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jediwrites · 1 month ago

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just for tonight

| anakin skywalker x reader. ~1.2k words. comfort, fluff. alphabet soup A.

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The planet was too quiet. The kind of quiet that made your neck itch and your instincts stand on edge. The 501st had secured the outpost without casualties, but your gut told you the Separatists weren’t done.. not yet.

You sat on the edge of a supply crate, fingers tapping against your knee, helmet abandoned on the ground beside your foot. A soft, dry wind swept through the remains of the enemy base, carrying with it the scent of burnt circuitry and rust. It should’ve felt like a win. Instead, it just felt...empty.

“Do you always sulk when the mission’s too easy?”

You didn’t need to look up. That voice.. that half-smirk, half-challenge was already seared into your brain. Anakin Skywalker. Of course.

You rolled your eyes and tilted your head toward him. “Do you always gloat when no one asked?”

He rounded the corner, arms crossed over his chest, smugness radiating off him like heat. His tunic was torn at the sleeve, dried blood staining the fabric near his shoulder, and his lightsaber was clipped neatly to his belt like nothing about today had been dangerous.

“I’m just saying,” he prodded, stepping closer, “if you’d listened to my plan the first time, we could’ve wrapped this up an hour ago.”

You scoffed, “If we’d followed your plan, half the squad would be in bacta tanks right now.”

“That’s dramatic,” he narrowed his eyes, “Rex agreed with me.”

“Rex always agrees with you.” You complained

“Because I’m usually right.”

You shook your head, but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.

This was how it always went. You and Skywalker -- bickering like two sparring Padawans, locked in some eternal clash of ideals. You were careful and strategic. He was chaos in a robe. And yet... every time you found yourself assigned to his battalion, a traitorous part of you looked forward to it.

Not the war. Not the violence. Just him.

The way he threw himself into danger without blinking. The way he pushed your buttons like it was a sport. The way his walls dropped when no one else was looking. And how, sometimes on rare nights like this, he let you sit beside him without saying anything at all.

He dropped down next to you on the crate, close enough that your knees knocked together.

“You alright?” he asked, voice low now.

You glanced sideways, “I’m fine.”

He didn’t move and didn’t push, he just watched you for a long moment before saying, “You don’t have to lie to me.”

Your shoulders stiffened at that comment. “You didn’t see what I saw out there today,” you muttered.

He frowned. “What do you mean?”

“In the eastern corridor.. there were kids. Civilians. Trapped under wreckage. I had to leave them to finish the mission. I gave the order to leave them.”

Anakin’s brow furrowed. “You didn’t have a choice.”

You exhaled slowly through your teeth, “I know. But it still doesn’t feel like something I should forgive myself for.”

He was quiet for a beat. Then, in a voice arguably quieter than silence, “I’ve made worse choices.”

You turned your head to look at him, surprised.

“Don’t do that,” he said, meeting your gaze. “Don’t carry it alone.”

You swallowed hard. “You’re not exactly a model for sharing, Skywalker.”

A ghost of a smile touched his lips. “Yeah, well... maybe I’m trying.”

You studied him. The hard lines of his face, the scar above his eye, and the exhaustion that lived in the corners of his mouth, behind his flippant sarcasm.

You were about to say something, maybe something important, when his fingers brushed yours on the crate. And stayed there.

You looked down. His hand was warm, calloused but gentle. It was steady.

“What are you doing?” you asked in a cracked whisper.

“Something stupid,” he breathed out. “..Probably.”

You didn’t move, you knew you should but you didn't want to.

“Do you ever wonder,” he murmured, “what it would be like if we weren’t Jedi?”

You froze. “Anakin…”

“I know. I know we’re not supposed to ask things like that,” he said quickly. “I just-.. can’t help it. Especially with you.”

You were silent, then, very softly, “Sometimes I wonder.”

His head turned toward you. You kept your eyes forward, heart thudding.

“What do you imagine?” he asked.

You let out a breath as you gathered your thoughts, “I imagine quiet,” you started. “Peace. No battles, no orders, no Council watching our every move.”

He nodded slowly. “And me?”

You hesitated before a small smile tugged at your lips, " Yes, I imagine you too.”

That did it.

He shifted toward you fully now, knee brushing yours, hand still covering your fingers.

“I’d find you,” he said, voice rough. “Even if we weren’t Jedi. Even in another life. I think I’d still find you.”

You turned to him, the air between you tightened and pulled like a wire stretched too far.

You wanted to tell him he was foolish and that this was dangerous. That the Jedi Code didn’t allow this -- whatever this was.

But all that came out was, “I think I’d let you.”

And then he kissed you.

It wasn’t rushed or reckless, it was soft -- like he’d been waiting for years and finally decided to stop pretending.

Your hand slid up into his hair, his other arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. For a moment, the galaxy fell silent.

There was no war. No title. No duty. Just you and him. Two people beneath a sky that didn’t care who you were.

When you finally pulled back, you stayed close. Foreheads pressed together as you let your breath mingling.

He smiled, just barely. “You’ll yell at me for this later, won’t you?”

You smirked with a breathy chuckle, “Definitely.”

He chuckled, but the laughter didn’t reach his eyes all the way. You saw the fear there. The guilt and the weight of what this meant was too obvious. It was obvious because you understood it, you felt it too.

But for once, you let yourself have it anyway. Even if it was just for tonight.

“Let’s go,” you sighed eventually. “Rex is probably sending a search party.”

“Or placing bets,” Anakin muttered, standing up and offering you his hand. You took it. You always would.

Later, aboard the cruiser, no one said anything when you walked in side by side. You two didn’t talk about it again, not right away at least. But the next time you fought back-to-back with him on some distant battlefield, and your hands touched, and your eyes met... you knew..

Even if it had to be a secret. Even if the galaxy was crumbling. Even if the stars were wrong. You always would have each other.

#pure perfection #anakin skywalker x reader

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jediwrites · 2 months ago

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Anything For You - Anakin Skywalker X Female Reader

Title: Anything For You

Anakin Skywalker X Female Reader

Additional Characters: The Council (Mentioned), other Jedi/people (Mentioned)

WC: 2,682

Warnings: During when Anakin's a Knight, italics, obsession, Anakin's smitten, The Order/Code, nicknames, banter, teasing, flirting, forbidden love, crying, Anakin's a bit desperate, angst, and fluff

Anakin would do anything for you.

From the moment he first met you at the Jedi Temple, shortly after he’d earned the rank of Jedi Knight, he was hooked, smitten. You weren’t like anyone else he’d ever known. Calm and brilliant in a way that made him forget about war and titles and duty. You challenged him, teased him, smiled at him like he wasn’t a Jedi Knight, but just Anakin.

