he taps your chest, your knees buckling underneath you as you fall back onto the bed, your head hitting the soft fluffy pillows he insisted upon.
your breath catches in your throat as you look up at the man towering above you, his smirk only growing in size. he leans down to your ear as his large hands roam the exposed skin of your body.
“did you really think i wouldn’t hesitate to indulge in the beauty of you, especially when you dress so deliciously?” his low chuckle sends heat to your lower half and you nearly choke on your words,
“m-my love,” you tremble,
he places his large callused finger over your lip, his devious smirk nearly taking up his entire face now.
“shhh, my dearest. let your husband take care of you, just in the way you deserve.”
bnuyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy how did you make your masterlist so pretty? how much time did it take? IM DYING I FEEL MINE IS SO UGLY AND IT DATES ME LMAOOOO
anyway ily i hope u have a good holiday season and new year!!! <3
haiii kalabean! i personally like your masterlist, it's very clear and concise! to answer your question, it takes a long time and it's so funny you sent me this ask RIGHT before i was about to redo my masterlist (i just finished, it took me like two hours).
it depends on if i have a vision or not. like for my kinktober masterlist, it took me a long time to find a template i liked although i knew exactly what i was going for. i do all my editing and formatting on my laptop, which makes it ten times easier. i look for resources like fonts, symbols, and layouts (all here on tumblr), and i just tinker until i think it's pretty <3
i love you lots n lots! i'm having a very good holiday season so far, and i'm NOT looking forward to the new year because i'm going to turn 20, and i will no longer be a teenage girl, and i'll just get older and older and and and— no but my existentialism and fear of death has been trying to take me lately but i won't let it. anyways, i hope you're having an amazing holiday season and you have a happy new year!!! <3
ACCIDENTALLY SAYING 'I LOVE YOU' FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A FIGHT - bale!bruce wayne x fem!reader
warnings: fem!reader, swearing, you and bruce fight (more like you're just yelling at him lol) , blood mention, cleaning of wounds, perhaps a bit sexual at the end but kinda vague , this is a drabble :p
w/c: 1.1k
it was the sixth night in a row that your boyfriend bruce had shown up to your apartment late. pacing around your gotham apartment nearly had you wearing holes into the old floorboards, your anger leaking through your entire body.
your jaw ticked as another minute passed, locking eyes with the bright white LED clock on your stove. you scoffed, "unbelievable."
bruce was supposed to have come over and bring you over to the wayne manor for the weekend, like he'd promised for the last week, but right now, he was probably off somewhere getting drunk, or just being outrageously fucking stupid. or, at least, that was what you told yourself to make yourself feel better.
another minute passed, and you heard a loud thump at your door. fury seared behind your eyes, holding back worried and saddened tears, taking over the forefront of your mind. you stormed over to the door, teeth grit and fists clenched at your side as you looked through the peephole on your door.
you scoffed even louder at the sight beyond, opening the door and the wood slammed across the doorframe with a harsh and grating squeak.
"oh, look who it is who finally decides to show up after standing me up for a whole goddamn week!" you laugh scornfully, throwing up your hands, turning around and crossing your arms over your chest. "its the man of the fucking hour, bruce wayne! right? gee, it's been so long since i've seen you that i hardly even remember your name!" you snapped, beyond furious.
bruce said he'd be here at seven pm. the clock just hit eleven thirty seven pm. this had been the earliest he'd shown up the last few days, most of the six days, barely even making it in the same day.
"christ, bruce-" you didn't even give him a minute to think of a comeback before you went back in on him. bruce stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe as he patiently listened with a set jaw. he didn't move, he only remained in the shadows, letting the darkness hide his shame. his right arm was tucked towards his left hip, an attempt to keep himself warm that you hardly noticed in your anger.
"you leave me all by myself after promising me a night with you, which is literally all i ask from you! i don't and haven't ever given a fuck about the money, or the parties, or the fucking luxury or any of it! i just want one fucking night with you, bruce! one. goddamn. night! is that so hard to ask?" you ran a hand through your hair in some semblance to regain your composure, but it seemed like the action only made you realize just how angry you really were.
"all i want is to just be with the one man i care about, the one man who i feel understands me for who i am, but, i can't. all i can do is just overthink and worry that the man i love-"
your brain short circuited as you admitted two of the three words you'd been harboring secret, but were quickly interrupted by the soft grunt and sound of bruce's body scraping against the door frame.
he was nearly doubled over, his breathing labored when you finally rose your gaze to him. the light of your entryway finally caught sight of the crimson leaking through his white button up and you gasped. without another thought, you ran up to him, throwing his large arm over your shoulder and forcing his weight across your frame as the two of you hobbled to your small bathroom.
you'd never seen him injured, especially not like this. you were already bad with blood, but especially on the man you love- nope don't think about that right now you chastised yourself. you dropped to your knees under your sink, sitting bruce on your toilet as you quickly searched for the untouched med kit you'd received from your old college roommate. it hadn't been used once, and now, you guessed, was the time to christen it.
your mind was hazy, yet your fingers nimbly cleaned up and sealed the wounds across bruce's stomach, and by god there were so fucking many of them. you had no idea what he was hiding under his shirt besides the thick muscle, shut up brain!
bruce spoke for the first time since he'd appeared on your front door,
"we gonna talk about what you said while i was outside?"
you blushed furiously, your face scrunching up in that way it always did when you were annoyed. "nope." you said shortly, eyes still focused on patching him up.
seriously? this man had showed up to your house with an open and bleeding wound, and he was really-?
"because for the record, sweet thing, i love you too."
your jaw ticked again, though, this time a smile appeared on your face with it,
"shut the fuck up and quit squirming so i can patch you up properly,"
bruce only smirked in response, despite the searing pain in his stomach, looking down at his now patched up abdomen, then back into those e/c he adored so much,
"uh huh. finish patching up the wounds that you already closed and cleaned up? i don't think i'll stop talking until-" he responded to you with a raised brow, his smirk only growing in size, even when you interrupted.
"bruce, if you don't-"
"and if you don't tell me explicitly that you love me without interruption, i'm gonna do that thing you like with my-"
"okay, okay, jesus, bruce!" he finally got your anger to crack, expression victorious as you slapped his shoulder playfully.
"i love you."
bruce smiled, holding your face with his clean hand. he looked at you as if you'd hung the stars. his hazel gaze was reverent, as if he were witnessing a goddess's presence right before him.
and to bruce? that was exactly what was happening.
"i'm sorry for being late. let me make it up to you while i'm here, alright?" he rubbed his thrumb across your cheekbone, holding you so soft that it made you curious if he was scared you'd break under his calloused touch.
you placed a much softer hand across his rougher hand and looked up at him with a resigned smile,
"yeah. yeah, fine." you conceded, "you gotta lot to catch up on, best believe, mr. wayne," you squeezed his hand with your own.
and with that low laugh that you found oh, so sexy, his bright smile captivated you once again as he stood from the toilet, pulling you up with him,
"and i'll cherish every minute of it."
a/n: lmk if you guys want more bruce lol! i've never written for him but i'd really love to write more for him! requests and inbox are open! likes, comments, and reblogs are welcome and appreciated! i hope you guys enjoyed! -kal
a/n: hi! welcome to my first anakin fic! i saw that he won the poll so im ngl i hit the bowl and closed my eyes for a second and now we have this!!! this was originally based off a prompt: "why are you lying to me?" and it ended up taking me about four days to complete this! i really really hope you guys enjoy this! this has become my favorite piece i've ever written. lmk if you'd like to see more <3
warnings: f!reader, angst, swearing, padmé is NOT nice in this, god forgive me i'm so sorry padmé. it hurt my heart to write her in such a way lowkey , forbidden romance, broken promises,
masterlist
w/c:8.5k
“little…dove?”
“i think it suits you. don’t you realize the symbolism of doves?”
“i’m afraid that i don’t, master.”
“to me, my young padawan, you represent peace, love, and freedom: some things i’m afraid the galaxy is lacking.”
—
y/n was laying on anakin’s lap and feeding him grapes on her balcony, the duo basking in the sun’s warmth together. neither one spoke, more than comfortable in the silence of each other. their shared time together had become habitual, but only recently did the pair realize that they felt more towards each other, more than simply padawan and master.
the sun shined brightly through anakin’s hair, the sun illuminating his blond curls and almost making them appear golden. streaks of sunshine broke through anakin’s loose curls, highlighting y/n’s beautiful e/c eyes in the bright sunshine. y/n lost herself in the jedi’s features for a moment, unable to form any other coherent thoughts besides wow, entirely unaware that anakin was thinking the same about her.
"what? is something on my face?" his voice a low rumble, disturbing y/n from her reverie, that signature smirk of his spread wide across his cheeks. she only smiled warmly in reply before speaking,
"beauty." it was y/n’s turn to smirk now, at the sight of anakin's cheeks flushing pink right before her eyes. it was the cutest thing y/n had ever seen and she wanted to be sure to commit the sight to memory. “you’d think the almighty chosen one would recognize my honesty through the force,” y/n teased, lightly prodding anakin’s chest, still adjusting to his new uniform.
anakin leaned down and kissed y/n’s hand that held the grapes softly, before stealing the grape from her fingers with his lips, eliciting a soft giggle from the padawan. “I think you might be feeling under the weather if you truly believe that,” anakin teased back lightheartedly.
a familiar sequence of beeps and boops interrupted y/n before she could reply, watching as the droid that was always at anakin’s side approached the two from inside the woman’s quarters. it had been on y/n’s to do list to commit herself to fluently learning binary, but alas, she once again had to turn to her master for the translation of what r2 said, just as always.
with a loud groan, anakin’s head dropped and his body nearly folded in half, his arms wrapping around y/n tighter so as to not knock her over from the sudden influx of weight she had to bear. based on his annoyance, y/n frowned and finally replied,
“you’re being summoned again, aren’t you?” y/n spoke, the frown on her face only deepening upon noticing anakin’s subtle nod. she pushed the jedi upward off herself, sitting up to give him a tight hug. she forced herself to smile hopefully as she spoke, reaching a hand up to push a stray, golden curl behind his ear, “will i see you later?”
“of course you will, my little dove. i’ll be back before you even know it, then we can have a lovely dinner together before evening training.” anakin promised before he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, his gloved, metal hand on the back of her head to maintain some semblance of intimacy as long as he could. y/n closed her eyes and enjoyed anakin’s presence while she had it, leaning into his touch.
“i hate having to hide how much i love you, ani.” y/n said dejectedly, hoping that she'd finally be able to hear the words from him. anakin starting to rub the apples of her cheeks in a soothing manner, his gaze softening as the pad of his thumb continued to rub comforting circles on y/n’s cheek. the nickname she’d created for him made his heart skip a beat, his smile only widening.
“i promise you’ll see me later, okay?” y/n reluctantly motioned to stand with a soft nod, watching as her master stood. anakin extended his hand to help y/n stand, the woman gladly taking any opportunity to touch her secret lover and master.
y/n tugged anakin down by his shoulders, her hands resting on his new armor. she let her fingers run over the plate, in awe of anakin and his achievements. he never failed to disappoint or surprise her.
“i don’t think i ever had the chance to tell you, but i’m so proud of you for becoming a general, master. i knew you could do it. i can’t wait for what’s to come.” y/n said, a warm smile across her face despite how sad she was to see him leave. she let her hands rest on the armor for a minute, her eyes meeting his. she looked into those bright blue eyes of his, feeling herself melt into a puddle at that gaze, the one reserved for her.
anakin only smiled, pulling y/n into his arms, holding her tight—-so tight that it seemed like she would float away if he let up in the slightest. y/n pulled away slightly to hold the general’s face in her hands, connecting his lips with her own.
—
y/n was in her bedroom, pacing back and forth anxiously. even when he couldn’t immediately return to her, she always heard when anakin left and returned from missions, whether it was through 3po, r2, or gods, even obi-wan! it was driving her more than a little insane crazy that it was deep into the hours of the early morning and she’d heard nothing from her anakin. he promised that’d he’d be back in time to have a nice dinner with her before their nightly training, yet here she was, pacing back and forth, alone, in the darkness of her quarters.
the walls felt suffocating, as if she were confined in them. y/n felt her master’s presence on the planet, but she hadn’t heard from him. was he hiding from me? she couldn’t stop the anxious thoughts that had begun to swirl in her mind and abdomen, anxious nausea filling her body. no. she reminded herself, closing her eyes to steady her thoughts. she forced herself to remember her training, how to balance emotions as they came and letting them go before they fester after acknowledgment. it was beyond difficult and her optimism was starting to lose its spark, despite her hopeful nature wanting to assume this was simply anakin testing her. she was fighting herself to not spiral, which was seeming to be a difficult battle for the young padawan.
arguably, the worst part of being in a secret relationship with anakin was how y/n could never openly be his. she could never be whisked away on dates, never be kissed or hugged in public, she would only ever be viewed as general anakin skywalker’s padawan. she was a secret as far as she was concerned. the anxious thoughts continued to violate her mind before a memory from before she began her training with the general hit the back of her eyelids,
“y/n, trust me! being my lady in waiting would be so much fun! you wouldn’t have to do anywhere near as much as you’d think! you could leave behind all the fighting and rough housing, you could live lavishly with me! can’t you imagine how great it would be to have an official position next to your best friend? especially as a force-sensitive person, oh you’d be perfect, a force to be reckoned with.” padmé held y/n’s hands tightly, her eyes searching her best friend’s for what emotion she was feeling. “can’t you just imagine it?!” the older encouraged excitedly, her grip on y/n’s hands tightening ever so slightly before her expression faltered at the sight of y/n not sharing her reaction. “i’ve gathered more of an understanding of how things work after a full term as queen, and y/n, i feel you would really thrive by my side.”
