Hello My Lovelies! I Have Officially Graduated High School! Oh My God I Am Free!! ;-;

Hello my lovelies! I have officially graduated high school! Oh my god I am free!! ;-;

I have more time to write but I still have two part time jobs even though im taking a gap year so it might be slow but I really want to get back into writing!! I have some stuff saved that I didnt finish so I will post those first but please feel free to leave requests!!

~Mwah

Hello again! Sorry about this but my friend and I were talking about what an yandere! Deathstroke would be like- thoughts??

No need to be sorry! I’m all about people requesting no matter how many times they do!!! I hope you don’t mind me doing this request first, I finally got some time to sit down and read after a hectic exam block and this one stuck out to me first, so I really wanted to do it ASAP!!

Honestly, I had to skim over some other fanfics and google his name AND THEN STILL I HAD NO CLUE WHO THIS PIECE OF DILF WAS! Until I saw something where he called night wing kid and it all rushed to me! How could I forget him! He was my guilty pleasure crush growing up!!!

This ended up getting a little long because of the scene I snuck in at the end (and yes I used a song from steven universe, I was listening to a slow dance playlist and it fit somehow with slade, also thinking of him watching steven universe is so cute!!) but I love it so- 

I will definitely write more for Deathstroke after this!!! I have so many ideas :D

✧2400 words ✧Deathstroke x Reader ✧SHE/HER pronouns

I hope you enjoy Bubs! ~Mwah

✧Deathstroke or Slade Wilson is a semi-strict yandere in a way. He’s unbelievably lucid, he knows stealing you away and forcing you to stay with him is wrong, he’s a big bag scary villain so it’s obvious that you would try to kick and scream if your terrified of him. Though this makes his actions softer he does not tolerate you trying to pry and manipulate him. He has strict rules he expects you to follow because come on, he lets you scream profanities at him, and he understands your hesitance to eat anything, but he will not allow you to throw any food onto the floor and such like that.

✧He has bases galore, so he definitely is going to have you hidden in one with even his most close henchmen not knowing about you specifically but knowing that they need to make sure nobody goes in and nobody leaves. It’s not like Slade is going to give you any chances to escape tbh.

✧Slade definitely has his silent mercenary attitude with you, not really that intentional, he just doesn’t really know how to be ‘soft’ after his years of torturing and killing. Like, a man doesn’t get to his stature just willy-nilly, he’s a killing machine with muscles, brains and wit. Though compared to everyone else, your treated as soft as he can be. 

✧Don’t get it twisted he will put you in your place if you do anything wrong, he isn’t even opposed to snatching something out of your hand silently if you’re doing something his disapproves of, but he never yells at you and NEVER hurts you. 

✧On that note he would never try to do anything without your permission, away from the whole kidnapping part. The only reason why he kidnapped you in the first place was because he couldn’t risk making any sort of relationship with you in the outside world. People are always out to get him and therefore would target you, but he was itching to talk to you in any way, and after a particularly close call with a low life villain trying to square up to him, he knew he had to do anything to keep you safe. 

✧His military background does come up a lot when he’s strict, not too bad. No drop and give me twenty, but when he gives you THAT look… yea you stop whatever or do whatever he wants. (Dad/DILF vibes??)

✧Slade is such a dad and though he doesn’t realise it, it too also slips when he gets strict and even when he shows affection. At first you might not even realise when he is affectionate or gives you a lick of it but once you realise it, it’s kind of wholesome and cute? 

✧Head pats with a murmured praise appropriate with what you did, a pat on the back or shoulder or arm with a slight twitch of his lip if you squint. Once, you swear, you managed to catch him watching you with a raised brow with a small smile on his lips. 

✧Small silent gestures are also VERY big but not noticeable until you really look, food is always healthy and balanced but there’s not a lick of texture or ingrediencies you don’t like. The snack cupboard is always available, and he seems to leave out snacks you like just laying around while nodding to it when he passes by to make sure you know that you’re always allowed to have it. Books, pencils and sketchbooks are found on a shelf or in a cupboard, new but made to look like it was just coincidence that it was laying there. If you ever ask to use it or to have a snack he starts off the few times by saying something along the lines of;

“You’re allowed any food in the house without needing to ask.” 

Or  “You’re allowed to anything you find.” With a silent line of ‘but nothing that you could use to escape or hurt me.’

✧But after saying that a few times, if you keep asking just because your anxious or not sure he will give you a silent nod. 

✧He knows how to hack and code so letting you have a game console is a luxury you will have, as well as a nice flat screen TV. If he feels like your glued to them and you keep putting off eating and sleeping for them then he will take them away silently and push you to do something else.

