#breha organa and reader

[tsotf-fic]

♚ chapter 1 - when stars collide ♛

iii. the ward

As they approached the party, Y/N gasped. The palace itself matched the over-extravagance of the partygoers: hundred-foot-long velvet tapestries depicting the glory of the Empire decorated the front of the former Jedi Temple in a way seemingly designed to mock its ancient history. The statues of ancient Jedi sages had long been torn down, replaced by a single statue of the Emperor looming over the center of the stairway. Stormtroopers flanked the sides of the building, stony and unmoving, threatening any onlookers who would dare to step a toe out of line.

"Are there normally this many stormtroopers stationed outside of the Imperial Palace?" Leia asked, careful to sound as innocent as possible. It wasn't entirely fake; stormtroopers were nonexistent on Alderaan, so any eavesdropper would assume she was purely unaccustomed to their presence.

"It is standard protocol," Her father responded, and then he lowered his voice. "Although... something about this doesn't feel quite right to me, either."

Y/N shivered. Without saying anything, Leia intertwined their fingers, not quite grasping her hand but still holding on to her as they ascended the palace steps.

A crimson-plated protocol droid stood off to the side of the massive doors at the palace entrance. The palace guards had their staffs crossed, blocking entry to anyone who dared to enter uninvited. Not that anyone would–palace security had a reputation for being both impenetrable and merciless, and although there hadn’t been any incidents as of late, no one dared to find out just what the repercussions would be. There were rumors, however. It was best not to think of them. 

The droid straightened up as they approached, greeting them in a posh, mellifluous voice. “Greetings, loyal citizens of the Empire. I am L-3PO, official Imperial liaison between organics and robotics, tasked tonight with welcoming guests to this most wonderful event. I’ll have to check to see that you’re on the guest list and verify your identities–this will only take a moment!” 

Datapad in hand, the droid scrolled through with their stylus, and Y/N could only begin to imagine how long the list was; just how many planets, and people…

"Presenting the Alderaanian Delegation,” L-3PO said, reading from the illuminated screen. “Her Majesty, Queen Breha Organa, and His Highness, Viceroy Bail Organa.” 

The royal couple bowed and made their way through the doors, pausing just behind the entrance to wait for the girls.

L-3PO spoke again. “Her Highness, Princess Leia Organa, and…?” The droid looked over at Y/N skeptically, mechanical eyes glinting, and she froze. Leia’s eyes flicked between Y/N and her parents nervously, silently begging for their help as Y/N stood unresponsive.

Breha looked over at the frightened girl and stepped in. "Lady Y/N Alde, our ward."

"Oh–my deepest apologies, Your Highness, it took a moment for my database to recognize her face! Forgive my slight malfunction," L-3PO apologized, and the guards backed away, lowering their staffs. "Her Grace, Lady Y/N Alde."

A flame rose to Y/N’s cheeks as she stepped forward, praying her makeup would hide her humiliation as she went to join her party. A few sympathetic glances were thrown her way, but she chose to ignore them, save for the eyes of the princess–eyes that held no patronizing pity. Only anger.

fanfiction by @kaleidoscope1967eyes

[countrymusiclover]

Her Life Means Everything readers I am trying to write them into the Legacies Star Wars episode.

Lizzie is Princess Leia

Josie is R2D2

Ethan is Han Solo

Hope is Rey

Alaric is Ben/Obi-Wan Kenobi (If I am thinking right)

[speaknow-sw]

𝓘𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓽 𝓐𝒇𝒇𝓪𝓲𝓻

HEADCANONS FORM! Summary : in which you move in your new house in front of a very hot, very dad and very married man. But Anakin Skywalker is a gentle and caring neighbor. Gardenias appear in your garden and you befriended his wife. Soon enough you fit in this neighborhood though a little crush linger…

Ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ: mdni, dad! Anakin Skywalker, older married man, reader is 25 and Anakin’s 33, mentions of vaginal fingering, pining, cheating ?

AN : GUYS FIRST WORK !!! Okay actually very stressed to post this but I’m sure you’ll be indulgent. Please ? It’s just a part 1 tho idk when I’ll post part 2. Again I’m not fluent in English but please feel free to correct any error. The real stuff happens in part 2 cuz it’s just a plot installation. Hope y’all like my silly little idea.

You and Anakin met when you moved across the street. As a gentleman, he welcomed you and helped with all your boxes. One look and you both knew you were spiraling down an unforgivable path. 

« Excuse me Miss. Do you need help ? » Anakin asked gently. 

« Oh yes, thank you so much » you replied, blushing.

« Just moved in ? It’s a nice neighborhood. The name’s Anakin Skywalker. I live just across the street. » he pointed the white house with blue shutters in front of yours. 

« Well, yes I’m moving in. I hope we’ll become good neighbors. » you smiled  brightly. 

« Don’t doubt it. You seem a lot nicer than old Palps who lived here before you, » he laughed placing a boxes on your counter. « He died of cardiac arrest in his daughter’s house. But around here we say he died strangled in his bitterness. » he joked.

« Seems like a lovely man. » you chuckled.

When he finished helping you he invited you over at his house where you met his lovely…wife, Padmé. As you talked with them a pair of toddlers ran down the stairs. Anakin presented them as Luke and Leia his kids. Adorable, you thought. 

After that first day you crossed Anakin path a numerous time. Every morning you would leave for work around the same time giving each other a light « Hello » and a meaningful gaz, like electricity sparkling between you.

After some months like this, you strangely begun to see gardenias appearing in the back of your garden. 

Sundays barbecue were a common gathering for your neighborhood. Mr. Kenobi, the barbecue king for the five previous years hosting every one of them. Him and his wife Satine were the sweetest people you’ve ever met. Like a good neighbor you attented every barbecues and gained a little group of friends consisting of Padmé, Satine and Breha Organa, the mayor wife’s. 

You couldn’t help but stare at Anakin back as he was talking with the other dads. His broad shoulders draped in an olive t-shirt and his nice butt constricted in a cream pant. Ovulation cravings were getting out of hands. God…this man sense of fashion could kill you on the spot with how effortlessly handsome he was. A married man, older than you, with kids…but so sweet and manly… Only when you turned to help Breha you missed Anakin gazing at you from afar. 

Soon enough, Satine ran out of sodas for the kids. The Skywalker twins, Elledi and Fiari Organa, Cal Kenobi and many more kids were running in the gardens like crazy little gremlins. Tired of hearing their little voices complaining about having a glass of Fanta you took the matter in your hands and said you could go to the store. Suddenly a voice echoed.

« I got packs of Fanta in the closet at home. » proposed softly Anakin. 

« Wonderful, my dear why won’t you accompany Anakin in his house to retrieve the sodas instead of taking the car ? » said a cheerful Satine. 

« Oh…hm…yes, yes I can do that… » you stuttered a bit shy. 

« You’re coming ? » Anakin called, his keys tingling gently in his right hand.

Your gaze fixated on his veiny hands and his long fingers. Your mind went wild with how good his fingers would be buried inside your clenching pussy. Maybe they could even reach that little area deep into you where you see stars. Your arousal grew and soon you felt your cunt being wetter than ten minutes ago. Fantasizing about him as you walked behind him silently, you didn’t saw he stopped in front of you and crashed against his back. 

« Hey, hey, hey, I gotcha. » you heard before feeling strong arms wrapping against your stumbling form. You blinked at him shocked by the whole situation directly from a bad Christmas rom-com. 

« You okay, kid ? » asked Anakin his beautiful face ruined by a frown. 

« Uh…yeah, m’great thanks to you… » you muttered as you felt heat crawling on your cheeks. 

« Alright, here, the sodas are in this closet. » he pointed an open door under his stairs. You nodded looking right in his eyes as your breath hitched. Your gaze lowered at your joined chest as your breasts were pressed against his muscular pecs with how tight he was holding you. You felt his breath on your forehead and raised your head to look at him not without checking his lips. His hold on you tightened slightly and you flushed. 

You darted your eyes around the house unable to held the eye contact and as you wandered through the furniture of the closet your eyes widened.

On the shelf beside a toolbox was placed a white gardenia similar at the ones which appeared on your gardens…

To be continued….

[marveloustimestwo]

Would you mind doing something for yandere Anakin finding out his 3rd child was taken to mandalore, maybe smth Abt him trying to force their helmet off? Only if you want! Thank you so much if you decide to!

Thank you for the request!

Warnings: Yandere themes, Reader was raised in a cult (aka the Watch), kidnapping, and Anakin crosses Reader's boundaries.

Anakin would be such a hypocrite when it comes to his Mandalorian-raised child.

Like, even if he had his suit in this scenario, he doesn't really register the boundaries of not wanting the helmet to be taken off. He would viciously kill anybody for trying to take off his own helmet or trying to take off yours either, but when it comes to him?

He's your dad, obviously, he's the exception.

He spent so long not even knowing you existed. Finding out that not only does he have two kids, but three, it's gut-wrenching.

When you, Luke, and Leia were all separated as babies, your brother was sent to your father's home planet while your sister was taken in by Bail and Breha Organa. You ended up in the hands of the Children of the Watch.

Growing up, you never know about your real parentage. You assumed that you were an orphan like everyone else in the Watch, and you were raised with their teachings and beliefs.

You were raised as a warrior, never to take off your helmet around those outside of your family.

When you became of age, you left the Watch to go out on your own. You knew of the Sith Darth Vadar, of what he had done to the universe, but you had always operated under the assumption that there was nothing you could do about it. After all, you were just an inexperienced Mandalorian.

It's a few years later when you found out that you actually had family out there. Unfortunately, that revelation wasn't under the best circumstances.

You were the only one of your siblings to have not met the other two. Even after learning that you were out there from Obi-Wan, both Leia and Luke decided it was best to keep you out of their mess.

After learning this same information from reading Luke's mind, Darth Vadar dragged you right into the mess instead.

Vadar had resources all over. Considering how the Watch had let you keep your last name, it was quite easy for him to track down the Mandalorian named Skywalker.

The skills you learned from the Watch would do you no good in the face of what Anakin was willing to do to get you, and soon enough, you're trapped on his ship with all of your weapons taken from you.

And surprise, surprise! Anakin also wants your armor to be taken from you as well.

He wants to see what his child looks like, and wants to speak to you without that annoying mask getting in the way.

Protesting and fighting will only get you so far.

What do you mean your armor is integral to your religion? Oh, so only your family can see what you look like underneath it.

Well, you're in luck, kid, cause your blood-related father is standing right in front of you! Anakin will force everyone else to leave, but the helmet is still coming off.

Anakin is incredibly stubborn, and when it comes to you, he's also pretty delusional. You're his child and he was kept from you long enough. Just let him have this.

[tunkers05]

knight in shining beskar, pt. 1 | din djarin x princess!reader

A/N: i've been rewatching mandalorian and I needed to write something about him. feedback is very much appriciated!

tags: canon divergence, afab reader, reader is mentioned to have hair but not much more of a physical description than that

wc: 2k ish

Sweat dripped down my brow as I ran through the wooded jungles of Adelphi. My dress is being snagged on branches, but I don’t have time to think about this. Just hours ago I was with my fiance visiting the New Republic base here. Now I am running away from New Republic soldiers all because my husband has lied to me, and them. I can hear their speeders catching up to me, even with my large jumpstart. 

I felt my luck changing as I saw a large silver ship with the hull open. I turned behind me and saw none of the soldiers behind me yet. I made a beeline for the ship. I quickly turned my head and saw the refresher door. It was cramped but would serve as my hiding spot until the Republic passed me. I tried catching my breath while staying silent. I was praying to the gods that whoever owned this ship wouldn’t choose now to shower. Right as I had that thought, I heard the thuds of boots coming down a ladder. I held my breath and closed my eyes tightly. 

“Can I help you?”, I heard a modulated voice say. For a moment, I thought they had found me out. I was quickly proved wrong by hearing two other distinct voices.

“Hello. We are looking for a runaway. Have you seen anyone lurking around?”, A gruff voice said. I recognized this one as the person who was chasing after me. 

“No. It is just me.”, the previous voice responded. I felt a sigh quietly escape and relief washes over me. There was a long quiet pause until I heard the Republic soldiers say thanks and leave. I stayed still, waiting for the ship’s owner to slowly return to where they were. It seemed like that would never come. The assumed 30 seconds felt like hours. 

