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Tag Game!

rules- your URL song meme!

Tagged by @maevesversion tysm love <33

K- Kill Bill- SZA

I- I Sent My Therapist to Therapy- Alec Benjamin

N- No One Knows- Queens of The Stone Age

G- Gangsta's Paradise- Coolio

D- Drag 'Em N The River- U.N.L.V.

O- Obsessed- Mariah Carey

M- Misery- Maroon 5

H- Heartbreak Hotel- Whitney Houston, Faith Evans & Kelly Price

A- Agoraphobic- CORPSE

T- The Color Violet- Tory Lanez

E- Everybody Wants to Rule the World- Tears for Fears

No presh tags: @anakinsbbgirl @anakinstwinklebunny @luvskywxlker @lukeslights4ber @10angeltears10 @haydenscontroversialgf @haydensangel @ohgodmyeyes @fuckmyskywalker @leiaorganaskywalkers @mmeskywalker and anyone else <3

﹙ TAG GAME. ﹚

rules ⎯ url song meme.

thank you @dilfverz & @spcncershasting for the tags ilysm.

C ⎯ clocks by coldplay.

O ⎯ orion by metallica.

S ⎯ sex on fire by kings of leon.

M ⎯ marjorie by taylor swift.

I ⎯ into you by tamia.

C ⎯ cinnamon girl by lana del rey.

A ⎯ a year without rain by selena gomez.

N ⎯ nutshell by alice in chains.

A ⎯ as it was by harry styles.

K ⎯ kiss it better by rihanna.

I ⎯ in the end by linkin park.

N ⎯ no need to argue by the cranberries.

no pressure tags. @anqeliclust @anakin-pilled @st4rfckerz @stargirlrchive @heartsforvin @venuscameron @obxsprincess @forevergirlposts @fawnchives ⎯ ᡣ𐭩.

tag game ◌༉‧

15 questions for 15 (or some) friends

Thanks, as always, for the tag @lukeslights4ber :D

➯ were you named after anyone? Not that I know of??

➯ when was the last time you cried? Yesterday. I tend to make myself cry when I think of real shitty things like what if my alive and well friend were to kill themselves?? Idk why-

➯ do you have kids? Nah, but I think I'd like some when I'm older.

➯ what sports have you played / do you play? I play badminton with my family sometimes, my dad teaches me things about basketball and I used to play volleyball, but no more than that.

➯ do you use sarcasm? YES it is my one true love and go-to friend.

➯ first thing you notice about people? Face, hair and clothes.

➯ what is your eyecolor? Light Brown.

➯ scary movies or happy endings? Both. But mainly scary movies.

➯ any talents? I'm great at spelling and pronunciation, always have been, never once got below a B on spelling tests.

➯ where were you born? Las Vegas, Nevada.

➯ what are your hobbies? Reading, writing, browsing Pinterest, collecting crystals and currently into making jewelry. Drawing, socializing and overall being left alone.

➯ do you have any pets? Yeah- three dogs; A Belgian Malinois, Blue Heeler and a pacified Pit Bull mix.

➯ how tall are you? 5'6.

➯ favorite subject in school? ELA. I love writing and constantly evolving and improving my writing!!

➯ dream job? I wanna be an entrepreneur of my own business that sells books, but mainly mine :))

You don't have to, if you don't want to ofc btw: @haydenpookiebear @anakinstwinklebunny @anakinsbbgirl @ohgodmyeyes @anakinniesluv @vixxensvoid @fuckmyskywalker @10angeltears10 @jadegmfu @haydensangel @haydenscontroversialgf @leiaorganaskywalkers

Tag game!! 💗

Thanks for the tag @kaleidoscope1967eyes

✩ 15 questions for 15 (some) friends

Were you named after anyone? i think that the virgin mary was the inspo for my name but im not sure

When was the last time you cried? a few weeks ago, i try to not do it often bc it really affects me and i want to unalive myself lmaoo

Do you have kids? no, but does my dog count???

What sports have you played / do you play? right now i don’t play any, but as a teen i rode sport horses and i was a show jumper, really close to becoming a pro before i quit 😔 but ill get back to it soon i promise

Do you use sarcasm? sometimes

First thing you notice about people? hmmm.. i think their clothes and body type (?)

What is your eye color? dark brown and i hate itttt

Scary movies or happy endings? i like both! can’t decide

Any talents? i have a few… horse riding, writing, drawing, nail art, and cosplay :)

Where were you born? oh i take pride in this one cuz i was born in polanco, the nicest place in all of mexico city <3

What are your hobbies? drawing, writing, playing videogames and reading fics

Do you have any pets? yes i have yoda! and he’s a little chihuahua dog

How tall are you? i’m 5’0

Favorite subject in school? literature, visual arts and english

Dream job? i do not dream of labor, i want to be a spoiled housewife, that’s it :)

No pressure tags: @redxstvrx @lucyisdoingfine @goodnightmoonlightladies and anyone else!!

TAG GAME ᡣ𐭩

four characters that make you go ‘my man, my man, my man’

Tagged by: @anakinniesluv @skywalkerstwinklestar @lukeslights4ber my eart is with y'all <333

I love my babygirls <3

No pressure :)): @haydenpookiebear @fuckmyskywalker @vixxensvoid @nananooti @maevesversion @ohgodmyeyes @leiaorganaskywalkers @jadegmfu @katiapostsss @luvskywxlker

tag game.

𝐑 𝐔 𝐋 𝐄 𝐒 — four characters that make you go "my man, my man, my man."

tysm for the tag @rafescurtainbangz + @drudyslut (love u girlies)

sorry rafey but a decision has to be made. you're still my kook king. muah!! ‹𝟹 — fuck these boys make me feral af.

𝐓 𝐀 𝐆 𝐒 — @rafesthroatbaby @drewstarkeyslut @cosmicanakin @heraklees @joequinns @heartsforvin @fawnchives @rafesmuse @rafism @haven247

They're Possessive Scenarios!

Anakin Skywalker: It was a normal day in Coruscant, and you were helping around the Temple, acting as a humble civilian who only wished to keep things in order for those who keep the galaxy in peace and order and protect countless people. But it was mainly just for Anakin's presence.

As you were speaking to a few Jedi, a teenage Padawan, not particularly ugly, but not too good-looking, walked up to you and tapped your shoulder, and you turned. "Yes?" You asked, your tone patient and kind. The boy was obviously staring at your body, and your words snapped him out of the trance. "Um... what if I took you on a date?" He asked, his eyes unblinking as they stared into yours. This was just a child, what was he talking about? "Uh, what?" You ask, perplexed. "What if I took you on a date? Gave you flowers, chocolates and walked you home? To kiss you on your lips and have some fun with you?"

"No, thank you. I'm already taken." You tell him in a kind tone, mustering a smile. He frowns and presses further. As you were growing more uncomfy with the situation and this child's inability to take no for an answer and tenacity to still press on the wound to cause it to continue to gush blood, Anakin walked by. He just got out of a little lecture with the rest of the Jedi Masters and those who were speaking to you, had barely anything to say, thinking it was just a lovesick boy, but it was obviously more. Anakin, who could sense your discomfort from miles away, was incredibly surprised and angered to see no one taking action. He walked over to you, a reassuring hand on your shoulder, to keep things light, gazed at the boy and asked him to run along, and the boy, did so.

