#i keep thinking to how anakin keeps getting all these chances to turn back to the light

[bloatedandalone04]

The Story of Us

➪the one where things are a bit different after you and anakin get back together.

Warnings: angst if you squint, fluff, indications of smut

Word Count: 2k | Part 1 - Part 2

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Anakin really tried to remain professional and appear unemotional, but he couldn’t help the turn of his head that often resulted in him looking in your direction. Could he really be blamed, though? You looked absolutely stunning, the dark blue dress you wore fitting you perfectly and giving you the rare chance to ditch the robes. 

Anakin wore something similar, a dark suit and a tie that matched your dress. It was subtle, and didn’t give away the fact that you two were together. You were on a mission, of course, but still together. 

You and he were acting as a Senator’s bodyguards, and your role was to make sure he made it through the gathering unharmed. The room was packed, so it was tough to keep an eye on both the man and you, but somehow Anakin managed to do it just fine. 

Really, who could blame him for not being able to keep his eyes off you? He thought you looked good all the time, but there was something about the way your dress hugged your body that had him refraining from going over there and causing a scene with you.

He was holding onto the fact that he is the one who will get to take you home in a few hours, and it’s him who will take that dress off you. Everyone else could have their looks, but that’s all they’ll ever get from you, and he knew that. 

Anakin was talking to one of the guests, pretending like he was very interested in what she was saying, when in reality he really didn’t care much. She inched closer to him and he could practically feel her body heat radiate onto his. Anakin cleared his throat and looked around the room, almost instantly making eye contact with you. 

You give him a guarded expression before turning back to the man you were talking to, making Anakin’s heart drop a bit. It hadn’t been too long ago that he was preparing to give up everything he’s ever worked for by purposely failing his mission of protecting Padmè and letting himself turn to the darkside. He knew your self-hatred was still present in your mind, and he wasn’t about to let your head go to the automatic conclusion that this was the same situation as before. 

When the girl lifted her hand to place it on his chest, Anakin took her by the wrist and gently, but also firmly, guided her away from him. He ignored the unimpressed look she gave him and made his way over to you.

Like he expected, when you caught onto the fact that he was standing next to you, you turned away from the man and faced him. “Anakin,” you greet formally, acting as if the pair of you were only friends. 

“Y/n,” he said back, stepping away and nodding towards a corner of the room that was less crowded and darker than the rest of it. You just nod and follow him, glancing back to make sure the Senator was still doing alright. After confirming that he was still where you last saw him, you turn to your boyfriend and meet his eyes. “I know what you’re thinking.”

You lift a brow and keep a few steps between the two of you. “No, you don’t,” 

He furrows his brows and gestures to the girl who was making an advance on him a couple minutes before. “That wasn’t anything, you know,”

“I know,” came your instant reply, and he knew right away that you were lying. You were a good liar, just not to him. He’s watched you lie to people in the past, with good intention, of course, and you always got away with it. You just simply couldn’t lie to him, much like how he couldn’t lie to you. 

“Angel,” he huffed quietly, briefly looking around to make sure you weren’t being given any suspicious glances, not that he’d be able to step away from you just yet, anyway. “We’ve talked about this.”

You sigh and look at the floor. “I know,” you say again. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting to be thrown back into all of this with you when we’ve only just worked things out between us. The distance was harder than I thought it would be, it’s not easy to stay away from you right now.”

“We were always together,” he said quietly, taking a chance to grab your hand, shielding the action with his body so it would go unseen by the guests. “Maybe not physically, but I was with you. And it’s not easy for me to stay away from you, either.”

In all honesty, Anakin was counting down the seconds until this mission and night were over, so he could take you back home to your newly refurbished room you shared together. You looked so pretty, he found himself feeling the smallest bit jealous that everyone in this room got to see you like this and not just him. 

You squeeze his hand. “At least we have that,” you nearly whisper and go to pull away, but Anakin wasn’t satisfied with the outcome of his conversation. He promised to fight all your battles with you, and you were clearly still in a vulnerable state right now. 

Even though he loved going on missions with you by his side, he knew it was hard for you to focus right now and would continue to struggle with your tasks until you’ve won this inner battle against yourself. He wished you had been given an out for this one, but he was glad he was with you in your time of need. He didn’t know what would happen if he had to leave you while you were still not feeling like yourself only a few days after getting you back. 

He tugged you back to him and waited until you met his stare before saying, “When this is over, we’re going away together,” he promised with a small grin. “I found a place in the city I think you’ll like.” 

He didn’t think you’d like it, he knew you would, because he simply knew everything about you, like you knew everything about him. Even though what happened between you had him questioning that for a short while there, he actually believed it only strengthened your bond. 

You smile at him and he all but melts at the sight, wanting to take you in his arms and kiss you in front of everyone in this room, but he couldn’t.

He settled on running his hand along the small of your back as you turned and walked away from him, the smile still painted on your lips as you made your way to the Senator. 

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You huff angrily as you sort through your clothes, pulling gently on the still broken dresser. Anakin hadn’t fixed or replaced it yet, so you had to be careful when opening the drawers unless you wanted them to fall out completely. 

Tossing another article onto the unmade bed behind you, a small groan of frustration leaves your lips as you look inside the drawer from your knelt position. Before you could even begin to rummage around in it, the bedroom door swings open and you look up at Anakin, knowing that he was near as you could feel his lingering presence more than anyone else’s. 

You meet his eyes, a pout on your lips as you huff again. “What’s wrong?” He asked, slightly breathless as if he had dropped any current task he was taking on just so he could return back to your room when he felt your frustration begin to seep into your body. 

You pick up another shirt and once again toss it behind you. “I can’t find it,” you say in annoyance. 

He narrowed his eyes as he took in the clothing covered bed. “Find what?”

“My nightgown,” you answer and tug open another drawer, closing your eyes when it ends up detaching from the actual dresser and falling to the floor due to the force you put on it. Anakin held back a laugh, his mood lifting when he was met with physical proof that you were fine, despite feeling it when you began to feel frustrated. “My blue one. I can’t find it anywhere.”

It was your favorite piece of clothing you owned, simply because it reminded you of Anakin’s eyes, something he was very much aware of. You wanted to find it as it was one of the few things you would be bringing with you to the city as you and Anakin would be secretly moving there within the next few days. 

You give him a desperate look. “Help me look for it? Please? I don’t want to have to get a new one,”

Anakin actually did laugh quietly at your subtle pout before he was reaching his hand out to you. Taking it, you let him pull you up from the floor, not caring about the various articles of clothing that fell from your lap. “I don’t think that will be necessary,” he commented, leading you over to the bed and reaching his free hand inside his pillowcase. Your eyes widened when he pulled out the gown and held it out to you. 

“Anakin,” you murmur, taking it from him and holding it to your chest. “How long has it been in there?”

He gives you a look of embarrassment mixed with agony. “Since the night you left,” he confessed, reluctantly meeting your eye as you stared up at him. “It didn’t help me get any sleep, but it made me feel close to you when I tried to.”

Your eyes burn almost instantly and you drop the nightgown onto the growing pile on the bed. You reach up and wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him down against you, your hand sliding up to tangle in his hair. 

Your heart felt like it had physically cracked at his words, something you were sure he felt, too, and you tried to blink away the tears that stung your eyes. “Anakin,” you spoke quietly, pressing your body close to his when he wrapped his arms around your middle. “I’m so sorry I put you through that.”

He shook his head before resting his chin on your shoulder. “It wasn’t about me,” he said, just as quietly. “I wasn’t there for you when you needed me to be, I wasn’t more understanding of how you were feeling.”

“Anakin,” you shake your head at him and rest it against his chest. “You’re perfect. You always have been. What happened was because of me and my inability to cope with things on my own. I’m working on it, so I won’t do that to you or to us ever again.”

“I want to work on it with you, angel,” he rasped, caressing the sides of your face and making you meet his eyes. “Whatever you may be going through, I want to go through it with you. I don’t want us to ever be apart, we’re better when we’re together.”

You gaze up at him through burning eyes and nod. “I know,” you agreed and leaned into his soft touch. You can’t believe you almost lost him forever. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s alright, my love,” he assured you, pressing a kiss to your forehead while his thumb wiped away the few tears that had managed to slip past your eyes. He met your gaze again as he whispered, “I love you.”

You lean further up and kiss him, your hands sliding down to his shoulders as he backs you towards the bed. When your knees hit the edge of it, he guided you down so you’re laying on top of all the clothes sprawled out on the bed and he’s hovering over you. “I love you,” you promised and captured his lips in another desperate kiss. “I always will, Anakin. My heart is yours.”

Anakin gave you his famous grin before his lips were back on yours and he was pressing your body into the messy bed with his own.

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[geekforhorror]

The reader is a senator and has just arrived on Coruscant, her ship has just landed on the platform and she is anxious to see her beloved Anakin (they are not a couple yet) she expects Anakin to be waiting for her when she gets off but it is not him ... It's Obi-Wan and she tries not to be disappointed.

Obi-Wan sensing her sadness tells her that Padmé asked the council for Anakin to be her bodyguard.

Anakin on the other hand is grumpy, knowing that he missed the chance to see you and be the one to be with you makes him feel frustrated.

Obi-Wan and the senator arrive at the senate building in that there are Anakin and Padmé, she is trying to get Anakin to talk to her, you see this and try to look away, Obi gets their attention you have no choice but to approach, Ani turns to look at you and his heart is racing just like yours but your eyes are bright with tears at the thought that Anakin might love Padmé.

The point is Anakin is not going to lose you, he is going to manage to escape Padmé and go to your apartment to confess his love for you.

I hope you like it

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pairing: aotc!anakin x senator fem!reader

warnings: use of y/n (i’m so sorry for that 🤮), sadness, angst, slight padme slander (still love u bae!), make out session, fluff.

word count: 3.2k

a/n: i honestly think this is my best and favorite fic i’ve EVER written

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You never thought you would make it back.

You had just arrived in Coruscant after being cooped up in your ship for 16 hours straight and you thought you were going to lose it. You had traveled to Alderaan to visit your family despite being in the midst of a war. Your family was excited to see you and told you they were alright. Things were a bit hectic in the city, but what did you expect when there was a war breaking out? At least you were back where you belonged.

You sighed when your ship finally made it onto the landing strip. Before gathering your belongings, you made sure to take a quick stretch because of how demanding the long journey had been on your body. When you finally stood up, you grabbed your luggage that was in the overhead compartment and made sure to thank the pilot. The thing that made you excited the most was seeing your best friend, Anakin, after not seeing him while you were away. Don’t get it wrong, you were glad to be back in the great capital to fulfill your senator duties, but the thought of seeing Anakin filled your heart with even more joy. All you had to do was step out the door before you were reunited with him.

You open the door with a huge smile on your face, but it slowly falters once you see who was waiting for her. It was Obi-Wan. You were obviously glad to see him since he was an old friend of yours, but you felt disappointed at the fact that it wasn’t Anakin. You try to keep your manner a polite one, but the disappointment was still sinking further into your heart.

“Obi-Wan, what are you doing here?” you say playfully in an attempt to conceal your true feelings about the entire situation.

“I had to take Anakin’s place since he’s busy being Senator Amidala’s bodyguard,” he says with a slight smile. You look like a puppy who had just gotten kicked when you heard Anakin wasn’t going to be around. You tried to suppress any and all negative emotions from Obi-Wan, but it must’ve failed when he looked at you with concern.

“I know how you must feel. He’s your friend and I know you must want to see him, but he must put his duties first,” he says honestly.

He was wrong about one thing. He wasn’t just your friend. He was your crush. The two of you had met not that long ago through Padme of all people and you hit it off right away. It was as if you guys had known each other for a lifetime.

“I completely get it, master,” you say to him, understanding where he was coming from.

“Let’s walk shall we?” Obi-Wan asks rhetorically. You give him a nod before making your guys’ way towards the senator building.

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After having a rather fulfilling conversation with Obi-Wan, you guys finally made it to the senator building before walking in. You admire the lovely interior of the building and realized how much you missed seeing it. Even though it sounded crazy, you had grown to love the environment around you. Despite all the challenges the job of a senator possessed, you still loved it nevertheless. As you were reminiscing all the memories that had happened in that very building, something snapped you out of your wandering thoughts instantly. The sight of Padme and Anakin…together. It evoked many emotions and you couldn’t help but feel every single ounce of them. The pain, the sadness, and a slight sliver of fear.

You could see the way Padme talked to Anakin with a cheeky laugh and a smile to go with it. She looked at him with admiration and you could feel your heart sink. It gave you no choice but to look away because of the pain it caused. You knew she liked Anakin and he probably felt the same way about the brown haired senator. I mean, who wouldn’t like her? She was pretty, kind, caring… all of the traits of an amazing girlfriend. Anakin seemed to just walk smoothly by her side with his arms laying beside his hips in a nonchalant manner. Yep, he definitely liked her.

All of a sudden, you hear Obi-Wan start to talk to you and you jerk your head toward him to listen to him better. “Let’s go say hi to them,” he suggests. Before you have time to protest, he walks toward them with a pep in his step. You silently groan knowing you now have to follow him since you and him were in the pairs line of sight. This was going to be dreadful.

You notice how both Padme’s and Anakin’s eyes light up with joy the closer you get to them and you brace yourself for the interaction you were going to have with them. You knew it was going to be nothing short of awkward, especially if you couldn’t contain your mushy-gushy feelings in for Anakin during the conversation.

“Anakin, Padme… I didn’t expect to see you guys here,” you say.

“Anakin was just getting some air with me, isn’t that right?” she asks, directing her question at both you and Anakin.

“Yeah…” Anakin murmurs loud enough for you to hear.

“Well, what are you guys doing here?” she asks the two of you in a chipper voice.

“I just got back from Alderaan and Obi-Wan here decided to meet me outside of my ship,” you say with a fake happy tone in your voice as Obi-Wan smiled. You saw everything except the way Anakin was looking down at the carpeted ground with a sad look in his eyes. He missed you for so long and wanted to be the one to accompany you when you got back. Then he became Padme’s bodyguard and told he was to watch over her at all times instead of being with the one person who mattered in his life— you. He hated this arrangement more than you knew and not because he hated Padme. Not at all. He was Padme’s childhood friend and he enjoyed seeing her when he first entered the order. Yes, he harbored feelings for the senator when he was just a nine year old boy and she was the queen, but things were different now. He remembers it as an innocent type of puppy love where nothing came out of it.

“It’s good to see you guys again,” she says with a smile.

“We can say the same,” Obi-Wan says proudly.

You wanted nothing more than to say something to Anakin, but you couldn’t muster up the courage. It was agonizing knowing that you couldn’t form a sentence to the boy you liked when you knew he didn’t feel the same way about you. You could feel the tears start to strain in your eyes and you fought it with every fiber of your being even when it grew to be tiring. Somehow through the pressure, you felt something fall just below your eyelids and you knew you had failed. Tears were now cascading down your cheeks and you could feel the stinging pain that went along with it. Unknown to you, Anakin saw how stained your cheeks had become from your tears and it absolutely crushed him to see you like this. He had a feeling that you thought he didn’t feel the same way about you and all he wanted to do was tell you otherwise. He wanted to tell you that you were the most pretty, selfless, and caring person he had ever met. Similar to your situation, he had words to say, but just couldn’t get them out of his throat. You knew you had to get out of here as soon as possible if you were crying this soon into the conversation.

“Excuse me senator, I just realized I have somewhere to be. If you don’t mind, I have to excuse myself,” you say to her.

“No worries,” she replies.

“It was nice seeing you guys again. Take care,” you say with a faint smile before walking away from the group, knowing damn well that was the absolute worst and most awkward way to remove yourself from that situation. However, you knew it was for the best because of the toll it would’ve taken if you didn’t do so. You just needed to be alone right now.

“Hmm… that was rather odd,” Obi-Wan says with a confused look on his face.

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It had been hours since you left them and returned to your apartment, which made Anakin puzzled. He was still pondering all the possible reasons you had cried and couldn’t come up with a solid reason. The thing that troubled him the most was seeing you in such a fragile state. He hated how he seemed to be the only one to notice how distraught you were yet did nothing to comfort you. He hated himself for it. He knew he shouldn’t be feeling this way about you since it was forbidden by the code he swore to. Plus, attachments and overwhelming feelings were seen as leading a Jedi over to the dark side. Anakin felt conflicted. The thought of never being able to fully have you suffocated every ounce of his soul. You were the tiny bit of light in his life that hadn’t burned out yet and he didn’t want that to change. Anakin knew he should be worried about other things like protecting Padme at all costs especially since he’s also in the same room as her right now.

Things had never been so boring with her like they were right now. The both of them were currently watching one of her holodramas and he could feel himself fighting the fat urge to fall asleep if it meant he wouldn’t have to watch this shit. To his surprise, Padme didn’t have the same endurance to stay up as late as him which became pretty evident as she was now yawning up a storm. He silently thanked the maker for letting the ball fall into his court in this moment.

“I think I’m going to go to bed now if that’s alright with you, Ani” she yawns.