And that was dangerous. Because once he realized he wanted more than just mere friendship, there was no turning back.

He memorized your laugh like it was a meditation mantra. Adjusted his schedule to pass you in the Temple halls. He offered to spar with you, train with you, fly with you - anything that gave him more time with you. He found excuses to see you, excuses to linger. He would have moved planets for you if you so asked. He still would.

Anakin knew it was against the Code. But, Maker help him, he didn’t care. He’d lie, fight, fall, if it meant keeping you close. Because loving you felt more natural than breathing. And he didn’t know how to stop.

He didn’t want to.

You had become the axis to which his world spun around. The gravity to his every thought. It wasn’t just desire. It was deeper than that. It was a quiet ache in his chest when you weren’t near. Even the stars reminded him of you.

He loved you in the way galaxies collided. Inevitable and eternal. If you had asked him to leave everything behind, he wouldn’t have hesitated, not because he wanted to abandon the Order, but because he couldn’t imagine a future that didn’t have you in it.

You were the only thing in the galaxy that ever made him feel whole. But you never let him get too close. Every time his fingers brushed yours, you pulled away with a small, regretful smile. Every lingering glance was met with a soft warning in your eyes. You reminded him of the Code, of duty, of how dangerous it would be for the both of you if you gave in. And Anakin tried to respect that. He really did. But the ache of wanting you didn’t go away. If anything, it only grew.

You were the one thing he could never have… And the only thing he ever truly wanted.

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The chamber was quiet, bathed in warm afternoon light that filtered through the high windows of the Jedi Temple. You sat cross-legged on the smooth floor, your hands resting gently in your lap, fingers lightly touching. The air was still, carrying the faint scent of temple incense, and for a moment, it almost felt like peace.

Almost.

You inhaled deeply through your nose, holding the breath in your chest as long as you could. Then you exhaled slowly, trying to get your mind to settle. But it didn’t. No matter how many breaths you took, no mantra could ease the ache lodged deep within your chest. Your thoughts kept circling back to him.

You sighed softly, the sound barely more than a whisper in the room. "Anakin," You murmured, eyes still closed, your voice calm but tinged with exasperation. "I thought you wanted to meditate."

There was a beat of silence before you opened your eyes. Across from you, Anakin sat in a perfect mirror of your position, legs folded, hands in his lap, but his eyes weren’t closed. They were fixated on you. He didn’t even try to hide the softness in his gaze.

“I am meditating,” He said, voice low and warm. “Just… On something else.”

On someone.

You.

The golden afternoon light spilled in through the window, haloing you in its glow. It kissed your skin, danced across the curve of your cheek, and shimmered through your lashes like stardust. To Anakin, you didn’t look like a Jedi at all in that moment. You looked like a vision. Like something the Force had sculpted from light and serenity and placed in front of him just to torment him. Or bless him. He hadn’t decided which.

His gaze softened further, reverence blooming in his expression. You didn’t even have to try - you were effortless. And he couldn’t look away. “It’s hard to focus,” He admitted quietly, his voice a little hoarse now, almost reverent. “When the light decides to wrap itself around you like that.”

Your breath caught slightly at the way he looked at you. Like you were more than real. Like you were sacred. Like he was devoted.

You had been meditating. But he had been worshipping.

A soft sigh escaped you, unbidden. Your shoulders sank just slightly, and your gaze dropped to your lap. Fingers began to move, fidgeting gently, tracing invisible shapes against your skin. A small frown tugged at the corners of your mouth, subtle but unmistakable. You weren’t upset. Just… Overwhelmed. Because of his stare. That look he gave you. It wasn't ever something you could simply ignore. It made your skin prickle, not in discomfort, but in awareness. Like the heat of a fire that never touched you, yet licked at the edges of your being. Like he wasn’t just looking at you, but through you, past all the layers you tried to keep intact. His gaze didn’t just see - it felt… And it lingered.

You swallowed, casting your gaze to the side; anywhere but at him. Because if you looked at him right now, truly looked… You might forget what the Jedi Code demanded of you. You might not care. And that scared you more than anything. Because deep down, buried beneath layers of duty, silence, and fear, was the truth. You would love nothing more than to be his and him to be yours. To fall into the warmth of his hands without hesitation. To let him look at you like you were his whole galaxy, and finally, finally allow yourself to believe it.

But there were too many dangers. Breaking the Code. That alone could unravel everything. The Order would not forgive it. The Council would not understand. And, yet, those weren’t the fears that clung to your chest like thorny, pinching vines.

It was him. Anakin.

If word ever reached the wrong ears. If whispers became consequences, you knew the blame would fall hardest on his shoulders. The Council questioned him enough already; his passions, his defiance, his heart.

You couldn’t be the reason they clipped his wings before he ever had the chance to fly. This life; it chose him. The Force had woven its will into the very fabric of his soul. And who were you to stand in the way of that? So you said nothing. You kept your eyes averted. You let your fingers tremble in your lap instead of reaching for his hand. Loving him out loud meant risking the only future he’d ever known, and you weren’t sure your heart could survive breaking his.

Anakin’s smile faltered and he scooted closer, but you didn’t look up at him. The warmth of his presence pressed gently into yours. Close enough that his scent curled around you, something like sandalwood and smoke, but something else that was so perfectly him that it made your chest ache.

Your breath caught as his hand rose slowly, his fingers brushing your cheek. His palm, calloused yet careful, cradling your face. His thumb lingered at your jaw, urging you to look at him. His touch lifted your chin, and your eyes met his. The way he looked at you could undo the galaxy.

Your fingers trembled as you reached up. Gently, carefully, you pulled his hand away from your face, even though your skin already missed the warmth. “Anakin,” You whispered, voice breaking around the edges. “Please.” Almost begging. Not for him to stop, but for him to understand.

His hand remained suspended for a moment after you let it go, fingers still curved in the shape of your cheek. And though you’d pulled away, he swore he could still feel you. The warmth of your skin lingered against his palm like sunlight. Soft, but gone too soon. And the look he gave you, you couldn’t bear it. You shook your head quickly, almost desperately, eyes shimmering. Your lips parted, like you wanted to speak, but no sound came. There was too much. Too much feeling, too much risk, and not enough air in the room. You couldn’t do this. Not when he looked at you like that.

