompassing you in his scent. He had rested his chin on your head, eyes closed, content at the melancholy meditation this situation presented to you both. 

“I owe you one, Ani,” you’d spoken so quietly to him he wasn’t entirely sure it was allowed, to this day questioning if the two of you for a moment had joined in your own mental world to have true privacy. “I was…afraid.”

“I felt it,” he’d replied, wrapping his arms tighter in an attempt to coax you back into relaxation, his only true desire soaking in this moment with you. The part of him that cared for you wanted to provide you with the comfort you needed, but the selfishness that always lurked beneath hoped the conversation could be had while he held you, not willing to let you go just yet – unsure when this opportunity would present itself next. 

“That place…it was horrible, Anakin. I could barely feel anything, I felt so lost.”

“You could never be lost with me around. I will always find you. ”

When his words had first been spoken so many days ago they were comforting, assuring that there was someone in the galaxy who cared about you beyond your status as a Jedi. Now, his tone flirted with playfulness as he taunted you with them, coaxing you to follow him down his new path. Years of Jedi indoctrination screamed at you that these words in this context were so wrong, but your thoughts and feelings had to disagree. Tonight your heart knew this was his form of the promise that you’d longed to hear – but your training simply could not allow you to give into this path. 

“Things have changed…Anakin. You’ve…changed. Attachments change,” you could barely manage to choke out, your windpipe still restrained by his use of the force. Anakin’s control faltered, certain he had won you over by now, and he lessened his invisible grasp on you, choosing to change his approach. This, with you, didn’t need to be about the Jedi or Sith – it only needed to be about the two of you. 

He had not freed you of his control fully and he began moving you toward the wall nearest to you, his tall frame leaning over yours to aid in keeping you in your place. You couldn’t help but notice how handsome he looked this way, his eyes dark, his brows pulled together and the lightest smirk playing on his lips, his pink tongue darting out to wet his lips. His hair, the longest it had ever been, was falling in dampened curls around his face. It was ironic, truly, that he called you ‘angel’, as in your mind that was the only way to describe him. 

“I will never forget how I felt when I learned you had been taken to Nal Hutta,” he attempted to state with an aura of confidence but instead revealed his true emotions, the emotions he had felt that night – fear, worry, pain. His gloved, robotic hand found its way to your hip and his senses sought out every reaction this new touch had on you. His voice dropped as he continued, hovering his mouth close enough to your ear for his warm breath to stun you. “I was so afraid. Everything changed for me that day…those eleven days. I would do anything to make sure you’re by my side – forever, once I’m strong enough, once I’ve learned to defy death.”

This was never the exact way you had dreamt of this scenario playing out, but there were certainly elements that made this scene ignite conflict within you – the light and dark finding another platform to battle within your heart, mind, and very spirit. You had been raised to find faith and goodness in the light, in the Jedi Order, and there were so many things about what Anakin was suggesting that went against everything you, hypothetically, believed in. But there was still somewhere within the little girl who’d met Anakin first on Coruscant, who’d longed to hear him say the feelings his stoic mask usually hid. 

Hearing him begin his confession in this way, his voice lower and dripping with emotions you’d never heard from him before inspiring your own mind to explore feelings you never had before. The cocktail of emotions was overwhelming – anger, fear, sadness, confusion…desire, desperation, arousal…freedom. None of these things were the Jedi way – none of these feelings were acceptable, particularly not for him. And yet with his lips so dangerously close to your ear, there was no genuine attempt at suppressing them that could be made as his lips barely ghosted against the sensitive skin behind your jaw. 

All too fast the feeling of all air being knocked out of you returned, your throat constricting as he returned to his interrogation of you. His tone was somehow a gentle contrast to the pressure he was applying to your throat, his lips still brushing ever-so-slightly across your neck. “I want the truth – I want to hear it from you. Stop lying to me – to yourself – to everyone. You are no Jedi – you are irreversibly attached to someone.”

His lips fully connected over your pulse at that point and the sound that burst from your throat at the feeling betrayed any chance you may have had left in saying you had no attachments. You could feel the curve of his lips as his smirk returned, his grasp on your waist tightening under the grasp of gloved metal, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek softly. Anakin’s eyes were always expressive, particularly compared to the more traditional Jedi, and yet even now after all of the years beside Anakin you were seeing something new in them – pleading…desperation…terror. It was impossible to place which one had started him down this path. 

Anakin needed you to say yes. He needed you to agree to go forward with him, to forsake the treasonous Jedi and their beliefs and to become so much more at his side. His ideal future was only possible if your piece to the puzzle was added – without you, it would never be complete. But the first step down this path for you was to face the truth and accept the feelings you harbored from him – this was the only way forward. His voice was softer, his grasp lightening ever so slightly as he released his force grasp to allow you some freedom, still holding your body against the wall with his sheer strength as he tried once more. 

“I already know the truth, angel…your attachment mirrors my own…there is no hiding this from me,” his eyes never left yours as his thumb familiarized itself with your cheekbone, his words dripping with sincerity. 

The tears flowed down your cheeks again now that control had been returned to you and you couldn’t bring yourself to hide from him anymore – not from the one person who truly saw you. Your voice was hardly above a whisper as you finally gave into him, finally confirming the last piece to his galactic puzzle. 

“I can never lose you, Anakin,” your voice broke, your hands sliding to rest on his shoulders. Despite everything, once again there was nothing but the pair of you together navigating this moment together. “I couldn’t…I can’t…lose you. In the whole galaxy, you’re all I ha-.”

Your final word was swallowed by him as his lips crashed into yours, his grasp on your hip once again tightening as he finally discovered the answer to how soft your lips were. His hand cupping your cheek slid back into your hair, grasping the strands there loosely to pull you closer to him, to hold your lips against his. You couldn’t have pulled away if you wanted to, but to his surprise you made no attempt, instead melting into him and returning the kiss. 

Everything hummed around the pair once again as they made their way back into the chambers fully, a gasp falling from your lips as your legs hit the backs of one of the seats. Forced to sit you looked up at him, hands clutching at his sides now as both of his hands found place on your cheeks, eyes taking on a newfound adoration as he gazed upon you. This newfound freedom and closeness with Anakin had you feeling entirely new – empowered, uninhibited, greedy…selfish. He was the only thing that could hold your focus, particularly with his lips curved upward once again. 

“Look at you…so pretty in your old Master’s seat,” his words caused the realization to finally strike you and he waited for you to fight the placement, only to pleasantly find you seemed to hang on his every word. Sinking to his knees in front of you he leaned forward again to connect his lips to yours, releasing his hold on your face to remove the glove from the cold, metal hand. Pushing your robe free from your form he marveled in the rarely seen sight of you without those bulky robes, his hands both finding place at your waist. “He always acted like he was better than us, and look now…he lies dead in the streets and you sit mewling for me.”

