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Anakin: *Gives a half-baked, chaos-ensuing, morally gray order*
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Anakin: *Gives a half-baked, chaos-ensuing, morally gray order*
GENERAL! ANAKIN X SITH!READER: PART TWO (+18)
@hellokittyyloverrrr i said i'd write a part two just for u, so, take me some time, but i finally finish.... hope you enjoy ;)
“This isn't how I imagined a Republic interrogation room to be,” you drawled with mock surprise, lashes fluttering as the black hood was pulled off your head. The dim room came into focus—red-tinted lights, heavy velvet curtains, the scent of cigarettes and sex lingering in the air. Your messy hair fell across your face and you blew it out of your eyes, surveying the space with growing amusement.
Not a cruiser. Not a detention cell. And definitely not Jedi Temple protocol.
Your wrists burned faintly from the coarse rope binding them behind the chair. You shifted slightly, testing your range. You weren’t worried. Not yet.
“I’ve seen cleaner brothels,” you added, lifting a brow.
Across from you, General Anakin Skywalker flinched. Just a fraction. But it was enough. He stiffened like you’d struck a nerve, then coughed as if to cover it, stepping into the pool of moody red light that painted the center of the room. His tunic was slightly undone at the collar, his gloved hands flexing at his sides. Agitated.
Perfect.
“There wasn’t time for proper transport,” he said coolly, though the edge in his voice betrayed him. “You’re too dangerous to be left unsecured.”
“Mmm. Dangerous,” you repeated, tasting the word. “Now that’s a compliment. Especially coming from the Republic’s golden boy.”
You leaned back in the chair, legs crossing slowly, deliberately. The hem of your dark tunic slipped a little higher on your thigh, and Anakin’s gaze dropped before he snapped it back up with a clenched jaw.
Stars, this was fun.
“So,” you continued sweetly, “how long do you plan to keep me tied up in this charming little love shack?”
His mouth opened, then shut. He looked like he’d swallowed a sun. “As long as it takes for you to talk.”
“I am talking,” you teased, flashing a wicked grin. “Though I don’t think that’s what you meant, hmm?”
“Don’t play games.”
“Oh, General—” you leaned forward just enough to make him uncomfortable, voice low and syrupy, “you brought me to a motel and tied me to a chair. Who’s playing games, really?”
His blue eyes darkened. You saw the flash of conflict there—the sharp edge of discipline battling the heat simmering just beneath it. It thrilled you. He was trying so hard to be the Jedi. Calm. Controlled. Unshakable.
But you were already in his head, and you both knew it.
“You think you’ve got control,” he said tightly. “But you’re the one restrained.”
You tilted your head, smiling with dangerous innocence. “Restrained, sure. But not powerless. You didn’t hand me over to the Council. You didn’t even log my capture. That means this is personal.”
That last word hung in the air, electric and heavy.
Anakin’s jaw tensed. “I’m doing what needs to be done.”
You slowly shifted your hands behind your back, not to escape—yet—but just to remind yourself that you could, if you really wanted to. “Or maybe,” you whispered, “you didn’t want to let me go.”
A beat of silence passed between you.
Then, you smiled, triumphant.
“See, General? I might be tied to this chair… but I think you’re the one who’s trapped.”
“You don’t know anything,” Anakin snapped, his voice tight, raw—blistering with frustration. His cheeks flushed with color, betraying more than he wanted to admit.
But you only smiled, slow and wicked.
“Oh, maybe not?” you replied, arching a brow in playful mockery. You leaned back against the ropes, eyes glittering as they drank him in. “Because from where I’m sitting… it sure looks like I’m getting under that perfect Jedi skin of yours.”
Your gaze dragged down his body deliberately, then back up, watching how his jaw clenched under the weight of your words. “I mean, come on, darling,” you purred, voice soaked in sinful sweetness. “You’re supposed to be calm, composed, unattached—and here you are, pacing like a man about to detonate. If I touched you right now,” you leaned in, lips parting just slightly, “I think you'd catch fire.”
Anakin turned sharply, his boots thudding against the cheap motel floor as he paced. His cloak flared behind him, the tension coiling through his shoulders like a live wire. The room smelled like heat and dust and temptation—low red lighting throwing shadows across the wall, bottles of untouched liquor still sitting on the bed, remnants of an impulse he wasn’t even sure he could name.
He’d brought you here because you were dangerous. Because he needed control.
But somehow, you were the one in command.
Every shift of your body, every smirk or whisper wound itself around his will like a slow, strangling vine. You were dangerous in ways his lightsaber couldn’t defend against. He had mastered combat, outpaced his master, survived a high skilled combat test —but this? This pull, this maddening, molten craving?
It terrified him. And you knew it.
“Why do you keep fighting it, baby?” you asked softly, your voice like silk, like seduction wrapped in honey and sin. “You don’t have to play the Jedi tonight. No one’s watching. No code. No Council. Just us.”
He didn’t answer.
“Denying yourself?” you continued, voice dropping to a whisper. “It only makes it worse. You’ll break eventually, jedi. So why not just…” you licked your lips, tilting your head, “take what you want?”
Anakin stopped pacing.
The storm behind his eyes was raging now, and you could feel it—like the air before lightning strikes. He was fraying, splitting between duty and desire, between the man he had sworn to be and the one you saw clawing beneath his skin.
He stared at you like you were war and salvation all at once. And still, you smiled.
Anakin stood frozen, chest rising and falling with sharp, uneven breaths. Your words clung to the air like smoke, thick with heat and sin. The way you looked at him—those glittering, dangerous eyes and that wicked curve of your mouth—set his blood on fire in a way no lightsaber ever had.
“You play a dangerous game,” he growled, low and dark, every word roughened by the desire he could no longer bury. His fists clenched at his sides, his cloak twisting between tense fingers.
You just laughed—a slow, sultry sound, honey-sweet and sinful—leaning forward as much as the ropes would allow. They groaned in protest as you shifted, wrists bound behind the chair, the only thing stopping you from closing the distance and lighting the match between you.
“Is it a game, though?” you asked softly, head tilting, voice thick with challenge. “Or are you just... afraid?”
Anakin stepped forward.
Then another.
