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raffinit · 5 years ago

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5 Mythology? For Sylvaina. The prophecy said, so Person A and Person B are to be hitched!

this one got away from me a little bit i apologise

@skwiyhedd

The first time Jaina ever caught wind of the prophecy was as a child; barely into her tweens, poring over dusty tomes in the highest shelves of the library. Books that most had forgotten even existed except for the librarians who were about as old and dusty as the books themselves. Jaina rather enjoyed spending time in the library. If not for the quiet, yellowy warmth it gave her, then for the stories Old Ned would tell her.

“There was a prophecy,” he said one day, tome spread open in his lap. He pointed one weathered finger at an image Jaina could barely make out; carefully etched in inks over parchment, faded over time and wear. An outline of the sun and the moon, the land and the sea. A tree outlined in flames and a throne of ice. “Eons old; some say older than time itself. A warrior —” Old Ned pointed to another picture, a figure in black ink whose edges frayed with time into a deep maroon and purple. Its upturned face smudged with age as if black tears ran freely from it. “— destined for Death. But Risen again from his grave with vengeance in his heart to burn the living to ashes with him.”

“How cruel,” Jaina remembered saying. “How heartless.”

Old Ned smiled at her patiently and gestured to her chest. “It’s always a matter of heart, my girl. See here —” He led her eyes down to the picture directly across the one of the warrior; a frozen throne and the warrior standing before it, beside another figure, unidentifiable.

She peered at it curiously. “Who is that?”

“No one knows. The prophecy spoke of another; a master of the elements. Someone with a lion heart strong enough to tame the wild fire of the warrior. She gave her heart to him and they ruled the land together, in peace, for ages to come.”

“But —”

The sound of the library doors creaking open made them both look up abruptly.

“There you are,” Jaina’s mother huffed. “Come along for your lessons, dear. Leave poor Old Ned in peace.”

Old Ned chuckled, shutting the tome as he rose on slow, aching feet. “No harm done, m’lady. The young Lady Proudmoore is always welcome here.”

“I want to hear more about the prophecy,” she begged, but Old Ned had simply pet her hair and sent her away.

“Another time,” he promised her. “Another day.”

When she asked her mother of it, Katherine scoffed. “It’s nothing more than fairy tales, dear. Children’s stories. Let it out of your mind.”

Jaina frowned, but the thought was fleeting in her youth at the prospect of magic lessons.

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The next time she heard of the prophecy was in passing; a derogatory remark made during a lesson in Dalaran. Second-year students in a cluster in the back of the class. “Pah,” the ringleader said. “Prophecies are nothing more than fantasies. Fairy tales people tell themselves to make themselves feel important.”

Jaina rolled her eyes and continued reading. They were meant to transcribe the Old Language; not whinge about it. The syntax was convoluted, but its grammar was similar enough to her encounters with the Elven languages for her to piece it together. “The pronouns are all wrong,” she told the archmage. “This translation for the words aren’t gender-specific. Even modern Thalassian and Elvish use neutral pronouns.”

The archmage peered at the book over her shoulder. “So it would appear. Translations aren’t always meant to be taken literally, Lady Proudmoore. Especially of such ancient tongues. The point of the exercise is to extract meaning, not nitpick.”

There was a snicker from the back of the class, and Jaina gave them all a withering glare.

“It’s wrong,” she said stoutly, looking the archmage in the eye. “The language is wrong. I can’t extract meaning if it’s telling me the wrong things.”

She earned two hours of detention with the archmage that day for her efforts. It was soon lost to the rest of her memories of Dalaran when the Scourge swept across the land.

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The last and most prominent time the prophecy came to light was late in the evening. When the day swept away into twilight and the stars scattered across the sky in a blanket murky light. It came at the hands of Thalyssra of all people — encased within a tome she had a distant memory of encountering.

“Forgive me for disturbing you so late in the evening,” Thalyssra murmured. There was a strange, pressing sense of urgency to her that prickled the nerves in Jaina’s spine. “But I had to show this to you.”

She brandished the tome, laying it open on Jaina’s desk until it came upon a page with two images. The warrior and the throne.

Thalyssra pointed at the figure beside the warrior, though her eyes were staring intently at Jaina. “That’s you.”

Jaina blinked. “What?”

“That’s you,” Thalyssra repeated, with rising excitement. “I remembered many years ago; centuries past when this prophecy was told. A warrior raised from the dead, vengeance in their heart — a master of the elements who could heal it —”

“That’s ridiculous,” she sputtered, reaching out to shut the tome. “Utter nonsense! Prophecies are just fairy tales, Thalyssra. Old wives’ tales.”

The night elf gestured towards portions of the book, flipping between pages eagerly. “Look, here — ‘arose in the sky, a flame so mighty; the roots of life burn’. That’s Teldrassil!” she exclaimed. “And here — ‘what melody rose from depths of black; the waters moved and the dead slept’. That’s you!”

“That’s absolutely ridiculous,” she insisted, yanking the book over to her and frantically skimming the page. “No, see — that bloody translation is wrong.”

“I think I’d know better than you would,” Thalyssra replied, not unkindly. “I checked and triple-checked. Even Liadrin agrees —”

Jaina shook her head incredulously. “Liadrin? What does Liadrin have to do with this?”

“She is closer to Sylvanas than either of us — I needed her assistance in speaking with the Banshee Queen —”

There was a knock at the door, quiet and discreet. Thalyssra’s eyes lit up. “Oh, that should be them.”

“Wh—” Jaina’s mind reeled. What did that even mean for them? Short of the thought being absolutely ridiculous, unfathomable, unprecedented — all those things — what the hell was she meant to do with the information? “Wait a minute, wait a damn minute —”

But Thalyssra would not. She moved to the door and pulled it open. Liadrin slipped in quickly, followed by a significantly less eager and wary Sylvanas Windrunner.

“Oh good,” Liadrin said, jerking her chin at the tome on the desk. “You’ve brought her up to speed. That’s half of the job done.”

Sylvanas eyed her warily from across the room, red eyes flicking to the tome and then back to her. “Proudmoore. I see they’ve roped you into this madness as well.”

“I’m honestly more surprised they roped you into it,” she replied, mostly without thought, because rational thought didn’t seem to go very far in that moment. “You seem to be the most sensible one here. What the fuck is happening right now?”

Liadrin answered for the Warchief, which in any other situation would have surprised Jaina. “We need you to get married. Yesterday would have been ideal, but we’ll take what we can get.”

Jaina stared in alarm. “Excuse me?”

“Married. Hitched. Espoused.” Liadrin waved a hand impatiently. “Whichever you prefer. The prophecy insists.”

“What bloody prophecy —”

“The prophecy of the warrior and the mage,” Sylvanas intoned quietly, looking equally at a loss. It was the most emotive Jaina had ever seen her. “The prophecy spoke of the End of Days; the rise of a dark power and a frozen throne. Everything that’s happened so far has come true. More or less. They seem to be convinced that if you and I...join...it would bring the prophecy to full circle.”

“And we all won’t die,” Liadrin added.

Jaina opened her mouth to protest, but no sound would come forth but for a strangled choke. She stared at Sylvanas for some sort of indication; to see the sneering smirk and cruel eyes or a deeply-rooted boredness. Something other than the grimness that set the Queen’s brow into a furrow and her lips into a thin line.

“Tides,” she gasped. “You actually believe them.”

“What choice do I have?” Sylvanas snapped, bridling with irritation. “I was coerced into coming here —”

“You knew exactly where we were going. I saw you quicken your step —”

“Regardless,” Sylvanas bit out, glaring at Liadrin. “We have nothing more to lose.” She looked at Jaina then, expectant and almost...unsure. “What say you, Lord Admiral? If we wed and it works, then that is all. If we do and it fails, it can be annulled. Simple as that.”

Thalyssra made a quiet little exclamation. “Oh, we must plan the wedding!”

“She hasn’t even said yes!” Liadrin gestured to Sylvanas. “Kneel, damn it. Do it properly.”

Jaina stared at them all, at Sylvanas, when the Warchief knelt upon a knee before her. A sudden rush of sensations made her sway in place.

“Don’t embarrass me, Proudmoore,” Sylvanas mumbled, glaring up at her. “I won’t debase myself further.”

“You need to ask her, you twit,” Liadrin scoffed, and Jaina marvelled at the absolute tolerance for the disrespect as Sylvanas gritted her teeth and growled in response.

“There’s no need,” Jaina blurted. “Don’t — it’s fine. I —” Tides below and Light above, what the hell was she even doing?

“I accept.”

#word vomit #skwiyhedd #sylvaina #fic drabble #arranged marriage prompts #or something #this one was fun #and also yes the prophecy is predictable but I'M DUMB OKAY

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dettiot · 5 years ago

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Hearing all the stories about a mother’s superhuman strength was one thing. Experiencing it for yourself was something else.

On the day she gave birth to unexpected twins, Padme Amidala found the full extent of her strength and power. Because as she pushed, as she sweated and screamed to bring one child, and then another, into the galaxy, she could feel something pulling at her spirit.

Something that wanted to take her away from her children.

And with all the grit and courage she had, everything inside her which had been forged by her years as Queen, as Senator, as a secret wife, she fought. She fought for her children. She fought for her lost husband. And she fought for herself.

