Strangers in Naboo. (distant lovers) ִֶָ🪽་༘
contains; fluff, kissing, use of star wars language (ignore typos.)
ᥬꫂ᭪݁ summary— michael jackson, jedi knight and your bodyguard. you both have had your moments together, quiet laughs and even quieter looks. due to the code, michael isn't allowed to date, nor see you as anything else, but that doesn't mean he couldn't bond with you.
the pairing ꫂ᭪݁. ( princess y/n x jedi knight michael ). star wars x michael jackson? ummm yeah I think I'll write this. now ofc you can imagine any era for michael (i'm not picky!!) but y'all know I love off the wall, so imma imagine this one. also, some stuff may not be accurate to star wars so calm down and dont beat my ass this was just a fun idea...also idrgaf!
contains; force bonding (if you're not a sw fan then look it up lol, to me it's just like astral projection so yah!)
The palace was quieter in the mornings, a perfect way to wake up. Not silent but softened, as if the stone walls were still waking up. The warm light rays poured over through the tall balcony doors, it spread across where you and Michael lay.
Both of you, together in your suite like nothing, as if you both weren't two important figures in the council. Side by side, with a bunch of scattered old holos resting between you. You both lay comfortable, Michael watched you with a small smile as you looked over his photos. His robe fit him with a quiet elegance . A cream-colored tunic sat beneath the rich brown tabards that crossed neatly over his chest, secured at the waist by a weathered leather belt carrying only the essentials he needed.
Nearby, a handful of smooth marbles floated in the air, moving around. They drifted lazily in a slow circle above his hand, turning and weaving around each other.
You turn your head to look, "You learn that at the temple?"
"Hm?" Michael asks, coming out of his thoughts.
"The marbles," you gently point your finger over.
His eyes flicked to the marbles, a soft smile formed, "Didn't realize it." With the slightest movements of his fingers, the marbles shifted direction. One move around but this time with a slower rhythm. "Just comes naturally."
"Show off," you say lightly hitting his shoulder with no real force behind it. Your head then gently rests against the back of the board. "Wish I could," you mumble to yourself. Michael catches the marbles in his hand as they dropped and looks over. "Many of my family are able to, nothing with me however."
"I believe most can, take your hand out."
You look at him, "That's not how it works, at least that's from what I remember."
Michael gave you a face before smiling, "Cmon, just take your hand out."
You took your hand out and he placed a few in your palm. "Just relax, meditate on it." You huff a small breath through your nose, trying to focus as the cool marbles sit still against your skin.
“The Force isn’t really something you ‘do’,” he says. “It’s more like… something you let happen.” You glance up slightly. He’s still looking at your hand.
“It’s in everything,” he continues. “Every living thing. The air, the ground, the space between things. Most people just… ignore it. They don’t listen to it.”
He shifts a little closer, close enough that his presence feels focused. You could smell a slight hint of his earthy sweet scent. You didn't mind Michael being this close, he was your guard after all.
“When I was younger,” he says, “Bill told me I was Force sensitive. Said I didn’t have to reach for it like everyone else did. Said it was already reaching back to me."
Michael went quiet before talking again, “Maybe it saw what I went through with my father, and decided I needed something to keep me from breaking," he said quietly, as if remembering something. “No matter what, I stayed the same. Gentle with everything. And somehow… it felt like it was gentle with me back in return.”
As he talked, you felt a small shift in your hand. You lightly sat up, "Did you just see that?" You glanced up to see Michael smiling, "Okay now you're just playing with me."
"I didn't do anything," he said chuckling.
"Did too," you rolled your eyes, but then your voice softened. “But… I didn’t know it was that bad with your father. You keep a lot of stuff inside Michael," you paused. “Don’t do that with me. I’m not saying you have to talk about everything… but you don’t have to burry it away either.”
Michael replied low, “I try not to… but you don’t need to hear that from me. You’ve got enough dealing with the council already." His eyes then go to you, you look back into his brown doe eyes.
"Well, i'm never too busy for you Michael," you replied softly.
You loved Michael, deeply, he was such a gentle soul to you. Always doing his duty, and protecting the city from attacks. You then lift one of the images with a quiet laugh, tilting it slightly as you studied it. “Hm… when did you get this photo taken?” you asked, amused.
