Childhood Promises (Part One)

Warmth and Comfort

Obi-Wan was on his mission to Kamino, and you were waiting peacefully for him. He had been gone for a few days, and you, being the faithful Padawan, decided to wait.

You were currently asleep and did not hear the door open to your house. Obi-Wan soundlessly swept past you, chuckling at your figure on the couch. He went to get dressed and out of his wet Jedi robes, once in some more casual clothes, he swept back out to your sleeping frame on the couch. "Couldn't wait just a few more hours, could you?" He chuckled, taking in your beauty. His Padawan, his responsibility, you were always so active and energetic in the day and so peaceful and modest in your sleep.

Obi-Wan caressed your cheek, occasionally ghosting to your hair before stroking it. He leaned forward and placed a longing kiss to your forehead before standing up and picking you up in his arms, carrying you to the bedroom and gently laying you on the bed.

He laid down next to you, protectively wrapping his arms around you and pulling you as close as possible. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent slowly. The relationship between the two of you behind closed doors was still undefined. Obi-Wan is your master and you, his Padawan. You grew up with high hopes of doing whatever you thought was sure to be fun and something good.

You were offered the position of Jedi when Obi-Wan insisted to train both you and Anakin, at Qui-Gon's words. At first, he expected it to be hell, but gradually, you and Ani grew on him. He had actually come to love you, and here you were, ten years later. Well-trained, and fond of your role as his Padawan.

Obi-Wan thought you would be the death of him, your gorgeous eyes, and the way you smelled, brought him the sense of comfort and warmth. Like a mother. But he felt something fuzzy and warm for you, almost as if someone poured a warm liquid down his throat and he enjoyed the taste of it. At first he tried to deny it, and he still does, but it's evident he loves you.

Especially now, as he's laying down with you, his arms wrapped comfortably at either side of you and you asleep in his arms. It brought him immense peace and gave him the feeling of duty, the feeling of affection and heat. He loved this. He loved how you were so open to being affectionate with him, and at the end of the day? He'd always, always come back to you.

Dating Hiro Hamada Hcs!

I think he's a hopeless romantic; he likes watching movies, cuddling and homemaking gifts specially for you.

He is self-aware and a little anxious, so he's always glad when you comfort him.

He trusts you 10000% and knows you do to.

Introduces you to Baymax firstly, before ANYONE else.

Loves to make you laugh, and it's great 'cause he is really comical.

He (boldly) takes you to Bot fights and thinks you bring good luck wherever you go.

Hiro is clingy, especially after Tadashi died, sometimes he would invite you over and just hug you. Holding you provides him a sense of immense comfort and relief.

The two of you sometimes go into the back with Aunt Cass and learn to bake, and eventually bake each other cakes\cookies, etc. for a special day.

Half of Hiro's newly invented and older bots are named after you in some way.

MATCHING HALLOWEEN COSTUMES OMG

Cuddles with you until you\he falls asleep. Snores for sure but in a cute way.

Pet names: Sweetheart, baby, honey and something weird asf like "Sweethums" or "Pokums."

Is OBSESSED with you wearing his clothes, especially his shirt or hoodie! Def blushes and kisses you a bit.

His kisses are sweet and meaningful but normally no tongue, because he is a wholesome, sweetheart!

Says "I love you" at least everyday and at least forty times in one day to make sure you know.

Invites you over for study sessions which probably turn into you sitting on his lap helping him with some type of question. (Then it turns into you both peacefully and cutely falling asleep in each other's arms.)

First Glance (Part Five)

Warnings: Alluding\Mentions of torture, one-timed cursing, death, intense sadness.

As Anakin speeds away, his eyes determined and at the same type confident, confident he will find his mother. No other thought in his mind, he maneuvers the speeder to make sure he can go in every direction of potential civilization.

The first three times, he was informed of nothing, but with his Jedi instincts and his overconfidence, Anakin was sure he would eventually find someone with sufficient information to find the Sandpeople. At sunset, Anakin got his wish, the hardwork and endless hours of asking and demanding answers, he finally got his questions answered.

Parking his speeder behind a couple of sand mounds, Anakin hopped out and perched himself on the highest mound he could find, looking at the unaware and oblivious people below him; working to keep the fire going and heading into their respective homes. Anakin swiftly skulked into the compact village, his hand on his lightsaber at his hip just for added measure, he looked into the modest-sized windows, checking a majority of them without getting caught, and without sight of his mother.

Until he reached the very last house; no different in appearance to the rest of the bundle, but nevertheless, lightened by the warm glow of the raging but slowly dying fire. Anakin's eyes darted around to check the scenery; empty. But he caught glimpse of someone, although the moved the slightest of inches, he saw them, and to his great surprise, it was his poor mother. Anakin ignited his lightsaber and used it to create a hole in the side of the house and step in.

