𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙠𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

• own you •

warning: the actions of the characters in this imagine are incredibly toxic. they will also be normalized and romanticized; this does not in any way reflect my actual thoughts on their behavior. it's just for fun! 

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Lost.

That was the only word Anakin could have used to describe himself whenever he saw you. Just the sight of you had such a deep effect on him, that the person he thought he was had become lost. 

Nothing else mattered. How could it? You were you, and you were everything. 

It started off innocently. 

You were a newly hired mechanic, but you weren't like the other starry-eyed recruits filled with excitement to be working for the Jedi Order. No, you were different. To you, it was a job as bland as any other; a place that required you to exert effort in order to put food in your stomach and clothes on your back. Why would you need to show any further gratitude or honor when most of your day was spent working for them? 

He first spotted you after a failed mission. Begrudgingly, he stomped off his starfighter, his shoulders slumped and his head down. 

"Damage?"

That was the first word he heard from your mouth. And with such a sweet voice was the crass word spoken. 

His head immediately lifted up and when he saw you, he was speechless. It wasn't just the sheer beauty of the thing before him, but the feeling that seeing you had embellished him in. This wasn't just attraction. This was deeper. This was need. Want. 

"Sir?" You asked with a raised eyebrow when he didn't respond straight away. "The engines? Exterior? Interior? Any damage to your ship?"

Usually, after such a disaster of a mission, he'd roll his eyes and spit, 'Isn't it your job to find out?', but how could he have ever spoken to you with such disdain? Using a malicious tone would be like cutting you, and seeing such a pretty thing bleed would surely wreck his heart. So he just shook his head, unable to mumble a single word, and left the hangar. 

He spent the night filled with regret, and vowed to never again squander a chance to hold your, most valuable, attention. 

From then on, you sat on a permanent throne in his mind. No matter what he was doing, you were always there, like a mark unwilling to be erased. People would engage him in conversation, and he'd wonder whether or not they had spoken to you. Would you have enjoyed talking about upcoming missions with Obi-Wan? Would you have been enthralled by the Clones' conspiracies about the imminent war? Would you have been eager to discuss the healing properties of the Star urchin quill with Nurse Fheido? 

There was so much he didn't know about you. So it only made sense for him to find out.

Asking you firsthand would be foolish. He couldn't predict your reaction and it may not have been welcoming, seeing as you always seemed intensely drawn into your work. No, asking you firsthand wasn't an option. Anakin would have to learn how to paint the picture of you through other means. 

It was rare that he'd have the opportunity to read your mind. Others, though, were conveniently available. He'd scan your colleagues' minds until one of their thoughts mentioned you, making his heart jolt. He found out that you weren't very talkative, and you were apparently closed off to them.

This made him smile.

You weren't easy to crack, which would make it all the more special when he won you. Your heart and mind were guarded, and he knew that he had the power and potential to own you.