I Haven’t Drawn In So Long, But Here Is Luke⭐️😣

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Happy Birthday Ewan McGregor!  March 31, 1971.

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attack of the clones / florence + the machine / return of the jedi / revenge of the sith / the empire strikes back

denial

pairing : force healer jedi! reader x anakin skywalker

word count : 1.3k

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summary

anakin skywalker confessed his love for you. except, you turned him down, reminding yourself of your duty to the jedi. weeks would have passed and you're reaching a breaking point where you can no longer deny how you felt about him.

tags : angst, mutual pining, fluff towards the end, i just love making myself miserable

warnings : pretty much just denial of how reader feels, and angst with a happy ending (!)

notes : hi lovely people! this is the first thing i'll post under this blog! thank u for taking interest in my little imagine, i hope you like it!

likes, reblogs, and comments are highly appreciated !

It has been a few weeks since Anakin Skywalker told you he loved you. For a moment, the cruelest thing to do seemed like the sweetest thing he could say.

For you both know that the Jedi Council will forbid you to delight in this feeling. No attachments, live to serve the good, clear lines. No devotions.

You didn't understand how loving someone can be so corrupting, after all, the Jedi Code taught you compassion for all things. That in itself is an act of love.

But now, ever since Anakin told you he wanted you, you felt the ravenous grip hold you by the throat, leaving you breathless. You wanted to hoard Anakin in your heart and keep him there. You wanted Anakin.

But caught by the abruptness, you could only tell him "We can't" before storming out of the room that one night. You were perplexed, because for the longest time you have resigned yourself to the idea that you were the only one feeling it.

Of course, you didn't mean it. Anakin Skywalker is the only one who truly knew you. He shredded down your walls to find you where you're most vulnerable and loved you anyway. He wasn't scared of the things about you he didn't understand. Things you, too, find difficult to accept.

He loved you.

He loved you despite, despite, despite...

And you turned him down.

Because you can't....

You were bound by duty first. And your duty is to serve the republic. You can't have Anakin, not if he is supposed to be the chosen one.

You can't take the republic's only chance of surviving this war. He was meant for something larger than you are. Larger than both of you. You understood this, but it didn't really make it hurt any less.

You still cried in your sleep; angry and tremendously sorry you turned the closest thing to love away.

It fell into this odd... silence between both of you.

You'd catch yourself looking for him in every room you find yourself in. A force of habit. His force signature used to be a warm beacon of light to anchor you, now every time you sense Anakin, your heart aches.

Haunted by the images in your mind of what could be if you allowed him to love you. Terrified that you've allowed yourself to want to share a lifetime with him.

You can't. You wouldn't.

You shuffle in your bed, unable to find a spot so you can comfortably rest. You were becoming more frustrated, for your mind just won't turn itself off.

With a sigh, you sit up. It would be futile to attempt any sleep, dawn was already breaking from the windows of the Jedi Temple.

You grabbed your robe and pulled your hair away from your face, tying it back.

The council had briefed you on your mission for today, you're stationed at the med-bay to overlook the casualties after the recent attack on Kamino.

Force healing is something that not every jedi practices, for it requires a deeper state of discipline and precision. Besides, there are medical droids that can take care of the wounded.

You valued healing; no matter how forgotten it may have been for the Jedi Order. So, this mission is equally important to you as fighting in the front lines.

The halls of the temple were still quiet, deep in sleep. You wander around, not really knowing where to head.

You halt at a balcony— entranced by the rising sun. You breathed deep, wondering when all became so complicated.

You hear a shuffle from behind, and instinctively, you turn.

A pair of blue eyes meet your doe-eyed gaze. You surveyed him, he looked like he just came from battle, his robes were covered in dirt, and you could tell that he had been awake for some time.

"Anakin" you breathed out, it had been the first time you addressed him after the night he confessed.

"Y/N" He answers, sounding tired.

Your heart thumps, unsure, and half-terrified that if he calls your name again, you might fall to pieces.

"How did the mission on Kamino go?" You say, trying to find any topic other than the one so thick in the air.

Anakin steps forward, leaning against the balcony. You hold your breath, Maker, even being close to him feels so...

"It went alright" Anakin answers, his gaze falling into the horizon.

Your eyes trail on his arm, noticing the dried blood, a gash maybe, you step forward, wanting to get a closer look, your healing instincts telling you something was off.

"You're hurt" You say, your hand carefully moving his robe.

Anakin sharply turns at your touch. Then his eyes bore into yours. You lifted your fingers, realizing you may have startled him.

Anakin always had you. Part of the reason you were persistent in learning healing. Because the anxiety of him hurting never settled, and you wanted to be equipped to take care of him.

"Let me do this, it won't take long" You insisted, because you knew Anakin too well, and he'd not get it checked until someone else forces him to sit down on the med-bay.

Anakin nods, his eyes never leave yours. You felt it, felt how much he was hurting. But you continued. Your fingers graze over his skin, then you channel the force, willing it to heal the gash.

The wound started closing and after a moment, it was like it wasn't there in the first place.

You withdrew your touch. The silence lingered. It's a silence that makes you feel mad, because it feels like this is how it'll always be for you and Anakin now. Delicately dancing around the elephant in the room. Like the wings of a butterfly, breathtakingly fragile.

The silence amplified the voice screaming in your heart.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

You may as well just say it out loud because your force signature is latched with it. It involuntarily pours your heart out.

"Anakin" you began, your lips opening and closing unable to find words to express how you felt.

He turns his head, standing straight, he had an expression you recognized. Some sort of braceness, like he was already anticipating for you to break his heart again.