A whimper fell through your lips again as they sought to reconnect with his and his chuckle sounded again, his hands making quick work of removing your tunic, your belt, your pants…anything that was separating you from him. You’d wasted so much precious time resisting him tonight and there was no more time that could be wasted – but he simply couldn’t move forward without proving his devotion to you. Satisfied with the removed layers from you when you were bare to him he removed his lips from yours, wetting them with his pink tongue. 

It was hardly fathomable as he dipped his tousled-curl covered head between your legs, reaching to lift your legs over his shoulders to angle you upward to him. His lips trailed a path he’d mapped in his mind thousands of times along the inside of your thighs, a content sigh releasing from his chest at the feeling of finally being able to confirm every suspicion he’d ever held about how your body would respond to him. Your fingers reached to find stability within his curls, fingers weaving into his locks as his face surged forward, his tongue licking a flat stripe against your already dripping cunt. 

Anakin had never been quiet, certainly – he always had an opinion, always a sarcastic chuckle waiting to grace the room…but the moan that came from him as he finally tasted you would be the noise you heard in dreams for a lifetime. You rewarded his action with a pleasured moan of your own, your head falling back against the seat as his tongue began to work at you. His flesh hand dragged up your thigh before settling near your core, his index finger immediately slipping into you as he sucked firmly on your clit. 

He began pumping the lone finger into you, emboldened by the first lovely sounds he had ever heard fill the walls of this room. Turning his head to lay claim across your thigh with his teeth he applied the force to your clit, sending vibrations through the little nub as he added his middle finger to your soaked sex. As his fingers scissored within you, preparing your tight walls for his soon-coming conquering of you. The combination of his fingers, the invisible vibrations on your clit and the feeling of his warm mouth sucking purple marks into your thighs inviting you to orgasm. 

He felt the ways your legs begin to tremble and the tightening of your walls around his fingers. Placing a smirk on his lips as he looked up at your heavy lidded eyes as you watched him lean his lips back in to suck your clit, allowing the force to continue the vibrations. With a scream of his name your orgasm rushed through you, your walls frantically grasping at his fingers. When he was certain your climax had faltered he rose to his feet once again, pushing his pants to his ankles with fumbling hands, the anticipation of what was to come causing adrenaline to flood throughout him. 

His metal hand reached to grasp you, to pull you to your feet so he could replace you in the seat, leaning back with his legs slightly spread, enticing you to him. Extending the hand not holding your waist he offered you to join him in your rightful place, and so you did, sliding your hand into his and dropping to straddle his waist. He fisted himself as he used his metal hand to guide your hips down, groaning as the wet heat of your cunt engulfed his cock. 

“Oh, angel,” he moaned as you embraced every inch of him, hips bucking upward into you as the head of his cock found your cervix. Gripping his shoulders for stability and seeing stars at the feeling of him filling you, confirming that your imagination could never have adequately created this scenario – this was better than anything the mind was capable of creating. “I should have never waited this long to have you.”

His words caused the heat within you to boil over as you began to grind your hips down into his, desperate to feel him move within you. Grasping your hips and beginning to thrust up into you his head fell back, eyes closing at the feeling and taking a moment to savor how deep he reached, knowing time was short. Fortunately, he had you in his grasp now and he would never have to be without you again – he would never deny himself when it came to you. 

You reached down to press a soft kiss to his neck, breaking him from his thoughts of the future as he began to pump up into you again, setting a steady pace up into you as he held you in place, your teeth dragging across the skin of his shoulder. Your voice was still roughened by his use of the force against your windpipe but it was the sweetest you’d sounded as you whined praises to him – how good he felt, how strong he was, how good he made you feel – giving him all of the validation he’d ever wanted from you. 

Suddenly raising a hand and grabbing your hair at the back of your head he tilted your face up to him, lowering his face to burn his eyes into yours as he began a rougher pace. His voice was stern and serious, but dripping with satisfaction and adoration as he purred against your lips, “Please tell me you’re mine, angel. I have…to hear it.”

“I am, Anakin,” his frustrated huff that chased you using his name made your stomach twist, his pace coming relentless as he began to pinpoint that spongy spot deep inside you, using the force to send soft vibrations on your clit. His brows pulled together and he shook his head, fighting to find the words he needed. Fortunately, you didn’t often need to be told by him – you frequently just knew, whether it be by some connection in the force or just knowing him. “I am yours…Lord Skywalker.”

His features softened immediately, his bliss affirming itself in the sweetest, most appreciative moan as his lips found yours again. His hands grasped your hips as he rocked up into you, his thrusts becoming sloppy as sweat dripped from his brown onto yours. No words had to be spoken as you both reached your climax, your nails digging into his shoulders as your clenching walls coaxed him to paint them with his cum. His forehead leaned against yours, eyes closed as he breathed in the feeling of coming down from what he was sure was what he’d heard some species call “heaven” with you in his arms. 

It didn’t matter what path he chose to lead you down – from here, whatever path he chose was perfect as long as it was the path taken together. For so long he had been all you had, and nothing seemed too dark or impossible with him by your side – he was your strength. Placing a soft kiss to his lips once more you rose, fixating your clothing back onto yourself and covering your frame with your robe. The moment you finished he stood before you, using his thumb and index finger to grasp your chin and tilt your face to his. 

“You know what you must do.” 

And so you did, securing the hood to cover more of your face than you’d done before and leaving, intent on proving you weren’t afraid of the dark. Returning to the locked room you’d left the future of the Jedi Order, instructing those hiding inside to go to the High Council Chambers – you’d remember the faces that looked up at you until your final breath, but at the time, darkness clouded your vision as all your mind found clarity in was Anakin’s destiny – your destiny. As you watched those you’d sworn to protect disappear into the chamber, hearing the familiar hum of two lightsabers illuminating from within as the doors locked. 

As Darth Vader emerged and continued his pursuit of peace, his robes billowed behind him as he made his way down the hall, his re-gloved hand motioning for you to follow. Unable to refuse him ever again, you continued to follow him on the path to the dark side.

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characters i write for

criminal minds

harry potter

the vampire diaries

the originals

stranger things

shameless

wednesday (coming soon)

marvel (coming soon)

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[darkened-writer]

STAR WARS REQUESTS PLEASE !!

I am writing mostly for Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Padme, however I am very open to write for Mando, Luke, Leia, Han, Rey, Poe, and Kylo!

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HELP ME!

Sooooooooooo... I know I have a couple of requests I need to get done for this book and I said that I would publish the other Barba fanfic soon as well but I got inspiration. I've been having a tough time with life right now (gotta love anxiety) and so I came up with this cute idea. The only problem is I don't know what fandom I should write it for.

