Imagine Anakin's Alternative Versions...

Imagine you and General Skywalker are roommates. 🤭😏

Imagine you and General Skywalker are roommates. 🤭😏

Warnings: smut & fluff, drama; rom-com vibes—i tried anyways.

Warnings 2: no minors.

Recommendations: "Die For You" (the version with Ariana Grande); "The Love We Had Stays On My Mind" (Joss Stone).

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• How it started...

You and Anakin first met when both of you were younglings. He wasn't the kindest in the room, but you were. In this particular case, opposites did attract one another. Thus you soon kindled.

"I can't believe you are dragging me to this picnic", the young boy was grumbling as you had this idea of eating outdoors: a suggestion of making it a form to practice the Force was promptly accepted and encouraged by your Master.

"Must you complain all the time?", you giggle at him.

Anakin's blue eyes are glued in your y/c hair, tangled in a simple braid; your y/c skin, so smooth and shiny; your y/c eyes...how much fondness he sees in those irises. Why, yes. He knows you care for him, a sentiment he cannot compare yet to what that Lady Angel named Padmé brought to him, but even so.

"Yes, since I cannot refuse you anything", he blurted out without second thoughts.

Simple as that. But this was how it began: a friendship with different shades, painting a variety of possibilities that would yet be played out.

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• Twilight of adolescence.

You are so concentrated in your meditation that you don't realize Anakin's eyes are stuck in how serene you look. He is mesmerized at how easily you do it, though partially envious because, unlike him, you are calm.

But his thoughts unbalance you. Thus you open your eyes and smirk at him:

"Do you conveniently forget that I can read your thoughts?"

"Maybe", he smirks back. "I mean how the hell do you do it effortlessly? Frankly, my dear Y/N, there must be a trick."

You scoff at his wording.

"Please, Ani. You speak as if you don't regularly overpower me in our trainings."

He takes a seat next to your side, glancing at you with amusement behind his eyes. He is wearing that Padawan braid you are so familiar with, having one yourself tied in a lock of your hair.

"You underestimate yourself a little too much", Anakin slightly shoulders you. "Remember when you knocked me down?"

"That was only because you got yourself thinking a little too much about the pretty Senator", you tease him, shouldering him back.

Both of you giggle at the memory.

"What happened to her anyways?", you ask him. "I thought you were having a thing?"

Anakin's smirk is wiped out of his face, but what concerns you is the gloom that eclipses the brightness of his face.

"She is, let's just say, unreachable."

"I'm sorry, Ani", you whisper, aware how he came to love her. "I truly am."

Uncomfortable with such a topic, but maybe because, unbeknownst to you, he's been trapped in a confusing web he wove where there had been no space for anyone but Padmé Amiadala until your smiles, gentlenesses and every virtue you've been praised for, got him.