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One Thing Right
Pairing - Anakin Skywalker x female!Reader
Summary - It's all over. After months of trying to complete your mission, Anakin and Palpatine have got you in their grasp.
Word Count - 1k
Warnings/Notes - Language. Some references to sexual content. This is in the same universe as The Separatist and the Jedi, so if you haven't read that you might want to so it makes a little more sense. :)
This was not where you thought everything was going to end.
To be honest, you hadn’t spent much time thinking about it. All you had been concerned with for so long was making sure that you did everything that your Master had asked of you. It was the least you could do for the man that had pulled you out of obscurity and given you a purpose.
A purpose that seemed like it was going to end here, with the creepy ass Emperor smiling in the background and Anakin Skywalker’s lightsaber against your throat. The tables had turned, that much was for sure. Neither you or your Master had anticipated the Sith Lord to act so quickly, and now you were about to die because of it.
You weren’t going to go down blubbering like a pathetic idiot though. “You know we’ve been in this position before.” You reminded him, biting on your bottom lip. “It was much more fun that time.” You said, casting a glance up and down that body you knew so well.
“How many times do I have to tell you to be quiet before you actually do it?” He hissed, bringing his lightsaber even closer to your skin.
“Just reminiscing, Skywalker.” You replied, trying to ignore the rising panic inside of you as you felt the burn against your neck. “If you’re about to kill me, I should be thinking about the good times, right? Like when you were fu -”
“Enough!” Came the Emperor’s demanding voice, but Anakin’s eyes didn’t leave your face.
His gaze was piercing into yours so harshly you wanted to pull away, but you refused to back down and look away. “You lied to me.” Anakin said, and although he tried to hide it, you saw it. The glimpse of hurt.
It egged you on. “Cheated too.” When his eyes flashed with even more pain, as he took your words the wrong way, you ate it up. “I never really won that game of Sabacc. I had cards up my sleeves.” You told him with a teasing grin.
He didn’t return it. Instead he leaned even closer. “That night. Was that a lie too?”
Abruptly the humor left you. There was no question what night he was talking about. The night he had found you sobbing in the destruction of a fight between the Jedi and Separatists, cradling a little girl’s body in your arms who had reminded you so much of . . . “No,” You replied, not a trace of anything but sincerity in your tone this time. “That was real.”
The tension in the room as Anakin studied your face was so thick you could feel it in every breath that you took. It seemed like minutes had passed before you couldn’t take it anymore.
“If you’re going to kill me, just go ahead and do it already.” You hissed at him, leaning so close to him you felt the slightest burn on your neck from his lightsaber. “If you don’t, your Master will do it anyway.”
His jaw tensed, and his nostrils flared in the same way they always did when you pissed him off, and in the next moment you were lying on the ground, eyes wide and startled as Anakin’s lightsaber deactivated and he turned back to face the Emperor. “She’s useful. It’d be a waste to kill her.”
“She tried to kill me. There’s no room for negotiations here.” the Emperor replied, his voice like nails on a chalkboard to your ears.
“And if I kill her, her Master will simply follow, perhaps at a moment when I’m not here to protect you. If instead I let her take me back to her master, I can cut off -”
“I’ll never give him up -!”
There was no time for you to prepare yourself for the onslaught of lightning that came from his hands, attacking your body in a painful way that had your back arching off the floor and clenching your fists. But your Master had made sure you were prepared for something like this, and you didn’t make a sound, even as sweat poured down your face and your insides felt as if they had been lit with fire.
Then, just as suddenly as it had started, the pain left, and you couldn’t fight the urge to gasp in relief, your hand clutching your chest.
“Can you convince her?” The Emperor asked as if he hadn’t just almost killed you.
“I can be very persuasive.” Anakin said, and even though you couldn’t see his face, you could hear the cockiness in his voice.
You would never do it. You would never betray your Master, even for Anakin. But this time you knew better than to open your mouth and say something about it.
There was silence as the Emperor seemed to think about Anakin’s offer, which was insane to you. Either he grossly overestimated Anakin, or underestimated your Master. Either one would lead to a mistake. “You have one week, and then you’re to meet me on Mustafar.”
“Yes, Master.” Before you could even comprehend what had just happened, Anakin pulled you to your feet and started pulling you out the door, keeping a tight grip on your hands.
“Anakin.” The Emperor’s raspy voice made him freeze in his tracks. “Do not fail me.” He threatened.
