Imagine Anakin's Alternative Versions...

Imagine the Republic falls and you look for Anakin...

Imagine when the Republic falls and your life is deeply affected by it. Your husband is no where to be seen and you fear the worst might have happened to him, specially after news regarding Order 66 have reached you. Despite the bad omens, however, you decide to look for him. And what you might find will surprise you.

Warnings: drama, explicit smut, violence, angst, unburnt Vader.

Warnings 2: this got long. 👀🤭

Recommendations: "The Ghost of You" by My Chemical Romance.

No minors.

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Intro.

It starts to rain and you are on the market when the hologram pops up. Whenever it happens, great news are expected to be told. You are standing amongst the crowd as a black hooded man is seen.

"Greetings to all, citizens. We salute you. News ought to be delivered in regard to the present situation concerning the clonic wars..." And here he tells how the Jedis are guilty for treason because they played a major role throughout the conflict, often betraying the Senate purposes.

"For this reason, as the common law dictates, every Jedi is a traitor and treason is punishable by death. However, in order to prevent chaos, if you spot a Jedi, communicate us as fast as possible."

He goes on in announcing himself as Emperor, welcoming now the citizens of Coruscant as citizens of the Galactic Empire. Once he ends the communication, every one is mute.

What had just happened?

You fear for your husband. Having him in your mind, you drop your basket and leave your things behind. Discreetly, you pass through your neighbors and others and start to increase the rhythm of your pace.

You hear noises. Chaos finds you. Next thing you see is some sort of riot happening, sounds of blasters, screams of people, making it difficult to distinguish what they are screaming for.

Where are you?

You push these people aside, trying to make your way to the ancient Jedi Temple located at a farther spot from the center of Coruscant. You don't mind the troopers, you don't mind people. All you want to know is if he survived.

Perhaps it is fortunate that you are an invisible woman to all, a being who is unworthy the attention of the troopers. You remain ignored as you walk back your home, eyes already puddled with tears.

How many times did you not wish to be a Jedi? How often didn't you wonder when he was away what would be like to follow him in his dangerous missions? How regularly haven't you spent your nights wide awake praying for him going back safe and sound to your arms?

And he would frequently go back to you. He always kept his promises. But you don't have enough time to think about it for you are forced to retreat back to your home since getting to the Temple Jedi is proving an impossible task. Once you do, though, he isn't there.

He is not coming home. He is not coming home.

You refuse to take these words as part of your reality. You've heard whispers concerning the Order 66, whose main objective was to destroy the Jedis.

No. You are coming back to me. You are.

You start looking for him in every spot of your house, but he is no where to be seen. He is nowhere to be found.

As you stay outdoors watching the end of world, your knees weaken and you fall down. You burst into violent tears. Somehow you know. Somehow you become another loser of this war. You look up at the darkest skies and you sob.