⤷ Your last year of high school was meant to be about surviving exams and preparing for the future—not developing a hopeless crush on your classmate. The more time you spend with Anakin Skywalker, the harder it becomes to ignore the butterflies, the lingering eye contact, and the possibility that maybe… he's been looking your way too.
⤷ classmate!anakin x reader
⤷ fluff heh, modern au,high school crush typeshit, not proofread, 1k words
There was an unspoken rule you had made for yourself at the beginning of your last year of high school.
No crushes.
Senior year was supposed to be about getting good grades, surviving college applications, and making the most of the little time everyone had left together. Falling for someone was the last thing you needed.
That plan lasted exactly one week.
The first day of school arrived with the usual chaos—students wandering the hallways with crumpled schedules, teachers introducing themselves for what felt like the hundredth time, and classrooms filled with strangers who would somehow become familiar by June.
That's when you noticed him.
Anakin Skywalker.
You remember reading his name off the attendance sheet before the teacher called it aloud.
Funny name, you thought.
He sat near the back of the classroom, slouched comfortably in his chair as if he'd already decided school wasn't worth taking too seriously. Messy sandy-blond hair, headphones hanging around his neck, and the kind of confidence that usually belonged to the boys teachers warned about.
Definitely a troublemaker.
Or so you assumed.
The first week passed quickly.
The awkwardness of new classes slowly disappeared as conversations grew louder, inside jokes began forming, and friend groups naturally found each other. By the second week, everyone had unofficially claimed their usual seats despite the teacher insisting they were free to sit anywhere.
From across the room, you'd occasionally catch Anakin laughing with the people around him, usually because he'd said something ridiculous enough to make half the class groan and the other half laugh anyway.
He wasn't loud for attention.
He just... had a way of making people feel included.
Which was annoying.
Because it was harder to write him off as another cocky guy when you kept seeing him help someone understand the homework or carry a teacher's stack of textbooks without being asked.
Maybe you'd judged him too quickly.
Not that it mattered.
You weren't looking for a crush.
You barely thought about him.
At least...
That's what you kept telling yourself.
It happened when you looked back while the teacher was discussing something about research.
He was looking at you.
Your heart drops, and you quickly turn your head back to the front.
Holy fuck
--
"GET OUT OF MY HEAD OHMYGODDD" You scream into your pillow at night.
Walking to class tired, you tell yourself. Never let Anakin catch you looking.
It worked. Mostly.
Until your teacher decided to rearrange the seating chart.
Your new seat?
Sitting in the front. Next to Rex.
Anakin's best friend.
Rex was nice enough, but there was one tiny problem.
Anakin practically lived at his desk.
Every morning before the bell, he'd wander over, steal Rex's headphones, lean against your shared table while complaining about homework, or sit backwards in the empty chair beside him, one arm draped over the backrest like he had nowhere else to be.
Which meant...
He was suddenly always within arm's reach.
You could feel him there, talking, laughing, making jokes with Rex while your heartbeat tried to convince you it deserved its own zip code.
You became intensely interested in your notes.
Your water bottle.
The classroom clock.
Literally anything except looking at him.
"You're gonna burn a hole through that notebook."
You blinked.
Anakin was looking directly at you.
"Huh?"
"You've been staring at the same page for like... five minutes."
"Oh."
You glanced down. You'd written the date three times.
Heat rushed to your face."I was... thinking."
"Mhm." That stupid little grin appeared. "I can tell."
Butterflies.
Every.
Single.
Time.
--
The worst part wasn't that Anakin talked to you.
It was that he talked to everyone.
Held doors open without thinking.
Asked classmates how their badminton games had gone.
Carry a teacher's boxes without being asked.
He was just... naturally warm.
Which made it impossible to tell if you were special...
...or just another person he happened to be nice to.
Some days you'd catch him looking at you during class.
Your eyes would meet.
Neither of you would look away immediately.
Then someone would say his name, and the moment would disappear.
You replayed those three seconds on the way home for the rets of the day
"Maybe he likes me."
"No... he's just friendly."
You'd gone back and forth so many times you were exhausted by your own thoughts.
One morning, Rex was absent
When you walked into class, you expected to spend the day alone.
