omg the way your writing characters changed so muchđ like you went from american to kpop in like four yearsđđwelcome back though lmfaoo
funny enough, itâs around the time when i got into k-pop that i stopped posting as much ^^; but ofc life happens as well .á in my case, i went through university, i studied abroad 8 months, etc etc so writing wasnât at the forefront of my brain </3
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summary: one moment, youâre on the kiss cam with your best friend and the next youâre⊠making out with the stranger behind you?
a/n: me when i say i wanna write more and my last post was 10 months ago⊠sorry about that! i didnât really have my own space to write until recently, so that explains the long period of silence </3 BUT as you can see here, i wrote a little something ~ first fic for jisung and iâd like to note that jisung is NOT an idol here (for what i believe to be obvious reason) jisung is a person who is very careful around his idol image, so i donât believe this story could occur with his current occupation. anyways! please enjoy :)
4:32pm
BAM!
The double doors to your wardrobe smack against the wall as you throw them open in a hurried frenzy. Youâre sifting through every piece of clothing you have and suddenly nothing you possess is good enough. While youâre busy tossing everything you own to the floor, a pair of eyes watches you very amusedly. He looks fondly at you from his position, lounging on the bean bag chair in the corner of your room.
âBabyyy, whatâs the rush? Doors open at 6 and itâsâŠâ pausing to check his watch, â4:34.â
âHYUCK. You can NOT hit me with last minute tickets to THE Linkin Park and expect me to not freak. As you MAY or MAY NOT know, they are-â
ââthe best group of people to ever band together and bless the world with their talentsâ. Yes, I think youâve said something like that beforeâŠâ, he muses with his hand on his chin, looking upward in thought before bringing his eyes back to yours and smirking. You turn around and huff, bringing your attention back to whatâs really important.
âBabyâŠâ he gets up, heading towards your figure. Soothingly running his hands up and down your arms, he continues, âstay cool. The venue is right around the corner.â
His attempts to quell your rising anxiety fall on deaf ears. You freeze, dropping the mini skirt you had in your hands and turning around, locking eyes with the lovable idiot.
âHaechan, I love you. I really doâŠâ your hands reach up to cup his face.
âI love you too, darlingâ he replies with a dopey smile
âBut if I wasnât very good friends with your girlfriend, I would deliver her your head on a stick.â You finish, a sickly sweet smile on your face as you give his chest a quick pat and shoo him away so you can continue to piece your outfit together. You think youâve got the base of it down now:
cropped black mock neck (with a small Linkin Park logo you DIYâed in the center),
red flannel (wrapped around the waist),
trusty pair of baggy jeans with a few reliable rips,
and chunky black combat boots to pull the whole thing together.
Of course, no outfit is complete without the accessories. A black grommet belt that peaks right above the flannel, your fav fishnets and a fun pair of earrings.
With your back turned, youâre busy touching up your makeup and making it concert appropriate; so you miss the way Haechanâs bottom lip juts out in a pout from your previous comment, but you could imagine it.
âAnd here I thought that years of friendship is what wouldâve sparred my life.â He sighs dramatically, flopping onto the chair with his hand draped over his forehead like the maidens of old. You chuckle, winging your eyeliner to the gods.
âI suppose I do enjoy the free coffee and occasional home cooked meal from the infamous Lee Donghyuck,â buttering him up so you donât have to hear him whine on the way to the venue.
âWell, I AM pretty great, arenât I?â he asks no one in particular as he smiles to himself, content.
6:40pm
âAll this talk about the GREAT Lee Haechan, and his royal highness forgets his concert tickets in a jacket he lent his girlfriend.â You say pointedly with your arms crossed in the passenger seat.
âHey, at least I remembered where they were! It was just a matter of⊠going to her apartment to pick them up.â He finishes sheepishly.
If itâs any consolation, Haechan is speeding like a mad man trying to get to the venue on time. Yes, doors are open, but youâve only got 20 minutes until the actual show starts⊠and youâre 15 minutes away.
7:05 pm
Well, 15 turned to 25 when you guys ran into a bit of traffic on the way there. Then there was a matter of having to find parking. You all but tumble out of the car and on to your face as soon as the thing is parked. Running to the doors of the venue at top speed, you hurriedly give the security guard your tickets to scan. You both get wristbands on in no time and youâre finally in.
âDonât hate me⊠but Iâve gotta peeâŠâ Haechan says in a small, rushed voice. You slowly turn your head towards him with one of the most intense stares heâs ever seen you wear.
Big inhale.
Big exhale.
âYou pee. Iâll find our seats.â You give your clipped response and thatâs all the permission he needs to speed off to the restroom. You turn on your heels to book it and you run right into a wall.
âFuckâŠâ you curse under your breath. You rub at your hip, attempting to soothe the part of your ass you landed so unceremoniously on.
âOh my god, are you alright?â a deep voice interrupts your pity party. You look up to meet eyes with the most gorgeous person youâve ever seen. Tall, shaggy black hair and a face that mustâve been sculpted by the gods.
Not a wall, but a person. A very sturdy one at that and heâs extending his hand to you.
âYou turned around so abruptly, I didnât have a chance to react.â He justifies, looking apologetic as his hand remains in the air and he searches your eyes for any sign of harm. You gingerly grab his hand without a word as he helps you back to your feet and only then do you realize just how tall this man is. Just shy of 6â0 youâd say.
While youâre busy studying every inch of this manâs face, you still havenât said a word to him. The both of you are standing in silence and he curiously quirks an eyebrow at you. You blink yourself back to reality and open your mouth to say that you were fine when you hear the opening notes of Faint. Instead of the civilized âYeah, Iâm fine. Thank you for helping me upâ you had planned, you released the loudest gasp that startled the stranger in front of you. You tightly squeeze his hand in excitement.
âOH MY GOD THEYâRE PLAYING FAINT I HAVE TO GO.â You shout, dropping his hand and speeding passed him when you realize that you do indeed have manners and you still havenât said anything of substance to the man. You stop short, you turn around and hurriedly return to the spot you recently vacated. You grab his arms and look him in the eyes, startling him once more.
âTHANK YOU SO MUCH IâM SO SORRY FOR RUNNING INTO YOU. ALSO, YOUâRE SO GORGEOUS. SORRY AGAIN.â You blabber and return on your journey to your seats.
You wouldnât think much of the interaction as it left your head the moment you heard those first few notes, but the man you ran into would stand around and think about it for a few minutes longer.
8:28pm
Youâre well into the set list now. Youâve vibing, Haechanâs vibing and all the emotions from earlier have melted away. Youâre just glad youâre there because God knows when youâll be able to see them in concert again. I mean, your tickets arenât anything crazy â nosebleeds â but you donât need floor seats to have fun.
Theyâre wrapping up Burn It Down when suddenly the lights get a bit brighter and they disappear off stage.
Intermission.
You start chatting with Haechan and you suddenly hear cheering. You look around to see what the fuss is about and thatâs when you see it: The Kiss Cam. That huge red heart frame thatâs so characteristic of any event occurring in the infamous stadium. The camera continues to change targets and you think nothing of it. That is, until it does the unthinkable⊠Why, is that you and Haechan you see on the big screen??
Your eyes widen and you smile shyly while Haechan laughs nervously, shaking his head paired with a mild waving of his hands. Obviously, Haechan has a girlfriend and this would be way too friendly even for you guys. While the cameraman refuses to choose another pair, you see that man you bumped into earlier sitting just one row behind you.
In what can only be described as a perfectly executed interaction, you begin to turn your head to look at him when he completes the job. What a gentleman. You feel his right hand comb through your hair and gently scrape his nails across your skin as he cups your neck. His left hand rests gently on the side of your face and he leans forward. Suddenly, youâre a breath away; in a staring contest with the handsome stranger.
âStop me at any time.â He whispers as he slowly closes the gap and wow, his lips are just as pillowy as they look. The stadium erupts into cheers and it all melts away as you close your eyes and kiss him back. Itâs brief, just a gentle press of his lips to yours, but breathtaking nonetheless.
He pulls away, retracting his right hand and you canât help but chase after him, eyes still closed.
Itâs his chuckle that prompts you to open your eyes.
âIâm Jisungâ he says with a soft smile and a gentle swipe of his thumb on your cheek.
â(Y/N)âŠâ you reply, still breathless. He laughs again, a rich sound that reverberates in his chest and makes your heart beat a pace or two faster.
âNice to properly meet you, (Y/N).â he slowly removes the hand on your cheek and he leans back, smirking as he brings his attention back to the Kiss Cam. The only thing that brings you out of the clouds is Haechanâs hand on the top of your head, swiveling it in his direction.
Youâre met with wide eyes and a whispered âWHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT??â
âJiiiisuuuung.â You elongate as you cover your face and drop your head in your lap, face hot.
Haechan is left extremely confused as the lights dim and the show starts up again. You hear them gearing up for In The End and of course youâre ready for the show to go on, but now youâre left thinking about the man who has no doubt made your night.
10:16pm
The showâs over and boy was it a damn good one. They played all your favorite songs and you sang along to every single one. I mean, what more could you ask for? You sit there a bit longer, just taking in the atmosphere when Haechan pulls you out of your head once again.
âSoooo, are we gonna talk about how you just made out with a STRANGER and it was caught in 4K orâŠ?â
Your eyes widen. Shit, that did happen.
You whip your head around and the entire back row is cleared out. Your heart breaks a bit because, you donât know⊠maybe you had a little something with this ma- with Jisung.
Looking directly behind you, you notice a folded paper on his seat. You tilt your head, curious. You grab it, slowly opening it up to reveal its content:
If Iâm gorgeous, then youâre absolutely breathtaking. Maybe we could hang out sometime? I would love to get One Step Closer to you :)
XXX â XXX â XXXX
- Jisung
You immediately start smiling and giggling like an idiot.
âAND I STILL HAVE NO CONTEXT!â Haechan shouts, totally exasperated.
You tuck the paper away into your pocket and simply smile at him.
âIâll tell you AFTER ice cream. YOUR treat since we missed the opening song.â You smile. Playfully rolling his eyes, he chuckles, âYes, your highness,â complimented by an exaggerated bow.
âYour kindness will not be forgotten, my loyal subject.â You reply cheekily, patting him on the head and following him out of the venue.
summary: boy meets girl. boy falls in love with girl. girl happens to be an assassin sent to take care of boy. yk, classic love story.
prompt: âall that blood looks good on you. It really brings out your eyes!â
tagging: @kookthief @honajoong
a/n: thank you so much to everyone who voted and helped me decide to make this one part! this is my first time writing for an idol, so I hope this doesnât go terribly wrong! but itâs an AU (heir!Haechan x assassin!reader) so I think thereâs room for a few OOC moments âïž also, i never give the voice behind the comms a name so feel free to imagine it as any NCT member or idol of your choice! most importantly, this is NSFW! if youâre a minor, please donât interact!
Thursday, Sept. 1, 20XX
âWhoever chose this bright ass yellow as the school-issued uniform needs to be studiedâŠâ You mumbled under your breath as you begrudgingly put your arms through the blazer of your school uniform. Smoothing out the wrinkles in a frustrated fashion, you looked over your appearance in the bathroom mirror before a voice rings out through your comms.
â(Y/N), relax. Remember, everyone else is wearing the same uniform, so itâs easier to blend in⊠Besides, isnât it nice to wear an official high school uniform? Or have a real first day of school? You know, experience a normal childhood?â
Letâs rewind, shall we? You arenât necessarily your run of the mill senior high school student. No no, youâre an assassin. Born and raised in the confines of an underground facility your home country swore they didnât have anymore. Extensively trained in hand-to-hand combat as well as quite skilled in a few close-range weapons such as the sword, the nunchucks and your personal favorite, the dagger.
You were flown out to South Korea so you could handle a special issue that your Korean counterparts were unsuccessful with: taking care of Lee Donghyuck.
Lee Donghyuck, often called âHaechanâ by friends, is the son of an incredibly successful man. Leeâs father runs Spade Inc. Itâs like if you were to take Google, Samsung and Apple, roll them into one company, and put one man in charge. Obviously, this means that Lee and his entire family are worth tons of money; however, no one has been successful in tapping into this gold mine.
You were about to change all that.
âShort skirts were never really all that desirable to me, in all honesty. God, iâd be flashing the entire student body if I were to bend over and tie my shoesâŠâ you replied with distaste as you returned to your reflection in the mirror, spinning around so that you could fix your bow.
âBesides, itâs much easier to kick ass in my polyester.â You say, walking out of the bathroom with your bag slung over shoulder.
âIf you say soâŠlook alive, target is approaching.â
You look up just in time to see the man of the hour: Lee Donghyuck.
Heâs walking straight for you, or at least it looked like he was. He makes a sharp turn as soon as you open your mouth, and it feels like he walks past you in slow motion. You turn your head in his direction with your mouth still slightly agape, he looks at you from the corner of his eye and he smirks as he walks into the menâs bathroom.
You close your mouth, clear your throat, and pretend that wasnât the tiniest bit embarrassing.
âOr not⊠my badâŠâ
âYeah, it IS your badâŠâ you whisper with a bite as you check your watch.
â12:20⊠lunch period is almost overâŠâ you sigh as you walk away from the bathrooms and toward your final class. Luckily, you share this class with Donghyuck, so youâll see him later. You actually share 3 out of 4 classes with him, but you canât really take Sex Ed III with him since each block is separated by gender. A precaution taken by the school to avoid unnecessary ruckus in the classrooms. No matter how old they get, boys will be boys.
You push the door of the classroom open and scan the room for potential threats. Unless two girls giggling in the front left corner counted as a threat, you were in the clear. You settle into a seat in the back corner and whip out your laptop. The seat is by a window and itâs in the very last row, the best seat for emergency exits and observing your target. No matter where Donghyuck sits, youâll have the perfect visual of him.
As soon as the warning bell rings, you feel someone plop into the seat next to you. You turn your head to your right and suddenly, youâre seeing the visuals of Lee Donghyuck a LOT closer than you initially expected. You mask your surprise the best you can, blink twice, and return your focus to your laptop.
Boy, the photos do him no justice whatsoever. This man is nothing short of drop dead gorgeous.
âNot even a hello, darling?â you hear from your right.
You furrow your eyebrows and whip your head towards the voice, âExcuse me, do we know each other?â you ask incredulously.
