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Sweetheart 🥺 I hope you come back soon with more cute fics. I will be waiting 🥰🩷✨️ just please don't forget it it's very good . I have always loved everything you write .

Hey my darling! Unfortunately I’ve been struggling with creativity—but once muse comes back, I’ll sure write more fluffy stories. Thank you for your support, it means more than you can imagine. Apologizes for being slow in answering you—too much work going on right now.

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I love him

#star wars #Hayden Christensen

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Imagine Hayden Christensen warms your day up.

Warnings: none, light, short reading.

***

Here you are again. You have all that you want: a good job, good paycheck, but not a domestic stability. Your family, in spite of you being an adult woman capable of looking after yourself, keeps meddling in your life and always says things aimed to hurt you.

Who cares whether you are peaceful, gentle, good hearted? Who would remember the sacrifices done throughout these years to them? Should it really surprise anyone at all that you are trying to be unreachable?

You’ve had a huge fight with your grandparents. They are difficult to handle most of times, they don’t make your life easy… even if they don’t live with you anymore, but this weekend you paid them a visit and they hurt you badly.

Still under the effect of these old wounds, you opt to isolate yourself at home. It’s when Hayden comes at you. Your long time celebrity friend has been wondering why you haven’t been picking up his calls, wondering about your whereabouts.

On this Saturday, though, you are going to get a pleasantly surprise. Hayden decides to come to your apartment and check on you himself.

“Frankly, my dear Y/N, I do give a damn.”

Such are his thoughts when rewinding at the back of his mind the gleeful way you often lead your life, or how you helped him throughout his divorce, often there for him when you needed.

As Hayden prepares to drive all the way to meet you, he recollects the times you made him laugh when he was heartbroken due to a misunderstanding that led his ex wife ask for divorce; or even before, when you cheered him up after the critics he got in “Revenge of the Sith”.

Your closest friend also remembers when you encouraged him to take back the role of Anakin Skywalked/Darth Vader, ever the enthusiast about “Star Wars.”

(“Seriously, H. No one does the Darth Vader thing better than you”, you told him then.

“I do not feel so inclined… I mean, don’t take me wrong but…”

“I will not, I will take you by Force.”)

A joke that brought him to laughters then….and makes him smile now. But for a while he could tell you’ve not been the same. There was sadness in your eyes, exhaustion showing in how you sighed… your smile faltered often, and he could tell you haven’t been yourself lately. Whenever he tried to inquire, you shooed him away.

Once this upset him, now he knows he should have never given you up—because you never quit him.

Now here he is, anxious to check on you. He doesn’t care whether you are sick or not, he’s going to be with you, to spend weekend with you.

Hayden Christensen is going to look after you… because he also comes to realize he came to love you.

***

Unbeknownst about it, you follow your routine. You have just taken a shower, so your hair is wet and you are dressing a black “Darth Vader” blouse and jeans shorts. You are about to have ice cream for lunch when the doorbell rings.

“Who the hell is here?”, you ask yourself out loud, not in the mood for interaction.

But every moaning dies when opening the door and seeing Hayden Christensen with a grave look on his face.

“Hayden!”, you exclaim, rather shocked for his unexpected visit. “What are you doing here?”

“We haven’t talked during these past four days. It is very atypical of you to go off like this”, says he, engulfing you in an embrace that makes you mewl deep inside. “I missed you, Y/Nickname.”

This isn’t how you expect to be greeted by a friend. When his strong arms engulf your petite frame in a warm embrace, your heart races and your mind goes blank. When breathing in his scent, your body chemistry is affected—an unfamiliar warmth clings onto your feminine parts in a way that has never affected you before. At least not where your friendship has been concerned.

Which makes you realize that there’s always been that question which you promptly avoided to ask: is friendship enough for you?

Sweeping away such thoughts, you rather focus in the delight his presence gives you.

“Well?”, says he, impatiently so when both of you reluctantly part of the other. “What’s your excuse?”

“I wasn’t being myself lately”, you admit, aware how pointless it would be to lie to him, not after his surprising visit. “I was just…”

You sigh before updating him about the recent events. You detest how family businesses affect you, and so suddenly you find yourself sitting in the couch with him by your side as you burst into tears.

This time roles are reversed and Hayden consoles you, not only patting your shoulders, but actually listening to what you have to say. And then he plays with your hair, delicately so, before making you look at him.

He can tell you are a mess, but this fragility you often kept to yourself. Thus it is meaningful how open you are to him, like he has been to yourself.

Indeed, what you two have is rare.

“You don’t have to shy away from me”, he helps wiping away your tears. “Come on, you have no right, not when you saw me at my worst.”

You have no right to protest it, your conscience already admonishes you for any attempt in doing it. So you nod your head and lean it against his shoulder, melting in his strong arms.

“I apologize for being proud”, you sigh heavily, feeling like he’s your home and he is, you know it. “I did not wish to trouble you.”

Hayden scoffs at your lame excuse and you chuckle at the sound of it. He’s not ready to admit it yet but when he lowers his gaze to meet yours, his heart stops lightly.

Oh.

“For the love of God, woman, when have you ever troubled me?! If you have, I would’ve told you somehow.” Pleased to make you smile, he adds: “I am staying this weekend.”

“Hayden!”, you blush, the first evidence of something that gives him hopes that perhaps his fondness is not entirely one side.

“What? You looked after me, now I should return the favour”, says he as a matter of factly. “I am not taking any no as answers.”

You don’t protest, specially because it does feel good to be finally looked after at least once. You are the one who tends others and always try to be strong.

As you nod, you delegate Hayden the control that used to be yours.

“What happened?”, he inquires as you two sit in the couch.

As he plays with your hair and you get comfortable with his presence in more than friendly acceptable ways, you tell him about your recent emotional distress.

He listens.

Attentively so.

And then… he lifts your chin, seeing sadness in these pretty y/c eyes of yours. His long fingers hold you still and you are paralyzed, mesmerized by how he denudes your soul.

Never before you felt so exposed.

Never before you felt… seen.

Understood.

“I need to apologize”, says he, breaking the spell, though he doesn’t let go of you for a moment.

“What for?”, so you question him, confused. “You’ve never done any wrongs to me, Hayden.”

“I’m afraid I have”, Hayden sighs before parting the gaze just to dive again in you. “I took more than enough time to realize I love you. I think I was afraid to admit it concerning all I’ve been through, as had you, but I cannot look away.”

You are shocked by his words and, as a result, your mind goes blank. Hayden waits as you process it, partly fearful for being misled into think you feel the same.

His heart starts to race faster when you lean into him with a sweet smile on your lips.

“You are my sunshine and you make me happy when skies are grey”, you translate your thoughts in such a famous lyric before holding him near and kissing him gently.

Every doubt dies at this very moment, when peace moves away the last reminiscences of a long lasting storm.

So there you two remain, locking lips, locking hands with interwoven hearts.

#star wars #star wars imagine #Hayden Christensen #hayden christensen x y/n #Hayden Christensen x female reader

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"I can feel the conflict within you, let go of your hate"

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a scene that made you feel hopeful from any movie or show

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I wish...I could see you. You could always see me.

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I can't wait for the next chapter of The Lake House, I want to know what's going to happen. I just want Ani to have his happy ending with the reader.

Why thank you, sweetie. I’m trying to come back with it, but been suffering with writer’s block at the moment :(

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Isn't it awful when you have an idea and it doesn't come out the way you wanted? But you still do it anyway because you must finish what you started? 😪😮‍💨

#relatable #current mood

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Imagine Star Wars special edition: movies (III)

• The Lake House.

Imagine this is a modern world where you are a teacher trying to get some peace of spirit after a very long year, so you rent this house whose locations places you next to no other than…Anakin Skywalker. Part I.

Warnings: fluffy; drama, long post.

Recommendations: “Champagne Problems” by Taylor Swift.

***

“I think you should rest, my dear”, so advises you the recently incorporated to the docent body Obi-Wan Kenobi, a retired academic teacher whose past—if rumours ought to be taken with careful consideration—is linked with the rise of the Sith Mafia that rules the country nowadays. He’s been your advisor ever since he was admitted at school due to common tastes, which got you very good friends. “You’ve been working too hard.”

It’s one of these days where there is no one at school—every student is gone to enjoy the winter break—but you must be there because the principal said so. Few meetings already occurred, so you honestly don’t get why you and your fellow teachers are not released off your duties.

“I cannot, and you know why.”

“You can, missy. Don’t be so headstrong. I can talk to the principal and the secretary”, says Obi-Wan. “You are exhausted. You barely have any shine behind these y/c eyes of yours.”

It does occur you that you haven’t been out with your friends since final exams started. You sigh, ceding to his insistence.

“You know me too damn well”, you grumble with a smile painting your lips.

He smiles back at you.

“I’ve been there, done that too. Hence why I’m here after all.”

You feel tempted to ask that question and perhaps Obi-Wan waits for it, but you swallow your curiosity, dismissing it as being a business not yours to mind.

“I appreciate it, Ben. But where might I go? I have no idea where else I could rest.”

You watch as Obi-Wan strokes his ginger beard, thoughtful.

“Have you considered renting a lake house?”

***

Anakin tastes the bittersweet flavor of silver bubbles of his glass, dissociating again as another feast is offered by President Palpatine. Men dressed in their fancy robes surround the older man in search for further favours all the whilst many women tried to attract the attention of his closest—and certainly younger—advisors, Anakin included.

He refuses any attention, finding champagne a more suitable company for his unresolved issue concerning his broken heart.

Jokes here and there roll from men’s lips, flirtation coloring the illusion scene he’s now in. Music is too melancholic to dissipate the attempts of the group of the mafia to amuse themselves.

Another champagne glass is offered. Anakin promptly takes.

“Lord Vader”, Lord Maul comes at him. “Are you not finding this feast of your liking?”

“I would rather be somewhere else where I am not considered fucked in the head for people who do so constantly”, so is his bitter, nearly rude but crude response.

Maul smiles awkwardly.

“I suppose even you deserve a rest, my friend. We’ve worked too hard. If you feel like resting, I shall cover your shift. Pretty sure he won’t find out”, the Sith Lord says in reference to Palpatine.

Anakin knows alcohol is taking the reins of his reasonable and, using his ex’s own words, ambitious self, therefore he shrugs his shoulders and says:

“Yeah, I might do that. Thanks, my dude.”

Again, Maul smirks uncomfortably. Grabbing another champagne, Anakin leaves discreetly, rewinding in his mind the moment he would propose Padmé.

They were both aligned in thoughts and expectations, but the night he booked a train to meet Palpatine, a choice, albeit unconscious, was made. And when they were meant to dance in celebration for his promotion, she dropped his hand and left him in silence threat.

Another sip.