So when Luke and Leia were placed in her arms, she was exhausted. She could barely hold them. But she knew this was not the first and only time she would hold her children.

She would be able to hold them for decades.

XXX

“Leia, my darling, it’s all right,” Padme said, brushing back a lock of her daughter’s hair. “You’re doing wonderfully.”

Leia. So like her father, with her anger and quick wit and loyalty. But unlike Anakin, too, because she channeled that anger and cleverness into helping the galaxy’s people. Not making the galaxy better--but making its people better.

And now, her daughter was in a clinic’s delivery room, not so different from the one in which she had entered the galaxy, to show her own twins the start of their journey.

A journey promising to be safer and happier than Padme’s twins had experienced. But that didn’t matter to a soon-to-be grandmother. All that mattered was holding her daughter’s hand as Leia realized how strong she really was.

“Where’s Han?” Leia said between contractions, sorrow and hope equally mixed in her voice.

“He’ll be here soon,” Padme promised. “Breathe, Leia. You can do this.”

At that moment, as if she had summoned him, Han Solo burst into the delivery room, his eyes as wild as his hair. Padme stepped back, allowing Leia to draw comfort and strength from her husband.

But then, at the moment of delivery, Leia looked around and reached her hand out to Padme. And clutching her mother and husband’s hands, Leia Organa Solo gave birth to Jaina and Jacen Solo.

XXX

Luke smiled at her as he watched her rock the twins. “You’ve got the touch, Mom.”

Padme smiled back at him. “I perfected it on you and Leia. How does it feel to be an uncle?”

Only a mother would probably see the shadow falling over Luke’s eyes. She could guess why and her heart ached for her son, who had chosen such a difficult path in life. But if Leia was like her father, Luke was like her: full of love and hope and compassion. Even more than she was, in fact.

So even though he was scared of his power over these two tiny lives, he would do nothing but show eternal love to his nephew and niece.

“I’m excited they’re here,” Luke said with another smile. “They’re such bright lights in the Force. I think--”

When he stopped and whirled around, Padme froze, her muscles tensing for action. When the uneasy, tense silence grew too much for her, she whispered, “Luke?”

“I . . . I feel a presence . . .” he said softly, his eyes going wide. “I think--Father.”

Padme took a deep breath as a shimmering, indistinct figure of blue light appeared before her. Even without the Force, she knew it was Anakin.

Luke was speaking, a one-sided conversation, but Padme was focused on the figure in front of her. It came closer and she felt a soft breath on her cheek. Looking down at Jacen and Jaina, she could see the blue light slowly drift over first Jaina, then Jacen’s head. Like a hand brushing over their soft, precious bodies.

They have your strength, Padme . . .

She gasped at the voice she still remembered, and then the figure, the light, was gone.

#padme amidala #anakin skywalker #leia organa #luke skywalker #star wars

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redeeming-sun · 4 years ago

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@warwaged // Alleria

Deflection may well have been looking into a mirror. Hers tended to be more brusque, avoidant more so than deflective in truth, yet Alleria ofttimes did the same when for some reason unwilling to speak but mindful not to hurt — a wonder, she had to think, that he would care to spare her feelings at all in face of what bothered him in truth. In that, clear what he had not inherited from her, kindness seeming unending, careful even when others would deem her undeserving of it.

If his choice of a topic is in some way well meant attempt not to touch upon sensitive matters, he does so all the same. Not unexpected, however; there’s been plenty of controversy surrounding the methods they had employed, though Jaina’s tattling had ultimately amount to nothing. The lack of surprise means she is well prepared; and thus, when he brings up Sylvanas, there is no visible indication of just how sensitive a matter that may be.

But what follows is not questioning nor condemning of her methods — worse, it is the most absurd request she has heard in all too long life. It takes less than a heartbeat for her to shoot back answer.

“Absolutely not.” Arator and Turalyon, terror branded in their expressions. Arator and Turalyon, skin ashen and gray and dead, dead like they were. Corpses, then skeletons, then dust, then nothing, nothing so much worse than even the emptiness of the Void. Outraged huff only furthers disagreement; there was much and more Alleria was ever willing to let go of to do instead what son wished, but this was no such matter, and answer was final. Arms crossed, blue-green gaze upon him unthreatening yet resolute.

“She won’t talk to anyone unless she believes it will save her hide, and this time there is nothing in the world that can save her.” Sylvanas knew that, of course; after all she had done, there would be neither pity nor mercy for her, neither from Alliance nor from Horde — not even from her own sister.

Alleria had allowed her to live once; that had proven to be one of her worst mistakes.

Anduin demanded them to capture her alive, and such was her intention, but if it was between killing her or letting her free, she would not hesitate to do what she ought to. What she ought to have done. What she hadn’t.

Her own sister. Sylvanas had been the moon to her sun, bestest friend and greatest rival, one she had fought as often as she had defended. Her sister. They had been so close when there were four; and Alleria loved the youngest two, dearly, endlessly, but it was the second eldest she had trust with hopes and fears, more equal than little sister.

Her sister, murderer of thousands.

I have already lost a sister. I won’t lose anyone else.

“This isn’t up for debate.” Ears dropped slightly, heart aching in so many ways she refused to acknowledge. As far as she was concerned, even Turalyon wouldn’t join her in hunting Sylvanas. That she may not be able to prevent, but Alleria would not have her son endangered also. “We’re not hunting her to talk to her, Arator. The time for talking has long passed. Sylvanas ought to face justice for her deeds.”

The abruptness with which she shoots down his requests reminds him of why he never asked his parents if he could go to The Gathering. Her son he might be, but childhood had long since passed. Instead what he feels is a twinge of frustration that she wouldn’t even listen to him. Still he pressed on.

“You’re making my argument for me, though! That’s precisely why she will talk to me, because she trusts me! I can convince her to sit down and talk. We can still find a peaceful resolution but not if you come at her prepared to fight!”

The discussion might be over for her, but for him it was only beginning. Stubbornness and determination was something she might recognize within him as all too familiar. Alleria could thank herself for that.

“But you’re also not hunting to kill her, right? She does have to face justice but she can only do that if she’s alive and, if you kill her, she cannot answer for Teldrassil or explain why she did what she did!” If what he knew about his mother was true, he sincerely doubted that Alleria would prefer to bring Sylvanas back alive...and, for Arator, that was unacceptable. He still held immeasurable love for his aunt Sylvanas and refused to let her be slaughtered.

“This isn’t a debate, anyways. I may be your son but you need me to join you. Only I can convince her to put down the bow and only I...” He shouldn’t say it but it was his trump card and perhaps the only way she will acknowledge his usefulness in this hunt, “Only I know where she is.”

#* Its only in my ﴾headcanon﴿#warwaged #c:

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lizartgurl · 6 years ago

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Jaina Solo as Anastasia

So I was listening to the Anastasia soundtrack as I did my Jaina doodles and so enjoy this bullet-pointed AU with Jaina Solo as the Princess Anastasia, based on the Don Bluth Movie.

(I am so sorry this got so freaking long)

The Amidala family has ruled the planet of Naboo for a hundred years or so, the most recent being Padme Amidala, who married Anakin Skywalker and had two children, the twins Leia and Luke

Padme abdicated after her husband died, bestowing her grand kingdom to her daughter, the Princess Leia, who married General Han Solo and had three children, Anakin, the youngest, Jacen, and his twin, Jaina Solo, the oldest and designated heir.

Padme dotes on her only granddaughter, helping prepare the wild girl for ruling the planet one day.

During Padme’s reign with Anakin, they relied heavily on the advice of their counselor, Shiv Palpatine, who had mentored them both

Once Leia took the throne, she discovered that Palpatine had a hand in the death of her father, and would have executed him had he not escaped.

The Amidalas forget him, dedicating their efforts to improving their kingdom and trying to repair any damage that Palpatine had done to their people.

Jaina and her brothers grow up in the lap of luxury and want for nothing. Jaina learns to ride Fathiers and fly speeders like her father. Jacen is better with the Fatheirs than she is and she’s jealous of that fact because Jacen gets along great with ALL animals, and Fathiers are her favorite

All three children are strong in the force, like the rest of their family, and their Master Uncle Luke trains them to protect their friends and to fight for justice for their people.

One of the servants is the orphan boy Zekk, who often escapes from the palace with the Amidala children, searching for adventure. As much as they try to be friends, there is an entire world separating their very different lives.

Padme lives on the planet of Naboo, very similar to Alderaan, and all her grandchildren hate how far away she lives.

She returns to Alderaan for the Anniversary ball to celebrate the Hundredth year of the Amidala reign, with special gifts for all of her grandchildren to remember her by.

Jacen receives a rare Crystal Snake, Anakin gets a puzzle to test his wits, but Jaina’s is the most special. A tiny music box that she can tinker with so that it plays their favorite Alderaanian lullaby.

The night of the Ball, Palpatine returns, revealing his true form of Darth Sidious. He curses the Amidala family with death and unhappiness, and uses his newly found dark powers to stir the peace-loving people of Alderaan to violence against their beloved rulers.

The planet is racked with war, tearing at its seams. The Amidalas try to stay as long as they can, insisting that they can stop the violence in some way.

They cannot, and they must escape as a deadly weapon orchestrated by Darth Sidious aims for the planet’s core.

Desperate to keep a hold on her precious music box, Jaina is separated from her family in the spaceport, but is aided by Zekk, who directs her to a ship full of orphan children.

