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A PLACE IN THE SEA OF STARS
anakin skywalker x f!naberrie!reader word count: 10.4k (my longest yet... i'm so sorry) warnings: two idiots pining, pining, reader is padme's younger sister (whether biological or adopted is up to you), first time having sex, soft smut, angst synopsis: a life spent in padmé amidala's shadow and never once did she ever think she'd be envious of her sister. that is, until anakin skywalker walks his way into her life and she finds herself praying that one day, he'd look at her the way he does at padmé, that she'll be given a place in the sea of stars, that her destiny will include him.
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 It came as no surprise that Anakin Skywalker would be enamored with her second-to-oldest sister.
 After a life spent behind PadmĂ© Amidalaâs shadow, sheâd grown accustomed to itâ being overlooked. But for once, just this once, she wished history wouldnât repeat itself, wished the prophecy could be rewritten and for once, let it be her who was chosen, who was noticed.Â
 But of course, itâs futile.Â
 You can sink to your knees and pray to whatever higher being is in the sky but at the end of the day, there are millions of lost souls just like you doing the same. You can have faith, you can believe that someday youâll be heard but with each silent day that passes, your voice still falls on deaf ears.Â
 Sheâs done her time playing the fool who sinks to her knees and pleads with the night sky to find her a place in the sea of stars, so that she may fit in a constellation too. Sheâs been the statue who's been made to waitâ and sheâs started to crumble.Â
 She remembers the day she started to pray like it was yesterday. It was the day she first met Anakin Skywalker, back when he was only a Padawan, still searching for his own place in the world. Her parents were restless then, having heard of the multiple assassination attempts on their dear second oldest daughter. Of course she was worried too, but she still could feel the guilt that settled into the marrow of her bones when she found herself pondering whether her parents would react the same way if it had been her life at stake instead.Â
 She remembers helping her eldest sister, Sola, and her mother with dinner in preparation for the arrival of their sister PadmĂ© and her Jedi escort. Sheâd been tasked with bringing a bowl of fruit to the table and she remembered nearly being trampled over by her nieces, Ryoo and Pooja, as they squeal PadmĂ©âs name, sprinting for the door.Â
 She remembers huffing, mumbling a curse in an alien language beneath her breath just as their guests step inside, looking up from where she leaned over the table, dropping the bowl down onto the surface. She remembers her breath catching in her throat when her gaze found a sea of blue that put the Naboo waters to shame.Â
 PadmĂ©âs lips curved into a grin as she exclaimed her sisterâs name, circling the table to capture her in an embrace. Her sister wrapped her arms around her and her chin found PadmĂ©âs shoulder as the blue that took her breath away crashed into her and she swore everything changed in that moment.Â
 She remembers the first time Anakin Skywalker looked at her. It was a brief, friendly locking of the eyes but a fleeting moment for him felt like lightyears for her. His eyes were the blue of the water where the sunâs reflection gently ripples and warps. They were the blue of the sky after it rains and the sun begins to spill through the cracks of the wall of clouds.Â
 Sheâs never understood what it meant to be speechless, for something to literally steal the breath away from her lungs. But from the moment her eyes met his, she began to understand.Â
 âAnakin! This is my youngest sister,â PadmĂ© announced, pulling away from their embrace. Her spine stiffened when her sister introduced her and she watched as his full, pink lips moved to form her name. His voice is like nails scraping against the itch she canât reach on her back, his voice is like velvet she can swallow, deliciously soft and rich against her throat.Â
 âItâs nice to meet you,â Anakin dipped his chin in greeting, the silly, little braid falling off his shoulder. She drained the lump that had formed in her throat, bowing her head. Her lips trembled and her breath was shaky as she prepared her salutations but her words fell dead on the tip of her tongue when PadmĂ©âs squeal permeated the room.Â
 âAnd my eldest sister Sola!â
 And just like that, all attention rolled away from her and onto her eldest sisters but she still watched him, heart beating against her chest.Â
 And that was the moment she began to pray.Â
 She prayed, even though the looks heâd given PadmĂ© didnât go unnoticed. The way he watched her, even when she wasnât the one speaking, the way heâd soak in every word, every praise for her that fell past her parentsâ mouths. The way he stared longingly at her sister when he was certain nobody was watchingâ and no one was, for their attentions were on PadmĂ©, save for hers.Â
 It was typical.Â
 It should come as no surprise that everyone would worship the ground her sisterâ the former Queen, current Senator of Nabooâ walked on. Sheâs not surprised that someone young and benign like him would fall in love with her sisterâ sheâd only seen it happen more times than she ever really cared to count.Â
 And sheâd never really cared about all the suitors on their knees at PadmĂ©âs feet beforeâ they were her sisterâs problems, not hers. Sheâd never even really envied her sister, at least in that sense.Â
 But everything changed the moment Anakin stepped through the door. Everything changed the moment their eyes met, if only for the most fleeting of seconds.Â
 So she prayed.Â
 Inside the inner realms of her mind, she sinks to her knees and stares into the void above her, the stars that beamed down at her twinkling, almost as if they taunted her. She swallowed her pride, folding her hands together and raising them to her chin, brow dipping as she pleaded with the higher being in the sky to hear her cry.Â
 âPlease, hear me, Maker,â she whispered into her mind, externally staring at Anakin, internally losing her gaze amongst the stars as if the Maker himself would appear between them. âHear my plea. Whatever destiny youâve pre-written for me, please be sure it includes Anakin Skywalker.â
 She didnât see Anakin Skywalker again for another year after that.Â
