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fuckmyskywalker · 6 months

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"Benzodiazepines." — Anakin Skywalker.

— CW: 18+, smut! Somnophilia. Stepcest (Anakin calls himself "big brother"). Dubcon/Noncon. Drug use. Mild mentions of rimming/anal, manhandling. Anakin is pretty nasty. | Word Count: 1k (not proofread!)

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Standing next to your bed, Anakin smiles. It is a wicked, creepy smile; loaded with a sick pleasure and lust— with something unsettling. Picking up the glass of water you always keep in your nightstand, he pops open the little glass bottle that cost him quite a lot… Only to pour half of it. Twirling the water with his finger he wipes it out in your blanket, placing the glass back on your nightstand and hiding inside your closet.

Patience is key. Anakin learned that a while ago. This is something that has been occupying his mind for a while now, and he isn't sure if he’ll be able to last as much as he meticulously planned.

He shouldn't feel like this. He shouldn't even have any sort of romantic or sexual attraction towards you— his stepsibling— yet, he finds himself jerking almost every night in the adjacent room with a pair of dirty underwear he stole from your laundry basket; sometimes he'll wrap them around his dick, other days he will sniff them, even lick them… anything.

Unable to stop himself, Anakin’s palms his soft cock, eager to see how the night unravels. It doesn't take you long to return from your nightly shower, wrapped in a short towel and changing right in front of your closet. Anakin knows you keep your next outfit laid over the edge of your bed. In fact— he knows every single little detail about you, from the foods that make your nose scrunch, to the different vibrations of your toy whenever you use it in the middle of the night when you think everyone is asleep.

Anakin never sleeps. Not even when you are asleep.

He would never waste time that he can spend with you.

So he waits. He waits rubbing his now semi-hard cock, watching you dress, brush your hair and even apply those scented lotions and serums that you adore so much. But he has a different reasoning tonight… he will coat your face with something else.

He watches you drink every single drop of water, and when it comes to that point— his cock is as hard as it can get, it even hurts. Reaching for the half-full bottle he twirls it in his palm, reading the side effects:

«May cause Anterograde amnesia. Consume responsibly. Don’t consume if you are pregnant, lactating, or are allergic to any of the components.»

You sit on your bed, draping the covers over your body and yawning. Assuming it was a long day, you close your eyes as the door of your closet creeks open slowly. Paying it no mind, you continue relaxing under the warmth of the blankets when you hear a heavy breathing next to you.

Snapping your eyes open, you fail to notice the effort it takes you to even do such an automatic task. “Anakin?” You ask confused. “What are you doing here?” You eye behind him, noticing the closet doors wide open. The realization hits you like a bucket of cold water, freezing every bone and nerve so much you can’t move. “Where you inside my fucking closet?”

He coos at you, placing a hand over your forehead and caressing your skin. His other hand peels the blankets off your body allowing his blue eyes to gobble with your beautiful body. “Shhh… it’s okay. Your big brother will take care of you” His voice isn't soothing at all, but the drowsy state that begins to fog your brain mistakes the creepy tone with a calming one. So soft and tender.

“Anakin…” You whisper, barely conscious by the time he is lifting up your shirt and groping your breasts. His indexes and thumbs pinch your nipples, pulling them gently, admiring your late and slow reactions. Every little arch and jolt is delayed, and his body shivers with excitement.

By the time you finally fall asleep, dragged to a peaceful, forced slumber you won’t be able to remember, Anakin already yanks his sweats down, and fists his cock furiously at the sight of your limp, almost lifeless body. He knows the drugs are quite harsh, especially since he gave you a rather large dose— so maybe he has even more time than he initially thought.

After toying with you for a while, manhandling you, twisting your body into any position he can imagine, Anakin finally lays you down on your stomach, spreading your ass with his trembling, sweaty hands and kneeling behind you. His tongue circles your puckered hole as his eyes roll to the back of his head, he can’t believe he is finally able to fulfill his most carnal, lustful desires— and even now, when he is spitting on your already dripping pussy, Anakin still can’t believe he is taking what he thinks belongs to him.

You.

“That's it—” He praises you as your body doesn't even react to his thrust. There’s no need to be nice, it is not as if you are going to remember this anyway. “Take this fucking cock— you love your big brother’s cock don’t you?”

The lack of response makes Anakin moan louder, painfully aware of how his mother and your father are sleeping downstairs. His hips snap against yours in an animalistic, primal manner, chasing his own high and relying on the way your cunt keeps squeezing him, coating him with your involuntary slick and enveloping him like a warm velvety glove.

Your body doesn't even tremble, and every now and then Anakin has to stop to make sure you are still breathing— when he confirms you are still in fact alive, he smirks deviously and pushes your face further down your pillows, slapping your ass playfully in the process.

“Aren’t you a p–pretty thing… taking my cock so good, so well. As if you were— fuck— made for me…”

“Such a little slut for your stepbrother’s dick aren't you… I know—I know…”

The deep slumber he is giving you doesn't seem to come to an end anytime soon, so Anakin knows he has… potentially four to five hours to do as he pleases with you. He fills your pussy up with his cum, making sure to push it back in with his fingers. He tongues and fingers your pretty tight hole until it is stretched and ready for another finger, he sucks and nibbles your tits until your nipples are swollen, and he forces your mouth open with his thumb to slide his cock to the back of your throat…

It's not like you're going to remember any of this anyway.

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cattyb2 · 1 year

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Take a Break

Summary: As news breaks of an assassin targeting Senators in Coruscant, each Senator is assigned a Jedi for protection detail. Anakin Skywalker, a young Jedi knight has been taking his job protecting you very seriously. He grew on you, and finally let you convince him to take a break.

Warnings: flirty Anakin, then protective and serious Anakin, blood, guilt - gif not mine

A meeting of the senators had just come to a close, the heavily armed room now leaving. Anakin Skywalker stood behind you the whole time, he didn’t make any commentary, not even a face as you argued endlessly with another senator. You couldn’t understand why anyone would want to prolong this war any longer. And you were mad.

You stood up quickly from your seat, your long evergreen colored dress swaying with your movements. The dress was nothing short of bothersome. It was exceptionally long, having a train, the sleeves fell so low around your hands, and the open back made a chill constantly run down your spine. You’re sure Anakin could sense how angry you were, and he learned in the past months of being with you to not ask. You’d come to him when you’re ready to explode, and he would sit down and listen to everything you had to say. He never disagreed, and often offered his own input.

“I cannot believe this is what we’ve come to!” You almost shouted while reentering your apartment. Chancellor Palpatine had each senator moved when these assassination attempts came to light. You left your small, homely apartment to get moved into a bigger one higher up. It had another room, as Anakin also stayed in this apartment to monitor you around the clock. It didn’t bother you, and he insisted it didn’t bother him. Of course, it was his job, but you’re sure the poor guy wanted alone time.

“I’m surprised you didn’t combust on the spot, Senator Y/L/N.” He joked lightly, though this was not the right time for it. You shot him a glare, which caused his smile to go into a smirk. He knew when he struck a nerve, he became very good at doing in these long months. “Alright, alright. I agree with you, you just need to get others to agree.”

“I cannot get others to agree when everyone’s head is so far up their own ass!” You shouted, forcefully ripping pins out of your hair, letting in fall down your back, finally providing much needed warmth.

“Senator,” Anakin said.

“We’ve been over this. No senator talk when it’s just the two of us, please Anakin. I need one person to treat me normally.”

“Your wish is my command, Y/N.”

He was resting against the back of the couch, his arms crossed. His mechanical fingers moved with the utmost precision.

“Does it ever, hurt?” You asked lightly, not wanting to offend.

“My arm?” He questions, although he already knew that was what you were talking about. You nodded, staying silent.

“Sometimes, other times I barley notice I’m without a limb. Depends on how busy you keep me.” He spoke calmly, another signature smirk on his face. You pursed your lips at the comment, but then again, what else did you expect to hear from him? His laugh rang out clear as day, his arms moving to grip the edges of the couch.

“You’re almost as infuriating as them.” You accused, trying to balance as you unlaced the summer styled wedges that adorned your tired feet.

“You wound me.”

“Good.”

“Maker, you look like a baby trying to take its first steps.”

You huffed, getting more irritated. You didn't want to bend over, not with him in front of you, and not with the low cut bodice dress you had on. So balancing on one foot while bringing the other up was the best solution in this current state. He knelt down in front of you, looking as if he was about to propose and confess his undying love for you. But his mouth stayed shut, lips still twisted into a light smirk. His mechanical arm reached out for your ankle, taking it softly, and resting your shoe clad foot on his thigh.

Your dress slid, exposing your entire leg and pretty high up on your thigh. Although it was a beautiful dress, the low cut front, exposed back, and high cut slit made you question if you were ever going to wear it again. A common dress back home, wasn’t so common on Coruscant.

You wanted to look away as he unlaced your shoes, if he looked up and saw the blush on your cheeks you knew it was over. He’d never let you live this down. But you couldn't tear your eyes away from him. Not as he gently placed your foot back down, reaching for the other.

“Do this often?” You asked, trying to split the tension with some humor.

“Would you be surprised to hear that you’re the first?” His breath tickled your leg, and you were sure he saw the goosebumps that it caused crawl across your skin.

“Yes, actually. I would.”

“Well I’m sorry darling,” He started, the name catching you off guard. “But with all my watching out for you, I haven’t much time to myself.” He dropped your foot back down to the ground, grabbing your shoes and stood back up.

“Trust me, Anakin. If I had my way you’d be out fighting on who knows what planet. Not here, wasting away day after day.”

“I don’t consider protecting you wasting away.”

“I know, which I’m extremely grateful for. But still, you’re a Jedi Knight, not a guard. They shouldn’t treat you as such. You should be off on the front lines somewhere, actually doing something for us.”

“I’ve been gone for a long time, it’s good to be back home. Plus I needed a break, I haven’t been able to relax since I was living on Tatooine.”

“Relax? I didn't even know you knew such a word.”

“Oh please, despite all you’ve heard about me I can relax.”

“Would you like to know how I relax?” You asked, not even caring if he didn't. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue. “I get out of this stuffy apartment.”

Anakin rolled his eyes, chuckling. “I’m afraid that is a non negotiable activity. We haven’t found who is behind these attacks, and until we do you are not going anywhere.”

“Well, I’ve heard there are some beautiful gardens the Jedi-”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“I’ve got you. What can happen?” You asked him. “Plus, only a Jedi can access these gardens I’ve heard about.”

“Those gardens are used for meditation. And I don’t believe Master Yoda or Master Windu would view kindly any sort of distraction.”

“Oh, so I’m a distraction?”

You couldn't imitate the look on his face if you tried, the eye roll and tight smirk.

“Take a break, Anakin. You’ve been at this for so long, nothing is going to happen in...” you thought for a minute. “20 minutes.”

“20 minutes?”

“In and out.” You say, getting excited he was considering it. “I just need something other than meetings, angry senators, and this stuffy apartment. So, I’m going somewhere tonight, with or without you.”

His eyes ran you up and down. Your dress perfectly hugged your figure, you were shorter than him, not by much. Your tan long legs made up for a lot of your height, although he never understood how you always managed to look so sun kissed. It’s not like you had much time to lounge around, especially not since the war started.

“In and out, and I mean it. I get one inkling of a feeling, and we’re done.”

“As you command, general.” You whispered, walking towards your room to change.

“Isn’t it me that is supposed to convince you to break the rules? This doesn’t seem like you, Senator.” The title rolled off his lips like honey, and your spine tingled.

“It does seem to be backwards.” You admitted, realizing that ever since you were appointed this position, you seemed to become a different person. “But where’s your sense of adventure, Skywalker?”

He watched you walk, you could feel his eyes boring into your back. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, but your ‘bodyguard’ was starting to feel a little bit more like a crush than he should.

Within a flash you slipped the dress from your shoulders and stepped out of it. It felt nice to put on a pair of pants, felt like such a mundane thing, but one you cherished. Although you would agree you had quite the knack for being a part of the senate, it wasn’t where you wanted to live forever. Traveling to all the planets, touching the stars. That’s what sounded like a life, not arguing with opposing sides.

You glanced at yourself before leaving the bedroom, you looked normal. Pants, a black jacket, pair of old working boots. You didn’t recognize the reflection staring back at you.

“Are you ready?” Anakin’s voice ripped you out of your headspace. You didn’t even hear the knock, but his knuckles where resting against your door.

“Yes.” You say with a smile, slipping past him in the doorframe and heading out of the apartment.

Little did you know, he did cherish spending all his time with you. He had learned a lot, seen a lot, met a lot of important people. But most importantly he gained a friend, someone who understood him, who listened to every feeling he had. Someone he had grown to admire, someone he had grown attached too. One of the first important rules of the Jedi, and he broke it. Broke it trying to do a job given to him by the Jedi. He spent long nights gazing out into the distance of Coruscant, telling himself, convincing himself that this wasn’t right. He was given a job, an order, and he was starting to let this job personally affect him. He never wanted to let you out of his sight, whether it be his job, or not.

But, little did Anakin Skywalker know, that you felt the same.

In the beginning it was a tad tedious in your mind to have a 24/7 bodyguard. The constant communication every second, the constant shadow following you to meetings. But over these looming months, he had been a constant. You knew he was there, and always would be. No matter the Chancellor, no matter the outer rim, it was just him and you.

As he escorted you to the gardens, it was hard to miss the lack of people around. Although yes, this was secluded, there was no one. No stray Jedi wandering about. It was silent, eerily so. By the look that homed in on Anakin’s face, you could guess he was feeling the same. His brows furrowed together, and his fists clenched tightly to his sides.

“Is everything alright?” You almost whispered it, as if you weren’t supposed to talk.

“Something about this isn't right.” He commented, eyes scanning the gardens. We hadn’t even entered them, only standing in the doorway. The sight of green was overwhelming, it filled your heart with some hope.

“It looks like home.” You whispered, this time not because you were worried if anyone would overhear, but because emotions clouded all your senses. You ignored Anakin’s voice, not purposely, but you couldn’t help just staring at what’s in front of you.

“Y/N, we need to go.”

You turned your head toward him, but everything happened before you could even move a finger. He moved, rushing in front of you, reaching for the lightsaber hooked to his belt. A blaster fired, the hit meant for you. There was a wind as Anakin hit the ground. The assassin fled, but that was the last thing you had on your mind. The only thing you could wrap your head around was the man laying on the ground in front of you, a blaster shot through his chest.

You started to scream, you screamed for help, hoping someone would round that corner. Hoping someone needed a late night meditation session.

“Y/N,” Anakin said softly, face scrunching with pain. You looked at him, you didn’t know when you crouched down but you held a type grip on his hand.

“We have to get you up, we need to find someone.” You started saying, but your words were getting stuck in your throat. “Please, please Anakin. I have to get you up.”

“I’m sorry, Senator Y/L/N. But you need to go, that assassin could still be around. I will not take the risk of him finding you alone. You need to leave.”

“I am not leaving without you.”

This groans intensified, and a light layer of sweat started to appear at his forehead. You knew this wasn’t good, you knew he needed help, and he needed it now. His Jedi robes were burned through, but the smell of flesh was fresh enough to make your nose crinkle. You wiped his longer hair out of his eyes, and stood up. Legs shaking, and breathing heavy you went to reach for his arms.

“Y/N. You need to leave. Go. Now. That’s an order.”

“Last time I checked, General. You cannot order me around. We are getting you up and we are getting out of here.”

He groaned loudly again as you tried to pull him up, you got him to a sitting position, but he wasn’t budging any further than that.

You kneeled in front of him, exposing your back to whoever just had tried to kill you. But you didn’t care about that, the only possible thing you could think of was Anakin Skywalker.