“padmé, it’s not that i don’t wish to be your lady in waiting, really, I think it’d be grand, but, how i wish you’d asked me just a day sooner. as of yesterday, i’ve been invited to become general skywalker’s padawan.” y/n admitted, the excitement in her eyes prompting a storm of emotion in the queen. but, instead of speaking her mind, like she always did, padmé decided to withhold her true opinion, unbeknownst to her best friend. the queen forced a smile, remembering the day she’d met skywalker as a padawan, the day her own life had changed and he had stolen her heart.
jealousy coursed through the queen’s blood for the first time in her life. she’d never envied anyone, nor had she ever acted in her own self interest. it almost hurt her to be jealous of y/n, someone she’d known longer than she’d been queen of naboo, her childhood best friend. padmé’s mind raced with thoughts she knew she shouldn’t have had and instead of stopping them, for once, she let herself be selfish and indulge in them.
“wow, y/n! i’m so excited for you! the general is truly one of the most lovely jedi i’ve ever met. you’re going to become one of the strongest there are, especially at anakin’s side!” padmé wrapped her arms around y/n, her grip similar to that of a fully grown python. “i’m so proud of you, y/n/n.”
y/n smiled, squeezing the queen back tightly, relieved that her friend wasn’t upset at her. “ to tell you the truth, i’m ecstatic about this opportunity. thank you for being so understanding about this, padmé.” y/n spoke, her relief palpable. the queen’s grip only tightened at her thanks, a smirk making its way onto her face as she rested her chin on y/n’s shoulder.
“you have nothing to thank me for, y/n. i promise.”
as the memory faded away from the forefront of her mind, y/n had half a mind to close her eyes and let the force guide her to anakin, but as soon as the thought crossed her mind, the door swung open to reveal just the man who had been consuming her every waking hour, thoughts, and feelings.
“maker, anakin, i was so worried about you.” y/n approached her master, extending her arms in the direction of him for a hug. the general happily indulged in the contact, pulling y/n into his warm arms. she fought the urge to nuzzle her face into his chest, letting his presence alone soothe her anxiety.
“you’re shaking.” anakin observed, pulling away slightly to look into his padawan’s e/c eyes, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. it was his own quiet way of telling her he expected an answer to his statement. he was worried, y/n could gather that much from his tone.
“i just missed you is all,” y/n answered a little quicker than she intended, hoping her master wouldn’t catch onto how she’d already had an answer prepared for his question.
“your words tell me one thing, yet your body language defies you. why are you lying to me, y/n?” anakin asked, nudging her chin with his forefinger and thumb, her chin balanced in the empty space in between his fingers to make her look him in the eye. his words extracted the breath in her lungs, y/n’s head hanging in shame as she realized she was caught.
“what happened tonight? why were you so late? what about our plans?” y/n fought the tremble in her voice, though she wanted nothing more than for anakin to hold her close and reassure her as she fell apart in those strong arms of his.
guilt cast over anakin’s face like a shadow, “i’m so sorry, little dove. i was escorting the queen to a…” hearing the first half of anakin’s explanation sent a wave of nausea through y/n’s body. it seemed as of lately, her best friend wanted nothing to do with her, and only her master. it made her feel sick to her stomach, especially because padmé had reassured y/n that nothing was going on between the two of them, and the girl still felt this bothered by it.
but, she saw the way padmé looked at him. it was the same way y/n looked at anakin. but, she said nothing. its not like she would jeopardize her second term as queen, just for him, right? y/n was anxious, she was only falling victim to her emotions, right? anakin would remain loyal to her, there was no way he wouldn’t.
right?
“hey.” there was anakin’s sweet voice again, ringing through the chaos of her mind, the only thing she could see and hear clearly, “tell me what’s on your mind.” anakin leaned down a bit, trying to catch y/n’s dancing gaze before ultimately sighing quietly and tilting her head to look into his eyes again.
“you left me all alone, no contact. i could feel that you were here on the planet, why didn’t you immediately tell me when you came back like always? you were late, its early morning now, and you promised to be home before dinner and our lesson. can you really blame me for being so upset, anakin?” y/n gently breathed through her emotions, remembering her training despite her anxious and heavy heart. she pulled away from anakin’s touch, electing to cross her arms over her chest instead.
the general took a step forward, grabbing y/n’s wrist and tugging her forward, spinning her into his arms before he leaned in and cupped y/n’s face. he rested his forehead against her own, his free hand on her waist, “i’m sorry for being late, my love. will you let me make it up to you?” he whispered sweetly to her, placing gentle kisses all over her face. “let me make you something to eat, then i’m all yours for the rest of the day. i promise.” anakin ran his hand through her hair gently, being careful to not tug on her hair too harshly as he awaited her answer. y/n almost melted at the action, closing her eyes for a moment to enjoy the calming sensation. after a few moments, before she let herself be lulled to sleep while standing, y/n finally conceded,
“fine. but make my favorite.”
—
“what do you mean you’re stepping down from a third term? padmé, the people are advocating to change the law for you to be allowed a third term–” y/n asked her best friend in disbelief, her brows knitted together tightly as she processed what padmé was saying.
“i mean, that i feel like i’d be more helpful to my people if i were involved in more of the political side of things,” she answered, her tone unnecessarily rude. it almost startled y/n, as padmé was hardly ever short with her. but then again, y/n had noticed that the nature of their relationship started to change when she had become anakin’s padawan. but there was no way that was the reason their over ten year long friendship was rocky, absolutely no way at all.
y/n reminded herself of her training once more. only siths deal in absolutes, the words of master obi-wan kenobi as fresh in her mind as the day he’d drilled them into her brain, over two years ago: an off-the-cuff comment the day she was inducted as general skywalker’s padawan.
“what’s wrong, padmé? i feel you and i have been drifting apart, especially as of your last term. you never talk to me anymore, are you okay?” y/n asked, her tone concerned as she placed a gentle hand on the queen’s senator’s shoulder, the worry in her gaze evident. y/n’s worry was soon replaced with shock and a lightning strike to the heart as she watched padmé’s previously neutral expression be overtaken with disgust at y/n’s touch.
the padawan dropped her hand as if she had been burnt from padmé’s shoulder and she forced her heart to harden. the woman stiffened as padmé finally answered her question, “perhaps we simply don’t fit into each other’s lives anymore.” padmé being uncharacteristically rude and distrusting became something y/n could no longer bear. the pain of her friendship with padmé splintering became unignorable.
“what? what are you talking about? where is this coming from?!” y/n’s eyes were widened in shock at padmé’s ‘explanation’ of her sudden coldness towards her. “padmé, this doesn’t even make sense, talk to me like we’re still those little girls picking flowers in the garden together!” y/n pleaded, taking a timid step towards her childhood friend. the poor padawan sounded like she was close to tears, a heart-wrenching contrast to the queen who wore a blank slate as her expression.
padmé only remained silent, taking a step back as y/n attempted to close the distance in between them. y/n could feel her heart shattering into smaller and smaller pieces as padmé drowned her in the sound of silence. the young padawan let her hurt fester in her chest for a moment or more, storing the pain deep inside her mind as she’d be able to use it later in her training, hating that she had to treat the loss of her life long friend as a lesson.
“p-padmé…? are you not even going to say anything at all?”
y/n couldn’t take the silence anymore, regretting all the times she’d taken her friendship with padmé for granted. after a moment, y/n finally offered a simple, single nod to padmé.
“right, then. i can clearly sense you’ve made up your mind about this. i don’t know what i did to you, or what i could’ve possibly said, but, i wish you well, padmé. i hope we can one day fix this.” with that, y/n left padmé’s room, blinking back tears that begged to be set free from the prison that were y/n’s tear ducts.
later, y/n found herself in the training room, a bead of sweat starting to form at the edges of her scalp as she practiced using the force on the heaviest weights in the room. she’d been training for nearly an hour now, and once again, anakin was nowhere to be found. she checked his quarters, the council room, and not even the council knew where he was. reluctantly, back she traversed to the training room, electing to do something useful with her time instead of anxiously pacing around her quarters for hours at a time again.
she couldn’t even stay focused on her exercises, anakin’s absence weighing on her heavier than she was comfortable admitting. for a moment, she’d zoned out, staring at the tan wall across from her as images of her and padmé growing up together raced through her mind at several miles per hour. y/n felt a strike through her chest at the loss of padmé, letting out a loud grunt as she force pulled the weights about an inch in front of her foot from across the large training room. y/n let out a noise of disbelief, shocked at her new achievement. momentarily forgetting she was the only one present in the room, she grinned and turned around. disappointment washed over her in waves, the weight heavy enough to hold her down on the ground. her master wasn’t there, he hadn’t seen how much she had been improving.
anakin sighed, annoyance starting to spread through his body. of course, last minute, as he was on his way to train with y/n, master yoda had summoned him to the council room. he entered to see mace windu, yoda, and queen padmé present. “what’s going on here? why was I summoned?” the young general asked, fully aware of the fact that he was now running late. he hoped to the force that y/n would forgive him this time.
“there has been an attempt on queen amidala’s life.” mace windu’s words resulted in anakin narrowing his eyes. the jedi’s eyes found the queen’s, surprised to find her already looking at him. anakin’s eyes found master windu’s again,
“i see...but what does that-” anakin’s question was cut short as master windu spoke over him,
“it means you are assigned to be the queen’s bodyguard until further notice. you are to tell no one where you’re going, nor are you allowed to tell anyone your mission. the less who know, the better.” anakin’s eyes widened at the thought of being separated from y/n, his heart starting to race,
“surely my padawan will be invited along so i can continue her training in the meantime, right? and besides, she and the queen are lifelong friend-” queen amidala interrupted anakin this time, another wave of displeasure washing over him at the constant interruptions,
“we are not,” anakin took notice of padmé’s tone, not liking it one bit. he thought of how y/n would speak of padmé, her attitude not matching y/n’s kind descriptions of her. once again, he narrowed his eyes,
master yoda spoke now, anakin’s heart sinking at his words, “your padawan, continue her training with master obi-wan she will. worry, you must not, in good hands will she be." anakin wanted to argue but he knew it would only push him further from his end goal. with a sigh, he turned to padmé once more,
“tell me what happened in the attempt.” anakin crossed his arms over his broad chest, not even bothering to hide his obvious displeasure over his new assignment. he had to find a way to communicate with y/n before she thought he was abandoning her and forgetting about her again.
padmé seemed to be caught off guard by anakin’s demand, obvious from the way her breath caught in her throat and the way her eyes widened ever so slightly. the queen cleared her throat delicately before speaking, “well...i was in my bed room and i saw someone aiming at me with a blaster through the window.”
“that’s it…? nothing actually happened and now i'm being given the task of protecting you-?”
“watch your tone and remember who exactly you’re speaking to, young skywalker,” windu spat angrily, shaking his head at anakin’s blatant disrespect of the queen. anakin sighed loudly at the correction, rubbing his temples as he processed what was being said to him. he finally snapped his head up after a moment,
“when do we leave? can i at least tell my padawan that i-” yet another interruption, causing anakin to nearly roll his eyes. nobody ever let him express himself, not like y/n did, and quite frankly he was growing tired of it.
“you both leave tonight, we on the other hand will let your padawan know of your surrender of her training.” windu groaned, annoyed that like always, the young skywalker questioned everything instead of a simple nod and ‘yes, master.’ anakin’s eyes widened at windu’s words,
“i can’t have her thinking i willingly abandoned her.” his brows furrowed, his body growing more and more tense. “you’ll let me at least say goodbye…” he trailed off, almost surprised he hadn’t been interrupted this time.