 Apparently, being a Jedi means heâs constantly from place to place, but next time they do end up in the same place, itâs even more fleeting than the last. She was beginning to wonder if she would ever see him again, if she was foolish to continue hoping that he might notice her, that he might even love her. But she still remembers the way his eyes flickered in recognition when they caught hers across the courtyard of Theed Royal Palace. His hair was longer and he didnât have that ridiculous braid or tiny ponytail on the back of his neck anymore. The Chancellor was speaking to him and another Jedi with umber hair and a matching beard, but his attention was on her.Â
 He looked⊠darker. As if the years of war had finally begun taking its toll on him. But heâs still the same man heâs always been, still the same one sheâs dreamed about. He even looked better. Â
 They donât get the chance to talk, only share knowing glances, as he was on duty and their paths unfortunately didnât cross. But that gleaming in his eyes, the one that blazes with knowing is all the kindling in the pit of her belly needs to bloom, to blossom into a raging wildfire.Â
 So, she prayed again.Â
 âMaker,â she said into that night sky inside of her head. The stars shone brighter, as if to laugh at the foolish girl beneath them. She ignored them of courseâ because she truly believed that one day, sheâd prove them wrong. âPlease. Hear my plea. Let Anakin Skywalker see me again. Give me a place in your sea of stars and make sure it is in Anakin Skywalkerâs orbit.â
 She doesnât see him again for another two years.Â
 But still, he lingers, just like a phantom weaving through every corner she passes, cloaked in shadow. She sees Anakin Skywalker everywhere she goesâ in the lakes of shining waters out in the country, in the rain that falls on a dark, cloudy day, in the litany of stars that idle in the sky.Â
 She sees him in her dreams, staring the way he did at PadmĂ©. Only, in her dreams, his gaze finds her. Almost like he had that day in the courtyard, but in her dreams, his eyes would linger longer.Â
 His voice calls out to her whenever sheâs sleeping and it lingers in gooseflesh on her skin, frosting over her bones. Sheâll open her eyes when he calls but sheâs never truly awake. Alas, if dreaming is the only way sheâll see Anakin Skywalker again, sheâd gladly succumb to her sleep and trick herself into believing it is real.Â
 Except tonight, she does not think she can take it much longer.Â
 âAnakin,â she whispers one day when she peels her eyelids open after he calls. She says his name like itâll be the last time she ever will. That look is on his face againâ the one sheâs seen so many times directed at her in her dreams, sheâs nearly forgotten it wasnât meant for her in the first place.Â
 She used to wake and long for sleep to come again, just so she could watch him look at her like that.Â
 But three long years of waiting and foolishly praying to beings who do not hear have begun to rust the illusion sheâs deluded herself into hopelessly believing in. Three long years of silence and sheâs finally cracked. She is brokenâ she sees it now. Sheâs grown weary of hoping heâd be the one to fix her.Â
 His lips curve to form a smile and for three years, sheâs fooled herself into believing it could be for herâ truly be for her, outside of her dreams. But to be forthright, sheâs tired. Sheâs grown tired of pretending, tired of clinging onto the dying embers of mere memories of how a man looked at someone that wasnât herâ but rather her sister. Sheâs grown tired of hoping, waiting, praying that one day, he may wander back into her life and thread his way into the tapestry that her destinyâs been woven into.
 Tonight is the night she forfeits with her palms to the sky, tonight is the night she yields to the stars that have taunted her for far too long and admits her defeat. That they were right all along. Tonight is the night she blows away the ashes sheâs desperately held so close to her chest and sealed away in secret urns inside for far too long.Â
 Tonight is the night she lets go.Â
 When she wakes the following morning, birds chirp outside her window. Sunlight spills into her room as it rises over the mountains across the lake and she yawns, stretching her arms over her head. Today is merryâ it is the day her sister, PadmĂ© Amidala, marries.Â
 Today is merry but instead, she feels dread seep into the marrow of her bones. Sheâs happy for her sister, really, she is, but it serves only as a reminder that her time is ticking, and time has turned vexing. It serves as a reminder that she must make haste to find her own purpose, to find someone who will cherish her the way sheâs spent many fortnights dreaming about. Solaâs already married and found her purpose, and PadmĂ©âs had her entire life laid out before her since she was only fourteen years of age.Â
 Sola, the wife and mother, PadmĂ©, the Queen and then the Senator, and then thereâs her. Unsure. Undecided. An ellipsis.Â
 Sheâs envious. How could she not be? Sheâs envious that sheâll never be the perfect mother like Sola, envious that sheâll never live up to PadmĂ©âs legacy, sheâs even grown envious of the stars: they simply idle in the night sky but even their idleness has a purpose because their places have reason, to create constellations that in turn, tell stories.Â
 She knows that after today, the pressure of fulfilling whatever destinyâs been written for her will only further suffocate her. She will suffocate beneath the weight of this pressure and she will be expected to continue breathing. Sheâs tried for so long to keep the air in her lungs but itâs so hard when with each day that passes by, the darkness grows more appealing.Â
 Sheâs tried so hard to find the right path sheâs supposed to take, but there are so many roads, so many choices and so many consequences. Sheâs afraidâ and itâs why sheâs allowed herself to hide in her sistersâ shadows for so long. But it feels so stifling now.Â
 She sighs and blinks up to the terracotta ceiling. And then of course, dread wears her bones for an entirely different reason. Because itâs inevitable that sheâs going to see Anakin Skywalker today. And things will be different.Â
 Itâs been lingering like an annoying, little insect since PadmĂ© announced sheâd invited her Jedi friends to the wedding, ever since she heard Anakinâs name being read off the list. Things were certain to change because he is but a mere guest, and not the groom.Â
 It may have come as no surprise that Anakin would fall for her, but it certainly came as a shock that PadmĂ© wouldnât fall for him.Â
 It makes her flesh blaze with a strange anger sheâs not quite sure how to describe. How could her sister have something she so desperately wanted but not pursue it? How could she reject Anakin when he would willingly break and bend to her every whim? Why must her sister take his infatuation for grantedâ why could it not be given to her instead?
