#no leia fix sorry i have no idea how to fix leia

[lavendermunson]

snow - steve harrington

day 9 of leia's christmas tree farm

cw pure fluff again!! but this is a bit rushed im sorry ): no use of y/n or body descriptions.

“I know it’s scary but if he sees you with me maybe he will start doing something” 

He didn’t know but you wanted Steve as more than a friend. So, when he decides to act as your date to make your “crush” jealous. You know that’s what he wants, for you to be happy but not with him.

“I don’t know, I think it’s a bad idea, Steve”

“No, no. Honey, that's why we are chaperons tonight if he sees you have the best time of your life. He is going to get jealous, trust me I know”

"Wow, I forgot about your huge ego"

You have been hiding your crush on Steve for so long, it was just a matter of time for him to have a suspicion on why you never talked about your love life. So when he asked who your crush was… The only name you were able to spit out was Jonathan.

And there is nothing wrong with Byers. He is sweet, he is a very talented photographer but there are two problems with it: one, he is Nancy’s secret boyfriend and two, you like Steve.

“I don’t get it, I thought you didn’t like him” you whine, as Steve pushes you towards the door. “Are you trying to get Nancy back?”

“What? No! Nance and I didn't work. I’m over that you know”

And maybe Steve has been pushing too hard, trying to set you up with someone you don’t even like because you haven’t been honest with him. He finally leaves you alone with Jonathan, you stand up against him awkwardly as he takes pictures of the kids.

“So… Do you remember I told you and Nancy about this whole Steve situation?”

“Mhmm, did he finally ask?”

“Yeah, he did”

“And…?” He looks at you, as you nervously play with the fabric of your dress. You look over at Steve, who talks to Max, Lucas, Mike, and El. Watching Dustin dance with Nancy.

“I said I liked you”

The flash of his camera goes on with a loud click, the kids in front of them start protesting but Jonathan is too confused to care about them.

“You said you liked me?”

“Yes?”

“What’s wrong with you!” he asks. He is a bit irritated but he gets it. Jonathan and Nancy know how much you like Steve and how scary it is to confess your feelings.

“I fucked up, I'm sorry! I didn’t know what to say but I’m going to fix it I promise”

“You better fix it. If Nancy hears about this, she is going to give you a two-hour pep talk again”

“I know, I know” you shake your head, hugging yourself as you look at your shoes. “I just fear he is going to reject me and I-”

“Who is going to reject you?”

Steve’s voice makes you flinch. You turn around on your heels to glance at him, his brows knit together in a frown.

“I thought you liked him” he points at Jonathan as he walks away with his thumbs up, wishing you luck.

“I-” Fear takes over your body, you bite your lip when you are uneasy and Steve knows you are scared. You start to walk away towards the door and he runs behind you.

“Did you lie to me?” he asks, stopping you from opening the doors of the gym. You shake your head, noticing how impatient he is getting. In his eyes you see a mix of sadness and anger, is he disappointed? 

“It's complicated!”

“Then talk to me!”

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath. You did lie to him, but you were trying to protect him. To protect the friendship.

“We can’t talk about this here, we should wait”

“No! Go grab your coat, I’ll meet you outside” 

When enough time passes, you meet Steve outside the gym. You stand in front of him, his big shiny eyes looking down at you. A breeze of cold air disturbs the night, and Steve’s hair moves like waves as his nose gets red from the cold weather.

“Are you going to tell me?”

“No, I’ll just wait until one of us turns into a popsicle”

He bites back a laugh, leaning his head to the side. You know he is getting impatient, he hates the lies and the games.

“Right. I don't know what’s going to happen if I tell you” You look at him through your eyelashes. He offers you an apologetic smile.

“There’s only one way to know" he shrugs "You tell me everything and now I know you are lying because you are making weird jokes and biting your bottom lip. I think you forgot I know you better than anyone else”

And he is right because he has been with you for a long time now. He is the one who always stands by your side. The one that holds the door for you. The one that you can trust.

That’s why you can’t risk it. You can’t lose him. But you also can’t lie to him because you know that will only make things worse.

“I don’t like Jonathan, I’m sorry I lied to you I know you hate that” You shake your head, playing with your fingers and fighting back the anxiety that sits right in your belly. “I like you. I like you more than a friend, and every single time I talked about how amazing you are I meant it. You are just perfect to me and I like you, so much” 

He nods, trying to process your words. Your confession falls on him like a bucket of cold water. He freezes for a bit.

Tears are threatening to roll down your cheeks as Steve walks away from you. 

You ruined it. 

You ruined your friendship.

You ruined one of the happiest nights for him and the kids.

You have ruined everything you-

“Ooow!” you scream in surprise as a ball of snow hits your arm “What was that for?” You turn to look at Steve, who squats down to take more snow in his hands. His gloves help him from the snow into a ball effortlessly. “Ouch! Stop! What are you doing?” You flinch when another ball hits you, the movement making your tears roll down your cheeks.

“You like me!” Steve laughs, his smile is bright and you are so confused about his reaction. One second he was angry and now… he looks like a child opening gifts on Christmas morning. “You made me think you liked Jonathan and made me feel so jealous because I like you too!” 

Another snowball hits your body again, and you shake your head and squat down to take some snow into your hands.

“You like me too? That’s why you are throwing snow at me?” 

You throw a ball at Steve, this time it hits the top of his head making him fall on his back.

“Oh fuck! Are you alright?” 

You run towards him, looking down as he keeps smiling on the floor. He is going to be the death of you.

“Help me!” he screams, reaching out for you with his hand. You offer a hand to help him up, but as he grabs your arm, he pulls you down, making you fall on his chest.

“What’s wrong with you?” you ask, struggling to keep your hair out of your face.

“Why do you ask?” his mouth blows air at your face, making the strands of loose hair fall to the sides instead of sticking to your skin.

“I thought you were upset”

“I was, that’s why I throw snow at you”

“Were you jealous?”

“I was very jealous, Honey. I mean it, I like you.”

He wraps his arm around your waist, keeping you close to him. You are still both on the snow, his face is so close to yours and his warm breath hits your cheeks.

“I like you too, I'm sorry I lied to you. I was scared to tell you, I don't want anything to change, you mean a lot to me” you confess, wearing your heart on your sleeve and ready for him to take it.

“I know, I was scared too. I thought if you were with him this feeling in my chest would go away but it only got worse. You mean a lot to me too and I was so jealous because I couldn't bear the fact of another man holding your hand or getting you so close.. Like this”

He rubs his nose against yours, making you melt over him.

“Do you think this is going to work?” you ask.

He takes a deep breath and a couple of seconds to think about it. He is also scared, his past relationships sucked and he knew damn well it was his fault. But with you is different, every new feeling he gets when he is with you is exciting.

“I do because you make me crazy”

“You make me crazy too”

You close the gap between you, pressing your lips against his. It’s a short kiss, but the start of many. Filled with all the pining and love you've been feeling for a while. His lips feel so good against yours. You both giggle looking at yourselves, this night was full of surprises.

“Finally!” Dustin says, clapping as he gets closer to you to help you get up. 

“You knew?”

“There’s a reason why we call you mom and dad, duh!”

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[dailydragon08]

At Ease

Pairing: Luke Skywalker x F!Jedi!Reader Warnings: none, just fluff and Luke being an awkward lil bean who thought he’d be better at talking to pretty girls after becoming a Jedi Knight, but he’s not. A/N: "Remnants" is a series of Luke Skywalker x F!Jedi!Reader one shots in no particular order about the budding relationship between you and Luke as he trains you in the ways of the Force. Reader has long, naturally curly hair in this one (because I'm just feeling self-indulgent). Summary: Luke has a little trouble functioning after seeing you fully relaxed with your natural, curly hair for the first time. Read here on AO3

Luke sighed as he held C3PO’s detached foot in his hand. The droids had joined Leia and Han on an afternoon walk around Endor that was now possible six months post-battle. The Empire was becoming more scattered and unorganized by the day, but their work was far from finished, especially with Leia and the other diplomats beginning to plan how the New Republic would function. But still, they were starting to get more free time than they had previously.

