𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙠𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

harem • prologue

this one goes out to my girls who like boys and girls. by boys i mean anakin and by girls i mean girls

heavily inspired by and based on the gorgeous song 'harem' by the gorgeously gifted miguel. highly recommend listening to the song + also miguel's entire discography. if it's your first time listening to his music, you are in for a glorious treat and i am so jealous that you get to experience that feeling for very first time.

series warning: mature themes, eventual smut, dark!anakin, dom!anakin, sub!reader, powerplay, anakin x multiple partners, fem!reader, bisexual!reader

this series is going to be F I L T H Y. please prepare yourselves. strap in. this is going to be the ride of your life.

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Do you like, pretty things

Pretty places, pretty beings?

There was little in life that you hadn't experienced. You had a seasoned history behind you, and it would have taken a lot to shock you.

You had sailed the skies with pirates, ran underground spice mills with dealers, and had even assisted one or two Mandalorians with their bounty hunts.

In short, you were tired.

With adventure came stress. A lot of it. Every day of your life so far was brimmed with pressure and time-limits and fights. So many fights. Your white flag had been waved in surrender, and you were officially saying goodbye to the girl you once were.

That's how you ended up on Naboo. With risk came reward, meaning by the time you retired, you had a healthy amount of savings. Naboo was the place for the rich and snooty, and you were planning on becoming exactly that. You could already envision it: days spent lounging by a pool, being waited on by handsome butlers, evenings spent in fancy restaurants eating fancy food, and nights spent sleeping alone with no commitment, no worry, and nothing to run from.

On your third night living on Naboo, you had finally managed to unpack most of your things and decided to treat yourself. After asking around, you found out that Silk and Stone was a luxurious bar, perfect for a quiet drink. You put on a slinky black dress, backless with a slit in the leg, and got yourself all done up. Maybe you'd meet someone, maybe you wouldn't; either way, you were gonna look good.

The bar didn't disappoint you. If it wasn't for the diamonds around your neck, you'd feel a little insecure about not fitting in with how obviously rich the others patrons were. The décor was mainly black with accents of gold and a few wooden browns here and there, and you felt like you were at a private event.

"Care for a drink, ma'am?" The bartender asked you, his eyes flickering down your body as you sat on the stool.

"I'll have a glass of your finest champagne," You replied smoothly, feeling like royalty with how much confidence and power you were exuding.

"Very well. What are we celebrating?" He questioned with a playful smile, taking a black bottle from the back and pouring some into a flute.

You watched as he slid it over the glass counter, before meeting his eyes with a coy smirk. "A new beginning."

One glass turned to three, with the help of some coercion from the bartender. He could tell from your jewelry and high-class demeanor that you'd be leaving a healthy tip, so he made sure to be extra attentive and flirty with you - the fact that you were undeniably gorgeous made it easier, though.

Thirty minutes into your evening, a girl approached the bar. Her brown skin was complimented by the rich, teal silk that adorned her body, and you wondered what it was that made Nabooans so beautiful. Maybe it was in the water, or the air. The girl sat on the stool next to you, every movement natural and filled with purpose. There was no clumsiness to her; no mistake or flaw.