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All That You Are
request: hello! could you do an ani x reader x obi, reader is a jedi knight like them and is very passionate about stuff she likes (space, creatures, etc.) and she gets excited very easily and she always puts others before herself, blushes really easily and looooooves kids, especially helping those in need? and ani and obi are both in love with her but she's really oblivious to it and they just find her adorable? i'd like to see a reader insert with my personality, so fluffy end with lots of love pls❤️❤️
a/n: Hi everyone! Before you read this one, I just want to make the small disclaimer that I’ve never written a polyamorous relationship before, nor have I ever really had contact with one in my life. So if it’s a little clunky, unrealistic, etc. I do apologize, I’ve done my best! I hope I can do this request, as well as the reader’s personality, justice! This one’s pretty long (around 5k words) and actually pretty sad, but it has a happy ending so I hope you’ll be happy with it!! Enjoy! - Eliza
You, Anakin, and Obi-Wan were seated in the cockpit of a Republic-provided freighter, headed to the war-torn planet of Alina. It was an outer rim farming planet that had recently suffered a Separatist occupation and subsequent Republic removal of their oppressors. Though the planet had been somewhat restored, crops and homes had been completely destroyed and local government had fallen into disarray. The Republic, therefore, had sent in some of its finest Jedi - you, selfless and loving, someone who would have no trouble connecting with the people of Alina; Obi-Wan, master negotiator and level-headed thinker, someone who would be able to aid in getting the government back on its feet; and Anakin, of the Jedi most able with a lightsaber, who would be useful in protecting the group if there was trouble.
Accompanying the three of you were a small regiment of clones, a pilot and copilot, and many crates of various supplies - food, toiletries, copious medical items, even some construction materials for building temporary shelters for the people who had lost their homes.
You stared down at the navigator on the cockpit’s dashboard, telling you that you were rapidly approaching the outer rim. Anakin and Obi-Wan were talking lowly beside you, but you were more consumed with the state of affairs on Alina than with whatever they were discussing. You were unsure what you would find there, but you knew it wouldn’t be good. Your heart ached to even consider the damage that had been done, the pain that had been inflicted, much less to see it in person.
“Y/N,” Obi-Wan’s voice startled you out of your reverie and you jumped, turning in your seat to face him. “Did you hear me?’
You shook your head no and glanced back towards the navigator. You were inching ever closer. “I said to be prepared for anything when we land. The remaining pieces of Alina’s government have been cooperative, but there are remaining separatist forces on the surface and the people might not take so kindly to the sight of a Republic ship.”
“Understood,” you replied, glancing down at the lightsaber hanging on your hip. You shuddered to think that it might be necessary on what was supposed to be a peaceful mission.
“Approaching the planet’s surface,” the copilot announced, and you turned back to face the front of the ship. “Dropping out of hyperspace in five… four… three… two…” the ship slowed suddenly and the planet of Alina was sprawled out in front of you. It was a flat, expansive planet, with no real notable terraforms. There were only two major cities, one on each side of the planet, a capital city and a trading port. You were headed for the capital, where most of the citizens had gathered to regroup and find family that had been lost during the occupation.
The freighter entered the atmosphere and headed to one of the few remaining landing pads. From the height of your ship, you could see city streets crowded with displaced people. Many of the buildings had been destroyed in firefights between the Republic and Separatist forces, leaving survivors to flood the streets. Makeshift medbays, rest areas, and rendezvous points had been set up in buildings that hadn’t been completely destroyed, but those were all small, close-to-the-ground buildings that couldn’t house many people at once, meaning that anyone who didn’t fit into a shelter was left to fend for themselves on the streets.
The sight of it from the sky alone broke your heart.
“Approaching landing pad… requesting permission to land,” the pilot announced, flipping a few switches and pressing a few buttons on his dashboard. “Permission granted.”
With that, the ship touched down on the landing pad. The low humming of the engines beneath your feet ceased as the ship was powered down. You, Anakin, and Obi-Wan rose to move back into the belly of the freighter, where the clones were seated. “Follow us, keep close. If there’s trouble, wait for our command,” Obi-Wan ordered. With that, the ramp of the ship was lowered and the clones followed you out into the sun.
As soon as you stepped off of the ship, the true effect of the damage done hit your every sense. The acrid sense of burning metal, rubber, and plastic; the sounds of thousands of people in pain and panic; the heat of a city battered by fire and bright sunlight. You hardly had time to process, however, as a small group of Alina’s residents approached you. You recognized two from the galactic senate, though the other three were unfamiliar.
The ones you did know were the elected senators of the planet - the first was Varian Sevanar, a portly man with a receding hairline and a jolly face. Well, last you had seen him it had been, at least. Now, his elegant robes were torn and dirty, and his face was drawn tight with worry and pain. The other senator was Alysia Sair, a woman with dark, curly hair and pointed features. Her face reflected the concern of her colleague’s, and her robes were in similar disarray.
Two of the others were armed men who you assumed were guards of the senators, and the other was a woman who clung to Sevanar’s arm like a lifeline. His wife, perhaps.
Obi-Wan reached the group first, kissing Sair’s hand and shaking Sevanar’s. “Your graces,” he greeted them formally as they turned to mimic their actions with you and Anakin. “I am Obi-Wan Kenobi; we had some contact before I left Coruscant to come here.”
“Yes, I remember,” Sevanar said. “Thank you for coming to our aid. Alina is in dire need of assistance.” His voice shook as he spoke, and you wondered just how hard he was taking the loss of his planet’s welfare. He looked like he had aged decades since you had last seen him. “Who are your associates?”
“Anakin Skywalker and Y/N Y/L/N,” Obi-Wan introduced the two of you in turn. “Now, where are our services needed most at this time? We are at your disposal.”
Sair took over now, raking her eyes over the regiment of clones and then between the three Jedi. “If we could have your guards make their way into the streets to dispense the supplies we were promised, it would be a start. Master Kenobi, the council will need your aid sorting ourselves out again. We’ve lost many key members of our ranks and the remainder of us are in complete disarray. As for Masters Y/L/N and Skywalker, perhaps they could make their way around the shelters to offer reassurance to the people and help however they are needed?”
Obi-Wan turned to you and Anakin, obviously seeking confirmation. The two of you nodded your assent and the group parted - the clones made their way back onto the ship to gather the supply crates and divvy up jobs amongst themselves and Obi-Wan followed the two senators, Sevanar’s wife, and one of the guards into the capitol building. The other guard stayed behind to accompany you and Anakin down onto the streets of Alina. “It’ll be rough,” he warned you as you made your way onto an elevator to the ground floor. “You’re not gonna like what you see.”
The three of you then fell into silence as the elevator made its descent, finally coming to a stop at the ground floor. The sounds and sights of suffering were even more poignant down here. “The first shelter is about a block from here. It’s a medbay, so be warned. You’ll go around as quickly as possible, just give out some comfort and make your way out. I’ll meet you near the entrance when you’ve finished.”
You nodded, mentally preparing yourself for what you would find in the medbay. You walked through the crowds of people, finding yourself choked up at the sight; injured people sitting along walls, able-bodied people milling around, trying to offer aid wherever they could. You caught sight of some people seeking out the dead and moving them away on a cart and had to look away.
Anakin rested a hand on your shoulder, drawing your attention. You did your best not to blush at the warmth from his hand, but failed and ended up averting your eyes to stare at the ground. “I know,” he said, drawing your attention back to him. His eyes were comforting. “But remember we’re here to help them.”
You nodded and steeled your nerves as you saw the place where you were headed. People were lined up outside the door, waiting to be helped. The guard you were with had to push his way through the crowd, almost shoving a woman down in the process. She was obviously already frail, elderly and weak. You caught her before she could hit the ground, helping her to find her balance again. “Are you alright?” You asked, as she clutched at your arms for support.
“Yes, fine, I… I’ll be fine.” She reached out to pat your cheek, giving you a sad smile. “Thank you, dear.”
You nodded and moved away, finding your way back to Anakin and the guard, who had continued moving and were now almost inside the hospital itself. “Hey,” you barked as you caught up to them, grabbing the guard by the shoulder. “Watch it, would you? These people have suffered enough without a man with a gun shoving them to the ground.”
The guard looked like he wanted to rebut, but a look from both you and Anakin prompted an apology from him before he turned to continue into the hospital. “I’ll leave you two here. Find me when you’re ready.”
You and Anakin nodded and split up, heading in separate directions. People reached out to grasp at your robes as you passed. There were some people, obviously the worst injured, in cots, but everyone else was laying on the ground. You stopped to comfort some people, especially children, as you went. As you walked, you caught sight of a woman on her knees, clutching at a nurse’s dress and begging words that you couldn’t quite hear from where you stood. You made your way over quickly, dancing around the wounded so you didn’t accidentally step on anyone. The nurse was obviously panicked, unsure of how to handle the situation she was in.
You knelt down next to the woman, gently removing her hands from the nurse’s dress and taking them into your own. She turned to you, her eyes wild. Tears had cut tracks through the grime on her cheeks and she seemed hysterical. You reached out to steady her, resting a hand on her cheek. The nurse scurried away to care for someone else, but not before she sent you a thankful look. “Miss, please, try to breathe. What’s wrong? What can I do?”
“My son!” She sobbed, clutching at your arm with her hands. “I can’t find him, please, he’s just a little boy! We had to leave our farm and I lost him, I don’t know where he is, my husband is dead - oh, stars!” She fell forwards into you and you caught her, petting a hand over her matted hair.
You bit back tears, knowing you had to be strong for these people’s sakes. “Breathe, miss. There you go.” She calmed down slightly, enough for you to continue asking questions. You held her away from you so you could look her in the eyes. “Do you have a picture of him?”
She nodded and dug one out of her pockets to hand it over to you. You examined it. “He’s beautiful,” you said, looking up to meet her eyes again. She nodded and brought a hand over her mouth to sob into it. “What’s his name?”
“Duvnar,” she replied, her voice muddled with tears.
“That’s a lovely name. I’ll find him for you. Is it alright if I keep this?” She nodded yes, so you slipped it into the pocket of your robes. “Please, just try to stay calm, for your son. I swear I’ll find him.”
You rose to your feet and left the woman behind, making your way through the rest of the hospital before meeting up with Anakin. “Are you alright?” He asked.
“Fine, just… just a little shaken.” You pulled the picture of the boy from your pocket to show it to him. “We’re looking for him. If you see him, tell him his mother sent us. His name is Duvnar.”
Anakin nodded and led you out of the hospital to meet up with your escort. As you continued walking through the streets, the sight of so many people in pain weighed down on you even more. Anakin must have noticed, because he reached over to grab your hand, holding it firmly in his. You couldn’t help the heat that rose to your cheeks - curse him for having this effect on you. Stars, curse Obi-Wan for the same thing.
As you walked, you came to an intersection where there seemed to be tension brewing. You proceeded carefully, and then you saw it - a man wearing grey and black robes, with something metal on his hip. “Anakin,” you whispered, nudging nudging him to get his attention. “Does that man have a blaster?”
He followed your gaze to where the man was making his way through the crowd, eyes darting back and forth wildly. Eventually, he met up with another man in similar clothes. “That’s not good,” Anakin said. You kept a close eye on them as he went to notify the guard of their presence. Luckily, there were relatively few people in the intersection, especially compared to some of the others that you had seen.
Your escort changed direction so that you were heading towards the two men, and that was when you saw him. A boy, standing alone in the middle of the intersection, hugging a stuffed toy to his chest. He was a dead ringer for the picture that the woman had given you.