âNot yet. Iâve seen you in a few of my classes and itâs a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Iâm Lee Donghyuck, but you can call me Haechan.â He flashes you a smile with his right hand extended in your direction.
At the same time, a familiar voice rings out through your comms.
âDamn, could you sound any more enthusiastic?â
You roll your eyes in response and take his hand. Youâve read plenty of documents about Donghyuck and his personality, so you know that he likes it when they play hard to get. You extend your hand in his direction and introduce yourself.
âKim Suji.â You lie through your teeth as you watch him tenderly grab your hand and kiss the back of it. Youâd be a liar if you said your heart didnât skip a beat.
âA Korean name?â he asks curiously. Which is entirely fair because you donât look like you have a single Korean bone in your body.
âFrom my motherâs side.â You immediately respond.
âì ê·žëŒ ìì§ìšì íê”ìŽë„Œ ìŽëì? (Ah, then how is your Korean?)â Haechan asks with a mischievous glint in his eye.
âëìì§ ììì, ëíìš. (Not bad, Donghyuck.)â you reply with a smile as you retract your hand and face your laptop.
âWow, he really tried you like that⊠Good thing you took those Korean classes over the Japanese onesâŠâ
You chuckle as the final bell rings.
âGood afternoon, class. My name is Professor Ryu and welcome to Advanced Song Writing!â
You can feel Donghyuck still looking at you, but he looks way when the teacher starts calling names for attendance.
You get through the class with no issues. You focus on paying attention and before you know it, thereâs only 5 minutes left of class.
âAlright class, thank you for bearing with me through the first day formalities. At the end of the semester, youâll have to turn in a song that follows the criteria in the rubric I mentioned earlier. Iâll post it for everyoneâs convenience.â
The teacher pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose, looking at the clock on the back wall of the classroom.
âAlright, thereâs only a minute left. Everyone, look at your desk mate. This person will be your partner for the end of semester project. Please take good care of each other and letâs get along! Thatâs it for today's class! See everyone tomorrow!â
The bell rings seconds after her ending comment and the classroom erupts in noise. Friends high fiving, acquaintances exchanging numbers and peers introducing themselves to each other.
âAlright, Donghyuck. It looks like weâre part-.â You stop short as you turn your head to find an empty seat.
âWhat theâŠâ you look down at his desk to find a note.
Sorry Suji... Needed to slip out for a business meeting as soon as class was over, but hereâs my number ~
010 â XXXX - 0606
- Haechan <3
âWow, writing love letters already?â
âOh, zip it. You already know heâs a huge flirt. He mustâve slipped out when the bell rangâŠâ you say to the empty classroom as you place your belongings in your bag and make your way out of the room.
âDonghyuck getting past YOUR senses? Oh, someone alert the pressâŠâ
âHeâs clearly a challenge⊠I mean, you wouldnât fly out a foreign operative for kicks and gigglesâŠâ you reply matter-of-factly as you put your wireless earphones in, so people donât think youâre talking to yourself on your walk home.
âAlright, you got me there. Iâm waving the white flag of surrender. No need to so sound defensiveâŠâ
You roll your eyes for what feels like the 10th time today and hit up the convenience store on your way home. If thereâs anything you love about Korea, itâs the super easy meals sold at the CU. You grab a few triangle kimbap and bring them to the counter. You give the cashier a couple bills and bow before taking your leave.
A short walk leads you to the front door to your âhome.â You unlock it and scan the room for any signs of tampering. Not that thereâs much that can be tampered with. Staying in an apartment used only for short term missions, there isnât that much to see. One room. A foldable table and chair, a mini fridge and a really crappy couch. Being met with no signs of tampering or potential threats, you put down your bag, store the food in the fridge and sign off on comms.
âTalk to you tomorrow, (Y/N). Stay safe.â
âYou too.â You remove your earrings and put it in the special box given to you when you were first given this assignment. You place the bow with the hidden camera right next to it, lense face down.
You plug in your laptop and hit the showers. After your shower, you sit down at the dinner table with your kimbap and look at the note Donghyuck left you.
âReferring to himself as Haechan when we arenât even well acquainted⊠what a forward guyâŠâ you scoff as you enter his number into your phone.
To: 010-XXXX-0606
âHey, itâs Suji. Is this Lee Donghyuck?â
You hit send and take a bite out of your kimbap.
âNot badâŠâ you utter to yourself when you already feel a vibration.
From: Lee Donghyuck
âNo need to government name me⊠Arenât we friends? ~â
You scoff. This boy is way too friendly for his own good.
Suji: âWe just met today and youâd consider us friends?â
Donghyuck: âThatâs how you get closer to people you want to get to know better ~â
Suji: âArenât you supposed to be in a business meeting?â
Donghyuck: âWe just wrapped everything up⊠Your timing was quite perfect actuallyâŠâ
Suji: âWhen and where do you want to meet?â
Donghyuck: âAw, do you miss me already? ~â
You needed a moment to pause and let the audacity of this man sink in. You couldnât help but laugh because in all your years of performing missions, never have you met someone who has come off as strong as Donghuck. Well, you know youâre a beautiful girl. Thatâs normally why youâre assigned to cases where the target is male. They more often than not fall for your looks, which sooner or later leads to their demise.
Suji: âFor the project, Donghyuck.â
Donghyuck: âYouâre no fun </3 We can meet tomorrow after class. My place, unless you donât feel comfortable enough?â
Huh, even when heâs flirting, his manners are still intact. Youâre reminded of your first meeting with Donghyuck, when he grabbed your hand and tenderly placed his lips to the back of your hand⊠You didnât show it, but it made you a bit nervous. This is the first mission youâve been on where the target is not only in your age group, but heâs totally your style.
âMaybe in a different life, we couldâve been loversâŠâ you whisper as you draft up your next text.
Suji: âThatâll be fine. See you tomorrow.â
Donghyuck: âSee you tomorrow ~â
Friday, Sept. 2, 20XX
You walk into class with sunglasses on your head and a mask over your face. If youâre going to Donghyuckâs house today, itâs best to complete the mission as soon as possible. Obviously, you donât want videos of you entering the premise on file, so you need a low-key kind of disguise. Honestly, you werenât expecting to have the chance so soon, but the sooner the better.
The classes zoom by and before you know it, youâre in your last class. Your butt just met the chair when you hear a concerned and already rather familiar voice.
âI didnât have the opportunity to ask, but are you feeling sick today? We can meet at a later date if you arenât feeling wellâŠâ Donghyuck.
âItâs just a precaution. My allergies normally act up around this time.â You brush off his concern as you lower your mask in the classroom. You offer him a smile and he immediately brightens up.
Unlike the other classes, this one doesnât breeze by so easy. Itâs possible that the only reason they went by so quickly was because you had no one to distract you, but this is the only class where you and Donghyuck sit next to each other. It was hard to pay attention to the teacher talk about the importance of bridges when there was a face that you know inspired hymns right next to you.
You put your laptop to sleep. Why? So you can stare at Donghyuckâs reflection on the empty screen. Itâs not like you cared about your grades here anyway. You werenât staying for long, but wow he truly is a stunning individual. His tan skin that was completely free of blemishes, his focused face that still managed to hold a softness despite his well-defined features, his fluffy brown hair that fell into his eyes, but gently caressed the top of his blazerâŠ
It isnât until Donghyuck looks down to type on his own laptop that youâre snapped back to reality. You quickly jot down some notes on your laptop, so it looks like you were paying attention and not like you spent the last few minutes spacing out to Donghyuckâs face.
Closing your laptop, you decide to whip out your notebook instead. At least you canât stare at him that wayâŠ
The class is beginning to wrap up when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn to Donghyuck and raise your eyebrows curiously.
âI can drive us to my place after class if you arenât busy.â He offers sweetly.
âSounds great.â You smile, pulling your mask back up.
You walk out together and head to the senior lot. You know Donghyuck drives a sixth-generation Mercedes-Benz SL, but he doesnât know you know, so you just follow behind him. You reach his car and he opens the door for you and guides you in.
âWhat a gentleman.â You muse as you sit in the passenger seat. He smiles and walks to the driver side.
âIâve been told girls like being the passenger princess.â He chuckles.
âYouâve been told? Itâs not first hand experience?â You joke.
âWell, I donât normally drive girls around hahaâŠâ he replies as he starts the engine.
You were about to make another quip when he rests his hand on the back of your headrest. Good thing your mask is still up because the speed in which your jaw snapped shut is equivalent to that of a mouse trap. The reason? Youâre currently looking at Donghyuck reverse out of the student lot, one hand on the wheel and his neck turned towards the rear windshield.
Your eyes travel from his face down to the veins on his neck, only to land on his left hand that rests so nicely on the material of the steering wheel. You could imagine a few more places where his hands could rest just as nicelyâŠ
You snap your head towards the windshield and close your eyes. You donât remember acting this horny even as a pre-pubescent teen during your formative years. What the hell is wrong with you??
âThe drive isnât that long, but it isnât short either, so you can put on some music if youâd like.â He offers.
Donghyuckâs house is far too nice to be located in Seoul. His family lives in the same house theyâve lived in since he was born, which is in Goyang. Roughly a half hour drive from SOPA, nothing crazy.
âThanksâŠâ you reply softly. Picking up his phone from the console, you type in a song you know heâll love.
Girl, close your eyes
Let the rhythm get into you
Donât try to fight it
There ainât nothing that you can do
âYou like Michael Jackson??â he asks, clearly shocked.
âOf course. His songs are nothing short of legendary.â You reply with pride as you queue a few more songs and return his phone to the console.
He laughs in disbelief and starts singing along.
âI wanna rock with you. All night ~â
Your eyes widen at the sound of his voice. You knew he could sing but boy, is he a damn good singerâŠ
Youâre learning so much about Haechan that the files canât teach you⊠All you had to go off of were a few recent pictures and pages of facts about him. Itâs easy remembering the fact that heâs a Junior Black Belt holder or that he has a passion for music, but hearing him sing in real time is something akin to an out of body experience.
Haechan serenades you all the way to his house and all you can say is that calling it a âhouseâ is a grave understatement. He lived in nothing less of a castle. It was clearly passed down from generation to generation as you couldnât possibly imagine a building of this stature being built in todayâs day and age.
He pulls up to the front door of his not-so-humble abode and parks. Exiting the vehicle, he walks over to your side and opens your door once more. This time, extending his hand towards you so he can help you out.
âWow, this dude mustâve had some serious etiquette classes drilled into his brain. I cannot imagine a normal guy doing all this jazz for youâŠâ
You canât help but mentally agree. Unfortunately, the men of today are so incredibly uncultured, itâs past the point of humor.
âWelcome home, Young Master Donghyuck.â You hear an aged voice say as soon as the door swings open.
âGood afternoon, Hajoon.â He replies with a soft smile on his face.
âWelcome to the Lee residence, Miss Suji.â Hajoon turns to you and does a 90 degree bow.
âThank you for having me.â You reply, returning his bow.
âCameras are down.â
You smile weakly as you walk through the front door of the Lee residence. You adjust the sunglasses on your head and lower your mask while slipping off your outside shoes and replacing them with the guest slippers provided by Hajoon.
âYoung Master Donghyuck, Miss Suji, would you care for a freshly squeezed beverage?â
Before you can even open your mouth, Haechan speaks for the both of you.
âThat would be lovely, Hajoon.â
Hajoon bows and turns to a doorway that you assume leads to the kitchen.
Haechan begins walking to the foot of a spiral staircase, probably leading you to a room where you can work. He turns to you with a smile.
âYou MUST try Hajoonâs fresh lemonade. Itâs the best youâll ever have.â He winks at you as he proceeds walking up the staircase.
You stand there at the bottom, doe eyed.
ââŠi-if you say soâŠâ you stutter.
âDid you just stutter?? (Y/N), you do remember that this dude flirts with anyone and everyone, right?â
You give the side eye to no one in particular, but you know who itâs for. Of course you knew that, but you were just a girl after all. No matter how well trained you were, is it so crazy to believe that a little attention from a hot guy could have this effect on you?
âDo NOT let your personal feelings get in the way of the mission.â
Good thing Haechan is a good few steps in front of you, so you reply a bit snappily.
âPlease, Iâm not 5. Iâm perfectly capable of following instructions.â You mumble under your breath. Although, you werenât really as determined to end his bloodline as you were in helping him further itâŠ
You reach the top of the staircase and follow Haechan down the hall to a room with double doors. He pushes them open, and youâre met with a very large and beautifully decorated room. Bookshelves lining the walls, paintings adorning the walls without, a wooden table in the center of the room with one larger-than-average couch and a tray of snacks in the center.
Haechan spins around with his arms wide open in a âta-daâ like manner. You raise your eyebrows and nod in amazement. You almost forgot that his parents are incredibly well off and have the funds to buy 50 more houses like the one youâre currently standing in.
âHajoon will bring the drinks up when heâs done.â He states as we walks over to the couch, urging you to sit first.
You smile at him and take a seat. You on the right-hand side and Haechan on the left-hand side. He immediately reaches for a cracker on the tray and offers it to you. How nice. You move to grab it and he quickly yanks it out of your grasp. You furrow your eyebrows and try again only for it to be moved just out of your reach.
You squint your eyes at Haechan, and he chuckles. Heâs holding the cracker in his left hand, dangling his arm over the couch, taunting you. With every inch towards Haechan, his back reclines further and further into the couch until his head lies on the armrest. You put your left hand on the back of the couch for leverage and stretch out your arm once again in an attempt to grab the snack.
He giggles and it all happens so fast. Your left arm slips, he drops the cracker and you face-plant right into his chest.
âShit, is your physical trainer a brick wall??â you ask as you prop yourself up with your left hand once again. Your right hand flies to your nose and rubs it for some sort of relief.
Your eyes are still squeezed shut in pain as your right hand hovers over your nose. Haechan is silent even after you pose your question. You open your eyes and you see that youâre only a few inches from his face.
You freeze in place, right hand still over your nose as you lock eyes with the man you were tasked to kill.
His eyes bore into yours and they sparkle as they do.
âHi gorgeous.â He whispers as he smiles at you.
You grab a pillow from beside you and smoosh it over his face and no, it has nothing to do with your heart racing a mile a minute. Death by asphyxiation. You can work with that.