Michael leaned in beside you, his shoulder brushing yours as he looked at it, his expression shifted as he pondered on the date. “Hm,” he said softly, “Maybe three years ago. Quincy had it taken.”
He let out a quiet breath as the holo flickered in your hand, the faint glow of it reflecting across both of your faces. You both sat quietly together not speaking for a bit, you still watched the marble in your hand. Then he shifted slightly closer as he studied the image again. “I forgot that one existed,” he admitted under his breath, almost like he was talking to himself more than you.
Your eyes glanced at him, he seemed saddened. His eyes low, but still tried to reflect a small bit of hope of something.
You nudged his shoulder lightly with yours. “You had that many awkward phases?” you teased, trying to ease up the moment.
His mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile. “I was training,” he said, mockingly.
“That explains everything, actually,” you replied, and that finally pulled a small laugh from him. “You look different now,” you added after a beat, softer this time.
Michael glanced at you then, blinking once, like he wasn’t expecting the shift. “Do I? Is that bad?" he asked, there was something almost shy in it, like he wasn’t sure if he should be.
"No of course not, just something i've noticed. You seem more serious in some cases, you soften up when you're around me." Michael hums quietly, as if he failed to realize, but he did. A small part of him noticed.
"You are my peace, Princess" he says quietly to you. "I enjoy spending time with you, more than I should."
Your heart flutters slightly, the words slipped so easily from him. Before you could reply, Quincy comes walking through the room. Michael turns his head sitting up quickly.
"Your Highness," he says bowing respectfully. His eyes glanced over to Michael and then back at you.
You sit up from the seat and nod at him, "No need Quincy, you know this," you say with a light smile. Quincy was like family, formalities didn't need to be given.
He sits back up with a small smile on his face, "Just the proper thang to do. I'll be needing Michael for a few, training and then we're off."
Michael shifted beside you, standing at that, "Off to where?"
"Dagobah, so make sure to put your hood up."
A small part of you saddened, you didn't want Michael to leave yet. Especially after what he said, you are my peace. Michael has been your guard for awhile, and every time you both were together, it was a feeling slowly manifesting into the air. Michael did more than just protect you, he'd get you anything you want. Whenever he was sent on duty to other planets, he always came back with something for you, like it was second nature. A small smooth stone warmed by some distant sun, a pressed flower he swore looked like the ones in your palace gardens, or even a simple piece of jewelry from a little shack tucked away in some quiet corner of a market.
Anything, just things that made him think of you.
People saw it, but no one ever said a word. They didn’t have to. It was obvious in the way he stayed just a little too close to you, in the way your eyes always found him first in a room full of people. Still, neither of you said anything.
Nothing could happen. You both knew that, and that made it worse.
Spending time together always felt like hidden dates. He took you to the in town just to get something but of course that didn't work, you were the princess. Eyes were always on you and Michael. Michael had a few stares from others too, of course, he was very handsome and one of the best knights in training. He could be a master if he wanted too, but he simply kept himself by your side.
"Of course Master Quincy," you nod to him.
Your eyes then drifted to Michael, "Train good," you added quietly to him. Your eyes flickered over him, a slight plead in your eyes meaning, be careful.
Michael notices it, the small hesitation in your eyes. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything. Then he steps closer, gently taking your hand before you can fully pull away. His grip is light, steady, familiar in a way he doesn’t acknowledge. He then brings your hand to his lips and presses a brief, quiet kiss against it.
“I’ll bring you back something, as always,” he said quietly. "Anything specific you would like?"
You hum for a moment, pretending to think. "Something pretty," you reply with a small smile. "Oh… perhaps a snack. Then we can share it when you get back." The last part comes out almost like a question, hopeful despite yourself.
Michael tilts his head ever so slightly. "Something sweet?" he asks. "Or savory?"
"Michael," Quincy calls calmly from behind him.
"Just a second, Quincy," Michael replies softly before turning his attention back to you. His brows lift ever so slightly, patiently waiting for your answer.
You smile, unable to hide the amusement in your eyes. "Surprise me, Michael."
