“i’m A Person And My Name Is Anakin.” 🥺

*Spoilers

Alright season 4 of stranger things was something else.. BUT let's talk about

THIS MAN

And nothing will change that

if anyone else has any ideas please send them in, i’m having a bit of writers block atm ugh 🥺

zane always

quick question for the ninjago fans or my mutuals can you tell me your favorite character bc I keep seeing so many zane fans I think they might make the majority

Drunk On You || Peter Quill x Reader

A/N: So this is just a random, short oneshot. I really cannot explain myself. 

Warnings: Smut, Overstimulation

Pairing: Peter Quill x Reader

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we had each other, that was all.

Huc

Pairing : Anakin Skywalker x Sith! Reader (part 2)

Warnings: violence, mentions of death, blood, flashbacks, angst, there will be a part 3

Summery: The Jedi council find out about (y/n)’s turn to the dark side, and trust Anakin to bring her back.

Authors note: I don’t like this chapter 🤷🏻‍♀️

Anakin dressed and left the room in a hurry, not realizing how early it was, he found Masters Kenobi, Windu, and yoda in the great hall quickly, they all sensed his unease. Kenobi was the first to speak moving towards him worriedly.

“What is it, Anakin?” He asked his young apprentice.

“It’s (y/n), she’s gone...” he said looking at them, master Windus face dropping, Anakin could practically see his heart drop at the mention of his apprentices disappearance. Yoda turned to him and hummed seeing his face.

“You know her best Master Windu, where would she have gone?” yoda asked looking at the older Jedi. Who shook his head, he blamed himself for this, he saw it coming yet he could not stop it.

“I believe she’s turned to the dark side, master.” Anakin said, causing yoda to sigh and nod, he saw it coming as well but he did not think it would be so soon. Obi-wan looked at him and sighed.

“You’re sure?” He asked concern laced his voice, as he knew what this meant.

“Tell us everything, young skywalker.” Windu said pulling himself back together as they entered the council chambers.

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After Anakin explained everything... well mostly everything, a search for her and her master had been set out, being led by Kenobi and Anakin. They had no knew who her master could have been or how she was found by him, and Windus favorite question, what made her turn. She was always so quiet and calm, she peaceful when she wasn’t in battle. She was the perfect jedi, or at least he thought.

They’d spent weeks trying to find her and ended up coming to nothing, every thing they thought they knew, everything Anakin swore he knew, was a lie. So when the trail went cold and it seemed as tho she left the galaxy, they gave up. Finding leads with General Grievous instead, and making their way to Utapau in search for him.

Months had past since (y/n) left and they needed to move on, specially since knowing where grievous was could help find (y/n), a search Anakin secretly never gave up on. He had high hopes she would be on Utapau if things worked how he and Obi-Wan thought they were. But as they stood hidden uncle the meeting General Grievous was having she was not there, not even a sign of her.

“What should we do master?” Anakin asked quietly as they watched the meeting, General Grievous walked back and forth telling them all they would be heading to Mustafar, for safety.

“Wait till everyone leaves, we will have better chances. Then we will attack the General.” He said looking at a Anakin then back at the large group of people and droids. The meeting continued for a few more minutes and just as everyone was about to leave, standing up, they could hear a door open and everyone got back into their seats sitting with much better posture then before. Someone important entered the room and Anakin and Obi-Wan couldn’t believe their eyes.

She wore all black, with a caper flowing behind her. Her hair was much longer then he remembered and he focused on the sounds her heels made as they clicked on the floor, he couldn’t see her face but she even made Grievous stiffen up, he honestly wondered if this was really the girl he knew, if this was the girl he thought he loved.

“Darth Sirphona...” General Grievous said bowing his head slightly towards her. Once her and her guards reached his side they lowered their weapons not seeing him as a threat to her.