Well, you couldâve worked with it until there was a knock at the door. Even though it was slightly ajar, you assume itâs protocol to knock before entering.
You roll your eyes and remove the pillow from Haechanâs face, allowing him to sit up and fix his appearance. Although, he misses his hair because it still looks an absolute mess. But you have to admit, he looks quite cute with his hair all ruffled⊠Hajoon enters shortly after his knock on the door and he sets the lemonade down onto the table. He bows and takes his leave, shutting the door as he does.
All of a sudden, you hear static. Thatâs not good. There must be some kind of frequency blocker in the door and now thereâs no way for you to communicate. Thatâs fine. You donât need him to complete your mission.
You finally remove your right hand from your face only to see blood covering your palm. Your eyes widen, but Haechan is the first to speak.
âOh dearâŠâ He hurriedly grabs a napkin from the snack tray and hands it to you. You grab the napkin from Haechan, and you retrieve a hand mirror from your bag. Assessing the damage, you carefully wet the napkin with the condensation from the pitcher of lemonade and gently wipe at your face. Itâs really quiet, which is unusually for Haechan, so you look up only to see him already staring at you.
âAll that blood looks good on you⊠It really brings out your eyes!â he awkwardly compliments you.
He has fear in his eyes and yet you burst out laughing.
Youâre too busy laughing to respond. It isnât until youâve got all the giggles, laughs and chuckles out of the way when you speak up.
âOh wow, I didnât know you were so funnyâŠâ you trail off as you wipe a tear from the corner of your eye.
His chuckles are unsure, but his nerves give you confidence. So, you put a hand on his thigh, and his breath hitches.
âA compliment is hardly the first thing that comes out of the mouths of people whoâve made me bleedâŠâ you say cryptically with a sly smile on your face.
He blinks at you with wide eyes,
âWhat? Has no one ever flirted back with you?â you ask, turning your body so youâre facing him. You inch closer and closer and he inches further and further until his head lays on the arm rest once again.
âOr are you frightened about what happens to people whoâve made me bleed?â you smugly inquire as you place your knees on either side of Haechanâs pelvis, his legs straightening onto the couch cushions in response.
You rest your right hand on Haechanâs cheek and itâs hot to the touch.
âWhatâs the matter, Haechan?â you pout and rub his cheek with your thumb.
âIn all the times weâve talked, youâve never been this quiet. Tell me⊠whatâs on your mind?â you say as you continue to caress his cheek.
He stares up at you, in an almost awestruck manner.
âYou called me HaechanâŠâ he whispers.
You break out laughing for the second time in the last 10 minutes because truly Lee Donghyuck must be one of the funniest creatures on Earth.
âOh Haechan⊠regardless of the ambiguous nature of this conversation, youâre surprised that I called you âHaechanâ? You are such an interesting creatureâŠâ you decide as you retract your hand from his cheek and put your full weight on Haechanâs hips.
You reach over to the table so you can grab a cracker, since you were robbed of it earlier. You hear him inhale and release a shaky exhale. You return your eyes to him and see that his eyebrows are knitted, and his eyes are closed.
âYou are so incredibly pretty, Haechan. As anyone ever told you that?â you question, and he whimpers in response.
âYou talk a big game for someone who folds so easilyâŠâ you note as you fiddled with your shoe.
âNo oneâs ever taken charge beforeâŠâ he breathes out.
You quickly release the dagger stored in the sole of your shoe and swiftly press the cool metal to the flesh on Haechanâs neck.
His eyes flutter open and never has a man looked more attractive in your eyes.
âEven in the face of danger, you are the most gorgeous person Iâve ever laid eyes on.â You say in amazement as you slowly return to sitting on Haechanâs pelvis, keeping the blade close to his throat.
âOh my godâŠâ he groans, bucking his hips into yours.
You tilt your head to the side. You canât tell if itâs the thrill of having his life in the hands of others or if itâs the praise that gets him, but youâre determined to find out.
âIs that what you like to hear? You like hearing about how pretty you are?â you ask and he hurriedly nods his head, eyes still closed.
âLet me see those beautiful eyes, baby. Talk to me.â you purr, moving his bangs to the side and he slowly opens his eyes. Theyâre a bit glossy but they sparkle like they house the stars of a thousand galaxies. You canât help but hold eye contact with the boy. Itâs almost as if youâre stuck in a trance, until his voice breaks you out of it.
âPleaseâŠâ he whispers, giving you the most sincere pair of puppy eyes youâve ever seen.
âPlease?â you ask, encouraging Haechan to use his words.
âPlease do something. Anything.â He pouts and he begs and you canât help but mentally decide you would give Haechan absolutely everything he ever wanted. Although, it shouldnât be too much given he probably already has everything he wants.
âMy sweet boyâŠâ you start, diligently removing the dagger from his throat and placing it on the table. You place your hand on his chest, right where his heart his, and you can feel it going a mile a minute. You smile, tracing shapes over the fabric of his sweater vest with your fingernail.
âItâs yours.â You finish and close the distance, placing a sweet kiss to Haechanâs pouty lips. He reacts immediately and his hands fly up to hold your cheeks and deepen the kiss. You flatten your hand on his chest and run your other through his soft locks. You lightly grasp at the roots and he moans into the kiss. You gently bite his bottom lip and he opens up immediately. Itâs like playing a game. Everything you do has Haechan reacting like no tomorrow.
You pull apart to catch your breath and you see a string of saliva stretch between you and Haechan. He gazes up at you with an indescribable look in his eyes.
âStop looking at me like thatâŠâ you whine as you push him away and cover his eyes.
âSomeone seems a little shy.â He teases with a smirk.
Honestly, as a girl who was raised and trained to be an assassin, you donât have much sexual experience. Which isnât crazy to acknowledge because youâre a killer. You bring pain, not pleasure; but thereâs something about Haechan that makes you feel emotions youâve never experienced. All you know is that you wanna take care of him. You take a deep breath to steady your racing heart.
You stay like this for a few breaths until you lift your hands to peek at Haechan and find that heâs already looking back at you with those big, beautiful doe eyes. He smiles up at you and gently holds your wrists.
âSweetheart, what do you wanna do? If you want to take charge, Iâll follow your lead, but if you donât know what to do, Iâll happily take the reigns.â He offers supportively as he turns his head and kisses your palm.
âI⊠I want to have control, I just donât know⊠how...â You cast your eyes down, deep in thought.
âBut I want to try.â You say, determined. Haechan smiles at you, with⊠pride? You donât analyze it too much. You remove your hands from his eyes and lower them so that you hold his face in your hands. You come face-to-face with your target and state your mission.
âLee Haechan, Iâm going to take care of youâŠ.â You bring his face mere centimeters from yours and place a quick kiss on his lips, ââŠmy way.â
Your hands slide down from his cheeks, over his neck and land on his chest. You open up his blazer and stare at his sweater vest.
âFirst, we need to get rid of thisâŠâ you note. In the blink of an eye, you retrieve your dagger and with one swift move, Haechanâs sweater vest is torn right down the middle. His eyes widen, looking between you and his ripped sweater vest. His cheeks start to warm. You look down and note that his white button up doesnât leave much to the imagination.
âPerfect.â You smile to yourself as you open his shredded vest the same way you did his blazer. Compared to the aggressive way you tore his vest to shreds; you slowly unbutton his shirt all the way down to the last button that stops right below his navel. You hear Haechanâs breathing start to get a little heavier. You smirk as you place your hands on his abs. He gasps at the contrast your cold hands offer to his warm abdomen.
Putting your hands on either side of his waist, you lean forward. You start with his cheeks. You kiss the beauty mark right above the corner of his mouth, moving to the mark near the junction between his jawline and his neck and you couldnât miss the mole right over his Adamâs Apple. With every kiss you leave, Haechan hums in response.
You travel down from his neck to his chest. You slide your hands up his chest and your fingers rolls over his nipples, drawing a high-pitched moan from him. You pinch them and roll them between your fingers, each action pulling a delicious sound from Haechan. He mewls, and moans, and gasps, and every noise is like music to your ears. When youâre done, you leave a delicate kiss to each nipple, which has Haechanâs back arching.
Once again, you use your fingernails and slowly rake them down his abdomen, causing a shudder to rise up Haechanâs spine.
Tapping your nails against the metal of his belt buckle, you look up towards Haechan and like every other time, heâs already looking at you. His eyes are so glassy that you think a tear might fall if he were to blink.
âDonât worry, sweetheart. Iâll put you out of your misery now.â You promise, already working on taking his belt off. As you work to remove his belt and unbutton his pants, heâs already raising his hips. You smile as you slide his pants down his legs and toss them to the side, leaving him in his boxers. Well, his boxers and the top half of his school uniform.
Thereâs a wet patch on his boxers and it doesnât take a genius to understand why. You rub your pointer finger over the patch and Haechan groans in response. He looks down at you with a pout on his face.
âSorry, sorry.â You apologize, lowering his boxers to his thighs. Freeing his erection, youâre met with the sound of it slapping against his stomach and Haechan gasps.
âItâs so unfair that every part of you is so prettyâŠâ you say, gathering the pre-cum from his tip and rubbing it down his shaft.
âOh my godâŠâ he whispers. With every movement that your wrist makes, he becomes more and more vocal. But itâs not enough. Gathering a small pool of saliva in your mouth, you let it drip out of your mouth and onto his cock. He hisses at the contact, gripping the head of the couch with his hand. You place a tender kiss to the tip of his angry cock, drawing out noises Haechan didnât even know he was capable of producing.
Since youâve successfully managed to lubricate him, you get to work. You rub your thumb over the tip and start pumping your hand up and down. His moans truly sounded like heaven on Earth.
âOh, just like that⊠please please pleaseâŠâ he pleads. You smile because clearly youâre doing something right. You move a bit faster, making sure you give the occasional squeeze to the base of his cock. Haechan starts writhing.
âI thought you said⊠I thought⊠you didnât knowâŠâ he starts losing the ability to speak in full sentences.
âI donât.â you say, understanding what he wanted to say, âbut I appreciate the ego boost.â You quip, beginning to massage his balls with your other hand.
âOhhhhh yessssâŠâ he drawls. Keeping a consistent pace, you see that his stomach starts to contract, and his breathing gets quicker.
âIâm gonna cum!â he shouts just in time for the ropes of cum to shoot onto his stomach. Your hand stills, unsure of what to do or where to put it so you just continue holding him until he stops cumming. Haechanâs breathing is still heavy but it starts to slow as he comes down. He raises his head and looks at you with hooded eyes.
âYou⊠are a liarâŠâ he huffs out and drops his head again. You start giggling because, who doesnât like to get praised? You stare at the milky substance on Haechanâs stomach and curiosity gets the best of you. You bring his softening cock to your lips and lick at his tip, collecting any leftover cum with your tongue.
âAH!â he exclaims as his hips buck up towards your face. His head shoots up from the couch and he finds you with a thoughtful expression on your face.
âSweet⊠but a little saltyâŠâ you note, smiling at him. He lets out a scoff of disbelief as he puts his weight onto his elbows. You let go of him and reach for the napkins on the table to clean him up. He watches you work diligently to wipe the cum off of his stomach. When youâve got most of it off, you grab another napkin and gather the condensation from the lemonade pitcher, similar to what you did when you were cleaning your bloody nose. Youâre almost done when Haechan raises his hand and pats your head. You pause and look up at him with wide eyes, which prompts him to speak.
âHow do you feel?â he asks softly as he starts gently caressing your hair.
âShouldnât I be the one to ask you that?â you laugh and finish up by putting the used napkins in the little trash bin by the couch. He playfully rolls his eyes.
âIâd be a bit better if someone didnât mangle my sweater.â He smirks as an expression of guilt crosses your features. You awkwardly chuckle, looking down at his abdomen to see his mangled sweater hanging open. He ruffles your hair, causing you to close your eyes.
âMy eyes are up here, sweetheart.â He jokes, removing his hand from your hair. Haechan shrugs off his blazer and sweater vest, leaving him in his unbuttoned, white button up. You sit up, wanting to give him space.
He drapes his outerwear over the back of the couch and faces you. Thereâs a look in his eyes, but you canât quite put your finger on it. Haechan puts his hands out in front of him, flipping them so that his palms face upwards. You look down at his hands and then up to his face. He smiles, he briefly glances down at his hands and returns his gaze to you. Getting the message, you rest your hands in his. He closes his hands in response and gently caresses your hand.
Itâs nice, but then in the blink of an eye, he has you on your back and your hands pinned above your head. You stare up at him, surprised by this turn of events. He smirks and comes close to your ear, his hair tickling your nose.
writing a fic after FOUR YEARS (ik, thatâs an incredibly long break) but before i give a recap, i want to ask your opinion!
iâm currently writing an heir! Haechan x assassin! Reader fic and iâm a bit stumped on how i want to proceed⊠iâve already written 5.3k words, but i want to know if i should make it a one shot or make it have two parts đââïž
what do you think??
one shot or two parts?
one shot!! itâll be long, but readers donât have to wait for updates!
two parts! 5k is pretty long, so you donât want to lose the readerâs attention!
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Summary: You walk into your apartment and immediately learn two things: 1) your boyfriend who was ânever coming backâ, Barry Allen, is standing in your living room and 2) you now have telepathic abilities.
A/N: when i first opened requests, they were all for star wars; i donât blame them, my name is âjedimaidenâ. donât get me wrong, iâm not complaining... more like forewarning: as stated in my bio, i do DC and Star Wars. just a heads up :)
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It's been six months since I've last seen my boyfriend, Barry Allen. He told me he had somewhere he needed to be.
I've got to go...
That he might not come back.
I don't think I'm coming back...
Where are you going?!
For me to keep living my life.
I can't say where; but, I want you to keep living your life. Keep growing. Keep loving. Keep running. For me.
I didn't know what he meant; but, he made me promise...
Promise me you'll run, (Y/N).
...I promise.
I'm on Bus 405, my usual mode of transportation to Central City Picture News; where I work and where my friend, Iris West, used to work. Suddenly, the bus swerves to a halt. I move my attention, from blankly staring at the window to paying attention to what's happening through the windshield.
What appears to be lightning is moving frantically inside of a giant hole in the middle of the road. Something, something fast, runs out of the hole and it closes.
I wonder what came out...
The rest of the passengers on the bus chatter about what had occurred previously...
