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[little-miss-vader]

Driven To You

Pairing: AU!CarGuy!AnakinxReader

Summary: Y/N has a small crush (obsession) with a car guy in her class and is so wrapped up in avoiding him, she doesn’t realize she might have actually caught his eye.

Directly inspired by the photos of Hayden driving/being around cars bc mmmmmmm delicious.

A/N: IM BACK BABY. SORRY FOR BEING GONE SO LONG I LOVE YALL. ENJOY! P.s. THE TITLE IS CHEESY AND THE WRITING IS EVEN CHEESIER. SORRY IM FEELING ROMANTICAL. This is a slow burn and i intend to do more parts!!!

Word Count: 6.9k

There was a sense of dread that always came over you upon waking up. You’d immediately think of all the things you had to achieve in the day. The thought alone would make your sheets feel all the more inviting whilst making fibres of the carpeted floor in your bedroom look like searing hot needles. This morning though, as you poured the boiling water from the kettle into the cheap insulated mug your college had given you as an acceptance gift, you smiled to yourself. Your roommates were still asleep. You had chosen your courses too late to be picky about what time slot you’d be scheduled with, and the quiet in your little apartment made plenty of room for you to listen to the music you had blasting through your headphones. You stirred your coffee and placed the lid on the tumbler before picking up your bag and keys. You slipped on the shoes you’d meticulously picked the night before and headed out the door, making sure to lock it twice. The dodgy door had a lock that wouldn’t properly latch unless you pulled it whilst locking it — but it worked, is what your landlord had told you and your roommates.

You stared down at your outfit while you walked. When you applied for a fashion degree, you hadn’t quite had the forethought to realize you not only needed to be good at what you did, you had to look like it too. It wasn’t a school mandated rule but it was some sort of unspoken requirement amongst your peers. You’d never been good at making friends and the treatment you had been getting from dressing comfortably during your first semester wasn’t helping your case. Now, dressing well was all you ever did. Leaving the house in clothes that weren’t carefully picked made you almost uncomfortable, even just going to the convenience store on the corner was a mission. You decided to stop hyper-fixating on whether or not the pattern on your skirt was vintage in a cute way or vintage in a grandma way because either way, it would be considered better than leggings and a big sweater.

“If it gauges a reaction, it’s fashion.” Is what your professor always told you. You were careful to only step on the tiles of the sidewalks, never the seams, and you always waited a second after the crosswalk signal went from red to white, just incase some insane city driver forgot what a red light meant. You’d narrowly avoided cars a handful of times during your walks to campus and learned it’s better to be patient.

As you walked you wondered if you’d see him today, the blond boy with the loud car and even louder friends. He was the reason Wednesdays were less daunting to you. It was the one day a week you had a class with him. He seemed kind and quiet which was a vast contrast when you looked at who and what he surrounded himself with. He had an odd name too. You only knew that because you both took the same boring and useless elective course. You didn’t shake away the thoughts, the feeling of a crush always made you excited. Making up stories about them in your head and fantasizing about how they liked their tea was all good fun to you, especially when you knew you’d never speak to the person.

You felt around the outside of your bag on your side until you felt the spirals on your hard covered sketch pad and let out a small sigh when you were reassured that you brought it with you. Your head whipped around at the sound of a loud exhaust coming your way and you smiled to yourself while thinking about how you were psychic and manifesting him, completely ignoring the fact that he was in the class you were making your way to. The yellow car came into view and you prayed it would make it past the yellow light ahead of you. The car was fast enough to do so but you’d never seen him drive fast before. That was another interesting thing to you. A car guy who doesn’t drive like an asshole was almost unheard of.

Your eyes flickered over to the now red light as you saw the car slow down right in front of where you were to cross the street to access the campus. You almost debated walking to the next cross walk and doubling back to avoid walking in front of him. You looked at the time on the giant clock on the front of the campus building and sighed. You couldn’t be late during mid term season. You waited a second when the crosswalk signal switched from a red hand to a walking figure. Your eyes, hidden under sunglasses, watched him in his car. His arm was rested on the door panel and he was biting his thumb nail, looking ahead of the wheel with his other hand lazily draped over it. He either hadn’t seen you yet, or he didn’t care to look at you. Both options seemed to relieve you as you walked. You shook your head to hide your face with your hair and pretended to text somebody on your phone, in reality you were simply typing gibberish into your notes app. You were sure he had seen you for the small duration that you’d walked in front of your car and the thought made you speed up your strides.

As you walked across the grass and towards the door you heard his car drive in to your left and park where he always parked. You smiled to yourself, thinking of the mild annoyance he must have faced when he saw a rusted Prius parked in his spot just a few days ago. It was perfect for you though, from where he was forced to park you could finally see the front view of his car perfectly through the window you always sat at and it made for a decent addition to your sketchbook. You blushed to yourself when you realized just how many sketches you had of his car. You didn’t even like cars, in fact you had sneakily walked behind his car in the parking lot once just to see which model it even was. You just liked him but drawing him seemed far too delusional, even for your liking. Besides, you were never good at drawing faces anyways.

You pushed the large door to the lecture hall and it swung open with ease. You greeted your professor who was nose deep in her kindle at her desk, she barely even muttered a response back. You smiled to yourself when you realized you were the only other person there. It was a smaller class but this gave you time to sit and sketch an outline of your muse, to be completed later. You settled down in your usual spot and snapped a quick photo to reference later before opening your sketchbook. You flipped to the back of the book where your secret drawings were. Not very well kept but nobody was looking through your notebook anyways.

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head when you saw a figure move outside the window. You watched through your peripherals as Anakin slid out of his car and closed the door. He adjusted his pants, which looked about four sizes too big, and locked the car before walking out of view toward the building. You squeezed your eyes in embarrassment and placed your pencil within the spirals, shutting your book slowly. You’d been so eager to draw the stupid car you didn’t check to see if he’d left it yet. You hoped to whoever was listening, whatever greater force there was, that he didn’t see you taking a photo.

You sat there in silence, staring at the wall and jumped when the door opened even though you were entirely aware he would walk in at any moment. You didn’t look at him. You placed your fist under your chin and stared down at your cellphone as he walked to his normal spot. Four rows to your left and two rows back. He sat right in the middle of the back of the class. You wondered what kind of person that made him. Clearly he wanted to be seen by the teacher, but maybe he sat at the back because he wasn’t eager to participate.

You milled the theories over in your head as other students began to file in. You noticed Anakin had come in alone. He usually had his friend with him but today, his friend came in late. He chucked a wrapper of some sort at Anakin and sat next to him. Anakins soft laugh made your heart do a flip and you leaned further into your hand. His voice was deep and it carried quite far even though he was speaking softly to his friend who made no effort to use his inside voice. You didn’t even notice the time fly by as you gazed at the chalkboard behind your professor, watching as the words she wrote turned into jumbled letters from staring for too long.

The bustling of people around you getting up to leave caught your attention and you began to pack up your things with haste. You picked up your bag and pulled it over your shoulder, taking care not to trip down the narrow and steep stairs of the lecture hall. You noticed Anakin and his friend sitting at their seats. They were deep in conversation as they moved at a snails pace to pack up their things. You, on the other hand, were itching to go home to watch whatever dumb show your roommate had on and eat.

The sun was bright when you pushed open the door that led you to the parking lot, causing your eyes to squint. You pulled your sunglasses off their perch on your head and placed them snug on your nose before you heard the door swing open behind you. Your head just barely turned but the sound of a man’s voice calling your name made you swivel on your heels.

“Hey, Y/N.” Anakin said as he approached you. His keys that hung from his front belt loop jingled with each step he took and you looked at him dumbfounded. The class was small but to know your name, that took a little bit of effort surely. “You forgot your charger. At least I think it’s yours. You’re the only one who sits by where it was.” He held out a small white block attached to a matching white cord. You held your hand out with an appreciative smile and he dropped the charger in your palms.

“Yeah it’s mine. Thank you.” You spoke as you shoved the cord into your over stuffed bag. His head moved in a nodding motion.

“No problem.” He said curtly. Your eyes trailed him over for a second before you decided that was likely the end of the interaction and you began to turn.

“Do you like cars?” He asked. You began to panic as you thought of the embarrassing photo you’d taken earlier. You desperately clambered your brain for an answer.

“Not really. Why?” You realized your words seemed a bit harsher than intended and you threw in a polite smile to soften the blow.

“Oh no reason.” He shrugged. You weren’t sure if you were just trying to relax yourself or if he truly hadn’t watched you snap a photo from the large, untinted window of the lecture hall. “There’s a car meet tonight. Just wanted to know if you’d be interested.” He finished and you looked at him. You tried to understand exactly what was going on and why it was going on but your brain left you with no answers.

“No that sounds fun.” You answered before you could think but his eyes lit up ever so slightly and your heart pounded a little louder than usual.

“Oh cool. It’s kind of like a super hushed thing though, a lot of these cars are technically not allowed to be on the roads.” He started and you looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, shifting your weight. “You’ll see what I mean. I can pick you up or did you want to meet there?” He leaned against the wall behind him.

“Pick me up. 42 Queen, apartment 215.” You smiled. “I’m not gonna get arrested right?” You asked and it pulled a laugh from Anakin. He shook his head and you revelled in the way his hair flopped over his head.

“Not on my watch.” He said through a straight teethed smile. “42 Queen. 215. Got it. I’ll be there at around nine.”

You looked at him with raised eyebrows. “Nine? My bed time is ten. I have class in the morning.” You said only partially joking. Anakin rolled his eyes, a disbelieving smile on his face.

“Car meets like this don’t happen before sundown.” He crossed his arms over his chest and you sighed dramatically. Despite your internal panic you kept your composure quite well. For that you commended yourself.

“Fine. I’m doing this for the promise of fun. So I better have fun.” You stated as you began to step back from him. He smiled at you, a knowing smile that signalled that you wouldn’t be disappointed. You took your leave, bidding him goodbye with a nod before walking as fast as you could to your apartment. He watched you scurry away with his hands shoved in his pockets before pushing himself off the wall and heading to his car.

When you got home you went straight to your room and sent your roommate a text, briefing her on the news of today. An excited smile was seemingly permanently plastered on your face. You laid your things on your bed and grabbed your sketchbook before making your way to your small desk. You heard a knock on your bedroom door as you began to sketch away at the drawing of the car, this time it included Anakin sitting inside. The photo you took captured it perfectly. You mumbled for whoever was at the door to come in. Your roommate Jean cracked your door open.

“Busy?” She asked as she entered the room fully, closing the door behind her. You pulled your headphones off one ear and turned to her with a shrug.

“Just drawing.” You muttered as she walked over and looked over your shoulder at the sketch. She knew about Anakin, all three of your roommates did, but she knew about absolutely everything. The drawings included.

“God, you’re insane.” She said jokingly with her eyes peering over your shoulder and you threw your pencil at her. She laughed and picked it up off the floor before placing it on your desk. She leaned against the surface and crossed her arms. “I’m really happy for you, Y/N/N.” She smiled down at you and you wrapped your arms around her waist with a smile. She uncrossed her arms to run her hands through your hair gently.

“Thanks, Bean.” You fondly used the name Bean for her, she wouldn’t dare let anybody else call her that. her boyfriend tried it once and she shot him a death glare so intense he apologized profusely. She was a bit intimidating. Tall, black dyed hair, piercings and tattoos. The whole nine yards. You pulled away from the embrace. Her hands held your hair as you retreated and dropped it gently before returning to their crossed position over her chest.

“Your hairs getting so long.” She was in school for cosmetology and was usually the only reason you looked presentable. You looked down at your hair and nodded.

“I guess it is.” You sighed. You knew she could tell that there was something on your mind and you sighed again. Her blue eyes felt as though they had pierced into your soul and you looked up at her.

“So a date… You never mentioned how it happened.” She sat down on the floor beside your chair. Her arms crossed over your knees as you turned to face her and she rested her chin on her folded limbs, eyes staring up into yours in excitement.

“Not a date. He never explicitly said that. That being said, I left my charger in class so he came and gave it to me and we just talked for a minute.” You smiled and she laughed in disbelief.

“So you didn’t talk to him first. What are the chances? Maybe God does exist.” She mused and you rolled your eyes, your hand reached for a pen on your desk and you clicked it before beginning to colour in one of her tattoos.

———

The hours went by slowly, probably because you were watching the clock every chance you got. You had already changed, and then changed back into what you had on before as not to look like you were trying too hard. You’d redone your makeup and fixed your hair. You brushed your teeth and ate. You even finished an assignment and it hadn’t even struck 7pm yet. You groaned as you walked out of your room. Your roommate was sitting on the couch in front of the television, her eyes flicked over to you with a smirk upon her features.

“Antsy?” She questioned you and you pouted as you approached the fridge, looking for a snack to pass the time.

“Only a little.” You rolled your eyes as you sat the the kitchen bench with a banana. Her hand raised with the remote as she switched from Netflix to Spotify. You watched as she put on a playlist before coming to where you were sat in the kitchen. She reached under the counter into the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of cheap champagne. The sight made you nauseous. Last time you’d seen that type of bottle you were face down in a toilet by midnight. “No.” You started and she laughed.

“Just a few. You’re wound up too tight right now. One or two drinks over the next two hours won’t kill you.” She smiled, waving the bottle in your face and you groaned again. With a hesitant hand you reached out and grabbed the large glass bottle from her. She turned around and opening the fridge with an excited squeal as she grabbed the orange juice. “Mimosas make everything better.” She smiled.

You took the liberty of grabbing two of the delicate glasses she bought for these kind of drinks and placing them on the counter. Jean was a bartender at a fancy golf course so she always had the means to make a good drink at her disposal. It almost worried you sometimes.

“Mimosas feel like a brunch thing.” You mumbled as she poured the glasses 3/4 of the way with champagne and topped them off with what seemed like two drops of orange juice. She smiled, her head tilted as she looked at you.

“Mimosas deserve to be enjoyed all day, any day.” She slid the glass to you carefully and held her own in the air. “To Anakin, I guess.” She said with a shrug and you raised your own glass, clinking it gently with her own before downing half the drink. It was cold and refreshing, and surprisingly, if you hadn’t known it had alcohol in it you never would have noticed.

She was right, the next two hours were spent talking about Anakin. You showed her his instagram where he had no pictures of his actual face. She theorized on how he likely had a crush on you, and you brushed it off. It wasn’t long before you found yourself at the bottom of your second drink and heard a knock at the front door. Your eyes widened as you stared at her and she laughed.

“Go open it before he leaves.” She whispered and you scrambled off the couch and walked over to the door. You unbolted the locks and cracked the door open.

You saw his tall frame stood in front of you, hands shoved in his pockets as per usual. You smiled and opened the door fully.

“Hi.” He said with a soft smile. His eyes moved around your apartment and landed on the bottle of Prosecco and orange juice on the counter. “Pregaming I see?” He asked, his eyebrow raised ever so slightly.

You heard your roommate speak from behind you and you could have jumped out of your skin. She was always such a quiet walker.

“Just a little. I’m Jean.” She stuck her hand out and you watched as Anakin shook it.

“Anakin.” He responded.

“Have her home by one.” She smiled as you slipped on your shoes. You rolled your eyes and looked behind you, shooting daggers at her and she shrugged. “Keep your location on.” She said and you groaned in response.

“Okay. I love you.” You mumbled and she responded with the same words back before you ushered Anakin out of your apartment. You heard the door lock behind you and you sighed. “Sorry she’s just like that. All the time.” You laughed gently and he smiled.

“No she seems cool.” He nodded. The two of you walked down the corridor and into the elevator silently before you piped up.

“So what exactly is a car meet?” You asked, your head turned up toward the boy who stood tall next to you.

“It’s when people with cool cars meet up.” He said, he looked down at you with a smile and an embarrassed blush rose to your cheeks. Seemed clear enough.

“Right. Just making sure.” You nodded and he smiled as the doors of the elevator opened. You followed him out as he led you to where he’d parked. You felt a sense of anxiety surrounding the situation, a new place with a new person made you feel a little uneasy.

When his car came into view you felt your heartbeat quicken and when he opened the door for you, you could have sworn you felt faint.

Anakin leaned on the door panel as you got in before shutting it once he saw you were completely settled. He walked around to the front of the car and sat in the drivers seat as you looked around the vehicle you’d only ever seen from the outside. It felt surreal. The small amount of alcohol in your system was nice but it wasn’t helping much as you watched him settle in the seat and turn the key in the ignition.

His hand pushed at the shifter and the car began to move. “I might have to drive a little faster. Turns out it started at 9 so we’re technically late.” He mumbled as he drove out of the parking lot. You stared out the windshield.

“As long as you don’t kill us.” You smiled and you heard his laugh in return.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He chuckled again as he turned onto the road. He began to speed up and your feet pushed against the floor mat to steady yourself. The roads were mostly clear which was good, you weren’t in the mood to swerve through traffic today. The car was loud over the music playing in his car and your eyes scanned over the radio to see what the song was called. You’d never heard of the artist but it was definitely something you’d listen to. You made a mental note to save the song to your phone as he drove quickly and carefully at the same time. It surprised you how effortless it looked and felt.

“Who taught you how to drive?” You asked when he came to a red light and he placed his hand on the shifting knob, wiggling it left to right as he waited for the light to change.

“I did. My dad owned a shop and would let me drive the cars to and from the lot. When i learned the basics I would take the cars out at night.” He smiled fondly at the memory, causing a smile of your own to creep onto your lips.

“That seems nice.” You responded. “I never learned.” He looked at you for a moment as he sped down the brightly lit streets of the city.

“I could teach you.” He shrugged and you looked at him for the first time since being in the car with him.

“I couldn’t ask that of you.” You shook your head and he shook his right back at you.

“No it would be my pleasure. I like doing this. I’d love to teach somebody else how to do it.” As he spoke, a car head began to take a left turn before he was able to make a right turn and he laid his hand on the horn for a second and the other car stopped to let him go. “I’d love to teach you so I could know you were aware of who has the right of way when making a left. Jesus they just give licenses out to anybody these days.” You laughed gently at his passive comment to the other driver. “I swear I only encounter scary drivers when I have somebody else in the car.” He chuckled and you rolled your eyes.

“Maybe you’re the bad driver.” You said jokingly and he smiled, his eyes shined under the street lamps.

“Yeah, maybe.” He mused as he pulled into a parking lot. It was full of cars and you could hear bass heavy music playing in the distance. He parked his car next to the rest of them and you watched as people glanced over, taking notice of the new vehicle in the parking lot.

“See? It’s literally a meet up for cars.” He said with a grunt as he pulled his emergency break up as high as it could go before turning the car off. The two of you exited the vehicle and he locked it before walking over to your side.

“I see that.” You responded and he smiled sheepishly.

“It’s kinda lame. Just didn’t wanna come alone and you seem nice enough to fall for it.” He said, a joking tone laced his voice. You let out an exaggerated breath and shook your head.

“You were right to think so.” You looked around at the cars around you. There was no more than 50 but you’d never seen this many people and cars in one spot.

He spent the night showing you around, explaining what cars he liked, asking you which ones you liked, and stopping to say hi to people briefly. About an hour in you began to understand why this could be fun, people were doing drifts and burnouts in the empty side of the parking lot and truth be told it was interesting to watch, especially when you knew you could never do that. It seemed he was well known in the community, that would explain why people stared as he drove in.

“Do you still race?” Anakin was talking to yet another guy who was standing by his own car. Anakin shook his head.

“Not since I got that ticket.” He responded. The guy laughed.

“You’re better than the rest of us. I think I have three tickets now.” He chuckled and Anakin rolled his eyes.

“If I was living in my moms basement with a job at the pizza shop I’d have three tickets too, man.” He laughed and the other guy laughed in unison. Anakin pushed his fist against the other ones and began to walk away. You chuckled and he looked down at you. “What’s funny?” He asked curiously.

“Nothing. I would have taken what you said personally but he just brushed it off like it was nothing.” You smiled and he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Didn’t you recognize him? He’s my buddy from the class we’re in together.” He said with a smirk and your eyes widened.

“Oh my god, it was. I didn’t even notice. I should have said hello.” You groaned and he laughed again.

“Now you’re the rude one.” He said with a tilt of his head and you sighed.

“I guess I am.” You responded. You walked next to him, glancing over at cars. You learned you had an affinity for Miata’s. Almost ever car you liked tonight had been a Miata. “You raced?” You asked.

“Yeah. It was fun. I’m gonna do it again soon, just wanted to lay low after I got booked.” He shrugged, his hands found their way into his pockets again. You nodded. You always had an idea of him, and he was proving those ideas to be wrong. You couldn’t help but like the truth of the matter just a little better than the fantasy version of him you had made up.

“Damn, Marty’s here.” He grinned as he pointed to a hot dog stand in the distance. “Honest to God he makes the best hotdogs you’ll ever have. Let me get you one. Have you eaten?” He asked excitedly and even though you had, you couldn’t help but enable his excitement.

“I could eat.” You smiled and he beamed, making a bee line for the hotdog stand.

“Good ‘cause I’m starving.” He called over his shoulder and you sped up to keep up with him. A laugh escaped you as you noticed how fast he was walking.

“Slow down.” You laughed as you reached for his arm. You caught him and grabbed him gently to pull him back. He stopped to let you catch up and looked down at you.

“Maybe you should speed up.” He looked down at you while your hand gripped his arm. Your stomach did a flip as you stopped in your tracks, looking up at his eyes. You’d never noticed how blue they were. The two of you stood silently, looking at each other, before you heard the sound of his stomach grumbling. Your laughter wasn’t easily contained when he looked down at his stomach.

“Yeah let’s get you your hotdog.” You smiled, he chuckled and let his arm drop down just far enough where it grazed your hand and your entire arm erupted in goosebumps. Your hand instinctively went to grab his hand. Your fingers twitching to hold his hand made his hand stop and slowly intertwine with yours. You never broke the eye contact and you felt as if you could hear him speak through just the emotion in his eyes. You had to breathe manually when he started walking toward the hotdog stand again.

He ordered two, one for both of you and pulled out his wallet to hand Marty a bill. He had to let go of your hand to do so but the warmth in your heart bloomed when he went to hold it again as soon as he put his wallet back in his pocket. A small blush rose to your cheeks. He told the man to keep the change and handed you one of the hotdogs. The two of you took turns using the condiments on the side of the cart before sitting down on a curb right next to it.

“How is it?” He asked, his mouth half full. You smiled as you finished chewing.

“Really good. Haven’t had a hot dog in forever.” You smiled and he nodded, humming in agreement. You noticed people begin to leave and you pulled your phone from your bag and noticed it had only been two hours. “It’s not even that late yet.” You said and he looked around. You followed his gaze to red and blue lights flashing in the distance and he stood up.

“Time to go.” He mumbled as he threw the last bit of his food away and you followed him, throwing yours away as well. Your chest began to fill with a small sense of anxiety, you’d never dealt with the cops before. You’d been relatively well behaved your entire life so situations like this were alien to you.

He walked calmly toward his car and you stuck to his heel. As you approached the yellow vehicle he pulled his keys off his belt loop and unlocked your side, opening the door and allowing you to enter fully before shutting it and walking over to his own side.

When he got in the car he placed the key in the ignition and glanced over at you. “We haven’t done anything. My car, while extremely modified, is almost perfectly legal.” He smiled assuringly and you nodded before realizing he said almost.

“Almost?” You asked and he shrugged as he began to push the car into gear.

“Yeah. Almost. Nothing big. If I get out of here now they won’t bother ticketing me.” He mumbled as he checked his surroundings before finding a gap between the other cars that were leaving.

You held onto the door panel tightly as he drove, anxiety bubbling up more every second. You were always prone to freaking out. He took a right from the parking lot and began to drive with the other cars around him. They were definitely all doing speeds that would get them in trouble on the small backstreet. You looked at him again and he glanced into his rear view.

“See? It was only one cop car and now it’s stuck in the parking lot.” You turned your body to glance out the back windshield and slumped back into your seat with a huff, followed by a small laugh.

“I was really freaking out for a minute.” You mumbled causing Anakin to let out a short belly laugh.

“Yeah. You should see how it feels to be booked during a race. That’ll get your blood pumping.” He had a tone in his way of speaking that made you think that one day you might experience exactly what he was talking about. His words almost distracted you from his fast driving.

As he turned down your neighbourhood he slowed down. There was no more cars with you guys and he seemed to relax in his seat.

“Sorry for that.” He started. “And for cutting the night short.” He smiled apologetically, only letting his eyes leave the road for a moment to flash it at you.

“Oh it’s fine.” You mused. “It was kinda fun.” You smiled back at him and your grip on his door loosened. You watched as he pulled into the small crescent driveway of your apartment building and parked the car. “I’d like to do that again, and maybe watch you race one day.” You finished as you collected your purse from its spot at your feet.

“I’d like that too, only if you’re being serious. I can’t tell with you.” He smiled and you rolled your eyes.

“I am.” You insisted as you plopped the purse in your lap and looked at him. “I see you drive every Wednesday. I’ve never seen you drive like that before, though.” You mentioned and it raised a hum from him.

“I only do it when I need to. Sometimes when I want to. Driving to school doesn’t exactly ignite my excitement.” He shrugged and you sent him a playful look.

“What warrants your excitement then?” You asked, leaning your elbow on his centre console and placing your chin in your palm.

“Ah the usual, cars, racing, pretty girls in grandma skirts.” He shrugged and your mouth dropped, a mix of a gasp and laugh flew out of you as you rolled your eyes and lifted your head.

“I like my grandma skirt.” You mused. His compliment settled in your stomach, making it so somersaults.

“I didn’t say I don’t.” His voice was quiet as he looked at you and a blush rose to your cheeks. His hand reached out to brush against yours and you let him grab it.

He brushed his thumb along the back of your hand as the two of you sat in a silent tension. The air in the car seemed thick during the silent conversation you had with your eyes. He cleared his throat, averted his gaze and dropping your hand before pulling his keys out of the car.

“I’ll walk you in, it’s late.” He mumbled as he reached across you and pushed your door open. You couldn’t help but feel mildly disconcerted at his reaction. He seemed so confident in his ability to flirt with you. You couldn’t pin point why he didn’t kiss you, it was one of the most obvious opportunities you’d ever seen. Regardless, you stepped out of his car.

“Sure.” You called behind you as you shut the door. He met you at the front end of the vehicle after locking it and walked next to you. The automatic doors of the building opened and you led him to the elevators. His hands were in their usual place, deep in his pockets as you pressed the button. You looked at him from your peripherals, agonizing over the suddenly awkward tension that filled the air between you two.

As you waited in the elevator you sighed. He looked at you, you pretended you didn’t notice, and the doors opened. The small hallway revealed itself through the elevator doors and you stepped out before him. He was hot on your tail when you finally approached the door and pulled out your keys.

“Can I get your number?” He asked from behind you and you froze, your key only inches away from the lock. You turned to him and nodded, stating off your number. You watched as he typed it in and turned his phone to you, you smiled when you saw your contact name had a grandma emoji next to it and nodded, confirming that he put the number in correctly. Your feelings were in a constant state of fluctuation. You couldn’t pin point whether he didn’t like you, or if he was just an awkward individual. Surely, somebody who looks like Anakin could never be so socially inept. Stranger things have happened, though.

He placed his phone in his pocket before letting his eyes fall on you again, your heartbeat raced as you waited for him to say something. Your eyes searched his desperate to find a hint of what he was thinking but you couldn’t pin point anything.

“Thank you.” He whispered. “For coming with me. It was really nice.” He continued and you nodded your head again. It seemed that was all you could do. You tried to push out some words.

“Me too.” You said and furrowed your eyebrows in embarrassment. “I mean. Sorry. I meant to say no problem. It really was fun.” You scrambled for words to avoid looking like an idiot. He smiled, his hand reached up and rested on your cheek. Your breath stopped for a moment as he used his hand to raise your face toward his. His lips brushed softly against yours and your eyes fluttered shut.

It was over before you even got to understand what happened and he dropped his hand gently, stepping back. He placed his hands back in his pocket as your eyes opened again. You could have died right then and you’d die happy.

“Sorry. Should I have asked before I did that? I feel like I should have asked.” It was his turn to ramble and you laughed gently, shaking your head.

“No it’s okay. I was waiting for you to grow a pair and do that.” You smiled as you turned around to unlock your door.

“Well good thing I grew a pair, huh?” He asked and you turned to him as you opened the door to your dark apartment. Your roommate was likely passed out after finishing the rest of the bottle.

“A great thing, really.” You whispered and he shot you a smile.

“Well, get some rest. I’ll shoot you a text later.” He whispered back as he began to back himself down the hallway again. “Goodnight, Y/N.” He smiled.

“Goodnight, Anakin.” You responded before you stepped into your apartment and locked the door behind you. You hadn’t even gotten your shoes off before your phone buzzed in your purse.

“Hi. It’s later. Wanna do this again soon?” The text from an unknown number read. You laughed quietly to yourself as you typed in a quick response.

“Yeah but you’re gonna have to pick me up until I get a license.” You responded.

“I have 0 issue with that. Besides. I told you I’d teach you how to drive. :)” You laughed at the text as you entered your room for the night.

“Deal. Goodnight. Drive safe.” You responded, your tired body and mind didn’t even let you change or wash your face as you laid in bed. Your eyes fell shut as you heard another vibration come through on your phone but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at it. You told yourself you’d take a look in the morning, but the longer you went without seeing the text, the more antsy you got.

“I’m gonna have to. Gotta take a pretty girl on another date soon. Goodnight.” The text sat in front of your eyes and you let out an excited squeal before tossing your phone on the bed. You cuddled into your sheets and let yourself fall asleep, only hoping to dream of him just so you could see him again.

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The Subtleties of the Force

You are from this world, but at a convetion you stumble into the world between worlds, eventually falling into the Star Wars galaxy. Slow burn Anakinxreader content due to reader trying to keep the timeline straight. This is a long one, as I had put all chapters below so strap in. Begins at the start of AOTC Fem reader, I hope you enjoy.

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The convention hall was packed with people and you had somehow gotten separated from your group of friends. Well you say friends but really they were work colleagues and you were sure they had only invited you to make up the numbers for the cheap tickets. You didn't really care, you'd wanted to get to the convention, especially as some of your favourite actors would be there and this seemed like the only way. Figuring they'd ditched you on purpose you decided you'd make the most of the day and just meet them at the bus that evening. That was how you had found yourself wondering the rooms one by one. In a corridor lined with blue carpets and yellow walls you saw a plaque. Starwars merchandise. Awesome you thought, exactly what you had come here for. Moving closer you wondered why no one else was there but decided it simply put out of place and other people hadn't found it yet. The door handle is hot when you take hold of it. A rush of wind hits you as you enter the darkened room. This wasn't right. The plaque must have been put there by mistake; there was nothing here. You feel around with your hands when you see a small line of light appear around your feet. Like water rippling away from your steps. Then a voice calls to you, not to you but it's calling out and you recognise it. Maybe it's one of your coworkers and you rush forward searching for anything. The only light was around your feet until you saw it. Like a screen on a wall you saw you see a flash of a tunic and a blue light spinning. Keeping your breath as quiet as possible you step forward watching as Obi-Wan Kenobi trains Anakin Skywalker. You worry that you've stumbled on a secret screening. Without thinking about what you were doing you reach your hand close to the scene and whisper Anakin's name. Both men turn to you. Their eyes locked on yours. 

"What on earth is that?" The older Jedi asks. Your heart starts to race. 

"Hello there?" He speaks with a cautious smile. 

"Hello." You whisper still not sure if they were speaking to you. 

"Perhaps you should come down off the ceiling?" Anakin said, stepping forward and reaching toward you. His master taps his shoulder, keeping him from approaching. 

"We should practise some restrain here, my Padawan." 

"But look at her master, she needs our help." Anakin steps past his master and reaches up to you. His hand comes so close to you. You are sure you can smell the sweet air of the training room. Panic sets in and you turn on your heel running away. Surely the door was this way. Another screen appears and you see the two men once more, they are on a frozen planet. They see you again, and once more they call to you. You run. 

It happened again screen, Jedi, panic running four more times it happens until you turn blindly, your heartbeat thumping in your throat and you trip. Falling forward into a body. The darkness is gone, replaced by a stark brightness. You feel a hard object below you and hear the 'oof' as hands take hold of your shoulders. 

"You're here?" The voice says, pulling your attention back to what was happening. Looking up you see you had crashed directly into Anakin Skywalker. 

"Master! She is here." He called out and Obi-Wan ran onto the balcony. 

"It's been a year, and you're finally here. Actually here." The padawan continues. 

"What? Where am I?" You ask pushing away from him and looking for a way out. 

"Stop. Please stop." 

You can't help but comply to the masters voice. You'd spent your whole life listening to it. You stand still, your back to them. 

"I don't know what's happening." You say quietly. 

"Shall we start with your name?" Obi-Wan asked. 

"Y/n" you say, turning toward them. No, no, looking at them is worse somehow, but you don't turn away. 

"I'm Obi-Wan-"

"Kenobi, I know and you're Anakin Skywalker." You interrupt him. 

"Why can't I read you?" Anakin rushes the words out. You shake your head. 

"You're right Anakin, you aren't giving off any signs of Force." 

"This is a joke right? Are you being paid to do this? A TV show?" You ask, backing yourself against the wall. 

"We're Jedi, we do not get paid to do anything." Anakin says. 

"Perhaps we should take you to the council, they may understand what is happening better than us." Obi-Wan says. 

"You're not on the council yet?" You ask, looking at the red haired man. 

"You are a strange one. Will you come with us?" He points to the door and you nod. The master walks forward taking the lead and Anakin falls in behind you. To your surprise you emerge into a large hallway, the floor is silky smooth and the walls made of brown pillars. This was much more than a joke. 

"Is this all real?" You ask, more to yourself than to the two men. 

"Well we think so." Obi-Wan laughs. 

You feel like a prisoner as they walk on either side of you. Wishing you could run and hide, though you knew they would know this building better than you and if they really are Jedi they'd catch you instantly. 

The doors to the council room loomed over you as you waited, your heartbeat began to race again and your chest started to tighten. The palms of your hands felt clammy. You knew this feeling, you'd had it plenty of times before. This was the start of a panic attack. 

