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"A-Anakin? What are you doing here?!" You stare at him, your eyes watching him hoist himself into your room through your window. "Listen to me, Y\N. Listen carefully," He strides over to you, taking your hand into his, the contact makes your heart race. "I-I have been missing you. Ever since we had to be seperate. You have no idea, Y\N, just how much being away from you and watching you from afar has hurt me. You put me in agony." As he confesses all this to you, you cannot help but slowly feel yourself cave into his words. He seemed so overjoyed to just see and touch you.
"Oh, Ani..." You breath out, holding a breath you had no idea you were holding in the first place. Anakin's hand goes to your cheek, his hand, calloused and rough from ten years of harsh Jedi training, meeting your soft and pretty skin, caressing it in the sweetest gesture. "I've missed you so much. But what if someone finds us? What are we to do then?" Anakin smiles down at you, his ocean blue eyes scanning over your face as if drinking in every detail of you in this forbidden moment.
"Don't worry, Y\N. I promise you, I will protect you, always. Just be here with me." He places a sweet kiss to your forehead as he gazes into yours eyes, and as you always tried to will yourself not to do, you lost yourself into that intense but passionate gaze of his. "Anakin.." You muttered as that aquamarine blue eye color of his hypnotized you. "Y\N.." He uttered back to you, his hands travelling down to rest on your waist, he leaned in closer to your face, his warm breath hitting your face cooly and leaving behind the smell of cinnamon mint which makes your mouth water ever so slightly.
His lips brush deliciously against yours which makes you yearn for the taste of them upon yours, but instead he pulls you closer and buries his face in your neck, breathing out slowly. Instead of complaining, you wrap your arms around his neck and embracing him in turn. It felt like a lifetime since you guys have been this close or talked for this long, the feeling of him so close to you made your mind melt of all your doubts and morals.
However, every moment had to end, and it did unfortunately. Outside, you both could hear the sounds of footsteps getting closer and closer, and in a panic, you push Anakin away, your eyes urging him to leave quickly. With a roll of his eyes but a fleeting sense of fight or flight, he runs out of the window, using the force to close your windows doors behind him. As the footsteps eventually arrived at your door, you throw yourself under the covers of your cold bed.
With a knock on the door, you pretend to reply with a sleepy voice. "Y\N?" Called the voice of your master. "What?" You reply with an icy tone. "Can I come in? It's urgent." With a soft sigh. "Yes, Master." Windu opens the door, his eyes sweeping the room, no doubt for signs of Skywalker. Once determining the coast is clear, he enters the room and goes to sit on the edge of your spacious Queen sized bed. "Listen, the Council has been considering something very seriously." He says to you, his voice sounding the normal strict tone. You tilt your head curiously at him, interested in his next words. "We have decided that it seems necessary to send you on a specific mission, seeing as you are immensely close to taking the trials."
Instantly, you sit up, your eyes focused on his. "Oh? Okay! What kind of mission? When? Where?" You ask eagerly. Windu lets out a small chuckle. "Kamino." He answers simply. "Your mission will begin tomorrow so I wished to inform you." You nod at him, the feeling of finally being allowed to leave Coruscant and go on a well-deserved mission made your heart flutter. Windu got up, giving you a curt nod before leaving the room, the sounds of his graceful, tapping footsteps on the marble flooring departing. You lay back down, closing your eyes gently now knowing you had a big day ahead of you.
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P.S: Yeah, you guessed it, I totally didn't want to write Part Nine! But here it is anyway, and it came out pretty good I think. Anyways, enjoy.
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A\N: I finished Awake with Hayden Christensen yesterday and omg- that movie had me in TEARS.
You had been waiting for Clayton to come back to you for a long time; he had recently joined the Army for before he had gotten the emergency call for the heart transplant, and you, his fiance, waited anxiously for him to come back. You haven't seen him for a few months, although you both called frequently and communicated whenever possible. You fiddled with your clothes and with your appearance, wanting nothing more than to look beautiful for him.