"I'm sorry" was all you could say.

Even if you would've ran away with him if he asked you to. Clear lines. No attachments. You'd cross them all if he asked you to.

This was the right thing to do, you think...

"Don't" Anakin shakes his head "Don't... I know you don't mean it" His eyes fall to his feet.

"No, I do" You answer swiftly— no longer able to deny how much it had hurted you too.

You felt tears threatening to cascade down your face. You've heard it said that love turns people soft, but you have never felt more broken now that you have loved something you can't have.

"Anakin, when I said we can't, it's because I can't take you for myself. You're meant for larger things. Only with the Jedi can you fulfill your destiny" You rambled, verbalizing the thoughts you already heard from your mind late at night.

Anakin's eyebrows furrowed, but you continued "It doesn't mean I didn't, that I don't—" You halted, your heart and mind tearing you apart.

"Y/N" he calls, "You are no small thing in my life" He tucks a loose strand of hair to your ear.

"I meant it when I told you I love you." His palm presses on your cheeks.

You thought you could crumble beneath his touch.

These weeks, the small amount of time you spent trying to convince yourself that his feelings will eventually pass, never faltered the way how you felt. His absence felt like half of you was missing. And now, he was here, insisting softly.

You can't hold it in anymore.

So, in the absence of words, you pressed your lips against his— slowly, gently, slipping into the intimacy you only ever shared with him.

I love you.

You say between the kisses, hoping it'd suffice for you can't quite bring yourself to say it just yet.

Nothing in the world belonged to you, just this love you were overpouring with. And this kiss— it felt like the beginning of something eternal.

Whatever that may be.

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Padawan Anakin burst through the door:Snipsnipsnipsnipsnip!

Tiny Ahsoka:whatwhatwhatwhat Skyguy.

Padawan Anakin: Look what I found!

Lift up a tiny ginger baby.

Padawan Anakin: THEY CLONED MASTER!!

Tiny Ahsoka: THEY CLONED MASTER!!

Both Anakin and Ahsoka with a confused youngling: THEY CLONED MASTER!!!!

Obi-wan running in from the yelling: WHAT HAPPENED!

Padawan Anakin: They cloned you master!!

Anakin shove the youngling to Obi-wan who quickly scooped the youngling out of Anakin hands.

Obi-wan: Little ones, they didn't cloned me. This is Cal Kestis.

Anakin and Ahsoka blink at him:

Obi-wan blink back:

Baby Cal giggling as he try grabbing Obi-wan hair:

Tiny Ahsoka: so he not your clone.

Obi-wan: No dear, he not.

Padawan Anakin: if he not, why does he look like you?

Obi-wan: Because we're from the same planet

Anakin and Ahsoka: OOOOOOoooh.

The height difference even when sitting 🥺

Star Wars: Lightsabers - A Guide To Weapons of The Force by Pablo Hidalgo LIGHTSABERS OF INTEREST + NOTES:  (Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Qui-Gon Jinn, Yoda, Darth Maul, Mace Windu, Ki-Adi-Mundi, Plo Koon, Kit Fisto, Count Dooku, Luminara Unduli, Aayla Secura, Saesee Tiin, Adi Gallia, Agen Kolar, Obi-Wan Kenobi’s second lightsaber design, Darth Sidious, Darth Vader, Kylo Ren)

For the ship meme...

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Sadithur. What else - ya know me. ;)

Who wakes up first? Arthur, and it's usually followed by prodding Sadie awake, who usually hits him with his pillow. She tries to roll over and get five more minutes, but Arthur will snuggle up to her, kiss her, nip at her neck, pat her on the butt until she pushes him off.

Who is grumpiest in the morning? Sadie. Do. Not. Talk. To. Her. At least until she's had coffee.

Who cooks breakfast? Arthur. He fixes up the coffee to help Sadie become a normal human.

Who serves the other breakfast in bed? Shared. Sometimes Arthur will try to sweeten her up that way and sometimes Sadie will reward him.

Who suggests the skip work and stay home? Sadie! Big time trouble maker. Very much a: 'Fuck it!' Why? 'Because I don't feel like it, that's why!'

Who falls asleep on top of the other? Arthur. Though usually they fall asleep in a big pile, with their dog.

Who always has to be touching the other? Arthur. Quick cheeky pat on the butt as he passes, nuzzling her cheek, a kiss before she leaves in the morning.

Who stays up until 2 reading? Arthur. Sadie hits him with his pillow again!

Who kisses their partner while they’re sleeping? Arthur, especially on lazy sunday mornings, when Sadie will wrap her arms around him and happily accept.

Who is most adventurous? Sadie, no! Sadie, yes!

Who is most protective? Arthur.

Who cares too much? Arthur.

Who is most competitive? Sadie. Though both can be bad at being competitive. Especially when Arthur's stubborn streak comes out, they're one for daring each other and being too unwilling to admit defeat.

Who sings in the shower? Arthur. Sadie tries to get the dog to sit outside and sing along with Arthur.

Who is more likely to get naughty in inappropriate places? Sadie loves seeing Arthur get flustered and wound up, especially because he generally likes some PDA, but... "Jesus, watch were yer puttin' that hand!"

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“If someone asked me “What are the signs of love?” I would have said without hesitation, It’s the familiarity and the removal of cost, And to find yourself not having to lie, and the embarrassment removed between you two, and see yourself acting in your nature without trying to be something else so she likes you, And that you two keep silent and the silence gets delicious, And that one of you two talk and listening gets delicious.”

— Mustafa Mahmoud