IM SO ANGRY THAT IN THE POOLS FOR WHO SHOULD I WRITE CARLOS NEVER WINS 😡 I DON'T LIKE DEMOCRACY

it's my birthday!! today I post Seb OS

gosh I really want to write something for seb or carlos BUT I DONR HAVE ANY IDEAS HELP ME requests are open!!

Challenge de Escritura

04. Pelea

por si prefieren leer en ao3

Kylo alguna vez fue un marine, y aunque ya habían pasado tres años de su retiro, todavía no se había acostumbrado a la sociedad. Decidió que debía volver a la universidad, esperando encontrar amigos, sin embargo algo lamentable ocurrió. Todos le temían. 

Kylo con pelo negro hasta los hombros, un torso enorme y una altura de 1.90, parecia tener el fisico perfecto para permanecer solo el resto de su vida. Y quizás esto hubiera pasado, si hubiera faltado a sus clases ese día tan lluvioso que parecía que iba a caerse el cielo. En el ejército, fue preparado para todo tipo de situaciones, así que unas gotas no iban a detenerlo. Claro que no tuvo en cuenta que su profesor iba a faltar junto al noventa porcierto de los estudiantes. Kylo se quedó sentado en una banca tomando café de lata, que miserable. Ni siquiera tenía un amigo como para reírse de su desgracia. 

—En serio soy un tonto. 

—No te preocupes, no eres el único—una voz contestó a su comentario. Kylo miró pero los primeros segundos no entendió que estaba viendo, hasta que unos ojos bajo esa bola de ropa se hizo presente—Un gusto, soy Naeve. 

Una mano salió bajo las tres capas de ropa, una mano pequeña, con uñas cortas pero cuidadas, Kylo la agarró.

—Un gusto, Naeve. 

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— Sebastian Vettel (SV5)

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★ Love in sickness and wins

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Candid Love | LN4

Lando Norris X Girlfriend! Reader

Summary: Lando and Y/N's first 'I love you' is on a live stream.

Warning(s): Mild Language, Insecure Lando, they both cry, fluff.

“I’ve been in love before, but right now, in this moment, I feel more and more like I was made for you"

Y/N and Lando had been dating for six months now. It had started casually—just a few hangouts here and there, laughing over inside jokes, and sharing quiet moments between the chaos of their lives. But somewhere along the way, it turned into something deeper, something neither of them had expected.

Y/N was a professional painter. She was known for her bold use of color, the way her pieces captured emotion in abstract forms that left people feeling connected, even if they couldn’t quite put into words why.

Her work had started to gain some recognition, and the online community adored her unique style and outgoing personality.

She was confident, creative, and didn’t take herself too seriously. Her fans and followers loved her for that, especially the playful banter she shared with Lando, who often appeared in her streams after they started going out together.

Lando had convinced her to do a livestream with him tonight, much to her initial hesitation. But of course, it was hard for her to deny her boyfriend anything.

The warmth of Y/N’s flat was a familiar comfort, infused with the scent of oil paints and faint traces of Lando’s cologne. The wooden floors bore the marks of past artistic endeavors, streaked with remnants of paint splatters that refused to fade.

They stood in her living room, a massive canvas propped up on the easel in front of them, already a chaotic mess of color—thanks mostly to Lando, who had no regard for composition or restraint.

The livestream had been running for nearly an hour now, and the energy was at an all-time high. The chat was a nonstop blur of messages, fans feeding off their chaotic chemistry, hyping them up.

Lando had convinced her to do this, claiming it would be "fun"—and to be fair, it was. The entire session had been filled with ridiculous Q&As, an all-out paint war, and Y/N trying (and failing) to teach Lando proper brush techniques.

Lando, who stood behind her, had his chin propped lazily on her shoulder while she scrolled through the comments.

"Alright, next question to Lando," Y/N announced, reading from the chat. "If you and Lando were in a zombie apocalypse, who’s getting eaten first?"

Lando scoffed, dipping his brush into an alarming amount of orange paint. "Obviously me. You'd betray me for food in a heartbeat."

"I wouldn't betray you!" Y/N gasped, feigning offense. "I would just… strongly consider my survival options."

"Wow." Lando nudged her shoulder. "Unbelievable. And I thought you loved me."

There was a split-second pause. Y/N felt it—the weight of that word hanging between them, unspoken but suddenly there. But before she could react, Lando kept talking, oblivious to what he’d almost said.

"Anyway," he continued, "I'd probably survive longer. I’m quick. I’d just leave you behind—"

Y/N smacked his arm. "See? Betrayal! I knew it!"

@ F1fan89 Y/N LITERALLY JUST SAID SHE’D LET HIM GET EATEN FIRST

@ McLaren4Lyf bet lando would turn into a zombie but still simp for y/n

@ LiveLaughLando THEY ARE SO IN LOVE AND SO STUPID OMG

"Alright, ignoring that" she announced giving him a mock glare, her eyes flickered over the chat. "What is Lando’s most annoying habit?"

Lando let out an exaggerated gasp, gripping his chest in mock offense. "I don’t have any annoying habits."

Y/N scoffed so hard she nearly choked. "Okay, first of all, that’s a fucking lie—"

"Name one," Lando challenged, smirking.

"Easy," she said, turning toward the camera. "He claps. Like a fucking lot."

Lando blinked. "Excuse me?"

"No, listen, guys, I’m so serious," she insisted, her hands gesturing wildly. "He doesn’t just clap—he slams his hands together like he’s trying to summon the gods. And he does it fucking repeatedly. It's like Hell's gates are being opened. Like, you could be in a peaceful room, and then all of a sudden—"

She clapped once, loudly, and then again, and again, the sound echoing in the flat. Lando immediately burst out laughing, shaking his head.

"You are lying right now," he said through wheezes.

"I am not! You dent the air when you do it! It’s actually terrifying."

Lando clapped his hands together—loud. "Like this?" And then he went to do it again.

"YES!" Y/N shouted, pointing. "Exactly like that!" She stopped his hands from moving and making her ears go deaf.

The chat was howling.

Lando, still laughing, wiped a tear from his eye. "Alright, alright. But if we’re exposing annoying habits—" He turned to face the camera, grinning. "She snores in bed."

Y/N gasped so hard she nearly lost oxygen. "No," she whispered, placing a hand over her heart. "No, you did not just say that."

Lando was already in tears, cackling at her reaction.

"Walk. Away," Y/N said, pointing to the door. "Right now."

"Y/N—"

"We’re boutta throw hands," she declared, talking steps back from him dramatically.

