#Shmi's bedroom

[sw5w]

What About Mom?

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:13:08

The tool demagnetizer on the shelf in the top left corner was identified on page 79 of the Episode I Expanded Visual Dictionary by Jason Fry.

[hopesworlld]

౨ৎ oh ! dear diary, i met a boy !

౨ৎ 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 — step!bro anakin x fem!reader

౨ৎ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 — your stepbrother anakin finds your diary full of all your dirty little secrets

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 — 6k

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — swearing, stepcest, smut ( masturbation f and m, oral sex f and m, vibrator, degradation, praise, use of the term slut/little slut, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, overstimulation ) i think that’s all !

౨ৎ 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 ! — someone call the psych ward immediately !

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anakin groaned in annoyance as he stormed up the steps at his mothers command asking him to fetch his stepsister for some reason or another. he barged into your bedroom not bothering to knock, he always liked seeing you jump, sometimes you were on your bed, phone dropping from your hands as your lips parted in surprise. other times you were perched at your vanity catching his eye in the mirror with horrified delight. but his favourite would always be when he entered your room to find you clad in nothing but a pair of white panties. your face had been painted crimson, eyes clutching your breasts but he could still see your rosy nipples peeking beneath your manicured nails, pert from the cold winter air.

but this time, much to his disappointment he found the room empty, your fairlights glittered along the ceiling and the pink lamp beside your bed cast light on the little book had seen you clutching to your chest every so often, it was hot pink and dotted with stickers of various celebrities that he despised. you had always been protective of it, even your father had once gained a slap to the hand when he tried to touch your book. so anakin knew he had no choice, he slowly entered the room further, noting the sound of rushing water from the bathroom. perfect.

he crossed your room in a matter of seconds and scooped up the book, flicking through a couple pages, the first few he saw held nothing of interest and he skimmed through. there were no dates but he could tell they were from before your father and shmi had bought the house and blended your family, he read a few sentences of you complaining about school, and friend drama and almost called it a bust. his innocent priss of a stepsister was the same in her diary as she was every day. that was until he skipped ahead and found his name appearing. with new found interest he settled down on your bed.

/ anakin came back from college today and he actually looked happy to see me, or he smiled when he got out of the car which is a first. i wish he would smile more, he looks so pretty when he smiles.

anakin scoffed at this, rolling his eyes, this had only been a few weeks ago and he had been laughing at a text just moments before, but of course you would think he was happy to see you. you always greeted him the same, glossy lips twisted in a saccharine smile as you bounced on the balls of your feet, begging for an ounce of attention from him. it was ridiculous, but he had to know more.

/ anakin is fixing up dad’s old car in the driveway so that he can use it, i’ve never been so happy for my father’s hoarding tendencies in my life. i was sat at my window for two hours today watching him. he was wearing that black wife beater, the one that makes his arms look even bigger than usual, so muscly and strong. i wonder what it would feel like for him to pick me up, and feel his muscles against my back, they look so good when they’re tensed. he was so sweaty too, i wanted to run out there and lick it from his skin, how disgusting but wow, i wish i took a picture of him like that. soaked in sweat and oil.

anakin’s jaw was agape, his sweet innocent stepsister wasn’t such an angel as he once thought. his dick twitched beneath his sweatpants at the thought of you perched on your window seat with a perfect view of him working rubbing your thighs together, desperate for his touch, his taste. it was taboo, disgusting, your parents were married and here you were writing dirty little fantasies. he loved it. addicted to the words you had spilled across the page in pretty gel pens.

/ dad asked me why i was so distracted today at dinner, how could i not be? anakin came down in just shorts and i swear i could see everything, he’s bigger than i imagined, i probably wouldn’t even be able to fit my hand around it, but ellen said boys like that. i wonder what it looks like, i’ve only ever seen them in porn. anakin didn’t even notice anything was off with me, didn’t notice me staring. i wish he would.

“fuck,” anakin hissed, his dick was now almost fully hard and throbbing. who knew you were such a slut, fantasising about his cock at the dinner table. if he had known… god he wanted to fucking ruin you. show you how to take his dick, watch as you choked and cried around it as he forced it past your swollen lips. he wanted to paint you in his cum and not stop until you were a shaking writhing mess. he knew you were hot, had thought it the second he saw you, your hair in braids clad in ivory like some kind of fallen angel but had pushed it away, you were his stepsister for fuck sake, but now…

/ he walked in on me changing today, i was only in my underwear and he laughed, but i caught him staring at my boobs, i made sure not to cover them properly and it worked. i got so wet, i don’t think i’ve ever come so hard before. i wanted him to do something, walk over to me and rip my hands away, push me on the bed and fuck me till i saw stars, but instead i just had to use my vibrator. sometimes i wish he could hear me moaning through the wall, maybe he can.

“little fucking slut,” anakin said to himself as he glanced across the page, hand cupping his rock hard cock through his trousers, your words were depraved, desperate. maybe he should walk into the bathroom right now and take you like you were so desperate for, you would have no trouble spreading your legs for him, would probably beg for it, do anything he asked. his perfect little fuck toy. he couldn’t help himself anymore, spitting on his hand and slipping it down his trousers tugging at his cock as he continued to read.

/ i bought a dildo today from ann summers but i’m scared, my fingers are so small compared to it, the woman said it was about average but wow. no matter how much prep i do it hurts. i bet anakin would feel better, the silicon is so hard and cold. i wore one of his t-shirts it smells like him, that helped a little but it’s not the same, i’ve heard his stories when he talks to his friends about the girls he’s fucked. he knows what he’s doing, i wonder how he would take me, on my back nice and slow, or pound into me from behind while i screamed. maybe he would call me angel like he does sometimes, i wish. now my arm just hurts so i’m here alone in my bed playing with my clit wishing it was him.

anakin jerked against his hand at the last sentence, he had never cum this quickly before, but your words had him loosing his shit, he couldn’t even imagine what else you thought if this was only what you choose to write down, what other dirty secrets lurked beneath that pretty facade of pink and glitter. the next page held a collection of polaroids you had taken of him, some from the window as he worked on his car, skin sheened in sweat and oil, shirtless as he drank a bottle of water. another of him laying on the sofa arm resting behind his head a can of beer in hand, and the last was him glaring at the camera. he remembered this one, he had demanded you rip it up, but here it was immortalized with pink and purple hearts surrounding it. but the next page was from today.

/ anakin came home from playing baseball with his friends about an hour ago, he was gross, sweaty and loud after hours with his friends. he slid past me in the kitchen his hands on my hips for just a second i wish he would have bent me over the counter and fucked me there and then. i would have let him, dad was in the living room but i don’t care, god, he’s ruined me. all i can think about is him, his cock, his hands, his lips. i need him. i’m gonna go shower, i was meant to help shmi with dinner but i couldn’t, not when i was soaking through my panties while stood next to her fantasising about her son.

“oh fuck,” anakin hissed as he came into his fist, cum coating his boxers and knuckles. you were insane, and maybe so was he for getting so worked up but he knew he couldn’t hold back now, he had seen those words and there was no going back. a bit shakily he stood from the bed wiping his hands on his sweatpants and grabbing the sparkly pen from your desk and decided to leave a little note of his own in your dirty little diary.

/ who knew you were such a dirty little slut, angel girl

and with that he left your bedroom, cum drying on his boxers, he could only hope you found his note sooner rather than later.

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after your shower you felt a lot better, you had turned the water considerably cooler than usual and taken some deep breaths you had learned from yoga, pushing anakin far from your mind, you let the ritual of getting redressed soothe your mind, slipping into a soft matching set of white shorts and a crop top, leaving your hair loose and applying your skin care. you almost felt like yourself, untainted by the dirty thoughts that seemed perpetually in your mind.

you wished it would stop, you hated yourself for it, your father was finally happy after years of thinking he would never find love again after your mother had passed. if he knew what you were thinking he would be disgusted, he would probably send you off to your aunt to protect anakin and shmi from your sick mind, the thought made your stomach hurt. you wanted to stop you really did, but then you would see him and all those dirty thoughts would slip back in, he was haunting you.

you headed downstairs, an airpod pressed in one ear hoping some music would soothe your guilty mind, finding shmi in the kitchen. the woman smiled in relief when she saw you.

“there you are, i sent ani up to get you half an hour ago,” she said a little flustered and instantly your heart dropped, you didn’t know why she was upset but she had needed you. you hated upsetting people, ‘always a people pleaser’ your mother had used to scold you fondly.

“i’m so sorry, anakin never told me,” you said truthfully and the woman sighed before laughing begrudgingly.

“my son has many talents, listening has never been one of them,” she said with a fond smile before turning back to the stove, “i’m making your dad that soup he loves so much but this recipe seems wrong, think you could help me out?” she requested holding out a sheet of paper to you and you took it immediately, nodding happily.

“of course,” you beamed, “well firstly it’s chicken stock not vegetable stock,” you informed her, “and secondly use heavy cream instead of milk, he likes the taste more. but other than that it seems perfect”

“really?” she asks you, face a little tight.

“yep, we always make it a little different depending on what we have but you have got this down to a t now i would say, and dads gonna love it,” you said and shmi finally smiled again, you hated when she frowned, it made her seem much older, an echo of the struggling woman she had once been and she didn’t deserve that, she never did.

“want to stay and help me make it?” she asked and you accepted. the pair of you worked in tandem, and soon you had a delicious pot of soup bubbling on the stove ready to be served along with homemade grilled cheese.

“okay, i’m gonna go grab your dad from the den do you mind getting, ani,” shmi asked and you agreed despite yourself, bounding out of the kitchen and up the stairs to anakin’s room, knocking once, then twice and then three times before you finally got a response.

“come in,” he called out, so you swung the door open, expecting a scowl or a blank stare but instead he was smirking widely at you, as though he knew something you didn’t and it made your skin crawl. “oh, hey, angel,” he greeted. fuck.

“dinners ready,” you told him, proud that you managed to keep your voice steady and his face dropped a little bit before his smile suddenly widened again.

“and you came to get me?” he asked teasingly, your stomach tightened, twisting into a ball and sending a jolt of heat straight to your core. he was going to kill you.

“your mum asked me to,” you say shortly, spinning around and walking away, taking a deep breath as you did so. stupid, stupid, stupid…

“angel,” anakin said again, and that name was going to send you into overdrive, a flush growing on your cheeks. “not gonna wait for me? that’s not very nice,” he complained and you shook your head.

“are you high?” you asked him as you reached the landing but anakin grabbed your wrist stopping you from heading down the steps.

“what makes you say that?” he asked you, drawing closer to you so that your faces were only inches apart, you could feel his hot breath fanning on your cheeks, see deep into his eyes, so pretty and blue beneath the crystalline lights above.

“your acting strange,” you pointed out with a frown, anakin was never nice to you, he was cordial sometimes, blunt others and sometimes he was simply rude, but never this. never teasing and friendly and chasing you down through the halls of your home to chat. it was as unnerving as it was utterly addictive.

“i just learned something new today, something that’s changed my perspective a little bit,” he crooned, hand coming up and resting on the wall beside your head, you blinked at him. what the fuck?

“what did you learn?” you asked him curiously and anakin grinned, a beautiful blinding thing that took your breath away.

“you’ll see,” was all he said before withdrawing from you and heading down the steps leaving you flabbergasted where you stood, heart racing and core throbbing. “come on, angel, don’t wanna be late for dinner,” he called up to you and you followed soundlessly, wondering if you had accidentally fallen into a different dimension while in the shower.

dinner was normal, or as normal is it could be with anakin acting so out of character, he was chatting like he hadn’t seen anyone in years, some kind of newfound zest for life that even had his mother seemed confused about but accepted with open arms. it was nice to see anakin talking, usually, he would mutter a few words before disappearing back to his room.

“yea, i was thinking of working at the garage next term to get a little extra cash, you know where you’re going to colleague next year, angel?” anakin asked, you looked over at him a little wide-eyed at the nickname in front of your parents, but glancing at them you saw that they both seemed… pleased.

“um, i have a few options actually, still not sure,” you murmured, still lost in what was happening, but it was making your head spin.

“she’s been looking at your school a bit,” your dad cut in, “it’s got a great program for what she wants to study,”

“oh really? maybe i could set something up for you, or maybe just give you a show around of the school next term, let you see what it’s really about,” anakin suggested with a smile and shmi beamed.

“oh that's a lovely idea, ani dear,” she exclaimed, “what do you think, sweetheart?” she asked her eyes darting to you and you pulled your lips into a smile.

“yea that sounds great,” you agreed, glancing back at anakin who sent you a wink. you almost groaned, rubbing your thighs together, you thought anakin being mean to you was enough to send you spiraling, spilling dirty fantasies into your book but him being nice was going to send you into a whirl of delusions that were going to be detrimental to your mental health if it continued.

once dinner was finished you rushed to your room, ready to spill your guts into your diary, you grabbed it from your bedside table and flicked to the next open page, your heart dropping to your stomach when you saw the words scrawled on the page.

\ who knew you were such a dirty little slut, angel girl

“oh my god,” you whispered to yourself, tossing the book down onto the bed, horror-struck. you knew that handwriting, had seen it many times before and now here it was taunting you in a book full of your sick twisted fantasies that all featured him. you felt nauseous, bile rising in your throat, is this why he was so happy, some sort of twisted revenge? had he taken pictures of it? did he plan on showing your dad? “this can’t be happening,” you whispered to yourself.

“i see you found my note,” a cocky voice echoed from behind you, you span around, lips trembling and anakin’s brows furrowed slightly.

“please don’t tell my dad, i’m so sorry anakin. i know it’s wrong and disgusting but please he will never forgive me if i ruin this for him, he loves your mum so much and i…” the world were tumbling from your lips so quickly you could hardly process them, not even noting as anakin shut the door behind him and crossed the room so that he was stood before you, “i’m sorry,” you practically wailed, “you were never supposed to see that, it was just somewhere to put down my thoughts,” tears were streaming down your cheeks now, “please don’t hate me,”

“you gonna be quiet now?” anakin asked you once you finally stopped rambling and you nodded through sniffles, vision blurred by your tears. “good,” he whispered, reaching up and cupping your cheek, “i’m not gonna tell your dad, angel,” he said soothingly, “not when i know how much fun we can have now,” anakin said with a smile.