"I don't, I don't want to go in there." You say, though your voice is hardly more than a whisper. Both men hear you and turn to you. 

"Y/n, are you okay?" Obi-Wan asks, resting a hand on your shoulder. The touch shocks your body and you turn, running before your mind catches up with what you are doing. You run as fast as your legs can take you, turning a corner and flopping into a darkened corner. You faigley hear Obi-Wan tell Anakin to check a different way to him and pull your knees up closer to your body, trying to hide yourself. 

You feel him in front of you first, his presence is heavy, but it lightens your chest. 

"Hey, y/n. You're fast, faster than us." He laughs, crouching down to your height. You slowly look up to him. 

"How, you have the force run?" You ask. 

"Force run." He breaths out, through your panicked mind his voice is familiar and it soothes you. 

"I know this place can be scary, I came here when I was nine. The council were pretty harsh but they mean well." He is trying to comfort you. 

"I know, I know what they said to you, but I'm not you Anakin, I'm not the chosen one or even a Jedi I'm just me. I'm not even from this place." You ramble 

"This place, you mean this planet? Where are you from, how do you know what they said to me?" Anakin asked. 

"I, where I'm from you're…all of this is a story, just a story. It's not real." You speak through your panting breath. 

"Not real? I'm as real as you can get." Anakin took your hand bringing it up to his chest. 

"You see? That my heartbeat, I'm real, you can feel that." 

God, why was he being so nice to you when he doesn't know you? 

"This is a bit much." You say finally meeting his blue eyes. 

"I have an idea, maybe they'll let you speak to just one of them, to start with. In light of…well. We can ask." You nod and allow Anakin to pull you up to your feet. You finally take the time to look at him, his hair is cut short with a braid hanging down behind his right ear. The hand that is holding yours is flesh. You check the other, both flesh. So this is before the fight with Dooku. 

"That is a good idea, my Padawan. I shall speak to them, you stay with our new friend here." Obi-Wan spoke walking up behind Anakin. Once more you fall between the two men and your breathing slows to somewhat normal. 

The doors to the council room are still intimidating but having Anakin standing beside you as Obi-Wan slips inside makes you feel less apprehensive. 

A few moments pass before the older man peeks his head back through the doors. 

"Master Yoda and Windu are waiting for you." He announces. Master Yoda would be easy to speak to but Windu. You had seen how he treated Anakin in the movies and it made you nervous. 

"Come in." Anakin puts his hand on the small of your back guiding you into the room. The scene before looked exactly how it was in the movie, a circle of red chairs surrounded by windows. Obi-Wan stepped to the middle of the room, with you and Anakin following him. 

"Begin, we shall, at the start Master Kenobi." Yoda said, part of you wanted to giggle hearing him actually speak and not be CGI or a puppet. 

"Around a year ago, Anakin and I were training on the south Balcony, we saw y/n looking back at us, through a window of sorts. She was gone too quickly for us to get any information. We have seen her again several times and each time y/n appeared surrounded by darkness, as if she was somewhere between her world and ours. This morning y/n literally fell out of the sky and onto my Padawan." Obi explained, simply. 

Yoda nodded along, but Mace narrowed his eyes on you. 

"The world between worlds." Yoda spoke once more, turning to his companion. 

"It has been centuries since anyone has crossed through it. Where are you from, y/n?" His dark eyes bore into you as you gulp. 

"A planet called Earth, or um Terraferma." You recall the name from a science class. "It isn't in your galaxy." You say sheepishly. Mace smiles and laughs, a sound you have never heard in the movies. 

"I have heard of it. In old stories the training droids tell. If you don't mind I'd like to take a blood sample, to determine if you are carrying any foreign -" 

"Midichlorians right? You want to see if I have any?" You blurt out. The Jedi Master looks impressed and nods. He stands and takes your hand clipping your finger and drawing a drop of blood. You flinch, sucking on your finger as he sits back in his chair. 

"Now, tell us what do you know about us?" That was the question you were dreading. Drawing in a long breath you begin. 

"Well where I'm from, and to be honest I'm completely sure this isn't a very elaborate trick; this is all a story, well a movie, um I have seen what happens to you, to all of you for about sixty years. I don't want to tell you too much. I don't really know how time travel or inter galaxy travel works but I do know you don't tell people their futures." Both masters nod. 

"Tell us, more past information, you must." Yoda asked. 

"Yeah, umm, Mace, I mean Master Windu your lightsaber is purple, because you can draw from the darkside without succumbing to it. Errr, Anakin was found in Tatooine, as a slave l, Qui-gon wanted to train him, but he died at the hands of Darth Maul…" you could see the disbelief in their eyes, this wasn't enough…"this temple is built on a ancient Sith temple. To turn your sabre red you have to bleed the crystal. The first human Jedi temple is on Anch-To, the original books are there." 

"Okay, I've heard enough for now. Master Kenobi, please take y/n to the dormitories. We shall confirm with the council." Mace announced turning away from you and you follow Anakin and Obi out. 

"What else do you know?" Anakin asks, a hint of nerves in his voice. 

"Oh um, only what's in the movies and TV shows." You reply. As the three of you walk you feel a dizziness wobbling in your stomach. "I don't know-" a flash of the dark room stopped you. "What?" The convention and people talking, so much talking."I need to-" the temple walls. You reach out and find a grasp on Anakin's arm. "Wait I " the convention hall again. You can see your friends. Your mind spins and you feel yourself falling backward. Anakin tries to catch you, your arm slipping through his fingers and your back hits something hard. Not the floor, a body, a chest and you're lifted up into a pair of arms. You open your eyes enough to see that Obi-Wan is carrying you. The dizziness is making you feel sick so you press eyes shut tight and lean into his hard chest. The simple scent of clean clothes and skin became your concentration. 

"What is happening to her Master?" You hear Anakin ask from somewhere behind him. They rush you through the temple to the halls of healing. Where you were taken from Obi-Wan's arms and placed on a bed. As more scenes of your home flash in front of your eyes, mixed with parts of the Skywalker Saga. Nothing felt real until a hand slid into yours. Snapping open your eyes, you turn your head and see Anakin sitting beside you. Unsure if it was the healers around you or his touch you began to calm and fall to sleep. 

*********

You do not open your eyes, but your ears begin to focus on the voices around you. 

"Her count is almost as high as your own Anakin. This is very strange, but there is a story from a millenia ago about a young man coming to us through the world between worlds. Not of this galaxy but one far, far away and it seems further along in the timeline. He came and helped save thousands of people. I am concerned that our fears of a coming war are much more imminent than we previously thought." 

"Master Windu, what do we do?" You hear Obi-Wan ask. 

"The council believes y/n is somehow connected to the both of you. You have said you saw her several times in the last year, so we think it would be best if you begin training her, of sorts." 

"I already have a Padawan?" 

"Anakin appears to be nearing his trails. We have chosen to give y/n's training to both of you. Not as a Padawan but a member of your team." You can tell Mace still worries about you by the way his voice inflected between words. 

"Very well Master Windu. We shall do our best." 

"Be on alert, the senate will be convening here in one week. We may be needed." 

You listen as the door opens and closes, still waiting to open your eyes. 

"Do we really just go forward with this? Shouldn't we be trying to get her back into the world between worlds? Get her home?" Anakin asks. 

"In time, Anakin. We must do as we have been asked. These are trying times, y/n may be here to help us. She does appear to have some knowledge of our world." 

You open your eyes but say nothing, watching the two men standing on the other side of the room. One of the heelers approach you. She has a gentle, young face and her smile eases your mind. 

"Welcome back, miss y/n. My name is shamé." She helped you to sit up, the two men waiting eagerly to speak with you. 

"I heard it all. I don't know if training me will be any good, I'm pretty unfit and clumsy." You try to force a giggle. 

"Obi-Wan is a brilliant teacher, you'll learn quick." Anakin reassured you. Obi-Wan smiled at his padawan. It wasn't often they complimented each other, but it made him beam with pride. 

"And an excellent student to learn beside." He clapped Anakin's shoulder. The healer tells Obi-Wan that you are ready to be released from the healing halls so you follow the two men out. 

"What happened?" You asked them. 

"We aren't sure. It started to faze in and out, like a hologram struggling to contect. We could hear noises, I assume from your home planet." 

"Oh." Was all you could reply. 

"We heard ourselves as well, but it was-" Anakin trailed off. 

"I'm sorry," 

They both assure you it is fine and that strange things happen all the time. You know that to be true but did the force really work in such strange ways? 

When you all reached the dormitories Obi-Wan showed you to your own, pointing out that Anakin was across the hall and his own room was around the corner. They then agreed to meet you for lunch in around an hour as you slid inside your new room. It's not big but it isn't small. Enough room for a bed by the window, a sofa opposite a desk, kitchenette and off to one side a door that led to a bathroom. In one of the cupboards there was a pile of clothing you assumed every Jedi was given when they arrived. Something told you to change into some of it at least. Perhaps you'd forgo the full jedi get up. They were surprisingly comfortable on your tired skin. A small mirror gave you the opportunity to fix your hair into a much easier simple plate at the back of your head. How strange it was that you had spent eighteen years imagining yourself in this world and now you were in it. 

You'd nearly felt time pass you when there was a knock at your door. Figuring out how to open it was harder than you thought so you called through to the other side. 

"Um, how do I open the door?' 

A soft chuckle came back to you. 

"Press the green button" it slid open and Anakin was standing in front of you, the cheeky grin you'd fallen for on screen beaming down at you. 

"Is it time for lunch already?" You ask. 

"No, I just thought you might like someone to talk to, this place can be scary when you first get here, but if you want to be alone I can-" he turns slightly as if about to walk away. 

"No, I mean yes, come in." You step back allowing room for him to pass by. Anakin flops onto the sofa. 

"You found the clothes, I wasn't sure what sizes to get you but they seem to fit okay." He looks you up and down making you feel overly self conscious. 

"Oh, yeah they fit great, thank you." You say standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. Anakin sucks on his teeth looking around. 

"Obi-Wan has been called for something by the council so we have some time just us. Can you tell me about your world?" He asked, scorching over on the grey sofa to give room for you to sit down. Nervously you perched on the edge and turned to him, still in awe of sitting beside him. It was strange because you knew there was an actor at home who looked exactly like this man, well not exactly. In your world he was older, this man was still young. 

"It's very different to here. There's no force there and people don't travel between planets it's just one planet. Well there are other planets but we haven't worked out the technology to travel between them yet." You can feel yourself beginning to ramble. 

"Wow, locked on one planet forever. I thought I'd live like that once." Anakin's eyes blinked away from you for a moment. 

"You're so much more than that child, Anakin." You say out of instinct. He smiles at you. 

"It's not a great planet at all really. I mean the planet is beautiful but the people are not. There are a lot of wars and crime." You explain. 

"I guess our worlds aren't that different." Anakin sighs. 

"Okay, your turn what has happened so far, for you? I need to know where I am in the timeline." You settle back in the chair as Anakin shifts to face you more. 

"Um, well I'm almost a Jedi now." He laughs. 

"Have you seen Padme again?" You ask. 

"No, but I get to see her again?" He asks with a new excitement glinting in his eye. 

"Oh, err, yeah eventually. So no then. In that case I think this is all before the second movie starts so I don't know much. The action starts soon." A real laugh leaves your throat as you think of Anakin's catchphrase 'this is where the fun begins' 

"Wow okay." Anakin sits back, you can see the way his mind worked through what you told him. 

"I know you can't tell me what happens in the future, but do I ever become a master?" You can't help but feel sorry for him and his big blue eyes. 

"You become a powerful force user, one of the most powerful in history." You settle on a half truth. He seems pleased with the answer and jumps up to his feet, pulling you up with him. 

"Come on, it's lunch time." He drags you through the temple to the cafeteria, where a thousand eyes squared onto you. Anakin ignored everyone and passed up a tray, explaining what each meal was made of. Taking only one bowl of vegetable soup figuring it would be the safest bet. 

"I don't think I'm very welcome here." You whisper across the table. Anakin looked around for the first time, his scowl turning eyes away. 

"Ignore them. Most people here are blind anyway." He rolls his eyes. 

"Anakin, you shouldn't think like that, the Jedi are doing their best with what they know." You tap the back of his hand with your finger tips. For a moment his eyes glaze over as if a memory was taking hold of him until you pull your hand away. The padawan looks at you, concern written all over his face. 

"What did I do?" You ask, panic bubbling deep inside you once more. 

"No, I just…I haven't been able to read you this whole time but then I felt…you've been so alone." Are tears threatening his or your eyes? You couldn't be sure. 

"Oh." Was all you could say and you folded your hands into your lap. 

"Please don't be nervous, I understand how you're feeling now. You enjoy gardens, we have an amazing one here. Would you like to see it?" Anakin's eyes had widened, one eyebrow lifted higher than the other as he studied your face. 

"Yes please." You say quietly. 

Lunch discarded he guides you out of the catering hall through more corridors, the temple was a maze and you were sure you'd never be able to traverse it by yourself. The Jedi beside you however appeared to know it well and hardly had to think about the direction he took you. His hand hovered at the small of your back each time a corner or new direction was taken. 

"Here, we have some older Jedi who prefer to stay here and garden. Most of the plants are medicinal but they're still pleasant to look at." Anakin pushed open a heavy door, it was the only door that hadn't opened by itself. The smell hit you first, fresh and light. You'd expected the planet of curisont to smell more mechanical, yet in this garden it was hard to believe you were on a planet made entirely of metal buildings. 

"It's beautiful." You say looking around at the plants. They were planted in delicate patterns that you assumed helped with their cultivation. Several benches had been placed around the garden and Anakin sat in one, watching you take it all in. His eyes scanned your body, how each curve of your stomach and hips bent when you smelled a flower. You looked back at him when you heard a particularly large breath leave him, he was shifting his position and decidedly not looking at you. 

"Do you spend much time here?" You ask him, aware at that moment that you know nothing of his life between the first and second movies. 

"Oh, occasionally. It's a nice place to meditate. There are little distractions here." He answered with a smile. 

The door to the garden opened and Obi-Wan appeared, 

"I am sorry to interrupt, but we have to go, the council wishes to see us. All of us." His words make your stomach flip around

***********

Evening was beginning to set, you were in your dormitory looking out of the window after wrapping a short cloak around your body. There is a knock at your door and this time you are able to open it without help. Obi-Wan stood on the other side with a grin. 

"Hello there, I thought I'd stop in before we collect Anakin. We haven't had much time to speak candidly since your arrival." He grinned at you. 

You sit on the sofa expecting some lecture on your conduct, instead the older man leaned himself on the kitchenette counter. 

"Master Yoda has asked the librarians to search for any information about the world between worlds so we may be able to get you home. The thing is, I agree with Mace, I think you're here for a reason. There must be something you have to change here. Your knowledge of our world, it has to have meaning." Obi-Wan had moved toward you, crouching down with his hand on your knee. 

"I'm starting to think so too. I'm not sure if I want to go home, not yet anyway. There isn't much for me there." You reply with a sad smile. 

"I'm sure that cannot be true." 

"Honestly, I have no family left and my friends…they wouldn't miss me too much." You shrug. Obi-Wan eyes soften with sadness as his eyebrows knit together. 

"Surely that cannot be true. You have been with us but two days and I already will miss you greatly when you return home." He takes your hand in his, giving it a small squeeze. Once again tears prick at the corner of your eyes. 

"Thank you for saying it." You return his gentle smile. A cough catches your attention and you both look to see Anakin in the open doorway. 

"Yes, time to go." Obi-Wan patted your knee as he stood and you followed them both to the transporter and then into an apartment building. There was a lot of security around the door, both from this planet and Naboo. It made much more sense then in the movie that appeared to have no soldiers around at all. Once they had verified you were all from the temple the three of you got into the elevator. Anakin adjusts his cloak awkwardly. Obi-Wan looks at him. 

"You seem a little on edge." 

Anakin's eyes briefly meet yours before he speaks. 

"Not at all." He rebuked. 

"I haven't felt you this tense since we fell into that nest of gundarks." Obi-Wan explained. 

Anakin scoffed. 

"You fell into that nightmare, Master, and I rescued you, remember?" 

"Oh…yes." You and Obi laughed, Anakin couldn't help but giggle a little. 

"You'll have to tell me about that one day." You say, smiling at them both. 

"It isn't in your movies?" Obi asked. You shook your head. 

"You're sweating, relax, take a deep breath." The master returned his attention to Anakin. The padawan's eyes flick to you once more.

"He hasn't seen Padme for ten years." You say. Anakin scrunches his eyebrows for a moment and he supposed yes, he was nervous to see Padme again but that wasn't exactly why he was sweating. 

The elevator doors slid open, revealing the entrance to the Grand apartment. Jarjar approached and you had to stifle your laugh. The CGI had always been a little dodgy but sending him in real life was amazing. You could finally see how his body truly fit amongst both water and earth and gosh was he tall.

"Obi? Obi! Mesa so smilen to seein yousa!" He excitedly greeted you all. 

"Good to see you again Jar Jar." Obi smiled. 

"Senator Padme, Mesa Palos here! Lookie, lookie, senator. Desa Jedi arriven." He leads all three of you into the main living area of the room. Padme turns away from a small balcony, her smile widening seeing her old friends. She and her head of security walk over to you. Obi bows then holds out his hand

"It's a great pleasure to see you again milady."

"It has been far too long Master Kenobi." Padme says sincerely, her eyes scan over his shoulder landing on Anakin. 

"Ani? My goodness you've grown!" She says. 

"So have you," Obi steps back so Anakin can step forward, "grown more beautiful I mean. Well, for a senator I mean." He looks back at you and internally kicks himself. Padme lets out a small laugh. 

Ani, you'll always be that little boy I knew on Tatooine." She grinned and turned away. You felt the tension in Anakin's body. Obi-Wan introduced you and Padme greeted you, thanking you for coming. They all walked over to the sofa's and sat down. 

"Our presence here will be invisible, milady, I can assure you." Obi-Wan states. 

"I'm Captain Typho of her Majesty's security service. Queen Jamillia has been informed of your assignment. I am grateful you are here, Master Kenobi." The one eyed man explained from beside the sofas. "The situation is more dangerous than the senator will admit."

"I don't need more security, I need answers. I want to know who is trying to kill me." 

Your mind starts run like crazy, you know exactly what is going to happen. 

"If I might?" You speak up looking at Obi-Wan, he nods, "the three of us will find who is doing this to you, milady. I have some ideas on how we might find them." You explain the plan to them, ensuring that Padme will use herself as bait in the bedroom. Though she doesn't fully understand, your situation is explained to her.

"I can only do so much, I think some things need to play out about the same but I can give information faster than normal. Mostly you are pleased that you were able to stop the small quarrel between Obi-Wan and Anakin that happens in the movie. Padme excuses herself to her bedroom, her handmaiden following her. Obi-Wan goes off to check the security and JarJar disappears to do his duties. You look at Anakin. 

"She was pleased to see you, sometimes it's hard to recognise someone when you've had a picture of them in your mind for so long. She is very pretty, more than I thought she would be." You say to him. 

"I suppose. I want her to like me, more than she does anyone else but I'm conflicted about it. It isn't the Jedi way, I know that, but what am I supposed to do? You know what happens" he is almost pleading with you. 

"You know I can't say, just trust your feelings about her." You know you need to make sure they get together. 

The evening drew on and soon enough as you had said there was an attack on the senator. Anakin slices the two worms in half and Obi-Wan leaps out of the window after the bot. You stay with Padme, knowing this would at least play out correctly. You could give Obi-Wan more information when they came back. 

"Will you sit with me? I doubt I shall sleep for sometime." Padme asks. You nod and perch on the end of her bed. 

"Do you miss home?" She asked. 

"In a way. I miss my things, my apartment but not my job or the people really." You say looking down at the silk sheets. 

"You have no one?" Her question stung. 

"No, my parents are gone, dad left when I was baby and my mum died a few years ago. I had no siblings." You sigh. Padme's hand rests in yours. 

"I'm very sorry." You could tell she meant the words. 

"Thank you." You tell her about your mundane job and lack of real friends. How you had arrived here and many more things you hadn't yet spoken about to anyone here. 

"Well if you ever get bored of living in the temple you are more than welcome to stay with me." She giggled. Perhaps you could find friends in this world. Maybe you were here to stop her death. 

"It is odd, you have only arrived in our world mere days ago and I met you hours prior to this yet I feel like we have always known each other." Padme held your hand once more. 

"It is nice to feel like I belong somewhere." You admit. 

Neither of you are sure how long you had sat in that bedroom but Obi-Wan was walking back in, turning on lights. You blink up at them. The sun was beginning to rise outside. 

"We have a new plan, milady," Obi-Wan announced.

"Where is Ani?" Padme asked. 

"He is speaking with the chancellor. They will both be along shortly." 

"No!" You shot up off the bed, "he shouldn't, you should never allow him to. Oh no, this is and." You're pacing the room. 

"Y/n what is wrong? What do you know?" Obi-Wan reaches out to you, taking your shoulders. 

"Oh, um, I can't tell you, not yet, but you just have to be so careful about the chancellor, all of you should." Panic was rising up I. You again, your breath coming out in short shallow hits. 

"Calm, y/n. I believe you. We shall be cautious," he nods to Padme who agrees, "come we must prepare for travel." You nod slowly and follow him out. 

At the temple you are given a small suitcase of clothing and told to change into the top outfit. It's a simple burgundy dress, with black breeches below and a simple clock over the top. Once dressed you meet Obi-Wan back in the hall. 

"Obi-Wan, I need to shorten your investigation. The thing you got off the bounty hunter it's from a planet called Kamino. It won't show up in the archive charts but it is there, it was deleted. Go to the coordinates you have, it's a wet planet and it will be raining when you go. You're looking for a man called Jangi Fett, but Obi-Wan don't chase him. There isn't really any point. Just bring back the information about…what you find there. Tell Yoda, he will need them and then go to Geonosis. You'll understand why." 

He listens to every word you say before leading you down to the transport where Padme and Anakin are waiting. You watch as she bids goodbye to her handmaiden and the Typho. Anakin shifts behind as you Obi-Wan warns him to be mindful and make no choices without the council's knowledge. 

Once on the transport you turn to them, a tightness in your chest needing to break free. 

"Anakin, I know you've been having nightmares and as much as I want things to play out right between the two of you," you gesture between them, "we don't really have time. I have to save you from something. I think that's why I'm here, so we have to save your mother before it's too late." 

"Save her from what?" Padme asked. 

"She has been freed, married to a man called Lars but she was kidnapped by Tusken raiders. If we go now we can save her from dying." You say the words through a shaky breath. A tear drops down Anakin's face. 

"Then we will go now." Padme announces. "On the plus side, no one would expect me to be on Tatooine." She reaches across and holds Anakin's hand. 

The three of you manage to find a small ship that Anakin pilots to the sand planet of his birthplace. You were unprepared for the heat. 

"Do you know where she is?" Anakin asks. You shake your head. 

"No, the movie doesn't tell us exactly, but Anakin, trust your feelings. Reach out to her and you will find her." He nods to you. Closing his eyes Anakin pictures his mother's face in his mind. A swish of waves washes over his ears as he searches through the force for her. A small smile picks at the corner of his mouth. 

"I know where she is." He flicks a few buttons in the ship and it moves quickly across the sand dunes. You watch in awe, not fully ready to truly believe you are here on the most important planet in this universe. Anakin settles the ship down behind a dune, knowing the Tuskens would be resting at the time of day and he tells Padme and you to stay on the ship. With the vale of darkness beginning to fall he creeps into the hut holding his mother. She is tied to a post but relatively unharmed. Anakin cuts her ties and she looks up into his eyes.

“Ani? My Ani. You have come for me?” she asks. 

“Yes mother, come on we do not have much time.” He helps her to stand and leads her out the tear in the tent and back to the ship. The woman smiles seeing Padme on the ship and they introduce you to her. 

“She’s the reason we found you.” Anakin glowed with happiness, for him it was a perfect moment. Flying a ship, carrying the three most important women in his life. Returning safely to the farm amongst the sand dunes, Shmi insists you all stay for dinner. Anakin beams when she places a plate of food in front of him, her hand pausing on his shoulder for a moment. It was the happiest you had ever seen him. Though you’d love to stay in this place, you know Padme must return to Naboo with Anakin for events to unfold. For their love to grow. Saying good bye to his mother seemed harder this time, but he was glad he got the opportunity to see her once more.

“My grownup son, so handsome.” she brushed her hand down his jaw and Anakin pressed a kiss to her palm. “I am so proud of you.”

“I love you, mum.” He whispered. Shmi turned to you. 

“Stay safe, Shmi.” You whisper to her, “They may still try to use you against him.” She nods in understanding and you walk onto the ship, giving one last look at the twin moons.

The journey to Naboo would not be a long one but you had fallen asleep nonetheless. Padme sat in the seat beside Anakin.

“Y/n is a special person. I am glad she found herself here.” she said, glancing back at you.

“Yeah, it's utterly ridiculous but it feels right, her being here.” He agrees.

“It does, though I fear what it is she is here to stop. Our futures must be dark for the Force to bring us someone like her.” Padme admits.

“It’s okay, nothing will harm us whilst we have R2 with us.” He laughs.

“Well, it is a good thing that we saved your mother. Perhaps that was the pinnacle moment and everything is safe now.” 

“Perhaps, but then she would have to leave, I love having her here.”

“Are Jedi allowed to love? I thought that was forbidden for a Jedi?” Padme turned her chair toward him.

“No, we’re encouraged to love, possession and  attachment are forbidden; unconditional love, compassion are essential to a Jedi’s life. So you might say we are encouraged to love.” He smiled.

“You’ve changed so much.” Padme grins. 

“You haven’t changed a bit. You’re exactly the way I remember you in my dreams.” Their eyes meet for a moment, before Anakin looks away. Padme reaches out, taking his hand and pulling him around to look at her. Your eyes flutter open but on seeing the scene before you, you stay still, perfectly unmoving. Padme leans forward a small amount, her lips falling open to let out the shaky breath she was holding. You see Anakin visibly swallow, their eyes locked onto each others, when it stops. The moment stops entirely with both of them turning away from each other at the same time. “Shit” You whisper to yourself, adjusting your position and alerting them to your presence once more.

“Good morning sunshine.” Anakin, turned to you, “Just in time.! The ship dropped out of hyperspeed and you saw the lush green planet of Naboo rise in front of you. 

“It’s beautiful.” You say out loud. 

“It truly is.” Padme agreed. 

**************

After meeting with Padme’s family and the Queen it was decided that you would all travel to the lake country, to Padme’s holiday home and spend your time there. You were thankful that things were moving in the right direction again and you had managed to save Shmi. you hoped this would calm Anakin’s anger and keep him on a better path for longer. Perhaps it would give you time to figure out your next moves. Once shown to your room, a maid appeared at your door.

“Miss, Senator Padme requested these outfits be brought to you. She believes they will help you to blend in.” the maid bows her head and leaves again. A rail of dresses had been parked against the wall. Looking through them you realised they were alternate versions of the outfits she had worn in the movies. Like a dream come true you laughed out loud and decided to change. The soft chiffon-like material flowed around you. Wearing backless dresses had never been your choice before, but this one made you feel amazing, important in a way. The green, purple and blue colours flowed perfectly together. You brushed out your hair and left it down, against your back before leaving your room to look around the mansion. The sun had begun to set over the lake and you watched as Anakin and Padme walked across the patio, leaning on the ornate wall.

“We would swim to that island every day. I loved the water, we used to lie out on the sand and let the sun dry us and try to guess the names of the birds singing.” 

“I don’t like sand, it is coarse and rough and irritating and gets everywhere. Not like here, here everything is soft, and smooth.” 

Wait, something was wrong. Anakin was still facing the water, not running his finger over her skin. You watch, frightened you had changed too much. With your breath held you watch as PAdme reaches out to him, her fingers touching his as she inched her body toward him. Anakin turned his head to her and she closed the gap between them. For a moment Anakin loses himself to the kiss, but he swiftly turns his head. 

“No, I shouldn’t have done that.” He pants. 

“I’m sorry.” She whispers and turns her head back to the water. Well it was different but at least they kissed right? Having seen enough and not knowing how the situation changed originally you step out of your hidden spot. 

“I’ve been looking for you two.” You call them, as they spin to face you. Anakin’s heart skips and he presses his lips together to keep himself controlled. Padme clapped her hands together before dancing over to you and taking you by the hand.

“You look beautiful in this dress y/n. I knew they would suit you.” She beamed, “doesn’t she look beautiful Anakin?” Padme encouraged him. Nodding quickly and steps closer to you.

“Yes, much…softer than the Jedi robes.” he breathes out. You feel the heat rise up in your cheeks.

“Thank you.” 

“I have to attend a meeting with the senate, I will be in the offices. Please make yourselves at home. I will be back for dinner.” Padme excuses herself, leaving you alone with Anakin once more.

“How long has it been since we left Obi-Wan?” You asked him as you walked through the gardens.

“A few days. Why?” Anakin seemed almost angry that you had brought up his master. 

“No reason, you two are the only people I know here really, I miss him. Don’t you?” You look away from the yellow rose you had been smelling and look at him.

“I suppose. This is my first assignment without him. He has been holding me back for so long.”

“No! Anakin no, I know it feels that way, sometimes our mentors see more of our faults than we would like, but I need you to trust me, Obi-Wan thinks so highly of you. You are more than a Padawan to him, you’re his brother, best friend and true family in this world.”

“I feel the same for him.” 

“I know you do. Anakin, please don’t think that anyone distrusts you, well only one person does but he’ll be swayed when we fix the future. Believe me.” you hold onto his bicep, “Obi-Wan is already recommending you for the trials. It will not long be long before you are knighted.” Your eyes beg him to believe you. The tenses muscles in his face soften, to a smile.

“I suppose, you know the future so I should believe you.” his eyes lock on yours, holding your gaze, tongue darting out to lick his lips and he leans in pressing his lips to yours. It’s as wonderful as you had always imagined and you felt yourself melting into his embrace until your mind sprung back to you. Leaping away from him you turned.

“No, you can’t do that. That isn’t right.” You almost sob.

“I’m sorry, I thought…” 

“No, you don’t understand. No matter how much I want that we can’t. You have to-” You sigh. “Anakin, this is important, you have to be with Padme, no matter what. You have to be, it’s important. I’m sorry. Will you promise me that you’ll be with her?” You ask, tears falling from your eyes. Anakin searches his mind, eyes darting left and right.

“I don’t understand, I don’t love her.” He too was crying.

“You do, well you need to. I can’t explain any more, I could ruin everything, just please, go to her, have dinner and be in love.” you force the words out. Anakin wants to argue with you but he can see there is no changing your mind.

“Because some things have to play out the same.” He repeated your words from days ago. 

“Promise me?” You whisper. 

“I promise.”

You want to reach out and take his hands, pull him to you in a hug but you know you cannot. Instead you turn and march out of the gardens back to your room. Throwing the dress haphazardly into your suitcase you pack your other things. Trying to quell the tears that keep falling. How could you have been so stupid to allow this? You should have been more mindful of yourself. no , there was no time to dwell on this, you had to leave and speak to Yoda, there were things that would need to change before the end of the coming war. As quietly as you could you run back to the dock and take a boat, rowing yourself across the lake, silently thanking your school for forcing sailing lessons on you all. 

On the other side you manage to find a member of the Naboo security and request transport back to Coruscant. They oblige you and soon you were once more in the air. Anakin would be told by R2 of your departure in the morning, though you were sure he must already know. Space felt colder than before as you sat alone, watching the speeding stars whoosh by you. A new weight bearing down on your shoulders. 

The transport drops out of hyperspace and halts all together. That was strange, that much you knew. Two guards came walking down the aisles, blasters in hand. They look at you.

“Sorry ma’am we need you to come with us.” You sigh at their words figuring Anakin must have sent them. You silently follow them to the front of the ship where a man in a helmet is waiting for you. No not a man, a mandalorian, the most famous mandalorian that has ever been in star wars, or well his father anyway.  Jengo Fett stood in front of you.

“No!” You try to back away but a blow to the back of your head knocks you out. 

In this state you wake, eyes adjusting to the new surroundings. People are gathering in front of you, all jostling to get to the front of something. You can hear a woman announcing something. 

“Haaaayydeeeen Christeeennssooonnn!” The crowd erupt into cheers the noise blasting through your ears. You find a path forward and somehow you reach the front barrier, as the actor walks across the stage. He is visibly taken back by the amount of love in the room, until his eyes fall on you. He pauses looking down, like he hadn’t been expecting to see you there.

“Y/N?” 

You look up at him, heart in your throat as he drops off the side of the stage and reaches out for you. Your own hand stretches out, “Anakin!” You call when there is a wave of power, like electricity coursing through your body and you turn to see a much darker room. You stumble back, your brain pounding against your skull. A man clad in a black suit and mask looms over his once Padawan. 

“No, Anakin!” You call out again and he turns to you. 

“Y/n? You’re here?” He begins to march toward you. “This is all your fault! If you hadn’t left I never would have become this!” The robotic voice shorts at you and you cower away from him. “No Anakin, please. I don’t know what’s happening. Help me!” You plead with the villain of your nightmares. 

A red lightsaber ignites and you feel the heat of it come close to your face. 

Your eyes shoot open once more and you see the sabre, not Anakin’s but another Sith standing before you.

“Count Dooku.” You say under your breath. 

“So it is true, you do know things you should not.” He uses the force to lift your body into the air. Across the room you see Obi-wan suspended in a trap.

“Where are Anakin and Padme?” He asks.

“I don’t know, I’m sorry I left them.” you drop your eyes.

“You are going to tell me everything you know.” Dooku points his weapon at you.

“No I won’t.” You clench your jaw. The once Jedi master lifts his hand in your direction, curling his fingers. Pain covers your body as if your skeleton was attempting to burst through your skin. You fight against it, not giving him the satisfaction of hearing you make a sound. He drops you. 

“Perhaps there is a better way to get you to talk.” He almost laughs when the bounty hunter steps into the room and whispers to him. 

“Wonderful. Take Master Kenobi to the pit.” 

