Cigarettes After Fanfics

hi, i’m cas multi-fandom writing blog

i write:

• oneshots • headcanons • angst, comfort, and everything in between • and whatever pops up in my brain

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✧ fandoms ✧

• star wars • avatar 2009 + atwow + afaa • harry potter

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likes/comments/reblogs on any posts are greatly appreciated and lets me know what type of content you guys like. 

requests: open

warnings: some NSFW, some SFW

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a/n: lmk if we like this type of content. Idk if you can tell but Anakin is my favorite hehehe. 

note: I will be updating this list whenever I have a new headcannon, i'll also be taking suggestions.

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SFW: 

Anakin Skywalker is the type of man to find you immediately in any room.

If you were to call him saying you felt scared or uncomfortable, Anakin’s the type to show up and beat the shit out of whoever makes you feel that way. 

He plans out cute dates whenever the council gives him free time in between missions.

Anakin constantly steals your food, but he makes it up to you.

He makes strong eye contact across the room from you.

He likes knowing that he can identify your feelings through the force. 

He gets jealous VERY easily.

If there was a baby crying, Anakin Skywalker would be the reason it's crying. He is not good with kids. 

When he has nightmares and wakes up drenched in sweat, all he wants to do is cuddle you.

NSFW: 

Anakin Skywalker is very fucking horny.

Anakin Skywalker is the type of man to talk you through it, no matter the time, nor the place. 

This man prides himself on seeing how you get off to him talking

He’s a SLOPPY pussy eater. He loves seeing your dripping juices fall from his mouth.

He definitely has a hands/choking kink, he loves grabbing you by the neck, pinning your hands and arms above you, and having you suck on his fingers to taste yourself. 

He is very touchy, always has his arm snaked around your waist, or secret touches when nobody is watching.

Two words for you; angry sex. 

He is typically dominant, but loves when you take control. It really riles him up. 

pairing: CW! Captain Rex x reader word count: 2k warnings: fluff, clones being clones, awkward situations, flirting, mild language

summary: 

Anakin and Fives have seen the way you and the captain look at each other, so they decide to give you both a little nudge in the right direction.

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a/n:  first time writing about the clones, kinda nervy. I just love the 501st. Also a little bit of a longer fic, so lmk how you guys like it!

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When the 501st told Captain Rex to meet them at 79’s at exactly 9pm, he knew something was up.  

Not only were his brothers so insistent on the time, but it was odd because they would always arrive together.  

So when Fives told him to bring his own speeder, he was a little skeptical.  

79’s was always busy.  

Packed wall to wall with clones during their breaks in between missions and whatnot.  

As soon as Rex walked in, he spotted his brothers at the usual table—but this time, they had a guest.  

The only type of girls that went into 79’s were usually there for a fun time with a clone.  

Most of them hoping the lucky trooper had some kind of army or bondage related kink.  

So seeing a girl that looked so…  

Normal.  

Pure, almost.  

Sitting there awkwardly, like she didn’t belong in a place like this—  

Yeah. That caught his attention.  

“Hey Cap, over here!” Fives called out, practically flagging him down in the middle of the bar.  

Subtle.  

Real subtle.  

Rex made his way over, already knowing he was going to regret this.  

He was used to Fives’ antics, but he didn’t expect the entire 501st—and Anakin Skywalker—to be in on it this time.  

That alone made him cautious.  

Dangerously cautious.  

And yet…  

His eyes flickered back to you.  

You sat there, hands folded in your lap for a second before fidgeting with the edge of the table, clearly unsure of what to do with yourself.  

Kriff.  

You looked… nervous.  

“What is a girl like you doing at a clone’s bar?” he found himself thinking.  

—  

You, on the other hand, were questioning every life decision that led you to this exact moment.  

Because how in the kriff did you end up here?  

It all started back in the hangar.  

You worked as a mechanic—the head mechanic, to be specific.  

