Whats up losers xxx. so these can be read as a whole thing or four separate fics (thats how it was written but it kinda all flows together) also it doesn’t have to be dealing with MHA it just uses the League of Villains as a name :) also just an fyi I kinda wrote this with Tomura’s Quirk which allows him to disintegrate anything he touches with all five fingers.
It was chaos in its purest form, burnt fallen timber, making background noise to the screeching life forms that the galaxy’s group of villains was taking down. It was a beautiful planet that the League of Villains had no problem ruining, wanting nothing more than to cremate the entire globe.
The first few moments that Anakin and his master got off the spaceship on the light vegetation of Felucia, he stood back, taking everything in as Obi-Wan ran full speed at the villains as every moving thing ran the opposite way. Anakin was excited to go to Felucia. It was one of his first missions. The fifteen-year-old padawan fantasized nothing more than being a hero and saving the planet from a group of criminals.
But this was nothing he had ever seen before, and for a moment wondered if his training had adequately prepared him for what he was seeing. From what he could see, a group of about ten people was recking havoc on the planet. They weren’t sith; he knew that. Sith couldn’t create black holes in the reality atoms to keep sending jungle tractors back into their traps. He was sure one of them was projecting some kind of bolts off of them while one of the girls kept multiplying herself to increase the group’s numbers.
Anakin felt himself run forward towards all the violence, igniting his lightsaber in the process. It was now or never for the young Jedi to be. After all, he was the one who persisted the council to let him and his master chase the League.
“I’m supposed to be one of the greatest Jedi’s. Why shouldn’t I be able to take them down?” Anakin ranted to his master on their way back to training from the council meeting they were both in. “If we’re not doing something to stop them, the galaxy is in trouble, master.”
Obi-Wan could see both sides. On the one hand, the League of Villains seemed to be growing from when Obi-Wan was a young boy, saying that even without Yasher, they could still terrorize the world. On the other hand, there were too many of them, each with individual powers making the group unstable and uncontrollable. Making plans to attack them would be complicated with such a wide range of variables.
The council had decided all they could do was control and limit the harm they caused, getting the innocent out of the way to make sure they could save recognizing the girl to be a threat. It was a surprise to him when she sobbed out a no. “It’s all right. The League’s all leaving. You’re safe now.”
His words only worsened the girl’s mood, as Anakin flinched hard when she let out a blood curling scream. “Help! Someone help me!” Anakin bent down next to the unknown girl, unsure if he had seen any other humans barge past him in a fight for safety. He tried to comfort the stranger by gently rubbing her back, which made her push him away with the heel of her hand, sending him to the ground. “Don’t touch me, you Jedi scum!”
Anakin looked at her in bewilderment. She can’t be one of them. She’s too young; she’s too beautiful. The two stared at each other briefly, wondering if the other was going to attack. The heavy breathing of a gas mask pulled them out of each other’s gaze, “Y/N.” The figure dressed in a hazmat suit stated, stalking over to the young girl. “Be grateful Ophellious was feeling pity and stopped the ship from leaving without you.”
Y/n was yanked up over the stranger’s shoulder in a swift motion. Anakin slowly began crawling away, not wanting to die in the burnt forest. “Don’t worry, Jedi,” The thing announced to him. “Butchers do not slaughter piglits. They wait until they become swine.” As soon as he came, the villain left with Y/n, taking quick steps over the debris towards the spaceship.
As the two villains left, Anakin did his best to connect with Y/n as she hung limply off the being’s shoulder. “I’ll save you, I promise.” He reassured her thoughts, hoping the ideas he was sending her provided any type of comfort. “Someday, you’ll be with me. You’ll be a hero Y/n.”
Closing his eyes, Anakin focused on the vastness that was before him. Meditation was never his strong suit. He was always too hyperactive to sit still in one position, enveloped in silence to focus on something. Obi-Wan often put an arrangement of books in front of his padawan when Anakin was practicing meditation, telling him the longer he could keep the books floating and in line meant the longer he was channeling the force.
Letting out an exhale and relaxing his shoulder back, he thought of Y/n. He thought of the light scratch marks on the heels of her hand that had turned into small sliver scars. He thought of her red eyes, noting that they never had the hardness of a sith that has made its vows to the Darkside. Instead, they were rich and deep, constricting when she turned things to dust. Even in rage, Anakin found Y/n attractive.
The more he focused on her different aspects, the closer to Y/n’s mind Anakin got. He had never liked the fact the Jedi could manipulate someone’s mind by going into it. Anakin found it too violating, even though at times essential, but it was the only way he could connect with Y/n. He could never find her, always making sure to stop at some dinky small planet on his missions with Obi-Wan to see if she might be lurking around somewhere.
The first time he tried to reach out to her was after witnessing the villain being lugged back to safety by her teammate, who had enough dignity to spare him. He wanted to know if Y/n was okay, how her leg was and if the League of Villains treated her okay. He was concerned about the girl he had met once in battle, and if the only way to make sure she was still holding herself up as though entering her mind, it was justifiably okay to Anakin.
He knew he had reached out to her from plain black to seeing the soft red wrap around his mind. It was as if he was practically swimming in her aura, “Y/n? Y/n are you there?” He hoped that where ever she was, that Y/n was asleep. He could physically see her then. It was as if her dream waves could since in with his force connection and place them in a room together. When conscious, he only heard her voice. Still, any successful connection with the villain was a good thing.
“I thought I told you to leave me alone.” The villain thought back. Y/n was apprehensive of Anakin. He was a Jedi. For all, she knew he was using his empathy as a ruse to destroy her family of bandits. But a small part of her found her almost waiting for his check-ins, asking Y/n how her day was and rambling about whatever ship Anakin was in the process of thinking with.
Once the conversation got rolling, the two fighters found it easy to talk about. Anakin would talk about where he began traveling to go on more missions.
“We went to Hoth about a month ago, and it was awful Y/n. We had to wear these snowsuits that made us look like marshmallows. Plus, when the wind starts up, and it blows the snow all over, you can barely see your own feet in front of you.” “I absolutely hate any type of cold. I’d probably just stand there and freeze to death.” “I wanted to. Obi-Wan told me this story about how he had to kill a wompa on Hoth once just to hide inside of it because it was blizzarding out. I’d rather stay on Naboo full time where it’s nice and cool.”
The conversations were superficial, dancing around specific topics and words, not exposing their respective groups. It made for awkward moments. They both understood that they were a hero and a villain, tasked to hunt and take down the other. Anakin had made a few attempts to talk to her about the criminal organization that she belonged to. It wasn’t out of mal intent. Anakin was genuinely curious about what Y/n did, and if it meant trying to get to know the League of Villians, so be it.
He was becoming more and more infatuated with Y/n, reaching out to her multiple times a week just to hear her voice, and found himself starting to stare at the clocks around the temple, trying to move time, so Anakin didn’t have to wait as long to talk to her.
Anakin wasn’t the best at hiding his passion for Y/n. More times than not, Y/n would laugh at his failed attempts to be suave. However, still, the Jedi had no problem telling her that he found it cruel that it would put the two into such different categories, forbidding them from love when it was so apparent that Anakin would go to the ends of the galaxy to find a way for them to be together. “I have never felt this connection before, Y/n. I feel these things towards you make my chest ache because the maker of all the soul mates in the world chose us to be an impossible couple. It pains me even worse that you refuse to admit our connection.”
Whenever Anakin went on his confessions of love Y/n, she would always dismiss them off with a “Wow, I didn’t know you felt this way.” “Cool.” “You’re crazy, Anakin.” Shooting all of his attempts down with unkind words.
“I thought you weren’t being serious then,” Anakin admitted solemnly. A few days prior, Y/n had lashed out at the padawan, giving him a quick reality check. Y/n told Anakin that he needed to grow up and understand that whatever enemies to lovers troupe he had fictionalized in his mind were false.
Y/n was a villain. She could decompose anything her five fingers touched, leaving anyone at the mercy of an uncontrollable teen who could, in seconds, turn anything into dust powder. As much as the League had some disdain against Yasher due to him being one of the most infamous villains, he was upset that his legacy of killing Jedi was reduced to girls making thirst trap blogs. Y/n idolized the deceased member, wanting nothing more to be just like the Hero Killer himself, her inspiration to join the League in the first place.
“Maker, you’re dumb.” Y/n huffed out. Unlike Anakin, Y/n refused to admit that she had let the padawan grow on her. Y/n found herself almost itching to go to sleep so she could see the boy. Anakin had proven to be consistent in her life, always on her mind during the day and mentally in her mind most nights. Y/n would never admit that she was just as in love with Anakin as he was with her, but the fear of their, circumstances made her reject her feelings.
Y/n understood that they could never functionally be together unless they left the groups where they had spent most of their lives. Anakin was a part of the Jedi Order who dreamed of becoming one of the strongest Jedi’s in the galaxy while Y/n saw a future of setting planets on fire and causing chaos. It would only be time before Anakin saw the differences between them and left Y/n because she was everything he stood against.
It was easier to push Anakin away into the darkest corner of the galaxy than to dream of a life together.
“Anakin, I’m being serious. Leave me alone. Stop trying to connect with me. I know you’re only doing this to gain information on me.” With every harsh word, Y/n was pulling every back the months of connection that was built between them and the disintegrator constructed brick walls in between her and Anakin.
“Do you not understand who I am? Whatever lightness you keep trying to bring out inside me, it’s not there. I’m not going to abandon my family here for a mere padawan.” Each brick hit him harder and harder until he sat silently crying in the darkroom he was in, unable to break the connection and make it all stop. “Can’t you see how blind you are? We all do the same thing, create violence. The Jedi, the sith, the Leauge. And we feed off of each other’s chaos, but still, we are the bad guys?
Anakin, this dark weight in my chest will never go away, no matter what organization I fall under. Society and the people who live in it just rub me the wrong way. Especially the Jedi and those who are still loyal to the dying republic. So why shouldn’t I destroy it? It’s not like they would accept me, so why do you even try?”
Anakin was silent, trying to calm himself down by taking deep breaths to steady the link that held them together. “I will be better than Yasher, Anakin. I will be the ultimate hero slayer, and I swear on the maker himself if I ever see you, I will kill you.” Y/n threatened falsely. “Don’t ever reach out to me again. You’ll regret it.”
What was supposed to be a simple trip to the mall to get his master a small gift for his birthday, Anakin was being led around by one of the members of the LoV who was notorious for arson, setting entire buildings on fire, not caring who was inside being burnt to a crisp. “Make a sound, Skyboy, and I’ll kill everyone in this mall,” Boreas threatened, grabbing Anakin by his wrist and applying enough heat to make the padawan squirm.
“Came in with a few friends to kill some time, didn’t know I’d make some actual killing today,” The arsonist joked as Anakin looked frantically around. His mind told him to do something, run away and get to safety as he left his lightsaber at his small unit. There,. I was just too many people in the shopping center to risk saving himself through every possibility.
Pushing the door open to a small cleaning room, Boreas threw Anakin in, laughing at how the Jedi crashed into various supplies such as brooms and mop buckets. “Aren’t you supposed to be the chosen one? How pathetic. The real question is whether I should wait for the others or just take the glory.” The sick words ignited a purple flame on the Villians’ hands, giving small illumination to the dark closet.
As Anakin scrambled himself up and charged Boreas back into the closed door, trying to do anything to save himself, knowing he was a lonely trout in a tank with lionfish. His mind was blanket, focusing more on keeping himself alive and trying to find a way out of the small room than thinking about the force.
As soon as Boreas was tackled into the steel doors, he shoved the padawan off him with a heat blast, throwing Anakin back to where he originally was. Anakin groaned, trying to stand up before falling back down again, gripping his sprained ankle out of spite. Anakin couldn’t think straight between his throbbing ankle and the growing heat of the room as Boreas made his decision.
“What the hell is going on here?” Y/n exclaimed, walking in the door frame she had just destroyed. She looked between Anakin and Boreas, shocked that her teammate couldn’t control himself for a few hours. Pushing her shopping bags onto Keara, she walked farther into the closet, putting herself in between the two enemies.
“Just some dudes making small talk-”
“He’s trying to kill me!” Anakin shouted, hobbling his way up to a standing position to balance himself on the wall. He was helpless, outnumbered, and cornered, hoping the girl who told him to piss off two years ago would take some pity on him.
Y/n looked at the arsonist with a frown before turning to Anakin, almost feeling sorry for the padawan. She put her arm around his waist next to him, and Anakin moved to lean on her. It was the least Y/n could do, she rationalized. He had saved her at fifteen and broke his heart at sixteen. Saving him from the agony of being burned alive - that is, if Boreas was quick with his torture- was the least she could do for Anakin.
As soon as Anakin had a decent grip on Y/n’s shoulders, the female-led him out of the room, not caring so much about the Jedi’s limp. Small grunts of pain were made until they had reached the outside of the mall. “Get in,” Y/n commented bluntly, throwing his arms off her and getting into a random speeder. Anakin hesitated, knowing this wasn’t any vehicle that any of them owned, wondering if she was really going to steal the ship or not. “Listen, you either get in, or I can call my friends over and let them have their way with you, or we get the hell out of here.”
Anakin slowly got into the aircraft, putting on his seat belt before mumbling a small thank you and keeping his eyes on his hands that were folded in his lap as they took off. He would have told Y/n that she looked beautiful flying in a different timeline, concentrating on the sky before her with the wind blowing her hair back softly. As he snuck glances at her, she almost didn’t look like one of the galaxy’s most wanted.
“Where are you taking me?” He questioned, nervous that her help was a ruse. After all, she threatened to kill him herself so long ago. Who was he to know that Y/n wouldn’t drop him off in an alleyway to get mugged by strangers.
“There’s a field not too far from here, a junk lot full of broken shit that people only go to if they need spare parts,” Y/n responded, not evening looking at Anakin.
Parking the aircraft on a spot of open concrete, her Y/n and Anakin sat in awkward silence. Neither of them knew exactly what to say, letting the radio play its melody softly.
“Thank you again for saving me. I know you didn’t have to and would probably rather want the chance to smite me yourself than your friend,” Anakin spoke, testing out each word to ease the awkwardness.
“I did it because I owed you one. You saved me on that stupid planet, and I saved you from the League. We’re even now. If I wanted to kill you, I would have Anakin by now.” His name felt scared to her, feeling as if she had lost the right to say it when she yelled at him to stay away and never contact her again.
“The League, they aren’t going to hurt you for saving me, right?” Anakin questioned, knowing by now Y/n’s friends would definitely be back at whatever headquarters they had to tell their leader that Y/n had not only gone agent her friends but let one of the Jedi’s who had the highest price on his head escape.
Y/n looked at him and shrugged before going back to picking at her nails. It was a nervous tick Y/n had. Anakin picked up on it after meeting her in his dreams a few times. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable those years ago, Y/n, and if I did, I’m sorry.” He apologized. “I just thought you had felt the same for me.”
“Did you - did you actually love me, Anakin?” Y/n asked, facing the subject she least wanted to talk about. He nodded his head, and before he could verbally confirm, Y/n stated, “Sometimes it felt like you were just saying things to say things. Like at times, it felt superficial, and you didn’t actually mean what you were saying.” The confession came out small, Y/n not sure if being vulnerable was the right move.
“Of course I did Y/n. My days were spent trying to get time to move faster so I could talk to you at the end of the day. Even though you broke my heart, I still think about you and-” Y/n cut Anakin off with a kiss, smiling a little when Anakin kissed her back, praying to the stars that she would finally believe him.
It was a simple kiss; the few seconds it lasted were enough to leave them speechless. Anakin pulled back after Y/n, smiling that his dreams of being with his crush were now coming true.
“I-I shouldn’t have done that,” Y/n spoke with almost the same harshness as she did when she broke Anakin’s heart the first time. Trying to put as many walls between her and the padawan next to her before he could question her, Y/n spoke again. “You should leave Anakin.” Pausing for a second, she started her demand more clearly. “Get out.”
“Get out? What do you mean, you can’t just leave me here not after-” His voice failed on him. He was just as confused about when Y/n had saved him, her mood swings being hard to predict, and kept throwing Anakin through a loop. “If this is about the kiss, it was fine, Y/n. I enjoyed-”
“I said get out,” Y/n wasn’t looking at the boy next to her, gripping the steering wheel, trying to get back control of her feelings. What are you doing? You idiot! Why can’t you just make up your mind, you clearly want to be with him; why are you making this harder on yourself than it has to be? “I don’t want you. That kiss was a mistake.”
Pouting, Anakin got out of the ship, wincing when he put the most minor pressure on his leg, forgetting how he had injured it earlier. Within seconds Y/n had started the ship and took off, re-breaking Anakin’s heart.
Walking around the medical wing of the temple, Y/n kept her head down, dodging between staff that actually worked there, hoping she could make it far enough to where she wanted. On the outside, Y/n blended in on the surface level, stealing a nurse’s scrubs and leaving her tied up in some back closet. But one look at her red eyes, it would be evident to anyone that she didn’t belong.
“402…403…404….” She kept whispering to herself, passing each room with a determined pace. Why does he make this so hard? She thought to herself before finding herself in front of room 405, looking around to make sure no eyes were on her before going in.
