Shows [Reverse Harem x Reader]

Forty-Seven

"Ever tried the sensation of being pregnant?"

"Why would I even need to put myself in such a position?"

Adam shrugs his shoulders at you before smiling slightly.

"I don't know, a change of atmosphere, aren't you tired of things getting repetitive?"

"Oh yes, I'm certainly tired of being on the verge of death."

Adam lets out a small chuckle, that infuriating kind that’s meant to get under your skin.

"Oh come on," he says mockingly,

"You say that like being on the verge of death wasn't in the contract that you were too lazy to read.”

You glare at him.

"I'm serious. You thrive in chaos. Admit it, if you weren't dodging psycho boyfriends, cannibals, and elf kings with commitment issues, you'd be bored out of your mind and poor."

You cross your arms.

"I’d prefer boredom over being someone’s chew toy, thank you very much."

He feigns offense, rolling his eyes at you.

"Rude. I give you the chance to be a multiversal muse, and this is how you repay me?"

"Multiversal trauma is more like it."

Adam leans in closer, tone dripping with faux sympathy.

"Aw, poor you. Must be so hard being fought over by hot, homicidal maniacs and also getting paid for it, Cry me a river."

You throw a book at his head. "Send me somewhere peaceful for once."

He catches the book effortlessly.

"Like where? Teletubbies? They would even get homicidal with you around."

"I got ten thousand points, aren't I allowed to choose where I teleport to?"

"I transferred your points into money to your account, that's all you get."

"...What is the universe I will be pregnant in?"

"Now, that's the (Y/n) I know, Also, I will be teleporting you to..."

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Star Wars.

He teleported you to Star Wars.

You stumble into a metallic corridor, your boots clanking loudly on the sleek floor.

The air feels oddly sterile, and the faint hum of distant machinery surrounds you.

As you turn a corner, a familiar figure approaches, broad shoulders, long robe, a lightsaber at his hip.

Anakin Skywalker.

He halts mid-step when his eyes land on you.

"There you are," he says, walking toward you with a little more swagger than strictly necessary.

"I was starting to think you were avoiding me."

You blink. “Avoiding you?"

He stops in front of you, cocking his head slightly, an amused smile playing at his lips.

"You don’t remember last night?"

Your heart skips.

"Last… night?"

Anakin frowns at your confusion. However, the situation is saved when one of King Amidala's assistants approaches you.

"His highness requires your immediate appearance."

You turn to Anakin, who seems bothered by the idea of you leaving him.

"I will see you later, Anakin."

You said before following the assistant.

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You follow the assistant through winding corridors until you’re brought to a luxurious chamber that screams royalty with a touch of eerie coldness.

You take a few steps inside before your eyes land on the person who requested to see you.

Padmé Amidala, or at least, what should be Padmé.

Except he's not her.

The figure before you is a genderbent version of Padmé. He’s tall, poised, and alarmingly beautiful.

His features are delicate yet sharp, eyes lined in kohl, lips painted a subtle shade of red.

His regal robes cling to his figure in a way that makes you nervous.

The assistant leaves you two alone without another word.

"I have heard that you are enjoying your time here, especially with Skywalker."

His words carry a bite to them, ready to snap you in half.

You flinch. "I don’t remember that."

"Convenient," he mutters, walking in slow, practiced circles around you like a panther assessing prey.

"Tell me, have you also conveniently forgotten how I was the one who welcomed you to Naboo? How I gave you a place here, in my court, under my protection?"

You try to hold in your anger at the way he is speaking to you

"I wasn’t avoiding you."

"Oh, you weren't?" he snaps, still smiling.

"Because in the last three briefings I summoned you to, you never came. And when I do see you, it’s always in passing. Or worse, in his presence."

You shrug.

"Ok, you got me there...I was fucking Anakin."

His smile drops when he sees the fake serious expression on your face.

Before you grin at him, teasingly.

"What? Isn't that what you were accusing me of? Sleeping with him, well, I gave you the confirmation."

With that being said, you walk out of his chamber with a sheer cunning smile.

From today on, you shall not explain yourself to anyone.