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charliedawn · 2 years ago

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Alright alright, I worked up the courage to ask about Star Wars. Can I get a How they would kiss you preference for Star Wars? Aniken and Han Solo and any characters you might want.

Anakin :

The first time you kissed Ani, it was on the return of one of his missions and someone had told you that he had been hurt during said mission. You hadn't wasted a single second before climbing aboard ship before it even reached the ground, praying that Anakin was alright.

You found him in the medical bay, laid down on a bed and your heart missed a beat. You stepped forward to hold his hand and stroked the back of his hand with your thumb.

"Come on, Ani...Wake up. For me. Please."

You then kissed him, unaware of what was going on in Anakin's head—since you weren't force sensitive.

In Anakin's head :

'Play unconscious. Play unconscious. Play unconscious. Don't laugh. Don't freak out. It's not like Y/N is kissing you right now. They're going to be so mad when they discover it was a prank.'

And then, as if the force itself had summoned him, Obi-Wan stepped in and stopped dead in his tracks before eyeing the both of you suspiciously.

"What are you doing ?", he asked before folding his arms over his chest in disapproval. You suddenly took a step back and threw your hands in the air.

"It's...It's not what it looks like !", you tried to defend yourself—but Obi-Wan shook his head before looking straight at Anakin.

"Not you. You. Get up, Anakin.", he told him and you frowned in incomprehension, until Anakin started talking that is.

"Can't, master. I'm playing dead."

Your eyes grew wide and you were seriously debating on whether to be overjoyed by the fact that he was alright, or kill him yourself.

"No, you're playing the idiot. Now, get up.", Obi-Wan said knowingly and Anakin rolled his eyes before finally sitting up.

Obi-Wan sighed before walking away.

"You have five minutes."

The moment he was out, you glared at Anakin who addressed you a cheeky wink before asking.

"Sooo...You were worried, huh ?"

You restrained an eye roll before wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Ani...You are the biggest jerk in all the galaxy. And I'm mad at you. And it doesn't make any sense. But, I still love you."

You then kissed him again and he smiled at your words. He knew he was a fool, but it felt so good to be your fool—he would gladly spent an eternity being yours.

"If that's how you kiss all jerks, I'll gladly be the king of jerks."

You shook your head in disbelief before hitting his chest playfully. You then both burst into laughter and he took your hand before you left the ship to go home.

Anakin is passionate and playful. He'd do anything for a smile. And even when you're mad at him, he'd find a way to make you laugh and indulge into giving him what he wants.

He would have his kiss, no matter what.

Han Solo :

You were one of the Rebel fighters and had met Han Solo when he was trapped on wookie territory. The Rebellion had sent you on a rescue mission and boy, were you skillful with a blaster.

He immediately noticed you and since then, had been unable to stay away.

Finally, he confessed his love for you just as he was on a mission to go stop Darth Vader.

"Hey, Y/N...I might not make it. So...Just wanted to let you know that I love you and try not to cry too hard if I..."

He wanted to reassure you, but he knew that the mission would be dangerous and decided to be honest with you. But, he didn't plan on you—grabbing him by the back of the neck to kiss him before he could utter another word. Not that he was complaining. But, he was actually trying to be a gentleman.

"Make sure you do.", you told him and Han blinked twice before chuckling nervously.

"Yeah...I'll do that."

He then went aboard his ship and you smiled before grabbing Chewbacca's hand before he also went inside after him.

"Bring our Han back in one piece, alright ?"

Chewbacca let out a loud roar in agreement before pulling you into a hug and you smiled—hiding your tears into his fur. You knew the mission would be dangerous, you weren't delusional. But, you were certain Han would be back. He had promised you afterall and Chewbacca seemed to believe the same. You stayed there until the Millennium Falcon was out of sight before returning to your duties.

A few days later :

When they returned, you ran into Han's arms and he gratefully accepted the rain of kisses you had in store for him. He had missed you too. He was so glad he could come back to you and blinked his tears away. He didn't think he would make it, but damn...He was mighty glad he did.

Han is into long and deeply heart-felt kisses. He may seem like the flirtatious and quick kisses type of man. But, he likes knowing someone is waiting for him. Once he has accepted you in his heart, he's not leaving your side and would spend hours kissing you if he could.

Poe Dameron :

Poe had been held captive for so long, it was a shock when he suddenly reappeared and you dropped everything to run and wrap your arms around him. He chuckled and held you even closer while he peppered your face with kisses, trying to stop your tears.

"Ssh...I'm here. I'm here."

You had been so afraid he'd be gone for good this time, your legs gave under you, but Poe kept you steady. He cupped the back of your head and kept you close to him while he thanked his luck star he got another moment with you.

Poe is a pretty passionate guy. He is also often on a ship, flying into danger. So, every moment counts. He wouldn't lose any time and kiss you and embrace you every chance he gets—knowing it might be his last.

Kylo Ren :

"You...wish to kiss me ?", Kylo Ren suddenly stated when you were both alone—reading your mind easily.

You sighed. Of course...

"Is that wrong ?", you asked—completely unashamed. It wasn't like you could hide anything from him. You thought he was a good leader in his good days (an awful one on his bad ones) and didn't see the point in trying to hide it. He seemed almost surprised for a second before answering you.

"Not to my knowledge. The human body has very unpredictable needs and I recall that the act of kissing is one of them...However...", he frowned slightly before adding. "I also recall that the act is to show affection to loved ones. So, why would you wish to partake in such an activity with me ?"

You shrugged.

"Because you are the only one who wouldn't be disgusted by the scars."

He tilted his head quizzically at you before you sighed and removed your helmet—showing him your old battle scars.

"Crenian acid. The Crenians can be quite creative with their torture methods. The acid slipped through my armor and disfigured me for life."

Kylo stayed silent while examining your features with attention. You did have red angry scars almost identical to his...but far numerous and even though he knew better than to judge, you wouldn't be considered pretty in any beauty standards he knew of.

But, he smiled.

Good. Because, he didn't like pretty.

He took a step forward and slowly reached for your chin to raise it in order for your eyes to meet. You eyes were a sight to behold though...Dark and magnetic. He could easily read your mind, but even if he did...There was always something he would miss—something he couldn't quite grasp.

"Do you really want this ?", he asked—even though you had thought about it for a long time and you nodded.

That's all the encouragement he needed.

He crashed his lips onto yours and muffled all sounds you could have made. He swallowed them and took pride in taking you by surprise.

Kylo Ren is possessive and quite violent in his kisses. He's not nice or sweet. But, he can be when he wants to...which is almost never. But sometimes, Ben would resurface and kiss you sweetly when he knows that you can't handle the other one. There'd be a constant battle within him and not only about the force—but about you as well.

Armitage Hux :

"What do you want, soldier ?! Why call me to this floor when there are so many officers that could..?!"

"General Hux...I believe I want to kiss you.", you interrupted him and general Hux' eyes grew wide in shock. You had been close at the academy...But, he never thought...

"What ?"

"I want to kiss you.", you repeated and general Hux's jaw went slack in disbelief for a couple of seconds before he shook his head to regain his composure.

"You want to kiss me so badly, you'd really risk losing your life ?", he finally asked and you replied with a daring smirk—even though you were terrified inside.

"And what if I am ?"

He huffed a mocking laugh before shaking his head again.

"Then, you are insane. You are a stormtrooper. You shouldn't desire anything.", he reasoned and turned around to step away.

"Then, tell me, general...How come I desire you ?", you shot back.

He stopped dead in his tracks and gave you a quizzical side glance. You smiled and reached forward for his hand before wrapping it around your wrist and positioning his thumb above your pulse point. You wanted him to feel it...feel what you've always felt around him.

"How come...general ?", you repeated softly—but with more insistance this time around as he seemed genuinely puzzled. He raised his other hand to wrap his fingers around your throat and feel the pulse there too...As if trying to decipher if you were being serious, or just tricking him into believing someone could ever want him...

"A default in your programming. A mere illusion that you are playing yourself to comfort your lonely nights..."

But, he didn't pull away. Seems like someone did have lonely nights as well...You leaned forward and he didn't stop you. When you lips touched, he let out a small gasp before holding you tightly against him. There was no logical explanation, no possible reasoning, none whatsoever as to why Hux suddenly felt the need to hold you...But, he did.

And, when you were the one who pulled back, you could see the flicker of disappointment in his eyes. But, he quickly got back his composure and stood up straight—a single strand of his red hair out of place the only proof of what you had just done.

"D...Dismissed."

He had trouble uttering the command and you smiled before finally agreeing. You wouldn't tell him how your heart was thrashing in your chest, threatening to jump out of your ribcage. He probably already knew from the moment you kissed, hence the small gasp of surprise.

What you didn't know was how general Hux himself became red in the face the moment you were out and tried to cover it—stabilizing himself by supporting himself on the back of a chair. One more minute and he would have melted right in front of you.

General Hux hides his emotions from sight, it doesn't mean he doesn't have any. He'd give you quick and sweet kisses when no one is looking and give you smiles only you could witness.

Obi-Wan Kenobi :

To be honest, you weren't prepared for the first time you kissed Obi-Wan. He had pulled you from the crowd because he needed a native to escape the many stormtroopers and you had agreed to pretend being his wife/husband for a while—not to raise suspicion. You were an ally to the jedi cause and had tried to help him the best you could.

However, a stormtrooper had eventually cornered you in a dark alley and with no exit. He had asked you for your papers, but Obi-Wan didn't have any. Thankfully, your papers could suffice if you were considered family,but the stormtrooper was suspicious and refused to just drop it. You saw Obi-Wan touch the handle of his lightsaber. But, instead of alerting the others of your presence by killing the stormtrooper—you had another idea and suddenly pulled Obi-Wan by the collar to clash your lips against his.

The stormtrooper wanted to speak, but Obi-Wan raised a finger—as if asking him to wait for a minute while he kissed you back. The stormtrooper coughed and looked away. He really hadn't expected it and you smirked. At least now, he had proof you were together and you wiped your lips with a cheeky wink at the soldier before walking past him.

"That's my wife/husband.", Obi-Wan uttered with a dreamy smile—a slight note of disbelief in his tone before the stormtrooper let out a small snort at his words.

"....Lucky you."

Obi-Wan nodded in agreement before attempting to comb his hair back with his fingers. He then walked past the stormtrooper as well and that was how you succeeded in escaping inspection...and you became Obi-Wan's partner.

It is against the Jedi code to form such romantic attachments, but Obi-Wan was ready to bend the rules for you. You made him want to brave the Jedi council and anyone who would dare say that your love wasn't right.

His kisses would be the symbol of that, genuine, true and open. You wouldn't try to hide your love, no matter what...Because it is pure and beautiful.

Darth Vader :

It was at a time when you thought you could bring back your old Anakin. You had followed Darth Vader in an attempt to make him see reason, but the day he decided to kill the children...that was the day you decided enough was enough.

You stood in his way and gave him an ultimatum.

If he was to hurt them, he would have to step over your cold dead body. You loved him and you knew better than to side with the jedi, but you wouldn't let him kill the kids. It didn't feel right. But, you didn't expect it when he lit his lightsaber and the terrible red hue made the children scream in terror behind you. You stayed put while Darth Vader wondered what he should do with you. Anakin used to be so fond of you, but there was no place for such affection in his heart no longer.

But, you still wanted to try.

You took a step forward and pleaded with tears in your eyes.

"Please, Ani...Don't do this. I love you."

The words he had dreamt of hearing so many times before—mere buzzing in the background of this uncontrollable anger he felt growing inside of him now. You knew words wouldn't be enough, so you raised your hands to gently cup his cheeks and place a tender kiss on his lips. You thought it would be enough, that he would feel your love in this kiss...And, maybe he did.

But, it was far from enough.

"...How dare you ?"

His words cut your breath short as he pushed you away with the force and you landed on the floor, your whole body shaking in pain as he screamed.

"HOW DARE YOU SAY THOSE WORDS NOW ?! YOU LET THEM CAST ME ASIDE ! I WAITED SO LONG FOR YOU TO CONFESS THE SAME LOVE I FELT FOR YOU, AND YOU DO IT NOW ?! AND FOR WHO ?! FOR WHAT ?! NOT FOR ME ! TO SAVE THOSE PITIFUL JEDI !"