The silence was broken by the same robotic voice from earlier, “They’re gone. Can you come out now and tell me why you’re on my ship?”. A stark chill ran through my body but I couldn’t make myself move. I felt like prey facing a predator, and I wasn’t even sure what the predator was. I guess too long had passed because the voice spoke up again, “I won’t ask again.”. I let out a shaky breath and pressed the button to open the refresher door. Slowly I walked out and was taken aback by who stood in front of me.

He was tall, taller than most people. Honestly, maybe he wasn’t and it was just his bulky shiny armor. I couldn’t see his face, but his puncturing gaze was there all the same. I had never seen anyone dressed like him. The clone troopers of the Empire were the closest I could think of, but something told me this person was different. Again, the person in front of me was annoyed by my actions and gruffly spoke, “I thought I made myself clear. What are you doing on my ship?”.

His tone was one that struck primal fear into me. Judging by his aura, I was right to think of myself as prey in this situation. I meekly spoke, “My name is (y/n) Organa..  I am a princess from Alderaan.”.

His stance did not change as he processed what I had said, “Alderaan is gone. It has been for a long time.”

“I know. I am related to Leia Organa. Well not really, my parents are Bail and Breha Organa. And her parents are them but she is still my sister. I mean I haven’t seen her in a long time. Not since I was a child because I was sent away, so I wasn’t on Alderaan when it was destroyed. Obviously, because here I am”, I said quickly. I feared if I couldn’t prove who I was, then I would be killed and I was avoiding that. It felt like that was coming to fruition because he didn’t say anything for a long time. He just looked at me with his shiny helmet and vacant visor. 

He broke the silence, “And why were you running from the Republic?”

The whole day came crashing down on me. This was the first moment I had been able to process what had happened. I wasn’t really sure what had happened and I was scared that would be my downfall in this situation. “My husband had lied to them. They thought we had loyalty to them and I guess he didn’t.”, I explained. 

“You didn’t do anything yet you’re on the run.”

“I know what it sounds like! My husband and I, we aren’t close. I don’t know much about him, let alone his business!”, I said in my defense. And we were back to him just looking at me, and for some reason that made me more mad than being chased and shot at. “Listen, one moment I was sitting alone eating lunch, and next thing I know sirens are going off and my aid is telling me to run. I didn’t really have time to explain to them that I wasn’t associated with my husband’s lies.” He paused even longer than before while I stood there seething. First I am betrayed by a man I’ve spent years with, then I get chased through the woods in my favorite pale blue dress and flats, and now I am being interrogated by someone who seems to have no sympathy for my cause. And yeah, maybe I did trespass onto his ship, but I needed to care only about myself at that moment. 

“Are you lying to me?”, he asks after our longest bout of silence yet.

“What do I have to gain from lying?”

“Lack of accountability from your actions.”, he said with what almost sounded like an amused scoff.

“I know you don’t know me, but I can swear to you on all the gods that I know absolutely nothing about what is going on. I barely talk to my husband, so how could I be a part of whatever he did? I just needed to get away from the Republic, and your ship was the only cover I could find.”, I said as calmly as I could. I still felt the adrenaline coursing through me as I waited for his response. I don’t know why I cared so much that he believed me. I think it started with not wanting to be killed but it seems to have morphed in me. I needed him to believe me, just to have someone believe me. 

He sighs, “Okay. Now you have to leave. They have probably left by now.”

This might have been the worst thing he could have said. Where would I go? I wouldn’t know where to start, this is the first time I have been on this planet. Surely they won’t stop looking for me, and I have no doubt my husband would sell me out if he could. These racing thoughts did nothing to soothe the beating of my heart. “I can’t. They will… kill me if they find me, or do something worse than that. I don’t even know where I would go. I haven’t spoken to my sister in years,” I said as I felt an anxious sweat bead on my brow. 

The silver-plated man placed his hands on his hips, “That is not my problem. “

“Maybe I could come with you! I could find my sister and stay with her!”, I pleaded, as this was the only idea I could come up with. He obviously was not amused in the slightest at this proposition. “Please! I can pay you! I’m a princess, and not because of who I married,” I felt desperation creeping up on me. This really was my only option. I could almost see the gears turning in his head as I mentioned money. 

“You said you’re an Organa?”

“Yes! My sister’s name is Leia.”

He released another deep sigh, “I will take you to her, nothing else. And it will cost you 2000 credits. It’s not a cheap business to potentially make enemies of the New Republic.”

“Done. I promise”, I replied, not making any attempt to hide my relief. 

“Do you know where she is?”

“The last I heard she was on Chandrila with family.” I hadn’t spoken to Leia, but I still tried to keep tabs. I know of the important part she played in the destruction of the Death Star and everything before that. I also knew of her husband and son. Chandrila used to be the New Republic base, but it has since moved. Leia and her family still stayed there after the birth of her son Ben. Like I said, I had kept tabs. 

“A trip from the Outer Rim to the Core Words is a long one, even in hyperspace.”

“I can throw in another thousand credits”, I said quickly, not wanting to give him even an opportunity to take back his promise, “You have my word. I will pay you 3000 credits, and be out of your hair as soon as I can be.”

“Okay, deal. But you don’t ask for any detours and I drop you off, nothing more”, he said with a stern voice. As if I would try to take advantage of this situation. I still wasn’t sure this man wouldn’t kill me the moment I let my guard down. 

“I promise I will not make this hard for you,” right as I finished my sentence I heard a small cooing from the bunk area of the ship. I turned back to the man in confusion. 

“That is my… son. You are not to mess with him,” he said, opening the bunk and holding a small green baby. My heart melted at the sight of the child. The kid grumbled again at the realization of a new person. 

“I promise I won't. I love kids! I can babysit for you! I’m sure he is just the sweetest little guy.” I resisted the urge to reach out to him, even though I wanted to hold the little guy so much. 

“Maybe.”, the man said as he set the child down. The child immediately rushed to my legs and cooed up at me. “Hey kid, leave her alone,” the man said sternly.

I crouched down and scratched under his chin, “Oh he's okay! He’s not doing anything wrong.” The child leaned into my touch, and I felt a warmth of joy spread over me. I never had any interest in having kids, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t get along with them. After a long beat of silence, I realized I didn’t know the name of the man I was with. “So, um, what is your name? I should at least know that if I’m going to be on your ship for a little while.”

He paused oddly long for what I seemed to think was a very easy question, “I am a Mandalorian.”

I tilted my head at this. I had only really heard of Mandalorians but not in a long time. I thought they were all gone. “That’s cool but what is your name?”, I said as I continued to play with the child who was now messing with my hair. 

“You can call me Mandalorian.”

I scrunch my nose at that, “Can I call you Mando?”

“Yes, that is fine.”, Mando said curtly. He walked away to close the hull, “I have some spare clothes if you want them.”

I looked down at my dress, seeing that it was dirtier than I anticipated. My cheeks flushed at the fact I looked as tarnished as I did. I wasn’t used to being seen in any state of disarray, let alone in front of a stranger I met mere moments ago. “Thank you, I would appreciate that.”

He rummaged through one of the many closets and pulled out a small pile of fabric. He handed them to me and I grabbed them. I rose to my normal height and held the clothes to my chest, “I am going to change in the refresher”. He nodded, grabbed the child, and went up to the cockpit. 

I trudged to the refresher and turned on the stark white, hospital lighting. I turned to the small mirror and was shocked at what I looked like. There were specks of dirt lining my whole appearance and leaves in my hair. I felt my dried sweat all over my body. I turned to the shower in the refresher, making the executive decision that it would be okay. 

Once I was out, I put on the new clothes “Mando” gave me. It was a simple tan tunic, black loose pants, and black slip-on shoes. I felt immensely better now that I had clean clothes and wasn’t covered in dirt. I exited the refresher and placed my old clothes in the trash chute. There was no salvaging what I was wearing. It felt nice to throw away something from what could be one of the worst days of my life. The cockpit door was open, so I climbed up to speak to Mando.

The child perked up and waddled over to me. “Hey, little guy! Did you miss me?”. He motioned for me to pick him up and who was I to say no to that? 

The Mandalorian turned his chair around, “I see you showered.”

I felt my cheeks grow warm with embarrassment, “Yeah, I did. I hope that was okay.”

“It is”, he nodded as he turned back to look out the front. 

“I was wondering if it would be okay if I slept. It’s been a long day.”

Without turning around, he replied nonchalantly, “You don’t need to ask me for permission. There is a cot you can place on the floor. I would prefer you not to sleep in my bunk.”

I nodded even though I knew he wasn’t looking at me, “Okay, I understand”. I turned to the little guy, still entranced by my hair like earlier, “I’m sorry, buddy.” I placed him down and turned to leave. I paused, “Thank you. I appreciate everything.” The Mandalorian grunted in response which I guess was his version of you’re welcome. 

So, I left and went down to the hull. I got the cot out and laid down. As my head touched the flat pillow, I felt the jostling of the ship leaving the planet's surface. I wasn’t sure if sleep would happen but I at least knew I was safer than I was hours ago. 

[amerrierworld]

Ten Years

Summary: You never thought you'd see him again. Yet there he was.

Characters: Obi-Wan x gn!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: SPOILERS for Kenobi (2022). Reunion fluff. If folks want more of this, let me know...

You had been helping clean up the dishwasher droids when Queen Breha Organa had poked her head in the kitchens. All of you scampered to attention, and she chuckled, waving her hand and telling all the staff to relax.

“No reason to be so flustered, everyone,” she smiled kindly. “Y/N, could we see you for a moment?”

You blinked in surprise, before dropping your oil-stained cloth and apron on your chair and following the Queen from the kitchens.

She walked briskly down the hallway and you hurried to keep up, curious as to what was going on. You had been employed with the Organas for a decade now, had served and cleaned in every nook and cranny of their estate, and had become fast friends with their young daughter, whom you had tutored, cared for, and babysat multiple times.

Breha led you to her personal chambers where a clean, quite fancy-looking outfit was laid out over the bed, with added accessories and shoes even.

“Right then,” she said, clapping her hands. “This is yours. I think the sizing is fine, we based it around your uniform size so it should fit. If you could be ready and be at the doors of the landing platform in about half an hour, that would be fantastic. Just stay inside and wait until you’re told otherwise.”

“My lady?”

“And,” she brushed an oil spot off the side of your cheek. “Do tell me if the kitchen duties are boring you. You know we’d employ you to do anything you’d like around here. After everything you’ve done, it’s the least we could do.”

“Oh, thank you my lady, but there’s help needed in the kitchens, so I really don’t mind cleaning at the moment.”

“Very well,” she sighed, stepping away. “Half an hour, please. Don’t be late.”

“My lady?” you interjected again before she headed out the door. “Is there something going on?”

Breha smiled again, with a strange twinkle in her eyes. “Nothing to worry, dear. Just a surprise.”

-

“We can never repay you.”

“Well, she has already done that,” Obi-Wan sighed, looking over his shoulder at little Leia, giddily playing with Lola. Bail had a wry smile on his face as he followed his gaze to his adoptive daughter,

“I fear for her future, Obi-Wan,” he said. “The empire grows stronger and bolder. Not many can be trusted, and those we did trust… some are disappearing as we speak.”

“Well, if you ever need my help again, you know where to find me.” Obi-Wan clapped Bail on the shoulder. “I won’t be disappearing like that again.”

He turned to Breha, and grasped her hand. “Farewell, my lady.”

He pulled away, but Breha was still holding his hand. He looked up at her, and could sense she was holding something back.

“But before you go,” Breha interjected, shifting her eyes to glance at Bail. “Why not stay for dinner?”

Obi-Wan frowned, incredulity written all over his face. “Dinner? At a time like this?”

“Well, there’s lots to catch up on, isn’t there?”

“I don’t think being in hiding for ten years makes for a pleasant dinner conversation, Lady Breha,” Obi-Wan chuckled dryly. “Besides, it wouldn’t be safe.”

“I think you’ll want to stay for dinner, my friend,” Bail said, a mysterious lilt n his tone. “There’s something… someone for you to see.”

Obi-Wan furrowed his brow, his hand slipping from Breha’s and resting at his lightsaber hilt. “Is it dangerous?”

Bail gave a small smirk and nodded his head towards the entrance at the end of the walkway, where the metal doors slid open.