He paused for a moment, and then nodded. “Yes, Master,” he repeated, and then began dragging you out the door once more.
Furious at how that situation had transpired, you couldn’t help but goad the man who was now your captor. “I thought you hated being an apprentice? Never appreciated for your talents? Funny how you leave one Master to go to another one who still treats you as if you’re beneath him.” You hissed.
His grip tightened on your wrists to a painful level, but you refused to show any sign of it.
“I’m never going to tell you where my Master is.” You continued, “I would rather die than betray him, so you might as well kill me now and go crawling back on your knees to your wrinkly old Master to beg for -”
You couldn’t help it this time. You let out a gasp as he turned sharply down an empty hall and shoved you roughly against the wall, pressing every inch of his body against yours in such a way it was almost suffocating. “I’m not going to be begging for anything anymore.” He said harshly, his hot breath fanning your cheeks.
A slight smirk fell on your lips as you forced your eyes away from his ice cold ones to travel as far down as he allowed. “Anything? Even my lips around your -”
He moved so fast you didn’t have time to prepare yourself. In seconds he had gripped your hair in his fist and yanked down on it hard, forcing your eyes back up to his. “Drop the mask.” Anakin said, his nose brushing against your own.
His words were so out of nowhere it felt like your brain short circuited. “I - What?” You said, more out of breath than you wanted to be at this moment.
“I know you.” His words had turned steady, sure. “You made a mistake. I’ve seen who you really are beneath everything you try to hide behind.”
You wanted to deny it, and you shook your head, but before you could say anything, you felt the softest pressure of his lips against your own. You eyes closed involuntarily, and you held your breath, waiting for the kiss . . .
But it never came.
“And you will take me to where your Master is,” he whispered against your lips. “Because I know he wants me on his side just as much as the Emperor wants me on his.”
Your eyes flashed open in shock that you were unable to hide from his piercing blue ones. “You don’t know that.” You said quickly.
But Anakin was smirking. “Why else would he have asked you to come after me?”
Even though your heart was still playing catch up, your training was several steps ahead of you, a small smile forming on your lips without even thinking about it. “You sure do think highly of yourself, don’t you golden boy?”
Anakin’s smirk dropped. “Are you going to take me to him or not?”
You glanced up at the ceiling as if deep in thought, and you could practically feel the tension in his body rising as you didn’t speak. Finally, after several seconds, you decided to put him out of his misery. “Fine. As long as I get to drive, and let him know we’re coming.” You said, bringing your gaze to meet his again. “Got to let him know my mission to bring you to him was successful.”
His eyes were like icicles, stabbing directly into your chest. At this moment, there was no doubt in your mind that Anakin Skywalker hated you. In fact, hate probably wasn’t a strong enough word. He loathed you. If the ground opened up right now and swallowed you whole, he wouldn’t lament your death for one moment.
It was good. Better for him to think that your plan was to seduce him the whole time than to know that you’d fallen in love with him.
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AN: Inspired by a prompt from this list. I'm not sure how I feel about this as it didn't turn out the way I wanted but I'm posting it anyway lol. Happy Star Wars Day! May the 4th Be With You 😊
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Your friends set you up with The Perfect Guy™️
Rated: M-ish (very, VERY slight, honestly just rating it this just in case lmao)
Words: 1,218
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader (pretty sure it's GN, please let me know if that's incorrect)
Warnings: References to sex but no overt sexual content, awkwardness, drinking/tipsiness, mentions of past drunkenness, please let me know if I missed anything.
AO3
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“Let us set you up,” they’d said. “It’ll be so fun,” they’d said. “We have the perfect guy for you,” they'd said.
The Perfect Guy. Right.
Just so happens you’ve already dated this particular Perfect Guy.
Well, maybe “dated” wasn’t the right word. “Had a history with,” maybe? Or, more like “shared a bed with”...
It was late last year, after one of many missions in the Outer Rim. You’d been having a drink at the Cantina, drowning your sorrows after the loss of a friend. He’d been doing the same for similar reasons. You’d gotten to chatting, commiserating, slinging back drink after drink, and had soon ended up outside Poe’s quarters sloppily making out against the door. He’d been solid, and warm—and such a good kisser—and Maker, you’d just needed the comfort he was offering. So, you’d slept together. You don’t remember too much, just flashes here and there, but it must’ve been awful because the next morning, he was nowhere to be found. You’d been embarrassed to say the least but thankfully you didn’t really run in the same circles. You’d never told anyone about it and it appeared he hadn’t either, so you’d just tried to forget about it.
