#that scene with anakin and rex fills me with so much joy and relief and triumph everytime i think about it gosh

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13, 20, 24 for Promises of Fools

Hum, I've talked about Promises of Fools so much on here, what is there left to say? Lol. Let's find out...

(From these asks.)

13 - Write a lil snippet set in this verse.

(Reminder that Ahsoka is Obi-Wan’s padawan in this 'verse.)

"No, Skyguy, you're supposed to rest!"

"I can't, I know where they are, I know how to end this!"

"You did end it! The Sith Lord is dead! Palpatine’s gone!"

"But the Separatists aren't. And I know where they are! All the leaders. If we get there now, we can get a surrender! We can truly end this!"

"How do you know this?" Mace's voice was quiet.

Anakin shrugged, reached again for the commlink in Ahsoka's clenched fist. "I don't remember. Palpatine–" the name tasted bitter and he bit his tongue for a second. "The emperor might have said something? Or perhaps it was the Force. Maybe it was Qui-Gon? I don't know. Just please, Soka. Let me bring them home." He met her gaze, went for her heart. Both their hearts, really. "Bring him home."

Her shoulders dropped, and she smiled involuntarily, dropped the comm into his hand. "Let me guess: You won't let me come with you."

Anakin sighed, thumbing the comm over to Rex’s frequency. "I need to know someone's watching Padmé's back. She'll be under a lot of pressure right now. And with the babies..."

Ahsoka nudged him in the Force, calm, determination, trust me. "Sure thing, Skyguy."

He paused before hitting the call button, glanced over at Mace. "Do you trust me?"

Mace stood, looked him in the eyes. "Completely. Go. I am needed here. Much has been broken, and there is much to repair."

Anakin huffed, hit call. "Literally and metaphorically."

"General!"

Rex’s voice was sharp, loud.

"You're alive! We saw everything on the holonews, but they kept saying you'd been killed!"

Ahsoka winced. "Should have thought of that," she muttered.

"Pardon me, sir, but what in Corellia's hells happened?"

Anakin grimaced at the memory of Palpatine’s leering face. "The emperor was the Sith we were looking for. And I... had to stop him." He heard Rex’s sharp intake of breath, and hurried on. "But it's not over yet. I know where the Separatist leadership is." A deep breath, and Anakin sat up straight on the edge of the bed, some of the power of his next words beginning to sink in.

"Rex. Captain. Would you like to go end this war?"

A brief silence, followed by an incredulous, nearly-whispered, "Sir?"

Anakin’s reply was equally soft. "Truly, Rex."

He had never heard Rex laugh like that, before the soldier caught himself. Anakin could almost see him, pulling himself up straight and steady.

"It would be the greatest honour of my life, General Skywalker."

Anakin exhaled, stood. "Comm Appo. Resolute up in 30. We're headed for Mustafar. But we'll need to set up a rendezvous point with Obi-Wan. I'll comm him from the ship."

"Yes, sir!"

"Skywalker out."

Anakin lowered his hand, turned to Ahsoka and Mace, found himself smiling faintly. "Alright, you two, where are my clothes?"

20 - Share THREE headcanons! But about different characters.

- Qui-Gon and Padmé have tea once a week during the war. They talk about everything, but they also keep each other's spirits up about Obi-Wan and Anakin.

-Artoo recorded Anakin and Padmé's wedding, and sometimes when Anakin is stressed or angry and alone, especially after Qui-Gon dies, Artoo plays some of that footage. Sometimes it makes Anakin cry, but it always helps him re-centre himself.

-Boga survives!!!! Because Order 66 never gets activated. She gets gifted to Obi-Wan, and although she stays on Utapau, he visits once every year.

24 - Ramble about something you haven't gotten to talk about yet.

Honestly, I feel like I've rambled about it all, except for a couple things that deserve their own posts. There is this one fun thing I mentioned to Adi (@clawedandcute).

We were talking about Padmé and Qui-Gon, and I mused on their relationship in this AU.

I wonder if she would call Qui-Gon 'Grandpa' too? Anakin calls him that sometimes, mostly to tease him about how old he is, but also when he's feeling particularly emotionally vulnerable, like a code for 'I need to talk, can you just listen?'. Anyway, after they get reunited with Padmé, and ESPECIALLY after she and Anakin get married and she's part of the family, I like to imagine her calling Qui-Gon 'Grandpa'. Oooo, I'll bet during the war, when Anakin and Obi-Wan are away, Padmé and Qui-Gon often have tea together. And whenever Padmé gets anxious or stressed out, she comes to visit Qui-Gon in the Temple and they'll walk in the gardens until she's feeling better.

(Yes, I copied the text because I'm kinda lazy.)

Okay, that was fun!!! Thanks for the asks, love. 😘

[eyayah-oya]

Would you be willing to write something soft with Bail/Obi-wan/Breha? Maybe Obi-wan returns from a mission with Bail to Alderaan and they both give him kisses?

Hi Anon! Thank you so much for this request! It took me a little while due to school and the fact that for some reason, the scene I came up with was not working in the slightest. But I came up with a new idea and wrote this and I quite like the result. I hope you enjoy!🥰

(also @cacodaemonia, you were interested in this, so I thought I'd tag you when I posted it.)

Bail paced up and down their shared quarters as Breha sat in her armchair, an open book in her lap. She watched him for a few more moments before she set aside her book and approached her husband, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning her head against his back.

