Anakin Skywalker x Reader
The Council has long believed since Anakin Skywalker arrived at the Jedi Temple that he is the Chosen One. And from what they know of the prophecy, they have no reason to believe otherwise.
Y/N is just a regular padawan t...
**A/N - the song playing in my mind when Anakin sees Y/N for the first time at the ball is Pink + White by Frank Ocean and Dark Red by Steve Lacy. Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish is the song I picture when they are dancing.**
Below is the dress and hair I had in mind for Y/N, but please feel free to picture whatever outfit and hairstyle you desire. The hair I chose is from The Phantom of the Opera (2004) movie. I felt like the stars were a perfect spacey vibe. The dress I picked because it reminded me of angels, which we all know Anakin loves(;**
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Anakin's POV:
She was late. It was ten past eight and she had yet to arrive. I was beginning to worry.
I stared between the grand staircase and the clock, debating on whether I should go make sure she was alright.
I felt her presence before I laid eyes on her. And then when I did...
Holy fucking shit.
The spotlight focused in on her as she descended gracefully down the grand stairwell. Everyone's head turned. The room once filled with social chattering fell silent. The only sound left was the music, which seemed to fade into the background when you looked at her. I'm almost certain the musicians would have stopped playing their instruments too if not for the fact they were being paid, especially as I noticed some of them started to play off key. Their attention, like everybody else's, was on Y/N.
My hand came up to rest above my heart, clutching my chest as a breathless feeling overcame me. She was perfect.
Following the black and white theme, but somehow still managing to stand out, she wore the most incredible ivory floor-length gown, draped and hung around her body flawlessly. A small train followed the back of her gown like resting angel wings.
Her hair was down and curled. Ornate sparkling silver and jewel-patterned star pieces were placed intricately throughout her hair. The ballroom lighting reflected off the jewels, shining like the stars up in space.