For a brief moment, neither of you says anything. You simply look at one another, the silence comfortable.
Then you give him a small nod. "You should go."
A shy smile finds its way onto Michael's face, soft enough that it almost disappears as quickly as it came. "I will," he says quietly. He lingers for just a heartbeat longer before reluctantly turning away to join Quincy, stealing one last glance over his shoulder before the two of them disappear down the path.
The two continued down the long corridor, their boots echoing softly against the polished stone floor.
Something sweet… and savory? Michael wondered to himself. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Dagobah wasn't exactly known for its food. If anything, it was known for the opposite. Simple meals and strict discipline. Sometimes there were foraged roots, bitter herbs, or swamp-grown fungi Quincy deemed safe enough to prepare over a small flame. He never liked it, it was always too...bland. But the taste was never the point. Discipline was. Long days of training that left little room for indulgence.
Still, he found himself genuinely thinking about it.
His thoughts lingered there a moment longer before Quincy's voice gently pulled him back.
“Real close you got there, Michael,” He said it as if a line was about to be crossed, but not flat out saying it.
Michael kept his eyes forward, already knowing where this conversation was going. His hands stayed loosely folded as he walked. “Nonsense,” he said quietly. "I just kissed her hand, a simple gesture."
Quincy let out a low breath, almost amused. “Nothing is simple between you and her. Who you fooling Mike? I’ve known you too long for that.” He shook his head slightly. “And Bill’s told me enough about you too. It’s never simple with you.”
Michael clenched his jaw before relaxing it. Sometimes being a Jedi felt like the worst thing ever. The code spoke of selflessness, of peace, of letting go of, never holding on too tightly to anything or anyone.
“I’m aware of the circumstances,” he said at last, his voice calm, but quieter than before. “But…Is it wrong to have a friend?”
Michael stopped walking for a moment, and so did Quincy. “And I mean truly have one,” he added. “Not something that needs analyzing every time I speak. Not something that becomes everyone’s concern the moment I do.”
Quincy was quiet for a beat. “Just be mindful, Michael,” he said at last, his eyes turned forward as he walked again. His tone stayed calm, but there was weight behind it. “That’s all I’m asking.”
Another moment passed before he continued. “You’re closer to her than you used to be,” he added quietly. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”
Michael exhaled quietly, his irritation showing through. He finally glanced over at Quincy, steps slowed near the end of the hall. The ship waited just outside, visible through the open archway ahead. “Your lack of faith disturbs me, Quincy,” he said gently, though there was no real bite to it. “I know my place as a Jedi here.”
And with that, he thought all about you, all day. Even during training, he was still thinking. Every clash of sabers felt more harsher as he fought. He shifted his weight, deflecting another strike, stepping back just enough to reset his stance. The rhythm of the fight came easily to him, but his focus still didn’t stay where it should. It kept slipping, just slightly toward everything he wasn’t supposed to be thinking about.
He gripped harder on the saber, dodging attacks and moving his feet.
Fight for her, he thought to himself. Focus.
Quincy held his stance for a moment longer, then let out a quiet breath. “I could leave you here to train more, but we both know that won’t help whatever’s going on in your head.”
“When you’re out there fighting and you get distracted, the only one you’ll end up angry at is yourself,” Quincy said calmly. “And she’ll end up needing someone else to protect her.”
Michael's jaw tightened slightly, the muscle there holding firm as if he was restraining a reaction he refused to let surface.
“If you’re going to stay by her side… do it properly.” Quincy said. He then deactivated his saber, the hum fading into silence as he clipped it back to his belt.
“Let’s go,” he said simply. Michael didn't respond, but just followed him quietly.
It was awhile before Michael came back. Your own duties consisted of meetings and long talks. You were flown to Coruscant in a matter of seconds in the starship, if only the meetings went by that fast. Coruscant had a way of draining every ounce of energy from you, its endless debates and towering skylines leaving little room to breathe.
Just before boarding the starship, you stopped at a small little store. Something caught your eye, a small carved animal, made from the finest wood. You stop in your tracks, Michael would like that. You walked up, "Excuse me?" you asked the person. She looked up from her stall, and the moment her eyes landed on you, a smile spread across her face. You were the princess from Naboo. Your white drapes and jeweled hair made you very distinguishable.