“i think it would only benefit you to remember that jedi are not to form attachments to anyone, general. not even their own padawan.” mace windu’s words were a warning, or maybe a challenge, anakin thought to himself, before simply turning around and storming off towards the doors of the council room. “anakin!” mace windu called after him, soon realizing it was to no avail as the young jedi only continued to walk towards the door faster with no intentions of turning around.
padmé followed after anakin, lifting her dress to jog after him. as she approached him, they exited the doors together. anakin still hadn’t turned to look at padmé until they were at their assigned ship. something felt wrong about this whole thing, but then again, when didn’t anakin question the choices of others around him?
anakin stepped into the ship padmé led him to, his mind racing as he thought of y/n, closing his eyes in an attempt to communicate with y/n through the force. as soon as he felt y/n’s energy, the ship started to take off. his eyes shot open to the sight of padmé having booted up the ship, immediately noticing she typed in the coordinates to naboo.
“hey, wait a minute, I wasn’t ready yet!” anakin argued before he realized the ship was moving already, just slightly out of range of his padawan now. it almost seemed like something was trying to keep anakin and y/n apart. anakin swore he could feel it and he suppressed a growl,
“padmé.” anakin spoke her first name, “i told you I wasn’t ready yet.” with an annoyed sigh, padmé turned to anakin,
“well, maybe if you hadn’t stormed out of the council room like that, you would’ve heard that naboo is expecting us within the hour. why are you acting like this, ani? you’re never this disagreeable about an assignment.” padmé said with a frown, her gaze attempting to peer into the windows of anakin’s soul. with a scoff, anakin broke eye contact before shaking his head, the use of y/n's nickname for him for once igniting an angry blaze within his heart, disgust etching itself across his face,
“don’t look at me like that. i don’t like it, not one bit.” anakin insisted, ignoring padmé’s question. "and don't call me that, that isn't what i go by to you." a war was raging inside anakin’s mind, several smaller battles creating a mass conflict inside him. he felt like he was going to explode any minute.
he worried for his young padawan, he knew exactly how this was going to look to her and he despised it. he was furious he couldn’t explain to her what was going on, he could only imagine how much this was hurting her.
the thought that someone had found out about his and y/n’s secret caused him to stiffen before he forced himself to relax. he’d been on several missions protecting padmé as of recently, and before today he almost considered them friends.
anakin let his thoughts encase y/n, his lovely padawan. he hadn’t yet noticed that the queen was staring at him. his heart stung from the lack of y/n, his right side cold without her. he refused to tell padmé his feelings, he couldn’t. sure, his new assignment was to protect padmé, but his first priority was to keep y/n safe. he knew they’d both be forced into exile if anyone were to ever find out about their secret relationship, and that was anakin's worst nightmare.
padmé hated the silence she was met with and thought of some way, any way she could break through the jedi’s walls, get him out of his head and pay attention to her. padmé could tell what, or rather, who was on anakin’s mind, “if this is about me interrupting you earlier, i'm sorry. y/n and I had just gotten into a terrible fight shortly before you had arrived, my mind has been everywhere and nowhere all at once.” she spoke with an anxious chuckle. to her satisfaction, anakin finally looked her in the eyes at the sound of y/n’s name,
“what happened? is she alright?” anakin asked, his worry for y/n only growing. there it was, anakin’s weak spot, y/n.
“she’s been so different lately,” padmé lied, forcing a sad expression as she spoke about the woman she’d began to resent, “i’m sure its that man she’s been around lately, but she wouldn’t even listen to me, her childhood best friend!” anakin’s heart stopped at padmé’s words,
“what?” was all anakin could muster in reply, nausea rising into his stomach and chest. “what man?” anakin said almost bitterly, tasting the bile in the back of his throat.
a look of shock crossed padmé’s features as she covered her mouth, as if she could take back the words that she had already spoken, “she wouldn’t tell me who, but...she had mentioned to me that when she wasn’t with you or me, she was with him.” anakin almost vomited from padmé’s truth, having to force himself to take deep breaths.
anakin didn’t know how much time passed until padmé landed the ship, his eyes finally refocusing on the sight ahead of him, naboo.
—
“no, I refuse to believe that. anakin w-wouldn’t have left without at least saying goodbye, or telling me. something had to have happened.” y/n shook her head, unbelieving of the news she was being told. frostbite exploded across her chest, the warmth of shame and the icy truth of betrayal prominently battling within her, a moment’s weakness reminding her of the secret she had been forced to be, forced to keep. she felt like her heart was being ripped out of her chest.
mace windu narrowed his eyes at the young padawan, “master skywalker, for your information, has surrendered responsibility of you to master obi-wan,” he extended his hand to the side where obi-wan sat, a much less jovial than normal tone as he greeted y/n with his usual,
“hello, there.” he waved awkwardly, deciding for himself to take over the explanation from mace, knowing it would be less harsh of an explanation to y/n if he told her himself. he took a step forward to be closer to y/n’s line of sight, “don’t fret, young one. this wasn’t due to anything you may or may not have done, you can relax. i can almost feel your fear,” obi-wan said lightheartedly, accompanied by a chuckle in an attempt to soothe the padawan’s nerves. “this was a decision made by the council, as anakin was sent away on a new assignment.” obi-wan’s eyes were soft and caring as he spoke, worried for the younger jedi in training, noticing her extreme upset.
obi-wan noticed she had little to no reaction at his attempt at a joke and he turned to windu, a nod in his direction, “anakin had told me of the plans he had for y/n’s training, i'd like to get a head start on that if you wouldn’t mind, master windu,” obi-wan watched as he mulled over the thought momentarily before waving the two off,
“you’re both dismissed.” as master windu spoke, y/n flipped around and stormed toward the door, the resemblance of her master’s actions mere hours prior not lost on him. windu clenched his fists before standing up from his seat and turning away to look out the window.
the doors to the council room flew open with a nod of y/n’s head as she channeled the force to swing the doors for her. obi-wan quickly gained on her, following her back to her quarters, “i don’t get it obi-wan,” y/n let out dejectedly, before he placed a hand on her shoulder,
“quiet now. we shall discuss this in private.” obi-wan communicated through the force, the sensation almost foreign to her, only used to this form of communication with anakin’s voice on the other side. y/n stiffened, only nodding gently. her fists were clenched by her sides and obi-wan pretended not to notice as he took the lead, walking them towards y/n’s quarters. together they entered, obi-wan shutting the door behind him as he entered her living space.
“so, what happened?” y/n asked, her words flying from her mouth before she could stop them, “why did he leave? where did he go?” y/n’s heart hadn’t stopped burning since she’d found out, the loss of anakin weighing heavily on her mind and body.
“the council seems to have sent him away on a mission to protect the queen. there was an attempt on her life. so with anakin, the queen is hiding on a different planet until we find who attempted to bring her harm.” obi-wan explained, his gaze sympathetic, “i know you’re upset because your training is going to be different now, perhaps you even thought it would be halted until anakin came back--”
you couldn’t be more wrong about what i'm thinking, master. y/n thought to herself.
“your abilities came to you later than most.” obi-wan spoke, his hands folded together in front of him. it was true, y/n hadn’t realized she were a force sensitive individual until she was roughly fourteen. despite that though, she’d always been playing games in the garden with sticks as weapons, pretending she was a jedi. it was what padmé was referencing when she told y/n she wouldn’t have to fight anymore, when she had been invited to be padmé’s lady in waiting.
with a single nod, y/n looked up at obi-wan, waiting for him to continue, “well, young padawan, come with me. the next part of your training comes now, as per request of anakin himself.” her eyes lit up,
“anakin’s request…? have you spoken with him? is he okay?” y/n forced her voice to remain steady despite her frazzled state, why hasn’t he reached out to me? y/n thought hopelessly.
“anakin’s fine. though, he is far more worried about his little padawan rather than the queen,” obi-wan said with a smile, clapping y/n on the shoulder, “he’s just fine, as is the queen. he wanted me to apologize on his behalf for being unable to explain his circumstances, but to trust him and me, and everything will be alright.”
the pit in her stomach that accompanied her anxieties returned in full force at the thought of anakin no longer being her master, and the fact that padmé’s life was threatened after their big fight. y/n hoped and prayed to the force for her emotions to stop warring within her. upon seeing the distress on her young face, obi-wan gently took her wrists in his own,
“y/n, you must relax. your emotion is radiating off you in waves. calm down, he’s going to come back after this assignment and be your master again, he promises.” obi-wan smiled at her reassuringly, “now come with me, the next step in your training comes now.” y/n’s brows furrowed in confusion and maybe a little worry,
“the next step? master obi-wan, what’re you-hey!” obi-wan only kept walking towards her door and out of her quarters. the young girl chased after him, following behind him quietly. y/n called after him again from the base of his ship before she walked up the ramp, following him inside “master obi-wan!”
obi-wan finally turned to face y/n now, inviting her to take a seat. for once, she followed orders without questioning them and sat down next to obi-wan as he began to start up the ship, “tell me, y/n, have you ever been to the planet lotho minor?”
her brows furrowed at obi-wan as the spacecraft lifted off, flying towards the sky and away from coruscant, “lotho...minor? the wreck planet?” y/n asked, perplexed as to why the planet was relevant. “never. master anakin always told me that only crazy people would go there, that’s where most, including naboo would leave their waste. why? what’s going on, obi-wan?”
“well, your master had plans to bring you there himself, as no one would visit to disturb you, but unfortunately since plans changed, now i'll be bringing you there myself.” y/n wasn’t sure she approved of this, only trying to focus on the fact that this was what anakin had planned for her next.
obi-wan and she didn’t really talk much during the ride there, mainly because obi-wan hadn’t known how to talk to the padawan, really. as obi-wan landed the craft, he then finally turned to y/n, “how have you been enjoying your training? has anakin been good to you?” from the tone of his voice, y/n could tell that he was being lighthearted, trying to get a smile out of her. y/n smiled and nodded softly in response,
“yeah. he’s always been great, in all senses of the word. i never realized how much i was ignorant of, he’s taught me so much.” y/n allowed herself to gush over him, glad that someone had finally given her a reason to praise her master in a respectful manner. obi-wan smiled, finally having something to talk about with his apprentice’s padawan.
“you should be careful when you use words like ‘never’ and ‘always’, padawan. things are rarely so absolute. you should be more precise. clarity of mind is important for a jedi.” obi-wan lectured her.
y/n mentally groaned before obi-wan spoke again, “yes, yes, i know only sith deal in absolutes,” must everything be a lesson? she thought to herself
with a nod, obi-wan folded his arms behind him, “come on now, young one. we have things to do, things to learn,” he barely gave y/n a chance to reply before standing and walking towards the exit of his ship. “anakin wanted to bring you here for a reason. as you know, you should’ve found and forged your kyber crystal for your lightsaber many, many, years ago, but due to your late blooming, you were never able to make it to ilum.”
y/n raised a brow at the recollection of her past and simply nodded, “right… and what does lotho minor have to do with kyber crystals?” the young padawan asked, keeping up with obi-wan’s quick pace, following him into a den carved into the side of a dirt mountain.
as y/n followed obi-wan inside, she looked around and realized that there wasn’t much, other than a plethora of what she could only assume were kyber crystals, never having seen one in person before. y/n raced over to the group of crystals on the dirt, her eyes blown wide with excitement and joy, the first good news in a while, the padawan thought to herself.
she reached down, closing her eyes and let the crystals call to her. as she made her choice on the crystal in the middle, obi-wan chuckled softly,
“gods, you look about as excited as anakin does when queen padmé enters a room, or when he gets sent away on a mission with her.”
y/n’s head flicked up to obi-wan as he spoke, her grip suddenly tightening on the crystal in her hand, “what?”
—
anakin was staring into the fireplace, his mind still racing. it hadn’t stopped, not since yoda had pulled him to the side on his way to training with y/n. it started to cause him extreme discomfort, leaving him with the feeling of being unable to catch a full breath. the young jedi’s mind was bouncing back and forth between right and wrong and what defined each. he found himself starting to question the jedi code, something that had been becoming increasingly more and more common for him. he missed y/n, even though he knew he shouldn’t have.
why did he have to be sent on this mission now? why did his training have to be interrupted? all he wanted was to be with y/n, hold her in his arms. he wanted to-
“anakin, you’ve been quiet since we’ve gotten here, since i told you about y/n.” padmé sat on the couch next to anakin, curling her legs onto the cushion underneath herself. “what are you so worked up about?” padmé shuffled a bit closer now, but anakin’s eyes were still on the flames crackling atop the logs in the stone fireplace.
“padmé, i’d really appreciate some alone time to think right now.” anakin grumbled, not once looking away from the flames ahead of him.
padmé frowned, moving a hair closer to him, “anakin, whatever it is, i’m here for you. if y/n can have someone like him to confide in, you’re certainly allowed to, too.” the queen almost pleaded, watching as anakin stood from the couch, now starting to pace in front of the fireplace.