Y/n wasn’t entirely sure what she was expecting when she walked into the room, closing and locking the door before freezing at the sight of Anakin. Laying on the reclined bed in a hospital gown with a small bacta patch on the left side of his face and many more under the gown. “Ani?” She whispered, knowing he wouldn’t have heard her. I knew it was bad but not this bad.
He looked at her with dazed eyes; whatever medication the hospital gave Anakin was working. “Y/n…?” He murmured out, making the villain instantly walk over to him in worry. When three of the League of Villians members came into their meeting place, boasting about how they found two Jedi and separated them before ganging up on Anakin like a group of during animals, Y/n’s stomach dropped.
The League knew about the schoolgirl crush Y/n had on the padawan, teasing her relentlessly about him. Even though Y/n had tried her best to avoid Anakin whenever they had to go against the Jedi, the rest of the League of Villians made him their prime target.
“Heard anything from lover boy?” Espidre teased Y/n, making her roll her eyes. “Oh wait, you can’t because he’s dead.” The statement made Y/n stop what she was working on and stare at the other criminal. “Threw a pretty large piece of scrap at him, and he went down like a card tower.”
The mission was to defend one of the sith’s clone factories; the group had paid the league a large sum of credits to kill whatever Jedi dared to step foot on the factory’s ground. The union had sent out the three members who could do the most damage, Espidre leading the mission with the ability to move various metals as long as they were in whatever room she was in. “Isn’t he suppose to be the ‘chosen one’? How pathetic.”
Without thinking, Y/n left, pushing past the taller villain and hoping in a speeder, only one destination in mind. The Jedi Temple. Pushing all thoughts aside, she sped throughout the galaxy, thanking the stars that she just happened to be on the coruscant, illegally selling weapons that had been purposefully tampered with to create more impact than what they were initially made for. She didn’t know how she would get past all the guards or the Jedi for that matter. All Y/n wanted was some sort of confirmation that Espidre was lying. That Anakin was practicing stacking rocks or working on a new droid, that he hadn’t gone all the way out to Genesis on a suicide mission against some of the most vital members of the League of Villains.
“You’re an idiot,” Y/n told Anakin, sitting on the end of his hospital bed with a guilty frown on her face. She wasn’t the one who had put him in the hospital with such severe injuries, but she had allegiance to the organization that did. The way Anakin looked at Y/n wasn’t an expression of hatred or revenge, even banged up and high off pain killers. He still looked at Y/n as if she was an angel sent from high above. “You could’ve died, you know that?”
Y/n was never good at expressing her emotions. Her relief that Anakin was at least breathing on his own was conveyed through what she knew best; anger and insults.
“Do you get that, Anakin?” Y/n scolded. “The council or your master or whoever thought it was a good idea to send you out there is foolish! I heard it was all padawans, no Jedi knights or masters or anything! Thank the four moons that you at least had someone else go with; otherwise, they would have torn you limb from limb, Anakin! It was a kriffing suicide mission to send you other there against the League!
Your dumb actions have consequences Ani, do you even think about that? You could have died, Anakin, died! Then what am I supposed to then? Just forget about you and move on? Do you know how hard that would be on me? The whole team pity’s me because I can’t kriffing tell you how much you mean to me, not because you died. I can’t just not have you in my life; it’d be pointless! I would cut off a finger if you asked just so I could hold your hand, and you choose to run off and play the hero- for what? To prove you’re some big shot, who gets to save the whole galaxy from a group of bandits? I’d rather have you alive, idiot.”
Anakin smiled, only partly due to the medication, finding it amusing that she was angrily confessing her feelings to him. After many years and passionate rants coming from him, Y/n finally understood how he felt. The burning pit that hollowed her heart growing and taking over other parts of her body at the thought of Anakin not being able to be with her. Y/n had told herself that she could live with the chase, the constant back and forth of wobbling the line of solidifying their relationship and letting their life choices separate them.
“I hate you so much,” Y/n lied, fiercely wiping her eyes with the back of her hand in an attempt to make the tears that were welling up in her eyes go away. Y/n knew that she was in too deep, that all of her attempts at pushing Anakin away and trying to get him to see her as some horroresc monster was a front for her feelings. The facade she had spent so long trying to build was crashing down with every tear that ran down her face.
“Maker, I love you,” Y/n cried, reaching to embarrass Anakin before moving, so she was cradled into his right side. His arms slowly wrapped around the crying villain, his heart pounding in ecstasy as Y/n opened hers up to him. Y/n pressed her face into the crook of his neck, trying to calm herself down. He was alive and breathing. That’s all that matters, Y/n thought to herself, knowing she would most likely have to re-confess her feelings to him once he was more stable.
“I love you so much,” She whispered, repeating it repeatedly while pressing soft kisses into the side of his head that wasn’t covered by medical pads. “Don’t ever scare me like this again.”
not me projecting lmao. um contains slight smut so be warned i guess. not me writing this like the milf in q is kim kardashian
*”Don’t embarrass us, Anakin,” Mace Windu sternly tells the Padawan. “The last thing any of us wants is for something like this to get out of hand. I am not your master. I am only here by default. I will not coddle you when you enviably screw this mission up somehow.”
*Anakin stayed silent as he followed the older Jedi to the ship’s hanger wait beforehand show up. Mace Windu always had a way of putting him down, and his excitement earlier was definitely knocked down.
*Obi-wan was sick, flu season was upon the temple, and being surrounded by grubby little Grimey kids who didn’t understand the high value of hand sanitizer didn’t help.
*It also didn’t help that Obi-Wan had fought with the council to let him and Anakin take the security mission, knowing Anakin’s interest in the ethereal beings.
*When Anakin found out that it was mace Windu who was to help him out assisting the Angel, his soul left his body. Mace Windu made his disdain towards the chosen one very noticeable. Having no problems taking merciless jabs at Anakin and thought it would be nice to belittle him even further.
*Anakin had always been interested in higher beings from a young age. His mom would tell him stories at night about these six-winged creatures who lived in a utopia in the sky and would hear stories from deep space spacers that referred to them as the most beautiful creatures in the galaxy.
*Though the diathms were cautious of other beings and invaders, with the rise of the sith, the species wanted to make sure that the main planet of Iego and all of its moons were going to be protected by making negotiations with the Jedi and senators at the coursant.
*For safety, they offered their finest armory made of specialized crystal initially created just for the creatures that had found home to Iego. Still, the species were willing to help out if it guaranteed their protection.
*Anyways anyways
*Anakin and Mace Windu stood in the hanger while Anakin shifted from foot to foot, trying to hide his excitement. He was going to see an Angel, a real one with his own two eyes! Whereas the Jedi master just wanted to go back to meditation.
*As the ship landed and the railed fell down, allowing the diplomat to exit the vessel, Anakin.exe has stopped working. His mind was blank, no thoughts head empty, staring wide-eyed at the beautiful creature before him.
*”Jedi,” she greeted the two of them. Mace Windu bowed respectfully in a greeting before not so discretely shoving the Padawan to knock him out of his daze.
*Anakin bowed, hoping his blush wasn’t too noticeable.
*”We will be providing you security Lady Y/L/N. Usually, the council would only send one experienced Jedi, but we thought it would be a good idea to have Anakin join along since he still needs all the experience he can get.”
*Anakin’s smile faltered almost immediately, embarrassed that the older Jedi would say such a thing in front of the representative. It wasn’t like Anakin was utterly useless, his trials were in a few months, and after that, he would be sent off to help fight the galaxy’s war. He wasn’t just any random padawan. Anakin Skywalker was the chosen one.
*”I’m sure he’ll provide some assistance. After all, isn’t Anakin the padawan whose taking on sith already?” Lady Y/L/N questioned, making the boy feel a little better.
*Anakin knocked on the door to the Angel’s room before putting his hands in his pockets. He stood there nervously, wondering what he would say to The lady. Sorry for being such a nervous wreck?
*Anakin wanted nothing more than to throw himself off the temple walls for the sheer amount of embarrassment he faced today. From the comments from Mace Windu to not being able to talk to the Angle properly to tripping so hard he face-planted into the ground when he tried to speed ahead of Lady Y/L/N to open the door for her.
*He wanted to apologize and somehow redeem himself, proving that he was sufficient enough to protect her.
*”Anakin?” Lady Y/L/N questioned, opening the door, laughing a bit when Anakin’s eyes went wide, and jaw slacked at the sight of the Angel in her night attire before quickly composing himself. “Isn’t it a little bit late to be roaming the halls?”
*anakin.indd.2 has stopped working. Say something, you idiot!
*Anakin didn’t exactly know what he expected when he knocked on the Lady’s door. He was ninety percent sure she wasn’t even going to answer.
*Lady Y/L/N’s night attire was a simple soft lilac slip that she paired with a gray robe, the silky fabric touching her skin in a way Anakin thought he was going to crumble.
* “I-i-i was just stopping by to see if you, um, needed anything for the night. Before I went to bed.” Anakin stumbled out, making the Angel giggle.
*”Actually, why don’t you come in,” Y/L/N Spoke before turning back into her apartment, letting the door stand open between her and the padawan.
*”Thank you, milady,” Anakin told her, walking in and closing the door, standing awkwardly at the door. It felt like a fantasy. He could never imagine him actually being alone in the Angel’s apartment with her.
*”No worries, I was just making myself some tea before I went to bed for the night,” She told him, walking over to the small kitchen. The room she had been provided wasn’t as grand as her house back on Millius Prime. The studio wasn’t bad either since it was only a temporary adjustment. “I hope Master Windu hasn’t forced you to keep using formalities when talking to me. You can call me Y/n.”
*”That’s a beautiful name, milad- Y/n,” Anakin complimented, watching her grab the kettle off the stove and two cups from the cabinet.
*”Do you like chamomile?” Y/N asked Anakin, and he slowly made his way to the couch.
“Never had it,” he admitted, looking around the unit the Jedi gave to her. It was a decent size, dressed in neutrals and gray.
*”I think you’ll like it,” she told him, pouring two cups before bringing them over and sitting next to him on the couch. “Here,” Anakin carefully took the cup from her before slowly bringing it up to his lips. “Be careful it’s hot,” Y/n warned, blowing on hers softly instead than taking a sip.
*Conversation mainly revolved around the Holo program Y/n had on as background noise, Anakin being too nervous about making actual conversation.
*A few hours later, nearing the end of the movie they had been watching, Anakin yawned, barely able to keep his eyes open at the comfort of Y/n’s company.
*”Hey Ani,” Y/n spoke softly, letting his nickname slip past her lips. “Why don’t you just sleep here? I would hate for you to get in trouble being out this late.”
*”i-I have training tomorrow morning,” he protested, not enough to actually want to go back to his small unit but enough to have the diplomat not feel pressured.
*”I can set you an alarm,” she reassured him, already standing up to make her way to her bed. Pulling off a spare blanket and grabbing a pillow, she made her way back to the Jedi, putting the pillow down on one end and putting the blanket on his lap while she sat down in front of him. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. I’d rather you stay here safe other than falling asleep in some hallway.”
*Y/n giggled as she watched Anakin rub his eyes, fighting to keep his head up and look at her. As much as he wanted to admire the view below him, his eyes were falling shut, having to squint to keep them awake. “Okay,” he whispered, nodding his head before slowly leaning down, resting his head on the soft pillow Y/n provided him as she helped bring the blanket up.
*”Goodnight Anakin,” Y/n called out before switching her flatscreen in front of them off.
*The couch became a second bed to Anakin. The Jedi was too shy to agree to stay in bed with Y/n when she offered, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.
*The two had migrated closer together, bonding over whatever program was on that night. It was almost perfect, Anakin would sneak in late at night, and the two would eat dinner together over some background noise.
*Conversation was no longer held up over limited subjects. The pair talked about their lives millions of miles apart.
*”So Is your family only in Iego?” Anakin asked her over pasta.
*”Pretty much,” Y/n started. “Angels, we don’t really leave because were a hunted species. But my parents and siblings still live in the moons and my kids have all joined the fight against the separatists so they aren’t in the outer rim anymore.”
*”You have kids?” He questioned, surprised at her statement. He had struggled with the fact that she might have a lover back at her home planet but never kids.
*”Ani, I’m two hundred and ten years old, which is about thirty in human years. What was I supposed to do? Just remain celibate?” Y/n joked, explaining that the species’ she belonged to had a seven times longer life span than humans.
*”Would you ever want more?” He was curious now, his crush on her not wanting to be kicked to the curb.
*Often, Anakin dreamed of them being together. He found her doting nature and mature thinking to be attractive. He would dream of protecting the older woman, hoping one day he could take care of her the way she did for him.
*Sleeping so close but yet a distance away from her felt like torture, but he had enough respect to stay away. His biggest fear being he would smother his way into her life, creating a problem that she didn’t want.
*Wet dreams about the politician were handled discreetly. Anakin would lay still for a moment, trying to figure out what would be the quietest path to Lady Y/L/N’s bathroom to take care of himself / clean himself up. He would come out a blushing mess, hoping Y/n was still asleep before slipping back under the covers.
*Knowing Y/n, she was usually asleep when the alarm set for Anakin to wake up went off, as it was his job to turn the alarm off once he had woken up. He would turn the device off and pray that she didn’t witness anything throughout the night.
*It was a fifty-fifty draw if Y/n would be wakened by Anakin’s moans in the middle of the night. She would lay on the bed, a sleepy smile on her face as Anakin went through the motions of dreaming about having sex with the older woman. “Mommy… ah, please. Please r-right there-,” Anakin moaned as he finished himself off in his mind. Y/n found it endearing that he thought of her that way. She was sure if she ever brought it up, Anakin would faint out of sheer embarrassment, so Y/n figured she would let the boy come to her on his own, understanding convent cant be given while someone’s asleep.
*”It depends,” Y/n admitted, taking a bite of her food. “Politics keeps me busy, even busier these days with the possibility of war. If I had any more kids, I would wait until everything calmed down so I could spend time with my family. Then there’s the other task of finding the right man to have the kids with.”
*The night seemed to go by fast, each fast asleep in their own divisions, Y/n in the bed and Anakin on the couch.
*It was one of the rare occurrences that Anakin was having a nightmare. He had a few before; the scared memories of the missions he went on somehow trickled into his unconscious mind every now and then. But with his Jedi trials only a few weeks away now, and with Y/n being scheduled to go back to her home planet even sooner, they had a way to sink into his mind more frequently.
*”No- I’d do anything please,” Anakin whimpered, thrashing around in his sleep, violent enough to wake Y/n up. As she moved to wake him up, the padawan continued. “Don’t hurt her, just stop-no!” He cried so hard he jolted himself up, his body on high alert and almost sinking into the couch in shyness as Anakin saw he had woken Y/n.
*Anakin and Y/n stared at each other, Anakin at a loss of words about the nightmare he had of her. “Anakin?” She called out for him, her voice free of anything condescending. He looked at her, panting for air, his body still trying to self-soothe him. “Why don’t you come up and sleep with me for the rest of the night?” There was a pause as Anakin was still taking in his surroundings, trying to make sure everything was okay. “Ani? I’m not asking.”
*Something about her gentle yet demanding voice made Anakin stand up, not even thinking before walking up to the bed where Y/n was, already peeling back the duvet she was under.
*Anakin slid in silently as y/n fixed the blanket around him, letting her hand caress his face, wanting to take away as much of his pain as she could.
*Like magnets, their lips instantly found each other. Passion from the pent-up pinning is finally being released onto each other.
*Y/n’s hand was still on his face, keeping them connected as Anakin put his hands on her shoulder, the nineteen-year-old awkwardly running her arms up and down before getting enough courage to gently pull the straps of her nightdress down. His mind operated on its own devices as he pressed a kiss to the underside of her chin, then moved lower to her neck and chest while he shaky touched be breasts.
*” It’s okay, Ani,” Y/n confirmed. “You can touch me.”
*With simple permission, Anakin focused his attention on her tits, his eyes going wild at how beautiful they looked sitting outside the confinement of her dress. Latching onto her chest, the Padwan slowly licked and sucked at the tender flesh of her nipple while softly kneading the other side, feeding off of her comfort.
*He was done fighting his attraction to her, stupidly wishing he had just been more courageous to sleep with her the first time Y/n had offered.
*Y/n was everything he was attracted to. Y/n was fertile fruit for Anakin, her chest providing a safe haven for him as he claimed himself down while he listened to her soft whimpers as she stroked his hair, reassuring him that it was okay. Y/n was mature, nurturing in a way that wasn’t demeaning, doting, and taking care of him in a way the Jedi Order would be appalled at when all she was doing was just simply letting Anakin be himself around her.
*He would look at her with such love at every little praise she gave him, leaving him to wonder if it was normal for his heart to beat that fast and the agony it would be in once she left.
*With a final kiss on the now swollen bud, Anakin moved onto the other side, using his hand to angle the breast so he could re-latch his mouth on. The pair’s legs became tangled as Anakin rutted himself against her thigh, dry humping the older woman in an attempt to clear out the fogginess inside his mind.
*He wanted to pleasure Y/n, showing her how much he really was devoted to her. It was hard to even look at her at times because of all the emotions he felt for her. Wanting to prove that he could provide and care for all her needs in and out of the bedroom.