He raised his hand towards the children huddled together in a corner and you forced yourself to stand up again and stand in front of them.

"They are only children, Ani...Please..."

He saw the desperation in your gaze, but shook his head.

"It's too late, Y/N. You are too late.", he told you and your eyes widened at the clear accusation in his words. He was holding you as responsible for what he had become than the rest. And when his lightsaber raised in the air, you uttered a loud scream of frustration before drawing out your own lightsaber—your two weapons clashed against each other and showed you each other's faces.

You were scared of what you saw in his eyes, and so did he. His eyes softened for just a second at your tear-strained face and the hatred there. You hated that you loved him, you hated that it was too late and most of all, you hated your own powerlessness as you could only watch the love of your life fall into a pit of darkness without you...You wished your heart couldn't see right from wrong, but it did. And this...this was wrong.

"A—!" You tried to talk again, but he turned his head away. Anakin was dead. You should know that. So, why ? Why do you keep holding on to a memory ? But he took a step back and only glared at the children behind you before sighing in defeat.

"Go. Take the children with you. Before I do something I regret."

His voice was cold and commanding. You held back your tears before walking away. You couldn't stay, not if you wanted the children to survive.

"I'll come back for you.", you whispered.

Another empty promise that you both knew there was no way you could hold. But, he still gave you a weak smile and nodded knowingly before the door closed behind you.

"No. You won't..."

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rose-sophia-isabella-rogers · 2 days ago

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Written in the Stars: Chapter V - You and Him

Chapter Summary: You and Anakin try to make your relationship work. You find a way to be closer to him and you're both the happiest you ever have been. But all good things come to an end. You're separated again. And then, you're kidnapped once again. Will Anakin find you in time? And how will that change your relationship?

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/Reader

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Reader, C-3PO, Padmé Amidala, Ahsoka Tano, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Yoda, Mace Windu, Fives, Rex, Jesse, R2-D2

Word Count: 9219

A/N: Inspired by prompt: https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389090692116/ This chapter contains smut. If you don't like this or are underage, you can skip this scene. It starts with: "You take his hand and start walking backwards." and ends with: "When he's done, he falls on you, both of you breathing heavily.". The gif is not mine. Enjoy!

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Anakin leaves the Jedi Temple with relief. He's been waiting forever for the meeting to end. But now he can fulfill your request. And you've asked him to go to an address you've sent him. A person in the apartment is to fill him in. He's intrigued by this request. He hopes it's nothing serious.

The address turns out to be an apartment on a luxurious street. He gets inside the building without a problem and hurries through the corridor. He's almost at the proper door when he sees two familiar faces that cause him to stop dead in his tracks with wide eyes – Lanash and you.

'Fancy meeting you here, General Skywalker,' your maid says with a teasing smile. He barely registers it, though, focused completely on your eyes shining with happiness.

'I could say the same,' he says and chuckles. 'That… is quite a surprise.'

'Good, that was the plan,' you laugh. You can't take your eyes from him either. Lanash rolls hers.

'How about we take it inside?' she suggests and ushers you two into a very grand suite. 'I'll be back later with something to eat for you two.'

The moment she closes the door, Anakin cups your face and kisses you like a starved man. You gasp and quickly respond with the same passion.

'I missed you,' he murmurs and joins your lips again. 'So much.'

'Me too,' you whisper and tangle your hands in his hair. He groans and pulls you closer to himself. Only after a few minutes you pull away for breath.

'You have no idea how happy I am that you're here,' he says, caressing your cheek, and you grin. 'But… why are you here?'

'Senator Berugha has stepped down from his position,' you explain, your good mood disappearing. Skywalker frowns.

'I heard some rumors but I thought they are just that,' he says. You shake your head and lead him to sit on the couch.

'Unfortunately, they're not,' you deny and look to the side, falling silent for a moment. 'His wife is ill. The doctors fear the worst.'

'I'm so sorry,' the Jedi says, stunned. You nod.

'He wants to be by her side until she gets better or… until the end,' you go on. 'He has resigned from his position officially. But my father hasn't accepted it yet.'

'Why not?' Anakin asks.

'Oh, you know,' you say with fake nonchalance. 'He has just so many documents to sign, it simply has to wait. And since he has a tremendous number of free days to take, he's on vacation now. But that means we don't have a representative in the Senate. We can't pick one until my father actually signs the note.'

'Why is he doing that?' Skywalker asks, confused.

'Because my father is an optimist. He believes Lady Berugha will get better. And her husband is the best senator we've had in many years. Picking another one will also take some time. And there's no guarantee he won't get quickly corrupted.'

'But now you have no one in the Senate, like you said.'

'That's why I'm here. According to our laws, until the senator returns from his vacation or a temporary one is appointed in his stead, a member of the royal family can take his place in the Senate, representing our planet and business there.'

Anakin stares at you, stunned. You beam at him.

'But… but you hate the Senate,' he reminds you. You sigh.

'Trust me, I'm not happy I'll have to deal with it,' you say and groan. 'I imagine a lot of headaches in my future. And yes, my family was surprised as well when I volunteered for it. Judging by my father's face when he was telling us about his idea, he was ready to beg me to agree to take on this role.'

'You volunteered?' Skywalker asks, his eyes wide. 'But why?'

You smile and cup his cheek. He leans into your touch.

'Because you're on Coruscant more often than on Luth,' you answer and he freezes. 'That's the real reason. I told my parents that I agree with father's opinion about Senator Berugha and I'll somehow manage to navigate the senators and the Chancellor, just so he could come back.'

'I love you,' Anakin says and leans in for another kiss. You giggle and quickly respond.

'Does that mean that I can come here anytime when I'm free and want to see you?' he asks, grinning.

'Well, unless I'm in the Senate,' you answer and think. 'But you are allowed to barge in and demand my presence, saying there's an emergency. I'll gladly be rescued from these meetings.'

He laughs and shakes his head. He pulls you in for another kiss.

'You have no idea how happy this makes me,' he says. You grin.

'Yeah?' you ask and he nods. 'I had some second thoughts on this. I mean, it's going to be harder to hide our relationship here. And… I wasn't sure if you'd like that I did that. Without consulting you first. But I just wanted to surprise you so much…'

'I love it,' he assures you and silences more of doubts with yet another kiss. When Lanash comes in half an hour later, she finds you cuddling on the couch. You move away at once, tense. She shakes her head.

'You're lucky I'm on your side,' she says. 'You don't hear anyone approaching you. I'm going to be your lookout along with C-3PO and R2-D2.'

'Artoo is on it, too?' you ask, surprised.

'Not yet, but while Threepio promised not to tell anyone, I'm sure he won't be able to be quiet to his best friend,' your maid explains, shrugging. 'But it's fine. He's been shipping you two as well.'

'Shipping…' you start, stunned.

'… us?' Anakin asks, equally stunned.

'If you ask me, I'm sure the Clones are shipping you, too,' Lanash says and winks at you. 'All right, enjoy your meal. I'll warn you if someone comes.'

She turns on her heel and walks away, humming. You and Skywalker look at each other and burst out laughing.

'Sometimes I wonder if she's truly your maid,' he says, shaking your head. 'She's terribly cheeky.'

'Oh, she's a wonderful maid, I wouldn't trade her for a world. 'But yes, she is. That's why we're so close. We've been together since we were kids.'

'She was already your maid, then?' he asks, frowning. You shake your head.

'Her mother was my governess,' you explain. 'Lanash was coming with her, as her father is dead and… neither grandparent approved of that marriage. She was too little to stay at home alone and my parents had no issue with her studying with me.'

'Your parents are really amazing people,' he says quietly. You smile and squeeze his hand.

'Your mother is wonderful as well,' you say and hesitate. 'I was thinking… If you ever want her to come here and visit… just let me know. I'll arrange it.'

In response, Anakin takes your lips with his. You melt into the kiss.

'Mistress Padmé!' C-3PO's voice startles you both. 'What a nice surprise!'

You and Skywalker quickly move to the opposite sides of the couch. You try to make yourself look presentable, as you hear Amidala's voice getting closer.

The door opens slowly to reveal C-3PO. Seeing you two are not going to compromise yourself, he opens it wider and allows smiling senator from Naboo to come in. Her face quickly turns to the look of surprise once she notices who's with you.

'Anakin- I mean, General Skywalker, I didn't expect to meet you here,' she says and forces a smile again. It puzzles you but you smile yourself.

'Looks like news travel fast,' you chuckle. 'I see you also heard about my arrival. And in good moment. Just in time for dinner. Threepio, bring a plate for the Senator as well.'

'Yes, the Senate is already gossiping about it,' your friend says and slowly joins you. 'I came as soon as I heard it. How… did you find out about it, General?'

'I had some business in the area, Senator,' Anakin lies. 'I heard someone talking about arrival of a princess of Luth. I got the details and here I am.'

'We're all friends here, so why are you so formal with each other?' you ask, blinking. Your friends look at each other and then attempt to relax. But fail. It's odd. You will have to dig details about it from Skywalker. Padmé will insist everything is fine.

'So, tell me,' you say, turning to Amidala. 'What can I expect when I enter the Senate tomorrow?'

'Lots of arguing,' your friend sighs. 'The new bill is causing quite an uproar.'

The more she talks, the more your face falls. But whenever you're very grim, you glance at the Jedi. Seeing his discreet smile, raises your spirits at once. Yes. It was a good call to come here. If only to see that smile.

Anakin is still surprised how easily he can get to your suite. No one pays him any attention. And there aren't any rumors. And he's pretty sure he's coming here way too often. For other people's liking. In his opinion not often enough.

'Why, hello there, General Skywalker,' Lanash says after she opens the for him. 'Princess [Y/N] is very grateful you've agreed to come and meet her.'

'I'm happy to assist the Princess with any problem she may have,' the Jedi says seriously. Your maid invites him in and closes the door behind him. She points him to your office.

'I'll bring you two some refreshments later,' she promises and disappears. He quickly hurries to your room. He finds you sitting behind a desk, writing something furiously. He smirks and sneaks out behind you. He feels you jumping when he starts giving you a massage.

'So, for whom is this angry message?' he asks. You smile hearing his voice.

'Anakin,' you say and turn your head to look at him. 'You scared me.'

'You don't mind,' he says cheekily. You laugh.

'Not at all,' you admit, shaking your head, and sigh. 'And answering your question, Chancellor Palpatine is going to receive this.'

He tenses. Chancellor is his friends and your clear resentment for him makes him feel uneasy. He'd love for both of you two get along.

'Let's not talk about it,' you say, knowing it makes him feel uncomfortable.

'No, tell me,' he insists. 'Maybe it's something I can help you with.'

'I don't think so, but thank you,' you say and sigh again. 'He keeps treating me so condescendingly. I can see it in his smile and eyes. He doesn't take me seriously. Every solution to some problem I have, he shuts it down without even considering it. I don't know if it's because I'm a princess or… I don't know. I'm just so tired.'

'Well, I have an idea what can help you take your mind off it and relax,' Skywalker says after a moment. He lets go of your shoulders and turns your chair so you'd face him. You can't even open your mouth to ask a question when his lips are on yours.

'Is it working?' he asks after a moment.

'Yes, so don't stop,' you answer. He chuckles and kisses you again, this time longer. At some point you stand up and he starts walking backward. But before his back can hit the wall, he turns, so you it's your back against the wall instead.

'Tell me what you want,' he whispers.

'I want your lips on my neck,' you murmur. 'And what do you want?'

'Your hands in my hair,' he answers and starts kissing your neck. You sigh and oblige to his request. He groans and becomes rougher.

'Anakin… ah! Oh…' you gasp, your eyes wide. You tug on his hair and his hips buckle against yours.

'I missed you,' he murmurs, gently caressing your hips. 'So much. Every minute without you is torture. I… I need-'

He is interrupted by his communicator going off. You both freeze. He sighs and very reluctantly lets you go. He walks away to answer the call. You hear Obi-Wan's voice.

A moment later Skywalker returns. He looks at you with anguish. Your shoulders slump.

'I have a mission,' he declares. You smile sadly at him and nod. Just at that moment Lanash peeks in. She freezes seeing your expressions.

'I was expecting more kissing, you know,' she says but frowns when none of you responds. 'What happened?'

'I have new orders,' Anakin answers. 'I'm afraid I won't be able to drink that refreshment.'