You grew up around Anakin, and it was his—and Plo Koon’s—input that got you the job on the main hangar.  

Living practically in the hangar itself, you saw clones pass by all the time.  

You grew to form friendships with quite a few of them.  

Most memorably, Commander Wolffe, Commander Cody…  

…and Fives.  

Which, in hindsight, was probably your first mistake.  

The only reason you even agreed to go out tonight was because Fives told you he had a specific friend he wanted you to meet.  

You should’ve known.  

Unknowingly to you, Anakin had noticed the way your eyes lingered just a little too long whenever his Captain stopped by.  

And Fives?  

Fives had heard the way Rex talked about you when he thought no one was paying attention.  

How highly he thought of you.  

How you were “different.”  

Yeah.  

They definitely set this up.  

—  

Anakin tapped your shoulder as he stood up from his seat beside you.  

“Y/n, this is Rex—my Captain and right hand man… but you already knew that.”  

Oh you were going to kill him.  

Actually kill him.  

Right here.  

In front of everyone.  

You forced a smile anyway.  

“Hi.”  

Real smooth.  

Meanwhile, you could see Fives and Cody practically shoving Rex forward before quickly joining the rest of the group.  

Cowards.  

“First round of drinks on me tonight, boys!” Anakin shouted, already walking off.  

Traitor.  

And just like that—  

You were alone.  

With him.  

—  

Silence.  

Oh this was bad.  

You looked at him.  

He looked at you.  

Then you both looked literally anywhere else.  

Stars, this was awkward.  

Rex cleared his throat first.  

“So…”  

Great start.  

“Yeah, so…”  

Even better.  

You mentally slapped yourself.  

Rex rubbed the back of his neck, glancing over at the 501st—who were very obviously watching.  

You followed his gaze.  

They weren’t even trying to hide it.  

Fives was leaned forward like this was the most entertaining thing he had ever seen.  

Cody had his arms crossed, pretending not to care.  

Anakin?  

Oh, he looked way too proud of himself.  

You narrowed your eyes.  

“Oh, they’re dead,” you muttered.  

Rex huffed out a quiet laugh.  

“They’ve been dead,” he said. “I just haven’t decided how yet.”  

That made you smile.  

“You didn’t know about this either?”  

“No.”  

A pause.  

“I had a feeling something was off, but… not this.”  

You laughed softly.  

“Yeah, same. Fives told me I was meeting a ‘friend.’”  

Rex shook his head.  

“That sounds like him.”  

—  

A drink suddenly appeared in front of you.  

You both looked up to see a clone standing there.  

“Courtesy of the boys,” he said, nodding toward the table before walking off.  

You stared at the drink.  

Then at Rex.  

“Are we being supervised?”  

“Absolutely,” he said.  

You picked up the glass anyway.  

“Well… might as well make them regret it.”  

Rex smirked slightly at that.  

—  

Conversation started slow.  

Awkward at first.  

You talked about the hangar, your work, the chaos of keeping ships running.  

He listened.  

Actually listened.  

Asked questions.  

Real ones.  

Not the polite kind people asked just to fill silence.  

And slowly…  

The awkwardness faded.  

“So you basically keep us alive,” he said at one point.  

You shrugged.  

“Someone has to fix your reckless flying.”  

“That’s Skywalker.”  

“Uh huh.”  

He smiled into his drink.  

—  

At some point, you forgot they were watching.  

Until—  

“Ten credits says he messes this up.”  

Your head snapped toward the 501st.  

Fives.  

Of course it was Fives.  

“Excuse me?” you called out.  

He raised his hands.  

“Just saying, Captain’s not exactly smooth.”  

Rex stood halfway up.  

“Fives—”  

“Sit,” you said, grabbing his wrist again.  

There it was again.  

That pause.  

That moment.  

You let go slower this time.  

Fives leaned over to another trooper.  

“See? I told you.”  

“Oh my—” you groaned, dropping your head into your hand.  

