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padmidala · 7 years

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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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