Until you could feel his presence like a heatwave, wrapping around your skin, licking up your spine. He was so close you could count every pretty detail across his cheekbone, feel the storm rising behind his blue eyes.
“I’m not afraid of anything,” he snapped, but his voice cracked—just slightly. A tremor ran through it like a fault line breaking. You saw it—the flicker of war in him. Between the man raised to follow rules, and the one who burned to break every last one of them for you.
You smiled. Wider. Bolder. Hungrier.
“Then prove it,” you whispered, words laced with heat and promise. “Show me you’re not just some golden boy shackled by Jedi vows. Show me you can feel.”
Your eyes dropped to his lips, then lifted again—slow, deliberate, daring.
“Kiss me, Jedi.”
Anakin’s breath hitched, heart pounding like thunder in a locked room. And in that moment, everything inside him snapped.
He reached out—no hesitation, no mercy—and cupped your face in his hand, his fingers weaving into your hair. The second your breath hitched in response, he leaned in. Close enough that your breaths mingled. That your lips nearly brushed.
And then he kissed you.
He kissed you like a man unraveling. Like a dam finally giving way. His mouth slanted over yours with a raw, ravenous hunger. Like he’d been waiting a lifetime and could wait no longer. His tongue swept into your mouth, tasting you—claiming you. You met him with the same wild heat, like you'd been daring him for this from the moment you locked eyes.
The kiss was molten. Fierce. Desperate.
Hands tangled. Teeth grazed. Time fell away.
And at that moment, the galaxy didn’t exist. There was no war. No Jedi Code. No allegiance. Just you, and him, and the ache that pulsed like a second heartbeat between you.
When he finally pulled back, lips swollen, breath ragged, eyes wild—you looked at each other like you had just committed the most beautiful sin.
And Anakin knew, with terrifying clarity, that he was already lost.
But he didn’t care. Because right now, he had exactly what he wanted. What he needed.
You smiled in amusement, a flicker of provocation. “You’re a good kisser, I didn’t expect you to learn about this in Jedi training, I’m surprised, but not disappointed.”
Anakin's eyes flashed with a mix of pride and possessiveness at his words. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "There are many things they don't teach you in Jedi training," he murmured, voice low and rough with lingering desire. "But I've picked up a few skills on my own."
His hand slid down from your face to your neck, his thumb brushing over the racing pulse there. He could feel it fluttering wildly beneath his touch, just like his own heart. The proof of the effect he had on your only spurred on his boldness.
"And I'm not nearly done learning... and teaching," he added with a wicked grin, his eyes glinting with mischief and promise.
Anakin's other hand found your hip, squeezing the soft curve of it as he pulled your flush against him. He could feel every inch of your body now, pressed tight to his own. The swell of your breasts, the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips... it ignited a fire in his blood that he couldn't ignore. That he didn't want to ignore.
"You're playing with fire, sith," he warned, even as he leaned in to nuzzle into the crook of his neck. He inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of her skin. Something floral and sweet, with an underlying musk that makes your head spin. "You keep pushing me, and I might just... burn you."
His lips found your pulse point, and he pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss there. He licked and sucked at the sensitive skin, determined to get some reaction out of you.
"You don't know what you're getting into," he murmured against your neck, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "I'm not a gentle man. Not when it comes to things... and people... I want."
"oh, no gentle? I suppose I'm not out of the loop on the jedi games" you pondered mischievously.
He punctured his words with a nip to your neck, just shy of painful. Enough to make you gasp, to feel the sharp stinging of his teeth. Enough to make you shudder against him, your body trembling with a need that matched his own.
Anakin pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes blazing with hunger and intent. His hand slid from your hip to the small of your back, holding you tight. Keeping you pinned to him, trapped in his orbit.
"Tell me to stop," he challenged, voice rough and low. "Tell me you don't want this. That you don't burn for me like I burn for you."
He waited, barely breathing. His heart pounding wildly in his chest as he stared down at you, searching her face for any hint of hesitation or doubt.
But he knew you wouldn't say no. He could see it in your eyes, in the flush coloring your cheeks and the parted swell of your lips. You wanted this as much as he did. Needed it. Craved it.
And he would have you. No matter the cost. No matter the consequences. In this moment, nothing else matters. Not the war, not the Council, not the vows he'd sworn to uphold.
There was only you. Only the fire that burned between you. Only the desperate, aching need to claim you. I own you. And he would. He would have you. No matter what it took.
You spread your legs, allowing Anakin to fit in there to deepen the kisses, you tilted your head back, whimpering in pleasure. “Are you going to keep me tied up the whole time?” you asked, the rope rough against your delicate wrists.
Anakin's hands slid down to grip your thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pushed your legs further apart. He stepped into the space you'd created, his body now nestling between your spread thighs. Close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him, the hard length of him pressed against you through the fabric of his robes.
"Keep you tied up?" he murmured, a wicked gleam in his eye as he looked down at you. "Yes. I think I will."
His hands slid higher, pushing up the hem of his sith robe. Slowly, teasingly, until his calloused palms were caressing the smooth skin of your inner thighs. Your breath hitched, you back arching slightly off the chair as his touch set your nerves alight with pleasure.
"But don't worry, sweetheart," he purred, voice low and rough with desire. "I'll make sure you enjoy every. Single. Moment."
To punctuate his words, he leaned down and captured your lips in another devastating kiss. This one deeper, more demanding, his tongue delving into your mouth to claim you thoroughly. He swallowed your gasps and moans, drinking them down like wine.
As he kissed you, his hands continued their exploration. They slid higher, until his fingers were brushing against the lace of your panties. He could feel the damp heat of you through the silk, evidence of just how much you wanted him. How much you needed his touch.
Anakin broke the kiss to trail his lips down the column of your throat. He nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin, his hands pushed your panties aside, and then his fingers were there. Stroking through your slick folds, feeling the evidence of your arousal coating his digits.
"Stars, baby," he groaned against your neck, fingers delving deeper. "You're so wet. So ready for me."
He circled your clit with the pads of his fingers, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you write against him. His other hand slid up to palm your breast, kneading the soft mound and rolling your nipple between his fingers until it pebbled under his touch.