You are unable to do anything as Jango drags Obi-Wan out of the room, his hands bound by 

Force quelling cuffs. The Count places a pair on you though you are sure you wouldn’t need them. Your body was still aching from the force he had used against you. Dooku crouches in front of you and you recall the stories of the actor who portrays him. If this version was even half the man Christopher Lee had been, you knew you were done for. 

“Perhaps seeing your friends die will motivate you.” he laughs once more and drags you along behind him. Forcing you to stand against the balcony wall. Your eyes find Obi-Wan being chained to a pillar. 

A door opens on the far side, allowing a carriage to pull out, and you notice Padme moving back from Anakin's body. Part of your heart breaks knowing that she has just confessed her love for him. You're helpless as they two are attached to pillars. Though you know how it will end and though some.good Jedi will die, you know you may be able to help in the next fight. 

Anakin looks up seeing you stood there and you see the confusion from your spot. 

"Do not worry, my Padawan, she has not deferred to the Count. He believes he can force her into telling him everything she knows. Have faith in her " 

"Is she hurt?" He asks. 

"She is well enough. Concentrate on yourself and our predicament if you will." Obi-Wan ordered his Padawan.

You do nothing but watch as the alien creatures are brought into the arena.

“Surely you do not want your friends to die?” Dooku asks you.

“If it is their fate then it will happen, I am not here to change it.” There is a lie but you hope you have covered it well enough. 

“When you were brought into me, something was happening to you. What was it?” He presses. 

“I was unconscious, you probably have a better idea than I do.” You spit out at him, the memories of what you had seen still playing through your mind. Was any of it real, or just some mind trick working against you? How could you know either way? You look back at the arena to see Padme scale the pillar and unlock the cuffs on her wrists. One of the creatures was climbing up after her. Anakin was using the chain still attached to his wrists to control one of the beasts. Though you knew help was on the way you still couldn’t stop the fear that bubbled inside you for their safety. Padme’s scream caught you off guard, so much worse in real life than on the screen. Blood splattered over the sand as her clothes and flesh tore. 

You watch as Padme leaps from the pillar landing on the beast behind Anakin, her hands coming down to hold his waist, Obi-Wan close behind them. That was when you noticed it, the way Padme held Obi-Wan’s leg as he climbed on behind her. It was always a rumour, a theory amongst some fans that they had an affair but could it be true, could this be the beginning of it? 

Dooku steps up beside you, placing his hand on your shoulder. One of the separatists growls out his disdain for the actions below them and tells Fett to finish off the Senator. 

“Patience, Viceroy, patience she will die.” Dooku grins, his eyes turning back to see the droids rolling into the arena. Your heart threatens to stop or burst out of you, until you feel it. A familiar presence behind you. The purple sabre alights and crosses Jango’s neck. You turn enough to see he and Dooku exchange words whilst still being able to see the arena where hundreds of Jedi appear. Some you had met before and some you had not. Dooku grabbed the collar of your robe and dragged you aside as battle droids appeared in the tunnel. Mace Windu had no time to help you as he began fighting them off. You catch a glimpse below as droids battled against the Jedi. Dooku stands to one side and watches it all unfold, his hand still holding you. As Jango flies off from behind you and into the fight you laugh. Dooku grips your shoulder tighter. 

“Say goodbye to your bodyguard, Count.” You snarl at him. Dooku l;eans forward seeing as MAce slices his sabre through the bounty hunter’s neck, removing his head from his body. The Helmet rolled across the floor. The Count lifted his hand and the droids all stopped firing standing to attention. This was it, Yoda would be here soon. 

“Master Windu, you have fought gallantly, worthy of recognition in the archives of the Jedi order. Now it is finished. Surrender and your lives will be spared.” 

You look down at them all. 

“We will not be hostages to be bartered, Dooku!” Mace shouted back to him. 

“Then I am sorry old friend.” The grip on your shoulder tightened once more as the heat of the Count’s sabre shot through your stomach. The Droids, each pointed their weapons at the Jedi once more as Anakin screamed up at you. Your legs began to buckle, falling back against Dooku. You see Yoda and the ships full of clones descend before Dooku drags you away from the balcony. Using the force to carry you he drapes your body over a speeder and, holding you against him as it rumbles into life and shoots away from the arena. You lose track of what is happening as he force carries you into a room with a large round holodeck. Slipping in and out of consciousness as he tells the separatists to leave the planet for the time being. Count Dooku stays behind. The ground rumbles as one of the star ships is brought down by the clones and you know a win is coming for the Jedi, but at what cost. 

“Try to remember.” You think to yourself. 

He has you on the speeder once more, flying through the battlefield. 

“It’s Dooku! He has y/n!” Anakin shouts. 

“Follow him, Anakin and I can handle this!” Obi-Wan calls to the pilot. Your breathing is beginning to slow. This can’t be how it ends? Surely you haven’t finished what you were sent here to do. 

A landing platform comes into view and he drops you to the ground beside the speeder. Dooku speaks with a droid for a moment. Behind you two pairs of footsteps come running in. 

“Y/n?” Anakin’s voice is laced with fear. You turn and look up at them. 

“Anakin, take him together!” You force every bit of authority you could muster into your voice and he nods to you. The pair circle the Count and the fight begins. You aren’t aware of much that happens until you hear Obi-Wan smack down on the ground, crying out in pain. He is close to you and you can see the blood on his shoulder and leg.

“Anakin!” You call out as Dooku comes in with an attack. He beats down on Anakin’s lightsabre. Mustering every ounce of strength you have you put up your hand and feel Obi-Wan touch your leg. 

“Concentrate, feel it flow through you.” his words are a whisper in your mind and you push forward. Dooku’s body flings backwards, his sabre simply clipping Anakin’s chest. Behind him, your green saviour appeared. Anakin stumbled back to you, a hand clamped over the wound on his chest and he pulled you into his arms.

“Master?” 

“I’m alright Anakin.” Obi-Wan replies. Anakin holds you to him, resting his hand over your jaw. 

“I did it, I did what you asked me to do, but you cannot leave me, y/n. Please don’t.” his tears dripped onto your face. Could you tell him right now about force healing? Break all the continuity of the movies and fix everything? 

“I’ll be okay, Anakin.” Your words are forced and you don’t believe any of them. 

“Ani!” Padme comes running in, dropping beside you. Obi-Wan pulls himself into a sitting position and you try to wriggle out of Anakin’s grasp. Realising what you are trying to do the young Jedi reluctantly passes you his Master, his bottom lip quivering. Padme instantly pulls him into her and they all begin their movements away from the scene. Dooku having retreated and sped away moments before. 

*****************

It is days before you awake again, you are in the healing halls of the Jedi temple on Coruscant. There is a hand beside yours, one finger resting above your own, you look over at who it belongs to. Obi-Wan had fallen asleep in the chair beside your bed.  You had to admit in the low light of the room his face was still young and handsome. 

“Obi-Wan?” You say softly and he instantly opens his eyes. 

“You’re awake? Oh thank goodness. You had us all worried for a long time.” He leans forward, fully taking hold of your hand. 

“How long have I been out?” You ask. 

“Almost a week. The healers struggled to work on you. For some reason the force would not allow it. They had to use old ancient methods of healing instead of the Force.” Obi-Wan explained. 

“Are you okay, and Anakin?” 

“Yes, we are fine.” 

Your mind caught up with you. 

“Does Anakin still have both hands?” you rush out the question, cursing Obi to laugh. 

“Yes, little one he has both hands. I assume in the stories he does not.” 

“No, Dooku cuts off his right arm.” you admit. “I need to speak to Yoda and Mace.” You try to sit up, feeling the pain in your stomach again. “Whoh.” you pant for a moment. The wound was healed with only a scar left to show you had ever been impaled. 

“You still need to rest, y/n. There will be time.” Obi, tried to settle you back against the bed. 

“No, there isn’t. The Chancellor has control doesn’t he. I need to stop the war. I won’t let people die, I won’t let you and Anakin get hurt.” You push against him. 

“Little one, still yourself. We can get you to them, but slowly. Anakin is off-world taking his trials. I am safe here with you. Do not panic.” 

“You don’t understand, if I don’t stop this there will be all out war for years, and then Anakin..he is the chosen one Obi-Wan but he cannot become close to Palpatine.” You had started to cry again. Obi-Wan put his arms around you and hugged you close to him. 

“Anakin is the thing you fear isn’t he?” He asks you. All your resolve breaks and you cry into his chest. 

“You do not need to tell us anything. Except for when it is relevant. You and I will work to keep Anakin from becoming the evil you fear, but as you say, things must happen in the correct way or our world could fall apart.” He patted your back and rested his chin on your head. “When Anakin returns he is to be given a Padawan of his own. The council believes it will help to ground him. Do we allow it?” he asks you. 

“Yes Ahsoka will be wonderful for him, she grounds him very well.” You answer through your sobs. Pulling back from him and looking into his green eyes. “Obi-wan, we have to make sure that Anakin and Padme stay together. There will be children and they must be born. I cannot ruin history by taking them away.” 

Obi, screws up his face in thought. “It is not the Jedi way, but if you say it is needed, then we will do what we must.” 

You nod. 

A healer comes by a few moments later and agrees that you can leave the hospital, but you are to take it easy and do nothing strenuous. Obi-Wan agrees to train you in meditation until Anakin’s return from the trials. It is useful in keeping your emotions in check. It was three days until you saw Anakin again as he approached you, his smile widened and you noticed the lack of his braid. Beside him Mace Windu beamed with pride. 

“Master Kenobi, your training has been successful, Anakin passed the trials with a higher ability than we have ever seen. You should both be very proud of him.” It was strange for you to hear Windu speak so highly of Anakin and it made you feel warmth in your chest. A good warmth not the warmth Dooku caused you. Obi patted Anakin on the shoulder and congratulated him before wandering off with Mace. Anakin threw his arms around you and hugged you to him.

“It was wonderful, y/n, just as you said. Master Windu is treating me like a peer not a burden and I passed the trials. I couldn’t have done it without you.”  he spun you round and before you or he knew what he was doing he pressed his lips to yours. You push him back and turn away. 

“Anakin.” your hand flew to your mouth. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to..I just-” he cut himself off. 

“It’s okay, but you need to keep your promise.” you say keeping a distance between you both. 

“I did, she is in love with me. I did it.” he protested, you shake your head. 

“Oh Anakin, it is so much more than that. You have to stay with her. It’s imperative that you do. Please. You have to marry her.” 

“Marry her? y/n are you mad? I can't, I don't love her!” he took a step closer to you but you retreat by two. 

“You have to.” 

“Because of stupid stories told about us in your world. If you love the stories so badly why don’t you just go back to your world and listen to them instead of hurting us all?” his face had hardened as he spoke. 

“Anakin,” You hold up your hand in a pleading gesture and take another step back, your back hitting the wall. 

“No, why did you bother coming here if you’re going to force me into doing exactly what you were here to stop? How can you-” His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, “I thought…you are just like everyone else. You don’t belong here, I should just-” 

Looking up at him, Anakin toward above you, his hot breath fanned over your face and you felt nothing but fear. Your mind was unable to see anything but the man who would kill so many. All your words caught in your throat. You could no longer hear his words and as he raised his hand you were unsure what he was doing but you flinched back dropping to the floor and covering your face as hot tears fell from your eyes. 

Anakin had softened and knelt down beside, taking hold of your shoulders but you could not hear his gentle tone, only the echoing of the mechanical breathing he would one day behold. You scream and push at him, knocking him backward. The commotion had allerted Obi-Wan and Mace back to you. Obi-Wan force pulled you to him, you clutched at his robes body shaking with sobs. 

“What happened?” Mace demanded. Anakin shook his head. 

“I don’t know.” Anakin answered before turning and running away. 

It took almost an hour for Obi to calm you enough for you to explain what had happened. The Jedi Master sat with you pressed to his chest, stroking your hair and shushing you. 

By the following day Anakin was standing in Naboo, beside Padme, declaring their love for each other by the lake. R2 and C3-PO behind them. Subtleties 

End of part one. 

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[haileygarciasunshine]

Galaxy

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Fem!Reader

Written: March 29th, 2021

Posted: March 29th, 2021

Warning: None

Word Count: 925

Summary: The reader is a hard worker. However when she develops feelings for a Jedi, she realizes just how else shares those feelings for him. 

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"There's no way he likes me!" You chided. "Have you seen him with Padme? The man literally beams."

Y/B/F, scoffed. "You've got it wrong. That's how he is when he's with you."

You shook your head while rolling your eyes. "Right, because I'm some beautiful-looking Galactic senator that can offer him the entire galaxy." A quiet snort escaped from you.

"Come on. Y/N." They groaned. "Don't be like that-"

"Be like what?" You questioned. "I'm the help. What could he quite possibly see in me that he doesn't see in her?"

Y/B/F let out a defeated sigh, as they began walking down the corridor towards the area in which they could get their job started.

"My point exactly." You huffed, turning on your heel readying to go in the opposite direction.

As you walked down the corridor, you could sense someone following you. Hiding behind one of the pillars, you awaited the being. Once they were within arms reach, you grabbed them before pushing them up against the wall, pressing your chest firm against theirs while your forearm was securely anchored along their chest.

The sound of Anakin's chuckle filled your ears.

Removing yourself from the close proximity between you and Anakin, you sent a playful smack to his arm, causing him to flinch at your unsuspecting reaction.

"Ani!" You hissed. "You nearly scared me half to death!"

A toothy grin made its way along the seams of Anakin's lips. "Sorry, Y/N." He chuckled. "I couldn't resist."

Rolling your eyes, you let out a frustrated sigh, before resuming your trek down the hall, readying yourself for the day's tasks.

"Wait!"

Scoffing you shook your head, not bothering to slow in pace.

A firm hand gently wrapped around your wrist preventing you from moving any further. Twirling you around, you were chest to chest with Anakin once again.

"C-Can I see you after work?" He questioned tilting his head slightly, as a rosy tint made its way upon his cheeks.

Gazing intently at his features, you had quickly fallen under his lovestruck spell. Nearly giving in to his request, Padme rounded the corner quickly joining you and Anakin.

"Ani, is everything all right?" She questioned with false concern.

Returning to reality, you took a step back attempting to put as much space as you could between you and Anakin.

Padme, sent a glare your way, before quickly softening her features to gaze at Anakin angelically. All the while, his eyes not bothering to look anywhere but your face, attempting to gauge your thoughts and feelings.

"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, yeah, everything's-"

"Y/N!" Your boss's booming voice sounded from behind you. "There you are! You're late!"

Turning on your heel, you hadn't bothered saying anything to either of them.

"Wait!"

Anakin attempted to follow you however, Padme had other thoughts. Her hand quickly found home on his firm chest gently pushing him back allowing her to step in front of him obstructing his attempted movements to get to you.

"No, Ani." Padme's sweet voice sounded. "Let her go, we have things to do."

Frowning, you felt tears forming in your eyes. Shaking your head slightly, you attempted to push them back. As you were about to enter your place of work, you heard Padme speak one last jab at you, making sure you heard it.

"You know how right I am for you." She spoke almost as if she was trying to place him under a spell. "There's no need for a peasant when you could have a senator."

Your heart dropped into your stomach, as tears quickly reformed in your eyes threatening to fall.

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Sighing, you tossed and turned as you couldn't find a comfortable position in bed. Throwing the blankets off, you let out a frustrated huff as you made your way towards your door. If you couldn't sleep, you were at least going to attempt to tire yourself out.

Opening the door, you glided into a firm chest that felt much like walking into a wall. Letting out a surprised yelp, you felt yourself sway slightly. Their hands jolting out steadying you.

Glancing up, you were greeted with Anakin's glistening eyes.

"Are you alright?" He questioned his features etched with concern.

Nodding you hummed in response.

"Can we talk?" He offered a weak smile.

"I...I don't think Padme would like that." You frowned, attempting to take a step back.

His grasp tightening but not hurtful. Anakin kept you in place not allowing you to move away from him.

"Please." His voice sounding desperate as he pleaded with you.

Letting out a defeated sigh, you nodded before leading him into your quarters.

"What is it you-"

Before you could finish your sentence, Anakin's warm hands cradled your face angling it upward allowing him to gently nudge your nose with his.

"Can I-"

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as the Jedi was pressing his chest firm against yours. "Yes." You breathed, closing your eyes.

The feeling of soft lips upon yours overwhelmed you. It was a gentle chaste kiss. Simply stating his feelings for you.

Pulling back, Anakin rested his forehead against yours.

"Wait." You breathed, squeezing your eyelids. "What about Padme-"

"Padme has feelings for me, yes." He sighed, as his hands anchored themselves along your waist.

"But you," He started with a grin. "You have me until every last star in the galaxy dies, you have me."

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[lillianofliterature]

misconception | anakin skywalker x reader

a/n: this is based on the request sent in by allisontart on Wattpad. 

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summary: while putting together the last details of your wedding, you find that Anakin often disappears from the scene, and along with him, Padmé. as the days stretch on and the ceremony draws nearer, you can't help but question Anakin's loyalty.

warnings: themes of distrust and disloyalty, worry, angst, arguments, fluff

word count: 8.5K (i'm not even sorry)

music: The Living Sculptures of Pemberly by Dario Marianelli & Benjamin Wallfisch

You adjusted the placement of the last votive before stepping back and admiring the colors and quaint decorations that accompanied it. The candles were cream-colored and sat primly within golden glasses that alternated in height along the width of the emerald green table runner which spanned the table. In the center sat a tall vase filled with white lilies and smaller native flowers that stretched their stems and blossoms outward in a tender manner.

Across from you sat two other round tables that were just large enough to hold the display of altering decorations, contrasting each other in their color palette and design. You took a step back to admire them closely and settle upon your final decisions.

The second table to the left was draped gracefully with an eggplant shade of gossamer silk that flowed downwards from a large round platter in the center of the table. The centerpiece was ornamented with a glass terrarium that contained living Rominaria flowers that stood around a small log with moss adorning its bark. The flickering of a thin strand of golden lights twisted around the perimeter of the dome. Along the tablecloth, little bunches of moss and blossoms had been sprinkled around the small white votives. It was an elegant and warm setting.

The third table that sat to the right had royal blue silk flattened on the thick dark wood, enriching the hues of the natural grain and mimicking the cool pleasure of the waters of Naboo. The pistils of white flowers lay scattered along the cloth in between small silver votives. The haphazard setting gave off the effect of flowing water. It was a calming culmination of carefully set decorum.

Your graze lifted from the décor as you glanced out one of the many terraces that lined the edge of the elongated ballroom, fixing your eyes on the deep blue lake and the lustrous green hills that spanned the horizon. The faint murmur of voices nestled in the air as servants of the queen bustled about the room, dusting furnishings and finishing the preparations for areas of the ceremony that had already been decided upon.

Various types of flora from the Royal Gardens of Theed adorned the large columns around the room and flowed heavily from the walls like billowing drapery, their fragrant scent sweetening the atmosphere. The chandeliers that suspended from the vaulted ceilings had been uncovered and their usual empty sconces had been fitted with slender cream-colored candles. A few footmen were busy on top of ladders, carefully winding vines over and through the golden arms of the fixtures and trimming the wicks of the fresh candles.

You shook your head as a feeling of amazement rose within you as you took in the astonishing décor that had already been prepared for your much-anticipated wedding. When you had informed Padmé Amidala, who had been Queen of Naboo at the time, of your plans to marry Anakin Skywalker, she had been overly ecstatic about your news. In fact, she had been so elated to hear that two of her dearest friends were meant to wed, that she, in all her persuasive authority, had managed to oversee much of the planning for you, with your eager consent.

Even after her reign had concluded and she stepped in as Senator, she had managed to convince the current Queen to open the main ballroom a season early for the occasion. You assumed that Padmé had been able to do so not only because of her position as Senator of Naboo, but also because of the fondness her people felt for her since her successful reign.

You had been utterly astonished the day she had informed you of the new Queen's approval of the ceremony; you hadn't expected anything more than a simple ceremony in the cramped gardens of your parent's home, or perhaps in the courtyard of the Jedi Temple located on Coruscant. A gallant wedding in one of the most beautiful palace's to ever exist was most certainly not what you had planned for the celebration of your nuptials – but it was everything you had silently wished for.

A blissful smile brightened your solemn features as you recalled the day that Anakin had proposed to you, just minutes after he had confessed his love for you for the first time, despite the codes that bound his heart from forming attachments in his life. You had been overjoyed and had confessed your requited affections, but in a mere moment your smile had disappeared as a greater realization dawned on you; it was forbidden for a Jedi to know love, much less entertain such a relationship. You had expressed to Anakin that you wouldn't jeopardize his path in the Light, that you would pack your things and leave the Queen's council, returning home to the quaint villa you had grown up in until both of you could move on.

It had taken no more than a few seconds for Anakin to decide upon a solution as your hands had begun to slip from his grasp and his eyes followed your silhouette as it began to drift away from the balcony that overlooked Coruscant's busy traffic as it flickered by in a hurried daze.

"I will leave the Order, then," he had said, "I'll leave the Order and I'll marry you."

You had spun around on your heel with a drooping mouth and stern expression that was teeming with questions. You had studied his features in the dim light of the city for any sign of hesitation or flippant countenance. There had been none. He was completely sincere.

"What?"

He had taken large strides across the balcony to close the gap you had derived between you. "I'll put away my saber and I'll end my training. I'll leave my past behind if it means I can spend the future with you!"

"You can't do that, Anakin! You can't just abandon what you've trained your entire life for! Not for me, not for anything. It's far too important! It's your destiny!"

He had taken your hands in his; caressed the skin of your soft knuckles. "Not as important as you are, (Y/n). Not to me."

"I'm not worth giving up your entire life for, Ani. You're too important to the Jedi – to the entire galaxy."

"You are my entire life, (Y/n). That's what you've become to me; you've overtaken every aspect of my mind, my heart, and my entire soul. You've consumed every part of me."

"But-...," you stuttered, having glanced down at your entwined hands and back into his gaze, "But you're The Chosen One! You're supposed to bring balance to the Force! How can leaving the Order accomplish that?"

"Maybe being a Jedi isn't the only path I can take to bring balance. There might be something here for me, for both of us; we can make a difference on our own. You can still change the world, even if you lead an ordinary life." Silence had fallen between the two of you as his hands trailed to your forearms, rubbing them tenderly. Your eyes had dropped to your ring-adorned hands, symbols of your service to the Naboo government and the Queen herself, as hundreds of variables and outcomes had run throughout your mind. When you had finally looked back up, Anakin was patiently smiling.

"Ani, are you sure about this? Because I would understand if you decide to remain in the Order. I wouldn't hold it agains-"

He had cut you off by pressing his lips ever-so-gently to yours, sealing the promise and the fortune of his love with his fond touch. In the days that had followed, you had entertained a private audience with the Queen, who had been Padmé at the time, and had received her full blessing to go on with the engagement.

The Jedi Council hadn't been so understanding. However, with time, they came to understand that for Anakin, you weren't a debatable factor, and this choice was healthier than living a lie in deliberate disobedience to the Code. Soon enough, he had gained their favor again, although not as fellow Jedi and masters, but as friends. Especially that of his former master, Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Your cheeks flushed red as you recalled that tender kiss that had taken place nearly a year prior. Your fingers grazed over your lips subconsciously as you recalled it in perfect clarity – it had been the first of many you had shared after that evening his promise had been made. Your smile faltered ever-so-slightly and was replaced with a look of anticipation as you remembered your agreement to meet with Anakin in the ballroom to discuss the choice of decorations. An excited laugh escaped your lips, adjoining the growing sound of approaching footsteps.

With the eagerness to strike a conversation with the approaching person, you turned around with the sound of a giddy "hello, Ani," on your lips, but stiffened as you saw a stranger; one of the servant's bustling about the room. Before he could pass you by completely, you quickly strained your eyes to read the time on the small-scale pendulum clock located in the entryway of the ballroom. It read some few minutes after noon.

You dropped your hand to your chin and acquired an inquisitive expression to the servant passing by. "Excuse me, have you seen Anakin Skywalker?"

"No, miss, I have not."

"Oh. Well, have you seen Senator Amidala anywhere?"

"No, miss," he replied solemnly. The disappointed expression on your face seemed to stir something charitable within him, and he raised his tone to a friendlier one and replaced his sullen attitude with a jovial one. "But I did hear that someone had seen her make her way to the southern gardens; something about upkeep before the arrival of the wedding guests."

"I see...Well, thank you anyway." You smiled to the man as he gave you a quick bow. Without a second thought, he dashed away to complete one of the many tasks that had yet to be done. You tried to hide your displeasure as you looked over the sample tables once more, arms crossed and your chin resting in one hand, completely overwhelmed with even the simplest of decisions.

You fancied the centerpiece of the second table the most, but preferred the rich green tablecloth of the first, and thought the smaller votives and pistils on the third were quite beautiful. However, amongst all of your preferences, you feared the green would be mute against the colossal amount of greenery adorning the room, that the terrariums would overwhelm the lighting around the guests as they sat in front of it once the sun set, and that the smaller décor would cause a problem for any platters being placed on the tables.

For more than half an hour, you stalked around the tables, making small adjustments and acute observations about the colors and shapes, the compatibility with the rest of the décor in the enormous ballroom, and whether or not Anakin would have a preference. You assumed he would like the blue tablecloth and the vase full of flowers as the centerpiece, but you couldn't be sure. There were tiny details on each table that you thought he might enjoy – and he wasn't exactly known for being predictable.

You tapped your arm in impatient anticipation and caught sight of the clock again, which read that it was close to one o'clock. You sighed and took a glance around the room, looking for any sign of either one of your companions. You reasoned with yourself in your mind, knowing that wherever Anakin was, it must have been important to draw him away without explanation. And of course, you couldn't blame Padme's absence, since she was busying herself with other arrangements for you.

You caught site of a middle-aged woman tying the silk ribbons to the back of a chair that was nestled perfectly in the aisles of immaculately spaced chairs for guests. With a final sigh of acceptance, you made your way to her, and tentatively caught her attention.

"What can I do for you, miss?" She politely asked, rising from the ground and dusting off her skirts. Her eyes were big and bright with gentle creases at the corners, marking the evidence of a happy life. Her hair was thick and streaked with gray, bound at the base of her neck in an ornate bun surrounded by complicated pleats. Her clothing was simple and light green, accompanied by a beige apron that synched at her neck and waist.

You jutted a finger over your shoulder towards the tables behind you. "Do you mind giving me your opinion on these decorations?"

"Oh! O-Of course, miss, I would be much obliged."

Something in the way she acted surprised at your request led you to think this was somehow improper of you, to ask someone other than the officiated wedding planners to offer their opinion on the matter, or perhaps it was because she was a member of the staff and in no way involved in the planning. But you didn't mind; the only other wedding planners apart from yourself were Anakin and Padmé, who were both busy.

You supposed you could wait for them even longer than you already had, but it would be too stressful to wait anymore on the decision, and you didn't want to delay the servants' hours and inconvenience anyone. On top of that, you still had a few things to figure out before your part in the planning was concluded. It was best to just make a decision and make any minor adjustments later on.

You turned around and led her to the tables, gesturing to each table with open arms. "You see, my fiancé was suppose-"

A sudden gasp of excitement escaped the kindly woman next to you. "You must be the bride, then, yes?"

"Yes! Yes, I am," You laughed, holding your interrupted explanation on the tip of your tongue.

"Congratulations, miss! The ballroom is beautiful! I've never seen it so garnished."

"Thank you very much," you smiled graciously, "but you see, I've run into a crossroads, here. He was supposed to meet me here an hour ago, but he hasn't come yet, and my friend was supposed to be here, too, but I think she's working on something else, which leaves me here to pick the setup of the tables," you took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, "But I'm conflicted. I don't know what go with."

"Well, what do you like, miss?"

"I like the green tablecloth," you fingered the embroidered linen gingerly as it caught the light streaming in from the balconies, "But don't you think it would seem rather muted against all of this?" You gestured with an extended arm to the avid amount of greenery that had practically flooded the room overnight. You pictured the dining hall in your mind with each table covered in green. It felt bland. You watched as she took a gander about the room and then back at the cloth in your hands.

"I think you're right," she nodded thoughtfully and turned to the table draped with purple, "What about this color, miss? It complements the flora quite well."

"I thought so too at first, but I just don't think it feels right, you know? It doesn't feel like a wedding color to me; at least not for our wedding. But I do love the centerpiece."

"It is lovely, isn't it?" She asked, peering closely at the carefully arranged terrarium sample. She turned back to you and leaned to her left slightly, peering at the blue cloth across from the green table. "What about the blue?"

"That's the one I think my fiancé would prefer; it matches the color of something that was very dear to him...but he's very unpredictable sometimes. I never know for sure what he might prefer."

"I think it works with the decorations even better than the purple, if I may say so. It brings out the colors of the room." She sounded wistful as she gazed around the room with her hands clasped at her waist, taking in the details. You followed her eyes and noticed all the blue flowers dotted throughout the room, dangling, draped, and potted amongst other colorful vegetation. When you caught sight of the glistening blue lake just beyond one of the balconies, the decision seemed to fit into place.

Another half-hour passed as you talked through your preferences on the décor with her, discussing the differences in votives and how they paired with the blue cloth, the perfect centerpiece for the bright hue and the differing height it would need to be, and many other details that seemed to surface as you inspected the tables.

Finally, you scribbled down your final choices on the list you had written up earlier in the morning as you spoke. "Alright, it's settled then. We'll go with the terrarium centerpiece, the golden votives, and the blue tablecloth with the white pistils. And let's add some vases of Rominaria on a few of the tables so we can alternate between centerpieces," you paused as you wrote out the remaining notes before standing to face the woman who had assisted you, "How does that sound to you?"

"It sounds lovely, miss. Your wedding will be one to remember, I'm sure of it."

You thanked her cordially and set about organizing the rest of the day's tasks after she left your company to complete her own work.

You sipped different flavors of wine as you sat alone at a small table in the palace kitchen, drafting the help of one of the cooks to help you decide upon a year and taste that would pair well with the food that had already been picked. After that, you were fitted into your finished wedding gown by Padme's personal tailors to make sure the dress fit perfectly. When it did, you felt a mix of emotions as you gazed in the tall mirror and took in every small detail, but a faint tang of disappointment settled within you as you realized Padmé and Anakin had never shown up – not even for the dress fitting, which Anakin had pleaded to be allowed to attend.

You had no quarrels with showing Anakin the dress early, seeing as it was a simple gown and you, too, were far too excited to wait another four days to reveal it to him. Neither of you minded the superstitions that surrounded the idea of a groom seeing his bride outfitted before the ceremony; it was just an evening dress, a lace veil, and a pair of white shoes. Your relationship was based upon a solid foundation of earnest friendship and playful banter, so any apprehensions of seeing anything wedding-related simply didn't exist. You wanted to share every part of it with each other along the way.

But that didn't matter – they hadn't come.

You shucked off the dress carefully and removed the veil, thanking the tailors for their hard labor, and returned to your chambers in the guest wing of the palace. You tried not to dwell too much on the unexplained absence of both Anakin and Padmé and decided instead to eat your meal in bed with a good book for company. You had a busy few days ahead of you.

For the next two days as you scurried about the ballroom and were ushered around the palace to make the last preparations, you saw very little of Anakin and Padme. Your short consultations with them included rushed sentences, hasty steps, and a chaste kiss on the cheek from Anakin as he scurried off somewhere beyond the ballroom and down the hall.

You gradually grew more frustrated as you embarked on the concluding details on your own, losing your sense of patience and understanding in their absenteeism. Hadn't they agreed to help you make all of the decisions? To make this a memorable process and not just another set of stressful obligations? You could understand if Padmé found herself occupied elsewhere, being in her political position as it were, but you weren't even offered any explanation of her absence or whereabouts. You were simply left to wonder.

And Anakin! Hadn't he promised to share every aspect of the wedding with you? Hadn't he been the one to suggest the wine tasting, the cake samples, and the idea of having your clothes tailored together? Yet he was nowhere to be seen, nor did anyone you inquired to know where he was or where he had been. You hated to seem like a selfish bride, but you believed you had a right to feel at least a little upset about being left alone in the very process Anakin had pleaded to be a part of. You felt abandoned, in a sense.

This only tainted your excitement for the ceremony itself as you were left to question Anakin's true desire and motivation to go through with the wedding.

As you helped twist ribbon around the rails of the marble steps that lead up to the ballroom, the voice of one of the hired decorator's pulled your attention from the green silk that slipped in between your fingers. "Miss, we finished laying out the decorations for the tables. Would you like to see them before we give the final word?"

"Yes, please," you knew that the lack of a smile on your face probably seemed odd to the poor man, but you couldn't help it. You were lead back into the ballroom, where several elongated tables spanned half of the enormous room, accompanied by one smaller one at the head of the assembly; the bridal table. Your lips parted into a wide smile as the gorgeous blue table runners brought out the lovely array of flora woven throughout the grand hall.

"It's lovely..." Your voice was breathless as you spoke.

"Then we can conclude the decorating, madam?"

"Yes, yes, it's perfect," you touched his arm gently, taking another gander about the room, "Thank you."

"Our pleasure, miss. If you'll excuse me, I have to get to the kitchens to make sure everything is on track for tomorrow's banquet." He began to depart from your side with a polite bow, but you caught his forearm with a gentle cadence as he turned away.

"Have you seen Anakin Skywalker anywhere, by chance? Or the Senator?"

He seemed to struggle with the question before he managed to speak, as though he had to sift through his thoughts to surmise his answer. He was uncomfortable. "I-I heard that Senator Amidala was ensuring the arrival of the guests and the preparation of their rooms."

His silence about Anakin's whereabouts told you he knew nothing.

"Thank you." You nodded, turning again to the glorious reception area set up before you. You wanted nothing more than to enjoy it and savor every carefully decorated square inch, but a twisted discomfort had knotted your stomach and pulled your smile into a solemn frown.

You hadn't wanted to do all of this alone.

With slow contemplative steps across the floor, you admired the tables and their beautiful details up close. There were still a few groups of servants still working here and there, making last-minute adjustments and preparing the banquet table for the food that would arrive the next afternoon. You took comfort in their ignorant presence, savoring the quiet company.