Instead...
Anakin dropped into Rex's chair.
"You mind?"
"...Isn't your seat over there?"
He shrugged. "I like this one better."
Your heart practically exploded.
The teacher hadn't arrived yet.
The room buzzed with conversations.
"So..." Anakin spun a pen between his fingers.
"Why do you avoid looking at me?"
Your eyes widened. "I don't."
"You do."
"I really don't."
"You do."
"...I don't."
"You just looked at the ceiling instead of making eye contact."
You immediately looked at him.
"There you go."
"...Happy?"
"Very."
You rolled your eyes, trying to hide your smile. "You're annoying."
"I've been told."
The teacher hadn't arrived yet. The room buzzed with conversations.
"So..." Anakin spun a pencil between his fingers.
You looked up.
"You always avoid looking at me?"
Your cheeks warmed instantly. "I don't."
"You do."
"I don't."
He laughed softly. "You just did it again."
You looked anywhere but his face.
The floor. The window. Your shoes.
"...See?" He smiled to himself.
"I was starting to think you didn't like me."
Your head snapped up so quickly you almost gave yourself whiplash.
"I don't not like you."
His grin grew.
"...Good."
Before you could think of something clever to say, the teacher walked in.
--
That night, you lay awake staring at your ceiling.
You still couldn't tell if Anakin Skywalker liked you...
Maybe...
Just maybe...
You weren't the only one stealing glances after all.
INSPIRED BY MY CURRENT LIFE. well,, the eye contact part heheh. So there's this guy in my class who is looking too gah dam good in my eyes, plus he's such a sweetheart too ughh. TSK ANYWAY. Life has been kicking me in the ass, so that's why I couldn't post last week, so so sorry about that. I was debating if I should make this a Hayden or anakin fic, but I settled with ani since ppl have been liking him or the characters that hayden played. I might post tomorrow though! I already have a plot in mind hehe. But then again, ani or hayden? idkkk.
edit: the guy has a girl.. so most likey I will not write a part 2 on this bruuhhh
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Note- Hi, its been a long time since I've written anything. I made this new blog just to put this here. Please be kind. This is just a cheesy Clone wars era Anakin x reader fic.
POV: You and Anakin are both Jedi fighting in the Clone Wars for the Republic. You've been friends for a few years now, and suddenly, start to get closer. This fic is SFW for now.
Word count: roughly 2000
(Chapter 2)
(Chapter 3)
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The temple is quiet, golden rays of the evening Coruscant sunset pouring through large hallway windows. After finishing a deep meditation session, you walk towards the hangar bay. Maybe in hopes to encounter your astromech droid and get to work on some after-hours repairs, but truthfully, your meditation session has you feeling too contemplative to focus on such a menial task. The war has been weighing on you, your purpose among the Jedi coming into your own question. Is this where you're meant to be?
Just then, you're knocked out of deep thought by running into a familiar face. Anakin.
Anakin tilts his head slightly, a half-smile tugging at his lips as his blue eyes meet yours. "Hey, (y/n), where have you been lately?" His arms cross and his weight shifts in a failed attempt to seem casual, hiding the warmth behind his words.
For a moment you're too caught-off-guard to speak, trying to collect yourself you ramble out a quick, "oh- I- y'know- missions." You look down and rub the back of your neck, clearly embarrassed by your inattention.
"Yeah?" He chuckles, "I can tell. You have that same tired look in your eyes that I get after too many missions. What's weighing on you?"
You smile at him, almost automatically. "That obvious, huh?"
He chuckles, lightheartedly, there's warmth in his tone, "C'mon, you know I can feel it. You try to hide behind that bright smile of yours, but I know you better than that."
"Always trying to use your Jedi intuition to get in my head, huh, Anakin?" You say with a teasing laugh, smiling up at him.
He smirks, a low chuckle slipping out as he straightens his posture slightly, his arms still crossed, "Maybe I am," his tone is playful, and there's that unmistakable glint in his eyes, half challenge and half amusement, "but you make it pretty easy y'know, you wear your thoughts like a holovid."
You laugh softly, shaking your head at him.