The two are cornered by Sidious himself, though Jaina drives him back with her wild powers, just barely defeating him.

This leaves her without her memories, but she is preserved somehow and stowed onboard the ship, but separated from Zekk, who now has Jaina’s beloved music box in his possession.

Alderaan is destroyed by Sidious’s hatred, its people scattered throughout the galaxy.

Much of the diaspora is concentrated in the capital of the galaxy, Coruscaunt, including Jaina, Zekk, and Lando Calrissian, a conman by nature and an old friend of Han Solo.

Having lost their daughter, Han, Leia, and Padme refuse to believe that she died with Alderaan, and offer a reward for anyone who can produce the heir of the Alderaanian throne, or any information leading to her.

Jaina has grown to adulthood being called “Jaya” by the other orphan children, no memory of the esteemed life she once led. She leaves the orphanage, to find work, wandering across the planet as a mechanic.

Lando has somewhat adopted Zekk the street rat, and they think they know how to get the reward money for the location of Jaina Solo.

They hold auditions for someone to pose as the lost heir, who they will teach the ways of courtly life, specifically the life of Jaina Solo.

Jaya is called in to fix their ship, and she is amazed by the familiarity of Alderaanian tech, and the lullaby Zekk is humming as he plays with the silent music box hanging around his neck.

Lando is struck with a brilliant idea, scruffy-looking mechanic Jaya will pose as the wild Jaina Solo Amidala, giving him and Zekk a shot at the reward money and Jaya a chance to leave Coruscaunt for once in her life and see the galaxy.

Their ship is attacked by Sidious’s demons, forcing them to take a public cruiser to Naboo, where the Amidalas now live.

Jaya is getting increasingly frustrated with the courtly rules and the fancy clothes Lando tries to make her dress up in. Zekk is getting just as frustrated with trying to teach her, and can’t help but feel like he’s missing something, and Lando keeps insisting that Jaya can pull it off perfectly, all with a winning smile.

While transferring between ships, Lando decides to teach Jaya to ride a fathier, as Jaina was so fond of doing

Suddenly it just clicks.

Jaya is sprinting ahead of Zekk and Lando, and remembering just about everything they’ve taught her. She carries herself like a princess, and discusses Alderaanian history with Lando, bringing up some points Zekk is very certain they’ve never taught her.

Finally it comes time to teach Jaya the Alderaanian waltz.

Lando tries first, but Jaya’s too stiff and awkward, so he makes Zekk do it.

Jaya doesn’t even question it but she is comfortable with Zekk. She trusts him, somehow, and hopes that he trusts her in return.

Zekk’s stomach aches as the though flits across his mind that maybe this is Jaina, his old friend, the princess of the Alderaanian Empire. If it’s true, she will find her family, and he will be happy for her, but it also means he will never see the princess again. He is a simply a common man, they cannot be.

Jaya doesn’t understand why Zekk is suddenly not talking to her.

Then she has a nightmare. Brothers, parents, family she does not recognize, all turn to demons before her eyes and try to pull her in with them, she is pulled through the ship as she sleepwalks, unable to awaken.

(another of sidious’s ploys to tear the amidalas apart)

Zekk awakens her as she is about to throw herself into the ship’s core, banishing the demons, how he doesn’t know.

He refuses to leave her side for the rest of the night.

Jaya doesn’t mind.

They arrive at Naboo, and Lando takes them to the estate of Master Skywalker, his former lover, and sister to Queen Leia Amidala. All attempting to prove themselves the Princess Jaina must speak to him before the Queen and her mother.

Jaya’s presence is dim in the force, almost severed somehow. Luke cannot get a reading on her, but she answers all his questions with sincere honesty.

Then she is asked to relay the story of her escape from Alderaan.

Her memory is fuzzy, but it’s been returning since her lessons.

She mentions the servant boy with emerald eyes and a sad sort of smile, how he pulled her by the hand through a crowd, and then he was gone.

Zekk is astonished. He has to leave the room. He has never told anyone of this, not even Lando. He wanted to forget his life on Alderaan until Lando concocted his get-rich-quick-slash-reunite-with-his-ex-boyfriend scheme.

Luke determines to take a chance on Jaya, inviting her to the Calamari opera Padme Amidala will be attending with him that evening. He takes them on a shopping spree around Naboo for fancy new clothes.

Zekk is even more in love with her than before, though he knows he shouldn’t. Jaya can’t understand why Zekk seems so upset when they are having so much fun.

They arrive at the opera, Zekk is still debating whether or not to tell Lando. Jaya dons an elegantly simple suit, rather than a dress, and follows Lando’s style with a flashy cape, and Zekk is speechless as he guides her into the opera.

At the end, they make their way to the Amidala’s private box.

Zekk tries to introduce Jaya as the Princess Jaina, but Padme will not have it. She is tired of girls trying to claim her money and legacy and break her heart as she searches for her family.

Zekk insists, he has to get Jaina back to her family.

Padme’s guard recognizes him as one whom they heard organizing auditions for a Jaina look-alike. Padme has him thrown out. Jaya overhears.

She leaves in tears, refusing to speak to Zekk or Lando.

Lando is just about to give up when Zekk tells him the truth, and makes one more attempt to reunite the Amidalas.

An expert pilot, he steals Padme Amidala away in her cruiser before her driver can get in, and shows her the music box Jaina dropped with him on the night the planet was destroyed.

Padme agrees to meet Jaya just once, in return for the music box.

Jaya is just leaving with her meager bag when Padme intercepts her, looking the girl up and down. The girl looks remarkably similar to herself and her daughter and grandson. Then again, so did many other girls.

She notices the key hanging around Jaina’s necklace, and asks what it’s for.

Jaya doesn’t know, it’s the only thing she’s always had, her only connection to her past life.

Padme looks again at the music box. It is definitely the one she gave Jaina, but a small lock is fastened on the side. A amateur’s handiwork, but a dedicated amateur.

Curious, she asks Jaya to humor an old woman, and Jaya holds the music box she thought was Zekk’s. Her key twists inside the lock, plinking out a gentle melody.

It isn’t until she hears the old Queen’s voice singing that she realizes she is singing with the music too.

Her memories accompany the words of the lullaby, and Padme embraces her. Jaina reunites with her parents, brothers, and meets Jacen’s golden-haired fiancee within an hour.

Lando settles in with Luke again, and so Padme tries to offer the reward to Zekk, who refuses. He is simply happy to see Jaina with her family.

A ball is organized to celebrate the return of the Princess.

Jaina is fitted for a dress, to her mother’s delight, and it isn’t so bad. It feels more like a cloud than yards and yards of ridiculous fabric. Jacen himself even says he can’t find anything to tease her about.

At the ball, Jaian tries to deny that she’s looking for Zekk but her grandmother knows her too well, even after all these years.

Jaina goes to the gardens to think, away from the parties and celebrations that are far too foreign to her now.

Sidious appears and attacks. Taken by surprise, Jaina is barely able to hold him off.

Zekk tries to leave and go back to Coruscaunt, but the bad feeling in his stomach won’t go away. He runs back to the palace just in time to distract Sidious.

Jaina snatches Sidious’s reliquary, the source of his power, and smashes it on the ground.

Sidious’s body disintegrates, left without a soul, and his curse upon the Amidalas does too.

Jaina returns to her family with her childhood friend, where he is welcomed into the family with open arms, by Jacen especially.

They know too well what it is like to live without an important part of their family.

It is far better to add more family members than to reject them.

Jacen marries the Princess of the Hapan Empire, and Zekk feels a lot of pressure, but Jaina reminds him that her title is simply honorary, because Alderaan no longer exists.

And they all live happily ever after on Naboo.

The end.

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londonfog-chan · 7 years ago

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Kylo Ren x Reader: Connect/Disconnect

Part 1 (Here) Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

A/N: This is it. This is the fic that’s going to get me through 2018. I’m in pain and hurting but god dammit I’m not going down. I’m going to cling to Star Wars and Adam Driver and I’m going to be ok. This is my healing me fic. It will be ok. 2018 will be ok...

He had plans for the four of you. Four became three, and you wanted them far away from the monster he became.

...

You were students. It was wrong. He was seventeen, a year your senior. You came from nothing. There were rules for a reason. He had the unmitigated temerity to break them. You had a tendency to look the other way. Both of you were throwing away the code and risking punishment, a stupid decision considering the way of the Jedi was what the both of you had wanted in the first place.

“First, we will have a girl.” you decided finally.

Ben Solo smiles and his large, skinny hands rubbed the area just below your stomach. It’s a different place and time. He took risks then, albeit poorly calculated ones. It was the middle of the night. The other padawans and Master Luke were all asleep soundly in their huts, Ben having snuck from his abode to yours because this way you both were so far from the others. No once could hear Ben’s whimpers or your grunts of ecstasy as you two touched through the barriers of your clothes, you sitting in his lap clothed from the waist up in your tunic, legs covered in bandages from fresh lightsaber wounds while Ben’s busy hands avoided the tape and touched you intimately on the stomach like a gentleman. In the dark you both become different people. No longer students of the Jedi way, but instead two very desperate lovers who ache and feel in sync with each other. When the two of you unite, the Force within you both seems to knit together an impenetrable wall that hides well your illicit affairs. His calloused fingertips would always catch on the rough fabric of your tunic, but he didn’t mind. Not when he held in his hands a realm of possibilities. A finite bubble that with proper nurturing and care would contain a multitude of potential. If he listened closely, he could hear them calling softly in his ears. Drowning out the seed of doubt in his mind and filling him to the brim until there was no Jedi temple, there was no Ben Solo and his forbidden lover. There was only the two of you. His warm hands over your womb.

