#he’d be such a softie for Leia i just know it

[thecultstuff]

crying at whoever put Hyde as Leia’s foster uncle. you are so right. Hyde would be the best uncle, argue with the wall.

just imagine him putting his shades on a baby Leia. introducing her to all his favorite bands. being the only one able to put her to sleep when Donna and Eric can’t. letting her do whatever she wants to his hair. he would love that child unconditionally

[x-childish-x]

Valentine’s Day Mystery Special! Part 1

How They Would Spend Valentine's Day With You!

Request: No

Warnings: Swearing, fluff

Word Count: 833

A/N: Day Three! Here it is! The Mystery Valentine's Day Special! It's basically a brief list of some head-cannons of what spending V-Day with these characters would be like (from my opinion). Characters who receive their own special are not included on this list. Another reminder that requests are still open but will not be posted until after 2/15. However, you can send in a Valentine's Day request and I'll do my best to post it with the specials! If you would like an extension of any of these, send in an ask and let me know! I hope you enjoy!

Part One: Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker

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Anakin absolutely loves Valentine's Day. I don't see him as the type to bring you candy or flowers, not that stuff. But he'd totally give you something he made, or something that reminded him of you while he was on a mission. Like, he'd find a crystal on a mission with Obi-Wan, and he'd totally sneak it back and then clean it all up, carve it, and turn it into a necklace and give it to you for Valentine's Day. Despite how confident he normally is, he would be so nervous and shy to give you gifts but he would die to see your reactions. The way your eyes light up and you do that smile, Anakin would be complete putty to give you gifts, which is why he loved Valentine's Day so much. Because he could surprise you with so many gifts and have you all to himself for a day.

Obi-Wan Kenobi

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Obi-Wan is the most casual person about Valentine's Day. Of course, part of the reason he's so casual is because of the Jedi code, but he's also just such a calm person. He'd get you a gift, or two, or three, but it'd be more "mature" gifts. Like instead of a full bouquet of flowers, he'd only get you like half a dozen. Or, he'd get you something you'd wanted for months, or had been asking for. And he'd be so flipping casual about giving you the gifts! He's definitely the type to just hand you the gift, perfectly wrapped (or bagged), and mutter a simple "Happy Valentine's Day, love." He'd be so mature about the whole thing because he loves you and he's just overall so happy to have such an amazing person as you, in his life, while still trying to be all tough, mature Jedi Master Kenobi. Doesn't mean he doesn't turn into a soft mess when you tell him "Thank you", he would definitely pull you into his chest and whisper "Of course, my love."

Kylo Ren

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This boy? Maker! Kylo Ren puts so much effort into pretending to hate the whole idea of Valentine's Day. Every chance he gets he talks about how "pointless" the day is. But you and I both know that he would 100% spend the whole entire day worshipping you. He'd make sure you don't like a finger the whole day, that you have the day off, and you have everything you need. He absolutely would not acknowledge giving you gifts. He's the type to leave the gifts on your bed, or in the living room and completely ignore when you ask him what it is. Kylo definitely tries so hard to be so sly and convincing of hating the day but he completely loves spoiling you and making you feel special. Not to mention, when you finally are able to kiss his cheek and whisper "Thank you" to him for the gifts, oh my god he gets so red and so flipping happy.

Finn

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SUCKER FOR VALENTINES DAY! Absolutely loves Valentine's Day. Would literally do everything possible. Candy, chocolates, flowers, stuffed animals, anything and everything he possibly could do, he would. Finn would spend the whole day spoiling you and babying you and would be so confident. He's probably the most confident person when giving gifts. He's like "Yeah. You'll love my gifts. They're great." He's all for the day and literally the biggest sweetheart the whole time. Definitely stays up late the night before with Leia and BB-8 to decorate the whole base, and a powered down C-3PO is behind them because that droid was way too loud.

Han Solo

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Loves it, all for it, but he'd be such a smug ass about it. He'd get you your favorite candy/chocolate and something else you'd been asking for for awhile and he'd be like "I knew you'd love it, of course you'd love it. i have such good taste" and ignore the fact you'd been begging him to get it for you for MONTHS. Deep down though, he'd be so afraid that you'd changed your mind and no longer wanted the gift. Not to mention, Han would be such a hidden softie about the day. Like, behind closed doors he becomes a literal baby for you. He'd whine anytime you got up to leave him because "babe it's valentine's day don't leave me."

Luke Skywalker

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This little fucker would spoil you rotten and be sooooooo fucking shy about it. He would travel the whole damn galaxy to get  you everything you'd mentioned in the past month. And he'd be so shy and scared to give you gifts, because "stars, what if they don't like it" but of course, you love it. He would definitely try to be creative with how he gifts it to you, maybe in a cute bag, or wrapped or in a gift basket? He would just love watching you get all excited and nervous about opening the gifts yourself. Luke would be the type of person to try to refuse any gifts you get him but he'd get so excited and would kiss all over your face because you finally got him that damn power converter. Would definitely want to spend the whole day cuddling you.

[kyber-crystal]

What if their s/o says "that looks heavy, let me hold it for you" to Han, Obi Wan, Anakin, Luke and shows his hand (i know it's too cheesy) (headcanons pls)💖

YES dfasddfasdf cheesy is what i live for !!!

luke skywalker:

it’s v v humid and 

yavin 4 is really fucking brutal during the summer months and 3 people had already passed out from heat exhaustion, and nobody wanted to be the fourth)

so you, him, and everyone else are dressing as light as possible

luke finds you finishing up work on your x-wing

“y/n!”

you slid out from underneath your x-wing and sat up, wiping the sweat from your forehead and offering him a friendly smile- “hi! you’re just in time. i actually needed your help and was about to ask you to come here...could you check this out?”

you brushed yourself off and stood up, and he slid under and took your place

every so often his arm peeks out and his muffled voice asks you to grab a tool, so you reach over and give him what he needs

(you don’t complain throughout the time he’s in there because watching luke work was oddly satisfying and quite a sight to behold because of the phenomenal view of his biceps that you got)

(but you’d rather die before admitting that to anyone)

especially han bc he loves teasing you every damn chance he gets that little shit

once he’s done, he comes right back up and gives you a quick kiss on the forehead. he then grins and wipes his thumb across your cheek. “there! now we’re matching.”

“ew. you’re gross—” you pretended to look grossed out but felt your cheeks heat up at the contact.

“hey, that looks heavy...” he noted, “let me hold it for you.”

“huh? what do you...” you glanced down and noticed he had his hand outstretched. you smiled and intertwined your fingers with his

but !! plot twist !!!

as soon as your hand slips into his he tugs you towards him and presses his lips to yours

“ew, you two, get a room—”

“shut up, han.”

han solo

han is straight up with everything. literally. mans is not afraid to tell the truth, no matter the situation

but one thing he’s failed to be straight up about is his feelings for you

for once, he can’t seem to find the right words to express how he feels

so instead of just telling you he does a bunch of sweet gestures

ex.) giving you his jacket when it looks like you’re cold, even in the slightest, holding you tightly when the nightmares came to get you while everyone else was asleep, lingering touches (leaving his hand on the small of your back for as long as he could, hugs that last a second longer than normal)

he likes to express his feelings through physical touch. he likes giving hugs 

so you hug. a lot

had a rough day? hug

had a good day? hug

no reason at all? hug

you walk straight into his arms and he just pulls you close and you stay like that for a bit

that’s usually how it goes

biggs and luke nag at him for refusing to tell you how he feels

so he finally caves in and asks for their help

“say something that’ll have her swooning!”

“once you do that, you’re set”

“and next thing you know you’re married with three kids!” “shut up.”

he wasn’t really given any guidelines so he basically just went in blind and had to trust his own judgement and gut instinct 0_0

han walks up to you after you’d finished talking to leia about something 

“oh, hi!” 

“your hand looks heavy, let me hold it for you.” and that little shit just,,, grabs your hand without another warning

your mouth moves open and closed but no words come out and for once, the y/n who always got the last word was speechless

he takes your speechlessness and the way you don’t even try to pull away from him as approval. he can’t stop himself from grinning foolishly for the rest of the day whenever he thinks about it

neither can you

from then on it becomes a habit for him to just randomly come and grab your hand and you usually stayed like that for as long as you could

obi wan kenobi

we can collectively agree that obi-wan is the sweetest person on earth (also smooth as fuck)

he’s a stickler for rules but as you grew closer together he found himself falling, and falling FAST

he’d never admit it to anakin because he’s being teased enough by him as it is

“you’re in love with her, master. do something for force’s sake” “no.”

“kriff, you’re stubborn”

anakin, that little shit, does everything in his power to try and get you two together. he’ll ‘accidentally’ run into you so that you’d fall into obi’s arms, make sure the only empty seat at council meetings and any other place was next to him, made sure you stuck together on missions, and whatnot

so when neither of you knew about your feelings for the other even after all he did he was genuinely confused and disappointed bc he put sO much effort—

you returned from a meeting with mace windu & yoda to retire for the night and found a note pasted on your door

“meet me at the gardens in ten minutes —OWK”

your nose scrunched in confusion but you set the paper down and slid your cloak back on regardless, and headed back out

obi wan was standing by the fountains with his arms crossed

“you sent me a note? what did you want...?”

“y/n, i thought we agreed to meet because you sent me a note saying to meet here at 11 sharp.”

“i didn’t send that note.” “i didn’t send yours, either.”

“then who did—” then it hit the two of you at the same time. “anakin.” “no wonder. the handwriting didn’t look like yours, you write in cursive only.”

obi just shrugged, “might as well make the best of this. he did get us out of yet another council meeting.” “touche.”

you didn’t know what to say bc all the words were stuck in your throat

which was weird bc the two of you ALWAYS had something to say to each other when you met up

he reached up to brush your hair away from your face and you froze

“this was stuck in your hair,” he explained as he showed you a milky-white blossom sitting in his palm “oh! thank you”

you fell into a comfortable silence as you walked around the place 

and then he’s like “oh fuck i’m just going to go for it”

“y/n, your hand looks quite heavy. let me hold it for you” “w-what?...oh.”

you nod and he takes your hand, and you pray that he can’t hear how fast your heart is beating (but he’s too busy praying for the same to notice LMAO)

anakin doesn’t need for either of you to tell him whether the plan worked or not bc he can tell by the looks on your faces

“what can i say. i’m a genius”

anakin skywalker

he’s not afraid to express his feelings bc he feels very comfortable around you and all

so if something’s wrong he’ll either tell you straight up or you’ll figure it out yourself if he doesn’t

he’s a very affectionate person—you understand that it’s because after leaving to pursue his training, he was lacking all the love and attention that he used to get as a child, so he made up for all that by pouring all that love onto you

anakin grew up knowing a mother’s love, so naturally, he’s very caring and gentle around you. he hugs you and holds you close every change he gets, brushes your hair away from your face, etc

so if he just comes up behind you and hugs you, or places a hand on the small of your back while you’re walking, you try not to think too much about it bc it’s what he normally does

you like to tease him about this sometimes bc the seemingly cold-hearted & ruthless warrior is a complete softie behind closed doors : ‘)

it’s no secret to others that you’re both very...close with one another

but nobody even tries questioning it bc 1) you’ve been like this for ages and 2) you got your shit done lmao

but you try and keep the forehead kisses and snuggles more lowkey

you were sneaking over to anakin’s room to finish bingeing that holodrama you’d started together last week and nearly got caught by mace windu 

“what took you so long?”

“master windu almost saw me on the way over here. move over.” you nudged anakin in the side and crawled into bed next to him, “you didn’t start without me, right?” “of course not!”

you yawned and stretched your arms in the air. “you know, if we get caught, obi-wan—” “—is going to kill us. i know.”

“he told us to wait...”

“it’s not like he’s going to find out we’re watching without him, is he?” he smirked. you laughed and lightly smacked his shoulder

you’re probably an hour or so in when the two of you fall into silence 

asides from what you’re watching, it’s just yours and his breathing that you can hear

you glanced over and watched the light from the holo shining in his eyes, and the distant light of the moon reflecting off his wavy hair and your heart stops 

oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no

you snap yourself out of your trance and get back to what you were doing

anakin starts drifting off slowly but steadily

“hey. your hand looks heavy. let me hold it for you,” he mumbled

you felt your face heat up, but nodded. “...okay?”

“your hands are so cold.” his nose crinkled slightly as he tightened his grip on your hand. “but that’s okay. i’ll warm them up for you.”

you smiled and let your head fall against his shoulder, and stayed like that for the rest of the night

a/n: i’m so sorry this was late,,,,depression was kicking me in the ass but i finally brought myself to finish this bc i really loved this concept! ...if you want to be added to my taglist just fill out this form!

[clonewarslover55]

I am here to ask for some goooood Doom content 🙏🏽

I decided to do relationship headcanons because why not lol 

@mxndalorians also requested these headcanons 

Commander Doom relationship headcanons //SFW and NSFW//

SFW

Doom may seem like a hardcore badass but he’s a big ol’ softie 

He’s a sweetheart but he’s also a flirt 

Luckily, Doom is smooth as fuck 

You don’t even know he’s flirting he’s so smooth 

He’d definitely be the one to ask you out first 

Of course in a romantic way 

Doom would take you to some nice dinner 

He’d continue to take you on sweet dates, most being romantic walks and such 

Doom would eventually woo you into a relationship 

Your dates would then start being at your apartment 

It would mostly just be you two relaxing at your apartment 

But he still takes you out sometimes, his hand in yours 

Doom doesn’t care about pda. He is very handsy, especially in public 

You’re his! Why hide the fact? 

Sometimes, while cuddling, he’ll tell you stories from his many battles 

He loves telling you stories. It’s one of the ways he shows off 

He loves to impress you in many ways.

Sometimes Doom will try to make you dinner! He can only cook a few things though 

So I hope you like pasta! 

If you ever make him food you’ll never get rid of him

Doom basically moves in with you once he comes over like twice 

He’s like a big stray cat  

You take him shopping to go buy some comfy sleeping clothes and some civilian clothes 

Doom loves shopping and style. So you two are out for a while 

He makes you see everything he tries on, just so he can show off 

He gets a lot of new clothes that day. 

Doom won’t wear a hood if an outfit has one. He needs to show off the many earrings in each ear!

He takes pride in his piercings.

Also loves his dreads and showing them off! 

He’s very into the punk look, and damn does it fit him 

Doom loves leather jackets, but also shirts where he can show off his tattoo sleeves 

He has two tattoo sleeves, both have forest and nature like designs 

He loves it when you trace them, especially when you two take bubble baths 

Doom loves bubble baths, he enjoys relaxing in them with you 

Plus he thinks they’re romantic 

He is always calling you by pet names!! Especially “My heart.” and “My love.” 