I need off of y'alls help to decide which fandom and character this story will go to. I will give the blurb and then you can all drop your comments below! Whichever has the most comments wins!

Fandoms: Law and Order Svu, Star Wars, Criminal Minds, MCU

Also, should it be a reader insert or OFC?

Blurb:

Dear Mr. B,

It's so hard to keep going. Nothing seems to be enough. I am not enough. Every day is a constant war in my head and I am afraid that one day it will.Sincerely, Miss F/I

Dear Miss F/I,It pains me every day to read this feeling that is taking you over. How I wish that I could take away your pain. I may have never laid eyes upon you but I would steal the moon and stars just to make you happy.Forever yours, Mr. B

To the world, it may seem as if you were the luckiest person on Earth. A full-ride scholarship, a new luxury apartment, a mother with the perfect job. But no ones knows what happens within those walls. To cope you write letters and hide them on the roof of your building. But one day the letters disappear and is replaced with one with elegant writing. This will mark the beginning of your correspondence with a mysterious Mr. B.

COMMENT BELOW!!!!!! :)

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25 Days of Winter

From December 1st to December 25th I will be posting these! 

They’re all going to be fluffy, no sadness here (we got enough of that already this year). Some may be full blown fics, some may just be small drabbles. All of them will be linked here and in the respective masterlists.

Dean Winchester x Reader - Getting Ready for a Party

Beric Dondarrion x Reader - Making Gingerbread Houses

Anakin Skywalker x Reader - Going on a Sleigh Ride

Poe Dameron x Reader - Going Sledding

Bucky Barnes x Reader - Decorating 

Sansa Stark x Reader - Making a Snowman

Jaime Lannister x Reader - Watching Snow Fall

Sandor Clegane x Reader - Horseback Ride in the Snow

Boba Fett x Reader - Caught Under Mistletoe

Paz Vizsla x Reader - Going Ice Skating

Tony Stark x Reader - Heat Went Out

Theon Greyjoy x Reader - Baking Sweets

Sam Winchester x Reader - Getting Sick

Negan x Reader - Peeking at/Shaking Presents

Finn x Reader - Wrapping Presents

Bronn x Reader - Hiding Gifts

Cara Dune x Reader - Seeing Snow for the First Time

Tormund Giantsbane x Reader - Snowball Fight

Daryl Dixon x Reader - Singing Carols

Rey x Reader - Sitting in front of a Roaring Fire

Din Djarin x Reader - Snowed In

Yara Greyjoy x Reader - Exchanging Gifts

Peter Parker x Reader - Ugly Sweaters

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader - Drinking Cocoa Under a Blanket

Podrick Payne x Reader - Fake Dating

[pen-demic]

Fandoms

HERE IS WHAT I WRITE FOR:

> Star Wars

> The Mandalorian

> Marvel

> Supernatural

> The Witcher

> John Wick

> The Vampire Diaries

> The Originals

> Witches of East End

> Teen Wolf

[moon-antics]

hello everyone !!

this is my first post on here and i am scared and excited to be active on here! :3 i will be posting imagines, oneshots etc. from multiple fandoms which i will declare later on. i hope you’ll enjoy your time here as much as i will

have a good day!

[murdockussy]

Im neck deep in Sith!Obi so maybe some of that? Xreader…Putting reader in her place 🥹

Writing this has me in a deep Sith! Obi-Wan hole that I never want to leave. I love this request and I hope you enjoy it!!

(Head to my masterlist to read more about requests :))

Nothing Like You

Warnings: Fighting, choking, death references, sad Obi but he's hot when he's angry

Words: 4,700 ish

There was only one way to describe you felt – cold. Though not like the chill you’d feel as a cool breeze blew against your skin, or the icy metal of your lightsaber handle after being untouched for hours on end. No, this was different. This was the kind of cold that created an echoing tremble beneath your bones, that caused your mouth to run dry as you continued on your journey. The constant chill that ran through your spine stemmed from no relation to weather, but a place of unease – of fear. 

Years before now – back when you were only approaching your trials for becoming a Jedi Master - there had been rumors sparked about a troubled Padawan and his loyal Master. It was believed that the Padawan - Anakin Skywalker - had been clouded by a darkened influence, his beliefs contorting down an immoral path Jedi swore to never go down. It was said that his Master - Obi-Wan Kenobi - had tracked the boy down to put an end to his disorder, thought what was to follow remained a mystery to all.  

Some believe that Kenobi never made it – that Skywalker was too well hidden for him to find. Many suspect that the Master is still seeking out his Padawan. Others till this day often debate over the idea of Kenobi succeeding, only to cut his life short afterwards from guilt. Either way, the Jedi Order and the Republic remained stable, people still enduring their peaceful lives within the temple.  

However, all began to change when a handful of your fellow Council members began to disappear one by one, not a word spoken or a trace left behind, which led you to where you were today. 

It had been close to three days since you left the temple, yourself as well as other Jedi recruited individually to seek out the missing personnel. Given the little information you had on the issue, you all jumped to action with no guidance or direction, your only navigation being your gut feeling and the Force. 

For the first two days, you’d flown from planet to planet in hopes to communicate with any available resources, any allies of the Jedi, to gather information, only to be let down by almost everyone's unfamiliarity with the situation. With no lead, you jetted out to deeper space, little hope to be found until you felt something – a sudden yet powerful disturbance within the Force – you instantly following the path it was leading you across.   

The pull led you to an unknown planet, your ships navigations reading the terrene as completely vacant, and the closer you flew towards it, the more a feeling of restlessness began to expand inside you, growing wider in mass as you drew closer.  

Dipping into what looked like a lifeless valley, the grounds beneath you were paved with red lava, the rivers of it a glowing blur as you skimmed just above the surface, you taking in the vast charcoal mountains surrounding you as you continued to peruse the draw of the Force. Your commute came to a stop as you reached a dead end, your pull taking a final tug as you landed your spacecraft atop of a flat cliff. 

Switching off the engines, you shook the overwhelming feeling of nerves as you tugged your robe over your shoulders and grasped onto the handle of your saber, the weight of it resting in your palms bringing you a slither of comfort. 

Stepping out onto the land, you couldn’t help but be somewhat appreciative of the sight before you – a volcano like mountain standing tall, you unable to see anything above it besides the dim smokey skies, trickles of raging lava cascading down the sides bringing light to the inky structure. At the base of the abundance was a hollow opening, a cave engulfed by darkness.  

Igniting your saber, you held the weapon in front of you, your blade illuminating the walls of the cavity as you hesitantly entered, the sight of your ship growing faint behind you.  