“i said i’d like some-”
with a soft, annoyed, sigh, padmé stood as well, grabbing anakin by his wrist and pulling him close enough to take his face in her hands, pulling anakin’s lips into her own. she was smiling as she kissed him, but her smile quickly diminished and was replaced with shock when the jedi pushed her away from him,
“padmé, what have you done..?” anakin sounded horrified, wiping her kiss off his lips with his sleeves, fear filling his eyes and heart. y/n. his thoughts were only of her, his young padawan, who was going to be devastated when she found out.
“i have to go.” the jedi said worriedly, his eyes flickering around every surface in the room until his eyes landed on the spacecraft key.
“anakin, wait, i’m sorry, come back! wait!” the queen called after him. as 3po finally began to clamber back up the hill from the market, a basket of food in his arms, he saw his very angry master storming towards the spacecraft they'd all arrived on, the wind flapping his robes behind him. anakin was a threatening presence right now, even the droid could sense it.
“sir, i have returned with the--oh, where are you going?” the droid asked, turning to direct his question to his master as anakin stormed past the droid,
“3po, stay here with the queen until i or another jedi comes back.” was all that anakin said, quickly throwing himself into the ship's cockpit.
in that moment, anakin had made a decision.
he would no longer standby and let the jedi code dictate his every move, thought, and action. he was the chosen one, it was time to choose something for himself and what he held dear. he was done being a weapon of the republic.
he had to find y/n, fast.
—
“it was…always her, wasn’t it…?”
“y/n, what have i told you about always and never, the more time passes, the more i swear you’re just like-” obi-wan’s eyes finally met the glowing crystal in y/n’s hand.
he drew his lightsaber out of pure instinct, his breath caught in his lungs, “y/n…” obi-wan whispered in disbelief.
y/n’s racing heart was ignored as she looked down at the red kyber crystal in her hand, her body on autopilot as she placed the crystal into the hilt of the saber, as if she had repeated the process multiple times in her life. the red of her lightsaber illuminating her face in the darkness of the cave.
y/n realized that obi-wan wasn’t breathing, her hand raised to use the force to expand his lungs out of pure habit, an action she'd learned from her master who had used the method on herself when she was panicking and couldn't breathe. she hadn't thought twice, fear overtaking her mind and body, “m-master? what does this mean?” the young girl was terrified out of her mind.
obi-wan powered off his lightsaber, the hilt of the saber placed on his side once more when he realized y/n wasn’t going to hurt him.
“run. run while i’m extending to you compassion that i shouldn’t.” obi-wan’s tone was sad, his heart pained for the young padawan. “i won’t tell anyone where you’ve gone, but you must run, y/n. i can no longer protect you.” y/n looked up at obi-wan, attempting to make eye contact with him, but he kept his gaze on the ground, unable to look at her.
“obi-wan, i-” y/n pleaded out softly,
“GO!” obi-wan yelled, turning his back to y/n, his fists clenched at his sides.
devastation filled y/n as she stood, forcing herself to her feet, “tell…tell my master i’m sorry i couldn’t say goodbye.” she mustered out before taking off deeper into lotho minor.
obi-wan heard her run off, his back still to her as she spoke. he found himself turning around to watch her frame disappear into the distance, swallowing his feelings. he watched for another moment more, even after she left his line of sight before heading back to his spacecraft,
alone.
when obi-wan returned to coruscant, he did not immediately report back to the council, instead electing to go straight to his quarters. he stared at his reflection in the mirror of his bathroom, unsure if he was proud or scared of the man looking back at him.
—
upon anakin’s return to coruscant, he immediately found himself at the door of his padawan’s quarters. he knocked on her door, calling out her name quietly. he received no answer, only making his heart race faster. he closed his eyes, using the force to sense her, but he didn’t feel her presence at all, not on this planet.
had obi-wan and she already gone to lotho minor? he hadn’t even been gone a full week, and obi-wan had already taken her to forge her crystal. he was distracted from his thoughts when he heard footsteps behind him.
it was grand master yoda approaching him.
anakin walked towards the grand master, not even remembering to nod his head respectfully towards yoda, the worry for y/n entirely consuming all of his mind,
“where’s my y/n? where’s my padawan?” the young jedi’s voice was laced with worry. he ignored the taken aback expression on yoda’s face at his words, his fear only monsooning at the grand master’s words,
“heard from her, we have not. master obi-wan the last to see and hear from her, he was.” yoda answered.
“how long has it been since you’ve heard from her?” anakin asked, trying and failing to remain calm. he couldn't stop his voice from trembling.
“the day her assignment under obi-wan began, saw her, last we did.” the day anakin left coruscant?
i’m going to lose my mind, the jedi thought to himself.
as anakin ran off towards obi-wan’s quarters, the jedi ignored the grand master’s calls for him, only focusing on finding obi-wan as fast as he could. fear threatened to swallow anakin whole, the fact that no one had heard from y/n terrifying him.
everything anakin was doing was for her.
anakin didn’t even knock when he found obi-wan’s quarters, using the force to swing the door open as he stepped inside, “obi-wan!” he called out for his master, stepping deeper into the room.
obi-wan had been on his balcony, leaning on the railing and staring out at the sky as he heard anakin approach. he didn’t turn around or even acknowledge the young jedi until anakin stood at his side.
“where’s y/n? yoda said you were the last to hear from her, you were the last to see her! where is she?” anakin was a mixture of anger and anxiety, a fiery ball of emotion that scared obi-wan.
“anakin, please calm down.” was all the older jedi said before turning to face anakin, his face troubled. seeing the burden that obi-wan carried on him and feeling the weight of obi-wan’s stress in the force only forced anakin to speak, needing confirmation that his worst case scenario wasn’t coming to fruition,
“obi-wan, tell me where y/n is.” he said after a breath, his hands on the banister of the balcony, squeezing so tightly that his knuckles turned white, as he gazed at obi-wan pleadingly.
“she…" a pause. "is no longer with us, anakin.” obi-wan said quietly, his gaze still not on anakin. anakin thought he was going to be sick, a cold sweat beading at the back of his neck and down his back.
“what do you mean, no longer with us, obi-wan? now really isn’t the time for jokes, i’d like to see my padawan and her new lightsaber that you two were supposed to go retrieve.” anakin's tone was one of deep denial, despite not knowing exactly what obi-wan meant by his words.
for a moment, obi-wan considered telling the young jedi that his padawan had died, to save him the pain of knowing that y/n was no longer a padawan, but a sith apprentice.
“she…” the words were stuck in obi-wan’s throat, unsure of where to begin in his explanation, “i think you should take a seat, anakin, perhaps we should go inside and-”
anakin slammed his hand down on the banister, the metal reverberating with a soft whine, “damnit, obi-wan, tell me what happened!”
“she belongs to the dark side, now, anakin.” obi-wan finally lifted his gaze to who was once his own padawan. “i brought her to the cavern on lotho minor like you asked of me, she picked up her chosen crystal, and i made a silly joke and laughed… by the time i looked up, she was wielding a red light saber. i’m so sorry anakin.”
“did you kill her…?” anakin asked, his chest constricting painfully as he looked away from obi-wan, “what did you say to her?!” it took all of his restraint to not grab obi-wan and throw him over the edge of the balcony,
obi-wan was silent for a moment, “no. i didn’t. i let her go, anakin. i couldn’t. she wasn't going to hurt me, that's why i let her go.” he took a deep breath before continuing, “she looked excited, beyond it, to set her eyes upon the crystals. i said something along the lines of her expression was similar to how you looked when the queen walked into a room, or when you were assigned on a mission with her, i thought she’d laugh. i still don’t understand what happened…” obi-wan shook his head, entirely oblivious that his poorly made and timed joke cost anakin everything.
anakin couldn’t stop himself before his hand found the hilt of his lightsaber, a desolate look on his face as he flicked the power button, the blue energy buzzing and whirring in the air alongside him.
anakin heard y/n’s laugh, pictured her smile in his head, his anger towards obi-wan only growing, i never even had the chance to tell her i love her.
“you turned her against me…”
obi-wan’s heart shattered at the sight before him, his hand hesitantly finding his own lightsaber, the blade still powered off as he spoke, “anakin, don’t do this. don’t let her twist your mind with the dark side!” anakin’s former master pleaded with him, his heart heavy already with the loss of a powerful padawan like y/n. he couldn’t bear to watch his own former padawan fall to the dark side too. “you’re my brother anakin, please-”
“don’t lecture me obi-wan, i see through the lies of the jedi, i do not fear the dark side as you do.”
obi-wan finally powered on his lightsaber, his own emotion threatening to consume him as he took on a defensive stance,
“then i will do what i must.” obi-wan whispered, unable to stop his emotion from breaking through.
"you will try."
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part two, though these both may be consumed as standalones
May I suggest the song "Would you fall in love with me again" from the Epic Saga by Jorge Rivera-Herrans with Anakin Skywalker?
a/n: holy fucking shit this was something i didn't know i needed until now. this song alone was enough to inspire this, but i hope you guys like what i did with this! also...surprise! :D
warnings: fem!reader, pretty much any warnings that come with star wars as a franchise + slightly suggestive content (its a flashback lol),
w/c: 3.8k
part one, though this may be read as a standalone.
“master!” y/n laughed, shoving anakin back with her forearm, her guard still up as they circled around each other in the small training room. “you don’t have to hold back, you know? i’m a big girl and i’m your padawan, c’mon! put some faith in me!” she gleamed at him, and with a smirk, anakin obliged.
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the buzzing of the lightsabers clashing caused sparks to fly, darth vader skillfully dodged out of the way. it was rare that someone could hold their own in lightsaber combat against the sith lord, and make him actually have to use effort. the challenge was invigorating, yet, he found himself being pulled out of battle by the daunting song of memory.
her laughter.
there was something scarily similar in the way darth vader’s opponent fought against him, unrelenting and calculated. it was like he was fighting himself. his momentary lapse cost him, earning him a lightsaber strike to his voice modulator. if he hadn’t been so quick, it’d been his head he lost. darth vader stumbled back with a distorted grunt, catching himself before falling over.
why is she on my mind again? why now? simply because of this warrior’s style of fighting? he wondered to himself in between breaths.
it wasn’t worth it to question why. instead, he clenched his jaw tightly, using the force to shove back his opponent. though, their arms were guarded in an 'x' in front of them, not traveling as far as vader wanted them to, “leave!” the sith lord demanded, his voice now garbled and slightly distorted, staring directly at the hooded assailant.
it was clear that was the last thing they expected the great lord vader to say. his hooded adversary stared at him for a moment, frozen like a deer in headlights, as they waited for any semblance of humor. “i said, leave!” without anymore hesitation, they deactivated their lightsaber, the red energy disappearing back into the hilt. their dark robes flapped in the wind as they raced off, down the hill and fading away into the distance.
after he was positive he was alone, the great sith analyzed the damage to his suit and sighed. he wasn’t gravely injured, thankfully, but he was far too tired to make it all the way back to his ship before night fell. he decided that he would instead look for shelter on this planet for the night, knowing that if he found anyone, they’d either bow down to him, or he’d kill them.
simple as that.
darth vader wasn’t sure how long he’d been walking, his mind racing with memories of her, memories he fought to suppress over the years, successful until his fight with his recent adversary who had damaged his modulator. he stumbled upon a dark cavern, his hand on his lightsaber and igniting it for light. his footsteps thudded heavily against the wet stone, his distorted breathing and lightsaber buzzing the only other sounds accompanying his wet footsteps. he hadn’t dared to speak, not yet.
as he progressed through the cavern, he began to see signs of life. there was a wooden table, two wooden chairs along its edge to match. there was also a frayed, seemingly hand-stitched rug flat against the floor, and there were an odd one or two tapestries adorned on the rocky walls. an odd touch of personality and decoration for one who lived in a cavern of all places, but, really, who was he to judge? there was a doorway cut into the stone, decorated with purple paint and the sight winded him, yet another repressed memory forcing itself to the foreground of darth vader’s mind.
y/n was laid across anakin’s shirtless chest, his cybernetic hand combing through her hair. “i’m not really sure, little dove. i haven’t really thought of life outside of the temple, at least, not without you.” he cracked a smile at her, peering down at her soft form against his hard chest. “i’d always assumed that if we’d grown the confidence to leave the temple together, you would be in charge of decorating.”
she laughed her sweet laugh again, shaking her head at him. she pulled herself up to prop her elbows up on either side of his torso, still within his arms, the blanket falling to expose her bare form beneath anakin’s dark comforter, “i haven’t really thought about either, because i thought you would be in charge of decorating! but all i know is that if i could choose the color of the door, i think...you know what, no…” she trailed off, her gaze averted for a moment before looking up at anakin again, a cheeky grin on her face, “i want a purple door! this shade. wouldn't that be something?” she grinned, pointing to a hickey she’d left on his broad chest. anakin smirked and scooped her into his arms in a single motion, flipping them over so that she was now on her back against his silk sheets once again, kissing down her neck softly, yet hungrily.