“Anakin. Get up. NOW. We don’t have time, I need to get you up and get you help. I can drag you the whole way once you’re standing, but I need you to help me.” You pleaded, one of your hands resting against the back of his shoulder, helping keeping him propped up, the other rubbing soft circles on his cheek with your thumb. “If you do not get up,” you started to say. “I will be forced to stay here with you, assassin nearby or not. I will not leave you alone, and if you die, then i’ll die out here with you.”

Trying to convince a stubborn man to listen to you was not the easiest task. But the threat of staying here was enough to panic him into helping you get him to stand. By whatever power you possessed, you managed to get him standing. He screamed in pain, his jaw clamped down tight, and his nostrils flared.

“Y/N.” He whispered as you linked your arm around his back, throwing his left arm over your shoulder. “Y/N.” He said again, his tone more urgent.

“I’m not leaving you behind so I’d just drop that if I were you.” You snapped, focusing on starting to drag him out of the gardens.

“They’re back. I can feel them.”

“The assassin?” You asked, your heart beat starting to race as you already knew that was the answer.

Before he could answer you, a familiar voice came from Anakin’s wrist. The com link. How could you forget about that?

“Anakin, Anakin.” It was Obi-wan.

You grabbed his wrist, ready to quickly tell him where you guys were, and that you needed help, and fast.

“Obi-wan, we are at the gardens. Anakin is hurt badly, we need -“

“Say another word and I’ll kill you both.” It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling, having a blaster pressed to your back. But it wasn’t one that you ever wanted to deal with again.

The assassin stood tall behind both you and Anakin. You let go of the com link, hearing Obi-wan’s panicked voice still coming in.

“Senator Y/L/N? Senator? Can you hear me?”

“Turn around slowly Senator, and drop the Jedi.”

Anakin’s spine snapped up straight. His eyes going cold, and his breathing even more intense than it previously was. Whatever pain he was feeling, the burning wound on his right peck was no longer existent in his mind.

“Run, Y/N.” He whispered, unhooking his arm from around your shoulders. Anakin turned, shoving both his hands in front of him as the assassin flew backwards. “GO.” As Anakin drew his lightsaber, stumbling slightly, you turned and ran towards the council room. Someone had to be there, Obi-wan had to be coming once he heard about Anakin.

Your body came to a screeching halt as the sounds of blaster fire rang from behind you. Anakin.

You turned back around, determined to do something. What, you didn’t know. You weren’t a Jedi, you didn’t have the force, a lightsaber, you didn’t even have a blaster on you. You were utterly defenseless. Yet, still you ran in his direction. You shouldn’t have left him, why did you leave him?

“Senator!” It was Obi-wan’s voice. You turned towards him, tears prickling in your eyes. He wasn’t alone, Mace Windu and Yoda trailed behind him. Lightsabers drawn except for Yoda. You couldn’t pull your body away from where Anakin was. Your feet were frozen, but your mind was running wild. Obi-wan and Windu ran past you.

“Senator Y/L/N, with me you must come.” You knew he could tell you weren’t psychically hurt, but mentally you were battling yourself. You wanted to go to him, needed to see him. “Taken care of, he will be. Protect you, we must.” You knew he was right, and as the blaster fire finally ceased, you turned towards Yoda.

“Master Yoda,” You started saying. He just nodded, and motioned for you to walk. Your feet stayed planted, all your weight leaning forward, still ready to run in the direction of Anakin. But it was eerily silent again, and you were struck with the overwhelming feeling that you could have lost him.

“Come, meet them in medical bay we shall.” You knew there was no point in arguing with him, he’s far too wise to argue with. You silently nodded, ripping your head from Anakin’s direction and walking with Yoda.

You sat in the same chair for hours. Although to you, it felt as though days have passed. Yoda sat you down and stayed with you for a while, which you assured him was unnecessary. The threat was eliminated, which means not only are you in any harm, but also that there would no longer be a need for Anakin being with you.

“Alone right now, I do not think you should be.”

“With all due respect Master Yoda, alone is all I want to be right now.”

“Fine he will be. Guilt, you have. Very troubling indeed, but not your fault, this was.”

“He’s been with me every day, every minute, for the past couple months. Knowing his reputation I thought he’d get bored and break the orders he was given. But he never did. This was my fault, I asked him to take me there. I wasn’t listening when he said there was a threat. I did this.”

“You did nothing, Senator.” Obi-Wan spoke, although you didn’t even notice when he walked in. “This is no one’s fault. He followed orders, he protected you, also allowing us to catch this assassin.”

You sighed, running your hands through your hair.

“Maybe you should get some rest, Senator.” Obi-wan suggested.

“I want to see him.” You said, ignoring his comment completely. You weren’t trying to be rude, and all three of you knew that. But you couldn’t erase the rush of terror that filled your body when the events of the night unfolded before you.

“One must be mindful of their feelings.” Yoda said, studying me.

“I’m no Jedi, Master Yoda. I respect you, I respect all the Jedi for what they do. Anakin and I were pushed together by the councils doing. And in these long months he became my friend. So I mean no offense when I say tonight, I don’t have to mindful of a damn thing. I want to see him, I need to see my friend.”

You’ve heard about Yoda’s extraordinary wisdom and ability to read people. So he could probably read right through you now. Something about the young General made your heart skip a beat, yes, he was your friend, one of your best friends. But he was something more, a bit of happiness, and he reminded you of home.

You could sense Obi-wan and Yoda gazing at each other, a silent conversation over what to do.

“I’ll take you to him.” Obi-wan finally spoke, offering a soft smile. You only nodded, no longer trusting your voice.

The walk was silent, but quick. You had been ushered to change earlier, Anakin’s blood on your other set of clothes. The blue dress was simple, but elegant. More acceptable to see a senator in versus pants. As you came to the door Obi-wan stopped in front of it.

“He’s a little out of it, but shouldn’t cause an issue.”

“This is Anakin Skywalker, when has he not caused an issue?” You quipped.

“Right as always, Senator Y/L/N.” Over the months Obi-wan had also become more present in your life. Of course, not as much as Anakin, but you noticed him around more. You tried to get him to just call you by your first name, no formalities, but it never worked. Obi-wan was a rule follower, a senator you’d always be to him. As Master Kenobi walked away, you stood in the doorway and stared at him. He was sitting up right, and not bandaged like you thought. The wound looked more healed, like it happened weeks ago. It was still an angry shade of red, but it looked … old.

“Force healing.” He said calmly. You looked up towards him, peeling your eyes away from his chest.

“Ani- I.” You started your apology to him.

“Don’t. I don’t need an apology, and I don’t want to hear one.”

“You could have died. You could have died because I pushed you to do something. I pushed you when all you wanted to do was keep me safe.”

“I did my job, and even if it wasn’t my job, I would still do the exact same thing. If you haven’t picked up on that already, I’m afraid you aren’t using your head Senator.”

“You’re never allowed to do that again. Do you hear me?”

He chuckled, his normal, sassy, Anakin chuckle.

“Come here, Y/N.”

You sat down on the bed, slightly facing him. You didn’t want to stare at his chest, but it was right in front of you. His skin tanned, and his muscles rippled around with each breath he took. But you also didn’t want to stare at the wound.

“Thank you.” You whispered, looking down to your fingers. “Thank you for saving my life.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for. I did it today, and I would do it all over again tomorrow. If that’s what it takes to know you’re protected. That’s the price I’d pay, because there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make sure you’re safe.”

“So stay with me. Don’t go, just live with me, be with me.” He was silent for a moment, taking in the words you effortlessly spoke.

“You know for a Senator you sure wear your feelings on your sleeve.”

“You know for a Jedi you have formed an attachment.” He laughed, a wince of pain flashed across his face but he barely let it show.

“Will you always fight me, Senator?”

“Until my last breath.” You confessed. He smiled, motioning you towards him.

“You sure you could keep this a secret?” He questioned, causing you to scoff.

“Yes.” You responded. “But only if you could keep this secret.” Before giving him the chance to respond, you turned his face towards yours and pressed your lips against his. They were softer than you’d think for a man who was just shot, and you smiled. You could feel him smile too, pulling back ever so slightly to gaze at your face.

“I don’t know if I can keep this secret, I must find a way to keep my mouth occupied so I won’t spill.”

“That was the worst thing I’ve ever heard.” You say, holding back a laugh.

“Kiss me, darling.”

This was Anakin Skywalker. The man, the myth, the legend. A name known in every corner of the galaxy. And you couldn’t be any happier to have his lips pressed against yours.

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padfootdaredmetoo · 3 months

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Anakin Skywalker X Padawan Reader

This was purely selfish, but I couldn't get it out of my head. I don't think there is a demand for these sorts of fics. Anyway, this takes place during the Revenge of the Sith. The reader is Anakin's Padawan from the Clone Wars. When she hears that Anakin is fallen to the dark side she decides it's a great time to confess her feelings. (she is legal and he didn't know her as a kid) (I'm not exactly well versed in Star Wars lore so apologies in advance)

Warnings: Kissing

You were not entirely shocked by Obi-Wan’s words. The chancellor's words about the Republic's corruption had drawn you in too. But No way Anakin was a Sith. You had been beside him the whole war. No way he would turn his back on you or Obi-Wan or his life.

Maybe that was your heart speaking. You could feel darkness clouding him but could still feel him well enough to find him. You landed your ship and walked out. The planet's heat bit at your skin and your eyes burned.

You felt him acknowledge your presence and your stomach filled with nerves. Anakin had been through a lot in his life and you saw how people often treated him. You knew there was a chance he was so far gone that killing you wouldn't be an issue.

But your heart held so much hope you were rooted on the path in front of you. You had tried to be a good Padawan, tried to avoid attachment. But avoiding attachment to him was almost impossible. Everything about him puts you at ease.

He emerged from the shadowy arch onto the bridge you had landed on. His hood was drawn and you wanted nothing more than to rip it off. You wanted see his eyes while he broke your heart.

“Anakin.” You broke the silence and the hurt was already palpable in your voice. He moved towards you, coming close and grabbing your shoulders.

“You have to understand. The corruption, all of this war, everything it’s -”

“All lies, Anakin. Palpatine is playing everyone, I don’t trust him.”

“The power is necessary to bring balance to the galaxy. It’s necessary to save you.” Anakin’s voice was dark and it caused you to shudder.

“I don’t want you to be the chosen one.” You whispered raising your hands up slowly and pushing his hood back. His eyes were varying dark shades of red.

“Who do you want me to be then?” He snapped. Everyone always needed or wanted him to be something, you were no exception.

“Mine.” You barely got the words out. This confession was going to doom you, yet you knew if there was a way, any chance of bringing him back, you had to take it. His eyes flared.

“I must master death to keep you alive. My dreams - I won't lose you like my mother.” You could feel his mental blocks fluttering.

“You saw me dying surrounded by lava.” You waved a hand around. “So save me.” He thought about your words for a moment.

“Not even the Sith can master death, they can move bodies, do you really want Palpatine inside me?” You raised a brow and he gripped your shoulders tighter in anger.

“No, but I - I can’t go back now.” You felt his mind move back to the control room behind him. All those separatists dead.

“Don’t judge me if I don't mourn for them.” You knew you should be more serious about things, but that’s just how you were with Anakin. They could be in the thick of battle still telling jokes.

“He wants me to go kill the younglings,” Anakin whispered.

“Good Luck.” You snorted and his eyes flared. “Anakin you cried like a baby when you held Senator Amidala's kids for the first time. You can do a lot of things, but killing children isn't one of them.”

“Why are you so sure of me?” His voice was breaking and you could feel his emotions radiating off of him more freely.

“Because I love you.” You felt his arms slacken and moved towards him. Grabbing his face.

“The code-”

“Had never stopped us from misbehaving before.” You watched the war raging in his mind. You decided to go for it, worst case you would die but at least you would know what it would be like to kiss him. You pulled at his face and raised up on your tiptoes. He didn't make it easy for you, but then again he never did.

Your lips crashed against his and you felt his arms wrap around you tightly. His head bowed to you and he kissed you back. The attachment forming between you was all-consuming. It took all of you and you could feel his memories and mind pressing against yours. He felt everything inside you. All your emotions about him. There was no space to feel self-conscious as his own love poured against you. Tears spilled down your cheeks and he gripped at your flesh through your robes.

Mine - Be mine Anakin

Your mind kept saying it over and over and over again before you realized he could probably hear it. His kisses were harsh and consuming and you could feel them in your soul. There is nowhere you wouldn't follow this bond. You prayed he would be kind, if only for your sake, and return to the light.

A splash of lava washed up on the edge of the bridge as chunks of rocks slid into it. He broke the kiss abruptly.

“Time to save you.” He motioned towards the ramp of the ship. You went inside and like every mission over the past three years, you resumed your usual positions. His eyes were their usual rich brown and you felt your muscles relax. You took the first easy breath in a long time.

He chose you.

“You have a stowaway on this ship.” He said. You stood up and moved in front of Anakin, lightsaber drawn. A move he repeatedly tried to get you to stop. But at the end of the hall, Obi-Wan’s figure revealed itself.

Anakin struggled with his master occasionally and you hoped that this didn’t set him back. He needed time to rest before coming to terms with everything if he was going to stay in the light. After that, they could lecture him.

“Master,” Anakin said in a neutral voice.

“Anakin.” Obi-Wan greeted him with a broken voice. Anakin moved past you and moved towards his master. Obi-Wan grabbed Anakin’s face looking into his eyes before making a choking sound.

His arms wrapped around Anakin tightly.

“My boy, my son.” The tears were evident in his voice. “I failed you. Anakin -” His voice cut off as Anakin hugged him back.

“It wasn’t your fault, master.” Anakin was crying too.

“It was, it is. I should have- I was so focused on doing everything by the code, I forgot some of Qui-Gon’s most important rules.” You decided to resume your spot steering the ship giving them a moment. “He tried to tell me of corruption, I didn’t see it till-”

“Master no one saw it. I let you down and I’m sorry.”

“It is behind us now.” He released Anakin and patted him on the back. You looked over your shoulder and watched as he tried to compose himself. Tears were streaming down your own face.

“Not you too,” Anakin said moving towards you.

“Dad moments kill me.” You mumbled wiping the tears on the back of your hands. Anakin took his seat and motioned for you to come sit on his lap. You didn't need to be asked twice. You curled up in his lap, tucking your face into his neck. Obi-Wan took your spot.

“I haven't slept in a very long time.” You yawned “I’m sorry if I doze off.” Anakin only kissed the top of your head. He was just happy to be trusted to hold your sleeping body. To be trusted to watch over you.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐃 . . p II, anakin sywalker

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ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ :

to conquer your own thoughts, you're forced to begin training with the being who second-handedly started them in the first place. anakin skywalker.

ᶜ ʰ ᵃ ʳ ᵃ ᶜ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ ˢ :

ᵃⁿᵃᵏⁱⁿ ˢᵏʸʷᵃˡᵏᵉʳ x

ᶠᵉᵐ! ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

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swearing

< part 1

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anakin was waiting for you at the training rink when you finally arrived, somehow having managed to pull yourself out of bed long enough to get ready for your nightly lessons.

your limbs and muscles were still sore from earlier trainings. anakin had warned you not to put what you learned of the methods before into your battling, because you weren't ready, because you hadn't yet found a balance. you felt confident after the second night that you'd be applying it already, but apparently, his claims were correct. almost immediately upon using it, you were knocked seamlessly to the ground.

still, it had been five days since the first lesson. you tried in bed whenever sleep was harder to grasp than usual, while you walked the plains, and especially when you had nothing better to do. the most amount of time you could conquer your thoughts and push them down was 30 seconds, which was truthfully pathetic in your eyes. yet, he told you it would take time. you took that serious by the third night, and even more now. the fifth.

other than that, you wanted to believe training was mostly the same, even if it wasn't. not exactly. because... anakin no longer got on your nerves. you no longer got on his. it was weird to say that the last time you had thoroughly glared at him was almost a week ago. the last time you had called him filthy names was just as far back as that. there was still tension. though you didn't bicker, you also didn't joke. or smile. it was oddly... not awkward, but serious. serious in a way it had never been before.

upon closer proximity, you expected the skeptical look on his face was due to your slight tardiness. but anakin didn't bring it up. his eyes didn't even fall to yours once, remaining on your hair, which you had done up prettily.

