Anakin Skywalker Imagines

Young Padawan

First chapter!

Anakin confesses

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As a Jedi Padawan, I had always admired Anakin Skywalker from afar. His skill with the Force and lightsaber was unmatched, but there was something else about him that drew me in—his passion, his intensity, his vulnerability.

From the moment I began my training under Master Yoda, I knew that Anakin would play a significant role in my journey. Our first meeting was unremarkable, just two young Padawans passing in the corridors of the Jedi Temple. But as we trained together, I began to see him in a different light.

Anakin was fiercely dedicated to his training, pushing himself to the limits and beyond. He had a fire within him that burned brighter than any star in the galaxy, and I found myself drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

As our training sessions progressed, I couldn't help but notice the way Anakin looked at me, his eyes lingering a little too long, his touch lingering a little too close. At first, I brushed it off as mere camaraderie, but as time went on, I began to suspect there was something more.

One evening, after a particularly grueling training session, Anakin and I found ourselves alone in the courtyard of the temple. The stars above twinkled in the night sky, casting a soft glow on his face as he turned to me, his expression earnest.

"Y/N," he said, his voice quiet but determined, "there's something I need to tell you."

My heart skipped a beat as I met his gaze, feeling a flutter of anticipation in my chest. "What is it, Anakin?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup my cheek. "I... I think I'm in love with you," he confessed, his words hanging in the air between us like a promise.

I felt my breath catch in my throat, my mind reeling with the realization of what he was saying. Anakin Skywalker, the chosen one, was in love with me, a mere Padawan.

But as I looked into his eyes, all doubts melted away, replaced by a fierce determination to hold onto this moment for as long as I could.

"I love you too, Anakin," I whispered, leaning in to press my lips against his in a gentle kiss.

In that moment, as the stars above us shone brightly in the night sky, I knew that our destinies were intertwined, bound together by the Force and a love that would defy even the darkest of shadows.