#R2-D2 not because he’d be good at it

[burnwater13]

Luke Skywalker sitting on Ossus meditating as Grogu looks on. Image from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 6, From the Desert Comes a Stranger. Calendar by DateWorks.

Caption reads: He was small like you, but his heart was huge, and the Force was strong in him. He once said to me, 'Size matters not.' - Luke Skywalker.

Grogu was pretty sure that Luke meant well. He said a lot of things that sounded good, but also, sounded a lot like nothing. Just from that, Grogu had worked out that Luke had met Master Yoda. It was funny and a little sad at the same time. There he was, a human who wasn’t even thirty years old, telling Grogu stuff he already knew like it was special. Didn’t Ahsoka tell him anything? Apparently not.

At least Ossus was pretty. It had a lot of trees and water and an abundance of frogs and other things Grogu liked to eat fresh. They got a lot of exercise and being there gave Grogu plenty of time to study Anakin Skywalker’s son. 

Other than having a similar taste in dark fabric and plain clothes, Luke really didn’t seem to have much in common with that boisterous and troublesome son of Tatooine. Anakin got bored easily. He often raced ahead of everyone else when they were on field trips. He asked so many questions that some masters just asked him to record them on a data stick so they could respond to them when they had more time. Anakin was impatient and passionate and just relentlessly alive.

Luke on the other hand was quiet, when he wasn’t lecturing Grogu ad nauseam about something every youngling knew. He liked to meditate and insisted that Grogu use that time to meditate as well. Grogu could count on one hand the times Anakin had voluntarily meditated.

Outside of lectures, Luke didn’t have much to say to Grogu, although Luke talked to R2-D2 incessantly according to R2, who told Grogu everything. Grogu could remember the tiny number of exchanges he’d had with Anakin, right after the human boy had been brought to the Jedi Temple by Master Obi-Wan, then just Knight Kenobi. 

They all went something like: ‘Wow, I’ve never seen ears so big on a critter. What planet do critters like that come from? You can hear everything with ears like that, can’t you?” Then someone, usually Obi-Wan, would tell Anakin to be more respectful, but as far as Grogu could tell curious and respectful were synonyms for Anakin Skywalker. He wanted to know everything, but still got bored easily and just moved on when his questions went unanswered.

Luke had far too much patience. At least for himself. He was dedicated to showing Grogu how to do things the way he had learned them and would do the same thing over and over to see when it made a difference. That Grogu was not a human, was not Luke, and had learned to do the things he’d cared to learn to do was completely immaterial. Thus the Yoda lecture series. “Size matters not..” “Do or do not…” “We are luminous beings…” and other things Luke had heard the older Jedi Master say. 

What Luke hadn’t heard Master Yoda say were things like: ‘We each learn what we must, to do what we can.’ ‘Repetition does not a mistake erase.’ ‘Find my lightsaber you will. Know not where I left it.’ Or Grogu’s personal favorite, ‘Youngling Ian, games you will stop playing, or consequences there will be.’ Those were the lessons of a different time, but Grogu had not forgotten them.

Which made Grogu wonder what his friend Ian would think of the situation that Grogu had found himself in. Grogu had left the Mandalorian, to go to Luke’s Jedi Sleep Away Camp, not because he needed to learn more about the Force or how to control it. He knew all that. He left because he didn’t want harm to come to Din Djarin. 

Din Djarin might be a Mandalorian bounty hunter, but that didn’t mean he was invulnerable. That armor had flaws. The Mandalorian took huge risks on Grogu’s behalf. Inevitably something bad would come of that and in Din Djarin would be brought in cold. Grogu couldn’t face that or be responsible for it. 

Ian would probably laugh at him and tell him that he didn’t have to stay anywhere he didn’t want to be and if that Mandalorian was so useless at protecting himself from harm, how could Grogu leave him on his own to begin with? Uff. He’d be right about that. Was Grogu worried about Din Djarin being hurt, or was he worried about messing up in someway that caused the Mandalorian to be hurt? He wasn’t sure. 

“Listen, Kid. This galaxy is pretty big. There are about a billion habitable worlds that you could go to and just live there and no one would ever find you. You don’t have to stick around here and listen to Anakin’s son lecture you on how you live your life. As I recall, his dad never put up with that guff either.”

Grogu quickly turned around to see if Ian’s Force ghost was talking to him, but no. Ian hadn’t died that day on Coruscant and as far as Grogu could tell, he was still alive, giving other people good advice like that. Instead he came eye to robes with Master Kenobi’s Force ghost.

“Hello there. If it helps at all, just know that Luke proved very frustrating to me and Master Yoda as we tried to help him on his path. He has always been full of doubt, so he proceeds with more caution than many of us. I cannot say that we were correct to do as we did. Your choices are the ones that matter now. Master Yoda always said there was another. You may take that for what it is worth.”

Then Master Kenobi faded away and Grogu was left with this own thoughts. 

“Womp Rats!”

Luke Skywalker as he walks along a path in a bamboo forest talking to Grogu (out of frame). Caption reads: 'Size matters not.' Image is from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 6, From the Desert Comes a Stranger.

[queenie-official]

Chapter Sixteen: ‘Great big Race’ Bridgerton Au!Anakin

previous chapter: 15

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a/n: who’s ready for a race 🏇🏇 honestly took me forever to figure out how i wanted it to go😭 otherwise all these chapters would of been out like yesterday but i couldn’t write 🥲 anyways enjoy huns Xx<3💋💋

you were honestly glad you’d told Anakin to stay with his family for the day because it took you way longer to finish going over everything then you initially thought. you didn’t even get to eat dinner with everyone. instead eating in your study as you looked over paper after paper. who knew a race would take this much work to put together.

at the very least you’d finally finished for the day, slouching back in your chair to take a much needed moment to yourself. letting your mind run blank before your anxiety took over.

tomorrow was the big day, the entirety of Alderaan would have their eyes on you and Anakin. only it wasn’t just Alderaan, with the unity of the two kingdoms for the events youd now have the additional eyes of Tatooine on you.

thousands of people watching your every move. thankfully the race would keep them occupied but the ball- maybe it wasn’t your best decision in all honestly. not only would you have to do a welcome speech but everyone will be expecting you to address what happened however brief it may be. you can only hope you don’t tear up as it would probably undo all the progress of showing the Ton all was well you’d put in.

if you can get through without crying, then perform the first waltz with Anakin you could call the entire day a success. silently you prayed all the work you were doing for this would pay off and there would be no slip ups.

to say you slept good that night would be a lie, in all honesty you found the bed felt rather empty without Anakin in it alongside you. the previous night was only the second time he’d shared a bed with you and somehow you’d already grown used to his company. you couldn’t blame him for sleeping in his own room though, not when you were up so late and he’d probably been too occupied with his family to notice.

just when you finally thought you’d be able to rejoin everyone for the day you found yourself isolated once more. Three carriages had been waiting in front of the castle, you’d almost forgotten about that stupid safety protocol rule. but now here you are riding alone. Anakin was in the second carriage behind you, Ahsoka and Obi-wan with him. his parents were riding in the third together, lucky them.

the carriage ride there felt everlasting, bored out of your mind with no one to talk too. it felt like the universe was playing a cruel joke on you, mocking the fact you weren’t truly a part of their family by physically reminding you of the space between you and them. at least when you arrived at the racing grounds you’d be with everyone, then you could pretend like that wasn’t the case.

despite all of the negative thoughts and feelings that plagued your mind there was an overwhelming excitement that tingled throughout your body. Anakin had gone on and on about the races throughout the whole preparation period. he’d explained each rule, and even had his old race horse from Tatooine brought over so he could use it in the race. R2-D2 was the horse's name, you found it an odd one but didn’t want to question him. R2 was a beautiful horse, and looked strong. no wonder Anakin always won.

there was three rounds overall, the fun part was even if you won the first round there was no guarantee you’d participate in the final round. the winner of the first round gets put into the second round alongside a whole new set of people and if they lose that’s it. of course it was also optional if they wanted to participate a second time or not to begin with.

Anakin had said he’d participate in the first round before and won all three a few times, which didn’t surprise you with how passionate he was about the hobby. you both agreed that since he was the king however, he shouldn’t participate till the last round in order to give people of the Ton a chance to win.

looking out the carriage window as the sounds of a crowd began to fill the air, the excitement bubbling even more as you saw the racing grounds come into view. you knew there would be a lot of the Ton here but to see just how many had shown, both warmed you and scared you. you could hear the booming voice of someone announcing your arrival shortly followed by cheers of the Ton.

Braeden had opened your carriage helping you out and onto the ground, you’d actually grown quite fond of him. it was still odd to have someone constantly five paces behind you but you couldn’t deny the convenience, plus after what happened with Valorum it brought you a feeling of safety.

“y/n” Anakin’s voice drew your attention away from your valet, turning to look at him instead. Ahsoka was at his side but seemed to linger behind and stay with Obi-Wan when she’d noticed he was walking over to you, it was a little disheartening but you did your best to push the feeling away.

“are you ready for this?” he asked you, a big goofy smile on his face from how happy he was as he now stood in front of you. you couldn’t help but mirror his expression, he has such a perfect smile. one that always seemed to brighten your own mood, he held out his arm for you to link with yours so you two could walk together.

you didn’t hesitate to link your arm with him, now walking side by side as he gushed about the race and who he thought would win each round. of course confidently bragging about how no one would beat him come the third round. god did you love him, you could listen to him talk for hours about any subject you were sure.

as you guys walked through the back of the stands to go to the special stall designated for the royal family you couldn’t shake that feeling again. like someone was watching you, obviously your people were but this was different.

looking briefly behind you to see if you could spot the source, and sure enough a familiar pair of brown eyes were locked onto you.

you turn back to Anakin refocusing on him but this time you weren’t really listening to what he was saying, your mind was too busy wondering if Ahsoka really disliked you so much. anytime you were in the same place her eyes were on you, tracking your every movement. honestly you felt more judgment from her then you have most people in your life.

the sound of a gun going off rung in the air to signify the first round of the race had begun, silencing the crowd but only for a moment before everyone began shouting and cheering for the respective player they were rooting for. the track was huge, some points of action would be covered from trees but only briefly.

if you thought the crowd was loud you couldn’t believe how loud Anakin was, somehow his voice managed to boom overtop of everyone’s.

well him and Ashoka’s, though even her shouts where significantly quieter than his. it was almost more amusing then the race, Obi-Wan seemed to be more of a silent enjoyed along with Qui-Gon. both men standing silently and only cheering when the contestant they where routing for managed to surpass the other players. Shmi was silent in general as she watched, that didn’t shock you considering how Anakin said she never really was a fan of the races to begin with.

from what you remembered Anakin also said that both Qui-Gon and Shmi disproved of him participating in the races so you could only imagine what their reactions would be like when he’d leave to go join in the third round.

you flinch back slightly as everyone’s voices raise, the first round coming to an end and the first winner of the day emerging. it was nice to see both kingdoms getting along so well for this but boy did you not take into account just how loud the whole event was going to be.

your ears would be ringing for the rest of the night that’s for sure. shockingly Anakin seemed to have noticed, you truly thought his attention was solely on the race but he always seemed to find a way to surprise you. pulling you to stand in front of him and gently cupping your ears to block out the noise of the crowd as the next round was being set up. it was still loud but definitely more manageable than before, everything muffled just enough for the ringing to stop. it truly was the little things that had you falling helplessly in love with him.

the next round began just the same, another gun shot to the air and off all the players were. the difference this time was Anakin didn’t cheer, looking up to see his face he was definitely watching it. a big smile still plastered on, occasionally puffing his cheeks out when he wanted to cheer. he was holding back for you.