✧Slade loves music but he himself doesn’t even know it, until you’re exploring the small apartment like base he has you in, and find an old half broken record player but you can’t seem to find any vinyls. When Slade comes home after work and is starting to undo his tie and peel away his suit jacket, you curiously start making conversation about the old thing. His eyes scan over it as he walks to the bedroom to take a shower and says that he forgot it was even there, he had gotten it from someone he can’t remember though he does remember it being in one of his cars for a while before he got fussed enough to dump it at this hide out when he was ‘visiting’ and let it fade out of his mind. 

After his shower you both talk about its condition over dinner and when the night winds down and he has a glass of whiskey on the rocks in his off hand while he’s leisurely sitting on a plush chair, you hint that you want to try and fix it. Hearing this he just takes a sip while assessing the damage of the broken thing, not dusty anymore as you had wiped it down, on the coffee table before he hums. A few minutes pass of you both drinking your beverage, yours a warm drink instead of alcohol, when he finally gets up and properly looks at the record player. He pries some broken pieces lightly with the tip of his fingers before giving a silent nod. When your face breaks out in a smile, he says it’s time for both of you to hit the sack. 

The next morning when you wake up, Slade has some breakfast on the stove and you both mummer pleasantries before devouring it. When you get to the lounge room though, you find a toolbox that should have enough to fix the record player, Slade comes in shortly after and doesn’t say anything about it and just talks about how he has to get ready for work. 

Now this can end in three ways; 

One- You successfully fix it without any help and some elbow grease

Two- You try and fail, you get frustrated and at the end fix it with pure spite.

Or 

Three- You try and fail, before trying some more and failing again. Slade will fix something behind your back and guide you in the right direction behind your back and then suddenly you have fixed it! (Even though you have a suspicion he helped)

In every way slade will have the same reaction, he will give you a head pat with a “Good Job” before doing a once over of your work and humming satisfied to himself a few times to tell you that it’s all good. You’re so happy that you fixed it that it doesn’t even pass by in your mind that there’s no vinyl to play when you go down to sleep that night, it only pops by in your mind the next day after Slade leaves early that morning and your stuck staring at it. 

Though that night when Slade comes home in a plain outfit (he always changes out of his Deathstroke armour before coming to the house and washes the blood off his skin quickly if he’s been killing) and you exchange greetings you both don’t talk about it, at dinner you both don’t talk about it either and also when you both settle into the routine of sitting in the lounge with your respecting drinks in your hands and that day you choose to read a book and sit in comfortable silence. You don’t need to pester him more about the record player, you think to give him a break but when you awake with no Slade in the house again two days in a row and you go to the lounge to watch TV with the breakfast he made for you, there’s a flat paper brown bag next to the record player. Breakfast now thrown out of your mind; you leave it on the table to get cold as you slowly open the brown bag to reveal a large new black vinyl. The smell of cardboard wafts as you bring the vinyl up to your nose to take a quick sniff, thinking it would’ve smelled like plastic instead but being pleasantly surprised, it smells something akin to an old book. There’s no note and no name on what the song is but you plug in the record player anyways and get ready to play it, there’s a few seconds of static and you don’t realise your holding your breath until the soft sound of a piano followed by a few other instruments filling the room makes you release it.

Surprisingly it’s not an old song, which really shouldn’t be that surprising, but its jazzy and it does have a soft vibe and it’s slightly muffled to make it sound cosy.

You sit there for a bit, finally getting comfy on the couch and placing the plate on your lap to eat the now cold breakfast, while listening to the song over and over. 

Slade had some work that needed to be done, so he had left early in the morning the past two days as well has coming home late last night so he thought to come home early on this day, just as the sun started setting to shine the world with soft hues of yellow and orange. 

What he didn’t think he would see was his darling swaying her body lightly to the song softly playing in the background, she look so ethereal with her hair slightly messy and her pyjama’s slightly crumpled, because who really wants to get dressed up every day to sit around the house?, with the hues of orange and yellow bouncing of their (S/C) skin and face, accentuating their features like their nose and cheeks.

He’s so taken back that the song doesn’t even register in his head until (Y/N) starts humming along. 

“I always thought I might be bad,

Now I'm sure that it's true, 

‘Cause I think you're so good,

And I'm nothing like you”

And when she starts actually singing, Slade falls even harder for her which he previously thought was impossible. 

“Look at you go, 

I just adore you, 

I wish that I knew,

What makes you think I’m so special…” 

Her voice annunciating the words perfectly, the letters practically rolling off her tongue like she knew all the words by heart makes her sound angelic. 

Slade knows that (Y/N) doesn’t adore him, he’s not delusional, he kidnapped her and keeps her without her will and he’s a fucking villain, but the last line felt like an actual question that was in her soul and the way she trailed off while looking off into the distance spurs him into action. He doesn’t know the words and can barely understand the instrumental, but he thinks he knows the rest goes roughly. 

The sound of his deep humming tangles in with (Y/N)’s and the record players startling her, but Slade doesn’t stop humming as he pushes off the door way and walks over to them slowly. 