That fucking nickname. He absolutely hated when she called him that. She had called him that when they first met as kids because it was normal, but he never thought he would hear her use it again. Quite frankly, he didn’t want her to call him that. The only person he would let call him that was you. Only you. And instead of being around you to hear the name fall from your lips, he was stuck with her.

“That’s probably a good idea,” he says, technically not lying. She nods at his comment before walking away, now entering her bedroom. He sighs when he hears the door shut, being happier than ever. The quaint atmosphere around him is deafening and he doesn’t know what to do to kill time while she’s asleep. He thinks of every possible option yet comes up with nothing. Reading? Not his thing. Watching sappy holodramas? Absolutely not.

The only thought that remained in his head as he was slumped over on the couch was you. He was imagining how he would make things right, tell you how he really felt, stuff like that. It was driving him mad. He never wanted anything more… not in this moment. Uninvited thoughts of all of the good times were flooding his mind. The times you guys laughed up a storm until it hurt, telling each other about your guys’ days, comforting the other when it was needed. Those were the highlights in his life despite not knowing you for that long. You were the best thing that happened to him and he couldn’t deny it at all. He knew he would be an absolute fool if he let you get away knowing that you were the one. With that in mind, he knew what he had to do even if it meant going against the orders of the council. He couldn’t be bothered to give a damn when you were restlessly in his thoughts. He had to see you. Right now.

He got up from the couch and quietly walked over to the front door before opening it and making his way to your door. He was feeling uneasy about the entire thing and he didn’t know why. He was truly into you— that much he knew. What he didn’t know was the territory that came with it. His entire life would change forever if he went through with admitting his true feelings for you. He would have to constantly lie to the council, sneak around with you, risk getting caught, and so many more unthinkable things. But through all of these thoughts, one thing became abundantly clear to him. He would do it all for you.

Anakin finally breaks out of his thoughts and timidly knocks on your door, feeling his heart race faster than ever. He was scared.

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You were a mess sitting on the couch. After the interaction you shared earlier, you had become an emotional wreck. Here you were, shamelessly eating ice cream from the tub and watching your favorite holodrama in your comfiest silk pjs in an attempt to distract yourself from the pain. You were having such a great time until you heard a set of knocks against your apartment door. You wondered who could possibly be here right now at the dead of night. You groan before getting up from the comfy couch and make your way towards the door. You open it slowly until you were met with a familiar figure. It was Anakin.

“Anakin, is everything alright? What are you doing here?” you ask him.

“Can I come in?” he asks.

You hesitate for a second, but then remember how he’s always there for you when you need someone to talk to. He made you feel better when you were feeling down whether it was with his witty jokes or his contagious laugh. You knew you owed him.

“Of course,” you say with a faint smile. He steps into your apartment with an awkward stride, which was unusual because he always had a carried himself with confidence.

“Nice place you got here,” he says, now wandering around your apartment. He was deflecting.

“Ani,” you call out.

“Yeah?” he questions.

“I can tell something’s bothering you. Tell me and I’ll listen,” you say.

You can hear his breath hitch at your proposition. That much is clear. Clearly whatever he had to say was slowly eating away at him and it hurt you to see the once confident Padawan now reduced to a turtle hiding in his shell.

“It’s not that easy,” he mutters softly.

“Ani, you know you can talk to me about anything, you know that right?” you reassure.

“But this is different… It’s about you,” he finally admits.

What?… What could that possibly mean?

“About me?” you question.

“It’s complicated,” he says.

Come on Skywalker, just say it already.

“I think I can handle it,” you say with trepidation.

He sighs heavily with glints of sweat forming underneath his robes, nervous but also ready to get this over with.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

You almost look shocked and you can’t help but take a second to process his words. Anakin Skywalker, the chosen one, was in love with you? It sounded crazy just thinking about it. You felt like you were dreaming, but with the desire to never wake up. You felt your heart flutter in your chest but also quiver at the same time. It was so much to take in.

“Y-You’re in love with me?” you stammer like a fool.

“I have ever since I met you,” he admits.

“What about Padme?” you question.

“Padme? Nothing’s going on with me and Padme,” he clarifies.

“I see the way she looks at you, Anakin,” you say with a sad expression planted on your face.

“Is that why you were upset earlier? Because of Padme?” he asks, concerned for your wellbeing.

“It doesn’t matter,” you let out.

“Well it matters to me. I always care about the way you feel,” Anakin says to you.

“Then you should know how I feel right now,” you begin with dread filling your body before taking a rather shallow breath. “Truth is… I’m in love with you too,” you confess.

“You are?” he asks with confusion evident on his pretty face.

“Maker, Ani… Of course I am. I mean, why do you think I was sad about Obi-Wan greeting me instead of you?” you say.

That nickname.

“You’re not the only one,” he admits. “I wanted to see you return more than anything in the galaxy”.

“I did too,” you say softly.

That felt good to get off your chest.

“The only thing I want more than that is you,” Anakin pleads with tears threatening to spill from his gorgeous blue eyes.

It hurt to see him like this… so vulnerable and raw. Because of you.

“Trust me, I do too… It’s just not possible with the council and everything,” you counterclaim.

“I don’t care about the council,” Anakin tells you straight up.

“I can’t let you throw your entire life away for me even if we both want each other. I mean, you would be expelled from the order if they ever found out,” you say in an attempt to bring him back to reality.

It was truly bittersweet. Here you guys were, finally admitting your mutual feelings for one another before it was ruined by the fact that the council would never allow such a thing to occur. For makers sake, couldn’t they let you guys to be happy? The whole attachment rule seemed to be entirely stupid to you guys because it felt like the two of you weren’t allowed to express yourselves through romantic feelings. In short, it fucking sucked.

“They would never find out… I wouldn’t let them,” he claims.

“I don’t know about that, Ani… It’s all too risky,” you say back to him.

“I would risk anything and everything for you,” he says softly.

“Are you sure? I mean, you committed yourself to the Jedi code for life…” you stammer.

All of a sudden, he leans in closer to you as to answer your question before softly kissing you on your lips. You should be pulling away right now… it would be the right thing to do, but your feelings felt more right. Finally overcoming hesitation, you accept the kiss and maker, it was everything you’ve ever wanted in a kiss. You had imagined kissing him multiple times, but the real deal felt better than anything your mind could’ve pictured. It was soft but also full of passion. You felt like you were going to pass away, but if you were going to, at least you were doing something you loved with the boy you loved.

The two of you fall deeper into the much needed kiss which was fueled by all of the built up emotions you guys had held in for what seemed like forever. It was nothing short of bliss. He finally breaks the contact before smiling at you.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” he finally says to you with a fat smile on his face.

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Anakin Skywalker X Padawan Reader

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

Warnings: Kissing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The code-” 

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

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

Mine - Be mine Anakin

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

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

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

He chose you. 

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

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

“Master,” Anakin said in a neutral voice. 

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

His arms wrapped around Anakin tightly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[phoeebsbuffay]

Imagine you are Hayden Christensen's closest friend from college and you help him going through his divorce. Will friendship be enough for either of you? Based on the request made by @calzone-d ...

Warnings: *long post*, drama, explicit smut, fluffy endings.

Recommendations: "Summertime Sadness", "Ride", by Lana Del Rey; “Scared to be Lonely” by Dua Lipa; “Here with me”, by the Killers; “Always” by Gavin James.

***

How it started...

You were 19 years old when you finally got the chance to study cinema at Y/C's university. An old dream you had, to be able to transmit onscreen all your ideas. Your family encouraged you to pursuit the academy of arts in order to become an actress, but you thought yourself too introspective to act.

Well, here you were when you met him. The one who was destined to remain a principal figure in your life over the years. Taking acting classes--well, you did need to study it anyway--you bumped into Hayden Christensen.

"Excuse me", he said to you, a little out of breath.."Is this the acting class with Miss H/N? I fear I am slightly late..."

You remembered finding his blue eyes the handsomest pair of eyes you ever came across with: they were intense, secretive, but friendly too, somewhat emotional. You were instantly captivated.

"Yes, it is. And you are not in the slightest late, young man, but /very/ late indeed. Come in, take your seat, I'll have you updated..."

He gives you a long gaze, relieved for being saved from a bigger trouble—and you can tell he is a freshman like you.

“My name is Y/N”, you side smirk at him.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I am Hayden.”

You both shake hands. Something ignites within, but you think it’s because he has such a good aura…

*

“You are such a great actress!”, he is telling you, so many months later. “Quit with the production, you are better than me in decorating the lines.”

You grimace, which makes him laugh. The sound of his laughter is so comforting, like this call to your home.

“I don’t like this acting thing”, you dismiss his compliments nonchalantly. Today, you are in a cafeteria, celebrating the end of another semester. One more to go and you will be ready to keep up with your lives, though you and Hayden had vowed to each other never to be apart. “I feel more comfortable behind the cameras. By the way, I just had this idea!”

And then you lean to him, ready to shake him by his shoulders. He nearly chokes with his coke—but then laughing as always because your impulsiveness often brings him to laughters.

“For the love of God, woman. Do you want to see me dead before the time?”

You side smirk, silently apologizing with your puppy eyes. Hayden smiles back, before encouraging with what you had to say with only a nod. As you do, he seems to suddenly notice how nice your hair looks this day.

“I just had the greatest idea ever! I could film your audition and send to George Lucas. The Star Wars director is looking for someone of our age to portray young Anakin Skywalker. You know, before he becomes Darth Vader, of course.”

Hayden is taken aback by what you tell him. You can see the mix of sentiments that rises behind his blue eyes: insecurity, suspicious before reasoning to excitement.

“What? Are you for real, Y/N? How come did you hear about it? I mean…”

You tell him how your internship led you to it. This is how the fun begins, how both of you in fact begin your career.

*

You are there in every moment of his life: when Hayden has to conciliate his last semester with the filming of “Episode II: Attack of the Clones”, when he tells you that he and his on-screen romantic pair are having a thing.

He is also present at your graduation, the moment when you begin to transit to adulthood. What about it when you get yourself drunk for the very first time?

He is there too.

“I hate the taste of alcohol”, you grumble, unsure how come you are at his couch. “It aches my stomach, makes me sick.”

Hayden chuckles at how all of a suddenly you turn into these kind of discoveries after spending five years in college doing nothing but well behaving. However, due to such a strong bond you two share, he takes care of you.

“This is the moment where I tell you something you told me once: better to put out than to swallow all in.”

You raise your face, eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Did you just hear yourself?!”

“Wasn’t that what you told me?”

“No!”, you laugh hard at his remark. “Oh my God, H!”

He chuckles after you.

“Well, it did make you laugh, didn’t it?”

***

• The subtle changes…

You are single again. Your ex dumped you. Coincidently, Hayden is single as well. He’s also been going through a difficult phase in his life after all the critics coming from the fans of “Star Wars”. “Episode III” of the franchise didn’t go that well and even though it’s been a year since it’s release, he’s still affected by it.

“We’ve been through so much together”, Hayden tells you one day. “We should definitely do something new for a change.”

“I agree”, you sigh. Currently unemployed, you haven’t been yourself lately either. “Any thoughts?”

“A good journey would do us well. Let us go to Scotland”, so he says, excited. “Come on, Y/N. I’ll let you drive!”

You chuckle at his old tendency to be so reckless. And you do so because you can’t refuse him anything. A bad omen you clearly ignore, of course.

“Very well. When should we do this trip?”

But why’d you bother to ask when you know the answer? Hayden smiles warmly at him.

Oh that damn smile…

“Tomorrow. I’ve already bought the tickets and booked the hotel.”

You scoff at him, offended.

“What? Why? Are you taking me for granted, Christensen? For the love of God…”

Just like that he lifts you up and throws you over his shoulder, smiling as you scream out of surprise. As he puts you down, Hayden messes with your hair, delighted when seeing he’s the reason of your amusement.

And he realizes this is a nice view to contemplate: the sight of your smile, the sound of your laughters, the joy that sparks in your eyes… Seeing you like this makes him genuinely smile in his turn and forget about his bad phase.

But he doesn’t realize that this may mean something else. Or perhaps he doesn’t want to. It’s been years now since you and him became the closest of the friends, so what if all of this is just the result of genuine admiration from one friend to the other?

Regardless, he’s going to take you with him to Scotland. And so you go with him… It is wild to consider how you are usually all straight, not doing nothing that goes out the line all the whilst Hayden is more prompted to take chances and live the present quite intently.

On that fact you blame him being very aries all the whilst you, as taurus lady, prefer to know where you are going. However, he makes life so interesting that even you, as already observed, cannot deny him anything.

So here you are now at Edinburgh.

“I love everything that is medieval”, you tell him excitedly with a spark in your eyes that makes Hayden smile. He does like when you speak passionately about the things you are interested. “I cannot believe I took so long to come here!”

“Yeah, me neither!”

It is a good time to be alive, both of you agree. The landscape is seductive, peaceful, traits much sought after such a bad period you both went through. People too are kind, albeit reserved, but very pleasant.

Those days are being built in your memory as something great to be remembered, but perhaps there is just more that neither seem too attentive…

“Lady, one bedroom with two beds”, asks Hayden, when you got to London eventually because he, of course, is a man who plans very little—much to your distress, the woman who likes everything settled.

But this is not any hotel, but a fanciful one. The said lady looks at him pitifully.

“Mr Christensen, my apologies, but there is only a suite with one bed.”

You two blush, but Hayden somehow doesn’t mind it. This is when you realize you not only don’t mind it but you also want it…badly. Perhaps that’s why you sabotage it.

“You know what? Let’s make it for another day. Come now, Hayden. Thank you”, you blurt out, pushing him outside.

“What the hell was that?”, he frowns at you. “Y/N, what’s wrong with sharing a bed? Do you honestly think anything would happen or what?”

He doesn’t realize his words hurt you, but in truth there is more than his subtle frustration at your refusal allows him to admit. There is an unspoken rising desire between you.

And of course you have to ruin everything.

“I just… please don’t be upset! It’s because I cannot afford it and…” and you tell him the other reason for it, which appeases his anger and is more palpable than you’d care to admit: you are expecting an interview.

Hayden softens, naturally, but you know he’s changed. You hate it because you know why. There are so many things that suddenly rise in your throat but they die choked.

Somehow Hayden knows it too. But he chickens away. He hugs you instead, not willing to lose his best friend.

“I’m sorry for being such an impulsive jackass. But we did have a great time, didn’t we?”

Oh but if only you knew what waits for you back to US…

***

• The marriage

Here you are, dressed in yellow, standing as a maid in honor for the bride and groom. Your heart breaks because you realize a little too late that you are in love with your best friend.

Worse is: had you accepted to share one bed with Hayden in London, everything would be different. Yeah, you may not have gotten that job as a producer of that movie, but Hayden wouldn’t meet Rachel Bilson.

Nonetheless, here you are. Celebrating their vows, wondering if you could be there for a moment, what would be like if you were her.

“Hey, Y/Nickname!”, Hayden exclaims after the ceremony is over. He is wearing his gorgeous smile and dressed in fanciful robes, which all highlights his handsomeness. But you have learned to bury everything deep inside your heart. A secret that you’d take to your grave.

“I can’t believe you are married, Hay!”, you giggle when you greet him with a tight embrace. “I’m so happy for you! Oh my God, look how grown up you are!”

He laughs quietly.

“I know right? Who’d ever thought? The idea of marriage was hardly ever entertained for me”, so he says.

“Oh right! As I told Rachel once, I do have recollections of your drunkenness state and all that came between”, you laugh too, remembering the first time he had a hangover.

“What a time to be alive”, says Hayden in his typical good mood.

As you speak, you do seem to come to terms that if he is happy, so are you. You are at peace with it at long last. Hayden, on his turn, for a time seems to have suspected that you harbored feelings for him. But he always ignored it for the sake of your friendship. Now seeing how genuinely happy you are for him, certainly he believes it was all a thing of his head.

But why does he have a bittersweet taste of it?

“Could you introduce me to that man over there?” You nudge his sides, pointing to a handsome man that is not very far from Rachel herself.

Hayden raises an eyebrow.

“Really, now, Y/N?”

“You don’t expect me to be a nun, do you?”

He chuckles.

“Well I don’t want to see you get hurt, is all…”

Quite unwillingly, though, he leads the way. And maybe the night will not end that bad for you, after all.

***

•The divorce and the consequences…

In fact, looking back now it was really a great job pushing Hayden to introduce the guy to you because he ended up becoming your boyfriend.

This new relationship of yours, however, changed the dynamics of your friendship with Hayden for some time—but maybe it was all because he was living a different life now, becoming a father in the process.

A few years rolled upon, though, when everything started to fall apart—for you and Hayden. You found out that your new relationship was damaged because you and your boyfriend were scared to be lonely. A crisis developed to fights, to exchange of words that only broke hearts.

In the meantime, Hayden realized how long he missed his best friend. His own marriage started to fall apart, but the more it broke down, the more he needed you again.

Was it a selfish wish to have you by his side? Such questionings never reached you out due to his pride, that masked his hurt. Perhaps he was only scared to be lonely too. He could deal with it himself.

