#Someone pry Luke skywalker from my arms please

[darlingkairos]

[Insert that one poem that goes: "Grieving, Grieving, constantly Grieving, I mourn what could have been, What will not be, what I couldn't save."]

[morganas-pendragons]

my privilege, my honor | rex

this was a concept i could not pass up when i got into this conversation with someone on twitter. dad!rex is life. this’ll be split up into parts within a whole (finding out you’re pregnant, pregnancy, birth, life after, etc) and is au in which the war is won by the republic and the clones are freed because i SAID SO.

this is long rip me - i worked all afternoon on this please give me something 

also, rex&munitions!reader live on naboo in the back country where padmé wanted to raise the twins and does because AU!!!!

tag: @obiorbenkenobi​ // @icanbringyouincold​ // @thegoodbatch​ // @amazinggraceling​ // @cxptain-rex​ // @spaghetti-666​ // @kaikai1324​ // @jellyfishpoptart​ // @colorfulloverbatturkey​

In the back corner of the lake country on Naboo, there lives a soldier. Well... he doesn’t call himself that anymore. Not since they won the war. The story that you are familiar with is different in other universes. Less people die. Grief is openly felt and not hidden, mourning happens for the fallen, The Republic works together to unite against a common enemy.

In this story, Anakin Skywalker does not fall. Ahsoka Tano is soon treated with dignity and respect and eventually returns to The Jedi Order. Obi-Wan Kenobi is given the help he needs to be the best Jedi he can be. This story is much happier because they won the war here. Anakin discovers the threat of the Sith far before it’s too late, and Sheev Palpatine remains nothing but a corpse with a soul that has gone to the stars.

In this story, darkness does not prevail. Light does.

Padmé Amidala-Skywalker is a genius. A renowned politician of The Senate and former Queen of Naboo, she works closely with the clones and specific Jedi who advocate for them to ensure they are no longer treated as Republic property and are treated as the people who have earned their right to freedom.

When Cody comes to the barracks to announce to his vod that the bill was passed through the senate, the clones are too riled up to sleep and thus throw the biggest celebration of a lifetime.

In a back corner of Seventy Nines far away from the prying eyes of his brothers and against a wall adjacent to the rear door, Rex kisses the living daylights out of you. You are no longer committed to the GAR and he’s free - he didn’t think he’d ever get to the point where he’d be considered a man and not a weapon - but the way your fingers thread tightly through his hair and your knee slots between his legs to pin him against that wall is the most freeing thing Rex has done in his life. 

Because he can do this now. He’s allowed to show his love in front of everybody. 

  “Rex,” Your voice is thick with the drink you’d been consuming before you’d dragged him over here as you pull away just enough to meet his eyes in the darkness. “Take me.” 

Had this been a year ago or more, Rex would’ve been so stunned by your demand that he would’ve paid for a cab like the good gentleman he was (with Skywalkers credit chit of course) and taken you back to the barracks to hide away in your quarters where he could take you in a bed.. but that’s not Rex now. No. Rex now is desperate and wanting. 

  “Bathroom?” 

  “Bathroom.” 

The spare bathroom at the back of the bar is exactly what you need, and before you know it, the Clone Commander has your legs wrapped around his waist and your body poised on the sink. It’s a good thing you’d jimmied the lock on the door to buy yourself enough time to be ravished. 

By the time Fives and Echo find you both, you’re walking out of the bathroom looking more guilty then you should but you can’t stop smiling because of how flustered you’d managed to make Rex in..

  “I think that’s the fastest quickie we’ve ever done.” You nudge his hip with your own and sling your arm around his waist to pull him against you. 

  “What’s the record now?” 

Oh, of course he’s been keeping track. Kriffing di’kut. 

  “Six and a half minutes.” 

You’re really hoping that Rex isn’t the type to brag about this to his brothers, but if he is, you’d rather him do it when you’re not around. He has to clean up his meager amount of belongings from the GAR barracks before meeting Cody to discuss transport to the planets that gave given permission for the clones to be granted citizenship. 

One of them is Naboo. Skywalker and Amidala have already made their way there after the birth of their twins and Anakin leaving The Order, but you have a couple of people you want to say goodbye to before this is really over. Before you all go your separate ways to live your own lives. 

But oh.. no matter where, you’ll love them all. They’re the only family you’ve had and will always have. It’s not goodbye forever. It’s just the end with another beginning on its way. 

  “I’ll see you later, cyar’ika.” He kisses your temple and allows Cody and Jesse to take him away for one last night together with his brothers. You watch him go with a fond smile. He deserves this. 

The minute you get back to your quarters, the first thing you do is call Padmé Amidala. 

***

Well, if you’re gonna find out about this, you’d rather it be this way then by your own panic. 

You and Rex are welcomed by Padmé and Anakin on Naboo in the Naberrie family home until they’re able to procure their own house, and Anakin seemed to be.. ah.. attuned to something in The Force that was swirling around you. Rex and Padmé are in the nursery tending to the twins - he loves them and you love how much he loves them - but Anakin has kept you behind to talk about what is clearly bothering him more then it’s bothering you. 

  “Wait-Are you serious?” You ask skeptically. “I know you had your opinions about me, Skywalker, but I treat your former commander with reverence and if this is some cruel joke-” 

Anakin held up a hand. “I could tell with Padmé pretty quickly. It’s not hard to tell with The Force, and you’re practically glowing even without being Force Sensitive.” Both your eyes slid to the balcony where you could very clearly see Rex sitting in one of the chairs while Padmé fed Luke, who was now a couple of months old, and blew raspberries on Leia’s stomach to elicit a screech from the baby girl. 

Your heart clenches. That’s... that’s so stupidly cute. And he’s.. he’s smiling. 

  “You should tell him.” Anakin whispers. “I know Rex was skeptical about having a family at the start of the war when he met that deserter.. but honestly, I think he’s reconsidered it since he met you.” The man who had very very quickly become like your brother rested his head against your own as you exhaled a very slow breath. “Tell him.” 

You do tell him later on that night long after Padmé and Anakin go to bed. He goes wide eyed at the remark - because how on EARTH are YOU going to create and carry a human inside your body?! - and you’re almost expecting him to cry, which he does, but there’s happy tears and disbelieving laughter and before you know it, he’s spinning you around the living room and burying his face in your shoulder as you celebrate yet another victory for you both. 

When Rex goes to sleep that night with Luke in his arm and Leia against your chest (you’re really interim parents so the Skywalkers can sleep) he dreams about Cody and his brothers joy for his future niece or nephew. 

The first thing you see upon waking up that morning is the life-size holo of Cody, Wolffe and Jesse who are cheering in strings of Mando’a that you can’t make out well, but you know what they’re so joyful about. They’re gonna have a niece. A nephew. 

In front of them, your former soldier smiles so widely that it sharpens the tears that pool in his eyes. 

***

In the back corner of the lake country on Naboo, former soldiers get to work building a house. A house not made by hands - that’s not all - but by and with love and hope. 

Laughter echoed in the fields of wildflowers as you watch Cody and Rex hurl insults at one another when something doesn’t quite go the way they want it to. After your pregnancy announcement and the wedding - which was just as exciting as the pregnancy - Rex had ultimately come to one decision: He loved General Skywalker but not enough to live with him, his wife, and his two twins. 

Rex wants his own home which means he’s gonna build it with his own hands and the help of his insufferable brothers. 

Walking through the fields of wildflowers that are just outside the area Rex has chosen to hold the foundations of your new home, you hum quietly to yourself as you take flowers and begin to braid them into your hair. 

In the distance, Wolffe yells something crude in Mando’a that makes Jesse laugh hard enough to the point where if Kix hadn’t been there to catch him by his blacks, he would’ve fallen off the roof. 

  “Cyar’ika, c’mere!” 

Rex appears just inside what’s supposed to be your front door. He’s really acclimated to the climate of Naboo - even going as far as to let his hair grow out more then it had been during the war - and he’s wearing a shirt with no sleeves which shows the tattoo he’d gotten when the Clone Wars had ended. 

He’s beautiful. Seriously. 

  “Is someone injured?” You cast a skeptical look at Cody, Boil and Wooley who are looking at a rough sketch Rex had done on his datapad for what he planned for this house to look like. “Maybe Jesse’s dignity? Fives will to live?” 

  “I heard that!”

  “No.. no.” Rex shakes his head and wraps his arms around your middle, hands coming to comfortably rest on the swell of your stomach. You’re only a couple of months along and are just barely beginning to show, but that doesn’t mean he won’t touch that bump every single change he gets. “I just want you to look at it with me.” Both pairs of eyes flicker to the house in front of you. “It’s ours. Our home.” 

Yours. 

That sounds like a dream. 

*** 

Rex is, without a doubt, the best person you could’ve chosen to be the father of your child. He purchases a speeder after a little haggling with a trader in Theed and accompanies you to all your appointments, uses the credits Anakin had given him that he’d accumulated from his time in The Order to buy the food you most crave, and wakes up to be your personal pillow when you’re heavily pregnant and cannot for the life of you find a comfortable sleeping position. 

By the time your delivery comes, he’s practically a walking disaster that somehow manages to inform Padmé, Anakin and Ahsoka (who had been there that week to visit her brother and her nephew/niece) about the delivery and to meet you at the medical station in Theed. 

You don’t know this, but his brothers come too. The waiting room is filled with anxious uncles. 

After a nearly effortless delivery on your part, you were staring up at your husband as he was handed your daughter by the medical droid. 

It’s like the sun admiring all the stars in the galaxy. Rex looks at your daughter like he cannot believe you just birthed something so beautiful, and for a moment... you allow yourself to weep at just how awed the man is by the sight of his own child. 

  “Rex-” You croak, gasping for breaths between your tears as you motion to your husband. “That’s your kih ad.” 

Amber irises flicker over to meet yours as your daughter lets out a wail so loud that Rex cannnot seem to comprehend that a creature that tiny just made such a sound. 

  “What do you want to name her?” He asks as he hands his little girl back over to you reluctantly, clearly wishing to keep hold of her for a little while longer before handing her off to the medical droid for cleaning. “She’s not just my daughter, you know.” 

  “Alaia.” You say it so quickly and without hesitation that Rex is taken a back by how sure you are. “It means joy.” 

Considering how much joy that little girl ends up bringing to your lives, there’s no surprise that’s the name you choose. And oh.. speaking of joy.. it’s only mere days later when Rex finally lets his brothers - who had barely left the waiting room other then to go back to your cottage and refresh themselves - see their niece, it’s like a stampede of over eager children coming into your hospital room. 

Cody brings you flowers. He’s respectful like that. Jesse is just too thrilled at the prospect of having a niece that he too brings you flowers, but they’re native to Naboo. If you’re right.. they come from outside your home. 

The sight is enough to make you lean out of bed just enough to kiss his cheek. He swoons at the gesture and nearly passes out. Di’kut. 

The remaining members of The Wolf Pack who had been given citizenship on a world in the Inner Rim with the help of Plo-Koon follow suit the day that you’re discharged from the hospital because they’ve been tending to your house in the absence of their brother, and Wolffe is the one you see first. 

He doesn’t tend to come around alot but the sight of him and how he gasps at the sight of the child in your arms is enough to make you beam for the millionth time. All the clones are surprised by the sight of a baby. That doesn’t address the fact that said baby is the child of a clone. 

It’s like a dream come true for them. 

 “Skywalker’s wife said you’d like this, and so did Tano.” He holds up a bright pink onesie that reads proud niece of a million uncles and the sight of it is enough to make you laugh so hard you wheeze because that is so something Anakin and Ahsoka would find hilarious. 

Alaia wears it to bed for her first night in your home. 

***

alaia - five months old 

Maker.. there’s alot of stars out tonight. 

At the cry of your daughters voice, Rex peels himself away from the warmth of your body and rubs the sleep from his eyes before moving across the master bedroom to retrieve his little girl from her crib. 

The same crib that had taken him, Fives, Cody and Echo to build. Cody and Echo ended up having to do it because Rex had Fives in a headlock by the time they were halfway through assembling the kriffing thing. 

  “Alaia, ner ad,” He whispers lowly, scooping the baby from her crib and moving to the balcony before quietly shutting the door behind him. It’s not often that he’s unable to sleep anymore. There are rare occasions, like tonight, which memories of the war keep him awake. The nightmares stopped a long time ago. He’s at peace now. Mostly. “Sh.. sweet pea. We don’t want to wake your mother.” 

Just as he’s done since you made him aware that she was teething, Rex nudges her lips open and allows Alaia to suck on his fingertip. She goes quiet immediately at the relief it brings. 

  “You know, I don’t know if you dream.. but I do. I dream about the war. If you dream... I hope you dream about me and your mom. I want to be a good father. It’s better then not having a dad at all like I didn’t.” 

He goes silent at that. The closest thing he’d ever had to a father was Kenobi, and even he had been more like a brother to the clones by the end of the war. Anakin was just... he had his own struggles, he’d trusted Rex with information he couldn’t even trust Obi-Wan with and the thought of being so wholly trusted by someone again terrifies him. 

