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Darth Vader x Child!Reader

You huff, unable to figure it out. That is, until an idea pops into your head.

"Talk. More," you demand with your high pitched voice, feeling at his helmet as you wait for a response.

He chuckles before cocking his head at you. "What is your name, child?" he asks in his deep tone, making your eyes widen slightly.

Your head tilts as you try to pinpoint where the voice is coming out of. You smile, thinking that you've found the mouth of the helmet, making you stop wondering how his voice is getting through.

"(Y/n)," you squeak with excitement, smiling at him as you stare into the helmet's glossy eyes.

Someone frantically runs into the room, gasping when they see your head popping out of the side of the seat. He bolts up to you, jumping when he sees you standing on Darth Vader's lap.

"I-I'm so sorry, sir." The man quickly apologizes, bowing at his master.

The masked man turns to the worn out man that's been running for who knows how long. The man sees Vader staring at him, so he decides to frantically explain. "Sh-she escaped her quarters. I ran after her but I was unable to catch her because-"

"Weren't you the one in charge of caring for this prisoner?" Darth Vader asks the man, his tone sounding much more irritated and dark than when he was talking to you.

The man meekly nods in response, unable to form words as his lips tightly purse together. The masked man growls, making your whole body vibrate.

You let out a squeaky giggle, causing Vader's head to turn to you. "Leave, General. I will see to it that the prisoner is properly placed back in her quarters."

The General's eyes widen, but he dares not to question the man in charge. "Yes, sir." And with that, the man swiftly heads out of the room.

You poke at the glossy mask, right were he can see through. "Eyes?" You ask, staring into the tinted glass with a questioning gaze.

He smiles. "Yes," he responds without hesitation.

You laugh joyfully, before pointing at the mask's oddly shaped mouth. "Mouth?"

He laughs through his nose. "Yes."

His low voice causes you to giggle once again. He hums as he thinks, before bouncing his legs, making you laugh and squeal as you move up and down. You hear his deep, mechanical sounding voice vibrate lowly with laughter.

You giggle at his odd sounding laugh. "You laugh funny." You say after his legs stop moving.

His head tilts as you place your hands on either side of his helmet. "But I like your laugh." You state with pure, truthful kindness, happiness gleaming in your bright eyes.

He's taken aback, shocked at your sweetly childish comment. His shocked expression fades into a soft smile. "You hold a kind heart, (y/n). I thank you for that."

You grin happily in response. You're unsure what the first part of his sentence meant, but you did understand him when he said "thank you" which makes you burst into small giggles of joy.

You let out happy, pitchy laughs. "Name?" You ask with a squeak, tilting your head at the masked man, curiosity bubbling in your butterfly-filled stomach.

He smiles softly, tilting his head, mirroring your actions. "Darth Vader." His deep voice rumbles in response.

Your brows knit as you think. "Darvavil." You mumble before huffing and trying again.

"Dar-Darv..." You pout, giving Vader a look of determination.

"Darvil... Dar-De-Devil! Devil." You affirm with a nod, smiling proudly at him as your eyes gleam with victory. He laughs at your attempts to say his name, making your feet vibrate from his bouncing legs, causing you to laugh in return.

He sighs softly, looking at your joyful face. "Devil," he hums, nodding as he chuckles at how adorable you're being.

You grin, your cheeks dusting a deep pink. "Hi, Devil." You greet, gently patting the top of his helmet with your tiny hand.

He laughs through his nose, feeling your hand gingerly pet his helmet before you press your small palms against his chest to better steady yourself.

The grip of his left hand tightens around your waist as he moves his right hand up to your head. "Greetings, (y/n)." He says in return, giving you a curt nod as he delicately pats your head.

You scrunch up your nose, your face now turning tomato red out of embarrassment. He cocks his head at your reddening face, mindlessly starting to play with your soft hair as he questions your sudden, tired expression.

You lean your head towards his hand, slightly dropping your eyelids as a tired smile graces your round face. "I like it when you play with my hair," you mumble before yawning, looking into his eyes with a drowsy gaze as your entire body starts to tip towards his right hand.

His eyes widen then blink rapidly. His right hand swiftly moves to catch you as your eyes start to close.

He freezes, pulling you close and cradling you in his arms as you peacefully sleep against him. He wonders what to do, glancing around the room before gazing back down at you.

You're so warm and cute, snuggling into his chest as you hum in delight from the heat he produces. He feels his heart practically melt at your actions, a feeling that is so foreign to him, but he keeps a stern and unfazed demeanor.

With a soft sigh, he gently stands up and walks off of the chair, making his way out of the room as he continuously glances down at you to make sure you're still asleep. He smiles softly every time he looks down at your calm face, finding it to be rather adorable that your cheeks always appear to stay tinted with a pink blush.

Storm Troopers give him small glances before standing to attention as he meanders past them, yet they choose not to question why you're comfortably curled up in his arms.

Darth Vader enters your quarters, slowly walking towards your small bed before delicately laying you down. He sighs in relief as you snuggle against the covers. A soft smile crawls onto his face as he pulls the covers over your little form.

Compared to him, you're very tiny, which he finds to be quite adorable. He gently moves a strand of hair away from your face, then slowly stands up and backs away from your undisturbed sleep before he can accidentally wake you. With a calm exhale, he turns around and heads for the door.

Two voices cause him to stop in his path. A pair of Storm Troopers quietly chat on the other end. Vader listens in on their conversation, his curiosity at its pique.

"Isn't she adorable?" The one to the right asks, receiving a groan from the one on the left. "She's a prisoner." He spits back with disgust in his tone. "I don't care how young she is, I'm still not going to admit such a stupid thing."

The one on the right chuckles in response.
"Everyone else I've spoke to just automatically agree with me. Not my fault she's such a cute kid." He says, mumbling the last part with slight irritation towards the other Trooper.

Darth Vader huffs at their childish conversation, glancing back at you as you snuggle into your pillow. His expression softens at you.

Although he would never admit it to anyone, he does have to agree with the Storm Trooper, and everyone else that Trooper has spoken to. You do have your moments of appearing quite adorable to him.

He shakes his head, turning towards the door as he walks out. The two Troopers he heard talking stand to attention as they stand guard at the door. He takes a glance at the both of them.

"Do not allow her to escape, no matter how cute she may appear to you." He orders with a low growl, before quickly walking away.

They both nod at his demand, giving each other concerned glances as Darth Vader turns a corner and disappears from their sight.

"You think he heard us?" The one on the right asks with a worried whisper. The other one shakes his head, merely sighing in response.

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