-

You fiddled with your sleeves, nervous at presenting yourself. You could only imagine some figurehead friend of Bail and Breha wanted to meet you out of all people. Perhaps an old politician friend they thought they could trust from the Old Republic. Maybe Leia wanted her to come for some silly party adventure. Whatever it was, you could take it.

As the doors finally opened, you squinted at the sunlight and looked out to see four figures standing by a small ship. Two were the Organas, one was little Leia, and the fourth…

Obi-Wan felt himself go numb at the sight of you. Still a distance away, but you, alive, and breathing.

He brushed past the Organas without much thought, feet feeling heavy as he thought he was seeing a ghost at first. Perhaps it wasn’t you, perhaps it was a trick of the light, or he really needed sleep. He stopped a few feet in, wind ruffling his hair as he stared.

But then you stepped out onto the walkway in the sunlight, and he saw your familiar beauty and kind eyes light up with disbelief and astoundment. You were wearing simple silver robes – an outfit he’d never seen you in before. Your face was clean, a bit wearier now, but your smile seemed the same. He inhaled sharply as the sun hit you and you suddenly stopped walking, a frown on your face as you looked at him from the distance.

First you thought, no it couldn’t be. Obi-Wan wouldn’t risk appearing like this, surely. What would he be doing here? Your heart was pounding and you felt yourself go numb when you realized, no, it really is him.

Then you broke out into a jog, and then you were sprinting towards him, and then he too began running towards you. Suddenly the only thing that mattered in the whole universe was getting to him, right now.

Your feet hit the stone beneath you as you ran, robes fluttering behind you. Wind rushed past you in a daze. Every second he came closer you couldn’t pry your eyes off him – afraid he’d disappear again.

The gasp of relief as you flung your arms around him sounded like music to his ears. It was hard to think it had been ten years when suddenly it felt like the old days again.

“Obi-Wan,” you breathed, voice breaking already. His arms wrapped around your waist and his own breath was shaky. You held the nape of his neck, caressing through his locks with a tenderness he had missed.

You wanted to breathe him in, remember the touch of his hands, the feeling of his body.

“I never thought I’d see you again,” you muttered into his cloak, eyes watering. “I didn’t know if you were alive… or far away… or…”

You pulled away from him to properly take in the sight of him. He had a rough, rugged beard that was thicker than the last time you saw him, and his hair was straggly and longer with much more greys.

“Oh,” you said softly, hand cupping his face with your eyes tracing the lines along his skin. “Time has not been kind to you, my darling.”

“What a kind way to tell me I’ve aged horribly,” he muttered with a huff of a laugh. His voice had your head swimming in wonderful, soothing molasses. You chuckled. He kept you close to his body, arms securely wrapped around your waist. “You haven’t changed, my dear.”

You threw your head back and scoffed, “it’s been ten years, Obi. Of course I have.”

“Well, to me, you haven’t,” he smiled. Your hand slipped down to rest on his chest, and you felt the throbbing of his heart, fast and nervous. He looked at you with softened, kind eyes, like the eyes that would look at you across from the booth at Dex’s Diner. Like the eyes that glistened when you had that rushed, heartfelt goodbye. Like the eyes that stared at you in the dark of the Jedi Temple when you stole a kiss from him, quickly and sweetly.

“I didn’t know you were on Alderaan,” he muttered. “How long--?”

“Since that day,” you said, looking up at him. The day when everything changed, and everything had gone wrong. “Bail told me he was taking the girl, and suggested I go with him. I had nowhere else to go, not when you…”

“When I told you that you couldn’t come with me and the boy,” his eyes were downcast, shifting away from you with a remorseful voice. “But why didn’t you tell me?”

“How could I? You insisted on the secrecy, and I wanted all of us, you, me, them to be safe. Plus, you were already gone by the time I had made my choice.”

Obi-Wan opened his mouth, desperate to find out more, but then a small girl flung herself around your form and pulled at your robes.

“You know him?!” Leia gasped. You chuckled, returning the hug.

“Yes, Leia. We happen to be very old friends.”

“Emphasis on old,” Obi-Wan added. You shot him a look as Bail and Breha both joined you again, beaming with wide smiles.

“So, old friend,” Bail chuckled. “Now will you stay for dinner?”

Obi-Wan took one glance at you and smiled. “Yes.”

A/N: Back on the star wars bandwagon folks... maybe more to come?? I need to catch up on all my shows 0.0

AND THANK U for the music suggestions so far! Am working on them :3

[vodika-vibes]

Sorry to hear you’ve got a busy day ahead of you! Hope that you’re able to take some breaks for yourself!

When you find time to write again, could you write about husband Fordo again? What’s he like at home with the reader? No pressure at all about when to write if things are just too busy or overwhelming 🩷

No Place Like Home For The Holidays

Summary: It's nearing Life Day, and you and Fordo are spending the day together.

Pairing: ARC Captain Fordo x Senator!Reader

Word Count: 816

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: And here it is, my very first Life Day Fic! I know that Fordo isn't supposed to talk a lot, but I decided that he doesn't talk a lot when he's working, but at home, with his spouse, he's a little more chatty. Basically, Reader and Fordo have a secret relationship, and a secret marriage, but Bail and Breha Organa are Parent-coded in my brain, so they sussed out the relationship.

This is your favorite time of year. When the Senate has taken leave for the winter holidays, and you’re allowed to be yourself, rather than being one of the annoying Senators who’s constantly lobbying for an end to the war and for clone rights.

At least you’re in good company in that group, small as it is.

But, you’re not thinking about work now. 

No. Your focus is solely on the cookies you’re in the process of baking. Spice cookies, your favorite, and hopefully, Fordo will like them too.

Speaking of which-

You turn your head towards the main pair of the house, and you listen. You can hear the muffled curses of your husband from the living room, and you muffle your laughter, “Babe? Do you need help?”

“I have it.” Fordo calls from the other room, “Did you even bother to organize these last year, cyare?”

“No.” You poke your head out of the kitchen and grin at him, “Last year I had my droid decorate and clean up.” There are six different boxes neatly stacked around the living room, each one is carefully labeled with the words “life day decorations”. At least the tree is up, set in the corner that you cleared for it the day before.

He shoots you an amused look, “The droid is hanging the lights,” Fordo gestures to the ceiling, where your droid is carefully hanging fairy lights around the room, “I’ve got this, cyare. Go back to your baking.”

“Alright. Just come and get me if you need any help,” You reply, before you pull yourself back into the kitchen. You consider the mess that is your kitchen for a moment, and then you sigh and turn on your music, and start cleaning up before starting the next batch of cookies.

You end up so distracted by your cleaning and your music, as you dance around the kitchen while you clean, that you don’t notice that you have an audience until strong arms curl around your waist and you’re tugged against a solid chest.

You feel Fordo’s lips against the side of your neck for a moment, and then you turn in his arms so you’re able to wrap your arms around him in a tight hug, “Are you done decorating?”

“Just taking a break.” His hands slide around to press against the small of your back, “And then I saw you dancing in here, and decided to watch you instead.”

“You could have joined me. Dancing is always better with a partner.” You tease with a bright smile. 

Fordo’s smile is soft and warm, and you feel a surge of affection as he starts swaying with you in time with the music. “That had been my intention, cyar’ika.”

He moves you away from the counter, and his grip around you shifts slightly. And then he spins you and a delighted giggle falls from you as you spin back into his arms. 

“So,” Fordo asks, “How do I compare to your usual dance partners?”

“Much better,” You lean heavily against him, “Love dancing with you.” You stand on your toes and brush your lips against his.

Fordo drags his hand up your side, to settle it on the back of your neck, and he pulls you into a deep kiss, as he continues a slow sway. “My perfect beautiful cyare,” He murmurs against your lips, “Wish I could go with you to the Life Day Gala next week.”

“I could skip it,” You whisper.

His eyes gleam with mirth, “No you won’t. It’s important for you to be seen. And we both know it.” Fordo kisses you again, and again, and again, “Besides,” He continues, “Senator Organa is holding a private holiday dinner for us, and him and his wife, and General Kenobi, remember?”

“I remember.” You reach up and set your hand on his cheek, “They’re good people. I’m glad they were the ones who found out about you and me.”

He smirks, “Better the Organas than Amidala.”

You giggle, “He tried to invite Padmé and Anakin too, but she’s too busy pretending that her marriage didn’t happen.”

“Good. Don’t like Skywalker.”

“You don’t like any Jedi.” You reply with a laugh.

“I like Windu. And the old guy, Yoda.”

Another laugh falls from your lips, “Maybe we should invite them to our life day celebrations.”

Fordo chuckles and spins you again, “Maybe we should.” 

You grin from where you’re standing a bit away from him, your fingers curling around his, “I’ll write up an invitation.”

A giggle falls from you as you’re spun back into his waiting arms, and Fordo grins down at you, an open expression that he shares with you and only you. “I love you.” He breathes out.

“I love you too.” You reply with a blinding smile. Fordo lovingly strokes your cheek, and leans in for a long and lingering kiss.

[soclonely]

My Hero!

Zillo Beast x Reader fluff crack oneshot Summary: Reader and Zillo beast are dating, Breha is a very patient and supportive friend Warnings: Idk very dumb but good hearted reader I guess, star wars crack

Hi gang! Its been awhile so I figured I'd drop this warm up treat in preparation for my star wars hyperfixation kick in, in which I grace you friends with my finest cracks. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So how did you and Zillie meet exactly?” Breha asks, trying to make pleasant conversation as she tries to remain calm at the large monster that accompanied the two of you to lunch. “Did you er- attend the same university?”

You laugh and shake your head.“Oh no! Not at all. Actually, its pretty romantic.” You place your hand on the Zillo Beasts claw, his tail sweeping and destroying the next block over as he looks down at you happily.”You know how I had been working as Palpatine’s private secretary? And how he was running me absolutely ragged for weeks?”

Breha nods, her eyes darting up to the monster grumbling as it hovers above them. “He seems hungry. Might he like one of the cookies here?” She points to the tray of desserts?

“No thank you. Zillie is gluten free!” You hum, unaware of the lady Organa’s discomfort.

“Very well, continue.”

“Well, the day we met was an especially hard day. The late chancellor was being especially cruel and the office was absolutely chaotic. Everyone was running around screaming but I was so concentrated on planning the state dinner that night that I wasn’t able to learn why. But by the time I looked up the office was nearly deserted!” You shrug, taking a sip of your tea.”Luckily, the streets were also empty which for Coruscant on a friday evening is especially rare as you know. So I was able to make it to the place where we were supposed to have the dinner without any trouble. But I got there and the entire place was empty. It was a dump too.”

“You mean to tell me someone booked a low rate place for a state dinner?” Breha asks, slightly shocked. “I think palpatine would have looked into a place firsthand before even reserving.”

“No, no. When I say a dump I mean a literal pile of rubble. Where the place was before, it was all just destroyed! I still don’t know what happened to it.” You add, the curiosity taking over momentarily.

Breha looks up once more at the third member of their table.”Yeah, I wonder what could have done it.” She mutters under her breath. “A mystery.”

“Right?” You sigh, shaking your head. “So there I was, crying on the curb alone and confused, worried about losing my job because this failure of a dinner didn’t happen and it falls on my shoulders, and a killer headache because for some reason sirens were all over that day when suddenly he starts stalking up to me.”

“Zillie?”

“No, Chancellor Palpatine!” You clarify. “And he looked angrier than a Rancor in a designer suit at a Geonosian wedding. I was preparing myself for the ass chewing of a lifetime until suddenly the ground shook and this big guy here,” You pat Zillies claw lovingly, “He swooped right up and knocked Palpatine right off the edge of the level we were on!” You couldn’t help but laugh. “I mean I feel absolutely terrible, no one deserves to go that way. Zillie only saw a beautiful woman in distress and a creepy old man running toward her so he naturally just acted in my defense. But if the Chancellor hadn’t of been so cruel…” You trail off, taking another casual sip of tea.”Anyways, I asked him for coffee and its all been uphill from there! I am very happy and we are planning to move to Corellia in the spring and open up an Orchard. Dreams do come true.”

Breha struggles to find the words for a moment.“Well, I suppose that uh, thats all that matters.” She sighs. Breha reaches over the table, taking your hand and smiling. “If you are happy, then I am happy.”

