#padme would cry laugh and tell anakin to be more careful with his boyfriend and to NOT scar his padawan for life

[kraviolis]

i love codywan. its so delightful and good. i understand the appeal immensely and the two of them compliment the other nicely. very good 10/10.

rexwalker... scares me. it just feels way too chaotic. theres no way in hell either of them would be on the same page about the true nature of their relationship. either rex would fall in love while anakin thinks its just a fling or it would be the reverse. and theres no fucking way either of them could keep it secret either, the only reason anakin and padme's secret lasted so long was bcus they didnt live together most of the time and the ppl who did notice kept their mouths shut.

imagine trying to keep a secret while living on a single ship with a thousand other people who are desperate for new material for the clone gossip mill. i think rex would sleep with anakin ONCE and not even an hour later he gets a message from cody asking if the general's wife knows about this

[darthkruge]

Hello! Could you do an Anakin x reader where the reader is jealous of Padmé so goes on a walk through the night, and leaves a little trinket of hers so Ani doesn’t worry. She runs into a bounty hunter and Ani senses her danger through the force and saves her? Thanks 🥰

Anakin Skywalker x Reader ~ Jealousy and Rescues

Summary: Jedi!Reader gets themself in some trouble after going on a walk during the night and Anakin comes to their aid

Warnings: Angst, jealousy, torture (knives), blood, kidnapping, ends w/ fluff I promise

Words: 3.8k

A/N: Yess!! I loved writing this so much and I’m sorry it took me longer than I expected to get out. I think I went a bit angstier than your request implied but that’s where my brain was at today slfksjd! I am also rushing to post this so if there are some grammatical errors whoops

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After a few threats to the Senate, your boyfriend was assigned as Padme’s bodyguard. You knew, rationally, their relationship was strictly professional. He’d never be disloyal towards you and you did trust him. There was nothing for you to worry about. Or, at least, that’s what you repeatedly told yourself as you saw them walking and laughing together. 

Being in a secret relationship is difficult, you wouldn’t deny. Especially when your boyfriend was one of the most attractive and charming men in the entire galaxy. You would see people flirt with him constantly and there was nothing you could do without jeopardizing both of your careers as Jedi. 

You played with the necklace he had given you when you spent your first Life Day together all those years ago. Your home planet on one side, Coruscant on the other, symbolizing your past and your future -- your future with Anakin. It always calmed you; it was something you could hold and feel in public, a reminder of the realness of your hidden romance. 

You let out a sigh, dropping the pendant as you tried to shake off the unease you felt as you watched them interact. It mostly worked, too. When you remembered all Anakin had done for you, the intense moments of happiness and love you’d shared, you never felt more secure. But for some reason, as you saw Anakin lean down so Padme could whisper something in his ear, that anxious and guilty warmth ran through your veins.

You hated feeling jealous. It didn’t matter that you logically knew you had nothing to fear, the emotion remained. It embarrassed you, making you feel childish and small. It made you want to crawl out of your skin and hide away, yet simultaneously run up to Anakin and beg him for reassurance. It made you hate Padme, a woman so kind you cursed yourself for feeling that way. It made your mind run wild, conconting torturous scenarios that made your insecurities flair. 

Even though it brought you pain to watch, you had to expend great energy to tear your eyes away from them. You returned to your apartment, waiting for Anakin’s shift to be over. All you wanted was some time alone with him, to hear him tell you how much he loved you, to feel his arms around you and lips against yours. To hear him gently laugh as he picks up on your jealousy and mumble reassurances into your ear. You awaited his beautiful words that would evidently overtake your thoughts and leave you feeling secure and peaceful. 

Letting your brain run for a while, you felt yourself unconsciously picking at your fingernails and playing with your hair, doing anything to keep yourself busy. You jumped as C3PO entered your room, too lost in thought to register anyone’s presence. 

“I apologize Master L/N, but Master Skywalker instructed me to inform you that he will be working late this evening.”

You felt your heart start to pound as your eyes grew heavy with tears. “Threepio, what do you mean? Did he tell you why?”

“Senator Padme has to go to a special dinner this evening to meet with the leaders of some other planets and he must accompany her.”

“Oh.”

C3PO walked closer to you. “Are you alright, Master L/N? Should I call for Master Anakin?”

You shook your head, quickly wiping the tears from your eyes. “I’m fine, thank you.” You said, trying to keep your voice as even and happy as you possibly could. 

