Imagine Anakin's Alternative Versions...

Imagine you were rescued during the clonic wars by Anakin Skywalker

Imagine you were rescued during the clonic wars by Anakin Skywalker with whom you develop a very deep bond. However, upon the rise of the Empire you become Darth Vader's worst enemy.

Warnings: unburnt Vader; angst, (explicit?) smut, violence. Do not read this if you are sensitive to these themes and/or are underage.

Warnings 2: there is a Senator of Naboo here but this one isn't Padmé Amidala. She's not here.

Warnings 3: it's a very long fic because I felt lazy about diving this one here in parts 1 &2.

Recommendations: loosely based on "This is War", "Hurricane" and "Up in the Air", all songs by 30 Seconds to Mars.

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Intro.

"What have you become?" Your eyes blurry with tears at the sight of the masked man that stands tall right before you. "Anakin..."

"The Anakin you once knew is no more. It shouldn't surprise you, Y/N. Join me or die. I can give you this choice." The Sith Lord tells you.

A tear rolls down your cheek. Your heart's never been broken as to this moment. You put your saber on.

"Kill me then, if you can."

"As you like."

He moves to attack you, believing you to be weak. But you are not. Not anymore. You resist his blow, saber against saber, blue against red. The Force that meets each attack seems to result in small electric fields.

You attack from the right, concentrated. He forces you to back up, though, and try to choke you but Vader is surprised to find your resistance. You move forward, pressing your saber against yours.

"I sense the hate in you. Let it flow, Y/N."

"No." You counterattack him even though you struggle with your emotions. You will not let yourself be manipulated. "Never."

He, however, manages to move right behind you. As he puts his arm around your neck, Vader whispers right in your ear:

"Are you sure? Give in to me, Y/N."

Even though he wears a mask, you still feel his breath, hot against your skin. But it's how he overpowers you: by making your knees go weak. His hand wraps around your neck, but Vader doesn't choke you.

"Come to me." He commands you.

You would think he is smirking at you. Tension seems now to flow... to some other places.

"Such a strange choice of words." You use the Force to slip through his fingers. You don't admit the friction in the between your legs. He is not manipulating you, you will not let him.

"Join me in the dark force, Y/N. Together we will be invincible", so insists Darth Vader.

You manage to make him go on his knees, though. Such a victory you seem to accomplish, small as it may be because he does not remain longer there.

"Together, we will be free."

However, one slip and there you are. On his knees before him. Vader's gloved hand makes you look up at him. You seem to lock gazes, your heart races.

"You don't know your own power."

You swallow hard. To be this tempted, to have his hand caressing your face like this, gently holding a grip over your neck, moving it higher to pull your hair...

"Neither do you."

These seem to be the words to leave your tongue, however ambiguous they sound in your mouth. Nonetheless, you consume the air inside your lungs; breathing never before seems to hurt, but this is not what burns you.