#Thank you so so much for reading this hunk of junk lol

[starry-knight-coffins]

OKAY SO I wanted to ask what was that made you think about making the vacation ACNH themed? I feel like it's something strange to think of and very creative actually, the fact that you were able to think about stuff for the themed days was actually so cool and the fact that there was always Leoide around even where I'd struggle to fit it, you did. When i first read the title i wasn't expecting much, but the fanfic is actually amazing and is now one of my favorites and i can't wait until it's done!! Happy half anniversary for Leona Crossing: New Shroud Horizons, yayyyy

Hi hewwo Astro!!! Thanks for dropping by yippee!!!

SO like. The acnh theme is partially like self projecting lol. When I first got to play on a switch I was able to play acnh and honestly really loved it. Spent all summer addicted to acnh. Just the simplicity of catching bugs, fishing, hitting lads with nets, and filling my beach front with junk I just "couldn't sell" was the best thing ever. So I kinda thought like, what if Idia was addicted to acnh (projecting), and what if Leona was jealous of that?? The only thing that could pull me away from acnh was pretty much other acnh things (looking up acnh clothes designs online lol) so I thought it'd be neat if Leona and Idia followed the same pipeline where Leona gets Idia away from his switch through the introduction of an acnh themed event. So, tada!! Acnh leoide vacation! I'm glad to hear you found it cool tho!! I was acnh and leoide delusional I just merged my interests lol. I wonder how my villagers are doing now... (Haven't visited in two months)

Planning out the themed days has honestly been the funnest part, and a few of the themed days I planned that I was looking forward to is coming up! All I had to do was think of things I enjoyed doing in acnh and just... Translate it to the fic, I guess? Seashell gathering was fun, so leoide had a beach walk. I also really enjoyed fishing, so I got them to fish in a pool! They could've caught normal bugs in the bug chapter, but I had so much fun snacking comrades with nets that I thought the shrouds should have the same thrill lol. I almost included diving, but the only pleasure of diving in acnh is just the sight of the endless blue. Getting another hunk of seaweed isn't fun... Anyway yeah, you'll see the rest of my favorite acnh activities soon enough hehe!!

I'm so yippee to hear Leona crossing is like, one of your favorites like yeah!!! That's so cool to hear saying that this is my first fanfic and everything YEAHHH!!!!! AMAZING WOOO!!! Makes me really happy that you've enjoyed my passion project like fr fr!! Can't wait till this is done myself :3c I have some neat plans....... And some of these later chapters I've had planned since the beginning so I'm excited to get to em lol.

Thank you for joining me for the half anniversary of Leona crossing yo!! I hope you'll keep following my silly fic :D

And also, before you go. 🥭 Mango for you

[amukmuk]

6,15,21,24!

Eek! Thank you for the ask! <333

6) something you would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late/complicated to change now

Oh the one thing I really wanted to change I was actually able to fix! In my outline for Undercover everything is the same except the Twilight doesn’t break down. But then I was like, whyy would two people run for a hotel and not their ship? So in chapter three, I added a wee tid bit about how the unreliable hunk of junk finally died lol so that way they have a longer time of and-there-was-only-one-bed! and spend a couple days together pining :3 

15) why did you start writing?

I started writing, in general, in middle school because my best friend did. We would trade stories, though mine were apparently too painful to read, and she eventually quit reading mine altogether XD When I moved away for my graduate program for a while, I felt terribly lonely and dove head first into fandom, the SVU fandom, which is where I published my first ever fanfic <33 Not to be too mushy, but now, I am so grateful for the little corner of community I have found <33 

21) what do you think when you read over your older work?

Personally, I hate reading it. But I’m still really proud of it. I wouldn’t be half the writer I am today if I had never taken that first step of putting those words on paper. At the time, it made me happy and every once and a while a kudos will pop up for it, so I know it is making someone else a little happy too and that is all that matters :3 

24) have you ever become an expert on something you previously knew nothing about, in order to better a scene or a story?