Hurrying over, Anakin's hands went to check his mother for vital signs: her pulse was detectable, but faintly. Shmi, strapped to a board, wearing nothing but rags, bound and gagged, her fearful eyes swept to Anakin's, fear meeting anger, the two feelings colliding and creating fierce anger. Anakin's fingers worked at her gag, tossing it to the side as Shmi stared at him. When Anakin cut the ropes that bounded his mother to the wall. Shmi fell back, having no apparent balance or strength to fight the fatigue plaguing her mind, Anakin swiftly caught her, sinking to his knees with his mother cradled closely in his embrace.

From the ropes around her wrists and ankles for God knows how long, it resulted in horrible, bloody abrasions that rubbed deep into Shmi's skin. "Mom.." Anakin whispered, his voice cracking. Shmi's hand, weak and battered, caressed softly over Anakin's cheek, before cupping it. "Ani..." She whispered back, the voice Anakin once knew had grown hoarse and so deep into the depths of abuse that it sounded so unlike the warm, loving and tender voice of his mother.

"Mom, why.... why did they do this to you? Why?" Anakin felt the tears pricking in his eyes, but he did not resist, the sight of someone you know only ever loved, in your arms, withered thin and reduced to nothing, the sight makes you lose all sense of self and collapse into a mess of a person. "Ani, I-I....I...I.." Shmi's voice grew more and more faint, her hand still resting on her son's cheek, but her sense of strength wearing more and more frail and feeble. "I l-love you." She spoke as soft as the breeze of summer, her words stabbing through Anakin's heart like ice. He watched in remorse, pain and despair as the life in his mother's eyes faded, and along with that, her body went stiff.

Waiting for Anakin was normally so difficult, but this time, it seemed impossible. Your mind stormed with questions, your stomach burned with anticipation, but the feelings in you ached for the sight of him, to appease your eyes, but you had been waiting all night for him, after he left. Throughout the steadily decrease in temperature and the many warning of Cliegg's that there are predators out at night, scavenging for food, you remained seated on the sand. Some might say it was stubbornness and some might say it was a pathetic attempt to show how much you were remorseful for the argument the two of you shared which ultimately lead to his one-man departure.

However, time decelerated for you at the familiar and welcoming sight of Anakin's speeder, as you stand up and gaze at it, waiting and hoping to see Anakin hop out with his mother, you see Anakin step out, and then move to the passenger side and carry a motionless, wrapped in cloth body.

The look he gave you when he passed you and when Cliegg and Aika stepped outside, was one of pure guilt and anguish so deep, it made tears flood into your eyes. Anakin laid Shmi down, and went inside, grabbed a shovel, came back out and began digging. Cliegg's eyes were wide, but more than surprise or shock, it reflected a look of absolute crest-fallenness. You cautiously approach Anakin, but then stop yourself, as he had so quickly dug the grave and tenderly placed Shmi's body into the resting place, as a mother would carry a child to their crib.

As soon as he had covered the grave with sand, he took a moment to just stand there, to process the pain he felt and then he swept passed you, his eyes a noticeable hollow. "Anakin?" You breath out as you find him in his old bedroom, rebuilding a few random parts with intense but underlying blankness in his eyes. "She's gone." He croaked, the tone of his voice as soft as the wind but as raging as the sea. "She's gone and I couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't... get here sooner, and if I did? She would be here with me and I wouldn't have to feel like this. Feel so useless. Hollow, empty. It fucking hurts, Y\N." You strided over to him, wrapping your arms securely around his waist while leaning your head into his back. "I know, Anakin. I'm so sorry." He sniffles. "I should've been there! I should've.... I should've.." He broke down, sinking to his knees again with you behind him, you crawled to his face and pulled him into a firm, tight embrace.

The sounds of his loud sobs and wailing rung throughout the house, aiding Cliegg in his quiet remorse, but working against Aika's and your separate attempts at solicicing the two men. Anakin's arms stay motionless at his sides, but his he buries his head into your shoulder, muffling his desolate and dismal cries ever so slightly.

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Last Note: This is not the end of the series! I will be posting a comforting and loving part six soon!

Ryo Inui (Hound Dog) Headcanons!

Ryo is an emotional support dog, that is literally his job at UA so you better believe he'll listen to whatever you have to say.

He gives a TON of nibbles that turn into actual marks, he'll always apologize and lick at them apologetically.

He's so attentive omg- licks, paws and will do anything you say.

Likes to nuzzle his snout into your neck and lick deliberately at it, it calms him down.

Ryo is definitely 100000% into physicality; play-fighting, wrestling, tug of war.