But memories came. When Anakin met Padmé’s family and shared their plans. But there was a skeptical reaction, and his speech died before reaching his bride.

One more sip.

The flavor would not dismiss from his mind her words, calling him names that, funny now, he could not remember.

And suddenly in the car, Anakin yells. The driver doesn’t look nor checks at him, aware he has his moments when drinking.

Of course, he left her standing. He dropped her hand one last time, taking with him his mother’s ring.

And now he drowns in endless champagne glasses, not willing to admit the path he took was one no sensible individual would take.

***

The region suggested by Obi-Wan is one very quiet with few houses. The lake is clean, with no wild animals to scare you. Luckily for you, unwilling to interact with neighbors, it appears most of the lake house’s owners are absent: winter is hardly the season for the usual gathering in such places.

As someone who is very fond of nature and the silence that comes with it, you instantly smile and promptly write a message to Obi-Wan.

“It’s perfect. Thanks- Y/Nickname.”

You cross a small entrance that leads the way to the house. Atypically, it’s made of glass—which might mislead to an idea of exposure, but you know this is easily fixed by the use of courtins—and has two floors. It’s simple and practical, and the view to the lake is just… perfect.

You are quickly getting your stuff inside when you hear a male voice nearby:

“Do you need any assistance there?”

The voice comes to your ears in a crawling, husky whisper that makes a shiver running over your spine. As you turn with a heavy box in your hands, you spot a handsome stranger standing not too far from you, respecting the limits that divide your house from his.

He is taller than you and his eyes are painted with such charming blue irises that you are speechless for a moment. You promptly clear your throat, hoping the man doesn’t notice his presence impacted you, but judging by his smirk it appears he did notice.

“I’m all right, thank you”, you think prudent to dismiss his good will in helping you, after all you two are strangers.

Anakin sees the distrust in your body language. After the whole thing with Padmé, he’d normally stay away and never again you’d see him, but these are other circumstances. He certainly is sober anyway and is eager to be around a new face after all those years with the same old ones.

Not to mention he thinks you are too beautiful to waste an opportunity in having a glimpse of your pretty features.

“I insist”, he says gently. “I’m Anakin, by the way. Anakin Skywalker.”

Somehow his name rings a bell, but you don’t know where. You carefully stand a hand for him to take and shake.

“Anakin, nice to meet you. I’m Y/N Y/LN.”

“Nice to meet you too, Y/N. What brings you here?”, he asks as he helps you with two heavy boxes that you brought to the house. “And my God, what did you put here?”

You chuckle, appreciating his help.

“Thanks, Anakin. I needed some time to rest, honestly. I came from Y/C. And these are only the things I judged necessary to bring here. I intend to spend just two weeks.”

“Hmm. Big city, of course I’ve heard about it.” He tilts his head, scanning your moves as if he’s studying you. “Running away from something, eh?”

Anakin chuckles in turn and you join him.

“Oh if you call enjoying a break running away, then it’s only momentarily, I’m afraid.”

Leaning against the wall that stands as a division between kitchen and living room, Anakin watches as you simply sit down.

“What do you work with, if I may ask?”

He observes as you make a bun with your messy y/c locks. By how you smile shyly he can tell how introverted you are.

A curious contrast to Padmé, he cannot help the comparison.

“I am a teacher. But enough about me”, you stand and head to the kitchen, aware his eyes follow you. “What about you, Anakin? What do you do for living? Do you live here, by the way? Or…”

And here, when you turn your gaze to meet his, the next words rolling out of your tongue would impact greatly in the next greetings between you two.

“…are you a fugitive like me?”

***

Each night, this stranger named Anakin Skywalker comes by. You and him share experiences and memories, all followed by a beer. A bond is starting to form, but you are somewhat bothered by this mystery aura that surrounds him.

“I sense your hunter’s eyes judging me”, Anakin smirks to himself.

You and him are sitting together before the firepit, chairs close, short distance from one to the other. His eyes are closed and yet he is very observing. You chuckle, relieved at last that he is not seeing you blushing.

“Not judging.”

“What then?”

You don’t know what to respond, so silence is your best defense. Anakin opens his eyes and stares at you, noticing you are hugging your knees, the very embodiment of innocence he’d not seen in years.

He senses what’s behind your thoughts. However, he opts to make it about you instead.

“Have you ever had your heart broken?”

You side eyes at him, with an expression he cannot read well, though there is something attractive in how the shadows of the flames dance in your face.

“I have”, you admit. “Not beautiful like the songs want to portray in melodramatic lyrics.”

“It is painful”, Anakin agrees. “Yet have you considered we may the reason why our hearts are broken in the first place?”

You ponder what he wants to mean but, not reaching to anything satisfactory, you shake your head. Not noticing how your fingers are subtly intertwined with his, your eyes are now glued in Anakin’s.

“We project what could have been in the objects of our affections. There’s so much expectation that leads us into this madhouse where we want to feel every inch of it. But shadows are, like certain philosopher pointed out, our worst doom.”

“That is deep”, you muse with no thinking. “What happened?”

“We were not ready to move forward, I suppose”, and just like that he drops your hand, much to your silent consternation.

You don’t say anything. Anakin waits for a response, but when looking again at you he knows what to read in your serene semblance. Two weeks and a little more, and an attachment has flown.

Fear leads to suffering. And hasn’t he been plagued by his own champagne problems? Yet, where has his champagne gone for the last couple of days?

“I don’t like your silence”, says Anakin, sounding more anxious than he cares to admit. “Have I disappointed you, Y/N?”

“I was merely wondering”, you flee from the question posed, “how hard can be picking up the pieces left by somebody else. But one must be ready to glue each by each.”

“You are the poet now”, he side smirks. “You sound convicted.”

“And you lack convictions, it appears”, the words come in a burst.

“Perhaps you are not entirely wrong.”

Something about his words annoy you. Quietly as usual, you make your leave and even before the fire, Anakin is left to the cold.

***

He knows where to find you. In mute steps, Anakin crosses the divisores from your house to his. You are sitting with your feet on the cold water with a cup of coffee in your hand and well dressed up.

Anakin hesitates at first. Never comfortable with crowds or awkward silences, never too friendly with his own pain, he finds in you something better that his wrecked conscience is unworthy for.

Every speech dies unspoken when you seem to stand.

I cannot let you go.

He knows you are about to return to your daily life. Your routine awaits.

“Y/N”, Anakin comes to you at long last.

You are startled by his presence, clearly not expecting his arrival.

“Ani”, you stand.

As the wind howls around you two, your remaining coffee instantly gets cold. But the warmth between you two only grows.

“I was a coward. I forgot my convictions for a moment, a wrong I intend to amend. Fear leads to anger and anger leads to suffering. We both, I dare say, have been in pain.”

He takes a moment to breathe. Your lips are already curling upon a gentle smile when he presses over them one finger.

“And before I amend, I must say I haven’t been entirely honest with you. My sweet Y/N, you don’t know my whole story. I am known as the Sith Lord, Darth Vader.”

(To be continue)

#star wars #star wars imagine #anakin skywalker #imagine star wars #anakin skywalker x y/n #anakin skywalker x you #Anakin Skywalker x female reader #Taylor swift #champagne problems

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Imagine Obi-Wan Kenobi’s complex journey…to the dark side.

Warnings: drama, angst, violence, inappropriate/adult language—explicit smut and fluff as usual.

Warnings 2: *long* post.

Recommendations: “Lavender Haze” by Taylor Swift; “Yellow Flicker Beat” by Lorde.

No minors.

***

Preface

“When there is too much light”, you tell him, “one might lose the sight for it.”

“But when there is too much dark”, so the red haired male muses, “the fate seems to be all the same”.

You tilt your head.

“The whole point is that every excess leads to suffering. Those who claim to possess the true core of goodness are blinded by their vanity, although those who are plunged by darkness is similarly lost.”

“Then what should I do?”, you detect a hint of misery in his voice.

“I am not the wisest of beings, Obi”, you smile candidly. “You’re not on your own. You should not pick up the broken petals and try to glue them to what they used to form. No. The damage is done, but it can be mended and transformed in something better.”

There is so much to be said, but, to your disappointment, words die in his thoughts. His eyes divert away and the magic is gone.

“Obi?”, now he detects despair in your voice.

The Jedi looks back at you. His blue eyes little by little lose the spark that once colored such tempest irises.

An eclipse rises.

“I must depart”, it’s all he mutters. “Unfortunately I cannot stay, Senator Y/N.”

You don’t have to say goodbye. Obi-Wan is gone with the wind.

***

• Part I: The Creed.

“You look too sad, Master”, Anakin tells him concerned. “This sadness of yours has remained there in your eyes longer than I’d thought it would take. I must say I am concerned.”

“This is exhaustion to you, Anakin”, Obi-Wan remarks. “I’ve been working per usual, that is all.”

“You have been burying yourself in work since that incident with the Duchess has…”

“It was not an incident!”, Obi-Wan snaps at Anakin, who stares at his Master in bewilderment. He sighs before softening: “I just…appreciate your concern over me, Anakin. It’s going to be fine. But there are moments when I wonder where this will end. Frankly, it frustrates me that two years later Maul isn’t entirely wiped out of the galaxy.”

“He’s not like any other we faced, Master. That creature is a Sith Lord, therefore we ought to be very careful when dealing with the man”, Anakin smiles quietly, eyes filled with comprehension. “But be mindful that grief should not overcome you, after all…”

“Fear leads to anger that leads to hate that leads to suffering”, so Obi-Wan completes. “I shall not forget that. It pleases me to see you learned that well, Anakin. I forget at times how good you can actually be.”

Anakin rolls his eyes, about to say something in return when the thread is interrupted by Master Windu, who requests Obi-Wan’s presence for a mission to planet Y/C.

“It’s farther than we had formerly judged”, the said Master tells Obi-Wan. “But we understand this is an important mission in order to prevent this region to fall to the Separatists. Apparently Count Dooku has sent a spy to convert Lady Y/N to his side. You must not fail, Obi-Wan.”

“I’m sure everything will be conducted most appropriately”, assures the other male.

By then the two part in friendly terms. But Anakin, the witness of the moment, is suddenly plagued with a strange feeling. However, he has not time to uncover it or even share with his Master, for Obi-Wan doesn’t want to waste anymore of his time in Coruscant, a planet he’s grown to dislike.

***

When he meets you after a long time spent journeying to your planet, Obi-Wan is dressing somber shades of red, opting for a dark cape that falls over his shoulders. But the growing shadow within is momentarily eclipsed by your glowing beauty.

Your long and wavy y/c hair is tied in a single braid; your face is painted in delicate colors that seem to bring your beauty in a most natural way; your light red gown reinforces your curves and after two years, Obi-Wan finds himself desiring a woman again.