She bounced lightly on her feet, shifting into a boxer’s stance—sideways, fists raised, doing that little fighter jump like she was about to step into a UFC ring.

Lando lost it. He clutched his stomach, howling with laughter, his entire body shaking.

"Come here and fight me like a man!" Y/N challenged, her footwork growing increasingly ridiculous.

Lando, still grinning, reached out and caught her wrist, yanking her forward. She landed against him with a surprised laugh, her back pressing into his chest as his arms wrapped around her.

"God, I fucking love you."

The words left Lando’s mouth in the middle of his laughter, as easy and unguarded as breathing.

Silence.

@ norrisforever Did Lando just drop an ‘I love you’? I’m dying 😭😭😭🙏🏻

@ slayyyqueenLando Lando is literally a walking emotional disaster and I’m HERE for it

@ bailandooo DID I HEAR THAT RIGHT?

The chat messages kept flying, but neither of them saw them anymore. Y/N’s hands were still over his arms, her fingers unconsciously gripping the fabric of his hoodie. Lando’s arms, which had been playfully holding her, suddenly felt stiff. His breath hitched.

Y/N blinked. "Did you just say you love me?"

Lando had gone completely still. And then, under his breath, barely above a whisper—

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

The chat was going crazy.

@ landomclarenchamps AIN'T NO FUCKING WAY I JUST HEARD THAT IWBNSWJASJWAN

@ landowecanbechampionisaid I FUCKING HEARD THAT OMG OMG ITS HAPPENING

@ bigfanof_norris No fucking way Lando fucking Norris just casually dropped an ‘I love you’. Like, that was not planned, they’re both in shock right now 😭😭

@ LandoXy/n_fan_acc OMFG OMFG OMFG ITS FUCKING HAPPEOMG AND ITS LIVE DO THEY EVEN SEE US🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

@ beyond_y/n I’m gonna need Y/N to stop making me fall in love with her harder every single day. This shit’s getting out of hand

@ paintandlovey/n If these two don’t get married, I swear to god I’ll riot. This is the realest shit ever💕💕💕

@ Ferrariismylifeblood THEY DON'T EVEN SEE US WTH LANDO, Y/NS BOUTTA CRY HOLY FUCKING SHIT NDMDJWKXJWMMS

@ newy4champion I’m calling it now, these two are getting married before the year’s out

Y/N turned her head slightly, catching the way his eyes had gone wide, his mouth barely parted as if he could somehow take it back. "Fucking hell," he muttered, still whispering, his whole body frozen. "Yeah, I just said that. Holy shit."

Y/N squeezed his arm, grounding herself. Her vision was blurry, and it took her a second to realize that her eyes were burning. Her throat felt tight, emotion crashing over her like a tidal wave.

She was crying.

Lando must’ve realized at the same time because his arms instinctively tightened around her. "Oh, fuck," he mumbled, voice thick. He tucked his face against her neck, as if trying to disappear. "I’m so sorry."

Y/N immediately turned in his arms, grabbing his face with both hands. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

Lando’s hands found her waist, gripping like he was terrified she might slip away. "I just—you—gods, Y/N, I was so fucking scared." His voice cracked, and Y/N could feel him trembling.

Her heart clenched.

"You don’t have to be," she whispered, her thumbs brushing over his cheekbones, catching a stray tear. "I love you, Lando. So fucking much."

Lando choked on a breath. And then—

He crumbled.

His knees buckled, and he dropped to the floor, pulling Y/N down with him. His hands clutched at her like she was the only thing keeping him from falling apart entirely.

"God, I was so scared, Y/N," he was saying, his words rushed, panicked. "I love you so fucking much, and if you didn’t love me—god, I was so scared—I could’ve lost you, oh my god—"

Y/N silenced him with her hands on either side of his face, tilting his head up. "Lando," she said, firm but soft. His eyes, glossy and overwhelmed, met hers. "I will never, ever not love you. Never."

His breath hitched.

"I love you, Lando Norris," she continued, her voice thick with emotion. "I love you with all my heart. With everything I have. And everything I ever will be."

Then, she kissed him.

Soft, warm, and lingering, her lips pressing against every tear-streaked part of his face before finally meeting his mouth. Lando let out a shaky breath, melting into her, his fingers curling into the fabric of her sweater like he never wanted to let go.

They were both crying, but they were smiling too.

And then—

"Oh my god," Y/N muttered suddenly, pulling back just enough to look at him properly. "The live is still on."

Lando groaned, dropping his head onto her shoulder. "I know," he whined, still half-laughing, half-crying.

Y/N wiped at her face, only to realize she was still crying too. "I have never cried on camera before, oh my god."

Lando let out a laugh, breathless and teary, wrapping his arms around her again. They sat like that for a few moments, foreheads pressed together, until they finally got up.

They turned toward the phone, which was still propped up, still very much streaming to an audience of thousands. The chat was in absolute chaos.

Y/N reached for the phone with shaky hands, still sniffling, still overwhelmed, but utterly happy. Her fingers brushed against Lando’s as they both steadied themselves in front of the camera. The chat was moving at the speed of light, messages flying in so fast she could barely read them.

She let out a breathless laugh, wiping at her tear-streaked cheeks. "Okay, guys, that is not how I planned it—" She cut herself off with a choked giggle, still crying, still laughing. "Fucking hell, I’m still crying—"

Lando had the biggest grin on his face, eyes shining with pure, unfiltered joy.

"Okay, anyway," she continued, voice still shaking, "you guys better not tease me or Lando. This was not planned, but holy shit, it’s the best day of my life."

Lando, still watching her with the softest expression, tightened his arm around her waist and pulled her close, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. "I love you so much, Y/N."

Her breath hitched, and she let out a disbelieving laugh, still crying. "Oh my god," she whispered, shaking her head. "I love you too. I never thought I’d say it."

And there they were—crying and smiling, their faces still damp with tears, their fingers still tangled together, so in love it was almost ridiculous.

The chat had completely lost it.

@ F1Fanatic ACTUAL SOULMATES OH MY GOD

@ LiveLaughLando THIS WAS THE MOST REAL LOVE CONFESSION I’VE EVER WITNESSED

@ Y/N_Lando4Ever NOT THEM BOTH CRYING AND SMILING I CAN’T BREATHE

@ CryingInTheClub BEST DAY OF MY LIFE TOO WTF

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On my monthlies. Needed some hurt comfort, Lando is my favourite one for that genre because of his mental health awareness thing. Expect more stories after this week. I'm unfortunately quite sick, more than I thought. But it also gives me time to write, so there is that.

