#breha organa and reader

[tsotf-fic]

♚ chapter 1 - when stars collide ♛

i. sisters

"Are you sure the feathers are necessary?" Leia asked as her attendant droid, WA-2V, laced up the back of her bodice.

A cloud of white feathers and lavender tulle surrounded her waist and delicately floated to her feet, giving her the appearance of some ethereal being from an old fairy tale.

"It is a costume party," replied Y/N, who was also being fitted in a matching gown. "Besides, I heard feathers are very good for diplomacy."

Leia glared at her, only for the two of them to immediately burst into giggles afterwards. Her deep brown eyes reflected a softness that only Y/N knew; only together could she truly be vulnerable without ever feeling weak or threatened.

However, vulnerability usually referred to dropping the prim-and-proper-princess persona in favor of mischievous girlishness.

The rather flamboyant costumes they wore–which were based upon Alderaanian swans, the heraldic animal of House Organa–were for the upcoming ball for the Grand Vicennial Celebration of the Empire. Holonet News predicted it to be the 'party of the century,' but Y/N had her doubts. Sure, events like these were politically important, but the whole ordeal was just another gross display of the veneer of Imperial wealth and power.

Queen Breha, who oversaw preparing the girls for the ball, placed her hand on Leia's shoulder with playful sternness. "Now, girls, in spite of our opinions of the Empire, it is crucial that the two of you take this event seriously–especially you, Leia."

"I know, mother. It is my duty to represent the Alderaan system with grace and dignity."

"Exactly. And don't think you're free from responsibility, Y/N. You're the sole heir to the House of Alde, and its reputation rests firmly in your hands alone."

"I guess I should be dressed as a thranta, then," Y/N sighed. As fun as it was to be descended from the original namesake of their planet, she didn't like being reminded of the fact she wasn't an Organa.

Breha noticed Y/N's change of mood and gave her a reassuring smile. "If that is what you wish, I can have it arranged. However, I think it is rather charming to have you and Leia in matching outfits."

"And I don't want to be the only one stuck in feathers," Leia retorted.

Y/N turned to face the mirror. Her hair, like Leia's, was done up in plaits encircling her head. A pair of white wings stretched out over the sides of her braids, and from the center extended a chain of pearls ending in a teardrop-shaped jewel of lilac chalcedony at the center of her forehead.

"Why aren't you in a silly costume, mom?" Leia asked, crossing her arms.

"I'm dressed as the Queen of Alderaan. I'm already silly enough," Breha said with a wink. "Now, if you two will excuse me, I have some business to attend to elsewhere. WA-2V, please make sure the girls are ready within an hour."

"Yes, your majesty," whirred the gentle mechanical voice of WA-2V as Breha hurried out of the room.

Y/N turned to Leia and shrugged. Even though Breha was the ruler of the planet, they were always the ones who had to dress up and essentially be put on display at any sort of political gathering.

It wasn't entirely a bad thing–the inner child in Y/N still enjoyed the charm of dancing in beautiful gowns at glittering balls. Ironically, it was one of the few instances where she didn't shy away from being in the spotlight.

Leia, however, had quickly outgrown that sense of romantic naïveté.

"I still have no idea how we're going to dance in these dresses without falling on our faces," Leia whispered.

"We'll just have to be as light and graceful as swans," Y/N whispered back.

"Yeah, right."

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

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Written in the Stars: Chapter XIV - Expectations

Chapter Summary: Being a child of [Y/N] [L/N] and Anakin Skywalker is not easy. Both Leia and Luke find out about it as they grow up. You and their friends try to be there for them, but you can't always protect them from the danger. Or a rebellious strike. What awaits your children? And will they find their inner peace?

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/Reader, Axe Woves/Original Female Character

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Reader, Leia Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Bail Organa, Breha Organa, Celly Organa, Niano Organa, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano

Word Count: 6801

A/N: This chapter contains some of the plot and dialogues of the TV show "Obi-Wan Kenobi". Gif is not mine. Happy reading!

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An eight-year-old Leia Organa doesn't like going to parties. Even if the said parties are at her Uncle Bail's home. Even if she can see her Aunt Padmé, who's been recently chosen as the Chancellor. She prefers to play outside, climb trees and train with her lightsaber with Luke. She finds all the politics and social gatherings boring. But the last thing she wants to do is to disappoint her parents, so she begrudgingly changes into something nice and gets on the ship that takes them to Alderaan.

'How long do we have to be here?' she asks when they go down the ramp once they arrive.

'We just got here,' her father laughs.

'That's not the answer to my question,' his daughter says.

'It's hard to say but definitely too long for your liking,' you sigh. Leia groans.

'Think about it that way,' her brother says cheerfully. 'At least we don't have to learn protocol today. Or diplomacy.'

'No, but we have to live it today,' his sister points out. You put hands on their shoulders.

'Yes, so please, behave,' you ask them.

'If you do, you can not behave once we are back,' Anakin says, winking at his children. They grin at him.

'Why did I marry you?' you ask, rolling your eyes. He looks at you softly.

'Because you love me,' he answers. You can't help but smile.

'Ha! I won,' Bail says as you approach him. You look at him with confusion. He answers with an amused look. His wife, Breha, rolls her eyes.

'I said you won't even reach us before you look at each other lovingly at least once,' he explains. You and your husband blush, embarrassed. Bail waves his hand.