Your fingers grazed the grain of the wood and the tiny details in the stitching of the table cloth; you knelt to take in the scent of a vase of Rominaria, savoring the delicate scent that smelled like powdered babies. Many more things were carefully observed by your wandering eyes as you contemplated the turn of events that the week had taken, as well as what would be taking place tomorrow evening. You absentmindedly fiddled with the bow of one of the chairs, buried deep within your thoughts.

"Shouldn't the bride be getting some rest before the big day?"

You turned with a jolt to find none other than Obi-Wan Kenobi taking poised strides in your direction. His hands were bound together behind his back, his light auburn hair carefully combed back, and his scruffily beard neatly trimmed.

"Obi-Wan!" You exclaimed, closing the gap between you with open arms. He returned your embrace with a jovial laugh, murmuring kind congratulations over your shoulder. When you parted, you held him by his arms, overcome with the need for companionship. It had been so long since you had seen each other! "I didn't think we would see you until tomorrow!"

"I decided to have a look around for Anakin and yourself to congratulate you before the big day, but I had no luck in finding him, so I came to take a peek at the reception hall – I figured at least one of you would be in here." He explained, gingerly grazing your forearms with his fingers; a tender touch of friendship. He stepped to the side and turned you with him, leading you along with him as he stepped forward to face the open hall and the entirety of its splendor. "It's magnificent. I'd say you two have outdone yourselves!"

"Thank you. I can hardly believe it myself," your voice became softer as you humbled yourself, "I never expected anything like this for us. I thought we would use my parents' small gardens behind their home in the village, or perhaps in the temple courtyard, but... but never this."

Obi-Wan's gaze fell from the grandeur of the vegetation around the room and studied your contented and obviously overly-appreciative expression.

He smiled to himself with a light chuckle.

He had to admit, he hadn't been the biggest supporter of Anakin deciding to leave the Order for his attachment, what with everything he was foretold to be and the peace he was destined to bring to the galaxy. However, after a few days of contemplation, he began to understand his padawan more than he ever had before. Even he, the unwavering Master Kenobi, had felt the delicate pull of love before, and he had been ready to do just the same.

His understanding only grew when he considered who Anakin had proposed to marry.

Obi-Wan had known you for several years as you followed your father's lead into membership of the Queen's council. Your instatement had begun with Padme's reign, and he understood that you were her closest advisor and her most successful negotiator.

As he looked at you now, humbled and completely in love, he felt himself relax for the first time in many years where Anakin was concerned. He was always worried, apprehensive, or anxious about the boy, feeling completely responsible for his life and his successes. He always worried over the way Anakin would react to things with such a fire in his heart, with such emotion, or the way he seemed doomed to remain reckless. He saw now that you had taken the edge off of Anakin's dangerous habits and pulled him from a very uncertain journey in his life.

You were the best path for Anakin - and Obi-Wan fully supported his former padawan's decision.

Obi-Wan stepped away from you as he took a closer look at the terrarium on the nearby table. His tone dropped to his usual dignified self. "Where is Anakin?"

"I'm not sure, actually. I haven't seen him since breakfast."

"Really?" Obi-Wan looked back over his shoulder at you, toiling with a small blossom in his hand. "I thought he wanted to have a hand in the planning with you."

"I thought so, too," you glanced down at your hands, fighting the frustration as it swelled with you, "But he's been absent for the last few days. I've only seen glimpses of him here and there."

"Hm," he straightened his posture as you joined him at his side again, walking down the rows of tables, trying his hardest to not show his skepticism, "typical."

"I know. He's always running off and busying himself, which is one of the things I love about him. He doesn't let a minute of his life go wasted. He's always learning, inventing, or planning something..."

"But?"

"But I thought this would be different for him! Planning our wedding, testing the cakes, having our opinions on things...creating a few more memories of the whole process..."

"And?"

You looked up at Obi-Wan, suddenly unable to withhold the coursing emotion from your tone. You gestured with your hands as you spoke in an effort to express the urgency of your confusion. "And I thought that was what he wanted, too! He even pleaded with me to let him see the dress before the wedding while I had the final fitting, but he never showed. In fact, I had to choose the table decorations, and if it hadn't been for the help of a kind servant-woman who was working on the chairs," you gestured to the bows on the wooden furniture as you passed by them, "I would have been completely lost. I tasted the wine by myself, ate six different cakes, and spent three hours picking the right shade of frosting – all on my own, which wasn't supposed to happen. We were supposed to do this together!"

"Have you spoken to him about this?"

"I haven't had the chance to," your voice softened, "not that I would mention it now, anyway. I don't want to start something unnecessary and risk ruining the ceremony."

"Would you rather go through with it feeling the way you are now?"

You mulled over his words and let them soak into your thoughts, realizing soon enough that having this frustration weighing on your mind would inevitably tarnish the experience. You needed to have a discussion with Anakin before the ceremony took place the next evening.

"I suppose you're right. I need to speak with him beforehand."

You walked in silence, both of you considering the situation and its implications. As you neared the end of the setup where the banqueting tables were, the chatter of the servants and decorators grew a little louder. You were mindlessly aware of their nearing you both as a few of them began to take their leave of the ballroom for the night.

"What if I'm making something out of nothing?" You whispered.

"If it's bothering you, (Y/n), then it is most certainly not nothing. Anakin would agree with me."

"I hate it when you both do that." A smile broke across your features, encouraging a stifled laugh to quietly escape your lungs.

His dimples formed from under his beard. He stopped short and donned an incredulous expression. "Do what?"

You laughed freely as you paused next to him. "Use each other as a means of getting me to d-"

"I heard one of the handmaidens say she saw the Senator make off for the royal gardens with the groom last night!"

You both whirled around as the unexpected pitch of feminine voices clipped your conversation to a jagged end. You listened as they joined together in a strain of ungodly gossip. It was impossible to continue your train of thought with their words buzzing in your ears as they skirted around you both, taking no note of who you were.

The groom? Were they talking about Anakin?

"And I heard they had been seen in the villa this morning – walking together."

"Isn't it grand? A real scandal happening right under our noses!"

You looked to Obi-Wan, whose eyes were already trained on yours in skeptical shock. Your brows puckered together as you turned your head to the left, straining to hear their conversation as they began to distance themselves from you the two of you.

"I know, nothing ever happens here."

"I bet they're having an affair! He's hardly been seen with the bride since they arri..." The young girls' words faded from earshot as their little group shuffled toward the large doors. Your eyes stayed magnetized to the marble floor as your mouth fell open to some extent, feeling the sudden reality of their conversation dawn on you completely.

Among every worry, curiosity, and frustrated bewilderment you had had about his and Padmé's absence in the last few days, an affair was not something you had considered even a remote possibility. But as you stood with your head ducked, wringing the growing anxiousness from your hands, and your stomach churning with vicious ferocity, it all seemed to fall into place. You blinked away the shock and the faint tingling of tears, clearing your throat.

"It's nothing to worry about, (Y/n). A simple misunderstanding, I'm sure of it. You know Anakin; he would never be one to do something so reckless."

Your eyes lifted from the floor and into his gaze in a pensive eloquence, where he realized his choice of words were less than appropriate. He sighed inwardly, targeting the error in his vocabulary, and working quickly to correct himself. Anakin is reckless. But was he reckless enough to something like this? Obi-Wan knew that he wasn't – he couldn't be, but he feared you would take more convincing on the matter after the last week's turn of events.

Your (e/c) irises bored into his, pleading for some other explanation, for proof that none of this could be true. "Not that kind of reckless, (Y/n). This is nothing more than a story concocted by busy bystanders who have nothing better to do than contrive unrealistic scenarios about innocent people," he touched your shoulder with a comforting amount of pressure, stroking over the fabric of your clothes with his thumb. "Anakin loves you, he would never do anything to break your trust, much less jeopardize your relationship."

"Thank you, but- but I-um...I think I'm going to retire for the night, Obi-Wan, if you don't mind. I'll...I'll see you in the morning?"

He gave you a nod and bid you a quiet goodnight. He watched you make your way to the doors and slip through them and down the hall, pure heartbreak emanating from your very core. He was astonished by your calm composure, but he knew there was much brimming beneath the surface. He could sense the fear, the jealousy, and the confusion that coursed through you. He could also sense you trying to fight it, but even the strongest people are sometimes overwhelmed by the weight of their emotions.

"For your sake, Anakin, I hope it isn't true." He murmured to himself.

You made large strides back to the stairwell of the palace, trying to even your breathing as it tore through your lungs and ravaged in an uneven flow through your airways. As you neared the end of the corridor toward the open-balcony walls that sat adjacent to the stairs, you caught glimpse of a pair of silhouettes in the moonlight, starkly contrasting the glowing hue of the native flora. Chancing a double-take, you peered closer. Your breath hitched in your throat as your heart dropped into your stomach, pulling all gravity with it.

You recognized the silhouette as your fiancé, and the other, as your Senator and close friend.

They stood close to one another as Anakin, with his head lowered, spun the stem of a radiating flower between his fingers. You watched as Padme's delicate hands enclosed around his forearms and her head dipped forward as she tried to see Anakin's face.

You turned away abruptly, feeling suddenly as though you had witnessed something that you weren't meant to. You rushed up the flight of stairs and through a series of corridors and courtyards until you reached the guest wing of the palace, all the while that this was all a treacherous misconception, or in the very least, a horrible dream.

Having requested that the guard, who was making his rounds in the hallway where your quarters were located, would summon Anakin when it was most convenient, you paced around your room in a blinding flurry of emotion. The tears that had been tempted to fall only minutes prior had faded with the onslaught of your growing confusion. You had begun to attempt to reason with the situation as time wore on while you waited, trying to piece things together in a way that made the gossip unreliable.

But it didn't work.

You couldn't deny that every time Anakin had left you, Padmé had been quick to follow. Each time either of them would return, whether for mealtimes or just to check in on the progress, the other soon followed. There hadn't been a moment when one had been alone by your side or elsewhere – they were either present or gone together.

For two hours, you tried to busy yourself about your room by changing into sleepwear, flipping through books, and slowly pulling a brush through your (h/c) tendrils. But in every avenue of distraction you attempted to pursue, your foot bounced against the cool floor and your lips curled inward with tight restraint. Anxiety was riddled throughout your body.

When a knock finally rapped on your door, you were standing on the small balcony overlooking the northern hills, watching the moon's reflection over the lake as it rippled under the late breeze. Without consent, the door inched open, and Anakin peered around the edge of the doorframe. He smiled giddily when he caught sight of your grey nightgown swaying in the breeze, mimicking the fluttering of the sheer curtains that hung in the archway of the balcony.

He made his way to you as quietly as he could with the hope of catching you off guard. As he neared the edge of the balcony, you barely turned your head to the side, acknowledging his presence. His childlike excitement deflated at the failure of his surprise.

"You wanted to see me?" His voice was like velvet as his hands settled on your shoulders from behind, placing a soft kiss on the supple skin of your cheek. You wanted to savor his touch as you basked in the moonlight, but the ever-present uncertainty of his loyalty plagued your heart. You slipped out of his grasp and returned to the haven of your room, mindlessly picking up a book from the nearby dresser and picking at the edges of the cover. Your silence perturbed him.

He mimicked your footsteps back inside. "Is something wrong?"

"I have something to ask you." You forced yourself to look up into Anakin's eyes, knowing you could no longer avoid the confrontation. His clueless expression made you doubt your jealousy even more – but you had to be sure.

"Alright, ask away."

"I heard something today while I was in the ballroom...something that troubled me."

"What was it? Did someone say something to you?"

"No, I overheard a conversation," your expression became unreadable to him as you continued, "about you and Padme."

"What about us?"

Your shoulders dropped as you set the book down, having hoped he would have caught on to your inquiry by now. His ignorance somehow made your doubt grow again. Did he really not know? Or was he playing dumb?

You let out a sigh as you rubbed your forehead, squeezing your eyes shut. You hated this. You hated not being completely sure about Anakin. You hated feeling afraid and vulnerable. You hated that you weren't sure and you hated even more that you were even considering this to be a possibility – but what were you supposed to think?

You turned to face him slowly, taking a moment to regain your composure. When the words refused to come out articulately, you simply spit them out.

"Are you and Padmé together?"

His expression grew even more oblivious. "Together?"

You huffed. "Are you cheating on me with Padmé?"

Heavy silence fell as Anakin processed your words and the accusations that came with them. When he finally looked back up at you, you could see that he was hurt, and utterly lost.

"What?"

"Are you?!"

"N-no! For heaven's sake! Where did you get that idea!?"

You were silent as you studied his face and the tone of his voice, probing him for any hint of deceit. He simple stared back with most perturbed expression he had ever worn.

"What brought this on, (Y/n)!?"

"You haven't been around me all week, Anakin! You never showed up to help me with the table decorations like you promised, or with the wine and the cakes! You didn't even come to the fitting after begging me for weeks to let you see the gown before the ceremony!"

A look of recognition dawned on his face, which only fueled your frustration.

"You said we would do this together, and here I was, making all of the last decisions by myself, and with no explanation for it!"

"I'm sorry I wasn't there. I didn't even think about how it would look. But you have to underst-"

"And Padmé was nowhere to be seen either! Every time she left, you left with her, or visa versa!"

"Hold on," Anakin's face contorted into one of disbelief, "Just because we left at the same time, you assumed I was disloyal to you!?"

"No!"

"Then what other reason is there!?"

"I heard the servants talking about how they had seen you and Padmé together in the gardens and in the villa, all while I was being told that she was making preparations for the guests, and you- you were off no-one-knows where!" Tears sprung from your eyes as you explained, forfeiting the persona of your anger with a rampage of hot tears. Your voice broke as you spoke. "And I saw you in the gardens earlier, giving her a flower. I saw her touch you."

"A flower?" He murmured, racing through his recollections of the evening. He stumbled upon the incident in his memories, realizing what you had seen.

Oh, no. No, no, no, he thought to himself. You had it all wrong! He pinched the bridge of his nose before running his hands through his hair and rubbing his face. His hesitation made your heart race, giving the impression of a confirmation.

"So it's true?"

"No, of course not! I wasn't giving Padmé a flower, we were picking-...picking..."

"Picking what!? What, Anakin?!"

"Picking flowers for the ballroom!" He reluctantly exclaimed. "We've been trying to pull together something special for you."

"What are you talking about?"

He was quiet for a moment as he pulled together his clarification. "I know how much you love bioluminescent plants, so she and I have been trying to pick the perfect species to go with the decorations you picked, but they weren't in season, so we had to go through this whole ordeal with the Queen's council to convince them to allow us to propose a single-party trade with a neighboring planet. Without you being present to cast a vote, they refused us at first,"

Your tears had begun to slow as relief flooded your heart, silencing the pang of jealousy and the expounding burden of hurt.

"And I missed the tables, and the wine and the cake because I was trying to help Padmé with organizing the whole thing, which took a lot more convincing than either of us expected. A few of the decorators were in on it, so we asked them to make up something on the spot if you or anyone else asked about us. We were trying to be discreet so we could surprise you. And then we had to find a time to do it when you weren't around."

"So-so you weren't...you weren't-?"Another tear slipped from your eyes as you realized what he had been doing for you, introducing another wave of emotion – but this time, it was an embarrassment. You felt outright foolish.

He shook his head gently. A smile spread across his face and lifted the tension from the room, siphoning the anxious rigidity from your bones. "No, of course not."

"What about the gardens earlier? What I saw?"

"We were out there making sure all the flowers had been brought into the hall before you saw them. There were still a few cases of them being brought in, so I picked one to keep for your journal; the one with the dried plants in it?" he glanced down at his hands, feeling uneasy of his next words. Your mouth parted in shock, for you had been completely wrong. "And I told Padmé that I wasn't sure I would make a good husband to you...that I didn't think I deserved you. She was trying to convince me otherwise. That's all that was, (Y/n.)"

"What did she say?" You breathed.

"She told me how much you loved me, and how long you had been waiting for this to happen. She said you told her years ago when you had seen me for the first time that you wanted to marry me, and th-"

He watched as you dropped your face into your hands in attempt to hide the fresh onslaught of tears. An estranged sob leapt from your lungs, releasing the unbearable weight of fear and growing heartache that had begun to poison your hopeful spirit.

"Come here," he whispered, drawing near you with open arms. You melted into his embrace and burrowed your head into his chest. His cheek nestled against your hair as he dotingly stroked your back with his hands. He allowed you to regain your composure before he quietly asked, "Don't you trust me?"

Sniffling away the moisture gathering in your eyes and nose, you raised your head and wiped your tears. "I do, Anakin, I truly do. But...don't you see how it appeared? And after not knowing anything to hearing what those girls said?"

"Yeah, I see it," he stifled a laugh, shutting his eyes in disbelief that he had been blind to how his absence would have been perceived, "I understand. I'm sorry I wasn't there this week, I really am, but trust me; when you see the ballroom tomorrow night, you'll understand why I had to sacrifice our planning for it. I didn't mean to make you feel alone. I just wanted to give you something you would always remember...I guess I should have thought about how it would look to you, or anyone, really."

"No, no...you have nothing to be sorry for, Ani."

"You don't either."

"Don't I, though? I accused you of being unfaithful and I made you fee-"

"You didn't accuse me; you asked me."

"I-...I just can't bear the thought of losing you Anakin, especially not like that."

"You don't have to worry about that, (Y/n). I'm not going anywhere."

You wound your arms around his back and felt yourself relax against him. He savored your touch as the minutes wore on, inviting his senses to bask in every aspect of the moment. The breeze swept in from the balcony, fluttering through your clothes and traced your skin with it's cool fingers. The curtains rippled with a calming sound as they were pulled forward and back to the rhythm of the wind. Anakin's heartbeat synced with yours, binding your thoughts and emotions together as one.

"Would you like to see it?" He whispered, pulling you from his chest gently.

"Tonight? Really?" Your flushed cheeks regained their color, welcoming the childish smile that accompanied your fiancé's.

Anakin had whisked you through the halls and courtyards, briskly making his way to the ballroom with growing excitement. When the two of you stood before the large wooden doors, you felt your heartbeat surge through your fingertips and toes. You could barely contain your anticipation. He needn't ask if you were ready from the impatient expression you wore. He wound his fingers around the handles of the doors and flung them open, sending a calm tidal wave of air throughout the room and igniting an iridescent reaction along the walls.

Your mouth fell open and your eyes grew wide as the blue hue of the luminescent vegetation radiated all around the ballroom. The beams of moonlight that flooded the balconies enhanced the alluring appeal of the enormous space. You could feel life teeming around the room.

Every draped and potted cluster of vegetation that had already been set out was now accompanied by the careful distribution of various species of fungi and blossoms, shining with the essence of breathing life, blooming and glowing in the darkness. You recognized the very same flower you had seen in Anakin's hands; it had been multiplied around the room and tucked in every corner. It was a beautiful azure blossom that shimmered with an iridescent radiance in the dark.

You took your first few steps inside with Anakin's hand under your arm, leading you into the wonderland he had created for you. You were speechless as you turned to look at his joyful face.

Somehow, this wonderful young man had taken something that was already more beautiful than you could have hoped for, and made it into something unfathomably transfixing. He had brought your dreams to life without them ever having been spoken.

He caught your hand in his unexpectedly. "Come on! I want to show you something!"

He led you to one of the tables that were decorated with a terrarium centerpiece. You noticed little glowing pistils had been sprinkled over the blur cloth you had picked, mixing with the white buds. They leaned towards you as you passed by them, following you with serene curiosity.

You looked away as Anakin waved his hand over the glass. You watched as a dozen or so pairs of wings began to glow with the sudden intensity of a match being struck, igniting their luminous beauty as they took flight and fluttered around the expanse of the spacious dome. He pulled you across the aisle and to another terrarium.

"You try it this time," he took you by the wrist and guided your hand near the dome, "They're sensitive to movement, so they'll glow like this while the guests are sitting."

You followed his eager instruction and slowly hovered your hand along the glass, igniting the same transfixing reaction. An excited laugh leaped from your lungs, which encouraged Anakin to do the same. Your adjoined merriment echoed around the ballroom, waking every fluttering insect in each terrarium and sending a wave of light across the walls as the sound reverberated and reacted with the living plant life.

"Ani, this is- this is..." your vision blurred as you took a turn around the room, "this is more than I thought possible. It's like a dream."

"So you like it?"

"Like it?" You laughed, throwing your arms around his neck. "I love it!" His chuckle resounded against your chest as he returned your embrace, lifting your feet from the ground. When your toes dipped onto the floor, he pulled away and took your cheek into the palm of his hand. The blue glow of the room reflected in his pale eyes and gave a cerulean hue to his light skin.

"Thank you."

"Anything for you, (Y/n)."

"I can't believe I get to marry you in a place like this tomorrow night." You whispered. The smile on your face elevated your gleeful tone. Anakin pressed his lips to yours, banishing any doubt you had ever felt from your body. He smiled against you and opened his eyes gently. You could have sworn there were tears collecting in his glimmering blue eyes.

"I can't wait."

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Both Good and Evil

Summary: Darth Regius has a mission sent down from Emperor Palpatine. Entice Anakin Skywalker to the Dark Side using any means possible. But as the two draw closer, learning more about their pasts, they realize the balance of both good and evil.

Warnings: Ends with angst, darker themes, LONG ASS FIC

“Careful, Anakin, too harsh of a swing and you can hurt yourself!” 

You tuck a bit of your bottom lip underneath your teeth as you look at the hologram of the handsome young Jedi training with fervor, his blonde braid gently swaying with each swing of his saber. 

“I’m glad you find him attractive, you’ll need that...” a general says from behind you. 

“And why is that?” 

“You’ll need to use your...sexual capabilities to draw him over.”

Turning towards the bitter old man, the sharp static nips at your fingers as the dark Force flows through you, imagining his throat slowly closing under your grasp. 

“You will not comment on my capabilities again unless you like your little hands there, General,”

Throwing him to the ground, you ignite one of the tiny dagger like lightsabers concealed in your corset and send it straight into the General’s head. A soft sizzle and subtle smell of pennies fills the air as you analyze the Jedi from his hologram state.

Anger fills his stature with each calculated swing, a certain glint in his eye. One that obviously hungers for revenge. A weakness, something to prey on.

Something to lure him to the Dark side...

You feel your eyes flutter to a close, the world around you turning to static as you feel for his dark energy. Then you find it, the tiniest of sparks. Before you can prey upon it, your eyes are forced open, a voice echoing from behind you:

“Who are you? How did you get into the Jedi temple?”

There he was, lightsaber raised, fear in his eyes. A fight he knew he might not win against the renowned Darth Regius. 

But as you look around your surroundings, it seems as if he was on the ship with you, standing as if he had boarded minutes ago.

“I could ask you the same thing, how did you get on my ship?”

He refuses to answer, the words on his tongue fighting against his lips, a stoic face to hide his fear for the vixen of power standing before him. You cock your head softly to the side, walking closer to him as you feel the dark static you feel pulsing through your veins exuding from him. 

“You want revenge, I can feel it. You want power and to feel free from the shackles the Jedi Order have locked on you.” 

“You’re wrong!” 

His voice wavers, his saber drops the slightest touch, his shoulders ease. The idea tickles his ears as it runs like a mad man throughout his train of thought. Slowly, you bridge the gap drawn between the two of you, holding out your hand towards him. 

“Show me your pain. And I can show you freedom.” 

You can see the switch in his mind, feel the light side burning you with its touch as an even more real burn makes its way towards your extended hand. The connection ends as the lightsaber lands, leaving singed skin and grimaces. 

But you saw it, the Dark side taunting him, pulling him in slowly. 

He just needed a little push.

-

You sit in your black armchair, looking at the stars as they whiz by, your tongue enveloping the bitter coffee as you sip it. 

“How did you know I wanted revenge.”

You smirk as you place the cup back on the saucer that delicately balances on your lap. Turning your head, you quirk an eyebrow at the shirtless man before you, obviously roused from sleep.

“Well, good evening to you too,”

“Answer the question.”

A soft chuckle bounces across your throat before you lift your small cup and take another sip of coffee. 

“Why the Force of course,” you say softly, looking out at the stars once again. “You’re taught that the different sides of the Force are just that, different.”

“Because one is used for evil and the other good.”

“But the Force doesn’t determine that, the person wielding it does. Some don’t choose either side, some choose to be the balance. Like how you were prophesied to be. The Jedi Order is delusional, thinking that balance means goodness restored.” 

His eyes widen softly with interest, his shoulders releasing themselves from the cords that hung them close to his ears. You gesture towards the chair in front of you, to which he slowly takes.

“Listen, Anakin, I understand the Order is your entire life. But there is so much you don’t know, what they’ve kept from you. Because balance is not one way or another. One cannot exist without the other. You’re prophesied to bring balance to the Force, not be the Order’s puppet.”

“But that balance means the fall of the Dark Side, that’s what I was meant to do.” he says, his face contorted into confusion.

“Not necessarily. While yes, I do believe you will be the fall of the Sith, the Dark Side will always be around. I believe you are not a sole vessel for goodness. You are a vessel of great complexity, holding both good and dark in your hands.”

Silence fills the vessel as your gaze is drawn back towards the stars. You feel his eyes on you until he fades away, yet another connection broken.

- 

“Jedi are swarming the ship! We need to evacuate!” 

Grabbing your lightsaber, you secure it to your corset filled with saber daggers, their handles at the ready. Rushing out from your room, you look at the battleground before you. 

“There she is! Darth Regius!”

A group of young Jedi’s yelled this as they ran down the hallway towards you. But as you pulled the handle from your corset, relinquishing the burning blade, they ran like chickens. 

“(Y/N)?” 

Turning around quickly, you’re met with a stunned Anakin, his lightsaber at the ready. Without hesitation, you take the first swing. As confusion interrupts his beautiful features, you project a message through the Force. 

Look like you hate me. Wouldn’t want your master to find out about our little chats now would you?

Quickly, forced hatred plasters onto him as his strikes become more and more aggressive. As his force becomes harder and harder to block, you become more frantic. No way were you about to let a padawan bring you down, even if he was your mission. 

Without a thought, your next swing strikes him in the face, causing the smallest of scratched burns to form. With a gasp, you watch as he reels back from the blow, a small smirk coming on his face. 

“You owe me a rematch,”

With that, he runs away with his other Jedi as the entire ship cheers in defeat of the Jedi attack. Everyone around you chants your name, but you don’t have the same fervor. Instead, your mind replays the moment over and over again, one sentence coming out in front it all. 

He finally trusts me. 

 -

"Why trust me?” you ask softly from your desk, different forms needing to be signed glaring at you under harsh light. 

“I don’t,” Anakin replies, his lightsaber humming with each swing as he twirls it around with accuracy, pacing back and forth in your room. 

You stop what you’re doing, laying the pen down straight against the papers before standing up. Anakin stops his twirl pacing, looking towards you as you hold out both hands to him.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you something to trust.” 

A few minutes pass as you hold your position in front of him, your hands beginning to shake under the weight of vulnerability. Eventually, he drops his saber somewhere unseen, and the calloused hand as well as metal seamlessly slide into yours. 

You project your worst memory, Emperor Palpatine murdering your parents. They were meant to keep his child safe alongside you, raising the two of you together so you would become dyad’s in the force, a perfect storm of darkness. 

But then the child ran away.  

A dyad unmade. 

A deal broken.

The tears fall as you hear their screams, the buzz of a lightsaber silencing them with one fell swoop. 

“Come, child,” his gravelly voice echoes. 

Filled with fear you follow, the memory ending, leaving you reduced to tears in front of the boy you had just barely gotten to know. 

“You’re...young, like me?” Anakin says shakily, looking at you with unshed tears. “I was always told you were older.”

You shake your head, shaking the tears away, shaking the pain and loss off your heart. 

“I worked hard to survive. Be the child Palpatine lost or face the same fate as my parents.”

“Have you tried to escape? Call for help from the Order?” 

“They are the reason my parents are dead!” 

You harshly pull your hands away from his, the broken and war torn fingers digging into your own hips. 

“A Jedi saw Palpatine’s child and helped him escape, to bring him away from the dark side. That Jedi signed my parents’ death warrant...” 

Turning your back to him, you sigh, lifting a shaking hand to wipe away any sign of weakness left on your face. But another wave of sadness hits you as something different enters your mind’s eye.

Anakin, his nightmares, her dead body, the slaughter, all of it. It plays in your head like a nightmare before his force slowly withdraws. 

Your body disobeys your mind as you twist to the broken man in front of you. 

“You’re not the only one who’s lost someone.” 

Walking over, you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close. His strong arms wrap around your waist as you chuckle softly. 

“We’re both pretty fucked up, huh?”

“I guess we are,”

A knock on the door makes him suddenly disappear, leaving only the shape of him in your curled arms.

-                              

Warm water drips down your skin as you struggle to see through the steam in your small refresher. You reminisce on the months that had passed. What began as long talks across galaxies became long talks across bedrooms. You knew you had a job to bring him to the Dark side, how dangerous a connection to him could be. You repeated the mantra every night. Slipping on the silky robe you placed on the black marble counter, you walk out to your bedroom to find Anakin sitting upon the silk sheets. 

His padawan braid was gone, his dull beige robes replaced by dark leather that showed off his frame quite well. 

“I see they’ve let you graduate, Anakin.”

“Finally...”

“I told you that they wouldn’t understand your power, that they would hold you back,” 

A scoff comes from the man, causing a smirk to come from you. Walking towards him, you gently lay a hand on his cheek where the smallest of scars lays on his handsome face. As you analyze his features, the way his eyes look at you full of lust and adoration, you slowly lay down, laying a gentle kiss on his plush lips. Your hands make their way into his hair as his hands pull you closer to him by your hips. Slowly, your lips break apart but still stay closer together, your mumbles tickling his lips with each word:

“You should grow out your hair, it would suit you,” 

A soft smile, one that only you got to see (but you never knew that) appeared on his face as he gently pulls your hand away from his scalp.

“You flatter me too much,”

“Only because you deserve it.” 

His gaze falls, guilt pushing his shoulders to cave in towards his chest. Your heart shakes, threatening to break. Taking a step back, you take a deep breath as you turn towards the doors of your refresher. 

“You deserve the truth...” you whisper. 

Slowly, you turn back towards him. 

“I was tasked to bring you to the Dark side. Emperor Palpatine is part of the Sith, he is not who you think he is.”

His eyes widen at your sudden divulgence, only to be quickly filled with anger. 

“So all of this time you’ve been manipulating me?!”

“No! Nothing I ever did was to manipulate you!” you walk closer to him. “Because I found not a broken boy but a strong man meant to carry out his prophecy. Please believe me!”

Anakin pushes you away with the Force, an evil glow filling his eyes. You had done your job, but never had you felt worse. 

“Well, I guess you completed your task.” 

And with that...he was gone. 

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First Imagine!

AnakinxReader

Angst, fluff

Warnings: none

Oh,ammm I would like it to be smt with a little angst but mostly fluff where the reader is afraid of darkness but always try to hide it until Anakin finds out while on a mission (end it however you want to:D)

Onto the story !

Conceal, don’t feel. I pushed my dark feelings deep down inside, it kept creeping up like bile in my throat. I twiddled my fingers nervously as I sat in the ship with Anakin and Obi-Wan. Lord knows how scared I was around them, I mean the force could sense darkness right? I was scared of this darkness, Bc I knew If I couldn’t control it good enough it would take over me and turn me evil, I mean that’s how Siths came to be. ‘You can be the most powerful person in the world, you can rule the galaxy, no one telling you what to do’ I squeezed my eyes shut and put both hands on my head as I tried to clear my thoughts. Anakin noticed this. “Y/N.... Y/N!” I gasp and look up to see Anakin. “I sense that there’s something deeply disturbing you.” I started to panic. “L-like what..” I replied. “Like evil? Darkness.” He said eyeing me. “Pft what? No, not at all, nope.” I said popping the P and adding a fake smile to my face. “Ok, you know you can tell me right? If anything is wrong?” I nod my head. “Of course.” He goes back to the front of the ship where Obi-Wan was. I sigh in relief. “Come on self keep it together!” I say to my self

We sneak into the room we knew Count Dooku would be in. I had my blaster in hand while Obi-wan and Anakin hands were in the hilt of their belt ready to draw their lightsabers. “Ah, Y/N I’ve been waiting for you, I’ve heard so much about you.” I turn around and point my blaster at the person speaking. “Dooku, what do you want, how do you know my name?” “That’s not a need to know now Is it ?” Dooku responded. Obi And Anakin drew their lightsabers. “Leave her Alone Count Dooku.” Obi said. “Oh have you not told your friends? About the darkness that almost consumes you, day to day.” “Shut up!” I said through gritted teeth. “What is he talking about Y/N?” I sigh as tears enter my eyes. I turn to Anakin. “I was going to tell you when I was ready. It won’t go away, I don’t know why it chose me.” I said my voice cracking. “It chose you Bc you’re strong in the force, you my dear can rule by my side.” I heard Dooku behind me. I lowered my weapon as the dark thoughts consumed my mind again, both hands shot up to both sides of my head and I scream out in pain. ‘Join us.’ ‘You will be the most powerful in all the Galaxy.’ ‘You can overthrow Dooku.’ I raise my gun to Anakin. “More powerful than you” I said in a trance. “Y/N don’t listen to the darkness, this Isn’t you. You’re good.” “I am darkness.” I say my voice cracking. “The person I love is not dark, I love you Y/N.” I feel myself wince or rather the darkness. “Come back Y/N, come back to me.” He said softly. I could feel myself pushing through the darkness. “Don’t listen to him.” Count Dooku says. Anakin begins to slowly approach me. “You’re good Y/N.” I look into his eyes and memories of him and I flood my mind. Me and Anakin practicing lightsaber fighting, jokes we threw at each other,Looking at each other at sunset, hugging him when he got back from a mission I didn’t get to go on. I gasp and come back and drop my blaster and pull Anakin into a tight hug, the tears leaving my eyes. He hugged me back tightly. “I knew you were good.” He said into my hair.

