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Lovely Gesture

You got up and rubbed your tired eyes, looking over to Anakin sleeping peacefully beside you. He always looked so cute sleeping, his hair messily falling over his eyes, and his chest rising in a slow, soothing rhythm. You smiled to yourself and got up, wriggling slowly and effectively from the arm around your waist. You went to the bathroom and brushed your teeth, before making sure he was still asleep and tip-toeing to the kitchen to make him breakfast. Anakin had a scheduled mission today with Obi-Wan, so before he was gone, you decided to do something nice for him. You thought for a long moment what to make him, and then decided really sweet and over the top waffles were amazing. You took out the waffle maker Ani made you for your birthday, and warmed it up, mixing the batter meanwhile. When the waffle maker warmed up, you carefully poured the ready batter into the awaiting squares. You closed the lid and went off to grab the whip cream from the fridge, chocolate syrup and strawberries; Anakin always loved when you did something over the top for him. When you opened the waffle maker lid, you waited a bit to grab a plate and something to scoop the first waffle with, and then placed it on the plate, adding a bit of butter before grabbing the waffle mix and pouring more for the second waffle and closing the lid. Humming silently, you went to do other things around the house while waiting for the waffle to be done: opening the blinds, letting the light pour in, and occasionally checking on the waffle. Once it was done, you poured the last of the batter into the waffle maker and waited, this time, buttering the second waffle and starting to decorate the sides of the plate with the strawberries and small columns of whipped cream. Adding the now finished third waffle into the small kingdom of buttered waffles, the fun really began. You drizzled (And by drizzled, I mean, used the whole bottle) on the stack and drowned it in whipped cream and occasional strawberries. Admiring your masterpiece, you hear Anakin shuffling around in the room, getting up. You smiled. "Hey. What's that your making?" He asked when he entered the kitchen and looked at you. "It's for you." You said sweetly, going over and taking both his hands and leading him to the absolute mouth-watering breakfast you compiled, he chuckled at the gesture, gave you a kiss and spun you around in a hug. "And that's why I love you." He smiled. You got him a fork and butterknife and watched him eat with a content smile. The way he ate it, it looked almost adorable, and smirking as he got every ingredient and topping. Once he finished, (Remarkably fast, I mean, he's Anakin Skywalker.) He leaned over to you, whispering, "What did I do to deserve you..." And kissed your ear lovingly, then your cheek and finally your lips.

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Them Falling in Love with you Scenarios

A\N: This includes Obi-Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker and Anakin Skywalker. (I might add Kylo Ren if you guys want.)

Obi-Wan: You were his first Padawan before Anakin, and you two had a great relationship. Trust, love and compassion. Obi-Wan had felt as though you were special and strived to protect you always. After taking on Anakin, he had his hands full therefore the communication was very limited, including times where you guys didn't talk at all for a specific day or two. However, Obi-Wan always apologized and told you what had happened in order for you to get some closure and for the two of you to move on with it.

He knew he loved you when he saw how long you were willing to talk to him and how long he was willing to stay on for you. And how much he would risk in order to ensure your safety.

Luke Skywalker: A fellow farmer on Tatooine in the field of moisture, you two had a good amount of things in common: wanting to get off Tatooine and explore and that you both hated farming. Luke more often than not, would find himself staring at you whenever he desperately needed an answer, he would look at how gorgeous and smooth your skin was and how beautiful your hair seemed to be, everything about you made him feel like living was worth it. Of course he took you with him on Jedi trainings and everything just because the concept was foreign, he knew that you wanted to explore and because you were his best friend, of course he wasn't going to leave you.

In a battle with Stormtroopers you got hit and swarmed repeatedly with blasters and almost died, Luke, thankfully, was there to slice them before they could do any more damage to you. He immediately took care of you, apologized profusely and cried. That's when he realized he loved you, when you almost died.

Anakin Skywalker: You and Ani had been friends as long as you could remember, coming over to Shmi's for a chance to play, talk, whatever. You and Anakin were inseparable, sort of like Velcro. Where he goes, you go, what he does, you do. And so it continued like that for years, once he became a Jedi, he insisted you be trained as well, and here you were, a Jedi Master, trained under the Anakin Skywalker.

In his anger and rebellion, followed by his descent to the Dark Side, he almost killed you, and although Obi-Wan had saved you by cutting his arms\legs off, you still felt yourself die with him, and that's when he realized he loved you.

Ofc we do! Bring them back!!

