morally_cryptic: (sulk)
Prompt: Pie
Character: Anakin and Obi-Wan
Fandom: Star Wars
Word count: 597
Rating: G
Disclaimer Not mine. Anakin/Jedi/Star Wars/etc belongs to Lucasfilms and George Lucas. I'm just borrowing for a time and for entertainment. No money is made off of this fic. Thank you!

The only sound filling the room was the contented snoring of a Jedi youngster lying sprawled over Obi-Wan's bed with one leg hanging off and a few telltale crumbs, crumbs sprinkling his sheets. The other telltale sign was an empty plate scraped clean of whatever confectionary goodness had been resting on it that morning.

That, and the bit of whipped cream caught on the end of Anakin's padawan braid.

Obi-Wan merely watched this strange tableau for several moments, his hands on his hips, before sighing to himself. Perhaps he should have known better than to leave Anakin alone with it but certainly his padawan should be able to exercise some restraint by now at the age of fifteen! Then again, this was Anakin he was talking about, Obi-Wan reminded himself with a mixture of exasperation and fondness.

The youth moved a little in his sleep, and perhaps through some gratuitous use of the Force by his mentor, ended up tumbling to the floor in what made for a rather rude -- if funny to someone watching -- awakening. Anakin yelped and sat up, looking up at Obi-Wan rather accusingly through the sleep in his eyes. "What was that for?"

"Anakin," Obi-Wan began, his hands now tucked into the sleeves of his robe as he used his patient-but-slightly-exasperated-teacher tone, "what were you supposed to be doing while I was meeting with Master Windu?"

Obi-Wan was fairly certain that Anakin used the opportunity of having to pick himself up and dust himself off to duck his head and make a face. "Put away my tools and droid parts."

Pointedly, Obi-Wan glanced in the direction of Anakin's corner of the room where tools and little mechanical bits littered the floor, and a few of the larger parts were pushed to the side of Anakin's bed against the wall making enough room for his apprentice to sleep though Obi-Wan could hardly imagine how it was comfortable for the boy. Then, he looked back down at his recalcitrant padawan, prompting with an, "...and?"

A little uneasily, Anakin shifted his weight. He'd been working on it like Obi-Wan had asked him to! He'd gotten everything sorted, anyway, into piles by type of part when he'd found himself continually looking toward the two slices of multi-berry pie with cream Obi-Wan had left sitting on the counter of their little cooking-area with the promise that it'd be a treat after the midday meal after Obi-Wan returned from his meeting with Master Windu.

For what seemed like ages, Anakin resisted. But eventually he'd gone and just stuck his finger in one of the slices, just enough for a taste. That had been enough for a little longer. But then he couldn't stop thinking about the sweet taste of the pie and breakfast had seemed like an eternity ago and surely Obi-Wan wouldn't mind if Anakin just had a little bite from one of the pieces?

Somehow a little bite had turned to Anakin gorging himself on both pieces and then, tidying duty completely forgotten, he'd sprawled onto Obi-Wan's bed to 'just rest a minute'. He couldn't, after all, sprawl on his own bed, not with the droid parts on it.

But looking up at his master, Anakin didn't think that explanation would go over very well. And he didn't really have an excuse and he wasn't sure what to say and just having woken up wasn't really the best time for one to think of how to explain oneself and all that came out was a plaintive, "but I was hungry!"

Obi-Wan, at least, had the grace to only laugh about it once he was alone.
morally_cryptic: (cute)
Prompt: Pleasure
Character: Anakin and Padme
Warnings: Idyllic times ahead?
Pairings: Anakin/Padme
Fandom: Star Wars
Word count: 204
Rating: G
Disclaimer Not mine. Anakin/Jedi/Star Wars/etc belongs to Lucasfilms and George Lucas. I'm just borrowing for a time and for entertainment. No money is made off of this fic. Thank you!