 She thinks it must be some cruel trick the Maker is playing on her, dangling Anakin in front of her like that, cursing him with an unrequited love when she was right there. She thinks it must be the Makerâsâ damn himâ cruel way of taunting her, as if the sneering stars had eyes, his eyes. Even if part of her is relieved Anakin is not marrying her sister, it still feels like a blaster wound to her chest, puncturing her skin and searing her insides.Â
 She hears her name called from outside her roomâs door and groans.Â
 âWhat do you want?â She replies in displeasure as the door slides open. Her eldest sister, Sola, steps into the room and glowers at her youngest sisterâs tone.Â
 âWell, good morning sunshine,â Sola remarks and she rolls her eyes. Sola makes her way towards the bed, dropping a dress the color of fire onto the mattress. âIs there a reason for your ill-temper today?â
 She pushes herself to sit upright, wrinkling her nose at the dress as she takes a fistful of it in her hand. âOrange?â She scoffs, tossing it back down onto the bed. âI thought we were wearing blue?â
 Sola shrugs, plopping down onto the mattress. âPadmĂ© changed her mind last minute,â she says. âI suppose if we wore blue, weâd mesh with the background, donât you think?â
 She sighs and flops back down against her pillows, one arm folded over her stomach, the other folded behind her head. Sola pokes her forefinger against her knee and she grumbles, narrowing her eyes at the ceiling.Â
 âNow, answer the question,â her oldest sister insists. âWhatâs the matter with you?â
 Her eyelids flutter closed and she wishes more than anything that she could simply wink out of existence. Itâs not that she doesnât want to be here for PadmĂ©, she does, but sheâs uncertain how she could possibly explain how she feels to Sola in a way she could understand. Itâs exactly this thatâs made her feel so alone all these years.Â
 Sheâs never had someone who could understand her, really get her. Sheâs always been different from her sisters, even before marriage and coronations and political promotions. Itâs something sheâs certain her sisters have known, that even her parents mustâve known. Sheâs never been jovial and nurturing like Sola, or clever and independent like PadmĂ©. Sheâs always preferred silence and privacy, and maybe thatâs been her problem. But itâs all she knows, being alone.Â
 Solaâs never spent years yearning for a boy who yearns for another, so she couldnât possibly understand. She doesnât think she could even make her understand.Â
 She sighs, lolling her head to the side until her gaze finds Solaâs.Â
 âNot looking forward to wearing that dress for the entire evening,â she says instead. Solaâs eyes roll and she leans over to pinch her calf beneath the covers. She hisses and swats her sisterâs hand away as she clicks her tongue, moving out of the way.Â
 âOh come on, itâs not that bad,â Sola tries to reason.Â
 âItâs hideous,â she deadpans.Â
 Sola deflates with the acceptance of her defeat. She grabs her sisterâs knee, giving it a shake. She glares at her older sister.Â
 âCome on, that canât be the only reason why youâre in such a foul mood,â Sola insists, her bottom lip rolling in a pout and she swears itâs almost comical how her eldest sister can act like such a child. Itâs a wonder how she has children of her own.Â
 She blinks at Sola as a sort of realization creeps onto her eldest sisterâs face and she blinks, internally grimacing. For she knows that whatever is bound to come out of her sisterâs mouth next is going to be completely and utterly wrong.Â
 âI think I get it now,â Solaâs tone is softer, her face falling to match it. âYouâre upset youâll be the last of us to be married.â
 And there it is.Â
 She internally cringes at just how wrong Sola is but she says nothing, further prompting her sister to lean forward, reaching for the hand that rests on her stomach. Her muscles stiffen when she takes it and she wills herself to stay still. It was better to let Sola say whatever she had to say than recoil and deny itâ itâs not like she had any better excuse anyways.Â
 âI know it can be tough,â she begins. âFeeling like youâre left out. Believe me, I had my fair share of it. I was so jealous of yours and PadmĂ©âs relationship when you were younger because I was so much older, I felt like I just didnât quite fit in with you two.â
 Her eyes finally meet Solaâs and she begins to see her eldest sister in a different light. All this time, sheâs believed sheâs the only one whoâs felt this wayâ lost, left behind. While this isnât quite the same context, she still feels her heart tremble in her chest for her sister, still feels like somethingâs shifted. Itâs at least one thing they can understand each other on.Â
 âBut then, I found my husband. And then I had Ryoo and Pooja,â Sola continues. âAnd it was the best thing thatâs ever happened to me. Iâve never been so happy in my life.â
 Solaâs grip tightens around her hand and she leans forward to place her other one on top. âI know it must seem hard, seeing as both PadmĂ© and I are marriedâ well, almost anyway.â Her lips curve into a soft, reassuring grin. âBut youâll find that same happiness one day. I just know it. So donât fret, little sister.â
And there, she fears, is where her sister misses the plot.Â
 She almost wants to laugh at how ridiculous this all sounds. She remains silent, however, and Sola gives the back of her hand one last reassuring pat before she lets go, sliding off of the mattress.Â
 âAnyways, Iâm going to breakfast. You should come too before all the blue waffles are gone.â
 She watches as her eldest sister slips out of the room, the door sliding closed behind her and she sighs, digging her knuckles into her closed eyelids until the galaxy shimmers before her. How could Sola have come so close to understanding her one minute only to read her so wrong the next?
 She doesnât make any effort to get out of bed and in all honesty, she wishes she could simply stay here forever, or at least for the rest of the night. At least long enough that she doesnât have to face Anakin Skywalker.Â
 Because even though sheâs already promised herself that sheâd let him go, she wasnât entirely certain she could hold true to her own word when she sees him again.
 The day goes by in a blur. In the blink of an eye, sheâs wearing a satin dress in that deep orange she finds hideous beside Sola who stands beside PadmĂ©. PadmĂ© stands facing her husband-to-be, fingertips delicately placed in his palms as they recite their vows.Â
 The sun paints the villaâs terrace with an orange glow and she watches it sink beneath the mountains across the lake from the corner of her eye. The sunlight looks like fire rippling in the gentle waves of the water below and she has to look away because she thinks of Anakin, how his eyes glimmer just the same.Â
 Sheâs determined to keep her gaze away from the audience, however, because she knows heâs there, the incarnation of all sheâs ever wanted, of all her bad ideas, of everything she cannot trust herself with in one. She searches the ground below, watches the way her dress ruffles with the breeze, like fire askew in the wind.Â
 PadmĂ© says something that makes the audience erupt in laughter and it startles her, so much that the hair on the back of her neck erects. When she flinches, she makes the mistake of blinking upâ right into the eyes sheâd been bound to avoid all night.Â
 The world around Anakin Skywalker seems to stir until itâs all wet, blurry hues of orange, green, and white. Anakin is the only one she sees in high resolutionâ she can see every lock of wavy, dark blonde hair, every rippling wave in his irises, the scarlet line that slices just beside his right eye. Sheâd never seen this scar beforeâ it must be new.Â
 But whatâs the most peculiar of all is that she meets his eyesâ she meets his eyes. Sheâd blinked up to find heâd already been staring, already transfixed on her by the time their gazes met and his eyes had illuminated with that same knowing gleam sheâd seen in them that day in the royal courtyard.Â
 Anakin Skywalker is looking at her and she is not in a dream. Itâs both momentous and utterly devastating all the same.
