MINORS DNI 18+
WORD COUNT: 0.6k
SUMMARY: jealousy causes anakin’s spite to reveal itself to those you toy with.
NOTES: mostly a conversation between you and hunter, and then anakin and hunter. very lightly smutty. this piece was a warm up, and i think ill write a follow up to it some other time, this was honestly kind of a prequel to a bigger project later on that i havent figured out how to make work yet. but hey if you like it and want more lmk :) jealous ani is my fave
WARNINGS: anakin x reader x hunter | you flirting with hunter | anakin being an asshole | no actual smut, no implied smut either, just adult conversations ab sex ig | rex trying to help | wrecker and hunter checking out your ass | established fwb relationship with anakin | commander!reader
It was in your nature to flirt. It wasn’t like you were exclusive with your General ANAKIN SKYWALKER. Regardless of that fact, it seemed as though he encouraged faithfulness, but would refuse to explain why he expected it. It pissed you off to no end, especially because you observed how Anakin always got what he wanted, and you weren’t just going to roll over for him. Warming your bed was a privilege, not a right, and treating it so carelessly only pushed you further away.
Working with both Anakin and Clone Force 99 killed two birds with one stone.
“I like your tattoo. Got any more?” you asked HUNTER, your current object of fascination. Generously, you scanned him, noting how well he fit into his uniform. How it glinted in the warmth of the bonfire.
Hunter didn’t seem to register your flirt yet, and answered honestly while he sharpened his knife. “Yeah, underneath all this armor.” If only he stopped to process it a second longer, he would’ve realized how invitational he came off.
“Oh,” you replied, intrigued, as you bit your bottom lip. At the words, Hunter’s eyes curiously swept over to meet your sultry gaze, sharpening slowing to a halt. “Maybe you can show me sometime.” Your tone betrayed the context you referred to. Hunter gulped. It’s not often he’s spoken to so forward. He liked it. Perhaps a little too much.
Shyly nodding, he held your eye contact, and returned to his work once he realized how public this conversation was. His bashfulness only made you smile, kicking him playfully with the side of your foot and a light blush dusted his cheeks.
Anakin grit his teeth, a few feet from the fire. He’d held up his hand to Rex to signal his silence so the General could listen in, having heard your shameless flirting. Rex furrowed his brows at Anakin sticking his nose into something he shouldn’t, following when Anakin trekked over to sit near Hunter.
As casual as ever— even while knowing full well the jealous nature of Anakin Skywalker— you sighed. “I’ll go grab more firewood. We’re close to running out.” Picking yourself up, dusting your hands off, you passed by the two men. Despite their fronts facing the fire, their backs burned from the remnants of your presence as you walked by them. “Wrecker, with me. I’ll need your help to carry.”
“You got it, Commander!” he said enthusiastically as he trailed behind you. Unbeknownst to you, both Wrecker and Hunter watched your hips sway. Anakin kept his suspicious eyes on the pair until you were out of view. When Hunter noticed how unwavering the General’s gaze on him was, he cleared his throat to break the uncomfortable silence.
“She’s trouble.” he scoffed, the scrape of his stone against his knife filling the air with white noise.
“More trouble than she’s worth, I can assure you.” Anakin spoke from experience, but he didn’t realize how obvious he just made that secret. Hunter’s head tilted from the minute discovery, narrowing his eyes to himself. The General’s jealousy was rearing its ugly head, and clouded his judgment.
Rex, hoping to change the subject, faked a cough as he patted Anakin’s shoulder harshly. “The tea, sir, it smells like it’s burning.”
Anakin didn’t correct him to say it wasn’t— that tea didn’t burn— but he was grateful for the reminder. He pushed forward and stirred the ladle in the pot. The herbs Anakin had handpicked swirling around in the boiling opaque green liquid.
His chronic inability to let things go caused him to continue digging. “Perhaps if you’re lucky, she’ll invite you in her tent for a roll in the sack.” he told Hunter, gauging his reaction carefully.
Abashedly, Hunter shook his head, chuckling wryly, to disguise his suffocation in this atmosphere. “Oh, no, sir. I wouldn’t distract myself on a mission like that.”
Distrustful, and stooping lower, Anakin mused as disingenuously as possible, “How noble.” It ended the conversation.
The Guard feels the knife as it digs deeper, deeper, in his throat.
I am your creation, he wants to yell. I am your creation.
You dug me up from the ground and cleansed me of the soil that stained my skin. I was to be held, to be loved wholly and purely, but the moment your calloused hands made contact with my chubby cheek; It had already been rotting, rotting, rotting.
Do you love me, God? Is that why your blade slices through my throat without hesitation? Again, and again, and again? Is that why I can still see the blood from your rock? I attempt to comfort myself with the most uncomfortable of thoughts that maybe, if you didn’t love me, my execution wouldn’t have been this violent.
The blood gushes from his throat.
He is being embraced like an animal who was once pure.
I am God’s creation.
I am the one he bashed with a rock.
I am the blood on his knife.
I am the lamb to be sacrificed and eaten.
He weakly holds onto The Emperor, almost like a prayer of sorts, and he is squeezed back.
He feels The Emperor's knife on his throat, hands on his shoulders, all throughout his body.
“No, sweetheart, I don’t think you can still fit in your favorite jeans.” %/ from hunter
Wanda let out a small huff, holding up the jeans to her ever expanding waist. "But what am I supposed to wear now?" She whined, turning to look at Hunter. "I can't fit into any of my old clothes because of this.."
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