“Anakin, that’s the -” you were cut off by a bolt of red blaster fire arcing past you and hitting your guard in the chest. He staggered backward, shock on his face, and fell to the ground. There was a moment of silence before the entire intersection broke into chaos. Anakin went to chase after the culprits, but you grabbed his robes before he could leave you behind. “Anakin, the boy!” You pointed to Duvnar, who was standing still in the intersection, obviously panicked.
Anakin looked back to you and nodded. “Go! I can handle these two.”
You smiled grimly. “Good luck.”
And with that, the two of you took off in separate directions. Anakin sprinted down the road after the men, and you swept the boy up in your arms before he could get trampled by the panicking crowd. He was crying, wailing in your ear, but you didn’t have time to comfort him as you began pushing your way back towards the hospital. The streets had gone from moderate volume to full of screams, and it was like a stampede had broken loose, but everyone was headed in different directions. Had it not been for the boy you were carrying, you might have tried to diffuse the situation, calm some people down. But you were focused solely on returning to the hospital before anything could happen to you or, more importantly, to him.
You made it back to the hospital and managed to slip inside. The place was much quieter than the streets outside, being full of mostly-incapacitated people who couldn’t’ve screamed and ran if they tried. There were some people who had obviously heard the commotion and felt the hysteria from outside, but doctors and nurses were rushing around, doing their best to keep them calm.
You found the woman and fell to your knees before her, allowing her to take her son from you. She looked him over and began to cry, grabbing at him and pressing kisses to anywhere she could reach. He clung to his mother, stuffed toy forgotten on the ground next to them in favor of reaching for her and gripping her as tightly as he could. You watched with tears in your eyes.
You realized after a moment that she was thanking you, over and over again. Finally she tore her eyes away from her son to meet your own. “Thank you so much. I can never repay you for this.”
“Don’t worry about it,” you said, offering her a smile. “Knowing that you two will be safe together is all the payment I need. I wish you luck.”
You pushed up to make your way back through the hospital, almost to the door when a doctor stopped you. “What’s going on out there? Should we evacuate?”
You thought for a second before making your decision. “No, keep everyone inside. They’re safer in here.”
He nodded and thanked you before moving away. You made your way back onto the street, debating what you should do. You could try to find Anakin, but that would likely be impossible due to the panicking crowds. You decided it would be best to head back to the capitol building to regroup with Obi-Wan. Anakin was capable. He’d find his way back eventually. He’d be fine.
You repeated these things to yourself like a mantra as you began making your way back to the place you had landed. People knocked against you in their frenzy, running in every direction, but you continued as best as you could. As you reached the capitol, two more guards rushed out to meet you, but upon realizing who you were they stepped back to let you pass.
“Where is Master Kenobi?” You asked, slowing down to look the guards in the face.
“He’ll be with the council, on the second floor.” One of the officers replied. You nodded your thanks and darted to the elevator, pressing the second floor button as fast as humanly possible. The elevator shot upward, though not nearly fast enough, and you found yourself bouncing up and down impatiently as it made its way up.
Finally, the doors opened with a hiss and you found yourself presented with a large, ornate room. People were milling about; sitting on sofas, staring worriedly out the window, pacing up and down the room. Guards were stationed at two sets of doors at the far end of the room, obviously leading to the place where the council would have been holding their meeting when all hell broke loose.
As you walked through the room, you spotted Sevanar and did your best to make your smile reassuring as he hurried over to you. “What happened?”
“There was a man with a blaster. He shot our guard, and everyone panicked. Master Skywalker went after him, but there wasn’t anything I could do for the guard. I’m so sorry.”
Sevanar smiled and reached out to squeeze your shoulder, though his eyes shone with grief. “It’s alright, you did what you could. Master Kenobi is very concerned for you; he’s just through those doors.”
“Thank you,” you responded, and then rushed past him to get to Obi-Wan. He was the only person still in the meeting room, sitting at the large table and staring dejectedly at his hands. He looked up as you entered, however, and his eyes grew wide at the sight of you. Before you could even process, he had jolted upright from his seat and rushed over to pull you into his arms, holding you tight against him. You found yourself clutching to his robes, tears blurring your vision. As your mind slowed down and the adrenaline cleared, you were suddenly overwhelmed with emotion at everything that had happened today.
Obi-Wan stroked a hand through your hair and held you in silence for a few moment before he stepped back, though his hands held onto your arms as he took in your appearance. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” you nodded, though you had to reach up to brush tears off your cheeks. “Just a little shaken. It’s Ani I’m worried about.”
“Why, where is he? Don’t tell me he did something stupid.”
You explained what had happened and Obi-Wan groaned, eyes squeezing shut. “I can’t say I’m surprised. But Anakin is capable. He’ll be fine. Come on, sit down.”
Obi-Wan led you over to sit at the table and took the seat next to yours. You found his arm wrapped around your waist and accepted the embrace, sitting beside him with your head leaned against his shoulder. Though you were sure the embrace was friendly, simply Obi-Wan comforting you after the chaos of the planet’s surface, you couldn’t help the heat in your cheeks at his proximity. As you sat together, Obi-Wan began speaking. “I was worried about you, Y/N. I don’t know what I would have done with myself if I had lost you.”
Your jaw clenched at the raw emotion in his voice and you felt tears blurring your vision again. He was so close, and he obviously cared for you, but you knew he’d never care for you the way you cared for him. Still, his voice was thick with something other than friendly concern, and that thought made your heart race. “Well, I’m here. We’re both safe, and Anakin is capable, like you said. We’ll be fine.”
“I know, I just… if you were hurt and I hadn’t told you I would -” he stopped abruptly, and you felt him tense against you. You leaned back to look at him, curiosity sparked.
“Told me what?”
Obi-Wan’s eyes had gone wide and he ran his hand through his hair nervously. “Nothing, nevermind. It’s… it’s unimportant.”
“No it’s not,” you replied, smiling a little, “or you wouldn’t have brought it up. You can tell me anything, Obi-Wan, you know that.”
He fidgeted in his seat, picked at a stray thread on his robes. “I -”
Anakin chose that moment to come bursting into the room, cutting Obi-Wan off. His hair was a mess and his eyes were wild, and there were singed holes peppering his robes. You pushed yourself out of your chair and rushed to him, pulling him into your embrace. “Oh, thank the Force,” he murmured into your hair. “Are you okay? I couldn’t find you anywhere.”
“I’m fine. Are you okay? What happened?”
Anakin sighed and moved over to sit in a chair, running a hand through his hair. You resumed your place next to Obi-Wan and reached over to rest a hand on Anakin’s forearm. The room was quiet as you and Obi-Wan waited patiently for Anakin’s response.
“I almost lost them in the crowd. We ended up on the outskirts of the city with hardly anyone around. One of them got away, the other one…” Anakin paused, blinking rapidly. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “We don’t have to worry about him anymore.”
Your heart dropped and you moved your hand so yours fingers were wrapped around his. This drew his attention and caused him to look over at you, and the look in his eyes caused your throat to constrict. Anger and guilt had mixed together within them, darkening his usually bright eyes. But there was something else there, too. Something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.
“They must have been Separatists,” Obi-Wan announced suddenly, standing so fast his chair skittered a few feet behind him. “We’re going to have to leave early to get back to the council. I’ll be back.”
He swept out of the room and you switched seats so that you were sitting directly beside Anakin, careful to keep your fingers twined with his. His brow furrowed as you did so, a small smile pulling at his lips. “You’re so beautiful.”
The words left his mouth on the smallest ghost of a breath, but they were loud enough that you had both heard them. Time slammed to a halt and your eyes widened, blush coming back in full force. “Wh-what?”
“I…” he averted his eyes and pulled his hand from yours, his face flushed. “Nevermind. Forget I said anything.”
“No, Anakin. Be honest with me. Please.” You hated how small your voice was, but your heart was beating so hard it felt like it was slamming against your ribcage and your breathing had gone completely uneven. You couldn’t handle Anakin shrugging you off the same way Obi-Wan had; whatever games they were playing with you weren’t fair and you wanted answers.
Anakin sighed, labored and heavy. “I… feel for you. Deeply.”
Your brows furrowed. A realization hit you like a punch in the gut, practically taking your breath away with the force of it. “You love me.”
“It’s doesn’t matter. The code… the council,” he sighed again, shoulders stiff with frustration. “Obi-Wan.”
“What about Obi-Wan?” You frowned, trying to make sense of everything. If Obi-Wan had been so worried about telling you something, and now Anakin couldn’t do anything about his feelings because of Obi-Wan… you knew that the thoughts swirling through your head were ridiculous, but were they really? After the events of the day, it felt like anything was possible.
“It’s not important, Y/N. Just forget it.”
You were about to press more, to ask what he was talking about, but Obi-Wan chose that moment to make his reappearance with Sevanar and Sair. “- unfortunate, Master Kenobi,” Sair was saying. You and Anakin shot to your feet like you had been caught doing something wrong, though you really hadn’t. “But we understand.”
“Anakin, Y/N, we’re leaving before things in the streets get worse,” Obi-Wan announced.
The three of you said hurried goodbyes with the senators and were escorted to the landing pad by two more guards. Anakin and Obi-Wan made their way into the cockpit, but you lingered in the belly of the ship and sat down in one of the clones’ seats, fiddling with your robe.
The ship’s engines hummed to life beneath you and you sat back in the seat, closing your eyes as the changing altitude caused your stomach to churn. You adjusted to the weightless feeling of space as you felt the ship lift off the planet and launch into hyperspace.
The sudden quiet of space felt almost jarring to you, compared to the sounds of chaos on the planet’s surface, yet it did wonders to quell your heartbeat and the racing thoughts in your mind. You felt your hands stop shaking and your breathing finally evened out, and you were able to process the events of the day.
You spent what felt like an eternity in the back of the freighter, trying to wrap your head around the conversations you had had with Anakin and Obi-Wan.
As you reflected on the moments you and your companions had shares, the door of the cockpit slid open and the men you had just been thinking about stepped through, both with serious looks on their faces. The sight of them had your heart beating faster all over again. “Can we talk?” Anakin asked, seating himself opposite you. Obi-Wan sat beside him.
Unable to force words out of your mouth, you nodded.
“We… ah, that is to say Anakin and I, have been, um… discussing some things, and we were hoping to… bring these things up to you.”
You raised your eyebrows, swallowing around the lump in your throat. “Alright, shoot.”
“You were right. Earlier,” Anakin started, “when you said that I love you. I do. And so does Obi-Wan, so we were thinking…” he trailed off awkwardly, and you felt like you were in some kind of dream. Maybe you had been shot, not the guard, and this was your afterlife. “Well, we… Y/N, are you alright?”
You realized that your face must have been something close to incredulous and quickly snapped your mouth shut, blinking rapidly. “I’m… fine, yes. Great. Continue.”
“We don’t want to pressure you into choosing between us, or choosing one of us at all,” Obi-Wan offered. “It… would take a while to work out the details, but we think, maybe… if… if you were willing to try it, we could… we could both…”
“You’re proposing I be with both of you,” you spoke up, hoping you weren’t drawing the wrong conclusion. That… actually didn’t sound too bad. It would stop you from having to choose between them, and would stop one of them from getting hurt. A win-win, the more you thought about it. Or a win-win-win.
Obi-Wan nodded. “That… yes, that’s what we’re proposing.”
You chewed on the inside of your cheek, considering. “And how would this work?”
“We would just… uh… well, we hadn’t actually expected to get this far,” Anakin admitted, a little sheepish. You let out a bark of laughter, and for a moment, the three of you laughed at yourselves, at the ridiculousness of this entire situation. The atmosphere lightened exponentially.
“We can work out the specifics on Coruscant,” you said. “But I’d like to make it work. Or at least to try to make it work. I love the both of you, too.” They offered you blinding grins at this and you couldn’t help but think that this was definitely the right choice. “Come over here.”