'Don't worry, it won't go to waste,' she informs him and looks at him with worry. 'Be careful out there, General.'

'I will,' he promises and glances at you. 'And you look after her.'

'Oh, no doubt about that,' she swears. 'I'll leave you alone.'

She walks out of the room. Skywalker turns to you, looking at you with despair. You put your arms around him and you hug.

'Always remember, my heart holds you when my arms cannot,' you say softly. He smiles and presses a kiss to your temple.

'I love you,' he says. 'I'll carry you with my heart wherever I go.'

You smile and this time you're the one to initiate the kiss. You pull away reluctantly.

'Please, be careful,' you beg. 'I can't live without you.'

'I promise I will,' he swears and kisses your knuckles. 'I'll call tonight.'

You nod. He lets you go and turns to leave.

'Anakin!' you call and he looks over his shoulder at you. 'I love you, too. May the Force be with you.'

He smiles at you and nods. A moment later he's gone. When C-3PO comes a moment later with your drink, he finds you sitting by your desk, your face in your hands.

Not long later you're standing on your balcony. You look at the sky and thanks to that you see the moment Skywalker's cruiser goes up. You look at it, sending a prayer to your gods.

On the cruiser, Anakin is standing by a window. He's checked from which side the part of city you're in and tries to find your apartment. He thinks he sees a lonely figure on the balcony. He smiles. His heart tells you that it is you.

'May the Force be with you,' he whispers.

'Did you say something, Master?' Ahsoka asks, walking to him. He shakes his head and walks away from the window.

'Nothing, Snips,' he denies. 'Nothing at all.'

Weeks pass before he returns. He's anxious when they land. They have to make sure everything is fine, give orders about the ship, then go to the Temple, give report to the Council… it will be ages before he's going to see you.

But to his surprise, when he gets off the ship, there you are, standing together with Padmé, Obi-Wan and Master Yoda. You're barely able to stop the grin and the look of love. And he barely resists running to you and taking you in his arms.

'That's quite a welcome comity,' Ahsoka jokes.

'Well, it was quite impressive what you pulled off,' Kenobi says with a smile.

'Are you all right?' Amidala asks, worried.

'There were serious casualties,' Anakin reports grimly. 'But we're not worse for the wear.'

'Impressed with how you dealt with the crisis, the Council is,' Yoda surprises him. 'Proud you can be, Skywalker.'

'Thank you, Master Yoda,' your beloved says, touched. You beam at him, happy he gets the recognition he deserves.

'Oh, you should have seen him out there!' Tano says, excited. 'I've never seen him fight like that. And the way he gave orders…'

She gives you a full reconstruction of the events. Her master is actually embarrassed. He doesn't feel like he did something amazing. Nor something more than usual. But maybe he didn't just realize that. He remembers, though, what was on his mind during that battle. That he must give his best and return to Coruscant. To you.

He looks at you and sees your eyes are already on him. You share a secret smile.

'Anakin, give orders of the repairs,' Obi-Wan says, breaking the spell. 'Then we will drive to the Temple.'

'With us to come, would you like?' Yoda asks you and Padmé, as Skywalker walks to give orders. He strains to hear the answers.

'Yes, I'd like to hear more about the battle,' the Senator answers.

'I'm afraid I have a meeting soon,' you respond to your beloved's dismay. 'I just wanted to welcome our heroes home. Anakin, do come by when you have the time. Maybe I'll get to hear your perspective on the matter. You've been unusually quiet.'

'I just don't think there's anything to brag about,' he says, happy with your suggestion, turning to face you. You smirk.

'Liar,' you say and look at your companions to say your goodbye. Skywalker walks away with a spring in his step, glad he gets to see you later, privately.

He gets there in the end later than he wanted. He knocks on the door and C-3PO lets him in. He finds you in your bedroom, wearing your nightgown already. You're sitting on your bed and reading a book.

'Forgive me, my star,' he says and falls on his knees before you. He presses his head to your stomach and sighs with content. You caress his hair gently.

'It's all right,' you assure him. 'Did the meeting with Council dragged out?'

'No,' he answers after a moment, a bit tense. You frown.

'What happened?' you ask but he doesn't respond. 'Anakin, tell me. Please. You're worrying me.'

'I was with Padmé,' he finally admits reluctantly. Your hand freezes.

'Oh,' it's all you manage to say. 'Well, she did wait for you after the meeting of the Council. But why didn't you-'

He pulls away suddenly, causing you to cut yourself off. He looks at you with guilt. Your heart starts beating faster a beat.

'When we… weren't talking to each other,' he starts slowly, 'there was this time where Padmé was in danger. I was rescuing her. We got into a situation and we… we thought we're not going to make it. She… confessed she has feelings for me… and then we kissed.'

'Oh,' you say again. You look away, not sure what to feel. You're jealous. But you weren't together then. You have no right to be.

'After it was over and the emotions cooled down, I talked with her,' he continues. 'I told her that we can't be together. Jedi Code, blah blah blah… That this kiss was a spur of the moment. And that I… I'm not sure about my feelings for her. That I thought there's something but I changed since that time. She accepted it, of course, but… it's been awkward ever since between us two.'

'Like that time when she showed up when I arrived here,' you remember. He nods.

'She… tried to fix things today,' he explains. 'I hated things being like they were, so I agreed for a talk and a walk. Things are better now, but… I think she still has feelings for me. And hopes I can have for her. If she tries to persuade me again, I'll be clear on my feelings. For her! Not you. She can't know, I know. I just-'

You silence him with a kiss. He sighs and puts his hands on your waist. Just like that his worries melt away. You're truly magical.

'I trust you,' you say after pulling away. 'Always remember that.'

He smiles at you. You sigh and caress his hair again.

'You're taking it much better than I would,' he confesses. 'If I knew someone wants you, I… I wanted to kill that prince for trying to have you. The way he spoke that day… I almost…'

You cup his face. You peck his nose, surprising him.

'I am jealous,' you admit. 'I want to march to Padmé and inform her you're taken. And… maybe… hit her… with something heavy… But that's wrong. Like killing. So, I focus on something else. Like the knowledge you're mine and she can't take you away from me. And no one can take me from you.'

He smiles and stands up, pulling you up with him. He pulls you close and kisses you deep. You sigh and respond.

'Stay with me tonight?' you ask and become nervous. 'No, forget I said that. I didn't mean-'

'Shh…' he silences you with a finger on your lips and chuckles. 'I know. It's too soon. But I want to hold you in my arms all night.'

You smile at him. He goes to take a shower. He's very surprised to find his sleeping robes waiting for him. Turns out, R2-D2, now aware of your relationship, figured out his master is going to stay the night and sneaked into the Temple, gathers some of Anakin's things and passed them to C-3PO. You're blushing terribly when explaining that to him.

'Are we really that obvious?' he asks, shaking his head.

'Not too terribly, otherwise Astrariel would be teasing me about it,' you sigh. 'And I'm pretty sure other Jedi would have something to say.'

'Yeah, that's true,' he murmurs and climbs next to you under the covers. He pulls you to himself. In a moment you feel safe. You close your eyes and sigh, putting your hands on his chest.

'Sleep, my star,' he says, kissing the top of your head. 'I'll be here when you wake up.'

'I'm really happy with that,' you whisper and kiss his chest. 'Goodnight, my love.'

'Goodnight,' he says, 'my universe…'

For the next months, Anakin comes off and back to Coruscant. The returns are always welcomed more, because he can rush to your apartment and have you in his arms again. You love those moments as well, immediately smiling when he walks in. Then, you spend every moment you can together. But all that's good must end eventually.

One day Anakin finds you on the balcony. You're sitting by a small table, drinking tea and staring at the setting sun over the city. Something's troubling you, he can sense it.

'My star?' he asks. You jerk, startled. You look at him and smile.

'Anakin,' you say and extend your hand to him. 'Come.'

He takes your hand and allows you to pull him to you. He sits on a chair opposite to you. He drinks your figure with his eyes. As usual, you look lavishing in your dress, and your posture, so elegant and refined, invites him to kiss you senseless. But the look on your face stops him.

'I have good news and bad news,' you say after a moment of silence.

'I want to hear-' he starts but you put a finger on his lips. He frowns.

'You don't get to choose,' you inform him. 'There's an order, otherwise it won't make sense. So, the good news first. Senator Benthura's wife is getting better. The doctors are sure she's going to make a full recovery.'

'That's great!' Skywalker says, beaming, but then his face falls. 'But that means…'

'That's the bad news,' you say, giving him a sad look. 'He's coming back within a week. I may stay a few days longer to bring him up to speed but after that… I must return to Luth.'

Your beloved looks at you with anguish. He's got used to this. Seeing you when he's here. It's not that often with the Clone Wars demanding his presence, but it was still more often than when you are on a planet he visits once in a while.

'I know I can't keep you here,' he says. 'But it breaks my heart.'

'I feel the same,' you say, reaching for his hand with a pained expression. 'I'm so relieved Hestia is going to be all right, I really am. But it's going to be a torture to seeing you less often. But we… I'm sure we can think of something. And we're going to call each other every night, like we already do when you're away.'

He nods but doesn't look convinced. It hurts you to see him like that. You stand up and sit on his lap. He looks at you with surprise. You lean down and cup his face. You join your lips and he melts into it gladly. You know you're playing a dangerous game. But every kiss with him is worth every consequence.

A few days later it's time for you to leave. You pulled it off for as long as you could, waiting for Anakin to come back from another mission. You spend the afternoon with him, trying not to think about tomorrow.

'Come to my apartments tonight,' you whisper when you're saying goodbye for the evening. He looks at you with surprise but agrees. He's strangely nervous when he knocks on your door a few hours later. Lanash lets him in and he enters your living room.

'You made it,' you say with a smile. He doesn't answer. He stares at your nightgown that is anything but modest. He sees your curves perfectly. He loves it. But he wants to so much to tear it off you.

'Lanash has prepared you a bath,' you say. He goes to the bathroom, his thoughts running. When he leaves the bathtub, you're not where he left you.

'[Y/N]?' he calls.

'In here,' he hears your voice from the bedroom. He gulps and enters it. He stands frozen. The room is lit with candles and you're standing by the window. You turn your head and he can't look away from your eyes.

'I'm going home tomorrow,' you say, slowly walking to him. 'I don't know when we're going to see each other again. I want to become one with you before that happens.'

'[Y/N]…' he says, stunned. 'I don't… We don't have to…'

'Do you want this?' you ask, stopping in front of him. He stares into your eyes, his heart beating like crazy. He gulps.

'Yes,' he whispers. 'I want it so much. But I can't… It's a serious decision and you-'

'I love you,' you interrupt him. 'With my whole body. I want to show you how much. I want to be fully yours and you to be fully mine. I'm ready. I want this. I want us to take this next step. But only if you want the same.'

He answers you by pulling you to himself by your hips harshly and pressing his lips to yours hard. You sigh and respond, putting your hands around his neck. The kiss is hungry, needy, passionate. He knows you two won't be able to stop now.

'Lanash-' he stars.

'Won't come until I call her,' you interrupt him. 'And she is not to let anyone in under any circumstances. Relax. Take me and let me take you.'

'I'm yours,' he whispers, staring at you, transfixed. You take his hand and start walking backwards. You stop when you hit the bed. You let go of Anakin and take off his sleeping robes. Then, you guide his hands to your nightgown. He slowly takes it off and stares at your naked body while you admire his.

'You're beautiful,' he whispers in awe. You chuckle, embarrassed, and touch his chest.

'And you're mesmerizing,' you say and kiss his jaw. 'Come on…'

You climb on the bed and lay down. Slowly, he climbs on top of you. You stare at each other for a moment, nervous and excited. Then, he starts kissing and caressing your body. You gasp and tangle your hands in his hair. You tug and he groans. He goes lower and starts sucking on your nipple. You moan.

'Anakin…' you whisper and start touching his body. You touch each other's body and exchange kisses. At one point he goes down and starts pleasuring your womanhood with his fingers and mouth, while you gently stroke his member. You're both moaning and panting.

Finally, he pulls away. He stares at you with eyes dark with lust. You give him the same look.

'Are you sure?' he asks. You spread your legs.

'Yes,' you declare. He slowly enters you, careful so not to hurt you. You whimper when he pierces your little barrier but after a moment you give him a green light. He starts moving in you, kissing you, gently touching your breasts.

