#anakin skywalker reader insert

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where it truly lies. | a star wars tale chapter xviii - dark

in the quiet hours, pain inevitably resurfaces.

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[Anakin Skywalker x Reader]

It had been a long time since you had last shed a tear.

Crying had not been a luxury awarded to children taken to the outer edges of the galaxy, without a family, without anyone to look up to wipe their tears.

It was the first expected reaction, undeniably, to all the sadness the universe had decided to throw onto a body so young, yet, it was also the last one that the handlers wanted to see before you ended up in the wrong end of iron bars.

The galaxy had rendered you quite talented at concealing a million emotions under a flat expression.

It was a reflex hastily injected into the mind, as your body often intended to follow suit, in the slow and unspoken rhythm they both had to find throughout the years of surviving one run after the other.

It was a well-executed show that had managed to hold for the better part of a lifetime, getting you in and out of every beaten cockpit in one piece. It was a pulse adjacent to the one that beat in your sternum, a constant reminder that you had survived every starless port and every misaligned stabilizer, one that stood elevated behind the regulation door that had sealed you in for the cycle.

The quarters they had assigned you might have been the cleanest set of four steel walls you had sat within for years. A small viewport stood embedded next to the standard-issue metal cot, the lowlights of hyperspace filling the small room with a silver hue.

It was a soldier’s room, in all intents and purposes. It was one of many, tiny but functional, with the unheard of luxury of an attached refresher and furniture that still stood in one piece.

It was too sterile, too clean, for you had been used to sleeping next to barrels of engine grease, unknown metal crates of cargo, or on a spare piece of woven fabric that had needed many embellishments to ever be called sheets.

It was a mold that a smuggler pilot from the Outer Rim could never fit in, and your body knew you were no soldier.

Bodies were habitual creatures, and yours protested involuntarily against the softer bed and instead, had lowered itself onto the durasteel floor, your back resting against the cold wall yet your skin paid no mind to it.

The hum of the ship reverberated through your skin, trickling into your overworked senses, and the usual calm that exuded from machinery and engine maintenance noise did not prove enough tonight, for it echoed, in the faint lines of it, a heartbeat that belonged to different suns than half-cycle lights.

Tonight, nothing seemed to stay right where you had buried it.

Tonight, unease seeped into your veins.

Not many things in the galaxy scared you anymore, not after everything you had been through, and the realization did not arrive in surprise. From a childhood spent in the scorching heat and in rusted corridors, often behind bars, to the illusion of freedom the moment you stepped into a ship of your own command, you knew you always had to bow to another.

Yet, that was not what kept you up at night. That had come in with the realization that, the slimy hands that fed and housed you, always had another motive - and, worst of all, they knew just when to retract the offer.

Every reflex forced upon a captive body and soul, the ones that made you lower your eyes before something worse could blind them, the ones that made you flinch in the most invisible ways, the silence they willed long after the danger had passed, had dulled after each small achievement - ancient habits crushed with the reward that was flying, with every run returned victorious, with every deviation parsed in record time, with each sector threaded without a scratch.

And, the same way you had learned how to survive in the slums, the way your hands learned to command the console with fighters chasing you, fear was reduced to a tiny little pilot light tucked far within the corners of your soul, one that only rose into flames when you would let it.

With him, there was no permission, as there had never been.

All it had taken for flames to engulf your conscience was the sheer feeling of him nestled inside your sternum, the warmth in your chest erupting into the heat in a ship that knew of no sun.

A single look into eyes that you had thought you would never see again, a gentle tremble of a voice you had once known to laugh joyfully, and the fire had taken everything in its path.

The near memory of his proximity, the grown body that resembled the reflections of a warrior on the holofeeds you had managed to escape from, and the voice that held traces of a boy that ran through your dreams, were enough to make your hands tremble as you pulled your knees closer to your chest.

The words that you could never hope to say in these hangars were stuck in your tongue, and tasted like ash in your mouth.

A tear rolled down your cheek before you realized your chest was heaving, lips apart and eyes glassy, a wave of anxiety mirroring the goosebumps across your skin.

Your trembling fingers made their way, slowly yet surely, through a familiar route as they landed on the bolt around your neck.

It held the echoes of his name called into the void, in screams and sobs first, later in whispers.

Each dent had a story, carrying a piece of sand that no recycled air had ever been able to fly away, scratching each surface it came across.

They had stripped you of everything that merely directed your story across the years, the chip once lodged in the back of your ear, the collar once tight around your throat, the name your mother breathed into a planet that no longer spoiled you with blue skies.

Against all odds, this had remained - of all the things the galaxy had forcefully pried out of your grip, this was the one sliver of dark blue it had never seemed to want, because you had never once let it see just what it meant to you.

Tomorrow, you would fly.

But tonight, you would have the heavy responsibility of calming your nerves down to keep your hands still, to get some rest while another pulse beat within your chest.

Those hands, riddled with tiny scars across the knuckles and the callouses of a lifetime of fixing engines, that had witnessed the heat of dripping machine oil and dysfunctional wiring, that had never lost composure for a singular second when placed against a yoke - were trembling with an uncontrollable frequency.

Your eyes, softer, wetter than they had ever been in the darkness and behind closed doors, watched the extensions of your limbs as if they had never belonged to you, as you opened and closed your fingers in an attempt to will them into a stillness that you often had no problem finding - yet, they did not oblige.

From the one corner that the silver light forgot, a familiar figure stirred as it made its way to you, an unspoken hurry to the drag of metal across metal. Moto, a small scuffed dome of a droid you had constructed out of spare parts across the lower levels, drew up against the bend of your knee as it sensed the ragged breaths escaping your parted lips.

“I don’t know what to do, Moto.”

It was an admission you would never dare speak aloud, for word had traveled faster than light in Nar Shaddaa, and any sign of weakness had meant the difference between a holding cell and another cockpit.

Yet it was one that emanated so naturally, from the marrows of your bones that always stood restless.

You were tired of running.

In the quiet confinements of a small room deep in this behemoth of a ship, in the gentle dark of the half-cycle utility lights, you let your exhaustion bleed through.

A chirp followed, echoing your emotions in the longer duration of it, as the mechanical head turned a couple of times to nuzzle against your leg - a droid’s comfort offered in the certainty of machine language and bleeps.

“But I don’t think I know how to stop.”

The rest of your answer never found voice as it dissolved somewhere between your lips, words unable to escape their restraints as they caught onto the tremble in your tone. Your trusted droid only chirped again, this time a lower, more patient hum, not prying further, though you knew it sensed the fear in you.

It scared you more than you would ever let yourself show, more than you ever understood in your own mind.

You had not let yourself truly want anything in this galaxy in a very, very long time, for want often came with its own set of sacrifices, most of which you could not afford.

You had, with whatever leftover sliver of innocence, as many souls held with a leash would, imagined the very moment you would see him again.

Through the nights when your body hurt too much to fall asleep, or sometimes under the flickering moonlight on the way back to the Hutt compound after a run well flown - you had, with all the fragments of memory you could pull, imagined the day he would keep his promise.

Moments before you had raised your chin in that same defiant way of a slave child, to properly look at him for the first time in a decade, you had braced for the cold looks of a stranger, for the general the war had built over the remnants of a boy. The resolve you had trained so hard to keep intact, had screamed at you, once it saw the blue of his eyes had not dimmed one single bit.

As he so often did in your fleeting pictures of the past, Anakin Skywalker took the little light that kept a corner of your memories warm, and, in ways only he could have, coaxed it into something larger than itself, into a fire warm enough to fill an entire hangar with heat, into a blazing flame that would scorch the entire galaxy if given way.

And, lodged in the quiet intentions of voices whispering in your head, you had weighed the possibility that you would, maybe, one day, let it.

It scared you more than you would ever let yourself show, more than you ever understood in your own mind.

Somewhere above you, through the cold spine of the ship, the thread kept pulling at your sternum, and, this time, it held.

It held, a force so strong, so luminous, an orb of light riddled with emotion that would have made the suns rise in the black darkness of the moon.

Through the slabs of durasteel, through the layered decks in a warship, in his own version of four walls that enclosed him, the holofeed reflections appeared just a little dimmer.

That night, pacing with his hands flexing and clenching, a restless Anakin Skywalker had to force a shaky smile against the pain bleeding through the thread, when the beloved visuals chimed in from Coruscant.

[kaizsche]

bucket lists

PART OF I WAS MADE FOR LOVING YOU, BABY one shots PAIRING: padawan!anakin skywalker x padawan!reader

SUMMARY: You and Anakin kept a list of things to accomplish amidst your training as a Jedi. However, there is one you've yet to achieve: freeing her.