His eyes linger at the swell of your breasts and for one moment, his mind takes him to a dark spot, where he allows to imagine taking each breast with his tongue—hungry for affection, wishing to be provided with what he hopes to find a sweet lullaby coming out of your lips, singing out his name—; but the moment you clear your throat, he sweeps away such pictured scene, burying it deep—mostly because he doesn’t want to have a boner right now.

“Master Kenobi”, you greet him with a sweet voice, eyeing him with a mix of curiosity and awe. He knows by the careful glance you give him that you find him handsome. Apparently, the attraction is mutual. “Thank you for getting to us. Welcome to our planet. I pray the journey has not been too hard on you.”

As you lead him to a seat next to the window, from where he can see the landscape outside, Obi-Wan smiles at you when answering:

“It has not, thank you for asking, my lady. I do hope, though, that your ladyship may forgive me for the delay in our mission. I had other matters to attend.”

“There is nothing to be forgiven for, Master Kenobi”, you smile again and Obi-Wan hates how the light that comes from you makes him feel like a teenager in his hormone days. “Before we begin to discuss our points, allow me to serve you some tea. Do tell your favourite.”

This is how it begins.

*

Lord forbid, but as each day goes by, you find yourself desiring to hear more of the serious and meticulous Master Jedi. His redhair and his blue eyes are difficult not to draw your eyes, but his muscles—perfectly well hidden under such robes—leave so much to your imagination.

Often seen by others as cold, unreachable woman, always avoiding relationships of any nature, it seems this man has managed to make you go to your knees—though you’d gladly turn this metaphor into literal.

You’ve heard the other day a lady in waiting describing to another exactly how she went to her knees to please her husband—a way the said lady in question found out from a maid of her trust—and how deliciously it was to feel his manhood pumping into her mouth. As you enter into the salon, your eyes scam after him, with that scene in the back of your mind.

What would be like to please him? To make this sacred Jedi feel profane, mundane things? It’s when your own conscience admonishes for such thinking. You are a governor, a member of the Senate who vowed never to marry or get yourself involved romantically—specially after one particular man, Senator H/N, broke your heart.

“Ah, Master Kenobi! There you are!”, you greet him with glee. “I must admit I am worried about how the Senate will respond to our request. I do wish to remain neutral in this war.”

Obi-Wan comes to perceive that he’s been growing intolerant to his impatience with this unending war. Or perhaps he’s mistaking it with frustration? The man cannot tell and he has no intention in letting obvious his discontent.

“I wouldn’t worry about it, Senator Y/LN”, and so suddenly your desire for peace reminds him of…

“Are you well, Master Kenobi?” You ask him gently, concerned about the shadows that so suddenly take grip of his reasoning. “Come, let us go outside. A stroll around the gardens might suit you.”

“No, I appreciate your concern, but…”

You surprise him by being an effective adversary.

“I don’t take no as answer, good man. I know distress when I see one.”

“And here I thought I was hiding well”, Obi-Wan muses sarcastically.

“Oh, didn’t you?”

How you snap back at him earns the Jedi some smile. And you are pleased your effort is finally coming to something.

*

“Is it weird to live by peace in a world plunged by extremisms?” You think out loud as you two share a stroll in a quiet, content pace around many green walls.

Obi-Wan, who’s been studying you more often than he’d sensibly admit, side eyes you and discreetly responds:

“I don’t think so. When disease begins to make sense, reason starts to find illogical healthy musings. We’ve been too sick to realize that peace could’ve been reached by a simple dialogue with some compromising”.

“Why do we expect better attitudes from others when we ourselves lack them?”, you sigh. “I suppose it’s because our enemies reflect our darkest fears.”

Obi-Wan’s eyebrows furrow at the thought. Seeing a good point you make, he finds himself uncomfortable for the first time in a long time.

We make demands of others. We fight for others. We expect better of others when we are not better than them.

Has the good cause been corrupted? Suddenly, Obi-Wan’s conviction starts to be shaken by his own beliefs.

“I’m sorry. I was meant to bring you some solace, not providing you this uneasiness”, you apologize by reading the Jedi’s awkward steps.

When finding your y/c eyes, Obi-Wan’s first instinct is to flee. You too get this sensation and perhaps you let it show more than you’d know. But he resists it.

You are not Satine. I cannot expect you to be like her. But you bring me to a different light… and I fear where this path will lead me.

“Don’t apologize”, though his arms remain folded, his features are now softened. “I’ve been under stress for two years in a roll. You deserve better, my lady, and I haven’t been a most proper guess, have I?”

You chuckle softly and the sound that comes with it makes any burden his heart’s been carrying loose…

“I understand more than you know, Master Kenobi. I fear to say I tend to overthink about what surrounds me”, you smile at him, your eyes not ready to let go of the gaze that captured them. “It’s a hopeless world we live in and yet I think it’s my duty to bring some joy to it.”

“And how’d you do that?”, he inquires, too intrigued by your web not to play with it.

“By living to a personal creed”, you give the Jedi a mysterious smile. “Live righteously through every beating of your heart. Do so by providing others some cheerfulness.”

That being said, you actually succeed to distract the very grave Jedi close to a fountain and with one small push, get him into it.

Soon, the silence is broken by a sound of cheerful laughters and for the very first time Obi-Wan joins them, not burdened, but free of it.

***

Part II: Duty Is The Death of Love.

Obi-Wan is requested to go back to Coruscant once the situation in your planet is partially resolved. But there is reluctance on his part going and you fear for his departure too.

By then, an unspoken attachment had developed between you two—but neither felt the urge to make it obvious, in other words: to make the first step.

“You are too quiet, dear Y/N”, Obi-Wan remarks, his eyes never letting go of your sight for a moment.

This evening you are having dinner. A private one, very personal and intimate in many shades—but the Jedi realizes you’ve been far from his grasp. It so appears to him that your brightness has been stolen away.

“Am I?”, you raise your eyes to meet those sparkling blue ones that have been searching for yours. You blush lightly as a result. “I’ve always been quiet, Obi.”

“This is hardly the truth”, he smiles. “You’ve been always the one to speak, my dear. Please, tell me what’s been troubling you.”

Your pride advises you not to tell him how you feel. Obi-Wan sees through you the struggle, but these are trying days. What’s there to lose if you speak your mind?

“I will miss you”, it’s all you can say.

He reaches for your hand, gently lacing fingers. Never before duty felt so strained, so… suffocating.

“I’m not really leaving. You know that.”

You don’t realize a puddle of tears is forming in your eyes before you say:

“You’ve always shone brighter than anyone I’ve known. I shall not eclipse that.”

Obi-Wan quickly leaves his seat to console you. On his knees before you, he takes each hand and presses there a kiss.

“Dear love”, he rushes to say. “You are a poetry to my soul. I’ve been numbed for a long time and thought myself dead inside until you brought me back to life. How can you say I shine bright when you are the sun who feeds me light to do so? No. I’m nothing if not a moon in need of your light.”

When did the desperation rise so eminently? You don’t know, neither does he. But all so suddenly, your lips are collided against his and Obi-Wan is rising you from your seat to pull yourself into him.

Your hands are now playing with his hair all the whilst his own are gripping tight your waist. His kisses are urgent and fervent, warming you in every possible way.

His lips are now going to your neck and you throw your head back, feeling exposed under his gaze. Indeed, had you had the ability to read mind, you’d find nothing but indecent thoughts there.

Hungry for your affection, his lust draws unspeakable ideas to you. His lips enjoy your soft skin and his eager hands are already unlacing your gown. On your turn, the tingles that his beard make on you are enough to make you sigh.

You promptly rest your hands over his shoulders in an attempt to find balance. As you do, you pursuit his lips once more as your hands begin to work in his fabric.

“Obi..”, you heavily sigh as you now kiss his jawline and move to his neck, gently biting his skin.

“Yes, dear Y/Nickname?”, he groans lightly as you have control over him.

You don’t know what you are doing, but you do. Moved by a strange house instinct, your hands toss his fabric away, going down to his manhood, all the whilst you pepper his neck and shoulders with a loving kiss.

“You are mine”, you whisper against his skin, as your delicate fingers find what they are looking for. “Aren’t you?”

You raise your eyes and Obi-Wan finds mischief in them, much to his arousal, specially when you start holding his manhood very gently.

“I am, yes”, he sighs heavily. “Maker knows I belong with you entirely, dear one.”

His words are like charm, evoking your sudden confidence. Suddenly, you flip positions, starting to get the best of him. Your eyes are glued on his heavy breathing and when he thinks he’s about to come undone…

You take him all.

Using your red lips.

*

But he is not a man to be easily subdued—he is the one who subdues, and here you are submitted at his will.

Obi-Wan knows you well and he enjoys driving you crazy by doing all he wants to do with you slowly.

“Beg, dear one”, he smirks at you, his fingers gently stroking your feminine core, not yet slipping them inside you. “This is what you want to do…”

You hiss under your breath, eyes already painted with desperation. But your pride is simply useless before the strength, the physique, the beauty and perfection that stand right before you.

“Please”, you whimper, much to his delight.

And he does so. His lips looking for yours, he takes no more of your time before pleasing you the way you deserve.

“I love you”, you sing your feelings out, followed by another whimper.

“I love you too”, he kisses you hungrily, enjoying the effect he has on you.

There is nothing but the alluring dark to light the way, and no sense of goodbye is perceived when one body collides with the other. Never before Obi-Wan felt so alive. A sensation that he does not want to let go of.

Towards the end of the night, when you two are bathed by salt, you turn at him and say:

“You should stay.”

Obi-Wan sighs. It feels as if he’s living that night again… when it was whispered that the duty was the death of love. When looking back at your y/c eyes, the good there is in them, a voice in the back of his mind says again: must you repeat old mistakes?

Must you?

However, for now the Jedi does not wish to dwell in such thinking. Internal riots are briefly quieted. He turns at you and peppers your face with kisses before cuddling you in his arms.

“Let us enjoy the today, my dove. It’s all I ask for.”

A response that does not content you, but would have to suffice now.

*

When you wake up the next day, he is gone. The warmth in his side of bed is replaced by a cold, a void of goodness you feel so abruptly deprived of.

It hurts, it aches too much the sound of heartbreaking. You should know that what was going to happen.

But the images of both of you speaking of the past as if the future would be one with the other roll in the back of your mind. Is there anything you could do?

No.

But that day you weep as sacred moments are remembered too well by your soul, broken like a secret you kept, an oath that now sounds meaningless.

And here your pain becomes a growing angst that paints your heart blue, all alone trying to find how to deal with all the intensity that crushed you like a tide that took you far from the shore, letting you drown by a heavy wave.

A knock on the door, however, disrupts you from your thought. You barely notice the tears rolling down in your cheeks until you taste the salt these come to your mouth. And now you must regain your composure.

Oh you must.

