Imagine Anakin's Alternative Versions...

Imagine Anakin Skywalker heals your wounds...

Imagine Anakin Skywalker heals your wounds... especially after a tough day. By doing so, he is healed from his own shadows.

Warnings: short fic; drama, angst; emotional intimacy...

Warnings 2: fluffy endings.

Recommendations: "Video Games" by Lana del Rey.

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Anakin's been having troubling days, you know it. You try your best to comfort your husband, lending him an ear. And the general appreciates every effort you pay by doing him so.

However, he's been so focused in his own growing resentment toward the Jedis and the anger that has been boiling within him that he didn't realize you've been struggling with your own demons.

Out of the clonic wars, you've been going through a war yourself. Old insecurities come every time your plans don't succeed, when relatives knock at your door with criticism sharp as knives, pleased to blame you for whatever's been going on in their lives.

You've been married for nearly six years and as much as you've tried to step away, you know you couldn't. The reason for it lies in your old attachment to the family you grew with, your inner child trying to heal from such wounds. But there's your work too. You feel overwhelmed by how you are treated.

There are also the friends you lost for the war, the ones who don't care about how you've been fairing since you've married—although few would know you have wedded a Jedi, but the ones who do are out of your grasp.

You begin to wonder if you are enough. It's not as if you feel helpless when it comes to everything. You don't wield the Force, you are not part of the politics world. What are even you?

Anakin's been out for a while to protect the chancellor, so you have no clue what's about to happen... or what would happen had he not been plagued by a very realistic view of your melancholy.

Quickly, he rushes back home, ignoring the Chancellor's pleas. And to your dismay, Anakin finds you crying at the couch, heart breaking for the aforementioned reasons—but aching for him, craving for his comfort.

"My love? What's the matter?"

"Anakin!", you stand, trying to recompose yourself. "I thought you would not come home until..."

"No, no. This isn't about me", he is urged to go after you, promptly pulling you against him, holding your face with his hands, his own eyes tearing when seeing how your wounds came to the surface. "I've sensed something was going on. Please forgive me for not realizing this earlier..."

"It's okay. This all happened whilst you were gone anyway", you say as you are engulfed in his arms. "But you..."

"No. This isn't about me", says he firmly. "I will not leave you bleeding, I will rock you in my arms as I did before I left."

Carefully, he leads you upstairs.

"Come, you need a shower." Anakin speaks softly, but seriously nonetheless. "I won't leave you ever again. Fuck this Jedi Order, fuck the Chancellor."

You had just sniffed a bit when his words caught you off the guard.

"Ani..." You are brought to the shower, but you are so perplexed you don't realize he's preparing shower all the whilst tossing his clothing off. "What are you saying?"

As he comes to you, standing right behind you as he helps undress you too, you comprehend there's been too much going on.

With both of you.