《Long Past Dawn | Anakin x Reader》𝟏 𝟕 . 𝐖 𝐨 𝐫 𝐭 𝐡 𝐈 𝐭
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Crisp, cool water rushed through my tangled hair and fell in jagged lines down my back, sending slight chills throughout my body. Although I would've preferred a warm shower, I was grateful to be taking one at all.
After Anakin and I finally made it to the Lurmen village, I was completely shocked that he was being truthful. The Lurmen were real creatures, and they did remember Anakin from the last time he visited this planet. It was lucky enough that we were even slightly close to their village, seeing that we could have crash landed halfway across the planet from them.
When we reached the village, Anakin was able to speak to Tee Watt Kaa, who was the leader of their colony, and his son Wag Too. They were surprised to see him so unexpectedly, considering they hadn't seen each other since the Clone Wars.
As they conversed, Anakin informed them of our unanticipated crash landing, and the events that led up to that. Tee Watt Kaa said that his people forever owe a debt to Anakin because of how he and the others saved them, and what they did for them the last time they were here. Though, he didn't forget to include that we were extremely lucky to have crash landed where we did, seeing as they were the only settlement of Lurmen present on Maridun, and actually really the only settlement at all.
Anakin failed to mention that tiny little fact to me, and I think you can guess how I felt about that. Though, putting all of that aside, I was just happy that we had finally found some help and resources in the midst of all this mess we were in.
That conversation happened a little less than 4 hours ago, and nightfall was now approaching. Tee Watt Kaa and Anakin had agreed that the next day would be the best time to go back to his ship and assess the damage and to make any needed repairs, so he granted us permission to camp at their village for as long as Anakin deemed necessary.
Immediately after that, Anakin sent a transmission to R2 saying that we were safe and we would be back at the ship tomorrow so R2 wouldn't worry. I guess it was kind of sweet of him (if you ask me).
I took a deep breath as I invited in the calmness that was this shower I was taking. The day's sweat, dirt, and stress was finally being washed away and off my body for the first time in what seemed like forever.
After I felt that this long needed rinse was finally complete, I turned off the water and grabbed a towel-like piece of fabric that lay nearby. It was made out of the tall grass that was cleaned and woven together, and somehow, in some magical way, it worked as well as a regular fabric-made towel would.
Everything in the Lurmen village was similar to what I knew back at the temple, but was different in its own little way. For starters, I was offered to take a shower in this new, washroom-like building that resembled a bathroom. The Lurmen wanted to start modernizing their village and appliances, with the thought of keeping everything true to their past in mind.
The shower was made entirely out of wood, and used clean and disinfected rain and pond water that the Lurmen stored. I was hesitant to try and use it at first, because it seemed impossible that this shower would actually function properly. They only had one of these showers in their entire village, and to be honest, I felt as if I was some kind of test subject for their new invention. Though, I was proved otherwise when I finally stepped in.
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The shower was amazing, and I was surprised at how advanced it actually worked. I was willing to try it out because it was either this type of shower, or bathing in a pond where all the villagers always bathed. Obviously, I chose this option. I may have been with the Sith and done some unpleasant things, but I still have my preferences when it comes to cleanliness and such.
As I dried my hair and wiped off the water droplets from my now cleaned body, I walked out of the Lurmen's makeshift shower and made my way to grab some new, freshly cleaned clothes. Wag Too had offered to lend us some clean clothes after seeing how dirty our garments already were, and Anakin and I graciously took him up on that offer.
I put on some tight fitting, brown bottoms and a baggy, short sleeve shirt that only fit snug around my waist because of a single tie that was able to be wrapped around my body. I decided to use my previous shoes and undergarments from before, seeing as the Lurmen didn't have any of those to offer.
I finished cleaning myself up and decided to let my hair air dry itself without doing anything much to it, except combing it through with my fingers to get any lingering tangles out.
As I walked outside the Lurmen's washroom, my attention was immediately brought to the sky above me. Huge, dark and sinister looking clouds were stretched across the sky, slowly rolling in as the rest of the sun was creeping just below the land, marking the beginning of the night.
I walked towards a little hut that Anakin and I were going to be staying in for the night. I hadn't been in there yet, and was a bit nervous to see the layout of the area. I mean, from the outside, it looks seemingly small, so I only hoped that it magically grew more spacious as you walked inside.
As I walked into the hut, my expression immediately dropped. What do you know: one bed.
