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persephone-writes · 1 year ago

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On the Streets of Coruscant: Part Two

Obi-Wan x Fem!Reader

Read Part One (posted on my old account @persephone-writes2)

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Description: Over a decade after their spontaneous stroll around the Plaza, Y/N is working as an aide to Senator Amidala. When the Senator is placed under the protection of two Jedi after an assassination attempt, Y/N is reunited with the now Master Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Word Count: 9.7k

Warnings & Tags: canon typical violence/the assassination attempts of Padme (mentioned only), mild discussions of low self esteem, reader specifically does *not* have children, probably a crap ton of grammatical errors, lots of Y/N usage, fluff, kissing, happy ending!

Notes: Sooo, full warning, I hate this, but I'm posting it anyway! This takes place during Attack of the Clones, so I had to change a few things around to fit in the reader (some things just happen because I said so lol) This also means that I HAD to include Jar Jar. I attempted at writing dialogue for him but I just couldn't bring myself to, so I tried my best to just have him barely be there lmao. Also, mullet obi-wan is top tier and I will die on that hill

Y/N clicked away on her holopad, attempting to get through the pile of work that had been dumped on her that morning. While her job was always demanding, and sometimes overwhelming, this was the busiest she had been in a long time. With Senator Amidala set to arrive on Coruscant today amidst an increasingly intense political climate, Y/N was tasked with taking what seemed like hundreds of messages, thoroughly organizing and answering every one. While Padmé had an array of other aides to help her, Y/N was the head of her office on Coruscant, leaving her with the majority of the responsibility when she was on-planet, besides that of Dormé.

Despite her spinning head, Y/N adored her job, as well as Senator Amidala. She had worked in a variety of low level positions for different Senators, many of which were not nearly as kind. No matter how much pressure she faced, Padmé never spoke harshly or berated those who worked for her. Y/N couldn’t imagine how exhausting it must be to represent an entire planet, all while keeping up a professional appearance. Outside of her office, Padmé had to seem relaxed, dignified, and confident no matter what she was up against. At least Y/N didn’t have to face the wrath of the public or the argumentative nature of the Senate. Always tucked away inside the office, Y/N could plug away at her work without the eyes of thousands upon her at any given time.

Another aide knocked on the door of the office before entering, peeking his head in.

“The Senator is landing.”

“Thank you,” Y/N replied, frantically pulling up the most urgent messages in preparation. The aide hurried away down the hall, the door closing behind him. After a few minutes, a guard came running down the hall, opening the door abruptly. Y/N jumped at the sudden intrusion, growing fearful when she saw the look on his face.

“The Senator’s ship has been attacked,” the guard said, a bit out of breath. Y/N felt her stomach drop, dread rushing through her.

“Is she alright?” Y/N asked, voice desperate. Before he could answer, Captain Typho pushed past him, leading Padmé into the room. Her face was contorted in sadness and confusion, obviously still in shock. She wasn’t wearing her usual attire, dressed identically to Typho in a dark turtleneck and leather vest. She immediately sat down in one of the chairs, head hung low.

A wave of relief came over Y/N knowing Padmé was okay. She immediately rushed to her, kneeling down beside her chair.

“Milady, are you alright?” Padmé only nodded. Y/N looked up at Captain Typho, who was pacing around the room. “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” he said, eyes darting around in thought. “Someone bombed the ship.”

For a moment, Y/N stared out into space, swallowing thickly before she stood.

“Milady,” Typho began, to which Padmé lifted her head, “We must get you somewhere safer.”

She nodded, standing up and taking a deep breath. Her composure was regained, and Y/N marveled at the speed to which she recovered from such a terrifying incident. She turned to Y/N, eyes determined.

“Y/N, send me all the necessary documents for the vote,” she paused, turning to Typho, “We shall go to my apartment.”

“Yes, milady,” Y/N answered. Typho then led Padmé from the room, Y/N immediately returning to her desk to get to work once again.

A few hours later, Y/N received a message from the Captain that she would be meeting with the Chancellor and would not be returning to the Senate today. Further, Y/N was to meet Padmé at her apartment to discuss a series of negotiation plans which Y/N had been organizing. Y/N was no stranger to working in the Senator’s apartment, having done so on many late nights when Padmé refused to get some rest. However, it had never been under such circumstances.

Later in the afternoon, Padmé’s team sent a transport for her along with a guard. Y/N thought it was overkill, as no one was after a random aide, but she didn’t make too much of a fuss about it. No one could stop Padmé from worrying about her team, especially after some of them likely died in the attack. As the transport flew through the busy city, Y/N peered out of the window, wondering who could have been behind the explosion. Padmé had many adversaries, though it surprised Y/N that any one of them would attempt to assassinate her. The Separatist movement had uprooted nearly every system, turning the Senate into more of a battle ground than ever before. Even so, war had not broken out yet, and all Y/N could do was hope that it wouldn’t resort to that.

Pulling up to the apartment, Y/N was escorted by the guard all the way up the glass turbolift, exposed to the city. Stepping in, she remembered the first time she had been called here, unable to pull her eyes away from the city growing smaller as she ascended.

As the turbolift doors opened, she immediately heard the happy voice of Jar Jar Binks. While she thought it strange for someone to be excited at a time like this, it was hard to tamper Jar Jar’s spirits. The guard led her into the apartment, where she saw Padmé sitting on one of the long sofas. She was clothed her usual fashion, hair in an updo, wearing a wide skirt dress with long flowing sleeves. Although Padmé looked good in almost anything, it was a small relief to see her back to her normal self. Captain Typho was standing a few feet away, with Dormé sitting beside Padmé. On the sofa opposite sat two men who Y/N instantly recognized as Jedi. Working for the Senate, Y/N had seen her fair share of Jedi over the years, though their presence usually didn’t bring good news. Of course, today wasn’t the day for good news anyhow.

Padmé stopped speaking, spotting Y/N as she walked into the room. She turned to smile at her, which Y/N returned easily. The other’s followed Padmé’s gaze, and Y/N grew a bit nervous at the attention. Her eyes went to the two Jedi, now given a clear view of their faces. The one sitting closest had short, cropped brown hair and the braid of a padawan falling across his shoulder. He appeared slightly annoyed, and Y/N wondered if she had intruded upon an important conversation she was not meant to be a part of. Her gaze drifted to the other Jedi, whose hair was on the longer side and a light copper in color. His beard was short and neatly trimmed, though there was still an air about him that was rugged, ever so slightly ruffled. After her brief first impression, the realization hit Y/N with a full, intense force. Her heart sped up significantly as she thought back to over ten years ago when she had met a Jedi at a nightclub.

Before Y/N could make any sort of reaction, Padmé stood, followed by the others.

“Y/N,” she said kindly, walking over to greet her.

“Senator,” Y/N said in return, bowing.

Jar Jar happily pranced over and shook Y/N’s hand, telling her it was nice to see her again. Y/N chuckled at his enthusiasm before turning back to Padmé.

“This is Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, and his padawn, Anakin Skywalker,” she introduced. Y/N was forced to look at the two Jedi, feeling heat rush up her spine and into her face. She had no idea if she should acknowledge that they knew each other, or pretend they were strangers. Obi-Wan reached out his hand to shake hers, a small, polite smile on his lips. She took it wearily, forcing herself to make eye contact. It was easier to shake the padawan’s hand, who only nodded at her.

Now that she was closer to Obi-Wan, she stole a look at him from the corner of her eye. He was just as handsome as he was when they first met, perhaps even more handsome. His face was not boyish as it had been, now more mature, his features stronger and more pronounced. The buzz that once existed all around him was settled, but not completely gone. Remnants of it remained in his eyes, which still held their playful shine. Suddenly, Y/N grew self conscious of her appearance. She was older than she had been, no longer the young girl she once was. It was hard for her to know how different she truly looked, as she had watched herself slowly age over many years. Her clothes as well were more mature, or rather refined. She realized that Obi-Wan had only seen her in her party clothes, never something professional, clean-cut, more simple. Her rapid thoughts were interrupted by Padmé, who went on to introduce her.

“This is Y/N L/N, my leading aide on Coruscant,” Padmé said. Obi-Wan let out a small laugh at her words, earning a confused look from Padmé. His laugh was a bit deeper than it was all those years ago, but it held the same lightness and ease.

“We’ve met,” he said, accent still smooth, “a long time ago.”

Y/N smiled sheepishly, knowing that Obi-Wan was looking at her face. Padmé appeared pleasantly surprised, Anakin raising his brows at his Master.

“You have?” Padmé asked, smiling at Y/N.

Y/N nodded, trying to think of what to say. Obi-Wan saved her, speaking before anyone could ask questions.

“I was still a padawan then,” Obi-Wan said, light hearted without giving anything away. Anakin looked suspiciously towards Y/N, but wiped his face quickly when she noticed.

“This is the day of reacquaintance,” Padmé said, pleased with the surprise. Y/N gave her a confused look, and she laughed a bit, realizing her mistake. “I met Master Kenobi and Anakin ten years ago, when I was Queen.”

Y/N nodded. “I see,” was all she could think to say.

“You must excuse us,” Padmé began, “We have much work to do.”

“It was lovely to meet you,” Y/N said to Anakin. She then looked to Obi-Wan, mind reeling. “And it’s nice to see you again.” She then left to follow Padmé and Dormé, cheeks burning.

Y/N spent the afternoon into the evening with Padmé and Dormé, going over documents and discussing her next moves. Y/N did most of the clerical work, leaving the politics to Padmé and Dormé, who knew the ins and outs. Although Y/N had picked up a lot, she still felt overwhelmed by the current climate and all its complexities. The whole time, she was hyper aware that Obi-Wan was in the other room, doing who knows what.

As the evening fell, Padmé excused Y/N, asking her to return tomorrow morning. She was thankful, as the eventful day had her tired, as surely Padmé was as well. At least she knew that Padmé would take it easy for the rest of the night, forgoing any further work until morning. Exiting the room, holopad in hand, Y/N saw Anakin and Obi-Wan talking on the balcony. She hoped they wouldn’t notice her, allowing her to slip out quietly, though the chances of this were likely slim. In all honesty, she had no idea how she would handle being so close to Obi-Wan for the foreseeable future, unable to acknowledge the circumstance of their last meeting and pretending as if they hadn’t gone on a romantic escapade.

Perhaps feeling her eyes upon his back, Anakin turned, catching Y/N staring. To her surprise, he gave her a small smile, which she anxiously returned before whipping her head forward. She walked quickly to the turbolift, hoping that somehow Obi-Wan would remain ignorant of her growing uncertainty.

Her alarm blared and she hastily reached over to turn off the cacophony of noise. She laid in bed for a quiet moment, still groggy but remembering the events of the day prior. She groaned upon the realization that she’d be forced to face Obi-Wan, all with the intent not to embarrass herself. She envied his even manner which gave nothing away, not letting anyone know of their odd history. As she pondered over this, she felt a pang in her heart at the thought that Obi-Wan was completely unaffected by her presence. Yes, Y/N had a series of relationships since her single, solitary kiss with Obi-Wan, but that didn’t take away from the fact that she was entirely unprepared to ever see him again. Until now, Obi-Wan was a fleeting yet meaningful moment in her life, one which Y/N would look back on every once in a while with an immature sadness. The thought of him, someone who was so kind, so bright, so considerate, unable to form any romantic attachments, was poignant to say the least. When this kind of thinking arose, she’d kick herself for giving it the time of day. You only met him once, you only kissed once, what's the big deal?

Y/N got ready for the day with the intent of forgetting about Obi-Wan, focusing on the far more pressing matters. Today would likely consist of setting up calls with many different Senators, some of which would want to discuss the recent attack, others who would simply want to argue about the motion to create an army. Further, Y/N had no clue how long Senator Amidala would stay on-planet, so she would have to get to organizing all she could before she was off somewhere else. As she brushed her teeth, Y/N stared at her reflection in the mirror, paying far too much attention to how she looked. Just as she had sworn off thinking about Obi-Wan, the image of herself brought back feelings of insecurity. She couldn’t stop herself from wondering what Obi-Wan thought when he first saw her again, thinking that perhaps his placidity came from the fact that he no longer found her attractive. Although she tried to brush the thought of him away, she didn’t stop herself from putting on her best work-appropriate outfit.

In a kind gesture, Padmé sent a speeder to pick Y/N up from her apartment, again accompanied by a guard. She made small talk with him on the way to Padmé’s in an aim to calm her nerves, which despite all her efforts still bubbled beneath the surface. When Y/N arrived, she saw Padmé and Dormé sitting opposite each other in the seating area, multiple holopads and projections on the table between them. Off to the side, Obi-Wan and Anakin stood, Anakin seeming on guard and brewing with energy. Padmé looked up from her work, waving Y/N over to sit with them.

“There was another attack,” Padmé said, voice even and calculated, “I’m leaving for Naboo tomorrow.”

“Why not today, milady?” Y/N asked, full of concern.

“I must leave on an unregistered transport, it will take some time to organize,” Padmé explained. Seeing Y/N’s worries, she placed a hand on her shoulder for reassurance. “I will be alright, Anakin will be with me.”

Y/N nodded, feeling a bit better. She wondered why Obi-Wan would not be joining her, though didn’t ask.

“In the meantime, we must get as much done as we can. I doubt I will be able to work much in hiding.”

With that, they all got to work. Y/N was mostly silent, leaving Dormé and Padmé to talk over the majority of her decisions. Padmé received a warm call from Senator Organa, who extended any help to her that he could offer. Y/N never had the chance to work under him, though she expected it would be much like working for Padmé. To Y/N, they seemed to be the only two honest and truly kind politicians in the galaxy, setting them in stark contrast to the increasingly unscrupulous nature of the Senate at large. Amidst the growing chaos, Y/N hardly paid attention to the two Jedi guarding the apartment.

Some time that morning, Padmé decided to move to a different room which housed a large table so that they could spread out more. Y/N was off to the side, plugging away as usual, happy that her responsibilities seemed mild in comparison to Padmé and Dormé’s.

Y/N hadn’t even noticed that they had worked well into midday, brought up from her work when Dormé suggested they break for a short lunch. They were all left with a little free time, as it would take a bit for the chef to prepare their meals. That was one thing Y/N loved about working at Padmé’s apartment; the chef. Padmé and Dormé left the room as Y/N finished the last few sentences of her address to another Senatorial aide, sighed deeply as she sent it along.

Walking into the main living space, she found Padmé standing beside one of the long floor to ceiling windows speaking to Anakin. Padmé’s smile was calm, and for the first time in a while she seemed genuinely relieved. If Y/N didn't know better, it looked as though Padmé and Anakin were close, long time friends, used to seeing one another. Her eyes were taken away from the pair, drifting to Obi-Wan who was pouring over something on his holopad. He too appeared incredibly natural, though tense in the shoulders. If it weren’t for his robes, he could've been just another aide hard at work.

Y/N lazily walked over to the balcony, pushing open the large glass doors and feeling the cool air of Coruscant brush against her face. She sighed with contentment, taking in the view of the city from such a great height. It wasn’t often that she was so high like this, nearly above the clouds. It was as close to peaceful as she’s had in a while, not since her last visit to Corellia several years ago. A few minutes passed, Y/N’s mind wandering to the various tasks which still needed to be done before Padmé left for Naboo.

She was interrupted by the sound of the door opening behind her. She glanced back, expecting to see Dormé or perhaps Padmé, only to find that it was Obi-Wan. Her heart rate picked up as she took in his regal appearance, robes tidy and neatly tucked. He smiled softly as if to ask permission to join her. She returned it the best she could, trying to push her nerves down. He came up beside her near the railing and looked out, sighing to himself. Y/N couldn’t bring herself to peek at him, fearful that her emotions would too clearly show upon her face.

“I’m glad to see you working in the profession you wanted,” Obi-Wan said, voice abundantly friendly, yet somewhat professional in nature. Y/N bravely glanced at him with a kind expression, genuinely pleased that he remembered.

“Yes, I am too,” she paused, realizing that unlike before, it wouldn’t be awkward to mention his profession. “And now you’re a Master, with a padawan of your own. Congratulations,” she said honestly.

He chuckled, “Thank you.” Obi-Wan shifted his weight to one foot, turning to look at her profile. “Truly, I am pleased to see you again.”

“I’m a bit surprised you remembered me,” she let slip, growing a bit more comfortable with the exchange. Her teasing earned another small chuckle from him.

“I don’t easily forget,” was all he said in return, leaning an elbow on the railing.

Y/N fully turned towards him, met with the same face she saw that night in the club as they both stood at the bar. Now, his jaw was partially obscured by a beard. She thought it suited him, as did his longer hair. She wanted to tell him so, but decided against it, not wanting to break what felt like a fragile moment.

“I’ve since visited Corellia,” Obi-Wan began again, tone still light.

Y/N smiled at him, brows slightly raised. “You did?”

“Yes, though as you might expect, I was occupied most of the time. However, it did not disappoint.”

Y/N realized he was very much still the same, though perhaps more subtle in his cheekiness.

“I’ve been back as well, though only a few times. It’s still as boring as I remembered,” she joked.

“Now, I am sure you are longing for boredom as well.”

Something electric shot through her with his words, reminding her more and more of that night. It appeared as though Obi-Wan did not lie; he does not easily forget. A small seed of innocent, foolish hope made its way into her heart. Had he thought about me since then, as I did him? She quickly reprimanded herself, shaking her head to clear the thought away.

“You’re right,” she sighed, “For the Senator’s sake rather than mine.”

Obi-Wan paused, not replying for a moment. Y/N couldn’t stop herself from wondering what was going on inside his mind, which puzzle pieces he was trying to fit together. She had no clue who was attempting to assassinate Padmé, too many possibilities floating around to grasp. However, she was sure Obi-Wan had a much better idea than herself.

“It’s a tricky business we both are in, though all things important are difficult.”

Once again, she was infatuated with his wisdom, which had only grown.

“I bet you are a wonderful master to Anakin.”

He took the compliment well, not as bashful as he once was. “Thank you, Y/N,” he said her name warmly, resurfacing a slurry of emotions she didn’t know still existed. All at once she felt ten years younger, enraptured with her name said in his accent, in his voice.

“I mean it, really. I could hardly imagine trying to lead someone, teach them what I know. The whole thought of it makes me feel like I know nothing,” she was letting more and more of her feelings slip, far more than she originally intended. This morning, she had vowed to be wholly professional, to focus on the job she had to do, not to get caught up in buried emotions. However, there was something about Obi-Wan’s presence that made her too free with her words. It was the same way over ten years ago, where she found herself spilling her guts to an almost stranger. If he stuck around any longer, one of these days she might just get herself into real trouble.

“I’m sure you could, if given the chance. It takes courage to come to a new place, to build a new life. That is something you know far more about than I.” There he went again, melting her from the inside out.

“Perhaps, and I’d have to bet I’d beat you in a typing contest,” she jested.

Obi-Wan let out a hearty laugh, unconstricted and full, “I believe you are right.”

The conversation lulled, with Y/N unsure what to say. Her guards were still up, despite the fact that they were steadily lowering against her will. She wondered how much she could get away with addressing, which facts were off limits and which were okay to mention. Obi-Wan seemed to be perfectly comfortable with speaking about everything but the kiss, though she didn’t want to push her luck.

She settled on something simple, something pertaining to the here and now. “I’m happy Anakin will accompany the Senator, I’m sure she will be safe in his presence.”

Obi-Wan nodded slowly, glancing down for a moment. “His eagerness often worries me, though it may serve him well with his task,” Obi-Wan said.

