Destined (Part Two)

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How many times must we revisit this topic????????

I understand 😞 let us never question if we are on the same page again.

Do you still love me 😔🧍🏻‍♀️

Of course I do; I wrote that fic for you. I know it took a long time... but... I didn't think you would question my love for you..

First Glance (Part Two)

It had been a ridiculously long time since you have last seen Anakin. All due to the sudden wave of Jedi trainings, sparring, missions and improving yourself that washed over you like a bucket of ice cold water. Nevertheless, you had to prepare yourself to take the trials. During sessions with the Council, missions with your master and sparring with other Padawan's, you found your mind focused more than ever.

Naturally, with your strict schedule of seemingly endless work, you found no time to think of wandering the Jedi Temple halls. Tempting as they may be, you did commit to undergo Jedi training, and as a Padawan, you had to stay focused. You were determined to not let anything stand in your way, even if it did cost you the possibility of seeing Anakin again. Currently, your mind was busy with turning into bed with a heavy head and full stomach.

Changing gracefully into your nightgown, you couldn't stop your eyes from wandering to the door to your quarters. Just beyond those doors was the chance to clear your head, to get Anakin out of your head. Even then, your feet stayed planted firmly onto the smooth carpet, once done with your nightgown, you walked to your bed, slipping under the covers with a relieved sigh.

As you closed your eyes, you felt your entire body relax and your mind start to rest. No doubt the best part of your day, you let yourself go completely, surrendering to the mansions of rest. A few hours into your peaceful slumber, Anakin slipped into your room. Why? Because he longed to see you. Over the time you two had been away, his mind was restless with thoughts of speaking to you again, and once he haunted the halls of the Temple, while others were completely unaware, he was waiting for you. When you never once showed, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

And that is what led him to you now, his eyes went to your sleeping figure, taking in your amicable figure, how your chest heaved in a serene rhythm, it made him feel a need to protect you. He sat in a chair a few feet from your bed, studying how your sleeping figure was lightened by the beams of twilight that sneaked in through your window.

"I've missed you, Y\N." He breathed, as quiet as the wind. Anakin leaned forward, close to your face as he caressed your cheeks. A touch characterized by the amount of affection he felt for you now, which he did not completely understand at this moment. Touching you felt like a dream, even if it was just your cheeks, it made him feel whole. You stirred, turning ever so slightly, and Anakin retracted back into his chair. Had he awoken you? "Anakin?" You asked softly, and he could feel his heartbeat speed up a great deal.

"Yes?" He answered, his shining blue eyes quickly darting to your eyes. "What are you doing in here?" Your eyes flutter open slightly, feeling your sleepiness wear off ever so slightly at the sound of his voice. "I missed you, of course." Anakin grinned at you. Propping yourself on your elbows, you gazed at him. "Well, I missed you as well." His grin widened at your words. "So, how've you been?" He inquires, leaning back in his chair. "Stressed. How about you? How's your Jedi training going?" Anakin shrugs at you, his grin disappearing, replaced by a more annoyed expression. "Fine, I suppose. I've been having these... nightmares."

You tilt your head at him, curiosity piqued. "Try me." He sighs, standing up from his chair, his hands rubbing his face. "It's about my mom. Remember when I told you we were sold to a slave owner on Tatooine?" You nod. "Well, Qui-Gon rescued only me, so I had to leave her." The feeling in his words was real, as his fist clenched tightly. "What are your dreams of your mother about, specifically?"

Anakin glares at you, instantly you can see the fire in them; reckless, determined but also wounded and flightless. "She's dying, over and over and everytime I get there, it's too late." Tears begin to slowly, painfully prick at his eyes. "She's being hurt and I can't get there. I promised her I would come back.." Anakin's voice raises slightly. "What is the point of this? Torturing her? What has it all come to?" He scowls, his gaze focused intently on the floor. "Anakin, go see your mother." His head snaps toward you, his radiant blue eyes darkened by a uncertainty. "What?" You nod reassuringly, slipping out of your bed and placing a reassuring hand to his shoulder. "Yes, you should."

It takes him a few moments to respond before his eyes trail down to yours, and he slowly wraps his arms around you. "Will you.... will you come with me, Y\N?" He asks, no- pleads, into your ear, his voice soft but shaky and urgent. "Yes." You answer simply, returning his hug with your own, embracing him as you both held onto his each other for what felt like seconds, but was actually minutes. Once Anakin pulled away, he gazed intently into your eyes, trying to scope out any sense of a lie, an empty promise. The moment he could properly reassure himself you were being truthful, he pulled you into another hug.

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A\N: I'm going on Thanksgiving break in a few days, and I have to study to get my grades up before the end of the semester, so I have no real idea when part three will come out, but if it doesn't come out during my break or over this weekend, it will come out the week after my break (Two weeks, at most.)

