#dua lips

♥️Dua Lipa♥️

Warnings: smut. Minors, do not read.

***

-Fever-

“Before you came around, I was doing just fine

Usually, usually, usually, I don't pay no mind

And when it came down, I was looking in your eyes

Suddenly, suddenly, suddenly, I could feel it inside”

You were a Padawan to Master Windu for a long time and, as far as Anakin could tell, you had as much as a hard time with the man as he sometimes struggled with how Obi-Wan distrusted him every now and then.

He’d been observing you for a while. Not only your skills caught his attention, but your beauty managed to surpass that of Senator Amidala with whom he’d been secretly infatuated, though apparently not anymore because she ignored him. So there you were, suffering beneath your master’s practicing and all could Anakin notice was how perfectly braided your silver locks were, highlighting your soft features. But he could tell your frustration every time you sought after your master’s approval and all he said was “do it better”. A feeling he was empathetic to you.

You were unaware of his presence. Usually you did not pay attention to other Padawans, for you were concentrated in proving your Master how capable you were. But today was being so damn difficult!

Finally Windu gave you rest, but left the training room with you thinking he did so disappointed with you. Sitting on the ground, you leant against the wall and closed your eyes, looking for refugee in meditations.

Never let the frustrations consume you, a lesson you struggled to practice.

So there you were, dressed in typical training clothing, though you were wearing a white top, which Anakin found difficult not to notice how it enhanced your breasts. But he cleared his throat as if he should pay attention somewhere else.

You sensed his presence and opened your eyes when he took a seat by your side. In his dark robes, there was Obi-Wan’s Padawan with his curls dropping to his face and a scar on his left eye.

“Oh hello there”, you said politely. Usually you did not make any effort in making friends, but something about him changed your mind.

Anakin smiled.

“I saw your training”, said he, not giving in how often he’d been observing you. “I was passing by and saw you here. Was your Master giving you a hard time?”

Anakin sort of expected you to be cold or distant since that was how you showed yourself to others, as focused you were in missions and barely speaking to anyone. How you surprised him by being so amicable!

You chuckled.

“Well, I appreciate your kindness”, you said. “He does, but I understand it’s out of concern. He expects me to deliver the best he sees in me. I cannot blame him for that…”

“Obi-Wan is sometimes difficult to please”, Anakin sighs. “What’s wrong with these people?”

You smiled in generosity, but a part of you felt relieved when seeing you were not the only one going through difficult times with your Master.

“I think that’s who they are. Paid to make us better, stronger and faster.” You said, feeling your heart swell when Anakin smiled. Uh-uh. “But I think you are doing quite well. I’ve heard people talking about how Obi-Wan’s trains are giving good fruits.”

Anakin beamed. So you heard about him? You blushed when you noticed what he just thought. Oh damn. Perhaps you have been noticing him a little too much. You tried to compose yourself, masking sentiments you’ve never thought you had. But perhaps the difference between you two relied on the fact you were more discreet.

“Why thank you. I’ll tell him about that, maybe he’ll feel inclined to be more generous to me.” Anakin felt proud of himself for making you snort in laughters. The sound of it was so pleasing to his ears.

“To be fair, I often wish my Master feel the same”, you could not help but trust in him. What was wrong with you? Were his good looks and how confidently he spoke to you worth this small confession?

Anakin felt your conflicts, though. So he paid double effort in earning your trust. The rest of the day was spent in sharing confessions regarding their masters. It seemed that they were more alike than they both expected.

“We should practice some time”, you dared to invite him. “I need to see for myself if what people tell about you is true.”

It was twilight when they decided to leave the training room. Anakin laughed and you could see in his piercing blue eyes that he’d accepted the challenge.

“Very well. Why not tomorrow?” said he, hoping not to sound so eager.

You chuckled and offered out a hand for him to take, which he promptly did.

“That’s a deal. I’ll see you then, Skyguy”, you winked and left.