“Poe,” you say, voice shaking slightly. “Long time no see.”
He has the decency to look at least a little uncomfortable, which gives you some hope that he’s not a complete nerf herder.
“About that–”
You cut him off with a hand, shaking your head. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”
He pauses, lips still parted. He nods after a moment, briefly averting his gaze.
An awkward silence falls between you before he breaks it with a question. “Still drink spice rum?”
Your eyes widen a little in surprise—he remembered your preferred drink? “Oh, um, yes.”
He smiles gesturing toward the bar. “Can I get you one?”
After a moment’s hesitation, you nod. So, this date was still on then?
He returns and hands you the glass of rum, just the smell of it putting you a little more at ease. “Thanks.”
Silence falls between you again, but it’s less awkward somehow.
“How’s BB-8?” you ask, gingerly sipping on your drink.
Poe’s eyes light up at the mention of his droid and it kind of warms your heart a little. “He’s good, thanks. Just got back from a mission in the Mid Rim so he’s getting cleaned up by the techs at the moment.”
You nod, trying to make yourself relax a little. “So the mission was successful then? I know you can’t go into details but…”
He nods enthusiastically, his mouth otherwise occupied with his Jet Juice. “Yes, definitely successful.”
“Good,” you reply, wetting your lips.
Poe’s gaze briefly drops to your mouth and your skin heats. You swallow hard, the memory of what kissing him felt like popping into your mind unbidden.
Kriffing hell, you had to get out of here.
But you don’t, instead choosing to torture yourself with more awkward conversation. You talk about a lot of things, but none of it feels natural. Not even after four spice rums. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he offers you an out, explaining that he has an early call tomorrow. Relieved, you jump to your feet, swaying a little, your head spinning a little. Maker, maybe four spice rums was too many on an empty stomach…
You feel Poe’s hands on your shoulders as he tries to help steady you, a concerned look on his face.
“You okay?”
You chuckle, slightly embarrassed. “I think I just…stood up too fast.”
He looks unconvinced but doesn’t try to stop you as you move to walk away from the table you’d been sitting at, your legs feeling like jelly.
“Hey, um, maybe I should walk you back?” he offers, eyebrows raising hopefully.
You shake your head, then immediately regret it, the quick movement making the room spin.
“Okay,” you hear Poe say, his warm, strong hands steadying you once more. “I’ve got you, it’s alright.”
He threads your arm through his, his voice soft as he directs you to wrap your fingers around his forearm for more balance. It gets better the longer you walk, your feet less clumsy, the room less…spinny. You’re pretty much back to normal by the time you make it to your quarters.
Wordlessly, you key the door code in, the familiar snick of the door opening reaching your ears.
“Thanks for walking me back,” you tell him softly, staring resolutely at your feet.
“Of course, anytime,” he says, slowly releasing you from his hold. “You sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine,” you chuckle breathlessly, stealing a brief glance at him. “Just a little embarrassed.”
He tsks, leaning his shoulder against the wall beside the door. “Embarrassed? What for? Not like I haven’t seen you drunk before.”
You snort, shaking your head at the low blow. “This is true.”
He’s smiling when you finally meet his eyes, the tension between you thawing slightly. You stare at each other for a moment, Poe’s face shifting before he looks away. He chews his lip, drawing your attention as he says, “I know you said you didn’t want to talk about it but—”
“I still don’t,” you interject, averting your gaze once more. “Look, I get it. It was bad. Let’s just…be adults and move on, okay?”
Poe’s brow furrows at your words. “What was bad?”
You scoff, not daring to meet his gaze. “You know.”
“I really don’t,” he argues, sounding genuinely perplexed.
You sigh, annoyance flickering in your chest. “The sex obviously.”
“Y–you thought it was bad?” he asks after a beat, stepping a little closer to you.
His proximity forces you to meet his eyes.
“You’re the one that left,” you whisper, swallowing thickly as you begin to walk into your room. “Good night, Poe.”
His hand on your bicep halts your progress and you snap your head back toward him, the quick movement making the hallway spin for a moment.
“You were the one that left.”
Your mouth opens and closes wordlessly before you respond. “What?”
Poe leans in, close enough that you can feel his breath against your cheek. “I left to go get breakfast for both of us and when I came back, you were gone.”
No, that’s…that’s not possible…Is it?
