Hi!! Could you do a sith!reader with anakin skywalker? Maybe reader is trying to make him come to the dark side. Also reader and anakin are in love?!
YES OMG! I love this idea so much. I based this fic off of the scene between Padme and Anakin on Mustafar. I present to you...
A Path I Can Follow
Anakin Skywalker x Sith!Reader One-Shot
WARNINGS: None
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You watched Anakin’s starfighter settle on the landing platform on Mustafar. As the ramp lowered and he emerged, you rushed over to greet him.
He returned your embrace with equal fervor, cradling your face as he kissed you.
“Anakin,” you started breathlessly. “What are you doing here? I thought you were on a mission with Obi-Wan on Utapau.”
“I was. Something terrible has happened.” There was a troubled look in his eyes.
You nodded for him to go on, though you could guess what he was about to say.
“The clone troopers attacked us. It's a miracle we made it back to Coruscant alive. And when we did…” he trailed off, breathing heavily.
“When you did…?”
Anakin hesitated for a moment before answering. “Someone had killed the younglings.”
He paused to observe your reaction, but you kept your expression neutral.
“Obi-Wan checked the security recordings,” he continued, eyeing you warily. “He said… he said you killed the younglings. That you have turned to the dark side.”
You grasped his hands and set your jaw firmly. “Ani, Obi-Wan is trying to turn you against me.”
“He cares about us,” he protested, shaking his head. You snorted.
“Us? No, Ani. We both know how your Master feels about me.”
You made sure to emphasize the word “Master,” knowing it was a sore spot for Anakin.
“And he doesn’t respect you, either. Did he advocate for you when the others refused to make you a Master? No. You are the only Jedi Knight to be placed upon the Council without receiving the title. It’s a slap in the face, Anakin.”
Though you knew he wanted to defend his friend, you could see his jaw clench as he remembered the insult.
You pressed on. “I've become more powerful than any Jedi has ever dreamed of, and I've done it for you. To keep you safe.”
“At what cost?” he asked, desperation clear in his voice.
“There will always be a price to pay,” you acknowledged. “But, Anakin, think of what we could have together! Safety. Security. We will never fear losing each other like we lost our families.”
A twinge of pain shot across his face when you referenced his mother. Your heart clenched at the sight, but you knew it was the only way to convince him.
“I am more powerful than the Chancellor. We can overthrow him, and together you and I can rule the galaxy. Make things the way we want them to be.”
Your voice had softened to a murmur by the end of your appeal. Stepping forward, you gently cradled his face, softly tracing the scar there. His eyes fluttered shut at the touch.
“Ani, I love you,” you whispered, closing the gap between you. You pressed your forehead against his. “Please, come with me. Rule with me. Love me.”
There was only a moment’s pause before he let out a shuddering breath and nodded.
“Wherever you go, I will follow,” he replied unwaveringly. “Always.”
A quiet huff of relief escaped your lips before his own crashed down upon them. You put every ounce of need for him in that kiss, all feelings spoken and unspoken.
Even when you pulled apart to catch your breath, your arms were still wrapped around each other.
“Always,” you agreed, victory gleaming in your eyes.
Hi can you do another anakin x sith!reader!? I really enjoyed the last one, the plot could be anything!
Absolutely! I love a good villainous couple 😩 This one is kinda based on the Mace Windu/Palpatine fight from Revenge of the Sith.
Stars, Hide Your Fires
Anakin Skywalker x Sith!Reader One-Shot
WARNINGS: Genre-typical violence
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“You wanted to see me, Master Windu?” you prompted expectantly, watching him gaze out the window over Coruscant.
He turned around to face you with mistrustful eyes. Typical.
“I have heard troubling things about you, padawan.”
You prickled at the title. After all these years, resentment festered at the insult of not being made a Jedi Knight.
Betraying no emotion, you raised a cool brow at his words. “Such as?”
Hands crossed behind his back, he took a step forward. “Master Kenobi has informed me that in battle, you used the Force to manipulate your opponents’ emotions.”
“Jedi have manipulated minds so often that there is a colloquialism for it. Certainly you’ve heard the Hutts refer to it as our ‘mind trick’?” you replied, unimpressed by the accusation.
Windu’s face hardened at your blase response. “We use it to persuade; you used it to instill fear.”
“And yet we still reached the desired outcome.”
“The ends do not justify the means!” he finally snapped. Taking a calming breath, he continued. “I sense a darkness in you, young one. Rage and apathy and sadism. That is not the Jedi way.”