Nonetheless, destiny—the same destiny that pushed one from the other—is about to bring you two together again. One call and your night would be different.

You are single now, ready to go out that night with your girlfriends when suddenly a phone call startles you. It’s Hayden. Your heart races: he hasn’t been the one to call, and hasn’t done so for a long while.

“Hey, H. How are you? Haven’t heard of you for some time. Is everything ok?”, you ask, concerned.

There is a pause that accelerates your heart. You know he is not well. Before he answers, you immediately add:

“I’ll be in your home in a few minutes.”

“I’ll give you the new address. I’m not living with Rachel anymore: we got divorced.”

You are stunned upon those words. Now your silence leaves Hayden uncomfortable. He breaks it by saying:

“Y/Nickname? Are you there?”

“Yes, honey, I am. I’m so sorry, Hay. Please stay there… I’ll be on my way.”

He chuckles.

“Where else would I go to?”

In a matter of minutes, after requesting an Uber, you, dressed the way you are, arrive to his new home. Hayden side smirks when seeing you, though how he eyes you up and down makes you blush lightly.

“Wow, Y/N. Looking hot, aren’t you?”, he laughs when seeing the pink painting your cheeks, hugging you tight when receiving you. “Please tell me I didn’t ruin your night.”

You slap his shoulder playfully, eyes rolling at his drama.

“Don’t say bullshit to me, Christensen. I just wish I knew it properly before. I hope you don’t mind me looking like this.”

“You have always been a distraction to my eyes”, he teases you, pleased to see nothing has really changed between the two of you. “We need some wine, it’s not really a warming night, I suppose.”

As you look into his new apartment, he promptly gets the best wine to serve you. Without your knowledge, Hayden’s eyes follow your moves: noticing your y/c hair is now on your shoulders, how vivid your eyes are, remaining as observing and curious as before.

He cannot help admiring you physically too: though this is a cold night and you are dressed accordingly, when you drop your black coat on his coach, he sees your warming blouse shows some skin.

Indeed, Y/N, looking as hot and beautiful as always. Such is his thought.

He never really told you but Rachel was jealous of you. According to her, she could see you harbored feelings for him and part of her feared Hayden would correspond. Nonsense, he’d tell her.

But now, was she really so wrong? Yet, another and more important question he asks himself is: how could have he let go of you? Not only about matters of sentimentalism, but you’ve been an important piece of his life.

Seeing you back hurts his heart because he now sees the stupidity in letting go of you. He wishes he could have asked you to wait for him, to never let go of you. But this is such a state of complex selfishness that he quiets his internal riot and puts a smile on his lips when bringing the two of you the best wine he has, aware you prefer the sweet ones.

“I was admiring your new apartment”, you tell him, smiling in thanks as he passes you a full glass. “Whoa, looks like we are having a full drinking night, aren’t we? Christensen, I am not that young anymore. Not sure I am prepared to have a full hangover again.”

Hayden cracks loud and the sound of his laughters makes your heart skip a beat. Nothing feels different, you think, pleased.

“I’m bringing us something to eat, silly head. Besides I’ve always taken care of you, right?”

“That is true”, you agree. “But what are we having to eat today?”

“Always hungry, eh?”, he teases you.

You shrug playfully before saying:

“What can I do? I am a Taurus, you know it!”

He rolls his eyes, laughing loud again at your remarks—and that sound has always made your heart race, hasn’t it?

“Not with that astrology nonsense again!”

You slap his arm playfully before joining him in chuckles.

“Always with that astrology nonsense, silly.”

It is not until pizza is brought to you that the serious conversation is finally there.

“So what happened, Hayden?”, you ask him softly.

He sighs heavily, avoiding your gaze. He is silent, but you are patient, giving some time, for which he appreciates it.

“How often do we fall for the idea our minds make of the person?”, says he, sounding frustrated. “Not rarely we come to romantic ideas of marriage that break before the crude reality, you know? It’s not just about being different, Y/N, it’s… the commitment, I suppose, in making everything right. Turns out we had very different ideas of making it right.”

“I’m sorry, Hay. I really am”, you speak gently, taking his hand to yours, realizing how broken he is makes your heart sensitive to his pain.

He appreciates it, but when feeling your skin against him, Hayden is remembered the days before he met Rachel. The way he made you smile, the jokes that brought him to laughters. How easily it was to be around you, how you softened him. He, who was never a sentimental man, hugged you more times than he realized.

But Hayden sweeps away such memories.

“I am too. But I am fine now”, he shrugs. “I mean, not entirely recovered, but better than being broken.”

“Take your time, it’s the best you can do. How long has it been going on?”

Hayden hesitates but says:

“Six months.”

Your eyes go wide and your voice comes louder than expected:

“YOU HAVE GONE THROUGH A DIVORCE SIX MONTHS AGO?”

At least he has the decency to blush.

“Hayden! How could you keep me in secret for such a long time?!”

You’d remove his hand but Hayden doesn’t let you to. Pulling you to his side, he says, almost in a tone of desperation:

“I thought I could handle this by myself”, he explains. “I really didn’t want to bother you…”

Perhaps it’s the wine, but your tongue runs loose with words that have long been choked in your throat.

“And what am I to you? A second option, a plan B that didn’t work out? You’ve kicked me out of your life, Hayden. You’ve never called me to ask me if I was doing ok!”

He gives you a painful look that makes you regret instantly of what you said. You’d think he let go of you and a fight would come—this happened once when both of you were drunk, though by then you were both silly and immature.

“I’ve got a war in my mind for a long while”, he exclaims, holding your wrist and he pulls you even closer to him. “I was fucking stupid, I screwed it, I know. But never would I kick you out of my heart, Y/N! And I… I’m sorry I was fucking blinded by my pain. But only because I feared to hurt you.”

You await for his burst to end, very familiar with his intensity—but when his blue eyes search for yours, your soul is denuded.

Oh fuck.

“I stepped away because he was a douchebag”, he proceeds. “You deserved better than such a man, Y/N. I’ve heard of his doings but I couldn’t reach you out when… when I was in the mid of a crisis myself.”

“You’ve always been too shut in yourself to let others in”, you sigh. “But what relation is there with the fact I was in a relationship?”

“You deserved better”, he says with greeted teeth, holding your face with his hands, both of you barely noticing how your bodies have been dancing dangerously close to each other. “You are still slow after all this time?”

You are shocked, perplexed by his words. You freeze. Hayden smiles slowly at your reaction.

“I feel it everywhere, nothing scares me anymore. I won’t let you go. Now now, not ever. Fuck, I married the wrong person. Heaven has always been my favourite place on Earth when I was with you.”

“You have always been the best”, you mumble incoherently.

Just like that your lips clash against his. In between fervent kisses, where he pulls you to his lap, no reason is admitted. Not anymore.

“I’ve missed you, Y/Nickname”, he groans against your lips. “Like the sun misses the moon.”

“Always the romantic”, you chew his bottom lip as your hands run over his hair, pulling it gently. “Don’t want your memories anymore. Fuck, Christensen, you took so long.”

“This is not a game, I swear”, he breaks the kiss to pursuit your skin, his tongue already on your neck as his hands hold your hips, making you feel his rigid pants.

“Oh Lord. My worst sin is to never be able to refuse you anything”, you hate how wine makes you speak your mind.

Raising his head to watch you intently, he messes with your hair before holding your chin, drawing you closer to him.

Oh that intensity that involves one to the other!

“Then make me a sinner too for giving you all that you deserve.”

You crawl over him, you know you do, when your tongue pursuits his, one pairs the other rhythmically, perfectly. And then he lies you there on the couch, hands already working to remove your pants.

His eyes are set on yours like that of a hunter about to capture his prey. He knows you are on fire and that he is the gasoline. You lean partly to remove his shirt, hands all over him. You gasp when feeling his muscles under your touch and you want more, but…

“Patience, Y/Nickname”, his voice is husky and domineering when laying you down again.

“Yes, Master”, you giggle softly, in such a state that makes you both smile to the other.

And just like that his hands find way to your thighs, gently parting before inserting one right there in your feminine parts, not really taking away your panties for such.

“Oh, God!” You moan sensually, enjoying his eyes on you as he works wonderfully on you. “This is better than I thought!”

“Is it?”, he groans softly in your ear. “How long have you been thinking about it, dear one?”

“For a long while! God knows how much…”, another moan breaks you, earning him a smirk. “Hayden…”

“Yeah?”

“I fucked him thinking about you”, you admit.

His eyes dart, his body shakes lightly with desire. Slowly moving on top of you, his moves increase intently, watching you with desire.

“Damned be you for never speaking your thoughts to me”, he lifts your blouse gently but you help him removing it. As he starts to kiss your neck down to your chest, your legs begin to get heavy at his tenderness. “You should have spoken it to me…”

“Never had I the courage to do so”, you moan, enjoying having his hand over your neck lightly as he bites down your bra, slowly removing it with his mouth.

“For you should. It would have spared us some time. I fucked her thinking of you too”, he admits it drunkly before burying his lips to your nipple, much to your delight.

Hayden ruins you and it’s better than you could have thought. You want him to yourself, to make him unspeakable things but it’s difficult to do or say anything when his lips are so occupied with each nipple, twirling his tongue around it, sucking and biting it.

The sounds in his living room go louder each time. You are brought to heaven, and only then you take control of yourself again.

“Hayden…”, you barely speak when he finishes with you.

You both are a puddle of mess when you, nude, sit over his lap. You share a drunk look, one filled with the darkest desires for so long muffled, now brought to light.

“Yes, babe?” He kisses your shoulders, groaning as you rub yourself against his hardness. “Will you forgive me for such a behavior?”

His words are barely heard when his head is thrown back because your skillful hands find way to his pants and remove it so soon.

You glance at his manhood, impressed by how it is when it’s this hard under your touch.

“You don’t deserve forgiveness”, you giggle softly as you start rubbing it, enjoying to feel the drip of it. “You should be punished.”

He holds back a gasp at your words. Now eyeing you, interested in your upcoming moves. And when you slide to your knees…

“Babe…”

“Yeah?”

One glance. Unspoken words fill the air. And you take with his mouth at long last, not stopping until you have it all down your throat.

“For God’s sake!”, he gasps. “I can’t wait any longer to have you with me!”

All gentleness is left aside when he helps you settle on his lips and he slides inside you. To feel him throbbing like this, going so hard in you makes you arch your back.

“This feels so good!”

His hands move down your back as his lips pursuit your skin, licking and taking every bit of you—though he does know how much you enjoy when he takes his time around your nipples, which he does graciously.

But it’s not until his eyes meet yours, sealing your lips as much as you seal your bodies together, that all is at long last truly consumed….

***

• Nowadays

In a sober state, everything is better appreciated. Hayden watches as you gleefully prepare breakfast. There is nothing but genuinely love in his eyes.

What had started as an explosion of sentiments for so long kept in secret has now flown to what should have always been: a genuine relationship. From friends to lovers. From lovers to something better.

He smiles, not now missing the lateness of his realization that you have always been the love of his life. He stands and moves to behind you, holding you close and smelling your scent as you prepare him some eggs.

“What? I’ve been sensing your eyes over me”, you giggle like a little girl. “Don’t get me weak again, Christensen. This is so not you.”

He turns you at him and holds your face between his hands.

“I love you, Y/Nickname.”

Hayden smiles wide when seeing a blush painting your cheeks. And he beams when you tell him the same.

“I love you too, H. Though I fear I love you more.”

“That is not true”, he protests in between laughters.

But before you fall into that old cliche you and him enjoy in secret intimacy, breakfast is ready. As you two enjoy that morning moment, it doesn’t strike as how many years have passed before you two achieved it at long last.

“I have news to tell”, says Hayden with a bright smile on his lips.

You rest your chin over your hands and say:

“Well? Tell me at once.”

He appreciates all the love that comes from you. The way you look at him, how genuinely you listen and help him in every moment, how kind you always are, how sincere you speak your heart out. So many virtues and even your flaws he appreciates.

There is so much love between the lines and out of them too.

“I was asked to play Anakin Skywalker again.”

And how fantastic you are as his soon to be wife when you jump in his arms excited with his news.

“That is awesome, my darling! I’m so happy for you!”

“A better start than I could have thought”, he admits, pulling you to sit on his lap.

“You deserve it all”, you brush your lips against his. “I love you, my heart.”

“I love you, my soul”, he whispers back.

And this is the ending you deserve.

***

•Epilogue…

When you show up dressed in red—from your full lips to your body—Hayden feels something rise in his chest.

“My God, you look gorgeous, Y/N…”, so he says mischievously when you show up after leaving him waiting for 30 minutes. “It was worth the time…”

You giggle, blushing lightly after all this time. Your hair is loose wavily, put on side as you wear the necklace and earrings Hayden gifted you in your birthday.

“Don’t be silly. Have they arrived yet?”

The occasion is to celebrate Hayden and Ewan’s series “Kenobi”. Hayden’s aforementioned friend said he was going to pick them up in a limo so they’d go all together.

“They are about to… which leaves us a few minutes”, he places right behind you, holding your waist tightly.

“Hayden… It took me some time to get properly dressed. Besides, I…” you get lost at your words when he starts kissing your neck and his hands move up and down your back.

“What are you trying to say?”

Hayden smirks, enjoying the effect he has over you. It’s been some good years since you got together, but even now he manages to get you speechless.

“I…”

Your mind goes blank when he turns you to the mirror and see the naughty look that rests in those blue eyes. His hands move to your breasts, playing with your nipples before slowly exposing them.

“Hayden… they are….” You moan softly, struggling to keep your composure.

He turns you now against the wall of your bathroom, mouth dropping to your full chest all the whilst his hands move to your thighs.

“Hmm”, he sings softly, humming against your skin. “Hot as hell, wife.”

You try not to fall from your heels.

“Hayden!” You cry out when his fingers find all the way to you.

“You get your man on knees every single time. Getting me overzealous, uh?”, he smirks when going to his knees. “All wet for me, honey? Let me taste you thus…”

You are almost ruined as he does so, his tongue in you the way you want him to. You forget yourself, forget the reason why this expensive gown you bought three months ago was quite difficult to dress—precisely why you’d want to tell him by the end of the night.

You forget your state, you forget you should be checking time before your friends arrive. There is nothing to remember as he fucks you with his tongue deliciously until you are about to come undone…

Just like that he lifts your thighs and before you complain, he slides his manhood within, fucking you slowly and pleasantly.

“Oh God!” You scream but he has to quiet your sounds, especially because… the bell is rang.

“That was quick”, he manages to say breathlessly as he rushes to keep himself recomposed.

You giggle, suddenly shy as you do the same.

“Indeed…”

Hayden finds you adorable and peppers kisses around your face.

“They can wait a little. I thought you wanted to say something… you know, before…”

You two share a giggle and he smiles when you bury your face in his shoulder.

“I… I am pregnant, H.”

He hugs you closer. What a night, what a life with you is. Hayden Christensen could not have been any happier…

#star wars #star wars imagine #imagine star wars #Hayden Christensen #Anakin Skywalker #darth vader #Hayden Christensen smut #hayden christensen x y/n #Hayden Christensen x female reader

[david-talks-sw]

"Does it make sense?"

I think, ultimately, the thing that it comes down to for why I just can't see "the Jedi are intentionally written as dogmatic/dispassionate" or "Obi-Wan failed Anakin" or "the Jedi brought their own downfall" reads as valid anymore is because... it makes no sense that George Lucas - of all people - would write that.

Like, this is the guy who preaches the same lessons and philosophies that the Jedi do in the Prequels, every chance he gets (sometimes going all the way back to American Graffiti).

So ask yourself:

Does it make sense that he would intentionally make the characters to whom he gave his own values "dogmatic"?

He's a self-proclaimed "methodist-Buddhist". The Jedi are based on Buddhist monks.

Does it make sense that the buddhist would write a story about space-buddhists being "emotionless", "devoid of compassion" and "at fault for their own genocide"?

Lucas had an apprenticeship, that turned into a friendly/brotherly bond with his mentor Francis Ford Coppola. Their personalities were completely opposite (Coppola was more outgoing, George was more prudent) but they worked in sync, they completed each other.

Do you really think that this guy's intended narrative would be that "Qui-Gon would've been better-suited for Anakin as a teacher than Obi-Wan because the latter was prudent/strict and too different from the more passionate Anakin"?

George lays Anakin's downfall on Anakin's shoulders almost every time he talks about it. It's a corruption that was caused from within, he would be able to love without getting attached if he had joined the Jedi at an earlier age, but he didn't so his attachment and greed results in his turn to the Dark Side.

So does it make sense that Lucas' narrative would be that "the Jedi (aka EXTERNAL forces) pushed, denied and failed Anakin that they caused him to turn" instead of "it was Anakin's own fault because he wasn't able to let go"?

He has said multiple times that, aside from Anakin's downfall, the Prequels center on the Republic's downfall, never mentioned the Jedi once when describing what the Prequels are about.

If the Prequels were actually about "the fall of the Jedi and how they lost their way", wouldn't he have brought it up once? And would he really have focused so much on the Senate and politics rather than adding more development to characters like Mace and Yoda?