“what… what are you saying?” you asked him. this couldn’t be real, this couldn’t be happening right now. no way.

“i’m saying, that i wanna see just how dirty you can be, angel,” he cooed, “i wanna know the darkest parts of that fucked up little mind of yours,” your breathing hitched, raising your hands to wipe the tears from your ruddy cheeks and staring at him in disbelief.

“anakin…” you whispered, “this is wrong,”

“oh i know that, baby, but it didn’t stop you from burying your fingers into your cunt and imagining it was me. from laying in bed only a room away from me and moaning my name while you tried to use a dildo on yourself wishing it was me,” he hummed, “and what was it that you wrote earlier? that you were picturing me bending you over with your dad in the next room, that you couldn’t be with my mother in the kitchen because you were dripping down your thighs thinking about me,”

“oh fuck,” you moaned, hearing him depict your fantasies, the things you had said were driving you wild, something stirring within you, it set your veins alight with molten flames, spreading through your body and stirring your aching cunt, you could feel your arousal flooding your panties, sticky and wet, you didn’t know what to do, what to think but you needed him, more than you had ever needed anything in your life.

“that’s it, angel, i wanna hear every pretty sound you can make fall from your pretty lips,” anakin prompted, one hand falling to your hips and pulling you in so that your flush was pressed against him another moan falling from your lips when you felt his half hard cock press against your stomach. “what is it you want, tell me, what dirty secret are we sharing tonight?” he asked you.

“kiss me, just kiss me please,” you begged, and anakin obliged crashing his lips to yours, it was messy, all teeth and tongue and spit. immediately he was diving in, tongue prying through your lips and plunging into your mouth, he tasted of smoke, mint and sugar and instantly you were addicted. your hands rose to his shoulders, tugging him closer you wanted to feel every part of him. your hands tugged at his t-shirt wanting to taste his skin, to see him everywhere.

“so eager, baby,” he muttered against your lips before reaching behind him, tugging his t-shirt over his head revealing the planes of his chest and his toned stomach to your awaiting eyes, you had seen him shirtless many times before, but now you could touch him. “take what you want,” he grinned and you did just that, fingers dipping into every crevice, you explored him as though one would a fine piece of art you wanted to memorise the feeling of his skin, the taste, you hardly thought twice before leaning down and kissing the middle of his chest, running your tongue along the unblemished skin, moaning at the taste of salt and skin. “god,” the boy murmured, reaching down and grasping your hair, yanking your head back harshly, “take my sweatpants off,” he commanded and you were not one to disobey, not now, not when you had him.

you wrapped your hands around the waist band and tugged, gasping when his dick sprung free, unrestrained by any boxers beneath, he was already hard, really hard, his cock flushed a deep red, the tip weeping milky precum and gods were you right, he was big, long and thick, far bigger than the dildo you had purchased. you salivated at the sight.

“can i…” you whispered, slowly trailing off, a wave of embarrassment washing over you.

“tell me what you want, angel, this is your dirty little dream, i’m just helping make it come true,” anakin said and you nodded, taking a deep breath.

“wanna taste you, ani, can i?” you asked him gently, batting your lashes at him and the boy hissed through his teeth, jaw clenching in a way that made your entire body sing.

“fuck me, go ahead, pretty girl, show me what that mouth is actually good for,” his words were disgusting, a sick way of calling your words worthless and it made you go fucking feral, you sank to your knees, eyeing his cock a little unsurely before carefully wrapping a hand around his thick length, anakin groaned, watching you, eyes alight with interest.

“look at that you were right,” he told you, “your hand can’t even fit around it,” he said, and you shuddered, ingjerking your hand slightly, letting itit glide along the velvety skin of his cock, admiring it, and the sound he made was worth it, so much so that you leaned in, licking a stripe along the side of his cock, stopping once you reached the tip and suckling it gently. a.nakin’s hands fell to your hair gripping it, but not forcing you, he was letting you explore first, you bobbed you head, sinking deeper on his cock, the sensation was strange but not unpleasant. so you took him deeper, the salty taste of him drawing you in further, you pulled back, sucking in a deep breath before taking him deeper until it hit the back of your throat. you were hardly halfway down his cock, so you tried again this time more forcefully, choking when his cockhead rammed into the back of your throat.

“easy, baby,” anakin cooed, pulling you off of his cock, you looked up at him with glossy eyes, spit spilling down your chin.

“you’re so big,” you whined at him accusingly making the boy laugh, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“poor little slut, so desperate for cock but has no clue what she’s doing,” he patronised, thumb trailing down and hooking in your mouth, parting your lips for him, you let your mouth fall open. “gotta take it slow, you aren’t gonna take it all the first time, okay? probably not for a few times, gotta train that throat of yours to take cock, huh?” he asked and you nodded at him, unable to speak with his thumb in you mouth. “try again, huh,” he prompted and you nodded eagerly, this time letting anakin guide your mouth to his awaiting cock, you followed his instructions going slower this time, starting at just the tip suckling it, savoring the taste of his salty cum in your mouth but eventually anakin began to push you further with a groan. you swallowed around him, trying to remember to breathe with the heavy weight on your tongue, your mouth felt stretched, lips stinging, and jaw aching but you couldn’t stop. you needed this, needed him to cum, to know he was enjoying this as much as you were.

“good girl, that’s it,” anakin praised you and you preened, moaning around his cock and making the boy chuckle, “oh you like that, huh, pretty girl? wanna be my good girl?” you couldn’t move, couldn’t speak so instead you locked your eyes with his and this time it was anakin’s turn to moan. “you look so fucking sexy like this, should have known you made for it,” you bobbed your head faster in agreement, it felt wrong to agree, to accept that you were just some sort of object that was made to take dick and love it, but you couldn't argue. not now when you had tasted his cock and you knew you would never be the same again, this was it for you, a springboard into a world that would drive you insane.

“you keep going i’m gonna cum, you ready for that, angel?” he asked you, but you didn’t respond, only forcing him deeper, spluttering slightly but you didn’t pull back, instead taking a settling breath through your nose, spit was dripping down your chin, tears streaming but you couldn’t stop, continuing to choke on his cock, only pulling away when you absolutely had too and it was barley for a few seconds before you were on him again. it was only about a minute before anakin’s hips began to twitch, his cock heavier in your mouth.

 “i’m gonna cum, fuck, baby pull back a little you don’t wanna choke,” he prompted and you did as you were told. lips suctioned around his tip, using your hand to jerk off the rest of his cock and with that, he was cumming down your throat in thick hot spurts. it was disorientating and everything you had ever dreamed of. you swallowed as much as you could of the salty liquid, but some escaped the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin and onto your plush carpet, you kept suckling until anakin pulled you away, his lips parted and cheeks flushed.

“that was…” he trailed off voice hoarse, “you did such a good job, angel,” he cooed, reaching out and helping you stand up, your knees ached and you felt a little shaky but you couldn't ignore the heat in your core and the sopping wetness between your legs.

“i liked it,” you said bashfully, voice scratchy.

“of course you did,” anakin mocked lightly but there was no malice behind his words, instead he reached down and grabbed his shirt using it to mop your cheeks and mouth, “come on i wanna try something,” he said, grabbing you hand and leading you over to your bed, “lay down, pretty girl,”

“what are you doing?” you asked him softly and he grinned.

“just lay down, okay, i’m gonna do the work for a bit,” he said, so you followed instruction and laid down on the bed, looking up at him with such innocent trust that it made his heart stutter slightly, “i’m gonna take your top off okay?” he said, climbing onto the bed with you and hovering over you, his legs stradling either side of your hips, he looked so big like this, tall and strong, body on show as he looked down at you.

“okay,” you agreed, letting anakin tug the crop top from your body leaving your chest bare to him.

“been waiting a while to see these again,” he murmured, finger pinching your nipple lightly, you gasped, jolting upwards at the sensation and anakin laughed, “sensitive girl,” he teased, pinching your other nipple, using his body to keep you pinned to the bed. “what was it you said in that dirty little book when i saw your tits for the first time?” he asked you, “hm, let’s have a look shall we?” he said grabbing the book from where it lay only a few inches away from you. your cheeks lit up in shame, shaking your head.

“ani, no,” you pleaded with him but the boy shot you a harsh stare.

“what was that, baby?” he questioned, tone stern, “i thought you wanted this? want me to leave you to deal with this alone like you always do, seeing my cock should do you a good couple months, and you even got to taste it,”

“don’t leave” you begged, “i’m just embarrassed,” you whimper, this brought the smile back to anakin’s face.

“you don’t need to be embarrassed, pretty girl, without this little thing you would probably still be downstairs watching tv with your dad trying not to think about me, isn’t that right?” he asked, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your swollen lips.

“yes,” you said quietly, “just don’t be mean, i really… i needed you. i need you,”

“oh, baby, but you like it when i’m a little mean don’t you?” he snickered, “but back to what i was saying, where is it?” he asked flicking through the pages of the book before he found what he was looking for, “ah, here it is. you wanted me to push you onto this bed and fuck you till you saw stars,” you whimper at this, “and look how proud you were that you caught me staring at your tits,” he grinned, “pretty things aren’t they,” he leaned down, capturing your right nipple between his teeth, nibbling slightly before sucking it into his mouth. the sensation was too much, you gasped, trying to jerk against him but anakin was too strong, he bit down on your nipple, a warning before soothing it with his tongue, moving and doing the same to the other one until you were a panting mess.

“good girl,” he praised, “now this wasn’t what i wanted to do actually, just had to get a taste,” he told you with a wink and you blinked at him stunned. “where do you keep your vibrator, angel?” anakin questioned you.

“um, my bedside draw,” you murmured and anakin nodded, leaning over and opening up and pulling out your pretty pink vibrator.

“cute,” he said, “now, baby, i want to see you use this, okay? wanna know what you look like when you are playing with yourself and thinking about me,” he crooned.

“ani, i’m… fuck okay,” you said reaching out and taking the vibrator from him, anakin climbed off of you and you immediately missed the weight of him atop of you but ignored it was you yanked your shorts and panties down, revealing your throbbing pussy to anakin, the boy groaning in apprecation.

“holy shit, you’re fucking soaked, angel,” he crooned, “look at your clit, all puffy and red. all from sucking my cock?” anakin asked and you nodded, cheeks crimson. “you are a dream, pretty girl,” your clit pulsed at his words and quickly you pressed your vibrator to it before switching it on. your body writhed at the contact, you had been desperate for this for what felt like hours, every inch of your being aching for relief as you trailed the toy down, soaking it in your wetness before bringing it back to your clit, moaning at the feeling.

“fuck, anakin, feels so good” you cried out, tilting your head to look at him and seeing him gazing at your pussy in awe.

“i bet it does, angel, you were so sore, so desperate for this,” he said, reaching out and trailing a finger along your dripping slit, your hips jerked, heart pounding, “gonna come that quick, fuck, do it, baby,” he prompted. you pressed the toy harder to your clit gasping and crying out, the sight of anakin before you, the months of waiting, wanting, it all built up and before you could even react the coil in your stomach snapped and you came with a sharp moan, the vibrator still pressed to your cunt as you twitched through the aftershocks of your orgasm. then you felt it, something wet and warm trailing through your fold, you looked down to see anakin now lying between your legs, his tongue buried in your cunt.

“ani” you sobbed, switching the vibrator off and tossing it to the side, anakin taking this as his chance to wrap is lips around your clit and suck. you all but screamed, still strumming with pleasure and overwhelmed by the feeling of his mouth on you, it was hypnotic.

“did i tell you to stop?” he asked pulling back and grabbing the vibrator and flicking it on, pressing to to your abused clit, you gasped, looking down at him with wide eyes, “you are gonna hold this while i eat you out okay, you move it and i’ll stop,” he commanded.

“but, ani, it’s so sensitive,” you told him and anakin simply scoffed.

“you can take it, sluts like you can come as many times as you need to, bet you are still aching for relief,” he said pressing it down harder and you screeched, “take it,” and you did, grabbing the toy from his hand and holding it there as he burried his tongue back inside of you, licking into your sopping walls.

“oh my god, oh my god, anakin please,” you begged one hand slipping down to his hair, tugging on the dark strands with a sob. the vibrator on your clit was brutal, stirring up another orgasm in quick sucession to the last but anakin didn’t stop, he continued to lick and suck while you trembled, slick pouring from your slit as you jerked violently, cumming twice before anakin finally let up.

“you taste fucking divine, angel,” anakin said, his face glossy with your cum, you couldn’t move, couldn’t think as he switched the vibrator off and tossed it to the ground. “fuck me, i’ve never seen such a pretty girl before,” he crooned, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand before crawling up your body and pressing a dirty kiss to your lips. he tasted of salt and your release and it made your body ache once more.

“ani, ani, please,” you begged against his mouth, you werent sure exactly what you were begging for but you needed it, needed him.

“sh, angel, its okay,” he said gently, running his hands down your hips sothingly, “tell me what you need” he prompted and you wailed, he looked stunned, “hey, come on talk to me, too much?” he questioned but you shook your head violently.

“need to feel you,” you said through heaving breaths, clumsily reaching out and grasping his cock that pulsed in your hand, he spluttered out a moan, rocking his hips into you, head of his cock catching your clit with such delicious pleasure that you swore you almost saw stars. “inside,” you demanded, words failing you in that moment of utter want.

“need to prep you first,” he said, gently removing your hands from his cock before sliding his fingers through your throbbing heat finding your slit with ease and slowly sinking one finger in.

“more,” you begged almost instantly, hands clinging to his shoulders and anakin complied, sinking another finger inside of you, pumping into your wet heat as you babbled and cried.