"How much?" you asked her.
"Please take however many, no pay needed" she says nodding to you.
"I don't mind paying, i'll take just one please."
She nods to you, and wraps the gift carefully in a brown linen fabric. "Please come back and visit us Princess" she smiles to you.
You give her a small smile and nod, "Of course I will."
The woman let out a quiet chuckle. "And next time…" she said with a knowing grin, "bring that handsome guard of yours, too."
Your cheeks warmed just a little. "Michael?" you asked, trying your best to sound innocent. She simply smiled wider, as if the answer had been obvious all along. You let out a genuine laugh at that. You then reached in your coin purse and gave her 200 credits. You looked down at the little parcel in your hands before glancing back up with a quiet smile.
"Seems like everyone likes us together," you murmured.
By the time you got back, the evening settled over the city. The day's meetings had left you drained. Quickly, you were guided back into your room, a familiar space that never stressed you, but instead welcomed you. You nod to the guard and closed the doors.
You let out a quiet sigh, to yourself, "Always something," you muttered.
A shower, with warm water and your favorite soap. That's what you needed. After your shower you slipped on something lighter and looser, a pale blue silk nightgown. It was light enough to catch the evening breeze drifting through the open balcony doors.
You then lay back against your bed, the sheets pulled loosely over your frame, listening to the distant hum of speeders drifting through the balcony. Every so often, your eyes wandered toward them. The skyline hadn't changed. The lights still burned across the city. The trees below still swayed in the same slow rhythm. You weren't sure why you kept looking. Maybe because some part of you expected to see him standing there. Every toss and turn left a new outline in your bed. You were tired, and well alone, and sleep wasn't easing into you..
I miss Michael, you thought to yourself.
You missed him standing by your side, just talking to you. You closed your eyes, willing your thoughts to settle, but they always found their way back to him. He's been gone before but this time it felt worse.
Far away, the swamp had grown quiet by nightfall. Outside the hut, insects hummed through the thick air as mist rolled lazily over the dark water. Inside, Michael sat cross-legged on the worn wooden floor, the only light coming from a small lantern flickering in the corner. He rested his hands against his knees and closed his eyes, drawing in a slow breath. He had an easy feeling when meditating he always did, until something changed.
A feeling brushed against his consciousness so gently he almost mistook it for the wind. It wasn't fear, it wasn't a type of danger, but a feeling of longing. He kept his eyes closed, trying to figure it out, this feeling wasn't his. The sensation only grew stronger, pulling at him with quiet insistence. Somewhere, impossibly far away, someone else was reaching too… without even knowing it. Just on the other side of the Galaxy, was his name being called, oh so gently.
A quiet plea, not in words but in deep feeling.
"Show me," Michael says under his breath. Then a scene appeared in front of him, you in your bed, sheets pulled over your figure. His eyes widened at the sight, and for a moment he simply stood there. Cautiously, he tried taking a step forward.
To his surprise…he could.
This wasn't just a normal mediation, Michael couldn't appear in scenes like this. His cloak swept quietly across the floor as he moved, every step feeling impossibly real despite knowing his body still rested in meditation on Dagobah.
A Force bond. The realization settled over him almost gently. It was something he had searched for long before he ever met you. As a boy, he had wondered if such a connection was even possible, two souls meeting through the Force alone. He had tried by himself at his home and times during meditation. But every attempt ended the same way. The connection never held, fading before he could truly grasp it. He had eventually stopped searching. Then he met you, y/n.
Not the princess everyone bowed to, just you. He thought of afternoons on Naboo, far from the palace walls, where duty seemed to disappear for a little while. You never hurried through the gardens. You always stopped to admire the smallest things, a family of fambaas grazing in the distance, bright winged birds weaving between the trees, and tiny creatures hiding beneath the wildflowers. You greeted every living thing with the same warmth you offered everyone else, as though the Force flowed through all of them equally.
"Michael, look at this!" you called to him happily.