That will be his daughter. His undoing will be how much she trusts him, and it’ll be how much he loves her and you. 

On the balcony of a cottage home in the lake country on Naboo, a former soldier sleeps, and his infant daughter dreams. Together they are bathed in starlight. 

*** 

Alaia - five years old 

When Alaia is old enough to take into the fields outside of your house, you sit on the porch and watch Rex trek into the wildflowers with his little girl on his shoulders. 

You watch from the porch with a cup of tea as your little girl toddles through the flowers that have just recently sprouted from the ground, and she yanks with all the might her little arms have to begin pulling them out. 

Rex has been rather - ah- adamant that he’s going to keep his hair longer then it’s been in years. It’s not too long to curl over his ears, but it’s definitely not the normal haircut you’d grown so used to seeing on him. 

Conveniently, for Alaia, it’s just long enough to stick flowers in. 

  “Oh, oh no. This I have to take part in.” You set down your cup of tea and move from the porch to meet your husband and daughter in the field. “Rex, cyar’ika, you know what this means.” 

  “Flower crowns, Mommy!” Alaia yells. “Flower crowns for daddy!” 

The man is beaming as you sit down crosslegged and begin weaving the flowers together until you’re confident in your crown, and you turn towards Rex to place it gently against his forehead. 

  “A crown fit for a King.” 

He smirks at you in that way that reminds you way too much of Anakin’s smugness and you quietly curse under your breath at the effect your former General had on his former Commander. 

  “Now we need a crown fit for a Queen and a princess.” Alaia screeches as Rex’s arms wind around her waist and his fingers dig into her stomach which elicits such a high pitched laughter you can’t help but smile at, and while you work on weaving two more crowns, Rex lays his daughter across his hands vertically and begins waving her little body around. 

  “Look Mommy!” Alaia cries out, face pinched in concentration as she sticks her arms out in front of her. “I’m flying!” 

Fly high, little one. 

***

In the lake country of Naboo lives a former soldier, a former officer and their daughter. Their daughter grows up surrounded by her uncles - Jesse, Fives, Echo and Cody are her favorites - and she learns Mando’a so quickly that by the time she’s eight, Alaia is as fluent as her uncles. 

She grows up hearing stories about the uncles she lost. Her uncle Boil cries when he talks about Umbara and Waxer, and she reaches up and wipes tears from his face as he buries his face in waves of blonde hair. The uncles who survived Umbara don’t like to talk about it, but if they do, they leave out the stuff about war and talk about their fallen brothers. 

Mama doesn’t want her to know anything but peace, and neither does Daddy. She trusts Daddy’s decision. Maybe it’s for the best. 

  “It is my privilege and my honor to be your father.” Rex’s fingers are nimbly braiding her hair back into the usual braid she’s kept it in since she was a child. The day is comfortable and her uncles are here with the twins while you’re in the capital city with Padmé. 

  “You’re talking like it’s the last time you’ll ever say that.” 

  “Well, if your mother finds out what I’m letting you do, yeah it’ll be the last time I ever speak.” 

Anakin wants his kids to learn how to defend themselves. They probably can with a lightsaber just as well as he did at that age, but they’ve never done hand to hand before today’s training lesson. There’s no threat of war looming on the horizon but given that they’re both force sensitive, he wants them to have a good partner and for some reason that means Alaia gets to volunteer. All three kids are close enough in age to learn together. 

  “I’m gonna win.” 

  “It’s not a-” Rex pinches the bridge of his nose as Wolffe comes up behind his vod’ika and clasps her shoulders gently in his hands. If anyone is good at sparring, it’s him. “Oh, kriff it. Go on.” 

Wolffe waits until you’re out on the porch and wrapping your hands to say it, “You’re too much like your buir bal ba’vodu.” He had feared initially that she’d be afraid of him because of his cybernetic, but after he’d told her how he lost it to Asajj, she hadn’t looked at him with fear one time since. 

  “Ni kar'taylir.” 

Anakin stands on one side while Rex and Cody stands on the other, their spectators on the sidelines watching with wide eyes for something to go wrong.  

  “Alright. Luke,” Anakin nods to his son who tosses his saber behind him at the same time Leia does before they both turn towards Alaia. “Leia.. remember the rules. No Force Use.” 

  “What fun is that?!’’ Luke whines. “She’s not even Force Sensitive!” 

Alaia, Luke and Leia are between the ages of fourteen to sixteen the first time they do this. Alaia has been raised to not fear Jedi, much less the children of The Hero With No Fear, so she simply approaches this as an obstacle to be conquered. 

The daughter of the former soldier and officer of the Republic cracks her knuckles and eyes her opponents head on. The way she looks so much like Rex makes Anakin laugh. It’s downright terrifying. 

Her ba’vodu cheer her on as Leia downright launches herself at Alaia, to which the girl simply pivots sharply on her heel and throws her hands up to defend herself from Luke’s attack. She isn’t aware of this, but Luke uses The Force to calculate each movement she makes. Leia doesn’t. He was the more attuned of the twins. 

  “Get him, vod’ika!” 

  “Show them who’s boss!” 

Rex is utterly stupefied by the way Alaia moves. Of course, Luke and Leia do catch her off guard a couple of times, but part of him has always wondered if the ‘���soldier’’ part of him would be passed off his kids. That part of him that was a fighter from birth. It seemed he was right. 

You’re gonna kill him when you get back. 

His daughter throws her elbow right into Luke’s nose - Leia had yielded when she’d been subject to a pretty brutal chokehold - and flips him over her shoulder without so much as an issue, and the older Skywalker twin slams his hand against the ground before she can so much as try to incapacitate him further. 

  “Do you yield?” 

  “I-I yield, you-you insufferable gundark!” 

The two teenagers are too busy arguing with each other while the clones laugh hysterically in the background and Kix tends to Leia to ensure she’s alright to notice the return of both you and Padmé. 

 “What’s going on here?” You question, arching an eyebrow at the pair of husbands in front of you who both turn around and are so guilty that they’re both blushing deep scarlet. “Rex?” 

  “Cyar’ika, I can explain-” 

You extend your arm to where Alaia is being held back by Fives and Jesse and Luke is cursing fluently in Huttese while Kix tends to his nose. “I was waiting for the day you’d crack and see what she could do!” You exclaim. “Kriff, Rex.. She nearly broke my nose when she was a toddler because I told her she had to eat her vegetables! Or do you remember the time we took her to see Obi-Wan and Ahsoka on Coruscant and she yelled  ‘’leave my dad alone you di’kuts’’ to a bunch of Jedi?!” 

  “Yeah-Yeah, I do.” He’d laughed at that when it happened and he’d laugh at it now. 

Rex slings an arm over your shoulders as Echo and Cody exit the house beckoning you all for lunch before murmuring, “It’s good to be home.” 

Your eyes flicker to the Skywalkers and to the clones who are all chattering along in a way that just feels so alive. So unlike any dream you’d ever had before the war ended, and it makes you realize that yeah... it is good to be home. 

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Star Wars Wednesday

Because Disney can pry the Finn Skywalker headcanon from my cold, dead, fingers. And because Disney can’t stop me from reworking their movies if I darn well please.

Most of the fortress had been picked over by scavengers years ago. Any Imperial memorabilia had long since been looted and either auctioned off or confiscated by the First Order. Really, that was the only reason the scout team had considered it as a potential base at all. It had already been gutted, and was pretty well beneath the notice of Kylo Ren unless he was up for sentimental tours.

The general didn’t find that very likely.

Mustafar was far from a hospitable world for most species, but the heat shielding of the fortress was still highly efficient. The scouts had set up a base camp in what looked like it had once been some kind of audience chamber. Nobody had felt like exploring alone. The whole castle just felt...off. 

The young leader of the scouts sat on a pile of rubble, head tilted like he was listening for something. He frowned and glanced down at his team.

“What, Trache?” he asked.

The Twi’lek raised his brows at Finn. “I didn’t say anything.”

Finn seemed confused. “You sure? I could’ve sworn-”

Finn?

Finn looked up again. "Rose, you heard Trache call me just now, right?"

Rose Tico set down a power lamp and plugged it into their Artoo unit, then shook her head. “Sorry Finn,” she said, “All I heard was Artoo.”

Finn.

He whirled, squinting into the darkness of the derelict fortress. “There! You guys heard it that time, right?”

Rose fidgeted awkwardly. "Finn...I didn't hear anything."

Finn.

Finn turned again. He felt as though someone had tied a string around his soul and was pulling. As if under some other power than his own, the boy began to stumble into the shadows.

"W- what are you doing?" Trache hissed.

"Gotta check something out," Finn mumbled. He could just make out what looked like a figure, standing at the end of the corridor. "It's...it's okay. I think it's the Force."

His scout team's protests faded into static behind him. There was nothing but the voice.

Finn. Come to me.

Finn slowly reached down and loosened his blaster in its holster. There was a possibility that he was hearing this voice in his mind. And that had to mean enemies.

"Where are you?" he asked, tensed and ready to fight.

The shadowy figure he had glimpsed before reappeared, further away. It stood, as if waiting. Then it raised one arm, beckoning.

Finn didn't sense anything particularly hostile about the stranger, but he was wary nonetheless. He eased forward, following the dark shape into another chamber. The closer he got, the more he realized that it wasn't made of pure shadow after all. A faint flicker of blue light outlined the person, if a person it was, slowly illuminating more details. A black tabard. A heavy gauntlet. A cape that fell to the floor and seemed to swallow all light that touched it.

The rhythmic hiss that Finn had taken for some kind of machinery in the fortress took on a new volume.

It sounded like breathing.

Finn stopped dead in his tracks. He had seen that shape before. In the First Order barracks, as a little boy, he had seen that shape in the propaganda forced down the children's throats. 

"Aren't you dead?" he blurted out before he could stop himself. 

The giant inclined his head -- or, well, his helmet -- regally and turned. He gestured to one side.

"Walk with me."

The authoritative voice brooked no argument. 

Finn knew he should have been running. That was Darth Kriffing Vader, or his ghost, or a clone, or something. But...he didn't sense the kind of painful storm he'd always experienced around Kylo Ren. There was no hatred, filling the air with danger. Just a strange echo of regret.

With one hand firmly on the butt of his blaster, he gritted his teeth and stepped closer. 

"The Force is with you, young one," the late Sith Lord remarked, "but you are not a Jedi yet."

That rankled a little bit. Finn knew he couldn't do all the things Rey could yet. The General had told him that his connection to the Force was more like hers than Rey's, but he still didn't know what that meant. That didn't mean he wasn't learning. He was just going at his own pace.

"Maybe I'm not," he said, "But I will be."

Will I be?

Darth Vader began to walk. Hands clasped thoughtfully behind his back, steps slow and measured. Relentless. What did he want? And why was he even here?

Reluctantly, Finn followed a half step behind. 

"I'm not hallucinating this, right? Because my team can't see you." Getting lured into the depths of the castle by the ghost of a Sith probably wasn't a good thing. "Why'd you call me?"

"I have been expecting you for some time," Vader said, tipping his helmet down as if observing Finn. "It was inevitable that you would find me here."

His footsteps echoed on the stone, but did not disturb so much as a single mote of dust. The hair on the back of Finn's neck rose when he looked down and saw only one set of footprints behind them.

"You know who I am." It was not a question. 

Swallowing hard, Finn nodded. His mouth was dry, and despite himself, his fingers trembled. Like a death sentence the name fell from his lips.

"Darth Vader."

Abruptly, the man turned on his heel. His cape flared out around him as he raised a finger almost in warning.

"That name no longer has any meaning for me," he said sternly.

"Then..." Finn wrinkled his brow and tried to remember the legend. "You're um, you're a Skywalker-?"

His companion nodded. "I suspected that if I had chosen my true form, you would not have known me."

He raised his helmet as the chamber emptied out into another set of corridors. "Come. There is something I must show you."

Well. This was going to make an interesting story to tell the General later. Finn pulled the collar of his jacket up and shivered.

"Dar- I mean, uh...Master Skywalker? You didn't answer my question before. Aren't you dead?"

Anakin did not slow his steps. "The Force, young one, is a pathway to many abilities that some may consider to be...unnatural."

A wry chuckle wrenched itself from Finn's lips. He shook his head and took a jogging half step to keep up with the ghostly warrior. "You're telling me."

Anakin glanced down at him again. Finn wasn't sure how he knew the ghost's eyes were on him, but somehow he could guess where to look.

"You show remarkably little trepidation in the face of the impossible," he commented.

It was strange, but Finn was almost beginning to feel comfortable with the conversation. He shrugged. "Nobody ever told me how the Force was supposed to work. How am I supposed to know what's possible and what's not?"

He jumped when Anakin tipped back his helmet and laughed. It was a deep, rolling sound, utterly at odds with the mechanical whoosh of his respirator. 

