You couldn't understand for the life of you why he'd choose to join the Night's Watch, it was basically a death sentence. You couldn't lie to yourself, he did have a point about how being a bastard meant nothing when you took the black.
As comfortable as the beds were in the north, sleep evaded you. All you could think of was your conversation with Jon, how he challenged everything you said without hesitation. Perhaps it was his northern upbringing that made him so blunt, as much as it shocked you, you found it quite refreshing to hear someone state their actual opinions and not cater to every word you spoke. You couldn’t help but wonder if you were truly expecting too much from someone who was virtually a stranger to you.
You tossed and turned before deciding to leave your bed chambers despite how cold the castle was. You felt your feet grow numb after each step you took on the stone floor. You weren't even sure where to go, the layout of the castle completely unfamiliar to you. The freezing cold of the north was nothing like you had ever experienced, there seemed to be no way of fighting it off, no matter how many layers you put on. It made your bones ache the way the cold air ate through your thin silk nightgown. Not only was it cold, but Gods, was it dark, you could barely see what was in front of you. The moonlight helped in no way as you barreled into a small figure in front of you.
"owww," the small figure yelped as you stumbled onto the hard floor.
"I am so very sorry." You got on your knees, searching for whoever you had knocked into. "It's so dark in here. Are you ok?" You reached your arms out, making an attempt to reach out to the person.
"I think so..." they mumbled, your hands finally finding them. You gave their shoulder small rub before helping them up to the best of your abilities.
"What is your name? I am not familiar with your voice," You smiled, not realizing the child couldn't even see your face.
"...Rickon" He said quietly, you could hear the hesitation in his voice, almost like he as scared to tell you who he was.
"Ah, the youngest Stark, hm?" You hummed, "Well Rickon, do you know somewhere with some light?"
"Yes," He said softly, taking your hand from his shoulder and leading you to God knows where.
Eventually, you were led to a room with a soft amber glow illuminating the space around you. You could finally see the little boy who had led you there, his loose curls bouncing with every step he took. After taking a quick look around, you had put together that the two of you were in the castles kitchen.
"Do you have a place like this in Kingslanding?" Rickon asked looking up at you.
"A kitchen...? Well, of course we do. Although I can't say that I've been inside of it before." You shrugged, playing with some of the flour on the stone counter.
"Oh..." He said softly before perking up, "Arya and me sometimes go here and eat out of the sugar bags," He grinned.
"Sugar bags? That's quite the mischievous act, is it not?" You raised an eyebrow, causing the little boy to giggle. "Speaking of mischievous acts, it's a very late hour of the night. What were you doing up?" You leaned down to be on the same level as him. You could tell he didn't want to tell you by his sudden meekness. "It's ok, you can tell me," You offered a gentel smile.
"I had a bad dream. I wanted to go to Robb or Jon," He whimpered, most likely reliving whatever bad dream was haunting him.
"If it'll make you feel better, I can take you to one of their chambers." You suggested. "I just need you to show me the way,"
"Ok," He said quietly before once again grabbing your hand, leading you around the castle.
"Whose chambers are closest,' You whispered, trying not to wake anyone up.
"Uh- Jons, I think," He matched your volume. Thankfully, the darkness of the castle hid the subtle smile that grew on your face at the mention of Jon. Of course you were still frustrated with him, yet the chance of an interaction with him ignited a burning sensation within you.
After the collection of turns throughout the castle, Rickon finally led you to Jon's chambers. You gave the wooden door a strong knock, mentally preparing yourself to come face to face with him. You even caught yourself almost posing, making sure your posture was straight and keeping your nose turned up. Much to your dismay, the lack of response on the other side of the door made you knock even more firmly than the last, almost hurting your knuckles in the process. This time you could hear the lock on the other side finally click, opening the door. You were taken aback at the sight of Robb Stark standing opposite you, the fire behind him illuminating his face for you. His blue eyes almost paralyzed you; they were so different from the dark brown eyes that were Jons.
"Your Grace," He said, attempting not to sound groggy, he to clearly was shocked at the sight of you at his door. You tried to ignore the fact that he was shirtless as you tried to regain your train of thought. You realized that Rickon never said that the two of you were going to Jons chambers, just that it was closer.
"I- I um... Rickon here had the bad dream," You looked at the ceiling, giving the small boy a pat on the shoulder. You heard Robb let out a groan before shaking his head at Rickon.
"You cannot do this every time you have a nightmare," He sighed, causing Rickon to whine. "Come, I'm going to take you back to your chambers, and you are going to sleep," He said sternly, walking towards his bed, grabbing his discarded shirt to slip on. "Let's go," he said, walking past you, Rickon following behind. It had just dawned upon you that you had no idea how to get back to your chambers, afterall Rickon had taken you all around the castle. You hesitated a bit before deciding to just walk beside Robb, silently hoping he'd take you to your chambers after dropping Rickon off.
"Are you having trouble sleeping, your grace?" Robb asked
"I will admit I am, there has been a lot on my mind as of late," You sighed. "I decided to take a late-night stroll before running into this troublemaker." You looked over at Rickon, who let out a snicker.
"Troublemaker is an understatement," He shook his head.
"I believe we were around his age the last time we saw each other. Time truly does fly, does it not?" You smiled to yourself as Robb halted in front of a chamber door, which most likley belonged to Rickon.
"I'm sorry, your grace, but I don't seem to remember us meeting," Robb turned to you giving you a confused look. You couldn’t help but question your own memories, you always remembered playing with a small boy your age in the vale who was clearly a Stark.
"An apology is unneeded, it has been well over ten years after all." You shrugged, waving goodbye to Rickon as he disappeared under the furs on his bed.
"Would you like me to escort you back to your chambers?" He propsed giving you a sense of relief.
“Please,” You smiled with a sheepish look. He returned the look and began to lead you back to your bed.
“How are you liking the north your grace?” He asked.
“Quite a lot actually, it’s different here from Kingslanding, I surly enjoy the people a lot more,” You nodded.
“You’ve already went into Wintertown?” He turned to you
“No actually,” You looked down at your feet. “By people I really just meant your brother,” You breathed out.
“…Rickon?” He gave you an odd look.
“Jon,” You said quickly wanting to clear up any confusion.
“I see, my father did tell me of Jon coming to your assistance.” He said almost in a reluctant tone.
"I would say more than just assistance," You led on.
"How so?"
"He tore my gown open with a blade in order to save me," You said simply. You could tell this competly caught Robb of gaurd at the mention of Jon tearing the gown off of any women let alone a Princess.
"I see..." He said once again, attempting to process what you had just told him.
Before you could open your mouth to further explain yourself Robb came to a stop and gestured to your chambers.
"It is this one is it not?" He turned to you.
"Yes, I remember it had a beautiful carving of a weirwood tree on it," You signed running your finger along the carving on the door.
"Well then, good night, your grace," He gave you a quick bow, walking away from your door.
"Wait, Robb," You whisper-yelled after him, making him turn around quickly.
"Your grace?" He asked
"Call me Y/n, please," You smiled before shutting your door.
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You're late night adventure caused you to sleep in past breakfast, clearly, midnight strolls were not something you could partake in. You yawned as you changed into a proper gown to be seen in before hearing a knock at your door.
"Sansa Stark," You heard a soft voice come through the door,
"Come in," You hummed, watching the door open as you finished tying the back of your gown. Sansa had a beautiful pale purple gown on that she seemingly sewed herself, just as you were about to complment her beautiful hadi work you saw the small wolf trot behind her.
"Oh my!" You beamed, "You must be Lady!"
The wolf slowly approached you, giving you a curious but cautious sniff.
"She is much more friendly than Ghost," Sansa assured, giving a gentle rub on the head.
"Aren't you just the sweetest thing?" you cooed as Lady nuzzled her snout into your arms.
"Did you sleep well your grace?" Sansa asked taking a seat on your unmade bed.
"I cannot lie, but sleep evaded me last night," You sighed scrating the sweet wolf behind the ears.
"How so? I know the beds must not be as comfortable as the one's Kingslanding" She assumed
"I actually, no. The beds here are far more comfortable; the furs are incredibly soft." You explained. "What truly kept me up was your bro- Jon," You corrected yourself.
"Jon? Was he disturbing you," She leaned in.
"Oh Gods no, forgive me for my vagueness, Jon had told me he was thinking of joining the Nightswatch, that is what kept me up," You said, with a dull expression.
"Oh..." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Well, um- breakfast had ended, but I'm sure we can find something for you to eat," she quickly changed the subject.
"No need, I'm not very hungry right now, I'll wait till dinner," You declined standing up.
"If you change your mind, I will make sure there is something prepared for you," She said getting up along with you.
As the two of you exited your chambers, you could tell Sansa had gotten a bit put off at your mention of Jon. The only thing cutting the silence was the sound of Ladys paw steps on the floor.
"I think I will take a walk in the courtyard, from fresh air sounds nice right now," You told Sansa, who looked a bit surprised at your desire to be out in the northern cold.
"I'm going to work on a gown I've been sewing. I'll be in my chambers if you need me." She smiled before walking away, Lady following closley behind her.
As you opened the heavy door that led to the courtyard, the heavy cold breeze hit you from all directions. Your eyes scanned the area, examining the people milling around until they met with another's. It was Jon. His eyes quickly averted from yours before going back to assisting his younger brother with learning archery. You watched from a distance as he and Robb glanced at each other every time their brother missed the target. Your attention to the archery lesson was quickly taken away as you felt a strange shaking sensation on the side of your calf. You looked down only to see Ghost at your feet whow as currently sniffing your gown.
"Well, hello there," You smiled at the wolf before lowering your hand to give him a pat on the head. Before you could even make contact with his fur, he took a fast step back, baring his teeth at you. "What? You were my friend yesterday, what changed?" You folded your arms at the bipolar behavior of the wolf. His red eyes burned into yours, giving you a simple blink, and began trotting away towards Jon. You scoffed at his actions before following him towards Jon, who was currently laughing at the fact that the younger Stark girl managed to hit a bullseye before her brother. As he chased his sister into the castle, you nearly slipped on the wet ground before letting out a small shriek. Causing Robb and Jon to turn their heads towards you.
"Your grace," They said in unison, both giving you a small bow.
"No need for the formalities, please." You shook your head while still trying to find your footing on the slippery ground. "So, an archery lesson is it? I've always been fond of the sport," You smiled
"So have I," You heard a voice say from behind you. Once you turned around, you could see that the voice belonged to Theon Greyjoy, the heir to the Iron Islands. "The men of the Iron Islands are famously skilled at archery, along with other things." He gave you an arrogant smirk.
"Why yes, of course, I've heard greatly of such," You lied. You had no idea the Iron Islands were known to have skilled archers, the only thing you truly knew of the place was that it was horrid and, for lack of a better word, annoying. Before you could allow Theon to let another word out, you quickly turned back towards Jon and Robb.
"How was breakfast? Unfortunately, I slept through it." You smiled, hoping to get a conversation out of Jon.
"We wouldn't know, the King, Robb, and Lord Stark went out to hunt for dinner while everyone ate, and I was in the blacksmith's shack." Jon dead-panned. You frowned at the realization that Jon had to call his own father "Lord Stark".
"I see, well, what did you do in the blacksmith's shack?" You leaned against a wooden post.
"I had a new sword foraged, for when I go to the Nightswatch," He huffed, clearly not wanting you to know any of his business. You looked over at Robb, who appeared to be unfazed at the mention of his own blood taking the black.
"This again," You sighed, looking down at your feet. You could see Robb begin to create a distance between himself and the two of you.
"There is no reason to concern yourself with such matters." He looked off into the distance.
"I do, as the princess, I have every reason to be concerned with matters of such," You stated, folding your arms.
"Name one." He looked at you with an unconvinced expression. In that moment, you realized you couldn't name one good reason you should care. You had seen your father send men to join the Night's Watch many times, and never once felt that it was far too harsh of a punishment, that is if your father even told you what the man had done.
Before you could find a bullshit reason, you were saved by the sudden presence of your Uncle Jamie. He strolled up casually with his signature Lannister smug face, before swithcing his face to look frustrated once he realized you and Jon were in the middle of a converstion.
"Snow. It seems as though whenever I come to check on my niece, there you are, looming over her." He gritted his teeth.
"Uncle Jamie, you've only spoken to me twice ever since we came to Winterfell, including right now." You wrinkled your eyebrows at your uncle's clear hostility towards Jon.
"Two times too many for a bastard to be plaguing a princess with his presence." Jamie looked at you with fond eyes. Of course you didn't agree with the way your uncle spoke of Jon, but, his fierce protectiveness of you, which had been ever since you were a child, always provided a deep sense of comfort. Had your father been sober enough, you would like to assume he'd have the same protective instinct for you that your Uncle did.
"Uncle Jamie, please..." You mumbled, catching the stony expression on Jon's face, he was used to these kinds of words being held against him.
"If I may be excused, your grace," Jon grumbled, already beginning to walk away before you could even dismiss him.
Without even thinking you went to go follow after him just as his direwolf did, that was before you Uncle gently grabbed you by the arm.
"How dare you, unhand me this instant," you turned around, trying your best to sound demanding and harsh, just like your mother.
"Your presence has been requested by your mother," He said simply, a slight synthetic glint in his eyes. With a sigh, you allowed your Uncle to lead you to your mother, still managing to get one last look at Jon, his fur cape dragging through the snow, head down, with a dire wolf at his side.
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As you stood before your mother in her chambers, you could already decipher the look on her face. Disappointed and ready to punish.
"You wanted to see me?" You said meekly, all the southern attitude and audacity leaving your body.
"I hear that you've been spending quite a lot of time with Ned Stark's bastard son?" She took a long sip of wine, her eyes subtly shifting to Jamie, who was standing behind you, blocking the only exit in the room.
"I have not." You responded simply, trying your best to sound like you weren't nervous about what her reaction could be. You turned your head, glancing at your uncle, who didn't even look you in the eyes.
"You call your Uncle a liar?" she shifted her gaze back to you, one of her eye brows raising.
"Which one?" you snorted, hoping the comedy of what you just said would relieve you of some pressure. Although, to your knowlage you Uncle Tyrion had never lied to you, you realized at a young age that making any comment at his expense could be the occasinal ice breaker. Instead, your mother remained unamused by your jest. "Mother, I am simply trying to familiarize myself with the northern people, besides, I've barely even had a conversation with Jon," You explained, struggling to keep eye contact with her.
"Yes, Jon is his name is it?" She rolled her eyes, taking another sip. "It seems to me that you're overly fond of him," she raised an eyebrow.
"I want to show my gratitude for what he's done for me," You reasoned, "Although he doesn't seem to want me to." You shook your head.
"I suggest you keep your distance from him." She sat up, walking over to you. "We wouldn't want any rumors surrounding the two of you." She cradled your face. Your body naturally retreated from the contact your mother initiated, it's not like she ever struck you, although her words, on the other hand.
You began to walk towards the door before taking a look back at your mother. "Of course, this family doesn't need anymore rumors. I understand." You said slyly while leaving the room.
You wandered around the halls of the castle while coming down from the high that was smart-mouthing your mother. Without even looking where you were going, you managed to stumble into the path of Jon Snoe of all people.
"Your grace," He said plainly giving you a nod.
"You mustn't refer to me as your grace every time you speak to me," You sighed.
"I'm sure your uncle would be upset if I addressed you as anything but," He said, letting a small smile slip out, the first time you've really seen him change his facial expression.
"Yes, that does seem to be the case," You smiled. "Although we cannot argue with this... I command you to call me Y/n," you sarcastically folded your arms.
"And if I don't follow this command?" He pressed.
"If you don't...then you will be punished as I see fit," You guessed.
"Luckily for me, when you become a brother of the Night's Watch, you are relieved of all your crimes," He casually titled his head with a shrug.
"Why must you bring this up once again?" You whined, your mood instantly being ruined. "You were doing so well." You pinched your eyebrows together. It seemed to be that Jons version of doing well was speaking two and a half sentences to you.