'Don't worry, we love that about you,' he says and smiles at your children. 'Princess Leia, Prince Luke, we're glad to have you here.'

'The pleasure is ours, Senator Organa,' your daughter says politely. Bail raises his eyebrows. You and Anakin smile.

'Someone is growing into a diplomat, I see,' Organa says.

'Only when she wants to,' Luke says. Leia elbows him.

'Ow! See what I mean?' her brother asks, glaring at his sister. 'And hello, uncle, aunt.'

'Please, come in,' Breha says and you walk into the palace. 'You must be tired.'

'No,' you and your children say.

'Yes,' Anakin answers. You give them a look.

'Hey, while you were sitting, we were very busy,' your husband says.

'Running around the ship,' you say. 'You didn't have to. It's your fault you're tired. You could have, like me, read the report from Lanash.'

'Booooring,' your rascals groan. You sigh.

'I know, I'd prefer running around the ship as well,' you admit. Your children look at you with surprise, while Anakin grins. Your children want to ask questions, but then they notice Padmé. They run to her, squealing. She chuckles and hugs them both.

'Eight years and I'm still nervous around her,' Skywalker murmurs. You force a smile. You know what he's talking about. She used to be in love with him. And suddenly she found out he was married to you. They talked after she saw him kissing you, but they still act awkward around each other. Surprisingly, you and her are still very good friends.

An hour later the party is in a full swing. You trust your children not to do anything stupid and leave them to their own devices. That also includes Anakin. But you keep glancing at him when he's talking to the Jedi. You in the meantime engage in a conversation with Bail, Padmé and Breha.

'So, how is the life of the Chancellor treating you?' you ask Amidala at some point.

'It's… challenging,' she answers. 'But I'm slowly finding my footing.'

'I am, on the other hand, glad to be rid of that responsibility,' Organa says.

'I want to know why did you return to your senator post,' you say. He sighs.

'The previous one resigned and no one wanted his position,' he explains. 'Once we find a replacement, I'm going to resign happily. I want to spend time with my family.'

He kisses his wife's cheek and glances at a little redhead girl that is talking with Luke. Her name is Mara Jade and was adopted a few years ago by Organas.

'How is she?' you ask, as she wasn't there to welcome you.

'She has a rebellious phase,' Breha sighs.

'We better keep her away from Leia, then,' you say. 'She has it, too.'

You exchange amused smiles. Just then Skywalker joins you.

'Here comes the trouble,' he murmurs. You turn your head and see Celly Organa walking to you with her son, Niano. Both of them are unhappy.

'Why is she looking at me?' you ask, dismayed.

'I saw Niano with Leia a moment ago,' your husband explains. You sigh but then politely smile, because Celly and Niano join you.

'Celly, how lovely to see you,' you greet her. 'And hello, Niano.'

'Good day, [Y/N],' the woman says and winces. 'Or I wish it was. Your daughter must apologize to my son.'

'What did she do?' Breha asks, surprised.

'She called me a lower life form,' Niano grumbles. Your husband snorts but quickly covers it with laugh. You force another smile.

'I see,' you say. 'Well, I think I should hear her version as well. Excuse me. Anakin.'

You and Skywalker walk to Leia, who is pouting next to Luke and Mara. She looks at you warily when you approach. But her brother and his friend quickly disappear, seeing your serious faces.

'What did he tell you?' your daughter asks.

'That you called him a lower life form,' her father answers. She grimaces.

'I didn't,' she denies and glances at your raised eyebrows. 'But I may have implied it.'

'Can you tell us what happened?' you ask gently. She looks at you. She admires that about you. That you always try to listen to both sides of the story.

'He was being mean to everyone, including droids,' she says. 'When I thanked one for a drink, he said I don't need manners when talking to lower life forms. So, I replied I don't need manners when talking to him, then.'

Anakin's face goes sour when she tells you what Niano said about the droids. But when she told you her reply, he snorts. You barely stop a smile.

'Honey,' you scold him.

'What?' he asks with a grin and winks at your daughter. 'She was right.'

'I don't think Niano is a lower life form,' you say. 'It's not right to call that anyone.'

'He was asking for it,' he says. You sigh and look at Leia.

'You're right,' you say, surprising her. 'He was mean and it's important to defend those who can't defend themselves. But we can't become like bullies while doing that. Do you understand what I'm saying?'

'Yes, mom,' she says, looking down. You crouch in front of her and grab her chin. You make her look at you and you smile.

'I'm proud of you, darling,' you say. 'For speaking up and not ignoring the problem. But next time try to be gentler. And don't worry. Diplomacy is hard to learn. I'm not sure I've mastered it, to be honest.'

'I know I didn't,' your husband puts in. You snort and shake your head.

'You make up with your charm for that,' you say and you share a smile. You caress Leia's cheek and kiss her forehead. You stand up.

'Do you want me to apologize to him?' she asks quietly. You shake your head.

'He should apologize first,' you say. 'I'll deal with it. But if he does apologize, then the right move for you would be to apologize, yes.'

'Okay,' she says, nodding. You smile at her and walk away. Anakin grins at her and hugs her.

'I love you, squirrel,' he says. She smiles at the pet name.