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𝟎𝟎𝟐, PLAYING CUPID

pairing! anakin skywalker x fem!reader

synopsis! r2-d2 can't stand seeing anakin and you fight, so he decides to play his favorite game: being cupid!

warnings! verbal fight, fluff, artoo being such a cutie little droid :c

word count! 4.8k

note! this is the longest shit i've ever written in my whole life 🧍🏻‍♀️IT'S ALSO INSPIRED BY A DREAM I HAD WITH ANAKIN 😩 it's special, i hope you like it as much as i do <33.

my mother tongue is spanish, so i ask for your patience and a lot of kindness in case you want to make an observation about my narration, grammar or spelling. thank you! ♡

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The time had long surpassed the stroke of midnight, yet fate had conspired to hold you, Anakin and R2-D2 captive in the war room, surrounded by maps and holographic projections of the enemy's forces. As one of the highest-ranking Generals, the weighty responsibility had fallen upon you and Anakin to devise a strategic plan, one that would orchestrate the downfall of a fortified Separatist stronghold nestled upon a remote planet.

Your eyes felt heavy, your head pounded, and every inch of your body was begging for some rest. All you yearned for was respite, a sanctuary within the confines of your bunk, where you could surrender to slumber's embrace for an entire week. Looking over at Anakin, you could tell that he wasn't feeling any different from you, his body language betraying his exhaustion, letting you know that you weren't alone in your misery. It was as if the weight of the galaxy had settled on both of your shoulders, and you couldn't help but wonder how much longer you and your best friend could keep going like this.

You hated war.

It was a brutal business, and you hated every moment of it. Its destructive nature, the lives it claimed, the endless planning and executing was taking its toll on you. Yet, you soldiered on, fueled by the hope that your efforts would make a difference.

With bleary eyes, you rubbed at the fatigue-induced haze, striving to maintain focus amidst the flickering glow emanating from the tactical map. In that moment, Anakin turned to you. A adorable yawn, one he tried to suppress but failed, escaped his lips with a slight suspire. It was a stark contrast to his imposing figure; strong, broad, and towering. Yet, it was in these small, vulnerable moments that his true essence shone through, captivating your soul like nothing else.

You wondered if he knew how cute he looked when he was tired, or how every little gesture of his was beautiful in its own way.

"I think we should launch a frontal assault," suddenly, his confident and resolute voice broke through your thoughts about him. His index finger moved at a specific area and your gaze followed his hand. An undeniable knot of worry coiled in the pit of your stomach. The location he had singled out was no ordinary point on the map; it was a fortified entrance, a bastion of enemy resistance that had withstood countless assaults. "We'll hit them hard and fast, overwhelm their defenses, and take the base in a matter of hours."

"That's a risky move," you interjected, your voice laden with skepticism, unsure about the feasibility of his plan. His illogical proposal took your sleep away in less than a second. "The Separatists have had time to fortify their position and they'll be expecting us. We could lose a lot of men if we charge in blindly."

"We're Jedi, not cowards. We can handle whatever they throw at us."

"But what if they have some kind of surprise waiting for us?" you countered, your own frustration growing as you watched Anakin's tired eyes roll in exasperation at your objections. His pretty, oh, so pretty eyes. "A trap? A minefield? A hidden weapon? We need to approach this mission with caution."

Anakin let out a long, drawn-out sigh, his brow furrowing deeply in annoyance. He leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms in front of his chest in a clear demonstration of displeasure. The weariness in his eyes was overshadowed by an unmistakable expression of disdain as he peered at you, a seemingly conviction that you, in that moment, were the dumbest living form in the entire vastness of the galaxy.

"Caution?" he exclaimed, the word escaping his lips like a bitter scoff. "We need to seize the initiative and strike while the iron is hot. Our troops are ready, and the time is right."

Exhaustion was mounting, and you could feel a dull ache pulsing through your temples. Instinctively, you rubbed your forehead in a futile attempt to alleviate the fatigue that threatened to cloud your judgment. A silent plea to the gods or the Force itself crossed your mind, a pray to grant you the patience and wisdom necessary to navigate the turbulent sea of Anakin's unwavering determination.

He's so stubborn.

It was legendary, he could be as immovable as a mountain. His obstinacy resembled a deep-rooted tree, firmly entrenched in his convictions, rendering it nearly impossible to sway or alter. You had long known this about the man you loved the most, and you were aware of how difficult it could be to change his mind once he was set on something. This quality of his, simultaneously admirable and frustrating, had been witnessed by everyone on numerous occasions.

And now it was putting the mission at risk.

A pang of guilt struck you as you thought back on the many times you had given in to his plans or ideas to avoid a conflict that wears out your mind and heart. You knew deep down that it wasn't worth it, that sometimes it was easier to concede than to argue. But today, now, this case was different. This time, the stakes were higher, you couldn't let him put your troops in unnecessary danger just because you wanted to avoid an argument. Your decisions could make or break the success of the mission.

"I'm not saying we should be cowards, Anakin. I'm saying we should be smart. We need to think about the bigger picture here," you stated calmly, trying to reason with him, leaning forward in your seat to trace your finger along the terrain as you spoke. "We can send in a smaller team to gather intel. Then, based on what they find, we can make the best decision about how to proceed. We need to minimize our losses and maximize our chances of success."

Anakin's intense gaze held yours, and you felt a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, he was genuinely considering your suggestion. His eyes seemed to search yours for a moment, as if weighing the options and possibilities. But, as quickly as that flicker of possibility had arisen, it was snuffed out by the curve of his lips, which seemed to twist into a disapproving sneer.

"I appreciate your input, Y/N," he replied, polite but tinged with a dismissive tone. Running a hand through his tousled hair, he caused a few strands to fall gracefully back into place. That gesture would have normally made your heart flutter, however, the gravity of the situation kept you firmly grounded. "But I know what needs to be done. We're going with my plan," he concluded like a definitive statement, standing up from his seat with a data-pad in his hands, approaching the droid that was holding other maps for you. "R2, come here. Help me with something."

Unacceptable.

You sat there for a moment, stunned and speechless, trying to process what had just happened. Had he truly made the final call without giving a second thought to your perspective? Just like that? Was he so convinced of his own rightness that he was willing to dismiss your opinions entirely? The audacity of his actions ignited a gentle flame within you, a facet of your personality that lacked patience, the heat of your rage begin to rise in your chest as you watched him compare maps with the droid without any worry or disturb at his behavior. How dare he? You wanted to scream, to lash out, to tell him exactly what you thought of him and his I'm-always-right attitude. But at the same time, you knew that wouldn't solve anything.