 She isnât quite sure whether to look away or not. This is what she's mooned over more times than her pride will allow her to admit. Sheâs dreamed this many nights, for Anakin Skywalker to simply look at her and now he is. Anakin Skywalker is looking at her and she should feel elated but instead she feels⊠conflicted.Â
 Does her heart flutter in her chest? Sure.Â
 Does her stomach twist itself into knots? Certainly.Â
 She felt so confident just the night before when she threw her hands up in surrender to the black sky, admitting her defeat to the stars who spent many moons mocking her that she was done. She felt so confident that she was ready to move on, to let go of this desire sheâs harbored for Anakin for so long.Â
 With the simplest of looks, Anakin Skywalker has proven capable of crumpling the paper walls sheâd placed around herself. She was left feeling feeble, exposed and any sense of courage she thought she had was now lost.Â
 Because three years of waiting and praying to higher entities who did not hear her pleas could not cease overnight. Her attraction to Anakin Skywalker could not cease in hours. She thought sheâd extinguished the last flames of her withering hope but, as it turns out, a single dying ember remained. It means a part of her still yearned for him. A part of her still burned for him.Â
 She wonders now, that heâs still looking at her, what possibly goes on inside his head. Why does he look at her now? Why does he stare, why do his lips twitch before curving in a smile when their eyes meet, why do they irradiate the longer her gaze lingers on his? Why does he not look sad at the wedding of the woman he loves? Why does he not even look at PadmĂ©?
 Her mind swirls like a tempestâ churning with unhinged, vicious anguish. She has to look away before the acid that bubbles in her throat can come to fruition but she canât, and Anakin seemingly canât tear his gaze away from her either. Itâs all the more sickening and earth-shattering nonetheless. Her heart swells and pounds in her chest, the border of her vision beginning to blur with the familiar sting of tears. Her head is aching and itâs all just too muchâ she needs an escape.Â
 âI now pronounce you, husband and wife.â
 She blinks away her emotion to the best of her ability, using the end of the ceremony as an excuse to look away as the crowd around her thunders with applause. Her mind is reeling and she feels like her head is spinning as she subconsciously claps her palms together, the sound muffled like water in her ears. The watercolor around her stirs until itâs clear again and the entire world suddenly seems to move againâ itâs her, this time, thatâs in slow motion.Â
 The cheering sounds like thunder, the applause like rain pelting against a window, and her mind begins to crumple, just like metal. She longs for escape, to flee and to be beside herself for the rest of the night. PadmĂ© and her husband begin walking back down the aisle as their guests congratulate them, tossing flower petals into the air above them. She thinks that this is her chance to escape, she thinks everyone is distracted enough that no one will notice her leaving.Â
 They never cared to notice her before anyways.Â
 She begins to shuffle away but she doesnât make it very far before her stomach lurches when someone clasps a hand around her wrist, tugging her forward. She snaps her head to the source to find her eldest sister, Sola, with her face illuminated by a grin.Â
 âCome on!â Sola exclaims, dragging her down the aisle and back inside the villa. âItâs time to party!â
 Dread drains the blood from her cheeks but sheâs given no time to protest before sheâs being dragged down the aisle, right past Anakin Skywalker. She doesnât dare look up but she feels him when she passes by, a mere brush of the arms, the feeling of his elbow brushing going just as fast as it came.Â
 And itâs still enough to make liquid of her insides.Â
 She drowns in a sea of people as she and Sola find PadmĂ©, wrapped in their motherâs arms. She can hear her heart drum in her ears as Sola releases her hand to draw PadmĂ© into an embrace, tears streaming down the apples of her cheeks. Everyone around her is so happy and she should be tooâ but she still feels like sheâs beside the altar, caught in the trap Anakin has seemingly laid out for her.Â
 A tear thatâs been painfully dormant in her eye falls and sheâs certain her distress shows on her face but it must be easily mistaken for tears of joy, because PadmĂ© pulls away from Sola to turn to her, drawing her in for a hug. Her sisterâs arms wrap around her body, a palm on her back, the other cupping the back of her head. Even Sola reaches forward to give her upper arm a reassuring squeeze, undoubtedly thinking back to the conversation theyâd had earlier.Â
 âDonât cry for me, baby sister,â PadmĂ© laughs tearfully beside her ear. She can feel PadmĂ©âs smile against her shoulder. She pulls away and rubs her palms up and down the length of her arms. âIâm still the same PadmĂ© Iâve always been.â
 Sheâs unable to replyâ again, sheâs misunderstood. But itâs her sisterâs wedding day, she wonât burden her with her own confliction. So she swallows the boulder-sized lump in her throat, curving her lips just enough to form a tight-lipped smile.Â
 âIâm just⊠happy for you,â she manages. PadmĂ© cups her cheek and soothes the pad of her thumb over her skin before Ryoo and Pooja draw her attention away. PadmĂ©âs hands fall from her arms and finally, she can breathe.Â
 But even that is momentary.Â
 âYou make a perfectly fine bride if I do say so myself, Senator.â
 Her spine stiffens. She knows that voice. And she knows exactly who is near when she hears it.Â
 PadmĂ© laughs and tosses her hands. âObi-Wan,â she greets him just like an old friend would, pulling him in for an embrace. âAnd little Ani.â
 How is it that sheâs already seen him more tonight than she has in the past three years? She sees Anakinâs dark boots from the top of her vision, not daring to tear her gaze from the ground.Â
 âPadmĂ©,â Anakinâs deep, enriching voice sounds and rumbles deep in her belly. She shifts uncomfortably where she stands, desperate to flee. She thinks she can manage it nowâ Obi-Wan and Anakin are engrossed with PadmĂ© now, right?Â
 She begins to make her first attempt of escape, taking slow, careful steps to the side until her second effort crumbles when Anakin speaks her name.Â
 Ice frosts over her spine and sheâs no choice but to acknowledge the man she was so intent on avoiding the entire evening. PadmĂ© and Obi-Wan are engrossed in their own conversation but Anakinâs gaze remains on her, eyes even sparkling when she finally meets them.Â
 Her mouth is a desiccated oasis and her throat feels like a desert as it constricts painfully when she swallows. Still, she manages to breathe out, âAnakin.â
 Itâs the first time she can ever recall having a true, proper conversation with him. The last time being when they said their goodbyes that very first time before he and PadmĂ© left for the Lake Country. Itâs confusing how this is everything sheâs ever wanted yet, she feels an urge to push it all away.Â