“best i can do for now, little dove, is give you something else that’s purple,” he whispered in her ear, nibbling on the shell of her ear. she squealed in delight, before swatting him across the chest,
“ani!” the jedi knight only laughed lowly again, absolutely adoring the way she squirmed under his touch like this, the way she was so easy to fluster. his voice was innocent as he asked,
“what?”
darth vader felt sick to his stomach. how long had it been since he’d let himself think of the love he’d lost? how long had he deprived himself of the memory of her laugh, her smile, her face?
“hello?”
the other voice startled the sith lord and his gasp was almost loud enough to be heard outright, but, his modulator only hitched for a moment. he turned around and looked down at the small woman, nearly only as tall as his chest.
he only cleared his throat and nodded a single time as his greeting, “i’ve come searching for shelter. i’m sure you know who i am,” darth vader pushed his robes to the side slightly, turning off his lightsaber and tucking it back into its place on his hip as the small woman lit a lantern on the wooden table in the middle of what seemed to be her space in the cavern. “and i’m sure you know i don’t have to-”
the small woman interrupted him, “no threats are necessary. come, sit, i’m just about done preparing my meal.” she disappeared past a curtain he hadn’t before seen, around the corner. he assumed that was how he hadn’t heard her walk in while he was trapped in his reverie. hesitantly, he walked to the table and sat down, the only remaining sound for a moment his damaged modulator and his screaming thoughts. before he could be plagued by another memory, the woman was back in the room, placing down two greatly portioned plates down on the table. “let me know if that isn’t enough. there’s more in the kitchen.” the quiet woman spoke gently, sitting in the chair beside lord vader.
darth vader’s head threatened to swivel off his shoulders at the kindness he was met with. sure, he was used to people throwing themselves to their knees, breaking their backs, amongst other things for him, just to be spoken to, but this felt like a whole new level of service to him. he hadn’t felt this kind of kindness since...
she had walked into the sith lord in the middle of her home, and acted like he was an old friend as opposed to asking why he was here, or what he wanted, she only said hello. it was bizarre, but not unwelcome.
the meal was clearly prepared over an open flame. naboo sardine fritter with a side of smoked kaadu ribs. he certainly wasn’t on naboo anymore, but it seemed like his host had some sort of connection to the planet. here, this far out in the outer rim, nabooian food was practically a delicacy, and here she was, serving and preparing it like it were a basic meal. the last time he’d eaten anything like this was back at the temple, when he’d been making up his lateness to y/n. his heart stung as he remembered how upset she was when he missed their dinner and lesson without having the chance to update her. but, under his mask, he smiled, remembering where it all began.
naboo...where he’d met y/n, his dove, for the very first time.
anakin and obi-wan had stopped on naboo only because they’d run out of fuel on a mission. naboo, still feeling indebted to jedi master obi-wan kenobi for his protection of naboo’s queen, alongside the late qui-gon jinn, accepted the jedi with open arms and warm meals, alongside beds for the night. it was after hours, and it seemed that obi-wan had gone to sleep. anakin decided that he’d take a walk around the garden in an attempt to calm his mind and tire his body so he could sleep. a part of him wished to see the queen again, not having had a conversation with her alone since obi-wan had taken him in as his padawan. as he stepped out, his thoughts were interrupted. he immediately felt that he wasn’t alone in the field, his hand already on the hilt of his saber. in order to not give away his position, he remained without his activated saber, trekking silently towards the figure he saw far ahead in the garden.
as he got closer, he recognized the royal dress amongst the grassy plain, her back turned to him as she held her hand up and out ahead of her, lifting flowers from the ground and spinning them above her. delight, confusion, and surprise were all evident in the girl’s expression, until anakin let his footsteps make sound again. with a gasp, she turned around and the flowers fell onto her lap as she fell back onto her palms.
anakin kneeled to the level of the queen’s best friend, remembering the girl in conversation with the queen before the queen had to depart, being gifted a hug, before leaving the younger of the two to greet and welcome the jedi upon their arrival on their planet. anakin, in that moment, wished it was padmé who greeted them and showed them to their rooms for the night, but, he pushed the feeling away, realizing and swallowing the bitter pill that padmé hadn’t even recognized him.
“y/n, is it?” his voice was soft, warm, and inviting. the young girl nodded, clearly nervous to be in the tall jedi’s presence. “you’re...queen amidala’s right hand and best friend aren’t you?” he asked her not unkindly, but curiously, almost as if he were testing her. the smaller and younger girl nodded hesitantly again, unsure of where the jedi’s line of questioning was leading, “and...you’re force sensitive it seems...does anyone know?” his blue eyes peered into her e/c eyes, awaiting an answer.
“o-only...you, master jedi.” anakin let out a breath of surprise at the admission,
“not a master, but, thanks." he smiled at her. "how long have you known? have you been force sensitive your whole life?”
the young girl shook her head again, “uh, i don’t know. i only found out i could do any of this about two months ago.” she turned to look at the olive tree next to them, “i frequently come out here at night ever since i found out, because i don’t know what to do with my power, i was too scared to tell anyone.” she admitted, “i don’t want padmé to feel like i’ve been hiding this from her, because that’d certainly not-”
anakin only smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder. “breathe, young one, come with me. my master should know about this.” he said soothingly, rubbing her shoulder, “trust me. nothing bad will happen to you under my guidance,” he promised.
before darth vader could even pick up his utensils, still groggy from the memories of his love lost, his host jumped up and stopped him. “wait! you can’t eat without your food being liquified, correct?” her hands were held up, palms facing him as she tilted her head to the side, her cloak hood obscuring her eyes. for a moment, he thought of the adversary who had damaged his modulator, but quickly shook off the thought. the cloaks were different materials and colors, but, the kindness in her tone was what distracted him most.
“who told you that?” he asked lowly, his voice disjointed. he wasn’t angry, just surprised and curious.
“people talk.” she answered simply, still standing as she looked at him. “so, did you want me to liquify it? i’d hate for you to have difficulty.”
he didn’t answer for a moment.
“why are you being so warm and welcoming towards me?” he asked inquisitively, his eyes scanning hers. he ignored the way his mind swarmed with yearning, yearning for y/n. so badly had he craved her presence, her warmth, and the meals she made him after their lessons.
“well,” she finally lowered her hood, revealing s/c skin. hardened with battle and loss, her e/c/ eyes still shone brightly. the way her h/c hair cascaded from the hood made darth vader’s breath hitch. it’d been too long since the memory of y/n taunted him, and now, he was starting to see her ahead of him. he felt as if he were losing his mind. “my late love...force guide him, was taken from me before i had the chance to say goodbye, or that i loved him one last time. he was supposed to come back, but…” she trailed off, obviously a painful memory for her to relive. “to put it simply,” she continued after a pregnant pause, “he went out of his way to protect me, and guide me, a stranger,” she chuckled, shaking her head as she blinked back tears, “so now, as a way to keep him close to me, i do the same. besides that, i look for signs of him where ever i travel. i look for him in the trees, in the sky, in-”
now, something registered in the sith lord’s mind.
“in doves?” his low distorted voice wondered.
his sudden vulnerability had her back away from the table, her robe falling open and exposing the hilt of her lightsaber on her waist. vader’s eyes honed in on it before his eyes found those eerily familiar e/c eyes.
immediately, she noticed what his eyes focused on. in fear for her own safety, she grabbed the lightsaber and held it in a guarded position, her eyes wide with fear.
“who sent you?” she asked worriedly, but before the sentence could fully leave her mouth, vader stood from the table, looping around the side and stalking closer to her, his own saber in his hand and angled at her throat.
quickly, without hesitation, y/n’s lightsaber clashed against lord vader’s, whirring and snapping around them. her leg went up hurriedly, kicking him in the chest. he was surprised by her flexibility, but didn’t let it distract him before winding up and striking, only for her to block at the very last second, both red blades buzzing barely a millimeter from her face.
“what do you have to hide?” he glowered, a newfound challenge in this development.
she grunted, the exertion of the unexpected combat nearly distracting her. but, she continued to relentlessly attack without hesitation. “nothing.” she growled.
“liar!” darth vader yelled, his voice cracking with on and off modulation, his real voice bleeding out too. “that isn’t your lightsaber! who did you kill for it?” the sith was wild, borderline animalistic in his attacks, pure fury the only thing fueling him now.
“no one!” she yelled back at him, quickly and precisely dodging each one of his attacks, “it’s been mine, and it always has been!” she tried to go for a stab, but the sith dodged her onslaught with ease.
vader was growing tired of this game. he used the force with his free hand, lifting her easily into the air, his other arm cocked back with what would obviously be a killing blow, “i made that lightsaber hilt! i know who it belonged to!” he bellowed, “and i know she’s dead. she wouldn’t have given up that light saber before her life.” he dropped her to the ground unceremoniously, her body resounding against the cavern floor with a solid thunk.
before she could even fully sit up, vader was on top of her, her cloak gripped tightly between the black leather of his glove, “tell me she died without pain, and i might consider making your death painless,” the sith demanded, his glove squelching under the pressure he had on the cloth of her robe.
“her death was painful,” she growled, leaning forward, “but not as painful as the betrayal she faced in the seconds before she turned to the dark side!”
vader’s breath hitched, dropping the nameless woman onto her back. the memories all resurfaced now,
“she belongs to the dark side, now, anakin. i brought her to the cavern on lotho minor like you asked of me, she picked up her chosen kyber crystal, and i made a silly joke and laughed...by the time i looked up, she was wielding a red lightsaber. i’m so sorry, anakin…”
all those years ago, obi-wan had told him the truth.
“she really turned to the dark side…” vader’s voice was rough, hardly above a whisper.
“after her master’s betrayal, yes!” the woman clarified as she dusted herself off, sitting up and standing up, hesitating before holding up her blade again.
darth vader stumbled back and fell onto the ground, unable to catch himself before his back slammed into the wooden table and pushed it with a loud screech, the chairs tumbling to the ground loudly.
it all made sense now, why the fight earlier had been so exhausting, why it felt like he was keeping up with himself.
“i never...i never betrayed her. the council sent me away and forbade me from telling her, that was why i told obi-wan what i did, why i told him to bring her to that junk planet.”
because it was her, it had been her. he had been with his sweet, little dove, this whole time.
his eyes found the durasteel again, “i had built that hilt with my blood and sweat, carved an olive branch into its side, where i first met her, a symbol of my love for my little dove. she represented my peace, love, and freedom.” his shoulders slumped and the seven foot tall man crumpled in on himself, cradling his head in his own hands.
her eyes snapped up to the sith, her hand closing around the handle and powering it off.
“did you love her?” it felt like an out of place question, but, she needed to know.
“do you realize what you have asked me? i loved her more than anything! her loss is what made me what i am now! i loved her, and i never even had the chance to tell her!”
the air audibly left her lungs.
“only my husband knew that, so i guess... that makes him you.” she whispered, her hand covering her mouth.
{ PRESS PLAY >>>> }
“little dove…?”
“is it really you standing there, or am i dreaming once more?” y/n asked, closing some of the distance between them on foot before falling to her knees and crawling the rest of the way towards him. she knew what remained underneath the mask, the man she loved, her former master, former jedi knight and war general, her anakin. “is it really you my love?” she cradled his face with both hands,
“i am not the man you fell in love with,” he said, looking deep into those eyes he’d loved for years on end. “i am not the man you once adored, i...am not the kind and gentle love you’ve known before,”
little dove shook her head, pleading to him with her gaze to keep him talking.
“would you fall in love with me again, if you knew all i’ve done? the things i cannot change?” his voice was trembling, his breathing uneven.
she only pulled him into her embrace tightly, her hand on the back of his helmet, cradling his head.
“wh-what kinds of things did you do?” y/n asked, though, even hiding in the outer rim, far away from anyone, she still heard the stories about the great sith lord of the galactic empire. she heard of the trail of red he left behind on every planet he’d visited.
“so many things…” he shook his head, though remained unmoving in her arms. he’d missed her, more than anything, and painfully so. “i hurt so many people, i...traded friends like objects i could use, i hurt more lives than i can count on my hands…”
he turned his head to look at her head cradled in his shoulder and lifted her chin with his pointer finger and thumb, her chin resting in his hand like the way it did with anakin. “and yet...you acted out of your own self-interest, helping others, while i was killing them.”
y/n’s arms were still slung around his neck, “but...all of it brought you back to me.” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears.
“tell me something, little dove…” darth vader asked quietly,
“would you fall in love with me again, now that you know all i’ve done?”