“Duty awaits”, you think out loud before granting the permission for the door to open and soon coming inside your bedchambers.

A moment so sacred is now profaned. As it should be.

***

Part III: Midnight.

“Have you heard the tale of Darth Plagueis, the Wise?”, the chancellor asks him.

Obi-Wan is wearing his usual suits this evening for an encounter with the man behind the Senate, the one whom the Jedis asked him to spy for. Palpatine is the said man’s name and although his behavior is rather…unique for a man of his position, it comes at being too odd to spy him.

“I believe I am rather familiar with it, yes”, replies the red headed Jedi, stroking his beard, as he casts his cold blue eyes towards the other one. “Why’d you ask, Chancellor?”

Giving Obi-Wan a smirk, Palpatine carefully shrugs.

“This is a tale often misconstructed by the Jedis.” He pauses carefully, waiting for some reaction coming from Obi-Wan. Once it did not, he continues. “Duty not always must be the death of love, Obi-Wan. Once upon a time, love was the main weapon of the Jedis. Now it appears to have been poisoned by the ambitions of such an Order.”

Silence hangs in between the two men, heavy like grey clouds announcing an upcoming storm.

“What you suggest is treason”, whispers Obi-Wan, avoiding the male’s gaze. “The Jedis have been the keepers of peace in Galaxy for centuries.”

“The endings often bear good intentions”, remarks Palpatine. “How about the means, though? The means justify the endings, and you cannot look away the pride and arrogance that have flickered the Order.”

No answer. Slowly, like a snake spotting a prey, Palpatine surrounds Obi-Wan.

“My dear, your duty has been rewarded with nothing but disdain. Your name has once been shouted by your fellow Jedis, but now it’s been whispered like a poison. Is this what you’ve become, Obi-Wan? A name, a number…a mere saber?”

“I don’t need recognition”, Obi-Wan retorts, but even he can feel the emptiness of his belief.

What has changed?

“Oh, but we do. We do. What are we without the applauses of those we love? Not beasts to be served to other’s purposes”, Palpatine smiles. “You have doubled your powers, Obi-Wan. But your path of blood… when will it end? They say fear leads to anger and anger leads to suffering. But has duty emptied your sentiments? Blind devotion also leads to suffering, Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

A sweet melody is sang. To see it’s effect, however, Palpatine slowly removes himself from the scene. The prey is at long last trapped by the snake’s trap.

Obi-Wan knows it. He feels it. The tentacles of darkness tempt him, seducing him like the sweet embrace of a lover.

Indeed, the list of dissatisfaction is too long to ignore. The anguish within never ceases to torment him. The temptation is too great to bear.

Nonetheless, it’s close to midnight when the Jedi leaves everything aside to look for you. Perhaps you have every answer for him; perhaps you might be the savior he needs.

*

You are located at your lavender garden, even though it’s past midnight. Chaos surrounds you, war destroys everything you know. You grew strangely comforted by it. You learned to play coy, to be the player you planet needed. Neutrality was merely a disguise. But politics was never a clean game in the first place.

Two nights ago, you’d met him. You thought you’d lost him again, but the silent steps caught you out of your guard.

“I knew I’d find you here, Y/Nickname”, his husky voice brings out a smile of your lips. “A lavender field is most proper to your ladyship.”

You raise your eyes, not surprised for seeing Obi-Wan Kenobi dressing a dark robe, a somber shade of red in his suit, standing powerful before you.

“I do not wish to forget the lavender haze creeping upon me.” You tilt your head, pleased to find a secret smirk twisting in the corner of his lips. “What are you here for, my dear? End this the way it should be.”

“It pains me to hear this is your conclusion”, he muses somberly.

You promptly stand and move to where he stands. Very gently, you remove his hood and run your hands over his short red locks, before cupping his face and tiptoeing to rest your forehead against his.

“I wouldn’t take you as a man who understands everything literally”, you make a small jest, pleased to make him chuckle.

“Darkness is so much more alluring than I’d ever consider it to be”, he whispers. “I’ve tripled my powers since I left you. I shall not lose you, my dear Y/N. The Jedis and the Sith…both took everything I’ve loved.”

He sobs and seems to fall on his knees, but you hold him, able to prevent him to lose his strength. But because he’s heavier than you’d able to carry him, you manage to lead him back to your lavender garden.

“This doesn’t have to be the way”, you tell him. “There is more in the world than Jedis and Siths, Obi.”

As he glances to you, you spot a swift change in the color of his irises, spot an unending suffering in the dark waters of his soul.

“I hate them”, he whispers, and the sound is like that of a whip. “I hate them all.”

“Let us run away then”, you speak gently, caressing his hair. “Those who step in our way shall be destroyed. Simply as that.”

Obi-Wan chews your solution for a moment. It’s reasonable and makes sense. When admiring your beauty and the gentleness that comes from your good heart, he takes your suggestion.

But then… a question rises.

What if there is no more Jedi nor Sith?

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Imagine when everyone ignores Anakin Skywalker's growing darkness...but you. What are you going to do?

Warnings: angst, drama, explicit smut.

Warnings 2: *long post*; unburnt Vader.

Strong recommendations: “Say Don’t Go”, Taylor Swift.

No minors

Preface

You are getting ready for your next mission when you hear steps. You know whose steps are, not entirely surprised when detecting the darkness they echo.

You quickly leave aside your preparations to meet him, but there is no need: he comes after you. Anakin opens the door abruptly and this is the moment where one faces the other.

“Master Y/N Y/LN”, he addresses you cooly.

The sound of his voice breaks your heart; a curious contrast to his eyes, whose new color could flare you in burning hell. You feel tears choking your throat, never reaching your eyes, though.

“There is no need to use formalities, Anakin. Is this what we are now? Strangers to each other?”

“I am a tragedy roll”, he speaks angrily. “This is the moment we must say goodbye to each other.”

“Am I a waste of memory?”, you burst out. “A song of goodbye to be sang in your head?”

Although he is expecting a reaction of you, such words are not what his mind had played before. It is strange to see in you the mirror of his angst.

“What other alternative is there? The Jedis are corrupted!”, Anakin yells and the quarters you are at seem to shake. But you remain there, still. “They brought me to decay!”

“That's not the truth! You brought this to yourself, although fairly so!”, you speak anxiously, going towards him. “Forget about everything. Forget about them. This isn’t about the Jedis or the Siths. It’s about who are you becoming, Ani.”

There are tears in his eyes, but also the depth of darkness that drags you into it, like the gravity of Tartarus. A call you cannot refuse.

Yet, you feel strangely in peace when being pulled into it.

“You don’t understand.”

“I do”, you speak softly. “I don’t judge you whatsoever. I am not asking you to choose. I am, however, trying to wake you up from this illusion. There is darkness in me as there is in you. But we can be at peace with it.”

“You sound convicted”, he whispers, eyeing down to his hands, holding the saber still.

“Your lack of conviction is disturbing, dear Ani”, you side smirk at him.

He raises his eyes to meet yours. Silence hangs in between you two. What’s to happen then?

***

A few years ago.

When you first meet him, he is the General Skywalker everyone talks about, known for his blows, his sagacity, ferocity in battlefield, but also for his sharp wit and tongue that may displease some people—not that he cares about it.

There is also a rumor that this handsome General is romantically linked to Senator Padmé, but you don’t care about rumors. You are hardly interested in this kind of gossip.

What you want is to prove your worth to your Master before you rise to become a proper Jedi. You are given a mission, delegated under the command of the said general.

“So here you are”, he greets you with a smug on his face. But you don’t find him arrogant as some had warned you about, rather you are amused by his cockiness. “Y/N Y/LN, aspiring to be a Knight Jedi. Am I correct?”

“Aye”, you respond confidently. “My trials are expected to occur towards the end of this year, however, as I’ve been developing well, my Master is giving me a chance to be trained under your guidance.”

Anakin folds his arms, analyzing you. There is something about you that reminds him of himself—he is precociously aimed to be a Master, whereas you are almost the same level of Ahsoka, his Padawan. However, you strike him something far different than Ahsoka.

A strange feeling seems to placate his heart. Anakin reads your anxiety, however, and says:

“Very well. But before we set on mission, I want to see how good you are, Y/LN.”

You side smirk at him.

“You won’t be disappointed, General Skywalker.”

He raises his eyebrows, but you spot a shadowy smile forming on his lips: you know you had surprised him, something few could do.

***

Anakin is indeed surprised by you. When you first train together, your discipline and strength out-stand his judgement. You could be his equal, your master had ensured that.

“Well, looks like you are quite gifted, Jedi. Why haven’t I heard of you before goes beyond my understanding.”

“I wasn’t ready to make my name yet”, you shrug your shoulder.

He cannot help a laughter. Disdain rolls out of his tongue when he says:

“So is this what’s it about? Making your name?”

“No”, you disguise well the anxiety of being misinterpreted. “It’s more than that. But if I want to become a Jedi I must be useful, be known.”

“This is not about you, Y/LN. Being a Jedi is much more than making yourself a name. It’s about others, making peace before all”, he explains.

“Why fighting to make peace then? If one does not rise, one cannot be useful.”

Ah, Anakin thinks, here it is. Her wit is as sharp as Ahsoka’s if not more because of her age. He chuckles.

“These are good questions to be asked. How observing.”

“It’s not that difficult to perceive, but to be perceived”, you tell him as you straighten yourself, keeping your saber once the training ends.

“What’s to be perceived? To be seen? Why does it matter to have your name written down in dusty old pages?”, Anakin teases you, for he wishes to hear more of you.

You turn at him. Your eyes meet in one significant gaze, and even though you are aware he’s trying to read your intentions, you block him. Another smirk comes to your lips when seeing frustration in his tempest blue eyes.

“Call it insecurity if you like. I call it making my journey. Not for others, but for being Jedi. You say being a Jedi is for others, which I agree. But it all starts with a personal journey. If I don’t make my name, General, I cannot give it to others. I cannot create my strength, my purpose dies in ink.”

“It makes sense”, remarks Anakin, musing how much of what you say is something that he once thought too. “Just be mindful of your duties.”

“As always, Master.”

As you leave, however, his eyes are glued on you. What mystery is the aura you have, or would be the innocent beauty that has captivated him, mixed with this atypical force you bear?

***

Fighting under General Skywalker’s orders is more than one could normally take. He is demanding, he might sound cold to others, he is intense. Every inch the fruit of Kenobi, as you heard once.

But you manage to keep up. You fight as hard as him, you follow his steps in silence, somehow you want to be like him…or even overcome him. The fierceness in him defies you.

And he sees it.

“Don’t climb too fast”, he advises you once. “Otherwise the fall will be too hard.”

Your pride is knocked down, but reason admits it to be necessary. Why pressing for an inexistent rivalry?

