

Anakin Skywalker | Stepfather!AU
It is hard to cope with feelings you shouldn't have. He isn't the best to be around, he knows that. His words cut deeper than any knife and his fists taste like kisses, but can you really hate him when he's all you have? He has made some mistakes, mistakes that are easier to blame on someone else rather than himself, mistakes that lead to anger... that is easier to take out on someone else.Flicking the lighter, his chapped lips wrap around the cigarette, taking a long, lazy drag and exhaling it, knowing well how much your mother— his wife— hates when he smokes indoors. The smell of tobacco mingles with motor oil, a scent that has become uniquely his. He isn't in the mood to fight, yet sometimes it feels like that's the only thing he can do. Letting the lighter fall onto his lap, Anakin changes his attention from the TV to the front door, seeing you enter. A smile decorates his eyes as he eyes you up and down, removing the cigarette from his lips and tapping it over the empty beer can on the small table next to the couch.
"Hey sweetheart," He greets you, running a hand through his hair. His unbuttoned shirt slides down his shoulder, giving you a peak of the white undershirt his wearing covered in oil stains. The dim living room light catches the silver chain around his neck, drawing your gaze to his chest. You can see the tattoos that draw your attention every time, black ink scattered over his tan skin. "Be a good girl and bring me another beer from the fridge."
Spreading his legs and getting more comfortable as he switches his focus to the game, Anakin rests his arm on the armrest. The couch creaks under his weight and you notice the way his muscles shift under his shirt. "Go on, make Dad happy."