“I’m so sorry, Master Luke!” 3PO cried in dismay from the table. “R2 pushed me over a log and my foot got stuck.”

R2 whistled in protest next to Luke, who sat at a table in the mess with his tools, attempting to put the droid back together.

“Oh, you did too, you insolent—”

“Calm down, 3PO, we’ll get you fixed up.” Luke turned to his sister and shook his head in amusement as she withheld her laugh from where she stood behind him. “Where’s Han?”

“He went off with Chewie and Lando somewhere,” his sister replied. “Something about maintenance on the Falcon. I tried to listen, but someone was very distraught.”

“Oh, yes,” 3PO said, “as you should be, R2!”

R2 beeped and shook slightly.

“They mean me?!”

“What happened?” a familiar voice asked just as Luke began lining up the droid’s foot and leg to re-bolt it.

“Hi, Y/N,” he heard his sister say behind him. He wished he could turn to give you a smile, but 3PO’s foot was being more stubborn than anticipated. He’d been training you as a Jedi for about four months now and the two of you were becoming fast friends. He enjoyed getting to know you and wasn’t sure how you had time for sleep with Jedi training and still helping at your old job in med bay. “3PO tripped and lost his foot.”

“I was pushed!”

“Oh boy,” you laughed behind him. “Hi, Luke.”

“Hey, Y/N. Sorry, I’m having to concentrate here.”

“Oh, it’s all good. I just wanted to ask—”

“Wait, is that your natural hair?” Leia asked in surprise.

“Oh—um, yeah. I just usually have it up when I’m working, but had a bit of a headache today and had some free time, so…” You trailed off, but Luke smiled at the vivid picture of your usual shrug.

“It’s gorgeous!”

“Oh, thanks,” you laughed nervously.

Curious, Luke paused in his work and turned to you only to do a double take at the natural, bouncy curls that fell down your shoulder and back. He had no idea your hair was curly—come to think of it, he’d never even seen it out of its usual updo. He felt his mouth open in a small “o” of its own accord but couldn’t seem to shut it.

Not that he’d ever thought you unattractive—far from it—but he almost hadn’t realized how attractive you were until now. He’d never had time to think about it before, with the remaining Imperials to deal with, mourning his father, and training you (not that you needed much; you were already proficient in the ways of the Force thanks to secret practice from the last few years). But now that he looked at you—really looked at you—he could see why many of the Resistance pilots practically drooled when you walked by.

Oh, he thought to himself, continuing to screw 3PO’s foot on while not paying a lick of attention. Oh no.

You met his eyes several times as you continued to talk with Leia, your conversation completely lost to him. You began to fidget with your clothes before turning to see what Leia was pointing at. With her other hand, his sister reached over and gently closed his mouth with her forefinger. Luke snapped back to reality and turned back to the droid in front of him, screwing the last bolt in place.

“Um,” he cleared his throat, “t-there you go, 3PO.”

“Oh, um…” the droid paused. “Master Luke, I hate to embarrass you, but my foot appears to be on backward.”

Luke thanked whoever was listening that he had his back to you as he felt the heat crawl up his neck onto his face. As hard as she tried, he could hear Leia fail to stifle her laugh behind him as you quietly asked her if he was okay.

“He’s fine, he just was apparently a bit distracted.”

“Oh, should I go?” you asked, completely oblivious to your effect on him.

“No!” Luke answered a little too quickly, turning to look at you and laughing nervously. Realizing his face was probably still red, he whipped back around, not expecting 3PO to have leaned forward to inspect his foot. He smacked his head against the droid’s with a hollow thunk, biting back a curse as he brought a hand to his throbbing head. “Noooo,” Luke groaned. “You can stay…ugh…”

Leia was now laughing so hard, he could see her double over in his peripheral vision. He turned to throw her a glare, but now you were also trying to hold back a laugh.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry!” 3PO said. “Are you all right?”

R2 let out a series of beeps that sounded suspiciously like a laugh before whistling at his companion.

“Um, yes, I think that would be a good idea. Master Luke, R2 has suggested perhaps he completes the repair?”

Still holding his head, Luke slowly slid down the bench to give the astromech room to work. “Uh-huh, yep. Go ahead.”

A hand on his shoulder made him look up to see you looking down at him, amused but still concerned. “Do you want ice?”

“I’ll go get it,” Leia replied before he could respond and left suspiciously quickly.

His attention returned to you as you gently moved his hand out of the way. “I’m fine, I promise. Just a little…uh…”

“Distracted?” you teased, a smile threatening your lips.

He chuckled. “Uh, yeah, I guess…”

“You don’t feel concussed, do you?”

“I promise, I’m fine. I don’t need doctor mode Y/N, but thank you,” he said with a smile, grabbing your hand to move it away from his head.

“You sure?”

Your E/C eyes bored into his, filled with genuine concern and for a moment, he couldn’t help but stare. He’d never really admired the color before, but they were striking. Especially framed with your curls, it made his stomach do somersaults and he could only give a quiet “yeah” in response.

You nodded, looking over his face just as intensely before clearing your throat. “Um…Luke?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I…have my hand back?”

He blinked, realizing he was not only still holding your hand, but gently rubbing back and forth with his thumb. “Oh! Yeah, sorry, sorry.”

You smiled and Luke felt his heart sink unexpectedly as you were called away. “I’ll see you for training later?”

Not trusting himself to speak, Luke simply nodded, sneaking a glance at you as you walked away. Leia returned just as you left with Han in tow, snickering when she realized what her brother was staring at. She laughed and shook her head as she gently pressed the ice pack to Luke’s forehead.

“Weeellll,” Han began, “from what I heard, you sound like you’re super smooth, kid. I’m impressed. And here I thought I would have to give you some pointers.”

“You’re never gonna let me forget this, are you?” Luke groaned.

Leia and Han smiled at each other before simultaneously answering, “No.”

[padme-amitabha]

I read your opinions on Ahsoka and while I like her I agree, I think her fandom is making me dislike her, the final straw for me was reading takes that Ahsoka was Anakin's child more than Luke ever was because he spend more time with her than with Luke despite Anakin ALWAYS aknowledged Luke as his son, I mean remember the iconic "I'm your father" scene? And how after that he always called Luke in his mind as "my son"? Anakin may had not raised Luke, but he always loved his son, ever since Padmé told him that she was pregnant he considered his baby a blessing and the happiest moment of his life, so no wonder those feelings resurfaced when he found out that Luke lived between ANH and ESB, I mean, he came to the Light for him! His baby boy. I even read a Youtube comment saying that when Anakin said Luke before dying "Tell your sister...you were right..." now it refered to Ahsoka when those words were for Leia! Yes, we know Leia sees Bail as her father and has zero connection with Anakin, but even so, those final words were for her. Canonically Anakin saw Ahsoka as much a younger sister, he always refered Luke as his son and Leia as Luke's sister and thus, his daughter. I dislike reading how people are trying to server Anakin from his family (from Padmé to now Luke and Leia) to place Ahsoka in the picture, guys, you can have both! (sorry for the rant)