“I–,” you begin, exhaling heavily. “When I woke up, you were gone. So I thought—-”
He curses under his breath, releasing your arm as he runs a hand through his curls. “Listen, I would never—,” He pauses, swallowing hard before continuing. “I’m so sorry you woke up alone.”
His words ignite a spark in your chest, the warmth of it permeating, spreading out toward your fingertips. “Thanks.”
“Could we—,” he begins, wetting his lips. “Could we maybe start over?”
You smile softly, meeting his earnest brown eyes. “I think I’d like that.”
He smiles back, relieved.
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The next date you have ends in Poe's quarters again, but this time you remember every second—every kiss, every sigh, every brush of skin against skin. It's so good. He makes sure you know he's still there in the morning, too, waking you up with his head between your thighs.
Maybe your friends were right, maybe he is actually The Perfect Guy.
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Anakin Skywalker Masterlist (It got too long for the other)
Awkward Situations*** - Anakin Request: Anakin Skywalker and you are trapped inside of a closet together while trying to uncover some intel for your masters. What could possibly go wrong?
Can We Be Alone - Anakin Request: Parties always made you more stressed out, but thankfully Anakin is able to help relax you in his warm arms.
Chapstick* - Anakin Request: The two of you are trapped together in a cave waiting for backup when Anakin tells you that he wants to try your chapstick.
Don’t Take it Away From Me*** - Anakin Skywalker was a great boyfriend and partner most of the time. Except when he was being overprotective. This time it might have been too much for him.
I Come Alive With You* - Anakin Request: Banished from the Jedi Order, the only thing getting you through the days is the thought that soon Anakin would join you. However, when you feel the death of your old Master and Anakin’s Force presence disappear, you discover his rejoining you is going to be much more complicated than you imagined.
I Only Feel You* - Anakin Request: When Anakin is injured, you can’t help but go make sure he’s okay, even if you know it’ll only confirm your attachment to him.
The Love We Have** - Anakin Request: “How can I live with myself if I don’t at least try and save you?” You know that Anakin has turned to the dark side. Thanks to your visions, you know if Anakin fights Obi-Wan, it will lead him to a terrible fate. What you don’t know is if you have enough time, and the strength to stop it.
Meditation* - Anakin Request: You really, really hated meditation. It was one of your least favorite things to do as a Jedi. Unless you had someone else there to entertain you of course.
Mine* - Fuck buddies is always a good arrangement right? No one ever catches feelings from that … At least that’s what you’re telling yourself.
No Peace* - Anakin Request: After being constantly harassed and bullied by your master, there’s only one thing that helps you feel better, and Anakin catches you doing it.
One Thing Right - It’s all over. After months of trying to complete your mission, Anakin and Palpatine have got you in their grasp.
Peace and Serenity* - Anakin Request: Can the best and most important person in your life make you question the very thing that you have been taught since birth? After all, how can something that’s supposed to be so dangerous make you so happy?
Stay With Me* - Anakin Request: You know that something bad is going to happen if Anakin goes to save Chancellor Palpatine. The only problem is that you have to convince him that your life is not worth destroying the galaxy.
Take Me Home** - Anakin Request: You would much rather be out on the front lines than in a casino with a slimy arms dealer trying to gather information on a Separatist shipment, but what the Council wants, the Council gets. You’re just hoping for the arms dealer’s sake you can get out of there before Anakin kills him for flirting with you.
The Separatist and the Jedi* - Anakin Request: There were a lot of things you would rather do than be stuck inside a cave with good ol’ Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker, but soon enough, you find out that Anakin’s not quite as good as he’s parading around to be.
Tired of Losing - Anakin Request: When Anakin shows up at your door at almost three in the morning, you think it’s for a different reason. Not to find out his Master is dead.
Troubled* - Anakin Request: Anakin Skywalker is almost perfect. Too almost perfect for you, but he seems to think differently, and he’s here to remind you of it.
When the World Comes Crashing Down* - Anakin Request: For so long, one of the only things you knew for sure was that Anakin Skywalker was dead. What happens when begin to be tortured by Vader and learn that’s not the case?
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qui gon telling obi wan “I was here the entire time” like you know he was watching that entire adventure and narrating like the guy from arrested development
Sometimes I think I'm okay and then I remember that the junior novelization of the first season of the Mandalorian included the detail that Din actually closed his eyes during this scene because he'd just accepted the fact that he was about to die. And then I'm no longer okay.
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