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[seraphrelic]

hey just curious if you’ve started higher ground yet and if so (it’s alright if not) how you like it so far, or when you do watch i would love some updates cuz not enough people talk about the show and i love hearing new opinions

HIIII i have!! i’m maybe 3 episodes in i think? I would’ve watched more but school lately has been a bit of a pain in the ass but thankfully summer’s just around the corner LOL

as for my genuine thoughts, I love it! I think it really portrays the emotions each character could be feeling, and it definitely holds up despite being a show released 25 years ago 🙏 I really can’t wait to continue on with it

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⟡ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ONLY IN THE SHADOWS — Anakin Skywalker x reader.

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SUMMARY: Two Jedi navigate the difficult the impossible line between loyalty and longing.

A/N: i was YEARNING for anakin angst for so long i took matters into my own hands </3 a little rushed n rough around the edges but let’s ignore that🤞

WARNINGS: heartbreak, forbidden love, public humiliation

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Whatever you were doing, it was dangerous, unthinkable, even. Something the Jedi code would’ve never allowed, not in a million years.

And yet, here you were with the infamous Skywalker, a last name recognisable within the entire galaxy, right in your bed. Your head was gently placed on his torso, hearing his heartbeat and the occasional rise of his chest.

The silence between you was peaceful, nothing was meant to be said, just the both of you here, in this moment, was enough.

A constant loop. The two of you, sneaking around, hiding, knowing this shouldn’t take place. You’d promise each other no more, yet those empty vows would be broken, over and over.

“Anakin?” Your voice hummed against his chest, causing his gaze to shift from the dimly lit corner of your room, back to the crown of your head, resting just beneath his chin.

He didn’t say anything, just hummed in response, awaiting to hear whatever was on your mind, what you had to say.

“Do you think-“ Trailing off, you tried to find the right words to form your thoughts, to make them sound meaningful.

“Do you think if we weren’t Jedi, we’d be able to live like this freely? No Jedi code, nothing to hold us back?”

Those words rung in his ears louder than any command the Council had ever given him, louder than duty, louder than reason.

He wanted to give you an honest answer, but he couldn’t. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. It was the kind of question that didn’t have a correct way to answer it.

As the stillness settled, you took Anakin’s silence as an answer to your quiet wondering.

Eventually, you allowed sleep to overtake you, muffling any thoughts still lingering in your mind about the Jedi, anything even merely connected to him.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

The mornings always ended up cold, subconsciously reaching for the warmth you fell asleep with, only to be met with disappointment.

Same routine every time. The both of you would fall asleep, tangled in each other, to then open your eyes to an empty space, just a faint scent indicating his presence the night before.

It drilled a hole within you each time, even though you understood, you had to. Jedi weren’t meant to be this close, this deep in feelings, and yet you couldn’t brush it away.

With a sigh, you slipped your Jedi robes on, the hilt of your lightsaber sliding into the side of the uniform with a gentle click.

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“Y/n!” A familiar voice called out, followed by Ahsoka who ran up to you in the hall, a smile painted across her face. „Where’ve you been?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, a little worried now. „Did something happen?”

„Well, there’s gonna be a mission soon. You’ll join me and my master,”

Joining Ahsoka with Anakin. Seemed like an interesting turn of events, not like you had any plans for today anyway.

A part of you felt a little nervous. You hadn’t seen him at all, then again, it was only the morning — he usually was busy at this time.

Boarding the ship was a fast process, per usual. Exceptionally quiet, maybe because everyone was still a little droopy, you hoped.

Anakin sat in the pilot seat, right next to you. His gaze was locked on avoiding any obstacles, but he could’ve said something, you thought.

Ahsoka was in the middle of you, cleaning up the hilt of her lightsaber. Perhaps the silence also bothered her as much as it bothered you.

„Is something the matter, Skywalker?” Upon hearing those words, his gaze instinctively drifted to your features. „No, why?” He answered, trying to dismiss any concerns you might’ve had.

He sounded calm, nothing that could’ve indicated anything otherwise, but it didn’t sound believable, not really.

It was always like this. Beneath the moonlight, his eyes had this certain look in them, as if you were the only person in the entire galaxy. Like only you mattered.

In the daytime, things were different, as expected. Playing the role of two Jedi, completing their duties with no strings attached. A cycle you had to endure.

And yet, sometimes you hoped it could’ve been different. It was a false hope, you were well aware, but nothing could’ve dulled the ache. The want in not needing to hide your feelings with the Jedi anymore.

Ahsoka glanced at the both of you, even though it was obvious she was pretending to not pay attention to the short conversation. Not that she suspected anything, though.

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The mission went well. That’s what you would’ve said if not for the fact that you were attacked by bounty hunters, not like they stood a chance.

„Snips, stay put!” Anakin exclaimed, not even waiting for Ahsoka’s answer, currently in a battle with one of the enemies, occasionally glancing back at you.

Your lightsaber worked overtime, blocking every hit that went your way, the Jedi title in front of your name didn’t stand there for no reason. It was an indication of your training, growing strength over the years.

„Y/n, behind you!” Ahsoka raised her voice, only now noticing the bounty hunter creeping up, but it was too late.

All the others were fought off, but this specific one ended up slicing your shoulder, just a bit.

Anakin’s lightsaber seeped right through him shortly after, but missed catching your body to dull the pain appearing shortly.

Your teeth gritted against each other, brows scrunched together, wincing when your fingers brushed against the clothed wound.

„Kriff, just hold on!” Ahsoka hurriedly put her lightsabers away, the only thing you managed to remember before your vision started to blur and softly blacken.

Warmth. The sound of crackling fire humming in your ears, your eyesight becoming more vivid with each blink.

„She’s reckless.”

„Cut her some slack, she was just caught offguard,”

It was clear they were having a conversation, but a part of you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe it was about you? Sure, you could’ve stopped the bounty hunter in time, but a tragedy didn’t happen.

Your eyes closed shut as the pain in your upper shoulder appeared once more, your arms shaking just a bit as you sat up straight.

Eyes locking almost immediately with Anakin felt uncertain, like you weren’t even aware of what to expect from him.

Ahsoka shot you a warm, sympathetic smile. Clearly she was the one that bandaged you up. Anakin didn’t, his expression was the opposite, now that you were able to compare it to his Padawan.

„I’ll uhm—I’ll leave you to it,” Sensing the uneasy silence, the ship suddenly became very interesting, like it needed something to be checked, fixed, leaving the two of you alone.

„What was that?” His expression was unreadable, yet his words were laced with irritation, you could tell. „I’m sorry?”

„You really couldn’t fight him off? He could’ve brought an end to your life, and you don’t care?”

Your eyebrows scrunched together, trying to figure out where this was coming from. It’s not like the mission failed, so why was he overreacting?

„I was just surprised, is all.” You shot back, your tone becoming a little snarky now. Just the night before, he held you close to his chest, now this?

„You’re too reckless,” He replied, his voice sounding more annoyed.

With a forced laugh, you raised your eyebrows. „Oh, and you’re not? How many ships have you crashed from your thinking?”

„If you even think, that is. Sometimes it seems like you don’t.”

That was the last straw for Anakin. He shot you a glare you couldn’t quite decipher, watching his hand pinch the bridge of his nose.

The atmosphere was tense. It was evident he was upset, but was he really this riled up over a minor accident, or was it something else?

„Look, I don’t know what happened, but you can talk to me,” This time, your voice was a lot softer, wanting to figure out what exactly was bothering him.

„Just forget it, maybe Snips needs some help.” His words were harsh, cutting deeper than any wound could. He got up, the sound of his footsteps shortly disappearing.


That night, it was difficult to fall asleep. Your mind kept returning back to the conversation between you and the Jedi, trying to get a sense of understanding.

You knew he wasn’t asleep, even though he was a bit further than you. Tossing and turning was a clear sign of it.

Biting your lip, you tried to suppress any words that could’ve come out, but to no use.

„Ani?”

It came out muffled, almost like a whisper, careful enough to not wake up Ahsoka, but loud enough for Anakin, who was wide awake, to hear.

„Hm?” That sound startled you just slightly, but it was nice to hear him not pissed off by Maker knows what.

For a moment, you hesitated. What could you even say, come join me?

„My shoulder still hurts, could you check?”

That was the dumbest excuse you’ve ever said. It was obviously a way to get him next to you, to warm up the empty sleeping bag.

After a moment of silence, he finally turned around, locking eyes with yours. For a moment, you hoped that he was about to do what you asked for.

„Y’know we can’t, right? Not how things work,” Somehow, that was painful to hear. Almost like a rejection, even though he had a point.

„Right, yeah,” Your gaze drifted off of him to the ground. „Sorry, for asking—I mean,”

Normally, he would’ve offered you some other form of comfort. Like a smile, maybe whisper some sweet-nothings in your ear to help you sleep better.

„Get some sleep, hm?” His words were neutral, no emotions lingering. No smile attached, just the brief gaze at you before turning around, his back facing you now.

It stung. It really did. You weren’t sure what was going on, but there was definitely something lingering between the both of you.

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Over the course of the next few days, it continued. Short glances, no more time spent together, nothing. Your shoulder wasn’t as sore anymore, but even that could take your mind off of Anakin.

It was selfish, you thought. He had his own duties, whether it was his own work or something to do with the clones, he couldn’t offer you all of his time.

But surely, a little wouldn’t hurt?

After your training with the younglings, you spotted a familiar, dark robe in the hallway, curls you would’ve recognised anywhere. Nobody was around, this was your chance.

„Anakin? Do you have a moment?” You watched him stiffen up, as if startled, but he wouldn’t show it too much. His back wasn’t facing you anymore, which was some sort of progress.

He didn’t speak, just simply waited for you to continue.

„I just, I wanted to ask if anything’s wrong, maybe we need to talk—„

„There’s nothing to talk about.”

What? Nothing to talk about when he’s been acting weird, treating you completely differently?