“A product of youth,” she commented, amused at the thought of Obi-Wan having to deal with the antics of a young man. She thought that perhaps once, Obi-Wan had done the same to his Master.

“Unavoidable, I’m afraid,” Obi-Wan replied effortlessly, turning to look at her face once again. She felt bare under his gaze, as if he could see through her every shield, each mask she wore.

“I’m sure with your guidance he will grow into an exemplary Jedi. I don’t think you could mold him into anything less.” Her flattery was not lost on Obi-Wan, whose ardent smile felt like a flowering bruise, a reminder of his oxymoronic, sweet rejection.

“Your faith in me surpasses that of myself,” he retorted frivolously, making Y/N chuckle. After a pause, Obi-Wan spoke again, “How long have you worked for Senator Amidala?”

Y/N thought for a moment, adding up the years in her head. “About four years now. I hope to work for her as long as she’ll let me. She is by far the kindest boss I’ve ever had,” she laughed a bit with the thought of begging Padmé to let her stay, offering to do anything but go back to working with the other Senators.

Obi-Wan smiled to himself, eyes darting around the skyline. “She is a rarity, no doubt.”

“I’m sure you have worked with a fair few Senators. You must know how…difficult they can be.”

Obi-Wan chuckled with a sigh, seeming surprised by her admission. “Yes, I know what you mean.”

Without thinking, Y/N said what was on her mind, letting it pass through her filters as if it were a smuggler, “I’m glad you have not lost your sense of humor.”

“I need it to deal with Anakin,” he joked, now his turn to surprise Y/N.

She couldn’t stop herself from giggling girlishly, placing a hand over her mouth. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, seeing a mildly devilish look on his face.

“Your sharp tongue must get you into trouble sometimes,” she teased, pushing the limits a bit further.

Obi-Wan tilted his head a bit, shrugging slightly. “It only appears amongst friends.”

Friends. The word danced around her head, bouncing all the way to her chest, pulsing against her heartbeat. She thought that perhaps he was humoring her, throwing her a bone. He couldn’t possibly think of her as a friend, could he? Technically, they’ve only known each other a total of three days, which was far too soon to be friends. Acquaintances, yes. Friends? No. While Y/N struggled with the idea that he might just be indulging her, she was suddenly reminded of a detail of their first encounter, one which she played over and over in her head the days following: I should not have allowed myself such an indulgence.

Obi-Wan glanced back through the glass door, then back to Y/N, who didn’t notice his staring. “Do you still see those whom I met that night?” he asked.

It took a second for Y/N to understand what he meant, remembering he probably never got their names. “Oh, yes, I do. Well, some of them. I still see Ripp, whose father owned the club.”

Obi-Wan nodded, chuckling to himself, “They seemed like a lively bunch.”

Y/N laughed, thinking back to the times they had together while in school. “Yes, they were. Thankfully, we are all doing quite well for ourselves now.”

“I’d say so,” Obi-Wan said genuinely, eyes soft.

Y/N looked down, unable to meet his gaze. “Did you ever find that man?”

“I believe we did,” it sounded almost like a question, as if he wasn’t quite sure.

Y/N wanted to comment on the fact that he had told her he doesn’t forget things, but thought that it might come out wrong. Instead, she focused on the vast expanse of skyscrapers and traffic in front of her. She could sense Obi-Wan looking at her profile, resurfacing her nerves.

“You have not lost your wonder,” he said gently, almost a whisper. Suddenly, she could not stop herself from looking at him, met with his tender expression. His words confused her, throwing her off the delicate footing she had found herself on. Her mind raced with endless possibilities, attempting to decide what he expected her to do, what he wanted her to say in return.

With her breath caught in her throat, she said the only thing that came to mind, “Neither have you.”

He smiled, the kind of smile that seemed too intimate for their odd relationship. Y/N felt honored to have been on the receiving end of such a smile, especially from Obi-Wan. The gesture made her weak, pathetically chasing another look like that, completely insatiable. Amending her earlier thought, Y/N decided that if he stuck around, her truthfulness would not be the only thing to get her in trouble. It seemed as though there were a million things Obi-Wan could get her to do or say with a simple look towards her or a single suggestion. It wasn’t because he was charming or persuasive, or even because he was handsome. No, it was because he listened to her so intently, spoke to her so kindly, and seemed to remember insignificant details from a night which occurred so long ago.

Y/N fought the urge to reach out and touch this cheek, or at least his arm. She yearned to feel something which solidified his presence in front of her, anything to tell her he was real and not a ghost conjured up from her memory. His eyes would have to do for now, sparkling against the midday light, so beautiful Y/N couldn’t possibly have dreamt them.

“I envy your opinion of me,” Obi-Wan said, still soft but with an air of jest, “But I feel you may be wrong.”

She shook her head instantly, bewildered by his statement. She wondered how he could possibly think that about himself, while at the same time saying such kind things about herself.

He laughed quietly, taking his eyes from her. Mourning the loss of their clear blue color, Y/N stayed staring at face, wanting to soak up every second she had with him on the balcony, where everything seemed simple.

“I don’t believe that for a second,” she countered.

He glanced at her with a playful smirk. “For a moment I thought you had grown a bit more shy, but I see that I was wrong.”

She chuckled, feeling embarrassed by his words. Her whole body was burning hot, despite the high altitude breeze that came whipping past.

“I’ve just learned when to hold my tongue,” she joked, relaxing a bit as the intensity of the moment began to lift.

“I only wish Anakn had your skills,” he sounded serious, but Y/N could tell he was joking by his upturned lips and the crinkle on the corners of his eyes. His sarcasm was new, though it did not feel unnatural, for his wit had always been sharp as a blade. Y/N giggled to herself, thinking of Obi-Wan talking to his padawan, pestering him with father-like nagging.

“Something amusing?” Obi-Wan teased, though played it off as if it was a genuine question.

She shook her head. “No, no,” she faltered for a moment, chuckling to herself, “Are all Jedi as funny as you?”

Obi-Wan sighed as if to think it over, “Perhaps, if you get to know them.” As Y/N was beginning to get caught up in his hidden meaning, he spoke again, “Are all Senatorial aides as diligent as yourself?”

His question caught her a bit off guard, and she wondered if he had peeked into the room and seen her working. The idea sent butterflies soaring in her belly.

“No,” she laughed, “But it’s easy to be devoted when Senator Amidala is leading you.”

“You think quite highly of her,” Obi-Wan said a bit curiously.

“Yes,” she answered without thought, “I do.”

“I know how much of a gift it can be to be led by such an admirable example,” Obi-Wan said, voice a bit far off.

“You’re thinking of your master?” she asked hesitantly, hoping not to overstep her bounds. Obi-Wan nodded, though his smile had faded. His eyes, too, were not as bright as they were before. “I’m sorry, if you don’t want to talk about it-” she rambled, fearing the worst.

Obi-Wan gave her a sad smile, but his face soon turned neutral. “It’s quite alright. He died many years ago,” he confessed. Y/N felt a devastating privilege to have received such an admission, surprised that he gave it so freely.

“Oh,” she said without thinking, “I’m so sorry, Obi-Wan. I didn’t know.”

“How could you,” he said, unperturbed, the sadness on his face all but washed away. She wondered where he got his resilience, so that she could get some for herself.

“He was a good man, and a fine Jedi,” Obi-Wan began again, sounding as if he was speaking only to himself. Y/N clung to every word, hanging on tightly to anything he chose to tell her. “Though he was a bit more like Anakin than myself.”

Y/N smiled, which soon turned into a grin when Obi-Wan gave her a mischievous sideways glance. “Just think of it as practice.”

“Yes,” he chuckled, pausing for a moment, “I was lucky to have him, as I am lucky to have Anakin as my padawan,” his tone was deeply warm and full of love.

Y/N couldn’t believe that he so readily told her about his life in this way, how openly he shared small, intimate details. While his words alone were not particularly notable, the way he said them told her that he was bearing little pieces of his innermost world. She wondered how many people were lucky enough to see him like this, punishing herself for assuming that she was special in some way. Perhaps he was always this open, this unfettered in conversation. Regardless, she craved a deeper look, even if it was just a peek like a sliver of light coming through a slightly open door.

After her internal gushing over Obi-Wan’s divulgence, she noticed him looking somewhat hesitant. It was the first time he faltered since their reintroduction, his expression seeming foreign and unlike his usual self, although Y/N couldn’t deny that she wasn’t the leading expert on the matter. She cocked her head, flashing him a confused look.

“What?” she asked, clueless as to what he was thinking.

He looked down reticently, quickly bringing his eyes back to hers without any shyness. “Do you have children of your own?” he said it innocently, as if he wasn’t nervous at all.

Thinking perhaps she had misread his expression, Y/N laughed a bit at the question, “No, I do not.”

“Then you are free of that particular headache,” he chuckled, and Y/N laughed along.

“I can barely take care of myself,” she joked.

“You doubt yourself far too often,” Obi-Wan paused, watching her face, “and ignore how far you have come.”

His kindness spread through her like the tranquil waters of Corellia she used to swim in during the summer months, waves falling in a steady ebb and flow. She sighed, staring at her hands which rested on the railing. What could she possibly say to him, what words could express what she felt while also concealing the attraction which had begun to float to the surface?

Before she could think of a reply, Dormé opened the door, causing each of them to turn.

“Our meal is ready,” she said with a small smile.

“Thank you, Dormé,” Y/N replied, heading back into the apartment with Obi-Wan following behind. Padmé was already sitting at the table, along with Anakin. Y/N and Dormé sat down opposite the pair.

“Join us, Obi-Wan,” Padmé offered.

Obi-Wan looked a bit hesitant. “I’ll keep guard, milady,” he said, walking over to the entrance near the turbolift.

“Captain Typho is on watch,” Padmé insisted, “Please, come eat.”

Obi-Wan sighed, giving in quickly to Padmé’s request. He took a seat beside Anakin, directly in front of Y/N. She grew a bit nervous, forced to face him directly, but her attention was diverted as the meals were placed on the table.

“So, how did you two meet?” Padmé asked Obi-Wan and Y/N, beginning to tuck into her food. Y/N should have known the question was coming, but she was a bit bewildered nonetheless. Her mouth opened to answer, but she was at a loss for words.

“I was on a small mission here in Coruscant,” Obi-Wan began cooly, “Y/N was kind enough to offer a bit of help.”

Anakin smirked to himself as Padmé looked towards Y/N, unaware that she was currently fighting off jitters. Y/N nodded, knowing that she should speak.

“He was looking for someone, but I was no help,” she said in an even tone, picking at her meal.

“Surely something must have happened,” Anakin commented, a bit of mockery in his voice, “How else would you remember each other?”

Obi-Wan smiled, completely nonchalant. Y/N was left wondering how nervous she truly looked, hoping she was playing it as well as Obi-Wan, but seriously doubting her abilities.

“If I am remembering correctly, a friend of yours knew the man that I was searching for,” he answered, taking a bite.

“Yes,” she said with a breath, regaining her composure, “His father had kicked him out of the club some time before.”

“The club?” Anakin asked with a raised brow, a smirk playing upon his lips. Realizing her mistake, Y/N felt heat creep up her cheeks. Padmé laughed a bit, though Y/N could not tell if it was due to her reaction or Anakins.

“Yes, Anakin,” Obi-Wan clipped, side-eyeing his padawan, “You’re no stranger to them.”

Obi-Wan’s jab did not seem to affect Anakin, who looked rather pleased with himself. Y/N focused on her food, not wanting to face the eyes which were surly looking at her. Normally, she wouldn’t be embarrassed if people knew she went to clubs, especially in her younger years. However, there was something off about mentioning it in front of a Senator and two Jedi. It felt as though she had admitted to committing a strange sort of crime.

“What an odd string of fate,” Padmé said pleasantly, smiling at the others. “It is not often that we are reunited with such fleeting acquaintanceships in a city this large.”

“You are right, milady,” Obi-Wan said, seemingly unbothered by the whole ordeal.

“Yes, it is quite funny,” Y/N forced herself to say, fearing that her silence may enact suspicion.

Thankfully, no one brought it up for the rest of the meal. At first they discussed politics, though soon Obi-Wan went on to share a few stories of missions he and Anakin had gone on over the years. Y/N listened with interest, holding onto every word. Obi-Wan was an excellent storyteller, she realized, finding herself content just to hear his voice. When the meal was finished, Padmé and Dormé went to discuss the details of the plan with Obi-Wan, excusing themselves to speak privately in another room. Y/N was left with Anakin, who was to keep watch while Obi-Wan was occupied.

With her holopad in the other room, Y/N was left to kill time on her own. She walked over to the large windows, watching the speeders fly past, criss-crossing lanes along the skyline. She soon began to worry about Padmé, wishing that whoever was behind the attacks would somehow slip up and reveal themselves. It was a futile hope, but there was nothing else she could do. So deep in thought, she did not hear Anakin coming up to stand beside her.

His voice came without warning, “I have a feeling there is more to you than meets the eye.”

She jumped, placing a hand on her chest as her head whipped around to see him. He chuckled at her unease, and she gave him a weary smile. However, it soon left when she processed his words.

“What do you mean?” she asked, still a bit fretful from the scare.

He let out a slow chuckle, looking out the window instead of at her. “I know my master well, better than most. Which means I know when he is concealing the truth.”

She inhaled shakily, her hands coming together, fingers winding around with nervousness. Something in her face or tone must have slipped during lunch, letting Anakin in on her secret. She bit her lip, wondering what to say and how to deny it.

He smirked, eyeing her steadily. “Something else happened.”

She shook her head, deciding to act as if she had no clue what he was talking about. “No, it really is as simple as what he said.”

Anakin laughed again, “You are a terrible liar.”

She wanted to groan, knowing it was fruitless to play ignorant. She decided on a new game plan: tell him as little as it takes to satisfy his curiosity.

“Fine,” she surrendered, wavering a bit, “I bought him a drink. A single drink.”

Anakin stared at her, spurring her on. As she gave her a resolute look back, he raised his brows. “You know I know that's not all.”

She faltered, feeling his provocation pulling her towards his will. Unwisely, she had thought her admission would be enough for him.

“I promise not to tell my Master,” he offered.

After a long pause, she gave in, knowing he would not easily let the matter go. “We got talking, just small talk. I asked him if he’d ever been around Coruscant while he’s not working, and he said no, and I…” she trailed off, scared that she would reveal too much if she went any further.

Anakin’s eyes lit at the confession, and he let out a happy sigh. “You see, I knew my Master wasn’t as good of a padawan as he says he was,” he laughed, “He’s probably reeling, worrying that I would find out.”

She shot him an angry look, afraid that he would tell Obi-Wan of her indiscretion. Anakin rolled his eyes, waving a hand in her direction.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell, even though I want to,” he drawled, looking proud that he had gotten the secret from her. He crossed his arms over his chest, standing tall. Y/N would have been infuriated if her embarrassment wasn’t so strong. While Y/N overthought their interaction, running it over in her head until the words sounded foreign, Anakin strolled off as if nothing had happened.

She was left a bit stunned until Padmé, Dormé, and Obi-Wan emerged from the room. Obi-Wan went over to Anakin, telling him that he would have to leave. He sounded quite urgent, but his composure did not waiver. Anakin only nodded, and with that Obi-Wan left without a goodbye. Usually so polite, Y/N guessed that the matter likely pertained to the assassination attempts, which had doubled over the course of a single day.

Padmé walked over to Y/N, calm and collected as she always was.

“Y/N, you are free to go back to the Senate,” her voice was tenacious, strong-willed as always.

Y/N nodded. “Yes, milady. Would you be needing anything else from me before I leave?”

“No, that's alright,” Padmé answered with a smile, “I’m not sure when I will be in contact with you next, so give all messages to Jar Jar, who will be representing me in my absence.”

Y/N bowed, going over to her workspace to collect her things. She had a feeling Padmé would be getting ready to depart tomorrow, and it was safer for her to have Y/N know as little as possible. She was already a bit surprised they let her know that Padmé would be leaving Coruscant, though she had been working with her for some time. Y/N was warmed by the thought that the Senator trusted her so much, feeling a bit proud of the work she had done thus far.

Y/N returned to the Senate to get the rest of her work completed, not even realizing that she might never see Obi-Wan again until the end of the day. When the thought came, a wave of sadness drifted all around her, especially since she hadn’t had the chance to say goodbye. In spite of all her efforts, she felt the same as she did over a decade ago, sitting on the bench in the Plaza as Obi-Wan faded into the crowd. It was stupid, foolish, and entirely immature, but her mind could not release its hook from their conversation on the balcony. She went over every word, every expression, each twitch of the lips. Instead of pushing the memory away as she should, she held it tighter, embracing it with open arms. It only appears amongst friends. You have not lost your wonder. You doubt yourself far too often, and ignore how far you have come. I don’t easily forget, I don’t easily forget, I don’t easily forget. It was if his words were echoing around the empty office, fading out into space only to begin once more. The letters rolled on top of each other, spinning into a melodious song sung in his pleasant voice.

As she left work, she walked slowly down the wide corridors of the Senate building, arms limp at her sides. A haze of melancholy enveloped every step, dulling the click of her shoes against the polished stone floor. During the taxi ride home, she looked out of the window like she always did, following the lines of the buildings with her eyes, locking onto a particular point until it was lost in her peripheral. The noise of the city outside was dulled in her ears, as if she was listening underwater. She thought of Obi-Wan, his copper hair, his aquamarine eyes, then dismissed it, back and forth into oblivion. She told herself it was not by fate that they met again, that his words were simply friendly and meant nothing, though her efforts were in vain. Every irrational bone in her body overpowered her feeble attempts to break them or expose their falsehoods. It was a losing battle, so she pushed it off as best she could, telling the soldiers it could wait until morning.

Her head pounded to the beat of the alarm clock like a punishment for the day before. Turning off the vexatious beeping, she headed straight for the ‘fresher to take some pills for the pain. She shook her head at herself in the mirror, tsking her half-witted hope that somehow Obi-Wan would fall for her again. Even if he did happen to feel the same, he was older now, not so impulsive. He’d never let the past repeat itself. Y/N had to remind herself that she was an adult now too, that she would have to get over her childish infatuation and move on. It wasn’t as if she’d never dated anyone since then. They were never quite like him, though.

In order to regain some sense of normalcy, she went about her routine in the same way she always did. When it was time to dress, she found herself staring into her closet at all the clothes she had hanging there, her nice outfit piled in the hamper. She chuckled at her ridiculous decision to wear what she did the day before, somehow thinking that it was important to look nice for a man she could never have.

The taxi ride to the Senate was longer than usual, traffic congested but thankfully never completely stalled. It was only a few hours into the day and already it was turning out awful, though Y/N’s patience was thin to start out with. Unlike the previous evening, she walked quickly through the Senate to her office, giving the people she passed a cordial, but somewhat frigid smile. She didn’t know if she’d be able to get through the pleasantries of “how are you?” or “nice to see you again”, thinking it better just to get to her office and hole up there until she was ready to go back home. On the bright side, today her mind would remain busy with work, unable to muse over other things.

Only a few people popped into the office that morning, mostly for a quick word and nothing more. It was a blessing that everyone was incredibly swamped as well, unable to take any down time to chat. Every once in a while, when Y/N wondered if Padmé was off planet yet, or something came in mentioning the assassination, she was practically forced into thinking about Obi-Wan. With how much he was likely occupied, she thought it would be highly improbable that he was thinking of her at all, even in passing. His work was important, far more important than her own, demanding diligent, careful attention. Despite these small reminders of him, they did not stick around like they had last night, remaining fleeting and pulled from her mind when she looked back at her holopad.