"Besides, it's not the Force giving you away," he grins, softer now, but with that same steady confidence in his voice, "I've just learned how to read you."
You smile at him with a small sigh of what almost seems like defeat.
Letting your facade fall, you speak softly, "I don't know. I feel somewhat lost amongst all this chaos lately- I dont think I need advice or help or anything like that right now-," you pause for a moment, breathing deeply, before continuing, "but maybe a distraction would be nice?"
You look up at him again, your eyes and voice full of earnestness and honesty, “What’re you doing right now?”
Anakin glances towards the hangar bay where the faint hum of starfighters echoes in the distance, “I was just working on my ship- again.” He chuckles lightly, “Can’t seem to leave her alone. There’s always some tuning to do, some adjustments to make.”
His gaze flicks back to you, “But if you need a distraction…” the mischief that always gleams in his expression returning, “...I could use some company. You know your way around a hydrospanner?”
Your face lights up with a smile, “I’m not much of an engineer but I’m always down to hangout with you in the bay.”
His grin widens, “That’s what I like to hear.” And you both start towards the hangar.
Anakin gestures for you to follow him to his starfighter, the steel hull gleaming under the soft bay lights. You lean against the hull as he begins rummaging through tools and parts before starting on his ship. He crouches beside the ship, opening a panel. His eyes narrow with focus and purpose, the way they always do when he’s building or tinkering with things.
“You need help?” You offer tentatively.
“Nah, you just being here makes it better.” He glances back at you for a moment, tools in hand, “Besides, I like the quiet company. It’s…” he turns back to the panel, “...different when you’re around. Calmer.”
He pauses, a faint smudge of grease streaking his cheek as he looks up at you again, “You ever notice how the hangar feels almost alive at night? The hum, the echoes—it’s like the whole place is breathing. Makes it easier to forget the rest of the galaxy for a while.”
You chuckle, “I don’t think anything on Coruscant truly ever sleeps...” you pause looking out towards the evening skyline, “...makes the rest of the galaxy seem so quiet.”
“You’re right,” he straightens, wiping grease onto his gloves before leaning back beside you on the hull, “this planet never stops moving- ships taking off, people shouting orders, droids whirring around. It’s like the whole place runs on restlessness.” Anakin lets out a low laugh, almost under his breath.
Your gaze doesn't break from the skyline past the hangar bay doors, “Sometimes I envy the quiet out there. The way the stars just… hang, untouched. No noise, no orders, no one trying to tell you what you’re supposed to be. Just you, and the silence.”
You look back towards him, meeting his eyes when he speaks softly, “I get that.” Anakin’s expression softens, his usual edge melting away as he looks at you. For a moment, the constant hum of the hangar seems to fade into the background. “But then again… maybe the noise isn’t so bad, as long as you’ve got someone to share it with.”
“Thanks for distracting me, Anakin, it’s really helping my head.” you confess, breaking eye contact for a moment.
“Hey… that means more than you know.” He gives you a small, almost shy smile- rare for him. “I don’t always feel like I do much good outside of a cockpit or a fight. So if just talking helps you, even a little… then I’m glad.”
He studies you for a moment, his voice gentler now, “You’ve got this light about you. Even when you don’t see it yourself, it’s there. Kind of makes it easier for me to breathe, too.” Then he chuckles, nudging you to lighten the moment. “Guess that makes us even then- helping each other’s brains out.”
Your cheeks warm with a soft pink blush and you giggle back at him. Anakin notices this, his grin deepening with that mischievous spark returning to his eyes. “What?” He laughs, tilting his head slightly, “Did I catch you off guard?”
You smile at him, “I never know what to expect with you, Anakin.”
He leans a little closer, lowering his voice teasingly. “You know, it’s kind of nice seeing you smile like that. The galaxy doesn’t give us many reasons to, lately.” His gaze lingers for a heartbeat too long before he looks away, moving to busy himself with a tool from the workbench.
“Anyway…” He clears his throat, trying to sound casual again, “…if you’re going to hang around, I might just have to show you how to actually use one of these hydrospanners. Think you can handle that?”
“Sure, why not?” you laugh, “I manage to keep up with most everything else you throw at me.”
