The Rings of Power fic
Dear Gentle readers ( oops, wrong fandom lmao )
The new season of "The Rings of Power" has just been released, bringing good and bad things.
Among the bad things ? The return of "wait a week before having a new episode without knowing if it would be worth the wait or not" As you can imagine, it's a really long wait for the new episode, especially when you watch it on Thursday night
So, I spend a lot of time imagining for my stories, and I asked myself, why not make fics for this serie?
Yes FICS.
I plan to write several, for several characters and therefore to do a fanfiction serie about the serie. I repeat the word โserieโ way too many times.
voila voila ( yes, i'm French lol )
Sorry if there are any mistake, english isn't my first language
I have a lot of ideas but I'm open to any suggestions :)
Have a good day/night <333
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โ Je serai toujours la vierge-prostituรฉe, l'ange pervers, la femme sinistre et sainte ร deux visages โ
- Anaรฏs Nin
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โ Toi, qui a ouvert des soleils dans mon coeur, โ
- Alfonsina Storni, from Mask & Clover: Poems "The Siren"
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โ Votre pire pรฉchรฉ est que vous vous รชtes dรฉtruit et trahi pour rien โ
- Fyodor Dostoyevski, Crime et Chรขtiments
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THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RINGS OF POWER
1.01 โ A Shadow of the Past
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Why do I remember Yoda being such sweet nice green man when heโs literally a green goblin spitting ancient facts, packing strangely looking white hair, will fight anyone over a damn lantern and lives for fucking with Luke the entire time?
My working theory is that he runs on ten packs of cocaine all the time. ๐
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โง the night we met
. *. โ Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader
summary: you confront anakin on mustafar
warnings: angst, no y/n
note: thank you so much for the love on my first fic!! here's a gift ๐ซถ
word count: 489
Sword in hand, you are ready for battle. The glow of your lightsaber is calming against the odds. Heat prickles your skin as lava bubbles around the two of you. (You search Anakinโs eyes for the crystalline blue you have loved for so long.)
Mustafar is a horrid place. You feel the claws of the dark side attempt to cling to your sandy robes. Your resolve is strong. You will never embrace the darkness. (But your knees still try to buckle when Anakin sets his amber gaze on you. And the flutter in your stomach will not leave.)
"Come with me," pleads the Sith apprentice masquerading as your lover. "We can be free now."
"Anakin." His name scratches your throat, the hot air drying your voice. You want to scream at him to undo what he has done โ but it is done. The Jedi are gone, the war is over. "I canโt."
A spark of anger in Anakinโs frame sends chills down your spine. Against the raging fire, you did not think the dark side would also feel cold. Suddenly, his eyes are soft and you want to run to him โ safe in each other's arms. "Donโt you leave me too."
Your heart aches, the weight (the fate) of the galaxy pushes you low. This is the cost of love. This is what the Jedi warned you about. There is a fine line between compassion and attachment โ you and Anakin had crossed it without hesitation. There was such beauty in your love for each other. Could you really give it up now?
I am a Jedi, you whisper in your head again and again until it forms a mantra. You are a Jedi. To be a Jedi is to love and let go.
(How did we get here? You wonder, heart aflame.)
You and Anakin stand in a forest clearing. A clear sky of moon and stars above you. Night birds sing and luminescent bugs drift like stars themselves through tree branches.
Hearts in hand, you vow to each other: never to stray, never to forget. Together in life and death.
You dance and whisper under the stars, hands clasped tightly for the universe to see. Until the sun rises, it is just you two Jedi risking everything for each other. In the twilight of war, how could you know your love would destroy everything you hold dear?
You first met on a night like this: a cloudless sky, lost beneath woodland. (Mustafar once had forests too. Nothing lives forever.)
Too many have died for you to walk away (with or without Anakin). You stand between a Sith and oblivion. While you draw breath, no more Jedi will fall by Anakinโs hand.
The glow of your lightsaber is calming, a righteous voice to push you in the right direction by the Forceโs will. Sword in hand, you are ready for battle. (One or both of you must die tonight.)
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