17 BBY
Onboard their unbelievably fast hunk of junk, better known as the Millennium Falcon, (Y/N) and Fives have managed to stay hidden for two years. The Empire still is not aware that either of them is alive, and it needs to stay that way. Their secrecy is their survival.
(Y/N) is awoken from her dreams of hope by the itchy, unsettling feeling of something brushing against her nose. She opens her heavy eyes to reveal a strangely familiar sight. Flying above her face is three glowing blue butterflies.
She experiences painful dreams every night. Most of the time, her mind is plagued by nightmares of Mustafar and the evil her love had turned into. On other nights, her mind is haunted by visions of the life she could have had. Those dreams bring back the memory of the one she loved, and they're almost enough to spark hope into her heart.
Strangely enough, she sees these butterflies whenever she has a dream about the light side of the man she used to love. That's the only time they ever appear, and she can confidently say she has not encountered them outside of her ship.
While their origin is a mystery, she cannot deny the comforting feeling they bring her. Somehow, they make her heart feel less broken, and her soul more at peace. They're like a beacon of hope through the darkest time of her life.
"How in the universe do butterflies even get inside this ship?" (Y/N) groans, assuming Fives is still in the bunk below her.
When no answer comes, (Y/N) forces herself out of the top bunk in the quarters she and Fives share. When she gets to the bottom, she realises her brother is no longer in the space with her. Given that they're travelling through the galaxy on the same ship, he could not have gone far.
She slowly changes into her usual attire before leaving the emptiness of the quarters. There was a time in her life when she loved lounging around in her bed all day. During these times, she is desperate for any sort of distraction from her feelings.
(Y/N) makes her way through the empty ship, doing her best to clear her mind. The further her mind gets from her dreams, the more the butterflies seem to fade. Their presence is something she cannot explain, nor can she understand.
When she reaches the cockpit, she sees that Fives has set the ship onto a new course. The two of them had not discussed where their newest destination would be, which indicates that something must have come up.
"Where are we heading?" She asks, sitting down in the co-pilot seat beside him.
"Coruscant," Fives replies, not allowing his eyes to meet hers.
(Y/N)'s heart almost stops beating. She hasn't stepped foot on the planet since Order 66, and up until this very moment, she had planned to avoid Coruscant for the rest of her life.
"Why?" She croaks.
"We received an encrypted message. Someone in the lower levels is looking for the owner of the Millennium Falcon," Fives explains.
"Then shouldn't we be ignoring it?" (Y/N) asks.
Her question seems logical, and it is. (Y/N) and Fives are both supposed to be dead. They've worked too hard to remain hidden for these past two years. By actively seeking out the person who sent this strange transmission, they are essentially giving up their lives.
"We need to see who it is. Someone could need our help," Fives says, showing her that his heart is still pure despite the galaxy's darkness.
"Unless it's The Empire," (Y/N) shudders.
(Y/N) had lost almost everyone she had ever loved during the formation of The Empire. Since that awful day, she knows countless other Jedi would have lost their lives.
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Ghost Of Me - Anakin Skywalker x Reader (BOOK 2)
FanfictionThe sequel to 'Ghost Of You' - Anakin Skywalker x Reader "If you ever miss me, look at the Sun. Focus on its warmth and the hope it brings, and use that as a sign that you will find me." - I DO NOT OWN STAR WARS -