Ahsoka’s cheers still went on, now cheering for both herself and her brother since they were routing for the same player.

you lean back into Anakin, resting your back against his chest and he moves forward slightly. resting his chin on the top of your head, his hands still pressing firm but gentle on your ears.

there it was again, the feeling of eyes on you. you didn’t bother to check this time, already knowing who it most likely belonged too. at this point the only thing you wanted to know was why.

to say that Anakin’s family was shocked when he left the stands, walking down to go join the third round would be untrue. if anything you were more shocked by their lack of reaction, you didn’t show it though.

he hadn’t told them you knew that for sure, he’d said it himself he wanted it to be a secret. but you suppose they were probably used to this from him.

the crowd was probably the loudest they’d been all day when Anakin joined the lineup on his horse. the previous winner from the second round wasn’t competing this time, probably having seen Anakin’s name on the list and decided to take the win he had not wanting the possibility of losing to the king.

you wanted to cover your own ears to block from the noise as Anakin had been doing before but decided you’d much rather cheer for him and clap. it would only be for a small amount of time after all, Anakin had done a test run of the course when first trying to find where the race would take place.

he’d taken three minutes to complete it and that was without R2, you had a feeling he’d run through this one much faster with his favorite horse.

the cheers were so loud as the gun went off, to your surprise the entire crowd was pretty much rooting for everyone but Anakin. it was all good fun you could tell, still you couldn’t help but laugh.

you, Ahsoka and Obi-Wan being the only people to cheer for him. his mom and dad watching quietly, though to be fair it was already clear who was going to win. Anakin was significantly ahead of the other contestants, his brows were furrowed in focus. occasionally glancing behind to check if anyone was catching up. there was one person who’d somehow managed to get close but just as quickly he managed to go even faster, R2 getting a second wind as he galloped along.

Just like that he’d won. a bright smile on his face as he held up both arms in a cheer of his own as everyone else cheered, screamed actually.

you were elated. this was definitely the most fun you had in a while, you almost wished it could go on longer or happen more often. of course once a year was still better than nothing. the day wasn’t over yet though.

you now had a ball to get changed for.

Part 17

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alright and that’s three 🤭🤭 next chapter is going to be the ball 😋 it’s going to be out soon but not as fast as the previous three chapters where posted- but don’t worry cuz i promise it will be out today lol💃 anyway hope you all enjoy the cute moments happening between reader and Ani🥰 love you all 💋💋

[veloursdor]

based on this au where anakin died in childbirth and obi-wan is left alone to raise the twins, but he can’t bear to be near them without breaking down because he misses anakin too much.

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6 years had passed since Anakin gave his last breath and Obi-Wan had come to realise that people lied when they say ‘time heals all wounds’. His wounds were as fresh as the day when he had held Anakin in his arms as the twins were born, only to be ripped apart from his side when the healers tried their best to save his life.

In the end it had come to a decision between Leia’s life and Anakin’s, and Obi-Wan wasn’t proud of himself to admit that most days than not, he wondered if they had made the right choice after all. 

On good days, he could be there for the children for some time before the wound in his heart started bleeding and made it impossible for him to look at them, let alone spend time with them. However, on the bad days… He was grateful every day that Anakin had had the foresight to program C-3P0 and R2-D2 with everything child care related, in case he or Obi-Wan ever got overwhelmed with parenting and Jedi duties.

He was also grateful for the Jedi, who had stepped up on his worse days. When Obi-Wan struggled to exist or be the parent the twins needed, the Masters around him helped him out by feeding them, changing their diapers… They had stepped up in a way that made him tear up, hateful of the fact that Anakin would never witness the way their family had embraced their children.

As he covered himself up with Anakin’s robe – which had lost his scent months after his passing – the door of his room opened up, the sound of little feet tapping on his floor. He made himself smaller, gripping the robe closer to him.

“Dad?” a small high pitched voice asked, poking his side. “Dad, are you awake?”

“I think he’s sleeping, Leia,” another small voice murmured, sounding sad. “Master Mace says he needs to sleep.”

“It’s our birthday, Luke!” the first voice said, making Obi-Wan wince with its volume. “He never spends our birthdays with us!”

“He misses…”

“I want Dad with us on our birthday!” Leia’s voice exclaimed, making Obi-Wan flinch with the harshness of her voice. “He should be…”

“Leia, he’s gonna wake up and be mad!”

“I just want…”

“Oh, Masters Luke and Leia!” 3PO’s voice exclaimed from the door, startling the children, “what are you doing? You know your father needs his sleep!”

“*beep beep boop boop beep boop boop beep*”

“R2! You know this is a difficult time for Master Obi-Wan! Master Anakin…”

“Get them out of here, 3PO,” Obi-Wan said, his voice rough from all the crying he had done the night before. “Now.”

“Dad!” the children exclaimed at the same time, making him wince.

“Tomorrow,” he said, turning away from the children’s pleading eyes, pulling Anakin’s robe closer to him. “Tomorrow.”

“But… Dad…”

“Now, now, Master Leia, Master Luke, come along. Your father… your father needs his sleep.”

“But 3PO…”

“*boop boop beep beep beep boop*”

“You’re so very right, R2. Children… Senator Organa has brought you presents!”

As the children left his room, Obi-Wan made sure to lock the door with the Force, hoping it would let them know he needed a little time to himself. Tomorrow wouldn’t be a better day for Obi-Wan, as every day without Anakin proved to be more challenging than he’d ever believed. But tomorrow, tomorrow he’d look into whatever it was the children wanted from him.

[authortobenamedlater]

Han Solo, Yoda, Qui-Gon, Jyn Erso, Finn, R2-D2, and Chewbacca.

From this ask.

novelmonger with the challenging asks again!

Grocery shopping: I HATE grocery shopping so much. I would take Jyn because I don’t think she likes it any more than I do.

Lunch: Chewie, I could introduce him to the joys of bacon cheeseburgers.

Coffee: I don’t like coffee so I would do tea with Qui-Gon. I don’t know if his tea thing has any canon basis but I’m running with it here.

Thrift shopping: Han 100%. The pirate would know where all the good deals are.

Museum/art gallery/aquarium: Yoda! He could point out any historical inaccuracies or outright lies because he was there.

Library/bookstore: Finn, because he’s been isolated all his life and I could help him get up to speed on everything.

Plus one: R2! He’d be the best dance partner. Also, I think Mr would be unhappy if I took a flesh-and-blood guy with me to a wedding 🫣

[mechanakin]

Name: Anakin Skywalker

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Age: mid-twenties (verse dependent)

Occupation: Mechanic, Pilot, Smuggler (verse dependent)

Background: After leaving Tattooine as a child in the company of Qui Gon Jinn and Obi-wan Kenobi, Anakin was convinced that he was going to become a Jedi warrior, fight for justice, and free his mother and friends from sl.avery. He was naïve, believing everything that Jinn told him. All the legends and prophesies, the readings of his midichlorians. They weren’t lies, necessarily. Qui Gon wasn’t a liar, nor was he so devious as to manipulate a child. They were simply…unrealistic. The council rejected him because of his age, despite the Jedi Master’s pleading, and that was a blow to his confidence. Then came the battle on Naboo. The day all of Anakin’s illusions of grandeur were shattered for good. Instead of staying hidden like was told, he and R2-D2 had stolen a ship (sort of) and taken to the guns.

One thing led to another.

They fought valiantly, and returned victorious, having successfully thwarted the Trade Federation’s blockade. Upon landing, however, Anakin saw the destruction and devastation that had been wrought. He learned of Qui Gon’s death at the hands of Darth Maul, and of the kind Jedi’s last wish: to have him trained by the Order.

He didn’t know how to feel about that. Obviously, he cared deeply for Qui Gon, and mourned him the way any child would mourn the death of a friend and mentor. He cried. A lot. And could not for the life of him understand why Obi-Wan didn’t. Were Jedi not allowed to cry, or did he simply care that little about his master? It was a source of contention between the two in the days between the battle on Naboo and their trip back to Coruscant, eventually leading to a loud argument where Obi-Wan lectured that Anakin would have to get his emotions in check if he ever wanted to become the Jedi that Qui Gon wanted him to be. By the time they met with Yoda and the council again, Anakin wasn’t sure if he even wanted that for himself anymore. He’d already been rejected once. Why should he want to be accepted into a place where he wasn’t wanted?

He said as much to the Jedi Council with as much vitriol and bitterness as a nine-year-old could muster, much to the ire of young Kenobi, and stormed out. As much as he adored and wanted to honor Qui Gon, his grief was already too great to allow for what he perceived to be more bullying from the adults in his life. He wanted to go home to his mother, but he couldn’t. He wanted to go back to Naboo with Padme, but that wasn’t an option, either. Distraught, and devoid of any sort of solution, Anakin did the next thing his kid brain came up with: running away.

He…didn’t get very far. Chancellor Palpatine intercepted him not long after he exited the temple, shocked to learn of Anakin’s decision, and consoled the boy, who was completely oblivious to his darker nature. Deciding to be generous in order to win the boy over, he took Anakin in as his ward, providing both necessities and luxury. He wasn’t even offended by the boy’s request to find a mechanic shop that he could work in, since it was clearly something he enjoyed and was already skilled at. Thus, Anakin began an apprenticeship at a shop frequented by Coruscant’s political and social elite, working under the salty and gruff (but fair) Lucien Harlo, a purple trans masc Twi’lek.

Harlo taught him well, and often reminded him of Wotto with his rough-and-tumble attitude and cunning mind, but he was also much kinder and more protective. He didn’t treat people like property. The only people he conned were customers who could afford it and were too stupid to notice.

By the time he was sixteen, Anakin was practically running the shop by Harlo’s side. He was an expert mechanic, and despite his eccentricities, was far better with customer service than Harlo could ever hope to be. He’d also managed to find an apartment and move out on his own, though his relationship with Palpatine remained amicable. It took a while for Anakin and Obi-Wan to make amends, but they eventually did, and became much closer friends throughout Anakin’s teen years.

Shortly after Anakin turned sixteen, however, Harlo ran into a spot of trouble. He’d run up a large debt with his gambling habit, his bookie had finally come to collect, and he needed credits fast. Anakin, eager to help, offered to buy the shop, citing that he had friends in high places who would be happy to back him. Harlo accepted, squaring his debt and galavanting off to some other part of the galaxy to retire, and leaving Anakin to run the shop by himself.

At nineteen, Anakin began to have horrible nightmares. Visions of his mother back on Tattooine. She was in pain and crying out. For him. She needed him. Despite not having proper training, Anakin was a scrappy fighter, and knew his way around a blaster and a vibroblade. He knew he had to go to her, and made plans immediately….only to have them foiled quickly by the arrival of one Senator Padme Amidala, flanked by Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi and his brand new Padawan, Ashoka Tano. Padme was apparently under their protection in the wake of multiple assassination attempts, and was in need of a nondescript ship and trustworthy pilot to make safe passage back to Naboo. Driven as he was to go back to his mother, Anakin was also ecstatic to see Padme again, and thus could not refuse her.

From there, chaos ensued. Obi-Wan had some urgent matters that he needed to attend to, which left Padme in the care of Ashoka and Anakin, the latter of whom was still wrestling with his feelings for her and his uneasiness about his mother.