“General Grievous, “ she looked him up and down, the stern look that coated her face sent fear threw him. Her could tell what was about to happen, she raised her hand, shifting the force around the Generals throat. Even tho he was a droid she was choking him, slowly shutting down his mechanical being. “You failed me...” she said and he reached up grasping at nothing to try and loosen the bonds she put around him. “I asked you for one simple thing and you let it escape!” She yelled, everyone in the room radiating fear as her voice boomed.

“I-I’m sorry I was ca-caug-“ she threw him back and almost all of his droids raised their weapons at her.

“You are sorry for nothing! I asked you to bring him to me and you don’t even know where he is!” She yelled and Anakin looked at Obi-Wan

“ she’s the one who wanted the Chancellor....” he said looking his master. Obi-wan nodded in surprise, he thought he knew her, this wasn’t her.

“H-He’s strong, my lord.” He said standing back up, the droids lowering their weapons. She rolled her eyes, sensing his presence, she smiled.

“Yes... and you are about to see how strong.” She smirk and looked over her shoulder, her yellow eyes standing out like never before. “Oh Anakin, you think you can hide from me?”

It took him by surprise, him and Obi-Wan both stood jumping down onto the floor of the room, the councilors fled the room quickly to go to Mustafar. Leaving droids, General Grievous and ‘Darth Sirphona’. Obi-Wan nodded getting a small salute, he was never good in awkward situations like this.

“Hello there!” He said smiling, and giving a nod, he almost caused (y/n) to chuckle at his response, no one really caught it but Anakin, that crack in her act.

“General Kenobi...” Grievous said, the droids moving away from them understanding that Grievous wants to fight kenobi. Anakin’s eyes trailed (y/n)’s figure as he and Obi-Wan let their robes fall to the floor ready to fight. She rolled her eyes and let her cape fall to the metal floor of the room, exposing the tight black uniform she wore under it. It caught his attention more then it should have, maybe that was the point, the way the silver belt wrapped around her waist perfectly, the way the fabric wrapped around her neck but not her shoulders. She was stunning even like this, but he knew if he became distracted by this he wouldn’t make it.

“I think you know where this is going, my lord.” Grievous said looking down at her.

“Of course I do, “ she replied moving her hand out, her lightsaber flying into it from the waist of one of her guards. “But I came prepared.” She finished as the double sided blade lit up red in her hands, sparking the interest and instinct of the Jedi’s who instantly drew their weapons.

“Skywalker is mine.” She days and the fighting began, she lunged at snaking being fought of easily, he knew her attacks like the back of his hand, however he did not know her weapon. It was a red burning rod of fight coming from the small handle that she moved so skillfully.

Obi-wan got separated from Anakin as they fought skillfully against the enemy, clashing and hitting each other. Anakin didn’t even notice how far away Obi-Wan had become until he was near the edge of the over look with (y/n). (Y/n) and Anakin fought against each other like they’d been doing it their whole life, not a single his was landed onto the others skin so far, they knew how to counter act each other quickly. Knew how to break away.

“Why are you doing this?!” He said as their lightsabers met in a fit of light in front of their faces. He could see it in her eyes, the change, the fury, the power she held.

“I have the whole galaxy at my finger tips as a jedi...” she said turning quickly away from him standing away protectively. “Yet I could not have the few things I wanted...”

“And what are those?” He asked as the two slowly circled each other.

“What everybody wants, Anakin.” She said as her lightsaber met his again. “Power” and again. “Freedom” and again, this time gripping his collar, making Anakin realize where he stood. “And to be able to love without consequence...” she let go of his collar and he dropped down off the overlook. She stood over the edge watching him fall to his death, but it was in that moment something clicked in her and she jumped after him.

She watched as his lightsaber activated again stabbing threw his side as he was met with the hard grown of the pit, she landed on her feet easily, snapping her lightsaber back onto her side as she ran to him.

“Anakin!” She said kneeling beside him using a rock to prop him up, he was barley breathing and had a large wound on his side from the lightsaber, by the looks he wasn’t going to make it, but she wasn’t about to let that happen. His eyes started to fall heavy and he moved his hand to grip hers as tightly as he could. “I’m so sorry...” she said, he could almost see the yellow leave her eyes as she said it, she meant it. It reminded him of the first time she had actually hurt him in training.