“never imagined i would have you like this, so desperate for me,” anakin panted, “wanna know a secret, i’ve wanted this for so long, have pictured taking you so many times,” he whispered, “i came reading your diary, seeing how much you wanted me,”

“anakin,” you said, hands coming to his cheeks cupping them so that he would face you, you could see the raw desire that danced behind his pretty blue eyes, “i’m ready, please,” and he complied, slowly lining his cockhead with your swollen hole slowly inching in. the burn was intense, a tearing feeling consuming your cunt even as you leaked more slick onto his sodden cock. you gasped, more tears streaming down your cheeks as anakin slowly inched deeper.

“you can do it, baby, doing so well for me,” he praised as he sunk deeper, inch by inch before burying himself at the hilt and staying there, “look at that, angel, you did it,”

“oh, oh fuck,” it was nothing like your dildo that was all solid plastic and cold feel, instead it was warm and hard and sending your body into overdrive, it took a few moments to adjust to the feel of it, the intrusive weight uncomfortable but not unwelcomed, and it was all worth it to see anakins face. his eyes screwed up in pleasure, bottom lip pinched between his teeth as he tried to stay still for you. “move, you can move, please,”

“you sure, baby,” anakin gasped, voice tight.

“yes, please,” you agreed, he started slow at first, gentle shalow thrusts that allowed you to get used to the feeling of it, but soon he began to speed up, sinking deeper inside of you with each thrust until you could feel the tip pressing against your cervix, the pleasure was indescribable, you never knew it could feel like this, so all consuming. “yes, yes, harder,” you pleaded with him.

“you sure,” he gasped out.

“yes, i’m okay,” you nodded, and anakin listened, suddenly there was nothing between you but the heat of your skin and the slick of your bodies, a mix of sweat, cum and spit. it was disgusting, a sick merging of your bodies, anakin’s face was burried in your neck, sucking crimson marks onto your sensitive skin while you clawed at his back, manicured nails cutting into his golden skin.

“shit, you feel fucking amazing,” anakin said against your skin, grinding deeper, “such a good little pussy for me, taking me so well,” he told you, “you need to come on my cock again, wanna feel you cleanch around me, okay?” he said and you nodded frantically.

“please, ani,”

“that’s it, good girl,” he cooed, thumb coming between you to circle your clit, you could feel your orgasm building as he jerked into you, his thrusts getting sloppy and you knew he was close, could tatse it on your tongue, you needed it, needed him. “i own this pussy now,” he hissed, “gonna make every single one of your dirty fantasies come true and then we can try some of mine,” anakin told you, thumb speeding up and pleasure exploded behind your eyelids, everything went white and you were gone. when you came too anakin was hovering over you still cock in hand jerking himself off frantically.

“ani,” you whispered, hand coming up shakily and grasping his cock jerking it lightly and anakin came in thick hot spurts all over your chest and face while you took it happily. he collapsed down beside you, pulling you in so your face was pressed against his chest, leg cocking over his hips. “wow,” was all you managed to say.

“better get ready baby, this was only the beginning,” anakin smirked, pressing a kiss to your sweaty forhead and you couldn’t wait to see what else he had in store for you, and you thanked the stars that you had made that little diary.

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[ontherocks21]

Someday I'll Write It:

Lady Vader Part V

The nightmares begin soon after.

Anakin tries to tell her that he's fine. That they will pass in time. That it's just stress and the increasing amount of time he has to spend away from her. Duty calls. More often when one is playing both sides.

She knows he doesn't want to frighten her, but no matter how hard he tries to convince her, she can only hear how hard he's working to convince himself.

The fifth time he wakes bolt upright and screaming, she finally gets it out of him.

"You'll die in childbirth."

Her hands freeze in his sweat-drenched hair, and her blood runs cold. Anakin pulls out of her suddenly intense embrace and flees the darkness of their bedroom. He can't sleep when he's like this, and she understands. Neither can she.

Despite her Emdee's reassurances that "Everything is looking great" (they had ordered the medical droid to be sparing with the details, not wanting to spoil the surprise), despite how utterly nonsensical his prediction of labor fatality is, despite the way she recoils from the suffocating terror constricting her chest, Padmé still feels the ghost of Shmi between them.

For a long while, she lies awake, staring at the ceiling and wondering how not to repeat history from repeating itself.

The next morning, she insists on weekly prenatal visits even though routine check-ups are usually scheduled once a month still at this stage of the second trimester. Anakin can't attend them all - Palpatine's iron fist is tightening on the galaxy as is his leash on his apprentice - but the additional reports and the ones he can seem to help him find sleep again.

Until he misses three in a row. Her belly grows larger everyday it seems, and he tells her in a rising panic that he needs to know more.

"I can't schedule any more without raising further suspicion," she says, soothingly stroking his arm. "Bail and Dormé and Mon already have their hands full covering for my absences as is."

"I know, I know," he replies, his brow furrowed and worried. He presses his palm to her navel. "But I need to know."

She doesn't have to ask him to explain. She doesn't have to hear him voice the words he's so afraid to speak.

We need to know who's in there. Who's at stake.

Padmé nods, rolling into him beneath the sheets. He tucks her under his chin, holding their family so tightly against him she thinks he may never let go.

The next visit, the Emdee introduces them to their future.

A boy and a girl.

"Twins," Anakin breathes, his cerulean eyes mesmerized by the holo-sound screen. For one brief moment, the constant undercurrent of tension he wears on his face like a mask he can't shed breaks with a smile.

Padmé's heart swells until she thinks it may burst. She's missed this Anakin, her Anakin. The one who holds hope and light and love in his very soul.

"Twins," Padmé beams back, trying her best to revel in the doubled joy this revelation brings.

And not the doubled reason for fear.

Image Credit: Eli Hyder

[fionajames]

the unimaginable

hey guys this is angst (ur not ready). the lyrics in this are from the song 'It's Quiet Uptown' by Lil Manuel Miranda, from Hamilton. i recommend listening to it as u read.

T/W: Death.

There are moments that the words don’t reach

Anakin had never felt his heart drop to his stomach the same way it had when he’d heard Shmi take her last breath. 

He felt it again, as he felt Ahsoka’s life slip away from him. 

There is suffering too terrible to name

He wept for days, unable to fully process the death of his sister. She was dead. He’d never hold her close again, never correct her stance, never scold her for being cocky on the battlefield.

Nothing felt as horrible as loss, nothing hit so deep.

You hold your child as tight as you can

Obi-Wan held him close as the night began, and the day grew distant. Anakin was not alone in his mourning of his sister, even as the battle continued. Obi-Wan, Rex and Cody were among the many at his side, standing together in grief.

And push away the unimaginable

The battle continued even though they had lost so much already. It continued for days, eventually weeks. It finally ended on a sunny morning, the rain-covered ground fresh and the air crisp. It was victorious, yet, no one was celebrating.

The moments when you’re in so deep

Padme waited at her door for her husband, unaware of the empty shell of a man she was about to see. When she saw Anakin, her heart fell as his had. They wept together in the dimly lit flat.

It feels easier to just swim down

She wept still when he was gone, when the wounded man had to return to the battlefield without his sister. She saw Obi-Wan at his side, a matching shell of emptiness, devoid of all emotion.

The Hamiltons move uptown

The war was over months later, months filled with nothingness so numbing it ached. After a long, and painful Council meeting, Anakin and Padme bought a house in the quiet streets of Naboo, far away from the special place she’d lived before.

And learn to live with the unimaginable

Obi-Wan stayed there often, sitting in the dark of their spare bedroom. Rex lived in the house with them, a man divide of all happiness. Ahsoka’s death was unexpected and unimaginable, not to mention painful.

I spend hours in the garden

Anakin travelled to a garden beyond the outskirts of the city every day. He sat amongst the trees and flowers, birds singing songs of sorrow when he arrived. Ahsoka would’ve liked the garden.

I walk alone to the store

Padme walked alone almost everywhere she went. She no longer looked like the Senator of Naboo, now just a woman. A woman in immense pain.

And it’s quiet uptown

It was always quiet in the streets, an unfamiliar sound to the fighters who were so accustomed to the battlefield. It was peaceful, and they relished every second of silence that came with it.

I never liked the quiet before

Rex wasn’t used to the silence, it had always bugged him. Now, he had no sister, and the silence seemed to fit. He’d lost a sister and his spark. He’d lost his happiness 

If you see him in the street

Anakin wasn’t the same man as he was before Ahsoka. He was fragile, he was broken. He’d lost so much and then he’d lost more. He’d been pushed beyond his breaking point.

Walking by her side, talking by her side, have pity

He’s only happiness came from Padme, as they walked the streets and mourned the loss of their sister. He and her were a pair, a pair of broken people.

They are going through the unimaginable

Rex, Obi-Wan, Padme and Anakin. 

The four people sharing the pain of one girl’s death.

Sharing the pain of their sister’s death.

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Have a good day/night!

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[susanoosama01]

AU where Anakin has been having one single recurring nightmare since his childhood. Imagine little Ani waking up in tears and Shmi having to shush him tenderly then the very next day he drops one electric tool and burns his tiny hands because for a second, the tool looked like the lightning in his dream. He jumps and drops the tool and burns his little hands because for a second, he heard the screams of that man in his dream. He never sees the hooded figure who shoots the lightning, only the blond man whose face twists in pain and who looks at Ani, pleading. Years later, in the Temple the dreams continue. The voices never leave him alone at night. I will not fight you! There's still good in you. If you will not turn maybe she will. NEVER! HELP ME! PLEASE! Obi-Wan taught you well. HELP ME! It's the only way you can save your friends! I am not leaving you! Just for once, let me- HELP ME!

When Anakin wakes up, he can never breathe properly. His throat and lungs stop working, he tastes smoke and something burnt and he finds himself crying for the blond man who keeps looking younger and younger to him as Anakin himself becomes older.

The dreams change after he marries Padmé. The same blond man is in light colors, loose ponchos and is fixing up some kind of speeder with his sandy hands. The young man gazes at the sky and plays with a toy spaceship, lying on the top of a vaporator. The young man smiles, looking more vibrant than both of the suns over his head. The young man races his friends, shoots at womprats and helps out at a mechanic shop. It's hot, it's sandy, it's boring, it's home. He was born free after all. He likes speed and flying and blasters and scrapyards and-

Anakin in his early twenties cries for the young boy every time he wakes from a dream about him. He remembers the lightning and the agonizing sobs and the screams and the little one's face becoming so clear for a minute before everything goes black. He remembers losing the boy. Every single time.

Padmé is pregnant. She whispers to him in the dark of their cozy bedroom one night just as Anakin is falling asleep. Leia for a girl. Luke for a boy.

Luke.

Anakin keeps dreaming about Luke. Luke grows up on Tatooine. Luke is gentle like Padmé. Luke is curious and brave like Anakin. Luke is born free. Luke learns from Obi-Wan. Luke fights a war. Luke dies in front of Anakin. Anakin saves him from the lightning, kills the hooded figure but he can't save Luke. Luke rushes to his side. Luke takes him by the arm, helping him out. Luke leans over, removes something from over his face. Luke looks more vibrant than both of the suns on Tatooine. Luke disappears in a few short moments. Luke dies and Anakin is left all alone in eternal darkness.

When Palpatine tells him of the legend, he says something else.

You can save Luke.

Anakin is willing to turn to the Dark Side because he will lose Luke and be left in the dark anyway. At least like this, Luke will live.

Luke will live, he promises himself.

[kcrabb88]

Blood Makes Noise

Chapter 2: The Tables Are Starting to Turn

Summary: As the AIDS crisis sweeps across New York City in the late 1980s, professor, activist, and writer Obi-Wan Jinn-Kenobi finds himself with a devastating diagnosis. As he tries to make sense of things in the aftermath, he gravitates toward the friend who has been at the center of his life since childhood: Quinlan Vos. Through the tumble of letting themselves be in love, Quin's music career, and meeting a young boy who will change their lives forever, they try to keep Obi-Wan alive. Obi-Wan fights for the rights of his community and finds himself in the sights of a powerful man who is determined to ruin him. In the end, Obi-Wan must try to survive the race between the virus in his veins and the slow slog of medical discovery. With his family and a little luck on his side, he might just be one of the precious few to make it. Chapter Summary: Obi-Wan meets a new young friend--and encounters an old enemy. A new career path presents itself to Obi-Wan, and he and Quin make a decision together. Quinlan makes progress in his music career. ACT UP pushes for change and Obi-Wan faces his first hospital visit since his diagnosis.

Anakin is, Obi-Wan is sure, the most curious child currently alive in America. He and Quin quickly learned, the first time Anakin came over with Shmi when their heater broke, that he would explore everywhere. He went straight into the bedroom, saw the box of Durex rainbow condoms they’d left out—for colorful loving—and burst out laughing.

Since then, they put everything away.

At least Shmi didn’t mind the artfully designed Annual Alphabet City Fuck Ronnie Fundraiser, 1987 concert poster framed on their living room wall.

Quin stays on the phone while he opens the door, and Obi-Wan hears Anakin’s happy voice on the other end. He’s going to a four-week engineering day camp soon, but for the next bit, Quin is playing babysitter on and off when Shmi is at work.

“Hi, Obi-Wan!” Anakin chirps. “Why aren’t you here?”

“I’m at work, Analeh.” Obi-Wan can practically feel Anakin’s joy at the endearment through the phone. “I’ll be home later. Don’t give Quin too much trouble, okay?”

“I will tell him if his song is bad,” Anakin shoots back. “Usually they’re great, but sometimes he misses.”

[solarlotus]

Hi there! I wanted to suggest a prompt: the council wants to assign a new padawan to obi-wan and anakin goes feral

Thanks if you do take it! You can make it NSFW or not, as you prefer, have a nice day!

For the obikin discord, I love you guys. Set in happily ever after verse where Anakin doesn't fall, Shmi lives and Palpatine chokes on a peanut.

Obi Wan sighed, Anakin was scowling yet again. 'Paddy made a mistake in droid class,' Anakin said, shaking his head at Obi Wan's 13 year old padawan. It had been 13 years since Anakin was a padawan, 13 long years in which Obi Wan had been without a student, 8 years since Ahsoka was knighted. Anakin had been a nightmare for the past 6 months.

