feelings vs. duty - a. skywalker
Anakin Skywalker x Reader
Prompt: "For some reason, I'm attracted to you."
Summary: You and Anakin are both padawans and are paired up for a mission on Hoth. During said mission, you question your already forbidden attraction towards Anakin.
a/n: this was a little something i whipped a few weeks ago, but rest assured iâm getting to the requests as quick as i can :)
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For reasons unknown to myself, I've been called down to the Jedi Council.Â
Perhaps for some sort of message or task?
I stand in front of the large doors and smooth out my Jedi robes, making sure I look presentable before I stand in front of the Council and my Master, Yoda.
I push the doors open and the attention of everyone in the room is directed towards me. I walk inside, looking around, to see Obi-Wan Kenobi's padawan, Anakin Skywalker, already present, in the middle of the circle and already having his eyes on me.
"My padawan, glad you could join us." Master Yoda says. I slightly bow before making my way into the circle alongside Anakin.
"We were just informing Padawan Skywalker of the mission at hand and of its importance." Master Windu voices.
"There has been chatter of Sith sightings and suspicious activities going on upon the planet, Hoth." Master Koon informs.
"You two will be accompanying one another on this mission, right away and this mission is strictly reconnaissance so DO NOT engage." Master Kenobi emphasizes while looking directly at Anakin. Not that he noticed because he's too busy staring at me, with his beautiful cerulean eyes.
"Given the destination of this mission, make sure you wear the proper attire." Master Kenobi finishes. All the while, Anakin continues to stare in my direction instead of paying attention; classic Skywalker.
"Your mission, understand, do you?" Master Yoda asks.
"Yes, Master. I'm humbled to receive such an important task." I say and bow before the Council.
"Do you understand the mission, my young Padawan?" Obi-Wan directs his question towards his apprentice. His question is met with silence as Skywalker's attention is still on me. I roll my eyes; I slightly turn my head to look at him and gesture with my eyes for him to pay attention. At the same time I try and help him out, Master Kenobi makes another attempt at grabbing his attention.
"Anakin?" Master Kenobi inquires and Anakin's head snaps to the source of the voice calling his name.
"Do you understand the mission?" Obi-Wan asks again.
"Yes, Master." He finally says and bows.
"Dismissed, you are." Master Yoda says and I bow once more before I make my exit, Skywalker hot on my trail.
I speed walk, trying to lose him, but he manages to keep up with me. Curse his long legs. I make a beeline to my room to grab my winter robes and surprise, surprise, Anakin is still following closely behind me. I stop abruptly and he bumps into me. I turn around, looking up at his gorgeous face and flawless skin. I stare into his ocean blue eyes and they stare right back at me. However, now is not the time to be drooling over Anakin Skywalker; I need to focus on the mission at hand.
"Out of curiousity, did you hear anything they said in the Council room?" I ask, wondering how much of the weight I'm gonna have to pull.
"Important mission on Hoth regarding Sith sightings and suspicious activity." Anakin makes it short and sweet. Huh, so I guess he was paying attention.
"Well, maybe instead of following me to my quarters, perhaps you should make your way to yours and grab your winter robes." I say. He stands there, in all of his 6'2 glory and looks like he's actually pondering whether he should head towards his room. He looks back down at me with mischief in his eyes. Oh my stars, may the force be with me so I can handle this guy.
"You have a point; I just wanted to say that we'll be making our trip in my ship." He stated.
"Who has decided this?" I question.
Who in the galaxy gave him clearance to fly? From what I hear, he's a suicide pilot!
"Me." He says, signature smirk planted firmly on his face as he walks away without another word.
This is going to be a long mission
I make my way down the halls of the Jedi Temple and to Anakin's ship, fingers crossed that I survive the trip.
At the entrance of the ship is Master Obi-Wan and Anakin; they appear to be conversing about something. I didn't want to interrupt their conversation so I walked slower, looking around. Taking in all of the other ships and the pilots climbing in to fly them.
The next time I look in their direction, Anakin is gone and Obi-Wan is walking in my direction.
"Please watch over Anakin. He's hot-headed and acts before he thinks. May the Force be with you" Master Kenobi requests with his hand on my shoulder.
"Of course, Master. Thank you, Master." I reply and nod my head. He provides a small smile then walks off.
"Hurry! We do not have time to waste!" Anakin shouts from the entrance of his ship.
"Says the boy who wasted time following me around..." I mutter under my breath. I walk over to the vehicle and settle into the co-pilot seat. Anakin is already seated and flips and pushes all the appropriate switches and buttons.
"Against my better judgment, you'll be flying this vessel; so, try not to kill us before we reach our destination." I say, voicing my concerns.
"Please, I am the best pilot the galaxy has to offer." He says, attempting to shoo away my worries and brag about his piloting skills. In return, I roll my eyes at his statement and prepare for the long trip ahead.
It's not too long before we're off the ground and on the path to Hoth.
The stories are true, Anakin Skywalker is a suicide pilot! He flies like a mad man! Anakin spins and twirls the ship any chance he gets and speeds off like there is no tomorrow!