The air shifted with you, robes rustling as you stood and turned, your steps quick and uncertain. You rushed off, your silhouette flickering like a ghost beneath the temple light.

~~~

It had been multiple rotations since you last saw Anakin. Not because you wanted it that way. But because you didn’t trust yourself not to stay if you saw him again. You stopped going to the meditation chambers. You stopped visiting the library. You even avoided the gardens. You had carved him out of your waking hours with careful precision. And yet, you hadn’t escaped him completely. He still found you in your dreams. He appeared soft and golden, eyes warm, voice gentle; loving. You’d wake with the ghost of his touch on your cheek, the echo of his name on your lips, and a longing that curled in your chest like smoke. You told yourself that this was mercy. Mercy hurt.

You sat in your chambers, legs folded atop your bed, the blanket pulled loosely over your lap, a datapad balanced carefully in your hands though your eyes had long since stopped absorbing the words. The day had passed, soft and uneventful. You had no plans to leave your room, no desire to rejoin the others outside. The light from your window had begun to dim, casting your chamber in the amber glow of early evening, shadows stretching longer across the floor.

Then came a knock. Your head snapped up, startled by the sudden intrusion, your hands lowering the datapad to your lap as your heart caught mid-beat. Another knock. You didn’t speak. Didn’t move. The datapad now forgotten, your fingers curled against its edges, knuckles white with hesitation. Because some part of you already knew who it was. Slowly, you pushed the blanket away from your legs and swung them over the side of the bed. Your feet touched the cool floor, reaching for your robe and slipping it over your shoulders with a quiet sigh as you walked to the door. With a careful hand, you slid it open.

There he stood. Anakin.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. His eyes searched yours quietly, and then, without a word, he stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

He then turned to face you, “You’ve been avoiding me,” He said, voice low but edged with something softer - concern, perhaps, or hurt.

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry, “Anakin,” You began, voice trembling but steady, “You shouldn’t be here. You know the risks.” Anakin reached out slowly, his gloved hand hovered just inches from yours, trembling with something unspoken. “Anakin, we can’t-” Your voice broke as you took a step back. “The Council, the Code… If anyone found out-”

“I don’t care,” His voice was low, trembling with restrained urgency; reckless and dramatic as always. “I don’t care what they say. I would give all of it up if it meant I could be with you.” Your eyes snapped to his, wide and unsure. He only stepped closer, “I dream about you. I wake up reaching for you. I go on missions thinking of how your laugh sounds, wondering if I’ll see you again. Doesn’t that mean something?”

“Of course it does,” You whispered. “But it’s not fair to you. You’ve worked so hard to become a Jedi-”

“From the moment I first saw you, I haven’t known a moment’s peace.” His voice was low, ragged, “You’ve been with me in every breath, every dream, every battle. You are a part of me I can’t quiet, can’t bury beneath duty or silence.” He took another step closer, so close now you could see the faintest tremble in his hands before he clenched them and the way his jaw clenched. “Being near you is… Torment. And yet the thought of being apart - it steals the air from my lungs. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't think without you taking up every corner of my mind.” Your lip trembled, but you couldn’t look away. He continued, voice softer now, aching. “You’re in my soul, woven into me so tightly I don't know where I end and you begin. And if you feel even a fraction of this ache, this desperate, consuming need to be near, tell me. Please.”

The words lingered in the silence, and then you felt it. The heat behind your eyes finally breaking, a single tear spilling free, carving its way down your cheek. Anakin moved without hesitation, his gloved hand already lifting, already there, cupping your cheek. He wiped it away gently, thumb brushing the trail like he could undo the sorrow that caused it. Your breath hitched, lashes fluttering as your eyes fell shut. When he expected you to pull back again, you instead pressed his hand more firmly into your cheek, nuzzling against the leather with a sigh that trembled.

“I was doing this for you,” You whispered, “If I let this happen… If someone found out…” You trailed off, swallowing hard, eyes still closed, still unable to look at him. “Anakin, I was trying to protect you. From the Council. From the Code. From everything that would tear this all apart and blame you for it.” Your grip on his hand tightened slightly.

“It doesn’t matter,” He murmured, “None of that matters.” His thumb brushed over the soft skin beneath your eye, catching the remnants of your tears. He leaned closer, “I’d break a thousand oaths if it meant you’d be mine.” His hand moved, tilting your chin up with exquisite care. Your eyes opened slowly, meeting his gaze at last, “Just say the word, my love,” He breathed, “I’ll walk away from all of it.”

You stared up at him, eyes wide, heart about ready to burst out of your chest at his words. All the fears, all the doubts, faded away in the warmth of his gaze. "Anakin..." You breathed out, your free hand reaching out blindly to grasp at his robes, clutching desperately at whatever shreds of fabric you could get your fingers on. Without hesitation, you pulled him down, pressing your lips against his.

For Anakin, this kiss was a revelation. An all-consuming surrender to the Goddess before him. Every touch of his lips was a prayer, every breath shared a quiet worship. He melted into you, caught in your presence, the world narrowing down to nothing but the heat of your mouth and the softness of your skin.

He deepened the kiss immediately, eagerly. His hand leaving your cheek before slipping to the nape of your neck, the other on your waist; tugging you close. Your own hands found their way into his hair, slipping through soft, dark strands. When the kiss finally broke, it didn’t end so much as dissolve - lips parting slowly, reluctantly, like a tide retreating from the shore. His forehead against yours, your noses brushing, lips still grazing one another in ghost-like touches, the breath between you shared, shallow and trembling.

To Anakin, you were all starlight and softness. Something too ethereal for this world, too delicate to belong to the war-torn reality he knew. In your touch, there was sanctuary; in your eyes, the promise of something gentler. He couldn’t recall a time before you, and only dared to dream of a future if it meant you were in it. He was lost in you - hopelessly, willingly, beautifully. Anakin would do anything for you; every breath, every heartbeat, every whispered vow was proof of that unwavering truth. In you, he had found his reason, his refuge, and his forever.

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jediwrites · 7 months ago

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omg so cute

You nodded with a small smile to each time you passed a Jedi master, having in mind only one destination - his chambers. You didn't know exactly if he was there, but what's the problem to check? After a few minutes you finally got to the hall where, possibly, was your boyfriend. Checking if anyone isn't paying attention to you, you pressed your ear to the doors, hearing soft, deep voice that belonged to GENERAL SKYWALKER. With a quiet push, you opened the door to Anakin’s chambers, and the first thing you see is him on the floor with crossed legs, tools shattered before him as he talks to R2-D2. The droid’s beeps come in bursts, like they’re having a real conversation, and you stop in your tracks, biting back on your lower lip to hold a giggle that threatened to escape.