The droid exited your apartment as you walked onto the balcony, the cold air hitting your cheeks and quelling the hot embarrassment that flowed through you. There is nothing to worry about, you rationalized. These dinners are formalities, Padme goes to them all the time! And Anakin is just her bodyguard, he would never cheat on you! 

Even as you thought the words, you felt frustratingly unconvinced. You decided to go for a walk, the silence in the apartment that your boyfriend was supposed to be back at driving you mad. Even so, you didn’t want him to worry on the off chance he returned home before you. Sighing, you slid the necklace off and placed it on the nightstand, quickly scribbling a note that read “on a walk, be home soon.”

You pulled your Jedi robes closer around you as you walked the Coruscant streets. You had no particular destination in mind, nor did you know how long you intended to be gone for. You let your body drive you, walking around as if in a haze while using all your energy to expel the thoughts from your mind. You made random turns, walking in various directions until you felt yourself calm. 

You looked up and to your left and smiled as you saw your apartment. Anakin. You smiled to yourself and shook your head at your foolishness. You didn’t know why you’d gotten so worked up over his and Padme’s relationship; at the end of the day, he would always return home. 

 Perhaps this was why you weren’t paying attention. Or maybe it was the way you were focussed on  Anakin’s force signature, honing in on him and letting the rest of the world fade away. It could have been your exhaustion, emotionally drained for the day. Whatever the reason, you were unprepared when a dark figure jumped out of the shadows and stunned you. All you knew was that one minute you were on your way home to him and the next you were surrounded by darkness as the ground quickly caught up to you.

Anakin rushed out of dinner, feeling quite guilty for leaving you alone all day. He hated working late, especially during the few times you and him were both on Coruscant. Frequently, your missions kept you apart and, thus, the days where you were home together were sacred. He reached out to you, surprised to not feel your force signature in the apartment. 

He opened the door and was met with a darkness and stillness that immediately set him off. He pulled out his lightsaber but was careful not to ignite it just yet. He looked around and came upon your note and necklace and relief flowed through him. However, he couldn’t shake the sense that something was off. The words in your note felt clipped and cold and he knew you must not have been happy to hear he was running late. 

He walked to the balcony, trying to see you but quickly realizing the futility of the plan. He paced in the apartment, reaching out farther with the Force. Although he hadn’t completely found you, Anakin’s blood ran cold as he sensed with overwhelming clarity that you were in danger. You wouldn’t have lied to him about your whereabouts so he knew you were on foot and, thus, couldn’t have gone too far. All he hoped was that he found you quickly and wasn't too late. 

You groaned, already knowing what had happened. The Council already briefed the Jedi that there was an uptick in bounty hunters throughout the galaxy, specifically those targeting the Jedi order. You couldn’t believe you were stupid enough to walk around, unnattentive, through alleyways, at night. The bounty hunter came into your cell and pulled off her mask. Her features were sharp, her face hardened. You looked into her eyes and were met with a predatory gaze. 

“What are you going to do with me?” You almost didn’t want her to answer. 

The woman simply laughed. “Kill you, of course. But why not have a little fun first? I bet you’d look so nice begging for mercy.”

“I’ll die before I beg for anything from you.” You spat.

“I’m sure I can accommodate both of those things, sweetheart.” With that, she grabbed a knife and plunged it into your foot, anchoring it to the floor. 

You bit your lip, tasting blood as you tried not to scream. You clenched your fists, your hands shackled above your head. Your foot felt hot, the crimson blood running down its sides. Just as the pain began to numb, the woman pulled out another blade and slowly cut the bottom of your other foot. 

You screwed your eyes shut, desperately trying not to give in. She laughed at your feeble attempts before bringing the knife down. The force she used pierced through both muscle and bone and you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out an involuntary cry.

Your brain was a muddled mess, tears leaking down your face as you willed your pained whimpers to die in your throat. She cut through your pants and into your thighs. With each line she carved, you felt more and more helpless. She made her incisions deep and languidly, as if pulling every ounce of blood from your body. You tried to squirm away from the blade but the twisting movements made the knives dig even deeper into your feet. 

You tried to reach for Anakin, for some reminder that there was peace waiting for you if you could only hold out through this. You faintly felt his force signature. He’s still out there. He’ll come for me, I know he will.

“Ready to beg yet, Jedi?” She cooed, the tip of her knife under your chin, forcing you to meet her eyes. 

