Hayden Christensen Imagines

IMAGINE: Being in love with Darth Vader

"Y/N." Grand Moff Tarkin says as you look over a file report.

You look up at him, your eyebrows raised. "Yes?" You ask.

"The file report, how is it? How are our new soldiers coming along?" He asks.

You frown. "Um, they're a bit slow. They aren't progressing as fast as we thought or hoped." You answer slowly.

"What do you mean?" He sputters. "I thought you were helping in training them!" He exclaims angrily.

"I am, but if we rush them, we'll most likely miss a step and they'll be stunted as soldiers. They won't fight as well as we need them too." You say.

Grand Moff Tarkin's eyebrows draw. "Lord Vader will not be pleased." He says lowly.

You bow your head. "I know." You whisper, a pang hitting you in the heart. You really like Darth Vader, as weird as it seems. Something about his pain, his past draws you to him, and you don't even want to think about causing him to be angry with you.

"You must tell him at once." Grand Moff Tarkin says.

Your head snaps up, your eyes wide. "What?" You cry. "No, no, no! I can't!" You protest, backing away.

Tarkin grabs your arm painfully, glaring at you. "This is your fault, Y/N. He needs to know. Your punishment is yours and yours alone. I hope for your sake that Lord Vader is merciful." He hisses.

You nod and wrench your arm out of his grasp. "Okay, okay." You breathe, fear worming its way into your heart.

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You find Vader standing alone in a room, watching the galaxy. You cough to alert him. He slowly looks at you, his heavy breathing fill in the silence. You take in a deep breath and let it out shakily.

"Is there something you want, Y/N?" He asks.

"M-my lord... Um..." You stammer. Vader just stares at you and your shoulders slump. "My lord, it's not my fault—well, not really. These soldiers are just too slow! We're not running on schedule. We're behind by a few weeks. I don't want to rush them because they might miss something vital to their training. I'm sorry." You blurt out before you can stop yourself. "I'm so sorry." You whisper again, hanging your head.

Vader walks up to you slowly and you gulp. "Look at me, Y/N." He commands.

You do so with misery in your eyes. "It won't happen again, Lord Vader. I promise." You whisper.

"Y/N." Darth Vader says sternly. You look at him and flinch. "Stop talking." He orders. You bite your lip to keep from saying anything more.

Darth Vader raises his hand making your tear filled eyes widen in horror and in fear. Your breathing comes fast and you start shaking. Instead of choking you like you think he's going to do, Vader just points his finger at you.

"I'll let you off the hook this time, Y/N. But there better not be a next. Do you understand me?" He says. You nod quickly as he lowers his hand.

Your breath leaves you in a rush and you breathe heavily. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much." You whisper, tears of relief flooding down your cheeks. "I promise it will never happen again." You swear. You stumble out of the room, your head bowed.

"Y/N." Vader calls.

You stop and slowly meet his eyes. "Yes?" You ask quietly.

"Do I really install that much fear into you?" He asks suddenly, as if truly curious.