How will it affect Central City?
The bus keeps moving and drags me from my thoughts.
Off to work...
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I get off my bus and walk towards my apartment. I put the keys in the door when I hear something move on the other side of the door. I pause, pull out my baton and proceed to open the door quickly. I loosen my grip on the cool, metal handle of the retractable stick when I peer into my apartment to see Barry Allen and my vase in the process of falling.
"No!" I shout as I extend my hand and the vase stops falling. I stand there, confused.
Is my vase floating or did I just stop my vase from shattering?
I move my hand from it's current position to motion for the vase to return to it's previous position and it does! I place the vase on the stand in the corner of my living room. I look over to Barry and he's looking at me likes he's seen a ghost.
"How did you do that?" He asks.
"I don't think you get to ask the questions, mister." I say defiantly.
"Where have you been the last six months?" I question, hands on my hips like I didn't just stop a vase from breaking into a million pieces, mid-fall. He looks at me and takes a deep breath.
"You might want to sit down..." He starts, motioning for me to take a seat on my couch.
"I just brushed off the fact that I can move stuff with my mind. I think I can handle whatever you're trying to throw at me..." I retort. He exhaes a deep sigh and begins to talkreally fast.
"IwasinthespeedforcewhichisanextradimensionalenergysourcethatallowsspeedsterstorunatimpossiblespeedsandIknowthisbecauseIamaspeedsterI'mactuallytheFlash." He stops abruptly. I look at him and quirk my eyebrow at him.
"You're the Flash? Heh, sorry if I sound skeptical but..." I scoff. I'm looking at Barry when he just disappears!
"Barry?" I ask.
"Yes?" He answers. I look all around my living space and Barry is no where in sight.
"Where are you?" I investigate as I tip-toe through my apartment.
"Right in front of you." He says. I look in front of me and Barry appears out of thin air.
"What? How did you jus-"
"I was vibrating my molecules so fast that you couldn't see me." He fills in. I look at him, dumbfounded.
"Or I could just do this." He states.
"Do what?" I inquire when he picks me up bridal style and he takes off.
He's... running!
Through the streets, up the buildings, through the cars! I close my eyes and start laughing; laughs of joy.
Who knew it was so fun going so fast!
Suddenly, I no longer feel the wind against my face. I open my eyes to see we are in S.T.A.R Labs, the cortex to be more specific.
"Wow! That was so much fun!" I shout.
"Your shirt!" He exclaims. I look down to see my shirt is on fire!
"Ahh!" I yell and quickly take my shirt off and throw it on the floor. I stomp on it until the fire's out.
"Aw, I liked that shirt..." I mourn as I stand in the cortex of S.T.A.R Labs in my bra.
"So Barry, how does it feel to finally be out of the speeoHHH. Hey, (Y/N)!" Cisco stops short when he sees me.
"I haven't seen you since..." He looks over to Barry.
"Where is your shirt?" Caitlin interjects.
"Oh, it caught on fire when... wait a second..." I glance in Barry's direction and jerk my head in their direction. He laughs and nods.
"Oh, alright. Well, WAIT! You told them before you told me?!" I gasp dramatically. Barry's smile diminishes.
"No! It's-itâs not that at all! Itâs just that, I-I didn't really have to tell them..." He tries to justify his actions.
"What are you guys talking about?" Cisco exasperates.
"Me being the Flash." Barry states, clearly up any confusion.
"Ohhhhh. Yeah, we were actually here when he took his first run." Cisco nods in agreement, almost reminiscing.
"We were his doctors when he was in a coma..." Caitlin explains.
"Oh, well my shirt caught on fire when he sped me over here and is currently on the floor." I say, saddened as I look down at one of my favorite shirts.
Caitlin walks into a room in the cortex. She shuffled around for a bit before she emerges with a S.T.A.R. Labs shirt in hand.
"Here you go." She smiles and extends her arm.
"Thanks Cait." I gratefully accept her offering. I pull the shirt over my head and smooth it out.
I look to my left to see Barry and Cisco chatting it up. Suddenly, Cisco turns away, grabs an apple and chair, and puts it in the center of the room. He looks at me, from his position and starts walking towards me.
"(Y/N). Can you get that apple?" He asks.
"Sure." I respond as I start walking to the chair. He puts his hand on my shoulder.
"I meant using this." He says, pointing towards his head.
"Ohhh." I drag. I look at the apple and think about how I want the apple to come to me. It starts shaking.
C'mon! Come! I think and it rushes towards me really quickly.
"AHH!" I scream and put my hands out to protect myself; but, the impact never occurs. I open my eyes to see the apple floating near my hands.
I lower my arms a little, still using them to control the movements of the apple. I take my left hand, point my index finger and swirl it around in the air. The apple starts spinning like my finger!
"Cool..." I comment.
"Woah, when did you get powers?" Caitlin questions.
"Honestly, I have no idea. I've never done something like that before today..." I reply, stopping my finger and catching the apple.
"Alright, run me through your day." Cisco commands as he takes a seat behind the large computer table.
"Well, I woke up, got dressed, got on my bus, bus stopped though because of a giant hole filled with lighting, went to work, came back ho-"
"Wait, did you say 'giant hole filled with lightning'?" Cisco asks, astonished.
"Yeah. It was pretty weird. Something came running out of it, then it closed up." I say casually.
"Maybe that's where Barry came out..." Cisco suggests as he taps away at the keyboard.
"I fired the speed force bazooka at approximately 10:47 am. Nothing happened and then Joe got a call about Barry being picked up by a police officer..." Cisco states.
"Wait, you were what came out of the hole? And you were arrested?" I whisper and turn to look at Barry, confusion evident in my tone.
"I'll explain later." He whispers back.
"According to my geographic chart, the hole appeared on Infantino St...." Cisco trails off and looks at Barry. He shakes his head and Cisco continues.
Weird...
"...at about 10:48 am. What bus do you take (Y/N)?" Cisco looks up again and asks me, probably while it's loading.
"405." I fill in.
"Which is exactly the bus that was on Infantino St. When the portal opened up, the bus must have been shrouded with dark matter and that's how you have powers." Cisco finishes, crossing his arms with confidence.
"Wait, does that mean all of the other people on the bus have powers too?" Caitlin offers. Cisco has a look on his face and types away at the keyboard once more.
"If they do, we'll be ready." Barry states, quite heroically might I add.
"I just pulled up a document with all the passengers on Bus 405." Cisco says.
"I could help." I chip in. Everyone stops and looks at me.
"What?" I ask.
"You'll have to learn to control your powers more." Caitlin voices matter-of-factly.
"And practice. A lot.â Barry smiles.
"And you need a name and suit!" Cisco shouts happily.
"How about... Psy-X?" He suggests, looking to me for approval.
"Psy-X... I like it." I smile and he smiles back as he excitedly pulls out a notepad and starts drawing up what I assume are designs.
"About that training..." Barry brings up.
"I know, you guys got a training deck or something?" I ask.
"Something like that..." Barry responds, taking me to what I guess is the supposed "training deck".
a meeting orchestrated by the force â a. skywalker
Request: @originalposter-96, Can I ask for an Anakin Skywalker imagine? The reader knew him as she was in his training, but when he turned away for the dark side, she doesnât see him for a long while. When they meet again, sheâs a singer in a band. Now, as Darth Vader, heâs surprised to see how much sheâs changed. She was performing at a party that he showed up to after feeling the force bond between them. She fails to see him in the crowd as her band performs âSlim Pickensâ by the Offspring. After the song, he couldnât help but worry about her. He doesnât know how to settle his feelings when he sees her. Once he finds her, they reunite at last and he tries to reassure her that he still cares for her.
Words: 1.8k
A/N: alright, so for the sake of the imagine, Vader is not a crispy boy and didnât get severely burned on Mustafar. also, the Outlander Club on Coruscant is real; itâs the club Obi-Wan and Anakin went into in Attack of the Clones to catch the shapeshifter⊠and i donât know if thereâs something wrong with my inbox or something but it isnât showing me the ask so i canât respond to it⊠anyways, hope you enjoy!
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You were the lead singer in a band, âToy Soldiersâ. The band consisted of a Twiâlek drummer, a Rodian bassist and a Gungan guitarist.
All of you were just starting out, amateurs, but everyone could tell you guys had talent.
The gang was in high demand, eventually being booked at the Outlander Club on Coruscant; everyone was excited because this was only your third gig and everyone already wanted you guys.
Everyone was well acquainted with each other and was buzzing with excitement as they set up; you, on the other hand, were oddly quiet. Something about this place made you feel a very strong connection with a man you had lost many years ago, 10 years to be precise. You shook it off and placed your hand on the mic, ready to sing your heart out.
Little did you know, that man felt the same connection you had and was on his way there.
Darth Vader was ordinarily more machine than man; his intimidating suit paired with his prosthetic arms and legs made this so. He rarely had the opportunity to lounge around without his suit given his position.
Vader often had trouble rekindling with the Force; however, he couldnât deny the strong pull he felt to a certain club he visited in his youth.
(Y/N).
Darth Vader hadnât seen (Y/N) since he was Anakin Skywalker, but he abandoned that name long ago in favor of his new moniker.
Take me for a ride
Iâm the one you pushed aside
But itâs coming back to you
Yeah itâs coming back to you, hey!
He left his quarters in a hurry and boarded his starship immediately.
Run to the sound
Take it back and double down
âCause itâs coming back to you
Yeah itâs coming back to you
Wearing his everyday suit would obviously make him stick out like a sore thumb; so, he packed the only clothes he still had: his Jedi robes. He knew it was risky; he knew there was the slight chance someone might recognize him as a Jedi, as Anakin Skywalker, but he grabbed them anyway. He sloppily landed his ship and quickly made his way over to the Outlander Club. He changed into his old rags; the clothes that had so much bad history woven into the fabric, it made him sick.
Well
Well weâre pouring gasoline
So dance around the fire that we once believed in
He walked in and the first thing he say was you; he was taken back by the sight and froze to the spot. Youâve changed so much, but at the same time, not at all.
Itâll never be the same, now
âCause thereâs nothing left for us to be
Give it up the champions of greed
So come around and have another round of me
He doesnât think heâs ever heard you sing before; when would you guys, as Jediâs, have time to sing? He shakes the memory from his head and basks in the smoothness and the raw intensity of your voice.
Dance f***er dance, let the motherf***er burn, hey!
You belted the lyrics with all of your soul and you feel oddly connected to it as well. This song makes you think of a time when the Empire wasnât around; when Anakin was still by your side.
Snakeâs in the grass while you are living in the past
Say whatâre you gonna do?
Yeah whatâre you gonna do, hey!
For some reason, the connection you felt earlier this evening is only getting stronger. Itâs been so long since youâve felt this connection, let alone so strongly. He must be here, but how?
Earn never learn
When youâre cheering while it burns
Yeah weâre coming after you
Yeah weâre coming after you, hey!
You are too caught up in your thoughts to notice, but the crowd is going wild. They love you guys and youâre too in your feelings to enjoy it.
Slim Pickens well he does the right thing
And he ride the bomb to hell
Yeah he rides the bomb to hell
It is truly unfortunate, the tragedy of Anakin Skywalker; doing what he thought was the right thing. He left â no, slaughtered â the Jedi Order: the remaining Padawans, Knights and Masters were all left to the same fate.
Watch the pulse, it quickens after every little sting
If youâre gonna go to hell
Drinking up you might as well
Your heartbeat picks up as the connection grows stronger; Anakin always had that effect on you. You couldnât see him as the club was filled to the brim, but your Ani walks closer with every word that leaves your mouth.
Are you really gonna take it like that?
Riding on the missile with the cowboy hat, and
Well the world is gonna end
So dance around the fire that we once believed in
Youâre brought back to Order 66, seeing the bodies of your Jedi friends thrown to the floor with reckless abandon. The brilliant life that once filled their eyes replaced by a dull shade of its former color.
Wanna tear it down again, now
âCause thereâs nothing left for us to be
Give it up to the sons of anarchy
So come around and have another round of me
Tears form in the corners of your eyes and you blink them away; when you and your teammates were practicing this song during rehearsal, you didnât feel such a strong connection with it. Why now?
Dance f***er dance, let the motherf***er burn, hey!
But, now, here. In this cantina, singing this song, with the pull of long forgotten connection, with the possible presence of Anakin SkywalkerâŠ
Are you really gonna take it like that?
Riding on the missile with the baseball bat, and
You mentally slap yourself on the wrist and try to focus on singing the rest of this song without falling apart.
Well weâre pouring gasoline
So dance around the fire that we once believed in
Itâll never be the same
The takers and the liars that we all believed in
Well weâre going down in flames
So dance around the fire
We dance around the fire
âCause itâs never left for us to be
Give it up the champions of grief
So come around and have another round of me
Hey, hey!
Dance f***er dance, let the motherf***er burn, hey!
Applause immediately erupts from the audience; you can sense joy in all of the attended, but there is one who feels worry more than anything else⊠You and the rest of the âToy Soldiersâ take a bow. You begin to pack up your equipment into your ship.
By now, all of the members in your band had packed up their equipment and have decided to mingle with the locals. You just finished talking with the manager about the revenue when you felt someone coming towards you, someone familiar.
You turned around expecting one of your bandmates, but were instead met with a face you hadnât seen in a decade. The cooper color of his eyes are unfamiliar and are in the place of the dazzling blue you loved so much.
You whisper his name, âAnakinâŠâ
A name the Dark Lord resented until it left your lips, â(Y/N)âŠâ
You stand there, your feet stuck to the ground of the bar, unsure of what to do.
Was this really happening or is this a fever dream? You thought; however, you werenât sick and the strong connection you felt earlier suddenly made sense.
He was left speechless and didnât know what to say. The Sith Lord was worried about you and he quickly acted on instinct⊠Those feelings he had for you all those years ago suddenly came gushing out like a waterfall and his feet carried him over here; however, now that he was standing in front of you, he had no words for his former lover.
Yes, he did leave the Jedi Order; he no longer held their ideals and couldnât serve under their corruption any longer.
Yes, he did leave Obi-Wan; his best friend and mentor had sought his death and only one of them was coming out of there alive.
And yes, he did leave you; he thought you had been slaughtered during the order and he couldnât bear the thought. He had shut that part of himself off; he put it under lock and key and melted the key.