[marc-spectorr]

Callie, I miss you 🥺❤

Because I'm working on a wedding photo album for my brother currently all I can think about is how the moon boys or Poe or even Santi would feel at their wedding day???😄 Would you write headcanons for them? I wonder about big and small weddings, what they're wearing, who would cry, just idk... all I'm seeing is the boys getting married (and they all deserve it 🤧)

Love youuu ❤ I hope your week started good, are you alright? Drink enough water & take care sweetheart 😘

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heyyya sunnie my love 🌻💛

sorry it took me a while to respond! i decided to do poe for your headcanon idea since i’ve been itching to write something for him :)) hope you enjoy 💞

poe dameron on your wedding day

poe, the always-so-confident, and cocky commander, is quite a nervous groom on the big day itself.

it’s a good thing you and him agreed not to see each other before the ceremony. you would have been terribly worried about how much of a jittery mess he’s been all morning.

but he simply wants this day to be absolutely perfect. 

as perfect as the way you envisioned it.

as perfect as the way you are.

the ceremony starts at exactly noon, and poe could feel himself sweating underneath his formal uniform regalia, which you’d requested him to wear.

((fighting for the resistance while planning a wedding proved to be an arduous task. there wasn’t enough time to go off-world and find a fancy suit. the two of you had to make do with the things you already have though it isn’t much of a problem.))

((what matters the most is that you and poe exchange vows and commit to each other for life while surrounded by your close friends who have become family.))

“nervous are we, commander?” leia, who’s officiating the ceremony, whispers as the live music starts to perform the entrance song.

“nah, of course not. why? is it that obvious?” poe chuckles, fumbling with his hands in front of him.

finn lightly taps on his shoulder. “you got this, dameron. if you can easily fly an x-wing with your eyes closed, then saying ‘i do’ is pretty much a walk in the park.”

poe hums quietly, seemingly agreeing with his best man. he doesn’t admit it out loud, but flying an x-wing with his eyes closed was a lot less nerve-wracking than this.

“hey, don’t worry. you’re going to do just fine! any moment now, the love of your life will walk down the aisle, and all you’re going to think about is how you’re the happiest man alive,” rey soothes him calm.

thank the maker you chose her to be the maid of honor. she always seems to know what to say.

a fond smile makes its way onto poe’s face at the thought of you, and the fact that you already make him the happiest man in this galaxy and far beyond.

the small crowd's gentle aww's fill the lush open air of ajan kloss as your flower droid r2-d2 ambles down the pathway, tossing red, white, and pink petals all over the earthy ground.

bb8, the adorable ring-bearer, soon follows, rolling towards the end of the aisle and beeping enthusiastically to the melodic tune playing in the background.

when the guests stand, poe holds his breath.

finally, he sees you, gracefully making your way to him with the most radiant smile on your lips.

beautiful, just breathtakingly beautiful, poe thinks. his heart swiftly beats against his chest as your gazes meet, and he swears it feels like an absolute dream.

a tear slips out from his eye, one that he doesn’t make an attempt to hold back.

poe’s love for you is cosmic. you’re the sun, and he’s your planet, orbiting around you for an infinite time.

and he’d forever proclaim that around the base to anyone who would listen.

“hi,” you softly greet, slipping your hands into his.

hands that he will forever hold. hands that he will forever cherish.

“hi,” poe replies sweetly, finding himself speechless at the wondrous sight of you.

he doesn’t need to say anything more. his lovestruck eyes told you all which you needed to know.

the rest of the ceremony is almost a blur to poe until it came time to exchange the vows you and he wrote yourselves.

although his voice was shaky, he made it through his entire speech with minimal tears.

poe’s vows make you cry.

and as you read yours for him, it makes him cry, too.

perhaps a little harder than you did.

then, there’s the ring. his mother’s ring.

it dangled on a silver chain around his neck for many, many years.

poe still remembers those late, lonesome nights when he’d wonder if he’ll ever find someone who was worthy enough to give his late mother’s wedding ring.

and now that same ring adorns your finger, serving as a symbol of his eternal promise to you.

to have and to hold, till death do us part.

i do, i do, i do...

“it is my great honor and happy privilege to introduce to you the damerons!” leia announces gleefully at the end. “commander, you may kiss the—”

“way ahead of you, general,” poe’s laughs before wrapping his arms around you and dipping you down slightly, leaning in close. 

i love you, sunshine, he mouths silently, cheeks wet and beaming oh so brightly.

i love you, too, you return, your voice a mere breath that tickles his lips.

poe kisses you, pouring all of his love and joy into it as your found-family cheers endlessly.

today had truly been the best day of his life.

and poe could only imagine the exciting adventures the universe has in store for the two of you.

a/n: pls be gentle with me on this. im still getting a feel for writing poe ;-;

[fruitydiaz]

"Awfully convenient, you know. I have an empty hand… you have an empty hand…" prompt from this list for anon and @outlandishgal

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Buck and Eddie have been together for three years. They do things couples do after being together for three years.

They host barbecues in their backyard; Buck mans the grill under Bobby’s watchful eye while Eddie stands close by, holding conversations with their friends and sneaking glances at his boyfriend that are anything but overt—because it’s been three years and Eddie still hasn’t figured out why Buck operating the grill is a thing for him. All Eddie knows is Buck's bare arms get tan with the afternoon sun, and he smells warm like smoke, and summer, and beer, and it reminds Eddie of everything he never thought he’d get to enjoy, but he has in reach now.

They usher everyone out of their home by 9 pm because sorry, everyone, Eddie’s an old man and he needs his beauty sleep—that’s what Buck says. They clean most of the mess, save the rest for the next morning, and then Buck’s fast asleep when his head hits the pillow by 9:50.

They buy a new puzzle to work on every couple of months, huddle up next to each other in the kitchen with hot cups of coffee and mutual bed head, and sit at the table for hours ruminating over the puzzle until Buck’s leg starts to cramp. They take long walks through their neighborhood and catch up with their neighbors—and when they get to the park three blocks down and find it empty, Buck races Eddie to the swings and for a moment they forget that they’re both on the far side of their 30s.

They have a budget together because they’re reasonable, responsible adults who are trying to save up money to send their kid to college and we can’t just keep spending money on button-downs that don’t even fit you properly, Buck—that’s what Eddie says. Like the size of Buck’s button-downs really bothers him.

They sit down at the end of the week and build grocery lists together, Eddie moving through the house to take stock of whatever household goods they might be out of—they’re still good on detergent but they only have enough hand soap to take them through the next couple of days, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to get some extra paper towels, Chris wants Buck’s famous homemade rice krispie treats so they need to make sure they grab those ingredients—while Buck types a list into his notes app.

Buck drives them to the store in his car because it has more space in the back for groceries—and Eddie’s addicted to the way Buck rests his hand on his thigh while he drives—and Eddie pushes the cart while Buck ticks items off his list. For the most part, they’re really good at following the list. They’ve learned to steer clear of the toy section when they go to Target because Buck shares half a mind with Christopher and hasn’t yet gotten the hang of not buying him something every time he stops by the store.

One time Buck made the mistake of saying something about how Chris was getting older and soon he wouldn’t care for toys and Buck wanted to buy them while he still thought they were cool—Eddie had ended up misty-eyed and choking back tears in the middle of the toy aisle while they hastily discussed what kind of Lego set they could get that Christopher would actually want to build with them.

They got him a miniature R2-D2 set that, to both of their relief, Chris thought was so cool.

They leave the cart in the store and load up all of their groceries into their arms, bumping shoulders as they walk, the way they’ve done as long as they’ve known each other.

“You know, Eds, this is pretty convenient,” Buck says one day when they’re walking through the parking lot. His free hand brushes against Eddie’s and Eddie glances over at him with his eyebrow raised.

“What is?”

Buck grins, “I have an empty hand…you have an empty hand…and we can just…”

He pauses, swinging his arm forward and scooping Eddie’s hand in his, lacing their fingers together. And then—because Buck’s a ridiculous sap and Eddie’s stupidly in love with him—Buck lifts their joined hands to his face and kisses the fingers intertwined with his own, and Eddie dissolves into an embarrassing, blushing, giggling mess.

They’ve been together for three years, and they’ve known each other more than double that, but Eddie still finds himself in awe sometimes of how much he loves Buck, and how gets to experience that love at random points like this—in the middle of the parking lot with the sun setting behind them, painting the sky lilac and pink, with Buck’s eyes crinkling in the corners as he smiles at Eddie, with their groceries piled up in their arms as they walk to their car, ready to drive home. Together.

“You’re ridiculous,” Eddie mumbles out of the corner of his mouth, looking away like Buck can’t clearly see the red of his cheeks.

“Yeah, but you love me,” Buck teases and Eddie can’t help but grin back at him.

“Yeah, I do.”

[socialanxiety-queen]

My thoughts on the last conjuring video:

• Their previewing music is giving me some Viking vibes and I’m here for it.

•Carousel Solby is happiness

• The fact they said their names to the owners is just scary as shit and I feel this could be a weird trap from the demons to get them back in the house.

• Advertising xplr club and I weep for I am poor

• Seth lasting only 30 secs

• Josh and Seth hell yeah

• I think the Amanda and Scott in the sand is just a coincidence, someone who visited before them could of written their names there. But who knows, maybe the spirits write down fake ass people in their mean girls sand book. “Amanda is such a fake betch” -scribbles her name in the sand with gel pen-

• “Maybe they want us to do videos with more mediums”

Stop Sam. Please stop. Maybe the spirits are actually telling you guys to stay away from them, because clout chasing fake mediums Amanda are harmful to spirits.

• Also thank you Sam and Colby for saying everything about Bathsheba is speculation and rumors you rarely hear anyone state that. 🥰

She was buried on Christian soil, If she were indeed a witch they wouldn’t have let her body be buried there. Even though the witch trials happened centuries before her time, people still held onto those beliefs.

Whatever this woman really did led people to dirty her name and movies bank off of it and make it worse. Chances are she was hated for being different, and anything you did made you a witch and even if she was one (because there is nothing wrong in that) I don’t think there’s any proof she was an evil one.

•BOB THE BONE FINDER

•Sam hates the woods and Colby hates bridges

•Josh is an adorable Jersey Devil 😌

• Snakes showing up outta nowhere got me saying “Nope Fuck that”

• “Dude, and there’s BATS!” Ain’t nothin’ but a sky puppy, Colby. 🥰

• “Perfect setting for us to die” “Oh god no we are not going to do that again, because we might actually die here”

•Colby saying he’d never leave her behind was just Awh

•Colby: Walk the beam I haven’t done gymnastics since the third grade!

Josh: Dang, Good luck bro.

Seth: You were a gymnast, Colby?

Colby: Fuck yeah bro. I can do the splits on anything!

Sam: O-On On anything, or? 😳

Incorrect quote to appease the Solby gods Colby: On that ass 😏

• Sam choosing the right way was adorable and shows he has a very good intuition.

•Colby making an angry face and Sam leaning on him to make him laugh with “Fat nutties” while also stuttering (flashback to that car video if you know you know) was extremely fucking cute and my Solby feels are flying.

• Also the fact Colby didn’t laugh at Sam for stuttering and was just casually still playing mad, was very cute because it shows he cares so much about Sam and Sam might have issues with stuttering that Colby doesn’t find funny. 🥰

• That pentagram is inverted which does mean evil.

•Yes double Estes

• It was heart wrenching the way Sam shot up over hearing Colby’s name and Colby said Sam’s name in such a painful way.

• Their going in alone guys! Woooooooo

•The I love you exchanges 😌🙌🏻

• “What if we stayed the night at the Stanley Hotel”okay yes hyped hyped! “But we bring Amanda.”

WHY?

Why do you have to always bring Amanda? She is a bad vibe con artist, she brings nothing to the videos with her classic “I was just about to say that!” being about the only thing she says. Honestly I push through for SnC and the others they bring with them, but Amanda is just sucking the joy from the videos like a vampire who doesn’t know how to read the room or when they’ve over stayed their welcome and won’t leave.