Summoning all your willpower, you took a deep breath, clenching your teeth with fervor and mentally counted to ten, harnessing your emotions as you rose from your seat walked purposefully toward him.

You closed the distance, your gaze weighed heavily upon the back of his neck, a penetrating stare filled with a mix of intensity and silent reproach. It pierced through his consciousness, momentarily causing a flicker of confusion to ripple across his features, drawing his attention to your presence. However, after a fleeting moment of acknowledgment, he redirected his focus back to the droid, continuing with his task, seemingly dismissing the impact of your unspoken message.

"You're not even willing to consider other options?" you questioned. The words hung in the air, suspended between you and Anakin. Yet, he stood unmoved. "You're just going to charge in blindly and hope for the best?"

"It's not blind," Anakin emitted a chuckle, dripping with sarcasm. He didn't even bother to face you, his voice carrying a hint of condescension. "It's a calculated risk."

"Anakin, we're supposed to be a team," you crossed your arms, your voice firm but tinged with a touch of pleading. "We should be working together on this."

"I am working with you. I just don't agree with your strategy," his annoyance was palpable as he finally set aside his data-pad, pivoting his well-built frame to face you, his gaze piercing with impatience. "You're too cautious, too hesitant. Your plan will only hold us back. I know what I'm doing."

His words stung like a slap in the face. You had always been willing to put yourself in harm's way for the greater good, but you knew that there was a difference between bravery and foolishness, a thin line you weren't willing to cross. Anakin, on the other hand, seemed to have a hard time distinguishing between the two.

"I'm holding us back?" you shot, incredulous. You didn't notice the way your voice was slowly rising. "You're the one who's being reckless and impulsive. As always," Anakin's narrowed eyes burned with indignant fury, his initial annoyance transforming into a smoldering anger that threatened to consume the room. You knew that your words had struck a nerve, even though they held a semblance of truth.

As the tension in the room thickened, the air heavy with unyielding wills, R2-D2 beeped urgently, his mechanical voice punctuating the air seeking to intervene. The astromech droid, more than just a resourceful companion, was a friend, his loyalty extended beyond mere service; he cared deeply for both of you, aware of the underlying, unspoken feelings that bound you together. Every subtle interaction was etched into his memory circuits, everything. From the stolen glances and telltale blushes provoked by compliments, from the extended hugs that lingered longer than necessary after arduous missions and the occasional brushes of hands. He longed for nothing more than to see you both happy and united, free from the burdens of conflict.

And he was determined to fulfill his longing, he was going to put an end to the argument, and maybe take advantage of the situation a little. A mischievous thought flitted through his mechanical mind: Did the two of you know about his favorite game?

"Not now, R2," Anakin snapped, caught up in the heat of the moment, waving the droid away. "I am the problem now? You're the one who's being selfish, thinking only of your own safety and not the mission at hand."

"That's not true. I care about the mission, and I care about our troops. I just don't want to see them die needlessly because of a hasty decision," a mocking and arrogant smile stretched across his face.

"You don't have the guts to make the tough calls, do you?"

The way you gasped.

Even R2 seemed taken aback, emitting an surprised beep that mirrored the incredulity you felt. For a moment, you struggled to find your voice, your jaw hanging open in a mix of astonishment and anger. Then, your throat let out a bubbling laughter of disbelief. It was a reflexive response, a visceral reaction to the absurdity of his accusations, a release of the pent-up frustration that had been building inside you.

"Oh, you don't want to do this," you managed to choke, a sense of warning in your laughs. Anakin's expression shifted, his defiance growing even stronger as he raised his chin, a challenging sparkle in his eyes. His audacious stance seemed to say that he was ready to engage in this verbal duel, if you weren't fighting already, unafraid of the consequences. It was a side of him you had seen before. That stubborn, headstrong Jedi Knight loved pushing boundaries.

"Maybe I do."

Fearing the situation could deteriorate further, R2-D2 acted with a subtle nudge against Anakin's legs, a gentle insistence in his movements as he sought to capture the Jedi's attention, his beeps growing more insistent. Anakin, vexed by the interruption, cast a frustrated glance downward, emitting a groan of annoyance in response.

"R2! Can't you see we are talking? Wait a minute," he scolded, turning back to you with a scowl on his face.

"No, this is not a talk," you shocked your head angrily. What was happening between you and Anakin was far from a simple conversation. And yet, even as you felt your frustration rising, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of gratitude towards R2 for his attempts to defuse the situation.

"You started this," he accused. "You're always looking for an easy way out, a safe option. But that's not how wars are won. Sometimes you have to take risks, make sacrifices, and do what needs to be done."

"You think I was born yesterday? I perfectly know that. But I'm also not willing to throw away lives for the sake of a bold move," you gritted your teeth, unable to hold your tongue any longer. "If you can't see that, then maybe you're not the leader I thought you were."

Anakin's gaze met yours, and within his eyes, a flicker of surprise mingled with a tinge of remorse, shattering the facade of his unwavering confidence. You knew that your outburst had caught him off guard, but you also knew that it was necessary. You had stood up for yourself and demanded to be heard, and you were not going to allow anyone to dismiss your contributions again.

"What?" he spat, low and dangerous. You stood your ground, refusing to back down.

"You heard me."

"You're questioning my leadership now?"

"I'm questioning your judgment," you declared. "And I won't stand by and let you put our troops in unnecessary danger. I'm not being coward, I'm just following the Jedi Code. You should try it sometime."

Before Anakin could formulate a response, a sudden force propelled him forward, jostling him from behind. R2-D2 had maneuvered into position, pushing Anakin until he stood mere inches from you, nose-to-nose. The unexpected proximity caused Anakin to stumble, a sharp intake of breath escaping his lips and a flush of pink embarrassment danced across his cheeks. The notion of an almost-kiss left him and you momentarily breathless, his eyes evading your gaze as they instead fell upon his mechanical confidant. The droid's incessant beeping were playful now, and lively tiny jumps from side to side seemed to exude an air of amusement.

"Hey, watch it, you little scrap pile!" Anakin scolded the droid, his tone tinged with shame. The close proximity had nearly led to a secretly wanted but inadvertent intimacy. "What are you doing?!"

"Don't talk to him like that!" you chastised him. R2 had been trying to diffuse the situation, to ease the tension that had been building between you and Anakin. He just wanted to help.