“Thank you Breha.” You beam, giving her hand an affectionate squeeze. “We will have to double date with you and Bail before the big move! Zillie really needs more friends. The last ones I introduced him to disappeared after their night out! The poor wives.”

“Ah, yes well. Now that Bail is Chancellor, free time is hard to come by. Buuuutttt I will put it in the calendar! We could maybe work something out!”

“Wonderful!”

Zillie screeches in agreement, tail taking out another set of luxury condos.

[rexxdjarin]

Captain’s Log: Chapter 12

Demoralize

Series Summary: The galaxy is in turmoil. The Republic has fallen, giving rise to the sinister reign of the totalitarian Empire, led by the insidious Emperor Palpatine. The millions of valiant clone troopers of the former Grand Army of the Republic are now blindly sworn, against their will, to protect a regime they once sought to destroy. After being saved from a terrible fate by his former-Jedi ally and close friend, Ahsoka Tano, seasoned veteran CT-7567 Clone Captain Rex remains loyal to the pillars of Democracy, freedom and truth that shaped the former Galactic Republic. We follow him now struggling to deal with the personal aftereffects of survival and finding his place in the galaxy alongside the only person he has left. You. The love of his life.

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Pairing: Captain Rex x Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns used) Word Count: 9.8k Series Rating: Explicit (18+ only, Minors DO NOT INTERACT) Chapter Summary: Everything is revealed when the stakes are highest. Our crew at long last realizes that deciding how to counter an unspeakable evil determines who they are in a galaxy where inaction is often easier than being a hero. Chapter Warnings: 18+ as usual but SFW, No Smut this time, Mature Themes, Language, Political References, References to Canon Plot, References to Canon Deaths, Angst, Anguish, Political Infighting, References to genocide

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The low steady siren rang as it alerted us to our drop out of hyperspace. Senator Organa’s private cruiser was far too luxurious to be suspected by anyone of holding three renegade clones and an exiled Coruscanti senator’s aide on board.

You’ve now arrived in the Atrivis Sector.

Bail’s remote navigator announced over the ship’s comm’s. Rex shifted under my head, the soft plush of his unarmored chest an unfamiliar yet not unwelcome feeling. We’d all changed into clean and unassuming clothes for the trip. The less we raised suspicion the better. They cleaned up so nicely. Such stoic and handsome men looked too good for civilian rags.

Gregor stuck to his usual yellow, a favorite of his. He chose a leather quilted jacket and deep brown cargos with rugged boots which he’d carefully propped up on the end of the table. Wolffe, to no one’s surprise, opted for a gray bomber over all an black top and bottom. Since they were to stay behind on our ship, being stowed away in a small cargo hold hidden on board the massive luxury liner, they didn’t need anything formal.

Rex and I, on the other hand, were decked out in the nicest options Bail and Breha had to offer. Rex fitted himself in a navy blue sport coat and dark tailored pants that fit him like a glove. He was lucky enough to find something that looked like it was made for him. He looked incredibly dashing, there was no denying that. Though, he was anything but comfortable. I could tell he felt exposed. Not only was his actual clone face way too visible, so was his signature blonde hair. He’d definitely put up more of a fuss than I was expecting.

I managed to find a glittering blue dress that matched Rex, the color coordination not going unnoticed. That was, of course, intentional. He had to look like a date to a high class event, which the secret meeting was headlined as, in order to subdue any suspicions from the Empire. The delicate straps glazed over my shoulders and the fabric was busy enough to distract from the growing bump just starting to appear underneath my clothes.

Needless to say Rex’s eyes popped out of his head when I exited the fitting room where Breha herself made the alterations to the gown. The other boys hadn’t been able to stop staring as we all sat in the ship's passenger lounge awaiting arrival.

“You sure you won’t be cold in this, mesh’la?” Rex finally spoke, his bare knuckle grazing down the curve of my shoulder. “You can have my coat whenever you need.” He muttered, his tired gaze taking a quick peek down the top of my dress.

I sighed, looking up at him and readjusting my position to cuddle into him tighter. “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry so much.” My hand traced the exceedingly tempting line of muscle on his chest under the fabric of his undershirt. “You look…so unbelievably handsome, Captain. If I wasn’t already months along, I’d be worried…” I chuckled.

His lips quirked into an amused half grin. “Me? Don’t think I’m the one everyone’s going to have their eyes on tonight, my beloved.”

I blushed and bumped his shoulder with my own. “Mmm, maybe that’s for the best. If they focus more on me, they might not immediately notice you. Even if I think you look so good that they should.”

“Yeah..yeah..would feel a lot more comfortable if they at least let me carry my helmet or something. What am I supposed to do with my hands?” He chuckled, lifting one up to stare at it like he didn’t recognize it without the black glove to cover it.

“You can start by holding my hand.” I slipped my fingers between his, the weight of his palm dropping our joined hands between our laps. “I’ll have to lead you through the crowd like my date once you put on this ridiculous thing.” I laughed, tipping my chin toward a far too formal hat sitting on the table in front of us.

Rex groaned loudly, “Ugh don’t remind me. Thing’s hideous.” He leaned forward, picking the hat up in his hand and looking it over like it was the most foreign object he’d ever seen. “Will never understand civvie clothes. How does anyone pay attention to the things that come out of your mouth while you’re wearing this?”

“Sometimes it’s that you don’t want them to pay attention to what you’re saying. At least as far as the Senate used to go, sometimes…” I sighed remembering the first time I took a look at Padmé’s expansive wardrobe. It seemed unfathomable to a girl like me who had little more than the clothes on her back. “Sometimes it’s about putting on such a performance that they don’t notice what’s going on behind the scenes.”

“Hmmm…I suppose that makes sense. A fake out if you will.” He thought aloud, his dark eyes searching the inner workings of the ship above our heads like he was constructing a map of it himself. “That seemed to be his plan all along.” He muttered, sighing and looking down at our joined hands. “Some of them might say…that’s what I- we- were doing too, you know?”

“I know.” I replied solemnly, “but you are the proof it wasn’t. You wouldn’t be bold enough to come before all of them unless it was to tell the truth.” I shifted, pulling my arms up to clutch my shoulders as if to stave off chills creeping along my exposed skin. “If I believe you, if Bail believes you, why shouldn’t they?”

Rex closed his eyes and reopened them, nervously glancing at both his brothers snoozing with their heads resting on each other’s shoulders. “For their sake…I hope they do.” His fingertips ghosted along my collar bone as he pulled me into his side. “Have you planned what you’re going to say?” He asked, the far away haze in his brown eyes hinting at just how much his mind had raced through his own hasty explanation of his survival.

“Well, I figured I’d start with some kind of acknowledgement that a rebellion like this is what Padmé had always been a fierce supporter of. And that it’s in her honor that I stand before them today as a survivor of a purge designed to destroy the independent thinkers and freedom fighters of our galaxy. The clones included.” I swallowed thickly, knowing that discussing the involuntary aspect of the clones’ hand in what happened was probably going to be a tough sell at the start.

“You’re definitely going to need me to chime in on that. Talk about the chips, show ‘em my scar. We’ve got more than enough holo scans and proof that the chips had some hand in how things went down. The removal part is where I’m getting stumped…” He drifted off, addressing the obvious bantha in the room.

Ahsoka.

“Ahsoka?” I asked him gently, the continued radio silence from his closest friend worrying him more than he’d ever let on.

“Mhm.” He responded solemnly, “I don’t know how we explain it. I did tell Fox that Maul killed her. I’m sure I could work that into a believable explanation. Say I buried her with my brothers that day. Sometimes in a way it feels like I did.” His eyes were welling up with tears and I took a deep breath to hold back my own. I cupped his cheek in my palm and wiped them away before they had the chance to fall.

“Oh Rex,” I cooed, allowing him the space to be vulnerable and breathe while bolstering the strength he needed to get through tonight. “She’s alright. I know it. She’s probably doing exactly what we are right now, trying to help out in what little ways she can.”

“Yeah, yeah…you’re right, I know. I’m okay. It’s just going to feel weird giving a briefing without a jedi beside me. Doesn’t feel right. They were always better with the words and convincing stuff than we clones. Leading a fight isn’t the same without her.”

“Well, Rex, maybe that’s the next mission. Looking for Ahsoka. We do whatever we can for your brothers, then us…and our son…we go find her. She’s going to want to meet her little nephew.”

He grinned, the existential dread that crept in on him from time to time faded back into obscurity as the smile grew on his face. “You’re sure it’s a boy huh.”

I rested my hand on my belly and his followed, lacing his fingers into the spaces between mine. “I know it is. Like everyday I know him a little more. Everyday he’s more and more restless. He’s got all his Daddy’s fight in him, that’s for sure.”

Rex beamed, his cheeks flushing as he let the praise soak in. “Does it feel…weird? Like, do you feel him in there? I…grew in a test tube. This is all foreign to me.”

I laughed out loud, both Gregor and Wolffe perking up immediately at the sound. “He hasn’t kicked or anything…yet. But it’s like I can feel his feelings…his presence, it’s like he’s already right in front of me. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“So he’s dramatic and intense…wonder where he gets that from.” Rex teased, nuzzling into my neck and kissing so delicately it sent shivers down my spine. He pulled back to meet my playful little pout and chuckled, “See what I mean?”

Wolffe let out a deep sigh of mild annoyance as he stretched to shake the sleepiness off. Gregor turned back over to tuck in for at least five more minutes of sleep. I wondered just how much they’d ever been taught about little ones or how to prepare for them. They probably wouldn’t be getting much sleep in just a few months' time. Especially if he does turn out to be what I am starting to suspect he is.

“I think we should start coming up with names, Rex. Maybe it’ll help us pass the time until we land.” I offered, realizing my own apprehension for the upcoming meeting.

“Don’t need to think too hard. I’ve already got one I like, mesh’la.” He reached over and pulled me into his lap, letting my head rest on his shoulder. “Wanna hear it?” I looped my arms around his neck and cuddled into him tighter, careful not to destroy all I’d done to dress myself up for later.

“Yes, of course I do. Tell me what you’re thinking, baby.”

His bicep curled around my back to support me and he slid one of the straps that had fallen off my shoulder back into place. “I’ve thought about this one a lot. I…I wanted to make sure it wasn’t a name any of my brothers had. At least not in the 501st. And I tested it out so it sounds good with our names. Your last name too…since I don’t really have one.”

“Rex…you’re rambling again…” I scolded playfully, giggling at how serious he was taking all of this. He really was an overachiever at everything. No surprise that he’d want to excel at fatherhood too.

“Uh..right. Mesh’la…my love, what do you think about Kai?”

Kai.

Instantly, I felt the tiniest thump in my belly. Barely a slight tickle or a flutter. A very early little kick that was just present enough to be noticed and meaningful.

I gasped, sitting up and grabbing Rex’s hand to rest in the same spot I’d felt it before.

“What?” He asked with way too much concern in his sweet, deep voice.

“Say it again…the name…” I exclaimed, Gregor and Wolffe now sitting up and making their way over to check things out.

“Kai.” Rex said, the pride radiating off him in waves now.

The feeling came again, this time a bit more enthusiastic than before. 

Rex turned to me immediately, the excited twinkle in his eye lighting up his whole face. He turned to his brothers, as giddy as a bright eyed cadet and kissed my forehead. “He kicked.” He explained to his puzzled brothers, now squatting on the ship floor in front of us.

“Really? You can feel that? It’s sorta early, no?” Wolffe wondered aloud, his hand hovering above ours and looking at me with hesitation before I nodded my approval. He and Gregor both let their palms spread over the same spot Rex and I felt before.

“Not for him. He’s special…our little Kai.” I said, resting my forehead on Rex’s, the subtle kicks coming again in response to the name he clearly liked. Gregor and Wolffe’s gleefully surprised expressions matched their brother’s as they felt it now too.

Rex kept his eyes on me, a haze of relief now flooding over him. “Guess he likes it, huh?” He chuckled. I nodded, tipping my chin up to kiss Rex softly and repeating the name under my breath until it felt fully etched into my heart.

“Yeah. Yeah, I think he does. Nice to meet you, Kai.” Gregor whispered, trying his best to rein in his excitable nature during such a tender moment.

Wolffe looked between the group of us, the faintest hint of a smile on his usually stern, serious face. “Welcome to the crew, little bug.”