„No, I think there is. A lot, actually.” As he was about to turn away, your hand gripped his arm, careful to not let go.

Anakin was most likely about to say something, when suddenly Obi-Wan crossed the corner.

“Anakin, may I speak to you?” His voice was calm, almost as if he didn’t suspect a thing about what you two were talking about.

“Yes, Obi-Wan.” He replied, his voice monotone. He simply shared a quick glance with you, your grip subconsciously loosening.

Obi-wan’s gaze lingered on you, his expression a little puzzled. “Hope I didn’t interrupt anything?”

“Oh, not at all. He’s all yours,” The smile you gave him was forced. Of course, you weren’t upset with Kenobi, not at all, but he really could’ve chosen a different time.

They both paced the hallways in silence, before Obi-Wan cleared his throat. “You two are close,”

Anakin’s jaw tightened almost immediately, but his expression remained calm. “No, not really, She’s a good Jedi, is all.”

Obi-Wan nodded, pausing slightly. He gathered his thoughts for a moment before speaking up.

“Do take care, Anakin. The line between closeness and attachment can be, imperceptible.”

Anakin’s eyes were unreadable, his gaze shifting from the floor to his former master. “I haven’t crossed it.”

Obi-Wan knew well. He was able to tell what his past apprentice was going through. By no means was Anakin a person easy to read.

From that point on, Anakin actively avoided you, at first it was pretty subtle. His presence was missed in rooms he’d usually be in, not a bit deal, you thought.

Anytime you stepped into a room, he’d always have an excuse up his sleeve to leave, which raised your suspicions.

The final blow was him walking past you, ignoring anything you did to grab his attention. That was a new low, especially from him.

Of course, deeper relationships with the Jedi were prohibited, both of you knew, but did you truly deserve to be treated like this?

Absolutely not. So you followed him, right down to the war room hallway, filled with Jedi and clones.

“Anakin—please!” In a flash of helplessness, you call out to him, causing heads to turn from all around, just not his. Not yet.

Your voice was low, trembling.

“You can’t keep doing this, I don’t even know what we are anymore—If we’re anything, if we ever were—“

Your words were cut off with Anakin turning around, a blank expression on his face. He didn’t even let you finish.

“General L/N,” He trails off, loud enough for the other Jedi to hear. “These kinds of..forbidden feelings are unacceptable within the Jedi code.”

The room was silent. Dead quiet. It’s like time was completely stopped.

Your breath stopped, lips slightly parted, eyebrows scrunched and eyes already filled with tears. You didn’t expect such humiliation.

“Is that really what it was to you?” Your voice shaky, trembling, but he didn’t react. Not one bit. He just turned around and walked away. Stiff, unreadable.

Leaving you in absolute pieces under a thousand, watchful eyes.

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⟡ 𓂃 ࣪˖ RESTLESS NIGHTS — Luke Skywalker x reader.

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SUMMARY: An overnight mission revealed some hidden feelings.

A/N: I was rewatching stranger things and in season 2, episode 6 if i recall?? nancy and jonathan spent the night over at murray’s place so that’s where I got the inspo from for this :p you can find part one to this here

WARNINGS: none

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„It’s mandatory?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. Nobody has had a word with you yet regarding this matter, but you didn’t question Luke.

„Yeah—No, I mean, yeah, you’re supposed to assist with me with this mission, like some help or, something.”

Luke looked down to the ground for second, his hand finding its way towards the back of his neck, his golden strand of hair falling to his face, just slightly.

„When’s the mission, tomorrow?” Your words were laced with hidden excitement, this being your first official mission.

„Yeah, tomorrow. I’ll see you by my ship in the morning, yeah?” He locked eyes with yours, his typical smile painted all over his face.

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Flying with Luke was quite the fun experience, he wasn’t a reckless pilot, quite the opposite; but he still knew how to keep things interesting.

„We’re gonna land soon, hold on.” His brows furrowed in concentration, flashing you a grin, the orange-lensed goggles covering his eyes, just slightly.

„Make sure to not kill us, Pilot.”

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

The mission went rather well. You managed to retrieve a sensitive package from a Rebel contact. It wasn’t explosive or dramatic — just crucial intelligence.

The planet itself was mostly dead. Meaning, there weren’t any species to locate, no residents. Covered in thick trees and occasional rain, it was quite the hideout from any possible trouble.

Unfortunately, due to your luck, the planet’s comms systems were jammed, too much of a risk.

„Luke, just leave it. We can try again tomorrow, hm?” Glancing at him, his fingers were trying out all sorts of way to fix the transmitter.

„Yeah, guess so. I just don’t know what happened,”

„Calm down, I’m sure it’s fine. Why don’t you leave that, and instead we find the safehouse?” His eyes rose up from the device to glance at yours, a subtle nod that gave you all the answers you needed.

Since this was mostly supposed to be a few hour mission, the both of you didn’t pack accordingly to not bring any extra luggage to the ship.

But of course, you still were given the directions to the safehouse on the planet incase something happened, in this situation, it did.

The moment you stepped out of the ship with Luke, your hand immediately gripped the blaster located on your thigh, just in case.

Both of you travelled in silence, not really saying a word to each other. You so wanted to speak up, but had no idea what exactly you could even say to Luke.

Eventually, the building was located. A little hidden within the forest, which just proved it was a good spot.

Luke held the door open for you, to which you replied with a smile, stepping in.

The safehouse itself looked a little abandoned, not in a tragic state, just proof that nobody has been here for a while. A little small, but definitely had a good amount of space to work with.

„Home sweet home, huh?” Luke chuckled, immediately regretting his words, glancing at the side of your face.

„It looks, cozy,” With an awkward laugh, you stepped a little closer, allowing your eyes to roam around.

There was a small area, most likely the kitchen, a couch with a small table nearby, and the closed door was what you assumed to be the bedroom.

„Let’s go check it out,” You said abruptly, your hand finding his as you practically pulled him gently, his eyes wide followed by a toothy grin.

Sliding the door open, your expectations were met with disappointment by the fact that there was only one bed. A troublesome issue hence the fact that it was the two of you.

Luke’s eyes darted to yours almost instantly, his lips opening up immediately.

„I’ll take the couch, not an issue,” His voice was a little awkward, hesitant, but confident, as if he already knew this was bound to happen.

„Right—Yeah, that’s fine,”

Sharing another look, he flashed you another one of his smiles before leaving you alone, the sound of footsteps slowly fading away.

The entire situation felt a little different. Not weird or anything, in fact, you were more than happy to be able to attend a mission, to get to know what the process looks like.

With a sigh, you took the time to finally change out of your clothes, wanting nothing more but to slip into something comfortable and try to somehow make it through the night.

Which, ended up being another challenge. No amount of tossing and turning allowed you to get any silver of sleep. Not even the pouring rain outside could muffle the ache within.

You sat up and swung your legs over the side, rather sharply. Not even your eyes could get a little rest.

Maybe it was a matter of thirst? Yeah, that sounded about right.

Quiet footsteps echoed through the room, your fingers gently opening the door, trying to not make any sound.

Everything was going fine, until—

„Are you okay?”

„Holy Kriff—Luke!” You jumped, clearly startled, his expression turned into a tight wince spread across his face. „Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,”

„It’s fine just—I didn’t wake you, did I?” Your look softening, a bit of guilt creeping up as the question escaped your lips.

„What? Oh, no, not at all, I just couldn’t sleep, yeah.” He mentally punched himself, he really did sound awkward.

„Okay then, I’m gonna grab some water, goodnight,” The two of you exchanged another one of those glances, where you both wanted more in that moment.

„Mhm,” Luke nodded, his eyes following you as you disappeared into the kitchen.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Same exact situation, again. Your eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, this time with a full glass of water placed on the bedside table.

Your mind kept wandering back to Luke. The way he was already awake by the time you left, almost as if he was going through the same thing.

It wouldn’t be selfish to maybe, go see him again? Just to make sure he’s okay, that nothing got to him, or whatever.

Once more, you abruptly got up from the comfort and warmth of the bed, your fingers hesitantly brushing against the doorknob before opening it.

The moment you stepped out, your head bumped against something — rather, someone.

„By the stars—Luke?” Your eyes opened to reveal the blonde once again that night, a look of confusion splattered all across your features.

„I—I wanted to check up on you, make sure that you’re okay and all,” He trailed off, his eyes wandering everywhere just not your own gaze.

With an annoyed scoff, you couldn’t take it anymore. You gripped his shirt, practically yanking him closer before smashing your lips together.

His eyes went wide, but immediately returned the kiss, melting underneath your touch. His hands finding your waist, pulling you closer, allowing your fingers to slide into his hair.

After a moment has passed, the both of you pulled away, equally as flustered from the sudden brush of lips.

„That was,” You let your words fade, as if trying to process what just happened between the two of you.

„Yeah.”

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[seraphrelic]

PLZ MORE LUKE !!! maybe you could write about luke and reader in that more than friends stage 🙏🙏

GIRLL i’ve got youu💗 you can find it here!!

[seraphrelic]

⟡ 𓂃 ࣪˖ RESTLESS NIGHTS — Luke Skywalker x reader.

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SUMMARY: An overnight mission revealed some hidden feelings.

A/N: I was rewatching stranger things and in season 2, episode 6 if i recall?? nancy and jonathan spent the night over at murray’s place so that’s where I got the inspo from for this :p you can find part one to this here

WARNINGS: none

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„It’s mandatory?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. Nobody has had a word with you yet regarding this matter, but you didn’t question Luke.

„Yeah—No, I mean, yeah, you’re supposed to assist with me with this mission, like some help or, something.”

Luke looked down to the ground for second, his hand finding its way towards the back of his neck, his golden strand of hair falling to his face, just slightly.

„When’s the mission, tomorrow?” Your words were laced with hidden excitement, this being your first official mission.

