Warnings: Alluding\Mentions of torture, one-timed cursing, death, intense sadness.
As Anakin speeds away, his eyes determined and at the same type confident, confident he will find his mother. No other thought in his mind, he maneuvers the speeder to make sure he can go in every direction of potential civilization.
The first three times, he was informed of nothing, but with his Jedi instincts and his overconfidence, Anakin was sure he would eventually find someone with sufficient information to find the Sandpeople. At sunset, Anakin got his wish, the hardwork and endless hours of asking and demanding answers, he finally got his questions answered.
Parking his speeder behind a couple of sand mounds, Anakin hopped out and perched himself on the highest mound he could find, looking at the unaware and oblivious people below him; working to keep the fire going and heading into their respective homes. Anakin swiftly skulked into the compact village, his hand on his lightsaber at his hip just for added measure, he looked into the modest-sized windows, checking a majority of them without getting caught, and without sight of his mother.
Until he reached the very last house; no different in appearance to the rest of the bundle, but nevertheless, lightened by the warm glow of the raging but slowly dying fire. Anakin's eyes darted around to check the scenery; empty. But he caught glimpse of someone, although the moved the slightest of inches, he saw them, and to his great surprise, it was his poor mother. Anakin ignited his lightsaber and used it to create a hole in the side of the house and step in.
Hurrying over, Anakin's hands went to check his mother for vital signs: her pulse was detectable, but faintly. Shmi, strapped to a board, wearing nothing but rags, bound and gagged, her fearful eyes swept to Anakin's, fear meeting anger, the two feelings colliding and creating fierce anger. Anakin's fingers worked at her gag, tossing it to the side as Shmi stared at him. When Anakin cut the ropes that bounded his mother to the wall. Shmi fell back, having no apparent balance or strength to fight the fatigue plaguing her mind, Anakin swiftly caught her, sinking to his knees with his mother cradled closely in his embrace.
From the ropes around her wrists and ankles for God knows how long, it resulted in horrible, bloody abrasions that rubbed deep into Shmi's skin. "Mom.." Anakin whispered, his voice cracking. Shmi's hand, weak and battered, caressed softly over Anakin's cheek, before cupping it. "Ani..." She whispered back, the voice Anakin once knew had grown hoarse and so deep into the depths of abuse that it sounded so unlike the warm, loving and tender voice of his mother.
"Mom, why.... why did they do this to you? Why?" Anakin felt the tears pricking in his eyes, but he did not resist, the sight of someone you know only ever loved, in your arms, withered thin and reduced to nothing, the sight makes you lose all sense of self and collapse into a mess of a person. "Ani, I-I....I...I.." Shmi's voice grew more and more faint, her hand still resting on her son's cheek, but her sense of strength wearing more and more frail and feeble. "I l-love you." She spoke as soft as the breeze of summer, her words stabbing through Anakin's heart like ice. He watched in remorse, pain and despair as the life in his mother's eyes faded, and along with that, her body went stiff.
Waiting for Anakin was normally so difficult, but this time, it seemed impossible. Your mind stormed with questions, your stomach burned with anticipation, but the feelings in you ached for the sight of him, to appease your eyes, but you had been waiting all night for him, after he left. Throughout the steadily decrease in temperature and the many warning of Cliegg's that there are predators out at night, scavenging for food, you remained seated on the sand. Some might say it was stubbornness and some might say it was a pathetic attempt to show how much you were remorseful for the argument the two of you shared which ultimately lead to his one-man departure.
However, time decelerated for you at the familiar and welcoming sight of Anakin's speeder, as you stand up and gaze at it, waiting and hoping to see Anakin hop out with his mother, you see Anakin step out, and then move to the passenger side and carry a motionless, wrapped in cloth body.
The look he gave you when he passed you and when Cliegg and Aika stepped outside, was one of pure guilt and anguish so deep, it made tears flood into your eyes. Anakin laid Shmi down, and went inside, grabbed a shovel, came back out and began digging. Cliegg's eyes were wide, but more than surprise or shock, it reflected a look of absolute crest-fallenness. You cautiously approach Anakin, but then stop yourself, as he had so quickly dug the grave and tenderly placed Shmi's body into the resting place, as a mother would carry a child to their crib.
As soon as he had covered the grave with sand, he took a moment to just stand there, to process the pain he felt and then he swept passed you, his eyes a noticeable hollow. "Anakin?" You breath out as you find him in his old bedroom, rebuilding a few random parts with intense but underlying blankness in his eyes. "She's gone." He croaked, the tone of his voice as soft as the wind but as raging as the sea. "She's gone and I couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't... get here sooner, and if I did? She would be here with me and I wouldn't have to feel like this. Feel so useless. Hollow, empty. It fucking hurts, Y\N." You strided over to him, wrapping your arms securely around his waist while leaning your head into his back. "I know, Anakin. I'm so sorry." He sniffles. "I should've been there! I should've.... I should've.." He broke down, sinking to his knees again with you behind him, you crawled to his face and pulled him into a firm, tight embrace.