You patted the chairs on either side of you and Obi-Wan and Anakin switched sides of the freighter so they were seated on your left and right, respectively. Anakin’s left arm slid around your waist and he leaned his forehead against the top of your head, his other hand finding one of yours and twining his fingers with yours, as Obi-Wan leaned his head against your shoulder and held your left hand in his right.
You sighed contentedly and decided that you could stay where you were for the rest of your life; no wars, no politics, no Jedi code to abide by. Just you, Obi-Wan, and Anakin, drifting along with nothing to worry about but each other.
This was just where you wanted to be.
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Request: I'm sorry, I know I just sent an ask, but I just saw your four word prompts and can you do a "I can't do this" with Obi-Wan/Reader while Obi-Wan is a padawan? That would be fantastic
a/n: Hello everyone! Again, sorry for disappearing. My life has been suuuuper hectic with school, in fact my finals are next week, and my grades are sort of terrible right now, so I haven’t had any time to sit down and write anything besides essays. But with summer break inching nearer and a bigger abundance of time on my hands, I’m hoping to have all the old requests cleared out and have the asbox opened for new ones by the end of June at the latest, and then we can get this show on the road! Fair warning, this one’s pretty angsty. Anyway, that’s more than enough rambling from me; enjoy the fic! - Eliza
As far as you knew, you were alone. And you were fine with that. The punching bag in the Jedi training facility was taking a heavy beating as you punched and kicked it, taking out your frustrations from the week. Sweat was beating down your form, usual Jedi garb traded in for a sports bra and tight-fitted cotton pants, and you had pinned the single braid of longer hair back into the rest of your cropped hair. You bounced up and down on your feet as the bag swung back and forth, enduring the wrath of your wrapped hands and bare feet.
You were angry. Beyond angry. You were livid. Your master was in critical conditions, having been sent into a mission that had death written all over it. And sure enough, had you not been there, they would have most certainly died. You needed more backup. There should have been more backup.
As you ruminated on these thoughts, your punches grew more desperate. Tears intermingled with the sweat on your face, and you could feel yourself yelling, though it was distant. Like you were screaming through water. You threw your shoulder against the bag and kicked it so hard it practically hit the wall of the corner it was situated in. Your fists pummelled it so hard you wondered vaguely if it was going to break, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. All you cared about was your master, asleep in a hospital bed or a bacta tank. You didn’t know. You hadn’t visited. If you did, you would lose it, you were positive.
As you brought your leg down from a kick, a throat being cleared behind you caused you to slip and fall back onto your rear. You sat in a puddle of your own sweat, whipping your head to the side to see who had disturbed you. It was Obi-Wan, another padawan and one of your closest friends. He was looking at you with something that felt like pity. Normally, that would have angered you, would have triggered some prideful outburst. Now, you didn’t have the energy for that. All you could do was stare at him.
“I heard,” he said simply. “Thought I might find you here.”
You pushed yourself back against the wall, looking away from his piercing gaze and back to the still-swinging punching bag. You started unwrapping your hands, which had practically gone numb from how much you’d been hitting the thing, and brought them up to wipe furiously at the sweat and tears on your face. “You know me too well,” you replied, still not looking him in the eyes. You spat the words like they were poison, but there was no real power behind them.
You heard the shuffle of footsteps and felt him slide down next to you. There was a dull thud as he hit the ground. You still didn’t look at him.
“I begged Qui-Gon to let me go with you.”
“I know.”
“You can talk to me, Y/N. Tell me what you’re feeling.”
You didn’t reply until you felt him take your hand, squeezing it gently. The movement startled you so much that you looked at him, finally meeting his gaze. The pain in his eyes was overwhelming and you felt a coil inside of you snap. You crumpled into yourself, back slouching and free hand coming up to wipe away more tears. You felt Obi-Wan wrap an arm around you, pulling you into him and brushing a hand comfortingly through your hair. “It’s alright,” he soothed, but the words only made your shoulders shake harder. He whispered sweet nothings into your hair until you had calmed down, or maybe just cried yourself out. “Talk to me, sweetheart.”
“I should have done something,” you murmured. Your head was pounding and you felt like you needed to take a three hundred year nap. “I could have helped more, I should have -”
“Replaying it won’t get you anywhere,” he said, stroking his thumb over your knuckles. “You did what you could. No one is dead, Y/N, don’t forget that.”
You sniffled. “No one is dead, sure. But people are hurt, my master is hurt, and I should have been there.”
“They’re alive because of you,” he reminded you. “Hurt or not, you saved lives.”
“I just keep thinking -” you cut yourself off, unable to speak the words out loud. They had been spiralling in your head for weeks, months even, but you had yet to tell a soul. They felt wrong, heavy on your tongue. If these thoughts were true, why were you a padawan in the first place? How could the Jedi Council pick you, of all people, if your doubts and fears were right?
But you thought of your mission. The Jedi Council sent you and your master into the jaws of death without so much as a droid to back you up. Of course they could be wrong about you. They could be wrong about anything.
You didn’t realize how much time had been spent considering these things until Obi-Wan nudged you gently. “Thinking what, Y/N?”
“I can’t do this.” The words came out as a whisper, your voice gruff with newfound tears. The words, spoken aloud, felt oddly liberating. It was like there was a boulder weighing you down that had finally been eroded away. Finally, your thoughts clawed their way into the light. “I can’t be a Jedi. I can’t go through this and be expected to feel nothing. Of course I feel anger, and sadness, and fear. If Jedi can’t feel, then I can’t be a Jedi.”
It was like a dam broke. The words poured out of you at a mile a minute, but when you stopped talking, silence descended over the room. You risked a glance up at Obi-Wan. He was looking back at you with red-rimmed eyes. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, unsure of what else to say.
He shook his head, his eyebrows furrowed. “Don’t apologize.”
“I’m sorry,” you replied, on instinct, and then let out a breathy laugh. He chuckled. The air in the room lightened up slightly.
“I think you’re more than fit to be a Jedi, Y/N. I really do. I always looked up to you when we were children,” he began. You opened your mouth to reply, but the look on his face told you not to interrupt. “If you’re not cut out to be a Jedi, none of us are.”
You smiled, looking down at your lap. Your eyes fell on your hand in his, the way your fingers tangled together and the way his warmth felt like home. “And maybe it’s selfish, but I don’t want to lose you,” his next admission was quieter, barely even a whisper. You squeezed his hand, letting the silence stretch on between you. It was comfortable; you could feel his shoulders rising and falling with his breath, and his thumb was back to stroking over your knuckles.
“I love you,” you murmured eventually. When he didn’t say anything, you were worried you had done something wrong and looked back up at him. You were met with a blinding grin, one that you couldn’t help but return.
He leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. It was chaste and he pulled away after not more than a second, but it said what he meant. He leaned his forehead against yours, obviously not wanting to pull away.
“I love you, too.”
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request: Can you do one like Seasons May Change, but with Anakin?
a/n: Here’s the Anakin rendition of Seasons May Change! Let me just say, I had an absolute blast with this! Probably the most fun I’ve had writing in a while, to be completely honest. It’s about 5,500 words, but it was really fun to write and hopefully really fun to read! I hope you guys enjoy it; I really poured my heart and soul into this one! Happy reading!! - Eliza
Seasons May Change
“Dearest, are you in here?” You looked up from the book in your hands at the sound of your father’s voice echoing through your home’s library, setting the book to the side as his footsteps drew nearer.
“Yes, father! Over here!” You called back. You realized after a moment that there were multiple sets of footsteps drawing near, signalling the presence of your father’s guests; a Jedi knight, Obi-Wan Kenobi, and his padawan, Anakin Skywalker, who was fifteen, the same age as yourself. You’d known that they were coming, but you hadn’t realized they would be so early. You hurried to stand up, smoothing down the simple green gown you were wearing and wishing you had more time to prepare for their visit. After a moment, however, your father rounded the corner with his Jedi guests and any thoughts of changing your clothes were forgotten.
“Ah, there you are, love!” Your father smiled at the sight of you, leaving his companions to walk to your side and wrap an arm firmly around your shoulder. “Y/N, these are our guests. This is Master Obi-Wan -” he gestured to a tall man with dirty blonde hair, dressed in plain, tawny-colored robes, who smiled and dipped his head respectfully to you, “- and his padawan, Anakin -” he gestured now to a boy, already slightly taller than his master, with dark hair done in a traditional Jedi padawan style, who simply looked at you with his lips upturned just slightly. He seemed frozen, until Obi-Wan nudged him and he dipped his head as well. “Y/N, dear, would you keep Anakin company while Obi-Wan and I discuss business? I’ll have someone call you down for supper once it’s time.”
“Of course, father.” You smiled up at your father, who squeezed your shoulder slightly before returning to Obi-Wan’s side and walking away with him, heads bowed together in some secret conversation.
You turned your attention to Anakin, who was still gazing at you with that small smile on his face. You extended your hand to him, expecting him to simply shake it, and were taken by surprise when he took it and bowed just slightly to kiss the back of it gently. Your heart hammered in your chest as he straightened up, and you offered him a small smile similar to his own. “It’s lovely you meet you,” he spoke, and you knew from that moment that his time on your planet would be interesting to say the least.
***
You thought, surprisingly, back to that meeting now, standing in the same place in the same room almost half a decade later. Your father was standing in front of you, and while you had hardly changed, his body seemed like it had aged a century; he leaned heavily on a cane, his back hunched and his arms shaking, and his voice was worn-down and coarse. He seemed resigned, as though he already had one foot in the grave. You, however, felt fire licking through your veins, and thinking of your time spent with Anakin years ago stoked those flames even further. “What?” You demanded, hands flying out in an enraged gesture.
“Darling, please,” your father began, “you know what the doctors have said. I’m not long for this world, and when I am gone, I want to know my daughter is safe and supported. I know it’s difficult right now, but I worry about your happiness.”
“My happiness?” Your lips curled up in an almost feral snarl and you spat those words like they were poison. “Please! You obviously don’t care about -”
Your sentence was cut short as he stumbled, his knees almost giving way beneath him. Unthinkingly, you lunged forward to guide him into the seat you had been occupying before he’d asked to speak to you, all anger forgotten as you helped him into a sitting position. “I know that this is hard for you, Y/N. But please, try to understand. Lars… he’s a good man, and he has much power and influence. I promise you, if you open your mind to it, you will be happy with him, and then I can die knowing my daughter is secure.”
The fire in your blood had been all but extinguished, and now, you couldn’t find it in yourself to argue further. You couldn’t find words at all, so instead, you stood up and walked away, out of the library and out of your home altogether, hoping the fresh air would help you think.
***
Lars Entello was, admittedly, not an entirely unattractive man. He did possess the power and influence your father had spoken of, with money to spare, but he was pompous and arrogant, and your initial meeting was hardly what you would’ve liked. He seem to be immensely enamored with you, or at least with your appearance, just like your father had said. Immediately, he made it his business to be touching you at all times; a hand on your arm, an arm around your shoulders, intertwined fingers, things of that nature. His entitlement to your personal space made you uncomfortable, but you wanted your father to be happy, so you said nothing about how much you immediately disliked him and thought to yourself that at least it couldn’t get worse.
Or, well, you thought it couldn’t get worse. Until there was a week and a half left before your wedding and you never stopped shaking from anxiety and stress. How were you supposed to marry a man you could hardly even look at? The more you got to know him, the more you understood his true nature, the more you hated him.
Being as important as he was, he was a hugely important part of the war between the Republic and the Separatists. They were constantly sending him gifts of increasing extravagance, most of which consisted of rare delicacies or beautiful fabrics, as well as organizing diplomatic meetings of huge feasts with too much negotiation for you to even begin to fathom. He delighted in the attention, and leaned between sides frequently just to send them into a panic. Most recently, you were notified of two Jedi that would be coming to stay at Lars’ palace, sent to woo him back to the Republic.