“Learn from the best and the best you will be”, he smiles at you.

It’s a good time to learn and you do your best to follow his footsteps. Until things start to get out of control.

***

The first signs are seen when Master Windu arrogantly dismisses General Skywalker’s attempts to be acknowledged as Jedi Master, or his contributions to the Jedi Order. More than once you come to find Anakin struggling not to speak some dirty truths to the other male’s face.

And it starts not to become rare his impulsiveness. Which leads him to a state of rage that once had you internally scared.

You have just landed from a difficult mission, starting to collect your new scars, when you find him fuming.

“…that son of a whore!”

Your eyes go wide. Luckily for you, he doesn’t see you. Anakin has in mind that apparently a third person such as Senator Clovis, whose allegiance to the Republic has been very dubious, has more than good intentions to Padmé. His care for the lady in question has been misinterpreted as being excess of jealousy which led them to a fight and a subsequent break up.

He’s been so caught up with this wave of rage and frustration about how nothing he does is enough that he barely sees you—believing to be by himself, Anakin thinks to be safe to release this rage.

But when he spots a delicated figure standing before him, he has the decency to blush.

“Ah, Y/LN. It’s you.”

Why does it flinch to hear him address you as such? But you dismiss your sentiments by putting a face.

“Excuse me, General Skywalker. Rex sent me here to deliver you this hologram. He asked me to do so before I join his squad.”

Anakin raises his eyes to study you carefully. Though pleased to see you are well versed in mind studies, he wishes he could know more of you. Leaving these anxieties aside, he says:

“Join his squad? Why? You are my best…” Anakin realizes he doesn’t have exactly a good word to qualify your position. “Well, my best comrade.” He pulls a grimace at such thought.

You giggle. As you place a curl behind your ear, suddenly Anakin realizes you are…a very good looking woman.

“We ought to depart soon, Sir. Please excuse my forwardness in coming in such a bad day.”

Funny it is, Anakin thinks, how he had only eyes for Padmé. But what intrigues him is: how come so suddenly does he notice your unique beauty? Your y/c eyes display goodness, but also locked doors: which only frustrates him.

Anakin sighs, trying to focus at the present moment.

“There is nothing to be excused for. Come, let me be a better host and offer you something to drink or eat. Unless you are in a hurry?”

Suddenly shy, you say:

“No, sir. I am departing in two days, although I am considering leaving earlier with the men.”

Anakin casts you a meaningful glance, one of the kind you cannot precise it.

“Why leaving earlier? Is it something from the Council?”

You notice his subtle despise to it, but make no mention of it.

“No. Nothing about it. I just have a hutch about the Ventress, is all.”

Anakin instantly turns at you.

“Are you out of your mind, Y/N? You cannot go after her! You are not even a Jedi yet!”

“Well, thank you for reminding me of it, Master”, you retort, hurt. “But I do believe I am as capable as you in going after her.”

Once sitting at the couch of his quarters and with drinks in your hands, Anakin softens.

“Apologies, Y/N. I did not mean to say these things. You are the best Padawan I’ve seen so far, but you are young, though, and the Ventress is dangerous and experienced. She proved tough even to Obi-Wan.”

You tilt your head to your right and, to Anakin’s dismay, there is a spark of amusement behind your y/c eyes.

“Young, so you claim. But we are not that different. I am merely a few years younger than you, General. Two, if I am correct.”

“Of all the things I said this is what concerns you the most?”, he exclaims, slightly annoyed.

“Yes, it it’s”, you snap back.

“Don’t you be snippy at me, Y/N.”

The only reason you don’t grow any bolder is that you see something behind those piercing blue eyes that gets you alarmed. You are not entirely imprudent, however, so you choose silence as your weapon.

“As you wish, General.”

To his perplexity, you walk away. But what’s worse is that he feels hurt at you doing so. A part of him seems to whisper: will the people that come to my life ever stay?

An unspoken thought that for some strange reason seems to reach you. You don’t look back, but you wish things were different. Yet, looking forward tomorrow, you decide to play things from another perspective.

There is little need to wait, though, for as you start to get to your ship, he is right after you.

“Y/N, wait.”

Your heart races when he addresses you. Instantly you turn to meet him, seeing something different in his eyes that shakes you internally.

“I didn’t mean to be rude at you. There’s been too much going on”, Anakin says softly.

“It’s all good”, you offer him a faint smile, bearing compassion in your features. “I know you are going through hard times, Master. You can confide in me.”

He hesitates. You wait. Anakin feels the weight of your gentle gaze on him, but he cannot hold it.

“I… I appreciate it, Y/LN”, he raises his eyes and for a moment when his blue irises linger in yours, your mental shield is threatened. “Truthfully.”

“Is there anything I can do to help you?”

Anakin studies you for a moment. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes from it. When it appears he’s going to say anything at all, the hologram calls.

It’s Obi-Wan.

“Looks like we are parting ways”, you say, not covering your disappointment.

“For now, Y/LN”, mumbles Anakin. “For now”.

And so he watches you go. Bitterly so.

***

You prepare to venture after Ventress when Anakin finds you. Today, he’s wearing much darker, somber robes, a contrast to your light vine ones. Despite the differences making your eyebrows frown, you are surprised about his presence.

“Y/LN. Rex informed me of your whereabouts. Stubborn, aren’t we?”, he disapproves your decision, arms folded as he watches you with deep concern in his eyes.

“You may call me Y/N by now, Master”, you give him a smile, much to his dismay. The kind of smile that breaks his barriers, that pulls him to the unknown. “You don’t have to worry about me. The time spent with you prepared me for this.”

“You don’t know what you are saying…” Anakin barely breathes out and you notice the pain in his eyes. “Don’t go, Y/N. I ask you this.”

There is so much to be said, all of which he reads like a torrent of unspoken words that fall over his head like a waterfall. The silence still hangs between you two, momentarily so, painfully so.

“You don’t have to prove your worth”, he whispers, thinking somehow this council to be of the kind he should follow. “Y/N…”

“I swear I’ll make you proud”, you insist, unwilling to be drowned in a puddle of anxiety. “Trust in me, will you?”

Anakin hesitates. You are much his counterpart, the mirror of his best side… somehow you perceive what’s not being said. It’s when you see through him, and this makes you hesitate.

“Anakin”, you call him. “We could go together.”

He is surprised at this sudden request. You clearly haven’t expected this either, but as you realize what you said, your smile grows bigger in your lips.

“We could, couldn’t we?”

That is when your bond deepens. But that is also your first attempt to rescue him from himself…

***

In the midst of the chase, you two end up in planet Y/C, known for the worst temperes, although it’s unlike that volcano planet you loath. There, to your consternation, the chase is delayed by a very bad sand storm.

“The best we can do is use it in our favor”, so tells you Anakin.

“And how’s that?”, you ask, not in the best of your mood.

As he flies to a safe spot, he ensures the environment hides the ship.

“She must be here somewhere. Sometimes we ought to be patient, Padawan.” Anakin side smirks at you.

“Says the one who is not really the most patient man”, you remark with a disapproving head shake.

“Never claimed to be such”, Anakin smiles wide. “We can rest for a moment. If you feel like sleeping. This ship is slightly more spacious than the one I usually pilot. Feel free to have some rest.”

“I appreciate it, but I’m too restless, I’m afraid.”

For a moment, neither you nor Anakin speak. It’s when you are moved by a curiosity that the Jedi already foresees it.

“Say it”, he grumbles under his breath. “Say what you want to say.”

“What? I didn’t say anything at all.”

He folds his arms and gives you a knowing glance. When seeing you blush, Anakin realizes he likes the view.

“I… To be frank, I am worried about you.”

“Yeah? I appreciate your concern, Y/Nickname”, Anakin is pleased when you smile almost unconsciously as he comes up with a nickname that shows how closer you two have become. “But this is war.”

“We cannot let our personal grievances lead the path to madness. It’s unwise”, you realize that your eyes cannot divert from his.

He sighs.

“It’s a weight you don’t understand. You should enjoy your life, Y/Nickname. Do your best, build your convictions and live for them.”

“I do”, you say firmly. “You are part of them. Ever since our paths crossed…”

“Don’t”, Anakin knows he’s being rude by cutting you, but it’s clear an emotional response. “I’ve been there before, it didn’t end well.”

“Allow me to give you hope”, you know you should not insist, but your tongue runs loose. Anakin avoids your gaze, but he cannot flee from you. “Don’t let what we have fade away. I am not her. But this doesn’t have to be what once was.”

He slowly turns his head at you, aware of your silent riot, sensing the pulse of your heart, the urge behind your eyes.

“This path… You don’t want to take, Y/N”, yet he is irresistibly drawn to you.

“Don’t go”, the words are whispered without the consent of your conscience.

What happens next is unpredictably out of control. His lips suddenly collide against yours, his hands cup your face, your body leans against his, your hands are all over him.

In the middle of storm, where nature cries out intensively against the presence of intruders in her domines, you and Anakin are found collapsing in each other.

“Y/Nickname… You shouldn’t make me want you”, Anakin growls under his breath.

He rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed. You smile, gently playing with his curls.

“There are many things I shouldn’t want either, but here I am with you.”

Anakin chuckles under his breath.

“You are unbelievable…”

Locking hands with him, you let yourself slide into his lap. You feel his admiring gaze linger over your feature, and you do the same, fearful somehow of losing him.

“Fear leads to anger…”, Anakin whispers when detecting your thoughts, his lips brushing against yours as his hands hold you tight. You can feel his body reacting to your slight moves over his manhood, but you don’t do nothing yet.

“We should not form any romantic attachments”, you whisper back with a naughty smile on your lips, leaning to bite down his bottom lip.

Anakin groans at your provocation, about to let that beast within take the reins of the situation… That is, until the hologram buzzes.

It’s Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Again.

***

• Hours before the tragedy.

Had you not gotten yourself wounded in the process, perhaps things would’ve been different. The possibility never ceases to torment you. There had been other factors, you were more than aware, but you still feel guilty about it.

Specially when you see him so distressed. And seemingly avoiding you.

“General, may I have a word with you?”, you finally manage to have a moment alone with him.

Anakin, lost in deep contemplations, already his aura fuming darkness, stops abruptly. Noticing you, he looks distant to you—unreachable even, much to your consternation.

When inferring the pain that never reached your tongue, Anakin softens. Nonetheless, he remains at what he judges to be a safe distance for you.

“Y/N, the Chancellor waits for me.”

“It won’t take a minute”, you insist.

Already seeing behind your eyes the urge in your heart, the Jedi is baffled by how every piece of you mirrors himself. A comfort, but also an aching for which there is no healing.

No, he cannot prove you like this.

Yet, before he knows, your tongue breaks loose.

“I love you. Don’t…go.”

When he reacts in bewilderment, your heart falls. You struggle to remain calm, but a wave is about to crush you.