Your gaze hardened as you thought of him. She would never take you from him, nothing could tear you and Anakin apart. Your determination remained. She’s not going to break me.

“Never.” Even as the tears ran down your cheeks, even as you felt your grip on the world weakening, you’d never meant a word more than that. 

“We’ll see about that.”

You cried out as her knife cut across your cheek. The sharp sting from the newer and shallower cuts  combined with the throbbing ache in your legs and feet. The sensation and blood loss made you dizzy. Even so, you forced yourself to remain conscious. You’d get through this, you had to. 

Anakin drove his speeder through Coruscant, following a combination of his instincts and the Force to track you down. Every minute, he felt your fear and pain intensify through your Force bond and he grew more and more desperate. By now, he knew you must have been taken by a bounty hunter, there was no other explanation. However, he was occasionally met with a spark of determination and defiance.

He smiled. Whoever had you might be causing you pain, but you definitely weren’t an easy capture. Pride filled him as he thought of your strength. You’d get through this, you had to. Hang on, Y/N, just a little while longer.

The bounty hunter had left the room a few minutes ago, probably frustrated of waiting for you to give in. She’d moved onto cutting through your shirt, your stomach and chest now littered with deep, red, lines. It hurt to breathe, every movement tugging at one of the gashes and causing more blood to ooze out. You were honestly surprised there was still blood left in you to give, as your head felt light and body heavy.

You were so weak, so dizzy that you couldn’t support your own weight anymore, even sitting down. Your head hung down, lolling unimpressively as your neck refused to cooperate. Your mind was swimming and you were delirious, half-convinced you were already dead. 

“Y/N!” 

You used all your energy to lift your head, meeting a pair of beautiful blue eyes that you would recognize anywhere. 

“Anakin,” You breathed out. “Anakin please, help me.” 

“Shh, it’s okay.” He knelt down beside you and you looked at him, immeasurable relief coursing through you. 

He put his hand gently to your cheek, careful to avoid your cuts. “Hold on, Y/N.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, confused. “Why aren’t you helping me?”

“Hold on.” The whisper of Anakin’s voice remained in the air as his figure melted away. You screamed in agony, despair clutching at your soul. You desperately looked around, willing the hallucination back to you. Even if it was a cruel trick your fatigued, weak, blood-loss ridden mind created, you wanted him back. 

“Please, Anakin, please come back to me!” You cried. You sobbed, the pain of losing him in any form impossible for you to bear. 

You begged and begged and begged, trying to will him back to you. You screamed and thrashed until your hands wore raw against your restraints, until your cuts had reopened, until your throat was sore and your eyes burned from crying. 

You whimpered out one final plea before your eyes fluttered shut, the fight completely drained from your soul.

Anakin’s heart pounded. He could feel you slipping away, your determination slowly fizzing out. He couldn’t blame you; these bounty hunters were notorious for their torture, for leaving their victims as broken shells before they were killed. He forced the image out of his mind, refusing to think of you in that position. 

Finally, he made it to an abandoned building on the edge of Coruscant. The Force had guided him here and he felt you strongly, or as strongly as he could given your broken state. He jumped out of the speeder and saw a woman twirling a knife, leaning against a wall. 

Igniting the lightsaber, he walked up to her.

“Anakin, I presume?” 

He froze but quickly regained his composure, eyeing her and trying to figure out what her motives were. 

“Don’t fret, young Jedi. They were just calling for you. Quite pathetic if you ask me.”

“If you hurt them I swear-”

The bounty hunter’s lips curled into a bone chilling smile, giving Anakin all the answers he needed. He swung his lightsaber, deflecting her blaster shots with ease. She pulled out two knives and threw one at his middle, making Anakin jump to the side to escape the blade. 

Anakin twirled the saber, once again trying to get traction. She was quick, swinging herself up onto the room of the building by flipping backwards from the balcony. He, however, was quicker. Anakin jumped up gracefully, continuing to spin his weapon and stalk her in this intense, choreographed dance they were engaged in. 

The woman sent her other knife flying at Anakin’s neck and he used his trained reflexes to catch the hilt right before it cut through his skin. Now, it was his turn to smile. He watched as her expression faltered, paying attention to her footing to sense her next move. He followed her, catching up quickly before running the blade through her, barely waiting for her body to drop before bounding off the roof and into the building to find you.