Christmas With Them Scenarios! (Part Two)

Anakin Skywalker: It was already planned, for you both to have a private Christmas together. He was most eager to celebrate with you after a specifically long and hard mission, being with you and in your presence brought him all the joy in the world, regardless of the holiday or not. He sat up in the middle of the night on the 23rd, meticulously handcrafting special ornaments for you and him to hang on the tree.

You and him had went to a light store in Coruscant and searched for Christmas lights, wondering what might catch either of your eyes. The moment you had found something that you both thought would go great with the medium-length tree and the special handcrafted ornaments, Anakin bought it. You both, despite having to keep your relationship secret, found it comforting to go to stores together.

On the night of the 24th, you had gotten Anakin a few presents, and though he doesn't know it, you were sure he was going to love it. The set of an exact replica of a complex pod racer, much like that of his from his younger years. You had been saving it up, passing his birthdays with other creative gifts and now, with the joy and the anticipation of finding out what one another has gotten, it seemed perfect. Although unsure of what Anakin has in store for you, it was sure to be nothing short of spectacular.

In the early morning before the sun announced itself, you were shaken awake by an eager Anakin. "Let's go, love, come on." He urged you. With a sleepy smile, you get up. He leads you to the living room, where the tree radiated the colorful glow of the lights you both had agreed on. Under the tree laid no more than four presents wrapped both neatly and bearing tags to whom it is for and from. "Anakin, it's beautiful." You breath, beaming at the dazzling display.

"It gets better." He tells you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he leads you to where he had strung up matching Stockings. You chuckle at the sight, unaware that he had done this. One of the stockings read your name and you went over to it, to see it had an assortment of your favorite candy and foods. "It's great, Ani. Wonderful." You embrace him tightly, and he wraps his arms around you as well, resting his chin atop your head. "Wanna open the presents?" He grins and with a childlike enthusiasm, you nod.

You both go over to the presents, sitting down and taking one, before looking at each other. "Ready?" Anakin asks. "Born ready." You confirm and before you both know it, you've torn through all of the presents. Anakin had gifted you a special velvet box, in which he had told you to save for last. Shrugging, you open the other one, which had been a customized lamp to show the sunrise of Coruscant. The details had been immaculate and the craftsmanship was something she had seen before but hadn't known at the same time. Nevertheless, the real thing was that Anakin and you had an incredible Christmas you both wouldn't soon forget.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Announcing the idea to him meant Obi-Wan thinking about it critically. Wondering if it would mean he would have to cancel any missions or important meetings with the Council, but after a bit of finding out, he decided he could spend this holiday with you.

Due to his loyalty to the Order and being the respective and honorable Jedi Master\General he is, he's never celebrated Christmas. However, once he met you and fell madly in love with you, he's learned to adopt whatever makes you happy or brings that loving smile to your lips that he absolutely melts for. When you explain to him what Christmas is about and that it involves a tree, lights, presents and immense joy, Obi found himself growing fondly of this upcoming holiday, despite not experiencing it yet.

The tree, lights and ornaments from your previous Christmases with yourself and\or friends and family immediately were strung flawlessly creating the display of the next few days of radiance, like a sun in the center of your guys' home. As for presents, you had figured Obi-Wan wouldn't mind if you had gotten him something he could use for a good while: a graphic-designed mug with a few detailed cats printed on it with the bolden words: Tired Cinnamon Roll. The wrapping process was one you found as easy as breathing, seeing as you had wrapped at least a few before.

You didn't think of anything that Obi could have gotten you, leaving that up to him and welcoming whatever he would give to you. But you knew Christmas wasn't just about the gifts, it was about the celebration of joy and family. In the afternoon of December 25th, you and Obi-Wan had finished breakfast and bathing together in the romantic, candlelit bathtub and were mutually eager to open the presents and stockings together. As you both took each other's present, you waited to see if he was ready, and with a nod, you both began to unwrap your presents, the delicate mug in which you had gotten for Obi-Wan was certainly dazed by the gift but nonetheless more in love with you and your kindness.

"Thank you." He whispered to you, his hand upon yours, squeezing ever so gently. "You're welcome." You smiled radiantly at him, unwrapping his gift for you, which was, a set of beautifully uniquely scented lotions and soaps, along with a few candles in which he knew you liked the smells of. At this, you place your hand over your mouth, speechless at the gifts and enchanted by the man you call your boyfriend, Christmas was now bound to become a tradition.

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Note: Hey! This is a planned but ridiculously overdue Christmas Scenarios. I've just gotten off my Winter Break and I wanted to finish it.

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.....Who told you?

You're On Your Period Scenarios!