'[Y/N]…' he groans. 'My [Y/N]…'

'Yours…' you pant. 'Only yours. Forever. Please. More.'

He goes faster and harder, but still minding your limits. But the moans you make for him show him you love this. It spurs him on. He wants to please you. To give you pleasure. The same amount you're giving him and you're giving him a lot.

'Are you close?' he asks some time later, his voice strained.

'Yes… you?' you ask. He nods and kisses you hard. He rubs your rosebud and you cry out. You press him closer to you. He groans and goes faster.

'Anakin!' you shout when your reach your peak, your body shaking. Feeling you clenching around him causes him to finish as well.

'[Y/N]!' he cries out, spilling inside you. When he's done, he falls on you, both of you breathing heavily.

'So worth… breaking… the Code,' he pants a moment later. You laugh. He lifts his head and sees your beautiful smile and eyes shining. He falls in love with you all over again.

'Let's just hope no one finds out anyway,' you say.

'Yeah, better not,' he agrees and gently pulls out of you. You shiver, feeling empty and incomplete. Judging by his grimace, he feels the same. He sighs heavily and collapses next to you.

'I'm not sure that was a good idea,' he says, opening his arms for you. You immediately turn and snuggle into him.

'How so?' you ask, worried. He looks at you with love.

'Now I'll just miss you more,' he explains. You smack him on the chest for scaring you like that. He laughs and kisses the top of your head.

'It was amazing,' he says. 'Every second of it. Thank you.'

'I agree,' you whisper and look up at him. 'And thank you as well.'

He can't resist. He leans down and kisses you. You sigh and respond. A long moment passes before you pull away. You stifle back a yawn.

'Sleep,' he says. 'You must be tired after such day.'

'Just a moment longer,' you say, shaking your head. 'I want to have as much time with you as I can. Tomorrow, I leave and… who knows when we'll see each other in person again.'

'I'll do everything I can for it to be soon, my star,' he promises and squeezes your hand. 'I swear. But now you must rest.'

You want to protest more. But in the end, the sleep takes you and your breathing evens out. Anakin stares at you for a moment longer with a soft smile, before he's asleep as well.

Next day, you're saying your goodbyes. You hug Ahsoka and Padmé for a long time, a few Clones as well. Obi-Wan and Jar Jar get a hug. But the last one is the most painful.

'Call me as soon as you land,' Skywalker murmurs into your ear, not wanting to let go of you.

'I will,' you promise and reluctantly pull away. You share one last sad smile and you turn to leave. You bow your head respectfully to Masters Yoda and Windu, who have come to see you off as well. They nod back and you pray they don't feel what you share with your beloved.

'Your Highness,' your personal guard, Clint Hawk, calls. You follow C-3PO and Lanash onto your ship. Onboard, you turn your head and meet Anakin's eyes. You see an anguish in them and you're sure he can see it in yours as well. From the window, you watch him until he's just a little dot. And just like that you're separated again.

One day, Yoda and Mace Windu are strolling through the Temple, discussing their next move in the Clone Wars. Suddenly, they see someone hurrying their way. They're surprised to see it is the King of Luth. When he's closer, they're even more stunned to see his clothes are wrinkled and hair in disarray.

'Your Majesty, unexpected, your visit is,' the Grand Master say. 'But a welcome one. What here brings you, hm?'

'I'm afraid I once again must ask Jedi for help, Master Yoda,' Andrrei says, stopping.

'We promise to do everything we can,' Windu says. 'What ails you, our friend?'

'The Separatists… they have taken my daughter,' the King says, looking at them with despair. The Jedi give him a shocked look.

'In private discuss it, we will,' Yoda decides and the three men go to one of the rooms. They sit on cushions and Andrrei starts his story:

'A week or so ago, my daughters went for a ride and picnic. But the dusk came and they didn't return. I took some men and we followed their trail. We found the horses tied to a tree. Not far was a picnic blanket. There was a mess on it. Like… there was some kind of fight. We started an investigation at once. But no one saw anything and my daughters weren't back.'

'You said one of your daughters was taken,' Windu reminds him.

'That's because a few days later one of the guards have brought Astrariel to the palace,' the King explains. 'She was in disguise, dirty, scared and exhausted, but she was fine. The guard told us she arrived on a cruiser prom from Abelor. After she rested, she told us what happened.'

'Hm… not so long ago a battle not far from Abelor there was,' Yoda says. 'Continue, please.'

'My daughters have been trained in fight,' Andrrei continues. 'Astrariel told us they fought back when the men that came out of nowhere attacked them. But they were quickly overwhelmed and knocked out. They woke up in a cell on a ship. But they're not damsels in distress and the guards didn't consider them a threat. So, they managed to free themselves from the cell. Recognizing the ship from her studies, [Y/N] has managed to lead them to escape pods. The moment Astrariel got inside one, they were discovered. [Y/N] quickly ejected her sister, allowing her to escape. Last thing Astrariel saw, was her older sister engaging in a battle with droids to draw away the attention of the escape pod. The pod landed on Abelor. Astrariel managed to reach the nearest city, got some clothes as a disguise and bought herself a ticked to our planet.'

'And the rest we know,' Mace says. 'The only thing pointing at the Separatists are the droids?'

'Ah, no,' the King denies. 'On their way to the escape pods my daughters overheard the conversation between two droids. They were talking about a soon arrival of… Whorm Loathsom.'

'That is troubling,' Windu admits and thinks. 'Abelor… When were they there?'

'A few days ago,' Andrrei answers. 'We gathered out forces and set after them at once. But after they entered the active warzone… we couldn't follow. I didn't have enough men.'

'Help you, we will,' Yoda promises after a moment.

'If they travel as slowly as you say, they must have a reason for it,' Mace says.

'My guess is they hope someone will engage them and start a battle,' the King says. 'If my daughter was to die on that ship during the attack…'

'The consequences severe, would be,' Yoda agrees. 'Hm… maybe so. Everything you found out, send us. Decide what to do next, we will.'

'Thank you,' Andrrei says, relieved. He says his goodbyes and leaves. Soon after two Jedi receive all information they need and start their own investigation.

'If we are right… Skywalker is the closest to them right now,' Windu says.

'The princess' best hope he is,' Yoda says and calls Anakin. A moment later the Knight's hologram shows up in the room.

'A new mission for you we have,' the Grand Master says before the young Jedi can speak up. 'No need for you there, there is. Someone else your attention requires.'

'Master?' Skywalker asks, frowning.

'Princess [Y/N] of Luth is a hostage of Separatists,' Mace starts. 'We believe the ship she's on is nearby your location. We'll send you everything we know about the situation. Be careful. The ship is travelling suspiciously slowly. We don't know what their real goal is. It may be a trap.'

'Understood, Masters,' Anakin responds. 'I will bring the princess home safely.'

The Jedi send him every information he needs, telling him what they can. During their conversation, Skywalker gives the co-ordinates to Rex. Soon after the holograms disappear from the ship.

Ahsoka and the Clones that are present look with worry at their general. He has his fists and jaw clenched. Tano decides to take a step forward.

'Master?' she asks hesitantly. He turns on his heel.

'Prepare for battle ahead,' he orders, his voice emotionless, and marches out of the room. Others exchange a look.

Outside, Anakin tries hard not to panic. You're in danger. Again. Kidnapped. Again. He can only hope to get to you in time. He can't lose you. He just can't.

He stops. He swears and punches the wall. It doesn't help. But he doesn't hit it again. His face hardens in determination. He will find you. He must.

And he does. An hour or so later they're in the middle of the battle. It was a trap, obviously. But that doesn't stop anyone. Especially not Skywalker, who runs through the ship and slices any droid that stands in his way.

Finally, he turns yet another corner. A person in front of him turns around wildly, pointing a blaster at him. He immediately stops and raises his hands up.

'It's me,' he says, staring into your eyes calmly. You lower the blaster with shaking hands.

'Anakin,' you gasp. 'Oh, thank the gods…'

You drop the blaster and run into his arms. He catches you quickly, though he's surprised by such a public display of affection. But when he feels your body shaking and hears your sobs, he realizes how scared you are and what a relief it must be to see him.

'It's all right,' he murmurs into your ear, holding you close. 'I'm here. We're getting you out of here. You'll be safe in a moment.'

You just sob and cling to him harder. The battle rages on but it doesn't matter to him. Comforting you takes priority. So, he doesn't pull away even when Ahsoka and a few of his troopers show up. He doesn't seem to notice the exchange of a look between them.

'Sir-' Fives starts but Rex silences him with a raised fist. A moment later you pull away. Anakin cups your face gently and takes a good look at you. His heart breaks.

Your hair is in disarray and your face is dirty. There are a few burns on your arms. Your clothes are torn. But more importantly, there's a deep fear in your eyes.

'Can you walk?' he asks softly. You nod and pull away. You grab the dropped blaster and join others.

'Let's get out of here,' you say, somehow managing to keep your voice from shaking. Others nod and lead you out.

'How did you even find yourself on this corridor?' Skywalker asks. You smile.

'When you attacked, a couple of droids were ordered to bring me on the bridge,' you explain. 'Clearly, they haven't heard that I almost escaped with my sister already and underestimated me. The blaster belonged to one of them.'

'Resourceful and clever as always,' Rex chuckles. You send him a grin. But it quickly falters as you encounter more droids.

It seems hours pass before you find yourself on your rescuers ship. The moment you enter the hyperspace, your legs give out and your beloved barely manages to catch you before you hit the floor.

'I'll take her to a medical bay,' Jesse offers.

'I got this,' Skywalker says and picks you up bridal style. He walks away with you and his companions once again exchange a look.

'In moments like this I'm glad I'm not a Jedi,' Fives sighs.

'In moments like this I wonder how the Jedi Council can be so blind,' Rex grunts.

'Because they only seem to be on their best behavior around them,' Ahsoka murmurs, smiling slightly. 'And we're not going to inform them, are we?'

'Absolutely not,' the Clones answer. Tano snorts and heads to give the Jedi Council a report.

In the meantime, Anakin watches how the medic droid checks you over. He's relieved to hear that you've sustained no serious injuries. Once he's alone with you, he allows himself to grab your hand and squeeze it gently.

'I'm sorry I let it happen,' he says quietly, regret and sorrow in his voice. In your sleep, you squeeze his hand back, as if telling him it's not his fault. He smiles and brings your hand to his lips to press a kiss to it.

'Rest, my star,' he murmurs. 'You're safe now.'

You allow Anakin to support you when you come down the ramp. You spot your family immediately. Astrariel and your mother stay together, while your father is a bit closer than them. All of them watch you anxiously.

You let go of Skywalker once you're on your planet. You walk fast to the King and he hugs you tightly. You inhale his scent, feeling finally at home.

'My brave girl,' he murmurs, his voice breaking a bit. 'I'm so proud of you. But I'm sorry you had to go through that. Words cannot express how relieved and glad I am you're safe and sound. My precious little girl.'

'Dad…' you whisper, on the verge of tears. He pulls away and cups your face. He smiles, his eyes shining. You return the smile and close your eyes, bowing your head a bit. Your father mirrors the move and your foreheads touch.

'Go, your mother and sister can't wait to greet you as well,' he says. You nod and take a step back. Then, you walk around him and hurry to Astrariel and the Queen. They don't hold back and cry as they hug you.

Anakin watches the reunion with a smile. But he straightens up when Andrrei walks to him. He starts bowing but the King grabs his arms and smiles.

'General Skywalker, I can't tell you how grateful I am you brought my daughter home,' he says. The Jedi smiles.

'I'm glad I wasn't too late, Your Majesty,' he says.

'As am I,' your father sighs. The men look at you. They see your mother caressing your cheek and urging you inside. You turn your head and your eyes land on your beloved. A minute pass before you turn your head back. Neither of you is aware that the King is watching you closely.

'You must be tired,' he says and turns to the people on the ship. 'Come down, we have prepared food and baths for you!'

The Clones and Ahsoka cheer. They're not sure what excites them more. They rush down and pass their general, eager to properly rest. Only Tano stops and looks at her master.

'Walk with me,' Andrrei says, clapping the older Jedi's shoulder.

'Go ahead, Snips,' Anakin says to his padawan. She shrugs and hurries after her friends, shouting at them to wait for her. Skywalker and the King head the other way. The Jedi hopes whatever it is will be quick, because he hopes for a bath as well.