He turned to you, his blue eyes piercing. "Why didn't you just call me over? I was not too far away." His gaze was intense and his words were firm and you sighed. "Didn't know how pursuing little kids are these days.." Anakin ushered you from the gaze of others, and whispered the words in your ear that made your knees weak. "You're mine, don't you understand that?"

Han Solo: You both were at a bar, Han was trying to negotiate some terms so that Jabba could have his money and Han his life. You were only there because you insisted and Han believed that you could reduce the stress of the situation and keep him relatively calm. One of Jabba's men approached your booth and Chewie, who also insisted to come, was on guard, and Han sighed. "Relax, buddy. We've got this in the bag."

The henchman sat in the booth, eyes roaming over the three of you, and particularly interested in you and your figure. Han, who noticed this, brought the man's attention back to the matters at hand. "So, *pal*, this can go easily if you can get Jabba's panties out of the bunch. The cargo's safe and the Millenium Falcon and my crew are more than capable of delivering it without any conflicts, eh? So, tell him I'll get the money as soon as that's done." The henchman frowned at this and shook his head. "No, Jabba wants his money now, Solo." Han's jaw tightened and it looked like he was seriously considering a better way to deal with this man. But your hand squeezed his in a comforting gesture and it brought him back to the ground.

"Can't he understand a man in business? Not everything's all sunshine and rainbows. It's gonna take some time." Han frowned and the man's gaze somehow drifted back to you, and every little detail of you, and he licked his lips creepily, speaking now in a more low tone. "Well, there can be another way, I suppose..." You visibly tensed up and a few not-so thoughtful words popped up in your head and were on the tip of your tongue and as you were about to say it, Han beat you to it. "Nope. No way. This, right here, is mine. Non-negotiable. And it'll always be that way, sorry, pal, but you'll have 'ta find your own." At this point, Chewie had began making his sounds of protest to the man's words and in agreement to Han's words. Han wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. Long story short, all three of you ended up leaving with the man blasted.

Kylo Ren: He couldn't understand it. The idea of someone trying to take you from him, had they learned nothing from his outbursts and clear anger tendencies? Clearly not and that pissed him off. Why was there always someone who challenged authority? Why could no one just submit and do their part? Were all of the questions in Kylo's mind after one of his soldiers told him that you were in the training room and a specific low-ranking general thought he could sweep you off of your feet with words of no meaning.

Kylo had power-walked there, arriving in minutes despite the room being so far from his. He found the man and held out his hand, blowing the man back with the Force. He looked at you and you knew for a fact all he saw was red. He strode over to the pinned man and spat out the words, "What could possibly be going on in that dim-witted brain of yours to mess with something that isn't yours?! Did your parents not teach you simple manners? Or did you think you were above that, too?! Well, take this as a catching-up." He crushed the man further and further against the sleek-black walls of the Ship. He was so blinded by rage that he did not realize that the man was already dead. But once he did, he let go, and bit the inside of his cheek, bitterly. He could taste the copper-taste of blood and didn't mind in the slightest.

Instead, his eyes swept over to you and he motioned for his finger for you to follow him. And once you did, you were up against a wall with him all over you, his hands, mouth, everything while repeatedly saying:* "Mine. Get that. You're mine. Nothing less. No one else's."

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A\N: A little treat before I'm away for about two weeks for testing <3

I love ur banner sm can you post it

Here it is! I think I got it on Pinterest?? I can't rememberr

JUSTICE FOR HAYDEN!

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I just read the article on Hayden's assault and was told by my mutuals and I have never been so disgusted. Why would someone hurt a figure, an icon with such a positive impact? Who could even think to do such a thing? I am so glad to have been made aware of this and be a member of the Hayden Christensen appreciation fandom because things like this need to be addressed IMMEDIATELY.

I hate how this girl is going and DENYING it all over Facebook. If you have the balls to do it, why not say that you did? It's vile. But to also say that you are going to file a harassment lawsuit against him? What the actual fuck? Apparently he was taken to a secured room for 2 hours and he chose to go on with the meet. I mean, this man is truly the definition of an angel and I LOVE him.

I've heard from multiple accounts that he stays late to make sure that he has met and lightened people's days up, and that makes me truly want to cry. I wanted to just spread the word to those who are unaware but also love Hayden like me. So, please, spread the hashtag: #HaydenWeLoveU and dedicate this to saying kind things about him.

They're Jealous Scenarios!

Han Solo: Maybe he was mistaken. He could've sworn he could see you speaking to one of the Resistance Pilots, a little smile cropped onto your gorgeous face. The same smile that you give him when he retorts with a snarky comment or a sardonic (playful) insult. And if that was correct, and he is 99.9% sure it is, why is it projected toward this bum?

With an adrenaline rush, he strides over to the pair of you, cutting your stupid conversation in two. Han's arm finds it's way to your upper back as he inserts himself into the interaction. He glares at the guy, his gaze too intense to match with that goofy grin on his face, which seems so out of place "I'm sure this is a lovely conversation, but we gotta go, bigger fish to fry. Don't we, sweetheart?" Then, he's tugging you away before you can reply. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, keeping you close to him.

The feeling that shot through him at the sight of you, so close to someone else, when you really did not need to be, it made his blood boil. "What kinda business do ya got with a guy like that, anyway?" Han's tone was firm, he really wanted to hear your answer. "None! I know that, it was just a conversation, Han." He scoffed and threw up his arms, almost defensively. "You just said it, none! You got no business talking to a bum like that! Come on, you're so much more than what you make yourself out to be, love." You frown but hug him anyways, sighing heavily.

Anakin Skywalker: He knew the feeling of jealousy well, too well. One might even call them friends and lovers. You, were his light, his angel, his sweetness. But he knew what was not what other guys saw in you, of course not, they saw you as something too low, a mere object. You were so much more, you had value, you had brightness, you shine, like the sun.

So when he could clearly see you being flirted with, flattered and random men in your vicinity, too close, and the clearly uncomfortable body language of yours, his mind went into husband mode, protectiveness, instinct to make you smile again, he moved over to the men. His gaze was like daggers, and threatening, those blue eyes that were the symbols of love, adoration, devotion and unspeakable, unwavering commitment to you, replaced by threats, searing jealousy and protection. He asked the men a simple question, "What do you think you're doing? Can't you see they are uncomfortable? Huh?" The men scrambled and spoke overlapping about their reasonings but Anakin couldn't hear more than, "We just wanted to show them a good time."

Within those few seconds, rage. All he could see was red. He used the force to send them flying back with ferocity. Once they hit a wall, he bent his fingers ever so slightly, force-choking them. But once you protested, he stopped. The men scurried off like mice. He turned back to you, seeing your face, no longer tainted by uncomfortability and now happiness, happiness because the guys were gone. "Thank you, Ani." He smiles, those pearly blue eyes melting into soft orbs of adorability. Oh, how, he loved you and it showed.

Kylo Ren: Supreme Leader Kylo Ren had faults. Flaws. Everyone knew that. To name a few: Anger issues, possessiveness and protection-issues and jealousy. He trained himself, he had such discipline and a higher goal to be like Vader that he always found himself being told off by you to slow down. Not work too hard.