“I’ve been thinking!” She said as she sat next to Anakin, her hair braided neatly as always, her white outfit clean as if it was just made.

“About?” He said smiling at her.

“What if we use the beskar staffs?” She said and he raised his eyebrows expecting something much different.

“Can you handle the beskar staffs?” He asked causing her to scoff and cross her arms looking at him.

“Can you?” She said making him chuckle.

“Let’s find out.” He said taking her hand and going to the court yard.

He grabbed an older staff that has Ancient writings on it, while hers had the markings of the Jedi, it almost shined in her small hands when she picked it up, or so he thought. They got into their passions and readied themselves.

“Don’t go easy on me, Skywalker ” she said causing him to chuckle and shake his head.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, (y/l/n)” he said and they started, rough and quick like always, it took them a second to get use to the staffs since they were much heavier then the ones they normally used. Everything was normal and fine once they knew how to handle them.

That was until she spun holding the staff out, as it would have hit his ribs if he didn’t block it, which he did. But ones the staffs hit into each other, hers lit up and blew a blast of force out cashing him to fly back against the wall. She dropped the beskar rod instantly and ran over to him falling to the floor next to him.

“Anakin! I’m so sorry... I’m so sorry...” she moved her hand pushing hair from his face, he groaned trying to sit up. She moved her hand over his chest, tearing at the robes to expose any wounds. Once they opened up showing his toned chest, it also showed rough bruising on his ribs almost instantly. She could feel her eyes water as she saw the damage she did to him.

“Anakin...” she said but didn’t get to continue because he cut her off.

“It’s fine, I know you didn’t mean it.” He said grabbing her hand the rested on his bare chest, it was the first time he’d made any real contact other then her hand. It was the first time he knew he wanted her in ways he knew he wasn’t aloud.

Her hand came to rest on the wound he held on his side. His heart raced with the fear of her next most but his eyes wouldn’t stay opened to watch it. Everything went dark.

Her hand moved over the wound and she closed her eyes trying to focus everything she could on him, every bit of the force that flowed threw her, she gave it to him. She gave him everything, knowing he would have done the same for her.

“Come on Anakin...” she said closing her eyes feeling tears leave them. He slipped further into darkness remembering his time with her while he could.

“She should be back by now...” Anakin said looking at Obi-Wan, who shook his head and looked at his Padawan.

“You have become infatuated with this girl Anakin.”

“I have not! She’s my friend, master.” He said looking at his master, just as a ship arrived, landing soundly into the docking bay.

Soon master Windu exited but not (y/n) it was the first time he had felt real worry for her, Obi-wan could sense his unease as Anakin moved towards the ship, ready to run in. But she came out, dressed in a long white dress with silver belt, her hair braided on the sides. She was stunning.

“(Y/n)...” he said running towards her picking her up in his arms.

“I’m so sorry I’m late Anakin.” She smiled hugging back looking at him, he pulled away seeing the blood on her head and ear.

“What happened?” He said moving his hand over it, the leather glove wiping away the blood.

“It’s nothing, Anakin, I’m fine.” She smiled and started walking taking him with her. “Let’s go to the med bay.” She said, and he thought.

‘I’d follow you anywhere’

(Y/n) had began to become weak because of the power she was using to heal him. She almost passed out when he finally opened his eyes and gasped for air. His eyes meeting hers in a hurry, a smile ran over his face and he grabbed hers looking at her.

“(Y/n)...” he said and she smiled before he pulled her into a kiss. He could feel everything with that kiss, the anger, the passion, everything he thought wasn’t real. Everything that he thought a jedi couldn’t feel. Everything he wanted to never end, everything being a jedi would cost him. As they pulled away from the kiss, holding each other’s faces they smiled.

Then she felt it, the pain run threw her, course threw her like a thousand lightsabers, her grip on his face became more forceful, to hold herself up. His hands wrapped around her feeling the pain as her body fell back onto the the ground of the pit. Her eyes closed and she seemed almost peaceful. Then he remembered again.