Or at least that's what you thought.

"He's pushing me!"

"He's trying to say something!"

"No! He's just being annoying, just like you!"

"Annoying?!" a flicker of surprise appeared in your widened eyes, his choice of words making you laugh in disbelief. "Oh my god, Anakin!"

"What?! Nothing of this would have happened if you have just agreed with my plan in first place!" R2-D2 persisted in his efforts, he pushed Anakin from behind once again, yet this time the Jedi anticipated the droid's intentions, bracing himself against the opposing force. Turning his gaze toward his diminutive companion, his expression hardened with resolve. "R2, I swear to the Force, I am going to deactivate you if you don't stop this!"

"I did it because you're being arrogant and stubborn! You think you're better than everyone else, but you're not!"

"Oh! Yeah?!"

"Yeah! You're just a hothead who can't see past his own ego!"

"Don't you dare talk to me about ego!" he yelled back, his voice dripping with venom. "You're the one who can't stand not being in control! You're so afraid of failure that you're willing to sacrifice our chances of success just to cover your own ass!"

Despite Anakin's threats, R2-D2 remained undeterred in his mischievous intervention. With an assertive nudge, the droid propelled Anakin forward once again, causing him to lose his balance and cascade towards you. In a split second, Anakin's reflexes kicked in, his hands reaching out instinctively to catch you, his muscular and warm arms enveloping you protectively. With an agile twist of his body, he positioned himself in such a way that he took the brunt of the fall, ensuring your safety as you both tumbled to the ground.

With your head pressed against his chest, the rhythm of Anakin's rapid heartbeat reverberated in your ears, its intensity mirroring the emotions exploding within him, evident in the way his grip tightened around you even after the fall. In the midst of the unexpected entanglement of limbs and bodies, you found yourselves drawn together in a way that surpassed the boundaries of mere friendship. There was a tenderness to the way your bodies intertwined, as if they were seeking solace and connection by themselves.

You two were close. So close.

It was a different kind of embrace, surpassing the casual hugs you had shared in the past. The proximity allowed you to intimately perceive the essence of his physical presence, catching the distinct scent of his masculinity that lingered in the air. It was an alluring fragrance, an intoxicating essence that elicited a subtle flush of color upon your cheeks, betraying the effect he had on you.

Looking up into Anakin's eyes, you saw a mixture of concern and anger, his gaze fixed on you as he assessed your well-being. His cheeks flushed with a shade of crimson that only heightened his attractiveness, intensifying your own blush. Yet his focus remained on your safety. Only after confirming that you were unharmed did he shift his attention to the mischievous droid, his features contorted with frustration and irritation.

"You- Stupid droid!"

"R2," you whispered shyly, a hint of complaint in your voice as you attempted to extricate yourself from Anakin's anatomy. However, as you made your initial move to stand up, an unexpected force pulled you down, causing you to crash back onto his chest. With a perplexed glance downwards, you discovered that both of your zip belts had become inexplicably entangled, linking your bodies together in a amusingly awkward predicament.

You tried to suppress a nervous laugh, but it escaped you, and Anakin joined in. Fingers fumbled and intertwined, attempting to untangle the fabric that held you captive, but the more you struggled, the tighter the clip seemed to become. You could feel his muscles tense under your weight, and you were sure he could feel your trembling hands.

"I-I- Let me-"

"No, stay still. Let's- U-Uh-"

"No- Look, I can- A-Am-"

Just when you thought the moment couldn't become any more mortifying, R2-D2 intervened with a sudden burst of loud beeps, followed by the unmistakable melody of a romantic tune, causing both you and Anakin to freeze. The notes of the music hung in the air, creating a whimsical backdrop that seemed to amplify the fluttering shared between you and Anakin. Eyes widening in surprise, you turned to look at Anakin, his expression reflecting a mixture of horror, embarrassment, and a desire to vanish from sight.

"What the- R2, stop that!" Anakin's voice rang out, filled with flustered exasperation. The poor guy looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die. "Stop it! N-Now!"

But R2-D2 seemed impervious to Anakin's distress, emitting an innocent beep while unabashedly continuing to serenade you both with melody, pleased with the romantic atmosphere he had created.

Unable to contain yourself any longer, you burst into laughter, escaping in a series of happy chuckles that echoed through the room. The absurdity of the droid's musical interlude, combined with Anakin's priceless expression, proved too much to bear. Amidst your amusement, you glanced at Anakin, a playful glimmer in your eyes as you sought an explanation.

"What is he doing?" you asked, the laughter still dancing in your voice, your innocent curiosity blending seamlessly with the light-hearted mirth that sparkled in your eyes.

"I-I don't know!" his attempt at feigning ignorance crumbling as a genuine warmth began to radiate in his eyes. Deep down, he couldn't deny that R2-D2's intervention seemed too intentional to be mere chance. Perhaps the astromech droid had a mischievous streak and was playing cupid, aware of Anakin's hidden affections for you. He was going to figure it out later. "I- I swear, I don't know what's got into him. Maybe he's malfunctioning or s-something," Anakin's stammered words failed to conceal the knowing glimmer in his eyes, hinting at a secret he was not yet ready to reveal.

"It's funny," you confessed, a soft smile adorning your lips as your laughter subsided. The momentary disturb seemed to have brought you closer, the tangled belts serving as a whimsical metaphor for the complexities of your relationship. "Are you okay?"

"Am I okay?" he repeated, genuine surprise mingling with tenderness in his voice. He paused in his attempts to untangle the belts, his gaze locked with yours. "I am not the one who almost got crushed. Are you okay?"

"But you got crushed! What are you talking about?" you playfully retorted, your laughter mingling with the harmonious melody surrounding you. With a gentle tilt of your head, you regarded him, your smile radiating warmth. "I'm okay," you assured him, your eyes conveying a profound sense of reassurance and fondness that melted any trace of anger inside of him.

For a suspended moment, the room transformed into a sanctuary of shared vulnerability. It was as if the world had faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of you, entangled not only by belts but also by hidden desires and uncharted emotions. The air buzzed with an electric energy, anticipation radiating from every corner.

As your gaze remained in his, an rare language flowed between you, conveying a depth of understanding that transcended words. In that silent exchange, you detected a subtle shift in Anakin, a softness that belied his earlier brashness. His eyes held a tender gleam, and his touch carried a gentleness you hadn't witnessed until now. Could it be that he felt the same way about you that you did about him? Somehow?