You resemble to him, his mother. You carried such qualities of determination, hope, gentleness but a tendency to become firm if need be, and you always remained honest to him. Always.

However, that did not mean that everyone saw this in you. Frequently a group of women or men would hit on you, and it always ended in a fight. Because someone said something biting to him or you, and Kylo lost it. He always promised to you that he couldn't help it, and you knew this. The situation now with one of your higher ranking officials was getting out of hand and you were solving it, your own way. And you knew if Kylo had seen, it would become worse and violent.

The officer of yours seemed to not be getting the hint from your calm and collected words and you felt the anger boil in your blood and the officer said something insensitive and in a blinding flash, something black soared past you and knocked down the officer to the floor like a bowling ball hitting pins. It happened so fast, the officer couldn't even let out a scream, or a yelp. And when the moment past and your mind caught up to the situation, it was Kylo. You were frozen, and did not react immediately but when you did, Kylo was heaving, the officer's face was like something a scene from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, but you scrambled to take Kylo away before the officer was dead. You called a medic and ran away. You did not even have to ask him what the hell that was, he was already talking.

"I can't believe the disrespect and vulgar language you get. They are tools, but they think that they are have potential to be more. My love, you're no object, you know? Not for anyone's pathetic usage, you're a person, and you're mine. My love, my beauty and my life. Always." He says before capturing your lips in a fierce kiss, with an underlying tenderness.

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Okay, okay, the girly ass giggle I just made, I feel like a goddamn middle schooler..

Thanks for the tag, @lukeslights4ber <33 Ily2

@skywalkersstar @haydenpookiebear @fuckmyskywalker @jadegmfu @anakinsbbgirl @ohgodmyeyes @haydensangel @anakinniesluv @luvskywxlker @slut4ani @cruella1989

that's just to name a few, you guys are amazing btw, I cherish you guys with all of my soul <3333

hey moots lets start a wholesome chain because i think it’s very well needed tonight 🫶🏻 no rules, just reblog & tag people who you love very much and think deserve the world !!

@snobwaffles @dumbificat @soleillunne @manumimiii @xianyoon @blue-b3rries @sparklyspring @hwaitham @bunicate @nervocat @yaminohimeyume @ryuryuryuyurboat @auroratumbles @mikacynth @/heiayen @www-brontide + all the members of ecrin & anyone reading this !!

ehe… uhm my first time startin one of these i just wanna spread some positivity, i don’t like seeing people down n’ stuff 🥺

5.. *drum roll* Cassian Andor.

to celebrate new years, here’s a list of characters who i’d let crack my back like a glowstick

1. cassian andor

2. cassian andor

3. cassian andor

add yours in the tags

Reblog, please!

If you wanna protect AO3 or character ai. Or Wattpad. Or Tumblr. Or discord. Or even the right for undocumented people and minors to use the fucking Internet reblog this I swear to God. Reblog this and reblog as many KOSA posts as you can go on their website and contact your Representatives. Do it. Do it. Do it.

It's Your Birthday Scenarios!

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."

Cuddling Them Scenarios!

Kylo Ren: The Order had kept him busy for a long time, and although he did not like it, it meant the world to him you were patient with him. However, on a particularly bad day for him, when nothing seemed to go his way, he came back to you, not caring of his hateful attitude, until he did. You asked him a couple questions like, "What's wrong?" and "What happened at work today, sweetie?" and he had told you he didn't wish to speak about it, but you still pushed, out of concern. You couldn't make it better unless you knew what it was.

But it annoyed him, and he snapped at you, "Jesus, are you fucking deaf, Y\N?! I told you to leave it!" And you immediately shut up, leaving the room to deal with the incoming tears threatening to flood your face. At first, Kylo just stayed silent and sat himself on the couch, dealing with his anger himself, but after a few moments of gathering himself, he could hear the soft and muffled cries of you sobbing and it struck him like a ton of bricks. He should not have spoken to you like that. You, his beloved sweetheart, he yelled at you. When you tried to help him.

"Y\N... baby, that wasn't me, you know that. I didn't mean to treat you like that, you don't deserve it. I just had a bad day, Snoke wasn't too cooperative... Honey, let me in. I'll make it up to you." You sniffled, and sighed, wiping the tears as you approached the door and opened it, allowing him a good look at your eyes red and puffy with the tears and he felt his heart break. He wraps his arms around you, squishing you against his warm chest and scoops you up, leading you to the bed and wrapping a few (thousand) blankets around you as he keeps his arms securely around your waist, pulling you against him. "I love you, you know that?" He whispers against your ear.

Anakin Skywalker: After finding out he was not granted the rank of master but a seat on the council, he needed to sulk about it. That night when he went home to you, he fell into your awaiting arms, ready to welcome him after a long, rough day. He sighed against your neck, lazily wrapping his arms around your waist, his golden brown hair falling into his eyes, but that did not matter, all that mattered was your embrace. Oh, how he craved your embraces.

"Cuddle me. Let me sleep with you." He asked with a tone of tiredness. You nod and lead him to the bed, laying on it with him and cradling him, his head on your chest, running your hands through his sun-touched golden locks. He lets out a content hum and pressing his long fingers to your other hand stationed on his arm, he intertwined your fingers together, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. His eyelashes flutter a bit, signaling he's falling asleep. You smile to yourself, satisfied at the way you could practically lull Ani to sleep. But also because the reward, the sight of seeing him asleep so soundly, so peacefully, it's a pride thing for sure.

Luke Skywalker: It was the end of the day and you found yourselves in his bedroom, with him bent over your hands, his sandy brown hair draping over his face as he fixates on the task of painting your nails. "You're going to love it, Y\N. I'm almost done!" He says, as he finishes painting your pinky, blowing on it before moving away, flipping his hair out of his oceanic blue eyes. "So, whatcha think?" He asks with a glittering smile, crossing his legs and resting his cheek on both of his hands.

You bring your hands to your face, gazing at the color and letting out a breathy chuckle. "Wow! How did you learn to do this so good?" You raise an eyebrow. He shrugs. "I had a good teacher." He smiles, nudging your arm. You beam at him. "Come here." You say, beckoning him closer, he leans in forward, more and more until... Your lips meet, a soft, dreamy sigh escapes his lips, reaching up to cup your cheek lightly in his hand. His eyes close as he feels his head spin.... you were so gorgeous, so sweet, so kind and patient... like a dream. A dream in which he has been fantasizing and romanticizing about for countless days on nights. A release from the scorching heat of the Tatooine suns beating down on him as he works hard at the Harvest, desperate for an escape. And then came you. His escape.

His hands move to wrap around your waist and pull you down backwards on the bed, careful of your newly polished nails to not get smudged as he rests his head in between the crook of your neck. You go along with it, letting out a sigh as you relax into the mattress and embrace, wrapping your legs around his waist, as he strokes your hair, his breathing slowing more and more.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Obi-Wan had just come back from a mission. The first thing on his mind? You, the Council and a good, long warm bath. He steers his ship to the Temple, hopping out and treading to communicate his findings and results to the Masters. Once he was finished, he tiredly hopped back into his ship and navigated to your guys' house. He climbed out, pulled his hood down and took his robes off, hanging them on his lower arm. "Y\N? I'm back, princess." He calls, as he gazes around, wondering where you've gone. Until you came running from seemingly nowhere and jumping on him, yelling, "Obi!"