WORD COUNT: 555

NOTE: finals week is vastly approaching on my end, so i apologize if i disappear for the next few weeks! i think i'll still be able to publish a few one shots but i'll mostly be busy until the end of july :3

Children are intrinsically curious and often fascinated by the galaxy around them, especially when one would often talk about such a glamorous and luxurious planet also known as Coruscant, the City planet. Ani would often dream about taking both you and Shmi there, free from the shackles of slavery and ensuring that life would treat all of you well.

His dream came true to some extent after the appearance of Master Qui-Gon. However, not all dreams can be fulfilled. The Master Jedi was unable to barter with Watto over Shmi’s freedom, stating it was a loss on his part losing the pair of his best mechanics, you and Anakin and he would rather not forfeit his remaining slave.

You offered to stay behind, not wanting to leave Shmi alone. 

... continue reading here

[please-buckme]

Our Take On An Office Party

Stephen Glass x fem!reader

Words: 1.4K

Warnings: Smut, 18+, oral(m!Receiving), foul language, choking, you get it.

Request: Thank you for the request bestie!! @haydens-moles 💖💖💖Can you write a horny Xmas story about Stephen Glass where he plays the office Santa and the reader blows him in Santa suit And he’s says, “I guess you’re not mad at me!”

A/N: This is part of ‘Merry Horny-mas but I couldn’t find any good pics for a mood board. :( anyways it’s not great but it’s all I got in such short time. Love y’all 💖

Merry Horny-mas Masterlist

Knock. Knock.

“Come in.” Y/n addresses.

Stephen cracks the door slowly before entering fully. “You wanted to see me, Ma’am?”

“Yes. Shut the door.” Y/n had a prideful smirk across her lips, eyeing Stephen up and down. The Santa costume looked deflated, due to Stephen’s smaller build, and worn. Even in the ratty, used costume Stephen looked delectable to Y/n.

Stephen visibly gulped, shutting the door and finding his seat across from his bosses desk.

“So, are you enjoying the party?” Y/n asks, scooting her chair in a little closer, making Stephen gulp again.

“Oh- oh yeah, a- a great time.” He giggles nervously, “The girls keep sitting on my lap- because I’m Santa.”

Y/n hums, “Yes, I’m sure that's why.” She takes advantage of Stephen’s nervous state, scanning her eyes over his broad shoulders and down, until she sees nothing but the desk. Stephen breathes loudly, trying not to notice the way his boss is eating him alive with her eyes. He fiddles with his thumbs then his glasses, adjusting and readjusting them.

Nervously, he clears his throat and speaks again, “Um, sorry but did I do something? Are- are you mad at me?”

To both of their surprise, Y/n whimpers at his words, biting her lip now. Stephen’s boyish charm always left her flustered and ready to jump his bones. Lately it's been harder not to. Him being so caring and good at his job, not to mention how breathtaking he was, made her walls twitch with just a simple ‘Good morning, Ma’am’.

And when he asks if she’s mad at him.. all bets were off. Sometimes she wondered if Stephen knew what he was doing. Playing the innocent puppy role, knowing damn well what it did to her.

“Ma’am?” Stephen broke through the thick silence. A smirk was still present on Y/n’s face when she stood from her desk, slowly carrying herself to the other side.

“Oh, Steve. How could I ever be mad at you.” She knelt down beside Stephen’s chair. He swiveled to the side she was on, not realizing how close she’d gotten.

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry. I-I..” He went to swivel back but she stopped the chair.

“Sshh.. It’s okay. I actually wanted to ask you something.” She removed her hand from the chair, bringing both her hands to the inside of Stephen’s thighs. His body immediately tensed. When he went to speak, the words fell short, coming out as more of a moan than a coherent response.

“Mmm.. I think that answers my question.” Her fingers tickle at his inner thighs, inching higher and higher.

Stephen clears his throat again, “An-answers wh-what?” He stutters, feeling his heart pound through the itchy material of the Santa costume.

“If you’d ever been touched before.” Y/n states, now rubbing over his hardening member.

“Of- of course I have. Loads of times..uh.” Stephen shudders at Y/n touch. Even through the pants she was making him feel so good.

The head of his cock pulsed when she massaged it slowly between her fingers, making her underwear pool with her own arousal. She could feel her wetness dripping from her underwear and she hadn’t even felt him on her tongue yet. As she continued her movements, massaging her fingers gently, slowly, the feeling of his cock became harder and harder under her touch, making her legs quiver.

“Does that feel good, Baby?” She asked, pressing her fingers a little harder into his cock. He gasped and nodded in response.

“Oh, you can do better than that. Tell me how it feels.” She palmed him, still going at the same slow pace.

“It- it feels good- uh, so fucking good but..” His cheeks were burning and his eyes were closed. He already felt a knot in his stomach with just the gentle touches he’d been given.

“‘But’ what, Baby boy, hmm? Do you want more?” Stephen nodded again, making Y/n smirk. “Do you want to know what it feels like to be inside me?”

“Y-yes, please.” Stephen stood from the chair, shaking off the extremely loose pants and pulling his boxers along with then, his member springing out and bobbing in Y/n’s face. She gucked at his size before grabbing his cock, continuing her slow strokes and kissing the tip. She licked the precum from her lips and hummed in awe at his taste.

“Are you sure you want this, Steve. Your first time is supposed to be special.” She smirked. She was looking up at him, licking the tip this time; Stephen couldn’t help but buck forward at the new, wet sensation.

“How much more special can it get?” He didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was a virgin anymore, or he’d at least never had a blowjob before.

Y/n smiled, never taking her eyes off his as she took his tip into her mouth, sucking lightly but just enough for a groan to fall from his lips. He couldn’t help it when his hips bucked forward, begging her to take him deeper. She didn’t mind though, taking him as deep as he desired. Everytime he thrusted to the back of her throat, she gagged, making him thrust even harder.

“You like it when I choke on your dick?”

“Y-yes, fuck- feels so good, Ma’am.”

Y/n pulls herself from him and ties her hair back in a messy ponytail. When she lines herself back up with his member, she takes his hand and intertwines his fingers into her hair.

“Do your worst.” She says and winks before taking him back into her mouth.

Stephen wastes no time, pushing her down as far as she can take it, audibly gagging around him. Y/n feels the sting of eyes swelling in her eyes but she said nothing. She liked the feeling of Stephen fucking her mouth, stretching her throat and making her drool.

Once Stephen had gotten her to the point where she could take him all the way in, he held her there. He could feel her throat rejecting him as it regurgitated around him, squeezing him tighter and tighter before he’d pull out.

Y/n gasped and coughed when he released her, taking the drool from her chin to pump him in her hand, giving her throat a little break before he repeated the action. He grabbed at the sides of her face, pumping himself in and out of her mouth viciously, then burying himself in her throat once again. He continued doing this.

Tears streamed down her face with her mascara. Her lipstick was smeared around her lips and around his cock, making him a nice cherry red color, even with the pulsing redness of its own accord. Honestly, if she minded, she’d take control. She’d have him fuck her up against her desk if she wanted, which she did of course, but she was having fun with this. She liked watching Stephen feel in charge, making her mouth his own and fucking it raw.

After he’d held her to him the last time, she could feel his thrusts become sloppy and weak, meaning he was close.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” She asked, replacing her mouth with her hand.

“Yes. Yes- fuck, I’m so close. Use- use your mouth, please.” Stephen whimpered and moaned as his climax finally hit, fucking her mouth hard while his thighs shook from his release. Y/n savored every last drop of his cum, swallowing it down like water. His hips stuttered a few more thrusts before he pulled out and collapsed in the chair behind him.

“Fuck.” He said, breathlessly.

“Hmm.. you’re telling me.” Y/n giggled, wiping the drool from her chin and licking her lips, already missing his taste.

Stephen’s head lolled to the side as he watched her compose and clean herself up. “So, You’re not mad at me?” They both giggled, Y/n made it to her feet and leaned over him in the chair. She placed a light kiss to his lips. She bit her lip, holding back a moan from just staring into his warm blue eyes.

“That depends on if you’re going to be a good boy for me.” She smirks and kisses him again before they continue with their own version of an office party.

And Stephen was a very very good boy.

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“The Way” Anakin Skywalker x Reader Drabble, Star Wars: The Clone Wars

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His blue lightsaber was raised, held close to the throat of the Zygerrian. 

“Anakin, stop. You can’t do this, you can’t murder him,” you say, your voice panicky. His eyes are dark, hard, and he refuses to look at you. 

