#were shown how stunning naboo really is

[weregonnabecoolbeans]

Im sorry, how do people not like attack of the clones

[wutroows]

perfect (anakin skywalker x reader)

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. 

[eleanor-writes-stuff]

sign up now for a free trial! [part iv/vii]

Ben catches feelings and decides to take things to the next level with his long-time roommate, close friend, and occasional hook-up. Rey, ever the more sensible half of the duo, decides that they should make sure a relationship between them won’t be a total disaster first.

What they need is a trial run.

Featuring: awkward run-ins with a family member, even more awkward holidays with the whole family, and fluff. So much fluff. All the fluff.

Today on ARE THESE TWO MAKING YOU FEEL WARM AND FUZZY YET??: Ben calls Rey ‘sweetheart’! Three-hour road trip! Leia finally makes her big appearance and immediately puts Ben and Rey in the same bed room!

Part I | Part II | Part III Also available on AO3.

It’s a three-hour drive to Alderaan, and the plan is to leave right after lunch so that they’ll get there with plenty of daylight to spare.

Theoretically, that should have given them plenty of time to pack in the morning. In reality, they’d both overslept and now they’re rushing around the apartment in a mad panic to pack, get dressed, and have lunch in less than ninety minutes.

“Ben, do you want your–”

“Sweetheart, have you seen my–”

They bump into each other in the hallway, Ben instinctively reaching out to steady Rey as she holds up his faded University of Naboo sweatshirt.

“Ah,” Ben grins as Rey hands him the… borrowed article of clothing. “I should’ve known it would be with you.”

She’d donned it sometime last month, when she woke up in the middle of the night and blindly grabbed the first piece of clothing she could find before slipping out of Ben’s room and carefully tip-toeing past the master bedroom door on her way back to her own room. “I’ve been meaning to give it back to you,” Rey claims, “but you know Finn and I always do laundry together, and he would definitely have found it weird if he saw me washing your clothes.”

Ben stares at her. “You realize you could have just told him you borrowed it when you were cold and didn’t have any clean laundry? You borrow clothes from him and Poe all the time, anyway.”

“… Right. Of course.”

In truth, the idea hadn’t even occurred to Rey; towards the end she’d found herself growing somewhat paranoid of the guys finding out about her arrangement with Ben. Now she can admit to herself it was because she knew they would’ve sat her down and made her confront her growing feelings for Ben, but back then Rey told herself it was just to avoid any possible awkwardness. After all, Finn and Poe are in love and happily committed to each other; they wouldn’t have been able to understand her and Ben’s practical way of doing things.

Rather than admit to all of this, however, Rey chooses to focus on a more recent development. “Sweetheart?” she echoes questioningly. “That’s new.”

At some point while packing, Ben must have unknowingly tucked some of his hair behind his left ear, leaving said ear visible. Rey is hit by an overwhelming wave of fondness and affection when the tip of his ear turns just the slightest bit pink at her question.

“I couldn’t exactly call you that before,” he mumbles, dropping his eyes to the sweatshirt in his hands.

“You did, though,” Rey blurts out unthinkingly. “But… only when you were asleep,” she elaborates once Ben looks up. “Mostly you’d just whine a bit when I tried to leave in the middle of the night, and then you’d say don’t go, sweetheart.”

Ben shakes his head with a rueful grin. “All that time and effort trying to hide how I felt about you, when all along I’d been giving it away in my sleep.”

“And here I thought that’s just what you call all the girls,” she teases, backing away to return to her room. While Christmas itself is a rather laid back event in the Organa-Solo-Skywalker household, Leia has been known to go all out for her Christmas Eve party… which means Rey is going to need a dress, preferably one that hasn’t found its wrinkly way to the bottom of her closet.

“Hey, wait,” Ben reaches out for her hand, long fingers easily encircling her wrist. “You know there are no other girls, right?” he tells her, and she is struck by a sudden impulse to reach out and smooth the furrow between his brows. “There hasn’t been anyone else for a very long time now.”

Rey smiles, reaching up to loop her free hand around his neck. “I know,” she murmurs, pulling him close for a kiss. “There’s no one else for me, either.” Prior to these past few days, Rey doesn’t think she’d ever smiled into a kiss before. Now she finds herself doing it even as Ben tugs her closer to deepen the kiss.

The sweatshirt falls to the ground as Ben’s hands slide to the back of her thighs and lift her up, prompting Rey to wrap her legs around him.

“Ben,” she gasps, letting her head fall to his shoulder. Her voice sounds unfamiliar to her own ears, all giddy and breathless with a hint of laughter. “Ben, we don’t have time for this.”

“There’s always time for you, sweetheart,” he says, warm lips brushing against her temple.

They end up getting delayed by an hour.

It’s nearly three by the time they haul their bags down the street and get into Ben’s car, a sleek black Silencer he hadn’t been able to part with even after leaving behind everything else from his old life. You Solo men and your cars, Rey remembers Leia saying the first time she came to visit and found Ben’s car parked out front.

In any case, it’s a good and reliable car, one Rey is glad to be in as the clear roads of Coruscant give way to the ice- and rain-slicked twists and turns of Takodana. The road to Alderaan runs parallel to the length of Takodana’s forest, and Rey finds herself drifting in and out of sleep as Ben navigates the long, winding paths the state is known for.