He's a bit rough! With bites, and sometimes bruising, he forgets his strength sometimes, but he's always so apologetic and tries his best to be gentle!

Protective to a T!!! He loves you, you are his, and he is yours.

CUDDLING! OMG cuddle this man pls!

Will tell you he loves you through his acts and affection, he is definitely not a fan of words unless he needs to.

Prefers to just have dates inside the house: dinner, bubble-baths and even times where you both watch a movie or two together.

Clingy, needy and sometimes touchy, he's curious about you, as he's never been with a Human before.

Hates the muzzle, he will literally plead with you until either you give in or you put it on him either way. He enjoys freedom.

Ryo is the type to place his head in your lap, neck, or chest, it's warm and he can hear your heartbeat, smell you, and create a form of intimacy he holds dear.

Sometimes, he'll even let you come to work with him! He enjoys your company and thinks you bring serenity with you, so you bet your ass he will try to bring you in whenever he can.

Hehehe

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Rumors

Over the past few weeks you and Obi- Wan Kenobi grew close. The two of you were assigned a mission three weeks ago together and you both worked seamlessly, Obi- Wan seemed to really respect your judgement and you. However, rumors spread throughout the Jedi council about attachments between you both, and the day you heard them, you were confronted. You made your way toward the Jedi Temple to meet with Master Yoda and Master Windu upon request, you strode down hallways until you were let into the Temple. "You requested my presence, Master?" You announced your presence, clasping your hands patiently in front of you as you glanced at both Yoda and Windu. " Yes. Are you aware of what everyone in the Jedi Order is saying about you?" Windu asks, leaning forward in his chair. "No?" You reply, perplexed. " Attachment, you have?" Yoda chimes in, regarding you with a raised eyebrow. It takes you a moment to realize that they must mean you and Obi-Wan. "What? No. Master Kenobi and I simply worked on a mission and respect one another." You said trying to maintain a respectful tone. Truth is, you actually did feel something warm and fuzzy for him, but were you about to admit this to two Jedi Masters who strictly follow the code? Of course not! Windu nods. "Very well then. You do realize that if you do grow somewhat attached to Obi-Wan, you will be kicked from the order? Jedi are not supposed to attach." Windu warns you, looking into your eyes grimly. "Yes, I know, Master Windu." You say, a soft sigh evident in your voice. Windu nods once more, leaning back in his chair. " Powerful Jedi, you are." Yoda says, gazing at you with fondness, despite what he and Windu just accused you of. You nod, remembering what you are and how you got here. You sigh this time, softly, and look up at both of the Jedi Masters. Windu nods, signaling you can leave, you bow slightly and sweep out of the room. You were incredibly glad that Obi-Wan was on a mission with his Padawan, Anakin. You had hoped, with all that you could, that he had not heard of the rumors and wanted to not be friends with you anymore, you didn't know if you could handle that. You graced the hallways, thinking, about your feelings for Obi-Wan that you just couldn't hide and basically everyone in the entire Jedi order knew or were beginning to suspect these feelings of yours to be true, not matter if you try to hide it anymore. Sighing deeply, you place your hands on your head and look at the floor, until you hear footsteps and voices. "I'm sure she doesn't know, Master." "How can you be so sure, my young apprentice?" It sounded like exactly what you had been dreading: Anakin and Obi-Wan. You take your head out of your hands, placing them, clasped, behind your back and gazing thoughtfully out the window. Maybe they would get the hint you were busy thinking? "Ah, my former apprentice, Y\N." Obi-Wan greets you. You squeezed your eyes shut in utter frustration before turning to the Master Jedi Knight and you smile warmly. " Master Kenobi." You greet him back with the level of respect you would normally show him. " I see you're in thought?" He asks you, crossing his arms. "I was, yes." You reply, bringing your hands to your chest and holding them in a business-like manner. Obi-Wan laughs softly and looks at you. "Well, in that case, I must apologize." You smile reassuringly. "Anyway, Master, may I be excused?" Anakin says, rolling his eyes slightly. Obi-Wan shushes him and waves his hand before looking back at you. "You really do have a fascination with the ones that don't seem to listen to you." You joke. "Oh, you know... You weren't that bad." Obi-Wan replies, smirking at you. " Well, I must disagree." You laugh. "You really weren't." He insists. You smile and remember the rumors again, had he heard them? You decided to take a chance. "Hey, have you heard of the rumors going around?" You asked, your face displaying obvious curiosity. He thinks for a minute and his face becomes slightly more serious. "I have." He answers simply. "Do you believe them?" You ask, anxiously waiting.