Anakin could feel the need building in you, the desperation in the way you rocked your hips against his hand. He knew you were close, could feel your body tensing and tightening as he worked you higher.
"Come for me, baby," he commanded, voice a low, rough growl. "Come on my fingers like a good girl."
He thrust two fingers deep inside you, curling them just right to hit that spot that made you see stars exploding behind your eyelids. His thumb rubbed tight circles around your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
"Let go, sweetheart," he urged, voice hot against your ear. "I want to feel you come undone. I want to feel you squeeze my fingers like I make you mine."
And with a sharp cry, you did just that. Your body convulsed around his fingers, your inner walls clenching and fluttering as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. Anakin worked you through it, fingers pumping and stroking, until the last aftershock faded away.
He pulled his fingers from her, bringing them to his lips to suck them clean. His eyes locked with yours as he did, a smug, satisfied grin on his face.
"Not bad for a Jedi," You gasped out, still trembling from the force of you release. "But I think... I think you're still wearing too many clothes."
Anakin chuckled, a dark, wicked sound. "Patience, sweetheart," he murmured, fingers trailing down your body teasingly. "We're just getting started..."
And with that promise hanging in the air, he leaned down to capture your lips once more. Ready to show you just how thorough his exploration of you body could be. No matter how long it took. No matter how many times he had to make you come undone, Anakin was willing to turn you into a hot, messy mess under his ministrations, wanting to wipe that teasing smile off your face, and make sure that this time he was in control, even if it was in control of your pleasure.
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Anakin: I do two things and two things only. I devastate sorry motherfuckers, and get shit done as an awesome leader.
Anakin Skywalker x Reader // SFW alphabet
Request: There was no actual request, I offered.
Submitted by: @rey-is-not-a-skywalker
Genre/fandom: Fluff/Star Wars
Warnings: None.
Summary: SFW alphabet for Anakin Skywalker.
Not my gif
A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) Anakin isn’t always the best at displaying his affections towards you. Despite being a passionate man, he can be rather withdrawn emotionally, thanks to years of Jedi training. When he does show affection, though, It is usually through a hug when no one is around after a long mission, a brief and deliberate brushing of hands, or a quick kiss to your knuckles.
B - Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? Where does the friendship start?) Like all of Anakin’s long lasting friendships and relationships, you met him at the Jedi temple. Not alone,of course, he was with Master Obi-Wan at the time, having just finished their training slot for that day. That meeting was only brief, as the Master Jedi merely wanted to introduce his padawan as a rising trainee- he suspected at the time that he would not remain a mere padawan for much longer. From there you just kept bumping into one another, sometimes literally, other times less so, though Ani would almost always be mumbling a quiet apology. He can be a little distant as a friend, but only emotionally himself, to try and uphold the code. He would listen to you if you poured your soul out to him, and be there whenever he could to try and help you.
C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) Anakin is not much of a cuddler. He will get close to you to comfort you, or if he hasn’t seen you for weeks on end, but he won’t give you a hug out of the blue. It’s not really his style.
D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking, cleaning, ect?) Anakin wouldn’t argue against settling down with you. He may not be able to imagine himself as a father, but with a few conversations and discussions you may be able to sway him a little. E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) Ani would be incredibly blunt about it. Nuance and pathos aren’t exactly his strong points when it comes to explaining things such as this. It is unlikely, but that’s how it would go down. F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?) Anakin cannot see himself with anyone else in this way. He would definitely want to marry you, given half the chance. G - Gentle (How gentle are they both physically and emotionally?) He tries. He really does try to be gentle. Both emotionally and physically. He succeeds in part with the physical aspect, however... Emotional connections need some work. H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it, and what are they like?) He’d never admit it- given that he doesn’t often give hugs himself, finding them to often be very awkward- but Ani actually really likes hugs. He’d deny it if someone brought it up, though. His hugs, when not awkward, are very warm, encasing you in his arms and holding you very very close. I - I Love You (How fast do they say the “love” word?) Not particularly quickly. He may begin to act on his feelings before actually admitting any of them. (Plus it probably doesn’t help that Jedi training makes him a little topsy turvy in the head) J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What are they like when jealous?) Anakin can become incredibly jealous. It hardly takes a slightly flirtatious look from another being that will turn him green eyed. When he’s jealous, he’s irritable and often very brooding. It looks attractive from a distance, but in conversation with him... Not so much. K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) The most common places he’ll kiss you are your knuckles. It looks polite, and not too suspicious. His actual kisses are nothing particularly special on the surface, but they do hold the passion he’s been taught to hide away. L - Little Ones (How are they around kids?) Anakin is... Indifferent around children. The younglings for example are a group of children he neither likes nor dislikes. however, if they were his own kids it would be a very different story. M - Morning (What are mornings like with them?) Mornings with Ani are rare. However, when they do occur, they’re very slow. Ani makes sure of this, he doesn’t want to think of getting into trouble with his master and the council, he just wants to make the most of his time with you before it’s too late and the opportunity disappears for good. N - Nights (How are nights spent with them?) Nights with him, like the mornings, are rare. They also slow- Ani will be staying up late whilst you sleep, just making sure you sleep peacefully and so he could memorise your features. O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?) Not often. There is the rare evening you manage to coax anything out of him- but even then sentences are brief and don’t contain too much information. It takes a long time for him to feel comfortable opening up to anyone. P - Patience (How easily angered are they?) Anakin has very, very little patience. If things don’t go his way on the first or second tries, he’ll often pull himself away so as to have a break. If he doesn’t do that he usually loses his temper and is in a bad mood for the rest of the day. Q - Quizzes (How much do they remember about you?) Ani will remember odd and random pieces of information about you that have no real meaning in the practical world (Your favourite colour, your Zodiac sign,) but often forgets the bigger things (Your birthday). R - Remember (Favorite memory with you?) One of his all time favourite memories of you was when you both went stargazing over a holocom. He was on a mission at the time, and you could hardly see any stars on Coruscant, but you had some very sweet conversations that evening. S - Security (How protective are they?) Anakin is very protective. Though he may not be able to display or process positive emotions very well, the negative ones burst through the surface quite easily, particularly jealousy. He doesn’t always mean to snap at you in particular, but sometimes it happens. T - Try (How much effort do they put in?) He does try. Bless him he does. But he’s so out of touch with his emotions that he’s a little bit useless. U - Ugly (What are their bad habits?) He... Tends to drone on a bit during silent moments. It can be amusing at times, and other times it can be down right death-inducing. V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Not particularly. The only thing he really cares about (when it’s there of course) is re-doing his padawan braid with his master in the morning. W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) Indeed he would feel slightly amiss without your presence. He wouldn’t be able to function for very long. Not long at all. X - Xtra (Random HC) Anakin gets you random gifts. They’re usually very small, and you never actually receive them from him directly, but you know they’re from him. Also he shows you his rock sometimes. (If ykyk) Y - Yuck (Things they don’t like either in general or a partner?)