•Neck touching ghosts

• Confused R2-D2

• “Uh uh!” Colby, mood

• I love when Sam and Colby are alone ghost hunting because their excitement to catching stuff is adorable.

• The fact a full body was in that window is unnerving, whatever it was drained Sam’s walkie and was being a huge stalker.

• Sam and Colby being worried about each other durning the end 🥺 We Stan in this house. 🙌🏻

• I’d love to see them do more videos with just themselves, just maybe no more listening to Amanda’s about stuff that could put them at risk. Give us an xplr duo vid please.

[dameronology]

cold coffee in the morning {poe dameron}

summary: aka the one where you and poe can't seem to work out your commitment issues, and also the one where c3po is the unsung hero (based loosely on the song by ed sheeran)

warnings: language, brief innuendos

enjoy! idk why i'm writing this at 3am but we mooooove

- jazz xx

Poe Dameron had never needed another person before - then he met you, and the idea of ever existing as an independent being for the rest of his living years had suddenly seemed like the most unappealing thing since Luke Skywalker's blue-milk cheesecake. The way you'd whirlwhinded into his life with your gorgeous smile and contagious laugh had knocked the usually-suave pilot completely and utterly onto the floor. Bruised ass aside, he wasn't mad about it. He was happy to have you in his life in whatever way you'd let him.

And what way that was exactly, he didn't know.

You were friends; close, close friends. Bonded for life through your shared goofy humour and seemingly-endless banter. Then you did things that friends didn't normally do - at least not in Poe's experience - and you would act like it was nothing. As if your nights spent together and the whispers you lost between the sheets meant as much to you as the things you did for your other friends, like stopping Finn from tripping on his shoe laces or picking up R2-D2 when he toppled over. It was as though every-time you crossed that line, you immediately regretted it; then, a few days later, you'd decide that you missed Poe, and you'd repeat the same mistake again and again, like you were trapped in a time loop of love and pain.

The feeling would stay with Poe for days; your hands tangled in his hair, his skin against yours, laughter rippling through clashing teeth and soft lips. The way you fell beside each other, sharing highs and secrets and inside jokes; the way you would reference one of your late night talks in shared conversations with friends, and his brown eyes would flick to the ground, cheeks burning red at the fact you'd remembered. It made his heart-rate pick up and palms sweaty.

And sometimes, just sometimes, it would make up for the way you'd leave in the morning; the way he'd arise to find a you-size hole in his bed and heart, and a cup of half-finished caff on the side. With his brain tinged with the remains of a hangover from the previous night, he'd pour the cold beverage down the sink and go about his day.

Poe did manage to catch you one morning; he'd purposely set his alarm so that he would stir earlier than you and rest assured, you were still dead to the world when he came around. The sun outside was still rising, the sky a dull pink-and-blue, the day fresh with hope and brimming with potential for heartbreak. It felt unnatural to see you quiet and peaceful, and not running your mouth and poking fun at anyone who would listen. There was a reason that C3PO avoided you like the plague - it wasn't his fault he was an easy target.

"You watching me sleep, creep?" You murmured.

"Just enjoying the view." Poe replied. He rolled over, crossing his arms behind his head. "You're usually gone by the time I'm awake."

You peeled one eye open, your one-eyed glare enough to send a shiver down his spine. "Don't be passive aggressive, Poe. Just say it."

"Isn't it a little early to be so feisty?"

"Isn't it a little early to make back-handed comments?" You shot back.

"Sorry. I was trying to find a way to bring up such a touchy subject."

You reached across to squeeze his check. "And you did a great job, curly."

"Alright, that's enough of that." He swatted your hand away. "I did want to talk to you about it, though."

"What is there to talk about?" You sat up, brow furrowing.

"You're confusing." Poe began. "During the day, we're friends. At night, you can't keep your hands off of me."

"It's kind of sexy and mysterious." You tried to joke.

"Sexy and mysterious is tiring."

"Sexy and mysterious is also late for work." You quipped.

You rolled out of bed, reaching for your strewn clothes. Without thinking, you pulled one of Poe's shirts over your head, grabbing your boots and socks. So many of his clothes had just snuck their way into your wardrobe - all of your friends had noticed it, but none of them commented on it. Everybody knew that there was something going on between you, but they were wise enough than to point it out. There had been one new guy who tried to ask, but he'd quickly been shut down.

"I'll see you tonight?" You asked, tugging on Poe's your jacket.

His brown eyes lingered on the floor for a moment, before flicking towards you, holding your gaze in a chokehold. "I don't think we should do this again."

You wavered for a moment, a wave of guilt clouding your judgement for a moment. This had never been about feelings - at least not for you. It had just a bit of fun; a bit of fooling around with a hot pilot. You hadn't meant to get in so deep, or get to a point where you were dismissing his feelings in favour of your own. It was more of a survival instinct than anything - breaking his heart to save your own.

That was it: lack of trust, presence of fear. All things that stopped you taking the full plunge, simply for the worry of letting him hurt you - or worst, you hurting him. Maybe it was a little late to start worrying about the latter. That ship had sailed a long time ago. Maybe it had sunk too.

"Poe-" you began, before pausing. "I have a lot going on in my life. I just don't have room for anything real right now."

"I thought the same." He was still staring right at you. "So I made room."

"It's not that simple." You reminded him. "It's not like...decluttering a room. I can't just Marie Kondo that shit and declare my love for you."

Poe froze at the mention of the L-word. It had been an elephant in the room for a long, long time - but it was outdone by the presence of bigger elephants. Like the ongoing war, and the fact that mortality had never seemed so fucking relevant. It was something you wanted to put a pin in for later, but later wasn't something that was guaranteed these days.

"Fine." He shrugged. "Good talk."

--

The guilt weighed on your brain for days, like a lead hat made of bullshit and regret.

You hadn't realised how much of a hole Poe Dameron left in your life until he was gone -- it was massive, like someone had broken into your home and ripped out two of the walls during a harsh winter storm. Everything felt a little colder and more confusing, and the amount of times you'd had to resist temptation to find him and beg for forgiveness was astounding.

The only reason you hadn't done so was because you knew what you would have to do. Give into your feelings, and let yourself become fully and entirely his. Let him into your life and into your heart. All the bullshit you'd spewed about not having room had been just that: bullshit. You didn't need to make room for him in your heart when he, entirely and wholly, was your heart. And he'd taken a little bit of it with him when he walked away - well, when you'd walked away.

Is this how it felt to be the villain?

"Is everything okay, master?" The sound of your favourite droid brought you back to the present. "You're being uncharacteristically quiet. On average, you've usually said 356 words by 9AM."

"You keep count?" You glanced up from your paperwork, eyebrow quirked. "I'm fine. Just tired."

"Eight of ten times that you've said that, you haven't been fine-"

"- just give it a rest, Threepio." You cut him off. "Please?"

"If there's anything I can help with, let me know." He replied. "A droid's logic can be surprisingly helpful."

"I'm fine but thank-" you stopped in your tracks, pondering for a moment.

Logic. That was certainly something you lacked - the part of your brain that was supposed to be rational was too busy thinking about hot pilots.

"Master?"

"Sorry." You blinked. "Maybe I'll have your input on something."

"Please, go on."

"I love someone and he loves me." You said. "It's just very complicated."

"If a problem can be reduced down to seven words, I would not class that as a problem." Threepio said. "I would say a problem is at least thirty words or more."

You thinned your eyes at him. "What are you saying, goldilocks?"

"Perhaps, your problem is only a problem because you think it is." He replied. "When you lay things out and look at them logically, it can make more sense."

"Logic isn't my strong-point. You know that better than anyone."

"You love Master Dameron and he loves you-"

"- I never mentioned names."

"My apologies." Threepio said. "I was simply reading the room."

"Right."

"Remove your emotions, and those are the facts." He continued.

It was bad enough when Poe was right, but it was even worse when C3PO was. But, for all his theatrics and whining, he was right. Decisions made with logic rather than emotion always had a better outcome. It was plain and simple: you and Poe loved one another. Everything else - your fear and his dismissiveness and your collective confusion - only existed because you let it. But your feelings for each other? That was something you couldn't help.

"Right - thanks." You murmured. "I'll be right back."

You quickly stood up, tossing aside your datapad and immediately exiting the room. The base was small, and Poe was never that far away, even when the room was on the furthest side of the base. It was also your favourite place in the entire camp; it was covered in photos of you and him and your friends, and it was always warm. The mixture of sentimental clutter and little knick-knacks, paired with the gentle smell of his aftershave clinging to the sheets and clothes scattered around, made it feel like an actual home.

You didn't bother knocking - that formality had gone out the window long ago. Instead, you took a deep breath and gently opened the door. There was no certainty that he would even be in - you could only hope. The chances of him being anywhere else were pretty slim.

They'd worked in your favour today, because Poe was stood by his coffee machine, a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was wild and curly and there were still drops of water on his back.

He turned around when he saw you, brow furrowing. Mostly because he had never seen you so breathless and sweaty, but also because he hadn't expected you to ever talk to him again. He'd always known you to stick by your decisions - he normally admired your stubbornness, but as of recent, it had been fucking exhausting.

"Hi-"

"- I love you." You suddenly blurted. "Hi."

"I-" Poe paused, putting down his coffee. "What?"

"I love you. More than anything in the world, ever." You shrugged. "That terrifies me, but I can deal with fear."

"You can. You're pretty bad-ass." He casually nodded.

"Right." You smiled. "I'm sorry it took me so long to say that."

"Hey, it's okay." He gently smiled. "Come here."

You met half way across the room, bodies colliding in a tight hug. His warm, post-shower skin felt like heaven against yours, large hands dragging up and down your back. He consumed everyone one of your senses at once, but mostly, he consumed your ability to think. Your brain was so over-loaded with feelings that the rest of it completely broke down and malfunctioned - kind of like the time you spilt coffee on BB-8.

"I love you too, by the way." Poe gently murmured. You let out a small chuckle.

"I know." You smiled.

"What made you say it now?"

"Threepio said something about logic." You muttered. "The only logical thing for two people who love each other to do is be together, right?"

"I mean, I can think of other things-"

"- Poe!" You whacked his shoulder.

It was though you had untangled your feelings, and the only thing left was a line that went straight from him to you.

"You're right." Poe said. "Thank you for realising it."

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Thank you for being patient."

"It's worth it." He couldn't help but grin. "Do you want some caff? It's still warm."

tags: @anetteaneta @poestardust @marvelinsanity

[helbertinelli]

After Padmé’s family learns she’s married to Anakin I think Anakin would have a great relationship with his new nieces. Not to take anything away from his own children but I think Pooja would love spending some time with her Jedi uncle once and awhile.

From Jedi vs. Sith: The Essential Guide to the Force:

We now know that Anakin Skywalker and Senator Padmé Amidala of Naboo married in secret in the year 22 B.B.Y., just after the Battle of Geonosis. It was only after the astromech droid R2-D2 divulged recordings of Anakin and Amidala that contemporary scholars became aware of their relationship. It is almost a certainty that Anakin told no one of his marriage, and subsequent interviews with Amidala’s relatives have determined that family members were also oblivious.

After Leia Organa Solo discovered the identity of her mother, she realized that Pooja Naberrie—a former representative of Naboo and a friend she had known since her service in the Imperial Senate—was not only Padmé Amidala’s niece but also her own first cousin. In 35 A.B.Y., Pooja Naberrie recalled meeting Anakin when she was a child, just prior to the Battle of Geonosis:

I was just a little girl, only four years old, when I first saw Anakin. Oh, my. I thought he was the most handsome man I’d ever seen, and so tall! My memory of him is entirely from a child’s perspective, and I still envision him as a giant.