'And I love you, dad,' she says. He winks at her and follows you. Leia watches you go. She's amazed how regal and gracious you look, but at the same time kind and approachable. She hangs her head. She will never be like you. Or her brave, intimidating, heroic father.

*

Niano doesn't apologize, so Leia doesn't either. A few days later you're faced with the consequences of this. Being a topic in the media isn't news for you. But when you hear they talk about your daughter there, you're surprised and then angry. They say she's petty, selfish, arrogant and that she believes everyone is beneath her. They criticize her and express relief that she has a twin brother, who's more like you and Anakin, because he may actually be fitted to take the throne from you one day.

Leia doesn't hear about it at first, as she's busy with her Jedi training and princess' studies. But when she heads to your room, asking if you have time for her, she hears your raised voices. She stops and against her common sense, listens in.

'They called her arrogant!' Skywalker fumes. 'Arrogant, while she was the one defending a droid from a spoiled, arrogant brat!'

'We don't know if this is because of that incident with Niano,' you say, trying to stay calm.

'As if it can be about anything else,' your husband scoffs. 'She's our daughter. We must take action.'

'What do you want me to do?' you snap. 'Go to the media and fire people who badmouthed Leia? Tell them off? Fight them? We need diplomacy here, Anakin, not violence.'

'Oh, so I can only turn to violence? You didn't think I was thinking about more peaceful solution?'

'Well, were you?'

'Not really, but-'

'There is no but here. I don't like what they said about her either, but we can't just go to war with the media. We must try a diplomatic approach.'

'And while we take time to do that, people will gossip how Leia is unfit for the throne and we're only thinking about Luke as your heir.'

Your daughter's eyes go wide. She quickly backs away and hurries down the corridor. A few minutes later she comes across two ministers.

'To be honest, I agree with some things the media said,' one of them says. Leia stops.

'Ah, yes,' the other says, nodding. 'Especially the part where the Prince is more like the King and Queen.'

'My thoughts exactly,' the first one says eagerly. 'He has the Queen's kind nature and the King's talents. I really hope he's the one who's going to take the throne.'

'Yes, me as well,' the second agrees. Your daughter turns on her heel and runs away with tears in her eyes. She runs outside and then into the forest. But there, a tragedy happens.

About half an hour later, there's an urgent knock on the door to the Council Room, where you're holding a meeting. Everyone looks up, curious.

'Enter,' you call. The door opens and a guard rushes in, a wild look in his eyes.

'Your Majesties, Princess Leia has been kidnapped!' he reports. The Ministers gasp. They stand up and start talking over each other. Anakin feels fear and rage burning inside of him. Knowing it's dangerous, he looks at you to calm himself down. But he sees you frozen in shock, your eyes wide, breathing heavily.

'[Y/N],' he says softly and grasps your hand. You take in a few deep breaths and stand up. He follows suit.

'ENOUGH!' you yell and the silence falls. You nod at the guard.

'What happened?' you demand.

'We were patrolling the forest,' he starts. 'Suddenly, the Princess run out of it and asked for help. They started firing at us from nowhere. We took cover. One of us grabbed the Princess. But he was quickly shot and she was taken. We tried to pursue but… we were not fast enough. They took her on a ship and flew away.'

Only then you notice he's injured. Your hands are shaking but you try to think what to do now. You close your eyes for a moment.

'I want the description of that ship,' you say after a moment, opening your eyes. 'Someone to examine the scene. The recordings from all the cameras to be viewed. Maybe the kidnappers are on some of them. You to get medical attention. My son to be located and kept under guard. No one is allowed near him without our permission. And someone get me Master Kenobi. The meeting is adjourned.'

The Council and the guard bow and leave the room. The moment the door close, you exhale shakily. Anakin is at your side quickly and takes you in his arms.

'We're gonna find her,' he says quietly. 'She's our daughter. She's gonna be fine.'

'Is it how you felt every time I was kidnapped?' you ask, your voice shaky.

'Yes,' he confirms, holding you tighter.

'I'm sorry,' you whisper. He shakes his head.

'It was never your fault,' he says. 'Now is not Leia's fault either. And we're gonna save her, just as every time you were saved.'

'By you,' you say and pull away. 'You know I want to ask Obi-Wan for help. And you want to go with him, don't you?'

He nods, his lips pressed into a thin line. You take his hands in yours and nod.

'If anyone can find her quickly, it's you two, together,' you say. 'Go and bring her home.'

'I will, my star,' he says and kisses you softly. Then, he turns and goes to the door.

'May the Force be with you,' you say. He stops, shoots you a smile and leaves. You collapse on your chair. You hide your face in hands and start crying, scared for your little girl.

Once Kenobi is informed about the situation he joins in on investigating. Rather quickly, thankfully, they find out where the kidnappers are heading – a planet called Daiyu. He and Skywalker head there at once.

On the planet, with the help of local police, they find the kidnappers. But it turns out it was a trap for them, set by people loyal to Palpatine. They manage to get out of the trap, but they don't find Leia in a cell. Somehow, she's managed to get out of her own and now both sides have no idea where she is.

'I have a déja vu,' Anakin says, as they walk through the streets of the city. Obi-Wan looks at him questioningly.

'Remember how we first met [Y/N]?' he asks. Kenobi chuckles.

'She was kidnapped, we were sent to find her and she got out of her own,' he remembers. 'And people say Leia isn't like you.'