You were stood in front of the ornate mirror in your well-decorated bedroom, wearing a gown made of the finest fabric and a necklace of beautiful diamonds, feeling completely out of place. You hated this room; it was too big, too frilly. But your fiancée would hear nothing of you staying in a smaller, simpler room, insisting on only the best for his queen. All this fact served to do was further prove that he didn’t know you at all.
The Jedi were due any moment now, so you began to make your way down to the throne room of Lars’ palace. On your way, you heard one of your handmaiden calling for you; just as you had suspected. She turned a corner just as you were about to, stopping short before you could collide. “My apologies, mistress!” She exclaimed. “The Jedi from the Republic have arrived, and His Highness requests your presence.”
You smiled and thanked her, stepping aside to let her bustle past you before you continued down the hallway to the main hall and throne room. As you entered, your fiancée stopped speaking abruptly to look over at you. “Ah!” He exclaimed, extending one hand to you. You quickened your stride to join him, coming to stand at his side and barely even flinching at the way his hand settled around low on your waist. You suspected that soon, you wouldn’t even mind his touch. Oh, joy.
“Masters, this is Her Highness, the queen, Y/N Entello.”
“Not the queen yet, dearest,” you replied, staring determinedly away from him. This earned a hearty laugh from your Lars. “Please, introduce our guests.”
Now, you took the time to truly look at the Jedi. The first looked immediately familiar; the tawny robes and dirty blonde hair causing your eyebrows to furrow and your head to tilt. It wasn’t until your gaze shifted to the other, however, that you felt a small breath leave your parted lips. He had changed drastically - his hair was darker and longer, and there was a scar over one of his eyes - but you would recognize the soft curl of his lips no matter how many years had passed.
For a moment, you were struck breathless, your mind going blank. You didn’t regain your ability to speak until you heard Lars begin to speak. “Of course, darling. These are Jedi Masters Obi-Wan Kenobi and -”
“Anakin,” you breathed the name almost reverently, feeling a thousand emotions and memories rush through you at one, just at the sound of those three syllables.
“What was that, dear?”
“Anakin. Anakin Skywalker.” You said his name larger this time, causing Anakin’s smile to widen as something familiar sparked in his eyes.
“Yes, how did you -”
“Y/N? Is that you?” Anakin cut him off, and in that moment, it was like you only had eyes for each other. “Y/N, you look… wow.”
That seemed to strike a chord with Lars, because his hand on your waist tightened and he cleared his throat loudly. “So, how do you two know each other?” His voice was much louder than necessary, but it did the trick in bringing you back from whatever trance you’d been in with Anakin.
“Oh, um. We just… we were friends, years ago. Truthfully, I never thought I would see him again. You look so different now, Ani.” You smiled sheepishly at him, heart skipping a beat at the dazzling smile he offered in return.
“Yet you haven’t changed a bit.”
“Well, some things have changed,” Lars butted in, much to your own annoyance. “She is to be married. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”
“Oh, yes.” You held out your hand to show Anakin the ring. His smile deflated somewhat at the sight of it, and his congratulations sounded forced, but before you could think too much on that, Lars was suggesting lunch in the dining room and you were whisked away to eat and negotiate.
You sat at the end of the long dining table, to the right of Lars with Anakin across from you and Obi-Wan across from your fiancée. Obi-Wan and Lars did most of the talking while you and Anakin exchanged sheepish glances, only making brief eye contact before you would go back to staring down at your food. A few times, you attempted to make light conversation, but every time you did, Lars would ask you a question about something Obi-Wan had said, or give you a pointed look, or otherwise cut off your words to prevent you from speaking to the younger Jedi.
You sat in silence through most of the lunch, trying to pretend like the food you were eating didn’t taste like cardboard in your mouth. And eventually, the suns of the planet went down and its moons rose, and Lars announced that he would be leaving for the night on business. You hated how relieved that revelation made you, but couldn’t help the happiness that welled up inside you at the sight of his ship lifting off the planet’s surface.
With your fiancée’s oppressive presence gone, you made your way out to the garden to get some fresh air. The grass was cool and damp on your bare feet, but the sounds of the night and the cool air on your skin made you more relaxed than you had been in some time. The sound of footsteps behind you and a throat being cleared drew you out of your thoughts, however, causing you to turn towards the source. Standing in front of you was Anakin, looking down at you with a mix of emotion in his eyes. “So, Entello. He seems like a real nice guy.”
And in that moment, it was like Anakin had never even left. “Please. I can tell you don’t like him.”
Anakin laughed, and that smile… Force, that smile. “I’m sure he’s great once you get past his weird possessiveness. Besides, he makes you happy.” He sounded entirely unconvinced at this fact, and you looked away so he wouldn’t see the anger that flashed in your eyes. “He makes you happy,” he repeated the words again, and you weren’t sure who he was trying to convince. “Right?”
“Ani,” you looked back to him now, but found that the look in his eyes was too painful for you to bear. You focused, instead, on the curl of his hair. “I have everything I could want. Lars has power and money. And if I don’t already have something, I need only ask.”
After you had finished speaking, the silence was unbearable. “But are you happy?”
Something about this made you so upset that you finally looked into his eyes, feeling the burn of tears in your own. “Of course not, Anakin. I have never felt more hollow in my life.”
“This marriage wasn’t your choice, was it?”
You shook your head. “It was my father’s.”
“And you loved me, all those years ago, didn’t you?”
You wanted to be irritated at him for saying that; how dare he make such an assumption? But you couldn’t find it in yourself to be angry. Not when it was true. But it seemed like saying yes out loud would make this too real; would hurt too much. So you settled instead for, “you loved me, too.”
“More than I’ve ever loved anyone. And to see you again now, it’s… you’re…”
“I know.” You said. The silence that followed felt utterly unendurable. “I know, Anakin. I feel the same way. I thought I could get through it with Lars. Maybe even come to feel something towards him. In fact, I thought maybe I did feel something. But then I saw you again and I realized that I feel nothing towards that man, and I can’t help but wonder if -”
“If you still love me?” Anakin offered, the hope in his voice shattering what little restraint you still had. You took a step towards him and then faltered, hoping he would understand what you needed from him. Something heated and poignant flashed in his eyes “Y/N, if you don’t say no right now, I don’t know what I’ll -”
“I could never say no to you, Anakin.”
That was enough, it seemed, for him to close the gap between you. His arms settled firmly around your waist and his lips slotted perfectly with yours. In an instant, you had all but forgotten Lars’ name. The silver of the planet’s moons wove into his hair and illuminated your gown, weaving into the kiss and lighting up the garden like magic. You pulled him closer, trying desperately to make up for lost time and wishing intensely that you had told him how you felt when you had first met.
When you broke apart to breathe, he didn’t let you get far, keeping you firmly in his embrace. “I need you, Y/N. Please.” He murmured, leaning down to press small kisses to your neck. You nodded and took his hand, tugging him inside and towards your bedroom.
***
For the few moments between sleep and consciousness the next morning, you wondered blearily if your night with Anakin had been nothing but a dream. However, the finger-shaped bruises on your hips, thin sheen of sweat over your body, and the fact that you woke up naked in your twisted-up bedsheets confirmed your suspicions that the events of last night had all been completely real. For a moment, you smiled widely and allowed yourself to lay in that contented state, not wanting to face the real world.
However, you would have to get up eventually, so you kicked the blankets off and stood up, rolling your neck to get rid of the cricks. Anakin was gone, and with good reason; should you be caught together, it would mean huge trouble for the both of you.
You dressed quietly, feeling contemplative as you selected a dress with a high collar to hide the red marks Anakin had left on your neck. Once you had slipped your shoes on and clipped on your favorite necklace, you made your way into the dining hall, where Lars was eating breakfast alone. He smiled as you entered, obviously completely clueless as to what had happened the night before. “Good morning, darling.”
“Morning,” you replied kindly, seating yourself next to him. One of the servants hurried to bring you tea and a plate of breakfast, for which you thanked her. “How was your trip?”
“It went well,” he began, taking a sip of his own tea. Once he had taken a few more bites of food, he began explaining the business in depth. It seemed like the thought of asking how your night had gone never even crossed his mind, and you were more than alright with that.
As you ate, Obi-Wan joined you at the table, Anakin trailed behind him a half hour or so later. Lars and Obi-Wan were almost immediately enveloped in more discussion, but Anakin was quiet, sharing small glances and secret smiles with you over the table. Once the Jedi had finished eating, Lars invited them on a tour of the palace. Obi-Wan accepted graciously, probably just wanting to be kind. Anakin, however, scratched his neck and took a few steps in the direction of the ship they’d arrived in. “Actually, I need to go check in on R2. I’ll join you once I’m done, your highness.”
If Lars sensed the contempt in Anakin’s voice when he referred to the king by his official title, he didn’t let on. Instead, he smiled graciously. “Of course, Master Jedi. And you, dearest? Will you join Obi-Wan and I?”
You opened your mouth to answer, but then you caught Anakin’s eye as he walked away and understood that he wasn’t intending to check on his droid. “Actually, love, I’m feeling a bit tired,” you lied, resting a hand gently on Lars’ shoulder. “I didn’t sleep well last night. I think I’m just going to go lie down for a while. I’ll join you for lunch.”
“Alright,” Lars responded, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to your lips. As he pulled away, you found yourself thinking that he had absolutely nothing on Anakin. “Have a good nap.”
You smiled and turned towards your room, waiting until Obi-Wan and Lars had headed off into another room before you turned on heel to head towards Anakin’s ship, practically sprinting out to see him. He turned away from the little blue and white droid he had come with and wrapped his arms firmly around you, kissing the top of your head. “I was hoping you would understand.”
“Of course,” you smiled, pulling back to rest a hand gently on his cheek. “I love you.”
Those words brought a dazzling smile to his lips, and in that moment, you forgot completely about how wrong your relationship was. Nevermind that he was a Jedi. Nevermind about Lars. All that mattered was the warmth between your bodies and how safe you felt in Anakin’s arms. “I love you, too.”
You pulled him in for a gentle kiss, trying to forget the way Lars had kissed you just minutes before. “I don’t know what I’ll do when you leave. When I’m married to… him.”
“Don’t worry about that right now,” Anakin soothed you, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. “We have each other for now. That’s what matters.”
You nodded and leaned into your lover, breathing him in and trying to forget about everything else, if only for a little while.
***
Days passed, and you felt happier with Anakin than you ever had with Lars. He was understanding, funny, and you never felt the urge to back away from his touch. Sure, the relationship was wrong, but maybe the forbiddenness of it all was what made it so exciting.
However, the euphoria you felt with Anakin would inevitably end. He would have to leave, you would marry Lars, and the rest of the universe would go on, even if you knew that your universe would slowly but surely come to a quiet end.
You had plans to meet Anakin in the garden that day, knowing Lars would be attending to last minute business before the wedding. However, just as you were wrapping yourself in a simple, comfortable robe to go out and meet him with, one of your handmaiden came into your room and smiled happily. “Good afternoon, mistress,” she said, curtsying politely. “Your father is here to visit you; he is waiting in the dining hall for you.”
You frowned slightly, but thanked the handmaiden anyway. Well, it seemed your meeting with Anakin would just have to wait. You didn’t like putting off seeing him, considering it would be your last day together before you would be wed to a man you didn’t love, but your father knew you much better than Lars ever would, and would immediately suspect something was off if you didn’t go to meet him.
So you made your way into the dining hall and hugged him gently, trying not to pay too much attention to how frail he had become. “Hello, father.”