*But Anakin was a virgin, inexperienced in the realm of temptation. Making his fantasies hard to play out.
*He knew Y/n had experience, having given birth before and having disclosed that she had been with multiple partners in her may years of life fed into his anxiety.
*What if he wasn’t good enough? What if Anakin hurt Y/n? He wasn’t even exactly sure where to put himself Into her. What if he came too soon?
*The padawan removed himself from the politician’s chest and found himself back at her lips, pushing her back onto the bed with desperation trying to give the impression of courage.
*”Anakin,” Y/n spoke suddenly, putting her hands on Anakin’s shoulders and pushing him off of her gently. He looked at her in bewilderment, hoping he didn’t ruin anything yet. “Clam down; it’ll feel better if we both take our time.” Y/n encouraged, being their lips back together for a much more calm kiss. Pulling back, Y/n pulled the nightdress over her head, leaving herself completely bare. “We’ll have all the time in the world to rush, let’s enjoy tonight okay? It’ll be more special if we take it slow.”
*”Show me how to please you,” Anakin admitted taking her hand in his and looking at their interlocked fingers. “I -I trust you.”
Star Wars Tattoo preferences, featuring Anakin Skywalker, Padme Amidala, Luke Skywalker and Kylo Ren
ANAKIN SKYWALKER
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Was formally introduced to the world of tattoos through Rex, and after watching his friend get tattoo after tattoo, Anakin wanted one. Before getting the courage to walk into the shop, Rex recommended booking an appointment with his artist he thought about it for quite a while, not sure of what he would even get.
Would 100% get sentimental tattoos that had a lot of value to him, but he booked the appointment wanting the Open Circle Fleet’s image with the 501st insignia in the middle on the upper part of his bicep.
Was nervous about his appointment. The idea of sitting still for however long while needles were jabbed over and over into his skin wasn’t his exact idea of a good time. Walking into the shop, he felt out of place, that tattoos around him were used to brand slaves. He thought for a moment of his mother’s tattoo on her forearm, the buyer’s last name. It was only recently through Rex that he discovered that people were willing to get tattoos for cosmetic purposes. It had taken a lot of convincing to even open Anakin up to the idea of even getting a tattoo, but there he was, walking up to the counter, ready for the unknown.
”I have an appointment for Anakin Skywalker with Y/n,” He told the girl behind the counter, pulling out his ID card.
”I’m glad you showed up,” The woman behind the counter teased. “You’re getting the military symbols, right?” Anakin nodded and smiled at the intricate design. “It’s gonna be fucking amazing.”
Anakin took a seat in one of the chairs in the waiting lobby as Y/n got her set up ready. The nervousness of the pain had gone away but was replaced by the fear of hoping he didn’t embarrass himself in front of Y/n. Rex didn’t tell me how beautiful she is, Anakin thought to himself, admiring not only the tattoos that she wore but the artist herself.
Once the stencil was on, and the process of actual tattooing started, Y/n made small talk, commenting on her thoughts of the tattoo to try and ease the Jedi. “There’s one Jedi I tattoo, I don’t really do a lot of Jedi, but she’ll come in and be like, ‘I want this right here, but you have to work around this scar of when I got stabbed,’ and I’ll always freak out because I’m like ‘who stabbed you? Why are people so casual about getting stabbed?’ and then I realize that it’s part of the job, I guess.”
”I mean, you seem pretty tough. You have all the tattoos.” He told her.
”Absolutely not. Besides getting tattooed, I’m a big wuss. I hate getting shots, I’m terrified of bugs, I would one hundred percent not last a day as a Jedi,” The artist laughed.
The conversation flowed lightly, Anakin could almost forget the subtle sting of the machine’s needles in his skin, and once the tattoo was finished, he ended up more intrigued by the artist than by his new work of art.
Once his battle logo was healed, he went back to the tattoo parlor, ready to book another appointment to spend another few hours with Y/n.
”Couldn’t just stay away, huh?” Y/n smirked, happy to see Anakin again. A few days before, she had another appointment with Rex, putting color in one of his newer pieces that were left unfinished. He had mentioned that General Skywalker had sparked an interest in Y/n, “I’ve only ever heard him talk about the way he talks about the three and a half hours with you, is when he talks about a new droid project he wants to start.” “Pleasure doing business with ya,” Y/n smiled at the Jedi and shook his hand before taking the references of R2D2 and C3PO, “See ya soon.”
”It’s perfect,” Anakin exclaimed, looking at the two new tattoos by the bottom of his leg. “You’re amazing.” After putting a second skin bandage on it, the two walked to the register to finish up the appointment, Y/n hoping that he would soon book another appointment with her wanting to spend just as much time with Anakin as he did with her.
PADME AMIDALA
Even though Padme does her best in the realm of public image, underneath all her dresses and layers, she’s covered. COVERED. Sporting large pieces of neo / traditional Japanese leaves little skin gaps here and there.
Showers were a way to relax, to wash away the stress from the busy life of politics. It was also a way for Y/n to admire her girlfriend and the art she wore on her body. Most would never assume that Padme Amidala would be covered in high-quality tattoos that were bold and brash.
“I can feel you staring,” The senator commented, standing in front of Y/n with her back towards her, rinsing off the soap on her chest.
“How can I not?” Y/n responded, reaching down to grab the green shampoo bottle before putting a small size of its contents in her hand before gently massaging it into Padme’s scalp. “The samurai healed up nice,” Y/n noted, looking at her girlfriend’s newest piece- a samurai back piece- in awe.
“It better. I lost count of how many hours it took during the third session.”
Definitely started out as something superficial but fell in love with getting tattooed.
It had started with a small single needle tattoo of a rose, something Padme could hide with ease. Padme had been thinking of getting a small tattoo for a while, and when she met Y/n, who already had a few, it pushed her idea into getting it for real.
“Come with me,” She asked Y/n, tired of walks along the river and simple dinner dates. The two hadn’t been together for long, and the new senator thought it would be a cute date idea. She also wanted her girlfriend to come with her if she needed a hand to hold.
“Okay, rebel.” Padme had just been elected senator and wanted to celebrate. The tiny tattoo was a milestone, a representation of continuing her political career, and a way to break free from that same life and all the rules that came with her career choice.
Y/n remembered the memory with a soft smile on her face. “Good morning, my love,” She greeted her wife in the early morning light. Padme mumbled a barely audible response. The tiny tattoo was now blasted over with a larger, more decorative tattoo. In fact, what started out as a small one and done turned into Padme almost being completely covered.
The politician’s wife kissed her wife’s head gently and startled, lightly tracing the chest piece on Padme. It was an Oni mask with deep red peonies next to it; the horns circled her neck while the flowers provided a contrast to the black and white demon. “Happy anniversary.”
One of the many reasons Padme loves tattoos is it’s not just about the art, but the pieces can be used as symbols to tell a story. She loves the culture behind them. Polynesian, Russian prison designs, American and Japanese traditional, it all amazed her.
LUKE SKYWALKER
Full sleeves or just small lil bangers, anime tattoos popping up at a large scale, earning their place as it’s own type of tattooing. Having the elements of a traditional tattoos, strong solid black outlines with highly saturated color makes these characters’ images come to life. These anime tattoos also come out in various forms like fine line black and grey but mainly stay in the traditional scope. Luke Skywalker is a tattoo artist who specializes in these fun tatts.
Q: So, how did you get into tattooing?
A: I’ve always been really into drawing. I grew up on Tatooine, so I would take sticks and draw pictures in the sand. They never really turned outright because it was sand, but when I was a kid, my uncle Owen got me a small sketchbook, and from then on, I was always sketching away. I was seventeen years old, almost eighteen, when I was found selling my drawings on a random street market, and this shop owner basically recruited me on the spot.
Q: What was your first exposure to your style of tattooing?
A: Growing up, my family didn’t have much, but about once every two weeks, or so, I would go to the marketplace with my aunt, and she would get me these manga books, and I was just so in love with how everything was drawn. The cartoons were an escape from the hot desert. I would tear a sheet of paper out and trace these characters over and over again until I could recreate them from memory, and then I began making my own little comics with my own characters.
Q: What style did you start out tattooing?
A: When I first started, I was kinda teased for my little doodles. I used to work with Han Solo, who does large-scale black and grey horror, and I remember my teacher just being like, “Do roses and skulls you must. Popular it is.” But I wasn’t really good at it, and when I left my apprenticeship, I did a lot of new school - and I still do, but anime tattoos weren’t trendy when I first started. I’ve always been a softer kind of guy, and I think what I do offers a nice juxtaposition to my craft.
Q: Do you have a favorite character to tattoo?
A: Not really, just give me creative freedom, and that’s when I feel like I can do my best. I do all custom drawings, sometimes clients come in with a screenshot and say, ‘I want them doing this, just like this, and that’s cool, but I prefer drawing them doing something random, a battle pose, or just sipping coffee. It makes for a more personal tattoo because anyone can pull the same screenshot, then you have to do ten of the same exact tattoos. Plus, I can make sure I can get them a tattoo that would work for the body part, or I can make it work around other existing tattoos in the region.
Q: Then what’s your favorite anime then?
A: Ouran Highschool Host Club, which is funny because I’ve never actually done a tattoo from Ouran. I have seen the anime countless times, and I have all eighteen manga volumes. It’s just a feel-good comedy that never gets tiring. It pains me that there will probably not be a season two.
Q: What is your favorite piece you’ve done so far?
A: I have too many favorites to tell you. I love tattooing, and I love what I tattoo, so it’s hard to pinpoint a specific design that I’ve done. My most popular tattoo right now would probably be My Hero tattoo, it’s Deku with Ochako standing behind him, and there’s a bunch of green and pink bolts around them. People have been coming in with that tattoo as a reference like ‘I want this, and I just tell them, ‘I can do something like that.’ It makes me really happy when I see people enjoy my work, and even when I told the client to whom I gave the tattoo, they were delighted as well, so it was incredibly wonderful.
Kylo Ren
Wouldn’t know anything about them and would probably be a Karen at first.
Kylo Ren stared at Y/n through his mask at the meeting they were in. Being one of the lead doctors on the Finalizer, she had to be at any meeting that troops would be sent out in to evaluate how much medical personal and equipment needed to be brought. She and Kylo had a strange relationship. He would be spotted walking around the medical bay looking for her with no particular reason in mind and would have to scramble for a reason when asked.
Y/n was more than happy to help the emperor out with his medical issues, but more often than not, when she was called and taken away from actual patients, all Kylo had was a common cold or a scrap that needed a standard band aid on it. She had finally had gotten tired of it and had told him that if he wanted to be near her so bad, all he had to do was take her to dinner.
The wannabe sith lord did not disappoint, making arrangements to have the best food he could find be brought to his personal quarters for dinner with Y/n. Only he had already eaten beforehand and refused to take off his mask as she awkwardly ate in front of him. Even though the conversation was only limited to small talk, he had asked to see her again in a similar setting, and she agreed to know that even if she didn’t want to, she wouldn’t have a choice.
But he had never seen the drawings on her skin before. It was hard not to notice by the sheer quantity of skin covered with art. “Drawling on yourself Y/n is unprofessional. Whoever drew these has quite a talent, though, I must say,” He spoke to her at dinner that night at dinner, his voice coming out slightly robotic from the mask.
“You mean my tattoos? They’re not unprofessional; I have them out at work all the time. I paid good money to have these Emperor Ren.” Y/n defended.
“You paid money to have someone take a marker and draw on you?”
Meaning whoever he was seeing would have to explain tattooing to him, and from then on, he would be super intrigued.
“So its permanent marker?”
“No,” Y/n laughed a little at the naive leader. “What happens is I have an artist take a various group of needles, depending on what they are doing, and they dip the needles in ink and put them into my skin which creates the tattoo.”
“Doesn’t it hurt?”
“I mean, some do, and some don’t. It really depends on the placement and the person. I like getting tattooed, it’s not one hundred percent enjoyable, but it’s not like I’m screaming in pain. It’s tolerable.”
“Can I see yours?” The rest of the night was spent on the couch with the doctor showing off her bodywork with Kylo asked questions about each one, wanting to know the inspiration behind every piece and story. “Wow,” was all he could say, loving the exposure to the new concept that Y/n was showing him.
it pains me that I’m really into Grime’s music but I’m really into EDM/ music where the lyrics are kinda drown out and its just the music.
Most likely found you looking up one of your songs.
He would hear the catchy tune in the maintenance shop or just on the radio as he flew around. Just scrolling through the interwebs, trying to find out what song it was based on the few lyrics that stuck out to him when he stumbled upon the music video for the song. The pretty girl on the video’s cover pulled him in, and even though he was happy to have finally found the song, he was happy just watching the singer perform in the video.
He instantly clicked on the next song, not getting enough of the music and Y/n.
Anakin was enamored by the performer, with every song and every concept that Y/n threw out into the world.
From then on, he titled himself as your biggest fan.
(Just like in this)
It started off small, buying her albums and ordering some merch that he thought was cool. But since Anakin somehow filled the position of the Oder’s poster boy, he had revealed to the media that Y/n was his celebrity crush. He had thought nothing of the question. The heartthrob Jedi just dismissed the question as he continued posing for some random magazine that wanted to feature him.
“I would say Y/n Y/L/N,” Anakin chuckled. “She’s pretty cool. I listen to her music all the time. Her music is constantly playing in my ship. I think she’s an absolutely gorgeous and crazy talented human being. I mean, what’s not to love about her.”
Little did he know, the little snip was shared all over the galaxy and had made its way to an interview with Y/n.
“So Y/n,” Being on Fadbre’s Late Night Show was always an event for the singer, the two had a great vibe together and always left the audience entertained. “A certain galaxy saving Jedi Knight has admitted to having a crush on you, any comments?” He asked, watching Y/n blush.
“I honestly thought it was a joke at first, because I’ve always kinda admired him so when the article came out, I had to re-read it like six times to make sure I was reading it right,” She confessed, making the crowd erupt in ‘oo’s. “Its kinda funny because we’ve actually attended several events now but we’ve never formally met. Its always him in one corner of the room and I’m in another, and we just kinda orbit each other until one of us leaves. It’s happened like five times now, so I’ve kinda just accepted that he’ll probably just stay a crush.”
“You’ve never gone up to him?”
“No, no-no. I’m way too nervous about those kinds of things. If I did, I’d probably just start stuttering like an idiot and then explode out of sheer embarrassment. My friends always tell me that at these events, they’ll say, “Oh there’s Anakin, start acting like you’re choking,” Y/n laughed. “But it’s okay, I’m kinda enjoying the solo life at the moment, but if I were to randomly stumble upon a super hot Jedi who also builds droids and whose name is Anakin Skywalker, I’d definitely make sure to grab his number or something.”
Just like how Y/n had to re-read his confession, Anakin must have watched the minute-long clip over and over, beaming over the fact that Y/n felt the same, making a mental note to go out of his way to try and formally introduce himself to her at the next event she might be at.
From there on: A romance.
Honestly, from there on out, Anakin would want to be somewhat involved in Y/n’s music, whether it be from literally sitting with her in the studio chilling in the background or just hearing a preview of an unreleased album.
Anakin would be so impressed by a music studio, just going around asking so many questions, “What’s this? What do these do? You know to play all of these?” It would be such a change from what he’s regularly exposed to from the temple. Would 100% get shy when asked to go into the recording booth and sing something, but with enough encouragement, he slowly stepped in and approached the mic, and put on the headphones that hung below it. Shy bby
Would sit and listen so intently as everything his girlfriend explained the album concept. After every song he heard, he would offer positive input with each piece, even if he thought the song was absolute garbage. It was created by this beautiful being, his mind told him, just smile and nod. There was one incident where he watched her manager bash a song Y/n had just finished composing after trying time and time again to get the beat right. It was not good enough and sounded unfished. Was it Anakin’s favorite on the record? No. But watching Y/n’s shoulders cave into herself after hearing the rude remarks and mumble, “Yeah, I guess I’ll fix it.” Made Anakin personally offended for her.
If Y/n wrote a song about him, Anakin would just explode internally. From, “It’s about this super cool guy who I met and was so just in awe of I couldn’t even get a proper word out without stumbling all over myself,” to “My boyfriend woke me up in the middle of the night because it was our anniversary and flew us to Naboo as a last-minute trip. It wasn’t about that night because I fell asleep in his ship on the journey and I didn’t wake up until the following morning, so it was actually about the next night where we just had this super cute picnic under the stars and the songs based on that conversation.”
For any long-term project, Anakin would definitely make sure that you were properly taking care of yourself.
Anakin didn’t know if he should laugh or feel pity for Y/n. She looked different, not in a good way. She had informed him three months ago that she was going to hammer down on her project, the deadline sneaking up on her faster than she had thought, by essentially moving into her studio. He had kissed her forehead and called her crazy, and wished her the best of luck as he left for his own mission.
He didn’t expect her to be serious about her claim. His simple month and a half had gone by without him noticing but almost three weeks in he began having concerns due to the lack of response from the singer. Normally communication wasn’t an issue, so radio silence coming from Y/n was concerning. He didn’t even bother to put his bags in their shared room in Y/n’s unit, going straight to her a home studio and trying the doorknob, signing when it was locked.