'You've heard then?' Skywalker asks, his jaw clenched. His friend puts a hand on his shoulder.

'Let's find your daughter first, then we can go against the media,' he promises. 'I suggest we split up.'

'Just like we did, then,' your husband chuckles.

'Well, it worked, didn't it?' the Jedi asks, amused. His former padawan nods and the two go their separate ways.

Some time later, Obi-Wan notices a little girl with a characteristic hairdo. He quickly follows her and grabs her when he reaches her. She jumps, startled, and attempts to break free.

'Calm down, it's me,' he says quietly. She looks up at him with wide eyes.

'Uncle Ben?' she asks, stunned. 'What are you doing here?'

'Your father and I were looking for you, of course,' he answers.

'Dad is here, too?' she asks, surprised, but suddenly her face twists into an expression of defiance. 'I'm not going home.'

'What?' Kenobi asks, shocked. She frees herself from his grasp and sprints forward. He blinks and hurries after her. He manages yet again to catch up to her. Noticing the people who are after them, he grabs her and takes her into an abandoned building.

'Let me go!' she demands, squirming.

'The kidnappers are here,' he informs her and she goes still. 'Now, while we wait for them to go away, how about you'll tell me what this is about.'

He lets go of her. She puts some distance between them and crosses her arms. He feels hurt, pain, sadness and anger in her. He crouches in front of her.

'Leia,' he says softly, 'what's wrong?'

'I'm a disappointment,' she says after a moment, her lip wobbling. He stares at her, shocked.

'What?' he asks and shakes his head. 'Of course, you're not. Why are you thinking that? Is it because of what the media say? You must know it's not true. Someone paid them to say those things. No one believes them.'

'That's not true!' she protests. 'I heard people talking. They agree. They say I'm nothing like my parents. That Luke is better suited for being a king. I'm not saying I want to be a queen, I don't know that yet. But…'

'But it hurt,' he finishes. She nods and dries her tears that have started flowing. He puts his hand on her shoulder. She looks at him sadly.

'The people who said that can't be further from the truth,' he says and she frowns at him. 'Princess Leia [L/N]-Skywalker, you are wise, discerning, kindhearted. These are qualities that came from your mother. But you are also passionate and fearless, forthright. And these are the gifts from your father. Both are exceptional people, who bore an exceptional daughter.'

She stares at him with mouth agape, tears glistening in her eyes again. He smiles at her and caresses her hair.

'Do you mean it?' she asks quietly.

'Every word,' he assures her. 'And so do your parents. They don't plan your future, or Luke's future for you. They both want you to be happy, to do what you decide to do. This decision is entirely your own. Whatever you decide, they will support you. Because they love you more than you can imagine.'

'And you?' she asks. He nods.

'Very much so,' he confirms. 'Can I call your father now and tell him you're safe? He's worried. So are your mother and brother.'

She nods after a beat. He dries her eyes gently and straightens up. He takes out his holocom and calls Anakin. He answers after a few seconds.

'We'll meet you on the ship,' Obi-Wan says before his friend can say a word. Skywalker's face relaxes with relief.

'Thank the Force,' he murmurs and chuckles. 'This time it's you, then? All right, be careful out there.'

'We will,' Kenobi promises and ends the call.

'This time?' Leia questions.

'When we met your mother, we were sent to save her from people who kidnapped her,' he explains. 'We also get separated but that time it was your father who found your mother. But like you, she escaped first.'

He gives her a look. She smiles, knowing what he means. That she's more like her mother than she realizes.

'Thank you, uncle,' she says. He nods at her and takes her hand. He looks outside carefully.

'We must be cautious,' he says. 'The men that are after you are very dangerous. They want me and your father dead. Killing you would be good for them, too.'

'What do they want?' she asks.

'They want to take revenge for your father and me for ruining the plans of someone they followed,' he explains. She thinks for a moment.

'Palpatine?' she asks. He looks at her.

'My parents told me about him,' she says. He nods.

'Yes, Palpatine,' he confirms. She hums.

'It's been nine years ago,' she says. 'They're very persistent, I give them that.'

'Yeah, that counts for something,' he murmurs. 'Okay, now is our chance.'

They leave the building and head toward the ship. But, of course, they're found on the way and Obi-Wan has to fight for their lives. Thankfully, Anakin shows up just in time and they fight together like in the old days.

After defeating their enemies and making sure they're arrested, they all head on the ship. The ramp barely closes, when Skywalker is on his knees and puts his arms around his daughter. She snuggles into him, finally feeling safe.

'I'm sorry,' she whispers. He holds her tighter.

'You have nothing to be sorry for,' he says. 'It wasn't your fault.'

'I'm not talking about that,' she denies. 'I'm sorry for all the mess with the media.'

He sighs. Of course, she heard about that. He pulls away and cups her face.

'Sweetheart, I want you to know that both me and your mother believe you're an amazing girl and are not worse than your brother in anything,' he says. 'Whatever you both decide, we will support you. We love you and just want you to be happy. We're not comparing you and we love you both equally. And the people that say differently, that say you're not like us or that you're not fitted to be a queen… or anyone you want… are wrong. So very, very wrong.'

'But I don't think I'm cut out for it,' she says, hanging her head. 'When I heard what people say about me, what the media said… I ran away. That's why they got me. I was upset about what the media said and let them catch me. I can't ignore what media say like you and mom.'