It was the afternoon, the sun over its peak, slowly descending over the city. A ray shined through the curtainless window, specks of dust revealed in the air which looked almost like falling snow. Deep in thought, Y/N jumped as the door wooshed open, her head shooting up from the holopad. As she looked at the door, her breath caught in her throat, making it feel as though she had forgotten how to breathe. There in her office, Obi-Wan was standing, his brown robe skimming the floor, eyes wide as if he was surprised by his own entrance. Y/N stood abruptly, her chair pushing out behind her and bumping the wall.

“Obi-Wan,” she said in shock, or perhaps as a question. He took a step into the room, then went to take another, though stopped in his tracks.

“Y/N, I,” he paused, swallowing, “I never got a chance to say goodbye. I’m leaving now, and I am unsure as to when I will return.”

“Oh,” was all she could muster, still paralyzed and unmoving.

He looked down for a moment, hands clasped together. “It’s been a pleasure,” he said with a small smile. She didn’t return it, still too stunned to do anything but stare at him. Obi-Wan promptly turned and left, the door closing behind him.

She just stood there, her thoughts a thousand miles high. She questioned if Obi-Wan had really just come into the office or if it was a figment of her imagination, created by her night-long mulling over of the day before. Her breaths remained shallow as her thoughts caught up to themselves, their summersaults ending with a finale of fireworks erupting between her ears. She was baffled by his entrance, completely unaware of his motives. Gradually, all else dropped away but her need to find Obi-Wan, to ask him if had really come back only to say goodbye, or if he had something else to say. Her mind willed her legs to move, but they stayed still, frozen in time.

“Come on,” she whispered to herself, not hearing her own voice, “run.”

With that her body finally obeyed, and she rushed to the door, huffing as she pressed the button to open it. Her feet carried her flying down the hall, not noticing the people who stopped to stare at her along the way. She skirted around every corner, the white walls and metal doors a single blur like the swipe of a wide paintbrush. When she came upon the exit to the landing platforms, it was as if the wide door was encased in the glowing light of a new sun, calling her to come through to the other side. Thankfully, the door was motion censored, saving her the precious few seconds that would be needed to open it. As she emerged, the sun shined in her eyes, and she placed a hand on her forehead as a shield. Frantically, she looked around for Obi-Wan, scanning every ship for movement, only to find every ship near to her vacant.

In the distance, she saw the loading ramp of a ship descend, euphoric at the sight of Obi-Wan’s brown robe. She began running towards him, sprinting faster as she saw him beginning to board. Fearing that she would be too late, she called out his name. Obi-Wan's face was hidden within the ship, though she could see him stop. He looked down and saw her, though Y/N wasn’t close enough to tell the details of his expression. As she neared, the realization of what she was doing set in, bringing about a wave of uncertainty. However, it washed away when she saw Obi-Wan’s face.

She stood at the base of the ramp, panting from her impromptu workout. She locked her eyes with Obi-Wan’s, which were soft, brilliantly gleaming as they stared across her face. Her once racing mind was all but empty, filled only with the serene happiness of having caught Obi-Wan before he took off. Neither she or Obi-Wan said a word, though he smiled thoughtfully like he had a secret. Stars, he must think I’m some kind of crazy person.

Despite her lack of shame or uneasiness, she fumbled with her words, not knowing how to express what she wanted to.

“I,” she began, a doting smile beginning to peek through, “I feel like this is completely foolish,” she paused, bringing her hands up to her face for a moment, “Stars, I just can’t let you leave without telling you.”

“Tell me what?” he murmured, his smile growing slightly more noticeable.

Her gaze drifted from his, overwhelmed by her boiling face and heart which was beating so fast she ought to be concerned. Even though she had thought about doing this all last night, running over what she would say and what she would do, the reality of it was unfamiliar territory. She was flying blind, attempting to find anything that could point her in the right direction.

Finding a bit of courage left, she glanced back into her eyes, crystal blue and clear. Within them she saw something new, the knowledge of what he was thinking in this very moment. Without another word or thought, she leapt up the ramp towards him, following all the instincts she had at her disposal. Throwing her arms around his neck, she crashed her lips to his, a sparkling fuzz running down her spine and into her limbs. Much differently than last time, Obi-Wan did not hesitate to return her kiss, falling into it along with her. He held her body to his, pulling her a bit off of the floor and fully into his embrace. Their lips moved as if they had kissed a thousand times, synchronized in each other's affection. She felt the tickle of his beard against her cheek, his hands gripping her waist tighter as she gasped.

Breathless, she pulled away, only enough to suck in a gulp of much needed hair. Obi-Wan did the same, breath uneven and shaky as if he had just been in battle. Y/N stared into his eyes, watching as their surprise settled into something else, something tender. A blush had formed upon his cheeks, peeking out from his beard and dotting across his nose. The rush in her ears was gone, replaced by the low hum of the ship and the soft sound of her hands upon his robes. She held him tighter, dreading the moment when she would finally have to let go.

“Will I see you later?” she asked, not bothering to disguise her pleading and desperate tone. She didn’t know what she was expecting him to do, but his wide grin pleasantly surprised her.

“Yes,” he said with a long exhale, studying her face. She grew warm with the attention, even though they had just done much more than look at each other. Something about his gaze was always so intense, more passionate than she could easily handle. It was as if flustering her came naturally to him, like he was born to make her shy.

Finally, he slowly set her down, and she relaxed her beskar-like grip she had on his shoulders. Her hands settled on his chest briefly before falling down at her sides, already missing his touch. She was unsure what to say, but as usual, Obi-Wan was not at a similar loss for words.

“Perhaps it is the absence, but you’ve grown even more beautiful,” the fondness of his voice did not escape her, bringing about a buzzing feeling in her stomach.

She felt her knees nearly buckle, growing impossibly weak at his words. With them, all her fears and worries about herself subsided, and she felt like the most beautiful person in the galaxy. Forcing herself not to look down at her feet, she gave Obi-Wan a sickly sweet smile, agonized by how much she cared for him in so little time. He was smiling as well, pleased by her total disarmament. She longed to tell him how handsome he was, how well he had grown into himself, but she felt the time quickly slipping away. Knowing he needed to leave soon, she stepped back, still grinning ear to ear. She bit her lip, giddy with the reemergence of her clandestine romance, now with the promise that Obi-Wan wasn’t gone for good.

“Be safe,” she said softly, making her way partly down the ramp. Obi-Wan chuckled, looking self assured as he stood in the entrance of his ship.

“I always am,” he answered, voice smooth and warm like Gatalentian tea.

Mustering up every bit of her willpower she had, Y/N turned and walked down the ramp and into the landing platform. The ramp closed behind her, and she rushed off near the entrance of the Senate building. She watched as the ship powered up, rising into the air before zooming away all too quickly. It was bitter to watch him leave, though their parting felt parsecs different than the last time. From all she knew about him, Obi-Wan was not in the habit of lying, and her chances of seeing him again were close to certain. With his ship out of sight, Y/N dreamily walked back into the Senate, feeling light as a feather.

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6rookie-writer0110 · 2 months ago

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Stars that keep the secrets

Padmé Amidala x Reader (Gender-Neutral)

Request - Can I request a padme (Star Wars) story where the reader is padme’s younger sibling, who left the palace to try help the poorer planets and so hasn’t been in contact with padme for a while (they were close when growing up) and padme finds out there has been an assassination attempt on them and helps thwart it and reunites with them?

Padme just found out bad news about her younger sibling. She is in the royal palace and she goes back to her bedroom and she changes her clothes. But she puts back on the long dress. She did sneak into the spaceship and she struggled at first to turn it on but she figured it out. She starts to fly the ship and she is hoping that you are okay and safe. She is heading to the planet called Tatooine, The last time you spoke to her you let her know where you were heading.

“I am impressed that you know how to fly the ship,” Anakin said.

He came out of nowhere and she got scared.

“What? How did you get here?” Padmé yelled.

“I was hiding here, because I knew you would do something like this. I hid here and waited” Anakin said.

“You shouldn't be here, Anakin” Padmé said

“I’m not leaving you alone while traveling through the galaxy to find Y/N,” Anakin said

She knows he won't leave and go back home.

“Fine. But I have to look for Y/N, there is a bounty on Y/N. The last time I spoke to Y/N, told me they would be on a planet called Tatooine, your home planet” Padmé said.

He knows that she will do anything to protect you. But he won't leave alone to go out and find you and he hasn't been home in a long time.

“I know about the bounty, Padmé. I like Y/N and I'm going to help you” Anakin said.

“Do you know who put the bounty on Y/N?” Padmé asked

“Yes, I know who it was someone told me, and I trust him,” Anakin said

“Who?” Padmé asked

“Darth Maul,” Anakin said.

“First we will find Y/N then stop Darth Maul,” Padmé said.

“It won't be easy, but I will do anything to help,” Anakin said.

They arrived on the planet Tatooine. They go into a small pub and they look around. They start to ask questions about you but so far no one has seen you in a few days. But someone knew where you had been staying. He told your sister where to find you and she ran out of the pub to go find you.

They went to a small house, and they went inside. You don't see their face and you turn on your lightsaber. But Anakin used his lightsaber and blocked your attack. Now you and Anakin are fighting then Your sister notices you.

“Y/N, stop!” Padmé yelled.

You and Anakin stopped and you took off your helmet.

“Anakin, Padmé!” You yelled.

She hugged you tight and you missed her so much. You and Anakin put the lightsabers away and she can't stop smiling.

“How did you find me?” You asked:

“Someone from the pub told us where to find you. Darth Maul put a bounty on your head” Anakin said.

“I couldn't just stay in the castle while your life is in danger. Y/N, I missed you so much” Padmé said.

She hugged you again.

“I’m fine. I stayed here for a while to help the people find food and heal them from their wounds” You said.

“We will stay here with you in case someone else tries to kill you,” Anakin said.

“Has anyone been after you so far?” Padmé asked

“So far two but that was when I was on the planets Naboo and Ryloth. But while here so far no one has come after me” You said.

“I know you want to help people, Y/N but you should come home until we solve the problem. I don't want to see you get killed” Padmé said

“She is right, Y/N you must come home now,” Anakin said.

You sighed heavily, you knew they were right.

“Okay, I will go home,” You said.

Later that night…

Anakin and Padme stayed the night with you, then you would go home with them in the morning. But while sleeping, Anakin hears a sound, someone opened the door. Slowly Anakin grabs onto his lightsaber and he is in it for the right moment. Once the enemy got closer Anakin hit the enemy in the leg and then quickly stood up. You and Padme started to wake up and then saw Anakin fight the enemy. You grabbed your lightsaber and started to fight alongside Anakin. Another enemy ran inside and then Padme used her gun to shoot the bad guy. You and Anakin easily killed the enemy

“Is everyone okay?” Anakin asked

“Yes!” You and Padme said at the same time.

You leave with Anakin and Padme to go back home.

✯ ✫ ✯ ✬

You do miss being home. But you and Padme are spending more time together, and you are happy to sleep in your own bed.

“I don't need more security,” You said.

“Y/N, we talked about this. Anakin and Obi-Wan are going after Darth Maul to end the bounty on you. I’m not going to lose you” Padme said.

“I can defend myself, Padme,” You said.

“I know. You have been gone from home for a while now but you must let go of your pride, not everything has been done on your own” Padme said.

“Why, you must always be right,” You said.

“As your sister, I have to be” Padme giggled.

You and Padme go to the garden to spend time together. All morning, you and your sister have been in meetings. You and Padme have a special bond in the garden. She starts to ask questions about your time away from home. You tell her stories about the people you helped and who you became friends with.

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lordk022 · 27 days ago

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The guard and the Jedi, chapter 3 : Protection.

Synopsis : Le chancelier suprême Palpatine demande à la princesse Padmé Amidala de quitter sa planète pour séjourner « temporairement » sur Coruscant. Padmé n'est pas heureuse de cette nouvelle, mais étant son garde rapproché, tu dois toi aussi séjourner sur Coruscant, et tu n'as qu'une pensée revoir Anakin !

Avertissement : Contenu +18, relation sexuel, personnage x male reader, Anakin Dom, relation entre hommes, cochonnerie, propos grossier.

Le vaisseau de la princesse Amidala se posa, cette dernière fut acceuillie par une Cinquantaine de clones diriger par le commandant Cody. Ta mission était simple, escorter Padmé jusqu'au bureau du chancelier et attendre son retour dans le grand couloir, mais tu ne pouvais t'empêcher de penser à ton amant, Anakin ! Il devait être impatient lui aussi, passera-t-il plus de temps avec moi ou avec Padmé... Tu devais l'avouer, tu étais jaloux de Padmé et inquiet pour t'as relation avec Anakin. Soudain le bruit des bottes cessa, vous étiez arrivé devant la porte du bureau, toi et les autres gardes attendait dans le couloir, le regard fixe, tous dos au mur. Le chancelier ouvrit la porte et fit entrer Padmé. Au bout de presque une heure, la princesse ressortit, elle fit signe au garde le plus gradé de la suivre.

« Rejoigniez vos chambres, couloir des invité ! »

Dit le garde en question qui était aussi ton supérieur. Alors que tu commençait à partir, une petite voix, t'interpella.

« Garde ! »

Tu fut surpris de voir qu'il s'agissait du chancelier suprême !

« Oui, chancelier. »

« Quel est votre nom ? »

« Y/N, chancelier. Puis-je vous être utile ? »

Tu le questionna, te demandant ce qu'il te voulait. Et soudain tu fût inquiet.

« Oui, rendez vous à la salle d'entraînement jedi. »

« Bien sûr, chancelier, mais... pourquoi ? Si je puis me permettre. »

Palpatine fit un grand sourire, tout en s'éloignant vers son bureau.

« Vous devez le savoir, garde, rendez vous à la salle d'entraînement, inutile que des oreilles trop curieuse nous entende dans ce couloir. »

Une boule se forma dans votre ventre Comment peut-il être au courant ? A-t-il des espions sur Naboo ? Mais non bien sûr... Aanakin, il m'en avais parler, mais sont-il vraiment aussi proche ? Putain Anakin a quoi tu joue !

Tu sortit du couloir angoissé, c'est sûr, Anakin lui a tout raconté, une fois sur Naboo il t'avais dit qu'il était comme son père une fois. Tu essayais de chasser ces pensées de ton esprit, tandis que tu arrivais devant la porte de la salle d'entraînement. Le garde te laissa entrer, et une fois à l'intérieur tu vis une belle pièces en forme de demi cercle, les rayons du soleil illuminer la pièce. Tu entendit des éclats de voix, et des sabres laser s'entrechoquait, il était là ! En face de toi, sur le balcon s'entraînant avec Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Tu resta en retrait pour ne pas les interrompre, ou plutôt, tu l'admirait. Il était resplendissant. Anakin était très fort, il désarma Obi-Wan. Tu as eu envie de l'applaudir, mais tu devais rester discret. Il remarqua t'as présence.

« Maître, je vais vous laissez, je suis épuisé. »

« Très bien Anakin, ont reprend demain. »

Obi-Wan semblait perplexe ne s'attendant pas à êtres aussi vite délaissé, et tu vis Anakin s'approchait de toi te chuchotant à l'oreille.

« Suis moi discrètement, ne t'arrête pas. »

Tu le suivi, maintenant une certaine distance pour ne pas attirer l'attention, puis tous les deux vous atteignez la chambre d'Anakin.

Anakin ferma la porte, et se jeta sur toi, t'embrassant sauvagement.

« Je t'ai manqué Ani ? »

« Oh oui, mais ne t'en fais pas, nous allons rattraper le temps perdu ! »

Anakin te poussa sur son lit pour te mettre en position assise.

« Tu es dur, Y/N »

« Oui ! »

Il roula des yeux, son regard sérieux et sexy se posa sur toi, le même regard qu'il t'avais lancé pour te dragué, ce regard tu le connaissez bien ! Il te faisait fondre, c'était le signe que Anakin n'avait qu'une envie : te baisé jusqu'à ce que tu cri son nom, renforcer l'addiction que tu as pour lui !

« Tu ne t'ai pas branler, tout seul sur Naboo, n'est-ce pas Y/N ? »

Tu rougis, baissant le regard sur le sol.

« Une fois, j'avais trop envie de toi ! Désolé Ani... »

Anakin claqua la langue.

« Cela ne fait pas partit de nos accords Y/N ! Il n'y a que moi qui est le droit de te branler, de te toucher, ce corps m'appartiens maintenant. »

Il s'approcha de toi, prit ton pantalon et le baissa rapidement avec ton caleçon.

« Hmm, t'as bite est tellement dur. »

Il caressa le bout, puis effleura t'es couilles mais sans te branler.

« Ani fais le ! J'en peux plus ! »

« Je le ferais, si tu formule mieux t'as demande envers moi ! »

Il croisa se mains derrière le dos, un sourire sadique se dessinant sur son visage, il attendait et ne voulait pas être déçus.

« Je suis t'as salope, Ani, branle ma bite ! S'il te plaît ! Je regrette de mettre touché sans toi et sans ton autorisation, Fais le ! »

Il se mit à rire, puis prit t'as bite dans sa main pour la branlait durement.

« Bon garçon, je vais te soulagé. »

Il continu, et il te branle tellement fort que tu es sûr qu'il veux que tu jouisse rapidement ! Il te regarde fixement, il admire ton corps, l'effet puissant qu'il à sur toi. Tu fini par jouir dans sa main.

« Bien, maintenant je suis très dur moi aussi, sors ma bite, et suce là avec amour, comme si tu suçait le bonbon le plus délicieux de la galaxie ! »

Il baissa son pantalon.

« Ani t'as bite EST le bonbon le plus délicieux de la galaxie ! »

tu commençait à le sucer.

« Quelle salope ! J'aime tellement ça ! »

Il finit par jouir, vous remettez vos vêtements mais à ton plus grand étonnement, il t'invite à rester quelques heure dans sa chambre tu fini par t'endormir à ces côtés laissant t'es préoccupations de côtés.

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captainsophiestark · 1 year ago

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The Best Kind Of Crazy

Padmé Amidala x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Star Wars

Day 16 Prompt: "Do you know a way out of here?"

Summary: Y/N's been captured by Separatists, seemingly with no hope of escape. That is, until Padmé Amidala gets captured too. Especially since she's never been one to sit around in a cell waiting for rescue.

Word Count: 1,833

Category: Fluff, Adventure

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I stared, eyes narrowed, watching the woman laying on the floor a few feet from me. She'd been thrown into this cell with me a few minutes ago, and the longer I looked at her, the more confident I became that she was Senator Padmé Amidala.

How she had ended up in a Separatist prison cell was beyond me, but it definitely wasn't good. I was a relatively low-ranking military strategist, and they'd had to go through an armed envoy to get to me.

My attention had just started to wander again when Senator Amidala stirred. She stretched as much as she could in handcuffs, then shot up into a sitting position, eyes wide, when she realized where she was. Her gaze darted from her handcuffs to the cell door to me, and then she narrowed her eyes as her gaze stayed on me.

"Who are you?" she demanded. I gave her a small smile and raised one hand in a little wave. At least, I tried to just wave with one hand, but thanks to my handcuffs it ended up being two-handed.

"Y/N Y/L/N," I said. "Low-ranking GAR strategist and trainee liaison to the Jedi."