YES. For Intertwined I became an expert on heart surgeries and replacements XD the injury is wildly fictional, but the surgeries, treatments and therapies are all very real things that I spent way too much time researching XD 

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[honestsycrets]

Way Too Close || [AHA x Reader]

“Where is my gift?” “It’s a secret���” (Ivar or Ubbe Alex Hoegh Andersen for @ivarsrideordie)

⇁ Pairing | AHA x Reader (god rest my soul)

⇁ tw | RPF (please know I don’t write RPF usually, so please don’t request me), crazy fan ladies, general floof, and angst.

⇁ summary | you really hate overreacting this– even if you know its someone he’ll likely never see again.

⇁ sy notes | I don’t write AHA. I don’t. But @ivarsrideordie has been really down this christmas season so I wanted to make something for her that would make her feel better. that being said, please don’t request AHA. 

He’s that sort of boy.

You know that Alex has a lot of fans. Some crazier than others, and so when it happened, you tried to understand. But there was something about it that wouldn’t sit well with you. No matter how many times you played it over in your mind, the sight of the Brazilian girl’s arms thrown over his broad shoulders under the magic of a deep green mistletoe, lips against lips, it just-- it was what it was. Maybe he could deal with this geniality but at some point, you had to leave and get some air.

Getting some air led to strutting down the street, and with your heels hooked around your fingers, your blackened feet made their way to the rented apartment through the chilly park. The wind whistles through the high trees, singing softly with the memory of the moment only a few minutes ago during the Christmas exchange at an event.

“Where is my gift?” Annoying Bitch said. You crane your head, catching Alex in an awkward laugh, followed by an equally stunted response. “...it’s a secret,” Alex said, a hint of flirt at the end of that statement. Though, if you’re being honest, that’s simply how he always sounded.

“Oh really,” Standing Way Too Close said, and the moment that followed was something you had seen one too many times. A forced kiss he bowed out of, catching you standing there with eyes otherwise unamused. Alex apologized. So did Not at All Remorseful. “I didn’t-- I never knew you were together.”

“Not together,” you said with a cock of your head. “I’ll catch you later, Alex.”

Still Touching Alex Way Too Much cracks a smile, clearly not fooled and yet-- as he peels her hands from his neck, bending his head as if in an apology, you’re out the front door and down the street.

He clearly had work left to do there. And maybe you had a few too many drinks stumbling through that park because you were so sure he would be busy for the night. Christmas Eve night-- not a usual thing. No, not really. He’s open with communication on these important little dates knowing how you love, and hate, and love them.

This holiday would definitely be a hate.

0914 BEEP BEEP

0824 BEEP BEEP

Your fingers curl at the keypad. Somehow, you made it here, and the keypad has never been more aggravating than it was in that second. And that wasn’t fair, because with dirty feet, a broken heart, and a boozy head-- the last thing you wanted to do was fight with a hunk of junk screen!

“Here,” someone slips beside you and tacks at the metal numbers. “0894.”

A softer beep follows this time, and you all but slump inside toward the elevator-- heading up toward the stupid apartment where you could collapse into sleep and find out how you would explain storming out so unreasonably.

Perhaps you would say that your stomach was upset. That the booze wasn’t treating you well. Or maybe-- maybe you could lie. That was it. You would tell him that… you needed to make a phone call in private. Where you wouldn’t see like that overbearing girl who wouldn’t let her man do his job.

“Thank you,” you say once you both get into the elevator-- because manners are manners. God, the elevator is hot. You slip off the coverall from your shoulders, watching as the hazy numbers definitely begin to change. Even with the fact that you’d not hit anything at all. There’s a pause, then the doors open, and you walk to the shared apartment fumbling with your purse the whole way.