Sand.
On a more serious note, he doesn’t like people who don’t explain themselves after making a certain decision. It makes him quite angry, actually.
Z - Zzz (Sleep habits)
He doesn’t sleep too much or too little- but he can also fall asleep surprisingly quickly. He’s not tired or anything like that, but once he’s done staring at you sleep (When you’re sleeping together) he’s out like a light. As soon as his mind is set on it he’s gone.
AFTER MIDNIGHT (18+): GENERAL ANAKIN SKYWALKER X AMIDALA! READER (PADMÉ'S DAUGHTER)
summary: When Anakin Skywalker secretly meets with Senator Padmé Amidala, you, his daughter, demand to know why he is there. As secrets are revealed, unexpected truths come to light, leading to a new bond between you and your mother's lover. warnings: +18, age difference (reader is of legal age, Anakin must be around 30 years old), implicit cheating, slight exhibitionism, sex (p in v) word count: 5.9k a/n: So, it seems like I can’t get enough of writing about things that are probably not so appropriate. Anyway, I was taking a psychoanalysis class (Oedipus Complex? Does Freud explain it?) when this idea came up, writing about the reader being Padmé's daughter and having an affair with Anakin consumed my mind. I hope you like it ;) Kisses 💖
The lights and sounds of traffic in the capital of the galaxy never ceased; Coruscant was alive at all hours, pulsing with movement, especially in its wealthier districts. The residential apartments in Upper Coruscant stood in the heart of it all—close to the Senate, to prestigious art buildings and grand museums. It was a respectable area, one that reflected status and security. And it was the view, the way the city seemed to breathe in tandem with the rising and setting of the sun and moon, that had convinced your mother to claim this penthouse as her own.
It was past midnight when you silently slipped out of your room, careful not to disturb your mother or her maids. But as you moved through the quiet corridors, a strange sensation settled in your chest. The apartment felt empty—no Sabé, no Dormé. A little unusual, but perhaps your mother had dismissed them for the night, craving solitude. Being the senator of Naboo had brought her both admiration and danger, assassination attempts and unwavering devotion alike. Privacy was a rare luxury.
You made your way toward the kitchen, the glow of Coruscant’s night sky filtering through the grand glass walls. Then, the sound of laughter caught your attention. Voices, low and familiar, drifted from the living room. Your mother sounded… happy. Amused. Curious, you moved closer, careful to keep yourself hidden behind one of the marble pillars that framed the open space.
Padmé sat on the plush couch, close—too close—to Jedi General Anakin Skywalker. Your brow furrowed. What was he doing here at such an hour? You had seen them interact before, of course. Anakin was a regular at your mother’s gatherings, often assigned to her protection. He had even saved your reckless self more than once when you disobeyed her and wandered into the lower levels of Coruscant, only to be dragged back home by her trusted Jedi friend.
But this was different.
Your breath caught as you watched Anakin’s gloved hand slide over your mother’s, his touch deliberate, intimate. Padmé’s gaze darted to the side, a fleeting moment of nervousness before she relaxed under his touch.
“We shouldn’t, Ani. My daughter might see us,” she murmured, her voice soft but warning.
Anakin exhaled, half amusement, half exasperation. “And? Your daughter isn’t allowed to see her mother happy?”
Padmé shook her head, an affectionate yet weary look in her eyes. How was it that Anakin, despite all his wisdom and power, still found it so difficult to understand that not everything was as simple as he wanted it to be?
Unable to stay hidden any longer, curiosity clawing at your mind, you stepped out from behind the pillar, crossing the room with measured steps. The moment your presence registered, Padmé and Anakin sprang apart—your mother’s eyes widened in concern, while Anakin exhaled sharply, unmistakably annoyed by the interruption.
“Why is General Skywalker here, mom?” you asked, voice calm but laced with suspicion, an eyebrow arched as your gaze flickered between them.
“It’s nothing, dear. Just a meeting about Republic interests—boring matters you wouldn’t be interested in,” Padmé said quickly, her words rushed. She cast a fleeting glance at Anakin, silently pleading with him to hold his tongue and not shatter the delicate excuse she had conjured.
Your skepticism didn’t waver. “A meeting about the Republic, huh? Isn’t there something in the constitution that states political discussions must be held in designated locations and reported to the Chancellor to prevent betrayals from seeping into our already fragile political system?”
Padmé inwardly cursed. That youth politics camp she had enrolled you in had clearly paid off—too well, in fact. Your arguments had sharpened, your persistence growing stronger with each passing day. Normally, she would have been proud of your structured reasoning, but right now, she only wished you’d let this go.
“Dear, this isn’t a discussion for children,” Padmé said, her tone even as she stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Go to bed. We’ll talk in the morning.”
“I’m not a child anymore, mom,” you retorted, your tone remaining diplomatic despite the defiance in your words. “And your inability to provide me with a convincing explanation for this ‘secret meeting’ leads me to believe that whatever General Skywalker is doing here isn’t in the best interest of the Republic, the Jedi Council, or whichever association you plan to use as an excuse.”
Padmé sighed, retracting her hand and crossing her arms over her chest, clearly frustrated. You were getting better at this than she had anticipated. “Alright, dear, you got me,” she murmured, glancing at Anakin briefly as she searched for the right words. “Anakin is here simply as a… friend.”
“A friend?” you echoed, skepticism deepening as you looked between them. Anakin, still lounging on the couch, seemed utterly uninterested in engaging in this debate, now tired of the exchange.