”Y/n, it’s me,” He called into the void, hoping she would hear him. A few seconds later the door creaked open, revealing Y/n who looked like she used to scribble sharpie under her eyes. “Hi,” She whispered, finding it hard to even look at him from the sunlight behind him. “Welcome back.”
From then on Anakin made sure to stay with his girlfriend for small periods of time on her larger projects, often picking her up and physically dragging her outside to get freash air. Making her dinner would be the only way he could trick her to willingly spend time outside of her studio, telling her a hot meal would help her focus, followed by a shower with little affirmations kissed into her tired skin.
He just wanted to help her without being too smothering.
“Finally done?” He asked, watching his girlfriend sink into the couch in front of him, watching her carefully. He smiled when she nodded, happy that Y/n could return to her normal happy self.
- Anakin had been slumped in the chair in the med bay lobby, waiting for the doctor to call on him for his x-ray scans. The teen was pouting with his arms crossed, slightly kicking his Jedi master Obi-Wan for making a doctor sign him off to allow him to go back to training. Anakin had sustained a pretty lousy injury, and Obi-Wan didn’t want him hurting himself even further, which was a normal response to someone freshly recovered from a mild concussion.
- The lobby had a random holoprogram on, a house remodeling show had made Anakin’s wait even worse since he found no interest in the subject, but he had to admit it was at least something.
- The first commercial on break was an ad for an upcoming movie, Welcome to the Jungle. It appeared to be a movie about a big cat zoo. The owner and his wife lived their lives wild and untamed. The zoo was a front for a drug ring they were running, selling mass amounts of illegal substances while people came from all over the galaxy to play and take up-close photos with exotic animals while trying to kill those who wanted to shut them down.
- It had caught Anakin’s attention right away. The enticing element of sharing living quarters with an animal that was over five hundred pounds, an intergalactic mafia based on drugs and zoo owners looking to one-up each other and see each other crumble through lawsuits and assassins and conspiracy.
- The leading woman was what he was most interested in. Y/n Y/l/n played the wife of the primary zoo owner. Watching her taunt her husband into agreeing to kill one of his biggest enemies made something click in Anakin’s head. Was it the way the cigarette smoke looked as it creeped out of her lips every time she took a hit or was it the way Y/n played the morally corrupt character with confidence? He was attracted to her, no doubt, and he spent the rest of the time in waiting, thinking about replacing the male lead with himself. free joe exotic
- That night he went to the small unit he slept in and pulled out his holopad, instantly searching up the actress’s name. That night he maybe got an hour or so of sleep, doing all the research he could on her. She was only 22, four years older than the padawan but still had an impressive filmography with multiple prestigious awards. He spent the night watching Y/n through her various characters that ranged anywhere from a crazed villain in the most extensive superhero universe who caused fear upon the planet she was on out of boredom and lust for a drama to an ethereal creation who had to navigate the life of a simple country town before falling in love only to have a government spy take her out. She debuted on a program centered around a high school, playing the head cheerleader whose plotline was the innocent senator’s daughter who got knocked up by the town’s killer’s son.
- He watched her interviews, watching her interact with her co-stars behind the scenes and give out exclusive details behind her ideas on how to play each new character. He watched her other interviews, 75 Questions with Empire, 24 Hours with Y/N Y/L/N, Y/N Y/L/N on her ethereal look at the Dundees. She was his ‘it’ girl, every video made him fall in love with her more, and the very little sleep he got was spent dreaming about what it would be like inserted in her life. Creating himself in her movies as her main and only love.
- Honestly would become her biggest fan from there on out. He would purchase any streaming site that hosted Y/n’s shows, sporting a shirt with one of her characters on it underneath his Jedi robes. Anakin would never admit it, but secretly he ran a small fansite blog of her, reposting content of Y/n’s filmography with his own commentary, and would peak at the Y/n x reader tags, cherry-picking the ones he liked best to dream about when he slept. the choas of Anakin having a reader insert blog and getting mad at others when they didn’t potry Y/n as he wanted her and would probably comment stupid shit like “MY Y/n would never do something like that” oml cyberfully-anon hate!anakin. 50/50 if he would see if there was anything on the two of them together.
- Anakin would probably have a collection of magazines that featured her, wasting his credits on behind-the-scenes booklets and other exclusive material featuring Y/n. “It’s not like I’m buying drugs, Master,” Anakin defended himself against Obi-Wan when he poked fun at Anakin’s collection.
- “Just please act normal if you ever get the chance to meet her.” Anakin’s ears perked up after hearing this. Even knowing that the chance they would ever meet in person was slight gave him a tiny bit of hope.
- Anakin had pressed into Senator Amidala about going to the Galaxy’s Met. In this established event, celebrities wore particular couture depending on the chosen theme ahead of time. Even though Anakin was becoming more and more well known throughout the solar system, the Jedi were always forced to turn down the invitation to attend a gathering like the Galaxy’s Met. Quoting Mace Windu, “The Jedi have much better things to be doing than waste time on putting on ridiculous costumes.”
- Anakin could care less about what designer he would wear or how he would style a type of ensemble, he knew that Y/n would most likely be there, or he could befriend a co-star that could get him one step closer the famed actress.
- Padme had gone a few times in her political career due to her well-received public image and teased Anakin about how she had the opportunity to meet her once, laughing to herself seeing the padawan get jealous.
- “It was lovely Anakin, I thought m heart might explode,” Padme teased. “The way she turns all her attention to whoever she’s talking to and is respectful to even the worse interviewers, no wonder everyone tries to speak with her when she’s at these events. Unfortunately, I had to cut our conversation short because I saw some other senator, but I’m sure if you ever see her, you’ll get more than a few minutes.”
- Padme watched Anakin fight the urge to continually pester her about attending the Galaxy’s Met before finally giving in. “Fine, Ani,” She already knew what Anakin was going to ask her as he walked into her office. “I’ve already accepted the invitation, and I’ll ask if you can post as my security for the night. But you must stay by me, no wondering off and getting yourself into trouble. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure I introduce you to her.”
- The confirmation was all he needed before heading out just as fast as he had walked in with a smile on his face. “This is it!”
- The night Anakin was practically bouncing in his seat in excitement. Padme had told him to keep quiet, only speak when spoken to by the interviews, and not bother her about when he would meet Y/n.
- When the time finally came, Anakin was speechless. Excuse me, Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Y/n hadn’t arrived yet when he and Padme did, giving him a slight fear of anxiety that she just wouldn’t show up this year. He watched her get out of the limo she was in, the crowd of paparazzi instantly cheering as she smiled at them.
- “Padme,” Y/n called out once the two were close to each other, greeting the brunette with a small hug. “You look wonderful, and you too….”
- “Anakin.” The Jedi spat out. Padme tried her best not to laugh at her younger friend, who stood stiffly and awkwardly by her side, puffing his chest out in an attempt to impress Y/n. “I-I’m Anakin Skywalker, also known as the best pilot in the galaxy and soon to be best Jedi,” He bosted, drinking up her attention as if he was dehydrated.
- “What a title, Mr. Best-Jedi-in-the-galazy,” Y/n teased a little. “Although I might not need the type of security Miss Amidala needs, it’s always a pleasure meeting someone of such honor.”
- “And I’m honored to meet a real-life Angel,” Anakin’s brain was on overdrive, stammering over the words he was able to get out. He rocked himself slightly on the balls of his feet, whether to from the constant flashes from cameras or the fact he was actually in front of Y/n after imagining every scenario of the meeting, it was still a lot of the nineteen-year-old.
- “Ani here is a big fan of yours,” Padme told her, hoping she wasn’t embarrassing Anakin too much. “It was like watching a kid open up presents when I offered him to come here.”
- “Well, Anakin, you’ll just have to let me know if you are around my area so we can get some food sometime,” Y/n offered with a smile, while the padawan was sure his heart had stopped.
- “Can I get your number?” He blurted out. “S-so I can ya know, message you. I’m usually just at the Jedi temple in the Corsount, and I’m mostly free except when I’m training or on missions. Other than that, I-i just work on droids and ships since its a hobby-”
- Y/n and Padme giggled at Anakin. The actress found it cute how he rambled on and on about how he built two droids, and even though one of the short wires a lot, it still counts, and through them, he wants to make a third more advanced one. His stuttered rambles were cut off once Y/n handed him a small folded-up piece of paper. “It’s my number,” She explained as Anakin took it from her so carefully one would think it was a newborn. “Shoot me a message sometime when you’re not too busy constructing an army of droids.” Anakin looked up at her as if she had given him a million credits, “I’ve got to go now, but it was wonderful meeting you both. Hope to hear from you both soon.”
- “That…” Anakin whispered to his older friend, putting the paper in his jacket pocket. “That was the best moment of my life.”
Whats up losers lol. so this is long, like a little over 8,700 words long. I hope you all like it, my editing app faulted while writing this so thats cool but I’m getting a new computer because I don’t understand Mac’s lol. Also for warnings there is a breif smut, um character death & the normal angst. Also H/n is husbands name just so were all on the same page amigos. also I’m slowly opening requests.
The whole room rose to a sudden halt as Y/n Y/L/N walked into the small meeting room. The ice queen wore her signature frown, hard eyes and arms firmly crossed her chest in disapproval as her husband led her to sit down, smiling as if he wasn’t given the rant of a lifetime by his wife right beforehand.
“I don't see the point of doing this. I was safer back home - and don't you dare mention that the attack happened in the castle. It was a fluke, no one has gotten that close to any of the royal family in centuries. One sicko breaking in shouldn’t be enough to warrant a whole protection program.” Y/n vented, throwing her suitcase onto her bed while her husband stood cautiously in the doorway.
“Y/n it’s just for a few months, and you’ll barely even see them-”
“Do you not understand what this type of security is? Or do you need to be reminded of when Padme had her little situation two years ago?”
“I do,” Her husband admitted remembering how awful being followed around for the week she came to visit because there was another threat on her. “But she’s a good example of how they keep people like us safe-”
“People like us?” Y/n scuffed and pushed past the man. “The only reason she gets special treatment around here is that she’s probably fucking one of them. H/n, don’t peg me for someone who doesn’t know what the hell’s going on here.”
“And what's that? They are trying to get with you?”
“To make it some statement of how good they are. Our security messed up once.” The queen began holding up a finger, making her way to the exit of the apartment they were temporarily housed in. “One-time H/n and now the Jedi are acting like the world is falling down and by saving us, they get to smile at the public saying, ‘Look at us. We care about those around us.’ Plus, we have separate rooms for a reason. If I don’t want to have sex with you, why would I want to have sex with them.”
“Because they’re not me?” H/n mumbled before following his wife to the door of the unit and opening it for her. “Listen, all we have to do is play happy couple for thirty minutes at most today. Can you at least do that for me?” He pleaded, his eyes begging her cold ones.
“Fine. But you can’t sit too close to me, and I’m not holding your hand.”
“Thank you for meeting with us,” Obi-Wan started, unsure how to safely proceed. He had told Anakin to stay quiet during the meeting and preferably the most he could while protecting the couple, acknowledging the brash tone the queen often spoke with.
Of course, Anakin being Anakin, he refused at first, telling the older Jedi Master that it was absurd to avoid the woman he was supposed to be protecting for three months until the senate elections were over. It seemed that this was the first year Aquilae had a difference in opinion of the war between the separatists and those loyal to the republic. When a separatist had slipped into the castle walls with the aim and almost successful attempt to kill the royal family, hoping it would force the current senator to step down so a sith could step in, the king and queen were almost immediately flown over to the temple for protection. It had made sense to Anakin that this would be like every other time he had to watch over Padme. But not even speak to her?
Padme had given him a short rundown of how to deal with her, and it was simple as making sure she's not his responsibility, and he all had to do was watch over the king. “Obi-Wan has dealt with her before, so don’t even worry about it, Ani.” Padme had explained over dinner. When he asked his companion if she was that bad, Padme told him about several encounters between the two at different leadership classes they had together. “One time, she told me that I looked like one of those girls that holo programs use as bait on the show how to catch a predator. One time there was a ball hosted at her castle and by 4 am she took a loaded blaster and started shooting the ceiling because she was tired and wanted everyone to leave, and that’s just the start.”
“Me and my fellow Jedi, Knight Skywalker, want you two to be at your most comfortable while you stay here. We have done this many times with Senator Amidala, and she can assure you that you are in the safest hands of the galaxy.” Obi-wan continued. “Anakin and I are very privileged and honored to have the chance to help you out.”
“Will all due respect, Senator Amidala gets her life threatened every other Tuesday because she can’t learn to step back and shut up,” Y/n remarked, earning a warning glare from her husband next to her, but yet she continued.
“I thought I told the council that I would have you Obi-Wan be our security since you helped us out at our wedding. I didn’t know there was a dog included in the deal.”
“I think what my wife is trying to say is that we are thankful that you two are being so gracious for helping us out.” H/n quickly trailed on, noting how the younger Jedi stiffed at the name Y/n had given him. “Why don’t we go over the details?”
It was hard adjusting to having someone follow their every move. Judging from Anakin’s updates, Obi-Wan was jealous that he was at least becoming acquainted with the king. The two boys had a few shared interests that they would converse over. Traveling, politics, they even shared a few of the same favorite sports teams. Anakin had brought up the estranged state of the pair, telling his former master that it didn’t seem they were too fond of each other.
“Listen very carefully, my boy,” Obi-Wan warned. “It's much different than yours and Padme’s situation. It's far too complicated for an outsider to understand the circumstances they live in.”
“But he calls his wife the she-devil,” He stated.
“Last time I checked, it was a wicked fanged bitch. So at least they are making progress.”
Obi-Wan sat in the leather chair in Y/n’s temporary office in more or less comfortable silence. The days had so far been spent in complete silence, unless Y/n needed something or an insult was thrown out. It amused him. He could almost taste the hostility of Y/n’s presence as she read some bullshit report or document. “Dumb bitc-” She would begin, then look up almost as if she didn’t want to swear in front of him, and then look back down again, catching herself.
He had last seen her almost four and half years ago, during her wedding day. He had been there to save her beforehand, not knowing it would create a lifetime of disdain between the two. He was just doing his job, and Y/n was being reckless. It wasn’t entirely his fault, and he figured she would be fine. She’d get over it, and the galaxy would fizzle out the angry teen.
“Pardon me,” Obi-Wan was tired of this. Putting his bookmark in and closing the novel in his hands, Obi-Wan turned his attention to the woman in front of him. “But I wonder if the king still thinks that what happened at the castle was a fluke attack.”
“It was,” The Queen lied, not even sparing him a look, just continuing scribbling on what she was working on.
“I mean, with your history of plotting your death, or fake death, it wasn’t a surprise to me when the council brought your case up.” His words made her stiffen. He smiled a bit when she set down her pen and glared at him.
“I think you are pressing very close to an issue you have no idea or business to go into. I suggest you stop while you’re ahead of yourself, Obi-Wan.” He could see it, the cramp in her hand, the tightness in her neck as she stiffed out each word.
“It is my business. I was there the first time you did this, and I’m here again. My lady, is that why you requested me again to help untangle you from all of this?” He taunted. “And before you get upset,” He cut her off. “I just wanted to offer you a chance to talk about it. What happened. The last time I mean. If you need the chance to criticize me and tell me how I ruined your life, just say so. No need to dance around the subject.”
“I was eighteen Obi-Wan. You did nothing,” She started, spitting out each word like venom while staring at him with such intensity he could have been burned.
To be shocked was an understatement. The Jedi watched in confusion as the girl wept harshly over the body of the assassin. Obi-Wan had spent his morning meditating, breathing in the fresh air of the planet. He had allowed his padawan to explore the castle and nearby area, knowing how Anakin had always somehow found a way to get into situations he shouldn’t be in. The wise master thought it would be best if he were gone for the day, at least until the wedding was over.
There had been whispers given to him about an assassination attempt on the soon-to-be queen Y/n before the wedding. The council had no problem sending the master and apprentice to what they called an easy task after Anakin had somehow blown up a ship on the last mission. A wedding, Obi-Wan thought, who could in their right mind ruin a marriage.
The girl draped herself over the dead assassin, sobbing profusely. Silent pleads of ‘no’ as she shook the attempted killer as if she could wake him up. Her beautiful white dress had been smeared with blood, definitely ruined at this point, and her makeup was sliding down her face with every burning tear. Obi-Wan stood there in shock. The room was getting colder due to the main window being broken into, but the bride didn't care.
Guiding her to a couch to sit down on, she slowly calmed down, and the tears weren’t as rapid. Obi-Wan rubbed her back in comfort as the two stared at the dead body in the room. Y/n moved her trembling hands to her elbows, transferring blood from her hands to the sleeves of her dress, holding herself against the traumatic scene. “How could you do that?” She whispered, afraid her voice would fall on her. “You’ve ruined everything.”
Before Obi-Wan could re-assure Y/n that the man in front of them was trying to kill her, and if he hadn’t been there, she would have been dead. The assassin's blaster was already pointed at the back of the bride's head as she knelt onto the ground with her eyes closed, ready to accept that this was going to be it. It had been a quick take-out. As soon as Obi-Wan was able to track down Y/n and find out what room she had been in, the target was immediately taken out with two shots to the upper chest.
