𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙠𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

• a stupendous delight of cosmic measures •

You put down your phone and sighed before laying back on your bed, resting your head on your pillow. A soft smile grew on your lips as you replayed scenes of him in your head, and your eyes closed as you let your imagination control you.

You fell into an enchanting daydream, which was common. Thoughts of his arms wrapped tightly around you as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, his fingers running through your hair as he told you how pretty you were.

Just then, you heard a noise. You tried not to lose your train of thought as it was just getting good, but it was too loud for you to ignore it. Opening your eyes, you realised the sound was coming from your window. You looked over to see a hooded man dressed in black climbing into your room, and all but screamed as you sat up, your heart jolting.

He held out his hands in surrender, "Shh, it's fine!" He promised, before taking off his hood.

You were filled with pure shock. Gasping, you stood from your bed. "A-Anakin? Anakin Skywalker?"

He eyes lit up in pleasant suprise. "You know me?"

"This is crazy, I think I'm gonna vomit," You said while holding your hand to your chest. "My daydreams have never been this vivid."

"Daydreams?" He asked with a frown before taking a step closer to you and cupping your face, "Darling, this is real life."

You definitely felt his hand which proved that what he was saying was true. "But... that's impossible. Star Wars isn't real- you're not real!"

Anakin pouted slightly, taking his hand off your face. "That's not very nice. I'm just as real as you."

"Prove it," You whispered with wide eyes.

He held his hand up and you watched as he made your candle float, making it dance around your room before it landed back on your desk. Raising an eyebrow, he smirked. "Do you believe me yet?"

You let out an incredulous laugh as you stood in disbelief. "If you are real, why are you here? In my room?"

Anakin took your hand in his, as you felt the strength of his mechanic hand slightly squeeze your palm. "I felt your yearning, Princess. I couldn't ignore it."

"Princess?" You asked with a raised eyebrow. "Princess of what, exactly?"

"Princess Y/N of Earth, of course," He explained, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Although, I heard your father downstairs calling himself the King of Barbecue?"

Holding back a snort, you nodded. "Uh, Barbecue is a dwarf planet nearby. We invaded and conquered it recently."

His eyes widened, "Ah, I see. You're a very capable planet, then."

"Oh, definitely," You agreed with a smile. "Senator Hot-Dog and General Shrimp put up a tough fight, but they got burnt in the end."

"Burnt?" Anakin asked, a glint of fear in his eyes.

"It's just a phrase," You said, waving it off. "Anyway, what was it you said about my yearning...?"

His features softened as he grabbed your hands and looked down at you. "I sensed your desire from millions of miles away. For years now, I have felt your calling, but I never realised what it was. I'd have dreams, I'd catch fleeting glances of your eyes and hair, but I was never blessed with the full picture. But then, our connection grew stronger. I felt a magnetic pull to you, and I couldn't ignore it anymore. I had to find you."

You glanced over to your phone with a sheepish look. You had just finished reading an especially detailed imagine, which explained the intense desire Anakin sensed. "Right. You may not believe me, but I've dreamt of you for years, too."