“I am so sorry,” Rex muttered.  

You looked back up at him.  

“…don’t be.”  

A small smile.  

“They’re kind of entertaining.”  

Rex blinked.  

“…you’re kidding.”  

“Nope.”  

You leaned in slightly.  

“I’ve seen worse in the hangar.”  

That got him to laugh again.  

—  

Time passed without you noticing.  

The music got louder.  

The crowd shifted.  

But your focus stayed right there.  

On him.  

“You’re different than I expected,” he admitted quietly.  

You tilted your head.  

“Oh? And what did you expect?”  

“I don’t know,” he said honestly.  

“But not this.”  

“Good or bad?”  

He met your eyes.  

“Good.”  

—  

There it was.  

That shift.  

The moment things stopped being just a setup.  

—  

Eventually, you stood.  

“I should probably head back,” you said.  

Early shift.  

Reality.  

All that fun stuff.  

Rex stood immediately.  

“I’ll walk you out.”  

Of course he would.  

—  

The second you stepped outside, the noise of 79’s faded behind you.  

Cool air.  

Quiet.  

Just the two of you.  

For real this time.  

“No audience,” you said.  

“Finally,” he muttered.  

A small silence settled.  

Not awkward.  

Just… calm.  

“I’m glad they did this,” he said after a moment.  

You looked at him.  

“You are?”  

“I didn’t think I would be.”  

A pause.  

“But… yeah.”  

You smiled softly.  

“Me too.”  

Another pause.  

Longer this time.  

He shifted slightly.  

“Can I… see you again?”  

There it was.  

Straightforward.  

Very Rex.  

You smiled.  

“I’d like that.”  

Relief flickered across his face—subtle, but there.  

—  

And then—  

A loud cheer erupted from inside 79’s.  

You both froze.  

“No way,” you said.  

“They followed us out here?”  

Rex pinched the bridge of his nose.  

“I’m going to kill them.”  

You laughed.  

“Wait—”  

You leaned past him slightly.  

Sure enough—  

A group of clones were pressed up against the window.  

Watching.  

Grinning.  

Fives waved.  

You waved back.  

“Oh they’re never letting this go,” Rex muttered.  

“Probably not.”  

You stepped back slightly.  

“Well… goodnight, Captain.”  

“Goodnight,” he said.  

You turned to leave—  

Then paused.  

Looked back.  

“…Rex.”  

He looked up.  

“Next time?”  

You smirked slightly.  

“Maybe we pick the place.”  

A small smile tugged at his lips.  

“I’d like that.”  

—  

Yeah.  

Definitely not part of the plan.  

This may be for a future fic, and my genuine curosity.

pairing: CW! anakin x reader, CW! Obi-wan Kenobi x Satine Kryze word count: 1k Warnings: one bed trope, slow burn, fake dating, mild language, flirting, tension, forced proximity, slightly suggestive (if you squint)

summary: 

With the growing threat of death-watch, two jedi are sent to Mandalore. And somehow that becomes your problem.

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a/n:  hi guys, I had an idea for this fic, but its kinda long so i’ll be turning it into a series so stay tuned. 

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masterlist  →

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When Satine mentioned two Jedi would be staying on Mandalore to help protect—and hopefully eliminate—the local threat of Death Watch, you didn’t expect their arrival to be so… discreet.  

Typical welcomes in Mandalore were huge celebrations. Citizens filled the streets, excited to greet visitors.  

But this time?  

Nothing.  

No grand festival.  

No cheering crowds.  

No excited children running through the streets.  

Just a lone ship arriving quietly at the docks.  

So much for the Grand Republic.  

Satine’s main guard stood with you, but other than that, security was minimal.  

The doors slid open.  

Two Jedi stepped out.  

The first—you recognized immediately as Obi-Wan Kenobi.  

As Satine’s right hand and close acquaintance, you had heard plenty about him.  