She nodded, visibly relaxing when she realized I wouldn't be a threat to her.

"I'm Senator Amidala, but you can call me Padmé," she said with a sigh as she got to her feet. She quickly scanned the room again, then turned back to me. "Do you know a way out of here?"

I huffed a small laugh. "Sorry, no. If I did, I wouldn't have still been sitting here when you arrived."

Padmé nodded, looking a little distracted as her gaze wandered away from me. I obviously didn't know her very well, but I could see the gears turning in her head as she thought.

I just leaned back against the well where I sat, watching Padmé. I'd been going stir crazy for the day I'd been in this cell, and if Padmé wanted to run around kicking the walls, then I would gladly take the distraction from the nothingness.

I was about to make a comment about how unlikely I thought escape would be without help when Padmé reached up and pulled a pin out of her hair. I frowned, curious, as she crossed the room to stand in front of me.

"Hold out your hands, please."

I just watched her for a minute, trying to make sense of the strange request, then complied. What did I have to lose?

Padmé used one hand to grab my cuffs and hold them steady, then started working on the lock with her hairpin with the other. A second later, I heard a click, and they popped open.

I looked up at Padmé in awe as the cuffs dropped from my wrists to the floor. She took my hand and shoved the hairpin into it, then held out her own cuffs to me.

"Come on, we don't have much time. I'll talk you through how to do it."

I just blinked at her for a second, then jumped into action.

"That was... incredible," I said as I worked. A small smile quirked up at the corner of her mouth.

"Thank you. Now, focus on feeling the tumblers of the lock. We have to hurry."

It took me MUCH longer than it had taken Padmé, but after a few minutes, the lock on her handcuffs popped open. Padmé had stayed calm and patient the whole time she'd been talking me through the lock picking, and now she quickly shed her cuffs and took the hairpin back. She went over to the cell door, looking both ways before pressing her back against the wall where the door would normally come to rest if it opened.

"Lay down on the floor," she said, patient but firm, to me. "Look as sick and unconscious as you possibly can, and then be ready to move when I tell you to."

I did as she said, my mind still absolutely whirling. What the hell was she planning, and how did she know how to do all this? Did normal politicians learn these things?

I didn't have much time to ponder my questions, because as soon as I closed my eyes on the floor, Padmé started shouting.

"Help! Please! We have a medical emergency!"

My heart started pounding in my chest, and while we didn't currently have a real medical emergency, the chances of my having a heart attack felt pretty high.

I heard grumbling and shuffling coming closer to our cell, but I didn't dare try to open my eyes and investigate.

"Please, help," Padmé repeated, presumably once a guard had come. "We're no use to you if we're dead."

Another grunt, and then I heard the jingling of keys. No. Way.

I kept my eyes shut tight, but I heard the lock turn and the door swing open. Heavy, shuffling footsteps came towards me, but before my panic could get out of hand, I heard a loud thud.

It took every ounce of willpower I possessed, but I didn't move or open my eyes at the sound, or when I heard a louder thud and felt the floor shake a little. Only when I heard Padmé's sigh before she said "okay, let's go" did I look.

My heart nearly stopped again when I found our guard unconscious on the floor, presumably knocked out by Padmé. She pulled his keys off his belt, then came over to offer me a hand. I took it, heart racing for a few different reasons as she pulled me to my feet.

"We have to hurry," she said, glancing around as she darted out of the cell. I shook my head.

"You are a senator," I hissed, trying to keep my voice down as I followed after her despite my shock. "How do you know how to do this?"

Padmé just shrugged and shot a mischievous grin back at me that made my heart melt.

"Lots of practice."

I tried not to think too much about that answer as I followed Padmé, rushing to keep up as she led us from corridor to corridor, ducking and dodging and darting around corners. I could see a hanger full of ships up ahead, and for the first time since Padmé had woken up, I actually had hope that this crazy plan might work.

The same moment I had the thought, I heard voices right ahead of us, rapidly approaching from around a corner. Without hesitating, Padmé grabbed my hand and pulled me with her as she shouldered open a supply closet. We were almost chest to chest in the space, and when she shut the door behind us, we were plunged into near-total darkness.

Padmé held a finger to her lips (which distracted me more than a little) as the voices drew closer. I held my breath, confident we would be discovered, but the voices passed by and got steadily quieter as they disappeared down the hall. We listened until there was dead silence in the hallway, then Padmé waited an extra second before flinging the door open and heading back into the corridor. To my delight, she grabbed my hand again as we moved.

"My ship is in the back of the cargo bay. If you can get the door open while I get ready to fly, we can get out of here."

"On it."

Padmé and I split, reluctantly dropping hands as we moved to different parts of the hanger. My hands flew across the keyboard, and I only spared a half-second glance back to see Padmé climbing the ramp of her ship.

A second later, alarms started blaring. Our captors had realized we were missing, which meant we needed to leave now.

Thankfully, I managed to get the hanger door open. I yanked out a few control pieces to slow down anyone wanting to undo my accomplishment, then took off in a sprint for Padmé's ship.

She appeared on the ramp a moment later looking more stressed than I'd seen her so far. I realized why a moment later as shouts came from behind me and shots bounced off the floor around me.

"Hurry!" cried Padmé, and I poured on as much extra speed as I could manage. I saw Padmé reach behind her back, and a moment later, she had a blaster in-hand and was returning fire on our enemies. Because of course she was.

By some miracle, I made it to the ramp. I rushed past Padmé and slammed the button to close the ramp as she fired off a few more shots before turning and taking off towards the cockpit.

"Come on!" she yelled, waving for me, but I was already following her.

She slammed into the pilot's seat, and I landed next to her in the copilot's a moment later. We sped through all the takeoff protocol together, perfectly in sync, and within minutes we were safely out of the hanger and into hyperspace.

I sank back into my chair once we were officially safe, suddenly exhausted now that the adrenaline was wearing off. Then, I turned to Padmé with a grin.

"You are insane."

Padmé chuckled, suddenly looking a little sheepish.

"Well, we needed to get out of there before they could use us as leverage. And unfortunately, this has happened to me enough that I've developed some skills-"

"Hey, I'm not saying I didn't like it," I said, quickly holding up my hands. "You totally saved me, after all. Besides... it was amazing watching you do all of that."

Padmé grinned. "Really?"

"Really," I replied, heat rushing to my face. I just hoped she didn't notice. "And, you know, since you saved me... maybe I could take you out to dinner, once we're back in friendly territory?"

"As a date?"

"Yes?"

Suddenly, my crazy idea of asking the gorgeous, amazing senator on a date seemed far too crazy for the day (despite all the other crazy stuff that had happened). But to my relief, Padmé smiled. I even thought I caught a small blush dusting her cheeks as she met my eyes.

"I'd like that," she said. My heart leapt.

"Really?"

"Yes."

We shared a smile, and then Padmé sighed, her attention turning back to the control panel before us.

"I should probably let a few people know we got out of there," she said. "More than one of my friends and coworkers are the kind of people to dive headfirst into an insane rescue plan if they're told I've been taken hostage without calling me first to verify if it's true."

I laughed. "If they have even half the skillset you do, I think they'll be fine. But yeah, it'd probably be better if it didn't get to that point."

I relaxed back in my seat as Padmé started dialing numbers of GAR leadership, watching the stars fly by around us. By the time we got back to Coruscant, I would have the perfect date planned, ready for the absolute perfect girl.

I couldn't wait.

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kybercvnt · 2 years ago

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You Should Try the Fruit

Pairing – Padmé Amidala x Jedi F!Reader

Summary – On a trip to Naboo, Padmé invites you to her chambers to try some of her sweet fruit.

Word Count – 2103

Warnings – Mentions of nudity, sexual themes, and a buttload of innuendos.

A/N – I interrupt the usual scheduled broadcast of male content to bring you a lesbian-filled Padmé reader insert.

As much as I wanted to, I didn't end up writing any smut. I'd be happy to write a smutty follow up if requested.

Naboo was a beautiful planet, overrun by lush flora that cascaded along the immense terrain, with architecture that encapsulated your gaze every time you looked outside your window into the town. What was more beautiful than the landscape of Naboo, was the former queen that derived from it.

Padmé was more beautiful than any creature you had seen before, and she was still a queen in your eyes even after her new political career. Both you and Anakin held the same admiration for lovely Amidala, yet you felt regretful for Anakin when Padmé was the one reciprocating your feelings and not his. You couldn’t often help but stare at the politician when she was in the same room as you, and whenever she caught your adorning gaze, your heart would swell at her flustered appearance.

It wasn’t appropriate for a Jedi to have a relationship with a senator, you and her both knew it too well. A confession of love was never exchanged between the two of you, and neither of you made any obvious advancements to each other especially when alone. When the assassination attempts started, she requested you, personally to be her bodyguard. You of course were content with having to be around the woman for longer. Some nights she would usher you inside of her room to talk and joke around when she had trouble sleeping. The other male Jedi who would stand guard would not have any objection to another female entering her room, so the secrecy remained intact.

She was like your best friend, and whenever she was having one of her political predicaments, you would always try to offer any piece of advice you could muster. She enjoyed your company and the fact that you were very much the middle ground when it came to politics. You didn’t know what most of the words she said meant, but you were so infatuated with her that you gave her your undying support and agreed to every point she made.

A senatorial trip to Naboo was necessary for Padmé, and you graciously accepted her request as her bodyguard yet again and travelled with her to her marvellous home planet. You couldn’t believe the luxuries within the palace of Naboo when you were temporarily housed during your stay. Pillars of stone and marble were delicately carved with the most pristine details you had ever laid eyes on, and the walls stretched far above your head. What you loved the most was how the light always filled every room and hall you walked into. Naboo was always a sunny and tropical planet, and you felt yourself wanting to retire your Jedi lifestyle and live out your days here.

Your ship had arrived a day too early, and Padmé’s presence wasn’t required yet, so she was given a day of leisure. You were requested to her chambers a few hours after she started camping out in it since you landed. When you entered, the warm sunlight beautifully decorated the room as it did for all of them, and you saw her seated at a small desk in front of open arches that let in most of the sunlight. She stood from her chair when you entered, and you bowed in return.

“You must be sweltering under all those robes. Truly, you Jedi never fail to impress me with your resilience.” She had broken the ice and started to make her way toward you. As she approached, her whole body was now exposed and no longer obstructed by the ornate desk she previously had been hiding behind. Her dress was made of a fine and sheer material, perfect for the current climate. And because the fabric was so thin, you could see the way it draped over her breasts, and her nipples protruding against it. When you glanced and saw them, it was very brief. You didn’t want your beloved senator to think you were perverted and dismiss you from ever joining her on a trip again.

She walked behind you and reached up to dip her fingers under your robes. She pulled it back and you allowed the outerwear to slip from your body. She chucked it on a nearby seat before walking around in front of you. She started to reach for the belt on your tunic but your hands grabbed her wrists in protest.

“Please, Senator. You don’t have to.” Your voice was quiet when you spoke, and the look she gave you in return was just as soft.

“I want to.” She said, her voice coated in sweetness as the words dripped off her tongue. You let go of her supple skin and watched as she fiddled with the material until you were free of the clothing to your upper half. She walked around like she did before and pried it from your body, where it joined the other piece of your uniform. You stood before her in the thin clothing that was hidden under your robes. You were, unfortunately, not as naked as you’d like to be, but it was nice to have the heavy costuming gone from your body.

She then snaked her arm under your own and urged you to walk with her. She stopped before a loveseat at the edge of the room, veiled in plush blankets and pillows, and she urged you to sit with her. There was a short table in front that sat a bowl of exotic and vibrant-coloured fruit.

“I should let you borrow one of my many dresses one day. I own far too many, and it is unfair that you must suffer under all those layers.” She joked, and you couldn’t help but smile at her. The sun that drowned the room in its light allowed you to take into appreciation of her appearance. Her skin was smooth and soft, reflecting the warmth of the sunlight, and you always relished in the feeling anytime she took your hand or the way it would brush your face anytime she tucked fallen strands of hair behind your ear. She had taken notice of your staring, and added another comment. “You would look very beautiful in them.” You must have accidentally swallowed caterpillars at some point because they had now decided to blossom into butterflies that danced inside of you at her words.

“I fear Master Windu might not feel quite as passionate as you do, Senator.” You made a soft laugh, and she did the same.

“Please, you needn’t call me that while we’re alone. You know I love it when you say my name.” She requested you. You couldn’t deny her plea when she looked as ravishing as she did.

“I would love to try on your stunning dresses, Padmé.” You told her, and her shoulders relaxed in a quiet sigh. It brought silence thereafter, so she changed the subject and turned her attention to the bowl of assorted fruits on the table. The bowl itself was a golden and ornate dish itself, long and somewhat deep to hold as many diverse off-world fruits as it could fit. Some were round and covered in fuzz, some had spikes, and some had a beautiful gradient colouring. You knew the people of Naboo are adamant about their fruit consumption, so it was no surprise that the former queen had plucked a large ovoid-shaped fruit, its colouring imitated a sunset, and held it in front of you.

“You should try the fruit.” She told you. You really wanted to try the fruit, her fruit more specifically. “It is difficult to import it to Coruscant, so it is best to enjoy the little things while they are here.” Spoken like a true leader. You always found her so fascinating, so inspiring. You loved her Naboo quirks on Coruscant, always craving fruit, the way she cut her food, her fashion taste. To you, she was perfect.

“I would normally cut into this on a platter, but since we’re alone…” It was more of a request for approval, and you gave it to her. You happily do anything for the goddess that sat beside you. She hummed to herself when she brought the fruit to her lips before sinking her teeth into it with grace. She made an odd noise and flinched after she had ripped a chunk of the fruit’s flesh into her mouth. You panicked when she did so, worried that she had hurt herself. She laughed to herself when she removed her full mouth from the fruit, and you could see the bright red liquid seeping from the fruit’s wound and running down her arm.

After the panic had died down, you saw the same red liquid bleeding from between her lips, now rolling down her chin and dripping onto her nice gown. She brought her other, clean hand to her chin and wiped away the forming pigmented droplets. You were too occupied by her soft lips, which were now stained from the juices of her delicacy.

After her little slip up, she focused her attention back on you while she chewed. Empty-handed, and mouth dry from your awe-induced panting from watching her indulge herself. She always made sure you were given the attention that you deserved, and it was something you always appreciated about her. Maybe it was her experience in her roles of ruling and leadership, but she always made sure you had a voice and an equal turn to share. She was never selfish. So, with the fruit pinched between her fingers, she lifted it close to your face.

“You should try the fruit.” She suggested. You never refused her. If she wanted you to kill every senator on Coruscant, you would do it without hesitation. She moved the fruit to your lips, insistent on feeding it to you herself, and you obliged. You opened your mouth, and she fitted the edge of the fruit gently inside your mouth. You sunk your teeth into the soft and fluffy flesh like Padmé had done prior, and bit into the part that intersected with her bite. Padmé had her mouth agape only partly when you took your bite, and she couldn’t detach her gaze from your lips. You felt its juices squirt into your mouth, the entire mound of flesh was drenched in wetness, and like the woman who didn’t expect the attack of liquid before you, you felt the juice begin to leak down your chin. With your Jedi instinct, before Padmé could tear the fruit from your lips, you slurped as much juice from your portion as you could, hopeful it would leave less mess on Padmé’s arms. Not that you minded the mess.

Your mouth now full of supple flesh and its juice, you began to chew. It was so soft in your mouth that you didn’t need to use your teeth, you could just close your jaw and the fruit would willingly compress itself, spitting out even more juice from within the confines of your mouth. You wanted to giggle at the messiness but before you could wipe the remnants away, Padmé was already onto it.

“Here, let me do it for you.” She whispered. She didn’t reach out to wipe the liquid away, instead, she leaned up close to you and her tongue darted around your chin, lapping up the sweet nectar and it slid upwards to your lips. Her mouth hugged yours, the sensation was blissful. It was better than you had ever fantasised. Her lips were so very soft, and the passion was growing at every passing moment you spent with your mouth latched to hers, moving in sync with each other.

Your overwhelming need for her evolved into you pushing your tongue into her mouth. You could taste the sweetness that laced her spit while your tongue danced around inside of her. Your hand reached up to hold the side of her head, and her own hands were preoccupied dragging your other hand past her dress, and you could indulge yourself in feeling every part of her flesh as she guided you to her chest. Your hand splayed out around her breast, and it was as soft as the rest of her skin. She made soft moans into your mouth as you caressed her, which ignited the heat between your legs. You wanted to drink her juices like you did the fruit, and you were just as tempting to her. For so long you had repressed the expression of admiration for Padmé, but now that you were on the serene planet of Naboo, you could finally show her how much you worship your queen.

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imagineyourworld · 4 years ago

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How the Star Wars characters would take care of you when you’re on your period

Gender not specified (only mentioned that reader has periods)

Warnings: Mentions of menstruation (obviously)

Masterlist

Prequel

Anakin Skywalker

Since Anakin grew up with a single mother I believe he’d know quite a bit about periods, but the second your period sets in he starts panicking every single time

Runs to the nearest store to get you any snacks/medicine you might need or want

His top priority is getting you comfortable, so he’d put as many pillows and blankets on the bed/couch as possible

Anakin knows he has his duty as a Jedi, but if you look at him with puppy eyes he would gladly stay with you

The two of you fall asleep cuddling and watching a movie

Obi-Wan Kenobi

This man is organized, he’d probably know your cycle better than you do

Constantly reminds you to take care of yourself when he knows your period is coming soon

Obi-Wan’s conscious of your health and makes sure you eat just as much fruit as chocolate (not that you’re complaining, for some reason he always finds the juiciest fruits)

Makes sure you always have a cup of hot mint tea nearby (seriously, it helps with cramps!)

If he can’t be with you he tries to check how you’re doing as often as possible

Padmé Amidala

Padmé knows that periods can be a pain in the ass, but she also knows that you’re tough and can make it through

That doesn’t mean that she’s not caring! She tries her best to make the most of your time of the month

When you tell her your period has arrived she often surprises you by working from home (if you live together) or anywhere near you for the day

Brings the most high-end snacks with her

Padmé always treats you like royalty, but when you’re on your period even more so. I’m talking expensive face masks, massages and shopping sprees (if your’re up for it)

Original

Luke Skywalker

Luke’s the sweetest! Doesn’t really understand what you’re going through, but tries his best to be understanding

Definitely gets tips from Leia on what to do, but also has a few ideas of his own

Since he grew up on a desert planet the best way to treat you he can think of is a nice warm bath, filled with a bathbomb, flower petals and scented candles

If you don’t feel good Luke will try to make you laugh or smile (laughter is the best medicine after all). Your favourite is when he reenacts arguments between Leia and Han or Han and Chewie, imitating voices and all.

Leia Organa

This queen princess has the perfect plan to help you deal with your period: Distraction

Sometimes it’s helping her to plan the next attack or supply run, sometimes it’s preparing speeches together, sometimes it’s just talking about everything and nothing. The important thing is that you’re not alone.

If you’re in too much pain to do anything Leia makes sure that no one says anything disrespectful. You work hard any other day, so she makes sure you get your well deserved rest when you need it.

When she has time Leia gets somehow manages to get you a hot chocolate and a comfy blanket to go stargazing together. It might be too hot, cold or rainy on whatever planet you’re on, but she makes sure you’re as comfortable as possible.