We arrive back home and I head straight to my room, not wanting to talk to Obi about anything, not even Anakin. “Y/N, hey wait up.” I turn to see Anakin running after me. “Anakin I don’t-, I cant talk about it.” I say looking down. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He said looking down at me. “I-I couldn’t lose you as a friend.” I say looking up at him with teary eyes. “You are so much more than a friend to me.” He said smiling. “A sister?” I say looking back down. He chuckled. “No, a lover.” He said lifting my chin to look at him. “But that’s against-.” “And you think I care? I can’t keep these feelings in any longer Y/N, please tell me you’ll be mine, I love you.” I don’t get to respond Bc he kisses me, right there in front of my door. I kiss back and pull away. “Sure.” I smile at him. He smiled and kissed me again, let’s just say the next year, that darkness left, for good.

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Would anakinxreader sex pollen be a plausible for a request. I’ m thirsting for him 😈

👀👀👀 it is totally an option, yes......and maybe or maybe not I'm thinking of a threesome with obi involved...?

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The Subtleties of the Force - Part two

You are from this world, but at a convetion you stumble into the world between worlds, eventually falling into the Star Wars galaxy. Slow burn Anakinxreader content due to reader trying to keep the timeline straight.This is a long one, as I had put all chapters below so strap in. Begins at the start of AOTCFem reader, I hope you enjoy. Part one here

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It had been three years since you had been stabbed by Count Dooku and in those years you had watched the galaxy change. Though you had managed to recall at least some of the major events, helping to bring down several separatists along the way. Upon the council’s wishes Obi-Wan had taken you on as a student, though you refused the title Padawan or joining the Jedi order they had agreed it was in your best interest to learn how to wield the power you had. You had also convinced the council that some of their rules had become all but obsolete. Explaining to them that love was not a thing that should be shunned, but utilised. 

Ki-Adi Mundi had to agree with you, his marriages had proven not only fruitful to his species but to his own mental health. It helped that almost all of the children exhibited force sensitivity. To this the council agreed and love was now part of the code. Giving Anakin the chance to live with his wife in the open.

Your relationship with Anakin had dwindled, attempting to keep your own heart protected you had kept yourself away from him, only interacting if your missions involved each other. Every time you saw him, he would try to speak to you, catch you alone in some way but each time you would silently turn away from him. It stung his pride of course it did, but it was necessary. 

You had kept him away from the Chancellor at least. Having him promise that any thoughts or fears he might have he would go to Yoda with. How could he refuse you? 

Turning around from your place at the dining table you see Shaak Ti walking toward you. 

“Your information is invaluable y/n. We have managed to finally remove the inhibitor chips from every clone and stopped the production of them. The council owes you a great debt.” 

You smiled and thanked the Master Jedi for her words.  There is a commotion behind her and you both move to look at what was happening. Anakin and Ahsoka stood with a crowd around them, each Jedi cheering them for their great feats. You rolled your eyes. 

“Excuse me, Shakk Ti, I am needed elsewhere.” You excuse yourself and head for the door on the opposite side of the room, heading out to the hallway. Your whole body wants to run to your friend and wrap your arms around him, you had missed the opportunity to get to know Ahsoka in order to stay away from him. Though you had ensured she would not get the blame for the explosion when it happened. Your mind was so focused on your memories that you walked straight into Mace Windu and Obi-Wan. 

“Ah, excellent, we were just looking for you. Will you come with us?” You nod to the two older men and follow them along the hall. 

“What happens if we send them?” Mace asks. You aren’t sure if you should say, your eyes glance up at Obi-Wan who nods. 

“We have intelligence that the Chancellor has been taken hostage by Count Dooku and General Grievous on a starship.” you halt at Windu’s words.

“No. Do not do it. Don’t send anyone, especially not Anakin. This is it, this is where it begins.” your words are quiet but it makes both men turn to look at you. 

"I don't think we need to. It is time, I think, for me to tell you all what is happening. Could you call the council?" You ask them. Obi-Wan nods, placing his hand on your shoulder. 

“In the story you send Obi-Wan and Anakin with a squadron. They take the ship, there are some casualties. Obi-Wan is knocked unconscious and Anakin…Dooku’s death is the beginning of the end for him. It could be different now, the Chancellor does not hold the same power over him as he did before. I just don’t think we should risk. Please send someone else.” you all but beg them at the end.

“You and I then, my young one.” Obi smiles at you. The confidence he has in you is possibly misplaced. 

"Alright dear one. I will call for you when we are ready." You nod to your Master and quietly watch them walk away. 

"You've been avoiding me again." Anakin's voice appears in your ear and you turn to see his face close to yours. 

"No, I have been busy. There is a war on, if you haven't forgotten." There is an attempt to be funny and deflect his accusation. 

"Please don't push me away. I've done everything you asked of me. All these years." It's the same plea each time he catches you. 

"Master Skywalker, I heard of your promotion, I should have congratulated you earlier." You try to change the subject. 

"Thank you. Can I, can I see you? Properly see you. I have so much to tell you." 

"You should see your wife, she will.no doubt have some news for you." 

He scoffed at your words. 

"She has hardly spoken to me in the last year. Too busy with her many male visitors to worry about me." 

"What do you mean?" You ask, dropping your disinterest. 

"She has affairs, I don't blame her. I am not a husband that she can rely on. I tried, I really tried it, for you I tried but I couldn't do it, so I've taken every mission I could to stay away from her because…because I dream about you. I know you've grown close with Obi-Wan and I understand if you…if you love him." 

Your hand resting on his forearm stops his words. 

"Anakin, I'm so sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing. You were supposed to have children with her-" 

"Well I haven't and it is has been nothing but torture. Every single day I question why you made me do this and you never give me answers as to why." 

You take a step back from him. 

"Anakin, you don't understand-" 

"I do! It's me isn't it? The Great evil you are here to stop. I know it, from that day after Geonosis, the way you looked at me." He didn't approach you, but took his own step backward and slumped against the wall. 

"I'm sorry, Anakin." In truth your heart was breaking. You had wanted to tell him everything you had seen and known but he had gone before you had a chance. 

"I should've told you a long time ago. In the stories you fall to the darkside, seduced by the dreams you have of Padme's death. The ch, Darth Sidious uses your insecurities to warp your mind." 

"The chancellor? That's why you didn't want me to see him? I've had no dreams of Padme's death." Anakin admitted. 

"Maybe-"

"Only yours." His words cut through you. 

"Mine? What do you see?" You ask. 

Anakin takes in a long deep breath, his hand finding yours when he finally stands back to his full height. 

"I see you, standing in front of a hooded man, then you are on the floor, bloody and crying. I can't get to you in time and before you. It's like when you first came here and you kept phasing out, but you don't come back." A single tear drops down his face. 

You have no response that sounds remotely right so you simply stand there, holding his hand. 

"I wish we could go back to then, when you first came here." Anakin spoke softly. 

"So do I." You whisper back to him. 

"Y/n?" Obi-Wan's voice called out to you through your mind. 

"The council is ready for us, come on." You say to Anakin turning on your heel and all but marching through the halls. Over the years you had prided yourself on learning the layout of the temple, at least enough to always get you to your dormitory and the council chambers. The large doors still held as much fear as they did that first day. Your chest beat in your ears as you approached. Obi-Wan stepped out to you, taking your hands. 

"You'll be okay, dear one. Just remember to breathe through it." Your eyes are held by his and the two of you appear to communicate through your minds. When you feel your thoughts clear enough to be coherent you nod to him and make your way inside.

"I have brought Master Skywalker with me, as he has a right to know all of this as well." You begin, "I'll jump straight to the chase. The eminent threat is the Chancellor. He is not who he has been pretending to be, rather he is the Sith Lord Darth Sidious. Apprentice to Darth Plagueis. He was planning order 66, which luckily should now be basically undoable with the inhibitor chips removed from the clones. Unfortunately he still has the droid army and the separatists on his side, not to mention the backing of almost the whole senate. There is evidence that we can get, including plans for a super ship that can destroy worlds called the death star." You stop thinking about what else you needed to say…"um there is a lightsaber in a statue in his office. He is strong though, and has force lightning." Your chest was starting to get right. "I don't…I can't, things are starting to get foggy. It's been a long time since I, um. He was going to turn Anakin, use the distrust you each had for him and his for you, cultivate it, but we changed that. Darth, Darth Maul is still alive, I don't-" you hold your hand to head. Somewhere behind you Anakin's voice echoes into your ears. Your body flickers. Visions of another world flash in front of you. No, not another world, your world, your real home. Where are you though? Not your apartment. A street, not a real street, a film set. 

"Y/n?" Anakin places his hand on your shoulder and you're back in the council chambers. 

"Anakin, I can't, I need…Obi-Wan." Your friend rises from his seat taking hold of your shoulders as you fall backward into him. 

"What is happening, Master Kenobi?" Kit Fisto asked. 

"I don't know." Obi-Wan answered, holding onto you. 

Pain severed through your mind, making you grasp at your head. The Emperor's face lit up in front of you as he laughed. Count Dooku dead before him with Anakin standing beside him. 

"He's in my head." You call out. One hand clutching to Obi-Wan as the other reaches out for Anakin. "Anakin, please. Stay away from the chancellor, don't go to him, don't let him-" you scream again and you feel memories being plucked from your mind. "Obi-Wan keep him safe, no matter what happens. You have to promise me, both of you!" You're crying but the tears are not water. Dark red stains your face. "In my room, my phone, it has more details. I wrote it all down before it died. Anakin, you're brilliant, you can make a way to charge the battery and get the information. Please I think

I'm losing it all." Bile rises up.in your throat and you can hear the cackling laugh of Palpatine inside your head. The Council had all stood, gathering around you as they watched your eyes slowly close. Your body cradled in Obi-Wan's lap. 

"No, y/n don't go. We can't lose you." Obi-Wan openly wept as you slipped away. 

************

Anakin smacked his hands against the wall as frustration overtook him once more. 

"What is taking them so long?" He growled. 

"It cannot be easy to convince an entire galaxy that the person they put in charge to keep them safe is the actual threat they were fearing." Shaak Ti reminded him. 

"They've been in there for five hours." Anakin stated. 

"Skywalker, you need to calm down, or leave." 

He huffed at her before sitting on one of the cold benches. 

Heavy footsteps walked up the hallway into his line of vision. A dishevelled Obi-Wan sat down beside his once Padawan. 

"Anything?' He asked. Shaak Ti shook her head. 

"Y/n?' Anakin asked, hopeful. 

Obi-Wan shook his head. 

"The healers will not allow me in. I have no news on her." 

"They cannot allow her to die." Anakin said to no one in particular. 

A door opens close by, Yoda walking out with his walking stick. 

"Go we must, our way it is not going." He announced. "The time of the Jedi, over it is, for now." All three Jedi stood and followed Yoda out of the senatorial building. 

"Into hiding we must go. To Anch-To we shall go. Gather everyone we must. Y/n you shall bring Kenobi." 

"My wife?" Anakin asks. 

"Sided with the senator she has. Behind she must stay." They all rush to the temple, where after a message was sent by Yoda on the way everyone was already making quick work of emptying the halls. Both Anakin and Obi-Wan ran to the halls of healing, where you had been placed into a Bacta tank in preparation to be moved. The healers acknowledge their arrival and work around them. 

"Masters?" Ahsoka appeared behind them. "I stayed with her like you asked, Master Kenobi." She stated. Anakin rubbed her shoulder. 

"You have done very well, young one. Are you ready to leave?" He asks gently. 

"Yes Master." 

Another woman steps up to them, introducing herself as Hani your personal healer for the trip. 

"Come, we have transport this way." She gestures to a door in the back and the two men push the tank you are in. The hallways have been darkened and it is hard for them to see where they are going. Nervous energy building around them until they arrived at a hanger. Two garrisons of clone troopers with both Rex and Cody were waiting alongside Plo Koon. 

"Come, we have little time before the droids arrive." Plo announced ushering everyone inside. 

"What is happening?" Ahsoka asked as her hands shook. 

"The senate have declared us war criminals and blame us for everything that is happening. We must all disappear for our own safety." Plo explained. 

"What about the safety of the galaxy?" She squeaked. 

"They will have to wait." He replied flatly and ended the conversation. 

Obi-Wan is attaching your bacta tank to the walls in the communal area of the transport ship. Anakin watches him press his hand to the tank. 

"Do you, are the two of you-?" He can't say the words but Obi-Wan understands him. 

"Besides you y/n is the closest thing I have to family. I love her very dearly, but no, Anakin there is nothing between us. Perhaps once we may have come close, a wayward thought of mine. Her feelings have never wavered. She is yours, heart and soul." Obi hoped his words would sooth his friend. Anakin walked up to the tank, looking into your silent face, a mask covering your mouth and nose. 

"I've missed her so much. Isn't it strange she's only been with us for three years?" Anakin said over his shoulder. 

"It feels like a lifetime ago." Obi agreed. 

Anakin stayed looking at you for many hours until Ahsoka finally persuaded him to get some sleep. The healer stood before you, a glint of a smile on her face. 

"Well, looks like you were wrong and you won't save them. You've just brought their fate quicker." Pressing a few buttons on the panel she walked away, leaving you. Your body twitched in pain, writhing and wriggling against the liquid. 

****************

Seventeen hours after the Jedi had left the known galaxy, and arrived at the first Jedi temple. Five days since your tank had been wheeled into the main temple inside the mountain. One hour since it had been broken and your body flung to the ground. 

Shaking and alone you wake. 

Your eyes shoot open as pain takes hold of your body once more. A whimper across the room alerts you to the healer's presence. She lifts herself off the ground, a shard of the tank glass lodged in her arm. 

"They said you were powerful, but this is something else. There is no way you could have broken through that drug" she yanked the glass from her arm as she spoke. 

"Drug?" You cough out, trying to lift your body from the ground. 

"Come now, you think he didn't know what you were? Of course he knew, he is the Emperor." She towers above you and you slump back to the ground, bacta liquid splashed around your limbs. 

"You may be able to survive the drug but can you survive being torn apart?" Her sadistic smile brought an acidic bile to your throat. 

"Obi-Wan, Anakin." You whisper their names as the healer draws her sabre. Using what little strength you have in your arms you try to crawl back, dragging your useless legs behind you. 

Hani used her abilities to lift you into the air, your body rising out the side of the temple and dangling over the cliff side. Below the other Jedi see this and come running. Obi and Anakin at the forefront. 

"You ruined the Emperor's plans. He wanted Skywalker, but he knows a better way to get him. Your death will reset his plans." Hani cackled but it's cut short as Obi-Wan's sabre drives through her body. You begin to fall. Anakin leaps off the temple following you. Your eyes meet and you reach up your arms to him. His body crashes into yours, pulling you tight against him. Air rushed around you, whipping your hair around your faces. You were sure you would feel the hard ground or sting of the cold water any moment but it didn't come. With a slight bounce the two of you stop and hover above the crashing waves. 

Ahsoka and three other younglings concentrate with their hands outstretched in front of them. Using the force to fly you both to the shore. 

"Are you okay? Did she hurt you?" Anakin whispered in your ear. You shake your head, throat too sore to answer. Once back on the ground you cling to Anakin's robes as he carries you into one of the small stone huts. Ahsoka brings water for you to drink. 

"I'm sorry this should never have happened." Anakin repeated. His arms surrounding you holding both his robe and a blanket around your cold body, still wet from the tank. 

Being unable to talk you pressed your hand to his chest, feeling his heart beating. Silently asking for answers. 

"I'll explain everything soon, my love. First let's get you healthy." He says into your hair. 

The warmth of Anakin's body against you lulled you into a peaceful sleep. He is simply glad to finally have you in his arms, to have you against him. You were alive and by the way your hands still held him tightly, you needed him as much as he needed you. 

You awake again sometime later, Anakin's head resting back against the wall. You open your mouth to speak but no voice comes out. Nothing but breath can escape your throat. Opting instead to lightly tap Anakin's face to wake him. 

"What is it? Are you okay?" He asks, sleep still in his voice. 

You press your fingers to your throat and shake your head. Anakin cups your face with one hand. 

"They said this could happen, when you were, when it happened your throat was clamped by the force. We think it was Palpatine, choking you. Your vocal chords have been damaged." You nod in understanding, placing your head into his shoulder once more. Across the hut the door opens revealing Obi-Wan. 

"We need you both in the temple." He crossed the room and crouched before you, running his fingers through your hair, "oh dear one, we should have been paying closer attention." He whispered. You pull away from Anakin and fall into Obi-Wan's arms. "Can you walk?" He asks. Unsure you allow them both to help you to stand. Your legs are weak and wobble below you. Both men hold onto an arm each helping you to walk back to the temple. The council were waiting for you each with a Solomon look on their face. It's explained that they questioned Hani, the healer. She was being controlled by the darkside, using her position to lace the bacta tank with a drug. The substance kept your mind hazy and your attachment to the force weak. Had she succeeded you may never have awoken. Unfortunately the tank malfunctioned, you had been able to wake enough that you'd burst the tank from the inside. 

"We know you are unable to speak but we need any information you have not yet told us." Plo requests. You turn to look at Obi-Wan, confusion pulling your eyebrows down. 

"I know nothing. I have no memory of my life before…before meeting you." You echo your voice into his mind. Obi-Wan reiterates your words to the council. 

"That is unfortunate." Yadel sighs. 

"Locked away perhaps your memories are. Time to heal you may still need." Yoda nodded his head in your direction and the others agreed. It was determined that Obi-Wan and Anakin would work with you to get your body strong again. At which time they would work on your mind. 

As evening drew in you felt a new fear creeping toward you. The native residents showed you to your own hut, there was a bed and not much else. They lit a fire inside but it did little to quell your fears. Perching on the edge of the bed you called out to the two people who could keep you safe. 

"I don't want to be alone." You explain to them once they have both arrived. Each man sets themselves up a cot in the Anakin right beside your own and Obi-Wan close to 5he door. You finally fall asleep to the sound of R2s recording of a Naboo lullaby, your hand held by Anakin. 

****************

Padme stood alone in her apartment, everyone she knew was dead or part of the new empire. Clothed in a simple black tunic and breeches she waited for her fait. 

JarJar, the secret apprentice to Dooku, appeared at the landing platform. 

"Time to go, Mesa Senator." He spoke in a much lower tone than she had ever known before, his glowing yellow. 

"I am sorry you have fallen so far my old friend." She approached him, looking over his shoulder to see commander Typho standing by the star ship. 

"Only sorry you were caught." JarJar quipped back at her. 

"perhaps old friend, but you should have known better than to believe I would ever bow to an Emperor." As she spoke Typho had moved in close behind the Gungan Shooting him with a stun blaster. Jar jar fell to the ground as Typho pulled the Senator to the ship. 

"We do not have much time. We must get to the Jedi." He said to her as they began pulling away from the landing pad. 

"You know where they've gone?" She asked, settling into the copilot seat. 

"We think so. I had a communication from Rex some time ago. Hopefully the intel is still good." 

"Let's go find my husband." Padme said. 

—

Over the last four days you had slowly learnt how to walk unaided, though Obi-Wan or Anakin would be beside you at all times, holding your arm. Cody had also become more concerned about your safety, stationing a guard at your door at all times. 

The day was unusually warm for Anch-To so you had chosen to sit outside, laying a blanket on the grass. Obi-Wan runs a training session with the younglings not too far away. His eyes would glance over to you every few seconds. 

“Anything come back to you yet?” She asked. You shake your head. 

"I'm alright." You spoke to his mind, still unable to speak. He would nod and return to the lessons.

Ahsoka plonked down beside you. 

“All I remember is them, Obi-Wan and Anakin, there is nothing else.” You think at her. It was a feeling, like you had been pulled into a place you didn’t belong whilst finally finding the one place you were meant to be. Your only memories were those with Obi-Wan and Anakin. 

“It must be really disorientating.” Ahsoka sympathised. You nod and sigh, turning your head to watch the younglings train with their short sabres. If you were honest you had enjoyed the last few days. The planet was quiet and with no memories so was your mind. The Jedi appeared to thrive on this planet, training in the most basic of places took away much of their recent distractions. The clone troopers had begun creating a new network of homes. Building structures around the transport ships and cruisers that had brought them all there. You wondered if you could all stay and live in peace and harmony forever, though you knew that wouldn’t happen. The Empire would eventually reach you all. 

“Where is your Master?” 

“He is coming, the council needed to talk to him.” Ahsoka answers you. 

“I am going for a walk. Distract Obi-Wan if he notices.” You say getting up and walking away. The Island was not massive but big enough that you could hide yourself away on the opposite side. A small flock of Pougs wandered along by your feet

“Miss y/n? Sorry, we’ve been told not to let you be alone.” A trooper called Stirrup appeared a few steps behind you. 

“Can you hear me?” you ask through your mind, unsure if the trooper would hear your voice. The commander lifted his hand to his head, 

“Whow. Was that you?” he asks, you smile and nod. 

“Do we know each other well?” you step closer to him. 

“Yeah, I guess so. We’ve been fighting alongside each other for two and a half years. You really don’t remember, do you?” There is a twinge of sadness in his eyes that makes you feel bad. How could you have forgotten someone who clearly means a lot to you? 

“I’m sorry. The Masters say my memory will return eventually.” 

 “Of course it will, it has too. The Emperor will want everything in that little head of yours.” Stirrup stepped closer to you, his hand grabbing onto your arm. “We’ve been waiting but it’s taking too long. Time to take you back to the Emperor” Stirrup’s head twitched as if he was fighting against mechanics in his neck. Trying to yank your arm out of his you feel his grip tighten, pressing into your flesh. 

“What was this?” He asks you. 

“Anakin!” You call out through the force, bringing your foot up to kick the trooper in his stomach. He drops your arm as he lurches back and you take the opportunity to run away. Trees and bushes whipped at your skin as you ran, blaster shots ringing past you. You know you can out run him, pushing against the ground with the force on your side. You're running blind though, not knowing where you are running. You run into something hard and warm. Anakin’s arm wraps around you and he uses the force to hold Stirrup in the air.

“Anaklin, let him down, you cannot succumb to anger.” you think at him. Anakin looks down at you and nods, dropping the clone to the ground as several more come running in and cuff him. 

“Anakin, check the clones for anything that could be used to control them. The Emperor, he is trying to use me to get to you.” 

“Do you think we could have one boring week?” He laughs and you smile up at him. As Stirrup is marched away Anakin takes your hand to lead you back to your hut. 

“Y/n? Before all of this I was trying to tell you how I felt about you.” He crouched in front of you sitting on the bed. “When you arrived here it was like a dream had come true, then you started to change things, not just me but the Jedi, the code. The galaxy is at war but with your help we have saved thousands of people who would've died before. Your coming here was a miracle none of us knew we needed. I did what you asked me to, I tried to be with her, to do what you needed me to do but I don’t think the time has long passed when that fate would have been true and I…I don’t-” You cut him off by placing your fingers to his lips. His eyes finally look up into yours, a gentle smile gracing your lips. You brush the back of your hand across his chin, dipping them into the curls at the back of his head before leaning into him and pressing a kiss to his lips. Anakin melts into your touch, his fingers holding onto your knees. 

“I love you.” He whispers when you pull away from him. You answer him by crashing your lips to his once more, the kiss is deeper, needer like you were breathing life back into him. Your mind swirled with nothing but him and his scent as he moved, bringing your bodies together and wrapping his arms around you. Anakin has wanted this for so long and so his body reacts to it almost instantly. His breath is shallow, and his hands wander your body, memorising your shape, each rise and fall of your flesh. It is all too intoxicating but you need to feel more of him against you and so you push at his robes, dropping the brown leather to the ground, discarding it along with his belt. His skin is hot and hard against your own, now far too clothed chest. It was Anakin’s turn to need more and he pulled back from you, silently asking for permission. You pull your top over your head, dropping it in the pile. Anakin swallowed the lump in his throat, as you took hold of his hand and brought it up to your chest. He runs his fingers over your breasts feeling the heat of your flesh under his palm before softly touching the scar on your stomach. Your fingers trace his own scare. Reminders of a day that broke both your hearts. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers. 

“Only because I’m so in love.” You think. 

“No it’s because I am so in love with you.” 

“So love has blinded you?” The words feel familiar to you in some way, like a dream lost to waking. Anakin laughs, pulling you close to him once more. 

“That's not what I meant.” He kisses you again 

Outside the sun dropped below the horizon calling the night to take over. Stirrup lay on a bed in the medical centre they had created on one of the cruisers. The droid looked up at Obi-Wan. 

“It would appear this clone still had his chip.” it explained. Obi-Wan pressed a hand over his mouth and hummed in response. 

“We will need to check all the clones we have here. Commander Cody, Rex, have all the men report to you both, and keep them in quarters until we have had everyone checked.” 

“Yes sir.” They replied in unison. 

R2 beeped beside him. 

“What is it?” 

“If you don’t mind sir, R2 says there is an incoming transmission from Senator Amidala.” C3-PO translated. 

Part three

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The subtleties of the force part five- final

You are from this world, but at a convetion you stumble into the world between worlds, eventually falling into the Star Wars galaxy. Slow burn Anakinxreader content due to reader trying to keep the timeline straight.This is a long one, as I had put all chapters below so strap in. Begins at the start of AOTCFem reader, I hope you enjoy.

Convention lines were always long and this one had been no different. Alone once more you stepped forward, hesitation and excitement fighting for dominance in your stomach. In your hand you held a pile of promotional headshots, actors from a movie you had loved for years. You had always dreamed that one day you might find that your own father was a great hero and not the man who abandoned your mother and you. It had not happened yet so you supposed it never would. Looking down at your hands you could see the beginnings of age creeping over you, age spots covered the slowly thinning skin. Were you really closing in on your fifties? No family to rely on, no one there when you needed a friend, nothing. You'd lived an empty life. A staff member whose face seemed blurred in some way ushered you forward allowing you to step up to the celebrities. A pair of brown eyes met yours and you felt a twinge of sadness.

"Y/n?" Natalie Portman narrowed her eyes on you. You ignored the use of your name, took the picture back from her and moved on.

Ewan McGregor took your next picture and signed his name across it before looking up at you.

"Y/n? What?" His voice sounded miles away and you stepped away once more.

"Mother?" The voice of Mark Hamill caught your attention but that word didn't make sense, you must have heard it wrong. Were you dressed in cosplay? You check but no, you're in simple jeans. You can see the person you wanted to meet the most at the end of the line and you walked. A trance falling over you as people called out to you. Hayden Christensen looked up, his blue eyes catching yours. Panic filled him and you wondered if you were doing something wrong. He was rounding the tables and coming toward you. Hands grabbed your shoulders and dragged you away. Hayden reaches for you but misses your hand.

"Hmmm, her mind is confused. It will be hard to push our way in." The grand inquisitor huffed.

"Maybe we should take her straight to the Emperor?" Reva, the third sister suggested.

The two looked at each other, a conversation continuing in their minds.

The larger man turned once more to your body, placing his hand over your head.

"Perhaps I can at least clear her mind a little before we reach him"

Reva nods.

Everything stopped. The lights of the city, the noise of people, are all gone. You knelt holding your arms around your body in a dark room. You knew there was nothing there, no doors, no windows, no furniture. You know you need to keep everything locked away, pretend like you are nothing. The feeling of denticles wriggling through your mind comes again, slowly turning into the scratching of spiders.

'You will find nothing.' You spit out the words.

A cold wind whips around you and snow appears below you. Reaching out you touch the snow, feeling your fingers beginning to freeze. What place could be this cold? No place on Earth, illium perhaps or Florium, Both? You had never been to Both, so it could not be in your mind. This place was not a memory but knowledge. Your body is flung backwards.

Children are playing, not your children. No this is a street on Earth. Your street. Children are running by you in the summer heat. Turning away from them you see your home, a tall house with many levels, each an apartment. A hand slides into yours and you turn to see Anakin beside you.

"I know you haven't been here for a long time, y/n, but don't worry it's just while we're shooting this film." He kisses the side of your head and you feel soothed. Wait…did he say shooting a film?

"Sure, Anakin." You try out the name, he laughs with his whole body.

"You're going to call me that the whole time aren't you?" His smile was hard to ignore.

"As long as you let me." You say. He begins to lead you up the steps when you feel something off. Your feet feel too light, like you aren't walking on the paving slabs.

'This isn't real' you think, pulling your hand from his and spinning you're back in the dark empty room. No, it's not empty any more. There is a man, his skin is white, and eyes are yellow. The Grand Inquisitor. He cannot see you, his hand is hovering above something you cannot see. You feel your lightsaber in your hand and you approach him. In silence you place the hilt against his back.

"Stay out of my mind." You hiss and ignite your blade. The purple colour bursting from his chest.

The Grand Inquisitor stumbles back. A hole burned through his body. He drops to his knees and falls down. Reva, steps to him.

"Dead? She killed you from inside her mind."

—---

"Is Luke okay?" Leia asks her father, bending down to hug him from behind. Anakin sat in the pilot seat of the millennium falcon.

"The Droids say he is fine. The whimper got him good but he's a Skywalker, we're a hard bunch to kill." He pats his daughter's hand.

"We'll find her, father. We'll find all of them."

He smiles at her, "how did you become so smart?"

"I got it from my mother." She grinned, winking at him.

"Heh, yeah you did. She'd never do what we are though."

"I'm not going home without my family. Han found Luke, so now we're going to find mother." Leia kept her face stoic as she spoke.

"That you get from me." Anakin smiled.

"So what are we going to do?" She asks

"The only thing left to do. I was supposed to be the chosen one, bring balance to the force. So let's go kill the Sith."

Leia thought for a moment, pressing her lips together.

"Do you think that's what it means?" She asked.

"What else could it mean?"

"Well, forever there have been Jedi and Sith, at least two on each side. That's pretty balanced but what if, dad, what if it means that force users should be balanced?"

Anakin turned himself fully round to face his daughter.

"I know it sounds crazy but what if the only way to defeat the Emperor is by letting go. Use both sides of the force?"

"I don't…you know a long time ago, when your mother and I met we sat in the old temple one night. Your mother told me things about the force that I and none of the Jedi had ever known or thought of. It was her who showed us that love could be used for good, before we weren't allowed attachments, possession was forbidden for fear that it would lead to the darkside. Now we use our love to strengthen the light."

"Sounds similar to me. Mum is always saying that you shouldn't give in to your anger and that's true but what if we used it, just a little."

Anakin nodded.

"You might be onto something. Here, take over, I need to make contact with Obi-Wan." Anakin jumped from his chair and ran to the back rooms. Chewie had fallen asleep on the round booth chair which made Anakin laugh to himself as he passed him.

—----

Obi-Wan couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to go wrong. Over the years he had learned to trust his Padawan, his reckless ideas almost always worked out. Yet, now there were two more reckless Skywalkers to contend with.

"Look, I do not disbelieve or distrust your idea, I only wish to convey caution in all matters. Mace and Y/n are the only two Jedi who have been able to use their fear and anger to strengthen their abilities. Be mindful Anakin, at all times."

"I will be Master."

The hologram faded away.

"Time to save mum?"

Luke asked, his wild blue eyes glinting under the lights of the machinery.

"Let's go get mum." Anakin repeated, clapping his son on the back and pulling his daughter along behind by her hand.

*******************

Your eyes open, only to close again against the pain in your head. The room around you seemed familiar somehow. The same feeling you continued to get becoming more and more irritating.

"AHH, Madam Skywalker, lovely to have you here." The voice scratched your ears.

"Palpatine." You reply, looking at him with no respect for his self appointed title. Palpatine visabally grits his teeth at you.

"I am glad you could finally find your way out of whatever mind dungeon you had shut yourself in."

You roll your eyes.

"Oh yes, it's a decided displeasure to be in your acquaintance as always." You give him a fake grin. An Inquisitor steps forward and slaps you with the back of his gloves hand.

"You will not speak to the Emperor in such a manner." He growled. Palpatine raised his hand and gestured for him to step away.

"Not to worry, y/n will know her place soon. Your mind has given me plenty. Poor little girl, lost in her world not meant to be there. The force found you and you pulled you to exactly where you needed to be. Now, you will be mine, my apprentice."

"Ha! No way." You laugh. Palpatine steps closer to you, his face mere inches from your own, you can see the deformation of his skin below his hood. You feel and smell his rancid breath on your skin. His yellow eyes bore into yours.

"For some time now my new obsession has been you, y/n. How did a person appear from nowhere and become the strongest force wielder we have ever seen. How is it the Force could travel so far and pull you here? You must know."

You swallow and take a deep breath.

"I have been here for over twenty years, if the force has a higher meaning for me, I think we'd know it by now. Also toothpaste is a thing."

"AHH yes, make jokes all you like, you will bend to my will." He snarled.

"I didn't turn then, none of us will turn now."

He laughed, cackled in your face.

"Oh once I've turned you, Anakin and your children will follow easily."

You roll your eyes and sigh, hoping it would convert every ounce of contempt you had for him.

Heavy boots echo as they approach, too loud for the quiet room. The officer speaks to the Inquisitor who glanced nervously at you.

"My Lord Emperor, the rebels and the Jedi are here."

"Then shoot them all down, but let the Skywalkers come to me." Palpatine kept his eyes on you as he spoke.

"It seems they already are here, on the planet. They have made contact with the Natives."

Palpatine's smile became impossibly wider.

"Here they come, time for you to choose Skywalker."

"I would rather die."

"Then you will, and they will turn."

—----

Han Solo, Chewie, Anakin, Leia and Luke crouch behind trees and rocks looking at a set of troopers. Troopers with black uniforms and red flashings. They stand between several speeder bikes.

"Chewie and I will take care of this. You stay here.." Han whispers to the others.

"Quietly there might be more of them out there." Luke warns his friend.

"Hey it's me." He grins and moves away from the group.

"That's what we're afraid of." Anakin quips, winking at his daughter. Han creeps toward a trooper pulling out his gun. A twig snaps below his foot and the trooper turns. Han manges to punch him and a fight breaks out between them. Two troopers jump on speeders and rush off. Luke has only a second to register both his father and sister leaping forward onto speeders.

"Leia, dad!" He just manages to jump.on to Leia's speeder and keep hold as she pulls away. Anakin laughs as he speeds through the trees. A different climate but it felt just like the pod racing of his childhood.