“If I could begin to do,

Something right by you, 

I would do anything,

I would even learn to love” 

He clearly motions to hug her so encase she doesn’t want to she can push away, but she just lets him and when his body locks in place with (Y/N)’s like a puzzle, Slade feels all his worries wash away and it feels like he can finally breathe for once in his life. 

“When I see the way you look, 

Shaken by how long it took, 

I could do about anything,

I could even learn to love like you”

Slade starts rocking their body together slowly and (Y/N) can feel his chest rumble with his hums that start to loll them into relaxing into him. 

“Love like you,

Love me like you.”

When the vinyl ends abruptly with some scratching sounds, the pair just stay there a little longer. This is the first time they had hugged or done anything of the sorts, usually it was only shoulder or head pats, but Slade makes a mental screenshot of this moment. Just two lovers slow dancing to a record player. 

After this, Slade leaves his laptop on a page of vinyls for (Y/N) to pick a few while he calls out to her that he’s taking a shower in the meanwhile and he even pops home some days with a new vinyl out of the blue. 

Safe to say, they both end up having a huge vinyl collection of all types of songs that they cherish.

♡Favourites (MIC-ZAWA)♡

(Y/N) knows this is wrong, her head resting on one of her captor's chest as he holds her up and walks around the kitchen making himself and his husband a cup of tea, but she's too warm and comfy to give a shit right now.

"Hey baby, want to hop off really quick? I need to pour the water now and I don't want my little baby getting hurt." Hizashi coos at the (H/C) female, her nose scrunches up just a tad at the childish tone but she just shrugs and un-clings from the male.

The blonde male wraps his large hands on her pudgy waist before counting down and lifting her up onto of the kitchen table-top, he turns back around to pour the hot water, but his eyes linger on her position. He's not an idiot, especially knowing how his little one has a past of trying to run away, she hadn't done it in a while, but you can never be too careful and away from the escape attempts she could get hurt.

A black silhouette lumbers into the kitchen, his aura dark and gloomy as he scans his dark eyes over the scene in-front of him. His bubbly husband, with his long blonde hair out neatly, humming a tune while making a delicious smelling cup of tea while his C̶A̶P̶T̶I̶V̶E̶ darling is sitting on the kitchen table kicking her legs.

Clearing his voice, Shota walks to his husband. "What do we have here?" His deep voice is uncharacteristically soft as he kisses Hizashi's cheek, his husband only smiles back and pushes a cup softly into his hands.

"Well-" Hizashi puts the kettle back before turning around and leaning against the counter. "-(Y/N) felt like a little cuddle so we were doing that for a bit until I wanted to make some tea for you."

The camomile tea shifts a bit as Shota looks at it, his lips twitch upwards slightly. His husband always remembers his favourites even if he himself hated them. "Hmm, well I'm free now kitten so if you want to resume the cuddle with me-"

"I'm good." Her voice comes out strong but monotoned, the (H/C) female grabs an apple from the fruit bowl before swiftly exiting the kitchen.

Putting his cup back down, Shota sighs before rubbing his eyes. "Why is she so affectionate to you and not me? I don't get it; I've done everything I can, but it just doesn't-" He cuts himself off with a groan.

Hizashi's lips turn down as he watches his husband's despair. "I'm sure she just needs a little bit more time babe. At least she's finally getting more comfortable, maybe more me than you but she's still improving." He says patting Shota's shoulder lovingly.

The raven head nods, sending a small smile to him.

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The female sighs before crunching into her ruby apple, she had heard the conversation about her before they switched and started talking about hero stuff.

It's not like she meant to favour one man over the other, actually she didn't want to like either of them, but Hizashi's just so bubbly and outgoing and kind it's impossible to not open up to him.

Shota is the complete opposite, he's mean and strict with a scowl painted on his face 24/7. His pale skin and dark demeanour making (Y/N) immediately become scared and closed off towards him.

If anything, it's his fault not hers!!

But all the same, (Y/N) sighs as she swallows, her stupid heart feeling sad for the male. She scolds herself for feeling sorry for her captor, but her soft and caring personality overrides any sour thoughts about him.

Hearing a pair of footsteps and the couch next to her shift, her (E/C) orbs look up to see Shota, his long black hair thrown into a lazy pony. "There's (Favourite Show) on, want to watch it with me?" He asks, turning the T/V on.

The female shrugs as she takes another bite, her attention fixated more on her apple than the T/V but she doesn't make a move to leave.

He just smiles before turning the volume up, small progress is still progress, he works with teenagers 24/7. Out of everyone, Shota has the most patience, and he doesn't mind waiting if it's for her, they have all the time in the world. As long as she's safe with. . .

T H E M.