'Sweetheart, I can't really ignore what the media say either,' he says and chuckles. 'When me and your mom were hiding our relationships, a magazine made a poll of the most desirable single rulers and senators. Your mom was given the first place. Oh, I was so furious. You can ask Aunt Ahsoka or anyone from my guard. I was terrible. I wanted to run to the magazine and inform them that your mother is very much taken and no one but me can desire her.'

'Really?' she asks. He smiles and nods.

'Really,' he says. 'And I got upset when I heard what the media said about you.'

'I know,' she says and fidgets nervously. 'I… heard you and mom arguing. I'm sorry.'

'It's not your fault,' he says, shaking his head. 'We both got upset and we had different solutions on the problem. It happens sometimes and we argue then.'

'I never heard you argue before,' she admits. 'I always thought you're perfectly happy with each other.'

'We are,' he assures her. 'But sometimes we argue and that's okay. That's normal. And… we always make up. That's our favorite part in making up.'

'How do you do it?' she asks, curious. He blushes and clears his throat.

'I'll tell you when you're older,' he says. 'Now, did what I said help you?'

'Yeah,' she says, nodding. 'But… I still don't think I'm going to be as perfect as mom is.'

'Oh, Leia, your mom is not perfect,' he says. She looks at him with raised eyebrows, surprised he says that about his wife.

'Don't get me wrong,' he chuckles. 'She's perfect for me. But she's human. She has her flaws. That's normal. She's stubborn. So stubborn. She cares little about her own health and safety. It's hard for her to ask for help. And she doesn't want people to worry about her. But I love her just the way she is. Just like we love you the way you are.'

She throws herself into his arms. She starts crying, embarrassed, sad, happy. He hugs her back, crying as well. Because he was scared. Because he's relieved. Because he has his little girl back and she's safe in his arms, right where she belongs.

*

Once they leave the ship after landing on Luth, they are greeted by relieved guards. They all tell Leia how happy they are she's back home, safe and sound. She smiles. Her father puts a hand on her shoulder.

'Where is my wife?' he asks.

'In the throne room, Your Majesty,' Jesse answers.

'I'll-' Obi-Wan starts.

'Don't even think about it, you're coming with us,' Anakin interrupts him. Kenobi sighs and follows the duo to the throne room.

They find you there as promised, talking to some ministers. You have your back turned to them, but both men can see you're tense by your posture. Leia just focuses on the fact you're there and she realizes how much she missed you and how much she needs to be held by you.

'Mom!' she cries out and runs toward you with tears in her eyes. You swirl around in a second, your eyes wide. Relief shows on your face and you hurry to meet your daughter. When she's almost by your side, you fall on your knees and open your arms. She falls into them and you hug her tightly, crying as well.

'Oh, my darling,' you say, your voice shaky. 'I'm so glad you're all right.'

'I was so scared…' she whispers. You hold her tighter.

'I know, darling,' you say gravely, remembering the first time you were kidnapped. 'I know.'

You stand up with her still in your arms. You look at your husband and Obi-Wan.

'Thank you,' you say to them both. They smile.

'You know we would never let anything happen to her,' Kenobi assures her.

'I know,' you confirm. 'We will talk about the kidnappers later?'

On their way home, they called you to let you know your daughter is with them. They also told you about the trap and the people responsible for it. While this was troubling, both of them told you about their talks with the Princess. And she was more important to you.

The Jedi nods. You walk to your husband and kiss his cheek. Then, you take Leia to her room. There, you bathe her and put to bed. All the time you're both quiet.

'Did Uncle Obi-Wan and dad talk with you?' she finally asks when you brush her hair.

'They did,' you confirm.

'I'm sorry,' she says, hanging her head. 'I know I promised to study harder after… after you almost died. But I failed. I'm not exactly the heir you hoped for…'

'You're much more than I hoped for,' you answer softly. She looks at you, surprised. You smile and caress her cheek.

'Everything they told you is true,' you say. 'But I understand you still have some doubts. I had them too, when I was your age.'

'Really?' she asks, surprised. She looks at you with doubt and shakes her head.

'I don't believe it,' she says. 'Everyone who knew you as a child keep saying what an excellent princess you were. How you always did things well beyond your duty.'

'Sure, when I got older,' you chuckle. 'But when I was your age? Not at all. I tried, I really did, but sometimes I was overwhelmed. I preferred to read books and ride my pony. Anything but studying the laws, protocols or rules of diplomacy. At the end of the day, I was still a kid that wanted to play. Which is why I'm not mad when you and Luke say you prefer to study the Jedi ways. They sound much more exciting.'

'I know!' she says but immediately blushes, embarrassed. But to her relief you laugh.

'There was a time in the Clone Wars, when I was accompanying the Jedi on the front,' you say. 'And it was horrible. The war, the fighting, the death… All because a man wanted infinite power… Anyway, there were times, when I got into some adventures with your father. And I loved it. It was crazy, it was dangerous… but also fun. And I was with your father and at the time it was a rare thing.'

'I still don't know how you managed to hide your relationship. You're so obviously in love!'

'At the time we weren't showing it. Some people figured us out, but we were safe for some time. Anyway, what I'm trying to say, I understand your need for more exciting things. I was there, as well.'