She denied any attraction—but she always got this look in her eyes whenever she spoke about him.  

Soft.  

Far away.  

Poor girl was in love and didn’t know how to act.  

And sure enough—  

The second he stepped out, her face flushed a bright red.  

Oh, you were definitely teasing her about that later.  

But what really intrigued you—  

Was the second Jedi.  

He was tall—around 6’2 if you had to guess.  

Dark brown hair, striking blue eyes, and a look on his face that was both confident and… something else.  

Something intense.  

And the second your eyes met—  

He smirked.  

Oh kriff.  

If this man had an ego bigger than what was in his pants, you swore you’d commit an extensive list of war crimes.  

You were kidding.  

…mostly.  

He walked straight up to you, taking your hand gently and lifting it toward his lips.  

“And Obi-Wan failed to mention a lovely woman like you would be here,” he said smoothly.  

“What’s your name?”  

“Me?” you blinked. “I’m Y/n L/n.”  

The look on your face had to have been ridiculous, because you could’ve sworn you saw Satine giggling out of the corner of your eye.  

“Hmm… Y/n,” he repeated, like he liked the way it sounded.  

“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”  

You felt your face warm.  

Oh, he was one of those.  

“Oh—and I’m Anakin Skywalker. Jedi Knight, at your service.”  

Smooth.  

A little cheesy—but smooth.  

“Well, nice to meet you, Skywalker,” you said, trying to hide your blush.  

“Do you greet all diplomats like that, or am I just special?”  

His grin widened.  

“Only the important ones.”  

Oh.  

You were going to have fun with this.  

Obi-Wan Kenobi cleared his throat.  

“Anakin, are you done flirting so we can be briefed?”  

“Why yes, Master,” Anakin replied easily, not even looking at him.  

“As long as you’re done fixing your hair to impress your girlfriend.”  

“Anakin—she is not my—never mind.”  

You bit back a laugh as Obi-Wan hurried ahead.  

You stepped beside Satine Kryze as the Jedi followed behind.  

“So?” she nudged you. “What do you think?”  

“He’s… interesting,” you admitted, glancing back for half a second—  

Only to find him already looking at you.  

You quickly looked away.  

“Not like anyone I’ve seen on Mandalore.”  

“I noticed,” she teased.  

“Oh relax,” you muttered. “I just met him.”  

“You were blushing.”  

“Satine—”  

“You had that look.”  

“Say one more thing and I’m bringing up you and Kenobi.”  

She went quiet instantly.  

“Exactly.”  

—  

Once inside the palace, Satine slipped into her usual composure, launching into a detailed explanation of the Death Watch threat.  

“Essentially, you will both pose as civilians,” she said.  

“Blend in. Learn the city. Gather information.”  

You leaned slightly against the table.  

“Subtlety is key,” you added.  

“This is a long-term operation,” Satine continued.  

“The citizens must believe you truly belong here.”  

“Which means we can’t be seen with you too often,” you added.  

“Unless…” Satine said.  

You frowned.  

“Unless?”  

She smiled.  

Oh no.  

“I didn’t tell Y/n this part,” she said, clearly amused.  

“So this will be a surprise.”  

You already didn’t like it.  

“You will be posing as our partners.”  

Silence.  

“Romantic partners.”  

You blinked.  

“Excuse me?”  

Obi-Wan stepped in smoothly.  

“Anakin, Y/n—you’ll be acting as a couple. Try not to kill each other.”  

“Oh, it won’t be a problem,” Anakin said, draping his arm around your shoulders.  

Oh.  

Oh kriff.  

Why was it suddenly so hot in here?  

“And I’m sure you and Satine won’t have any issues pretending either, Master.”  

Obi-Wan looked like he regretted everything.  

—  

“Right,” Satine clapped lightly.  

“Let’s get you settled.”  

She grabbed Obi-Wan’s arm and dragged him off—slightly too eagerly.  

You raised a brow.  

Subtle.  

