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Love and Affection

Note: This is my first fluff fic on Tumblr! But feel free to make suggestions if you want!

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.

Sibling Quote, for their birthday!

Okay so it's both of my siblings birthday today, soooo here's a poetic quote for them!

"Make it a point to love yourself as fiercely as you do others." - Commitment, by Rupi Kaur.

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

Rumors (Part 2)

"Do you believe them? The rumors?" You asked again, a tone of major panic evident in your voice. Obi-Wan looked at you. "The ones of attachment? Between you and I?" You nod. "Y\N, I do not stoop to the levels of eavesdropping when I can ask you and get the answer firsthand." Obi-Wan speaks seriously, his voice turning slightly firm. "I-I know, Obi-Wan..." You sigh. Your eyes flickering from his gorgeous, pearly blue eyes to the floor. "Then why are you asking me?" His Coruscatian accent making you even more anxious. "Because!" You burst out and then notice you yelled. "God, Obi..." You sigh, feeling embarrassed by your outburst. Obi's gaze softened and Anakin leaned against a wall, seeming both eager and annoyed at the same time ."Y\N...." Obi-Wan muttered your name. "Don't make me say it." You plead, gazing at him with slight desperation. Obi-Wan stepped closer to you, his face a familiar, comforting vision. "I like you, too." He whispers into your ear as he embraces you, his arms tightly and lovingly wrapping around your waist. The words made your heart skip a beat. "A-Attachment is forbidden in the Jedi Order." You stammer, head against his chest, listening to the soothing rhythm of his heart beating. The proximity sent chills up your spine. His beard rubbed up against the crook of your neck and his brown robe practically swallowed your body. He chuckled. "My dear, you are worth going against the Jedi Code for." You were sure you blushed at these words. Over the course of the next few days, you and Obi-Wan got used to having and maintaining a secret relationship, with Anakin as the only person who knew.

Angel and Devil

Anakin's eyes met yours, gaze locked. His eyes were butterscotch gold as his descent to the Dark Side was almost completed. The sight alone was enough to bring tears to your eyes. "What.... what are you doing?" You ask, voice heavy with the tons of emotions heaving down on you. "I'm saving you." He replies, tone rough. You look at him, hoping he can sense how this breaks you. "What do you mean?" Your voice cracked. "All of this- I'm doing it for you." He brings his hood down, still gazing at you with those cursed eyes, you wished, to God, you could look away. "No, you're not. Y-you... who are you?!" You burst, tears burning in your eyes. "The Jedi are evil, Y\N. You know it. You said so earlier." Anakin circled around you, his gaze on you never wavering. "Anakin, the Jedi are not evil. It is what you are doing, what you are planning, believing, that is evil." He scoffs. "For what? Doing something for you?" He laughs. "You are twisted! Obi-Wan told me of what you've done: Killed younglings, even Master Windu!" Your sadness turned quickly to a boiling rage. What happened to him? "I am to save you from inevitable death. Obi-Wan has twisted you." You stay silent for a second. "Why?! Just... why? The Dark Side? Anakin, what happened to destroying the Sith? Becoming a great Jedi?" Your voice lowered, all you could do was look at him, as he looked at you. And hope for an explanation, hope this was a dream, a sick, hellish dream. " I told you already, Y\N! The Jedi are evil! They are plotting to overthrow the senate!" He snarls and you literally cannot believe what is happening. "You're lost... aren't you? This... Dark Lord... has entered your brain and twisted the contents, hasn't he?" You're voice becomes slightly desperate. Desperate for him to come back to you, turn back to the sweet, caring person you've once known him as. Not this monster. This can't be how you both end, can it? "I am no longer living in a fantasy, Y\N. This is reality! There cannot be both a hero and a villain, one has to oppose the other." A tear spilled onto your cheeks, a poetic, but feeble reaction to his words. "What have you become?" You question, unable to stop the aching in your heart, or the cracking in your voice, or the tears spilling carelessly down your cheeks and hitting the floor. Lava boils and shoots up behind him, barely able to entrap your mood in this moment. "God, Y\N. How many times must you be told? It's for you! To keep you alive, safe!" He steps closer to you, and you step back. "I loved you. I really did." You confess, your bottom lip quivering, much like your body right now, as you step closer to the edge, your head spun. Anakin glared at you, with his intense gaze, unable to piece you together. "We could've had it all..." You sob quietly, stepping closer to the platform that separated you both, and a painful, bloodcurdling death. Would that bring you peace? Would that calm the storm in your heart? Yeah, it might actually... You step more and more to the edge. Anakin seems to realize what you are doing, planning to do and he rushes over to stop you, only to accidently bump into you and push you over. "Y\N!" He screams as your eyes widen, falling fast to your certain doom. You look at him as you fall and his eyes meet yours, you can see a tear escaping his glowing yellow eyes. Just before you connect with the scorching lava and die, you have one last thought, "What could have happened?" And before anything else, you fall into the lava, screaming agonizingly as you burn, wishing you were never born. What could have happened?

5.. *drum roll* Cassian Andor.

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1. cassian andor

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I love you too. <333333

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.

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