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I now have a MAJOR dirty talking kink 😭 So when I write for Ani again, which will be smut and hell, for the later planned First Glance parts, it will become MANDATORY for me to produce a dirty-talking Ani, and that's it. Thanks Janitor Ai 😀

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Getting Them Pets! (Part One!)

Kylo Ren: Long ago, you decided to aim for getting something special for him. You had no idea what, so you did some searching and studying, going to different systems and stars to determine what pet would make the best for Kylo. Going out in the middle of the morning to search the planets certainly alarmed Kylo, but upon telling him you were 'gathering researching' on something that heavily interested you, he relaxed.

After an infuriating amount of research, studying and writing, you managed to find something perfect: A dog, a Basenji. Curious, affectionate, intelligent, quiet, alert and low maintenance. Perfect for Kylo. Once you got a male, red in color and small in size, Kylo looked at you. "This is yours?" He asked, his voice perplexed. "Ours." You corrected, a smile on your face as you handed the puppy to your boyfriend. Kylo inspected the dog for a bit, before softening and cradling the dog, his face compassionate and kind. Teary-eyed, he thanked you.

Armitage Hux: How on Earth you managed to convince him of getting a pet? No idea. How did you even get the pet in? A mystery. But you did. A ginger cat, matching his Armitage's ginger hair. Seeing the cat, Armitage looked at you, as if disgusted by the gesture, but you know he would crack. "It's for you, and me." You hand him the kitten and his facade is immediately cracked.

He leans into give you a kiss while holding the precious kitty, the kiss a bit aggressive as he practically mashes your lips together but then it softens and deepens. "I love you." He whispers softly, cherishing you and the cat.

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A\N: Part two out Monday! Love you guys <3

First Glance (Part Four)

The moment the both of you landed on Tatooine, you were hit by the air-thinning heat and seemingly endless sand. Well, at least now you know why Anakin hates sand. As you both hop out, Anakin leads you into the tiny hut of his house.

Following him, you can see a droid, one that was very obviously unfinished; loose wires, no plates and a very bad paint job, as the droid was a charcoal black. "Oh! Hello there! I'm C-3PO human-cyborg relations." The droid speaks in a sort of Victorian way. Anakin smiles at the droid. "Nice to see you, again." It takes the droid a moment to realize. "Master Ani! It has been so long!" 3PO cries out happily. "Who is this?" The droid inquires, turning slightly to you. "A friend of mine. A close one." You turn to 3PO, smiling warmly. "I'm Y\N. A padawan."

"A padawan? Hello!" Anakin walks into the doorframe, holding your hand to lead you through. "What is it now?" A voice grumbled frustratingly, only to see a man in a wheelchair, no more than fifty, wheeling his chair to the entryway, where you and Anakin stand. "What are- Anakin?" The man questions. "Lars, is that your name?" Anakin says, huffing slightly. "Uh yes. Are you Anakin Skywalker?" The man queried once more. "Yes." Anakin answered simply. "Oh. I've heard of you." He wheels his chair back more and more into the kitchen, looking over his shoulder before gazing back at you both.

"I've come here for my mother, where is she?" Just as Anakin had asked the burning question he had spent nights wondering of, a woman walked in, a woman with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. "Cliegg, I-" She stopped short and the sight of you and Anakin, two Jedi trainee's. "Anakin, this is my wife, Aika. Aika, this is Shmi's son, Anakin." Aika nodded slightly, walking closer to her husband. "Hello." She greets softly. Anakin nods and then studies Cliegg once more.

"Where is my mom? And why are you talking about her like that?" Anakin demands, his tone rising slowly. You place a hand on his shoulder, attempting to calm him down. "You'd better sit down." Warns Cliegg, motioning to the couple of chairs in front of him. Sitting down directly next to each other, Anakin's eyes, now a piercing blue, stared down Cliegg, sort of like a prey. "When Watto sold your mother, I bought her. We fell in love and got married, and one night, once I was sleeping, Shmi was stolen, taken. I looked and looked and looked, and couldn't find anything, and with my leg and the fact these people could be anywhere, Anakin, I-" Cliegg was interrupted by Anakin's now booming voice. "By who?!"

