Now or Never [Anakin Skywalker x Reader]

[ 12 ] I think?

ani's pov <3 i havent read this through so let me know if there are any mistakes/bits that dont make sense :)

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'Help me trust that there's a beautiful purpose in this broken heart.'

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"Right, sorry. My name is Anakin," My voice wavered as I outstretched my hand for (Y/n) to reach. Uncertainty flickering in her eyes before she finally accepted the gesture.

I tried my best to play off the burning heartache I was currently experiencing by plastering my best attempt of a warm smile on my face but the constant stab I felt against my heart walls made my stomach churn in an uncomfortable way. I couldn't bare the pain of looking into her angelic (y/e/c) eyes.

"I'm (Y/n)... I think?" she mumbled those last words. She really doesn't know anything at all.

In many ways, this extent of her memory loss may be good for many things, for instance; her knowledge of the dark side and everything that revolves around that, but the many things that you could accept as being good doesn't include me. Call me selfish but all I wanted to do was explore what else could stand between the two of us, especially after learning about this force-bond that we both share.

Maybe the best thing is to forget this bond ever existed.

"Now thanks to you, this lift is broken," (Y/n) sighed, bringing me out of my thoughts and crossing her arms. To be honest, I had no reason to stop this lift other than a feeling, and now knowing that (Y/n) was in this lift, I realise that that feeling was her, through the force.

"I could carry you out?" I questioned.

"Absolutely not, I'm not letting a stranger carry me out of this metal box," her words hit me like glass shards. Yes, I might be dramatic considering that I've only known her for a couple of days but stranger was still harsh.

I sighed, rubbing my face with my gloved hand, "Do you have a better idea? We're not that far off from floor 82," her face lit up slightly, I don't understand why though. I previously just came from that floor, all she will find are a couple of dead bodies.

"Fine," she agreed, rolling her eyes.

God this man is unbelievably strong.

Anakin just carried you over his shoulder, climbing up the walls outside the elevator with one hand securing you tightly to make sure you wouldn't fall. All without breaking a hint of sweat, and that takes us to now, "Trust me, I didn't like that plan more than you did," Anakin stated bluntly, readjusting his robes and fixing his har with his narcissistic attitude. You ignored his comment as you started to travel through the hall way, scattered with dead bodies.

"What happened to these troops?" You questioned.

"I killed them," he shrugged. You shook your head with a sigh, as if it was a regular occurrence, "Where are you going?" He called after me.

"To change," you replied. He stopped for a moment, a smile appearing on his face, clearly reminiscing about something before catching up and walking behind you.

You finally found a door different to the rest at the end of this hallway. It was a sleek black, metal design, etched with small, intricate carvings around the edges.
There was a black, metal plate on the side of the door that wrote the digits 471. Under that was a little keypad and a button.

"Do you know what the code is?" You asked Anakin, who was looking around at his surroundings.

"How do you think I will know what it is?" He sassed at me. Why is he so sassy? "Artoo, can you open room 471 please," Anakin asked through his com link.

After a few moments of silence, the doors slid open. You looked around what was supposedly your room. It was dull, yet elegant.

The room was dimly lit with black being the orchestrator for the entire theme. Your walls were a shiny black metallic with black silk sheets covering your bed that was in the centre of the room. This had a suite which- not so surprisingly, had a black toilet.

I think I over did the black.

You slid open black sliding doors that led to a rather large walk-in wardrobe that had duplicates of the exact same black robes. One thing however did catch my eye.

Your hands lingered over a green dress. It definitely stood out from rest of the attire. You pulled it off of the hanger. It was a beautiful. A mesmerising emerald green blessed itself in your vision. The dress was a laced, midi dress.
You pushed the soft material against your figure and looked at yourself in full length mirror at the end of this wardrobe.

Anakin was stood at the entrance, a small smile perked on his lips as his eyes looked like they were shining with adoration. He noticed you looking and quickly looked away and back into the room.

"Let's get whatever you need and leave this stupid ship," He said coldly. His venomous words being complete opposite to the emotion he just had on his face.

You shook my head, "I just spent god knows how long running away from those freaks in white coats, i'm not going back," you spat, in the same cold tone.

"Those freaks were doctors. You were in the medical wing (Y/n), and you're going back."

"No," you stood my ground, "This stupid ship is clearly my home so I am staying. You can go wherever you wish, I don't care," you had now put the dress back onto its hook and tried to walk past him.

He grabbed your arm and stopped you, "I am not leaving you here again (Y/n). I will not let you stay," He firmly spoke. There was a softness in his eyes however, whatever happened seemed to truly affect him.

You shoved your arm away from his grip, "I will be fine. I can take care of myself."

"I know you can, but I am not risking it again," Anakin now picked you up, swunging you over his shoulders and around his neck.

"Put me down Anakin!" You shouted, banging your fists onto his padded clothes.

"Nope."

"At least let me get my stuff," you spoke softer this time. He sighed, contemplating whether to fulfill your wishes or not.

He released me from his hold and placed you down onto your feet. You quickly ran away from him and locked yourself into the bathroom.

"(Y/n) we don't have time for this!" He shouted through the door.

"I'm not going!" You shouted back. He didn't respond this time. He was no longer by the door. You could hear him moving around the room, grabbing things. Clearly making a mess of your very organised room.

"Right. I have your stuff let's go," before you were going to respond with what you have been repeating for the last thousand of times, the lock of the bathroom started to rotate and he entered the bathroom, once again swinging you onto his shoulders and carrying you as if you were extra luggage by carrying a bag at the same time.

"How the fuck did you do that?" You asked.

"Secret," you felt him shrug, you could practically hear the smirk on his face though.

A small bag by the exit of the door caught your eye. You could just about see that inside that bag, it carried some very delicious looking whiskey, "If you let me bring that bag, I'll walk next to you without putting up a fight," you pleaded, pointing that the bag that contained your poisonous desires.

"But what if I like carrying you," He smirked.

"Shut up and put me down," you demanded. He gently placed you down onto your feet and you went to pick up the little bag, glass bottles chiming along with your movement. You would think you were a kid being allowed to have alcohol for the first time, "Okay, now we can go."

im liking the idea of making this like the frozen plot (ifykyk) i hope the bits where anakin randomly smile make sense. its cos those bits link onto that one chapter (e.g. the green dress from that chapter; she bascially took the dress from padme's after anakin said she looked good in it)

i hope your enjoying the story so far :)) i might re-read this for errors