Once inside, you abandon your heels by the door. Your head thumps with the repetitive beat of the music from that afterparty, and when you drop onto the couch, your eyes are glowering at the ceiling. It’s cold-- you light the fireplace, bending down in your mid-thigh length dress. The fire crackles softly in front of you. A pleasant distraction from the mess of an evening when you’re curled up on fluffy blankets, stroking the faux fur on the ground. A notepad sits in front of you. The words all jumble in your mind like a good jigsaw puzzle that needs just a hint of unraveling for the new song you meant to be working on for a client overseas.

Can’t make him change his mind.

Which, right, you think-- that was the hope you had, anyway. The more reasonable side of you says that its impossible to hold him up to the standards you were holding him up to. For most men, that situation would have been a great, big no. He’s spoken for, you could have said, and smacked Bitch Be Touching Too Much so hard that her eyeliner would fly off. But the more reasonable part of you said: Breathe. Relax. Stop-- which is exactly what you end up not doing.

Keys jingle at the front door sometime later. You figure you should go ahead and go to bed, change out of this stupid dress. You find yourself instead laying there, staring at the crackling fire, and replaying the night over and over again. If anything, he looked oddly exhausted with the throwing off the arms and kisses and-- god, what man would be tired of that?

He would. You knew he would. Anyone would. A hundred, a thousand fake smiles-- all those expectations and nowhere to go from them? It would have to be exhaustive. And though that songwriting resulted in a hundred drafts, you knew you couldn’t send any one of those to your clients. Well, maybe. But you should probably leave the bat part out of it. Then again, some artists went for that shit. Psychotic fucks.

“Love,” he says-- and it causes you to turn over, because you’re a sucker for that, as much as you shouldn’t be. The keys settle on the small wooden table just to the right of the door. “Are you awake?”

“Nope,” you answer, flicking the page. “Pretty sure I’m dead.”

There’s a small sound of him slipping out of his silvery shoes behind you. His steps become softer when he slides behind you, running his hand over the small notebook you worked on. You nip him with the tip of your pen.

“I saw you run out. Not so discreet, by the way.” He teases, and you puff out your lips, musing him even further.

“Looks like I won’t be a spy anytime soon.”

“Stick to songwriting,” Alex pauses, flicking through the pages long enough for you to know that he’s reading, and maybe not so amused with what he’s finding on the pages he’s working on.

“I have a song due before Christmas,” you lean over to snatch the journal. Despite the fact that the haze of anger has fizzled out, you’re fixated upon the pad. Because maybe-- just maybe, you could think of something in the mood you were in.

“That doesn’t seem like a Christmas song.”

“I never would have guessed,” you mumble, finding yourself stubbornly pushing up. Alex stops you with his hand upon your shoulder. “Let’s talk about it.”

“What is there to talk about?” You say. “Brazilians have the culo. You like culo. No problem.”

“Brazilians don’t speak Spanish.”

“It’s in South America. Close enough,” you say, sitting right side up. This manner of speaking, well, it’s deflection. There’s no if, ands, or butts-- (heh, see what you did there), about it.

“What is this really about?” Alex’s voice strains when he speaks again, and you’re more on edge by this point. Your shoulders, tense. Your eyes, to the ground. Yeah, jokes aside, your head hurt about as much as your heart.

“It’s probably just this new song.”

“Are you going to keep lying?” He’s probably tired, and though cuddling by the fireplace would have been preferable, Alex knows that there’s something eating at you that you just can’t make into words. A stab of self-loathing churns in your stomach, and you know you have to do something to stop this avoidance. You relax against him, staring at the brightest part of the fireplace until your eyes give away.

“The kisses,” you respond, failing in your smile. “They’re tiring.”

And he knows-- he knows how tiring it is. On-screen, that was one thing. Off the screen, well, those kisses should have been yours. Well, and his insane friends. You couldn’t forget them either.

“You know I can’t help that.”

“I know. They’re like flies,” you say. Your eyes close, and you try your best to shut out the heartbreak like you usually do. “Why don’t you age already?”

“Might make it worse,” he grins, cheesily so. “Could be a silver fox.”