“Look, I know it wasn’t my fault,” Anakin mutters, leaning against the bed with his bionic hand spread out before him. “It just stopped working mid-flight. You think I like crashing into hangar walls? No, thank you.”

R2 lets out a series of quick, sassy chirps.

“Oh, don’t start,” Anakin groans, running his fingers through already messy hair. “Maybe if someone--who shall remain nameless--didn’t override the diagnostics, I wouldn’t be in this mess.” his tone sounded like sarcastic irritation

You step inside just enough to catch a better sight of him - thick brows furrowed in concentration, golden curls tousled from the way he kept tugging at them. He’s completely absorbed in his work, but R2-D2 catches you immediately, swiveling his dome towards you with a happy beep.

Anakin freezes, looks up to the droid, lips twitching. “What are you so excited about now?”

R2 chirps again, this time more insistent, and Anakin finally glanced to the side, gaze softening the moment he sees you. His lips curl into a smile he can’t suppress, blue eyes sparkling with all the love he had for you “You couldn’t wait until I finished fixing this thing, could you?”

You shrug, grinning as you slowly make your way over to him. “Don't blame me, you looked too cute talking to R2. I had to come and see what was going on.”

He chuckled, shaking his head, but you don’t miss the way his shoulders relax, the tension melting from him as soon as you step closer. “He’s not cute--he’s insubordinate. Watch this.”

Turning back to R2-D2, Anakin crosses his one functioning (and flesh) arm. “Alright, buddy. Time to make yourself useful and give us the room. Go on--closet’s waiting.” lips twitched into a mischievous, proud, very much skywalker-like smirk

R2 lets out a dramatic, offended beep, dome swiveling back and forth.

“Don’t give me that attitude,” Anakin says, voice taking on that amused, faux-serious tone he always uses with the droid. “You know exactly what I mean. Out. Now.” finger pointing to the closet behind you

R2 responds with a string of exaggerated, sassy chirps that almost sound like a lecture, and you can’t help but burst out laughing. “I think he’s saying no.”

Anakin groans, pressing his fingers to his temple. “Of course he is. Stubborn bucket of bolts.” With a sigh, he waves dismissively. “Fine, go reorganize the closet or something. Just...not here.”

With one last defiant beep, R2 rolls away, his dome spinning dramatically as he leaves the space near you.

“You two are like an old married couple,” you tease, sliding next to Anakin and wrapping your arms around his waist, letting your chin rest on his shoulder

“Don’t start,” he murmured, voice dipping into that soft, low tone he saves just for you. As your lips brush against his clothed shoulder, he inhales deeply, head tilting ever so slightly, like he’s savoring the small but for him, big feeling. “You have no idea how much trouble that droid gives me.”

“Mm,” you hum, reaching out your hand to play with the curls at the nape of his neck. “I think you love him.”

“I love you,” voice a quiet confession as he leans back into you. From his tone alone you can keep up the truth he's hiding, for now. He loves that droid, even if he won't say it out loud.

Your fingers gently thread through the soft strands. “What’s wrong with your hand?” you change the topic

He sighs, lifting the half-disassembled bionic limb in his lap. “It just...stopped working. Mid-mission, no warning. Nearly got me killed.”

“Dramatic,” you murmur, your lips twitching as you press a kiss to his temple.

“Not dramatic,” he insists, though his smile gives him away. “I mean it. The Jedi Council can throw all the assignments they want at me, but if this thing doesn’t work, I’m toast.��

Before you can respond, R2 lets out a loud, exasperated beep from the hallway, clearly still listening and clearly judging.

“See what I mean?” Anakin rolls his eyes, though his tone is changed to playful now

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jediwrites · 7 months ago

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isn't even 24h since i posted my first fic on ao3 and already received a mean comment that's wild

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jediwrites · 7 months ago

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i need him so bad 😭🙏🏼 have never thought about spiderman!ani but after this it will be on my head FOREVER!!!

what about nerd! anakin as spiderman head cannons

SPIDERMAN!ANAKIN HEAD CANONS 🕷️🕸️

(whoever wrote this, I love you, I adore you please come back 🙏)

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who constantly uses your window to get inside your room. He would always knock softly on it, waiting for you to open

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who goes to you after his every mission always wanting you to check and take care of his bruises/wounds. Even if it's just a small scratch he would still go to you, having in mind that it's just an excuse to spend more time in your presence

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who ALWAYS asks for kisses on his already treated wounds/bruises. Anything. He'd just ask for a kiss, pretending it still hurts and that only your lips will help

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who has a very specific way to take you on the dates. He'd appear by your window, again, in his suit to only grab you by the waist and swang through the city on his spider-web (sometimes, to tease you, would throw you in the air before catching you again with a grin under his mask as you clung all scared onto him)

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who makes his web in school's chemistry class, pretending to do some school's project

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who loves to spend time with you as "basic" anakin that isn't a guy in red suit, making the media wild. He'd often buy you flowers, standing at your doors with this cute smile

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who loves star wars and would often tell you everything he knows about them while his head is on your chest, your hand twirled in his hair

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who makes sure you're all safe when you go back to home after school

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who teasingly leaves small notes in your locker, initiating things he wants to do with you. Bet he'd call himself things like "your friendly neighbornhood spiderman"/ "your dearest spiderman" at the end of the note

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who loves when you kiss him while he's hanging upside down on his web

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who loves when you call him; spider guy, spidey, spider boy

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who would get more confident within himself after spider's bite (his body being more toned and defined). He'd move his arms in different angles to tease you while his muscles flex

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who loves to have you on his lap. Putting red lipstick on you so you could leave lip prints on his face

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who's obsessed with you wearing red/blue colours for obvious reasons

TW: mentions of smut

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who definitely uses his web to tie your hands while making love to you, knowing how much it'll piss you off since you love touching his body. Or use it to cover your mouth to muffle your moans

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who loves your plump thighs. Would leave small kisses on your soft skin while you're laying on his bed, scrolling through your phone.

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who leaves bite marks on your neck to mark you