"Indeed! Do not lose your open mind, Finn. It will serve you well."

"Did anybody ever tell you," Finn huffed, "That you make even compliments sound ominous?"

Another low chuckle. "Yes. Your father did."

His father?!

What was the ghost talking about?

Finn scowled at him. "Whoa, hold on. How do you know my father? I don't even know my father!"

Under his breath he added, "I don't even know what I'm doing here."

Abruptly, he began to sense a complicated tangle of emotions from the ghost of Anakin Skywalker. Regret, anger, concern.

"You remember nothing, child?"

Sometimes Finn thought he did remember. But they were just images. Feelings. A woman's voice and strong arms. A man's smile. Sometimes he heard snatches of a song in his dreams, always just out of reach by the time he opened his eyes.

Other times, the dreams were not so kind. Flashes of an old man, reaching for him even as he was shot in the back. His own tiny hands reaching desperately for an old woman screaming a name he couldn't hear. He wondered sometimes if they had been his grandparents. 

The Resistance was his family now. Rey and Chewie were his family. Poe and BB-8 were his family. The General was his family. But in his heart, Finn still wanted closure. To at least know where he had come from. 

"I...remember my grandfather dying." Finn said haltingly. 

"Not your grandfather," Anakin corrected him. "Your mother's cousin. Your grandfather died long before your birth."

He quickened his pace before Finn could insist on an answer. Through stone galleries and ominous archways he continued with a single-minded determination. He did not stop until he had reached what had once been an impressively secure door, long since reduced to ruin by looters. Inside sat a strange dome-like structure that reminded Finn of an egg.

"Did you see that in my head? Is that like a thing you can do?" Finn demanded. He was determined to get the truth. Maybe he could "sense" it somehow. "How did you see it if I can't?"

Anakin did not immediately answer. He waved his hand over the dome, and with a rumbling groan it separated neatly into two halves. It was an old-fashioned hyperbaric chamber. A few lights still flickered dimly inside. Anakin reached down to touch one small screen, and a hologram sprang up. A young man in Rebellion era fatigues smiled up at them from the hologram. Old though it was, the holo was still recognizable. 

"What the- That's Luke Skywalker!" Finn realized.

Anakin nodded. "He was no older than you are now when my spies brought me this image." He seemed almost lost in nostalgia for a moment. "Truly, I would have torn the very fabric of the universe apart to find him."

Finn watched the ghost, noting that he cupped the hologram in his hands as though he held something infinitely precious. 

"You...kept a holo of him in your chamber?" Seemed a little odd for a Sith.

He was pretty sure Ren didn't keep holos of his parents.

"Of course." Anakin did not look away from the tiny, grinning face of Luke. "He is my son."

Finn sat down carefully on the seat within the chamber. His feet didn't even touch the floor. "Hey...Master Skywalker?" he asked, "How did you know my grandfather died before I was born? If it was before I was born, I wouldn't have had any memory of that. Buried or no. Did you...meet him in the afterlife or something? Do all ghosts know each other?"

He sensed hesitation as Anakin answered, "No, I...I was...there."

That could mean a lot of things. "Did you kill him?" Finn guessed, "Like, was he a Rebel? Or a Jedi?"

He heard the creaking of leather as Anakin's hands tightened into fists.

"He was a rogue and peasant Sith. A knave who chased after power at the cost of his kin," Anakin snarled. 

Finn jolted back. A Sith?

A horrible thought slid into the back of his mind. What if his family had given him willingly to the First Order? What if they expected him to follow in his grandfather's footsteps?

"So...what does that make me?" he rasped. 

The tension drained quickly from Anakin's shoulders. He turned away from the hologram of his son and raised a spectral hand to rest against Finn's cheek. It did not pass through him, as he had expected it to. Instead, it lingered, like the brush of a curtain. 

"You are," Anakin said, almost reverently, "A valiant son of a worthy father. And the beloved grandchild of a grandmother who deserved a better life than she was given."

The Force was almost screaming at him that the answers to his questions were at last before him, but Finn was afraid to believe it. Afraid to get his hopes up and be wrong. If, after all this, his growing suspicion was wrong, he wasn't sure he could bear it. 

"Master Skywalker, please," he begged, "I don't know why I'm here, I don't know what you want from me. Just tell me the truth? Did you know my grandfather?"

The other glove rose, and Finn found his face being gently cradled by an ex-Sith Lord.

“No,” Anakin answered, quiet and inevitable. “I am your grandfather.”

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The Mandalorian X Son! Male Reader

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This is a Brave AU from Disney Pixar, I was watching this movie one night and just suddenly got an idea about it so why not create it?!

Summary: Reader is Din Djarins son; the Mandalore of his people but what happens when another clan decides to arrange a marriage for the son of the Mandalore but of course the reader doesn’t want to go through with that and does whatever he can to change is fathers mind.

Warnings: Fluff, humor, baby yoda, mythasor, jedis, mandalorians, great Mandalore.

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This wasn’t suppose to happen, his buir was only suppose to change his mind about this whole arranged marriage thing and not be turned into a mythasur that have been extinct for many years on Mandalore!

That cheating Jedi.

He wa going to kill him.

They were lucky they were inside their own house but yet surprised that his buir was able to fit through the halls with such a big body now that his form has changed, but that didn’t stop him from causing messes with that huge tail of his. Mythosuars were meant to be huge, big enough to kill off a group of mandalorians but lucky for him his father was only changed into a baby mythosaur that was slightly taller than him an a bit bigger.

But that didn’t matter to y/n, what matter to him was trying to get his own buir out of the building without being detected by any of the other mandalorians or else they wouldn’t hesitate to kill their own Mandalore.

Hearing things break and collapse, causes him to turn around and face his buir who was struggling to walk through the halls.

“Buir! You can’t just go down the hallway like that! Someone can see you!” He whispered out harshly as he follows him down the hall, ducking down between its large legs he crawls through and is able to stand in front of him now. “Buir—stop!” He shouts at him again as he holds up his hands in front of the mythosuar.

Din, the mythosaur huffs out some air through his nose. Glaring down at his own son in anger. “Okay, yes be upset as much as you want but you have to stop moving so much or else you’ll attract attention!” He exclaimed with crossed arms. The two giving each other a staring contest before hearing something drop on their left, slowly the two of them turn towards the sound to see a younger Mandalorian that was still in training for the creed, frozen in spot as he slowly backs away.

“Myth—“ he stutters out in fright.

Din could only stare at the other as he lifts a clawed arm up and gives him a friendly wave.

That sure did send the Mandalorian running away, shouting at the top of his lungs that a mythosaur was in the building.

“See what you did?” Y/n blurts out with a frown on his face.

Din growls at him.

Y/n rolls his eyes in return, hearing the sudden shouting from down the corridors he begins to panic. “Go! We have to leave now before they all come!” He shouts, shoving Buir down a hallway as he hismelf rushes ahead trying to find a quick an easy exit without being seen. Running down the stairs he sees a way out and laughs, “found a way, now let’s go—“ he turns around to see his buir gone.

“Buir?” He rasies a brow in confusion as he heads back up the stairs, heading towards the same direction that he came from but stops immediately when he hears a large crowd of mandalorians pass by. He hides behind a wall and groans, walking backwards he stumbles into a table and winced.

He noticed the disoriented mess, already knowing who it must’ve came from. He heads down a different hallway and into a room where he sees his big Ori'vod organizing a few statues that were considered special to the mandalorians and with buir instructing him with small gestures to place the statutes back to their usual place.

His Ori’vod notices him, his ears twitching upward in surprise as he points at the mythosaur with a shrug, wanting an explanation.

His buir huffs out in annoyance as he too points back to the small child that hasn’t aged at all.

Y/n groans as he approaches the two. “Look, a Jedi gave me a potion that could change buir and it’s not my fault!”

The child gives him a look, not being convinced but also not surprised that his own vod would do such a thing.

“Listen, Uncle Paz is probably searching the whole place with everyone else and I need your help to get buir out of here undetected!” Y/n begs with a pleading look, already knowing that everything came with a price.

The child crossed his small arms over his chest and with one arm he extends it out and gestures with his hand. ‘What will you offer in return?’ Y/n bites his lip as he thinks of an offer. “I’ll help you capture frogs for two weeks and make sure that buir doesn’t take them away!” He says but the child wasn’t convinced.

Y/n groans in frustration. “Fine, I’ll do it for a year and no more.” Finally with the child convinced he nods.

Y/n smiles in victory as he watches his Ori’vod climb onto his buir’s snout and with the help of Din he lowers his head down to allow the child to jump off and head towards the double doors. “Come on.” He follows his Ori’vod out the doors, looking down both hallways before the little womp rat makes his little escape and goes through one of his secret tunnels that only y/n knew about.

“It’s clear.” He whispers to the mythosaur who follows him closely, the two jpg down the hallways as they dodged crowds and mandalorians, having to take many different ways through the large building that was theirs. Once they reach the backdoor that was through the kitchens, y/n bolts towards the door and prys it open. “Okay lets go!”

Before he could drag his buir out, his Ori’vod appears coming down a Chimney with a grin on his little face, his ears perked up in excitement since he was proud of his own work of diversion.

Din can’t help but coo, placing his two large clawed hands over his heart.

“Buir—“

Y/n hissed out and approaches the two. “He’ll be fine we all know he can handle hismelf, right?” He turns towards his Ori’vod who nods in agreement and yawns cutely, reaching up to rub his large eyes with his three fingered hands. Y/n smiles to hismelf, walking over to plant a small kiss on his head before grabbing buirs arm and pulling him away. “C’mon...” he whispers out as he drags his buir out of the building and towards the large open field and into the forest.

The walk towards the jedis hut took awhile, giving Din the time to give his own son a lesson about trusting Jedis and how they were not to be trusted. But of course y/n didn’t understand anything since it was all full of growls and snarls, but he had a mental idea of how the conversation would go.

Pushing aside a tree branch he ignores his buir that followed behind him. It doesn’t take long for him to spot the hut and gasp in surprise, “There!” He runs towards the small housing, not hesitating to knock loudly. “Hey! Jedi master!” He shouts out.

The door to the hut is pulled open to reveal Jedi Luke Skywalker, he wore a small smile on his face once he spots y/n. “Ah, Back so soon y/n?”

“Yes! Would you please explain this to me?!” He points towards the large mythasaur that was standing behind him and glaring down at Luke, growling between his teeth as Luke sighs softly, Unaffaid of meeting the Mandalore.

“You said that the potion would change him—and when I meant him I meant his opinion towards my marriage not to—“ he throws his arms in the air. “—Change him into a mythosaur!!”

Luke stares at the boy in frustration, sighing to hismelf he looks up at the mythosaur. “His opinion will change but it’ll take time, I can’t change him back.”

“What do you mean you can’t change him back?”

“Until the potion wares off, but for now he’s stuck like this.” This earns the Jedi a loud Roar from his buir, his large arms flailing around as he exclaims into roars.

Y/n rubs his face in frustration and turns towards Luke. “Isn’t their a faster way to help him?” He begs Luke, wanting time change his buir back to normal.

Luke takes in y/n’s pleads and shakes his head. “I’m sorry my boy but you will have to wait until sunrise for it to ware off.” He explains. “Besides,” he nudges y/n’s shoulders. “It’ll give you time to convince him to not send you off.”

Y/ns eyes open in surprise, the idea of having his own father stuck as a mythosaur without being rudely interrupted each time he tried to convince him to not agree to this marriage. It didn’t sound like a bad idea, really.

He looks away from Luke and towards his buir, giving him a knowing look before sighing through his nose. “Okay,” he whispers out, feeling Luke looking down at him and his buir tilting his head to the side, confused by what he meant before hearing his next words.

“Until sunrise.”

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The Last Jedi (Forget Me Please, Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader) - Chapter One

A/N: Okay so here is my mini “What if” series about Forget Me Not! Hope you guys enjoy ;)

Summary: What if the reader never forgot her past, what if instead of eleven years its only been seven, and what if Palpatine is on the rise.

Warning(s): Mild violence, me retconning the fuck out of TROS, unedited because it’s three in the morning and I just want to post this

Word Count: 2353

“Endor?” General Organa’s voice boomed through the cockpit of the Falcon. Rey sighed, nodding even though her Master could not see her. The young Jedi in training was still deeply buried underneath the debris of shock that had caved down on her only hours before. Her chest was still tightly wound as it had been in the hangar of the Star Destroyer, standing across the man who delivered a revelation. Her heart began to race just as it had then as her mind replayed his gentle words over again.