I was at my grandparents’ home with my sister Ryoo, who’s two years older, when he came to Naboo. He came walking up the street with Aunt Padmé, and they brought an R2 unit. Ryoo and I always got so excited when Padmé would visit, because we sometimes didn’t see her for months at a time. And if you’re four and six years old, months can seem like years! Anyway, if I remember right, I think Ryoo and I must have thought that Anakin had brought the droid to us as a because we just started dancing around it, right there in the street outside the house. We were so silly.

I’d overheard someone say that Anakin was Padmé’s bodyguard, and I don’t think I thought there was anything strange about that. Padmé was often accompanied by a security officer named … Oh, my, what was his name? Ty? No, Captain Typho! Anyway, I just imagined that Anakin was Padmé’s boyfriend. I thought they both looked so beautiful together.

Well, Ryoo and I were just heartbroken when we learned that they weren’t staying at the house. They left just a few hours later for the Lake Country. I recall our mother saying something about Padmé needing to get away from the city and rest for a few days. We cried because we wanted the droid to stay and play with us!

A few days later, I remember there was some concern in our house about no one knowing where Padmé was. She and Anakin had been staying at a retreat in the Lake Country, but then they’d left without telling anyone where they were going. My mother was a bit frantic until a few days later, when she received word that Padmé was alive and well.

It wasn’t long after that that Padmé returned to Naboo with Anakin, and that was the second time I met him. I remember that encounter more clearly because of the way I reacted when I saw that his right hand had been replaced with a prosthetic. The fingertips were made of a gold-colored metal, and I thought it looked cold. And there were exposed wires. I guess it may have been just a temporary prosthetic. When my family and I greeted him and Padmé, I couldn’t stop myself from staring at his new hand. And then I looked up into his eyes.

He looked … well, I thought he looked angry, and I just started crying. Maybe he was angry, but in hindsight, I’m certain it had nothing to with me. My mother apologized for my behavior, but Anakin said there was no reason for anyone to be sorry. He knelt down beside me, held out his left hand to me, and asked me if I’d put my hand in his. I did. He smiled and gave my fingers a gentle squeeze, then said, “That’s for good luck, so we’ll all hang on to our fingers from now on.” I’m sure he just wanted to make me feel better, and he did. But I still felt so awful for him for losing a hand.

And then, three years later, Padmé was dead. It was awful. She was so young. And “no one in our family seemed to know how she had died, or at least no one told us. My sister and I did learn that there had been assassination attempts, and that was why Anakin had been acting as her bodyguard.

At her funeral, I didn’t just weep for her. I thought Anakin was dead, too. We’d heard that the Jedi had attempted to overthrow the Republic, and that most of the Jedi had been killed. To Ryoo and me, Anakin was our hero. We couldn’t imagine him doing anything wrong. I had all sorts of fantasies about how he might have been killed or injured while trying to save Padmé, or that he’d gone into hiding because he refused to participate in the so-called Jedi takeover. Silly dreams.

But all that was … How long ago? About fifty-five years, I think. And now, my dear friend Leia Organa Solo tells me about her discovery that Padmé was her mother, and of what became of Anakin. My head is still reeling. I’ve known Leia ever since we both served in the Imperial Senate, and to think that neither of us ever had the slightest inkling that we were first cousins.

If Leia hadn’t told me herself, I don’t think I ever would have believed that Anakin Skywalker became Darth Vader. It’s just so … so entirely inconceivable that that lovely young man could have become Vader. And yet that’s exactly what happened, isn’t it? To think I held his hand. His good hand. Oh, my.

I love this passage. It's really sweet. I also think that Anakin would get along really well with his nieces. Him and Padme would be the very definition of cool aunt and cool uncle.

I can see Pooja and Ryoo bragging at school about their uncle who is a Jedi and everyone thinking they're making it up but then Anakin comes to pick them up and everyone recognizes him and not only is their uncle a former member of the Jedi Order, but he is the Chosen One and the hero of Naboo.

[burnwater13]

Grogu sitting in the cockpit of Luke Skywalker's X-wing starfighter, after it lands on Tatooine, at Peli Motto's repair bay, in Mos Eisley. Image from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 7, In the Name of Honor. Calendar by DateWorks.

I’mmmm Backkkk

Grogu had looked up at Peli Motto and just had to smile at the surprised look on her face. Of course he was coming back to live with his dad! No way was he going to spend his whole life at Luke’s Jedi Sleep Away Camp. The food wasn’t good enough for that.

Maybe she had been confused by his ride. The X-wing was pretty nice. The pilot’s seat was roomy. It had ‘bun’ warmers, which was a nice feature. He had a great view of hyperspace. And R2-D2 had actually done the vast majority of the flying, which was probably for the best. 

Grogu couldn’t reach all of the controls and he didn’t like to use the Force for things like that when he needed it handy for collecting the frogs that had managed to escape the small paper sack Luke had given him. Honestly, if you had to choose between operating a starfighter and securing your next meal, you chose the food when you had a mech as good as R2 at the control interface. That was just good planning. 

Although, planning seemed to be something Luke really struggled with. The young man’s plan had been for Grogu to stay at the Sleep Away Camp and be the senior counselor, or something along those lines, but Grogu wasn’t sold on that plan. Luke had a lot to learn about running an educational establishment like a Jedi Temple and Grogu was still actively working on forgetting everything he’d ever learned at the temple on Coruscant because it had brought him nothing but trouble. Luke didn’t understand that, just like Luke didn’t understand that ration packs were not delicious, fresh food.

At least he had planned for Grogu to have an actual delicious snack for the long trip to Tatooine. But, he hadn’t planned for the critters hopping out of the bag mid flight. Grogu would have advised Luke to use the Force to flash freeze them, but that’s not how things went. The Jedi had a lot of rules about how to use the Force, plus Luke just hadn’t asked him. Oh well.

Thinking back to Peli’s surprise at seeing him, it was hard to imagine when the fine people of Mos Eisley had last seen an X-wing starfighter. ‘Never’ came to mind, but maybe someone from the Rebel Alliance or even the Old Republic had flown one there, once upon a time. Stranger things had happened there, like finding a ‘not a Mandalorian’ in Mandalorian armor, learning that his dad knew Sand people sign language, and that Jabba’s palace had mech spiders walking around, acting like a taxi service for an ancient order of Force capable monks (just their brains in a jar to save on weight). If stuff like that could happen, well, anything could happen. 

R2 had been eager to get back to Luke and Grogu couldn’t blame the mech. It seemed to have the longest ‘to do’ list on Ossus and Grogu doubted that list would get any shorter because he was no longer going to be taking up the work Luke had set aside for him. Of course, it was also possible that Grogu may have described Peli Motto a little too accurately to the mech on their trip to Tatooine and R2 was just trying to keep the ship from being sold for parts at the Mos Eisley market.

As happy as he was to see Peli, and the pit droids, Grogu wasn’t happy to say goodbye to R2-D2. They hadn’t done much together when they were both at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant all those years earlier. But on Ossus they were very friendly and did so many things together, Grogu wished that R2 could have stayed on Tatooine with him. It would have been like having his friend Ian around. 

Of course, Ian had mixed feelings about mechs and droids. He liked mechs and he disliked droids. Especially protocol droids. Fortunately, the Jedi Temple didn’t have a lot of protocol droids and the droids it did house were largely out of sight, out of mind. The mechs on the other hand were everywhere Grogu and Ian liked to go, so they had found them very useful over the years they were at the temple. 

Grogu had found they were particularly good at hiding things you didn’t want a Master to find in your possession. In Grogu’s case that was almost always food or a vid of Diggle and Daggle. For Ian, well the sky was the limit, if you considered that a lot of mechs had built in flight packs. The strangest thing Ian had ever stored in one of the ‘pet’ mechs was a sample of Master Yoda’s hair and the most typical thing was a lightsaber. 

Considering that Master Kenobi had been proclaimed, ‘Jedi Master Most Likely to Misplace Their Lightsaber’ five years in a row, it often belonged to Master Obi-Wan. He was always cheerful when he retrieved it from Ian and always thanked him for keeping it safe. Ian’s typical reply was always something like, ‘I’ll send you my bill’, but he was always smiling when he said that. Grogu was pretty sure he’d never really sent the forgetful master a bill. 

It suddenly occurred to Grogu that it was possible that Luke had done the same thing. Dank Farrik! R2-D2 may have had Master Yoda’s lightsaber! Suddenly that whole lesson on distraction and mis-direction that he had sat through in Master Drallig’s class made sense. Grogu had been so happy to see Peli and so sad for R2 to leave and still annoyed about the frogs he hadn’t reclaimed from the ship, that he hadn’t even considered whether or not R2 had anything like a lightsaber tucked away within the various compartments that had once been used for snacks, credits, and kyber crystals. 

Master Beq had once told him that Jedi had to be life long learners and Grogu had to agree with that statement. Now. Womp Rats!

[mudhornchronicles]

brick | din djarin

pairing: din djarin x f!reader

warnings: making out, season two spoilers, fluff, so much sweetness - willy wonka is jealous

a/n: this is part three of maroon. i’d like to thank @remmysbounty​ for the request and idea for part 3! i also got inspiration from this post!

also: a scene was inspired by this post

reds: maroon | sanguine | brick

masterlist 

“Din Djarin - if you don’t give me that cape this instant, I promise you that this next stop will be your last.”

You stomped your foot and let out an exasperated huff. Your husband stands in front of you, clad in his armor minus the helmet, teasingly waving his tattered cape in front of you. You lunge for the shabby and discolored piece of fabric and nearly trip as he pulls back his precious cape.

“Cyar’ika, I don’t need a new cape. This one works perfectly well. See?” He wraps the material around his broad shoulders and tucks it into his chest plate - making sure it stays intact. “It does its job. All I need it to do is hide body heat from snipers.”

You let out a loud sigh with a dramatized eye roll. “Riduur, please. I didn’t say to get a new cape. I just asked to fix it. So Din, just let me sew the holes at the bottom of the kriffing cape!”

You walk over to him and place your hands on his chest. You trace the ridges of the beskar chest plate and look up at him through your lashes. “Besides… doesn’t the Mand’alor always have to look his best?” You smirk and raise your eyebrows up and down. 

He shakes his head no and places his arms around your frame. “The only person I care about looking good for is you. I didn’t ask to be Mand’alor.” 

You wrap your arms around his neck to give him a peck on the lips, but he wanted more. He held you tighter and deepened the kiss. Your hands unwrapped from around his neck and cupped his face - one hand on either cheek. His tongue peeked out and licked your bottom lip. A sign you knew meant his tongue asking for permission to join the party. You smiled and invited your tongue to meet his. 

You loved kissing your husband. Not because he’s your forever partner, but because kissing him is a dance of sorts. His mouth moves perfectly with yours while your tongues waltz. His big hands on you - one against your lower back and the other bringing you closer to him by your hip. You can kiss him forever and you’d never get tired of it. His facial hair doesn’t get in the way of kissing him, but it can get long enough that it covers his upper lip and that bothers you. You love seeing his lips - especially in the morning as they’re swollen and full from sleep. He tends to groom himself whenever he notices you staring at his lower half of his face. 

The pair of you are torn away from your trance when Din hears the navigation device beep indicating that the ship is approaching its destination. Din gives you one last kiss and runs up to the cockpit of the ship Greef Karga let him borrow. You walk up into the cockpit and look out the dashboard and see you are approaching an ocean planet - curious, you thought. 

“What’s this planet called, riduur?”

“Ahch-To.”

“Do you have a bounty here? It’s beautiful.”

“No, something even better.”

You look over to him as he turns on a small commlink. When the light glows green, you watch your husband speak into it. “Am I landing across the island?”