“He deserves it,” the Jedi delivered the reason slowly, coldly. 

You swallowed, your own lightsaber ingited. You’d seen, like him, the thousands of innocents the Zygerrian had killed for mere spite. 

“Anakin, this isn’t the way of the Jedi.”

[multi-obsessed-fanfic-writer]

The War Within (Anakin x Reader)

Author’s Note: I hope this is what you wanted, anon! I had a lot of fun writing this & all the angst in it :) let me know if you guys have any other requests or feedback for me! You’re all amazing <3

Requested?: Yes, by anon- “hi dear, could i request an oneshot where the reader was anakin's wife before he turned into vader,and when we turned (he comed to the dark side,but don't burned in mustafar,like he don't use the suit) he thought she was dead but in fact she joined the rebelion, and now she is Captured for interrogation and he finds out that she was alive and had the twins (leia and luke). Srry if it's too long or confusing, english is not my first language and it's very hard write complex things. have a nice day ( ˘ ³˘)♥”

Summary: You deal with the repercussions of your husband turning to the dark side while you join the rebellion. 

The War Within

Anakin Skywalker x female!reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: depictions of canon-type violence & torture, like one curse, and a lot of angst (but also fluff!)

“Anakin has turned to the dark side,” Obi-Wan tells you, sorrow dancing in his expression as he looks at you. You stare back with defiance.

“You’re lying! Anakin would never do such a thing. He’s sworn to defend this galaxy.” You sneer, turning away from Obi-Wan. You’re a couple of months pregnant with Anakin’s child, as he has been your husband in secret for a while now. Your bump hasn’t shown yet, luckily.

“He was deceived by a lie, (Y/n). We all were. Listen to me, when did you see him last?” Obi-Wan asks, stepping in front of you again. 

“That’s unimportant! Anakin would never turn to the dark side, he’s the most caring person I know!” You scream, tears pricking at your eyes.

“I saw it myself. There’s...a security hologram of him killing...younglings. In the temple. You were away, but...he’s gone mad, (Y/n). He’s a danger to himself and everyone around him. Help the Jedi. You’re one of us. You know what the right thing to do is.” Obi-Wan tries to convince you. You look up at him, tears streaming down your cheeks by now.

“Do I? Your Jedi order is the one that got us here- he- I don’t…” You sob, sitting down on the nearest thing as the emotions start to overwhelm you. 

“Reach out to him, (Y/n). Through the force. Then you’ll know I’m telling the truth.” He murmurs to you.

You do as he says, confident that Anakin won’t prove you wrong. Your Anakin could never turn to the dark side and do such horrible things.

Then you feel it.

“Ani!” You gasp, breaking out of your trance as your hand flies to your stomach to hold your barely-there baby bump. More tears spill down your cheeks as you feel the darkness that surrounds Anakin’s force signature.

“You know it, now. Please, do you have any information on where he might be?” He asks. You put a hand over your mouth to trap the sobs, one hand still resting on your stomach.

“Are you going to kill him?” You ask, looking up at Obi-Wan. His eyes glance down to your hand cradling your stomach.

“...You’re pregnant, aren’t you? And Anakin’s the father?” Obi-Wan asks. You don’t answer him, just look down as the salty tears drip from your chin onto your robes.

“Please don’t kill my husband,” You whisper.

“I will do what I must,” Obi-Wan says and turns around to make his exit. He turns back around to look at you one last time and says, “I’m sorry.” 

Then he’s gone. And so is your hope of living a happy life.

~+~

It’s been four years since you gave birth to Luke and Leia. During that time, you had helped establish the rebellion against the empire. You’re the current leader, dedicating your time to fighting against the evils that haunt the galaxy. You know Anakin is out there, and he calls himself Darth Vader now. You honestly hope to never run into him, knowing that you won’t be able to face the consequences if you can’t turn him back to the light. If he stays dark and rejects you, you’re not sure what you’ll do then. It’s the ultimate slap in the face for you. 

“General Skywalker, we’re under attack!” You hear from the entrance of the rebellion base you’re currently hiding out at. Your head whips to one of your men being shot down by a stormtrooper at the entrance. 

Your body kicks into action before your brain does.

“Get Luke and Leia out of here!” You yell, gently pushing your children toward a group of the men you had been leading.

“But general, what about you-”

“I can handle myself. Get them out of here, I can’t have them getting hurt. I’ll be right behind you guys and I’ll catch up with you later.” You hurriedly rush everyone out of the back of the base.

“We’re not leaving you behind, sir!” Your right-hand man and closest friend, Bail Organa, insists. You hear the stormtroopers getting closer.

Turning around, you give the group a small sad smile.

“You don’t have a choice.” You use the force to slam the door shut and crunch the doors into place so that they are harder to move. 

“Freeze!” You hear a modulated voice behind you. You raise your hands slowly and turn around, coming face-to-face with a platoon of stormtroopers with their blasters aimed at you.

“How unfortunate that it must resort to violence,” You sigh, obviously not that disgruntled about the situation.

“Remove your weapon slowly.” The stormtrooper at the front commands, gesturing to the lightsaber at your waist.

“What, this old thing? Oh, please, I don’t know if it even still works,” You scoff, unlatching it from your waist. You twist it around in your hand for a second, not making a move to set it down yet.

“Put it on the ground!” The stormtrooper demands.

“Relax! It’s not like I’m going to do,” You ponder for a moment, looking at the weapon, “this.” 

In less than an instant, you’ve lunged at the first stormtrooper in the front and cut him in half with your lightsaber. You cut through men left and right, dodging the blaster fire or deflecting it back onto them.

However, the more stormtroopers you get rid of, the more stormtroopers flood in. Eventually, you’re corner into a wall as you try your best to keep the upper hand.

“We have an order not to kill! Drop the weapon!” There’s a frenzy of orders as you try to fight your way out, but it’s no use.

After a few more minutes of fighting, you get hit with a shock that sends jolts through your body until everything goes dark and you feel your body hit the ground.

~+~

You wake up to a dingy, dark cell aboard an unknown imperial ship. You’re currently on both your knees with your hands and feet chained behind your back. 

You know where you are. You’d heard descriptions from spies about this ship before. No one has made it back alive. Yet.

The cell door opens, causing you to wince at the sliver of light it blinds you with. Two stormtroopers walk in with blasters aimed at you and a cart behind them.

“What are you gonna do with those fancy tools, hm?” You crack a smile, eyeing the silver cart behind them with curiosity. They stay silent, picking up a small blade from the cart.

“Tell us about the rebellion. What are your plans to overtake the empire?” One of the stormtroopers, the one not holding the knife, asks you. You stay quiet, making as much eye contact as you think you can through the visor of his helmet.

“We know you’re the leader of the rebellion! You should talk before your information hurts you.” The other trooper demands. You glare up at them from your kneeling position. 

The first one, without the knife, kneels next to you and puts his blaster to your head.

“I could pull the trigger right now and no one would even care.” He gets close to your face, taunting you. You look at him directly and do something you’re not sure anyone’s ever dared to do on this ship before.

You spit on his helmet.

Immediately after your spit makes contact with his helmet, you feel a knife slash across your left ribs. The wound starts bleeding viciously, indicating that the cut is probably pretty deep.

You cry out sharply at the new pain, but immediately clench your jaw shut to keep as much satisfaction from them as possible.

“Need to rethink your answer?” The knife-wielding stormtrooper asks.

“Never.”

“I guess we’ll have to get to work, then.”

~+~

That continued for a few hours. Then a few days. After about a week and a half, they were getting frustrated. You’re guessing it’s because their superior is starting to pressure them more. That pressure is probably life or death.

“Listen, bitch. You’re going to talk or you’re going to get someone new in here and you’ll like him a lot less.” The first stormtrooper, whom you’ve nicknamed Blaster, threatens you.

“Try me.” You growl. This earns you a sharp slap across the face and some blood on the floor. 

“That’s it, man. We’ve been at this for over a week. I think it’s time to call the boss.”

“He won’t be happy.”

“We don’t have any other choice.”

“Fine. Let’s go get him.”

~+~

That was the last thing you heard for three days. You went the next three days without light, food, or contact of any kind. Luckily, they had given your chains a little slack so that you could change positions occasionally. 

Currently, you’re facing the wall and meditating. You had gotten good at meditating after Anakin turned to the dark side. You were constantly trying to reach out to him, but he would never let you. There was a wall in the way of some kind, he couldn’t even tell you were there. 

Suddenly, you hear the door slide open behind you and you see the lights turn on. You grimace at the light but try not to let it distract you. There’s an especially dark force behind you, but you can’t tell who it might be.