I think the answer to all of these is "no".

Here's one more: Lucas stated so many times that this was a fairy tale, that all six Star Wars movies are meant for kids. The situation of the Prequels is more complex than the one in the Original Trilogy, but before, during and after the Prequels Lucas confirmed that the Star Wars morality is binary, it is black and white, good vs bad.

Would he really intentionally make the Prequels this subversive story wherein "actually, if you stop and think about it, the good guys are really the bad guys"?

Or is it just that:

We live in a time where movie audiences expect the "good guy" to be individualistic, flawed and non-conformist, and the Jedi are a community of nigh-incorruptible champions of good who've already completed their character arcs.

So the adults (aka not the target audience) who watched the Prequels at the time were turned off by these characters who they perceived as "holier than thou", having been conditioned by the times they lived in to think that there are skeletons in "Mr. Perfect's" closet.

Thus, they retconned the films (via comics, books, games and episodes) so that they could enjoy the Prequels more, and did so by:

injecting more realistic "gray morality" themes into the films and

projecting an oppressive "boys don't cry" philosophy onto the Jedi.

For lack of a better metaphor, "they put a skeleton in Mr. Perfect's closet so that they could finally find his existence bearable, and keep bringing up that skeleton to this day."

#jedi order #george lucas #star wars #long post #meta #in defense of the jedi #pro jedi #Youtube #trying something different #instead of posting quote collections I'm posting video compilations #hopefully it'll work #lucas quotes

[gffa]

Padme is a character that’s difficult to talk about narrative intentions with, because she’s so underwritten in so many ways and written to serve Anakin’s narrative arc (she’s not alone in this, I would say it’s fair to point out that Obi-Wan gets this as well) that she’s there to be the person Anakin is filling himself up with after the loss of his mother.  She’s there to be the person he can’t let go of, the person he becomes attached to, because her presence soothes him. As much as I might disagree with it, I do think the narrative intention is that Anakin is still a good person at this point (or at least capable of being a good person), that Padme is there to show him compassion and help him step back away from the dark side.  These were his first steps into the dark side, he wants to become more powerful than any other Jedi to stop death from happening, and Padme is there to show that he is still capable of letting those things go, even if we know he ultimately won’t. For Padme, the way he lashes out shows a vulnerability that pulls on her heartstrings, like when he tries to provoke her by saying he killed the women and children as well, he’s crying at the same time, we the audience can see it as a red flag, but Padme’s heart is twisting itself around for him. There’s theorizing that goes around every so often of the, “Padme Amidala is a freak, okay, she wanted to dive face first into the hot mess that was Anakin Skywalker” type and I see a lot of truth in that, I think part of her absolutely thrilled at all that hot mess being beamed in her direction, that she loved the whirlwind romance of it, that she cherishes her duty to her people that she swore to help, but that she can’t help being swept up by the romantic idealism of Anakin, who blows right past all common sense and leads with his hurricane of emotions. This meta about Padme being super into the sweeping epic romance of it all is another part of her character:

This scene ends with her giving in, with her leaning into the kiss, because she’s so moved by him setting his lightsaber in her hand, telling her that this is his life. Or there’s this banger meta by @gil-estel about how Padme is drawn to Anakin because, to her mind, wants Padme for her.  That he doesn’t want anything of her politics or her role as a former queen or senator, that he’s her chance to have this relationship that’s just hers.  I can see a lot of that in her character, too! Or this other banger meta by @antianakin that’s about her connecting with Anakin’s anger, that it’s when she sees all that anger in him that her last barriers against him are destroyed, because she felt that.  That, when she tells him, “To be angry is to be human.” is because she’s familiar with that kind of anger. And I think I can really see that. Even when that rage turns on her later in TCW and she no longer feels safe around him, she does go back to him, she does reject the idea that Anakin would kill Jedi younglings (crossing the line of what’s understandable, even if it’s wrong), she's even willing to overlook it once she can't deny it, and say she still wants to run away with him. It's not until he refuses to meet her even a little bit in the middle that she finally realizes who he's become, the destination all that rage was heading towards. It's something I can sympathize with for her, so many of us feel so much rage at the horrific things that happen in the world, it's not hard for me to imagine Padme falling for someone who grabs hold of that rage, that kind of rage she feels but has to keep setting aside because her duty demands it of her, because she knows that she wouldn't actually accomplish what she wants with that rage, and put it together with the Padme we see. Look at Padme in The Phantom Menace.

It’s not hard to read helpless anger in her character, at being unable to help while her people are dying.  It’s not hard to read into her that some part of her would wish she could just take a blaster and shoot all the Trade Federation members dead for what they’re doing to her planet. They’re her people, she loves them and wants to protect them, of course she’s angry at what’s happened to them. Or when Onoconda Farr is murdered, Padme immediately leaps into investigating it because she doesn't like or trust the police, Tan Divo doesn't take her as seriously as she wants, she takes all that anger she has inside her and does something about it. She investigates who might want him dead, she grabs a gun and goes to the docks, despite that she's a senator, not a police officer.

She is so angry about what happened to her friend that she doesn't care about the rule of law, she doesn't care that she could be jeopardizing the case, she doesn't care that she's stomping over people's rights--her friend was murdered and she's furious about it. Uncle Ono was her dear friend, she loved him, of course she’s so angry at what happened to him. It's not an anger that always rears its head, Padme has more self-control than that, but sometimes it explodes out of her, and I think that's part of what attracts her to Anakin, he's someone who has all the same anger that she does, he doesn't care about rules when he's furious about something, and even if that means stepping on some people or hurting people or killing people along the way, she understands that kind of feeling. This is the person who comforts Anakin on Tatooine with the words, “To be angry is to be human.”

Someone who has compassion in her heart, but also intimately knows what it’s like to have that same anger that Anakin has. Padme doesn’t have to be consigned to just one reason for showing Anakin compassion on Tatooine.  It can be a multitude of things, that she’s underwritten and just there to further Anakin’s story, that she’s a kind-hearted person who sees the good and the pain in Anakin, that she doesn’t consider the Tuskens to be human-equivalent, that she’s falling for him because she’s a freak who’s into this hot mess, that she’s attracted to the epic romance of it all, that she viscerally understands what it’s like to be that fucking angry, that you want to murder someone for the people they killed. I like a combination of all of the above, because even if I can’t speak to what Lucas intended with her--if he even intended anything with her--I love Padme’s character and all the complex things that are going on with her.

#anakin skywalker #padme amidala #anidala #meta #long post

[princessbrunette]

line cook anon back again, thinking about how jealous he’d get if another cook or a customer flirted too hard w you… & he’d always walk you to your car when you get off, so casually protective if that makes sense… ugh dude not to mention him bending his girl over a table fucking her after they both had stressful shifts what!!!!!

omg

i think the first time another cook flirted with you, he’d let it slide with just a long stare directed at him, shifting his eyes between the two of you to make sure you weren’t feeling him. he understands, you know? you’re beautiful — and he doesn’t own you, even if he wants to, he feels like acting out jealously will ruin his chances.

the one time he’s ever a little mean to you is when he’s wondering why you haven’t been in the kitchen for agessss to see him, knowing you have orders being prepared. he pushes open the kitchen door to the restaurant and sees you there, giggling and chatting with a customer. the guy was good looking, and it was a jab in anakins stomach to see. suddenly, you’re hearing his voice and turning around, startled. “hey, you got like three orders backed up in there, you wanna do your job today or do you wanna keep slacking off?” he regrets talking to you like that as soon as he says it.

he watches your face drop, embarrassed, shifting your gaze away from the customer. you open your mouth to explain yourself, but decide not to, following anakin back into the kitchen with no more than a mumbled apology to the customer and your tail between your legs. you’re sensitive, of course you are, sweet girl like you, so his heart clenches when he turns around and you look a bit tearful, not used to having him talk to you like that.

“sorry, kid. it’s just busy in here. didn’t mean to get like that on you.” he talks a bit softer, plating up the meal and you shake your head quickly, straightening your back.

“n-no it’s fine. you’re right i was being unprofessional. i don’t know what i was thinking.”

“guess i was a little jealous too.” he turns his whole body to you, pressing the warm plate into your hand. you grip it, staring up at him wordlessly and he nods his head toward the door. “go on.” he offers a small smile and you remember what you’re doing, shuffling out to the deliver the food, his words ringing around your head.

when the two of you finally get together, i think linecook!ani is the definition of giving princess treatment. he thinks you’re too good for this place, always has, so he’ll be damned if he’s fucking you on some dirty table all cramped up and uncomfortable, only ever going as far as to rile you up at work so that you’re extra ready for him at the end of your shifts. after a long stressful day, your shared boss having berated the both of you, customers giving you hell, even coworkers being incompetent, he’s all but guiding your slumped body to the car at the end of the day and driving you back to his.

he undresses you, brings you into the shower, washes you, makes you cum on his fingers a few times until you can’t stand up anymore, gripping onto his wet body and crying as he cooes “i know baby, i know. today was too tough on my girl huh? you can relax now sweetheart this is all me, yeah?” dries you off, carries your warm damp body to bed, massages your hips whilst he slowly fucks your glossy, needy hole. soooo much praise. true princess treatment. talks you through it. “such a good girl today, my little waitress. so proud of you baby, the best at her job and the best at taking my dick. you like that don’t you? can feel you squeezing pretty girl, gonna make me cum. you want it? hm?” keeps his voice so low and gentle the whole time. god, linecook!anakin.

#anon #linecook!anakin #modern!anakin #modern!anakin prompt #anakin skywalker au

[bruhaalla]

| forgive me ?

| anakin x reader angst with a little of bit of fluff at the end

| summery: You found out anakin has been texting other females and when you questioned him about it he got angry in results of him slapping you and you leaving (a very short little blurb)

But i thought you loved me ?” I say my face burning in pain from the slap

“I could never love a women such as you so clingy and mentally attached- so needy”

he spat i looked up at him with such confusion and hurt he looked at me with such disgust, i turn my head to the side no longer able to bear looking at him. i start heading towards the front door

“if you leave you can never come back “ he spat, anger laced in his words

“ I would never come back anyways” I say using his own words against him

“So we will see you can never stay away we both know that” he laughs

And he’s right we both know it, and that's what hurts even more. I just attract to him like two molecules floating around in the universe. Never able to leave each others side.

Two weeks passed

I lay on my friends Sara’s couch legs stretched looking up at the ceiling trying to clear my mind but no matter how hard I keep trying it always goes back to anakin

Sara calls out my name “yeah Sara is everything okay “ I say “I think” she says her voice sounds concerned I get up off the couch and walk to where she is and there I see it

His plump lips his glossy eyes that gorgeous curly brown hair it’s anakin my heart stops

“I’ll leave you guys to be” Sarah says walking away

“What are you doing here” I say coldly not wanting him to know what his presence is doing to me I feel upset but happy all at once

“Sweet heart please come home to me” he says sadness laced in his voice

I now scan over his face he looks Executed his eyes are droopy he has dark circles all under is eyes his lips looks chapped and dry I now realize how greasy and dirty his hair is he looks like he hasn’t bathed in weeks and he has a little stubble i stifle a laugh not realizing he’s still talking

“Are you laughing at me he asked” now a litte upset

“Huh” I asked now realizing he was still talking

“So me trying to express how sorry I am is funny he says now glaring” he starts to walk away from the door

“Anakin wait I’m sorry I wasn’t laughing at you”

“So tell me you want me sweetheart tell me you still love me and we can fix this” he has a pleading look in his eyes

“Anakin”I sigh “ what is there to fix you told you don’t love me” I say trying to hold back a cry

“ baby I didn’t mean those words you know I didn’t it was just the heat of the moment” he says he moves to fingers to my chin to pull my face to look at him

“Tell me right here right now you don’t love me anymore and I’ll walk away I’ll never bother you again but I need to hear it from you”

“Anakin I-I love you” I say regretting it as soon as it came out

“Do you really sweetheart? Because if you give me one more chance I’ll never mess up again”

He slowly moves his hand to the part of my face he remembers slapping I flinch slightly remembering last time

His fingers brush against my cheek softly “so sorry baby promise to never hurt you again” he says softly “do you forgive me”

“Yes anakin I forgive you” “ can I kiss you” he ask I push my lips against his I can feel how dry and chapped his lips are but I melt into him softly I run my fingers through his hair he lets out a soft whimper

“Mhm” I hear behind us and turn and see Sara we pull away blushing “ sorry to break up this lovely moment but I have to go to work” she giggles

“ I have to take this lovely lady home anyway” Anakin says kissing my head

#anakin skywalker #anakin x reader #anakin x you #star wars anakin #anakin fanfiction #anakin imagine #i love toxic men #i need him #star wars #starwars

[ahqkas]

𝐨𝐨𝐨. I'VE GOT MY EYES ON YOU ; anakin skywalker

pairing! anakin skywalker x gn!reader

synopsis! three times you caught anakin looking at you with a look that was preserved just for you; full of fondness and affection. two times anakin's thoughts were nothing but on you with what you could describe was warmth and adoration. one time you gave it all to him, but at what cost?

warnings! not proofread, fluff, mention of nightmares (for both anakin & you), wounds, anakin patching reader up after the events of aotc, minor swearing, lmk if i missed smth !!

word count! 3.1k

note! i got inspired by alan wake (remasted, i havent played/watched the og version) with the clicker so if you have hard time imagining it search it up :) ,, anyway liking, reblogging & commenting is very appreciated !! <3

link for chapter 2!

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If anyone ever asked you for some random reason if you had someone to look at you or think about you the way you were left blushing on a spot with wide eyes and thinking about it for the rest of the day, you would say yes without any hesitation. There was a boy, now a man, who had this kind of a look preserved just for you. He would use it any time he wanted to get a reaction out of you or just felt like being rebellious in public. And it worked.

Anakin Skywalker looked at you like you put the stars in the night sky and thought of you like you brought the sun high to shine as the restless cycle repeated itself again and again. He was looking at you that way without any shame and it definitely wouldn't be a surprise to see the council catching up with the rule breaker. Every chance he had, every opportunity he got to be around you, the glint never left his eyes.

And you were terrified to figure out you didn't mind to be admired in that way by your fellow Jedi.

I. ━ Anakin

With the way Anakin held himself, you could recognise his loud footsteps even without using the Force which should be considered a talent as he's usually a quiet and fast walker (that's during missions, but still). So when you felt the familiar presence sit beside you, you didn't freak out this time and stayed still, looking at the night sky of Coruscant with nothing but peace in your mind and clutching the ignited lightsaber in your hands.

"Can't sleep?"

The missions you were assigned to work on with your master were partly a child's play from how much you've learned since the time you entered the Jedi Temple and became a proud Padawan. You didn't underestimate your assignments, no, but you finished them with a praise from your master and some time you saved by being so quick with the mission. However, sleeping came hardly on you. Sometimes you would find yourself in a situation when you just spent the night sleeplessly laying on your bed and staring at the high ceiling, waiting for the sun to wake up and light up the dark sky.

You turned to face Anakin's direction where he slumped beside you, his hands placed in in his lap as he sat cross-legged and played with his fingers. "No, what about you."

"I can't as well."

Your gaze fell back to the sky, observing the stars you always felt fascinated by. There was just something about them, how they just shined and made many of people happy while they still were free. You were supposed to do the same, shine and please the council but you weren't as free as the stars. They didn't have the need to satisfy, they did it because it's how it works. Younger you often wanted to be just like them if not one of them.

"You look like something's on your mind. What's troubling you, [Name]?" as he said that, you noticed his eyes never left your face.

You brought your lightsaber closer to your face as you let the gentle humming relax your mind and the warmth embrace your features like a warm blanket on a cold day. "I've been having these nightmares recently and I can't keep them out of my head. They appear almost every night and it's just so exhausting, y'know."

Anakin nodded in the corner of your vision and you felt slightly stupid. Couldn't you just come up with a simple lie? He surely didn't need to know that and now he's gonna pity you and try to convince you to go and see the council about it. Which you didn't want to do. It would show a weakness.

"I understand more than you think. I had those kind of dreams, too, and they weren't fun either. I want you to know that you can talk to me about it. We're friends."

Your body shifted to face his, the lightsaber serving as a source of light that was reflecting [colour] on both of your features. His face looked good in that colour but his ego didn't have to know that. Friends, right. You knew his feelings for you meant something more than a friend should feel for their friend yet you didn't protest when his hand would linger around yours a bit longer than usual. "I know, thank you. My nightmares, they are different yet they all have the same kind of an ending or meaning. Someone always dies in them while I'm just standing there and feeling helpless because I can't help in any way to change their fate. It's honestly cruel."

Anakin's eyes softened as they observed every inch of your face while you talked. "I had the same dreams about my mom. It'll get better, I promise. Meditate before going to bed, just keep your mind of that dreams and they'll eventually leave you alone."

You didn't miss the sad glint in his eyes but you turned the lightsaber off and gave him a small smile, feeling grateful for his words. Why would you even think about him and the council in the same sentence, it didn't make any sense. "Thanks, Ani."