♡Platonic Love (BNHA - L.O.V)♡

Who would have guessed, another story from my Wattpad (with a few alterations). I have a soft spot for this one shot and even though I have so many ideas for this same story I'll wait until my lovelies ask for more. My requests are open! Please, please ask me/request stories from me! I love them! Hope you enjoy it Bubs! ~Mwah

(Y/N)'s a nice girl, always helping people in need, giving all of her. Though sometimes she's too nice, and that's how she got thrown into the villain’s lair.

"Dabi, have you finished Toga's hair?" The female yells running around trying to find a red tie.

"I did braids today."

Yelping, (Y/N) turns around to see him right next to her. "What did I tell you about sneaking up on me? but thank you, now you go and fix your own hair. I'm not letting you out with that rat’s nest." She pinches his cheek softly before her eyes land on the red fabric, (Y/N) quickly grabs it and rushes to Toga before kneeling to tie it around her neck.

"Try not to get blood on your outfit today, okay? It took me hours to get it off last week." Standing up she pats the younger girl’s head.

"I'll try not to!" Toga jumps up from her chair and does a little spin. "Thank you (Y/N)!"

Sighing a small smile spreads in her lips. "Your very welcome, just do a last check to make sure you have everything. I'll go find Shigaraki."

The blonde nods and that’s all (Y/N) needs before she starts fussing about again, she knocks the door and waits a bit before turning the knob, her eyes widen at the scene.

"Shigaraki! Young man what did I tell you? You have a mission in-" She looks at the pink, digital anime clock on his messy desk. "-In less than five minutes!!"

"But I don't want to go, why do I have to join those idiots anyways." He huffs crossing his arms, but he spins around his baby pink chair so he's facing her.

She sends him a sharp look that shuts him up, he lowers his arms and tilts his head down in shame.

"Look, Baby. I know you want to keep playing but this mission is very important." She runs a hair through his white locks, her fingers massaging all the right places to make him putty in her hands. "But you need to go, I promise when you get back, I'll make you some chocolate pancakes, you can continue playing and hey, I might even play a few matched with you. That is only if you go without any more fuss, okay?"

He wordlessly nods but she just smiles. "And no more calling your team mates idiots." She softly slaps his head.

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"You really didn't have to do all this." (Y/N) says as the group of villains shower her with gifts and food.

They had whisked her out of that cramped base to have an outing day, (after they had done enough dirty work to get the money and to make sure no-one would ruin the day for her).

"You always help us, it's not like we're doing anything too crazy." Dabi says nonchalantly looking at some shops with his hoodie low so it covers most of his face.

Rolling her eyes, she nudges him with her elbow. "Really? Then I must've saw wrong when you got all excited while dressing up this morning." (Y/N) teases.

A blush spreads in his face and he grumbles something before swapping places with Toga.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Let's play this claw game please-" Before the girl can drag her, an explosion interrupts them.

They all immediately push (Y/N) behind them, Dabi and Mr. Compress at the front with Toga and Shigaraki on either side of her.

Standing there is a boy, around the same age as Toga with spiky blonde hair and raging red eyes.

"It's one of those UA students." Toga growls out angrily, they just had to interrupt their time with mom.

"Wow it must be my lucky day, all the villains in a row for me to beat up." His voice is loud and scratchy, (Y/N) has to stop herself from wincing.

Before he can continue, Dabi appears behind him and throws a ball off fire. The younger male jumps out of the way and lights a spark at Dabi but he's already in front of (Y/N) with the others.

"Keep mom safe." Is the only order Dabi gives before he runs at him again.

(Y/N) is shoved in the middle of all of them as they make a circle around her, her vision being blocked off by bodies and fire. Everything happens so quickly and all you can hear are screams and explosions, there's sirens wailing in the distance and when she finally pushes away from them all she sees Shigaraki enclosing his hand around the boy's neck.

"STOP!"

Her voice is so loud it echo's, Shigaraki keeps one finger off his neck before looking at her.

Turning around to the rest she points at them. "You all, stay." Whipping back around she walks over to the two boys.

"Off." Her voice leaves no room for any argument as she crosses her arms.

"But he-"

Not letting him continue, (Y/N) cuts him off with a stern "Off."

Shigaraki contemplates for a moment, looking between the boy under him and (Y/N) a few times before he begrudgingly gets off of the boy.

They're both beaten black and blue, Shigaraki having one or two burns and she doesn't even need to turn around to see that Dabi's bleeding from his staples.

She crouches down next to the boy and there's a few shouts, but no-one stops her. "What’s your name?" Her voice is a tad softer but still strict.

The boy looks back up at her, his brows furrowing. 'Is this some sort of trick?'

(Y/N) sighs before running her eyes along his body, he has is fair share of burns and bruises and he's bleeding a bit but nothing too bad.

"Look, we aren't doing anything bad, and you look beaten up. Why don't you run along, and we can put this behind us.-" She tries to compromise but he just goes to use his quirk.