Anakin laughs quietly, that warm, low sound that always carries a bit of disbelief and admiration. “Oh, I don’t doubt that for a second.” He steps closer, handing you the hydrospanner, his fingers brushing yours for just a moment.
“Alright, see this connector here?” He points toward a cluster of wires inside the open panel, “Just tighten it until you feel it catch—don’t force it. The ship’s temperamental, like her pilot.” He glances up at you, smirking.
You roll your eyes teasingly, before tightening the connector with a confident click from the part. You look back up at him, searching for approval in his expression.
He smiles, “You make it look easy. Maybe I should start worrying you'll replace me in the next flight rotation.”
You chuckle, standing before him, “Gods- you know I prefer it on the ground.” then grin cockily at him with a bold wink, “That doesn’t mean I couldn't though.”
Anakin laughs, the sound slipping out before he can stop himself. He shakes his head, a crooked grin spreading across his face as he leans an elbow on the ship’s hull. He chuckles softly, eyes glinting with playful challenge. “You’d fit right in with the pilots if you ever decided to change your mind. Maybe even give me a run for my credits.”
He steps a little closer, lowering his voice as though he’s sharing a secret, “But honestly? I kind of like that you’d rather stay grounded. There’s something… steady about you.”
You try to look away towards the skyline again, in hopes of hiding another deep blush. But the energy between you two is so captivating, you can barely break the eye contact.
He smirks again, trying to lighten the air before it gets too heavy. “Still, if you ever do decide to take the controls, I’ll be the first one in the co-pilot’s seat- just to make sure you don’t show me up too badly.”
You laugh heartily, rolling your eyes again, the teasing tone returning despite how flustered he made you just a moment prior. “How could I show up Thee Anakin Skywalker?”
Anakin puts a hand dramatically over his heart, pretending to look wounded. “Thee Anakin Skywalker, huh? Now that’s a title I could get used to.” He grins, but there’s a warmth behind the teasing- like he’s savoring the banter, just as you are.
He leans back against the starfighter, crossing his arms with that easy confidence of his, “Careful, though. Keep talking like that and people are gonna start thinking you actually like having me around.” He tilts his head, eyes catching yours with a playful spark.
“Hey, I do like having you around!” You say with a smile and a gentle nudge to his arm, almost hurt by the accusation that you wouldn’t. “I don't care what anyone says, you’re one of my favorite friends, just don't tell Ashoka…” You continue to beam at the thought of his Padawan, one of your dearest and closest friends. Anakin laughs softly when you nudge him, the sound genuine, almost boyish, “Oh, I’m definitely telling Ahsoka now.” He smirks, but the teasing doesn’t quite hide the warmth in his voice. “Though… I think she’d be glad to hear it. She’s always saying I need more friends who can tolerate me for more than five minutes.”
“And…” he bumps your shoulder lightly, “you’re one of my favorites too.”
“Besides,” he moves back to his toolbench, “if Ahsoka asks, I’ll just tell her we were- uh- discussing hydrospanner calibration techniques. Very serious Jedi business.”
You straighten your posture with a mocking salute, “Ah, yes- very serious Jedi business with General Skywalker, ofcourse.”
Anakin can’t help but laugh- a real, bright laugh that echoes off the steel bay walls. He mock-sighs, shaking his head as he watches your overly serious salute. “At ease, soldier.” He says it with a grin, “You’re going to make me sound like I actually know what I’m doing.”
You laugh, and step closer to him, “Are you busy the rest of the night?”
He glances toward the far end of the hangar, where the shadows stretch long across the floor. A few droids hum in the distance, but most of the base has quieted down. He shakes his head, turning back to you with a small grin, “Not unless you count pretending to do maintenance while avoiding my reports as ‘busy’.”
He leans a little closer, voice softer now, “Why? You have something in mind?”
Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x GN!reader (no pronouns, no Y/N and no descriptions of reader's appearance)
Genre: Fluff
Summary: In which Anakin's hair is getting longer and he can't wait to finally be knighted
Or,
in which Anakin's hair is getting longer and not knowing how you feel about it threatens to send him spiralling.
Warnings: None really, Anakin is his own warning and he's being a bit dramatic, brief mention of blood and minor wounds, grammatical and spelling errors
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“Your hair’s getting longer.”