He smiled slightly and you helped him into a seat before sitting next to him, trying to act normal. You were itching to get to Anakin, however, and it must have showed, because after a few seconds of studying you critically he asked, “why are you so fidgety, my dear?”
“Hm? Oh.” Truthfully, you hadn’t even noticed that you were moving in your seat, twiddling your thumbs and bouncing your leg. “Um… must just be pre-wedding jitters, you know.”
Your father smiled understandingly and you breathed a silent sigh of relief, glad your excuse had worked. “Well, as of tomorrow those will be gone, I hope.”
You did your best to smile, but it was half-hearted at best. “Yes, I hope so, too.”
“Everything for the wedding is to your liking, I hope? Lars spent a lot of money on this, you know. It’s the biggest event of the year.”
At that, your insides twisted into a harsh knot and you thought you might be sick. So much money spent on you and you couldn’t even find it in yourself to be grateful for it. All you could think of was Anakin, sweet, loving Anakin, and the mistake you had made by not owning up to your feelings when you had first met him as a padawan. “Yes, father, everything is lovely.” You hoped he wouldn’t sense that you were lying through your teeth, but if he kept harping on this wedding something was bound to slip through.
“I knew you and Lars would get along once you got to know each other, Y/N. And aren’t you happy?”
You desperately wanted to tell him no, but at the moment, Lars himself chose to strut into the room, followed by Obi-Wan and Anakin. You made eye contact with Anakin immediately, your eyebrows creasing and your lips parting, hoping he would understand that you hadn’t meant to blow him off. Anakin simply looked between your father and you and shook his head, smiling that small, secret smile he saved just for you. You would’ve returned it, but Lars’ heavy hand settling on your shoulder drew you out of your mental conversation with the Jedi. “Good day, Sir Y/L/N. I hope the staff has been treating you kindly.”
“Yes, of course,” your father responded, but he seemed distracted now. He was looking at you with something odd in his eyes, and that look was enough to make you feel faint. “I need a word alone with my daughter, however.”
“Of course, sir. Master Kenobi and I need to finish up some of our business as it is. Master Skywalker will accompany us.” The way he said Anakin’s name sent a chill down your spine - it had the tone that perhaps he knew more than he let on about the nature of your relationship with Anakin. You didn’t have time to question it, however, as Lars led the way out of the dining hall and you were forced to face your father’s ire.
“Y/N, what is the nature of your relationship with Master Skywalker?” His voice, now, seemed entirely worn out. Run down with age and illness, yet still stern. He was still your father, and he would make that clear, even in his final days.
“I don’t know what you mean,” you replied, looking carefully down at the table.
“Why do you lie to me? Oh, dearest - you are engaged. Your… fraternization with the Jedi must stop.”
You scoffed, trying your best to seem offended. “Fraternization?” You exclaimed, still looking down at the table, over at a wall, anywhere but your father. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“I am sick, not blind. Not stupid. Do not treat me as though you take me for some kind of fool, Y/N! I see how you look at him, and I know all too well!” His voice rose as he spoke, but then ended in a coughing fit. You felt sick to your stomach as he hacked violently into his arm, knowing you had been found out. “Please, Y/N, I want you to be happy.”
“I am not happy,” you replied, your voice cold even as you felt tears brimming in your eyes. “Lars had never brought me happiness. This union does not make me happy.”
“And a Jedi you knew for a month five years ago will?” Your father sounded incredulous, and without thinking, you blurted out something you might live to regret.
“Yes! He will! He does! We make each other happy!”
“Child, I want this sneaking around to end. He is breaking his own code, need I remind you. Nothing good will ever come of this relationship. End it. Today.”
“Absolutely not!”
In a moment of fury, your father stood up, his eyes blazing with rage. “End it, or your husband will have the Jedi killed!”
Fear, hatred, and anguish boiled in your blood, so much that you found yourself fleeing the room, wiping pitifully at the tears that spilled down your cheeks. You knew you had to do it. It was no good for anyone, and you had no doubt that Lars would order Anakin’s death in an instant. You had to protect him, even if he didn’t understand. Even if it broke your heart.
You ran to the garden, throwing yourself onto one of the benches and looking dejectedly at the spot where you and Anakin had kissed. That felt like a lifetime ago.
It seemed like eternities passed before Anakin’s footsteps alerted you to his presence. You looked up, sniffling and wiping the last of the tears off your cheeks. “Y/N? What’s going on?” At the sight of you crying, Anakin hurried to your side and dropped to his knees in front of you, drawing one of your hands into both of his. However, you drew your hand away and looked at a flower behind him, thinking that nothing had a right to be that beautiful when your heart was shattered against the pavement.
“Leave, Anakin,” the words made your heart ache, but the look on his face made you feel like your chest would cave in. “I am to be married tomorrow. There is… there is nothing here for you. For us. There is no us. I am to be the queen of this planet, married to a king that I love.”
“You don’t mean that. You… can’t mean that. You don’t love him. You told me you don’t love him!”
“Of course I love him!” You bolted up from the bench, feeling like a caged animal, and walked over to the flower you’d been staring at. It was a rose of beautiful red, with more thorns than you’d seen before. “He has everything I could ever want. And you have nothing. You have no money, no power... “ your jaw clenched and you forced yourself to finish your sentence, every word feeling like a punch to the gut. “You don’t even have me.”
“If you don’t love me, fine. I can’t force you to… to want me. But I won’t believe it until you really tell me. I can’t believe these days have been a lie, Y/N, I can’t, I just -”
The increasing panic and desperation in his voice snapped something within you. Didn’t he understand? If you gave in now he would be killed! You couldn’t let him die. You had to end it. Your father’s words echoed in your mind as you turned on heel, cutting off whatever rambling sentence he’d been in the middle of, and stalked over to him. You pushed at his chest, forcing down the tears in your eyes, and looked right at him. Never had seeing the depth of Anakin’s eyes been so painful. “I don’t love you! I never have! Leave! Never come back here!”
Anakin stumbled backwards, almost falling onto the bench. You did the same, taken aback at your outburst, your hands clutching at the simple robe you wore. The pain in his eyes was worse than anything you’d ever seen, and the pain in your heart was worse than anything you’d ever felt. “Well I won’t pretend I don’t love you!” His voice was rough and hoarse, and he was being so loud you were worried he might draw the attention of a staff member or, worse, Lars himself, but it was just you two in the garden. “I do! I always have! And I always -” he cut off abruptly, his adam’s apple working harshly as his chest heaved with effort. “I always will.”
It took everything in you not to reach out for him as he stormed past you, to grab his sleeve and beg him not to go. Instead, you turned your head away from him and stayed as stone-cold as you could until you heard the click of the door closing behind him, signalling the fact that you were alone with the flowers and the setting sun.
Not knowing what to do with yourself, you whipped around and ripped the flowers off their stems, feeling thorns pricking at your palms but only distantly registering the pain. It was only when you had torn the plant into ruins that you sunk to the ground, crying, hands bloodied, surrounded by broken flowers and the blood red glow of the setting sun.
***
You spent the day of your wedding feeling nothing but dread. Your handmaidens had absolutely lost their minds at the sight of your hands, causing you to mumble some lame excuse and allow them to fuss over you. Now, the wounds from your run-in with the rose bush had been mostly healed, but the wounds from your broken heart had only just begun to open.
Now, you stood with your father, waiting to make your big entrance. He didn’t comment on the state of your hands, or the fact that you had been absolutely silent all day, seemingly content with the fact that you were here and that you were going through with the wedding. Stars, why were you going through with the wedding?
You heard the music and the doors opened, cueing everyone in the congregation to rise. Lars was already at the altar, looking handsome in a well-tailored suit with his hair gelled back. You felt sick.
Your father kissed you on the cheek as he lifted your veil and handed you off to your fiancée, who took your hands firmly and offered you a smile that you could only sort of return. The minister began the wedding, and Lars began his vows. Once he had finished, you repeated yours after him, sounding as if you were reading them from a teleprompter. All you could think of was Anakin - Anakin’s scent, his hands on you, the warmth when he held you, the pain in his eyes when you broke his heart - God, Y/N, what are you doing?
Distantly, you heard Lars say “I do”, and then the minister asked if you would take him to be your husband. All you could hear was Anakin’s voice, the last words he had said to you, “and I always will,” over and over, until you couldn’t take it. “I’m sorry,” you said. For a moment, Lars’ eyes clouded with confusion, and then they shone with blinding clarity as you took off your ring and set it firmly in his hand. It felt like some invisible weight had been lifted. You looked towards your father, pain and confusion clear on his face. “Forgive me,” you pleaded, and then you ran. The congregation was filled with muttering and gasps, but all you could think of was getting out. Out of the cathedral, out of the palace. You needed Anakin. He clouded your thoughts until finally, you saw the ship he had arrived in, oh, thank the stars he hadn’t left. You laughed gleefully as you ran through the open landing field towards it, hair flying carelessly behind you, shoes kicked off somewhere along the way and feet covered in mud.
Anakin was helping Obi-Wan carry boxes onto their ship, and it was R2 that noticed you first. His frantic beeps carried across the field even to you, and then you saw Anakin. All that registered in your mind was that you needed to be with him, now, five minutes ago, five years ago.
He was running towards you, you realized as the gap closed between you, and then you collided so hard it practically knocked the wind out of you. You didn’t care. All that mattered was his warm, firm arms lifting you, spinning you around, the rightness of his lips on yours. “I lied,” you mumbled against his mouth, “everything I said last night was a lie. I love you. Only you. Always you.”
He grinned, resting his forehead against yours as your feet made contact with the ground again. “I know, I know. I love you, too. Forever.”
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Entre Nous Et Le Ciel
request: anakin x reader, he has a nightmare about joining the dark side and hurting the people he loves so he goes in reader's room for comfort and she sings him to sleep(something he told the reader that shmi did for him when he was younger) and just really soft kisses and loads of fluff? thank youuuuuuu and **about the anakin x reader where he has a nightmare, could reader sing to him in her native tongue (because i’m french and french ballads are very soft and nice?? if you want to,“ je l'aime à mourir” is one of my favorites)
a/n: Not to be that person and return after months of absence with an excuse, but I’m going to be that person right now and say: school has absolutely kicked my butt this year! It took me a little bit by surprise because last year was a lot easier for me, and given how much school I’ve missed for personal reasons I’ve been pretty consistently behind throughout the whole year. I haven’t forgotten about this blog, though; I’ve been thinking about it a lot, I’ve just been really strapped for time. But with the new semester, I’ve managed to get a handle on my work and decided that I would work on some imagines tonight! Thanks for sticking around, guys, and I hope you enjoy the new content! - Eliza
the title translates to “between us and heaven”
It wasn’t too late when Anakin walked into your shared quarters, but it wasn’t early, either. You had already finished supper and watched R2 roll into his charging station by the time he arrive. The door sliding open alerted you to your husband’s presence, the sight of him causing you to set your datapad to the side; he looked exhausted and upset. You stood up and went over to him, pulling him into your embrace. “Long day?”
He let out a long, soft sigh, his arms circling you loosely. “You have no idea.”
“Here,” you took his robe from him and herded him into a chair. “I’ll heat up some supper for you and then we can try to rest.”
He smiled appreciatively at you and watched in silence as you pulled some of your leftovers out and began to warm them up. Once they were done, you handed a steaming bowl and a spoon to Anakin. He didn’t seem to care about how hot it was, and you couldn’t help your little smile at the way his nose scrunched up as he began shovelling the food into his mouth. It was gone in minutes.
“Thank you, Y/N.” Anakin said, sitting back in his chair and running a hand through his hair. “I’m going to go get ready for bed.”