"My apologies, Your Grace," He said, causing you to shoot a look at him for his use of the formality, "Your Grace". "Joining the Night's Watch is a great honor in the north," He stated firmly.
"Yes, nothing more honorable than a death sentence, is it?" You drew a tight smile.
"The honor of protecting all of Westros from what lies beyond the wall must be beyond southern expectation of what honor is," He scoffed.
"What are you trying to prove? That a bastard can be noble? That you deserve the Stark name?" You folded your arms. You regretted that last part shortly after saying it, you could tell just by Jons face that it hit a nerve.
"There is nothing for me to prove!" He raised his voice at you, making you take a step back. He began to walk away from you, ignoring your persistent apologies. He stopped walking, turning back to you, still with hurt in his eyes. "I am going to take the black, and you can not change that. It matters not to me that you're a pampered princess who lords all over Westeros, fawn over. Whatever you think you're going to convince me of is not what is going to happen." He said sternly. Leaving you in the hallway by yourself. You felt as if you wanted to cry, it wasn't like you've known him for years, and you were desperate to keep a lifelong friend. It was an unhealthy quickly growing infatuation that you couldn't accept and that he didn't seem to reciprocate. It deeply bothered you that your mother was right, and that had you gotten the opportunity, your Uncle Jamie would've seen you conversing with Jon more than two times.
You couldn't do anything to talk Jon out of becoming a brother of the Night's Watch, he had made that very clear, but perhaps your infatuation with him could make him stay. After all, aren't men of the Nights Watch barred from being with a woman after taking the black? Surely being a bastard has restricted him from getting any female attention that wasn't to be paid for. You quickly had to snap yourself out of thinking of schemes such as these. Would it really be worth it to use yourself as a test dummy to ensure a man whom you've known for two days would never go to the wall?
Had the fixation gotten this intense?
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A/N: Whoo finally done with part two sorry it took a while
A/N: AU based after civil war, everyone is ok and are friends again, Bruce Banner is still on Earth, same with Thor. Not a part one more so, just a AU intro/pilot just to see how you guys like it.
Summary: You weren't supposed to be out and about while the team is on a mission, afterall it can be dangerous.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Your father yelled at you while the entire team listened in the other room. "You could've gotten yourself killed. God knows what that thing could've done to you." He shook his head, looking at you with anger and disappointment.
"Dad, I wasn't even near the fighting I was just trying to collect a sample of one of the canisters that came down with the ship," You breathed out, trying to calm your father down, all while trying to keep yourself from passing out from the bright lights in the Avengers' quarters that were currently burning into your skin.
"Yeah, and guess what, kid? It blew up right in front of you. Clint had to find you knocked out on the street, bleeding and covered in ash, you could've died due to your own carelessness." He slammed his fist onto the counter. Your dad had never raised his voice at you this much, he typically was protective yet easygoing. But this was more than enough to make you come to the realization that this time you really messed up in his eyes. The realization didn't last long as you began to tune out your fathers words, your vision began to become blurry as the pounding in your head and the burning sensation on your skin worsened. You could feel the beads of sweat forming all around your body, your heart rate increasing as you began to lean against the counter, bracing yourself from collapsing.
"Y/n, look at me when I'm talking to you," Your father said sternly, as your head hung down. "Y/n," He repeated, this time sounding less angry and more so concerned. You could hear his footsteps getting closer to you, the pounding in your head growing to be unbearable. He lifted your head up, his palm pressing against your cheek.
"Jesus, Y/n you're burning up, come here." He shook his head, taking you by the upper arm and leading you to the infirmary. You struggled to walk in tandem with him yet managed to remain conscious. After a few seconds of walking, you began to feel your legs give out right before your father swooped you up, carrying you the last couple of feet to get to the infirmary. The quick motion instantly triggered an intense sensation of nausea deep in your stomach all the way to the back of your jaw.
As your father sat you down onto the ICU bed, you immediately began dry heaving, clutching your stomach, tears starting to stream down your face. Your senses of hearing and vision went in and out of function before hearing the infirmary slide open, you could see Dr. Banner walk through the door rushing towards you. You shifted one of your arms from your stomach and to Bruces forearm giving it a hard squeeze.
"Y/n, can you try to speak," Bruce said calmly placing a gentle hand on your hunched over back. The pain was so intense you could barely allow you body to shake your head no. "Tony we're going to have to sedate her, we can't conduct any tests or operation while she's in the state," Bruce said turning towards your father for his "ok" to continue to treat you. Your father nodded his head, his face being overcome with deep concern.
"I told her, I told her several times not to leave the building, she just can't listen," Your father scoffed trying to mask his concern with disappointment.
"Tony that's not important right now, she's convulsing right now with little to no expiation," Bruce shook his head hooking you up to an IV drip. The pain slowly calmed down as Bruce placed the mask over your mouth engulfing your airways with the sweet yet bitter smell of anesthesia. As you laid there completely motionless, deprived of all your senses, except your hearing. You could hear your heart monitor beeping steadily clear as day, not only that but you could hear Bruce and your father discussing what possibly could've happened to you.
"Everything on the surface of her body looks fine, I've already sent some blood culture samples to the lab," Bruce said to you father, who you could hear was pacing around the room. "It almost seems like she went into anaphylactic shock, we should test the material on her clothes from the explosion maybe there could be something on there that would be causing this," Bruce pushed up his glasses. You wanted to get up, you wanted to be able to say exactly what you saw in that canister, even though you didn't even know exactly what it was other than that it was brighter than a thousand suns, yet your recollection began to fade. You heard the door slide open, several different foot step patterns entering the room, all getting closer to your bed.
"How is she," You heard a gruff voice ask, it was Clint, the one who saved you from possibly bleeding out in street.
"We're not to sure yet, her vitals are stable, the lab is working on her blood work, and her body temperature is running pretty hot though," Bruce stated using his roller chair to read your medical chart off of a large computer screen.
"What happened to her, she seemed fine when we got back," Wanda breathed out, her voice slightly shaky. You and Wanda were always close, you met her shortly after her brother Pietro had died. She felt like she had found something similar to what she had lost along with her brother, and you felt like she filled the shoes of something you've never had, a sister.
"She was being reckless, and didn't listen to the one thing I had asked of her, which was to stay safe." Your father spat out, you knew your father didn't mean to blame you or sound like he didn't care about the condition you were in, there were just times he would go down the tough love route to cope with the negligence he put you through your entire life.
"Tony, we get it, you're worried and angry but there is no need to speak about her like that, we don't know what could be happening right now, how about you giver her some grace at least until she wakes up." Steve said in an assertive yet caring and understanding tone. Although you knew everyone was collectively worried for you, the tension in the room was so thick even while passed out you could sense it. Your heart rate began to pick as the tension worsened, it was almost like your body was actively fighting against the sedatives given to you. Suddenly you slowly became aware of how tight your clothes felt, how bright the lights in the room were, and how sterile the air was. Your eyes began to crack open, aching due to the contact with the piercing lights.
"Y/n...Y/n can you hear me?" You heard Bruce ask you calmly giving your shoulder a soft tap. You gave him a weak nod, shutting your eyes to relive them from the aching. "Do you know where you are?" He asked, you nodded again. "And do you know how you got here, this time could you maybe talk for me?" He whispered.
"Yeah, I do... I think," you rasped out, your throat feeling scratchy. "Could you maybe turn off the lights or dim them at least," You clenched your eyes waiting for the lights to disappear. You reopen your eyes, seeing Vision standing by the light switch, the next person you saw was Natasha, sitting in a stool not to far away from your bed.
"How you feeling," She said with a warm smile placing her had on your wrist.
"Alright I guess, I just feel a very um, drained I guess. What time is it?" you sighed, trying to find your way through the brain fog that clouded your mind.
"Looks to be noon on the dot," Steve said, looking at his watch.
"I think I can stand," You affirmed to yourself out loud, using you arms to lift yourself from out of the bed. Everyone took a step towards you, protectively getting ready to catch you at any moment. Natasha Immediately rushed to your side placing her hand on your upper back giving you extra support as your took for first steps in hours. With Natashas help you managed to make your way to the common room, as the rest of the team trailed behind the two of you like ducklings. Right before you could settle yourself down onto the couch, your dad instantly began with the questions that you knew eventually would turn into some sort of lecture.
"Sweetheart, are you hungry? Do you need anything? Here, F.R.I.D.A.Y dim the the light by 40 percent," He rushed, placing a blanket over you.
"No Dad, I'm fine I just need a second to collect myself," You pinched the bridge of your nose. You still didn't feel completely better, your eyes still ached, your skin still felt hot, but none of it was enough to make you mention such.
"Hey, Y/n I know you're tired and you must want to rest but, we gotta have you change out of your clothes and take a shower to get off any debris that could be lingering on you and making you sicker," Bruce said sitting on the arm of the couch, giving you a sympathetic look.
"Ok, thanks Dr.Banner," You nodded slowly getting up this time being assisted by Thor. "Do you want me to give you my clothes after so you guys can run some tests?" You asked softly silently hoping they'd allow you to be there for said tests.
"If it's not to much trouble that would be great," Bruce smiled handing you a large sample bag to place your clothes into.
"You think you can make it to your room?" Your father turned to you looking a mix of concern and skepticism.
"Yeah I think I got it," You shrugged off any worries that floated around your mind.
"Would you like me to carry you to your chambers?" Thor suggested still giving you back support.
"That actually would be great," You gave a lazy smile raising your arms so he could pick you up bridal style. One thing you always admired about Thor was his Asgardian chivalry. As he carried you towards your room you could hear your father call out after you.
"Don't take to hot of a shower it could make you pass out!" Although a valid concern you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the statement.
"We've made it Y/n," Thor beamed as the two of you reached your bedroom door. He used his unnatural God strength to switch your entire body weight to one of his arms using the other to swing your door open.
"Thanks Thor," You breathed out feeling a bit woozy as he set you down onto the marble floor.
"Anytime, just give me a shout if you need me," He rustled the top of your hair like you were a kid while giving you a smile before walking away.
After closing your door before you could do anything you had to dim the lights in the room before it made you want to rip your own skin off. You removed your scuffed up clothing placing the items into the sample bag Bruce had given you. Cranking up the water to you usual hot temperature, subconsciously ignoring your fathers warnings. The contact of the water to your skin you instantly jerked away from the stream coming from the shower head. The water pained your skin feeling like drops of molten glass had covered your skin. You reached your hand out bringing the temperature down to the lowest it could go, which your skin seemed to respond much more kindly to. Although your skin appeared to be clean you kept seeing light grey debris coming off of your skin every scrub you did over your skin.
Eventually you managed to get the grey material off of your skin, as you stepped out of your bathroom you nearly jumped back at the sight of Vision standing in your room.
"Um, hello?" You called out squeezing your towel tighter to your body.
"Mr. Stark asked me to wait outside the bathroom to ensure your safety," He explained, seemingly not understanding how strange it was that he was standing there speaking to you normally as if you weren't anything but a towel. Perks of being artificial intelligence, you don't sexualize inherently non sexual situations you guessed.
"Well, I'm all good, so if you could just give me a moment alone so I can get dressed," You smiled awkwardly darting you eyes from him and to the door a couple times.
'Ah I see, I will leave you to you duties," He gave a smile before phasing through the wall leaving you alone.
You felt exhausted just by getting dressed, your bones ached the sun that typically you would allow to pour into you room was quickly covered by your curtains. You looked over at the bag of your clothes that you had just been wearing. Your heard rate began to pickup again, your body being filled with a deep anxiety, you couldn't pin point what it was that struck fear into you so strongly about the fading memories of the events you have lived through only a couple of hours ago. You could hear what sounded like voices spinning around you, it felt like you were choking on the overstimulation. You could feel faint grips running up and down your arms, the sensation forcing you towards to the ground. Your vision began to fade, everything seeming to cloud back as you tried to push yourself up from on the floor. It was like you were paralyzed, your body actively fighting against your mind, before you allowed your body to win the battle, making you go unconscious on the floor of your bedroom.
You have no idea how long you stayed there, of course it was only a matter of time before someone decided to check up on you. You woke up to the sound of Steve and Bruce talking, seemingly about you and what kind of state you were currently in.
"Hey, look who up...again," Steve smiled trying to hide the obvious concern that was in his face and voice just moments before.
"Hi" you mumbled almost inaudibly attemping to sit youself up in the infirmary bed you were laying in a couple of hours ago.
"Don't sit up, I need you to take it easy, alright," Steve put his hand on your should gently pushing you down further into the bed. You nodded in response as you watched Bruce turn to you examing you face.
"So, Y/N what we're gonna do is keep you here overnight, and maybe for a little while longer than that, but don't worry throughout the night we're all going to take shifts looking after you," He assured. Of course you did't have the heart to tell him as crappy as you felt you had no intrest and having thee Avengers breathing down your neck for twenty-four hours.
The door loudly slid open, your father entering the room with several tools in his hands.
"What's all that sound," You grimaced, the sounds of tool clanking reactivating your migraine.
"I'm gonna install a flat screen on the roof so you can watch TV without sitting up," Tony explained.
"Well I hope you secure it well, cause if a flatscreen TV crashed down on top of my face then I'm really screwed," You laughed dully.
"Don't say that kid, you're gonna be alright," Steve interjected, making you sign in response. Part of you knew for a fact that you werent going to be ok, another part of you didn't care that you probably weren't going to be ok, it felt as if this might as well happen to you. Being Tony Starks daughter, seemed to be the thing that maxxed out all the luck you get in life.
"Am I going to die Dr.Banner?" You faked a childlike hopefull voice.
"That's not funny Y/N, you very well could've died, would've been a damn good lesson too sinec you never want to listen." Tony scolded you setting down his tools in frustration, earning a grumble in response from you. The door opened once again, the sound of quick heel taps covering the floor.
"Good lord Y/N what happened honey?" Pepper gasped, clearly being taken aback from the appearance of you stuck in the infirmary bed. Pepper was always a great step-mom to you, she was always more than happy to guide you through the complicated world as a young women. “I came here as soon as I heard,” She said holding your hand tightly.
"Hey Pepper," you mumbled giving her a soft smile.
"What happened to her?" She turned to Tony, giving him an angry look.
"How would I know, shes the one who keeps running off,"Your father said defensively.
"In my defense-" You began before Pepper cut you off.
"Don't you dare blame her. If you know there is a major threat in the city, you should have her on the next flight out of the state!" Pepper stomped, the sound of her high heel hitting the tile causing a sharp pain in your head, causing you to wince.
"I understand everyone is very concerned for Y/N, and with good reason. But she does not need to be around all of this commotion." Bruce interjected with a sigh.
"Of course, Tony, could you speak with me outside?" Pepper faked a calm voice, while opening the door gesturing for you Dad to exit.
"I need to finish mounting the TV," Tony rolled his eyes.
"She doesn't really need that as of now." Bruce muttered watching your dad get down from the ladder he had been stadning on and exiting the room with Pepper, the rest of the Avengers following.
"Y/N, I'm gonna let you get some rest now. I'm gonna stay with you until one o'clock, monitoring your stats. Then someone else will switch with me, so don't be alarmed if you wake up and I'm not there," Bruce gave you a gentle rub on your bicep. You nodded in response as you watched Bruce get a needle from one of the medical drawers. Instantly you treied to back up, with wideened eyes.
"It's ok, it's just for your IV drip," Dr. Banner let out a soft laugh.
"Dr Banner, could I ask you a question?" You looked up at him, your eyes struggling to stay open.
"Of course," He said while sliding the needle into your hand without warning.
"I know you like had a billion PhDs and all, but, are you even a medical doctor, like I always thought you were more of a science, mathy kind of doctor?" You asked, some of your words jumbling together.
"Not exactly... but I have a PhD in Health Physics and Biochemistry, so close enough," He shrugged, hooking you to the tall IV drip. "Why? You don't trust me?" He asked sarcastically.