Doom is very level headed and pretty relaxed, but he still has PTSD

So he has trouble falling asleep and he has bad nightmares

When you cuddle him, his head on your chest, he sleeps like a baby most of the time

He’s an open book, he’s always willing to talk about his emotions and issues 

Doom is always up to listen to yours, and he’s very very supportive 

The romantic show off is actually a great listener, believe it or not 

Doom has two different colored eyes. 

His left eye is a bright emerald green and his right is a dark doe brown 

You had no idea he was color blind until way later in your relationship 

Doom is very embarrassed by it, and he tries to not let it affect him 

Everytime you call his eyes beautiful he blushes like a fucking fool 

He always compliments you, but when you compliment him he doesn’t know how to handle it

It’s adorable

Remember how I said he’s very handsy in public?

Well if you grab his ass or anything in public he’s a blushing mess. 

It’s very easy to fluster this commander 

Doom would probably say “I love you” first 

He’d always remind you of his, mainly by actions 

When he’s away on missions he tries to comm you often, just so you know he’s alright 

Doom is touch starved as hell, so it makes him kind of clingy 

So after missions he needs cuddles! He missed you and your touch so much! 

Once Doom falls for you, he falls hard 

Doom will love you with all of his heart and he’ll never let you forget it 

NSFW 

Mr. Romance knows a thing or two 

But you’ll still have to teach him some things, but it doesn’t take him long to learn 

Doom has that good clone memory and he learns quick 

After a lesson or two, he knows your body perfectly

Doom soon learns that he absolutely loves pleasuring you, he can’t get enough of your noises 

Some nights he’ll draw orgasm after orgasm from you, but other nights he’ll tease you till you’re almost in tears 

He’s a big teaser

Since he’s a show off he might tease you all day with simple things

He’s an asshole and he fucking knows it 

Doom will 100% tease you in public, he can never keep his hands to himself 

If you tease him back in public it will most likely lead to public sex, 

At first he gets flustered and such at first, but then he just gets needy 

He isn’t afraid to fuck you anytime, anywhere. 

Doom is very very patient, but if you do the teasing he loses all patience 

You two end up playing a lot of games, mainly ones where you see who snaps first 

Doom is kinky as fuck, so he will try anything you want to try 

Like I said, he’s an open book. So he’ll talk to you about his kinks 

He loves trying things out with you! It keeps things interesting!! 

You know what else keeps things interesting? His nipple piercings

If you even touch one of the silver rings he gets riled up. They’re very sensitive 

Doom is a switch. So when you top him make sure to tease those rings 

Also grab his hair. He has pretty long dreads that are perfect for grabbing 

Doom is pretty vocal, he never holds back his pleasure 

He moans like a slut when he’s being topped though  

Doom has many kinks, but he really enjoys bondage and games 

His favorite thing though? Oral. 

Doom is a god when it comes to giving oral 

His mouth is so skilled it’s dangerous. 

He always wakes up before you do, it’s his favorite way to wake you up

Doom cannot get enough of your taste!! 

When he isn’t giving you oral his lips are still attacking your skin somehow 

Doom can’t help but mark you up

Doom loves receiving oral, but he can lose control 

If he’s not tied down he’ll end up fucking your throat 

Doom has a breeding kink, but he doesn’t want children until after the war

So he’ll cum anywhere! 

If you tease him in public enough, causing him to ruin his pants, he’ll punish you real good 

Remember how I said Doom loves praise?? Well if you praise him he loses it!

He has a praise kink, both receiving and giving 

Doom is very romantic, so after a romantic evening he’ll fuck you slow and intimately 

He loves those soft romantic nights, but he’ll still take you roughly 

He may be romantic, but he loves his animal sex 

Doom loves bubble baths, which mostly lead to bathtub sex 

He just thinks they’re fun 

Remember, Doom will fuck you anytime, anywhere. 

This means he’s fucked you everywhere in your apartment

Doom is very caring with aftercare 

He mumbles sweet nothings to you as he cleans you both up with a warm rag

If you two have energy he may even suggest a hot shower

No matter what, you’ll fall asleep in the warm embrace of your loving commander

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[summahsunlight]

All For You, Part 11

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.6k+

Pairing: Poe Dameron X Pilot!Reader

Summary: Your life in the Resistance was not easy, being married to Commander Poe Dameron and a skilled pilot yourself. When you unexpectedly get pregnant, your life is forever changed. Raising a child on base is hard, but never having parents of your own as a child, you are determined to love your little girl and give her the best life. Poe is equally as devoted to you and your daughter, vowing to keep you both safe from the impending threat of the First Order.

Taglist: @thescarletknight2014, @elmoakepoke, @xxidontwikeitxx, @liadamerondjarin, @marvelofwitch, @blushingwueen, @april-14-blog, @agents-assemble, @paintballkid711, @softly-sad​, @badbitxhbuckybarnes​

Taglist is still open! Just let me know if you want to be added! I didn’t get the chance to proof read it (I’ll go back later and do that) I just really, really, really wanted to get some  more writing out there to you guys!  Happy reading🥰❤️

Emmy gurgled, happily, while sitting in the sink for her bath. Poe smiled at her when she began to wildly splash and you were quickly covered in soapy water. “Troublemaker,” you grumbled at your daughter, “just like your daddy.”

Poe glared at you, but only half-heartedly. He could never get mad at you when you were taking care of Emmy, when you were just being a mom. He would imagine his own mother taking care of him as a child when he looked at you with Emmy. 

Taking the baby out of the bath water, you gently wrapped her in a towel. She hated being cold and whimpered.  “Here, take her for a second,” you instructed your husband, handing him Emmy. “I left her clothes on the bed.”

“C’mere sweetheart,” Poe said, sweetly to the baby. “Daddy will keep you nice and warm while Mama gets your clothes.”

“Daddy will keep you warm because he’s a human furnace.”

“Don’t let her fool you--she likes how warm I am.”

Emmy smiled, broadly at him and he felt himself falling in love with his baby girl all over again. Poe pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. He’d been gone for a long time this last mission, and while his daughter had settled down when he did leave, it still broke his heart every time. He just wanted to be here with you and Emmy--but he knew in order to keep you both safe, he had to leave from time to time. 

Returning with Emmy clothes, you offered to get her dressed, but Poe wasn’t ready to give her up yet. “I’ll do it,” he said, softly. “We have a lot of time to make up for since I’ve been gone.”

You stood back and watched as Poe took care of the baby. “She missed you, Poe,” you simply said. “It’s crazy but she has this...sense...that you’re not around.”

“I wish I didn’t have to leave so much.”

“There are times that Leia is going to let you say no.”

Poe shook his head and sighed, finishing up dressing Emmy.  He gathered the baby back into his arms and gently hugged her. “I can’t, sweetheart, you know that. I want this galaxy to be safe for you and Emmy.”

Softly you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed an even softer kiss against his shoulder blade. “I know,” you said, holding back tears. You loved this man so much for his dedication to you, to Emmy--to making the galaxy a safe place for your daughter. It hurt how guilty he felt leaving, knowing that he had no choice. “Someday, she’ll understand.”

Emmy sighed and snuggled against Poe’s shoulder. He rubbed her back and smiled. “Someone is sleepy,” he stated before moving out of your embrace and heading towards the baby’s crib.  He softly sang to her, her little cooed of content filling the quarters. In no time, Emmy was fast asleep. 

“She still hates it when I sing.”

“Sorry, baby, I’m not sure that will ever change.”

“That’s probably true.”

He pulled you close to him, his lips seeking yours out in a lingering kiss. Often times when he kissed you like this, you liked to tease him that this was how they ended up with Emmy--but not tonight. He’d been away for so long that you were just longing for his touch, his arms around you, and even if this only led to him cuddling with you in bed while he worked on his latest report. You’d missed him.

You hummed in contentment as effortless carried you to your bed. Placing you down, Poe brushed his lips across yours once again. “I’m gonna go get started on that report--you go to sleep, sweetheart.”

Pouting, you pulled on his arm. “I was hoping you’d work on your report here in bed, that way I can cuddle with you and you can keep me warm.”

Poe smiled at you and grabbed his data pad. Once the two of you were situated underneath the thin sheets, he proceeded to get his work done while your head rested on his chest. He noticed that you were trying to stay awake and talk to him, but your eyes kept growing heavier and heavier. “Baby, please sleep. You must be exhausted from having to care for Emmy all by yourself while I was away.”

“I had help from Rose,” you said, yawning.”

“Sweetheart. Sleep. Now--that’s an order,” he teased.

There was no argument from you--you had already fallen asleep.

-------

At some point in the middle of the night Emmy woke up screaming. It wasn’t her normal cry, it sounded like she was in pain and when you stumbled to her crib you horrified to find her covered in sweat and running a fever. “Poe!” you gasped, carrying the hysterical infant to your bed. “Poe! Something’s wrong! Wake up!”

Poe groggily opened his eyes and blinked the sleep from them when he saw you standing there with Emmy in your arms. “What...what’s going on?”

Emmy continued to scream over your own hysterical cries. “She’s got a fever! And she’s...maker, Poe, she sounds like she’s in pain!”

“Okay, okay, calm down, sweetheart,” Poe said, scrambling out of bed. 

“Calm down!” you shouted at him. “Our baby is sick!”

“And we’ll take her to see the medics.”

“What if something is really wrong?”

Sighing, Poe reached out and took Emmy from you. Wiping the baby’s tears, he rested her against his shoulder and rubbed her back. “Babies get sick. The medics can probably give us something to help with the fever.”

You chewed on your lower lip. Emmy had never been sick and she had been perfectly fine when she had gone to sleep that night. “I just...”

“I know,” Poe said, softly. He gazed at you lovingly. “Let’s go to the med bay. Okay? It’s gonna be fine, sweetheart.”

“Are you talking to me or the baby?” you quip with a sniffle as he leads you down the corridor towards the med bay.

“Both of you, actually. One of us has to be calm.”

“I am calm.”

Poe threw you a look.

You adverted his gaze. “I’m calm now.”

The nurse knew you were coming--the entire base could probably hear Emmy crying. She tried to coax the baby to come to her but Emmy only sobbed louder if it was even hinted at her father having to release her. “Commander,” the nurse finally said, “maybe you can sit on the examine table with her.”

Watching as Poe sat down, you nervously rocked back and forth on your heels. Every time the nurse got close to your daughter, poking and prodding her, you grew even more anxious--especially when Emmy reacted so terrified. Poe did his best to comfort her but she was having none of that. “Is she okay?” you finally sputtered when you could no longer take the nurse’s silence.

“She’s teething.”

“Teething?”

“Yep. Looks like she’s cut two teeth.”

Poe kissed the baby’s tears away. “Aw, my poor princess. Is there anything we can give her?”

The nurse handed him a cold teething ring and then suggested giving the baby some pain reliever to help her with her fever and help her sleep. 

You weren’t convinced it was just teeth coming in. “Are you sure it’s just teeth?”

“It’s just teeth,” the nurse laughed as she coaxed Emmy to swallow the medicine. “Give her that teething ring to chew on when she’s awake. You can keep it in a chiller unit to keep it cold--if you need more just come see us. Doctor Kalonia ordered some on the last supply run in anticipation that this was coming.”

“I told you it was going to be fine,” Poe said, rising off the cot. He thanked the nurse and giving the teething ring for Emmy to chew on, he headed back towards your quarters. 

Emmy wasn’t screaming anymore; that was a positive. It was still obvious that she was in pain and not feeling well. Upon returning to your quarters, Poe offered to lay with her so you could sleep. You wanted to argue but knew that Emmy would want her father right now--so you let him lay down on the small couch with the baby--but you didn’t sleep. 

Poe softly spoke to Emmy while he continued to rub her back, soothingly. Emmy’s screams and cries had turned into small whimpers. “I know it hurts,” Poe whispered, “I promise, baby girl, it won’t hurt forever. Daddy is gonna take care of you, okay? We’re gonna get through this together.”

Shifting in the bed, you called out to him, “Poe, if we’re in this together...come lie in bed with me.”

“She’ll keep you up.”

“She’s keeping me up already.”

Carefully, Poe rose from the sofa and went to lie down with you in the bed. He gently laid Emmy between the two of you. She fussed for a bit and then eagerly chomping on her teething ring, began to fall back to sleep. And while it took Emmy only a few seconds to fall back to sleep once the medicine had kicked in, it too you and Poe much, much longer.

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“Don’t take this the wrong way--but you look terrible.”

“Thanks, Snap.”

Snap quirked an eyebrow. “Rough night?”

Karé nearly choked on her caf. “Rough night? You didn’t hear Emmy screaming last night?” When Snap shook his head, she rolled her eyes. “Maker you’ll sleep through anything.”

He ignored her comments and looked concernedly at Poe. “Is everything alright with Emmy?”

Poe nodded and downed his third cup of caf. “Yeah. She’s teething. Who knew that it was so painful for babies.  I just kinda thought they appeared one day! She’s miserable, Snap and it breaks my heart.”

“Being a father had made him a big ole softy,” Karé teased.

“True. He never cared when I had a toothache,” Snap joked.

“You are not a baby and you’re not my kid,” Poe threw at him. 

“Speaking of the little lady--where is she now?”

“Y/N took her to get more pain reliever.”

Karé’s gaze softened. “Poe, she’ll be okay.”

Poe sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “I know... it just...I felt helpless. I couldn’t take the pain away. All I could do was hold her and rub her back.”

Snap grinned. “Which I’m sure she was fine with. Come on, Poe, you did what you could do. Stop being so hard on yourself.”

“You sound like my wife.”

“Well, we’ve flown with each for a long time now...it was bound to happen.”

“Hey!” Jessika suddenly yelled across the mess hall. “The General wants us!”

Poe, Karé and Snap exchanged glances before scrambling to their feet. If General Organa wanted to see them so soon after returning from a mission something big must have happened.

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t h r e e.

It had been twenty-four hours. One full day since this storm took over, leaving you trapped in your house with the Mandalorian who wanted to throw your ass in carbonite still and his force-sensitive foundling. Leia and Han had tried to holo you but there was no way in hell you were picking up with this guy staying in your guest room. Once you got rid of him you’d go to them on Chandrilla and tell them it was the sandstorm. But until then you had to figure out a way to deal with your house having two extra people in it than you were used to.

You discovered the kid didn’t know how to control his powers, mostly. He was levitating things left and right, stressing the Mandalorian out. Eventually you got the Mandalorian to confess that he was trying to find his people, but had hit a dead end. He told you that he actually wasn’t looking for you, but that the kid had told him to come here. Thus he found the necklace, found you, and were in your current situation.

You were sitting cross legged on your couch, the Mandalorian taking residence up by the window, staring out it as if that would help the storm stop. The kid had waddled his way over to your feet and reached his arms up towards you, a sign of wanting to be picked up. At least, that’s what Ben would do when he wanted to be picked up. Babies are babies, right? All the general same actions, right? You leaned over and picked up the little thing, placing him next to you.