It’s an innocent comment. An observation even. And yet, his heart still skips several beats.
“Do you like it?”
Your fingers leave burning warmth behind as you sweep some of the hair off his forehead before curling around the nape of his neck. It’s started to curl there, an almost-there brush against the very top of his back.
“Of course. You could be bald and I’d love you just the same.”
Anakin hopes you can’t hear the way his heart beats against his ribs, or the way his very soul thrums and sings at your promise. Warmth crawls up his chest, reddening the skin peaking up above the collar of his undertunic. He feels as though he’s melting under the weight of your love; of your eyes locked firmly on his face.
He almost demands that you swear it. The vibro-blade Rex got him almost shimmers under the soft pink sky. Anakin’s throat bobs as he swallows harshly. He feels as though he’s swallowed the deserts of Tatooine.
Would you do it if he asked?
He’d take care of you. It would barely hurt, just a slight sting. A phantom taste of copper coats his tongue.
You’d taste delicious.
He swallows again, but the sensation remains. It’s thirst, he realizes.
“I’ll have to cut it again soon.” Anakin mumbles, wholly captivated by your eyes on him. His padawan braid feels heavy as steel as it dangles from behind his ear. He’s never minded sticking to the regulations, having grown used to keeping his hair short and easily maintained as a child on Tatooine. But now? Knowing that you liked it longer?
He’d rather die than cut it again.
“Okay.”
Your hold on him tightens ever so slightly, a change in pressure so minute he can’t tell if he imagined it or not. A slight uptick of your brow furthers his confusion. From his place in your lap (from which he would never move if he was master of his own fate), he can’t see you as well as he wishes. A fair trade at the time, when your fingers corded through his hair gently, tracing his skin with a featherlight touch.
He wants to ask, if only to hear you speak, to have your attention be solely on him again, but the words cord together into barbed wire in his throat. His chest feels too tight and yet his heart clenches to the point of hollowness. The muscles in his back, his arms, his legs, start locking up at the uncertainty, nay, in preparation for what he knew (logically) that you’d never do, but others do so freely.
You know his weaknesses.
You know where he bleeds already, of where the barbs of others are lodged still.
To be known by another as you know him is euphoria and terror mixed together.
He knows you would never hurt him. You would never hurt anyone, not truly.
He knows that.
But it is a reaction he cannot stifle, a ghost he cannot shake. Even the mere thought of your laughter, of your judgemental stare is enough to bring tears to his eyes. You would never, but the thoughts remain.
They always do.
Shame threatens to consume him from the inside out. You, who touch him so tenderly, who love him despite his past, despite burning so bright others shy away, unknowing of the darkness warping his thoughts. Surely if you knew how the demons in his mind betrays you you’d recoil in disgust and he’d be banished from your side.
“Where have you gone?” Your voice cuts through his thoughts.
“Nowhere important, angel.”
Anakin pulls your hand on his chest up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on your palm. He hopes you can feel the apology he presses into your skin – the regret that oozes from his pores.
You hum and he can tell you don’t believe him. Not truly. But it’s not the lie you believe it to be. Truly, his struggles are inconsequential. They pale in comparison to his love for you, more like a buzzing gnat than overwhelming darkness. At least in your presence. Anakin would keep you far away from those parts of him; the ones warped and blackened with the flames of his past. He would have you see him as just Anakin, as the one who has made himself anew to love you the way you should. Who’s carved away the skin stained by ichor so that it never taints you.
“How long do we have until you’re needed back at the temple?”
You move your hand from his grasp so that you can press it against his cheekbones. Anakin chases after it with his own, slitting his fingers between yours in as close to a hold he can manage while pressing you closer. His eyes flutter shut under your warmth, your touch chasing away the insecurity that lingered in the shadows of his mind.
“Not long enough.” He muttered.
The sky grows darker with every passing moment. It’s taunting him.
“It never is.”
Your sigh breaks his heart.
“I’ll be a Knight soon and then we won’t have to sneak around like this anymore.” Anakin promises. And he means it.