One small, singular bed lay against one of the walls of the hut, and there was pretty much nothing else.
You've got to be kidding me.
On the bed sat Anakin, now in freshly cleaned clothes as well. I guess he took the 'showering in the pond' route...
"Finally, you're back," Anakin announced, seeming rather annoyed.
God, what was his deal...
"Oh, forgive me for taking my time to relax and shower after the events we just went through," I shot back.
Anakin just gave me a side stare, not really in the mood to argue. To be honest, neither was I. I just wanted to finally get some rest because I was extremely exhausted.
I made my way towards the bed next to Anakin, though he Immediately spoke up.
"You take the bed, and I'll sleep on the floor. Wag Too gave me some extra blankets and pillows."
I shot Anakin a look. Yes, we were definitely getting on each other's nerves a lot the past couple of hours, but I wasn't just going to let him sleep on the cold, hard floor. That's just rude.
"Don't be stupid, sleep in the bed," I uttered back, even though I knew there was going to be more tension this way.
Anakin stared at me for a moment, waiting for extra confirmation. I nodded slightly, and he sighed, picking up the blankets and laying them to the side of the bed seeing as there was already some on it.
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As we both got into the bed, I noticed Anakin's semi dry hair, with the tips being still slightly wet from his "pond shower." It was hard to see him due to how little light there was in the hut, only 3 small little lanterns sat in three areas of the hut.
Surely enough, we both laid our wet haired heads down onto some makeshift pillows the Wag Too gave us, and stared at the ceiling of the hut.
A minute went by as a thick silence filled the air, only the sounds of distant thunder audible.
Should I say something...
I contemplated speaking, hoping to ease the tension before we both drifted off into a (hopefully) restful slumber.
What to say... what to say...
"How was your pond shower?" I finally spoke.
POND SHOWER? WHAT?
"Uh- it was- good?" Anakin responded, sounding slightly confused at my random question.
"Good- good," I uttered back.
God, why are you so awkward.
"So... what's the plan for tomorrow-"
"Honestly, y/n, I'm exhausted, and I just want to go to sleep," Anakin quickly cut me off.
I sighed. So much for small talk. "Right-"
"I'm sorry, that came out rude," Anakin cut me off again, now directing his gaze from the ceiling to me. "I'm just really tired, and I know you are too. We'll figure out tomorrow's plans tomorrow, okay?"
I now diverted my gaze to him as well. "Okay," I said lowly.
Anakin gave me a small smile, one that seemed confusing and unsure (for some reason), and turned so that his back now faced me. I let out a deep breath, and turned so my back was facing him as well.
I laid on my side, feeling the comfort of the bed and pillow seep into my aching, tired body. I finally let my muscles relax as I felt my mind becoming blank, and my eyes becoming extremely heavy...
Quiet groans and heavy breathing woke me up from the deep sleep I was in. I quickly shot upwards in the bed, not knowing who was here or what was going on.
In a small crack of the hut, I was able to see the outside. It must have been the middle of the night because it looked completely dark out.
Suddenly, I saw Anakin heavily breathing, mumbling something quietly.
"Mom- no- please- stay with me- mom..."
He was having another nightmare.
Hearing Anakin's voice slowly broke my heart. He sounded full of pain and misery, one I can't even begin to describe.
I never knew Anakin's mother, but I assumed something happened with her. Something bad. And so I made the conscious decision to wake him up.
"Anakin-" I spoke quietly, placing one of my hands on his arm. "Anakin- wake up-"
Doing this only caused Anakin's groans and heavy breathing to grow louder.
"Anakin-" I spoke louder, shaking him a little. "Wake up- you're having a nightmare-"
Suddenly, Anakin shot up from where he laid, heavily breathing and full of sweat. He placed both of his hands down next to him, holding himself somewhat upwards as he looked around the room.
"Are you okay?" I immediately asked. "You were having a nightmare and I- I didn't know what to do-"
"I'm fine," Anakin spoke swiftly, still breathing heavily .
I was surprised by his immediate attitude towards me. Did I somehow do something wrong by waking him up? From a nightmare?
"Are- are you sure? You seemed really stressed, and in pain-"
"I said I'm fine," Anakin seized, now looking directly at me.
Don't get mad... don't get mad... he just had a nightmare...
"Just talk to me, Anakin. You obviously aren't alright," I spoke again, now more assertively yet still calm.