“Well,” you muttered, grabbing Anakin’s arm, “that leaves us.”  

“Hey—hey,” he laughed as you pulled him along.  

“No need to drag me.”  

You opened your door.  

“So I guess we’ll be staying together. For authenticity.”  

“And because Satine would rather have twenty billion conference rooms than extra bedrooms.”  

“If you annoy me, you’re sleeping in one of them.”  

“Yes ma’am,” he smirked. “I’ll try not to annoy you too much.”  

His laugh was annoyingly contagious.  

“And I don’t have an extra bed or couch, so I can take the chair—”  

“No.”  

He said it instantly.  

“You’re not sleeping in a chair.”  

“Anakin, you’re my guest—”  

“The bed’s big enough,” he said, softer now.  

“That is… if you don’t mind sharing.”  

You didn’t.  

“That’s fine with me.”  

—  

When you walked out of the bathroom—  

He was shirtless.  

On your bed.  

Shirtless.  

You paused.  

“Hey… um, the bathroom’s free,” you said, sitting on the opposite side.  

He didn’t move.  

Just stared.  

“You look really pretty,” he said quietly.  

Oh.  

“Thank you… my nightgown kinda matches your eyes.”  

You winced internally.  

“You noticed my eye color?”  

“Maybe,” you shrugged.  

“I happen to like your eyes.”  

—  

Later, you both laid in bed.  

Careful.  

Not touching.  

Trying not to be awkward.  

Failing.  

—  

“Why are you all the way over there?” he asked.  

You shifted a little closer.  

Still not touching.  

—  

Time passed.  

Sleep didn’t come.  

—  

“Psst… Anakin?”  

He turned over, clearly half-asleep.  

“What?”  

“I can’t sleep.”  

A quiet sigh left him.  

“Oh, come here.”  

He pulled you closer, your head resting against his chest.  

His heartbeat was steady.  

Calming.  

His hand traced slow circles against your arm.  

You didn’t question it.  

Didn’t move.  

Didn’t think.  

—  

And just like that—  

You fell asleep.  

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pairing: CW! anakin x reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings:  angst, jealously, emotional tension, Rush Clovis (yes he gets his own warning bc ew), force bond, slight violence

summary: 

During a mission, Anakin was taken captive as leverage by the banking clans. Now you had a choice: never see Anakin again, or go on a date with Senator Rush Clovis.

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a/n: kriff I hate Rush Clovis. His face just looks so punchable, and Anakin knows a lot about that.

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“Well this is…um… lovely.” You stared off into the distance, avoiding the gaze of the man sitting across from you.

You had to keep reminding yourself—this is for Anakin. This is for Anakin.

Truthfully, the thought of Senator Rush Clovis irked your soul. Never in your life did you think you’d end up on a date with him.

“Nothing compares to the beauty of you, my dear,” Clovis smirked.

Did he actually think that worked?

You forced a smile.

“Oh my… I’m flattered, Clovis.”

Internally, you were seconds away from slamming your head into the nearest wall.

That delusion fed his ego.

“How come someone like you isn’t already taken?” he continued, leaning back like he already knew the answer he wanted.

“Excuse me? Taken?” Your face twisted for half a second before you fixed it.

“You know… off the market. Spoken for.”

Bold of him to assume you weren’t.

Oh right. Jedi Code.

“Well, as Jedi we live by a strict code. No attachments,” you said, almost rehearsed. “Besides… I haven’t found the one.”

The lie tasted bitter.

Because you had.

And right now, he was somewhere alone. Chained.

Feeling everything.

—

The Force shifted.

Violently.

Anakin froze.

It was you.

Not just your presence—your emotions.

Forced calm. Discomfort. Something tight in your chest you were trying so hard to hide.

His jaw clenched.

—

Clovis leaned forward again, resting his arms on the table.

“You don’t strike me as someone who follows rules very well,” he said, voice lower now.