He hadnât felt the tug of your shared force bond in so many years; maybe it was due to the location or maybe it was destiny. A meeting orchestrated by the Force to bring Anakin back to the light...
Vader closed the distance and engulfed the young woman in a hug, her face buried in his chest, his Jedi robes still holding the scent of Anakin Skywalker, âNow that I have you in my arms, Iâll never let you go again.â
You look up at his face and are met with the ocean blue eyes of the Jedi you fell in love with so many years ago.
You break out in a smile and wrap your arms around his frame.
Summary: Senator (L/N) of Kyoi knows what she wants and she wants Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker; however, sheâs also very stubborn and refuses to acknowledge her feelings for the prophesized Chosen One. Will her false front crumble when a certain Skywalker is assigned to be her escort?
A/N: this story is inspired by write-i-doâs drabble, âThe Senatorâ. i suggest reading it because itâs great and maybe youâll have a better grasp on this one. i might have used some of it (i hope thatâs ok) in order to keep true to the drabble⊠also, Kyoi is not a real Star War planet. anyways, i really hope you guys like it, especially @write-i-do. since itâs based off your drabble and i donât want to disgrace it with this madness⊠enjoy!
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Anakin thought he was a generally lucky person; however, his luck seemed to change whenever you were involved. Whenever he wished to talk to you, you were always whisked away by another; whether it be Senator, clone or Jedi. He thought he had finally caught a break when he was assigned to be your Jedi escort.
Anakin waltzed up to me and began his introduction, âSenator (L/N), itâs a pleasure to meet you. Iâm-â He was quickly cut off with my snippy remark.
âAnakin Skywalker. Yes, Iâm aware; Iâve seen the holo-net before...â I said, unimpressed, âDecorated General, poster boy of the Republic as well as close, personal friend of the Chancellor.â
âWhat kind of Senator would I be if I didnât know who you were?â I asked, a bit coldly; however, Anakin couldnât help the blush that bloomed across his cheeks.
He cleared his throat, trying his best to hold some semblance of professionalism, âWith the pleasantries out of the way, shall we get going?â I looked downwards at his extended hand and turned away with a huff.
âWhy did the Council send you anyways?â I asked, making my way to the door, âItâs not like I canât take care of myself; plus, I think youâre much more useful on the battlefield.â I said as I finally exited the room and left behind a much frazzled Jedi.
Little did he know, your distant behavior didnât express how you truly felt; it was a front to hide your adoration for him.
I hope my cold demeanor wasnât too much... Just wait until my Senator friends hear about this one! How lucky I am to have the Anakin Skywalker assigned to me! I thought with excitement as I made my way onto my ship, Anakin not far behind me.
He walks on the ship and heads for the cockpit, throwing a glance your way. Youâre sitting on the bench attached to the wall with your legs crossed one over the other and your eyes closed; a mix between a scowl and a blank expression over taking your features. He continues his trek to the pilotâs seat and sits down, defeated.
Even with her face in a scowl, she is the most beautiful creature Iâve had the pleasure of casting my gaze upon. He thought while preparing for take-off.
I wonder the purpose of her prickly exterior⊠Anakin began to ponder, whenever I see her conversing with others, she always has a magnificent smile on her face and her eyes twinkle with joy⊠Perhaps the next time we engage in conversation, I can try and sense what the issue is⊠Anakin decided as he notes the ship is approaching the Kyoi system.
He puts the ship on autopilot as he heads to where youâre seated. Your face is still contorted into the blank expression from earlier as you appear to be⊠meditating? Your hands rest on your knees and you rest crisscrossed on the floor.
Has she been sitting this way for the entirety of the trip?
âSenator, we-â
âWeâve entered the Kyoi system, I know.â I respond with my eyes still closed, âDid you know itâs considered rude to interrupt meditation, Master Jedi?â I say as I open my eyes and tilt my head up, Anakinâs face coming into view.
âI apologize, Iâll-â
âNo, itâs fine. The aura has dissipated anywaysâŠâ I reason as I leave my spot on the floor to walk up to Anakin, âand yes, I have.â
He furrows his brows in confusion, âYou have what?â
âI have been sitting that way for the entirety of our journey.â I reply coolly as I make my way to the cockpit, sitting in the co-pilot seat and overseeing the rest of the trip to Kyoi.
âI didnât say that out loud⊠How did you know?â Anakin asks curiously as he reclaims the seat of the pilot.
âThe ability of telepathy is rare among my people. Many years ago, telepaths were hunted and killed for being⊠different.â I say, looking out the large window that separates the cockpit from the vast, emptiness of space, âOur ways have changed since then; however, there are still those who hold strong grudges against telepaths.â
âDo you wish to expose me, Master Skywalker?â I ask, turning in his direction. His mouth hangs open before he quickly closes it.
âNo! Of course not!â He rambles out, âI was just unaware of this part in your historyâŠâ He trails off.
âNot many are; consider yourself luckyâŠâ I say as I flip the switch that opens the door of my ship and leave him with his thoughts.
He does not remain there long as he hurriedly joins my side.
We exit the ship and head for my residence near the crystal caves.
The walk is filled with silence and Skywalkerâs mind runs like a faucet; thought after thought entering his mind.
I wonder how much longer the walk to her home is... Iâm not complaining, just curiousâŠ
The terrain here is wonderful⊠This is truly an amazing place to live, unlike Tatooine⊠I wonder if the crystal caves are anything like IlumâŠ
I wonder what I could do to change her attitude towards meâŠ
Oh, an interesting thought indeed; but, in order to hide my affection, Iâm afraid my attitude wonât be changing anytime soon, darling.
-like? Wait, I forgot she was a telepath⊠what if sheâs listening?!
Anakinâs eyes glance over at me and my eyes are trained on the path in front of us. His gaze returns to the front and his thoughts continue. However, Iâve decided I shouldnât abuse this power; I wouldnât want anyone listening in on my thoughtsâŠ
While (Y/N) has left Anakin to his thoughts, Anakin has not left (Y/N) to hers.
Almost home, a little longer on this path and weâre there. Wait. We. Anakin and I⊠Oh my stars, I never took into consideration that heâd be in my house... THE Anakin Skywalker, in my house; how unnervingâŠ
I wonder how much longer I can really keep this up⊠Why waste time hiding my adoration when I can just say, âAnakin Skywalker, I love you.ââŠ
WHAT?!
Actually, that might come off a bit high strong and this is only our first meeting⊠But, heâs so amazing⊠Itâs honestly hard NOT to adore him⊠He fights selflessly for the Republic and his compassion knows no end; not to mention heâs crazy good-looking.
Anakin raises his eyebrow and smirks in the Senatorâs direction; however, she is none the wiser and is completely lost in her thoughts.
I mean, wow. His shoulder-length hair looks so soft and lush I just want to run my fingers through it all night⊠Seriously, what kind of hair products is he using?
Anakin holds back the urge to laugh.
He also smells amazing. I have no idea how, but he does. He spends his days fighting, probably sweating buckets, and he still smells great. Do all Jediâs smell this good?
He looks up to see that they are within a 10 foot radius of Senator (L/N)âs home.
Iâm impressed. She does a really good job of making it seems like she hates my guts. Itâs crazy how she can keep such a straight face when her thoughts run rampant like thisâŠ
Itâs a shame the Jedi are so conservativeâŠ
She walks up to the door and places her palm on a rock next to the door; itâs flat and embedded into the structure as if nothing was there.
Those robes probably cover up the most delicious muscles and no one would ever knowâŠ
Iâm dragged out of my thoughts and stop walking in when Anakin bursts out laughing. I furrow my eyebrows and look at him with confusion as he doubles over with laughter. An unexpected noise, but a pleasant one. Who knew Anakin Skywalkerâs laugh was such as blessing to hear?
âYou, Senator, are a master of deception.â Anakin manages between laughs as he tries to catch his breath.
âHow so, Master Skywalker?â I ask curiously, walking the rest of the way in my house with Anakin right behind me.
âHow can you look so stern yet think such thoughts?â He asks with a smirk as he shuts the door behind him.
My eyes widen at the accusation and I swallow the lump in my throat, âWhat thoughts?â
âShall I repeat them for you?â He asks with that glorious smirk on his face.
He holds up one finger, âMy compassion knows no end,â My eyes widen once again.
He lifts another finger, âYou wish to run your fingers through my hair all night,â I can feel the heat beginning to form in my face as he slowly walks towards me.
Another finger joins his other two, âand my personal favorite, how these horrid Jedi robes could possibly be covering up the most delicious muscles and no one would ever know.â He finishes with a triumphant grin. By the time heâs finished, my entire face is flushed and my heart is beating out of my chest. I collapse on my couch and bury my face in my hands.
âHow embarrassing! Having such thoughts about a man who is forbidden from forming attachmentsâŠâ I mutter from within my hands. I feel the couch cushion on my right sink and an arm wrap around my shoulders.
âIf itâs any consolation Senator, I think youâre compassionate as well. Fighting for your people not on the battlefield, but in the Senate chamber.â
âAnd your hair looks as soft as it is feels.â He says as he takes a piece and twirls it around his fingers.
âAnd fortunately, your people are not as conservative as the Jedi.â He finishes as his fingers stroke the skin of my upper arm. I remove my hands from my face, sit up and look in his direction, âAre you flirting with me, Master Skywalker?â
His signature smirk returns as his beautiful blue eyes look straight at my (E/C) ones, âWould it be so bad if I was?â
âOh no, quite the opposite in fact; however, what about the Jedi code?â I ask, concerned.
He looks thoughtful, facing forwards and he stops stroking my arm.
I would leave the Jedi Order for you.
âWhat?!â I exclaim and push him away, his hand dropping from my arm, âNo, you canât do that.â I say, crossing my arms.
âYouâve probably trained your whole life to be a Jedi! You canât give that up; especially not for me!â I say, surprised by his words.
âIâm only 21, Senator. My whole life only consists of 21 years and 12 of those years were dedicated to becoming a Jedi.â
âThatâs more than half of your life!â
âSo farâŠâ He counters, âIâll hopefully live many more years and I wish for those years to be by your side.â Anakin looks over at me and grabs my hands.
I look him; I look into his captivating blue orbs and really think about how heâd give up everything to be with me and weâve only just met.
â2 years.â I say. He raises his eyebrow in return and I elaborate further, âIf you still love me in 2 years, you can leave the Jedi Order and Iâll accept what I assume is your proposal.â
Summary: Representative (L/N) of Aiphos is the secret wife of Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker. Her Senator friends know sheâs married, but to who they have no idea. Sheâs also 9 months pregnant and ready to pop; however, the stress of the war isnât making her pregnancy any better. What will become of Mr. and Mrs. Skywalker and their child?
âHere, let me help you.â Senator Bail Organa hurries to my side as I attempt and wobble out of the Senate meeting.
âThanks, Bail.â I say as I accept his help, placing my arm around his neck while his arm goes to my side.
âYou shouldnât be flying at this stage in your pregnancy, (Y/N).â Bail reminds me as we walk out of the building and over to my speeder.
âI know, I know; but itâs only to my apartment. Itâs not like Iâm flying all the way back to Aiphos.â I reason.
âUgh.â I groan as I bend over in pain. The baby is kicking again. Fiery little one, just like AnakinâŠ
âAre you alright? Should we go to the hospital instead?â Bail asks me with concern, âThe Hospital Plaza is just around the cornerâŠâ
âMy water hasnât broken yet and the contractions havenât started, so Iâm going to have to decline.â I reply with a strained voice, still in pain from the babyâs little kicks.
Bail stands between me and my speeder and grabs a hold of my arms, âAre you sure?â he asks, putting emphasis on every word.
âYes, Bail. I think Iâll be fine; my husband returns home tonight and Iâm sure heâll take care of me.â I say to try and put Bail at ease. Earlier this evening, Anakin left to handle some Jedi business involving Master Windu and Chancellor Palpatine. He said heâd come back soon and Iâm hoping soon is tonight.
âMistress (Y/N)! How wonderful it is to see you!â C-3PO announces from the pilotâs seat of my speeder.
âItâs nice to see you too, 3PO. Even though we just saw each other before the meeting.â I remind the gold-plated protocol droid.
âYes, but those meetings seem to drone on for eternity.â He replies back as he resettles into the speeder.
I giggle at his statement and look back at Bail, âBe safe.â He reminds me.
âAlways am!â I respond as I walk closer to the speeder, âThe next time you see me, I wonât be wearing maternity dresses anymore!â I joke as I sit beside 3PO. I hear Bail chuckle as he waves goodbye. I wave back as 3PO starts up the speeder and zooms off.
âHave you told anyone of the marriage?â I ask curiously. C-3PO and R2D2 were the only witnesses Anakin and I had at our wedding in order to keep it secret.
âOf course not, Mistress (Y/N).â He replies, âYour engagement is a secret only R2 and I have the pleasure of knowing.â
âExcellent.â I say, feeling a little more at peace knowing no one knows of our marriage.
âWill Master Anakin be there when we arrive?â C-3PO asks curiously.
âHe said he would return soon; I just hope soon is tonight, but Iâm not really sureâŠâ
As soon as I finished my statement, I notice my apartment coming into view. The rest of the ride is quiet as we approach the building. 3PO lands the speeder and climbs out. He then rushes to the passenger side to aid me.
âThank you, 3PO.â
âMy pleasure, Mistress (Y/N).â
We walk inside to see Anakin meditating in front of the fireplace, the only light source in the apartment aside from the moonlight shining in through the giant window. From what I can see, heâs still wearing his Jedi robes and his hair is a mess.
âHello, my love.â He says as he gets up from his spot to come hug me.
âAni.â I say as I wrap my arms around him, âDid everything go ok? With Master Windu and the Chancellor?â
âEverything wentâŠâ He trails off.
- 10 minutes ago â
I came running down the hall to see Master Windu with his lightsaber at the Chancellorâs throat.
âYou are under arrest, my lord.â Master Windu says. He suddenly takes notice of my presence and looks in my direction.
âAnakin,â Chancellor Palpatine starts, âI told you it would come to this. I was right, the Jedi are taking over!â He wheezes.
âThe oppression of the Sith will never return!â Master Windu assures him, âYou have lost.â
âNo, no, no,â The Chancellorâs voice changes from smooth and manipulative to deep and raspy, âYou will die!â He shouts as he shoots lightning out of his fingers at Master Windu. He blocks it with his purple-bladed lightsaber and continues to defend himself, but struggles to gain control.
