#anakin fluff

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Obi-Wan is by far the most relaxed when it comes to jealousy issues. He has no issues with you talking to a stranger, or having a friendly chat with a colleague, or going out to an event with a friend; those are all normal interactions, and he's happy you have a flourishing social life. Still, if you get too comfortable with someone, he's irked. He doesn't mean to be, Jedi are above petty emotions like that, surely, but he doesn't like that he can clearly sense romantic intentions aimed at you and he can do nothing but watch.

He's not the type for open conflict; besides, he doesn't have much right to be upset. Still, if you're attuned to his moods, you'll notice the slight strain in his smile right away. Luckily, he's easily reassured. He trusts you completely, after all.

"I could tell I was overreacting, which is precisely why I did not mean to bring it up. I trust you. ..Still, thank you for reassuring me. You know how emotions are."

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Maul's abandonment issues stem from actual experience and aching loneliness rather than simple possessiveness. He's used to being alone, and has only gotten used to being around you, with you, that the sudden fear of losing you and returning to solitude has him near paralysed. He respects you too much to confront you, but seeing you get along so well with one of the Mandalorian mercenaries he pays has him in a bad mood. He sulks and gets more closed off, subconsciously choosing to abandon before he's abandoned.

"I am faring all right. There's no need to be worried. No, I am not upset. There is nothing we need to talk about. Go on, instead go and talk to your admirer."

He's pouting. He'd rather die than ask for it, but he needs reassurance badly. Once you mention you have no interest in anyone other than him, he's quickly soothed again and forgives almost immediately, nearly dizzy with relief.

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Darth Vader, unlike Anakin, has no reason to act restrained. No one would dare to even speak to you, knowing you're his — usually, but there's always one new recruit, eager to serve the Empire and even more eager to get to know you, that'll meet an undesirable fate eventually. The second he notices someone chatting you up, his fist closes, and the guy is lifted off the ground and claws desperately at his throat, trying, begging, silently pleading —

and the body dropping to the floor hopefully doesn't bother you too much. He's not too concerned by what you think about him killing out of possessiveness; he'll make it up to you later, if you're truly upset.

"I'll give you a planet. An entire system, if that's what it takes to make you stop sulking. Don't tell me you actually wanted that fool to talk to you."

The first Imperial officer politely informed you that the land now belonged to the Empire. You informed him that it did not."I don't think so.." shaking your head.

The second officer arrived with legal documents. You offered him tea. "I have fresh herbs! I can have them brewed for you to pack." You smiled

The third officer arrived with stormtroopers. "Oh! Can I ask for a small favor? Can you help me move the big animals to the stable right there?"

Eventually, someone lost patience and attempted to physically remove you.

The reports described you as calm, polite, and reasonable. Which somehow made you more infuriating. When an officer demanded compliance, when soldiers threatened arrests, you'd just ask if they'd eaten.

No violence. No rebellion. No excuse for retaliation. Only resistance.

The district had become a stain on the Empire's perfect map. And at the center of it all was you.

Not a senator. Not a rebel commander. Not a warrior.

A farmer.

-

Three months later, the communications array still wasn't built.

The Emperor became aware of the situation.

Which made everyone else's lives significantly worse.

A meeting was called aboard an Imperial Star Destroyer. Dozens of officers stood rigidly around a conference table. A hologram of Aldahni rotated in the center. The highlighted area was embarrassingly small. One tiny green square.

Silence filled the room.

Then Darth Vader spoke. "Explain." Adjusting his robe as he sat down

Nobody wanted to.

An unfortunate admiral eventually cleared his throat. "The landowner refuses compliance."

"Execute her then."

"We attempted arrest."

"And?"

The admiral visibly sweated. No answer

Vader's eyes narrowed.

The admiral looked miserable.

Another officer quietly added: "We- we'll look into it, Lord Va-."

"Leave." Palpatine's hologram hissed

The officers quickly left the conference room

"Lord Vader." Palpatine's yellow eyes narrowed. "You will resolve this personally."

-

The Imperial shuttle descended through the clouds. Word spread across the valley before it even landed.

