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Sleeked Windows

Outside was a downpour; the sky raging at the land in an hour long battle, punctuated by short respite, then continuation. The sky, shrouded by dark, ominous clouds lashing whipping winds and hail-like rain, causing everyone to stay at home.

You and Anakin were no exception. In a way, you were glad that the storm was scheduled for today. Ani had been away so frequently it seemed like you both lived in two different places, you at the palace of your home and him at the Temple. However, the storm offered a breather, a chance for reconnection.

Anakin sat on the sofa, his Jedi clothes shed and in a washing cycle currently as he called to you, as you worked on some hot cocoa in the kitchen. "Angel, how many blankets did you want to use?" You took a moment to think. "Those two weighted ones, of course!" He nodded to himself and moved to go grab them, passing by you as you added extra jumbo marshmallows into the mug, to the point where the liquid was invisible. "You and your marshmallows.." He chuckled, wrapping his mechanical hand around your waist, letting it rest on your soft tummy as he leaned in to kiss your neck a few times.

"I've missed you.." You confess to him finally, your hand slipping off of the mug as you rest it on the counter. He lets out a hum, pulling off of your neck. "I've missed you too, princess.. I know I've been away, busy. But we have all the time in the world to spend." He whispers into the shell of your ear, before resuming his sweet assault on your neck, eventually picking you up, bridal style, as if you weight nothing, and carrying you to the couch, throwing you onto it, and watching your face contort in surprise, slight fear and then happiness.

He took his spot beside you, wrapping you in one of the weighted blankets, pressing the remote to the hologram-drama. The hot chocolate completely forgotten as he embraced you tightly, as if he never wanted you to leave.

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Author's Note: I have no idea how long it's been! But here you go hehe.

Ok Anakin Sidewalker, the Chosen One.

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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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Requested by: @m00n-lxght

Getting Them Pets! (Part One!)

Kylo Ren: Long ago, you decided to aim for getting something special for him. You had no idea what, so you did some searching and studying, going to different systems and stars to determine what pet would make the best for Kylo. Going out in the middle of the morning to search the planets certainly alarmed Kylo, but upon telling him you were 'gathering researching' on something that heavily interested you, he relaxed.

After an infuriating amount of research, studying and writing, you managed to find something perfect: A dog, a Basenji. Curious, affectionate, intelligent, quiet, alert and low maintenance. Perfect for Kylo. Once you got a male, red in color and small in size, Kylo looked at you. "This is yours?" He asked, his voice perplexed. "Ours." You corrected, a smile on your face as you handed the puppy to your boyfriend. Kylo inspected the dog for a bit, before softening and cradling the dog, his face compassionate and kind. Teary-eyed, he thanked you.

Armitage Hux: How on Earth you managed to convince him of getting a pet? No idea. How did you even get the pet in? A mystery. But you did. A ginger cat, matching his Armitage's ginger hair. Seeing the cat, Armitage looked at you, as if disgusted by the gesture, but you know he would crack. "It's for you, and me." You hand him the kitten and his facade is immediately cracked.

He leans into give you a kiss while holding the precious kitty, the kiss a bit aggressive as he practically mashes your lips together but then it softens and deepens. "I love you." He whispers softly, cherishing you and the cat.

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A\N: Part two out Monday! Love you guys <3

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 😀

Seeing You Play an Instrument Scenarios!

Anakin Skywalker: Anakin had just gotten home from a long, problematic day at the Temple. All he found himself thinking of while being lectured by Obi-Wan for the upteenth time was you. The way you smelled, your smile and that little chortle of a laugh you have... he could go on for hours. He was infatuated with the sight of you. "Anakin, are you listening?" Obi-Wan asks with a raised eyebrow. That snapped Anakin out of his daydream of losing himself in your skin. "Yes, Master." Obi-Wan looks at him for a good couple of tense seconds before sighing. "Go home, Anakin. Clear your head and come back."

Anakin dashed out of the Temple, jumping into his cruiser before speeding home. He jumped into your palace of a house, outstretching his arms in a confident gesture, a smirk on his face. But... he doesn't see you. But the soft hum of music melts his mind; he can't help but follow it. It leads him to your guys' shared bedroom, the smell of your favorite vanilla and tangerine candle pleases his nose as he's met with the sight of your back as you strummed the strings of a guitar.