“Don’t touch him.” the Mandalorian said from the window. You glared at the back of his helmet - you swore he had eyes in the back of his head. You felt the baby crawl into your lap and smirked.

“Tell him to stop asking then.” you mumbled back to him. The baby smiled up at you from your lap, holding his hands out to you. The little thing had been obsessed with you since he saw you, much to the dismay of the Mandalorian. You held your palms out in front of him and he smiled bigger, putting his little hands into your palms.

You felt the force flowing through him. It was a lot of raw power, power that wasn’t in control yet. It was no wonder the kid was floating everything he touched. You could hardly believe the force flowing through this little tiny creature - and then he started to show you images through the force.

Flashes of things like being on the ship with the Mandalorian, how much the tin can cared for the little thing, how they’d play… it almost warmed your heart. He looked up to the Mandalorian like his father, it was obvious. Even when he would get annoyed at him for levitating things he was not supposed to.

You tried to imagine how he would be if he was in control of his powers. Right now he was a typical youngling, new to this and clueless as to what was going on and you could sense it from him. He didn’t know what he was doing and how to control it.

Maybe you could contact Leia and see if she could get a hold of Luke to help train him - but no. Luke was still a sting in your heart, someone you didn’t want to face. Plus, you had a feeling this bounty hunter wasn’t going to give up his kid. He was a softie for the little thing, you had discovered.

It occurred to you suddenly that the reason the baby seemed to be attached to you so much was that you think he could sense you and your connection to the force - even though you had cut yourself off from it for the most part. That one little sliver you held onto just incase was what the thing could sense. Maybe it was a good thing? You weren’t entirely sure anymore, but what you did know was that the Mandalorian’s gaze was burning through you right now as he watched you and the kid on the couch, in silence.

“You’re very special, little one.” you said to him, running your hand over one of his ears, earning a giggle. That made you melt into a little giddy puddle right then and there at the cuteness of it.

“What is ‘force-sensitive’?” the Mandalorian suddenly asked you. You arched a brow as you looked up to him, starting to sweat a bit. He was never gonna believe you, but you were stuck here with him so you might as well explain it.

“Force sensitive is when you are in tune to the Force, an energy that surrounds all living things. Some people are able to use it stronger than others, manipulate it.” you said to him. The kid cooed up at you as if he was listening, wanting more. “It’s a lot more complicated than just that, unfortunately.” you added.

“I got time.” He said, pulling a chair up across from you and sitting. He titled his helmet, urging you onward. You sighed as you gathered your story in your head, moving on.

“It’s been around since the beginning of time, the Force, the light side and the dark side. The people who are able to use on the light side it are called the Jedi. Long ago the Jedi were the keepers of the peace and everybody lived by a strict code. They tried to find ways to solve problems as peacefully as possible, but were also trained warriors. Their numbers ran in the thousands, long ago. If you were a Jedi back then you were proud to be one, and honored. It meant that you mastered the art of the Force and were able to use it to your advantage.” you started, taking a breather. The child was looking up at you with wide eyes, absolutely enthralled as if he understood every word you were saying perfectly - The Mandalorian said nothing. Sighing, you continued.

“Of course, with anything good most times comes out the bad. There were a group of Force users who weren’t on the side of the light but on the side of the dark were called the Sith. They’d mishandle their power, use it for bad. They’d find ways to cheat death, to come back that were unnatural. But eventually, the Sith went extinct because of the Jedi, or so everyone thought.” you took another break, trying to fight back emotions. You were now going into territory that involved your father, something that was still hard for you. You hadn’t told this story to anyone in a long time, not since you told it to Luke.

“During the age of the Republic and the Clone Wars, the Jedi started to get cocky. They were on top of the world, thinking they had everything under control. Unfortunately due to their egos, they allowed Darth Sidious to operate right under their noses in the most powerful position the Senate held, Chancellor. Palpatine executed everything so perfectly, as much as it pains me to say it. Every win that the Republic and the Jedi had was just a pawn in his game, a piece of the biggest puzzle of all; the rise of Darth Vader. Vader was a Jedi, drawn into hate out of fear. And in the end, he ended up winning. The Jedi were eradicated and killed off and he ruled the galaxy, for many years.” you explained to him. The child’s hands slapped your palms in an urge to go on, to continue the story. You didn’t know if you could, it was going to get personal. You didn’t do personal anymore.

“Seems like the Jedi aren’t as all-powerful as they thought.” The Mandalorian finally piped up after that. You gave a small laugh and an eye-roll. You did have to agree with him, it was the whole reason why you gave up your title of Jedi Knight and cut yourself off.

“Definitely not. However a few Jedi survived - two Jedi masters and a padawan who left the order before it got ugly. They fled and went into hiding after the rise of Vader, fearing that he’d come for them one day.” you added to him. He took a moment to think it seems, humming in response before he spoke up again.  

“But isn’t there a new one out there somewhere? I heard rumors after the fall of the Empire.” Your heart skipped a beat and you couldn’t hide the shock on your face. It was too obvious - but you couldn’t let him know. You didn’t fully trust him yet. Nor did you want to dig into what really happened.

“Yeah - there is one. The son of Vader who rose up on the side of the light, he took on Palpatine himself and that’s what lead to the fall of the Empire. He trained with the two old masters before they passed. Now he’s somewhere in the galaxy, rumor has it he’s trying to start a school of his own, bring it all back.” you concluded. The Mandalorian observed you for a moment and if he thought you were lying or trying to avoid the truth, he didn’t say it.

“My mission has been to try to find someone who is the people for the kid. Either someone of his kind or someone like him. I’ve been searching for a year - nothing.” he said, standing up and walking over closer to you. “You just told me more information in ten minutes than I’ve found in a year. How do you know this?”

“My father - he was obsessed. Told me all the stories.” So it was a little white lie, but you weren’t going to tell him that your father was the Master to Darth Vader before he turned to the dark side. You weren’t going to tell him that your father also trained Luke Skywalker and you in the ways of the Force. You hoped you were convincing. “I think the idea of bringing the Jedi back is ridiculous though. But that’s just me.” you said to him.

“Why is that?” he asked with a helmet tilt.

“I mean, you’re a Mandalorian. Sure you’ve heard the stories about the Jedi being these horrible people to your people.” you said to him. He gave you a grunt in agreement.

“I was told they were warriors that did more harm than good.” He said to you. That was the understatement of the century, but he was right.

“Well, it wasn’t wrong.” You said back, agreeing with him. “Plus, I think some of the rules are ridiculous. Don’t interfere with wars, don’t help people that might be in need - it’s ridiculous. Plus, Jedi are forbidden from having personal attachments of any kind. You get taken from your family as an infant and groomed to be this peace keeper and you can’t even get married either.” you ranted, shrugging your shoulders. “I just don’t agree with it, personally. Darth Vader rose out of fear of losing someone close to him, and he couldn’t go to the Jedi for help.”

The kid had fallen asleep in your lap now, over the conversation that was happening between the two of you. His head rested soundly on your stomach as he had curled up in between your legs, out like a light. You wondered what the Mandalorian was going to do next - he seemed to believe most of what you had said, if not all of it. Was he going to ask you where to find Luke? That was something you didn’t want to do.

“Who is this person that’s making this school now? Where is he?” It’s like he could read your mind. You took a big breath in and sighed, averting your gaze away from the Mandalorian.

“He’s an old friend. We grew up together here but - things changed after he learned his powers. I don’t know where he is now. After the Rebellion won the war he sort of just became distant, or so I heard. He hasn’t been back here in years, I haven’t seen him in years.” you told him.

It was the truth. You didn’t know where he was and you hadn’t seen him in years. The last time you saw Luke was after the fall of the Empire - he came back to Tattooine to ‘rest’ after the war. He said he needed to find his purpose now, since Darth Vader had fallen and his training was complete. He lived with you during that time period, when you were still at least trying to practice Jedi beliefs.

But things had already changed - you knew that. You think Luke knew that too, which is why he left the way that he did. He could sense it - he knew what was going on and what you felt and were going to do. It was painful for you to look back on it - you couldn’t believe that he had changed the way he was. You hadn’t seen him since he left your house that day six years ago, nor did you want to any time soon.

You could tell the Mandalorian was a little frustrated by your answer - hoping that you would have more. You did - you could tell him to go to Chandrilla and talk to Leia and have her contact Luke. But you didn’t want to do that - you knew what Luke would do. Luke would take the kid away from him, and that wasn’t going to be what was best for either of them. The Mandalorian relied on the kid too much if he liked it or not and the kid wouldn’t understand.

“Thank you for the information.” he said, coming closer to you and lifting the kid out of your lap, leaving you in your living room alone and going into the bedroom.

You were left to your thoughts, flashbacks of your time as a practicing Jedi plaguing your mind for the rest of the night.

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"(y/n), are we gonna talk, about last night?" Ben asked as the two of you sat in the car on the way to school. Leia had considered grounding him for the arrest but after he explained the situation to Leia she relented and let him off after chewing him out for nearly two hours. But you still hadn't talked to him all morning. Every time you looked at him you thought about how his lips felt against yours and how close you were to, having sex. With Ben.

You just turned to look out the window of Ben's car as he pulled into the school parking lot. He turned off the car and locked the doors before you could get out, the locks retreating down into the door so you couldn't pry them up and manually unlock the door. You sat back in your seat, avoiding his gaze and looking at your hands as you wrung them together.

"(Y/n) you have to talk to me sooner or later. You're staying in my house until your parents get back." Ben said, trying to look at your face. You kept turning away from him. Ben sighed and looked out the windshield.

"(y/n), do you, regret it? Kissing me I mean?" Ben questioned quietly. You turned to look up at him, seeing the red blush covering his pale cheeks that you could just see through his curtain of black hair. You resisted the urge to reach out and brush his hair behind his ears and instead cleared your throat.

Ben looked at you hopefully and held his hand out to brush his hand over your hair, stopping short and dropping his hand into his lap.

"No. I don't regret it." You said quietly. Ben felt a smile cross his face and ran his hand through his hair with a breathy laugh.

"Oh thank god, I was so worried about that." Ben smoothed his hands over his jeans, picking at a stain on his thigh. You did the same with the leggings you'd chosen to wear that day, waiting for Ben to say something else. You didn't even know where to begin.

"I-I'm sorry I shouldn't have brought it up." Ben said as he looked down in his lap. You hesitantly reached over and took his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. He snapped his head up to look at you and gave a lopsided grin.

"We should probably go inside." you said, hearing the bell ring. Ben unlocked the door and jogged around to the other side to open your door for you. You chuckled and took his hand as he helped you out of the car.

"M'lady." Ben said as you stepped out of the car. You smiled as the both of you walked towards the doors.

"So the dance recital is coming up, is the coach going to put you in or no?" Ben asked as he opened the door for you. You figured she would, she had you working with one of the boys on the team to choreograph a duet. You couldn't imagine any other reason she would have you choreograph.

"I think so. It's a tradition that the new members do a duet they have to choreograph, why?" You questioned as you walked down the hall to first period, one of the classes you shared with Ben.

"Just curious." Ben said with a shrug. You looked down the hall and saw Hux standing at his locker, holding an ice pack against his cheek and a bandage across his now crooked nose. Ben saw him too, puffing his chest out and stepping in front of you, pushing behind his back. You came face to face with his patch covered guitar case. You clenched your jaw and dug your nails into your palm to quell your anxiety. You stared hard at the green "Flogging Molly" patch on Ben's guitar case. It was one he didn't listen to often but when he did the whole neighborhood could hear it. You heard the quiet sound of Hux's shoes on the tile as he approached Ben. You heard Ben growl as Hux stopped in front of him.

"Solo." Hux spat. His voice sounded nasally. You risked a glance around Ben to see Hux's very bruised face caused by Ben's forehead and knee. He saw you and took a step forward, only for Ben to plant his hand on Hux's chest and push him back.

"Do I need to break some ribs too?" Ben asked. Hux flinched when Ben touched him, stepping a few feet back.

"Don't ever come near her again. She doesn't want you." Ben growled, reaching behind his back and grabbing your hand. He kept himself between you and Hux as he skirted around the ginger and towards your class.

The rest of the walk was silent as Ben let out a huff and rested his arm over your shoulders. You leaned against him and listened to the comforting jingle of the chain on his belt and the heavy thud of his boots on the tile. Everybody else shied away from those sounds but not you. You knew Ben, and knew what a big softie he was.

"Ben what are you wearing?"  You asked when you met Ben at the bus stop. He was dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans with a chain dangling across his hip. His boots looked like they were two sizes too big, and the black Metallica shirt looked two sizes too small. His guitar case seemed small across his back. He had filled out in the summer between ninth and tenth grade, and grown at least a foot. You however, were still the same size you'd been since eighth grade.

"Clothes?" He said, looking at you. You laughed and punched his shoulder halfheartedly. He gently shoved your shoulder, catching you before you fell over with a laugh. You stuck your tongue out at him, and he did the same. You froze when you saw the silver stud  in the center of his tongue. He laughed at your face. Not a small chuckle they way he normally laughed, an uproarious laugh.

"Ben what the hell?!" You exclaimed. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out again to give you a better view of the stud.

"I got it lasf weeken, like it?" He said, his words muddled around his tongue. The stud jumped as he spoke. You didn't know how to react, you never expected Ben to get a piercing, especially one on his tongue. It was weird.

Kinda hot though.

"You look like you have a nail stuck in your tongue." You said halfheartedly. Ben pulled his tongue back into his mouth and tilted his head. He thought you'd like it.

"I'm sure Malarus will like it." You said as the school bus pulled up to the stop. Ben followed you into the bus, sitting down next to you with his guitar case across his back.

"Nah she'll hate it, which is why I got it." Ben said with a shit-eating grin. You raised an eyebrow at him. He and Malarus had been dating since the beginning of ninth grade, he just now decided he was sick of her? This wasn't at all like the Ben you knew.

"Ben are you ok? You're acting kind of weird." You questioned.

"It's high school (y/n), time to remake myself. I want to be a bad ass, I'm sick of people picking on me." He said. You shrugged as the bus pulled into the transfer point. You grabbed your backpack and stood, ready to move to the bus that would take you to your new high school. You followed Ben out of the bus. He let you get into the new bus first and find a seat. He was about to sit next to you when someone in a lime green shirt pushed him aside and sat next to you instead. Ben huffed and landed in the seat across the aisle before standing up again.

"Hey, I'm Elrik." The boy said, leaning towards you with a waggle of his eyebrows. You squished yourself against the window, shooting Ben a pleading glance. Ben tapped Elrik's shoulder. Elrik rolled his eyes and turned to see Ben's angry face.

"Move." Ben said sternly. Elrik rolled his eyes.

"Or what?"

Ben reached down, grabbing Elrik's green shirt and hauling him from the seat, dropping him into the seat Ben had been pushed into. Elrik landed with a heavy thump before Ben sat next to you, propping his guitar case between his knees. He leaned back and threw an arm around your shoulders and fluffed your hair.