„Yeah, tomorrow. I’ll see you by my ship in the morning, yeah?” He locked eyes with yours, his typical smile painted all over his face.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Flying with Luke was quite the fun experience, he wasn’t a reckless pilot, quite the opposite; but he still knew how to keep things interesting.

„We’re gonna land soon, hold on.” His brows furrowed in concentration, flashing you a grin, the orange-lensed goggles covering his eyes, just slightly.

„Make sure to not kill us, Pilot.”

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

The mission went rather well. You managed to retrieve a sensitive package from a Rebel contact. It wasn’t explosive or dramatic — just crucial intelligence.

The planet itself was mostly dead. Meaning, there weren’t any species to locate, no residents. Covered in thick trees and occasional rain, it was quite the hideout from any possible trouble.

Unfortunately, due to your luck, the planet’s comms systems were jammed, too much of a risk.

„Luke, just leave it. We can try again tomorrow, hm?” Glancing at him, his fingers were trying out all sorts of way to fix the transmitter.

„Yeah, guess so. I just don’t know what happened,”

„Calm down, I’m sure it’s fine. Why don’t you leave that, and instead we find the safehouse?” His eyes rose up from the device to glance at yours, a subtle nod that gave you all the answers you needed.

Since this was mostly supposed to be a few hour mission, the both of you didn’t pack accordingly to not bring any extra luggage to the ship.

But of course, you still were given the directions to the safehouse on the planet incase something happened, in this situation, it did.

The moment you stepped out of the ship with Luke, your hand immediately gripped the blaster located on your thigh, just in case.

Both of you travelled in silence, not really saying a word to each other. You so wanted to speak up, but had no idea what exactly you could even say to Luke.

Eventually, the building was located. A little hidden within the forest, which just proved it was a good spot.

Luke held the door open for you, to which you replied with a smile, stepping in.

The safehouse itself looked a little abandoned, not in a tragic state, just proof that nobody has been here for a while. A little small, but definitely had a good amount of space to work with.

„Home sweet home, huh?” Luke chuckled, immediately regretting his words, glancing at the side of your face.

„It looks, cozy,” With an awkward laugh, you stepped a little closer, allowing your eyes to roam around.

There was a small area, most likely the kitchen, a couch with a small table nearby, and the closed door was what you assumed to be the bedroom.

„Let’s go check it out,” You said abruptly, your hand finding his as you practically pulled him gently, his eyes wide followed by a toothy grin.

Sliding the door open, your expectations were met with disappointment by the fact that there was only one bed. A troublesome issue hence the fact that it was the two of you.

Luke’s eyes darted to yours almost instantly, his lips opening up immediately.

„I’ll take the couch, not an issue,” His voice was a little awkward, hesitant, but confident, as if he already knew this was bound to happen.

„Right—Yeah, that’s fine,”

Sharing another look, he flashed you another one of his smiles before leaving you alone, the sound of footsteps slowly fading away.

The entire situation felt a little different. Not weird or anything, in fact, you were more than happy to be able to attend a mission, to get to know what the process looks like.

With a sigh, you took the time to finally change out of your clothes, wanting nothing more but to slip into something comfortable and try to somehow make it through the night.

Which, ended up being another challenge. No amount of tossing and turning allowed you to get any silver of sleep. Not even the pouring rain outside could muffle the ache within.

You sat up and swung your legs over the side, rather sharply. Not even your eyes could get a little rest.

Maybe it was a matter of thirst? Yeah, that sounded about right.

Quiet footsteps echoed through the room, your fingers gently opening the door, trying to not make any sound.

Everything was going fine, until—

„Are you okay?”

„Holy Kriff—Luke!” You jumped, clearly startled, his expression turned into a tight wince spread across his face. „Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,”

„It’s fine just—I didn’t wake you, did I?” Your look softening, a bit of guilt creeping up as the question escaped your lips.

„What? Oh, no, not at all, I just couldn’t sleep, yeah.” He mentally punched himself, he really did sound awkward.

„Okay then, I’m gonna grab some water, goodnight,” The two of you exchanged another one of those glances, where you both wanted more in that moment.

„Mhm,” Luke nodded, his eyes following you as you disappeared into the kitchen.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Same exact situation, again. Your eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, this time with a full glass of water placed on the bedside table.

Your mind kept wandering back to Luke. The way he was already awake by the time you left, almost as if he was going through the same thing.

It wouldn’t be selfish to maybe, go see him again? Just to make sure he’s okay, that nothing got to him, or whatever.

Once more, you abruptly got up from the comfort and warmth of the bed, your fingers hesitantly brushing against the doorknob before opening it.

The moment you stepped out, your head bumped against something — rather, someone.

„By the stars—Luke?” Your eyes opened to reveal the blonde once again that night, a look of confusion splattered all across your features.

„I—I wanted to check up on you, make sure that you’re okay and all,” He trailed off, his eyes wandering everywhere just not your own gaze.

With an annoyed scoff, you couldn’t take it anymore. You gripped his shirt, practically yanking him closer before smashing your lips together.

His eyes went wide, but immediately returned the kiss, melting underneath your touch. His hands finding your waist, pulling you closer, allowing your fingers to slide into his hair.

After a moment has passed, the both of you pulled away, equally as flustered from the sudden brush of lips.

„That was,” You let your words fade, as if trying to process what just happened between the two of you.

„Yeah.”

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୨୧ — LUKE SKYWALKER x rebellion helper reader ⋆˙⟡ short ver.

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⊹ Being a member of the Rebellion was extraordinary, an experience like no other. It required skill, courage, and most of all, hope.

⊹ That is, if you were apart of a section as an active participant, which you weren’t. Your job wasn’t anything special, just a mere assistant, helper.

⊹ It’s not like you didn’t enjoy it, Kriff, this wasn’t an opportunity given out to anyone, to be able to help even in the slightest for a good cause. But sometimes, it did feel a little miserable.

⊹ Always waking up in the early, orange sky mornings, expected to be on your feet and fulfill your duties for the day. Which of course, you did, not like you had any other choice.

⊹ Not only was it mandatory for you to assist pilots whenever needed, it was also required for you to have general knowledge about fixing up ships. It was tiring, always leaving you with a bit of grease on your hands, face and sometimes even clothes.

⊹ Nobody really made an effort to talk to you. The general topic was always missions, duties and even more mission talk. It was expected, yes, but there were times where sometimes you wished you could share a conversation with someone.

⊹ Until he came along. The bright-eyed, curious farm boy. Quick learner, always eager to see what kind of sights were left unexplored. Received lots of praises. Golden boy.

⊹ Then, something unexpected happened. He started paying you more attention than anyone else has, so far.

﹒”Hey, wait up!” His words were a little loud, but laced with good intentions. “Never quite got your name,” Jogging, just a little, to catch up with your pace.

﹒You suddenly froze, a bit stunned. “Uhm—It’s Y/n,” Your lips curled up into an awkward smile, not even remembering the last time someone’s asked that. How pathetic did that sound.

﹒”Well, Y/n, thanks for stocking me up with all those supplies. The med kit ended up being quite the useful thing.”

⊹ His golden locks sticked to his forehead, the shirt from his uniform tied around his waist, his undershirt clinging onto his form, and yet that toothy grin was the one feature that really caught your attention.

Luke shortly had to leave you after that, a voice calling him out by his last name, possibly for some extra training. And then it just kept happening.

After his missions, he’d ask about your day, plans, hell, he even invited you a few times to join him and the rest of the crew at the Cantina. It felt a little refreshing, if you had to be honest. Like you were finally apart of something.

He had no idea how much he’s changed things for you, simply doing it out of the kindness of his heart.

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A/N: a little short, i know!!😭 but i was just really eager to get this out there, especially since it’s luke <3 he deserves so much more credit I SWEARRR — I’m also taking requests! mostly for the characters i’ve already written for; but I’m open to any suggestions

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⟡ 𓂃 ࣪˖ BITTER BURN — Han Solo x reader.

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SUMMARY: That wasn’t his right to take. And now, all you were left with was humiliation.

A/N: okay, first of all, I just wanted to apologise for disappearing so suddenly and not posting at all. I wasn’t feeling very confident with my work and honestly, I was a little out of ideas. I really hope this makes it up for that, and there will be a part two! save me han solo 🫦

WARNINGS: slowburn, public humiliation (sort of) angst/hurt, complicated feelings, stolen first kiss, han solo is kind of a jerk but when is he not? brief mention of original character but he doesn’t really have any significant impact (sorry Kalen)

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You’ve known the crew for months now. Travelling hyperspace with them really taught you a few things here and there, but you mostly were able to get to meet all of them.

LUKE was the sweetest, most awkward ever. His wide, blue eyes, curious of the different worlds around him. Always ready for adventure, with sometimes a little recklessness.

CHEWIE was like a walking teddy bear, if he knew how to pilot a ship and a bowcaster. Despite that, he always knew how to offer help whenever needed.

And finally, Han Solo. Oh, you didn’t know where to start with him. Since day one, he’s had you reeled in, always doing something to pull you close.

You knew it was meaningless, that he flirted with any women in his presence, but during those moments, the sound of his low voice whispering something targeted towards you, just for you to hear, how could you not fall for it?

But it was all pointless. He didn’t mean it, he’d just say those things to get you all riled up, ready to do whatever he asked. Whether it was getting him something or taking care of the Falcon’s controls while he’s gone, you always agreed.

Overtime, you noticed Han’s “tricks”. It irritated you, every time you’d tell yourself it would end, but when he’d look at you with those brown eyes, lips curling up into a smirk, your knees went weak every time.

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As of now, you were sat at a random, empty table at a local bar, “Blaster’s End” was it? Either way, it was rather loud, just like any other place of this kind. Dim lighting, the clink of glasses, blaster scorch marks on the wall, giving the place more character.