He opens his eyes again to watch your lips curl into a smile. It makes him smile. happy that he’s soothed your worries, Anakin nuzzles closer to the hand on his face, pressing a couple more kisses to the fingers he can reach.
“I can’t wait.”
And as you lean down to (hopefully) kiss him properly, Anakin swears that as soon as he’s knighted, nothing will keep him from your side.
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You help ease Anakin's stress after a harrowing mission.
TW: fluff, smut, WE STAN ANAKIN SKYWALKER; Padmé doesn't exist, this is the AU where everything works out and everyone is happy. Except Palpatine. Fuck Palpatine.
It had been a tough mission. Successful, to be sure, but tough nonetheless. When Anakin finally dragged himself back to Coruscant and your shared palace after a month, he looked absolutely horrible. He was filthy, injured, and exhausted.
As soon as the door closed behind him, he was in your arms. "I missed you, my love."
You smiled into his chest. "No more than I missed you." You pulled back eventually, and took in his appearance the first time. Dark circles under his eyes, small cuts littering across his face and arms, where his robes had been ripped in several places, even to the point of missing a sleeve on his flesh arm. He looked the definition of "exhaustion."
"I need a bath." He interrupted your thoughts.
"Of course, love. I prepared one for you. Come on." You led him through the halls and the bedroom to your large, ornate bathroom. The tub was filled with warm water, and the room was gently lit with candles and a flicker or sunlight. Anakin sighed behind you, and dropped his head to your shoulder. "Maker, darling. You are too good to me."
"I don't think I'm good enough."
Anakin chuckled at this, shaking his head. You had been married long enough for him to know that you would always want to do more for him. He had come to accept it, even if he didn't agree with your "Anakin deserves the universe and more" philosophy. However, you thought that rather hypocritical, as he held the same philosophy about you.
"Come, my love. Let me help you." You reached for his cloak, unfastening it and tossing it to the side, where it fell down a chute into the laundry room of the palace. Carefully, you removed his lightsaber from his utility belt and placed it on a counter, followed by the belt itself. You would put them away later. Then, you focused on his other garments. Anakin simply stood and let you remove his clothing.
Gently, you pushed him back against a chair, making him sit so you could remove his lower garments and shoes. All went down the laundry chute. Including the boots.
Anakin gazed down at you as you removed his clothing gently. He was much too tired to say anything, but his eyes said everything his mouth couldn't.
When he was fully naked, you made him stand as you inspected his injuries. Dark bruises bloomed across his defined abdominal muscles and up across one pectoral, ending over his shoulder on his back. Another one started lower, on his hip near his Adonis belt and went down across his muscular legs. He hung his head as you inspected him.
"attansoortflonnd."
"What?"
"A transoorfelonme"
"Anakin, I can't understand you."
He sighed. " A transport fell on top of me."
"Anakin!"
"I'm sorry, princess. I tried to be careful."
"Oh, my precious Ani." You rested your head on his undamaged pectoral. "You must be in pain. Take your bath and come to bed. I'll heal you in the bedroom.'
One of the abilities your people, the Ohani, possessed was the ability to heal anything and anyone with a touch, hence why, since the Ohani alliance with the Republic, your people had become renown as doctors and healers, amongst many other things.
*an hour later*
You glanced up from your book as you heard the door to the bathroom open. A clean, but still injured, Anakin came out, hair curling in the humidity of the bathroom, towel slung low on his hips. You marked your place and set the book aside quickly, rising to meet him in the middle of the room.
You meant to guide him to the bed, but Anakin had other ideas. You reached for his arm, he reached for your waist and cheek, and pulled you into him. Before you could speak, his lips met yours in a sultry, sensual kiss that left you pliant and completely at the mercy of his every desire.
The world stopped and everything melted away. Although you were not Force sensitive, deriving your powers from another source, you could feel it. You could feel your husband's connection to the Force pulling you in, connecting you, accepting you, claiming you in reverence as its own even as Anakin himself did.
You could always feel it in those intimate moments with him. It was as if the Force was a sentient being of its own, unseen, unheard, but still present. An entity that existed solely to serve your husband. It was as if the lifeblood of the entire universe itself bowed at your feet in worship as Anakin did. It obeyed his every whim, and he commanded it to adore you, to protect you when he could not, to serve you. The feeling was immense, as if every time he touched you, every time he made love to you, all the universe bowed in reverence of your union.