"No, more so just curious," You reassured him, before leaning further back into the medical bed.
"Alright..." He breathed out with a quiet laugh.
You could see that even though the two of you were joking around, there was an underlying deep concern in Dr. Banner's eyes. He was the smartest person you had ever known, and even he couldn't pinpoint what exactly was wrong with you, something that deeply scared both of you. Yet your trust in him persevered, allowing you to still hold on to some hope.
"You, um- you're gonna be ok, Y/N." He sounded like he was trying to convince not only you but himself as well. He gave your shoulder a firm squeeze that made you let out a quiet groan. "Sorry," He said sheepishly. "Well, uh- go ahead and get some sleep. I'll just be right over there ok?" He gestured over to his computer setup before dimming the light. You nodded even though he most likely couldn't see it, before finally giving your eyelids the relief of closing, something that they had been desperately craving.
END.
A/N: I missed Avengers Tower AU fics so much!!! LMK if I should continue with this!
A/N: reader is actually Roberts kid and not a incest child.
warnings: very brief mention of murder and violence but not dipicted
"Seven hells, my dress it too tight," You yanked at the tight cloth around your waist. You had been stuck traveling up to the Winterfell for week on end and you were begining to get fed up. Not only was the journey long and grueling, but your mother unexpectedly expressed wanting to keep you close during the trip, so you couldn't even have fun or get drunk without her breathing down your neck.
"You were the one who insisted that you were to have several new gowns made, all of which you didn't show up to the fitting sessions, and for what, Winterfell of all places," your mother rolled her eyes, taking a long sip of wine. You knew more than anyone that she would've had the dresses made for you even if you hadn't insisted.
"I have never visited the north, I wanted to leave an impression," you shrugged, popping a grape into your mouth.
"An impression you will leave, niece, you always do," Tyrion slurred. He had the right idea of getting drunk before your arrival. You hummed in response before leaning out the window of the carriage.
"Uncle Jamie, how much further?" You squinted your eyes at Jamie, who was currently riding his horse.
"Not much further at all, take a look." Jamie stuck his hand out for you to take. You could see the judgmental look on your mother's face as you prepared yourself to jump out of a moving carriage and onto your uncle's horse. You had done this many times, each time either your grandfather or your mother voicing their disapproval. You and your Uncle Jamie had always been close, ever since you could remember, though at times it seemed to upset your mother. As you looked over Jamie's shoulder, you could see the tall towers of Winterfell, it truly was beautiful how the snow hugged the roofs of each tower and glistened in the sunlight.
As the Baratheon and Lannister flags entered Winterfell, you could see seemingly every member of House Stark waiting to greet the King and Queen. The cold immediately shocked your feet after your Uncle had helped you off the back of his horse. You let off a soft squeal before rushing behind your mother to stand with your siblings. As you watched your father and mother greet Lord and Lady Stark, your eyes couldn't help but drift towards the rest of House Stark. The first one you noticed was Robb Stark, the eldest son who was named after your father. He was tall and very handsome, the kind of handsome that made it kind of hard to look at. Next were the two Stark girls, both beautiful, one having long auburn hair, the other with dark brown hair and a light blue gown that had mud stains on it. Then there were the two youngest, a little boy with dark brown, almost black hair who was currently flexing this arm for your father, next to him was the most adorable little boy with light brown hair. You mentally tried to assign each name to each child untill you eyes got stuck on the boy at the very end of the time, he looked to be around the same age as Robb. He had black hair and dark brown eyes, paired with the most melancholy expression on his face. He was the only one that your father hadn't greeted, which deeply confused you until it clicked. He must be the Greyjoy boy that Ned Stark had taken during the Iron Islands rebellion all those years ago.
After your father and mother had greeted each Stark, it was now your and your siblings' turn. You approached Lord and Lady Stark with a polite curtsey. It was nice to see the two of them after almost ten years, although you had only been around eight years since you had last seen them, your memories all relating to the Starks seemingly had been erased from your mind. Your father always told you tales of the battles he and Lord Stark had fought in together.
You offered a soft smile and nod to each Stark child, and you attempted to properly introduce yourself to all of them before your mother called you over, making you leave the rest of them standing there. Just as you were about to enter the castle, you made quick eye contact with the Greyjoy boy. Gods, was he cute, his dark brown eyes that were akin to the eyes of a baby doe. Once again, you smiled, this time only at him, which caused your mother to clear her throat, a subtle way of telling you to hurry up. With a clenched jaw, she gave you a look, a very specific look that you had been able to identify ever since you were a child. The look of disapproval and judgment.
As you changed into a more sophisticated dress for the dinner feast, you heard a gentle knock on your door.
"It's mother," You heard your mother say through the door, causing you to quickly shuffle over to the door in order to unlock it. She sauntered into the room, a quiet grace to her, the kind that you wanted to emulate ever since you were a child.
"Come, let me fix your gown," She motioned for you to come to her. Of course, you obeyed; she did not hold back from tightening your gown. Typically, you'd either tighten your own gowns or a maid would. When you were younger, your mother would bear such a responsibility, one that you were more than happy to take over. She was always too rough with it, always tightening the gown to the point that the dress would almost split in half.
With a quiet sigh, you turned around for her, allowing her to put all her strength into cinching your dress to your body, making it act as a second skin.
"The north seems nice," You said softly, making an attempt to make conversation.
"I beg to differ, it is much too cold, and much too barren for my taste," She said casually. It was rare when you and your mother would hold the same opinion on almost anything. Of course, your relationship wasn't always like this. When you were much younger, the two of you were much closer. She was an extremely loving mother, but as you grew closer to your Uncle Jamie she it seemed like you fell a bit out of her favor, especially after Joffery was born and even more after Tommen and Marcella. Of course, you deeply loved and cared for your younger siblings, even Joffery at times, you wondered what could've been of you and your mothers realitonship had they not been born. Now that you were older, you long had excepted that this is how things were now, but as a child desperately wanting theirs mothers love, you, of course, had blamed yourself. At first, you thought that maybe it was because you weren't blonde, like your siblings; after all, your looks had favored your father's by far. But soon you realized it couldn't have been that, not to say you could rule that reason out, to this day, you still don't understand what made the change in her heart about you.
"I like the snow, I have never seen it before, it's a nice change of scenery," You said meekly. You wanted to work up the courage to tell her that the reason she doesn't like the north is because she doesn't like anything except for wine and being cruel.
"Well, it's very... you I can see why you like it," She sighed, tightening your dress even further.
"Mother, it's too tight," You winced, struggling to breathe.
"Hush, you're a lady, you must learn how to endure a gown that is a bit restrictive," your mother shook her head. This was ridiculous to you, all your life you had seen your mother get fitted into dresses and not once were they ever as tight as yours, in fact, they were often flowy on the looser end. Right before you could protest your heard a soft knock at the door.
"Enter," your mother said, without taking her eyes off your gown. A sweet-looking older woman entered the room, clearly a bit shy.
"The feast is to start in five minutes, your grace," The lady informed your mother with a curtsey.
"So soon?" Your mother scoffed, "So be it, leave us." She raised her hand dismissively at the lady. You frowned as she left the room, it wasn't her fault the feast started so soon.
"Have you seen your Uncle since we've arrived?" She raised an eyebrow, now standing in front of you, fixing your hair.
"No, unfortunately, I was looking forward to hearing what he was going to say about the Northern people, specifically the women." You laughed softly, earning you a sharp glare from your mother.
"I was speaking of your Uncle Jamie, not Tyrion." She deeply inhaled.
"I know," You said quietly, although you did in fact think she was referring to Tyrion, but you knew alluding to your Uncle Jamie having relations with Northern whores would deeply upset and anger her. When it came to upsetting your mother on purpose, you always had to be calculated and subtle with it.
"And what do you mean by that?" She intensely stared into your soul.
"Well, I- I saw him with Uncle Tyrion going towards Wintertown, and if I know my Uncle Tyrion then..." You shrugged, trying to play off your last comment.
"Jamie has nothing to do with what Tyrion does, ok?" She said sternly, you nodded in return. "Now let us head to the feast, shall we?" She smiled before intertwining your arm with hers.
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As much as you tried to enjoy the feast, your body fought against it every step of the way. The gown you were in was simply too tight; you couldn't even enjoy your meal. Not only that, but the volume of the room was chanting, laughing, and, worst of all, the sight of your father actively defiling your mother and their marriage. You and your father had quite a different realtionship that you and your mother had. It was more of a different side of the same coin type of ordeal, you could tell sometimes he wants to be close with you, but mostly distant. Growing up, he allowed you to be as wild as you wanted; you played in the mud, sparred with guards, climbed trees, and rode horses bareback frequently. He seemed to have enjoyed that you indulged in all the things he wanted a son to take interest in. Yet it all changed once you turned thirteen years old; he began to treat you differently, not exactly cruelly, but almost resentfully. Of course, you didn't actually do anything to cause this, but it didn't matter that you were not permanently being persecuted of the crime of growing up, becoming a woman; a woman who could bear children, be married, and worst of all, have opinions. Ever since then, you shared some fond moments with your father, but overall, awkward interactions in passing, yet you still cherished the rare moments you had with your father that mirrored the days you spent with him as a child.
Despite being in the freezing north of Westeros, the dining room felt hot, perhaps it was the overwhelming noise in the room, or maybe it was how ridiculously tight your gown was. You quietly excused yourself from your seat, quickly making your way outside. Your breaths grew shallow, your head being filled with an intense pounding sensation. You leaned your entire body against one of the brick walls of the castle, making a pathetic attempt at clawing your gown off of your body. As tears welled up in your eyes, your attention was pulled to the sound of a sword clanking against a hard surface. It must've been your Uncle Jamie, right? After all, you hadn't seen him at the feast, he must have been the one practicing with his sword, surely. After rushing towards the noise, you came to a quick halt. It was not your uncle at all, it was the Greyjoy boy. He instantly turned his head towards you, a look of confusion and concern displayed on his face.
"Your grace," He bowed his head at you.
"Please just- I need you to cut my gown," You strained, still tugging at the tight fabric around your waist. He looked bewildered by your request, to the point that he froze. Had you been in a better state of mind, you would've cursed at him for not having a quick reaction time.
"I'm sorry your grace, you want me to-" He walked towards you, great hesitaton in his voice.
"I can't breathe," You heaved. "Now, I command you to get this gown off of me," You tried sounding assertive, despite being out of breath.
The Greyjoy boy once again hesitated for just a moment before nodding at your command and taking a small blade from his belt. As he walked over to you, you could tell he was nervous, probably afraid that he could possibly cut Robert Baratheon's firstborn child. He carefully laid the blade against your midriff and began to drag it all the way up towards the bottom of your breasts. Your waist's instant relief caused you to brace yourself against his upper arm, giving you a moment to gather yourself.
"Are you ok, your grace?" He asked, his thick northern accent awaking something inside of you. Before you could even respond, both of you froze after hearing a very familiar voice come from behind you.
"Drop your blade." You heard your Uncle Jamie demand, the sound of him drawing his sword following after. "You dare lay your hands and raise your blade to the princess?" He yelled rasing his sword to the Greyboy boy's neck.
"Uncle, please, it was not what it looked like, I swear." You quickly came to the Greyjoys' defense. Right before your Uncle was about to tell you to move out of the way, the doors to the dining hall swung open, and there came Lord Stark, Lady Stark, and your parents.
"What is the meaning of this?" Your father boomed clearly, not sober.
"A simple misunderstanding," You raised your hands, giving your Uncle a look of desperation.
"Would you be so kind as to lower your blade?" Lord Stark asked sarcastically.
"I'm sure if my brother raises his blade to a man, he has a good reason to," your mother responded dismissively. "In fact, my angel, why is your gown torn?" Your mother said through gritted teeth. You could see the look of shock and horror on Lady Stark's face.
"He had his blade to the princess, holding onto her, only the Gods know his motives," Jamie spat.
"That is-" the Greyjoy began before your Uncle inched the sword closer to his throat.
"Uncle, please, he was helping me, I asked him to!" You tried to reason. "My gown was far too tight, I couldn't breathe, in an act of desperation, I asked him to cut it off of me. He meant no harm!" You shook your head.
"You don't have to defend your attacker," your mother scoffed at you, "You look of fright," She walked over to you, covering you with her outlayer cover-up.
"Mother, he was not trying to hurt me, he was helping me," You retorted, growing more frustrated.
"Ned, my brother-in-law tells me your bastard was attacking my daughter, and my daughter tells me your bastard was saving her. What am I to think of this?" Your father snapped. Bastard? You thought to yourself, since when did honorable Lord Eddard Stark have a bastard, a bastard that was no older than you? Who in the seven hells was this? Your father had told you many things about Lord Stark but never once mentioned he had a bastard, a bastard that he openly recognized and allowed to live in the castle of Winterfell. You knew very well that your own father had many bastards, so many to the point you'd sometimes sneak into town to speak to your half-brother Gendry, a very talented blacksmith.
"Jon, explain yourself," Lord Stark said sternly. Oh, Jon was his name then, of course, his status as a bastard of the north would mean his last name was Snow. Jon Snow, that was the name of the man who had saved you, not Greyjoy.
"The princess had asked for my help, she told be coudn't breath. I wasn't sure of what to make of what she was asking me, then she commanded me to cut the gown off of her," Jon exhaled. "Your grace, I swear to you I had no intention of harming your daughter," He said earnestly.
"Was that the way of it?" Your father turned to you.
"Yes, father," You nodded, glancing over at Jon, who kept the same unwavering look on his face. You Uncle now putting his sword down.
"Well then, he's a hero, honorable just like his father." Your father patted Jon on his shoulder. "Well, come, Ned seems as though we are unneeded here now," your father began to walk away along with Lord Stark, your mother, and Lady Stark following behind. You wanted to yell at your father for not, at the very least, thanking Jon for helping you in your time of need, yet you decided to bite your tongue; there was no use of a protest while your father was drunk. You glared at your uncle, who lingered around you and Jon.
"A bastard with a heart of gold, is it?" He raised an eyebrow, placing his sword back into its holster. "Next time you decide to "save" my niece, I will not wait for anyone to come to your defense," He said before walking away, heading back towards Wintertown, probably going to find your Uncle Tyrion.
Without a word, Jon went straight back to using his sword against the sparring dummy. He didn't even say bye, or anything, not even a smile.
"Thank you for saving me," You smiled, approaching the area he was practicing.
"It's my duty, Your Grace." He said plainly, not taking his eyes off the sparring dummy.
"I know, I just wanted to express my appreciation." You nodded. Now this was just awkward, you remained standing near him, pretending to look at the bricks of the castle, then the sky, then the sparring dummy. "You know something quite funny?" You chirped, causing Jon to grunt in response. "At first, I thought you were the Greyjoy boy." You let out a small laugh. Suddenly, Jon came to a complete stop.
"Theon? You thought I was Theon?" He grimaced.
"Oh, is that his name?" You asked, biting back a smile over the look on Jon's face. "I only assumed so because my father never told me that Lord Stark had a bast- another son, around my age, other than Robb, of course." You dropped your gaze down to your feet.
"I don't tend to come up in the same conversation as my brothers," He deadpanned.
“I see, well how come I didn’t see you at the feast?” You crinkled your eyebrows.
“Lady Catelyn thought it would be disrespectful to the king and queen to eat in the presence of a bastard.” He said, going back to swinging his sword.
“Well- well, that’s just backwards, after all, it is well known my father has many bastards.” You let out a breathy laugh, taking a seat on a hay bale next to you. “I’m sure my father wouldn’t care much.” You shrugged
“And your mother,” he side-eyed you.
“Well, my mother, on the other hand- she, uh, she would most likely take issue with your presence,” You said sheepishly.
“I would assume so,” He said flatly.