The rest of your so called “crew” — Han, Chewie and Luke, were crowded around a table in the back, deep in what Han smugly called “guy talk.” Whatever that meant. You didn’t press.

Maybe you just wanted an evening alone, spent with nothing but your thoughts and the occasional refill of your exotic beverage. Being in his presence really wouldn’t let you be this at ease.

As if on cue, the air shifted. A stranger, new set of eyes, stepped up to your table.

“Is this seat taken?” The voice caught your attention, low and warm. Instinctively, you looked up to meet its source.

A young man. Around your age, seemed like. Tousled dark blonde hair, a little grown out. Soft, green-ish hazel eyes, ones that made you wonder what could be behind them.

He gently smiled, awaiting with patience for your answer, which you happily gave, making room for him to sit down.

“Where are my manners? So sorry, I’m Kalen,” He stuck his arm out, a little bigger than yours, glance drifting to a thin, faded scar tracing across his knuckles.

“I’m Y/N,” You happily returned the hand gesture, smiling. In all honesty, you were quite surprised to have somebody go out of their way to get to know you.

Oh, but somebody wasn’t as pleased wit that sight. A certain bounty hunter, notorious for being able to have anybody he so wished to, and yet, his gaze kept averting to the situation unfolding at hand.

No amount of whiskey could dull the bitter ache rising inside him. Not even Luke’s pointless rambling could chase it away.

Who did this guy think he was? Coming out of nowhere, flashing you a grin, he knew it all too well. He knew what that guy wanted. And he for sure wasn’t gonna get it.

“Alright Chewie, Luke, I gotta go see what’s got Y/N laughin’ over there.” He shot them a quick smirk, one that clearly wasn’t the genuine kind.

But they didn’t catch onto it, Luke already gripping onto his drink as if it would run away, even though it was half empty at that point.

Han made his way through the busy bar, pushing some of the other customers when needed. He didn’t care. Not in that moment he didn’t.

The moment your eyes spotted him in the crowd, your eyebrows scrunched. Kriff, what was he doing here? Did something happen?

“Name’s Han Solo, and you are?” His voice spoke up, taking a chance to look Kalen up and down, clearly judging him in his mind, yet his expression gave it all away.

“Uh—Kalen, My name’s Kalen,” He replied to the taller male’s questioning with a confused expression, not really knowing who he was.

“Han, what do you want?” You sighed, rubbing your temple, barely hiding your frustration. “I’m not really in the mood for this right now.”

Han’s eyes flicked between you and Kalen, his jaw tightening just a little before forcing that trademark grin. “Just making sure you’re not gettin’ into trouble.”

“Alright, Kevin, what do you do, exactly?” He asked, clearly faking interest as he crossed his arms, slightly towering over the poor guy.

“It’s Kalen, I’m actually an engineer—“

“Yeah, cute. Anyway,” Han said with a half-smirk, stepping a little closer like he owned the whole damn bar.

Kalen blinked, caught off guard, but didn’t back down. “You don’t have to be so hostile.”

Han chuckled, a low, rough sound. “Hostile? Nah, kid, I’m just making sure you know the score. This here,” He nodded at you.

“she’s not some prize to be won with a few words and a smile.”

Your eyes flicked between the two, heart pounding harder than you wanted to admit. Han’s gaze was sharp, like a blaster aimed right at Kalen.

“And I’m ‘bout to show you how it’s done.” Were Han’s famous last words before pulling you over, using his own knee to hold you gently but firmly in place, planting a quick yet searing kiss on your lips.

Your eyes widened right away, not even having a moment to process what just happened. Han pulled away, his gaze a few seconds too long before turning to Kalen who was just as shocked.

"Now that’s how you leave an impression—“

“Han, by the stars, are you insane?!”

“Sweetheart, I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Han still continued to wear that prideful smirk, as if he’s just done you a favour. He turned around, expecting a flushed look from you, only to be met with the total opposite.

You weren’t happy, not in any sense. In fact, you were furious, left feeling humiliated. What Han did was selfish, embarrassing for you in front of Kalen, but worst of all?

It was your first kiss. Something that should’ve been special, with the right person, was stolen by the wrong person in an inconsiderate manner. Like you were some prize to be won, not a person with feelings.

“What made you think it was okay to do that, you laserbrain?!” You practically yelled at him, catching the attention of others around, including Luke and Chewie from the table at back.

“Oh, come on, princess. It was just a kiss. Not like I took your dignity?”

You couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth, mockingly snorting at them, even. What an absolute moron, he was.

“Just a kiss? That happened to be my first, and you had no right to take it like that.”

This time, Han was unusually silent, in fact; everyone around was. He didn’t have that snarky look anymore, it was something else. Something laced with regret.

“Your first?” His tone was much softer, more quiet. Almost whisper-like, as if he didn’t expect that at all, in fact, nobody did.

“You sure know how to leave an impression. Not necessarily a good one.” Your voice cracked as you struggled to maintain eye contact with him, your eyes slowly filling up with tears. You’ve already faced too much humiliation for one night.

You turned back to your table and grabbed your drink, chugging it in one go. You needed something to numb you, even for just a little bit.

Shooting one last glare at Han, you practically pushed right past him. He didn’t move, not at all, just stood in place, staring at the ground, as if he was feeling shame.

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omg higher ground is sooo worth it to watch. i thought it was gonna be alright but i was very pleasantly surprise, i’ve never been able to find show like it since. the storylines are all good and well thought out and well executed by everyone involved. you should seriously get to it as soon as you can, definitely one of my favorite hayden characters.

OOO thank you anon!! i’ll definitely give it a go soon enough 🙈🙈 i mean it’s about time lol

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hello !! i hope you’re having a good day/night. i was wondering you wrote for scott barringer at all as i saw you wrote for other Hayden characters?

hi!! i hope ur having a good day/night as well :) i have to confess but i’ve never watched it.. #guilty but it’s definitely on my watchlist!! i’ve seen some stuff with him and i have to say — i’m a little curious ! is it worth it??

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⟡ 𓂃 ࣪˖ SWEET SURPRISES — Sam Monroe x reader.

SUMMARY: Sam Monroe doesn’t know how to bake, but when he needs help making a birthday cake for his mom, he turns to you.

A/N: i’m so sorry if this is so sloppy omg.. i have no idea how to write about baking LOL reblogs appreciated !

WARNINGS: no explicit content, swearing (just a little), fluff

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“We’ll be back later, Sammie. Is that alright?” Robin asked, pausing in the doorway with a warm, hopeful smile.

Sam glanced up from where he stood, hands in his pockets. He didn’t roll his eyes or scoff like he might’ve on a normal day. Instead, he gave a small nod — subtle, but real.

Robin’s smile softened, and for a second, her eyes lit up like she saw the boy he used to be. “Alright then,” she said gently. “Be good.”

Sam smirked faintly, barely there. “It’s your birthday. I’ll try.”

That earned a quiet laugh from her — not loud, but full of affection. She reached out and briefly touched his arm before turning to join Peter at the car.

The engine soon started, the sound of the car starting and leaving the driveway present, earning a glance from Sam before he turned his gaze away.

Sam found out last minute — from Peter, of course, that he was responsible for preparing the cake for his mother’s birthday.

Which would’ve been fine, normally he’d just buy something from the store or a bakery nearby, except he couldn’t. All the stores were closed today, so he had no way of getting anything.

He could only scoff sarcastically, rolling his eyes at that, putting two and two together to realise that Peter did this purposefully, taking his mom out for dinner and leaving him the hard part, great.

Figuring he only had a few hours to somehow whip out a dessert, Sam stepped into the kitchen, frantically looking around for any useful ingredients. Not that he even knew what was required to bake a cake.

“Fucking hell,” Sam muttered under his breath, shoving through the kitchen cabinets to find all the unnecessary things. Even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud, he really didn’t want to disappoint his mom, not on her special day.

With an irritated sigh, he finally left the cabinets alone, leaning over the counter instead, trying to gather his thoughts.

He had two options. Either he could walk around town meaninglessly, hoping something’s going to be open,

Or, he could head to your house, which was conveniently two houses away from his. He didn’t even question why you came up into his thoughts.

Maybe it was because you always knew what to do. Or maybe it was because being around you made things feel... less complicated.

Without overthinking it, he tied his shoes and walked out the door — already knowing where his destination was.

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Upon hearing a few knocks on your door, you reassured your mom you’d get it instead of her, and oh, what a surprise would that be.

The moment the door swung open, you could see a familiar face. Jet black hair, smudged eyeliner, messy clothes. Sam Monroe standing right in front of you.

“Sam? What’re you doing here?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow, subconsciously crossing your arms.

He didn’t reply right away, clearing his throat before leaning against the doorframe with his arm.

“I… might need some help,” he muttered, gaze shifting away for a second, like he wasn’t sure if it was okay to ask.

Your eyes narrowed a little, still unsure if you should let him in. “Help with what?”

Sam shifted, a small sigh escaping his lips, his posture more slumped than usual. “I’m supposed to make a cake for my mom’s birthday,” he explained, voice barely above a whisper. “But, uh... I don’t know how to bake.”

You blinked, surprised, your arms relaxing just a bit. “So you came to me because...?”

He shrugged, almost as if the idea hadn’t fully dawned on him, but he already knew he didn’t have much choice. “You’re the only person I know who won’t judge me for not knowing how to bake a fucking cake.”

A small laugh bubbled up from you, and for a moment, the tension between you both lightened. You stepped aside, gesturing for him to come in. “I’ll help. But you’re doing the hard part.”

He smirked, stepping inside, his worn boots making a faint noise on the floor as he dropped his shoulders. “Fair enough.”

Sam untied his shoes and placed them with the other pairs, following you inside your home. It was nice, organised, sort of how he saw you already.

“Miss L/N,” He greeted your mother immediately, figuring it was respectful to do so, even though it felt a little awkward.

She only returned the smile, shortly leaving the both of you alone, kind of like a silent understanding, the subtle wink she gave you almost impossible to miss.