The moment his gorgeous blue eyes locked with yours, your breath had gotten stuck in your throat. He appeared to you in his military uniform and you could swear he had seen you get flustered, as he smiled. You hastily walked over to him, hugging him as tight as possible, burying your face in his chest as he chuckled and hugged you back. "Hi, love." He grinned at you. "Hey, Clay." You spoke, voice cracking slightly. You had never expected to be this emotional when you were reunited with your soon-to-be-husband, but you were. You brought your hands up to cup his cheeks, gently running your thumbs over them as you took in his appearance once more. From his sparkling eyes, proud smirk, to the way his hair was gelled and slicked to the side.
"I missed you so much, you know that?" He spoke to you, his hand going to your waist and other going to comb his fingers through your hair as he always loved to do. "I missed you more." You replied, a smile on your face. "Jack wants to see me." He said, sighing softly, but keeping his smirk. "I know." You sigh as well, looking at his uniform, your eyes gleaming as you traced the medals with your finger. "Do you want to come?" Clay asked you, his finger going to your chin to gently lift your head to look at him. "If you want." You answered. He lowered his head to yours and caught your lips in a sweet and longing kiss. Your heart beat pounded, to the point you were sure Clay could hear it too. He pulled back slightly, his face still close to yours and he looked at you, before placing his forehead against yours.
"Of course I want you to come with me." He smiled. He pulled all the way back and gazed down at you with adoration, you could see it in his eyes. "Don't you think you should change?" You ask playfully and he laughs slightly. "Yeah, probably should." He gives you one more quick kiss before hurrying inside with you to change out of his uniform. You hummed softly as you waited for him to get dressed. You were so delighted that he was home but at the same time so dejected that he had to immediately deal with his heart complications.
Alas, you still went with him once he got changed. Why wouldn't you? Clay and you were to be married, why would you let this get in your way? Ever since you met Clay, you knew he had heart problems and would eventually need a transplant, but it never stopped either of you from loving the other. Even if Lillith didn't like the idea of you both getting married, she knew there was nothing she could do as long as Clay loved you like he did. "Do you want me to wait out here?" You ask, once you both get into the Hospital and you walk to Jack's office. He shook his head, "Y\N, you can come in." He smiled at you and you nodded. Clay knocked on the door and Jack opened it. "Yeah? Oh, hey, Clay! What took you so long?" Jack chuckled, giving Clay a friendly hug. Clay laughed. "Just got back." Jack gave him a curt nod and gestured for you bot to come inside. "Hey, Y\N." Jack greeted you before sitting down and looking at Clay. Both of you sat side by side in front of Jack's desk and waited. "Hi, Jack." You replied sweetly.
"Well, Clay... You know you have to get this transplant, and it has to be soon." Jack reminded Clay, his voice serious. Clay nodded. "Would you like to schedule something soon?" Jack asked, his head tilted and his hands clasped up to his lips, both of his index fingers resting on his nose. "Yes. Yes, I do. Is there a specific time I gotta schedule for?" Clay asked, his hands politely in his lap. "No. But, we will have all of our best staff available tomorrow." Clay nodded. "Well then, tomorrow sounds good." Jack gave an affirmative nod and stood up, so did Clay and you. "See you tomorrow then." Jack smiled, shaking both of your hands.
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A\N again: Part two will be coming out either tomorrow or later today!
Kylo Ren: The Order had kept him busy for a long time, and although he did not like it, it meant the world to him you were patient with him. However, on a particularly bad day for him, when nothing seemed to go his way, he came back to you, not caring of his hateful attitude, until he did. You asked him a couple questions like, "What's wrong?" and "What happened at work today, sweetie?" and he had told you he didn't wish to speak about it, but you still pushed, out of concern. You couldn't make it better unless you knew what it was.
But it annoyed him, and he snapped at you, "Jesus, are you fucking deaf, Y\N?! I told you to leave it!" And you immediately shut up, leaving the room to deal with the incoming tears threatening to flood your face. At first, Kylo just stayed silent and sat himself on the couch, dealing with his anger himself, but after a few moments of gathering himself, he could hear the soft and muffled cries of you sobbing and it struck him like a ton of bricks. He should not have spoken to you like that. You, his beloved sweetheart, he yelled at you. When you tried to help him.