 Anakin clears his throat and his eyes flicker to his feet for a moment as if he could possibly be nervous before they find hers again. âYou look good,â he says and her heart stops beating in her chest. âThat dress is beautiful on you.â
 She thinks she could punch him.Â
 Or kiss him.Â
 She has to look away, or she may very well do the latter.Â
 She wonders if this is some cruel, senseless joke the Maker is playing on her. She wonders if sheâd upset him by unlatching herself from his hook and this is his way of reeling her back in. She hates that it has the potential to work.Â
 âIâŠâ she stammers and closes her lids frustratedly, willing air back into her lungs. She shakes her headâ she cannot be here any longer. She may very well explode if she has to succumb to this torture for even a second more. ââŠthanks. Now, if youâll excuse me.â
 And then, she bolts.Â
 Sheâs lost track of how long sheâs been locked in her room, sitting in the window, staring at the moonlight that ripples in the water below. It was long enough for the chatter downstairs to quiet to murmurs until it finally ceased altogether. The villa is now quiet and suddenly, her room feels suffocating.Â
 With a sigh, her feet meet the floor and she pushes away from the window seat, cupping her neck to roll it around her shoulders as she pads towards the door. It slides open and she slips through, making her way down the hallway leading towards the main foyer. Her dress flows behind her like flames in the wind, the satin cool against her legs as she walks. Fresh, night air greets her and she inhales, letting it flood her lungs as she saunters to the wide terrace ahead.Â
 She stops at the stone arches of the railing and exhales, feeling the wind sift its fingers through her hair, breathing on her skin like a lover in the throes of passion. It caresses her neck and rolls down her back, leaving gooseflesh in its wake.Â
 Sheâd spent many nights just like this one. Staring at the moon rippling through the water, at the stars that twinkle overhead, the sky that blackens behind them. Sheâd spent many nights praying, releasing her pleas into the air and letting it drift away with the breeze.Â
 She does not pray this time. When she lifts her head to brave the dark that faces her, she merely asks why.Â
 âWhy, Maker,â she whispers beneath her breath. Thereâs an edge, a strain to her voice that stings her throat, that feels like daggers to her chest. âWhy must you be so cruel? I have done everything, I have given you everything. Why wasnât it enough? Why do you mock me now?â
 The stars overhead gleam as they cackle, sneering at the misfit below. âYouâll never have a place among us,â they seem to say. Tears well in her eyes and she drops her head, fingernails scraping the stone edge of the railing. She leans back on her heels and wills herself to breathe before a sob could wrack her body.Â
 She feels lost and utterly alone, and she truly begins to feel like the weight of this prolonged pain has started to fall on top of her. Sheâs lost and alone and her entire world has started to crumble around her. And then she hears her name.Â
 Itâs like the call that haunts her every time she closes her eyes, the same velvety voice that caresses her ear every night when she lies down in bed. But it is not a ghostly whisper this time, because it is real.Â
 Footsteps sound behind her and she further scratches her nails against the railing.Â
 âI was wondering where you wandered off to,â Anakin remarks as he approaches and she can feel him beside her, like a whisper of shadow creeping along her skin. She rolls back onto the balls of her feet and stands straight, sniffing.Â
 âAnakin,â she says, steadily, methodically. As if it took great effort to say it without stammering. She can see him out of her peripheral, dark blonde curls falling when he leans an elbow against the railing, tilting his head in an attempt to meet her eye.Â
 She does not move.Â
 âI was looking for you, you know,â he continues. âYou mustâve found a good hiding spot.â
 She rolls her bottom lip between her teeth. âI was in my room,â she replies simply, a steely, monotone in her voice.
 Anakin inhales and hums. âThen it makes sense why I could not find you. I would never barge into a ladyâs room.â
 Itâs an attempt at humor but she feels anything but. Sheâs stuck between a rock and a hard place with seemingly no clear solution in sight. She could walk away. She should walk away. She shouldn't spend a single second more in Anakin Skywalkerâs presenceâ she simply couldnât trust herself to not betray her own vow.Â
 Or she could stay. She could stay and once again succumb to the foolâs game sheâs been playing. She could stay and let Anakin Skywalker tie another noose around her neck, allowing him to drag her along for another three years.Â
 She knows what is right. She knows what she should do.Â
 But sheâs frozen.Â
 She cannot move, cannot even bring her lips to move so she can speak. She instead wilts, like a rose who once stood beautifully now losing its color, shriveling in on herself until she inevitably withers away.Â
 She can feel Anakin draw himself just an inch closer beside her, and heâs like a single drop of rain thatâs enough to somewhat salvage the husk of who she once was.Â
 âWhy do you avoid me?â He asks and itâs a question so simply but so damn infuriating all the while. Sheâs been a volcano in dormancy up until this point, but thereâs a rumbling deep within her, threatening to erupt.Â
 âWhy are you doing this?â She questions, snapping her head towards him, brows dipped and drawn. Anakin blinks and draws back, a dent forming between his own brows.Â
 âDoing what?â He asks and that feeling of wanting to ram her fist into his face comes back. She turns to fully face him and he pushes off the railing, uncertainty warping his features.Â
 âThis,â she gestures between them. âStaring at me. Talking to me. As if weâve spoken more than hellos and goodbyes to each other.â
 Anakin raises a brow, the one his scar pierces, and it warps with the movement.Â
 She continues. âAnd then you have the audacity to tell me I look beautiful in this gods-awful dress just to spite me.â She is a volcano, no longer dormant, no longer overlooked. She is exploding and Anakin is unfortunate enough to be in her wake.Â
 He shakes his head. âSpite you?â He repeats. She begins to pace, a hand on her hip, the other rubbing her chin. Anakin follows, exactly like a lost puppy. âI wasnâtâ I would neverââ
 âDonât say youâd never,â she turns on him, sticking an accusatory finger in his face. He blinks from it back to her, that ocean in the irises of his eyes raging, lightning cracking in the sinkhole at its center. She drops her hand and it curls at her side, her fists two shaking balls of fury. Blood bites her cheeks and she thinks of all the times sheâs imagined speaking with Anakin Skywalker, of being alone with him.Â
 This certainly was not how sheâd ever imagined the scenario playing out.Â
 She inhales. âDonât say youâd never do anything to spite me while you are actively using me to get over PadmĂ©,â she exhales, braving the stormy sea in his eyes. The tide shifts and his manner does too and she believes sheâs already cracked him. She thinks sheâs already shattered the illusion he was trying to create, that sheâs lifted the wool heâs tried to veil over her eyes.