He grunts as the wind is knocked out of him, but instinctively wraps his arms tightly and securely around your waist, chuckling a bit as he presses a kiss to your forehead. "Hey." You kiss his cheek and then lips. "Come on, I've got a surprise for you!" You slid off of his body, and lead him to the kitchen, a meal you've cooked for him sitting on a plate, and he can see the steam wafting off of it. "And I'll get the bath running." You say, dashing off to turn on the faucet, applying slightly hot water, and ordering the shampoo, conditioner, body wash and even a bath bomb in order for him.

You come back out to see him damn near finished with the food and a loud laugh ripples through both of your throats at the sight of your faces. "The bath's running." You tell him, skipping to get behind him and rubbing his back soothingly, he groans and relaxes. He finishes the plate and lets you lead him into the water, undressing him slowly, and helping him in. "Come here." Obi-Wan smiles at you, his blue eyes almost pleading as he outstretching his hand to you. With a grin, you undress and hop in in front of him, and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against his warm chest as he pressed kisses to your neck and dabbed water on both of your bodies. "

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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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!

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Seeing You Crying Scenarios!

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?"

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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.

sorry, I can't find Chapter 1 of Happiness and Tears? So I can understand the rest of the series. Is it posted?

No worries! Yes, it is posted and it is odd that you can't find it. I don't know how to work links (idk why) but I'll just give you the whole story:

Happiness and Tears (Part One)

You had been waiting for Clayton to come back to you for a long time; he had recently joined the Army for before he had gotten the emergency call for the heart transplant, and you, his fiance, waited anxiously for him to come back. You haven't seen him for a few months, although you both called frequently and communicated whenever possible. You fiddled with your clothes and with your appearance, wanting nothing more than to look beautiful for him.

The moment his gorgeous blue eyes locked with yours, your breath had gotten stuck in your throat. He appeared to you in his military uniform and you could swear he had seen you get flustered, as he smiled. You hastily walked over to him, hugging him as tight as possible, burying your face in his chest as he chuckled and hugged you back. "Hi, love." He grinned at you. "Hey, Clay." You spoke, voice cracking slightly. You had never expected to be this emotional when you were reunited with your soon-to-be-husband, but you were. You brought your hands up to cup his cheeks, gently running your thumbs over them as you took in his appearance once more. From his sparkling eyes, proud smirk, to the way his hair was gelled and slicked to the side.

"I missed you so much, you know that?" He spoke to you, his hand going to your waist and other going to comb his fingers through your hair as he always loved to do. "I missed you more." You replied, a smile on your face. "Jack wants to see me." He said, sighing softly, but keeping his smirk. "I know." You sigh as well, looking at his uniform, your eyes gleaming as you traced the medals with your finger. "Do you want to come?" Clay asked you, his finger going to your chin to gently lift your head to look at him. "If you want." You answered. He lowered his head to yours and caught your lips in a sweet and longing kiss. Your heart beat pounded, to the point you were sure Clay could hear it too. He pulled back slightly, his face still close to yours and he looked at you, before placing his forehead against yours.

"Of course I want you to come with me." He smiled. He pulled all the way back and gazed down at you with adoration, you could see it in his eyes. "Don't you think you should change?" You ask playfully and he laughs slightly. "Yeah, probably should." He gives you one more quick kiss before hurrying inside with you to change out of his uniform. You hummed softly as you waited for him to get dressed. You were so delighted that he was home but at the same time so dejected that he had to immediately deal with his heart complications.

Alas, you still went with him once he got changed. Why wouldn't you? Clay and you were to be married, why would you let this get in your way? Ever since you met Clay, you knew he had heart problems and would eventually need a transplant, but it never stopped either of you from loving the other. Even if Lillith didn't like the idea of you both getting married, she knew there was nothing she could do as long as Clay loved you like he did. "Do you want me to wait out here?" You ask, once you both get into the Hospital and you walk to Jack's office. He shook his head, "Y\N, you can come in." He smiled at you and you nodded. Clay knocked on the door and Jack opened it. "Yeah? Oh, hey, Clay! What took you so long?" Jack chuckled, giving Clay a friendly hug. Clay laughed. "Just got back." Jack gave him a curt nod and gestured for you bot to come inside. "Hey, Y\N." Jack greeted you before sitting down and looking at Clay. Both of you sat side by side in front of Jack's desk and waited. "Hi, Jack." You replied sweetly.

"Well, Clay... You know you have to get this transplant, and it has to be soon." Jack reminded Clay, his voice serious. Clay nodded. "Would you like to schedule something soon?" Jack asked, his head tilted and his hands clasped up to his lips, both of his index fingers resting on his nose. "Yes. Yes, I do. Is there a specific time I gotta schedule for?" Clay asked, his hands politely in his lap. "No. But, we will have all of our best staff available tomorrow." Clay nodded. "Well then, tomorrow sounds good." Jack gave an affirmative nod and stood up, so did Clay and you. "See you tomorrow then." Jack smiled, shaking both of your hands.

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Christmas With Them Scenarios! (Part One)

Han Solo: It was your first Christmas together. Han was jittery and nervous, he's only ever had Christmas with his parents and that was when he was way younger. Especially when he would see you stringing up the different Christmas lights around the Falcon and tree. He did not want to mess this up. "Hey there, sweets. What're you up to now?" He inquires, snaking his arms securely around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. "Hey. I'm working on these ornaments now. What do you think the pattern should be?" You ask, one hand going to hold his over your waist. He shrugs. "Whatever you think fits, dollface." You nod, gazing at the tree for a few more seconds before moving, causing Han to unwrap his hands from your waist and retract his head. With an air of curiosity you grab two different colored ornaments and hold them side by side in each of your hands, trying to determine if they will go together. Shrugging you find them appealing, so you hook them onto the tree.

"What about the presents?" Luke chimes in, coming from behind Han. "I'm workin' on it!" Han frowns at him and you chuckle softly. "No worries, I've got a handful of presents already wrapped." Han jerks his head toward you. "Did you get me one already?" You nod. "Of course. Why?" Han's frown deepens into a scowl. "Nothing, nevermind. Be right back."

He runs out of the hallway you both were in and goes down into the little workshop Leia had established. "Leia." He calls for her. "Yeah?" She calls back, her voice nonchalant as she cleans her disassembled blaster. "I need your help. With this Christmas thing." "What about it?" She questions, not turning to him. "I don't know what to get Y\N. She's already got me something." At this, Leia turns, her eyebrow raised, sighing softly. "Look, just get Y\N something that's sentimental. Something that's a part of you. Knowing her, she'll love it." Han nods, thanking Leia and racing back into the Falcon and opening a hidden compartment, grabbing a little trinket he knows is perfect. (Well, as perfect as he can get.) Entering your shared room, he hastily wraps the present. The next day, on Christmas morning, Luke, Leia, you, Chewie and Han assemble by the tree, either sitting or standing. The bottom of the tree littered with shiny wrapping paper.