‘I’d follow you anywhere’

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Hold Me - Anakin Skywalker x Reader (one shot)

Warnings: Slight angst, fluff mainly

Words: 1.4k

This is my first fanfiction here, so hopefully you guys enjoy it! Message me if you have any requests for Kylo or Anakin :) gif made by me

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Y/n opened her cabin door and sighed heavily, immediately running over to her bed and collapsing down onto it. She turned and buried her head into her pillow case, gripping it tightly and screaming into it.

She was more stressed out than she had been all month long - it was one thing after another, piling up and beginning to taunt her. First, she was appointed general of yet another army - making her commander towards two different armies for completely different battles during the Clone Wars. Being at two places at once was practically draining and exhausting, and she was barely holding on by a thread.

Not only that, but she was being hit with guilt upon the loss of her clones. Today had the biggest bloodshed her squadron had seen - and she broke down in front of everyone. Already stressed out from her Padawan, Felecia, almost getting kidnapped and completely disobeying her orders days in a row; and getting into a massive argument over her safety with her secret husband Anakin days prior, she broke down.

Completely embarrassed from the sudden outburst, she stood up, brushed off her robes and excused her prior actions, cheeks red with embarrassment.

Now, hours later, her squadron’s missions both were complete, and she had a bit of time to breathe. So of course, she retired to her quarters and did the one thing she needed to do most - scream and cry.

Crying louder than she had realized, she heard a faint knock on the door. Gasping softly and sitting up, she started to try and make her face look presentable before standing up. She already knew who was at the door, it was her husband, Anakin. She had sensed his presence, and knew he too was in distress.

She slowly walked over to the door and opened it, seeing her husband’s worried blue eyes and immediately melting.

“My love... I heard about what happened on the bridge,” Ani began, sighing. “Can I-“

“Just hold me,” she spoke lowly, afraid to cry again. Y/n moved aside and grabbed his arm, yanking him into her - well, their but no one but them had to know that - room, shutting the door with the Force and hugging him tightly.

Instantly, she started to cry into his dark robes again, the comforting arms of her husband ushering her to let out her emotions.

Anakin sighed and pulled her closer, hugging her even tighter, “I’ve got you...” he buried his face into her hair and sighed, pressing a soft kiss to it as he squeezed her tighter in his arms, “I’m here darling. Let it out.”

“I-i’m sorry,” Y/n croaked, embarrassment reddening her cheeks again as she realized she started unloading on him without asking. “I should’ve-“

“Shh, shh. It’s okay,” Anakin hums, walking them a few steps to the right of them and letting her go gently. He slid off the darker part of his robe, sitting on the side of the bed as he chucked it to the floor. He picked her up easily, her small figure light in his arms. He gently laid her down on their bed, pulling her to his chest as he played with her hair softly, “Cry to me sweetheart. What’s going on?”

Y/n sniffled and hid her face into his shirt, gripping just above his belt a fistful of grey fabric as she cleared her thoughts. “It’s just a lot.”

“What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t let my beautiful wife talk about her worries?” He spoke softly, playing with her (h/l) (h/c) hair gently with his bare fingertips.

Y/n smiled against his shirt softly and closed her eyes. Though they were married for almost a year now, she still felt her heart flutter at the mention of their marriage.

“It’s not just one thing, it’s a lot Ani,” she sighed, trying to figure out where to start as she calmed her tears, “I’m not sure where to start.”

“Start from the beginning. What started the emotions to build up,” he replied. Y/n nodded, “I guess it started when we fought.”

“I caused you this pain?” Anakin stopped, a hurt expression on his face as he looked down at her. “No!” Y/n replied quickly, “It was guilt from fighting with you, that’s all.”

“I fought with you about that because I worry about you, angel,” he sighed, sitting up and pulling her onto his lap, cradling her much smaller body, “I don’t want...” he stopped, trying to find the right words so he didn’t scare either of them, “I don’t want to be called onto a planet leading a rescue mission because you were taken or killed in battle.”