Oh, what a sight for sore eyes. Anakin sits on a chair, his eyes closed, feeling the hum of reverberation from the strings go straight to his soul. Paired with the soft, quiet singing of yours as you wrote lyrics and matched them with the emotion of the soft strum. He did not say a single word, as he knew you wouldn't play so soulfully if you knew of his presence. So, he remained quiet, his eyes still closed, his head leaned back. What a relaxing wind-down from the troublesome day. The intimacy of seeing into your emotions and listening them pour into your lovely music was overwhelming but Anakin embraced it deeply.

He wanted to get lost into your soul and the pools of deep to shallow emotions if it meant that he could hear this sweet melody again.

Luke Skywalker: You agreed to play your violin for him, as he wished to hear it and wanted to learn. How could you say no to those big, blue atlantic eyes of his? So, here you were. Stood in his room, repeatedly moving your bow to the strings of your bow as you concentrated on the tone of your music, and the amount of soul you poured into it.

As you did, you felt the memories of past experiences hit you like bricks, and a certain, new rush of emotions, varying in feel, poured into your bow as you stroked it over the chestnut violin. Luke sat on the bed, his eyes wide with amazement, his eyebrows set high and his body moving in a soft, but increasingly intense rhythm as the music hit it's nirvana and winded down. He hummed softly and sung soft, sweet lyrics that became more and more prominent with each crescendo of yours, this was beautiful to him. His eyes fluttered closed and then open, to observe your beautiful face, furrowed eyebrows and the glistening of sweat as you focused.

It truly was a rare and poetic sight of you. Focused, sweaty but so full of emotion that it overflowed and linked Luke closer to you. His blue eyes shined with a feeling of pride and happiness at the sight of his lover doing what she loved and sharing such a sacred moment with you as you both wrote music together in your free time.

These moments were what gave him strength to go on everyday, and made him cradle you close at night tighter than usual.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: It was unexpected, to hear you playing an instrument. But it was early morning, and Obi-Wan found himself to be awoken by passion as you called his name. He could see you in the living room, in the piano he bought for you a few years ago.

He got up, walking over to the door frame as he watched. You played the keys beautifully, reading off the sheet in front of you as you occasionally fumbled from your own eagerness. But, it was intense, passionate and brought a feeling of warmth to spread throughout his chest. The moment he saw your head leaned back, as your hands moved fluently over the vast space of the white and black keys, searching for something to resonate a electric-like sound that sent shivers through his spine and made his ears crave more.

You didn't sing, vocalize or hum, you simply let your fingers create such a sound. Obi-Wan let out a sigh as he loosened up, your music sent him on a roller coaster of emotions: Happy, anxious, content and yearning. But he always wanted more.

He could swear that your music could end a war. It always ended the war of his mind and heart on how much you meant to him and how much he truly loved you.

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A\N: Been a while since I actually posted. Expect more content as I kick my writers block in the ass.

Happiness and Tears (Part Three)

In the lobby, it seemed as though time was killing you. You promised yourself you wouldn't worry, that since Clay trusted Jack, you could too. You were trying. Really trying. But something brought you an uneasy feeling about this transplant, but, in the end you knew, it had to be done. Clay was going to be fine.

As you sat there, side-by-side with his mother, she let out small sighs or quiet sobs at times. It was difficult for her as well. You imagined as much and leaned in to give her a reassuring hug, after all, you needed one as well. "I remember when Clay was a boy," Lilith spoke, her voice shaky, a reminder of her constant worry. "He would talk about how much he wanted to be loved, accepted. His father.... well, he didn't love him. Like he should've. He never knew or cared about how Clay was this amazing child.. with so much potential, with such great intelligence." You listened, remembering how Clay spoke of his father as an abusive and alcoholic man with no care toward his family, just his liquor.