You paused, cocking your head to the side and smiling slowly. “Then it is lucky that I am no longer a Jedi.”
As his eyes flashed with realization, you threw Windu across the room. Agile as he was, he managed to channel his momentum into a roll and land on his feet.
“You have been seduced by the dark side,” he snarled as the two of you circled each other.
“No,” you spit back.
You activated your lightsaber, and a scarlet beam flared out.
“I have been rejected by the light.”
You surged forward and slashed downward at Windu, but he quickly activated his own saber and blocked your attack.
Spinning away, he swiped his blade toward your knees. You managed to jump just in time to dodge it, but could feel the heat even through your shoes.
“The Council will sentence you for treason against the Republic.”
“The Republic is obsolete, as is your precious council,” you sneered, thrusting forward once more.
Windu parried your attack and flipped behind you. You threw your arm backwards to block his saber, but it was a miscalculation.
Instead of slashing at you, he kicked the back of your knees so your legs gave out from under you.
Taking advantage of this momentary weakness, he jabbed your exposed wrist with the hilt of his lightsaber, causing you to drop your own.
Using the Force, he flung yours across the room. Enraged, you threw up your hands and shot lightning at him.
Inexperienced with the use of Force lightning, you only managed a brief blast that he quickly evaded. The only evidence of your attack was the singed edge of his cloak.
Windu was too fast, too adept. Before you could react, he curled his fingers and began to choke you with the Force. He raised you from the ground, your toes only barely brushing the floor.
“You’re too dangerous to be left alive!” he barked out.
Though you tried desperately to propel your lightsaber back into your hand, you were unable in your weakened state. Your vision began to fade and darken, and you knew you had lost the battle.
You weren’t sure if it was the lack of oxygen, but you could swear someone was moving behind Windu…
In quick succession, three things happened:
First, the sound of a lightsaber activating blared in your ears.
Second, Windu released his grasp on your throat, and you greedily sucked in air.
Third, you looked up to see Anakin standing over a now-handless Windu.
He kicked Windu’s saber to the side (though without arms, the Jedi could clearly not use it).
“Skywalker,” Mace rasped out, face contorting with agony. “I should have known.”
Anakin did not answer, but looked upon Windu with disdain and resentment. In a flash, he slashed his lightsaber through Windu’s neck, decapitating him.
The room fell silent apart from the humming of Anakin’s saber and your wheezing breaths. When he deactivated his blade, the latter sound became more apparent.
Anakin looked at you, startled, as if only just then realizing you were there despite having killed Windu to save you.
Rushing over to you, he began to inspect you for any sign of harm.
“My love, are you alright?” he asked, worry marring his beautiful features.
You nodded slowly, though tears leaked from your eyes. When you caught your breath, you spoke.
“I thought I was going to die,” you whispered. Both the strangling and fear had taken your voice from you.
“He can’t hurt you now,” Anakin murmured, taking your face in his hands. “No one can. No one ever will again.”
You took a few seconds to settle your breath before giving a sharp nod and rising. Cocking your head in curiosity, you strode over to Windu’s body.
“Ironic, isn’t it? The Jedi fight dirtily and then criticize us for doing the same.”
Anakin didn’t answer, regarding you with concerned eyes.
You looked over, sensing his turmoil.
“Do you regret killing him, Ani?”
“He would have killed you.”
You did not miss the deflection.
“But do you regret it?”
This time, he hesitated before answering.
“No,” he finally said, setting determined eyes on you. “I don’t.”
Satisfied, you crossed the distance between the two of you.
“Good,” you smiled, pressing your forehead against his. “The Jedi do not love, and so they do not understand. They would take you away from me if they could.”
“I would never let that happen,” he assured you quickly, taking your hands in his own and squeezing them for emphasis. “I would destroy planets for you. I would burn worlds.”
“As I would for you,” you vowed, pressing your lips against his. “We are going to rule the galaxy together, Anakin. And if we cannot, we will tear it apart together.”
Hi! Can you do a anakin x Jedi!reader and it’s set during the clone wars? Maybe anakin, ahsoka, reader, and her own padawan are on a mission?!
Sure! This was a challenging one for me in that I had to do a lot more research than I normally do for fics, but a welcome challenge for sure! I really hope you like this. Here is...
Emotion or Peace?
Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader One-Shot
WARNINGS: None
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“I understand your position, Senator,” you spoke slowly, trying not to clench your teeth in annoyance. “But if you would just allow the Republic a mining permit-”
“-you will loot Lothal of its natural resources and leave our citizens in an even more dire position,” Senator Azadi finished your sentence with a hard look. “Do you truly expect us to simply hand over the only wealth this planet has?”
You looked to Anakin for help and he cleared his throat, speaking up. “I’m sure the Galactic Senate will gladly provide any assistance-”
“Bah!” Azadi snorted, rolling his eyes. “We’ve been petitioning the Senate for aid for months now. Each time, we’ve been denied due to lack of funding. Don’t tell me the Republic has suddenly found currency reserves?”
“All available funding is going toward the war effort. There are funds, but none that can be diverted.”
“And what of the people who live in the Republic? Are they to starve while you fight some far-off war?” Azadi demanded. “The Outer Rim may not be a critical battleground, Masters, but that does not mean our people matter any less.”
“You’re right,” your padawan, Ezra, cut in quickly.
You shot him a warning glance, but he pretended not to see it and pressed on.
“You have something we need, and that gives you leverage. Tell us what aid Lothal requires, and we will bring your appeal to the Senate in exchange for the permits.”
You schooled your expression, trying not to reveal your irritation with your padawan. Anakin, sensing your vexation, brushed his hand against yours under the table.
Senator Azadi leaned back, eyeing Ezra thoughtfully before turning back to you. “When we receive the aid, I will issue the mining permits myself — and not a day before.”
You nodded. “Thank you, Senator.”
You rose with the rest of the delegation and bowed to the Lothalian Senate before exiting the room.
“That was a foolish move,” you chided your padawan when you returned to the ship.
“How so? We’re going to get the permits,” Ezra replied with a grin.
“Master, did you truly expect Senator Azadi to grant the permit without compensation?” Ahsoka chimed in.
“No, I didn’t,” you answered, shooting Ahsoka a sharp look. “I expected the Senator to counter our offer with one of his own, and then for us to counter that, and so on until we reached a compromise. That’s generally how negotiations work. Instead, Ezra undermined me, gave up all our bargaining power, and handed Azadi a blank check.”
“Oh.” At least your padawan had the decency to look embarrassed.
Ahsoka, on the other hand, merely shrugged. “We’re still getting what we wanted.”
“Snips, maybe stay out of this one,” Anakin advised in an amused tone. Shrugging again, she left the room.
“Ezra,” you said, tone softening. “You grew up on Lothal, right?”
He nodded bashfully, all traces of smugness having dissipated.
“Your love of your people influenced you to make an unwise bargain. A Jedi must discipline their mind to disregard any attachments. You know the Code: There is no emotion, there is peace. You must take those words to heart.”
You placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, smiling sympathetically. “It is a difficult lesson to learn, and an even harder one to live by. But I have faith in you and your abilities.”
“Thank you, Master,” he said, giving a small smile in return before bowing and joining Ahsoka in the cockpit.
“You handled that well, Master,” Anakin commended, approaching you from behind when the door shut.
He wrapped his arms around you and you leaned back into his embrace.
“I’d be more inclined to agree with you if I didn’t feel like such a sanctimonious hypocrite,” you grumbled as he pressed a kiss against the crown of your head. “‘Disregard any attachments.’ Like I have any right to tell him that when I… when we…”
You trailed off as Anakin began to kiss down the side of your neck.
“You’re making it very hard for me to stew in my shame,” you sighed, turning around to face him.
He responded by pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Then my plan is working.”
“Anakin Skywalker,” you gasped in faux shock. “Are you trying to distract me?”
“It depends,” he smirked. “Is it working?”
“A little too well,” you murmured, pulling him in for a long, slow kiss. He tried to deepen it, fingers curling into the fabric of your tunic as he pulled you flush against his chest.
Reluctantly, you broke free from his grasp. “We had better join our padawans before they get suspicious.”
“Later?” he asked, tugging you back in.
“Later,” you confirmed, pressing a final, loving kiss to his cheek.
Could you make an Anakin x Reader fic? Takes place during Episode 3.
Female! Reader is having nightmares, so Ani decides to comfort her by telling some stories and words of encouragement.
I love this prompt omg 🥺 Thanks for sending in my first fic request! May I humbly present...
Would You Still Hold Me Tonight?
Anakin Skywalker x Reader One-Shot
WARNINGS: None
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You woke up with a start, gasping and drenched in sweat. There were hands on you, and you blindly swung at whoever was touching you.