The further you trekked, the worse your emotions grew, your anxiety peaking as you walked, the sounds of your boots crushing rubble beneath you mixing with trickles of water in the distance echoing around you, your eyes constantly averting from left to right. Something definitely was off about this place, and you were certain that whatever it was would not be good news. 

Your tour felt never ending, the sights around you remaining the same as you walked, and at one point you considered the possibility that you’d somehow got yourself caught in a hallucinative loop. That changed, however, when the acoustics around you grew quieter, you spotting a door like structure carved into the stone ahead. You approached it with caution, you switching the angle of your lightsaber to take in the mysterious carvings on the surface of the entrance, it portraying symbols that were unknown to you.  

Before you had the chance of attempting to decode the message, the wall slid backwards, you jumping at the sudden movement, pulling your weapon close to your body as you changed your stance, preparing to attack. Met with nothing but silence, you relaxed slightly, your stance still defensive as you proceeded towards the door, your fingers pressing against the crack in the surface, the rock swinging open. 

Stepping beyond the door, you were met with what seemed to be a second cave, the circular room larger in width than in length, the space illuminated by the dangling torches hanging from the wall's surfaces. 

Passing beyond the doorway, your head tilted to take in the multiple hallways stemming from the room, you were oblivious to the closing of the door behind you, the thud of the frame closing causing you to spin with an audible gasp. Your back to the room, you frantically darted your eyes around the doorway, confused by the lack of presence you anticipated to be there – though something lingered in the air that caused you to feel nervous, a certain darkness that added to your weighty unease. 

As you attempted to spin yourself back around to explore the cave, a sudden pressure snaked itself around the entirety of your body, a tightness on your neck causing the air around to become difficult to inhale. Your body grew limp, blood running cold as your feet disconnected with the stone floor beneath you, fear prickling across your skin as you levitated. Instantly you recognized the power being used against you – the Force – though not the kind you’d harvested for the entirety of your life. Whoever your new opponent was, they were completely surrounded by darkness.  

Using all you might, you fought for air as you attempted in every way possible to break free from the Force hold, your body remaining stiff as you gradually were dragged slowly through the air away from the door, the movements coming to a pause once you were center of the room. 

Your hand began to unwillingly loosen on your weapon, the blade of your saber lowering back into its handle before being pulled forcefully from your hand, a soft clap of the metal meeting with fabric sounding from behind you. Your eyes began to water, your mind feeling light as you continued to fight for air, your voice strained as you pushed out a soft plea, “...Put me... down” 

The pressure surrounding you suddenly dissipated, your heightened body falling to the floor, you landing on your side before lifting yourself into a kneeling position, your hands resting on your chest as you remained doubled over gasping for air.  

Your fuzzy brain regained its focus, your vision clearer from the oxygen flowing into your lungs once again, you only just taking notice of the shadowed figure in the corner of your eye. Raising your body into a standing position, you turned to face the person before you, the silhouette of a body seated on top of a colossal charcoal throne, their face shielded by the hood of their black robe, one of their legs bent resting on the seat in front of them while the other placed itself onto the floor, their foot tapping on the stone surface of the ground. 

Your stomach dropped at the sight. You could feel the rage, the darkened power radiation off them as they sat smugly, spread out on their throne, you coming to a swift understanding of why you’d been feeling so anxious – the answer was seated directly in front of you.  

Out of instinct, your palm opened as you attempted to drag your weapon back to you, only to be met by a strong resistance, you spotting the gloved hand of the person gripping the hilt of your saber, you switching to a less abrasive plan of action – you'd have to talk your way out of this. 

“Who are you?” 

You were met with a response of deep laughter, your patience beginning to wear thin as you took a step closer to the hooded figure. 

“I asked you a question, show yourself!” you called, the echo of your choice swimming between the walls of the room. 

The figure slowly adjusted their position, both their legs now touching the ground beneath them as their posture turned upright, their free hand steadily inching its way to their hood before pulling, the fabric of their disguise falling behind their head revealing their face.   

Your eyes widened as you absorbed features of the man. His hair long, loose pieces falling against his forehead. On his left cheek, a permanent scar, a single line of deep reds and purples dripping from his cheekbone through to the edges of his lips. Though what stood out most of all was his gleaming eyes, the rings of his orbs a vibrant yellow hugged by a red horizon, a chill running down your spine as you caught them staring directly into yours. 

He watched as you stalled, fear striking you. It had been so many years since you’d heard of a Sith, let alone encountered one. 

“You’re afraid” The voice taunted, his eyes never leaving yours, “by my understandings, that isn’t very Jedi like, now is it?” 

You dismissed his words as you attempted to restrain your emotions, not wanting him to read your sentiments any further. For a second time, you attempted to lure your weapon back to you side, your trial resisted against once again, his strength even stronger this time. 

“If you wish for your weapon, all you have to do is ask” he smugly joked. 

“What do you want from me?” you asked, your voice sturdy, you beginning to move closer to the throne the man sat atop of, mentally creating a plan of action. 

“What makes you think I wanted you? You are the one who came to me, after all” 

“The Force led me here, though I see now that it wasn’t the Force. It was just you, wasn’t it?” 

“Smart little thing you are. However, still so foolish to fall into my trap, just like those before you” 

Alarms began to ring in your mind at his words, you starting to connect to missing puzzle pieces. 

“This is something you do often, falsely lure people in?” 

“Not just people - Jedi. Though only the weakest of them seem to fall for it” 

Suddenly it clicked, the disappearances of the Council members now making sense. They we’re bought here under false pretenses, just as you had been. But now one question remained – where were they? 

“Whatever trap you think you have me in, I will not fall for it” 

“Don’t be so naive. You know within your pathetic, hopeful little heart that you’re already trapped. But you should be proud, so far you’ve survived longer than the rest did” 

“Where are they?” 

“They’re gone” he said, raising his hand above him with an open palm, the sounds of rattling metal appearing from one of the hallway exits beside you, “Returned to whatever pathetic afterlife they believe in” 

You caught the movement from the corner of your eye, your attention turning towards it. Your stomach dropped as you caught sight of the levitating pile of weapons, memorable lightsaber hilts piled together, some destroyed, burnt and broken, others completely intact – they belonged to your fellow council members, and you realised in that moment that they truly were gone. 

“Don’t be so sorrowful. Their deaths we’re quick, practically painless – some of them, anyway” he scoffed, a small smile pulling at his lips as he gawked over the stack of weapons.  

You took the small chance you had while the Sith was distracted to take back your saber, the resistance no longer there as you pulled it towards you through the Force, the metal flying through the air before landing in your palm, a wave of ease flowing through your veins as you gripped it with all your might, igniting the flaming blade. 

Too late to stop your movements, the man threw the sabers back into the room they appeared from, the crashing sounds of them colliding with the floor causing you to jump, his face devious as his attention diverted back to you, his posture tightening. 