Chancellor Palpatine struggles as well, to say his next few words, âHeâs a traitor!â
âHe is the traitor!â Master Windu retorts as he pushes his defense against the Chancellor.
âI have the power to save the one you love.â Chancellor Palpatine wheezes as his skin begins to change from the contact of his own lightning, âYou must choose!â
âDonât listen to him, Anakin!â Master Windu urges me as he pushes his lightsaber further in the Chancellorâs direction.
âDonât let him kill me.â Chancellor Palpatine says as the lightning begins to stop flowing from his fingertips, âI canât hold it any longer⊠Anakin, help me.â
âI am going to end this, once and for all.â Master Windu states with determination in his voice.
âYou canât, he must stand trial.â I reason with him.
âAnd what of Count Dooku?â Master Windu inquires, âDid he not deserve to stand trial?â
I widen my eyes at his statement. Iâm caught off-guard by his reminder and am rendered speechless; he has a valid point.
âRemember, it was the Chancellor that told you to kill him.â He reminds me, âWhy would a member of the Senate and leader of the Republic urge you to kill him when there was another way?â
âThink about it, AnakinâŠâ Master Windu urges me to take into consideration the situation at hand, âDoes âhe was too dangerous to be kept aliveâ ring any bells?â
I look up at Master Windu and he looks back at me with hope and I look down at Chancellor Palpatine and he looks up at me with fear, for he said those words to me not too long ago.
âI can sense you are torn between decisions, young Skywalker. May I add that the only reason the Council hasnât granted you the status of Master was because we were afraid the Chancellor was using you to spy on us?â Master Windu provides, âOnce this ordeal is over, the Council has decided to give you the title of Master.â
âEmpty promises, Anakin! He just wants to hinder you from making the best decision!â Chancellor Palpatine shouts.
âMake the right choice, Anakin.â He says calmly, ending his argument. I think about the Chancellor and his allegiance, about the Jedi Council and their decisions, and about (Y/N) and whatâs best for her.
âI understand what needs to be done, Master.â I reply and step back from the fight at hand. Master Windu nods in my direction and quickly thrusts his lightsaber into the former Chancellorâs heart. He gasps and dies moments later.
- 5 minutes later -
â⊠great. Everything went great.â Anakin finally states with a smile on his face.
âThatâs wonderful, Ani.â I say as I begin to feel something trickle down my leg. I step back from our hug only to double over in pain.
â(Y/N)! Are you alright?â Anakin asks, worry evident in his voice.
âYeah,â I manage to say, âmy water just broke. No big dealâŠâ
âOh dear.â I hear 3PO say from his place by the couch.
Anakin sweeps me off my feet with ease and rushes out the door. I grunt as I hold my stomach in an attempt to take away the pain.
He kisses my forehead, âDonât worry, Iâm taking you to the hospital.â I moan in response.
He runs to my speeder and gently places me in the passenger seat. He jumps into the pilot seat and wastes no time in speeding away from the apartment.
âAh!â I shout as the baby continues to kick me.
âThe contractions⊠Are they close together or far apart?â Anakin asks me and I respond with another proclamation of pain.
âClose together it is.â He says, somehow going faster than he already was.
Within a couple seconds, we are outside of the Hospital Plaza. Not the best place in my opinion, since this hospital is so close to the Senate building, but who am I to complain when thereâs a child pushing itself out of me?
Anakin messily parks the speeder in the hospital parking lot. He hurriedly jumps out, rushes to my side and picks me up in his arms once more, running into the hospital.
âSomeone, help! Sheâs going into labor!â Anakin shouts in the waiting room of the hospital. I groan after his plea and within seconds, a doctor and a couple of medical droids come with a stretcher. Anakin places me on the stretcher and follows them as they push me into an all-white room with various medical equipment.
The doctor stands in the doorframe and holds his hand out in front of Anakin, âSpouse only.â He states in a deep voice.
âWell good thing Iâm her husband.â I hear him reply sassily. If I werenât in so much pain, I might have laughed.
The doctor ushers him in, closes the door and shuts the curtains to the observation window.
âAgh!â I shout as I have been doing for the past couple minutes.
By the time Anakin comes over and holds my hand, theyâve already laid me down on the bed in the room and prepared me to have this baby.
âPush.â The mechanical voice of the medical droid instructs me.
âWell what do you think Iâve been doing for the past few minutes?!â I ask, exasperated.
Anakin chuckles beside me and holds my hand. I squeeze his hand with all my might to hopefully relieve some of the excruciating pain Iâm in. He bends down and whispers sweet nothings into my ear.
âItâs ok.â
âThe head is visible.â The droid states.
âThis will all be over soon.â
âThe lower body is all that is left.â It drones.
âIâm here for you.â
I close my eyes as I focus on the sound of his voice and bringing this child into the world.
âItâs a boy.â The medical droid says as it hands the baby over to the doctor.
âLuke.â I say, still in pain. Something tells me, Luke isnât the only baby Iâm giving birth to today.
The doctor finishes cleaning up Luke and gives him to Anakin.
âHello thereâŠâ He says as he cradles the baby.
âThere is another one on the way.â The droid confirms my suspicions.
âWhat?â Anakin says, surprised. He looks over at me, but Iâm too focused on getting this other baby out. This one is a lot less painful and comes out relatively quickly.
âItâs a girl.â It says, handing her to the doctor to get cleaned up.
âLeia.â I announce, finally done giving birth for the next couple of years.
The doctor finishes cleaning her up and hands her to me, âCongratulations, Ms. (L/N). Youâve given birth to-â
âTwinsâŠâ Anakin cuts him off with a smile on his face. He looks over at me and Leia and his smile widens.
âWhy Luke and Leia?â Anakin asked curiously.
âI donât know; those names just⊠spoke to me.â I decided.
âLuke and Leia SkywalkerâŠâ Anakin says, âhas a nice ring to it.â
A/N: I know the summary is essentially in the request, but I just thought Iâd give my summary vs. the requesterâs summary; whichever one explains the story better. Theyâre both there for the same purpose. Also, Iâm so sorry this took so long but my writerâs block paired with my lack of time is not a good comboâŠ
Master Winduâs voice boomed in the small meeting room of the Jedi Council, âPadawan (L/N) and Padawan Skywalker, youâve both been assigned to Senator Amidala.â
âThose who support the new bill, in danger they are.â Master Yoda confirms.
âYour mission starts right away.â Master Mundi added.
âYouâll find her in the hanger; she is waiting for your arrival.â Master Kenobi finishes off.
âYes, Master.â Anakin said as he bowed before the Council, a slight smile beginning to form at the corners of his lips.
âThank you for entrusting us with such as important task.â I bow as well before I leave the chamber with Anakin trailing behind me.
âYouâre familiar with her, right?â I ask, to clear the air on the way to the hangar, âSheâs the one youâve known since you were nine?â
âMhm.â Anakin confirms, the smile from before coming back full swing; completely oblivious to the feelings of insecurity beginning to radiate from my form.
âI seeâŠâ I reply, eyebrows furrowed in thought as we continue navigating the labyrinth that is the Jedi Temple.
Iâve never seen Senator Amidala before; only ever heard hearsay. Iâve either heard Anakin recall their memories together or happen to catch the occasional story from other Jedi. Other than that, Iâm going in blind; however, if I remember correctly, Anakin mistook her for an angel upon their first meeting. She must be beautiful was my last thought before I actually saw her and wow, she is gorgeous.
During my thinking, it turned out my feet carried me all the way to our destination.
My eyes followed Anakin as he âcasuallyâ walked up to what I assumed was Senator Amidala, as there were plenty of other Senators awaiting their Jedi escorts. I follow Anakin to the Senator and bow before her, as does he.
âSenator Amidala.â Anakin addresses her as he returns to a standing position.
âPadawan Skywalker.â She replies with a pearly white smile. I assume theyâre trying to keep it professional for any prying eyes.
âAnd you must be Padawan (L/N). Itâs nice to meet you.â She says, her focus and smile now on me.
âLikewise, Senator.â I respond, really taking in her features. She has flawless, fair skin and her chestnut brown hair is styled in a sophisticated up-do, adorned with a headpiece of some sort. She wears a rose tinted lipstick and light blush. Her chocolate brown eyes stare at me and my (E/C) ones stare right back. She really is beautiful, Iâm screwedâŠ
âShall we get going, ladies?â Anakinâs voice snaps me out of our staring contest.
âOf course.â I say a little too quickly, âSenator.â I extend my arm in the direction of her ship. She smiles at me, then at Anakin as she boards the ship.
After she boards, Anakin slips his hand into mine. I look around and see everyone minding their own business. I give his hand a squeeze as we walk into our new mission, together.
That was our first meeting. In the span of a standard year, weâve managed to meet 10 more times; getting assigned or passing by one another almost every month. Iâm sure this is quite irregular for any pair of Jediâs and a Senator.
By now, Anakin and I have been knighted.
Iâve brought up my insecurities to Anakin once before and he quickly shot them down; kissing them away. However, the more time we spend around the Senator, the more it seems to eat at my soul; the fact that this woman has been a Queen and a Senator in her life so far and sheâs still so young, older than us, but still young.
âGoodbye, Ani! (N/N)!â She calls out to Anakin and myself. I wave goodbye as she retreats into her ship and it leaves Coruscant for Naboo.
Anakin and I return to the Jedi Temple. Weâre standing in front of my door and we casually scan our surroundings. Once weâve determined no one is watching, I open the door and we rush inside.
Immediately, Anakinâs arms are around my figure and he buries his nose into my neck.
I giggle at the attention Iâm suddenly receiving, âYouâre so touch starved, Ani.â I say as I put my hands on top of his arms.
âYou donât know how hard it is to keep my hands away when weâre in the presence of others.â He says, muffled by my robes.
âI do actually.â I retort, turning to face him and whisper in his ear, âI suffer the same problem.â
âThen it must be fixed!â He sweeps me off my feet, âAni!â I shout in surprise. He hurriedly carries me to my bed and plops me on it.
âAnakin!â I say as I swat his shoulder, âYou should have let me take off my robes first! Do you know how dirty it is? Sitting on unknown ships and prancing about on the battlefieldâŠâ I trail off, beginning to take my robes off. He only chuckles at my little reprimanding rant.
âSorry, your highness. I wasnât aware you were afraid of a little dirt.â He replies good-naturedly as he too takes off his robes.
âDonât finish that sentence.â Anakin said authoritatively. I was so caught up in my thoughts, I completely forgot Anakin was with me. I turn to my right to see Anakin has settled in bed and has taken a hold of my hand.
He sits up and I mirror his actions. He turns towards me and grabs both of my hands. His cerulean orbs stare right into my soul. I forget, he has a knack for being able to read me like a book.
âYou are amazing too.â He reassures me.
âShe was a queen, Ani and Iâm-â
âYouâre a Jedi! Do you know how amazing you really are?â He asks with genuine curiousity.
âYou wake up every day â risk your life every day â to go fight for the Republic! You command the 343rd Battalion; entire platoons of men look to you every day for guidance. Your skills with a lightsaber are nearly unmatched AND youâre one of the most beautiful Jedi to have every roamed these halls.â He exasperates while flinging his arm to the door that leads to the halls.
âBut, do you know who I love as a lover? Who I love with all my heart and who I wish to spend the rest of my life with?â
I look at him with innocent doe eyes, soaking in his words like a sponge.
âYou, (Y/N). You are my best friend and the love of my life. Do you know how many times Iâve stared your way as a Padawan? Countless times. Or how happy I was whenever we got paired for a mission? I was exhilarated. Itâs the joy you get when your feelings for someone are so strong, you feel like youâll explode. Youâve always had my heart and never known it.â He finishes, or so I thought.
âI love you, (Y/N).â He says, letting go of my hands to grab both sides of my face, âWith all of my heart.â The tears that have been collecting at the corners of my eyes finally begin to fall; being told you are the love of someoneâs life and that they love you with all their heart makes you emotional.
His hands make quick work of wiping away the tears that cascade down my face.
âGood.â Anakin lays back and pulls me into his side; rubbing my arm with the calloused fingers of his left hand. I steady my breathing from the crying I just did and relax into him, sliding my right arm around his back to take residence on his waist. The room is settled in a comfortable silence; the only noises being the sound of our breathing.
âI love you too, by the way.â I say in a small voice, keeping my eyes down as my thumb strokes the skin on his waist. He turns is head and looks down at me with a smile and responds with two words:
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Summary: Reader is the queen of the alien planet, Roeâ Leor, a planet very rich in natural resources and starship fuel. It was previously a neutral system; however, the Republic has finally roped them in. In celebration and in honor of their alliance, the Queen has thrown a formal party to recognize this new friendship. Invitations extend to the royal family, the royal guard, royal officials as well as the staff, Republic Senators and the Jedi of course. After Aniâs met the Queen and after the dancing begins, Anakin gets jealous when he sees her dancing with another manâŠ
A/N: Iâve been experiencing the BIGGEST writers block and lack of time to write and Iâm SO sorry this took so long. I also had trouble trying to think of something that isnât overplayed like jedi! reader and senator! reader... Iâve had this in my drafts for a week now and I apologize I havenât published it until now... I hope it was worth the wait though :) A couple things I want to point out: 1) Roeâ Leor is a production of my imagination; itâs not a real planet in the Star War universe, 2) I imagine the handmaiden with a soft British accent, 3) you donât really get to fill in a lot because youâre an alien and your skin color, eye color, etc. is already pre-determined, 4) the Roeâ Leor culture is like a mix of Indian and Haiwaiian (certain thinks like names and outfits) and 5) this Anakin is kind of like a mix between rots! Anakin and tcw! Anakin. Iâm sorry I talk so much and enjoy! ~
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I look out of my large bedroom window as my handmaiden, Lei, prepares me for the event tonight. I just love the blues and purples that color the sky when the suns setâŠ
âI do as well, my lady.â Lei speaks up. I jump slightly at the sudden sound.
âI hadnât realized I said that aloudâŠâ I said, distractedly.