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who loves to take his time with you. Would never take things forward without foreplay

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who's addicted to your breasts. He'd give them more attention than on other spots. His slim fingers would play or squeeze them, rolling his thumb over your hardening nipple while watching with delightful eyes as your breath hitches

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who takes you slow and hard, groaning/whimpering compliments/words of encouragement like; "shh..just a little bit more"/ "eyes on me when i fuck you, baby..c'mon"/ "mine.." he grunted "only mine"/ "ahh--atta girl..making me all proud and happy, taking it so good like that"

"oh..i--" you breathed out "i--can't take this"

"c'mon sweetheart" he grunted, slowly starting to thrust forward "you've taken worse than this. You can handle me..we'll go nice and slow, hm?"

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who can't go without giving you an aftercare after taking your ability to walk 🕸️

I want to dedicate this to @yrsjune that account is deactivated now, missing you love <3

TAG LIST: @kingdomhate @heartsforanakin @divineani

(if you want to be on the tag list then don't be shy and let me know 💋)

#died at him flexing his arms because i can clearly see he doing that IT'S CANON IN MY HEAD #the swang through the city part got me giggling like a crazy #anakin skywalker fanfiction

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jediwrites · 7 months ago

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wow this is a true masterpiece, seriously. you wrote this piece so beautifully omg

TIMING: summer 1943

The golden spikes of wheat swayed in the breeze, the horizon blurred by the heat of the sun. You sat together in the middle of the field, far from the noise of the village, far from the world that seemed to crumble a little more each day. Anakin was laying on his back, one hand pillowing his head while the other loosely held yours.

“You think the war will end soon?” you asked softly, breaking the silence that had settled like a warm blanket over the two of you.

Anakin didn’t answer at first. His eyes were fixed on the sky, where clouds drifted lazily, oblivious to the chaos below. He squeezed your hand gently.

“Maybe,” he finally said, his voice low, thoughtful. “Or maybe it doesn’t. Maybe it just drags on until there’s nothing left.”

You glanced at him, the lines of worry etched across his face making your heart ache. “Don’t say that.”

“It’s the truth, isn’t it?” His voice cracked slightly, betraying the heaviness in his chest. He turned his head to look at you, his piercing blue eyes shadowed by something you couldn’t quite place. Fear? Regret? “Some of us won’t make it out of this.”

Your breath hitched. You shook your head, desperate to push away the thought. “You will. You’ll come back to me.”

“I want to believe that,” he murmured, his gaze falling down to your hand, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “But if I don’t…”

“Don’t.” Your voice wavered, but you didn’t let the tears fall. “Don’t say it. Don’t even think it.”

The silence returned - thick and suffocating, yet you didn’t let go of him. Instead, you shifted closer, resting your head on his chest. His heartbeat was steady, grounding, so calming in everyday-chaos

“Do you think we’ll have a house someday?” you whispered after a while, your fingers tracing absent patterns on his shirt. “A little one, on a hill. Maybe a dog running around. And you, fixing everything that breaks while I try to plant roses that refuse to bloom.”

He chuckled softly, the sound bittersweet. “Roses would bloom for you, angel. They’d have to.”

A small smile tugged at your lips, though your throat burned. “And maybe…” you trailed off, hesitant.

“Maybe what?”

“Maybe a baby. Or two.”

His chest rose sharply beneath you, and when you glanced up, his gaze was softer, warmer. “You’d be the best mother,” his voice cracking under the weight of the words. “And I’d try to be a good father. I’d want them to look like you, though..”

“Anakin,” you whispered, your hand pressing against his cheek. He turned into your touch, his eyes slipping shut for a moment, as though memorizing the feeling.

The wind picked up, rustling the wheat around you. It felt like the world held its breath.

“Do you think we’ll make it?” you asked, your voice breaking.

He didn’t answer this time, and the silence was deafening.

But then he sat up, pulling you with him. His hands cupped your face, his gaze burning into yours. “I’ll try,” he said fiercely. “For you. I’ll do everything I can to make it back to you. But if I don’t…”

“No.” You shook your head, tears slipping down your cheeks. “Don’t you dare.”

“If I don’t,” he repeated, his voice softer now, “promise me you’ll keep living. You’ll plant those roses, even if they won't bloom. You’ll find peace.”

“I don’t want peace. I want you,” you choked out, gripping his wrists.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly, his chin resting on the crown of your head. His heart thundered against your ear.

Silence - so familiar yet so foreign

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#you didn't have to break my heart like that #a masterpiece... a true work of art #anakin skywalker fanfiction

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jediwrites · 7 months ago

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he's so girl dad coded 😭☝🏼

FUTUREDAD!ANAKIN HEADCANONS 🍼

TW: at some point it contains sexual content, so if you're feeling uncomfortable with it, please do not read

🍼 Futuredad!Anakin who was so damn excited after you've announced him your pregnancy that he couldn't shut his mouth abt it for weeks

🍼Futuredad!Anakin who is obsessed how your body changes due to pregnancy. He'd definitely eye you up and down more often, stopping at your swollen breasts or round belly

🍼Futuredad!Anakin who makes sure you're all comfortable whenever you can

🍼Futuredad!Anakin who rests his head against your belly bump while you play with his curls. He'd start telling you about his day, drawing small circles on your belly before he falls asleep

🍼Futuredad!Anakin who loves to stroke/touch your belly skin-to-skin. Always, when you two are alone, would lift your shirt and run his hands over the swollen area

🍼Futuredad!Anakin who talks to the baby in womb. He'd just plant gentle kisses along with child's movements, whispering some words like.."look at you..so strong already" / "such a responsive baby..bet you're gonna have my looks and mommy's personality, hm?" / "yeah, you're gonna move more? Gonna just respond to daddy's silly talks?"

🍼Futuredad!Anakin who uses the force to calm down your baby when it's movements get uncomfortable

🍼Futuredad!Anakin who tries to keep you happy all the time;

"Ani" you whine softly, shaking his arm so he'd wake up

With a small gasp that ended his soft, quiet snores he stirred awake "what?" his voice was raspy, almost begging you to let him go back to sleep

"wanna ice cream.." you whisper a bit shyly, knowing the hour of your tempting craving

Anakin would sigh as his eyes met the light digits on electric clock standing still on his nightstand "love, it's almost 4am..just try to fall asleep, s'gonna go away.." his arm covered the half of his face

This made you frown, having a damn human being inside your body wasn't the easiest thing in the word and trying to shoot the craving out by getting sleep wasn't the most pleasant idea "c'mon Ani.." you whined again, not letting go of shaking his arm "it won't..the baby needs ice cream and sleep isn't the way out of it"

Another sigh left his mouth, this time more of a surrender, since how could he argue with a pregnant woman? He rubbed his face before pulling the blanket away from his body "alright, alright..guess I can't argue with the baby"