“Well? Don’t think you can intimidate me by just standing there in the darkness. Come in here if you really want to make me talk.” You scoff, knowing that the hall light is still off. You can feel it. Whoever this is, they want the effect of a dramatic entrance.

“You sound familiar...did I know you?” The voice finally speaks behind you. The realization makes you go cold.

It’s Anakin.

You don’t know how to respond for a moment, whether to turn around and cry out for him or to stay cold and unforgiving to this man you no longer know. You opt for the latter option.

“You did...at one point.” You pray to the force that your voice stays even, not showing any signs of weakness. Your heart is the complete opposite, hammering in your chest like you’re on the brink of death. You honestly might be.

“What is your name?” He asks, and you hear him step forward into the room. You take a deep breath and steel your nerves.

“(Y/n) Skywalker.” You finally turn around and stare into the cold eyes of the man you once loved.

She sees the posture of Darth Vader go slack as he stares into her eyes. His own eyes lose their anger and his pupils dilate slightly, taking her in. You see the yellow of his eyes start to fade already.

“(Y/n)?” He asks and the edge in his voice is gone. You hear the old Anakin through the façade of the powerful man in front of you.

“It’s me, Ani.” You smile slightly. You’re getting to him just by him seeing you, which is better than you ever imagined.

“I...You...You’re dead. Obi-Wan told me that...you died. I thought...I thought the Jedi got rid of you.” He seems completely breathless from just the sight of you, questioning everything he’s been working on for the past four years.

“Why would they do that? I was one of their best assets. Besides, did you...did you never look for me? At least for my force signature?” You ask, eyes softening as the old Ani comes back to you. The Anakin that you knew and fell in love with. Your husband.

“No, I...I lost all hope...You…” He screws his eyes shut. You can feel the internal battle he’s having currently. The struggle between the light and dark raging just beneath the surface of him. He was so wrapped up in the darkness but the mere sight of you has awakened the light he didn’t know he still had in him and it’s torturing him.

“Ani…” You murmur, wanting so badly to be free of these chains so you can reach out to him and help.

“No.” his eyes open forcefully and the yellow iris of the dark side has returned, staring coldly at you in front of him. Your heart aches but you know that this isn’t easy for him. It’s not just a switch he can flip, but you’re willing to keep trying. If the first appearance of you is anything to go by, he’s now teetering on the edge and you just have to gain enough traction to push him over to the light side.

“Anakin, I’m alive. Look at me,” You plead, looking at him with love adorned eyes. The love you had for your Anakin never faded. After all, Darth Vader is not your Anakin. But he can be your Anakin again.

“You may as well be dead to me now. After all this time, you knew I was alive and you plotted against me. You turned against me.” He growls, and you see his fingers twitch. You had heard about the infamous force-choke that he was known to subject people to if he was angry. You’d have to diffuse the situation as quickly as possible.

“No...Anakin-”

“That’s Darth Vader to you!” He yells, lashing his hand out to grip your throat with the force. You notice that he does not immediately choke you or lift you off the ground, just leaves the force there as a threat.

“I turned against Darth Vader. I never once turned my back on my husband, Anakin Skywalker. I never will, either. Anakin’s legacy will live on through me and our children.” You promise, staring defiantly at him even though he’s threatening you. The force leaves its grip around your throat and you see his body go slack once more at your words. His hand drops to his waist.

“Our...children?” He murmurs, the softness returning to his voice. Once again you see the battle ensue in him. The storm batters his mind endlessly as the yellow starts to fade again. 

“Yes. I gave birth to Luke and Leia Skywalker. They’re beautiful, Ani. They’re ours. I love them. And your storm troopers almost killed them.” You tell him, hoping that he sees the light through this. Through your little family.

“Almost...killed…” He trails off, and through the force, you can see how wretched he feels. He’s so torn between the two sides that he doesn’t even know what to do with himself at this moment. You watch as he drops to his knees and lets out a feral scream as he clutches his head in his hands. You want so desperately to hold him at this moment. More than anything else you just want to hold him and help him.

But you can’t. This is his battle, not yours, and you’re currently chained to a wall.

“Come back to me, Ani. Return to me. Please. Together we can rid the galaxy of evil and restore it to peace and justice. Help me. Help me raise our children….help me live a full life with you. Let me love you.” You beg, struggling against your chains as the tears start to fall down your dirty and battered cheeks. You hurt for him so much, the force and your bond only intensifying the pain you feel for him.

“Join...Join me, (Y/n). Join me here. We can be more powerful than you ever realized. We can rule the galaxy together. Me and you. Side by side. As it’s meant to be. Free of the Jedi on your side.” Anakin grits his teeth and looks up at you again. His demand is less of a demand and more of a plea. His eyes fade in and out of yellow, and you can see that the light is starting to win. The dark is desperately clinging onto him, but it’s not dominating anymore. You can do this.

“The Jedi are no longer. You made sure of that, Anakin. I...I only know of a few left alive. A few that you didn’t kill. The Jedi order has disbanded. There is only the rebellion left. The rebellion that I formed. The rebellion that we can lead to victory, to a new world, side by side. Obi-Wan is there. Your friend, your former master. Ahsoka is there, your friend and former padawan. Together we can lead in the light, it doesn’t have to become dark again. Please. Join me with our friends and our family.” You ask of him, straining hard against the chains that keep you away from him. He clutches his head in his hands again, breaths coming out labored and in pain. 

“Side by side?” He asks, almost shaking from the utter pain he is in.

“In the light. We’ll be powerful together just not here. You don’t need the dark side to be powerful. As long as we have each other we’ll be fine. I’m not dead. Nothing’s been able to get rid of me yet. Maybe this has been my destiny all along. To bring the chosen one back to the light side so that he may restore balance to the universe. Maybe my destiny has been to love you all along. We were never meant to be a bad thing.” You murmur, eyes searching his figure for any sign of the light as he battles his instinct versus his feelings.

Then he goes still.

“...Okay.” He looks up at you, his eyes shining a bright blue. More tears stream down your face, but this time they aren’t in pain. They’re tears of joy.

You reach out with the force, brushing against his force signature and feeling the light force that emanates from him. You let out a happy sob, wanting to embrace him. He crushes the chains that keep you from him, freeing you from your captivity. You run to him and he envelops you in a deep embrace. Your face presses against his chest as your tears ruin his former uniform. Oh well, he won’t be needing it anymore.

“I love you. I never stopped.” You whisper into his chest, clinging onto him like a dying woman.

“I never stopped loving you. It’s...it’s what fueled my anger. Your supposed death.” He admits, holding you close to him.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. You’re back. We’ll never be separated anymore. I’ll make sure of it.” You promise, looking back up into his beautiful blue eyes.

“We’ll make sure of it together.” He cups your face, tilting it up and pressing his lips to yours tenderly but hungrily. The tears mix into your kiss, creating a salty taste. But neither of you cares. You had both been waiting for this moment for much too long to care about tears in the way.

When you finally break away, you let out a half-chuckle that gets caught in your throat. This is certainly a situation you’ve gotten yourself into.

“Now, how are we going to get out of here?” You ask, not daring to let him go even now.

“Leave that to me.” He tells you, brushing the hair behind your ear as he gazes at you lovingly.

Within moments, you’re back in chains and he’s leading you down the hallway, an angry façade on his face.

“Sir!” The stormtroopers salute him as the two of you walk down the hallway. 

They’re terrified of him, you realize.

“Sir, where are you taking the prisoner?” A stormtrooper dares to ask, to which Anakin shoots him a glare and raises his hand threateningly.

“Imperial business, trooper. Know your place.” He growls, pushing you forward. You realize that Anakin has had your lightsaber strapped to his waist this entire time, making you smile. He knows it’s yours and he probably planned on asking you how you had gotten it before he realized who his prisoner was.

“S-Sorry, sir.” The trooper backs down immediately. The two of you make it to the docking area with no problems. Until one stormtrooper has some audacity.

“Sir...are you feeling well? You don’t look normal...wait a second, men! He’s not on our side-” Before he can finish, Anakin has cut him in half with his striking red lightsaber. The other troopers caught onto the cry for help, though, and are now aiming their blasters at the two of you.

“Well, I suppose we couldn’t have a clean getaway, could we?” You give Anakin a small mischievous smile that he returns.

“Not likely with the two of us,” He chuckles. The two of you spring into action. You realize you’re still bound by chains at the wrist so you put it over a trooper's head and start choking him, using his body as a shield until you can’t anymore.

