A Galaxy Far, Far, Away... (Star Wars One-Shots)

Jealousy (Anakin x Reader)

I take in a sharp breath once again as the maid further tightens my corset.

"Do I really have to wear this thing?" I wheeze. "What's the point? I mean, really?"

Padme only laughs at my discomfort, looking at me from behind in the mirror. "I have to do this everyday, Y/N. Can't you just handle it for one?"

"Hmm, let me think!" I pause for a moment as the maid tightens the laces one last time. "No."

Padme smiles, shaking her head as she stands up from seat and walks over next to me. "At least you get to wear a fancy dress."

"I don't want to wear a fancy dress!" I whine. "Besides, the only reason you're making me go to this fancy dinner thing is so I can assist you in your attempts to 'woo' Ani."

Padme gasps, slapping me on the arm. "Y/N!"

"What? You know it's true."

"No it's not! This is a very important dinner for diplomatic purposes!"

"Yeah, sure..." I reply sarcastically, rolling my eyes. "Whatever. Just give me the damn dress so I can get this over with."

Padme gives me one last passing glare before gracefully striding to her gargantuan wardrobe. She swings open the beautiful pastel doors, beginning to rummage through an onslaught of silk and lace. "Hmmm...yes! This will do." Suddenly she pulls out a gown with a chiffon cape. The dress is a glimmering purple, which is thankfully far less distracting than most of the other ensembles in her collection.

"Do I have tooo?" I ask one last time before Padme shoves the dress into my arms. "I want my shorts back."

"Yes. And you better hurry! They still have to do your makeup and hair!"

"Ugh...makeup?"
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After what seemed like hours of further torture such as the yanking and twisting of my hair into and up-do and the bombardment of powdered makeup, I was finally finished. "Oh my god..." I groan. "I can't breathe, my head hurts from all the hair-tugging and my face feels like...like...ugh."

"Deal with it!" snaps Padme. "You look beautiful."

I roll my eyes, looking at myself in the mirror. "I look unfamiliar. But whatever. Am I free to go?"

"Yes. But don't bother the guests."

"Yay!" I shout, already kicking off my painful heels and holding them to the side while running in my itchy stockings. I escape through the door, slipping and sliding on the glossy floor in my itchy stockings. I laugh and shout, scrunching up the skirt of my dress in my hands. As the cape of my dress flutters behind me, I feel like I'm flying.

"Y/N!" I can hear Padme scold from behind me, but her voice is soft and distant for I am already too far away.

I keep slipping and sliding through the halls, laughing along the way. Every now and then I dodge a shrieking maid or duck under the tray of a server, but I never come close to running into someone. That is, until I run into someone.

I'm nearing the end of the hallway, when suddenly someone turns the corner, causing me to ram into them. "Oof!" The wind is knocked out of me, and I flail my arms before falling down, the person not moving an inch. My bottom is sore, and I rub it, moaning "ow," not caring if I seem unladylike.

Whoever bumped into me began chuckling, and I became offended. I looked up, trying to shoot a glare at whoever was making fun of me. "Hey..." suddenly I stopped, rolling my eyes. "Oh. Anakin. It's just you."

Anakin gasps in mock offense as he reaches down to help you up. "Just Anakin? How about: beloved Anakin, my best friend and the smartest, most good-looking, and overall most outstanding person in the galaxy?"

I scoff, letting him help me up. "Yeah, I would say that...but then I'd be lying."

"Whatever. You know it's true!" Anakin fires back. "Hey...by the way, what's up with all...this?" Anakin makes a large circle with his hands, gesturing at my clothing and hair and makeup.

"Oh," I groan. "Padme forced me to wear all of this."

"Why?"

"Oh," I try to search my head for a lie. "Uh...Padme made me to...to show representation for the citizens?" My lie sounded more like a question than a statement.

"You are a terrible liar, Y/N."

I sigh, looking down. "Yeah, I know."

"Why are you really here and dressed like that?"

"Um...I can't tell you."

Anakin pouts, giving me puppy-dog eyes. "Aw...Y/N...I hate it when you lie to me...I thought we're supposed to tell each other everything...."

"I know Ani, but I can't tell you just yet, okay? Just wait. And stop giving me that face, you know it kills me when you do that."

Anakin huffs, knowing that I won't give in.

"Now, come on." I try to move away from the subject, slipping my shoes back on. "I want to get this dinner over with. This corset is squeezing the air out of me! And I probably look terrible."

"Okay, but you don't look terrible." Anakin holds out his arm jokingly, a silly grin plastered on his face. I take it as we head to where the dinner will be.

"Sure," I scoff. "You're just saying that to make me feel better."

Anakin stay quiet for a moment as we walk together before speaking softly, not looking at me. "No, really. I quite like it, actually. You look wonderful."

My cheeks become a little rosy, and neither of us says anything else for the rest of our walk.

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As we enter the dining hall, there are already several diplomats and senators sitting down at the table or standing and chatting with others. Of course, standing near the entrance is Padme, looking like the belle of the ball in her large, light yellow gown. Several people have already swarmed her, asking her questions and such but she looks past them all, at us. Well, not so much me as Anakin.

"Anakin." She sweetly lets his name flow out like molasses, her panic and annoyance at me from earlier well hidden. "I'm so glad you were able to attend." Padme (as sickeningly graceful as possible) pushes out of her circle of people and they quickly disperse. Suddenly, she turns towards me, smiling cheaply. "Y/N. The Prince of Bechella is here. I know how much you enjoy spending time with him."

Her message is crystal clear; she wants me to leave so she can be with Anakin alone. I see through my friend's ploy and want to scold her, but instead I begin to leave. It wasn't a lie that I liked the Prince; in fact, I may have even more than 'liked' him.

"Oh yes, I must go and greet him. Pardon me." I try to leave but suddenly Anakin's eyes seem to light up with an unknown emotion, and he stops me.

"No, Y/N. I insist you stay with us! I...just got here and wish to catch up with you." I frown, trying to figure out what emotion he is hiding, until I spot Padme with narrowed eyes and gritted teeth out of the corner of my eye.

"We'll...catch up later." I decide, and Anakin's face falls slightly. "I promise. But I must speak with the Prince before he must depart once again." As soon as I mention the Prince, Anakin's face is filled with that same fiery emotion again, his corners of his mouth turning down in a frown. "Sorry." I mutter so only Anakin can hear before quickly sweeping away in a quick escape.

As I begin to look around for the Prince, I begin to think. The emotion on Anakin's face was familiar, without a doubt, but I had never seen Anakin display it before. Suddenly a realization dawned upon me.

Was Anakin...jealous?

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Hey everyone! Sorry for the long break...school has been absolutely hectic for me lately what with state testing and finals and semester projects, but I get out on summer break in less than two weeks so I'll be able to do more writing then! Once again, thank you for reading and your support! Peace out and may the Force be with you!