You let out a small laugh. “You’d be surprised.”

“No,” he hummed, eyes dragging over you. “I don’t think I would.”

You swallowed.

Anything for Anakin.

—

Miles away, Anakin’s grip tightened around the edge of the metal table he was shackled to.

He could feel it.

The way your heart picked up. The way your body tensed.

He didn’t need to see it to know—

Clovis was too close.

—

“You’re quiet,” Clovis said, standing now.

Too close.

Always too close.

“I’m just thinking,” you replied carefully.

“About me, I hope.”

You didn’t answer.

You couldn’t.

Because the truth was—

You were thinking about him.

—

Anakin exhaled sharply through his nose.

He almost laughed. Bitter.

Because he knew.

He could feel it.

You weren’t his—not publicly, not technically—

But through the Force?

You were his.

And someone else had their hands on you.

—

Clovis reached for your arm, pulling you up with him.

Reluctantly, you stood.

He was taller than you.

Not as tall as Anakin—no one ever was—but close enough to make you uneasy.

“You know,” Clovis said softly, stepping closer, “attachments aren’t always such a bad thing.”

His hand slid up your arm.

Too slow. Too intentional.

Your stomach twisted.

—

Anakin felt it.

Every second of it.

His hands curled into fists so tight his knuckles went white.

The metal restraints creaked under the pressure.

The battle droids stationed around the room shifted slightly, optics flickering toward him.

“Subject agitated.”

He didn’t respond.

—

“So tell me,” Clovis continued, lifting his hand to your cheek, forcing your face toward his. “Would you feel anything if I did this…?”

Your breath hitched.

Everything in you screamed to move—

But you didn’t.

You couldn’t.

For him.

—

The Force snapped.

Anakin surged forward, the restraints yanking tight as the table screeched against the floor.

The droids raised their blasters instantly.

“Remain still.”

He didn’t even look at them.

All he felt was you.

Your fear. Your hesitation. His hand on your face—

—

You pulled away.

Instinct.

Fast enough to stop it.

But not fast enough.

The impact came suddenly.

Sharp.

Your head snapped slightly to the side as Clovis’ hand struck your cheek.

“Oh—my apologies,” he said quickly, almost too quickly. “Reflex.”

Reflex.

Right.

You stepped back, heart racing, cheek burning.

“I’m fine,” you muttered. “It’s… getting late anyway.”

—

Anakin went still.

Dead still.

Because he felt it.

The hit.

Like it landed on him.

Something dark twisted in his chest.

If he was free—

Clovis would already be dead.

—

“Perhaps we should finalize the arrangement,” Clovis said, straightening his jacket like nothing had happened.

You nodded quickly. “Yes. That would be… best.”

Anything to end this.

—

The next room felt colder.

More official.

Like a transaction.

Not a date.

Never a date.

—

Moments later—

“Release authorized.”

The restraints around Anakin unlocked with a sharp click.

He didn’t move at first.

Just breathed.

—

Then the doors slid open—

And in stepped Rex and Fives.

“General,” Rex said, already moving toward him.

Fives glanced at the droids, then back at Anakin. “We’re here to escort you out, sir.”

—

Across the room—

You stood beside Clovis.

Waiting.

Trying not to feel anything.

Failing.

—

Anakin saw you.

And that was it.

He moved instantly—

Only to be caught halfway by Rex and Fives grabbing onto him.

“Easy, General,” Rex muttered.

“Sir, not here,” Fives added lowly.

“He touched her,” Anakin snapped. “I felt it.”

Neither of them argued.

They knew.

They all knew.

—

Your eyes met his.

Everything else faded.

—

You took a step forward.

So did he—before Rex tightened his grip again.

“Later,” Rex said quietly.

Anakin didn’t look away from you.

Not once.

—

“Pleasure doing business with you,” Clovis said smugly.

Anakin’s expression darkened instantly.

Fives tightened his hold. “Yeah… we’re leaving.”