“I don’t… I don’t understand.” That was all he could say. This wasn’t her doing. It couldn’t be.
“I don’t want this.” Y/n pleaded, finally turning to face him. “I- I’m being forced to marry a man who's twelve years older than me, a-and-” She hiccuped, pausing to take a deep breath. “And I’m supposed to have his kids and be this - this wife and queen, and I can’t do that.” Obi-wan just silently sat there, letting her cry onto him, not knowing what to do. Maybe it was the rotting feeling in his stomach of what this girl was confessing to him. Perhaps it was because he had never seen a situation like this- someone to stage their death. Hire an assassin on themselves. “What am I supposed to do now?”
Obi-Wan stood up in front of her, taking her shaking red hands in his hand before saying confidently, “We get you cleaned up. Find a new dress somewhere, and take off your makeup. You are getting married in about two hours, Y/n. We don’t have much time.”
“That day we met was the worst day of my life.” She told him, gathering her strength back. “Since you are so keen on inserting yourself in what I do with my life, I’ll see to it that I have the Dog instead.”
The two sat in awkward silence. “You know you could say something instead of just looming,” Y/n commented bluntly as she scrolled through her holopad. It was one of the few days she let herself relax, to the most she could. She knew H/n would be out all day attending a sports event that he had probably invited Anakin to as well. It made her chuckle to think of how Obi-Wan might be doing—awkwardly standing in a group of rowdy half-drunk men yelling at the players to move the ball farther down the court.
It had only been a week since the transfer, and the dog was already annoying her. Anakin was friendly, asking her if she needed to take a break to eat, even almost dragging her to the temple's cafeteria because ‘you haven’t drunken any water today, my lady.’ He was putting his best foot forward going into a werry situation, but he was shut down each chance.
“Do you want me to sit next to you then, Queen Y/n?” He asked gently, approaching the woman as if she was a lion.
“Please stop with the formalities, Dog. If I needed a reminder of the situation I am in, I’d have dinner with H/n.” She told him, taking her eyes away from the device for a few seconds. He sat timidly at the far end of the couch she was on, her feet on the cushion in front of him.
He pursed his lips at the cruel nickname. “My name is Anakin.” He reminded her.
“But you follow me around like a dog, and you act like making me eat soup will get you a treat.” At least he was trying, Y/n had to admit. Obi-Wan would just stand up and leave if he needed anything, and she would reject any attempt at connection her husband would make. “I’m not calling you ‘Anakin,’” Y/n spit out. “No matter how much you beg. Get a grip.”
“Then let me prove it.” He offered to make Y/n roll her eyes. Y/n let the holo pad fall on her hips, raising an eyebrow urging the man to go on. “Let me take you to dinner. Get to know me and that I’m not just some mutt. Let me prove myself.” The way he was looking at her made the queen want to laugh.
“Mutt? I could start calling you that.”
Their interactions since then had gotten better, Y/n’s snarky comments still fell like water cascading down a waterfall, but at least she was using her protector's first name. The shifted silence between them was somewhat pleasant. Anakin was confused by the new Y/n. At times she would joke with him, the teasing would quiet down for a second, and he could spend a few moments enjoying Y/n’s smile. Then she would get cold, shut him out entirely with one-word responses, and would barely look at Anakin for the rest of the day.
Anakin would have never guessed he would be sitting next to Y/n, casually sipping on wine as they talked in front of a fire. The apartment was cozy. They both sat on the couch enjoying the company of one another while Y/n’s husband was most likely asleep in his separate room at the late hour. The pair found it easy to forget about him, and only once did he ever come up between Anakin and Y/n.
“How did you even say yes to him?” Anakin wondered, curious but not wanting to ruin the enjoyable mood. The past month and a half, he had witnessed them take countless jabs at each other, and he found it amusing when they were in public together. The famed Jedi could see how forced every pet name was and how stiff they were even just standing next together.
“Because I didn’t,” Y/n confessed, looking shyly down into her wine glass. “My father was a senator who had close relations with the king, and a deal was made that once I turned eighteen, I was supposed to marry this thirty-year-old, which made no sense to me. I’m sure any teenager would be thrilled to be in such a high status, but when it comes to the point of spending a lifetime with H/n, I’m sure they would reconsider.” There was a pause. “I’m sorry,” the ice queen apologized. “I didn’t mean to dump all that on you.”
“No, no need to apologize. I shouldn’t have brought it up.” That was all he was able to say. What was he supposed to say? Congratulations on taking on an entire planet's worth of problems at the start of your adult life? His thoughts were silenced by the soft feeling of her lips on his, and surprisingly enough, he found himself kissing the queen back, putting his flesh hand on the side of her neck to keep her in place but gentle enough so if she wanted to pull away she could.
Y/n’s mind was blank as well. Maybe she could blame it on them being tipsy. She wouldn’t admit she was going soft for the Jedi. Anakin was everything H/n wasn’t. Anakin cared and would cancel plans with Senator Amidala because Y/n asked him if he could get food with her. Anakin would have a slight hold on her back as they walked around the streets together, instinctively trying to shield her away from any threats but giving Y/n enough freedom to move wherever she wanted. H/n was just a boulder. The married couple would sit in quietness, allowing the awkwardness of the elephant in the room to separate the two. He would leave her behind in the castle, living his life as if she wasn’t kidnapped into it and held hostage.
In the few seconds it took her to explain her unfortunate marriage, all she could think about was Anakin. How Anakin was with her. Even through all the insults and name-calling, he was still with her drinking wine on her couch late at night where he could be anywhere else, could be with anyone else, but he was in Y/n’s apartment. On her couch. Kissing her as if his life depended on it.
“I’m sorry,” She whispered, pulling away as they both found their breath again.
“I thought I told you that you don’t have to be sorry,” Was all he said before pulling her back to him and re-connecting their lips. The kiss was hungry. It was as if Y/n had finally found the one thing she had wanted since her wedding. To be vulnerable and open with someone and the way he was working her body with every touch and soft grope made her want to file for divorce and run away with Anakin.
They were both acting on instinct. Anakin and Y/n’s heads were fuzzy, not processing what they were doing but understanding they both wanted it. The way Y/n was grabbing Anakin's body to have him get as close to her as possible. The way the queen let out a soft moan Anakin almost missed while he bit her lip, thanking the maker for letting them meet while he pushed her down on the couch, immediately breaking them apart.
Anakin and Y/n both looked at each other, affirming consent about what was going to happen. He wasted no time finding the waistline of her pants and pulling them down with her panties. Offering Y/n a quick kiss that was more than gladly accepted, Anakin got to work where she wanted him the most. As much as his brain told him to stop and explore the other parts of the queen, to caress every part of her body and show Y/n how much he felt for her - worship her, he had to prove he deserved it. He was much more than a dog and how well he could make her feel every star in the galaxy compared to her idiot husband.
Y/n bit her lip harshly as Anakin accepted his task, wasting no time diving in her cunt. The elbows that held herself up almost faulted on her as the Jedi began sucking and lapping her most sensitive area, allowing her whole body to flex with pleasure. “A-Ah-” Y/n softly cried out, trying her best to keep quiet, but Anakin was acting as if he was a starved man who spent all the years he could remember walking around in the hot Tatooine desert and had finally found a water source.
The queen was hyperventilating in ecstasy at Anakin’s relentless attack on her. He found it entertaining to watch her as she fell onto her back and how Y/n’s eyes rolled to the back of her head just because he put one finger in her while keeping his mouth still fixated on her clit. Anakin hummed in happiness as the queen quickly took another digit with ease. He was humming into her matching her moans while Anakin’s free hand moved to push her outer thigh open to keep giving himself more access to Y/n. She was close to an orgasm, and he knew it, the way Y/n was involuntarily rocking herself against his face while her hand kept a tight told in his hair, keeping him in place. As if I ever would leave, Anakin thought to himself.
With Anakin’s fingers thrusting against Y/n’s erogenous spot in her now almost sopping pussy and mouth destroying her, Y/n came harshly. Her whole body locked up, and her thighs trapped Anakin where he had been. Anakin cleaned her cunt with pride. With every movement of his tongue, he could taste her sweet orgasm. Pulling away and licking his lips, Anakin smirked at the queen, who was panting desperately for air. Swiftly undoing his belt, Anakin smirked at the sight below him.
“Round two?”
As the time passed between the two, Anakin could almost see the infamous stone-cold lady dethaw in front of him. Sex became the perfect way for the two to get to know each other. It was their silent language for just him and her. Learning how to please and take care of each other made the time spent together better than sitting in awkwardness. It was as if they were teens the way they went at, rabbits even. Anakin and Y/n found themselves craving each other like drugs.
“Fucking say it,” Anakin growled in Y/n’s ear as he rammed his cock into her. “Scream my name, baby.” The dinner party had been an event. It was one of the few times Y/n, and her husband had to play happy couple while Anakin and Obi-Wan kept a distance to appear as if they were just a part of the crowd. It had been Senator Shasta’s event, a simple charity that Y/n and H/n had been invited to. Anakin wasted no time telling the Queen how beautiful she looked in the first few seconds they had alone, but it was the husband that got to show her off. Anakin spent the night sneaking glares at the husband.
His mind was already processing Y/n as his own even while Padme was almost glued to his side. Even while he danced with Padme, he couldn’t help his deep feelings of jealousy. While the senator talked about their future together, the ball making Amidala want one of her own, all Anakin could think about was replacing Padme with Y/n. Making Y/n his wife instead of the short lady that swayed next to him.
It irritated Anakin to watch H/n tuck Y/n’s hair behind her ear or hold her by the waist. The jealousy inside of him was overflowing by the end of the night, three hours spent of Y/n playing with her husband’s hands like they weren’t yelling at each other in the car ride to the event.
“Ani? Are you okay?” Padme asked as he walked her to her car. She wasn’t feeling too well and was thrown off when Anakin refused to stop by her apartment after escorting the couple home. “You’ve been distracted this whole night.”
“I’m perfect. Don’t worry about me.”
Y/n knew that Anakin was not okay. She would giggle every so often when she caught the Jedi shooting lasers in her husband’s brain. She had teased him before they left, telling Anakin she had faith he would control himself, and to her surprise, he did. He had even allowed himself to stay back in the shadows a few minutes after the Y/L/N entered the apartment. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to venture in and find Y/n without her husband seeing him.
“Anakin!” Y/n screamed, her mind going blank at the pace Anakin was fucking her. He had gone straight to her room and smirked when he heard the shower running. He wasted no time taking off his clothes and introducing his presence in the room before stepping into the shower. The way Anakin's eyes had darkened with lust and the erection he had already given himself just thinking about how hard he would go with her made Y/n press her back against the shower, already knowing how this was going to go.
“Gonna make you forget all about him,” Anakin warned her, trapping her in between his arms. True to his words, all she could make out at this point was senseless cries of pleasure mixed in with his name. It was rough, and the way Anakin talked was borderline degrading, but Y/n couldn’t care less. “Gonna fill you up… Make you mine.” He told her, his hand moving to grip her jaw tightly to force her to look at him. Her leg was wrapped around him, her whole body bouncing with every thrust. “You like that? Huh? You like hearing how you’re gonna take my load in your tight cunt?”
All Y/n could do was moan. It was all too much for her, the steam of the room, the way Anakin was almost painfully rocking into her. She didn’t care for the safeword the two had made. It was too blissful to stop.
“Too fucked to talk, huh? I bet your fucking husband can hear you get railed by the strongest Jedi in the galaxy,” Anakin let out a chuckle, putting his face on her shoulder to watch the way her breasts would bounce up and down. “He could never fuck you this well, huh? Gonna look so pretty with my child Y/n. Gonna fuck a baby into you. Make you mine.” It was new to him to be so primal and territorial, but Anakin felt like he could rip the hands of the next person who touched Y/n. “You hear that?” He angrily demanded.
Watching the queen pathetically nod her head, the three orgasms that had been so far given to her made her almost jelly-like. Unable to respond appropriately to what he wanted and could barely hold herself up. Anakin loved seeing Y/n like this, head was thrown back, and her eyes screwed close as she sporadically whimpered close to another end. “Gonna breed you till you're pregnant and full of cum.” Y/n collapsed in Anakin’s arms as the fourth orgasm hit her and cried out in overstimulation in his neck as he kept sliding in and out of her, chasing his own.
Y/n was out the moment her head touched the pillow that night. Already tired from the event and now what Anakin had put her through, she was ready to go to bed a while ago and Anakin had insisted on running her an actual bath to clean off.
He kept the urge to tease her as the queen fought to stay awake while he dried her off with the towel, and Anakin was sure she was sleeping softly as he set her down on the toilet to brush her hair, knowing how much hated waking up with tangles in it. He thought it was cute how Y/n looked at him with stars in her eyes, smiling softly. Anakin made sure to take care of her, as he always did. Telling her how much he appreciated Y/n—pressing complainants and kisses into her skin as her response shortened from quiet ‘yeahs’ then to ‘mmm’s.
“Comfy?” Anakin asked Y/n as he put her under the covers of her bed. Anakin pressed a kiss to her head as Y/n lazily nodded, giving what little energy she had left in her away before drifting off to sleep. Anakin smiled softly at her before joining the bed next to her and pulling the queen into him. “I love you,” Anakin whispered before closing his eyes to sleep for the night.
Fortunately, Y/n didn’t have to wait long before she could hear how much Anakin loved her consciously. She had asked him to slow down his late-night visits temporarily, a week or two at most. “It’s just until H/n clams down a little Anakin,” Y/n told him, making Anakin scoff. “I’m sure you can handle a night or two in your own bed can’t hurt you too badly.”
Y/n’s husband had abruptly stormed into her office earlier that day, causing both Anakin and Y/n to look at him in surprise. “Anakin,” H/n started, trying to stay calm and mask the anger he had inside of him. “Senator Amidala has been trying to find you all morning,” He began walking into the small room. “I suggest you go find her.”
“Did she say what for?” Anakin asked nervously before standing up.
“Didn’t catch it,” H/n shot at the Jedi. “I think you should leave now.”
After exchanging a brief look as Anakin left, Y/n stood up and made her way across her desk, arms crossed and a disapproving scowl on her face. “Mind telling me the hell was that about?”
“What’s going on between you and Skywalker?” H/n wasted no time getting to his point. “And don’t bullshit me because I can tell.” His comment made his wife roll her eyes. H/n was many things but not a fool. He could tell that something had gotten to Y/n. She was different somehow.
She was happier, it seemed. He had caught her on a few occasions laughing at a random comment the Jedi knight had made. The snarkiness was still there, but she had been acting like H/n was an afterthought. She didn't care about her blunt answers to him but didn't care to dig deeper and continue with rude comments. Y/n was practically glowing these days. H/n found it funny how he found himself almost missing their petty arguments.
“Nothings going on, I don’t understand how it’s any of your business what mine and the Dog’s relationship is. I don’t care what unfortunate girl you put your dick in.”
“Because I don’t stick my dick in anyone but you.” He reminded her, causing her to look away for a moment. “We're still married, remember?”
“Only legally.” Y/n shot back. “I was seventeen when you and my father made this marriage agreement, so don’t act like I wanted this.” H/n sat down in one of the chairs in front of her not wanting to admit he might have overstepped. “Don’t tell me how you want to ‘do it right’ and go to couples counseling or whatever. You couldn’t have actually thought that I wanted to be some docile housewife and pump out your kids, right?” She let the room go quiet for a moment, looking down at the man who ruined her life.
“When I found out that I was supposed to be married to you, I was seeing this girl named Santana. She was blunt and confident, and resourceful and I was this small and frail girl who wore ribbons in her braids to school and got sad when bugs died. After my father had told me about yours and his little arrangement, if you so call it,” Y/n confessed to him, looking down at her shoes. “I made plans with her to run away, so I didn’t have to spend a lifetime with you.
We had everything lined up to go. Once we graduated, our plan was to sneak out of the ceremony with her Abuela since she lived in the countryside. It was a cozy lake house covered by woods and easy to miss if you didn’t pay close enough attention since it blended in with everything so well. The idea was to help her grandmother sell the quilts she made, and when she died, we were going to take over the business. Santana was crafty enough to know how to hunt and scavenge so we could get by. It wouldn’t be anything like we were used to, but we would be together at least.
One month before our escape, Santana went missing. Just vanished, didn’t show up to school, and her parents had contacted the authorities to try and find her. Abuela hadn’t even seen her. A week before our wedding, they found Santana turned over in a river, cause of death unknown because of the condition of her body. Seems awfully suspicious that she died right before I turned eighteen, doesn’t it?” Y/n paused for a moment, feeling tears well up in her eyes and her throat tighten.
“I want you to understand that we,” Y/n emphasized, drawing a finger back and forth between the man sitting down and herself. “It was never going to work. Every time I look at you, I see what perfect life I could have had if you hadn't been so keen on marrying me. When I’m with Anakin, it’s like I don’t even know you H/n. I can forget I ever have to go through an awful life of being tied to you.
Get out of my office and get some fucking therapy if you ever think we could be something normal.”