'How has having a padawan been for you?' your father asks once they reach his chambers.

'It's… definitely a challenge,' the Jedi admits. 'But a rewarding one for sure. Ahsoka is a great Jedi. And helps me in more ways than I have expected.'

'That's good to hear,' the King says and pours them some wine. 'To be honest, I was relieved when I heard you two were given the mission to rescue [Y/N].'

'How so?' Anakin asks, frowning.

'Because I was sure you'd rescue her. No one cares about my daughter the way you do. Outside my family, of course.'

'I… I'm sure that's not true, Your Majesty.'

'No? Are you not her best friend?'

'Y-yes, of course, I am.'

They sip the wine in silence for a moment. Skywalker finds a portrait of a royal family on a wall and smiles softly when he looks at your likeness. The King watches him with a soft smile of his own.

'You're in love with her, aren't you?' he asks. The Jedi looks at him, startled. He quickly starts to deny it but Andrrei silences him with a hand.

'Anakin, I'm not blind,' he chuckles. 'I've watched you two for years. I saw how your friendship blossoms into love. I see the way you look at each other. The look [Y/N] gives you is the same Lyra gives me. And I'm sure the look you give her is the same I give to my wife.'

Skywalker looks down, ashamed. Your father claps his shoulder.

'I am not angry with you and I'm not going to demand that you stop this,' he assures him. The Jedi looks at him with surprise. The King lets him go and walks to the window. He stares at the setting sun.

'In our culture, the most important thing in our life… is love,' he says. 'That's why my daughters and wife protested so much against the marriage with Prince Jordari. Marrying someone you don't love is hard to understand for us. Especially, when your heart already belongs to someone else.'

He gives Anakin a knowing look. The young man looks down bashfully. Andrrei chuckles.

'That's also why [Y/N] couldn't understand why Jedi can't love,' he says. 'She was asking me about it a lot when she was younger. I'm sure she asked you about it, too.'

'Yes, she did,' Skywalker confirms, remembering the conversation you two had about it.

'Love is sacred for us,' your father says. 'Love between two people even more so. So, I can't forbid you to stop seeing my daughter. Even though my common sense tells me you should. I understand the dangers that come with a love for a Jedi. But a broken heart can bring even more. However, there is one thing.'

'Your Majesty?' Anakin asks, worried.

'We love deeply. Unconditionally. When we give our hearts to someone, we don't ever ask back for it. So, I'm afraid that my daughter will never love anyone else. And since she's the heir to the throne of Luth and you are a Jedi… it is troublesome.'

'I… I understand, Your Majesty.'

'… No, I don't think you do. Do you love her?'

'With all my heart. She's… There's no one like her. I know she's the one for me. Only with her I feel free and… as myself. Just seeing her face brings a smile to my face. When I'm not with her, I keep wondering when I'll hear her voice again. Her laugh… is the most beautiful sound in the world.'

The King smiles. He sees in Skywalker's eyes he's telling the truth.

'Then I give you my blessing to ask her to marry you,' he says. The Jedi looks at him with wide eyes. Your father laughs.

'Don't give me that look,' he says. 'Surely, you thought about it if you say she's the one.'

'Yes, but… I didn't think I would marry her soon,' Anakin says, blushing. 'I mean… I want to. I know that. But I don't think she'd agree while I'm in the Jedi Order.'

'Are you planning to leave it?' Andrrei asks, interested.

'I consider it,' Skywalker answers after a pause. 'I'd love if we could be together in the open, her the crown princess and me the Jedi Knight… or Master. That's why I want to be granted the rank of the Master. Maybe I could change things then. But I'm also aware it may fail. But also, that one day [Y/N] is going to become a queen. And as her husband I'd have to take a place beside her as a king.'

'There are still years before that happens hopefully. I am in a very good health after all. But let me tell you something. Being married while sitting on thrones is something completely different than when being simple people. Or even a princess and a Jedi.'

'I know… But we don't need to get married.'

'Do you really think so? People say there's not much difference before and after marriage. Maybe that's true, but for some there is something different. Also, there is something comforting in wearing bands. "This person is mine and I'm theirs. No one can tear us apart, for we are joined, we are one." It's reassuring. Even if other people can't know that's true.'

Anakin thinks hard about it. He's still conflicted. Your father puts a hand on his shoulder with a kind smile.

'Think about it,' he encourages him. 'And talk about it with [Y/N].'

'I'm not sure if she's going to be keen on that idea. She was against a relationship with me at first.'

'I think you will find her more into that idea than you think. She has her mother's spirit. She, too, was against marrying me at first. She didn't want to be a queen at first. But then, I almost died in an ambush. The possibility of losing me made her change her mind.'

Anakin frowns. He looks down, thinking about it.

'Talk with her,' Andrrei encourages him. 'But whatever you two will decide, you have my blessing.'

An hour later Skywalker finds himself knocking on your door. C-3PO opens it.

'Oh, Master Anakin!' he says happily. 'How good it is to see you. We're all very happy you brought Princess [Y/N].'

'No one more than me, Threepio,' the Jedi assures him with a smile and walks in. The droid quickly puts himself on guard, while Skywalker walks into your drawing room. He finds you standing in the threshold of the balcony, staring outside, your arms around yourself.

'Something interesting out there?' he asks, walking to you. He puts his arms around you. His heart skips a beat when he feels you relaxing and leaning into him.

'People want to celebrate my return,' you explain. 'They're so happy I'm back and all right. I think they're considering building you a monument, since you've helped us so many times. Lanash says it's an excellent idea. I think it would just make your ego grow.'

'You're both right,' he responds and you laugh.

'I've heard my father talked with you in private,' you say slowly. 'What did he want?'

'He gave me his blessing to marry you,' he answers after a beat. He expects surprise, maybe a bit of fear. But you don't even budge.

'Ah,' you say instead. 'I wondered if he knows about us. What did you say to him?'

'That I want to marry you,' he answers. 'But I'm not sure if the time is right.'

'Will it ever be?' you ask. He looks at you with surprise. Also, with fear and hope.

'What do you mean?' he asks.

'A week ago, I'd probably say it's not a good decision for now,' you answer.

'But now?' he asks, his heart beating fast. You turn in his arms and face him. Your eyes meet.

'Now I've been kidnapped by Separatists and all I could think about when I would see you again,' you say and cup his cheek. 'I was afraid it would be never. And when I saw you… nothing else mattered. I didn't care who sees us and what they think. I was ready to shout to the world how much I love you.'

He looks at you, stunned. Hopes shines in his eyes.

'Hypothetically, if I were to propose to you… you'd say yes?' he asks. You smile.

'I would,' you confirm and a grin starts forming on his face. 'But you must be aware first that we don't have a thing like engagement. The couple decides they want to get married? They do it in the span of the next few days. And since I'm a princess, our wedding has to be public. Everyone will know. And since your troops and padawan are here… they will have to know as well.'

He frowns, worried. Just then Lanash looks into the room. Obviously, she heard at least the last part.

'Pardon me, but they already suspect there's something between the two of you,' she reveals. You look at her with surprise and fright.

'How do you know?' Anakin asks.

'I heard Rex and Jesse talking about it,' she explains. 'Mind you, they should have kept their voices down. Anyway, they said something about what a cute couple you two are.'

You and Skywalker blush. Your maid must control herself not to giggle.

'So, I think they won't tell anyone,' she says. 'They're loyal to you, General Skywalker. Same as Ahsoka.'

You and your beloved share a look. You smile. He grins and drops on one knee, ignoring Lanash's presence, who quickly calls C-3PO and R2-D2.

'[Y/N] [L/N], Princess of Luth, will you make me the happiest man alive and become my wife?' Anakin asks. You squeeze his hands, beaming.

'Becoming your wife will make me the happiest woman alive,' you say and chuckle. 'Of course, I will marry you.'

He grins and stands up. He takes you in his arms and kisses you passionately. Behind him, your friends cheer.

'Pardon me,' your maid says a moment later, pushing her way next to you. You watch her, puzzled, as she walks onto the balcony. She grabs the railing and leans over it.

'SHE SAID "YES"!' she yells at the top of her lungs. You and your fiancé stare at her, horrified. But then you jump, startled, when you hear cheerful screams. Lanash turns to you.

'Apparently, as your mother has made me aware today, everyone in the capital knew you two have a thing, just no one spoke about it,' she explains. 'After seeing you come down the ramp, holding to him, they were sure you're going to get married, as they all remember why your mother finally said "yes" to your father. So, they're not preparing for a celebration of your return. They're preparing for a celebration of your wedding.'

You and Anakin look at each other, bewildered. He shakes his head.

'Is there anyone who doesn't know?' he asks. R2-D2 beeps.

'Oh, only people here know,' C-3PO translates. 'Apparently, you just control yourself around people you know could break you apart.'

You can't help it and start laughing. Skywalker looks at you, stunned, but then he starts laughing as well. He takes you in his arms and grins. In a few days his dream is about to come true. He'll be your husband and you'll be his wife.

Thank you for reading! Let me know your thoughts! Reblog, like and comment if you could. Every comment makes my day!

This can also be found on Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60214684/chapters/154512862

#anakin skywalker #reader #anakin x reader #anakin x you #anakin & reader #anakin & you #anakin/reader #anakin/you #star wars

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jessicas-pi · 1 year ago

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I'm Back On My Incorrect Quote Nonsense: More Medieval AU

Ahsoka: Go big or go home! Rex: Please, for once in your life just go home. I'm begging you. Go. Home. Ahsoka: I'm going big!

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Ezra: I can't believe there's a cat somewhere in the palace. Amazing feeling. Love cats. And he's here, in the palace! Somewhere! And I may encounter him! What a treat.

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Caleb: *Laughs* Aw, you had a crush on me? That’s embarrassing— Hera: We’re married. Caleb: Still.

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Korkie: *Screams* Ahsoka: *Screams louder to assert dominance* Rex: Shouldn't we do something?! Anakin, observing: No, I want to see who wins this.

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Ketsu: Sabine, I know you snuck out with Ezra last night. Sabine: If you tell Mother or Father, I swear I’ll murder you, and they’ll never find the body. Ketsu: Five bucks? Sabine: Fine.

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Cal: So apparently the 'bad vibes' I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress

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Rex: And what did we learn, Princess? Ahsoka, bowing her head: Tackling someone isn’t the correct response to being asked a simple question.

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Adenn, to Skira: I’d make fun of your height but there isn’t enough to make fun of.

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Carthage: *Gets down on one knee* Sabine: Oh my gods, it’s finally happening. Carthage: *Falls over* Sabine: The poison is kicking in!

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Barriss: About that love poem you sent me- Adenn, blushing: What are your thoughts? Barriss: The fourth sentence- Adenn: Yeah, that’s where I got really emotional and I- Barriss: It’s “you’re,” not “your.”

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Ezra: Everyone has a toxic trait. Except Sabine, she’s perfect. Sabine: Wrong! My toxic trait is how badly I want to domesticate a large predatory animal. Ezra: You can't have that toxic trait. That's my toxic trait. Get your own.

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Ahsoka: A murder attempt?? Rex: Yes. Lux: And a threatening message?? Rex: Yes. Ahsoka: Written on the wall?? Rex: Yes. Lux: In BLOOD?? Rex: Yes. Ahsoka and Lux, in unison: Cool. Rex: NO!

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Omega: Being half asleep and feeling someone gently plant a kiss on your forehead is one of the purest kinds of love in the world. Cal: Unless you're home alone.

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Caleb: Good night, Ezra. Hera: Sleep tight. Zeb: Don't let the bedbugs crawl up to your ear and whisper threatening things that make you question yourself. Caleb: Great, now Ezra's crying.

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Qui-Gon: I hate to tell you this, but one of you was adopted. Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka: Ahsoka: Was it Obi-Wan?

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Omega: We all know you love her. Cal: I am not in love with Merrin! Omega, staring at Cal: I never said who... Cal: *realizes* Cal: Cal: mOVING ON—

#the one of you was adopted quote is funnier if you know that all the characters are their star wars species here #and so Ahsoka is LITERALLY a different species than her dad and brothers #incorrect quotes #star wars medieval au #kanera #merrical #sabezra

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pyrrhicraven · 4 months ago

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The fic ships are walked in on while they’re kissing - who walked in and how do they react?