“I never lied, your parents were nobodies, but you’re not. Search your feelings, you know it’s true.” Rey shook her head in protest, tears gathering in her eyes as she was unwilling to admit the truth to herself. Her eyes drifted over to the stormtroopers that had gathered around them, weapons drawn and aimed at her. How had her life gotten here? She was once a simple Scavenger, lonely and lost, and now she stood before the Supreme Leader of the First Order, the only person who unfortunately seemed to understand her. Rey heard the gears of his mask unlock and involuntarily she winced, looking back to his face. The face of the long dead Ben Solo, the man she had hoped would turn. Yet, the pain that she could feel tearing him apart held onto him with a menacing grasp. She could feel the torment that wreaked havoc onto his soul over what he had done to his father and she could feel the most unbearable white hot pain that burned his heart over the unknown. It was too painful to pry into and he had buried it so deep, Rey could never see what had broken him.

“Think about it Rey, you were born the year I went off to train, the dark already manifesting inside me.” Rey turned away from his words taking a step back, she did not want to hear this. “The Force knew others would not be able to balance me and the only one who could…” He paused and the young woman could see him trembling, bottom lip quivering as he tried to hold it together. His eyes began to gleam and Rey involuntarily felt a surge of empathy over the unknown that was causing him to break down before her eyes. “... would die.” His jaw clenched and his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed the thump in his throat. Rey felt his mourning as if it was a fresh wound, oozing fresh blood, never healing. Who had died, that had left such a gaping hole in him? Someone who was attuned to the Force? She knew better than to believe it was Luke, although Kylo did not hate the man, she knew he hated what happened.

Over the roaring wind coming from just behind her, Rey heard the familiar creaking of his leather gloved hand clenching into a tight fist. Whatever agonizing memories had surfaced were vanishing, leaving a cold and hostile Kylo Ren in its wake. “Admit it.” He snapped suddenly and Rey felt a tear slip down her cheek. 

“The Force created me.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but Kylo nodded stiffly in response. The words felt foreign on her tongue: unfamiliar, wrong, but also true. 

“You and I are equals in the Force, join me and we can destroy Palpatine.” His gloved hand extended out towards her and Rey’s eyes drifted down, uncertainty clawing at her. “You know what to do.”

“That’s what the translation of the dagger said, the coordinates were for the moon Kef Bir.” Poe responded tying a strip of fabric over his injured arm. Rey broke away from her memory, eyes lifting back to the view of hyperspace in front of her. Over the past year she had accepted that her parents were no one, that she was a nobody, but she had learned that she had a rightful place in this story. But now, with the confirmation that she did, it was a little unsettling. The Force had created her to bring balance, balance that was in disarray from the fall of Ben Solo and the emergence of Emperor Palpatine. While pondering the balance of the Force, Rey’s thoughts drifted to who Kylo’s original balance was, the one who died. He had to have known them, for it to have such a heartbreaking impact on him. Rey thought of someone strong with the Force, strong enough to get underneath Kylo Ren’s skin, someone strong enough to balance him. What had happened to them? Rey sighed, there was no use in worrying about someone who could not help. She was now the balance and Kylo was right, she knew what to do.

“Before you go to Kef Bir, stop on the Forest moon. We have an ally there who could be of great help.” Leia’s voice instructed through the radio. Rey turned around to face Finn and Poe, the three sharing a look of surprise. An ally? Was another former General hidden away on Endor? Chewie gargled in return and the General’s laugh bounced around the Falcon. “No, it's not the Ewoks, this time, but our ally is hidden amongst them.” The young former Scavenger smiled to herself, imagining what it must have been like all those years ago… She could envision Han jumping into the not so beat up pilot chair and dictating a string of orders to Chewie. She could hear Luke running down the halls of the ship heading for the quad laser access tube, while Leia retaliated to something Han said with a quick whip of sass. All of them young and in their prime, together and hopeful.

The Falcon stuttered out of lightspeed as Rey questioned, “How do we find this ally?” Her voice was full of curiosity and confusion, wondering how exactly this ally could be of help. They were short on time, they could not risk wasting any of it. 

She could almost hear the smile that was no doubtedly on Leia’s face as she answered, “Oh don’t worry, they’ll find you.”

Exiting the Falcon, the group of Resistance fighters were greeted by towering thick trees and a refreshing brisk breeze, the perfect neutral after the blistering hot deserts of Pasana and the biting chill of the rough and rocky terrain of Kijimi. “Stay here and rest big guy, we’ll find the village ourselves.” Finn chuckled clamping a hand down onto Chewie’s upper arm. 

The Wookie protested mildly before finally relinquishing at Poe’s addition. “You have to watch the droids too, Threepio doesn’t remember anything and we don’t need to deal with that right now.”

As the trio trudged through the thick forest, Rey smiled up at the tree line, enjoying the shift in scenery. After years of scavenging on Jakku, she was always thrilled to see the different climates. The lush greenery that surrounded her made her regret leaving Jakku sooner, but she reminded herself to be content with the fact that she never had to set foot on a desert planet again. After all the hardships she faced on Jakku, fighting to survive everyday, why would she ever want to face that again?

With every step she took, Rey felt a great swell in the Force. She could feel the energy flow through each and every living thing with an intensity unlike anything she had felt before. She had not felt so consumed by the Force since Ahch-To, yet this was not a planet connected to the ancient Jedi. No, this was a planet from an old war, no tethers tying it to the Force Sensitive. Yet there was no denying what she felt. It was as if the Force had manifested itself onto this quiet deserted planet with great energy at the center of it, drawing her in. It was overpowering, almost blinding her senses in its wake. Rey glanced around at her surroundings searching for the allure, her eyes catching ahold of Finn’s. He stared back at her, looking just as perplexed as she felt. Her lips parted, mouth opening to question if he felt it too, but the sight ahead caused the words to die on the tip of her tongue.

Ahead of them hidden up in the dense branches of vibrant green leaves were small huts and a plethora of wooden bridges connecting the tiny civilization together. Rey and her fellow Resistance fighters all marveled at the view, unaware of the observant eyes.

With an almost silent thud, a figure flipped down off of a hovering bridge, and landed before them. It was a woman wearing various shades of brown, dark green, and white seemingly blending into their surroundings. A faded grey mask covered her face besides for the open visor where sharp eyes glared back at them. She crouched down, eyes locked onto the three of them as if they were her prey. Yet, it was not the most startling sight, oh no, it was the two lightsabers secured tightly in her hands. A vibrant blue in one hand and a violet purple in the other. Rey gulped lowly she had never seen a purple saber before, the Jedi texts only referring to the color as exceedingly rare. The masked ally, radiated pure Force energy, as attuned with the Force as Kylo and Master Skywalker. 

“Rey…” Finn whispered and the young woman focused back onto the mask in front of her. She could sense that any moment she would spring and in response she pushed Poe and Finn to the sides. They had no part in this.

The woman was quick, lunging forward with a ferocious attack. Rey ignited Luke’s saber in record time and lifted it up to deflect. The three sabers clashed together with an odd screech and Rey winced at the noise. The cold determined eyes peered down at her through the visor of the helmet, each eye reflecting the vivid hues of blue and purple. The sight made her want to cower in fear, deep down her insecurities rising. She had always felt strong willed when going against Kylo, but this was different. It was not a fight, it was a competition. Rey jabbed her shoulder into the masked woman and swung her saber forward, only being met by the quick flashes of the opposing blue and purple. The woman was obviously highly skilled in combat, in lightsaber fighting techniques, Rey noted as the woman swung her sabers forward, spinning into the assault. Rey could not help but find a sense familiarity in it. In the way she moved, it was almost feral, unhinged but strategic.

In her distracted daze, the woman’s sabers came crashing down onto her, this time locking her saber in place. The young Jedi tried to pull her saber free and attack, but it was secured tightly in between the two sabers. Before Rey could put an end to all this, tell this “ally” why they were here, a swift kick to her abdomen sent her to the ground. Luke’s saber was kicked to the side as the woman dropped down onto her with disturbing and mildly aggravating fluidity. The purple saber hovered a mere inch above her throat while the blue one was stretched backwards: a barrier for Poe and Finn, with their blasters already raised, not to step any closer.

“Who are you?” The voice was deep and modified through the mask, transfixing (Y/E/C) eyes glaring down at Rey. 

“We’re with the Resistance! General Organa sent us!” Rey spit out, eyes wide with a sense of fear she could not deny. She had not feared for her life since the throne room, where Kylo had saved her. Who would save her now? The woman blinked harshly, surprised by her words, yet Rey could easily sense that she was searching her face for any sort of lies. 

“Why?” The question was curt, voice lower than it had previously been. 

“We need your help, Leia said you’d help us.” Poe cut in, taking a cautious step forward, eyes gauging the proximity of the blue lightsaber. Rey watched as the woman seemed to slip away from the present, eyes clouding over as she disappeared deep into thought.

Suddenly the two sabers were turning off as the woman glided back up into a standing position. She tucked the lightsabers into her black belt and outstretched a hand for Rey to grab. Rey hesitantly accepted the offer standing back up as well. She quickly released her hand and went to brush off the dirt on her clothes, eyes watching the peculiar helmet. Who was behind the helmet? Who wielded the rare purple saber? Who had dominated her with such ease?

“Who are you?” Finn beat her to the question, the trio all gawking at the unknown and unanticipated ally. The woman ignored him, her hand outstretching as her eyes closed for a brief moment in concentration. Rey’s eyebrows narrowed in confusion, what was she doing? She could feel the Force swirling around them before something sped past her. Rey jumped, scanning the area for whatever flew by, eyes landing on the hands of the ally. Cradled in them was Luke’s lightsaber, the one Rey used until she completed building her own. The woman turned the black and silver hilt around in her hands, letting out a half amused hum. Rey looked up to the helmet in shock, lips parting at the glimmer of amusement in the focused eyes.  

“I’m no one.” She finally answered, handing Rey back the saber. In a state of utter confusion she accepted it and clipped back onto her belt.

“Come, let us discuss.” The masked woman turned swiftly on her heel and headed into the center of the treetop village, leaving the three Resistance fighters stunned. They all shared a look, more so the two men looking to Rey for answers as to what just happened. Rey could not give them an answer, deep down one they all knew already. Her eyes followed the camouflaged figure, admitting the painfully obvious truth to herself.

The woman before her was the last Jedi.

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From Naboo and Back

Wordcount: 815

A/N: this is about my character Rylan meeting Luke Skywalker cause I figured beans need love and ya know Gay Luke is just a precious baby. 

Summary: When a Trip to Naboo goes left the past follows the crew back as a new friend

"I'm just saying, it'll be quick no one will know we're here. " Han said watching Alana pout in the Co-Pilott seat, "Easy for you to say.." she mumbled under her breath, "If my mother finds out I'm here, Well Leia you know," Alana turned around to face the princess,

"I'm not apart of this!" she shouted back at Alana, standing next to Chewie as he nodded in agreement. Watching the beautiful plants hitting the window for the landing of the Falcon made Alana sick, "Looking better already, I see." Han commented on the Naboo natives appearance,

"I hate you.. " she mumbled under her breath. "You love me," Han replied, a charming look on his face. "Do I?" she asked him hitting him gently in the arm, "Hey Luke, everything okay,"  she asked walking by the Jedi who seemed to have something on his mind,

"Yeah .. hey mind if I join it's just,"

"Need a breather from being a hero?" she joked, taking her jacket from out the rack, Alana wouldn't say that she knew how he felt, but she understood what he was feeling, a bit nervous scared and probably a bit alone,

"Hey, Lana you coming,"  Han asked, shaking her out her trance, Han knew something was wrong but he just didn't want to pry into with Alana besides things were already going so well for the two when they weren't at each other's throats,  "Yeah give me a sec!" she shouted back adjusting her trusty Naboo headpiece that she always wore, "You ready," she asked herself before stepping out the Falcon,

"Well, isn't this beautiful.." Han suggested, Alana, walking beside him, "Can we just get what we need and go please," grumbling walking through the market place, as she looked over at Leia who was on the other side of her smiling,

"Remember when we used to sneak out the palace,"  Alana asked whispering in her ear, "To go for an adventure," Leia giggled replying she knew that look in her eyes they were going to split up and leave the boys behind, and so they did, walking towards what was the palace as they reminisced about their time together,

"That was our first kiss, then you went back to Aldaran, and I waited and I-"

"What is it?"

A rustling noise was heard, causing the two to focus on a few bushes that were shaking as if a ship had flown by over the kingdom, Alana and Leia both pulled their blasters out ready to aim at anything coming their way,

PEW!

"Don't shoot at me! I don't want to die, please don't kill me," someone shouted tumbling from out the bush Alana and Leia looking at the body that was cowering on the ground.

"Rylan?"

"ALANA YOU'RE BACK!" Rylan shouted clinging onto her for  dear life as though he were an Ewok, "Keep it down will ya!" she growled, "We're here for a mission and then-"

"Please let me go with you! please please, please! " Rylan asked hugging her ankles "My aunt and uncle keep forcing me to be next in line and to-"

" There you are." Han smiled, Luke peering behind him as they were watching the scene before them unraveling,  Luke who was looking around like usual with R2 and now AL-1 by his side didn't notice the fact that he had an admirer before him, Rylan had become quiet his eyes focused on the Jedi Knight as a blush rose on his face,  

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. "

"Why thank yo-" pushing past Han to get to Luke,

"I'm Rylan Paswal ." he kissed Luke on the hand still blushing hard,

"Luke Skywalker, " he blushed, "Would you like to join us?" the two looking at Leia and Alana, "Why not. " she shrugged as Han looked at  her confused,

"Let em be space boy.. they're in love." she nudged him walking back towards the ship.