'So, it gets easier with time?' she asks. You snort and shake your head.

'No, very often I still want to just sneak out with your father and spend time together,' you say and smile dreamily. 'We do that sometimes, actually.'

'I don't think I want to know the details,' she says, wincing. You chuckle and ruffle her hair.

'I'm not worried about your future,' you assure her. 'And even if you decide not to become a queen, I'll be watching you become what you are made for with a smile and support you need.'

She throws herself into your arms and you hug her tightly. You exhale quietly. You were a wreck inside, worrying sick about her. You're so happy to have her again.

'Thanks, mom,' she whispers. You smile and press a kiss on her head.

'Anytime, darling,' you say. 'Anytime.'

Suddenly, the door open with a bang. You both jump, startled.

'Leia!' Luke shouts, running to you. Lanash enters behind him, beaming at your daughter.

'I'm so happy you're safe!' your son says, climbing on the bed. He hugs his sister tightly.

'Thanks,' she says with a smile, hugging him back, and looks at your former maid. 'Aunt Lanash, you came hearing I was taken?'

'No, I came after I watched the TV,' she explains, sitting next to you. 'I arrived ready for a war with anyone who says mean things about you, only to find out someone took you. Axe had to calm me down.'

'How?' Leia asks, interested. The Senator blushes.

'I'll tell you when you're older,' she answers. Your daughter sighs and you chuckle.

'Anyway, your mother and I took care of the media problem,' your former maid says.

'Really?' the Princess asks, worried. Lanash nods and hands her a datapad, turning on a video. Your daughter sees you and your best friend holding a conference, where you explain the incident with Niano, without giving his name. You say how kind and humble Leia really is and how outraged you are media so blandly told lies about her, without even knowing your daughter. You declare you're going to sue them for defemination and express your disappointment for treating an eight-year-old girl like that.

She may be a princess, a possible heir to the throne, but she's still a child and saying things like that about her is cruel. Hearing things like that can influence anyone's psyche, even more if the person is a child. And I hope it's the last time something like that happens, because if someone comes after my family, they come after me. And when that happens, I'm no longer merciful queen. No one hurts people I care about.

The image freezes after your last words. Leia looks up at you with tears in her eyes. She smiles and sniffs.

'Thank you, mom,' she says and turns to Lanash, who said also some strong things. 'Thank you, aunt.'

'Not a problem, sweety,' her godmother assures her and kisses her forehead. 'People will think twice before coming on you. But don't worry, once you're old enough we will let you fight your battles. But we will also always stand in your corner, ready to assist at your call.'

'Thanks,' your daughter chuckles and yawns.

'All right, time to bed,' you say and stand up. 'It's been a long and tiring day. You need rest, so you could go on your tomorrow's adventures.'

She smiles at you and you wink at her. The Senator stands up but Luke stays put. He looks at you and his sister pleadingly.

'Can we sleep together tonight, please?' he asks. 'I felt Leia's feelings in the Force. I was so worried. I want to make sure she's okay and safe at night.'

You look at the Princess. She smiles at her brother and nods. Then looks at you pleadingly.

'Can he stay, please?' she asks. You look at your son.

'Did you do everything before sleep?' you ask. He nods quickly. You smile and kiss their heads. You tuck them in.

'Then I'll send your father here for both of you,' you say. 'And Obi-Wan and Axe. Sleep well.'

'Goodnight, mom!' they say together, grinning. 'Thank you! Goodnight, aunt.'

'Night, Trouble Duo,' Lanash says and kisses their cheeks. 'Sleep tight.'

You two leave and a moment later Anakin, Obi-Wan and Axe come to bid them goodnight. After that, Skywalker finds you in your chambers. You smile at each other and hug.

'Thank you,' you say.

'For what?' he chuckles. 'She's my daughter, too.'

'Not for that,' you deny. 'For coming back safely.'

'Always, my star,' he says and kisses your head. You pull away and he grins.

'I saw the conference,' he says. 'You were fierce. Are we really suing?'

'Well, not yet,' you answer. 'I left that pleasure for you.'

'I love you,' he says and kisses you. You laugh and then moan when he kisses your neck. You gasp when he grinds against you.

'Bed. Now,' you decide. He chuckles and picks you up. You squeal and he hurries to the bedroom with you. There you let go of all your frustrations and worries of the day and make love to one another until it's late at night.

*

When Luke is fourteen-year-old, he has a rebellious phase. Everyone keeps comparing him to you and Anakin. They keep saying how he has his father's skills as a Jedi, while he also has your kindness. He is a warrior but he's also merciful – a perfect combination of you and your husband. He's happy to be like you two, but he hates how people keep saying what he should do. Some people say he's destined to be a great Jedi, like his father before him. The others that he's going to be a great king. At the moment, though, he's so fed up with that all he'd like to be a farmer like his grandparents from his father's side.

He and Leia have four more years before they have to decide. Then, one of them will be crowned as the heir to the throne. He finds the prospect terrifying. He wants to run away. So, he does just that. One day, he simply takes a ship and flies away, without telling anyone.

'Luke is gone,' Skywalker informs you that afternoon. You look up at him with a frown.

'Is it his turn to be kidnapped?' you ask. He stops and looks at you.

'You know, it worries me you think of it as something normal,' he says.