You walked into your first period class. Math. You and Ben took the two empty seats at the back of the room, hoping the teacher wouldn't notice the two of you had walked in late.

"Ben Solo, what have you done to my favorite student?" The teacher asked without looking away from the board. He finished the equation he was writing on the board, before capping his marker and turning to glare at Ben.

"She's never late, the one day she is she shows up with you." Mr. Madden said. Ben rolled his eyes so hard you thought they'd roll out of his head.

"I'm waiting for an answer, Mr. Solo." Mr. Madden said.

"You got me Mr. Madden, I've corrupted her. We were behind the school shooting heroin and cooking meth. I finally broke bad, the metal in my mouth finally leeched enough poison to screw up my head just like you said it would, and now I've gone and ruined your favorite student. Oh the tragedy." Ben said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he spoke. You suppressed a chuckle. Ben could always be a little, dramatic. Mr. Madden's face turned a glorious shade of pink as Ben spoke.

"Mr. Solo. Stop speaking like that this instant." Mr. Madden snapped.

"Alright alright. Dude I woke up late and I'm her ride." Ben said, holding his hands up in surrender. Mr. Madden grumbled under his breath before turning to the board.

"See me after class Ben." He growled before launching into an explanation on the problem he'd been writing when the two of you walked in the room. Ben gave you a look and stuck his tongue out again, the metal stud on his tongue catching on his teeth and making a clicking sound. It was a habit he'd picked up. If he was bored or deep in thought he'd drag the stud across his teeth to make a clicking sound. It drove Leia to her wits end, but you never minded it.

"So there's a battle of the bands type thing coming up." Ben said, walking backwards down the hall so he could face you to talk. It was the end of the day and he was walking you to the extra dance practice Phasma had scheduled so everybody could be ready for the recital in two weeks. You tilted your head and urged him to continue. He tilted his head to mirror you, sticking his tongue out and knocking the stud against his teeth again.

"Wanna come? The school's putting it on, I figured I'd do something a little more mellow. It's supposed to be covers of school appropriate songs." Ben said with a roll of his eyes. and putting air quotes around the words 'school appropriate.' You chuckled.

"Sure Ben, when is it?" You asked, stopping outside the locker room. Ben leaned one arm above his head against the wall. He told you the details of the concert and let you get changed while he waited outside the locker room for you. A few girls walked past him, including Rey. She gave Ben a quick nod. Despite being one of your friends, your friendship stopped at the teams you shared. She knew Ben was one of your closest friends however and figured she should be nice to him. Ben gave her a short nod back.

"Hey (y/n), think I could watch?" Ben asked as you walked out of the locker room in a pair of leggings and a tank top. You didn't mind, but you'd have to ask Phasma.

"I mean, I'll ask coach but I don't think she'd care." You said. You walked into the dance room with Ben on your heels. Before he could take a step on the hardwood floor you turned around and placed a hand on his chest. You pointed down at his thick-soled steel toed combat boots.

"She'll kill you if you scuff her floor." You said. Ben sighed and leaned against the wall to pull the boots off. He held them up next to him with a tight lipped smile. He shuffled into the room in mismatched green socks, setting the boots under the collapsible table in the corner that the dance team set their phones and water bottles on.

"Hey Coach," You approached Phasma at her desk. She was working on cutting the music for the concert but at hearing your voice she looked up with a smile.

"What's up (y/n)?"

"Could my friend Ben watch us practice? He's my ride home and I didn't really want to make him sit in the hall the entire time." You said, jerking your thumb behind you at Ben. He flipped his hair out of his eyes and flashed Phasma a crooked smile. She looked him up and down with raised eyebrows before turning to you and nodding.

"I didn't expect you to be friends with him, but yes he can watch." Phasma said. She finished the song she was working on before standing up and walking to the front of the class. Ben skated to the back in his socks, sliding across the hardwood before lowering himself to sit on the floor in the back.

"Has anybody seen David?" Phasma asked. David was the partner you'd been working on your duet with. Now that you thought about it, you hadn't seen him all day. You hoped he was alright.

"Uh, hey coach." You heard David call from the doorway. You and the rest of the class turned to look at him.

He had his left arm cradled in a sling, and his left leg in a boot. He had a crutch tucked under his right arm and hopped into the room, struggling to balance on his one good leg without the help of his other arm. Phasma's mouth dropped open along with yours. There was no way he could dance with one arm and one leg, and there was no way it would heal in two weeks. Phasma let out a deep sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"David what did you do?" She asked. David let out a nervous chuckle.

"I uh, went ice skating with my girlfriend, and I fell. Very hard." David said as he leaned against the wall of mirrors in the front of the room. You gave Ben a worried glance and he tilted his head at you. You could see his jaw moving as he chewed on his tongue, another habit he had when he was bored.

"Well, I guess you're out of the routines." Phasma said. David flashed her an apologetic grin. Phasma turned to you.

"(y/n) your duet with David was supposed to be in the concert, I can't cut it, the programs have already been ordered." Phasma said. It seemed more like she was thinking out loud rather than actually addressing you. She glanced behind you, a spark suddenly lighting behind her eyes.

"You said your friends name was Ben?" She said as she turned to fully face him. Suddenly every eye in the room was focused on Ben. He shuffled uncomfortably and looked to you for guidance. You simply shrugged.

"Ben, have you ever danced?" She asked. Ben stared blankly for a minute and in the silent room you could hear the stud clicking against his teeth in his mouth.

"I did gymnastics for a few years?" Ben said. You remembered his brief gymnast career in seventh and eighth grade. He'd gotten pretty good at the flips, but that wasn't dance.

"I can work with that." Phasma said. She gestured for everybody to clear the center of the room and for Ben to stand.

"Do a flip." She said. Ben gave her a confused look. It had been years since you'd see him do anything where his feet were above his head, let alone purposefully.

"Coach, come on that's Ben Solo. He just walks around glaring at people. I doubt he can even do a cartwheel." One of the girls in the corner said. She'd been rude to you since you tried out. Rey said she was always rude to anybody outside of her circle.

Ben shot her a glare, then stood from the floor, shucking his leather jacket onto the floor and emptying his pockets on top of his jacket .He slipped his socks off and stepped towards the middle of the room. He turned to look at everybody around him, standing in a perfect ballet third position. He gestured to the room with an exaggerated movement.

"Any requests?" He asked cockily. Nobody spoke and Ben nodded before lifting his arms and throwing himself into a cartwheel, then twisting into a back handspring and finishing with a backflip that brought him to the other side of the room where he landed effortlessly. Phasma let out a snort of laughter before turning to the girl who had previously spoken out.

"He's a better gymnast than you." Phasma said. Ben brushed his jeans off and straightened his shirt that had pulled up to show the smallest bit of his stomach. He walked towards you and held his hand up for a high five. You gave him one before he stuck his tongue out at you again. He'd been doing it a lot more you noticed.

"Ben would you be interested in being in the concert?" Phasma asked him suddenly. You heard a scoff from the girls in the corner and Ben looked bewildered. He hadn't come in the room today with the intent of being in the concert, just watching you practice. He looked between you and Phasma as if begging for an answer.

If you were being honest, you wouldn't mind Ben being your partner. David was nice, but he was lean and there were a lot of lifts in your dance. You were always nervous David would drop you, but you trusted Ben with your life. You knew he would throw himself to the floor to catch you before letting you fall. You hoped he would say yes.

"I mean, why not?" He said, more of a question than an answer. Phasma let a wide grin split her face.

"Wonderful, David can show you the video he had of the duet from last week, and you two can practice all you want. We only have two weeks." Phasma said. She dismissed you and Ben to follow David into the gym to practice the duet and teach Ben the new steps.

[justabigassnerd]

Come what may

Pairing - Poe Dameron x reader

Word count - 2,179

Warnings - character death, angst (what do you expect from me?)

Summary - after a mission gone wrong Poe loses you and reminisces on your time together 

A/N - Back at it again with another Poe Dameron fic. I love this song from Moulin Rouge because I adore Aaron Tveit and his voice is heavenly singing this song and I was listening to it the other night and my brain screamed angst at me and this fic was born. As usual y’all, please send in requests and enjoy!

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Never knew I could feel like this

Like I’ve never seen the sky before

Poe had never been one to believe in love at first sight. He never thought he’d fall in love at just the mere sight of a person. That all changed when he met you, the second he saw you he could’ve sworn his heart stopped for a few seconds. You were gorgeous and he couldn’t tear his gaze away from you until Snap waved a hand in front of his face, breaking the stare and startling Poe which caused Snap to burst into laughter at the fact that the Resistance’s best pilot has fallen for a girl he’s never spoken to.

It took Poe a good deal of time to actually get the guts to talk to you. At first, he just admired you from afar until one day Leia assigned you two to work together for a short mission that she was sure the two of you could handle alone.

“I’m Poe. Poe Dameron.” Was the first thing he said to you, holding a hand out for you to shake.

“I already knew your name Commander Dameron, you have quite a reputation here.” You say, shaking his hand and smiling slightly.

“Well then since you know my name, I think it’s only fair I know yours.” Poe shoots back, a smirk appearing on his face.

“y/n l/n.” You reply, watching as Poe repeats your name, rolling off his tongue smoothly making your smile grow as you try to fight the butterflies going crazy in your stomach.

I want to vanish inside your kiss

Every day I love you more and more

The first time you and Poe shared a kiss was nothing short of incredible. After your first mission together the two of you had grown close, going on missions together more and more often. However, this time, Poe had gone on a mission to Jakku alone to receive part of a map that led to Luke Skywalker. When you received word that he had been captured by the First Order you excused yourself to your quarters, getting there as quickly as you could with the tears starting to blur your vision. As soon as you entered the room you burst into tears, you had your own share of run ins with the First Order, but you always had someone to get you out of the situation. Poe was all alone and there was almost no chance of him getting out of there alive. Snap had come to comfort you; he was just as close with Poe so the two of you leaned heavily on each other for support. However, to your surprise, a couple of days later, a ship flew into the hangar and you were shocked to see Poe climb out. Battered and bruised. But alive. You ran over to him, immediately pulling him into a hug as you try to hold back tears. Poe is quick to return the hug and when you pull away you both stare at each other for a second before moving closer and connecting your lips. It felt as if the whole world melted away and the universe only consisted of you two. You didn’t pull away until you heard Snap clear his throat awkwardly, when you did you smiled at each other, your eyes full of love for each other.

Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing?

Telling me to give you everything

Many people didn’t know this about Poe, but he was the biggest softie around people he truly cared for. Most people only saw him as the fearless Black Squadron leader, the man who wouldn’t back down even if he was facing the entire First Order all by himself. However, behind closed doors he was different. One of his favourite things to do when he had time was to just lie on your bed in your shared quarters cuddled up with you. He’d never admit it to anyone, but he loved it when he laid his head on your stomach and you ran your fingers through his hair. It calmed him down after particularly long and stressful days and it also helped tremendously after he had nightmares that left him shaken.

Poe would also do anything for you, if you asked him to lasso the moon, he would try his damn hardest to do so. He’d do anything to make you happy, even if that meant letting you have some time to yourself after a mission gone bad. He wouldn’t stray too far because he wanted to be there when you were ready to let him in. The two of you had a strong and healthy relationship and you wouldn’t change anything about it for the world.

Seasons may change, winter to spring

But I love you until the end of time

The mission you went on was meant to be an easy in and out procedure. You were supposed to get the information and leave as soon as you got it. No one could’ve predicted the First Order ambush that happened almost as soon as you got the information. You and Poe sprinted towards your X-Wings, desperately trying to avoid the blaster fire. One lucky Stormtrooper managed to nail you in your stomach, causing you to collapse in pain. As soon as Poe heard you cry out, he turned around and came back for you, immediately trying to scoop you up in his arms trying his hardest to freak out. You had tried to get Poe to leave you but he was having none of it, he carried you to his X-Wing having to make the choice to leave yours behind on the planet to get you back to the base. He settled you in front of him and he made sure you kept a firm hand on your wound as you leant back against him. He wasted no time taking off and getting back to the base as quickly as he could. When he climbed out of the X-Wing he shouted for a medic as he carefully lifted you out and placed you on the stretcher that the medics had brought out after hearing Poe’s desperate calls. Once you were situated on the stretcher, you looked up at Poe, barely conscious and smiled weakly, not wanting him to worry about you. Poe smiled back and followed the stretcher all the way to the med bay until he got stopped by a medic who told him he needed to give them space to work on you. Poe found himself pacing backwards and forwards outside the med bay, ignoring someone who asked him if he wanted to sit down. He was too worried about you. All he could do was pace and pray you’d be okay. When a medic finally emerged from the med bay Poe made a beeline for her asking if you were okay.

“I’m sorry Commander Dameron. We tried our best, but y/n didn’t make it. We’re sorry for your loss.” She says with a solemn expression on her face as she watches Poe process the information. His eyes immediately start to water as he shakes his head.

“No. She can’t be…” He says, his voice breaking as tears start to stream down his face. The medic ushers him into a room where they are covering your body with a white cloth. He approaches it and sees that they haven’t covered your face yet. He gently presses a kiss to your forehead as some of his tears drip onto your cheeks which he wipes away gently with his thumb. The medics allow him to have some time alone with you and as they leave, he brushes some hair away from your face gently and whispers how much he loves you. After a minute or so has past, which flies by too quickly for Poe’s liking, the medics tell him that he needs to go so they can prepare for your funeral. Poe reluctantly gets up and leaves, making no effort to hide his tears as he heads back to his quarters.

News of your death spread fast and so the Resistance prepared a funeral for you within a couple of hours. Poe smartened himself up enough for the funeral but couldn’t bring himself to wear your favourite suit of his. Once he was ready, he opened the door to find Leia outside waiting for him, a look of sympathy on her face as she walks Poe to the funeral. No words were shared between the two, making the walk painful for Poe as he didn’t know what to do or how to deal with the unexpected loss. When the two arrived at the funeral, the entire Black Squadron were waiting for their commander, they all shared words of sorrow and Poe nodded in response, not trusting his voice enough to speak. The funeral was all a blur to Poe, all he could remember was the tears flowing freely down his cheeks, he barely even remembered the words he spoke about you. All he wanted to do was to be alone, he hated being on the receiving end of pity looks from every person in the Resistance. Once the funeral was fully over and your body cremated, Poe headed into the forest of Ajan Kloss to find a place to be alone.

I will love you until my dying day

Poe settles himself on a tree stump in a small clearing of the forest. He looks up at the sky, seeing the stars glistening from behind the tree leaves. He hopes wherever you are you’re okay. His hand finds the chain that holds his mother’s wedding ring, clasping it in his hand he allows a couple more tears to roll down his cheeks.