“What has you so upset tonight?” Breha asked.

“It’s been thirteen days,” Bail responded with a heavy sigh. He turned around in Breha’s arms and hugged her close. “I’m worried about him.”

Breha sighed heavily and dropped her mask of composure she so carefully maintained for her people. “I am too,” she said softly, “but you know Ben. He’s survived the absolute worst of the galaxy and has always returned home to us. We have to have faith in him.”

Thirteen days wasn’t nearly the longest Ben had been gone, and this wasn’t even the first dangerous mission he’d been on without them. Breha especially hated to think about those short few days when they’d thought that he��d been killed during the war, assassinated by a common bounty hunter. She hadn’t even been able to attend the funeral, though Bail had. Those days were dark for both of them, kept apart by space and stars and mourning their beloved friend.

The rise of the Empire had brought more fears than even the incident with Rako Hardeen. The Jedi were slaughtered mercilessly—Bail told Breha that not even the little children in the creches had been spared the Emperor’s wrath—and she’d worried relentlessly about Obi-Wan. Millions of troopers that they’d all trusted and even befriended had turned on their closest allies without hesitation and were hunting Force users across the galaxy.

Breha had been so relieved when Bail had arrived with two tiny bundles of joy and Obi-Wan, broken with exhaustion and a bone-deep anguish that went deeper than physical. Anakin, he’d said, was gone. No one knew what happened to Ahsoka for months. It wasn’t until Obi-Wan—Ben now—reunited with Ahsoka and Rex that they learned about the chips that controlled the clones. Ever since then, Ben ran as many missions as he could all over the galaxy, capturing and freeing the clones he’d loved so much.

These missions were dangerous. Of course, they were. Ben was literally being hunted by the very men he sought to save and as they all knew, missions easily went wrong for him.

In the nursery attached to their quarters, Breha heard one of the twins stir slightly. Immediately, both Breha and Bail shifted their attention to their children, hoping to keep them both from crying. It was a challenge they hadn’t anticipated with Force-sensitive twins: their connection meant that if one felt uncomfortable or were crying, the other soon followed if they weren’t soothed in a timely manner. Neither Bail nor Breha would change a thing about their two beautiful little suns.

Bail froze in the doorway of the nursery and then relaxed. He stepped into the room and out of the way to allow Breha to follow him. Inside, two dark figures hovered over the cradles, and above the soft whimpers, she could hear a familiar voice humming soothingly to Leia.

“It’s okay, dear one,” he murmured. “I’ll be here to protect you as much as I can. You can sleep easy.”

“Ben,” Breha sighed with relief.

He looked up and the light from their quarters fell on his face, lighting up his eyes and highlighting the shadows below his eyes and cheekbones.

“Breha, Bail,” he answered. “I didn’t mean to wake them. Leia must have sensed us arriving.” “Is Luke awake, too?” Bail asked.

Ben looked over at the other figure who nodded once. “It appears so.”

“Who is your friend?” Breha asked as she walked further into the nursery. It was a bit too dark to really see who it was, and really, that was something that should probably be fixed. A soft, dim glow would really help them see better in the nursery and would keep them from accidentally running into anything in the middle of the night.

“My mission was a success,” Ben said and his weak smile carried more relief than it had in months.

Breha’s heart lifted in joy and relief. “Cody! It is so good to have you back,” she said, keeping her voice low for the twins but no less filled with how pleased she was to see him safe and sound.

“Queen Organa.” The voice was rough with disuse and likely tears based on how the few other men of the 212th had reacted when Ben had rescued them.

“You must both be exhausted,” Bail said. “We have a guest room off of our quarters that you can use, Cody. I’m sure you could use the rest.”

Cody was silent for several long moments until Ben decided to speak up. “I think it would be best if he stayed by my side for now,” he said quietly.

With a sinking realization, Breha nodded. Cody ordered Ben’s death and likely thought he’d killed him all this time. Of course, he would need to be near Ben if only to reassure himself that he really was alive. Both Bail and Breha had needed that same reassurance at the start of Imperial Rule.

“Of course,” she said. “Let’s leave the children to sleep and go into the parlor. I’m sure we have much to catch up on.”

Ben dipped his head in gratitude. He moved around the cribs, Cody directly on his heels as he came to a stop in front of her and her husband. “It is good to be home,” he said softly.

“It is good to have you back,” Bail answered. He gently pulled Ben into a kiss, soft and caring and a perfect welcome home.

Breha wrapped her arms around Ben’s waist and when he and Bail parted, Ben looked at her with such soft, warm eyes, that she couldn’t help but lean up and kiss him, too. It was so wonderful to have him home. Neither of them would ever attempt to keep him hidden at home, but she was also relieved when he came back to them, safe and whole.

“Come,” she said and grabbed his hand. She smiled at Cody and led both of them from the nursery, Bail bringing up the rear. It was so wonderful to have Ben home and even more so that their dear friend Cody had been rescued from the evil chip inside his head and the horrors of the Empire. Breha couldn’t help the thrill of happiness and content in her heart to have her loved ones close by and safe. She would keep them that way for as long as she was able—it was the least she could do for Ben, the man she’d come to love over the years, and Cody, a friend one of the only blessings to come from the war. They deserved to rest for a while.

Alderaan was safe for them.