"I'm sorry," his voice murmured, the words almost lost amidst the tender notes of the music. "I didn't mean anything I said earlier, I didn't mean to insult you. I'm just under a lot of pressure. We both are."

"I know, Ani, I know," you nodded, your voice filled with sincerity and compassion. "I'm sorry, too. I also didn't mean any word."

R2 emitted a contented series of beeps, seemingly delighted with the outcome of his meddling. Sensing the need for privacy, the droid swiftly departed, leaving the two of you alone. Anakin's brow furrowed in confusion, his attention momentarily diverted by the departing droid.

"Hey! Hey! Where are you going?!" he called out, a trace of annoyance lingering in his voice. Evidently, the source of the current situation was still fresh in his mind. "Come back here!"

And in that instant, you knew it was now or never.

When would an opportunity like this present itself again? When would your hearts be so unguarded, the connection so palpable? The urgency within you propelled you forward, overriding any fears or doubts. You realized that regardless of his response, you had to seize the moment, to convey your feelings through a single, fleeting act.

Unburdened by the need for reciprocation, overriding any fears of rejection or potential consequences, before Anakin managed to separate your belts, you leaned in impulsively and pressed a loving kiss upon his cheek.

And the galaxy reduced to the electrifying touch of your lips against his skin.

Though the contact had been brief, you sensed his unconscious inclination, the way he instinctively leaned his cheek closer to your lips as if seeking a lingering connection. It was a silent testament to the impact of that stolen moment, a fragile thread connecting your hearts in a way that mere words couldn't encapsulate. As you gingerly pulled away to witness his reaction, you almost screamed like a schoolgirl caught in the throes of a blossoming romance.

There he was.

His face, already flushed from earlier events, now sported a hue even deeper pink, near to red. His cheeks seemed to puff up slightly, a result of the endearing and slightly bewildered smile he struggled to conceal. His eyes blinked, almost in slow motion, as if he had just awakened from the most enchanting dream imaginable.

And it was only because you kissed his cheek.

"What was that for?" he managed to utter, his voice barely rising above a whisper, as if grappling to find words to articulate his whirlwind of emotions.

"Just because."

That was all he needed to hear.

Anakin's hands gently cradled your face, his touch sending tingles of anticipation through your body. You felt a rush of warmth spreading from your cheeks to the rest of your being, his thumbs caressed your skin tenderly as he drew you closer, closing the distance between your lips.

The moment your mouths met, time seemed to stand still. The world around faded away, leaving only the soft press of his lips against yours. It was a sweet sensation, filled with a blend of longing, desire, and a hint of uncertainty, as if he wanted to convey all his feelings through this single form of love.

As you melted into the kiss, surrendering to the magic of the moment, you could feel Anakin's grip on your cheeks tightening ever so slightly, his fingers intertwining with the strands of your hair. It was a gesture of both longing and possessiveness, a silent declaration of the emotions that had been building between you for so long, a confirmation that he was here, in this moment, fully present and committed to the love that bloomed between you.

It was better than you imagined. It was much better than he had imagined. It was just... perfect. Right. True.

But as with all things, the kiss eventually came to an end. Reluctantly, you and Anakin parted, breathless and dizzy, with lips tingling, both gasping for air.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, his voice filled with awe. "I shouldn't have done that."

"I shouldn't have done that, either," you whispered. His eyes searched yours, seeking a hint of regret, remorse. But he didn't find it. Instead, he felt a pull towards you, a desire for more.

Anakin's stared at you, a silent beg in his eyelids for permission. Driven by an insatiable longing, you leaned in once again, your lips seeking his with urgency and surrender. Time seemed to stand still as your souls intertwined, and just as the kiss was taking the path you wanted, you remembered how it was that you ended up in this precise moment.

The mission.

You kindly pulled away, breathless and exhilarated, your foreheads gently met. The world slowly seeped back into focus, but the imprint of that stolen kiss remained etched upon your very being.

"We should get back to planning," you said, trying to sound practical and composed. Anakin let out a childish complaint, his touch lingering on your cheek for a short moment before reluctantly withdrawing.

"Yeah, we should," he sighed. As much as he wanted to continue kissing you, he knew that you had a mission to focus on. "I'll give you this one. We'll send in a small team to gather intel tomorrow. But I'm telling you, we're going to need to be aggressive if we want to win this."

"Aggressive, yes. Reckless, no."

Anakin's expression softened, and he nodded in agreement. You offered a warm smile in response, wanting to rise from your position on the ground. But before you could, you were pushed back down by the entangled belts, causing your body to collide once again with Anakin's chest. You groaned in frustration, feeling a bit embarrassed for forgetting about the belts in the heat of the moment. Anakin, however, laughed heartily at your clumsy attempt and pulled you close to him, taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around you.

"I don't think I mind being stuck like this for a little longer."

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Enchanted

Summary: Everyone feels intimidated by your coldness, except Anakin. Who feels enchanted by everything you are. 

Tags: Shy! Reader, Jedi! Reader, Reader is actually nice.

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No podías evitar mirarlo, Anakin Skywalker era bastante impresionante para tu criterio. Habiendo terminado la misión que les habían asignado, volvieron a la base con su equipo claramente satisfechos y aliviados. Y aunque tu cara no lo demostraba, tú también lo estabas.  La misión fue más simple de lo que habías imaginado, recuperar terreno conquistado por los Separatistas rara vez resultaba ser una tarea fácil; sin embargo, las habilidades de Anakin y su padawan, Ahsoka Tano superaron tus expectativas. Claro que muchos chismeaban sobre las habilidades del Jedi, y también mucho habías escuchado en los pasillos, su trabajo era claro y admirabas su manera espontánea de actuar. Reprimiste el sentimiento de envidia que creció en tu pecho volviendo tu vista al frente en cuanto pusieron un pie en la base. Seguida por tu equipo te paraste al escuchar la voz de uno de los soldados. 

“Nosotros iremos por un descanso, ¿está bien?”, el clon principal preguntó haciendo que te des la vuelta. 

—Claro, descansen—cediste. Los clones asintieron yéndose. Fue ahí cuando Anakin bajó con su equipo, exclamando que podían ir a descansar. Lo miraste brevemente antes de desviar la mirada—Hiciste un buen trabajo, Skywalker. 

Él sonrió, poniendo su mano en su cuello. 

—No hace falta ser tan profesional, ¿Vas a descansar?—el pelo del Jedi estaba desordenado, sin embargo seguía viéndose atractivo. 

—No, probablemente asista a otra misión—juntando las manos por delante, te sentiste confundida ante las cejas fruncidas del jedi—¿Algo está mal, Skywalker?