Dismissing your mom’s teasing smile, you led Sam into the kitchen, only then realising you didn’t even know anything about what he wanted exactly.

“What cake did you have in mind?” You suddenly spoke up, turning around as you leaned against the edge of the counter.

“There’s different types?” Sam looked confused, as if he genuinely had no idea what he was even talking about.

“Well, yeah, there’s chocolate, vanilla..Here, I’ll tell you what.” Pushing yourself off of the counter, you walked over to the shelf located not too far away, searching for something.

The moment you found what you were looking for, you pulled the book out, bringing it to Sam to observe.

“I’ve got a few recipes here, do you know what flavours your mom likes?” You turned to face Sam who was standing a lot closer to you now, watching him eye each page.

“No idea.. Hell, I didn’t know all these existed up until now.” Sam smirked, looking confused yet somehow amazed.

Figuring it was probably hopeless to try and read Sam’s thoughts, it was time to take matters into your own hands if you wanted Ms. Monroe’s birthday to not be a fail.

Your hands gently brushed as you flipped the page back to the chocolate cake recipe, but Sam was more focused on your subtle touch just now, not that he’d ever admit it.

Scanning the ingredients, a smile formed over your lips the moment you realised you had all the ingredients needed to prepare the dessert. Thankfully.

Sam simply watched you roam around the kitchen from cabinet to cabinet, from the fridge and back, carrying everything you needed. It was a lot, to him, at least.

“Is that really all we need?” His eyes went over each item displayed on the table, not even knowing where to start.

“Yeah, I’ll teach you how to get started.” You shot back, smiling back at Sam as you crouched for a second, grabbing a huge bowl to begin with. It was spacious, shouldn’t be a problem to work with.

Your fingers pulled the box of eggs closer as you invited Sam to stand closer to you, which he obliged, scanning your movements intently.

“You start with the eggs — you crack them, like this,” you said, tapping an egg on the side of the bowl, your fingers breaking it open. A small splash of the yolk fell into the bowl, the warm yellow contrasting against the white.

Sam’s hand lingered near the bowl, but he didn’t dare move. Instead, he just stared at the crack in your egg, his mind trailing back to the way you looked when your fingers touched — deliberate, soft.

“Your turn,” you said, nudging him, unaware of his thoughts.

He reached for an egg, his fingers brushing yours again, and he swore he felt the jolt of that touch all the way through his chest. With a deep breath, he cracked the egg, a little more clumsily than you, but he tried.

“You’ve got this,” you reassured him, leaning over to fix the small mess he made, your fingers brushing over his. He stiffened for a moment, trying to hide the flush creeping up his neck.

“Right.” Sam cleared his throat, his voice barely above a whisper. “Right.”

You smiled at his nervousness, though you didn’t let it show. The way he was trying, despite his usual indifference, made your chest flutter just slightly.

As the eggs were cracked and the bowl was filled, you turned to grab the flour, but in doing so, a cloud of powdery white dust puffed up from the open bag, lightly dusting your face. You frowned, brushing it off, but before you could grab a towel, Sam was already there, his fingers gently wiping the flour from your cheek.

“You’ve got a little...” he muttered, his voice low, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his thumb lingered just a second too long against your skin, a quiet intimacy in the gesture.

You met his gaze, the moment stretching between you two. Sam didn’t say anything else — he just let his hand fall back to his side. But for a brief moment, it felt like there was more than just cake in the kitchen.

“Thanks,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, the sudden proximity making everything feel a little more real than before.

“Anytime,” Sam replied, his voice strangely soft, though he quickly looked away, clearing his throat.

He stepped back, pretending to focus on the ingredients, but you noticed how his hands fidgeted at his sides. You couldn’t tell if it was because of the cake... or something else entirely.

Fast forward a few hours, the cake has been baked, cooled and was now set on the countertop. A rich, chocolate-y smell filled the room, the both of you enjoying it.

“Now for some finishing touches,” You spoke up, grabbing a spatula and a tub of frosting, allowing Sam to observe.

Sam stood by the counter, arms crossed, watching you with a curious expression. “You make it look easy.”

You smiled, spreading a thick layer of frosting over the top of the cake. “It’s all about patience.

After a few more minutes, the cake was finished. The frosting was smooth, the decoration simple but sweet. You stepped back, admiring your work for a moment before turning to Sam.

“There. All set. This’ll be perfect for your mom.”

Sam glanced down at the cake, his expression unreadable for a second. Then, his lips quirked into a faint smile. “Thanks... I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“It’s nothing, really. Always happy to help,” Your voice was definitely a lot softer now, quiet. Loud enough for Sam to hear, though.

As Sam picked up the cake, the space between you two felt different. There was a subtle shift, something unspoken, as if the afternoon had drawn out something more between you both.

“Thanks, again,” He turned to face you, a genuine smile formed on his face. No hints of sarcasm or anything of that sort.

You wouldn’t admit it, ever, but spending time with Sam was nice, you were glad he came to you with this request, or perhaps, excuse?

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♡ taglist : @harmaa-aurinko , @alealuvshayden

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TWIN POSTEDDD😝😝

Stephen Glass - FLUFF

Stephen Glass x reader

𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙥𝙩. 2

It had been a few days since the kiss happened between you and Stephen. For work you usually got up groggily, no interest in working. really. But today was different, today you got to see Stephen again since the party.

You got up early, all happy and motivated. Did your makeup, straightened your hair and put on a fitting office outfit like usual. You made your way to work and entered your office. Usually you didnt see Stephen until break so you werent stressed.

⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴

At break Stephen was avoiding you. Plainly just avoiding you, as if you did something wrong. Even tried everything there was. Searching for eyecontact, brushing up against him, but nothing. It broke your heart. Werent you just so in love at the party? It made you question yourself.

„Am I being too clingy?“ „Am I annoying?“ „What did i do to him…?“

You spent your lunch at your office, hurt and sad. Caitlib noticed and came after you. Knocking softly on the door before entering.

„Hey y/n whats wrong, sweetie?“ she asked softly.

„Stephen‘s ignoring me.. avoiding me. What did i do wrong???“ you blurt out.

Even held back tears which almost dared to escape your eye.

„Oh god im gonna kill him.. He‘s been avoiding you? How did your night end with him? You slept together? maybe??“ She asked curiously.

„No!! None of that! We kissed good night on my doorstep and then he left..“ „He‘s obviously playing me.. i shoulve known.“

„y/n no! I swear he‘s head over heels for you! I dont know what‘s gotten into him! I‘ll talk to him i promise!!! You guys are meant to be.“ Caitlin reassured you.

⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴

Then she left you alone with your thoughts again. Work went miserable. Zero motivation for anything, unlike other days where work could maybe, just slightly be fun.

After work Amy walked over to you.

„y/n!!! Come grab dinner with me..?“ she asked sweetly and you agreed.

⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴

You made reservations and sat by a table. Ordered drinks and your meal. Amy then spoke up.

„y/n, Cate told me Stephen‘s been ignoring you.. im gonna kill him you know.“

„No! no dont do that. Just leave it be.. i knew he wasnt different from other guys.. theyre all the same.“ you sigh sadly..

„y/n i promise you he loves you so much! i-i dont know what‘s gotten into that freak. Cate‘s talking to him right know. Theyre having dinner too. If thats ok with you…?“

Ok? ok? why wouldnt it be.. wasnt as if he was your boyfriend.

„Yeah i mean i dont care anymore..“

„y/n.. you do care. She‘s gonna talk to him and help you.. well no help him and his stupid ass mind.“

You let out a laugh, finally. Ever since lunch you didnt even crack a smile.

⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴

After dinner you and Amy went to your apartment, got ready and decided to go to a club. I mean.. why not right? No one could stop you. You got into a revealing outfit and gave Amy some of your clothes to borrow.

You made your way into the night and into a club, a crowded club if i must mention.

Both you and Amy got yourselves a drink and as the night went on Caitlin joined you both as well. Little did you know that Amy and Caitlin had made a plan to bring Stephen to the club to make it up to you.

You were drunker than both of them and they had a blast with you.

Thats when you started SINGING LIKE CRAZY.

„You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress oooohhhhhh!!!!! Kiss meeeeee, beneath the milky twilighttttt“

„Lead meeeee out the moonlit flooorrrr!!“

Caitlin couldnt stop laughing at it. Amy‘s stomach hurt so much from laughing.

„God, y/n youre sooo funny!“ Amy laughed out.

Caitlin nodded while laughing as well.

That‘s when Stephen approached you from behind, Caitlin noticed and nodded at him. Stephen tapped you on the shoulder and you turned around. When you saw him, your whole mood ruined.

„What the fuck is he doing here!!“ you yell at the girls.

„Talk to him y/n!!!“ and then they left…

⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴

Stephen followed you around to see your face.

„Cupcake, please i can explain!!“

„noooooooppeeeee“ you drunkenly denied him.

„I dont wanna hear ittttt!!“

„y/n please!!“ he pleaded, begged for you.

You held your head up and rushed away from him. Giggling while at it. You were really out of it. Until he got ahold of you, grabbing you gently by the arm. He pulled you to a secluded corner of the club and held you. Tears in his eyes. Typical…

„Cupcake, please. Hear me out-.“

„Fine..“

„I-I thought.. you only wanted to kiss me for new years… and then.. at the office i thought you only wanted to tease me. I felt.. like.. like a freak…“

You almost felt bad for him. Almost. Rolling your eyes. „Oh please.. couldnt even talk to me? Dont play coy with me im not dumb.“

„y/n i promise! I felt like an idiot. I missed that kiss.. i missed you so much..“ A tear fell from his eye. It was real.

You wiped his tear and held his chin.. „Dont cry now.. im just mad. I mean.. I really like you and you do me like this.“

„I understand y/n but im willing to be better.. for you. At least now i know we‘re for real.“

„Yeah.. we‘re for real.. No misinterpretations.“

Stephen nodded and leaned in for a kiss, you giggled, your drunken self was back after being mad.

