Imagine: Anakin is about to swift to the dark side but he is saved by you.
Warnings: fluff and a bit of smut; can we pretend that he did not kill the younglings?
You just landed, happy to be at your planet again, after a long mission spent fighting the forces of Darth Maul. You had finally defeated the last Mandalorians who had betrayed their nation in order to support the Death Star. Mandalore was back to the Senate again and you were chosen to be the Duchess. Good news to tell Anakin, you were thinking all the way! You promised the new Prime-Minister you’d think carefully for you were still a Jedi and the Council should be told first before any decision was made.
So there you are. Your relationship would not need to be concealed anymore and with Mandalore out of the Sith rule, things seemed to be positive again. You could not stop thinking about bringing Anakin with you to Mandalore so you two would finally be able to live the life you wanted. No secrecies, no rules…
But the joy in your mind is swept away when the chaos comes to your eyes. Smoke everywhere, signs of destructions. Pain. Hatred. You feel it and it blows away your good spirits.
You fall on your knees, feeling unwell. The Jedi had fallen and you feel their deaths ripping in your chest. You are shocked and the Force seems to guide you to the ruins of it. You go with the flow, as if you have lost the control of your steps. You are baffled by how tragedy surrounds you, replacing the idyllic scenario you’ve been building since you left Mandalore.
But the Force does not let you stay there. It takes you right where Anakin is. He’s on his knees, dark cape half slipping of his body, his lightsaber on his side. You feel the hatred in his chest, his frustration, his angst. You should feel mortified for what he did, for his fall, but you understand him.
Yet you cannot move your feet away. He feels you too, he knows you’re there, perplexed, paralyzed. Anakin recovers his strength and stands. You see the pain in his eyes and it breaks your heart, even though you feel the good in him.
“Y/N”, his voice is rusty, shaky. He does not dare to move closer. The distance between you two is small. “You came.”
He awaits for your reaction, seeing the tears in your eyes rolling freely down your cheeks. In other times Anakin would cuddle you and wipe the tears away. The memory makes you sob.
“You have no right to judge me”, says he upon your stunned silence.
“I…” you choke with words. “I would never.” It’s when you realize. “I understand you, Ani.”
You step forward, closing the gap distance in between you two. You put your hands around his face and give him a sad smile.
“I understand your pain, your hatred, your fear. I understand how often you suffocated your needs to put Galaxy’s first, how you were never rewarded for what you did as a Jedi. I understand how hurt you were when people criticized you.” You feel every word you say and so does he. Anakin sobs and drops in one knee. You slip in and hold him near. “You are not lost, you did not go to the dark side. You are hurt. Let me heal you, Ani. We don’t need the Jedi. We need us.”
When he looks up, his left eye remains yellow but his right one is blue. There is balance. He is, however, suffering. And when you pursue his lips in a tender kiss, he hesitates it. He expected to find disappointment in you, or even anger, words of how he broke your heart. But you were kind and good, the light in his world. Your empathy not only saves you, but him as well.
Anakin returns the kiss, little by little going reasonable again. What starts slow grows fervent. He is possessive again, having missed you an ache he could not heal. A sly smirk crosses his lips when he realizes this is not exactly what he is feeling, but you are. He knows you are burning for him in every aspect.
Your hunger for affection is to be finally fed. Anakin knows it and is as eager as you to give you love. You saved him and he wants to reward you for this. You don’t expect any of that, it’s just who you are, but all you need right now is him.
Right there he pulls you on the ground, having tossed away all the clothing. You groan as you scratch your nails against his chest. Desire rises as lust makes you unreasonable. You tangle your legs around his waist and you hope to be on top of him, but he’s dominating you.
His kisses are like the fire of the surroundings, and burns you like hell. Anakin holds your hands and pins your wrists above your head. He removes every piece of your cloth, teasing you with the Force.
But in the midst of such an intense explosion, where his budge is pressed against you, his eyes soften at your features.