I know 😊💐

Tomorrow 😏

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BET

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Soap and Giggles

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"Wake up, angel." That voice that you could recognize in an instant, whispered sweetly into your ear, and those warm, comfy arms squeezed you. "A few more minutes, Ani..." You said groggily in reply, attempting to finish a lovely dream you were enraptured in. "Come on, sweetheart." He smiled, squeezing you once more before getting out of bed and wrapping his arms around you, picking you up. "I'm up." You say, blinking the sleepiness out of your eyes as you wrap your legs around his waist instinctively. Anakin nods, giving you a soft kiss to your forehead before setting you on your feet. "I have a surprise for you, wait here."

You nod, still not entirely awake but getting there. Anakin had woken you both up early, as the sun was barely in the sky and the sky was tinted midnight blue still. He pecks you on the cheek and walks away, and a second later you hear the sounds of turning faucets and running water. A bath, at God knows when in the morning. You fiddle with your pajamas, yawning to yourself as Anakin enters the room, smiling. He ruffles your hair. "Come on, love." He laughs as he takes your hand, leading you to the bathroom and closing the door behind you both.

"Ani, it's not even morning yet," You tell him, gesturing to the bathtub. He waves you off dismissively. "So? You know I have a few more hours till Obi-Wan and the council will be calling me. Let's spend this time together." He says, holding you to his chest and kissing your neck a few times. You smile, laughing at the sensation as it tickles you gently and nodding. "Okay, okay," He beams at you and kisses your cheek a few times, with that grin that you absolutely adore. Once stripped of your pajamas, you both head into the warm, relaxing water. Anakin lays back against the mouth of the tub and you relax against his chest as his hands find their way to your shoulders.

The Temple keeps Ani busy most of the weeks, and moments like these help you both unwind. Intimate moments with Anakin are the moments you tend to recollect how you both fell in love and got here. When you looked into his deep blue eyes, eyes as blue as the deepest oceans, and he gazes back into yours, you both swear you can see your futures.

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A story about a boy who wore his movie fandom on his head.

Destined (Part Two)

It had been a few years since you started training under Darth Vader. He believed you had tons of potential and wasn't very hard on you, but he was quite inattentive in the field of giving you attention more than for training or whatever random questions you have.

Your feelings had spiked, you had to admit, but how was this even possible? You were already convinced you love him, so why does it feel like you do more? Maybe it's because you are closer to him than ever before. Today was no different from yesterday, you had training and more alone time. "Master, are you ready?" You asked, taking off the gloomy black cloak he had gifted you and taking your lightsaber off of your hip, assuming a stance. However, you were cut short when you saw Vader staring at something and you sensed his emotions, he was... sad? You approached him, wondering what you would find.

"Master?" You uttered, touching his shoulder very slightly. His breathing spiked, and he instinctively turned around and when he spotted you, you felt his emotions shift into the expressionless Vader you knew. "Yes?" He asked, his breathing slowing. "Are you... alright?" You asked cautiously, trying your best not to get on his bad side anymore than you might've already. He gazed at you, his helmeted head seeming to lean down slightly and the shaded black lenses in his helmet for his eyes, you felt like he was looking at you. "No." He answered simply, now his gaze shifted away from you, out into Space. "Why?" You peered up at him. The situation was odd, he never answered your questions like that, frankly, he barely answered any personal questions. "Luke, Luke Skywalker." He answered, and you tilted your head. "What about him?" Vader looked at you. "He is my son." He seemed to be trying to gauge your reaction to this.... surreal information.

"What?" Vader nodded simply, now clasping his hands behind his back in a seemingly thoughtful attempt to give you more time to process it. "When I was a boy, I met a Jedi Master, Qui-Gon Jinn.... He insisted I become a Jedi, and rebelled against the Council a multitude of times. His Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi took to promising him to train me when Qui-Gon died. I was trained for ten years, took the trials, and passed. Alas, was not put on the Jedi Council in the rank of Master.... Until I witnessed a Jedi go against the Code, they were plotting to take over. I did what I had to, and my wife, pregnant with my child, died; I killed her." Your body shivered, and you practically froze. He did what? He looked back out the window. "Luke is my child." He said, his voice filled with determination, determination for what? "Master... if you do catch Luke, what are you to do with him?"

Vader looked back down at you, as if you should already know the answer and you thought for a second, and when the epiphany hit you, you gasped. "You're going to train him? Bring him over to the Dark Side?" Vader didn't reply. "But what about me? Was I... a pawn? This entire time?" Tears prickled in your eyes, and Vader looked back at you. "Your training is almost complete." He breathed, before sweeping away, out of the room without a single care in the world to how it made you feel. You stood there, dumbfounded. You thought he cared for you, and that he actually saw you as what the Empire needed... Maybe you were wrong.