He returned the same smile and his eyes seemed to lit up slightly at the use of his nickname. It held a special place in his heart since it was given to him by his mother but the way the name rolled out of your mouth kept him wide awake in his bed and forcing his restless mind to think about you.

And there was the same look again. Because Anakin would see you at your most vulnerable moment of your life but he still could think of how heavenly your Force felt in his presence and how only one glance at you is needed to make his heart beat faster.

II. ━ Anakin

Nightmares were rather unpleasant dreams that often caused some emotional damage to your being and you despised how they made you feel; helpless, full of anxiety, frightened, gloomy and many other things you couldn't think of. Waking up from them wasn't any better than dreaming them. You'd wake up sweating and not knowing what's happening, if that all was just your imagination playing tricks on you. So when you woke up to Anakin having one of those, you knew exactly how he must have felt.

When your tired eyes opened to gaze at the boy who was currently sitting on a bed next to yours, you knew from his body language that something was wrong. His chest heaved with every shaky breath he took and the sweat glistening under tonight's moonlight was noticeable even for your squinting eyes. It seemed his stare was observing every inch of your shared room and when he was done, his eyes flickered to your own.

You wanted to close them and fake your sleep to save yourself from the awkward moment but you remained still, watching him with a hint of curiousity. You were right about how awkward the situation could be but you weren't expecting him to just plainly stare at you. What was he expecting from you, you had no idea.

After a little of your staring contest where none of you blinked, Anakin stood up from his bed, put on a sleeping robe and went outside to stand on the balcony that was attached to the room you both were staying in. On a wish from Master Yoda, both Masters Kenobi and Floren with their padawan learners (Anakin and you) went on a mission to learn more experience for your studying. Obi-Wan and your master decided to take the first watch so that left you and Anakin to share the bedroom.

You blinked at the now empty sheets and frowned to yourself. Was he expecting you to just let him be and forget about it? That would make the situation more embarrassing so you stood up as well and joined him on the balcony.

Anakin's face wasn't showing any feelings and you found yourself being impressed by it as he was usually the person who wore their emotion on their face. You could easily read him but that wasn't the situation now. You chose to approach him gently.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

As the words left your mouth, the boy standing next to you shook his head and lowered it down so he wasn't facing you which meant you couldn't read him for good. "It isn't necessary, don't worry."

Your hand went to pat his elbow and you sent him a small smile, returning him the kindness he showed you in exactly the same situation. It wasn't because 'there was a need to return it' but because you wanted to. "Well I'm here if you wanna talk about it. I'm not going anywhere."

Anakin managed to face your way, his face was close to yours yet it felt like thousand miles away. You felt your face drop a bit as you saw his eyes but you successfully hid it from the fellow Padawan. There was the familiar sad glint in his eyes you used to have after recovering from your nightmares in which the people you were close to died or suffered enough to make you wish you could switch your places. He took the hand from his elbow and held it in his own instead, feeling the warmth spreading across his chest as his heart beat faster than before. "It was about my mother, again. I saw her as early as I see you now. She's in pain, [Name]. She's suffering. And it's bothering me because I can't do anything about it." For now.

You sqeezed your intertwined fingers and tried to be as positive in the situation as you could be. "They're called nightmares for a reason, Ani, I'm sure they'll pass. And if not you can always talk about it with Master Kenobi-,"

"Jedi don't have nightmares, [Name]."

"But humans do. You're not just a Jedi, Anakin. You're so much more if you haven't noticed. You are allowed to have your own feelings and we both clearly know you never listen to the Order. Don't let them control you, okay?"

Anakin let his face relax at your short speech and finally gave you a real smile from which you could tell the unsaid words; gratitude for this moment being one of them.

"Oh and I have something for you. Open your hand and face it with your palm up."

With furrowed brows and a face expression that held "What are you planning?", he listened to your instructions and held out his left hand whilst he still had the other one in the gentle but tight grip of yours.

Reaching into the pocket of your robes you didn't take off before going to bed, you placed a tiny rusty machine like thing into his open palm. It resembled the colour gold but with how the thing aged, the edges were dipped in deep brown. There was a switch in the middle and Anakin had the urge to press it and see what would happen. But his curiosity got the best of him. "What is this?"

You chuckled as he examined your gift, feeling happy on the inside to see him distracted from his sad thoughts. "It's a light switch programmed to light up any room you switch it on in. It was given to me by Master Floren after I couldn't keep up with my nightmares when I was a kid. Surprise, but it worked and I was no longer afraid to fall back asleep," with how you were forming your sentences to Anakin, you grew to be a bit emotional at the moment, rethinking the times when your master would sit by your side and tell you stories about the Jedi and their adventures you would experience one day. "It's also called the Clicker and I want you to have it."

Some would call it an attachment and you definitely grew attached to that thing but it was a stupid rule so you decided to break it. Just this time, you told yourself.

Anakin's eyes were sparkling so lightly in front of you, you thought they might have outshined the very stars you had above your heads. There was so much of a child's happiness you were glad to give. "Are you sure? I mean, with how you talk about this thing, the Clicker, it must mean a lot to you."

"I'm serious, Ani. It's yours."

The boy before you made sure to really look into your eyes. His gaze held so many words to say yet he couldn't get them out and it made him frustrated. It amazed him how he could confess to you in his mind without any problem but when he was in front of you, his mind just didn't think straight. But as you exchanged the reflects of kindness and appreciation, neither of you paid attention to the growing feelings towards you both.

III. ━ Anakin

It fucking stung.

And to think scratches caused only the minimum pain you could ever go through. Well, you were wrong and now you had to bite into your tongue so you wouldn't scoff at someone who didn't do anything and just wait until you get a medical help. It all happened so fast. One day you were spending a pleasant time with both Anakin and the Senator of Naboo, Padmé Amidala (your newest friend as it turned out she wasn't as bossy as she seemed. No, Padmé was actually the fully opposite of that; she was nothing but sweet at heart and her presence held so much of comfort) and the next you three went on a mission to save Anakin's master Obi-Wan which didn't exactly go according to the plan. That's how you found yourself in a position where you were literally fighting for your life. Never again. And that's how you ended up with scratched back and ripped clothes with blood and dirt on them.

You felt dirty at that moment.

There was dust and sand covering almost your entire face and a blanket was resting on your shoulders while you patiently waited for some kind of a droid to finally patch you up.

When the door opened and your head turned to face the direction you expected a medic droid to beep at you in a knowledge but instead you saw the familiar face of a boy you've grown to love and his presence instantly welcomed you with a warm feeling.

"Hi."

Anakin's face broke up into a grin as he quickly walked up to your bed and sat beside you. Maker, was he glad to see you well and alive. You started to scare him by how quickly your back became more and more painted with the rich red but you calmed him down by saying it's nothing serious (spoiler alert; he didn't believe you in the slightest). But for you he was the priority, he just lost his arm and there he was, worrying about you. "How's your back doing? It's not bad right?"

His hand hovered above your back just close enough to feel the warmth of them but far away to not accidentally put you into any more pain and you appreciated the gesture. "It looks worse than it feels but it's all right. One of the medic droids said it's probably going to scar so I can say I have a little souvenir."

Anakin's eyes traveled from your covered back to your eyes and you could see his lips twitch a little into a smile. "It's gonna look badass on you, [Nickname]."

"Thanks."

"Yeah, it's nothing."

After the most awkward silence you've ever witnessed between you two, you found your gaze following his arm that was supposed to, well, there wasn't supposed to be anything. But it was dressed in a black glove so you came to a thought about him getting a replacement. Now that looked badass. "What about you though. How's your arm?"

Anakin glanced down at his arm as if he already forgot about it being there and let out an airy chuckle. "It's fine, it feels like my own but I think I need some time to get used to it, you know."

"I don't get the feeling but I understand you," you laughed at the interaction, feeling like you were traveling back in time to where both of you were just the little younglings who used to have fun and do stupid things around the Temple. You missed those times but with Anakin you often felt like living in them again. However, your joy was interrupted by the feeling of your bandage being soaked with more of your blood and you couldn't stand it.

"Could you help me change my bandages for me? I can't fully reach behind me to do it how I should," you asked him nervously but soon relaxed as you saw him nod his head a bit too quickly which made you smile to yourself.

"Of course. Can I take it off?"

Gesturing to the now bloody blanket the medic droid gave to you to cover up so you could feel as comfortable as the circumstances allowed to, you shrugged it off, causing the fabric to pool around your hips. "Well we don't really have a choice, do we, Skywalker?"

The boy sitting next to you carefully grabbed the dirty bandages and peeled them off, trying to not tug on your skin too hard. You could feel his eyes on you after he was done with the removing causing you to start feeling self-conscious. Was it really that bad? The droid said something different so either it lied or Anakin didn't like it. But why would you even care if he likes your new scar?

"What? What does it look like?"

Anakin didn't say a word to you, he just continued in doing his job (he was good, you had to give it to him) and when he was finished with wrapping now the clean bandages around your waist (which included his hands, both flesh and glove, brushing against your bare skin), he moved to stand in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours as he answered your question and you were sure if you weren't sitting, your knees would shake with how he was looking down at you. His gaze held certain curiosity like he was trying to find another parts of you he could fall in love with over and over again.

"Like I said, it's badass."

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[starlazergazer]

Treasure Planet AU (part 1?)

Pairing: Anakin x reader

Request: A treasure planet AU where Anakin is a cute sexy space pirate! The reader has stolen the map to treasure planet and Captain Dooku knows it, in fleeing his men the reader runs into Anakin and joins his crew in order to save herself.

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.5K

A/N: So I’m really feeling making this into a multi-part story and covering basically the plot of treasure planet but make it star wars so let me know what you guys think and if you want to see more!

 His posture never once slumped.

That was what struck you over the last hour of this interrogation.

No matter how long it dragged on, how many times he had to ask you the same question, “where is the map”, his posture never changed from it’s rigid upright position, his tone never falling into frustration or contempt.

Just the same man standing in the same position asking the same question for an hour. There was something almost admirable in that.

You, however, have been through a plethora of positions.

You started standing, leaning back against the beam you had been tied to below deck of his ship but it didn’t take long before you had sat down, slumped back against the beam. You answers ranged to anything from complete silence to a colorful verity of answers: “oooo I left it at home” “are you absolutely sure you don’t have it” “not sure but I can tell you where you can stick it when you find it”, none of them remotely helpful.

The plan had been to sneak out as soon as he left you alone, afterall the ship was preparing for takeoff surely he as the captain was needed somewhere, but as it became clear you that he wasn’t leaving you decided to get comfortable, untying your wrists anyways since he couldn’t see them and keeping your arms tucked behind your back, you didn’t need the rope burn.

“Where is the-“

He started the same script again and you felt like your head was going to explode with boredom, desperate for anything other than that same question.

“Look Dooku-“

“Captain” he interrupted you and your brain almost lagged in response, your eyebrows shooting up in surprise, it was the first word he had spoken to you that wasn’t “where”, “is”, “the” and “map”.

“Captain Dooku” you corrected yourself happily, sending a small nod his way trying to convey it as the favor to him that it really was “I get the feeling you could do this all day, and I’m saying that we don’t need to because I don’t know what map you’re talking about”

“You and I both know there’s only one person who could have gotten into that vault to clean it out” he answers simply, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he looked down at you.

“Well captain I’m flattered” you pushed a humorless chuckle over your voice, trying to convey an ease you certainly didn’t feel after being below deck tied to a pole for this long “but you and I both know Organa’s vault is impenetrable, whoever broke into that vault has a skill that far surpasses my own”

A silence hung in the air for a brief moment, Dooku looking down at you as just the corners of his mouth started to perk up, you catching your own mistake just moments before he pointed it out to you. “I never said who’s vault it was”

A thousand excuses jumped to your lips but you forced them all down, he had caught you in your lie, plain and simple, nothing to do but own it. “I already sold the map, you want it you’re going to have to track down my buyer”

A single eyebrow raised in your direction, Dooku catching the lie easily for exactly what it was, but a knock on the door interrupted the two of you before he could do anything about it.

Dooku tilted his head in it’s direction more on instinct than anything, no one came through it and he didn’t bother to say anything to the person on the other side, instead turning his attention back to you.

“You have one more chance to tell me where the map before I send in Ventress Ms.Y/L/N” He continued as if he hadn’t been interrupted, “and we’ll just she’s a woman who specializes in enhanced interrogation”

His hands went behind his back as he threatened you, staring down at you, simply waiting patiently for an answer he was so sure he was going to get. One way or another.

You stared back, mouth clamped shut, eyes never once straying from his in defiance.

“So be it” he shrugged, turning sharply on the spot and exiting through the door.

You were on your feet the moment you heard the lock latch into place, a satisfying pop coming from your shoulder as you stretched it, not happy that you had held it in such an uncomfortable position for so long, pretending to still be tied to the post.

Rope to hold your wrists together, a simple deadbolt to keep you below deck, really you would be insulted if you hadn’t wanted to escape so badly.

A simple pin from your hair and two minutes later the lock was picked and you had slipped through the door before anyone was the wiser.

The deck above was in absolute chaos, a few dozen crew members frantically dashing back and forth to tie down sails, clean up messes, and load the ship with ammo and food, a perfect environment to sneak through.

Head up, shoulders back and you forced yourself into the crowd, matching your pace to those around you as best you could, even going so far as to grab at some ropes nearby and tug at their knots, cementing yourself as one of the crew.

The moment you stopped as you worked with the knots gave you a minute to scan the deck, eyeing the gangplank easily. People rushed up and down it regularly, toting large cargo containers up it onto the ship so it shouldn’t be too hard to blend in there on the way down. All you had to do was make a break for it once you hit the dock, worst came to worst you could beat any of them in a race.

One final tug on the rope and you made your way towards the plank, feet away from freedom when an unexpected hand clapped down on your shoulder.

Before you could think to stop instinct took over, your hand coming up to cover the man’s on your shoulder, twisting under his arm and standing back up straight, holding his now twisted arm in a very uncomfortable position.

“What the-“ the man called out beneath your grasp and it was only then that it occurred to you that he hadn’t reached out to you maliciously, he simply wanted your help.

Dropping his hand letting the man now sitting on the deck cradle it you looked around at the rest of the crew to see that everyone had stopped to stare at you. Whispers broke out amongst the crew, you could hear your name reverberate around the ship.

Then an all too familiar one boomed from up above “somebody grab her”

At the sound of their captains voice the crew sprang into action but they were all too slow, you had already broke into a sprint for the side railing of the ship.

Ducking your shoulder down you pushed a few of them aside with ease, never letting anyone get a hand on you before you reached the railing, your feet effortlessly vaulting it as you leapt from the side of the ship.

There was an uproar from behind you as you made for the dock, weightless for but a moment before you felt the stone below kiss the bottom of your toes. Instinctively you curled in, effortlessly tucking into a roll as soon as you hit the ground, not losing any momentum as you sprung back up to your feet and broke into a sprint down the dock.

You heard the crash of cargo boxes being dropped behind you but didn’t bother to look, instead sprinting down the docks, effortlessly weaving in and out of various crew members as they loaded their ships, until you hit a pocket.

Three ships all packed too close together all trying to load them at once, it was a mess. There were far too many people to try and run through and you could already feel yourself trying to push down the rising panic.

You knew how to do this.

This amount of people would just slow you down and give away your position easily, not to mention someone was bound to get hurt if you just go barreling into the crowd. What you needed to do was hide, the question was where.

There were plenty of cargo boxes large enough to fit you but they were no doubt already filled with supplies, not to mention that in hiding in them you were bound to end up on some random ship.

That was when you spotted him.

He was leaned against the railing on the waters edge, simply watching the chaos before him unfold as people carried boxes up and down the plank next to him, arms crossed comfortably over his chest.

And you knew what you had to do, afterall people tended not to scrutinize that which made them uncomfortable.

Before you could talk yourself out of it you ran up to the stranger, throwing your arms around his neck with no warning.

His eyes widened as he looked down at you, instinct pulling himself away from you though the railing and your arms stopped him from retreating too far.

You saw the first of Dooku’s crew reach the edge of the crowd, their eyes scanning it desperately for any sign of you.

“I’m so sorry” You whispered to the stranger.

And that was all the warning you gave him before crashing your lips into his.

-

The stranger to his credit only hesitated for a moment, a brief shock seizing his body before his hands came up to your waist, softly pulling you deeper into him, playing along beautifully as he kissed you back.

And truthfully you weren’t expecting that. You were prepared for an awkward crash, a moment frozen with your faces pressed together before you could run off, before he could say anything.

Instead what you got was almost soft, almost natural, as if it were something he wanted instead of something you had forced upon him.

And because of that you found that you had to force yourself to pull your focus off of him and back to the task at hand. You pulled your arms slowly from around his neck, hands coming to either side of his face as you pulled back, holding his head close to you as you did, your gaze breaking to peer over your shoulder just catching the back side of Dooku’s men as they rushed further down the dock, ignoring the piercing blue eyes that stared at you from mere inches away, ignoring the large hand that rubbed soft slow circles into your hip from its position on your waist.