🍼Futuredad!Anakin who makes sure to compliment you since your body is changing and he knows how psychically overwhelming it may be

🍼Futuredad!Anakin who accidentally would drink your breast milk thinking it's a real one

🍼Futuredad!Anakin who loves how your body changes. The swell on your belly from his child, swollen breasts that he'd definitely pay more attention to whenever he can catch a glimpse of you just walking and them jingling or whenever you innocently change your clothes before him

🍼Futuredad!Anakin who can't help but make love to you (very gentle way to call it) silly while his eyes are taking in your bouncing breasts from his thrusts

"A-ani..you're gonna hurt the baby" you mewl

"Bullshit..had been reading about this all day sweetheart.." he groaned "the baby won't even know that I'm gonna fuck another one in that pretty womb" (guys I know you mostly can't get pregnant WHILE being pregnant but it just gives me ani talk vibes)

🍼Futuredad!Anakin who gets a bit concerned if he for sure didn't hurt you or the baby after sex. Would try not to leave any marks on your belly and lower body

🍼Futuredad!Anakin who helps you with basic things that started to be troubling for you. Like tying your shoes, bending down to grab things and etc

🍼Futuredad!Anakin who got concerned after he caught you going to the bathroom too many (for him) times. He'd spend most of the day educating himself about pregnancy to understand you better, to help you with other things and to just know more

🍼Futuredad!Anakin who would pout, trying to put a diaper on the newborn doll. He'd look around the room at other parents that attended to antenatal class and actually frown when he tried to copy their movements but it only became a worse mess

🍼Futuredad!Anakin who educates himself about parenting. Would watch different videos and read books between his daily tasks

🍼Futuredad!Anakin who would absolutely freak out when your waters broke;

"God, god, god..where is it?!" he anxiously searched for the bag with all the things already set up for birth

"Anakin!"

"Here you are" he murmured to himself, almost tripping downstairs "shit--coming sweetheart!"

"Just breathe..it's gonna be okay.." he exhaled, tapping on the steering wheel as he waited for the green light to appear

"I am breathing"

"I was saying it to myself.." he murmured, hoping you actually didn't hear that

🍼Futuredad!Anakin who would argue with doctors about staying by your side during birth. He promised he'd be there and help you as much as he can and the thought of not being there was horrifying to him

🍼Futuredad!Anakin who praises you and encourages you to keep pushing. Would stroke your stuck from sweat hair out of your forehead, kissing your head, running his thumb over your knuckles

"C'mon sweetheart, you can do it.." / "you're doing so great baby, one more push and it's gonna be all over" / "you're so strong.. m'so proud of you.."

🍼Futuredad!Anakin who would cry his eyes out while holding and acknowledging that he has a baby girl in his arms

"Look at you..you're so small" / "so tiny..my little girl, my little princess, my shining star"

🍼Futuredad!Anakin who's the best girl dad ever. Trying to do her hair (watched a lot of videos on how to do it just so he can make her a braid), playing with her in tea party, letting her paint his face (of course he'd be a little grumpy but never taking it out on her), DEFINITELY doing all other things like taking her on to pod races while they two eat popcorn and dish about everyone with almost the same frown

🍼Futuredad!Anakin who would be unstoppable duo with his little girl; both probably hating sand, doing all mischievous things and this attitudeeeee

🍼Futuredad!Anakin who wouldn't stop at one kid with you (if you'd even want more)

TAG LIST: @kingdomhate @ysrjune @heartsforanakin @divineani @erosmutt @emmaloo21 @haydenlovers @haydensprettyprincess @lunalitva @catnipaddictt

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#imagining anakin doing a little girl's hair is such a cute thing omg #one of my faves #anakin skywalker fanfiction

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jediwrites · 7 months ago

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now that im free from uni work i can finally write and read as many fics that i want ☝🏼😭

so today i started to write an anakin x senator reader fic *slightly* christmas themed, let's see if i will be able to post it... *i had so many ideas with a senator reader omg*

#anakin x reader #jediwrites' notes

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jediwrites · 7 months ago

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thank youu❤️

slice of life: jedi edition ch.1

//Anakin Skywalker x Jedi Knight Reader

this is pure fluff and nothing more. (+1k) warning: a lot of kissing and nonsense stuff that came out of my head

Your fingers brushed the soft curls of Anakin’s hair, his head resting in your chest, while his arms surrounded you. The sound of your calm heartbeat and the gentle cuddling was making the man fall asleep again. Unfortunately, the shy sun’s rays entering through the window indicated that soon you would have to part ways.

"Ani, you already gave a class to the Younglings, right?"

"Yeah… why?"

"Master Yoda asked me to take care of them this week." You said. “I’m trying to think about some things I can show them.”

Anakin stayed still for a moment, making you think he slept again. But without a warning, he tightens his arm around you, making a sound like he is straightening out. Laughing, you tried to push him off.

Anakin raised his head, one of his arms over your belly, while the other was supporting his body. Gazing at you, he gave you a faked pity look. “That’s a horrible thing to ask someone, doesn't he know that?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “It’s not that terrible.”

“If you say so.” He said with a sarcastic tone, burying his face in your neck, making you giggle. "If I remember right, I tried to tell them about my own stories, but they only wanted to know about lightsaber tricks."

His eyes got back to yours, a boyish grin plastered in his face. "Though I can't blame them for that, they know the fun part."

You snorted. "I don’t know about that, levitating things with your mind seems more fun."

His lips curled, saying in a playful tone “Maybe you’re right”, before locking your lips together.

After some time, you and Anakin had to rise from the comfort of the bed. You finished putting your belt over your clothes and looked at him, his back to you while he picked up his tunic on the chair. You smirked, an idea passing though your mind.

“I was thinking-”

“No,” Anakin said flatly, putting on the tunic and turning to you.

“You don’t even know what I have to say,” you huffed, exasperated.

Crossing his arms, he gave you a look. “You don’t need to, I know exactly what you will say and my answer is no.”

“You clearly don’t.” You imitate his pose.

“Okay, so continue then.”

You got to him, putting your hands on his shoulder, feeling the man softening under your touch.

“I was thinking that would be perfect if you showed up.”

“No.” Giving a quick peck on your lips, he got out of your embrace, catching his robe and belt off the floor.

“Come on, Ani,” you begged. “You are not that bad with children, they love you, it will be amazing.”

“I already had an experience with them worth a lifetime, darling, I don't want to repeat that.” He finished with his belt, and looked at you. “You’re asking for an impossible thing.”

“Fine.” You crossed your arms, with a little pout on your lips that made him chuckle.

He then stepped to you, pulling you by your hips and closing the gap between your lips.

It was now your time to melt under his touch.

You were standing at one of the windows of the Jedi Temple’s corridor, sight fixed at the skyline of speeders going on in the distance, the hurried pace of Coruscant seemed to be the same as your heart. Sighing, you gazed at the final of the corridor, expecting to see Master Yoda, but he was nowhere.