–

Fest feels like one giant endless mountain. The entire landscape was snow capped peaks with ancient ornate temples carefully constructed around the craggy rock faces. Quick research on my datapad stated that many of these were once monasteries and meditation centers for jedi of a bygone era. They now served as little more than monuments and attractions for wayfaring tourists looking to escape the hustle and bustle of the inner rim.

Our ship circled into a modest spaceport at the center of an old, quaint city settled in a valley of hills between the planet’s snowy peaks. Though the place looked old, the people who greeted us were anything but. There was Bail, looking sophisticated and expensive like usual. The other people at the admittance gate to the next transport looked even more ornate and opulent than Bail did. It was like every person on this planet had moved here specifically to fit into a culture of glamor and vacationing. As if there wasn’t galaxy wide terror going on outside of here.

It was a strange place to have a meeting about rebellion efforts. Though, maybe not an obvious one, which was probably why it was chosen. It could all be explained as a simple retreat for hardworking planetary leaders. The Empire could dismiss any suspicions if it just seemed like they were all headed to a known getaway planet for a few rotations.

There was also a lack of any security forces around, which felt more off-putting than it did safe. At least to Rex and I, who clearly knew better than to trust any planet that arrogantly thinks it doesn’t need to protect itself from anything. The entire transport ride to the conference center and spa in the high hills was spent crowding into each other due to lack of trust of any of the people around us.

The “conference” was being held at the Fest Oasis Spa & Retreat, an exorbitant grand temple converted into a hotel meant for only the wealthiest of the galaxy. The sprawling stone building was clearly well kept and equipped with tall towers and balconies to overlook both the ancient city below and the towering mountains above. The most awe-inducing sight of all was the meadow of bright, bursting orange flowers dotting the entire hillside where the old building was set and one gigantic, spiraling tree that must’ve been growing there for millenia.

It was not entirely dissimilar from the one that was supposedly at the old Jedi temple that now sat decimated and in cinders back home on Coruscant. That meant that this place was likely once used by Jedi. Although the Empire had already done plenty to try to wipe them from recorded history all over the galaxy, there were some places where the evidence of them would always be present if you knew what to look for.

In the late afternoon sun, the large stone patio entryway was bathed in golden amber light that mimicked the rich color of the flowers in the meadow it overlooked. The Senators and leaders were all invited to attend a large banquet at an elegant dining hall that Rex and I wanted absolutely no part of. We were probably not invited anyway.

Instead, we opted to take a walk around the grounds. Might as well make it look like a date even though we were in for one of the most important meetings of our lives in just a few hours. We stopped by a toppled ruin of what was once a tall stone tower and laid down beside each other in our fancy clothes.

The soft green grass swayed in the warm breeze. Sunshine bled through every blade, washing over us in waves. Around us on all sides was the beautiful meadow, with the mountains off in the distance and the lone tree offering us the promise of shade if we wanted it. He breathed softly under my cheek, his chest a more grounding comfort than the earth beneath my back. His hand slowly dragged up my spine just over the dress, making cold chills raise goosebumps on my warm skin.

I was too preoccupied with the view and the dreamy peace it provided to notice that he was staring at me. My eyes sparkling as I took in the landscape around me, my face lighting up in a soft, satisfying smile every time the breeze lifted my done-up hair just so, my heart beating faster with each touch of his fingertips along my back. This place could be my peace, my dream and my safety. But his peace, his dream, his safety was with me.

I could feel that now, though I had always known. He had told me more times than I could count. Slowly, I pulled myself up to rest on top of him. My head leaned on my crossed arms on his chest and blinked up at him in a daze, hoping he could read the intense swell of emotion I felt for him just in the bat of my lashes. His hand smoothed through my hair, staring into my eyes as I watched a smile spread across his face.

We didn’t have to talk. He didn’t speak. I didn’t either. We just looked at each other, comfortable in this brief moment of rest that by some miracle we’d been afforded. The adoration and devotion between us both was as prevalent and as sure as the sun shining on my open back. I was almost positive I could hear the grass itself singing to me and the wind whispering his name through the rustling branches of the only tree around.

He tilted his head at me, remarking all the ways my face showed beauty he swore could have only been made for him. He leaned down to brush the pad of his thumb along my blushing cheek and smiled. “Come here. Can’t wait any longer to kiss you.” He rasped.

I slid up to rest my forehead on his, “you never have to ask.” I whispered , letting our lips brush with each word I formed. I held his face in my hands and kissed him slowly, allowing us to lose ourselves in this dream place where nothing else existed but he and I. Just for now, in this moment it was us. Me and Rex, our future growing rapidly inside me. The rest of our family at home waiting for our return. Hopefully, it would always be this way. Somehow.

We watched the sun sink down over the mountain peaks on the other side of the valley and cuddled each other closer as the bitter chill of the evening breeze swept through the tall grass. As the hours ticked by, we sat in silence, mentally and emotionally preparing ourselves to lay it all on the line. The future of Rex’s brothers all hinged on the decision the rebellion made tonight.

Rex would fight to free them, with or without anyone else’s help if he had to. But it would certainly help things to have the underground resources available to back us up.

The commlink on Rex’s wrist lit up, signaling that they were ready for the actual purpose of this meeting to begin. He tapped the button to respond his receipt of the request and then sighed deeply. 

“You ready?” I whispered, sitting up and brushing the wrinkles off the fabric of my dress.

“As I’ll ever be…” He remarked, standing up and offering his hand to guide me with him. “Senator Organa said the meeting is in the far monastery building at the base of the mountain. They’re taking the interior hallway entrance from inside. We’ll enter through the tunnels. He left us with a way to escape, if we need it. Guess he knows I always like to have an exit plan.”

I chuckled, resting my head on his bicep as we traveled toward the meeting point. “Yeah, imagine where he might’ve learned that.” 

Rex hummed his understanding and looked down at the bag carrying his helmet rustling between us. “Why did you need me to bring this, again?”

“For effect. To make them visually understand what you’ve been through. Helps it really hit home for them. Lot of these people haven’t seen the war from a clone's perspective. We have to try to change that.” I kicked a few tiny pebbles down the trodden dirt pathway, the stone rimmed opening to a passageway inside appearing in view.

“Hmm couple that with my report…all our evidence. They’ll see. You’ve got the puck with Rampart’s recording too, right?” Rex asked, a scowl beginning to form as he remembered what that message contained.

I reached into the bag and turned the small holodisc in my hand a few times, nodding in confirmation. “I’m sure all of these leaders have come into contact with Imperial officers like Rampart or Tarkin often. It’s not like they’ll think of them favorably or anything. Guys like them have destroyed the way of life on many of their planets. Even before the war ended.”

“Do we know who’s going to be there?” Rex asked tentatively, like he was looking for a certain response to the question. 

“No…but if you’re asking if the rebellion includes former separatists…I think the answer is probably yes. From what I’ve been reading on the holonet, your buddy Saw has been a bit of a nuisance to everyone. Imperial and otherwise. Think he’ll be there.”

Rex laughed and rolled his eyes, “trust me, I’d expect nothing less from him. He’s had the spirit of a rebel since the day I met him. He’s admittedly…tough to rationalize with at times, but his heart’s in the right place.”

“Well, we’ll find out who’s at this meeting soon enough.” I said, as we approached the entry to the tunnels and stepped inside to find it was already pre-lit for our arrival. Torched flames dotted the wall every couple feet and it was easy to find our way around since only the paths we needed were lit.

“Hey, mesh’la?” He stopped, pulling me back into his arms.

I rested both my hands on his chest and smiled up at him, “yes, Captain?”

He grabbed my face in both his hands, kissing passionately and urgently, like everything he’d ever needed the courage to do depended on this to give it life. He pulled away hesitantly, like he didn’t want to stop, and pressed his cheek to mine. “Thank you. For being here with me. For being there for all of us.”

“It’s what every good soldier would do for their men, right? I may not have been able to fight alongside you during the war. But I can fight to protect you all now. I’d do anything to make this right.”

Rex held me against his chest tightly, like if we stayed here nothing would change. Like the fate of his brothers wouldn’t have to be determined by what we say to a group of people that had enough power amongst them to once again choose what happens to millions of clones.

I breathed in the deep musky scent of him, the faint undertones of the flowers from the meadow still present all over the blue jacket he wore. I could practically feel my heart jumping through my chest to calm his. “No matter what they decide, Rex, I won’t stop.”

“I know.” He muttered, pulling back and holding my hand to lead us to the door at the end of the tunnel. “You’re going to make me proud in there.”

“I could say the same, you know. And if they don’t show you the respect you deserve, I’ll have something to say about it, Captain.” I laughed, watching him straighten up and snap right back into military mode like he’d been taught to do his entire life.

He shook his head and laughed to himself, looking straight ahead as he tapped on the tunnel exit three times to signal our arrival.

“Hey, you know something?” He asked softly as someone entered the passkey into the blast doors on the other side.

“Hmmm, what?” I whispered, the doors beginning to open as I stared at him quizzically.

“I love you.”

“I know.”

–

For a supposedly small uprising against the Empire, there sure were a lot more well-known and easily recognizable faces than we thought. Representatives from planets all over the galaxy sat around a large holotable, a star map in the center serving as placeholders to guide everyone where to sit. Rex and I had two obvious empty seats directly beside Bail.

From just a small glance around the table, I recognized a few people immediately. Senator Mothma of Chandrila, a close friend and ally to both Padmé and Bail over the years, sat across from us. Beside her were several Rodians, who were serving in place of Senator Farr who I knew quite well before his untimely murder by one of his own. Humans from several planets who I recognized by face more than name filled the chairs between her and someone I knew would show up.

Saw Gerrera leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest and sporting bacta patches over what must have been a nasty blow to his left eye. He was accompanied by a young, well-dressed and clean cut man, probably about my age. I’d never seen him before, but he looked about as comfortable standing around this table as Rex and I were.

Our hosts, rebels from Fest sat nearest to Bail and were in control of the swirling and ever changing holo in front of us. Beautiful blue Pantoran women led by Senator Chuchi were cautiously talking amongst themselves as they tried hard to avoid their neighbor.

Cham Syndulla, his wife and several of his famed Freedom Fighters glared at the group of leaders around the table. To my memory, they were a proud people who were not quick to forget just how little they were helped by the Republic brass during and after the war. They all had less respect for these leaders than they did their own representative, which was saying something considering they were led by Senator Taa.

“This is a group of people I didn’t think I’d ever see in one room together.” Rex joked sarcastically under his breath, holding my hand and keeping his head down as we took our place just within the protection of Bail’s shadow.

“Everyone seems restless. On edge. Gods…who knows what's been going on on their planets since the Empire took over. I don’t blame them for being desperate enough to work alongside people they didn’t like.” I commented, keeping a watchful eye on the people around us. I didn’t need them to notice us before we were ready, get startled and do something rash.

Luckily, three chimes signaled the beginning of the meeting before we could worry about that happening. All the lights in the room, except the spotlights around the table, dimmed down to near nothingness. Bail’s focused and determined face illuminated and the remaining voices quieted instantly.

“Good evening everyone. I trust you all have been wondering what calls this urgent meeting to Fest. I wished it was under more optimal circumstances, but such is the way of war. All of you have been gathered here in secret today for a special briefing, one that discloses information privy to the Empire’s continued growth and occupation of more and more worlds. Many of you had once known the loyal protection of the members of the Grand Army of the Republic. Several of you would not be standing here today without their valiant efforts. Tonight’s briefing is with great concern for the status of the lives of the millions of clone troopers scattered across our galaxy.” Bail exclaimed, his voice firm, but calm and his hands resting with ease on the edge of the holo table.

“What about them? We know what they’ve done. Why should any of us feign concern for such betrayal?” One voice hissed.

“Are they not the enemy? The very thing we are fighting against!?” Another voice cried out. I gripped Rex’s hand tightly, hoping this wouldn’t get to him the way it was me. More and more angry voices filled the room before Bail raised his hands.

“That is what we are here to discuss. We have very important intel that has been delivered to us by two individuals who both risked their lives to report this information to support our efforts. They,” he turned his body toward us both, the spotlight following and illuminating our faces now and motioned with his hands, “would very much like to provide us with vital insight that could help us make more sense of all that has happened.”