“Saber!” You call out to Anakin. In a moment, he’s throwing your lightsaber to you. You catch it and activate it, cutting your chains in half. Now you’re ready to battle.

The two of you weave through troopers with ease, fighting back to back as if nothing had changed. You deflect blaster shots left and right, swinging through troopers as you make your way to the getaway ship. 

Within mere moments, the two of you are on the loading ramp of the ship. Anakin goes to turn the ship on and the ramp starts to close. You lower your saber, thinking the fighting is over. Before you can react, Anakin is pressed against you again and deflecting a shot behind your back with his lightsaber. You turn just in time to see him crush the trooper that tried to kill you with the force. You frown slightly, knowing that there’s still a hint of aggressiveness and probably darkness in Anakin, but it’s nothing you can’t work on.

He’s back now, and that’s what matters.

“Let’s go home, yeah?” Anakin asks, sitting down in the pilot’s seat and offering you a wide smile. This is probably the most he’s smiled in four years.

“Yeah. Let’s go home.” You smile back at him.

~+~

Once you’re back to your lead rebel base, you’re immediately greeted by a crowd. Out of the crowd emerges three figures: Bail Organa, Luke, and Leia. You crouch down as Luke and Leia run up to you and hug you.

“Mommy!” They cheer, laughing as you stand up and twirl around with them in your arms. They giggle as you set them down, clearly happy to see you again.

“You’re back. Congratulations, I didn’t know if we’d see you again.” Bail gives you a chuckle of relief as he gives you a clap on the back.

“Well, it wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t found someone…” You trail off, looking behind you to see a sheepish Anakin step out. You sense the nerves radiating off of him. I mean, he is entering the camp that less than twenty-four hours ago he had promised to destroy.

The crowd of rebels takes a nervous step back, not sure how to react to your news. This was their sworn enemy, and now you’re claiming he helped you?

“How can you trust him?” Bail asks, sizing Anakin up with one hand ready on his blaster.

“He’s my husband.” You state plainly. This shocks the crowd.

“Your husband?” 

“When did you two get married?”

“You’ve only been captured a couple of weeks!”

The crowd’s responses make you chuckle.

“I was married to Anakin Skywalker much before he became Darth Vader. He thought I was dead but...the sight of me made him abandon his sith side. He’s back to being Anakin Skywalker...my husband. I love him, and he will be accepted here.” You all-but-command. The crowd seems to ease just a little bit, but not much.

“Daddy?” Leia asks, a small look of skepticism on her face as she looks at Anakin. You see Anakin’s eyes shine with tears as he looks at his daughter, hearing her call him dad for the first time ever.

“I thought you said dad died.” Luke tugs on your leg, almost hiding behind you. You chuckle lightly.

“He did for a little bit, but...he’s back now. And he’s going to be a part of our life. We’re going to be a happy family now, okay?” You smile, tears pricking at your eyes for the third time that day alone as you look at your little family. The family you finally get to have.

“Okay…” The two of them cautiously approach Anakin. He kneels down, and they start to talk. You know they won’t be welcoming immediately, as he’s a stranger to them, but given time...you know that you can be a happy family again.