Aika flinched and gripped Cliegg's shoulder, her eyes darting from Anakin to yours, her blue eyes frightened and startled. Cliegg takes a moment to answer. "The sandpeople." Anakin grits his teeth. You look at Cliegg for a second, "How long has it been since Shmi was taken?" Cliegg takes a sharp breath. "Months." Anakin let's out a low scoff and then heads outside, you take a moment before following him.

Catching up to him, you grasp his hand in yours, and he lets out a low sigh, visibly relaxing. "I don't understand... what would they want with her?" Anakin questions softly, taking you into an embrace. "I don't know." You say in response just as gently. "I have to find her." He announces to you, the determination in his voice evident. "What? Anakin, don't." He breaks away from the hug. "Why not? I don't have the right to find my own mother? To know what happened to her?" His voice cracks slightly, hiding his rage.

"Of course you do! But, what if she doesn't want you to know?" You argue, voice rising as well. "Why wouldn't she want me to?! She is MY mother! You don't even know her." He practically shouts at you, you close your mouth and lean back, completely silent. He sighs audibly and then turns away, running his hands through his hair. You, completely silent, just walks away, back inside. Anakin takes a moment to compose himself, but instead of apologizing, he makes an impulsive decision.

Checking to see if his lightsaber was still on his hip, he hops into his speeder and then zooms away. Hearing the noise, you run to see what it was, at the sight of Anakin zooming away, the feeling brings a strange sense of hurt. What was the point? Of coming here? If Anakin was just going to zoom off from you, as if you had a disease or something?

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A\N: Cliffhanger! Part five out tomorrow, and that is supposed to be the falling action of this series, so it may take a bit to make.

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.....Who told you?

It's Your Birthday Scenarios!

Anakin Skywalker: In the early parts of your relationship when you told him your birthday and in exchange he told you his, he silently vowed to be the knight in shining armor for you and your special day. You were his special cupcake, his own bag of sugar, so why should you not be treated as such?

Anakin spent his time at The Temple planning to take a trip to the forest, to refresh yourselves from the busy air of Coruscant and retire to the green shrubs and swaying trees in the breeze. It was perfect. In his side of the dresser at the house, he carried with him a small box that contained a custom-made ring for you, a symbol that celebrated you. Not marriage, engagement, no, you. His sweetheart, his weakness.

On the morning of your birthday, Anakin ushered you immediately to the kitchenette and seated you at one of the chairs, and in front of you lay your favorite food, freshly made with a side of cold juice. You smile up at him, even in the peeking sunlight, with your hair tousled and barely brushed from sleep, you looked just as you did when he met you. Absolutely divine. He just stared at you, entranced by the image of you in such a picture as you ate, savoring the food and occasionally reaching for the drink.

Dressed and ready for the hike in the forest and vacation essentially, Anakin drove you both there in his speeder, touching down in a few minutes, he moved to help you out and your hike began, with breaks to rest, drink some water or to admire how the trees, bushes and small plants and flowers took in and seemingly also enjoyed the bright, blue day. How your eyes gazed around, wanting to take in everything and the smile that always managed to creep onto your features when you could see the naked beauty of the plantation. It filled him with pride. Once you guys stopped for a break, Anakin took out a pocket knife, carving roughly into the tree both of your initials and then turning back to you, showing you his work. You giggled at his cheesy move but it melted your heart.

Hours later, when you both arrived home, exhausted from hiking, Anakin took to grab the box of your ring. As you relaxed on the couch, sipping some water as you curled your legs closer to you for warmth, he sat beside you, taking your hand into his, slipping the small box into your palm. Confused, you bring it to your eyes and raise an eyebrow at him, he grins at you widely, urging you to explore what was inside. And as you did, it revealed the ring. You gasp and immediately tell him it's beautiful but you cannot accept it. He laughs and then pulls you closer, bringing his lips to your ear, whispering: "No. I want you to have it. It's yours."