But Anakin was the Chosen One. The Force obeyed him as its master, and he commanded it wholly.
All this passed through your mind as you relished the feeling of being his. You revelled in the knowledge that this man before you needed you more than the air he breathed, and this man; this beautiful deity of immeasurable power, would kneel at your feet again and again, finding pleasure in unraveling you, his wife.
Anakin broke the kiss to gaze at your face. "Are you with me, my love?"
You blinked at the sound of his voice. "Yes. Yes, I most certainly am."
You pulled him back to the bed, and turned him so he would sit on it.
"May I?" You touched his lower stomach and the edge of the towel, fingers slipping ever so slightly inside.
" Always."
You unclasped the towel and let it fall, pushing Anakin gently on the bed, where he turned to lay with his head in a pillow.
You smiled, leaning over him on the bed. You kissed him on his lips, before getting to work healing him.
You kissed up his chest from his abs, bruises disappearing as you did so. When you finished at his shoulder, you turned to suck one into the sweet spot underneath his ear, to the side of his neck. Anakin moaned, arching slightly into you, but wincing as it applied pressure to his other bruise.
"Shhhhh, relax, darling. Let me heal you." You slid down his nude form until you reached his calf where the bruise started ( or ended; it was hard to tell). Lifting his leg ever so gently, you kissed up the inside of his calf, watching his eyes flutter closed in pleasure as you did so.
You kissed up his lower body, purposely ignoring his now rock-hard cock, and stayed at his waistline to lick at his Adonis belt. Anakin moaned loudly at this. He loved it when you played with the defined muscles of his torso. He was especially proud of them (and you thought they were especially delicious).
After what seemed to Anakin like hours of licking and nipping his body, you finally licked one long stripe up his flushed dick. He almost screamed. His back arched so fast you swore it almost snapped. He cried your name as he gripped the sheets of the bed. Oh, you had missed this.
Without hesitation, you deepthroated him. You watched the muscles in his arms and stomach snap tight. Oh, they were so lovely. It was truly a beautiful sight, this angel of a man spread out on your bed in complete submission, whining, moaning, chest heaving as he fought to control his release.
You took your mouth off of him for a split second before beginning your next assault on your poor victim. Head bobbing up and down, tongue kitten licking up the underside, sucking on his purple-flushed head, tonguing his glans, before slightly tracing the prominent veins of his dick with your tongue, all the while using your fingers to play with the pretty little slit in the tip of his perfect cock.
"Oh, Ani. You're so perfect. So, so beautiful." Anakin only moaned louder at your words. Yep, he definitely had a praise kink. Yes, he looked beautiful writhing in pleasure, but you wanted him to cum. You needed him to cum.
"Ani? Ani, baby, please cum. Cum for me? Would you? I want to taste you so bad. It's been so long. Come on, Ani."
Well, who was he to deny anything his princess desired? Especially when she begged him so sweetly. Deepthroating him once again, you hollowed your cheeks and reached one hand down to play with his balls.
Anakin arched off the bed, gasping your name as his warm release rushed down your throat. His hands tangled so tightly in the sheets that you were sure he would tear them. Oh well. They were just sheets anyway. This, this was worth everything. Watching this powerful being come undone by you alone was a privilege you treasured more than anything else.
Anakin came down from his high, whining slightly and gasping for breath. After a short period, he came back to his senses slightly. "Oh, my love." He reached for you, and you quickly moved into his arms.
Anakin held you close, catching his breath, fingers tracing your body like a beautiful statue or work of art.
"Oh, darling. You have no idea how much I needed that. How much I needed you."
"Well, if your moans were any indication; you desperately needed a release."
Anakin kissed your forehead. "I can sense your exhaustion. I was going to return the favor, but I'll wait until morning. If I can." he added with a wink. You giggled, snuggling closer to him. "Thank you, Ani. I am so tired."
"Here." He pulled one of your legs over his hip. "Let me help you relax a bit." His hand slipped the bottom of your satin nightgown up over your waist, his eyes darkening when he realized you wore no underwear. "Oh darling. You're making it very hard to wait until morning."