Audible gasps filled the room as Rex removed his hat and revealed his face. He stood at stern and serious attention, the familiar focused scowl of a determined clone reappearing in a snap. He hadn’t gone into duty mode in so long, yet it was still so perfectly second nature to him. His hand still held mine beside him as he waited for our introductions from Bail. Finally, he spoke, proud and confident, like always.

“My name is Captain Rex. My designated birth number is CT-7567. I was commanding officer of the 501st clone battalion led by Jedi General Anakin Skywalker. I am here today, risking my life, to reveal a sinister truth. That the decimation of the jedi order by my…my brothers was a plot orchestrated into our genetic code by the Chancellor years ago. That none of what the men you all knew did was done willingly. My coming forward today is living proof that betrayal did not happen by choice, but instead was manipulated within the minds of every clone by force through use of an organic inhibitor chip placed in our brains during our embryonic stages.” He stopped and looked at me, opening up the datapad with all the brain scans we had gotten our hands on.

“I know that what the Captain says sounds…beyond the realm of possibility. Certifiably insane. But I have seen the chips with my own eyes, witnessed the effects of their activation first hand. In front of you are the brain scans of five separate clone troopers. The organic chips were present in the same location in all specimens. These chips were implemented into every clone by the very same person who coordinated their creation and who programmed them with demands that rendered them useless to resist whatever order he desired. The Chancellor…the Emperor himself.” I explained, swiping through the brain scans of Rex, Hunter, Wrecker, Tech and Fives to prove that each contained the identical growth in the same spot. I looked around the room to gauge the level of understanding and every face seemed equally as entranced by our findings as they were horrified. 

“So what did this supposed chip make them do? What was it like?” Senator Chuchi spoke timidly, staring up at the holoscans with ever increasing worry.

Rex cleared his throat and closed his eyes. “It felt like my mind snapped. We all received a transmission from the Emperor. The trigger words were spoken and…our independence, our very will was just…gone. Stolen from us. I couldn’t fight it. It was like who I’d grown into, the man I’d chosen to be, was shut off in an instant. I became blindly led by one mission. To destroy all the jedi and anyone who supported them. I nearly killed the one I served. So long as this chip remains inside, we are powerless to be anything but a human killing machine.”

“How did you survive this?” Mon Mothma’s lofty and languid voice inquired, her hands folded to support her chin as she watched deep in thought.

Rex turned and pointed to the scar on his scalp. “I had it removed. As did all the brothers whose brain scans you saw today. With them removed, we are instantly back to the men you knew. The men we are. We cannot take back what we were made to do. We will all have to live with the loss of the Generals we loved as our own Fathers, Mothers, Sisters and Brothers. But unless we all are given the opportunity for chip removal, we are doomed to live in involuntary enslavement to the Empire or worse…” He nodded to signal the next part of our explanation, the holorecording we had smuggled out of the prison that day.

“Rex and I have obtained intel from within Imperial command that the clones inhibitor chips were also programmed to act as remote kill switches. Unless their unwavering commitment to the Empire can be proven better than that of volunteers, they will be destroyed.” The holorecording of both Rampart and Tarkin discussing their plans played for the entire alliance to hear and when it finished they sat absorbing the information in near silence for a long time.

“What is it that you are asking of this group?” A Rodian asked skeptically, her large eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“For your help in making this right. Many of you know me. You know my dedication to the Republic, to the Senate,” I paused, closing my eyes and letting out a deep sigh of sorrow escape me, “to Senator Amidala, my most beloved mentor. She trusted the clones and fought for their rights and equal treatment as much as I have these many years. These men are gifted, brilliant soldiers and leaders, and intensely loyal friends. Millions of them deserve the chance to be free from a life of unwilling service to the Empire. An Empire that treats them like spare parts instead of men. Living, breathing men with hopes, dreams and loved ones. Haven’t we all seen enough senseless and unnecessary death? One mass extinction is one too many for our lifetimes. Help us ensure that there will not be another one.” I stood at the helm of the table now, all eyes jumping between myself and Rex.

“We don’t deserve to die for a choice we never made.” Rex said firmly, with more passion and emotion breaking through his proper, by the book exterior than he’d ever permitted before. His deep brown eyes reflected the same spark of light, the same spirit of rebellion that we felt watching the sunset beside Padmé’s tomb. This was his moment, this was his purpose. To demand that his life, all their lives, were more important than duty. Each clone deserved to know that and Rex’s mission for the rest of his life was to find a way to make that dream possible.

Senator Mothma closed her bright blue eyes and let a single solemn tear slip down the rosy porcelain curve of her cheek. She was always an ethereal being with a quiet air of sadness haunting her every move like it hurt her to watch injustice poison her almost heavenly existence. She let a broken, sorrowful smile widen her pale lips before the stoic wall of a gracious, expressionless stare reappeared. “Be that as it may, we simply do not have the numbers or the credits to spare to support such a lofty effort as a liberation of this magnitude. I’m afraid there is no course of action we can take that would delude suspicion. We are a small, but growing effort. I cannot risk exposure for such a fringe conspiracy, my dear.”

Saw Gerrera’s booming laugh broke through the silence from the far side of the conference table. “Risk. HA. Senator Mon Mothma…from her purist ivory tower in the clouds. Watching planets…hell- entire systems suffocate under the Empire’s rule while you waste time arguing with what’s left of a broken senate. A senate that never worked for all even at its peak. While I lost my planet, my sister, where were you? When my freedom fighters die for the truth, where are you? Risk. What do you know of risk?”

Mothma’s head swiveled in his direction and I could practically feel the steam rising as her anger did. “Don’t speak to me as if I have done nothing to contribute. All I donate, all I speak out about to hide my work, all I give up at great personal cost…I risk everything I have to bring an end to this tyranny.”

“The blood my people have spilled for liberation is worth more to me than every credit you’ve ever touched, Senator. Not until the body who stands before the red blades and blaster bolts of the Empire is your own will I hear you speak about what giving up everything means.” Cham Syndulla’s temper flared, his pointed teeth bared in disgust as the infighting continued.

Bail raised his hands to silence the room. “That’s enough. This infighting will get us nowhere. The matter still stands, the Captain brings us insight and truth at a cost higher than any of us could ever know. We have all lost family to the Empire. That is what is at risk for this man. For all of them. We cannot sit idly by and allow mass extermination to happen again.”

“We don’t have the numbers.” A Rodian man I didn’t recognize argued, the worry beginning to cloud the complex nebula of his eyes. 

“How would we ever determine which of these clones is worthy of having his life saved?”

“What if they killed one of the great Jedi Generals? We cannot excuse this behavior and reward them with freedom. They should be executed for their crimes!” 

More and more voices cried out in fear around the table and more and more I could feel it demoralizing Rex to his very core. The fists by his sides that were once curled in determination unfurled as his shoulders sagged in a sign of defeat that I hoped was only obvious to me.

I stood up slowly and grabbed his bicep in reassurance as I stepped past him. I slammed my fist on the table and quieted the room in an instant. “Listen to yourselves! Arguing and debating over the minute details of a decision that was never theirs to make. Punishing them for crimes they did not willingly commit. These are men. Good men. Men you once trusted with your lives. Who answered us when we needed help. And now that they need us you all could stand to close your eyes and turn your backs to another grand injustice? You would sit back and let the Empire wipe them out the same way they would every one of your planets? Your families? Your people? You seek to call yourselves a Rebellion. A Rebellion against a single being who oppresses all - every man, woman and child - who dares call out for their liberation. Who are all of you to place boundaries in the way of freedom? If you leave these men to suffer the consequences of a life stolen before its beginning, then this Republic was dead long before a clone ever picked up a blaster. Help us free these men from the binders we created or wear the scars of their loss on your very skin like the tallies on his armor.” I shouted, grabbing his helmet from the bag at our feet and tossing it in the middle of the holotable.

The people in the room gasped at the sheer brutality of it all etched into the plastoid. Each tally wasn’t for a republic victory like I once thought. Every tally stood for a brother's life lost from their battalion. Rex wore their loss on his outer skin so he’d never forget them. Pretty soon one tally stood for five men, for ten, for a hundred. So he didn’t run out of room. Plastoid was designed specifically to be light and wearable for extended periods of time. Yet, each etched memorial strike felt like the weight of a thousand brothers on each piece of armor. It wasn’t until he’d buried his brothers by hand outside the Tribunal did he realize how heavy a load survival truly was. How exhausted he was by the unbearably large loss of life he was surrounded by.

And now for the first time I truly felt it collapse down on top of me in the same way. I took in a deep breath to hold back the tears I wanted to cry and instead spoke again, my voice viciously serious and far more scornful than would’ve been permitted on the Senate floor. “I can’t bear to carry the weight of any more stolen lives. Can you?”

The representatives from planets all around the galaxy exchanged glances, silently absorbing the heavy tone in the omen of my words. Each and every person here stood for the lives of millions, just like Rex did. They had entire worlds to protect and their own interests to serve. They came together for a common goal. To destroy the evil that had taken root in the center of the galaxy we knew. Whether they liked it or not, that galaxy included the lives of clones.

Maybe they were never ready to address what was to come of them when the war was over. Maybe for the clones war would never be over. They would be re-conscripted and re-sold to fight in other wars, for other purposes. Maybe some planned to retire them. Let them choose to go free and live a life they should’ve been afforded all along. Maybe we would never know what their future would’ve been. Because this war wasn’t over. It had just begun and the forming rebellion now had the choice to deliberate on the very same issue they had more than five years ago. What to do with a clone army.

Senator Mothma let out a deep sigh and looked to where Rex and I stood beside Bail Organa. “Shall we put it to a vote? Senator Organa may record our conclusion.” The group of leaders audibly agreed in unison.

Rex turned to me with an expression of defeat I’d only seen on him once in our lives together. After the death of the way things were.

I leaned into his side and gripped his bare hand, his very real, very human, flesh and blood hand, in my own and did my best to comfort him. To brace him for whatever the possible result might be.

“Those in favor of exploring the liberation of the clones of the former Grand Army of the Republic and the removal of inhibitor chips say I.”

Three voices spoke.

An entire room full of decent people who I’d come to call friends of mine over the years, who had their lives, their entire planets saved time and again by clones throughout the war, who claimed numerous times to care about acting against injustice…

Nearly an entire room full of people fell silent. As the bystanders of oppression tend to do. 

Of the dissenting voices, there was one whose accented tone stood out immediately. Cham Syndulla looked around the room in vehement disgust at the cowardice surrounding him. Clones had lived with his people since nearly the very beginning of the war and had become as much a part of their cause as anyone. There were even whispers on the holonet of an uprising on Ryloth that eliminated ISB forces from the planet for a rotation.

The second was Saw Gerrera, speaking in opposition of the young, yet timid and unsure former CIS Senator that accompanied him. It had been more than a year since Rex had helped train Saw and his rebels on his home planet of Onderon. But from what I could tell, Saw had aged quicker while fighting a war. Something that clearly made him identify with the clones' cause. Him being close enough to Rex to consider calling him a friend of sorts didn’t hurt either.

The last of the three voices, to no surprise, was Bail. Bail who believed without a shadow of a doubt that the clones were worthy of saving. Bail trusted my judgment and he trusted Rex because I did. Because Padmé always did. He had given us the shirt off his back and housed us all in secret when doing so could get him killed. Bail was with us. 

But not even the tried and true, reliable and powerful voice of Senator Organa was enough to convince the group of utterly defeated leaders before us.

Palpatine didn’t just destroy the Jedi and the Republic as we knew it. He didn’t just take the will and independence right out of the bodies and minds of every clone. Palpatine destroyed the trust the people had in the men they owed everything to. The people no longer believed or felt safe with the group of them. 

In many ways, it was like they were already dead in the eyes of the people. And pretending they weren’t anything worth saving was easier than coming to terms with the idea that they were individuals who deserved a life they were never going to be given. That the former Republic senators and leaders were signing death warrants for the second time since their creation.

Despite all that each and every clone fought and died to uphold for trillions of lifeforms across the galaxy, the people they saved didn’t care enough about them to return the favor. I broke inside as I watched Rex realize how devoid of meaning his life was to the people at the table. There was nothing I could do to ease that pain. To shield him from a cold reality he had given everything to try to prevent.

Bail made a solemn, apologetic glance over at me before he rested his hands on the table and spoke calmly, “It is decided then. The Alliance declines the motion.”

