Being a bastard born in the slums of Flea Bottom was all you were known for. Not the streak of white you had in your dark hair, the violet ring around your pupils, or how your sharp tongue and skills with the blade resembled your father, Daemon Targaryen. You were just a bastard, nothing more, but to him, to Aegon Targaryen, you were everything. You were his love. ☆☆☆☆ All typical Game of Thrones/House of The Dragon warnings apply to this story, but I will put specific ones above each chapter.

Anakin Skywalker x Fem! Smuggler Reader

I dare you. highest rank(s): #1 anakinskywalker #1 in fanfiction (it was like for an hour, but it still counts ok fight me) #3 Star Wars {disclaimer: some ideas and most characters are not mine. Also keep in mind that this is a fanfiction and some of the storyline will not match up with the movie/other} { cover by : @swagwalker }

Just some imagines and headcanons about Anakin Skywalker. Read the author's note before you request.

You, a Jedi who always seemed to find a way to hate Anakin Skywalker. You hated everything about him--his arrogance, his bravado, his smugness--it drove you insane. You were never compatible with one another, never, so of course, you never worked together. That was until one fateful day, a mistake made by the Jedi Council had forced the two of you to come together and make amends, that is, if you were willing to.