This was stupid... This was too sudden.

“I want a boy.” He murmured into your hair after deep consideration, and you relished the whoosh of air in your ear as he breathed in the smell of your locks. Pouting lips captured the shell of your ear with a chaste kiss, while your hands lay on his and busied themselves stroking the soft skin.

“But first a girl Ben.” you insisted, laughing softly when his tongue penetrated your ear canal in play. “I want our son to have a sister who will take care of him, show him how to be gentle. I’ve always wanted a beautiful little girl with your raven hair.”

“And your bright eyes.” he sighed.

“Yes. I will allow that.” you chuckled. “But I hope both grow to look like you.”

Ben held you possessively, and you loved every minute of it. Loved the way his hands cradled your lower abdomen as though it was already swollen with child. There was something about it that filled a void in both of your hearts. It fulfilled some missing element in the relationship even though you had each other. Like ravenous young lovers, you allowed the young padawan’s essence to permeate every pore of your being when he reached out to you, his head resting against yours. You explored each other’s feelings and minds, the Force acting as curious fingers which probed and prodded the very cores of your being more intimately than anything you could have ever known. He knew every secret carried in your heart, every fault and flaw, and at the time you knew his. Once, unpleasantly, you had caught a taste of the doubt and of the dark, only to chase it away with your own strong light. Unfortunately, your own worries penetrated his mind strongly.

“You needn’t be scared of carrying two children.” Ben whispered, sensing your fears at the thought of even carrying one baby. “I’ll be there to look after you and tend you.”

“Mostly I fear the pain.” You replied honestly. “More-so than the punishment of getting caught, and having to take the brunt of the absolute mayhem of not only Leia Organa, but of Master Luke as well.”

“We can handle that.” Ben insisted. “We’ll run away. Maybe if I tell my father, he’ll be able to come back and help. I think he would understand how I feel about you. If there's anyone that would be willing to take the risks we want it's him.”

“I know.” your fingers laced with his as he continued to rest his hands against your stomach. “But that does not solve the issue of the birth pain I’ll have to endure... Women have died because of it you know.”

“I’ll be there for you.” he reassures you with gentle nosing as you shiver. His hands begin to rub your abdomen. Beginning at the bottom where he cradled your womb and ending just below your breast, until the entire process is reversed and repeated.

“I’ll be right there when the time comes.” Ben assured. His voice is so soft and soothing, you could stay like this forever.

“Maybe... Maybe something can be done for the pain. There certainly must be a way that I can take some of it away if we make a connection. I would bear every burden for you if it meant sparing you the agony of bringing our children into the world.”

“You take such good care of me Ben Solo.” you whisper.

In his own way, he begs for his lips to be paid attention to. You give him offerings of your own, your lips chapped and rough from the intense physical effort of neglecting beauty in favor of training to catch up with the others. Ben frowns, his tongue darting from his parted lips to lap at your own, coating them in his saliva and softening the dead skin. You sigh contentedly, pulling yourself up onto his lap where you writhe against him skillfully. He’s wary of your new wounds, avoiding a grip on your hips and instead keeping his hands on your stomach as you grind against his parts. He doesn’t like how Master Luke treats you and the three other girls, even if the Knight is his blood relation. The sexist notion that female jedi must undergo far tougher physical conditioning to catch up to the level of the boys sickens him. There’s one in his year, Pavel, that could barely handle the lightsaber properly. You and another young lady called Heela always lead lightsaber practices under Luke’s eagle eye. But often times it’s just Heela, because your recklessness with a lightsaber often causes more burns than Ben Solo would like to admit. But it’s not that you’re clumsy. Far from it in fact, Ben feels as though you and the blade become lost in one another so thoroughly, you often forget it is a separate entity. Your skills are fairly good, the green blade slices to ribbons anything that Master Luke sets before you and only falls when Ben Solo focuses everything he has into your defeat during training. It becomes an extension of your arm, so natural and fluid with a particular grace that Ben can not get enough of when he watches you. He supposed that’s why you would try and sheathe it while still activated. Tomorrow, Master Luke promised, he would find a solution for your habits.

Yet it might not even be possible for you to get up and walk to the temple tomorrow. The way Ben holds you, whispering in your ear his plans for the children and the home life the four of you will make together on some undisclosed planet made you uncertain. Often times in meditation you would catch these negative thoughts. Instead of connecting with all life in the universe, you found yourself deep in thought regarding if this training was really for you. You wanted to be strong and protect the ones you loved from the darkness, and Ben had expectations riding on his success as a new Jedi Knight. Then there was the life you planned to live together, for life was not worth living if one could not have the other. There were so many things twisting you both apart. He felt the seed of your doubt in his own heart, and reached out with a silent insistence that everything will be fine.

"It won't be easy..." you said.

“They’ll be very angry at first,” he said logically, “In time, they’ll understand how we feel. It will take a great deal of reasoning with them if they find us. For now, we simply have to keep up this facade until I can get hold of my father to smuggle us away.”

“So we can’t be together in the interim?” you ask, voice too soft for him to notice the break in it. But inside his mind he feels your hurt pierce him like a dagger.

“Oh my sun, my moon, my stars.” he gushes your praises like an old poet with each pet name punctuated with a feverish kiss, far too much of an old romantic not to make you laugh. “Of course we can be together. I would never leave your side.”

“Never?”

“Never...”

Your thoughts return to your own mind. Ben jumps a bit from the sudden disconnection, and even though you’re near to each other the separation in consciousness makes him stir crazy. An anxiety takes over his mind whenever he is not completely melded with you, as though he is missing some crucial part of himself. He feels vulnerable, afraid that if you close off from him too long, some unseen force, his own doubts and darkness, might take root in the place you’ve left behind.

“Jaina.”

It sounded like a belch at first. A hitch in your breath. He wondered what you were talking about, until you entwined your fingers with his and returned them to your stomach from Ben’s resting place on your lap.

“Her name will be Jaina Solo, and she will be the spitting image of her father.” you smile.

Ben Solo understood then.

“And he will be Jacen Solo, and he will be every bit as charming and sensitive as his mother.” he agreed. Instantaneously your Force connection was restored, driving away the seeds of doubt and keeping them at bay for a little while at least.

“I think we should try soon.” he whispered into your ear. A warm, jolting shiver descended down your spine as Ben became brave. He told you how and when you both with try, because he’s been waiting for this moment since the two of you became infatuated with school time crushes. He whispers sultry things in his deep voice, having dropped a few octaves since you’ve known him in the earliest days of training. Very much so you still were in the honeymoon stage of the relationship. Yet because Ben was such a smooth, even talker, and because his hands and body were so deliciously lanky and so completely yours, you felt the honeymoon would never end.

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@slayshutts » continued

" A BOY, HUH ??? “ there wasn’t much that could catch her scoundrel off guard, having been orphaned && on the streets since his youth, solo was practically desensitised to most —— but this however, hearing about the sex of their UNBORN CHILD cause hazel eyes to widen && for him to practically gape down at his wife. calloused hand rests on the back of her pretty head as his other hand now rubs her SWELLING belly. “ y-you dream of him ??? our boy ??? “ he gazes into those warm brown eyes with awe, as he always does when he learns more about their baby ;; who knew that what would bring the unpredictable captain happiness, what would HEAL the aching hole in his heart which has formed since childhood ( hole in which he had spent years pretending didn’t exist —— until her, until his leia ) was the love for this tiny FIERCE princess, was the new family they would build together after fate had SO CRUELLY orphaned the two of them. “ part of me has always wanted a little SCOUNDREL of m’own, y’know ??? though i ‘dunno if poor chewwie can handle one of of us —— but i’d love for a daughter too, a little girl AS BEAUTIFUL && FEISTY AS HER MOTHER. “

large hands now move to gently grab onto her slim waist, leading the princess to sit upon his lap rather than beside him && leans forwards to press a kiss on his shoulder, smiling against her skin. “ jaina ??? as in my mother’s name ??? “ had solo not spent years teaching himself to bottle up all emotions, never to cry —— he’d have TEARED UP right then && there. still he manged a smile, different from his usual TESTING smirk, instead gives her a smile softer && more loving, reserved for his other half.

“ —— both names... they’re perfect, princess, YOU’RE PERFECT. “

#❝ ;; / he loves her like he can never grab enough of her between his fingers » slayshutts #❝ ;; / i am a riot destructing your borders && shackles » ic posts #❝ ;; / an unexpected journey » private verse

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Kylux fic- "Something Special: Part Two"

Pairing: General Hux/Kylo Ren, Hux/Ben Solo. Background Finn/Poe. OMC/OMC

Summary: Sequel to “Something More” and “Something Worthy”, and a continuation of “Something Special: Part One”. Sixteen years after defecting from the First Order, Hux and Ben live happily at the Resistance base with their three children. Their oldest son, Anakin, dreams of being a pilot but his overprotective parents fear that Snoke will find him and tempt him to the dark side. As Anakin grows more arrogant and distant, Snoke plans his revenge…

Warnings: Mpreg- I don’t really go into the science here; this is set in a universe where men can get pregnant and this is the norm. Carriers are referred to as the “mother”, regardless of gender.

