- premonition.
senator!anakin x jedi!reader ♡
summary: senator skywalker is your hot, eyeliner wearing, secret husband whom you have to hide from the jedi. nightmares about him awaken you from your peaceful slumber.
warnings: none really, nightmares, mentions of death
a/n: guys I had to write something about anakin wearing kohl cause yes. and im sure he'd just have his fingers lined with gold rings. hes fashionable like that.
"ani?" you yelled, blue saber lighting a pathway through the darkened hall. waves of pain and agony washed over you, his pain and agony.
"anakin!?" your voice becomes more frantic at the feeling, heart burning for him.
breaking into a run, you make it down the corridor, only to see a hooded figure standing over anakin.
"turn around!" you order the figure, beginning to enter the room. only to be unable to do so. it was like an invisible wall was trapping you. forcing you to watch.
the figure did not turn around, rather, letting out a maniacal cackle, and raising his hand.
"stop!" you yell helplessly, banging on the seemingly non-existent wall, keeping you from saving anakin.
blue streaks of lighting shoot out from the figures wrinkly, pale fingertips, making their way to anakin and shooting down his limbs.
you could only watch in horror as you saw him screaming and writhing on the ground. screaming your name.
"NO!" you scream, your own awareness of his pain becoming too much.
shooting upright in bed, you look around the room, gasping for air. it wasn't real.
slowly regulating your breathing, you look to your left, only to see your husband sleeping peacefully beside you. he looked beautiful like this, small slivers of moonlight illuminating his face in almost angelic ways.
what in the world was that? a vision, perhaps? you had heard yoda speak of jedi getting visions of past or future things that may happen. but it couldn't be. it had to have just been a nightmare. how else could you explain that invisible barrier?
all you knew was, you needed some fresh air.
quietly slipping out of the unfairly comfortable bed of the Senate chambers, you pull on your jedi robe over your nightwear, making your way to the balcony.
the balcony had a beautiful view of the coruscant landscape, and with the city lights on, and the moon shining, it was almost magical.
there were no pretty views on tatooine. just a whole lot of desert. and a lot of sand. thankfully, you never had to go back there again.
you hadn't been sleeping well lately. with the war going on, constantly being sent out on missions with the 501st, and with the latest attempt on senator skywalker's life, you had practically been riddled with anxiety.
what did not help, was that your husband was currently trying to get some bill passed through the senate, that apparently many people did not like. the last attempt on his life had led you to stay sleeping with him in his quarters, regardless of the risk of your relationship being discovered. if anyone asked, you'd just say you were proving protection. but no one did. although, you were sure kenobi had some questions as to why you made your way to anakin's quarters, well before anakin had even returned home.
tomorrow, there would be another senate meeting about anakin's bill. which worried you. what if someone tried something there? you didn't trust the guards there to be able to take care of a well trained bounty, like bossk or aurra sing.
in the midst of all your worries, anakin had rolled over in the silken sheets, hand reaching out to pull you closer. only for his hand to land on a whole lot of air. lifting his head up to look for you, he realizes you've gone.
immediately getting up, he sees the balcony curtains swaying in the wind, the door ajar. making his way to the door, he leaned against the frame, admiring the view of you standing in the moonlight. he truly was head-over-heels for you.
as you were figuring out what excuse would convince obi-wan to let you go to tomorrow's meeting— maybe something about wanting to get a further knowledge of the political side of the Council— you felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist, and a chin rest on your shoulder.
"you should be sleeping." you say, resting your own hands on top of his.
"i can say the same for you." he replies, voice close to your ear. "what's wrong? i can practically feel the worry coming off of you."
"its.. nothing. just— needed some air." you didn't want to burden him further by putting your own visions on top of his endless list of things to worry about.
"you know," he turns you around so you're facing him, his blue eyes lined with smudged kohl he would have been too tired to wash off, staring down into yours, "you can tell me anything, right? i want you to tell me."
why did he have to be so persistent? sighing, you shake your head slightly before replying. "its nothing, really. just a silly nightmare."
and that still doesn't convince him. "it's not silly. tell me what it was about." his hands make his way to your cheeks, cupping your face so delicately. the pretty, jeweled rings on his fingers felt cool against your face, and you had an overwhelming feeling to just tell him everything that had ever worried you.
"it was about you." you finally say something, sighing. looking up at him, you could see a hint of pity in his expression.
"you know you don't have to worry about me, right? i am capable of taking care of myself..." he smiles a little, trying to reassure you.
"yes, I know— but this was different." you inhale deeply, the image of him screaming in pain haunting your mind. "i couldn't reach you. you were being shocked by someone. i couldn't see who."
internally, anakin grew slightly worried at that. but he didnt want you to panic either. "i trust you. and i know that if anything were to happen to me, youd be there. I dont want you to panic over this, my love."
"i think it would be wise for us to focus on the present moments. visions of what could be, aren't important for you right now. you have a war to win." he speaks softly, and you agree.
why dwell on something that only has a possibility of being real, when you should be focused on the very real things happening around you right now?
"you're right." of course he was. this was yet another reminder of why telling your problems to anakin usually always helped put you at ease, even if it was just a little bit. you still were worried over what you saw. but you'd see master yoda for that later. anakin didn't have to know.
"it's just— my worries for you grow almost every day. i know you're capable, and what you do is only to help people... but could you do it in a way that didn't make others want you dead for it?" you question, trying to make light of the mood.
anakin chuckled at that, hands leaving your face to pull you into his chest. "if only that were possible. i seemingly just have a very targetable personality." he says, and you laugh into his neck.
after a few moments of comfortable silence, you just couldn't resist the urge to tease him a little about his sleepwear. you always did that, you loved to make fun of his high-end fashion sense in comparison to your boring black jedi robes.
"is this new? silk?" you say, hands moving to hold a fistful of the soft fabric he was draped in. it was very elaborate, for sleepwear. light blue silk with pearl beading on the neckline. it amused you for no reason really.
"why, do i look bad in it?" anakin asks, looking down at you. you were just wearing a plain cream nightdress, which you had just thrown your robes over before coming out. ah the difference between a jedi and a senator.
chuckling, you shake your head no. "no, of course not. you just... always manage to show me up in terms of your excellent fashion sense." you smile a little. times like this made you forget about the stuff going on around you. just you and him.
"well, jedi aren't exactly known for their taste in clothes. don't you wear the same outfit every day?" he teases, looking down at his own sleepwear.
"at least your robes are better than that kenobi's. those boots should not be paired with those pants." he prods at your former masters outfit, and you cant help but laugh.
"well if my own robes weren't up to your standard, im sure you'd have done something about it already." you smile, hands going to run through his incredibly soft curls.
"that I would." he says, pulling you back into him. "let's go back to sleep. we both have a big day tomorrow." he says, taking you by the hand and leading you back inside.
your worries, for now, had subsided.
but you would do anything, to ensure that your visions never came true.
anything.
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