“It matters not what she thinks, she and my father can barely hold a conversation. If you were in the dining hall, she’d probably just look at you and your father judgmentally. The same way she looks at me,” You sighed. You could tell Jon had a kind of “why is this woman telling me this?” look, yet he didn’t make you feel like a bother. “I mean, she doesn’t seem to like many people, not just bastards, you see?” You kicked at the dirt at your feet. You made the mistake of hoping for a deep response from Jon, but all he did was give you a plain hum in response.
Just as you were about to go into a deep rant about your mother, you completely froze. Only a couple of feet away stood a completely white wolf pup with bright red eyes.
“My Gods, who are you?” you fawned over the pup. The wolf had only taken a couple of steps closer to you before letting out a quiet growl.
“Aw, don’t be like that, we can be friends,” you explained, getting down on your knees, attempting to come across as less intimidating, yet the pup continued to growl.
“Ghost enough.” You heard Jon say from behind you.
“Ghost?” You turned around, looking up at Jon with a confused look.
“He’s my dire wolf, all of my siblings have one,” He explained.
“I thought there were no dire wolves beyond the Wall,” You leaned closer to Ghost, who was currently baring his teeth at you.
"We thought so too, that was until we found the pups' dead mother," He explained, trying to call Ghost over to him.
You frowned at the fact that the pup's mother was taken away from them so early in life. You watched as Ghost actively ignored Jon's instructions. Instead of observing the two, you decided to reach your hand out to pet Ghost on his head, and before you could even react, he latched onto the sleeve of your gown, tugging at it.
"Ghost, let go this instant!" Jon said firmly, the wolf of course ignoring him.
"Worry not, the gown is already ruined, might as well allow it to double as a toy," You laughed, allowing Ghost to drag your arm around. He had almost ripped off your entire sleeve before Jon finally intervened by picking Ghost up off the ground.
"Aw, let him have his fun," You playfully laughed, getting up off the ground. Just as you were about to go in to offer your sleeve back to him, you heard footsteps crunching in the snow behind you. You turned around and were met with Lady Stark and her younger daughter, the one with the red hair.
"Your, grace," They said in unison giving you a polite bow.
"We wanted to offer you a new gown," Lady Stark smiled kindly. "We are so very sorry about your being ruined," She continued.
"There is no need for an apology, Lady Stark, had it not been for the destruction of my gown and Jons heroism, only the Gods would know my fate," You smiled softly. She hummed in response, probably not fond of the credit you gave Jon. "Still, I will accept the gown," You nodded.
"Splendid, come with us, we will show you the way," Lady Stark smiled, motioning her hand towards the castle. As you began to follow behind Lady Stark and her daughter, you remembered whom you had just been speaking with.
"Goodbye, Jon. Shall I see you tomorrow?" You turned around, and he stood there motionless, lips parted slightly.
"Yes, your grace," He stuttered a bit.
"Excellent, I'll see you then, goodbye, Ghost," You playfully waved your fingers at the dire wolf before continuing behind Lady Stark.
As the three of you made your way through the corridors of the castle, you marveled at the beautiful stone that lined the walls. It was much more rustic than the castle back home, yet gave you more comfort than the walls of King's Landing ever had.
"It's just in here, Your Grace," Lady Stark opened the door to a small room that was filled with sewing materials. The gown was truly beautiful, a ashy light blue with long sleeves that reached past your hands.
"I believe it will fit your grace, the dress was always made, it seems as though it will fit you well," Lady Stark handed you the gown.
"Thank you, truly, Lady Stark, it's beautiful." You smiled,
"Sansa, stay with the princess in case she is in need of your assistance," Lady Stark turned to her duaghter, before exiting the room, closing the door behind her.
"Yes mother," She nodded shyly.
"Ah, so your name is Sansa?" You asked, pulling at the back of your gown.
"Yes, your grace," She said softly.
"Please, do not feel required to call me "your grace" every time you address me." You laughed, you could tell the young girl was nervous in your presence. You had heard your mother and father speak about possibly betrothing Joffery to her. You were sure she had heard of this swell, prompting her to come across as perfect as she could be. Without knowing anything about her, you were positive that she was too good for Joffery. At your core, you loved your brother, but it was obvious that he was incredibly cruel, even as a child. "Please just call me Y/n." You smiled, turning around for her to help you remove the ruined gown.
"Of course, Y/n," She said. Your name sounded quite unnatural coming out of her mouth, but soon she'd get used to it, you thought to yourself.
"Just a moment, please," You montioned your finger for her to turn round as you removed the gown you currently had on. "What is the name of your dire wolf?" You asked, kicking off the rest of the gown.
"Her name is Lady," She said while facing the wall. "I saw you already met Ghost.
"What an adorable name, if you don't mind, I would love to meet her. Ghost was quite fun," You mentioned.
"Lady is nothing like Ghost, shes very well behaved," Sansa insisted.
I'm sure she is. Ghost did not seem to want to listen to anything Jon said. You laughed. "It was quite funny, actually, although I can't tell if I'm in Ghosts good graces or not," You slipped the new gown on.
"Yes, Ghost is the runt of the litter, I believe, very fitting for him being Jons," She sighed. While you held nothing against people who were born as bastard there were times you forgot that others do take issue with bastards.
"I see," You said simply, now tying the back of your gown.
"Do you need any assistance with the gown?" Sansa asked, holding her arms behind her back.
"No, my sweet, I've been tying my own gowns since I was twelve. Unfortunately, the last time I allowed someone else to do it, your brother had to tear it off of me," You shrugged.
"Jon is not my brother," She responded sharply. It took you aback to hear this tone come out of her, she had been so shy and quiet beforehand. "I'm sorry, Your Grace, it is not my place to speak to you in such a manner," She signed quickly, realizing how hard she sounded, not towards Jon, of course, but towards you.
"Worry not, and again, address me by my name." You shook your head, you couldn't say how she disregarded Jon didn't leave a bad taste in your mouth. It came as no surprise to you that the disdain people had for bastards was stronger in the north than it was in the south. After spending some time in Dorne, you adopted the general attitude toward sex and relationships that the Dornish people held. After asking why bastards were treated the same as children who were born in wedlock, the Prince of Dorne, Oberyn Martell, had explained to you that being a bastard meant you were born of passion, which was something that couldn't be despised.
"It is just hard to accept Jon as my brother, that is all," She explained, "He's not a Stark. What he is is a reminder to all of us of my father's infidelity." She looked down at her feet.
"Do you forgive your father?" You asked, taking a seat on the love seat behind you.
"I beg your pardon," She turned around, mouth agape.
"Your father, do you forgive him," You retorted.
"He's my father, of course," She walked towards you.
"Your forgiveness for your father should pardon Jon from any wrongdoing. Does it not?" You questioned. You couldn't fully expect a young girl such as herself to understand what you were saying. Even adults had a hard time understanding your position on bastards. Yet you couldn't help but question her reasoning. "I understand, trust me, my father has more bastards than there are stars in the night sky," You sighed.
"...the king?" She whidened here eyes.
"Well of course, the king, he is my father after all," You breathed out a laugh. "This is the way of many men, in the south at the very least." You shrugged.
"What about Joffery?" She asked innocently, you had forgotten the conversations of Sansa possibly being betrothed to your brother.
"I cannot say, not out of discretion, but out of ignorance," You tried to assure her. You had never really seen any example of what your brother would be like to his future wife. All you knew for sure was that he was a cruel bitch, which was a word you didn't use generously. It would plague your conscience if Sansa had been subjected to being bound to him. You wanted to stop it, you really did, but your father wanted to unite the north with the south, and if that was what he wanted, that is what would happen.
"Now, I believe the feast is still ongoing?" You rose from your seat.
"Yes your- Y/n" Sansa nodded.
"Well then, shall we join once again?" You offered Sansa your arm, her quickly accepting intertwiing her arm with yours as she led you to the dining hall.
As the two of you reentered the dining hall, you immediately scanned the room to see if Jon was there. Of course, Jon had told you why he wasn't present at the feast earlier, his status as a bastard apparently barred him from enjoying a meal in a room where he'd surely go unnoticed.
Your mother, who was currently sitting with Lady Stark, had motioned for Sansa to come towards her and had left you alone, not sure who to speak to. Of course, you had your options, there was Robb Stark, the only Stark child you had met before, but it had been over ten years since you last saw each other. Surely you couldn't just walk up to him and pick up wherever you had left off at the age of four or five. There were your siblings, of course. Joffery was not an option for obvious reasons, Tommen was busy talking to the two youngest Stark boys, and Myrcella was currently reenacting something for the young Stark girl.
You decided your best choice, for an actually engaging conversation, was to head back outside and search for Jon. Sure, he was quiet, and didn't have the most brain-racking responses, but you still wanted to be around him, after all, he did save you from your wretched gown. Not only that, but it did help that he was very easy on the eyes. You noticed an enticing-looking link of sausage wrapped in bread, the prefect on to go snack, you quickly picked it up to eat as you searched for Jon. Just as you almost made it to the door, you heard someone call for you.
"Your grace!" A man around your age swooped in front of you. He had short, light brown hair and bluish-green eyes, he surely didn't look like a Stark.
"Hello, I apologize, I do not think I have your name," You smiled.
"I am Theon Greyjoy, Your Grace. May I say all the tales of your beauty ring true," He expressed, briefly looking you up and down.
"Ah, Greyjoy, of the Iron Islands," You reminded yourself out loud. "A pleasure to meet you, it truly is." You reached your hand out so he could shake it. As he took it, he gave the top of your hand a quick run with his thumb before moving aside, allowing you to continue on your path.
"Do you know where Jon might be?" You asked.
"Jon, Jon Snow?" He grimaced just by saying his name. "I'm sure he's swinging a sword or moping around here somewhere," He laughed, waiting for a moment to see if you'd laugh with him.
"Well, once again it was a pleasure to meet you, and thank you," You thanked him while walking out the door of the castle.
As you scanned the courtyard, looking for Jon, you were met with Ghost padding over towards you. He kept a good distance away from you but clearly was observing you. You took a quick look around before squatting down, trying to get Ghost to come closer to you.
"Well, hello again," You whispered. "I'm looking for Jon. Do you know where he is?" You reached your hand out, causing Ghost to bare his teeth at you. You frowned in response before remembering what you had in your hand, the sausage. "Look what I have, it looks quite delicious, does it not?" You held the sausage out, you could see some drool beginning to drip out of the wovles' mouth as his nose twitched. He took a beat before finnaly geting closer enough to begin to hawk down the sausage. "See, I knew you couldn't resist," you giggled, giving Ghost a soft pet on his head while we was still distracted. "Now, do you know where Jon is?" You scratched behind his ears, making him let out a deep, relaxed grumble. Ghost gave you a blank look, turning his head to the side in confusion. It was no shock that he didn't understand the modern tongue. "Jon," You elongated his name, hoping Ghost would know what you were talking about. His ears perked up a bit before he walked away from you, taking a look back to make sure you were following him. You lifted from your squat and began to follow the path he was taking you.
It didn't take long for Jon to come into your line of sight. Alas, he wasn't alone, he was speaking to an older man with long hair whom you didn't recognize. You came to a halt and kept your distance, trying to look like you weren't waiting for the conversation to be over. Ghost, on the other hand, had a different idea, he was confused as to why you didn't finish following him to Jon. So confused to the point he stopped his paw at you, trying to signal you to continue following him.
"I am your Princess, you do not stomp at me," You whispered, laughing at the wolf's attitude. Clearly, he didn't get the message, since he let out a baby howl in protest. Unfortunately, the howl was loud enough to catch the attention of Jon and the man he was speaking to.
"Hello there," The man called out, gesturing for you to come to them. You could see the slight shock on Jon's face, probably due to your return with Ghost nonetheless. You walked over to the two men with Ghost walking at your side.
"My apologies, we did not mean to interrupt your conversation. I just wanted to see what Jon was up to." You looked at Ghost. The man turned to Jon with raised eyebrows, trying to hide a smile.
"Is that so?" The man turned back to you, shifting his eyes between you and Jon.
"Yes, M'Lord," You nodded.
"Your Grace, I am no Lord, I am a man of the Night's Watch, my name is Benjen Stark," He bowed to you. You were taken aback that he was aware of your status as a royal since you were dressed like a lady of the north.
"A man of the Night's Watch... I thank you for your heroism in protecting Westeros from what lies beyond the Wall," You curtsied, and it then dawned on you who he really was, Benjen Stark. Lord Stark's brother, meaning he was Jon's uncle. "I have never had the honor of meeting a man of the Night's Watch before." You smiled. Growing up, your father had told you many things about the world beyond the wall, it had always fascinated you.
"Thank you, Your Grace. We men who take the black don't often get to hear such praises," Benjen put his hand on Jon's shoulder. You crinkled your eyebrows at his use of the word "we". It seemed to have been directed towards Jon, although you had never met him before today, there was no chance we was sent to the wall as a child, surely. Perhaps that was the case, though, after all, you never once saw or heard any mention of Jon when you had met and played with Robb as a child, even though he definitely had been born at the time.
"I'm sorry... but "we"?" You tlited your head in confusion.
"My nephew here has decided to take the black and join me at the wall," Benjen said, looking at Jon proudly. You couldn't help but turn to Jon, worry all over your face; you had to remind yourself that you had only met him today.
"...Oh.." You said softly forcing yourself to tear your gaze away from Jon.
"I should probably head inside now," Benjen said, once again looking between you and Jon. It was like he could sense you wanted a moment alone with him. Both you and Jon watched in silence as Benjen walked towards the double doors of the castle, disappearing inside.
"...So, the Night's Watch," you turned to Jon, trying to hide the disappointment in your face. "When will you leave?"
"In a moon or so," He said quietly.
"You shouldn't go if you feel like you are being made to," You crossed your arms.
"I want to." He said firmly, turning, beginning to walk away from you.
"Surely that can't be true," You let out an uncovinced sigh, trailing behind him.
"Well, it surely is." He shook his head.
"I just don't see why that would be the case." You sped up, matching his pace.
"A southern Princess of Westeros doesn't understand why a bastard of the north would join the Night's Watch? That's a surprise." He came to a stop, looking at you, clearly annoyed with your ignorance of the treatment of bastards in the north.
"You grew up in a castle. My bastard siblings are subjected to living in some of the poorest villages in Kings Landing," You huffed.
"Surely being an acknowledged bastard that gets to live among the legitimate children cannot be worse than what my brothers and sisters live through. Being a bastard is no reason to throw your life away by taking the black," You stood in front of him.
"And why do you care?" Jon raised his voice a bit.
"I have a very intense compass on what is right and what is wrong." You reasoned, "And I would hate to see the man who saved my life take what is basically a death sentence."
"A tight gown would not have killed you," he softly chuckled, clearly trying to change the topic. "Besides, the Night's Watch would be the only place where I would be truly accepted for what I am." He said, walking past you.
"They also accept murderers, rapists, and thieves," You grimaced.
"You wouldn't understand," He said dismissively.
"Then make me," You said earnestly. "I command you to," He turned around, at your command, looking at you clearly unimpressed before continuing walking to who knows where. "I can punish you for not following a command said by the princess ," You said putting on the poshest southern accent your voice could make.
"Send me to the wall then." He walked away from you and into the tall forest, Ghost following behind him, leaving you alone in the courtyard.
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A/N: part two? I feel like this could be a series!
☆a/n: gender neutral reader. 2400 words. this has been a draft since thunderbolts came out, but we're celebrating fourth of july by flaming john as much as possible.
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When Sam and Bucky don't want to talk to each other, you and Joaquín flip a coin to see who gets stuck negotiating with John Walker.
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“Do I look stupid to you, Torres? I’m not doing that.”
“There’s literally no other way to decide,” Joaquín really tried to reason.
“I think I’d rather shit in my hand and clap than take a chance on this.”
Joaquín clicked his tongue and flipped the coin anyway, causing you to pray for mercy in every language you could think of. As your life flashed before your eyes, the penny landed in Joaquín’s palm, which he flipped onto his desk and uncovered to reveal…
Tails.
