Deception | Anakin Skywalker x Reader

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Warning: Nothing Really

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I wake up the next morning feeling just as tired as I did when I had fallen asleep, the main reason for my lack of sleep being the painful ache in my wrist whenever I rolled over.

It's not long before my alarm begins beeping incessantly and I want to ignore it, to hide away in my bed all day, giving my wrist time to heal before I am obligated to go on another mission. But I force myself to get up, not wanting to give Vader the satisfaction of knowing he injured me. As I slowly get dressed, my thoughts are taken over by my desperate need for a cup of coffee, a strong one if I want to make it through the entire day without falling asleep.

I maneuver my hands through the sleeves of my jacket, careful to avoid causing further pain to my wrist, and make my way to the cafeteria. With it being early, the room is practically empty, just one other person up and sitting in the corner furthest from the entrance. He has a black cloak pulled up over his head. What is it with Imperials and their love of cloaks? Unless...

No. It couldn't be.

I rub at my eyes, making sure that the pain in my wrist isn't making me hallucinate but when I open them once more, he's still sat there. It really is him. But why? Vader never eats with us. Whenever he spends prolonged amounts of time at the fortress he usually takes his meal to the grand inquisitor's office, which becomes his own during his visits.

I ignore him, refusing to cast another glance his way, as I grab a tray and pile it high with food. I pour myself a giant cup of coffee and sit at the table farthest from him. I feel his eyes on me, his gaze practically burning a hole in the back of my head. I don't turn to look, instead focusing my attention on the tray balanced precariously on just my left hand.

I slam it down on the table and virtually inhale the food, rushing to get out of the room and away from his presence as quickly as I can.

The act of ignoring him must piss him off because, before long, I hear the sound of heavy boots making their way towards me. I subtly angle my body away from him and continue to eat. Of course he doesn't take the hint or if he does he chooses to take no notice of it. The asshole. He sits directly across from me which makes it lot more difficult for me to continue ignoring him. "What?" I accidentally snap, the ache in my wrist still being an irritant and causing me to lose my temper a lot quicker than usual, especially when I think about how much of a pain it will be to try and actually do my job with my arm hurting this badly.

"(y/n)?" The softness in his tone causes me to look up, not that I can see any of his features, but something in the way he said my name confuses me. "Show me your wrist." I move it further away from him, suspicious but that just makes him lean across the table and grab it. His hands are cold and I flinch, both from the coldness and the pain that erupts up my hand from his touch on my injury. "Well if you had just done what I had asked, I wouldn't have needed to grab you." He snaps at me, the softness gone from his voice.

His gaze drops down to my wrist, all his concentration focusing onto it. He raises his other hand and holds it directly over my wrist, a faint glow coming from his fingertips. After a few seconds of this, he drops my hand back onto the table. I twist it slightly and gasp when I feel no pain.