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When Anakin opens his eyes, he can still hear that voice.

I have come for you now.

As he sits up slowly, he’s relieved to see that he hasn’t injured himself, although his head is still thick with dizziness. He feels a slight chill run down his spine, something that makes him uneasy. What he’s most concerned about though is the silence.

No screaming. No blaster fire. No distant sound of hurried talking or laughter or life. Nothing.

Anakin pulls himself to his feet with a distinct amount of effort and takes his lightsaber in his hand, ready to use. He stumbles from the training room, shaky on his legs, heart pounding and blood roaring in his ears. The corridors are silent. Deep in his mind though, Anakin senses that something is not right. He tries to reach out to his mother through the Force, but he is too weak.

“You there!”

Anakin turns to find two stormtroopers marching towards him briskly, blasters poised to fire. “You there! Halt!”

He fumbles with his lightsaber, managing to deflect the blaster fire that is directed at him. He attempts to disarm the stormtroopers with the Force, but he panics and can’t focus; he tries to think back to his training but it’s too much-

“Drop your weapon,” a smooth metallic voice says calmly behind him as he feels the press of a blaster against his back. He’s surprised to hear that the voice is female.

Anakin obeys, dropping his lightsaber to the floor. He is ashamed to admit defeat so soon but his mind is still hazy and disorientated.

“Return to your posts,” the female voice commands. “I will deal with the boy.”

The stormtroopers salute before marching back in the direction they’d came. Anakin swallows, trying to calm himself, to focus on the Force. But everything he’s ever been taught has gone from his mind, hidden in a place where he can’t access it. He turns to face the stormtrooper behind him.

She cocks her head to one side. “You look like your father.” She lowers her blaster. “Except the nose. You clearly got that from your mother.”

Anakin hesitates. “You’re from the First Order.”

“Astute observation,” the stormtrooper says dryly. “Pick up your weapon and follow me.”

Anakin fumbles for his lightsaber on the floor quickly, surprised. “Why should I follow you?” he asks as he ignites it. “Where is everyone?”

“We don’t have much time,” the stormtrooper says quickly. “The First Order has occupied this base. Your Resistance fighter friends have been captured and are being held in one of the hangers, awaiting execution.”

Anakin feels his heart sink, holding his lightsaber up ready to strike. “And my parents?”

“Alive, for now. I’m going to take you to them, but you’ll have to put your weapon away. Have it on you but keep it out of sight.”

Anakin frowns, lowering his lightsaber hesitantly. “You’re letting me keep my weapon?”

“Do you want to save your parents or not?” the stormtrooper asks, agitation in her voice. “I’ve been ordered to bring you to Supreme Leader Snoke. If you want to have a fighting chance then just do as I say.”

“Why are you helping me?” Anakin does as he’s told, returning his lightsaber to his hip and hiding it beneath his tunic.

The stormtrooper looks at him a moment, expression unreadable beneath her helmet. “Your parents and I worked very closely together, long ago. Your father was the closest thing I had to a friend.” She raises her blaster and points it at him. “Now walk, and do exactly as I say.”

He allows her to guide him through the corridors, his nervousness increasing as he realises he’s being led towards the command centre. His thinks of what the stormtrooper had told him. I’ve been ordered to bring you to Supreme Leader Snoke. He’s here.

Anakin imagines his friends, terrified in the hanger, awaiting death. He thinks of Thayer and his heart aches. He prays that his parents are unharmed and is thankful that Han and Jaina are far away from here.

When they make it to the command centre, his sense of unease grows even stronger. Anakin hesitates at the blast door, sensing that something terrible is waiting for him behind it, but also knowing that it is something he needs to face.

They don’t have to open the door; it opens for them.

“Ah, Anakin. So good of you to join us.”

The voice is cold. The eyes are colder.

The man who stands before him is terrifying in every way imaginable. Anakin isn’t entirely sure if it is a man; he is taller than any man Anakin has seen, and the bone structure of his face is nothing like any species Anakin is familiar with. He knows who this is though.

It is then that he notices his parents on their knees at Snoke’s feet, terrified eyes fixed on Anakin. He’s never seen them looking so scared. Hux has a stream of blood trickling down the side of his face and he looks tired, as if he’s been awake for several days. Ben looks relatively unharmed but there are tears in his eyes.

“Thank you, Captain Phasma,” Snoke says with a dismissive wave. “Leave the boy with me. Return to your post.”

The weight of the blaster disappears from Anakin’s back as the stormtrooper gives a small bow before turning on her heel and leaving.

Those eyes observe Anakin with curiosity, raking over him from head to toe. He feels as if those eyes can see into his very soul, right into his heart.

“I've been eager to meet you for a very long time,” Snoke eventually says, sounding pleased.

Ben chokes out a sob from his place on the floor, which tugs at Anakin’s heart. He wants to do something, to comfort his mother, to protect him-

Anakin feels a mixture of fear and anger as he reaches for his lightsaber and activates it, only for it to fly from his hands to the other side of the room. He finds himself frozen in place, not by terror, but by invisible hands keeping him from moving.

Snoke’s lips curl upwards as he turns to Hux. “He looks just like you.”

“Don’t fucking touch him!” Hux snarls, face contorted in rage. Like Anakin, he seems to be held in place, fighting against his invisible restraints.

Snoke chuckles, turning back to Anakin. “Forgive us. We were just catching up. I haven’t seen your parents in quite some time.” He takes a step closer to Anakin. “Tell me, child. Did they ever speak of me?”

“I know who you are,” Anakin spits, trying not to show his fear. “I know what you did to them. How you manipulated them.”

“Manipulated them?” Snoke’s voice is soft, menacing. “My, my. How very…ungrateful.” He circles Anakin’s parents slowly, observing them as though they are nothing but insects, tiny and helpless. “I only ever gave them things they wanted.”

Snoke stops in front of Hux, holds out one hand and flexes his fingers slightly. Hux lets out a guttural cry and his body shakes slightly, as if it longs to writhe but is prevented from doing so by the invisible restraints. Anakin can do nothing but watch with horrified eyes as his father is tortured in front of him.

After what feels like forever, Snoke lowers his hand and Hux falls forward, coughing and struggling for breath.

“Your father,” Snoke continues, “dreamed of ruling the galaxy. He wanted to crush the Republic and all your Resistance friends. I gave him a positon of power to do so. Did you know he slaughtered billions?”

“You bastard,” Hux rasps, still gasping for breath. “You fucking-”

Hux writhes on the floor this time, his scream almost inhuman. When he stops, Anakin can hear his mother shouting.

“-it was all my idea!” Ben is screaming, tears streaming down his face. “I used the Force to control his mind and make him run away with me! He didn’t know what he was doing! They’re both innocent; punish me instead!”

Snoke pauses and looks at Ben with an expressionless face. “You didn’t need the Force to do that. You seduced him with more than your mind, and he went with you willingly.”

Those cold eyes find Anakin again. “I saved your mother, Anakin. I saved him from a life of loneliness and neglect from your careless grandparents. I taught him everything he knows. He took great pleasure in wiping out the Jedi. Children, Anakin. Children even younger than you.”

Anakin’s eyes are stinging with tears. His parents told him all of this when he was old enough to train, but hearing it come from Snoke is so much worse.

“I looked after him, Anakin,” Snoke continues. “I took him in when no one else wanted him. All this, I did for your parents.” His eyes fixate on Hux and Ben. “I introduced them. And how did they repay me?” He reaches out one gnarled hand to caress Ben’s hair with mock affection. "With betrayal.“

Anakin wishes he still had his lightsaber so he could cut off the hand touching his mother.

"I sense your anger, Anakin,” Snoke’s eyes are still focussed on Ben as he addresses Anakin. “I sense your frustration. You are more powerful than you could ever realise and your parents are holding you back. I can train you. I can help you to use the Force in ways you can’t possibly imagine.”

Anakin feels the rage boil up inside of him. “I don’t want anything from you!”

Snoke tuts. “I don’t think you understand what is at stake here, my child. Come with me. Let me show you your incredible potential. And in return, your parents will remain unharmed.”

“Don’t listen to him, Anakin!” Hux shouts desperately. “He’ll kill everyone here! He just wants you for your power-” He lets out a pained cry as he writhes on the floor again.

Anakin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. There is a small part of him that urges him to consider Snoke’s offer. Perhaps Snoke really will let his parents go. Perhaps Snoke will teach him all the things his parents never could, perhaps he will give Anakin the responsibility that he’s never been allowed.

Anakin open his eyes and takes in the sight of his parents, looking smaller and more afraid than he’s ever seen them. His father, who taught him how to fly, who read him bedtime stories, who impressed upon him the importance of integrity and respect. His mother, who helped him to build his first lightsaber, who showed him the ways of the Force, who kissed his forehead and stroked his hair when he had nightmares…

Anakin looks Snoke in the eyes. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

Snoke’s expression is unreadable, but he gives a gentle nod. “So be it.” He pauses a moment, his cruel eyes fixing on Hux. “Armitage Hux, you are hereby sentenced to death for high treason and conspiracy against the First Order-”

“No!” Anakin screams, struggling against the invisible hand holding him in place.