"Alana and I have been best friends since we were little, and then I thought she'd never come back and, I'm talking too much I'm so sorry I-" Luke laughed as he held him by the hand,

"It's been a while since someone else did all the talking for once. "

"Are you sure, because I could keep talking and.. is that a lightsaber I've never seen one in person..." he gasped as Luke let him hold as he stood behind him, " So you hold it like this and then you, careful!" he said as Rylan fell back and on top of Luke from the kick of it,

"I'm so sorry! I-"

"And I thought we were bad?" Leia said walking on the ship,

“You sly Jedi you!” Han cheered 

 Alana shook her head,”I’m gonna go get a drink... Han, you will join me... and we will leave these two alone.”

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Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano, annnnnnnd Luke Skywalker

Probs gonna be a long post since I Cannot Shut Up, so here we go!

OBI WAN (see look I told you this was gonna be long)

How I feel about them:  HELLO HI YES I LOVE HIM A NORMAL AMOUNT.  Okay okay, besides the fact that he is Very Nice To Look At (c’mon, I must, I have EYES), I genuinely love Obi Wan because he wants to be a good person so, so badly, and he’s always ALWAYS trying to be better because he doesn’t believe he already is a good person.  His life is a literal living hellhole and he doesn’t crumple under all of that tragedy like literally everyone else does, he takes a moment, puts a cheeky smile back on his face, and gets back up and keeps going.  He can be a hypocrite, he tends to look over things he really shouldn’t or gets the wrong idea about things and just shuts off what he doesn’t want to deal with, he’s overconfident and a little snobby and petty and a bit of an asshole, and he makes mistakes because he is human, and I love him for all of those flaws because if he was perfect, I wouldn’t like him as much.  He’s funny and reckless and would literally die before letting anything he cared about get hurt, he wants to do everything at once so he can help everyone and he literally gives all of himself to a cause because he cares and y’all, he is the most distinguished disaster I have ever come across and he deserves peace and rest and loved ones who don’t die in his arms or betray him and he’s one of the most brilliant fighters I have ever seen and he just draws you in.  You can’t help but want to watch him.

Romantic ships:  I will love him and Anakin together past my dying breaths; they’re soulmates.  I can also enjoy seeing him with Quinlan or Ventress, and of course Satine.

Non-Romantic OTPs:  Anakin again, I just love them and will take them any way I can get.  Also Cody, Cody is great.  And Ahsoka-- especially post-Order 66 (c’mon Kenobi movie don’t let me down now).  And Padmé!  Ugh, I’m mad TCW refused to let us see the Obi/Pads friendship the movies promised us they had.

Unpopular Opinion:  Two big ones.  First, that Anakin is the most important person in his life.  I can’t see it any other way, and I know other people would disagree.  Second, that he’s a good person and ALSO kinda a jerk.  He’s one of the most popular figures in this fandom with the most mercurial fanbase.  I’d say a good 85% adore him, but then the 15% who don’t hate him with a burning passion.  Seriously, it’s like to these people Palpatine was a better Master to Anakin than he was, jeez-- I’m digressing.  Anyway, it’s like in retaliation, the other 85% have put him up on a pedestal as someone who’s done no wrong whatsoever.  And here I am in the middle like, I love him to hell and back and always will, he’s legit one of my favorite characters, but he isn’t perfect.  Like I said, it’s hard for me to like perfect characters with no flaws.  So yea, I guess that’s it.

Something I wish would happen/had happened with them in canon:  MORE OBIKIN MOMENTS BECAUSE I’M NEEDY.  Ok but in reality, there’s a couple things, most I’m discovering have to do with female characters.  I wish he hadn’t faked his death when Ahsoka was there.  I get why Anakin had to be there to witness it, otherwise he wouldn’t believe it, but Obes, my dude, there was no reason why you had to (further) traumatize a sixteen year old over this.  She really did not need to have you die in her arms, you of all people know how shitty that feels.  I also want to know why he didn’t speak up (or if he did and we didn’t see it) at Ahsoka’s trial.  Was he being punished for Mandalore?  Going off of that, I wish we actually got to see him mourn Satine for more than 0.5 seconds of him looking sad after she died and then it literally never being brought up again (I’m looking at you here, Season 7, give me SOMETHING).  I’d also like to see him having some sort of meaningful interaction with Leia that would make her naming her only child after him make more sense (I actually have a really good penpals style idea about this, but I don’t know if I’d be able to write it before the Kenobi show comes out and josses it).  Also, I heard that the original Twin Suns episode of Rebels was supposed to have Kanan going to Tatooine with Ezra, and I really would like to see a Kanan/Obi Wan interaction, it just sounds like so much potential for angsty goodness!!! ;_;

AHSOKA

How I feel about them: My brave, brave girl!  She was what got me into the prequels in general, if you can believe it (wow, my star wars watching order is just WEIRD), I had to know more about her after seeing literally one glimpse of her in Rebels and then saw the Tumblr fandom explode.  She’s enduring and snarky and clever and a total badass and I adore how we got to see her grow from a spunky little kid into a shining, confident young woman who I’d follow anywhere.  Anyway, I love her and god did she deserve so much BETTER FROM EVERYTHING.  HER LIFE SUCKED TOO AND SHE TOLD LIFE TO FUCK OFF AND KEPT GOING.

Romantic ships:  I adore her and Kaeden Larte from the Ahsoka novel and you can pry my headcanon that they’re still together up to the Sequel trilogy out of my cold dead hands.  Also Barriss Offee (WHY DO ALL MY STAR WARS SHIPS HAVE A PATTERN?  CAN WE NOT BE BETRAYING EACH OTHER FOR FIVE SECONDS PLEASE).  Also Riyo Chuchi, that was really cute!!!

Non-Romantic OTP’s:  Snips n’ Skyguy all the way!!!!  But also argh, I adore Ahsoka and Rex and everything about them and Season 7 is going to KILL ME.  I also love seeing Ahsoka and Padmé interact, and I really do like the little bits we see of her and Obi Wan and I want MORE of them >:(

Unpopular Opinion:  This is gonna sound weird since I just said that seeing Ahsoka in Rebels was what got me into TCW and the prequels, but I really didn’t like her characterization in Rebels all that much after I went back and saw her in TCW.  I know she grew up and was traumatized and matured, but Rebels!Ahsoka just seemed a bit too severe, a bit too peaceful (she’s always been a firebrand), a bit too quiet.  Yea she grew, but I feel like the environment she grew up in wouldn’t foster the personality change she got in Rebels.  She was a bit of a hot mess in TCW, and the Ahsoka novel kinda showed more of that personality in an older version of her and felt more right than what we got in Rebels.  

Something I wish would happen/had happened with them in canon: A GROUP HUG WITH ANAKIN AND OBI WAN IN SEASON 7, PREFERABLY HER PICKING THEM BOTH UP LEGEND OF KORRA STYLE.  Ok but really there’s a LOT of things.  First, that she never liked Lux Bonteri.  I’m sorry, I’m petty.  He just reminds me way too much of my IRL friend’s stupidass boyfriend who I Do Not Like and I never got what Ahsoka actually saw in him ;p  Second is that I did not like how Ezra saved her in Rebels.  It’s a grumpy point for me because I certainly like how she managed to outlive the entire Order that kicked her out, it’s poetic, and if they did have Vader kill her I’d still be grumpy because it would be just another Prequel era woman who got killed off because she wasn’t in the OT while the males all find some way to be alive despite not being in the OT.  HOWEVER, you will never convince me that Kanan wasn’t the one who deserved that time-travel fixit.  Kanan had a family-- a CHILD, who he left behind.  Kanan had a future, and a story point that was just left unfinished and unsatisfying for me and other fans, if what I’ve heard was right.  As much as it would annoy me, Ahsoka dying facing Vader makes sense from a narrative point because it would follow the path that Vader destroys everyone he ever loved until he meets Luke.  Kanan’s death felt sudden and forced, and the fact that they had the audacity to use his death to be like “oh no Kanan had to die and become a Spirit Wolf solely to tell Ezra he needed to bring AHSOKA back”, come on.  Rebels didn’t establish Ahsoka and Kanan having any sort of meaningful relationship, it makes no sense for that to be his final wish, so it just feels a LOT like favoritism on Filoni’s part.  So yea, I don’t know what I wanted to save Ahsoka because I did want her alive, but it definitely shouldn’t have been at the expense of Kanan.  Meh.  Ok, but on a happier note, I really wanna see Anakin’s ghost on Endor reuniting with her again cuz that would be sweet and make me cry.  I also wanna see Ahsoka interacting with Obi Wan on Tatooine in the new show because please it would be perfect, she’s already met Leia, now she can meet Luke!  Also, if we could actually see her find Ezra, that would be very nice, thank you.

LUKE

How I feel about this character: Luke Skywalker is one of the bravest, most kindest men in the galaxy.  He’s not the stereotypical macho hero, he’s goofy and he whines and sulks and he makes dumb jokes and he rushes right into things, but he’s determined as all hell and once he loves you, he’s never letting go.  He wants to fix everything!  He has so many ideas!  He’s so bright and you can’t help but fall in love with his smile and his sparkling eyes and you want all his dreams and plans (because he has so, so many of them) to come true, and he will make them come true, because he is stubborn like both of his parents before him.  He worked through the discovery of his beloved father being a monster, and not only did he love him despite that, he did the unthinkable and BROUGHT HIM BACK.  LUKE BROUGHT ANAKIN HOME BECAUSE HE LOVED AND BELIEVED IN HIM AND HE WAS STRONG ENOUGH TO DO IT.  I just wish he had gotten the happy ending his parents never did (and that he had had for 40 years before it was ripped away whoops I got salt on this haha).

Romantic ships: Complicated.  I think he would be really cute with Ezra if they ever actually met; their personalities would mesh nicely and I think they’d make a great team!  However, I don’t really ship him with anyone else, and me the ace again is projecting major aro/ace vibes onto him because I can *blows raspberry*

Non-Romantic OTP:  BROT3 WITH HAN AND LEIA!!!!  FOREVER AND ALWAYS!!!!!!!!  Y’all but they literally saved the galaxy together, and Luke and Leia love each other so much they knew there was a connection from the very beginning and always supported each other and the BEST space siblings, argh that forehead kiss was my favorite part of The Last Jedi I cry but I also love the chaotic dumbass duo that is Han and Luke and how they’d legit die for each other and have each others’ backs.  And, Luke and R2 will always always make my heart melt because these guys are the best team!  And Chewie, cannot forget Chewie, Chewie loves his stupid blonde little brother.  Ya know what, I’ll also add in Rey for the pure potentiality of what could have been.

Unpopular Opinion:  Well it’s certainly not unpopular to anyone I talk to, but Lucasfilms disagrees with me, so I’m gonna put forth that I don’t care WHAT the explanation is, I could never ever ever see Luke even thinking about murdering his nephew in his sleep, not just a “slip up”, not “only for a second”, no.  Yes, people can change in thirty years, and I’ve begrudgingly accepted a lot of his actions in TLJ, but not that one.  Luke would NEVER.  A more unpopular one I have would be that he’s not as much of a “innocent cinnamon roll” as fandom makes him out to be.  We see from the beginning of Episode 4 that Luke has the Skywalker temper and he’s a bit on the rude side, even though to me that seems a little more like issues with a filter that he works on developing throughout the OT.  But yeah, people tend to declaw him a bit and forget this is the same sarcastic, snarky guy that can and will happily kick the ass of basically anyone who he can’t talk his way out of trouble with (in this, he is very much Obi Wan’s apprentice).

Something I wish would happen/had happened with them in canon:  LET HIM APPEAR TO REY WITH ANAKIN’S FORCE GHOST 2K19!!!  PLEASE JJ I BEG YOU YOU LITERALLY NAMED THE MOVIE AFTER THEM.  Also, please just let him take an active role in Episode 9.  I understand it’s about the new protagonists, but please do not include the Sequel Trilogy in the “Skywalker Saga” if you’re just gonna sideline him the entire time.  If he couldn’t have his original happy ending, please let him be happy at the end of all of this.

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Title: A New Life

Rating: General

Word Count: 5,702

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Padme Amidala, Luke and Leia Skywalker

Summary: In a universe where Anakin never turned to the Dark Side, he and Padme enjoy a little domestic bliss.  Little glimpses into the lives of the Skywalkers. An AU past Revenge of the Sith.

Notes: You don’t have to read the other parts for it to make sense but it would help for some context.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The doors hissed open and the first thing Anakin noticed was the unsettling silence and emptiness of the room. He froze in the doorway, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the room.