“Smart move. A courageous thing you are, such a shame for you to go to waste” 

“You won’t kill me” you spat, your legs spreading as you adjusted your stance, preparing for any form of attack. 

“You weren’t exactly who I wished to have here in the first place, don’t be so egotistic” 

The man stood, his frame appearing larger than yours as he stepped away from his throne, his direction aiming towards you. You side stepped, your legs slowly carrying you in the opposite direction of the man, him following pursuit, the two of you circling around one another from a distance. 

“I’m not the one here with an ego issue” 

A laugh erupted from the man, his prefect teeth flashing you a smile you’d believe to be genuine, friendly even. In the moment, you took a small slither of appreciation for the man's looks, his handsomeness shining through his dishonorable demeanor. 

“You remind me of myself. I used to be as likeminded as you are, brave, daring, lig-” 

“I am nothing like you. We are not the same” 

His arm extended in front of him, gloved palm rotating to face you, your body stopping in its tracks. A sudden tight grip wrapped itself around you, squeezing you together from the neck down, a pressure on your throat lightly tightening, but you we’re still able to breathe unlike the last time. 

“Do not interrupt me!” the man howled, his arm reached out as he stormed towards you, your heart beginning to rapidly beat. 

He came to a pause a few feet away from you, his Force hold remaining strong as he stepped to the side, him now circling around you figure as his eyes raked your body up and down, watching as you attempted to fight against his grip. 

“Your eagerness is intriguing. If I kill you now, your power goes to waste... but I can’t exactly let you walk out of here free, can I?” 

“Let go of me” you responded, ignoring his question. 

His body slowly passed your front, his eyes starting at your feet before working their way up to your face, you losing sight of him again as he worked his way behind you. 

“I can give you a choice, a change of freedom” he said, you falling silent, him taking that as a que to continue. 

“Either I kill you now” he spoke as he stepped forward, his voice appearing now directly behind you, his breath fanning over your ear sending chills down your spine, you lips parting in shock. “Or... you join me” he cooed into your other ear. 

“No!” you spat, your head twisting to the side to face him, a smirk forming as he watched you struggle harder against his hold. 

“Show a little appreciation, young one, you’re the first that’s even gotten the chance to make it out of here alive” 

“I would rather die than to become a Sith, to become someone like you!” 

To your complete shock, his hold around you faltered at your words, his smirk quivering. You took his bizarre reaction to your advantage, you continuing to throw insults his way. 

“To be your apprentice would be worse than death itself. You are no leader I would live for!” 

His features turned sour, yet his hold grew loose, you ongoing with your words. 

“To have you as a Master would be a dishonor!” 

A small whispered “No�� escaped through his tight frown, his scorching eyes clouded with painful thoughts as he watched you. You took your chance at his distraction, your closed fist opening slightly as you used all your strength to knock the man beside you with the Force, his body stumbling backwards as the hold you were trapped in completely disappeared. 

Without a second thought, you charged at the man, your ignited saber swinging towards him, him reflexing away at the last moment as your blade swooshed beside him. 

With a twirl, he pulled his own weapon from his hip just in time for your second attack, his blade shooting forward, the flaming sword colliding with yours, the block just centimeters away from his face. 

Your eyes widened at the blazing colors before you, you stumbling away from the man in pure shock. He stood, chest heaving as he watched you with fury, yet you couldn’t seem to care for the moment, you completely in a trance as you stared at his sword, mind moving at a rapid pace. 

What was once blue now flickered with streams of red flowing from the base to the tip of the blade, the swirling colors dancing around one another, almost as if the red was a growing infection within the weapon.  

Your mind flew back to the many conversations you’d had about a well-respected Jedi, one who was kind, yet skillful. Determined and hopeful, who’s vibrant blue saber was unforgettable on any battlefield. Who succeeded in his ways of becoming a General, coming forth to the Council just as you had. Who cared for his people so deeply, enough to lay his life on the line to stop his beloved Padawan – someone he considered to be a brother - from choosing a life of darkness. The realisation dawned on you, the mystery so many before you had yet to solve now standing before you. 

The colorful blade of his weapon cascaded back into its hilt, his wide stance pulling together as he relaxed, him taking a step towards you.  

“Ahhh, and there it is. You know” 

“You... You’re Obi-Wan Kenobi” 

Taking another step forward, he spoke again, “That name is just a ghost of my past, now I am only what remains” 

Confusion aside, you couldn’t help but let the anger bubble deep inside you, your words pouring from your mouth before you had the chance to stop. 

“They praise you, speak so highly of your dedication to the Order! Everyone holding you on some sort of... pedestal, but they are wrong! You’re no role model, you’re nothing like how they make you out to be!” 

“You know what they say; never meet your hero's” 

His smugness fueled your emotions, you holding your saber in front of you, the tip of it pointing towards his chest as you continued. 

“How could a Jedi as honorable as Obi-Wan Kenobi turn into such a disillusion? You we’re atop of your game, you were a General, a member of the Council, you-” 

“The Jedi Council were mindless! And they remain to be that way!” 

“The Council aren’t the cause for this, you are!” 

The shout of your words caused something within the Sith to snap once more, his smug tone turning cold as he pushed you backwards through the Force, your saber remaining ignited as it catapulted towards him, his own switching on to blaze with light, him holding both weapons in his hands. 

“They made me the way I am!” Kenobi spat, you stumbling backwards as he chillingly creeped towards you, his voice rising as he continued, “They’re deceitful, selfish!” 

“You hold so much anger towards them, enough to murder them with cold blood. There’s a cause” you stated, slowly pacing yourself away, you cautious to not push his buttons too far as you spoke, “Could it be guilt? A small part of you still regretful for turning against your own?” 

“I don’t feel any remorse for your kind, their lies and dishonesties we’re the cause of their deadly fate, it was just a matter of time before they met it” 

The glow in his eyes intensified with the colorful reflection of both sabers in his hand, his darkness seeping through now more than ever as he stalked you down like prey, you maintaining your distance as you both circled around the room.  

“Someone as generous as the legendary Obi-Wan would not act in such vile ways over just lies-” 

“They’re untrustworthy! They speak of the Sith in such negative manors, withholding from teaching the strength we hold, forcing those who feel it to reject it! They fear our power, the fact we’re stronger than any Jedi!” 

“Yet you we’re one of them, one of the best members the Council ever had” 

“The Kenobi they speak of is dead! Your people rejected the boy, rejected the truth that was stood directly in front of them! Their delusions and self-indulgence have consequences that we’re far overdue till now!” 