And with this thought, the hope of living a happy life returns to you. And this time, you know it’s here to stay.

~~~~~

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your highness – a. skywalker

Jealous! Anakin x Queen! Reader

Request: anon, could we get a jealous! anakin imagine?

Words: 4k

Summary: Reader is the queen of the alien planet, Roe’ Leor, a planet very rich in natural resources and starship fuel. It was previously a neutral system; however, the Republic has finally roped them in. In celebration and in honor of their alliance, the Queen has thrown a formal party to recognize this new friendship. Invitations extend to the royal family, the royal guard, royal officials as well as the staff, Republic Senators and the Jedi of course. After Ani’s met the Queen and after the dancing begins, Anakin gets jealous when he sees her dancing with another man…

A/N: I’ve been experiencing the BIGGEST writers block and lack of time to write and I’m SO sorry this took so long. I also had trouble trying to think of something that isn’t overplayed like jedi! reader and senator! reader... I’ve had this in my drafts for a week now and I apologize I haven’t published it until now... I hope it was worth the wait though :) A couple things I want to point out: 1) Roe’ Leor is a production of my imagination; it’s not a real planet in the Star War universe, 2) I imagine the handmaiden with a soft British accent, 3) you don’t really get to fill in a lot because you’re an alien and your skin color, eye color, etc. is already pre-determined, 4) the Roe’ Leor culture is like a mix of Indian and Haiwaiian (certain thinks like names and outfits) and 5) this Anakin is kind of like a mix between rots! Anakin and tcw! Anakin. I’m sorry I talk so much and enjoy! ~

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I look out of my large bedroom window as my handmaiden, Lei, prepares me for the event tonight. I just love the blues and purples that color the sky when the suns set…

“I do as well, my lady.” Lei speaks up. I jump slightly at the sudden sound.

“I hadn’t realized I said that aloud…” I said, distractedly.

“Well, I’m glad you did, your majesty. The sound of your voice is always lovely to hear, no matter the scarcity.” She replies with a small smile on her face. I smile back at her. What a wonderful girl…

The thing about being Queen is I’m not allowed to speak, only under specific circumstances like negotiations. Hearing my voice should be ‘a privilege’. I think it’s nonsense; but until my request goes through Leadership, I must adhere to the rules…

Lei adjusts the pallu part of the sari and places the traditional red flower behind my ear. She spins me around to look in the full-length mirror and I smile. She always does such excellent work making sure I look presentable. I look at Lei in the mirror and whisper a ‘thank you’ in our native tongue.

“You are quite welcome, your highness.” She smiles and bows before leaving my presence.

I look in the mirror once more and really take in my appearance. The amber color of the sari and petticoat really compliments my green eyes and the vermillion of the choli, fine stitching and border look exquisite against my light orange skin. To top the whole look off, my hair is loose, free to fall in waves upon my shoulders. Luckily, it doesn’t take too much away from the golden jewelry that adorns my body; the delicate necklace hanging upon my neck and the simple, yet elegant bangles that slip towards my wrist. If there’s one thing I love about being Queen, it’s the fun I have while dressing up.

When I’m done admiring Lei’s handiwork, I straighten my back and head for the main room of the palace; where the event is being held.

Outside my door, as I expected, are two of my most trusted bodyguards – who double as my governesses – to escort me; however, what I didn’t expect was for a women from Leadership waiting for me as well. I bow politely and she bows back.

“Your grace, I’ve come before you to inform you that your request has been received and approved.” She says with a relaxed expression and a small smile.

“That’s wonderful. Thank you for bringing me this information.” I reply, beyond jovial as a smile breaks out on my face.

“It was my pleasure, your majesty. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” She bows and leaves me with my escorts.

Overjoyed that I can now speak as I please, I hug both of them.

“Alani, Kaila, I never thought I’d see the day.” I express my extreme happiness with the information I just received.

“We’re happy for you, your highness.” Alani replies with a smile on her face.

“We’re glad your request went through successfully.” Kaila says as she pats my back.

I give them another squeeze before I straighten up, dust off my sari and clear my throat.

“C’mon ladies, we have a party to attend.”

As I walk forwards, Alani and Kaila follow suit. We make a beeline for the balcony area of the staircase and wait just behind the doorway for my cue to enter. I can already hear the noise of my guests and the party started but a few minutes ago.

- 15 minutes earlier –

“Halt.” A guard in front of the palace stops us.

“Names.” She demands and she looks at her scroll.

“Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Knight.” I say in a nonchalant tone and flash her my invitation. She looks at me, at the invitation and at her scroll. She nods and looks at Obi-Wan.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Master.” He says politely as he too shows his invitation. The guard nods and I proceed to make my way inside only to walk into her arm. I look up at her.

“Is there a problem?” I ask, eyebrow raised in hopes of getting some answers.

“You must change your attire before entering the Queen’s palace.” She responds. Before I could open my mouth to ask my question, a women that appears to be a handmaiden approaches us with clothing in hand. Then, it dawned on me.

“This would explain why we were measured last week.” Obi-Wan voiced my thoughts as he takes his suit and I take mine.

“You may change your clothing in the rooms to the left.” She states with an authoritative tone and resumes her duties as the guard; checking the next guests invitation.

Obi-Wan and I head over to a small shack.

“Doesn’t look like much.” I comment on the rough exterior of the ‘building’.

Obi-Wan chuckles, “Wait until you see inside.” I furrow my eyebrows in confusion and push the door open. My eyes widened at the sight before me. The outside is an injustice to the interior. It was magnificently structured and much larger on the inside. The small palace was completely empty except for four decently-sized ‘rooms’ in the middle of the structure.

“Never judge a book by its cover, Anakin; Leori technology isn’t anything to bat your eyes at.” He says condescendingly as he goes to change.

“Yes, master.” I reply as I walk over to the changing ‘room’. Can it even be called a room? All of the ‘walls’ are made of curtains.

I walk inside and shed the many layers of my Jedi robes along with my boots, belt and lightsaber.

“What do you know about this party, Anakin?” Obi-Wan asks from his changing ‘room’.

“The Queen of Roe’ Leor has thrown this party has an act of goodwill to celebrate the alliance between the Republic and Roe’ Leor.” I say, repeating the words of the Jedi Council from earlier that week.

I gingerly pull on the blue button-up and thin black jacket that accompanies it.

“Have you ever met her?” He asks.

“The Queen? No. I hear it’s a privilege to even hear her speak much less be in her presence.” I recall from one of the many briefings on Leori culture.

I slide on the black slacks as well as the black pointed shoes and clip my lightsaber to one of the belt loop of the pants. I walk out the same time Obi-Wan does.

I look at him and raise my eyebrow to accompany my smirk, “Don’t you clean up nicely, master.” I say in a joking manner. Obi-Wan is dressed in similar clothing, just with different colors. His button up is a light brown while his suit jacket, pants and shoes are all a darker shade of the same color; like his Jedi robes.

He rolls his eyes at my comment then makes his way out of the shack and over to the entrance. I walk behind him and we walk back over to the guard.

She looks us up and down, “Proceed.” She says after she recognizes us and deems our outfits acceptable.

We walk inside and look around. Music similar to what was playing in Hondo’s bar plays softly in the background as the people make conversation. I notice that some members of the Jedi Council, such as Mace Windu and Plo Koon have already arrived and have switched their usual attire for suits. The majority of the people in attendance are Leori; however I do spot the occasional Senator and Jedi.

“Did you know that Roe’ Leor is predominantly female and that’s why they have a Queen instead of a King?” Obi-Wan pipes up from beside me as he examines the room and takes a bite of food from his plate.

“I did not…” I trail off and instead of looking at their species, I look at their gender and notice he’s right. The majority of the Leori are women. The men only seem to be caterers and the occasional official.

A horn of some sort is blown from the balcony of the staircase. The attendees quiet down and move their attention to a small girl, no more than the age of a youngling.

“Please welcome her royal highness, Queen (L/N).” She says in a high-pitched voice as ‘Queen (L/N)’ emerges from the doorway on the left. She looks…magnificent. She’s younger than I expected her to be.

The yellow and red of her sari compliments her skin well. She strolls over to the balcony and stands between her two bodyguards elegantly. Applause erupts from the crowd. Both guards hold a hand out and the applause ceases.

“Good evening, people of Roe’ Leor and representatives of the Republic. As you all know, I’ve thrown this party to celebrate our newfound friendship with the Republic. I hope you enjoy your evening as well as make friends with our new partners.” She finishes and descends down the stairs. Thunderous applause erupts once more from the people in attendance.

“I thought the Queen wasn’t allowed to speak?” I ask Obi-Wan with confusion, never taking my eyes off of her.

“Must have been a recent change in their rules…” Obi-Wan mused, stroking his beard.

“Oh.” I respond simply as I take notice that the bodyguard’s leave Queen (L/N)’s side as she greets some politicians. She talks with them for a short amount of time before she scans the room and her eyes on land on me.

-

I bow as I finish my conversation with Senator Poli and Representative Jeeloy. I’ve made it my goal to introduce myself to every Republic attendee as to become familiar with one another and explain the new rule put into place by Leadership. I look around the large space and my eyes land on a rather handsome young man who already appears to be staring in my direction. I suppose I’ve found my next conversation.

I walk over to him and his eyes never leave me. A regular man would have already looked away in fear or insecurity; an interesting specimen indeed…

“Good evening gentlemen.” I say as I bow before the young man and his slightly older companion.

Now that I’m within a closer proximity, the young man is quite attractive for a Jedi. He has dirty blonde hair that falls in waves at his shoulders. His eyes are a blue so magnificent, I’ve only ever seen it in the majestic waves of our ocean. His skin is a flawless tan color and his lips look as plush as a pillow.

“My name is Anakin Skywalker, but you can call me Anakin, your highness.” The young man, Anakin, says as he bows. He grabs my hand and places a chaste kiss upon it. I can already feel my heart racing at his actions. He releases my hand, but he never takes his striking blue eyes off of me.

“Your majesty, Obi-Wan Kenobi.” The older man, Obi-Wan, also bows.

“May I say, both of your names are quite unique?” I comment on the names they’ve given me.

“Thank you, my lady. May I ask yours?” Anakin questions me.

“(Y/N) (L/N)…”

“(Y/N)…” He whispers under his breath.

“…but no one every addresses me as such as it is customary to address me as ‘Queen (L/N)’ or other terms of respect including ‘your grace’, ‘your highness’, ‘your majesty’, ‘my lady’ and so forth...” I finish, matter-of-factly.

