𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 || Anakin Skywalker

𝑺𝑰𝑿𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑵: 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒎𝒆.*

Sersi's pov

I don't know how long I was asleep, but when I woke up I wasn't in my own room. The room I was in wasn't familiar. The walls were dark, the sheets were black silk instead of my white cotton ones. The bed was softer too. Everything was different about this room. I sat up slowly, feeling a bit groggy from the torture I went through earlier. As I sat up, I heard quick movements come towards me. I looked up to see Anakin sitting down in front of me, his eyes looking all over my appearance.

"How are you feeling?" He asked softly, his hands fidgeting.

I could tell he wanted to use them to touch me, to do a physical inspection. I grabbed his hands, holding them up to my cheeks.

"I'm okay." I nodded, my voice a little creaky.

"I'm so sorry Sersi. I didn't want to do any of that." He instantly started apologizing, his eyes watering a little.

I couldn't help but want to wrap him up in my arms and cuddle him. Despite the fact that I was the one who had their mind poked and prodded at, I could tell the torture was really happening to him. He was in agony, having to put me through that pain. He didn't want to do it, he would've rather have been tortured himself again. But I couldn't have that.

"It's okay, Anakin. I promise it's okay." My hands wrapped around his wrists.

"No, no it's not. I never should have brought you with me. If I left you here where it's safe you wouldn't have had to go through that."

"Anakin please, I'm okay. I wanted to protect you. It's over. They got what they wanted, they'll leave me alone now." My hands travelled up to his face now, holding on softly.

His eyes bounced between mine, to all over my features and back to my eyes. He felt awful. But he really didn't have to. I'm okay. It doesn't have to happen anymore. I'm fine. We're fine.

"I promised I wouldn't ever hurt you again and I did." He mumbled. My heart broke at his words, making tears well up in my eyes.

"No, Ani. You did nothing. It wasn't your fault. It's his." I tried to reassure, moving closer to him to feel comfort. "I know if it was your way, you never would have done it. But I gave you permission. You didn't hurt me." He looked so unsure, and so sad. It was breaking my heart to see him this way.

He held me closer to him, wrapping on arm around my waist as the other held firmly onto my cheek. His eyes bounced everywhere on my face. I didn't know what else I could say or do to reassure him, I could only use my words to promise him it was fine.

"I don't ever want to have to do that to you again." He nearly whispered, our faces only inches apart.

"And you won't. That was everything I knew, you know that." I nodded, my hands still firmly on either side of his face.

He nodded, his forehead leaning against mine. He let out a shaky breath, I could feel his anxiety partly subsiding. His grip around my body only tightened as he held me closer.

"I don't want you to leave me." I heard him mumble, making my eyebrows furrow.

"Why would I ever leave you?" My eyes met his, searching for an answer.

"Because this is my life. I am a slave to Palpatine. I have to do everything he says, what if he makes me do something that hurts you again?" His anxiety started up again, making me feel awful for his spiralling.

"Then when we're in public, we go back to hating each other. If people think we hate each other and have nothing to do with one another, he'll have no reason to test you when it comes to me. When it's just you and I, we can be us." I suggest.