"what?" you accused nervously, one hand toying with the braid, streaked across your scalp in a coronet. you even went so far as to weave little daisies in, but you couldn't tell if he liked it or not. he just stared and stared.

"i've never..." he trailed off, and you jumped in.

"padmé taught me."

anakin finally met your gaze, his eyes somehow more vibrantly hued than they had been earlier nights, though, you imagined you hadn't really paid attention to them before. or any aspect of him all together. you didn't want to imagine why you were now. you also told yourself he only cared to notice because you never really styled your hair. even you only half-recognized yourself after it was done. you looked... innocent. younger.

"since when have you and padmé talked?" he cocked his head, eyes narrowing in confusion. accusing confusion. you pursed your lips.

"we're friends. i have friends." though, you didn't quite know if that was true or not. padmé was kind, of course. but she was kind to everyone. you wanted so badly to imagine you had acquired a bond with her and you really would've if she didn't act exactly the same to everyone as she to did you.

but why was anakin asking anyways? he never asked before. you would've bet he definitely wouldn't have a week ago. it might've been stupid, but... maybe he did care. you didn't care if he cared. but maybe he did. maybe he paid attention to what you did.

"that's probably gonna come undone." apparently not.

"what do you..."

"fighting. it's probably gonna come undone." anakin crossed his arms over his chest, shifting his stance. you blinked confusedly.

"we're applying the methods to fighting, now?" there was no way. there was no way you were ready.

"only simple stances. formations. other things. you didn't think we'd just randomly start your regular training with the methods without practicing first, right?" but you had. you expected it to be an automatic thing.

"...no?" thankfully, he said nothing of your flushed cheeks and stupid sputtering, only circling around you, and much to your surprise, lifting his hands to your hair. "hey— what are you—?!"

"relax. i'm taking it out," he cut you off, his fingers slowly untangling the braid. quickly, you whirled around, batting at his hand.

"i want it to stay in," was your response. ahead of you, anakin raised a brow, skepticism passing through his eyes.

"it's already coming undone." it was true. you could feel stray pieces of hair brushing against your neck, sending shivers across your arms. no matter how much you wanted to defy him, it would fully come out with just a few jerks or unexpected movements, so tentatively, slowly, you turned back around, gulping.

a moment or two later, and you could feel his hands in your hair, parting the braid through the middle and pulling it apart. you winced when he accidentally yanked too hard, and said nothing in return to his lazy apology. it was so quiet. you could feel his breath on your neck. you didn't know if you liked it, either.

"it was pretty," anakin said once it was fully out and you had turned around, face twisted in shyness. "the coronet. i liked it."

you wore your hair in that same coronet the next day.

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your nightly trainings were split up into two sections.

first, warming up. you'd practice for the hour, keeping your thoughts locked away. anakin didn't have to remind you any longer of your posture or your breathing, because you did it easily and involuntarily. by the end, you managed 0 thoughts for almost the whole of the hour. it wasn't the hardest part.

if you thought training was difficult before, it was 10 times worse now. anakin added using the method to both your morning lessons and nightly lessons. that's how bad it was. whenever you focused too much on fighting, you gave up on your breathing all together and went back to square one: painful distractedness. and if you focused too much on the method, you forgot even the most basic fighting rules. it was all too much.

"i heard you're practicing outside of lessons," anakin hummed beside you, handing you your sabers to begin. the hilts were cool in your hands, and you shifted them around and shot him a confused look simultaneously.

"how did you know that?"

"complaining."

"complaining?!" you stopped dead, eyes blown wide and voice lilting higher. a smile grew on his lips, and his shoulders bunched in a shrug.

"you're loud." he answered, and you sputtered, gulping down surprise.

"well— i— i'm taking this... seriously.."

anakin cocked his head, motioning you into your stance with a lift of the hand. you quickly obliged, still half-shocked.

"trust me, i was surprised too."

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it was 1 week more of practicing elongating the breathing time and focusing on pushing those thoughts away, that anakin finally announced you'd be applying it to fighting.

by then, you could stop thinking all together for hours at a time. you knew because you practiced even outside of lessons, when too many words plagued you and choked you and taunted you. not only that, but you were getting significantly better at adding it to your fighting. you continued training in the mornings, which were the exact same except for the small—well... not so small—fact that you and anakin no longer fought. you were improving. you saw it in his eyes. that pride. that happiness. for you. it made your chest swell. it made you drawn to him even more than you didn't dare admit you already were.

"i want you to do this during actual training in the mornings, as well," anakin added, his black cloak billowing in the breeze. "any extra time to practice this is useful. meaningful. fighting stance."

quickly, you shifted into the stand that had become pure instinct, that you slunk into without so much as a thought. he nodded before you, head tilting slightly up. you flicked your lightsabers at your sides and did not dare look down at the forming green lights that emerged from their hilts. anakin did the same.

"rear hook." it always started with formations. gracefully, you pivoted on your feet, jutting out your right arm and jabbing at him. he quickly deflected. "lead." other arm. it was only a few more directions and forms before he was joining in, before he had ceased to guide you.

one arm above your head, saber pointed down, and one in the other, pointing up, you circled each other. when he acted, you blocked. when you acted, he blocked. the sound of beams clashing and soft grunting was what you focused on, keeping your thoughts at a minimum. it was hard to control both. so unbelievably hard. you nearly stumbled once, when you concentrated too much of your energy on that nothingness.

"balance," he said over shuffling boots and strained huffs, and you shifted your attention to both. "good."

the fight must've gone on forever. you were anticipating it. that look to the side. you already knew how you'd act. you already knew he'd expect you to look with him, so the plan you formulated beforehand was to jab at him while his gaze strayed away. to perform the same move on him that had knocked you to your feet so many times. he must've known you were anticipating it. because he did not act.

the moon was high above you, your rapid movements rising a sheen of sweat to your forehead, heating your body to the point of agitation. still, anakin did not look away. you began to wonder whether he even would. he threw out a particular cross and you stumbled on your feet, stumbled for one mere second that almost cost you everything. he moved to knock you down, and it was years of training and muscle memory that slunk you low to the ground, missing his saber and his blow by mere inches. huffing, you quickly rose again, slipping back. he fought you further out of the pit. now, you were solely playing defense. no more offense. your tired body couldn't afford it. even then, it was a miracle you were keeping up this well. the method.

he backed you even more out of the training center, until you were certain he'd push you back to your chambers ways away. that was his plan. so, you formed your own, allowing a sliver of thought into your mind. yes, that would work. as easy as flowing water, you twirled to the side, completely twisting until you were at his back. anakin hadn't suspected that. you knew it, too, because he stumbled slightly forward and you took the opportunity to jab him to the ground. he was too quick. he spun around as fast as you had and quickly deflected your thrust with his own, a grin growing on his cheeks.

"better," he commented, and it was pride that danced in your arms, that gave you a newfound burst of energy. now, you were offense. he still tried at you, but you were mainly the one jabbing. jabbing. and jabbing. and jabbing. anakin's brows were furrowed in concentration, sweat dripping down his face. you locked the thought of how beautiful he looked right then and there away and instead invited the revelation that he was seriously struggling with open arms. and it was working. maybe you'd win. maybe you'd really win.

and then, he did it.

anakin looked to the side. and you lost all of your senses. your pride had clouded your better judgement. you lost control of your thoughts, and they scattered. and they scattered. and they scattered. what was he looking at? so you looked. and you were knocked to your feet. as expected.

"shit!" you cried out halfway down, already knowing what was to be your fate. all of your pride was gone by the time you hit the ground, sprawling and rolling until you eventually harshly stopped on your back, groaning and cursing words you were unsure were even curses. "shit shit shit—" you grunted angrily, resting your head on the ground and breathing rapidly through your mouth, which you could feel caking with the dirt floating in the air around you. the dirt that you had disturbed when you stumbled. everything ached. when your thoughts came rushing back, you became keenly aware of how your shoulder throbbed and how slick your hands were, flexing against absolutely nothing. you must've lost your sabers. you groaned and groaned, body tensing and relaxing in pain, your heartbeat in your ears.

and when your vision cleared of its blurriness and you finally looked up, you found anakin looming over you, a slight smile on his face. "it will take time. i expected this. and i'm pleased, y/n." no more ace. the thought did not make you feel any better. you twisted your body onto your side and spit straight onto the ground, the taste of dirt and soil and grit a taunting in your mouth. when you rested your body back on the ground, you lazily wiped at your lips with the back of your hand, chest heaving.

"if this happened one month ago, your entire bloodline would be insulted by now," you bit out, voice a harsh croak against your throat. you scowled. and anakin... laughed.

it was.. you gulped, watching his lips contort into a smile you could tell he was fighting, watching his chest stutter, and finally, watching his eyes crinkle and laughter leave his mouth. your eyes widened in surprise. it was a melody. a litany of notes. it was a joyous thing. you'd never heard him laugh. your heart jumped to your throat, something you couldn't grasp coursing through you. and he was so... pretty. he was so handsome. you didn't fight the thought anymore. anakin was so beautiful you almost forgot that the reason behind your aching limbs was him. him. him. him.

"i'd expect no less from you," he finally spoke, his smile loitering on his lips even after he had stopped laughing. you were rendered speechless. never before had you seen such a wondrous sight. something so painfully stunning. gorgeous. you wanted to ask him if he could laugh again. you didn't, instead, tentatively taking the hand he had extended for you to help you up. he handed you your lightsabers, which were now turned off, and still, you were gawking. only when it threatened how you acted around him did you use the method to block out the sound, the look, the feel of his laughter. "i'm thoroughly impressed, y/n. don't think lowly of yourself for failing. think highly because you have improved."

"okay," you said stupidly, your voice lilted higher. clearing your throat, you shook your head and tried again. "i meant— thank you."

the whole way home, you weren't thinking about how close you were to beating him, but instead, that damned laugh you had somehow brought out.

---

the next 7 days after that were pure torture.

you failed. and failed. and failed more. it was back to square one, bruises littered almost everywhere over your body and your failures deeply buried within you. each time you fell was another reason to hate it. to hate training. to want to quit all together. the only difference was the fact that you couldn't bring yourself to hate anakin too anymore.

before, you would've blamed him. now, he was the only reason you stuck with it, never failing to make you laugh or just smile by the end of it. but a few giggles was nothing in comparison. you were beginning to lose hope.

it was late. very, very late.

for some reason, the night was keeping you awake. no matter how forcefully you shut your eyes, or how much you twisted and turned in your sea of bedsheets, you could not fall asleep for the life of you. sleep was far. far, far away. no where near. you did not harbor even a lick of tiredness. it was torture.

you thought, surely, after 7 long days of fighting with the method and barely getting rest, you'd be out as soon as you hit the mattress, but it was the exact opposite. it was frustrating you to the point of actual, genuine anger. and you knew why.

7 days. and you had yet to beat anakin. you wanted it so badly, that victory, to finally, once and for all, shut all those shitty thoughts of torture and palms and conniving mothers from your mind. you hadn't done it. not yet. they still haunted you, and even though the method kept them out, it was not long after using it that they just came back. so you could not help it when you got out of bed and rushed out your room, looking for one person in particular.

anakin was at his desk, writing things you could not see from your place in his opened door. his back was painfully... bare, a sight that made you gulp. for a moment, you felt hesitant. you didn't want to bother him, but your skin was itching and prickling with what you knew was a need to fight. so, you knocked lightly on the ajar wood, pulling him from whatever papers he was scrawling on.

much like his back, the rest of his upper-body was left uncovered. the only thing he wore was a black pair of sweatpants, and it left you trying so, so hard not to stare as he turned around, a look of surprise and confusion enveloping his features.

"y/n?— what are you doing up this late?"

"ahem," you coughed, shifting on your feet. "i hope i'm not interrupting—"

"oh, no." anakin looked back to the papers, then back at you, coming to a stand. you couldn't help it. you looked. and he was straight out of a painting. he was... he was something poets wrote about. he was something people became poets to write about. quickly looking back up, you licked your lips free of dryness.

"right, i've been.. i've been thinking. and, y'know..." you cleared your throat. "i've— i've given a lot to the lessons, but— i'm not yet... satiated. i know i'm doing better, you've reminded me—" he nodded. "—but, i don't think— i really— just... want to conquer my weaknesses. i know i can, so— i really just— do you think we can maybe... train.. right now?" bewilderment hit him like a bullet to the chest, his eyebrows raised, his stare the face of pure shock. your words were tentative and just barely there in the space of his room, but he still heard them.

"train?"

"i just— i want to— i want to fight. please. just so i can..." you gestured to your chest. "get it out of the system." still confused, anakin slowly nodded, looking at you strangely.

"you should be asleep—"

"we don't have to train in the rink. just outside. please, anaki— master. please?" his name on your lips was what made him agree. not without hesitation. his brows narrowed, he stared at you for a moment, then at the ground, and back at you.

"okay. fine, but just tonight, y/n."

"yes, just tonight."

you watched as he faltered in his deciding for a moment, briefly worrying that he'd change his mind, but then, he turned on his heel and put on his robes over his pants. you looked down at your nightly attire. a simple pairof sweats and a loose t-shirt. it would do.

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the grass below your boots squelched snd squeaked as you came to a stop ways away from the quarters, but not far enough to be at the rink. you gripped your sabers in your hands and followed along when anakin rattled off formations, pivoting and twisting with each movement. finally, he joined in.

"left leg," he reminded, and you strengthened it, shifting it into a better place on the ground. he tried at you, a left hook, and you quickly deflected.

it went slowly at first. you lost the first time. and the second. and the third. your sleepwear was streaked with grass stains and dirt, and still, you got back up, determined, each time, with a new burst of confidence.