'How many times was I kidnapped?' you ask, raising your eyebrows. 'I'm seriously asking, because I lost the count.'

'Well, he wasn't,' he denies and sits at the edge of your desk behind which you're sitting. 'He ran away. I barely stopped Leia from coming after him. She says he's anxious, frustrated, scared, tired.'

'The downs of being our children,' you sigh. 'High expectations.'

'What can we do?'

'Send Ahsoka after him.'

'Snips?'

'She's his godmother. She'll know what to say to comfort him.'

'But we are his parents.'

'Which is exactly why we can't go. He will feel pressured. And Ahsoka… she's the cool aunt. And also kind and compassionate. She'll know what to say.'

'Very well. I'll give her a call. By the way, you won't guess where he went.'

'Hm?'

'… Tatooine.'

You stare at him, surprised. Then, you burst out laughing. He glares at you and leaves, banging the door closed behind him.

A few hours later Luke is strolling through the streets of his father's home planet. It's a better place now, thanks to Bail, Padmé and Lanash. Safer. With no slaves.

'You know, it's been so many years and yet your father still spoke of this place with disdain when he told me where to find you,' a voice says behind him. He stiffens and turns slowly. His godmother smiles at him from under her hood. He sighs.

'How did he know I'm here?' he asks.

'He's your father and the strongest Force user that ever lived,' she snorts. 'He has a strong connection in the Force with you. He never said it, but I think that's how he found Leia when she was kidnapped. Or he could have found her that way. I'm sure of it. Anyway, are you up to anything interesting?'

'Just walking,' he answers cautiously.

'Mind if I tag along?'

'Are you going to nag me about coming back?'

'Not yet. Too soon for that.'

'… Fine.'

She smiles at him and they start walking together. For a long moment there's silence between them. They take in the sight of Tatooine, as sandy and hot as always.

'Are they worried?' he finally asks with guilt. 'My parents.'

'Of course, they are,' she answers. 'But they also seem as if they expected this.'

'Really?' he asks, surprised.

'They were teenagers too, you know,' she teases. He shivers.

'I can't imagine that,' he says. They laugh.

'I'm pretty sure they ran away at some point, too,' she says after a pause. He looks at her with interest. She nods.

'They had high expectations, too, you know,' she says. 'Everyone believed Anakin is the Chosen One. And [Y/N] was to become the queen of Luth. Both were overwhelmed, I imagine. I'm not trying to diminish what you feel. I'm just saying they may understand what you are going through.'

'What if I tell them I don't want any of it?' he asks quietly. She puts a hand on his shoulder.

'They will understand,' she answers. 'They're your parents. They just want you to be happy.'

They share a smile and resume walking, as they stopped a moment ago. The silence is more comfortable now.

'I guess it just all suddenly feels more real,' he confesses. 'Everyone says soon I'll be someone's padawan. And in four years me or Leia are going to be crowned as the heir to the throne. In both cases, there will be more responsibilities. And it scares me.'

'You're not alone in this,' she says. 'And if nothing feels appealing to you… choose your own path. Let the Force guide you.'

'The Force…' he whispers. They stroll for a moment longer. Finally, he sighs and stops.

'Let's go home,' he decides. She smiles at him and nods.

A few hours later, they're back on Luth. Luke exits his ship, his head down. He looks up with guilt and sees his family. Leia rushes to him and hugs him, glad he's okay and back. Then he walks to you and Anakin. You hug him tight.

'Do you need to talk?' Skywalker asks. Your son shakes his head.

'Aunt Ahsoka helped me,' he says. 'For now, I'm good. But if I ever start doubting in myself, can I come to one of you? Or both of you?'

'Anytime,' you assure him.

'Even if there's a meeting of the Council?' the Prince asks.

'Especially if there's a meeting of the Council,' your husband answers eagerly. You nod to your children's surprise.

'What?' you ask, seeing it. 'I hate them, too. I was just taught to hide it. Shall we eat something?'

You turn and go back to the palace. Your family follows you. Once again all is fine.

A few days later Luke and Leia are informed masters were chosen for them. They head to the Jedi Temple and wait in the pointed room. A moment later Obi-Wan enters, smiling.

'Are you here to take us to our masters?' the Princess asks. He chuckles.

'I'm here to collect your brother as my padawan,' he explains. Your son stares at him, amazed. He grins and cheers. His sister rolls his eyes.

'Lucky,' she murmurs. 'But I get why I couldn't get my godfather.'

'For the same reason I couldn't be Luke's master,' Ahsoka says, entering the room. Leia's eyes light up. Tano smiles and nods.

'Hello, my padawan,' she says. The twins grin at each other.

'Our parents are going to be so happy,' your son says. 'Not as happy as we are, though.'

'I'll call them,' your daughter says and takes out her holocom. A moment later the holograms of you and Anakin show up. Both of you look at her eagerly.

'Well?' you ask at the same time.

'I have Aunt Ahsoka and Luke has Uncle Obi-Wan,' she reports.

'Thank the Force,' Skywalker groans, looking up. You sigh, then chuckle.

'Tell them we wish them luck,' you say. 'Now go to your training. Have a nice day!'

You wave and end the call. Ahsoka frowns.

'Why did she wish us luck?' she asks. The twins grin at her. Obi-Wan, who's been teaching them since they were kids, pats her back.

'We're in for a ride,' he says. She gulps. What has she gotten herself into?