Before he can do any damage, Mr. Compress captures him in a little marble.

"Atsuhiro!" (Y/N) scolds crossing her arms.

"I'm really sorry but he was going to hurt you!" He quickly defends himself.

Rubbing her temples, everyone turns quiet for a moment before she breaks it. "Just make sure not to hurt him and drop him off at a hospital. Got it?"

He nods and Toga immediately jumps onto her to give her a hug.

"I'm sorry today turned out like this." She pouts.

"It’s okay hun, I enjoyed everything else though." (Y/N) gives a kiss to her forehead.

Behind her Dabi nods to Mr. Compress, they didn't like lying or going against (Y/N)'s word but that brat tried to hurt their mom and they aren't going to overlook that.

just logged on again then followin up on my last ask, by ask u mean like regular asks and not reqs right?

if you are taking reqs, then are there some in a particular fandom you would wsnt to see?

Ahaha is there a difference between regular asks and reqs? 😅

If I was completely honest I would love a rq for Moon Knight or Darth Maul from Star Wars. I would love to do something for Death stroke again or maybe something for Frank Castle.

If its on my list I don't really care, I just want someone with some fat to it I guess?? Like tell me a situation or idea or something I can work onto of if that makes sense?

heyyy uhh

I dont know how many reqs you have so I'll keep it short, dw! but darth vader (actually Vader; most ppl i've seen tag it as darth vader when its not, yk?😅) "reuniting" w/ a gn friend of his, but the reunion is them being captive 😀👍. like maybe the friend was captured bcuz he was hunting for jedis, or they were helping ppl escape and that backfired on them.

you're free to choose how his friend got captured cuz im just throwin ideas. so many scenarios lmao 😆😆😆

I'm finally back!!

So sorry for being away for so long and so sorry for taking so long to get to this request, I stopped writing it half way through the first bit and realised I might have fucked up the request but kept going anyways lol so sorry if it wasn't how you imagined!!

I tried making it a little more yandere at the end but I will 100% write a few head canons or more one shots after about how life would be after this if anyones interested!! :D

Remember my request are still open!!

✧3735 words ✧ Vader x Reader ✧ Sher/Her pronouns

Hope you enjoy bubs!

~Mwah!

(Y/N) never wanted to be a jedi, not really. She wanted to help people of course but did she really want this life?

Her question was answered after her dear friend Anakin died; no, she didn’t want this life.

She wanted a life of her own, to not have to train every day with multiple weapons, to not have to stress about every movement she makes. 

She wanted a life where she could sleep in, where she could just breathe and live and do mundane things, where she could make connections and love. 

But the force works in mysterious ways and after (Y/N) had grown up, settling down in a small town and having a small shop that she adored as it played into her hobby, she was yanked back into the life she had left behind.

Obi wan had reached out to get her to help the resistance, she was apprehensive at first but after seeing him come back to her shop a bloody mess with her childhood friend Ahsoka, she had reluctantly agreed to help him just to help people escape the empire. 

“I thought you said there wouldn’t be any troopers here.” (Y/N) hisses, using the force to yank a metal box towards three troopers and slam them into the wall. She barely misses the blaster shot as she jerks her body behind another crate.

Crouching down to cover herself, she fumbles to get her (borrowed) blaster from her thigh holster before peeking out and taking a few bad shots. 

Ahsoka uses the distraction to take down the last two troopers before looking down at (Y/N) and extending her hand. “It wasn’t a part of the plan.” They both grunt as she hauls her friend up. 

“When does anything ever go according to plan” (Y/N) grumbles as she dusts herself off. 

Ahsoka just chuckles before looking around they alley way they were forced into. “Master Kenobi said the captured Jedi’s are around here, we already made a scene so we should just go without him. If they caught us off guard, we should probably assume he’s not doing well on his end either.” 

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“Come on this way.” (Y/N) whispers to an injured Jedi as she helps them walk in the cover of the night. “We’re almost there, just hold on a little bit more.” Her eyes glance at the wound at their side, blood already seeping through the fabric she had ripped from her outfit and used as a makeshift bandage. 

Panic shoots up her spine as (Y/N) throws herself and the Jedi to the side just barely missing the swipe of a saber. 

Rolling over to push herself up by her arms she doesn’t miss the boot that slams into her stomach, a silent scream creeps up her throat as her mouth widens at the blunt pain. 

She had never seen him in the flesh, but anyone could figure out who that black booted foot belongs too. 

Darth Vader.

Gritting her teeth in pain she grabs his ankle to haul her body up slightly as her other hand comes and pushes behind his knee to make him drop. 

‘GO! GET TO THE OTHERS AND GET THE KRIFF OUT OF HERE!’ She yells to the Jedi using the force as Vader swings his arm and lands a right hook. 