„You laughing at me now??“ Stephen chuckled and accused you.

„Yeeeahhhh“

He kissed you deeply with a smile and you kissed back. Both of you enjoyed the night, dancing together and making out.

Amy and Caitlin high fived. The job was done.

At least for now.

More was planned on their side.

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another parttttt lemme know if you want another part!!! anddd i need ideas. pls. im desperate.

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⟡ 𓂃 ࣪˖ WARMING SILENCE — Anakin Skywalker x reader.

SUMMARY: A routine mission. A cold desert. Just you and him, alone with the silence and the stars—and the Jedi code hanging somewhere in between.

A/N: happy star wars day!! i wanted to get this out for this special day <3 reblogs appreciated !

WARNINGS: no explicit content, mutual pining, comfort/fluff, canon-typical violence (mentioned)

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That morning, you’d been assigned a mission — nothing unusual. Just a routine retrieval, or so they said. Some Force-sensitive artifact supposedly hidden deep within one of the deserts of Thalos, a planet known for its burning atmosphere by day and breezy, humid winds once dusk settled in.

You hadn’t thought much of it. You packed light. Maybe too light. Now, hours later, the sun had vanished behind the dunes, and you were beginning to feel the consequences of that decision.

Anakin was a few feet up ahead, hiking up the trail of some sand hill, his lightsaber hilt glistening under the moonlight from beneath his cloak, ready for any unwanted attention. It was crucial to stay prepared, especially in unfamiliar settings such as these.

He was a Jedi most people looked up to, you weren’t any different. Despite the both of you being closer to age than the others, it still felt like he had more experience, was always more capable, equipped.

Over time, you’ve definitely felt the temperature dropping, which would’ve been normal, considering it was nightfall already, but this was rapid, something you weren’t well dressed for, the Jedi uniform you adorned slowly failing your expectations to keep you warm.

Anakin, glancing at you from the corner of his eye, felt a little helpless, noticing the way you’d occasionally attempt to wrap your clothes around your frame a little tighter in an attempt to keep warm.

The top of that hill might be better for the night,” he said, casually motioning to the sand rise just a few feet ahead. “Less wind.”

Your eyes shifted from his expression to where he was motioning, a rather good spot to settle down for the night, with also a great view of the general area incase of any danger lurking, nodding in agreement.

As the both of you continued to hike just up ahead, a certain questioned lingered in your mind. Of course, it wasn’t unusual for Jedi to be paired up together for missions, but it was just you and Anakin this time.

No clones, nobody. Normally, it would be a compliment, it gave the impression that your abilities were were trusted, refined enough to handle the mission without backup. But with Anakin… it felt different.

Not unsettling, just — heightened. Like every word spoken, every glance exchanged, was louder in the silence between just two people.

And now, with the wind picking up and the sky deepening into violet, the quiet between you didn’t feel so professional anymore.

The hike wasn’t long, but the slope made each step feel heavier than it was. The sand shifted beneath your boots as you followed Anakin up the hill, the last stretch steep enough to force a small breath from your lips.

At the top, it leveled out into a narrow plateau, just wide enough for two. From here, you could see the dying sunlight bleeding along the horizon, casting long shadows across the dunes. Anakin gave a slight nod, like this spot would do.

Without needing to speak, the two of you began collecting what little the terrain offered — dried brush, scattered driftwood from earlier supply crates or half-buried remains of old campfires. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to coax a small flame to life.

Soon, a faint fire crackled between you, its flickering light softening the sharpness of his features. You sat across from each other, knees drawn in, the warmth not quite reaching your fingers.

“Thalos isn’t the worst planet we’ve been to,” Anakin muttered, adjusting a log with his boot, his gaze still focused upon the igniting flames in front of him.

“What was?” Your attention flicked toward him at the sound of his voice, suddenly curious, reminiscing past missions.

“Felucia, definitely. Swamps, giant mushrooms, that putrid smell—never again.” Anakin complained, followed by a chuckle that left his lips, the sound almost lost in the crackling of the fire.

He was right, it wasn’t the most pleasant experience you’ve had during a mission, but then again, missions weren’t supposed to be luxurious, especially for Jedi. You were taught to endure, to adapt.

But something about the way Anakin said it, the casual frustration in his tone, the ease with which he let it go — made it feel like more than just a mission to him. Like he wasn’t just talking about a planet; he was talking about what it meant to be here, with all the messiness and discomfort it brought.

But even so, being a Jedi was an honorary act, a constant balancing act between duty and sacrifice. It wasn’t about luxuries or comforts — it was about pushing aside those desires for something greater, something nobler.

And yet, there were moments like this, where the quiet of the desert and the flickering flames made you question if the balance was worth it.

You glanced at Anakin, his profile half-lit by the fire, and wondered if he ever thought about that — how much of himself he had to leave behind, how much of his own humanity had been swallowed up by the Jedi code.

He’d never admit it, but you couldn’t help but wonder if, like you, he sometimes felt the weight of it all.

“You’re shivering, Y/n,” Anakin’s voice spoke up once more, his full attention now focused fully on you.

He caught you by surprise, not expecting him to notice your subtle shivering from the planet’s temperature dropping.

“No, I’m fine, really.”

He gave you a look — one of those quiet, skeptical ones he did so well, the kind that said he didn’t believe a word of it. His gaze lingered for a second longer than it should have, before he wordlessly shrugged off his cloak and extended it toward you.

You hesitated. “Anakin…”

“It’s not up for debate,” he said simply, tone softer now, but firm in a way that made it hard to argue. “Just take it.”

Not being left with any more room to argue, you reluctantly took the cloak from him, looping it over your shoulders, the warmth almost immediate. His scent remained on it, faint, but still noticeable, familiar.

He didn’t say anything as you wrapped it around yourself, just watched for a second before turning his gaze back to the fire, his lips faintly curling into a smile.

You didn’t say anything either. But for the first time that night, the cold didn’t seem so harsh — and neither did the silence.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

[seraphrelic]

⟡ 𓂃 ࣪˖ WARMING SILENCE — Anakin Skywalker x reader.

SUMMARY: A routine mission. A cold desert. Just you and him, alone with the silence and the stars—and the Jedi code hanging somewhere in between.

A/N: happy star wars day!! i wanted to get this out for this special day <3 reblogs appreciated !

WARNINGS: no explicit content, mutual pining, comfort/fluff, canon-typical violence (mentioned)

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That morning, you’d been assigned a mission — nothing unusual. Just a routine retrieval, or so they said. Some Force-sensitive artifact supposedly hidden deep within one of the deserts of Thalos, a planet known for its burning atmosphere by day and breezy, humid winds once dusk settled in.

You hadn’t thought much of it. You packed light. Maybe too light. Now, hours later, the sun had vanished behind the dunes, and you were beginning to feel the consequences of that decision.

Anakin was a few feet up ahead, hiking up the trail of some sand hill, his lightsaber hilt glistening under the moonlight from beneath his cloak, ready for any unwanted attention. It was crucial to stay prepared, especially in unfamiliar settings such as these.

He was a Jedi most people looked up to, you weren’t any different. Despite the both of you being closer to age than the others, it still felt like he had more experience, was always more capable, equipped.

Over time, you’ve definitely felt the temperature dropping, which would’ve been normal, considering it was nightfall already, but this was rapid, something you weren’t well dressed for, the Jedi uniform you adorned slowly failing your expectations to keep you warm.

Anakin, glancing at you from the corner of his eye, felt a little helpless, noticing the way you’d occasionally attempt to wrap your clothes around your frame a little tighter in an attempt to keep warm.

“The top of that hill might be better for the night,” he said, casually motioning to the sand rise just a few feet ahead. “Less wind.”

Your eyes shifted from his expression to where he was motioning, a rather good spot to settle down for the night, with also a great view of the general area incase of any danger lurking, nodding in agreement.

As the both of you continued to hike just up ahead, a certain questioned lingered in your mind. Of course, it wasn’t unusual for Jedi to be paired up together for missions, but it was just you and Anakin this time.

No clones, nobody. Normally, it would be a compliment, it gave the impression that your abilities were trusted, refined enough to handle the mission without backup. But with Anakin… it felt different.

Not unsettling, just — heightened. Like every word spoken, every glance exchanged, was louder in the silence between just two people.

And now, with the wind picking up and the sky deepening into violet, the quiet between you didn’t feel so professional anymore.

The hike wasn’t long, but the slope made each step feel heavier than it was. The sand shifted beneath your boots as you followed Anakin up the hill, the last stretch steep enough to force a small breath from your lips.

At the top, it leveled out into a narrow plateau, just wide enough for two. From here, you could see the dying sunlight bleeding along the horizon, casting long shadows across the dunes. Anakin gave a slight nod, like this spot would do.

Without needing to speak, the two of you began collecting what little the terrain offered — dried brush, scattered driftwood from earlier supply crates or half-buried remains of old campfires. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to coax a small flame to life.

Soon, a faint fire crackled between you, its flickering light softening the sharpness of his features. You sat across from each other, knees drawn in, the warmth not quite reaching your fingers.

“Thalos isn’t the worst planet we’ve been to,” Anakin muttered, adjusting a log with his boot, his gaze still focused upon the igniting flames in front of him.

“What was?” Your attention flicked toward him at the sound of his voice, suddenly curious, reminiscing past missions.

“Felucia, definitely. Swamps, giant mushrooms, that putrid smell—never again.” Anakin complained, followed by a chuckle that left his lips, the sound almost lost in the crackling of the fire.

He was right, it wasn’t the most pleasant experience you’ve had during a mission, but then again, missions weren’t supposed to be luxurious, especially for Jedi. You were taught to endure, to adapt.