We absolutely adore Hayden  and his portrayal of Anakin Skywalker we also love Natalie’s portrayal of Padme and we love the prequels, we also adore Anakin and Padme together

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Coming back to you scenarios! (Part One)

Kylo Ren: The thought always worried you, when he was coming back, how bad the damage would be. But you had faith, for him, because he had faith for you. You trust Kylo and he trusts you, so when he told you he had a particularly lengthy mission to find and fight the Resistance head-on, you were reluctant to give in. That was a few months ago. Kylo had made sure to contact you frequently to reassure you of his existence and you thanked him for it every chance you got. Now, you stand in your guys' shared quarters, aware that people were worried about you but you couldn't stop the copying of being away from the man you loved by just staring out into Space, into nothing in particular, lost in your thoughts.

"Ma'am?" A Stormtrooper called to you, causing your thoughts to pop. "Yes?" You reply, not turning to face them. You half-expected this to be an affirmative call that Kylo was lost, or worse, gone. "Supreme Leader Ren has made contact just now." Your breathing stopped, and your heartbeat jolted, you spun to face the trooper, hope glinting in your eyes. "He has?" You ask, voice low and soft. The Stormtrooper nods and you can feel the burning sensation in your stomach of anticipation and the prickling feeling of tears pooling in your eyes. Faster than you have ever ran before, you race out of the room, almost tripping twice over nothing but your own footsteps. You stop at the sight of Kylo's ship, breathing fast and harshly. Your eyes scanning frantically for the sight of Kylo, for the sight of his mask, his hair, cloak, anything. "Hey." You heard a voice call from behind you, and you feel two big and strong hands wrapping around your center and Kylo burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of you. "Kylo..." You choke out, sobbing quietly and his arms tighten around your stomach. "I know, darling. I know."

Armitage Hux: You completely underestimated how many missions a General had to do, as you were just a Commander, but you soon came to find out. Armitage wasn't a sentimental guy, in public or ever, unless it was you and it was still rare to see him get emotional in front of you. "I'm leaving." He said simply, fixing his uniform and hair. Why is he telling you this at the crack of dawn? "Where to?" You yawn. "To accompany Ren on a ridiculous mission to terminate the Resistance and especially the scavenger." He spoke with disdain in his tone, as you could only imagine, as he was going with Kylo. "Why are you going then? Did Snoke order it?" You tilt your head. How odd, Armitage and Kylo, two rivals, on a mission to terminate the two targets that caused the First Order the most grief. "He did." He said shortly.

A month later, as you were shutting down for the night, you go back to your quarters, and who do you find standing there? "Hello." He said casually and you could swear he saw the perplexity in your brain. "'Hello'? Is that how you greet your girlfriend after being gone for a continuous month with only various calls?" He rolls his eyes, his nose scrunching a bit, as he walked orderly over to you. "You're lucky I even came back." He says with his usual cold tone and you push it aside as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a much-needed hug.

Anakin Skywalker: Anakin had previously told you that Obi-Wan and the council planned for Anakin to take a mission alone, to prove if he should be a Master Jedi. Of course the mission had to lengthy and cut severely into the time in which he promised to spend with you, and Anakin was enraged by it. However, you had to reassure and scold him frequently that it was completely fine and that he had to do it anyway, because he desired to be a Jedi Master. Seeing reason finally, Anakin decided to go, giving you a big, passionate kiss before jokingly telling you that you should behave while he was gone, or else the result would be you getting in trouble with a Jedi Master, you laugh, mockingly annoyed and watched him leave. A good couple weeks passed and you kept yourself busy with your own duties: Cleaning the house, keeping an eye on the Council and their updates about Anakin, and random pastimes you found fun.

"Miss Y'N? Good news: Master Anakin has just arrived at the Temple." C-3PO informs you and you grin widely. "Thank you." You say, getting up and readying your speeder so you could give your boyfriend a proper welcome. "Y\N." Anakin smiles as he notices you and you could see the sheer need to hug you and spin you around, but the current circumstances would make that a tad bit difficult. Yoda and Windu telling Anakin of his new responsibilities as a Jedi Master and Obi-Wan congratulating and sending jokes Anakin's way in which you could see and feel Anakin's eyes staring longingly at you, as he was so ready to feel you hugging him and kissing him. After the certainly inviting and warm congratulations from the Jedi Council, Anakin goes out of his way to excuse himself from continuing further conversation with Windu and scurrying over to you, snaking his arms around you and resting his chin on your forehead, pressing your head to his chest. "I missed you, my love, it's felt like forever since I was reminded of your beauty..." He kissed your cheek, neck and your lips, the kiss was beautiful and enlightening, reminding you of Anakin's undying love.

A\n: I'm going to do a seperate version, a part two, with Obi-Wan and Luke later.

I now have a MAJOR dirty talking kink 😭 So when I write for Ani again, which will be smut and hell, for the later planned First Glance parts, it will become MANDATORY for me to produce a dirty-talking Ani, and that's it. Thanks Janitor Ai 😀

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Childhood Promises (Part 2)

The beginning of the year and semester preparation was always a time of rambunctiousness. Diagon Alley bustling with magical children, witches and wizards from all ages and grades rushing to get their supplies or find something that might pique their interests.