I totally get it. My issue with her character mainly started from the fact that she is shoehorned into anything that involves the skywalkers. Imagine if she was in the movies, I would think her arc would be very redundant in the PT because we are closely following the Jedi masters and council as well as politicians as they are central to the plot and conflict. The fact that she wasn't in it establishes she is an afterthought. And I think she wouldn't have been so bad if she was a character with a standalone arc and story but now she's just everywhere and I disliked her introduction as Anakin's padawan because the PT establishes Anakin is quite young and flawed and its his journey we are exploring from little Ani to Darth Vader throughout the six films. He is allowed to be an innocent kid, brooding emotional teenager and also a hero. He is the Chosen One but not once is he a Gary Stu, in fact he goes through phases that annoys other characters like Obi Wan. He isn't overpowered either because we see him suffer two huge defeats in the films. He makes mistakes and the wrong choices and can be selfish at times, and other times he tries to be a good padawan and follow the rules and sometimes he disregards them, he lets others boss him around too, he is scared but wants to be a good father and husband etc etc. you get the idea. He's not perfect and that's the point and I think Hayden nails the repressed monk persona. The only reason Ahsoka was introduced was part of "fixing" Anakin's character and to make him more fun but it seems so unbelievable the council would assign someone like Anakin with an impressionable youngling (who is strangely rebellious despite having the same upbringing as the rest?). I just don't see Anakin as being a big brother to anyone or bantering with kids when he seemed understandably awkward and reserved. Also, Ahsoka's thick plot armor and her continuously inflated significance just confirms how much of a creator's pet she was and her whole character (especially when she's interacting with Anakin) feels very fanficy and the fact that she has almost zero flaws and she takes over the roles of every other important person in Anakin's life in the original story. I try not to pay attention to Filoni's pet because it just feels like pure wish fulfillment for him at this point. We could just have more of other cool female jedi like Shaak Ti, Depa, Aayla, or Yaddle as they were preexisting characters and weren't dependent on the Skywalkers for their arc - because I doubt Ahsoka would have been popular at all if she wasn't Anakin's padawan or acting like an Anakin wannabe (and getting away with it almost always while Anakin the CO was given no special treatment). At this rate, I wouldn't be surprised if Ahsoka is revealed to be the new chosen one or she's some insanely overpowered demigod lol. And I mean I guess her fans like her for many reasons but she just feels like a Mary Sue to me like you know a character is doomed when a creator admits he's too attached to the character for anything drastic and openly shows favoritism. Let's be honest she is kind of a nepo baby and acts like one too in the SWU. I guess some people are just seeing her as one now but I always thought she would be a Mary Sue because even the emotional moments she has and the few hardships or "deep" moments she gets is just by interacting with the Skywalkers or just dealing with things everyone else is going through. So I don't really feel the emotional value if she tells Luke he is like her father when literally anyone else who knew him could have said that. At least characters like Boba don't rely on mentioning Anakin in everything they appear in. I don't think her arc would even be well developed if she was detached from the existing prequel characters so it's like she just reinforces the same emotions we should feel except she's supposed to be fun and badass so the audience and her fans would empathize with the events more.

Like do people even really like her screentime in Rebels except from her fight with Anakin? And that scene's so memorable because it's with Anakin, a much more realistic and developed character. It's really Anakin who carries the scene and the emotional impact. Replace Ahsoka with any other padawan and it seems like she has no inherent value. She only seems to shine in moments she is interacting with PT era characters due to the backstory and flashbacks and the rest of the time she's just a token strong female jedi character. What is Ahsoka when she is not breaking Jedi rules constantly like she's special or getting in Anakin's business or running into other characters and reminiscing about the past? I could watch a standalone show on Anakin, Padme, Obi Wan, Qui Gon, Yoda or even Dooku just in their solo adventures because they bring a slightly new perspective to the SWU and there's some room for individuality. I could be wrong maybe they explored some of her personal ambitions than being a Jedi and making Anakin proud but I'm really not interested when her role is just so interchangeable. Even Padme has an entire movie around her (TPM) where we see more about her. Despite being Anakin's love interest, we can see how she is a main character and can carry a film without any romance with Anakin. Same with Obi-Wan. He had an entire movie solving mysteries and plots while Anakin and Padme were romancing. That's why they should be the main prequel trio because its always been two force sensitives and a non-force sensitive member. Just like Han, Padme brings a new perspective and skills in the team.

I wouldn't be too bothered about such claims as they always existed. Ahsoka is closer to Anakin than Obi Wan, Padme, Leia and now more than Luke. It's sad and funny how far Filoni will bend space and time to make room for the OC. As far as I'm concerned, she doesn't exist.

This channel has some good videos on her and I highly recommend these: part 1 and part 2

[parvulous-writings]

Note: I hope you’re doing really well! I know you fulfilled two requests for me, and I’m sorry for sending in another one, I just had a really good idea come to mind!

Fandom: Bill & Ted

Reader: Gender Neutral & Neurodivergent

Pairing: Bill S. Preston x Reader (Romantic) Ted Logan x Reader (Platonic)

Idea: Bill, Ted, and Y/N are getting together for a sensory safe Halloween. Bill and Y/N are a couples costume of Han Solo and Leia with Ted dressed up as Chewbacca. They are having a chill time, watching fun Halloween films, eating sensory safe candy, with nothing but candles and Fairy Lights to light the room.

then maybe evil Bill and Ted come and disrupt the fun and really put a fright on y/n (or something like that)

you don’t have to fulfill this anytime soon, you can save it until close to Halloween, I just thought it would be fun

Warnings: Mild descriptions of overwhelming noise/lights

Words: 2K

Notes: The way I started this two days before Halloween and only just managed to get it done today... We shan't speak of it 🫡 Just to brighten your evening - I finished this whilst dressed as Columbia from Rocky Horror

not my gif

"Dude, are you sure this costume is okay?" Ted asks his best friend, carding his hand through the coarse fur of his costume. He looked a little strange - an almost perfect recreation of Chewbacca, only to cut off just above the shoulders, with Chewbacca's furry face replaced instead by the very ordinary looking head of Ted Logan. "Like... Do you think the fur is the right texture?" "Huh?" Bill replied, turning slightly as he made another attempt to put his fake blaster in it's holster; every time he had tried thus far had resulted in the whole belt starting to fall down. "Dude, I've told you a million times, it's fine!" Bill exclaimed, "It looks good, and it's an alright texture..." He trailed off a little bit, his focus moving again to his belt and blaster. "You okay there, dude?" "Yeah, just... Struggling with this belt, man. Can't get it to stay up..." He mumbles in response. "Did you tuck it in to the loops?" Ted asks, trying to peer over his friend's shoulder in the mirror. "Y'know, like I showed you with mine?" "Oh, shoot, no... Thanks man!" Bill exclaimed, quickly rectifying his mistake. How he had overlooked his best friend's advice he had no idea, but thankfully it was easy enough for him to fix.

"You excited?" Bill asks, as Ted prepares to put the Chewbacca mask over his face, after what had seemed like an eternity fussing and faffing about with the rest of his costume. "Oh, yeah!" Ted's reply is incredibly enthusiastic, but then again, could you really expect anything less from him? He gets to watch movies and binge on sweets with his two favourite people, who wouldn't be as enthusiastic as him? "You know, Ted..." Bill starts, turning to fully face his best friend as he spoke. "I don't think you'll be able to see anything during the movie with that head on.." "I know, but I at least want to wear it for a little while! I saved up for ages for this, man... I want to get some use out of it before it goes back on my shelf..." "Oh, no sure, dude, I just don't want you missing out on the movie is all..." Bill chuckled gently, he knew how much Ted had been looking forward to dressing as Chewbacca.

It had been your idea, originally. A couples costume for yourself and Bill, with something for Ted so that he was included too - though Star Wars hadn't been the initial plan. At first, you had had no idea what you were all going to go as - you only had the concept of the three of you in mind. It was after a few hours of shared silent deliberation, that Bill had suggested Star Wars: and how fitting that was, when you thought about it! Leia, and Han - the couple, for you and Bill to pose as - and then, Chewbacca for Ted, the perfect companion, and it all tied in ever so nicely.