“And may I ask, mom, why exactly do you need a ‘friend’ in the middle of the night?” you pressed, tilting your head slightly.
Padmé exhaled, cursing your tenacity. You had inherited her stubbornness. “It’s complicated, dear,” she said carefully, her gaze flickering toward Anakin, who rolled his eyes, clearly growing impatient with the interrogation. She longed to change the subject, but she knew you wouldn’t let it slide so easily.
“If you don’t mind, mom, I should direct my questions to your ‘friend.’ Perhaps he can come up with a more convincing lie,” you suggested smoothly, keeping your tone as diplomatic as ever.
Padmé met your gaze firmly, then sighed, softening slightly. “Alright. But don’t push too hard—and when you’re done, you’re going straight to bed,” she warned, her voice carrying a note of finality. As she turned to Anakin, she silently pleaded for him not to say anything reckless that might expose them further.
"Thank you for your cooperation, mom," you said smoothly, stepping past Padmé with an air of composed confidence as your mom left the room, your focus now entirely on the Jedi lounging casually on the couch. Your gaze lingered on him, analyzing every detail, the relaxed set of his shoulders, the flicker of amusement in his blue-gray eyes. "I thought the Jedi used Republic funds for missions to seek peace in the galaxy, not to visit a ‘friend’ in the middle of the night," you mused, your tone carrying just enough curiosity to be disarming. "But perhaps even the Jedi indulge in a little misuse of public resources."
Anakin chuckled, the smirk tugging at his lips betraying his amusement despite Padmé’s obvious tension beside him. He could feel her unease, the silent plea in the way she shifted slightly, but he couldn’t resist playing along. You reminded him so much of your mother—sharp, determined—but with a fire that burned differently.
“I wouldn’t call it an inappropriate use of resources,” he countered, mischief flickering in his expression as he awaited your response, knowing full well he was walking a precarious line.
“Oh?” you prompted, tilting your head slightly, your eyes narrowing with intrigue. “And what would you call it, General Skywalker? A transport voucher for unauthorized visits to a ‘friend’ during non-business hours?”
He laughed, shaking his head, enjoying the way you sparred with him so effortlessly. You had Padmé’s intellect, but your wit was your own, sharper and more brazen.
“Well, I like to think of it as a tactical secret meeting,” he said smoothly, holding your gaze, though a part of him was aware of how dangerously close you were to unraveling him.
Your lips twitched, not quite hiding your amusement. "Tactical? Interesting. Because in my understanding, that term refers to battle strategies, combat initiatives, or military operations." You leaned in slightly, lowering your voice, but keeping your expression light, playful. "Which clearly isn’t the case here. My mother is a senator, and while we both know she’s more than capable of handling a blaster, her battlefield is diplomacy. She’s fighting this war with negotiations, not weapons. She even filed a petition to reduce war funds, which makes it unlikely she’d suddenly abandon her progress to discuss battlefield tactics with you."
Anakin exhaled slowly, watching you with growing interest. You were relentless, unafraid to challenge him, to dissect his carefully laid excuses until they crumbled entirely. He hadn’t expected this conversation to be so intricate, but he wasn’t about to let you bet him so easily.
Keeping his smirk intact, he conceded, “Alright, you got me. This isn’t a tactical meeting.” He paused, as if crafting his next move. “Let’s call it… a diplomatic matter.”
Your eyebrow arched, that soft, knowing smile never fading. "Diplomatic? Intriguing. Because as far as I recall, Jedi involvement in politics is strictly conducted through their appointed representatives." You leaned back slightly, feigning contemplation. "And, if I remember correctly… you are not part of the Jedi Council."
A flash of irritation crossed Anakin’s face, fleeting but undeniable. You had struck a nerve, and you knew it. The reminder of his exclusion from the Council wasn’t just a simple observation—it was a wound that had never quite healed, a thorn lodged deep beneath his skin. And you, with your sharp tongue and knowing smirk, had just pressed on it.
He held your gaze, tension sparking between you like a live wire. You could almost hear the gears turning in his head, calculating his next move, deciding whether to push back or concede.
“Maybe I should give you more time to think of a coherent excuse?” you suggested, your voice sweet but laced with challenge. Your teeth caught your lower lip, an unconscious attempt to mask your growing amusement.
Anakin’s eyes flickered downward, lingering just a moment too long. That smirk of yours—how he would love to erase it, to see something else take its place. A challenge met with something far more dangerous.
The air between you crackled, and for the first time that night, it wasn’t just a battle of words you were engaged in—it was something else entirely.
"Don't worry, little girl, I don’t need any more time," Anakin countered, his voice a low, velvety drawl that reverberated through the spacious room. "But I won’t stop you from taking a moment to rethink your accusations." His words held a teasing edge, a deliberate provocation.
You rolled your eyes at his arrogance but refused to let it rattle you. Maybe you did need a break—just long enough to see how far you could push this, how much you could make him unravel. If General Skywalker wanted to keep up his facade, you would let him. For now.
“Alright,” you said softly, turning away, your movements fluid as you crossed the room to the mini bar. “I’ll get myself a drink while I wait.” You plucked a glass from the counter, the quiet clink of ice against crystal filling the room as you poured a mix of lemonade and one of the most expensive spirits your mother owned. A mint stick twirled between your fingers before you dropped it in, stirring languidly.
Anakin watched you, captivated by the ease with which you commanded the moment, as if the conversation—and him—were something you could toy with at your leisure. His eyes traced the graceful curve of your movements, the sway of your hips, the way your fingers skimmed along the bottles, seeking the right one. He looked away, exhaling slowly. The last thing he needed was to be drawn to his wife’s daughter. And yet…
“You’re rather determined to uncover the reason I’m here,” he mused, voice deceptively casual. “I wonder what’s in it for you?”
You let out a breathy laugh, rich with mirth, tilting your head as if he had just told the most amusing joke. Anakin’s brow furrowed slightly, curiosity flickering in his stormy gaze.
“Oh, I know why you’re here, General Skywalker,” you murmured, lifting your glass to your lips, sipping slowly as your eyes met his over the rim. “I just want to hear you admit it.”