To say that your soul dropped out of your ass was an understatement. Joaquín leapt out of his seat and took a victory lap around the compound room, arms raised and murmuring praises. You had to take a breath and hold your head in your hands.
No way in fresh hell would you do this. But since Sam and Bucky refused to talk, you and Joaquín became children of divorce and had to step up with handling formalities with the so-called New Avengerz. Typically, you two would take turns messaging Yelena and pretending not to be scared of her. This time around, Yelena was likely deep cover as her contact remained unavailable with an automated notification to contact the other Avengerz if urgent.
You guys preferred to tip-toe around Bucky-related topics, but were now left wondering which of the New Avengerz to talk to for superhero politics. Ghost would likely leave you on delivered, the Red Guardian would absolutely send propaganda whatsapp edits before giving a productive response, and both you and Joaquín felt bad bothering Bob. Yelena was out. Valentina was an absolute no-go. Which left only one option.
You fought a gag at the very thought. The penny had landed on tails, which meant you had to be diplomatic with captain crashout himself.
John Walker.
At this point you were basically rocking back and forth in fetal position. Joaquín knelt down to pat your back in sympathy.
“Just show him the documents over a coffee or something. If you get him a nine dollar matcha, though, he’ll probably shoot you with a gun so maybe don’t pick that.”
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You didn’t realize that emailing Walker’s inbox was the easiest part of this mission. Two days ago, you were agonizing over how to get your point across professionally, yet seeming cool and collected while still emphasizing that you thought he was a bum.
Simple, really.
But now you were 15 minutes early and had picked a corner booth at the diner you’d agreed to meet him at. Flipping a sugar packet you’d plucked from the table top, you fought the nerves of Walker’s arrival. You were just grateful he told you to meet him at this cozy little diner and not some flashy joint with $37 smash burgers, as you expected would be right up his alley. Your team had witnessed what a butthead he could be, but deep down inside you knew that wasn’t what was making you pick at the corner of the laminated menu. No, there was something far more dangerous at play, a flip to your stomach that you really didn’t want to acknowledge.
John Walker was an irritating, annoying, self-important, sarcastic, smug asshole, but what else was new? Fork found in kitchen. What really grinded your gears was a shortcoming on your end. A moral failure that you needed to bury deep down inside, never to see the light of day.
What you had to admit to yourself was that you wanted that man. Badly. Although he was known for killing a man on live television, there were glimpses of something warm you could spot from within him. During the brief interactions you’ve had with Valentina’s team, you caught glimpses of his rough-edged tenderness, desperately covered by the snark and the ego.
When news of the off brand Avengers broke wind, Sam had asked you to scour through all the staged interviews and media days that Valentina had dared to orchestrate. Your notes for Sam included the fact that Walker never seemed to have a kind word to say without sarcasm clipped at the end. You didn’t document your observations on how John Walker always made himself the physical barrier between eager reporters and his teammates. You didn’t take note of how charming you thought his dry jokes could be, nor did you write down the fact that he tends to bite his top lip and tuck his chin when he’s at a loss for words.
You didn’t file your thoughts on how much you like his new beard, either.
Joaquín (or god forbid, Sam) could never find out that you would fumble an infinity stone if it meant John Walker would tackle you. You’ve got no idea how you were going to go through with extracting information from Walker. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed about wanting him, but you had an image to maintain and jumping Walker’s bones wasn’t gonna make Sam’s life any easier. If Walker saw through you, he wouldn’t hesitate to be real smug about it and that definitely didn’t help either.
“Alright, what do you need,” the man of the hour dropped into the seat in front of you like he weighed ten tons.
You didn’t even notice when he walked in, which really threw you off because how did you miss that brick house get through the door? With bated breath, you began rattling off the script you threw together in your notes app that morning.
“Okay, well firstly, thank you for agreeing to hear me out. I know you and your team are likely incredibly busy,” you offered.
“S’no big deal. Yelena’s better at these things, but if you’re needing me, then I’m here.”
Oh, you needed him alright. But that was neither here nor there.
“Thanks, Walker. Well, Torres and I drafted some possible arrangements and contracts for relations between the New Avengerz and a team we’re putting together, all approved by Wilson of course. These documents outline how we’ll handle threats by location and jurisdiction, and this half is an arrangement for partnership over global threats. Nothing’s final so you can bring these back to your team to make edits as you please, but Wilson really wants some settlements on paper, so…” you trailed off.
John swiped the stack of papers from your folder before licking his finger to turn the page. Catching the sight of his tongue flicking out, you had to take a breath and pray for some grace. You sat in silence while he skimmed through your work, desperately fidgeting with the sugar packet you still grasped in your palm.
He whistled, sharp and low.
“I’ve got to hand it to you and Torres. You really went all in with this. Most of this looks good to me, but that policy about surrendering ex-SHIELD equipment isn’t gonna fly. Y’know I gotta run this by Valentina, but if it were up to me, and it should be because I’m the one who led the Bears back to back to back—”
John cut himself off, eyebrows furrowing in.
“Why are you nervous?” he questioned, nodding to your hands. Glancing down, you realized that you hadn’t stopped messing with the poor sugar packet.
“You shouldn’t be — I’m not going to — look,” he sighed. “I don’t have the best track record, I know. But I’m not going to freak out on you.”
“I know, I’m sorry, Walker. I’m kind of exhausted but I don’t wanna add to Sam’s to-do list, y’know how it is,” you told him, offering some truth.
“Well, what’s on your mind, then?” He asked. It took you a second to regain your composure because he asked you this with genuine curiosity. Not the typical bored, iced-out look he always had. John Asshole Walker wanted to know what was bothering you. He was being polite about it, too. And he looked damn good doing it.
After blinking at him a couple times, you caved into venting about the headache of cleaning up after the Ross incident, spreading yourself thin after Ruth decided to make herself scarce, and constantly making sure Joaquín and Sam don’t drop dead from neglect. All the while, John gently followed your erratic hand motions and offered a mumbled “really?” and “wow, that’s crazy” at all the right moments. Honestly, before this moment, you didn’t know he could make conversation without sass.
“Sorry for unloading all of that onto you. I’m sure you’ve got your own things to deal with,” you released the sugar packet from your grasp. As your hand flicked forward to toss the packet away, John reached an open palm towards yours. The squeeze of his warm hand halted your anxious ramblings, especially as he began to massage the inside of your wrist with his thumb. The movement was almost imperceptible, and yet, your brain was moments away from bluescreening. A serious look crossed John’s eyes as he leaned into the table.
“We all have shit to deal with. Doesn’t mean you can’t air it out. It’s not like I’m gonna go find Ruth just to tell her about your one-sided beef,” his snarky demeanor returned. Despite the sarcasm in his tone, he squeezed your hand once more to ensure that you were really hearing him. John lowered his voice, almost hesitant to be revealing the extent of his care.
“I know Bucky and Sam aren’t buddy-buddy right now, but if you need a break, you can crash on the couch in the tower. I’m sure Alexei won’t mind the company,” John rolled his eyes, as if deflecting from the blatant offer of a place to stay when you need it.
You mumbled a small thank you, afraid that speaking too loud would disturb whatever fragile ground the two of you had created.
“It’s nothing, I mean I’m sure you guys have had plenty of sleepovers with all of earth’s mightiest heroes,” John tried to ease the mood with comical disgust in his voice. You gave him a fragile smile. In truth, your small team of three still hadn’t had a single visitor. Not since Bucky. Walker didn’t need to know that.
Still, you wouldn’t hesitate to offer him a place to crash, either.
“Thanks, Walker. That actually means a lot. You’re welcome to stop by any time, too, even if I have to smuggle you in,” you chose your words carefully. You wanted to let him know that you cared, but he didn’t need to know how much you cared.
“It’s John. You can call me John.”
On the inside, you were going apeshit. On the outside, you gave him a rough smile.
“If Valentina isn’t blowing up your phone yet, then let’s go for a walk, John. I’m craving a bagel.”
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Your stroll with John Walker had been surprisingly pleasant.
You were moving on autopilot throughout the journey back to the compound. Punching your passcode into the entrance lock, you nudged the front door open with your foot while peeling off your jacket. Swapping your bag of takeout pastries with your keys, you realized you don’t even remember parking the team Jeep. Up on cloud nine, your mind was a film reel of your morning spent with John Walker. The feeling of your wrist engulfed in his steady hand replayed in slow motion like a touchdown highlight.
“You got bagels with captain crashout??” Joaquín cried from his surveillance nook, his tone nothing short of aghast.
“I did, but how the hell did you know?” You called out, kicking your shoes off before heading to the common couch. Rounding the corner, you caught Joaquín perched at his desk. Enlarged on his center monitor was a window tracking a ping to your location.
“Real subtle, Torres” you glared.
“I had to make sure your rendezvous with Walker went smoothly. I couldn’t have him maiming you with the shield on live stream or anything. But it looks like you took your sweet time at that diner, didn’t you?” Joaquín raised a suspicious eyebrow. Before he could connect too many dots, you revealed the bag of extra bagels. Rolling open the paper bag, you used a napkin to fish out a pastry for Joaquín.
“I’m surprised, actually. We had a pretty good time. He took the documents for Valentina to look at, but he said they should get cleared within the week. He’s a solid guy once he’s relaxed,” you chatted as Joaquín lit up at the sight of the snack.
In truth, he was more than a solid guy, you just had to learn how to see it. When you both stood up to leave the diner, he’d reached an arm over you to pull open the exit door. He’d done the same for each entrance you’d encountered after that. The morning you spent together taught you to never argue with him about who would pay for food, as he literally shoved you away from the counter before handing the cashier a bill. You learned he preferred strawberry creamcheese, but that his go-to breakfast would always be waffles because it’s what his mother used to make. When you told him about your own childhood snacks, he’d tilted his head closer to hear you better. The corner store bakery had gotten crowded by the time you were ready to go, so John (valiantly) shoulder checked every person who got uncomfortably close. The ways he showed gentleness and care were different than you were used to, but they made themselves known once you learned him.
You reached into the bag for another napkin to hand to Joaquín, except the one you pulled already had a stain on it. You took a closer look. Not a stain. It was hand writing.
In blue ink, the napkin read:
“Thanks for the chat. Let’s get breakfast again. We can take a walk after, too. Or whatever. - John”
Before Joaquin could catch a glimpse of the precious note, you gingerly began to fold it back up. Something tucked within the napkin crinkled as you disturbed it. The item slipped out of the paper with the new angle, but you caught it in your palm before it could fall to the floor.
It was your sugar packet. John had saved it from the diner, and sent it back with his phone number scrawled on it.
Maybe you were grateful the penny landed on tails.
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a/n: nobody loves john more than his biggest haters.
𖥔 major plot spoilers for the mandalorian and grogu film!!
.𖥔 ݁ ˖✶ jedi! reader, fem!reader mentioned wearing dresses (and +1 bra joke), reader is able to run, no pronouns used for the reader. my goat zeb is in everyone's dms. do i have a part 2?? well, i have concepts of a part 2...
Pulled away for a tedious task, you leave your Mandalorian alone for a week. One. In these seven days, he has managed to anger the Hutts beyond belief and lose your son in the jungles of Nal Hutta. Safe to say you’re pissed.
You’ve been meaning to close out your accounts on Naboo for over a year now. You’re ready to tie off the loose ends you have left on the opulent planet as you shift the pieces of your life into your home on Nevarro, a home you share with Din. Despite the nagging need to attend to your chores, you don’t want to go.
At all.
No force in the galaxy can drag you out of Din’s arms in the soft mornings that rise above the lava flats. There’s no pulling you away from the pond where you splash Grogu with handfuls of water before the little booger chases after you with a frog in each hand. Each lazy afternoon, you finally get to fall asleep with your son tucked safe on your chest and your husband curled around your back. You’re not eager to go anywhere anytime soon.
Even now, years after the Darksaber, it’s not a rare occasion when you startle awake in the dead of night, disoriented and briefly fearing that Gideon had taken your little family too. You’re not quite ready to leave the house yet, for fear that you’ll return to an empty plot and the phantom outline of a home that you dreamt up.
Despite your reservations, it’s a cozy morning when you and Din are sorting through mail at the breakfast table, forcing you to reckon with just how shamefully large the pile of envelopes from Naboo has grown. Your Mandalorian places a bowl of sliced meilooruns at the center of the table as you sort spam letters from important records. Bills from a unit in Theed that you haven’t spent the night in for almost a year, endorsements from the newest senators, local newspapers irrelevant to your new home on Nevarro. You begin rubbing at your temples before even reaching for the letter opener.
“I’m sure it’s nothing impossible, cyare,” Din mumbles as he settles into his seat, rubbing a comforting hand across your back to squeeze your shoulder. “It’s tedious and annoying, but we’ve had easier runs with far worse.”
Scooting your chair impossibly closer to his, you lean forward to let your forehead thunk onto the table. Din’s forearm reaches out to soften the landing.
“It’s just paper work. I like our odds,” he adds.
“Still sucks ass,” you mumble into the grain of the wooden table. Terribly sleepy with your face buried into Din’s long sleeve, not a single syllable is intelligible.Grogu had been restless the night before, and if Din weren’t such a morning person, you wouldn’t be blinking back at the sunlight peaking through the blinds. You huff at the brightness. Still, Din brings a hand to the back of your neck and begins to massage the tender spots there.
“I know, cyare.”
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“Alright sweet boy, you remember what we talked about, right? It’s up to you to put your toys back into the bin when you take them out. Stay near your buir when you guys play outside, okay?” you smacked a kiss onto Grogu’s wrinkly forehead, jostling the hem of his robes until he erupted into a fit of sweet giggles.
Monotone announcements rang throughout the PA system in the spaceport, signaling the five minute window you have to wrap up your goodbyes. With hustling travellers weaving their away around your little family, you regretted the weight of the travel pack that you took from Din’s hand.
“Just keep being a good boy,” you stroked one of Grogu’s oversized ears, not quite ready to lean away from the baby nestled into the crook of your husband’s arm.
“I don’t think he’s ever been good for a day in his life,” came the dry response from your Mandalorian. Lovingly rolling your eyes, you stepped into Din’s side and smacked a kiss onto the hollowed cheek of his helmet. With a deep sigh, he tilts his helmet down and brings you into a keldabe kiss, touching his metal forehead to yours as his free hand pulls you closer by the small of your back. It’s a shocking amount of affection for Din to display in public, but you’re never one to complain, and rather you slip your eyes shut and lean further into his steady hold.
“One week and I’ll be back. That’s only seven sleeps. One bra change. It’s practically over already,” you ramble in an attempt to convince yourself to leave, your breath puffing over the beskar of your husband’s helmet. You and Din had agreed that while you close shop in Naboo, he and Grogu would run errands of their own as they address some tedious “independent” business on an Outer Rim base for the New Republic. Neither of you would be doing anything particularly exciting. Both of you were already eager to return to the snuggle puddles held on your couch. As much as you hated it, these chores had been put off for long enough, and brushing them off further would only make them more of a pain.
“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, cyare. We will be home to each other soon. Now get your ass on that transport before they yell for last call,” Din cradles your head and swipes a thumb across your cheek, tapping your chin to get you to hurry along.
“Alright tin can, I’m gone,” you seal another quick kiss to the edge of the helmet and swiftly steal Grogu for one last toss into the air, spinning him around before settling him back into his carrier.
You spin on your heel and head straight for the transport. You know you’ve got no backbone. If you look back, you’re not sure if you can fight the urge to stay for the two sets of brown eyes waiting for you on the platform. The transport lurches right as you find a handle bar to grip onto, and through a ripple in the force, you know Din is holding up one of Grogu’s hands to wave goodbye.
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Changing your address across planetary systems was the biggest pain in the ass you’ve ever had to deal with. Order 66 included.