“Easy, easy! It’s just me,” a familiar voice said quickly. “It’s just me.”
The hands disappeared from your shoulders. When you recognized the voice, your fear dispelled.
Blinking quickly as your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you squinted at the familiar figure.
“Anakin?” you croaked, realizing for the first time that tears were pouring down your face. “What’s going on?”
“You had a nightmare. I was on patrol and sensed your distress. I wasn’t going to come in, but then I heard you scream and I- I had to make sure you were alright,” he explained. “Do you want to talk about it?”
You swallowed harshly as your cheeks heated up. Eventually, you nodded slowly.
“It… it’s a blur, mostly. I just remember pain,” you took a shuddering breath, trying and failing to steel yourself against the memory. “I was being tortured, I… I was being killed!”
Even though you knew it was just a nightmare, your heart was still racing. Prophetic dreams were not unheard of for the Force-sensitive.
Foregoing decorum and the Code, Anakin pulled you into a hug. You fell apart in his arms, crying freely now at the fuzzy, dark memory.
“I don’t think these are just nightmares,” you confided, your face buried in his chest. “I think they might portend disaster to come. I… I’m frightened.”
“It’s alright,” he soothed, stroking your hair as you wept. “It’s all going to be alright. I won’t allow any harm to come to you.”
“Ani,” you whispered, pulling back to look at him with a rueful smile. “That’s not something you can promise me.”
“It is,” he urged, grasping your shoulders.
The light of the four Coruscant moons poured in through the window, illuminating his face. There was a desperate, urgent look there that made you furrow your brows.
“How?”
Anakin paused for a moment before speaking.
“Before my mother died, I had similar visions of her death. I wasn’t able to save her, but I swore that I would never be that powerless again.” He placed a hand on your face, stroking his thumb along your cheekbone. “That I would never let someone I care for be hurt again.”
You swallowed and shook your head in confusion. “But how?”
“I can’t say right now, but… Do you trust me?”
“Of course,” you replied, eyes softening. “More than anyone.”
“Then trust me when I tell you that you are safe.” Anakin took your hands in his own, squeezing them reassuringly. “That I will keep you safe.”
Got a rather… meta fic request. Anakin x Neutral!Reader where they keep simping for him 24/7 and Ani finds out (it’s via dreams)
Again, takes place in ROTS. Reader lives in the real world and Ani is in Padmè’s apartment at Coruscant.
I just thought this would be funny and kinda embarrassing, considering that I am a BIG simp for Episode III Anakin lmao ajdjakdks
This is such a fun prompt! I hope I do it justice. Here is...
Your Wildest Dreams
Anakin Skywalker x Reader One-Shot
WARNINGS: None
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Anakin knew he was dreaming. There was a certain fuzziness around the edges of his vision, and the planet he was on was one he had never seen.
The buildings were strangely designed and there was not a speeder in sight. Based on the antiquated wheeled vehicles he saw, he doubted repulsorlift technology even existed here.
Despite the strangeness of this place, Anakin felt no fear — only curiosity.
“Ah, this dream again,” came an easy voice behind him. He turned around to see your smiling face.
“I’m sorry, have we met?”
Your grin spread even wider.
“Oh sure, loads of times.” You cocked your head to the side, taking in the sight of him. “Although I must say, tonight you’re looking especially good. I like the long hair a lot better than the old Padawan cut. That rat tail was just… ratty.”
Bewildered, he asked, “How do you know what my hair used to look like?’
“I know everything about you, Skywalker,” you beamed. “I’m your biggest fan. I have a thing for guys who are tall, dark, and handsome.”
Certain that you were just a figment of his overtired imagination, Anakin did not question how you knew his name. Nor did he address your blatant advances.
“Everything?” he probed. “Like what?”
“Hm, let’s see…” you trailed off, mulling it over. “Well, based on the haircut we’re in the third one-”
“The third what?” he cut you off, brows furrowed slightly. Though Anakin was unsettled, he was even more intrigued.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about that,” you dismissed with a wave of your hand. “As for what I know about you, you were born on Tatooine to Shmi. You stayed there until Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan found you. Then you became a Jedi Knight, fought in the Clone Wars, trained Ahsoka, married Padme, and now here we are!”
You finished with a triumphant grin. It quickly slid off your face when you saw how pale he’d gotten.
“What’s wrong, Ani?”