The sounds of his loud sobs and wailing rung throughout the house, aiding Cliegg in his quiet remorse, but working against Aika's and your separate attempts at solicicing the two men. Anakin's arms stay motionless at his sides, but his he buries his head into your shoulder, muffling his desolate and dismal cries ever so slightly.
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Ryo is an emotional support dog, that is literally his job at UA so you better believe he'll listen to whatever you have to say.
He gives a TON of nibbles that turn into actual marks, he'll always apologize and lick at them apologetically.
He's so attentive omg- licks, paws and will do anything you say.
Likes to nuzzle his snout into your neck and lick deliberately at it, it calms him down.
Ryo is definitely 100000% into physicality; play-fighting, wrestling, tug of war.
He's a bit rough! With bites, and sometimes bruising, he forgets his strength sometimes, but he's always so apologetic and tries his best to be gentle!
Protective to a T!!! He loves you, you are his, and he is yours.
CUDDLING! OMG cuddle this man pls!
Will tell you he loves you through his acts and affection, he is definitely not a fan of words unless he needs to.
Prefers to just have dates inside the house: dinner, bubble-baths and even times where you both watch a movie or two together.
Clingy, needy and sometimes touchy, he's curious about you, as he's never been with a Human before.
Hates the muzzle, he will literally plead with you until either you give in or you put it on him either way. He enjoys freedom.
Ryo is the type to place his head in your lap, neck, or chest, it's warm and he can hear your heartbeat, smell you, and create a form of intimacy he holds dear.
Sometimes, he'll even let you come to work with him! He enjoys your company and thinks you bring serenity with you, so you bet your ass he will try to bring you in whenever he can.
🎵I’m a feminist obviously but I really wouldn’t mind him saving me🎶
Kylo Ren: Once he closed the door behind him, coming into your shared home, he expected you to run over and hug him, as you always did... So, where were you? Kylo's eyes dart around in search of your reassuring face, but he couldn't find you. He calmly searches the bedroom and kitchen, his worry spiking, he calls out your name. "Y\N? Y\N, love, where are you?"
It was until he quieted himself could he hear the soft and broken sobs of yours in the bathroom. Immediately, Kylo ran to the bathroom, only to find the door locked. "Y\N?" He said, his ear touching the cold, painted exterior of the door. At first, you did not reply, and then when Kylo tried the doorknob again, you complied, reaching up to unlock it as he swung it open. "Y\N!" He looked down at you, your red and swollen eyes gazing down at the floor.
"My love, what is it?" Crouching down next to you, Kylo wrapped an arm around you. You sniffled before replying, "It was Hux, he yelled at me... I messed up, I misheard him. I didn't expect him to scream at me, I-I..." Kylo's eyes darkened. "General Hux?" He growled, he placed a protective kiss on your forehead and then a passionate and reassuring kiss on your lips before bolting out the door. Once he found Hux, he would make him wish he was never born.
Anakin had just come back from a particularly long mission, leading him to become even more clingy and protective of you. So, when you had been crying in the bedroom as he arrived, he was quick to press you for answers, needing to know who would have the heart, (and the balls), to hurt his precious angel. "What is it, sweetness? Talk to me." After a few sniffles and hiccups you speak, your voice cracking with the tears rapidly falling from your eyes. "Chancellor Palpatine... I don't know why.. he said that I-I would never amount to anything, as a Jedi or a person." At this, Anakin's eyes burned with rage. "When was this, angel?" He kept a honey-like tone, not wanting you to realize the hatred in his eyes at what had been said to you. "Earlier, at the Temple." You answer.
Nodding, Anakin presses a kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a few moments. "Wait for me, flower, okay?" He tells you, his tone a sweet, sugary comfort, as soft and comforting as silk. He strode for the door, his hand tight on his lightsaber as he went to confront Palpatine. Once he got back, he was sure to clean off anything that might give you a clue has to what he had done. "I'm back, sugar." Anakin announces, wrapping his arms around you securely, shielding you from the cold, outside world. All you needed was him, and all he needed was you. There was nothing that could stop this mutual connection.
Luke spent all day at the farm, he was busy with the starting of the harvest, driven to succeed and make enough this year so that you both can go to the Academy, just as Uncle Lars had promised. However, in the early dusk, once Uncle Lars had announced it was lights out, it seemed the dark had only allowed your tears to flow easier, much like the river. Despite your best efforts to quiet your sobs, to let it all out without a concern in the world, Luke picked up on the slow, melancholic noise. "Y\N? Babe?" He called carefully, his hand on the lightsaber on his hip, cautious and alert for any signs of surrounding or lurking danger. Once he spotted you, curled up, knees to your chest and head buried in between your crossed arms, he ran to you, panicked someone had hurt you. "Y\N? What happened? What's wrong?" Luke questioned, his voice hinting at fear.