—

Rex stepped between you and Clovis without a word.

“General,” he said softly to you, nodding toward the exit.

You walked toward Anakin.

Slowly.

Carefully.

—

Close enough to feel him again without the Force.

—

The doors slid shut behind you.

Silence.

Finally.

—

The moment you were alone—

Anakin grabbed your wrist.

“Did he hurt you?”

Low. Controlled. Barely.

—

“I’m fine—”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“I felt it.”

—

“You think I wanted that?” you snapped.

“I did that for you.”

—

“You let him get that close.”

“You think I had a choice?”

“Your life was on the line, Anakin.”

—

“I would’ve gotten out.”

“At what cost?”

—

Silence.

—

“I felt everything,” he said again.

“The fear. The way you froze.”

His voice dropped.

“When he hit you.”

—

You stilled.

“Oh.”

—

“I couldn’t do anything,” he admitted.

“That’s what’s killing me.”

—

Your anger softened.

“Anakin…”

—

“I don’t like someone else touching what’s mine.”

—

“You don’t own me.”

“I know.”

“But that doesn’t stop me from feeling like I do.”

—

“You felt me too, didn’t you?”

He didn’t answer.

He didn’t have to.

—

“I never chose him,” you whispered.

“Not for a second.”

—

That was it.

—

His hand moved to your jaw.

Gentler now.

—

“You better not have,” he murmured.

—

You let out a small breath.

“The Code…”

You started—

Then stopped.

—

Because suddenly—

It didn’t matter.

—

Not after this. Not after him.

—

“I don’t care,” you said quietly.

—

His expression shifted.

—

“I don’t care about the Code when it comes to you.”

—

The Force between you surged.

Stronger than before.

Unrestrained.

—

And this time—

Neither of you held back.

—

He kissed you.

Not hesitant.

Not careful.

Like everything he couldn’t say.

Like everything he felt.

—

And you kissed him back just as hard.

—

Consequences be damned.

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pairing: CW! anakin x reader word count: 1.1k warnings: use of y/n, mild angst, sickness, confessions, near death experiences, fluff, newfound relationship in the making

Y/n - your name

L/n - last name

Kriff - the f-word 

summary: 

The blue shadow virus has contaminated Dr. Vindi’s lab on Naboo. Trapped, contaminated, and with no cure, the truth finally slips out. 

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a/n: first post…hope you guys like it.. I was rewatching Clone Wars and was really inspired by the blue virus episode.

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The realization hit you like a freight train.

You were trapped. Contaminated. And more than likely going to die.

Looking around at your squadron and the dimly lit lab, pity seeped across your face.

You stopped the spread of the horrid blue shadow virus… but at what cost?

“Hey, hey, hey—”

Anakin’s voice pulled you back. He walked over quickly, movements tense, controlled.

He looked exhausted. On edge. But he was trying—trying to keep it together. For you.

“Hm?”

You found yourself drifting closer to him without thinking.

A little too close to be proper. Not close enough for anyone to question it.

Not that anyone would notice.

They were all too busy dying.

“Don’t worry, L/N. We’re getting out of here…” he said, pausing slightly. “I promise.”

You caught it—the hesitation. The doubt.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Skywalker,” you teased softly, trying to lighten the suffocating weight in the room.

But your expression faltered anyway.

“But… in all seriousness… Anakin—”

His name felt strange on your tongue.

Too intimate. Too real.

Something in his expression shifted the second you said it.

“Talk to me, y/n,” he murmured, guiding you gently by the arm to sit. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

His attention was entirely on you.

Not the virus. Not the mission.

Just you.

“Do you think Obi-Wan and Ahsoka will make it in time?” you asked quietly. “Or should I just… expect to die here?”

Your voice darkened at the end, betraying you.

“I… don’t know.”

It was honest. Too honest.

Something flickered across your face—fear, realization, something heavier.

“Then there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

You searched his face, waiting for any sign to stop.