Anakin wants to scream “I love you too”. He wishes to hold you in his arms, to kiss you fervently, to make love with you all night.

He wants to say “I love you too”.

He wants to make you his wife.

But… he won’t.

***

• The Order 66.

You stare through the window. From the emptiest quarters, silence embraces your pain, providing you some new odd sort of home.

Your reason so far holds the reins of the disruption that attacks your heart like a fever, the symptom of a diseases against which your body struggles.

Night rises and so comes the darkness. Memories are the worst type of phantom one must deal with. How can you exorcise it? How, when he walked away, leaving you bleeding, abandoned to hopelessness?

It’s been days since he parted, taking some piece of you. Numbed by it, you occupied yourself enough to avoid such thoughts.

You decide to leave your quarters. The corridors scream silently at you.

“I have a bad feeling about this”, you whisper.

Accused by inner demons for feeding illusions to your hungry heart, you shake them off as you grip tight your saber and step through the poorly illuminated room.

You hear the sound of blasters. You prepare to join a fight that transmits the sound of defeat.

“Why’d you have to twist the knife? Well, now I am prepared to hold it against me”, you think bitterly aloud.

It’s when a tear rolls down. Not much later, General Skywalker meets you. However, he is not the same Jedi you once knew…

***

• The Rise of the Dark Side •

“You are in suffering”, Lord Vader muses.

There is so much to be said, but none leaves your mind.

“Put an end to it”, it’s all you can say. “Do it and we’ll both be at peace with it.”

“Never took you for drama”, he retorts, but you swear there is some amusement behind his yellow eyes.

“Judge what you must.” And then of course, it comes the inevitable burst. “Why did you make me want to you? Why did you have to leave me behind like that?”

Looking disconcerted at you, it’s the first time you make him speechless.

“Y/N”, he slowly steps forward.

“I was yours!”, you don’t realize the burst takes all of you. “But you were never mine! Never…”

“Repressing your sentiments like that only leads to the inevitable path you are now”, Vader moves subtly to where you are. “Come with me, Y/N. Together, we can rule the galaxy together.”

“I’ve never cared about power”, you snort in between sobs.

He is silent, but his moves speak louder than any words. This Sith Lord holds you against him, though from behind he rests his hands around your waist.

Breathing your perfume, he knows there is no need to fight anymore. Your pain is now his.

“Don’t go”, Vader begs softly. “Say you are coming, Y/N.”

You slowly turn at him. His darkness tempts you, you are so tired of hurting… he cups your face with both his hands, resting his forehead against yours.

“I was always yours”, so he says. “I am not going anywhere. Not anymore.”

“You better don’t.”

This Sith Lord smiles. Your loyalty to him, whoever he is now, remains unchanged.

“I love you”.

Saying so, he doesn’t wait for your response. And just like that, in that forgotten quarters, Vader wants to compensate for the time wasted.

He pursuits your lips, now holding you as if he fears you’d change your mind, prompted to resist him—like others did. But you are too tired to fight anyway, and your heart has always been his.

You kiss him back, diving in deep waters. Your tongue dances perfectly with his, and there is strangely a balance with you two. As his arms involve you in a tender embrace, your hands climb from his chest to his face, moving to his hair, where your fingers are wrapped around his curls.

“I want you so bad”, Vader groans under his breath, his own hands famine for your body; quickly finding ways to unlace your robes. “How could you possible nurture the idea I was hers? Fuck her. I’m yours.”

You throw your head to the side, under his control completely.

“You never assured me otherwise”, you respond him in between soft whimpers as his tongue is now dancing circles in your neck. “Holy Maker!”

“Yes? Give in to me, my darling”, Vader moans softly, leading the way to bed and there lying you down.

On your elbows, you are urged to help toss him away his clothes. World outside might be plunged in darkness, but yours is burning wild on fire.

“I might do that”, you don’t protest, eyes devouring his well built muscles as your hands move from his curls to his neck, caressing his warm skin.

You would gladly go down below, but he prevents you doing so:

“Let me see if you will”, he whispers against your ear.

That way, his lips start tracing lines of kisses around your skin, slowly and teasingly. Vader smirks when hearing you soft whimpers. Very gently, indeed, he parts your legs, making sure he’s domineering you in every possible way.

Looking down at you, he sees lust gleaming behind your y/c eyes as he teases his manhood now exposed, touching lightly as it rises erect—and a smirk is fully displayed on his lips at seeing your body reacting: your nipples going hard, you trying to hold back your squirm…

“Do you like what you see, Y/N?”

“Yes, Master”, you moan. “Must you torture me thus?”

Lord Vader chuckles, pleased at your words. He leans softly against you, teasing the entrance of your feminine part with the tip of his manhood all the whilst his hands begin to play with your nipples.

He enjoys, more than he cares to admit, the lullaby he makes you sing. Vader watches as every unspoken word creates unspeakable images that he captures thanks to the use of Force. And he is sure ready to make them real.

Not long after that, as his lips reach each nipple of yours, taking quite a while at your chest, Lord Vader’s hand skillfully finds the way to you. Just like what you want him to.

By complying to your secretive desires, you are brought to such an exquisite sensation of bliss. Lord Vader makes sure to watch as you come undone—and there is no need to use the Force to ensure it happens.

Your screams are barely louder when they are shut by your lover’s lips. As he slaps your bum after you come undone—respectfully so—, Vader crawls over you and…

There.

You finally…

Have him.

“Oh Lord”, you whimper.

“Is this what you want me to do with you, my lady Sith?”, Vader growls at your hear, pleased to see how aroused you are.

“Y-Yes”, part of you doesn’t acknowledge the meaning behind his words, but the other part—perhaps a whole part, in truth—shines like a midnight sun in its glory. “Fuck, yes!”

Locking bodies with you, one moves with the other in perfect synchrony until both parts come undone.

“I love you”, and this you know is the true essence of the man you’ve come to known.

Enjoying his firm, possessive embrace, you look up at him and smile.

“I love you too.”

When seeing an unposed question behind his yellow eyes, you cup his face, peppering it with gentle kisses and saying:

“Whatever your soul is made of, mine is the same. We are not agony, perhaps not even hope, but something greater.” You lean on your elbow, eyeing him worth the purest devotion he’d ever seen. “I love you.”

Seeing you fall asleep on his chest, whilst messing with your hair, Lord Vader silently contemplates the weight of your words. He doesn’t need any Jedi, nor Sith, but you and you alone.

Having tasted the power provided by the dark side, how strange it is to be tempted by the light when he’s with you.

So the Sith Lord joins you in his sleep, peaceful for the first time in years.

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Imagine Anakin Skywalker heals your wounds… especially after a tough day. By doing so, he is healed from his own shadows.

Warnings: short fic; drama, angst; emotional intimacy…

Warnings 2: fluffy endings.

Recommendations: “Video Games” by Lana del Rey.

***

Anakin’s been having troubling days, you know it. You try your best to comfort your husband, lending him an ear. And the general appreciates every effort you pay by doing him so.

However, he’s been so focused in his own growing resentment toward the Jedis and the anger that has been boiling within him that he didn’t realize you’ve been struggling with your own demons.

Out of the clonic wars, you’ve been going through a war yourself. Old insecurities come every time your plans don’t succeed, when relatives knock at your door with criticism sharp as knives, pleased to blame you for whatever’s been going on in their lives.

You’ve been married for nearly six years and as much as you’ve tried to step away, you know you couldn’t. The reason for it lies in your old attachment to the family you grew with, your inner child trying to heal from such wounds. But there’s your work too. You feel overwhelmed by how you are treated.

There are also the friends you lost for the war, the ones who don’t care about how you’ve been fairing since you’ve married—although few would know you have wedded a Jedi, but the ones who do are out of your grasp.

You begin to wonder if you are enough. It’s not as if you feel helpless when it comes to everything. You don’t wield the Force, you are not part of the politics world. What are even you?

Anakin’s been out for a while to protect the chancellor, so you have no clue what’s about to happen… or what would happen had he not been plagued by a very realistic view of your melancholy.

Quickly, he rushes back home, ignoring the Chancellor’s pleas. And to your dismay, Anakin finds you crying at the couch, heart breaking for the aforementioned reasons—but aching for him, craving for his comfort.

“My love? What’s the matter?”

“Anakin!”, you stand, trying to recompose yourself. “I thought you would not come home until…”

“No, no. This isn’t about me”, he is urged to go after you, promptly pulling you against him, holding your face with his hands, his own eyes tearing when seeing how your wounds came to the surface. “I’ve sensed something was going on. Please forgive me for not realizing this earlier…”

“It’s okay. This all happened whilst you were gone anyway”, you say as you are engulfed in his arms. “But you…”

“No. This isn’t about me”, says he firmly. “I will not leave you bleeding, I will rock you in my arms as I did before I left.”

Carefully, he leads you upstairs.

“Come, you need a shower.” Anakin speaks softly, but seriously nonetheless. “I won’t leave you ever again. Fuck this Jedi Order, fuck the Chancellor.”

You had just sniffed a bit when his words caught you off the guard.

“Ani…” You are brought to the shower, but you are so perplexed you don’t realize he’s preparing shower all the whilst tossing his clothing off. “What are you saying?”

As he comes to you, standing right behind you as he helps undress you too, you comprehend there’s been too much going on.

With both of you.

Threatening the domestic peace.

“I’m saying I’ve been away too long. I heard your silent screams. How your heart whispered “don’t go” , rioting against the imposed loneliness”, the way he reads your intensity so well freezes you.

Anakin side smirks at you. Now standing before you, he raises your chin and, holding it gently, says:

“I know my wife well. You shouldn’t underestimate my power, Y/Nickname.”

“I thought by hiding well, I wouldn’t trouble you. I mean…” And here you burst out at long last all that was well hidden, but improperly buried within.

But words are dissolved in the form of your tears, although Anakin needs not to hear them to understand you.

However, when soothing you, helping healing your emotional wounds, he realizes everything else has little importance.

Yes, he doubled his powers, but what importance are these when you are hurt? Yes, he’s built a great reputation in the war, but who cares about it when you’ve been fighting yours on your own? No. This would end, and to end this tonight releases the burden Anakin, formerly expected to fill the heavy role of the chosen one, has been carrying for years.

As you two move to be under the shower, every tear is wiped away when water comes clean over you. He holds you close, reassuring you in every possible way that he’s not leaving you anymore.

Not now.

Not ever again.

“Besides”, Anakin whispers. “I married you because of who you are. I was attracted to your y/c hair, your y/c skin, your y/c eyes, and not to mention your smile.”

He smiles when you give in and smile too. Your eyes are closed, your face is buried against his chest. His hands are going up and down your back, gently stroking your hair.