âWell, Iâm glad you did, your majesty. The sound of your voice is always lovely to hear, no matter the scarcity.â She replies with a small smile on her face. I smile back at her. What a wonderful girlâŠ
The thing about being Queen is Iâm not allowed to speak, only under specific circumstances like negotiations. Hearing my voice should be âa privilegeâ. I think itâs nonsense; but until my request goes through Leadership, I must adhere to the rulesâŠ
Lei adjusts the pallu part of the sari and places the traditional red flower behind my ear. She spins me around to look in the full-length mirror and I smile. She always does such excellent work making sure I look presentable. I look at Lei in the mirror and whisper a âthank youâ in our native tongue.
âYou are quite welcome, your highness.â She smiles and bows before leaving my presence.
I look in the mirror once more and really take in my appearance. The amber color of the sari and petticoat really compliments my green eyes and the vermillion of the choli, fine stitching and border look exquisite against my light orange skin. To top the whole look off, my hair is loose, free to fall in waves upon my shoulders. Luckily, it doesnât take too much away from the golden jewelry that adorns my body; the delicate necklace hanging upon my neck and the simple, yet elegant bangles that slip towards my wrist. If thereâs one thing I love about being Queen, itâs the fun I have while dressing up.
When Iâm done admiring Leiâs handiwork, I straighten my back and head for the main room of the palace; where the event is being held.
Outside my door, as I expected, are two of my most trusted bodyguards â who double as my governesses â to escort me; however, what I didnât expect was for a women from Leadership waiting for me as well. I bow politely and she bows back.
âYour grace, Iâve come before you to inform you that your request has been received and approved.â She says with a relaxed expression and a small smile.
âThatâs wonderful. Thank you for bringing me this information.â I reply, beyond jovial as a smile breaks out on my face.
âIt was my pleasure, your majesty. Enjoy the rest of your evening.â She bows and leaves me with my escorts.
Overjoyed that I can now speak as I please, I hug both of them.
âAlani, Kaila, I never thought Iâd see the day.â I express my extreme happiness with the information I just received.
âWeâre happy for you, your highness.â Alani replies with a smile on her face.
âWeâre glad your request went through successfully.â Kaila says as she pats my back.
I give them another squeeze before I straighten up, dust off my sari and clear my throat.
âCâmon ladies, we have a party to attend.â
As I walk forwards, Alani and Kaila follow suit. We make a beeline for the balcony area of the staircase and wait just behind the doorway for my cue to enter. I can already hear the noise of my guests and the party started but a few minutes ago.
- 15 minutes earlier â
âHalt.â A guard in front of the palace stops us.
âNames.â She demands and she looks at her scroll.
âAnakin Skywalker, Jedi Knight.â I say in a nonchalant tone and flash her my invitation. She looks at me, at the invitation and at her scroll. She nods and looks at Obi-Wan.
âObi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Master.â He says politely as he too shows his invitation. The guard nods and I proceed to make my way inside only to walk into her arm. I look up at her.
âIs there a problem?â I ask, eyebrow raised in hopes of getting some answers.
âYou must change your attire before entering the Queenâs palace.â She responds. Before I could open my mouth to ask my question, a women that appears to be a handmaiden approaches us with clothing in hand. Then, it dawned on me.
âThis would explain why we were measured last week.â Obi-Wan voiced my thoughts as he takes his suit and I take mine.
âYou may change your clothing in the rooms to the left.â She states with an authoritative tone and resumes her duties as the guard; checking the next guests invitation.
Obi-Wan and I head over to a small shack.
âDoesnât look like much.â I comment on the rough exterior of the âbuildingâ.
Obi-Wan chuckles, âWait until you see inside.â I furrow my eyebrows in confusion and push the door open. My eyes widened at the sight before me. The outside is an injustice to the interior. It was magnificently structured and much larger on the inside. The small palace was completely empty except for four decently-sized âroomsâ in the middle of the structure.
âNever judge a book by its cover, Anakin; Leori technology isnât anything to bat your eyes at.â He says condescendingly as he goes to change.
âYes, master.â I reply as I walk over to the changing âroomâ. Can it even be called a room? All of the âwallsâ are made of curtains.
I walk inside and shed the many layers of my Jedi robes along with my boots, belt and lightsaber.
âWhat do you know about this party, Anakin?â Obi-Wan asks from his changing âroomâ.
âThe Queen of Roeâ Leor has thrown this party has an act of goodwill to celebrate the alliance between the Republic and Roeâ Leor.â I say, repeating the words of the Jedi Council from earlier that week.
I gingerly pull on the blue button-up and thin black jacket that accompanies it.
âHave you ever met her?â He asks.
âThe Queen? No. I hear itâs a privilege to even hear her speak much less be in her presence.â I recall from one of the many briefings on Leori culture.
I slide on the black slacks as well as the black pointed shoes and clip my lightsaber to one of the belt loop of the pants. I walk out the same time Obi-Wan does.
I look at him and raise my eyebrow to accompany my smirk, âDonât you clean up nicely, master.â I say in a joking manner. Obi-Wan is dressed in similar clothing, just with different colors. His button up is a light brown while his suit jacket, pants and shoes are all a darker shade of the same color; like his Jedi robes.
He rolls his eyes at my comment then makes his way out of the shack and over to the entrance. I walk behind him and we walk back over to the guard.
She looks us up and down, âProceed.â She says after she recognizes us and deems our outfits acceptable.
We walk inside and look around. Music similar to what was playing in Hondoâs bar plays softly in the background as the people make conversation. I notice that some members of the Jedi Council, such as Mace Windu and Plo Koon have already arrived and have switched their usual attire for suits. The majority of the people in attendance are Leori; however I do spot the occasional Senator and Jedi.
âDid you know that Roeâ Leor is predominantly female and thatâs why they have a Queen instead of a King?â Obi-Wan pipes up from beside me as he examines the room and takes a bite of food from his plate.
âI did notâŠâ I trail off and instead of looking at their species, I look at their gender and notice heâs right. The majority of the Leori are women. The men only seem to be caterers and the occasional official.
A horn of some sort is blown from the balcony of the staircase. The attendees quiet down and move their attention to a small girl, no more than the age of a youngling.
âPlease welcome her royal highness, Queen (L/N).â She says in a high-pitched voice as âQueen (L/N)â emerges from the doorway on the left. She looksâŠmagnificent. Sheâs younger than I expected her to be.
The yellow and red of her sari compliments her skin well. She strolls over to the balcony and stands between her two bodyguards elegantly. Applause erupts from the crowd. Both guards hold a hand out and the applause ceases.
âGood evening, people of Roeâ Leor and representatives of the Republic. As you all know, Iâve thrown this party to celebrate our newfound friendship with the Republic. I hope you enjoy your evening as well as make friends with our new partners.â She finishes and descends down the stairs. Thunderous applause erupts once more from the people in attendance.
âI thought the Queen wasnât allowed to speak?â I ask Obi-Wan with confusion, never taking my eyes off of her.
âMust have been a recent change in their rulesâŠâ Obi-Wan mused, stroking his beard.
âOh.â I respond simply as I take notice that the bodyguardâs leave Queen (L/N)âs side as she greets some politicians. She talks with them for a short amount of time before she scans the room and her eyes on land on me.
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I bow as I finish my conversation with Senator Poli and Representative Jeeloy. Iâve made it my goal to introduce myself to every Republic attendee as to become familiar with one another and explain the new rule put into place by Leadership. I look around the large space and my eyes land on a rather handsome young man who already appears to be staring in my direction. I suppose Iâve found my next conversation.
I walk over to him and his eyes never leave me. A regular man would have already looked away in fear or insecurity; an interesting specimen indeedâŠ
âGood evening gentlemen.â I say as I bow before the young man and his slightly older companion.
Now that Iâm within a closer proximity, the young man is quite attractive for a Jedi. He has dirty blonde hair that falls in waves at his shoulders. His eyes are a blue so magnificent, Iâve only ever seen it in the majestic waves of our ocean. His skin is a flawless tan color and his lips look as plush as a pillow.
âMy name is Anakin Skywalker, but you can call me Anakin, your highness.â The young man, Anakin, says as he bows. He grabs my hand and places a chaste kiss upon it. I can already feel my heart racing at his actions. He releases my hand, but he never takes his striking blue eyes off of me.
âYour majesty, Obi-Wan Kenobi.â The older man, Obi-Wan, also bows.
âMay I say, both of your names are quite unique?â I comment on the names theyâve given me.
âThank you, my lady. May I ask yours?â Anakin questions me.
â(Y/N) (L/N)âŠâ
â(Y/N)âŠâ He whispers under his breath.
ââŠbut no one every addresses me as such as it is customary to address me as âQueen (L/N)â or other terms of respect including âyour graceâ, âyour highnessâ, âyour majestyâ, âmy ladyâ and so forth...â I finish, matter-of-factly.
âOf course, my lady.â Anakin says as the mischievousness of a thousand younglings cross his eyes.
âHow are you enjoying the party so far, Mr. Kenobi?â I ask, shifting my attention to his friend as the look heâs giving me makes my heart beat a little too fast for my taste.
âPlease, Obi-Wan, your majesty. We are partners, not strangers.â He corrects me.
I nod in return, âOf course, Obi-Wan.â He continues.
âI must say, youâve thrown a lovely party.â He comments as he scans the crowd.
âThank you; do you like the food?â I ask, looking at both Anakin and Obi-Wan this time, âI heard many of these foods are popular on Coruscant, the Republic capital...â
âThe food is excellent, your grace. Nothing to worry about.â He says reassuringly with a small smile.
âWonderful.â I reply, returning his smile. âBefore I forget, if youâve been briefed on our culture, youâll know Iâm not normally permitted to speak; however, a change in the rules have been made by both Leadership and myself.â I say, clearing up any confusion if there was any.
âNow, if youâll excuse meâŠâ I begin.
âObi-Wan,â I say while nodding in his direction, âAnakin.â I look in his direction.
âI must acquaint myself with the other patrons.â I bow.
âOf course, your highness.â Obi-Wan replies.
âDonât let us distract you from your royal duties.â Anakin comments with a smile. I smile back and start walking to find the next Jedi or Senator.
- 30 minutes later â
After half an hour of walking and talking, I think I need a break. I pull a chair from one of the many tables in the hall and take a seat. I take a deep breath and exhale.
Iâve already spoken with all of the members of the Jedi Council, 8 Jedi Knights and their padawans and 300 congressmen and women and thatâs not even half.
The dancing will begin shortly, so I hope I get to rest my feet for just a few minutesâŠ
Not too long into my relaxing, I hear two chairs being pulled out. I take a deep breath, straighten my posture and put on a smile. I look up to see Kaila and Alani slumped in their chairs. I break out into a real smile and relax my shoulders.
âHello ladies, you guys look as exhausted as I am and it hasnât even been an hour.â I joke.
Kaila laughs exhaustedly, âDo you know how many touchy Senators weâve had to shoo away from the poor female attendees? That Orn Free Taa? Too touchy for my likingâŠâ I laugh.
âThe men of the Republic need etiquette.â Alani agrees with closed eyes.
âPerhaps not all of themâŠâ I say quietly. At my addition, both Kaila and Alani open their eyes and straighten up excitedly, forgetting their exhaustion.
âOh?â Kaila asks with a smirk. I now realize my addition was a mistake; not only are Alani and Kaila my caretakers, but they are also my best friends and unfortunately love gossip.
âDo tell of the well-mannered men youâve encountered this evening.â Alani urges with her elbows on the table and her hands underneath her chin.
âWellâŠâ I start, going through my evening so far, âSenator Organa and Senator Farr were very polite, unlike the Senators youâve had to deal with.â I counter with triumph.
âIâve also met multiple Jedi who were nothing but well-mannered and polite.â
âLike who?â Kaila pushed.
âLike-like Master Mace Windu.â I reply, âMaster Yoda and Master Obi-Wan KenobiâŠâ
ââŠand Anakin Skywalker.â I finish off quiet, voice uneven. Just saying his name makes my voice waver. Iâve never met a man whoâs had this kind of effect on me beforeâŠ
âAnakin SkywalkerâŠâ Alani repeats, âIf I remember correctly he came last week with Master Kenobi for his fittingâŠâ
âA rather handsome young manâŠâ Kaila repeats my words from earlier.
Suddenly, I hear the ringing of a single bell signifying the beginning of the first dance. I quickly stand up, âExcuse me!â I say quickly and loudly as I rush to the balcony. Iâm not even out of earshot when I hear them giggling.
I take deep breaths to steady my heartrate while I climb the stairs. I reach the top and clear my throat and the audience quiets down.
âThe ringing of the first bell indicates the first of two dances. For the first dance, Leori will dance with Leori and this is the same for the people of the Republic. This illustrates our situations before our alliance. For the second dance, it will be mixed. It is mandatory for a Leori to dance with someone of the Republic and vice-versa. This illustrates our situation after our alliance. You have 5 minutes to choose your partner if you wish to dance as the first dance is not mandatory.â I finish and descend the steps for the second time this evening.
I stop at the foot of the stairs and weigh my options. I could a) return to my table and get pestered about Anakin or b) women up and find a partner.
Before I decide what to do, a familiar voice cuts into my thoughts.
âItâs been a while, sis.â A male voice announces. I look to my right and see my older brother, (B/N), with his arms open.
A huge smile replaces my thoughtful look and I rush into his arms, âBrother! What are you doing here?â I ask excitedly and squeeze him.
He wheezes, âI could tell you if I could breathe.â He manages; I immediately release him, âSometimes you donât even recognize your own strength, (N/N).â He says using my childhood nickname as he rubs his sides.
âYou forget, I married a Senator of the Republic after I refused the throne?â (B/N) reminds me; even though our planet is predominantly female, he is older and would have been next in line.
âAh, yes. I was so busy with the preparation of the party. It slipped my mindâŠâ I admit, âHow have you been? Is the money I sent enough? Do you need more? If you do, I can-â
â(Y/N), calm down. Iâm fine and the money you sent is enough; I donât need anymore, trust me.â He reassures me, âWe can catch up later; for now, may I have this danceâŠâ He asks, extending his hand towards me. I raise my eyebrow at him.
ââŠyour highness?â He adds. I smile, glad he hasnât forgotten the ways of our people.
The horn sounds as the classical music played by the orchestra in the sound room begins to play over the speakers. The first dance has begun.