His smirk deepened as he recognized the game you were playing. You were having fun watching him stumble over excuses, when all the while, you had already pieced it together. Fine. If this was a game, then he was going to play to win.
“So you think you know?” he challenged, voice thick with interest.
“Obviously.”
Anakin chuckled under his breath, finding your confidence dangerously enticing. But he wasn’t going to let you have the upper hand so easily. No, he would make you work for it. He leaned forward slightly, eyes darkening as he observed every shift in your expression, every slight movement that betrayed you.
“And yet,” he mused, standing and stepping toward you with deliberate slowness, “you still haven’t told me why I’m here.”
You twirled the mint stick between your fingers before pressing it against your lips, the gesture both innocent and tantalizing. “Don’t you Jedi have a code to follow?” you asked, feigning curiosity. “One that strictly forbids attachment?”
Anakin’s steps didn’t falter as he approached, his gaze never straying from yours. He could hear the teasing lilt in your voice, see the smug satisfaction in the way you smirked, believing you had won.
His own smirk deepened.
“I suppose you’re not wrong.”
You hummed, tilting your chin up slightly as he closed the space between you. “And as a Jedi Knight, you should already know this rule, right?” The mint stick twirled on your tongue, your voice laced with something almost dangerous.
Anakin’s eyes flicked downward, watching the movement of your lips. He exhaled sharply, the heat between you thickening. “Yes, little girl, I’m aware,” he admitted, voice dropping lower. “You’re quite the little interrogator, aren’t you?” He stepped even closer, the air between you charged with an unspoken challenge.
You held your ground, refusing to let him intimidate you, though your pulse quickened. “I wonder, are these rules mandatory… or can they be bent for personal aspirations?” you asked, your voice hushed, teasing, stepping back just as he advanced.
Anakin chuckled darkly, enjoying how you instinctively retreated, yet never truly backed down. It was thrilling, this push and pull, this careful dance between challenge and surrender. He took another step, closing the distance, his presence overwhelming as your back met the cool wall behind you. He caged you in with his arms, his hands bracing on either side of you.
“In theory, any good Jedi wouldn’t bend the rules,” he murmured, his breath ghosting against your skin. “They say breaking them leads to dangerous paths.”
Your breath hitched, your heart hammering against your ribs as the heat of his body pressed close. “And in practice?” you whispered, barely able to breathe the words.
“In practice,” he said, his gaze dipping to your lips, his voice molten, “some rules are harder to follow than others.”
The silence between you was charged, heavy with something forbidden, something electric. You could feel the warmth of his breath, the intensity of his gaze, the undeniable pull drawing you both dangerously close to the edge of something you weren’t sure either of you were ready for.
But neither of you wanted to stop.
"And don’t you think about the consequences, General Skywalker? What will happen if you get caught?" you asked carefully, using all your self-control to keep your voice from faltering under the weight of his imposing presence. Your small fingers found their way into his golden curls, gripping a handful and tilting his head back so his eyes met yours.
Anakin let out a slow, satisfied sigh, enjoying the way you pulled his hair as if you had some claim over him. Kriffing, he loved the mix of confidence and nervousness that radiated from you. His blue eyes darkened, clouded with something dangerous, and it took every ounce of restraint for him not to close the distance between you.
"Bold of you to assume that I would get caught," he murmured, his voice low, rich, that perfect cadence that sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. His gaze flickered down to your lips, lingering for a fraction too long until you finally broke the silence.
"You're not what I was expecting, General Skywalker," you admitted, your tongue flicking between your lips to moisten them.
Anakin raised a brow, his hands sliding down to grip your waist, his touch firm, possessive. "And what did you expect, little girl?"
"That you were more old-fashioned," you replied firmly, though your breath hitched as his fingers tightened around you, pulling you flush against him. A sensual sigh slipped from your lips despite yourself. "More serious and boring, like the senators my mother dated."
He chuckled, his smirk widening. How wrong you were about him.
"Oh, little girl… I can be serious when I want to," he murmured, his voice thick with promise.
Anakin leaned in, pressing you fully against the wall, his nose brushing along your jaw, his breath fanning hot against your ear, making your pulse race.
"But boring?" he whispered, his lips grazing just close enough to tease. "Definitely not."
“I have my doubts,” you retorted softly, your voice stuttering for a moment as his breath brushed against that sensitive spot on your neck.
Anakin chuckled against your ear as he heard your voice break, your stubbornness making the situation more appealing to him. His grip on your hips tightened slightly, his large fingers digging into your skin through the thin fabric of your nightgown.
“Don’t worry, little girl, I’ve my ways to make that for you,” he promised, his voice low and seductive as he trailed his nose from your jaw to your neck.
“And how do you expect to prove that, General Skywalker?” you urged, your breath coming in short pants at the anticipation that was building between you.
Anakin's smile widened as he heard the breathless anticipation in your voice, feeling your body trembling against him. He could practically taste your excitement, your desire, and it only fueled his own growing lust. His grip on your hips tightened possessively, fingers sinking into the soft, yielding flesh through the thin nightgown that separated you.
"Oh, I'll show you exactly how un-boring I can be, little girl," Anakin murmured, his deep voice dripping with sensual promise. He nipped at your earlobe before trailing his lips down the column of your neck, leaving a path of goosebumps in his wake. "I'm not like those stuffy senators your mother used to date. I'm a man of action, of passion..."
His hand slid up from your hip, skimming along your side until he reached the swell of your breast. He cupped it firmly, thumb brushing over the hardening peak of your nipple through the flimsy fabric. Anakin groaned softly at the feel of you, desire coursing through his veins like lava.
"And I always follow through on my promises," he growled, his blue eyes blazed with intensity as he captured your lips in a scorching kiss, plundering your mouth with his tongue. One hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss, while the other hand continued its exploration of your curves.
Anakin walked you backwards until he pinned you in the wall with his muscular body. He could feel every inch of your softness molding against him, and it took every ounce of his self-control not to tear the nightgown off you and take you right then and there.
Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips down your neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. "I want to worship every inch of you, little girl," he rasped, his voice rough with desire.
“Is this what you call diplomacy, General Skywalker?” You managed to retort, although your voice was trembling from the intensity of his kisses.