Anakin Skywalker: It was sudden, not something you were expecting at all. You both were laying on the bed, cuddling while watching a cheesy romantic comedy, Anakin occasionally littering the top of your head with kisses and making snide comments about the predictable plot and select characters. While he said something particularly funny and you laughed, a warm sensation spread across the bundle of blankets and sheets you were sitting on.

"Hold on, pause it. I have to go to the bathroom." You told him, jumping off the mountain of comfy warmth and waddling over to the bathroom, closing the door behind you. Just as you got done, you felt a wave of painful cramps crash over you like waves hitting the shore, except it wasn't comforting or soothing, it hurt, like hell. Standing up, you can see the clear red in the toilet behind you, and the realization hit you. You're on your period. However, this epiphany had also reached Anakin. "Hey, sweetness, what's with the bloodbath on the bed?" He calls, although he knows the answer.

With a grumble, you flush the toilet and grab a pad under the sink and put it on, heading out of the bathroom. "Sorry, Ani. I didn't realize it was time." Anakin laughs, his hand dismissively waving away your apology as if it were a nosy fly. "No need, baby. C'mon, let's cuddle. I'll make you some ramen." He says before taking off the stained blankets and sheets, changing them for another assortment, spraying them with a stain remover and hoarding them into the washer, turning it on. "Get comfy." He instructs with a grin as he goes out to make the ramen he promised.

Obi Wan Kenobi: Obi-Wan and you were talking, it was after one of his numerous meetings with his fellow Jedi masters and Anakin, so he was determined to spend the rest of the time with you. He invited you into his ship and was telling you about his recent missions, recent concernings with the Jedi Order, Senate, etc. while he gently and absentmindedly caressed your hair.

"And that is, stressfully, what today has had in store for me. I hope the Council will understand to make notice of these concerns." He said with a heavy sigh, withdrawing his hand from your hair and rubbing his forehead exhaustedly. "It's okay, Obi. Let's just go home, yeah?" You suggest, knowing from his bustling day, he surely had been tired and his previous action made you aware of that. So, you offered to drive.

"Oh, princess. What would I do without you?" You heard him murmur as his head rested against his hand, gazing at Coruscant. Once you both arrived back at your shared home, you and Obi-Wan silently agreed to fall asleep together. So, Obi-Wan wrapped his arms securely around your lower half and kissed your neck a few times. "Goodnight, my love." Before falling asleep. As did you. But, as you woke up hours later, in the early hours of the AM, you found that your stomach was hurting exponentially. So you carried yourself to the bathroom.

Both in the toilet on the bottom side of your robes, you found the unmistakable sight of red blood and you huffed a sigh of annoyance. Your period had come, and with a vengeance. You scowled as you ripped the pad open and placed it on your underwear and flushed the toilet, pulling up your robes, upset that you had to deal with a week of progressively worse hell. You hurriedly went to the kitchen, fixing yourself a hot snack to help ease the cramps for a bit. Then, you climb into bed beside a peacefully sleeping Obi-Wan. Or so you thought. You feel a hand go to your shoulder and a groggy voice. "What is it, lovely? Has something happened?"

You shake your head. "Nope. Just my period." At this, Obi-Wan let out a soft sigh and his hand trailed down to your stomach, rubbing soothing circles, knowing how bad your cramps and mood swings can get. "Alright, let's go back to sleep. It'll ease them a bit, I'm sure. Tell me if you need anything okay? I love you." He said, stroking your hair until you fell asleep.

Luke Skywalker: It had been the same as always, a scorching day on the rock and desert planet of Tatooine. However, what made it remarkably better was the company of your boyfriend, Luke. His little playful teases and giggles made the day more bearable. Just a few days ago, you had started your period, and Luke, as always, had been sweet to you and attentive, making sure to check in on you before, during and after his farming or little ventures.

He had gotten you a few little souvenirs from his journeys and little trinkets, helping ease your cramps with cuddles and mouth-watering and warm snacks. It was as if he had never complained, no matter what you had asked. It was something you deeply appreciated. "Hey, babe! Guess what? Uncle Owen gave me the rest of the day off!" He announced happily, practically flinging himself into the bed beside you, his arms automatically wrapping around your frame and assaulting your face with sweet, open-mouthed and sloppy kisses.

You giggled and welcomed the affection, telling him how much you loved these moments of happiness with him and he paused for a second. "I love you to death, you know?" He spoke softly, in a voice identical to a whisper like the wind. "Of course I know. I love you too." You told him, cupping his cheek gently. "I'd do anything for you." He whispered again, his lips coming ever so close to yours without touching them. "I would die for you, Y\N." Your heart ached at his words, hoping it would never come to that, ever. "I know, Luke. I'd risk my life to save you, you would never have to die for me." Luke paused, his lips coming in contact with yours, capturing them and your heart in a tender, sweet and devoting kiss.

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A Day with Ourselves

A\N: THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT FIC!!!! Leave suggestions!