“i will fall in love with you over and over again.” she said honestly, her fingers running over the obsidian, “i don’t care what it is you’ve done, how, where...or even when. don’t you dare tell me you’re not the same person.” one tear broke free, then, another, and another, and another.
“you’ve always been my love. i will fall in love with you again, i already have, but even then, i’ve never stopped loving you.”
anakin’s breath hitched as his arms wrapped around her in a vice grip.
“i’ve been waiting for you.” she whispered against him, tears freely pouring from her eyes.
“i’ve been waiting for you, my little dove,” he laughed softly, something he hadn’t done in years. anakin's gloved fingers reached up to his helmet and had turned off the modulator. darth vader was gone, and only anakin remained.
y/n started to laugh with him, in shock over the whole ordeal. after being separated for so many years, they were finally back together, in the strangest of circumstances.
“how long has it been?” she asked him, sniffling as she wiped her fallen tears with the back of her free hand.
“twenty years…” anakin replied, his hands rubbing up and down her back and across her hips.
and finally, after twenty years, anakin got to tell y/n the one thing she’d yearned to hear all these years.
“i...i love you.” he gently pulled her forehead to his mouth, the sound of lips clicking behind the mask. she knew it was supposed to be a kiss.
a/n: hi! this is a drabble based off this! sorry if this is messy i just wanted to write something lol. this will be formatted weird until i can get to my computer, there’s not much here bc i lowk thought this was ass LMAO, lmk if u guys like the bale!bruce stuff 🫣
warning: this is smut. i haven’t written smut in like a good year i think, LOL, fem!reader
“ ‘m sorry,” bruce’s low voice grunted into your ear, breath shaky and fanning over you ear. his right hand was tightly gripping your waist, the left cradling your head as he thrusted slow and deep into you. the scent of the cologne he’d applied for you earlier circled around your nose and you nearly felt you senses became overwhelmed from the intensity that was also known as bruce wayne.
“n-not good enough, again,” you whimpered out, your nails digging into the soft flesh of bruce’s back. he moaned, his head tilting back slightly to embrace the sensation you’d granted him,
“i’m sorry, baby, mm- fuck, forgive me, sweet girl,” bruce groaned, his hips bucking forward involuntarily as your legs wrapped around him and pulled him closer. you moaned underneath bruce, only clinging to him tighter, and the sweet song that was your moans drove up his intensity.
he scooped your legs up from their position on his waist and he folded them over his shoulders, your ankle with the silver anklet that read mrs. wayne was now over his broad shoulders, the two of you almost impossibly close to each other. he couldn’t even speak anymore, you felt too good and all he could do was try to not focus on how close he was to exploding inside you. he needed you to orgasm first.
his pace only grew quicker, his breaths heavier and his focus honing in on your minute expressions and twitches. he knew how to read any one of your ministrations, and that was something he took pride in. his moans melted more into heavy breathing, and so badly he wanted to sink his teeth into your neck and just explode, but you looked far too good underneath him like this.
he’d need to piss you off more often if this was the type of sex he’d earn from it.
A/n: hi friends! sorry this took so long to get out lol, i've been fighting for my life as i got sick :/. i've never written for james kelly before, so sorry if he's out of character. also sorry if the syntax is kinda shitty, i wrote most of this loopy on cold medicine lol. i was watching a lot of new girl and if you've seen the show, you'll see where i was kinda inspired hehe. i don't really plan on making a part two for this, but lmk if you guys wanna see more james! :) love you guys and happy holidays!
warnings: kinda pervy dude in the auto shop (only briefly mentioned in the beginning), fem!reader, uhhh, possibly ooc james?
w/c: 5.1k
JAMES KELLY leaned against the wall of his shop, waiting impatiently for the line to stop ringing and just be answered already. The woman from the night before was heavy on James’s mind and he dared to let himself be hopeful for this phone call. He looked down at the number scribbled on his wrist in marker, the receiver pinned between his ear and shoulder.
“Hi! Thank you for calling Miss L/n’s house of chickadees!” The voicemail caught James completely off guard, but for some reason he found himself hesitating to hang up. He must’ve typed in the number wrong by mistake, silly him.
“I’m currently out of class right now, or my hands are involved in some crafts at the moment! However, please don’t hesitate to leave a message for me and I’ll call you back as soon as possible, thank you!”
When the voicemail beeped in preparation for a message to save and send, James found himself scrambling to end the call. Strange. He thought to himself, swearing he typed the number in correctly. He tried to redial the number from his wrist again carefully, except this time, he wasn’t surprised to hear Miss L/n’s voicemail. Before it could continue fully, James slammed the receiver into the wall, rubbing his hand over his face in an attempt to recenter his thoughts. So, the chick he’d thought he’d hit it off with at the bar gave him a fake number, to a school. Of course.
Miss L/n was currently in her classroom, tidying up from winter craft day, the last day of school before winter holiday. Rainbow pom-poms, pipe cleaners, glue sticks, markers, and so many more art supplies littered her new classroom rug as she hummed along to whatever Christmas carol was stuck in her head as she tidied. Some of her fellow teachers had finished cleaning before she did, and as she vacuumed the remnants of the glitter all over the floor, she waved goodbye, or wished them a happy holiday.
Finally, when her classroom was sparkling and her desk was perfectly organized for after the break, she grabbed her bag and coat, deciding it was time for her to head home. As she exited her classroom and locked up behind her, the vice-principal of the school, Shelly, was walking from the opposite side of the hall. “Oh, hey, Y/n! Coming to this year’s Christmas party?”
Hearing Shelly’s voice made Y/n jump about ten feet into the air, causing her to blush in embarassment and Shelly to laugh, “Sorry, hon! Didn’t mean to scare you! Just wanted to see if you’d be spending the holiday with us this year, you know, you can bring-”
“Uh—Yeah. I’ll be there, Shelly.” Y/n interrupted, not willing to hear the same spiel as every year, ‘Oh, Y/n, you should be getting ready to start a family,’ ‘Y/n, how do you not even have a boyfriend yet?’ etc. etc.
“Oh, great! You have company this year?” Shelly wiggled her brows suggestively, guilty but not remorseful of shaming the pre-school teacher about her relationship status.
“Yes.” Y/n answered without thinking, her bag slung over her shoulder as she stormed out of the school and down the stairs, calling over her shoulder, “See you then!”
The interaction had taken more of Y/n’s focus than she realized as she climbed into her car and cold started it, pulling out of the parking lot quickly in an attempt to not see Shelly again. Why, oh, why did she say she had a date, and why did she confirm her attendance to the party?! She didn’t have anyone in mind, nor did she even want to go, and now, that was another two things she needed to worry about.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t even realized the warning lights in her car had been going off until her car slowed to a stop in the middle of the road. When she realized that her car stopped and wouldn’t start again, she cried out and banged on her steering wheel repeatedly, “No, no, no, no!” No matter what she did, the car wouldn’t start and her head hit the wheel as she cried out once again, overwhelmed with emotion. But, the car horns honking behind her snapped her out of her daze and she flicked on her emergency blinkers and quickly stepped out of her car in a panic.
ORLEANS TIRE AND AUTO
The bold sign caught Y/n’s attention and for a moment, she cocked her head in confusion. She’d taken this same way home pretty much every day for the last year at least, and never once noticed its presence on the block. Before she could focus too much on it, she walked forward through the front door, walking right up to the person at the desk. “Hi, there! My car broke down right outside in the middle of traffic, I could really use some help!” She said worriedly, her head turning past her shoulder to keep an eye on her car, watching several drivers curse out their windows and turn past her car. She groaned in embarrassment, turning her head to look ahead at the person behind the desk, and startling at the tall, broad shouldered man who now stood ahead of her.
“Oh. Hi.” She gave a friendly smile, straightening out her fluffy red skirt and pulling down her white blouse as if to make herself more presentable. “Um.” She angled her body so the man could see past her and out the window, “That’s my car. Out there, in the middle of traffic.” She chuckled awkwardly, “Was wondering if you’d be able to provide any help? Um...Or if you could simply just tow it out of the street until I could find someone to tow it to my house, I’m a little short on funds right now, just spent the bulk of my money on my kids’ craft day.”
JAMES KELLY chuckled softly at the sight of her, “Howdy.” He greeted with a nod as he listened to her ailment, “Yeah. I could help out. I’ll get ‘er outta the street.” He extended an oil-slicked hand to her before realizing and swiping it across his jumpsuit, “Pardon me. Name’s Kelly, James Kelly.”
Y/n took his hand and shook it firmly, a soft smile on both of their faces.
“Y/n. Y/n L/n.”
JAMES smirked, the shape of a crescent moon on his face before he extended his hand to the seats nearby the desk. What a coincidence that the owner of the wrong number he'd just called stumbled into his shop of all places. It was almost as if he summoned her. “Please, take a seat, I’ll be back shortly," He didn’t wait for an answer before walking out of the door Y/n had just entered through. Y/n blinked in surprise before walking over to the seat furthest from the man at the desk, already repulsed out by the pornographic magazine he was reading.
She noticed the way the man leered at her and instantly felt intensely uncomfortable under his gaze, her hands wrapping around her shoulder bag before following the mechanic outside and entering the garage from the outside to minimize interaction with the creepy guy up front.
JAMES was already under the hood of her car as Y/n approached him, curiously peering around the raised hood of her car. As if he knew she was there, which he did, JAMES was wiping his hands on an already filthy rag, whipping it over his shoulder. “Drained battery. Nothin’ too crazy. I should have this fixed up within the next hour or so, maybe even sooner.” He smiled at her, leaning against her car.
Y/n gulped anxiously, “Uh, well, how much will that be? I don’t have much and my next check isn’t coming until the day after Christmas.”
JAMES gave her a knowing smile and laughed kindly,
“Bah.” He said with a wave of his hand, “Don’t worry, chickadee. This one’s on the house, just...get me a hot cuppa’ coffee or somethin’.” He joked.
She cracked a smile, “I call my kids that!” Then, his words sunk in and she processed what he was offering. Her jaw dropped, “You’re kidding right? Like...you’re just messing around? Really, you don’t have to be so gracious, really, Christmas is right around the corner, I can just-”
“Hey.” His voice took on a more firm tone now, and he walked over to her, leaving about six inches between them. “Relax. Let me take care of this for ya, okay? Just...think of it as a Christmas miracle or somethin’, yeah?” Y/n was still stunned, blinking up at him in silence.
“Uh-” She scoffed in disbelief before shaking her head and smiling up at him. “Thank you. Seriously. This means so much. I-I have to go tell my roomate I’ll be late coming home tonight, thank you so much, again, James.”
As she scurried off outside and headed down the corner with her phone held up to her ear, James stared ahead at her, watching as she walked away. A smirk was frozen on his face as he thought quietly to himself,
She was much cuter than she sounded over the phone.
“Yo, boss, you gon’ tap that? Or is she free ga-”
The perv from the front desk couldn’t even fully get out his disgusting comment before JAMES punched him in the gut.
“Keep it in your pants, Charlie. She’s already spoken for.”
~
The sun had just started to go down, still on the lower cusp of the horizon and painting the sky a beautiful blend of dark blues, purples, and violets. As JAMES finished up Y/n’s car battery, he heard the familiar bell of the shop’s door and his head flicked over to the woman headed towards him with a baggie and two coffee cups in a paper cupholder with a handle up top. He couldn’t help but scoff as he smiled.
“Doll,” He drawled, his smirk only increased in size as he slammed her hood shut. After cleaning his mucky hands off on the dirty rag over his shoulder, he walked towards the teacher who seemed to be carrying a bit more than comfortable. He chuckled as she handed him the folded paper bag and one of the two coffee cups.
“Holiday blend. Dark roast.” She grinned before pointing at the bag, “And some extra goodies in there for you, a double chocolate cookie and a brownie.”
The mechanic’s heart and stomach both did some backflips each, and the feeling made JAMES think both organs were going to knot together and get stuck forever. He was speechless. When he’d told her to grab him a hot cup of coffee, he’d been clearly joking. But here she was, with the hot cup of coffee and extras? It took damn near all of JAMES’s effort to react calmly. “You didn’t need to.” He settled on, still in disbelief as the aroma of the roast hit his nose. He moaned in delight at the scent.
“Perfect timing too, car’s all good to go.” JAMES changed the subject, wanting the spotlight off himself before he said or did something stupid.
“Great!” The preschool teacher said, rummaging through her bag and pulling out her wallet, “How much?” She asked, mentally doing the math in her head on how she was going to split the payment.
JAMES only laughed again, shaking his head. “Hey, when I said on the house, I meant on the house, darlin’,” He winked, “No take backs.” His words only caused Y/n’s face to soften,
“Didn’t think you really meant it...You sure, James?” She asked softly, her wallet now held against her side.