“I never got to ask you.” He whispers up to the stars, remembering how he was planning on asking you to marry him. He squeezed his eyes shut and started to hope he would wake up and all of this has been an awful nightmare. When he opened his eyes again and was still in the forest, he started to wish that it was him who was shot, not you. He didn’t know how he was going to continue without you in his life. His thoughts are broken by the sound of twigs snapping and he turns around to see Leia who smiles lightly at him before sitting next to him.

“How did you do it?” Poe asks with Leia understanding exactly what he meant. He wanted to know how she managed to keep going after Han was killed.

“I thought of Han. He’d want me to keep going and do what I do best and that’s what y/n would want for you. She wouldn’t want you to lock yourself away from your friends and duties. She’d want you to continue being the Black Squadron commander and to keep fighting. She loved you immensely Poe, and I doubt she’d ever stop.” Leia speaks gently, resting a hand on Poe’s and watching as he nods.

“I love her too; I’m never going to stop loving her and I’m going to keep fighting for her.” He replies, a newfound determination working its way into his voice making Leia smile slightly wider.

“Well said Commander. Now, let’s get back to the base. You need some rest and you’ll be grounded for a few days so you can mourn and then get your head back in the game.” Leia says, authority slipping into her tone as Poe nods, fully understanding the need to take time off to mourn, knowing he shouldn’t keep his emotions bottled up. The two get up and head back to the base, this time the silence is comforting, the only sounds being the crinkling of the leaves underneath their feet as they walk through the forest. When they arrive back at the base BB-8 rolls up to Poe beeping rapidly, asking him where he was.

“Sorry buddy, I just needed to be alone for a bit.” Poe answers, kneeling down and resting a gentle hand on the droid who whirs quietly, fully understanding him. Poe then stands up and turns to Leia.

“Thank you.” He says his voice barely a whisper.

“Anytime.” She replies before turning to head back to her quarters leaving Poe to head back to his own. When he arrives at his quarters a wave of loneliness washes over him. He was so used to you being in the bed waiting for him with a sleepy smile on your face. He fights back another load of tears as he gets ready for bed. When he finally climbs into the bed, it’s colder than usual, he brings your pillow into his chest, wrapping his arms around it. It still carries the faint scent of your shampoo. Poe keeps the pillow close to his chest as he allows his eyes to close. Thinking about how much he loves you and how he will never stop loving you, not until his dying day.

Come what may    

[trashcankitty12]

Favorite Character Tag Game

was tagged by @darkpoisonouslove​. This is going to be interesting.

Rules: name ten favourite characters from ten different things (TV, movies, books, etc.), then tag ten people.

1. Ziva David- NCIS

This woman right here made me see the different depths of badassery that women in writing can have if they’re written correctly. (Not all of her story lines were perfect. But she was both vulnerable and strong and a fighter and dancer and just all around amazing. I love this woman so much, and her actress is even more incredible than her character. Cote de Pablo, just in case you were wondering...)

2. Leia Organa- Star Wars (The Original Trilogy)

Strong, passionate... And perhaps one of the first women to have me come face to face with my sexuality... Leia was brilliant and sassy and she was kind. I just... I loved her. (And Carrie Fisher too. May she rest in peace and smile upon us.)

3. Flora- Winx Club (Seasons 1-4, because the others should have been better written, dammit. They had good ideas, just bad execution.)

It was a toss up between her and Griffin, and since I sort of fell for Flora first, here we are. I loved her soft-spoken nature, but how she never let anyone disregard her. She wasn’t as combative as the others, but damn if she didn’t let her anger go from time to time when it was necessary. I just absolutely loved how accepting she was of people and how much she tried to help when she could. (And yes, I do prefer the 4!Kids voice acting... But the one from the newest season wasn’t SOOOO bad.)

4. J’onn J’onzz- Justice League/Justice League Unlimited

The Martian Manhunter, also known as J’onn J’onzz. My favorite comic book man and my favorite ALL-TIME superhero. He can shapeshift, fly, read minds, and has superstrength. He’s soooo smart and he tries so hard to be gentle and to fit in with the rest of the group... I just love him so much. (Also, Carl Lumbly’s voice acting for J’onn was A+.)

5. Lena Luthor- Supergirl

I love Lena so much. And I just... Identify so strongly with her. A family that doesn’t seem to care about anything but expectations and having to live up to those expectations and then shattering them. She’s not an evil Luthor, dammit, and she does so hard to prove it. If only they’d see the world through her eyes... Most of the time. (Well aware of the current season’s shit... Gotta say though, if we’re back against a wall like she is, it’s hard to know what we’d do.)

6. Captain Cold/Leonard Snart- The Flash

He’s brilliant, he’s sassy, and he’s very much morally gray. (Yes, he’s a thief. But he also has rules about who he steals from and what he steals.) Mostly he looks out for himself and his sister only, but from time to time, when the situation calls for it, he can be known to be protective of others.

And can we talk about his fashion sense? When he’s staking out places and walking around in his more... “Blend-in” suits, hot damn. I’d love to have suits like that.

Also, he’s punny from time to time. Who doesn’t love a good pun?

(Wentworth Miller has no reason to have such pretty eyes either. I may be a lesbian, but hot damn those eyes of his. And the widow’s peak....)

7. Mick Rory/Heatwave- DC’s Legends of Tomorrow

Okay, so Mick is, pardon the pun, a hot head.

From what we’ve noticed on the show, he has many, many bad qualities. He does... But he’s so much smarter than what people give him credit for and he’s a great engineer and good at coming up with schemes to help his fellow Legends. (And himself.)

He’s against inequality. (In his own words, he hates everyone equally, but he’ll dare you to say something homophobic or racist in front of him. He’s killed people for less. Literally.)

He loves pointing out flaws in the system and exploiting them from time to time, but his favorite approach is the direct approach. (He’d love nothing more than to just roast everyone alive and be done with it.)

Mick is also a secret romance novelist. And a damn good one at that. (Secret softies are my favorite okay?)

8. Maze/Mazikeen- Lucifer

Another of my secret softies. Maze is direct, kind of scary, and completely loyal to the ones she cares about. (And she adores little Trixie with all her heart and will probably rip out the throat of her first ex-significant other whenever the time comes.)

Maze is skilled as a bounty hunter and in many supernatural based things. She was also a skilled torturer in Hell. (And again, secret softy.)

She’s pansexual and has no qualms getting with whoever catches her eye in the moment. (And has had her heart broken a time or two, but haven’t we all?)

9. John Constantine- Constantine

Currently he’s on Legends of Tomorrow, but he had his own show for a bit. And let me tell you, I love this snarky bisexual disaster of a man. 

First episode of his own show and he’s checked himself into an asylum and the director is like “Your business card says you’re a master of the occult and dark arts?”

“Yeah.... I’ve been needing to change that. It’s all bollucks really. I’m more of a damn dabbler these days.”

And yes... He’s a chain-smoker and almost always half-drunk... But he’s got a good heart and he tries his best with what he’s got....

(He and Lucifer actually have an interesting relationship if you read the comics... Yes, the Lucifer from the show Lucifer. They’re part of the same universe.)

Constantine’s sass and disaster energy and off the wall ideas just... They give me life.

10. Amethyst- Steven Universe

Amethyst is someone else I really identify with. Just because she’s small and compact doesn’t mean she won’t pack a punch. And just because she wasn’t there for the original war, doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to fight for her home.

She often feels... Less than compared to Pearl and Garnet, but she masks it well with a ‘devil-may-care’ demeanor and a jokester attitude.

There’s so many levels to Amethyst, but what I love is how she just loves life. Even when things get rough for her, she does her best to find something to love and cling too. I love her so much.

Tagging: @meluisart​, @electra-jolts-magnetism​, and whoever else wants to do this.

[birb-and-bairn]

Redd pt 23

Wind whipped at the Conductor's battered body as he climbed to the top of the train. His left arm throbbed with waves of pain and stinging hotness. Adrenaline and anger had fueled those punches and now he was paying the price. At least the pain in his arm distracted him from everywhere else that hurt.

With a final painful pull, he collapsed on the roof of the train. Taking a few minutes to catch his breath, the Conductor rested his head on the metal roof.

“Hang in there Lass, Ah’m coming,” he muttered to the warm metal.

How just like a movie that it would come to this. A dramatic showdown on top of a speeding train. Heh, the whole situation would make a decent script once he reworked it a bit.

“This movie better have a happy ending,” he growled. “Ah’m nae rewriting it.”

Pulling himself up, the Conductor steadied himself against one of the decorative metal feathers. From here, he could see the large hole in the ceiling caused from the blast. There was movement from behind some of the ripped metal.

Shorthair was struggling to climb over a twisted beam while holding onto a struggling Leia.

“SHORTHAIR!” He screamed into the wind as he took a running leap over various bits of debris and holes in the train.

Shorthair’s head snapped towards him. In one swift movement, he tossed Leia up in the air and bit into the back of her neck. Turning back to the beam, he scampered up and over it, dragging the whimpering Leia along with him.

The Conductor rolled as he hit the roof in front of the beam. Not waiting a second, he jumped at a different part of the beam, using it as a platform to angle his next jump to launch himself higher. On his way up, he grabbed a loose piece of metal shrapnel. It cut slightly into his hand but it was better than not having a weapon.

Once over the pile of wreckage, the Conductor rolled out of the way of several large pieces of broken train. He then ducked as Shorthair threw several pieces of sharp metal several inches into the wood where the Conductor’s head would have been.

“Tch, ah well. That wouldn’t have been fun anyway, Conductor,” Shorthair’s smarmy voice called out.

The Conductor rose to his feet, scrap metal at the ready.

Shorthair was standing next to several pieces of metal scrap stuck into the train’s roof like arrows into sand. On the roof next to him, crouched down on her knees, with hands covering her head, was Leia. Shorthair had one foot on the middle of her back and a long piece of scrap metal rested pointedly against the back of her neck.

“Take one step further, my dear Conductor, and we’ll both see how far your little darling’s head rolls,” Shorthair said, grinning. “Now drop the weapon.”

“D-ddaa- daaa-” Leia sobbed quietly.

The Conductor, glaring at Shorthair, dropped the scrap metal.

“Verrrrry good,” Shorthair purred.

“Look Shorthair, let’s have a chat,” the Conductor said with forced calmness. “Ye have my Lass and Ah have something ye want. Let’s trade.”

“Really? What could you possibly have-”

The Conductor pulled the velvet box out of his pocket. Shorthair’s pupils grew wide.

“So, ye want tae trade?”

“You stole it! But how do I know the shard is still in there? You’ve been with Redd. He could have taken it and left you with the box. Open it!” Shorthair’s words came out in rapid succession ending with the screaming command.

“Wha- Redd hasn’t touched this box, ye have me word on that!”

“Pfa! Your word is nothing. Open the damn box!” Shorthair put a little pressure on the metal resting on Leia’s neck.

Leia let out a yelp of pain.

“ALRight! Alright, just, give me a second,” the Conductor shouted.

Gripping the top of the box, the Conductor tried to force open the locked box. It didn’t budge. Frowning, he tried twisting it. Stars of pain flashed across his vision as red hot pain ran up and down his left arm. Still, the box remained closed.

“I’m waiting, Conductor. And my arm is getting tired, who knows how much longer I’ll be able to hold this metal up.”

Desperately, the Conductor tried hitting the box against some of the scrap metal. Surprisingly, the box damaged the metal and remained unharmed.

“You have fifteen seconds, fourteen, thirteen…”

NO NO NO NONONONONO. The Conductor tried biting it open. Still not a dent.

“Ten, nine, eight….”

Can Ah bull rush him? No. He’s too far away, he’d kill Leia before Ah’d even touch him. Leia, Ah, Ah’m so sorry...

“Six, five, four…”

Something glinted in the air above the Conductor. A small, silver key hit the ground in front of him. The design looked like the one on the velvet box. The Conductor jumped at it and rammed it into the lock and turned it.

Click

Nestled within some white satin was a small piece of glass, no longer than a toothpick and no wider than a penny. It was slightly curved and when the light hit it, there was a odd blue sheen to it.

The Conductor gaped at it. This was it?! THIS was what this whole thing was about?!! This piece of TRASH?!

“Two, one..”

“HERE! SEE! YER PIECE OF TRASH IS HERE!” The Conductor shouted, showing the open box to Shorthair. “Now put that metal down!”

Shorthair grinned.

“Too bad. You were too late.”

Shorthair lifted the piece of metal just high enough to gain a little extra force before bringing the metal down hard.

The Conductor shut his eyes. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t bare to see Leia die.

There was a sickening thud and a yowl of pain. The sound of metal hitting the roof let out a deafening clang.

“You can open your eyes, you old softie,” Redd’s tired but playfully mocking voice cut through the darkness.

The Conductor opened his eyes. Shorthair was rolling on the roof with a metal bar sticking through his shoulder. The deadly scrap metal had fallen behind Leia, who was frozen with fear in the same spot she had been in. Redd was standing on the pile of wreckage behind him.

Jumping down, Redd walked over to the Conductor.

“You alright?” He asked, concerned.

“Aye, Ah will be, once Ah get Leia away from that beast,” the Conductor managed. He’d see that scene in his nightmares forever, he just knew it. And it would always happen in slow motion.

“Right.”

The two brothers advanced on the thrashing Shorthair. Redd had a second metal rod and rested it on his shoulder like a baseball bat. The Conductor walked with the box in hand, the satin cloth in the other. The wind, knowing its visual role in these sorts of matters, made sure their tattered clothing where caught in the air just right so it was dramatic and visually pleasing.

Shorthair managed to pull the metal bar out of his shoulder just as the two brothers stepped between him and the trembling form of Leia.

“Do you think you’ve won, you disgusting feathered pests?!” He spat. “The boss will find out and you will be marked!”

“Ehh, I’ve been marked by that bloated pheasant for years. Big whoop. Nothing either of us can't handle,” Redd retorted, brushing off the threat quickly.

“Ehehehehehe, coming from you Redd, that's-” The metal rod hit Shorthair hard in the side, sending him flying back towards the pile of wreckage.

“Hmm? Sorry, I can't hear you now that you're waaaaaay over there.”

“Nice hit. Glad yer on my side now. Just don’t go getting all possessed on me again,” the Conductor half joked.

“Eeeh, give me a few minutes. I donno how long I’ve got till they come back,” Redd said through a forced grin.

“Ah was joking.”

“I'm not,” Redd said dead serious, his eyes never leaving Shorthair, who was listening intently to their conversation. “Grab Leia, give me the shard, and get outta here. That's all they want anyway.”

“Aaha aha ah! What LIES are you spouting this time Redd?!” Screamed Shorthair. “You’ve killed for those things, just as I have! You aren’t collecting them for some master like a dog, you want the power! Same as the Boss!”

Shorthair turned to the Conductor.