"Y\N... baby, that wasn't me, you know that. I didn't mean to treat you like that, you don't deserve it. I just had a bad day, Snoke wasn't too cooperative... Honey, let me in. I'll make it up to you." You sniffled, and sighed, wiping the tears as you approached the door and opened it, allowing him a good look at your eyes red and puffy with the tears and he felt his heart break. He wraps his arms around you, squishing you against his warm chest and scoops you up, leading you to the bed and wrapping a few (thousand) blankets around you as he keeps his arms securely around your waist, pulling you against him. "I love you, you know that?" He whispers against your ear.
Anakin Skywalker: After finding out he was not granted the rank of master but a seat on the council, he needed to sulk about it. That night when he went home to you, he fell into your awaiting arms, ready to welcome him after a long, rough day. He sighed against your neck, lazily wrapping his arms around your waist, his golden brown hair falling into his eyes, but that did not matter, all that mattered was your embrace. Oh, how he craved your embraces.
"Cuddle me. Let me sleep with you." He asked with a tone of tiredness. You nod and lead him to the bed, laying on it with him and cradling him, his head on your chest, running your hands through his sun-touched golden locks. He lets out a content hum and pressing his long fingers to your other hand stationed on his arm, he intertwined your fingers together, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. His eyelashes flutter a bit, signaling he's falling asleep. You smile to yourself, satisfied at the way you could practically lull Ani to sleep. But also because the reward, the sight of seeing him asleep so soundly, so peacefully, it's a pride thing for sure.
Luke Skywalker: It was the end of the day and you found yourselves in his bedroom, with him bent over your hands, his sandy brown hair draping over his face as he fixates on the task of painting your nails. "You're going to love it, Y\N. I'm almost done!" He says, as he finishes painting your pinky, blowing on it before moving away, flipping his hair out of his oceanic blue eyes. "So, whatcha think?" He asks with a glittering smile, crossing his legs and resting his cheek on both of his hands.
You bring your hands to your face, gazing at the color and letting out a breathy chuckle. "Wow! How did you learn to do this so good?" You raise an eyebrow. He shrugs. "I had a good teacher." He smiles, nudging your arm. You beam at him. "Come here." You say, beckoning him closer, he leans in forward, more and more until... Your lips meet, a soft, dreamy sigh escapes his lips, reaching up to cup your cheek lightly in his hand. His eyes close as he feels his head spin.... you were so gorgeous, so sweet, so kind and patient... like a dream. A dream in which he has been fantasizing and romanticizing about for countless days on nights. A release from the scorching heat of the Tatooine suns beating down on him as he works hard at the Harvest, desperate for an escape. And then came you. His escape.
His hands move to wrap around your waist and pull you down backwards on the bed, careful of your newly polished nails to not get smudged as he rests his head in between the crook of your neck. You go along with it, letting out a sigh as you relax into the mattress and embrace, wrapping your legs around his waist, as he strokes your hair, his breathing slowing more and more.
Obi-Wan Kenobi: Obi-Wan had just come back from a mission. The first thing on his mind? You, the Council and a good, long warm bath. He steers his ship to the Temple, hopping out and treading to communicate his findings and results to the Masters. Once he was finished, he tiredly hopped back into his ship and navigated to your guys' house. He climbed out, pulled his hood down and took his robes off, hanging them on his lower arm. "Y\N? I'm back, princess." He calls, as he gazes around, wondering where you've gone. Until you came running from seemingly nowhere and jumping on him, yelling, "Obi!"
He grunts as the wind is knocked out of him, but instinctively wraps his arms tightly and securely around your waist, chuckling a bit as he presses a kiss to your forehead. "Hey." You kiss his cheek and then lips. "Come on, I've got a surprise for you!" You slid off of his body, and lead him to the kitchen, a meal you've cooked for him sitting on a plate, and he can see the steam wafting off of it. "And I'll get the bath running." You say, dashing off to turn on the faucet, applying slightly hot water, and ordering the shampoo, conditioner, body wash and even a bath bomb in order for him.
