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anakin skywalker x reader
tw ; nothing, just pure fluff
a/n ; AFTER 700 YEARS OF TRYING TO POST THIS, IT WORKED 😭😭 BUT ANYWAYS, i loved this prompt so SO much !! i was literally going to write something for this so i was so excited when i saw u requested this 🤩for anyone who's waiting on their request, i promise i'm working on them !! enjoy, angels <3
THE NIGHT HAD SETTLED LIKE A QUIET BLANKET OVER CORUSCANT. It was the kind of cold that seeped into every corner of the bedroom despite the hum of the heater. Outside, the city glowed faintly, the lights casting a hazy reflection on the large, fogged-up windows. But inside, the world was smaller, softer—a sanctuary where warmth existed in the form of tangled limbs and whispered words.
Anakin emerged from the bathroom, a billow of steam following him like he’d walked straight out of the sun. His damp curls stuck to his forehead, and his skin glowed pink, flushed from the borderline scalding shower he insisted on taking every single time. Yet, as he padded barefoot across the room, he was already hugging his black, lounge robe to him tighter, a pout forming on his lips.
"It's so cold," he muttered dramatically, collapsing onto the bed with a sigh as if he’d just returned from a harrowing battle in the Outer Rim—which, well, he had.
You glanced at him, barely holding back a smile. "Anakin, you were in there for almost half an hour. I’m pretty sure you evaporated half the planet’s water supply. How are you still cold?"
He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, with an exaggerated groan, he burrowed under the duvet, pulling it over his head in one swift motion. Only his eyes peeked out, glinting like little pools of mischief and complaint.
He then turned his head toward you, his pout visible even beneath the layers of blankets. "The galaxy is cruel," he muttered, as if the cold itself was some personal offense against him.
"You’re ridiculous," you teased, shaking your head as you turned back to what you were doing. But before you could take another step, a hand shot out from under the duvet—warm, surprisingly strong—and wrapped around your wrist.
"Don’t you dare," he said, his voice muffled but insistent. In one quick movement, he pulled you onto the bed, wrapping the blanket around you both like you were part of his personal plan to survive the cold.
"Anakin!" You yelped, laughing as you were unceremoniously bundled into his cocoon of warmth.
"Shhh," he whispered as his lips curved up at the corners, already pulling you closer. His arms wrapped around you like you were the only source of heat in the galaxy, his face pressing into the crook of your neck. "You’re warm. Stay here."
His curls tickled your cheek as he buried himself further against you, his body clinging to yours like a loth-cat determined to find the coziest spot in the galaxy. You could feel his breath against your skin, warm and steady, and his sigh of contentment made your chest ache with affection.
"You know," you murmured, your fingers threading gently through his still-damp hair, "you could try wearing a shirt, or maybe putting on some socks. Normal people solutions, you know?"
He tilted his head up to look at you, his blue eyes sparkling with teasing and something infinitely softer. "A shirt can’t hug me back," he said simply, his lips curling into that lopsided smirk that never failed to make your heart skip. "And socks don’t kiss me goodnight."
Your cheeks burned hotter than the heater you’d accused him of overusing, but before you could respond, he tightened his hold on you, pulling you so close you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your chest—like he’s scared you’d disappear if he didn’t. "You’re the only warmth I need," he murmured, his voice so soft it felt like a secret.
The way he clung to you was something you’d never get used to—not out of awkwardness, but out of the sheer intensity of it. His affection for you felt like it bordered on reverence, as if you were the only thing tethering him to the world when everything else spun too fast—and if only you knew that was exactly the case.
The intensity of his affection never ceased to take your breath away. In his arms, the galaxy seemed smaller, quieter, like nothing could reach you here. You traced your fingers lightly along his bare back, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath your touch.
"Honestly, you’re impossible," you whispered, though your words carried no real complaint.
"And you’re perfect," he countered immediately, his voice muffled as he pressed a gentle kiss to your collarbone. "I mean it. You’re my sun. My own personal heater."
You laughed softly, shaking your head at his dramatics, but the warmth in your chest was undeniable. "I won’t run away if you let your grip loosen a little, you know." You teased gently, massaging his back lightly.
He hummed, his breath fanning over your skin as he nuzzled closer. "Good," he said, his voice already thick with sleep. "Because I’m keeping you forever."
"Forever sounds nice," you murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, his thick lashes fluttering closed from the action.
Outside, the cold night carried on, but it didn’t matter. The world beyond your little cocoon could have been as frozen as Hoth, and you wouldn’t have noticed.
Anakin’s breathing slowed, his body fully relaxing against yours as sleep began to overtake him. Even in his sleep, his arms remained locked around you, holding you close like the warmth of your presence was the only thing keeping him grounded to the moment.
You brushed a stray curl from his face, and held him just a little tighter. And as you closed your eyes, feeling the steady beat of his heart against yours, you couldn’t help but smile.
Anakin Skywalker might hate the cold, but you secretly loved how it made him cling to you like this—soft, vulnerable, and entirely yours.
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