 She thinks that he believes whatever game he was trying to play was over.Â
 Anakin straightens. âYou have no idea what you are talking about,â he says and she scoffs, backing away.Â
 âDonât I?â She retorts. âYou donât think Iâve noticed how youâve always looked at her? How youâve always loved her?âÂ
 It brings her great pain to merely mention it. Her palms wipe at her face as tears begin welling in her eyes again, her cheeks warm as she desperately tries to quell the beginnings of a sob that stutters through her chest. She realizes now that by keeping all of these emotions, these feelings sheâs harbored for Anakin for so long bottled has made her restless, has made her tick like a time bomb.Â
 And her time to detonate has come.Â
 He says her name again and tries to step forward, reeling back when she steps away from him. His hand wrapped in a leather glove hovers in the air between them and he drops it with an exasperated sigh.Â
 âYour sister means a great deal to me, yes,â he begins. âBut it is notââ
 âMy sister is the sole reason why you torment me!â She snaps. âAnd you have no right to use how I feel against me just because she does not love you back.â
 Her words are an arrow meant to strike, to pierce through his chest, his heart her target. Her words are meant to cut deep, to draw blood, to make him bleed just like she has everyday since they met. She thinks they will, she thinks her blows will etch deep, will even leave scars in their wake. Part of her longs to see that pained expression upon his face, just like the one she wears now.Â
 But her arrow merely grazes, soaring past until it sinks in the shining waters below.Â
 Anakinâs face shifts but it is not in the way she thought it would, not in the way she hoped it would. His brows dip and his eyes swarm with a pained sort of desperation sheâs never seen before in someone. She certainly never expected to see it in someone like him. His chest rises and falls with his breaths as he steps forward again. She stands still, unable to move. She is stunnedâ Anakin Skywalker has surprised her.Â
 âPadmĂ© does not love me,â he admits. âI met her when I was only a child. The only girl Iâd ever seen before her was my own mother. So, of course, I felt drawn to her.â Her jaw tightens and her lips fall together in a firm, thin line. Anakinâs brows knit closer together and thereâs a flicker in his eyes that she swears looks like the predecessor to tears.Â
 She doesnât quite want to believe it. He could not cry.Â
 âAnd I spent a decade pining, a decade praying that Iâd one day see her again, a decade hoping sheâd been counting down the days until she saw me again, just like I was.â
 She doesnât believe what sheâs hearing. Itâs a reflection of her own story, her own foolish pining, her own foolish praying but not hers, but Anakinâs. Her heart stutters in her chest and she forgets to breathe, having to gasp to gather air back into her lungs.Â
 Sheâs never once felt like she could be understood. Sheâs never once felt like anyone else could experience the inner turmoil she has, the seemingly fruitless yearning she has.Â
 But sheâs realizing now that that's not true. Not anymore, at least. Everything is changing right before her eyes.Â
 âAnd then I did,â Anakin shakes his head, a humorless laugh leaving his lips. âAnd I felt nothing. But I tried. I tried to convince myself I loved her. But I just⊠didnât.â
 Her brow furrows and Anakinâs gaze darkens as it finds hers.Â
 âI spent a decade obsessing over someone I didnât really know, and how could I? I was a child.â His eyes search hers, searching for something unbeknownst to her. But she lets him. âI didnât know what love was. All I knew was infatuation. I didnât know what it meant to truly feel seen, to truly feel drawn to someone.â
 Anakin pauses and she gets the feeling that whatever he says next will be calamitous.Â
 âUntil I saw you again, that day outside the palace.â
 Her lips tremble and her breath shudders, an icy chill frosting over her skin. To think heâs thought about her everyday since their eyes briefly met in the midst of a crowded courtyard was hard to believe yet, when she looks at Anakin Skywalker now, she sees the softening of his brow, the quiver in his lips, the honesty in his eyes.Â
 Sheâs only ever imagined one look in his eyes. Desire.Â
 But she looks at him now and finds an entire galaxyâ thereâs longing, thereâs earnest, thereâs optimism, thereâs burning. As it turns out, living creatures are not black and white like she initially thought them to be. Anakin Skywalker is a complex creature, made of flesh and blood and of an intricacy sheâd never stopped to consider before.Â
 Heâs even better than sheâs imagined heâd be.Â
 Every moment spent under the stars, praying that sheâd one day have a place among them, that she one day would sit among them with purpose rather than in an ellipsis suddenly begins to feel like it wasnât all for nothing after all. Every prayer sheâs whispered into the night breeze with Anakin Skywalkerâs name in it suddenly feels like they begin to matter, like they begin to come true.Â
 Still, she is wary, and Anakin seems to recognize this caution.Â
 He takes a step closer and he steals the breath from her chest, just like he had the first moment she saw him. Her fingers twitch, itching to find his, her palms tingling with the desire to feel his skin, her lips buzzing with yearning. She does not touch him, she does not kiss him, she does not do anything. She simply waits for the rest of his story to unfold and her brain aches with the hope that it will unravel into hers.Â
 âI saw you that day at the palace to find you were already looking at me. That you were already seeing me,â he mutters, a little breathlessly. âIt may have been for⊠for only a moment but when you looked at me, I feltâŠâ he trails off, a furrow in his brow as he searches for the correct word. ââŠI felt⊠like something shifted.â
 She watches as he rolls his lips together, watches as the moonlight catches how they glisten with spittle. Her breath catches a little bit, her gaze lingering there, her desire to lap it all up flaring.Â
 âIt felt like there was a string there between us Iâd never noticed before,â he continues. âThere was a connection Iâd never realized until the moment our eyes met. I felt you, and I felt you see me. There hasnât been a day thatâs passed by since where I didnât feel you, where I didnât feel like we were connected, like we were two stars written in the same constellation.â
 Her chest rises and falls to the erratic beating of her heart as Anakin draws nearer, the hand with his glove meeting her cheek with a tenderness sheâd felt from no one before. Sheâd never realized how starved of touch sheâs been until now and it feels so invigorating. Her stare drops to his lips and she feels that string Anakin mustâve been talking about, feels it drawing her closer into his mouth.Â
 âPadmĂ© does not love me back, and I do not care,â he says in just above a whisper, his voice rising and falling in a way that jellifies her knees, that makes liquid of her insides. âBecause I am burningâ foolishly, maybe, yesâ for you.â
 She inhales sharply and it truly feels like all her prayers are finally being answered, like sheâs being inducted into her rightful place in the sea of stars. And in her constellation, Anakin Skywalker resides too.Â