“I do love you, Y/N.” He wishes he could profess his sentiments with better words, but you understand him. You always did and you proved him today.
“I am yours to command, Ani. There’s so much for us ahead..”
Although sad was the beginning that brought you together, you know that happier will be the future. But right now all you want is him in between your legs. And that coy smirk in his lips shows how well he knows your thinking. You’ve never been happier for having your mind read.
Anakin laughs as he teases you.
“You are mine indeed. Very much so”, says he, aware of how possessive he could be to you and how much you enjoy it. “Tell me, my love. I want to hear you beg.”
You comply with his wishes, enjoying to be underneath his well builded muscles. But he could tell also how hot you are, and all of your needs. Both of you are more linked and better connected than before. Such a strange situation to be in: the perfect embodiment of balance of the Force.
“I want you to make babies to me”, you hear yourself saying.
Anakin laughs at that as he begins to thrust in you, getting tired of only teasing. His thrusts are not gentle today but, Maker, you do not mind that at all.
“Do you really?”, he whispers hotly against your ear, smiling as you moan in response.
You arch your back, enjoying how he pursues you by giving you pleasure. Everything seems to burn and you are about to explode. Anakin enjoys to be in control, holding you dear to him as his touch gives you wonderfulness.
He smirks as you are the first to blow at long last. But he does not take longer either. He fills you with his seed, making sure you’d be the mother of his child.
“It is as you command me… Duchess.”
You blush upon the title he addresses you, another proof of the deep connection you share.
“I didn’t even tell you about that yet.”
Anakin smiles blissfully when seeing the pink painting your pale cheeks. And the sight of him being himself again is a sight that makes you beam.
“Why should that surprise you? We are bounded”, says he, nuzzling against your nose. “For life.”
You lean forward to kiss him with passion. A passion that even surprises him. Anakin is told by such a simple but meaningful gesture of how deep is the love you feel for him. And he melts in your touch and kindness.
As your consort, Anakin participates in the councils and the conduct of the ruling of Mandalore even though he hates politics. But he’s always there to support you, regardless.
In fact, now that there’s no reason to hide your relationship, he takes every opportunity, every reunion and occasion to show you off. Ahsoka, who got back together with you two, is always teasing him about it. You delight in having her around you guys and go as far as telling her she’s your adopted daughter.
“What?! But I’m not that young to be your daughter!” She protests.
“Please, Snips. Training you was like a preparation for fatherhood”, says Anakin.
In due time, your desire to be a mother comes true. You give birth to five beautiful children (one each year because that’s how Anakin rolls and you gladly follow him). These are their names: Leia, Savyne, Obi-Wan, GonJun and Luke. Two girls and three boys. Clearly Ahsoka takes most of her time training them despite your concerns.
In between the births and conceiving, Anakin and you finally find Obi-Wan. It happens when you find yourself pregnant of your third child and first son. The older Jedi is pleased with how everything ended, easily reconciling with his Padawan. The whole scene is very thrilling to you and you weep for witnessing this long-awaited reunion.
Anakin and Obi-Wan decide to revive the Order Jedi after peace is finally established throughout the Galaxy. But some rules (as not form attachments) are now banished. Obi-Wan also grants the title of Master to Anakin and accepts the invitation to be his namesake’s godfather. A new council of Jedis begins to form from Ahsoka’s generation.
As for you, your rule in Mandalore has been proven fruitful. Peace is now firmly established and there is little for you to concern yourself with.
That is what you contemplate when you leave bed early and begin to watch the sun rise from the windows of your bedchambers. Little Luke is sleeping in the bed with you, but you feel Anakin’s arms sneak behind you.
“Why up so early, duchess?”
You lift your head to meet his gaze and bring his face to yours. Anakin smiles as he reads your sentiments. You kiss him and pull him close. The balance is felt. And Anakin never felt in peace before as he is with you now.