True to his nickname, the Dog was all over Y/n the night she had offered him to stay again, not caring what her husband thought. It had only been eight nights, Anakin had taken longer to travel to planets before, but it didn’t stop him from behaving as if it was their first night together again on the couch. It made Y/n laugh, knowing they spent a majority of the day together but still the feverish passion of him spending the night again, one would think they hadn’t seen each other in months.
“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad,” Y/n told him and his dramatized confession on how hard it was to be away from her.
“Shut up. You weren’t there to experience the pain of being without you,” He told her, pulling her into his chest. It wasn’t the general statement of not being able to sleep with her he didn’t like. It was the absentee feeling of her body missing against him that bothered him. He loved waking up at a point that was almost too early in the morning so Y/n and he could spend some time together in the morning light before he had to sneak out.
“Then what are you going to do once I leave?” Y/n asked, knowing her stay was down to two weeks left.
“Well,” Anakin began, playing with the ends of her hair. “I figured I would convince you to stay here longer. There are the apartments the politicians stay in. The senate district isn’t too far from here, so we can still see each other without worry.”
“I might need a little more convincing,” The queen giggled teasingly.
“C’mon Y/n. Stay with me, please. I love-”
“You can’t say that, Anakin.” Y/n cut him off. She had no real objection to Anakin confessing his feelings, but after that, she knew she would have to say those three words back to him. It wasn’t a lie. She did love him. It worried her what it would do to her if she said it back. The harsh demeanor she had spent the last four years living in had taken root in her body. Santana, the wedding, H/n, it had taken the love out of the meaning of love and left a cold block in place. She had felt love for Anakin for some time but couldn’t bring herself to acknowledge the feeling, not wanting Anakin to become another reason for her stoic-ness. “Because I don’t know how to say it back,” She whispered shamefully.
“Then let me say I love you, and you’ll just kiss me back,” Anakin responded, kissing Y/n, who didn’t miss the chance to reciprocate.
Anakin and Y/n walked in silence back to her apartment. The dinner conversation was cut to a halt, and neither wanted to pitch a new idea for their circumstances. Earlier in the week leading up to the dinner, Y/n had been sick, and no matter how hard she tried to wave it off as food poisoning, the worried Jedi did her check-up with a doctor. "Food poisoning doesn't last over a week, Angel." A simple blood test confirmed the obvious. Y/n was pregnant.
The appointment was early in the morning, giving Y/n enough time to sit and analyze every question that came into her head. Telling Anakin was the easiest part. The moment Anakin heard her confession, Y/n was brought into a gentle hug. Too scared to possibly hurt her or the fetus that she guessed was only six to eight weeks old, he pulled away from her. "This is the most wonderful moment of my life," Anakin began. "Let's celebrate. Let me take you somewhere nice for dinner tomorrow."
The dinner had started out nice, the secret couple enjoying the fact that they were going to bring a new life into the galaxy together. Y/n shifted in her seat uncomfortably as her insecurities about the situation set in.
"I'll have to find a way to baby proof the ship. I could make a safety seat to put the little one in." Every idea and comment that went through Anakin's head came out unfiltered, too happy to recognize the hardships they would have to overcome. "I mean, what age is really too young to start learning how to fly Y/n? I've been flying and pod racing since I can remember." He finished his comment before taking another bite of food and swallowing. "Feeling good, my love?"
Y/n had barely touched her food. "I'm fine," She lied, stopping for a moment before going on, "I think there are more pressing issues we should talk about rather than nursery colors. I'm not even sure how involved you can be. It's not like we can just tell people it's your baby."
Anakin leaned back a bit in his chair, taken aback by his girlfriend's comments that were appearing out of the left field. He watched her move the food in front of her around with her fork, debating if she could continue. She wasn't wrong, Y/n was married, and Anakin belonged to a code that prohibited even the thought of starting a family of their own.
Anakin thought for a moment, clearly upset that the public would have to believe that his child was produced by someone else. "Can't we just tell people that H/n couldn't get you pregnant, so you came to me?" He asked. "I mean, who wouldn't want to have a kid with me since I have such great genes." The joke was left in silence, Anakin cowering down under Y/n's harsh glare.
"Then what?" Y/n was falling back on the hard statue that was now natural to her. "Are you going to watch our child grow up from the shadows while H/n and I raise it? I-I don't even know how I will tell him and make it seem to believe Anakin. I have sex with him like three times a year at most, and none of which have been since I came here."
Anakin and Y/n sat in silence, the differences between the two more obvious than not. Anakin was optimistic. Years of defying the odds had him looking out for the silver lining in most situations. People would tell him that his head was in the clouds when he explained some of his ideas to them. Y/n spent the past few years almost looking for ideas and plans to fall flat and crumble before they even took off. Strategizing herself into dead ends that never reached a positive conclusion was what kept her grounded, ready for the next punch of life.
"Is this even a good idea, Anakin? I mean, we barely know each other. I've known you for almost half a year, and a third of which I've been knocked up for. What if we just rushed too far into things? We're not married, we don't live together, and at most, I get to see you for a few hours a day, and you don't even stay over full time. I can't have a kid with someone who literally isn't supposed to have one-"
"Then what do you want?" Anakin asked, hurt at the idea that Y/n wasn't even trying to put her best foot forward. "We can do this. I need you to believe me."
"And I need you to be open to going through other options than having this trainwreck with me." The conversation after that came to a halt. Neither Y/n nor Anakin spoke to each other, afraid of stepping on each other's ideas.
The two stood at the doorway of her apartment, waiting awkwardly for one of the two to say something to comfort the other. "So…." Y/n began, not knowing exactly where to look. On the walk back to the apartment, the two stole quick glances at each other, trying to judge and calculate where their minds were. "I guess this is it." her voice came out a little above a whisper as she reached for the door handle to leave the Jedi.
"Wait," Anakin said, reaching out to stop Y/n from opening the door. Y/n turned to face him, silently hoping that this wasn't the end for them. "Y/n, angel," his voice faulted him. There were millions of thoughts speed racing through his head, the moment of all or nothing catching up to him, and the last thing he wanted was for Y/n to consider him a past memory.
"I-I love you," He stammered out. "I love you, Y/n, and this child is a blessing for us. I want this, I want us. I-I want to raise this baby with you, and I want to grow old next to you and love you for the rest of my life." Anakin was dramatic, and often Y/n would roll her eyes at him and would tell him to stop being so theatrical or say to him that the drama department had an opening for him if the whole Jedi gig didn't work out. Still, now she listened to his every word, hanging on to every syllable, hoping what he was saying was true.
"I know it's gonna be hard, and I can't promise you that we will live in a grand luxurious manner, and I can't tell you that it's going to be easy either but please." He was begging at this point. "Give me a few months until you actually start showing to scrap some stuff together, I'll find a place for us and our baby, and you can pick the planet. I'll leave the order and get a job somewhere, but please. Let me love you, and I promise you'll never regret it."
"Sounds like you're proposing," Y/n smiled, chuckling a little, wiping her teary eyes getting emotional over Anakin's confession. "Didn't even get me a ring," She teased.
"And what if I am?" Anakin asked, taking her hands in his, making her blush.
Y/n nodded her head, the smile never wavering. "Of course I will marry you, Anakin." The simple sentence was all he needed to pull her into a deep kiss, putting all his feelings and emotions of love and desperation into the kiss. Anakin was all Y/n ever wanted. An opportunity to start over, to forget the royal life and be loved, and held every night in the arms of someone who wanted to give Y/n the entire solar system and would most likely walk around every planet in the galaxy to make sure Y/n was safe, protected and happy.
"I'll see you tonight, my love," Anakin told her after the two pulled away, moving to put his forehead on hers. "Just send a message, and I'll come."
"Of course," With one last sweet little kiss, Y/n made her way into her living quarters to find H/n sitting down on the couch in front of a fire. Unlike the hallway, the unit was dark and cold. The only thing besides the fire giving light was an alone lamp. Y/n slipped off her shoes and pulled her jacket off before slowly making her way to her room, failing to go unnoticed by her husband.
"You left some papers out," H/n started, staring at the results of her blood work, not even bothering to turn around. "You didn't tell me you were pregnant." His voice and tone were bitter, picking it up from his wife.
"Yeah, I've had some IVF appointments and-"
"Cut the shit Y/N. I know about you and Skywalker." He finally stood up, turning around slowly to see the girl he once married standing there in shock. "You two weren't exactly the most discrete while sneaking him in and out of our apartment. Are you that big of a whore to go and fuck someone else while married? Even I have boundaries."
Y/n was speechless, standing still in shock, obviously taken back at the sudden revelation. She knew it would happen eventually, that they were going to have to break the news to H/n, or he would connect the dots somehow. Calling his wife out over the information over her pregnancy wasn't how she pictured it to go down.
Part of her was also confused. Why was he so upset? He knew from the very beginning that Y/n didn't want to marry him. The years they had been together, there had not been a glimmer of hope that it could have turned into enemies to lovers trope. "Don't you cry on me now. You knew what you were getting yourself in to the moment you requested that transfer." His words were hurting her. How could she not feel the sting in her chest when he used Anakin against her.
Moving in front of Y/n, H/n looked at her. She did look fantastic, H/n admitted. But it wasn't for him. The restaurant Anakin had taken Y/n just a few hours before was an upscale establishment, black-tie only and filled with posh civilians. Padme had taken Anakin a few times for a different outing. Still, the Jedi always felt ostracize, running to his home to quickly shower and throw on a nice button-up after being gut-deep in a droid while simultaneously trying to figure out if the luxury food would hurt his stomach or not.
Anakin wanted Y/n to feel special, loved and even though the food would cause him to be throwing up all night, he wanted to show his lover off to the world. Or the small number of people who were also dining in the restaurant.
H/n let out a dry laugh as he touched the necklace Y/n wore, admiring how he finally felt in control of their relationship. He wondered if she remembered the night H/n gave the jewelry to her; the one time she had a pregnancy scare with him, he took her to The Vine, another fancy restaurant like Anakin did.
"To a new life," He offered, opening up the box it was being held in front of her. The only time Y/n had worn the jewel was when she went out to celebrate the false positive with a friend a week later.
"Why don't," H/n monologued, "Why don't we leave here? Go back home and start over Y/n. This could be our new start. We could renew our vows, take a trip to Scarif for a honeymoon and have this baby. We can finally do it right." H/n put his forehead on Y/n's, frowning a bit when she tried to pull away, cringing, but his grip on her shoulders kept her from seeking refuge in her room. "We'll be happy. Don't tell me you thought you could have this with Anakin. After all, he is married to the one senator that we spent all night dancing with at the ball we went to."
"He's not married-" Y/n's voice faltered on her, refusing to believe her husband.
"Do you really think I'm that stupid, Y/n? Did you really think we just sat around talking about what kind of beer we liked? Maker," H/n laughed. "You really didn't think before opening your legs, huh?" It was almost comical to H/n to watch his terrifying wife shake her head in disbelief while the first few tears ran down her face, effectively ruining her makeup with every drop. "I might not be a good spouse, but at least I don't have an adulterer on my record. All I'm asking is that you never see him again, honey. We'll go back to Aquilae and forget we even had to come here."
"Or what? What if I don't want-"
"Then I'll ruin him." H/n threatened as Y/n looked up at him, terrified. "I'll go to the council, the public, anyone who has ears. I'll tear him apart. He won't even be able to show his face anywhere without being scrutinized. Hurting the poor queen while cheating on his own high-profile wife? What a monster." H/n joked, pulling his now sobbing wife into his chest and putting his head on top of hers.
"But you're not giving me any choice!" Y/n cried, and he nodded.
"I know," H/n proudly said, kissing the top of his wife's head. "Why don't you go lay down in my room tonight. I've already packed our bags, Y/n. We leave early tomorrow."
The young padawan sat in the co-pilot's chair fiddling with the small crystal she had slipped into the pockets of his robe before he left for the mission. The black rock was small, he only noticed a few hours prior when he was searching his pockets for some headphones, wanting to drift off to some music while the ship was cruising through space on route to get back to the temple.
He was confused, how did this get here? He didn’t remember putting a rock in his pocket this time as he had done before giving his tiny findings to her. Anakin and his master had just left one of the most gassiest planets out in the entire solar system so there was no way the black gem had even come from the planet they were just at.
It was only when Obi-Wan saw his padawan be so engrossed in the small rock he asked what it was. Anakin shrugged, holding it up, “A rock.”
Obi-Wan scuffed sitting in the pilot's seat, and held out his hand. When Anakin handed it over Obi-wan looked at it more closely. “It seems to be black tourmaline. Some people use it to help with protection against negative energy and stress.” He explained handing it back. “Tell Y/n it must have worked from what we just came out of.” Obi-wan finished, turning his attention to the book in his hands.
Anakin smiled. “It’s not from her.” he lied. He looked at the vastness of space in front of him and then back at the rock wondering how he managed to get lucky enough to fall in love with Y/n, but to have her sneak him crystals on mission so he would be safe.
“I could get you something like flowers if you want?” Anakin asked his girlfriend while she was focused on entering data onto the holopad in her hands. Visiting her at her job wasn’t the best time to indulge in small conversations, but the young doctor in training gave the clumsy boy the perfect excuse to visit her. “I’m sure I can grab a few before I go and ya know, be the strongest jedi in the galaxy.” He bragged which made her laugh.
“I want you to come back alive.” She told him to set the device down and turn her chair to face Anakin who sat on the examining bed.
“I always do.”
“Last time you came back without an arm.” Y/n snarked back. “Do you know how freaked out I was? I was expecting hugs and maybe dinner but you came off that ship in a stretcher Anakin. Just be careful okay?”
“Okay my love,” He said, pushing himself off and walking over to the door with you. “And its your turn for dinner actually.” He joked pulling her into a soft hug before being playfully pushed out of the room.
“What’s wrong Anakin?” Y/n tried to calm her boyfriend down who was currently pacing the apartment they shared crying, basically hyperventilating. From what she had so far gathered, the council meeting didn’t go well. The mission Anakin went on had been anything but successful and she knew that Mace Widnu had no problem taking digs at the Jedi knight. “I can’t help you if you don't talk to me, honey.” She told him, putting a hand on his shoulder to keep him from moving.
“W-we need to do it-t.” Anakin cried, desperately looking in her eyes. “We should leave and never come back.” He sob at the end shook his body enough for him to almost collapse, lucky enough her arms had moved to his waist allowing her body to support the crying man. “We need to run away. I don’t want this anymore.”
The idea of running away was a dream they both shared. Getting away from the temple and having a life of their own, together of course, was a common conversation they had. Nights where sleep was restless or if one of them would have a nightmare the sweet dreams of not having to live by the jedi boundaries was an escape. One would think they had it all figured out due to how detailed they would get. The couple would talk about the house they were going to live in, how many bedrooms they need, one or two levels. Where they would work, Anakin would get a job at a maintenance shop, fixing up ships or droids that needed work and she would open up a small bakery, Anakin would always tell her that he would get everything for free.
“It’d be the boyfriend discount, and since I am the only boyfriend it only applies to me,” he joked once, making her laugh.
They even talked about what ship they would take when they made their great escape, what planets they would need to stop at to throw off anyone who might be on their trail. Anakin would pilot much to her disapproval. “What's our better option? I know you don’t know how to fly angel, and I am the best pilot in the entire galaxy.”
“Are you sure?” Y/n asked, running away was a lot. No more talking to friends, or any type of communication with the people they knew for years upon years.
Anakin nodded, taking in a deep breath and standing up straight. “Please, Y/n. I want this. I want you.” He begged her. “I want to marry you not in some bullshit private wedding, in front of family and friends. Maybe even then we could start our own family, we just- not here. We can’t have that here and I’m tired of waiting.”
“Okay,” Y/n whispered, Anakin’s confidence about eloping growing on to her. “Yes. I’ll run away with you.”
“That’s all I need to hear.” He responded before kissing her, knowing this now was the start of their lifetime together.
I honestly dk what this is but its set in AOTC kinda want to turn this into a little series $wag also shout out to my fellow nihilists this is for you bb
Palpatine had always kept watchful over her but never loomed. It would have been too obvious. When he met Anakin, it was like a breath of fresh air, a realization that this little boy was destined to restore the balance in the force and his daughter, Y/n, would be the one to defeat him. He had begun the idea of his daughter once he joined the Darkside, already knowing that the possibility to be overthrown was something he couldn’t let happen. The dark energy, the power, was simply too much to let go of. The moment he saw the nine-year-old boy, the lord was happy to know that the power would stay on the dark side.
Dooku trained Y/n as a padawan, and when he left the order, he took Y/n with him, kidnapping her into the night. When she asked why they were leaving the temple as he dragged her into a ship, he simply replied, “Sometimes when politicians can’t do their job, we must do something ourselves.” Over the years together, he would open up more, telling Y/n about the death of Qui-Gon and every step that drove him to leave.
“The Jedi rely on selflessness. To strip one’s ability to have connection and emotion. They lose themselves in conformity. We need to take control of the life we’re given. Emotion, passion, drive. Those are how we will be victorious. Corrupt politicians pull the Jedi around like kites on strings. You can not try and save a house that its lousy foundation has torn down. Tear it down and build a new one.”