'Anakin, it's just droids, he's excellent at everything else.'

'Just droids? I built a droid when I was 8! Anyway, I wanted to talk to you.' Anakin sat next to Obi Wan on the couch, right next to him, so their sides were touching. 'I think Paddy is developing an unhealthy attachment,' Anakin began. 'He talked about you the whole time when I took him to visit mom.'

'Your mom liked him,' Obi Wan observed.

'Mom liked Cliegg,' Anakin said dismissively. 'Anyway, he kept going on about you.'

'It's funny, because he said the same about you,' Obi Wan observed drily. 'He said you told him I was the most powerful jedi in the galaxy, you really mustn't make fun of me like that, dearest, I'm trying to be a serious master.''

'I wasn't making fun,' Anakin said seriously. 'You are the best jedi to have ever lived.'

'Anakin! Stop teasing. And stop making up problems with Paddy, he's thirteen for goodness sake and you're a grown man. I had hoped you'd be a second master to him, the way I was with Ahsoka.'

'I'm trying to, master! He's impossible though. I can barely believe he was taken as a padawan though, very slow learner. Do you remember I was the best at sparring by his age even though I didn't start until I was 9?'

'I remember. You are not, however, the best at jedi like modesty.'

'So, what will we do about his attachment?'

'You will meditate on your own attachment and I will meditate on my many failings as a master.'

Anakin took Obi Wan's face in his hands and spoke fiercely. 'You have no failings, you're my master, my best friend and I love you.'

Obi Wan sighed softly, Anakin's blue eyes were blazing. 'Let us meditate, dear one and try to let go of your attachments.' Obi Wan leaned forward and kissed Anakin's forehead. 'You will always have a special place in my heart, Anakin. I need you to help me with Paddy now, do not let jealousy consume you.'

'I'm not jealous!' Anakin said hotly. 'Paddy can't even fly a starship yet! And I still have the biggest bedroom.'

Obi Wan rolled his eyes.

TBC

[writingofdungeonbat]

@mytardisisparked said this was open to anyone who wanted to sooooo here I am for Yap Time

1. Why do you write fanfic?

I usually say that my favorite stores and characters are the ones with 'space.' Characters with missing chunks of their backstory or arcs, places for me to run wild. My favorite Star Wars characters are Qui-Gon, Shmi, Hux, and Eli Vanto- characters that I feel like I can really chew on.

Also, it's just fun! I REALLY like when I write something that, when I send it to my friends, results in an 'OW WHAT THE FUCK.' That's like crack.

2. Which of your posted stories do you think about the most, even though the story is “finished”?

Oh gosh, probably my codywan big bang In Our Bedroom After The War! It's not a 'longfic' by most standards, but it was my longest fic, and I think it really started me down the path for Casually Cruel, my magnum opus Thranto omegaverse.

3. If you could give yourself fic advice from when you first started writing fic, what would that advice be?

This is a hobby, it doesn't have to be perfect. Good enough is wonderful. Also- stop trying to make yourself write transitions that you like. Just start the next scene lmao.

4. What’s your relationship to fic stats?

I wish desperately I could be an author who throws stuff into the void and never think about it again, but hooooooly shit I am a stats goblin. I've noticed trends and patterns, and keep track of the rankings of my fics for each year.

All this to say, I write for myself and my friends, but I post for community.

5. Is there a pairing or scenario or friendship you miss writing? If so, why? If not, why not?

I want to write more about Luke and trans man Mara Jade! They're so fun to write because they are the definition of 'sunshine and snarling protector' and they are so sweet! Mostly I struggle with them because of the lack of response I usually get when I post fics where they're the main focus. I have a few in the works, though!

6. What motivates you to write?

You know the verse from Breathe-

'2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me Threatening the life it belongs to And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd 'Cause these words are my diary screaming out loud And I know that you'll use them however you want to' ?

That's why I write. I feel like stories are bursting at the seams of me and if I don't let them out I'll die. One of my friends jokes that something will strike me and then stories just fall out.

7. Why do you write for the fandom(s) that you write for?

The Autism Creature, mostly. I write according to my special interests, but I also LOVE how active the Star Wars fandom is, after coming from Assassin's Creed Syndicate. I keep drifting closer to writing for Helluva Boss, but the Part of Me That Cringes won't stop ahh.

8. If you’re stuck writing a WIP, what do you do?

Walk away from it for a day or so, then make myself a cocktail, get in my comfy PJs, and see what happens. I also use my friends as rubber ducks!

9. What do you wish people knew about comments?

You will NEVER bother me. I know you're thinking 'oh, except me. I'm annoying.' NO NO NO! I have gotten comments that I think about YEARS later, comments that have made me laugh out loud, and, for a lot of fics, comments that kept me writing the fic/premise in question. If I don't see a positive response, I'm more likely to either not write that thing again, or keep it in my private files (seriously, I have War and Peace levels of writing on my harddrive and google docs and notes app).

So please, if you see something, and want more of it, let us know!!

10. Maybe there’s a question you wish had been on here. What’s that question (and answer)?

When's the next part of Casually Cruel and Balance in All Things coming?

.....soon?? Ish?? The next chapter of Casually Cruel is giving me hell because there's a lot of small things going on that I need to make cohesive. Balance in All Things will be longer, because the Brain Goblins decided that we needed a subplot about Palpatine trying to start a holy war and I have no idea what's going to happen with that.

I don't know who's been tagged before soooo @dirtbag-linecook-kyloren and anyone who wants to!

(also feed my ask box she's very hungry)

[desireandduty]

@skyhaunter sent in for the comforting a lover after a nightmare meme | Accepting!

In the first year after the shooting happened, she used to have nightmares about that morning, seeing random snippets of scenes playing in her head like clips in a movie trailer. The awful chorus of gunshots and screams reverberating through the high school hallway. The shaky, sweatiness of her hand as she held her phone to her ear for the 911 call. The heart-pounding anticipation as she heard the gunshots getting closer and closer while she waited on the phone with the 911 operator for the police to finally arrive. The horror of blood pooled in hallways, bodies lying in unnatural positions on the floor, as she and her biology class were ushered out of the school once the shooter was neutralized.

This was a large part of the reason why her dad took the job offer from Columbia, why they uprooted the family, leaving Sola behind to finish her degree at University of Rochester and having Padmé begin her sophomore year at a brand new high school. After the horror she'd endured, navigating a new high school at 15 hadn't been all that scary. Being in a new place, plus a very excellent therapist, helped the nightmares recede. Now that a decade has passed, she can't remember the last time she had a nightmare about it.

Until tonight. For some reason, she wakes up at 3 am, sweating, trembling and screaming, to find Anakin's hands applying gentle pressure on her shoulders, trying to calm her. Blinking rapidly to clear the tears away, her vision comes into focus. For a heart-wrending second, when she doesn't immediately recognize her surroundings, she stiffens in panic. Then it sinks in: they're in Las Vegas, in Anakin's old bedroom. He's here with her. Everything is fine.

Slowly, the adrenaline rush leaves her body. She sits up, pressing herself into the comfort of Anakin's arms as he wraps them around her. "I had a nightmare about.... the shooting," she whispers to him, by way of explanation. "I haven't had one in ages, but..." That's all she can manage to say about it for now.

"I think I'm gonna stay up for a while. Make sure you're okay," he says, and she nods in gratitude, pressing her face more tightly against his neck and drawing deep, soothing breaths. Her heart rate has only just calmed back down to normal when she hears a knock at the door.

"Ani? Padme? Is everything all right? I heard screams..." It's Shmi's gentle voice on the other side of the door, which she now opens a fraction.

Utterly mortified, Padmé swallows to lubricate her now-dry throat and manages to croak out. "We're fine. I just had a nightmare." Of all the times for those to return, it had to be her very first night at her mother-in-love's house? She's technically already spoken with Shmi many times before over FaceTime, but this is their first time meeting in person. And as much as they haven't really talked about their future together, she already can't picture one without Anakin in it. So in her mind, his mother is already hers "in-love" if not "in-law."

[sw5w]

A Mother Kisses Her Son Goodbye

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:15:10

[hopesworlld]

౨ৎ he made my doll heart, light up with joy

౨ৎ 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 — step!bro anakin x fem!reader

౨ৎ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 — your stepbrother anakin found your diary and now he wants to make all your dirty fantasies come true

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 — 4k

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — swearing, stepcest, mentions of weed and alcohol, mean!anakin, face slapping in a sexual context but not discussed beforehand, smut ( mentioned masturbation f and m, hickeys, unprotected sex, p in v, choking, hair pulling, praise, a little degradation, use of the term slut/little slut, titty fucking, squirting, oral sex m receiving ) i think that's everything !

౨ৎ 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 ! — feeding the girlies 🫶🏻

part one part three masterlist

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it had been a couple of days since anakin had found your diary and your mind had been stuck on him since then, each time you saw him your mind was filled with images of that night, the look on his face as he guided his cock into your mouth, the way he felt filling you up, spilling his cum onto your face and chest. you longed for him again, and he knew that and he fucking loved it. he would walk around the house shirtless, shorts hanging off of his hips with no boxers beneath leaving his cock print visible beneath. it took everything within you not to grab him there and then and tug his shorts down and choke on his cock.

you knew he was playing the long game, seeing how long he could make you wait before you came to him begging, tears staining your cheeks and core aching. so you waited, watching, longing but you had done this before, had been holding those dirty little fantasies inside of you for so long so this, you could hold on. sitting in your bedroom hands shoved down your panties toying with your clit until you came picturing anakin sitting in his bedroom, pumping his flushed cock wishing you would give in. so you decided you were going to play anakin at his own game, wearing short skirts and tight fitting tops, forgoing bras and underwear and purposefully bending over when you knew he was behind you giving him the perfect view of your cunt beneath the frilly fabric, grinning when you heard him hiss quietly beneath his breath.

it became a new sick obsession for you both, anakin brushing past you, hands trailing along your spine, grasping at your hips, playing with your skirt's waistband. while you would creep behind him and run your hands down his chest, or slip past him pressing your ass against his crotch. it lasted for a week before everything collapsed.

you were laying in your bedroom, both your father and shmi out on a date night, and anakin was out with friends so you had the house to yourself, though it was about as fun as to be expected, so you decided to write in your diary detailing the games you and anakin had been playing that day.

/ i really thought he was going to give in today, i wore the tiniest skirt i have, it’s hardly even a skirt, so short i haven't worn it since i bought it but god it’s hard, anakin promised this isn't over but i didn't realise i was going to have to beg for it and i don’t want too. he knows i want him, i creamed all over his fucking cock and still, he’s making me wait. i just want him to give in, grab me and fuck me senseless again, i haven’t been able to cum properly since last week, no matter how much i want to it’s like my body needs him, i fucking hate it. god, why won’t he just do something?

“writing more fantasies there, angel?” anakin’s voice cut through the peaceful silence of your bedroom, you titled your head to face him, taking in the skin-tight black jeans that clung to his legs and band t-shirt, the heavy black liner around his eyes, he looked utterly sinful.

“nothing to say,” you replied shortly, turning your face back to the diary, gaze scanning the page, you could feel him still staring at you but decided to remain silent, if he wanted to play this game you would play it.

“oh, baby’s got bite, huh,” anakin snickered, crossing the room and perching himself at the end of the bed, “feeling a bit worked up?” he asked and you scoffed, raising your eyes, watching the way his gaze trailed over your body suddenly aware that you were wearing only a white vest top and a pair of pink cotton panties, you hadn’t expected him home tonight. usually, he and his friends would be out for hours on end not returning until the sun rose, but it was hardly half past eight.

“you wish,” you said with a small smile rolling your eyes at him, watching as his eyes darkened.

“wanna play like that, baby? okay, why don’t you hand me that book and show me what you are writing,” he offered, hand held out expectantly and a shudder ran down your spine as you met his gaze, he was testing you, tempting you to give in.

“why? you gave me what i wanted. you want me fucking say it,” you bit out, but your facade was fading but anakin… anakin broke.

“think now you’ve had my cock you can talk to me like i’m a fucking idiot?” he seethed, reaching over and ripping the diary from your grip and dropping it on the bed before straddling your hips, using one hand to pin your hands above your head in a bruising grip, “acted like a fucking slut all week, flashing me that desperate pussy, practically begging for it and now you wanna act blase?” he was angry, enraged as he glared down at you and you had never felt so small.

“anakin i…” you began to say but he shook his head.

“shut up,” he sneered, “sluts don’t get to talk, they shut their mouths and listen,” and you knew you shouldn’t, your brain was screaming at you to not give in, but that other part of you, your needy cunt needed this, needed him so you nodded. “look at you, all brave until you think you are gonna get cock, embarrassing,”

“i’m sorry,” you spewed out, and before you could even process it his hand was coming up, slapping you harshly around the face leaving behind a burning sting, you gaped up at him, shocked at his action and he smirked.

“i told you to be quiet but you can’t fucking listen can you, so you know what i’m gonna do?” he asked you and all you could do was stare at him, “nothing,” he replied simply letting go of your hands and climbing down from atop of you off of the bed, “you want me you know where to find me,” he said, sending you a teasing wave leaving you alone with a stinging cheek and throbbing cunt. you couldn’t even bring yourself to get off that night, simply curling on your side and hoping, but anakin never came.

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the following day you were unsure of what to do next, cheek-stained rosy and cunt still aching, what you weren’t expecting was to see anakin the second you entered the kitchen, his eyes widening when he saw your face.

“shit,” he gasped walking over to you and cradling your cheek, you blinked up at him stunned, “i didn’t realise i… angel, fuck” he looked horrified, “i was so fucked when i got home last night and i, god,” anakin didn’t know what to say, pretty blue eyes so heart-achingly pained.

“it’s okay,” you said softly but he shook his head frantically.

“it’s not okay, i didn’t ask i just did it, fuck, i was so cross faded, baby, you don’t have to forgive me,” anakin had never been so nice to you ever, maybe after he had fucked you within an inch of your life, but this anakin was so impossibly soft you felt something with you shift, lust melting into something more malleable, something warm and light and it terrified you.