Anakin smiles grew wider, amused by your feisty response even as he felt the tremor in your voice and the way your fingers clung to his robes. It only spurred him on, igniting the hunger within him.
"Oh, this is just the beginning, little girl," he purred, his hot breath ghosting over your racing pulse. "Diplomacy is about finding common ground, compromising, negotiation..." His hand slid down to grip your thigh, lifting your leg to wrap around his hip as he pressed himself against your core. You could feel the hard evidence of his arousal, even through the confines of his jedi clothes.
"And I intend to make sure we both find our pleasure tonight," Anakin promised, his voice a low, seductive rumble. He rocked his hips against yours, letting you feel every thick inch of him. His other hand slid up your side to cup your breast again, thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling your nipple between them until it pebbled beneath his touch.
"This is about something far more primal, little girl. Something raw and intense..." He captured your lips again, kissing you with a fierce, desperate hunger. His tongue delved into your mouth, stroking along yours, coaxing you to respond in kind.
“Anakin,” you moaned softly, before correcting yourself under his intense gaze, your entire body softening under his touch. "General Skywalker, we can't, my mom is here"
Anakin froze for a moment, your words piercing through the haze of lust that clouded his mind. He had let himself get so carried away, so consumed by desire that he had temporarily forgotten about the most important woman in his life - his wife, Padmé. Guilt and panic surged through him, even as his body still ached with want.
"Shh, don't worry, little girl. I'll make sure you stay quiet... one way or another." His hand slid down to grip your thigh, hiking your leg up higher around his waist as he pressed himself firmly against your core.
He captured your lips in another burning kiss, swallowing any protests or moans that might have escaped you. His other hand slid under your nightgown to palm the soft globe of your ass, kneading the supple flesh. He ground against your, the thick ridge of his erection throbbing with need.
Anakin's mind raced, trying to think of how to proceed without alerting Padmé. He knew you had to be quick and quiet. Breaking the kiss, he scooped you up into his arms, carrying you towards the closest bathroom.
"Wrap your arms around my neck," he instructed softly, his voice strained with barely contained desire. "And keep those pretty lips of yours busy, little girl."
Anakin carried you to the bathroom, kicking the door to shut behind you, the soft click of the lock sounding obscenely loud in the charged silence. He set you down on the cool marble countertop, your nightgown riding up your thighs.
His hands slid up your smooth legs, pushing the fabric out of the way as he stepped between them. He cupped your face, tilting your chin up to capture your mouth in a hungry, desperate kiss. His tongue delved past your lips, stroking along yours, your sweet sounds giving him all he needed to continue.
Anakin's hands slid down to the straps of your nightgown, pushing them off your shoulders. The garment slipped down, baring the creamy swells of your breasts to his heated gauze. He pulled back just enough to drink in the sight of you , his blue eyes dark with lust.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he rasped, his voice low and rough with desire. His calloused thumbs brushed over your nipples, feeling them pebble under his touch. Leaning down, he took one into his mouth, sucking and flicking the sensitive bud with his tongue.
Anakin's other hand slid between your thighs, pushing your panties aside. His fingers found your slick folds, stroking through the wetness he found there. He groaned against your breast, feeling your arousal coating his digits.
"That's it, little girl," he praised softly, circling your clit with the pad of his thumb. "You're so ready for me already, aren't you?" He slipped a finger inside your tight heat, pumping it slowly, teasingly. "I'm going to make you feel so good, baby. So fucking good..."
Your small fingers pushed at the robes of his Jedi clothes, Anakin smiled at your eager touch, amused and aroused by your desperation. He caught your wrists in his large hands, pinning them above your head as he pressed himself more firmly against you.
"Mmm, and I love it," he growled, his voice low and rough with desire. "I love seeing you so hungry for it, so needy..."
His other hand slid down to the fastenings of his robes, quickly unlacing them. He shrugged the garment off, letting it pool on the floor at his feet. Beneath, he wore only a pair of simple black pants, the fabric straining over his thick, hard cock.
Anakin guided your hand to palm him through the fabric, groaning at the contact. He was so big, so hot and hard, pulsing with need. He rocked into your touch, seeking more friction.
"That's it, little girl. Feel how much I want you," he urged, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "I'm going to stretch this tight little pussy around my cock..."
He pushed your panties down your thighs, baring you completely to his heated gauze. Anakin took himself in hand, rubbing the swollen head of his cock through your slick folds, coating himself in your arousal.
You smiled softly, your air of confidence still remained, although a slight blush crept across your cheeks and chest. “you’re wearing a lot of clothes” You whimpered lustfully, your small fingers playing with the collar of Anakin's shirt.
Anakin smirked at your breathy observation, his eyes darkened with lust at the sight of your blush spreading across your creamy skin. "Not for long, little girl," he promised, his voice a low, seductive growl.
He took your hands and guided them to the hem of his shirt, encouraging you to remove it. You eagerly tugged at the fabric, your small fingers brushing against his toned chest as you revealed his sculpted abs and the defined lines of his torso.
Anakin shrugged the shirt off, letting it fall to the floor beside his robes. He stood before you, his powerful body on full display - all hard muscle and smooth, tanned skin. The scars from battles past only added to its rugged appeal.
His hands slid up your thighs, pushing them further apart as he stepped closer, the thick ridge of his erection pressing against your slick cunt. Anakin gripped your hips, pulling your flush against him as he claimed your mouth again, again and again.
He nipped at your bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue, his hands roaming your curves possessively. "I'm going to mark every inch of this gorgeous body," he murmured against your lips, his voice rough with desire. "I want to see you flushed and trembling with need, begging for my cock..."
You tugged on Anakin's hair, your small fingers tangling in his sand-blonde locks to tilt his neck to the side. Your lips found the sensitive skin of his neck, nibbling gently, the moans that escaped his lips only encouraging you to continue. "General Skywalker, I need you, please"
Anakin groaned, his head falling back as your lips and teeth worked over the sensitive skin of his neck. The feeling of your small fingers tangling in his hair, tugging him closer, only inflamed his desire.
"Fuck," he gasped, his hips jerking forward as you nibbled and sucked at his throat. "You don't know how badly I need you too, little girl."