Anakin flipped out, how dare Count Dooku touch Obi-Wan! He threw himself into the room and darted straight for them, both pushing away from one another as Anakin moved to activate his lightsaber to slash at Dooku.

"Anakin no!" Obi-Wan shouted, reminding him of the terrible day that Dooku cut his arm off. That panicked voice the terror on Obi-Wan's face.

"How kriffing dare you!" Anakin roared but then suddenly he was being pushed away from them, his back colliding painfully with the ground.

"Anakin!" Obi-Wan shouted harshly, standing in front of Dooku who was saying something in a hissing tone, probably trying to turn Obi-Wan against him like he was always trying!

"Why are you protecting him! He's just trying to turn you!" Obi-Wan looked hesitant at that comment, his eyes straying away from Anakin. Dooku placed a hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder, whispering still in his ear. Anakin vibrated ready to attack but far too aware that Obi-Wan was in the way…

"He's not what you think he is Anakin please, trust me if you can't trust him." Trust-he would never in a million years trust Dooku!

💚👻💚👻💚 Vlad/Danny💚👻💚👻💚

Danny's heart lept into his throat as the door was slammed open while he was mid kiss with Vlad who jumped away from him they both turned and found his father Jack staring at them a little confused but then just continued to rant about whatever he was on now, Slinging an arm around Vlad’s shoulders and dragging him out the door to Vlad's protests.

Danny followed, hoping that somehow his father hadn't actually caught them before they were ready to tell his folks… Jack set Vlad on some science thing and strolled up to him with a smile, leading him from the room and into the office his mother had insisted on. Waiting for Danny to settle into the single chair in the room before scaring the daylights out of him with a simple question, his father’s voice was lower than normal, but he didn't sound mad just… Curious? "How long have you and Vlad been seeing each other?" how did he answer that? Because they didn't agree on that themselves.

"I'd say about a month, Vlad says otherwise." Jack sighed and sat on the corner of the desk, eyes roaming over Danny.

"It's completely consensual?" Danny flushed because yeah, Vlad hadn't forced him or anything.

"Yeah? I think so?" They still hadn't told his folks that Vlad was halfa either…They had accepted him as phantom but honestly, he hadn't hurt them or embarrassed them in that form. Vlad was nervous about telling them either thing not that he blamed him, Danny was just as nervous and worried still that this could just be Vlad's obsession still somehow even though it had seemed to change when his did.

"Well good, I would hate to have to bury my old friend." Danny snorted because Vlad would say Jack kind of did already.

💚❤️💚❤️💚 Bowser froze as he noticed something not good, Luigi still oblivious to the fact that his brother and princess Peach had caught them kissing.

"Well now I know how that would work." Peach said dryly and Luigi sprang away from him, face cherry red. He turned and let out a squeak at the sight of his brother and the princess.

"I didn't want to see that. Yuck." Mario said with a nervous laugh, Bowser frowned because that wasn't…Luigi would be devastated by that comment, that Mario wouldn't want them to see each other even though they truly cared for each other. Or was it just the kissing part? Could Mario be okay with a former enemy who had just signed a peace treaty dating his brother? Could Luigi be alright with his brother’s disapproval?

"Mario." Luigi sounded terrified and how could he blame Luigi? This wasn't how either of them had wanted these two to find out.

"Bro what are you doing? I know he's not an enemy anymore but seriously you could do so much better." Bowser snorted at the same time as Peach did, well. That was interesting in his opinion, maybe she'd be better about it or just holding in what she really wanted to say till she could yell at either of them in private.

"I never judged you on any of the people you dated even when I didn't like them." Luigi said in a soft voice, hands clutching the front of his overalls, eyes downcast and Mario frowned at the comment.

"You aren't dating though." They were. They had been for a week, just biding their time when they both weren't busy so they could tell these two. That was out the window now, and honestly, he wasn't sure what was about to happen but given the scent of ozone in the air…Luigi was upset, his lightening reacting to his emotions.

The half glance in his direction gave Bowser a shiver through his shell because that was a determined look on his boyfriend’s face, he gave a small nod. Knowing exactly what Luigi was asking permission for. “We are dating Mario; we have been for a while now-that was the reason I asked you and Peach to come here-I just didn’t expect you to get here so fast.” They had thought they had at least ten more minutes for them to show up-that was their first mistake. The second was that they thought they could get away with a last second kiss. “What did you do to my brother?” Mario said with a glare and Bowser snorted because what did he do?

“I treated him with respect and apologized to him for all the stuff I did to him personally.” Unlike those bastard toads who scoffed and insulted him with every chance they got, basically any time Luigi was without Mario. Didn’t the so-called hero even notice how sad his brother could be some days? How alone Luigi had been surrounded by toads that hated him? The only breath of fresh air for Luigi had been toadette, and they rarely got to see each other.

Mario scoffed at his words, but Bowser was speaking the truth no matter how blind Mario wanted to be about his brother’s life. Peach stepped forward, she looked tranquil, but he knew better. Bowser was more than aware how harsh she could be some days. She moved to Luigi taking his hands in hers, from his angle he couldn’t see much more than her taking his hands from his clothes and holding them, their words too quiet even for his hearing.

#fanfiction #creative writing #writing #my writing #answering asks #asks #a03 writer #star wars the clone wars #Dooku/Obi-Wan #danny phantom #pompous pep #super mario bros #bowigi

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rexismycopilot · 2 years ago

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I love your work, and I wanted to throw some scenarios your way... I think we need more Anakin coming in his pants stories because it just seems so like him to either lose control so quickly he can't even get his pants off, or just do it on purpose because he's being bratty and coming when he's not supposed to and just loves messing up his pretty underwear like that and getting spanked for it. I love the picture of Obi-Wan checking him for evidence he orgasmed when he wasn't supposed to by feeling/observing the condition of his undergarments. Sorry if that's gross, Lol.

I loved that one scene in 50 shades where Anakin lost control and came during his punishment paddling, but what if he did it again in this type of situation and straddled that line between earning serious discipline and Obi-Wan being so turned on he can barely finish spanking him before he throws him on the bed to have his way with him. (I am blushing so hard sending this.)

Anon, you are safe on this blog. I am a pretty judgment free person, especially when it comes to kink! Also, none of what you wrote is gross at all!!

For your first scenario, I imagine Anakin humping Obi-Wan's leg while they're making out, just being a complete needy mess while he's kissing Obi-Wan on the couch. Obi-Wan warning Anakin that he needs to stop or he's going to be in a lot of trouble.

Of course, why would Anakin listen? He's so close. He can control it. he can stop himself when he gets too close.

... 😈

Of course Anakin denies what happened and Obi-Wan is not letting him off that easily.

So Obi-Wan checks Anakin's very messy underwear right there. All while shaking his head in disappointment.

And then your second idea! Anakin coming over Obi-Wan's lap while he's being paddled for something he's actually in trouble for?? That is a beautiful image in my head.

Anakin a weepy mess after he's come and he's in so much trouble and Obi-Wan just letting himself go fucking feral about it and basically immediately fucking Anakin into the bed. Obviously, this is a good test for him not to come again 😌

At the end of it all, Anakin is a very sore, very sorry, very weepy boy.

#ask #anon #fifty shades au #obikin #spicy #anon i'm feral over this

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tremendouskoalachild · 2 years ago

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Chapter 7. We get an inquisitor POV!!! Fuck yeah.

Fifth is so lame. I love him.

Probably a good time to remember what I know about the guy. This is pre-Rebels and the Obi-Wan show, so... the 2017 Vader comics? I know Fifth was already an established inquisitor pretty early post-ROTS. Vader cut of his hand in their training exercise and some time later he was part of the team stealing Koth's newborn kid. That's it right?

And he's stupid also. My darling boy.

Masochistic inquisitor, what else is new.

Not to get into a whole pro-Jedi anti-Jedi debate but literally what are the Jedi supposed to do to "step in", my guy.

Oh and now he's kissing the ground. How much kinkier is this phonecall gonna get?

I actually kinda enjoy Jedi-bashing from darksiders but I like to know what the author's actual thoughts on the issue are. Let's not get into another Traviss situation, yeah?

Also who thought it was a good idea to send him alone. There's a reason they pretty much always show up in teams of at least two, and it's not just that their superiors love their petty rivalries as much as I do. Well, at least we know he's making it out of this book.

😏

This is I think the second time Greez got called the best pilot in the galaxy. Pretty sure that's just what everyone in sw says to pilots on the regular because I don't even remember him doing anything special. Sorry Greezy.

Merrin, my love, the whole "this is not a movie" cliché does not apply here. An intelligence operative's defection being in doubt is pretty reasonable.

Not posting the page or so long seduction scene between Fret and Merrin in Cal's room for some reason but I will complain about the term "Dathomirian". Why can't we just use "Dathomiri"... :(

Ok but girls, you literally have your own cabin. Are you actually gonna fuck on the psychometric kid's bed?? That's all kinds of inconsiderate.

Back to Cal! Greez, Fret is sus af but literally not a stormtrooper.

We get another confirmation that Cal def has a crush on Merrin. That's gonna be awkward when you go to sleep. Maybe he can get a place to lie down that isn't in the loud as fuck engine room??

Cal I'm loving the confidence but you are hardly the most wanted fugitive out there. For fuck's sake we're still in Anakin's Obi-Wan obsession era, and even without him and other surviving Jedi I'm sure there are bigger fish than a teenage dropout who broke into a prison and barely got out with his life 5 years ago. (Yeah I know he could be in his early twenties in the book. The lack of confirmed ages vexes me greatly.)

But also. Merrin apparently got plenty of bitches and she's been on the run with you the whole time. And she's much more recognizable than a random white boy. Just die your hair dude.

(Greez is totally right btw. For such a handsome guy Cal got no game.)

Um. What?

That's not how it works, Greez.

Cal living in solitude for most of his childhood sure is news to me. Where did that line come from.

Nooo not the attachment discourse.

#jedi battle scars

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tennessoui · 3 years ago

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miss kit you’re KILLING me!!!! THEY DONT EVEN KNOW EACHOTHEES NAMES YET??!??!???

(this is in reference to the office au aka there was only one desk au)

(and this is a ficlet for the office au aka there was only one desk au)

(2.7k)

Obi-Wan stares without blinking at the wilted potted plant in front of him. A bright purple sticky-note is attached to the healthiest leaf.

Sorry, I meant to water these plants, it says, only I couldn’t decide if they needed tap water or filter water and the indecision paralyzed me into inaction. Your miniature zen garden didn’t help as I hate sand.

“Do you think I can put a hit out on someone I don’t know the first name of?” He asks, dropping into his seat and tearing the offending sticky-note off the leaf. “If I know approximately where he’ll be every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday?”

“How approximately is approximately?” Quin asks gamely, spinning around in his desk chair.

“Hardly at all. He’ll be in this chair from nine in the morning to five at night unless he’s the type of employee to skive off early and work from his phone for the last few hours of every day. Which he seems like he is.”

“A conclusion you came to based on a few post-it notes on your shared desk.”

“Look! There are crumbs!” Obi-Wan huffs, scattering the offending crumbs off his desk. “He’s a slob, Quin! Trade desk partners with me.”

“Not on your life, Kenobi,” Quinlan laughs, turning back to his own dual screens. “Aayla is an angel, and I watched Skywalker crumble up an old saltine cracker from the communal kitchen to leave on your desk five minutes before he left for the day.”

“I am going to set this entire building on fire,” Obi-Wan decides placidly, leaning back into his office chair and powering on the desktop.

“Careful, Kenobi,” his colleague warns, sounding as if he’s only half joking, “Only, I’m sure our cameras record us even when they’re not on.”

Obi-Wan hums. They probably do. He wouldn’t put it past the paranoia of their boss, Sheev.

Thirty-two minutes pass in a blur of answering emails he’d not seen on his work phone in the rush from the airport last night—Obi-Wan flies most weekends to different cities to convince recalcitrant, considering clients to part with their stocks—to his apartment uptown.

There are…many emails.

He pauses halfway through drafting a firmly passive-aggressive dressing down of an intern to turn around in his chair to look at Quinlan. “Vos,” he says, “do you know if Skywalker used the last of those saltines? Are there more?”