“ani, it’s okay,” you repeated, leaning up and planting a kiss on his lips, it was confident but you had to try, and anakin wilted, arm slipping around your waist and pulling you in, your bodies pressed so close they were practically one. the kiss was soft, a sweet caress of lips on lips before anakin pulled back and planted a soft kiss on your cheek. “wanna know a secret?” you asked him and anakin looked into your eyes, only sincerity glowing in them.

“always, angel,” he whispered and a small smirk twisted itself on your lips.

“i liked it,” you say watching as anakin’s eyes widen before a grin stretches across his face, his hand still resting on your hips pinching down slightly and making you jump.

“cheeky slut,” he teased, leaning in and peppering kisses along the length of your neck making you shiver in delight, “i need you, angel,” he murmured against your neck, “you’ve taken over my entire brain, can’t think of anything but you,”

“take me,” you whispered, “you’ve haunted my thoughts for long enough, ani,” it was a mess of teeth and tongue as anakin pulled you in again, lifting you into his arms, you wrapped your legs around his waist letting him carry you from the kitchen up the stairs, only breaking the kiss to look where he was going every few seconds before suddenly you were being laid back onto your bed, anakin hovering atop of you.

“i’m not gonna be gentle this time,” anakin told you, hands resting on your hips, “i need to make you mine, ruin you for any other man that tries with you, you are fucking mine,” he groaned out, grinding his hips against yours, the delicious thrill of his half hard cock settled between your thighs enough to drive you wild.

“you’ve already ruined me,” you confess like a sinner would on their knees before the priest.

“fuck,” anakin hissed, he grasped the skin of your thighs hiking them up so that they sat around his waist, “want everything from you, don’t hold back,” he demanded, and you knew that you were gone, this sick story was coming to a close and a new book was already in the making as he reached between your bodied and cupped your aching sex.

“yes, yes,” you pleaded, grinding your hips against his hand, you needed to feel him, to have him explore every inch of you and make you his.

“let’s get you out of these clothes, pretty,” he cooed, hands slipping under your top and tugging it off revealing your perky tits beneath, nipples hardening against the cool air, he groaned, cupping them in his large hands and squeezing, “such gorgeous tits, will you let me fuck them a little, baby?” he asked you and you whined.

“fuck yes, want you to come all over them, ani please,” you said, hands falling to the waistband of your shorts, it was an awkward shuffle of bodied as you managed to push them down and kick them from your legs while anakin grinned, still looking at your tits in awe.

“wanna mark them up, let everyone know whose tits they are,” he said, not waiting for confirmation before sinking down and suckling the tops of your breasts, a jolt of pain shot through your body making you shiver in delight. he sucked until the marks were bright red and lay stark against your skin, running his tongue over them soothingly before moving to the next until your breasts were covered. “holy shit,” he gaped.

“s’ pretty,” you murmered looking at the marks he had created.

“so pretty,” anakin agreed, “the fucking prettiest, along with this cunt, been dreaming about having this again,” he told you, tracing his fingers through your aching folds, “always so wet for me, angel,”

“take your clothes off,” you huffed, hips jittering, “wanna see you,” you pleaded, hands clumsily coming up to his belt and tugging at the cuff trying to unloop the fabric.

“desperate girl,” he smirked but obliged, tearing his shirt over his head in a swooping motion before following suit with his jeans, tugging the belt free as you watched in fascination as his jeans and boxers finally came down and his cock sprang free from its confines, hard, flushed and aching.

“anakin,” you hummed in delight at the sight, desperate for him.

“never meet a girl so needy for cock, look like you’ve just won the lottery,” anakin snickered, dragging his cock through your folds, soaking the tip before slapping it against your clit, you hissed at the contact lifing your hips to meet his but anakin pressed his hand your your stomach holding you down. “not yet,” he told you, “get the diary, i promised you a fantasy,” he smirked.

“anakin,” you huffed, pouting, “you know what i want, you don’t need that,” you said but he shook his head.

“wanna read your dirty words first, angel, come on,” he prompted planting a soft slap to your ass cheek making you squeal, scrambling up the bed and grabbing the little diary from its place beneath your pillow and handing it to him. he flicked the pages open, scanning through some older entries along with some older ones, his smile widening as he read your desperate words. “god, you are fucking filithy,”

“stop it,” you cried ripping the book from his hand and reading the page.

/ anakin stood behind me in the kitchen today and i purposefully bent over so that my skirt would come up, i wasn't wearing any underwear so he saw everything, i’m pretty sure i heard him moan. it made me so wet i wonder if he noticed, i wanted him to grab me and ram his cock inside me. i’ve seen porn where girls get fucked from behind, pinned against a counter or on their hands and knees, hair threaded through their partner's hands, tugging them back. or sometimes the guy had his hands wrapped around their throat. i bet anakin is good at choking, his hands are so big, he could probably fit his hand around my neck easily and choke me out, i tried it myself, squeezed hard enough that it made my head spin, i think even without my vibrator i would have cum so fucking hard from that. i hope he gives in soon.

“wanna feel my hands around your throat, angel?” anakin asked you, “want me to pound you from behind, take you like a slut? should have known you would love that,” you moaned at his words, slamming the book shut and tossing it from the bed.

“yes, ani, you know what i want so please, please do something,” you begged, crawling over to him and straddling his hips, wet cunt dragging against his hard cock, he groaned, grasping your hips tightly and rocking against you, his cock head catching at the rim of your swollen hole.

“gotta let you ride me one day, baby,” he murmured into your ear, “but right now i want you on your hands and knees, ass up,” he prompted and who were you to ignore instructions? you quickly moved into place, trying to remember who the girls do it in porn, the position was a little uncomfortable, knees not used to holding your weight like this, anakin ran his hand along your back soothingly, unlocking the tensed muscles that rippled beneath his touch revealing a subtle arch as you dipped down against the bed, breasts brushing against the cotton sheets. “look at that,” anakin said, “fucking perfect,” not seeing him made your skin prickle, every touch seemed to set your nerves on fire, especially when he drew his hands to your rounded ass, grasping at the flesh with keen fingers.

“ani, stop teasing,” you complained earning a sharp slap on your ass, the pressure making you jolt.

“needy little slut,” anakin spat, “just trying to appreciate the view but you are so focused on getting something inside that desperate cunt, want it so bad then fucking take it,” and he was inside you, despite his harsh words anakin was gentle with you, only pushing the tip into your dripping hole and holding it there for a few seconds before pushing deeper, your walls greedily sucking him in, his cock a weclome introusion after weeks of needy fingers helplessly pressing at your gummy walls, clumsily chasing a phantom release.

“yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, head dropping down against the bed as anakin began to thrust, the burn was expected, you hadn’t had him in weeks and with no prep you were bound to be a little sore, but you wanted this, wanted it to hurt, wanted to remember the feeling of him inside of you for days to come. his thrusts were shallow at first, hardly sinking all the way in before pulling out again, he continued this for a few moments, hands grasping at your hips before you began to whine, “ani, it’s okay, i need you harder, deeper, wanna feel your cock in my fucking stomach,” you simpered, dirty words pouring from petal lips, but it worked, you felt anakin’s dick twitch inside of you.

“such a dirty mouth, angel,” he groaned, hand threading through your hair and yanking, the action jerking you backward so that anakin was fully sheathed inside of you and you fucking loved it, moaning loudly at the feeling of being so full, the pressure of his cock head against your cervix and the burn of your scalp would have been enough to make you cum, but then he began to jackhammer inside of you, hips thrusting at a brutal pace, filling every inch of you.

“oh my god,” you screeched, tears glossing your eyes, as you let anakin abuse your sopping cunt. tip pressing against the spongey spot inside of you that made your head spin.

“that’s it, baby, scream for me,” anakin hissed, hands bruising on your hips, as he sank deeper, and deeper, you swore you could feel him in your guts, this angle allowing him to go deeper than he had before, he was everywhere, you vaguely wondered what it would feel like if he spilled inside of you, cum coating your insides, it was disgusting, so, so wrong but you knew you would have to ask him for it one day, maybe leave it in your diary and hope he finds it, but you had little time to ponder as anakin’s hand untangled from your hair and began to creep its away around your throat, just holding it, waiting.

“ani,” you pleaded, his fingertips dancing along your pulse point, palm warm even against your fiery skin.

“you want it?” he asked, squeezing ever so slightly so that you could feel the pressure but not enough to cut off air flow.

“yes, want it so bad, anakin please,” he laughed, a dark mocking thing that made your pussy cleanch.

“come on, angel you can beg better than that,” anakin litled, you couldn’t see him but you knew he was smiling, amused by the pathetic girl wrapped around his cock, so desperate for him no matter what he could say or do, you would still trail after him cock hungry and begging.

“choke me, ani, please, want your hands around my throat, want you to fuck me like a slut, please, please, need it so bad, please, ani,” you didn’t had to wait to see if you begged well enough before anakin’s hand tightened, pressing in all the right places to cut off your wind pipe, a dull aching feeling lingering as the blood rushed from your head, it was hypnotic, something welling inside of you, loving the control he held over your entire body. you were his, whether he wanted it or not. the slick sound of your cunt taking his cock filled the room not that your moans were cut off, it made you shudder.

“baby, baby,” anakin panted, hips stuttering inside of you, “fuck, you are a dream, angel,” he said, voice shaky, “gonna need you to cum soon, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me, don’t think i can hold it much longer and i still need to feel those tits around me,”

“fuck,” you cried at the sound of his shakey voice, words garbled by anakin’s hand around your thoat, he loosened it for a moment allowing you to gulp in a large breath of air before it tightened once again, thumb pressing against your pule point, you whimpered, tears spilling down your cheeks as you let anakin rock against you.

“play with your clit for me, angel,” anakin told you, pace not slowing but you could feel his dick twitching, you did as he said, one hand sliding to the sticky mess between your thighs, you were tempted to feel at the place between the two of you, the connection of his cock deep inside of you but you worried that would set anakin off, so you began to circle your clit, the loss of one arm to balance with make you shaky, body jerking forward violently so anakin grabbed your other arm, wrenching it behind your back and holding it there, other hand still on your throat, his body supporting your entire weight. it was fucking heavenly, you were completely at his disposal, he could do anything he wanted to you and you would let him.

“mmh,” you stuttered out, voice lost beneath anakin’s vice grip, that coil in your stomach welling, you could feel it expanding, coiling down your spine and encasing your entire lower body. you needed it, that lust you had felt for weeks reaching closer to a crescendo, you wanted him to ruin you, to tear you in two a bury himself beneath your skin so you could feel him forever. your heart pounded against your chest, body aching with want.

“that’s it,” anakin cooed, “you can let go, come all over my cock, angel girl,” he whispered, squeezing your throat tighter, white spots danced in your vision, the feeling of his cock head bullying your cervix, the dizzying lack of air in your head and the way he held you, it was enough to send you spinning. everything went dark, you felt entirely weightless, the glow of your orgasm consuming your entire body and you were gone.

when you came too, anakin was hovering over you, your body now laid flat and he looked adoringly down on you, bottom lip pinched between his teeth.

“oh, baby,” he sounded awe struck, you blinked up at him, hazy from the force of the orgasm that had consumed you, “you squirted, angel,” he told you and you looked down, his entire cock and stomach was sodden as well as the sheets beneath you two, you gaped, stunned.

“i did that?” you whispered and anakin swopped in, peppering kisses along the curve of your lips.

“yes, yes you did, so fucking hot, never seen a girl squirt in person before, it was fucking insane,” anakin said, almost giddy, “such a good girl, angel, something out of a dream i swear to god,” he continued too kiss you, along your lips, trailing across your cheeks and you squirmed, hands shakily coming to his shoulders.

“ani,” you say, breathlessly, still taken aback by what you had done, like anakin you had only seen squirting in porn, you couldn’t even imagine that you yourself could do it.

“yes, baby, anything,” he sounded frantic, hips rutting against the wetness between your thighs, still chasing his relief as he praised you.

“my tits,” you gasped out through over sensitivity as he cock brushed your swollen clit, “fuck my tits, ani, please,” he pulled back, a dreamy smile painted on his lips as he shuffled up the bed, hips stradling your stomach.

“you really want this?” he asked gently, and you nodded, you needed this, needed him to come, you watched in bliss as he reached behind him, coating his palm in your wetness and smearing it between your tits until the skin glistened before guiding his cock along the silken channel, “push them together for me, angel, make it nice and tight like your pussy for me,” he instucted, your hands dragged up your sides and too your swollen breasts, pressing them together, your thumbs trailing along the marks anakin had left before.

“yes, just like that,” anakin whispered, rutting his hips, cock sliding between your tits with a squealch. his cock head bumped against your chin and impulsibely you dipped your head, capturing the weeping thing between your lips and suckling, it was a mess of spit, slick and cum and anakin moaned, louder than you had ever heard him moan before. you glanced at him through your lashes and almost lost it, anakin looked wrecked, lips parted and stained crimson, hair ruffled atop his head in messy waves, eyes wide as he looked down at you, and when you made eye contact he cried out, hips stuttering as he came in your mouth. you tried to swallow as much as you could, but some escaped and dripped onto your tits in a milky stream.

“angel,” anakin’s breathing raged as he pulled his spent cock from your mouth and you smiled up at him, body still weak but all you could feel was light, it burned bright within you and extended out like sunlight leaking through the clouds at dawn. “you… i… i have never come so hard in my life than i have with you,” he laughed breathlessly, you echoed the sound as he sank onto you, head pressed against your soiled chest but he didn’t care and neither did you. it was your mess that you had made together, and you loved that thought more than you should.

“same,” you managed to say, exhaustion consuming you as you curl your arms around anakin, relishing in the feeling of his warmth.

“i have no choice now,” anakin said, “you are my fucking girl, i don’t care about what our parents say, this is it for me, i need you,”

“anakin,” you gasped, taken aback by his confession, what was he saying? what did this mean now? how could you ever tell your parents how this sick obsession had bloomed into something more, it was wrong, twisted, and despicable, but you couldn’t ignore what you felt and you knew it was him, he was it for you.