This was absurd. A waste of his time. The Empire conquered planets. Entire systems. Yet somehow he was being forced to travel across the galaxy because of a farmer.

"A farmer." He grumbled inside his head.

The shuttle landed. The ramp lowered.

Vader stepped into the sunlight and immediately spotted you.

You were exactly where the reports said you'd be. Sitting on a fence, swinging your legs, eating a fruit.

Watching him approach. Looking completely unimpressed.

That annoyed him instantly.

You tilt your head, observing the sharp features, cold eyes, dark robes whipping in the mountain wind. "He looked every bit like a conqueror." You thought. You remained seated on a fence post as he walked towards you.

Vader stopped in front of you.

"So you are the source of the resistance." He studies you up and down

You shrugged and considered that.

"Would you like something to drink?" You squinted your eyes at the sharp sunlight as you looked up at him

"I am not interested in games." He looks around at the small house and farmland the Empire wanted so much.

"That's unfortunate. Games are fun." You took another bite.

"You know you are causing considerable inconvenience for the Empire, yes?"

"Yeah, you flew all the way here for that?" tilting your head

His jaw tightened. "You occupy Imperial property."

"No."

"It belongs to the Empire."

"It belongs to me."

"The Empire says otherwise."

You shrugged. "The Empire wasn't here first."

The Force swirled around the valley. Yet there was no fear. None.

Everyone feared him. Everyone.

But not you.

Vader expected anger, defiance, fear. It was deeply irritating.

He stared at you.

You stared back.

The silence stretched. Neither moved.

Eventually, she pointed toward the house. "Do you want tea?"

He blinked. Nobody had ever offered Darth Vader tea.

He should have left.

He should have removed you immediately.

He should have ended this ridiculous situation.

Instead, somehow, he found himself sitting on a wooden porch, holding a cup, definitely small for him

Watching a farm girl argue with him.

"You don't understand galactic politics."

"You don't understand potatoes."

His eye twitched. "I did not come here to discuss potatoes."

"Then why are you staring at my field?" You look at his relaxed posture

Because he had been, for several minutes. Without realizing.

The rustle of wind through trees and the low, contented hum of livestock surround both of you. Sunsets bathe the rolling hills or pastures in warm, golden, and orange hues, bringing an immense sense of quiet and contentment. He glanced at you, and something in him just wanted to stay.

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Vader intended to crush the problem. Instead, the problem became strangely difficult to define.

The Empire remained for months.

He stayed longer than intended.

Then longer than that.

Every morning, he found another reason to stay. Another meeting. Another inspection. Another discussion. And somehow every discussion led back to you.

The truth was simpler.

He kept coming back.

He'd find you repairing fences, or carrying feed, or walking through fields at dawn. And you treated him exactly the same every time.

No awe, no terror, no hatred.

Which might have been worse.

You never cared who he was.

That was the problem. Governors feared him, admirals obeyed him. Entire worlds trembled when he entered orbit.

Meanwhile, you would glance up from repairing a fence and casually say: 'Oi, You're blocking the sunlight." As if he were a tree.

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One evening, he arrived to find you lying in the grass. Just lying there with your hands folded behind your head.

The sky above Aldhani was unusually clear.

Vader approached, you scooted over slightly, making room, even if they were in the open field

"What are you doing?" He looks down at you

"I am waiting."

"For what?"

You pointed upward. "The Eye."

Vader followed your gaze.

The Eye of Aldhani.

The celestial phenomenon occurred only once a year. Millions of brilliant meteors painted rivers of color across the night sky, turning the heavens into a living ocean of light.

He had heard of it. Never seen it. Never cared to.

You patted the grass beside you.

To your credit, you did not actually expect Darth Vader to sit in a field.

To your surprise— he did.

The valley grew darker. The first stars appeared. The distant mountains became silhouettes against the horizon.

Then suddenly—

A streak of green cut across the sky.

Another followed.

Then ten more.

Then hundreds.

The heavens erupted.

Veins of emerald, violet, gold, and blue spilled across the darkness like paint poured onto black water.The entire sky seemed alive.

Even Vader found himself staring.

For once, there was no mission. No orders. No Emperor. No war.

Only light. Endless light.