"Right, how do I look?" You asked the pair, making them both jump as you push the garage door open. Bill turns to look at you first, and his jaw practically drops. It's amazing how such a simple costume can make him become so much more smitten with you - he's speechless for a moment, until a quiet 'woah' from Ted breaks him from his thoughts. "Babe, that is perfect-" He rushes to your side, carefully running his hands over the fabric, amazed at how soft it is - if only that material could be used for some of his normal clothes, that would be paradise. "You think so?" "Yeah - you look fantastic!" Bill grins up at you as he speaks, his fingers still grasping at the fabric that made up your costume. "Where did you get this?" He asks, "This doesn't feel anything like any costume I've found recently..." "Oh, I made it..." You chuckle quietly, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. "Made it? But-" Ted started, about to point out how many times you'd had to have rewind a tape, or gone to reruns of the movies to be able to plan out something like a dress pattern for it. "Yeah, I know," You cute him off, "I think I ended up watching it like... twenty times?" You shrug, "It was actually a lot simpler than I thought it was going to be... And nice Chewbacca, Ted, but... Not sure if that's the right face for him, is it?" You tease, and Ted can't help but laugh as he takes a few steps away, going to retrieve the rest of his costume.

"Okay, right... you two are ready, right?" Ted called from behind the camera, as you and Bill fussed over each other - his loose waistcoat, your wig, his belt again, your hood which... Never seemed to fall quite how you wanted it to. "Uh - yeah, alright-" Bill fusses over you for a moment longer, but eventually steps away, as Ted rushes over, having put a little timer on the camera. The three of you bustle about for a moment, getting into a position that's good for everyone; Bill has an arm round your waist, your arm is around his shoulder, pulling him in close, whilst Ted stands behind you both, holding his hands up a little bit as if he's roaring. The flash goes off, and you all wait an extra second or so before Ted goes to dismantle the camera. "When we get that developed, I'm so having that up on my wall..." Bill tells you, with a giddy little smile. You push his shoulder playfully, "As if I won't be the one to keep it..." You joke, shaking your head at him. "Hey, Bill?" Ted calls, arms spread as far as they can reach as he tries to set up a sheet for the projector, not wanting to disturb the moment between the two of you, but not having much of a choice if you all wanted to get the movie going soon. "A little help?" With a quiet 'oh, sure' Bill dashed to the other man's aid, leaving you to happily gather all the pillows and blankets you could find scattered around the house, along with - of course - a few snacks and drinks for you all.

"Okay, you two ready?" You ask, finishing setting up the projector. Ted had just put his Chewbacca head out of the way and was settling himself down on some of the pillows, arranged in a little nest for himself. "Yeah!" They respond in unison. As you go to snuggle with Bill, he mumbles quietly to you, "I can't believe my dad is letting us watch this..." You're not sure of Bill's tone here, but you nod slowly anyway. "Neither can I... Never seen this before..." You reply, and Bill nods back at you - neither has he. As the opening begins, and the three of you start to munch on your assorted snacks, the power goes down. It's completely unexpected, and plunges you all into near complete darkness. The projector has clicked off, the fairy lights flickered out, and your only source of light is the glow of the street lamp outside. "Huh-?" Is Ted's reaction, whilst Bill remains silent, but clings more to you. You cling to him in return, using his presence to try and ground yourself from the scare. "I'm gonna go check the fuse box in the house - you guys stay here.." Ted told you both; it may have been Bill's house, but Ted knew it just as well as the blonde did. Bill warily starts to get up as well; "I'm just going to check the fusebox in the corner, okay babe?" He says quietly to you - and his voice is gently, but not explicitly, trying to tell you that you could say no to this, if it made you feel less anxious. You nod slowly, loosening your grip on him to let him go to the corner of the garage. You could still feel your heart pounding in your chest, but you run your hands over the fabric of your costume to try and calm yourself as Bill heads into the darkness, round the corner to check on the fuse box. He's there for a few minutes, before some movement and a tap at the nearby window catch your attention.

There's two figures standing there, whose silhouettes you... Almost recognise. You get up, moving towards the window. The closer you get, the more you think you can make out about them: it's Bill, and Ted, but there's something not quite right about them - besides, of course, the fact that they had both suddenly ended up outside. Neither of them had their costumes on, but instead,Bill had donned a baseball cap, and Ted's hair was styled in a middle-part, rather than how they normally presented themselves. It was still them, for sure, but... Something about them just didn't sit right with you. As you draw closer, Bill lurches at the window, making you stumble back as he pushes the window open - and Ted tosses something inside, before the pair dash off. There's a moment of silence, before whatever it was Ted had dropped through the window burst into a flurry of crackles and sparks. It assaults your eyes in the darkness, and you cry out, hands instantly moving to cover your face as you stumble back a little bit more. You trip this time, falling flat on your backside with another cry. Footsteps rush towards you from behind, and you feel hands on your upper arms, making you jump in surprise and flail your arms in an almost last-ditch attempt to defend yourself, should this be the off-Bill and Ted.

"Hey, hey-" It's Bill's voice, and he's hurriedly trying to calm you. "What happened?" He asks you, noticing a few dying embers of the firecrackers that had been put in his garage. You just point towards the window, mumbling something that he can't quite understand. Hell, you're not even sure if you can understand it entirely. Bill notices the window, now hanging open, and rushes to close it again, lest any other pranksters try and test the boundaries of your resilience. "It's okay-" He tells you, sitting on the floor beside you, and pulling you into his arms. He knows - better than anyone - that just having someone there can help ground you again, and if it had to be anyone, the best choice was always him. "You're okay..." He whispers to you, "I'll keep you safe, don't worry..." His hand is gentle as it strokes your hair, soothing you back down from your panic. The lights soon flicker on around you, and perhaps a minute or so after this, Ted is back in the room with you both. He's about to say something - probably a joke - but stops himself before he even speaks, when he sees the state you're in. His eyes flit to Bill; 'What happened here?' is the silent question. Bill just shrugs in response, he has absolutely no idea. He doesn't want to ask just yet, either - it's too soon, and he wants you to be able to calm down and recover a little bit before probing the subject. "So, uh... Movie?" Ted probes, and you wearily shake your head. "No... I think I'd much rather just... Hang out with you guys and pig out on candy..." "Dude, that's cool with me-" Ted says, nodding, before gathering all the sweets together in the centre of the room. Bill helps you over, and you all sit in a little circle, passing each other your favourite sweets to try, and laugh at each other's faces if they didn't like them. You stayed in that tight little circle of yours all night - until you all fell asleep in the early hours of the morning. Needless to say, despite things not going to plan, and the bad fright you had suffered, it was a very good Halloween with your boyfriend, and his best friend, and you looked forward to doing it all again, come next year.