"God, would you just stop it!" Anakin practically yelled. Immediately, he threw the covers off of him, stood up from the bed, and stormed out of the hut.
What. Just. Happened.
After that, I immediately got up as well. He is NOT about to just walk out on me trying to HELP him out...
I was about to storm out of the hut as well until I realized that it was now pouring rain. Guess the storm finally made it through.
"Anakin!" I yelled out from the covering of the hut. No answer. Is he really about to make me follow him into torrential downpour...
"Anakin!?" I yelled out once more. I swear, he is NOT this dramatic...
Though it was dark out, my eyes were finally able to adjust to the outside area; here, I saw Anakin continuing to walk away from me, though only a few feet from our hut.
Yes, I could have let him have his moody little temper tantrum and gone back to sleep, but something about this felt different. The last two days, Anakin has been a complete jerk to me for no reason at all. I get it, he has gone through a lot recently, but so have I. I wanted- no- needed to know why he was acting so rudely towards me.
If he was going to continue to angrily explode at me every time he got frustrated, then I deserved to have my little moment with him too.
Oh, the things I do for you, Anakin Skywalker.
Following him out into the rain, I shivered as the large droplets hit my recently dried hair.
"Anakin- stop!" I yelled out to him as I ran towards him.
Ignoring me, he kept on walking.
"Where are you even going?" I yelled out again
"I don't know!" he finally responded, still walking away from me.
"Are you serious right now!?" I yelled once more, anger evident in my voice. Now, I was mad.
Finally, Anakin stopped and turned around quickly, anger and hurt plastered across his wet face.
"All I've done this entire time was try to help you, and you continue to treat me like absolute shit!" I started letting my anger out loudly, not caring who or what heard me.
Anakin scoffed as he looked to the side, shaking his head. I know he is NOT the one in disbelief right now...
"Are you going to say anything?" I questioned as he continued to stay silent.
Finally, Anakin spoke up. "Yea- stop following me!" he yelled back.
Now he's done it.
"No!" I yelled back. "You do not get to keep treating me this way for no reason at all!"
"God, you are just so frustrating! Why can't you just let me be alone!" he retorted back.
I scoffed at his sentence. This was unbelievable...
"I have tried to help you countless times, and all you do is explode right in my face!" I yelled back. "I sit here, worrying about you- no- caring about you- and you still won't even try to tell me what's going on with you- and I've HAD it! Either you start respecting me more and treating me better or- or I'll leave!"
Anakin stared at me with a new shocked expression as I finally let all of my anger out towards him.
I breathed heavily, trying to catch my breath from all of the yelling I just did. Bet he didn't expect that to happen...
The rain was now the only sound audible to the both of us as none of us spoke.
For a moment there, I thought maybe- just maybe- I would be able to get an explanation, or even an apology out of him, but nothing. He just stood there, staring at me with a shocked expression, as I awaited his response.
Seeing as this was a waste of my time, I shook my head.
"God- this was so stupid- to think that I even cared about you-"
Suddenly, as if the stars had aligned, Anakin ran towards me. He grabbed my face with both of his hands as I was turning around, and pulled me into a kiss.
At first, I was shocked. I didn't know what he was doing or what was going on. Though, I melted into his kiss voluntarily, and for some strange reason, everything felt right.
I knew there was tension between us, but I just didn't understand why or what it was. But now I know.
Our lips stayed in this embrace for a few seconds more as rain fell between our faces, Anakin's soaking wet hair falling in front of his eyes as mine dripped onto my arms.
As Anakin pulled away from the kiss, he stared at me for a moment, my face still in his hands. I could see unsureness in his face as he started to regret what he had just done, not knowing if my feelings resembled his.
I stared at him, and in that moment I knew: this was what I wanted.
I wanted him. I may not have exactly known it, or maybe I was just suppressing my true emotions down within me, but now they were all resurfacing, and I knew this is what I wanted.
I wanted him.
At that moment, I grabbed Anakin's face as well, and resealed our kiss.
Passion filled our lips as we dove into each other's embrace, and I felt Anakin smile in the midst of our kiss.
Everything had felt so confusing recently: him and I, the events that we endured, how we felt about each other. Though, all of those thoughts and uncertainties melted away as we let ourselves be vulnerable with each other for the first real time.
All I was focused on was Anakin. And at this moment, that's all I wanted to be focused on.
It all made sense now: the anger, the frustration, the constant tension.
It all made complete sense now...
And boy, was it all worth it.
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