Characters: Anakin Skywalker

Pairings: Anakin x Reader

Words: 779

Summary: You think you can handle yourself but Anakin disagrees.

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It was an oddly chilling night, your apartment was dark since you had recently shut all of the lamps off, the only thing lighting the room were the lights of buildings and passing ships outside your window.

You stood up from your spot on the couch and walked towards the large window that reached from the floor to the ceiling.

You gaze out at all the lights, watching carefully. It was so pretty here at night; you couldn't help but admire it. You empty your thoughts so you could enjoy the view; without a problem they become clear - years of practise to thank - sending a peaceful feeling through your body.

You were so caught up in your daze that you didn't hear the loud clanking of Anakin's heavy boots. His atmosphere made your peaceful state disappear as you sensed his overpowering angry state.

"It has come to my attention that you have agreed to attend the Jedi council on there mission to Tatooine." He speaks out in stern voice. You take a deep breathe before turning to face him. His brows were knitted and he held a small glare in his eyes.

"Yes." You simply reply, straightening your back so you stood almost as tall as him.

"You're not going." He states harshly before turning on his heel and marching away from you, headed towards the bedroom the two of you share.

You pick up your feet, preparing to follow behind him quickly as you let the anger bubble up inside of you - something you rarely did.

"Why not, Anakin? You know, I can handle myself." You say once you enter the room to see him sat on your bed - making sure he gets the message clear that you can take care of yourself; he treats you like a child sometimes. "I haven't had much training when it comes to combat but I can fight and my force skills are beyond good." You defend yourself.

"I said you can't go, that's final." He says raising his voice slightly.

"Well, you cannot control my life; if I say I'm going - I'm going." You fight back. You could barely believe he was acting this way, he's known you've gone on missions before and did fine for yourself - what was different this time. Was there something he wasn't telling you?

"You're not strong enough for this; you won't be able to protect yourself." He pauses, running a hand through his hair before standing up. "There are only three other Jedi going, they won't be able to protect you. I don't want you to get hurt."

"Anakin, that's sweet and all but it seems every degrading." You reply, crossing your arms in front of your chest. You notice a slight panic on his face before he speaks again.

"I didn't mean it like that." He defends himself.

You ignore his comment, getting back to what was really important, "I'm strong. I could even beat you in a fight."

"I don't think so." He chuckles shaking his head.

"Yeah?" You retort before moving shiftly to wrap an arm around his head, easily holding him in a headlock.

"Really?" He cries out as he tries to escape your grip. You let him go and he straightens up.

"I wasn't ready." He mumbles and you can't help but smile at him but he rolls his eyes.

"In all seriousness, I really don't think you should go on the mission." He says, almost pleading.

"In all seriousness," You start, mocking his tone, "I really think I should go on the mission." You smirk and he rolls his eyes again, holding back a smile. "What if you come with me?" You question, the idea filling your head. If he feared you would get hurt, this was the perfect solution.

"I don't know." He says and you could tell he was starting to give in.

"Please, Ani." You say, giving him a sad look which causes him to let out a long sigh.

"I can't. I'm sorry and I still can't let you go." He says before turning and planking himself on the bed.

"Why are you so stubborn?" You ask, following his actions and plopping yourself on the bed before turning to face him.

"I don't know." He says lowly, causing you to let out a small laugh. He looks towards you, his eyes examining your smiling face.

"I love you." You whisper, holding his gaze.

"I love you, too." He replies placing a gentle kiss on your nose. "Does that mean you won't go?" He says with a hopeful tone after moments of silence.

"Yes." You reply with a sigh but you know you'll be sneaking off anyway.