(Y/N) says good bye to her life as she focuses everything on just making sure Vader is distracted enough to let the injured Jedi and the rest escape. She sees them start to crawl to the wall to haul their body up in their peripheral, but she just elbows Vader’s chin making his helmet covered face tilt up. 

 This is the first time she had seen him; she can see a hazy reflection of herself in the black metal of his armour, but she gets flown back and slammed into the ground as he reaches out his hand and uses the force to pin her down. 

Her torso gets the brunt of the attack and she flicks her wrist to get a few scattered rocks and stones thrown at him. They don’t do much damage as his armour takes the brunt of it, but it throws him off enough to let her grab her blaster and take a few shots making him release his force. 

Two hit his chest head on, his armour taking the shots as he remained unharmed, whilst the others miss pathetically. 

“You’re a pathetic excuse for a Jedi.” His voice booms out, modulated from his helmet but still unbelievably deep as he snarls. His arm extends to use the force again, but she takes a few more shots at his arm making him flinch back. 

“I am no Jedi.” She spits back, the hood covering her form starts to lift as the wind picks up but it manages to stay on. “You must not be as smart as they say you are if you really can’t see my plan.” 

Finally seeing that the Jedi is out of sight, (Y/N) throws all her force at him. Vader gets thrown back a few inches but stays strong to the rest as he swipes his arm out and knocks her off her feet, his raises his arm and moves her around like a rag doll in the air before he slams her down into the ground, keeping her pinned there. 

She can barely move her fingers this time, not even a twitch as she sees his figure start to walk towards her. Pressure starts enclosing around her throat, blocking her air supply as she tries to rip her arms away, but they just lay there helplessly. She gasps, gritting her teeth to try and do anything but all she can manage is to kick her feet as the wind finally rips away her hood, instantly slapping her face with the cold chilling air. 

Her vision starts to bleed in and out as her head spins from the lack of oxygen, (Y/N) manages to see Vader now looming over her figure and she thinks she sees him recoil back once he finally gets a look at her face. 

The invisible hand around her throat and pinning her limbs down let go almost instantly. She flings her body up and immediately gulps down air and coughs, everything hurts and throbs in pain, but she can’t think about anything as her hands come up to cradle her throat as she tries to fight off unconsciousness and steady her breathing. 

(Y/N)’s mind finally comes back to her as she cranes her neck up to see Vader just standing there. 

“Wh-What?” She manages to croak out as her throat screams in protest, tears she didn’t know were now spilling to coming down her chin. 

A weird crackling sound comes out and she thinks it’s his modulated breathing as he just stares. 

She wants to fight, to do anything but sit there on the ground pathetically but it takes everything in her just to loll her head up at him, her body feeling like lead as new bruises start to flourish with old ones. It had been days of fighting and running and healing injured Jedi without any rest.

(Y/N) was never the strongest and after years of not training or using any force, she had become weak. 

He says something, she thinks it’s a name, her name?

But her eyes finally close as her body falls to the side and her brain drags her to sleep. 

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(Y/N) shuffles around a bit on the plush bed to get herself comfortable before her mind starts to darken again, the silk sheets feeling soft and light yet warm. 

Wait sheets? Bed?

Throwing her body up, the black sheets pool at her waist as she frantically looks around the room. 

It’s a room of some sorts, maybe on a ship? The walls are metal and the room’s big but bare with anything personalised. 

She remembers the fight with Vader, thinking she was going to die but he just let her go and then she passed out. 

The room spins as her vision finally clears its sleepy haze and the more she tries to focus the more the throbbing pain in her head hurts. Her body is so sore, and it feels like she has to use every piece of strength in her body to try and pick up her arm. 

Nausea creeps up her throat and she groans as she curls into herself. 

Hearing the door open, she forces her body up right as she watches Vader stride in, there’s no words exchanged as he closes the door and takes a few steps towards the bed.

They both stare at each other, (Y/N) staring into the eyes of his helmet to try and search for his eyes and Vader looking in those familiar (E/C) orbs he used to search comfort in. 

Slowly, he starts to lift his helmet off and (Y/N) goes to stop him but it dies in her throat when she sees his face. 

“Anakin?” Her voice is so soft he barely misses it, he wants to correct her and say that Anakin is dead but when he opens his mouth nothing comes out. 

(Y/N) doesn’t know what to do, she wants to swear at him, she wants to jump and scream and hug him so tight but… 

“You’re…. You’re not Anakin.” She says slowly. 

She can see the hurt flash in his eyes before he looks away and puts his helmet back on. They both return to silence before (Y/N) speaks again.

“What do you want from me? Why am I here? Why didn’t you just…” She trails off, her head pounding harder as she thinks about her childhood best friend ending her life. 

“Just what? Kill you?” His voice comes out sharp, but the ugly sound of his modulator crackling tells her his voice strained. 