But something about the way Anakin said it, the casual frustration in his tone, the ease with which he let it go — made it feel like more than just a mission to him. Like he wasn’t just talking about a planet; he was talking about what it meant to be here, with all the messiness and discomfort it brought.

But even so, being a Jedi was an honorary act, a constant balancing act between duty and sacrifice. It wasn’t about luxuries or comforts — it was about pushing aside those desires for something greater, something nobler.

And yet, there were moments like this, where the quiet of the desert and the flickering flames made you question if the balance was worth it.

You glanced at Anakin, his profile half-lit by the fire, and wondered if he ever thought about that — how much of himself he had to leave behind, how much of his own humanity had been swallowed up by the Jedi code.

He’d never admit it, but you couldn’t help but wonder if, like you, he sometimes felt the weight of it all.

“You’re shivering, Y/n,” Anakin’s voice spoke up once more, his full attention now focused fully on you.

He caught you by surprise, not expecting him to notice your subtle shivering from the planet’s temperature dropping.

“No, I’m fine, really.”

He gave you a look — one of those quiet, skeptical ones he did so well, the kind that said he didn’t believe a word of it. His gaze lingered for a second longer than it should have, before he wordlessly shrugged off his cloak and extended it toward you.

You hesitated. “Anakin…”

“It’s not up for debate,” he said simply, tone softer now, but firm in a way that made it hard to argue. “Just take it.”

Not being left with any more room to argue, you reluctantly took the cloak from him, looping it over your shoulders, the warmth almost immediate. His scent remained on it, faint, but still noticeable, familiar.

He didn’t say anything as you wrapped it around yourself, just watched for a second before turning his gaze back to the fire, his lips faintly curling into a smile.

You didn’t say anything either. But for the first time that night, the cold didn’t seem so harsh — and neither did the silence.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

[seraphrelic]

⟡ 𓂃 ࣪˖ DEADLINE DARLING — Stephen Glass x reader.

SUMMARY: Being an intern at The New Republic wasn’t supposed to mean running errands for Stephen - but somehow, it always does. He’s charming, persistent, and maybe just a little too good at getting what he wants. You know you’re being used. You just can’t bring yourself to stop him.

A/N: first of all — i’m so sorry this is so short!! i just wanted to get something out there <3 and second, can we talk about how FINE hayden was in this movie?? #ilovehotnerds

reblogs appreciated !

WARNINGS: stephen being the little manipulative shit he is but it’s okay, doormat energy, kind of delusion if you squint but we’ve all been there

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being an intern wasn’t necessarily everybody’s dream job, but for you — it was the chance to get a job at the new republic, something you’d have to be stupid for to throw away.

of course, any additional work was immediately left for you to deal with. Running errands, printing paperwork, bringing everybody coffee, it was quite tiring. constantly having your hands busy with something.

although, since your first day at the building, a certain somebody caught your attention. stephen glass, one of the writers. quite the interesting one at that.

he appeared to be well respected and liked within the community, the others always including him into their plans and intently listening to what he had to say.

and despite that, he still behaved as if somebody was watching him, like he was wearing a mask, covering the real him. it was, intriguing? something you were convinced only you noticed.

now, stephen also became familiar with you being the new intern, using that to his advantage. he’d search for you in the building, make small-talk, then somehow manage to have you complete his daily tasks, just like that.

you asked yourself, how hard could it be to just simply say no, it wasn’t comparable to being held at gunpoint, right?

well, not exactly. whenever stephen wanted something, he’ll do anything to achieve just that, even if it means reeling you in with his untrue claims.

„Please, Y/n, I’ve got three articles to finish today. You wouldn’t want me to get fired, would you?”

oh, how desperately you wanted to decline his pleas, but it was no use. his puppy dog eyes were only causing things to be more difficult as you battled against the smile that was slowly forming on your face.

stephen was currently looming over you, scanning you entirely with those piercing eyes. he’d fix his glasses occasionally, his notebook snug within the pocket of his pants. that’s where he probably kept his information for future articles.

noticing that you weren’t fully convinced, he simply let out a devastated sigh, once again, having to pull out the big guns.

„I’ll say a good word about you to Chuck?” his expression softened even more, his eyes practically begging for you to take all of his duties — despite already having a full schedule, surely a few more hours wouldn’t hurt?

„Okay, Stephen. Good luck with your articles.” was all you could reply with, not even regretting your agreement, not like it mattered, anyway.

was he actively manipulating you, making you do things he was well aware he could’ve done himself? well, yes.

but was it insanely hot? the way he’d only pay his attention to you, trust you with his errands, occasionally check you out, catching him staring intently only to watch him look away almost immediately, his cheeks flushed a scarlet red shade. it all made it worth it.

maybe, being told what to do wasn’t so bad after all.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

[seraphrelic]

⟡ 𓂃 ࣪˖ DEADLINE DARLING — Stephen Glass x reader.

SUMMARY: Being an intern at The New Republic wasn’t supposed to mean running errands for Stephen - but somehow, it always does. He’s charming, persistent, and maybe just a little too good at getting what he wants. You know you’re being used. You just can’t bring yourself to stop him.

A/N: first of all — i’m so sorry this is so short!! i just wanted to get something out there <3 and second, can we talk about how FINE hayden was in this movie?? #ilovehotnerds

reblogs appreciated !

WARNINGS: stephen being the little manipulative shit he is but it’s okay, doormat energy, kind of delusion if you squint but we’ve all been there

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being an intern wasn’t necessarily everybody’s dream job, but for you — it was the chance to get a job at the new republic, something you’d have to be stupid for to throw away.

of course, any additional work was immediately left for you to deal with. Running errands, printing paperwork, bringing everybody coffee, it was quite tiring. constantly having your hands busy with something.

although, since your first day at the building, a certain somebody caught your attention. stephen glass, one of the writers. quite the interesting one at that.

he appeared to be well respected and liked within the community, the others always including him into their plans and intently listening to what he had to say.

and despite that, he still behaved as if somebody was watching him, like he was wearing a mask, covering the real him. it was, intriguing? something you were convinced only you noticed.

now, stephen also became familiar with you being the new intern, using that to his advantage. he’d search for you in the building, make small-talk, then somehow manage to have you complete his daily tasks, just like that.

you asked yourself, how hard could it be to just simply say no, it wasn’t comparable to being held at gunpoint, right?

well, not exactly. whenever stephen wanted something, he’ll do anything to achieve just that, even if it means reeling you in with his untrue claims.

„Please, Y/n, I’ve got three articles to finish today. You wouldn’t want me to get fired, would you?”

oh, how desperately you wanted to decline his pleas, but it was no use. his puppy dog eyes were only causing things to be more difficult as you battled against the smile that was slowly forming on your face.

stephen was currently looming over you, scanning you entirely with those piercing eyes. he’d fix his glasses occasionally, his notebook snug within the pocket of his pants. that’s where he probably kept his information for future articles.

noticing that you weren’t fully convinced, he simply let out a devastated sigh, once again, having to pull out the big guns.

„I’ll say a good word about you to Chuck?” his expression softened even more, his eyes practically begging for you to take all of his duties — despite already having a full schedule, surely a few more hours wouldn’t hurt?

„Okay, Stephen. Good luck with your articles.” was all you could reply with, not even regretting your agreement, not like it mattered, anyway.

was he actively manipulating you, making you do things he was well aware he could’ve done himself? well, yes.

but was it insanely hot? the way he’d only pay his attention to you, trust you with his errands, occasionally check you out, catching him staring intently only to watch him look away almost immediately, his cheeks flushed a scarlet red shade. it all made it worth it.

maybe, being told what to do wasn’t so bad after all.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

[seraphrelic]

⟡ 𓂃 ࣪˖ WHAT HE COULDN’T SAVE — Anakin Skywalker x reader.

SUMMARY: He didn’t mean to knock on your door that night. But something about you always made the guilt feel a little easier to carry.

A/N: this is super late but omg,, being able to see rots on the big screen in theatres was life changing, even though i cried at the end </3 reblogs appreciated!

WARNINGS: hurt/comfort, angst with fluff, unspoken feelings, implied slowburn, female!reader, vulnerable ani

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“Ani, is it you?” Her soft voice spoke, quite weak from the tired state of her body, gazing into her reunited son’s eyes.

“I’m here, Mom,” Anakin remarked, holding his mother’s limp form wrapped in his arms, feeling nothing but helpless eyeing what she had to endure during his absence.

Schmi reached out with difficulty to touch his face, a subtle tug at her lips making itself evident. Even in her weakest moment, she was still as happy to see her baby. “You look so handsome,”

Weakly tracing over Anakin’s features, Anakin, still in his padawan attire, could only swallow the lump in his throat, a whirlwind of emotions stirring inside him as he observed his mother’s haggard face.

The moment Anakin sensed something was wrong - it was already too late, his mother’s words became slurred, her vision foggy as he could only clutch her against his chest, his hands shaky.

“Stay with me, mom!” He pleaded, with no avail. She was only able to trace over his features with her fingers before her hand finally dropped as Anakin was forced to watch his own mother die within his arms.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Anakin shot up almost immediately, his chest heaving heavily, his unruly, damp curls adhered to his forehead, the sweat glistening in the dim light.

It wasn’t the first time he’s had a nightmare, especially about his late mother’s passing, but nonetheless, it caused him unimaginable pain, one he wouldn’t be able to describe without feeling guilty.

Sitting by the edge of his bed, he could only attempt to catch his breathe and be forced into listening to the busy nightlife of Coruscant.

Perhaps it was just his foggy mind, but a voice - rather, an impulse, was telling him, no, forcing him to get up and head towards a specific direction.

With no further hesitation, Anakin stood up from his bed, followed by a few steps towards his closet, slipping on a loose, flowing tunic that hung open, revealing the expanse of his chest.

Shortly, he was heading towards a trajectory location, one he was far too familiar with already. It was a subconscious choice.