You reluctantly lifted your head, after the attempts to wave him off, but he didn't budge. "It's nothing..." You try to assure him, but he wasn't having any of it. "Tell me, please?" He pleaded with you and you relented. "It was Cliegg, I overheard him saying that I was preventing you from working to your best ability on the farm." Luke paused, thinking of the best words to say in response to this stunning statement. He had no idea. He cupped your face in his palms, his crystal eyes sweeping your puffy, red and swollen teary eyes with fervor and sincerity. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and no, you are not preventing me from anything. I love you, okay? Who cares what he says?"
Anakin Skywalker: In the early parts of your relationship when you told him your birthday and in exchange he told you his, he silently vowed to be the knight in shining armor for you and your special day. You were his special cupcake, his own bag of sugar, so why should you not be treated as such?
Anakin spent his time at The Temple planning to take a trip to the forest, to refresh yourselves from the busy air of Coruscant and retire to the green shrubs and swaying trees in the breeze. It was perfect. In his side of the dresser at the house, he carried with him a small box that contained a custom-made ring for you, a symbol that celebrated you. Not marriage, engagement, no, you. His sweetheart, his weakness.
On the morning of your birthday, Anakin ushered you immediately to the kitchenette and seated you at one of the chairs, and in front of you lay your favorite food, freshly made with a side of cold juice. You smile up at him, even in the peeking sunlight, with your hair tousled and barely brushed from sleep, you looked just as you did when he met you. Absolutely divine. He just stared at you, entranced by the image of you in such a picture as you ate, savoring the food and occasionally reaching for the drink.
Dressed and ready for the hike in the forest and vacation essentially, Anakin drove you both there in his speeder, touching down in a few minutes, he moved to help you out and your hike began, with breaks to rest, drink some water or to admire how the trees, bushes and small plants and flowers took in and seemingly also enjoyed the bright, blue day. How your eyes gazed around, wanting to take in everything and the smile that always managed to creep onto your features when you could see the naked beauty of the plantation. It filled him with pride. Once you guys stopped for a break, Anakin took out a pocket knife, carving roughly into the tree both of your initials and then turning back to you, showing you his work. You giggled at his cheesy move but it melted your heart.
Hours later, when you both arrived home, exhausted from hiking, Anakin took to grab the box of your ring. As you relaxed on the couch, sipping some water as you curled your legs closer to you for warmth, he sat beside you, taking your hand into his, slipping the small box into your palm. Confused, you bring it to your eyes and raise an eyebrow at him, he grins at you widely, urging you to explore what was inside. And as you did, it revealed the ring. You gasp and immediately tell him it's beautiful but you cannot accept it. He laughs and then pulls you closer, bringing his lips to your ear, whispering: "No. I want you to have it. It's yours."
Luke Skywalker: You were awoken out of your pleasant dream by a startling noise of Luke's gleeful scream. Eyes widened in concern and fear you ask, "What is it, Luke?!" Fearing the worst, you move to where you saw him and he turned to you, smiling ear to ear as he picked you up and spun you around. "It's nothing bad, Y\N! It's just.... it's your birthday!" You chuckle, momentarily confused before remembering that it indeed was, as he placed you back down. "Right. So, what's Obi-Wan having you do today?" You ask, stretching and moving to access the kitchen and the stove.
"Oh? Nothing." Luke answers, right behind you as he takes a seat at the table. "Nothing? Why?" You ask, skeptically, as you start cracking a few eggs on the corner of the table. "Because, Y\N, I'm spending it with you, of course. I got a plan. We're going cruising in my speeder." You smile to yourself, waiting for the pan to heat up on the stove and starting to whisk the eggs. "Really? Where to?" At this Luke seems to not have thought it out. "Um... well, where do you wanna go? This is your special day, after all." You shake your head at this and turn to him. "I don't have to go anywhere special for my birthday, Luke. I don't want to. All I want is to spend time with you, and if you want to go around in your cruiser, I'm fine with that." He nods, the corner of his eyes twitching into a smile. "Got it." Finishing with the eggs, some milk and a form for each of you, you place a plate in front of each of you and sit down, taking some egg on your fork and eating it.
A few minutes later, after making some small talk, Luke clears his plate and jumps to his feet. "I'll get the speeder ready." He informs you before hurriedly washing his plate, fork and cup, placing them back into the cabinet and rushing out. You were fine with spending time with him? So was he! He gazed out at the blazing suns and the miles of nothing but hot sand in every direction from the house and started the speeder, equipped with water. He knew you were going to have to get dressed out of your pajamas and took that greatly, sitting in the driver's seat, hand on the wheel as he leaned back against the comfortable seat. Waiting.