“You’re impossible,” you muse, pushing his shoulder tersely. “How am I to do anything with you?”

He scoffs a little, eyes flitting down over your shoulder, and tightens his hold around your waist. There was nothing to be done or said, but you’re within confidence that he didn’t really mean to do what he did. Things like this-- they just… happened.

“You don’t,” he muses. “You love me and forget the rest.”

It sounds like the headliner for the next song. Your fingers tingle, reaching toward your notes. He stops you, bringing his hands back around to cradle yours around your waist. “Forget work for a minute,” he says. “Maybe for a whole night.”

“What do I get instead, hm?”

“Christmas cuddles.”

“Yeah,” You recline back, shifting into him when he kisses you upon on your cheek. The silence of the night is outlined by the soft heave and drop of his chest. At the end of the day, he’s here. WIth you-- and that’s what matters. “Yeah, I guess that works too.”

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A few stray thoughts [Wrapping up watching Voltron S7]

But okay, first off I want to say this is obviously spoilery so don’t like, don’t read.

Also, my opinion will probs be a bit contradictory to most of the tumblr voltron fans, but bare with me here, I just wanted to point out some interesting things...

Okay so first, I just wanted to say the the ‘Family Feud’ rip off ep made me want to gag, and the only thing I liked about it was Pidge being smart enough to fool ‘Bob the host’ into letting his guard down so she could attack him.

Also, why? was it even needed? at all???? Honestly, the whole ep was like an animated bad work of fiction, and I seriously cannot believe the writers would pull this kinda crap so late in the series.

Moving on, there were points in the show that had me excited but there was also low points were I just wanted the story to move on and I felt like they were trying too hard to connect crucial moments and ended up adding in random junk because they had no idea what to fill in.

For example, the druid fight and finding Kolivan could’ve been shortened way down and honestly nothing would’ve changed.

Also, can we just talk about how Kolivan was being held? And (possibly) waterboarded?!? When I first saw that I was like, ‘woah, holy shit guys. That’s not okay. That’s not an okay thing to do/show’. That was fucking terrifying to watch, and even if he wasn’t being treated that way, the fact alone that he was being held in the air by rope in a very painful position is very scary and if Kolivan was real I would’ve been seriously concerned how tf he lasted so long without losing circulation to at least his extremities.

‘The Last Stand’ was where I began regaining my interest in the story as finally we got to see Sam back on Earth, and hot damn did he ever deliver the justice that the Garrison deserved. 

I also liked Iverson not ending up being a jerk, and was honestly just trying to keep the peace and do the right thing. It was a huge improvement, and whether or not he deserved this change in character, he reminded the audience that people can change and become better, which is something I can get behind 100%. :)

(Lol, tho I totally predicted the lady commander being evil. She had her head too far up her butt to see the light of day. Doesn’t mean I agree with her dying tho :U)

Anyways, I love how Sam just ends up taking the reigns, being an overall wonderful/kind man, and laying down the law just flat out instead of trying to play nice and let Earth be mowed over by the Galra. (Would’ve liked to have heard from other global powers about what their thoughts were on this whole plan, but meh I guess that would’ve been too crazy to write with everything else going on.)

What I didn’t expect was how long they were going to focus on the Garrison arc, and like, all the people inside. Like, that’s fine I guess? but it made me worry that we were going to be seeing something like Go!Lion or have another voltron team or something, and really the only 2 people on the fighter team we knew were Keith’s rival? and Lance’s sister, but the other people might as well have just been random civilians because idk what their background was other than they were good pilots. 

(also was the blond chick autistic or something? idk she just seemed a little less socially adept and more like a calculating computer, and god would I have loved it if they said she was and showed more about her and the other people because I can just sense a story behind them...)

It was cool seeing Earth tech and Altean tech work to make the Atlas, but seriously? SERIOUSLY?!?!? You just HAD to make another voltron toy to sell didn’t you Dreamworks? V_V

Why did you make Shiro be the pilot? Why did the Atlas have to become the new Castle of the Lions? How come Coran couldn’t help with anything aboard it? HOW COME THE SHIP DIDN’T FREAKING BLOW UP AFTER THAT FIRST SPACE SHOT?!?