(Y/N) pushes herself up by her arm to sit properly as he watches her through his visor. “You fought with Master Obi-Won and fought to kill. Why didn’t you do that to me once you saw who I was?” 

“That’s different” Vader’s voice comes out uncharacteristically high, but he calms himself before continuing. “You are in my bedroom and you will be here until I say so. I’ll go get you some medicine and food.”

His black cape flows as he turns around to leave but (Y/N) leans forward to try and make him stay. 

“Wait! Anakin-” 

“It’s Vader now!” He snaps cutting her off. “And don’t think of leaving this room, your injured and I have the door locked with guards stationed outside. Just sit down and do nothing, like you have done for years.” 

The last few words digs a knife into her heart but she doesn’t even have the time to properly react before he’s out of the room with the sound of the door sliding closed. 

(Y/N) stares blankly at the door as her head falls back to softly thunk against the bed post. 

Had her Anakin really turned into this? Into the monster that is Darth Vader? 

A few tears escape her eyes that she’s too exhausted to wipe away. “Oh Anakin, what did they do to you?” 

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Like he had said, Vader came back into the room a few minutes later with a bowl of some sort of bone broth, a cup of water and some bacta patches. 

He straightens out the sheets at her lap before placing the tray down before giving her a once over and disappearing into what (Y/N) thinks is a connected refresher. 

Picking up the spoon, she swirls the bone broth a bit before taking a small tentative sip. It hits her tongue, and she has to stop herself from humming. Days on the run with limited bad tasting food made this simple broth taste divine on her tongue, but as soon as she swallows, she feels her stomach churn. 

(Y/N) drops the spoon back into the bowl, it makes a small splash that barely misses her clothes but she ignores it to sling one arm over her stomach. 

Hearing Vader return, she doesn’t have it in her to look up at him as she closes her eyes. 

“You need to eat.” It’s a command, his voice having no trace of the man it used to belong to. 

“Why am I here.” Her voice is so soft that even Vader’s helmet almost misses it, but he doesn’t, and he doesn’t know how to respond.

He hesitates before taking a few tentative steps closer to the bed. “Why didn’t you become a Jedi?” 

Opening her eyes to watch him, her eyes flash to show her Anakin, the one who was always curled into himself in the middle of the nights when he was caught up in the darkness of his mind. 

“Because it wasn’t the life for me.” She manages to say softly. “I wanted to love, to feel without any consequences. I wanted to help people, but I knew I wasn’t cut out to help people how Jedi’s do.”

“Then why did you come back?” He takes off his helmet again, placing it at the foot of the bed before slowly getting on his knees.

The scene must look comical to any outsider, the feared Darth Vader on his knees for some random girl.

(Y/N) has to physically restrain herself from reaching her hand out by hugging herself and tucks her hands in her pits. 

“This time I could help people properly. People were getting hurt and I could help them, why wouldn’t I?” 

She was always doing that, wasn’t she? Always helping people even if it meant she had to do things she didn’t want to. 

Vader wants to shake her shoulders, to shout at her that everyone’s selfish and just using her. To call her selfish for making him stay as a Jedi before leaving it all behind. But most of all, he wants to collapse in her arms and tell her everything, all the pain he endured and everything he had to do that he wouldn’t even think about telling anyone else. 

He doesn’t even realise he’s deep in thought before he sees her moving to place his helmet back on, now half sitting on the edge of the bed near him. 

“Va- Anakin.” She corrects herself before whispering whilst keeping her touch as delicate as possible. “I can see that you’re struggling to breathe.”

When his helmet finally does lock in place, Vader takes a few deep breaths. He had pressurised his room obviously, but he had to keep it just under his comfortable levels to make sure it didn’t affect (Y/N). 

The words slip out of her mouth before she can stop them. “What happened?” They come out soft, but he can feel the hurt behind them and it makes his blood boil. 

“How could you possibly ask that?” His modulator now booms his voice. “You saw how they were, they were the reason for her death and you even left!” 

The mention of Padmè squeezes (Y/N)’s heart but she just furrows her brows.

“So all of that just justifies you killing millions of innocent people?” Her voice raises as well but he crosses his large arms across his chest plate. 

“You don’t understand-”

“No, you don’t understand Anakin!” She cuts him off, now standing on wobbly legs. “You’re hurting people, people like me who just want to live!” 

Standing in-front of him now, yelling at him without listening, reminds Vader of Obi-wan and he snaps. 

“I AM VADER! ANAKIN IS DEAD!” His voice rattles the room and shocks (Y/N) to drop back down on the bed. “People like you? Don’t make me laugh.” A cackle gets cut off by his modulator, but it’s filled with coldness. “Your selfish, sitting around while people get hurt. You only care when they start to bother your own little world. Where were you when Padmè died? Where were you when I was getting hurt? You just want to help people to fill that pathetic hole in your chest, so don’t you dare think you can talk to me about any of this.” He sneers before turning on his heel and slamming the door behind him, leaving (Y/N) sitting their heart broken. 