“If you had any sense, my dear Conductor,” Shorthair breathed heavily, blood dripping through his mad grin, “you’d kill the both of us and keep the time shard for yourself.”

Redd’s grip tightened on the metal rod. He was terrified to look at the Conductor. For years now, he’d been keeping his criminal activity as far away from his family ears as possible. To have Shorthair blurt that out now, when he needed his brother to trust him… He risked looking over.

The Conductor was kneeling down by Leia’s trembling form, one hand on her head, gently stroking it. He could hear him whispering comforting words to the terrified owlet.

Leia raised her head, tears in her eyes. There he was! Just like she knew he’d be. She tried to open her mouth to say something but all that came out was one long sob.

The Conductor gently whipped away some of the grime and blood from her face as the river of tears poured down her face.

“It’s alright Lass, Ah’m here, Ah’ve got ye,” he cooed as he wrapped her up in a deep hug, ignoring the pain in his arm.

“CONDUCTOR! DIDN’T YOU HEAR ME!” Shorthair bellowed.

The Conductor stood up, Leia cradled in his left arm, bawling into the nook of his neck.

“Aye, Ah heard ye.”

“WELL?!”

“Oh Ah was wait fer ye tae tell me somethin Ah didnae ken,” he replied calmly. “And if the two of ye really want this piece of trash so much, Ah’d much rather ye both kill each other somewhere else!”

With that, he hurled the box as hard as he could off the side of the train.

“NO!” Three voices screamed at once.* 

Shorthair took a bounding leap off the train after the box in desperation, Redd almost followed but was tackled to the ground by the Conductor carrying Leia.

In midair, Shorthair caught the box and grinned madly. Scratching at the lid as he fell, he managed to open it just as he hit the ground.

It was empty.

His smile froze.

Shorthair’s body hit the ground with immense force and rolled into the deep ravine that ran throughout the Deadbird desert.

The train moved on.

*One of the voices made up of thousands of small buzzing ones.

[iant0jones]

owen for the character thing!!

You’re not predictable at ALL, Gus. Omfg I love you. Tho looking back, I really went off in this post. So…..maybe I’m predictable too ksjfksdfw

favorite thing about them

he’s secretly the biggest sweetheart with so much love to give!!! He’s a romantic who can fall head over heels in love despite all his cynicism. He loves to take care of plants! He loves to take care of people! He’s so in love with life even after all the shit he’s been through and all the hopelessness he’s felt. Maybe not in love with life in the way he wants to be, but it’s still there. He’s a secret softie, I love him so much, dude

least favorite thing about them

he’s such a fucking bastard oh god. Like I know not all of it is his fault and he’s had such a shitty life, but GOD I just wanna strangle him sometimes. To quote Burn, “You’d think he’d just shut his gob”

favorite line

his speech at the end of a day in the death. I’ve needed that speech in my life too many times to count. God, he’s so important to me….

brOTP

IANTO AND OWEN, IANTO AND OWEN!!! That’s my fucking jam!!! They’re like brothers and there’s so much that’s hinted at in the show that we never get to see explored. Like I always found it so interesting and so important that when Owen got shot, the first reaction that was shown was Ianto’s. Maybe that’s simply because the editor thought Gareth’s reaction was the best. That’s probably it. But to me…to me that suggests such a strong bond between the two of them, one that they’re not even fully aware of. Because they’re so similar in ways that they probably don’t even talk about, don’t even know. And then we got Gareth’s ICONIC the last beacon and I’m??? wow I love those two together so much. Clearly I could go on forever but I’m gonna stop (((they love each other, tho. They’re brothers)))

OTP

Owen x Tosh, but only if they get their shit together!!! They could be so healthy and happy if they weren’t so stupid about their emotions. Ughhhh. Burn wanted them to go on that date so badly and honestly same, buddy. They’d be so cute together. I think, you know, maybe five years down the road they’re dating and it’s comfortable. It’s content. They might never get married or be the soppy couple Tosh might have originally hoped for, but they’ll be maturely and lovingly supporting one another. In the meantime Owen can find a cute boyfriend and be happy with him, and Tosh can find a cute girlfriend

nOTP

Owen x Gwen. They were so fucking unhealthy for each other. They need to just be bros. Also, I hate Owen x Jack. That’s his DAD

random headcanon

y’all know I’m obsessed with Leia the cat here on this god damn blog. So one day Owen’s over at Ianto’s flat with Tosh (Gwen and Jack are out having fun and hanging out because they’re friends and that’s what friends do). They’re all wine drunk and Leia jumps onto Owen’s shoulders and lays across them and usually he’d push her off but now??? They’re best friends lol he loves her. Tosh has to stop Ianto from pointing it out so Owen won’t get defensive. But he won’t stop talking to her while she’s on his shoulders omg

“You think that shirt looks stupid on Ianto??? Yeah, you’re right. He’s a stupid looking bloke.”

“Don’t turn my cat against me!”

“It’s not her fault you think it’s acceptable to wear bloody dress shirts around your flat like a knob!”

unpopular opinion

it used to be unpopular that he’s bi but now it’s not :) so….is it still unpopular that he’s a Slytherin? I got some flak for that before for whatever reason. Not really flak lol but some people seem to think he’s a Ravenclaw or whatever

song i associate with them

CLEARLY turn off the lights by panic! at the disco is my go to song for Owen, especially season two Owen. Sober by fidlar is my season one song. I also really love camisado by panic! for like. Early early years. Do I listen to too much p!atd? Perhaps. Also living dead by Marina and the Diamonds (bisexual implications by having a song by a woman? with lyrics such as “I think of all the men I could have kissed”? on my post? more likely than you think). God I’m just obsessed with applying music to characters. Leave me be

favorite picture of them

This looks like it should have been painted in the Victorian age and now it’s hanging in a prestigious museum somewhere. Like DAMN the colors? The patterns? I love it so much. ALSO

SOFT. BOY.

[swfanficbyjz]

SW Rey Theory - Legacy of Light - Chapter 26

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(10 and 11 years after Return of the Jedi)

           Ashla stared numbly out the transparisteel glass of the Millennium Falcon as Nyx jumped the ship into hyperspace. It was strange to be back on this ship, but it felt good to be somewhere familiar again. She knew better than to be worried about her mom now, but she was tired of feeling guilty that her mom had to save her sorry butt. As if Ahsoka didn’t have enough to worry about, now she was causing her more trouble. One of these days she was going to get her killed, and that scared her. She bit her lip and glanced over at her uncle that she hadn’t seen for fifteen years. She’d been so lost in thought, she didn’t realize he was studying her. “What?”

​            “Nothing…” he looked away, brushing his long dark hair out of his eyes. He looked thinner than she remembered, and paler. Was he still drinking so much?

​            “Thank you for picking me up,” she said nervously, expecting him to be angry that he’d had to get involved with her again. She had no idea how her mom had found him and gotten here so fast, but she was grateful. “I don’t mean to cause you trouble.” He sighed and leaned his head back against the chair.

​            “You aren’t trouble, Ashla,” he murmured, closing his eyes. She wanted to ask him why that wasn’t what it felt like sometimes, but maybe it was better to let it go. She couldn’t remember the last time he was this quiet and not upset about something. She wondered what had changed since the last time she’d seen him. They’d kept in touch over the years, but not a lot was said about where they were or what they were doing. So the conversations were brief and sporadic. She’d missed him, despite knowing that he’d probably been happy to be rid of her after dropping her off at the enclave. “I’m sorry,” he said after awhile. “I should have taken better care of you.”

​            “Uncle Nyx…” tears welled up in her eyes and she hopped up to hug him. “You did take good care of me. I didn’t understand it before, but I do now. You were scared, and after what I’ve seen, I understand why.”

​            “But it was my job as your guardian to protect you and I didn’t,” he patted her awkwardly on the arm and she let go. She’d forgotten he wasn’t as openly affectionate as Rex had been. 

​            “You can’t blame yourself.”

​            “But I do.” He stared at his feet. “When your mother showed up on my doorstep, I liked her right away. She gave me a hard time, pressuring me into letting her stay while I got beat up by thugs looking for some money I owed them. I don’t remember what all happened, but when I came to, they were gone and Ahsoka was standing over me offering to help me up. I never did figure out how she got rid of them, since there weren’t any cops nearby, but I was too grateful to care. After seeing the way she fought that guy back there, well… I guess I finally have an answer. Now I feel pretty foolish for all my rants to her about how much I hated Jedi. Without her help, I think my business would have tanked. She pulled me out of a bad place, kept debt collectors off my back and helped out around the shop. I was nervous about the future when she told me she was pregnant, I had no idea what to expect. Dealing with kids was not my forte. She was so patient with me, she let me help take care of you even though I wasn’t your father and I guess I fell in love with you a bit quicker than I wanted to admit to anyone.” He fell silent for awhile. She kept hoping he’d continue, but he didn’t.

​            “My mom said that even though leaving me behind was the hardest choice she ever had to make, she trusted you,” she smiled reassuringly at him. 

​            “I don’t know why. I badmouthed her old life, I badmouthed your father, I even badmouthed her…” 

          She reached out and squeezed his hand. “Jedi can sense things. She knew that in your heart you were a good person and that you’d take care of me as if I were your own, and you did.” She tried to sit back down but felt something inside her and she almost missed the seat. “Whoa.”

          “Are you alright?” he asked as she hunched back against the seat.

          “Yeah, I'm just tired." She stared straight ahead wondering if it meant what she thought it did. She shook it off, she'd been through a lot today and frankly, she didn't trust her senses right now. She hoped she’d be able to trust them again after what happened with Starkiller. "Nyx?”

          “Hmm?”

          “What changed? Why are you suddenly so… uh… nice?” She blushed realizing that probably wasn’t how she should have asked him what was going through his mind.

          “I guess I’m turning into an old softie,” he smirked at her and looked away.

          “Seriously, what gives? You’re acting weird.” She rolled her eyes.

          “Something your mother said before she jumped out…” she held her breath wondering if he’d actually tell her what that was.

          “Well? What?” she begged him to continue.

          “All these years I’ve stupidly believed that I’d gotten stuck raising you when that wasn’t at all what I thought I wanted to do. I resented her for the trouble it caused me. Meanwhile, she’d been wishing it was her that had you. That she’d gotten to be the one there and not me. The ironic part, I suppose… was that if your mother had been interested in being with me, I would have helped raise you anyways.” He looked up at her and she watched him curiously. “I don’t think she ever wanted me like that, mind you, but I kept hoping maybe she would if she saw what I did for you. Then seeing her again, wowee… it took my breath away.” His eyes widened, and he looked at her. “Don’t tell her I said that. I shouldn’t have said that.” He leapt to his feet and left the cockpit mumbling to himself and she stared after him confused. 

          She shook her head, smiling. So that was the main reason he’d put up with her for so long? He was still madly in love with her mother. It didn’t really surprise her to learn that. Everyone she’d ever talked to that had known her mother was enamored by her. And why shouldn’t they be? She was amazing! She was powerful, strong, soft, kind, brilliant... Ezra had admired her. Rex respected her and would do anything for her. Chewbacca had cared for her. Her father, who’d married a queen, had fallen in love with her. Ahsoka was just that type of person; you couldn’t help but love her. 

          She glanced down at her belly. She wasn't sure how she felt about sensing she could be pregnant. She thought she'd loved Galen. They'd definitely had chemistry, but after finding out who he really was... the idea that she was carrying his child made her nervous. She wanted to be a mother, at least she'd known for sure she did after making that deal with her own mom years ago. This was not how she’d imagined it, but maybe now that her mom was back from wherever she'd gone for so long, maybe they could finally be together. Maybe her mom would help her raise it. Although she hoped Ahsoka wouldn't be disappointed to find out Starkiller was the father. 

          Thinking about her mom reminded her that she’d just left her to fend for herself with dozens of crazy acolytes closing in around her and Starkiller intent on killing her. She tipped her head back, reaching into the force. “Mom? Are you still there?”

          “Of course, I am, love.” Ashla smiled the moment her mom’s voice came through. “It takes more than a raging maniac to bring me down. You should know that by now.”

          “I do, I do,” she laughed. Her mom sounded lighter, but still so serious. Like she knew something Ashla didn't. She didn’t know enough to understand the whole weight of what Starkiller had been trying to do to her, but the way her mom had reacted when she’d said they had dad’s helmet… Her mom had reacted in fear. It had crashed through her so strongly it had startled her. She’d never felt her mother afraid before. If she had been, she’d hid it well. Her mom had always known what to do, what to say. She seemed so sure of herself all the time, and Ashla wanted nothing more than to live up to that; to become that confident.

          So if her mother was afraid of this, she was too. This was bigger than she thought. She stared out the transparisteel glass and tried to relax, but a deep sense of foreboding settled inside her. They’d dismantled the Empire before, they could face this threat too, right?

 ---

          "I need to, uh, meditate," Luke looked away nervously after Leia went to check on her son. Ahsoka watched him tiredly for a moment but didn't move. Seeing him in person after so long was strange. He was almost a spitting image of Anakin, but she could see Padmé’s softness in him. Life and responsibility had been thrust at him with such force it was amazing he was standing so strongly in the light. This was the child that had tipped the balance in his father and brought him back to her. If only he knew how much that meant to her. Maybe someday she would tell him. Or maybe not. Well Padmé, your children turned out just fine. I think you’d be proud. I just wish after what we’ve all been through, that things were getting better not worse. I promise I’ll try to help them as best I can.

          "Master Yoda. Master Kenobi. Anakin… If you're there, we need a word," she said aloud, crossing her arms in front of her.

          "Oh right... I forgot you… wait..." Luke didn't get to finish his thought as the three force ghosts appeared in the room.

          "It's good to see you again, Ahsoka."

          "I wish it was under better circumstances," she brushed off Obi wan's words, not in the mood for false pleasantries. She paced back and forth as she recited everything she possibly could about what she'd learned on Taris, without of course, mentioning that Ashla was her daughter. She tried to ignore the way Anakin watched her carefully. The others were distracted by the words she'd said, but he’d always been in tune with more than that. He knew something else troubled her and she wasn't ready to say what.

          Once they were deep in conversation about the information she'd delivered, she slipped out and made her way to her daughter's room. She sat down on the bed and dropped her face in her hands, sighing deeply. It wasn't long before she felt Anakin join her. She should have known he'd follow her here. Didn’t he have bigger things to worry about? This was about his family after all.

          "I sense there's something else that's bothering you about this." He sat next to her on the bed.

          "That's because there is," she sighed again. She was too tired to cry now, she just felt numb. Why couldn't the dark side stop needing to rule the galaxy for five minutes?

          "Talk to me, Snips." He reached for her hand and she let him take it. At least the flicker of electricity she felt gave her hope she wasn't too far gone.