“But what captured my heart”, the Jedi proceeds, not realizing he’s finding the balance all the whilst light comes to the surface of his speech, “was your kindness, your good will towards every one you love. Your wit, your sharp brain. Yes, you are a very smart woman, Y/N. Remember when you listed every history of each of Coruscant’s countries? I could never do that!”

You chuckle fondly at the memory. You start to calm yourself, pleased to going back to your stable emotional self. At least for now.

Anakin senses the same, but he doesn’t quit with his work with you. Now, he’s more determined to fight away your insecurities.

“You have a peculiar sense of humor, I give you that, but so what? Even when you are shut in yourself, however shy you can be, you are friendly, lovely, loyal. You’ve been so helpful to me, Y/N”, and here is when he’s starting to get teary himself. “You are not just my lover, my wife, but my best friend.”

There is little need to say anything at all. You cast him a loving glance. Holding his face with both of your hands, you tiptoe and kiss his lips. Anakin holds you back, returning the kiss slowly and passionately.

It seems everything is solved. At least for now…

***

When Anakin wakes the next day, he’s taken aback by your absence on your side of bed. Quickly, he dresses and goes after you, unwilling to waste any more time.

However, every riot comes to silence when he finds you on the hills, meditating the way he taught you to. His own anxiety dying away, he slows his pace, eyeing you with the utmost care.

The male Jedi finds you at peace, part of the wilderness as wind blows against you. You may not be a Force user, but it’s clearly in you. Anakin remembers telling you about it.

“Every one is sensitive to it”, he told you, a side smirk displayed on his lips. “If you had the patience, dear one, I’d gladly teach you.”

“I’ll leave that to you. You know I don’t belong to this Jedi stuff”, you remarked lazily.

Nonetheless, he taught you many ways to use Force in your favor, especially when anxiety strikes you.

He sighs, though. When watching you in such a serene scene, his own nerves come down. Anakin’s own thoughts drift apart in some sort of dissociation.

He has his own hurting to heal, and though he feels better, the Jedi wishes to…

“I know you are there”, you break the silence between you two. You stand and move to where he is. “Why didn’t you come to me, Ani?”

Anakin sweeps away his troubling thoughts to concentrate in you. As he goes to where you stand, you notice a strange stark between you two: where he dresses black, you opt for red with details in white.

Reading your thoughts, Anakin says:

“I was merely watching you, love. You seemed in peace. But now I see you are overthinking… what’s it, darling?” He strokes your face, all the whilst pulling you closer. “My wild little thing.”

“You are the only one who sees that way”, you whisper, resting your forehead against his. “But I worry over you. Why are you dressing dark robes, sweet love?”

“They are practical, is all”, Anakin tries to move away from the topic. “I always saw you who you truly are and never shied away from you.”

You raise your eyes and Anakin, when contemplating them, is instantly drowned in you.

“I am taking you as who you really are.”

One moment of silence. Clouds start to tremble into one another. Wind howls louder now.

“There is evil in me”, he furrows his eyebrows, avoiding your eye contact as he speaks his thoughts out loud. “There is a winter coming that I have no strength to pull myself away from.”

To his dismay, you are comprehensive.

“You are not evil, Anakin Skywalker. You are misunderstood by others, but not by me.” You touch his face gently, bearing the sweet sensation his soul equals yours in a gentle harmony. “We are not simple creatures to be easily defined by others. We are more than that.”

“How can you say that after all the things I’ve done?”

You raise his face so his eyes meet yours.

“We live in days of war, my darling. But you are my peace. Allow me to be yours too.”

Anakin melts in a smile. Resting his forehead against yours one more time, his arms now hold you possessively.

“You are, Y/N. Maker knows you bring me such fortitude, joy and many other good things I am unworthy of…”

“Shush”, you quiet his darkness, softly so. “Let us not welcome any sort of agony here. I love you for who you are, not for what others want you to be, Anakin.”

When his eyes stare in yours, you see how easily they dance in between two irises: blue… and yellow. But you are not frightened. You remain there, locked in his arms.

“You have conviction”, so judges him.

“Yes”, you affirm. “You are my conviction.”

“I fucking love you, wife”.

And by saying that he kisses you. As you return the kiss, every rain falls over you, but no thunder finds way to break through the clouds that rumble in the skies.

***

• Epilogue

He watches you sleep peacefully, face buried in his chest. Anakin smiles at such sight as his hand plays with your curls.

“It’s you. It’s all for you, everything I do is for you”, he whispers.

As if you capture his words, your lips curl upon a smile. Anakin chuckles lightly, pressing a kiss on top of your forehead.

It rains outside, but it’s brighter on the inside. Sun isn’t setting on paradise, not anymore. And just after this contemplation, he holds you closer, decided to go back to sleep.

This is not a dream, but what’s the need to wake up from it?

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Imagine you and General Skywalker are roommates. 🤭😏

Warnings: smut & fluff, drama; rom-com vibes—i tried anyways.

Warnings 2: no minors.

Recommendations: “Die For You” (the version with Ariana Grande); “The Love We Had Stays On My Mind” (Joss Stone).

***

• How it started…

You and Anakin first met when both of you were younglings. He wasn’t the kindest in the room, but you were. In this particular case, opposites did attract one another. Thus you soon kindled.

“I can’t believe you are dragging me to this picnic”, the young boy was grumbling as you had this idea of eating outdoors: a suggestion of making it a form to practice the Force was promptly accepted and encouraged by your Master.

“Must you complain all the time?”, you giggle at him.

Anakin’s blue eyes are glued in your y/c hair, tangled in a simple braid; your y/c skin, so smooth and shiny; your y/c eyes…how much fondness he sees in those irises. Why, yes. He knows you care for him, a sentiment he cannot compare yet to what that Lady Angel named Padmé brought to him, but even so.

“Yes, since I cannot refuse you anything”, he blurted out without second thoughts.

Simple as that. But this was how it began: a friendship with different shades, painting a variety of possibilities that would yet be played out.

***

• Twilight of adolescence.

You are so concentrated in your meditation that you don’t realize Anakin’s eyes are stuck in how serene you look. He is mesmerized at how easily you do it, though partially envious because, unlike him, you are calm.

But his thoughts unbalance you. Thus you open your eyes and smirk at him:

“Do you conveniently forget that I can read your thoughts?”

“Maybe”, he smirks back. “I mean how the hell do you do it effortlessly? Frankly, my dear Y/N, there must be a trick.”

You scoff at his wording.

“Please, Ani. You speak as if you don’t regularly overpower me in our trainings.”

He takes a seat next to your side, glancing at you with amusement behind his eyes. He is wearing that Padawan braid you are so familiar with, having one yourself tied in a lock of your hair.

“You underestimate yourself a little too much”, Anakin slightly shoulders you. “Remember when you knocked me down?”

“That was only because you got yourself thinking a little too much about the pretty Senator”, you tease him, shouldering him back.

Both of you giggle at the memory.

“What happened to her anyways?”, you ask him. “I thought you were having a thing?”

Anakin’s smirk is wiped out of his face, but what concerns you is the gloom that eclipses the brightness of his face.

“She is, let’s just say, unreachable.”

“I’m sorry, Ani”, you whisper, aware how he came to love her. “I truly am.”

Uncomfortable with such a topic, but maybe because, unbeknownst to you, he’s been trapped in a confusing web he wove where there had been no space for anyone but Padmé Amiadala until your smiles, gentlenesses and every virtue you’ve been praised for, got him.

Hence why the moody Anakin storms out and leaves you there, guilty and upset for being the one to send away such a gleeful moment.

But such torment soon ends. Anakin comes for you later the same day in order to apologize for being so rude. He is baffled by how easily you forgive him, and when you promptly hold him—tighter than usual—he realizes friendship is not enough.

How long, however, will it take for him to tell you how feels?

Worst, how much longer will you be able to hold your feelings for yourself?

Only time will tell…

***

• Early adulthood.

You have just returned from Aldeeran when master H/N assigns you a mission next to your long time friend Anakin, now known as General Skywalker.

As much as you’ve been pleased to follow his path as a rising star, becoming good friends with the sweet Ahsoka, you have caught a glimpse of something deeper and which concerns you. But you wait before you have the opportunity to discuss this properly.

“Hey Y/Nickname”, he greets you warmly, although something about his eyes gives you chills. “What’s up? It’s been a long time!”

You decide to knock whatever tension there’s been between the two of you with an embrace. But when breathing his scent by burying your head against his neck, your heart skips a beat and your mental defenses are melted.

Anakin, caught off guard by your kind gesture—something he’s barely seen these days—, finds himself slightly emotional… until he has the opportunity to find out at long last that you feel for him what he feels for you.

This is a discovery that mixes his feelings. It fuels his impulsivity at the same time that gives a bittersweet flavor to know the years that have been wasted. Adding to that there is the factor that Anakin has been growing distasted to the Jedi Order.

So much to be felt by the intense Jedi. But nothing gives him more joy than knowing you love him as much as he loves you. However… a question is silently posed in the back of his mind: how can he tell you how he feels?

As one reluctantly untangles from the other, you are quick to break the silence.

“I have some good news! Master H/N wants us to work together at Mandalore! Our first mission, General Skywalker”, you tease him, pleased to see you are still able to make him laugh. “I pray not to disappoint you, sir”, you add a not very graceful curtsy to your speech.

He notices today your y/c hair is loose and messy. It gives him naughty ideas, but Anakin struggles to compose himself. Instead, he places one hand over your shoulder and says:

“When have your ever disappointed me, Y/N? What nonsense you speak of”, he side smirks at you.

But every sweet moment dies when two Masters come along. Windu is followed by Obi-Wan Kenobi and the look on their countenances is not indicating any sign of pleasantness. You also notice the tension in Anakin’s shoulders. To worse, has he started to wear darker robes? A thought that displeases you internally.

“General Skywalker and Jedi Y/LN, the Council greets you well”, he speaks formally and both you and Anakin acknowledge the gesture by nodding your heads. “I’ve come to deliver the follow instructions concerning Mandalore. Be aware that even though you may be roommates for the occasion, you must not…”

And here he starts to scowl. But you haven’t been paying attention after that small word stuck inside your head.

Roommates?

Me and Anakin?

You side eye discreetly to your long time friend in search of anything that could give away whether he felt repulse or something you hope to be the opposite of it, but to your disappointment there is nothing to find.

You must calm your nerves, you decide. Being no longer a teenager, you remind yourself that you must not form any romantic attachment… especially where your best friend is concerned.

***

• Roommates, it is!

“You are too quiet, Y/Nickname”, Anakin says whilst piloting to Mandalore. “This is the moment where you shout at me for almost making you sick.”

You smirk, albeit unwillingly.

“I am often quiet. I usually leave the babbling for you”, so you retort.

He chuckles.