Beside him, the farm girl smiled without taking her eyes from the sky.

"See?"

He remained silent.

"Beautiful.. just admire the view, be quiet." You shush the quiet Vader

Another wave swept overhead.

Reflections of color danced across the fields.

Across the house. Across your face.

Vader realized you weren't watching the Eye anymore.

You were watching him. Watching his reaction.

As though you had spent months trying to prove something.

"What?" he asked.

A grin tugged at your lips. "Nothing."

"That is clearly untrue."

You shrugged. "You look... different."

His expression hardened immediately. "Different how?"

You thought for a moment."Like someone who remembers what wonder feels like."

The words struck harder than they should have.

His gaze returned to the sky. A thousand colors flowed overhead.

For years, his life had been steel corridors.

War rooms, Destroyers, Orders, Power.

Always power.

And yet none of it felt as vast as this moment.

A farm. A field. A girl.

And a sky full of stars falling apart.

Eventually, you spoke again, very softly as you looked back to the sky.

"So why do you keep coming back here?" The Eye reflected in your eyes.

He had faced Jedi Masters, assassins, politicians, and entire armies.

Yet somehow this question was harder, because he knew the answer. He just didn't want to say it.

Vader stared upward. Because answering while looking at you felt dangerous. More dangerous than any battlefield.

The colors drifted across the darkness.

The galaxy seemed infinitely far away.

And for the first time in years—

He wished it would stay that way.

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The next morning, the Emperor finally summoned him; the message arrived with unmistakable urgency.

Vader stood alone in his quarters, staring at the transmission.

Then he looked out the window. Toward distant fields. Toward a farm.

Toward a girl who had somehow accomplished what entire armies could not.

You had made him remember himself. Not Darth Vader.

Anakin.

The man buried beneath duty and darkness. The man who once dreamed of freedom. The man who had loved sunlight.

When he arrived at the farm that evening, you were sitting beneath a tree. Waiting like you already knew. "You're leaving?" You ask

He sat beside you.

For a long moment neither spoke.

Finally, he said quietly, "I came here to overthrow you."

You smiled softly. "And?"

Vader shows a small smile, "Maybe next time."

The next morning, every officer aboard the Star Destroyer received a direct order.

The communications array project on Aldhani was permanently suspended.

No explanation was given. No one was foolish enough to ask why.

Far below, on a single acre of land, a farm girl was feeding groats while the most powerful man in the Empire stared out of a shuttle window as it slowly rose and pretended the decision had been entirely strategic.

No goodbyes, and neither of them mentioned that night

But he kept thinking about it.

And, much to his annoyance,

He kept thinking about you.

I miss watching andor sm, disney pls give us another 75% off membership,, uwu. ALSO, this prompt had been on my mind for monthss, i just didn't know how to write it. and yes potatoes are canon.. in MY star wars. heh. This may be my favorite work done, idk please give me feedback if you can!

Aching bones or not, Anakin suddenly forgets all about his exhaustion and quickly lifts the twins, alternating an assault of quick kisses between their chubby cheeks, filling the room with their giggles, one of the best sounds in the universe if you ask him. “Ohh, you guys have grown!” He lamented, hugging them tightly. Sometimes Anakin had to remind himself that his children were delicate and that he couldn't squeeze them the way he wanted to.

You wait patiently, watching the heartwarming reunion unfold in front of you, with a smile on your face. “I did not know you would arrive today, we would've prepared you something.”

Anakin offered an apologetic grin, he doesn't struggle to hold his children with one arm, this way he can hug you with his free one. “It was a last minute decision and I wanted to surprise you, my love. Besides, this is all I need,” he kissed your lips tenderly, nearly melting after weeks apart. He rests his forehead against yours, loving every second of this reunion. Together at last. “Mmm. I missed you, all of you... So so much.” Just holding his family was enough for him to feel revitalized again. He felt complete, like he could singlehandedly end wars if he wanted to. “Just hold on a little longer, I have made my decision, once the year is over I'm leaving the order.” He said with a convincing tone.