[fwaooo]

luke skywalker has me in a chokehold, i regret nothing but sorry for the mess. this isn't really a fic, more like an outline? (it’s my first tumblr post, pls let me know if i effed things up)

(e)mét dinluke established relationship, android au | angst, suspense, mild horror | cw: death

luke goes missing, presumably taken by imperial remnants. after about a week, leia is no longer able to sense luke in the force, they fear the worst.

a month or so later, luke arrives back home, injured but alive. he escaped, destroying the base he was taken to in the process.

when asked what happened, luke says they were trying to experiment on the force, so he closed himself off, causing leia to perceive he was dead. then how did i escape? luke doesn’t have a full idea of the experiments but he managed to grab an encrypted chip of data

time has been odd in the lab. there are some points he cannot remember entirely. some are vague impressions. some he remembers two sets of events.

luke has trouble reconnecting to the force. whatever he did to disconnect himself it was done instinctively and too well. despite luke standing right in front of them, leia and grogu have difficulty sensing him. the two do their best to find a fix, leia through research, grogu through connecting with force ghosts.

it takes a moment for anakin, obiwan and yoda to recognize luke. his force signature is muted, desaturated. they hesitate. they suggest luke to meditate with other force users, to have them aid and coax the force and luke to reconnect. for a moment, it was as if luke was an abyss, a black hole in the force.

luke works on decrypting the chip. he’s worried about the experiments that were conducted in the lab. what if they target other force users? what if they target leia and grogu? he doesn’t ask others for their help on the chip. he is afraid. he knows it shouldn’t be, but his family is everything.

when luke dreams at night, he no longer has nightmares. but he cannot recall the rush of joy when he found out leia was his sister. the thrill of flying his x wing. the overwhelming love when he first kissed din. he knows what emotions were felt at the time but the feeling is out of reach.

din does not understand the force, so he does what he can instead. he provides and protects. he brews tea when luke is frustrated over the lack of progress, he tucks a tired grogu in bed after meditation. luke and din may not have exchanged wedding vows yet but they know their relationship is true. din, grogu, and luke, a clan of three. din’s whole world. he never expected to have a family once more after the droids had taken his first one from him.

luke decrypts the chip. he wish he hadn’t. how can this be true? he’s luke skywalker, always has been and always will be. he was born to padme amidala and anakin skywalker. he was raised in tattooine by uncle owen and aunt beru. he had fought in the rebellion against the empire. he— he— he slices down his left arm. he sees wires.

leia and grogu are able to sense the bond with luke once more. he is able to send basic thoughts to them, he is able to levitate objects, his strength in the force grows daily. a black hole.

they are attacked and luke is injured when trying to protect the children. they were distracted, several of luke’s students had fallen ill. there is no blood, only oil and sparks. then what were these fluids running down his face?

droids had destroyed din’s world once. he knows they were only puppets, ordered by their master, but the shadowed mastermind was not the one that littered the streets of his childhood home with corpses. droids are the symbol of violence, of trauma, of lost happiness. din dislikes droids, din is afraid of droids. luke skywalker is an android.

who is he? what is he? he looks like luke skywalker. he has memories of luke skywalker. he acts like luke skywalker. but he is no longer made of flesh and blood. it's no longer only his right hand that is made of wires and gears. who does that make him? what does that make him? what makes luke skywalker who he is?

the android is a ticking time bomb. a vacuum that siphons and steals. a parasite. its "will" does not matter. it was created for a purpose. both an experiment and a puppet. can the force be stolen? can a non-force user wield the force? can they leash luke skywalker?

robota. it doesn’t matter if “luke skywalker” wants to protect his family. its purpose was not to give, only to take.

din goes to the ruined lab. there is barely anything left after the explosion. but he finds mangled steel and wires that seems to have come from a hand. he holds it tightly to his chest, whispering apologies and words of love. he buries it at the base of the tree that luke loved (loves) to meditate under.

“luke” loves his family and his family love luke. the luke who is no longer here, the luke that is the true owner of these memories and feelings. he is an imposter, a thief that stole luke’s home and family. but isn’t he luke in all parts that matter?

smiles, tears, compassion, strength, the good, the bad. it’s all the same. then isn’t that enough?

leia sees her brother, han and chewie see their friend, r2d2 and c3po see their companion, grogu sees his teacher and din. din sees—

din sees—

din sees blue eyes. leia and din hold luke's hand. they visit where he is buried. "welcome home, luke."

[hawthornsword]

WIP Tag Game

Rules: In a new post, list the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thank you for the tag @lizardberries and @marbled-polecat

Okay so. ALL? Of the files? In my WIP folder? Ahaha 😅. 

I have story ideas for at least twenty different fandoms.

In Star Wars alone I have over 370 different story ideas. (I said that to my husband and he said "I'm so sorry 😂.")

I'm very curious what y'all will want to know most about. So here is a small selection of what I think are the ones I'm most likely to actually work on, divided into categories for your perusal:

The ones I think about most:

Altar pt 2

Loyalty As A Love Language pt 2

Your Body is A Weapon (codywan)

The Last Daughters of House Mereel

Nothing Between Us But Light (Fox/Quinlan)

Seeing Fives (Chip arc fix-it)

Time Travel:

Quinlan is Ahsoka's master

Ventress timeloop

Dogma/Fox/Fives timeloop

Vader and Fox back to Phantom Menace

Obi-Wan and Quinlan back to teenagers

Boba/Ahsoka variations

Original Clone Characters:

Dogma and Tup's batch

Lambda squad undead Geonosis

More:

Ahsoka Dogma prison break

Boba raises Luke and Leia

Cody reconditioned during Rako Hardeen

Obi-Wan de-aged post-66

First Lifeday (Christmas)

Witcher fusion

Arcane fusion

Wolffe/Mon Mothma

Kid Etain meets a Mando and gets a new master

Jaster adopts Satine instead of Jango

Gunslinger (Padme and Quinlan)

Padme/Aayla

Stewjoni Knitting AU

Han Solo Fulcrum

Omega as a Jedi Quinlan is her master

Maul kidnaps The 501st

Not gonna tag that many people, so please consider yourself tagged if you want to!

[incognitajones]

hi!! a little halloween treat with Breha flavour would be nice but i'm not picky, any other cool girl/woman you have up your sleeve is totally fine. Thank you 😁

This one was fun! I might have channeled a bit of my inner cocktail party rage...

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Breha smiled and fixed her eyes wide open. She tilted her head at the angle that said she was fascinated and visualized in meticulous detail how satisfying it would be to raise her glass of emerald wine and pour it over Senator Efraseth’s head. His elaborate upswept hairstyle would flatten, wet strands dripping down his cheeks, and his bilious yellow overrobe would be stained a much more pleasant shade of teal. Bright green droplets would spatter all over the pristine white tablecloth, pooling in the dainty shells of the seafood appetizers, and Breha would smile and tell him—

Bail cleared his throat with a tiny cough that brought her back to her senses just as the Senator took a breath in his pompous monologue. 

“Your insight is as valuable as your loyalty,” Breha injected into the brief pause before he could start again. “But the Viceroy and I must greet all our guests before dinner is served. Please excuse us, and do enjoy the shellfish.”

She took Bail’s arm and swept away, steering him toward the buffet. “I need an excuse not to talk for five minutes,” she muttered. “If my mouth is full, maybe they’ll leave me alone.”

“Ouch,” he said mildly.

Breha loosened her pincer grip on his forearm. “Sorry, love.”

“Occupational hazard of a political spouse.” He patted her hand and smiled at a passing tech mogul. “I enjoy your moments of sincerity, though I hope you never compliment someone intelligent enough to catch on.”

Breha laughed. “No, I reserve those comments for the people who’ll swallow anything.”

“Like the appetizers? I thought he might polish off that whole tray.”

“I’ve told the serving droids to avoid that corner of the room,” Breha said. “He’ll have to travel farther for them at least.” 

They reached the vast buffet table studded with exotic flower arrangements and loaded with tiered platters of appetizers. She drained the last of her wine and seized a fresh glass from a passing waiter’s tray. Bail passed her a skewered morsel of roast bhillen that she could eat in one bite without risking a mess. While she chewed and swallowed, he looked her over from the crown of her looped braids to the toes of her silver slippers. 

“You need a holiday,” he said bluntly.

“Don’t we all.” Breha lifted her glass and took a long sip. “Now isn’t a good time. Leia has her exams, you’re only on Alderaan for another three weeks, and the Ruling Council’s session is coming up—”

“I meant some time on your own. I’ve borrowed my aunt Basilea’s chalet in the mountains for two days and Winter has cleared your calendar. Anything important has been rescheduled, and if anything urgent comes up, she and I can handle it.”

“What would I even do?” She had no idea how she’d fill the time.  

“Read, knit, go walking on the hill trails.” He shrugged. “Take your little skiff up to the slopes and ski.”