There was definitely something to be said for Naboo. Particularly this area in the lake country away from the capital of Theed. Particularly when the only other living creatures for miles around them seemed to be those funny animals -- Padme called them shaaks -- grazing on the abundant grass surrounding them. Just as Anakin almost always marveled at a great expanse of water, the same could be said for so much green. There was something inherent within him which even now couldn't believe there could be so much of it in one place, that expected sweeping vistas of brown and tan and bleach white with stark contrasts. Not this lush paradise he'd found himself in.

Of course, he was also certain he found the colors and scents and sounds enveloping them all the more vibrant because she was there with him. And for once, they were alone and he could be not just Ani, that little boy she once knew; not Anakin Skywalker, Jedi protector; nothing but Anakin who loved her. And she could be not Amidala, former queen of Naboo; nor Padme Amidala, now-Senator from Naboo; but maybe, just maybe she'd let herself just be Padme. Just be with him.

Just be together.


Aug. 24th, 2007 11:58 am
morally_cryptic: (scar me)
Prompt. Scars are tattoos with better stories. ~From a Toyota advertisement in Sports Illustrated magazine, 3 June 2002
Character. Anakin Skywalker
Your character's fandom. Star Wars
Word count. 189
Rating. G
Disclaimer. Not mine. Anakin/Jedi/Star Wars/etc belongs to Lucasfilms and George Lucas. I'm just borrowing for a time and for entertainment. No money is made off of this fic. Thank you!

He had more than a few scars, really though most people only noticed the one over his eye. It made for an exciting story, about how the Sith-apprentice Ventress had given it to them during their lightsaber duel on Coruscant.

But he never told that story. Not unless he had to. He'd talk about starfighter battles over planets near and far, of near brushes with death, and of his exploits as a human child podracer. But not about the scar over his eye.

The holocasters liked to refer to it as "Skywalker's badge of honor", of proof of how heroic he must be, hinting at a story behind it even more heart-poundingly intense than the one that was real. He never corrected them. On any of it. Instead, he did his duty and ignored them, for the most part.

He didn't talk about the mostly-faded ones either, from podracing accidents or the few people who'd thought they had license to be rough with him because he was only a slave even if he'd also been a child. Of course, only Padme saw those and she? She didn't need to ask.
morally_cryptic: (love on a balcony)
Title/Prompt: Waiting in the Dark (picture prompt #2)
Character: Anakin Skywalker
Pairings: Anakin/Padme
Character's fandom: Star Wars
Word count: 450
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I am not Anakin. I am no Hayden. Purely doing this for entertainment and to better my writing skills. All Star Warsian things belong to George Lucas/Lucasarts/Lucasfilm/whatever and whoever that isn't me. Thank you, goodnight.

Waiting in the Dark )
morally_cryptic: (turning away from the light)
Title: - After-taste
Prompt: “Something of vengeance I had tasted for the first time; as aromatic wine it seemed, on swallowing, warm and racy: its after-flavor, metallic and corroding, gave me a sensation as if I had been poisoned.” - Charlotte Bronte
Character: Anakin Skywalker
Your character's fandom: Star Wars
Word count: 158
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own. I will never own. Purely for entertainment. Star Wars and Anakin and all that fun stuff all belong to George Lucas.

He had slaughtered them all. Men. Women. Children.

They had not had a chance with him sweeping in on wings of vengeance and rage in the dead of night. Like an avenging angel with a flaming sword that blazed blue fire in the darkness.

The act itself had given him such a heady rush of power. Filled him up with it and his blood had run hot and fast. But now, here in the aftermath of it, the silence of the Lars' garage. Here with the memory of doing something wrong, here his mouth grew sour and his blood turned to ice and all he could hear were their screams -- screams like that of a dying animal's -- and all he wanted was to feel that hot rush of power again. To push away the ice, wash his mouth of the terrible taste it held. Like retching.

And he knew, nothing would make it go away. He was already tainted.


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