Focus, task at hand.

You let go of his face, practically pushing him back from you as you returned your gaze to his, finding yourself uncomfortably breathless beneath it.

“Sorry I-um” you stuttered, and since when were you one to stutter.

You started breaking from him, ready to make your way back down the dock when his hand shot out to grab your arm, his reflexes much faster than you would have thought.

“Look I didn’t mean-“ You started to defend yourself, already somewhat prepared for the argument that was to ensue though pausing when you followed his gaze, eyes pointed back at where Dooku’s men had been as he held you in place before him.

“You’re hiding from Dooku” it wasn’t a question, but the words caught you by surprise, your next words stumbling out of your mouth before you could think better of it.

“You know who Dooku is?”

His gaze broke back down you, his grip never once easing up as a smug smile broke across his face “better yet I know who you are”

You felt the panic start to rise up in your throat, an involuntary jerk of your arm as you tried in vain to break free from his grasp.

“You see rumor has it Dooku found the map” he put emphasis on the ‘the’ making sure you knew that this wasn’t just any map he was talking about, “and I’m willing to bet he didn’t steal that himself”

“You calling me a thief?” you challenged with a raised chin, the man only raising an eyebrow in response as if to say ‘if the shoe fits’.

“Look” the man changed tones, going for a more diplomatic tone of voice as he made a show of letting go of your arm, his arms coming up to cross over his chest “I’m not going to do anything, try and take the map from you or anything, I’m just saying you’re going to need a ship to get you to that planet”

“Who’s to say I’m even going?” you challenged, crossing your own arms over your chest in response “maybe I plan to sell the map”

He chuckled at this, leaning back against the railing casually as he did so “you expect me to believe you plan to give up an entire planets worth of treasure for a one time payment from the highest bidder?”

Well when he put it like that….

“Give me and the crew 50% of whatever we find and we’ll take you out there, you can keep the map and everything”

Your eyes instinctively broke back to where Dooku’s men had been, it was only a matter of time before they came back through. And he was right, you needed a ship to get you to the planet and there weren’t many captains you could pay on the promise of maybe finding treasure.

“40%” You countered.

The man sighed, shoulders slumping slightly as if he were disappointed in your answer though the hint of a smile still played on his face, he’d just bought himself access to that map and he knew it.

“60”

You bit your lip, eyes paranoidly going back to that same spot Dooku’s men were bound to show up “fine, 50”

A grin broke out on the man’s face, his arm coming forward and you were ready to shake his hand but instead it wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you into his side as he laughed before yelling up to the ship before him.

“Rex we’ve got ourselves another galley worker”

“Galley worker?” you demanded, pushing yourself away from his embrace just as a man wearing a first mates hat poked his head over the side of the ship.

“Excellent news captain skywalker” the man called back down, “I’ll talk to cook”

“I’m not working in the galley” you told him, crossing your arms defensively before you “I’m financing this voyage”

“Not yet you aren’t princess” He smirked down at you before making his way towards the plank “now grab the map from wherever you stashed it and get on board I want out of here as soon as possible”

You sighed as you watched the man walk aboard, eyes making one last look around the square before you sighed to yourself “yeah you and me both”

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[masterjedilenawrites]

Decisions, Decisions

Rex x reader | 1.4k words

Content: light angst, fluff

Inspiration (from @rosemarynightmares): Also I find it so interesting how non-commitical Rex actually is; like, who would've guessed that a guy with such a spit-death-in-the-face attitude on the battlefield would be so scared to let someone into his heart.

Rex wasn't scared.

That's what he told himself.

He was just... cautious? No, that wasn't it either. Cody was cautious. Rex had learned long ago how to embrace risk and spontaneity, having Anakin as a leader.

Considerate? That might be it. Careful thought was part of the definition he brought up on his holopad for it. That sounded about right. He wasn't being hasty and irrational. He wasn't being thoughtless or stupid.

And he definitely wasn't scared.

Rex sighed, running a hand over his fuzzy hair and down the back of his neck. Putting a word to his feelings hadn't helped like he thought it would. He still had that gnawing ache in the middle of his torso. Right above his stomach, right below his heart. Combining butterflies and heartbeats into something truly uncomfortable.

"Sir?"

Rex turned to see Tup standing at attention by the door. He stood from his bunk, letting his holopad fall next to the pillow.

"Is she here already?"

"Yes, sir," the soldier nodded. "She's waiting in General Skywalker's quarters. He said he won't let anyone bother you there."

Tup and Anakin were the only two who knew about you; his little... "friend." Tup had a habit of accidentally walking in on conversations at the wrong time, but once he'd finally understood what the private meetings and hushed whispers were about, he'd promised not to tell a soul.

And Anakin hadn't been able to hide his romance with Senator Amidala from him, so it was only fitting Rex let the Jedi in on his own predicament. You truly had started out as just friends. But over time, bonds strengthened and affections grew, and most importantly, the war changed. Your trips to the Dominator as an ambassador were no longer justified as the threats were simply too great. Anakin helped get around all that. He said it was a favor to a friend, but Rex knew the Jedi was waiting for something more to blossom. To no longer be the only one in the army with a secret.

Rex strode quickly to the General's room, not wanting to give himself too much time to think, even though he hadn't a clue what he was going to say to you. He'd been kept up all night mulling it over. Going back and forth on whether to confess his feelings and ask for more than he possibly deserved, or whether to let you go like he ought to have done a long time ago. The decision was maddening. He couldn't live without you; he knew that without a doubt. But to keep you was to be selfish...

Right?

"Good luck, Captain!"

Rex halted in surprise. He turned to find Kix peeking out from the doorway to the med bay behind him.

"Come again?"

Kix looked a little embarrassed, but only for a moment. "Tup told me about your... friend. You know the boys talk a lot when they're in here."

"Do they now." Rex folded his arms disapprovingly. "And what about doctor-patient confidentiality?

Kix shrugged. "Just thought you could use some luck is all," he mumbled before disappearing.

Rex shook his head. Well, that made three people who knew about you, then. Not ideal, but he supposed Kix could be trusted.

He finally reached the desired door and took just a few moments to collect his wits. His head was sweaty all of a sudden; how long had he been perspiring like this? And his breaths were coming out way too shaky for his liking. Perhaps he should go back to his bunk for a while, meet up with you later, after he'd had a chance to decide what to say and maybe even rehearse a whole speech he could simply memorize...

The sound of your laughter on the other side of the door pulled him out of his trance. For a second, his spirits were lifted and a relieved smile fell into place. He loved hearing your happiness. The warmth you had rivaled any sun in any system.

But then it occurred to him, you wouldn't laugh for no reason. Were you watching a video of some sort?

Another's muffled voice joined your own and his stomach clenched. You were not alone.

Fantastic.

"There you are!" your cheerful voice called out as soon as soon as he opened the door. You were sitting across from none other than Ahsoka Tano, the two of you looking for all the world like best friends as you leaned in over whatever laugh you were sharing.

"You know it's rude to keep a girl waiting," Ahsoka said, getting up and starting to make her way out. She gave him a look as she passed, which Rex knew meant she was aware of everything going on between the two of you.

"Remember what I said!" she called back over to you. You gave her a little salute, and then Ahsoka left and Rex was alone with you at last.

You were beautiful. You always were. Rex clenched his fists behind his back, needing to ground himself while he still toyed with all the decisions he had yet to make in his mind. How could he let you go? How could he ask you to stay? There was no right answer here and he hated that.

"Rex," you supplied the conversation first, stepping forward confidently and bringing your hands up to grab at his arms. You pulled them apart, brought them forward so you could wrap your hands around his fists. He slowly relaxed them and you wormed your fingers between his.

"I know you are in a difficult spot," you said, equal parts softness and assertiveness. You knew exactly what to say. Where he stuttered, you filled in the gaps. When he paused, you pressed on.

"I just need you to know that this isn't a decision you have to make alone. In fact, you shouldn't make it alone. This... thing... we have, it includes me, too, which means I should have some say in what happens next."

Rex nodded. Of course, of course. But he still couldn't speak. He still didn't know what to do.

"And I get it. I know this life you have is hard. And dangerous. And full of risks if anyone finds out."

"Oh apparently several people have found out," Rex finally found some words he could say. He huffed in annoyance. "Tup, Kix..."

"Cody, Obi-Wan," you nodded, as if he'd known about those.

He started panting from the stress of the thought that there were now people outside of the 501st who knew. You snickered a little and started rubbing his arms soothingly.

"Thankfully it's only the people we trust," you reassured. "And thankfully there are a lot of people we trust. But to my point, I know it's risky. And I know there's challenges that will come with that kind of life. And...."

You gave him a smile, and for some reason, Rex knew that regardless of what you said next, everything would be okay. He smiled back.

"And..." he prompted, holding your hands just a little tighter.

"And even if this war goes on forever. Even if you're always a soldier, and I'm always the secret you keep hidden away. And even if you age quickly or I get sick or we're on the run or any number of other awful things happen... I think it'll be worth it."

You whispered the last part, scrunched your nose up endearingly. Rex found himself leaning forward just as you were, and you rested your foreheads against each other.

"Well, how could I disagree with that decision," was his response to the question that'd been gnawing at him for so many rotations. "I'm still... scared."

"Me, too. But we're in this together."

"Together," he agreed.

"Yes!" suddenly came a clone's voice from beyond the door. A chorus of other identically sounding hoops and hollers and "finally!" -s joined in. Rex groaned and you started laughing as a pile of 501st brothers burst through.

"I knew you'd make the right call!" Fives clapped him heavily on the back.

"Yeah, if you couldn't get the girl, ain't no hope for the rest of us," Jesse chimed in with a smirk.

"That was painful," Dogma shook disapprovingly. "You could've said all this weeks ago and saved us the angst."

"Sinker owes me fifty credits for this," said Hawk, already thumbing out a message on his holopad.

The hubbub continued and Rex squeezed your hand for reassurance amidst all the anxieties they were conjuring up. You squeezed back and simply mouthed the word together.

"Together," he repeated.

~ ~ ~

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[aigoos]

Sweetly, Sweetly Showered the Stars | Oneshot Romance and Fluff Obikin | Rating: T | Words: 3000

Summary: On Naboo, the special star showers occur once every decade, and Padme invites Anakin and Obi-Wan to the event. After years of loving Obi-Wan, Anakin has to decide if he wants to confess his love or continue to keep it hidden.

Inspired by this beautiful art by @human-rocket. Title influenced by a line from "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Much thanks to @veloursdor for helping me get unstuck and for @to-proudly-go for being an awesome cheerleader! And huge thanks to @ineffableobikin for betaing!

Anakin walked out to the balcony attached to his room, and he stretched up towards the sky, enjoying the cool morning breeze and the warm sunlight. Crossing his arms behind him and straightening his upper body, he took a deep breath and looked at the view of Naboo's countryside, seeing the Gallo Mountains in the distance and the gently rolling hills in the foreground. The whole place felt like something out of a pastoral fairy tale, making him feel relaxed and at peace, and he welcomed the slower pace for a change.

"Are you ready for the star showers tonight?"

Anakin turned around and faced Obi-Wan walking towards him. His heart fluttered quickly, and he took a deep breath to calm himself as the love of his life came to stand in front of him. How could he not love someone like Obi-Wan? Nobody else could compare in terms of looks, personality, and intelligence. He eyed Obi-Wan discreetly as his master looked out over the balcony, his hands tucked in his sleeves. A peaceful expression graced Obi-Wan’s handsome face, and his perfectly groomed hair and beard tempted Anakin to want to muss it by kissing him and running his hands through those auburn tresses.

"I'm more than ready," Anakin replied, ignoring all his pining thoughts and somehow managing to keep his voice steady. "Padme did go on that long poetic monologue describing the last star showers she saw ten years ago."

"Can you blame her? It must be beautiful."

Not as beautiful as you.

Anakin turned his gaze back to the scenic views, willing himself not to blush and give in to his emotions. "It was good timing that we were able to accept her invitation."

"Very much so. She was very gracious in inviting both of us," Obi-Wan agreed. "Speaking of Padme, we should go join her for breakfast."

"All right."

Obi-Wan headed out first, with Anakin following a few steps behind. Thinking about what was to come later, Anakin wondered about tonight, wondered how he should confess -- whether he should even confess. He dreaded the rejection that may result from his confession, but at the same time, he was tired of hiding his feelings. He was attached to his former master in ways that went against the Code, but Anakin's love for Obi-Wan prevailed with the might of his stubbornness. All he wanted was Obi-Wan's love and heart, Obi-Wan's warm body in his arms, as they cuddled together.

He could still be a good Jedi and not let his love for Obi-Wan get in the way of his duties. That was what he truly believed. He also believed that the Force had given him its approval whenever he had a moment to meditate, feeling their gentle pulses when he became a part of it. But still he hesitated. Will of the Force or not, he didn't want to face this with his usual boldness, for Obi-Wan was much too precious for him to lose by being impulsive. Still, he needed to do something soon; he'd dawdled long enough.

*****

"Tonight will be the perfect chance, you know."

Anakin leaned back against the couch and looked sideways at Padme. "Perfect chance for . . . ?"

She rolled her eyes as she gave him a look and poked his cheek gently. "Don't play dumb, Ani."

He grinned and sobered quickly. "Dunno if I can, Pads. I'm tired of hiding, but I don't know if I can stomach his rejection. What if everything changes for the worse?"

"Didn't you say that it felt right in the Force -- your feelings for him?" she asked, bringing up one of her soft hands to cup his cheek. He leaned into the reassuring touch, glad that their friendship was one where they could show affection and not worry about it being weird or sexual.

He sighed, trying his best to calm his mind. "Yeah, but it's still not an easy thing to do."

"Well, as the great motivational speaker Essel Jaksun would say, 'Stop being a motherfucking idiot and just do it'."

"Pads!" he exclaimed and laughed at the same time. "I can't believe you!"

"Why? Because he looks way too similar to Master Windu?"

" . . . No. Just don't imitate him. Please."

She giggled and reached over to hug him tightly. She whispered in his ear, "Do something tonight. The two of you can have fun at the festival. Just forget about the war for one night and let yourself be happy."

Without saying anything, he hugged her back and buried his face against her shoulder, so grateful for her friendship, understanding, and love. Whatever happened tonight, he would handle it, good or bad, but deep inside, he hoped desperately for Obi-Wan to reciprocate his love. At the least, if he did get rejected, Padme had a huge stash of wine he could drown his sorrows in and suffer from a massive hangover tomorrow; however, he reflected, he’d prefer to get drunk on love rather than wine.

*****

The festival was massive, with hundreds of people out, and it was crowded, but not to the point of feeling crushed. Booth after booth lined the streets, with a variety of smells and sounds coming from them. Exuberant cheering and laughter could be heard everywhere, the excitement drawing Anakin in as the blissful energy grew in his heart and spread throughout his body.

Padme had left them alone, saying she'd promised to explore the festival with her nieces. Anakin had no complaints -- not when he could pretend that he was on a date with Obi-Wan -- albeit a very one-sided date, but it still counted in his book.

Bit by bit, with Obi-Wan by his side, they both leisurely strolled around the festival and took in the whole scene. Anakin personally enjoyed seeing the food booths, even venturing out to try some of the local delicacies. His favourite treat was the carp-shaped pastry filled with red-bean paste with a name he'd never remember. He'd also happily tried some boiled silkworms, which were quite crunchy with a savoury flavour. The look of pure disgust on Obi-Wan's face made him laugh.

"It's not that bad, Master," Anakin commented as he finished the last of it.

Obi-Wan shook his head hard. "I'll take your word for it."

"Oh!" Anakin exclaimed and pointed at the darts game. "Let's play. Best two out of three?"

"You're on," Obi-Wan said, raising an eyebrow while his eyes twinkled.

Anakin didn't remember who won their little competition, for he was extremely distracted by such a relaxed and cheerful Obi-Wan. It'd been so long since they'd been able to just unwind and not worry about the war. Obi-Wan's eyes didn't look as haunted and exhausted as they did a few days ago, his former master's grimaces now turned to light smiles with soft chuckles that didn't sound so forced.

This was the man whom Anakin had fallen in love with; seeing Obi-Wan like this made his heart fill with elated delight and made his stomach do nervous flips. He wanted to pull Obi-Wan into his embrace and never let him go, war and Jedi life all be damned.

But Anakin behaved and kept his hands and thoughts to himself as they wandered around the festival, content to hear Obi-Wan go on excitedly about obscure facts that only he would know. Anakin listened with half an ear, as he smiled and nodded in the right places, hoping he didn't come off with a goofy lovestruck expression.

When they ran into Padme, all three greeted each other before he saw the "knock down the bottles" game, saw the stuffed animals lining the booth, and said, "Pads! I'm going to win you that super ugly stuffed loth cat -- that glittery neon purple and green one!"

Padme blinked and her face took on a horrified expression when her eyes landed on the stuffed animal. "Oh, no, Ani! Absolutely not!"

"I insist! Take it as my gratitude for your invitation to this event." Anakin ignored Padme's sputtering and he gave Obi-Wan a big grin. "Don't you think that'd match her interior?"