“don’t worry, angel, i’ll work it out,” he murmured against your chest and you nodded, anakin knew what he was doing, or you could only hope he did as he finally came around again and scooped you into his arms to take you to clean up in the bathroom.

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[sithskywalkerr]

don't call it a warning, this is a war.

Summary: After having a nightmare about his wife, Anakin's loyalty to the Jedi starts to waiver. Only does a mission to Geonosis change the fate of the planet when the beloved Hero with No Fear suddenly vanishes. Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano, Padme Amidala, Count Dooku, Palpatine/Sidious, Clones (brief) Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, minor character death Ships: Anidala Word Count: 7,278 words A/N: NO BETA READ WE DIE LIKE MEN LMFAO ILL LOOK AT IT FR LATER BUT I WAS SO EXCITED TO JUST FINALLY FINISH IT!!!! Read here on ao3

Soft winds whispered through the ornate walls and pillars of the palace, and grumbles of thunder rolled in the skies as night lingered for a moment longer. Heavy clouds brought steady rains that filled Padmé’s bedroom with the drops hitting at the balcony and windows. Her figure in the bed only seemed to relax more with the familiar sound of the storm, but her husband’s body was rigid with the nightmare before abruptly waking with the sight of a red blade coming at him from a shadowed figure. His chest burned with anger as he rapidly blinked sleep away when he returned to reality. Looking to Padme briefly, Anakin made sure she was still asleep before sitting up.

Hatred and anger felt scorched in his veins as he carefully got out of the bed, pulling his outer robe on as he moved to quietly exit the bedroom. Slipping into the hallway, tired eyes glanced to make sure no one was around to spot him slipping out — but it was their agreement anyways. It didn’t help the ache as he quietly padded through the halls, breath slow and soft as he let his shoulders relax. Maker, he didn’t know what to make of the crushing dread of the Dark Side, but he was sure it had something to do with his dream… whatever the hell he just dreamed. Usually his visions were vivid, making him wake in horror at the future to come — but this wasn’t as clear as seeing it happen. He had less to go off and it was purely emotion that scored his chest and lungs. Brows were furrowed as he walked, moving to one of the halls that overlooked the lake where he tried to meditate years ago. It had a large covering, and ivy was twirled around the posts as rain pounded against the stone. Deeply inhaling, the sweet, earthy smell slowly brought him back to the present. Still, concern and worry ached within him at the vision, and he let himself sit down on the cold, stone floor. Maybe the Force would bring clarity through meditation.

He wasn’t sure it would, but he still closed his eyes, still forcing himself to begin to meditate. His shoulders and chest were the tensest as he focused on relaxing his muscles as he let a slow exhale out. His mind tried to work on seeing what the Force was trying to show him — a red beamed saber meant this was at the hands of the Sith after all. The hate and anger weren’t a stranger to him — not since the loss of Shmi and loss of Ahsoka from her departure of the Order. Bubbles of loneliness boiled in his chest as he envisioned himself above a calm ocean, skies clear and bright. Trying to understand the vision was more difficult than he wanted to admit, and after thirty minutes of struggling, he let his eyes open. He sensed eyes on him and turned, seeing Obi-Wan watching him curiously at the sight of him meditating so early in the morning.

“How long have you been standing there?”

“Not long, though, it’s good if you haven’t noticed. That means you’re improving at meditation,” Obi-Wan soften as he moved closer, offering a hand to the knight. Taking it, Anakin soon stood, back to towering over Obi-Wan as he briefly pursed his lips. “I had a strange vision, but I can only remember a red lightsaber coming towards me.”

Concern came across the Jedi Master’s face as he got beside Anakin,” have you spoken with Master Yoda about it?”

“No, I’ve just been trying to meditate to get more information from it, but nothing is helping,” irritation coated his voice as blue eyes moved out to the scenery in front of them of the rich green fields with the falls behind it.

Obi-Wan softened as he let his eyes wander ahead,” I know you normally have more detail in your visions. Perhaps what you’ve seen isn’t set in stone, but more of a possibility. Though, if you’re seeing a red blade, then that means we do have a dark side user against us — no doubt a Sith with how the battles have been with the Separatists. Dooku hasn’t exactly kept his ties to Grievous a secret.”

A soft scoff from Anakin came, thinking,” and we know that Grievous was the unofficial apprentice of Dooku.”

“So, who is Dooku the apprentice to, or was? There is a possibility he took Grievous as his apprentice to help with his own Master’s plans after killing his Master.”

Nodding, Anakin knew that there were two possibilities of who the Master now could be. Though, he found it hard to believe that Dooku’s Master was already dead. “I felt the dark side strong within the dream, I remember that as well.”

“You should go to Yoda and tell him of this, Anakin. It might be more important than we know.” Softly sighing, he nodded, looking to him,” I know… but I don’t have a good feeling about this, Master.”

“Nor do I,” he softly said, heading back into the hall of the palace.

Anakin watched him vanish within, looking back out with a slow sigh as he moved in after him to locate Yoda. After he had to ask around, eventually he found the Jedi meditating on another balcony closer to the falls. Glancing around, Anakin ensured they were relatively alone as he joined the older man, careful as he let a finger move to poke at him.

Yoda’s eyes opened before he could, looking up to Anakin before motioning him to sit. “Sensed you, I did. Troubled you are.” Anakin let out a soft sigh, eyebrows briefly raising as he signed back,” vision, I had.” He then did his best to explain it to Yoda, having to finger spell a few signs he didn’t know. “Bad feeling, I have. Nothing clear.” Yoda’s throat let out an amused sound as he replied,” The Force, a mysterious teacher… Worrying this is.” A nod came from the knight as the sun warmed his back and hair, letting his cheek rest against his palm as his arm rested against his knee.

Nothing was too simple, now, was it?

Looking back to Yoda, the smaller watched him curiously though his face didn’t show it, head tilting quizzically. Anakin pursed his lips a moment, brows furrowing as he signed. “Obi-Wan and I think Sith.” A grim nod came from Yoda as he looked out, his own dark brows furrowing in thought as winds brushed through his robes and peppered hair. Weathered eyes moved back to Anakin,” careful we go. Now uncertain times we live.”

Anakin still didn’t like the cautious waiting, it wasn’t enough. They needed to take action to help protect Naboo and Alderaan since they were the only places still safe from the virus and the Separatists. His eyes look over the familiar landscape, scanning over the familiar green hills before looking to Yoda with a nod signing, he needed to eat. Which he did, he had been up for hours and hadn’t even stepped into the kitchen once. Yoda accepted the change of subject, nodding as he stood with the knight to head back inside.

Nothing was too quiet anymore with the fight against the Separatists, and word came that here was something happening on Geonosis — enough to cause immediate investigation as Anakin and Obi-Wan prepared for another departure. Anakin glanced to him as he replenished some necessities in his belt,” think it’s Dooku?”

“I always assume it’s Dooku at this point,” he said simply, glancing to his former padawan then. “I don’t know what he thinks he can gain from this, but he won’t be rewarded the way that he’s been told. We must be careful as we look over the region.”

“If there is a lab making the virus, are we going to destroy it?”

“No,” Obi-Wan glanced to him,” that could ruin any cure they could have. Fully developed or not.”

“What if they don’t have one?” Glancing over to him, Anakin wasn’t sure that the Council knew what they truly wanted to do with the factory in their hands. Too many directions that it could go in, and not enough karking answers.

“We can at least gather any data at the compound,” Obi-Wan assured, looking over to Anakin a moment. “You’re more worked up about this than normal. Was it because of the nightmare?”

“We have more questions than answers, and I believe that we should be able to have something by now to go off. Something useful.” He tried to brush it off, ignore the implications of his nightmare.

“We do, Anakin. This compound is something… we need to assess it before deciding on what to do with it. The Council wants to be cautious with their approach to avoid more casualties.”

It still was not enough, not enough for Padmé’s safety, not enough for his child’s. The council seemed to never do enough now. Trying to save those possible while also fighting what they could of the Separatists all while trying to hang in the delicate balance of the world with the Diseased. As if a war wasn’t enough. Taking a slow breath, he glanced to Obi-Wan,” so, they want us to mostly scout it?”

“Yes, that is the plan. See what information we can retrieve while we’re in there.” Blue-gray eyes softened at the knight as Anakin thought a moment,” what about the Natives? We didn’t have a good time the last time we had gone to Geonosis. I’m sure there is still the strong chance that the locals still have their alliance with Dooku.”

“We are not going to fight, not ever mission needs to end in blazes of glory… but we have to be wary.” Even Obi-Wan knew that the war and the ongoing fight against the virus had made the Jedi force themselves to abandon some of their morals for the sake of the higher good. Was it truly more worth it for the cost of a handful of lives of those evil for the sake of the planet? Obi-Wan tried to reassure himself at night that it was crucial, a necessary step towards the peace they had before.

Still, what worried him the most was how much Anakin seemed unbothered by it. He had seen very few kills that his former padawan had dealt out, and it ached deep within his chest, the worry burying deep. Now that he seemed more secretive, the worry only grew.

Anakin made another pass over his utility belt to ensure that it was properly fixed, looking up as he heard the doors open. Ahsoka came through, exhaling softly as she gave a weary smile to them. “Ready for departure?”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan answered, smiling softly at her,” it’s been a while since we’ve seen you, Ahsoka.”

“It has been,” she said simply as she nodded to him, her hair in her usual braids still without the padawan beads. Looking up to Anakin, he gave a weakened smile to her,” good to see you again, Snips. We’ll need your help on this excursion. Maker only knows what messed up things are happening on Geonosis.”

With the reunion, there was new hesitation it seemed from Ahsoka, not with the things she had seen when she was on her own for two months near Buthawui battling the Diseased and Separatists. Unfortunately, she had her own personal encounter with Dooku who took the opportunity to show the younger Jedi the cracks within the Council. It only seemed the more time had passed, Ahsoka had noticed more.

“I doubt that Geonosis is in any better state than Buthawui was. I will say, the Count is getting bolder with his decisions,” Ahsoka said as she moved to the map,” I have no doubt that he could have heard we could be approaching Geonosis. He seems to be a couple steps of head which makes me wary. Something else is happening too — more than the war, more than the virus.”

Obi-Wan’s attention was caught, looking over to her as he paused the final preparations,” why do you say that Ahsoka?”

Pausing a moment, her eyes bounced between them a moment while slowly exhaling. “The Diseased we have been able to house… they’re not being treated right. They’re housed in inhumane conditions and barely fed, Master. It’s not in the best interest of them.”

Anakin had heard whispers of it, wondering how they were able to keep up with the high demand of those being saved. There was always the hope that a cure could be found to help bring back the loved ones lost since the population was being so heavily impacted by the virus. Looking between them, he saw the glimmer of worry on Obi-Wan’s features.

“Where have you heard that?”

“I’ve seen it, Obi-Wan. Some of the compounds are hidden in Rodia.” She softly murmured; eyes downcast as an ache reverberated through her chest. “When I was pursuing Dooku three weeks ago, I stumbled across it.”

Brows furrowed as Anakin watched Ahsoka as she glanced between them, sensing the guilt that wanted to claw at her chest and lungs. His eyes shifted to Obi-Wan as he thought over it for a moment. “I will discuss it with the remaining council members.”

Trying to place trust in that decision, Anakin nodded as he absently crossed his arms. “Until then, we focus on getting to Geonosis first and figure out where to go from there.”

The transport was silent on the way to the factory, unsure of what was about to transpire as Anakin absently watched the passing canyons. Even with the meeting with Yoda, the fear for Padmé started to resurface in his thoughts as he watched out the window as the comms blared with the announcement for landing. Bracing himself, he pushed the thought away to focus on the reality before them. Ahsoka was able to sense the unease in the Force before it was brushed away, squaring her shoulders as gloved hands briefly held onto her seatbelt as they hit a less than graceful landing on top of a canyon.

Obi-Wan let out a small grunt at the force from the landing, exhaling slowly,” remember we must stick close to another. We don’t know if the Diseased are running around. Try to keep casualties low in hope that we can find a cure.”

Ahsoka nodded as she unhooked herself, standing up,” what are we going to do if there isn’t anything?”

“Then we begin to set up bombs to destroy it after we salvage what we can,” Anakin said simply, getting out to look around with a brief grimace at the familiar canyons. Boots scrape on the sand covered canyon top as the trio moved to peek down at the hidden factory as thick black smoke came from the chimney. Ahsoka’s nose crinkled at the familiar, rotting smell of infected flesh being burned, hand moving to cover her nose. “Glad to see it’s in working order.”

Obi-Wan got out mini respirators out, nodding as he handed one to each of them,” and it will only be worse when we go in… also better to keep the air we breathe filtered.”

She grabbed it with a nod, carefully getting it fitted over her face as Anakin popped his on. Her blue and white twists were compressed by the band, tugging on some of her hair as she made a low noise before adjusting it. Clicking it on, soft whirrs escaped the mask as Obi-Wan pulled on one of his own, slowly sighing,” don’t suppose we should walk through the front door?”

“There should be a back entrance and a side one,” Anakin clicked his mask on, looking over to him,” the side is used for shipments, back should lead into the canon’s tunnels.”

“We can try the back, use the canon as cover,” Obi-Wan moved back from the edge to survey the area, pointing at a ridge,” we can set up a line there to get across.”

“Hopefully it won’t snap on me this time,” Anakin glanced over to him, grinning beneath the mask as he followed them.

Ahsoka glanced back to him with wide eyes momentarily,” one broke on you?”

“Yeah, I was almost at the end too and it sent me nearly into a group of the infected.”

“You lived to tell the tale,” Obi-Wan said while he began to set the line, firing it across before getting the stake set in the ground. Anakin rolled his eyes absently,” yeah, I did.”

Getting across the canon seemed to be the easiest part of the mission, getting down to the bottom level to sneak behind crates of the loading area. Peeking over, the three of them watched as they observed the seemingly empty area. Crouching down behind the crates, Anakin looked between Obi-Wan and Ahsoka,” looks empty at least with the loading dock… I’ll get the door open and signal back.”