“Then this is no alliance.” Cham spat, “We do not abandon our own on Ryloth. The clones are as much family to my people as our own children. I will not stand beside people who treat them as anything otherwise.”

Saw let out a hearty laugh, contemptuous and paired with an arrogant, haughty smile. “You see, Mothma? See how your indecisive hand-wringing pushes away those who are willing to act? Your fear of consequences condemns them all to death. There will come a time where action is your only option. And I will not be waiting on anyone’s permission to fight.”

Their words were severe and fracturing. There was a clear lack of consistency within the levels of this newly formed Alliance. Mothma was all about decisive calculation, carefully orchestrated solutions without unnecessary loss. Syndulla and Saw, on the other hand, were from the school of thought that fighting and action were the only meaningful tools to battling an oppressive regime. Every loss made in the pursuit of freedom was not without purpose. 

Rex usually agreed or at least understood this mentality. It’s the rule by which his brothers had lived for the last decade or so. Yet avoiding unnecessary loss was exactly what we both came to this meeting to do. Even though we looked forward to speaking the truth to people with the means and positions to actually do something, it felt like there was no right answer. That no one among them had any one right idea about how to fix things. We came here hoping for clarity and camaraderie. Now it just felt pointless.

Rex’s hand squeezed mine, turning to stare at me with the same vacant emotion that was filling my chest. This was not the outcome we wanted. This was not what we thought a rebellion would be. This was nothing short of demoralizing to everything we had worked toward. We both knew it.

Slowly, his fingers unfurled and he stepped back, letting the bickering at the table continue. He looked at me like all he wanted to do was run. I nodded and he faded into the back corner of the room, slipping out the door without so much as a word from any of the others in the room. I stood frozen in place, coming to the realization that whatever dream I’d once had of following in Senator Organa or Amidala’s footsteps was all a farce. 

I would never allow myself to debate when people’s lives were at stake. That was never the person I was. I grew up in a criminal underworld and found my way through by crawling and scratching my way to survival. To do the right thing in a place surrounded by people who never did. Once, I thought that meant climbing up the sky scraping buildings to the light of the surface. To the place where liberty and fairness and political discussion could shape a better world for our people.

But now, knowing that everything was manipulated far before I was even born. That every single person in the Senate building was a pawn in one person’s lust for ultimate power. Through knowing Rex, and every clone I’d ever met, I knew that I wasn’t someone who spoke for others. I was someone who fought for others. It wasn’t until now, at this very meeting, that I realized what a difference there was between those two things.

Lost in my own numbing thoughts and realization of the death of a former dream, Bail nudged my shoulder delicately. I turned to him with more betrayal in my eyes than I’d ever looked at him with and let out a shaky breath just barely holding back my tears. He subtly nodded his understanding, his condolences for being outvoted, his deep, mournful sorrow at his inability to garner enough support for what he knew was the right thing. Even the greatest man I knew could fail sometimes.

“Go. He needs you.” Bail muttered below the crowd noise, “Your place is with them. I pray you find the solution they deserve. I’m sorry I couldn’t.”

I did my best to hide the scorned glint in my eyes, but the way he averted his gaze from me told me I hadn’t. “I know you’ve done all you could for us. We appreciate your help. But I expected more from the people I once knew. She would’ve been ashamed to have once stood amongst them.”

Bail sighed, “she understood sacrifice better than anyone. She would’ve understood our position.” He argued in the group's defense, though knowing he was on the losing side of our discussion. He could be too fair sometimes.

I thought about what Padmé would’ve done with millions of innocent lives on the line. I thought about the personal risk she would’ve taken to protect the rights of others. About all the things she’d do to protect me and the person I loved. Before I could realize what I was doing, I rested my hand on the bump I’d been hiding in plain sight.

“And she would’ve understood mine.” I bit back the tears brimming, as his eyes widened in realization. “They fought and died to protect your families. And since none of you find them worthy enough to return the favor, I’m going to do what you all won’t. Even if it kills me.”

I took off toward where Rex left the briefing room, Bail speechless and with little more to add that wouldn’t make this worse. The torch light of the tunnel we entered through led me back to the safety of the meadow. The tall grasses swaying in the haze of twilight felt like whips against my skin trying to hold me back. All the peace that we’d found here during the waning hours of daylight in late afternoon was replaced by the shaded gloom of night.

Running down the path left by his footprints, I followed his steps into the clearing of the open meadow. All the bright flowers of hope had closed as the light faded away. Not even the planet's three pale moons could be seen through the thickening clouds of fog rolling in. I could just make out his silhouette sitting beneath the knotted roots and limbs of the winding ancient tree, likely the closest he’d get to the jedi presence we all desperately needed right now.

I approached slowly, his jacket and pants sloughed off and in a heap on the ground behind him. He sat in the body glove he felt more comfortable in than real clothes and shivered slightly each time the wind picked up, brushing through curls he’d never worn this long before. With one knee pulled to his chest and the other dangling over the bended edge of the hilltop into nothingness, he stared off with his hands joined together in his lap.

My body collapsed down next to his, pulling him into a hug he was almost too numb to recognize immediately. He buried his face in my shoulder and tried calming his panicked breathing, coming in short heaving bursts or such faint inhales it felt at times like he wasn’t breathing at all. His mind was racing, but his body had surrendered, the control he’d maintained throughout the briefing completely cracking as reality set in. 

My fingertips and palms took turns caressing circles and massages at the nape of his neck, totally failing to stop my tears from falling too. We could’ve been sitting there for hours, minutes, entire rotations and it still would’ve been impossible to tell. Such a brutal rejection in our darkest hour made time stand still while we tried to gather our thoughts.

After a long time he spoke, “I didn’t want to believe they don’t care. I-I hoped they’d find some humanity in us…in me.” He sniffled, sitting up and switching positions to let me lay my head on him now. “The simple fact is…we were always just numbers to most of them. All those battles, those men we lost, were just meaningless credits spent instead of lives lived. No one ever asked how it made us feel. It’s ironic that the ones we were forced to eliminate are the only ones who would’ve saved us.”

“I won’t give up, Rex. Whatever we can manage together…the five of us, we’ll help as many brothers as we can. I won’t abandon you all. We’ll find our own way.” 

He slid me into his lap and kissed my forehead, “We’ll do all we can, until we can’t anymore. And when that time comes and we have to run, you listen to me. If we can’t save all my brothers, then we at least have to try to survive to live the lives they would’ve wanted.”

I nodded hesitantly, “it’s just…cruel. What kind of people create men who were only ever meant to die? How could I have wanted to be one of them?”

Rex tipped my chin up to look past the tears pooling in my eyes. “You’re not like them. You found me. When all the galaxy saw me - saw all of us - as weapons of war and destroyers of the Republic, you loved me. You love me.” He brushed away the streams of tears on my cheeks and let a bittersweet smile inch across his own stained face. “So maybe I was meant for that too.”

I let out a choked sob because his words, his feelings were selfless and beautiful when most people would be filled with nothing but despair. “Rex…it’s-it’s about more than that. You are meant to live. To be a survivor. So you can have the life that every one of you deserved to know. To grow old in.”

His eyes fell and he swallowed slowly, like it hurt him to absorb the idea that his own destiny might differ greatly from that of which his duty had always stated. “Living now means being with you. If I was always meant to survive to live a life I choose, then I was meant to spend it with you.” Our gaze into each other's eyes was an unspoken, unbreakable agreement to live in spite of the odds against us.

Life is about the pursuit of glorious purpose. Not to have it scripted to you or forced upon you at birth, but to find it for yourself. Rex found a reason to survive despite all the obstacles and though now that he knew his true purpose, he still felt he had a few more challenges to conquer.

“Pardon my interruption,” A smooth, accented voice whispered into the air behind us. “And my deepest apologies for what happened back there. I know many of them are not ready to experience, first hand, the harsh reality of war.” 

Rex and I turned to find that Cham Syndulla and two of his younger advisors stood behind us under the cover of nightfall. We exchanged glances, before Rex stood up to meet him where he stood beside the twisted tree roots. “It’s alright, Cham, sir. Thank you for sticking up for us back there. We need all the support we can get now.”

“That…is why I am here. Your brother, Howzer, speaks of you with great regard.” Cham explained, sounding far more polite than he probably was on a battlefield. “We would like to present you, your partner and any other free clones with the means to support liberation. We have an opportunity for you, Captain Rex.”

Rex perked up, shaking off the effects that the meeting had on him the only way he ever knew how; diving right back into his duty. Knowing there was nothing else we could do to sway the larger rebellion in our favor, I squeezed Rex’s bicep to confirm my agreement. He reached for his helmet in the bag between us and slung it under his arm like he did thousands of times before when he meant business.

“...well, what’s the mission?”

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Notes: I am sad :) also uhhhhh rebellions aren't easy, people don't always agree, political frustrations rampant as I think they would be during times like this. this fic has basically become an unnamed/physically undescribed oc...if you want to know more about her check here or send me an ask!

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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Leia Organa’s nanny

Leia Organa x reader

warnings:

a/n: i forgot abt lola!!! and this request!!!

prompt: anonymous: “Could I request headcanons from the Obi-Wan Kenobi series about being child!Princess Leia‘s babysitter, please? Thank you!”

your family had been trusted members of the Alderaanian Royal Guard for generations

you’d worked around the castle for some time before there was a delightful new addition to the royal family

and they asked you to care for her personally

“y/n, i think we have the perfect job for you” -bail

you met leia soon after she was born and thought she was the most beautiful girl to exist

“oh, i think i’m going to enjoy this job” -you

(it ended up being the most daunting thing you’d ever have to face)

she was not at all fussy as a baby, but as she grew up she got VERY sassy

and adventurous

“leia! no, please get down from there! your parents cannot know you climbed that high!” -you

“i can go higher!” -leia, climbing a tree

you just about had a heart attack

it only encouraged her

leia may be an adrenaline junkie, but she’s not opposed to a nice night in

you’ve gotten her to settle in with a good book and some homemade treats

breha and bail encourage you to teach her life skills, so she’s made a few meals and such on her own (you tried to help, she insists she can do it herself)

“do you like it?” -leia

“it’s…great…” -you, chewing charred cookies

she’s getting the hang of it

taking trips with the organa family

to which you get a small “break” from leia

not really, she loves to include you in family stuff

they all do, really

and you love the new sights across the galaxy, you never would have imagined these alone

“i think y/n would adore the skyline, don’t you?” -breha

“only one way to find out” -bail

they embraced you as family

you do leia’s hair a ton

“what would you like today?” -you

“braids” -leia

“what kind?” -you

“two pinned around my head” -leia

“i’ll do my best, dear” -you

you secretly taught leia her little attitude

always stand her ground and show kindness where it’s deserved

you have to gently wake her up, she’s been known to have some “active” dreams

you’ve been kicked and/or punched many mornings

“well, it was your own fault…sorry” -leia

she asks if you know anything of her birth parents

“unfortunately, i do not. i know you’d like answers, and maybe someday you’ll get them, but i would pry too hard if i were you” -you

“well, you aren’t me” -leia

“that’s true, miss attitude” -you

supervising when her cousins are around, since there seem to be plenty of disagreements between them

you can’t help but smirk at leia’s clapbacks

“now, come on, you guys. don’t be rude” -you

“who are you to tell me what to do, servant?” -cousin

“hey! don’t talk to them like that or i’ll make sure you go to bed bald!” -leia

“settle down—” -you

“not until he apologizes!” -leia

you have to remove leia from many of these situations

but she prefers alone time (and alone time with you) rather than those pesky social events

“i’d be so bored without you i think” -leia

“you do?” -you

“very much so” -leia

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[tsotf-fic]

♚ chapter 1 - when stars collide ♛

ii. birds of paradise

The Royal Family departed Cantham House for the Imperial Palace right as the Coruscant sun began to set. Within the speeder, nobody dared to speak under the looming shadow of Imperial surveillance.

Y/N leaned up against the transparisteel window, wistfully looking upon the planetwide city. Coruscant was unlike any other metropolis planet; as far as the eye could see, there were absolutely no traces of life that weren't artificially transplanted from somewhere else. To many, including the Organas, it served as a cold reminder of the effect humans had on the galaxy.

If planets were considered living beings, she pondered, Coruscant would certainly be considered a droid.