He makes an especially dangerous turn; in response, my eyes squeeze shut and my hand flies off to grab the closes object. Turns out, the closest object was Anakin's right arm. Since itâs metal, I did not notice until Anakin started snickering. I open one of my eyes and look at Anakin; his eyes are still facing forward, but my hand is on his arm and he's got a smirk on his face.
"If you wanted to hold hands, you could have just asked..." He teases. I quickly retract my hand and return it to my lap, cheeks ablaze and heart rapidly beating.
You're losing your composure, (Y/N). Just focus on your breathing. Not on how gorgeous his eyes look even in the vacuum of space. Or how handsome he looks when heâs concentrated on flying.
âYour thoughts are loud.â Anakin speaks up, smirk never leaving his face.
Jedi can read thoughts now?
âAny force user can, itâs just frowned upon by the Council; it also takes a lot of focus to hear thoughts and not just sense the surrounding emotions.â He responds, confirming my thoughts.
Oh my stars, that means heâs been listening to everything Iâve been thinking about. My face goes red at the thought, heart beat still racing rapidly.
This is ok, itâs fine. Breath in, breath out. Breath in, breath out. I repeat in my head until my heart beat returns to normal.
âNo need to be nervous; weâll be there shortly.â Anakin says, whether to reassure me or calm my nerves. Still, after he finished his statement, he made a particularly sharp turn and my hand flew out again. Why canât I control my limbs today? I assumed I grabbed his arm again, but no; I ended him grabbing his thigh.
âIâm sorry!â I say abnormally loud as I quickly pull my hand back.
Jedi are supposed to be calm and rational, Iâm not being any of those things!
âDonât worry about it; weâve arrived.â He says, chuckling. I exhale a breath of relief. Finally, Iâve lost my composure more times than I would have liked to on this trip.
Anakin lands the ship in a rather wide trench, easy to land in or make a quick exit in, and we leave the vessel to take a look around the area.
The cold, harsh winds of Hoth howl as we stealthily walk around. We scout the trench, nothing out of place. We look around the surrounding area of the abandoned planet and see nothing but tauntauns.
âLooks like we are going to be walking a lot for this mission.â Anakin voices, a hint of complaint in his voice.
Not soon after, we see one of the wild snow lizards scampering off in the snow.
Anakin turns his head to me and smiles. Oh no. Heâs not going toâŚ
He is. He whistles and runs off like heâs going to wrangle horses. He returns on the backside of a tauntaun.
âOnly you, huh?â I ask eyebrow raised. He smiles from his position and extends his arm to me.
âFor some reason, Iâm attracted to youâŚâ I mutter and take his hand. He pulls me up and I sit behind him, arms crossed.
There is no way in the galaxy Iâm wrapping my arms around this guy!
âIf you say soâŚâ Anakin shrugs and we start moving, fast.
On second thought, I fling my arms around Anakinâs waist and hold on for dear life. If I feel unsafe in an aircraft with this man, what would make me think Iâd be fine on the back of a tauntaun?!
We ride around until we stumble upon a cave. We dismount the tauntaun and it goes running. Itâll be fun walking back to the shipâŚ
We creep inside and take a look around the entrance; hands readily waiting on our lightsabers. Nothing. I wonder who said there was something suspicious happening when this is an uninhabited planet⌠As soon as I make this statement, I see a flash of red out of the corner of my eye.
Was that a lightsaber, a Sith, or something else entirely?
Anakin must have heard my thoughts or saw it too because heâs also on high alert. We draw our lightsabers and move closer to the source. We stalk closer and closer until we turn the corner the color vanished behind to see a family. One child is wearing a Darth Maul mask and the other a Yoda one. They play fight with icicles found in the cave, no doubt. The mother and father are sitting around, trying to communicate with some sort of radio. We relax, hilt our lightsabers and their attention turns to us.
âAre you alright?â Anakin asks the family; concern evident in his eyes.
âDo you need medical attention or anything of that sort?â I supply, searching the eyes of the parents.
âYes, we are ok; we crash landed a few days ago and our ship has been buried under the snow.â The father fills us in.
âWe have been trying to get in contact with someone since then and nothing but static is heard on all of the stationsâŚâ The mother says.
âItâs most likely because of the thickness of the ice in these caves combined with the howling winds outside.â I concur.
"Perhaps the damage from the crash discombobulated the device. May I see it?" Anakin asks politely and the father hands him the small metal box, as requested.
Anakinâs hand flies up to his ear at the same time he grabs the box.
âMaster?â He calls out, eyeing the device.
âY-s, Aâk-n.â Master Kenobiâs voice rings in the cave of ice; the signal goes in and out.
âThere are no Sith here; just a family and children playing as such.â Anakin fills in Obi-Wan.
âUâd-rstâd.â Master Kenobi says.
"Once we are aboard the ship, I'll fix it." Anakin informs the father.
"Thank you so much, both of you." The mother voices.
"Not a problem, ma'am. We'll be heading to Coruscant to inform the Jedi Council as well as get you a new ship." I say, reassuring the family of their transportation.