The two teens took on one trooper managing to knock him from his course and smash into a tree. Anakin was enjoying the race a little too much. Toying with the trooper, he would pull up alongside him only to disappear between the trees again. Fear radiated off the nameless soldier as he tried his communications router. There was nothing but static.

Anakin appeared alongside him once more, a smile dancing upon his face as he drew his lightsaber. The trooper had no chance to react as the blade sliced through the front of the speeder and he landed in an explosion against a tree. Anakin laughed, and his children drew up beside him.

"What are we doing? Going back for the others or heading in?" Leia called to him.

"What do you say Luke?" Anakin asked.

"Let's go get her!"

They pull up the bikes and jump off them, not wanting to alert any more troopers to their presence. By foot they ran through the trees till they could see the base.

"Imperial architecture is hardly imaginative." Leia rolls her eyes.

"Well when you're a senator in the new republic you can order it all made pretty." Luke laughed.

"Alright kids, remember your training, quickly and quietly."

The twins nod to their father and move out.

The troopers and droids outside the base were little work for the three Jedi. Luke crouched next to a trooper and pulled his helmet off.

"They aren't clones." He announced.

"Count Dooku destroyed Camino a long time ago, I doubt anyone else knows how to clone people." Anakin explained as he tinkered with a battle droid.

"What are you doing?" Leia asked him.

"Nothing like a little confusion to distract the enemy." Anakin said as he pulled wires around.

"You're rewiring it." She nodded, "I'll get the door." Leia ran over to the base and started pressing buttons. The combination to the door was long but not complicated and by the time Anakin was done with the droid the doors slid open.

They directed the droid inside before slipping by and turning in the opposite direction.

The halls were dark, normal imperial interior design of black walls and tiny red lights, decorated their path through the base. The trio hadn't seen any officers, soldiers or troops for some time when Anakin stopped in his tracks.

"This is a trap." He whispered to his children, "Luke go down a level, Leia into the vents, both of you stay hidden, we'll go in the same direction and find your mother. Stay hidden until I give you a signal."

The twins agree and run off to their specified places as Anakin squared his shoulders, dropped his brown cloak to the floor and marched forward.

The closer he got to the centre of the building the colder it grew, air blew out of his mouth in clouds of vapour. He could hear you somewhere inside, your low grunts of pain emitting through the walls. Though he desperately wanted to charge in and destroy whoever was hurting you he knew he needed to be more calculated. Steadying his breathing Anakin used the force to open the final door. Turning to him the Emperor plunged his crimson sabre through your body. You cried out for your husband, feeling the heat sever your spinal cord. He drops you to the ground and you hit your chin.

"Ahh at last, we meet again. Are you ready now, my boy?"

Anakin smiled. He did not care about the Inquisitors that circled him.

"Thank you, Emperor, you have given me exactly what I need." Anakin's eyes flashed yellow for a moment as he spoke and felt his body full with new power. Ignoring his sabre he charged forward. Behind him Leia dropped from the vents cutting down one of the inquisitors before Luke emerged from below. The battle went on around you as you struggled to keep yourself awake. A pair of hands touched your shoulders and you spun your face round.

"Cody, you're okay?"

"I sure am madam Skywalker. Let's get you out of here." He grinned, pulling at you.

"I can't walk." You force out. Cody lifts you into his arms and runs for the exit, dodging and weaving through the fighting force users.

"How did you escape?" You ask him, arms clinging around his neck.

"I was only clipped.in the shoulder ma'am, your son found me in a cell." He hits the door with his boots hoping it would open.

Looking over his shoulder you see the last inquisitor fall limp to the ground, his head rolling away. Your two children stood triumphant above their enemies.

"You played it wrong, Palpatine. Hurting my wife doesn't make me weak." Anakin held his adversary around the neck with the force.

"Yes, good, give into your anger." Palpatine hissed out the words.

"I don't need to." Anakin laughed, clenching his fingers as if they were clamped around the Emperor's neck.

The Emperor let out his own strangled laugh and pointed his fingers toward Anakin. Blue lightning burst out of them and struck Anakin. He faulted slightly, taking a step back but holding himself still. Luke and Leia ran up behind him putting their hands on their father's shoulders.

"I am the Empire, the galaxy and the Sith." Palpatine growled.

"And we are the Jedi and the Force." They spoke in unison, the two children bringing their hands up in front of them. You closed your eyes and called out to any Jedi who could hear you.

Around the galaxy, within each system force users heard your voice. They stood and closed their eyes, focusing in on the room. Power surged through the trio. A beam of golden light shone from their hands and engulfed the Emperor. Red and blue sparked from all around them as the Emperor's skin peeled from his body. Slowly he faded into nothing. A mass of robes and dust fell to the ground.

Your husband and children dropped to their knees.

"What was that?" Luke asked.

"I don't know but it worked." Anakin said standing up. He turns to you and rushes to your side.

"Take her, General. The men and I will get this all cleaned up." Cody passed you over to Anakin, the pain in your back spasmed with their movements but your legs dangled limply. Leia told Cody to put the Emperor's remains in a box and seal it away.

************

Immediately after the rescue of you and the galaxy Senator Organa is given the role of Chancellor and begins to build a new republic senate. It would take years to rebuild the trust amongst the planets and the people but they were finally willing to put in the time.

All imperial buildings were demolished to make way for rehabilitation centres.

The Mandalorians returned to their home world, the Clone troopers were given full citizenship of any planet they chose, free to live a normal life.

And the Jedi?

The Jedi were gone, at least the order that had once been known. A new way had begun, the Skywalkers taught everyone how to use both sides of the force, to create a balanced life.

Though the healers and medic droids had tried they could never fully repair your spinal cord. Though you could walk and move about it was often short lived and used much of your focus to do. Anakin insisted on always being by your side, you didn't mind one bit. Sometimes at night you would dream of the life you left behind, a life of loneliness. You traded that life each time for the one you have now.

Though many of the old Jedi slowly grew old and died you relished on seeing the new council ascend. Obi-Wan became grandmaster after Yoda became one with the force. You, Anakin, Ahsoka and an extremely skilled young man, called Cal, held seats alongside him.

One year after the Empire's defeat you watched as Anakin walked Leia down the aisle, followed soon by the birth of her son with Han Solo. Ben was a beautiful boy, the image of his father and the spirit of his mother. He was followed by a brother three years later, baby Anakin's blue eyes shone just as bright as his namesake.

Luke two found love with Mara Jade, mandalorian born with skills unmatched by so many in the force. Two more grandchildren blessed your life Jacen and Jaina.

Anakin and you slowly grew older until you decided it was time to retire from the council, and live a quiet life. You watched your grandchildren grow into adults, Ben found a girl, lost in the deserts of Jakku.

You saw it the moment you met her, though you would never tell a soul of her ancestry. Rey quickly became a part of a family and gave you a great granddaughter who named after you.

Finally sixty years after your arrival, forty years after the emperor's demise you and Anakin laid down once more beside each other.

Anakin held you in his arms and you kissed him one last time in your corporeal bodies before both of you became one with the force. Content and happy and together with the force finally, truly balanced across the universe. At least it would be for the next three thousand years. The republic would thrive until amongst the depths of Moraband a spark would ignite. A child would be born and the saga of the Skywalkers would begin again.

The end.

An - Hey, I have used names from the Legends cannon in this part though swapping parentage to accommodate the current Cannon as well. I decided on a happy ending for the galaxy.

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The subtleties of the Force - part four

A/n: this part is a little shorter than normal.

You are from this world, but at a convetion you stumble into the world between worlds, eventually falling into the Star Wars galaxy. Slow burn Anakinxreader content due to reader trying to keep the timeline straight.This is a long one, as I had put all chapters below so strap in. Begins at the start of AOTCFem reader, I hope you enjoy.

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Obi-Wan opens his eyes, looking around himself at the cell, he is strapped to a table, his arms pulled out to the sides. Across the room he sees, you, Anakin and Ahsoka in the same positions.

"Anakin? Can you hear me?" He tries to call out without alerting any guards. Anakin lifts his head, blood stained his clothes and face.

"Obi-Wan?"

"What is happening? Anakin, your arm?" Obi-Wan's eyes were locked on to his Padawan's arm, ending just below the elbow.

"Dooku." Anakin breathed out. Exhaustion wreaking havoc through his body.

Ahsoka moves and groans against her restraints.

"Snips?" Anakin asked.

"I'm alright, master." She Huff's out the words. "We came to save you." She winced.

"Good job, snips." Anakin tried to laugh.

With your eyes still closed you listen to them, your mind danced with memories that don't feel like your own. No it's not a memory, it's what may yet come to pass.

"Anakin," you breathe out his name, "no matter what happens to us, you must choose to stop the Emperor." It hurts but you force out the words.

"Y/n, what are you? Are you…did he hurt-"Anakin couldn't finish his sentences.

"I'm alright, we're alright." You think the words and Anakin understands your meaning.

"Thank the gods." Obi-Wan sighed.

"Listen to me, Palpatine has control of Padme's mind. None of this was her fault. If she has not yet she will give up the Jedi's location." You try to keep your thoughts strong and neutral. "R2 was on the ship, we managed to get a message out to them before…before we were taken." You squirm against the table you had been strapped to feeling the sabre at your back. "You all have to stay strong." You say finally.

"You're right y/n, if we wish to be any help we cannot continue to succumb to this game." Obi-Wan agreed, "We have already weakened his side. Ventriss has been dealt with. We just need-"

A door sliding open behind you all made you each still and close your eyes. Heavy boots walked in. Ahsoka is unstrapped by the Bounty Hunter, his face still covered. He drags her toward Obi-Wan.

"Your involvement in all this caused my father's death, so I'm taking something from you." His words seathed and Obi-Wan knew who he was.

"Bob's, I'm sorry about your father but is shooting me not good enough?" He raised his head to look at him.

"I'd kill you all if they'd let me, but apparently the Emperor wants him and wants what's in her mind." Bob's laughs, "you're just a bit of fun!" Turning quickly he drags Ahsoka beside him, her strength rendered useless by the suppressor cuffs on her wrists. Her eyes look back at Obi one last time before she is dragged away. You feel the pain in Anakin's mind as a tear falls from his face and splashes the floor. The man you had fallen in love with was breaking in front you. You were supposed to stop it, it had been your reason for being there, for being in this world. Though you could no longer recall the world you came from, this world had become your home and you could do nothing to save it. You couldn't even speak.

"Is it true?" Anakin finally spoke, keeping his lowered. "Is it true what they said about the two of you?"

Your heart clenches at the words.

"I don't understand what you're asking, Anakin." Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes.

"Before I came here, someone came to me, they said you two have been, that they saw it in your minds."

"Anakin, no." Obi-Wan tried to argue.

"Is the, baby is it yours?" He finally raises his blue eyes to meet Obi-Wan's.

"Of course not! Y/n and I have only ever been friends. We have spoken about this!" Obi calls out.

"Anakin, there is no one else, only you. Obi is like a brother to me."

If he was honest those words did sting the older Jedi's pride, just a little, though he hid it well.

"I don't, I don't know what to think any more."

He is crying again and you struggle against your restraints hoping to get to him.

Imperial soldiers marched into the room surrounding the three of you. Count Dooku's foreboding body stepped into the doorway casting a long shadow across the room. Stepping you can feel the concrete he has for the two men radiating off him. Dooku walks over to Obi-Wan.

"What a disappointment you would be to my Padawan. The death of Qui-gon was a great loss to this galaxy. If only you'd done better." His deep voice cut through Obi-Wan like a blade. "Take him to the pits." He ordered. You watched as another of your friends was dragged away.

"Anakin, what do we do?" You scream into his mind. Anakin watches, fear filling every inch of flesh on him. Dooku spins to face Anakin pushing him hard against the table with the force.

"You, you are nothing. The faith the Emperor has in you is misplaced. You are not a chosen one, are you? If you were, you'd be able to stop this." His hand flew out in your direction and pain ripped through you. Though you try to scream, only a strangled echo emits from your throat.

"No, y/n, stop it!" Anakin's anger begins to rise. "leave her alone! I'll kill you!" He shouts, finally using his full powers to fight against his restraints. The metal crumples below the weight of the force and falls to the ground. Dooku backs up but does not cease the barrage of pain on your body. Anakin pushes himself off his knees and lunges forward to tackle the Count. Both fall back and you see them grapple for a moment before Anakin spins backward with a lightsaber in his hand. He ignites, the red painting his skin. He lifts the weapon ready to strike Dooku down when he hears you. Not ij his mind but your voice.

"Stop. Please don't kill him." You cry. Running to you, Anakin uses the sabre to cut your bonds and you fall against him. He struggles to hold you up with his missing limb.

"We can't leave him alive." He growls.

"Ani, no. Killing him begins your journey to the darkside. Please don't." You beg him through your mind. Anakin blinks several times, thoughts rushing through his mind and he lowers the sabre. The two of you turn to walk away when you feel a change. Swinging back and pushing Anakin aside, you dodge the Count's attack. Your body reacts before your mind understands what is happening and you have the older man on his knees, your hands wrapped around his neck. Drawing in a breath you resign yourself to this and use all the force you could muster to twist his neck, separating his spinal cord. The Count drops to the floor. Taking a few steps away from him you too drop, falling on your knees.

"Y/n? What did you do?" Anakin asks, his voice breaking.

"Anakin." Your throat has loosened enough for you to speak small words, but your heart has fallen into the pits of your stomach.

"Come on, we need to get moving. Make contact with the Jedi and find Obi-Wan." Anakin had clipped the sabre to his belt so he could hold his hand out to you. You don't want to take it, you want to where you are wolow in the self putty you were feeling.

"Y/n please?"

****************

It was in the ship whilst standing alone in the bathroom that you looked at yourself in the mirror. A small flutter in the pit of your stomach made you consider yourself. Closing your eyes you focus on your body looking through your blood and you see it, new life growing inside you, but wait that isn't just one, two new lives have begun to grow inside you.

"I'm pregnant." You think to yourself. Your body shakes with a new fear, the need to save Anakin and Obi-Wan greater than ever. There is a knock at the door and you quietly step over to it.

"Y/n, we are coming up on the third blockade." Ahsoka's voice calls through the door. You press the button to slide the door open and beckon her in before closing it once more. Unsure how to really tell her you search around yourself.

"What is it? Has something happened?" Ahsoka asks, panic filling her eyes. You shake your head and shrug. Taking her hand you do the only thing you can think of and place it on your stomach. The realisation hits her instantly.

"You're..? Oh, what does this mean? The timeline, it's back on track now that means everything will be okay." The hope she feels echoes in her voice. You shake your head.

"I don't know about that, but I have a bad feeling about this. Like I've done the opposite of what I was sent here for." You think at her.

"It will be okay, y/n we'll find them and bring them home. We did loads of missions just like this during the war." She smiles at you. Every part of you desperately wanted to believe her.

The ship shaking around you took you both out of your conversation and running to the cockpit.

"What's happening?" Ahsoka asked. Padme looked round from the pilot's seat.

"They are not accepting my credentials. I'm afraid they're coming in hot." The senator stood from her chair. "Don't worry, the troopers have been dealt with."

"Dealt with?" Ahsoka lowered her hand to her sabres.

"Please Padawan Tano, there is no need for violence." As Padme spoke a larger imperial ship docked onto the Naboo royal starship, rocking each of you slightly. You had a moment to look back at the Senator seeing her place a mask over her face before your mind fell to the noxious gas pumping in around you.

—

The Emperor's hand hovered over your head, his control over the force probing into your mind. Searching for any information you could give him.

"Hmmm yeeesss, remember it all. Show me everything."

For hours you had fought against him. Pushing against every wall he tried to break. Tears had long passed and dried on your cheeks. Your mind wriggled against the feel of his fingers worming through blurred memories until he stumbled on one. You're standing against the wall, dressed in a simple black dress, watching as your mother's coffin is lowered into the ground.

Pushing against him again the memory ripples away. Flashes of a life so far removed from this one flashed in front of both of you.

"No!" You burst the word through your mind. Closing every door, rebuilding each wall and pushing against Palpatine. Unsure of how you do it you are inside his mind. You see him as a child on Naboo, the young Sheev hiding away to watch his politician father. You feel his adoration for the Sith artefacts appearing in front of. The thrill of meeting Hego Damask and realising he was more than a businessman, more than a man at all. Yellow eyes welcomed Palpatine to the world of the Sith. You watch as Palpatine kills his own father and becomes Sidious as Sidious becomes senator, chancellor and Emperor. You see him slice through Plagueis. He takes on an apprentice, trains the Zabrak in the ways of the dark side whilst running his political career. You couldn't lie, the way he loved his double life was impressive, even to you. It wouldn't be long until Count Dooku arrived in his life and soon so did Anakin. You see him planning his course, his manipulations of the child known as the chosen one. Finally you see yourself looking back at him.

Sidious calls out in anger and reals away from you.

"How? How did you do that?" He yells at you.

You breathe heavily, exhaustion ready to take over your body.

"Enough of this. Bring me Skywalker!" He growled out men clad in red suits. How did this happen? Anakin and you had escaped your restraints, killed Dooku and were making your way to Ahsoka. You couldn't understand how everything had gone so wrong. It had been so many hours since that moment.

A broken Anakin is dragged into the room, no restraints held him as he falls limp on the ground. You try to call out to him through your mind, but he doesn't move. The Emperor laughs as he passes by you.

He waves his hand and lifts the Jedi into the air, with his other hand he releases your restraints allowing your body to flip down to the floor.

"You see here, Anakin Skywalker, I give you a choice. Join me and be my apprentice or I'll kill her." You hear his words and know what is about to happen. Pushing yourself from the ground you pull the lightsaber from behind you. The Emperor raises his hands and blue lightning bursts from his fingers. You feel the heat of it as you ignite the purple sabre, the lightning bounces off and hits the Emperor. A similar scene fancies in your memory. You chance a glance at Anakin who is no longer in the air but crumpled on the floor like he is in pain.

Of course he is in pain, he was shot and had his arm cut off, but this was a different pain. Like his mind was trapped inside the pain. Palpatine growls as the lightning courses through his own body, tensing his muscles so he is unable to stop. Slowly the power twists his flesh and he no longer looks like himself. A burst of strength goes through him and he manages to shoot a wave of force at you sending you flying backwards.

Much to your surprise you feel as a knife, a normal everyday knife slips through your skin just below your shoulder. Enough to splatter blood across the floor without touching anything major. You slump and land beside Anakin, who finally looks up.

"Y/n?" You don't hear his words as you slip unconscious.

Anakin pulls you closer to him, feeling your blood saturate his hand.

“There is but one way to save them, what is left of your family. You must choose, Skywalker.” The Emperor approached him, a hood covering his now deformed face. Defeated and broken, Anakin looks up at the man he had once thought would be a friend. A man who had enslaved a galaxy of people and taken the person who had given him hope above all others. Killed the man who had trained him and held the life of his Padawan in his hands.

“What must I do?” He asked through tears.

“Become my apprentice and destroy the Jedi order.”

“I can’t.”

“You must, or our dear Ahsoka here will die. Will you gamble her life as you did your master’s and the woman you love?”

You realise the Emperor is making him see things that are not there."

“You’re a monster.” He growls.

“No, I am an Emperor.” Palpatine cackles. “Make your choice.”

"Bow to me and kill all the traitorous Jedi."

Anakin breathes out slowly, those words, there was a warning about those words. He opened his mouth to talk, stopping when he felt it, felt you. A voice in his mind, quiet but there.

"Anakin, please. You must stay in the light. Stay with me. Anakin, I love you." His hand clutches at your body, holding as well as he can with one arm.

"I will never join you." He spits through gritted teeth.

"Then you will die with the rest of them." The Emperor laughed, throwing his head back as he did.

Anakin isn't sure what happens, there is a rush of activity, several Jedi dart around him and he briefly sees lightsabers dancing a duel. Then a ship is taking off from the platform outside. Two hands drop down to his shoulders and Obi-Wan's eyes appear in front of him.

"Give her to me, Anakin. You cannot carry her." He lets his Master pull you from his arms. Stronger arms clutch him from behind and help him to stand. Mace helps Anakin to a starship, Ahsoka behind them pushing Padme, still in her hypnotic state.

"Where is Y/n?" Anakin asks weakly when he is placed on a bed.

"She is close by. Rest Skywalker." He felt the gentle hand of Jocasta Nu stroked his hairline.

After situating you with the healers in the ship Obi-Wan drops into a chair in the main living quarters. His clothes are torn, he is missing his belt and top layer of Jedi robes. Blood stained his chest where the blaster shit had penetrated his skin. His lungs were beginning to ache with the efforts of the day.

"Well you have done, master Kenobi, rest you may now." Yoda took a seat beside him.

"How many did we lose?" He asks, sleepily.

"Too many. Waiting for us they were, once more into hiding we must all go." The grand master replied.

"Who is left?" Obi-Wan asked, not really wanting to know. Mace sat down across the room.

"Shaak-ti and Plo were killed. Kit, Eaoth Koth, Kellern Beq, Junda, Taron, and a few others are still with us. Not enough of us to fight again. We are returning to Anch-To. The younglings there need us." He announced the names and plan as if it was obvious. Obi-Wan nodded, finally dropping his head back against the chair and closing his eyes.

"We've lost." A single tear escapes his eye.

"We haven't lost, master." Ahsoka stepped up, "it's time we focus our efforts on training the new generations. Stay hidden until we are ready."

***************

Six months after losing his arm Anakin had a cybernetic one attached and held his son in his arms. He stroked back your hair as the healers helped to bring your daughter into the world. You aren't sure why but you're compelled to call them Luke and Leia. Some strange memory that clouded your thoughts. Anakin could not have been more proud of you in that moment, he would even tell people that no person in the galaxy was as strong as you.

Obi-Wan beamed with joy to see the babies, and cradled Leia against him.

"You'll be the best uncle." You say smiling up at him.

"It would be my pleasure." He laughed.

Obi-Wan didn't stay for long but helped Anakin to settle the twins into their baskets before leaving you both.

Anakin rested back on the bed beside you. His flesh hand stroking your face. ."it feels wrong to be so happy when we have all lost so much." He admits with a sigh.

"I know, there may still be a bigger fight left for us, but for now we can rest and just be a family." You say bringing his lips to yours.

"What happened at Padme's trial?" You ask.

Anakin puffed out his chest.

"It wasn't great, it took for members of the new council to break the conditioning in her mind. She is herself once more but still confined." He sighed.

"Well at least she can't hurt anyone now." You say as a yawn takes you over.

"Rest my love, I'll be right here." He pulls you into his side and you settle, his warmth comforting your aching body. You relished the feeling of him against you.

"Oh, I forgot. The mandalorians will be arriving tomorrow. We're going to set them up on the east side of the planet." He spoke quietly against your hair.

"That's good."

—

Four years later you stand by your hut watching your two children running around and laughing, Anakin chases them happily. He has recently shed the robes of the Jedi for a more comfortable linen shirt that shows parts of his chest. His sandy hair had grown longer still and curled up at the ends. Your son Luke's was beginning to grow just the same. It filled your heart with Joy to see Anakin so happy. Across from your home, Obi-Wan stepped from his own. A sleeping baby in his arms and his wife, Satine trailing behind him. When the Mandalorians had settled alongside the Jedi they had reunited and rekindled their love for each other.

There was little you remembered of your life before falling through the world between worlds. You no longer cared for it, this world had become your home. This was all that mattered to you. The threat of the Emperor grew closer with each passing year, but for now you ignored it and lived happily with your family.

—

R2's frantic beeping woke you from your sleep.

"What is it? Where is Anakin?" You ask the astromech. He whistles and wobbles his body before leading you out of the house to the temple.

"What do you mean? We've had no contact from the galaxy for years." You hear Mace state.

"Senator Organa made contact last night. He has sent a message." A droid said.

You see the flicker of a hologram and the old senator sparked into life.

"This is a message for Obi-Wan Kenobi or anyone left of the Jedi order. The Emperor has grown too powerful, you fought alongside us during the clone wars. We beg you to help us again. You're our only hope." The holographic flickers away.

"That is not much information." Mace sighs.

"There is this." Your son Luke speaks and you decide to walk into the room. He clips a data stick into the holodec and a diagnostic appears.

"They are plans for the Emperor's new ship. It's called a death star and it can destroy planets in seconds." Luke explained.

"There is a weak spot, just here," Anakin pointed to a spot on the hologram, "if we hit it, we can destroy it. We have the fighterships. We can take clone troopers and mandalorians with us."

"Very well, Skywalkers and Kenobi shall go, take as many as you see fit." Mace announced, "y/n you will go with a garrison, find the rebel base and extract everyone there."

"Yes Master Windu."

Anakin frowns at you before marching to the flight deck.

"Anakin?" You call after him.

"I don't want you to go." He said turning to you so quickly you stumble into his chest.

"Anakin, I cannot simply sit here and wait for you to come back."

He brushes your hair back from your face, wrapping his other arm around your waist.

"I know, we've been so happy, I hate that we are being thrown back into this." He beds and kisses your lips.

"If we do not go, our children will. They have strong wills and cannot be kept in one place. If we do this there may be a chance of stopping the Emperor for good." You remind him.

"I know, sometimes I forget they are almost adults. What about the little ones?" He asks, keeping you close to him. You think about it for a moment .

"Shin and Ahro will stay with the other Padawan's, little Shmi will stay with her aunt."

"I don't like leaving her, she is so young." Anakin admits.

"She is strong like her father." You bop his nose with the end of your finger. Having five children had not been the plan but a happy deviation nonetheless. Three boys and two girls were the lights of their father's eyes. He adored them with every part of his being.

"Okay you two, can you keep that mushy stuff to yourselves." You hear your eldest daughter giggle behind you. "We've got a job to do."

You and Anakin laugh.

"I'll see you on the way back in." He presses another kiss to your lips and you pull away from him. A quick hug to the twins followed by good lucks and see you soons before you climb aboard your own ship. Much larger than the fighters and ready to carry hundreds of rebels.

—--

You felt the loss of Alderan as the Laser shot through it, killing more people than you'd like to count. It shook the force and your mind.

"No time to lose, Senator Organa, are your troops ready?" You ask through the Comms. He agrees and you begin your descent to the rebel base on Yavin 4. There is a fight but the droids were old and slow so it took no time for your large ships to wipe them out.

As you guided people onto your ship from the ground you hear your husband over the the commlink in your ear.

"You guys ready? We're just about to blast this joint!" He laughed. You had to admit that this was Anakin's calling. He had always been one of the best fighter pilots in the clone wars, rivalled only now by his children.

"Almost there. Keep em busy." You laugh.the voice of a wookie catches your attention.

"Chewie!" You call out. It had been a long time since you had seen him last, years ago on Kashyyyk with Yoda. As you ran up to him the wookie threw his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug.

"I missed you too buddy. What's going on?"

He makes a series of growls and moans in his own language and you roll your eyes.

"The Millenium falcon?" You breath out, looking at the grand ship.

"You're Solo, you made the kessel run in-"

"Under 12 parsecs!" The man called back to you. "Listen lady, it's great that you know who I am but no way am I getting on your ship when I have one of my own."

"Of course not. What's wrong with her?"

Your question takes him back a little.

"Nothings wrong, she just needs fueling." Han Solo crosses his arms over his chest.

"I have fuel tanks, spare ones. Let's get you flying." You say, an excitement for seeing the ship bubbling inside you though you can work out why. It was silly to waste time on this but how could you pass up on the chance to see the Falcon flying.

"The death star is blown! Y/n time to get going!" Anakin's voice came over the Comms and you knew something was wrong.

"Ani? Are you okay? The kids?"

"Fine we're all fine let's just get home."

******************

A new war began. The Jedi could not stay hidden any longer and into the new world of the Empire you all went. With your youngest children still safely hidden you head the army alongside your husband and Obi-Wan. Luke was now the head of the rebel flight unit and Leia had found herself as a general working alongside Senator Organa. Still even with everything going your way it didn't feel right. There was a voice niggling at the back of your head telling you something else needed to be done. Your husband must have been feeling something similar as he jumped awake, his chest rising and falling heavily.

"What is it?" You ask, rubbing his back.

"I don't know. I keep having dreams. I don't understand them." He turns to you. "They feel like memories, but not my own. It's like I'm watching things happen to me on a security feed."

"Wait." You sit fully up facing him, "you don't think you're having my memories do you?"

Anakin sighed, "I don't know."

"Should we talk to Obi-Wan?" You ask.

"Tomorrow. I want to spend more time with you, before I have to leave again." He pushes back your hair, cups your jaw in his hand and brings your lips to his. The kiss is soft and slow, like he is memorising the feel of you. He tries to ignore the communicator that beeps incessantly on the cabinet beside your bed.

"Anakin, sweetheart, we really should answer that." You say between kisses. With a word Anakin flings the communicator into the rubbish bin, which makes you giggle. He moves his mouth to your neck and your fingers grip his shoulders.

Bink bink bink

The doors bleeped, indicating someone was behind them. Anakin growled into your neck. With a soft smile you push him back.

"Duty calls my dear husband."

He drops his head down again, catching one last whiff of your scent.

"Duty calls." He huffed and stood up. Commander Cody stands outside the door.

"General Skywalker, we've had a communication from Leia, they are on Both. It has been some time since they had any contact with your son. General Solo has been sent out to find him." By the time he finished speaking you had walked up behind Anakin, panic setting in.

"Thank you Cody." He turned to you, putting his hands on your shoulders. "I'm going after him. Stay here, you're needed here."

You nod.

"Go get our boy." You say.

Anakin is gone before you have a chance to worry and you head to the command centre of your starship. The fleet you commanded was heading for Bespin, the floating cloud city planet. Intelligence had come in that a sith apprentice was there.

"Have we had any updates?" You ask the people in the room. One man in Beska armour stood. To allow you to sit.

"We have little, Madam Skywalker. But Cody and I believe we have a plan. There are several places along the underside where my team can gain entrance. We shall send you, Cody and three others of your choice into the belly."

You nod.

"Thank you Djin," you pick the troopers you want to go with you, it's an easy choice and no one was surprised. Hunter, Echo and crossfire stood behind you as you boarded the stolen Imperial shuttle. The rewired droids in the pilot seats got you easily through the landing guards.

"You ready?" Hunter asked you.

"You know, no matter how many times we do these things I've never got used to it." You admit to the four men. They laughed and shuffled about in their imperial suits. As you step out of the ship onto the landing platform you see a flamboyant man walking towards you. A cape draped over his arms, blew in the breeze.

"Welcome, welcome to Bespin. Please come in from the wind. My name is Lando Calrissian and this is my little slice of the galaxy." He assured you all inside.

"Thank you." You reply in the poshest voice you could muster. Lando leant down to you.

"I am sorry." He whispers before showing you to a door. "Please, please go in and relax a little." His eyes shift awkwardly between you all. Your heart feels like it might break though your rib cage at any moment as you press the button for the door to slide open. A man clad in a black uniform and mask sits at the long white table.

"Welcome, Madam Skywalker." You know that voice. Behind you all more men in black appeared.

"Inquisitors." Hunter Huff's out.

"Who are you?" You ask.

"You would not recognise me now, Madam Skywalker, it has been many years." He lifts his rounded mask. You could not deny the blue eyes that stared back at you.

"Dume? How? We thought you'd been-"

"Killed? No, just left for dead. The Emperor found me. He found us all."

"Alright enough with the reunions. Time to go!" One of the other Inquisitors growled, grabbing your shoulder and pulling you back to her.

"I don't think so, sunshine." Hunter pulled his gun from his belt.

Chaos broke out, the Mandalorians appeared alongside droids and everyone was fighting. You drew your lightsaber and fought as best you could, managing to put down the ninth sister. As you ran down a hall behind Cody you felt the heat of the blast shooting by your face and finding a home in Cody's back. He called out and lunged forward.

"Cody?" You drop beside him trying to pull him up.

"Y/n?" Anakin's voice comes over the communicator in your ear. "Y/n what's happening? I can't get your ship!"

"Ani! It was a trap, there are too many of them."

"Get yourself out!" Anakin's panicked voice shouted to you.

You clutch at Cody's clothes dragging him along with you, blaster shots just missing you until one hits you. Falling to the ground the last thing you hear is your husband.

"I have Luke, he's safe."

Part five - final part

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The Subtleties of the Force - Part three

You are from this world, but at a convetion you stumble into the world between worlds, eventually falling into the Star Wars galaxy. Slow burn Anakinxreader content due to reader trying to keep the timeline straight.This is a long one, as I had put all chapters below so strap in. Begins at the start of AOTCFem reader, I hope you enjoy.

Part one here

Darkness knows nothing when it comes to despair. Pain understands naught when it is placed beside hate. Anakin could do nothing, his hands soaked in the blood of people he had loved.

“There is but one way to save them, what is left of your family. You must choose, Skywalker.” The Emperor approached him, a hood covering his now deformed face. Defeated and broken, Anakin looks up at the man he had once thought would be a friend. A man who had enslaved a galaxy of people and taken the person who had given him hope above all others. Killed the man who had trained him and held the life of his Padawan in his hands.

“What must I do?” He asked through tears.

“Become my apprentice and destroy the Jedi order.”

“I can’t.”

“You must, or our dear Ahsoka here will die. Will you gamble her life as you did your master’s and the woman you love?”

“You’re a monster.” He growls.

“No, I am an Emperor.” Palpatine cackles. “Make your choice.”

Anakin held your hand in his as he watched the Naboo royal starship break through the atmosphere. He never thought he would see Padme again, not after hearing that she had sided with the Chancellor. Yet here she was standing in her glory, still as beautiful as the first time he had met her. Though he felt nothing but a familial love for her now, his mouth still ran dry. You give his hand a squeeze, attempting to reassure him.

“I haven’t felt you this tense since, well since y/n here fell in the council chambers.” Obi-Wan quipped.

“It has been a long time.” He breathed out.

“We must all be on our guard today. This is unprecedented and may yet prove an unfavourable outcome.” Mace Windu had stepped up beside you, his hand giving your own shoulder a small squeeze as he passed you.

The starship powered down, dropping the landing plank. Padme stood beside Typho and walked down the plank, meeting Mace at the bottom.

“Master Windu, I cannot thank you enough for giving us this sanctuary. These are some trying times.” She spoke with every ounce of Senator she held in her bones.

