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STAR WARS DRABBLES
My requests for Star Wars is OPEN and I want to kick this off with some Drabble requests!!
If you want to check out what I have thus far for Star Wars check out my Masterlist and look for Red Line under Anakin!!
Please feel free to slide into my inbox with Drabble requests I’d LOVE LOVE LOVE some!! I love Anakin and Obi-Wan with my whole heart but I’ll write for anyone so please feel free to slide into my inbox!
Red Line (0.2)
Anakin Skywalker
A/N: i love mace windu i just needed him to be a hard ass for the ✨plot✨. My brain was tempted to make this a Anakin x OC x Obi-Wan fic just so y’all know.
Word Count: 5,114
“You know I haven’t actually gotten to talk to you since before you left for your mission on Kessel,” Anakin’s voice didn’t startle Lyra as she had felt him approaching before he even entered the elevator that would take him up to the balcony she had decided to spend the evening on. She watched out of the corner of his eye as he leaned over the railing next to her, looking out into the busy Coruscant night sky. “And the Council just cared about what you accomplished on the mission, they didn’t actually care about how it impacted you so I just got the intel version. They just care about how it helps or hurts the Republic.”
“That’s typically how it goes,” Lyra didn’t spare Anakin a glance as she continued to watch the sky grow darker, traffic having died down significantly in the last half an hour “It’s for the future of the Republic.”
Annakin let out a small laugh and hung his head between his shoulders. “Yeah, it’s for the future of the Republic.” Lyra heard the sarcasm dripping in his voice as she finally turned to face Anakin, her hip resting against the railing she had just been leaning over. Anakin was attractive, everyone knew that, and he carried himself, at least in public, like a true Jedi, it had many fawning over him, the Republic’s future golden boy. Lyra, however, had often got to see the true Anakin when they were younger. The version of Anakin that was critical of the Jedi Order and all of its rules, of the Senate, of every body of authority really. Lyra had very quickly been going down the same path as Anakin, but Master Windu had quashed that, quickly.
Red Line (Prologue)
Anakin Skywalker
A/N: This is my fuck it we ball moment diving head first into the Star Wars fandom. I fully concede I am new to the fandom and DO NOT know everything. But I do know that I am really good at writing fanfic that a) Diverges from canon b) adds a little bit of a ‘modern’ twist on to some (most) stuff.
This is gonna be a lil seriesssss and I am very excited. Prologue is a little short but future parts will be longer! Constructive criticism is welcome, but like I said I do know I diverge from canon here quite a bit. There will eventually be canon typical violence but not quite yet.
Buckle your seatbelts for Angst, Spice and Fluff.
Word Count: 1,942
“No one said it was bring your street rat to work day,” Lyra’s right eye twitched at the sound of the all too familiar voice behind her as she neared the High Council Chamber, “and who said you could have a pet anyways? Can’t complain about me being the only one to get special treatment now.” She took a moment to take in a deep breath before acknowledging the boy behind her. She hadn’t seen him in nearly two months now as their missions had taken them separate ways, but he still clearly remembered how to get under her skin from the get go. Biggs sat down quietly at Lyra’s feet, watching the individual his master had yet to acknowledge carefully.
“I forgot I’m not the only non-Council member they let into these meetings as of this session’s beginning.” Lyra finally turned around and saw Anakin Skywalker striding down the hallway, making his way towards the same place she’d be going. She hated to admit that Anakin had finally won the council over with his skills, allegedly. They had agreed that the Padawan was ready to begin understanding what being one of the most powerful Jedi meant. For the past two sessions Lyra had felt special, she was the only Padawan to be taken into council meetings, to truly begin her journey to becoming a Jedi-Knight and diplomat. Now though, now Anakin would be there also, he was naturally seen to be more gifted than her and she felt threatened by the boy standing in front of her. He’d once again be breathing down her neck like he had been since his arrival.
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Red Line (0.1)
Anakin Skywalker
A/N: A little bit of tension, a little bit of flashbacks and little bit of young Anakin. Bada Bing Bada Boom. And read all of that in a New York accent because no matter how hard I try I can’t escape my accent.
Prologue Part Two
Word Count: 5,141
Warnings: Uhhh a little tension, not really an inappropriate use of the force but two kids totally using it improperly.
“All you ever do is fight dirty!” Lyra hissed before she disconnected her lightsaber from Anakin’s. She felt sweat beginning to collect on the back of her neck as their blades connected again before she turned away from him. Her hair had been tied into a sloppy bun at the base of her neck prior to the start of their duel and she felt some of the loose strands starting to get stuck in the sweat. She hated the feeling but knew that she couldn’t focus on it at the moment.
“We’re dueling for the younglings to learn and you still fight dirty!” She barely managed to move out of the way this time as his saber moved over her head, the cracking of his blade far too close to her ears for her comfort. Two months off planet meant two months of no duels. And two months of no duels meant her skills felt rather rusty, and she could not risk a lackluster performance today. She had her lightsaber with her the entire time she had been on Kessel as an extra layer of security, but she had not needed to ignite it the entire time she had been on the planet, thankfully.
The sound of Anakin and Lyra’s sabers clashing together filled the training arena and Anakin smirked, leaning in closer to Lyra this time as their blades dragged across each other the blades letting out a screech which grew louder as their blades began to travel closer to the other’s hilt. “And you can fight just as dirty as I can, you’re just choosing not to.” He raised his left eyebrow in a mocking gesture before pulling his lightsaber away unexpectedly and gracefully turning out of Lyra’s reach. Lyra knew he was trying to egg her on, trying to get her to be reactive in a way that would eventually lead her a misstep, an opening for him to gain the upper hand.