All of this felt weird and odd, and like now that it is the new CotL, idk what to think. It’s just odd to have a bunch of military/space cadets running about on a ship and listening to young adults/teenaged voltron pilots tell them what to do to help in a war.

Also, how come we didn’t see anything about the humans as slaves in Galra encampments? Like, is humanity screwed now? The galara did blow up their satellites, how will Earth work the same?

This was literally 9/11-WWIV to them. Which is so bizarre.

The paladins literally came back to an Earth that, for all they knew, was completely obliterated, and they were just walking over corpses. (There had to be some. There was no way every human on that planet evacuated in time.) That thought alone is weird to think about in a Y7 kids production.

Not to mention the fact that this even happened at all?? Like, I get the fear of Earth being destroyed is a terrifying thing, but the writers just kept dangling it over our heads so much that for a bit I genuinely believed that the amount of bs going on against the heroes would just pile up and the Earth was just going to be fucking obliterated by how many holes were in their plans. The only thing keeping me from that was the fact that there would be no show if they did that, but that’s not a very comforting thought, nor does it make me want to root for everyone. What’s the point when you know how it’s going to end?

Idk, it was so out of place I felt like I was watching an entirely different show. Since when did the paladins ever fight like military pilots? Why and how were there random pockets of human resistance that could somehow communicate to each other? How tf did the Garrison come up with tech to stop the drones from sending out signals to each other? Why didn’t they use that to stop Sendak’s ships???

Granted, there was some solid planning (mostly from Sam) that was genuinely smart (like the mini satellites they used that were too tiny and so many that the Galra couldn’t shoot at them); but most of everything after ‘The Last Stand’ episodes became a giant martyr after giant martyr of the team defying the odds but not having time to catch their breath. And that last robeast? I get why they needed to show off where the Altean colony went to, but the fight was lackluster compared to fighting Sendak’s whole fucking army and winning. (Even Allura complains about this, showing how self aware this show actually is when they put their thinking hats on).

The fact that the robeast was even that fucking powerful in the first place was insanity and why would you even have an impossible to beat villain take down the most hard to kill heroic team anyways? Aren’t we trying to show how friendship saves the day? Why give Shiro that credit? What the hell does he have that the paladins don't?

Apparently a big fucking ship named Atlas. That’s what.

And now we move onto my biggest grievance: The deaths and near-deaths of characters.

Why. Just why?

It was so poorly done, and kinda random. Adam didn’t get the screen time the writers were building up for him. All of Shiro’s problems, his degenerative disease, his near death again after the clone body tried to reject him (which ‘thank you Shiro’ we ‘totally’ need to be reminded how much shit you went through when you were talking with Lance about it. Not cool), and then his new arm trying to kill him? Dealt with in like 5 seconds. False alarm! Shiro’s totally not gonna die this time! ( ͡ಠ ͜ʖ ͡ಠ)

But I think the worst one was at the end when Shiro is giving that speech to the  humans with the lions standing behind him not online after we’d just seen them crash land on Earth in a fiery blaze, and honestly??? I thought they were dead.

Goodbye my sweet precious babies, you died protecting Earth and now the fucking Garrison is gonna end up showing those knock-off paladin cadets into the lions and things are gonna be okay again~!

No joke, that’s what I thought. 

But then suddenly they’re fine? In a hospital??? Why???? WHAT?!?!?!?

Cue music overture with a montage of everyone’s families and friends coming to say hello to them (instead of explaining wtf happened to all of them) and lots of hugging and oh yeah we forgot about Matt so here’s two frames of him with his weird android girlfriend? thing and long ponytailed head.

Cute, real heartwarmer with Shay suddenly having an entire fucking Balmeran transport her to Hunk. (omg think of how that’s affecting Earth’s gravity atm, the ocean tides r gonna b so screwed over).