You shouldn’t be so nervous about having to take care of the Younglings — it would be only a few days, a break from the battlefield. However, to you, as a Jedi Knight, everything that involved teaching the Jedi Younglings — and Padawans —, seemed to carry a heavy weight to it. They are the future of the Order after all.

Closing your eyes, you tried to ease your feelings, focusing on the warmth of the sun in your face. Inhale. Exhale. After some time you could only feel the Force through your body.

“This view is really beautiful, don’t you think?” Someone said behind you, getting you out of your meditation.

Turning to the familiar voice, you got Anakin looking directly at you, a smile on his face. Grasping his comment, a smile emerges on yours, with your heart going back to the rapidly beating from early, but now for a different reason.

Before you could respond to him, a group of Jedi Padawans entered the corridor, making you stiffen in your positions, the warm smile fading away. Anakin sighed.

“I thought you were with the Chancellor,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

“We will meet later today.” Anakin looks around. “So, where are they?

“Who?”

“The Younglings, I thought we would show them some lightsaber tricks.”

The sudden appearance of Anakin made you rapidly forget about your upcoming task. You arched your eyebrow. “We?”

“Well, I changed my mind.” He shrugged.

The group passed you two, some greetings were exchanged between you before they got going down the corridor until they were out of sight. Coming closer to you, Anakin whispered. “And to be honest, even if I find it terrible, what I wouldn’t do for you, hm?”

You crooked your head, a smirk appearing in your face. “Actually, there are things-”

Anakin rolled his eyes. “For the last time, I won’t let my beard grow.”

The first time you said such thing, he shot you a look that you will always remember and laugh at.

“Fine, your choice, but know that you are preventing all of us from witnessing a masterpiece.” Touching this matter seemed to get under Anakin’s skin for some reason, and you found it very funny. You strongly believed in your assumption, though. “And I said to let it grow when you get older, Master Kenobi is such a cute with that beard of his.”

The disbelief in Anakin’s face was noticeable, but before he could respond, a thud startled you. You stepped away hastily. Turning to where the sound came, you face Master Yoda, a bengal stick in his hand and a questioning look.

“Master Yoda.” You shifted your gaze to your hands. “Hope the Younglings are fine for today.”

You hold yourself from cringing at your own words. You definitely could pretend better than that, but not with Yoda, it seemed.

“Very excited they are, young one.”

“I hope you don’t mind if I come together, Master,” Anakin said, trying to ease the tension.

“He offered to help me today.” A smile brightened your expression again. “I clearly wouldn’t declined this kind offer.”

Anakin playfully rolled his eyes, exchanging looks with you.

“A surprise, this is.” Yoda looked at the two young Jedi. “Skywalker coming back to work with the Younglings, had never thought I would see.”

“Sometimes it is good to give a second try.”

The older Jedi shotted him a smile. “Right you are, young Skywalker.”

A/N: after so many tries, i was finally able to write one of my ideas down. i didn't liked it that much (idk i feel like i dont know how to write anakin yet), but eh anyway :)) i tried to revise throughly this one before posting, but if you find any grammar mistake, please let me know. dividers are from this post.

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jediwrites · 7 months ago

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trying to write in english is killing me

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jediwrites · 7 months ago

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slice of life: jedi edition ch.1

//Anakin Skywalker x Jedi Knight Reader

this is pure fluff and nothing more. (+1k)

warning: a lot of kissing and nonsense stuff that came out of my head

"Ani, you already gave a class to the Younglings, right?"

"Yeah… why?"

"Master Yoda asked me to take care of them this week." You said. “I’m trying to think about some things I can show them.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “It’s not that terrible.”

His eyes got back to yours, a boyish grin plastered in his face. "Though I can't blame them for that, they know the fun part."

You snorted. "I don’t know about that, levitating things with your mind seems more fun."

His lips curled, saying in a playful tone “Maybe you’re right”, before locking your lips together.

“I was thinking-”

“No,” Anakin said flatly, putting on the tunic and turning to you.

“You don’t even know what I have to say,” you huffed, exasperated.

Crossing his arms, he gave you a look. “You don’t need to, I know exactly what you will say and my answer is no.”

“You clearly don’t.” You imitate his pose.

“Okay, so continue then.”

You got to him, putting your hands on his shoulder, feeling the man softening under your touch.

“I was thinking that would be perfect if you showed up.”

“No.” Giving a quick peck on your lips, he got out of your embrace, catching his robe and belt off the floor.

“Come on, Ani,” you begged. “You are not that bad with children, they love you, it will be amazing.”

“I already had an experience with them worth a lifetime, darling, I don't want to repeat that.” He finished with his belt, and looked at you. “You’re asking for an impossible thing.”

“Fine.” You crossed your arms, with a little pout on your lips that made him chuckle.

He then stepped to you, pulling you by your hips and closing the gap between your lips.

It was now your time to melt under his touch.

Closing your eyes, you tried to ease your feelings, focusing on the warmth of the sun in your face. Inhale. Exhale. After some time you could only feel the Force through your body.

“This view is really beautiful, don’t you think?” Someone said behind you, getting you out of your meditation.

Before you could respond to him, a group of Jedi Padawans entered the corridor, making you stiffen in your positions, the warm smile fading away. Anakin sighed.

“I thought you were with the Chancellor,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

“We will meet later today.” Anakin looks around. “So, where are they?

“Who?”

“The Younglings, I thought we would show them some lightsaber tricks.”

The sudden appearance of Anakin made you rapidly forget about your upcoming task. You arched your eyebrow. “We?”

“Well, I changed my mind.” He shrugged.

You crooked your head, a smirk appearing in your face. “Actually, there are things-”

Anakin rolled his eyes. “For the last time, I won’t let my beard grow.”

The first time you said such thing, he shot you a look that you will always remember and laugh at.

“Master Yoda.” You shifted your gaze to your hands. “Hope the Younglings are fine for today.”

You hold yourself from cringing at your own words. You definitely could pretend better than that, but not with Yoda, it seemed.

“Very excited they are, young one.”

“I hope you don’t mind if I come together, Master,” Anakin said, trying to ease the tension.

“He offered to help me today.” A smile brightened your expression again. “I clearly wouldn’t declined this kind offer.”

Anakin playfully rolled his eyes, exchanging looks with you.

“A surprise, this is.” Yoda looked at the two young Jedi. “Skywalker coming back to work with the Younglings, had never thought I would see.”

“Sometimes it is good to give a second try.”

The older Jedi shotted him a smile. “Right you are, young Skywalker.”

#jediwrites' fics #anakin is my sweet boy :(((#anakin x reader #anakin skywalker x fem reader #star wars fanfiction #sw fanfic #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin skywalker x jedi reader #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x you