You leaned in for another kiss. "I'm sorry..."
Anakin kissed you back as he slip his mechanical hand between your legs, beginning to gently toy with your clit. In minutes, he had you wet enough to plunge two fingers lazily in and out of your cunt, creating just enough friction to feel wonderful, and relax you immensely.
Within 20 minutes, you were asleep, Anakin's fingers still in your pussy. When he realized that you were asleep, Anakin gently removed them, and licked them clean, savoring your taste. He kissed your forehead one last time before surrendering to sleep himself.
Staring into Anakin's eyes is the surest way to give in to him.
TW: Fluff, maybe some suggestive stuff. Very very slight angst, angst with a happy ending; the beginning of your relationship. WE STAN ANAKIN SKYWALKER; Padmé doesn't exist, this is the AU where everything works out and everyone is happy. Except Palpatine. Fuck Palpatine.
He was staring at you again. Staring with those big, blue, whipped shelter puppy eyes that just made you need to surrender to his every whim. And he kriffing knew it.
The fading light of the sun shone across Alanis, the capital planet of your parent's empire, bathing both you and Anakin in a soft light. But no beauty of nature could hide the ugly, heartbreaking truth of your conversation.
"Ani, how would this work? The Republic is on the brink of war. You're a Jedi; you're going to be dragged into it and given some command post. My kingdom is so far outside your galaxy; how would we ever see each other?"
Anakin shook his head as he reached for you. "I don't know, I- I don't. All I know is that I need you more than the air I breathe. I can't live without you. I need to be bound to you in every way possible. I-I desperately need to entwine my soul with yours and tangle it so tightly that we can never be untangled."
You moved away from his grasp, facing the balcony as he continued.
"Not being with you; it's pure agony." His eyes watered, tears threatening to spill.
"Anakin, please stop. Think of what you have to lose. If you were ever to be caught, your whole life would be over. You would be thrown out of the Jedi order, disgraced, and everything you've dreamed about and trained for your whole life would be for naught."
He stepped closer to you. "Anything I would lose is nothing compared to the thought of losing you. If I lose you, I lose everything. The universe is huge; I can replace my life. I can't replace you."
You could hear his sniffles as he tried to keep from crying. You could hear the tremble in his voice as he spoke. "If you are suffering as much as me, please, tell me! What can I do? I will do whatever you ask."
You, too were crying as you turned suddenly to face him. "Then for the love of the universe, Ani, think of yourself!"
"I am." He stepped closer.
"You are so young! You have so much life ahead of you. You can't throw it away for something so worthless!"
Anakin reached you, and gently lifted your chin with his hand. "How could you even insinuate that you are worthless?"
"No, Ani, I meant this. This infatuation. What if you wake up one morning in a year and change your mind-"
"I won't."
"But what if you do, Ani? What if you're caught and this is all you have?"
"It would be enough."
"No, Anakin, listen to me. What if you wake up, and this infatuation is over. You've lost everything. What if-" Your voice quivered and quieted, ending in a whisper. "What if-"
Anakin's eyes lit with instant understanding. "What if I begin to resent you. Is that it?"
You nodded as tears began flowing again. "What if you hate me, Ani?" You whispered. "What if you hate me? I couldn't live with the knowledge that the one person I love hated m-me."
Anakin sank to his knees before you, grasping your hips; the last light of the sun shining on his face in the exact angle that made his eyes shine.
"I could never hate you. The very thought is unfathomable to me. But, if it will quiet your doubts, I will swear. I swear to you that I will love you completely, wholeheartedly, for eternity. I swear that in this life and the next, I will be yours; mind, body, and soul."
Gently, so very gently, he kissed your lower stomach. "I swear to adore you beyond the grave, into death and all through our lives."
"Anakin..." You breathed. You pulled him to his feet, grasping his face and gazing back into his glistening eyes once more before kissing him passionately. He smiled into the kiss as he returned every ounce of fervor you gave him.
Once you both pulled away to breathe, he rested his forehead on yours, eyes closed, voice a whisper.
"You own my very soul, and I cannot be free of your hold over me. And, as the stars are my witness, I pray I never am."