"Be careful not to smudge your makeup, dear," Breha said, breaking the silence and snapping Y/N out of her daydream.

To the untrained eye, Breha maintained an air of queenly confidence and serenity, but her family could tell she absolutely radiated with anxiety.

Bail gave her hand a gentle squeeze and smiled. "She'll be fine, my love. We all will."

Feathers rustled as Leia shifted uncomfortably in her dress. "I still have a bad feeling about this," she muttered under her breath.

The speeder landed on the platform just outside of the Imperial Palace, where a crowd of dignitaries, politicians, and socialites from all corners of the galaxy rushed to enter the party first. Each person seemed desperate to outperform the other with their custom-made costumes commissioned from the best designers in the galaxy. The costumes themselves included animals, historical and legendary figures, and various other symbols of planetary cultures.

Leia scoffed. "I bet the materials used to make those are worth more than entire planets in the Outer Rim!"

"I doubt anyone else here cares," Y/N replied, subtly gesturing towards a gaggle of visibly intoxicated politicians.

"Girls, please do not stare at your colleagues," Breha said under her breath with a fake smile plastered on her face.

Bail stifled a laugh as he watched none other than Representative Binks trip over the tail of his blarth costume. "How he manages to stay in power is certainly one of the galaxy's greatest mysteries," he whispered to Y/N and Leia, earning a glare from his wife.

"Perrin! This is a formal celebration, not an excuse for you to get drunk!"

Mon Mothma's husband stumbled out of the crowd. Sparkling, crystalline triangles jutted out from his outfit at all angles, and one could only assume it was meant to mimic the crystal cliffs north of Hanna city, albeit a very gaudy version.

"I jus' wanted to have a li’l fun before the party starts," he slurred, completely oblivious to his wife's anger at the spectacle he was causing. "It's a celebration! I'm celebrating!"

"Not like that," Mon retorted, practically dragging him by his collar. Whether intentional or not, her costume directly contrasted his with its organic, blossom-covered branches twisting elegantly around the lush green fabric of her dress. "If you plan on acting this way the whole night, don't even bother returning to the embassy!"

Most bystanders turned away in embarrassment as the Chandrilan senator berated her husband. Mon did her best to maintain her composure, but she was clearly on the edge of tears; it didn't help that Perrin's inebriated friends loudly tried to egg them on.

Breha and Bail exchanged sympathetic, knowing glances, almost as though they had an unspoken secret language–they were practically Lorrdians when compared to their Chandrilan counterparts.

Perrin wriggled out of his wife's grip and turned around to point an accusing finger at her. "And you wonder why your daughter hates you!" He hobbled off, leaving Mon standing there, flustered and humiliated. However, something about the way she quickly regained her composure told Y/N that she was happy to be rid of him.

Mon’s tear-pricked eyes lit up when she saw the apprehensive Alderaanian girl.

"Y/N, dear, how are you? My, you look so beautiful," she said, placing a hand on the side of Y/N's cheek, her face glowing with pride.

"It's so nice to see you, Auntie Mon! But I guess the situation requires that I refer to you as Senator Mothma," Y/N laughed.

"Oh, please, there's no need for that. People are already judging me for that little fiasco, so what harm would it do for us to drop a little formality?"

With that, the senator immediately drew in the younger woman for a tight embrace, albeit yielding enough to prevent their costumes from being crushed together. Y/N didn't know if it came from the flowers on her aunt's dress or a perfume on her skin, but something about the warm, delicate scent made her feel so calm, so at home. Perhaps it was just a reflection of its wearer's personality: gentle and elegant, with hidden strength beneath the surface, everything Y/N aspired to be. It pained her so much to see someone she held in such high regard be treated so poorly.

"We're here, too, you know," Bail's voice rang, interrupting their embrace.

"I figured as much, Your Highness," Mon playfully retorted. She pulled away from Y/N, giving her one last smile as she wiped the remnants of tears from the corners of her eyes, and went to greet her colleague. "It's always a pleasure to see the Royal Family."

After exchanging bows with the Viceroy and Queen of Alderaan, she turned to the young princess and her eyes lit up again, although not as bright as they were for Y/N.

"Ah! Matching costumes, how charming! I wonder whose idea that was." She turned to look at Breha, who let out an uncharacteristically loud laugh.

"What better way to compensate for our lack of costumes than by showcasing Alderaan's loveliest young ladies?" The queen responded, resting her hands on both girls' shoulders.

"I still think a costume would have suited you well, mother. You and father would have made for quite the pair of swans," Leia said with a tinge of sarcasm behind her voice as she patted her mother's hand.

"Well, perhaps you're right, but I'm afraid there are more pressing matters than us arriving at the ball as a flock of birds."

"I would have liked to be a bird," Bail chimed in, earning a chorus of laughter in response.

Y/N laughed along with the group, but something about the whole conversation felt stilted, awkward, especially considering how well they all knew each other. Perhaps it had to do with the discomfort of her being a mere noble in the presence of planetary leaders; as much as they tried to include her, she never truly fit in among them. They couldn't help that, though, none of them could. It was just the way things were. So, she continued to smile as she always did.

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[walkawaytall]

🛒 and 🎢?

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Oh, this is a good question. I feel like a consistent theme in a lot of what I write, fanfic or not, is “people are more complex than you think”, which is real vague and probably also a theme that like 90% of writers use, but I feel like that sums it up pretty well. I write a lot of inner-world-focused stuff, I think? And I think a lot of what I write, even when it’s not a total bummer, has bummer-adjacent qualities. But I usually try to drop in hints that the future is hopeful any time it makes sense to do so. Leia can’t imagine having kids in Reconstitution because she doesn’t want to have an unsecured firearm around children but also cannot sleep without her blaster next to her, but by the end, she’s slipping it into a drawer as she readies for bed; Leia says she bites her fingernails to stubs because of constant stress in Confirmed by Sources Close to the Subject, but in the last scene, her nails are long enough to pick apart book pages, etc. (sometimes I do wonder if these hints are too subtle because it seems like they get missed? And then I feel pretentious, like I’m not trusting my readers. But, based on their comments, some readers have missed them, so…)

Also, as I’ve written more and more, I’ve developed little headcanons that overlap in some of my fics even if the fics themselves could not occur in the same universe. Leia looking for Han’s boots on the ramp of the Falcon to assure herself he isn’t too injured upon returning from a mission pops up in Reconstitution and Purpose of Heritage, the Organas having family snowball fights has been mentioned in Purpose of Heritage and Served Cold, I liked a whole field blood transfusion scenario that was mentioned in passing in Collateral so much apparently that I’m using it again (this time as a full scene) even though the fic I’m using it in cannot exist in the same AU as Collateral for a variety of reasons. Also, Leia being fond of cake. Like, it’s now canon that Breha and Bail bribed child Leia with sweetmallow cakes when she couldn’t attend functions they needed to be at, which is why I picked it when I needed just any food item for her to be fond of for Speak Louder, but some part of my brain has been working overtime to get cake into as many of my fics as humanly possible for whatever reason and now I just think it’s funny.

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

On the kind of humorous, what-is-going-on side of wild rides, probably Nemesis. That’s the fic I wrote mostly from Tarkin’s POV in which he has declared seventeen-year-old Leia his nemesis and spends an entire day trying to catch her in a lie. The last bit from Palpatine’s POV is unhinged in a funny way and 100% inspired by an episode of 30 Rock (I mean, the entire concept was inspired by the dynamic between Jack and Kaylie on 30 Rock).

Wildest emotional ride is probably Purpose of Heritage, but I don’t think it’s in a way unexpected for the genre. There are just a lot of things for everyone to have feelings about between A New Hope and The Empire Strikes Back.

Thank you for the questions!

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[miladythewinter]

Review of SW: Leia Princess of Alderaan

This is the second Claudia Gray book I've read and it was much, much better than Lost Stars, which I intensely disliked.

In this book we follow 16 year old Leia Organa as she discovers the budding rebellion that her parents are involved in, discovering herself and first love at the same time.

I liked the characterisation in this book - it's definitely Gray's biggest strength. Thankfully Leia was portrayed as the polite but spoiled, bossy princess she must have been, instead of a dainty, perfect princess another author might have written. I liked that very much. I felt that she may even come across as unlikeable to some readers which surprised me but in a good way. All the supporting characters are good and the relationship between Bail and Breha - something we haven't seen before - was also interesting to see. We could have had more of it but this book isn't about them, so it's just wishful thinking from my part.

However, Gray's writing is still as iffy as it was on Lost Stars - significantly less so, to be sure, but there's still a lot of work to be done here. First, and this is a matter of taste, she has some writing quirks that I don't particularly appreciate, such as use of long parenthesis, starting sentences with 'probably' and 'really' instead of with the subject, and weird comparisons that don't really mean anything.

Second, her writing is sloppy, which could be from a lack of revision, mostly noticeable in repetitiveness and a lack of essential description. This gives the impression of a draft version with a lot of holes to fill rather than a solid, well-plotted, rounded story. The pacing was also a bit off, stalling a bit after the middle and with a rushed ending.

In general, though, I'd say this was a good book, especially for younger audiences, and it's self-contained enough. Unlike other SW books, it doesn't try to do more than it should, or cover more ground than it can, and for that reason it's a nice read.

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Since Ned is gone, can Miles be an official try guy now???

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#3

Hey, I have a message for you from all writers:

If you don’t like a fic or story? Keep it to yourself

Don’t comment or message them that you don’t like it. Keep it to yourself

If you don’t want to follow the story anymore? Keep it to yourself

If you don’t like where it’s going? Keep it to yourself

If you don’t have any kind/constructive comments? Keep them to yourself

Don’t say “I’m disappointed in this” or “I’m done following this” keep it to yourself

If you aren’t a writer, you have no idea how discouraging these things are when they’re not kept to yourself. Especially if we love what we create. It’s damaging to someone’s creativity and can make them fall out of writing. It can dim the fire if this is their passion, so keep it to yourself

It’s really not that hard to keep it to yourself

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#2

Fox has caf rants after every Galatic Senate meeting. His favorite senators and (mostly) him talk (rant) about how much they hate Palpatine. But it’s mainly just Fox downing 16 cups of caf while outlining even detail about what makes Palpatine the worst person to ever exist in the galaxy while the senators nod and agree. By the end, everyone’s convinced he’s going to leave the room and go shoot Palpatine on the spot, and to be honest, none of them would stop him. They might even come to watch the show

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[ao3feed-obikin]

poison from the same vine

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49052227 by vexmybones When Anakin Skywalker fell to the Darkside he took you with him. Now you're trapped and longing for things you'll never have. Or so you think. Words: 23491, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Reader, Anakin Skywalker, CC-1010 | Fox, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, CT-7567 | Rex, Ahsoka Tano, Other Star Wars Character(s), Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker, Bail Organa, Breha Organa, Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader, Darth Vader Relationships: Anakin Skywalker/Reader, Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader/Reader, Darth Vader/Reader, CC-1010 | Fox/Reader, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: Mentioned Padmé Amidala, Past Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker, Post-Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Episode: s01e06 Part VI (Star Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi TV), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Nightmares, Miscarriage, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Infidelity, Inappropriate Use of the Force, Force Choking (Star Wars), Choking, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Tired CC-1010 | Fox, Darth Vader Redemption, Bald Darth Vader, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious Being an Asshole, Possessive Darth Vader, Anakin Skywalker Kept His Limbs, He Only Has Mild Breathing Problems, Suitless Darth Vader, Not Beta Read, we die like clones, BAMF Reader, Reader-Insert, Ex-Jedi Reader, Force-Sensitive Reader, Female Reader, Mentioned Kit Fisto, We Love Commander Fox In This House, And We Keeps Him, Rough Sex, Throne Sex, little bit of, Stockholm Syndrome, Maybe - Freeform, But It Works Out., Force Bond (Star Wars), Friends With Benefits, Toxic attachment, Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Anakin Skywalker Has Issues, Reader also has issues, Everyone Has Issues, No use of y/n, Complete read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49052227

[starfleetsacademy]

The mountains rose up, folding toward them, swallowing them whole. She felt her husband’s warmth, his breath on her neck, then the scent of ash and smoke, and in the next moment, oblivion.

"Eclipse" From a Certain Point of View. Written by Madeleine Roux.