His shouts ricocheted off the cave walls, your eyes squinting slightly from the pain that formed inside your ears. He was furious, chest rising and falling at a quickened pace has he grew closer to you. You knew you were now within dangerous waters, you getting somewhat of a breakthrough at his confession, his emotions pouring through the cracks he never meant to open, yet you went ahead with your questioning, working with a lack of plan as you continued. 

“The boy...” you spoke calmly, his head tilting lower as he listened to your words, “They rejected him, your Padawan – Anakin Skywalker?” 

“Don’t speak his name!” 

Pain was evident in his voice, his angered gaze softening for just a moment, and suddenly it all made sense – his turn on the Jedi Order, on the Council, why he was killing the people of his past one by one. 

“What you’re doing isn’t for your own sake, this is all for him. They rejected him, and now you’re seeking revenge, aren’t you?!” 

Your breath was knocked from your lungs at the sudden drag of your body, your back colliding with the floor as you toppled over. Your arms were pulled from your sides, a nonexistent presence holding them out extended beside you, pinning you to the cool floor, you unable to lift yourself up. Fear slid its way through your bloodstream as the man marched towards you, him stepping over your body, his frame taller than ever as he stood with his boots on either side of your torso, the blades of the lightsabers now crossed dangerously close to your neck. 

“You think you’re so wise, don’t you, little one? Attempting to use my past against me, to lower my guard?” 

His body shifted, his legs lowering, knees moving one by one to rest on the floor beside you, his back arching slightly down as he now kneeled hovering above your stomach, his body dominating yours as he lowered the weapon just inches from your skin, the heat of the overlapped blades causing your neck to grow uncomfortably warm. 

“You’re more naive than I thought. You believe your words can hurt me? I killed my Padawan, watched as the life drained from his body, and guess what, I'm going to do the same to you” 

Your body drew cold with terror as your pulse began to catch in your throat, you fighting with what power you had to press your neck away from the blades. 

“Oh, you’re scared? You should be” 

“Don’t... don’t do this” 

The man scoffed, his face lowering as close to yours as it could be without the sabers making contact with his chest, your stomaching beginning to churn with something different, something non fear related.  

“Do you really think I'd let you walk out of here and return to your Jedi scum ways? You know your options, so choose” 

Sudden images casted across your mind, a vision of yourself beside the man on the throne. You looked different, barely recognizable to who you were today. Your clothes were darker, more fitted, less layered and simpler. Your hair was longer, cascading across your chest, free from its usual pushed back look the Council made you wear. Your eyes were glowing, warm colors identical to the man sat beside you. 

Yet of all the differences, one thing struck you the most – your smile. It was genuine, the brightest you’d seen it after so many years. It stretched out across your pink flushed cheeks as your head tilted to look at the Sith below you, his face turning to meet yours, your joyous features spreading onto his face. You we’re happy, truly happy – something you hadn’t been in a long time. 

Your attention was drawn back to the present at the sound of the weapons being switched off, the humming coming to an end as the man pulled the handles away from your neck, him reattaching them to his hips as his face remained unreadable, the angered expression gone. 

“You’re-” 

“No!” you interrupted, your voice stern as you spat, “You can’t trick me, lure me into the darkness with false predictions!” 

“I didn’t do that” 

“You expect me to believe you, out of all people, you?! I won’t give in to your lies, get out of my head!” 

His body swiftly shifted, his hands falling besides your head as he remained kneeling above your torso, the anger from his eyes pouring into yours as he glared at you, his breath hot across your face as he spoke. 

“If I was in your head, you’d know. But I saw them too. That was not me, young one, that was the Force” 

You remained silent, your breathing unsteady as you pondered. As much as you wanted to deny it, you knew within yourself that the Sith was right, that he wasn’t the cause of the image projections in your mind. Yet you refused to accept it, option for silence over a reply to his words. 

“Refuse all you want, but you know the truth” he spoke, his body shifting as he raised a palm from the floor, it smoothly drawing closer to your face until it made contact with your skin, his gloved fingers delicately tracing from the edge of your temple to the base of your jaw. 

“Your whit and courage can be put to so much more use. In the Council you have to fight to remain equal, but here, you won’t have too. Isn’t that what you want?” 

The eye contact you maintained with the man wavered, you looking below his face before his fingers pinched your chin bringing your gaze to meet his once more. Your face was now mere centimeters from his, an electricity in your lips forming at the close distance between his and yours, his voice falling deceivingly sweet as he cooed. 

“By my side, you can be happy, just like you were in the vision. There’s a darkness within you. It’s there whether you wish to accept the facts or not. Allow it to overtake you, bask in its power. Join me, let me help you... We can be free, together” 

There was a beat of silence once the whispered words fell from his mouth, the two of you unmoving as you allowed his offer to sink within your skin, your answer becoming clear, him catching a glimpse your decision through the brisk twinkle in your eye. Sucking in a sharp breath, his head dipped, his lips barely grazing yours, him waiting for you to lock in your fate, and without a second thought, you did, a powerful yet blissful wave of darkness dancing down your spine as your lips made contact with his. 

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Past Vs Present (Part 10)

Prompt: Imagine being best friends with Loki, but this wasn’t always the case, since you’d grown up with Anakin Skywalker. And when Anakin needs your help one day,it starts a wave of events.

Word Count: 3074

Warnings: language (later in series), drama,

Notes: This takes place like right before Thor 1 and after-ish Reveng of the Sith (without Anakin turning) Thanks a million to my beta @like-a-bag-of-potatoes I couldn’t have finished this without you. and @queendivaofthedark you were amazing, thank you so much!

Crossover of Thor (Loki) and Star Wars

Tags (let me know if you want added or removed): @phantomgirl2298​  @munlis​ @cocosierra94​ @ultrarebelheart @marvel-imagines-yes-please

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The day for the ball had finally arrived. It was the ball to commemorate Thor’s appointing to the throne. The same ball Loki had invited you. Prior to now you always attended the ball as a member of the guards, someone to watch over the royal family and their guests. You had no idea how to act as a Prince’s date. How do you dress? How do you behave? What do you say? What do you do?

 You decided you’d go to the royal family’s seamstress and ask for her help. Maybe she could whip up a dress or help modify an old one. Just as you were about to enter her work quarters, Prince Thor stepped out.

 “Oh, your highness, I apologize,” you said in a gasp as you bowed. Thor was your friend but not nearly as close as you were with Loki and he’d never given you explicit permission to not call him by his title.

“Oh, Y/N, just the person who I wanted to see.”

 “Oh?” you questioned, surprised and curious as to what Thor would want with you.

 “Yes, uh...Y/N, you’ve been a warrior here for how long?” he questioned.

 “A little over three years, your highness.”

 “And in that time, you’ve grown close to my brother, is that right?”

 You nodded, unsure where he was headed with this. “Yes. He and I are very close.”