You come back out to see him damn near finished with the food and a loud laugh ripples through both of your throats at the sight of your faces. "The bath's running." You tell him, skipping to get behind him and rubbing his back soothingly, he groans and relaxes. He finishes the plate and lets you lead him into the water, undressing him slowly, and helping him in. "Come here." Obi-Wan smiles at you, his blue eyes almost pleading as he outstretching his hand to you. With a grin, you undress and hop in in front of him, and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against his warm chest as he pressed kisses to your neck and dabbed water on both of your bodies. "
Obi-Wan returned to you. Dejectedly walking into your shared home, his head hung low, his clothes dirty and his body shaking. "Obi?" You said, peeking out of the kitchen, when you saw his state, you realized he had done it. He killed Anakin, his brother. You rushed to his side, pulling him into a reassuring and firm hug. "You did what you could." You whispered, stroking his hair. "No...." He whispered back. "I failed him." You leaned back, taking his face into your hands, cupping it. "Anakin chose his path, and you chose yours. You did what you could. You taught him, you loved him. Do not let his mistakes shape you." Obi-Wan nodded, now hugging you back. Over the course of the last few months Obi-Wan spent in Coruscant, he seemed immensely depressed, despite showing some happiness, it was a faΓ§ade, you knew. Sure that no one else could see the hurt in his eyes, you would spend all day and all night holding him, reassuring him. You knew what it had done to him, killing Anakin, killing both a friend, family member and apprentice. It destroyed him. He had barely any will. That's what you never, ever would think possible. This kid, from Tatooine, whom Obi taught for ten continuous years would become the very thing he sought to destroy, sought to put an end to. Sure, it was a tragedy, a horrid thing to be alive to go through. And now? In the aftermath, Anakin dead, Padme dead, Sith rising, only two Jedi remaining and a destroyed Obi-Wan. You could even express how much it physically hurt you to see a man, the very same man you fell in love with and married, so burnt-out, depressed and just... broken, it wasn't the same. Nothing was. Except the same old lies he told you: "I'm fine, my love.", "I know I did all I could." or "I'm glad it's over. We can rebuild now." Because it was evident he was in pain, evident he wanted to go back, to die rather to live without his legacy. There were so many times where you heard him crying, sobbing himself to sleep because of the pain, as it was basically his only way of reacting to it. You stayed with him, hugging him, caressing him, holding him, telling him you loved him, it was going to get better and that the pain would fade. But you knew otherwise, you knew it was going to worsen more than ever, before it got any good. The way Obi-Wan looked at you when you both laid down in bed together, was one of love and sadness, but you knew it would be over, eventually.
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Kylo Ren: Once he closed the door behind him, coming into your shared home, he expected you to run over and hug him, as you always did... So, where were you? Kylo's eyes dart around in search of your reassuring face, but he couldn't find you. He calmly searches the bedroom and kitchen, his worry spiking, he calls out your name. "Y\N? Y\N, love, where are you?"
It was until he quieted himself could he hear the soft and broken sobs of yours in the bathroom. Immediately, Kylo ran to the bathroom, only to find the door locked. "Y\N?" He said, his ear touching the cold, painted exterior of the door. At first, you did not reply, and then when Kylo tried the doorknob again, you complied, reaching up to unlock it as he swung it open. "Y\N!" He looked down at you, your red and swollen eyes gazing down at the floor.
"My love, what is it?" Crouching down next to you, Kylo wrapped an arm around you. You sniffled before replying, "It was Hux, he yelled at me... I messed up, I misheard him. I didn't expect him to scream at me, I-I..." Kylo's eyes darkened. "General Hux?" He growled, he placed a protective kiss on your forehead and then a passionate and reassuring kiss on your lips before bolting out the door. Once he found Hux, he would make him wish he was never born.