 What was usually a room filled with life and energy was now strangely empty.

 “Padmè?” He called as he took a few steps into the room. The continuing silence unnerved him further. There was not even a trace of C-3PO who was always loitering around the apartment and never failed to greet him when he returned home.

 His tension rose as he continued cautiously into the room.

 His attention was quickly drawn to the rustling of the curtains. His heart leapt into his throat and his hand reached to his hip for a weapon that was no longer there.

 He bawled his fists instead and his eyes narrowed as he slowly approached the window, ready for a fight if need be.

 There was no sign of a break in at the window. His eyes scanned the room once more and his gaze settled on one of the doors open just a crack.

 There were a few horrifying seconds where his mind pieced together what might have happened.

 Then there was another rustle of the curtains and he quickly glanced between the door and the curtain.

 He was filled with an overwhelming relief and knew at once precisely what, or who,  was hiding behind it.

 His body relaxed, fists unclenching and a smirk tugged at his lips.

 He leaned in toward the window to examine it once more  and then folded his arms over his chest. “Hm...I suppose there's no one home.”

 He received the intended result: a tiny little giggle from behind the curtain.

 There was one final rustle of the curtains and then with a loud battle cry, a dark haired bundle of energy barreled out of the curtains and latched herself to his leg. “Gotcha!”

 He let out a playful yelp and stumbled on his feet and his daughter burst into giggles.

 He grinned down at her. “You sure did, little Le.”

 She grinned triumphantly, her arms still wrapped tight around his leg.

 His eyes narrowed playfully and he outstretched his arms toward her. “And now.. I'm going to get you!”

 She squealed as he leaned down, prying her off his leg and swooping her up in his arms.

 “Daddeeeeee.” She squealed as he squished her to his chest and she wriggled incessantly in his grip. Finally she stopped wiggling with a sigh and just fell limp in his arms, lolling her head back to look at him.

 “Hi Daddy.”

 He smiled and kissed her nose. “Hello Leia.”

The smile he loved so much lit up her face. “Did I scare you?”

 She had no idea how much she really had. His grin grew a little at the vague memory of those first few months of freedom at the Jedi temple. Oh he had taken his Jedi training seriously, after all it was a promise to his mother, but for the first time he was free to be a kid and he often played little, mostly harmless, pranks on Obi-Wan. His daughter had clearly inherited that rebellious streak, which often times gave him more headaches than smiles but in this case, it was definitely a smile.

 “Yes,” he muffled a laugh at the memory, “Yes, you did.”

 She giggled again in delight and then leaned in and wrapped her arms tight around his neck. “I missed you, Daddy.”  

 He tightened his hold on her and kissed the top of her head, his heart swelling. He never knew he could love someone so much as he loved Leia and Luke.

 He thought he had found the purest of loves in Padmè, and indeed he loved his wife more than the galaxy itself, but the love for his children was a brand new feeling he'd never tire of.

 They relied on him, cherished him. They expected nothing of him except to be their father, to love on them, and care for them, which he was more than willing to do.

 They threw tantrums, and at times could be very defiant and wear his patience very thin. A majority of the time, however, when they invited him to play with them, or curled up in his lap or beside him in bed to take a nap, when they just wanted a hug, or whenever he could make them laugh and their faces lit with joy, it made his entire world.

 He would protect them until his last breath and couldn't imagine his life without them. The very thought of it was chilling.

 His nightmare hadn't returned but he spoke with Obi-Wan to satiate Padmè's (and his own) concern.

 Obi-wan gave him the same answer that Padmè had - that his fears were for naught because Palpatine was dead and  reminded him that they had burned his body - but promised all the same that he would keep it in mind.

 There were almost times he wished he were still a Jedi, if only for the access it gave him to the greatest intelligence center in the galaxy.

 He'd learned a lesson in patience and humility by having to go through and rely on Obi-wan for information.

 He knew he wouldn't trade a moment of his life with his family to go back to that life.

 “I missed you more, Leia.”

 His jobs gave him a brief respite from constantly dealing with demanding three year olds but without fail by the end of the trip, whether it was hours or days, he was more than glad to be home and have his children in his arms again.

 “Leia, what are you doing?” He asked in amusement as his daughter began to climb up his shoulder.

 She was half hanging over his shoulder, Anakin's hand tight on the back of her dress, when she gave up with a sigh. “Daddy, can I please go on your back?”

 He laughed quietly. “Oh that's what you want, is it?”

 “Yes, Daddy, pleaseeee.” She began to wiggle against his shoulder and he grunted as her hip dug into his shoulder.

 “Well because you asked so nicely…”

 He secured her in his grip and then leaned forward until she fell back into his arms.

 He gave her a quick grin and she grinned back. Then he swung her around to perch on his back and she squealed, the noise pulling Padmè out of another room.

 “Anakin?”

 He made sure Leia’s arms were wrapped tightly around his neck before he turned around to face his wife.

 Padmè's face lit up in smile. “I didn't even hear you come in.”

 He flashed her a smile. “You must have been busy. This little monster certainly heard me.” He lightly pinched Leia’s thigh and she squeaked and giggled, kicking her legs.

 “Not a monster, Daddy.”

 “No? Then what are you?”

 “I am a girl and...I will kick a monster’s butt.”

 Anakin laughed heartily. She certainly was his daughter alright. “I know you will, Leia.”

 “I'm up to my ears in work.” Padmè sighed and shook her head but smiled as she approached her family.

 “And you, little girl,” she gave Leia a playfully stern look, “were supposed to be napping.”

 Leia pursed her lips and rested her chin on her father's shoulder. “Daddy's home!”

 Padmè's face softened and briefly met Anakin's eyes. “I see that,” they shared a smile, both glad that he was. Padmè then looked back to her daughter, “and you wanted to say hello, didnt you?”

 Leia nodded and tightened her grip on his neck.

 “Well,” Padmè smiled sweetly, “that's alright then. I want to say hello to Daddy too.”

 Anakin's smile widened and then he closed the distance between him and Padmè to give her a quick kiss in greeting. Anything more was impossible with a toddler hanging on his back.

 Leia gasped quietly and Anakin grunted as she dug her nails into his neck and tried to climb forward in order to reach his face. “I did not give a kiss to Daddy!”

 “Le, honey not so tight...here,” Anakin trapped his cheek and Leia smiled and pressed a sloppy kiss there.

 “Thank you, Le.”

 “Welcome!” She beamed and then settled back down against his back.

 “How was the run?” Padmè asked, recapturing Anakin's attention.

 “Oh it was very successful...a smooth trip.”

 Padmè narrowed her eyes and hummed skeptically.

 “Really?”

 Sometimes he hated how she could see right through him

 He shrugged nonchalantly.  “Well for me.”

 Padmè sighed in exasperation. “Ani, what did you do?”

 “I can't help it if some other ship gets in my way.”

 Her eyes widened in faint alarm and he raised his hand in assurance. “They're fine! Their ship on the other hand...they just might have to call for a ride is all.”

 “Anakin,” she sighed again, “you have to behave yourself. That can't be good for business.”

 “On the contrary it's extremely good for business, the people that hire me know their precious cargo is in good hands. The best hands in fact. No pirates are getting ahold of what I have.”

 “No pirates.” Leia lifted her head with a small growl and a serious furrow of her brow.

 “Right, Leia. No pirates.” He nodded seriously. “It's my job to protect the freight.”

 “Until you take down the wrong ship.” Padmè said pointedly.

 “That won't happen, I know what I'm doing.” He said dismissively.

 Padmè shook her head slowly.  “Leia, tell your Daddy he's silly.”

 Leia giggled and lifted her head. “Daddy, you're silly.”

 He pursed his lips and gave her a sideways sour look and Leia buried her face in his shoulder, stifling a laugh. “Turning my daughter against me. Nice.” He sighed and looked back at his wife. “Padmè, there's nothing to worry about, I take my job very seriously. Besides, protecting cargo means I can't fight. I won't engage unless there's need to. It's just….flying freighters are boring most days so I can't pass up a little... fun when it comes my way.”

 “Fun…” She echoed dubiously and crossed her arms lightly. “I thought you have plenty of fun. Fun, for example, is hanging off of your neck.”

 Anakin carefully craned his head to the side, grinning at the side of his daughter’s face. She leaned forward to catch his eye and they exchanged a look of mischief and amusement so nearly identical there would be no question of their relation.

 He suddenly swung her around again so she was now cradled in his arms and before she could protest, began to tickle her belly.

 She let out a loud squeal of laughter and wriggled in his arms.

 “Fun, huh? We have lots of fun, don't we Leia?” He grinned down at her as he continued to mercilessly tickle her sides.

 “Nooooo!” She squealed in between peels of laughter.

 “Leelee?” A sleepy voice cut through the noise of laughter and Anakin paused his tickling to glance towards the children’s bedroom where Luke was standing in the doorway, rubbing his eyes with one hand and clutching onto his blanket with the other.

 “Hi baby.” Padmè greeted sweetly with a smile. “Look who's home.”

 Luke blinked, registering his father's presence and then a smile split across his face.

 “Daddy!”

 He dropped his blanket and ran at his father.

 Anakin, being the very skilled father of twins that he was, very quickly perched Leia onto his right hip and then opened his other arm to Luke.

 He grunted at the weight of two toddlers as he lifted Luke onto his other hip.

 Luke threw his arm around his shoulder and grabbed onto his shirt with the other.

 Anakin smiled down at him. “Did you miss me, Luke?”

 Luke nodded vigorously and then rested his head on Anakin's shoulder.

 Anakin dropped a kiss first to his son's head, “I missed you too,” and then his daughters, “I missed you both very much.”

 “Why did you go a long time, Daddy?” asked Luke in a small, curious voice.

 His smile slowly fell. He hated leaving them most of all because of how much they missed him. They had Padmè of course and he knew they loved their mother but he had been their primary caregiver for three years.

 The first time leaving them had been the worst, for himself and for them. He warned them the night before and left early in the morning before they woke up, thinking it would be easier for them.

 He was barely off the planet before he sensed their dismay. He was half tempted to turn around and go back, he'd had three years to become almost mentally synched with his children’s emotions and it was excruciating to sense their pain. Padmè called him magic because he could often sense a tantrum before it happened. He was just extremely in tune to their emotions, could sense their pain and their joy.

 While it did sometimes help to stop a tantrum in its tracks, it did absolutely nothing to help his own anxiety. He should have been used to being separated from his family. He left his mother behind for ten years, he constantly left Padmè during the war but he hadn't had a full day away from their children since they were born.

 The part of him that was excited to get back into a ship with Artoo at his side fought hard against the part of him that didn't want to leave his children.

 Thankfully the nervous tension eased the further he got from Coruscant and he was able to fully enjoy his first trip away.

 That trip, and most trips, were only a day or two at most. He insisted upon it at first so he wouldn’t have to be be away for too long. This particular trip had him away for almost two weeks.

 “Well, you remember my job don't you, Luke?”

 Luke lifted his head and nodded. “You're a pilot!”

 “I am,” he nodded, “and sometimes people need me to fly to places that are a little far away.”

 “Why?” A favorite question recently for the both of them and Anakin loved their curiosity and loved even more being able to teach them more about the universe.

 “Do you remember the holo I showed you of the galaxy and how many planets there are?” Both the twins nodded. They loved looking at the holo and asking him about each one he'd been to.

 “Some planets are very far away and they need some help sometimes. So it is my job to go and help them.”

 “Isn't that nice of Daddy to do?” Padmè asked them. “He brings food, water and supplies to people who don't have a lot of it.”

 “You do?” Luke asked, eyes widening in wonder.

 “I do.”

 “Daddy.” Leia pulled back to look at him with full admiration “You are a very nice Daddy.”

 Anakin laughed. “Well thank you, Leia. I'm so glad I have your approval.” He looked back to Luke. “So do you understand why I have to be away sometimes?”

 “Uh-huh.” Luke nodded. “You help people.”

 “Yes and I know it feels like I'm away for a long time but I promise I will always come back to you because you know what?”

 “What?”

 He leaned his head in until he pressed his forehead gently to his son’s and met his eyes. “Being with you is my absolute favorite place to be.”

 “Really?” Luke smiled.

 He lifted his head and nodded. “In the whole wide galaxy.” He promised.

 “Me too?” Leia piped in and Anakin looked at her with a smile.

 “Of course, you too. Both of you and your Mama.” He looked up to meet Padme’s eyes and when she smiled he gave her a quick wink.

 Leia rested her head against his shoulder and he briefly rested his cheek against her hair.

 “So,” he looked between them both, “what did you two do while I was away? I know that Mama must have done many fun things with you.”

 “Ummm….” Leia lifted her head and looked up thoughtfully.

 “Where did we go yesterday Leia?” Padmè prompted her.

 She gasped excitedly as she remembered.“We went to Mama’s work and I got to sit at her desk!”

 “You did? Oh I bet the senate loved that.” Anakin shot his wife a knowing smirk.