You simply smile, cupping his cheek. Each time he came back from a long mission he mentioned this, but you know that the man that you love was born to be a Jedi, that he lives for the thrill of a good fight. Domestic Anakin is one of your favorite sides of him, but you wonder if he would truly be happy living a civilian life. Probably not. You don't hold it against him, marrying him wasn't something you did blindly. Being a member of the senate you often interact with the Jedi, which makes it easier to see Anakin when on duty, and although you developed a routine to get away with meeting in private, it was exhausting. On top of that, now that your twins yap more than a protocol droid, it's pretty difficult to keep them from calling their father in public. And it's hard to look away when presented with Luke, that little boy is his spitting image.

The council has its suspicions and they seem to always keep a watchful eye on you both, but curiously enough they've never confronted Anakin about it, probably because things are under control, and Obi-Wan has sworn up and down to keep his former padawan in line. Truth be told, Obi-Wan has quietly done more for the couple than what meets the eye.

Once Anakin settles the children on the floor, they scramble in a hunt for their newest toys, wanting to show their father. In the meantime, Anakin sits on the couch, watching them with a fond smile. He could never get tired of this, his family is the very thing that keeps him sane... As much as possible anyways. It's tough, his heart yearns for both lifestyles, being a father and a Jedi. He's convinced that he can do both, that the Jedi should be allowed to. He knew secrecy was the price to pay in order to get them for now, but oh how his heart hoped to one day roam freely with his family, without the half truth of being their protector.

“Dadda look!” Luke shyly presented a small starfighter toy, another one for his collection.

Anakin pretends to be shocked, as if his mind is blown away by the toy his son waves around. “Whaaat? Another one?! How many starfighters are you planning on owning young man, are you going to fly them all when you're a pilot? Hmm? I bet you will. Just a couple of years and you'll be flying next to me in no time.” He grinned ear to ear, loving how his boy's eyes lit up. The thought of one day piloting with his son truly made his heart tingle with excitement. He already knows he's going to be tremendously proud of his son and his daughter. He can see the best traits of himself and you in them— except for those big meltdowns toddlers inevitable experience, you swear they got those from Ani, and you don't believe him when he tells you that he didn't even cry as a baby. “And what's that over there?” He motions at a helmet, one that Luke quickly gathers to show him, tripping on his way. The boy just giggles, getting up from the floor like nothing happened while you were cringing, those momma instincts begging you to check his knees.

“Uncle Wan gave me it,” he proudly stated in his tiny voice. One quick look and people just know he is a sensible little boy, it's pretty hard not to love him or his sister.

“Oh he did?”

You quickly whispered in Anakin's ear, sitting elegantly on the arm of the couch. “Last month Luke decided that jumping from beds and couches is his new favorite hobby. Remember how I told you that Obi-Wan had to babysit the day that I was summoned to the Senate?” Anakin nods as you speak. “Well, Luke kept doing it because I wasn't around to scold him. Obi-Wan got him a helmet and slapped the Jedi symbol on it.” You laughed at the memory, running a hand through Anakin's not so clean but luscious hair, you make a mental note to wash it for him later, to pamper him real good when the kids fall asleep. “When I got back from the meeting Obi-Wan was sitting in the kitchen, drinking a cup of tea. He looked calm and elegant, but his hair was tousled like he got back from a mission. When I asked him if the kids behaved, all he said was they're Anakin's alright.” You can't help the little giggle that comes out of you. “I wonder if he sometimes regrets getting involved instead of watching from the sidelines.”

Anakin snorts, highly entertained with the mental image you just painted. “Oh he has to be,” he finds himself shaking his head. Anakin is forever grateful to his friend and former master, but he will never not find it funny to know his kids are a bit of a menace. “Well won't you look at uncle Wan, how nice of him,” he said in a mocking tone. “For such a grumpy old man he sure loves to spoil my babies—”

“I FLYING!” The little boy suddenly spoke, climbing the couch to jump. You weren't lying. Nobody even noticed, that's how stealthy he is.

Anakin can't help the grin that adorned his face, using the force to hold Luke midair. You rolled your eyes, after nearly having a heart attack.

“That's exactly why he thinks he can fly now.”