“You are welcome, Senator. Though there is much to speak about.” Mace tilted his head.

“I agree, there is much I can give you all..” The trio began to walk forward coming up to Anakin, you dropped his hand and took a step backward.

“Husband. It is a pleasure to see you once more.” she placed her hands in Anakin’s.

“I am glad you are well.” He replied. There were no smiles between them and their hands quickly dropped as Padme greeted Obi-Wan and yourself. With no voice you simply nod your head to her.

“Senator, if you wouldn’t mind?” Mace gestured his arm toward the temple.

“Please call me Padme, there is no need for honorifics any longer.” She followed the direction of his arm.

“Something isn’t right.” you think into both Anakin and Obi-wan’s minds.

“The senator is not herself, it may be simple as a fear that we will not accept her. Give it some time, the council will determine what is right. In the meantime, why don’t you and Anakin take a walk?” Obi-Wan suggested before walking away to join the rest of the council. You silently follow Anakin as he walks away, his arms stiff at his sides.

“Anakin, wait please, I cannot keep up.” you call him. The blood pumping in his ears makes it almost impossible for him to hear you as he rushes up the hill side.

“Anakin, please.” You try again, when he still does not stop you halt your steps. Turn on your heel and walk over to a broken tree. You sit down facing away from Anakin. In the month it had taken for Padme to reach Anch-To you had regained much of your strength, but you could not deny how your head would spin at random times and your stomach would flip and wobble at the slightest of things. You lent on your knees resting your head in your hands and breathed slowly through the dizziness. A hand softly rests on your back and rubs a small circle.

“I am sorry y/n. I wish you would see the healers.” Anakin kneels in front of you.

“No, I can’t…I will be fine. I am sure it is just my mind coming back to me. I have regained some of the memories of you and I recently.” You try to lie. Anakin’s hand strokes your face.

“You can be honest with me, I want you to.” his blue eyes glowed in the sunlight that broke through the trees above you. Narrowing your eyes you wet your lips and take in a deep breath. Opening your mouth you try to talk.

“I…I am fi-” Your voice is scratchy and it hurts to make the sounds. Anakin smiles.

“You are the bravest person I know. Do you know that?” He kisses you, “If you say you’re fine then I’ll believe you, for now. Come on. I don’t want to run away and hide from my wife.”

The word stings you slightly but you simply stand and walk alongside him. Anakin folds his arm around your shoulders pulling you tight against his side. Moments like these happened rarely, the moments when you could truly see that Anakin was only twenty two years old. Still so young even after living through a war he could joke and play like a teenager. He could love like only the young can do.

"Anakin?" Ahsoka walked up to you both, "the council wants to see you."

Reluctantly Anakin withdrew his arm, kissing the back of your knuckles and left you with Ahsoka.

You wouldn't see him again for four hours, upon his return he told you that Padme had given intel across to them and Obi-Wan and he were being sent out with a garrison of troopers. Fear bubbled inside you.

"No." You cried the word as tears pricked your eyes.

"I have to, the council has given orders. Ahsoka will be with you and Windu. We will not be gone long." He rubbed your shoulders.

Obi-Wan knocked on the door of your hut. You lunged across to him, pulling him into your body. He hugged you close, tucking his nose against your shoulder.

"It's okay, dear one. We shall be safe." He hushed you and stroked your hair.

Your heart sinks as you watch them fly away. Padme steps up to you.

"Perhaps we can spend some time together, I have so missed you." She linked her arm with yours. You smile awkwardly, unsure of her. Though your mind knew there was history between the pair of you, as yet you could hardly recall any time you had spent together.

"I'm afraid y/n has training this afternoon." Mace Windu placed a hand on your back and guided you away from her. You silently thanked him for helping you, allowing him to lead you into the temple. Ahsoka jogged along behind you both. Mace had become a beacon of light for your darkness over the last month. His tender tones and fast knowledge helped you to keep focus and learn to control your force powers. It was he who had guided you to use the voice of your mind.

"They are both wise and experienced, Obi-Wan and Anakin will return unharmed." He reassured you.

**************

The mission had gone two weeks too many. Every day you stood in the same place watching the sky above you.

"You cannot will them back to you" Mace stood from his place on the low wall. He places a brown clock over your shoulders as rain begins to fall from the clouds above.

"I have a bad feeling, Master Windu." You look up to him.

"It has never been uncommon for the two of them to change plans."

"I need to go after them, master. I know something is wrong."

He sighs.

"I suppose you have never been wrong before. Alright, take Ahsoka with you." The master agreed.

"I want to go as well. Anakin is my husband after all." Padme crossed her arms over her chest. "Before you protest, I have all the credentials to get you through any blockade out there." She hissed out the words, taking no notice of you as she walked away. Her royal ship is already fueled and ready to go. Mace orders three Troopers to go with you and he hands you a lightsaber.

"I don't know how to use it." You question him.

"When the time comes you will know." He squeezes your hand.

Boarding the ship you cannot ignore the foreboding sense of death falling over you all. You sit beside Ahsoka for the first part of the journey, until she excused herself to get to sleep. It took a few seconds before you noticed Padme sitting down beside you.

“y/n, I wanted to speak with you, we have not had much time since my arrival. I think that is my own doing. I have been so afraid to face any of you, though Obi-Wan has been a great help.” Your silence made her continue to ramble, “I never sided with the Emperor. I was weak when he told me that everyone I loved was a traitor. I was frightened. He told me you were all Sith, I wasn’t sure what to think. But then, when I saw Jar Jar, I couldn't believe it. His eyes were yellow and his anger, I had never seen anything like it.”

You look at her, bringing your hand up to her face and closing your eyes. You feel Padme attempt to pull away but your hold on her mind is instant and you hold her still with the Force. Searching her mind you see it all, every word she had spoken was true, but each memory was clouded in black. Like a dark mist rolling in from the woods. That was when you saw it, a place you hadn’t meant to go, Anakin’s face appearing. Curiosity took the better of you.

“Another lover? How many is that?” He spat out.

“What am I supposed to do, Anakin? You told me all these things about needing me, burning for me and then the moment this war started you couldn’t get away fast enough. You hardly talk to me these days. Only returning here when it suits you.” Padme bit back.

Anakin rounded the small dining table, nostrils flared and ready to fight but he couldn’t. The jedi slumped into one of the chairs and dropped his head.

“You’re right, I have been awful to you,” he admitted.

“I think I understand. When you come here it’s always after you’ve been to the temple or on a mission with Obi-Wan. What happens?” She asked, reaching out to his hand. Anakin pulls away.

The memory lapses and you see another. Anakin and Padme are lying in bed, dark blue sheets resting over their bodies. Something is wrong, anakin is dreaming, his eyes twitching, breathy cries of your name leave his lips. Padme turns, pressing a hand to his shoulder.

“Anakin? Anakin wake up!” He shots up, almost knocking her away. Sweat drips down his face and chest. He looks at her briefly before getting out of the bed and stomping away. She follows.

“Tell me what’s wrong? What do you fear?”

“They are just dreams.” He clenches his jaw trying to hide the tear that drips down his face.

“Anakin, you may not love me but you can trust me, please tell me.” She moves closer to him.

“I dream of her, of y/n, of her dying.”

“Oh Anakin! How? Can we stop it?” Padme asks.

“I don’t know.”

Again the scene changes. Padme is hiding behind a pillar in the senate building when she sees you and Obi-Wan returning from a mission, The chancellor approaches you both with open arms Anakin and Ahsoka flanking him. There is an exchange, pleasantries she cannot hear, though she sees the way he looks at you. His eyes trained on your face, your body, your hands, like he is ensuring you have no injuries. As everyone begins to wander off he grabs your hand and pulls you back. The two of you speak, he holds your face in his hand but you pull away.

Padme pushes you away and you almost fall from the chair. You shake your head, opening your mouth trying to apologise.

“That was unfair.” Padme states, “Did you think I never noticed? He was always in love with you. I didn’t want to see it at first. It was the first thing that changed wasn’t it?” She breathed hard. “You made him use me, pushed us together for what? Nothing came of our marriage.”

“You were supposed to have children.” Ahsoka placed her hand on your shoulder, helping to calm your mind. “Y/n can’t give you answers, the Emperor made sure she lost her voice and her memories, but Anakin told me. In the world y/n comes from the movies showing you and Anakin having children, they save the galaxy from the Sith.”

Both Padme and you look up at the Togruta Jedi.

“y/n thought she was doing what was right for our world. You cannot blame her for anything you and Anakin chose to do afterward.”

Padme shrugs.

“You’re right. I think I will get some rest.” She leaves through the door to the rest of the ship leaving you and Ahsoka alone with the pilot. The now seventeen year old woman sat down beside you.

“Are you okay?” she asked, looking into your eyes.

“She does not hear me.” you glance back in the direction the Senator had gone.

“I feel the same thing you do, y/n. None of this is sitting right with me. We should keep a close eye on her. It all seems too convenient her arrival and sending Obi and Ani away like that.”

“I agree.”

In the silence of your minds the pair of you work out a plan to keep Padme close but out of the loop. By the next morning everyone was ready and the ship dropped out of hyperspeed, approaching the first blockade.

“You’re up Senator.” The pilot called back to her. Padme sat in the copilot seat and began speaking to the blockade.

*************************

“Anakin?” Obi-Wan shifted, feeling his hands bound at the wrist and a heavy weight on his legs. A grunt told him that weight was his friend.

“What’s going on?” Anakin sat himself up while his head spun.

“We appear to have fallen into a trap. We’re better than this, how could it happen?”

“I guess we’re about to find out.” Anakin said, gesturing above them.

A hatch opened and the platform the two men were lying on began to rise upward. A stark brightness blinding them for a moment.

“Welcome to your final fight.” Count Dooku’s voice bellowed round them. General Grievous stood behind him beside Ventress. Surrounding them all was an army of droids.

“Do not worry, you are not here to fight us, but perhaps yourselves.” Dooku laughed.

“We will not fight each other.” Obi-Wan growls.

“Perhaps, we shall see.” the Sith lord waves his hand. The ground begins to move, sections rising and others falling away. A wall begins to rise, pushing the two jedi apart.

“Keep wits about you Anakin!” Obi-Wan calls out to his ex padawan before they are separated.

Anakin takes hold of his lightsaber but does not light it. He waits. The sounds of a cheering crowd can still be heard as a panel opens high in the wall. A puff of smoke comes into the room. Anakin Sees it and holds his breath for as long as he can, but the smoke is too thick and closes in around him. The sharp intake of breath he takes fills his lungs with the smoke. Anakin coughs, dropping to his knees, his sabre rolling away from him.

“What is this?”

“Stand up and fight.” a voice growls to him.

“Who is that? Ventriss?”

There is no answer but laughter. A green mist blows around him and five distorted night brothers stand around him. They attack. Anakin is unable to find his lightsaber through the smoke so has to fight hand-to-hand against the Dathomir zombies. One manages to hit him in the face. Knocking him to the ground. From the new position he can see below the smoke. The zombies are not real.

“A projection?” He whispers to himself. Using the Force to push himself forward Anakin flew off the ground and onto the wall where the projector was mounted. He ripped it from its hook and smashed it on the ground. The smoke cleared.

Holographic words flashed above him.

ROUND ONE COMPLETE

“Wonderful!” He huffed. The ground moved again lifting him up on a small platform with fire bursting out of the perimeter. Four battle droids walked into the room, pointing their weapons at him.

“This is where the fun begins.” Anakin lifted his sabre from the ground, and ignited it. The droids began firing, but it was no match for the Jedi and he destroyed them in seconds. “Too Easy!” He laughed. This time flames sprang from the walls, singing his curls slightly before he could duck out of the way. The floors changed again and more droids stepped out. Seven this time. The flames made it harder for the Jedi to destroy the droids but he was still able to. He laughed again, waiting for the complet round sign when the flames died and the room was plunged into darkness. Anakin heard the panels sliding across the walls and more droids walking in. Above him Viper Probe droids hovered, their red sights the only light in the room.

The firing begins and Anakin does his best to fight them. He takes out the Probe droids first, jumping on their heads and pulling out circuits. As he dropped back to the ground his foot slipped on the edge, sending him down with a thud. Winded Anakin pushed himself to stand, knowing he needed to do something different to win this fight. He closed his eyes and listened. In the quiet he could just hear the cogs and joints moving in the battle droid's arms as they held their weapons out in front of them. Three shots came out and Anakin used his sabre to block them. Again and again they fired until only two were left standing. Anakin waitied once more, he couldn’t tell which droid moved first, their actions simultaneous as two blaster shots flew out toward him. Anakin deflected one but the other hit into his shoulder. He cried out as he lurched forward.

“What?” This was no ordinary blaster, the wound had not been cauterised at all, blood ran down Anakin's arm. He turned to the Droid’s direction, throwing his lit sabre at it. The heavy metal clanked to the ground and the lights went back on.

ROUND TWO COMPLETE

Water fell from the ceiling, pouring like a rain storm had been let in. Anakin tried to cover his head as he retrieved his sabre. Across the room he heard more doors opening the lights had been dimmed once more so it was hard to see who had arrived.

“Anakin?” The female voice was too familiar. Above Padme spotlight lit her up. Her hands bound behind her back she is pushed to the ground.

“What is this? You were safe?” He shouts to her.

Before Padme can answer, the ceiling opens once more and you are lowered into the room. A rope around your unconscious body.

“What?”

CHOSEN ONE - MAKE YOUR CHOICE

Below you a tank of water appears, no it’s not water, he can see that the bubbling liquid is acid. He turns to Padme above her a spiked board hangs. Anakin’s eyes dart around the room so he can see his choice. If he saves his wife the platform she kneels on will drop causing a blade to slice through the rope that holds you. If he saves you and releases you from the rope the spiked board will drop and kill Padme.

“This is ridiculous, you know I would never choose between them.” he growls.

Behind him a new platform rises to his waist height. Upon it stands a box. He has seen this box before, long ago on his home planet of Tatooine. Misbehaving slaves would be forced to put their hands into the box only for it to be sliced off. A punishment for any slave who thought to steal from their masters. Anakin’s throat ran dry. This was his choice. Save his wife, the woman he loved or lose a hand. He knew what he would choose, but his Master’s voice echoed in his mind.

“I will not choose.” Anakin stands stoic in the middle of the room. There had to be some other way. Something he could do to keep you both safe and keep his arm. Resigning himself to his fate Anakin steps up to the box, his fingers resting over the opening. He had seen a man lose his hand this way not long before he was sold by the Hutts. He looks up to you hoping he would feel less if you were holding his eyes. Your body swings lifelessly and he sees your eyes. Realisation Sweeps over him.

“This isn’t real. They aren’t here.” he shouts out to whoever was listening.

ROUND THREE COMPLETE

The bodies are taken away and he stands alone, waiting. The pain in his shoulder is draining him as blood flows freely from the wound. Anakin kneels down with his hand covering the wound as he waits for the next round.

*******************

“How utterly irritating.” Obi-Wan groaned as he straightened himself up. Three rounds of mind tricks had taken little time for him to fight through. Though the last one had been difficult, their captors had not thought it through. Pitting the entire Jedi council against his own life would once have been the exact way to force him to death. Yet, when he saw his Padawan standing amongst them he worked out their mistake.

Obi-Wan stood waiting for the next round as the wall to his left began to lower. Lightsabre held tightly in his hands as he looked round.

“Anakin? Is it you?” he asks quietly.

Anakin lifts his head, sweat pooling around his hairline. He nods.

“It’s me, are you real?”

“Yes, and it appears round four must be done together.” Obi-Wan kneels down beside his friend, peeling Anakin’s hand away from his shoulder. “You have done well, I was lucky to only get caught by the flames.” he joked showing Anakin the singed material of his breeches.

“Some heroes we are.” Anakin tried to laugh, but it came out strangled. “Do you think this will just keep going until they have killed us?”

Obi-Wan’s heart missed a beat when he looked at Anakin. The brave face of the war general had slipped, and two frightened eyes of a child looked to him. He put a hand on Anakin’s good shoulder.

“We will find a way out of here. We always do. Afterall, I need to get you back to y/n before you miss the fun.”

“You know?”

“Of course I know. We are both connected to her in different ways. I am not sure she has realised yet.” Obi-Wan pulled Anakin up to his feet.

“She will not see a healer.” Anakin said.

“I don’t blame her, after the last one.” Obi-Wan tried to joke.

Round four began in a rush of heat, blowing directly above the two men. Hundreds of Droids rolled out around them.

“What do we do? We can’t take them all by ourselves.” Anakin said over his shoulder as they stood back to back.

“Oh you don’t have to, they are just here as backup and to keep you in your place.” Ventriss walked out to them, a smile dancing about her face. Behind her General Grievous, Count Dooku, Savage Opress and three bounty hunters walked in.

“Your fight is with us,” Dooku announced, lighting his sabre.

The fight was fast, people moved in all directions deflecting blaster shots and sabre strikes. Grievous nicked Obi-Wan across his back as Anakin sunk his own lightsaber into Ventress’ chest. There is a moment when Savage has Anakin held against him but with Obi-Wan’s help they struggle away. Anakin has no time to find his bearings as pain comes down on him, his right arm feels like it's held in vise, heat radiating to his elbow. He looks down seeing the red sabre through his hand.

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan calls out, rushing forward. Grievous kicks him to the ground, using the Jedi’s loss in concentration to beat him into the floor. Bloodied Obi-Wan drops, unable to stand. A blaster round shoots through his gut as the bounty hunter, Boba Fett laughs.

“He was to be my kill!” Grievous growled at him.

“NO! OBI-WAN” Anakin tries to rush for his master when his collar is clutched and Dooku lowers his lightsaber through Anakin's arm, slicing it off. The pain is too much for him, and the last thing he sees is an Imperial officer stepping up to Dooku.

“We have them, the Senator and the displaced girl.”

“No, y/n.”

____

You stand with hands bound in front of you, Ahsoka on one side and Padme on the other. Palpatine walked toward you, a smile drawn over his face.

“Ahh how lovely to see you all. My dear Padme.” He holds his hands out to her and she takes them. With a wave of his hand the bonds drop from her wrists. “You did well, my dear one. Come, take your place once more at my side.” Padme looks back at you. The apology she mouths leaves a taste of sulphur in your mouth.

“Take the Padawan away, she has been a thorn in the side of my apprentice, he can do as he wishes with her.” He commands one of the guards, who drags Ahsoka away from you.

“Now, I have long awaited our meeting. So much has been told to me, of your grand knowledge. From what I understand you took away my greatest achievement and so I plan on taking away the things you love the most. It was a delight to watch you fall, to lose the very thing that made you special. Tell me, do any of them care now you cannot tell them how to defeat me?” he hissed the words at you, yet, you felt no fear of him. Idiotic you knew it, but something was telling you that he was nothing, that he would be nothing.

"The not talking thing, AHH now that was a bonus… we lost you for a time but I knew my dear Padme, soon to be Empress would not let me down."

Empress? You shoot your eyes to Padme, she was sitting on a small throne, staring in the space before her. A mind trick.

"You're controlling her?" You risk asking him. The Emperor laughs.

"Yeeessss, oh they have taught you well. Now we shall see how well."

Your body stiffens and rises into the air. You tip backward the Emperor holding you in place. The feel of him trying to crawl into your mind felt like rats running on a tin roof, their claws scratching at your lobes. You clench your jaw, pushing against his thoughts. No, that isn't the way. Retreating back into your own mind you start to lock it down. Hiding away any knowledge you have of Anch-To, of Anakin and anyone who could be used against you. In your struggle to close yourself off you slip a memory to the front of your mind.

You're a child watching Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith for the first time. The yellow writing scrawls up the television. There it is the reason you had done it all. The Emperor saw Anakin kneeling to him.

"Ahh yes, so he was to be mine. Then I shall have him again." The words felt like ice though you.

A door opened where you couldn't see, Dooku waltzed in, smugness radiating off him.

"No, y/n." Anakin groans as he is shoved to the ground before the Emperor. Palpatine keeps you in the air.

"Lock them all away. It's time for a few games. We will draw the Jedi out and they will come to their deaths."

Part four

The next part will take me a little longer to get it. I hope you're enjoying the story so far. Let me know your thoughts.

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[haileygarciasunshine]

Achilles Heel

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Fem!Reader

Written: January 11th, 2021

Posted: January 11th, 2021

Warning: Some violence, kidnapping, mentions of blood, Gets pretty steamy

Word Count: 1,995

Summary:  When a threat is evident against the reader’s kingdom, her father calls Jedi Knights to protect them.

Anakin Skywalker Masterlist

“Please be on your best behavior.” Your father spoke gazing between you and your brother. “We have two Jedi Knights coming since our family has been threatened. I’m looking at you, Y/B/N.” 

“What? Why am I being told to be on my best behavior?” He spoke slightly offended.

“Because, let’s not forget the last time we have Jedi Knights, with us.”

You chuckled. “We’ll both be on our best behavior father.”

Grinning, your father pulled you in for a sweet hug. “That’s my girl.”

---

Sitting in one of the many hiding places you had, leaned against the windowsill as you gazed out of the window.

The sound of chatter echoed off the walls. Frowning, you gazed around the wall you were leaning against. Normally, you would here alone. Gasping your eyes widened. 

Moving off the small window nook, you bolted towards the two figures in the hall.

“Ani!” You exclaimed, hurdling your body into his. 

A quiet ‘mph.’ fell from his lips as his body collided with yours. In no time, he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you tighter against him.

“You’re one of the Jedi Knights assigned to us?” You questioned pulling back slightly, keeping your grasp on his forearms.

“I am.” He chuckled.

His smile sending butterflies in your stomach.

“Oh, Ani.” You spoke, pulling him back towards you, as you nuzzled his neck. “I’ve missed you so.”

“I’ve missed you too.” He spoke into your hair as he placed kisses on your head.

Pulling away, you couldn’t help but keep your gaze locked on his face.

“This is-” He motioned beside him, only to turn and find the man that was beside him gone. “Was, Obi-Wan.”

You giggled.

“How’ve you been, Ani? Last I heard you had something going on with Padme.” You tilted your head slightly.

He sighed, dropping his gaze to his feet.

“It didn’t work out with her-”

“Y/N!” Your brother’s voice echoed off the walls. “There you are! Father has requested our presence in the throne room.”

Frowning, you nodded your head. “Sorry, Ani.” You sighed. “Duty calls.”

---

Tossing and turning, you let out a groan. Throwing your hands down on either side of you, frustration washed over you.

Knock.

Knock.

Bolting upright, you were surprised to hear someone at your door. Glancing at the clock, it read 1:30 AM.

Grabbing your sleep robe, you tied it around your waist before making your way to the door. Pulling it open a surprised gasp fell from your lips.

“Sorry, I could sense you were awake and frustrated...I...I came to help.”

Smirking, you moved aside allowing him entry to your room. His robe hung open, revealing his toned chest.

Leading him to your bed, you unwrapped your robe revealing the oversized t-shirt you had been sleeping in. The hem barely reaching the middle of your thighs. Clearing your throat, you pulled the covers back before sliding into your side.

Your eyes, landing on Anakin expectantly as you awaited him to crawl in. Mirroring your actions, he crawled in beside you. Laying on your side, you gazed into his ocean eyes. Lifting your hand, you gently traced along his face before lightly tracing over his scar.

“Does it hurt?” You softly questioned.

“No.” He whispered.

Leaning on your arm, you grasped his jaw before placing your lips along the length of his scar pressing gentle kisses to it.

Anakin’s hand shot out, grasping your waist gently as he tugged you firm against him. A sigh left his lips.

Feeling adventurous, you placed gentle kisses along his forehead, before traveling to his cheeks, then placing a kiss to the tip of his nose.

Pulling back, you locked eyes with Anakin. His eyes filled with gentleness and love. 

Laying back down on your side, Anakin did the same.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered his nose nudging yours.

“Yes. Please.” You whispered back.

Anakin pressed his lips to yours, enveloping them in a hesitant kiss. Reaching up, you laced your fingers in his soft curls tugging gently at the ends. Groaning, Anakin nipped at your bottom lip. Taking it between his teeth, he sucked it softly.

Pulling him closer, you opened your mouth allowing him entry. His bare chest was pressed against yours. Anakin’s metal hand falling to your thigh, traveling up playing with the hem of your sleep shirt. Leaning on his arm, you rolled onto your back tugging him with you. His tongue licking against yours, as it traveled along your teeth. 

Pulling away, you rested your forehead against his both of you panting. 

“Ani.” You whispered.

His lips traveling to your placing kisses along your jaw. Traveling down to your throat he began sucking leaving hickies in the process. Lightly biting against the skin of your throat he found your sweet spot. 

Moaning out, you arched your back causing you to press yourself further into him. Your hands flying to his back as you began lightly digging your nails into his skin.

Groaning against your throat, he bit you harder causing you to repeat your previous actions. His metal hand reaching under the hem of your sleep shirt, resting under your breast. 

Pulling away from your throat, he rested his forehead against yours.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” He breathed out.

Pushing him slightly, he laid on his back tugging you along with him. Latching your lips onto his throat, you began leaving bruises similar to yours.

---

Since that night, you had avoided Anakin at all costs. Walking through the corridors your mind was clouded with thoughts from that night. As you were walking you walked straight into someone else.

Their arms bolting out to steady you as you regained your balance. 

“Obi-Wan?” You questioned gazing at the stranger.

“Hello, Y/N.” He grinned, down at you.

“Sorry, I...I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s quite alright.” He beamed, removing his hands from you.

Taking a step back, you returned his smile.

“What are you-”

“I was looking for you.”

“You were?” You furrowed your eyebrows together in confusion.

“Yes.” He nodded. “Come, let’s take a walk.”

As you first walked down the corridors, an awkward silence fell between you.

“What did you want to talk about?” You questioned clearing your throat.

“It’s about Anakin.” 

“Oh, Uh...What about him?” You attempted to question nonchalantly.

“He’s been...different lately,” Obi-Wan spoke, gazing at you attempting to gauge your reaction.

“Oh.” You frowned.

“I...I think it’s because of a girl.” He smirked.

Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you felt your heart fall into your stomach.

Grasping your elbow, he pulled you to a stop. “I think it’s because of you...Y/N.” 

“What? Me?” You questioned raising an eyebrow.

“He-”

“Obi-Wan! There you are.” Anakin's voice echoed off the walls, cutting Obi-Wan off.

“Sorry, Obi-Wan.” You frowned, feeling your heartbeat at a rapid pace. “I...I have to go.”

Bolting down the corridor, you wanted to get away from Anakin.

“Y/N, wait!” Anakin called after you.

Rushing down a few corners, you glanced over your shoulder making sure Anakin wasn’t following you.

Turning back around, your eyes widened.

“Anakin-”

A hand clasped over your mouth, pulling you close to their body. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The stranger spoke, wrapping an arm around your waist as they pulled you down the hall.

Your screams were muffled by the hand over your mouth. Struggling against the stranger, you were unsuccessful in freeing yourself.

---

When dinner rolled around, nobody had noticed you were gone. Anakin sat across from your would-be spot. His eyes locked on the door in hopes you would walk through the threshold any minute.

The more time went by, the more Anakin became suspicious something was wrong. Making his way out of the dining room, he ventured down the corridors that led to your room.

Standing before your door, he used the force to sense you. Once he didn’t sense you, he bolted down the hall searching for Obi-Wan.

---

“Please.” You panted as the kidnapper grasped your hand. “Let me go.”

Slicing across your palm, you cried out in pain. A warm liquid oozed along your palm.

“You’re our only leverage against him.”

“Against who?” You cried, hitting your hand against the stranger's arm. “My...My father can pay for you. Please.”

“You’re Anakin’s weakness.” He spoke, his voice laced with venom. “We want to hurt him. The only way to do that...Is to hurt you.” 

“But...I...” Placing tape along your lips, your words were cut off. ‘mph!’

Placing shackles on your wrists, they bound you to the wall, as blood dripped from your hand. Leaning against the wall, you softly let your head lean against the concrete wall.

---

“What do you mean she’s gone?” Obi-Wan questioned with widened eyes. “That’s the whole reason we’re here! We were supposed to protect her!”

“Don’t you think I know that!” Anakin yelled.

Obi-Wan shook his hand, before bolting down the hallway. “I have to tell her father and brother.”

Anakin let out a sigh, rubbing his hands along his face filled with frustration.

The sound of someone whistling caught Anakin’s attention.

“I know where she is.” They spoke. 

---

“Get the prisoner.” A voice echoed off the walls. Opening your cell door, you gaped at the guard. 

“Please.” You croaked.

“Come on.” They spoke grabbing the chains of your shackles yanking you behind them.

“Ah, our guest of honor.” The kidnapper spoke, gazing at you hungrily.

Shifting under his impeding stare, you felt uncomfortable.

"Well, well, well.” He spoke tauntingly. “We get a two for one.” He spoke sending a sly smirk in the direction you presumed he was standing.

Grabbing your arm, he yanked you closer to him. Your body facing the direction of people he was talking about. Emerging from the shadow’s guards escorted Obi-Wan and Anakin to the front of the throne room.

Hope flared through you, as you gazed between the Jedi Knight’s.

The man wrapped an arm around your waist holding you tight against him. A whimper left your lips as a knife was pressed against your throat.

“Does your dignity mean more to you than Y/N’s life?” The man taunted Anakin. Grasping a piece of your hair, he yanked your head backward, causing you to gaze at the ceiling. Pressing the knife tighter against your throat, a cry fell from your lips.

Anakin dropped his gaze to the ground before him, as he flinched ever so slightly at your cries.

“Let her go,” Obi-Wan spoke. 

“No.” He smirked.

“Take me instead,” Anakin spoke, moving towards the man slightly.

“Take another step and I’ll bury this knife in her neck.” He spat, pressing the knife harder than before into your neck. Another cry wrecked through your lips, as you felt blood trickle down your neck.

“Anakin...” You gasped out pleading. Anakin swallowed hard, his eyes darting away from the scene before him, as tears threatened to fall down his cheeks.

“Get on your knees for Y/N.” He hissed. “Beg for Y/N to be spared -- and make it convincing.” He smirked.

Anakin let out a sigh. Dropping to knees before you, he locked eyes with you as you slightly pleaded.

The man holding you against him, let out an evil laugh. “I never thought I’d see the day, Anakin Skywalker on his knees, begging.”

---

Sighing, you fidgeted with the wrap that covered your palm.

Knock.

Knock.

Opening the door, you couldn’t help the smile that made its way to your lips. “Anakin.”

“I’m-”

Throwing your arms around his shoulders, you pulled him in for a tight hug. Nuzzling his neck, you felt him sigh against you.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he placed kisses on your head as he inhaled your scent. The aroma of your shampoo filling his nose.

Rubbing the tip of your nose against his throat, you placed gentle kisses in your wake. 

“Come on.” You spoke, pulling away. Grasping his hand you led him into your room.

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you’re breaking my heart | anakin skywalker x reader | 4/3 [alt. ending]

a/n: this alternate ending had been tempting for me to write to begin with, but i wanted to stick with the request given to me. however, due to an additional request given to me many months ago by pparkerssweetheart to make an alternate ending, i decided to go through with it. it takes place after part two (replacing the original third part.) And yeah, I could’ve broken this into two, but that would just be more confusing with the original third part and this being an alternate ending.

summary: in this alternate ending, we find that the reader is tempted by more than her fears, but also by the voice of a dark seducer. will she choose to overcome her pain or give in to her jealous anger?

disclaimer: some of the lines towards the end of this are directly from the film’s script and belong to Lucasfilm/Disney.

warnings: anger, mild violence, sad panakin anakin :(

word count: 7.8k (woowee)

music: The Immolation Scene by John Williams (sit down and cry with me)

 PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 (original ending)

Sheev Palpatine gazed out of the large window in his elaborate Chancellor’s suite and set his calculating gaze upon the rushing traffic that blazed in currents of noise and glinting metal. His advisor was seated in one of the soft seats on the other side of his wide desk, reading off grievances and compliances expressed from other cabinet members of the Galactic Republic. But Palpatine couldn’t have been more disinterested in the qualms of the Senate - or more distracted from them.

In this moment, he was caught up in a sudden dip in the careful balance of the Force he had felt moments prior.  

“Supreme Chancellor, what would you have us tell the cabinet advisors? Many of them are expressing displeasure with your decision to postpone the meeting of treaties in the coming week. Some of them have conveyed concern towards your intentions to sway the vote. Shall I make arrangements to meet-“ The advisor trailed off into silence when the Chancellor held up his hand to summon him to hush.

“Do what you must to silence their complaints.” With a dismissive nod and wave of his open palm, Palpatine watched as his advisor left his suite and the doors shut behind him. He turned then to his chair and placed himself primly in its dark cushions with a curious smirk on his aging features.

Normally, he was careful to uphold his peaceable demeanor as Chancellor, but he could spare no time in this instance. Something, or someone, had set a disturbance in motion across the energy of the Force.

It had been weak at first, like a small ripple at the edge of a still pond. But as ripples often go, though small they may begin, they expand and spread until the stillness of the water is disturbed and put out of balance until it laps the shore, unsettling the fine dust and crumbling rock at its edge. This shift was beginning to feel much the same.

He had felt something peculiar, something swelling and festering; anger founded in the loss of love – of rejection.

Palpatine pulled the hood of his robe over his head until it shrouded over his eyes and blocked the light from his vision. He silenced every sensation around him, channeling every thought towards this growing darkness. His eyes morphed beneath the shadow of his robe until they burned with a bright red and yellow glow. His skin aged as he grappled the tether of the Force’s energy and clung to it with a dominating presence until he felt its source within his grasp.

The source was close; not close in the sense of distance, but in the sense of knowing.

Palpatine recognized this energy, this internally pure soul – for he had known her for some time. Not personally, not like he had begun to know Anakin, but in passing, enough to identify her.

“Not as strong as Anakin,” his smirk grew into a wide sneer as he pressed the tips of his fingers to each other, “but she would make a perfect pawn in ensuring his turn to the Dark Side.”

 “(Y/n)!” The voice of the man who had brought Anakin to Coruscant many moons ago echoed in your ears with stern allocation. Qui-Gon Jinn was calling to you. “You mustn’t give in to your anger! Do not trust your feelings; they will betray you!”