Anyways, I did begrudgingly like the new season; but only barely, and I was nowhere near as excited watching this one as I was with previous seasons. There was too much testing my suspension of disbelief, not enough breathers during the last bit, and just overall confusion from all the devastation and chaos caused by Sendak. (Where the hell is Haggar?????)

Overall the story seemed to be trying too hard, and I’m not happy with that. I want Season 8 to smooth over some of this, but I don’t have the highest of hopes. I honestly just want to see my paladin children happy and not fighting a war, and I don’t want to focus on random secondary characters anymore. I want fulfillment, I want the paladins to come to some sense of self satisfaction and growth, regardless of the shipping.

Season 7 took two steps forwards and two steps back with the character development. They progressed Hunk and Sam, but regressed Lance and the others a bit. Coran has officially become the doorstop, with Shiro getting a whole army to command, and random secondary cadets acting like their the lead characters of the show.

I don’t want that. I want the normalcy the show has had up till now. I just want back regular Voltron.

[reality-imagined]

Schematics

Part X

SWU Poe x Female!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Flirting, Cursing?

Word Count: 1378

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the Star Wars characters or plots mentioned. All rights reserved to Lucasfilm and the writers/creators of The Last Jedi.

Masterlist

           If evacuating the base felt like pandemonium, then there were no words to describe what was happening now on Crait. You and the people around you were all that was left of the Resistance, and you didn’t even want to think about counting out that number. The significance and weight of that thought weighed heavily on everyone’s mind as they fought for survival. You couldn’t help but wish for the security and hominess of D’Qar once more, but the thought of the old base only left you with more grievance rather than a sense of security.

           You had to physically shake those thoughts from your head as you set do to the task in front of you. You stood, staring at the wiring and main panel to one of the speeders left behind on the deserted base. It was the only option your few pilots had and, despite your lack of expertise when it came to air crafts, Poe still stood behind you - insisting you look at it. Even though you weren’t quite sure what you were looking at…

           “You know more about these things than I do…” You murmured, trying to at least find somewhere to plug in your data pad to try and run a diagnostic report. Was this thing so outdated it didn’t have an electronic diagnostic output? You blanched at that thought.

           “I’ve never piloted a speeder like this, Y/N. Is there anything you can tell me?” You could tell he was trying desperately to keep his tone cool and neutral, but anyone could tell that even the best pilot in the, what was left, of the Resistance was on edge about the odds. You were frustrated, not at him, but the fact that despite all of your studies and work towards being the best at your many jobs – this one you were utterly failing at. And this was not a time to be failing.

           “All I know is that it looks like it uses a… thingy to stabilize it as it moves.”

           Poe deadpanned, “A thingy.”

           “I told you I don’t know about these hunks of junk, Dameron.” 

           “It’s called a mono-ski.” 

           You and Poe both turned around to see Rose, looking at you a bit concerned. So your terminology was a bit off, at least you were able to find the main control panel amongst the rust and panels that were barely hanging on.

           “Perfect. Teach him. I’m gonna… go do something else.” You gave a Poe a pat on the shoulder and Rose a smile before b-lining it out of there. You hated not being the best at whatever task was set before you and now was not the time to let that little bug eat away at your thoughts.

           As soon as you reached the control room, you didn’t hesitate to start helping Connix with sending out distress signals to allies. Suna and Raena looked at each other, hope in their eyes that their own planets would come to the rescue. You tried to drone out the announcement of the ski-speeders being deployed, as well as the subsequent sound of blaster rounds. You couldn’t ignore the worried tone in Rose’s voice and the fact that the blaster sounds were getting increasingly closer until a loud crash was heard from, where you imagined, the ground forces lay. You couldn’t bear to look out the large windows to see the ski speeders racing towards the ginormous machinery that the Force Order had or the destruction that was already taking place.