I’m on wedding Tiktok and it makes me want to get engaged
The Day We Fell In Love
Word Count: ~ 4,200
Warnings: Allusions to assault and grooming
A/N: WHAT IS UP. I have not written in so long but this one just like came to me. I hope everyone likes it because I am quite happy with it considering I banged it out in about three hours, but this idea just came to me and I needed to get it down. Also this has nothing to do with All Too Well the gif just fit, I so do not condone the type of relationship presented in the video but the gif FITS.
“I’m really tired of this,” Cassidy laughed through the tears that had gathered in the corners of her eyes, wiping them away with the sleeve of her flannel that she had wrapped around her thumb. She pulled her sleeve away and noticed the damp spot of fabric, shaking her sleeve out before crossing her arms over and chest again, a frown pulling at her lips. “I just don’t understand it anymore really, and I hate crying, I like never cry and when I do it’s over stupid shit like this.”
Cassidy looked up to see Stiles at the opposite end of her bed, his legs outstretched in front of him and his back resting against the dresser she had pushed up against the end of her bed. His hair was still only partly dry from lacrosse practice and sat messy on top of his head. A ‘Georgetown Lacrosse’ t-shirt stretched around the arms while Stiles crossed his arms over his chest and a pair of gray sweatpants covered his legs, his hoodie had been discarded somewhere in Cassidy’s room when he had entered the space nearly half an hour earlier. “I don’t really know what to say, Cass,” Stiles spoke softly, not wanting to startle Cassidy at all, but also wanting the girl to know he had been listening.
Cassidy shrugged, reaching up to swipe her sleeve under her eyes again, “there’s nothing to say,” she let out a small sigh, “it just sucks I guess is all. It’s like-” Cassidy paused, clearly trying to think of the right words, and Stiles didn’t want to interrupt her train of thought, so he took in the silence for a few moments. “It’s like every single time I think something is going to work out, and I get hopeful it is going to work out, life just throws it right back at me.” She took in a shaky breath while she stretched out her own legs, resting them next to Stiles’.
“When the time is right-”
“When the time is right and it’s the right person it’ll work out,” Cassidy cut Stiles off, “I’ve heard it before Stiles, I get it.” Cassidy paused for a moment before realizing how rude she had sounded, she didn’t mean to snap at Stiles, he had only been trying to help, had been trying to make her feel better. Just like he always did. “Sorry,” Cassidy added.
Oh shit I still write
Moral of the Story 0.0
A/N: No more writers block? For now the answer is yes. This is a lil mini series that has manifested itself and I can tell you now it will be angst filled. Has a tiny bit of this idea come out of my life? Yeah it has, but that is my guilt manifesting itself into a fic that I felt like I needed to write down and I actually am really happy with it so far. I will tolerate absolutely no Stiles slander, Stiles did not do anything 'wrong' and I feel like I need to preface this prologue with that.
Pairings: Eventual Stiles Stilinski x OC
Word Count: ~ 3,350 (future parts will be longer)
Warnings: Mentions of Drinking, Allusions to an Eating Disorder, Cursing, Uhh Angst (?). That's all I got for now.
“You know I was like,” Mallory hiccupped and took another sip of the lemonade and vodka mixture she had whipped up a couple hours prior. “Sorry, I was like totally into Stiles in high school. He was into Lydia though and then he dated Malia and then everyone like went their separate ways for college, but then he actually got with Lydia, and it was such a hot fucking mess.” She set her metal tumbler on the edge of the television stand and turned back to her laptop.
The words on Mallory’s screen had started to blend together long ago, but she also knew that she actually wrote down some good ideas when she was drinking, so she had pulled out her laptop the moment Allison and Kira had walked into their shared apartment with their hands full of alcohol. At least she could knock out one thing she needed to get done that night.
Allison walked back in from the kitchen, a tray of boozy milkshakes between her hands. “And Stiles was totally into you also in high school?” Allison spoke while Mallory picked up one of the glasses that looked like it had been made with mint chip ice cream before sitting back down in her chair. “I think he was just far too naïve to recognize it at the time. I put some of that whipped cream vodka in the whipped cream also.” Allison had been known to whip up some of the most creative, and most appetizing, drinks Mallory had ever tried, and she knew that the milkshake would not disappoint.
Oh shit I still write wild
Hey y’all!!
My semester starts Monday, kinda scary this is the second semester of my junior year butttt, before then I’d like to...
✨ write a few things ✨
so feel free to send me some blurb requests!! I’m taking any of Dylan’s characters ANDDDDD A NEW ONE.
✨any of the Bridgerton boys✨
(Simon and the Prince included OBVIOUSLY, but I have a SOFT SPOT for Anthony or Colin)
So fill my inbox up the next couple days please!!
^ my feelings about next semester equal Colin’s mood in this gif.
Imma reblog this on this account too but fill my inbox on @oh-obrien with Bridgerton requests. I have a request I’m working on now but my boys Anthony and Colin deserve some LOVE in my inbox.
Hey y’all! Consider sending in some requests because I’m currently taking them ❤️.
I’m taking requests for Dylan and Stiles as well as the rest of the characters he has played. I’m also taking them for the rest of the teen wolf cast / characters!
This is old but I’m reusing it!! I’m looking to write a few short things tonight between working on my fic so please feel free to send me requests!
Check my master list if you want a couple ideas of what to send in!!
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