The mechanic in the stained coveralls only smiled at her again.
“Yeah. Go on ahead, get outta here. Just take care and try to keep an eye on your maintenance lights so this doesn’t happen again. Unless you wanna see me again,” He teased, walking back into the lobby, making sure to not forget,
“Have a good night, Chickadee.”
~
Days passed quickly and the imminent date of the staff Christmas party that Y/n had confirmed her attendance to encroached upon her quickly. Still, she hadn’t found a date. Any and all guy friends she could’ve taken with her were either already out of state with their families, or already had plans.
Which is how she found herself in her current position, standing in front of ORLEANS TIRE AND AUTO, dressed in her festive Christmas Eve outfit. She wore a headband with a small Santa hat on it, paired with her maroon red dress and stockinged legs, accessorized by black kitten heels that she felt pulled the whole outfit together.
She had driven past the mechanic daily without realizing, before she met the tall and handsome JAMES KELLY, and now after meeting him, she went out of her way to look into the shop and see if he was working that day. The baby-blued eyed mechanic was the only man she’d seen daily, and every day Y/n thought to herself, Man, he works himself to the bone. I hope he takes a load off at some point.
She leaned on her hands and looked inside the shop, both grateful and disappointed to not see a single soul inside. He was probably off doing something for the holidays, and for that thought she was grateful. After her third unanswered knock, she walked back to her car with a soft sigh, watching as her breath billowed around her face. She turned on her car and realized she was low on gas, sighing once more as she turned around and headed toward the gas station. Oh well, at least she decided to leave early today.
JAMES KELLY groaned in annoyance when he realized he’d smoked his last cigarette. He crumpled the empty box and tossed it into the trash can in the shop, flicking off the lights and locking up behind him, exiting through the back and towards the shortcut he always took to the gas station while he was on the clock. He couldn’t help but wonder about the girl the fluffy skirt he’d seen merely a week ago and hoped she was having a good, warm, night unlike him.
Eventually, after a cold walk and regretting not bringing a thicker coat, he pulled open the door and immediately walked to the register, scanning the wall behind the store attendant, looking for his favorite brand of cigarettes. Lost in thought over the fact that there were new brands this time around, and not the same three packs as there always were, he almost didn’t hear the exasperated “Woah!”
When JAMES KELLY flicked his head over to the sound, he saw just the woman who had been occupying his thoughts for the last week and he smiled. “Woah, indeed, Chickadee. Y’alright? Can you...carry all that by yourself?” He asked with a laugh, approaching her and deciding to take a liter of soda and a bag of chips from her hands. “Maybe y’shoulda gotten a basket or something,” He teased, his eyes scanning over her and taking in her outfit from head to toe. Cute, the tired man thought to himself.
Y/n smiled warmly up at him, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him, “James! It’s so nice to see you! Thanks,” she muttered as he helped her place her items onto the counter.
“What’re you up to tonight?” The two asked in unison before chuckling at their accidental synchronization.
“On my way home. Just got off.” JAMES answered first, seeing as Y/n was waiting for him to speak first. She frowned at his words, making his stomach do that weird flip thing again.
“You worked on Christmas Eve?! What a travesty!” The young teacher seemed very bothered by the thought of him working on a holiday, and while JAMES KELLY was never one to celebrate holidays, something in the way she spoke made him want to reconsider. JAMES chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck,
“Yeah. Work don’t quit, y’know?” He shrugged before redirecting the conversation in her favor, “What about you? Who or what’s got you so dolled up?” He nudged her shoulder playfully, hoping he wasn’t being weird. He was delighted when she laughed,
“Just some dumb holiday party I accidentally said I was going to,” She placed the rest of the chips and soda onto the counter next to the other things before pulling out her wallet. “I saw you eyeing the cigs. G’head and pick out whichever. I’ll cover it.” She smiled up at him kindly.
JAMES was taken aback by the offer to cover his cigarettes. “You...sure about that, Chickadee? You know you don’t have to?” She mirrored his actions from their first interaction and grinned cheekily at him, waving her arm dismissively,
“Bah. Don’t worry about it. Call it a Christmas miracle or something.”
JAMES stared at her in shock for a minute before finally letting himself laugh and accept the sweet gesture. He pointed out a box and the cashier grabbed the box, starting to ring everything up.
“You said you...accidentally said you were going to this party? What kinda party is it? And how did you accidentally confirm your attendance?” He asked with a soft chortle, causing a wider smile to spread across the school teacher’s face.
Y/n swiped her card and successfully paid for everything, not even having the chance to pick up a single bag before JAMES picked up everything. He read the confusion in her gaze and only flashed his bright smile at her, “Hey. You bought me cigs. Least I can do is walk you and your bags to the car, right?” It was a rhetorical question, yet Y/n still nodded. She couldn’t even get the door for him, he already having pushed it open with his leg and holding it open for her to pass through. Gratefully, she darted through the door and led JAMES to her car. “Car holding up okay? Making sure your maintenance lights are all off?” He titillated, causing her to giggle, yet again. The more she laughed and the more she smiled, the more JAMES knew he wanted to hear and see more.
“Yeah. No issues at all. Still runnin’ great. Thanks again, by the way.” She nodded at him gratefully, unlocking the car and opening the trunk for him to place the bags into. “But, to answer your earlier question,” she turned to face him, leaning against her now closed trunk, “My coworkers love to tease me for the fact that I never bring anyone with me to holiday parties when I do go, but, my one coworker caught me at a bad time, and just so I wouldn’t hear her say the same thing she does every year, I just hurriedly agreed and said I’d show up with someone.” She shrugged.
JAMES’s heart skipped a jealous beat at the thought of the beautiful woman ahead of him going to a holiday party with some other guy, despite not knowing her well. But instead of vocalizing his jealousy, he simply cleared his throat and crossed his arms over his chest, the pack of cigarettes she bought him oddly warm in his pocket. “So, where’s the guy?” He tried to ask as nonchalantly as he could.
Y/n only burst into laughter, confusing JAMES and sending an embarrassed heat to the tips of his ears. Was he really that obvious?
“I didn’t have anyone to bring, I kinda just lied to get her off my back and hoped I’d find someone to bring with me by the day of the party, but, the party’s in an hour and I still don-”
“I’ll go with you. If you want.” JAMES’s sudden burst of confidence surprised even himself and he felt like he was watching himself from a different perspective for a minute. He cleared his throat, adding a tad more confidence and bass to his voice, “Not really doin’ anything myself, and hey, you bought me good cigarettes and didn’t ask for nothin’ in return, so…” He looked away, shrugging nonchalantly. “Just an offer, Chickadee. I get what it’s like to have people on your ass ‘bout that sorta thing.”
Y/n stared at the mechanic in shock, her mouth slightly agape as she processed his offer. Not only had she been thinking of him the last week or so and had been trying to find the balls to ask him to attend with her, herself, but the fact that he offered first made her gulp in anticipation. “I-Well-”
JAMES did not want to screw this up. Quickly, he backpedaled only slightly, “I mean, I gotta change if I’m gonna be in front of your work friends, don’t wanna embarrass ya, right? If you wouldn’t mind swingin’ around mine first so I could clean up for ya, I’d be more than willing to go.”
Alright, James, maybe laying it on a bit thick. He thought to himself, but before his thoughts could turn more self-deprecating, Y/n only nodded.
“Yeah. I’d love that, actually. Hop in.” She said softly, walking over to the driver’s seat and climbing into her car.
After driving to James's house, Y/n was waiting outside in her car, staring out the window with racing thoughts of the tall and handsome JAMES KELLY, before a knock on her window stalled her thoughts. She looked out of her passenger seat window and grinned at the now cleaned up JAMES KELLY, oil slicked coveralls nowhere to be seen, his hair neatly styled, and in a maroon shirt and black pants that looked far too good on him. Y/n swallowed her saliva, blinking in complete surprise at how well he cleaned up. “Well look at you,” She smiled as he climbed into the car. The scent of his warm cologne hit her nose as he reached over to buckle in and Y/n swore she’d pass out from how delicious it smelled. She took a deep and cleansing breath, not wanting to freak him out with...whatever it was she was feeling.
“Glad to not disappoint. Was worried, didn’t know if you’d approve. I tried to find something as close to your dress color as I could,” He winked, his eyes catching the time on her dashboard. “Huh. Thought and felt like I took much longer than fifteen minutes,” He chuckled mostly to himself, “Ready to go, Chickadee?” He pushed a hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear.
The gesture alone nearly made Y/n short circuit, but hearing that he tried to match with her almost killed her. She blushed madly, grateful that it was now completely dark outside and he couldn’t see the way her cheeks darkened. She turned away with a shy smile, starting the car, “Yeah. Let’s go.”
The car ride was comfortably silent, other than the radio. JAMES was silently grateful she wasn’t the type to play Christmas music the entire way to a Christmas party, but, between you and me,
He wouldn’t have minded anything Y/n played. He was just glad to be there.
As Y/n pulled into a parking spot towards the back of the parking lot, she took a steadying breath and turned to the gorgeous man in her shotgun seat. “Ready to hang out around a bunch of teachers?” She said with a soft laugh, surprised and flattered by the mechanic’s answer,
“As long as they’re prepared to hear about how you are my favorite.”
The two got out of the car and walked to the trunk, JAMES fighting over the bags with Y/n playfully before brushing shoulders with her, like they were two crushing teenagers. Upon walking through the door, Shelly was the first to greet them. Shelly’s eyes damn near popped out of her head at the sight of the tall man at Y/n’s side. “Merry Christmas Eve, Miss L/n and..?” Shelly stared at JAMES, drool almost pooling at the corner of her mouth.
“James. How are ya?” He repositioned the bags all into one hand to shake Shelly’s limp and stunned hand. “Where can I put these?” He drawled, gesturing to the bags in his hands. Shelly smacked her lips shut and swallowed, hesitantly pointing somewhere behind her.
“Great. Thanks, Miss. C’mon, Chickadee.” JAMES guided Y/n, his free arm looped around Y/n’s shoulder. It sent butterflies exploding through both him and Y/n, but neither of them spoke on it.
After putting down the refreshments and snacks, Y/n and JAMES were pretty much passed around the party like candy, everyone curious about Y/n’s surprise and secret guest, all wanting to know how the two found each other,
“How’d you two lovebirds meet?” Amy, the fourth grade teacher asked Y/n, causing a bright blush to explode across her face. Before she could stutter out some semblance of ‘Oh, we aren’t together, he’s just my date tonight,’ her date was already speaking on her behalf,
“Seems like it was fate my little Chickadee found me,” He wrapped a strong arm around Y/n’s shoulders tightly, pulling her into his side. “Her car broke down in front of my auto shop, and from that moment on, I...couldn’t get her perfect smile outta my head,” He glanced over to her, smiling genuinely with a look in his eyes that could only be read as, I meant every word of that.
At the realization, Y/n let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and she leaned her head against JAMES’s chest. Amy awed and opened her mouth to ask another question before Martin, the eighth grade teacher pulled her away with a mumbled apology.
When they were alone, JAMES motioned to run a hand through his hair, “Sorry. Was that too much?” He asked bashfully, a light blush on his own cheeks. When he moved his arm though, Y/n let out a soft gasp, realizing they were standing under mistletoe. She shook her head, but the look on her face made the mechanic turn around in confusion, “Huh, what’re you-” Then, he saw it.
He smirked at her, placing down his cup on the table next to her, his hands finding her waist. “Oh really, Chickadee? You tell me to stand here on purpose? Ever been kissed under mistletoe?” His voice was playful and his eyebrows wiggled as Y/n giggled, her arms going around his neck. She shook her head,
“Nope, never been kissed under mistletoe before, but, what if I did place you here on purpose?” She asked in him in the same tone, the distance between them shrinking quickly. Y/n’s eyes closed as she leaned in, as did JAMES’s. Right as their lips brushed, JAMES’s phone began to buzz in his pocket. The sound made both of them hesitate and open their eyes, but JAMES continued past it, before his phone started ringing again. With a more than annoyed grunt, he pulled away from Y/n, his hand darting into his pocket to see who was bothering him on Christmas Eve of all days. No one ever bothered him on Christmas Eve.
JAMES’s eyes nearly bulged from his head when he saw who was calling him.
MISSED CALL FROM: FRANKIE
INCOMING CALL FROM: FRANKIE
“Oh fuck, Chickadee, I’m so sorry, I have to—do you mind if I--?” JAMES mumbled apologetically, his eyes darting between his phone screen and Y/n’s soft lips that he’d been dreaming about kissing for the last week.
Y/n shrunk in on herself, wrapping herself in a self-hug before finishing her drink quickly in feigned nonchalance. “Yeah. Go ahead.”