“Alright. I’ll clean this up,” you returned his grateful smile and began washing the bowl out as he excused himself to the fresher to get washed up before bed.
By the time he came out, you had already put away his dish and slipped into bed. You were scrolling through news on your datapad while you waited for him, but set that to the side when the bed dipped down under his weight. “Thanks again for supper,” he said, leaning over to kiss you on the cheek. You smiled softly.
“Do you want to talk about your day?” You often found that it took some goading to get any actual information out of Anakin, especially when he was tired and stressed, but on occasion you caught him in the mood to actually share his feelings with you.
“It was just more issues with the Jedi council,” he shrugged off your question and pulled you down into his embrace, snuggling warmly into the covers. You reached out to turn the light off and then settled into his arms. You didn’t want to push the subject, so you just nodded in understanding and wiggled a little closer to him.
“Well, if you decide you want to talk about it, I’m always here.”
“I know. And I love you for it,” with that, he pressed a small kiss to the back of your neck. With each passing moment, you could feel him relaxing into you more and more, until finally, his breathing deepened and he was asleep.
Sleep beckoned you, too, pulling on your eyelids and fogging up your brain until you joined Anakin in a peaceful rest.
***
Unfortunately, your sleep that night wasn’t meant to remain peaceful. You were jolted awake by Anakin’s arms tightening around you, his breathing shallow and interspersed with muttered, angry speech. For a few moments you laid still, feeling disoriented and sluggish with sleep. After a minute or so, however, you realized that the only thing coming out of Anakin’s mouth was the word ‘no’. Over and over again until it made your stomach churn. He seemed to be getting more desperate until, finally, he jolted upright, chest heaving with effort and emotion.
You rolled over and let him adjust to his surroundings before sitting up and putting a hand on his shoulder. He tensed under you, turning his head quickly, and the sight of him made your heart jump into your throat - eyes wild and darting back and forth like a cornered animal, lips parted, breathing short and shallow. “Hey,” you murmured, reaching out with your other hand to press it against his cheek. “Hey, you’re alright. Anakin, you’re fine.”
It took some time - how much, you weren’t sure - before he calmed down and relaxed into your touch. He sagged down as though some invisible weight had been lifted, and you watched with concern as his breathing finally slowed and he leaned into you like he normally would. There was a brief second of calm before his lip began to quiver and his eyebrows creased. “Ani,” you used the nickname he’d had as a child in hopes of pulling him out of this state, but all it did was make his chest start heaving again. “Anakin, you’re scaring me. Tell me what’s wrong. Please. Let me help you.”
“I -” his throat was raw and his voice broke around the word, so you pulled him in, deciding that the contact you’d already established clearly wasn’t enough to provide any real comfort. He leaned in to you as you wrapped one arm around his shoulders and used the other hand to tousle through his hair. It was knotted from sleep, so you worked out the tangles as he sobbed dryly into your neck. Eventually, his breathing evened out and you were beginning to wonder if he’d fallen asleep when he began to speak. “It was just a bad dream.”
You almost laughed at that; there were certain things you would brush off and let him explain in his own time, but this was not one of those things. “Anakin, I’m not going to let you shrug this off. Obviously, it was a little more than a bad dream. You’ve been hysterical since you woke up. What happened in the dream?”
“My eyes were red,” the pause he took after this statement was enough to make you wonder if that was all he was going to tell you, but you didn’t dare speak and risk interrupting whatever thought process was going through his head. Eventually, he continued. “So was my lightsaber. Everything was red. It was so angry, and violent, and cruel.
“And then… I was in the temple, staring down at the Jedi younglings, and they were looking back at me with such fear. And I realized, distantly, somehow, that everyone else was dead. The Jedi. And…” he stopped, and pushed away from you. You were tempted to follow, to chase him down; you suddenly felt cold without him so close to you. But then he met your eyes for a split second, and the look in them was enough to make you pull back. There was devastation, anger, exhaustion, all fighting for dominance right there in front of you. But then his eyes flickered away, down to his hands sitting limply in his lap. “I killed them.”
You bit back… something. A sharp inhale, maybe, or a noise of disbelief. You didn’t dare interrupt him now. If you said even the slightest wrong thing, he would recede back inside of himself and blow you off. So you sat, silent and waiting. “All of them. And then the temple was burning and they were all just… dead. Every last Jedi. I went to a planet, and there was more red. I think it was lava.
“I was standing on a platform, like a military base, and a ship landed and you were there. And you… you were pregnant.” His voice cracked, and he seemed to be biting back sobs. “We got into an argument and I was so angry I choked you and you just fell to the ground and -” with that, it was like a dam broke. He sobbed so loudly you found tears welling in your own eyes. You weren’t sure whether you should touch him or not, but then decided that you couldn’t leave him alone, adrift in his own emotions.
So you sat up on your knees and reached out to wipe the tears off his face, drawing him into you once again and letting him cry into your shoulder until it seemed he had no more tears left. Finally, when he had quieted down, you spoke. “It was just a dream, Anakin. You would never do any of that. Is there anything I can do to help you fall back asleep?”
He was quiet for a moment. And then, “my mother used to sing to me when I was young.”
You nodded. “Then I’ll sing.”
He laid down on his back and pulled you with him. You situated yourself so you were propped up on his chest, looking down at him. Once he had settled in, you began to sing. It was a song you had learned years ago, a gentle love ballad in a language you’d almost forgotten by now.
It only took a few verses before Anakin was drifting off again, his face almost deceptively peaceful. If someone were to walk in now, it would look like he’d never awoken. With him asleep, you had time to ruminate on the dream. It didn’t sit right with you, especially the detail about you being pregnant, but he didn’t need to know about that.
And he especially didn’t need to know about your suspicions that that detail was more accurate than he might have thought.
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Confessions
request: I would like to request some Han Solo/Reader fanfic (cause there is not enough of them) in which they are partners in crime and always pulling pranks on Luke, Leia and the others. Maybe with some fluffy ending? :3 Thank you for your time, I hope you will have an amazing day!
a/n: Thanks for the request! This one gave me a little bit of trouble but I really enjoyed writing it! I love Han and being able to explore all the different facets of his personality; his characterization is really complex and I love writing for him. Speaking of characterization, I’m not entirely sure that I’m happy with how Leia is written, but I wanted to get this up and I wrote her to the best of my abilities! Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Happy reading! - Eliza
“I hate Hoth!” You grouched for the fifth time that day, sitting atop the Falcon while Han worked on the ship’s innards. He didn’t say anything, just handed you a wrench and opened his hand for another tool. You had worked together for so long and both knew the ship so well that he didn’t even need to ask - you just switched out the tools and he got right back to work. “It’s too cold, and we can’t go out at night, and this base is the worst.”
Han popped up from where he’d been working, his face and neck covered in a sheen of sweat, with a smear of grease on his forehead. “You know I agree, sweetheart. What do you want me to do about it?” He poked playfully at your leg, cocking an eyebrow in that stupidly adorable way of his. “I can’t change the climate of an entire planet just to suit your needs.”
You sighed frustratedly and kicked at his hand. Han chuckled and got back to work, disappearing back into the compartment and clunking around. Chewie had gone off to find some part that the ship needed, leaving you and Han alone. A few moments passed.
Eventually, you got flustered and started whining again. “I’m bored!”
Han popped up once more. This time, he didn’t seem so amused. “At this point, I think every person in this damn Rebellion knows you’re bored. We get it.”
His tone was a little too biting, a little too harsh, and you were silent as he went back to work with an irritated huff. You needed the wide expanse of the galaxy before you - both of you were starting to go a little stir crazy, and you were starting to rub each other the wrong way. This happened pretty often, but there was no way you were getting off Hoth any time soon. You needed something to lighten the mood.
You considered for a while, a plan forming in your mind. When Han popped back up again to wipe the sweat off of his brow, you gave him an evil grin as he accepted a towel. He regarded your expression. “What’s that face for?”
“You wanna have a little fun?”
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Hours later, you and Han were standing surrounded by balloons. They were brightly colored rainbows of blue and pink and red and orange. You surveyed your handiwork with a self-satisfied grin. “What do we do with all these?” Han asked, kicking at a balloon.
“You ready for this genius?” He nodded, giving you an exasperated look. “It’ll make your girlfriend a little angry.”
At that, an odd look crossed his face. You couldn’t quite decipher it, but you weren’t too concerned with it; Han could be difficult to read sometimes, even for you. It was best to let it pass. “She’s not my girlfriend,” he grumbled. “Just get on with it.”
You shrugged. “Whatever you say, hotshot. The plan is to take all these balloons and load them up in a room somewhere, and then watch the reactions.”
He seemed unimpressed and looked down at the half-inflated balloon in his hand. “That’s all you could come up with?”
“It’s impromptu, Solo, and I didn’t have a hell of a lot of time to think about it. Now help me figure out where to put these. We need to be quick about it.”
“Maybe Leia’s quarters, just to really get her angry.” He suggested, and you nodded slowly. “Alright, you find Leia and distract her, I’ll start moving the balloons.”
With that, you went your separate ways. You found Leia and struck up a conversation about spare parts, which morphed into a lengthy discussion about things that really weren’t that important. Eventually, after about fifteen minutes, Leia looked like she wanted to punch you. Luckily, Han turned up behind her and flashed you a quick double thumbs up before heading in the direction of the Falcon - thank the Force, you have been running out of things to talk about. “Well, I think that’s about all. Thank you, Princess.”
“My pleasure,” she replied through gritted teeth, and then she walked off and disappeared around a corridor. You and Han rendezvoused at the Falcon and waited. Ten minutes went by, and then twenty, and eventually an hour passed and nothing happened. Han kept working on the ship, until you heard, echoing down the base’s halls -
“WHO PUT BALLOONS IN MY QUARTERS?”
You and Han dissolved into a fit of giggles, both doubling over with laughter. Leia came storming into the hangar, clearly looking for something - or someone. When she saw you and Han laughing, she scowled and stormed over, her eyes blazing with fury. Honestly, it just made you laugh harder. “You two are the most unprofessional, time-wasting individuals I have ever met!”
“Ah, lighten up, your worship. No one got hurt!” Han said through laughs. You wiped tears off of your face. To tell the truth, it wasn’t even that funny, really. But you were so pent up - so bored. It seemed hilarious in the moment.
Leia did not lighten up. Instead, her frown deepened. “Where did you two even get so many balloons? Which of you thought this was a good idea?” Immediately after those words were out, she held up a hand and shook her head. “You know what? I don’t even want to know. I don’t care who thought of it. You two deserve each other.”
She turned to go, and because you couldn’t stop yourself, you called, “leaving so soon?”
Leia didn’t acknowledge that, though you could visibly see her footfalls get heavier. You and Han kept laughing, until eventually, you were coming down off the high from so much laughter and discovered that you had slumped against each other. Something in you screamed to pull away, but something else, something much stronger, told you to stay right where you were.
Eventually, Han seemed to snap out of something and pulled back hastily. He rubbed the back of his neck. It was like a spell broke; you had to resist the temptation to follow him. There were butterflies in your stomach that you couldn’t explain. Han’s smile had faded and been replaced with something almost resembling… stoniness. He seemed closed off now; guarded. But that was just how Han was. “So,” you began, hoping to brush off the awkward moment, “back to work?”
You reached for the toolbox, but he interrupted you by turning towards you and reaching out slightly. It looked like he wanted to touch you, maybe to grab your arm, but he pulled back at the last second. “Um, Y/N, can I - er… can I confess something?”
“Of course, Han.” At this point, you weren’t sure what he would have to confess; you knew almost everything about each other by this point.