"watch your breathing," anakin spoke over the sound of sabers clashing, of soft grunts and greenery ripping from the ground. each time you jabbed, he easily blocked, making a mockery of your tries. one time, you got lucky, and hit him where anyone would've collapsed, but he didn't even flinch. "don't let your emotions through."

the moon was high above your shoulder, bathing anakin in soft light that would've made your stomach twist and clench if it weren't for the method. his face was set in perfect neutrality. it honestly scared you, who he became and how he became on the battlefield.

both were playing equal offense. when he hit, you hit a moment later. when he blocked, you blocked a moment after that. it was all just a game, a big chess board with only two pieces, being moved and turned and whirled around. when your breathing started growing hard, so did his. when sweat began accumulating on your forehead, it began gathering on his as well. he performed a perfect right cross and you stumbled a moment, nearly losing your footing all together. he took the moment to knock you down, but you skillfully pivoted out of the way. anakin just kept hitting at you, and you just kept hitting at him.

the grounds there were slipperier. it was because it was grass instead of dirt, and it was a horrible disadvantage. you kept wondering whether you'd slip or not, and sometimes, when you almost did, you almost lost all of your bearings with it. anakin never once slipped, and it was beginning to get harder to keep up with him than it should've been. you were already discouraged, but when you started feeling droplets of precipitation hit your skin, you accepted the fact that you'd lose.

soon, it was drizzling, and then, it was raining for real. anakin grumbled ahead of you, but you didn't let it go to your head. you kept to the method and the skills you knew anyways. because you were expecting him to look off to the side, and you were rooting for yourself, and you were rooting for that moment, determined to conquer those thoughts once and for all and jab him to the ground. the rain was just another distraction. one you shoved into the depths of your mind. until you nearly couldn't.

it was borderline-pouring soon enough. "shit," you uttered, but of course, anakin said nothing. drenched, his hair soaked through and water falling down his cheeks, he looked so, so painfully gorgeous, and you could bet a million dollars that you looked the exact opposite. he managed to make everything beautiful. it was an invading thought. you quickly pushed it down, realizing your form was getting sloppier and your arms were dropping. you deflected and deflected, the rain fighting to seep into your eyes.

time and time again, you failed. each lesson, morning and night, it was all anakin made you practice. true fighting. real fighting. and you failed. you kept failing. now, though?

you were losing all your motivation, feeling it slip away from inside you, just as the rain on your face was, when it happened. there were no thoughts running in your head. not of the chill in your spine, not of how sore your limbs were, both of anything at all.

anakin looked to the side. and there you were, and there was that opportunity. right in front of you. as it had been for the past 7 days. and all those times, you had slipped past it without even looking its way. this time, you grasped it and held onto it. and jabbed at him.

one moment, he was on his feet, his head facing away from you in an attempt to throw you off, and the next, he was pushed in the shoulder, causing a falter in balance, where you struggled, but swept him to the ground. the grass squelched. rain pelted. a pained hiss left his lips, and you gasped. your first instinct was to reach out a hand to help him up, discarding your light sabers in the process. your clothes were soaked through. the precipitation did not prevail. he was holding his side in a way that suggested it'd bruise up.

and then, he looked at you, his face so gorgeous in the rain, and he was smiling. "you did it."

shock hit you so hard your senses came along with it. every thought you had kept away, every feeling, every sense, came rushing back. it was like flying midair and then having your wings clipped, hitting the ground not a moment later. the chill, the feel of the grass, the tremor of your hands, the ache in your limbs, the stupid rain. and how damned beautiful he was.

"you did it," he repeated, and you just stared in shock, your mouth parted and your eyes growing wide. and then you were laughing. and you laughed, and laughed, and laughed. stumbling back, you clutched your stomach, surprised giggles escaping your throat, sore and dry. you tiled your head up, allowing the rain to stream down your face, allowing the victory, allowing it, and then, you looked back down at anakin and extended a hand, which he hesitantly grasped, pulling him up and jumping on your feet.

"i did it!" you exclaimed, clutching his fingers and prancing around in your boots. "i did it, i did it, i did it," you repeated and repeated, circling him and holding his hand through it. you never met his eyes, simply twisting and turning and smiling and laughing, your soul let free, your victory accomplished. the rain pelted your face, and you admired it. you let the thoughts back in again, stopped counting your breathing, and just let the moment happen.

"anakin—" you cheered, finally meeting his eyes again. he was already looking at you. and there was something there. your laughter died in your throat, your smile slightly dropping as he stared at you with a look of confusion, of shock on his face. "wh— what is it?..."

"i don't—...." was all he said. your stomach flipped, and you sent him a curious look, which paled in comparison to your rushing nervousness and shyness. you nervously laughed, brows furrowing.

"what do you—" and then, his lips were on yours.

a squeak of pure shock left the back of your throat, reverberating through your mouth and into his. because his mouth was on yours. his mouth... what? you froze, absolutely froze. your heartbeat in your ears drowned out the sound of the thundering rain all around you. you didn't know what to do. he didn't either, apparently. why was he?... anakin was kissing you. why was he kissing you? he was clearly inexperienced. his lips on yours were an awkward thing, unsure how to move, or how to even kiss in the first place, and his hand was still in yours. you barely moved for the three seconds it happened, paralyzed with shock. because anakin skywalker was kissing you. someone you didn't even know could feel love. someone who you knew wasn't supposed to. that didn't cross your mind. you barely even remembered to close your eyes, only doing so when he did.

and when he pulled away, silence fell. your mouth fell open, searching for words. found none. he stared at you. and stared.

"anakin—"

"i'm sorry." he stepped back, his hand falling from yours, and you immediately moved to stop him from leaving. his face had completely crumbled in on itself. your stomach twisted. "i don't— i don't know..."

"no— no, don't apologize. it's fine." you gulped down nervousness, eyes blown slightly wide. anakin's lips pulled up slightly, his eyes meeting yours once again. hope lit up in them. you smiled back.

you did not kiss again that night, but all your others spent with him, training, included a lot of it.

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𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴 - anakin skywalker x fem! reader (part two)

pairing: anakin skywalker x fem! reader

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You couldn’t bear another moment of dinner with Anakin. Something about him set your nerves on fire and left you completely unsettled–in a good way, a way that you’ve rarely felt before. But it was a way that you didn’t know how to deal with, and this deeply troubled you. How were you going to spend the next ten rotations with him? It sounded like a disaster waiting to happen. You doubted Anakin would do anything wrong. No, you would be the one to do something wrong. Totally embarrassing yourself in front of him or unintentionally acting off-putting just because you found him too attractive.

Dammit, you were thinking like a schoolgirl with a crush.

After retreating to your quarters, you began to pace around your room. You had to get yourself out of this situation. Avoidance was always your favorite escape plan. It made life simpler when you avoided anything that made you uncomfortable or anxious. You weren’t exactly sure how you would avoid the 6’2 hunk of a Jedi. Asking Gido to remove him was out of the question. You couldn’t have Anakin removed, especially after the Chancellor had been kind enough to request one of the Jedi’s best members. You were being immature and you knew it. It hadn’t even been a full day and this man already made you so nervous that you felt like going haywire.

You gave yourself a small facepalm. “What am I going to do?” you whispered to yourself. You needed to put distance between you and Anakin. That way you would stay as unaffected as possible. Plus, it’s not like anything could happen between you two. Anakin was a Jedi, and you knew that the Jedi had some unorthodox rules surrounding relationships. However (a small and delusional) part of you already imagined a future between the two of you. You already imagined your lips on his. A man that captivating only came around every few millennia. Well, that was hyperbolic of you to think. Even you, a celebrity with access to Coruscant’s rich and famous upper echelon, never came across a man like Anakin. When was the last time you even got fucked or had one good Holodrama kiss? Dating is hard when you’re a celebrity. You meet people with the wrong intentions–cocky men who care more about having you as some sort of trophy or are afraid of looking beneath you just because you’re more rich than them. Plus, aside from the shitty dating pool, you were simply too busy with your career to indulge in relationships and sex. It honestly quite was ironic considering many of your songs revolved around love.

The more you thought, the more you felt trapped in your room. An intrusive thought popped into your head, but you quickly brushed away the thought before it got you in trouble. But then the thought appeared again, and you couldn’t help but entertain what your brain was saying.

Her presence is suffocating is the first thing Anakin thought as you left the room. As a trained Jedi, Anakin mastered the practice of shielding others' thoughts and emotions from affecting him. But you were being so loud through the Force. Anakin felt the same nervous energy he felt earlier in the day when he first met you. Except this time, he felt it ten times worse.

Anakin knew he was being quiet during dinner. But it was hard to focus with your energy screaming in his ears! So, he focused on trying to enjoy his meal instead. You were nice, Anakin would give you that. But he felt if he talked to you, while also trying to stave off your energy from his, he would overwhelm himself. It was all too distracting–a feeling that Anakin rarely felt.

Anakin then proceeded toward his assigned room, ready to prepare for the night. Luckily, he didn’t have to stay on guard the entire night as there was no threat direct threat to you in Coruscant. Sleep slowly became a stranger to Anakin in the past few months, so he welcomed the guest room’s luxurious, canopy bed with an unrefined flop. He lay there for a while, though he didn’t know how for long as he just stared at the window in front of him and thought.

Anakin suddenly heard a crash! noise coming from the living room. He quickly jumped into action and ran towards the sound. What if an intruder was trying to harm you? Anakin wouldn’t let them get near you. Though he would protect you, a pang of annoyance ran through Anakin’s head. How could anyone gain access to your apartment? He went through your security details with Gido and made sure that all access points were being guarded by either a security guard or a droid. Anakin hoped this wouldn’t become another Padme situation–he wasn’t in the mood for a high-speed speeder chase tonight. Better yet, why didn’t he sense anything? Were you distracting him so much that his senses were dull? Anakin couldn’t have that happening if you were both to survive the next ten rotations together.

As Anakin reached your living room and investigated the sound, he saw what object made the sound he heard. His eyes first laid sight on a broken flower vase. The turquoise vase was shattered into a million pieces on the floor. Anakin then looked at the figure next to the broken pottery and there you were, dressed in a dark robe, halfway to the entrance of your apartment. A look of shock, then brief fear and then embarrassment, went through your eyes when you saw Anakin standing before you with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyebrows raised.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Anakin questioned you with a glare. His voice had a deep edge to it. He was relieved that there was no intruder, but he wondered what you were doing. If he didn’t know any better, Anakin would say that it looked like you were in the middle of trying to leave your apartment. Except, Anakin did know better so he knew that was exactly what you were trying to do. The dark robes were a telltale sign of this–it disguised your figure and the hood covered a majority of your face.

You cleared your throat before putting on a tight-lipped smile, “Oh, I was just trying to night walk in the gardens before going to bed.”

“The gardens? I thought they were closed for renovations. That’s what Gido told me.” There was a slight smirk on Anakin’s face as he replied. He knew he had you.

“Not for me. I have special access…you know, the building manager is a fan of mine. Perks of being famous.” You felt slimy using that as an excuse, but it was better than letting the Jedi know your true intentions.

“Really?” Anakin admired you for doubling down on your lie, but once again, he could sense your energy through the force. You were hesitant, like you weren’t fully convinced of what you were saying either. Anakin continued, “Then why are you wearing such a thick robe? The weather has been warm lately, even at night. Don’t you think that you would sweat too much?”

You chuckled nervously before saying, “I sweat all the time.” You quickly shook your head. Kriff that’s not what I meant! you cursed in your head. “I mean I’m used to sweating during practice and performances so it does not bother me too much. I felt chilly which is why I decided to wear my robe on my walk. Please excuse me for disturbing you, General. I must have been in such a rush that I accidentally knocked over this vase. I assure you that I did not intend to raise any alarm.”

“It looks like you were sneaking out to me. Is that why you feel so tense right now? You know, we Jedi can sense emotion. I can sense that you’re not being truthful. There’s no lying to me, pop star.” Anakin replied smoothly.

You shook your head. It looks like your plan of trying to put distance between you and Anakin wasn’t going to work after all. You should have known–how could you outsmart a Jedi? It was easy to sneak out with your regular security staff, but Anakin was different.

“I apologize. You’re right. I wasn’t going to take a walk in the gardens. I thought I could visit the night market on level 3204, the Alderaan district. I just needed to clear my head. I didn’t tell because I didn’t think there would be an issue since I was going to keep my identity hidden.” Anakin noted how your apology sounded genuine.

“Level 3204. Isn’t that a bit far from you? I never suspected that you would stray anywhere past the 5000th level,” said Anakin. When people on Coruscant managed to achieve enough wealth to live on the 5000th level of Coruscant, it was very rare that they ventured anywhere below. The only people that ventured below were those dealing in shady business. That’s not to say that the 3000th level was necessarily bad–he knew that the lower levels were a mixture of the classes ranging from middle-class families to criminals. Anakin had been to almost all the levels of Corscant while on Jedi business. He had seen the most impoverished slums, where crime was rampant and everyone fended for themselves. Yet, he had also seen the richest that Coruscant had to offer–elegant restaurants, opulent theaters, and people dressed in the most expensive fabrics. It always amazed Anakin how in the capital city of the Republic, one of the richest planets in the galaxy, could house such a dichotomy.

You took offense to Anakin’s words. What did he know about you? Sure, you were wealthy and privileged, but that didn’t mean you had to confine yourself to a small circle of society. You enjoyed visiting what Coruscant had to offer–the different cultures, species, etc. It may have been unconventional for someone of your status, but your parents raised you with humility. Anything you earned in this life could be taken away from you at any moment, so you tried your best to explore and enjoy everything while you still could.

Now you weren’t thinking about this annoyingly handsome face or soft curls. You were thinking about how he pissed you off. Just another person making assumptions about who I am. Your eyes narrowed before dignifying Anakin with a response, “And where is it that I belong? Please enlighten me. What? Do you think just because I am rich, I wouldn’t dare mingle with anyone in a lower class than me?”

“That’s not how I intended my words to come across.”

“How did you mean for your words to come across?” Anakin felt your energy shift. You were no longer hesitant or nervous.

“What I mean is that it is unorthodox for celebrities to venture anywhere below Coruscant’s surface. It’s not exactly the most celebrity-friendly place. I would know as I’ve to the 3000th level several times before,” Anakin explained.

“Well, I’m an unorthodox person then. I’ll let you know that I enjoy the night market in the Alderaan district, it has good food and honest people. Now, you can either accompany me or stay here and make more assumptions about me. Whatever you choose, I will still be attending the night market. Feel free to tell Gido.” You turned around and continued walking toward your front door before you were stopped by Anakin.

“Kriff. You’re not going to make this easy, huh? Fine. I’m going with you to the market because it’s my duty to protect you, but don’t try anything.”

You first discovered this night market in Coruscant’s Alderaan district only a few months into your arrival on the planet. Your fame had not skyrocketed yet, so you could easily travel between Coruscant’s levels without being chased by HoloNet reporters or crazy fans. You stumbled upon the market one night while lost on level 3204. It was a serendipitous moment for you. The night market operated every night and was primarily inhabited by Alderaanian expats, however, there were a few stalls run by species from exotic planets who sold even more exotic goods and foods. At the time you discovered it, you were feeling homesick and lonely. Your home planet of Bar’leth was nothing like Coruscant. Though Bar’leth had some metropolitan cities, it also had greenery and fauna. And the population wasn’t nearly as dense as Coruscant! You grew up in Bar’leth’s capital city, but you could still name your neighbors and there was a sense of community. Coruscant had none of these features. The night market was more than just a market, it reminded you of a tiny piece of home in the most bustling place in all of the galaxy.

The familiar smell of grilled bantha skewers and roasted pormork flooded your senses. The area was decorated with a mixture of bright, fluorescent neon lighting and the warm, cozy light from twinkle lights from the vendor’s stalls. Light music played in the background from a live band playing in a corner somewhere. Though the market was mainly filled with adults, the occasional child and their family were seen. You and Anakin walked at a comfortable place in the middle of the road. Neither of you was talking, just observing the scene around you. You observed how people interacted with each other and made up life stories for them in your head. Anakin observed for any potential danger.

“I’m sorry for snapping on you earlier. I hate when people make assumptions about who I am. It’s a sensitive spot for me. You know, with my name always in the tabloids,” it was you who decided to speak first.

Anakin listened before responding, “Maybe I was wrong to make those assumptions about you.” He still thought it was odd that you wanted to venture so below the surface, but if there was one thing that Anakin understood, it was your disdain for assumptions. As the Chosen One, everyone made assumptions about Anakin—assumptions he should act or think. And somehow, Anakin always failed to live up to people’s assumptions of him. There were very few people in his life who accepted him the way he was. This was another point of contention in his life.

Instead of letting this event take place in a silent awkwardness like dinner, you decided to make an effort to keep the conversation going. Anakin didn’t directly apologize, but you took his words to be a positive sign. “I know it must be a shock to you that I wanted to visit this market. And you were partially right to judge, who would suspect that I stray far from my life on the surface? The truth is, no one would expect that from me which is exactly why I do what I do. Not even Gido knows that I come down here.”

“What makes this specific place worth sneaking out for? Aren’t there any other places you would rather be than down here?” Anakin asked this question sincerely. He was curious about you. While he was no stranger to Coruscant’s rich elite, the people he met were confined the the political sector. He knew how politicians acted and their thought processes, but he knew nothing about the other type of elite—the celebrities, like you.