Breha blinked and took in a long breath. The thought of two days and a night with no one chasing after her to sign this or read that or go to a meeting about anything… but it was impossible. 

“Go.” He kissed her forehead. “And you don’t have to take Leia either. She’s going to stay here and study.”

“You're the best man on Alderaan,” she told him. 

“Just on Alderaan?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “I was hoping for the Core, at least.”

“Well, there is Master Kenobi,” she said demurely. “And Master Windu. I suspect both of them might give you some competition, but I didn’t think you’d mind coming second to a Jedi.”

He laughed. “In some things, maybe, but not in my wife’s affections.”

Breha wished she could throw her arms around Bail’s neck, wrap her legs around him, and kiss him until all of their guests were thoroughly appalled. She did lean up to press her lips to his in a lingering but chaste kiss that wouldn’t outrage anyone.

“You are without a doubt the best and only husband for me,” she said. “Now, let’s circulate. We have four more hours of a state dinner to get through before I can take advantage of you.”

His face broke into the slow smile of his that she loved, and he took her hand so that she could lead them through the crowd.

[steves-on-a-plane]

Zero Gravity

Words: 1544 Pairing: Finn x Poe Dameron               Summary: Finn and Poe are in love with each other. Leia Knows it. Rey Knows it. Anyone who’s been in the same room as them know it. So why, has it taken so long for the two of them to admit it to each other? 

Finn stood in front of the mirror of his quarters. If he didn’t leave soon, he was going to be later for afternoon mess. Poe always worried about him when he arrived late to mess. Even if they’d just seen each other minutes before. It was as if his friend worried the ground had sucked him up and swallowed him in the ninety seconds, they’d been apart.

Friend. Finn didn’t really know why, but idea of being friends with Poe Dameron always made his stomach feel like it was doing backflips. He always assumed it was because Poe was the first real friend he’d had. Poe had given him his name. Before Poe he’d just been FN-2187. He owed a lot to Poe, including the jacket he was wearing.

The brown leather jacket, which Finn now studied himself wearing in the mirror, had been a gift when he’d first met the Resistance Pilot. It was the first piece of clothing Finn had ever owned that belonged to him. Not standard issue trooper armor or underclothes which were laundered and shared amongst the other storm troopers. Even now that he had a respectably sized wardrobe, the tattered old jacket remained his favorite garment.

“Poe gave you that jacket, didn’t he?” A voice appeared so suddenly it had Finn jumping out of his skin. He didn’t realize the door to his quarters were even open. He turned to see Rose Tico leaning casually in his doorway. He didn’t answer her question because he hadn’t exactly heard what she asked.

“He sent me to see what’s keeping you from mess.” She explained. “You know, in some systems, giving someone your jacket is a sign of romantic interest.”

“I-Wha..” Finn sputtered unable to formulate a response.

“Relax.” Rose laughed. “I was just teasing you. Are you ready to go or do you need to preen for a few minutes?”

“I’m not! Let’s go.” Finn sighed before rushing out the door.

Poe had saved them both seats at the mess hall because of course he did. He smiled when he saw Rose, but his entire face lit up the second he laid eyes on Finn. Being around Finn gave him the same feeling as zero gravity on the cockpit of his X-Wing; weightless, free. Finn never told Poe that he was talking too fast. The former Stormtrooper never chastised him for acting rashly. Instead, he’d nod along and simply ask, “How can I help?”

“Sorry.” Finn apologized, even though they weren’t even technically late yet. “I got caught up in something. Lsot track of time.” He lied.

“Yeah, looking at himself in the mirror.” Rose mumbled. Poe hadn’t heard what she said and was about to ask her to repeat herself when Captain Elav, a Twi’lek Security Officer approached their table.

“Commander Dameron, I’m sorry to interrupt your meal, but The General said you’re scheduled for overnight watch on the eastern gate this evening.” Elav asked.

“I believe I am. Did something happen for The General to reassign me?” Poe asked. Typically, his assignments came directly from Leia herself.

“No, Sir.” The Captain replied. “Luroon was meant to join you, but they were injured during weapons training this afternoon. I’m afraid we’re having trouble finding a replacement for them.”

“Weapons training? Are they alright?” Poe wanted to know.

“Nothing a day or so in the bacta won’t fix.” Elav promised.

“Well thanks for letting me know. I’ll be sure to check in on Luroon tomorrow and I’ll find someone for watch tonight.” Poe said. Captain Elav nodded before leaving the trio to their meal.

“I’ll do it.” Finn volunteered before the Twi’lek was hardly a footstep away.

“Didn’t you just come back from that weeklong mission with Rey? You couldn’t have gotten much sleep on the Falcon’s hard bunks.” Poe asked.

“I’ve slept in worse places.” Finn shrugged. “C’mon, it’ll be fun. It’s been a while since we’ve hung out.”

Poe wanted to say no.  Despite what Finn said, he had a hard time sleeping on ships. He’s told Poe before it was a problem he’d had since childhood. There was nothing compared to a soft cozy bed. Poe had been inclined to agree with him at the time. He knew his friend likely needed rest, but truth be told watch duty sucked. It sucked even more when you were stuck for eight to twelve hours with someone you didn’t know well or like.

“Okay.” Poe agreed with no further push from Finn. “Meet you at the east gate at moons up?”

“I’ll be there.” Finn agreed.

After mid-day mess Finn, Poe and Rose returned to their posts. Poe anxiously kept an eye on the time stamp near the bottom of his monitor in the command room. He’d never been excited for watch before in his entire life. Finn tried to keep himself busy helping Rey and Chewbacca with the Millennium Falcon. It seemed the ancient ship was never short on repairs that needed to be done. The Wookie and the Jedi were happy for the help, there was a very short list of beings they trusted with their ship. Finn just barely managed to make the cut.

At long last the planet’s three moons were just barely visible in the sky. Finn nearly tossed down his spanner in excitement. He did his best to maintain his composure as he informed Rey that he’d have to leave for his watch shift. She thanked him for his help and waved him off, turning her attention to the perpetually on the fritz hyperdrive.

Poe was nearly late for his shift. He’d been with Leia and some of the other high-ranking officers. They’d been in a debrief so long that the words of the presenting Mon Calamari had stopped making sense to him. He’d been just about to nod off when the alarm he’d set at his workstation sounded off. The Commander apologized to everyone and excused himself to night watch, promising to read the complimenting documents before returning to the war room the following day.

“I thought I might have to actually send a search party out for you for once.” Finn joked as Poe finally arrived, out of breath.

“I might ask Leia to knock me back down to Captain if it means I don’t have to sit through any more of those debriefs.” Poe huffed.

“I don’t know,” Finn shrugged. “Commander Dameron kind of flows better than Captain Dameron.”

“You think so?” Poe asked, leaning against the base’s exterior wall. “Alright I’ll keep it then.”

Finn studied his friend’s features. The planet’s three moons lit the sky so brightly it could compare to another planet’s daylight. Poe’s bronzed skin was practically glowing in the moonlight. He had his shirt sleeves rolled up, and his collar buttons open. Coolant in the command room must have been broken again.

“You’re from Yavin, right?” Finn asked suddenly.

“Fourth Moon of Yavin, born and raised.” Poe nodded. “You ever been?”

“Have I…no.” Finn shook his head. “I’ve heard it’s got massive jungles.”

“Yeah, sounds about right.” Poe agreed. “It’s muggy, large trees, but not as big as the ones on Keshyyyk. Why, you planning a trip?”

“No, I was just thinking about something someone said earlier.” Finn replied.

