Star Wars x Reader Inserts

you're breaking my heart | anakin skywalker | 4/3 (alternate ending)

· a/n: this alternate ending had been tempting for me to write to begin with, but i wanted to stick with the request given to me. however, due to an additional request given to me many months ago by pparkerssweetheart on tumblr to make an alternate ending, i decided to go through w/ it. it takes place after part two (replacing the original third part.) And yeah, I could've broken this into two, but that would just be more confusing with the original third part and this being an alternate ending.

· summary: in this alternate ending, we find that the reader is tempted by more than her fears, but also by the voice of a dark seducer. will she choose to overcome her pain or give in to her jealous anger?

· disclaimer: some of the lines towards the end of this are directly from the film's script and belong to Lucasfilm/Disney.

· warnings: anger, mild violence, sad panakin anakin :(

· word count: 7.7k (woowee)

· music: The Immolation Scene by John Williams (sit down and cry with me guys)

Sheev Palpatine gazed out of the large window in his elaborate Chancellor's suite and set his calculating gaze upon the rushing traffic that blazed in currents of noise and glinting metal. His advisor was seated in one of the soft seats on the other side of his wide desk, reading off grievances and compliances expressed from other cabinet members of the Galactic Republic. But Palpatine couldn't have been more disinterested in the qualms of the Senate - or more distracted from them.

In this moment, he was caught up in a sudden dip in the careful balance of the Force he had felt moments prior.

"Supreme Chancellor, what would you have us tell the cabinet advisors? Many of them are expressing displeasure with your decision to postpone the meeting of treaties in the coming week. Some of them have conveyed concern towards your intentions to sway the vote. Shall I make arrangements to meet-" The advisor trailed off into silence when the Chancellor held up his hand to summon him to hush.

"Do what you must to silence their complaints." With a dismissive nod and wave of his open palm, Palpatine watched as his advisor left his suite and the doors shut behind him. He turned then to his chair and placed himself primly in its dark cushions with a curious smirk on his aging features.

Normally, he was careful to uphold his peaceable demeanor as Chancellor, but he could spare no time in this instance. Something, or someone, had set a disturbance in motion across the energy of the Force.

It had been weak at first, like a small ripple at the edge of a still pond. But as ripples often go, though small they may begin, they expand and spread until the stillness of the water is disturbed and put out of balance until it laps the shore, unsettling the fine dust and crumbling rock at its edge. This shift was beginning to feel much the same.

He had felt something peculiar, something swelling and festering; anger founded in the loss of love – of rejection.

Palpatine pulled the hood of his robe over his head until it shrouded over his eyes and blocked the light from his vision. He silenced every sensation around him, channeling every thought towards this growing darkness. His eyes morphed beneath the shadow of his robe until they burned with a bright red and yellow glow. His skin aged as he grappled the tether of the Force's energy and clung to it with a dominating presence until he felt its source within his grasp.

The source was close; not close in the sense of distance, but in the sense of knowing.

Palpatine recognized this energy, this internally pure soul – for he had known her for some time. Not personally, not like he had begun to know Anakin, but in passing, enough to identify her.