I scan the crowd when my eyes land on the Queen, who appears to be dancing with a man at least half a foot taller then her. The man sheâs dancing with is attractive, to say the least. He has elegant features and whatever heâs saying to her makes her laugh; a laugh most likely so scarce only a select group of people ever get to hear it.
What is he saying thatâs so funny? I thought when I heard the shattering of my glass. I guess my jealously paired with my prosthesis isnât necessarily a good mix. Luckily, my beverage only spilled into the plate below with few drops of it on the tablecloth. I disregard my drink and return my attention to the Queen. Her partner spins her and she seems to be having a great time. Itâs hard to be jealous when she smiles like thatâŠ
My thoughts are cut off when the music stops. The two separate and they bow before the Queen ascends the stairs. Sheâs most likely announcing the second dance⊠I suppose thatâs my cue; good thing I did my research...
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âI hope you had a lovely time with your first partner; however, it is now time to choose your second. The second dance will begin shortly. You have 5 minutes to choose your next partner.â I announce and descend the stairs for, hopefully, the last time. I reach the foot of the stairs when a Senator approaches me.
âWould you like to dance, your majesty?â he asks.
âNo thank you.â I respond politely. He nods and walks away. Another Senator walks up, one from Ryloth.
âCare to dance, your highness?â He asks with his hand extended in my direction.
âIâll have to pass, Senator.â I reply. He looks at me and rolls his eyes as he walks away.
âExcuse me, my lady.â A voice intervenes; not a familiar voice, but one Iâve heard before. I turn around to be met with Anakin Skywalker.
âAnakin.â I say, hopefully.
He smiles at me, âMay I have this danceâŠâ He extends his hand to me, ââŠyour highness?â I smile and rest my hand in is, âYou may.â
The horn sounds again as another song plays over the speakers. Something along the lines of classical and tango; a rather interesting mix to describe the alliance between us.
âIf I may, did you really know how to ask me to dance or was it luck?â I ask out of curiousity as he leads me to the dance floor. He grabs my hand with his right and places his left on my waist. He pulls me close and whispers in my ear, âI knew.â At this, my heartrate picks up once more.
He resume our dance at normal distance.
âYour grace, if I may, who were you dancing with earlier?â Anakin asks as we continue to glide across the floor.
âOh, that was my brother, (B/N). Many think heâs given up his prince status, but he merely rejected king status and still remains crown prince of Roeâ Leor.â I inform him, thinking nothing of the question.
âI see. So, your majesty, are you aware of the dangers that come with being partnered with the Republic?â
âYes. Since Roeâ Leor is no longer a neutral system, the Separatists will now target us given our change in position.â
âHave you increased your security?â He asks as he dips me.
âTripled.â I respond as he lifts me back up.
âHas the Republic asked about outposts?
âYes.â
âAnd your answer?â
âAnakin Skywalker, did you ask me to dance for business of for pleasure?â I ask, finally feeling more comfortable in his presence.
âOfficially, business.â He responds as he spins me similar to how (B/N) spun me earlier.
âUnofficially?â I ask. He smiles at me and whispers in my ear with a sultriness that makes my heart melt, âPleasure.â Then, as he dips me, the last note of the song is played.
He brings me back to a standing position.
âIt was a pleasure dancing with you, Anakin Skywalker.â I say as I bow, still a little disoriented from his answer.
âPlease,â he bows and grabs my hand similar to our first meeting, âthe pleasure was mine.â and he kisses it.
âWeâll see more of each other in the future, your highness.â He gives me a jaunty salute then walks over to Obi-Wan.
Never in my life have I ever wanted a man so badly.
Little did I know, even though I made my comment internally, Anakin was still close enough to listen in on my thoughts and walked away with a smile on his face...
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I leave the Queen to return to her queenly duties and walk over to Obi-Wan.
âYou looked rather cozy dancing with the Queen.â He noted.
âReally? I didnât noticeâŠâ I replied coyly.
âLetâs just hope that you havenât ruined our friendship when itâs only just begun.â He states as he makes his way over to Master Yoda.
I smile and look back at the Queen and sheâs talking to her bodyguards.
Farewell, your highness. Until our next meetingâŠ
The Queenâs eyes widen and her attention is turned towards me. I smile at her and she smiles back.
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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Your P.O.V.
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
â
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.
â
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 toâŠ
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 youâŠâ 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 soâŠâ 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 shipâŠ
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 stationsâŠâ 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 somethingâŠ
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 sureâŠI 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...
Aw, how sweet.
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.
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 handâŠâ He trails off. He places his hand on mine and looks me right in my eyes.
ââŠI 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.
A/N: I read up on poly relationships and it said that there could be many aspects and I chose what I thought was the best fitting one. I hope this is what you had in mind and I hope you like it anon! (also, I misread and thought there was no gender preference so if you peep a âtheyâ or âthemâ, appropriately accommodate the pronouns :)
Your P.O.V.
Itâs my first day as a Jedi Knight and I already have my first assignment:
Escort Senator Amidala, along with Jedi Knight Skywalker, back to her home on Naboo; where we will be watching over her due to multiple threats on her life.
Could this mission get any better? I thought as I walked the halls of the Jedi Temple.
I get to escort a beautiful senator and former Queen as well as work alongside âThe Chosen Oneâ, Anakin Skywalker! Not only is he talented in the Force but heâs also super attractive! This is-
âOof!â My thoughts are cut off as I bump into wall and land on my butt. I didnât know I was supposed to make a turn yetâŠ
âAre you alright?â A deep voice pulls me from my discombobulation. I look up to see Anakin Skywalker, in the flesh!
âSo I didnât walk into a wall?â I ask, still a little dizzy. I hear him chuckle.
âNo, Iâm afraid not.â He says as he extends his hand to me. I grab it and he pulls me up, straight into his chest.
âYouâre a lot lighter than I expected, Jedi Knight (L/N). â Anakin points out as I shake my head in hopes of gathering my thoughts.
âYou already know who I am?â I ask, confused.
âOf course, we are supposed to be going on a mission togetherâŠâ He says, matter-of-factly.
âYes, of course.â I say, finally putting together the puzzle pieces that are my thoughts.
âShall we?â He asks with a charming smile as he extends his arm in the way of the ship weâll be taking. I do a little nod before I begin walking.
Wow, first meeting with Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker and youâve managed to pass yourself off as a klutz. Great job, (Y/N)⊠I mused, walking alongside him.
âIs something the matter?â He asks as we continue down the hall.
âYour eyebrows are furrowed and Iâm sensing huge waves of anxiety.â Anakin notes, concern in his beautiful blue eyes.
âNothingâs the matter; Iâm just nervous.â I provide with a small smile in his direction.
âI donât know if you are aware of this fact, but this is not only my first mission as a Jedi Knight but it is also my first day.â I inform him.
âNot only am I working for Senator Amidala, whose looks are as intimidating as they are beautiful and whose kindness is so inspiring; Iâm also working with âThe Chosen Oneâ and managed to make a fool of myself during out first encounter.â I say all at the same time, words blending into one another.
âWow, it felt good to get all of that off my chestâŠâ I mutter.
âI wouldnât say you made a fool of yourselfâŠâ Anakin says at an attempt of comfort as he places his hand on my shoulder. In response, my heartbeat picks up speed.
âSheâs more beautiful up closeâŠâ I mumble.
âThat she is.â Anakin confirms as he too makes his way to the ship.
On a mission with two unbelievably gorgeous individuals, how will I survive? I ask myself as I make my way onto the ship and into the co-pilot seat. Itâs not long before Anakin has the ship up and running for the five hour flight ahead.
For the first couple hours, Anakin and I made conversation. We talked about our childhood in the first hour.
âBack on TattooineâŠâ He began.
â⊠so much sandâŠâ He said with annoyance.
ââŠpretty good mechanic, still am now.â He stated proudly with a wide smile on his face.
âWhat about you?â He inquired.
âBorn on Corellia, Grew up on Coruscant.â I started.
ââŠdonât remember my parents too much. The Council sensed the Force in me when I was⊠3?â I questioned, not quite remembering.
ââŠassembled my first lightsaberâŠâ I recall with a smile on my face.
The second hour passed quickly while conversing about the topic of Jedi training, when we were still padawans.
âObi-Wan Kenobi fresh out of the Jedi TrailsâŠâ He voiced.
âPlo Koon⊠very calm and monotone.â I professed.
ââŠworked with Senator Amidala before. She was still Queen when Obi-Wan and I got assigned to her.â He revealed.
ââŠwith many Senators before; but, never a Queen turned SenatorâŠâ I said.
ââŠoutside of training⊠mechanics⊠built C-3PO to help my momâŠâ He reminisced with a sad smile on his face.
ââŠreading and gardening⊠learn about different cultures and social norms⊠plants are very calmingâŠâ I reply.
For the third hour, I actually had to fly the ship as Anakin took a break to talk to the Senator.
âHello, my love.â I say as I put my arm around her shoulder, giving her a kiss on the cheek, not wanting to interrupt her.
âHey.â She greets me back as she closes the hologram she was working on and smiles at me. I lean in and kiss her. She wastes no time in kissing me back. I break apart and give her a quick peck on the lips.
âRemember how you talked about a polyamorous relationship?â I bring up.
âYes. I think it will be an interesting experience as well as good insight as to how that sort of relationship would work.â She replied.
âWhat do you think about (Y/N)?â I ask in relation to the first question.
âI think she is very nice and very attractive; however, I havenât spent too much time with her given this is our first meeting.â She points out.
âAh, that is correct.â I reply and furrow my eyebrows in response.
âWould you like to talk to her?â I ask, first making sure we are on the same page.
âOf course! She seems like an interesting conversationalist.â She says in response.
âIâll be back before the end of our trip.â I say with a smile on my face as I kiss her and leave for the cockpit.
I walk back in and take my seat in the pilotâs chair. I strap in and tap (Y/N) on the shoulder. She turns her head to me quickly and removes the com from her head and replace it with a wireless one.
âOh! Jedi Knight Skywalker! I didnât hear you enter!â She says apologetically.
âNo worries and you can call me Anakin.â I say with a smile. I see her cheeks tint with the faintest shade of red as I put the com back on and leave one ear open.
âHow do you feel about the âno attachmentsâ rule?â I ask, jumping right in.
âWell, I understand why the Jedi Council has the rule in place. If a Jedi had attachments, they would have feelings that could be turned against them.â She reasoned.
âAs Master Yoda says, âFear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.ââ She says. I laugh in response.
âThat was a pretty good Yoda impression.â I compliment her as she laughs too.
âThanks⊠But, even though those feelings can be turned against them, I believe they can also be used for good.â She replies, countering her first point.
âEmotions can lead to good things as much as they can lead to bad things. Itâs all up to the Jedi in question⊠Me personally? I believe I can keep my emotions in check for me to be in a relationship. It wouldnât completely cloud my judgement.â She finish off. I nod.
This can work.
âAh, before I forget; Senator Amidala wishes to speak to you.â I say, sending (Y/N) to the cargo bay.
â(Y/N) is a wonderful name; (Y/N).â She says simply, then she stretches the syllables of my name out.
âWhen you say it like that, you make it sound much better than it actually is.â I say and provide her with a small smile. She laughs once more. Her laughter could be compared to the ringing of small bells; quite melodious.
âSo, (Y/N). What do you like to do when you are not swinging around your lightsaber?â She questions.
A question as simple as my interests got the ball rolling. From there, we talked about her transition from Queen to Senator, my life as a Padawan learner, life on our respective planets and even touched the subject of our preferences.
âSo youâre in a secret relationship? That must be hardâŠâ I say in response to the information just entrusted to me.
No! Sheâs in a relationship! You canât fantasize about spending your life with her! You are also a Jedi, forbidden from having attachments! Would I be willing to break the Jediâs most important rule to hear this laughter for the rest of my life? I wonder and I stare into her dazzling light brown eyes.
Suddenly, I hear a beeping. I tap my comlink.
âOne hour until we reached our destination.â Anakin voices in my ear.
âI could use some backup here, flying through an asteroid field.â He continues.
That would explain the sudden shaking and turning of the shipâŠ
âYou must return, I understand. Be safe out there.â She wishes with a pearly white smile as she grasps my hand and pulls herself up.
âOf course.â I reply and smile right back. I walk towards the cockpit and strap in. I look ahead and see the asteroid field continue for at least 6 meters. I grab the wheel and help Anakin steer.
In no time, we are out of the field. I breathe a sigh of relief as that could have gone a lot worse. I settle back into my seat when I see Anakin begin to speak.
âIâm going to go and check on the kind of damage those asteroids did.â He stated.
âOf course.â I nod and place the comlink on my head once more, one ear open. He smiles and leaves.
Anakinâs P.O.V.
I walk out of the cockpit and head to the cargo bay. I walk over to the panel in the shipâs interior and open it up; analyzing if any of the wires were knocked out of place.
I place my hand on the interior to feel the ship; check if any asteroids remained on the ships exterior and how many dents it made. So far, no asteroids were stuck; however, there are a considerable amount of dents.
Iâll have to fix that when we return to Coruscant.
âSo? What did you think?â I ask, curious of her final answer. She sits there in silence, pondering.
âI think⊠I like her.â She reveals with a smile on her face. In return, my own face breaks out in a smile.
âWonderful!â I exclaim.
âShe is as nice as I originally thought and an easy person to talk to; she is also considerably attractive. Not only that, but a very good listener as well. She sat through my boring transition talk from Queen to Senator and even provided some commentary.â She finished off with nothing but positive things to say about (Y/N).
âThen itâs settled. Once we land on Naboo and we are settled at the safe houseâŠâ I begin.
I hear Anakin reenter the cockpit as Nabooâs cities come into view.
âEver been?â I hear him ask as he begins to help me land.
âTo Naboo? A couple times in my earlier stages as a padawan, but not as recently as to where I can rememberâŠâ I reply, focusing on landing the ship.
âIt is as beautiful as it is intense. This is especially true in regards to their beauty culture.â He says with a chuckle.
âIndeed. The Scar of Remembrance being especially important to the make-up the rulers of Naboo wear as well as the twin red dots of âbalanceâ and symmetryâ.â I say excitedly. Skywalker looks at me with both eyebrows raised, presumably impressed by my knowledge of Nabooian beauty culture.
âI said I read a lot of books.â I laugh in response to his facial expression.
âThat you did.â He smiles as he nods his head in agreement.
