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The hand on their waist sears through them. Anakin’s hand tightens against their partner’s against their will, and molten lava swims through their core as the soft laugh rings out. Bail’s eyes catch theirs again softly, an answering tightening of his hand, as he twirls Anakin along the floor. Anakin wishes they could control what is surely the terrible flush on their face.

They’re pulled even closer, their chest coming flush with Bail’s. “You’re a lovely dancer, dearest. Are all Jedi as well prepared as you?”

“No,” they answer. “I learned with Padmé.”

Their wife had led them through the steps in idle nights they could carve out, terribly offkey humming from the both of them filling the apartment. Those are some of the fondest memories Anakin has of her, her grace and patience and attention, all on them.

Bail gives a sound of assent, his voice lowering to something intimate as his hand slides along their hip, dragging their dress. “She was an excellent teacher.”

“She was,” Anakin agrees as Bail twirls them. A giggle bursts forth from them at the action, and they’re met with even warmer eyes once Bail secures them in his arms again. “I’d be stepping on your toes if not.”

Anakin’s never seen such a fond smile on someone’s face directed at them from anyone but their wife. “I’ll send her a gift basket for her thoughtfulness. Do I have her to thank for the makeup and hair?”

“The makeup is all me.”

“It’s lovely.” Bail’s thumb rubs a little circle into their hips. “Hardly recognized you without your dashing scar.”

“It’s not even that big of a scar!”

They get an amused hum in response as they’re swayed. Anakin swallows and lets Bail continue to lead the dance. It’s nice, in his arms, the softness of the dress Padmé picked out for them on their skin and Bail’s hands slightly too tight for mere acquaintances. The faint lull of the melody in the air is dizzying, and Anakin closes their eyes as their feet move.

They’re guided along the dance floor, wisps of conversations mingling and the lights behind their eyelids swimming. Bail’s hands are branding on their hip and their hand. His growing desire slides along Anakin’s senses, casually whispering into the Force as Bail’s thoughts start and stop. Anakin finds they don’t mind it; the lust is careful, a promise instead of a threat. Bail feels like security, the way he’s looking and cataloging their body and mood like Padmé’s. Sighing at the thought of their wife, the way Padmé had tousled their hair and dabbed away the excess lipstick before handing them off, Anakin leans their body into the nook of Bail’s. He’s the one person Anakin thinks they can do this with; Anakin is taller than everyone else in his acquaintance.

The fabric of their dress rubs against their skin as the hand on their waist slides instead to their back. Bail’s head comes to rest against theirs, and Anakin inhales. Their bodies are pressed flush together, hands held tightly. Softly, Anakin nuzzles into their partner’s neck.

“Thank you for dancing with me.”

since i just hit 1.2k on this blog and i haven’t done anything like this on this blog before here is my fandom family :) rules

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my main fandoms of choice are: star wars. star trek. doctor who. supernatural. sherlock. lit. marvel and dc

10. what are your go-to love songs?

hmm rn its aquaman by walk the moon, wild by troye sivan, and superpowers by saara. also church by fall out boy but idk if that counts as a love song lmao

12. what would be your ideal date?

tbh i’m a sucker for the classic movie date bc you get to cuddle

21. what is your favorite quote or lyric about love?

oh god. i love collecting quotes so i have a TON but i’ve always loved “i want / to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees” by pablo neruda

28. what is the sun sign of your crush/significant other?

LMAO i have a LOT of crushes rn bc thats just How I Am so heres some of them: gemini, pisces, aries, capricorn, & taurus

Rules: answer these questions and tag 10 people you want to get to know better: @princesschiyoh  @stromuprisahat @foxymildew @hannibaeb @d-eats-dick @fancyhannibal @wholesomepoe @grahamsdogs @sadly-not-home @diemetzgermeisterin if any of you would like to do this!😚

Relationship status: single af any gay girls reading this hello

Favourite colour: black and red

Lipstick or chapstick: i love both, i usually don’t have time to apply lipstick every day though (i’m always late)

Three favourite foods: lasagne, gyros and stuffed cabbage

Last song I listened to: my heart will go on

Last movie I watched: kingsman: the golden circle

Top 3 shows: hannibal, bates motel and the x files

Top 3 bands: abba, queen aaaand i don’t have a 3rd one

Thank you! <3picasso: would you rather sleep on the moon with a stardust dress or on a tiny flower with a sunflower dress?

The moon! I love that space aesthetic!

van gogh: where is your go-to positive place when you’re feeling down/sad and what do you usually do?

Usually bed, and I curl up under my blanket nest with all the lights off. But now I have a cat! So if I feel sad I can find her for cuddles :D

warhol: what is something that you possess that you’ll never give away/sell despite how much the cost?

I… don’t really think I have anything of that much sentimental value tbh. I don’t get along with my family so I don’t have any heirlooms or anything like that. Although if my cat Brisket counts as a possession, I would definitely never give her away unless I was literally incapable of taking care of her.

character posters: hannibal lecter

Killing must feel good to God, too. He does it all the time, and are we not created in His image?