𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙀𝙑𝙄𝙇'𝙎 𝘼𝘿𝙑𝙊𝘾𝘼𝙏𝙀 • 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙫𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

TWENTY-SEVEN

 
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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Dangerous Secrets
    

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PLATONIC.

It was a word I hadn't thought much about before, but now it was the only thing that rattled around in my head. As it turned out, having a strictly platonic relationship with Vader was surprisingly wholesome, but equally as frustrating.

"And with the ejector positioned closer to the bullet, it will increase the speed and force with which it's shot," I explained, looking down at the blueprints for the new gun I was building. "Which loosely translates to 'more Rebel corpses, faster'."

Vader smirked down at me, before nodding. "It looks very promising so far. I'm proud of you."

My breath hitched in my throat at his words before I shot him a glare. "What have I told you about using that word?"

A shocked laugh left his mouth and he held his hands up in surrender. "I apologize. How else am I to express myself?"

With a shrug, I looked away from him. "I don't know. Just... say you're happy with my work, or something."

"Okay," He agreed, before placing his big, strong, gloved hand on my shoulder. "I'm happy with your work, Ky."

His words sent a jolt to my heart and I immediately shook my head. "Nope. You can't say that either."

"What?" He asked, removing his hand from my shoulder but leaving behind his warmth.

"You're the one who set the rule of being just friends," I stated sternly.

"So now I can't even praise you?" Vader asked incredulously, resting his hands on his hips.

"No!" I cried, before taking a deep breath. "Look, how would you, as Darth Vader, Imperial Commander, big bad guy-"

"I resent that last one-"

"How would you compliment your Weaponry General when they present you with an impressive new project?" I finished, raising a brow. "If it wasn't me, but just another worker?"

Vader thought on it for a few moments, before picking his mask up from my work table and putting it back on his head. I instinctively took a step back, watching as he resorted back to Commander mode. His head turned to me and he gave me a nod. "Good work, General."

"You wouldn't be that nice," I complained, ignoring the flutter of my heart.

He sighed, shaking his head. With a step towards me, he rested a hand on the table. "You dare waste my time with half-finished blueprints? Come to me once you've actually built something tangible, General."

My legs squeezed together at his cold tone, and I fucking hated myself for it. "And then- and then you'd probably like, Force-choke them, right?"

"Seriously?" He asked, pulling off his mask and revealing the disbelief on his face. "Is everything I say tainted by your sexually charged feelings?"

With a scoff, I raised my eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

Vader folded his big arms across his chest, frowning down at me. "If you can't control yourself, I'll have to keep my visits to a minimum, little one."