But the moment he regained his consciousness back, he couldn’t help but stand still for a few moments, his gaze not averting from your door.

Force, what was he doing? He could’ve just, forgot about his nightly terrors and went back to sleep, just as any other person would.

Yet, he still somehow managed to muster up the courage to leave a few gentle knocks against the door, the soft sound echoing in the quiet of the night. His heart raced, every nerve in his body screaming for him to retreat, to leave this behind, but his hand stayed on the door, waiting for a response that he wasn’t sure he even deserved.

You weren’t necessarily asleep, just simply staring into the darkness of the ceiling of your room, not being able to let sleep overtake you.

So, it was definitely quite the surprise to hear subtle knocking against your door, especially at this hour, but somehow, you had a feeling you already knew whose presence was there.

Whilst still being in your nightgown, you got up rather quickly and took a few, quiet steps, preparing for what was about to be revealed. And just as you suspected.

There he was, standing within your doorframe, a vulnerable look plastered all across his pretty face. His curls were stuck against his forehead, the only thing keeping him warm was a barely-there tunic, the material softly draping over his form, leaving his chest exposed.

“Anakin?” Your tone was gentle as your eyes scanned his expression for any answers about his rather unexpected nocturnal visit, leaning against the doorframe.

“I couldn’t sleep,” He muttered, breaking eye contact with you for just a mere second. It was quite obvious something was bothering him, but you figured you wouldn’t press on it.

Instead, you took a step back and made some space for him to step into, to which he happily obliged. With a simple click, you shut the door behind yourself.

“I’m sorry if I awoke you, I just-“ Anakin suddenly bit his tongue, unsure if he could share what exactly caused him to be restless. His eyes flickered to the ground, as if the weight of his thoughts were too heavy to voice. He could feel the uncertainty in the air, and for a moment, he wondered if he should’ve just stayed in his room.

But there was something about the quiet comfort of your presence that made him forget his fears, if only for a fleeting moment.

"Anakin, you don't have to explain," you said gently, stepping closer to him, your voice soft yet reassuring. "I’m here. Whatever it is, you don’t have to face it alone."

Anakin appreciated your kind, understanding response. Whatever kind of issue he could be facing, you’d always be there for him. It even made him question if there was just a Jedi relation between the both of you.

With a sigh, there was no point in hiding it anymore, not that he needed to when he was with you, anyway.

“It was my mother-her death,” His gaze faced the ground for a moment, explaining more than enough, the concerned look in his face giving him away completely.

Of course, it was no mystery what has happened to Shmi Skywalker. Everyone knew, and Anakin had always carried that burden. But hearing him admit it out loud, his voice laced with that raw vulnerability, struck you harder than you expected.

It wasn’t just the loss that haunted him; it was the helplessness, the feeling that he couldn’t save her.

You stepped closer, your hand hovering near his, unsure whether to offer comfort or space. His eyes met yours again, and for a fleeting second, you saw the storm within him, the guilt and the grief that never truly left.

“Ani, you really shouldn’t blame yourself for what happened, it wasn’t your fault,” Looking intently into his eyes, a storm of emotion, flickered with conflict. You hated seeing him in such a state, so vulnerable and full of guilt.

Without thinking too much of it, you suddenly pulled him into a warm embrace, trying to offer comfort to the Jedi. Even if it wouldn’t change anything, you’d hope it could maybe make him feel better, at least.

And oh, it did. He hugged you twice as much, holding onto you as if he’d were to lose you next, something he couldn’t ever allow happening. His face was hidden in the crook of your neck, allowing the scent of your skin - calm, familiar, grounding, to soothe the ache that throbbed in his chest.

You felt the faint tremble in his arms, the way he clung to you like a lifeline. Not a word more needed to be said. In that quiet moment, wrapped in the silence of the Temple halls, you were his anchor. And maybe, just maybe, he could finally sleep without dreaming.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

[seraphrelic]

⟡ 𓂃 ࣪˖ WHAT HE COULDN’T SAVE — Anakin Skywalker x reader.

SUMMARY: He didn’t mean to knock on your door that night. But something about you always made the guilt feel a little easier to carry.

A/N: this is super late but omg,, being able to see rots on the big screen in theatres was life changing, even though i cried at the end </3 reblogs appreciated!

WARNINGS: hurt/comfort, angst with fluff, unspoken feelings, implied slowburn, female!reader, vulnerable ani

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“Ani, is it you?” Her soft voice spoke, quite weak from the tired state of her body, gazing into her reunited son’s eyes.

“I’m here, Mom,” Anakin remarked, holding his mother’s limp form wrapped in his arms, feeling nothing but helpless eyeing what she had to endure during his absence.

Schmi reached out with difficulty to touch his face, a subtle tug at her lips making itself evident. Even in her weakest moment, she was still as happy to see her baby. “You look so handsome,”

Weakly tracing over Anakin’s features, Anakin, still in his padawan attire, could only swallow the lump in his throat, a whirlwind of emotions stirring inside him as he observed his mother’s haggard face.

The moment Anakin sensed something was wrong - it was already too late, his mother’s words became slurred, her vision foggy as he could only clutch her against his chest, his hands shaky.

“Stay with me, mom!” He pleaded, with no avail. She was only able to trace over his features with her fingers before her hand finally dropped as Anakin was forced to watch his own mother die within his arms.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Anakin shot up almost immediately, his chest heaving heavily, his unruly, damp curls adhered to his forehead, the sweat glistening in the dim light.

It wasn’t the first time he’s had a nightmare, especially about his late mother’s passing, but nonetheless, it caused him unimaginable pain, one he wouldn’t be able to describe without feeling guilty.

Sitting by the edge of his bed, he could only attempt to catch his breathe and be forced into listening to the busy nightlife of Coruscant.

Perhaps it was just his foggy mind, but a voice - rather, an impulse, was telling him, no, forcing him to get up and head towards a specific direction.

With no further hesitation, Anakin stood up from his bed, followed by a few steps towards his closet, slipping on a loose, flowing tunic that hung open, revealing the expanse of his chest.

Shortly, he was heading towards a trajectory location, one he was far too familiar with already. It was a subconscious choice.

But the moment he regained his consciousness back, he couldn’t help but stand still for a few moments, his gaze not averting from your door.

Force, what was he doing? He could’ve just, forgot about his nightly terrors and went back to sleep, just as any other person would.

Yet, he still somehow managed to muster up the courage to leave a few gentle knocks against the door, the soft sound echoing in the quiet of the night. His heart raced, every nerve in his body screaming for him to retreat, to leave this behind, but his hand stayed on the door, waiting for a response that he wasn’t sure he even deserved.

You weren’t necessarily asleep, just simply staring into the darkness of the ceiling of your room, not being able to let sleep overtake you.

So, it was definitely quite the surprise to hear subtle knocking against your door, especially at this hour, but somehow, you had a feeling you already knew whose presence was there.

Whilst still being in your nightgown, you got up rather quickly and took a few, quiet steps, preparing for what was about to be revealed. And just as you suspected.

There he was, standing within your doorframe, a vulnerable look plastered all across his pretty face. His curls were stuck against his forehead, the only thing keeping him warm was a barely-there tunic, the material softly draping over his form, leaving his chest exposed.

“Anakin?” Your tone was gentle as your eyes scanned his expression for any answers about his rather unexpected nocturnal visit, leaning against the doorframe.

“I couldn’t sleep,” He muttered, breaking eye contact with you for just a mere second. It was quite obvious something was bothering him, but you figured you wouldn’t press on it.

Instead, you took a step back and made some space for him to step into, to which he happily obliged. With a simple click, you shut the door behind yourself.

“I’m sorry if I awoke you, I just-“ Anakin suddenly bit his tongue, unsure if he could share what exactly caused him to be restless. His eyes flickered to the ground, as if the weight of his thoughts were too heavy to voice. He could feel the uncertainty in the air, and for a moment, he wondered if he should’ve just stayed in his room.

But there was something about the quiet comfort of your presence that made him forget his fears, if only for a fleeting moment.

"Anakin, you don't have to explain," you said gently, stepping closer to him, your voice soft yet reassuring. "I’m here. Whatever it is, you don’t have to face it alone."

Anakin appreciated your kind, understanding response. Whatever kind of issue he could be facing, you’d always be there for him. It even made him question if there was just a Jedi relation between the both of you.

With a sigh, there was no point in hiding it anymore, not that he needed to when he was with you, anyway.

“It was my mother-her death,” His gaze faced the ground for a moment, explaining more than enough, the concerned look in his face giving him away completely.

Of course, it was no mystery what has happened to Shmi Skywalker. Everyone knew, and Anakin had always carried that burden. But hearing him admit it out loud, his voice laced with that raw vulnerability, struck you harder than you expected.

It wasn’t just the loss that haunted him; it was the helplessness, the feeling that he couldn’t save her.

You stepped closer, your hand hovering near his, unsure whether to offer comfort or space. His eyes met yours again, and for a fleeting second, you saw the storm within him, the guilt and the grief that never truly left.

“Ani, you really shouldn’t blame yourself for what happened, it wasn’t your fault,” Looking intently into his eyes, a storm of emotion, flickered with conflict. You hated seeing him in such a state, so vulnerable and full of guilt.

Without thinking too much of it, you suddenly pulled him into a warm embrace, trying to offer comfort to the Jedi. Even if it wouldn’t change anything, you’d hope it could maybe make him feel better, at least.

And oh, it did. He hugged you twice as much, holding onto you as if he’d were to lose you next, something he couldn’t ever allow happening. His face was hidden in the crook of your neck, allowing the scent of your skin - calm, familiar, grounding, to soothe the ache that throbbed in his chest.

You felt the faint tremble in his arms, the way he clung to you like a lifeline. Not a word more needed to be said. In that quiet moment, wrapped in the silence of the Temple halls, you were his anchor. And maybe, just maybe, he could finally sleep without dreaming.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・