“I… stars, this is hard.” He paused and took a breath. His hands were wringing together in his lap and he wasn’t meeting your gaze, and it was starting to scare you. You frowned, confused at this sudden fidgeting. You didn’t think you’d ever seen Han this nervous. It would’ve been funny if it wasn’t so nerve-wracking; charming, suave Han Solo blushing and stuttering. You placed a gentle hand on his forearm and he tensed under your touch. Your frown deepened. “I really like you, Y/N,” he began. He spoke slowly, like a toddler taking its first steps; one after the other, not quite sure but too brave (or too stubborn) to back down. “Like… like-like you. You know. Um. And it scares me, because I’ve never really felt like this before. Not like this. So, uh… yeah. That’s it. I understand if you want to slap me and walk away now.”
You almost laughed at that last sentence. “Han, I’m not angry. You know me; you know I would never make you feel bad for this. And hey, I don’t know if I’m quite at the same point as you, but I do feel… something towards you. More than platonic, definitely.” You didn’t want to get too far into your own feelings, as truth be told you’d just been starting to consider them yourself. Best to keep that part to yourself for now. “So if you’d be willing, we can try. See where it takes us.”
He regarded you with an unsure, almost suspicious, look. His eyes darted over your face, scanning your features. It was like he was expecting you to yell just kidding! and run in the opposite direction. When you met his gaze, your eyes unflinching and deliberate, he reached out towards you. You couldn’t help but notice his hand shaking just slightly as he cupped your cheek. “Yeah,” he said. He seemed distracted as you leaned unthinkingly into his touch. “Yeah, I’d like that. I’d like to try.”
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Don’t Know Where, Don’t Know When Pt. 2
request: Hello! I just went through every single one shot you've ever written on this blog and I have to say that you're very talented, I genuinely love them all! There is one in particular that caught my attention, and I was wondering if you would write a part 2 for it. It's called "Don't know where, don't know when". Thank you for your time, may your day be wonderful!
a/n: Thanks for the request! I know all these requests are 4+ months old, but I don’t want to leave them unfulfilled. Once I work about halfway down the to-do list, I’ll probably open up requests again to get some new ones flowing in. Also, this is sort of canon deviation, because Anakin and Padmé aren’t together in it. Happy reading! - Eliza
Pt. 1
After your initial meeting, not a day went by where you didn’t think of Anakin. You often found yourself getting distracted during work, pondering his smile and wondering if you would ever see him again. On that day you’d met in the marketplace, you’d had the strangest feeling in your gut that you would, but a year passed, and then two, and three, and eventually five years had gone and you never even caught wind of anyone named Anakin passing through.
But you did meet again. Almost a decade had passed before a man entered the shop, wearing dark robes and looking around intently. His hair was grown out and slightly unkempt, and there was a scar on his eye. As he halted briefly to survey the shop, you offered him a welcoming smile, which he was quick to return.
It hit you like a punch in the gut. That smile - you would recognize it anywhere. After all, you’d only spent the last ten years dreaming about it nightly. Before you could stop yourself, your face was lighting up and you were saying, “Anakin? Is that really you?”
He seemed confused. His head cocked to the side slightly and his brow furrowed, but at once it looked as though realization dawned. “Stars! Y/N?”
You grinned and nodded happily. He let out a disbelieving laugh and crossed his arms over his chest. “I thought I would never see you again,” you said. “I mean, I hoped, but -”
“Wait… you hoped you might see me again?” He asked. You blushed and looked down, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Well, to be honest, um… yes?” You replied, staring determinedly at the ground. “I’ve thought of you very much since we first met. I don’t know why; it was like you just stuck. Of all the people I’ve bumped into in the marketplace - and believe me, there has been an almost embarrassing amount - you’re the only one that I’ve ever given a second thought.”
“I thought of you, too.” He admitted. “I agree; you stuck in my head a lot. Too much.”
You grinned and let out a soft huff of air. He… thought of you? You always thought that he might have simply forgotten. You just sort of assumed there was no way he had dwelled on you as much as you had dwelled on him, but maybe - well, that was a stupid thought. You shook your head and nervously met his eyes. “Er - is there anything you needed today?”
“Oh, yes!” He walked over to the counter and set down a small piece of machinery. “I was wondering if you did repairs.”
You nodded and went through the process of taking down his name and when he would be back to pick up the part, as well as contact information and payment. Once all the paperwork was done, you set the part on the repairs shelf for your father to attend to. When you turned back to him, he was regarding you with an odd look on his face. “What?”
“Take a walk with me,” Anakin said, a glimmer of what looked like hope in his eyes. You smiled despite yourself, looking down at the ground again. “Just for a little while. I want to know you.”
You knew you shouldn’t have. You had work to attend to and your father would be upset if he found out. But… well, you had met Anakin almost ten years before, and you had thought you might see him again even then. And now, here he was, standing before you, saying he had thought on you just as much as you had thought on him. And if that wasn’t fate, than what was?
“Okay,” you found yourself saying after a moment or two. “Sure, yes. Let’s take a walk.”
Anakin grinned as you came around the counter. He offered his arm and you looped your own through it. On your way out you locked the door and made sure the shop sign said closed, and then you and Anakin started down the street. “So, where would you like to go?” He asked.
You bit your lip and considered for a moment before turning left and heading towards a beautiful park that was near your family’s shop. It was full of glittering lakes and streams, towering trees, and ornate bridges. Anakin followed without question. You glanced over at him and considered on the fact that you had the strangest feeling that you already knew him, even though you’d only met once before, and even that had been brief. You wondered if he felt the same way. Some small part of you hoped he did.
When you reached the park, you looked over to see his reaction. His eyes widened and he smiled brightly. “Y/N, this is beautiful!”
“I know,” you replied, leading the way towards your favorite spot in the park. “I come here often. It’s one of my favorite places.”
From there, you walked in silence, enjoying each other’s company. Things with Anakin felt so easy. So right. You wondered if this was what love at first sight felt like.
Eventually, you reached the place you went to so often. It was right on the shore of the largest lake in the park, under the roots of a tree that had grown over a hill, creating a small grotto that was sheltered and comfortable. Over time, you had spread some blankets and pillows over the hard ground, as well as decorated it with little trinkets and things you had built. “I wish we could see each other more often,” Anakin said. “I want to know you so badly. But I fear this may be the last time we meet.”
You sighed; he had voiced your concerns perfectly, the ones you had been hoping to avoid. You wanted this to be happy, but there were still those creeping doubts in your mind. “I know, Anakin. I wish we could get to know each other truly, but you’re a Jedi. Soon you will go back to your life, and I will need to return to mine.”
“You could come with me,” he suggested. You shook your head, gazing sadly out at the lake. It’s calm waters seemed almost insulting to the turmoil within you. On one hand, you felt Naboo had nothing for you anymore. On the other hand, you did have the shop and your family. They needed you, and your loyalties lied more with them than with the boy you had met a decade ago.
You shook your head and ran your hand through your hair. “I have to stay. I can’t leave. I’m sorry, Anakin, but my family needs me. The shop is going to become mine. I hope you can understand that.”
“Of course,” he said. You couldn’t help but catch the note of sadness in his voice, and the slight break as he spoke. “I still would like to stay in touch. Maybe we could keep talking, even if we aren’t together in person.”
This brought a smile to your face. “Yes, I think that would be nice. For now, we should enjoy each other’s company. Get to know each other.”
He nodded and you launched into a conversation that felt as easy as counting to ten. You talked for hours, until you noticed the sun touching the western horizon. You stood up hurriedly, helping Anakin to his feet as well. “Oh, no. I really need to get back,” you said. “I should have been back hours ago… my father will have my head.”
Anakin followed as you took off at a brisk pace back towards the shop. You barely noticed, too distracted by your intent to get back, but he slipped his hand into yours and squeezed slightly. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, Y/N,” he said. You didn’t respond; instead, you continued hurrying down the winding park paths. Eventually, you made it back to the shop. Your father was inside, his back turned to the door. You stopped and let out a long exhale.
“It was amazing to see you again,” you said, turning to face Anakin. He smiled brightly and you returned it happily. “Here,” you held out one of the shop’s business cards. “We really need to stay in touch this time.”
“Of course,” he replied, tucking the card safely into his robes. And before you could even truly process it, he was leaning in to press a soft kiss to your cheek. “For good luck,” he murmured, and with that, Anakin Skywalker was gone once again.
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Preschool Pt. 2
request: Could you (when you have time) please write another happy au set after "preschool"? Padmé finally meets Han and Chewie when she and Anakin and Obi wan are called into the school because Y/N, Han and Chewie got into a little fight with bullies because they were bullying a friend of theirs or something? In the end it's fluffy hugs and ice cream :)
a/n: Thanks for the request! As long as I’m here, I just want to apologize for my brief hiatus from the blog. My life got very hectic for a couple weeks; I had a trip to Chicago and a birthday party, and yesterday I had surgery on my knee, so I didn’t have much time to sit down and write. Now that I’m laid up after surgery and can’t do much, I should have plenty of time to crank out imagines! Happy reading! - Eliza
Pt. 1
Padmé sighed and set down the phone, unsure of what to think. Anakin was standing in front of the fridge, poking around for something to eat. However, as Padmé set down the phone he straightened up and closed the fridge. “What happened?”
“Well, it seems Y/N picked up on your troubles with authority,” Padmé said. Anakin looked confused, but Padmé ignored her husband’s raised eyebrows and turned to look for her purse. “What is that supposed to mean?” He asked, following behind her as she moved into the living room in search of her things. “She’s in the principal’s office,” Padmé replied. She found her purse and rummaged inside it to check that her keys were there.
“Wait, wait, wait.” Anakin said, reaching out to grab Padmé’s wrist. “Slow down. Why is she in the principal’s office?”
Padmé heaved another sigh and turned back to her husband. She leaned up to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “I don’t know, the secretary didn’t say. Call Ben, would you? He adores her.”
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When Padmé, Anakin, and Ben arrived at the school, Y/N was sitting on one of the chairs in the office next to a scruffy-looking boy and a wookiee. Y/N smiled as her parents walked in, but the boy and the wookiee didn’t seem interested in their arrival. “That’s Han and Chewie,” Anakin whispered to Padmé. “They’re Y/N’s friends.”
Padmé nodded and walked over to Y/N as Anakin explained to the secretary why they were there. Padmé kneeled down next to her daughter, who smiled brightly at her. “Hello, little one,” Padmé said. She wasn’t sure what to think of all this; on one hand, she didn’t think Y/N would do anything bad enough to get sent to the principal’s office, but on the other hand, she was Anakin’s daughter.
“Hi, mommy!” Y/N said cheerfully. Padmé stood up just as the principal came out into the main office. He shook Anakin’s hand, then Padmé’s, and then Ben’s.
“Well, come on back,” the principal said. “I’m Doctor Smith, the principal. I believe we’ve met before?”
“Once or twice, yes,” Padmé replied. She hoped her diplomatic side would help with whatever was going on here.
“Y/N can come back, too. I want her side of the story.” Doctor Smith said. Anakin turned to gesture to Y/N, who glanced at Han before making her way over and taking Anakin’s hand. Doctor Smith’s office was minimalistic; one loveseat pressed against a wall, a few trinkets here and there, and a filing cabinet. There was his desk, of course, with three chairs seated around it. Ben and Y/N took the loveseat, while Padmé and Anakin took the seats at Doctor Smith’s desk.
“Well, why did you call us here today?” Anakin asked. Doctor Smith smiled, although it didn’t look particularly genuine.
“Right down to business then, Mr. Skywalker?” Doctor Smith said, a joking tone to his voice. However, he turned serious after a moment. “Well, apparently, Y/N and her friends were in a fight. I don’t have Y/N’s statement on this, but from the perspective of the boy involved, it was unprovoked and senseless.”