 She reaches up with a hand to hold the crook of his elbow thatâs strung between them as he brings his other, ungloved hand to rest on her other cheek. She feels his skin on her cheek as the pad of his thumb soothes over the warmth of her flesh and her body quakes with shivers that roll down her spine all the way to her toes. He begins to lean in, his breath hot where it fans against her skin but she tilts backwards, just enough for him to halt, a quirk in one of his brows.Â
 âI will not let you settle for me, Anakin Skywalker,â she whispers, admitting that insecurity still lingers, despite his words. Anakinâs eyes narrow as he uses his hands on either sides of her face to draw her in, his lips but a mere whisper away from hers when he murmurs, âsettle? This is not settling. This is binding.â
 Then, his lips are on hers in an electrifying bind that shatters her spine with cracks of lightning and she falls into him, her hands on either of his forearms to keep herself steady.Â
 Anakin kisses her with an ardor she could never even dream up in all of her wildest of fantasies. He kisses her and she feels like she finally fits in her dress, as it is the color of fire and sheâs engulfed in flames. He kisses her and he is the flame that lights her candle, the flame that melts her from the center, that makes heat course through her that washes all the way down to her toes. He kisses her and she is melting, right into him.Â
 His tongue pirouettes over hers and she hums into his mouth, feeling his fingers thread through her hair. Her heart is pounding and her lips are buzzing but all she feels is Anakin, she feels the muscles in his arms, the warmth that radiates off his body and spills into her. She feels the push and pull of the passion, the yearning heâs kept inside all this time. She feels her own longing and fervor pour into him and they are floating, two clouds that collide into one another to become one.Â
 Anakin steps forward and steps backwards until she hits a wall. When they pull away for breath, she realizes heâs backed her into one of the pillars, a vine caught in the hair on the back of her head. Their chests heave with the weight of their breaths and she watches as Anakinâs hand, not the gloved one, but the one with skin rises, following it as it reaches for her neck. She shudders when he touches her collarbone, exposed from the side of the fiery satin of her dress. His fingertips sear her skin as it drags to the neck of her dress, following the satin where it wraps around her throat, all the way to the back of her neck where the lace falls.Â
 Her breath catches when his fingers find the small strings keeping her dress together. Her gaze finds his again to find heâs already staring, a narrow, earnest look upon his face that darkens his eyes and hardens his features. There is a silent question that hangs in the air between them: âdo you want to stop?â
 Maybe theyâre moving too fast. Maybe this is crazy, maybe theyâre simply caught up in the moment, high off the feeling of burning for someone who burns for them too. But after years of pining, of waiting, of praying, it only feels right.Â
 But still, she asks, âwhat if someone sees? Someone like Obi-Wan who can get you in trouble?â
 Anakin shakes his head, âthey wonât. Now, I donât want to talk about Obi-Wan. Do you want to stop?â
 The shake of her head is all Anakin needs to see before he unlaces the strings holding her dress together, the satin falling like a spark blazing down the frayed edges of a rope until it pools at her elbows. Her breasts spill from the dress and the nightâs ghostly whisper chills her skin, peaking her nipples.Â
 Anakinâs eyes devour and she is prey.Â
 His stare pierces through her skin to the marrow of her bones that catch a chill and she quakes. He meets her eyes again as his hands drift lower, dipping until they finally find her chest. A sharp gasp escapes when his palms cup either of her breasts and she arches into his touch, already aching for more.Â
 âAnakin!â She gasps in a breathy exclaim when he dips his chin to press a kiss over the top of one of her breasts, heat blossoming in his lipsâ wake. His eyes catch her again, a little warily. âIs this okay?â He asks, his voice low and gravely, scratching the itch in her brain she didnât even know she had. It makes her knees feel weak and if it hadnât been for his body pressed up against hers, she wouldâve crumpled straight to the ground.Â
 âYes,â she breathes, chest heaving into his palms. âIâm sorry, Iâve just⊠neverâŠâ
 Anakinâs lips curve and she can see a flash of white peek between them. He shakes his head. âMe neither,â he admits with a breathy laugh and she titters too, grateful for the fact that sheâs not the only one whoâs a little green.Â
 âCan I keep going?â He questions and his voice is liquid desire, melting straight down to her core. She swallows the lump thatâs formed in her throat, nodding. âPlease,â she adds, feeling her heart beat straight into his palm.Â
 Anakinâs head dips again and she watches, cheeks warm as he places an open-mouthed kiss just above her nipple. His palm kneads the other breast as his lips venture just an inch lower, finding the peaked bud that awaits, suckling it into his mouth.Â
 Itâs like electricity flooding through her veins.Â
 She throws her head back, lips falling agape as her eyelids snap closed, soaking in the pleasure of Anakinâs lips on her nipple. He cautiously flicks his tongue against the bud, watching through his lids as a moan falls from her lips, encouraging him to do it again. He flattens his tongue against her nipple and licks a long, fat stripe from the underside of it up, feeling her tremble in his arms. He lets go of her breast with a wet pop, trailing kisses through the valley between them to make his way to the other.Â
 Touching him, feeling him, kissing him is somehow even better than sheâd ever imagined, even after all those years of dreaming for moments like this. She canât believe sheâs gone so long without feeling him like this, she doesnât think she can ever stop touching him.Â
 Anakin suckles on her breast, flicking his tongue against her nipple as his hand not wrapped in a glove ventures down her body, past her waist, down her hip. He pulls the satin material of her dress up until his arm can sneak his way beneath it and she shivers when his fingers find her center over her underwear. Her nails dig into his sleeves above his shoulders, holding her breath as he finds the wet spot in her underwear, gently pressing against it.Â
 Her hands tighten on his shoulders and ceases all movement, peering up at her. âYouâre wet,â he says rather matter-of-factly because of course she is, how could she not be? She nods down at him, swallowing thick layers of saliva down her throat. âCan I touch you here?â He asks and his voice drops to that silky, velvety tone that makes her core ache. She presses her lips together to stifle her groan, head vigorously nodding up and down.Â
 âGods yes, Anakin,â she moans, slowly rocking her hips against his finger. âPlease.â
 She feels filthy in a way for asking, for needing friction so desperately. Sheâs only ever taken her own fingers when sheâs too lost in pleasure at night to sleep, never been touched by anyone else but itâs all she craves now, for Anakinâs fingers to touch her, for himâ whatever part it may beâ to be inside her.Â
 A flame had been ignited in the pit of her belly long ago, back when Anakin first stepped through the door the day they met. Itâs sat stagnant for too long, waiting for its moment to further bloom and now it has. It blossomed when her eyes met Anakinâs that day in the courtyard but itâs now in full bloom, now that they burn together, now that his kisses have seared her skin, now that his fingers are pulling her underwear down her thighs, just enough that he can reach her center.Â