Looking down at her (S/C) palms, her body shakes with her sobs. 

Anakin really is dead. 

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A few days pass, maybe a week?

(Y/N) doesn’t kriffin know but she does know is that her body has finally recovered mostly, some wounds still need a few more days but there’s no risk of tearing anything open and she finally doesn’t feel nauseous and dizzy anymore.

Happy with her new found health, now the dreaded thoughts of what will happen to her finally sink in as her mind isn’t fogged up with pain.

Vader made it out like he hated her, he despised her life and even though she hadn’t seen him since that day, a storm trooper always came in with food and things she would need for the day.

It made no sense and she’s tired. 

She left this life because she couldn’t handle it and now, she’s forcefully thrusted back in only to be caught up in more stuff? 

(Y/N) never wanted this. 

Standing from the chair, she walks over to the sliding door that was always locked and started banging. Like always, the storm troopers stationed there at every hour and rotating depending on shifts, called back asking what she needed.

“I want to talk to Vader, now.” Her snappy voice makes them hesitate, they had strict rules to keep her in the room and not to talk more than necessary and there were no rules to state that she couldn’t ask for the black armoured man himself, but they had seen how angry he had barged out of the room. 

Finally giving into the demands, they look at each other before calling out they would send someone to fetch him and in a few minutes Vader himself was walking through the halls.

All troopers and anyone in the vicinity tense up and looks away but he ignores them before slamming the hatch open and locking it behind him. 

“What do you gain from keeping me here Vader? What do you want from me? This is the last time I’m asking this and if you don’t answer me, I will do everything in my power to leave.” (Y/N) usual voice is devoid of any fun or sarcasm or tenderness as she gets straight to the point, not letting him even acknowledge her.

Taking a few steps towards from the wall, he leaves decent space between them both but still enough to keep a comfortable conversation.

“Do you really not know why you are here?” His modulated voice still startles the female but the anger in her veins smooth over that. 

Crossing her arms, she leans onto her front leg. “How could I? You seem to hate my existence, yet you ordered for me to be taken cared of, but I’m not allowed to leave. You won’t even answer my questions.” Her arms come up and wave to emphasize her point but Vader just stares. He had forgotten how her little habits actually looked, he could never forget but the years apart had fogged up his imagery of the memories. 

Finally feeling as if there is no other way to express himself, he just simply states. “I love you, that’s why you are staying here.”

(Y/N)’s mind reels so hard that she stumbles back, her ass landing right on the chair she had left untucked. 

Shaking her head, (Y/N) feels like she’s dreaming because this couldn’t be real. “You- You can’t! You said it yourself, I’m selfish and horrible and you called me pathetic! You loved Padmé! How could you love me?” Tears start pouring down her face, but she doesn’t even realise as she looks through his armour and straight into his heart, trying to search for the Anakin she knew and, admittedly, loved, but she can’t find him and all she can see is a stranger. 

Vader winces at her tears, it feels like someone is physically ripping his heart out when he sees her cry, but he just takes a deep breath before striding over and crouching. 

“I’ve loved you since we were kids, but I didn’t realise until Padmé died that the love I felt for you and her are different.” His gloved hand comes up to wipe away a tear, a little rougher than he had wanted but he had never touched someone as delicately as he was touching her now. 

Hiccups and whimpers leave her throat as sobs wrack (Y/N) body before she abruptly stands up and shakes her head. “This- This ca-can’t be happening.” Her voice cracks slightly but Vader just stands up aswell and grabs her arm gently to make sure she doesn’t fall.

“This is real, the faster you accept that the faster you can acclimate to your new home.” Again, Vader is a bit harsher than he had wanted but he had never thought about anyone’s emotions other than his own for years. 

Ripping his arm off her, (Y/N) growls. “This isn’t my home, this will never be my home. You took me away from my home.” 

She moves to run to the door but she gets yanked back by her waist and gets thrown onto the bed, the plush surface doesn’t do any damage but the fast movement disorientates (Y/N) enough to let him pin her legs down with his own and restrain her wrists with one of his own. 

“It doesn’t matter if you tell yourself this isn’t your home because now it is.” The hiss that escapes his throat crackles horribly from his modulator, but he just presses her wrists down harder to make sure her (e/c) orbs focus on him. “You’re staying here weather you like it or not, so it’s best if you start faking it or the only person who’s going to be affected by your struggling is yourself.” 

Her hiccups and tears return as she started into the damned black visor, Anakin had really died and left behind this love sick monster hu?

Closing her eyes tightly to block out everything out as her legs stop trying to twist away, the last though in her mind rings out before she finally stops struggling.

‘I’m sorry Anakin.’