His breath caught as he took you in. Your unconscious body was limp and blood was seeping out of you. He grimaced, seeing the blades running through your feet. As much as he didn’t want you to lose more blood, he needed to remove the knives in order to carry you out of here. Your flesh squelched as he pulled the blade out as evenly as he could and a low whimper escaped your throat. 

“Y/N, Y/N can you hear me?”

“No, no, no, no, no, please, not again!”

“Angel it’s alright, I’m not gonna hurt you.” Anakin said, moving to meet your eyes.

“You’re not- this isn’t- no!” You tried to pull yourself away from him, unable to watch this hallucination falter. 

“Y/N, please, let me help you. I need to get you out of here before you lose any more blood.”

“This isn’t real!” You screamed. “Please, stop, this isn’t real! You’re not here, you’re not here, you’re gone, I’m gone, it’s not-” You continued to spew unintelligible words, tears already bubbling up in your throat. 

Anakin caught on to what was happening. “Angel, look at me. I promise I’m here. I’m real, okay? Please believe me.”

“I can’t!” You sobbed. “I can’t let myself hope again!”

“Y/N, okay, okay. Remember that necklace I gave you? It had your home on one side and ours on the other. You left it for me, a token to prove that you were safe when you went for a walk. I think you were angry with me; I was working late because I was guarding Padme, remember? It’s me, I promise. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

Despite yourself, you believed him. “Ani.” You said softly, tears coming to your eyes as you allowed yourself to have faith that you would be alright. 

“Yes, my love, it’s Anakin. I need you to be still for me, okay? It’s going to hurt but I need to get us home.”

You nodded, cries escaping you as he pulled the second knife from your foot. Your vision went white, the pain profound. Anakin gently hushed you, hand smoothing down your thigh to comfort you as he worked. He went to your restraints next, releasing your hands and watching as they fell heavily. He caught your body as it wrenched forward, making you gasp as the cuts on your chest came in contact with him.

Anakin apologized quickly, pulling off his robe and wrapping it around your body, your cut clothing offering almost no protection from the cold, nighttime air. He also wanted to help you as your body was clearly going into shock from the trauma.

Anakin placed you in his lap, holding you to him with one hand and driving with the other. For anyone less talented at riding a speeder it would have been precarious. You weakly wrapped your arms around him, too, as best as you could. 

You were in and out of consciousness the whole way back, barely registering how Anakin pulled you up and into his arms, the sway of his walking faster and more desperate than usual. He went into medbay, placing you gingerly on a bed and calling over a medical droid to determine the extent of your injuries.

Noting how empty it was, Anakin took the risk and held your hand. He knew it was dangerous, the fear of getting caught weighing constantly on both your minds. But after he almost lost you, nothing else mattered. 

The droids informed him that you had lost a severe amount of blood, but the cuts themself should heal with time. He breathed a sigh of relief as he realized you would be fine. Anakin begged them to let him take you back to your room, saying that the trauma from the torture would only grow worse if you woke up in an unknown environment. 

They allowed, so long as he made sure you were supervised and rested for at least the next week. He agreed hurriedly before scooping you back up. You groaned at the movement and he whispered a quick apology, trying to get you into your bed as soon as possible. 

He set you down, resting your back against the pillows just as you liked. You were all bandaged up and looked so fragile in your current state, a far cry from what he was used to. He hated it. You were such a skilled Jedi, he sometimes forgot that you were vulnerable, too, and this reality check was immensely painful. 

He watched over you as you slept, refusing to move for hours. Finally, your eyes opened and  you  looked at him blearily. 

“Hi.” You croaked out. 

Anakin’s eyes snapped up to yours, gently laughing from the relief of hearing your voice and its gravelly tone. He floated the cup of water by your nightstand to your mouth while using his other hand to brace your neck, coaxing you into a sitting position so you could easily swallow the liquid.

You hummed your thanks as he slowly set you against the pillows. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t get to you sooner, I should have told the Council I couldn’t do the extra meeting and just come home.”

“No, Anakin, it was your job, I shouldn’t have been upset. I was just jealous, I guess. I saw you and Padme together and,” You trailed off. It felt so unbelievably stupid now. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I shouldn’t have left, I shouldn’t have been so careless.”

Anakin’s eyes were understanding. “It’s okay, my love. But you have absolutely nothing to worry about. The only reason I was with Padme for dinner was because the Council assigned me to. No one could make me willingly skip dinner or anything else with you.”

“I know” You said sheepishly.

“I love you, angel. No one even comes close. I promise, I’ll never leave you.”

“I love you too, Ani.” 