          "Starkiller said that they were trying to resurrect Darth Vader. I don't know if that's possible, but I have a feeling that if they manage it, you're not going to come back to life as this. You'll be something twisted and dark; and possibly worse than before. I can't lose you again, Anakin. My heart can't take it. I'm getting too old for this." She wished she could lean her head down on his shoulder or fold herself in his arms, but even though he sometimes felt solid, she knew she'd only go right through him. Which would be considerably less satisfying. She was capable of curling up in a ball all by herself, doing it with him there would only exaggerate the pain.

          "You won't lose me, Ahsoka."

          "You don't know that.” She threw her other hand up in frustration. “I'm tired of fighting. It's all I've ever done. Every time I think I could lay down my lightsabers and walk away, something else happens."

          "You don't have to get involved in it. This isn’t your fight. You've warned Leia, you've warned Luke. Let them worry about it now. You've done more than anyone can ask of you," he smiled reassuringly at her, but he didn't understand. He didn't know the whole truth. It wasn't that simple. Their fight was her fight, because she had a daughter that also belonged to him. They might not be her blood, but they were still her family in a way.

          "I can't stop, Anakin. I have too much to fight for."

          "This is about more than losing me, isn't it?" He tipped her chin back.

          "Yes."

          "Tell me."

          "I can't, Anakin. Someday I will, I promise, but I'm not ready yet." Her eyes burned with the millions of tears she'd already shed over this. Why couldn't she just tell him about their daughter? Why did she hold it back now? She had nothing to lose... and yet, it felt like she had everything to lose...

          "Ahsoka..." he was interrupted by Luke's call from the hallway.

          "Dad?"

          "Go, your son needs you," she breathed, gesturing to the door.

          "What about you?" he looked back at her sadly.

          "I'll be okay." At least she hoped she would be. He hesitated a moment longer and then left her sitting there alone. Ashla was safe; she was with Nyx. She was out of Starkiller's grasp. She'd be okay now. But she'd just found out her daughter was pregnant, and it felt like history was repeating itself. Only this time around, it was far worse than before, and somehow the stakes felt so much higher.

          She scoured the room for any of Ashla's belongings she'd left behind, put them in her bag and left Devoran behind her. It was time to confer with Morai and learn everything she possibly could about these acolytes. Morai had told her something very disturbing on Taris; she wasn't the only one that had escaped Mortis in a new form. Her brother; the Son... Ren… was still alive, and he might be the one behind all this. Which meant, this wasn't just a small-time cult with delusions of grandeur. It was a far bigger threat than any of them were ready to face. He'd had far too many years to build it before being discovered. Why hadn’t she connected the dots before?

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             “What’s the matter?” Ashla studied the faraway look her uncle got as he held her newborn child. The fallen walker they’d made home in the middle of the desert on Jakku was… well it would do for now. It was private. It was far from everything, and after the Empire’s horrible defeat here, it was the last place anybody would think to look for them. Hopefully…

           “Nothing. I was just remembering what it was like to hold you for the first time. I delivered you too, you know. It’s come full circle I guess,” he smiled at her and brushed his jet-black hair back out of his eyes.

           “You delivered me?” she laughed, sitting up on the bed. She wished her mom was here right now, but as usual Ahsoka had far more pressing matters to attend to. She wondered how Luke was doing. If they’d been able to help Ben. Her mom had told her not to worry about it, but she did. For the second time she’d been taken away from her brother; her family. Just when she’d thought things were finally looking up. She’d locked away her mother’s lightsabers and sworn that she wasn’t going to do anything that could draw attention to them here. But if this child ended up being a force user, she wanted it to learn too. She’d have to worry about that when it got older.

           “Well obviously I didn’t do the work, but I caught you when you came out. Don’t sound so surprised!” Nyx had chosen to stay with her for awhile after they’d found this place. She was grateful to not be alone. He’d changed a lot in fifteen years. He didn’t drink anymore, but he still liked to gamble too much. She got the impression that he was trying to make it up to her mother for all the years he’d resented her. She didn’t care why he stayed, she was just glad he did. He came around and handed the little girl to her. “So, what are you going to name it?”

           She was instantly in love with the infant in her arms. She thought about what her mom had said about how she got her own name. Then she remembered what Ezra had said to her; about how she lit up the room like her mother, and for the first time, she fully understood how something so amazing and good could be born of darkness; as though the sun had finally peeked out from behind the clouds. She smiled, unable to hold in the joy she felt. “Rey. Her name is Rey.”

Epilogue - >

[queenofcats17]

Prompt time!

-To give one of their own a confidence boost, the gang does a rendition of Hey Jude. -“Of all the things I expected to happen, us getting turned into the X-Men wasn’t one of them.” -Bendy and pals get to see Star Wars for the first time. -“Why doesn’t my character have a reflection?”

I’m really sorry this took so long. Also, sorry some of them are so short. 

Wally was going to ask someone out. It wasn’t clear whether this someone was a male, female, or even someone they knew. The employees of Joey Drew Studios just knew that Wally was gearing up to ask someone on a date. He’d been a nervous wreck for about a week now involving this.

“We’ve gotta do something about this,” Norman said at lunch one day. “The kid’s a mess. This can’t continue.” Wally had eaten and gotten back to aggressively cleaning in order to get his mind off this whole thing.

“Well, what are we supposed to do?” Sammy asked, massaging his temples. He, Norman, Shawn, Grant, and Thomas were seated together at a table for lunch.

“I really don’t see how this is our business,” Grant said, sighing heavily as he desperately tried to distance himself from the conversation. He wasn’t even sure why he’d left his office in the first place. Thomas had dragged him out for some reason.

“Well, if Wally’s on edge then everyone suffers for it,” Thomas said. “He doesn’t clean as well and all that.” Murmurs of agreement echoed from around the table. They knew they had to do something about this to help the janitor.

“Why don’t you sing him a song?” The men looked up to see Allison standing there, fidgeting a little. The tiny intern smiled nervously at the scrutiny.

“What kind of song do you have in mind?” Sammy asked, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.

“Well, um, Hey Jude?” Allison suggested, playing with her skirt.

“What makes you think of that?” Norman asked.

“I’ve been listening to the Beatles a lot,” Allison explained. “And, well, I think this one is pretty relevant to the situation.” Sammy’s smile widened. Oh, this was good. Partially because he wanted to mess with Wally. He knew this was going to make the other man extremely flustered.

“I gotta get back to work.” Shawn pushed back his chair. “Tell me how it turns out.”

“I have to finish balancing the company chequebook.” Grant got up as well. “The rest of you have fun.” The two of them went off to get back to their jobs, leaving Thomas, Norman, and Sammy with Allison.

“I should probably get back to work too.” Allison began to turn away, but Sammy caught her hand.

“No no no.” He said. “This was your idea. You’re going to help us execute it.” The four of them headed down to where Wally was furiously scrubbing at an ink spill on the ninth level. Allison was still rather nervous. She didn’t sing for very many people. She was taking over for Susie today, sure, but that was only because the other woman was out sick.

“I’m not sure I want to do this.” She whispered to Sammy.

“You’ll do fine,” Sammy assured her.

“Hey! Wally!” Norman yelled, causing the janitor to jump and nearly drop his mop. “We got something to say to you!”

“What?!” Wally turned around, his face a mask of barely contained terror. Sammy cleared his throat, gesturing to Allison.

The little intern stepped forward and began to sing. “Hey, Jude, don’t make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart. Then you can start to make it better.”

“Hey, Jude, don’t be afraid. You were made to go out and get her. The minute you let her under your skin. Then you begin to make it better.” Sammy joined her, an arm around her shoulder.

“And anytime you feel the pain, hey, Jude, refrain. Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders. For well you know that it’s a fool who plays it cool, by making his world a little colder.” The two sang together, with Thomas and Norman provided some backup vocals.

“Hey, Jude, don’t let me down. You have found her, now go and get her. Remember to let her into your heart. Then you can start to make it better. So let it out and let it in, hey, Jude, begin. You’re waiting for someone to perform with. And don’t you know that it’s just you, hey, Jude, you’ll do. The movement you need is on your shoulder.”  

Wally could only stare at them. This was by far one of the strangest things he’d experienced. Were…Were they trying to give him confidence or something? Oh shit, did they know he wanted to ask Shawn out? They did, didn’t they?

“Go get ‘em, tiger,” Thomas said with a subdued thumbs up.

“Whoever it is you’re trying to ask out, just do it,” Norman said. “We’re all getting tired of watching you rabbit around.”

“I just wanted to sing a song.” Allison smiled nervously. “Um, I’ll go now.” And with that, she quickly ran off.

“So? You gonna do it or not?” Sammy asked with a huge smile. Wally just kept staring at them. Was it that obvious that he was nervous? Ah, screw it. Wally threw down his mop.

“I’m gonna do it!” He said, hands on his hips. He stormed to the elevator. “I’m gonna ask Shawn Flynn out!”

“So that’s who it is. Hm.” Norman nodded slowly. “Didn’t think he liked him.”

“I mean, it kind of makes sense.” Thomas shrugged a little. “He’s always cleaning near Shawn’s workshop.” Sammy smiled to himself, quite proud of what he’d done. They’d have to see how well this panned out, though.

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“Of all the things I expected to happen, us getting turned into the X-Men wasn’t one of them,” Grant said dryly, throwing a quarter at the ceiling. The coin bounced off the ceiling, hitting one of the toys Shawn had animated, passing through Cordelia, and finally landing back in Grant’s hand. The intern shivered a bit as the coin passed through her translucent and incorporeal body. She’d been crying for the past hour but seemed to finally have stopped. Grant had been performing little tricks using his new powers to calm down her and Allison, both of whom had been terrified when their powers had first manifested.

“Why’re my powers so lame?” Shawn groaned, making a few of the plushes get up and start dancing around Allison. Allison smiled and clapped her hands weakly. What a cruel trick of fate her powers had been. Allison would never be able to be a voice actress now. Whenever she opened her mouth, what seemed like miniature sonic booms came out.

“You can animate inanimate objects,” Grant said, shooting the toymaker a dirty look. “You could make statues move. I can only manipulate probability.” Behind them, Thomas had started taking apart everything he could, studying their layout.

“What are you doing?” Cordelia asked, carefully making her way over. She was terrified she’d pass through the floor again.

“I need to understand how they work,” Thomas muttered. With some concentration, Cordelia managed to pick up one of the machine pieces.

“Are you going to put them back together?” She asked. Thomas nodded, snatching the piece from her hands. In less than a minute, the machine he’d taken apart was reassembled and working better than it had before.

“Whoa! That’s so cool!” Cordelia exclaimed, clapping her hands together. Allison opened her mouth to ask if she could see, but only a long shriek came out. Everyone covered their ears until she had closed her mouth. She looked on the verge of tears again.

“Hey, it’s alright.” Cordelia walked over to try and hug her, but only passed through the other girl.

“We need to find the others,” Grant concluded. “Perhaps their powers have awakened too.”

“Mm.” Thomas kept taking apart and putting together machines.

“Is no one coming with me?” Grant asked, sighing.

“I don’t feel comfortable moving long distances,” Cordelia whispered, already starting to sink into the floor. Allison started to panic, trying to pull her fellow intern up from the floor. By this point, Cordelia had become almost completely incorporeal.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! Pull yourself together, girl!” Shawn said, running over to help as well.

“Alright, I see you’ll all be busy with…her,” Grant said. “I’ll be back in a little.” Before anyone could stop him, he walked out of the room. It took a few minutes to calm Cordelia down and get her out of the floor, but they managed it. Once that was done, Shawn started testing the limits of what exactly he could animate. As it turned out, quite a lot. When Grant finally returned with Joey, Shawn was animating the toy machine and making the toys in the room dance. Cordelia was finally corporeal and opaque again, and Allison was clapping excitedly along. Thomas was still taking apart machines.

“Well, it looks like everyone is adjusting nicely,” Joey said brightly. Grant could only groan.

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The toons were going to watch Star Wars. When Susie found out they’d never seen the movies, she knew this had to be remedied. So she’d set up the projection for a movie night and corralled the toons.

“Why’re we doing this?” Bendy whined, rolling around in his chair. “I don’t want to watch a bunch of boring movies.”

“Star Wars is a staple of American culture.” Susie chided him as she set up the film reels. “You have to watch it.”

“I think it’s exciting!” Alice said, clapping her hands together. “Susie’s told me so much about the movies!”

“I’ve always wanted to go to space,” Boris said almost dreamily.

“It’s space.” Sammy shrugged a little.

“Oh, hush. They should be excited.” Susie started up the film, snuggling up beside Sammy. They watched all three original films in the span of one day, taking breaks for food and going to the bathroom. By the end of it, all three toons were ecstatic. Alice had fallen in love with the character of Princess Leia, while Bendy liked Han Solo. Boris enjoyed Luke Skywalker himself, tearing up a little when Luke reached out to his father.

“It’s just so kind,” Boris said, wiping away tears. “He still believes in Vader, even if Vader chopped off Luke’s hand. That’s…That’s really powerful.”

“You’re such a softie,” Bendy said, patting his back.

“I gotta admit, I do admire Luke,” Sammy said. “That does take a lot of courage and compassion. I’d never be able to do something like that.”

“The bitterness is strong in you.” Alice giggled.

“There are more movies, too,” Susie said, wiggling her eyebrows. “They’re coming out with a new trilogy.”

“No way!” Bendy’s eyes widened. “Is Han in them? Please tell me he does cool stuff!”

“He does cool stuff,” Sammy said. “And Leia becomes a general.”

“That’s great!” Alice squealed and started jumping up and down.

“We might have to sneak you guys into the theatre sometime,” Susie said, grinning as she went to remove the reels from the projector.

“Good luck getting that idea by Joey.” Sammy’s smile fell. “He’s not gonna like the idea of getting the toons out.”

“I’ll figure something out.” Susie hummed. “I always do.”

For the next few weeks, the toons reenacted scenes from Star Wars, quoting and playing make-believe. No one had ever seen them so animated. They were so excited, so full of ideas and pranks and joy. Joey couldn’t help but smile. Maybe he’d have to let them out to see the new movies. They were excited enough about it.

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Allison was finally getting her own character in the show. After years and years of working her butt off, trying to become a voice actress, she finally was one. She was so excited she could barely breathe as Joey showed her the concept sketches of her character.

“Her name is Leticia,” Joey said.

“She’s beautiful.” Allison gasped, running her fingers over the sketches. Leticia was a curvaceous young woman with long dark hair, a sleek black dress, and little high heels. Allison was excited to have another female character for the show. But one sketch caught her attention.

“Why doesn’t my character have a reflection?” She asked, pointing to one sketch of Leticia in front of a mirror.

“She’s a vampire,” Joey said brightly.

“Oh.” Allison looked down at the sketches again. “She’s...Um...She’s not a bad vampire, is she?”

“Oh no!” Joey laughed and shook his head. “She’s Alice’s best friend and a little bit of a troublemaker, but not evil.”