Luke Skywalker: You were awoken out of your pleasant dream by a startling noise of Luke's gleeful scream. Eyes widened in concern and fear you ask, "What is it, Luke?!" Fearing the worst, you move to where you saw him and he turned to you, smiling ear to ear as he picked you up and spun you around. "It's nothing bad, Y\N! It's just.... it's your birthday!" You chuckle, momentarily confused before remembering that it indeed was, as he placed you back down. "Right. So, what's Obi-Wan having you do today?" You ask, stretching and moving to access the kitchen and the stove.

"Oh? Nothing." Luke answers, right behind you as he takes a seat at the table. "Nothing? Why?" You ask, skeptically, as you start cracking a few eggs on the corner of the table. "Because, Y\N, I'm spending it with you, of course. I got a plan. We're going cruising in my speeder." You smile to yourself, waiting for the pan to heat up on the stove and starting to whisk the eggs. "Really? Where to?" At this Luke seems to not have thought it out. "Um... well, where do you wanna go? This is your special day, after all." You shake your head at this and turn to him. "I don't have to go anywhere special for my birthday, Luke. I don't want to. All I want is to spend time with you, and if you want to go around in your cruiser, I'm fine with that." He nods, the corner of his eyes twitching into a smile. "Got it." Finishing with the eggs, some milk and a form for each of you, you place a plate in front of each of you and sit down, taking some egg on your fork and eating it.

A few minutes later, after making some small talk, Luke clears his plate and jumps to his feet. "I'll get the speeder ready." He informs you before hurriedly washing his plate, fork and cup, placing them back into the cabinet and rushing out. You were fine with spending time with him? So was he! He gazed out at the blazing suns and the miles of nothing but hot sand in every direction from the house and started the speeder, equipped with water. He knew you were going to have to get dressed out of your pajamas and took that greatly, sitting in the driver's seat, hand on the wheel as he leaned back against the comfortable seat. Waiting.

Eventually, you did show and hopped into the passenger seat next to him. He began zooming, and the warm, rushing air in both of your faces felt refreshing and exhilarating. You looked to the side behind you and relished in the sense of adventure it provided you. You saw the wide smile on Luke's face and felt his hand creep onto your thigh as he looked at you, mouthing the words, "I love you."

Obi-Wan Kenobi: He got home from a meeting at the Temple and although not tired, he would have not protested with a quick nap with you. But he reminded himself to give you the present he has been saving up for a few months ago in preparation for this day. Obi-Wan announced his arrival and was as glad as he always was when he saw you rushing out to greet him, pulling him into a tight, secure and excited hug. "Obi, there you are!" He chuckled and placed a hand on the top of your head. "Hey, honey. Happy Birthday, yeah? Here." He handed you a cute box that jiggled as you took it. You took the top off and found that it was a box of pins to clip onto your shirts. They varied in size, shape or graphic detail.

You were aware of Obi-Wan's tendencies to pick up such things as this by default, like it was not anything to him, and whenever you asked, he would always say something along the lines of, "Oh, it's a collectible item, I'm sure you know that." And you never said anything else about it. It was cute, you thought and now, as he was giving you all the pins he has collected for as long as you could remember, it was more than cute, it was a symbol of his little habits in a cute little box. And that meant the world and more to you. You pull him into an even tighter hug and giggle. "It's perfect!" And he wrapped his arms around you as well. "I'm glad."

JUSTICE FOR HAYDEN!

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I just read the article on Hayden's assault and was told by my mutuals and I have never been so disgusted. Why would someone hurt a figure, an icon with such a positive impact? Who could even think to do such a thing? I am so glad to have been made aware of this and be a member of the Hayden Christensen appreciation fandom because things like this need to be addressed IMMEDIATELY.