“Of course, my lady.” Anakin says as the mischievousness of a thousand younglings cross his eyes.

“How are you enjoying the party so far, Mr. Kenobi?” I ask, shifting my attention to his friend as the look he’s giving me makes my heart beat a little too fast for my taste.

“Please, Obi-Wan, your majesty. We are partners, not strangers.” He corrects me.

I nod in return, “Of course, Obi-Wan.” He continues.

“I must say, you’ve thrown a lovely party.” He comments as he scans the crowd.

“Thank you; do you like the food?” I ask, looking at both Anakin and Obi-Wan this time, “I heard many of these foods are popular on Coruscant, the Republic capital...”

“The food is excellent, your grace. Nothing to worry about.” He says reassuringly with a small smile.

“Wonderful.” I reply, returning his smile. “Before I forget, if you’ve been briefed on our culture, you’ll know I’m not normally permitted to speak; however, a change in the rules have been made by both Leadership and myself.” I say, clearing up any confusion if there was any.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me…” I begin.

“Obi-Wan,” I say while nodding in his direction, “Anakin.” I look in his direction.

“I must acquaint myself with the other patrons.” I bow.

“Of course, your highness.” Obi-Wan replies.

“Don’t let us distract you from your royal duties.” Anakin comments with a smile. I smile back and start walking to find the next Jedi or Senator.

- 30 minutes later –

After half an hour of walking and talking, I think I need a break. I pull a chair from one of the many tables in the hall and take a seat. I take a deep breath and exhale.

I’ve already spoken with all of the members of the Jedi Council, 8 Jedi Knights and their padawans and 300 congressmen and women and that’s not even half.

The dancing will begin shortly, so I hope I get to rest my feet for just a few minutes…

Not too long into my relaxing, I hear two chairs being pulled out. I take a deep breath, straighten my posture and put on a smile. I look up to see Kaila and Alani slumped in their chairs. I break out into a real smile and relax my shoulders.

“Hello ladies, you guys look as exhausted as I am and it hasn’t even been an hour.” I joke.

Kaila laughs exhaustedly, “Do you know how many touchy Senators we’ve had to shoo away from the poor female attendees? That Orn Free Taa? Too touchy for my liking…” I laugh.

“The men of the Republic need etiquette.” Alani agrees with closed eyes.

“Perhaps not all of them…” I say quietly. At my addition, both Kaila and Alani open their eyes and straighten up excitedly, forgetting their exhaustion.

“Oh?” Kaila asks with a smirk. I now realize my addition was a mistake; not only are Alani and Kaila my caretakers, but they are also my best friends and unfortunately love gossip.

“Do tell of the well-mannered men you’ve encountered this evening.” Alani urges with her elbows on the table and her hands underneath her chin.

“Well…” I start, going through my evening so far, “Senator Organa and Senator Farr were very polite, unlike the Senators you’ve had to deal with.” I counter with triumph.

“I’ve also met multiple Jedi who were nothing but well-mannered and polite.”

“Like who?” Kaila pushed.

“Like-like Master Mace Windu.” I reply, “Master Yoda and Master Obi-Wan Kenobi…”

“…and Anakin Skywalker.” I finish off quiet, voice uneven. Just saying his name makes my voice waver. I’ve never met a man who’s had this kind of effect on me before…

“Anakin Skywalker…” Alani repeats, “If I remember correctly he came last week with Master Kenobi for his fitting…”

“A rather handsome young man…” Kaila repeats my words from earlier.

Suddenly, I hear the ringing of a single bell signifying the beginning of the first dance. I quickly stand up, “Excuse me!” I say quickly and loudly as I rush to the balcony. I’m not even out of earshot when I hear them giggling.

I take deep breaths to steady my heartrate while I climb the stairs. I reach the top and clear my throat and the audience quiets down.

“The ringing of the first bell indicates the first of two dances. For the first dance, Leori will dance with Leori and this is the same for the people of the Republic. This illustrates our situations before our alliance. For the second dance, it will be mixed. It is mandatory for a Leori to dance with someone of the Republic and vice-versa. This illustrates our situation after our alliance. You have 5 minutes to choose your partner if you wish to dance as the first dance is not mandatory.” I finish and descend the steps for the second time this evening.

I stop at the foot of the stairs and weigh my options. I could a) return to my table and get pestered about Anakin or b) women up and find a partner.

Before I decide what to do, a familiar voice cuts into my thoughts.

“It’s been a while, sis.” A male voice announces. I look to my right and see my older brother, (B/N), with his arms open.

A huge smile replaces my thoughtful look and I rush into his arms, “Brother! What are you doing here?” I ask excitedly and squeeze him.

He wheezes, “I could tell you if I could breathe.” He manages; I immediately release him, “Sometimes you don’t even recognize your own strength, (N/N).” He says using my childhood nickname as he rubs his sides.

“You forget, I married a Senator of the Republic after I refused the throne?” (B/N) reminds me; even though our planet is predominantly female, he is older and would have been next in line.

“Ah, yes. I was so busy with the preparation of the party. It slipped my mind…” I admit, “How have you been? Is the money I sent enough? Do you need more? If you do, I can-“

“(Y/N), calm down. I’m fine and the money you sent is enough; I don’t need anymore, trust me.” He reassures me, “We can catch up later; for now, may I have this dance…” He asks, extending his hand towards me. I raise my eyebrow at him.

“…your highness?” He adds. I smile, glad he hasn’t forgotten the ways of our people.

The horn sounds as the classical music played by the orchestra in the sound room begins to play over the speakers. The first dance has begun.

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The music has started to play signifying the beginning of the first dance. I’ve decided to sit this one out as the only other person I really know, Padmé, already has a partner. I sit at a table and sip my flute of one of the lighter alcoholic beverages being severed; as a Jedi, I should always be on my toes.

I scan the crowd when my eyes land on the Queen, who appears to be dancing with a man at least half a foot taller then her. The man she’s dancing with is attractive, to say the least. He has elegant features and whatever he’s saying to her makes her laugh; a laugh most likely so scarce only a select group of people ever get to hear it.

What is he saying that’s so funny? I thought when I heard the shattering of my glass. I guess my jealously paired with my prosthesis isn’t necessarily a good mix. Luckily, my beverage only spilled into the plate below with few drops of it on the tablecloth. I disregard my drink and return my attention to the Queen. Her partner spins her and she seems to be having a great time. It’s hard to be jealous when she smiles like that…

My thoughts are cut off when the music stops. The two separate and they bow before the Queen ascends the stairs. She’s most likely announcing the second dance… I suppose that’s my cue; good thing I did my research...

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“I hope you had a lovely time with your first partner; however, it is now time to choose your second. The second dance will begin shortly. You have 5 minutes to choose your next partner.” I announce and descend the stairs for, hopefully, the last time. I reach the foot of the stairs when a Senator approaches me.

“Would you like to dance, your majesty?” he asks.

“No thank you.” I respond politely. He nods and walks away. Another Senator walks up, one from Ryloth.

“Care to dance, your highness?” He asks with his hand extended in my direction.

“I’ll have to pass, Senator.” I reply. He looks at me and rolls his eyes as he walks away.

“Excuse me, my lady.” A voice intervenes; not a familiar voice, but one I’ve heard before. I turn around to be met with Anakin Skywalker.

“Anakin.” I say, hopefully.

He smiles at me, “May I have this dance…” He extends his hand to me, “…your highness?” I smile and rest my hand in is, “You may.”

The horn sounds again as another song plays over the speakers. Something along the lines of classical and tango; a rather interesting mix to describe the alliance between us.

“If I may, did you really know how to ask me to dance or was it luck?” I ask out of curiousity as he leads me to the dance floor. He grabs my hand with his right and places his left on my waist. He pulls me close and whispers in my ear, “I knew.” At this, my heartrate picks up once more.

He resume our dance at normal distance.

“Your grace, if I may, who were you dancing with earlier?” Anakin asks as we continue to glide across the floor.

“Oh, that was my brother, (B/N). Many think he’s given up his prince status, but he merely rejected king status and still remains crown prince of Roe’ Leor.” I inform him, thinking nothing of the question.

“I see. So, your majesty, are you aware of the dangers that come with being partnered with the Republic?”

“Yes. Since Roe’ Leor is no longer a neutral system, the Separatists will now target us given our change in position.”

“Have you increased your security?” He asks as he dips me.

“Tripled.” I respond as he lifts me back up.

“Has the Republic asked about outposts?

“Yes.”

“And your answer?”

“Anakin Skywalker, did you ask me to dance for business of for pleasure?” I ask, finally feeling more comfortable in his presence.

“Officially, business.” He responds as he spins me similar to how (B/N) spun me earlier.

“Unofficially?” I ask. He smiles at me and whispers in my ear with a sultriness that makes my heart melt, “Pleasure.” Then, as he dips me, the last note of the song is played.

He brings me back to a standing position.

“It was a pleasure dancing with you, Anakin Skywalker.” I say as I bow, still a little disoriented from his answer.

“Please,” he bows and grabs my hand similar to our first meeting, “the pleasure was mine.” and he kisses it.

“We’ll see more of each other in the future, your highness.” He gives me a jaunty salute then walks over to Obi-Wan.

Never in my life have I ever wanted a man so badly.

Little did I know, even though I made my comment internally, Anakin was still close enough to listen in on my thoughts and walked away with a smile on his face...

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I leave the Queen to return to her queenly duties and walk over to Obi-Wan.

“You looked rather cozy dancing with the Queen.” He noted.

“Really? I didn’t notice…” I replied coyly.

“Let’s just hope that you haven’t ruined our friendship when it’s only just begun.” He states as he makes his way over to Master Yoda.

I smile and look back at the Queen and she’s talking to her bodyguards.

Farewell, your highness. Until our next meeting…

The Queen’s eyes widen and her attention is turned towards me. I smile at her and she smiles back.

Farewell, Anakin Skywalker. Until we meet again.

[anakin-danvers]

listening

Anakin Skywalker x gender neutral!reader 

Word count: ~2k

Warnings: none really, just reader feeling stressed

Also, gif is not mine! Credit to owner (I would link their name but I cannot remember if I got the gif from tumblr, Pinterest, etc., I just had it on my camera roll).

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Scream. That’s all you wanted to do at this moment. You didn’t care who heard you. But you couldn’t. Well you could, you were boiling at this point. But you knew you shouldn’t. It’d bring more attention to you, and make the situation a big deal, having it affect you more than it already had.

To ease the boiling sensation you had inside of you, you paced. You had hurried out to the garden after the confrontation, hoping to hold back the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. The pacing wasn’t working that well to calm you, really, but at this point some distraction was better than none.

