PARTNER - Darth Vader x Reader

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Working most of the day meant you hadn't gotten the chance to eat and you weren't bothered to go and get food, so you messaged Aaron and asked him to bring you some food to you and to hang out. Of course he said yes. After a while you heard a knock on your door. You hadn't changed out of the lingerie so you called for him to come in.

"And here's some food for the pretty lady," Aaron smiled.

"Thank you so much. I have no idea what I would've done with out you," you sang. Aaron laughed.

"What's so funny?" you questioned.

"Oh no, it's nothing."

"Come on, tell me," you pushed

"I think that you are just so adorable," he said. The both of you laughed and talked about each others day as you ate. Aaron was like a brother to you. He protected you and cared for you and you did the same back. He had been there since day one. Aaron was the first person to talk to you and be kind towards you. He introduced you to almost everyone you knew on the Star. He was the closest thing you had to family.

As the night went on, you two talked about absolutely everything.

"Oh have you ever met Darth Vader?" Aaron asked.

To you, Darth Vader was this scary guy that employed you. Your work meant you never had to interact with him, which lead to all but assumptions about him and never really knowing what he was really capable of.

"No, not really. I've just cleaned his office and I only clean it when he isn't here," you replied

"What's it's like in there?"

"It's just really black and dark. You'd probably light up like a glow stick in his office though," you told him

"I'm not that pale, leave me alone," he faked cried, the two of you laughed.

"Well, I better leave before it gets too late," Aaron said as he got up from the bed. You followed him to the door. You hugged Aaron and said goodbye for the night.

You got changed into a tightly fitted long t-shirt, and black shorts. You slowly drifted to sleep, dreaming about your next meal.

You woke to a loud banging on your door. Groggily, you look at the clock on your bedside. 02:43. The floor was cold and you were tired, so you took your time getting to the door. Each bang got more aggressive than the other.

"Give me a second. If you're banging on my door at 2 in the morning, don't expect a fast answer for fuck sake," you whisper shouted to yourself. You had finally reached the door and opened it, you started talking.

"Look, I'm sleeping just come back when my shift has starte-," you stopped mid sentence after realising is was the Darth Vader. "I'm so sorry sir, I-I didn't know it was you my Lord," you spoke in a frantic panic, praying he didn't kill you on the spot.

"When your shift starts, because clearly you don't like to work outside of it, I need you to clean up my room and bathroom whilst I'm gone. And don't go snooping around, because I'll know," he snarled at you.

"Of course my Lord. It will be ready for you for whenever you come back." You we're so distracted by the fact that you could of lost your life, you failed to realise that he only had his helmet on. He had a baggy shirt on and black sweatpants on with some socks. No suit. You caught yourself staring at him for what felt like ages but was really only for a few seconds.