The Chosen One(s) | Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Chapter 31 - I Hate You*

*TW - This chapter contains smut.*

**A/N - Sorry I've not been updating more frequently. I was on vacation in Holland and had no time to write because of all the event-filled days. I'm back home now though!!

I decided to change the last chapter to make a bit more sense of why Anakin would have to come to Y/N's rescue — it didn't really make sense before considering she was a Jedi so I added force-restraint cuffs to her. I also decided to change the reveal of Leo's true character to this chapter. Sorry for the mix-up. I've been wanting to put out chapters quickly b/c I have been getting a lot of requests from readers, but in the future I need to remind myself to take my time to release the best possible chapters I can. Hope that is okay.

Lastly, I know you all want Ani and Y/N to finally be together as a couple, but I'm not ready for that yet. I have a lot more in store for their journey.**

Y/N's POV:

Despite Anakin essentially brutally crippling Leo, he managed to run as fast as he could once allowed. A true coward could win any race with the speed to get out of their undesired circumstances.

Once he turned the corner behind palace walls, Anakin turned on his heels towards me with fists clenched at his sides. A scowl permeated across his face hidden under his mop of golden-brown curls— how someone managed to look so angelic while carrying so much anger was a mystery to me.

"I need you to help me." He muttered under his breath, not tilting his head up to conceal the true rage on his face.

I go to open my mouth to speak but for some reason my lips and tongue are unable to form the words. I'm frozen in my position, staring blankly at the man, unsure of what his next move will be.

Noticing my lack of movement, he let out a heavy sigh and strode towards me, grabbing his lightsaber from the hilt of his belt and handing it to me with shaky hands. The moment his flesh makes contact with mine, I can feel his anger like it's my own.

"Anakin, why are you giving me this?" I ask.

"Because Y/N," his head falls down away from my gaze in shame. "I need you to stop me from killing him."

Oh.

He begins to pace, and I can tell he's trying to decide whether or not he will be able to continue holding himself back from chasing after Leo. "Give me a reason not to go back and rip his head off."

"Anakin, you can't kill him. It's not the Jedi way." I follow after him. "You are better than this."

"Fuck the Jedi way!" He stops abruptly and I almost crash into his chest. He holds out his hands to catch me and the grip on my arms is alarmingly tight. "He touched you without your consent, Y/N. He could have... he would have..." he trails off, looking sick. "Force, I can't even think about that."

"Anakin," I whisper softly, reaching out to stroke his arm. "I don't want you to act irrationally. I need you to stay calm."

I paused and looked away then, debating on if I should tell him my theory about Leo. I know I have to, but I worry right now that if I do it'll most definitely send him hurdling after him.

"I need to tell you something." I decide to tell him— maybe against my better judgment. "But I need you to promise me you are going to stay right here after I'm done speaking."

"What is it?" He asks, ignoring my request.

"Anakin," I give him a stern look. "Promise me."

His head flops back and forth in debate. "I will try my best. That's all I can give you."