“Who says he can't? Clearly he's flying!” He swayed the giggling toddler who was now making blaster noises. “Alright, alright, it's fun but you gotta be careful, son. No more jumping from high places for you.” As he carefully settles Luke on the floor, little Leia climbs Anakin's legs, sitting on his lap as she holds a tooka plushie, staring at him with big brown adoring eyes. She just disarmed him all over again. “And what do we have here?” He gently pets her hair, allowing Leia to show him her new toy.

“Auntie Soka!”

Anakin's heart warms up at the mention of Ashoka, his former Padawan. One could say she was a learning experience for him as well. “She was here?” He looks up at you.

“She dropped by a week ago,” you explain with an apologetic smile. “I didn't want to upset you when you were off system, but she left you a Holo recording that you can watch. I'm sorry my love, but she said she'll be back.”

“It seems like a lot happened while I wasn't here,” he said. This was the part that he disliked the most about being a Jedi, he simply missed a lot. Nonetheless Anakin smiles when you kiss his cheek.

“Are you alright?” The worry in your eyes just squeezed his heart.

“I am here with my family, I can assure you my love, I'm more than alright.” He brought your hand to his lips, kissing it softly.

Leia who still sits on his lap smiles widely, still hugging her plushie. Feeling something akin to zoomies, the Jedi quickly lifted his babygirl and fetched Luke all of a sudden, squeezing them in a loving embrace once again. He roars, stomping around.

“I am feeling mighty hungry now, like a rancor!” He let them go, giving the toddlers a chance to run.

“Dadda, no!” Once again the house is filled with laughter and squeals. The twins thought they were the fastest beings in the galaxy, when in reality their father could reach them by walking. It is simply adorable.

You watched with a hand over your mouth, muffling the laughter that threatened to emerge from your throat. All of a sudden the "mighty rancor" fixes on you as a target, and you find yourself a part of this game of "survival", getting off of the sofa.

“Wait, not me?! Ugh, Anakin!”

He roars, stomping funny.

The twins gasped in unison, the game very real in their vivid imaginations. “Let her gooo!” Luke cried out, grabbing a toy lightsaber.

At the same time Leia grabbed what seemed like a fishing net, small and to play pretend, but when the stakes were so high she saw it as a gigantic opportunity to capture the beast.

“Leave mommy alone you— you smelly rancooor!” She exclaimed.

“Wha— smelly?” Anakin asked, almost offended before the children made their battle cries, suddenly charging at him. He couldn't help but cackle, the net was over his head somehow, and Luke was hitting his legs with the toy saber. “Ow! Alright, alright, I yield! Mercy! Ow, help me!” He dramatically collapsed on the floor, curling up on the floor.

The twins high-five twice, having missed the first one. Both of them seemed proud of themselves, like they had finished a dangerous mission and actually saved their momma.

“Are you, are you alright milady?” Luke asked, like a heroic Jedi while Leia watched the rancor with suspicion, resting her hands on her hips all sternly like her momma.

“I watching you ugly rancor!” She warns.

You found tremendously humorous how Anakin seemed to huff anytime the little girl said something offensive to him. Well, she's her father's daughter alright! Always taunting their enemies, you just know she will have a sharp tongue and a fast mind.

“Why yes, you two fearless Jedi have saved my life. I am forever grateful.” You grinned, watching the boy's chest inflate with pride.

“'S what we do! I am jedi like my dadda!”

Anakin couldn't help but feel a surge of love and pride for his children, sitting up. “Like father like son and daughter, facing dangers to save their lovely mother—”

“Ahhhh! The rancor can speak! It ate daddy!” Leia shouted, suddenly racing with her brother to hide behind you. You flash a humorous smile as your husband now frantically tries to convince the children that it is really him.

“What?! No, no! It's me! It's dad!” He took off the net, pointing at himself. “I cut a hole in the rancor's belly and got out.”

“Anakin!” You reprimanded, not wanting your precious angels to get that image inside their heads. Anakin scratched his neck bashfully, but the damage was done, the twins were making lightsaber sounds and what one could assume were the gory sounds of a rancor's stomach being cut open.

Your glare could melt ice planets.

“Sorry my love.” Anakin gave you a crooked smile, one of those that made it impossible for you to be angry at him. “Have I told you, you are the most beautiful star in the whole universe?”

