Anakin Skywalker Imagines/Oneshots

The Apprentice

Prompt: your the apprentice of Darth Vader after he killed Palpatine. But to Darth Vader or at least the Anakin in him, you were so much more than his apprentice.

Your sith name means Angel of Death.
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"Lady Dabria! Come here!" Your master called to you through his mask and you obediently walked to him. Your own mask covered half your face and you stood in front of him. His piercing yellow eyes stared down at you with care. He lifted his gloved hand to brush a piece of hair behind your ear.

"What do you wish of me—master?" You ask and even though you couldn't see him smiling, you knew that he was.

"Follow me." He said turning around and simply expecting you to follow after him. But instead of walking behind him you walked beside him. He side-eyed you but said nothing as staff got out of the way of you both.

Once you made it down to the containment unit the head officer greeted both of you. "Lady Dabria, Enperor Vader; I suppose your here for our newest prisoner, correct?" He asks and Vader answered.

"Indeed Captain." He said and started marching down the hallway to one of the last cells in the facility. He used the force to open the door and was met by a disheveled looking man. You kicked him in the back to make him wake up which made him groan in pain as he sat up.

"Do you wish to do this the easy way or the painful way?" You ask, your own robotic voice sending chills down your spine. The man shook his head disobediently and you laughed, "fine, have it your way then." You mocked.

Vader then came up behind you and leaned in close to your ear. "Lift your hand, love; close your eyes and think of nothing but finding the evidence you need to condemn him to death, can you do that for me, beautiful?" He whispered and you nodded confidently.

You lifted your hand up and closed your eyes. You felt a hand on your arm keeping your hand steady as you dove into the rebel's mind. The man screamed in pain as you invaded his mind...his memories, the sound was glorious.

You kept pushing as his screams grew louder until you found the evidence you had needed. You plucked the memory from his mind and you opened your eyes and your hand dropped. He fell to the ground exhausted as you transferred the intel of the rebel bases to Vader.

Vader chuckled darkly, "well done, my darling, now-" he trailed off as he stared at the man on the ground, "—kill him." He ordered and you smirked before grabbing the hilt of your saber and igniting it showing the black blade. A color that had shocked Vader at first to see. Especially from someone he believed at least in his eyes to be an Angel, and you were an Angel; just an Angel of death.

Vader lifted the man's tired body off the ground with the force for you so he was kneeling. The man's eyes were pleading, but you held no sympathy for the rebels; not after the way they brought their problems to your home planet and left it a scarce wasteland. It was only then did Vader find you and sense how truly powerful you could be with the force.

Your movements were swift and his head rolled from his body in which Vader was quick to drop to the floor. You distinguished your blade and placed it back onto your belt before turning to face your master. "Did I do well?" You ask him and before you can react he has unclipped your mask and unclipped his own and pressed his lips to yours.

"You did wonderfully." He mumbles against your lips making you smile. This man wasn't just your master but your lover. He didn't treat you like you were inferior to him, he treated you as his equal in every way but the bedroom; that was his domain for power.

You pushed him away and grabbed his mask from him and clipped it back on to his face. "Come along, Master, those rebels won't destroy themselves." You remind him and you began walking out but he grabs your arm and spins you back around to face him.

You look at him quizzically but he says nothing but brushes your hair behind your ear and held up your mask. You let him place it on you and clip it into place. "Can't have others seeing this gorgeous face, now can we?" He says before we exit the cell and the Captain of the containment unit greeted us as we exited.

"From the screaming I heard, I assumed it was successful?" He questioned and Vader answered.

"Yes, Captain; Lady Dabria can be very—persuasive, but we will need clean up in Cell 2187." Vader said and the Captain nodded before we left him to deal with the aftermath of your persuasion. Vader made you use your communicator and made them get your ship and a legion of stormtroopers ready for your departure.

When the two of you made it to the hangar your ship was stocked with stormtroopers, ready for departure. "Set a course to Hoth, Captain!" You order.

"Yes my lady." The trooper replies before you feel the ship hatch close, and you are lifted into the air.

Making yourself comfortable in the copilot's seat you watched as Vader flew the ship with ease. Your master was certainly in his element at the moment, as his tense shoulders seemed to relax. When you reached Hoth the hatch was opened and you instantly shivered slightly.

Your master seemed to notice as you felt his robe be laid upon your shoulders and tied around you. You didn't dare say thank you in front of the troopers, but he knew you were grateful when your eyes softened when you peered at him. He only gave you an understanding nod before your men attacked the base.

You fought along side your master with intense ruthlessness; after all next to Vader no one was more ruthless than you. After exiting the base your master instructed you to use the force to level the base to the ground. You did so and then promptly returned to your ship, ready to return to the Death Star.

When you returned, your master dragged you away to your shared chambers.  When the two of you made it to your room he pushed you up against the wall. His hand ripped off your mask and through it aside, and his mask wasn't far behind. "You were brilliant out there, my love; so ruthless, the way you slit that man's body in half was quite impressive." He mused as he kissed up and down your neck.

You smiled, "what can I say? I learned from the best." You gasp out as he sucks upon your skin, marking you as his, as if everyone didn't know that already.

He leaned back with a chuckle, "you sure did, beautiful." He replied as he pressed his lips to yours, not like you were complaining. He hoisted you into his arms, his lips never separating from yours for even a moment as he brings you to the bed.

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Lying in your master's arms, but also your lover's was nice. If someone had told you 5 years ago that you would be essentially the empress of the galaxy; you would have laughed in their face and told them that they were crazy. But alas, here you were; a lady of the Sith, the Angel of Death, the apprentice of Emperor Vader.

What more could a girl want?