He carefully connected his lips with yours, hyper aware of your injuries and not wanting to cause you  any more pain than you’ve already been through. 

“Lie with me?”

Anakin nods as you scoot over. He climbs into bed and allows you to situate yourself. You eventually find a position that doesn’t put strain on your cuts and bruises and you smile, leaning your head against his chest. He gingerly puts his flesh hand around your back, looking at you to see if it’s okay. You nod reassuringly and Anakin lets his arm rest there, fingers gently running through your hair.

“I was so scared, Anakin. I thought I’d never see you again.” You say, breaking the silence.

He looks at you, silently encouraging you to go on, if you so wanted.

“I hallucinated you, you know? I thought you’d come for me. But you told me to hold on and then you disappeared.” Your voice was barely a whisper at the end, tears leaking onto his chest. 

“I’m so sorry.” Those words were all he could give. He spoke them with such meaning and love that you melted. None of this was his fault.

“I love you.” You replied, your words carrying the same intensity as his. 

Anakin brought his metal arm around, too, to further hold you to him. 

“You’re never going to lose me, okay? I will always come for you, I will always protect you. With everything I am, I will always love you.” 

“I know.” Your voice was loving and soft, exhaustion once again pulling at you.

He kissed the top of your head. “Get some sleep, Y/N. You’ll need a lot of it.”

“Hmm?” You questioned tiredly

“They assigned you to at least a week of complete rest.”

“What?!”

“Shhhh, go to sleep, angel.” Anakin chuckled. 

You huffed but nuzzled closer to him. You were too drained to fight it and too happy to finally be back in his arms. Nothing could ruin the moment.

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pairing: anakin skywalker x fem!reader request: Could we get an anakin x reader where the reader compares herself to padme but anakin reassures her that he loves her? requested by: anon a/n: i listened to heather by conan gray while writing this. it’s a beautiful song that really conveys the vibe i wanted for this fic, but overall it’s pretty soft. the only warnings i have are negative talk about yourself. hope you all enjoy!

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your patience had been growing thin as of late.

it had been getting more frustrating, not being able to see anakin. he was so busy, being a jedi. every time he had a few minutes to talk to you, obi-wan would poke his head around the corner and beckon him to more meetings or something. it definitely got annoying after all this time, especially because another woman— who you thought was way prettier than you— was at every. single. meeting. it just made your anxiety peak every time you saw her.

padmé amidala was always a force to be reckoned with, a queen at a young age and now a senator of naboo. she was always impressive, with her immensive knowledge on what seemed like every subject and her incomprehensible beauty. you just couldn’t catch a break.

of course, you would never think about telling anakin how you truly felt about his and padmé’s relationship. the better, more logical, part of your mind kept telling you they spent a lot of time together for other reasons such as the safety and security of naboo and their neighbors or whatever jedi things he did while he was away. the other part of you told you that anakin was tired of you. that he’d found someone better than you. you knew it seemed illogical, and just bringing it up to him would probably make you look like that annoying clingy girlfriend who couldn’t handle seeing her boyfriend have female friends. you were so far from that. you wanted anakin to have friends, and you wanted him to have female friends other than you, but why did you feel so.. jealous?

sure, padmé was nearly perfect, but that didn’t mean anakin thought of her that way. her skin looked was flawless and her eyes shined whenever she talked about anything in the whole galaxy. she was selfless, and she was kind. what was there not to like about her? why did anakin even bother staying with you?

the more you thought about it, the more you felt your heart breaking. anakin wasn’t the type of man to do that, of course, having being practically raised by obi-wan, but you couldn’t help but compare yourself to the padmé ‘gorgeous in every way’ amidala.

you weren’t a senator like padmé was. you weren’t a queen like she was, either. why did you even bother? she was perfect to you, and she probably was to anakin to.

your back laid flat against the mattess of your bed, the one you'd shared with anakin many times in secret. the two of you would lay there and talk about anything in the galaxy. he'd told you about his mom laying in that bed, choking back sobs you'd held him in your arms and let him cry. you'd told him about your own family, and he listened to every word intently, his eyes going back and forth from your eyes to your lips. your voice was enchanting to him, no matter what you would say, he'd be stuck in place and unable to move.

anakin was in love with you, he’d told you that many times. 

even if it was against everything the jedi wanted for him to be, he didn’t care. he’d fallen in love with no regard to the code and he never bat an eye. padmé was beautiful, intelligent, and kind, but even she couldn’t beat you. 