"No comments from me," Obi-Wan answered blandly, his face having gone into a blank mask for a brief moment before it returned to one of him looking slightly amused.

Anakin frowned to himself, wondering why Obi-Wan's mood had shifted, wondering why he'd looked off for a few seconds. He briefly pondered if he did something wrong -- was it that bad of an idea to win a prize for his best friend or was exhaustion catching up to Obi-Wan? Knowing that this was not the place nor time to resolve this new mystery, he set aside his investigator persona and went up to the booth to win Padme the stuffed loth cat. He easily won the game and accepted the prize, and he practically shoved the prize into Padme's chest gleefully. "Don't say I never did anything for you!"

Padme's resigned look just made him laugh. Obi-Wan also chortled next to him, but Anakin didn't miss the weird emotions he felt in the Force. But before he could question it further, Padme said, "It's almost time! Let's go to the balcony."

Anakin followed behind them with a mix of emotions swirling inside of him. The star showers would happen soon, and he had to decide what to do with his love for Obi-Wan. He briefly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He would do something -- he just had to figure out the best course of action within the next half an hour.

*****

Before Padme left them on their private balcony, she gave Anakin a "you better do something or I will make you regret giving me that horrendous stuffed nightmare" look, and Anakin returned the look with a smirk. With Obi-Wan, they walked up to the balcony's end; Anakin stood straight and crossed his arms, while Obi-Wan bent and leaned against the bar.

Below them, there were hundreds of people standing around, all looking upwards, eager to see the promised star showers. The thrums of excitement were contagious, and Anakin felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. To hide his conflicting emotions, he turned to teasing.

"Your back killing you, Old Man?"

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow at him. "It's not nice to mock your elders, Anakin."

"So you are admitting you're old?"

" . . . I'm not that--"

Many people below them gasped, and then a hush fell over the entire place as everyone looked upwards to see the start of the much-anticipated star showers. Against the night sky, the stars shone brightly and then fell around them at different rates. Some showered down quickly, much like someone sprinkling salt over them. Others came down slower, like snow gently falling from the sky as it left behind trails of fading light.

Padme wasn't kidding -- the star showers were breathtakingly gorgeous. Anakin stared at them in awe for a minute or so, and then he glanced over at Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan's entire demeanour spoke of pure admiration as he stared at the sky with a gentle smile, eyes sparkling like the falling stars around them, lips parting as he took a deep breath.

Anakin turned his gaze completely towards Obi-Wan, as if he'd developed tunnel vision, unable to see anything but his master next to him. He could feel the Force dance and sing around them, completely hypnotised. He was so hyper-fixated on Obi-Wan, that he'd almost missed what Obi-Wan said next.

"They're quite beautiful, aren't they?"

"Yes, Master. Beautiful," he responded softly, eyes never leaving Obi-Wan's face. He swallowed hard against his suddenly dry throat, willing the Force to give him the courage to take the next step. He allowed his thoughts of not as beautiful as you to escape from behind his shields and he reached out with invisible hands, pouring all the love he could bring himself to give into their bond.

Seconds ticked, followed by a long pause as Anakin's eyes never left Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan finally turned to look at him, and their eyes met. Without breaking eye contact, Anakin reached out with his flesh hand and cupped Obi-Wan's cheek while he stroked the sharp cheekbone with his thumb.

"Anakin?" Obi-Wan breathed out as his bright blue eyes became half-lidded.

Stepping closer, Anakin murmured, "They are not as beautiful as you, Master."

Obi-Wan leaned closer into his touch, and Anakin felt his heart jump with joy as hope spread all over him. He moved in even closer, the desire to kiss him growing stronger. But then Obi-Wan's eyes opened up all the way, and he took a step back with a confused expression. "What about Padme?"

Anakin jerked back in bewilderment, dropped his hand, and gave Obi-Wan a befuddled look. "Padme?"

"You two are not as subtle as you think," Obi-Wan continued. "I understand you two have feelings for each other, and while it does go against the Code . . . I want nothing but happiness for you."

" . . . How did you come to that kriffing conclusion?" Anakin exclaimed. "Padme is just my best friend!"

"Earlier today, I saw you two on the couch. And you also did win that monstrosity for her."

Anakin paused. Though Obi-Wan had stayed calm and showed no emotions outwardly, through the Force, he felt an undercurrent of . . . was that jealousy?

He thought back to what had happened earlier today and tried to see the situation from Obi-Wan's perspective; he supposed they did come off as a couple from a certain point of view. But he still asked incredulously, "Are you jealous?"

"Jealous? What -- yes, I mean, no -- where did you get that idea?!" Obi-Wan floundered very uncharacteristically.

With the stars still falling around them, Anakin snorted and began to snigger hard. "You are so jealous."

"I. Am. Not."

"And I'm going to live in a sand castle," Anakin said dryly. Then Obi-Wan's earlier words came to the front of his mind, which made him say, "You said . . . you want nothing but happiness for me."

Obi-wan gave him a slight frown. "I did."

Taking a deep breath, Anakin reached for the courage somewhere inside his rapidly thumping chest and continued, "What if my happiness meant being with you? I love you, Obi-Wan -- it's always been you. It was never Padme. I want to be with you."

The frown melted off of Obi-Wan's face as his eyes softened and his lips quirked up in a gentle smile. Anakin nearly jumped in surprise when he felt Obi-Wan's calloused fingers caressing his cheek. "Oh, my dearest, I feel the same way. But the Code--"

"No, no, no. Do not bring up the Code, Master," Anakin begged, eyes closing tight on their own accord, his hand coming up to rest on top of Obi-Wan's, whose hand was still on Anakin's cheek. "Please -- the Code is outdated. Attachment can be dangerous, but my attachment to you is not that at all. Because of you, I want to be a better person, want to prove to you how much I love and care for you. I know you will want some time to think about this, and I will give you as long as you want. Just don't--"

Anakin stopped his desperate rambling when a pair of lips met his own -- soft, warm lips, which were framed by the beard that tickled his cheeks faintly. Obi-Wan was kissing him.

To quote the great Essel Jaksun (thanks a lot, Padme), holy motherfucking shit. He's kissing me! Obi-Wan's really kissing me!

Before Anakin could kiss back, Obi-Wan broke the kiss and moved his head back slightly and said, "You didn't let me finish."

Anakin couldn't bring to feel any remorse as he felt nothing but euphoria inside of him that made him want to yell out to the whole galaxy that Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Master, High General of the Grand Army of the Republic, the Negotiator, had just kissed him. Trembling so much from the emotions that were ready to burst out of him, he rested his forehead against Obi-Wan's forehead, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and whispered, "Go ahead."

"The Code -- I was raised by the Code and I was determined to follow it. But when I began to have feelings for you, I began to question the Code and all that it states about attachments, and about how there is no passion, but serenity. Why can't we have both, as long as we can balance them?"

"I hope that is a rhetorical question because I can’t think of anything but kissing you again," Anakin admitted with no shame. He turned to look back at the sky, and he saw that the star showers were still occurring. Turning his gaze back to Obi-Wan, he tilted his face and leaned in close until only a hair’s breadth separated their lips. "I want us to kiss again right under the star showers."

Obi-Wan responded by closing the tiny gap, and their lips met once more. They kept still for several seconds and then Obi-Wan -- or was it him -- Anakin wasn't sure, and it surely didn't matter in the long run -- deepened their kiss. Lips parted, tongues met, and Anakin felt like he was drowning in his desires. The kiss was amazing and felt a lot better than anything he'd had imagined. As ridiculous as it sounded later, right now, he really wished time would stop and keep them here forever, under the beautiful star showers, away from the war and all their responsibilities.

He felt the Force sing to him, and it sounded like, "Sweetly, sweetly showered the stars / the wandering souls have come afar / never apart forevermore / as those who love will always soar."

When the star showers ended, Anakin's mind stayed on those words from the Force, and he pulled Obi-Wan into a tight embrace. "I love you."

"And I love you, my dearest."

As the night went on, and when they finally retired to one room, the love and hope the star showers gave Anakin stayed with him. It was a night he could never forget, a night of new beginnings for the two wandering souls amongst the stars.

~ Fin ~

A03 URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52417552

#my fic #obikin #obikin fic #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #based off a fanart #essel jaksun needs to be a thing now #human-rocket is bloody amazing

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Why is Count Dooku's characterization vastly different in The Clone Wars then Attack of the Clones? In AOTC he's all like, "I'm sorry old friend" and "Back down", in TCW he seems to take pleasure in killing Jedi. What happened?

Okay, so I lightly touched on this back in this post where I compare the Dooku we see in the Legends continuity to the Dooku we see in Canon and in this video. George Lucas quotes used as sources can be found at the end.

To start with: there's a dichotomy to Dooku.

On the one hand... he makes good points. His concerns are the same that many Jedi share: the Senate is corrupt, and its representatives are abusing their power for their own selfish needs, sometimes even using Jedi to do so.

On the other hand... Dooku's a Sith. Which means he - like the Senators - is also after power, if not moreso. He's greedy, selfish and ambitious. Sure, he makes good points but he’s part of the problem; he knows it, but he doesn’t care.

More importantly, like Maul and Grievous, the primary purpose of Dooku, as a character, is to show us who Anakin is going to turn into:

An evil, corrupted old man. A prodigal son of the Jedi Order (with closet fascist-leanings) who, in his unquenchable thirst for power, was reduced to being a slave of Darth Sidious.

One of the big differences between Dooku and Anakin, however, is that Dooku was always more politically savvy.

Count Dooku has a public image.

He uses his past as a Jedi to cultivate this persona of a wise intellectual, a rational man with fair and just demands, one who fights for the little guy.

He is the head of the Separatist movement, a charismatic figure known throughout the galaxy for his political idealism, even giving lectures at universities.

But it is just a persona.

I mean, that's probably how he started out, sure, but by the time we see him in Attack of the Clones, Dooku is a Sith Lord, and he's been one for over 10 years, because we know he was going by "Tyranus" while ordering Sifo-Dyas' death and hiring Jango Fett a few months before the invasion of Naboo.

QUICK NOTE: In Canon, Dooku left the Jedi Order 10 years before Qui-Gon’s death. So chances are, he's actually been a Sith for almost 20 years, as we know he was already a darksider 8 years prior to The Phantom Menace because he tried to recruit Rael Averross at the end of the book Master & Apprentice.

Which means he's pure evil.

Deep down, Dooku's the guy we see in The Clone Wars: Darth Tyranus, a ruthless, sadistic killer whose only goal is to destroy the Jedi Order and bend the galaxy to his will.

But the galaxy can't know this, right? They think he's Count Dooku, a kind-hearted man whose beliefs are controversial but ultimately altruistic. Hell, even the Jedi remember him fondly.

So, like Palpatine, he keeps up the facade.

He does this with Obi-Wan, as he secretly tries to recruit him to overthrow Sidious (who Lucas compares to Vader trying to do with Luke in Empire Strikes Back):

He does this with the Jedi, calling Mace "old friend", telling him he's sorry he's about to have them executed.

He plays this charade up to the very end...

... but when Obi-Wan still won't back down, he is left with no choice but to kill him the fastest way he can: with a lightsaber.

A red-bladed lightsaber, in signature Sith fashion. One he’s been careful to keep a secret.

But Obi-Wan's seen it, he's seen the Force Lightning... he's been given a peek behind the curtains, so now he has to die. 

And you see the change in Dooku’s behavior. He starts to taunt Obi-Wan, he’s grinning, there’s a sadistic glimmer in his eye. For a brief moment, he drops the mask and goes to town.

Oh and Anakin joins in, whatever the more the merrier. But then Yoda joins in... and Dooku can't beat Yoda. Crap, he's gonna tell everyone. 

The secret of him being a Sith Lord is gonna get out...!

But this is Palpatine and Dooku we're talking about. Political geniuses, masters of spin and flipping the story. If the secret got out... who cares?

Seriously, who cares if the Jedi know he’s a Sith, now? The war's already started, Order 66 is right around the corner. He won't even bother pretending he's a good guy, with the Jedi.

Him playing the role of the "villain" when facing the Republic also makes it so that the Senate will want to keep the war going until he's captured or dead.

And because they're at war, he can simply wave the fiendish acts the Republic lays at his feet as "slanderous propaganda" in front of the Separatists, they'll just eat it up.

Furthermore, Dooku being his true, ruthless self when engaging with the Republic also has a second perk: it'll make the Jedi look bad.

'Cause the galaxy doesn't really get what a Sith Lord is, they think it's just some Jedi variant. So that's still a Jedi, right?

As such, Dooku's cruel actions and cruelty then feed into the anti-Jedi conspiracy theories about them "starting the war" and the growing distrust that'll make it so that - when the Jedi are eventually wiped out - the general public will just go "good riddance".

Which was the main goal of the entire Clone War conflict.

TLDR:

The guy we see in most of Attack of the Clones is Count Dooku, political idealist, AKA who he presents himself to be.

The characterization we see at the end of Attack of the Clones, in The Clone Wars and in Revenge of the Sith is that of Darth Tyranus, Sith Lord, AKA his true self.

George Lucas Quotes:

About Dooku’s valid points:

“I wanted a more sophisticated kind of villain. Dooku’s disenchantment with the corruption in the [Republic] is actually valid. It’s all valid. So, Chris plays it as, “Is he really a villain or is he just someone who is disenchanted and trying to make things right?”” - Starlog Magazine #300, 2002

“The confrontation between Obi-Wan and Dooku originally was a confrontation between Padmé and Dooku, and it was a political thing. I decided, after seeing the movie, that I didn’t need that scene with Padmé and Dooku, it was in the wrong part of the picture, and this one, with Obi-Wan, would be more appropriate. It would work better if Dooku would actually tell the truth about what’s going on and then create a situation where nobody believed him. And it also allows you to kinda have some sympathy for Dooku in that he carries the sympathies of most of the Jedi which is that the Senate is corrupt and is incapable of carrying out any meaningful actions because they argue about everything all the time.” - Attack of the Clones, Director’s Commentary, 2002

About the similarities between Anakin and Dooku:

“[In the garage scene, Anakin] sort of lays out his ambition and you’ll see later on his ambition and his dialogue here is the same as Dooku’s. He says “I will become more powerful than every Jedi.” And you’ll hear later on Dooku will say “I have become more powerful than any Jedi.” [...] And Dooku is, kind of, the fallen Jedi who was converted to the Dark Side because the other Sith Lord didn’t have time to start from scratch, and so we can see that that’s where this is going to lead which is that it is possible for a Jedi to be converted. It is possible for a Jedi to want to become more powerful.” - Attack of the Clones, Director’s Commentary, 2002

“I needed to get across the point that Jedi can leave the Order, to set up what happens with Anakin later on. Also, in the end when you realize that Dooku is Darth Tyranus, it explains what Darth Sidious did after Darth Maul was killed: he seduce a Jedi who had become disenchanted with the Republic. He preyed on that disenchantment and converted him to the dark side, which is also a setup for what happens with Anakin.” - Mythmaking: Behind the Scenes of Attack of the Clones, 2002

About Dooku’s true nature:

“If you put two Sith together, they try to get others to join them to get rid of the other Sith. Dooku's ambition here is really to get rid of Darth Sidious. He's trying to get Obi-Wan's assistance in that [...] so that he and Obi-Wan could overthrow Sidious and take over. And it's exactly the same scene as when Darth Vader does it with Luke to try to get rid of Sidious.” - Attack of the Clones, Commentary Track 2, 2002

“In the midst of this turmoil, a separatist movement was formed under the leadership of the charismatic former Jedi Count Dooku. By promising an alternative to the corruption and greed that was rotting the Republic from within, Dooku was able to persuade thousands of star systems to secede from the Republic. Unbeknownst to most of his followers, Dooku was himself a Dark Lord of the Sith, acting in collusion with his master, Darth Sidious, who, over the years, had struck an unholy alliance with the greater forces of commerce and their private droid armies.” - Shatterpoint, Prologue, 2004

#dooku #Count Dooku #Jedi #QnA #Star Wars #Sith #Sith Lord #meta #long post #Anakin Skywalker #lucas quotes

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Thornidala AU

Thorn is assigned to watch over Padme after some sort of attack on the Senate/Coruscant or assassination attempt on Padme happens. They're actually in a rotating schedule, so Thorn is not the ONLY person assigned to watch over Padme as a bodyguard and generally they aren't assigning Commanders to this, but the trooper who was supposed to go on shift that day ended up hurt or something and Thorn maybe is on some sort of light duty leave after an injury and so jumps at the chance to volunteer (probably not entirely going along with medic's orders by doing so lbh) and so spends a day with Padme at the senate building playing bodyguard.

Padme's pretty busy, so while she's professionally friendly when she sees him and does recognize his rank as a Commander and asks how she managed to rate a higher ranked officer out of the blue, she's not paying Thorn a whole lot of attention and is just doing her job.

