Now or Never [Anakin Skywalker x Reader]

[ 4 ] That Name

[just to state- i have no idea how currency works in naboo so this is probably going to be very far off. i did some research that said 7 wupiupi was a lot of money but i have no clue so im just going to price things based off of pounds. hope you guys dont mind!]

(y/bd) = your birthday

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The delicious smell of spices and other fragrances welcomed themselves to your senses as a wave of nostalgia beckoned you, all while a stand selling alcohol stole your attention.

"How much for a bottle of this whiskey?" You asked the man by the stand.

"24 wupiupi."

"How much for 6?"

You left the stand now carrying a bag full of 6 bottles of Nabooian whisky, the glass clanking on each other with each step. You stopped by a jewellery stand. An elegant black rose, laced together with a thin leather band peaked your interest. It was a bracelet. A black rose often symbolises death, hatred, despair, or rebirths.

As you were about to purchase the bracelet someone else's revolting thought entered your mind. What made it worse was it was about you. You turned your head so you could see the drunken fool in your peripheral vision as his eyes wandered your body, franticly undressing you with every glance. You tensed from the uncomfortable feeling you felt. Sure, you've had yourself a fair few experiences with men- sometimes women, and their unholy desires but they all knew who you were, knew what you were capable of, and were never so forward about it, nor alive to tell the story. You've never been put in a position this vulnerable or weak. The fact that you barely leave the Eclipse and wander around planets is now clearly showing.

[WARNING: Death]

Keeping your hand by your side, you grabbed onto his windpipe, restricting his airflow but not enough to kill him... yet. You wanted him to suffer. His hands were clawing at his neck, trying to be free of this unknown grasp around him before a quick flick of your wrist and he dropped onto the ground. His head fell slightly to the side from his neck being snapped.

People were quick to move out of the way, gasps and murmurs of bewilderment heard in the crowds.

You turned your attention back on the seller, his attention on the man that was dead in front of his store.

"You," the store keeper accused, "It was you," his hand pointed at my face as his eyes were wide from shock.

"Can I buy this please?" You asked, with the friendliest fake smile you could muster up and the bracelet in your hand.

"You killed him. It was you. It's her!" He was now shouting to the crowd pointing at you, their attention however was still fixed on the deceased man lying on the streets of Naboo.

You sighed into my palm, "Why do you have to make this so difficult," you simply stated before stealing another life, another man dropping dead to the floor. The crowd of course were unaware of the two murderous actions, still having their gazes on the first dead man to not notice the second one inches away from them.

You shuffled through the crowd, slipping your unpaid bracelet into your whisky bag. A horde of everyone's loud thoughts flooded your head as you tried to get through them, giving you a headache. Their sorrow, their fear, their confusement, rapidly doing circles round your brain. Just as you broke free from the crowd, starting to relieve your head from the ache, you bumped into an orange Togruta girl. You were only pushed a few steps back from the force where as the girl fell onto the floor with a grimace. You stared down at the girl, anger visible in your features as she- shockingly, stared down at you back. She wasn't scared and definitely had an attitude.