—Bueno… No creo que sea bueno haces repetidas misiones sin tiempo de descanso—Anakin contestó ladeando la cabeza, no agregaste nada sintiendo sorpresa por sus palabras, desde que la guerra había comenzado tu descanso era inexistente en tu calendario—Yo tengo un descanso de tres días, ¿porque no me acompaña? 

Retrocediste medio paso, con la mandíbula ligeramente suelta se recompuso rápidamente, aceptando sin seguridad en su decisión. En realidad, varios de los maestros se aliviaron al escuchar tu pedido de descanso, parece que ya tenían en mente obligarte a descansar si no reconocias tus límites. 

Anakin y tú volvieron al Templo, cada uno volviendo a su habitación; no te habías sentido particularmente cansada, sin embargo cuando apoyaste tu espalda en el colchón pensando que no ibas a poder dormir por el sol entrando en la ventana, caíste dormida inmediatamente. 

De tu sueño profundo fuiste despertada por unos golpes en la puerta, te paraste desorientada por la desaparición de la luz y como pasó que dormiste tanto. 

—¿t/n?—la voz detrás de la puerta lo empeoró, abriéndola acomodaste tu visión con la poca iluminación que había en el pasillo. 

—¿Skywalker? ¿Qué haces aquí? ¿Qué hora es?—frotandote los ojos las preguntas salieron sin parar.

—Tranquila, no pensé que seguías dormida—Anakin se rió—Es tarde, casi medianoche.

Tus ojos se enfocaron en sus expresiones, buscando cualquier signo de que estuviera mintiendo, sin embargo no la encontraste y te costó creer que hubieras dormido doce horas seguidas. 

—¿Sucedió algo? ¿Hay una nueva misión en la que me requieran?

Anakin no contestó por un segundo, fijando su mirada en ti, luego se rió despreocupadamente sosteniéndose la frente. 

—Vaya que eres una adicta al trabajo—se acercó—No pasó nada, simplemente mi maestro me dijo que no te vio en la cena de hoy así que pensé que ahora tendrías hambre. 

Si, si tenías hambre, lo notaste apenas te incorporaste de la cama.

—¿A esta hora?—bajaste la mirada ocultando tu sonrisa—Por algo hay horarios en el templo, Jedi Skywalker. Incluso los padawan saben que si piden comida a medianoche, los cocineros los tirarán por la primera ventana disponible.

Estabas por cerrar la puerta, cuando Anakin te detuvo con sus ojos encontrándose. 

—¿Quién dijo que íbamos a comer en el Templo?

Fue asi como terminaste en un restaurante fuera de la parte central de Coruscant, siendo un lugar colorido y bien concurrido a pesar de la hora. No conocías nada del menú, así que dejaste que Anakin eligiera por ti, el lugar era desconocido pero resultaba ser cómodo. 

—Te prometo que te gustará, es picante pero tampoco es tan fuerte—Anakin sonrió apoyando su codo en la mesa, los platos de comida caliente se posaban frente a ustedes y con vacilación probaste la comida. El sabor se extendió rápidamente por tu lengua, diferente a cualquier otra cosa que hayas podido comer en el Templo. Anakin apretó los labios ocultando una sonrisa antes de morder—¿Siempre trabajas tanto?

Paraste de comer apoyando el tenedor.

—Claro, hay muchas cosas que hacer—suspiraste—Prefiero terminar las misiones rápido para poder empezar la siguiente, los Separatistas ganan terreno a un alto rendimiento, no podemos permitirlos avanzar. 

—Sin embargo no eres la única Jedi que puede hacer esos trabajos—se inclinó sobre la mesa, sus ojos celestes te penetraron—Si quieres rendir mejor, deberías descansar. Es necesario, además si te sientes sola, siempre podríamos pasar los descansos aquí si te gusta. 

Las palabras se fueron de tu boca, calentando tu cuello y un corazón latiente. 

—...La mayoría de personas me encuentra intimidante, tú lo sabes. 

Anakin rió.

—Puedo ver eso, pero lo que sea que encuentren intimidante, yo lo encuentro encantador. 

Avergonzada, y terriblemente preocupada por la velocidad con la que tu pecho latía, te paraste de la mesa. Skywalker estaba desmoronando las paredes a tu alrededor, y una pregunta se poso en tu cabeza, ¿era solo admiración lo que sentías por él?

Night Routine

hii could you write something about lewis very fluffy?? idk like their morning together or their night routine 🤍 from @prttylight 

lewis hamilton x gf!reader

The intoxicating smell of fresh herbs blending together for dinner greets Lewis as he arrives home after a long day of meetings. Shrugging off his coat, he rounds the hallway corner, stopping to lean against the entryway and watching you.

You are unaware of his presence, having missed the sound of the door opening and closing, too busy listening to a podcast while making soup for dinner. He watches you for a bit before coming up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and startling you.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he says, pressing a kiss against your temple.

“Hi, Lew,” you reply, turning to smile up at him. “How was your day?”

“Busy,” he answers simply. “How was yours?”

You shrug, turning back to the pot in front of you. “Productive, for the most part.”

“Good,” he mumbles against your neck, not wanting to let go. Lewis is a very clingy man, especially behind closed doors.

“Why don’t you go change? Dinner will be ready when you’re back,” you suggest, and he reluctantly lets go, heading into the bedroom.

He returns just as you’re ladling the soup into bowls and setting them on the table.

As Lewis sits down, you can’t help but notice how his eyes light up at the sight of the steaming bowls in front of him. He reaches for your hand across the table, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“This looks amazing, love. Thank you,” he says, his voice warm with appreciation.

You smile back, feeling a flutter in your chest at his words. “You’re welcome. I hope you like it.”

As you both begin to eat, Lewis tells you more about his day, the meetings he had, and the plans for the upcoming race weekend. You listen intently, offering words of encouragement and support. It’s these quiet moments together that you cherish the most, away from the cameras and the public eye.

After dinner, Lewis insists on doing the dishes, shooing you away to relax. You curl up on the couch with a book but find yourself watching him instead, admiring the focus and concentration he has for something so simple. Your eyes trail from his face to his toned body, and you get lost in the view, only pulled back to reality when you hear him clear his throat.

“You’re staring,” he muses, and you smirk.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you tease, and he lets out a small laugh.

He grabs his own book off the shelf and joins you in the living room. You sit up to make space for him, and he pulls a pillow onto his lap so you can lie back down comfortably.