Perched on a set of marble steps at the heart of Naboo’s capital, you snack on a skewer before making plans to catch the next transport home. Your view of Naboo’s graceful sights was a mercy after so much grueling paperwork. It had been years since you had visited your home world, and although you wouldn’t dream of hesitating to settle down with Din (on a glorified lava rock), you felt a distant guilt for abandoning the part of your identity that was Naboo. The loose, artistic fashion of the women strolling by was the kind you had worn in your first days while traveling with Din. Raising Grogu meant that you remained deeply in touch with memories of your Jedi upbringing, but life on the Razor Crest wasn’t exactly suitable for the intricate morning routines of unique makeup and tedious hairstyles that Naboo had engrained into you. Traveling with a (highly wanted, fugitive) bounty hunter would have only brought harm to your silken gowns, although you were happy to part with them in favor of joining clan mudhorn. Circumstance had brought you aboard the Crest, but trust and the blossoms of something more had kept you there. That was more than enough to keep you satisfied.
Briefly, you wondered if Din would like to see you in some of the lighter gowns of your home world. At the thought of your husband, you realized you hadn’t received an update in a hot minute. Fishing for the datapad in your tote bag, you opened your inbox.
Two missed calls from Zeb. Three unread messages. Shit. The damn datapad didn’t notify you. You opened the messages, hoping it was just more pictures of Grogu messing with the buttons of some dashboard.
NEW MESSAGE FROM Zeb (chill asf) : “Ward’s got a new job for Mando. I’m flying. Estimate three days. Stay safe out there.”
NEW MESSAGE FROM Zeb (chill asf): “Mando headed to Nal Hutta unsanctioned. Outside of New Republic jurisdiction, that’s for sure. Not worried. Just letting you know. Stay safe.”
NEW MESSAGE FROM Zeb (chill asf): “Been a day. Haven’t heard from your Mando. You okay?”
NEW MESSAGE FROM Zeb (chill asf): “Mando off-grid. Unresponsive. What’s your move?”
The kebab skewer you held loosely between your fingers clattered to the marble flooring as you scrambled to gather your bearings. With your heartbeat skipping over itself and bile rising to sting the roof of your mouth, you held the back of your hand to your lips in a sorry attempt to hold hot, panicky tears at bay. What the hell were you going to do. He was fine, right? Din had to be fine, he always ended up fine no matter what situations you guys found yourselves in.
Except, of course, this time it wasn’t a situation you both were in. You were separated with entire planetary systems shoved between you two and no way of immediately knowing if your partner and your baby were okay.
No way in hell was this oversight on Din’s part. Din doesn’t just forget to comm in. Your husband isn’t sloppy. Din’s precision is his pride, down to the miniscule detail. Rising from your spot on the stairs, you typed out a response to Zeb with fumbling hands and a rising anger.
When the message is delivered, you discard the datapad and let it clatter to the ground. Your bag remains where it rests on the stairway.
You inhale two sharp, quick breaths. In this instant, on a planet that was once your home but now means so little compared to the Mandalorian and child you have claimed as family, you feel a tremble in the force. You become aware of Naboo’s damp breeze. An imbalance between the land and ocean of this planet. You catch the trail of a phantom scent – thickened jungles and blaster bolts. Beskar. Distress. Desperation. Grogu’s desperation. You hear a familiar whimper, and the force reveals to you a vision of your child with his hand raised, focused entirely on moving Din’s body into a crude mud shelter. A tomb.
You gasp and break into a swift sprint. Adrenaline carried you as your mind raced through the million possibilities of where your Mandalorian could be. You could feel the force singing in the corners of your senses are you wove between street intersections in search of transport. Your calved stung with the strain of suddenly hauling ass, and you couldn’t tell if your chest was caving from the exertion or the possibility of your Din being gone. Dashing through the coiling cobblestone streets of Nabo, your instincts awakened by the force mingled with your childhood muscle memory, delivering you to the nearest shipyard.
Eyes darting across the rows of parked aircraft in search of an easy steal, your hand subtly felt for the leather holster slung across your hips. Your lightsaber waited there patiently, seeming to hum in anticipation for the fight it would soon see. It had been a while since you’d needed to . . . borrow . . . a spacecraft, but you’d be damned if you waited for a transport to arrive on schedule before shipping you off to Nal Hutta.
You spotted a retired ship tucked near the far side of the hangar, just far enough out of sight to be inconvenient for any security droids to linger near. Sauntering around the ship, you acted as if you had entered the hangar out of sheer boredom by kicking an empty oil can across the ground. Ensuring no eyes were on you, you ducked into the hull of the ship.
Complete darkness engulfed the belly of the abandoned craft. Igniting your saber to illuminate the gut of the rotting ship, you were met with dusty wired and rusted floors.
Well shit. Whatever. If it could get you into hyperspace, it would do. You lifted the bandana around your neck to keep from breathing the stale air as you ventured deeper into the ship. You swept your surroundings for any squatters or security droids, rounding corners with precision in the way that Din had taught you. Your heart tugged at the thought of your Mandalorian, wherever the hell he may be.
You’d get him back. You’d get him home and smack him upside the helmet before you chew his ear off about his definition of “low stakes chores.”
Locating the cockpit, you fired up the engines with the flip of a few switches. Instinctively, you reached for the copilot’s chair to ensure Grogu was strapped in. The pang that struck your heart at his absence only fueled your determination to get them back. You had faced Gideon for your little family. You had seen what was left of the Empire, locked eyes with its brutal face, and still managed to settle down in a peaceful home. Sure, the nightmares you suffered were something serious. Dreaming of the darksaber in Gideon’s sick hands, dangerously close to Din’s throat, was never easy to come back from. Still, you’d gladly deal with the grief and panic, letting it melt away each night that Din shook you from your nightmares and held you until your breathing evened. You had fought so hard for this fragile future. There was no way you’d let a fuckass Hutt take it from you.
You knew the New Republic would tear you apart for what you were about to do. Whatever. You grit your teeth in preparation for the patrol wings that would surely be on your ass as soon as they detected your uncharted flight. Giving yourself no more time to think it through, you tugged the controls to pull the stolen ship up and out of the hangar.
If Din were here, you’d glance to his stoic helmet for reassurance that you were doing the right thing. He would hate your plan. He’d beg you to stay on Naboo, where it was safe and you could escape if need be. He would assure you that the kid would be taken care of. Din is going to be so pissed if you threw a tantrum in front of the Hutts just to find him. He would tell you to let him handle it and that this was the way.
As much as you loved him and his creed, you found that you didn’t quite care about the way. He had insisted on taking Grogu on their “boring errand,” and proceeded to leave you worried sick over whether they were even alive.
The Hutts could go to hell. So could the New Republic. While you’re at it, the Naboo postal service system could go to hell, too. You were doing this your way.
A/N: I'M BACKKKKKKK. if i write one more mando fic before giving other characters attention, put me down. but for now, we have a hozier lyric for the title and a dream.
i've been instructed to write a john walker fic (😔) for the summer season. . . but mama just started watching the bad batch . . . computer put these guys in the most angsty & torturous situation possible . .
🤎A/N: I'm more than aware of the fact that technically Logan can't really get sick, but I think him with the Flu would be hilarious so yeah.
🤎First things first, rarely and I mean rarely ever gets sick, maybe a total of five times in his two-hundred years of living has he gotten sick and they were all when he was a kid. He wouldn't even know how to properly handle it, you couldn't even blame him since his regenerative healing should stop the flu from getting to him, right? Apperantly not, you'd hear him hacking louder than he typically did in the early morning, he looked a tad pale and he was sniffling. You almost wanted to laugh, the sight of your surly, big, and rugged boyfriend shuffling around trying to hide the fact that he felt like shit. It even went further from just him hiding his illness, it was almost like he was in a deep state of denial. It seemed like he couldn't fathom what was happening, he probably thought the adamantium poisoning finally caught up with him.
🤎Expanding on the fact that he simply wouldn't accept the idea of him being sick... he would not take your personal space into account. Not only does he have an old-timey backwoods janky 1800s idea of medical practices, but he's also in denial. You'd be making him ginger tea, and suddenly you'd feel his strong arms wrap around your waist from behind. "Logan, get away you're gonna make me sick," You lightly pushed him away. "I'm not sick, just in a bit of a funk," He shook his head now standing at your side, way too close for comfort. He'd even go as far to try to convince you to lay beside him under the soft blanket you had given him to marinate his sickness in. You even came up with the brilliant idea of sticking him in quarantine in one of the air sealed rooms within Hanks lab to get him off of you.
🤎He'd refuse to go to the doctor, in general the man hates going to the hospital. He just doesn't see the point of him seeking medical attention, even just for a check up, acorrding to him two-hundred years of life experince was th equivenelt to doctorate in medical studies. Along with that, he'd also refuse to take any medicine you attemepted to give him "Nothing my body can't take care of," He'd say refering to simply just regenerating his health. You'd sigh to yourself as you snuck in mucinex into his food, the same way you had to with your pet dog when you were younger. In one moment it appeared as though that you didn't crush a pill quite enough and he noticed almost instantly, causing him to start asking quesitons.
🤎It would piss you off to no end when you caught him smoking one of his beloved cigars, despite the fact he was loudly having a coughing fit not even fifth-teen minutes earlier. "Hey put that out," You scolded him, trying to swipe the cigar out of his hand, him quickly dodging your hand. He'd also drink while being sick since of course he's an alcoholic as we all know. He'd insist that back in his day alcohol was the peak remedy for illnesses that he apprently didn't have, what he'd ignore was you telling him that back in his day the moment someone didn't feel good they'd ship them off to live in a village with a bunch of other sick people, and that everyone was sucking on pucks of lead to cure whatever was bothering them.
🤎Although he wouldn't admit that he was sick, he does secretly enjoy you taking care of him. Watching you brew up a cup of tea you both know he wouldn't drink, or you gently asking him for whatever his heart desires. The fantasy quickly ending the moment you yelled at him when he asked to have a cigar and a strong bottle of liquor. The only thing that could be better than you taking care of him would be you snuggling up with him under the warm blanket he has been under the entire day.
🤎His cold had only lasted two days, since his immune system could fight off the sickness much quicker than most. The moment he began to feel better he'd try to play an "I told you so" card which you weren't going to fall for. You knew he was sick, he knew he was sick, in fact the entire X-Mansion knew the man was sick, and his quick recovery gave him the worst ego boost of all time. "I told you it was nothing," He shrugged giving you a smug smile.
END
A/N: Just a quick little headcannons post I thought up tonight! 🤎
•.🖤to me, you're like a growing addiction that i can't deny🖤.•
🖤Anakin Skywalker x jinn!reader
🖤enemies to lovers
part one: ☆🖤if you weren't mine i'd be jealous of your love🖤☆
🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
A/N: proofread but not the best.
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“Have you no decorum?” You scolded Anakin as the two of you entered the elevator. A meeting had just ended and Anakin decided it was his responsibility to make it clear to a flirtatious senator to not even think about getting close to you.
“You must’ve seen the way he was looking at you, as if you were something to be claimed” He shook his head avoiding eye contact with you, Anakin was more than aware of the fact that you couldn’t stand it when he got jealous.
“The way he looks at me doesn’t matter Anakin, you can’t just get all possessive like that and then try to pass it off as you reminding whomever about the Jedi code, the same Jedi code we’re currently breaking.” You stressed leaning against the wall of the elevator.
“Technically it’s not against the code to fall in love, a select amount of it is up for interpretation,” He shrugged finally meeting his eyes with yours.
“You’re right it’s not, possessive attachments are, and based off your behavior you can’t tell the difference between the two,” You said angrily, you weren’t exactly mad at him, more so frustrated. You loved Anakin, you really did, but his possessiveness could not go unnoticed by you and anyone else with eyes, if he kept it up it wouldn’t be long before people began to connect dots.
“I’m sorry, I truly am, I’m new to this… we’re both new to this and I am trying my best,” He moved closer to you resting his hands on your forearms. “I just- the way he was looking at you, I just couldn’t contain myself. He should know he can’t just look at you like your his,” He cupped your cheek, a borderline crazy look in his eyes.
“Anakin, just because we can’t display our love for each other doesn’t mean our love is any less precious or meaningful,” You leaned into his touch. “I am yours and you are mine, but we also must exist as individuals just as we had before, this” You continued
“Before this we hated each other, or at the very least pretended to, now that I’m with you and we’ve established our feelings for one another, the idea of hating you is outlandish,” He leaned closer, clearly suggesting some sort of physical reconciliation.
“It is exhausting, the pretending….you’re the only person I want to be with, you’re aware of that right?” You sighed, looking down slightly, then looking back up at Anakin, you could see the brief hesitation in his eyes.
“Yes, I know” He nodded clearly not completely convinced.
“Hey,” You whispered softly before placing your hands on his shoulders and planting a gentle yet passionate kiss on his lips. He almost instantly gave into the kiss, positioning his hands firmly on your lower hips. The kiss quickly grew passionate, to the point you were sure the both of you could barely breath.
"Wait, I think," You pulled away trying to save your integrity that could be lost the moment the elevator doors opened. Anakin on the other hand had no regard for such, he connected his lips back to yours pressing you against the elevator wall. His grip only grew tighter, you wanted to stop him, what the two of you were doing was reckless, and ill mannered, yet you couldn't bring yourself to stop the act. In fact you wanted to take it further, you began to undo the binding of Anakins Jedi robe, which caused his to freeze for a split second before going back to ravishing your mouth. While you and Anakins relationship only became more and more passionate by day the two of you haven't quite made it direcet intercourse, the fear of being caught stopping you most of the time.
Just as you were about to completly unravel his robe you heard the dreaded sound of a ding come from the elevator, the door quickly opening. The two of you scrambled away from each other attempting to look as presentable as possible, your heart dropped into your ass as you saw Obi-Wan stroll into the elevator, postioning himself between you and Anakin. You were sure Anakin felt as nervous has you did, while he tried to discreatly adjust himself in his pants, evidently failing.
"Hello master," Anakin said sounding slightly out of breath, before dropping his head, looking at the ground.
"Anakin...Y/N" Obi-Wan nodded in acknowledgement to the both of you. A sense of shame and guilt washed over you, as Obi-Wan looked at you with a subtle puzzled look before shifting his eyes towards Anakin who was doing everthing in his power to avoid eye contact with him. "I'm quite suprised the two of you managed to co-exist in the same elevator," Obi-Wan said in a slightly sarcastic tone, he was on to you and Anakin and you simply couldnt have that.
"Well, trust me I tried to avoid it," You folded your arms trying to make it seem like you an Anakin possibly were arguing before he had entered the elevator. Your sudden change in demor made Anakin finally look up and turn to you, he looked like you had just said the most preposterous thing he had ever heard. His terrible lack of a poker face nearly made you passout as you saw Obi-Wan look at Anakin with squinted eyes and then looked at you with he same puzzzled yet suspicious expression.
As the elevator slowly came to a hault the doors opened once again, in walked the same senator that couldn't contain himself from flirting with you. It took about two seconds for Anakins face to shift from baffled to pissed, like really pissed. Of couse much to your displeasure the senator decided to stand directly behind you, his eyes burning into the back of your head.
"Y/N Jinn was it?" the senator said placing a hand on your shoulder. You were sure Obi-Wan could sense the anger and jealously burning inside of Anakin.
"Yes," You smiled while keeping a dismissve tone in order to keep your boyfriend at bay.
"By chance are you related to Qui Gon Jinn?" He pressed squeezing himself between you and Obi-Wan.
"Yes, he was my older brother," You said quietly, you didnt talk about Qui Gon often, as proud as you were to be his younger sibling the reminder that he was gone ate away at you. Most people knew better than bring him up much around you, the only person you could really talk to about your brother was Obi-Wan after all he knew him best.
"Such a shame, what happened to him. I had actually met him a handful of times, a good man. They never did find Mauls body did they? Hm let's hope hes good for gone then huh?" He rambled on.