“It reminds me of home, and the simple days I used to live before the glitz and glamour. There was a farmer’s market on Bar’leth I frequented with my family. There was local produce, lots of gourmet food, and trinkets of all kinds. I stumbled upon this market by happenstance one day and I never stopped visiting it ever since,” you explain truthfully. You loved the life you lived now and you were extremely grateful for it. But nothing could compare to your old life when you could enjoy the simple pleasures of life without any care in the world. Nowadays life barely gives you a chance to breathe since you were always working on something–whether it is new music, media appearances, or special performances. “You know, you’re actually the first person I have told about this place. You better keep it a secret, or else.” Anakin could tell you were joking by the smile on your face. He returned your joke with a small smile of his own.

You continued the conversation by asking Anakin a question of his own, “Don’t you have a special place that you like to visit when life gets too hectic?”

Anakin’s automatic response was to give you a generic answer. Before he could give you that generic answer, he changed his mind. He knew that was too guarded, but he couldn’t help himself. Anakin had been hurt too many times now–hurt by life, by his actions, and by the actions of others. Opening up was a recipe for disaster, especially when Anakin knew how passionately he felt about almost everything in his life. The only person Anakin managed to completely open up to was Padme, but even she was off-put sometimes by the level of passion and truthfulness he displayed. She never verbally admitted it, but Anakin could tell. Though you two didn’t know each other very well and have had minimal conversation so far, something about your energy invited Anakin to open up. Your energy in the force was serene. However, it wasn’t the type of serenity that Anakin felt whenever he was at the Temple. At the Temple, it was so peaceful, it was almost like it was devoid of any energy–it perfectly balanced all the energies of all the Jedi order and created a feeling of equilibrium. Your energy was serene in a way that reminded Anakin of his mother–comforting and warm. He could feel it radiating off your person. Ever since Anakin left with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, he could never sense that same energy in anyone else. Not even Padme, whose energy was more dynamic and loud. Thus, Anakin decided to be honest with his answer.

“There is a place that I like to escape to sometimes. It is located in a secluded corner of the Jedi temple and only accessible through the garden wing. I used to go there all the time as a Youngling and then a Padawan. It has the best view of Coruscant since it faces the intersection where the old Republic Theater house and Senate offices meet. On clear days, you can watch the sunset from there.” Anakin didn’t know that the Senate offices were in that direction until a few years after he moved to Coruscant. Once he found out Padme had stepped down as queen and became Naboo’s senator, he would stare at that intersection as a way to feel closer to Padme during their years apart. Despite the breakup, the spot still comforted Anakin because it served as a reminder of how far he had come. He was no longer a lovesick fool and rambunctious Padawan, but a mature and fully-fledged Jedi Knight. Through the transitional nature of life, that spot would always be there for Anakin.

It was your turn to nod and listen to Anakin.

“How was it like…growing up in the Temple?,” you hesitated, not wanting to overstep any boundaries with Anakin. You remember how the tone of his voice earlier when you questioned him about Tatooine.

“Growing up in the temple was…different. When I first arrived, I didn’t realize I would be living in a religious organization. There’s a lot about the Jedi that was very different from the life I lived on Tatooine. Though I can’t complain too much, I had a permanent roof over my head and food on my plate every day. And, there was practically no sand at all. The best part,” Anakin finished.

“I imagine it’s like one big family, no?”

Anakin sucked his teeth in response before continuing, “Since I arrived at the Temple later than the normal age, I didn’t grow up with my crèche. We had lessons together every now and then, but if there was anybody I considered like family to be in the Temple, it would be my former master Obi-Wan, and my Padawan Ashoka. She’s actually a fan—I promised her I would try to get an autograph.” Anakin looked sheepish at the mention of the autograph.

“Remind me before you leave. I’ll make sure to sign something. Should I sign her lightsaber?” You made sure to make a serious face while looking at Anakin. Then, you let out a giggle. “I’m only kidding about the last part. Come on, let’s get something sweet.” Your pace picked up before leading Anakin in another direction.

You stopped by a stall owned by an older Twi’lek lady who sold homemade rishi honeystix. The honeystix quickly became your favorite item at the market because of its’ sweet flavor and crispy batter. They were similar to a childhood favorite snack of yours, except the rishi honeystix was fried, not baked.

“Can I have two honeystix please?” you asked the owner. She nodded yes before you handed her over the credits, adding some extra for a tip. The owner quickly prepared the dessert before handing it to you and sending a warm smile to both.

“Enjoy the sweet treat! I love seeing young couples like you visit the market,” she stated with a look of adoration on her face.

You and Anakin straightened your postures and sent a sheepish smile to the owner.

“Oh, we’re not-” “She’s not my-” You both said at the same time.

The owner giggled out an apology before turning her back on the both of you and preoccupied herself with preparing more food.

Her comment affected you more than you would have liked to admit. You couldn’t say you wished you were dating Anakin, you hard knew him after all. But the idea of someone mistaking you to be in a relationship with someone as attractive as Anakin made you feel a funny feeling. You felt a moment of giddy before telling yourself to calm down.

You led Anakin toward an old fountain that sat in the middle of the market. “Ever tried these before? They’re the best! I don’t come here too often anymore, but whenever I do, I make an effort to buy these.” You then handed Anakin his dessert.

“I don’t think I have had these before. The Jedi diet consists of the Temple’s cantina food and whatever rations we have for off-world assignments. Though I try to explore new foods when I have the chance,” Anakin stated. He picked up the dessert and observed it. Anakin didn’t have much of a sweet tooth, but he was intrigued by its flavor. A sweet aroma wafted off the dessert and even Anakin felt tempted to try it.

You were looking toward the distance as Anakin inspected the dessert. You were about to take a bit of your honeystix when you made eye contact with a small figure in the distance. As your eyes focused on the figure, you realized you were looking at a young Rodian child. Their gaze shifted from your eyes to the dessert in hand. Despite the Alderaanian district being one of the more wealthy districts in the lower levels, many families still lived in borderline poverty. You smiled at the child in reassurance before getting up from the fountain and slowly making your way towards them.

Anakin looked up at the sound of your figure getting up and was about to ask you where you were going before he saw you walk to a child and kneel before them. He couldn’t hear what you were saying, but he saw you hand over your honeystix to the child. You hugged the child goodbye, but not before handing them a few extra credits. The child’s purple eyes widened and a bright smile appeared on their face. They gave you another hug before retreating to wherever they came from.

You got back up from the ground and walked back toward the fountain without saying anything to Anakin. You continued like nothing happened and asked Anakin, “Did you enjoy it?”

He ignored your question. “What was that about?” He was referring to the instance in which you gave away your dessert to a child.

“I saw the little one looking at my food, so I decided to go over there and offer it to them. I could tell she was hungry. It’s alright, I can always buy myself another.”

Anakin always believed that you could tell a lot about a society or individuals based on the way they treated children. He hated Tatooine and regarded it as one of the lowest civilized planets in the entire galaxy–for many reasons, of course, but the primary reason is that those on Tatooine had no issue trafficking children into slavery and treating them as chattel. He wished that more people displayed kindness toward him as a child. Anakin’s only crime was being born into the world, but aside from that, he was innocent and deserved to be treated with dignity and humanity. You were kind. It seemed like a bare minimum requirement to be astonished at, but with the type of people Anakin has had the displeasure of meeting, kindness was a trait he rarely witnessed outside of the Temple walls.

You stared at Anakin as if you were waiting for him to say something, but he simply observed your face without saying anything. A timid look washed over your face before you turned your head to the side and blew a piece of hair out of your face.

“Well, I think it’s time we head back.”

Being with Anakin was different than you expected. At first, you were overwhelmed by his presence–caught off guard by the fact he looked like a literal god from one of those classical paintings located in one of Corucant’s largest art galleries. You’ve always had a soft spot for pretty boys. Plus, you also had a penchant for romanticizing almost every interaction and person in your life. Not always in the romantic sense though. From brief strangers to friends, you tried to put a positive spin on everyone you encountered. There was no way of telling if fate was real, but you liked to believe so. Anakin was no exception to these rules.

You were so close to successfully sneaking out of your apartment, without being detected, until you accidentally bumped into that stupid vase. Anakin came running out while you scrambled to make it look like you hadn’t been caught in the middle of doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing. You knew that if Anakin found out that you were leaving the building, he would either force you to say or contact your manager. So, you lied and tried to convince him you weren’t sneaking out. Of course, he saw through you and you gave up without a fight, until he made that stupid comment. Lying was never your strong suit anyway and it wasn’t worth the hassle anyway. So, Anakin joined you on your night adventure.

Though you were initially anxious, once to got to the market, you felt your head clear. This was your comfort place, and it soothed your racing heart and clouded mind. Once you were past that anxiousness, you found that Anakin had a calming presence, once you got over your initial nerves. Anakin was observational, though it was expected of him to be so. However, it felt like he was really listening to you and clinging to what you said. He looked pensive as you described why you liked the night market so much. You wanted to make conversation with him, you didn’t feel forced to. Maybe it was the nature of the predicament you were both and the fact that he would be your bodyguard for the next week and a half, but you felt drawn to him. You wanted to know more about who the “Hero with No Fear.” You feared that if you got to know him anymore, then you might fall for him. Except, you had to stop yourself before it went any deeper than that. Once again, you reminded yourself that Anakin was a Jedi. Off-limits. So, as you settled into bed, you promised that you would actually keep your distance. There was no use in getting attached to him. The Jedi belonged to no one.

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Chapter Fifteen: ‘Meet the Family’ Bridgerton Au!Anakin

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a/n: please i feel so bad for making you all wait so long for these chapters 😭 like i am so sorry i’ve got not excuse for not writing sooner tbh 💀 i just kept getting stuck binge watching stuff instead of doing this😀 but anyway this is like my big makeup to you all 🫶🏼

waking up to the feeling of Anakin’s warm bare skin against your back as he hugs you from behind was definitely one that you could get used to. what you didn’t want to have to get used to was that moment being interrupted.

a string of knocks on your bedroom door pulled you out of the morning bliss, it was time to start the day and to wake up fully. Anakin seemed to be a deep sleeper, his soft snores still coming from behind you as the knocks continued. with a reluctant sigh you turn to face him, knowing you’d have to be the one to wake him.

he looked so pretty like this, golden rays from the morning sun adding an extra warmth to his tan skin. it felt wrong to disturb the peaceful atmosphere of it all.

“Anakin” you call his name softly, while beginning to gently shake him awake. it takes a few moments before he finally starts to stir, his nose scrunching up as he shifts in the spot releasing his hold on you as he does. Anakin’s eyes flutter open, squinting slightly as his vision adjusts. “morning?” he says through a yawn before directing his attention to the knocks on the door.

typically a royal isn’t usually disturbed when they sleep, instead the rest of the castle staff must wait to be called on for their day to begin. so the fact that someone- most likely Braeden, was directly trying to get your attention meant whatever news they had was urgent.

free of Anakin’s embrace you shyly stand up to put on your robe. you could feel his eyes follow your every movement, it made you flush. he’d seen all of you last night but this felt different for some reason.

carefully pulling on your robe and tying it shut you go to open the door, cracking it just enough for only you to be seen. it’s not like you had to hide the fact you slept with the king, he was your husband after all but he was also still naked in your bed. so for his own decency you made sure he wasn’t in view.

sure enough there was Braeden and rex too, both Valets stood side by side looking down to you. “is everything alright?” you ask with a quirk of your head.

“yes everything is fine your majesty, it’s just we’ve received word that the Skywalkers will be arriving today instead of tomorrow-” Braeden begins only for Rex to interrupt him “not just today but any moment now.” your eyes go wide at the news, all the worries from yesterday beginning to flow back at once. you felt your stomach twist from nerves.

“right well i must get ready then, can you send for Eleanora?” Braeden nods and walks off to go get your lady-in-waiting. you now had very limited time to get ready and mentally prepare yourself for meeting everyone you think to yourself while closing the door as you step back inside the room fully.

Anakin was up and had thrown his clothes back on from the night prior. “i should go get ready as well” he says while walking up to you and wrapping his arms around you when he sees the slight panicked look to your expression. you reciprocate the hug instantly, taking a deep breath and breathing his scent in. “it’s going to be okay, you’ll do great besides you’ve already met my mother and Obi-Wan. that’s two people down” he tried to reassure you, gently rubbing one of his hands up and down your back as he speaks.

“it’s not their opinion of me i’m concerned about” you sigh, groaning slightly in annoyance. Anakin can’t help but laugh, gently taking your chin into his hand and guiding you to look at him.

“Ahsoka isn’t going to bite you y/n” you can see him fighting back a big smile, doing his best to remain serious and not laugh again. you pout at his statement, obviously she wasn’t going to bite you- but it wasn’t like she was going to go out of her way to be nice to you either.

you had a feeling she’d make her opinion known without really holding back, you could only hope to win her over. though the likelihood of you two being in the same room long enough to spend time and clear the air was low considering everything you would have to do in order to finish preparations for tomorrow in time. not even during the day itself would you be able to spend much time with her, you’d be busy hosting alongside Anakin.

Anakin leans in and kisses your pouty lips, it was quick but he went back for a second one. then a third and forth, he didn’t stop until you were smiling. pulling away gently with his victory as the door to the room opened, Eleanora standing idly in the doorframe. she froze briefly for a moment before she realized she was interrupting a moment.

just before she could turn away Anakin raised his hand up to stop her, silently letting her know it was okay before he turned back to you. “i’ll see you when you’re done” he smiles at you one more time before heading out, Eleanora giving him a brief bow as he passed by her.

“did he sleep in here?” she asks happily, her curiosity getting the best of her as she closed the door. both of you beginning the usual routine of getting you dressed and ready for the day.

“he did” you answer her with a smile and she gives you a look, you could tell exactly what she was trying to ask you without asking. you didn’t answer though and that was enough for her to know exactly what’d gone down.

“well i’m glad you and the king are getting along so well, it’s a refreshing contrast to the worry you had when Barclay and Valorum first paired you together” She says while combing through your hair, working on styling it just how you liked it. the mention of Valorum made your nose wrinkle, yet another thing you’d pushed out of your mind thanks to Anakin, now brought back to light.

“yes well i guess this was the best outcome we could of had from this whole ordeal.” you sigh as pin after pin is inserted into your hair to keep the style neat and in place. “has Barclay seemed off to you as well Eleanora?” you ask curiously, he’d been so nice to you lately. too nice, practically sucking up to you. as far as you were aware he wasn’t involved in your fathers death, Valorum would of called him out just as he’d done with the other royal council members. so the sudden switch up was definitely suspicious to you.

“i’m not entirely sure your majesty, though i can say he definitely seems plagued.” that perked your interest immensely, what did Barclay have to worry about? he lived in the castle so no need for financial worries, and as far as you knew he had no family. his mother died giving birth to him, his father was alive but they weren’t close. he was an only child and unmarried.

“plagued?” you ask as she slips on your corset, adjusting it accordingly before she begins to tighten the laces. “yes he often looks distraught, paranoid even” you felt your heart sink then.

“you would tell me if you heard anything right?” you can’t help but ask, turning your head to see behind you where she stands. you knew you could trust her, but the possibility of a betrayal wormed its way into your head. you begin to twist the ring on your finger as she begins to layer your petticoats. a small frown on her face as she looks at you “of course your majesty”

you nod at her reassurance, forcing yourself to relax. one problem at a time you tell yourself whilst taking a deep breath in.