“Feeling peckish, are you?” Vos jokes.

“Perhaps,” Obi-Wan replies, tapping his fingers on the wood of the desk. “Perhaps.”

—

“I’m going to scream,” Anakin relays to Vos calmly, messenger bag hanging loosely off his elbow. He’d been half through the well-practiced motion of shrugging it off his shoulder when he’d caught sight of the…gift his deskmate has left him.

Crumbs—infinitesimally small crushed pieces of some sort of food litter his desk. Every single inch of it.

“He stayed late to bribe the janitor into not murdering him,” Vos reports, not looking up from his planner. “And texted me to tell you that if you complain, you’ll only get her in trouble. He sent along a photo of her two kids for me to show you if I thought you needed proper motivation.”

“Isn’t that blackmail?” Anakin questions, sitting cautiously down on the chair. He wouldn’t put it past Kenobi to have taken out half the screws just to make him fall to the ground.

“Just texting,” Vos says vaguely. Anakin scowls. He knew O.W. Kenobi was Vos’ favorite, but to have it confirmed in such a way stings.

He comforts himself with the fact that he knows Kenobi has asked Vos to water his desk plants before even trying to get Anakin to, and the other man had denied the request.

He sets about getting to work. They are paying him. A lot, actually, for how fresh from his master’s degree he is. Computer scientists make a killing in whichever market they enter, and Anakin had decided to go into corporate law.

A killing on top of a killing. Practically a double homicide.

It’s only when he’s getting ready to leave for the day and he leans over to Kenobi’s fucking useless miniature zen garden (to draw the letters F U into the sand with the little rake) that he realizes Kenobi has replaced the sand with finely ground saltine cracker crumbs.

He’s huffing an incredulous laugh before he can stop himself.

One of these days—soon—he should really bring in his wrench and screwdriver. Really fuck with the chair. He’d like to see Kenobi put that mess back together.

—

“Dammit, my flight is delayed,” Obi-Wan tells Vos on a Sunday night. “I won’t make it back into the city in time for work tomorrow.”

“You sound heartbroken,” Vos drawls. Obi-Wan gestures for the bartender to pour him another old fashioned.

“I’ll persevere, don’t worry about me. I’m mostly concerned my plants won’t make it til Wednesday. Do you know if Skywalker watered them on Friday?”

“I do actually have a job to do, you know, I can’t just sit around every day and watch you flirt with each other through office supplies passive-aggressive micromanagement. How you two have the time to crush up a sleeve of crackers or take the screws out from the chair—”

“Skywalker did what?” Obi-Wan exclaims sitting upright on his barstool in indignation.

Vos curses. “I wasn’t actually supposed to tell you that,” he admits. “Skywalker promised me a week’s worth of coffee if I didn’t say anything.”

“Can’t this be classified as attempted murder?” Obi-Wan complains. “I could have been seriously injured! I’ve a bad back already!”

“Sounds like you’re just mad you didn’t think about it,” Vos points out.

“I’m absolutely furious,” Obi-Wan agrees with a huff. “Though I doubt I’d have the skill to pull it off. Skywalker is very into…tinkering, given all the scrap metal bits he keeps in the bottom drawer of our filing cabinet.”

“Well, if it makes you feel better, your flight’s delayed so it’s not like you’ll actually fall for the prank,” Vos commiserates.

Obi-Wan hums and takes a sip of his drink. A wicked idea comes to him. He shouldn’t. He’s not actually a boy anymore, and fucking with his deskmate should not bring him such unrestrained joy.

But it does.

“Vos, what if I were to bring you coffee for two weeks?”

“I’m not going to water your damn plants, Obi-Wan, it’s the principle of the thing now,” Vos says.

Obi-Wan resists the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. Really, what had his office plants done to his co-workers to deserve such animosity? Unless they came alive on Tuesdays and Fridays, the days he isn’t in the office, he really doesn’t understand the stubborn hatred.

“No, nothing to do with the damn plants. Just listen.”

—-

Anakin walks into work feeling quite chipper, all things considered. He’d hardly gotten any work done yesterday, too busy imagining Kenobi’s face when he’d sat in his office chair only to have the thing give out underneath him.

He doesn’t even know what Kenobi looks like, but it was so sweet to imagine the man’s shock, surprise, and anger.

“Good morning, Quin!” He chirps as he walks into the section of the floor where his desk is. “How was yesterday?”

“Good,” Vos smirks up at him and Anakin smiles back. This has been a real bonding moment for the both of them, which is good. Feuding with one coworker is fine and even natural. Two or more is just excessive.

He should have really asked Vos to get pictures.

“And here’s your coffee,” he offers the large to-go cup to Vos. “It was mortifying to order.”

“Maybe I’m just more comfortable in my masculinity than you,” Vos replies, taking a huge sip of the sugary monstrosity. “Thanks for the bribe.”

“Thanks for the silence,” Anakin replies with a grin. “How long did it take him to build it back up?”

But Vos has turned away and adjusted the headset over his ears. Huh. Maybe it’s a busy Tuesday. He slings the messenger bag over his head and sets it on the ground before turning to survey the desk with a suspicious eye. Surely Kenobi would not have taken his chair stunt lying down. But nothing seems out of place.

He checks the filing cabinets. Nothing encased in jello, nothing missing or broken in some sort of Hulk-Out rage.

The monitors are fine too, no background changed to something explicit or raunchy. He sits cautiously down at his desk.

Only for his chair to give out from beneath him.

He lands hard on his back with an exclamation of surprise, his head hitting the floor with a faint thud as the chair’s pieces crumble around him. It’s all quite loud, and he can hear people stand to look at the commotion. He’s going to kill Kenobi. And Vos.

From the floor, he looks up at Quinlan with betrayed eyes.

Vos takes another sip of his coffee.

“Oh, yesterday, Kenobi was sick so he didn’t come in,” Quinlan tells him. Anakin sits up with a scowl. “But it turns out I can be bribed into silence two ways.”

“What did he give you?” Anakin demands, standing.

“A show,” Vos replies with a smirk. Anakin scowls harder because now he’s thinking about nameless, faceless Kenobi stripping for a grinning Vos. He hates that idea for a reason he doesn’t want to name or think about.

“I’m not bringing you coffee again,” Anakin tells him.

“That’s fair,” Vos nods magnanimously. “Kenobi is bringing me coffee for the next two weeks, and he’s agreed to attend the next Happy Hour.”

“Not the one tonight?” Anakin checks, aghast. He’s going to the Happy Hour after work and he knows the mere thought of Kenobi’s presence will ruin the event for him.

“He’s sick,” Vos repeats, a twinkle in his eyes. “He can’t make it to this one.”

“Oh thank god,” Anakin mutters. “I already need a drink.”

“First round’s on me,” Vos grins, tossing him something. Anakin catches it on instinct.

It’s the bag of screws.

“But I suggest you take your lunch now to fix that,” the man tells him, before turning back to his own work. Anakin glares at his head. Maybe two feuds isn’t as excessive as he thought.

—

The workday passes slowly, but at least it passes. At five after five, Anakin is the first to stand and stretch. “Vos,” he says, “You owe me a drink.”

“I need to finish this project,” Vos tells him distractedly, bent close to his screen. “If you’re done, go now, and I’ll catch up. Second round’s on me.”

“For me and whoever else cares about being on time,” Anakin stresses, but Vos just waves him away.

“I don’t think there’s such a thing as being late to a Happy Hour after work,” he says. “Just go. Thirty minutes, I promise.”

Anakin shrugs and makes his way towards the elevators. He can see a few other coworkers that he vaguely recognizes start to stand and stretch. Normally, Anakin would wait for them, but after this morning—the Chair Incident—he really needs a drink.

He presses the arrow to go down and pulls out his phone to click around mindlessly while he waits.

It isn’t nearly as long as expected. The elevator doors slide open, and Anakin looks up as he’s stepping in.

The most attractive man he’s ever seen in the history of his life moves to the side obligingly. He’s not a man. He’s a gentleman. His red hair shines prettily in the fluorescence of the elevator lighting, and there’s one strand of place that’s rapidly becoming the most important thing in Anakin’s life. Hot Elevator Guy’s eyes crinkle with the polite smile he gives Anakin.

“Going down?” he asks, and his voice is so nice and soothing. Maybe he does audiotapes. Anakin would love to listen to that voice as he goes to sleep.

As he does other things too.

On you? He absolutely doesn’t think about saying.

“Yes, please,” he says. “Thank you.”

He doesn’t even know what he’s thanking him for, and if Hot Elevator Guy’s slight smile and arched eyebrows are any indication, he doesn’t know either.

Two floors pass in silence as Anakin tries not to stare too obviously at Hot Elevator Guy’s hands. They’re long. And big. He wonders if that’s descriptive of…other things…as well.

“Do you work with the law firm?” he blurts out, breaking all rules of elevator etiquette. He needs to stop thinking inappropriate things about this man. So he needs to talk with him.

“Oh, yes,” Hot Elevator Guy replies. HEG for short. “I’ve just recently come back from a trip to Las Vegas for the firm. Coming down from dropping off my receipts with Sheev right now.”

Mr. Palpatine’s office is on the top floor of the building. The firm doesn’t own every floor, only a handful, which is why Anakin has to share a desk with Kenobi in the first place, but Mr. Palpatine has bought office space several floors away, at the very top of the skyscraper. He says it’s for the view, and Anakin believes him. He’s on the tenth floor, and it’s already a nice look out over the city. He can’t imagine what it would be like to have an office on the thirtieth floor.

“They make you give them your receipts in person?” Anakin asks, horrified. He’d never be able to keep track of all those little bits of paper.

“Only for Vegas,” Hot Elevator Guy smirks conspiringly at him. “Every other city I just upload the information to a portal online. But Vegas…they want to make sure I’m not a gambling man, you see.”

“Are you?”

“No,” the man turns his head up to look at him. He isn’t much shorter than Anakin, but there is a difference there. Anakin absolutely loves the difference. “I like sure things.”

The elevator stops on the lobby floor. No! “What about a drinking one?” Anakin asks, near frantically.

Hot Elevator Guy frowns at him. “Do you often accuse people in lifts of alcoholism?”

Anakin flushes with embarrassment, but he can’t give up now. “No, I mean. There’s a happy hour tonight. Right now. For the firm. That’s where I’m going. Are you planning to come as well?”

Hot Elevator Guy purses his lips as he looks at him consideringly. “I haven’t much thought of it,” he admits. “I never go to those sorts of events.”

“I know—” I would have remembered you, Anakin cuts himself off from saying. “I don’t either,” he lies instead. “But my colleague has promised to buy a drink for me and everyone who gets there before him, so….”

“A free drink and pleasant company?” Hot Elevator Guy says, leading the way out of the elevator. For a brief second, his hand presses against Anakin’s lower back as he moves closer to allow someone else to get on the elevator. Anakin feels as if he’s on fire. “How could I possibly say no?”

“If…if you have other plans,” Anakin says, “I mean. It’s only a happy hour.”

“A drink sounds wonderful,” the man interrupts him with a firm nod. “I was only going to go home and pet my cat and water my plants.”

“I love plants,” Anakin lies again, through his teeth. “My desk is covered with them. They bring me so much…joy.”

The man grins at him, crinkles erupting around his blue eyes. He holds out one of the hands Anakin had been intensely studying a minute ago. “My name is Obi-Wan.”

“Anakin,” he replies, taking it with all the care and delicacy that a perfect creature like Obi-Wan deserves. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Obi-Wan squeezes his hand slightly, and his thumb strokes once over the back of Anakin’s knuckles before he lets go. “You as well, Ah-na-kin.”

Anakin shivers and can only hope Obi-Wan doesn’t notice.

Oh boy, does he need a drink.