 “And with the closeness, would mean you’d never want to hurt him, right?” the prince questioned in a light tone.

 “Of course not, I wouldn’t dream of it.”

 “Is that so? Because I have on good authority that my little brother has grown very fond of you. So much so, he stole a kiss from you.”

 Your cheeks blazed but you remained silent.

 “Which is fine. I know you’re his date tonight and I’m happy for him. But...I’m just wondering if your past is interfering with your feelings?”

 “I’m not sure what you mean,” you lied.

 “I saw a kiss take place between you and a man who was not my brother last night.”

 You swallowed.

 “Now, that’s none of my business. You may court whomever you wish. I am not your father, but I am Loki’s brother. His older, very protective, brother. Should anything happen to him or his heart, I will hold you responsible. Am I making myself clear?”

 You nodded quickly and fervently.

 “Yes, your highness.”

 “Good. I’m glad we had this little chat,” he said with a grin and a pat on your shoulder.  “Are you here to get a dress?” he asked with a warmer voice. Thor had never scared you. You knew he was capable of any sort of strength, so a threat from the soon-to-be-king was terrifying.  

 “Yes, your highness.”

 “My vote, is ask Esma for a green dress. It’s Loki’s favorite color.”  He winked and walked away. Once he left, you could breathe.

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 Esma was thrilled to help you modify an old dress that the Queen had donated years ago for her to work with. She also was entirely giddy to help you do your hair and curl it so it fell around you and she used a pretty dust to dress your collarbone, your hair, and face. She did your makeup for you, and eventually, the dress and jewelry went on. You looked like royalty, but you didn’t feel like it.

 You could hardly recognize yourself. Your hair had always hung straight, your clothing not fashionable but functional, your face usually plain and dirty from fighting. But now, you were clean, your hair soft and flowy, your dress showing off your feminine curves, the jewelry highlighting your bone structure and skin tone. But as much as you were dressed up, you’d never been in a royal event as a guest, you were the hired fighter. You were there to fight, kill, protect. You weren’t there to dance, laugh, eat lavish food, and sit in on gossip.

 A knock came at your door and you nearly jumped out of your skin. Your nerves were battering around inside you so badly you were shaking. Butterflies were hammering your stomach as your heart beat so hard and fast you thought you’d pass out.

 “Y/N? Are you okay? Are you in there?” Loki’s smooth voice sounded through the door.

 “Yes, I’ll be right out,” you called as you gripped your stomach and tried to calm yourself. You finally went to the door and opened it, terrified Loki would change his mind when he saw you.

 But when you opened the door, you got an eyeful of Loki in his formalwear, looking even more amazing, if that was even possible. Your breath hitched and your eyes went wide taking in his attire. His hair was slicked back, his suit was black, gold and green, complimenting your shiny emerald dress.

 Loki’s eyes widened at you, sending a wave of fear through you.

 “You look...amazing. You’re absolutely stunning, Y/N,” he complimented. “You always look beautiful, but tonight...I don’t know, something about the color of this dress seems to compliment your eyes, your skin...You’re glowing.” He smiled sweetly and offered his hand.

 “Thank you, Loki. You look better than ever yourself.”

 A small grin came to both of your faces as he lead you to the giant double doors before the ball room, Thor and Sif in front of you, and the King and Queen in front of them. Two guards opened the double doors and the announcing began. They introduced the King and Queen, then Prince Thor and Sif, and then you.

 Your heart felt like it had stilled entirely in your chest. Your palms began to sweat, scaring you to your core.

 “Announcing the arrival of Prince Loki Odinson and his guest, Y/F/N.”

 Don’t trip. Don’t trip. Don’t trip, you repeated in your head as you wanted to close your eyes and walk forward into the large floor, the sheer number of guests making your stomach do a flip. Thankfully, the Jedi had taught you how to dance for some undercover missions and you’d seen enough of the dances in Asgard to know how they danced. You just worried that in Loki’s arms, you’d become a fumbling idiot.

 “Don’t be nervous,” Loki whispered in your ear as you set up the frame of the dance and the music began, and all of the couples on the floor began twirling and moving to it. His advice soothed you a bit, and he was a fantastic leader who was light on his feet.

 Suddenly, as you twirled effortlessly with him, your eye caught one of the guards posted closest to the royal family’s area at the table.

 Anakin.

 He was watching you with a pained expression, eliciting a guilty feeling to spur up in your chest and stomach. The look on his face tormented you and as soon as your eyes caught each other, he averted his gaze. You bit your lip and tried to look back to Loki, he had asked you to this dance and you owed him your attention. And you wanted to give it to him

 “Are you having a good time?” he asked quietly in your ear toward the end of the song.

 “Yes, thank you for inviting me.”

 He grinned at you. “There’s no one I’d rather be here with.”

 After a few more dances, finally, it was time to eat. You sat with Loki as they served the first course and you tried your best to eat daintily. Queen Frigga complimented you and said you looked dazzling. You thanked her and blushed as Loki smiled at you proudly.  You were laughing and giggling with the women at the table, gossiping a tad bit while the men stared at you in awe and appreciation. The feeling of being adored and in the inner circle was intoxicating.

 But this was all new to you, the high heels, the tight dress, the constantly being under surveillance of the people at the table and the guards. Usually you were on the outside looking in, and it was just fine. But tonight, you were one of the ones to be adored, sought after, and you weren’t sure you were doing it right.

 All the while though, you couldn’t help but steal a glance or two at Anakin. Each time, he averted his gaze from you, masking the look of pain on his face. How could you do this to him? To Loki? You loved being here. You loved the feeling of being in Loki’s arms. The feeling of being part of the royal family rather than the warrior on the sidelines.

 Loki asked you to dance again and you happily accepted, joining the other couples. Soon, Loki had busted out his best moves and slowly an audience was forming around you two as he expertly twirled, dipped, and even picked you up, making you giddy and blush and giggle.  

 While you were having the time of your life though, Anakin’s blood was boiling. You didn’t notice that every time Loki dipped you, he winked at Anakin. You didn’t notice that Loki could’ve danced anywhere in the ballroom but chose the corner closest to Anakin. You didn't notice that when Loki had run his hand along your leg for a dance, Loki had shot a dark look toward Anakin.

 And all he could do was stand there and watch it happen. Anakin’s job was to stand watch, to  not move from his post, to monitor and observe the royal family and the outside for any sign of a threat. He wanted to leave. Hell, he wanted to run from there. He wanted to spare his heart from this torment of watching you be happy with another man. But he couldn’t. All he could do was watch. He never thought seeing you happy could bring him this much pain.

 After a long dance stent, Loki invited you out to a terrace, again, he chose the one closest to Anakin. You happily took his hand and he showed you out to the terrace that overlooked the breathtaking landscape. Loki couldn’t resist looking back at Anakin and giving him his best smile. The smile of winning. The smile of a trickster. The smile of man who’d won.