Anakin gently grasps your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. a silent reminder he was right here with you as you two walked to the main staircase of the castle towards the foyer. his family arriving seconds ago, he was excited. the smile on his face hadn’t faded since earlier, his happiness was contagious. you could imagine exactly how he felt- if you could see your parents again you’d be just as elated.

the main doors to the castle swing open, voices now filling the room as you both come to halt in front of the source. there they all were in the flesh, your eyes scanned over each person listing them off in your head, Queen Shmi, King Qui-Gon, Prince Obi-Wan… you pause when you land on the face you’d been most anxious to meet. Princess Ahsoka, she was beautiful. long dark brown hair, with wide dark brown eyes to match.

you felt Anakin’s hand leave yours as he pulled his mother into a hug, and that’s when you’d noticed she was staring at you just as you’d been her. her brows were slightly furrowed, you couldn’t tell if that was out of discontent or just her being unsure. either way it made that panic you pushed down rise again.

moving your hands behind your back and twisting the ring on your finger as you forced a happy content smile on your face. standing awkwardly to the side as each member of the family greeting Anakin.

“i’m shocked you didn’t want to hug me first” Anakin’s teasing voice rung in your ears as he finally greeted the little girl who shifted her attention to her older brother. a bright smile now adorning her lips as she hugged him tightly. “have you missed me that much?” he laughed at how tight her hug was but didn’t hesitate to return the sentiment.

“yea right, i’ve been enjoying my time away from you” she says with a roll of her eyes as she pulls away from him. for a moment you thought she was being serious her tone of voice sure made it seem that way. but then you noticed the same little lit to it hidden behind the monotone, the same way Anakin speaks when he’s being sarcastic. you couldn’t help the genuine smile that grew on your lips from the realization- he wasn’t joking when he said she was his star pupil. poor Obi-Wan definitely hadn’t caught a break.

“oh please i bet you’ve been miserable” he jokes, and you can see something flash in Ahsoka’s eyes before she scoffs and swats the hand away that’s going straight towards her head to ruffle her hair.

“if anyone’s been miserable it’s me” Obi-Wan pipes up, rubbing one of his temples in annoyance. pulling both siblings attention over to him, it was adorable. both of them making the same exact confused face without even knowing it. “with you gone there’s no one to occupy her, and i feel like i’m being targeted twice as much as i used to” he huffs and a smug smile appears on Anakin’s face.

“good then she’s doing just as i taught her” he says proudly and Obi-Wan rolls his eyes in annoyance. their parents laugh as the siblings continue to squabble, it was entertaining to watch for sure but it also made you feel a bit alienated.

like you where intruding in a personal moment, the urge to slip away was strong but the idea was easier said then done. thankfully for you Shmi noticed your silence and nudged you gently with her elbow.

“they’re ridiculous don’t you think” she giggles and you smile back. your heart warming as she made sure you were included.

of course all good things had to come to an end, and as Barclay approached you with a bunch of papers you were quickly reminded of that. this was one of the downfalls of them coming a day early, you almost wished you could push it off and continue to spend time with them. get to know the people who gave you the man you learned to love. but then the race and ball would never come to a fruition.

“your majesty” Barclay calls out to you drawing the attention of everyone in the room. he gives a quick bow in greeting to the others before focusing on you, holding out a few papers. you could feel one pair of eyes in particular bore into you sticking out from the rest of the room but tried to ignore it. “we have to get these last few details for the ball finalized and then there’s still-”you cut him off by holding up your hand, and unlike how he usually would continue on anyway he obeys the silent command.

“it was good to see you all again, and too meet you king Qui-Gon and Princess Ahsoka” you begin while turning towards everyone else. “we’ll have to catch up some other time” you add while gesturing towards Barclay. they all nod in understanding and Anakin walks over to join you, you feel a pang of guilt when he does. he’d just gotten to reunite with his family and is already having to pull away from them.

“Ani you should stay” you say quietly, voice low enough for only him to hear. he raises a brow at you, stopping right at your side. “i can handle the rest of the preparations, you should be with your family” it’s silent between you two a wordless debate happening. obviously he wanted to be with his family but he did not want to leave everything on you either, he’d promised he would stay by your side and he intended to keep that promise. but of course you’re just as stubborn and knew that you could in fact handle the rest on your own. he should enjoy the day catching up with his family, this was a rare time they’d all be in one place and he should take advantage of it.

finally with a sigh he relents, gently grabbing your hand and pulling you a bit closer to him. pressing a kiss to your forehead. “thank you” he whispers before pulling away and giving you a smile walking back towards his family. confused looks grew on his family’s faces when he’d turned back to them, clearly unsure what was going on but when you walked away with Barclay it was obvious what had gone down.

you decided to take one last glance back only to meet a pair of brown eyes who’d already been doing the same. you could only wonder what was running through his little sisters mind.

part 16

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alright 🥰 there’s the next part, side note i thought i could break the chapter up into just two more parts after 14 but that is not the case 😀 so i think you guys are going to be getting all the way up to chapter 17👀 anyway what do yall think of the family dynamic going on with the skywalkers 😋

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veloursdor · 3 months

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kiss prompt! "shut up" (affectionately) 🧡

i reblogged it for you, but thank you for sending me a kiss prompt. after ten days of not writing a word, this helped out a lot 🤍

set in padakin days, i don't think i made it as 'affectionately' as the prompt asked for, but i still hope you like it!

(850 words)

“Anakin, shut up,” Obi-Wan said for what felt like the thousandth time, his headache becoming more aggravating as Anakin continued to pout and frown in the corner of their room.

“But, Master…” Anakin said before a glare from Obi-Wan silenced him completely. Anakin crossed his arms above his chest as he slumped into his seat and Obi-Wan fought back the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

Negotiations weren’t happening as smoothly as he had hoped, because the longer he tried to charm and convince the Queen of Acteon to join the Republic once and for all, the longer her Majesty ignored him instead, choosing rather shallowly to preoccupy her time and attention with batting her eyelashes at his very young Padawan instead.

Obi-Wan had had a headache for days, which had nothing to do with Anakin being perceived as beautiful and everything to do with the Queen being focused on everything but the meetings they had to get her to listen. He was growing tired of being away from the Temple for so long, missing the tranquillity of the Room of a Thousand Fountains and the peace it brought to his soul whenever he meditated alongside Anakin, everyone else far away from their reach.

“But, Master, I know how we can…”

“What part of ‘shut up’ is the one you don’t understand?” Obi-Wan asked, exasperated, Anakin’s callous attitude regarding Obi-Wan’s authority grating on his nerves. He knew Anakin was more powerful than him in the Force, something that kept him up at night in his moments of most doubt, but he was still the Master and Anakin was still the young Padawan who needed a Master to guide him.

And both Qui-Gon, and possibly the Force itself, had chosen Obi-Wan to be the guiding hand of Anakin Skywalker.

“Master, but I know…”

“I require at least five minutes of your silence, Padawan, something I’m sure you can give me,” Obi-Wan said in a fake saccharine tone, swallowing the desire to turn his voice mocking as he spoke to Anakin. “Or are you so, so desperate to speak and be heard that you care nothing for the headache I have?”

“I’m sorry, Master,” Anakin said, his cheeks covered by a red blush that blended with his golden skin, “I’ll keep quiet.”

But Anakin Skywalker knew nothing of patience or quietness, and Obi-Wan knew that better than most, for as soon as Anakin uttered those words, their bond began flooding with scattered thoughts of Anakin’s anger towards him.

“I know better… He never listens… I know what the Queen… if only she could… I bet I could get her to...”

Images of Anakin flirting back, albeit abysmally and with no finesse, flooded his mind, with the Queen blushing prettily as she twirled a curl of her hair in her index finger while one of her delicate hands placed itself atop of Anakin’s arms. Obi-Wan’s insides burned with a feeling he wasn’t willing to look closely, and before he knew it he had crossed the room in three strides and pushed his Padawan against the wall.

The Padawan braid hung loosely and fell onto Anakin’s shoulders, and while every other time he looked at Anakin his attention inevitably fell to it, at the present time, with Anakin pressed against the wall and his red lips trapped between his teeth, Obi-Wan tugged at the Padawan braid with force, closing the distance between them before capturing Anakin’s lips in a searing kiss.

He held Anakin’s chin between his thumb and index fingers as his tongue mapped the inside of Anakin’s mouth, licking at his teeth and tongue and swallowing the prettiest moan his Padawan let out. Obi-Wan pressed himself hard against Anakin, and continued kissing him with everything he had.

He separated himself from Anakin when he felt his Padawan clawing at his robes, asking through their bond for oxygen in his lungs. Obi-Wan pressed his forehead against Anakin’s, their breaths mixing together.

As they regained their breathes, Obi-Wan was surprised to notice that, for the first time since they had become Master and Padawan, Anakin’s mind was peaceful, devoid of any thought, and while Obi-Wan adored Anakin and his brightful mind, he couldn’t help but appreciate how the quietness helped ease his pounding headache. But when his Padawan began making needy little noises, asking Obi-Wan for more kisses, he knew that he wasn’t strong enough to stop himself from pressing a small kiss to the corner of Anakin’s lips.

“I guess if you won’t shut up by yourself, I’ll have to find other ways to keep you quiet when I’m trying to think, my young Padawan.”

“Yes, Master,” Anakin said, looking down at the ground, his cheeks red with embarrassment, as if he truly was an obedient Padawan that listened and respected his Master.

“Oh, Anakin, what am I going to do with you?” he murmured before once again pressing a kiss to Anakin’s lips, an innocent little thing that became more passionate as all thoughts of Queens and treaty negotiations flew out of his mind.

He continued the kiss with the sole goal to quiet Anakin’s mind until his brain no longer had any more thoughts besides Obi-Wan’s name.

#obikin #obikin prompt #kiss prompt #obi-wan kenobi x anakin skywalker #also i chose a random planet name yes #but i researched the name #and i thought it fitting after reading the myth

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tennessoui · 5 months

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november ko-fi part two release

hello hello i made a mistake and decided i wanted my december ko-fi to be more overtly holiday related.....after getting 3k into it, so i finished it and am posting early so i can post a more wintery one next month!! my b my head is literally everywhere but on straight lately

so this is the link to my ko-fi; in my gallery, i've uploaded the link to a google doc where i've written 5k of the divorce lawyer au, set in the morning after this snippet (where divorce lawyer obi-wan gets drunk at a bar and flirts with serial husband anakin)....here is an excerpt:

When Obi-Wan just blinks at him again, mouth slightly open, Anakin huffs as if he’s being difficult on purpose. “I want to stay married to you.” “What?” Anakin has the nerve to roll his eyes as if this isn’t incredibly jarring news. “I mean, I’m assuming you can’t be the divorce lawyer in our divorce, right?” Obi-Wan’s lips thin. “Yes, that would be—” “A conflict of interest, right,” Anakin waves his hand through the air. “And I’m assuming you’re not very interested in one of your coworkers knowing that you fucked me and married me during a drunk night out in Las Vegas.” “I’m much more interested in that than I am in staying married, Mr. Skywalker,” Obi-Wan snaps, even as he realizes how uninterested he is in his coworkers finding out about this. Who would he trust to be tight-lipped about the whole thing? Cody perhaps, but there’s no way Cody wouldn’t tell his brother. And there’s no way his brother wouldn’t tell everyone else. And Vos, his other partner? Absolutely unthinkable. “Don’t call me that,” Anakin replies. His lips tilt up into a grin, as if he’s finding something incredibly entertaining but this current situation. “Too formal for you now? Am I supposed to feel obligated to only call you by your first name now that you’ve had your tongue dow my throat?” Obi-Wan asks in his most withering tone. Anakin’s cheeks light up, as if he isn’t a man who spends half his time in other people’s beds doing much more explicit things. “No,” Anakin says. “Call me by my last name all you want, it’s just that it’s not Skywalker anymore.” He flashes a devastating smile in Obi-Wan’s direction. “It’s Kenobi.”

as a reminder, the link is only accessible for monthly supporters--but if you sign up now, you would get access to the other three ficlets i've posted there AND access to the december one because i'll be posting that in the first half of december!! if you want to become a monthly supporter, it's really easy, just make sure that you switch the payment amount from 'one time' to 'monthly', otherwise the system won't recognize you as a monthly supporter and you won't be able to see the link :(

#kit's ko-fi #obikin #divorce lawyer au #i am 98% this is how that works (aka if you're a monthly supporter you'll see all of them and even if you cancel as soon as you pay #you would still be able to see any fics uploaded until a month after you cancelled cause that's when the monthly thing runs out)#anyway this is one trope i have not written before (fake relationship)#and i really enjoyed thinking about how it'll go down #and if you didnt notice the wedding they're going to is set pretty close to christmas.....in a colorado snow lodge....#could be the christmas fic i have to think about it #not ruling out a part two tho

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hanasnx · 1 year

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I’m also gonna need you to elaborate further on the teacher student dynamic post u made at some point……,,,,.,,,

link to og post

damnit jelly i was telling u i was skedaddlin!!!! but. you’ve used my weakness against me…. my inbox 😵‍💫😵‍💫

warnings: teacher/student kink, obvs everyone’s above 18, depredation (m receiving), porn mentions, hitting w a ruler, hair pulling (m receiving), subby/brat anakin, s&m, fem pronouns + anatomy

☥ anakin had instructors at the temple but they were always very kind and respectful. so when you and his degradation kink clash? anakin discovers something about himself

he’s seen porn (granted he used to avoid porn bcos he was afraid of it but once he got more comfortable with his sexuality he’s explored it), so he knows of that kink but it just hadn’t hit until you

☥ DSFJLKSDFJ the way you’d have so much fun raising your voice at him, circling him as he sits, using a flogger turned ruler/pointer to snap at the backs of his hands and the back of his head when you want his attention or hes misbehaving (whether he does it on purpose or not)

☥ he has such a milf kink i know it, he’d love calling you “ma’am” “miss” “ms.” or if hes feeling particularly naughty “mrs.”

especially likes it when you remind him to address you appropriately..

“manners, skywalker. use them.”

“yes, ma’am.”

☥ you bend over in front of him, hands on the table, low cut blouse displaying your hanging tits. anakin moistens his lips. “did you hear what i said?” you ask sternly.

he swallows hard. adam’s apple bobbing. salivating at the fact if he leans over a bit more he could stick his face in your chest.

being ignored is unacceptable and you round him, tangling your fingers in his curls, tugging his head back. his grunt sets you on fire, inhaling through his nose from the sting youre causing.

you murmur against his ear, “are you stupid? or are you just not paying attention? is there a distraction?” knowing damn well its you

☥ they way he’d undress you with his eyes, intensely watch your every move in your tightest professional-looking attire.

☥ he raises his head up and you redirect his attention, shoving his nose back into the “reading” on his desk, “did i say you could look at me? focus.”

☥ you’d gaze at him so bored, it’d drive him crazy. he wants you to notice him, touch him, praise him. butttttt getting on your nerves is so much fun too

☥ “you’ve got a shit grade, skywalker.”

“probably because i’m never here.”

your lips curl but you aren’t humored.

he adds, “can i make it up?”

“sure,” you reply, curt and dry responses teasing him to think he could coax a more juicy answer out of you.

“let me split you open on your desk then.”

you expected a little more beating around the bush, but you should’ve known anakin skywalker is not known for is subtlety. or his patience.

you cross your bare legs in your skirt, “why don’t you show me how you can use your little cock and fuck your fist for me? i’ll be sitting right here. watching.”

#jellydodger #thanks for the msg!!#indy shoots the shit #subby anakin #anakin #brat!anakin #anakin skywalker smut #the clone wars #tcw #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker imagine #x y/n #x fem!reader #x f!reader #x female!reader #star wars #sw #reader insert

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sarcastic-sketches · 9 months

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hey what about that archon Star Wars where Obiwan goes undercover as a mercenary and fakes his death would Anakin still get tricked?