 “They weren't thrilled but I had to go in and I had no one to watch them for the day and they were on their best behavior, weren't you?”

 The twins both nodded. “We were very good,” Leia said, “and Mama said I could be like her when I'm grown! I'm gonna be a sennytour.”

 Anakin smiled fondly at her. “I have no doubt of it, Senator Skywalker. The best senator there ever will be!”

 Leia nodded her head once, matter of factly but then furrowed her little brow seriously and told him, “But not better than Mama.”

 “You're right...Mama is a very good Senator but you know what? I think you could be just as good.”

 “And so do I.” Padmè agreed with a smile, coming up to place a loving hand on Leia’s back. “I told her that the Senate would be very lucky to have a girl like Leia.”

 Leia beamed proudly.

 “And Luke too, if he wanted to but he was a little bored, weren’t you?” Padmè asked her son.

 Luke shook his head. “Not bored!” He exclaimed and turned exuberantly to his father. “Daddy, did you know there are lots of ships that fly outside Mama's window?”

 “Are there?”

 “Yeah, so many! Even more than at our window!”

 “He couldn't keep his eyes off of them...like father, like son.” Padmè commented quietly and Anakin gave her a brief loving smile before turning his attention back to Luke.

 “One day you might be able to fly one. Would you like that?”

 Luke’s eyes widened and he started bouncing excitedly. “Yeah! Fly like you!”

 “Well hopefully not exactly like you.”

 Luke frowned in confusion. “Daddy is the best pilot in the whole galaxy!”

 Anakin felt a swell of pride at his son coming to his defense and raised his brow at Padmè, waiting for her response.

 “Yes, darling, he is a very good pilot but he also is a crazy one.”

 “What does that mean?”

 “It means I have fun.” Anakin told Luke quietly with a smirk and Luke grinned back at him.

 “It means he gets into trouble.” Padmè countered quickly, giving him a look.

 “Oh…” Luke looked at his mother and furrowed his brow thoughtfully and then nodded in resolve. “Well I'm gonna be a good pilot like Daddy but not get in trouble. I don’t like being in trouble.”

 Padmè smiled and gently rubbed his leg. “That's my good little man.”

 “Spoil sport.” Anakin muttered and Padmè shot him a look, to which he morphed into a grin.

 His carefree smile was so captivating, even after three years, she couldn't help but smile back. She would never grow tired of watching the man her husband had become free of the pressures of the Jedi.

 The twenty five year old father was more reminiscent of the nineteen year old she married, before the Clone Wars, before the nightmares, before Palpatine.

 He had matured, mostly, but Anakin's recklessness was something that would never change. Though he was admittedly more careful knowing their children waited for him at home.

 Leia suddenly started to wriggle against his arm, her face pulled in all different directions and she let out soft little grunts.

 “Are you alright, Le?” Anakin asked, smirking in amusement.

 Leia sighed. “Daddy your arm is hurting my butt.”

 Padmè stifled a laugh behind her hand and Anakin raised a brow.

 “Your butt is hurting my arm.” He countered.

 “No, your arm is metal, Daddy it can't hurt.”

 He chuckled low in his throat and smirked at her. “Well you are a smart girl, aren't you?”

 Leia beamed proudly and he laughed again, kissing her forehead. “Alright down you go, Miss Skywalker.”

 He knelt down to release them both and once they were on their feet, they looked up at him and he placed a hand on each of their backs and smiled.

 “Now, go play.”

 The twins grinned at each other and then ran off together full of giggles.

 Anakin watched them go and then straightened up with a low groan. He was still in great shape but holding two three year olds for more than a few minutes took its toll on his body.

 He then turned to Padmè and she met his eyes with a smile. Without another word they rushed toward one another.

 As their bodies softly collided, Padmè wound her arms around his neck and his arms wrapped tightly around her waist.

 “I've missed you.” She sighed against his ear, tangling her fingers in his hair.

 He closed his eyes and kissed the side of her head. “I've missed you too.” He held onto her for another lingering moment and then pulled back to look down at her.

 “It's lonely on those trips.”

 “Even with Artoo?” She asked, her lips pulling up in a small smile.

 “Artoo is great company but he can't entertain me the same way you can.”

 Padmè raised her brow and her smile grew as she started playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I don't think you would want that kind of entertainment while you're flying.”

 He returned a smirk of his own and leaned in until their lips were barely separated. “I'm a man of many talents.”

 “Well I know for a fact that would not be good for business.” She added breathlessly.

 A low laugh rumbled in his chest. “Perhaps you're right about that. That's alright, it just gives me something else to look forward to when coming home.”

 He emphasized his words by pulling her hips to his.

 Her arms tightened around his neck and wordlessly closed  the remaining distance between them.

 He kissed her deeply, making up for the days they were apart with passion. She sighed against his mouth and practically melted into his arms.

 They almost became lost in one another if not for the  the delightful screeches of their children pulling them back to reality.

 Breaking the kiss, they both turned in their direction and smiled as they watched Luke and Leia running around with toy ships Anakin had made for them.

 “Where is Threepio?” Anakin wondered as he scanned the room and noticed the droid was still peculiarly absent.

 “Oh, the children were asleep so I had him run a few errands for me. He should be back soon.”

 “Errands, huh...only one of his favorite things.” He looked back down at her with a smile.

 She lightly shrugged. “He was happy to, at least he seemed to be with the lack of both you and Artoo.”

 Anakin raised a brow. “Threepio? Are you sure you’ve got the right droid? He complains about a lot.”

 “Hm...yes...and I wonder where he learned that.”

 “Hey!”

 She laughed and drew in closer to him. She lifted her hand to smooth away the frown lines on his face which did soften at her touch.

 “Threepio is a wonderful help while you are away and he definitely learned that from his creator.”

 His lips twitched in a smirk and his grip tightened on her waist. “I can only take so much credit...he was just a bunch of old parts I put together. He spent an awful lot of time with you and you are wonderful influence. I would know…” He trailed off as he began to lean in towards her and she smiled as she leaned in towards him.

 He sensed the danger before he knew what it was;  there was the sudden flicker of fear in Padmè’s eyes as her vision flickered past his shoulders and then a loud bang behind them.

 “Anakin!” Padmè shouted in the same second he spun around, flinging his arms out in the direction of his children.

 They clung to each other on the floor, quivering and whimpering, their tiny hands thrown out towards the bookcase that was now suspended in air midway toward toppling to the ground.

 A few books and various objects slipped from the shelves, clattering to the ground around them but the heavy shelves had been stopped from falling on them.

 Anakin's brow pressed together in concentration and Padmè rushed around him, running to gather her children in her arms.

 The bookshelf quivered and Anakin concentrated on getting it upright again as Padmè carried the crying twins to the couch.

 “It's alright, you're okay.” Padmè soothed them, pressing each child's head to her chest, running her hand over their hair, pressing kisses to their heads.

 Anakin narrowed his eyes and released his hold on the bookshelf once it was once completely upright.

 He scowled thoughtfully at the bookshelf and then walked over to his family.

 Padmè glanced up at him, eyes wet with unwashed tears but filled with relief.

 He forced a small smile to his lips and took the seat to her right.

 Luke lifted his head as soon as his father sat down. “Daddy…” he whimpered and  rolled over to reach for him.

 Anakin gathered him into his arms and Luke clutched to him, burying himself against his chest.  “Everything alright, Lukey boy?”

 He whimpered again, eyes red rimmed and tears rolled down his cheeks, his body still quivering.

 He held up his hand which seemed a little red from it's impact with the bookshelf but otherwise unharmed.

 Anakin gently cradled Luke's hand in his own and gave him a gentle smile. “What this? That's all?”

 He kissed the palm of his son’s hand. “There….you're okay, son.”  Luke sniffled but gave a watery smile in return.

 As Luke settled back against his chest, his smile faded as his mind replayed the event that just happened.

 He felt the small disturbance in the Force, had turned around, noticed the bookshelf, and reacted accordingly. However, while his use of the force did stop the bookcase from falling, there was also something else acting upon it.

 His mind flickered to the image of his children, their hands outstretched, a reflex to protect themselves from the danger threatening them.

 The truth hit him hard and fast. His children had used the Force.

 He held Luke a little tighter, resting his chin gently atop his son's head, rubbing his back as he slowly calmed.

 As the fear and adrenaline of the situation faded, and the twins recovered from their tiny shock, they started to grow a little restless in their arms.

 “Are you okay, Leia?” Padmè asked, giving her daughter another thorough check for any visible injuries.

 Leia nodded, sniffling quietly. “Yes, Mama.”

 Padmè smiled softly and used her thumb to brush away the remaining tear tracks on Leia’s cheeks.

 “Good.” She then pressed a kiss to her forehead.

 “Can I go play again?” Leia asked and Luke lifted his head, looking over to his mother, also eager to hear the answer.

 “Yes you can but no more running, okay?”

 Leia nodded. “‘kay.” She looked over at her brother and they shared only a look, their faces melting into smiles and they climbed off their parents’ laps.

   Anakin leaned forward, resting his elbows on his legs, his brow furrowed.

 “Is something wrong Anakin?” Padmè whispered, voice laced with worry as they watched their children run back off to their play area. “They're alright. You saved them.”

 Anakin sighed. “They are unharmed, yes, but Padmè…”

 Anakin glanced meaningfully towards the children who were already full of smiles and had poured out a box of blocks between them.

 “They used the Force.”

 Padmè's eyes widened and glanced between him and the children. “Are you sure?”

 “Yes.” He turned back to her. “I was not the only one acting on that bookcase. They reacted only to save themselves and I doubt they could have supported it without my help but it was their initial reaction that kept it from toppling immediately. When you took them away, I felt it release and I knew...they had a grip on it too.”

 Padmè sat in silence for a moment, observing the children playing and her brow slowly pressed down. “But they're so young…”

 Anakin inhaled and crossed his arms lightly. “It's not unheard of...the Sith themselves even discovered force sensitive children not much older than Luke and Leia and given my high midichlorian count, I knew they would also be force sensitive. I was keeping an eye out for it but I still didn't think…” he sighed again as he rested back.

 Padmè frowned thoughtfully. “Should we contact Obi-Wan?”

 Anakin's face twitched and he scoffed quietly.  “We don't need Obi-Wan.”

 “Anakin, he's our friend.” She laid her hand gently on his arm.

 “Yes but I am their father.” He said almost harshly and at Padmè's look, his face softened and he gave her an apologetic look.

 The thought of handing his children over to the Jedi was not an option. He regarded Obi-Wan as a friend and took to heart his mentorship but refused to allow the same teachings for his children.  “We don't need to involve the Jedi in this. I can handle it.”

 “Okay.” She said softly and gently squeezed his arm. “I trust you, Ani, but what do we do? They are just barely three years old, they're not going to understand the power they have.”

 “It's a part of who they are, Padmè, we can't suppress it.”

 She slid her hand up his arm, sensing his growing agitation. He was tense but calmed at her touch.

 “I don't want to suppress them but I want them to be safe. They are so young, Ani, they won't understand what they can do, or how to use it…”

 “I can teach them. They're smart, Leia was practically running before she could walk and Luke not far behind her.”

 “I know you can and I know how smart and clever they are but they're still just babies. You were nine when the Jedi found you.”

 “I had no idea what I was capable of until I stated training under Obi-Wan. We don't know the full extent of their abilities yet and I don't  think  they even know what they did. I don’t think we have anything to worry about just yet but we can test their midichlorian count and go from there. I didn't think a test would be necessary until they were older but clearly to have it manifest so early it must be high.”

 A smile slowly pulled at his lips as the full weight of the situation seemed to finally sink in.

 “Our children are special, Padmè.”

 His children were becoming more and more like him, possessed the same gifts he had, and now he had the chance to train them how he wanted. There were no rules of the Jedi to stop him.

 Padmè also smiled but hers was more hesitant. “Of course they are.”

 “They will need to be trained. Not yet,” he assured her as her eyes widened, “They're still young and they seemed to only call to the force out of instinct. One day, though, they will realize what they can do and they'll need to know how to use their abilities safely. I'll keep an eye on them because once they do realize what they can do they'll start experimenting. I haven't used the force much since I left the Order, I really haven't had the need, but maybe I should start to.”

 He pressed his lips together thoughtfully and slowly rose to his feet. He took a few steps forward, turned his hand behind him and almost immediately a book flew into his open hand.

 He tightly grasped it and turned around to present it to Padmè with a small grin. “If they see me using it, it won't be strange to them, and they'll be excited instead of afraid when they start to notice they can use it too.”

 “Ani,” She slowly stood and walked over to meet him, “I agree with you and I think that is a brilliant idea but please... don't show off.”

 He raised an eyebrow. “Show off?”

 She gave him a knowing but loving look. “Anakin, you are the biggest show off I have ever known and it worked for me, sometimes, but we do not need our small children trying to show off for you.”

 “Simple and easy…” he turned a smirk down to the book which was now levitating just slightly above his hand. He kept it suspended for a few seconds and then slowly lowered it back to his palm. “No harm done.”