He watched you go, mesmerized. Hesitantly, he sought after your mind, but was it really a surprise that he was frustrated by your (impressive) mental skills?

But you began dwelling in what that day was. As you went to your bedroom and had a shower, you could not take his eyes and smile out of your mind. Oh that damn smile. You sighed, hating how such a fool you were making of yourself.

When did this really begin? You remembered how often your Master took his time to point out Anakin’s impulsiveness as a way to lecture you.

“You seem to share this particular trait with Skywalker”, he told you once. “Both of you are impulsive, reckless and with little affection to your lives. Our duty impels us to protect the Senate at every cost, for we are at war. But not recklessly so, Y/N.”

You could not help but scoff. “I was merely attempting to…”

But one glare and you were quiet.

“Why must you insist? Learn from your mistakes. You have potential, but misbehaving like Skywalker would do you little good.”

You once saw him coming back from a mission with a smug playing on his lips. He was ever so cocky in reassuring his Master that his method of rescue was far better than that one suggested by the council. You thought him to be arrogant, but were you so different?

“For the Maker! What did you think you were doing by facing the Ventress in a field where I told you /not/ to go?!” You heard Master Windu exclaim. “As good as you are, you are not skilled enough to pursuit her! Are you out of your mind? Remember, recklessness is not the Jedi way. You must be patient and prudent if you don’t remember the mission Skywalker almost ended up dead…”

You remembered to have clenched your jaw, frustration boiling in your blood at the memory as you cleansed yourself. Every comparison was there and you decided to stay away of his path because, however handsome he might be (only a fool would deny this fact), you knew better.

That night, you slept uneasy. He was not that bad. You began to question your master, but that was not a path you should follow. Instead, you meditated,but your heart somehow was too anxious for the duel of the next day—if yet you could call that.

***

Anakin was already there by the time you arrived. Much to your dismay, he was shirtless as he was getting himself ready for the training you agreed to it the day before.

Against your pride, your eyes scanned the scars in his chest, taking notice of his muscles, how well built they were, how strong was Anakin. The sight of him made you slightly smirk for some reason.

Yet you had to ignore the effect he had on you. Especially because, to his delight, he caught you staring at him.

“Well, admiring now are we?” He laughed and that same old smug look was just back at his face.

You rolled your eyes but it was evident to Anakin the reason why there was a blush coloring your pale cheeks. That day you were dressing a cap over your pink top and dark pants. He took notice of your clothing and a smirk twisted in the corner of his lips, but for some reason you did not pay attention to his obvious stare. Instead you just got your lightsaber.

“Not as much as you will once I finish with you.” You said defiantly. “Come now. I don’t think you would defeat your enemy with how you look now.”

Anakin smirked, quite aware of the effect he had on you. How could he had taken such a long time to get to you?!

“Why? Does it bother you?”

You hated how you struggled to keep your emotions in check. Unwillingly you had to give reason to your Master when he said countless times that you had to control your feelings.

“Anakin, come on”, it’s what you said. “I don’t have all day.”

He chuckled, but agreed. Then he dressed and grabbed his lightsaber, but today he was particularly chatty.

“You know what I was thinking about yesterday?”, said he as you began the practice. He found very adorable how you concentrated in your moves.

“What?”, you said. Part of you demanded you to be quiet, but this was clearly ignored.

“How we are both alike”, he said.

And it was true. Anakin came across many Jedis in his life. Not many shared his sense of perspective and humor. Though you had only spent long hours the day you first met, he was a good people reader. And the same frustrations you struggled to conceal, he felt in himself.

One mirrored the other.

“Please!”, you scoffed because pride was your main defense. “You are bragging yourself, Skyguy.”

A move here, a move there. It was like a dance and your eyes met. He noticed the colour of your irises was a stark contrast to his own. You sensed he could read you and you didn’t like how suddenly you were exposed to him.

You pressed your lightsaber against his, elevating the mind shield as you expelled him away.