“-your execution will take place publicly tonight by firing squad, in front of all the Resistance.” Snoke turns to Ben. “As for you, Kylo Ren. As your son is unwilling to join me, I will have to take a different strategy. I have learned now that I have left it too late in the past to acquire an apprentice. It seems I must train one from birth if I am to instill true allegiance to the dark side and extinguish the light. You will return to the Finalizer, where you will be bred by the remaining loyal Knights of Ren to give me a worthy apprentice.”

“I’ll kill you!” Hux screams, face red and eyes bloodshot. “I’ll fucking kill you, Snoke!”

Blue lightening shoots from Snoke’s fingertips, engulfing Hux and silencing him as his body convulses.

“Take him away,” Snoke says softly.

Two stormtroopers enter, taking Hux by the arms and dragging him from the room. Anakin watches helplessly as his father disappears from sight, desperately wishing there was something he could do.

Ben looks defiantly at Snoke. “What will happen to my son?”

“He will die with your Resistance friends. He has made a foolish choice, much like you.”

Another two stormtroopers enter the room, saluting Snoke before coming to a halt.

“I’ll come willingly,” Ben says, “if you let him go.”

Snoke laughs cruelly. “You have no choice in the matter, Kylo Ren.”

The defiance returns to Ben’s eyes. “My name is not Kylo Ren. It’s Ben Hux.”

Snoke gives a wave of one hand and Ben loses consciousness, falling into the arms of one of the stormtroopers, who places one arm under his knees to lift him and starts to carry him away.

“Mom!” Anakin screams, heart pounding and tears streaming down his face. “I love you! Mom!” He knows how childish he must sound, but he doesn’t care,

Ben doesn’t react though, and Anakin feels the hopelessness overwhelm as he watches his mother being carried away.

“A pity,” Snoke says softly. “He was just thinking about how much you must hate him."

Anakin starts to sob now, not caring how weak he must look.

"Take him away,” Snoke says to the remaining stormtrooper. “Leave him with the others.”

Anakin’s whole body feels numb as the stormtrooper takes hold of his arm, Snoke’s words still echoing in his head.

He was just thinking about how much you must hate him.

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Anakin can’t even bring himself to feel relieved when he is taken to one of the hangers where the rest of the Resistance is being held captive.

Dozens of stormtroopers guard the doors and it makes Anakin feel even more hopeless as he’s shoved inside. A quick glance reveals that pretty much everyone he knows has been captured. He wonders if they are aware of Snoke’s plan to execute them all. Nobody appears to be particularly distressed though; people huddle in corners and sit in circles on the floor, talking quietly.

“Ani!”

Anakin brightens a little when he hears a familiar voice, and smiles when he feels Thayer dive into his arms.

“Oh Ani, I thought you were dead!” Thayer babbles, gripping Anakin tightly. “I thought they’d killed you. I’m so glad to see you.”

Anakin hugs Thayer back, trying to ignore his pounding heart. “It’s good to see you too, Thay. I’m glad you’re safe.”

Thayer smiles and turns to gesture to Finn and Poe, who are just making their way over. “Mom! Dad! Ani’s here!”

“Boy are we glad to see you,” Poe says with a smile. He has a black eye and he’s bleeding from a cut on his temple. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

Anakin swallows. “No…I’m fine.”

“Where are Han and Jaina, buddy?” Finn asks worriedly.

“In the Dagobah system,” Anakin sniffs, feeling hot and embarrassed and overwhelmed. “With Luke and Rey.”

“Oh good, there’s no safer place to be right now,” Finn says with a reassuring smile.

Thayer takes one of Anakin’s hands in his own. “What about your parents, Ani?” he asks softly. “Have you seen them?”

Anakin can’t help but let out a choked sob. He hates himself for crying in front of Thayer and the General, but all he can think of is his parents on their knees in front of Snoke. Every time he closes his eyes he sees his father being dragged from the room, his unconscious mother being carried away to a fate worse than death…

“Hey kid,” Poe says gently, pulling Anakin in for a hug. “It’s okay. It’s okay buddy.”

“Snoke’s gonna kill my dad,” Anakin says in a trembling voice, muffled slightly against Poe’s jacket. “Tonight, in front of everybody.” Poe rubs his back soothingly. “And…he’s gonna take my mom away and let his knights…” Anakin can’t bring himself to say it.

“Listen to me, Ani,” Poe says firmly, looking Anakin in the eyes. “That’s not gonna happen, okay? I’m not gonna let it happen.”

“What are we gonna do?” Anakin asks, tears flowing freely. “How are we gonna get out of here? Snoke’s too powerful; we’ll never be able to stop him.”

“We’ll think of something.” Poe’s eyes are kind and determined, but Anakin knows there’s nothing he can do.

They huddle in a corner with some of the other Resistance pilots, but Anakin doesn’t pay much attention to the hushed whispers as they try to formulate an escape plan. His entire body feels numb. He would do anything to be held in his mother’s arms right now, to see his father’s warm smile.

He rests his head in Thayer’s lap and lets the younger boy card his fingers through his hair. Anakin has never felt more tired in his life and the agonising knot of worry in his stomach makes him feel sick. They lay there like that for what seems like hours. Anakin loses track of the time, and despite his anxiety he finds himself slipping into a tortured sleep, with images of his parents’ terrified faces haunting his mind.

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When Anakin finds himself drifting back to consciousness, he temporarily forgets where he is. He expects to wake up in his room to find Han jumping on his bunk, or to hear his mom calling everyone to dinner.

Then he remembers.

He blinks a few times, and is suddenly aware that Thayer is gripping his shoulder tightly. There’s blaster fire coming from outside the doors and everyone in the hanger is silent, listening to the commotion outside.

“What’s going on?” Anakin whispers, sitting up.

“I don’t know,” Thayer whispers back. “Something’s happening.”

Poe and some of the other pilots are crouched near the door, listening intently and creating a barrier in front of everyone else. It sounds as though there’s a fight going on outside, and for a moment Anakin wonders if maybe his parents have escaped and have come to rescue them all. He knows it’s optimistic but he can’t help but hope.

When the blaster fire ceases and no more shouts can be heard, everyone waits with bated breath. Anakin clutches Thayer’s hand as the blaster door opens and Poe and the other pilots brace themselves for a potential attack.

That moment never comes though, as the glow of a blue lightsaber temporarily brightens the room until it is deactivated.

“Uncle Luke!” Anakin cries, relief flooding through him.

Luke Skywalker gives a kind smile as the room erupts in cheers, limping slightly as he enters, followed by Rey, Jaina and Han, each with their own lightsabers still activated. Chewie follows soon after, carrying what looks like a large stolen blaster.

“Anakin!” Jaina and Han rush over to pull their older brother into a crushing hug as the rest of the Resistance begin scurrying around looking for weapons.

“Boy am I glad to see you guys,” Anakin says, trying not to sob. He is so overwhelmed by seeing some familiar friendly faces that he can’t help a few tears from escaping. “How did you find us? How did you know we were in trouble?”

“Luke sensed it through the Force,” Jaina says, eyes shining. “He knew something bad had happened and that you needed our help. He said…he said Snoke is here.”

“Snoke is here. I saw him.”

“You saw him?” Han asks in disbelief. “Where is he now? And where’s mom and dad?”

Anakin swallows, feeling the relief of being reunited with his siblings wash out of him. “I don’t know. Snoke has them. Dad was taken away- they were gonna execute him, here in front of everyone. And mom was gonna be taken back to the Finalizer.” He sniffs. “I couldn’t stop him. I was too weak.”

“Anakin,” Luke says softly. His eyes are warm and knowing in a way that only Luke Skywalker can be. “You were so brave. Snoke is a powerful opponent even for a fully trained Jedi.” He rests one hand on Anakin’s shoulder. “We’ll get them back, I promise.”

There’s something about the way that Luke says things that always makes Anakin believe him. He’s always viewed his Great Uncle as the mythical figure that legend has always made him out to be- someone almost superhuman, almost too good to be true. Luke has a way of inspiring courage in people even when they’re up against the odds, a gift that Anakin has always appreciated.

Luke gives him a smile and clears his throat to address the whole room. “Alright everyone, here’s the plan. Rey and I will search for Snoke, giving you all a chance to search and secure the base. Make sure you stay in groups at all times Finn- you take Han and Jaina and rescue Commander Hux; I think you’ll find he’s being held in one of the cells in sector four. General Dameron- you take Anakin and Chewie and go get Ben.”

The steady thrum of noise fills the room again as people quickly disperse to carry out their tasks.

“He’s in your grandmother’s old quarters,” Luke says quietly to Anakin. “Be careful. Stay with General Dameron and Chewie.”

“I will,” Anakin promises. He gives Luke a hug, filled with a renewed sense of hope. “May the Force be with you.”

Anakin says a quick goodbye to his siblings and to Rey. He knows that Han and Jaina will be safe with Finn, but he can’t help but wonder how well Rey and Luke will fare against Snoke. Both are powerful Jedi, but Luke’s lightsaber skills aren’t as slick as they once were (even though he argues that he was trained by a 900 year old Master who could put most Jedi to shame).

“Be safe, Ani,” Thayer says gently, pressing a quick kiss to Anakin’s cheek.