"I believe you should watch your words, senator. Darth Maul is dead, that is that," Anakin spat out, his hands clenched into fists. The idea of the man who killed your brother still being out there haunted you. Of course you trusted that Obi-Wan killed him just as everyone said he did, but you never truly thought about how Mauls body was never found, most of the time when a Sith or Jedi dies the body is retrieved to be burried or burned.
"Anakin, you will fix your tone and choice of words when addressing the senator." Obi-Wan said sternly, all while keeping an understanding look in his eyes. No one other than Obi-Wan knew how much Qui Gons death had effected you growing up. You were only nine years old when a then twenty-five year old Obi-Wan had to sit you down and explain to you that your dear brother was gone. That your guidance and primary guardian had been murdered by a Sith Lord during an intense battle. You were never quite the same after than day, you had even told Obi-Wan that you wished to be the one to take Mauls life when you were ten years old. Of course he told you not to say that or internalize thoughts of such a dark nature which only angered you further, who was he to tell you not to desire to avenge the person you loved the most. That night you pined on what Obi-Wan had told you, deeply trying to understand why the desire to seek revenge for your brother was bad. That was the same night you saw your brother again, he came to you, very directly. You had heard tales of force ghosts but you never thought you'd actually see one. Your brother seemed so at peace with his fate despite the brutality of it, he told you there was no use of polluting your mind with thoughts of revenge and murder all in the name of anger, especially since there was nothing you could do about, Maul was dead, Obi-Wan was safe, and Qui Gon would always be there to watch over you.
"Sentor, I assure you Darth Maul is dead, there is nothing to be concerned about," Obi-Wan adressed the sentor, although he said this while looking directly into you eyes, in a way assuring you that Maul was gone, for good.
"You're quite right, General Kenobi, after all you were the one who slayed the sick fool," the senator laughed. "Y/N surely you do not take offense to my curiosity about your brother, or frankly my curiosity about you, you're a quite beautiful young lady just look at you," He looked you up and down, you could tell his "concern" about you being offended wasn't genuine, more so just to seem considerate. Anakin looked as if he was about to explode, or ignite his lightsaber and begin to swing away.
"She's not a lady, she's a Jedi and I'm sure you couldn't offend her if you tried," Anakin interjected failing to mask the anger in his voice. A grimace grew on Obi-Wans face over the sentors awkward flirting and over Anakins poorly hidden possessiveness.
"It's fine, I've learned to be with at peace with the loss of my brother," You mumbled quietly. You felt and intense sense of relief when you heard the elevator ding allowing the four of you to exit the small box. Before Anakin could follow behind you Obi-Wan quickly dragged him into a corner, needing to discuss his recent behavior.
"Anakin you cannot just simply speak to government officials anyway you want just because you can't control your possessive impulses," Obi-Wan shook his head in disbelief.
"Possessive? I'm not sure what you mean by that Master, I simply wanted him to stop ranting about the death of Qui Gon in front of his little sister," Anakin reasoned, only telling the partial truth.
"You have been acting out much before Qui Gon was brought into the conversation, I was under the impression I got through to you when we had a similar discussion to this back on Hoth," Obi-Wan stressed.
"What does this have to do with Hoth," Anakin played dumb, forgetting his master knew better. Obi-Wan stared at him, a blank expression on his face, he almost looked deflated. Probably due to the fact that his former student thought that he was blind as a bat. Obi-Wan was more than aware of Anakins feelings for you and only partially aware of the fact that you reciprocated Anakins feelings for you, you always were a tad harder for him to read.
"Anakin, I do not approve of the behavior you exibit whenever someone enjoys Y/Ns company more than you'd like them to," Obi-Wan said very directly hoping to get through to Anakin this time. But upon closer inspection he realized Anakin wasn't actually looking him in the eyes, instead Anakins gaze went past Obi-Wans shoulder and directly to where you were standing currently being held verbally hostage by the same senetor that wouldn’t shut up about your dead brother. "Anakin, are you listening to me?" Obi-Wan shifted his stance blocking Anakins veiw of you.
"Of course I am master," He groaned, running a hand through his hair. Anakin struggled to avert his eyes from where you were, he hated it, he hated seeing you fake smile and nod at the man you previously brought up the most traumatizing event of your childhood as if it were the plot to a book. You never fake laughed at his jokes, you either kept a striaght face or you broke out in laughter clutching your stomach with your hands while you stuggles to breath. That was one of his favorite sights to see when it was just the two of you.
Anakins trance was quickly broken when he saw the senator cup your cheek giving it lights stroke. He could see the discomfort on your face, as you tried to respectfully pull away from the senators touch. Without even thinking Anakin began to walked over towards you clearly fuming. Obi-Wan firmly grabbed his by the shoulder making an attempt to stop him before Anakin shook his hand off of him. The look in Anakins eyes was a forgien sight to you, you had seen him upset before but not this upset.
"Excuse me for one moment senator," You smiled, beginning to head over the hallway fully intending for Anakin to follow right behind you. Luckily he understood what you were doing, as he followed behind you. The moment the two of you were alone you grabbed onto Anakin forcing him to look you in the eyes. "You need to calm down," You shook your head. "This relationship, if you can call it one is going down a road I refuse to participate in," You huffed.
"I just, I don't like the way he was speaking to you," Anakin muttered
"I was handling it Ani," You tightened your grip on his arms shaking him back a forth a bit. "I'm beginning to get exhausted from having conversations like this,"
"He shouldn't speak to you that way," He deadpanned. "I remember... I remember the state you were in after Qui Gon died. It was the first time we ever met, you were so quiet, and then you were angry and hostile. I swore you hated me, hated everyone for that matter." He whispered taking a step closer to you. "At the time I couldn't understand why you hated me, I wanted to be your friend, we were the same age after-all, but you turned me away, so many times. Eventually I stopped caring... if you were to hate me, I was to hate you. But now, that you've given me your affection, and attention, I cant go without it and seeing someone else receive it provokes a side of me I can't seem to control." He softly ranted, slowly closing the gap between the two of you. You were more than aware of how irrational he sounded, it was a slightly unnerving to hear him express this verbally. Maybe it was his evident dedication to you, or his desire to defend you that was enough to make you look past the obvious warning signs.
"I will work on it, controlling my emotions that is, I'll do it for us," He promised before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. You opened your mouth to respond be before you could even get a word out you heard Obi-Wans voice.
"The two of you do understand how inappropriate this is, correct," He scoled both of you, causing Anakin to take a couple steps away from you.
"This is not what it appears to be," Anakin stuttered.
"Oh? Then would you care to explain what this is?" Obi-Wan motioned between you and Anakin.
"You see, Y/N had began to feel emotional after discussing her brother, I was simply comforting her," Anakin said unconvincingly although he wasn't completely lying.
"He tells the truth Obi-Wan, you and I both know I don't particularly care for speaking about Qui Gon, especially with strangers," You faked a sorrowful voice. You could tell Obi-Wan wasn't totally buying you and Anakins act. With good reason, why would two people who don't like each other be comfoting one another.
"You both need to engange in the paratice of self control." He shook his head looking at you and Anakin in disappointment before turing the oppiste direction and walking away.
"Will do!" You called out enthusiastically, with a teasing tone. Anakin turned to you with a slight bewildered look, before you leaned in placing a kiss on his lips, not even checking to see if the coast as clear.
"Anakin!" Obi-Wan called out from down the hall, thankfully what you were currently doing was out of sight from him. You sighed as he pulled away from you leaving to follow Obi-Wans voice.
"Wait, one more for the road," You quietly laughed pulling him back towards you for one more kiss.
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A/N: Part two as requested lmk if there shoudl be a part three! sorry it's shorter than part one!!!
☆🖤if you weren't mine i'd be jealous of your love🖤☆
🖤Anakin Skywalker x Jinn!reader
🖤enemies to lovers
🖤part two: •.🖤to me, you're like a growing addiction that i can't deny🖤.•
AN: tbh not proof read feel free to point out any errors!!!
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"Its quite the mission for the three of you it won't be easy," Master Mace Windu explained taking a seat in front of you.
"I'm sorry Master I don't mean to interrupt, but what exactly do you mean "three"?" you wrinkled your eyebrows briefly scanning the meeting room to see if there was anyone else other than you and Master Windu.
"That's right, three, You, Master Kenobi, and of course Master Skywalker" Not even intentionally you let out a soft groan the moment you heard the last syllable of the name "Skywalker" leave his mouth. While you have always liked maybe even loved Obi-Wan, due to the fact he was your older brother, Qui Gon Jinns Padawan all those years ago. On the other hand his own former Padawan, Anakin seemed to be your own personal headache. He was irritating beyond reason, he was reckless, impatient, and careless all things you weren't.
"With all due respect Master," You began before Windu quickly cut you off.
"Yes I'm aware of the hostility between you and Master Skywalker, but I expect you, a young promising Jedi master to put your differences aside with Master Skywalker," Master Windu said sternly, making you regret the protest your were about to voice. You wondered why the hell he wasn't saying this to Anakin considering he's the more stubborn one between the both of you. "And I've already discussed this Master Skywalker, since you were so concerned about him not having this knowledge as well," He said opening the door, a silent signal for you to leave the room. You opened your mouth, not sure what to say before quickly shutting it, giving Master Windu a quick nod, and making a quick exit with the mission files in your hand.
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At your lunch hour you sat peacefully by yourself in the hectic mess hall to enjoy your meal and go over your mission files. You were a bit disappointed to learn that the mission would take place on the planet Hoth, an icy, cold, barren wasteland. You never exactly had the best tolerance for the cold, especially the dry, rough cold that was found on Hoth. The mission would be stressful, not just because of Anakin but also due to the people you'd have to deal with. Apparently, some nobody bounty hunter clan had somehow gotten his hands on the Prince of Hynestia Prime and has been keeping him in an abandoned ship that had been crash-landed decades ago. The mission was lacking a great amount of information, you knew you would have to mentally prepare yourself to insure no stone remained unturned on the site. Right as you were about to open your journals to jot down any possible game plans you could sense Obi-Wan sit down across from you.
"Obi-Wan," You said nonchalantly, not even looking up from the files. Obi-Wan had known you since you were born, at that point he had been your older brothers Padawan for around three years. After your brother passed Obi-Wan became sort of an older brother to you, despite not being the one to train you into being a Jedi Knight.
"I want to speak to you about the mission, and that our priority will the princes safety," He began. "Not causing any sort of, commotion with your team," You hated when he talked to you as if you were a child still, you knew exactly what he was implying, that you would cause some sort of argument with Anakin and mess up the mission.
"Why don't you tell this to him? He's the argumentative one, he's the one who still needs you to baby sit him on every mission," You scoffed stabbing your fork into your meal. You could hear Obi-Wan let out a long exhale causing you to look up. He moved his fingers onto his face, pinching the top of his nose.
"Well then you'd be happy to know that Master Windu and have I already sat down with Anakin and discussed this very matter with him," He reasoned.
"And what'd he say," You raised an eyebrow, already knowing Anakin must have been less susceptible to the topic.
"He said that he'd cooperate with you only if you don't attempt to dictate the mission, his words not mine," Obi-Wan shook his head. Of course, leave it to Anakin to make an unnecessary jab at you just to seem right.
"Well then tell him to attempt to form at least one coherent thought before getting us killed tomorrow, my words not yours" You rolled your eyes getting up from the table, will all your belongings in hand.
"I am not going to play messenger for the two of you, Y/N," Obi-Wan shook his head getting up for the table as well.
"I know, I know," You said giving him a soft smile before exiting the mess hall.
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The morning of the mission, you decided to make your way to the ship around an hour early to get yourself situated, unfortunately for you the ship wasn't empty. The moment you stepped on the ramp you could sense Anakin and you were sure he could sense you, he was already set up in the pilots seat, the exact spot you planned on sitting in.
"You're late" He said looking over his shoulder watching you walk up the ramp and towards to cockpit.
"I'm early actually," You said taking out your mission plan spread sheet.
"Early is on time on time is late" He saids smugly rotating the chair to face you.
"We literally are both early so either way I’m not late," You rolled your eyes, over his lack of logic. "And if I'm late then your dear baby-sitter is very late," You scoffed taking a seat next to him.
"I don't have a baby-sitter," It sounded like he was trying to convince himself that you weren't right. But he knew deep down there was a reason he never got to go on mission without Obi-Wan or why he wasn't able to have a Padawan of his own quite yet. "You don't even have a Padawan yet," He said defensively, side eyeing you.
"You're right I don't have one , because I'm not a babysitter," You laughed knowing you were managing to get under Anakins skin. "Speaking of babysitters," You beamed, seeing Obi-Wan entering the ship.
"Have the two of you started already?" Obi-Wan groaned feeling the tension between you and Anakin in the ship.
"No, no we're getting along just fine, promise," You clarified giving Anakin a half sarcastic and half genuine smile. You and Anakins disdain for each other wasn't exactly the most reasonable thing. Not only did the two of you feel like you had to compete with each other due to the fact you were the same age but also that you guys were totally different styles. Anakin was more spontaneous, or as you saw rash, and erratic, while you were more strategic, or as Anakin saw you as pushy, and apprehensive. Yet you'd never tell each other the fact that you both still held each other in a high regard and could acknowledge the fact that you were both good at your jobs despite you’re differences.
Obi-wan walked between the two of you, setting the ships course to Hoth. He gently signaled for Anakin to move to another seat, much to your surprise he didn't put up any sort of protest as he gave up the seat to his master. He made a not so subtle glance towards you, while moving to the center console, clearly daring you to make a comment on Obi-Wan not letting him be the missions pilot. You debated in your whether you should tease him on the subject, but decided against it when you felt Anakins gaze burning into the side of your face.
"....Can I help you with something?" You raised an eyebrow slowly turning your head to face him, he quickly looked away, poorly trying to play off the fact that he was staring at you. Clearly he was trying to figure out some way to get you out of the co-pilot seat via the force, but for some reason it didn't seem to be working this time. Now you were curious, what the hell kind of stunt was he trying to pull? With you being lost in thought you caught yourself briefly staring at Anakin, just the way he was looking at you. It only took a couple seconds of you gazing at him for his eyes to meet yours, you could see his jaw clench right before you rolled your eyes and looked away. You could feel that his gaze didn't leave you after you had looked away, but this time the stare didn't feel judgmental, it felt more like he was studying you like he was trying to figure out a puzzle.
"Well I hope the two of you are prepared, this mission won't be easy," Obi-Wan began, causing Anakin to tear his gaze away from you. "From my understanding there's not many guards outside the base, the but inside is riddled with droids, so you must keep a sharp eye out," He continued while starting up the ship.
"Of course Master, vigilance will be our priority," Anakin nodded glancing at you waiting for you to make a gesture of agreement, causing you to give a reluctant "mhmm".
"Well since that's all sorted out I sketched out a pretty good plan to get in and get out as fast as possible," You nodded over to the spread sheet you had left on the small table in the ship. You could hear Anakin let out a quiet groan at the fact that you wanted to go into a mission with a well thought out plan.
"Surely you don't think that's completely necessary right?" He questioned in a condescending tone, the smugness in his face lit up a fire in the pit of your stomach. The anger it caused you was not the Jedi way, which is exactly why you had to bite your tongue in order to stop you from seriously giving him a verbal lashing.
"I'll take a look at it," Obi-Wan spoke up giving you a soft smile, "You will too" He turned to Anakin, a scowl on his face. You could see the defeat take over Anakins face, he looked at you with a faint sheepish expression on his face. You could see his eyes scan your face, resting his vision on the lower have of your head, before forcing himself to get up and look at your spread sheet.
"We should probably set up a recovery kit for the prince right? I mean we don't exactly know what kind of state he might be in when we rescue him," You suggested, you weren't exactly the most familiar with the people of Hynestia Prime, but you did know that it was a tundra planet so the bitter coldness of Hoth shouldn't be effecting the prince to harshly.
"That sounds like a good idea, everything you'll need is in MedBay next to storage unit three, Anakin assist her with such," Obi-Wan said begging to guide the ship toward the atmosphere of Coruscant. Anakin gave a sharp look at his Obi-Wan before strarting the short walk to the medical unit with you following closely behind. When the two of you made it inside the room, Anakin began to grab just anything that was within arms reach.