We take off a layer of our robes and hand it to the family. They happily take it and we start our trek back to the ship.
Multiple minutes later, we are standing above the trench our ship is residing in and make our way down. Anakin climbs down first as to help the family when they reach the bottom; I stay above to help them start their way down. When they are all down, I make my way down to see Anakin helping me.
âIâm a perfectly capable Jedi, Anakin. I can make my way down a cliff of ice.â I say as my foot slips and Anakin catches me in his arms.
âYou sure about that?â He questions as the only face he seems to be able to make is displayed across his features. I roll my eyes in response as Anakin is still holding me in his arms.
âYou have made your point. You can put me down now.â I say, as the blood rushes to my face, hopefully from the harsh winds and not the close proximity of one Anakin Skywalker. He places me down and we make our way to the ship. Anakin steps in first and myself right behind him.
âEveryone strapped in?â I ask, looking around to see them tugging on their seatbelts and giving me a thumbs up. I smile in return.
âItâs going to be a bumpy ride, so hang on.â I supply, subtly warning them of Anakinâs flying. I make my way to the cockpit to see Anakin in the co-pilot seat.
âOh?â I question, settling in the pilotâs seat.
âWant to play it safe now that we have passengers?â I tease as I flip and push all the switches and buttons. He only smiles in return, tinkering with that radio as I take off.
Hm, let me try somethingâŚ
I pay attention to whatâs in front of me; but, at the same time, Iâm focused on whatâs going on in that brain of his⌠I concentrate. First, I feel emotion; heâs nervous. For what Iâm not sureâŚI concentrate more, and his voice starts to ring out in my head.
I wonder what species that family is. I hope they get back to their planet alright...
It seems as if some of the gears inside have been knocked out of place. I'll have to unscrew the face to put them back where they belong...
I glance down for a moment to see Anakin unscrewing the "face" of the radio. I then revert my eyes back to the vacuum of space and hone back in on Anakin's thoughts.
There we go... (Y/N) handled that pretty well back there. Who knew a woman in charge could be so attractive... Am I too flirty? I canât help it, itâs just how I am with her. What if all she thinks I am is a flirt? I donât flirt with anyone else, despite the rumors, only with (Y/N). Occasionally with PadmĂŠ, but only as a joke. How are there even rumors of this sort of thing, Jediâs arenât supposed to have attachments⌠Maybe Iâm overthinking itâŚ
Wow, this boy thinks a lot more than I thought he did.
âYou are definitely overthinking.â I say as I giggle in response to his thoughts.
âOh, youâre focused enough to hear my thoughts? How long have you been listening?â He asks, curiousity evident in his voice; though I am surprised at the lack of embarrassment I expected to see.
âYeah. From your worries of the family to your overthinking. Let me assure you, you donât have anything to worry about. Iâm sure the family will be alright and if you havenât noticed, I like you quite a bit.â I say, eyes trained in front of me.
âReally? I havenât noticed, especially not from how gorgeous you think my face is or how beautiful you think my eyes are. Definitely not from how you think my physique is impeccable or how you love our height difference.â He states, recalling all the things Iâve definitely thought about him.
âAlright, alright. Youâve proved your point.â I stop him before he says anything else.
How long has thig guy been reading my thoughts?
âDonât answer.â I say, holding a finger out in his direction as he closes his mouth.
âNot even curious, sweetheart?â He asks.
âMight as well say all my thoughts aloud if you can just hear them. 1) The way you call me sweetheart really gets my heart pumping. If you donât want us to crash, I suggest saving the cutesy nicknames for when Iâm not piloting your ship.â I start off.
â2) Honestly, Iâm afraid to know the answer. So, no, I am not curious about how long youâve been listening in on my thoughts like your favorite radio station.â I continue.
âAnd 3) if thereâs something going on here, it canât. Jediâs are forbidden from having attachments. Unless you are ok with having a purely physical relationship, this kind of banter cannot continue.â I finish, getting everything off my chest and making my position clear. I turn on autopilot and turn to face Anakin.
âWe will be in Coruscantâs atmosphere shortly. Any questions?â I ask, once I have said everything I needed to say. He looks at me, his eyebrows raised. He ponders, seeing if he has a response to any of my statements.
â1 and 3.â He says, stating he has a reply for those numbers as he places the now fixed radio in the glove compartment.
â1) Good to know I have such an effect on you, angel; but, taking into consideration the fact that you are piloting my ship, I guess I can stop.â He begins. Thank the stars.
â3) Even though I disagree with the Councilâs attitude towards attachments, I respect your decision to follow their rules. On the other handâŚâ He trails off. He places his hand on mine and looks me right in my eyes.
ââŚI believe this kind of banter can continue even with a purely physical relationship.â He concludes, staring straight into the very recesses of my soul. I blink multiple times.
Did I hear him right? Was he agreeing to the engagement of this kind of relationship?
âYes.â He confirms by thoughts out loud as I feel the ship land.
âWeâll talk about this later.â I point at him as I turn off the ship and stand up from the pilotâs chair, moving to the area where the family is situated.
What have I gotten myself into?