Anakin flushes and tries to ignore the amused look on Poe’s face.

*********

Getting to his grandmother’s old quarters turns out to be easier than Anakin was expecting.

They encounter a few stormtroopers along the way, who are easily dealt with, and when they arrive at Leia Organa’s former quarters there are only two stormtroopers standing guard. After Chewie has thrown them in the air and banged their heads together several times, Anakin rushes through the door as soon as Poe has entered the access code.

Relief flood through him as he spots Ben right away lying on the couch, still unconscious.

“Mom!” Anakin drops to his knees beside the couch, taking Ben’s hand in his own and squeezing. “Mom! Wake up!”

Ben doesn’t move. Whatever spell Snoke had cast on him must have been powerful; Anakin shakes his mother’s shoulders but receives no response.

“Ben?” Poe kneels beside Anakin and checks Ben’s pulse and breathing. “Ben, buddy, wake up. It’s Poe, you’re safe.”

Anakin closes his eyes and tries to reach out to Ben with the Force. The presence of his mother’s mind is faint, but it’s there. Anakin takes slow breaths, just like Luke had always taught him, and gently brushes Ben’s mind with images and memories- their family picnics by the lake, Han building his first lightsaber, Hux nearly burning down their quarters trying to make them all dinner one night, the whole family bundled under blankets watching holovids together-

Ben’s eyes flutter open, fixing on Anakin’s face but still unfocussed.

“Armitage?” Ben whispers uncertainly, voice filled with confusion.

“No, mom,” Anakin laughs with relief, so happy to hear his mother’s voice again. “It’s me, Anakin.”

“Oh, Ani.” The confusion disappears from Ben’s face as he reaches up to stroke Anakin’s cheek. “You look so much like your father, for a moment I thought…I thought I was somewhere else, a long time ago. Where is he?”

“We’ll see him soon,” Anakin promises as Poe and Chewie help Ben to sit up.

“Are you alright?” Ben asks, taking in his surroundings. “Did Snoke hurt you?”

“I’m fine, mom. Everyone’s fine. C'mon, we’ve gotta get you out of here.”

Ben manages to stand himself but Poe wraps one arm around his waist to steady him. Anakin has never seen Ben so weak, and certainly never so terrified.

“We have to leave,” Ben babbles as they make for the door. “We have to get away from him. He’ll take Anakin away.”

“I’m right here, mom,” Anakin says quickly, taking Ben’s hand in his own. “I’m not going anywhere.” He reaches out to Ben reassuringly through the Force. I love you. I’m with you.

**********

They find Han, Jaina and Finn in the mess, huddled around one of the tables. It appears that they’ve managed to retrieve Hux, but Anakin’s breath catches in his throat when he sees the state his father is in. Hux is lying limply on the table, his clothes soaked in blood.

“He’s been beaten,” Han says in a shaky voice, stroking his father’s greying hair. “It looks like some of his ribs are broken. They might have punctured a lung or something.”

Anakin takes in the sight of his father, broken and bloodied, and feels that familiar rage boiling inside of him. He wishes he could have impaled the stormtroopers who did this on his lightsaber, torn their limbs from their bodies and beheaded them-

No. That’s how Snoke would like him to think. Anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering…

“Hux,” Ben says, voice thick as tears spill down his cheeks. “Armie. It’s me.” He grasps one of his husband’s hands tightly his own.

Hux’s eyes fix on Ben’s face, his lips curling slightly as he struggles to breathe. “Beloved.”

Ben chokes out a sob and lays a shaking hand against Hux’s cheek. “I’m here.”

“I-” Hux coughs violently, his eyes now unfocussed. “I was a General once,” he wheezes in a faraway voice. “I had my own ship.” Another violent cough.

“Don’t speak, dad,” Jaina urges, “you need to rest.”

“Ran away with one of the Knights of Ren,” he continues, eyelids fluttering. “He was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.” His eyes find Ben’s face again. “You look just like him.”

“Shh,” Ben soothes, kissing his husband’s forehead. “Rest."

Anakin reaches out to his father with the Force, pouring his love into Hux’s mind- feeding him with the same happy images he’d sent to his mother. He can feel Ben, Han and Jaina doing the same and can only hope that Hux is finding some comfort in this.

The warmth he can feel through the Force slowly drains away though and is replaced with something much colder.

"How very touching.”

Anakin feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as he turns to find Snoke standing before them, observing them as though they’re animals in a cage.

Poe and Chewie both aim their blasters, only to have them torn from their hands and flung across the room by invisible fingers.

“He’s dying,” Snoke says softly, ignoring the attack and fixing his eyes on Hux. “You all feel it.” Those cold eyes shift to Anakin, looking right into his soul. “You can still save him, Anakin. The dark side is the only way to defeat death.”

Anakin stands protectively in front of his family. “I won’t join you.” He hopes his voice doesn’t betray how afraid he is.

“Then this is the end for him,” Snoke says, almost sadly, as he steps closer. “I suppose he was as poor a father as he was a General."

"You’re wrong!” Han cries, the tremor in his voice evident.

Snoke chuckles, low and cruel. “I could tell you some stories about your father and his incompetence, boy. About how his failures resulted in the destruction of the greatest weapon the galaxy has ever seen. Or how he used my apprentice as his own personal whore.”

Anakin grits his teeth, wishing he still had his lightsaber on him.

“Or,” Snoke continues, so close now that Anakin can almost feel his breath, “how he abandoned his ship and ran like a coward, taking my apprentice with him. He was weak and gave up everything he’d worked for just for the first pretty thing that walked aboard his ship.”

Snoke turned to focus on Ben. “And you, my apprentice. Weak for a man who is the epitome of weakness. A man you only followed because he’s the only one who’s ever wanted you.”

Ben lets out a guttural cry and summons Han’s lightsaber with one hand, igniting it and lunging at Snoke.

Anakin watches with terrified eyes as Snoke activates his own lightsaber and a frantic duel ensues. Poe and Finn fumble for the blasters that were thrown across the room, but any shots they fire are stopped mid-air before they even reach Snoke.

“Ani!” Jaina cries, as she and Chewie try to manoeuvre Hux out of harm’s way. “Help him!” She throws him her lightsaber, which Anakin catches with ease before igniting.

Snoke is skilled with a lightsaber and Anakin finds it difficult to keep up as he joins the fight; it takes every ounce of his concentration to block Snoke’s blows and avoid impalement. Were Ben not fighting beside him, he is sure he would already be dead. The years they’ve spent training together are clearly serving them well; they move gracefully together, each taking some of the strain off the other as Snoke strikes at them mercilessly.

Anakin feels an unwelcome presence in his mind; it’s definitely not his mother and he panics as he tries to remember how to block mind probes like this. It’s cold and terrifying and he finds his concentration waning as icy fingers search through his memories.

Give up, boy. You are just as weak as your parents.

Anakin grits his teeth and tries to push the presence out like he did with his mom, but it’s no use.

They were both destined for greatness, had it not been for you.

He blinks back tears and blocks another blow as Ben gives out a cry when Snoke’s lightsaber grazes his arm.

I could have done so much if you hadn’t been born. The voice in Anakin’s mind is Ben’s now, except that it isn’t. The presence in his mind is still cold and cruel.

I was a General once. Hux’s voice now, but again far colder than the real Hux. I had my own ship.

Anakin feels himself weakening but soldiers on, muscles aching and head pounding. He can feel Ben starting to tire beside him too, but Snoke seems to be maintaining the same level of energy.

You are such a disappointment, Snoke whispers in his mind using Ben’s voice. And now I’m going to die because of you.

Such a disappointment, Hux’s voice repeats. All I wanted was a whore to warm my bed, and now I’m stuck with you.

Anakin tries to push Snoke from his mind, sweat dripping down his forehead, but all he hears is a cackle echoing in his ears. He wants to cry with frustration and collapse with exhaustion but most importantly he just wants to protect his family and keep them away from this evil creature.

Snoke fills his mind with an image now-

Anakin’s parents in a passionate embrace. His father, young and handsome in his General’s uniform, and his mother, still Kylo Ren but hopelessly beautiful. “The child will only get in our way,” Hux tells Kylo, stroking the curve of his stomach. “He’ll ruin everything for us. How could we have been so careless.”

Anakin cries out at the indignity of this manufactured memory; he knows how happy his parents were to have him, he knows in his heart how much they love him, how proud they are of him, how glad they were to escape that life and have a family, he knows all this, so he pushes and pushes and pushes and-

He feels Snoke’s presence being expelled from his mind with such force that he staggers back a little, and even Snoke has a look of bewilderment on his face, not quite comprehending what just happened-

- and the momentary distraction provides just enough time for Ben to plunge his lightsaber straight through Snoke’s heart.

The creature falls to his knees, cold eyes wide with surprise and fixed on his former apprentice, before his lifeless body hits the ground with a heavy thud.

Ben is white and shaking, disbelief on his face as he stares at the corpse of his former master. After a moment he seems to remember that Anakin is still there, and lets out a wild sob as he pulls his son into a hug. Anakin can feel that something has changed through their bond; it’s as if Ben feels lighter somehow, as though a great burden has been lifted from him. After over thirty years of being haunted, he is finally free.

Anakin squeezes Ben’s shaking frame. They are all free now.