Until Anakin shows up in her office and Thorn really isn't SUPPOSED to leave the office, that's... part of the gig here and Padme actually asks Thorn to stay because she's super busy and she's trying to ask Anakin to leave and it goes badly and they end up in an argument and for a hot minute there, Thorn's worried he may have to step in and make Anakin leave. Anakin doesn't really raise his voice, but he does go from manipulative (think like the Senate Hostage episode) to more quietly demanding (kinda like in ROTS when Padme tries to insist that Palpatine's not the mensch Anakin thinks he is) and Padme is... folding. It's REALLY not Thorn's place, but if Padme's heading in that direction he'd rather not be in here when it does, so he just sort-of quietly asks if she needs him to leave, and the reminder that Thorn's been there this whole time sort-of brings Padme back to herself and she insists that Anakin leave this time.

Once he finally does, she turns to Thorn and says something to the effect of "I'm sorry you had to see that, he's not normally like that, it's just this war..." and nothing happens that explicitly makes a MARRIAGE clear to Thorn, so he has nothing to really keep secret aside from the fact that she's not making the relationship public, but she's not doing anything entirely wrong. Not recommended, frowned upon, perhaps, but not illegal. Thorn just responds with "I completely understand, Senator, this war affects us all."

Thorn's very accepting response to his accidental viewing of something Padme's sort-of embarrassed about means that any time she has to bring a squad of troopers with her on a trip or needs a trooper to accompany her somewhere, she inquires if Thorn is busy. Sometimes he is, but more than once he's available to accompany her and while he never views anything that intensely personal again, Padme knows he's trustworthy and professional.

After the Clone War ends and Palpatine removed from power and the clones released from service and granted citizenship in the Republic, things aren't going well for Anakin and Padme's marriage. They kept it a secret as long as they could, but since Anakin can spend so much more time around and with Padme now, and Padme is still swamped with work having to fix up the Senate and work out treaties with Separatists and Neutral Systems and re-work relationships with the Corporate Alliance etc etc she hardly has time for her marriage. Anakin is resentful of how little time Padme has for him and Padme starts to get frustrated at this resentment.

Things devolve until Padme just leaves for Naboo and tells Anakin not to follow her, and she goes to visit her family. Anakin is seething and basically about to explode, similar to the Clovis 2.0 arc, but maybe he does something like snap at an initiate/padawan or something and one of the Masters forces him to sit down and talk about it, because that's a line you don't cross and if you cross it, it's time to sit down and figure out how to get back in balance. Anakin doesn't really want to talk, so he effectively gets grounded until he does.

Padme goes to visit her family and is rattled enough by the way her relationship has gone that she's more inclined to lean on her family for support and listen to them when they express worry for her and just... lets it all out. Everything she's gone through, every fear she's kept bottled since the Trade Federation occupation over a decade ago, the secret marriage, the war. Her family helps her work through it and she eventually decides to end things with Anakin.

Whether this means basically serving him divorce papers or just sending him a message saying it's over, this causes Anakin to implode. He's angry, he's furious, he wants to just chase Padme down and make her see sense, but he's grounded and can't go anywhere and the Jedi won't UNDERSTAND and eventually he just kinda... starts screaming at the Jedi, starts letting it all out because it has to go SOMEWHERE and it may as well be at the Jedi who made the problem in the first place. And shit comes out that make the Jedi aware that Anakin's broken some vows and once Anakin kind-of lets it all out, he just... keeps going maybe. He gets it into his head that somehow he can get back what he's lost, if he just... proves himself better he can get Padme back and if he can appease the Jedi he'll stay a Jedi and somehow he can STILL HAVE BOTH so long as he just does as the Jedi say, so he goes along with it.

They end up sending him to Tatooine after a while with a chaperone on a sabbatical and to make amends for the massacre of the Tuskens. He stays with Beru and Owen or just meets up with them and spends time with them and they consider him Family obviously and treat him as such and while he doesn't have good memories of Tatooine, he does like the way it feels to spend time with Beru and Owen, who give him the kind of familial commitment he's so wanted, who feel so familiar to what he had with Shmi. Not QUITE the same because they're not focused on him above all else, but... similar. Family is the Most Important Thing in Tatooine, and as a member of their Family, he is Important. And, eventually, he starts to actually heal and gain some self-awareness and realizes that he DOESN'T really want to stay with the Jedi, it's not the right path for him and won't make him happy.

Padme in the meanwhile has been convinced to leave the Senate once she serves Anakin divorce papers and has been healing on Naboo, working at the university maybe with her brother-in-law or helping out at the mountain village her parents founded near Theed where she was born, getting back to her roots so to speak. Eventually she probably joins her father's Refugee Relief Movement again, helping him out as the President or taking on some sort of higher position in the organization.

And it's here that she meets Thorn again, who's either been helping out in the Refugee Relief Movement himself or working with similar organizations and he ends up on the same project as the Refugee Relief Movement with Padme. He is surprised that Padme recognizes him when he comes up to say hello and even more surprised when Padme says she wouldn't mind his company if he wants to stay and catch up some more.

They end up spending a lot of time together, partnering on projects sometimes and spending meals and leisure time together. Padme introduces him to Naboo literature and tells him childhood anecdotes and Thorn teaches Padme some of the card games the clones had invented during the war and all the ways to cheat at them and all about the crazy flora and fauna he's seen on his travels since the war. On the little time off they're given, Padme offers to take him to see various sights around Naboo. One night, when she wins her first game with him, she kisses him, to both of their surprise. But she decides to commit to it and asks if it's something he wants, and if not then there's no pressure. Thorn does. The next morning, Padme realizes that maybe they should talk about this a little more and tells him she's not really looking for a committed relationship, but that she likes him and she likes making him feel good and spending time with him. Thorn understands and is willing to live with those conditions.

After the project ends a few months later, they go their separate ways, promising to keep in touch.

Padme stays on Naboo again, getting some rest, Thorn goes to Coruscant to see Fox and catch up with his brothers who still work on the planet. Fox is in a relationship with at least one Jedi and so Thorn wants to get his advice on how that kind of stuff works because as much as he was willing to abide by Padme's limitations for their relationship, something about it was starting to sit a little different and he didn't know what to do about it. Fox tells him that it's obvious he fell in love with Padme but if she's not ready for a relationship or just doesn't feel the same way he's going to have to accept that and be happy with what she IS willing to give him or walk away. Thorn mentions that maybe he should just find himself a nice Jedi like Fox did and settle down and Fox just laughs and is like "The fact that you think anyone SETTLES DOWN with a Jedi just goes to show how bad of a match that would be for you."

Padme and Thorn keep their promise of staying in touch and meet up again when Padme makes a trip to Coruscant or something and Thorn decides to tell her how he feels. Not because he's expecting a relationship out of it, Padme was pretty clear on the arrangement and how she wasn't ready for a serious romance yet, but because he doesn't want to be dishonest with her and if she needs her space from him because of this, he wants her to be able to take it. The last thing he wants to do is make her feel uncomfortable, even inadvertently.

Padme, however, doesn't want space. She's not ready for a romantic relationship still, but the fact that Thorn came to her without expectations and was ready to step away if she asked speaks volumes. He makes her feel safe, and happy, and makes her laugh, and she's not interested in giving that up if it doesn't bother him that she also can't give him what he wants. Thorn just wants to make her happy, in whatever shape that takes, so they stay friends, but Thorn does request that they don't sleep together anymore just so lines don't get too blurred.

Fast forward several years down the line, Padme and Thorn have remained good friends and only gotten closer over the years. Padme is really happy and settled in her job running her dad's relief organization because it does allow her to choose when she travels for work and when she stays home on Naboo to reconnect with her family. Padme brought Thorn home to meet her family once and he got to talking with her mother about education opportunities on Naboo he could take advantage of if he was interested. He's worked his way through schooling while doing some local jobs on Naboo and helping out with the relief organization occasionally. He's finding he really likes using his hands to be creative and has gotten into textile engineering via connections to Padme's old handmaidens. Having individualized outfits that can double as armor is both creative and practical! He also likes music and has a very decent singing voice and has picked up several instruments, but that's more of a hobby. He also loves dancing, but has no desire to learn to be good at it. He knows he COULD, but it's more fun to just let his body move to the music however it wants to, it feels like freedom.

Thorn's obviously gotten to know Padme's family and gets along pretty well with them. He's also managed to befriend her former handmaidens, including Sabe. Padme spends time getting to know more about Thorn's friends and family, which likely is predominantly Fox and the other Coruscant Guard commanders, but potentially a few men who were in other battalions as well, especially if they had joined up in the relief organization with him or are also taking advantage of the education opportunities on Naboo. Padme was obviously always polite and friendly to the clones but hadn't truly made time to get to know them very well during the war and certainly wasn't familiar enough with them to know what sort of traditions and culture they had built for themselves or understand their values and history. Most of what she knew was probably second or third hand through Anakin or Ahsoka, so a lot of what she learns by finally just spending time with the clones in an informal capacity is very new to her and she has to unlearn a lot of assumptions she may have had about them.

Getting back together (or getting together for the first time, depending on how you look at it) isn't dramatic. It's not a life or death decision and doesn't involve a crazy romantic gesture. Thorn and Padme go out to watch a meteor shower one night or something, or they make a visit to a nearby animal sanctuary, or to an orchard to pick some of their own fruit so Thorn can try his hand at baking some new recipes Sola or the handmaidens recommended he try, and Padme just looks at him and knows. She knows that this is the person she wants to spend her life with. She can be happy without him, now, she knows that, too. But she'd rather be happy WITH him, and keep doing things to make HIM happy. So she takes his hand to get his attention and when he turns to look at her, she kisses him. And there's no more shadows, no more hesitation, there's just him, just them.

Thorn ends up designing and creating Padme's wedding dress, and when they eventually start their own family, Padme gives birth to twins, a boy and a girl.

#commander thorn #padme amidala #padme naberrie #star wars #thornidala

[oh-for-fic-sake-library]

Obi-wan Kink Headcannon

A small look into what i think would be obiwans kinks would be.

These are just some quick writing exercises for myself so i can take a little break from my fics. Anyway hope you enjoy 😉

Warnings: obviously smut/kink talk

So sum up obiwan in one word? Repressed. My god the poor man is so repressed when it comes to sex.

A life time of being a well put together perfect jedi with perfect morals has taken its toll.

His late teens early twenties were spent raising anakin. So the man couldnt explore like other jedi his age.

He placed so much pressure on himself that when the time came to finally explore; and anakin was no longer attached to his hip he couldnt let go!

He struggled to give into his lust at first and was actually quite the shy submissive little bean.

He had sought you out quietly, confessing his attraction before revealing he was interested in doing 'stuff' if you wanted to.

To say your jaw went slack was an understatment. You were not what you thought hexd be i to. Loud boisterous and well known for being shall we say adventourous?

Youd been known to have fun. Lets just you didnt shy away from physical relationships. Yolo?

But when obi-wan had approached you, you felt like all your name days had come at once.

Naturally you jumped at the chance, dropping every single plan you had that day and run off with him. Because fuck, this was THE obi-wan.

You quickly found he was not the confident jedi master you had come to know when he was in the bedroom.

He was very very anxious of his reactions trying to keep himself in control. Bless him 🥲

At first he was always whimpering quiet 'no's' as you toyed with him trying to deny himself the most basic of pleasures; like being stuffed down the back of your throat.

It was so sweet, watching him fight with himself, trying to hold back whilst unable to stop his hips from snapping forward. The body was willing, but the jedi was stubborn.

He fought you every step of the way, bending and buckleing as you chipped away at his restraint with vulgar demands and condescending coos about his pitiful whimpers.

Oh yeah he also has a degradation kink. He wanted you to ruin him.

The dark teasing and wicked words brought the jedi master to his knees.

But good god when he finaly embraced his end? Fuck it's beautiful.

He is loud. Like really loud, which is funny becase the man tries so hard to be a quite little church mouse.

He is a masochist. He likes pain. And each time he endulges himself he gets more and more filthy.

It actually frightens you somewhat because his tolerance is high. Higher then your comfortable with if your honest.

Its no real surprise when he comes out as a switch. He does enjoy exercising his dominance.

A switch with big dick energy. (And an actual big dick)

One day you didnt quite push him far enough. He is always one to test his limit. And youd felt hesitant worried of taking things to far with a few of the toys you had.

He'd demanded more strikes, he wanted marks. Welts!

Youd refused beliving he was lost in the pleasure of it all.

That was it, the day you held back he pounced, snapping and turning the tables rather quickly.

You know what they say? Reap what you sow. And by god did you. Youd created a monster.

The man was a fucking menace. An insaitable sadist of the highest calibre.

But he never hurt you, no inflicting pain was not his thing. But pleasure? That was a different story.

He was addicted to watching you unraveled. There was so ething about have you at hos mercy that changed his sex drive. It sent him wild.

And he knew how to use its sharp sting of pleasure to torment you.

He would edge you for hours, teasing and tormenting you to an almost inhumane level for the fun of it.

More. He always needed more, more cum, more tears, more begging and hoarse shouts from you.

He quickly found he much preferred to be on top. He enjoyed being able to release himself in such a way.

He would fuck you like his life depended on it. Railing you, hissing sinister vulgar thoughts any darkness that dwelled within him smothered you in your many sexual encounters.

You somehow ended up becoming his own type of sex therapy; not that you minded, the man was a quick learner.

And then he had the absolute audacity to be the perfect sweet gentleman afterwards.

Offering you tea and a bloody sandwich whist your trying to rememebr how to breath.

#oh for fic sake headcannon #Obi-wan headcannon #obi wan kenobi #obi wan star wars #obi wan #Obi-wan starwars #obi wan imagine #obi wan x you

[overobsessedfanboy23]

Why Tori Meadows is a sith lord

You know... I was thinking about doing some shitpost “proving” that Tori is unironically a god tier duelist that was paid to hold back for the entirety of Zexal and could actually obliterate any duellist foolish enough to stand in her way.

But the thing is... that’s not really a joke to me. I honestly truly believe Tori would be capable of great viciousness as a duellist if just given the chance. Just look at Duel Links:

That is a girl who is out for blood, a war machine in the making, a kid who decided to get serious about duelling to the point of being able to “beat everyone in a snap” (the game’s exact words) just out of rage and spite alone. That is iconic and legitimately deserves more attention in the fandom.

So now for my real arguement: I think Tori Meadows is a sith lord.

Yes, Samuel L. Jackson. This seemingly innocent 13 year old girl is a sith lord, one more powerful than either Darth Sidious or Darth Vader could have ever hoped to be.

Now for people who aren’t familiar with the beloved wonderful six film Star Wars saga, the villains, aka the sith lords, gain power from anger. Fear and anger and hate are a surefire path to fall to the dark side. It’s what did Anakin in and turned him into Darth Vader. Tori in Duel Links fought and destroyed the fools that got in her way with her anger and hate, Astral even confirms this is what gives her power:

Tori duels with anger, she duels with hatred of Yuma’s sheer stupidity, she uses them all to her advantage but unlike every other sith lord in the series, she isn’t destroyed by them. Only one other has managed to accomplish this feat, the most powerful force user in the galaxy: Luke Skywalker. See, he’s the most powerful force user because as of the final chronological film in the saga, Return of the Jedi, he’s the only one left, so he’s the most powerful by default.

Also, more relevantly, he also defeated Darth Vader in a duel with his anger yet didn’t fall to the dark side, throwing his lightsaber aside and refusing to turn to the dark side even after feeling its power firsthand. Tori has managed to do the same within Duel Links, harnessing her anger to give her strength, to give her focus, so she could hunt down Yuma and once she accomplished her goal, was able to let go of her anger, rather than letting it be her undoing like other foolish siths. Tori has done something no other sith before her has managed to do: went down the exact fear, anger, hate pathway without ending up at the final step: suffering.

“But wait!” You cry. “How could Tori possibly be a sith lord if she can’t even use the force?!”

Foolish padawan. A wise sith lord doesn’t reveal their force abilities to the masses, they keep it under wraps until the perfect moment. Palpatine for example. He didn’t use his force abilities to save himself from the Zillo beast in Clone Wars, he kept it secret until perfect moment: the chance to murder four jedi, gain a new apprentice, and take over the entire galaxy.

Tori never had to reveal her abilities because no one was a true threat to her power. Besides, what need would she have to display such abilities in a world where card games seemingly reign supreme? I say seemingly because they do not. The dark side of the force is a pathway to many abilities some consider to be unnatural. It is more powerful than your card games could ever hope to be.

Still not convinced? Take a look at Tori’s eyes compared to Anakin’s dark side eyes:

I think I’ve said enough to convince you :)

I end this obvious shitpost with a warning: the moment Palpatine decided to reveal his sith abilities was the day he committed genocide and took over the galaxy. The day Tori chooses to reveal herself will likely be an even more universe shattering event...

#april fools #yugioh #ygo #yugioh zexal #ygo zexal #zexal #star wars #revenge of the sith #return of the jedi #star wars original trilogy #star wars prequel trilogy #tori meadows #kotori mizuki #sith lord #star wars prequel memes #side note: I don't hate the sequels as much as this post might indicate #I hate ROS as much as anyone but there was potential in the first two films #yugioh duel links #ygo duel links #duel links