“You know about Padme?” he croaked out.
“Sure, but don’t worry,” you reassured, sidling up next to him. “I’m not the jealous type.”
Fondly, you brushed a strand of hair behind his ear. Before he could respond, you leaned in and kissed him.
Anakin pulled back abruptly, staring at you with alarm. Groaning, you pulled back too.
“Damn, I can’t even get some in my own dreams,” you grumbled, more to yourself than to him.
“Your dreams?” he asked incredulously.
“You’d think my brain would at least let me live out my fantasies while I slept,” you continued, sighing melodramatically. “But, alas, I am doomed to look without touching.”
“Hold on,” he stopped you, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to make sense of the situation.
“Yes, Ani dearest?” you replied with a saccharine smile.
“This isn’t your dream, it’s mine,” he contended. You rolled your eyes.
“Considering you’re a product of George Lucas’ imagination, I highly doubt that.”
“What?”
“Eh, there’s no point explaining it. You won’t even exist when I wake up.”
Aggravation building, Anakin raked his hands through his hair and glared at you. “I am real. You’re the one invading my dreams!”
You patted his shoulder sympathetically, and he bristled at the condescension.
The scene shifted suddenly, and you recognized the room as Padme’s apartment on Coruscant.
“Huh. This is new,” you mused, glancing around.
“No, it’s not.” He was trying to maintain his composure, but he was growing more bewildered by the second.
“Whatever you say, pretty boy.”
“Hey!” he objected with disdain. “I’m not… pretty.”
“Sure you are,” you disagreed pleasantly, beaming at him. “The prettiest.”
“You’re certainly a strange one,” he declared with a shake of his head. “What planet are you from?”
“Earth.”
Anakin snorted. “Now I know you’re not real. Either that, or you’re lying to me.”
You frowned at him, tilting your head to the side in confusion.
“You’re usually a lot nicer in my dreams… In more ways than one.” You grinned wickedly and waggled your eyebrows. He only stared back in disbelief.
Standing up, you began to poke around the apartment. “Got anything fun in here?”
“Stop that!” Anakin snapped, slamming closed the drawer you had just opened. “I swear, you’re more nosy than a Kubaz.”
Pausing your prying, you turned to face him. “Is that a word I forgot I knew, or is my brain just making things up?”
Anakin grasped your shoulders and looked you dead in the eye. “I don’t know who you are or how you got here, but this is not a product of your brain. This is my dream.”
As you looked back at him, everything started clicking into place. You sucked in a queasy breath, shaking your head.
“That’s impossible,” you sputtered. “You’re not real.”
“I am,” he insisted, squeezing your shoulders for emphasis.
You froze, eyes widening. “So this whole time I’ve been flirting with you…”
“...I’ve been married to Padme. As I have been for years now,” he finished the thought for you.
You brought your hands up to cover your mouth in horror.
“Oh my god,” you whispered. “I am so sorry, Anakin. Shit, I shouldn’t even call you that, should I? It’s rude, we don’t know each other. I didn’t- normally when I dream about you we-”
You cut yourself off with a mortified squeak. He arched an amused brow in response.
“We do what?” he prompted, mischievous mirth sparkling in his eyes.
Shoving your face in your hands, you didn’t finish your thought. Clearly enjoying your discomfort, he continued.
“Is it something to do with how pretty I am?”
You lifted your head back up to glare murderously at him, and he let out a loud laugh.
“I should have known you weren’t just a dream. You’re far too insufferable right now.”
“I’m sorry to disappoint,” he replied with a grin, clearly not sorry in the slightest.
“Yeah, I’m sure,” you muttered grumpily.
“Truly, I am. How ever can I make it up to you?” He was clearly mocking you, but you jumped at the opportunity.
“Let me use your lightsaber and we’ll call it even.”
“Absolutely not.”
Sighing in defeat, you flopped down onto the bench at the end of the bed. “No offense, Ani, but I liked you better when you weren’t real.”
Hi can you do where padme went to the dark side with anakin and they had a kid and 18 years later she runs away from them and they are out trying to bring her ‘home’ but reader tells them she never wants to be like them etc.
Hi Anon! Can you clarify something for this ask?
Do you mean that Padme runs away and stays with the reader who tells Anakin/kid that Padme doesn't want to go home?
Or did you want the reader to go to the dark side, run away, and tells Anakin/kid that reader doesn't want to go home? (Conversely, this scenario with just Padme and no reader?)