Your gaze fell to your hands as his voice faded almost as quickly as it had come.  They were clasped tightly onto the hilt of your glowing saber, trembling with unadulterated adrenaline. “My feelings?” you whispered, “I mustn’t trust my feelings…”

You lowered the saber and took in a deep breath, closing your eyes to the flickering light of the blade and the temptation that came with it. Your thumb caressed the switch as you evened your intake of air and envisioned the path ahead of you; calm and illumined. The anger began to dissipate at its very edges, sifting away like sand falling through the cracks on one’s fingers.

The warming temperature of your skin began to cool as you identified the displacement of your emotions and began to organize your thoughts. You felt the faintest sense of peace as you willingly attempted to assuage the darkness from-

“NO!” A dark, sinister voice boomed from the recesses of your mind and yanked you from your meditation. Your eyes opened wide from the shock of such a gruff voice. It was raspy and foreign, but it felt familiar somehow, as if it were the culmination of every dark deed ever done, of every stray thought that had ever tempted you. Its origin seemed to pull from the hidden corners deep within you where you had locked away every ounce of anger and hurt and every inclination to the Dark you had ever felt. “Use your anger! Let it fuel your power!”

“Power?” You murmured. You were suddenly inquisitive of the idea of strength and its potential remedy to the hollowing expanse of your suffering.

“Yes! You have been betrayed by your closest ally and friend; the one whom you love. Do you truly think that recessing how he hurt you will resolve the rejection you feel?”

But Anakin is my friend! He didn’t mean to hurt me.

He doesn’t know that I love him.

“But love is a weakness, is it not? Look where it has gotten you; rejected and overcome with pain, left with only ruin and misfortune. Even in his ignorance, he forsook you. What does that prove to you about the ways of Jedi? What protection has the Force given you so far?”

 “Trust in the Force, (Y/n), and it will guide you. Do not give in to your hate! Your hope is stronger than your anger! You have life outside of this feeling of loss. Do not allow your mind to be seduced!”

The calm and assertive tone in which Qui-Gon spoke to you pulled you back into the beckoning folds of the Light. You didn’t want to be seduced, nor did you want to become weak and unable to control your own feelings. Was this not what you had pledged your life to? 

Denying the Darkness and identifying her as the seductress she was, ensnaring strong minds in their weakest moments? You didn’t want that fate to become yours, did you?

You felt the core of your being begin to tear in opposite directions, plagued by the fear of failure and the hunger for your hurt and anger to be realized. You wanted to be good, to instill peace and hope in world you lived in and in the hearts of the beings you encountered – but what of the raging storm that had begun to defile your spirit and strip it of its natural desire for the Light?

 How were you supposed to find solace when you could tell no one of the forbidden attachment you had clutched onto your entire life?

“What can you trust, if not your own feelings?”

That gravelly tone pierced your soul as they entered your thoughts. A sudden wave of doubt and stunned realization flooded your mind, unfurling a torrent of destruction and unkempt emotions. You felt the edges of your very existence, the laws and codes upon which you were trained, begin to fray at the edge like a splitting rope.  

 Your yell pierced the air with an aggressive strain as you twisted your body on one foot, pirouetting gracefully on your toes. With every ounce of anger and brokenness you could project, you brought your weapon down with you. The glowing blade of your saber flashed as it made contact with the wide column to your right, singeing its minerals and splitting it in half. Quickly, you jutted to the side and turned on your heel, bearing your saber down once more through the column on your left.

You watched as the upper portion of the columns slid forward until the weight of their momentum tipped them into a horizontal position, sending them both crashing into the railing of the balcony. Small chards of marble and stone scattered around your feet. The left column was only seconds behind the first you had cut down. The massive columns plummeted dozens of feet into the waters of the lake that framed the palace courtyard below.

As they broke through the surface of the freshwater below, those once calm waters reacted violently, spraying in every direction with harsh motion. Mist sprayed the edge of your balcony and dotted your toes with its moisture. The carefully crafted railing that had been crushed under the column began to crumble further as some of its debris followed the columns into the water and was swiftly followed by a substantial portion of the balcony floor itself. 

You steadied your balance as it crumbled away and what remained of the balcony split in thick cracks like a lake of splintered ice. With widening eyes, you glanced down at the destruction you had caused. A distorted feeling of guilt and shame welled within you. The thrill of aggression and released tension began to wither as the shame of it sunk into your bones.

Beneath your heaving chest, your lungs panicked for air, demanding that you settle the adrenaline racing through your blood – but you couldn’t stop. And although its indulgence filled you with a dense feeling of sickness, you craved more. It was like the tempting flavor of those sweet pastries you would convince Anakin to conceal in your robes after evening meals as children.

The moment you had tasted one during dessert, you needed as many as you could to fulfill your craving for them into the night. You would stuff your faces full of the delicacies in the hours after your masters had left you to retire to their own quarters for the night, expecting you both to be asleep, when in fact you were running through the courtyards and finding glowing insects beneath stepping stones marked for meditation, dipping your dusty toes in the cool fountain water, and allowing Anakin to teach you some of the games he and his young friends from Tatooine would often play.

Those memories, those precious pieces of your life, no longer comforted you to remember.

They hurt. They ached.

They set your veins ablaze with a wild rage you had never felt before.

And with it came an avalanche of guilt.

You saber hummed maliciously at your side – its sound seemed no longer harmonious with your being. You could sense its energy had shifted ever-so-slightly. Whether by truth or imagination, you felt that your wrath had tinted its blue glow. The shift was blind to the eye, but you could sense it. Small and tiny it may have been, the fragment your dark will had forced upon the kyber crystal in your weapon, but significant enough to be felt.

How could one act of defiance and aggression cause such a shift?

“Yes! Feel the power grow within you! Let your anger fulfill your yearning for vengeance!”

The voice returned with a malicious pleasure in his speech. It sent shivers through your body.

You had done something to please the darkness within you - and you hated it.

You yearned to hear Qui-Gon’s voice once more, but it did not come. You had shut him out with your act of self-satisfaction. Fear twisted inside of you, knotting your nerves and thoughts together in chaotic disarray.

“Vengeance? I don’t want vengeance!” You spoke aloud, feeling as though the voice were no longer in your head, but surrounding you. You felt a dark presence draw nearer, but you did not want it. You didn’t want any of this. “I just want him to love me! I don’t want to lose him!”

“Power is the only path you have left! You have already given in. There is no going back.”

“No! I can fix this! I can enter the trials!”

“The trials? You think subjecting yourself to those pitiful tests the Jedi keep would secure your place in the Light after this? You think they would let you?”

“I didn’t hurt anyone. I can pay for the damages!”

“Have you forgotten the hurt you inflicted on him?”

You swallowed hard as you remembered the hurt expression that had come across Anakin’s features with perfect clarity. You had hurt someone. You had hurt Anakin.

“I-I can still undo this,”

His cruel laughter echoed in your ears.

“You can’t undo a lifetime of rebellion.”

There it was. That was why your unkempt temper had caused such a change, even in just one act of frustration and violence. You had been rebelling against the code your entire life. You hadn’t been without Anakin since you were a child - and the attachment, the devotion of feeling and companionship, had been there every day since.

“I can learn to let go.”

“Then you are satisfied to lose him! To watch him pledge his life to another! All while knowing your devotion meant nothing to him.”

“N-no-”

“You will watch him slip away before your eyes and into the arms of another. He will embark in a life you will never be a part of. And when his children are born, you will grieve every day knowing you did not carry them, that the blood that flows in their veins will not be yours,”

“That’s not true-“

“You will live your life in regret and anguish, watching from afar! From here, your paths diverge forever,”

“No! I can’t lose him,” tears spilled from your eyes as you clutched your stomach and knelt to the ground, weakened by your sorrows, your saber distinguishing as it clattered to the ground, “I can’t lose Anakin!”

“Then seize your anger and control your own path! This is the only way to ensure that your paths remain forged of the same destiny. This is the choice you must make.”

“But is it right choice?”

“It is the only choice.”

Silence fell as you felt the overwhelming weight of every fear, every regret, and every tender affection you had ever felt for Anakin.

A lifetime of friendship and love that all amounted to nothing. He was in love with Padmé, the girl queen who had managed to meet him only days before you, and had somehow managed to enrapture his young heart within that precious time. All before you had even had a chance; before you had been able to exchange that first inquisitive glance, before you had been asked to make him feel welcome, before he had become your one and only attachment and your fondest hope. Before he had become everything you had ever wanted, all wrapped up in one beautiful person.

And now you would spend your life missing him, waiting and hoping, wishing and regretting.

Unless you took your destiny into your own hands and swallowed it whole - devouring its tethering pull and reining it back with your own desires.

You could have Anakin. You could have a life together.

But at what cost?

A sob escaped your lips as your torment multiplied. You felt disgusting. You had given in so easily. What did that say about your strength? Your power?

This wasn’t the code and the life you had so learned to love, and yet this attachment, this now-growing resentment, had tainted your view of it in a matter of seconds. The dark was just as seductive as your masters had told you, if not more when attached so personally to you.

Your breathing shallowed and quickened as you pressed your hands to the cool marble floor. The drops of your tears plodded heavily by your fingers, as if they weighed a great deal. In a way, they did. In them was every emotion you had bottled up, every longing hope, every twinge of hurt, and the drowning feeling of rejection.

You yanked your gaze up from the blurred marble when an urgent communion of voices echoed suddenly from the courtyard below. You heard their urgent questions and envisioned their conflicted stares and pointing fingers.

It would only be minutes before the royal security forces arrived in droves to inspect what had been done – and even less for the visiting company of Jedi to arrive, the company in which your Master was a part of.

Another curt release of your weeping leapt in a quiet cry from your body as you pictured Mace Windu’s thwarted expression when he would see the destruction you had caused so willingly.  He would be disappointed with you for your failure to resist the temptation and recognize the seduction as it came to you. He had been a hard master and a determined instructor, and often times knew little of expressing empathy, but you desired to please him in your path to follow the Light. Your bond, though rocky from the start, was significant to both of you.

He was your master, your teacher, your example.

How would this make him feel? Would it hurt him? Would he mourn your failure?

“Is someone up there?!” One of the voices from below shouted and interrupted your flow of thought and grief.

Were you supposed to answer? Did they know you were there?

“Hello! Is anyone hurt?”

Did you dare attempt to conceal yourself and recede back into your quarters? Were you to hide yourself away until they realized who had done it?

You sucked in your breath and stood slowly, cowering enough to not be seen from the crowd that congregated below. You gazed down at your saber from where it had landed, unsure of whether to take it up or leave it where it rested.

“Take it. You may need to defend yourself against the Jedi.”

Without thinking, you snatched up the weapon and turned quickly into your quarters. You hurried around and fumbled through your drawers, gathering a satchel full of necessities. Quickly, you latched your belt back around your waste and picked your robe up from the floor, as well as the boots you had thrown haphazardly across the room. You slipped into them, tightened the satchel across your body, and twisted the knob of the door that led into the corridor.

You halted there – the door cracked just enough to let warm light from the marble-clad hall shine in a streak across the leather of your boots. You sucked in a tight breath. Your eyes fell to the saber in your hand that you had been persuaded to take with you.

To do what? To hurt the people you loved?

To defend yourself against whom – Anakin?

Master Windu? Master Kenobi? Padmé’s royal guards?

You had never felt so confused in your life – or so alone.

What am I doing?

Your thumb grazed over the bolts and subtle grain in the metallic material of the hilt as a thousand fears roamed freely in your mind. Doubt seemed apart of you now. Had your failure been imminent since the day you had welcomed the boy from Tatooine into the temple?

“A lifetime of rebellion”, the voice had said.

That didn’t only mean one thing. It meant a lifetime of white lies denying any and all attachment; it meant that each day you stepped out against the code when you put Anakin before your every thought and action; it meant that your path hadn’t been true. You couldn’t be a Jedi now; not after your love for Anakin had woven itself into your very fiber. You couldn’t separate yourself from that now, from him - not for anything, even if you tried.

And did you even want to try?

The sinister voice you heard was right; there was no going back from this.

You hadn’t just decimated a portion of the palace out of sheer anger – you had spent every day of your life loving someone you were forbidden to attach yourself to and acting on that emotion.

And to think Anakin might still want you? To risk so much for such slim hopes? He had already pledged his heart to Padmé Amidala. There was no room in his heart for you…so what was left?

Your grasp tightened around the knob and you pulled the door open. Your boots fell silently in the hall as you fled to the stairs, hoping to escape before anyone saw you. It may have been cowardly of you, but you didn’t care anymore. You were afraid - and running seemed the only solution.

  Anakin was halfway through his second helping of dessert when the wide doors of the dining hall swung open and a small group of the palace guard came into view. The captain who stood ahead of their troop, one which he recognized, scanned the room briefly before his eyes settled on Obi-Wan and Mace Windu. Anakin swiped his lips clean of crème and watched with curiosity as his Master’s posture stiffened.

“This can’t be good,” Obi-Wan mumbled, dotting his beard with his napkin. He pulled his long legs from under the table and over the wooden bench seats, preparing to stand. Mace Windu followed his gaze and stood with a stern gaze fixated on the approaching guards.

“Master Kenobi, Master Windu,” the captain bowed briefly, “there has been an incident in the southern wing of the palace. Senator Amidala has requested your presence immediately.”

“What sort of incident?”

“Part of the palace has been destroyed, sir.”

Obi-Wan and Mace Windu exchanged perturbed glances.

“Destroyed? Are we under attack?” Anakin interjected.

“Hold on, Anakin,” Obi-Wan cautioned, “Let’s not jump to conclusions.”

“It would be best if you just followed us, sir, all three of you.”

Anakin followed a step behind his master and listened intently to the stray details that were being subtly exchanged between the captain and the Jedi masters. He was never one to pay much mind to detail or direction, but he thought the southern wing of the palace might be were his and the other padawans’ quarters were located, including yours.

Obi-Wan’s concerned tone worried Anakin – his master was never one to get unnecessarily excited about things. He wondered if this incident might have anything to do with the disturbance he had sensed during the main course of his meal. Anxious haste quickened his steps as concern for you plagued his young mind.

Were you alright? Had you been hurt?

  “My goodness,” Obi-Wan Kenobi breathed, “What happened here?”

“Obi-Wan! Anakin!”

The voice of Padmé Amidala drew the attention of all three Jedi who had come promptly to the gardens below the southern wing. She quickened her pace to approach them as they drew nearer, picking up her satin skirts to step over the rubble. Shock and confusion were evident in her features, as well as a certain twinge of anger. Who would have done such a thing?

Anakin swallowed hard as he took in the scene before him. The balcony above them, which had crumbled under the impact of the falling columns – which were now half-sunken into the lake’s shallow bank waters - had crushed the greenery of the courtyard and littered stone path at his feet. Puddles of water had begun to drown some of delicate plant life and some flowers had been robbed of their pedals from the sharp spray of water.

“Senator, do we know what caused this destruction?” Obi-Wan crossed his arms, gesturing with an upturned palm towards the sight in front of him.

“There’s still speculation about what happened, but we’re almost sure that someone intentionally compromised the integrity of the columns up there,” Padmé pointed to the balcony that had crumbled into the gardens.

“You mean someone did all of this,” Anakin’s gaze fell over the mess of water and marble rubble around him, “on purpose?”

“Do you have someone in mind?”

“That’s why you’re here,” Padmé’s expression became grim, “I need you all to look at something.”

Anakin nudged pebbles of polished marble into the grass with his boot as he followed closely behind Obi-Wan. Something felt familiar about this area; almost like an imprint of some kind. They each followed Padmé through the open corridor and up the same set of stairs you had fled through a half hour prior, though none of them knew so. When they approached the hall of rooms that was known to house several padawans that frequented Naboo alongside their masters, they each felt unease at what Padmé was about to show them.

Her nimble fingers grasped the knob of one of the doors she approached – and Anakin’s heart dropped. He recognized that door – the one he had followed you through on numerous accounts in the last few months, the one you often hid behind when you felt insecure, the one he knew the grainy pattern of well.

He said nothing as Padmé opened the door and led them inside, hoping beyond all reason that he was wrong. When he stepped through and laid his eyes on the subtle disarray you had left in your panicked escape, he was sure.

Obi-Wan’s stern gaze fell upon the clothes that hung out of open drawers, the untouched bed, and the closet that had been ransacked by the looks of it. Mace Windu followed his friend’s thoughtful gaze with a frown of disapproval at what he saw.

He promptly followed Padmé through the sheer curtains that billowed and out onto what remained of the balcony. It was evident that Mace did not feel what Obi-Wan did – a familiar impression, like he knew someone here, but couldn’t quiet pin the sensation to a name. He kept his observation to himself as he followed his fellow Jedi outside.

Anakin stopped by the white ochre dresser and pulled out one of your tabards you had left behind. Beneath it, he saw one of your old scarves folded neatly. He recognized the subtle pattern of green flora embroidered along pale blue stripes. It was something he had given you nearly seven years earlier from a market on another planet. He marveled at the memories that flooded his min. You had kept it all these years…

Anakin stared at the cloth in his hands as he neared the balcony where Obi-Wan’s voice mingled with Mace Windu’s as they spoke to Padmé.

“Look at these scorch marks,” Obi-Wan was saying, tracing his hand along the perfect cut along the stump of marble.

“The mark of a lightsaber, by the looks of it.” Mace Windu speculated.

“These are (Y/n)’s quarters,” Anakin breathed. Obi-Wan stopped where stood and turned to face his padawan with a questioning expression. Mace Windu bore a look of stern frustration.

“What?”

“Why didn’t you say something before?”

“I had to be sure, but I’ve been in here with her before,” Anakin’s thumb traced over the thread in the scarf, “And I found this in one of the drawers.” He handed the delicate piece of fabric to Obi-Wan, who inspected it with careful contemplation. He looked to Anakin for an explanation.

“I gave it to her during my fourth year as a padawan, when we went to the markets in the lower levels of Coruscant for the first time. I had no idea she kept it this long.”

Obi-Wan could sense the confused pain emanating from his padawan. It brought a sad smile to the man’s features as he handed Anakin the scarf and laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “We’ll get to the bottom of this, Anakin. I’m sure there’s a reason for all of this.”

“I, for one, plan to have a talk with my padawan. I apologize, Senator, for the destruction she seems to have caused here today,” Mace Windu’s gruff tone made Padmé feel guilty. She had no intention in blaming you of all people, knowing what Anakin had told her about you being a tender person – especially when they hadn’t any solid proof that it had been you rather than an outside party. “I just don’t understand this! It doesn’t make any sense.”

“We don’t know if it was (Y/n), Master Windu,” Obi-Wan corrected politely, “It could have been an attack for all we know. Has anyone seen her?”

“No one made mention of her when they told the royal guard of the incident.” Padmé added.

“Then we must remain neutral in our accusations before pinning any blame on the girl.”

“Skywalker, would you mind having a look around the palace grounds for my padawan? I don’t feel like being patient for answers today.”

Anakin glanced to Obi-Wan for approval, who nodded promptly. “Go ahead, Anakin. See what you can find out.”

  Your heart pounded in your chest as you peered around the corner into the main hangar of the Naboo palace. The place was nearly empty, with only a couple of service droids hunched over engines and huddled by work benches, pittering away at parts and projects. With a deep breath, you straightened your posture and entered the hangar, clutching your satchel to your side. You desperately hoped you were asked no questions by any droids roaming around – you had never been skilled in the art of hurried lies.

You glanced around the hangar in search of a suitable ship while maintaining your most inconspicuous mannerisms. Being a padawan meant you did not have a ship of your own, especially not while visiting another planet. There were starfighters available at home on Coruscant for training maneuvers, and you had flown your share of them in excursions, but you had never had a ship of your own.

Quickly enough, you spotted a small freighter docked in the rear stalls. There were no droids hovering about it and no crew members meddling around inside by the looks of it. It would be perfect for you to get away in – it was small enough to be piloted easily on your own, but there would be ample space inside to make a temporary living space out of.

You skipped a few steps as you quickened your pace, hoping to avoid contact with any curious droids. When you made it to then ship, you went to work on the security panel and bypassed its basic controls with a swipe of your hand, which released the ship’s ramp. While it slowly descended to the ground, you glanced over your shoulder worriedly.

When the ramp clanked onto the ground, you quickly ascended it and made your way to the cockpit. It was big enough for two co-pilots, if you crammed one into the passenger’s stool. The rest of the ship consisted of narrow corridors and two small compartments made for sleeping bunks and storage. 

There was little else apart from paneling and hidden hatches for large cargo and canister hauls. The small capacity of the hip made you feel a little less guilty about stealing it.

Less guilty? I’m stealing a ship! How can I be okay with this!? You sucked in a shaky breath, Because my fears are outweighing my conscience.

You dropped your satchel and robe onto the stool and sat in the cockpit, rummaging around the controls to get familiar with them. You glanced out of the main viewport and felt a thrill of relief to find that no one had noticed your boarding – and if they had, they simply didn’t bother to check you for credentials. You flipped switches and listened as the engine warmed itself in the belly of the ship.

While the compressors and internal environment of the ship balanced itself for space travel, you went out into the corridor and began checking for cargo. You may have been desperate enough – afraid enough – to steal a small ship, but you didn’t feel as well about taking someone’s possessions with you.

You had unloaded three large crates of cargo, labeled in various garb, and were sliding down the last tray of tall canisters when a voice echoed across the hangar and sent a sharp twinge of alert through your body. “(Y/n)!”

Anakin.

No! He wasn’t supposed to follow you!

You were supposed to get away before anyone was able to see you – or stop you.

Your eyes met his as he ran towards you with confusion laced in his countenance. You wanted to run up the ramp and lock the hatch, start the engine and get moving. But your body stood still as a tree, unmoving and stiff. You felt like a creature trapped in the lights of a transporter; too stunned to bolt for safety.

"What happened back there!? Are you alright?”

They saw the balcony. They saw my quarters.

You looked behind Anakin to see if your masters were also in pursuit, but found no sign of commotion. When you looked back at him, he was close enough to notice the frantic trembling of your fingertips. You watched as his line of vision strayed from yours and landed on the cargo in front of you. His ears strained to pick up on the low hum of the engine.

“What are you doing?”

“I-…” You swallowed hard.

“Are we going somewhere?”

Oh, Ani.

“No, Anakin, I-I… I have to leave. By myself.”

“Where are you going? Back to Coruscant? What about Master Windu?  I don’t think he knows about this! He doesn’t even know where you are, (Y/n). He sent me to look for you!”

“No, Anakin, I’m not going back,”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not going back to the Order.”

“What?”

You both studied each other’s gaze for a lingering moment. You could sense the deep chasm of hurt you were inflicting upon his heart. It pulsed like an open wound. But what were you supposed to do? There was no going back; there was no fixing what had been done. Didn’t he understand that? And what of your feelings? Couldn’t he feel how much he had broken your heart by shoving your feelings aside as if they were merely ornamental?

“I don’t belong with the Jedi anymore,”

“What!? What do you me- No, no, we can help you, (Y/n),” he drew nearer, making strides towards the cargo you stood behind, “I can help you. Did someone hurt you? Is someone forcing you to do this?”

“No, Anakin! Stay back!” You hold your hand up, stopping him short with your sudden change in tone. His expression mimicked the one he had donned in the hall earlier that evening, when you had done the very same thing. The sting of tears pricked your glistening eyes.

“Did you destroy the balcony?”

You didn’t expect him to ask the question you so feared. The discomfort in your chest swelled as the air felt thinner. Your silence gave Anakin the answer he sought.

“Why?” He breathed.

“I’m not who you all think I am. I’ve been lying to myself for years, Anakin, to everyone!” Your chest heaved beneath your tabard, “Don’t you see? I’m not good anymore!”

“What are you talking about? I’ve known you all my life!”

“Then how could you not know that I loved you!?”

The tension snapped between you in that moment. Silence descended into the air as he struggled to take in your confession and everything that came with it. You felt a sense of relief, having finally been honest with someone other than yourself, but his shock brought a new wave of worry upon you, as well as a certain sense of frustration.

Anakin blinked through his thoughts as they raced in his mind. He repeated your words over a dozen times in his head.

You loved him?

His tongue moistened his lips as his brows drew together and his heartbeat quickened within him - every memory he had with you illuminated with a different color, as if it was blossoming into its full bloom. It was as if, in a mere moment, everything clicked for Anakin.

Your reaction to his confessing his love for Padmé, how it had been entirely out of character; the disturbance he had felt during his meal and the destruction he had found in your quarters; how you had never been able to be close friends with Padmé since your arrival to Naboo; everything.

A lifetime of things, of glances and smiles, of friendship and loyalty – it all made sense.

“(Y/n), please, don’t leave,” Anakin swallowed his tears as he stepped forward and reached out his hand for yours, “I’m sorry. I didn’t- I didn’t know. I thought-”

“Don’t follow me Anakin,” your voice broke as you attempted to assert your anger, “I need to go. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“You’re just going to leave? After everything? After what you just told me?”

“Yes, Anakin, I am! I’ve spent my entire life loving you! I’ve lived every day in rebellion to a code that was meant to be my very vow and I’ve broken it a thousand times for you!” Your tears spilled freely down your reddening cheeks. “And you never even knew.”

And you didn’t say it back.

Anakin’s ignorance made you furious with him now. You had given him everything, including subconsciously risking your path as a Jedi, and he had never noticed your turmoil about the matter or the sacrifices you had made along the way. How could he have not known? And why had you spent a lifetime loving a ghost?

“But I need you, (Y/n)! I need you here with me!”

“You don’t need me anymore, Anakin,” You turned halfway to the ramp and glanced at the ground, feeling desperately hopeless, “You have Padmé.”

Anakin watched powerlessly as you boarded the ramp, and, in a panic of broken feelings, rushed to your side. When you felt his fingers graze your arm to stop you, you instinctively yanked yourself back and struck your hand forward. Anakin’s body was hurled back into the cargo with harsh momentum. You heard the cargo clatter to the floor and the gathering sounds of alarmed droid speech, but you couldn’t move. You were frozen in shock yet again, staring at your outstretched hand.

In all your efforts to protect him, you had hurt him more than ever.

You took a tentative step toward his groaning body, but halted suddenly when a drowning swell of terror enveloped you. Turning on your heel, you shoved the tray of canisters down the last rut to mobilize the extension cables. They clinked against each other and toppled over, but you couldn’t stop to pick them up.

You bolted back up the ramp and smashed the bright orange button on the control panel, pulling the ramp up and locking it. The echo of your boots on the metal floor of the corridor made your senses clam up. You were overstimulated in every sense of the word.

In just a few seconds, you had the ship prepared for flight, and careened the vessel out of the large stall door behind it. Through the viewport, you could see Anakin get to his feet warily, watching helplessly as you made your escape. You locked eyes for a lingering moment before the freighter gained traction and your guidance led the vessel into the open blue skies. The last Anakin had seen of you that day was the brief streak of blue in the atmosphere left behind from your jump to hyperspace.

Three years later…

 “You are on this council, but we do not grant you the rank of Master.”

“What?” Anakin’s gaze followed the line of Jedi seated around him until he landed on Obi-Wan, who seemed slightly unsettled himself, “How can you do this? This is outrageous. It’s unfair! How can you be on the council and not be a Master?!”

“Take a seat, young Skywalker.” Mace Windu commanded. There was a sternness in his gaze that made Anakin uncomfortable – it was the same gaze he had worn on the day he had informed Master Windu of your fleeing. It was a gaze that Anakin felt blamed him.

“Forgive me, Master.” Anakin bowed before he turned and took his seat beside Obi-Wan, who shook his head in quiet disapproval. Anakin ran his hands along his thighs – a habit he had developed in moments of acute adrenaline. He kept his tongue still until the session was concluded; biting his remarks and his plea for equal rank.

However, when Anakin trailed closely behind Obi-Wan as they left the meeting chamber, his tongue could not be stilled any longer.

“What kind of nonsense is this? Put me on the council and not make me a Master? It’s never been done in the history of the Jedi! It’s insulting!”

“Oh, calm down, Anakin! You have been given a great honor,” Obi-Wan chided, “To be on the council at your age; it’s never happened before!”

Anakin’s nostrils flared and his frustration swelled and evened with an uneven current within him. Obi-Wan stopped beside him, pulling his padawan’s attention close to him.

“The fact of the matter is the council does not believe you have fully recovered from the emotional shock of (Y/n)’s disappearance. You were close friends, perhaps closer than Master Windu and I should have allowed,”

Anakin looked at his Master and wondered if he knew what you had told him that day in the hanger, but he had never told a soul about what had been said that day. Did Obi-Wan and the others know you had loved him all those years? Or did he simply mean the attachment  of friendship between young companions?

“But you needed someone your age to help you adapt to this way of life, of that I am sure. But I do not think you have yet let go of that attachment, Anakin, even as her friend. She’s not coming back – it is only hindering you from your path. We mustn’t hold on to things like this. It is not the Jedi way.”

“You think so little of my ability to stay loyal to the code? It’s nice to know that the council enjoys their gossip rather than directly discussing the matter.”

“Anakin! That’s not what –“

“(Y/n) has nothing to do with this. I forgot about her a long time ago, just as the rest of you should.” Anakin turned and resumed his steps along the red carpet of the temple foyer.

He couldn’t believe this! The council would rather discuss such intimate matters behind his back rather than address them directly?! What other secrets were they keeping from him?

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan took large strides to catch up to his padawan, “We are concerned for your wellbeing! This is not an attack on your nobility or your strength! It is merely a matter that must be considered before you are granted more responsibility. We must be sure you are ready!”

“If you and the rest of the council would stop deciding things for me and stop treating me like a child, you would understand that I want nothing more than to follow the code!”

“And what of the Chancellor, Anakin?”

Anakin listened as his Master relayed the plan that the Jedi council wished for him to carry out. He was to stay close to the Chancellor, despite the council’s wary mistrust of him, and spy on him from an intimate distance. He couldn’t believe his ears – or the same familiar feelings of distrust and confusion that followed such a request.

  “You wanted to see me, Chancellor?”

Anakin knelt by Chancellor Palpatine’s seat in his box seat at the Galaxies Opera House, where an entrancing display of ballet was being portrayed in “Squid Lake”. The Chancellor, he knew, often enjoyed the theater arts. Anakin watched for a moment as orbs of water floated about the room in a slow, rhythmic motion.

Soon, he was alone there with him, listening intently to the words that Palpatine had to offer. In minutes, he found himself doubting not only the Council and his own Master, but the Jedi as a whole. Were they really all that noble?

“I have to admit, my trust in them has been shaken.”

“Why?” Palpatine’s eyes landed on Anakin’s face, studying his tormented expression with a hidden sense of satisfaction, “They asked you to something that made you feel dishonest, didn’t they?”

Anakin lifted his eyes to meet his for a brief moment. His shame told him everything he needed to know. Still, he pressed.

“They asked you to spy on me, didn’t they?”

He watched as Anakin shifted uncomfortable in his seat, trying to decide on a response that would not betray his superiors, but also remain honest.

“I don’t, uh- I don’t know what to say.”

“Remember back to your early teachings; all who gain power are afraid to lose it.”

“The Jedi use their power for good.”

“Good is a point of view, Anakin,” Palpatine turned his gaze back to the performance, “Think back on your dear friend, what was her name?”

“(Y/n)?” Anakin breathed. He was surprised that the Chancellor had thought to bring you up – he hadn’t been very privy to you while you had been present alongside Master Windu, at least not in any way that was obvious.

“Ah, yes,” the cunning man nodded, “She was a fine padawan from what I knew of her. She was the one that welcomed you on your first arrival to Coruscant, was she not? Mm, it’s a shame that her own Master and the code meant to keep her safe was the very thing that drove her away. You see, Anakin, the Jedi believe what they will of good and evil. But even your friend, as devoted as she was, could not find in herself to abandon her own morals to adhere to their demands. Maybe she knew something we do not, hm? Perhaps that Jedi are not so different from the Sith and their quest for greater power,”

“Oh, well, no matter,” Palpatine concluded, knowing full well that it mattered a great deal to Anakin, “Have you ever heard of the tragedy of Darth Plageus the Wise?”

  That night, Anakin sank into the cushions of the sofa late that evening in the lounge of his and Padmé’s shared chambers, suddenly overwhelmed by the tragic turn of events that had tainted the last few years of his life. How was it that he had come to feel overwhelmed with the same sense of abandonment and distrust as he had when you had left him.

Somewhere between the chaos that ravaged his mind, he felt Padmé's gentle hand came to rest on his shoulder as her weight dipped in the cushion next to him. Her thumb caressed the woven stitching of his dark tabard in an attempt to soothe him. He wanted to find comfort in her touch, but something about it made his skin prickle with annoyance.

His own reaction confused him - usually, the touch of his wife comforted him and brought him an overwhelming sense of peace. It had always been that way with Padmé. But now, after everything they had been through since your disappearance, there was something Anakin could no longer hide away within himself.

You had broken his heart.

And he wished that it was your touch grazing his shoulder.

He wished it had been you all along.

P.S. My dear readers, I didn’t want to part ways on a sad note! I know this was a sad one, but please don’t give in to the dark side of real life! You deserve joy, love, and happiness. We are not our mistakes. We have a choice to let ourselves heal and embark on our passions and purposes in life. If one dream doesn’t work, whether it be a thing or a person, that’s okay. Who says we’re only allowed one dream?

Don’t let the words of a dark seducer sway your place in the world to instill goodness and peace. Do your part to heal the world in a way only you can. At the end of the day, this is just a story and is written for entertainment purposes, and it doesn’t reflect on you or me personally in a condemning fashion.

In fact, we can take from these sad turns in storytelling narratives and glimpse into a future in which we allow our enemy to overcome us and trick us into believing we’re too far gone!

But there is always a second chance for a sincere heart and often times more chances than that. Never listen to the voices that tell you you’ve gone too far to rescue. We can make our own choices and find healing and spread love. I find that healing in my faith in Jesus, so perhaps you can find it too. <3

P.P.S. Some fluffy Anakin fics are coming to make up for this one (not immediately, but as soon as I get some Anakin inspo), don’t worry!

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