It was coming up on the beginning of year for you, now in your fifth year at Hogwarts. You had decided to go get your needed items with the Weasley's, Hermione and Harry. The family had used Floo powder to travel and after finding Harry in Knockturn Alley by Hagrid, you were sure to follow the one of the most important rules of travelling by Floo: Speak clearly.

As Mrs. Weasley heads off with Ginny, Mr. Weasley with Hermione's parents, Percy wandering off and Ron, Hermione and Harry exploring, that only left George, Fred and you. What better to do than spend time with your two childhood best friends? "So, what shall we do?" Inquires George, his hands in the pockets of his jeans. Fred shrugs. "How about we go check on that little joke shop you guys fancy?" You ask with a raised eyebrow. "Sounds good." The twins recite in unison.

And so the three of you set off, occasionally pointing to something that would interests you all. At the same time you guys pass an empty alley, Fred and George manage to slip in with you and place you against the walls, moving close to your face. You let out a surprised yelp but then quickly settle down. "What's this about?" You question. "Just wanted to spend some time with our best friend." Fred replies in a falsely innocent tone, his hand tracing around your waist. You stare at them, puzzled. "We need to get our stuff, and hit up the shop, why're you trying to procrastinate?"

George sighs and points to the nearby shop of Borgin and Burkes, revealing a boy you had spoken about frequently in your last year, the boy whom you proclaimed to be in love with. You let out a mix of a huff and scoff, partially embarrassed that they had managed to remember what he looked like, but also not believing how they did. "Remember our promise?" Whispered Fred in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Yeah, but he was from last year, how does that count?" With a wide grin, George replies. "It just does, sweetheart."

And with that, Fred began to practically devour your lips in that passionate, fiery and possessive kiss you had found yourself longing for unknowingly. You had responded immediately, your hands flying to find purchase on either of his cheeks, urging him subtly. His hands roam your body with no real aim, but the heat rising between you both was almost palpable. After a few scorching moments, he pulled his away, his lips went and red with the ferocity in which he had dived in with, he panted slightly, taking in a huge breath. You stared up at him, not able to form words to describe or even knowing what to say after something as speechless as that.

George takes this moment to gift you with a mesmerizing kiss of his own, his finger sliding under your chin, lifting it up featherly. He leans down, pressing a hand to the wall of the alley in which you were against and another to your upper waist, holding you steady while capturing your lips in a sweet, everlastingly tender kiss causing electric sparks to seemingly emit from every one of his touches makes contact with your burning skin. "Hey, c'mon. We gotta go back to Mum or she'll flip, think we kidnapped Y\N or something.." Urges Fred, tapping George on his shoulder as he strolls out of the alley. With a grumble, George reluctantly pulls away, following Fred out of the alley with an hand on the top of your head, ruffling it playfully.

Your thoughts dwell on the heatedly jealous kisses from the twins and you smile to yourself, biting your lip slightly as you both finally go to regroup with the Weasley's and begin to gather your supplies.

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Awaited Part 2!

Happiness and Tears (Part Two)

As the meeting ended and you walked outside of the Hospital with Clay, you turned to him and saw his zoned-out blue eyes. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" You ask as she looks at you with a small but meaningful smile, opening the limo's door and closing it behind you. "It's difficult to believe isn't it? That after this transplant is over, we can be together." He says with a playful smile, but you saw this meant everything to him as he got into the car with you. "It is." You reply, looking at him with tenderness. He smiles and puts his arm around you, pulling you closer. "I love you, Y\N." He whispers sweetly in your ear as you rested your head on his shoulder and his head atop yours. "I love you too, Clay."

By nightfall, you could see Clay was tired, having a heated dispute with his mother over his phone on why he proposed to you and kept it a secret from her. You stood in the bathroom and listened, while you were getting dressed for bed. "Mom, please. It's already been decided, if you could be happy for me, that would be appreciated." He rolled his eyes but kept his tone calm and collected. You hummed very slightly, brushing your hair with care and slow movements, making sure you can hear if anything specifically directed at you. "Bye, Mom." You heard Clay say, hearing the underlying annoyance in his voice as he closed his phone and it clicked.

"Are you ready yet, sweetie?" You ask sweetly, walking out of the bathroom, eyes soft and caring as you look at his state: Stressed, tired and upset. Not a good combination. "Come here." He says, voice needy. You walk over to him and place a reassuring hand on his hair, stroking it with attentiveness. He lets out a low groan and pulls you more onto him, now you are placed in his lap as he slithers his arms around your waist and buries his face in your shoulder. "Clay... let's sleep, yeah?" You look at him, knowing he was tired. He nods and you get off his lap and climb into bed, leaning over to turn off his bedside lamp and yours as well. Once he leaned back, his arms immediately found your waist and pulled you closer, as he breathed in your scent with delight and it eased all of his annoyance and worries. "I love you." He whispers into your chest. "I love you too." You coo in response.