“Nice”, he complimented after a while. “But it’s true, though. I think we should be friends, don’t you? I see you avoid people but I assure you I am different from others.”

You could not help yourself and a sharp remark came out of your lips:

“Why? Because you are the chosen one?”

You smirked victorious when you wiped his smirk out of his lips. Indeed, you thought, you were more alike than you’d care to admit.

***

Eventually, Anakin managed to become friends with you. How could you refuse him, after all? He became your refugee when you were disappointed with yourself; he came for you when he had a bad day.

But… would being friends be enough for you? If so, until when?

You knew there were feelings of your part. When you recollected that day you practiced together and how you pulled him away from your thoughts, you first thought all he wanted was to take you to his bed.

There was desire from your part too. But… now, as you saw him coming to you, you felt… uneasy.

It was when you came to realize that your heart would be broken. You guys were too alike to ignore the fact that one of you might leave this hurt. You were just as impulsive, reckless, sharped in tongue and mind as he was. So why did you panic the way you did? Why didn’t you just…say what was on your mind?

You could not. Because you were overwhelmed. And you shielded your mind so Anakin was very puzzled by how you ran when you used to receive him so well after his missions.

What the hell just happened?

He went after you.

And he knew where you were.

***

“I’ve got a fever, so can you check?

Hand on my forehead, kiss my neck

And when you touch me, baby, I turn red

I've got a fever, so can you check?”

You were in that old, abandoned room which used to be your secret spot in the entire place, sometimes used with Anakin when you were too tired to deal with your Masters’s nonsenseness. Your silver hair fell loose in your back, perhaps a little messy. You were so angry to yourself for panicking like that, that you ruined your braids. You were wearing that same top and black pants.

You walked from one side to another, detesting the feverish sensation that grew unbearable at the sight of Anakin coming strong and being congratulated by all for the success of his mission. An accomplishment you rarely had, but you were okay with that. All you wanted was for him to be happy and…

The door abruptly opened. You gasped.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? You disappeared out of the blue.” Anakin crossed his arms. “I thought we were friends, why did you run from me?”

He may had a suspect when he saw that familiar blush rising from your throat to your face. Usually he thought adorable, but he could tell something was wrong. Unless…

…because he could read you well.

“It’s nothing”, you blatantly lied.

He closed the door and stepped forward. Your emotions mirrored his. Anakin knew he too had been running from his feelings.

“You seem feverish. Are you well?”

He stepped closer, closer until you felt your back against the wall. You could not look away from his eyes.

“You make me feverish.” You spoke out so bluntly.

Anakin smirked. His heart relieved. For months he feared you were as proud as him, but somehow in a different manner: as if he did not deserve your affections. But now he was more than happy for seeing how wrong he had been in assuming so.

“Do I?” His smirk turned out to a smile. No sign of smug. To your dismay, he was actually… responding to your feelings? What…?

Seeing the unspoken questions in your mind, he lifted your chin and slipped his fingertips until he grabbed your hair gently. With his other, metallic hand, he pressed his fingers against your cheek, giving a gentle caress.

“I think we took this too long, didn’t we?” He brushed his lips against yours and you sighed in content. He could feel you, and it turned him on as much as it did you. You wanted him. So badly.

“Yes.”

And reckless as you were, you kissed his lips passionately. Anakin gladly complied by responding the kiss with another, moved by the same fever. So fervently your lips collided against each other, his hands pursuing your skin and you did the same.

You were each other’s mirror. What you did, he did and vice versa.

No need for shields. You moaned as he parted the kiss to lick your neck, giving gentle bites as you worked to remove his shirt, desperately digging your nails against his skin. He pressed you against him, his hands working to remove your top and pants.

There was no need to speak. You kissed, you felt, you loved each other. And you gave in so badly. When he inserted his fingers into the between your legs, you gasped his name. You threw your head behind as he lifted your legs, placing himself in between. He groaned upon how you reacted to his teasings.