It was her job to ensure just that, a new foundation set within the heart of the Darkside. Relentless training to mentally and physically defeat the chosen one. Palpatine would often tell her that her destiny was a part of the Sith Two, that the strongest one of the two would survive, and it was to be her. Darth Sidious found comfort that his creation would take over the Darkside once she had killed him and the Count. The most decisive Jedi ruling on the side of the night.
She didn’t quite understand it, but to stay on the Darkside made the most sense to her. It wasn’t about power. It was the lifestyle. Why be selfless if there was no personal gain? Why spend a life living for something else? Shouldn’t one live their life for themselves? Everyone, she determined, had to want something. As long as she did what she wanted, it was enough. It had to be. Because without drive and her idea of what was truly right and wrong, how would she get anything done?
She rationed that it all didn’t matter. She would never know who was right because, in her mind, the concept of being right varied too much. The Jedi thought they were right, the sith thought they were right, the politicians who voted against their people’s needs thought they were right. She had to suffer through Palpatine’s long lectures about how awful the senate was and now terrible the Jedi Order is. But who was to say he was right? That was only his opinion. Who was to say the Jedi were right because a frog that was almost nine hundred years old said so?
“I’m just…” Anakin went on, pulling a piece of grass out of the ground. “I mean, I don’t know. Padmè is beautiful and wonderful. She’s everything that could make someone perfect: marriage, it’s so permanent. I know I’m supposed to be excited, which I am, of course. But what if we were not supposed to be together.”
His speech made her frown. “Sometimes, it’s better just to dive in and see where you land.” She offered. The dreams with Anakin were a peaceful escape to a Jedi’s life. Neither knew why their dreams brought them together or what they even meant. Neither of them bothered, living the same training life on opposite sides. A sweet dream was the perfect reward. “And who are you going to be with then, me?” She teased back.
The setting of the dreams was in the meadows of Naboo. The pastel-colored flowers stood dim in the moonlight from the starry night above. Anakin laid with his head in her lap as they talked about their personal lives, never going in too deep about what their destinies were. Anakin no longer had the pressure of being the chosen one, and Y/n never had to admit she would kill the chosen one.
“I wish,” Anakin admitted, now looking up at her. “I want so bad to meet you Y/n, not just in my dreams but in real life. If I could have you by my side, all of this would be less confusing. I’ve fallen in love with you, a woman in my dreams. Why can’t you be in my reality?”
“Don’t say that,” She whispered. Whenever Anakin talked about his little girl-thing, Y/n wasn’t even one hundred percent sure what their relationship was, and she always felt a slight nic in her heart. Y/n knew that she was in love with Anakin, but to hear about another woman making him the happiest he’s been in the majority of the years that she knew him, that it wasn’t her, the one sneaking in kisses with him in the shadows. It brought out an ugly feeling of jealousy and possessiveness to Y/n that she didn’t know she had.
“I promise, one day, I’ll be with you in all the ways you want.” She spoke with a smile. She would often daydream about what life would be like to meet him real-time. They would run up to each other and crush each other in a hug. She imagined it all.
“Tell me about it,” Anakin edged on, closing his eyes as if it was going to play out in his head.
“Well, I want to go somewhere like D’Qar, somewhere quiet where I won’t have to worry about neighbors or anyone I don’t want finding me. Or us, because you’re coming with me no matter what your soon-to-be wife says,” You teased, making him laugh. “Maybe- Sometimes in my dreams, there’s no Padmè, it’s just us, and every so often there are kids, but it’s just us. Tucked away where we can be together, and nothing can bother us or stop us from being together.”
The silence that sat in between them began to scare Y/n, “Is that a future you would want with me?”
His eyes met hers, a peaceful moment in the chaos of their lives. He reached up to tuck a strand of hair that fell in front of her face, behind her ear. “If I were able to, I would.”
“And why can’t you? Why can’t you have the things you want, Anakin? Is it wrong to be happy?”
Waking up from the dreams was always the most challenging part, the reality of it not being a reality. Y/n woke up already in a bad mood, mentally kicking herself for pushing too far in. Of course, he wouldn’t want to. He’s getting married to someone else. You’re too late. It had always been Y/n’s plan to end up with Anakin in some way or another. From the first dream to now, she decided to leave the Sith once she had killed the chosen one. Somedays, she would pace around, impatiently waiting for whoever held the title to cross her path so she could just finish the job and take the next ship to wherever Anakin was.
She tore the necklace he had given her off her neck, clutching the carven japor snippet in her hand with a grip so hard she could have cracked it if it wasn’t made out of stone. She was squeezing her eyes shut, trying not to cry. Anakin had given Y/n the good luck charm when they were at the age of thirteen. Y/n was upset that once everything was over that he may not want to be with her, the reputation of her choices would drive him away.
“Well, you can’t be that bad,” He commented, pulling out the carved stone from his pocket and shyly handing it to her. “I made this for you,” Anakin explained as she put it around her neck, “So that when good things happen, you can think of me. It’ll be my way of keeping you safe, and in return, one day, you will come to me safely.”
She opened her eyes and stared at the carvings, remembering how Anakin said he made it just for her, so she better not lose it. Y/n wanted to break it, throw it away, and never see Anakin again. She wanted more than just the dreams. She wanted the sunsets and the early morning and the rainy days - all of it. Maybe they were wrong, they weren’t supposed to meet, and it was just a nice dream.
She couldn’t do that. She at least owes him a simple greeting, and then she can get rid of him. Putting the necklace back on and wiping her face to make sure she wasn’t crying, Y/n walked out of the room, ready for whatever the sith wanted her to do.
“Just be patient,” Her master told her as they waited outside the still open ship. Geonosis was overrun with battle, the sith fighting tooth and bone to claim the planet as its capital, the major droid foundries, and its Mandalorians. Nothing could be more perfect for the sith. The two force signatures caught Y/n’s attention. Looking up at Dooku, she told him, “Well, let’s make it quick then.”
“The chosen one will be here,” he whispered back. “I’ll leave that one to you.”
“You’re gonna pay for all the Jedi you killed, Dooku,” A familiar voice said as you both turned around in unison. “Y/N?” A pit dropped in her stomach. It was him, Anakin. Anakin’s blue saber was pointed at the ground, more focused on her than the older man.
The necklace he gave her burned her through her robes. Anakin was finally there in front of her. This Anakin was different from her dreams. He stood with more pride and confidence. He was also the chosen one. “I-I didn’t expect to meet you like this,” She told him, knowing full well once on the ship, she would be interrogated about her knowledge of the boy.
“Why are you with him?” The venom in his voice almost made her feel guilty about being who she was. “Are you-? Don’t tell me Y/n-” He couldn’t find the words to express his confusion and disappointment, “You’re a Sith. How can you be with them? You lied to me! Can’t you see what they’re doing to you? Can’t you see what they’ve done!”
“The Jedi know no facts,” She spoke, looking over at the Count, waiting for his head nod and sign of approval to ignite her orange saber. The whole weapon was made for destruction, a perfect saber to kill the chosen one. Its orange glow was representing strength. The curved hilt that matched hers of her masters was perfect for duels and close fights. “Only assumptions.”
It hurt her to have him looking at her in disgust. As if she was suddenly less than him because of her beliefs. “Anakin, you need to calm down,” She warned him as he charged towards her, only for Dooku to step in front of her, raising his hand to send bolds of electricity into the boy’s body and fling him into a rock wall. “Don’t keep me waiting,” Her master spoke before walking up the platform of the ship.
Y/n only had seconds to understand that not only her master had abandoned her, Anakin was also lying limp in a pile of rocks, and the other Jedi was making his way towards her. She pointed her saber straight ahead at him, taking careful steps around him, trying to think about how this all would end. Was this it? When is supposed to kill the chosen one who happened to be the boy Y/n had fallen in love with over the past ten years? She knew that once she killed Anakin, she would have to kill the two sith above her, starting the two over with her as a master.
“I heard the little green guy talks highly of you, Kenobi. What a pity it will be when I kill his two strongest men.”
Obi-wan shook his head, “You’re not Dooku’s apprentice. You’re just an assassin to him. Y/n why would he elect a child to be his successor?” He spoke as if he could read her mind, his blue eyes pleading with her.
“You don’t know anything!” Y/n yelled, making the first strike. His saber skills were advanced, but quickly she was able to disarm him and left two marks on him, one on his arm and one on his thigh. She walked up to him, the two staring at each other. Was she about to kill this man? She had never killed a human before. Taking down droids and other creatures were casual to her. Humans? This man was edging her on with his eyes, both understanding that she wasn’t able to drive her saber into his neck. She couldn’t just kill a man who had done nothing to her. That would be wrong, right? But if it was so bad, why was she encouraged to do it?
Before she could thoroughly choose, Anakin came at full force again. This time his master had tossed him his saber, making the fight two against one. “Why won’t you join our site, the right side?” Anakin asked, swiftly dodging her but failing to make any advancements to disarming her.
“I don’t believe in any right sides.” She told him, knocking the green lightsaber out of his hand, evening out the fight. “I believe in one thing. Power of human will.”
She walked into the ship quietly, ignoring the little green Jedi behind her. She didn’t care about the older man, Yoda or Count Dooku. She walked past the sith and made her way right to the pilot’s seat before sitting down.
Dooku followed her, giving her space as she sat down. Crossing his arms like a disappointed parent, he asked, “Well?”
“I cut his arm off,” Y/n spoke, taking out the necklace and looking at the charm in her hand. She left right after, watching him lay unconscious against his master, missing apart of his right arm. She had hurt him, and for a moment, when she was looking at the injured pair, the padawan’s master had the same look on his face as before. An eyebrow raised as if to say, Do it, kill us. I doubt you’ll do it.
“I’m disappointed in you.” He said. Y/n could have done it. She would have just pictured them as droids and slice the two in half. It would have been quick and painless. She could have plaid her life out, kill the chosen one, rule the sith, and live her life. Why didn’t you? She kept thinking as she admired the gift.
Looking at the charm, the future she talked about seemed too far away, especially now. The end with the boy she loved, Anakin, who also was the boy she was supposed to kill. But for right now, she thought to herself. She wouldn’t kill him, at least not yet, until she knew for sure that her fantasies with Anakin were just wild dreams. It was her own life. Why couldn’t she have the things she wanted?
if this dosen’t take im shooting myself $wag no TW except usual sadness. Slight simp anakin and breeding kink but iykyk
She sat outside on the porch in her rocking chair, watching the ship in front of her lower its self onto the meadow surrounding the cabin that she lived in with her husband. She smiled to herself, her hands rubbing her pregnant stomach in relief that he was home. It was a new feeling to both of them, homeliness. A family that is now back together. Or at the very least, the start of one.
They had met when they were both young, Anakin was in Jedi training, and Y/n was a mechanic at the same temple. It was a decent gig, she reasoned with herself. The many hours and days spent watching and learning from her father in his shop had paid off.
Born and raised in the capital of the galaxy, the high life never slowed down. There was always loud traffic, busy trade; the planet never slept. Anyone could go to a party or club; some festival was always happening. The temple was different, a little peace in the concrete jungle. As the war started, the need for maintenance shot up—the urgency to fix whatever droids or ships needed to be rewired or mending broken welds. Simultaneously, the Jedi and the politicians tried to restore the balance, maintenance fixing everything else.
A job was a job, and getting herself out of her father’s small auto body garage was a priority for her. Pulling night shift sucked, but the lack of staff and management who wanted to do nights meant she could get away with a lot.
It started when the shy padawan walked up to her, the shift partner in the area she worked with was sleeping in his chair, and even tho he was older than her and had more experience, Y/n didn’t wake him up. It was her first real interaction with someone who was force sensitive, and she was thanking the stars that this boy somehow made his way to her.
It wasn’t because he was lost. Anakin had been at the temple long enough to know it by hand and could probably draw blueprints of the entire layout. The way around maintenance wasn’t that hard, as he often borrowed material from them to fix small stuff he could handle. Anakin had caught glimpses of her, he would stare at her for the few seconds it took to pass each other while he was leaving the ship and for maintenance to check it for any repairs that needed to be done.
“What’s up, Starboy?” Y/n teased. Even though she had never met him formally, he was quite well known for his destiny.
He shuffled his feet around, and all the confidence he once had was gone. He looked at her before looking down at the table she was in front of, watching her set down the wrench she was fiddling with.
“I need an arm.” He shot out, not even knowing how to ask for such a thing.
“An arm?” She had responded, wanting to make sure he had said the right thing. “Why do you need an arm-” She asked but quickly stopped as he dropped his robe, and she realized he was missing the very thing he had asked for. “Oh. You need an arm.”
It took about six months for the arm to be built. It took a lot of measurements, calculating, and many, many nights for it to be made giving Anakin time to grow his confidence back up and flirt relentlessly with her. Telling her that it didn’t bother him that he would almost get little to no sleep because ‘being with you is a dream I never want to wake up from.’ On the nights he didn’t see her he would tell her, ‘Even though I couldn’t be with you, I still see you in my dreams. The best dreams I will ever have will always be the ones where you are in it. My dreams with you are so sweet to the violent reality of being a Jedi.’
The last night the two spent together working on his arm, or to be honest it was just her while Anakin would pour his heart out to her, hoping for something, a kiss, or even the simple statement that she returned his feelings.
“If I have any problems with my arm, I’m coming to you. For my arm and my heart, you are the only one who knows how to fix them. Help me Y/n, my heart hurts, it burns for you. Every time I leave you or think about how you aren’t mine it aches. It’s so painful. Fix it, please. Tell me you don’t feel the same way, that your heart beats differently to the tune of mine.” He told her, watching her with doe eyes as she concentrated on wiring the last few things together.
“Isn’t that against your rules?”
“Attachment is forbidden, possession is forbidden. Compassion, which I would define as unconditional love, is essential to a Jedi’s life. So you might say I am encouraged to feel this way about you.” He stated, awkwardly biting his lip which made her giggle.
“In three days, I have time off, maybe then you can teach me about this new teaching, and I can teach you something about how to use the arm.”
Neither of them expected it to be like this. Married and expecting. The moment she had told Anakin the news, he had immediately begun thinking of moving. Getting away from the city life and going somewhere more quiet and peaceful. Somewhere the war could not disturb them, so they landed in Alderaan. The whole planet was pulled right from a painting, and the moment they settled on the cozy cabin, they both realized that after years of running around, they finally found their home. With each other, in their soon-to-be family, and in Alderaan.
As the ship lowered its self to the ground, the woman awkwardly got out of the chair and stood up, holding onto the wooden frame of the porch. Anakin swiftly got out, smiling from ear to ear as he saw her waiting for him. His feet moved on their own as he ran to her, watching her take careful steps to meet him. Before she knew it, his arms were around her, pulling her into him. “Don’t strain yourself for me.” He whispered, kissing her head.
She was thirty-three weeks into her pregnancy with twins. The two babies growing safely in her womb had made things more difficult for her in terms of moving around, and she had long forgotten her shoes.
They didn’t move in right away. They waited until work became difficult for Y/n, getting down to work on something wasn’t easy anymore, and she couldn’t be on her feet for more than an hour and a half until her feet started hurting. On the other hand, Anakin wanted to move in as soon as they got it. ‘You shouldn’t have to work, you’re pregnant with our babies, and I want you to enjoy this.’ He also knew how chatty the maintenance section was and was not looking forward to any rumors that could be spread about his wife. ‘Tell them they are mine. I’m not going to let them disrespect my children by disrespecting you. Tell them that I got you pregnant, that you took me in, and this is what my seed is doing to you.’
“How are you, my angel?” He asked, watching as the moonlight hit her face. He had been gone for most of the pregnancy, being forced to leave after her first doctor’s appointment that confirmed that Y/n was with child. Only then, she was nine weeks far too early to be showing anything. He came back to her a few weeks later, and the first thing he did when he greeted her was to kiss her fourteen-week stomach, but he didn’t stay long. The three days they were together were spent moving quickly into the new house. Only the important things she needed were to stay back at the temple so she could continue with work. They didn’t have much, but Anakin insisted on carrying everything, telling her that she was not even to lift her jewelry box because he didn’t want anything to happen to the babies.
“Bored. I’ve been itching to get back to work; there’s only so much you can crochet before you want to stab yourself with the needles.” She joked, making them both laugh.
“And the babies?” He asked, his hands dropping to rub the sides of her stomach. It brought him pride to see her like this. Seeing her carrying his child, seeing her full belly, smiling at the thought of the stretch marks that clung to her round belly, knowing that her body was adjusting well. The few times he was able to see Y/n through the hologram, he always admired his wife’s new changing body.
“Restless. I’m hoping now that you’re home, they’ll calm down for a little bit.” Anakin pulled her into a soft kiss. The whole time he had been away, she and the babies were always on his mind. He would wonder if they were kicking or thinking about what to name them. He would think about Y/n, if she was sleeping and if she was pushing herself too hard. He felt terrible for not being there to hold her hair back through morning sickness or walk her around to make sure she got the proper exercise she needed. He felt so useless.
