Star Wars x Reader Inserts

misconception | anakin skywalker

a/n: This is based on the request sent in by @allisontart. I hope you enjoy it! I took your advice and decided to combine your original idea, but also change it up a bit and surprise you. 

This is kind of an AU, since it takes place in a circumstance where Anakin has an open wedding and has decided to leave the Order to pursue his marriage to the reader, and being The Chosen One doesn't necessarily mean being a Jedi Master.

summary: While putting together the last details of your wedding, you find that Anakin often disappears from the scene, and along with him, Padmé. As the days stretch on and the ceremony draws nearer, you can't help but question Anakin's loyalty.

warnings: themes of distrust and disloyalty, worry, angst, arguments, fluff

word count: 8.5K (I'm not even sorry)

music: The Living Sculptures of Pemberly by Dario Marianelli & Benjamin Wallfisch

You adjusted the placement of the last votive before stepping back and admiring the colors and quaint decorations that accompanied it. The candles were cream-colored and sat primly within golden glasses that alternated in height along the width of the emerald green table runner which spanned the table. In the center sat a tall vase filled with white lilies and smaller native flowers that stretched their stems and blossoms outward in a tender manner. 

Across from you sat two other round tables that were just large enough to hold the display of altering decorations, contrasting each other in their color palette and design. You took a step back to admire them closely and settle upon your final decisions.

The second table to the left was draped gracefully with an eggplant shade of gossamer silk that flowed downwards from a large round platter in the center of the table. The centerpiece was ornamented with a glass terrarium that contained living Rominaria flowers that stood around a small log with moss adorning its bark. The flickering of a thin strand of golden lights twisted around the perimeter of the dome. Along the tablecloth, little bunches of moss and blossoms had been sprinkled around the small white votives. It was an elegant and warm setting.

The third table that sat to the right had royal blue silk flattened on the thick dark wood, enriching the hues of the natural grain and mimicking the cool pleasure of the waters of Naboo. The pistils of white flowers lay scattered along the cloth in between small silver votives. The haphazard setting gave off the effect of flowing water. It was a calming culmination of carefully set decorum.

Your graze lifted from the décor as you glanced out one of the many terraces that lined the edge of the elongated ballroom, fixing your eyes on the deep blue lake and the lustrous green hills that spanned the horizon. The faint murmur of voices nestled in the air as servants of the queen bustled about the room, dusting furnishings and finishing the preparations for areas of the ceremony that had already been decided upon.

Various types of flora from the Royal Gardens of Theed adorned the large columns along the room and flowed heavily from the walls like billowing drapery, their fragrant scent sweetening the atmosphere. The chandeliers that suspended from the vaulted ceilings had been uncovered and their usual empty sconces had been fitted with slender cream-colored candles. A few footmen were busy on top of ladders, carefully winding vines over and through the golden arms of the fixtures and trimming the wicks of the fresh candles.

You shook your head as a feeling of amazement rose within you as you took in the astonishing décor that had already been prepared for your much-anticipated wedding. When you had informed Padmé Amidala, who had been Queen of Naboo at the time, of your plans to marry Anakin Skywalker, she had been overly ecstatic of your news. In fact, she had been so elated to hear that two of her dearest friends were meant to wed, that she, in all her persuasive authority, had managed to oversee much of the planning for you, with your eager consent.