           There was a commotion that you couldn’t make out because of multitasking and sensory overload, not to mention a level of anxiety that you had never experienced before. Your limits were constantly being tested and driven, and just when you thought you’ve bared all that you could – something else goes terribly wrong. Whatever had happed sounded hopeful, like back-up had arrived, and you held on to that hopefulness as you continued working. Leia would pace, then pause to really listen to what was happening outside, then pace once more. 

           “We’re taking on a lot of loses.” 

           All eye turned to the main monitor in the middle of the room then, doubtfulness and worry clouding everyone’s eyes. 

           “Please don’t do anything heroic.” You whispered to yourself, joining Suna and Raena at the main monitor. Poe’s static voice mentioned something about what they had planned being a suicide mission and you felt your heart drop. It wasn’t unlike your pilot do something stupidly valiant in an effort to save the day. But Finn was the one not listening this time, and you felt absolutely no relief - sure, you had only known and spoken with him briefly. But Finn was important to Poe and that meant something to you. The vulptices shook with unease as the dust began to fall from the ceiling due to the laser cannon slowing melting away the thick metal door keeping the First Order out. 

           Communication was shut between Rose and Finn’s speeders at nearly the same time, you were unsure what that entirely meant and didn’t have time to think much more of it. The red circle continuously growing on the metal door meant that whatever Finn had intended either didn’t happen or didn’t work. Before you could finish that thought, the door exploded under the magnitude of the laser, shattering the glass windows of the control room. A large gaping hole was left amidst a blazing fire - giving the First Order an easy entry. 

           Connix and D’Acy gave the worst news that could’ve happened in that moment. 

           No one, in the entire galaxy, was coming to aid in what was left of the Resistance. You all were alone. No hope. No salvation. Nothing. There were no words to describe what you felt. Of all the emotions that had passed through your systems in past hours, a feeling of nothings flowed through your veins. And you almost felt appreciative, maybe it would make seeing the end easier. Suna and Raena exchanged horrified looks. Their families, from two entirely separate planets – in two different rims of the galaxy, didn’t even send support or respond. You felt for them as they realized the magnitude of their family’s silence and lack of support.

           Leia gently sat back on the table behind her in defeat. There was nothing you could do or say to console her, but you felt that the least you could do was place a hand on hers to let her know that - despite this being the end, she wasn’t alone. 

           “The spark… is out.” she sighed, just as a figure approached from the back of the room. Your nerves stood on edge as you weren’t sure who this person was. If they were friendly or from the First Order, but you didn’t move from beside Leia as they approached. “Luke.” she finally breathed. 

           Oh. oh. You instantly took few steps back then. That was Luke freaking Skywalker. You knew now was not the time to fangirl, or mention how cool you thought the Force was or the stories that Leia had shared with you, so you just stood there. Probably looking a bit lost and shell-shocked, but you couldn’t look away from their exchange. Leia made a joke about her hair and you moved to stand with C3-PO as they started talking about the General’s son - Kylo. 

           Their exchange was short and Luke walked by C3-PO and you. The droid acknowledged him, to which Luke gave a wink. You wish you could’ve thought of something more meaningful to say but all you could manage was a weak and nervous:

           “Hi.”

           He gave a nod and continued his way and you couldn’t help but compare your embarrassment from this exchange to nearly all your exchanges with Poe.

On the embarrassment scale, this was worse. Way worse. 

           You returned to stand beside Leia, who was now looking out at the bay-like windows. The First Order had approached quickly, but that wasn’t what surprised you. Luke was walking out alone, facing the military force of the First Order. You looked to Leia with apprehension in your eyes but she didn’t look at you, her own eyes were glued to her brother who facing an entire army alone.

A/N: I have an idea for a sequel... which wasn’t what I wasn't intended but given that I have some freedom with how TLJ ended... idk I’m gonna mull over that a bit and actually see how you guys like the final part (which is only two posts away!) before I start really thinking about it lol As always, thanks for reading! ❤️

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