You look back out the dashboard in confusion. Who could you husband be speaking to? You wait a few seconds and the commlink comes back alive - a young man’s voice comes through.

“Yes, Mandalorian. Land your craft on the east side of the island. I will send a landspeeder for you. He’d be very upset with me if I had you walk across an island.”

“Copy. Landing on the island’s east.” With that, your husband turns off the commlink and puts it back into his belt pouch. 

He lands the ship on the east side of the island, as instructed, and leads you back into the hull. You walk to your shared sleeping quarters and grab his helmet. You walk back and place a chaste kiss on Din’s shaking lips before latching his helmet back into place. He grabs a bag from the floor near the ramp and places it around his shoulder. He grabs your hand into his gloved one and opens the ramp.

You walk off the ship and sure enough, a rusted landspeeder awaits you with an eager R2 unit set up in the back. You walk over to the beeping machine and pet his round top. “Why hello R2 unit, do you have a class number?” The white and blue beeps excitedly and starts to shake. You let out a giggle and continue to pet him. “It’s very nice to meet you, R2-D2. Will you be taking us to whoever my husband is here to see?”

R2-D2 beeps once more and you nod in satisfaction. “Very well, R2. Thank you for picking us up.” You hear a scoff to your left and you turn to see your husband shaking his head in disbelief - all while laughing and putting the final bag in the landspeeder. You put your hands on your hips and lean on one leg.

“Is there an issue, riduur?”

“No,” he puts his hands up in surrender. “Not at all. I just forgot how much you liked to talk to droids. How can you even understand them? They just... beep.” He helps you into the landspeeder and settles himself in. You tell R2-D2 that you are ready to go and the landspeeder begin to move with a beep from R2.

“Every beep is like morse code. Just like sign language has specific angles and motions, droids have specific tones and lengths. My dad had me spend a lot of time with our protocol droid back on Naboo who taught me quite a lot.” Your husband nods in an understanding manner and leans back into his seat. He places an arm around you and you think he may have slept throughout the ride.

When R2-D2 notifies you of your arrival, you and Din jump off the speeder. You collect your things and thank R2-D2 for the ride. He beeps back and asks you to wait as he rides away. You assume he went to park the landspeeder. 

You walk into a cottage on the ledge of a cliff that R2 had led you to and are met with colors painting the walls. A child’s drawings plastered on every surface. You leave your things in the spare room R2 told you about and are led to a flat area atop a hill not far from the cottage. You see a young man in a black robe and a small green child sitting in front of each other and you saw… floating rocks? Is this what Din meant when he said you’d see “weird” things?

You were pulled out from your thoughts by a child’s shriek and blabbering. You focus on the scene in front of you as you see the blubbering mess of the green child running towards your husband. You watch in shock as your husband removes his helmet, tosses it to the side and falls to his knees. He catches the youngling in his arms and places a kiss to his wrinkled little head. Din stands and hugs the child tight.

“Hello ad’ika. I’ve missed you so much.” 

You can’t help, but smile at the thought that Din brought you here to meet Grogu, his foundling. 

“He’s very happy to see you, Mandalorian. When I informed him about your upcoming visit, Grogu couldn’t wipe that smile off his face.”

Din looks over at the young man and nods. He looks back at you and introduces you to the man you now know as Luke Skywalker.

“Grogu.” The child looks up at his father and holds his cheeks in his little claws. Din turns to you and has Grog look at you as he introduces you by name. “This is my riduur - my wife.”

Grogu hides in Din’s neck and shyly waves his claw at you. You thought it would be best to not overcrowd the child, so you wave back at him while keeping your distance.

“Hello, Grogu. It’s very nice to meet you. Your father could not stop talking about you. He loves you very much.”

Grogu coos at you and snuggles into his father’s neck once more. You smile at the baby and look at Din. He’s looking down at his son with the eyes you know to be filled with love.

“How about we go back to the cottage. We can have some food and I can update you on Grogu’s training.”

When you make it back to the cottage, Grogu immediately takes Din into his room in the cottage. You hear Din say phrases such as “good job, kid!” and “is that supposed to be my helmet?” and finally “that’s really good, buddy.” Your heart melts away as you imagine him saying things like that to your biological children. Instead of going into Grogu’s room and making him shy away again, you decide to help Luke prepare dinner as he tells you what Grogu’s training entails. Grogu drags Din to the table set up in the living room - well the middle of the cottage really - and sits him down and hands Din a crayon. He grabs a cookie from the jar on the table and breaks his cookie in half, handing a side to Din. You know Din’s heart is about to explode when you see Grogu clap at Din’s drawing of Grogu’s silver ball.

As you all sit and eat dinner, Luke tells Din about how advanced Grogu is in his training and the kind of power he predicts Grogu will have. Grogu was the first to finish and asked Luke to be excused from the table. When Luke gives him permission, Grogu runs to the table in the middle of the room and continues to draw - his favorite pastime you learn. 

As you listen to Luke and Din talk about Grogu for what feels like ages, you feel a tug on your tunic. You look down to see Grogu lifting his arms to you with a paper in one hand and a red crayon in the other. You ask him if he’d like to be picked up by you and he nods. You place the baby on your lap as he places his paper and crayon on the table. You look down and you feel tears forming in your eyes.

His drawing consisted of three people. 

One figure was drawn in an obsidian black crayon with a helmet adorning its head - Din. 

Another figure was much smaller than the other two and was drawn in a forest green crayon - Grogu. 

The third and final figure was drawn in ocean blue crayon. You looked down at your tunic and saw it was blue. He drew you. 

He asks you for his red crayon that rolled too far from him to reach. You grab it and read the crayon’s color - brick.

He begins to scribble on the paper above the figures. You assumed he was writing his name or simply scribbling, but when he cooed at you to look, you couldn’t help but give him a gentle squeeze.

Above the figures in Grogu’s scratchy handwriting was the word ALIIT in blocked brick-red letters. 

Din looks over to you when he hears you sniffling and is in awe when he spots the drawing. He gives Grogu a loving head rub. Grogu asks for his blue cookies that are placed near Luke. Luke obliges and tells Grogu he can have them. Grogu summons them and mentally drags them until they are in front of him. He grabs one and breaks it in half, offering you one half of his cookie as he eats the other half.

As you bond with your husband’s foundling, you overhear Luke tell Din that Grogu’s training is complete. Grogu had informed him that he did not want to walk the path of the Jedi - he just wanted Din.

“Mandalorian,” Luke warns, “If your Grogu refuses to train as a Jedi, I cannot stop him. His attachment to you is too strong to break. If he is forced to stay, his emotions will get the best of him and the pull towards the darkside will become stronger than ever.”

“Then he goes with us. If he doesn’t need anymore training to control his powers then he can go right?”

Luke simply nods. He then looks at Grogu and as if he told him the plan, Grogu springs in excitement and jumps in your lap. He babbles and looks up at you as if saying “do I really get to go with you guys?”

As yourself and Din pack up Grogu’s possessions before going back to the ship, Grogu makes it clear that he wants every drawing of his neatly packed as well. 

With Grogu’s two bags and a box full of drawings, you make it back to the ship. Grogu gives Luke a big hug and places his forehead onto Luke’s. They stay like this for a while and Luke finally says, “no, thank you, Grogu. It’s your turn to  take care of your family just as your father took care of you.”

You bid your thank you’s and goodbyes to Jedi Master Luke Skywalker and R2-D2 and promise him that Grogu will come back to see him again. As the ship takes off, you and Grogu look out the dashboard and wave goodbye. You keep waving until Luke and R2D2 look like specks and your view is clouded by oceans.

“What’s next, riduur?”

Din looks over to you and removes his helmet. He looks down at his son and takes Grogu’s claw into his fingers. 

“I think it’s time that we formally adopt Grogu.”

You smile and place a kiss on top of Grogu’s head. “Din, have you not vowed him as yours yet?”

Din shakes his head and laughs. “I never had the chance to. I was either getting shot at or he was getting kidnapped.”

You playfully shove him. “Then what are we waiting for? Does the Mand’alor want to start or should I?”

“I found him first so I get to start.”

You roll your eyes and gesture him to continue. You take Grogu’s other hand in yours.

“Ad’ika,” Din clears his throat and begins, “ni k-kyr'tayl gai sa'a. I know your name as my child, Grogu.” Din places a quick kiss on Grogu’s forehead and Grogu smiles brightly.

It’s your turn now. “Grogu, ni kyr'tayl gai sa'a. I know your name as my child, if you’ll have me.”

Grogu seemed to understand what this saying was. He stood onto your lap and hugged you, little claws on your jaw and then launched himself into Din’s arms. 

You knew you wanted to start a family with Din ever since you first met the shy little foundling in maroon armor back on Mandalore. You also knew you wanted to have foundlings join your clan, but you didn’t know that the foundling would turn out to be a green baby with jedi powers. Though you don’t fully understand Grogu’s powers, you wouldn’t wish for a different little kid.

As you’re putting Grogu to bed, you hear Din come into the ship’s hull trying his hardest to be quiet. Din may be covered with beskar with head to toe, but he can sneak up behind you like nobody’s business. You put your hand out to motion him over behind you. He looks over you to see Grogu sleeping peacefully with Din’s cape wrapped around him with a corner of the fabric in his mouth.

“Cyar’ika, do you think - you think we can finally build a home and settle down? I just want Grogu to be able to be a kid.”

You lean back until his torso hits your back. “That sure sounds nice, Din.”

“How does Endor sound? Maybe even Naboo? I know you may not like Naboo because of your mother, but as your husband, I want to give you new memories. I think our kids would like the lakes there. Endor is also a beautiful planet and I’ve heard Ewoks are nice when you offer them food. They’re little teddy bears so our kids would enjoy befriending those little creatures. They’re small, but highly intelligent.” 

“What about being the Mand’alor? You have to take back Mandalore for your people. Wouldn’t we have to be on the planet you want to take back?”

“I’ll take back Mandalore, no doubt about that. But that doesn’t mean I can’t start a life with you elsewhere first. I want to make up for the time we were forced apart. I still haven’t given you little warriors.”

“No, Djarin. You haven’t. I think it’s time for you to put in some work and give me a baby. Well, aside from our little green son.”

“I’d jump into a lava river if you’d ask me to.”

“Nah, I just want to raise our four or five babies with you by my side.”

“Four or five babies?”

“Yes. Two biological babies, Grogu, and other foundlings. There are so many children with no one to love them and we both have plenty of love to give. We just need stability. 

“That can be arranged, my queen.”

mando’a translations:

cyar’ika = sweetheart

riduur = spouse

mand’alor = leader of Mandalore

ad’ika = little one

gai bal manda = adoption ceremony

Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad = I know your name as my child

taglist: @theocatkov​ @remmysbounty​

[arturas-writes]

waking

aka the counterpart to @cliocodex ‘s wonderful sleep drabble. set in the KotOR Rock AU and... of course it’s Atton and Meetra. It’s sappy fluffy; who else would it be? at least until we get deeper into the series

It still surprises him how badly Meetra sleeps.

It’s not like it’s a total shock, not after how much coffee he’s seen her drink over the last few months (and especially not after the first time she slept over at his and read him the riot act for having a French Press but only using bulk-bought instant coffee instead of grounds. Trying to argue that he’d bought it because it was R2-D2 themed and not because he wanted brewed coffee got him nowhere). He’s also seen her out of makeup enough to know that the bags under her eyes aren’t always just smudged liner or eyeshadow. Still, she always seems so put-together and alert that he sometimes forgets just how little sleep she might be running on.

The first time they spent a full night together it hadn’t really been an issue. They’d both been too worn-out from their… earlier activities to do much more than sleep like two sweaty, exhausted logs – something that applied to pretty much all their early sleepovers, come to think of it. Even if they hadn’t just finished exhausting each other there was just something about curling up beside her that never failed to make him conk out like a light. Her, too, it seemed.

