(Anakin X Reader) (AU) When the Queen of a kingdom under threat runs out of options, she is forced to commit to a betrothal to a man she can't stand. (Y/N) and Anakin have never met, but his reputation precedes him - an insufferable emperor who is always at war, she can't imagine having to co-rule alongside someone with so little regard for his people. But her kingdom is falling under further threat of being conquered, and the remaining funding must go to sustaining the citizens. In order to gain the military might of the infamous Empire, she'll have to commit to it - and sacrifice her life as she knows it for her people. 🏅Ranked #1 in StarwarsAU, HaydenChristensen, and ObiWanKenobi 🏅Ranked #2 in Jedi 🏅Ranked #3 in Skywalker I do not own the Star Wars characters nor any of their canon storyline. The plot of this story was developed by me, using Anakin as a head cannon/reference.

"Fuck you." I whispered, balling my fists at my side. I heard Anakin chuckle darkly from behind me, "Oh I bet you wish you could." Anakin Skywalker's world is one of adventure, battle, and legend. So why is lowly temple cook, Kels Remlik, catching his attention?

"𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧?" "𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠?" ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ in which a hit man and his assignment aren't on a bullet train quite long enough to fall in love, but they'll certainly have some fun while fighting for their lives on the way to the end of the line. [ contains mega strong language, my dudes. and probably eventual smut ]

1985. Hawkins Indiana. You were such an upgraded person from where you used to be. A better mind. a more controlled storage of thoughts. A solid barrier on emotions. No longer grasping handholds in attempt to hang on to sanity, no longer feeling pairs of eyes on you in badly-hidden caution. No longer laying your fate in their hands. Far from normal is everything around you, unfolding superficial disasters with their horrifying unusual pull. A pull with a direct connection to your mind, that you led yourself to believe you had well under control. 1986. Maybe upgraded person wasn't the right pair of words. Maybe, there isn't a word for it. Not that you know of. But he does. 001. Peter Ballard. unusual, at times. slightly unnerving. the epitome of what you believed the definition of secret to be. and so, very, tempting. "Your lies feed into lust, prying at every ounce of control I've ever reigned to keep, tearing that control cleanly apart." ... "Let every word that falls from your mouth then, be a lie." I do not claim to own any of these characters! or any song lyrics that I may add. All rights go to Stranger Things, and the Duffer Brothers. The story however, comes completely from my own imagination.

~ SEQUEL TO *NONCONFORMITY* ~ "You know, sometimes I start to like you and then you open your mouth and I'm reminded why I don't," I turned away from him and smiled into my pillow. I wanted to sit here with him in the dark until my eyes couldn't stand the light anymore. We could be nocturnal, wake with the moon and live our lives wrapped in bed sheets. "You say the loveliest things," He whispered in my ear. He gathered me in his arms, warm as could be and horrifically inviting. I melted against him until everything ran slow and saccharine. Lips pressed against my temple, and then I felt the weight of his head as it dipped onto my pillow. "Peter?" "Yes, sweetheart?" "Why can't I shake the feeling something bad is going to happen?" ~ After being taken from her home, Sixteen needs to fight not to lose her mind after returning to the arms of Martin Brenner. Hallucinations and nightmarish visions seem to follow her everywhere she goes, as does a man she thought she'd killed five years before.

He lives in daydreams with me. Harry Styles daydreams that I turned into one shots & short stories. -coarse language, sexual content. 18+. I DO NOT CONDONE TRANSLATIONS OR PDF PRINTING OF MY WORK.

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!