Eventually, you did show and hopped into the passenger seat next to him. He began zooming, and the warm, rushing air in both of your faces felt refreshing and exhilarating. You looked to the side behind you and relished in the sense of adventure it provided you. You saw the wide smile on Luke's face and felt his hand creep onto your thigh as he looked at you, mouthing the words, "I love you."
Obi-Wan Kenobi: He got home from a meeting at the Temple and although not tired, he would have not protested with a quick nap with you. But he reminded himself to give you the present he has been saving up for a few months ago in preparation for this day. Obi-Wan announced his arrival and was as glad as he always was when he saw you rushing out to greet him, pulling him into a tight, secure and excited hug. "Obi, there you are!" He chuckled and placed a hand on the top of your head. "Hey, honey. Happy Birthday, yeah? Here." He handed you a cute box that jiggled as you took it. You took the top off and found that it was a box of pins to clip onto your shirts. They varied in size, shape or graphic detail.
You were aware of Obi-Wan's tendencies to pick up such things as this by default, like it was not anything to him, and whenever you asked, he would always say something along the lines of, "Oh, it's a collectible item, I'm sure you know that." And you never said anything else about it. It was cute, you thought and now, as he was giving you all the pins he has collected for as long as you could remember, it was more than cute, it was a symbol of his little habits in a cute little box. And that meant the world and more to you. You pull him into an even tighter hug and giggle. "It's perfect!" And he wrapped his arms around you as well. "I'm glad."
To hear that Matthew died, hurt my heart. Not just my heart but myself, meaning I couldn't help myself from rewatching Friends. I've always been specifically fond of Matt and his characters... he was a gift, what can I say? Alas, he's dead.... I miss you, Matt.
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You impatiently waited for Anakin to get back from his particularly long mission so you both could relax and enjoy each other's company. You could barely recall the last time where you both sat down cuddled, talked and became all lovey-dovey. You paced back and forth, the royal blue satin train of your dress gliding smoothly behind you as you turned and walked. "I'm sure Master Skywalker should be arriving soon, Miss." C-3PO reassured you. " Thank you." You said with an overly sweet smile as you tried to think of what could possibly be holding him up for this long. Then, you heard the door slide open and you turned to see your Padawan, in all his sweat and tired glory, smiling at you sweetly. You ran and practically jumped on him, hugging him tightly and sighing, his arms instantly wrapped around you as he hugged you back. "Ani, you're back!" You exclaimed, pulling away to look at his face. "Of course, my love. I'll always come back for you." He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss against your lips. You gazed into his eyes, content with this moment. " Do you want to cuddle or..?" You asked, and he chuckled. "A shower would be nice first. Did you make dinner already?" Anakin asked as he left the main room to go to your guys' shared bedroom, getting undressed and ready to take a quick and much needed shower. You shook your head and hurried to get something started. Minutes pass and you hear the shower turn on, knowing he got in already you place Roast Porg on the table, you waited patiently for him to get out and eat with you. Minutes turn to hours as the food gets cold in waiting for him, and knowing the mission lasted about a month, you waited without complaint, he needed this. Then, you hear the shower turn off and muffled shuffling, you heat the food up and continue waiting. Anakin is out in a few more minutes and sits in front of you, smiling warmly and lovingly at you. " How was your mission?" You ask, wanting to get a conversation going. "It was successful. Obi-Wan thought I could handle it. Going to another planet, far away." He looked at you and began eating. "How about you, how was your month?" Anakin's eyes glanced over your face curiously. "It was lonely, I missed you." You replied, looking at him as well; your eyes locked. He smiled. " What? You were afraid I died or something?" He said jokingly. "Of course not. I am no fool to how keen and aware you are." You replied, seriously. The two of you let those words hang in the air as he finished eating and you averted your eyes to look at something else. " Well... do you want to cuddle?" He suggests and you turn to look at him, smiling slightly. " Duh!" He smiles warmly and lovingly at you and stands up, completely forgetting about the dish of his. You both walk to the nearby living room couch and you sit down on it, waiting for him with a happy demeanor. He sits down next to you and you both hug, he leaves little pecks on your cheek as you warmly embrace him. You relished moments like this, when you two could just sit down and forget about everything else. "How about one of those cheesy holofilms?" Anakin asked, smirking. You nodded and you got off and practically ran to find one you both liked. It was a sort of hobby of your guys' to watch movies together, although Anakin found some really shallow or just too cheesy, he secretly liked them because he's a big romantic. You click the play button on the film and run back over to Anakin and he wraps his arms around you as the movie started.