Anakin raised an eyebrow and Padmé chanced a glance back at Y/N. That certainly wasn’t the kind young girl either of them knew. “Doctor Smith, with all due respect, that just doesn’t sound like our daughter.” Anakin said, his tone a bit more biting than Padmé would have liked.
“I thought that, as well. In her time here, I have seen Y/N to be nothing but pleasant and polite, which is why I wanted her take on the situation.” Doctor Smith replied. Anakin waved Y/N over.
She stood up and moved over to sit on her father’s lap, looking at Doctor Smith expectantly. “Tell Doctor Smith what happened, Y/N.” Anakin urged her.
“Oh! Well, this mean old boy named Jabba was picking on our friend Lando, calling him a bunch of names and stuff. Han wanted to beat him up but I said we should talk to him, so we went over and Chewie helped Lando up and I said ‘listen, mister, you can’t just go around being so mean to people’ to Jabba. He just laughed at me, so Han pushed him. And then we kind of got into a fight but then it got broken up and now we’re here.”
Anakin smiled despite himself. He knew Y/N wouldn’t have gotten into some random, pointless fight. “See? It’s all cleared up.” He said, and Y/N turned to beam at him.
“I don’t think so,” Doctor Smith said. “I believe your story, Y/N, trust me. And please believe me when I say Jabba will not escape this without punishment. However, it was still a fight, and I can’t have violence in my school like that.”
“That’s perfectly understandable,” Padmé cut in before Anakin could object. “Any punishment you see fit will be acceptable, though I promise you we’ll be having a talk with her about this.”
Doctor Smith smiled. “Well, so long as you’ll do something about it, I don’t see any reason to make a big deal about it. I’ll let her off with a warning. And you can tell Han that whenever his mother gets here, she won’t need to see me and they can just go right home.” He glanced at the clock; it was late afternoon, almost time for school to end. “In fact, they all can go home. No point sending them back for five minutes of class.”
Anakin nodded and shooed Y/N off his lap. Padmé stood up and shook the principal’s hand; Anakin and Obi-Wan followed suit. Once they had gone through all the pleasantries, they headed back into the main office. A woman was sitting with Han and Chewie, presumably Han’s mother. Anakin smiled and was going to say hello to her, but was distracted by a tug on his sleeve. He looked down to see Y/N smiling hopefully at him. “What is it, princess?”
“I was wondering if we could get ice cream!” Y/N chirped. Anakin glanced up at Padmé, who just heaved a resigned shrug and nodded once. Y/N broke into an even wider grin and pranced over to Han. “We’re going to go get ice cream!” She announced to her friend. Padmé made her way over to Han’s mother, shook her hand, and began a cheerful conversation.
“That’s cool! Can I come?” Han asked, looking hopeful. Chewie roared and Anakin assumed it was in agreement. Y/N looked back to Anakin. He smiled and nodded.
“Yeah! We can all go! Chewie and your mommy, too!” Y/N suggested. This caught Han’s mother’s attention. She smiled softly.
“Well, if you’re going to get ice cream, I think I’m going to run a few errands.” She handed a small paper to Padmé, “this is my business card with all my contact info. Just get in touch whenever you need me to come pick him up.”
“Okay, sounds good!” Padmé replied. Han’s mother pressed a kiss to his cheek before walking out of the office.
“Alright!” Anakin said, clapping his hands together, “who’s ready for ice cream?”
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Hello sweets! Mind if I bother you for a ship? I have black hair, olive skin and brown eyes with just a few freckles. I'm more of a quiet type who learns by observing but I don't hesitate to voice my opinions if I think it's important. I absolutely adore medical science and art and have learned to enjoy the little things due to my depression. Because I'm Latina, I'm also know to have a bit of an attitude. Love the blog btw, good luck sweets!
I ship you with… Obi-Wan!
As cliche as it is, you and Obi-Wan really do experience love at first sight. He’s taken with you immediately, and makes it his mission to get to know everything about you. If asked, you would definitely say he’s your soulmate, and vice versa. He loves your freckles and always takes his time pressing soft kisses to them, and he really admires the way that you state your opinions when you feel it’s important. You and Obi-Wan have a tendency to be a relatively sassy couple, given your attitude and his sarcasm. Your favorite thing to do is to visit art museums together - you both love art and art history, and share a lot of the same tastes in paintings and sculptures. You love spending hours just getting lost in all the exhibits with Obi-Wan, talking about what you like and what you don’t.
Thanks for the ask, and for the compliments and well wishes! - Eliza
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May I have a ship? I'm 5'3 girl with brown hair and eyes. I'm shy and a total bookworm. I'm very passionate about social justice issues. I've built a wall for myself and can be rude sometimes. I'm a lesbian too.
I ship you with… Leia!
Your relationship with Leia forms slowly, over months and even years of being around one another. One day, something just sort of… clicks and the next thing you know you’re completely in love. Leia admires and respects your passion for social justice, and is very understanding of your occasional rudeness. Truth be told, she has that same tendency. You and Leia can talk for hours about anything, from books to politics and everything in between. Your favorite thing to do together is really just getting stuff done - taking care of issues in the Rebellion and the senate, and working through projects together. It’s a great couple’s exercise and really brings you closer together.
Thanks for the ask, doll! Once more, sorry it took so long to get out! I hope you like it!! - Eliza
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May I have a SW ship request please? I'm 5'3", caramel skin, thick long hair, and thick eyebrows. I'm slightly sarcastic and sassy from what I've been told. I love venturing out to new places and I'm an avid fencer. :)
I ship you with… Poe!
Poe kind of turns into a blushing, stuttering mess around you, and it’s the cutest thing. He can go from suave and snarky to dorky and sweet in the span of a few seconds. That said, once your relationship really kicks off, you and Poe wind up as one of the sassiest couples on base. He admires your sarcasm and your skill with fencing; in fact one of his favorite things to do is to watch you fence. Your favorite thing to do together is just generally going on adventures and getting in trouble around base - you’ll bring BB-8 and venture into the forests of D’Qar, or go on midnight trips to beautiful foreign planets. Overall, your relationship is soft and gentle, and you each love each other with everything you’ve got.
Thanks for the ask, darling! Again, sorry it took so long to get it out! - Eliza
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Could I get a ship please? I have brown hair up to my mid-back. Light brown eyes. I'm only 5"7 and I care for others. I'm nice, courageous, brave, funny and smart. I love animals
I ship you with… Anakin!
Anakin doesn’t hesitate making his move on you, and you find out pretty quickly that you both have mutual feelings for each other. Your relationship is exciting and adventurous, if slightly reckless. It involves a lot of dates to foreign planets and working missions together. Anakin admires your courage and bravery, as well as your intelligence. Your favorite thing to do together is usually during missions, with all the excitement and adrenaline bringing you both together like moths to flame. You make a great team, and it really shows in your work.
Thanks for the ask, love! Sorry it took so long to get it out; I hope you enjoy it regardless! - Eliza
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Last Day To Send In Ships!
Hey guys! Quick reminder that ship requests will be closing at 12am CST tonight! So if you have a ship request that you haven't sent in, now's your chance to do so! Thank you all so much for your warm welcomes!! - Eliza
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May I have a male ship please? Thanks I love your blog! I have red hair and blue eyes and freckles. I am very curious and ask a lot of questions. Hufflepuff and INTP! I try to do my best and encourage others to be their best. I try and make the best out of situations. I love making people smile and joking around. I don't like to fight but will to protect those I love. I love to learn, traveling,reading,giving gifts, engineering, droids, tutoring, theme parks, Disney, plants, and breakfast food.
I ship you with… Han!
At first, you and Han don’t get along. It seems you’ll never see eye-to-eye, considering your differences. However, one day, you catch yourselves joking around together and having an actually civilized conversation, and something changes. You bring out the best in Han; he shows a softer side around you, more quiet and gentle. You find common ground and, well, they do say opposites attract. Han admires your optimism and curiosity, and does his best to learn from you in those aspects. Your favorite thing to do together is to take long road-trip-esque treks across the galaxy, flying system to system just to see the sights and spend pleasant time in each others company.
Thanks for the ask, dear! - Eliza
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Could I get a ship? :) I have red-brown hair down to my shoulders, wear glasses and have grey-ish blue eyes. I'm a shirt girl only 5'1 :D i love animals and care for them a lot and love to just read a good book or have hour long talks with friends :)
I ship you with… Luke!
You and Luke bond over a mutual love of animals. Your conversations always start about something animal- or book-related, and then branch out into a wider range of topics. One day, seemingly out of the blue, Luke confesses that he has feelings for you and asks if you’ll go out with him. He takes you to Naboo and tells you that it was his birth mother’s home planet; you eat at a beautiful restaurant and have excellent conversation. This single date turns into so much more. Luke really admires how caring and compassionate you are, and loves talking to you about anything and everything. Your favorite thing to do together is going on dates; Luke always plans elaborate trips to foreign places, and they’re always an amazing time.
Thanks for the ask, lovely! - Eliza
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anonymous asked: hi could I get a ship please? I'm a (straight) girl that's 5'3 with curly, brown hair & hazel eyes. I'm pretty shy at first but I can also be funny & sometimes sarcastic once you get to know me. I'm athletic & I also love to draw & let my creative side show, thanks !!
I ship you with... Poe!
Poe is intrigued by you, at first, and makes it his mission to get to know you. He’s surprised to find that beneath your shy exterior, you’re actually creative and funny. Slowly but surely, he ends up falling head-over-heels for you, and eventually (perhaps, admittedly, with the help of post-mission adrenaline and a couple drinks in his system) works up the nerve to ask you out. You become the Resistance power couple; he admires your sarcasm and humor, and you’re always joking and laughing together. Your favorite thing to do together is working out; Poe has a pretty strict fitness regiment, being the Resistance’s top pilot and all, and you’re eager to help him out with it.
Thanks for the ask, doll! I hope you enjoy it even though it’s not in the normal ask format. - Eliza
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Ship? Long, thick brown ringlets (think when Padme wears her hair curly), wide, round hazel green eyes, 5'0, overachiever perfectionist who is overly sarcastic/jokes inappropriately because of low self esteem/anxiety/depression, desperately needs approval. Loves to bake desserts when upset. Passionate about social justice and musical theatre. Accepts any gender character.
I ship you with… Rey!
You and Rey become friends over a period of months, given the fact that she’s away so often training with Luke. Once you grow close, however, you become almost inseparable. Poe always jokes that you and Rey are joined at the hip, and honestly, you’re inclined to agree. You’re not sure when it goes from friendship to romance, but one day things are different, and you don’t mind at all. Rey loves your perfectionism and finds your joking endearing, and is perfectly happy to assure you in times of doubt and pick you up when you’re feeling down. You love baking together - it’s always filled with laughing and flour fights, and one time you made cupcakes and brought them around base for the pilots to have. (They were gone within ten minutes.)
Thanks for the ask, dear! - Eliza
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can I get a ship please?I'm blonde, have green eyes, wear glasses, and I'm really short. I'm super nerdy and I enjoy reading (comics and actual books), writing, and just relaxing while watching tv in my spare time. thank you! :)
I ship you with… Finn!
When Finn comes to the Resistance, most people find him charming and endearing, yourself included. So when he asks you out - blushing and stuttering - on a date, you‘re inclined to agree. The date is amazing, even despite his nerves, and you end up falling in love. He loves your intelligence, and you adore his cute, unsure nature. Your favorite thing to do together is just to talk, which is what you can most often be found doing. You’ll take long walks and teach him about the world, and your favorite books and holovids, and your dreams, and what you’ve been writing, and how the war is going. During these conversations, nothing is off limits, and you find that each one is perfect and special in its own way.
Thanks for the ask, love! - Eliza
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