He interrupts your reading every so often to tell you about something interesting he’s come across, and you’re amused by how excited he gets. Once it gets later in the night, you yawn, and Lewis immediately closes his book.

“Shower, then bed?” he suggests, and you nod sleepily.

You follow him into the bathroom, stripping off your clothes as he gets the shower ready.

The warm water cascades over your bodies as you step into the shower together. Lewis gently massages shampoo into your hair, his fingers working out the tension from the day. You lean into his touch, sighing contentedly.

“Turn around,” he murmurs, and you comply. He begins to wash your back, his strong hands kneading your muscles. You can’t help but let out a soft moan of pleasure.

“Feel good?” he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Mmhmm,” you respond, too relaxed to form words.

After rinsing off, you return the favor, washing Lewis’s back. He closes his eyes, savoring your touch.

Once clean, you both step out of the shower, wrapping yourselves in fluffy towels. Lewis pulls you close, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“I love you,” he whispers, staring deeply into your eyes.

“I love you too, and I love nights like these,” you reply softly.

You dry off and change into comfortable pajamas, Lewis opting for just a pair of sweatpants.

In the bedroom, you climb into bed, immediately snuggling close to Lewis as he wraps an arm around you. He traces lazy patterns on your skin with his fingertips, the gentle touch soothing you toward sleep.

Challenge de Escritura

02. Dias libres

Tambien lo puedes leer en ao3

Naeve, quien era la imagen social de la pareja, era quien más ocupada se encontraba. Reuniones para almuerzos, meriendas y cenas con todo tipo de clases sociales, reuniones para organizar esas reuniones y un sin fin de horas contestando cartas—claro que podría pedirle a alguien más que responda por ella, sin embargo había algo en especial en escribirlas por sí misma que simplemente sin importar el cansancio que tuviera, tomaría la responsabilidad—. 

Kylo, en cambio, pasaba las mañanas preparando estrategias políticas y económicas, y en las tardes practicaba con su espada. Claro que también tenía sus días llenos de asuntos por resolver, ni hablar de las semanas de expedición o guerra que lo dejaban agotado sin importar cuanto durmiera. 

Por eso, un día libre en la vida de la pareja real era una coincidencia que les aceleraba el corazón. 

Kylo como era costumbre se había despertado a los primeros rayos del Sol, estaba somnoliento y un calor rodeaba su pecho, el cuerpo de Naeve que plácidamente dormía con sus mechones desordenados y una expresión de calma. La amaba tanto que quería besarla, apretarla más y desearle buenos días; sin embargo Naeve era un ser que amaba dormir en las mañanas, y Kylo jamás se atrevería a interrumpirlo incluso si supiera que Naeve tiene responsabilidades a cumplir. 

Hoy era su día libre, el día que Kylo tanto había ansiado desde su último día libre. Nadie tomaría el tiempo con Naeve, solo él. En este dia, seria Kylo y Naeve, tomando té, comiendo masitas y charlando sobre los lugares que podrían conocer en unas vacaciones más largas. 

No había prisa por despertarla, el tiempo de ese dia, era solo de ellos. 

@ Anakin Skywalker × Female!Reader

— english is not my first language; I'm just trying to practice don't pay attencion to this please

⚠️ mentions of rape and violence

tags: angst and a little of confort

Summary: Someone tried to rape reader while Anakin was on a mission, the last thing that the reader wants, is to talk about it. — ao3

Anakin was coming back from a successful mission, joking around with Ashoka about how many droids they destroyed, a normal habit. He was so excited from coming back home that he couldn't suppress his smile; but Obi Wan, who received them, wasn't happy. 

While the others masters looked like always, serious. Obi Wan looked at Anakin with worried eyes. 

" Is something wrong, Master? " Anakin asked, a little disappointed for not seeing you on the platform waiting for him, he wanted to be with you so bad. Stepping far from the others, finally his master answered. 

" Promise me that you are not going to freak out " Obi Wan pursed his lips, while Anakin frowns with a confused look.

" Why? " Anakin tried it to make a smile to hide his bad mood , if he was going to be sent to another long mission, he was not going to be able to bear it. Obi Wan gave him the look—I'm not going to answer until you promise—. " Okay, I promise. What happened? "

Obi Wan sighs before telling him that in the last gathering you showed up trying to hide some bruises on your body, and when Obi Wan interrogated you about it, you only said that it was nothing. Obi Wan couldn't just ignore it, you were a Senator and if you were in some kind of danger, he should inform it.

And he knows that you are close to Anakin, probably more than you should,  seeing how his padawan left barely he ended the sentence, confirmed his thoughts.

In your room, a sweet cup of tea aromatizes while you're reading papers from work. Your clothes hid the bruises on your skin, even though it had been a few days they still hurt when you pressed them. Knowing Anakin was arriving today, the concerning feeling about how you were gonna pass unnoticed makes you wanna throw out. 

Lying to Anakin wasn't one of your favorites activities, at all. However, telling him the reason for your bruises could ruin everything, could make him hate you. And that was the last thing you wanted. 

Even though you spent the last few days figuring out how to deal with this, when Anakin appeared in front of you, you realized that you weren't prepared at all. Getting inside of your room, Anakin didn't hesitate in grabbing your hand and lifting up the sleeve of your dress, watching the bruises of differents colors caused a huge impact on the jedi. You tried to hide them with your other hand but Anakin didn't allow it. 

" Who did this to you? " His eyes full of anger made you swallow, trying to keep calm.

" It's okay, Anakin. It's not a big deal" with a smile you stand up, your heart beat painfully. This was not going to work. 

" It's not okay, and you know it. Tell me who the person is." He wasn't asking, you avoided his touch, feeling that your disgusted skin didn't deserve to be touched for no one you loved. Maybe If you revealed a little of the truth he would let you forget it. 

" I really don't know" 

But Anakin didn't let you get away, trapping you between the desk and his body, your hand covered by his gentle touch made you wanna cry. 

" How did this happen?" He was so close that you could feel his breath, your eyes down revealed that you didn't want to look at him. Nevertheless Anakin wasn't going to give up "Love, how did this happen?" 

Feeling like you were collapsing, your cheek was held by Anakin, you looked up with a miserable expression.

"Can't we just forget about this? I really don't want to talk about it." You wanted Anakin to hold you close enough to wipe the dirt off your body.  He did, he hugged you around your waist and hiding his head on your shoulder.  After a long time, you finally felt safe.

You weren't prepared to relive that night, and Anakin could feel your pain, promising himself that he would find the person who hurt you and pay for It.