“Tsk. You think you're so charming, flirting your way out of trouble!”

“...It works, though,” He said proudly.

Anakin sighs, sitting on the edge of the bed as he dries his hair with a towel. After putting the kids to sleep and telling them exaggerated tales of his last mission, he was able to unwind and take a much needed bath in the company of his beautiful wife.

“You seem serious.” You appear from the kitchen, your face still flushed from the steamy shower. Anakin looks up with a knowing smile, gladly accepting the glass you brought for him.

“Just thinking,” Anakin waits until you're close enough to pull you towards him, now comfortably sitting on his lap. “I missed this...”

“What, a proper bath and good wine?” You tease, making him huff. “I brought it with me when I went to visit my parents, it has to be good.” You watch him try it.

“Yeah it's good,” he chuckles, nuzzling your neck. “But I was talking about this, holding you in my arms,” he kisses your cheek. “Making love to you... All the good things.”

You take a sip of your wine and then swirl it, basking in the comfortable silence.

His soft tone and warmth made you smile, feeling fuzzy inside. This is the Ani that nobody else gets to experience. Tender. Loving. Unguarded. This is the man you fell in love with all those years ago, and the same man you keep falling in love with everyday.

Only when he speaks again you look at him.

“One would think as a general you get used to losing men on the battlefield, but you don't, you just... learn to expect it.”

“Ani...” You never ask about his missions directly because you know he'll talk about them whenever he's ready. Like he is right now.

He smiled at you, but it's the type of smile you give people when you don't want them to feel bad. You could see a flick of sadness behind his eyes and it tugged at your heart. This is never an easy conversation to have, and your brain is trying to come up with something comforting as you set down the glass.

He talks.

“They fought well, I just wish I could have done more for them.” Anakin closes his eyes when you caress his cheek.

“And I don't doubt that you did everything you could. I'm sorry, Ani, if only I could take some of your pain away I would—”

“You do,” he looked at you, his gaze soft and sincere. “Everyday just by being there... It does something to my soul. You and the kiddos are everything to me, and... I am the man that I am because of you, I'm sure.”

You shook your head. “You are the man that you are because of yourself. You've always been a good man, Ani. A damn good Jedi, even if you feel undervalued at times, you stand out because you are your own person. Whatever you achieve is all your own work.” You shift a little so you can delicately rest your forehead against his. There is nothing more intimate than making eye contact this way, without hiding, without distractions. “I may have some influence in you but it's merely that. I know your heart... You didn't need me to be a good man, you were already one.”

Your statement made his throat go dry. Sometimes he felt like an impostor and this was one of those occasions. It wasn't necessarily his fault.

“There is a side of me that isn't as good, I-I'm not perfect, not the way you might think... I've struggled...” His words trail off, but the message is there. He has struggled before and you've seen it.

“Doesn't everybody?” You asked him, trying to get through him with a loving expression. “Those struggles do not dictate who you are, Ani. What you do in the end and what's in your heart does. Those fleeting moments of darkness are just that, temporary. In the end you always do what's right or what you believe in... You have faced plenty of bad people, and none of them resemble you.”

Anakin's lips parted, watching your eyes as his eyes shine with unshed tears. He didn't want to ruin the moment with his emotions, but you had a way to always bring this side of him to the surface. Your reverent touch keeps him focused as you speak again.

“Every decision that you take, you do it seeking the best outcome for others. It is one of the things that I love so much about you, you lack that detached sense of coldness that some Jedi exude. You care about people, not politics, not appearances, people, and that's what makes you special, it's why you're so well liked by civilians and the men that serve under your command. If you can help it you don't leave a man behind, even if it compromises a mission, you value life over accomplishments. Who other than a good man acts like that?” Your thumb rubbed small circles on his cheek. “If anything, struggling is a reminder that you are human, that you need to take care of yourself, too.”

His heart is thundering in his chest now, moved by your raw affection. “You truly believe that much in me, don't you?”

You smile again, wiping a stray tear from his face.

“Yes.” You looked in the direction of the door after picking up the unmistakable sound of small feet approaching. Your kids. “And they do too,” you add as the door opened, two groggy toddlers walking hand in hand, seeking their favorite people.