“Something someone said about home planets?” Poe pushed off the wall he’d leaning on. His lighthearted smirk changed to serious quickly. He tried to voice his concern in a delicate way. He didn’t want to offend Finn. “Is someone harassing you about not knowing your home planet? Because If they are…”

“No! No!” Finn interrupted him. “Nothing like that.” He was embarrassed to admit that he was still thinking about what Rose said earlier about gifting jackets. Finn took in a gulp of air before recounting to Poe that on some planets giving your jacket to someone is seen as a romantic advance. “So you know, I was just wondering if that was true on Yavin.”

“Oh.” Poe digested what Finn had said. He then remembered that the jacket that fit so perfectly on his best friend had once belonged to him. “Ohhhh.” Poe chose his next words carefully. “We didn’t have anything specific that I remember on Yavin 4, but you know if you’re trying to ask me out, Buddy, you could just do that. Jacket or not.”

Poe bit his lip. He’d hoped the suggestion came off as playful. If Finn wasn’t interested in him, he could easily flip it as a joke. But, well, if Finn was even remotely interested maybe that sort of line would be just the thing to tip the scales.

Finn was speechless. He’d waited so long for Poe to make the first move. Poe always made the first move. Poe made all the plans and did a lot of the talking. Maybe just this once he could be the one to act without thinking.

Finn stepped forward so suddenly, that Poe stepped back. Finn used this to his advantage. He moved even closer pinning Poe against the wall. Their hips crashed together. He thought he may have heard a moan escape Poe’s lips.

“I’m sorry, should I…” Finn pulled away, but a pair of hands were gripping his waist, pulling him close again.

“Kiss me.” Poe whispered.

[adelcrait]

I just finish all of your "Lost and Found" fanfic and I love it! I love your writing. its history, Luke and Anakin's relationship. All! I love all. I also like how Leia and Luke aren't siblings. I'd rather they weren't from the same family, as I can't imagine or appreciate Anakin being her father. Being Luke's dad already, I love it! I think it's because I like fathers taking care of their boys. I'm looking forward to more chapters! Have you ever thought of writing a story about Anakin meeting Luke earlier? Like, being a baby or a small child. Or even after everything that happened at the end of Star Wars, but while everyone thinks Darth Vader is dead, he is being taken care of by Luke?

Or even, Luke not being Padmé's son, but only Anakin's? Like, Luke is a miracle of the Force. Which made Anakin concede, as he was in a situation of great darkness, After everything that happened and he lost a lot of his body, so the Force gifted him with Luke. And unfortunately, Anakin has to hide it for quite some time of the others. As he tries to come to terms with everything his bizarre body went through on the gallows, he still has to protect his magic and wonderful son.

Sorry. these are great ideas I had in my head!

Thank you so much, anon!!!! I chose not to make Luke and Leia siblings in Lost and Found because, as you said, I have a hard time imagining Leia being Anakin’s daughter. I know it’s canon, and if I squint real hard I could see some similarities in personality, but it’s difficult (although it’s something I often think about). However, I can see Luke and Leia as siblings... but of different parents? In my head, and since I’m a big ROTJ fan, I associate Luke as Anakin and Padmé’s son, but Leia as Bail and Breha’s daughter... and I think Leia would be fine with that tbh.

I also love the trope of grumpy old men with repressed emotions being the parental figure of an overpowered child. My absolute favorite! Found Family! Angst! I eat that shit up!!!!!!!!!

As for your ideas,

“Have you ever thought of writing a story about Anakin meeting Luke earlier? Like, being a baby or a small child.” I have thought about this, but never wrote anything because I don’t know how to / don’t like writing children. All the Luke & Vader stories I have written (and never posted) have always been of Luke being at least in his late teens. This way they can talk about life, share opinions, train in the Force, argue about "grown-up" things, etc. I just can’t see that happening with young kids, and I haven’t seen a baby up close in probably decades. Although the idea of baby!Luke is really cute.

“Or even after everything that happened at the end of Star Wars, but while everyone thinks Darth Vader is dead, he is being taken care of by Luke?” OOOH I have read a lot of fics like this! It’s really angsty and bittersweet. Especially when they fix Vader’s torture machine (his suit) and Vader slowly starts to physically heal. I don’t think I’m writing this because of the problems Luke would have to go through: restoring democracy, pretending that Vader is dead, taking care of Vader somewhere the Rebellion can’t find them, processing everything that has happened… I feel like it would be a lot. Also, I don’t really know what mental situation Vader would be in this scenario. From the post-rotj Vader!Lives AU fics that I've read, Vader is miserable and thinks he doesn’t deserve "redemption" because the only good thing that he’s done was killing the Emperor, so it’s hard to get him out of that stupor. Even now just thinking about how I would write Vader's internal monologue is sending me into hell loops of mental acrobatics that I don’t know how to untangle. It’s definitely an interesting idea, that’s for sure. If you want fic recs with this idea, tell me!

“Or even, Luke not being Padmé's son, but only Anakin's? Like, Luke is a miracle of the Force.” Now, this!!!!!!!!! I think even in canon we can agree that Luke is a miracle of the Force. He’s an eldritch type of cryptid with a power that can shatter entire planets if he’s not careful. Blame his dad, sure. Maybe Padmé’s humanity is the only thing that’s preventing him from going full God Final Boss Mode. See it this way: if Anakin is the literal child of the Force, but still had a biological human mother, can you imagine how batshit powerful Luke would be if the Force created this child and based the genetics on The Anakin-fucking-Skywalker, the first eldritch horror monster of the galaxy? I’m literally shaking just thinking about it. Luke would be unstoppable.

...Also it would be hilarious if Luke was a toddler and accidentally exploded a spaceship because he threw a tantrum or something. I think it would be interesting seeing him grow up and adjust his powers to a non-destructive and functional level. That is, if Anakin is not a Sith in this AU. If Vader is raising him…. well, I don’t think the galaxy would be seeing peace any time soon... or Luke would still grow up to be good because he’s the literal manifestation of the Force and the Force has had enough of Vader’s bullshit… Yeah anon, I agree, this idea is super cool.

I admit that I’m guilty of overusing the Force in my stories, but these two are literal space wizards that are capable of so so so many cool things that my brain is salivating at the creative possibilities. 

Thank you for this ask! Have a nice day wherever you are!!!!!!!<3

[tarisilmarwen]

The epic conclusion to Sad Jedi Man Hours!

I have no idea how I’m supposed to function at work today, this show has destroyed me so many times.

Okay okay okay.

Let’s go.

Oooh looks like we’re back on Tatooine, oh good, can we see baby Luke?

Baby Luke pretty please?

FRICK, REVA IS ALREADY THERE.  NO NO NO NO NOOOOOO.

(How the heck did she get there so fast?)

(No really, have Obi-Wan and the Path Rebels just been fleeing through realspace this whole damn time?)

Ahhhhh so they’ve been fixing the hyperdrive offscreen and running away from the Star Destroyer in realspace.

Or not.

Okay, now, see, this is basically the TLJ chase plot.  They’re going to either lose shields and have to surrender or the Star Destroyer is going to run them out of fuel.

Probably the shields first, if Roken’s grim assessment is any indicator.

Nnf, Reva moving at the speed of plot is going to bug me, sorry.

Awwwww Leia is entertaining another kid with Lola!

BABY LUKE BABY LUKE BABY LUKE SKAJFKJFH.

HE’S SO PRECIOUS.

LOOK AT HIM.

MY SON.

Ahhh the rando is gonna warn Owen, good good.  Nice to see people looking out for each other.

Obi-Wan stepping up to protect the people aaaaaah!

Hi Beru!

Oh ho ho badass Beru with the rifle!

Hugs!

Awww.

Obi-Wan talking to Qui-Gon again. :(

Anakin, honey, your obsession is gonna be your undoing.

EVERY TIME WE CUT BACK TO TATOOINE MY ANXIETY SKYROCKETS.

FRICK HIS LITTLE FACE.

Grand looks so annoyed with Vader lol.

This a new planet or is it Jabiim again?

It’s probably Jabiim again.