The next day, you both slept in each others arms until you decided it was time to get up. Seeing as though Clay has his surgery today, you wanted to take it easy, the thought of making him breakfast crept into your mind, only to be thrown out at the reminding thought of him not being able to eat anything. You huff slightly, wriggling out of his sleepy grasp and slipping out of the room. You grab some clothes from the dryer and put those on, not wanting to disturb Clay with your noisy footsteps. You tie the laces of your sneakers, grab your purse and open the door to the house carefully, leaving. You walked around the block, thinking of what to do. You had a great idea: Get Clay a present. A thoughtful gesture. Walking into the nearest store you could find, you were immediately hit with what you knew to be something of Clay's interest: books. Smiling, you enter the shop and look around, your eyes following and darting to random books. You pick up whatever you thought Clay would like, poetry, english literature, whatever.

Sneaking back into the house, you glance around to see if Clay might be in the kitchen, or living room. Nope, it seems he is still in bed. You check your phone to see the time, 12:36, you place your phone back in your pocket and tip-toe up the stairs with the bag of books. "Hey." You nearly jump as you see Clay's eyes opened as you enter the room. "Hey!" You reply, cheerfully hiding your momentarily frighted state. "Where'd you go?" He asks, his hands behind his head and legs crossed on the bed, TV on. "Downtown." You smile, and he catches a glimpse of the bag. "What's that?" He raises an eyebrow. "For you." You chuckle, handing it to him. He takes it and looks inside, his eyes lighting up. "Thoughtful as always." He smirks. You giggle slightly and place a kiss on his forehead. "They made me think of you." You sit by him on the bed and watch as he takes out a book at a time, his fingers skimming over the front. "You really do know me." He lets out a low chuckle as he opens a book and his eyes dart down to see the writing. "Thanks, love."

A few hours later, you had to remind Clay of his transplant, his face buried in the books buried in the books you bought him. "Come on, silly. You got your surgery, you know?" You see his mouth form the shape of an "oh" as he remembered. You chuckled and went back to getting ready. He hummed a bit as he put both his dress shirt and pants on, followed by his belt, suit jacket and tie. "Ready, beautiful?" He asks about twelve minutes later. "Yes." You reply, scurrying downstairs to the door, he chuckles and opens the door for you. The afternoon sky was a cloudless blue, which gave you a boosted air of confidence as you both enter the car and start for the Hospital.

Walking inside, you instantly see the smiles and stares from the Hospital patients and staff. You always felt a sense of happiness from the way everyone reacted to Clay's presence. "Ah! The man of the hour!" Dr. Puttnam greets Clay, extending his hand and a wide grin. "Doctor." Clay smiles back, shaking his hand. "A bit early, aren't you?" Jack chuckles, and goes to give Clay a handshake as well. "Well, couldn't sleep it off, could I?" Clay jokes. "The lovely Y\N." Dr. Puttnam smiles warmly at you and extends his hand for you, to which you take with pleasure. "Hello." You say sweetly, smiling happily at the staff. "Penny should be here soon, you know her..." Dr. Puttnam informs the two of you, Clay smirks and you nod slightly. Just then, a nurse clumsily walks down the hall, bumping into people slightly, as her eyes were set on her papers. "Speak of the devil!" Dr. Puttname laughs. Penny's papers fly everywhere and Caly bends down to pick them up. "I see you are still the same." Clayton chuckles, handing the doctor her papers. "Ha, ha. Very funny." Penny rolls her eyes sarcastically. "Penny, this is Clay's soon-to-be wife, Y\N." Jack says, gesturing towards you.

"Hi." You say, extending your hand. "Penny Carver." She smiles at you, shaking your hand. "You ready, Clay?" Jack asks him and Clay smirks. "Yep." Jack nods and gestures for Dr. Puttnam to get the chair. "The estimated time for the transplant to be done is about one- two hours." Penny informs you both. You nod happily. "I'm glad." As Dr. Puttnam comes down the hall with the chair needed to transport Clay to the surgical room. "Here we go." Jack smiles. A few minutes later and Jack is ushering Clay into the room, only to stop to give you both a few minutes. "Hey." You smile at him. "Hey." He smirks. "I love you." You tell him and he reaches his hand up and touches your cheek. "I love you too." You lean into the touch and down to kiss him. "I'll see you in a bit, okay?" You kiss his hand. "Okay." Then, Jack comes back, tells you to sit in the waiting room and that they will make sure to make this as fast as they can. "See you later, wife!" Clay calls from down the hall. "Say that again." You giggle. "Wife!" He says with a hint of a chuckle in his tone.

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A\N: This took forever! But here it is, part two. I will post part three sometime tomorrow.