There was none.

Instead, he tilted your chin up just slightly, forcing your eyes to meet his.

“Go on,” he said softly. “I’m listening.”

Your thoughts tangled together.

“I just— I don’t want things to change between us. Not that it matters, because we might not even make it out of here, and I just… I don’t want to die wondering what could’ve been, and—”

“Hey, hey—”

He grabbed your hand, thumb brushing slow circles against your skin.

“Breathe.”

You tried.

You really did.

But before you could finish—

“I’m in love with you.”

The words hit harder than anything else in the room.

Blunt. Immediate.

Irreversible.

You froze.

“I’ve loved you for years,” Anakin continued, voice quieter now but no less intense. “Since Naboo. Since the day they paired us together.”

He let out a shaky breath.

“It kills me every day knowing I can’t act on it. That I have to pretend this—” his hand tightened around yours, “—isn’t everything to me.”

Your heart ached.

“The Jedi Code…” he laughed bitterly. “No attachments. No feelings. As if that was ever going to stop me from loving you.”

You didn’t even realize you were holding your breath until you spoke.

“Kriff the Jedi Code.”

His eyes snapped back to yours.

“What the Council doesn’t know won’t hurt them,” you whispered. “If anything… this—us—it makes us stronger.”

Your voice softened.

“I love you too, Anakin. I always have.”

The words felt like freedom.

Like finally breathing after being underwater too long.

“Do you mean that?” he asked, standing now, stepping closer.

“Would I ever lie to you, Skyguy?”

That was all it took.

The space between you disappeared.

The kiss was soft at first—hesitant.

Then desperate.

Like neither of you knew how much time you had left.

Like you were trying to memorize each other before it was too late.

If you were going to die— this was how you wanted to go.

Together.

Your comms crackled suddenly.

You pulled apart just enough to hear—

“Come in. Anakin? y/n? Can anyone hear me?”

Ahsoka.

Relief hit you both at once.

Then Obi-Wan’s voice followed.

“We’ve acquired the cure. We’re sending it through the ventilation system now—it should neutralize the airborne virus. Hold on just a little longer.”

A breath you didn’t realize you were holding escaped your lungs.

Around you, the 501st battalion stirred—relief spreading, quiet applause breaking out.

You were going to live.

“About kriffing time.”

Both of you turned.

Rex stood a few steps away, arms crossed, clearly having seen far more than either of you would’ve liked.

“It only took you both almost dying to figure it out,” he added, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Your face warmed instantly.

Anakin scoffed. “Don’t you have something better to do, Captain?”

Rex smirked. “Just making sure my Generals are finally on the same page.”

Before anything else could be said—

The doors slid open fully.

“Honestly,” Obi-Wan’s voice echoed in, calm as ever, “I leave you two alone for one mission—”

You and Anakin separated instantly.

Like nothing had happened.

Like everything hadn’t just changed.

Medical teams rushed in, guiding the battalion out quickly and efficiently.

“Easy now,” one of them said, already ushering you toward a stretcher.

“I can walk—”

“You’re still contaminated. Protocol.”

You didn’t argue.

The moment you were laid back, the reality hit all over again.

The virus. The confession. Him.

You turned your head slightly—

Anakin was being guided onto a stretcher beside yours.

For a second, your eyes met.

Too much was said in that one look.

Too much that couldn’t be said out loud.

Not here.

Not with Obi-Wan only a few steps away.

His expression softened—just barely.

But his hand twitched at his side.

Like he wanted to reach for you.

Like he knew he couldn’t.

“…reckless,” Obi-Wan was saying somewhere nearby. “…both of you.”

Neither of you responded.

You just looked away.

Back to being Generals. Back to being nothing more.

But as they lifted the stretchers and carried you out—

Your hand shifted slightly over the edge.

And for the briefest moment—

His brushed against yours.

Quick. Subtle.

Hidden.

But enough.

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