Ah yes, the Rako Hardeen arc. This is one of the story arcs that's going to happen very differently to canon because of the elements involved directly impacting Anakin being a Kitsune. I'll have to watch the arc again when I come to write it to make it more accurate (along with some medical research) but this is the way I imagine it playing out. TW for bodily harm, people getting shot.

So while Obi-Wan is all ready and set up for his mission to be shot by a bounty hunter that's been hired specifically for this task, everyone has kind of forgotten that the reason Anakin is the only Kitsune left in the GFFA is because they were hunted to the point of near extinction for their tails. By hunters.

They've all gotten a little complacent with the change by now. He's an accomplished General in a war, he dodges death all the time, they all forget that he is still vulnerable to attack from sources other than the Separatists. Even when on Coruscant.

Obi-Wan is putting himself directly in the way of a blaster bolt from a bounty hunter. A group of people who are rewarded for their oppotunistic nature. The plan kicks off, Obi-Wan gets shot and falls off the building, with Ahsoka reaching him first only to discover that he isn't breathing. Anakin is still at the top of the building, leaning over the edge to see Obi-Wan's body in his Padawan's arms.

Meanwhile, Rako is lining up another shot as his other, personal target has now walked into frame. He's thinking, 'you know what? Maybe I should take a pot shot for a tail while I'm here'. You miss all the shots you don't take after all and he brought a bullet just in case. Obi-Wan is known for always having Skywalker not far behind him after all.

What are the chances he can nail two Jedi in one day?

Only Anakin isn't wearing body armour or being targetted by a fake bolt. He's too busy zeroing in on his Master's body down on the floor to notice something else is wrong. In his distracted state, the next shot goes straight through his chest. A real solid bullet made of silver. The silver doesn't actually do anything, Rako might just be a bit superstitious and thought it might help weaken such a creature, but it's really just the physical trauma of the shot itself that brings Anakin down.

Ahsoka, still cradling Obi-Wan's body has to look up and find her own Master now slumped over the side of the building after a second shot has gone off. She reaches the top of the building just in time to see Rako advancing on an unconcious Anakin with a knife. She doesn't even hesitate to launch herself at this bounty hunter, who is now far too close to defend himself against a light saber. He makes a run for it and Ahsoka can't leave to chase after him, she needs to call support. She needs to...

Stop the bleeding and call for help.

"Jedi emergency. Calling for med evac!" Ahsoka hisses into her comm as she jabs a thumb into the hole punched through her Master's back, just under his left shoulder blade. That's a collapsed lung... "Copy that. Ship in the air, what's the situation?" the voice of a clone responds. No doubt one of the Coruscant Guard who are always monitoring the military comm frequencies for just such an occasion. "Two Jedi down. General Skywalker is critically injured, projectile through the back. General Kenobi is," she has to pause to swallow through the saliva filling her mouth, throat tight with her panic. A fluttering inhale quells the nerves in her chest before she raises her comm again. "General Kenobi is unresponsive. Blaster bolt to the chest. Please, I need immediate medical assistance."

"We're on our way. ETA two minutes."

It is the longest two minutes of Ahsoka's life as she tears the fabric of her glove from her arms with her teeth to stuff against the bleeding around her thumb.

It is later commented upon that it's remarkable the shot didn't kill him. Kitsune are durable but perhaps some baser instinct caused Anakin to move the slightest inch so the bullet missed his heart. But it means he is left healing for the duration of Obi-Wan's mission. With blood loss and a perforated lung, a bacta bath would not be enough to get the General back on his feet. The news that Anakin got shot for real because of the deception has Obi-Wan feeling very unnerved and guilty. He had a mission to complete, and he committed to the task, but Anakin was never meant to become a target himself. The plan succeeds without issue and the bounty hunters captured at the end of the Festical of Light. All this subterfuge and fuss hardly seemed worth it in the end... it all felt very anticlimatic.

Anakin is still upset that he was lied to - especially in an attempt to take advantage of his emotional reactions - but since he was out of it for the whole thing, he never had to really experience Obi-Wan's death. Never had to go through the mourning of his Master or contemplate living in world without him in it. But he knows Ahsoka did, and he's more pissed off on her behalf than he is for himself once everything is over. Especially since he wasn't able to be there for her either.

Ahsoka, on the other hand, is still reeling from nervous relief that she didn't just lose her two Masters at the same time. Plus the fact that her on the spot first aid - and I like to think she'd previously bothered Kix for some pointers - actually saved Anakin's life. There isn't enough space in her brain to feel the sting of deception really. Perhaps it'll come later. Right now, she just wants her two Master's to get along and forget everything else that has happened.

#kitsune!anakin #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #rako hardeen arc #kitsune #star wars #star wars au #sw #sw au #star wars writing #ask and ye shall receive

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sillyromance · 5 months

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Good day everyone!

As I said I don't know everything about Star Wars. But I did some research about my favourite character - and I just had to write about it. So, this story is absolutely imaginary - and it is quite different from the original movies.

However, I hope you enjoy!

WARNING: long writing, OOC, angst, father/son conflict, hurt/comfort; Pred!Darth Vader/Prey!Reader. Also, some of the words(youth and maid) have their old meaning: youth - young man, maid - young woman.

Light in the dark

Luke was sitting on the specular floor of an empty hall - in front of a large ship's window; stars sparkling like specks of diamond dust were thrown all around the black fabric of cosmic sky. Pinkish and blue smoke of nebulas sent pastel-colour flashes over its dark deepness, staying frozen and cold, as if they were just somewhat alien flowers on photographs from a biology book. Watching their foggy petals peacefully blooming behind the thick glass young Jedi felt strange pain eating his insides, his heart annoyingly numbing. The boy's eyes was searchingly scanning the universe as if there was something very important lost among white dots of foreign planet systems.

Suddenly, discernment of his senses escalated. The boy mentally felt someone's presence long before his ears signaled about heavy mechanical footsteps far away in the corridors. It was easy to recognise this fast, determined pace; Luke instantly recalled the wind created by a long black cloak wavering in the air - and saw the lines of an ugly mask covering no less ugly face...

Darth Vader entered the room after five minutes or so. It was undeniable that he knew - his visit wasn't unnoticed, although his son didn't even turn to him, still keeping their pretty young eyes on the galaxies swirling before them. Luke Skywalker would never submit to him or Palpatine. Exactly as he always predicted. Anakin inside the cyborg's dying body was proud like any good father would be. The worst part was that the boy who considered himself cursed with his parent didn't even know how great Vader had to struggle to keep his own suffering in secret. Vader was seen only like a traitor and a terrorising danger for any living being...

But there was too much hidden away. And even his son couldn't know all the truth because he would try to force him to Jedis' side - the twist Vader couldn't afford to make for he had lost faith into any faction. It was better to let things be as they were. Anakin was too old to start from the beginning...

The figure approached Luke, now holding back its rush - and stood still when there was ten steps between them. The Jedi was grateful for his "dad" didn't dare to close the distance - the young man would hate this person to be near him. Not after everything that abomination did. Not after what he did to Padme...

Although... It would be bad to push Vader away too. After all, he was trying. It was impossible to stay unaware about Darth's attempts to do anything to provide his offspring with all the youth needed. Sometimes, Luke thought about it while lying in his bedroom. He felt pity for the man - if it was still a man - especially because the boy remembered why Anakin became what he became.

But... Was it Anakin?..

Silence was interrupted by muffed sound of breathing coming from the mask and creaking of leather gloves.

- Is there something bothering you, son?

Rich, husky voice filled Skywalker Jr's head. He heard calmness and care in its boomy tone which, however, made him only raise his shoulders up, protecting himself from that love he didn't seek at all.

- That's nothing to worry about.

Vader exhaled louder than usually.

- I can sense it even if you lie to me - what you have managed to improve a lot since you're here, Luke... - He paused; sound of his breathing started getting on the youth's nerves. - Please... Tell me. I need to know.

The boy grunted. He finally looked at his father, his gaze mean and defiant as Luke examined every inch of the thick cobalt armour.

"Interesting... How much does it hurt to wear this horrifying suit every day?.. I hope it's enough to never forget how his wife died... And others too..."

- There is no use. You won't be able to understand...

- It's not your problem. I just need it.

Young man stared at the colorful lamps blinking chaotically on the Darth Vader's costume. Anakin could recognise a conflict rising behind the facade of an unnaturally still, neutral expression his son put on. This made his corrupted heart itch with faint, sweet pain; at least, there was already a small victory - the boy didn't say no right away second time.

Finally, Luke spoke again, his face softening.

- Come here.

Dark commander obeyed. Now the Jedi could see only countless belts on his high boots and a piece of the cloak. The cloth smelled like... Death: blood, fire, ash, sweat and other unpleasant signs of war...

Did he even try to wash this nasty stink off for once?..

- Do you promise to keep your judgement for yourself if I do?

Although Luke didn't lift his head up, he was sure Vader gave him a look.

- ...Whatever you wish for.

- Good.

The boy turned to the window again; at that moment there was an explosion of acid-green snakes pointing their greedy maws in all directions. Their blind, blunt muzzles looked funnily pathetic.

- Just before you took me as your personal prisoner... - Luke started, making a visible accent on two last words. - The faction was joined by a very young girl. She was even younger than me. There were not so many warriors to find at least one who could properly teach her to fight - I don't say that she wasn't familiar with a saber at all. Regardless... Her technique was terrible. I took her as a student, but... She is now alone due to I'm, her master, is here. And I'm worried she can get into trouble with some of yours...

Vader felt a pang of guilt knocking into his soul when he received the shot addressed to him. His son's cruelty hit him hard no matter the time or place - and he knew he deserved it. However, every punch in the guts made him feel deeply betrayed. Anger arose inside, and Anakin clenched his fist, preparing himself for a fight...

He watched as the boy did the same. Naturally, his gaze fell on the Luke's wrist and... He slowly eased the grip. A thin line separating human flesh and a prosthesis shone with soft silver light, reminding of their previous collision in all details...

Vader didn't want to go through that once more.

- At first, you're not a prisoner here. - He hissed, stepping away; the boy could catch genuine sorrow even through the noise of the modulator. - And next... I'm sorry to hear your sympathies are still with Jedies. I don't blame you, though. The time will come.

Unsatisfactory and resentment which had been constantly growing through these past month instantly burst out of the child in a desperate cry:

- Don't you see!? IT WILL NEVER COME!!! - Luke jumped on his feet, backing out of the black man. - You... Murderer...

His mind was blurred by immeasurable fury which hindered him to feel change in his father's emotional state. Vader stood, crooked, firmly grinding his teeth and invisibly clenching his chest as if someone cut him open. But very soon, he straightened up.

- Very well, Luke... Very well...

Darth Vader turned on his heels and headed to the door, but as he had to go through the gap, something made the commander to wait.

- Do you love her? That girl?

The question hanged in tensed atmosphere of the space. Luke leisurely wiped saliva flew out of his mouth when he shouted, and sniffed, a weak smile forming on his lips. Now he looked unbelievably similar to his father in the latter's young years.

- No. We are just friends... Well... Good friends. I love her like I love Leia.

Anakin nodded. Avoiding his son's intent gaze, Vader walked out; and while passing through the deem halls of the ship, he was once again turning into alive representation of horror which gloved hands grabbed the universe by its throat...

Changing skin, he bled.

........

Y/N didn't expect to meet him in such a short time, especially after she lost her mentor. But there he was; Darth Vader himself stood a few metres away from her, holding his red light saber. She couldn't help but flinched at his enormous height and brawny body. Personally, she was the shortest even among her allies many of whom didn't stand out by an impressive body complexion - the little Jedi was like nothing more but a doll comparing to him...

As for her comrades: two of them weren't so far from here. But, surely, they couldn't handle this ruthless beast even if they all would work together. Dark commander was way too strong. So, she sent them a message to run. Y/N wasn't sure they would follow her instructions... But at least, they had a chance to escape during these few minutes she could buy them before Vader would kill her.

At the meantime, guided by childish curiosity, she studied the one she was told so many blood-curdling stories about. Inky cloak covering wide, thick shoulders; solid torso with a big panel set on it - bright lights twinkling in the orange fog; long gloves, boots... The part of him which intimidated her the most was his visors. She was used to look her opponents directly in the eyes, but this icy, stable gaze was so inhuman that the Jedi could hardly bear it.

- I feel your fear... - Her heart sank as she heard him for the first time, the girl being hypnotized by that low, gravelly baritone. - Why opposing me just by yourself? Or are your friends such cowards that they won't help you defeat me?..

He took one step forward; she activated her own sword and struck a defensive pose.

At that moment, they both were taken off guard by a roar of a space shuttle's engines. Y/N sighed in relief; the ship took off and quickly disappeared in the night sky, heading to the base where her friends would be safe... And leaving her behind.

"Well, even if it's not me, I'm happy. They will survive..."

- Sneaky, brave fool... - Shaking violently, she turned to her enemy once more. He didn't move, but something inside her told Y/N that he was ready for a leap. - What a shame. You made a fatal mistake, sending them away. Such inexperienced and young girl like you is no match for me, don't you understand?..

- Perhaps. - She responded, carefully watching Vader and preparing for his attack. - At least, I'll do what I can. And if I die, so be it. My teacher once said that there was no better death than a death for a right thing.

The cyborg tittled his head on a side like a dog listening to its owner. The girl would giggle if her existence wasn't on the table at that very minute.

- Who told you that?

Y/N bit her lip, not being certain if it was OK to reveal the name. After a proper consideration, she found there was nothing left to lose for her anyway...

The Jedi cleared her throat; the tongue felt dry and hot as she spoke, her angelic voice being slightly brittel.

- Luke Skywalker.

If there was a witness - an average person who had never heard of war and the force - they would notice nothing. Vader simply kept his position, his awful mask turned to the girl. However, the latter sensed much. And the main thing was that Vader... Knew her.

The Jedi recognised chills wandering over her entire body. She couldn't remember what she managed to do to provoke someone so powerful to trail her. Despite this, Y/N seemed to be guilty for somewhat crime that made the plague of the universe, Lord Darth Vader memorise a little maid who hadn't seriously harmed anyone yet in her entire life...

- I see... - He finally sighed. The girl wasn't sure, but she thought she could hear regret in his quiet, rumbling voice. - That is a great warrior of your kind...

He shrugged his shoulders, trying to lay the cape on them in a more comfortable position.

- Then, let's see if your master has given you anything more than just some inspirational quotes...

Y/N gasped; she was deadly close to missing the second he jumped forward. Luckily, she awakened just in time and instead of the girl's flat chest Vader's saber met the blue laser light.

They fought almost in ringing silence; her accidental squelches and his scarry, sick breath were the only sounds ruining it. She immediately saw that she wouldn't last long with the pace her enemy had chosen; his harsh, but accurate movements were very difficult to block. Y/N didn't even try to switch her tactics to offensive one since she didn't possess enough time to reply on his endless thrusts. The Jedi spinned like a peg-top in attempts to stay alive a bit longer; fortunately, that time her diminutiveness played along with her interests. Although, neither small size, nor dexterity could protect her from small cuts Vader gifted her with here and there from time to time.

At last, the maid was able to give herself space to swallow some fresh air. She got exhausted; her arms refused to serve her any longer as well as legs. Y/N had to strain all the will she owned to stay straight. The man, however, was literally tireless - while Y/N was ready to collapse right at the stones of the square where they spared, the half-metal abomination she stood against looked like he did just before the battle. He, unbothered by her maneuver, vigorously decreased the space between them, distinctly showing that he was about to finish the annoying little fly disturbing him from much more important businesses.