Two hours into their drive they come across a signboard for Maz’s B&B, which Ben tells her indicates they’re about to cross state lines. Soon enough, the dense forest gives way to an expanse of snow-capped mountains, and Rey finds her nose practically pressed up against the window as she takes in the sight of Alderaan.

“It’s like something straight out of a postcard,” she marvels, catching sight of the sun’s brilliant reflection on the surface of a frozen lake.

When she turns to Ben, he spares her a glance as a smile blooms on his face, bright and open and unreserved. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

Rey nods, her eyes drifting back to the scenery. “Thank you for sharing this with me,” she tells Ben, reaching out for his free hand.

“I’m glad you’re here, Rey,” he murmurs, bringing her hand up to his lips even as he keeps his eyes on the road ahead.

It’s only once the Organa mansion comes into sight that Rey remembers something very, very important.

“Oh shit,” she says suddenly, an errant thought of how much Finn would like it here giving way to the more important thought of how Finn spent two whole months tracking down the perfect gifts for his boyfriend’s family while she’s shown up completely empty handed. “Presents!” she tells Ben when he turns to check on her. “We forgot presents!”

Ben laughs. To her absolute horror, Ben laughs. “Oh god, the look on your face.” He sobers up when she crosses her arms and huffs at his reaction. “Calm down, sweetheart. We don’t do presents in my family.”

“Oh, thank god,” Rey whispers, throwing her head back against the seat. “Wait, why not?” she asks once the relief has worked its way through her system.

“It’s just…” Ben shrugs. “It’s always been that way, ever since I was a teenager. I mean, everyone bought me gifts as a kid because that’s just what you do for kids, but none of the adults ever exchanged gifts. When I got older, I realized the people in my family only ever buy each other gifts when they’ve really, really fucked up. It didn’t feel right to have that be a part of Christmas, so I told my parents I was old enough to understand and we haven’t exchanged gifts since.”

Rey takes a moment to absorb that before asking a truly important question: “Do you still get birthday presents, at least?”

Ben shakes his head as the car slows to a stop at the gate and he rolls down his window to punch a code into the tiny keypad set into the wall. “Contrite bribery is a year-round tactic in this household, so it’s ruined gifts for pretty much any occasion you can think of. My parents aren’t even allowed to buy each other Valentine’s gifts anymore, not after a certain incident with the Falcon. Remind me to tell you about that sometime.”

“Okay,” Rey mumbles absently, too busy being stunned by the fact that the Organas have an actual goddamn circular driveway, the kind she’s only ever seen on TV and in pictures. There are three cars already parked in the driveway, one of which she recognizes as Luke’s. Ben parks right next to that one, and before she knows it they’re out of the car and making their way to the front door.

“This is really fucking fancy,” she whisper-hisses to Ben as they climb the set of stairs leading up to the entrance.

“Tell me about it,” he mutters in return as one of the doors – there are two of them, because of course there are – starts to move. “This place has been in the Organa family for as long as anyone can remember. If Alderaan had a castle, this would be it.”

The door opens to reveal Leia with a wide smile on her face, one that Rey can’t help but compare to the smile Ben had given her in the car when they first drove into Alderaan an hour ago.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” she calls out, crossing her arms as she waits for Ben and Rey to reach her. By the time they’ve crossed the threshold her smile has turned into a smirk, and for a terrible moment Rey thinks this is it, this is the moment the endless teasing starts–

“My idiot prodigal son, home at last,” Leia announces grandly, allowing a beat for her statement to sink in before she moves to pull Ben down for a hug. “Hi, Rey,” she adds over her son’s shoulder, throwing her a smile.

Ben remains practically folded over in half until his mother steps out of the hug and ushers them further into the house, closing the door behind them.

“Dinner’s in an hour,” Leia tells them, eyeing their bags. “You two should bring those up and go get settled in. I’ll holler when food’s ready.”

“Okay,” Ben says, already guiding Rey towards the staircase. “The usual room for me, I’m guessing. Where do you want Rey?” On the drive over he’d told her that despite the seemingly infinite number of rooms in the Organa mansion, Leia has always been very particular about only preparing a select few for guest use at any given time. Ben learned a long time ago not to offer up just any room to their guests, and to consult his mother beforehand.

“Oh, I’ve set aside the blue room for the both of you,” Leia tells them, her casual tone belied by the twinkle in her eyes. “Luke mentioned you two might appreciate the… added space.”

While Rey gapes at Leia and Ben drops his eyes to the ground, the man in question can be heard stomping around upstairs. Just seconds later, he appears at the top of the stairs.

“I most certainly did not!” Luke protests, glaring down at his twin. “My exact words were you won the bet, and that is all I said,” he assures Ben and Rey.

Leia scoffs and waves a dismissive hand at her brother. “Oh, whatever. You implied that–”

“Don’t you put words in my mouth, Madame Senator–”

Rey watches in amazement as Senator Leia Organa, an idol of hers, and Professor Luke Skywalker, the most composed man she knows, get caught up in a bickering match the likes of which would be better suited to a couple of sulky teenagers.

Beside her, Ben groans and hides his face in the curve of her neck. “Please don’t let my crazy family scare you off,” he pleads against her shoulder.

Despite the strange, unsettling sensation of stepping into an alternate reality, Rey rests her head against Ben’s and vows, “Never.”

Day 4! We're officially past the halfway-point, with only three more chapters (but five more days??) to go.

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