"Alright! Are we ready?" You announce, distributing the appropriate presents to the twins, Chewie and Han. Han gazes at the present, although wrapped, he knew you had poured your heart and soul into each and every one of these presents. Sitting next to Han, you see as he slips you the small, squared present and smile lovingly at him, your eyes gleaming with adoration and pure happiness. Nodding to the others, you all open your presents, Luke and Leia opening theres and smiling to each other happily, Chewie grumbling\grunting just as merrily as you open Han's present for you. You gasp softly, to see a wooden, factory\partially handmade bracelet of all of the planets Han has been to. You smile at him, unable to form words, leaning in and hugging him tightly. "You deserve it."

Luke Skywalker: Still living with his aunt and uncle, he was still required to handle the harvest and take care of his Jedi duties with Ben, earning him no real breaks. However, with Christmas coming up, at dinner you announce the question you had been dying to ask of his aunt and uncle. "Do you guys think it would be bad if we all had Christmas together?" Aunt Beru takes a moment to think. "I don't see why not." You smile and nod, turning to Uncle Owen. He shrugs. "As long as Luke promises to work on the farm after." Luke nods affirmatively. "I promise."

"Then sure." More eager than ever, you finish dinner and hastily clean the dishes with precision and anticipation. You take Luke's landspeeder and scavenge the traders and ask as many people as you can if they have any parts that could be used to make multiple lights. With seemingly no hope, you ask one last person and to your surprise and relief, they had quite a few parts that you could use to make a few Christmas lights. After that, you worked diligently with Luke and Aunt Beru to create a string of lights that would fit a tree. Speaking of a tree, you had yet to get one. "I'll get it." Luke insists and you nod. "Okay, but be careful." He kisses your cheek. "Always." Before leaving to try and find a tree. In the meantime, you find (With Aunt Beru's help) a box of ornaments, mix and matched, but they would do.

Finally after a few hours Luke came back with a medium sized tree, giggling happily you go over to him, kissing him with both glee and impressiveness. Both Luke and Uncle Owen help plant the tree in a great spot inside the center of the house, quickly you string up the lights, turning them on and taking a break to eat some dinner for the night. "Do we have any ornaments?" Uncle Owen asks, gazing at Aunt Beru and then you. "Yeah, we found a box earlier." You confirm. He nods. After dinner and doing the dishes, you and Luke hook the ornaments onto the tree while Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru stand back, holding each other as they marvel at the sight of their nephew having his first Christmas with the love of his life.

Lastly, presents had to be wrapped and you were on it. You had found a custom present for Luke and a few for Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen, wrapping it in crisp paper and setting it under the tree, as you do this, Luke finishes a few for his aunt and uncle and for you. On the morning of Christmas, both you and Luke hurried to the tree and sat patiently waiting for Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen to awake. "Are you ready? Go ahead." Tells Aunt Beru. With eagerness like children, you both unwrap your presents, giving Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen their respective presents as you open the presents from each other. Opening the present you gave him, tears threatened to spill over his eyes. He was so happy. "Thank you so much, Y\N." He exclaimed, kissing you sweetly as you smile lovingly at him. "You're welcome."

As you open the present he gave you, your eyes twinkled, and you remain speechless for a few seconds. The present was a handmade ornament which was a painted version of R2-D2. You laugh quietly and turn to Luke, hugging him tightly. "It's perfect, so, so perfect."

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Announcement- First Glance Update

I regret to inform all of those waiting for the updates of First Glance that I have decided to discontinue the series. Mainly because I noticed that not many people have liked it or read it. Also because it takes me an hour or so to write every chapter, and about thirty minutes to an hour to imagine every scenario and fix any loose ends. However, since I have not been very active over the past days, because the end of the semester just so happens to be today I can tell you that I will be posting a few Scenarios with the Star Wars characters and possibly a short fic with a specific character. Thank you for reading this.

*Grabs all of his movies and plays them on repeat while waiting for 3AM*

Short and Sweet

It had been a few weeks since you had seen Anakin, due to the very tedious and amounts of focus it takes to complete and engage in a mission. You had been sure, however, to sneak a radio with you so in the nights of your mission, where you found yourself restless and in need of hearing your divine boyfriend's words, you could.

"Hey, angel. How's the mission coming?" His voice rang out through the almost desolate night, as if he were saving you from the dangers of boredom. "Hey. The missions fine.." You said, trying to make it seem like you weren't calling him out of pure need. "Oh... but you didn't call me to tell me about the mission, did you, sweetness?" The smirk in Anakin's voice was evident, making you bite your lip slightly. "No, I just needed to hear your voice. Talk to me, Ani." He sighed dramatically, as if it physically pained him to oblige your request, but you know it made him happy to be needed by you. "Did you eat today, lovely?"

"Yes. But I missed you so much though." You whine. "I know, sweet stuff, I missed you too. You know we'll just have to make up for lost time when you get back, huh?" The thought being so generously reminded in your mind made your heart skip a beat. "Oh, yes, Ani, I know." Once more, the smirk was evident in his voice. "I'm glad you do, babes. Fuck, I love you." With a satisfied smile you reply, "I love you too."

"Can't wait to hold you. Your cute little smiles drives me insane, darling." You blush softly, a pink hue spreading generously but lightly around your cheeks. "Oh, Ani... you know being away from you is like parting away from my soul?" You whisper into the phone, your voice carrying an air of absolute adoration but the desire to be back into his arms. "I do." He confirms, his voice hinting at pride. "You are in my very soul, baby. Don't you forget that." Almost forgetting to breath for a moment, you feel your heart leap in your body and you are left speechless until he speaks once more. "My beloved, you are such a cutie, especially when I know I have such an effect on you."

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A short little break from First Glance, besides, when could I not get enough of Anakin?

I could not agree more.

Well, good morning.

To the anon who sent me three long and very passionate asks expressing how disgusting I am, how much of a freak I am, how little shame I have, that I don't have moral compass, a brain... too much insults to list.

Of course I deleted them, I don't have the time nor the energy to argue with people online. What I post on my blog is mine. Sorry if that upsets you but the best I can do for you is to tag the appropriate warnings because people don't like some stuff and sorry if you had to go through a traumatic experience but you should know that everyone reacts differently to trauma.

You said it yourself anon, you don't know the shit I've been through, you don't know what I experienced and what not, and you don't know even remotely close how much writing helps me cope with my personal issues. My obvious mental illness? That I should see a doctor? I have! And she is lovely! Honestly, people use traumatic and horrifying situations all the time not only for books, but movies, series... but when I do it in my blog it is wrong? Just because I chose to express it through words, I don't think that gives you the right to insult me. Many people write about so many things that are considered traumatic experiences such as SA, abusive relationships, even suicide, and you know why I don't go and tell them they are a fucking freak?

Because I don't care.

Because whatever they do with your life is their problem. The only thing I draw the line is when it is not 18+ stuff. In every fic I've had about the "incest writing", I explicitly mentioned it's not blood related. It is either an established relationship where it is merely a fantasy, or it is a «stepcest» situation. If I don't like something, I block it. I block the person and blog the tag. We are talking about a fictional character, someone who doesn't exist, someone who doesn't have a right in this. And that's the only thing I have to say to that matter.