His large hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling your flush against him. He could feel every inch of your soft, warm body molding against his hard frame. Anakin's control was slipping, his hunger for you consuming him.
"I'm going to take you right here, little girl," he growled, his voice strained with barely contained lust. "I'm going to fuck you until you forget everything but the feel of my cock inside you."
Anakin captured your lips in a bruising kiss, plundering your mouth with his tongue. He hitched your leg up higher around his hip, the head of his cock nudging against your cunt. With one hard thrust, he sheathed himself inside your tight, wet heat.
"Ah, fuck!" he cried out softly, his eyes squeezing shut at the incredible sensation of your walls gripping him. "You feel so fucking good, little girl. So perfect around my cock."
He began to move, thrusting into you with deep, powerful strokes. The bathroom filled with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin and your ragged breaths and muffled moans. Anakin set a relentless pace, determined to bring them both to the edge of ecstasy and pleasure, your moans sounding like a sinful melody in his ears.
Anakin quickly covered your mouth with his large hand, muffling your increasingly loud moans and whimpers. His blue eyes flashed with a mix of lust and concern, realizing you needed to be more discreet.
"Shh, I know, little girl. You'll have to be quiet for me," he murmured, his thumb brushing over your plump bottom lip. "Can't have your mother hearing what a dirty girl you are for me."
He continued to thrust into you, his hips rolling in a steady, deep rhythm. The new angle allowed him to hit that special spot inside you with each push, making your toes curl and your back arch off the countertop.
Anakin leaned down to capture your nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking the hardened bud with his tongue. His free hand slid between your sweat-slicked bodies to rub tight circles over your clit, wanting to feel you come undone around him.
"That's it, little girl. Take my cock," he urged, his voice a low, seductive growl. "I can feel you getting closer. Gonna make this tight little pussy mine."
He could feel his own release approaching, his balls drawing up tight as he chased your shared pleasure. Anakin knew he wouldn't last much longer, not with how incredible you felt wrapped around him, your silky walls fluttering and clenching his throbbing length.
Anakin slowed his thrusts, fighting to regain some semblance of control as he felt your body tensing and trembling beneath him. He wanted to draw out your pleasure, to make this moment last as long as possible.
"Shh, relax baby," he cooed softly, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "We have all night. No need to rush." He knew this was a lie, but right now he was too high to care about the risk.
He gentled his touch, trailing his fingers along your side in a feather-light caress. Anakin's lips brushed against your temple, your cheek, before capturing your mouth in a slow, sensual kiss. He poured all his restraint and self-control into the kiss, trying to calm your racing heart.
His hips continued to move, but with deliberate slowness. Each thrust was measured, each roll of his pelvis designed to stoke the embers of your desire rather than fan them into a raging inferno. Anakin wanted to feel every inch of you, to savor the way your body yielded to his touch.
He slid a hand up to cup your breast, kneading the soft mound and toying with your nipple. He could feel it pebbling under his touch, could feel the way her back arched to press yourself more fully into his palm.
"That's it, sweetheart. Let me feel you," Anakin murmured against your lips, his breath mingling with yours. "I want to feel every inch of you, every little tremor and shiver."
He continued his sensual touch, determined to drive you to the brink of madness with pleasure. His cock pulsed inside you, thick, hard and ready, but he held it back, waiting for the perfect moment to let you both tumble over the edge.
Anakin felt your body go rigid beneath him, your walls clamping down around his cock as your climax crashed over you. He muffled your cries of rapture with his mouth, swallowing your moans and whimpers as he thrust deep, burying himself to the hilt inside your spasming heat.
"Fuck, baby!" he gasped, his own release slamming into him like a freight train. His cock jerked and throbbed as he spilled himself inside you, coating your walls with his hot seed. Anakin's hips jerked erratically, each spurt of his climax prolonging your own as he filled you up.
He held you close, one hand tangling in your hair as the other gripped your hip, pulling you tight against him. Anakin pressed soft kisses along your neck and collarbone, murmuring words of praise and adoration against your skin. "That's my good girl. You took me so well, I'm proud of you, little girl"
As your breathing slowly returned to normal, Anakin gently eased out of you, his softening length slipping from your well-used cunt. He tucked your head under his chin, holding you close as he gathered you into his arms.
"I know we can't tell anyone about this, but I want you to know that I... I care for you deeply, little girl. More than I should," he admitted softly, his voice filled with a mix of tenderness and lingering desire. "You've gotten under my skin in a way no one else has."
You smiled softly, your cheeks colored with a post-orgasmic blush. "I admit it, you're not boring, General Skywalker, I hope my mom stays with you"
Anakin chuckled softly, a genuine smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he looked down at your flushed face. He tucked a stray strand behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your flushed cheek.
“I’m glad you don’t find me boring, little girl,” he murmured, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief and delight. “And I certainly hope your mother stays with me too… for many reasons.”
He winked at you, the implication clear in his tone. Anakin knew he would have to be more careful in the future, to find ways to be alone with you without arousing Padmé’s suspicions. But for now, he was content to hold you close, to bask in the afterglow of your passionate encounter.
"Get some rest, little one," Anakin murmured, his voice a soothing lull, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. "We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow. And who knows? Maybe another opportunity will arise for a... more private conversation."
The weight of his words hung in the air, thick with unspoken promise. Before you could respond, he effortlessly scooped you into his arms, cradling you as if you were something precious. With careful ease, he carried you back to your room, his warmth lingering even as he gently laid you down on the soft sheets.
Pulling the covers over you, his fingers brushed against your skin, lingering just a moment longer than necessary. His gaze softened, shadows playing across his features as he took in the sight of you nestled in bed.
"I'll be in the next room if you need me," he assured, his voice a low, velvety whisper. He leaned down once more, his lips pressing another delicate kiss to your forehead, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.
"Sweet dreams, little girl," he murmured, stepping back, his presence retreating into the dim glow of the corridor as he left you to the embrace of sleep.
I made Anakin Skywalker in his Clone Wars armor in Destiny 2. I love the way he turned out. My Bungie name is even Anakin Slywalker and my clan I made is named is “Jedi’s Destiny” 🛸🦾🪐
I made my all time favorite fictional character The Chosen One Anakin Skywalker in Starfield.