Star Wars Preferences

this town: song fic.

a long awaited update! not requested.
AU. angst warning.

anakin:
and i know that it's wrong
that i can't move on
but there's something 'bout you
---

Anakin had lost many things in his life. But the worst one of all? You.

All of the memories you shared together? Gone. All the dreams and hopes you had? Gone. Gone, gone, gone. You were gone, and never coming back.

He woke up to nothing. He rolled over in his sleep to nothing. He awoke from his nightmares to nothing. Because you were gone.

Anakin's life was a mess. He thought of the last words you told him. 'Move on from me, but don't you ever forget me. I... I love you, A-Ani. My beautiful Ani.' But he couldn't. He couldn't move on from you, though it was wrong. Oh, how he knew it was wrong, but he just didn't care. He didn't care about anything.

Anakin couldn't move on because there was something about your comforting warmth when he awoke screaming from nightmares. Something about the way your eyes used to light up in the sun. Something about the way your lips used to curl into a smile. Something about you.

luke:
if the whole world was watching
i'd still dance with you
---

"y/n... will you dance with me?" Luke shyly asked you, his cheeks bright red.

You looked up from laughing with your friends. You took his breath away. You looked beautiful in his eyes. "Of course," you smiled, taking his hand lightly.

He lead you onto the dance floor. "Um, I don't really know how to dance..." You nervously smiled.

"Neither do I." He let out a breathy laugh, smiling at you softly.

"Well, I guess we'll make the moves up as we go, shall we?" You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close to you.

"We shall." Wrapping his arms around your waist, Luke thought about how lucky he was to have you.

He awoke wearily, patting the side of the bed for you. When there was nothing, he remembered with a sigh. You were gone, and he had driven you away.

Was there any hope left for the both of you? With him still futilely pining after you, and you having moved on with someone else? Would you still dance with him, if he asked? Because he would. He would dance with you, no matter who was watching. Even if he couldn't dance and tripped over his own feet and stood on your toes.

han:
you still make me nervous when you walk in the room
them butterflies, they come alive when i'm next to you
---

"And then, I-" Han broke off, staring at the door.

Luke frowned in confusion, looking around at the crowded room. "What is it?"

"Hey Luke, Han. How are you guys doing?" Your smile could light up the whole of Coruscant.

Han swallowed nervously. "Ah, g-good, thanks." He internally cursed himself for stuttering.

You frowned, before turning to Luke with a smile. "Okay, Luke, you have absolutely got to tell me about..."

While you and Luke chatted about his latest adventure, Han zoned out, thinking about you. Why did he stutter when he spoke to you? Why did his heart soar every time he saw you? Why did butterflies flutter in his stomach when you walked into the room?

"Hey, Han. Han!" Luke's calling snapped him out of his thoughts.
"Are you all right? Was it y/n?"

"What? No. Of course not," Han turned away from him with a shrug, about to speak the lies that cut at his heart. "I don't love her anymore."

obi wan:
i saw that you moved on with someone new
in the pub that we met, he's got his arms around you
---

"Hey, Obi Wan! Why don't we check out this joint? It might take your mind off your doom and gloom..." Anakin suggested, nodding his head at the pub.

Obi Wan sighed. Why did he end up with this tool again? But his offer seemed alright... if it would take his mind off of you, he'd take it. "Okay."

Anakin cheered in success, leading him into the bar. When he saw something, or rather, a certain someone, he froze and tried to pull Obi Wan away. "Uh, maybe this wasn't a good idea..."

"Anakin, what are you doing? What is it?" He gazed at the younger man in confusion, before turning back. There he saw you, in the arms of another. Not him. Your smile was twice the size that it had been with him, and he watched in pity as you laughed with the man. Not him. Not ever him.

He allowed Anakin to pull him away, in shock and disbelief and sorrow. He allowed Anakin to pull him away from the cause of his pain. And his heart died a little, screaming out for you to hear. But you weren't listening anymore.

kylo:
waking up to kiss you and nobody's there
the smell of your perfume still stuck in the air
---

"Mmm, no... 5 more minutes..." Kylo groaned at the invading sunlight. "Please, y/n, stop opening the curtain..."

But there was no reply from you. Frowning, Kylo blearily opened his eyes and turned to look at your side of the bed. Empty.

Confusion crossed his features, until it hit him. You were dead. He had driven his lightsaber through your chest, held your dying body in his arms, wept with tears dripping onto your limp body. Dead.

Why had he done it? Why had he killed- no, murdered the love of his life? Why had he removed the one thing keeping his sanity in check? His anger was so foolish in hindsight. He had been so blind. And now you were gone, and it was all his fault.

poe:
yesterday i thought i saw your shadow runnin' round
it's funny how things never change in this old town
---

"y/n?" Poe couldn't believe his eyes. It was you! You, rushing to get to a meeting and narrowly dodging him. You, the love of his life. "y/n! Wait!"

People around him turned in surprise, including you. No, wait, it wasn't you. Just a random stranger. The girl gave him an odd look, before rushing off again.

Poe's heart sank into his stomach. Of course it wasn't you. You had left him for good on that cold night where he broke your heart. Where he was drunk and stupid and foolishly kissed another girl. Where he lost you forever.