Y/n looked up and saw the pain and fear of that thought in his eyes, and her heart strained. She hugged him tighter, sniffling, “I won’t ever let that happen.”

“And I won’t either,” Anakin sighed, caressing the back of her hair with his large hand, pressing her head further against his chest. “Was that all?”

“No,” Y/n mumbled softly, her eyes fluttering closed softly as he stroked her head softly, “Felecia scared me. I thought-“ she froze, the thought of it happening scaring her to tears again, “I thought she got kidnapped. She was fighting so well, and then she just disappeared... I saw her get dragged away by some clones, and I just... snapped.”

Y/n recalled the scary memory easily. Watching her much younger Padawan get dragged away, screaming and kicking as her lightsaber fell from her hand. Y/n screamed her name and ignited her purple saber as she rushed towards the drones, slicing through their body easily. Sometimes, the pure anger that always seemed to be pent up inside Y/n scared her, but it certainly proved helpful in situations like that.

“I almost hit her,” she blinked back more tears, “she looked so frightened. She looked scared of me,” A silent, hot tear tricked down Y/n’s cheek, “and it broke me. I’m afraid my anger will eventually lead me down a dark path.”

Anakin began to rock her softly as she cried harder, gripping his shirt tighter, “I hurt both people I love in the same day. First you, and then her. She’s like the daughter i’ve always wanted, and I scared her half to death,” she sobbed, shaking softly as Anakin shushed her, rocking her gently, “I’m not angry at you. And she’s not scared of you. She was shaken up, clearly. Remember she’s young - younger than most - and the fear of possible death probably was what scared her.”

“I wish that were correct,” Y/n frowned, wiping her eye, “but she told me that she’d never seen that fury in my eyes before. It scared her.”

Anakin started moving the pad of his thumb against the side of her face, drawing unrecognizable shapes against her soft skin as he continued to listen.

“And i’m just worried about my armies... one is hard enough, let alone two. I don’t know how much more of this I can take, Ani,” her lip quivered, trying to contain more tears to spare his shirt from becoming completely soaked with hot tears.

“Forget the shirt,” Anakin chuckled, “I can change.” He pushed her back slightly so he can look in her (e/c) eyes and smiled softly, “I promise you’re doing an amazing job, sweetheart. There’s not another person that would’ve been better for the job Master Yoda gave you,” he spoke softly. “You’re doing amazing.”

“You would’ve been the better fit,” Y/n frowned, closing her eyes and hanging her head down, “It certainly doesn’t feel like I was the right fit.”

“You are. And you know why?” Anakin pushed her chin up gently and Y/n shook her head softly, “because you’re my wife. And my wife is the most amazing woman in the galaxy. The second best pilot-“

“Second?” Y/n furrowed her brows as Ani chuckled, “Behind me of course.” he kissed her nose, causing her to crinkle her nose up and smile softly. Though Ani was being serious, he always had to have that special occasional Skywalker playful manner that Obi Wan and her both loved to hate.

“Okay, okay, second best,” she giggled softly. “Right.” Anakin kissed her cheek before continuing, “She’s the most amazing woman in the galaxy. The smartest, strongest, and most beautiful woman ever. And somehow... through every bad thing I’ve done...” Anakin reached for her hands, kissing them softly, “out of all the men in the galaxy... she chose me.”

She blushed softly and pressed her lips softly against his, “And I wouldn’t have it any other way, Ani.”

NAH YOURE NOT ALLOWED TO BE THIS FINE STILL WTF

“It was such an incredible journey playing Anakin Skywalker. Of course, Anakin and Obi-Wan weren’t on the greatest of terms when we last saw them… It will be interesting to see what an amazing director like Deborah Chow has in store for us all. I’m excited to work with Ewan again. It feels good to be back.”

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— Hayden Christensen on returning as Darth Vader (x)

How dare you leave out the accompanying photo, oh my GOD:

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i would like to add on to this godly thread

hand veins 🤤🙏🏻