“If you insist,” Obi-Wan’s eyes moved to peer at the doors and area, but the uncertainty of inside the factory is what made him worried. If the defenses outside were so lax, he could only imagine it was for a good reason. “Be careful, Anakin.”

“I am careful,” he said as he hopped over the crates, darting to the doors to hide in the loading area before making his way to the door. He got a makeshift scoop link out, shoving it into the door’s port before turning it on to begin unlocking it. His eyes shifted around the area, adrenaline burning in his veins already as he heard the familiar click before the doors opened. Obi-Wan and Ahsoka soon joined him inside, cautious as they were still met with emptiness in the factory’s loading area, carts and mechanical pieces strewn and ready for transportation where needed.

Anakin glanced between awaiting empty carts and crates, brows slowly furrowing again. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

Walking beside him, Ahsoka nodded, already on edge as she motioned to the main door into the factory but as they furthered themselves into the building, they were only met with continued emptiness. Even the machinery was off as a haunting silence lingered heavy in the air. Obi-Wan paused as he felt a shift in the Force, Anakin and Ahsoka turning not long after as they glanced to each other. They got their lightsabers at the ready but kept moving to locate the main servers for the factory’s data system. The walls were vacant of any signs to aid in navigation, leaving the metal labyrinth to the three as Ahsoka paused a moment.

Her eyes slowly lifted as Anakin paused to look back to her, letting his eyes lift as he felt as though they were being watched… if not hunted. There was a creak of metal above them that caused Obi-Wan to pause while his eyes scanned along the edges of the complex stair system. His voice was soft, even as he slowly backed closer to Anakin and Ahsoka,” seems we fell for a trap.”

“I agree,” Anakin’s eyes adjusted to the dark above them to see the extension of gnarled metal twisted and bent. Then he saw the eyes and froze as his body felt cold as he lowered his voice,” we’re being hunted.”

Ahsoka then noticed as her eyes adjusted, voice low,” why haven’t they attacked?” The dread in her chest returned, eyes briefly moving to him as he let out a slow exhale.

“They could be holding more intelligence than the last wave… waiting for the window of opportunity.”

Obi-Wan nodded, speaking just as quiet,” or they haven’t been given orders to attack yet… we need to leave.”

Anakin wouldn’t argue with that, not when this factory was unfamiliar to them, and he nearly groaned in frustration as he could virtually hear 3PO. The odds of survival are a million to one. At least on this mission they didn’t have to hear it. “Okay, slowly, we’re going to just head back,” he started to slowly make his way back to the receiving door only for a shadow to suddenly drop behind him.

The assault began, the infected suddenly darting from their position to block their path outside as Anakin pulled Ahsoka back behind himself. The trio made their way further into the labyrinth, trying to find their way out, or at least to the tunnels. Igniting his saber, Anakin avoided the grasp of another as he glanced back to Obi-Wan. “New plan?”

“We might be able to loop back around to the dock,” he avoids snapping teeth as his eyes momentarily widened. Pushing them further in the swarm of Diseased began to follow, Anakin deflecting attacks as he followed Obi-Wan. As they fought, Ahsoka soon found herself being separated from them while Anakin struggled against a few of the infected. Obi-Wan had made his way along the side, pausing when he realized they were separated. Maker, it can never be something simple and easy.

Anakin tried to cut his way through back to Obi-Wan, but abruptly stopped when one dropped in front of him. Starting to back up again, he held the saber in front of him instinctively but when the infected only tilted his head at the motion, his brows deeply furrowed. Oh, that was different. Too different as he stayed alert as the bright green eyes of the infected slowly looked over him, low chitters escaping from its throat. That didn’t sound good. He slightly flinched at a clang behind him, eyes moving briefly to see another had noticed he was separated.

Ahsoka made her way towards the back, knowing she could still hopefully navigate her way out to the speeder as she focused on getting herself out. Anakin and Obi-Wan could take care of themselves — they’ve proven that before over and over. Still, there was the occasional mission where she had to save them. She tried to keep her attacks as minimal as possible against the Diseased, finally finding the door to lead her into the dark canons. Shutting the door behind herself, she exhaled softly as she pressed against it a moment to try to communicate to Obi-Wan and Anakin. “I’ve escaped into the tunnels.”

Obi-Wan was able to hear her transmission, relief washing over him a moment. “Be careful, there could be more out there. I’m about to leave through the dock.”

Anakin warily watched the two Diseased as they seemed to communicate with each other before the focus was back onto him when they came to an agreement. Now if they could kill him, they could finally eat. Not good. He straightened when their attention went back to him, watching him with sharp eyes as he slowly exhaled. Minimal damage wasn’t going to be possible anymore. He waited for the smaller to lunge forwards, using the Force to push it back before he began to climb up to get on a higher level in hopes of clearing the lower one out. He heard the communication from Obi-Wan, brows furrowing as he tried to make sense of it before avoiding being grabbed by the more imposing of the two. Glancing down, he continued his way up, grabbing onto a chain before swinging into the main area to avoid another one as the others began to swarm the area again after catching onto his scent.

He held onto the chain with one hand, making a soft sound as he used his saber to cut one in half mid jump at him. Huffing out curses, he tried to make his way down only to stop to see a few had begun to climb up the chain. Clipping his saber onto his belt after turning it off, he began to climb up, eyes searching the dark metal to see where it was attached to. Thank Maker it was a beam, but he froze when he saw eyes peering at him again, seeming to glow in the darkness before a low hiss escaped. How many have been made? He swung the chain to land on a platform, running along the path before using the Force to clear a path. Eventually they started to catch up to him, one grabbing his ankle and pulling him down as he swore. Grabbing his saber, he reignited it to swing, cutting the arm off to earn a snarl from the infected. He looked closer, noticing the whites of the eyes were black as he backed away to get back up to his feet. Another swing of the blade removed the head as he started to only get further overwhelmed by the Diseased. Fear pricked along his back and nerves as his eyes widen as he was pressed against the wall while one bore its sharp teeth to him. The canines were longer, vampiric as his hand darted to the throat to prevent himself from being bitten. He plunged his saber through the torso, shoving the body away as only more continued closer.

Using her saber as a light, Ahsoka slowly navigated through the tunnels to try to find a way back to the surface. Then she could have clearer communication… hopefully. She paused as she heard heavy metal moving, slowly turning to see the tunnel suddenly overrun by the infected. Her eyes widened as she started to run, begging the Force to guide her to safety. Glancing back, she could see they seemed faster than the previous wave, softly swearing to herself as she made a sharp right suddenly. The familiar instinctive tug was there, but she grew wary as she sensed a sharp coldness sting in the Force. She reached out, searching for Obi-Wan and Anakin’s familiar signatures as she started to climb along the rock, using her saber to help steady her. Sensing Obi-Wan’s, she only grew more worried when she couldn’t sense Anakin’s. Maker, keep him safe.

Struggling to find a break from the group that only seemed to grow, Anakin didn’t register when a bite was sunken into his arm until his breath started to become too uneven. His motions slowed to a stop as his feet dragged along the metal scaffolding beneath him as the virus overtook his body. The white of his eyes darkened to black, the blue lingering as he emitted a low growl before plunging his saber into the throat of the infected holding onto his arm. Once freed, he turned it off as hunger began to gnaw at his belly. Turning off the saber, his nose twitched at a familiar scent. Something earthy, but now sweeter. Moving on his own, he began to make his way through the Diseased who were now uninterested in him now that he was like them.

Dooku watched from security room, gaze following Anakin as he dropped further down in the factory before moving to call his Master. This surely would please him to have another Jedi fallen — in Dooku’s opinion perhaps one of the most important ones to destroy. The familiar hooded figure appeared on the holo, masking his annoyance with Dooku at sensing the loss of Anakin in the Force. “Yes, my apprentice?”

“It seems that young Skywalker has succumbed to the virus. He won’t be any trouble to us now.”

“Ah. How unfortunate. Ensure he isn’t harmed and prepare for my arrival.”

Giving a bow of his head, Dooku ended the call, making his way to exit before freezing at seeing Anakin’s form taking up the doorway. Unclipping his saber, Dooku ignited the red blade, watching as an inhuman growl erupted while Anakin made his way forwards. Dooku used his blade to ward him away, noting how significantly faster he was compared to the other infected.

Ahsoka had made her way to the surface, darting her way across the sand towards the speeder as Obi-Wan noticed her. She hopped in as he drove by, breath heavy as she glanced around. “Where’s Anakin?”

“I don’t know, he hasn’t returned communication or come out of the factory. The longer we stay the more the infected will make their way out to find us. We can’t stay, Ahsoka. Not just the two of us.” It pained him to even think about leaving him behind, but he had felt the shift in the Force as well. He didn’t want to admit it to himself that Anakin was either infected or dead, but that was a reality they would have to face when they had more with them to further investigate.

Her lips pursed before she closed her eyes, settling in her chair,” I don’t sense him anymore.”

“… I know. We need more people with us before we can investigate it. I don’t want to wait either, but we can’t risk ourselves.”

He was right. She knew he was right. With only Windu and Yoda as the other Jedi alive, they needed to wait for the assistance from the clones before they could even try to reenter the factory. She wasn’t even sure they would win the war anymore either with how the resources seemed to shrivel up.

The war certainly wouldn’t last any longer, not with Palpatine’s plan as he made his way to the factory. Of course, the war was engineered by himself to bring tensions only further and to break the Order more. Inhumane conditions for those saved, having to step away from the Jedi Code, and patiently grooming Anakin had all been carefully planned. Until now. With the easy genetic manipulation, he hoped that he could make Anakin more advanced than the most recent experiments run… but that was to be determined upon seeing Anakin. He hoped that his state wasn’t too irreparable — it would be a waste of him.

Anakin’s gaze was fixed on Dooku, and one could say by the grace of the Force he was able to stay more conscious than the others as he recognized the Sith. “You did this,” he growled out as he ignited his lightsaber again. Dooku’s eyes widened at the realization, using his blade to deflect a heavy hit from Anakin as he moved closer.

“You did this to yourself.”

He bared his teeth at him, eyes flashing he landed a powerful hit to cause the Count to stumble back. Anakin made his way closer, squaring his shoulders as his eyes stayed locked on him. Dooku attempted to make an escape before gloved fingers grasped onto his cloak to slam him against the wall as a choked sound came out. Fear was clear in his eyes before a swift swipe of blue caused his head to roll to the floor as Anakin let the body drop.

He knew who it was, and he was at least aware of what had happened in the factory, but the hunger was driving him far more than the memories. He had already been eating so irregularly from the war, often favoring sleep instead of a meal that being infected didn’t help him forget as he started to move fabric out of the way to expose the belly of the body to tear the flesh apart. Shoveling the warm meat into his mouth, the sweetness exploded on his tongue that he had smelled earlier. While devouring the body, his thoughts still felt rough, choppy. Sluggish even. His head snapped up when he heard metal creaking, blood dripping down his chin as more of the infected came attracted by the smell. Not that they ever made it within five feet of the body.

Sidious made his way through the compound after it was purged from the diseased by droids, slowly following as one led to the security room. “We found this.” Sidious looked into the room, hands folded in front of him neatly as he saw what flesh and bone remained of his apprentice, humming thoughtfully before his eyes slowly followed the blood trail to Anakin blacked out in the corner. Bodies of the infected that dared to get too close littered the floor as the heat only made the bloated bodies decompose faster. “Get him ready for the transportation to Mustafar… modifications must be made in the med bay.” The droid nodded, moving to get Anakin ready for transportation as the Sith Lord made his way closer cautiously. Crouching down, he could sense that he was barely noticeable in the Force, brows briefly furrowing in curiosity. Well, he certainly would be interesting to study.

As Obi-Wan and Ahsoka returned to Naboo, they were soon met with Padmé as she looked between them confused at the absence of Anakin. Obi-Wan exhaled softly, voice soft,” I need to see Yoda and Windu; do you know where they are?”

“Where’s Anakin…?” She softly asked, looking between them as her brows furrow.

Ahsoka spoke instead, moving closer to her,” we got separated from him. We need to meet with Yoda and Windu to figure out what to do.” Gently holding onto her arm, Padmé couldn’t hide the fear that came to her features as she looked past them. Maker, keep him safe.

Obi-Wan moved closer to them,” let’s go inside. We need to decide what to do.” And confront the obvious.

When they had gathered everyone, Obi-Wan gave a report of what they had encountered, head absently shaking. “When we were broken apart, I don’t know where he went or what happened… but something did happen. I can’t sense him within the Force.”

Windu slowly exhales, lips pursing a moment as he nodded,” I sensed a shift while you were gone. I feared we lost all of you.” Padmé lingered near the doors, and Obi-Wan could sense her there, sighing softly as he settled back in his seat. “Padmé, come in.”

Yoda looked to the doors as one opened, and she slowly came in, movements slower as they took in her worry. Windu’s gaze glanced over the bump beneath her robes, unable to hide it at five months while she came to sit at the table. Obi-Wan spoke softly,” we’ll find him, Padmé. Hopefully, by then we can have a cure… it’s his, isn’t it?” He asked as he let his gaze briefly drop to her robes as she only looked down at the table with a slow nod.

She took a slow breath as she closed her eyes, shoulders falling as she gave a weak laugh. “He was so excited.” Shaking her head softly, she tried ignoring the familiar sting in the corner of her eyes as her throat felt tight. “Please, try to find him.”

Yoda and Windu looked to each other than somberly as Obi-Wan let out a soft breath,” I’m so sorry.”

Mustafar was sweltering, the lava rivers snaking through its landscape as Palpatine arrived with Anakin taken to the medical bay of the facility. The concentration of the Dark Side had helped craft the virus, and the once ash forest lain region seemed nearly barren with the destruction caused by the Diseased. Following into the compound, he kept his hood up as he followed along the droids as one drew a blood sample from the blacked-out Jedi. While him becoming infected wasn’t in the original plan, perhaps it could be useful.