“Oh, good.” Allison laughed nervously. “Well, I’ll do the best I possibly can!”

Allison threw herself into her work, finding that she could relate to Leticia more than she had previously thought she would. She felt a connection to the character, the same way Susie felt a connection to Alice. This excited Allison. She’d always admired Susie, seeing her as what she wanted to achieve someday. To have a connection to her character, just like her idol, was something amazing to her. Susie just seemed glad Allison wasn’t going to be taking her job anytime soon.

[radioactivepeasant]

Glimpses

A short “Imperial Problem Child” moment, part of a series

1. Twenty-three They’d picked him up on Lothal, where he’d been involved in relief efforts. No arrest this time, surprisingly. An officer had simply come to stand at his elbow, cough nervously, and murmur that his presence was required on the Executor.

“Take over for me, will you?” Luke had asked, clapping the man on the shoulder. “We’re setting up emergency clinics in the districts most effected by the fire, and I need some more hands to move the food to the refugee camp.” The officer had looked utterly bewildered, but had begun directing stormtroopers to do as he’d said.

He was a little nervous on the shuttle. Vader hadn’t come to get him personally this time, and he couldn’t decide if that was good or bad. His father had been...distant, lately. Focused on the tenuous alliance between the Executor and the Rebellion, moving pieces into place for their coup -- it felt dangerous to be even thinking about it. As such he’d been impatient lately, almost curt with Luke.  Hopefully he wasn’t about to be scolded for wasting time.

When he arrived on the bridge of the super star destroyer, he found Vader staring out into the stars, contemplatively. He felt surprisingly peaceful, which was encouraging. Luke passed the Admiral and Ciena Ree, getting a sense of an oddly furtive attitude about them. He paused to glance at them oddly, then resumed walking, coming to stand just to Vader’s right.

“Luke,” the rumbling baritone made it sound almost like a question.

“Father,” Luke nodded and tried not to fidget as Vader turned to glance down at him.

“Son, come with me.”  He gestured, and then left the bridge, with Luke trailing behind.

“Um...” Luke hurried forward in yet another futile attempt to match his father’s strides. “How...how are things?”

For a moment, he thought Vader would not answer, but then, in a tone he might almost have interpreted as placid, the man answered, “Improving.”

“Really?” Luke couldn’t help a grin. That was promising.  He noticed as they stepped into a repulsorlift that they were headed for the deck containing Vader’s (and now his as well) personal quarters. Some sort of solemn discussion was probably in order.

Vader was silent as they reached his chambers. Even after the door had locked behind them -- a normal, if a bit disconcerting, occurrence -- he kept a thoughtful silence with his hands clasped behind his back. Luke had just opened his mouth to ask what was going on when his father swiveled abruptly. There was something surprisingly awkward about his stance, his mood.

“You once expressed interest in piloting the x1,” he remarked in what seemed like a very poor attempt at being casual. 

“Or something like it,” Luke said with a sheepish little shrug, “I know the TIE Advanced is yours.”

“And I would prefer not to readjust the pilot’s seat and controls overmuch,” Vader added dryly. It took a moment for Luke to sense his suppressed humor.

“Hey!” he sputtered, “I’m not that- no, yes I am.” He gave up the argument upon recognizing that he was tilting his head back just to make eye contact.

“Why ask then?” he muttered, just a little petulantly.

Vader stepped closer and shifted his weight. “Black Squadron is deploying to Oon to deal with a certain...recalcitrant Zygerrian attempting to form a fleet. Black Two is being held back for...health reasons.”

This was not a complete fabrication. Mithel had, in fact, been informed that it would be beneficial to his health if he did not go anywhere near his TIE that day.

“In his absence, I find that Black Squadron is short one pilot, and I would prefer he not be replaced with someone...untested.”

Luke took a moment to puzzle through the insinuations. Something was a little fishy here, he could sense that much, but he set that aside when he finally caught Vader’s meaning.

“You want me to fly with you?” He winced internally at how eager he must’ve sounded, but considering this time he wasn’t worried about Vader shooting him down in a dogfight, he couldn’t help hoping the offer was genuine. “Really, Father?”

“I highly doubt anyone else would be capable of keeping up,” Vader answered, just a hint of smugness coloring his words.

Luke’s grin widened. Then he stopped and narrowed his eyes. “Why? What’s really going on?”

Now his father absolutely radiated discomfort, and shifted his weight again, grasping his belt as if to keep from fidgeting.

“Although the source of my information was...not particularly forthcoming,” he said stiffly, “Certain estimations give me cause to believe that it has been twenty-three years now that you have been alive.”

Luke blinked several times. “But I’m twenty-tw-” he paused. “No wait, Lothal runs on a different timezone. What day is it on Tatooine? I can calculate from there.” He counted silently  for a moment, tallying on his fingers and glancing intermittently at a clock on the wall that happened to have been set to match the time and date on Imperial Center. The young rebel let out a low whistle.

“It is today!” he laughed incredulously. “I didn’t even think of that!” He rocked back on his heels and shook his head. “Guess this means I have to call Leia.” At the unspoken question in Vader’s posture, he shrugged. “Han was trying to calculate everyone’s birthdays by a common calendar once -- because he’s a giant softie and don’t let him tell you otherwise -- and as near as we can figure Leia and I share a birthday with like, a day’s margin for error.”

He shook his head again and ran a hand through his hair. “Twenty-three, good grief.” Then the context of the reminder of his birthday caught up with him and he flushed. “Wait, you...you figured out when my birthday was?” Guessing Vader felt as discombobulated as he did, Luke swallowed past an unexpected lump in his throat and smiled.

“So,” he cleared his throat. “When, ah, when does Black Squadron deploy?”

His father swept past him, tousling his hair unexpectedly as he went. “We were merely waiting for you,” he announced.

Luke didn’t have to be told to follow.

[kaelinaloveslomaris]

What about a quick little thing, RotJ AU. Anakin wakes up after one of his surgeries, Luke half on the bed, various others scattered on the floor sleeping, in chairs, in support of Luke (Leia/Han) and Anakin (Ahsoka). Cue confused feels and adorable fluff.

Oh nooo, I’m sorry, this was supposedto be fluffy, but it turned into a lot of angst and some mild body horror. D:But then, the body horror is to be expected when we’re dealing with Anakin’ssurgeries post-Vader…

Anakin woke slowly, the familiar dullhaze of pain his body was in considerably less than it had been a month ago. Asfrustrating as the numerous surgeries were, he was grateful that all the damagein his body was finally being properly fixed. He knew his body would never be perfect, the damage was far tooextensive for that, but he was already able to breathe on his own, and he wouldhave been content if that was all they had deigned to do.

The slight fuzzy feeling in his headwas definitely from the painkillers, and thathad been a chore for the medics, finding a drug that his body would stillrespond to. He had tried insisting that he didn’t need drugs, he was used to ahigher level of constant pain than most sentient beings experienced in theirwhole lifetimes, but Luke had frowned at him, concern filling his eyes, andAnakin had relented. And he wasn’t going to deny that the brief numbness thepainkillers brought was a relief, even as temporary as it usually was.

Anakin glanced down as Luke shifted. Hisson was curled up on his bed, his back pressed against Anakin’s side. He wasasleep, his Force presence muted from its usual blinding intensity. There wasn’treally enough room on the narrow bed for both of them, and one of Luke’s armswas hanging off the side. But the boy had refused to stray far, and he wasusually at least partway on the bed whenever Anakin woke from a surgery.

Hesitantly, not wanting to wake him,as he knew Luke didn’t get near enough sleep, he moved his hand to rest itagainst Luke’s hair. A soft, annoyed sound under the incessant beeping of hisheart monitor alerted him to the fact that they weren’t alone in the room.

I’m losing my touch, Anakin thought, if it takes methis long to realize there are other people around.

Luke spent enough time in his roomthat a small couch had been brought in for his use, though Luke typicallypreferred the chair that was easier to drag closer to Anakin’s bedside. The couchwas currently occupied by the Princess. Anakin’s daughter, a revelation thatboth amazed him and brought a lot of pain and guilt. He had put her through farmore than anyone should suffer, and certainly not at the hands of their ownfather. He knew she had neither forgiven him nor accepted him, and he did notexpect her to, but she also didn’t like leaving Luke alone with Anakin, so sheoften hovered and took advantage of the couch Luke usually left unoccupied.

Her head currently rested against Solo’sshoulder, who, now that Anakin was paying closer attention, was awake andwatching him with half-lidded eyes. Her willingness to sleep in Anakin’spresence made more sense now, if she knew Solo would be awake and watching.

As Anakin and Solo’s gazes met, thesmuggler tightened his hold around Leia, an unspoken threat and declaration ofprotection. Anakin would never lay a finger on his daughter again, and theyboth knew that Solo would be no match for Anakin if it should come to blowsbetween them, but Anakin allowed him his illusion of power.

Anakin dropped his gaze back to Luke andran his fingers – still subpar prosthetics since replacing them wasn’t as muchof a priority until what remained of his actual biological body was taken careof, but with somewhat better sensory input since Luke had taken to tinkeringwith them in his spare time – through Luke’s hair again. His son didn’t wake,too deeply asleep, and Anakin marveled again at the trust Luke showed him.

He could feel Solo’s eyes on him,just as protective of Luke as he was of Leia, and he knew one wrong move wouldresult in the man leaping up and putting himself between Luke and Anakin. Anakinappreciated his deep loyalty to his children, as much as it annoyed him thatSolo had the audacity to try to protect them from him. That loyalty was the only reason he tolerated the relationshipbetween Leia and the smuggler. And Luke had explained, after the firstaltercation between Anakin and Solo, that the man had saved his life more timesthan he wanted to count, and he would not allow antagonism between them. He haddragged a reluctant promise out of both of them, though Anakin was sure theyhad both resolved to break said promise if the other hurt one of the twins inany way.

The door to the room opened, and Anakinturned his head to regard the newcomer, expecting a nurse or medic. He caughthis breath at the sight of familiar blue and white montrals.

“Snips?” he said, his voice even weakerthan normal, and the Togruta froze, her head snapping up to meet his eyes. Thenickname had slipped out before he’d properly filtered it, and he winced,hoping she wouldn’t be offended at the informality after everything that hadhappened.

“Anakin,” she breathed, and sheblinked rapidly several times. She was across the room in a heartbeat, and withoutthinking, Anakin reached out to her as she came close. She didn’t hesitate,grabbing his offered hand and pressing it between both of hers. “I knew. I knew you could come back.”

Luke stirred at the sound of her voice,rolling over to look at her. He smiled. “Hey, Ahsoka.” He glanced up at Anakin.“You’ve finally caught Father when he’s awake.”

Anakin looked at Luke in surprise. “Youtwo have met?”

“Yeah, she showed up shortly after Endor,told me who she was. You were in your first round of surgery, and she asked menot to say anything.”

“I wanted to surprise you.” Ahsokasounded a little abashed, like she always had whenever he had caught her doingsomething stupid or unconventional, despite his encouragement of her unorthodoxideas. “I’ve come around a few times, but I never could time it for when youwere awake, and events have kept me busy.”

“I did not think you had survived.” Anakinclosed his eyes, unable to look at either his former padawan or his son. “I amso sorry, Ahsoka.” He couldn’t help but remember the last time he had seen her,across their entangled blades, threats of her death on his lips. Even if hehadn’t killed her personally, somehow unable to do it, he had left her fordead, stranded on a Sith planet.

He tried to extricate his hand fromhers, but she tightened her grip. “It’s okay,” she murmured. “Luke… explainedsome things. About Palpatine and Endor. And I’ve had a lot of time to thinksince Malachor. You’ve done terrible things, and nothing can change that, but Ithink I know some of what happened to you and why you did what you did. Itdoesn’t excuse them, but I understand, and I forgive you.”

Anakin shook his head slowly. “Ahsoka…”This was more than he had ever expected, and he knew he didn’t deserve it. Notafter everything he’d done. Luke alonewas more than he deserved, and he had been happy enough with just his son. To haveAhsoka back as well…

Fingers brushed against his cheek,and he opened his eyes, startled. “I never thought I’d see your face again,”Ahsoka whispered. She blinked away a few tears, and the room was silent for afew moments. Anakin didn’t know what to say to that. She had seen a sliver ofhis face through his broken mask on Malachor, and he knew his expression hadbeen murderous.

Ahsoka looked back at him, a smallsmile on her lips. “Your son got your eyes.” Anakin glanced over at Luke, who hadsat up and was now watching him carefully, a bit of bittersweet concern fromhim in their bond, no doubt sensing the turmoil his own emotions were in. Anakinsimultaneously thanked and prayed to the Force that she would never see Luke’seyes yellow like his had been the last time she had seen them. “I thought I hadstepped back into the past the first time I saw him. No one needed to tell mewho he was.” She reached across Anakin to ruffle Luke’s hair. Luke tried to duckaway but didn’t quite succeed.

“Hey, little brother.” Luke grinnedat that, and Anakin felt his heart constrict. He knew her acknowledging Luke asa brother didn’t mean she viewed him as a father, Leia certainly kept the twoconcepts very separate, but he had always thought of her as his first child, ofsorts, during the Clone Wars. The mischievous glance she threw at Anakin nowimplied she knew exactly where his mind was at.

“Your father,” she said to Luke, hervoice low enough to be considered conspiratorial, “was an affectionate softie, and never let him tell youotherwise.”

“Oh?” Luke said, turning his grin onAnakin.

Anakin glowered at Ahsoka. “Is thisyour way of getting revenge?”

“I’m still not a Jedi,” she said,giving him a shrug and a small smile.

“No, I don’t suppose you are,” Anakinmurmured.

Luke gave him a quizzical look. “I think I’m missing something.”

“Just something I said to her once, that revenge was not the Jedi way,” Anakin said, not wanting to explaineverything that had happened on Malachor. Luke’s eyes narrowed in the way theydid whenever he suspected Anakin wasn’t telling the whole truth, but he let itgo for now, much to Anakin’s relief. He knew he would have to explain a greatmany things someday, but he wasn’t ready to talk about some of the horrors he’ddone yet.

Ahsoka glanced up at the chrono onthe wall and sighed. “I just stopped by on the small chance you were awake, butI was assigned another mission, and I need to go. Mothma has me busy with NewRepublic business, but I said I wouldn’t leave you last time, and I meant it.If you ever need me, just let me know, and I’ll be there.” She smiled andreluctantly released Anakin’s hand before turning to Luke. “Take care of yourfather and yourself, okay?”

Luke nodded. “See you later, Ahsoka.”

“Goodbye, Ahsoka.”

“Skyguy,” Ahsoka shot back over hershoulder as she walked over to the door. Watching her leave wasn’t as hard ashe had expected, perhaps because of Luke’s comforting presence, but hearing hernickname for him after all these years helped too. That, more than anythingelse, convinced him that she really hadforgiven him. And if she could forgive him, then she would come back.