A/N: Thank you for reading! Let me know your thoughts! Reblog, like and comment if you could. Seriously, even if it's just to leave a thumb up. Every bit of feedback keeps me motivated.

This can also be found on Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60214684/chapters/156408586

[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.

[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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[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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[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

[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.

[iidigestive-readerii]

Star Wars and episodes/comics we were deprived of

I have a feeling the title says it all 😅

So! Without further ado!

-Breha Organa kicking ass - literally and figuratively. She was practiced several forms of combat, okay?!? And was very highly respected! We needed an episode of her being awesome, yelling at Palps, and making Bail Organa look like a love-sick teenager.

-Quinlan Vos, Bant Eerin, Garen Muln. All together. Reaching havoc across the Galaxy for an episode arc spanning 2 to 3 episodes. Being little shits and maybe teaming up with Hondo and video-calling Obi-Wan during a very important meeting just so he can bail them out of whatever mess they've gotten themselves into.

-Ferus. Fucking. Olin. God, I wanted him to show up so bad. He is probably one of my favorite EU characters. I would have loved to see him in the 6th season, preferably talking to Ahsoka and letting her crash at his place because he knew how difficult it was to leave the Order.

-Padmé's family. I wanted them to show up during the Rako Hardeen arc, and have Anakin meet them and be all awkward. Plus having him meet Sola's kids again and be really sweet and Padmé just melts 😭

-THE. YEAR. ON. FUCKING. MANDALORE.

-All I want is confirmation about Obi-Wan and Satine's relationship. Did they? Didn't they? Ughh 🙄

-Sha Koon - Plo Koon's niece. I just wanted one little mention of her - just one. That would have been nice.

-Did Anakin have contact with Owen and Breha??? Probably not, but we don't know

-An filler episode with Satine and Korkie talking about the Kryze clan and a damn explanation on how the New Mandalorians and the Mandalorians that weren't Death Watch interacted. I know it was covered a bit in Rebels, but still.

-conversations about influential Jedi families - Gallia's, Fisto's, Mundi's. I know it's covered here and there in comics/books, but it would be cool to see it translated on screen

-Aayla and Quinlan teaming up with Obi-Wan and Anakin and maybe Ahsoka, just so we can see how complex relationships between Jedi were. Plus - Quinlan trolling everyone but Ahsoka about their love lives and someone (Obi-Wan) making a comment "you should ask Ventress if she's busy" just as a subtle nod to Dark Disciple 😂

-people actually speaking in languages that aren't Basic. You know - clones speaking in their own dialect of Mando'a, Anakin speaking Huttese, Ahsoka speaking Togruti, etc. It would have been awesome to hear that.

[bacarasbabe]

Okay here's my final casting (with the help of @saradika and @zinzinina ofc)! I redid the names so it would be easier to read. I'm also going to explain all of my reasons under the cut

Lizzie: Reader (Obviously)

Darcy: Maul (ofc)

Bingley: Obi-Wan (Maul's bff)

Jane: Satine (one of Obi's many love interests. I just thought she fit the best here)

Mr. Wickham: Anakin (Needed to be someone handsome and who we thought we could trust until we find out their true character)

Lydia: Padme (I'm mean, obviously if Wickham is Anakin, he ends up with Padme. Padme is better than Lydia but I'm find with this casting)

Kitty: Ahsoka (Jess's idea! Looks up to Padme and Anakin. Wants to hang out with them)

Mary: Bo Katan (Jess's idea! Moody and brooding. Perfect)

Georgiana Darcy: Feral (Darcy/Maul's little brother. Cute. Deserves more love and a happier ending)

Caroline Bingley: Asajj Ventress (Obi-Wan's sassy sister. Also Jess's idea!)

Mr & Mrs Gardner: Breha and Bail Organa (very nice couple and aunt and uncle to Lizzie and her sisters. Bail helps out when Padme and Anakin run off together)

Mr and Mrs Bennet: Plo and Yoda respectively (Plo is dad™️ and Yoda would just be hilarious trying to marry off all their daughters. I can't explain it, just trust the process 😌)

Lady Catherine: Palpatine! (I feel like I don't need to explain this one 😂)

Colonel Fitzwilliam: Savage Opress (Friends with Maul, nice to Lizzie/Reader. Just kinda there lol)

Miss Anne: Aura Sing ("engaged" to Maul according to her aunt Palpatine/Lady Catherine. Small part, literary just sits there. Jess's idea and I love it as well)

Mrs Reynolds: C-3P0 (had to look her up. She's the house character. Don't feel like I need to explain this)

Mr Collins: Jar Jar Binks (This is the funniest thing ever and also Sam's idea. It's perfect. Nobody wants to be with him)

Charlotte: R2-D2 (Lizzie's bff and marries Mr Collins. When with R2 bc I refuse to make a woman the but of the joke here. But a droid in a bonnet? A+ comedy)

Sir William Lucas: Hondo (had to look him up. Charlotte's dad! We needed some chaotic Hondo I think. Spent all his money on alcohol so no dowry for his droid who has to marry Jar Jar Binks)

Working on the casting of a Pride and Prejudice AU fic that I'll never write starring the reader insert as Lizzie and Maul as Mr. Darcy 👀 let me know if you're interested in the other castings or send me some of your own ideas 💕