Looking to the lead droid as they entered an operating room, Palpatine made his way closer,” ensure he is in good health before proceeding with enhancements. I want him better than the previous strains — give him an inhibitor chip to control his hunger. Keep his consciousness intact.”

The droid listened while the demands were dealt, used to it by now with a nod,” the patient will be in full health before and after the procedures.” Only a nod was given in return as the Sith moved beside the Jedi, humming softly at the weakened signature. Had the virus incapacitated his Force abilities? That would be a question for later, perhaps his body was only weakened for the moment.

Padmé’s shoulders felt heavy as she lingered at the table when the meeting had been dismissed to send a team to search the area. She put her head in her hand, trying to keep a steady breath as she fought back the tears again. A soft hand on her shoulder made her head lift, looking to see Ahsoka as she gave a soft smile while moving to sit down. “Hey… We’ll find him. Might take a while, but we will. He wouldn’t willingly leave you and the baby. How far are you?”

“Five months,” she murmured softly, letting her gaze fall back down as she let out a soft sigh, closing her eyes. “Who will be going to the factory?”

“Yoda, Obi-Wan, and a group of clones. Windu will be taking some clones on a trail of something as well.”

Nodding, Padmé let out a soft sigh,” and I’m sure you’re to stay here with me?”

“Yes. I am, but I wanted to. Until Obi-Wan returns, we can do something you want to do.”

“I don’t think I could focus on anything else even if I wanted to.” Shaking her head softly, she looked over to Ahsoka. “I just want him home again.”

Waking abruptly as his skull was slowly carved open, Anakin’s heart monitor shot up as the droid stopped and pulled back. His eyes darted around the metal flooring in front of him as he was on his belly, brows furrowing as he tried to understand what was happening.

“Ah, you are finally awake. BN-93, alert Lord Sidious.” Another beep echoed out as Anakin tried to move but found his right mechanical arm had been removed and his physical body couldn’t move no matter how much he tried. The droid moved back to hold his head in place as the tool started back up,” You will not be able to move until permitted.” His eyes widened as he felt the sharp pain again from the saw, letting out inhuman growls as Palpatine made his way in. His hood covered his features again, moving closer to stand near Anakin. A hand gently moved to rest on his shoulder, giving a soft, reassuring pat.

“Be still, my friend. This is to help you with your hunger. If you want to be near your wife, you need to be able to stop yourself from feeding off her or the baby.” He wasn’t going to see them again; it was one lie after another as Anakin’s mind stilled at the mention of Padmé. The droid removed the piece of his skull to expose the fleshy ridges beneath, humming absently as it removed the organic covered chip from the small dish before implanting it. A yelp escaped as metal prongs dug into his brain, his skull was set back and sealed after the droid hit a switch. Getting the skin back over the wound, the droid flipped the switch again to regenerate a fresh pink scar along the seam.

Palpatine watched as the skin was closed and prodded at to check the skin. “It is healed over.” The droid looked to Palpatine then,” but enhancements and chip procedures have been completed. He is better than the last viral strain and should produce similar results in those who he infects.”

“Make him non transmissible. He does not need to be spreading the virus.”

The droid moved to the table strewn with various supplies, grabbing a syringe from it with teal liquid. “We anticipated that and prepared the needed solution. He will not be able to infect others,” the droid came back to him, rubbing his shoulder with alcohol before injecting the mixture. “It will take forty-eight hours to be fully effective.”

“Very well. Let him sit up.”

The restraints on him were cleared up after the droid absently hit buttons on a console, and Anakin slowly sat up, rolling his shoulder absently. He looked over to Palpatine, voice low,” you’re the Sith Lord.”

“I am, and with the power I can give you, you can help save your wife. I know how worried you are of her, Anakin. It’s admirable.” He came closer with the first layer of the robes in hand, offering it to him. Cautiously taking it, Anakin pulled it on slowly and carefully as he glanced over to him,” what power?”

“The power to defy death itself. You’ll be able to protect her or bring her back if needed.”

“Is that what the virus is?”

“No, the virus is something else. Mostly my own experiments. Through the Dark Side you can achieve a power greater than this. You can prevent your vision from becoming true… but you must remember, my boy, they abandoned you on Geonosis.”

“They… did?” He tried to remember, but he couldn’t as he stood up, glancing over to him. He didn’t know if he was lying, but he couldn’t risk taking the loss if he wasn’t. Not when he couldn’t live without Padmé.

“They did,” Palpatine held his hands behind his own back as he moved to the window to oversee the compound. “With the Jedi holding the Diseased and selling them off when there is a bounty, I doubt that they would treat you with warmth and love. I fear they might try to send you back to Tatooine.”

Pausing, Anakin looked over to him,” Tatooine?”

Looking back to him, Palpatine nodded,” yes. They already fear you and your abilities. You’ve told me yourself that they hold your potential back. Knowing that you’ve become infected, they will not let you see the sunlight again. It would be a smear on the reputation of the Jedi. If you study under me, then I will make sure you’re never held back. Your abilities will flourish with the Dark Side, Anakin. You will become much more powerful than you can with them.”

The risk was too much. He couldn’t lose her, and he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he had a way to save her but didn’t. Letting his eyes return to Palpatine, he nodded. “I will study under you. I will learn the ways of the Sith.”

Moving to grab the cybernetic from its resting place, he moved to help him reattach it. Anakin was still wary, but the aid had to mean something good. “Good. Then you will be known as Darth Vader.” He didn’t care for Anakin’s well-being — he never truly did. He just wanted to use his power for his own design.

When the arm got back online, he moved the fingers absently before readjusting his first layer of his robes. After finishing his dressing, he followed behind Palpatine as he walked out of the med bay. “I’ve sensed something approaching in the Force. I doubt that we will be alone for much longer.”

Looking out at the loading dock, Anakin recognized Windu’s ship as he soon exited. He tried to make sense of it, his mind still a bit foggy from being infected as he glanced to Palpatine who seemed to frown at the arrival. “He’s come to take you, I presume.”

Obi-Wan was in the passenger side as Cody piloted Yoda and the clones towards the factory, pausing as he heard garbled communications starting to come through. His brows furrowed as he glanced to Yoda, listening to the broken words from Windu.

“Anakin…. Mustafar…. Sith…” The last audio from it was a horrified scream before it cut off, and Obi-Wan looked to Yoda as another shift in the Force rippled through. “Cody, set us back on course to Naboo immediately.”

“Right away, sir.”

[prowlingthunder]

WIP Title Game

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPS*.

Got tagged by @ann-i-inthestars

*yeah okay that’s not happening.

A Child of Blood

Birds of a Feather

Wolfthreat

Denguards

Witcher!Buffy

Red

[sybil and athena]

A Mother’s Love

Harry Potter and the Light of the Moon

Minor Troubles

Roses in Stained Glass

The Ripple Effect

Des and Noct swap places

Dragon’s Breath

[Eddie Finch]

[Jake Finch]

[Hobbit/RW]

[Killing Stalking/Fallout3]

[RW/PJO]

In a God’s Bedroom

[ST/RW]

Brothers And Sisters

[Thor/RW]

[WTNC/Arcana]

Foxkits

[CSI NY Lupercalia]

[Dark Matter sequel to Pack and Pups]

Hell Hath No Fury

The Devil’s Luck

Highschool

[Sil/F8]

(Best Laid Plans)

Outsider

The GOAT

Big Town Blues

Radstorm

Line-dried Laundry

(Porns Start Like This)

[Inside Pandora’s Box]

[Pandora’s Divide]

Russian Roulette

[Silquinn scarmarks soulmate kidfic]

Snow Angels

Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy

Winter Animals

All The Things I Didn’t Say

[silquinn daemonfic]

Justice for All scriptflip

Witcher!River

Ascendent Ab Infernis

to abstain from doing harm

A General Gift

Nicias/Nicola/Caleb

Triplets!verse

Cathedral of You fanfic

Dawnfire

Prompto/Cor

Galahdian!Noctis

Galahdian!Prompto

Galahdian!Gladio

Galadian!Ignis

The Feral Coeurl of Galahd

Cor/Ariel Sealion dress fic

[legion beaucoup] sequal

Terrible Things

Papa!Nyx

Vampire!Shields

[modern ardyn/ravus au]

herbwitch!Ignis

Cor/Ariel Sealion dance fic

[transplant fics]

Vipers Victim

Caleb first heat in insomnia

give a brother wings

snowchild

Clonebaby genderbender au

Zag/Achilles/Pat afterbattle comfort

Charon/Hermes/Zag

Wolflords

Caran Dagra

Starlight, Starbright

Blood and Water

Black Cats and Broken Mirrors

Step Two

[Bioshock ABO]

[Heron/Seraphim fix-it]

(This is what it’s like)

(wolf fur and dragon teeth)

All The Little Children

Puppy At Heart

Batman/Hawkgirl

Brad Wayne

[Genji Lives]

[Yuuma Op]

Nest of Vipers

[Stanfic]

[Genji Lives Path]

[McHanzo Timetravel Shenanigans]

Taijo Aitai fanfic

Quadrature

Kagome, Kagome

Coal Dust

Blood and Ashes

The Chosen Ones

What Happened To Gavin

[RPF: PT meets lR]

Jedi!Shmi

Mirshko/Cody

Snowdrops

Son of Sands

Wolves

[Jeeri Stormwitch thing]

Supernova

Revan+Wolves

Monsters in the Dark

A Pocket Ful of Sand

[tcw/ep7 timetravel]

Sempiternal Energy

The Prophecy

Impulse

Matchstick/Hell

Abo gullet fic

Impulse/Selhat

broke down my walls because of you

so I'm just a dead man crawling

Safe sex

Shmijango slave au

Everybody wingfic

[SamJack]

[cohabitation fic]

Bad Plan

Marching Band

What Big Sisters Are For

Homecoming

[Arrow/RW Multiverse]

[Papa!Cye]

Empty Letters for the Yiling Patriarch

Little shadows far reaching

[keith and marie]

witchwolves

[Human!geralt]

[illprotectyou-always]

“Yes of course- her bedroom is back this way,” he moves over and gently scoops Shmi up, heading for the bedroom back the hall.

I move to sit on the couch again, reaching out for Ben’s hand and pulling him closer, “what happened?” I whisper as Anakin heads out of the room.

[vivalavili]

Vader hesitantly approaches you at the end of the week, having visited with his mom before returning home to cook.

He knocks on your bedroom door, holding a hot bowl of stew he just made as well as some cookies from Shmi. "Lili?" he asks softly. "Please- I made food. Please come eat with me."

“Not hungry.” I say loud enough so that he can hear.

[kcrabb88]

I can't work on this fic properly for a bit, but my QuinObi AIDS Crisis AU is definitely bubbling on my mental backburner stove (the thought is that Obi-Wan finds out he has HIV in the late 80s, progresses to AIDS in the early 90s, but manages to survive until 95 when the post AZT drugs that were much better came out and life expectancy improved greatly). Anyway, this idea popped into my head on my walk home yesterday and I'm too impatient not to share:

"I'm really sorry for bothering you," Shmi says as Obi-Wan shows them inside. "You know how it goes. Unless it's a plumbing emergency, it's always you have to wait until morning, and it's cold out. The thermostat's been finicky for a bit."

"No, of course." Obi-Wan wasn't ready for guests in his blue turtleneck sweater with the hole in the sleeve and his gray sweats, but letting Shmi and Anakin sleep in a cold apartment is out of the question. "Anytime you need it we're here." 

"Hey, you two," Quin calls out from his place at their tiny eating table where he's composing some lyrics idly on paper. "Cold, huh?" 

Anakin, bundled up in an oversize coat--probably from Goodwill--nods, and his nose, Obi-Wan notes, is a little pink. He'll have to pull out an extra blanket. The apartment is mostly clean if cluttered. One of Obi-Wan's flannel shirts is tossed over Quin's drum set. His half-graded freshman English papers are stacked on the kitchen counter. The coffee pot wasn't cleaned out this morning because they were both too busy. ACT UP pamphlets Obi-Wan helped draft are on the coffee table.

"I think we have some hot chocolate, Ani," Obi-Wan adds with a smile. "That might warm you up?" 

Except Anakin, who almost always answers with excitement--and greets him with a big hug when they meet at the diner for dinner--doesn't reply. He's staring at something with a grin. 

Ah. 

One of Quin's old concert posters hangs on the wall, framed. A red slash cuts through the eyes of a smiling Ronald Reagan.

The Annual Alphabet City Fuck Ronnie Fundraiser for AIDS, it reads. 1987. 

Quin's band had been the headliner that year. Before Obi-Wan's diagnosis. Before them. Well, they'd always been them. Official them. 

"Uh," Quin says, running a hand through his locs and shooting Obi-Wan an apologetic look. "Sorry about that." 

"Not at all," Shmi says with a grin. "Fuck Reagan. Bush too." She looks over at Anakin. "You're not allowed to say fuck yet." 

"Mom," Anakin complains. "I'm eleven." 

"Exactly." Shmi taps the edge of Anakin's nose. "Obi-Wan asked if you wanted hot chocolate but you didn't hear? Do you?" 

"Yes, please!" 

"You can have the bedroom," Obi-Wan says. "The sheets are clean. Quin and I can take the couch. And before you argue, it's a pullout. A nice one my dad bought. Insisted on buying. I should have you meet him one day. I think he'd really appreciate your art, Shmi."

"Obi-Wan," Shmi protests. "You need your rest." 

"I'm all right," Obi-Wan assures her. "That cold I had is gone and I'm feeling good this week." 

He shows them into the bedroom. 

And immediately turns red. 

There's still a box of condoms on his bedside table. Black, purple, and with a rainbow across the top. 

Durex Fiesta: for colorful loving. 

Obi-Wan, wanting to replenish their stock and always looking for the best brands, thought these would also amuse Quinlan. He'd been right. So right, in fact, that Quinlan wanted to test them out that very same night. Hence them being out.

"You are so red right now, Obi-Wan," Anakin says, matter of fact. "It's okay though. I know what condoms are."

In the living room, Quin bursts out laughing.