Anakin had just come back from a particularly long mission, leading him to become even more clingy and protective of you. So, when you had been crying in the bedroom as he arrived, he was quick to press you for answers, needing to know who would have the heart, (and the balls), to hurt his precious angel. "What is it, sweetness? Talk to me." After a few sniffles and hiccups you speak, your voice cracking with the tears rapidly falling from your eyes. "Chancellor Palpatine... I don't know why.. he said that I-I would never amount to anything, as a Jedi or a person." At this, Anakin's eyes burned with rage. "When was this, angel?" He kept a honey-like tone, not wanting you to realize the hatred in his eyes at what had been said to you. "Earlier, at the Temple." You answer.
Nodding, Anakin presses a kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a few moments. "Wait for me, flower, okay?" He tells you, his tone a sweet, sugary comfort, as soft and comforting as silk. He strode for the door, his hand tight on his lightsaber as he went to confront Palpatine. Once he got back, he was sure to clean off anything that might give you a clue has to what he had done. "I'm back, sugar." Anakin announces, wrapping his arms around you securely, shielding you from the cold, outside world. All you needed was him, and all he needed was you. There was nothing that could stop this mutual connection.
Luke spent all day at the farm, he was busy with the starting of the harvest, driven to succeed and make enough this year so that you both can go to the Academy, just as Uncle Lars had promised. However, in the early dusk, once Uncle Lars had announced it was lights out, it seemed the dark had only allowed your tears to flow easier, much like the river. Despite your best efforts to quiet your sobs, to let it all out without a concern in the world, Luke picked up on the slow, melancholic noise. "Y\N? Babe?" He called carefully, his hand on the lightsaber on his hip, cautious and alert for any signs of surrounding or lurking danger. Once he spotted you, curled up, knees to your chest and head buried in between your crossed arms, he ran to you, panicked someone had hurt you. "Y\N? What happened? What's wrong?" Luke questioned, his voice hinting at fear.
You reluctantly lifted your head, after the attempts to wave him off, but he didn't budge. "It's nothing..." You try to assure him, but he wasn't having any of it. "Tell me, please?" He pleaded with you and you relented. "It was Cliegg, I overheard him saying that I was preventing you from working to your best ability on the farm." Luke paused, thinking of the best words to say in response to this stunning statement. He had no idea. He cupped your face in his palms, his crystal eyes sweeping your puffy, red and swollen teary eyes with fervor and sincerity. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and no, you are not preventing me from anything. I love you, okay? Who cares what he says?"
Being the Chosen One was not easy. Anakin always had to have top-notch training from the Temple and was expected to excel in everything to do with the Force and he did, but it was always so difficult to see himself where he was now versus when he was younger. Sometimes, when the two of you would lay awake at night, cuddled up in each others arms, the warmth radiating off of both of you pleasantly like a blanket, your hands caressing his mechanical arm, and his entangling in your hair, he would reminisce on his childhood.
More often than not, Anakin would speak of his late mother, and what she was like, because he despised the fact that you could never meet her. "She was the kind of person who almost always worried," He would say with a bitter chuckle. "Always gentle and extremely kind, no one deserved her at times. When Qui-Gon found me, I'm sure they had a conversation where she promised him over and over to guarantee my safety."
You listened with rapt attention as you always did, as these moments were intimate and somber. "She allowed me to chase my dream... but she never saw me actually achieve it, and she never got to see you. That hurts." He had to pause for a moment, tears beginning to burn and pool into his eyes, you instantly noticed this and moved to comfort and reassure him. You hated seeing Anakin cry. "Ani, please. She can see you from wherever she is now, and she is proud of you. She's proud of how far you've come and how much you've accomplished." You spoke softly, wiping away his tears with your thumbs as you cupped his face.
"She would've loved to meet you." He said sweetly, gazing into your eyes with an adoration too deep and so familiar to you that you weren't quite sure what the word to describe how it felt for you. Ani nodded at your words slowly, because knowing Shmi of course she would be happy and proud of him and what he's been through and fought. Anakin's done a lot of things in his life, but one of the best was meeting you, by the stroke of fate, of destiny, of whatever the hell it was, you two belonged together and it was a resounding feeling that always put him at ease. He knows so very well that his mother approves of you as much as he does.
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