Han Solo

Han is a smuggler through and through, he always manages to get you a special tea or fancy chocolate. He keeps a box on the Millenium Falcon and gets you something whenever you start your period.

Not the most understanding, but he tries and he’s improving. He’s simply not used to periods after spending most of his time with Chewie.

If you need alone time he’ll let you stay in the Falcon and make sure no one bothers you, but if you want him to be with you he’ll sometimes take you to space, just to fly around and look at new planets from afar.

Sequels

Rey Skywalker

Since Rey grew up on Jakku she never really learned about period cravings, but once she realizes that you crave a certain food (and she is able to give it to you) she’ll make sure you have more snacks than you can eat.

One time she even tried to cook you your favourite comfort meal, but she ended up with a messy kitchen and burned food. Though once you scrapped the burned parts off it actually tasted pretty good.

If you can’t get comfortable Rey would softly sing to you, usually just a few verses of a song she once heard and can’t remember all of, but she also made an effort to learn some of your favourite songs.

Plays with your hair while cuddling.

Finn

The first time you got your period he pretty much freaked out, it’s not like they teach biology to storm troopers. But after Rey or Rose explained the basics he’s much calmer.

Finn constantly asks if you need anything, and even if you decline he’ll show up a few minutes later with a glass of water or your favourite snack. He just wants to make sure you have everything you need.

If you’re in too much pain to leave your room he’ll get you flowers. Sometimes they’re gorgeous exotic flowers, sometimes they die after a few hours because it had been raining too much, but you’re just happy he cares enough to pick any flowers for you, so you treasure them all.

If he has time the two of you would just lie in bed while Finn plays with your hair and you tell each other about your day.

Poe Dameron

One word: Cuddles. Poe believes that there is no better way to make sure you’re comfortable than right next to him with your head on his shoulder and his arms around you.

He’ll tell you the most extravagant stories while cuddling. Sometimes he swears they’re all true, sometimes he makes you guess which parts he only told to make you laugh.

Your day to day life doesn’t often allow for rest, so when you had work to do throughout the day Poe wants to make sure that you’re at least getting a good night’s sleep and massages all the tension from your shoulders before bed.

He searches the entire base for the tea his mother always drank when she had cramps. Turns out Leia keeps a big box of it for anyone who needs it and Poe brews you more cups than you can drink.

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This was actually so fun to write! Though I some characters were more difficult than others I think I did ok.

Let me know what you think and which character you’d want to take care of you when you’re on your period!

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i-write-sometimes-blog · 5 years ago

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Are you an angel? (Padme Amidala x Skywalker!Reader)

Request: Padme x reader where reader is Anakin's sister and is competing with him over her by @boomboomjedi

Words: 2,764

A/N: Reader's older than Anakin, she's the same age as Padme so they kinda get a long slightly better. I hope you like this little thing, was fun to write! Thanks for requesting!

Flashbacks are in italics

When Obi-wan contacted you you were happy to hear a familiar voice after many years of barely know about him and your brother, you were sure Obi-wan was taking good care of Anakin. You were excited to meet them and catch up with your little brother.

Your orders were to wait in the hangars of Coruscant for your brother and the person you would be transporting but the Jedi Master never told you who was that special person you would be escorting and you wished he at least had warned you it was her.

“Y/N?” Padme said surprised to see you waiting outside the big starship. “Is it truly you, Y/N?” she asked with a big smile.

She looked radiant as ever, hadn’t change much since the last time you saw her a few years ago except for the fact that time had only made her even more beautiful. Her soft smile and tender yet penetrating gaze reminded you of the first time you met in a planet with twin suns.

“Boy, get in here! Now!” Watto yelled and a little Anakin ran in from the junkyard. "What took you so long?" He asked in the language of the Hutt.

"I was cleaning the bin" the young boy said in the same language.

"Never mind! Watch the store. I've got some selling to do here" the blue alien commanded. "And where the hell is your sister? Call her" He said and turned to meet his client, a man who needed some parts for his ship.

With a last warning to the gungan the man followed Watto outside the store to the junkyard, leaving the young woman and the gungan with Anakin who sat on the counter, pretending to clean a part but his gaze was glued to the young woman standing a big uncomfortable in the middle of the room.

"Y/N!" Anakin looked behind the counter.

"Give me a moment!" You yelled from the room in the back of the shop where you were fixing some small motors and parts Watto was unable to, he knew you were good with mechanics. You stood up and took a piece of cloth to clean your oil covered hands as you walked towards the front of the shop.

Meanwhile the young Anakin couldn't stop glancing at the girl and then he finally got the courage to speak to her.

“Are you an angel?” your brother asked surprising the lady.

“What?” she said with a bit of surprise.

You were entering to the room but stopped for a moment to hear your little brother speaking.

“An angel.” he continued “I’ve heard the deep space pilots talk about them. They live on the moons of iego, I think.” Anakin explained “They are the most beautiful creatures in the universe. They are good and kind, and so pretty they make even the most hardened spice pirate cry.”

You chuckled taking the last steps to the counter and you stayed behind it next to your brother to finally look at the young woman he was referring as an angel who was a bit silent, certainly not really knowing what to answer to a child like Ani admiring her beauty.

“Anakin!” you interrupted seeing the lady slightly blushed. Your gaze met hers then, she scanned your face, curious to know who you were. You saw kindness on her eyes and when smiled, Maker, you felt like you were melting. If Anakin wasn’t right about calling her an angel, she was the most beautiful creature you had ever seen. You almost freeze for a moment, stunned by her.

“I’ve never heard of angels” she said smiling at you before she returned her eyes back to Ani.

“You must be one.” Ani said “Maybe you just don’t know it.” he added.

“You’re a funny little boy” the girl chuckled.

“You must forgive my little brother” you told her with a gentle smile “He can be a bit mouthy sometimes” Anakin stared at you furious.

“I see that” she said with a bigger smile.

“He’s not really used to see pretty girls such as yourself” you told her and you saw her slightly chuckling, if your brother could make a move over this girl you were going to show him the proper way to flirt.

Padme blushed for a moment before she shook her head and gave you an intense, daring glance. “Now, who’s being mouthy?”

You went silent for a moment, not only was she beautiful but she had such a brave personality.

You hoped she would have stayed around a bit longer, but a man followed by a droid rushed into the store from the junkyard.

“We’re leaving” the man said and the gungar that was playing around with some small droid followed him. Padme doubted for a moment to follow the man.

“I’m glad I met you…” she said looking kindly at you.

“Y/N” you told her.

“Y/N. I’m Padme” she said with a smile and then she turned to your brother “I’m glad to met you too, little boy”

“My name's Anakin” your brother protested only to making Padme chuckle before she turned to leave the shop. “I’m glad I met you too”

You both watched silently how she left.

“I think she likes me”Anakin said breaking the silence and you couldn’t contain yourself from laughing a little too hard.

“And what you know about girls, Ani?” you mocked “You’re nine”

“Shut up! I know she likes me!” he told you. You laughed messing his hair a little, an action you knew he hated.

“Yeah, whatever. Now go finish your work so we can go home” you told him and he immediately jumped off the counter. Once he was gone you kept staring at the door hoping Padme would come back someday.

“I can't believe it’s actually you, Y/N” Padme said as she greeted you with a warm hug, you smelled her rich perfume and enjoyed her closeness.

“It’s so good to see you, Padme” you told her still keeping her close to you. Then you finally let go of her.

“For all the stars! Look at you, Y/N” she said smiling as her eyes traveled up and down your body. “You certainly inherited your mother’s beauty. I’ve really missed you, Y/N” She looked you in the eyes for a moment, you had forgot how much power this woman had over you, with only one gaze she could make the whole world around you disappear.

Anakin cleared his throat audibly, he wanted to remind you his presence there, just like when he was a little child.

“We better get going now” He said “For Padme’s safety” You finally took a look at your little brother, well he was absolutely not little anymore, he looked rather like a man, tall, strong but he still had the same mischief smirk.

“Good to see you too, Ani” you chuckled and he rolled his eyes.

“Where’s the pilot?” he asked.

“I am the pilot, Anakin” you told him “In fact, I own this ship” there was a bit of surprise on his eyes, admiration too but he decided not to show it too much

“Can that thing even fly?” he said looking with an arched brow at your starship.

"You can bet" you told him and turned to Padme gently offering a hand "Welcome aboard the Medusa, m’lady. Please let me show you around" you told her and she giggled as she took your hand it the same polite and classy way she would have done years before when she was monarch. You leaded her inside the ship leaving Anakin with the luggage and R2 beeping by his side.

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“You look more like mom every day” Anakin murmured leaning in the doorway of the cockpit, you watched him for a moment over your shoulder. “Have you seen her?”

“Not in a long time” you told him. “You?” he shook his head.

Pulling some levers the ship went into lightspeed, the you let the control panel to look at your brother. Time had really change him, he looked so professional on his Jedi robes. He analyzed the cockpit for a moment.

“So this is yours?” He said smiling “It’s nice”

“Thanks, I worked a lot to buy it” you told him as you got up pushing some buttons around the place. You stood in front of him before you smiled.

"What you're thinking about?" You asked, his gaze was focused on the distance but met yours to answer.

"Her" he murmured "I just can't stop thinking about her and she didn't even recognize me when she saw me"

"Well, you have changed quite a bit, little brother" you chuckled.

"But she remembered you immediately when she saw you" he said "and it's not fair. I have spent all this years thinking on her, dreaming about her… "

"Longing to see her again, to meet her intense stare and soft smile. To hear her firm voice when she speaks serious matters but warm when she's talking about her people" you murmured unconsciously, it was your heart speaking. "Time had only seem to make her more gorgeous" you said and only then you noticed that your brother was suddenly silent and when you turned to face him he had that mischievous grin.

"So you do like her, Y/N" he grinned. “I thought that for a time but I never thought it was truth”

"No!" You rushed to said feeling your face blushing. "We're just good friends" you lied.

"Good" he smiled "Then I guess it won’t bother you if I make a move" he teased.

"You're becoming a Jedi, Anakin. Love is forbidden isn't it?" He was going to answer you but you cut him off "Good thing I'm not a Jedi." You mocked "Now if you excuse me” you told him already walking out the cockpit “The Senator may be feeling lonely, I’m going to make her some company"

“No, I am going to keep her company” Anakin said “It’s my mission to protect her.”

“It’s my mission to escort her and also this is my ship” you told him. “And again, I’m a good friend of hers, we’re close, Ani” you said with a smirk.

"How close?"

"Close" you told him looking over your shoulder satisfied with the effect of your words on him, he seemed absolutely not happy with you. He followed in silence down the hall to the main room of the ship, he was plotting something you could tell, you knew your brother just too well so you were not surprised when he playfully pushed you, just like the old times in Tatooine when you two used to race.

“It’s that how it’s going to be, huh?” you chuckled and pushed back, rushing down the hall laughing. Anakin hurried to pass you, moving you out off his way when he reached you sending you to the closest wall “Seriously?” you said recovering fast from the small hit.

“Somethings never change, I’m still faster than you” he said slowing down for a moment.

“You’re still a cheater, that’s what you are, Anakin” you told him and rushed again but this time down a different hall, you knew the faster way to the main room, it was your ship after all. “I won!” you yelled just when he was arriving.

“No you didn’t!” he chuckled “I let you win, Y/N”

“No, I won”

“No, you didn’t”

“Yes, I did”

“What are you two doing?” a melodious voice asked surprising you, as a reflex both turned your head to find Padme standing in the other side of the room. She had changed clothes and was now in a delightful new dress.

“Nothing” Anakin and you said at unison making a sweet laugh fell from Padme’s lips.

“You’re such children” she told you.

“I can assure you, I’ve grown up” Anakin declared “I’m a gentleman now, Padme”

“A gentleman who slammed his sister to the wall to win a race” Padme said in serious like she used to do in the Senate “Yes, a gentleman indeed, Ani”

You smiled at Padme and she winked at you while Anakin seemed to be rather embarrassed.

“Captain Y/N, can I talk to you a for a moment” she said still in the serious tone and yet smiling playfully at you.

“I’m at your service, Senator” you gave her the same professional tone and a small bow with the head before you followed her leaving Anakin alone and pissed once again.

Padme was the one to start talking once she was sure your brother wasn’t following you.

“I’m really glad to see you, Y/N” she told you kindly “It’s been a long time since the last time I saw you, how many years had passed?” she told you with a smile as you walked through the ship and stopped in front of a big window.

“Eight years” you murmured.

“It’s a lot to catch up then” she chuckled.

“It certainly is” you chuckled too “After Naboo, life was an odyssey. It’s a bit strange to think we will be there in a few hours, had it changed? I mean, Naboo.”

You caught a nostalgic smile curving her lips.

“Not much, not since you left” she told you. “You could have stayed, you know?”

After the battle in Naboo you hoped to get training like your brother, unfortunately the Jedi council stated you were far too old to join them. You seemed lost for a moment not exactly knowing where to go or what to do now but Padme was kind enough to accept you in her court making you a lady in waiting. You learned manners and formalities at the same time Captain Panaka taught you more about piloting and fighting. It was a good life, calm but monotone, the only thing that was keeping you there was Padme. You got the chance to see her every day, to make her laugh while walking through the palace you would have stayed forever just for her but you left.

“I know, I thought about it but… I belong in the stars, you know me Padme” you told her giving her a wink.

“Always glancing at the stars” she gave you a warm smile “I have to confess” Padme said with a bit of sadness on her tone “I was heartbroken when you left, Y/N” she told you sincerely. She thought for a moment before finally speaking again. “Tell me something, please be honest”

“Anything” you told her.

“Would you have stayed if I had asked you?”

You took her hand and sftly guided it to your lips pressing a soft kiss on her knuckles, a simple way to show her your affection you used to do back when you were her lady in waiting.

“Of course” you murmured “You mean the galaxy to me, Padme. I should have told you a long time ago.” you confessed making a soft pink painted her cheeks as the most marvelous smile lighted her face.

Doubting she leaned close to you, her hazel eyes focused on your lips. Taking all the courage in you you closed the distance pressing a short but pleasant kiss on her delicate lips. She smiled briefly before pulling you into a new kiss forgetting for an instant about the world around you, it was a voice what made you two get back to reality.

"Y/N, where are you?" Anakin's voice rumbled through the ship. "You have to land this thing"

Breaking away Padme and you shared an annoyed glance.

"I'm going to kill him" you joked.

"Same boy from the desert" Padme murmured with a small laugh.

You gave her a loving stare as you keep holding her hand. You felt home again having her on your life after all this time.

"I'm going to land if you don't come here, Y/N" your brother yelled.

"Don't touch my ship, Anakin!" You yelled back making Padme laugh.

"And same lovely girl from the desert too" she told you caressing your cheekbone for a moment. "You should go, he's not my favorite pilot" she said.

"He's going to crash my ship" you agreed.

Reluctantly you left Padme's side to go to the cockpit. Looking over your shoulder you gave her a last smile and a complicit look. Once Anakin said that Padme was an angel, as a pilot you had seen those angels, he was wrong, there was no beauty in the galaxy to compare with hers.

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acersthings · 3 years ago

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Once a Mother, Always a Mother

Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader (Platonic)

Leia and Luke Skywalker (Mother!Reader)

Request: Instead of a Jedi, can she have Scarlet Witch’s powers? She was a friend of Padmé and Anakin fell for her when they first met. They still get together, (y/n) used her powers when she saved some young Jedi from Anakin’s genocide? In the end, she still gives birth to Leia, and Luke then got separated. She faked her and their children’s death so that they would be safe. She’s like Wanda from M.o.M with Obi-wan at her side, she wanted to bring her daughter back to a safe place. When Leia first met (y/n) she could immediately see the resemblance but kept it a secret since she could sense that she shouldn’t know about it. They still were able to save Leia and Luke, (y/n) nearly killed Reva when she thought she harmed Luke.

Request sent by: @oyasumimosura - I hope this is what you wanted!! I made some minor changes but I hope you enjoy it :)

A/N: I actually started crying at the end so grab some tissues.

Warnings: Angst and a little bit of gore (if you squint)

Word Count: > 10k (don't ask)

“Y/n,” Padme cheered, “I’m so glad you could make it.”

The Senator walked over and gave you a quick hug. You hugged back lightly and smiled softly. You and Padme have been good friends for a while. With your unique powers, you’ve always been an outcast. Padme saw this and took you under her wing. She’s always been your best friend and even, a big sister.

“Hey, you called, said you needed help, I’m here.”

She laughed softly and guided you to the sitting area. You arrived here on Coruscant on the count of someone trying to kill Senator Amidala. She was granted protection with Jedis but she wanted you too.

“The Jedi will be here soon,” Padme explained, “I’ll be talking with Captain Typho.”

Padme walked towards the balcony, overviewing the beautiful city of Coruscant. You, on the other hand, took a seat on one of the nearest couches. You watched as the Gungan, Jar Jar Binks, walked out of the room, towards the elevator.

“Obi? Obi! Mesa so smilen to seein yousa!” You heard Jar Jar yell.

You stood, knowing that the Jedi personnel had arrived. You brushed off the robes you were wearing. You wanted to look professional, even if you weren’t at the Jedi level experience. Sure, you’ve been training at the Temple. But, you had different powers than everyone else. You could use a lightsaber and the Force, but you rather would use your…powers.

“Good to see you again, Jar Jar.”

“Senator Padme! Y/n,” Jar Jar walked in with his two Jedi friends, “Mesa palos here! Lookie, lookie, Senator. Desa Jedi arriven.”

Padme turned around, smiling at the now older Jedi. She hasn’t seen them since the droid's attack on Naboo. She was grateful they had accepted to come back to her aid again, even if she didn’t need protection.

You followed her pursuit, standing next to the Senator.

“It’s a great pleasure to see you again, milady,” the bearded Jedi bowed.

“It has been far too long, Master Kenobi,” Padme shook his head.

Padme looked over the Master’s shoulders to be faced with a surprise.

“Ani? My goodness, you’ve grown.”

You looked to where your dearest friend was looking. It had felt as if your breath was sucked out of your body. That…Ani….he was handsome. He seemed too starstruck over Padme to notice you.

“So have you. Grown more beautiful. I mean. Well, f-for a senator, I mean.”

Padme nodded her head and smiled, “Ani, you’ll always be that little boy I knew on Tatooine.”

Ouch, you thought. You knew that would hurt.

Padme turned to look at you, “This is my good friend, Y/n L/n. She has been training at the Temple. She is a wonderful knight.”

The two Jedi turned their attention towards you. You nodded your head at Kenobi and held out your hand.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi. I’ve never heard of you,” the Master added, “who was your Master?”

“I’ve been tossed back and forth,” you explained, shaking his hand.

You held out your hand for the Ani, who was staring at you in awe.

“I’m A-Anakin Skywalker, Master Kenobi’s padawan. As I, have never heard of you and I apologize.”

The Chosen One. You’ve heard stories about the Chosen One and how they would bring balance to the two Forces. You’ve never expected it to be this young, handsome, Padawan.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you,” you smirked, “Anakin.”

You two shared eye contact for a moment and you both knew that this is where the fun would begin.

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"And you're sure you'll be safe?" You were worried about Padme going back to Naboo. Sure, Anakin and Captain Typho's crew will be there with her. But, after the bounty hunter almost killed her with estranged worms, you never knew what could happen.

"Yes, Y/n, everything will be alright. I'll be safe while you are with the Jedis. Must I say," Padme looked behind you, "Anakin seems very fond of you."