Soft he may be, his words were not.

“You are mine”, said he possessively.

You locked eyes with him and a devilish smirk twisted upon your lips.

“As you are mine, Skyguy. I will never share you with any other woman, do you understand me?” You said firmly.

Anakin smirked at your words. He pulled down his pants and with no warning he thrusted into you. Though somehow both of you were far from being experienced in this, you cared little about it.

“I love how you claim me”, he admitted into your ear, holding onto you ever so gently as he thrusted into you.

You gasped softly, pain mixed to pleasure crawling into you. But there was no need to be proud as you clung into him.

“Ani…”

“Yes, my love?” He whispered hotly into your ear. “Come to me.”

You did. You melted into his touch, giving into him and soon enough he followed, seeding you inside.

“I am yours”, he did not come out of you as you were pulled into the bed, Anakin cuddling you tight. “I love you. Don’t ever leave me.”

You looked at him with a fierce love stamped in your eyes. You fit in his cuddle and refused to let him out of you, which made him chuckle.

“You better never leave me either, Ani.”

• The 2023 Met Gala •

“Fashion’s biggest night of the year”

I’m in a bitchy mood, so let’s have a bitchy discussion about it.

Here goes nothing.. really though.

I wish I could be more enthusiastic but I haven’t cared about the Met Gala since 2015. Suddenly getting flashbacks of Rihanna in that spectacular Guo Pei number! The definition of iconic.

It’s 2023 and the name of the game is inclusivity. The Met Gala is the opposite of that when you really think about it, it’s one of the most exclusive events out there. The public gets a little red carpet show but we don’t get to see what really happens inside, what if it’s just a hotbed of absolute debauchery and we’re missing out? 😢

Doubtful seeing as Anna Wintour has had a stick up her ass since she came out of the womb and the whole purpose of the Met Gala is to raise money for various charities (Kind of a slay to be honest!)

Did any of the celebrities actually follow the theme this year? The answer is yes, for the most part. The theme of the met gala this year is ‘Karl Lagerfeld: A Line of Beauty’ obviously honoring the late, great designer, creative director, artist and photographer Karl Lagerfeld. Did you know he left £1.3 million to his beloved cat Choupette? How.. sweet?

I could get into why Karl Lagerfeld is thought of as an artistic visionary but I can’t be bothered and Google is free.

So let’s just get into my favorite picks of the night! I have to be honest there were many celebrities at this years Met Gala that I just couldn’t care less about and looking through each and every outfit was exhausting to say the least. Many were.. unremarkable.

Here we go—

1. Jared Leto dressed as Choupette, Karl’s beloved cat. The furries must be in heaven. The whole get-up made me laugh, the thing looks pretty realistic. I understand why people would want to join this mans cult. He’s hot and he’s got a good sense of humor. Fun. Great. Next..

2. Ava Max in custom Christian Siriano, she brought the drama I’ve desperately been craving. Also I’m a sucker for a beautiful headpiece. She looks positively radiant and angelic.

3. Dua Lipa in a white and black tweed ballgown from Chanel’s fall 1992 couture collection. “The girls that get it, get it and the girls that don’t, don’t.“ as they say. Every girl on the planet wants this dress in her closet.

4. Jenna Ortega in a custom Thom Browne ‘Wednesday’ inspired black corset dress. Outfits that lean more on the goth side tend to be incredibly cheesy looking or elegant and romantic, this dress is the latter.

(Honorable mentions: J.Lo, Kylie Jenner, Anne Hathaway, Madelyn Cline, Conan Gray, Vanessa Hudgens, Glenn Close, Lily Collins, Anitta, Brian Tyree Henry, Lila Moss, Anok Yai, Emily Ratajkowski) ..and Kim K, please try a different silhouette.. We get it! You’re curvy.

Writing is hard. Excuse my many grammatical and punctuation errors, I would try harder but I don’t want to.. Goodnight.

Ciao, bitches.

- The Sirens 🪷