Doctor's\ Clay's POV

"Hey, Puttnam, hand me a scalpel." Jack says, holding out his hand, Dr. Puttnam quickly hands Jack a scalpel at his side. "Have you put him under, yet?" Penny asks, her hands moving to squeeze on her gloves. Dr. Lupin looks at her and shakes his head, "Nope, not yet." He prepares the breathing tube, tape and anesthesia. Carefully, he injects the anesthesia into Clay. "Count back from ten for me okay, bud?" Dr. Lupin goes to put down the medicine and get changed to help with the operation.

Clay's eyes close, as he begins counting back, but he slowly realizes closer and closer to zero that it is not taking effect. Especially when he can hear Jack instructing the others to hand him tools and equipment to properly cut into Clay's body. Clay, startled, quickly starts thinking about you, his happy place. Thinking about what you both can do when he is finished with this transplant, this pain. The marriage, growing old together, getting you anniversary gifts....

he was shot out of his fantasizing by the feeling of sharp, cold metal cutting into his skin. Followed by joking by the doctors. Clay hastily thinks back to you, when he first met you, your first date, everything, trying to calm himself down, cope with the excruciating pain. "Okay, hand me the heart." Jack instructs to however is closest. "Here you go." Puttnam says.

"Hey, guys, I have to take this call." Dr. Lupin's voice rings out, as he sweeps closer to the exit. "Okay." Jack calls. "Sure you will be fine without me?" Dr. Lupin laughs before Penny replies. "Yeah. What do you think we are, fresh med-school graduates?" She smirks, followed by a slight chuckle from Puttnam. "Be back soon." Lupin promises before sweeping out. "Alright. Let's do it." Penny's voice grows series and grim. Jack immediately sweats. "Grab the syringe, Jack." Puttnam says, his voice hardened as well. "We need that debt paid." Penny reminds Jack, as he hesitates. "Is it really worth taking the risk of going to jail?" Jack tries to reason with them. "What the hell is going on?" Clay thinks to himself, his eyes flickering back from Penny, Puttnam to Jack.

"Jack! Get your head out of your ass." Puttnam urges him, his eyes annoyed. "He's right. We've discussed this already." Penny lets out a soft scoff, her expression borderline angry. Jack hesitates again, before picking up a silver syringe, injected with an odd colored serum that Clay does not recognize. Penny's expression becomes intense, as she watches Jack inject the heart. "Good, now, let's get this over with before that anesthesiologist comes back."

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Thank you, @haydenpookiebear for the encouraging ask! Part four out sometime tomorrow!

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"Wake up, angel." That voice that you could recognize in an instant, whispered sweetly into your ear, and those warm, comfy arms squeezed you. "A few more minutes, Ani..." You said groggily in reply, attempting to finish a lovely dream you were enraptured in. "Come on, sweetheart." He smiled, squeezing you once more before getting out of bed and wrapping his arms around you, picking you up. "I'm up." You say, blinking the sleepiness out of your eyes as you wrap your legs around his waist instinctively. Anakin nods, giving you a soft kiss to your forehead before setting you on your feet. "I have a surprise for you, wait here."

You nod, still not entirely awake but getting there. Anakin had woken you both up early, as the sun was barely in the sky and the sky was tinted midnight blue still. He pecks you on the cheek and walks away, and a second later you hear the sounds of turning faucets and running water. A bath, at God knows when in the morning. You fiddle with your pajamas, yawning to yourself as Anakin enters the room, smiling. He ruffles your hair. "Come on, love." He laughs as he takes your hand, leading you to the bathroom and closing the door behind you both.

"Ani, it's not even morning yet," You tell him, gesturing to the bathtub. He waves you off dismissively. "So? You know I have a few more hours till Obi-Wan and the council will be calling me. Let's spend this time together." He says, holding you to his chest and kissing your neck a few times. You smile, laughing at the sensation as it tickles you gently and nodding. "Okay, okay," He beams at you and kisses your cheek a few times, with that grin that you absolutely adore. Once stripped of your pajamas, you both head into the warm, relaxing water. Anakin lays back against the mouth of the tub and you relax against his chest as his hands find their way to your shoulders.

The Temple keeps Ani busy most of the weeks, and moments like these help you both unwind. Intimate moments with Anakin are the moments you tend to recollect how you both fell in love and got here. When you looked into his deep blue eyes, eyes as blue as the deepest oceans, and he gazes back into yours, you both swear you can see your futures.

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