**********

The mood at the base is strange over the next few days; people are in high-spirits following Snoke’s defeat, but no official celebrations have taken place given the number of people still recovering from injuries. It’s almost a little anti-climatic, but Anakin is just relieved that his family are safe now.

Luke, although now conscious, is still confined to the med-bay having been brutally tortured by Snoke. Rey won’t say what happened during their encounter with him, but it is clear that she has been affected by the experience too, her brown eyes sadder than usual as she sits by Luke’s bedside and holds his hand. It’s the first time Anakin has thought of Luke as anything other than invincible.

Hux is also still confined to the med-bay, and had it not been for Jaina’s quick thinking and basic medical knowledge, they might have lost him. Anakin tries not to think about that; it is difficult for him to imagine a life where he doesn’t have his dad to fly with, or help him with his homework, or reprimand him for not cleaning his boots properly.

Ben stays by Hux’s side throughout his recovery, refusing to leave. The medical officers attempt to get him to go back to his quarters one evening to get some rest, and Anakin has to stop himself from laughing when they receive a glare so violent they quickly scamper away.

“So stubborn,” Hux laughs weakly, his voice still scratchy and dry. “I still pity anyone who gets on the wrong side of your temper, beloved.”

Anakin visits his father with his siblings every day. Jaina tells Hux all about the latest history book she has been reading and Han talks about the droid he is helping Finn to repair. Anakin doesn’t say much, preferring to sit quietly with his mother and listen to the gentle banter of his family. Hux is looking healthier now; the colour is returning to his cheeks and he certainly doesn’t look as exhausted, and he carries out conversations with the intelligence and wit they are all used to.

One evening, when Han and Jaina head back to their quarters, Anakin opts to stay behind a little longer with his parents.

“I owe you an apology,” Anakin says quietly, addressing both of them. “For being so disrespectful to you, before. Especially you, mom.” He looks at Ben, giving a weak smile. “I said such awful things to you and I didn’t mean them. I know you were only trying to protect me.”

Ben smiles back and strokes his son’s hair. “It’s alright, Ani. I’m so proud of you. You were incredibly brave and I wouldn’t have had the courage to take on Snoke if I didn’t have you there beside me.”

Anakin feels pride swell in his chest. “I’ve had a good teacher. You were so awesome. Grandma would have been proud. Grandpa too.”

Ben’s eyes glisten with tears and his smile is blinding. Anakin never met his grandfather, but he knows that Ben has spent every day of the last sixteen years regretting what he did at Starkiller Base, and were Han Solo here now, he would be extremely proud.

“Anakin,” Hux says softly, looking smaller and more tired than he’s looked in some time, “I can only imagine what you must think of us, after what Snoke said-”

“I don’t care what he said,” Anakin cuts in. “I know what you did when you worked for him, and I know you’ve spent the last sixteen years hating yourselves for it. But you were brave enough to leave that life and you’ve worked so hard to try and make things right. You’re my parents and I love you.”

Hux’s face softens. “We were only brave enough to leave because of you.”

Anakin opens his mouth to reply when there’s a gentle knock at the door.

“Hey,” Poe says with a grin as he pokes his head round the door. “Am I interrupting?”

“No, sir,” Hux says, attempting to sit up. “Come in.”

“C'mon Hux, none of that ‘sir’ crap while we’re off duty and you’re recovering from acts of heroism.” Poe saunters over to Ben. “What’s this I’ve been hearing about you scaring the medical officers half to death when they asked you to leave?”

“Is it really so unreasonable that I want to stay with my husband?” Ben asks with a raised eyebrow.

“It is when you’re neglecting your own wellbeing,” Poe says firmly, pulling up a chair and sprawling over it. “Kid, take your mom home and make sure he eats something. I’ll stay with your dad tonight and you guys can come back in the morning.”

Anakin smiles and begins to usher Ben away before he can argue and unleash his temper on Poe. The shouting matches held between the two men have become almost legendary on the Resistance base.

“Oh, and Anakin?” Poe calls as they’re nearly out the door. “Drop by and see my son on the way home. You’re all he’s talked about for the last few days and it’s driving me crazy!”

Anakin ushers Ben from the room as quickly as possible, ignoring his father’s laugh and the blush on his face.

**********

Poe’s advice, as it turns out, is very sound.

No sooner has Anakin knocked on the door of the Dameron family’s quarters than Thayer is in his arms, kissing him frantically as though they haven’t seen each other in years. Anakin kisses back, ignoring the fact that his mom is awkwardly standing a few feet away, squeezing the younger boy tightly and sighing against his lips.

“You really like him then, huh?” Ben asks teasingly as they're walking back to their quarters.

“Yeah,” Anakin replies, his heart still pounding. “A lot.”

“Good. But make sure you keep it to kissing for now.”

“Mom!”

“Look, I never had a boyfriend when I was your age and I never got a lot of attention from other boys, but I know what teenage boys get up to. Believe me, I hear enough stories from your father about he what he did with other boys at the Academy-”

“Mom, stop. Please." Anakin is desperate for this conversation to end.

"All I’m saying is take your time. There’s no rush. The only person I’ve ever been with is your dad and I didn’t meet him until I was ten years older than you are now-”

Anakin groans loudly.

**********

After Hux is released from the med-bay, Anakin’s life returns to relative normality.

He resumes his training with Luke, who has also recovered from his injuries, and Ben, who seems a lot more relaxed and less edgy. He finds himself able to complete exercises that he struggled with in the past, and he’s even able to keep up with Rey when he duels her.

He mostly spends his evenings with Thayer, watching holovids together while they share lazy kisses and talk about all the places they’ll visit when he’s a Jedi knight. Sometimes he stays for dinner and smiles when Poe and Finn bicker good-naturedly, wondering if he and Thayer will ever be like that.

One evening Anakin returns to his family’s quarters after training with Luke to find Hux talking to a middle aged woman with short blonde hair who he doesn’t recognise. Even though they’re sitting down he can see that she’s tall- taller than both is parents, and has a strong build. She’s watching the holovid of his parents' wedding with fond amusement on her features, her eyes softening a little as she watches a young Hux lean in to kiss a heavily pregnant Ben.

“Ani,” Hux says, noticing his son has entered. “I wasn’t expecting you back this early. I was just catching up with an old friend- this is Phasma.”

The woman stands, revealing her enormous height and towering over them both.

“I believe you’ve met Anakin, my oldest.” Hux says to Phasma with an amused smile.

“Your oldest?” Her voice is recognisable even without the distortion of a helmet, and Anakin realises this is the stormtrooper who’d allowed him to keep his weapon. “You have more children?”

“Two more,” Hux says proudly. “Twins. Han and Jaina.”

Phasma smiles. “You’ve had your hands full then. They’re all Force-sensitive?”

“Yes, they’re very gifted. I like to think they get some of their talents from me though. Anakin here is becoming a very skilled pilot, and Jaina is top of her class in nearly every subject. Even Han is showing early promise as an engineer.”

Phasma turns slightly to look at the hologram that’s still playing, where young Hux and Ben are now slow-dancing in an intimate embrace. “You’ve become soft, Hux.”

“Perhaps.” Hux gives Anakin a fond look.

“It’s done you good. You used to be so tightly wound.” Phasma gives Anakin a wink. “He’d walk round the Finalizer like he had a stick up his arse.”

Ignoring Hux’s splutter of indignation, Phasma strides over to where Ben is sitting at the kitchen table, reading something on his data pad.

“For you,” she says, handing him a datachip. “From the Knights of Ren.”

Ben takes it and examines it curiously. “I thought they were loyal to Snoke?”

Phasma shrugs. “So did Snoke. They’ve been keeping him off your scent for the last 16 years though. They’ve occasionally been in contact with me and they wanted me to give you this. They said if you ever need them they are always willing to provide assistance.”

“Oh.” Ben stares at the chip, dumbfounded. “Um, ok. Thanks.”

“Look after each other.” Phasma claps Ben on the shoulder before heading for the door. “It’s been nice seeing you. I’ll come back and visit.”

“Where will you go?” Hux asks.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Phasma replies with a smile. “I’d just like to disappear for a while. Your General has kindly decided to turn a blind eye to me staying quiet on a remote planet at the other end of the galaxy.” She gives Hux a light friendly punch on the arm. “Glad to see you’ve finally found some peace. You’ve got something special here.”

That night, Anakin lies in bed mulling over Phasma’s words to his father. You’ve finally found some peace. You’ve got something special here. He hopes she is right, that both his parents have finally found some peace.

His thoughts are interrupted though when he hears a loud muffled moan coming from his parents’ bedroom next door. Oh no.

“Oh, Armitage.”

Anakin notices that Han is sitting up in his bunk on the opposite side of the room, a disgusted look on his face.

“They’re doing it again,” Anakin says, scrambling out of bed as Ben’s sighs and Hux’s grunts become more frequent. “Let’s get out of here.”

The two boys make their way to their sister’s room before they’re subjected to anymore of the sounds coming from their parents’ bedroom.

“Oh for kriff’s sake,” Jaina mumbles when her brothers climb into bed beside her. “You two have the bigger room. I don’t need you taking up more space in here.”

“We’ll switch with you any day,” Han yawns, hogging most of the covers.

Anakin smiles to himself as he snuggles up with his siblings for what he hopes will be a relatively peaceful night, and he can’t help but think of Phasma’s words again.

You’ve got something special here.

END

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