Michael smiled to himself before quickening his pace after you. "Careful, Princess. I don't want you to fa—"
His warning was cut short as the toe of his boot caught on a hidden root. Before he could catch himself, he stumbled forward, instinct taking over. His arms wrapped securely around your waist, pulling you close to shield you from the fall. The two of you tumbled together down the gentle hillside, grass brushing against your clothes as laughter and surprised yelps escaped between each roll.
You had landed on top of Michael, your hands resting lightly against his chest. Some of his hair stuck across his forehead, and his eyes, big and brown with surprise met yours. His heart pounded beneath your hands.
"Princess i'm so sorry about that," he stuttered out. He was still trying to catch his breath from the moment. "I didn't mean for that to happen, I-"
Embarrassed, that's what he felt.
His hands, settled above your waist, unknowing. Oh for sure he was going to get in trouble or perhaps a scolding. You stared at him for only a second before a laugh escaped you. Soon you were laughing so hard you could barely breathe.
"Don't be so uptight Mikey."
Michael blinked, watching you with a grin that slowly spread across his face. You called him, Mikey. You gave him a cute nickname. Before long, he let out a soft laugh, and he was laughing too.
Michael had started to fall in love. Not because you were a princess, and not just because of your beauty either, though it was noticeable every time he saw you. But because every time he was with you, all the distant burdens that had fallen on him, slowly started slipping off. He didn't feel the need to be uptight, nor ignore his feelings. You had simply been kind. You listened when he spoke, laughed when he teased, and somehow made the silence between conversations feel just as meaningful as the words themselves.
Little by little, without either of you realizing it, something deeper had begun to take shape beneath every shared glance, every quiet conversation, every goodbye that lingered a second too long. The Force had been listening. It wasn't meditation that had completed the bond nor the training, but it was the trust that you both left each other.
Michael stepped closer to the bed, his presence soft just as his steps. His gaze laid on you for a moment longer than necessary, something quiet and unspoken settling behind his eyes. Slowly, he lifted a hand, letting his fingers hover just before brushing your cheekbone, careful, like he wasn’t fully certain how he was allowed to be there.
"I miss you too," he said softly.
You heard it, your eyes fluttered open.
And there he was. "Michael," you said immediately, sitting up, confusion breaking through your sleep. How was it that you were just missing him and here he is? You didn't hear him come in or anything.
"You came back, how did you get—"
He gave a small, almost apologetic smile, cutting in gently before the thought could fully form. "I’m on Dagobah. I’m meditating."
Your expression shifted, the confusion deepening, "So… you aren’t really here?" You sat up quietly.
"No," he said softly. Then, after a pause, more carefully, "But it’s not your imagination either. I was able to force bond, with you."
"Force bond, that’s… a Jedi thing," you said quietly. "Isn’t it? This kind of connection."
His gaze didn’t leave you, he nods. "No one else knows I’m here like this. Not even Quincy." He then gently sits down on your side, not too close. "So for now…" his voice lowered slightly, steadier now, "We just have a moment."
A small smile shifted against your lips, "Well i'm glad you came to see me," you reply tiredly.
Michael's eyes glance over you face, "Tired Princess?" he asks you.
You shrug lightly with a small smile, "Maybe."
"Well, perhaps I should leave you be," Michael says tilting his head.
"Perhaps you should not," you say sitting up more. "Maybe you should tell me all about Dagobah. I'm curious."
Michael smiled faintly, relaxing a little as he spoke. “Well the planet isn't so bad, very quiet, lots of plants and water. However the food here isn’t exactly great,” he admitted. "Unless you’re a Gungan. They mostly live off plants… and slimy beetles." His face immediately twisted just slightly at the thought, a quiet look of disgust breaking through, "I don’t recommend it," he added, glancing at you like he was making sure you were absolutely aware of that part.
You gave a chuckle, "Don't worry, I don't plan on it. You should hurry up and come back to Naboo, better food." Michael nods at that, you weren't lying. He loved the Naboo bread the Braised Shaak Roast.
"Some nice roast, some warm Naboo bread," you teased to him.
He rolled his eyes at you, of course you'd tease him on that. His eyes then landed back on you, you stare back looking. There goes that feeling again. Your eyes glanced over his a little too long, tracing him without meaning to. Slowly, you bit lightly at the inside of your lip, like you were trying to hold something back.