Anakin chuckles, his spirit lifting as soon as he makes eye contact with his children. “You guys wanna hear another story?”

Moonlight illuminates the room as you sit up, frowning when you look around the room and discover that the door to the balcony at the other end of the room is open. The curtains flutter in the gentle night breeze, sending a shudder through your entire body at once. Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, you stand up and cautiously walk toward the balcony door.

As you step outside, you're greeted not only by the bright moonlight, but also by the numerous twinkling lights of Coruscant, as well as the muffled sounds of spaceships passing by. And Anakin, leaning against the parapet, his face buried in his hands.

"Ani?", you ask timidly, afraid of frightening him, even though it's highly unlikely he hasn't already sensed your presence through the Force. Nevertheless, he flinches almost imperceptibly and turns to you. As soon as your eyes meet and you get a good look at his face, your heart sinks in your chest, painfully contracting.

Traces of tears already shed are visible on his cheeks, his eyes red, almost bloodshot. Anakin immediately lowers his face when he sees the concern on yours, turning his body away from you in the process. Despite his defensive posture, you quickly move to his side anyway and gently place your hand on his arm. He flinches and your heart cracks.

"Another nightmare?", you ask quietly, trying to get a look at him and knowing far too well how much he hates showing himself so vulnerable and insecure in front of you, which is why he still hasn't turned his face.

A pang of guilt overcomes you that this time you didn't notice him struggling with his worst nightmares right next to you. Usually, you can already tell by his breathing becoming uneven when it's going to be another one of those sleepless nights. But this time, you weren't there to calm him down immediately.

At your words, Anakin raises his head, but his gaze and his body are still directed towards the city, the light of the never-sleeping planet illuminating his face. You see that he is struggling, that his thoughts are piling up.

"Talk to me", you whisper and reach for his hand, but as soon as you touch it even slightly, he pulls it away as if you had burned him. Startled, you take a step back.

"Don't." His voice breaks when he says this, bringing tears to your own eyes. "I hate when you look at me like that."

"L-Like what?"

"With so much pity in your eyes", he huffs, wiping his cheek with the back of his hand. His words feel like he's stabbed a lightsaber right through your gut and you find it difficult to respond.

"Ani, I don't pity you. I worry about you", you finally manage to say, trying to stay strong for the both of you because you know him. You know that he gets defensive when he is overwhelmed. He simply doesn't know and never learned how to control his feelings.

"I worry about you because I love you", you add, hoping the message gets through to him. Anakin has always had to deal with a lot of insecurities, but he usually knows how to hide them behind his cocky attitude. But they often overwhelm him precisely when he's most unprepared and vulnerable. And Anakin Skywalker hates being vulnerable and weak.

"How can you love something like this?!", he asks you in a loud voice as he finally turns to you, pointing his cybernatic hand to his face, which is marked by a scar inflicted in battle. The way he asks you this leaves you speechless. He feels so much anger and hatred for himself that it hurts you. Anakin has been through so much in his short life and has never received the affection and love he deserves.

"Because that's you, Anakin", you answer clearly, your voice not even wavering, even though you feel like crying. You place your hand on his cheek, and this time he lets you. You look deep into his eyes and see all the sadness and pain he's experienced. "That's why I love you."

Gently, you run your thumb over the scar by his eye as he breaks eye contact, but when you come even closer, he turns away from you again and removes your hand so that it now lies in his mechanical one.

"I truly love everything about you", you say to him, trying to catch his eye, but it's fixed on your hand holding his. Again, he tries to pull it away, but this time you don't let him and hold on tight.

"That's not even me", Anakin murmurs, flexing the cybernetic parts that constitute his hand. His words and the self loathe he expresses them with really hurts you deep inside and you just can't wrap your head around it. How he can't see himself the way you see him: as the most beautiful and wonderful person in the entire galaxy.

With a sigh, you squeeze his hand tightly and, with both of your gazes fixed on it, you ask: "You feel that?"

"I do."