"Why would he need a cold pack if he's currently being held on a barren ice planet, if anything he's gonna need a heat pack," You shrugged putting the cold pack back from where Anakin grabbed it.
"You're being impossible to deal with and you don't even want to be around me, I don't even know why I'm helping you, this was your idea," Anakin sighed shoving the things he grabbed back onto the shelves they were found.
"It's not that I don't want to be around you, you just make it hard to want to be around, but I'm trying my best at least," You mumbled, beginning to grab the items you would actually need. "And for the record you're helping me because your baby-sitter is making you, or maybe you don't hate being around me either," You shrugged.
"It's because of Obi-Wan," He deadpanned quickly making his way out the MedBay with the items you picked out in his arms. Although he left abruptly you could smell the his scent still lingering in the room, he smelt of ash, leather, and amber an intoxicating combination, despite who it came from. You began to trail behind Anakin picking up some gauze he dropped on his way to set the medical supplies down, before the ship suddenly began to shake. It wasn't the average turbulence that three of you were used to, this was much more severe.
"There's an asteroid field, completely uncharted our sensors didn't even pick it up till now," Obi-Wan yelled from the cockpit, while maneuvering the ship around the cluster of asteroids. Some of the asteroids were the size of moons, flying past the ship nearly hitting it. You made an attempt at planting your feet into the ground to avoid falling over, but one particular asteroid came flying towards the ship causing Obi-Wan to roughly swing the controls in the opposite direction, almost turning the ship on its side. Your ankles gave out making you stumble across the hall, nearly sending you to the ground before you felt your body being hoisted up by a tight grip on your waist which slightly lifted up your robe. His scent alone already let you know it was Anakin holding on to you like his life depended on it. Your back was firmly pressed up against his chest, that you could feel was slowly rising and falling. His grip around you was almost painful and had a cold sensation against your skin due to his metal hand, but you couldn't bring yourself to protest against it after the ship shifted greatly again. The two of you stayed in the position watching Obi-Wan successfully guide the ship out of the asteroid field, giving you all a sense of release. You could feel Anakins grip on your waist begin to relax, yet to remove either of his hands from your body, in fact you swore you could almost feel his gloved thumb softy rub up and down on your bare skin. You almost allowed yourself relax into his touch, and take in his scent before really realizing who you were leaning up against and who had their hands protectively wrapped around you.
You drew your elbow out slightly, preparing to elbow him in the stomach, but before you could jam it towards him, one of his hands left your waist and stopped the motion of your arm. You turned you head up to him giving him a look of disgust that quickly faltered once you saw the disappointed look in his eyes, like a porg that's been kicked too many time. But those expressions didn't work on you, or at least that's what you'd like to think. You tore yourself from his hold adjusting your robe to cover your midriff from staying exposed, you figured it would be best to disregard the semi intimate exchange you just had with Anakin.
"Obi-Wan, how long will it be till we get to Hoth?" You asked taking a seat next him.
"Once we make the jump to light-speed it will be just a moment," He replied pushing the gear to send the ship into an incredible speed, bright stripes flooding your vision. And just like that you could see the beaming white planet before you, you marveled at the site until you noticed a black gloved hand appear next to yours his scent once again flooding your space. He was basically hovering over you, his body leaning over yours as if there was no where else he could sit or stand the feeling of his body looming over yours, making you feel warm.
"Do you mind?" You chided glaring up at him, waiting for him to move out of your space.
"No, not at all really," He assured, with a smug look on his face.
"Well, I'm going to go over the plan one more time before we land," You stood up, the top of your head bumping Anakins chin causing him to let out a subtle groan, probably making him bite his tongue. As you began reading your game plan Anakin took your old seat next to Obi-Wan.
"I'm not exactly sure what you have going on but I suggest you quit trying to agitate her," Obi-Wan advised giving Anakin a side eye.
"How do you know she's the not the one to agitate me, she just bumped into me on purpose," He shook his head at the accurate assumption that Obi-Wan had.
"She bumped into you because you were over her Anakin, I don't need you bothering her when were about to go into a mission," Obi-Wan breathed out, while angling the ship down towards the planet.
"You've always favored her master," Anakin said softly attempting to play the pity card.
"As do you, compared to everyone else at the very least," Obi-Wan responded ominously.
"Im not sure what you mean by that," Anakin played dumb, Obi-Wan wasn't clueless, he noticed when Anakin would look at you when he thought no one was looking, and he noticed when you stood closer than normal to Anakin whenever you got the chance to despite the fact you were both too deluded to notice yourselves.
"Brace yourselves for landing," Obi-Wan said loudly, settling the ship in a secluded area.
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As the three of you managed to sneak into the large abandoned ship, it was suspiciously empty, no droids, no soldiers, not even a sound was in the ship.
"Where do you think they could be keeping the Prince," You whispered looking over at Obi-Wan.
"This is an older storage vessel, not the most secure way to keep a prisoner, yet there are many rooms he could be in," He looked around "Here take this, it show you heat sources near you, use it to find the prince," Obi-Wan said quickly handing you a small device that looked similar to a GPS. "I'm sure there are soldiers tucked away around here, Anakin and I will deal with them, you go find the prince" Obi wan instructed. You nodded, powering on the device and quietly scampered down the hall beginning your search for the prince.
After going through several empty storage bunkers and taking down several, droids and soldiers you final found the Prince. His arms and legs bound together with rope, and his eye covered with a line of cloth. Other than his body being restricted he didn't seem to be in bad shape other than a couple cuts and bruises. The sound of your entering the room clearly set him into a panic, as you watched him try to wiggle away from you as much as he could without using his arms or legs.
"Hey, hey it's ok I'm Y/N Y/LN I'm a Jedi, I've been sent to rescue you," You said softly putting your arm on his shoulder. It took him a moment to fully relax and allow you to remove the bindings on his body. It almost left you speechless as he looked at you with pleading eyes. "What's your name," You asked gently trying to bring down any concern that might be harboring underneath his face.
"Thane, my name is Thane" He whispered leaning closer to pulling you into a hug. It felt quite awkward embracing a stranger in such a way but you knew it was no time to deny comfort.
"Ok Prince Thane, let's get you out of here," You smiled rubbing his back tenderly. Just as you were about to help him up you hear the metal door slide open behind you, you could sense it was Obi-Wan but of course Thane couldn't which caused him to cower into your arms.
"He seems fine just a couple of scratches is all," You told Obi-Wan who was about to offer the prince a hand up. "It's ok he's a friend of mine," You assured Thane who trusted your word and took Obi-Was hand all while staying with you. You, Thane, and Obi-Wan could hear the sound of a lightsaber swinging close by, which caused him to go back into your arms, you were basically cradling him at this point stroking his back for comfort. Until Anakin entered the room, calm and collected despite clearly having just fought off either soldiers or droids with weapons. His face changed from confident, to confused and somewhat displeased when his gaze fell upon the sight of you holding Thane.
"Don't worry, just another friend of mine" You sighed looking over at Anakin. "He seems pretty shaken up we should get out of here," You told Obi-Wan who was currently looking down the hall.
"Indeed we should, Y/N, Anakin, escort the prince out the west wing it the safest passage, I will meet you there with the ship," He stated before giving you both a nod and making his way down the east wing where the ship was parked.
"Ok Thane, we have to go now, so I need you to let me go, ok?" You tried to ask as gently as possible, not wanting to make him feel like a burden. A whimper escaped the prince's mouth, seemingly over the fact that he had to let you go. You could hear Anakin scoff at the prince's neediness, which made you shoot daggers at him with your eyes.
Eventually after two more minutes of coaxing him the prince finally let you go allowing you and Anakin to begin to escort him to the west wing. The trip was going well until you ran into a small group of droids, you tried to draw your lightsaber but was quickly stopped by Thane once again tightly wrapping himself around you, leaving Anakin to fend for the group by himself. Luckily due to Anakins great skill it was no struggle to take out a couple of droids, but it did piss him off to see how the prince wouldn't stop clinging onto you.
"I understand being scared, but you can't just wrap yourself around her whenever something happens," He rolled his eyes as he retracted his saber. He didn't just sound irritated, there was something else to his demeanor that displayed obvious discomfort. The way he'd glare, not at you, but at the prince whenever he'd cling onto you or call your name for comfort.
Thankfully when you made it to the exist of the west wing Obi-Wan already there with the ship.
"What took you so long," He scolded looking towards Anakin for an answer,
"We ran into so droids, and your Royale highness here, just had to grab onto to Y/N," Anakin retorted stomping onto the ship. You could see the confusion on Obi-Wan face after Anakin has entered the ship, he looked toward you for some kind of explanation that you yourself did not have, all you could do was shrug in response and help Thane into the ship.
"Here I have some stuff you patch you up," You smiled gesturing for him to sit down by the table with medical supply on it. Without you even asking Thane slipped his shirt off exposing possibly the galaxys smallest cut on his chest. All you could so was give him a soft smile as his eyes darted down to his chest and back at you, clearing wanting ou to give it some sort of assistant although it would clearly heal on its own in about two days.
You dabbed some alcohol on a cotton pad and gently dabbed it on his cut, causing him to make an over-dramatic wince. You could see in the corner of your eye that Anakin was glaring at him hard, not making any sort of effort to hide his unreasonable disdain for the prince.
"You should be good as new within the next two days." You said tossing the cotton ball into the small trash can next to you.
"You don't need to examine the rest of me for anything?" He prodded, giving you a look that made you cringe inside.
"Uh, no, you should be fine," You stated, turning away from the prince and towards Anakin and Obi-Wan.
"So exactly how far away are we from Hynestia Prime?' You sat down next to Anakin, breaking his stare of hatred towards the prince.
"Not very long, but I suggest one of you remain keeping the prince company, he doesn't seem to be in the right headspace," Obi-Wan suggested, looking between both you and Anakin.
"Well, Y/N he seems to have taken a liking to you, so..." Anakin said bitterly looking at you as if you've wronged him.
"What's your problem?" You grimaced, looking at the clearly agitated look on his face, of course you were familiar with the dynamic between the two of you, but this seemed different from your usual bickering.
"Do you ever ask yourself that I might be upset or- actually, never mind, it doesn't even matter," He stood up, storming down the corridor of the ship, leaving both you and Obi-Wan in shock and confusion.
"Y/N, start and launch the ship. I need to speak with Anakin," Obi-Wan said lowly, before getting up and going down the path Anakin had taken. No matter how many times you've seen Obi-Wan reprimand Anakin ever since he was a padawan, you were never able to get used to him being seriously upset, and acting on it at that.
Obi-Wan spotted Anakin sitting on the floor, his back against the wall of the ship, clearly there was something eating at him deep inside,
"Anakin, what has gotten into you?" He scowled, looking at his former student in disappointment.
"You saw the way he kept touching her right, clinging onto her like a scared child," Anakin shook his head getting more and more irritated by just restating what had happened.
"And why have you become so deeply concerned with how the prince behaves around Y/N?" Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow, he wasn't blind. He always had a sneaking suspicion that you and Anakin both had been harboring feelings for each other that you tried to hide and deny with fake hostility towards each other.
"She's a Jedi, attachments are strictly forbidden as one, and he needs to respect that." He seethed brushing his hair out of his face.
"And what attachment is she forming, Anakin? The prince had been kidnapped to be used as a pawn, it's not completely unreasonable for her to be willing to comfort him." Obi-Wan explained.
"He seems to want to form an attachment with her." Anakin said as he stood up.
"As a Jedi, I don't believe she will reciprocate such a thing," Obi-Wan put his hand on Anakins shoulder, giving him a stern but reassuring look. The two of them began to walk back to the cockpit, as Obi-Wan thought to himself to rekindle this conversation later, specifically on Anakins lack of emotional regulation.
You tried your best to give equal attention to piloting the ship and Thane, who was currently sitting next to you and badgering you with questions about yourself, before you heard Obi-Wan and Anakin approaching from behind you.
"Are you feeling ok?" You asked softly, turning around to face Anakin, who was currently avoiding eye contact with you.
"Only a tad bit better," Thane shrugged, believing the question was for him for whatever reason.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I was asking Anakin," You said kindly, brushing Thane off.
Anakin looked at you with a blank face before, gesturing his head towards the MedBay, where the two of you had an exchange earlier. Typically, you would've told him to piss off, but without any hesitation, you stood up from your seat and began to walk towards the MedBay with him. Obi-Wan also stayed silent, quickly taking over the pilot's seat for you.
Once the two of you made it to the room, Anakin quickly closed the door behind you, giving you an intense look, to the point it was almost intimidating.
"Why are you looking at me like that," You sighed backing up a bit.
"Like what?" Anakin asked, with an almost manic look on his face.
"Like you're going to do something stupid," You grimaced. "I just wanna know what your deal is." You crossed your arms. The way he was looking at you was borderline overstimulating, giving you a rush of all sorts of emotions, spanning from concerned to relieved to confused.
"As a Jedi, I need to be able to control my emotions. When I'm around you, it becomes too difficult." He moved closer to you.
"Right, so you can't control your disdain for me? Did this really need to be a conversation?" You rolled your eyes. This didn't break him, though; he began to lean in, awkwardly and quite unnaturally, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. It was confusing and abrupt, it didn't even occur to you to hug him back. The hug didn't feel tender, it felt possessive, like you allowing him to hug you affirmed something for him inside. You finally brought yourself to hug him back, rubbing his back the way you did to Thane.
"Don't touch me back, if you don't truly mean it," Anakin mumbled into the crook of your neck.
"Just this once, ok?" You rested your head on his broad shoulder. Your breath hitched as he squeezed you tighter, "Anakin..." You began attempting to break the embrace.
"No, just... no one has to know," He raised his head, looking into your eyes.
"It's not that it's, if we don't stop now, I won't be able to just walk away, and you know its to be forbidden for us." You shook your head, taking another step back, pressing yourself against the wall of the MedBay.
"I'll let you go, and you can walk away, only if you can look me in the eyes and tell me that this is wrong, that us, you and I, should keep up the charade of hating each other," He confessed, unwrapping his arms from around you in order to hold your hands.
"If anyone were to find out"
"They won't"
You couldn't say no, was it the look in his eyes? Or was it the proclamation of love you subconsciously had been waiting for? You noticed his gaze drop to your lips, his expression desperate, eagerly waiting for the green light to take what he had been craving for years.
"Go ahead," You granted playfully, rolling your eyes, with out a second left to spare, he quickly rushed his lips to yours, fulfilling a much-needed release for the both of you.
Your foreheads rested on each other, both of you breathing heavily, as the realization of what had just happened sank in for both of you. Not only did you break the Jedi code but you also put both of your careers in major jeopardy.
"When we leave this room, if that prince touches you one more time-" Anakin shook his head
"Hey, relax, your jealously has been suffocating me ever since we made it off of Hoth," You smiled softly punching his shoulder.
"I am jealous, you are mine and I am yours, it'd kill me to see you end up with him," He stated oh so matter of factly.
"Right... well, we should probably head back before Obi-Wan starts getting suspicious," You suggested, making a conscious choice to ignore the red flags that Anakin just displayed.
"Why would he be suspicious?" Anakin looked at you, genuinely confused.
"He's not blind, Anakin, he can tell when you two people like each other, especially two people he's known since they were children," You explained, walking into the main hall of the ship. "So practice your poker face, you look like someone just won the lotter," You smiled before deadpanning you're face, with Anakin quickly copying.
"I'm hoping the two of you manage to resolve any conflict you had with each other," You could hear Obi-Wan say from the pilots seat before you and Anakin even came into his line of sight.
"Yeah, I guess," you shrugged nonchalantly, while keeping your eyes on Anakin, who kept his eyes on you.
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🖤part two: •.🖤to me, you're like a growing addiction that i can't deny🖤.•