You are choosing to wake up and send literal hate to someone who exists. Someone with feelings, with trauma, with personal issues, and without truly knowing how they can react to being criticized on their own personal space. To me a blog has to feel safe, and if you were trying to make me feel guilty or to feel ashamed... I'm sorry but it won't happen. Like I said before, I cannot take seriously anon hate. The whole concept is pretty obvious.

And I wasn't going to say anything, but I honestly won't let you talk bad about my friends. They don't deserve it. If you have a problem then let's keep it between you and me, alright? Cool. And I'm not going to insult you they way you did to me because despite the allegations I am genuinely a nice person 🩵.

— Asks.

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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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 😀

First Glance (Part Eleven)

Warnings: Revenge of the Sith Spoilers, distressing content, manipulation, possessive Anakin, and mentions of death. Proceed with Caution.

Upon turning around, you were met with a sight for a more prepared personnel. Standing in front of you so very proudly, is the infamous and ruthless Sith Lord Count Dooku, his curved, red lightsaber activated and pointed directly at you, at this sight you know you must play it calmly. Even despite every instinct and fiber in your body telling you to run, call for help or... that's when you realize the radio device in your hand, is probably the only chance of survival.

Especially when your master's voice can be heard ringing through it calling, "Y\N? Y\N, come in! Are you in trouble?" But you were forced to ignore those calls and fight against the almost overwhelming urges to make a break for it, because you were a Jedi, no longer a padawan in this instance. "Well, hi, Count." You greet with the calmest tone you can manage. With a chuckle, Count Dooku retracts his lightsaber, keeping it at his side. "The young, but controversial padawan herself... look at you, almost a Jedi." He muses, his slicked back grey-silver hair illuminated greatly in the ample light. "How did you know where to find me?" You inquire, gazing back at him as if his presence was not a major disturbance in the Force.

"I was not looking for you, I assure you. Merely on a trade for the Droid Army, you see, I am their leader. They depend on me." He tells you. "Why would you need to go to Kamino?" You slowly begin to interrogate him, thinking you can use this to your advantage when you return back to the Jedi Temple. "The same reason you must be here, despite the becoming a Jedi part." You nod and to your great surprise and horror, whichever, he moves closer, instinctively, your hand flies to your lightsaber tucked away in your robes. "The army..." You whisper in realization. "You know something, Y\N? You would not make for a bad Sith. With your intelligence and strategic mind, you can make the galaxy yours." You stare up at the Count, his words catching you off balance. "Excuse me? No. I am a Jedi." Count Dooku lets out a low chuckle, standing not too close to you but not exactly too far from you either.

"I can use the Force too. I can sense in you something the other Jedi can only guess. You don't know what you've become, a simple Jedi padawan with such a level of feelings for a fellow padawan whom is at war with himself as we speak or nothing short of a mess." Count Dooku's words tear through your heart as a child would their Christmas presents, your eyes widen as you find yourself unable to speak in turn to his shockingly true words. You find yourself conflicted. "Come with me. We shall meet someone you know will turn you for good." Gazing up at him and his outstretched hand, a storm of uncertain and certainly not Jedi faithful thoughts cloud your mind. Should you stay or go? What would become of you? What are you doing? In a fleeting moment, you make a decision, taking his hand, you surrender to your inner desires, your fears. With a smile of nothing short of cockiness and malice, Count Dooku leads you away from the world you've known all your life.

"Anakin, what are you doing?!" Calls an angry Obi-Wan and Council. "You haven't even looked into it? What would you call yourselves if not cowards?!" Anakin angirly snaps. "Listen to us, Anakin! For just a moment longer!" Anakin turns around, marching back to the center of the Jedi Council's room, gazing around at the members as if they committed the most heinous of crimes. "Y\N will be found. She only lost connection with us at the moment, that is no sign that she is in danger." Windu tries to reason with the hard-headed boy. "She will be found." He says, sounding more like he is trying to convince himself than anyone else, as if he cannot believe she lost connection at all. Ki-Adi voices his concerns following this outburst by Skywalker. "I do believe she might be facing something, Master Windu. I think it best if someone checks on her, to confirm she is safe." Yoda nods in agreement, turning to Windu. "A point, Master Ki-Adi has. Finding Y\N should be highest on our priorities." Windu nods and so do a collective few other members, at this, Anakin is instantly overjoyed. "I shall!" He happily volunteers and without missing a beat, the masters deny him.

"Because Master Ki-Adi mentioned it, I believe he should be the one." Says one member. "I agree, it should only take a few days at most." Agrees Obi-Wan. "Agree, I do." Replies Yoda. "It's decided then, Master Ki-Adi will be in charge of locating and confirming Y\N's safety." The members nod. And just like that, the meeting is dissolved. Anakin, once more finding himself in a fit of absolute rage, goes to cool off in this only way, building things, as he goes outside to work on his ship. He finds himself pondering if you would even contact him upon realizing you are in danger, if you were to die, would you want your last moments to be with him? He sighs as he begins disassembling small parts of his ship, that he cannot use because of his punishments and the very unlikeliness to be given a mission. If he could, he would fly to you, check on you, hold you, maybe reassure you if you needed it, apologize for his outburst at you hours before you left, maybe kiss you... God, the amount of times he has fantasized about kissing you, the thought does manage to creep in at night and make him unable to sleep. But he does, oh so very much dream of you.

The next day, when Ki-Adi gets geared up to locate you, Anakin watches, both feeling defeated but annoyed, annoyed he has just stand by and let you get potentially rescued by some other guy... but he ultimately has to swallow the bitter pill. Ki-Adi lands on the stormy planet of Kamino hours later. He goes inside to investigate Lama Su's appearances of you and notices your ship still there. He communicates this to the Jedi Council and proceeds. When Lama Su tells him that he indeed has seen you before and spoken to you, Ki-Adi immediately mentions this to the Council, saving Anakin another unneeded heart attack. However, at Lama's words that the last time he had seen you was when you asked to study the Clone Army once more, and that was it. Actually, he did mention hearing a few strange noises as if two people were having an intense conversation but Lama was not able to confirm that it was actually yours further provoking the Jedi's thoughts, hidden or not, that you had been somehow harmed.

Ki-Adi searched your ship, but saw nothing, except that you had left your supplies, such as food and water, proving to the Jedi that you were taken. Returning back to the Order, the Jedi all contemplated what to do furtherly as a group, Anakin being one of them. Your sudden disappearance startling Anakin but awakening something much sinister inside him. Without thinking of anything else, Anakin makes an excuse to speak to Chancellor Palpatine about this. "What is it, Anakin?" Palpatine asks with a sudden smile. "It's about someone close to me, a fellow padawan and a friend. They've gone missing." Anakin begins pacing around the grand office of the Supreme Chancellor, trying to sort out his scattered thoughts. "What about this 'someone'? Under what circumstances have they disappeared under?" Anakin hesitates a moment. "That's what we don't know. I mean, she's gone. This person, to me, is something beyond the comprehension of a simple padawan or a close friend...." He takes another long moment, thinking of how to word what you are to him.

