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 chill runs down my back, but it's not the kind one gets from a brush of cold air or a gust of wind. No, this sensation is the kind that rises when you feel like theirs danger amidst— like something evil is nearby, like something wicked is approaching.
Everything around me is black, matching the darkness that envelopes me through the Force. The furniture, the walls, and the ceilings— not an inch of light. Even through the window, the atmosphere is grey, surrounded by clouds and not a hint of sunlight.
I gaze down at my arms, taking in my attire. I'm covered in luxurious and undoubtably expensive fabric, black like the rest of this place wherever I am. A black diamond shines on my left hand on my ring finger— an engagement ring with a matching wedding band— and yet I cannot feel any semblance of love or affection when I look at it. Love is the last thing I feel in this place— no, I feel the opposite— anger, hate, pain, suffering is all that permeates these walls.
A gloved hand wraps around my waist and pulls me close against a firm chest. Anakin, I think, except it doesn't feel like him at all. His signature is wrong, and the heat that usually radiates from his skin isn't there. He feels cold, so cold.
His flesh hand brushes the hair from my neck before he places a kiss on the skin and I shiver. The warm and fuzzy feeling that usually accompanies this action isn't there, instead replaced with fear. It no longer feels like something done out of love, but out of possession.
I find myself asking who this strange man is before me, for it certainly can't be my Anakin.
"I know this isn't how you envisioned our life together." His imposter murmurs into my skin. "But I hope you see now how good this is for us— we can finally be together without the prying eyes of the Jedi."
I turn around to look at him, and am met with a harrowing sight. His beautiful ocean blue eyes replaced by the most sickening of yellow.
He smiles manically, almost like a snarl. "My empress."
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*Dream sequence ends...*
I rise from my bed in a cool sweat. I've been having these strange dreams more and more since Anakin and I returned from Adamo. All of which include him, but some are good and some are bad. I have no idea what they mean.
I tell myself it must be the guilt...
We didn't stop hooking up when we got back to Coruscant, and while I guess technically we aren't breaking the code— we're only having sex—it still feels like I'm doing something the Council wouldn't approve of.
Why else would we be keeping it a secret if there was nothing to hide?
We meant to stop. We really did. When we got back about a month ago, we went our separate ways at the hanger bay and I thought that would be it.