You turned around to see the Padawan, staring right at you. You gave him a small wave and smiled. He realized he was staring at you and looked at his Master.

"Fond of me? You broke that poor boy's heart when you greeted him and said that 'he'll always be the same boy you met on Tatooine," you laughed.

Padme shared a laugh as well, "Why don't you come with us?"

You pondered on the suggestion. If you went, you could become a closer acquaintance with Anakin. Master Kenobi would be alone, though. You felt bad, for leaving him alone, but you knew he could handle himself.

"What about Master Kenobi?"

"I've already talked to him about it. He said it was okay with him and that you would be the one to keep his Padawan aligned."

You nodded and allowed her to step on the transport. You walked towards Anakin and told him the slight changes. You helped him with Padme's luggage, grabbing onto a small suitcase.

"Knight Y/n, I-"

"Please, just call me Y/n," you looked up at Anakin, smiling.

"Of course, Y/n, but I want to know your story."

You titled your head in confusion, "What about my story?"

You two began walking towards the Senator, who was waiting in the transport.

"Why is it that you've been trained at the Temple, but I've never seen you? When did you come to be a Jedi Knight?"

You shrugged, "It's more complicated than that and it's a very long story."

"Well," Anakin held out his hand for you while getting on the transport, "we have all the time. I'd love to hear it. I-I mean, only if you want to. That's your business and I don't want to-"

"Anakin!" You laughed, interfering with his rambling, "I'd love to share it with you. We have a couple of days to get to know each other."

"Yes," he lowered his head in embarrassment, "of course."

He couldn't help his rambling. His mouth always moved first, while his mind was trailing behind.

"Hey," you noticed his embarrassment, "it's okay. I ramble sometimes too. It's like my mouth-"

"Moves first, right? Then, your brain is a second behind."

You turned your head and faced him, "Yeah, exactly."

The two of you shared a moment of comfort, but then remembered about the Senator. You began walking towards her again, while she smiled sweetly at the two of you. She could tell there would be something between the two of you and she couldn't help but be supportive of you.

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"Goodnight," you brushed your hair off your shoulder, "Padme. I'll be down the hall if anything seems to be a problem."

She nodded, "Don't have too much fun."

You scoffed and shook your head. Leaving the Senator's room, you walked down the Villa's hallway. It was a very beautiful building with delicate architecture. It was accompanied by a lakeside. You walked outside to the terrace. It overviewed the lake. Resting your elbows on the stone railing, you gazed at the stars.

"May I join you?"

Anakin's voice filled the void and you wave your arm towards you, "Of course."

Anakin slowly walked towards you. You quickly glanced over at him. He was in his robes, with no shirt on, and his long brown locks were sticking to his forehead.

"Are you okay?" You asked.

"Hm?" He hummed sleepily, "Oh, yeah. Just bad nightmares."

You nodded your head, understanding what it felt like.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Anakin looked down at you and then back to the view of the lake, "I'd rather not."

You looked back at the stars. You wish you could look at every single one, but you know there are so many more out there. The stars were like stories. Each one had a different story to tell. You loved to gaze upon them. "They're beautiful," you said out loud, in awe.

"Yeah," Anakin agreed, "they are."

What you didn't realize was that Anakin wasn't gazing at the stars. His half-lidded stare was directed towards you. He loved seeing your eyes fill up in awe and your excitement when a star twinkled.

You looked down at your hands and picked at your fingernails, "My connection with the Force, it's one that I can't explain."

"How so?"

You sighed and lifted your palm. A dark red filled your hand. You've never shown anyone this, except for Padme and your Master. You threaded the mystical red around your fingers. You rested your hand back down and looked at Anakin. He was shocked. But, he was awed as well.

"When I was receiving my lightsaber, I needed to connect to a Kyber crystal. I did, and well," you paused, "it turned red. Something that only happens with a Dark Force user. I had and have no intentions of the Dark Side. Alas, the crystal didn't connect to my saber. It connected fully to me. My Master, well, he was shocked. He had never seen anything like it."

"Who's your Master?" Anakin had so many questions but decided to start small.

"Yoda. He kept me a secret, afraid of what the council would think."

You bowed your head in shame, "I've always been shameful of it. I've always been different from the rest. I don't have a lightsaber. I don't have the Force connection as everyone else does. Padme and Master Yoda have been the only people not to be afraid of my powers."

Anakin allowed his thumb to grip your chin, making you look up at him.

"Well, you can add another person to that list. I think...it's really beautiful, Y/n. You shouldn't be ashamed. That's one of the coolest things I have ever kriffing seen!"

You laughed, tearing up. Anakin took notice of this and wrapped his arms around you.

"Did I say something?"

"No," you fell right into his arms, "you said everything perfectly right. I've just never had someone so accepting in my life."

Anakin rested his chin on your head, feeling as if you were the one comforting him from his nightmares.

You fell right into his warmth, feeling a comfort you've never had before. You stayed, wrapped in his arms until he let go.

"You better head to bed," Anakin kept his hands on your shoulders, "I'll be up, watching the Senator."

You raised your hand to rest upon his cheek, "May I try something? It won't hurt. It's for the nightmares."

Anakin hesitated at first but slowly nodded. He leaned into your touch. You lifted your other hand, floating it next to his temple. With the wave of your hand, you slowly let your power connect with his mind. You closed your eyes and saw all the nightmares. Ones about his mom. Ones about the Dark Side. Ones about failing his Master.

Opening your eyes back up, you saw the look of relaxation on Anakin's face. He slowly connected his eyes with your eyes. You let your hand fall on his chest. He let out a shaky breath while leaning forward. You follow his pursuit, leaning in. You met halfway, eyes closed, letting his soft lips connect with yours.

The kiss felt like a missing puzzle piece that's been hiding under a table. The relief to have found the piece flooded your body. You've never felt so alive before.

You slowly let go of the kiss, your eyes still closed. Anakin was smiling. He felt the same way. He felt your power seep throughout his mind, finding all the dark. You filled his mind with light. Something he has been needing for so long.

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Covering your face with a piece of cloth, you blocked off the blowing sand. Anakin's nightmares have been getting worse. The ones you tried to ease just kept coming back. Anakin cried in your arms. The nightmares felt real, and he couldn't rest.

Padme had allowed the two of you to go to Anakin's home planet, Tatooine, to see if his mother was alright. Your heart ached for Anakin.

You walked towards the small dwelling, to be greeted by a droid.

"Oh, uh! Hello! How might I be of service? I am C-"

"3PO?" Anakin finished the droid's sentence.

"Oh, the maker! Oh, Master Ani! I knew you would return. I knew it!" C-3PO looked your way, "I don't believe we have met!"

"I am Y/n L/n. I'm a Jedi Knight, and I-

"She's my partner," Anakin squinted his eyes at 3PO.

"It's lovely to meet your partner, Y/n. Bless my circuits! I'm so pleased to see you again, Anakin."

"I've come to see my mother," Anakin explained.

"Oh. Um, I think perhaps we'd better go indoors," C-3PO guided you to the front door. He walked down the stairs and greeted, "Master Owen, might I present two most important visitors."

"I'm Anakin Skywalker."

The man introduced, "Owen Lars. Uh, this is my girlfriend, Beru."

"Hello," Beru nodded.

"I'm Y/n L/n. Anakin's partner," you smiled at the title. It was much better, and preferred, than Jedi Knight.

"I guess I'm your stepbrother. I had a feeling you might show up someday."

Anakin backed up and looked around, "Is my mother here?"

"No, she's not," a new voice sounded and a man in a wheelchair appeared, "Cliegg Lars. Shmi is my wife."

Anakin shook his hand.

"We should go inside. We have a lot to talk about."

You, Beru, Owen, and Anakin followed Cliegg into a small dining room. Beru fetched a pitcher of tea, while the rest of you sat down.

"It was just before dawn. They came out of nowhere. A hunting party of Tusken Raiders. Your mother had gone out early, like she always did, to pick mushrooms that grow on the vaporators. From the tracks, she was about halfway home when they took her, " Cliegg sighed.

You watched as Anakin looked down. You rested your hand on his knee, getting no reaction from him.

"Those Tuskens walk like men, but they're vicious, mindless monsters. Thirty of us went out after her. Four of us come back. I'd be out there with them, but after I lost my leg, I just couldn't ride anymore un-until I heal."

Anakin nodded, while still looking down. You knew he was trying to be strong, but you also knew that he was a human too. He was trying to hide his emotions. All you wanted to do was say, "It's okay," but you didn't even know that it was going to be.

"I don't want to give up on her, but she's been gone a month. There's little hope she's lasted this long."

Anakin stood abruptly, swallowing his tears.

"Where are you going?" Owen asked.

"To find my mother," the Padawan answered coldly.

"Your mother's dead, son. Accept it," Cliegg argued.

Anakin walked out of the room, needing to catch some air. He knew his mother was still alive. She had to be. If she wasn't, why was he still getting nightmares?

You followed him, thanking the Lars family, and walked outside. He was wrapped in his dark cloak, staring at the two suns. He felt your presence and turned around. You stopped in front of him.

"You're gonna have to stay here. These are good people, Y/n. You'll be safe," he suggested.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him fall into your comfort, "Anakin."

He wrapped his long arms around your torso. His cloak fell around you and breathed in his comforting scent.

"I'm coming with you, I can help."

Anakin backed out of the hug and sighed, "I don't want you getting hurt."

"I can take care of myself."

His shoulders fell in defeat and lead you to his speeder. You sat on the back, wrapping your arms around the young Skywalker. He started the speeder up and you were off to find Shmi Skywalker.

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Anakin wanted you to stay back to keep watch. So you could warn him. You kept watching the tent he had entered. Suddenly, you felt your heart shatter. Oh no, you thought. You felt Anakin's heartbreak from across the land. But, then you felt anger. Revenge. Pain. Suffering. Death.

You watched as Anakin killed the two Tuskens, while the others surrounded him. You saw a look in his eyes that terrified you. It was an anger that you have never seen in somebody before. You used your powers to float down, helping Anakin to stop.

"Anakin!" You shouted, allowing some Raiders to pay attention to you.

You quickly sent them all into a daze with your power, letting them be stuck in their own mind. You ran towards Anakin, who was breathing heavily. He had just slain the last standing Raider. The thing that scared you was that he had no remorse.

"Anakin," you breathed, resting your hand upon your shoulder.

His head snapped towards you. His eyes were dark with rage. They softened when he saw you and your warm eyes. He diminished his lightsaber and looked around. His mouth dropped in shock.

"I-I don't, I killed them, my mom-"

You waved your hand, letting your powers calm him down before he had a panic attack. He broke, letting the tears he has been holding back for a while fall. He fell into your arms, clutching onto you for dear life. You didn't say anything. You let him sob and sob. He knew he had to protect you. He couldn't lose you. You were the only love he had left.

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It had been revealed that Viceroy Gunray was the one behind the assassination attempts on the Senator and that Count Dooku was the one leading this all.

The Battle of Genosis was still going on. You and Anakin had arrived but got captured, trying to save Master Kenobi. You fought with a blaster, knowing you could do so much more. Your Master arrived, saving the Jedi from the arena. The three of you were on a jet, racing out of the arena.

The clones had joined the Jedi in the battle, making it impossible for the Separatists to fight back.

"Look over there," Obi-Wan pointed out. There were three escape speeders trying to, well, escape.

"It's Dooku, shoot him down!" Anakin commanded.

"We're out of rocket fuel," the pilot informed.

"Follow him!"

"We're gonna need some help!" You shouted over the winds and blaster shots.

"There isn't time! Anakin and I can handle this!" Obi-Wan answered.

"No," Anakin argued, "she comes with me. She can help us, she's a talented Jedi knight. She can-"

All of a sudden, the transport you were on got shot, throwing you off the transport. You felt on a sand hill, rolling down. You groaned in pain, stopping yourself from rolling.

"Y/N!" You heard Anakin yell.

You watched as he got farther and farther until he was out of your sight. You rested on your elbows. Kriffing great, you thought. You were stuck in the middle of the desert. You couldn't help but think that Anakin was getting hurt right now. You surpassed the pain in your back and used your powers, making sure no one saw you, traveling the way Anakin's transport went.

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You arrived at the transport only to see Obi-Wan on the floor while Anakin dueled with Count Dooku. You hid behind a pillar while Anakin fought.

You watched as they battled in the dark. You started getting worried for Anakin, as he broke his lightsaber, using his Master's. You looked for any possible option of a weapon, but you couldn't find one.

You felt a burn in your arm, confused that you didn't get shot at. You looked at Anakin, to his right arm severed from his body. He passed out from the sudden pain. You felt the rage take over. The anger. You allowed yourself to be seen by Obi-Wan.

"Y/n! Get out of here!"

Count Dooku turned around to face you.

"Who dares to challenge me?"

"Me," you raised off the ground, your power surrounding you, flowing through your veins, "you snarking son of a bitch."

You used all your might to rip off rocks from the wall, machinery, anything to throw at Dooku. Dooku was caught by surprise, allowing him to fall back in pain. He quickly got off, throwing his electric powers at you. You used your powers to deflect it back to him, resting your feet on the ground. Your eyes glowed a bright red as you began throwing the power at him. He tried throwing the same things you threw, only to be stopped with your other hand.

He quickly swung his red lightsaber at you, hitting you in the arm. You groaned in pain, looking down at your arm. You looked back slowly at Count Dooku. He was astounded. He had never seen anything like you before.

"Who is your Master?" He asked, very curious.

You didn't answer as anger filled your veins. Using your power, you lifted him into the air. He screamed in pain as your power slowly started to rip him apart.

"Y/n! No!"

Your head turned to the sound of your Master's voice. You quickly looked back at Dooku, letting him fall to the ground harshly.

Count Dooku groaned in pain as you stood there, breathing heavily. Your eyes still shining their bright red. You hadn't calmed down from your high yet. You haven't used your powers that heavily before. Blinking, you calmed down, but only a little amount. You couldn't catch your breath and you fell to the ground. Your body was exhausted and you fell into a deep sleep.

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Waking up, your vision was blurred. You checked your surroundings and saw that you were in the medbay at the Temple. You breathed in deeply and groaned. You were in pain. Your back felt like an Eeopie had stepped on it, and your head was pounding. You felt something holding your hand. Looking down, you saw a sleeping Anakin. You looked at his right arm to see a robotic hand there. If he had already been fixed, how long have you been out for?

"Anakin," your voice was hoarse and your throat was dry.

Anakin woke up quickly, looking at you. He knew what you wanted without you even asking him. He grabbed you a small plastic cup of water and you drank it with no hesitation.

"Oh my stars," Anakin brushed your hair with his hand, "I was so scared you weren't going to wake up."

"How long have I been out for?" You asked, scared to hear the answer.

"A couple of weeks."

You sighed in defeat. It wasn't a perfect amount of time, but it wasn't the worst.

"How's your arm?"

Anakin chuckled, showing it to you, "I'm getting used to it. It feels really weird."

You smiled, glad to see him laughing.

"Did Count Dooku escape?"

"Yeah, Master Yoda fought him when you passed out."

You gasped, "Oh stars above. Master Yoda, he-"

"He was concerned for you. He didn't like seeing you use your powers like that, for sure, but he was more concerned for your well-being. He talked with Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan knows to keep it a secret. The only thing is is that-"

"Dooku knows," you finished your sentence for him.

He saw the worry flash through your eyes.

"Don't worry," he kissed your knuckles, "no one is going to hurt you under my watch. I'll protect you, just like you did for me."

"You saw me? At the transport?"

"I was up for the last of it. I saw your eyes."

"Are you scared?" You looked anywhere but his face.

"Of course not," Anakin gushed, "your powers don't make you, you. It's your personality. I fell for you before I even knew about your powers."

Anakin realized what he said and started blushing, "Ah-I mean-"

"Y/n!"

Padme's voice alerted you to look at the door.

"Padme!"

She came running through the door, careful to give you a light hug. Anakin stood up and backed up, allowing Padme to have her talk with you.

"I'm so glad you're okay!"

"Yeah, me too," you joked, smiling at the Senator, "I'm sorry we couldn't capture Count Dooku. I tried my best."

"Y/n, they told me what happened. You overworked yourself to save Master Kenobi and Anakin. I'm just glad to see you okay."

You and her talked for a little longer but she retired so she could talk with Chancellor.

"Have you gotten any sleep?" You asked Anakin, noticing the bags under his eyes. He took his spot back, sitting next to you.

"The first time was before you woke up."

"Ani!"

"I wanted to make sure you were okay."

You smiled at his stubbornness.

"Does Master Obi-Wan and Master Yoda know about us?" You asked quietly.

"No," Anakin stated, "but I'm pretty sure my Master has his suspicions."

You looked out the window to be faced with the beautiful Coruscant.

"Speaking of us," you turned your head towards Anakin, who seemed nervous, "I was wondering something."

"What's wrong?" You grabbed his hand and held it in yours.

"I want to protect you. I want to do you right. I want to be able to wake up with you beside me. No matter the consequences with the Council. Maker, I would leave the Order for you. When I first met you, I knew that you were going to be my partner. The one person I could trust and find comfort in. With that being said," his tired eyes looked into your teary-eyed eyes, "would you do me the honor of becoming Y/n Skywalker?"

You gasped in excitement and cheered, "Yes! Of course!"

You leaned up, the best you could, and hugged your newly-to-be husband. The tears were flowing from the both of you and you couldn't be happier to spend the rest of your life with Anakin, the boy who changed your life.

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The ceremony you held was small. The marriage officiant, Padme, and the two of you. You and Anakin had decided to tell Padme since the wedding was held on the terrace of the Villa you had stayed in many moons ago. The terrace where you and Anakin had your first kiss at. You were flooded with emotions on your wedding day and you couldn't be more relieved to spend it with your one true love, Anakin.

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It's been three years since you and Anakin had gotten married. The two of you stayed together during the Clone Wars. He was so happy when the war finally calmed down and he could return home to you. The two of you have kept your relationship a secret, it was only Padme who knew. You continued your study at the Temple, under your Master Yoda. You learned how to do more talents with your power and you learned how to control them.

Anakin had just returned home from rescuing the kidnapped Chancellor. You waited behind a pillar as you watched him and Obi-Wan discuss. You could have sworn you saw Obi-Wan's eyes flicker towards you but you decided to ignore it. Anakin began walking with Bail Organa until he saw you.

He excused himself and ran to you, picking you up and spinning you.

"Oh, Ani," you sighed, "I'm so happy to see you're okay."

"I've missed you, Y/n," Anakin smiled.

"There were rumors that you were killed and I-"

"I'm all right," he rested a hand on the back of your neck, "It feels like we've been apart for a lifetime. And it might have been, if the chancellor hadn't been kidnapped, I don't think they would have ever brought us back from the outer rim sieges."

He bowed his head to kiss you and you happily answered by kissing him back.

"I'm tired of all this deception. I don't care if they know we're married."

"Me too, Anakin," you hugged him again, "me too."

You started shaking in fear and excitement. How were you going to tell him?

"Are you alright? You're shaking," Anakin pulled out of the hug and looked down at you.

"Anakin," you looked down, "I'm pregnant."

Anakin breathed out in excitement, "Wow, that's-that's wonderful."

You smiled slightly, "What are we going to do?"

"We're not going to worry about anything right now. All right? This is a happy moment. The happiest moment of my life."

The two of you shared a kiss and hugged. Your life had finally felt complete, knowing that Anakin was excited to start a family. You were head over heels for him and would do anything for him and the baby.