 When his fingertips brush her clit, she bursts.Â
 Anakinâs arm wraps around her waist as she practically collapses into him, his middle finger drawing circles against her clit, his breath hot as his lips rest on her brow.Â
 âIs this good?â He asks against her forehead. âDo you feel good?â He questions again as he adds his forefinger to the mix, applying just a little more pressure and it makes her eyes roll.Â
 âYes, just⊠just donât stop,â she exhales, feeling her stomach twist itself into a knot, his fingers against her clit threatening to pull it undone any moment.Â
 So he doesnât.Â
 Heâs unrelenting in the way his fingers press to the aching bud in her center, tracing tight circles until her eyes squeeze closed so hard, milky-ways shimmer behind her lids. He dares venture lower, gathering her slick on the pads of his fingers as he teases near her entrance. Itâs a foreign and strange feeling, itâs a pattern sheâs traced many times with her own fingers but never been touched by someone else. Even in spite of how many nights she spent trekking that path wishing it was Anakinâs fingers instead, but itâs still strange feeling him there now.Â
 She clutches his arm tighter and he slows, beginning to retract his hand. She stops him, lifting her head until their eyes meet again.Â
 âNo,â she pants, shaking her head. âDonât stop, just⊠just take it slow.â
 He nods, his finger a little unsure as it circles her entrance, unintentionally teasing until she begins to crack. Sheâs panting, trying to wiggle her hips so that she can draw his fingers in, seeking that feeling of being full. Anakin dips his forefinger into her hole and she tosses her head back, her lips parting for an âohâ to emit.Â
 He watches her face, even if she canât see it, she can feel his gaze behind her closed lids. He is testing the waters, learning what makes her moan, what makes her squirm, what makes her come. Slowly, he sinks his finger further in and she feels every single millimeter that drags along her walls until heâs knuckle deep. Her legs feel like jelly and her knees begin to wobble, nails clinging to his sleeves like they were her lifeline.Â
 Pressure builds in the pit of her belly as Anakin carefully retracts his finger, just to sink it back in again, a slow, cautious rhythm that leaves her mind spinning. His fingers are so much bigger than hers and she already feels so stuffed despite it only being one finger. Somehow, itâs too much and not enough at the same time.Â
 âAna⊠Anakin,â she gasps, peeling open her lids to find heâs already looking. His finger slows but picks up its pace again when he realizes sheâs not in any pain. âAnother.â
 His brow dips and his head tilts in confusion, uncertain what she means. She gathers moisture on her lips, trying to speak through the pleasure-driven haze in her mind.Â
 âAnother finger. Please.â
 Their eyes lock and thereâs a flicker in his, a hint of doubt.Â
 âAre you suââ
 âPlease.â
 So, Anakin gathers her lips with his and she mewls into his mouth when he presses his middle against his pointer, sinking them into her cunt until they reach as far as they can. Sheâs trembling against him but he keeps her upright, with his arm and with his lips.Â
 Just one of Anakinâs fingers had made her feel stuffed but two of his fingers made her feel full to the brim. Her walls clench around his fingers and she gasps his name like the beginning of a prayer, pleading for more.Â
 Itâs a twist on the prayers she recites to the Maker every night. Itâs rewriting her every broken hymn, transforming it into something entirely new. She moans Anakinâs name and his fingers turn it into a song so that she cries like a dove into the night. The Maker may have left her feeling broken, wasted, unimportant but Anakin has found her, patched her up, polished her until sheâs brand new.Â
 The tangle in her belly begins to rupture, slowly unraveling and so she pushes his arm away, his fingers sliding out of her cunt, her walls pulsing with the loss. They both pant and Anakinâs face hardens in question as his chest heaves.Â
 âWhat is it?â He asks, searching her face.Â
 She gathers air deep in her chest. âI wantâŠâ She trails off, her embarrassment washing over her cheeks in blood. Her gaze drops and Anakin tilts his head to find it again, their eyes locked. He says nothing, only the nod of his head encourages her to continue. ââŠI want more. I want⊠I want you toâŠâ
 She purses her lips in frustration. For heavenâs sake, sheâs talking to the man who just had his fingers inside of her mere moments ago. Why does she feel embarrassed now?
 She takes another deep breath, mustering the courage to tell what she truly wants. ââŠI want you to feel good too.â
 Something shifts in Anakinâs eyes. It could be easily mistaken as a trick of the light but she sees it, she feels it. Anakin is burning just the same as her, his pupils becoming a backdrop behind the fires of desire, and she burns within it.Â
 She watches as Anakinâs hand sinks below the belt around his middle, all the way down to the waistband of his trousers beneath his dark tunic. She watches with her breath lodged at the base of her throat as he pulls down his pants, just enough for his cock to be set free and oh, it is just like her dreams but even better.Â
 Nothing could have ever prepared her for the sight of Anakin Skywalkerâs cock. Not even the wildest of her dreams could ever capture the essence of the art of Anakin Skywalker. He is handcrafted by the gods themselvesâ he is the physical embodiment of masterpiece.Â
 He steps forward and towers over her, his breath like smoke rolling over her face. She peers up at him, her chest heaving with the effort of breathing. His hands find either side of her face and she stops breathing altogether, wondering what he will do next.Â
 Then, âput your arms here,â he whispers, guiding her arms over his shoulder. âAnd hold on.â
 She squeals when he drops his hands to the undersides of her thighs, lifting her off the ground so that her ankles lock behind his back. Her arms tighten around his neck as he presses her back against the pillar, his chest pressed into hers. She can feel his length as itâs squeezed between either of their bodies and her walls clench around nothing, practically sobbing to feel him inside.Â
 For a moment, the world stills around them and itâs like when she sees him in the audience during PadmĂ©âs wedding. The night stirs and blurs until itâs dark watercolor, but Anakin is what she sees in high resolution. Itâs the perfect mirageâ she and Anakin feel like two stars in the middle of the black abyss above, forming their own little constellation.Â
 And when Anakin finally slides himself inside of her, she feels like her place in the sea of stars has been cemented. She finally feels like sheâs where she belongs.
a/n; SO! MY LONGEST IMAGINE YET.... may or may not have gotten a bit carried away (more like a little too wordy...) BUT! i really hope some of you enjoy and i truly appreciate anyone who reads this all the way through. i know 10k words is a lot đ also i hope this doesnât seem too insta-lovey⊠this idea just came to me in a dream so i wrote what I dreamt lol
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I FINALLY FOUND IT iâve been searching for this for like a year oh my god
i hate when people are like âyeah hes hot but hes also evil so i cant like him. đâ like babe thats literally the best part
When y/n does something so cringe that i have to stop reading the fic for a wile before start reading again