 “Thank you.” She let out a small breath of relief and smiled. “When they're old enough I'm sure you'll have more than enough time to all show off together once they know what they're doing.”

 “Yes.” He looked up and over to where they sat, helping each other build a building out of blocks. Luke handed Leia a small piece to carefully lay on the top. Her little tongue slipped out of her mouth as she balanced on her knees trying to carefully place the block on top of the ever growing pile. Upon the successful placement, she plopped back down with a pleased grin and reached around to hand Luke the next piece.  

 “It's not that time yet.”

 She saddled up to his side and wrapped one arm around his back while the other rested over his heart. She rested her head on his shoulder. “Yes, let them remain our babies for a little while longer.”

 Part of him couldn't wait until they were older, to see who they would grow into, so he could do train with them but his chest also tightened a little at the thought.

 The last three years had already passed so quickly, the day they were born seemed as if it was just yesterday. Yet there he stood already contemplating their training.

 They were granted the carefree childhood he had never had and he was not about to take any of that time away from them.

[peekaboo-parker]

Helllo! I love your Luke Skywalker stories! If it's okay, I have a request: Luke proposing to his childhood friend (they grew up together on Tatooine and they're super close!) thank youu!!

Now or Never

Requested by: @demigodgirl91​Summary: Please read request above!Warnings: None!!! (…editing)Author’s Note: I hope it’s okay if I post the story with your ask. I wrote before answering your ask so, I just thought to put it straight in here.

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A day without stress seemed to be like pasta without sauce. It’s like, if the day wasn’t stressful, then it wasn’t a day at all. 

For the past week Luke has been trying to find the right time to pop the question. You were just so damn busy all the time! One minute you were in your room, the next you were at the docks, then the next you were in the control room. You were everywhere, and by the end of the day, you’d have lost all your energy, unable to even utter a single word. But you always somehow managed to slip a ‘Goodnight, Luke,’ and a kiss, before hitting the pillow.

Other times, you’d come back to yours and Luke’s room in the worst mood. One where you’d completely shut people out from either talking to you or even just asking if there was anything they could do for you.

The timings just weren’t there. But that wasn’t the only problem.

“Are you really going to ask?”“Go get ‘er Luke!”“Oh my gosh, is he finally doing it?”“Luke. About time mate.”“Hurry it up man!”“What’s this - the fifth time this week? It better happen this time round.”

There were the others around the base to think about. Luke wouldn’t be surprised at all if you already knew about the fact that he’s been wanting to ask for your hand in marriage for a while. It was nice to know that everyone was cheering him on, but it was starting to become out of hand.

You and Luke had been together since you lived close to each other on that stupid rock of a planet you both hated. You’d gone through your parents’ death together, you’d gone through his Aunt and Uncle’s death together too. As a little kid, you even made the promise that you’d always be there for him, and he promised the same for you. Now it was his time to officially make his promise become reality.

Today was the day. Who cared if you were in a bad mood, who cared if you were in the middle of working, who cared if you couldn’t keep your eyes open?

You blew a raspberry at a loose strand of your hair, attempting to clear your vision as you noted down some things that needed fixing in the droids repair room. Gosh, there was only one thing on your mind right now. Luke. You wanted to be in bed, cuddling with him, whispering sweet nothings into each others ears. Maybe even share a sandwich? Mmm… sandwich.

“Y/N?”

You immediately stopped what you were doing, hearing a voice of familiarity behind you. Turning around, Leia hurried toward you, her eyebrows caused creases to form above her nose and her eyes looked downturned. Slightly hunched over, she panted as she finally stopped in front of you.

With your own worried expression, you held out your hands and placed one onto her shoulder, the other holding her own hand. Your thumb rubbed circles on her knuckles as to soothe her, along with your calm voice reassuring her, “Hey, what’s wrong? Take a deep breath and just say it slow.”

“I… need you to come to the…” She began to tug on your hand like a child leading their parent somewhere. You let her pull you out of the room, but you were quickly to be confused and required some answers.

“Leia slow down! Just tell me what’s wrong.”

She shook her head frantically and looked forward, talking to you over her shoulder, “Just come.”

You attempted to wriggle out of her grip, but she held you with strength. The woman was physically and mentally strong. She recently had a whole day winning streak of arm wrestling. She even beat Han, but your one and only Luke had won in the end. After that day, you loved showing off Luke to everyone around the base. He was yours and you were his and you couldn’t have felt so lucky in your life.

Leia led you through yet another hallway. She began to pick up her speed. It surprised you that she did, but none the less you could still keep up with her. You could’ve sworn you heard her giggle under all her pants of breath and your footsteps, which only added to your confusion. This was obviously something urgent, but not urgent enough to worry about.

She stopped for a moment to catch her breath. With a cheeky grin, knowing she was distracted, you tried to pry her hand off of your wrist. “What the heck?” You frowned, her grip was still strong.

She laughed at your reaction and continued on, turning left before actually cutting herself off and turning right, pulling you forcefully behind her.

“Come on… this isn’t funny anymore… Whatever’s wrong… I’m not helping.”

Ignoring your exhausted pleas, she stopped by double doors and turned to you, finally letting go of your wrist. You gave a breathy ow, immediately massaging the now red area Leia had gripped so tightly. She looked up at the door, giving it a knock, before turning to you. She beamed at you, her eyes squinted with excitement and you couldn’t have been more confused.

The doors opened, Han being on the opposite side. He gave you a nod and a smirk before taking Leia’s hand and leading her in, stepping away so you could walk through after. Curiosity overcame you and you briskly stepped in, only to find your colleagues’, pilots’, engineers’, everyone’s eyes on you. Someone whistled through the silence, as you began to walk to the middle of the room.

Your eyes and head moved around with confusion. Everyone was smiling at you and some others whispered to each other.

“What’s going on?” You twisted around to Han and Leia, who waddled behind you grinning from ear-to-ear.

“Stop and turn around,” Leia answered.

Her answer did not satisfy you, but you obeyed none the less, a frown forming. Until…

“Y/N.”

You gasped, slapping a hand to your chest, while the other came up to your open mouth. The blood pumping muscle pounded against your rib cage as you took in the sight in front of you: Luke was on one knee, holding up his hands, which clutched a ring. It’s golden rim gleamed, reflecting the light that came through the windows of the room. The golden rim came up and swirled around a small, precious, translucent stone. The ring was absolutely beautiful. But the smile on your face was more.

Your vision started to blur with tears as he grinned up at you, shifting himself to get closer to you. “Y/N,” He said again. His voice sending a shiver down your spine and you nodded a little for him to continue, “We’ve grown up together, gone through everything together. I was so lucky to have you as a friend…” He paused for a beat, watching as the smile on your face grew with every word, “Then when I finally had the courage to ask you out and you said yes, I could’ve fainted on the spot, I was so happy.”

You laughed with him, the memory vivid in your mind. 

“Y/N, you’re the strongest, most beautiful and brave woman I know. We even made the promise to stay by each other’s side as kids…” You gasped again as he took your hand into his, his thumb gliding along your knuckles to calm your trembling, “I want to make the promise real. So, Y/N…”

Taking in a quick breath you nodded again, biting your lip in anticipation for his next question. 

“Will you marry me?”

You pursed your lips, trying your hardest not to cry, but once one little tear had escaped, you couldn’t care less and you squealed, “Yes!”

You tackled your boyfriend, now soon to be husband, to the ground with a tight hug, burying your face into his neck. The wind got knocked out of him by the sheer shock of the reaction, but returned your hug just as tightly. Both of your laughs mingled with the rest of the cheers and shouts and whistles around you.

You pulled away from him and looked down into his ecstatic, baby blue orbs. “Yes, yes, yes, Luke. A million yeses!”

The grin couldn’t fit on his face as he began to push himself up to sit. You climbed off of him, but he took your hand into his own. His eyes flicked up to yours, before coming back down to gaze at your small hand. As you followed his gaze, you spread your fingers and just like that, the ring began to slide on.

You trembled with sheer delight, unable to contain your happiness.

As soon as he had securely fit the ring onto your finger, he took your face into his hands and kissed you desperately. He couldn’t contain his own happiness. His kisses were usually chaste and soft, but this time his lips moved with passion and he pressed firmly against your own.

Everyone whistled and cheered even louder at the contact you both shared.

“I love you so much, Y/N,” Luke breathed as he pulled away slightly, letting his lips brush over yours as he held you close to him, not wanting to let go. “I’ve wanted to ask you for a while now. You don’t know how happy I am right now.”

You giggled, finally putting all the pieces together. It only felt like the two of you were in the room, even though the cheering didn’t seem to stop for a second. “So that’s why Leia dragged me around the whole place.”

“Yeah, I had to get you here somehow,” Luke laughed, pushing his head against yours to come in for another kiss. It was short, but filled with love. A love you were going to share for the rest of your lives.

You smiled at him, letting the tears of joy roll down your cheeks, “I love you too, Luke.”

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[antisocialraccoon]

Still in a weird emotional daze, and also in a bit of a post-event depression after Rhode Island Comic Con on Saturday. It was a day that was traumatizing, chaotic, and one on which a dream came true. Arrived right as it was opening, and it was pretty cold out (I was wearing six layers, and wasn’t planning on toting my coat around with me all day), so I decided to park and sit in my car for about 15 minutes trying to get a small early lunch in and just prepare myself. Walked down, and down, and down, and thus I entered The Line ™ to get in to the event, the line to end all lines, the line that would strike fear into the hearts of even the bravest, I mean this line wound under overpasses and up and down alleyways and side streets, for about three blocks. It was in the top 5 most monumentally ridiculous things I’ve ever had to be a part of. (They really did oversell this con though. Even once we were in, getting around was a massive task.) Anyways. Got in after about an hour and a half, which is actually surprisingly.

So I was cold and wiped out from the beginning, but I found my way to where the headliners were and spotted Sebastian Stan’s signing area. My heart leapt. This was happening. And there was like, no one in his line, there’s like three people. So, I start trembling, and start getting out my things and get ready to go up, and I also try to get a picture of the area... well. Long story short, I almost get kicked out for that. I don’t even want to talk about it. So I’m more shaken up than ever now, but it gets to be my turn, and he looks at me, and oh my word he’s so beautiful. I wish so desperately I could remember the exact exchange of words, and I wish that that thing hadn’t happened and that I wasn’t so shaken up that I could have thought of more to say to him since there was no one else in line, but here’s the thing about him that I realized in the times that I interacted with him: his presence is SO comforting and calming. In all the chaos and noise of the day, being with him was the one thing that made me feel calm. I feel like if you met him and didn’t know who he was, he’d still be as comforting in his presence. So it went along the lines of “Hiiii!” “Hi! Thank you for coming!” “So lovely to meet you! Thank you for coming to New England!” “New England, yeah! New England Patriots!” (Cute dork.) I gave him a little book of some of my Bucky drawings with a little note on the back, and he was like “Wow! Thank you, thank you!” as he looked through it. Heart=melted. What a sweetheart.

So after this, it’s getting a bit close to the photo op time, so I go out to stand in line. It was this weird mixture of excitement and numbness. (Plus it was a little chilly since the photo ops were being down in these large tent outside: heated, but still a bit chilly.) My turn: I go in, once again oh my word he’s so beautiful. He says something to me but there’s music and noise so it’s too loud to hear what he said, so I manage: “Can I give you a hug?” And he scoops me into his arms, he’s so soft, (he also asks me at one point “You all right?”), he also has his cheek against my head akskaaffggkadasaglv, and I wish I could remember more, but yeah, that’s how I met the love of my life. Dream come true, and still feels like a dream. I’m VERY timid about posting the photo though. There’s something about the very recent experience that makes me want to keep it personal and from the prying eyes of the Internet and its circulation, it sounds weird I know, but I have only posted it on my (for the time being) private Instagram. If you want, if you want, if you’re on IG you can find me here.

Now in a complete daze, I decided to head to the other part of the con with the vendors and stuff. After awhile I was exhausted and went up to the level with the panel rooms and waited to get in line for Paul Bettany and Seb’s panel. Ended up being a fun little panel, short and sweet (short, as a result of the previous panel going over time). Paul is so funny and charming, and related his story of leaving one of his Infinity War scripts on a plane. Seb said playing his multi-personality character was like “Christmas morning”, as he never knows how the writers are going to have him play the character next, and he said for IW, he REALLY does not know what is happening, even less than usual. He also, unprompted, brought up BuckyNat, and that he wants them to have a relationship; mentioned that anytime someone wants him to play Luke Skywalker, call him please; he jumped off the stage AGAIN to hug a girl that started crying (I was like, he's gonna do it, he's gonna do it); someone mentioned “I, Tonya”, and Seb sheepishly remarked that he can’t seem to escape ice in these movies... LOL; he also pronounces biopic like bi-opic, as in bionic. 

So many impossible things became possible this day. I’m still not recovered.