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You were walking peacefully down the hallway. You were looking for Anakin to see if he had returned. Turning your head, you heard blaster shots going off. You walked briskly through the hall and met with a sight that you couldn't watch. You saw the clones killing the Jedi. Covering your mouth, you ran as fast as you could towards your room. The smell of charred flesh and your pregnant stomach were not mixing well together. You slowly passed a youngling learning room and walked in. The younglings were laying on the floor, with no movement.

You started crying at the sight. You saw that they were slashed with lightsaber burns. What monster could have done this?

You heard shuffling to your left and you looked to see a clone about to shoot a small girl youngling.

Using your powers, you pushed the clone back. Throwing your power at him, he was knocked out. You ran over to check on the youngling. "Are you okay?" You asked, kneeling before her.

"Master Skywalker," the youngling explained to you what had happened. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. All this time, it was your husband that was doing this crime.

The youngling was scared, you could tell. Resting a hand on her small shoulder, you comforted him, "Be strong, young one. Trust in the Force. The escape pods are open, I can see them down the hall. Run there and go anywhere. Anywhere but here."

The youngling nodded, "What about you?"

"I'll be okay here. Don't worry about me. May the Force be with you," you nodded your head at the shaking youngling. You made sure she made it to the pod. She gave you a small wave and you smiled, with tears flowing down your eyes.

You hid until you heard nothing left. That's what scared you. You quietly made your way back to your room. You could have sworn you saw Anakin but didn't want to approach him. You closed the door when you heard footsteps approaching. You quickly pressed your back against the door and covered your mouth.

"There is no one here, Lord Vader," a clone spoke.

You listened closely, "Alright. Continuing checking, then we can leave."

You heard the footsteps quietly go farther. You let out a shaky breath and cried.

"Y/n."

You stopped. He knew you were in here.

"Please," his voice sounded like he wanted to burst out in tears, "let me in. I can feel you."

You didn't answer back. You slowly slid down on the floor and started crying again.

"You weren't meant to see th-" he cut himself off, not wanting to bring it up, "I love you. I did this for you. I can protect you with my new powers. We can live a happy life with our baby. If you can understand, please meet me on Mustafar. I'll be waiting."

You heard him walk away, as you sat there crying.

You couldn't help but think that this was your fault. Had you done something to make him turn to the Dark Side? Your thoughts went to Padme. You hadn't seen her in a while and you doubted she survived. You assumed she was dead and that made you cry even harder.

You were torn.

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Resting in your corridor, you heard a knock at the door. Holding your, now, bigger belly, you walked to the door to be greeted by Obi-Wan.

"Master Obi-Wan. What can I do for you?"

Obi-Wan spoke quietly, "May I come in?"

You heard a hint of worry and unsettlement in his voice but decided not to question it.

"Of course," you moved to the side so he could walk in.

"When was the last time you saw Anakin?"

"Yesterday," you walked back towards the couch and sat down slowly. You weren't lying. The last time you did physically see him was before he left. Obi-Wan walked behind you and sat opposite you.

"And do you know where he is now?"

"No," you answered quickly. You did know. But, he trusted you. You couldn't help but feel guilty, for lying to Obi-Wan.

"Y/n, I need your help. He is in grave danger," Obi-Wan begged.

"From who?" You gasped, looking straight at Obi-Wan.

"From himself."

Obi-Wan couldn't maintain eye contact with you so something was up and you could sense it in the air. You knew exactly what he was going to say.

"Y/n," Obi-Wan took your hand and held it, "Anakin has turned to the Dark Side."

You sighed, grasping onto Obi-Wan's hand, "I know."

This was now or never. You were going to tell Obi-Wan the truth. About everything. You couldn't hold back anymore.

Obi-Wan's head turned in confusion as he moved to sit next to you. You told him everything. Your relationship, the marriage, the babies, the incident yesterday.

"And," you started crying, "I can't help but feel like this is all my fault. If I talked to him, maybe I could have stopped him. If he talked to me."

Obi-Wan looked away, trying to obtain this new information.

"He was deceived by a lie. We all were. It appears that the chancellor is behind everything, including the war," Obi-Wan looked back at you, "Palpatine is the Sith Lord we've been looking for. After the death of Count Dooku, Anakin became his new apprentice."

You blinked tears away and you turned your head away, "Are you upset for us lying to you?"

Obi-Wan grabbed your hand again and slightly smiled, "I've known for a long time, Y/n. I could sense there was someone with my Padawan. I knew it was you. He cared for you. I'm sorry you have to be going through this. I understand why the two of you lied."

"Thank you," you hugged Obi-Wan. He was the only person you could talk to right now.

"I need to know where he is," Obi-Wan whispered, looking at you.

You let go of the hug to look at Obi-Wan, "You're going to kill him, aren't you?"

"He has become a very dangerous threat."

You shook your head, "I can't."

Obi-Wan's stare lingered for a while but he stood up, walking towards the landing pad.

"Are you sure you don't know?"

You looked down at your glowing red hands. Tell him, your thoughts were yelling at you. You couldn't. But, the younglings he had slaughtered. You couldn't help but think about the negatives.

"I'm so sorry," Obi-Wan walked off to the Jet but you stopped him. "Obi-Wan!"

He turned around to see you running towards him.

Crying, you admitted, "He is at Mustafar. But, promise me you won't kill him."

Obi-Wan looked down at you and couldn't help but tear up. You were going to be all alone if Anakin was killed.

"I can't promise you anything. I dearly wish I could, Y/n. I promise you that if anything happens," Obi-Wan kissed your forehead to comfort you, "we will keep your baby safe."

You stood there as you watched Obi-Wan fly off.

"Please, come back to me," you whispered, hoping that Anakin could hear you.

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The contraction pains that were rushing through your stomach were terrible. You were transported by Captain Typho to a safe medbay to give birth. You saw your Master and Bail Organa waiting at the medbay. They helped you get escorted to a private room so they could scan and see if the baby was ready to come out.

Laying down in the metal cot, you groaned in pain as you felt the baby pushing to be let out. You turned your head and saw a burnt-out Obi-Wan talking to a medical droid and the two men who were already here.

The only thought you had in your head was, where's Anakin?

"Miss Skywalker," the droid walked in, "you are ready to give birth. Obi-Wan has agreed to accompany you during the birth."

You made eye contact with Obi-Wan and saw the broken look in his eyes. He made his way next to you and held your frail hand.

"Where is he?" You asked, sternly.

"Y/n, he-"

You screamed out in pain as the baby was starting to come out. You grasped tightly onto Obi-Wan, who brushed the hair off your forehead.

You screamed and screamed until the baby came out. You were breathing heavily, tearing up as you saw the crying baby being held in the nurse's arms.

"It's a boy."

Obi-Wan held the small, crying child in his hands, looking at you sweetly.

"Oh, Luke," you brushed Luke's cheek with your finger and smiled.

Suddenly, you felt another baby start to come out. Crying out in pain, you grasped Obi-Wan's arm again. You were confused but excited that you were having twins.

"It's a girl."

You held the baby girl in your arms and smiled, "Leia."

The nurse gave them small blankets to cover up their small bodies.

You let Obi-Wan take the babies out of your arms, the tiredness getting to you.

"Where is he?" You breathed out.

Obi-Wan's blue eyes connected with your stressed ones and you knew exactly what had happened.

"I tried to help him. I failed him, Y/n. I'm sorry."

You silently turned your head to face the ceiling. Your whole body was numb with heartbreak. You knew that Anakin dying had a chance of happening. You just couldn't believe it actually did happen. Your lover, husband, soulmate. He was gone. You closed your eyes as the tears trickled down your cheeks. Obi-Wan let you rest, carrying the babies to rest in their cots.

Before Obi-Wan stepped out, you stopped him.

"I can't take care of the babies alone. With Anakin gone," you cried, "they need to be separated. Away from the Sith. I'll fake my death and go into hiding. We can fake their deaths as well. They can be safe without me."

Obi-Wan nodded, "That's a brave choice. I admire it. But, where shall they go?"

Bail Organa stepped into the conversation, "I'll take the girl. My wife and I always dreamed of adopting a baby girl. She can be safe with us on Alderaan."

You looked at Leia. Her peaceful sleeping. Looking at Luke, you smiled. You could already tell he would be just like his father.

"What about Luke?" You asked, turning your head towards Obi-Wan.

"I'll take him to his family in Tatooine and watch over him. Master Yoda and I already talked about it," he ran a hand over his face.

You hummed in agreement, too exhausted to answer. You let the sleepiness take over and you rested.

Soon, the nightmares that were once fixed, would return. But this time, much worse.

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"I'm looking for a ship. I was tracking its signature," the much older Obi-Wan, who now goes by Ben, asked a bystander.

It has been a couple of years since the downfall of Order 66. You had joined Ben on Tatooine, feeling safer with another person around. The two of you had gotten much closer and he was like your brother.

The two of you had just arrived on Daiyu, trying to find Leia, your daughter. She was 10 years old now. Bail Organa had contacted Ben, informing him that Leia had been captured. As soon as you heard that, you knew you had one mission.

To find your daughter. No matter who or what you had to hurt.

"You're in Daiyu now. All signals in or out are blocked. People like their secrets out here," the bystander explained, walking off.

Ben shrugged at you, walking towards the city. You pulled the cloak hood over your head as you followed the ex-Jedi Master.

Ben was looking at a Clone Veteran while you traversed into your own world. You looked at the environment in Daiyu. It was a very bright, but chaotic planet. You could never imagine someone living here.

"Alright, clear the path," you heard. You didn't look behind your shoulder, knowing that it was Stormtroopers. Knowing they were here meant that some precious cargo was here. To them, Leia was only praise. Praise so they could get a promotion.

"You want some spice?" A young girl came up to you.

"I got Kessel pure, glitterstim, and Felucian. What do you need?"

Your eyes flashed red, "I need information. I'm looking for my daughter. She was taken, and she's on this planet."

The girl scoffed, "Well if she's here, you're never gonna see her again. Nobody leaves this place. I was someone's daughter once, too."

You glared at the girl, your hands shaking with rage. They were flooded with a powerful red while your eyes shared that red.

"Listen, I-"

"Please do excuse my sister," Ben pulled your hand into his, trying to calm you down, "she does miss her daughter."

"Here," the girl dropped a small canister in Ben's pocket," this one is free."

The girl looked at you, "Couple more of those and you'll forget she ever existed."

Breathing heavily, you titled your head in anger.

"Y/n," the accented voice went in one ear and through the other.

"We need to find her," you snarled, "now."

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"Hey," a lab worker followed you and Ben into the hallway. You stopped with Obi-Wan as the worker approached you.

"What are you doing back here?" The worker stood in front of you.

"Oh, it seems we have lost our-"

Ben wasn't able to finish his sentence, as you used your power, shooting at the one worker. He got pushed back into a wall, knocking him out cold. Using your power, you surrounded the other worker.

"Where's the girl?" You whispered, pulling the worker to be faced in front of you.

The worker didn't respond.

"We can do this the easy way," you started pulling the man apart, "or the hard way."

"I-It doesn't matter! I'm dead anyway!"

You laughed, as your eyes glowed a dark red, "Just remember, this was me being reasonable."

You wrapped a leg of red around the worker's neck, making him lose air.

"Y/n! Stop!"

You ignored Ben's pleas as you watched the man lose his breath slowly. The man made pleading eye contact with you and whispered where Leia was. You dropped the man on the floor.

"Th-thank you! I-"

The man's body dropped as you snapped his neck.

"Really?" Ben's judging voice startled you, as you forgot where you were.

"Don't act like you weren't about to knock him out."

"Knock him out," he whisper-yelled, "not kill him! For the sake of the stars, you must learn how to control your anger."

You rolled your eyes and you quietly walked towards the cell Leia was held at. Ben stood in front, checking his surroundings.

Ben opened the door to the cell. There was a small body covered in a sheet.

"Leia," you breathed, walking briskly. You uncovered her, to be faced with a dummy.

You gasped when a strong pair of arms slammed you against the metal wall.

A man walked in, facing Ben first. Two creatures held Ben while two held you.

"I didn't know that Jedi could bleed."

While the man did his villainous dialogue, you closed your eyes and focused on the minds next to you. Invading their head, you leaned in and whispered, "Sleep."

The one guard had done what you asked, slumping against the wall. The other guard looked confused. He didn't know what had just happened. He looked at you and he saw that you didn't do anything. Your astral body image floated behind him, warning him, "Run."

The man yelled in fear and darted out of the room. The three that were left faced their attention to you.

"Well, everybody bleeds," Ben smashed the canister he got earlier on the floor, grabbing you, and pushing you out of the room. He closed the door while the fumes closed in on the guards.

"What did you do to that guard?" Obi-Wan pulled his mask down.

"Just gave him a little scare," you smirked.

Ben nodded at you, not wanting to know what that meant.

"Stop," you held out your hand to a cell door, "she's in this one. I can feel her."

Ben stepped towards the door and opened it. You walked in first, not seeing Leia. Suddenly, a small girl ran at you, kicking you in the leg. She tried running away but Ben grabbed her.

"Let go of me!" She yelled.

"Wait!"

"Let go!"

Ben put her back down on the floor and backed up. Your eyes started tearing up. This was your daughter. Your Leia Skywalker.

"Who are you?" She defensively asked.

"Y-Your father sent us. We are here to help you," Obi-Wan had his attention on you, to see how you were holding up.

"Where's the army?"

You kneeled to her level and breathed, "I promise you, Leia, we will get you out of here. We will get you home. You have to trust m-us."

You shakily cried as her brown orbs looked at you. She was a spitting image of you.

Leia looked at you, noticing how she looked so much like you. She decided not to say anything, dealing with the mess of the problem already.

"Come," you held out your hand, "we are gonna get you out of here."

Her small hand grabbed onto yours and you almost broke down. Here you are with your daughter, ten years later, and she had no memory of you. You and Ben led her out of the room. Ben noticed your state and placed a hand on your shoulder. You smiled at him.

Only if you knew that Leia did have a small memory of you. The forehead kiss when you had just named her. Leia held onto it like it was going to slip away.

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Anakin was alive. Leia hadn't figured it out yet, that you were her mother. Reva had been a youngling during Order 66. Tala had sacrificed herself. And now, here Ben was going to face Anakin alone.

"Are you serious?" You yelled at him, on a private part of the ship.

"I have to, Y/n. I need to see him for myself. I need to face him, alone."

"I need to see him too! He was my husband, Ben, he was my best friend."

"He doesn't know that you are alive. It's best to keep it that way. It will keep you safe. Leia safe. Even Luke safe."

Your eyes glowed red as you stepped into Ben's face, "Don't you dare bring up my children. It is not their fault."

Ben saw the hurt in your eyes and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

"I need to see him, please, I need closure," you didn't mean for it to come out as a beg, but it did.

"Stay here with Leia. She needs you."

You sighed and let go of the hug, "Be safe, Ben. Please. I can't lose anyone anymore."

He smiled softly, "May the Force be with you, Y/n."

"May the Force be with you, Ben."

He walked off to the dropship and waved goodbye.

"Are you okay?" Leia walked behind you.

You wiped off the stained tears, "Yes, I'll be okay."

Leia sighed, knowing it was time to bring it up, "Are you my mother?"

You sighed in defeat, turning around. You faced her and saw that she had your old blaster holster wrapped around her. You knelt as she walked towards you.

"Where did you get this?" You picked up the holster in your hand, smiling at the memories.

"Ben gave it to me before he left to talk to you. He said it was my mother's and judging by your reaction," Leia placed her small hand on top of yours, "it was yours."

You chuckled, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for leaving you when you were younger. I've regretted it for the past ten years. You weren't supposed to know."

"It's okay," Leia comforted, "I understand. You wanted to keep me safe."

"I can't make up for the ten years I have missed," you kissed her hand, "but I know I will get you back home."

"I've never felt like that was my home. It never has been. I don't want to be a princess. I want to be a fighter."

"Just like me," you teared up.

"Just like you," Leia smiled, "mom."

You gasped as she called you that. You've longed to have your children in your arms again and here was one of them, calling you mom. You pulled her into a warm embrace.

"Is Ben my dad?"

You laughed, "No. Ben is your...uncle. Ben was there for me when I lost your father. He would make a great father figure."

"Who is my dad?"

You let go of the hug, "That's another story for another time."

Leia looked into your eyes, "Go. Ben needs you."

You blinked, "Are you sure? I don't want to leave you after just getting you again."

"I know you'll come back for me."

You rested her forehead against your own.

"I love you, Leia," you closed your eyes, "don't ever forget that."

"I love you, too."

You kissed her hairline and raced to the escape pod the ship had. You tapped into Ben's presence and headed to him.

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You heard the rumbling of rocks being thrown at something. No, someone. You ran and hid behind a pile of rocks. You peered to see Ben throwing rocks at him. Your Anakin. Darth Vader. You watched as Ben and Anakin battled. It ended with Ben slashing Anakin's mask open. You gasped as you saw him.

"Anakin is gone," his voice was distorted. You could hear a hint of Anakin, but all of Vader, "I am what remains."

You saw Ben start to tear up.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Anakin. For all of it."

"I am not your failure, Obi-Wan. You didn't kill Anakin Skywalker. I did," this was Anakin saying this. You heard his voice clearly and loudly. You fell onto your knees, clutching your stomach, sobbing quietly.

"The same way, I will destroy you!" Vader had returned, wanting his revenge.

Ben whispered, "Then my friend is truly dead."

"Goodbye," Ben turned around, "Darth."

Ben walked away but saw you. He ran towards you and whispered, "You can't be here."

"I-please. Let me see him. I can erase his memory of him ever seeing me. Please," you begged, sobbing.

Ben nodded, "I'll be waiting for you."

Ben walked off.

This was it. After all these years, you would be facing him. You knew it wasn't him but you couldn't care less. Calming yourself down, you snuck behind him.

"Obi-Wan!" He yelled, wheezing.

"Anakin," you softly cried.

His six-foot-tall body was hunched over but straightened as soon as you said his name. He turned around and titled his head.

"Y-Y/n?"

You walked towards him, crying as hard as you ever had. You slowly placed a hand on his masked cheek.

"It's me."

You knew it was the last hint of Anakin talking to you when he threw his lightsaber to the ground. He leaned into your touch and collapsed into your arms.

"I thought you were dead. They told me you were dead."

"I know. It was for the best."

He cried. Yeah, the Darth Vader was crying in your arms. But, it wasn't Darth. It was Anakin Skywalker. The scared boy from Tatooine who had fallen in love with you.

"My love," you whispered, "don't cry."

"I failed you. I left you," he looked up at you, "the baby?"

You couldn't resist yourself. He wasn't going to remember anyway.

"Babies. Twins. A boy and a girl. Luke and Leia."

Anakin smiled, "Are they safe?"

"They will be," you backed away from the hug, sobbing, "but, you can't remember this."

"W-What?"

"You can't know I'm alive. You can't know about our babies."

"No," he stood the best he could, gripping onto your arms, "we-we can pretend! Like we did many moons ago. We can sneak around. I won't be with the Dark Side. I'll be with you."

You laughed, while the tears slipped down your cheeks, "We can't, Anakin. It would ruin everything."

Anakin cried, lifting his hands on his mask. He took it off and revealed his look to you.

"I need you to see me," he lifted your hand to his cheek, "before we say goodbye."

You cried even harder at the sight of him, "I love you, Anakin Skywalker. I'll love you even when your Darth Vader. I'll be there for you, even when I'm not. Your bad times. I'll be there. I always will be."