so when anakin saw you laying on your bed, face buried in the pillows, crying, he didn’t know what to do. 

at first, he’d thought it was past memories or something that had been bothering you. you’d sat up and looked him straight in the eyes as he moved next to you, his hands rubbing soothing circles into your back as you sobbed. you felt so worthless. anakin deserved someone better than you, so why would he stay? how could you explain why you were crying to him? should you lie? 

his eyes peered into yours, though tear-stained and puffy, you looked perfect to him. one of his hands rose up to stroke your cheek, and he finally spoke after a moment. “what’s bothering you?” anakin’s tone was so soft, so loving, you felt yourself start crying even harder as his thumb ran over your jawline, his lips pressing loving kisses across your forehead and cheeks. you felt so loved and so special when it came to anakin, and then you remembered her. “y/n?” you heard him again. he looked worried now. 

as soon as your eyes made contact with his, you felt yourself fall in love with him all over again. he was so warm-hearted. selfless. he put everyone before himself, no matter the situation. and he was beautiful. the way he looked at you made you swoon no matter how many times you’d see it. anakin had bags under his eyes, many sleepless nights came with the burden of being a jedi, but he was still beautiful. his lips were chapped slightly, the cold air of the room having something to do with it. whenever he kissed you it was always filled with love and passion, and whenever he’d go away on a mission, he’d kiss you like it would be the last kiss you would ever have with him. his skin was soft, and fair. his complexion was beautiful and it complimented the light blue of his eyes that had been staring back at you ever since he’d sat down. 

he pursed his lips and took his feet off the ground, sitting cross-legged on top of your bed next to you. his elbows rested on his knees and his hands now sat on either side of his face, a pout forming on his lips as he looked up at you. you couldn’t help but smile. he was so beautiful, no matter what he did. he was dedicating his life to a cause, something that would help make the galaxy better. you were so incredibly proud of him.

anakin left you breathless. he was perfect. 

unlike you.

“i know something’s wrong now.” he spoke, his hand still continuing to caress that same spot on your jaw. his other hand gripped onto yours, and you stared at him. “wanna talk about it?” his eyes poured into yours. love evidently shown in them as he admired your features. you were perfect to him.

“just..” you started after a moment, letting the comfort of being in his presence surround you before finally opening yourself up to your boyfriend. “i just.. i don’t. i don’t think i’m good enough for you, ani.” 

hearing your words, anakin’s brow furrowed and his back straightened. his other hand rose to cup your cheek, and he stared deep into your eyes. “what makes you say that?” he asked you quietly, searching desperately across your face. had he done something? “you’re always.. around her. padmé.”

“padmé?” 

you nodded. “she’s so much more beautiful than me, anakin. she’s so smart, so kind.. she’s perfect. and you deserve someone like her. you deserve her. you don’t deserve someone like me.” you inhaled deeply, your eyes breaking contact with his, suddenly incredibly embarrassed. you felt his hand reach to your chin and pull your face back up to look at his own. “y/n.. listen to me, okay?” you said nothing in response, so he continued, “when i first met you, i’d never seen a woman more beautiful than you. i was stunned by you, amazed by your looks.. and then, i got to know you, and then i was amazed by you. you.. you’re so strong, so patient, so willing to learn. you listen to me whenever i need to talk about anything. you make me feel like the most loved man in the entire galaxy.” 

he held onto you tighter as he spoke, his eyes never breaking contact with your own. “y/n, padmé.. she’s lovely, but i don’t think of her that way, and i never have. i only have eyes for you. ever since i met you, you were the only person i’d ever wanted to call mine.” he told you, voice stern as he looked at you. “all of the things padmé has.. and you have them all and more. you’re beautiful, selfless, caring. everything. you make me smile, you make me laugh. you support me even if you don’t understand what i do, and i love that about you.” anakin laughed softly. he leaned forwards slightly, rubbing his nose against yours. that was his thing. it was adorable to you, how he did it without thinking. 

“i love you, y/n. i promise you, one day.. i’ll marry you. we’ll have a beautiful family.. settle down anywhere you want.” 

you nodded wordlessly. anakin always managed to leave you stunned. 

“i love you.” you told him. those were the only words you could think of at the moment. his arm wrapped around your shoulders and he pulled you into his side, leaning his head on top of yours. “i love you most.” 

you wanted to stay like that forever. 

unfortunately, not all stories have a happy ending.