You just couldn’t believe it to be honest. How could he talk to you like that? And in front of other people, no less. You weren’t a child anymore, he was not your father, who did he think he was? It took you a few more paces around the blossoming garden to realize you were not calming down, instead being alone in this peaceful place prompted you to think more and more about what had just happened, fueling your humiliation as if pouring more fuel to a fire.

Taking a deep breath, you decided to head back into the palace, hoping to distract yourself with something that would actually take your mind off the feelings gnawing at you. Maybe you could go into the library, or see what concoction they were stirring up in the kitchen, or maybe –

You heard him before you saw him.

“Y/N”, at the sound of Anakin Skywalker’s voice, your heart couldn’t help skipping a beat. Your eyes lifted, taking their focus off of the ground and instead meeting with his eyes. His ocean blue eyes, adorned by those long lashes, instinctively brought a small smile to your face.

“Anakin.” Your smile was mirrored with his own, a smile that instantly calmed you quicker than the pacing had.

You walked towards one another, stopping until you were directly in front of each other. You hesitated, wanting to embrace him more than anything, but unsure, as always, if he wanted the same. It was as if he sensed your hesitation, because with a reassuring look he engulfed you in his arms, holding you close to him.

You took in a deep breath. You’d missed him. It had only been a few rotations since you’d last seen him, but you couldn’t deny how much you had been looking forward to his return.

Anakin, along with his former Jedi master Obi-Wan Kenobi, had been making frequent visits to your home plant of Busil since the beginning of the Clone Wars. That had been the way you two had met. His and Obi-Wan’s task to work with your planet for the development of better armor for the clones made their visits frequent, something that allowed you and Anakin to become friends, close friends. The friendship was unexpected, at least for you. For one, you had never been anywhere besides your home planet, so to befriend someone who was not from Busil, a Jedi no less, was something new for you. Secondly, the first time you saw Anakin you were intimidated. He was this extremely handsome, confident Jedi who seemed to know so much about the galaxy, while you were an inexperienced girl who’d been nowhere and had experienced nothing compared to everything he had.

Yet you’d developed a friendship, one which seemed to strengthen each time he came back to Busil. Anakin always took the time to talk to you about all the planets and worlds he’d been in, describing them with such detail that if you’d close your eyes you could imagine being there. He promised you he’d take you to see them one day, from the lively capital of Courascant to the luscious valleys of Alderaan and anywhere else you’d like to go. It was something you’d hope to eventually be able to do, but you knew that if you were to convince your parents of it, first you’d have to convince your way on accompanying the two Jedi in their scouting missions in Busil itself, rather than have your brother lead them like always–

At the thought of your brother, all the emotions that had been clouding your mind before Anakin arrived came rushing back with the strength of a tidal wave, so fast that you couldn’t stop your body from tensing up. Anakin noticed, and with that he pulled away, much to your disappointment. He held you by your upper arms, his eyes searching your face for the answer of your obvious troubled state. Wanting to not ruin the otherwise happy greeting, you tried to ignore his searching eyes.

“How was the scouting mission? I heard you ran into some trouble?”

Anakin frowned lightly, knowing you were trying to act as if nothing was wrong. “It was fine,” he answered anyway. “The trip back was a bit bumpy, which is why I didn’t enter with Obi-Wan and your brother. I was making a quick repair to my speeder. Now please tell me what’s upsetting you.”

You thanked the stars he hadn’t entered with them, or else he would’ve seen the way your brother had embarrassed you by chastising you practically seconds after arriving.

“It’s nothing Anakin,” you said, trying to convince him with a smile. “I’m just glad you're back. I was worried the trouble you had encountered was more serious.”

“Ah well, you know me, nothing I couldn’t handle.” The hint of teasing in his voice was small, but it was enough to widen the smile on your face. His voice returned to a more serious tone, letting you know he knew you were trying to brush off his concern. “Y/N, Obi-Wan told me to come see you. I know something’s wrong.”

Of course he did. The Jedi master was present when it had happened. When your brother had gotten offended at the joking remark you had made. Obi-Wan and you were friends as well, how could you not when he was such a caring and overall lovely man to be around? So when he was standing in the side, looking down at a data pad after greeting you warmly and allowing you to greet your brother, he witnessed the whole argument that ensued. You knew with the way he was looking over at you with concerned eyes that he was trying hard to hold his tongue and that he’d tell Anakin about it later.

“Hmm,” you said, not knowing where to start. Anakin’s hands slid down your forearms and to your hands, holding them lightly. You brought a hand up to your face in an attempt to shield it, as well as a way to control yourself and your emotions.

“I had an argument with my brother, it was stupid and I guess I overreacted in how I responded to it.”

“Y/N, I know you, and I know your brother.” His smooth voice seemed to sliver into you and open the faucet of emotions that was begging to be released.

Before you knew it, you poured it all out. The way your brother misunderstood your joke as an offense. The way he always seemed to be right, and never took the time to apologize for the times he was wrong. The way he’d tell you to stand up to your parents and tell them you were no longer a child yet still treated you like a child when it came to arguments. Because he was the older brother, and he demanded respect, and with that respect meant shutting up when he told you to. Only, you were tired of it.

“I just find it dumb, the way it all started,” you continued on with your rant, one hand still being held by Anakin’s gloved hand, the other flailing around as you tried to express your emotions in a coherent way. “I just, I guess I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did, it seemed to have only added fuel to the fire.”

Anakin shook his head. “Your brother can be...difficult. I’ve seen it first hand. I don’t think you overreacted at all.”

“Thank you, Anakin, I really appreciate you taking the time to listen to all my blabbering,” you said, a small blush creeping up your neck at the realization you had Anakin stand there for minutes while you spilled your sibling drama.

He seemed to sense what you were thinking, his flesh hand coming up to lift your chin a bit to hold eye contact with you. “Never thank me for listening to what’s on your mind, Y/N, whether it’s good, bad, or neither.” His words only made your blush grow, prompting a side of his mouth to form a lopsided smile.

You just weren’t used to it. It seemed as if lately, the last thing people around you did was listen to what you had to say. Yet here was Anakin, having just arrived from a stressful scouting mission, listening to you. You were sure he was tired and wanted to rest, but he wasn’t doing that. He was here with you, holding your hand and just listening.

After a brief moment of silence, Anakin spoke. “You know I like you, Y/N, all of you.” His words took a moment to process. He meant like you as a friend, right? Your face twisted into slight confusion, only making Anakin’s smile grow.

“Y-you mean, as friends r-right?” You couldn’t believe what you just asked. Of course he meant as friends, what else would he mean?

“As everything, Y/N. I thought you knew that.”

“I didn’t.” You admitted. You knew you liked him as friends and more, but only ever dreamed he’d feel the same way. “I thought we were just friends.”

His smile faltered a bit. “I hope I didn’t cross a line. If you don’t feel the same way, I completely understand.” His hold on your hand loosened, prompting you to hold it tighter, wrapping your two hands around it.

“You didn’t cross any line, Ani. I like you too. Since the first visit you made, I’ve liked you.”

Next thing you knew, Anakin’s lips met yours. You were surprised at first, but as the warmth of his lips stayed on your own, you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his neck, wanting him as close to you as possible. His own hands came up to hold your face, bringing you closer to him as well.

Your inexperience showed in the kiss. You allowed his lips to lead your own, your movements trying to mimic his. At that moment, all your worries, all your stress, melted away. The only thing that mattered was that you were with Anakin.

You stayed close after pulling away, wanting to stay in the moment.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for some time.” You could feel the rumble from his chest under your hands as he spoke.

You couldn’t help but smile when you looked up at him. “Then why didn’t you?”

He shrugged, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I was hoping to find a more intimate moment.”

“Well, I’m glad you finally did.”

He looked at you with warmth in his eyes. The purity of his feelings were evident on his face, and you wanted nothing more than to just stay with him.

“Come, now.” He grabbed your hand and started walking towards the palace. “Obi-Wan and I were talking about something and want your opinion on it.”

“About what?” You questioned, following him to the open doors.

“We have another scouting mission planned for a few rotations from today. We want you to lead it.”

You felt like a youngling who was just told they’d be having sweets for dinner. “I’d love to.”

“I knew you would.” Anakin said, bringing your hand up to kiss it lightly before walking into the palace and towards the meeting room.

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Ahhhh so I wrote a thing. Hope you guys enjoyed it, it’s been a while since I’ve written anything (like 3 years?!). I just sort of jumped into writing after a stressful moment and this is what resulted. Please like and share! ❤️ - Chasity

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pls do ‘It’s 3 in the morning why are you awake?’ with anakin skywalker 💫

‘It’s 3 in the morning why are you awake?’

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x reader

Warnings: Insomnia

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You could never sleep. It was a part of being a general in the war. You’ve seen many people die, innocent and tainted. It never became easier and everytime you closer your eyes you saw it all again.

That brought you here at 3 o’clock, the gym. You were trying to perfect your connection to the force. Your blue lightsaber was the only thing that brought light to the room. A bunch of droids were shooting at you and you had to deflect them without using your sight.

Your body moved on your own as you defelcted it. What you didn’t know was that your boyfriend was watching you. That was until you felt his forceprint closing up on you. You switched off your lightsaber and flicked on the lights with the force.

“It’s 3 in the morning, why are you awake,” you turned around and smiled at him. “Why are you awake,” he retorted.

“Can’t sleep,” you sighed. “Me neither,” he sighed. A devilish grin made it’s way on his face. Anakin walked closer to you “We could do something together.”

“Like what?” you smiled. “Spend some time together, we can barely do anything since the war,” he clenched his fist to his side. “I know, but we have to do this, to save everyone. It’s our duty as jedi.”

“Sometimes I wish it wasn’t, just you and me together, we could start a family.” You grabbed his hands, “maybe someday, but we still have to fight for peace.”

He pulled you close and pressed his face in your hair, “when this is all over I’ll marry you,” he whispered.

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