Anakin kissed your forehead, "I love you, Y/n Skywalker. Even when I become him again, I'll remember our forbidden times. The times when I was able to love you. I'll love you always. I love you in every universe."

The two of you were sobbing as you shared the final kiss. Your lips connected and it was the most closure you have ever gotten. His rough lips, which had once been soft, had given you the sense of comfort they had all that time ago on Naboo.

"Close your eyes, please," you pleaded, "this won't hurt."

"I love you."

With those final words, you placed your hand next to his temple and let your power flood his brain. You replaced the memory of your meeting with the memory of him and Ben fighting. Letting go, you watched as his body slumped to the ground. You knelt down to his body and kissed his forehead. You grabbed his broken mask and placed it back on his head.

"Goodbye, my love."

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You and Ben had arrived on Tatooine. After everything that has happened, you wanted to see if Luke was okay. You arrived only to hear Beru and Owen calling out for Luke.

"No," you mumbled, the tears still falling from the conversation with Anakin.

"Where is he?" Ben asked, supporting you with his arm.

"He is gone."

"I'll look in the Dune Sea. We search until we find him," Ben grabbed your hand and led you to start walking.

"Ben! Y/n!" Beru called out.

You turned around to see the Inquisitor Reva, carrying Luke's body.

"No!" You shuddered, seeing your son's dead body.

You stood in front of Ben, Beru, and Owen. Your body filled with the emotions you have been feeling for the past years.

"You killed him!" You screamed, floating in the air. Your eyes had glowed a darker red than ever before.

"No, I-"

You lifted Reva, making her yell out in pain. You made sure your power made her body burn and boil. You choked her. And choked her. And choked her. You summoned her lightsaber in your hand and ignited it.

"This is for my-"

"Y/n!"

You snapped your fuming head to see Luke, waking up. You gasped and shot the both of you down. Reva was writhing in pain. Ben ran to check on her as you watched Luke crawl into Beru's arms.

"Luke," you whispered, walking towards him. Beru allowed you to hold his frail body. You whispered your gratitude and held him tightly. You have been watching him for the past ten years. You saw him pretending to pilot. Just like his father.

He still wasn't fully awake, so you decided to place peaceful dreams into his mind.

"Luke Skywalker," you brushed his hair to the side, "you will become one of the greatest pilots and Jedi the galaxy has ever seen. Just like your father. Your father and I are so proud of you. I will always be with you, even when you can't see me. May the Force be with you, Luke."

You kissed his forehead and gave him back to Beru, who smiled at you.

You looked towards Reva and Ben. Walking towards her, you kneeled in front of her.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, looking down shamefully.

"It's okay."

"It's not. I almost killed you, Reva."

"I understand your pain. You thought I killed him. It was okay."

You couldn't control your emotions anymore so you cried and leaned into Ben.

"I wanted to thank you," Reva coughed, "for all those years ago."

"What?" You whispered.

"I was the youngling you saved. During the Genocide. You gave me hope. I've never forgotten about you," Reva explained.

You leaned toward her and hugged her. One that both of you needed.

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"You okay?" Ben asked you, he rubbed your shoulder.

"Better than I'll ever be," you slightly smiled.

The transport jet's door opened. It revealed a surprised Leia. Her droid, Lola, floated behind the two of you.

"Lola!" She exclaimed, running towards her droid.

"Who are we to separate a young girl from her droid?" Ben joked.

The two of you walked towards Bail, who welcomed you in a hug.

"Obi-Wan. Y/n."

You accepted the hug and then hugged the Queen.

"We can never repay you two. Thank you," the Queen expressed her gratitude.

"Well," Ben turned around, "she has already done that."

"I fear for her future. The Empire grows stronger and bolder."

"Well, if you ever need our help again," you added, "you know where to find us."

"Let's hope that day never comes," Bail shook yours and Ben's hands.

Ben walked over to Leia to talk to her.

"Bail, I'm sorry but I-"

"We know. She told us," the Queen answered.

"I could erase her memory, if you would like," you suggested, looking at her laughing with Ben.

"Actually," the Queen stepped forward, "we would love it if you could stay with us."

Your eyes widened in shock, "W-What?"

"We can't separate her from her mother, who she wants to know so much about. You can protect her here."

You smiled the widest you have in a long time, "Thank you so much!"

You hugged both of them and ran towards the other two. You watched as they shared a hug.

"Goodbye, Princess. May the Force be with you," Ben finished.

He stood up and waited to the side for you. You faced him, holding Leia's hand.

"Ben, the Queen and the King allowed me to stay here and protect Leia. I hope that is alright."

You felt Leia's hand squeeze your hand in excitement, not knowing about this surprise.

Ben smiled and crossed his arms, "Of course, Y/n. You deserve to live in happiness with your daughter after everything you've been through."

You teared up and let go of Leia's hand, hugging Ben tightly. "Thank you, Obi-Wan Ben Kenobi. For everything you have done for me and Anakin. For my family. You have been the greatest brother I could have ever asked for," you whispered.

Ben started to tear up, as well, "And thank you, Y/n Skywalker. For being the greatest younger sister I could ever ask for. You deserve the world. You will always be, and have always been, a wonderful mother."

You allowed Ben to say his farewell and to board the jet.

"May the Force be with you, Obi-Wan."

"May the Force be with you, Y/n."

You watched as his jet flew away. You knew you were going to miss him. You've been with him for the past ten years.

"He'll always be here, in spirit," Leia grabbed your hand again.

You knelt to her height and clasped her face with your hand, "Leia, I want you to know about your father. He was a passionate, fearless, and forthright boy. You share those qualities with him. He was a wonderful man. A leader. He loved me until the day he died. He still loves me. Us. He is watching us from up there in the stars. I do wish I could tell you more," you looked at the sky.

"It's okay, Mom."

You stood up and clasped her hand. You walked towards the Queen and King, who welcomed you into their palace. You knew that this was your new home. You wished it was your new home with Anakin, Luke, and Leia. But, you couldn't complain. Ben was watching over Luke. You had Leia. You were once their mother, and you were always going to be their mother.

The End.

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Star Wars Universe Masterlist

Obi-wan Kenobi x Reader (Y/N):

Don’t Blame Me, Love Made Me Crazy (Obi-wan x AFAB!Reader)

Duty Calls

‘Oh, I missed you so much’ (Obi-wan x Senator!Reader)

One Step Forward, Two Steps Back Part 1 / Part 2

Relationship A - Z

Safe and Sound

☁️ Soft Obi-wan: (Comforting you after a panic attack)

The one where you fall for him (literally)

Headcanons:

🛁 Bathing

Being introduced to Reader’s Mexican culture

Being reunited following Order 66 (Obi-wan x Ex!Jedi Reader)

🎂 Birthdays

Dealing with a sick reader

🍺 Drunk Obi-wan

🎃 Halloween with Obi-wan

👄 Kissing Obi-wan

☁️ Soft Obi-wan (Younglings)

😜 Random: Obi-wan the Rebel

Reacting to a Reader with Aqua-phobia

Reacting to a Reader with Force Lightning Disease

🛏 Sleeping with your s/o

Teaching you to swim

Anakin Skywalker x Reader (Y/N):

Sweet Dreams (Anakin x Jedi!Reader)

Headcanons:

Being introduced to Reader’s Mexican culture

Dealing with a sick reader

👄 Kissing Anakin

Reacting to a reader with Aqua-phobia

Reacting to a reader with Force Lightning Disease

Reacting to Reader having panic attacks

🛏 Sleeping with your s/o

Teaching you to swim

Padmé Amidala x Reader (Y/N):

Being introduced to Reader’s Mexican culture

Dealing with a sick reader

Reacting to Reader having panic attacks

🛏 Sleeping with your s/o

Teaching you to swim

Original Trilogy:

(Head-canons) Dealing with a sick reader

(Head-canons) Sleeping with your s/o

Din Djarin x Reader (Y/N):

A Work in Progress (Din Djarin x Mechanic!Reader)

Finn x Reader (Y/N):

Dealing with a sick reader

Rey x Reader (Y/N):

Connections (The one with the force Dyad)

Dealing with a sick reader

Poe Dameron x Reader (Y/N):

‘Can I kiss you?’

‘Come here. Let me fix it’

Dealing with a sick reader

How Poe would react to an overworked reader

The one where Poe takes you flying

The one with the spilt coffee

The one where you babysit BB-8

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Main Masterlist

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brownsstorybook · 3 years ago

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Stars - Anakin x F!reader

Anakin Skywalker x F!Jedi!reader smut shot

Summary: You and Anakin are on Naboo to keep senator Amidala safe. The night the three of you decide to stay on a yacht everything changes.

word count: 2.3k

Warning: Nsfw, 18+ actions, unprotected sex, kind of public sex? Lots of smut.

I sighed as I deactivated my saber. "You scared me, Skywalker." I didn't dare face him, Anakin Skywalker. One of the most gorgeous boys in the entire intergalactic universe. I remember our love-hate relationship from day one on. I got assigned to Obi-Wan Kenobi as his second padawan, as if one wasn't enough already. Anakin and I definitely didn't click at first and on missions it was even worse, it surprises me that Obi-wan didn't even bother getting me another Jedi master. Everything Anakin did annoyed me, his charms towards other women, his coldness towards me, his sarcasm and will to do as he wants. I couldn't fucking stand that man. But now I know why, and I am not happy as it is. I developed feelings for him, romantic ones. And it was absolute torture, being around him is intoxicating. But I know I cannot, I know I can't have attachments and certainly not for him.

"Earth to Y/n?" I heard him snap his fingers and I turned my head to finally face him. Oh those beautiful blue orbs stared right back at me. "Hmh?" Was all my throat proceeded to say. "I said, for the tenth time, the council requests our presence." He sighed and took my hand to pull me out of my room. "What in the world does the council need us for? We came back from a mission yesterday!" I was stern in my speech as his feet guided mine towards the council chamber, "I can walk myself Anakin." "Right, sorry." He voiced.

"I think I do know why the council needs us. There has been an assassination attempt on senator Amidala." "And exactly what does that have to do with me?" I sighed in annoyance, knowing Anakin and the senator have something going on. Or well, I suspect so. As I finished my sentence Skywalker stopped dead in his tracks making me almost bump into him. "Anakin what the f-" "Will you stop it? With that mindset you won't be getting anywhere. You will never become a Jedi knight if you don't stop this madness!" Anakin said, but nothing came out of my mouth. I just blankly stared at this boy who thinks he can pull shit.

"Y/n listen, I know you don't like me and Padmé as much as you do yourself but drop the attitude." As Anakin ranted to me I couldn't help but notice his hair grew, a lot. And so did his body posture. I remember always being a few inches taller than him, but now he just towered over me. Jeez, intimidating. "Okay." I mumbled with a smile before walking past him and finally arriving at the council chambers. I just couldn't bear looking in his eyes any longer, and it is fucking killing me. I am growing attachments and if they grow any bigger I am doomed.

As the door opened I put up my mental shield in case anyone tried to read my mind. "Young Anakin Skywalker and Y/n L/n, A mission for you, we have." The little green figure in front of me and Anakin spoke up, "To Naboo with senator Amidala, you will go." "I am sorry master, but why?" I acted dumb just to annoy the fuck out of Anakin. I could feel him glaring into my soul for real. "There has been assassination attempts on the senator, and she needs to go in hiding. We can't let her go unsupervised." Obi-wan's thick accent spoke up. Tsk, miss perfect is being treated like a child, I thought to myself. "We will gladly supervise her mas-" I didn't even let Anakin finish his sentence as anger built up in me due all my emotions messing with me, "Isn't it better to let her stay here in the Jedi temple?"

"Y/n, manners!" Kenobi scolded. "Question the council's decisions, you can not young padawan." Yoda remained calm at my sudden outburst, "Before controlling your emotions and thoughts, a Jedi knight you will not be." I nodded in acceptance, and remained silent.

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As we arrived on Naboo later with Padmé I had truly seen it all. Anakin and her being all clingy and flirty and shit. I was devastated as my emotions and love for Skywalker grew more every second I spent with him. "Miss Amidala, would you like for me to put your suitcases in your room?" I smiled, hiding my irritation. "No need for formalities Y/n, a friend of Anakin's is a friend of mine." She replied. Friend of Anakins, nice. "Ofcourse." I gritted through my teeth. Because of my so-called 'rude' action Anakin cleared his throat. I shot him a look and rolled my eyes. Just as I was about to bring Padmé's suitcases to her room she spoke up again.

"We should take my parents yacht for the night, the view on the lake is amazing with the stars shining!" Excitement spat of her. "Padmé, that is too dangerous, we can no-" "Yes! That's an amazing idea actually, that would be lovely padmé, thank you." Anakin cheered. The man didn't even let me finish my sentence, which was kind of logical since we were getting really really done with one another. What am I even saying? I could never get enough of him and his adorable, charming, breath-taking smile.

"Fine but only for tonight."

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I close my eyes feeling the hot summer wind blowing through my hair. I lean over the railing to open my eyes and see my reflection in the now pitch black lake. It was like that little slave girl from Zygerria looked back at me. A weak, full of emotion and used person. Tears rolled down my cheek thinking about him again, knowing we can never be anything. Besides, he has Padmé doesn't he? I could have snitched on him, telling the council about them. But I can't. I would never do anything to hurt him, I'd rather have a lightsaber pierced through my heart. I'm crying as quietly as possible.

Suddenly I felt a shift in the force, and a warm presence stood next to me. I wipe my tears as fast as I can. "Y/n?" Skywalker placed his warm hand on my shoulder, "Are you alright?" "I am, thanks." I smiled weakly. "You're not, are you? Tell me what's going on." He demanded. "No, really Ani, I am okay." I said. "Come on it's only me you're talking to, Padmé's gone to bed already." He beamed and turned me around to face him. He raised his hands and cupped my face, wiping away my tears. No, this needed to stop. This physical touch was making it just worse, but what was I supposed to do?

I stared into his eyes and my heart beat faster than ever before. "It does not matter Ani, Jedi can't have attachments." My words clearly hit him, because he stepped back and let go of me. "That explains everything" He muttered, "You're in love with me." All he did was stare at me and watch me grow red. "Listen Anakin, let's forget this ever happened. My life duty is to become a jedi and that brings consequences. I would give you all the stars, my life even. But not in this reality. Besides you have padmé and-"

Suddenly an explosion of butterflies entered my stomach, Anakin pushed me against the railing of the yacht and interlocked his soft lips with mine. From shock I grabbed onto the railing, but as soon as my nerves calmed and he grabbed my waist I gave into the kiss. I never wanted it to end, but I knew it was wrong. As his hands traveled me up and down I broke our kiss, and we both caught our breaths. "Ani we can't" I looked at my feet, "You can't do this to padmé and we have rules." My own words hurt me. "I don't love padmé. Every single thing you've seen between us was purely platonic, because she isn't the woman I love." He explained as he stepped closer, "Y/n L/n, you are the most talented, beautiful, smart and kind person i've met in my whole entire existence. I've been dreaming about you since the very first day we saw each other." Anakin's hands now laid back where they were, on my hips.

"Please say something." his nerves grew, I could sense it. I knew I shouldn't have, but I gave in. I kissed him back with all the passion I had, finally releasing my need and attraction for him. My hands explored his hair and he lifted me up to sit on the railing, closing my legs over his hips. As I slightly opened my mouth he took the chance and slid his tongue in. Our tongues synced perfectly. Oh how I have been longing for this. When we broke apart once again we leaned our foreheads against each other, which didn't take long because Anakin started kissing down my jaw and neck. I held back soft moans by biting on my lip. "Don't be shy darling, let me hear your pretty moans." He said in between the kisses. "What.. What if padmé-"

"Words, y/n." Anakin hit the sweet spot in my neck. "What if padmé.. argh, see us?" Anakin stopped placing hickeys over my neck and brought his lips to my ears. "Then she'll know just how good I, and I only make you feel." He whispered, and I could feel myself getting wetter every second. I felt his lips curl into a smile against my ear, and before I could do anything Ani pulled me off the railing and carried me in bridal style to his room on the yacht, luckily for me not close to padmé's at all.

He gently laid me down on the bed and locked the door. When he turned back to me his grin was wider than ever before. "I've been longing so long for this, you know?" He spoke as he crawled onto the bed above me. "And see, it paid off." He pecked my lips. "Now, are you going to be an obedient girl for me?" I nodded to him, needing his touch. I moved my hips a little. "So eager for my touch." and with that, Anakin placed hickeys all over my neck again, but this time he sat above me, with my legs in between his. Anakin got off me a few minutes later, and I could feel my underwear pooling by now. "Undress for me love." I did as he ordered me to, and fuck how he did was hot. I sat up and took off my belt and overtunic slowly, putting on a show for the handsome man in front of me.

Then I took off my undertunic and pants leaving me in my lingerie. I sat on my knees with my hands within my thighs. I watched Anakin bite his lip lightly checking my curves out. "You're beautiful." He whispered and placed his mechanic hand around my throat lightly. "To bad I am going to fucking ruin you." I smiled at him, "I'd like to see you try, master Skywalker."

As a wolf hungry for its prey he unhooked my bra with his flesh hand and let go of my neck. He kissed down from my chest to my stomach and stopped right above my vagina. I let out a whine of need, eager to be touched at any sensitive point. "Such a needy Jedi, aren't you?" He smirked. "Only for you." I toyed back. "I want to hear my name and moans out of your mouth darling." "Only needy for you, Anakin. Please just fuck me!" "Good girl, have patience." He praised and started to suck on my breast, while massaging the other. My moans filled the room and so did soft ones of his. I felt his bulge through his pants and stroked it, making him moan a tat harder.

I pushed Anakin from me and topped him. He bit his lip and placed his hands on my hips, wanting to go between my thighs. "Look who is a needy Jedi now." I teased and kissed him. He chuckled and we made out again, only this time I helped him undress. When I reached his boxers I slightly gasped at his size. Seeing this pride filled him. I pulled him from the bed and when we stood he took off my panties for me. "So wet for me." He said as he placed his hand on my fold, making me gasp. He planned to toying with me more because he removed it immediately. I calmed my arms around his neck, "Ani, please." I moaned out. "Please what, y/n?" "Fuck the absolute crap out of me, please." I seductively whispered to him. He didn't hesitate tho, as he positioned me ready on the bed a second later.

He rubbed his dick against my pussy, feeling my wetness. We both moaned out loudly at the physical touch we've been wanting from one and other for so long. "Are you ready my beautiful?" "For you, always." And he entered. A loud gasp escaped my mouth as my tight walls adjusted to his big size. He moaned and pulled out again slowly. "Fuck you're so tight." Anakin yelped and started thrusting in faster and faster. Loud moans filled the night and by now I was sure Padmé had woken up from it. "Fucking stars- Anakin I'm gonna come!" I yelled out as my nails dug in his soft skin, "Keep doing that." I whined out.

"I'm going to come, oh Y/n." His lips kissed down my jaw. And then a wave of butterflies slid through my body and the sweetest, hardest groan filled the room followed by Anakin's. My eyes rolled back and my mouth opened slightly. His juices filled me up and we placed foreheads against each other. "I love you Y/n." He muttered out of breath. "I love you too Ani." I smiled and kissed him. Anakin got out of bed and walked to the tiny bathroom attached to the room to return with a towel. He cleaned himself and I, and laid down next to me with a peck on my lips. And so we peacefully fell asleep, hugging, drifting away together.

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