Once they reached the point of not always fucking each other to a good night’s sleep, it was a different story.

He’s not about to pretend he’s always a sound sleeper. Fuck knows he’s spent more than a few nights tossing and turning – shit, it’s why there’s almost always a drink or seven with his evening meals; easier to pass out and deal with any residual hangovers than work half-asleep. Now that he’s an honest-to-god rockstar it almost seems required. It’s not the healthiest option by a long shot but it shuts the voices in his head right the hell up.

Meetra, however, takes tossing and turning to a whole new level. At least when she wakes during the night and can’t get back to sleep.

It’s the frustrated sighs that get him. He can sleep through a lot of things – accidental headbutts, drool, once apparently losing both pillow and blanket to notorious blanket-hog Meetra – but he always wakes to the sound of her voice. Especially if she doesn’t sound happy. Useful if it’s a bad dream, less useful if she’s sleep-mumbling, and right now…

She sighs again. The frustration is audible. Self-directed, too; he’s spent far too long studying Meetra to not know the difference between her “someone’s being an idiot” and “gods I’m an idiot” sighs, even if he’s only half awake.

Well. That and the fact he knows her insomnia mostly comes from getting too wrapped up in her own thoughts and not being able to fall back asleep. He knows it’s not the only reason – he’s heard her muttering about Malachor a few times, actually saw her wake in tears once – but tonight she definitely sounds frustrated instead of upset.

He doesn’t speak up immediately. Sometimes she’s still asleep and he’s not keen on waking her if she isn’t already awake. When the sigh is interspersed with a half-moaned hiss, though, he rolls over. ‘Bad dream?’ he asks groggily, mouth not fully awake even if his mind kind of is.

She sighs again. The self-directed annoyance comes through heavily. ‘Nah. Bathroom then couldn’t fucking sleep. All this stupid little shit. Doesn’t matter.’

‘It’s keepin’ you awake. It matters.’ At least it does in his own sleep-addled brain. He can’t quite figure out what to say next so he settles for wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. Despite her irritated noise she burrows in close immediately.

‘Not what I meant.’

‘Hn.’

‘It’s so stupid. Like – morning’s hours away; I know I have to bin the garbage on the way out, I know I have to swing by fucking Tesco’s for some more coffee and maybe laundry powder, I fucking know I need to restring that backup bass before rehearsal –’

The first time he tried reassuring her that she could deal with it all later and that hadn’t seemed to work. The second he’d tried pointing out the illogicity of it all and that had definitely not worked (in his defence he’d been half-drunk and even knowing it was a bad idea wasn’t enough to stop his mouth from trying it). The third, however, some magical combination of his own exhaustion and his ridiculous luck had nailed the solution, so tonight he knows what to do.

It’s kind of ridiculous. Anyone else he’d just roll over and go right the fuck back to sleep. But Meetra’s the exception, has been from that very first day in Peragus, so tonight he’s not going back to sleep until she does.

Atton tucks her head beneath her chin, shuffles so that she can lie with her ear against his chest. She’s still rambling – his ears are about as awake as his mouth is – but the words are slowing, less angry, a little more directionless. When he starts slowly stroking her back there’s a legitimate pause in her words.

‘S’okay, angel,’ he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her hair. ‘Brains’re stupid sometimes. S’not your fault.’

She huffs against his chest but it’s not as heavy as it should be. Her arms snake around his waist; her legs twine in his almost unconsciously. ‘I know.’ Some of the frustration leaves her voice, though.

He continues stroking her back. ‘Gonna tell you anyway.’

She snorts, curls a bit closer, holds him a bit tighter. ‘I know.’

A few moments pass before he remembers what he was planning to say: ‘Wan’ me to tell you again?’

‘No.’

That’s the normal answer. He gives his normal response. ‘Mmm… whaddabout a story then?’

She shuffles a little, presses her lips against his chest. ‘You never did tell me how that one with the exiled Jedi ended.’

‘I did. You were just asleep.’

She snorts. Already she sounds a little bit sleepier. ‘Then tell me again, flyboy. I’ll stay awake this time.’

Despite himself a smile curls the corners of his lips. ‘Doubt it. Guess it can’t hurt to try though…’

True to his word, she’s asleep by the time he’s describing his most recent Light-Side Exile’s landing on Nar Shaddaa. He keeps talking anyway though, just in case. Just in case those beautiful eyes flutter open again, or those gorgeous lips start murmuring a half-asleep question of him. Just for a few more seconds of seeing Meetra at peace and asleep in his arms.

It’s not a permanent solution. He knows this as well as he knows that one day he’ll have to be honest with her about his past, as well as he knows that one day he’ll have to face the memories of his own past that keep him awake at night.

But for now, for tonight, he lets himself trail the story to a close as the Exile forgives the smuggler and accepts him for Jedi training, and drifts off to sleep with his whole world in his arms.

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Jane Foster’s child

Jane Foster x child!reader

Thor Odinson x Foster!child!reader

warnings:

a/n: no not a foster child, jane foster’s child 😌 also im so super glad you liked those!!! hope these are just as good!!! and im genuinely so sorry these took so long

prompt: anonymous: “Hey! I just read the Tony Stark x Potts!child!reader HC and I loved it! Would you do the same but with Thor and Jane? ❤️”

no babysitter = go to work with mom

dr. selvig gave you a rubik’s cube to keep you entertained

“fuck that! here, y/n, you can play my DS” -darcy

“can you not swear in front of my child?” -jane

you thought tonight would be boring, but then your mom and darcy collectively hit a homeless guy with a car!

“holy crap, we’re all going to jail!” -you

“don’t say ‘crap,’ y/n! we need to get him to a hospital!” -jane

ngl this dude was kinda funky

darcy used her taser and your mom covered your eyes, but you still peaked ;)

ride to the hospital

“don’t touch him, y/n”

“sorry, doc”

and the very next day you guys stole him 💕

“mr. thor, where are you from?”

“i am from asgard! it is much different from this realm, but your’s is adequate, i suppose”

“thanks?”

you could see the way your mom looked at him, though

he ate all the pop tarts >:(

she gave thor her ex boyfriends clothes

“yeah, donald was a real ass—” -you

“don’t say ‘ass.’ darcy curses too much” -jane

“sorry, mom...anyways, donald forgot to pick me up from soccer practice like, a dozen times. he sucked” -you

“this ‘donald’ doesn’t seem like a very good man...also, what is ‘soccer?’” -thor

you grabbed a soccer ball and tried to show him how to play but there was some other stuff the *scientists* had to take care of

you were a regular at izzy’s diner (well, mom was) and they always made you cute pancakes in different shapes!!

“ah, it’s a smiley face! that’s adorable!” -thor

“yeah! they like to surprise me whenever i come in. they’re pretty awesome” -you

*your mom literally beaming at how good thor is with you already*

you and thor were drawing on paper placemats

and then he broke a glass and you started giggling hdhshshs

but he had to leave

“no, thor, please don’t go!”

“i hope to meet you again one day, little one. hopefully fate sees it through”

:((((

no time to be sad bc ur mom’s lab got hijacked by the government

“hey, no fair! that’s my diary!” -you

“sorry, kid. there are constellation drawings we have to observe” -coulson

“aw, you draw constellations? wait, not now. you can’t just take all our stuff. especially that! that belongs to a child!” -jane

“sic ‘em, y/n!” -darcy

“don’t listen to darcy, y/n” -selvig

chilling in the trailer and missing thor bc he was the most interesting thing to happen to you and your mom in a while

and you wanted her to be happy even tho he was kind of crazy

“hey, mom? do you want to watch the stars tonight like we used to do? we could make s’mores?”

“that sounds like a great idea, baby! i’ve gotta go take care of some science stuff, so i’ll pick up some s’mores stuff while i’m out. love you!”

yeah she went to go see thor and he kinda got arrested but your mom came back home so you could watch the stars!

“so, do you like thor?” -you

“what? what makes you say that?” -jane

“it’s cool if you do, i think he’s awesome. a little weird, but at least he’s nice”

then thor and selvig came home and selvig was drunk as a skunk

*poking him while he giggles and tells you about thor*

“i wish your grandfather could have met that guy! he would have loved him...i wish you met your grandfather, too” -selvig

thor inviting you back outside

“i’d like you to teach me more about this ‘soccer’”

by the time you guys were done, it was 3am and you were too pumped to go to sleep

so thor told you stories of his home and battle and family

you didn’t want him to stop, you were fascinated by it all

and uhhhh yeah then earth kinda had some vikings show up

they told you that you’d “make a fine warrior one day”

and then yall got attacked by a ????? a what??? a destroyer???????

“get y/n out of here now! they shouldn’t have to see this!” -thor

you were still nearby and saw thor become thor again

after he was done fighting the destroyer, you ran to give him a hug

“that was awesome! can i hold your hammer?”

“maybe someday, little one”

then you didn’t see him for 2 years

which upset your mom a good bit, you had to help her through that episode. lots of sitting on the couch and eating ice cream together talking about how he wasn’t worth her time even tho you missed him too

but he came back! and then your mom sent everything flying bc she had an “infinity stone” inside her and thor took you two to asgard

“y/n! you’ve grown so much, i almost didn’t recognize you!” -thor

tbh you really digged the outfit they gave you, but also you were on another planet? thor insisted on giving you a tour (by flying you around)

“i do hope you’re having fun, little one!”

worrying about your mom simultaneously bc you overheard she was sick

but asgard got attacked and you and jane were confined to a room in the palace, which sucked because you wanted to see it all

but thor sent guards to bring you anything to keep you entertained

“maybe we’ll skip the mace for now, thank you” -jane

after several events that count as child endangerment, this chapter came to an end and your mom and thor finally made it official

loki called you a rodent and then saved your life so you were kinda iffy about him

about a year or two later, your mom had to travel a great deal in order to get some work done, so you were left in the care of thor, who took you to avengers tower

“oh, my girlfriend’s child is an angel! and they’re so intelligent, just like their mother!” -thor gushing to other partygoers

“yeah, thor, your ‘angel’ is sneaking drinks from the elderly” -tony

*sipping his beer* “they’re a growing teenager”

you did have an amazing time interacting with the avengers

and once they tried grabbing the hammer, you knew you had to get in on it (but you failed like the rest)

“don’t worry, my y/n, you have to be eighteen years of age to be able to lift mjölnir!” -thor

“oh, that makes sense!” -you, while thor aggressively shakes his head at the other avengers. he just wanted to make sure you didn’t feel bad you weren’t worthy yet :(

more child endangerment but really what did you expect?

thor went off world and your mom split it off w him but you did have his email so you were still in contact with him

swearing you saw odin on the street once or twice (fast forward)

and then your mom dusted and thor found you as soon as he possibly could, it was so good to see him

he took you in since you were alone now, you moved to new asgard and became prince(ss) of the new land by relation?? makes sense right

basically you and valkyrie made all the calls while thor grieved for years

but he still took care of you

“y/n, would you like to play video games with me? i think it may be a good bonding experience, what do you say?” -thor

“duh!”

uncle korg made you help him with fortnite while thor was asleep

you wished to wield stormbreaker one day

showing thor earth media! his favorite star wars character is r2-d2 dont ask why

he taught you asgardian recipes and you taught him...earth recipes?

when he was drunk he’d ramble on about his childhood and battle and enemies and jane and loki and hela and frigga and literally anything that came to mind

“y/n, could you please get me a beer? and get one for yourself, too” -thor

valkyrie most definitely gave you some battle training so you you blow off some steam, you were glad she taught you how to fight like a true warrior

thor wanted to teach you battle tactics so you could fight alongside him, but he never got around to it

a raccoon and bruce banner visited later on, proposing a way to get your family back, thor was an emotional wreck

his debriefing on the reality stone was tense when he started crying about your mom and everyone stared at you

“hey, don’t look at me. i don’t control the god, i just keep him company”

ending up waiting 1 second for the avengers to come back from their mission, resulting in you being stuck in the middle of a very heavy battle

“y/n, get out of here!” -thor

“don’t worry, thor! valkyrie taught me a few moves!”