JAMES debated taking a minute to thank her, but ultimately decided against it and walked to a quieter part of the house, now in the hallway near the bathroom.
“What the fuck, Frankie? Why the fuck are you calling me right now? How the fuck are you calling me right now?” JAMES whisper-yelled into the phone, clearly upset to be bothered at this exact moment.
“Damn, baby brother, thought you would’ve been more excited to hear I got out early on good behavior.” JAMES’s older brother replied, laughing and clearly drinking something as he spoke.
JAMES’s entire demeanor changed. Frankie wasn’t supposed to get out until New Year’s Day, but, of course fate had to find a way to interfere with JAMES’s moment with Y/n. It was too good to be true, she was too good to be true.
JAMES let out a long and heavy sigh, “Where are you?”
“At the house. Thought you’d be home. Thought you didn’t do holidays, Jimmy?”
“It’s JAMES, now. And this year’s different.” JAMES kept his statement vague. The last thing he needed to hear was his older brother’s teases and everything in between for deciding to spend this holiday with who seemed to be the woman of his dreams.
There was a moment of silence on the other line as Frankie took in the correction.
“Well, I bet whatever you’re doing tonight isn’t more important than seeing your brother who’s been in jail for the last decade. I’m at the house, James.” Frankie said with clear annoyance, “Ain’t even come to visit me at all. So, I’d say you owe me.”
JAMES couldn’t deny the fact that he’d stopped visiting Frankie in jail when he began wanting to turn over a new leaf. His eyes caught Y/n’s sad and closed off demeanor, knowing he was the cause of it, and nearly punched the wall. With a roll of his eyes, he massaged his temples in an attempt to ward off the growing migraine behind his eyes.
“Christ. Fine.” He didn’t give Frankie a chance to say anything else before ending the call and shoving his phone into his pocket, dreading what he was about to do.
Awkwardly, he walked up to Y/n, who still stayed in the same place. He tried to ignore the way his heart skipped a beat at her hopeful expression when he came back, “Everything okay…?” She asked him worriedly. Of course. Of course she had to ask him that. Of course she was kind enough for that to be the first question out of her mouth after he’d ruined their moment.
“Uh. No. Not really. I have a family emergency, I’m so sorry to bail, but I gotta get home immediately. I’m sorry, Y/n.”
Y/n nodded, going through her purse, “Ohmigosh, no, don’t even worry about it! Here, I’ll just say my goodbyes real quick and I’l drop you back off at home-”
JAMES’s eyes shot open wide at her offer and he immediately shook his head. The last thing he wanted or needed was his brother to meet the sweet girl that threatened to steal JAMES’s heart. He wasn't willing to corrupt her like that.
He cleared his throat, “Uh. That’s alright. Won’t be necessary, but I appreciate it. Stay. Enjoy your party, alright. Have uh… Have a Merry Christmas, Chickadee.”
And before she could get out another word, JAMES KELLY pushed past the strangers in the party’s attendance, leaving the pre-school teacher all by herself on Christmas Eve.
JAMES KELLY screwed up, and he screwed up bad.
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heavy, calculated steps thudded throughout the rocky walls, the damp cavern echoing with the sound of heavy mechanical breathing alongside footsteps. it was dark and gloomy, seemingly abandoned, but he knew to trust the force and not rely merely on his eyesight. he kept walking, finally finding the dimly lit table in the center of the cavern-like prison.
he continued to encroach upon her, his steps loud, slow, and steady. he finally approached the surgical table, peering down at the victim. the dark lord’s face contorted in a surge of anger, his lip curling as he forced his gaze to the ground. he was, for once, grateful for his helmet obscuring his face.
“oh, y/n…” darth vader’s inhuman voice groaned, “what have they done to you?”
his mind raced with countless memories simultaneously, blinking back the waves and waves of emotion as the girl on the medical table underneath him lay unconscious.
anakin had been chasing y/n around the training room, his practice saber cocked behind his head as he prepared to throw it at the younger girl. “ani, no!” she backed away, a smile threatening to rip across her face and break through her stern tone. although anakin was the older of the two, it seemed the younger padawan was always the one to keep the chosen one tame. he released the wooden saber, missing y/n’s head completely and knocking over a new vase that’d just been added into the room. anakin and the young girl stood side by side in silence before y/n’s arm smacked into anakin’s chest, earning a loud groan from the older padawan, “you moron! you’re telling the masters this time, not me!”
darth vader nearly laughed at the memory before forcing his face to harden. he straightened his shoulders and took a deep breath, ‘forget her. forget her, she means nothing.’ the sith repeated the mantra to himself, his eyes shut as he tried to force the words to become true.
then, her eyes opened.
she gasped and sat up straight, or as straight as the restraints let her. she had not said a single word, her eyes only scanning the man who stood above her. darth vader froze in place, something he hadn’t seen himself doing in years. he was frozen like a deer in headlights, looking at the girl underneath him, the girl who arguably knew him better than he knew himself.
“i-i’ve never said a word to them a-about you,” y/n whispered, her voice scratchy and weak from the clear torture she’d been through since…who knows how long. her skin was marred with injury, dried blood, barely healed cuts and bruises littering the face that anakin once thought beautiful. perhaps if anakin were here now, he’d think the same, but alas, only the great sith lord stood alongside the injured woman.
the words caught him completely off guard and vader’s head almost swiveled right off his shoulders. he blinked once. twice. then three times.
“what..?” a single, simple word that in no way encompassed exactly how many questions he had in that moment, a word that in no way encompassed any of the emotion raging within.
he dared let himself think, ‘does she remember me? does she know who i am?’
“i never told anyone any of your secrets, anakin. never.”
darth vader sharply inhaled, “that name has no meaning to me. i don’t know who you believe i am but-”
“don’t lie to me. i know that chain holding your cloak over your shoulders is the remnants of the necklace i made you to protect you from force mind tricks. i know that it’s you, ani.” y/n said, staring straight at him.
“NO. i told you that name has no meaning to me.”
silence. the rasp of vader’s synthesizer was the only constant, the two finding each other’s gazes as their breaths synced. y/n tried to sit up once again, groaning lowly as she did.
that was when he noticed her bloodied wrists. he kneeled down without a second thought, holding her much smaller hand in his gloved hands. another memory cut through his mind, slicing through him easier than a hot blade cutting through a freshly baked loaf of bread.
anakin was sitting on the couch in the middle of his quarters, shaking his head as he mumbled a slew of curses, his brow furrowed in that way it always would when he was upset. y/n sat beside him silently, her body rigid and unmoving. her hand was in anakin’s, her gaze flickering between his eyes and his hands as he worked.
“i told you that i should’ve gone with you, hadn’t i?” the jedi knight scolded her, his head shaking once more as he spoke. “i told you, y/n/n. i told you!” y/n sighed softly, accepting his raised voice. he was entirely right, she had only recently become a jedi knight, a short period after anakin had. finally being sent on a mission by herself, her head had gotten cloudy with excited pride and she had rushed into battle, headfirst, with no back up plan. though she’d come out victorious, she hardly left unscathed. her soft skin was now bleeding and ripped open. too many times had she been scolded for moving to block a blade or blaster with her arm, and too many times had anakin given her the same lecture.
“i only wanted to be as brave as you, ani.” y/n said dejectedly, watching as he finally, carefully, wrapped her wounded arm with practiced ease. her words made anakin stop in his tracks, his touch stuttering. anakin raised his bright blue gaze to y/n’s softened e/c gaze.
“you shouldn’t say such things so lightly, y/n.”
darth vader hissed at y/n’s movement, his grip tightening over her small wrist, though he kept her injuries in mind. his mind flashed with the memories of the countless times they’d cleaned each other up after missions and he felt his chest constrict in a way he hadn’t felt in a very long time. “easy.” he said gruffly, blinking slowly as he analyzed her. darth vader stood now, leaning closer to the restrained girl, his jaw clenching tighter and tighter upon the realization that she’d had more injuries than he’d ever seen on her soft skin prior. what happened here? who did this? why did they do this?
vader knew now wasn’t the time for questions, but he couldn’t stop himself as he circled around the surgical table, looking for a release hatch of any kind. “why? why haven’t you given into the force to rip away these dreadful binds?” his voice was angry, though the anger wasn’t directed at y/n.
y/n swallowed dryly, licking her excessively dry lips before she spoke, “i’m not able to use the force in my position,” she said quietly, her gaze averted from the sith, her gaze darting all around the room. he could feel her fear in the air, how worried she was. though he couldn’t determine exactly who or what she was so scared of, he assumed it was of her captors.
“in your…” he repeated her words, confusion evident in his tone, “what do you mean?”
y/n sighed, her eye twitching in a silent wince as she rearranged herself into a more comfortable position, “i’m bound by some mix of noris root and beskar, or something like that, i’m not sure. all i know is that the force will not penetrate whatever these are, nor will my strength.” y/n gently gestured with her wrists, groaning as she felt the cuffs press harder into her already sullied skin.
darth vader growled, detesting the cruelty of her captors, the irony not lost on him. before he could even say anything, he felt a shift in the air. without a second thought, his large metallic hands wrapped around the binds that held the former jedi down. he jerked them away from y/n’s hands, the binds snapping and disintegrating in his grip. immediately, a loud, blaring alarm echoed throughout the room. vader grunted angrily, quickly finding himself at y/n’s feet. he ripped off the links across her ankles and he felt his anger spike at her bloodied ankles. she was in no condition to run. with an unpracticed jostle, vader lifted up the girl’s weakened form, already growing tired of the high pitched scream of the alarm. the siren soon began to flash red and at that point, vader readjusted y/n on his back, “hold onto me, and don’t let go.” he commanded her.
darth vader had no idea why he was saving her, this girl who meant nothing to darth vader, and everything to anakin skywalker. he should have killed her or immediately left after finding her, or perhaps, he should’ve walked right by her unconscious form and slaughtered everyone in the building, then left. he elected to question his own actions later, his feet already moving towards the exit before he even received confirmation that she heard him. as he found himself charging through the door, he felt the familiar feeling of y/n’s small frame wrapping around him tightly.
the siren only continued to blare louder and louder, the further away the two ran from y/n’s former prison. as she rested her chin across darth vader’s shoulders, she forced her eyes shut, using the force as much as she could in her weakened state. she forced herself to focus on any life forms, sensing several armed bodies incoming. her voice was still weak, though less strained, “go to the right. straight ahead’s a trap,” vader listened, making a sharp right down a different corridor, his grip on her tightening.
“be careful using the force in your state, young one.” the old nickname he’d given y/n many years ago nuzzled itself again against y/n’s ears. her breath caught in her throat at the reminder of anakin, but she used the emotion she felt to let the force flow through her even more. she said nothing in return to his warning, only using the force to guide them to their exit.
“more enemies down this hall on the right, go straight down the stairs–” she groaned, a sudden pain striking her in the head. vader let out another hiss, about to warn her once more before instead deciding to bite his tongue. he felt the familiar comfort of y/n’s presence and nearly snipped at her before he remembered just where they were. later. he told himself before pressing on, following her direction.
anakin had been making fun of y/n all day, but he had been enjoying himself despite his jokes of being annoyed. “ah, i remember when i was your age, young one.” the newly announced jedi knight spoke regally, as overdramatically as he could. it was y/n’s birthday, so of course he just had to tease her as much as humanly possible.
“will you shut up? for once?” her words were rude, though her tone was free of malice, a sparkly grin on her lips. anakin barked out a laugh, “you’re not even that much older than me, you-”
“relax, children,” master obi-wan kenobi chided, a big smirk on his face. the two padawans got along much better than he or the council had anticipated, something he reveled in.
y/n turned her head to obi-wan, using her finger to swipe off some frosting from her plated cake. she stood and cocked her arm back, throwing the small glob of frosting at obi-wan’s face, earning a disgruntled groan from the master. anakin couldn’t help but burst into laughter again, doubled over and clinging to his stomach as he fought to catch his breath.
darth vader spoke in a strained, hushed whisper-yell as he increased his speed, “stay with me, y/n!”
the younger girl groaned out, “workin’ on it…” she blinked away the comforting memory of anakin and obi-wan, heaving a breath before continuing, “should be home free once you go through that doorway ahead.” the siren’s volume had dulled now, or maybe y/n had just started to accept the blaring as background noise.
when he breached the exit, the sith turned around and focused on the force’s current through his body. there was an eerie silence in the forest all around them, the siren having now completely stopped. “alright, we’re out. are you-”
she was unconscious. darth vader could not only sense it, but he could feel the dead weight that now relied completely on him. with a low sigh, he crouched slightly, using the momentum to jostle her upward, higher on his back. his hand found the back of her head, resting on her messy hair for a moment before his arms wrapped around her legs again as he sighed.
he said nothing after his realization, instead taking off towards safety and solitude.