#asks #there was only one desk au #obikin #my fics #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #you just know quinlan orchestrated their whole meet up #not the elevator #but obi-wan was absolutely going down to the bar to meet quinlan #who had made him promise to come #obi-wan was absolutely lying to anakin to not seem desperate #or creepy and also out of curiosity if the cute young man will ask him to come #anyway you know they're basically canoodling in the bar all flirty and close to each other when vos arrives #vos had wanted to see a screaming match #this is almost better #but he can't actually let obi-wan kiss anakin #not until they understand who they're about to go home with #and they're fixing to go home with each other #and vos finally says 'obi-wan kenobi you are not going home with your colleague when you have work tomorrow!'#and anakin is HORRIFIED #and then vos is like 'and skywalker i know you didn't get much done today #so you neeed a good night's sleep for all the makeup work you'll have to do tomorrow'#and obi-wan is HORRIFIED

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House Of Memories (12/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: bad dreams, angst, confessions?? kinda idk

Summary: You tell Padme what has been weighing on your mind since your meditation, and later that night Anakin dreams of his mother

A/n: okay this is the second update, you all have been fed, now let me sleep... zzZZ

Words: 2.8k

Anakin had earlier today expressed to you some feelings about how things were going with Padme, claiming that he had, and I quote, 'Warmed her up to the idea of being together, but can't get her to commit to it.'

He told you about the kiss on the balcony, though you'd already seen that when it happened. You were sympathetic with him and wanted to help in any way you could. The way he described her to you, you knew he was deeply in love. He had told you that nothing was worse than a love you knew was reciprocated yet you could not act on it. You could think of one thing worse. Unrequited love. A love so unconditional, that it would never waiver, and never leave you. A love that would torment you as long as you lived because you would know the other person your heart was meant for did not feel the same for you. You knew that it was your fate, and you'd accepted it a while ago. Now, you swore you would make it your business to ensure that Anakin did not feel the same pain you did every day.

You had organized a picnic with her kitchen staff, that very night, letting Anakin surprise her with the romantic outing the next day, just the two of them. Anakin was more than capable of keeping her safe, and you needed some time, uninterrupted, to meditate.

You meditated in the bright sun of the afternoon, connecting yourself to the force and letting it become one with you. You closed your eyes and breathed deeply, reaching out across the expanse of the universe and trying to find it, the signature that kept you calm.

As well as you were handling this first mission on your own, even with Anakin by your side, you felt homesick. Home is where the heart is, so no, you did not yearn to be back on Coruscant. Quite the opposite, actually. This planet was so graceful in so many ways, you loved the atmosphere, and the beauty in everything you saw. Your heart was aching for another reason. Home is where the heart is, and your heart, whether he'd accepted it or not, was with Obi-Wan Kenobi.

The council saw it when you were very young, the force bond you had with a certain at-the-time padawan learner. They knew he was the only one who could get through to you when you were scared, or when you were having a hard time behaving with the other children. Others might say it was just because you were fond of each other, but it went much deeper than that. It went to a place that was now a bit rare in the order. You could find each other's presence, even when one of you was off-world, and you could grab hold of the other's signature. It was a gift that most Jedi never received, and you were grateful to have it be a part of you. You didn't know what you would do without the constant comfort of Obi-Wan's force presence.

You reached out further into the vast expanse, in a timeless place, where silence ruled the outer space. The heat of the sun was belting down onto your skin, but not a burn it left, only warmth, and a few drops of sweat to your brow. It was accommodated by the fresh breeze, blowing into your face and picking up a few strands of hair, lifting them around with a small gust each time.

You finally found it, the familiar signature, and reached out to grab hold of it, but something was blocking you from doing so. You hesitated, then reached out again, trying your best to subdue any doubts that may have caused you to fail the first time. You didn't think that had been the problem, though, and it wasn't. He was blocking you out. On purpose. He never did that. Even when he had been fairly annoyed with you, he always welcomed your signature, claiming that it soothed him, the vibrant nature of it.

"Obi?" you whispered, mostly to yourself, attempting one more time to grab hold and keep it tightly. Again, you were spat back out on the other side, but there was fear in the rejection. There was pain, and there was fear. There was an immense amount of weight you felt on top of you, and you opened your eyes, disconnecting from your time of meditation to realize what the situation must be. Obi-Wan was in trouble, and from what you could feel, it was most likely a mortal danger.

You stood up, trying to settle your breathing before you started walking around the grounds to see if Padme and Anakin had returned yet. It appeared that they had, and you went to see if you could sneak a conversation with Anakin.

"How was your picnic?" Your cheerful voice entering the room would have led them to believe that nothing was the matter with you. You could put on a facade if you needed to.

"Absolutely wonderful. Your fellow padawan was very good company, I thank you for organizing it for us," she said, standing up from her seat to greet you. Her politeness was ever so strong, you wished you could be that polite. Obi-Wan was that polite, too.

"No need to thank me, though I made the arrangements, it was originally his idea."

"Well, either way, I thank you for assisting. If you both will excuse me, I will go and get changed for dinner, then we may discuss more," she told you both, walking out to meet her hand maid that had been waiting at the door since they both arrived back.

You waited until they had gone out of earshot, peeking around the corner to be sure that they had left, then you turned back to Anakin, the worried look coming across your eyes very quickly.

"Anakin, something has happened," you told him, but he seemed to be off in wonderland, smiling as he laid his head against the large chair.

"Yes, it has, she's finally starting to consider me as a real option, and I think I'm going to tell her tonight."

"Tell her what?" you allowed the conversation to take a slight detour on account of your curiosity.

"That I love her," he said, the dopiest look upon his features, but it suited him well. Perhaps you wouldn't tell Anakin about your meditation just yet. Though at times he claimed that your shared master slowed him down, he cared for Obi-Wan dearly, as if they were family, and he would give up his chance at happiness to save him if something were really wrong.

"That's wonderful, Anakin."

"It is... I know you don't understand it, but love lifts you higher than any place in the galaxy. It's made me realize things about myself that I never thought could be true," he stated, his voice so full of admiration, not even for Padme at the moment, but just the feelings he had for her.

You knew exactly what he meant, and contrary to his belief, you did understand it. You hadn't been able to share one on one moments with Obi-Wan like he had with Padme, but you believed that if it were ever a thing to happen, you would cherish the moments and keep them close to you all the days of your life. The best days you've had have been by his side. You supposed you had some alone time after you'd been kidnapped. You were in the med unit for two days, constantly being pumped full of substances like bacta and magsol for the pain. He'd sat by your bed for as many hours a day as they would allow him to, and he would hold your hand, or read you a book from the archives. You weren't even conscious the whole time those moments happened, but you stored away every memory you could keep, and brought them to the surface some nights when you felt lonely.

"I hope one day I can experience a love like yours and Padme's," and you spoke it with the truth. It was all you'd ever wanted.

You hoped that perhaps after dinner you would be able to tell him, or maybe even Padme about what you felt was wrong, but for now, you left the room, readying yourself to have a meal with the both of them.

After dinner, they seemed to have held a rather tension filled conversation, for they split apart, and you couldn't seem to talk to one about the other without them trying desperately to change the subject.

You supposed you would do just that, as you sat in Padme's bed quarters, helping her into her nighttime attire as she sent home her handmaid early. She'd told you that she was sorry to ask of your assistance, but that the maid had a sick daughter she had only then warned Padme of. You loved to hear of her kindness and had no problem of helping her with the things she needed it.

"I didn't want to spoil the mood earlier; I know you and-" You cut yourself off, wondering if you should even mention him, but decided that they would have to get over themselves eventually. "I know you and Anakin had a lovely time this afternoon."

"That's alright, what troubles you?"

You took in a deep breath, unsure of how to phrase it to her. It was sometimes hard to explain your force bond with Obi-Wan to others you weren't well acquainted with the force, but she was intelligent, and you knew she would catch on rather quickly.

"I meditated today, for the first time since arriving. I always try and find my master's presence when I do. His signature calms me," you paused, seeing that she had already taken to your words with understanding, awaiting you to continue. "I found it, but it seemed to be blocked, like he was keeping me out. I felt anguish with it, and I think he's in trouble."

"Master Kenobi is a capable man, I'm sure if there was any danger, he probably only blocked you out as a precaution to keep you safe."

You nodded, knowing that perhaps she was right, and perhaps you were being horribly paranoid over nothing... but maybe you weren't. You knew your master like no one in this galaxy. You'd known him longer than Anakin even did, and paid close attention to every little detail of his being... something just felt off.

"You could be right, I could be worrying over nothing," your eyebrows furrowed, and you took a deep breath in with closed eyes before admitting what you'd only ever told to one more person, who just so happened to be a Sith Lord, "I just feel connected to him, and I can sometimes feel what he feels. I think..."

You hesitated. Did you really want to tell her? Not that you didn't trust her, but you weren't sure if you wanted someone you knew closer to you to have this information. That would make it real. It was already real, but it was a mystery, yet to be unwrapped. This would present itself as an open book, telling her would.

You almost wanted it to be real. You wished it was. Maybe telling someone with experience in that area could help you to understand the depth of your love, and what you were willing to do to keep it.

"I think I feel the same way for Obi-Wan that Anakin feels about you," you sighed out the rest of the air in your lungs after you let out your words. Your heart raced at the confession, even to someone who wasn't him. You were happier having said it out loud. "I love him."

"Oh," she said, processing everything this brought to the table. She had just had this conversation with Anakin, about how they would be forced to live secret lives, hiding their love in the shrouds of darkness if they were to let it continue. Of course, perhaps being within the same order could help things. "I see."

"If I have brought discomfort to you upon sharing these things-"

"No, you haven't. I just wonder," she wanted to be kind, but having known the age and status of Master Kenobi, she doubted it was a possibility of the two of you sharing the same feeling. She didn't want to encourage something that could only hurt you in the future, she liked you far too much for that. "Does Obi-Wan know of your feelings?"

"No, I could never tell him. I don't believe I should tell Anakin either. He would only become more aggressive towards Obi-Wan."

"I understand. I want you to know you have my strictest confidence in what you have shared with me," she stood, facing you and reaching out for your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze to ensure you she was telling the truth.

"Thank you, really you have no idea what it means to me to have a friend in you."

With that, you helped ready her for bed, then left, going back to the shared room you'd been keeping with Anakin for the time you'd been here. He had made a joke about you waking up one morning and he'd be gone, probably in the senator's room, but it had yet to happen, so you refrained from joking about it further.

You settled onto the bed across from his, ready to sleep with the exhaustion the day had given you, but as soon as your head hit the pillow, you heard it. The soft words from Anakin's mouth as he slept.

"No," he got louder, beginning to move around.

He was having a nightmare. You sensed it upon the intensity of it growing in the confines of his mind. It was his mother again. She was in danger.

"Please, no," he cried, probably loud enough to reach the other rooms on the other side of the walls.

You climbed out of bed, going to his and kneeling down gently next to him, you tried not to wake him, because waking Anakin in the middle of the night, nightmare or not, was a dangerous action.

"Shhh," you tried to calm him, placing both hands at the side of his head, and focusing your energy on his mind.

Normally it was quite easy to draw away any bad things that swirled around in there, pulling them all out and replacing them with only good things. It had become rather hard this time, and when you locked onto the nightmare, it stuck to you, like your tunic to your back when you were sweaty from training, it would not peel away from you, and you began to see the horrors that he did. You started to panic, unable to leave the nightmare, or even his mind for that matter.

You freaked out, sending a jolt through the both of you, waking him as he sat up straight, and causing you to fall back into the headboard. He turned to you, breathing rapidly, checking his surroundings for anything irregular and settling on the fact that you were there with him.

"What happened?" he wasn't asking about the nightmare; you knew that much. You were there experiencing it with him, and it was brutal.

"I tried to take it away... It wouldn't leave you, and it tried to hold me in with it."

You'd heard of visions through the force, small scenes from the future. You hated to admit it, but they were impenetrable, unlike dreams, which you could easily take away or alter to your liking. If this was truly one of those visions, then that meant...

"It felt so real," he let out, and you nodded.

It was a good few minutes before he even tried to sleep again, only on your offer that you would try and guide his mind to a state of unconsciousness.

There were several failed attempts before it became so late that the sun was peaking over the ridge of the far most lake you could see. You weren't going to give up on him, he needed his rest, but you feared your efforts were making you more tired and causing you to fail.

"You should probably get to bed; I'm going to meditate for a while," he said, sitting up next to you and patting your shoulder. You could barely keep your eyes open, but you'd be damned if you'd let him tell you what to do when it wasn't mission related.

"I'm fine, I don't want you to have to stay up," you muttered through a yawn, proving his point and dismissing your own completely.

"Thank you, but no. You always take care of me, it's time I do the same for you."

He picked you up up off of his bed and carried you to your own, where you weren't even able to adjust to a more comfortable position before you were out like a light.

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