I hate how this girl is going and DENYING it all over Facebook. If you have the balls to do it, why not say that you did? It's vile. But to also say that you are going to file a harassment lawsuit against him? What the actual fuck? Apparently he was taken to a secured room for 2 hours and he chose to go on with the meet. I mean, this man is truly the definition of an angel and I LOVE him.

I've heard from multiple accounts that he stays late to make sure that he has met and lightened people's days up, and that makes me truly want to cry. I wanted to just spread the word to those who are unaware but also love Hayden like me. So, please, spread the hashtag: #HaydenWeLoveU and dedicate this to saying kind things about him.

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When you text me what you want to collab on 🙄

Childhood Promises (Part 2)

The beginning of the year and semester preparation was always a time of rambunctiousness. Diagon Alley bustling with magical children, witches and wizards from all ages and grades rushing to get their supplies or find something that might pique their interests.

It was coming up on the beginning of year for you, now in your fifth year at Hogwarts. You had decided to go get your needed items with the Weasley's, Hermione and Harry. The family had used Floo powder to travel and after finding Harry in Knockturn Alley by Hagrid, you were sure to follow the one of the most important rules of travelling by Floo: Speak clearly.

As Mrs. Weasley heads off with Ginny, Mr. Weasley with Hermione's parents, Percy wandering off and Ron, Hermione and Harry exploring, that only left George, Fred and you. What better to do than spend time with your two childhood best friends? "So, what shall we do?" Inquires George, his hands in the pockets of his jeans. Fred shrugs. "How about we go check on that little joke shop you guys fancy?" You ask with a raised eyebrow. "Sounds good." The twins recite in unison.

And so the three of you set off, occasionally pointing to something that would interests you all. At the same time you guys pass an empty alley, Fred and George manage to slip in with you and place you against the walls, moving close to your face. You let out a surprised yelp but then quickly settle down. "What's this about?" You question. "Just wanted to spend some time with our best friend." Fred replies in a falsely innocent tone, his hand tracing around your waist. You stare at them, puzzled. "We need to get our stuff, and hit up the shop, why're you trying to procrastinate?"

George sighs and points to the nearby shop of Borgin and Burkes, revealing a boy you had spoken about frequently in your last year, the boy whom you proclaimed to be in love with. You let out a mix of a huff and scoff, partially embarrassed that they had managed to remember what he looked like, but also not believing how they did. "Remember our promise?" Whispered Fred in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Yeah, but he was from last year, how does that count?" With a wide grin, George replies. "It just does, sweetheart."

And with that, Fred began to practically devour your lips in that passionate, fiery and possessive kiss you had found yourself longing for unknowingly. You had responded immediately, your hands flying to find purchase on either of his cheeks, urging him subtly. His hands roam your body with no real aim, but the heat rising between you both was almost palpable. After a few scorching moments, he pulled his away, his lips went and red with the ferocity in which he had dived in with, he panted slightly, taking in a huge breath. You stared up at him, not able to form words to describe or even knowing what to say after something as speechless as that.

George takes this moment to gift you with a mesmerizing kiss of his own, his finger sliding under your chin, lifting it up featherly. He leans down, pressing a hand to the wall of the alley in which you were against and another to your upper waist, holding you steady while capturing your lips in a sweet, everlastingly tender kiss causing electric sparks to seemingly emit from every one of his touches makes contact with your burning skin. "Hey, c'mon. We gotta go back to Mum or she'll flip, think we kidnapped Y\N or something.." Urges Fred, tapping George on his shoulder as he strolls out of the alley. With a grumble, George reluctantly pulls away, following Fred out of the alley with an hand on the top of your head, ruffling it playfully.

Your thoughts dwell on the heatedly jealous kisses from the twins and you smile to yourself, biting your lip slightly as you both finally go to regroup with the Weasley's and begin to gather your supplies.

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Awaited Part 2!