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jediwrites · 8 months ago

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screaming, crying, throwing up, as I force myself to write a story i'm very passionate about and love writing and have no obligation to write except that i want to

#me core #writing

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jediwrites · 8 months ago

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😭❤️

this won’t work

pairing: anakin skywalker x jedi knight fem!reader

theme: angst/comfort

summary: after a mission, you’re feeling like shit, anakin comes to comfort you.

warnings: a little angst, but we get the confort part too :) mentions of nightmares, toxic thinking (i guess? idk how to name it sorry), sad feelings, probably grammar mistakes

word count: 881

A/N: hello there, just a small work to start (idk if i can call this angst?). i'm really excited to share this with y’all, it’s far from the best but i liked how it turned out. this is the first time i post my writing, so i'm afraid, but really happy too, so i hope yall like it. if you want to make a request (or just want to talk) feel free to ask!

You felt the sweat getting down on your forehead and spine with every swing of your saber, your hands held the base with a strong grip, trying to stop the trembling. You had been in the training room for hours. It was probably late at night, but you didn’t care. You would be there until your body ran out of energy or ran out of those feelings that were consuming your very being. The meditation wasn’t working, so the saber fight had to.

You shouldn’t be letting those feelings consume you. So much shame, regret, anger. You were a Jedi, for the Maker’s sake. It seems like you were incapable of controlling it, though. You had failed them, how it would be possible for you to not feel anything?

Since the attack of Grievous and his droids, it has been impossible for you to have a good night. Every time you tried to close your eyes and let sleep take you, the sounds of screams and shots flood your dreams, with the creepy laugh of the cyborg being the melody of them. So you wake up more tired than before. Wanting to run away from those memories, your mind came to the idea that if you worked your body to exhaustion, you probably wouldn’t have dreams or nightmares.

“This won’t work at all” a voice suddenly filled the room, startling you and making you come to a halt. Your distraction almost got you hit by a blaster, but you deflected it with a fast swing of your lightsaber. With a command, you turned off the droid.

“You scared me, you idiot!”

The man laughed. “Well, I can’t say that wasn’t my objective.”

Rolling your eyes, you retracted your lightsaber, putting it in your belt. Drying the sweat from your forehead with your robe’s sleeve, you turned in his direction.

Looking at Anakin made your heart skip a beat. That’s probably because of the intensive training you were doing seconds ago, nothing related to the man, of course. Crossing your arms over your chest, you spoke:

“I thought you were on a mission.” You weren’t expecting to see him so soon, but you felt the relief of seeing Anakin again getting through your body.

“You thought right, but the council called me to get back to Coruscant.” Anakin had his arms crossed in his back, with every word he did say, he gave a step to your direction. You kept still, waiting. With only a small distance between you, Anakin put one of his hands on your shoulder, squeezing softly. “Are you alright?”

His caring tone made you break. Before you could prevent it, your eyes were burning and your face was buried in his chest, with his arms around you. You were crying like a baby, probably his robe would be wet after that, but you couldn't care less, neither could he.

After some time of your crying being the only sound in the room, you calmed down, feeling Anakin’s hand soothing your back. You missed him so much.

“It’s alright, you’ll be alright.”

You moved your head from his chest, being able to see his face without getting away from his embrace. Anakin got a small smile on his lips, you could see the sadness in his eyes. He knew very well what you were feeling. Losing men to the battle wasn't an easy thing that you could just forget that happened, but going on after surviving and fighting for those who had fallen was the best to do. Dwelling in the possibilities of what could have happened if another decision or move had been taken, wouldn’t bring anything good.

Letting his mechanic hand on your back, he put the other in your face, getting rid of the remaining tears from your cheeks. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You thought about it. Maybe it would help, the last time you spoke about the fateful day was with the council, and if you would be honest you didn’t say everything. Right, you told them how you and the soldiers got to fight Grievous and the casualties, but besides the strategic thing — and the tragedy —, you didn't say anything more. In your mind, telling them about how this mission affected you would make them perceive you as weak, or worse, perceive you as someone incapable of returning to the battlefield. So to not give chances, you kept every feeling to yourself.

“No,” you said. “Not now, at least.”

Having Anakin in your arms made you feel more at ease. It was ironic how this very man, who has a mixture of emotions flooding from himself, was the one capable of soothing your stormy feelings.

A thought passed through your mind, making you a bit embarrassed. Wanting to hide this from him, you got your head back in his chest, tightening even more your arms around him.

“But I will be glad if you could stay with me, like this, for tonight,” you whispered, a comment only for his ears.

The sound of his laugh made a smile appear on your lips. “My beautiful girl, you don’t have to ask again.” Anakin kissed the top of your head, whispering back. “I won't let you go from my arms tonight” or ever.

#thank youuu <33 #the tags omg #crying right now #😭😭

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jediwrites · 8 months ago

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this won’t work

pairing: anakin skywalker x jedi knight fem!reader

theme: angst/comfort

summary: after a mission, you’re feeling like shit, anakin comes to comfort you.

warnings: a little angst, but we get the confort part too :) mentions of nightmares, toxic thinking (i guess? idk how to name it sorry), sad feelings, probably grammar mistakes

word count: 881

“You scared me, you idiot!”

The man laughed. “Well, I can’t say that wasn’t my objective.”

Rolling your eyes, you retracted your lightsaber, putting it in your belt. Drying the sweat from your forehead with your robe’s sleeve, you turned in his direction.

“I thought you were on a mission.” You weren’t expecting to see him so soon, but you felt the relief of seeing Anakin again getting through your body.

After some time of your crying being the only sound in the room, you calmed down, feeling Anakin’s hand soothing your back. You missed him so much.

“It’s alright, you’ll be alright.”

Letting his mechanic hand on your back, he put the other in your face, getting rid of the remaining tears from your cheeks. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” you said. “Not now, at least.”

Having Anakin in your arms made you feel more at ease. It was ironic how this very man, who has a mixture of emotions flooding from himself, was the one capable of soothing your stormy feelings.

A thought passed through your mind, making you a bit embarrassed. Wanting to hide this from him, you got your head back in his chest, tightening even more your arms around him.

“But I will be glad if you could stay with me, like this, for tonight,” you whispered, a comment only for his ears.

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