"I got you a gift while I was on Coruscant," you then say.
Michael brows arched at you, "Oh did you?" he says with a low smile. "You didn't have to."
"I know." You smiled shyly, looking down for a moment before meeting his eyes again. "But you're always bringing me something... and I wanted to do the same for you." Your fingers smoothed the edge of the blanket beside you.
"I can't tell you what it is, though," you added with a small grin. "You'll have to come back to see."
A warm laugh escaped him. "Of course," he said, his smile lingering. "Now you've made me curious Princess." His eyes stayed on yours for another moment, softened by the thought that, while you were on another planet, you'd found something that made you think of him. "I'll be looking forward to it."
You hummed, "And next time you need to come with me to Coruscant. The woman who gave it to me… she told me to bring my handsome guard next time."
Michael felt a restrained smile tugging at the corner of his mouth., "Handsome huh?"
"Don't get a big head....big head," you roll your eyes. You then let out a quiet sigh to yourself, feeling a cold feeling form in your chest.
Michael's face softend at your words, he knew what you meant. Both of you, together, far far away. He nodded slightly. “I wish too,” he admitted. “I hate it. I should be able to be with whoever I want.”
A thought then came to him, “Maybe we should just… sneak around and do so,” he said testing the idea aloud.
Your expression shifted instantly, concern breaking through the softness. "It’s risky, Michael, I don’t want you getting in trouble." Your hand moved carefully to his, fingers brushing against his. “You’ve worked so hard.”
His fingers closed around yours, gently tangling between them. His eyes look up to you, “I know,” he said low. “I know you don’t want that."
You slowly blinked at him, you then looked down to your hand. Both of your fingers still touching. "We must have a strong bond if I can feel you like you’re really here." He squeezed your hand lightly and smiled.
"And, no one knows you're here right?" you asked him again. Michael shook his head, "No one."
You hum softly, you then leaned closer to him. "Then no one should know I've kissed you right?"
His eyes widened just a fraction, a flicker of happiness mixed with temptation crossing his face. His attention dropped to your lips, still mauve tinted from your lip makeup. "Y/n..." he said your name quiet.
"Right?'' you asked him quietly.
He gently nibbled at his lip, as you slowly crawled up to him. You leaned over, lips close to his own.
"Right," he says quietly, his eyes focused low on you. He lets you come close to him, then he comes close to himself. The lights from the city reflect through windows, focusing on the both of you.
The first touch is barely there, lips grazing against each other, breaths shared, neither of you committing fully yet.
"Please Princess," he says quietly. He leaned in slow, lips gently brushing against your own. You didn't fully lean in to the kiss yet, just gently touching your lips against his.
"I think of this all the time," he says quietly, breathing slow. "Me too Michael," and with that, you both leaned into the kiss.
Your mouths meet in a teasing press, lips parting just enough for the tip of his tongue to flick against yours, before pulling back. He chases the contact, brushing his mouth over yours again, lighter and then firmer. Michael let out a quiet plead against your lips. As he kissed you, he felt himself slowly breaking from the mediation.
He parts from the kiss slowly, "I think Quincy is coming back." He said disappointingly.
You sit back, still biting over your own lips. Great going Quincy, you thought to yourself, but you smiled lightly. "Well, not like we were doing nothing bad so, you can go ahead."
But before Michael said anything, you gave him another soft slow kiss. "I'll be here when you get back."
"Oh... I know," he replied. "It seems you can’t stay far from me… and I can’t stay far from you." A brief pause settled between you before he spoke again, more gently this time.
And just like that, he was gone. The faint impression in your bed slowly lifted, the fabric settling back into place as if he had never been there at all. Only thing that served as evidence for him being there was that faint sweet, earthy scent that seemed to stay in the air, and the warmth that tingled across your lips.
author's note۶ৎ , story inspired by the song distant lovers - marvin gaye
knowing how michael loved sci fi I had to write something about it cuz whattttt ugh das my man fr. let him cosplay anakin and me as padme bc we like that fr. will not be adding the star wars tag bc some fans be just deadass miserable and ion feel like arguing with nobody.
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