"I love her." He ends firmly, his eyes, lit with a fire of rage, possessiveness and relief, relief at finally letting his pent-up feelings and the truth about you out to someone, including himself. Palpatine nods solemnly, sympathizing with Anakin's confession. "What do you plan to do about her vanishing?" That's what Anakin was dreading to be asked, as he had no idea what he would do. "I don't know. But it's not going to be good." At this, Palpatine suppresses a silent but malevolent grin. "Remember the anguish and anger you felt when you found your mother? The burning urge for revenge? Is that what you are feeling now?" Palpatine's voice takes a turn for the worse, sounding more sinister than ever, replacing his usual normal, caring tone. "Yes. It's not fair. How a Jedi Master, who does not care for Y\N gets to rescue her and learn about her being taken while I have to suffer with the expectation to be calm about it. It's insulting." Anakin blurts out angrily, his eyebrows arching in an angry expression. "Yes... and you came to me. Do you know what I recommend?" Anakin turns his back on the Chancellor, standing still but listening, quite intently.

"I recommend, Anakin, that you release your anger, in any possible way you see fit. You are aware of the Dark Side. You have hate, anger, save Y\N and all this time you have been locking it up. Let it out, Anakin. Let. It. Out." With This, Anakin storms out of the Chancellor's office, his intentions nothing short of ill-willed, he storms to the Jedi Council, his hand directly on his lightsaber as he storms into the Jedi Temple, the Council members, whom are still in session with their meeting about you, stare at him as if he was crazy. Activating his lightsaber he unseathed from his hip.

Meanwhile, you are seated in a luxurious but no doubt dark liar. Count Dooku approaches you and takes your hand, leading you inside another room, where countless Droids are all piloting a ship, a Neimoidian, no doubt the captain of the ship spouting commands left and right, to a room with a hologram of a figure, draped in black with a hood covering their eyes awaiting. "Lord Sidious, here she is." The figure, with it's arms seemingly stuck to it's chest, turns to you menacingly. "Jedi padawan Y\N L\N. It seems the offer and temptation struck a specific desire in you. I know you are separated from your precious Jedi on the mission to Kamino, where you were t recruit the awaiting manufactured Clone Army to return with the hope of being promoted to Jedi Mistress, as you wanted so badly." You nod, facing the hologram with both fearing but curious eyes. "Yes, t-that's right." You confirm and the hologram laughs, a sort of suffocated laugh, evil in nature.

"Your worshipped Anakin.... well, he's broken because of you. And here you are, standing in front of me, practically begging to be turned to the Dark Side." You nod once more. "That's right. But, Anakin, in what way is he broken?" With a twisted smile, Sidious explains. "Well, he's already turned to the Dark Side, in short. And it is all your fault. Your willingness to turn has well.... a reversed sort of effect on your beloved." Your eyes widen at this news. Anakin, turning? "Please, let me speak to him. Take me back." You try to demand. "If you prove yourself worthy, of course. Your master, Mace Windu has been opposed as a threat to the Sith. You must terminate him, show no mercy." You take a moment to decide and with a nod, you confirm you will do this. "I shall."

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Note: Sidious is down to the point ngl and not necessarily in character but it is my little version of Revenge of the Sith basically with a younger Ani and with you so I don't really care tbh but yeah. Part Twelve is going to come with a ridiculous amount of warnings.

First Glance (Part Ten)

Today was the day! The day in which you were to regain your much needed freedom and the Jedi Orders trust. You were up at dawn, going over your sparring skills, of course the nerves had gotten to you again, and it made you jittery.

However, you were determined to regain your previous rank as a dedicated Jedi padawan and the trustworthy, hard-working and eager padawan of Mace Windu. As you get dressed and pack the needed supplies for your trip, you go down to meet with the rest of the Jedi, immediately going to the Temple, knowing there was bound to be a meeting for your mission. Right you were, when you entered there was Ki-Adi, Plo Koon, Kit Fisto, Yoda, Obi-Wan and Windu.

"Y\n. There you are. Are you ready to discuss your mission?" You nod, trying to supress your eagerness and enthusiasm. "First things first, you are on this mission because we saw immense improvement in your behavior and attitude. You are now more attuned to the Force than ever. Also, because you are to take the trials to become a Jedi Mistress." Windu tells you, his eyes stoic but a hint of pride in them, hidden. "I do believe you are ready." Obi-Wan smiles at you. "I've seen you grow. I am sure you will be an excellent Jedi Mistress, Y\n."

You smile back, the compliments and approvings of the Masters boosting your confidence. "You are to go to Kamino in a few hours, depending if you have your supplies or not." You nod, locking your hands together. With a curt nod from the Council, you are dismissed. On the way back to your quarters, you are met with a perplexed Anakin. At the sight of him you jump, but at the sound of his voice it's as if you are grounded. "You're leaving?" He asks, his tone bitter as he fiddles with the makeup and perfume sets of yours.

"Yes. Anakin, I have to." You try to explain to him in the best way possible, but he isn't having it. "Do you know not understand what you are to me? What you leaving means to me?" He snapped at you. You gazed at him in disbelief and shock. "So what? I can't have what I want? What I deserve?" You shoot back at him, both of your tones loud and venomous. "Y\N, you and I know better! You're only doing this to leave me!" Anakin snarls at you, his eye twitching in pure anger. "Why would I want to leave someone I can't be with in the first place?!" At this, Anakin stares at you in annoyance, not understanding your words, or at least not in the rage he's in. Without a second glance, he storms out of your room, striding away.

With a grumble of bubbling rage, you slam your door shut, sitting down forcefully on your vanity chair, trying to regulate your intense anger. "He doesn't understand.." You sigh to yourself, gazing at your reflection. "I need this. I need a break." And with that self-assurance, you pack the needed supplies for your mission, including your Jedi robes. You walk out to your spaceship, issued by Chancellor Palpatine, because of the importance of your mission. "Y\n. A moment, please?" Calls your master, who is standing beside your ship, sauntering over toward him you reply, "Yes, Master?"

"I'd like for you to keep this," He hands you a small device, with a built in microphone, like a miniature walkie-talkie. "It's a radio." You take it, examining it's silvery-gray complex and the barely noticeable microphone hidden in the very front of the device. "Stay in contact." He commands you firmly, and with a nod, you board the ship. Blasting yourself into the skyline of Coruscant quickly, using your map, you calculate the fastest and most efficient ways to get to Kamino as quick as possible. Once you do, you set course for it, passing by other planets and stars as you begin your journey.

Watching you leave, Windu goes back into the Temple. But the one person who seemed too arrogant and stubborn to watch you go was Anakin. Staying cooped up in his room, disassembling his lightsaber and then reassembling it with skillful hands, trying to calm himself in the only way he knows. Of course, your words are of no significance to him, he finds himself drifting to the days where you both were on Tatooine, where nothing else seemed to matter, only two months ago, you both were on the sandy and hot surface of the desert-like planet, strengthening your once nonexistent bond to a steely friendship. Oh, how he missed those days.. the sight of you with him every day, helping him through the worst pain known to him, smiling at him, reassuring him, showing him compassion he wasn't sure he could ever find from anyone or anywhere else, he felt himself falling more and more into the depths of forbidden attachment and love, all despite his seemingly firey and distanced outer shell. Only you could do this to him. Only you.