 The smile sent a jolt of anger through Anakin that he moved one foot from his post then reminded himself to stay put, his teeth gnashing as his jaw clenched.

 “I’ve had a wonderful time so far tonight,” you said quietly.

 “Me too. You’re an excellent dancer,” he commented.

 “You seem surprised,” you teased with a nudge to his shoulder.

 “Not in the slightest. I never underestimate you,” he said seriously, his eyes on yours intently. The comment and gaze making you motionless, your breath caught in your throat as his ice blue eyes bored into yours.

 The tiniest smile came to his face as he leaned forward, his mouth suddenly on yours and fireworks erupted inside you. His touch sent a jolt through you, but you wanted this to happen. All too soon, he pulled away slightly, breaking the magical kiss.

 “I have something for you,” he informed quietly.

 “Is that so?” you questioned, quirking an eyebrow at him.

 “Yes.” He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small black velvet bag pulled tight with a drawstring.

 “What’s that?” you questioned with a small laugh.

 “This,” he started, taking a golden ring out, “was my mother’s. I wanted you to have it. I see a lot of her in you. I believe you have the same birthstone as her, yes?”

 You gasped lightly and nodded.

 “Loki, this is gorgeous. You really don’t need to give this to me,” you lightly objected.

 “I know I don’t have to, but I want to. You deserve it for being a great friend to me and a wonderful date.”

 “I don’t know what to say,” you gushed as he got down on one knee at put it on your hand, making you cry a little.

 Anakin had watched the entire thing unfold. He began internally screaming. All he saw was the Prince on one knee, sliding a ring on your finger, as you cried and had your hand on your chest. He had half a mind to storm over there and push Loki over the balcony. He had half a mind to storm over and demand what you were thinking.

 He hardly recognized the strangled sob that came from his own throat as he watched the horrifying scene display before him. Once Loki was done, he kissed you again and put his arms around you, making Anakin clench his fist and jaw in response.

 The rest of the night was thrilling and fun for you, with the typical ball festivities of drinking, eating, and chatting. Toward the end of the evening, Loki was pulled away by King Odin and Thor to talk to someone from a neighboring land. When he left, you took the chance to be alone on another terrace, letting the cool breeze wrap around you.

 “You look lovely tonight,” Sif said suddenly from behind you as she joined you and handed you a drink.

 “Thank you,” you said. “You look amazing as always.” You clinked glasses and laughed a little bit.

 You had always liked Sif, because why wouldn’t you? She was a female soldier who often had similar obstacles to overcome socially and politically. The only reason you and her weren’t quite as close as you and Loki was that you had magic or the Force, and she didn’t. She shared the braun aspect moreso with Thor.

 “And that guard, the one from the Jedi. He doesn't look half bad either.”

 Your head whipped to face her.

 “Who?” you said much too quickly.

“The one with the wavy hair. Anakin, I believe?” she noted. “He is very easy on the eyes.” Her eyebrows shot up in a gesture as she took a drink. You stood dumbfounded. Sif thought Anakin  was handsome? Of course she would. But...but she couldn’t. Anakin was yours. Not hers.

 This certainly put you in an odd situation.

 “Do you plan to ask him on a date?” you said with bite as you swilled your drink back.

 “Possibly,” she noted with a coy smile.

 “Has that drink gone to your head?” you demanded, turning more to face her. “His kind, the Jedi, can’t date.”

 “Oh, is that so? Then why have I heard that you and he have been more than friends?” she pressed. It wasn’t accusatory or even mean.

 “So you know about us?” you questioned with a  groan as your hands went to your face.

 “More or less. I just wanted to see if it was true.” She grinned in such a way that you knew she was only asking about him to get a reaction from you.

 “I see,” you said. “I don’t know what to do, Sif. I grew up with Anakin, he is like a brother, a best friend, we saved each other’s lives for years. But now we're both grown up. He’s matured in so many ways, but he's still the same goofball I’ve always known. And yet, I can’t ignore that I love being around Loki. Loki and I understand each other, share a love of books and knowledge. When I’m with one, I miss the other. When I kiss one, I only think of them. But...my heart wants two different things.”

 “But you don’t have to choose,” Sif said suddenly.

 “What?” you questioned, flabbergasted at your friend.

 “Think about it, Y/N. Loki isn’t allowed to choose his wife, that’s King Odin’s doing. Then, your friend Anakin, he belongs to the Jedi...as I’m told by you and everyone else, unless they leave the order, they can’t be involved romantically, right?”

 Begrudgingly, you agreed.

 “So see? You don’t have to choose, because you don’t have a choice in the matter.”

 “But, Sif, I am courting both of them. Anakin has asked me to dinner, and I see no time soon that I will say no to any offer Loki provides. He gave me his mother’s ring tonight,” you informed as you flashed the ring at her and she gasped.

 “That is gorgeous.” She sighed. “Y/N, I can not tell you what to do, but I can say what I would do in your position.”

 “What’s that?”

 “Go for both. Enjoy your tie with both until you can’t. Be with both until Anakin has to leave or Loki is told to take a wife. Life is much too short to not give yourself what you want.”

 “Sif--”

 “Just...think about it. Would you rather dwell on the inevitable and deny yourself some happiness? Or would you rather live as fully as possible?” She perched up an eyebrow at you and gave you a nod before leaving.

 This certainly gave you a lot to contemplate over the night.

 Loki had escorted you to your bedroom, following you inside to bid you a goodnight.

 “I had an amazing time tonight,” you thanked as you stepped into your room.

 “It was my pleasure. I’m so glad you said yes,” he sweetly responded with an adorable smile.

 You started toward your vanity to go take your hair out of its curls when you noticed something on the bed.

 “What’s this?” you asked curiously as you stepped toward a wooden box with a satin ribbon on it.

 “It appears to be a present,” Loki said with dripping sarcasm and a smirk.

 “Oh, does it?” you quipped back, rolling your eyes and grinning.

 “Are you going to open it?” he questioned.

 “Oh, right.” You stepped toward it and untied the ribbon and opened the box. Inside was a book, it looked a little older. You opened it and read the title and author and gasped, nearly dropping it. “It’s--it’s--”

 Loki came forward and took it from you gently. “It’s the first edition of Primrose by Lord Hedenswald. That’s still your favorite book, correct?”

 You nodded vigorously as he handed the book back. “Yes! I lost mine years ago...but I never had a first edition.” You gripped it and asked, “You got this for me?”

 He nodded, a smile on his thin lips. “Yes, do you like it?”

 “I love it. Thank you so much.” You leaned in and kissed him, the electricity strong between you two.