Warnings: Unprotected sex, p in v, car sex?? it's my first sex anything sooo! Kinda long?

It was rare to have your boyfriend all to yourself. You awake slowly, eyes fluttering as your brain comes to life. You move your hand to the side of your bed, trying to feel if Luke was still there. To your surprise, he was. Luke let out a sleepy groan. "Hey..." He whispered in your ear, turning to face you and wrap an arm around you. "Hi." You chuckle, going to give him a kiss, now waking up more to get properly ready for the day.

"Where are you going?" He asks, looking up at you as you stand up and stretch. "To get dressed. We're going to have fun today." You announce, grabbing some clothes and shimmying out of your pajamas. Luke tilts his head, propping himself on his elbows. "What? Why?" You scoff. "Because you aren't doing anything! You would've been gone by now, silly." He chuckles and gets up, putting his white robes on.

"You got me there." He smirks, going into the kitchen with you. Aunt Beru was busy making breakfast. "Luke!" She exclaims, going to kiss his cheek. "Y\N." She kisses your cheek as well. Then, goes back over to the food, stirring the powder a few times until it heats up and becomes puffy bread. You and Luke sit side by side, ready to eat. You smile to yourself as you think of what you both could do. Once you have the perfect idea, you don't say anything, wanting to surprise Luke.

Finishing breakfast, Luke turns to you. "What do you have in mind?" He asks, his crystal eyes as vibrant as you remember, enlightened by curiosity. You smile and ruffle his hair as you stand up. "We'll be back, Aunt Beru." You say as you begin to walk out. Luke follows you with a childish curiosity. He loved how you surprised him and got so mysterious about it. The two of you strolled over to Luke's red X-34 Landspeeder. He tilts his head at you and hops in the passenger seat as you pilot.

"Where are we going, Y\N?" Luke gazes at you, then his gaze shifts to the landscape. Sand. You both drive out for awhile in silence, Luke trying to gauge where the both of you were heading, what you had in plan, by way of direction. After a bit, you turn off the speeder and The suns were high in the sky, making the heat even more intense.

You sit comfortably on the leather seat of the speeder, and turn to look at Luke, and he looks back at you. Leaning in slowly, you capture his sweet lips in an even sweeter kiss. The feeling of his mouth against yours sends a delicious shiver down your spine as the two of you yearn to be closer. He pulls you into his lap, straddling him with expertise.

"I need you." He whispers against your lips, his breath coming out in short, steamy pants. You smile to yourself and look down at him. "I need you more." He wraps his arms around your waist, desperately wanting you closer. He lets out needy whines as you trail passionate kisses against his tanned neck. Your teeth scrape against the sensitive skin of his neck, resulting in him bucking his hips against you. You smirk devilishly, and trace a thumb against his bottom lip, his innocent, crystal blue eyes glaze and his hands tighten around the flesh of your hips.

Surely he would've known he needed this. A stress-relief. You grind against him, feeling his erection grow more and more steadily. The suns begin to go down, revealing the gorgeous lavender and orange striped sky. What a novel. The sight of Luke below you, writhing and begging to be inside you, all with one look. The lust-filled glazed eyes of your husband only have one goal. You. "Please, Y\N... I need to be in you. D-don't tease me." How could you ever say no? He's so gorgeous like this, below you, wanting to please you with the most tender intentions. Almost always creating an electric current in your core, resulting in immediate arousal.

"Of course, my sweet boy." You smile warmly, despite your devious intentions. You move to tug off your breezy pants and soaked underwear. The chill of the decreasing heat in the evening air on your bare cunt always elicits an almost silent gasp, causing Luke to grow harder yet. He reaches into his pants and shamelessly palms himself a few times to reach full length at the sight. Then, with a look in your eyes, he aligns himself with your seeping entrance, lazily trying to stretch you out with the head of his cock before pushing in fully.

Of course when he does, he lets out a moan even louder than yours and bottoms out a bit. Granted, once you give him an affirmative nod, he is moving at a slightly fast pace. "Gah, d-damn... s-sweetheart!" He whimpers, moving faster. Your eyes roll back with the amount of sweet pleasure he is giving you. The familiar coil in your stomach forming, and he buries his head into your chest, bouncing you on his cock.

Once you can feel he is about to cum, the feeling of the coil finally letting go is imminent. He pounds into you and you grip his shoulders. His grip on your hips is tight enough to leave a mark, but you can't think. The pleasure flooding out any rational thoughts, as you both release with a symphony of sweet moans and groans. He peppers comforting kisses as he watches his cum ooze out of you, the sight makes him happy, proud, satisfied. "I love you, Y\N." You smile, coming back to your senses. "I love you too, Luke."

Why you didn’t tell me you have had birthday :(((

Because you never asked 😢