His Last Light (Yandere! Darth Vader x GN! reader)
Summary: The evil Sith Lord Darth Vader gains an interest in an officer after a rare act of kindness.
Warning: Yandere / dark themes. violence, manipulation and power imbalance.
I hope it’s okay. I’m trying to find more ideas but it’s difficult. I missed Vader.
Being an officer of the Empire was not an easy job. The Academy on Coruscant had demanded everything from you, your time, your effort, your home. You had left your planet behind to pursue the uniform, hoping to make your family proud.
But the longer you served, the more you saw. The Empire was not the shining order it claimed to be. Its officers were relics of the Republic or men and women desperate for a steady income. Most starships functioned not through loyalty but through fear.
Especially the one where you were stationed now. The Executor.
The colossal Star Dreadnought was both a rare honor and an immense challenge. Its bridge was similar in design to other destroyers you had trained on, but everything here felt heavier, more advanced, more suffocating.
And then there was the commander of this vessel, the most feared enforcer in the galaxy. Lord Vader.
Whispers of him spread through the crew like a sickness, officers executed without hesitation, subordinates strangled for failure, entire ranks living in quiet terror of his presence. You resolved to do everything possible to avoid his notice.
Your first day had been spent shadowing another officer. He gave you curt instructions, answered your questions, but there was something about him, about all of them, that unsettled you. They moved like ghosts, hollowed out by fear. You swore to yourself you would not become one of them.
You had been raised to believe in cheer, in optimism. A positive outlook could push you through the hardest times. So you carried that light with you, even here, even on the bridge of the most dreadful warship in the galaxy.
You did your work diligently. You smiled. You tried to speak with the others, to spark conversation. Most dismissed you with a glare or a flick of the hand.
And that was when he noticed.
The Sith Lord’s attention was subtle at first, the weight of his gaze pressing on your shoulders, the red lenses fixed on you longer than they should have been. You showed him respect, did your duty, and carried on with your day. But your refusal to let the gloom consume you stirred something deep within him.
He had not felt true kindness since he had been sealed in the black coffin of his suit. Your small courtesies, your polite words, so unremarkable among others, were to him utterly alien.
It was a quiet day when it happened. You were alone on the bridge with only a datapad, poring over the ship’s schematics. His shadow fell across you before you heard him.
That sound. The mechanical breathing, steady, relentless, filling the silence.
You looked up. Darth Vader himself loomed there, crimson eyes locked onto yours.
Your throat tightened, but your voice was clear. “Greetings, Lord Vader!” You saluted.
He did not answer at once. His breathing filled the cavernous bridge, slow and unbroken. Then, in that deep, resonant voice that seemed to split the air itself.
“You are unfamiliar with this vessel.”
Your datapad trembled faintly in your hands. “Yes, sir. I was searching for the communication link, I couldn’t locate it in this layout.”
He turned his head, the heavy helmet angling toward the console in question. He moved with deliberate slowness, as though testing you with the silence that stretched between each sound of his respirator.
Finally, he said simply. “There.”
Relief rushed through you. “Thank you, Lord Vader.”
The words left your lips without hesitation. A genuine smile tugged at your mouth as you looked up at him.
And for the briefest moment, he stilled. It had been decades since anyone had spoken those words to him without fear, without calculation. Your smile lit something long buried within the charred remains of his heart.
From that moment, you were no longer just another officer. You were different.
A blooming flower among the withered.
He admired your courage. Your kindness. And he would not allow it to be crushed.
Vader’s interest revealed itself in subtle ways at first. His gaze lingered. His imposing form drew closer to your station on the bridge more often than coincidence could explain. His presence became constant, a weight you carried with every report and every datapad.
You began to notice how he treated you differently than the others. He listened when you spoke. He tolerated mistakes that would have meant death for anyone else.
You didn’t know. And you could not know the truth, that behind the lenses, behind the mask, a wicked plan was forming.
Vader would not allow the galaxy to taint you. He would not let innocence be poisoned. He would claim you for himself.
His wrath was legendary. But his interest? His interest was far more dangerous.
The bridge had grown colder in the weeks since his first notice of you. Not in temperature, but in atmosphere. Officers whispered behind closed doors, casting furtive glances at your station. You had assumed it was admiration, or perhaps envy. You began to realize it was fear.
Vader’s presence was omnipresent now. Even when he was not physically on the bridge, you could feel him in every corner, in the hum of the systems, in the subtle shifts of the Star Dreadnought’s rhythm. You began to adjust your behavior automatically, careful not to provoke a reaction, careful to remain always within the parameters he had unconsciously, or deliberately, set for you.
It started small. Extra attention to your reports. Questions that seemed benign, but lingered long enough to measure your reactions. Occasionally, he would appear at your door without announcement, and you would jump at the sound of his respirator, only to find him silently observing, studying, weighing. His approval became a reward more intoxicating than any commendation the Empire could give.
But then the boundary began to shift.
Your meals were subtly controlled, trays left at your quarters contained exactly what he deemed appropriate, as though testing whether you would eat or refuse. Your quarters were “cleaned” with his eyes in mind, no disarray, no trace of chaos that could touch you. Even the officers around you became more cautious, treating you with a combination of reverence and suspicion.
He began speaking in quiet, deliberate tones that no one else heard. Occasionally, at night when you returned to your quarters, a datapad would be waiting with a brief message: “Do not endanger yourself. I am watching.” It was polite, protective… and terrifying.
You noticed, too, the way he would intercept orders or tasks that might place you in danger. Another officer would be reassigned, a mission rerouted, always before you knew you had been at risk. Sometimes you suspected coincidence. Other times, you were sure he had engineered the outcome.
And the looks. Oh, the looks. Behind the mask, behind the crimson lenses, there was an intensity you could feel, fixation that bordered on obsession. When he observed you, it was not curiosity or mere inspection. It was ownership. Possession.
Then came the first moment you realized just how deep his intent ran.
You had been sent to inspect the lower decks, accompanied by two other junior officers. A minor systems failure caused a small explosion near the reactor chamber. Alarms blared. Smoke filled the corridor. Officers panicked.
Vader appeared moments later, seemingly from nowhere, sweeping through the chaos with lethal precision. His attention was immediately on you. He reached for one of the panicked officers who had shouted your name in alarm, and with a flick of the Force, threw him against the bulkhead. The man crumpled silently.
“You are unharmed.” Vader stated, his voice calm, almost tender, yet carrying the weight of threat that could crush entire fleets.
You nodded quickly, swallowing the terror that bubbled in your chest. And for the first time, you truly understood, his devotion was not abstract. It was absolute. Protective. Deadly.
That night, in the quiet of your quarters, you could almost hear him outside your door. The air seemed to carry the weight of his presence. And though fear prickled along your spine, a strange comfort settled in your chest. He would not allow harm to come to you. No one would.
Vader’s obsession was a shadow over every aspect of your life. You were safe. Safer than you had ever been. But the freedom you once took for granted, the ability to choose, to move, to interact, was slowly being eclipsed by his relentless guardianship.
And you knew, deep down, that once someone captured his attention like this… there was no turning back.
Because Darth Vader always gets what he wants. And he had already decided, you were his.
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