Within hours, you landed on the contant storming planet of Kamino, the large body of water below you thrashing violently and rain whipping at whatever it could. As you land, you study what you can from the planet, so very unique from your normally sunny life on Coruscant, so threatening. Approaching the sliding glass door, with your obvious Jedi attire, the beaded padawan braid occasionally smacking you in your cheek from the harsh winds, the custom cloak of yours, acting much like a sanctuary for the droplets more so then to keep your body and clothes dry, flailing uncontrollably against the threatening winds. A woman can be seen also approaching the door, from the inside, her skin was a pale lavender, wearing a white type of dress and with probably the longest neck you've ever seen, activates the automatic door, inviting you in. "Hello. We've been expecting you." She tells you in what couldn't be farther from a 'warm' tone, gesturing for you to enter, once you do, the doors close.

"Hello." You greet her back, dumbfounded at what you are seeing but nonetheless going with it. "The Prime Minister has been waiting to speak to you." She leads you to a seperate, glowing white room, inside, is a large male with the same features as the woman but a black and grey dress, standing to shake your hand. "Hello. Lama Su." He introduces himself, extending his ridiculously large arm and hand toward your smaller one. "Y\N." You say in reply, shaking his hand modestly. He gestures to a seat as he sits down as well. "We have been informed you are here on a mission from the Jedi Order as a Padawan?" You nod. "Yes, of Mace Windu." Lama nods, clasping his hands together above his lap. "You are here to collect the clone army, correct?" He asks. "Yes, I am." You confirm. "Let us show you." He stands up, the woman taking a step toward the two of you, gesturing for you to go first. Following Lama, he tells you about the building, how he came to become in charge of it and what it is for, you glance around in awe as you take in the grand and unmissable walls, flooring and even railing of the building.

Leading you up a flight of stairs, you find yourself awestruck at the sight of thousands of people being made, yes, manufactured. "Here they are. Our own personal army." He announces proudly, glancing at the sight as if he were a father onlooking his son. "A-and these clones, this army, they are cloned from whom?" You question, unable to take your eyes off the sight. "He's here." Lama leads you to a bedroom, which is maked "Jango Fett". Knocking on it, an older man answers, he is about mid age, a slight bit of brown hair, but dark skin, painted with scars and scratches. "Yes?" He calls out gruffly. "Hello, Jango. This is the Jedi who will be taking your army." Jango glances at you, and you swear you see some type of malice in them as he nods to Lama. "That is all, Jango." Lama speaks, turning away to lead you back to the main room.

At the last step, Lama and the woman gesture for you to enter first and you do, taking your seat as they follow. "That is all we have to answer. But if your master and the Jedi demand more, please let them understand it will take a considerable amount of time." You nod to the Prime Minister. "I shall. But, before I go, may I.... take another look at the army? They're very fascinating." Lama nods, gesturing an arm toward the door, getting up, you realize neither Lama nor the woman are following you, so walking out to the same spot, alone, pulling out the radio device.

"Hello?" You call into it, and almost instantly get a response. "Yes, Y\N?" Answers the voice of your master. "I have made contact. The clone army is ready, they have thousands. They wish to let you know they have the resources to make more, but the time will be considerable." You report into the microphone. "I understand. Have you found anything suspicious?" With that, you feel an unsettling feeling, letting go of the button you need to communicate, you jerk your head and body to turn so you can look back. But as soon as you do, you wish you didn't. "Ah, Y\N."

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Note: Prolonged, yeah, I know. But here it is. Just an FYI, these events are all linked to the events of Star Wars Episode II: Attack of The Clones. Spoilers are advised, but more so for the earlier parts, but for the upcoming parts as well.

First Glance (Part Nine)

"A-Anakin? What are you doing here?!" You stare at him, your eyes watching him hoist himself into your room through your window. "Listen to me, Y\N. Listen carefully," He strides over to you, taking your hand into his, the contact makes your heart race. "I-I have been missing you. Ever since we had to be seperate. You have no idea, Y\N, just how much being away from you and watching you from afar has hurt me. You put me in agony." As he confesses all this to you, you cannot help but slowly feel yourself cave into his words. He seemed so overjoyed to just see and touch you.

"Oh, Ani..." You breath out, holding a breath you had no idea you were holding in the first place. Anakin's hand goes to your cheek, his hand, calloused and rough from ten years of harsh Jedi training, meeting your soft and pretty skin, caressing it in the sweetest gesture. "I've missed you so much. But what if someone finds us? What are we to do then?" Anakin smiles down at you, his ocean blue eyes scanning over your face as if drinking in every detail of you in this forbidden moment.

"Don't worry, Y\N. I promise you, I will protect you, always. Just be here with me." He places a sweet kiss to your forehead as he gazes into yours eyes, and as you always tried to will yourself not to do, you lost yourself into that intense but passionate gaze of his. "Anakin.." You muttered as that aquamarine blue eye color of his hypnotized you. "Y\N.." He uttered back to you, his hands travelling down to rest on your waist, he leaned in closer to your face, his warm breath hitting your face cooly and leaving behind the smell of cinnamon mint which makes your mouth water ever so slightly.

His lips brush deliciously against yours which makes you yearn for the taste of them upon yours, but instead he pulls you closer and buries his face in your neck, breathing out slowly. Instead of complaining, you wrap your arms around his neck and embracing him in turn. It felt like a lifetime since you guys have been this close or talked for this long, the feeling of him so close to you made your mind melt of all your doubts and morals.

However, every moment had to end, and it did unfortunately. Outside, you both could hear the sounds of footsteps getting closer and closer, and in a panic, you push Anakin away, your eyes urging him to leave quickly. With a roll of his eyes but a fleeting sense of fight or flight, he runs out of the window, using the force to close your windows doors behind him. As the footsteps eventually arrived at your door, you throw yourself under the covers of your cold bed.

With a knock on the door, you pretend to reply with a sleepy voice. "Y\N?" Called the voice of your master. "What?" You reply with an icy tone. "Can I come in? It's urgent." With a soft sigh. "Yes, Master." Windu opens the door, his eyes sweeping the room, no doubt for signs of Skywalker. Once determining the coast is clear, he enters the room and goes to sit on the edge of your spacious Queen sized bed. "Listen, the Council has been considering something very seriously." He says to you, his voice sounding the normal strict tone. You tilt your head curiously at him, interested in his next words. "We have decided that it seems necessary to send you on a specific mission, seeing as you are immensely close to taking the trials."

Instantly, you sit up, your eyes focused on his. "Oh? Okay! What kind of mission? When? Where?" You ask eagerly. Windu lets out a small chuckle. "Kamino." He answers simply. "Your mission will begin tomorrow so I wished to inform you." You nod at him, the feeling of finally being allowed to leave Coruscant and go on a well-deserved mission made your heart flutter. Windu got up, giving you a curt nod before leaving the room, the sounds of his graceful, tapping footsteps on the marble flooring departing. You lay back down, closing your eyes gently now knowing you had a big day ahead of you.

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P.S: Yeah, you guessed it, I totally didn't want to write Part Nine! But here it is anyway, and it came out pretty good I think. Anyways, enjoy.