“you make me incredibly proud, little one!”

“i’m not so little anymore, am i?”

“you will always be my little one, y/n. blood or not, that will not change!”

victory, but at what cost? it was a rough ride, you needed to get patched up, but your mom was finally home and thor...he decided it was time to leave earth again

“don’t worry, my y/n. i will see you again.” *tearing up* “i’m so glad i got the pleasure of raising you these past few years. i love you dearly, now go be with your mother”

you straight up wanted to bawl your eyes out right there

“well, y/n, you’re next in line for the throne of new asgard. what is your first command?” -valkyrie

“actually, i think you’d make a much better ruler than me. i’ve got to spend some time with my mother now that she’s home”

“you’re so much like him, you know that?”

staying with your mother, who was diagnosed with cancer not long after returning from the soul stone (a/n: jane getting cancer is canon in the comics and confirmed for thor 4)

“i missed five years of your life and now i’m sick, that’s just our luck, isn’t it?” -jane

she was understandably upset, but she also felt guilty

“mom, don’t beat yourself up. everything is okay, we’re still together right now. i won’t be going anywhere, i promise”

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Star Wars Tournament - Round 3

Sorry to be a litle late in posting this update but here is your latest bracket with your Round 2 winners! This week we have 4 games to decide our division champs. These decisions are the toughest yet, believe me! 

To vote in Round 3 click here. 

Round 2 results and this week’s game breakdown are under the cut below. Have fun voting!!

Round 2 Results

Din Djarin 100% vs. Chewbacca 0%

Poe Dameron 81.8% vs. Han Solo 18.2%

R2-D2 54.5% vs. Boba Fett 45.5%

BB-8 70% vs. Padme Amidala 30%

Grogu 90.9% vs. Yoda 9.1%

Obi-Wan Kenobi 54.5% vs. Leia Organa 45.5%

Darth Vader 81.8% vs. Moff Gideon 18.2%

Darth Maul 90% vs. Emperor Palpatine 10%

Biggest surprises in Round 2 were the defeat of Boba Fett at the droid arms of R2-D2 and Obi-Wan’s final showing against Leia. Also shout-out to the person who called Round 2 Maul’s Revenge, you definitely called it.

Round 3 Games

This brings us to our showdowns for the division champions.

Game 1 Certified Good Bois Club: Sweet Boy Showdown - Which heartthrob has won you over for all time?

Din Djarin vs. Poe Dameron -  I know for a lot of you this is an impossible choice as they are both ultimate Star Wars boyfriends/husbands/best friends. Poe is our sweet, slightly bad boy that many of us blush over or simply want as our bro. He would be a blast to hang out with and I’m sure he’d flirt with you even if it’s just for fun. However, the love for Din is insanely strong and while I think this will be Din’s tightest game yet, I still predict our hunky space dad will be victorious.

Game 2 Can’t Do it Without Us Cantina: Battle Bots - Which droid will you choose for your sidekick?

R2-D2 vs. BB-8 - It’s time to answer the ultimate Star Wars droid question, do you go with the classic or the new? I predict that the OG droid badass R2-D2 is going to take this one, but everyone’s love for adorable pal BB-8 is strong. I was surprised how easily BB-8 took down Padme, so we do have the potential for an upset here.

Game 3 Space Wizards Hangout: Adorable Annihilation - Which of these cuties has stolen your heart?

Grogu Djarin vs. Obi-Wan Kenobi - I find both of these two Jedi insanely cute. Grogu is quite literally the most adorable baby I have ever seen and I have so much Grogu merch at this point I should be embarrassed but I’m not. Obi-Wan is cute in that I want to kiss his stupid gorgeous face and then marry him. I think Obi-Wan will make this a slightly more competitive game but Grogu will crush him in the end. (I’m making an early prediction that Grogu takes this whole thing.)

Game 4 The Evil Lair: Darth-off - Which Sith is the sithiest?

Darth Vader vs. Darth Maul - Ooh this is one of the matches I was hoping for because I’m really curious to see how it plays out. I would say that I think Vader is going to emerge the winner here, but so many of y’all love Maul so much that I feel this is sure to be a close one. 

As always, have a great time voting! Here’s the link again so you don’t have to scroll up.

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after the war- poe dameron

SUMMARY: so basically the reader is in a relationship with poe dameron and they’re on exegol and yeah. you get the gist. very fluffy.

WARNINGS: none cuz look at me im a saint

After the war, he’d promised you that the two of you (and BB-8, of course) would have a nice, quiet life somewhere. Yavin, maybe. It would be just you three. Safe and happy.

 But now, he’s staring down legion upon legion of Star Destroyers and thinking that he’ll never see her again, never get an “after the war”, until he hears crackling through his headset, and her voice, sounding small and distant, saying, “Poe?”

The thought that he’s never heard genuine fear in her voice before sets in, and stays there, making itself nice and comfortable.

“(Y/N).” His voice wavers, but he musters all the courage he has left- it’s not much, considering the hell they’ve gone through to get here- to sound okay, for her. This is suicide, they both know it, but neither of them want their last memory of each other to be this: a dark sky marked by the Star Destroyers representing the opposite of everything they’re about to give their lives to fight for. “I love you baby. And after this is done, I’m gonna get you that pet you always wanted.”

“Yeah?” She responds, trying to hold back the sobs that threaten to consume her, the sadness that wraps its bony fingers around her ankles, trying to pull her down, down, down. “I bet you don’t even remember what animal I wanted.”

“Does it matter? They’re all gross money-wasters,” Poe jokes, but it lacks the laughter his voice usually holds. He hopes she doesn’t notice.

She laughs, but it’s a broken laugh, cut into pieces by fading hope for a future with him. “I suppose I should get a droid instead, Dameron?”

He nods, and then realizes she can’t see him. If he squints, he can make out her body next to Finn, and he thinks that this isn’t what she deserves, nobody so perfect should have to die like this.

Her thoughts mirror his as she looks towards his x-wing. 

“I love you, General Poe Dameron.”

“I love you too, General (Y/N) Dameron.”

She doesn’t correct him, doesn’t tell him, we’re not married, idiot like she usually does. He remembers that he never got to propose as he zips around, shooting wildly and praying to whatever higher being there may be that she makes it out alive. Even if he dies, he just wants his girl to make it out alive. He can hear grunts through the headpiece as she fights to make it to the navigation signal she and Finn are trying to destroy. He doesn’t say anything; he knows there’s nothing he can say. There’s too many words billowing through his brain, and none of them are good enough for what he wants to tell her, for the love he wants to describe. He wants to tell her the moment he first knew he would marry her someday, when he saw her playing hide-and-seek with BB-8 in their shared quarters. But there’s no words for what he wants to say, so he settles for silence. And he hopes that she knows all he wishes he could say. After a few seconds of quiet, R2-D2 chirps, and he knows it’s something for (Y/N) to hear. She was taken in by Leia Organa after her parents’ death, and was best friends with R2 for years.

Down below, BB-8 beeps sadly, and all (Y/N) can say to the little droid is, “He knows.”

Poe is trying his best to keep a brave face- but it’s starting to fail. Until, that is, Lando Calrissian swoops in like the hotshot he is, with a huge band of Resistance sympathizers in tow. Poe whoops in delight, and down below (Y/N) winces from the loud yelling in her earpiece. 

“Thanks for the free migraine,” she says, but can’t keep herself from smiling. She’s bruised and bloodied, but even so, she thinks that this might be the happiest she’s ever felt. The notion that she and Poe might still have the life they’d whisper about after midnight in bed is enough to keep her moving, even after every muscle in her body screams at her to stop, to slow down and possibly never move again. She grits her teeth, tasting blood in her mouth, and wills her body to move. Thankfully, it does, but she doesn’t know how long it can hold out for. When she thinks for a second that this is it, she’s gonna die here, Poe’s voice comes through the earpiece again, urging her on, one step at a time.

He keeps talking her through this, and deep down he knows he’s trying to instill confidence in himself, too.

They talk, back and forth, as they do their respective jobs, until out of nowhere, lightning lights up the sky and Poe can hear (Y/N)’s screams as his ship is blasted by lightning, causing him to fall down, faster and faster, until the electricity stops, and he regains control of his ships while R2-D2 beeps like an angry toddler.

He allows himself to watch (Y/N), Finn, and Jannah destroy the command ship, feeling his chest swell with pride. 

After the last of the Star Destroyers have been destroyed, and Rey returns, bringing news of her grandfather’s death, Poe lands his x-wing on the desolate planet and runs towards his friends, his orange suit making that annoying plasticy sound as he does. Finn calls to him, but he runs past him and gathers (Y/N) in a bear hug, lifting her off the ground, until she yelps in pain. Setting her down gently, he notices a large gash on her thigh, and he curses as he unzips the top of his suit so he can rip his shirt sleeve and tie it over the cut.

“We did it,” he says, looking up into her eyes from where he’s kneeling in front of her to tie the makeshift tourniquet, too happy for a sarcastic remark.

“We did it,” she agrees, placing one hand on his shoulder to help her balance. Around them, their friends give each other hugs as they board ships to return to the Resistance base, until all that’s left is the two of them, R2-D2, and Poe’s ship. He helps her into the cockpit, and pushes his seat as far back as it can go so that she can sit in his lap on the way to the base. All of a sudden, he’s hit with the memory of his friend Snap, dying in front of him, and his voice trembles as he says, “Snap.”

He doesn’t need to finish the sentence. She knows.

She moves her arm so that it’s looped around Poe’s, and rubs her thumb across his suit reassuringly. 

They’re at the base relatively quickly, and everyone in sight is rejoicing. People dance, sing, kiss, and run around like lunatics, jumping with ecstasy.

Poe helps her out, looping an arm under hers and around her back to help support her weight. He turns with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes- one she knows all too well- and says, “Don’t want to be the odd ones out, right?” just before kissing her, and he swears that he died, back on Exegol, and this is heaven. Holding you is heaven. 

He kisses her, over and over, until he can’t breathe and he wonders if his lips are tinged blue by now from lack of oxygen, and when he finally pulls away, he asks: “So how about that life I promised you?”

“I don’t know,” she responds, flaunting a coy smile and raised eyebrow. “I might need a little more convincing.”

Poe turns so that she’s directly in front of him, and then drops to one knee. “Is this enough incentive?” he asks, as he pulls out a small, scratched box from the pocket of his suit.

She gasps and her eyes tear up, and he smiles as she nods and throws her arms around his neck, wincing a bit as she lowers herself to the ground because of her leg injury. He flicks the box open, and pulls out the ring nestled inside, and slips it onto her finger. Suddenly, she pulls back, and Poe’s brain stops, thinking she’s going to break up with him right after agreeing to marry him.

Instead, she says, “Have you been carrying that everywhere with you?”

He nodded, laughing. “We share the same room! You would’ve found it if I’d left it anywhere else!”

She tilts her head slightly as she thinks for a moment, then relents with a murmur of “that’s true”, and kisses him.

They stay there for what feels like forever. There’s still more work to be done before they can truly consider the galaxy “saved”, but this, this is a start.

This is the beginning of their life after the war. And Poe couldn’t be happier.