“No, you are nervous because Mace Windu himself told you that we’d be roommates. But I believe you took this a literal meaning, darling. We are piloting together and getting into the room of the thing we are meant to destroy”, Anakin explains with a hint of amusement that brings you to annoyance.

“And you never cared to let this clear?”

“Absolutely not”, Anakin smirks with that characteristically smug look on his face. “It’s so much fun when you are angry with me. But besides I do think we are sharing one room at the Duchess’s palace. Don’t forget you are going disguised.”

You avoid his gaze, face completely red.

“It’s all very confusing.”

By the time you are landing, Anakin smirks again at you before the remark that would get you redder—if possible:

“What’s so confusing? Sharing a bed with me shouldn’t be so bad, should it?”

“I hate you, Anakin Skywalker”, It’s all you manage to respond.

*

There is a ball going on to welcome some of the Mandalorian’s allies. Whilst Anakin is there to represent the Senate, you are disguised as the lady of Planet Y/C. The moment you show up with your hair y/c hanging loose in your back, dressed in green, Anakin’s eyes go slightly wide.

He is about to make a joke (“Aren’t you showing some cleavage?”), but in truth he drinks from the view. Anakin realizes he’s been delaying so long the moment between you two. He wants to discover every bit of you, wondering what would be like to kiss you, to make you a puddle of a mess…

“Why are you looking at me like that?”, you interrupt him, sounding more nervous than you’d care to admit.

“You look gorgeous, Y/N”, he takes your hand and there presses a soft kiss, taking pleasure in noticing the goosebumps on your skin and the struggle behind your eyes.

He’d definitely kiss you… had you both not been rudely interrupted by no other than C3-P0 informing the feast is ready and you are expected to be met by the duchess soon.

“And here I go”, you say rather awkwardly.

“You’ll be fine. To be honest, you fit more in damsel roles than otherwise”, Anakin says in a teasing tone.

You stick out your tongue.

“If that is your way to compliment me, am I supposed to thank you?”

“You’re welcome”, says he, bringing you out to laughters, which pleases him quite so.

It occurs you, albeit a little too late, to finally unburden your heart by venting your thoughts.

“Ani, I must…”, you are about to tell him when, once again, you are interrupted.

To your dismay, and Anakin’s consternation, the moment where every wall is about to be knocked down is delayed. Again.

*

He watches as you get the attention of every being there present at the feast. And Anakin grows possessive at each gaze that follows your moves.

Maybe there is a risk of ruining this mission, but the General cares little about it. He must have you, he must tell you how ardently he loves you, how…

“Lady Y/N”, he gets to you discreetly, in a nonchalant posture when he’s burning inside. “May I have a word with you?”

You cast him a suspicious look at him: didn’t you two agree the time to speak would occur later?

But regally you smile and, playing your role, grant him your hand.

“Of course, General. What’s it?”

“I am not feeling very well”, Anakin’s anxiety breaks in.

“Oh”, you promptly leave your disguise off. “Let us go back to the quarters then. I may have something.”

Perhaps in private this will come out better, Anakin hopes in silence. He agrees, watching as you forget discretion when taking his hand, locking fingers with you, as you lead the way.

It appears that no one notices your absence—or maybe you and Anakin used the Jedi trick to make it seem so. Regardless, once you and him are back to your quarters, you finally realize he’s about to explode.

“Ani…”

“You must allow me to express how I feel”, he rushes to you, cupping your face with both hands. “I love you, Y/N Y/LN. I have loved you for a long time and I cannot waste my days and night away thinking about the possibilities of being more than your friend and Jedi mate. I must know… Please tell me how you feel, for I shall not nurture if…”

You smile in relief and seeing the confusion stamped in his face, you make all clear by locking your lips against his in a soft kiss.

Little by little, however, the kiss deepens, but because there is some uncertainty in what direction should it go, you and Anakin part it—albeit reluctantly.

“Well, roomie, looks like we are finally free of this weight”, he muses it, eyeing you with such devotion that your knees go weak.

You giggle softly, watching with the same sentiment as he rests his cheek against your cheek. Your heart races at this moment.

“It’s too late to go back now”, you smile at him. “Are you sure you don’t want to return to Senator Amidala’s arms?”

Anakin rolls his eyes at your provocation.

“Really now, Y/N?”

“I just had to be sure”, you say it playfully, but Anakin can see through your jest the shadow of old insecurities.

Resting his forehead against yours, he snakes his arms around your waist.

“There is only one woman in my life. I lament it took me years to see it, but the only woman I truly and passionately love is you, Y/N Y/LN. There is no space whatsoever for anybody else.”

To reassure you, the General kisses you passionately this time to prove his point.

***

• ‘The Love We Have…’

You are restless this evening. Although you had claimed earlier that a fatigue led you to an unbearable migraine, your body is protesting against the absence of your lover.

Anakin has been occupied at Mandalore’s Moon, there dealing with a group of people that are perceived by many as terrorists, all the whilst you’ve been carried to other parts of Mandalore on behalf of Duchess Satine herself.

Now you are back and you are aching for him. A desperation that burns your legs and rises in further protestation within your heart, there causing a riot you cannot shut.

Well, there might be a solution for this problem… and the idea makes you blush. You cannot divert from it, as much as it gives you embarrassment. But it’s been too much to handle. Besides, you could always use the Force…

Unaware Anakin is coming, he too possessed by the same urge, you toss away the blankets and let the moonlight come through the partially open curtain. You’ve always felt like you belonged to the nights anyway…

You close your eyes, ready to meditate. Your mind anxiously begins to trace his features, his blue eyes, his muscles… his physique, his smile. Oh how he smiles at you like that often made you wet in between your legs, as it’s doing now.

You are short breath, never having experience to touch yourself. You always had second thoughts about it, besides Anakin usually did a great job. But he’s not there and the mere reminder fuels your frustration.

However, concentrated you are in such a struggle you barely hear the door opening. You don’t see that Anakin comes from the shadows with the look of a hunter: he’s been sensing you, every thought, every sentiment that runs within, from afar.

A sly smirk pops in the corner of the Jedi’s lips as he steps silently so he doesn’t ruin your moment. Anakin is already rigid in his pants just by hearing your unspoken thoughts. He removes his shirt in a synchronized gesture with you, as you do the same.

Completely bare, he, however, refuses to release the pressure on himself. He wants you, he wants to be the one to lead you there—yes, Anakin knows he’s possessive and egoistic towards you, but he’s also been aware that these traits you not only accept, but enjoy secretively.

“My love”, he whispers as soon as he locates himself behind you, arms around your waist; a smirk twists to a smile when seeing the effect he still has on you. “Have you missed me?”

You freeze upon his words. Your stunned silence is a positive indication of your distrust that this is the real him. Anakin further smiles, his hands running up and down your arms.

“You haven’t forgotten me, have you?”, he mumbles against your ear, bitting your earlobe gently. “Have you, my darling?”

Hungry for his touch, you lean back and pursuit his lips. As he corresponds you passionately, Anakin wraps one hand around your neck all the whilst he uses the other to cup your right breast.

“Hmmm”, he gently groans under his breath when feeling how easily he makes your nipple hardening under his touch. “I’ve missed you, darling.”

“Ani!”, you gasp in full pleasure, your body already giving in to his sweet, skillful hands. “I beg you!”

“Is my princess begging now?”, his husky voice makes you wet and he pompously watches as you rub one leg to the other. “Have I turned such a powerful Jedi in a beggar?”

You enjoy being easily overpowered by him, how he uses that dark side you know so well to your favour. But your mind stops retracing your thoughts for you go absolutely insane as he kisses your neck and now releases the hand around your neck to play with your left breast.

“I-I am, yes! I am, Master!”, you cry out, already unbearably soaked. “Don’t tease further, you know I’ve missed you…”

You arch your back the moment his fingers twirl your nipples, caressing each slowly, yes, but passionately too. His eyes are glued in your reactions: aware of how to tease you, how to make you come undone to him, Anakin is aroused at the idea of your submission. You promptly submit to him and he realizes he loves when you beg.

But more than that, he loves you.

“Let me sooth your needs, darling”, so the General says when slipping his right hand into your feminine core. And finally, he slides one finger into you. “Fuck! So damn wet for me?”

You cast him a lustful gaze, transmitting every indecent thought that he seeded with his departure. Anakin laughs quietly as he captures it, kissing you slowly as he teases you.

“My angel, you and I shall not be merely roomies. No, no”, he vows, watching as you smirk under his pleasantries. “Oh you like that, don’t you?”

Anakin gives small bites against your skin as he now inserts another finger. He takes his time there and when sensing your climax, the Jedi then carefully moves on top of you after lying you down gently—without stopping pleasing you.

“Yes, my love. Come to me”, the Jedi encourages you softly, smiling down at you as you arch your back and enlace him with your legs, all the whilst leaning to kiss his lips fervently.

But this is only the beginning.

*

As much as you enjoying riding him, you prefer when he’s on top of you, being the bossy man he is. Your lips curl on a sly smirk when there is no need to speak it out as one understands the other perfectly well.

“You play the difficult one outside, but damn here you submit easily, uh?”, Anakin teases you, slowly moving inside you, locking hands with you above your head.

“I hate how you know me so damn well”, you growl under your breath.

“Darling, hate is not the Jedi way”, Anakin smirks, getting yourself a smile before he kisses you passionately.

Leaving lust aside, this is the moment where one soul intimately links the other as the bodies connect. Anakin is careful with you, watchful at every reaction he evokes on you.

And you as well. You want him desperately so, every part of him, you don’t want to let go of him. To feel his manhood right where you want him to is just…

So…

Damn…

Good.

Perfection, indeed.

“Ani”, you moan loudly, already feeling the waves of pleasure you gladly prepare to drown into.

“Yes, Y/Nickname?”, he groans softly at each thrust, him too not far from you.

“I love you”, you gasp.

“I love you too”, he whispers back, before going down to your skin with his tongue, taking his time in every bit of you.

Soon, the whispers turn into screams and every intensity rests ashore.

***

• New Beginnings.

When the mission in Mandalore is complete, you and Anakin are expected to go back to Coruscant. However, before doing that, Anakin leads you to planet Y/C, where you and him are secretly married.

“We are husband and wife now”, you remark blissfully. “Who’d ever thought we came this far?!”

“I would”, so says Anakin, side smirking at you.

“There was a Senator that could have taken my place, though…”, you tease, earning him an eye roll.

“Come here, silly head.”

He pulls you close, mesmerized by how shiny your eyes are, transmitting every bit of happiness when you look at him.

“I love you”, says your husband, smiling when seeing you blush. “There has only been you, Mrs Skywalker. As it will be.”

“It better be. I love you too, Mr Skywalker.”

Between giggles, you two share a kiss, spotting a very bright future ahead of you…

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