The Tale of a Beautiful Tragedy || Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Chapter Eighty-Six •

I feel like last chapter I stabbed y'all in the heart and for this one, I'm just gonna twist it a little bit, cause I'm evil ❤️

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Anakin's POV
"Go ahead and press the button," I encouraged Luke, who had just placed the droid we had carefully assembled onto the workbench, its final tweaks finished. The air was thick with anticipation, a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling around us as we stood in the dimly lit room, surrounded by tools and spare parts that bore witness to our long hours of labor.

With a concerned expression, he nodded, his brow furrowing slightly as he reached for the activation switch. The moment felt monumental, as if we were on the brink of unveiling a masterpiece. He hesitated for just a second, glancing at me for reassurance, before he activated the droid. With a soft beep, the droid sprang to life, shaking itself as if it had just stepped out of a shower. The lights on its chassis flickered to life, casting a warm glow in the otherwise shadowy room. "I never thought I'd be able to put a droid back together after taking it apart completely," he said, his voice filled with awe and disbelief.

"Let's be honest, I did most of the work; you just helped a little," I joked, giving him a friendly pat on the back.

He shot me a quick, playful glare, his eyes narrowing in mock indignation. "Excuse me, I was the one who figured out how to reattach the power core without frying the circuits." he retorted, crossing his arms defiantly.

"I'm just kidding. You did great for your first time, you're basically a natural," I replied with pride as I placed a few of my tools back into a drawer.

The droid, now fully operational, began to move around the workbench, its servos whirring softly as it explored its surroundings. It approached us slowly and tilted its head, "It's kind of cute." Luke said, tapping its head as if it were an animal.

"He's a menace," I let out a tired sigh as I raised my comlink to my arm, getting ready to send a message to the frantic owner who had brought this little troublemaker to me, tears streaming down their face. "He's made my bench his home because he has a talent for finding trouble, including a near-fatal run-in with a rancor that he swore he could take on his own." Small droids are much like overly enthusiastic pups, convinced of their own strength. "He's ready," I sent the message, and now we wait. I knew he would arrive quickly; he had been nagging me to finish this for a week now.

"Thanks for this," Luke exhaled, a smile still on his face. "I really needed a distraction."

I crossed my arms and leaned back against the bench, my eyes locked on him. The droid, ever curious, hopped onto my shoulder, its mechanical gaze fixed on Luke before it began to burrow into my hair—an action I chose to ignore. "Do you want to talk about it now that you've had a moment to calm down?"

He leaned against the wall, mirroring my crossed arms. "Not really, it was just some personal stuff. What set me off was Devon's comments to me about it."

I narrowed my eyes. "Devon? As in he was sitting and having breakfast with you two?" I hadn't noticed him there, but I hadn't been paying much attention to anyone other than her and Luke either.