Imagine Anakin's Alternative Versions...

Imagine Padmé's killed... What then?

Imagine: Padmé dies in an attack coordinated by the Sith. Anakin dwells in grief and the result could be catastrophic. What, however, will be your role in it?

Warnings: lots of drama, but always having fluff endings because that's how I roll (and because Anakin is always miserable in "SW" the poor thing); and smut. Minors, do not read it.

Recommendations: there's something about "All Too Well" by Taylor Swift here—you may want to listen if you want to really feel the angst—and "Fire Meet Gasoline" by Sia. 🤭

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You've known Anakin for years, had grown up together in Tatooine before being dragged to the Jedi Temple because the Force was felt as powerful in the boy as in you, his constant companion.

That's what you were. A close companion to one another. So different, but so similar. Where you internalized your temper, he extruded it. Simple as that. Both of you were trained by Obi-Wan, often making him sigh heavily and wonder what did he to do to Maker frown upon him?

But where you were cautious, he was reckless. Where you were overthinking, he was not. But even in missions together, as you grew, traits overlooked as faults completed each other and could actually be helpful in the success of the mission.

You were his confident at the end of the day, it had always been like this. You were there when he was smitten with Padmé, an idea that suddenly did not fit so well to you.

And he could tell that.

"Is it because I'm breaking the rules again, isn't it?"

You sighed. You figured it could be a different reason, but good in masking feelings, you thought you should bury the truth. First, because Jedis were strongly advised not to form attachments. Second, because you wanted him to be happy. At what cost? At yours, but you were ready for it.

"I just worry for you", you told him, which was not entirely a lie.

You came to reason yourself that you've made a vow the day you were knighted a Jedi, more than aware of what the risks you might incur to when you left so many possibilities to serve a cause you came to commit genuinely. You realized, from this point of view, that you could deal with the amount of unresolved matters by yourself. But this should not prevent you from being friends. You could handle that, and you would.

"Y/Nickname" he said, using the pet name he often addressed you ever since you were toddlers. "Come on. I know you better than this."

You hated to lie, especially to him. In fact, Anakin had something in his heart about this, how you reacted strangely to his confession. He could tell, when looking into y/eye color, that something about him and Padmé had made you unhappy.

And Anakin sensed that this might cost your friendship, something he was not inclined to bargain, less so losing ir. You were the reason why he was there: he told Qui-Gon Jinn that he would never be part of the Jedi Order if Y/N was not there with him. He was attached to you. There were nights he had nightmares and you were there to make them go away.

In his dark moments, whether he was being grumpy, sulking or crying, you were there for him. Anakin knew he'd never let you go. Perhaps he was even inclined to sacrifice his own happiness if this meant that you'd stay. And yet, he felt you were pushing him away, a possibility that he was not accepting well.

"Trying to read my mind will not help your side, my man", you broke the awkward silence by making him laugh.

You stepped closer to him and embraced him. His scent was difficult to bare, it smelled like an invitation to kiss and.. oh shush yourself, you reprehended yourself mentally.