“How long do I have you back for?” She asked. It was an impossible question because no matter what time frame they had, it wouldn’t be enough. She just wanted him to be here with her, safe. The only good part about being away from the temple was she got away from all the rumors about her husband being dead or being held somewhere and tortured. She wanted him here in their home, enjoying the moments and milestones that she was going through alone. She had convinced herself that if - stars forbid it- something happened to Anakin, she could do it by herself. She could raise the kids and do what she could to make ends meet. It’d be challenging, and she understood that. But in her opinion, what could be harder than going through this pregnancy alone? Forcing herself to get the rooms ready, forcing her co-workers at the temple to help her in the later stages because she couldn’t depend on Anakin.
He quietly led her to the house, purposefully ignoring the question because he knew that it wouldn’t be the one she wanted to hear. Only when she asked again as they reached the front door, he answered. “A week. Then I have to go back, and I don’t know where the council is sending me. Probably to Hutta.”
“You’re gonna be here for the births, right?” She pressed, stepping into the warm cabin and away from the cool breeze of the night along with his arms.
“Y/n, I promise that once our children are born, I will be there for everything,” He reassured her. He knew it was a promise that he couldn’t keep. That the Jedi council would most likely tear him away from his family sooner or later. With war, or keeping the force away from the Darkside, he knew that it would be something. “Don’t look at me like that, Angel. You know how hard this is for me. You knew what you were getting yourself into.” He took a step towards her, but she shook her head and stepped back, turning around and began waddling herself towards the shared bedroom.
“But I didn’t expect it to be left by myself throughout this.” His wife began, with Anakin following her quickly. “All alone and pregnant just to have you, my husband, show up for a few hours or a few days if I am lucky. Then to have him leave me alone again.”
“Am I not here, in our home when I can be?”
“Our home?” She raised her voice, “It feels as if you are no more than a guest.” Finally turning around to look at him before walking over to the bed and sitting down facing away from him, looking out the window that gave a view of the spacecraft out front. “Anakin, I want to go back to the Coruscant.”
“Going back wouldn’t change a thing.” His words were forced, trying to stay calm and not lose his temper. He was a good husband, or at least he tried to be. It wasn’t easy - for anyone. But he tried, skipping meetings and purposefully doing stuff to get close to you, reporting ships and droids as broken so he could sit with you as you worked on them. Even now, with the war, just being on the opposite side of the same planet was enough for him. “You know that I can’t control what happens out there. I don’t get to pick and choose when I get to stay home!” His anger was cut off by the sound of her whimper.
“Y/n, Starlight,” He was cautious with his words now, “Y/n?” She would not face him as he sat down next to her on the corner of the bed, his head down in shame. “Please tell me you don’t regret this.” Any of this, he thought to himself, knowing it was always her who got the short end of the lifestyle they had to hide.
“Anakin, our love is like the Coruscant. It’s messy at first glance, and it’s hard to understand why it hasn’t just fallen apart in chaos. It doesn’t make any sense. But if you squint hard enough and really focus in,” She began slowly, trying not to fall apart. “You can see how nice and beautiful and all of the great things you can get out of it.” Her lip quivered, and her voice broke, letting the painful tears she was holding in anymore. “But I’m so tired of squinting.”
Neither of them looked at each other. While Y/n cried into her hands, Anakin just sat there, trying to figure out what to do. “I-” The reality that this could be it, this is all about to end, made him re-think his words. Did he miss something? Was he too happy that he was starting a family with the girl he fell in love with at nineteen to realize that she was now, what? Fallen out of love for him while she was right about to give birth? For once, Anakin was speechless. He could still fix this, right? I have to fix this. She’s fucking pregnant with my children. Our children.
“What do you want then? I’m here, now, Angel. I -I don’t know what you want.” His voice was pitiful, but she was strong. She had to if she was going to do this alone.
“I want you to get in your ship and leave.”
As soon as she said it, he was protesting, ”Go where? Baby, please, don’t make me go back.” He was the one crying now, tears falling mercilessly down his face, realizing that this was it.
“I don’t care where you go, Anakin. Just- you can’t stay here. You make me too sad.”
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It was the nights that he hated. The time between sunset and sunrise was a nightmare for him. The temple was asleep, mostly all of the inhabitants were in their designated rooms and slept. It was the universal signal that the day was done and now it was time for rest. But not for Anakin, the nights were the worst.
So were the days too, but during the hours where everyone was up moving, there were things to be done. Training, meetings, getting ready for the next job all was done during the daylight giving the Jedi a reason to be occupied. The temple was alive, and during the nights the planet was too. Anakin was too.
During his nights, he was doing whatever he possibly could to keep from going back to his room, or at most in his bed sleeping like everyone else was. He would distract himself in his work, purposely tinkering with a droid to have it start twitching so he could spend the next three hours fixing it. It worked, it kept him up to see the golden rays of the rising sun poke through. Satisfied at his work he would grab a cup of caff and try to make it as far in the day without taking a power nap.
Naps were easier, naps weren't that long. He knew he could operate on twenty, thirty minutes of sleep that he could get undisturbed from whatever needed him. During this brief downtime that Anankin allowed himself, he wouldn't get the nightmare. It was the same one, the same dream shaking him so badly that he refused to let seep engulf him.
Not tonight. Ashoka had gotten tired of having her master nod off around midday, and took the opportunity -with help of Obi-wan- to put him in his bed. They didn’t stay long, the room was suffocating of itself, the quietness of the room that had not been used except to take quick showers and for Anakin to change his clothes. The room twisted Obi-wan’s stomach, as he passed the dried blood on the carpet, quickly realizing that the room had not been touched in months. It has to be what, four months now? He thought to himself before turning off the lights and closing the door to let the nightmare drown his former padawan.
It was always the same. Anakin understood why they happened for the first two weeks but he was quick to pick up on the fact that they all were the same.
It was night out, and every time he could feel the desperation in his bones to get back to his room and see y/n, his wife. It was the eagerness to hold her, wrap her body up in his as he reassured her that he was okay. Or maybe it was the butterflies he got every time he came back from a mission, to have his wife dote on him and make sure he was okay.
He could tell something was off, the gut feeling, her force signature, it was off. He was now running to the room to make sure everything was okay. The hallway is seemingly never-ending and it does nothing but add to his panic. Reality in his dreams always changes in the hallways. Sometimes he's reluctant to go and pleading with the maker to make him not go into the bedroom and sometimes he's determined. As if he thought he could change reality in his dreams by sprinting he could change everything. Sometimes he can hear her cries from outside the door like they were booming off the walls and ricochet into his gut. But everything else was the same.
He would open the door, one hand on his saber and the other ready to choke whoever might be lurking in the darkness hurting his wife. His frantic eyes only find y/n, on the ground with her back resting against the back of a sofa. He can't remember what he sees first, his wife's face pale and tortured or the blaster hole she was cradling on her stomach. It was large and all red, her nightdress soaked with blood, and stars he remembers seeing so much of it. His feet now move by instinct, rushing over to her only to realize what he can do? He knows taking Y/n to medical would be a waste, she’s already lost too much blood and starts she's cold, freezing from the rapid blood loss.
All he does is silently move her so she's now cradled in his arms, breathing heavily as he stares forward at the balcony wondering, what the hell happened? What do I do? He knows by now how precious these moments are, the last few moments people get to spend with a dying loved one and how revenge can be held off for just a few seconds later. The dream normally stops there, in the bittersweet death of his wife.
In reality, he was awoken by his former master, who came in looking for him and stumbled on the violent scene. It took a lot of convincing to get him to move from Y/n, to put her on the floor, and have the wave of sheer pain of knowing she was now dead hit him. He led the younger male back into the hallway timidly, watching as sobs shook Anakin’s whole body in the constricting hallway.
He was back in the hallway, his face twisting in pain as he knew the grief that was going to come. As he moved forward he could hear Y/n’s screams of pain and muffled cries. He stopped in front of the door before going in, mentally preparing to see his lover dying.
The moment he stepped in it was silent. All the screams had stopped and much to his disbelief she wasn't there. He could feel his heart begin to move again, She wasn't there! She's okay! She- “Anakin?”
His heart shut off again, but it didn't sink. The voice was honey, sweet, and everything he had been dreading. Y/n’s. Looking at the balcony there she was, looking at him with those shiny eyes that held so much wonder. Anakin was taken aback, not prepared to see her alive. This was a much better version of her, not the her that showed up in his manic brain. It wasn't the first time he had seen her after she died, but never like this. Never happy. This is how it should have gone, he thought to himself as he stalked over there. Not her lifeless eyes looking at him while he’s meditating or too sleep-deprived.
He faced her smiling, afraid to touch her, too scared that at any second she would drop to the floor clutching her stomach. Or even worse, too scared that he would wake up from this nightmare. “You, you aren’t real.” He told her, smiling and never taking his eyes off her. “I’m dreaming,” He tells her, pulling her into his body, putting a kiss on the top of her head as she wraps her arms around him, returning his hug. He knows he needs to savor this moment, to keep feeling the warmth of her tucked in his skin. “Why do you keep doing this to me Y/n?” He feels her pull away, her pretty smile dropping off her face as if it wasn't even there. What are you doing? Just enjoy this, please. “Why do you keep haunting me?”
She takes his hands in hers, looking at the contrast between her soft and his calloused ones. “Why do you keep calling me?” Her eyes were back on his, staring at his blue orbs. He choked, confused by the question and confused about what was happening. It's all too real, this wasn't the dream that scared him to try and not sleep. There wasn’t the soft hum of the nightlife around him, the stars twinkled a little too nice and Y/n. Is this real?
She was too real, the happiness in her voice when she called his name, the softness of her hair. He just wanted to hold her, have her arms around him and live in that same feeling of security she gave him, the breeze through her hair, letting it dance in the wind ever so slightly. The smell of the soft lavender that she loved. This has to be real.
“Anakin I can’t go with you everywhere, follow you everywhere. You don't deserve to keep suffering like this, you deserve closure.”
His jaw slacked, obviously offended at the comment. “You want me to get past this?” His voice came out in disbelief. How was he supposed to get closure? Revenge? The criminal didn't even make it out alive, killed by the saber of Windu. It would have made more sense if he took the bastard's life. It would have made more sense if he picked her up and carried Y/n’s soon-to-be lifeless body away to the medical department even though the chance of her making it there alive wasn’t even a possibility. Closure would make sense if he had to do something. Y/n Skywalker was dead and ultimately there was nothing he could do about it. “I can’t let you go,” he spoke cupping her face, his face desperately locked on hers as if she was just going to vanish as if he almost knew that this would be the last time he ever got to see her. Not the nightmare version of his love, her.
Her breathing, her living, her beautiful form was all gone and she wants him to move on? Move past the tender nights they shared, the softness of her bare body on his and how angelic she looked with her head tilted back, her eyes screwed shut and the most beautiful sounds she was making? Move past the way her delicate hands would lightly travel up his Jedi robe and how it burned so good as she kissed him slowly, silently thanking whoever put the stars up in the sky for returning him to her? Move past the memories of them sitting in each other's arms in the wide meadows of Naboo as they would talk about their future that seemed so far away, there would be no talk of missions or war, just them. Together. Married, bonded as one.
“Y/n I don't want to lose you, not again.”
“Getting closure and moving on are two different things Ani. You can still get closure and remember me. It doesn’t always have to be like this, you can be happy.” His wife spoke, slowly stepping back out of his arms. Reality was slowly kicking in now and the Jedi could feel the entire gaping void of the galaxy as he watched her move from him, the same gut-wrenching feeling he had when he first saw her slowly slipping away from him that night.
“I was happy. With you,” He spoke more affirmative, watching the ghost pass into their shared room, following in her footsteps. He just wanted her back in his arms, safe, where he could protect her.
“And now? Seeing me like this? When’s the last time you got some actual sleep?” She questioned, turning to face him with tears in her eyes. “You keep letting this eat you up, you couldn’t have saved me Anakin. Not you, not Obi-wan, not any of the Jedi here. I just want you to be happy again.” Even in his nightmares, she was caring for him.
Anakin sat down on the bed he owned, his defeat with his stubbornness getting to him as she sat down next to him, and even though he couldn’t look at her he knew there was that kindness in her eyes that he fell in love with. Even dead, as a memory he was left speechless. He looked down at his hands together in his lap, smiling softly as she took his robotic hand in hers, wanting him to admit the truth.
“I was supposed to save you,” his voice barely above a whisper in the darkroom. “I spent my entire life training to save and be a hero and when it was the most important time to be one, I couldn't. You were so cold,” He looked at her, tears slowly trickling their way down his face. “A-And there was just so much blood, I couldn’t do anything to help you. By the time I got to you, it was already too late. There was nothing I could do but hold you and let you die. If I got closure- those last moments will mean nothing.
You are my wife, my future was supposed to be with you. I meant it in Naboo when you were too busy picking flowers I told you that you were my future, and wherever I would end up, it would be with you. You looked so happy Y/n, your smile was so beautiful and at that moment I knew you were going to be mine. What am I supposed to do now? You are my lover, my wife, going to be the mother of my children, and if I get closure for this, none of those promises we made will matter.”
Y/n was pulled into her husband's chest as he spoke, if she was real she would have felt the way he tensed up, the way his sobs slowly shook his body. “But Anakin, I’m dead. I’m not real, none of this is. I don't know what you are going to do because none of it matters anymore.” She spoke, nuzzling her face in his chest as he kissed the top of her head, his arms keeping her tight against his body soaking up his warmth even though she remained cold.
“Any of it?” His voice broke, but this time there was no pain. Only the reality of nothing mattered to him right now except to stay in this moment with her. To kiss her rosy cheeks one last time and to tell her that he loved her. He gave her a gentle squeeze as she shook her head no.”Well, if none of this matters, can I at least hold you a little bit longer?”
“Okay,” She whispered back. She let out a small giggle as Anakin buried his face into her neck, trying to get as close to her as he could before it was too late. To get in one last memory. “It was nice,” She spoke to him as he laid down a few gentle kisses on her lips, onto her neck, savoring the bittersweetness of the dream he was having. “It was nice while it lasted.”
It was moments like this that made you feel better, laying in Yeji’s arms as she held you close. The two of you stayed close to one another, even though your bed was big enough for you both to have space, Yeji pressed kisses on top of your head before resting her cheek on top of your head. The room was dark, the curtain closed and purple lights kept a dark glow in the room as you sniffled into her chest.
It was moments like this that helped. A week ago Yeji had found you in the bath, just pondering. She walked in, not expecting to see you sitting up with your knees tucked into your chest. A gloom was on your face as you had been deep in thought. “Y/N?” She asked casually, sitting down and resting her arm on the ledge of the tub. “What’s wrong?”
The moment was silent, you chose to look away from her, squeezing your eyes shut to somehow block the tears. Yeji could feel tears in her own eyes. Looking at a shell of her confident girlfriend curled up pained her. “Y/n,” She asked again. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Nothing Yeji. I’ve just been thinking.” You spoke quickly and softly, not wanting your voice to give your emotions away. You finally looked away from the wall and onto the faucet not feeling strong enough to face your girlfriend yet. “Gosh I hate thinking.” You said wiping your face.
“W-What have you been thinking about?” She asked concerned. Her brain was going thousands of miles per hour trying to figure out what could be possibly upsetting you.
“A lot. It’s fine,” You sniffled standing up to get out and move on from the conversation.
“Babe, tell me. Please.” Yeji begged standing in front of you, blocking your path out.
“Yeji don’t-” You began but your voice failing on you, forcing you to look away. The tears that you had worked to snuff out came falling out. Giving up you lay back down in the tub, “Just about everything. It’s too much, all of it. - School, work, and my family - it’s too much.” You sobbed giving up. “I-I can’t do it Yeji- I- I can’t do it.”
Yeji let out silent tears of her own. Her heartbreaking inside, she decided to step in the tub, not caring that her clothes were going to get wet. She straddled your wast and put her head lightly on your shoulder, embracing you in a hug as you began to sob into her. “Yeji- I-I-can’t do it! It all needs to stop! I can’t handle this anymore!” You cried into her chest.
Lifting her head up, her worried eyes going wide. “Y/n, you’re not thinking of-” She couldn’t bring herself to say it. Letting out a sob herself as you cried harder, she hugged you again, allowing you to cry into her as she let out some tears of her own.
“How can I help?” She asked. Minutes later the crying had stopped as she held yo in comfort. “I- I want to help.”
“I want it all to stop! I need it to stop!” you let out a dry sob as she shook her head.
“Baby, no. You are not giving up, I want to help so let me help!” She basically screamed out of frustration. She didn’t know what to do, what to say, except to just react and keep you safe. “Baby we can do it together, just let me help.”
“Hold me. Just hold me.”
The room was quiet, except for the quiet sounds of the wind outside the open window. Yeji squeezed Y/n lovingly. Some times they would talk. Y/n would talk about the meaning of life and Yeji would remind her that no one knows their real purpose. The conversations would worry her, but she was glad that she was at least doing something.
Nights were spent healing. Y/n laying in Yeji’s arms as the dancer played with her hair or rubbed her back soothingly. She knew she couldn’t make the sadness stop but she wanted to help. To help her girlfriend feel safe and loved and important. The two girls talked about everything from morbid topics to most nights it was just Yeji talking about her day while you made commentary.
Each night would end the same. A soft kiss to your head while you pecked her neck and mumbled goodnight into her soft skin. It wasn’t much, but it was healing.
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