Deception | Anakin Skywalker x Reader

|21| Overstepping

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(y/n)'s POV

I stand in the doorway of Vader's office, anxiously watching him as he takes another large swig from his glass of whisky.

We'd arrived back in his office just a few moments prior but he's already drank enough alcohol that surely he had to be intoxicated. His hand is shaking as he raises the glass to his lips once more, his eyes narrowing when he notices me staring. I don't look away.

His look of pain, as if something was physically hurting him when he gazed up at the tomb of the youngling, was still clear in my mind, burned into my memory, not something I was likely to forget. For just one moment I felt as though I was standing in the presence of Anakin Skywalker, but as quick as it came, it was gone and his rage had returned. Could it be true that he knew nothing about the tombs? That he himself is a slave of the Empire; someone who has fallen into this way of life for survival like Trilla? I don't know but what I do know is that I need to just focus on my original plan of taking down the Empire from the inside, starting with the Emperor himself and working out the rest later.

Gazing at him now, with the hatred burning in his yellow eyes, makes me realize that as much as I try to separate Anakin from Vader, I can't and I shouldn't because they are the same person whether I like it or not. But for him to go from the biggest hero of the entire galaxy to one of the most feared men in the galaxy, something must have happened that I don't know of, something that I need to uncover the truth of if I have any hopes of taking down the Emperor.

The sound of something breaking snaps me out of my thoughts. Vader stands behind his desk, shards of his whisky glass scattering the surface of it. I take a small step forward, a silent offering of help but he ignores me, instead opening the palm of his hand and letting the glass shards fall to the ground; I hear the sound of them crunching under his boots as he begins frantically searching through the desk drawers.

"What're you looking for? Maybe I can help." I take a few steps forwards until I'm standing directly beside him, peering casually into the drawer, noticing the stacks and stacks of what appear to be important documents before he snaps it shut.

"I'm trying to find out which fucking idiot approved for these plans to go on under my base." He opens and shuts the final drawer, clearly having not found the paperwork he needs. And then it happens so fast, too fast for me to try and stop him.

He rips his lightsaber off his belt and begins swinging it around madly, slashing at his computer until it's no more than broken parts on top of a badly damaged desk, burn marks littering that half of his office.

I stand back, but not out of fear. I stand back to give him his space to take his anger out on the room. It's better that he gets it out now, instead of taking it out on the rest of us tomorrow by giving us crappy missions.

After a few moments of slicing his lightsaber through anything and everything in his office, he puts it away and picks up the bottle of whisky, taking another swig of it. Once I know that his lightsaber is back safely on his belt, I speak up.

"I don't mean to overstep but isn't there only one person above you that could authorize changes to your base?" It dawns on me that I shouldn't have spoken by the way he spins around and pins me in place with an ice cold glare. Is he deliberately trying to ignore the fact that only one person could have authorized this?

"It seems to me (y/n) that you have once again forgotten your place in all of this. It's not your job to ask questions, only to follow orders." he snaps, his tone managing to be surprisingly calm. He takes another long drink from the whisky before slamming the bottle down on a small table. He slams it down so hard that it shatters, the remaining liquid flowing to the floor and small shards of glass scattering in the space between us. Out of instinct I bend down to begin picking up the pieces. With the state that he's in, he might hurt himself and with me being the last person to be seen with him, I'm likely to get blamed for it.

"(y/n) stop. I have people who can do that." his hand lightly grazes my elbow and I look up at him, his eyes staring directly into mine. "I shouldn't have snapped at you like that." He uses his hand on my elbow to pull me to my feet, but either through him not knowing his own strength or me being too slow to understand what he was doing, we end up much closer than we probably should have been.

"It's fine." I practically whisper, not feeling any need to speak louder with our close proximity. His gaze flickers down to my lips as I finish speaking. We're definitely much closer than we should have been but his hand is still on my elbow so I use that as my excuse as to why I'm not moving away.

He takes a deep breath in and as he exhales he moves his face closer to mine, his nose brushing against mine, his lips practically touching my own, causing the butterflies to erupt in my stomach, partly out of anxiety but also out of something else I'm not yet quite ready to admit. His hand lowers from my elbow until it is resting on my hip and the urge to kiss him overcomes me but it's not me that makes the move that connects our lips. It's him who presses his against mine and I freeze for a second before kissing him back, his body pressing against mine. His hand tightens slightly on my hip and I gasp. He takes this opportunity to deepen the kiss.

Despite it taking all the control that I have, I manage to pull back slightly, still close enough to feel his alcohol tainted breath brushing against my lips. "We can't. You're drunk." I tell him, like that's the only reason why we shouldn't be doing this. He raises his hand from my hip and brushes it against my cheek, the soft leather caressing my skin.

"I can hold my liquor." he says before he leans forward again and this time I let it happen. I let him turn the kiss passionate. I let him thread his fingers through my hair. I let him guide my body against the wall, completely lost in the rush of the moment, no longer caring how wrong this should feel. In fact, though I don't have a lot of experience in the romance department of life, I know that nothing will ever compare to how this kiss is making me feel. This feeling of emotion is intoxicating, and for the first time in my life I finally understand why the Jedi were so against this kind of passion.

And then it ends but this time it's not me who breaks the kiss. It's him.

He leans away from me, breathing heavily, and much to my own embarrassment I am just the same. His hand drops from my face and he takes a few steps backwards. A momentary look of horror flashes across his face before he says, "You can go now." He dismisses me, just like that.

"But..."

"Just leave (y/n)." And what can I do but listen to him. I move towards the doorway of his office, making sure to brush past him as I do.

Once I am out in the corridor, I breathe out the breath I didn't know I had been holding.

Did that really just happen? Did I really just kiss Darth Vader?

I somehow manage to make my way back to my room and as I lay down on my bed I wonder why if that was so wrong did it feel so good.

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A/N: Happy (belated) one year anniversary to this book!! I had actually planned to try and get this chapter out for the anniversary but writer's block hit me hard. But I am trying to make updates more regular now.

I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading!!