"Then it is you", you smile gently and encouragingly up at him, but you can't hide the single tear running down your cheek as your eyes meet. Within seconds, Anakin pulls you into his arms and holds you tight, as if you could disappear at any moment. He sobs into the crook of your neck, his body shaking as you gently stroke his back and hair, giving him the time he needs.

"Edward?" You asked. Currently you splayed out horizontally on your bed on a cool fall day. The sweater you were wearing provided you an extra dose of comfort to the general energy of the room. Edward, your boyfriend, was laid parallel to you. His dark blue sweater matched yours. The color coordinating plaid fleece pajamas were also a nice touch on the pair of you. It was something cute you've always wanted to do, couple twinning. And Edward was willing to do whatever to make you happy.

"Yes?" He maintained a easy going smile while looking at you. You had been rereading A Wrinkle In Time. An easy read of course, but always put your mind at peace. Edward didn't have a book to read or really anything to pass time. He says he is perfectly content in your company, but you still wonder what he would be doing had you not been here. Probably pressing those same piano keys in infinite rhythms until disturbed.

"What is your favorite color?" A very innocent question. But what is the harm in that? The both of you have shared some crushing memories and experiences, you may as well know the mundane as well.

His smile grew and his eyebrows knitted. "Blue. Why do you ask?" He didn't have a genuine serious undertone behind the question. He was always trying to learn the way you were. Being unable to read your mind made you a puzzle he reveled in attempting to crack. Every time he would expect you to act in a certain way, you gave him a surprise in return.

"I was curious," you turn on your side and face him. Edward being Edward, he mirrors you. "You seem like a lover of blue. But I could also see a deep green. Like forest green," your voice was kept quiet. The wind looting the leaves can still be heard as you speak. You didn't need to speak so soft, your family was away for the night. You could scream for all that mattered, however keeping a small vocal presence felt appropriate. Anything louder than a calm word would be disturbing the peace of the environment.

His face pinched up for a moment, but then returned to his normal expression. "I fell out of love for green a long while ago. Blue is so rarely seen here, at least in the sky," he finished that quip with a cheesy smile. "Blue being rare has given itself a new place of importance," his eyes glanced down to your sweater then back into you, "in my heart."

Your bodies both hanged off different ends of the bed, luckily your heads were in the same placement. So when you lifted your hand to rest on his cheek, it wasn't a far reach. Your thumb brushed the cool skin, Edwards eyes never left yours for a moment. The golden iris' were filled with adoration. His hand came to rest on yours. The chill adding to the comfort he was already bestowing.

"What do you think mine is?" You whispered.

"Purple, for sure," he answered without even thinking. And of course he was right.

"Asking Alice counts as cheating," he leaned into your hand and chuckled. The kiss he left on the palm made you smile a little harder than you already had been.

"I didn't cheat," he spoke into your hand. "Everywhere we go shopping, your eyes are drawn to the same three colors. Green, black and purple, with a special affinity for purple. Oh and you wear a lot of purple in the pictures of you on your family's mantle."

"Am I that easy to read?" He pressed another kiss to your palm. He shook his head lightly at your comment.

"If only," he joked. After his joke the wind picked up outside, this time accompanied by a steady flow of rain. You sat up and looked at him, he copied you once again.

"If you ran home fast enough, how wet would you be? Would you even get wet?" He listened to your questions while helping fix your hair that had flattened due to laying down.

"Well I would get wet regardless. Probably not too bad but definitely damp." He finished his work and pulled you close to him so your entire body faced him. "And is this your way of kicking me out?" He chuckled again at his smart remark.

"It is very thoughtful that you worry on the safety of a hundred year old vampire." He placed a kiss to your eyelid, "I'd be sure not to run too fast. And I am fully comfortable staying in for the night. But," his voice matched your previous tone, "you must sleep tonight. I want 8 full hours."

"No you are staying." You threw your arms over his shoulders, your faces a few inches apart. "I don't want you outside, especially running in this weather. The roads are slippery," your tone changed to one more serious.

"I was going to sleep!" you argued. "...once I finished the next chapter of my book," you hoped the small smile you sent him would win him over.

"Of the book you've reread numerous times?" You didn't respond, only looked at him and shrugged. "Fine," he always gave in to you. "At least let me read it to you."