That was it. Pushed to the edge, the girl threw all her cautiousness away and ran towards him, using her last opportunity; unpredictable behaviour and pure desperation. Their blades crossed again with electrical buzzing, spreading sparks all around the place; the warriors got as close as two people who sincerely hate each other could be. Y/N courageously stared right in the shallow spheres of Vader's visors, sweating as her tiny palms sored, holding a heavy saber and a weight of an adult man pushing on it with all his might.

- It's over, Jedi. - He said silently.

Before Y/N could do anything he sharply kicked her knee; the girl being paralysed by the abrupt pain weakened the grip and lost her weapon, falling right to the Vader's feet.

He was correct. It was over.

She expected him to cut off her head immediately. Instead, the man rose his hand and Y/N detected the force washing around her limbs and neck. It soon became hard to breathe. Struggling in the stealthy net of unconditional power, she granted her adversary one last look. His fuzzy, pitch black silhouette and a round slice of the moon in a vail of ochre evaporations on the background created the last image which popped out into her suffocating mind as the dizziness led her to unconsciousness...

.......

When Y/N came to her senses, there first things she found were humidity and darkness; the latter was so deep that it took time for the girl to understand that she wasn't asleep anymore. Then the Jedi sighted that she was in a tube. Slippery and soft material had been periodically tightening around her and dragging her being somewhere down into the endless abyss. There was warm; although the girl got constantly squeezed from head to toe, she didn't feel bad about it. Actually, it reminded her of a hearty hug which her mother gave her when Y/N was standing at the doorstep of their home, ready to go for her destiny. This memory brought a smile across the maid's pretty face.

She was alive. It was undiscussable like the fact that sand in her lands was yellow. However, even God wouldn't be able to say why Darth Vader let her live. Also it was a mystery where the girl really was and why she was travelling downwards....

The tugs pulling her further and further into obscurity were accompanied by wet, short sounds which were surprisingly similar to... swallowing. It appeared like an unknown large creature devoured her whole, although such idea seemed too crazy to be the truth. Nevertheless, there were no other options. Y/N's mind was still drowsy which prevented the Jedi from panicking. Moreover - if the hypothesis was right, then she could do nothing; the tense grip of the fleshy tube and its slick surface didn't give her any chance to struggle successfully.

However, the fall didn't last long: quite soon Y/N was pushed into a bigger room which was still dark but much cozier. Some kind of liquid splashed underneath the girl as she arrived, though it didn't bother her much due to her clothes and hair had already been soaked with viscous slime in and out. The walls churned gently against her skin, massaging her stiffed muscles; faint gurgling and rhythmic "thump-thump" sound vibrating all around proved that the girl had sent her thoughts in a right direction.

Y/N pawed her waist but... predictably, she found nothing. The saber was gone, lost... it ment that if the whoever had eaten her didn't let the Jedi out by themselves, she wouldn't be released at all. A new wave of fear fulfilled her soul; she clearly imagined the process of slow, racking digestion preparing endless hours of agony for her to experience. The little Jedi curled into a ball, trembling; that's not what she thought her meaning for the world would be.

- Are you awake, Jedi? Good. I missed your company.

The words resonated in every cell of her velvet cage. Her eyes widened as the girl recognised the speaker.

- Can't be... How... - She mumbled sheepishly in confusion, looking around the stomach with so puzzled face expression as if she didn't do that a minute ago.

- Shrinking shouldn't have done you any damage.

Her heart skipped a beat.

- Are you... Still scared?

Of course, he read her emotions as if she was just an open book... No one could resist Darth Vader's force for long. It was pointless to hide or play with him. So, Y/N didn't: she laid back on the bouncy floor, letting its receptors explore her body, and lowered her eyelids.

- I am.

She thought he would laugh at her honesty, but it seemed that day Vader was up to break all her expectations: the man stayed mute. His quiet pulse and breath - here it sounded a little bit different than from the outside: it seemed as if Vader had to lift a rock with every inhale he did - were calm and somehow reassuring.

- Can I ask you something, your majesty?

Vader only hummed in response, giving her a permission to go on, though he knew the question long ago.

- Why?

She couldn't see it, but Anakin smiled. His helmet was still off; his eyes sored, burning like they were immersed in acid, and lungs scarcely contracted; however, his small internal guest's naive tone extremely amused him. He wasn't surprised his son adored this little maid.

- You haven't been involved in anything that would mean danger to me personally; and you're a too feeble to influence the situation in general. There is no worthy reason I should seek for your death.

- But...

- Just relax. I'm not going to harm you. What's done... It's done for your own good.

The adrenaline began to wear off. Y/N, slightly shivering as her nerves was settling down, instinctively snuggled more into the pillowy wrinkles of the organ which caused some mild-mannered growls. Tears of relief formed in the corners of her eyes. She couldn't believe Darth Vader talked to her like that; from what she knew about the dark commander, such kindness was basically impossible in his case...

Meanwhile, she felt as one of the walls leaned to her side, the muscles rubbing gently against her skin.

- There we go... It's OK. Of course, you were scared. But it's OK. Now, there is no threat to you...

His hand was pressed against the spot where the Sith could sense her presence. He had to put the mask on its place - Anakin couldn't longer endure the choking feeling growing in his chest with every new breath he took - and, after setting up some filters, watched as grey twilights were giving birth to the beautiful, lucid dawn. He heard his tiny prisoner's crying, but the comfort he provided her with seemed to work; after some time, the Jedi calmed down. Continuing to stroke his middle with the force - unfortunately, pleasures of non-verbal contact was lost for him decades ago - and making sure the girl felt it, he said:

- To be fair, I'm impressed. You held on much longer than I supposed you would... Luke did teach you something, after all...

Y/N being lulled by the lights touch and the man's mesmerising voice was almost asleep when these commentaries reached her ears. In order to that, she thought little while responding. Yawning, she mumbled, gently kneading alive "matras" beneath:

- With all do respect... I... I won't betray Jedies...

This was the last sentence coming out of her mouth before she started snoring peacefully, being completely drawn out of energy.

Vader chuckled.

"I would never doubt it, my brave little foe".

............

Luke Skywalker was in his quarters when he was reported that his father had just returned from a mission. The boy patiently waited before the soldier would come out and then - fell on his bed, hiding the face in cushions. Such moments were the worst part of his staying with Siths because he knew what kind of "missions" his father participated in. Gallons of his comrades' blood smeared Vader's hands. If all the people Vader killed would turn into ghosts, the ship would get crowded with them like a market square.

However, he had to greet Anakin in the main hall - that ritual was mandatory.

So, the boy obliged himself to stand up.

He was preparing himself for the meeting when, suddenly, he heard a quiet, but firm knock. The force was too difficult to recognise.

- Come in...

Not a man - a shadow slipped in the room and freezed in the centre. Despite strange look of the visitor, Luke seemed to cheered up by their arrival.

- My dear friend... - He gave the shadow a good pat.

But they had to be cautious. The Jedi walked to the gap his pal went through - and peeped outside, making sure no one had been following the intruder. Then he locked the door.

One of the few things Luke was grateful to his father for was lack of video-cameras in the boy's part of the space ship. Although, the were regular spies watching every his step, but even the most skilled spy can be deceived... And so, Luke had this unspoken opportunity. Undeniably, all the responsibility was on him only; nevertheless, he was ready to take the risk.

In order to that, he was always aware of what his allies were up to.

The shadow man respectfully bowed to the Jedi and leaned to the latter's ear, whispering inaudibly. Luke's face went sober.

- Are you sure?

The guest confirmed.

- Crap... - Skywalker Jr. slammed his palm with a fist. His lips turned white. - ... Did anyone...?

After receiving a negative gesture, the Jedi's pale sheeks got poured with blush.

- Blessing to the Gods...

Luke's face got even happier as he caught the last phrase said by his signalman.

- Oh, my dear... You have no idea what great news you have brought today!.. The lose of the planet is undoubtedly critical - I'm mourning with all our brothers and sisters about the lives which costed to protect it for so long... But... But she, my beloved pupil is found!.. Thank you very much for your assistance - I promise, I won't ever forget how hard you have always served us...

The shadow bowed again, that time a little lower. Then a long, thin, bare-boned arm appeared from under the folds of the cloak and pointed on the boy's wrist where the watches could be seen. Luke swatted his forehead in frustration.

- Damn... I'm almost late! Sorry, my friend - I definitely have do go before my every day nightmare suspected anything... You can't stay as well - let me uncover the way... Come on, come on...

The youth rushed to one of the walls and opened a tiny shield concealing some secret buttons only he and his father knew about. The sensors was set up to react solely to Luke's touch - one more reason for the boy to continue normal relationships with his dad - that way, no one could activate the mechanism unless a person had a piece of Skywalker's hand. The Jedi harshly dialed the password and one of the walls parted on two, revealing a narrow corridor illuminated with red lamps on the seiling.

- Get in! Fast!..

The shadow didn't make Luke ask twice - the visitor sank in with no extra hesitation, getting lost in a trice, consumed by the surroundings. Luke didn't have time to guide him; overall, his friend knew where that way led and what to do once they were out. Being sure the guest would leave the ship without a single trouble, the boy finished his outfit and went out, heading for the main dec.

Darth Vader had been already waiting for him there.

- Good day, father. Well? How did it go? Can I congratulate you with a new victory? - He shouted with a smile which was half sincere... But only for a half.

- You can. - The Lord's tone sounded kinda apathetic as if he was speaking about nothing important. - Many thanks, Luke. Did anything happen while I was away?

- Not really... - The boy said, scratching his head. - Well, two soldiers tried to destroy each other for some reason. I haven't digged in this much. Both are in jail now...

Luke could swear Anakin rolled his eyes behind the mask.

- I see. Tell the tribunal officer I'll deal with them later... There is still work to do...

- Sure thing.

The task was complete; the youth granted his father a sweet grin (a little too sweet to be honest). The dark commander was about to go, but something made him to change his mind.

- But first of all... Go after me.

A storm was coming. Skywalker Jr. subconsciously got into the battle mode. The duo crossed the hall and took a direction to the Luke's apartments. While on the way, the boy was preying to all the saints he knew.

"How could father be possibly aware? Counting on my watches, the envoy should have been already departed. I really hope he hasn't been captured... Though, my private passage doesn't connect to any of the official ones... The landing pod also belongs just to me...

What do I miss?.."

By the time he ended up his inner monologue, he and Anakin had reached their destination. Once at the place, Vader continued.

- I think I have something to hand over...

Feeling coolness expanding in his chest, the youth watched louringly as his father put a hand in a pocket and then pulled it out, having something squeezed inside.

- They wanted me to give it right in your hands...

Luke's world fell apart like a glass ball when he took a small golden medallion representing an artistically forged figure of a dolphin. He slowly blinked in shock; his feet were weak as if they were made of cotton wool. All the good mood he had was literally smashed my the view of his little student's only jewellery - the one they decided to use for communication. If Vader had it, then...

But the ambassador said...

Or did his friend mistaken...

Only now, Luke heard footsteps tailing off; Vader being nowhere around.

- WAIT! - Luke yelled, flying out of the room. He noticed the flash of a coal-colour cloak floating just before him and started a chase. - Wait, hey you!!!..

Anakin turned back. He confidently, softly looked at his pissed off child who was ready to chop his wires into spaghetti.

The weight in his belly shifted - the girl must be turning around. Bad dreams...

- Be proud, son. She is a true Jedi.

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late night confessions — anakin skywalker

SUMMARY — anakin skywalker realizes his feelings for his best friend late one night

WARNINGS — gn!jedi!reader, fluff, kissy kissy

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ATTACHMENT WAS FORBIDDEN AMONG THE JEDI. a jedi was not supposed to be attached to anything, as it would prove to be a distraction and cloud their judgment. anakin knew the consequences first hand.

he didn’t notice it at first. when the two of you met as younglings, you immediately hit it off. you were inseparable, but had to ultimately separate since you both had different masters. as time went on, the war looming above everyone’s heads, anakin begins to notice the small reactions he has to seeing you. the way his stomach buzzes with nerves, the way his eyes glisten with joy, the way he feels safer with you than anyone else.

but he shoves it away. it’s not the jedi way.

you noticed the same feelings within yourself. you added a little pep in your step whenever you met with anakin, you made sure your robes weren’t twisted or that you didn’t look stupid whenever you knew you’d be seeing him.

but you ignored the feelings. it wasn’t the jedi way.

it was late one evening. you couldn’t sleep, no matter how much your body begged for it. ever since the war started, your mind has always been on a swivel. ever since you were promoted to general, there was definitely no chance of sleeping. ever.

you figured you’d do some reports, considering the monotonous nature of them; you hoped they’d put you to sleep. so, being led by the growling of your stomach, made your way to mess hall in the jedi temple. you weren’t dressed in your robes, merely in something more comfortable. you didn’t know how you managed to lead a battalion of men in those robes some days.

you grabbed some food, sat down with the datapad and began analyzing your recent battles.

anakin skywalker seemed to have a similar idea, except he was up for other reasons.

his mind was swimming, thoughts captivated his attention that would be considered blasphemous to the jedi council. ever since he admitted that he had fallen for you, his mind has never taken a break. every interaction he’s had with you was playing on repeat in his head and wouldn’t relax.

so, he went to the mess hall to clear his head, hoping that by getting the blood pumping he would tire his brain out and he’d eventually be allowed to sleep.

he walked into the mess hall and met eyes with you, who looked up when you heard the doors open. his heart skipped a beat in his chest and he considered turning around and leaving, but his feet stayed planted. he swallowed as he slowly approached you, who wore a surprised expression.

“i’m surprised to see you down here,” you spoke gently as you returned your nervous eyes back to your datapad. you hadn’t expected him to show up, but now that he had, you definitely wouldn’t sleep.

“i could say the same,” anakin countered as he grabbed himself something to eat. he wasn’t hungry, but he needed to do something with his hands or he’d be fidgety; he didn’t want you seeing him fidgety.

a silence fell over them. your concentration was broken and there was no getting it back. anakin picked at the food on his tray, trying to slow his heartrate. he wanted to confess, he wanted to share his feelings with you, but his fear of rejection spoke louder. you sat there, your nerves running wild in the pit of your stomach. even if you wanted to read what anakin was feeling you couldn’t; you were too caught up in your own emotions.

“y/n,” anakin started, swallowing thickly. his voice was low and gentle, but you knew he needed to say something.

“yeah?” you answered, lifting your eyes from your food tray to his face. his hair fell in front of his eyes and his hands were folded in his lap. he wasn’t looking at you, instead he found great interest in his hands.

“i don’t know how to say this,” he chuckled nervously as he finally met your eyes, only to quickly look away. he was normally so confident, and now, when he needed to be, he wasn’t. with a spark of courage, he stood up and sat next to you, straddling the bench between his legs. he forced himself to look at you, your cheeks reddening and your heart rate picking up.

“then show me,” your own words surprised you. show you what? you swallowed as anakin moved himself closer to you. he was so close, you felt heat radiating from him, you could feel his breath on your cheek. your eyes, instinctively, flicked down to his lips. he leaned closer, his lips brushing against yours, almost as if he was teasing you. he wasn’t, he was just nervous.

anakin swallowed before he lightly pressed his lips to yours. when he felt you kiss him back, his body immediately relaxed and he breathed. his motions were fluid as he cupped your cheeks in his hands, his fingers hugging your neck. shivers traveled down your spine as you moved your lips against his. this was wrong, so very wrong and yet you didn’t want this moment to end.

you finally pulled apart, catching your breath. anakin couldn’t stop the smile that blossomed onto his face as he rested his forehead against yours.

“i think i know what to say now,” he hummed. you chuckled.

“i don’t think you have to say anything,” you replied, “i think it’s obvious the feelings mutual,”

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i love anakin so much ok? ok. i really just went with the flow for this and look where it got me. love it. anyways! pls stay safe and healthy and if you ever need someone to talk to, my messages are always open!

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