Awww Leia left Lola with him.

(For an excuse to see him again I’m sure lol.)

REVA DON’T YOU DARE.

Ooof she sounds exhausted and barely holding together.

SORESU.

THE SORESU STANCE.

AAAAAAAH!

I am loving all the callbacks.

Ohhhhhh frick, Reva be hitting all the buttons on my primal Home Invader fears.  hhhhnghhgnghgh

GO OWEN!  GO BERU!

Vader be a beast in this ha ha.

Oh poor Owen looks terrified.  I can’t blame him.

Giving a good fight tho.

RUN RUN RUN BABY LUKE RUN!

DON’T YOU DARE REVA.

LEAVE HIM ALOOOONE!

C’mon Obi-Wan get out of that rock pile, baby Luke needs you.

HE FLASHBACKS TO THE TWINS.

FAKSJFAHKFH

GO OBI-WAN GO!

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

YEEEEEEEAAAAAAH!

Oh jeez, going for the chest machinery, smart choice.

Someone has watched Rebels and is going for pretty much all the parallels, lolol.

I EXPECT ALL THE GIFSETS PEOPLE.

GET ON IT.

FRIIIIIIIIIIIIICK MY HEART.

THE PARALLELS.

“IT’S LIKE POETRY IT RHYMES.”

“Then my friend is truly dead.”

“THEN MY FATHER IS TRULY DEAD.”

I’M DEAD YOU KIDDING?!

FRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCK.

DAMMIT.

I WILL NOT CRY OVER THIS.

I WON’T.

Oh no, now we gotta cut back to the drama on Tatooine hhmmhmmhmfffff *muffled screams*

NO.

REVA DON’T YOU DARE.

DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH UNCONSCIOUS BABY LUKE.

SHE CAN’T DO IT.

SHE CAN’T DO IT ALL SHE SEES IS HERSELF.

YESSSSSSSS.

And she brought him back.

*SOBS FOREVER*

SHE COULDN’T DO IT, SHE COULDN’T KILL HIM.

OKAY NOW I’M GONNA CRY.

Poor Reva. :(

Frick this scene.

Ah ha more call forwards.

Lemme just... roll in this hope and lightness and beauty for a moment.

Welp, time to stop living in the cave lol.

Hi baby Luke.

“You want to meet him?”

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF--

NOPE I AM DECEASED.

CANNOT EVEN.

FAHKSFDJAHKSFHA

AND QUI-GON FAHKSFJAHSKF

*SOBBING*

Right, so now that my emotions are completely destroyed yet again, I’m going to try to function.

Wish me luck.

[gurguliare]

do you have any ideas for how a Good version of TLJ might have gone? Assuming TFA stayed the same

Okay here I have summarized a convoluted revised version of TLJ for you, keeping as much of the plot skeleton as possible. What I am proposing is not so much a “Good” version as a “trashy version I would have enjoyed.” I feel comfortable in the knowledge that no one is going to read to the end of this read more.

Rey plot: have the initial focus/mystery be the fact that Luke having voluntarily cut himself off from the Force, and the “darkness” on the island then is some kind of very literal dissociated embodiment of his trauma, or whatever; like, Rey talks to Luke and gets nothing from him, Rey goes to the kelp pit and gets the same traumatic memory projector effect as she got from the lightsaber but x1000. Kelp pit is grief pit. Also instead of the porgs retrieving the lightsaber it would have washed up in the sea cave there, obviously. Also logically the pit should be under the tree/temple/whatever, I don’t know why the pit wouldn’t be under the tree. OH maybe there is no tree and Luke destroyed it years ago lmao. And is like, somewhat sheepish about this, but not that sheepish. Luke gives an actual cogent argument for why the Jedi need to end + a description of what it’s like to be submerged in the Force and be tempted, constantly, by the ‘destiny’ the Force recommends, even after having already failed—he wanted to restart the school! He dreamed of finding other children to replace the dead students! He couldn’t bear the hope, so he cut himself off. Rey: “… it’s nothing like that for me. are you sure that was the Force. btw there’s a mirror underground here and it hates you.” The ROTJ parallel isn’t Luke and Vader / Rey and Kylo, it’s Rey distractedly, bemusedly saving Luke.

(As far as the Kylo backstory goes, uhhhh, my problem is that I really LIKE “Kylo thought Luke was going to kill him” from the Kylo side, it’s a classic fucked-up thing triggers massively fucked-up reaction type scenario, my favorite, but I Just. Cannot. Do It. with any amount of finagling. on Luke’s. And all the stopgaps I’m coming up with are ridiculous. “Snoke makes a projection of Luke attack Kylo, foreshadowing Luke’s projection of himself at the end” “Snoke makes a projection of SNOKE attack Luke, Kylo tries to ‘defend’ Luke and accidentally blows up the temple, foreshadowing his failure to blow up Luke’s projection at the end” These are all so bad. I’m realizing that I cut the Luke-projecting-himself element. Maybe uhhhhhh Luke realized that Snoke had been tampering with Ben’s mind and tried to temporarily cut off Ben’s access to the Force >_ Or asked Ben to close off the Force and Ben interpreted that as a threat, rapidly escalated things into a physical confrontation, pretty much accidentally did serious injury to Luke, and then panicked? I don’t know that’s still pretty shitty but I like the idea of this then leading to the world’s most melodramatic self-punishment on the subject, also could tie into “the vanity of the Jedi, thinking they own the Force!”)

0k that’s my tentative proposition. Luke explains this to Rey in five minutes or less, she’s like, “bye,” jumps down the hole. She is crying the whole time for reasons probably. For the record, I would keep a lot of the stuff with Kylo’s and her minds being bridged, or at least I would keep the fact of them being linked all throughout her time on the island—actually, wait, I got it, Kylo is one of the things waiting on the other side of Luke’s severed bonds, so when she goes to the pit she accidentally picks up on that. BTW the Force speech Luke gives her would be all about “bonds” and would be MUCH more Orson Scott Card as a consequence. So now Kylo’s manipulation to the tune of, When I was a child, the galaxy was so silent. Mother was there, and Uncle Luke was there, and everywhere else, silence. Don’t you know what it’s like to be alone? Imagine if someone had asked you—to shut your ears—and she’s like I STAYED ON JAKKU FOR 23 YEARS and smashes the mirror

Luke, extremely Force-hungover: oh

AND THUS, HUT EXPLOSION.

Then Rey and Luke have some kind of excitable shouted conversation in the pouring rain where Luke is like “he’s looking for me!” “YEAH, HE’S LOOKING FOR YOU.” “no, you don’t understand—he’s looking for me!” “HE’S LOOKING AT YOU RIGHT NOW, ACTUALLY.” “but he wasn’t—he disappeared for years! he did take my advice, in the worst way possible! i feel so connected!” “ARGHHHHH”

luke + rey pilot the millennium falcon resistanceward, she discovers he is also a backseat driver

Finn plot: I assumed in the first five minutes of the movie that the way the First Order was “tracking” the Resistance was through Finn, and I still think that makes the most sense/offers the easiest dramatic tension. I mean it’s cheap but whatever this is still a hypothetical Disney movie we’re talking about. Uh… I don’t know there are a bunch of directions you could take this but like … I guess playing on Rose’s initial hero-worship of Finn, make it a thing where… mm. Finn convinces her that the reason he’s sneaking onto an escape pod is because he’s nobly trying to save the Resistance by removing his implanted tracking beacon from the ship (there is no such device and he’s making this up, to the best of his knowledge); she comes up with the plan to uncouple the devices on-site, if they can sneak aboard the ship, because he’s Finn and it’s so important that he escape finally and for real! he makes up a bunch of mumbo-jumbo about First Order security and an expert codebreaker who might be their only hope, planning to lose her on Canto Bight; on Canto Bight, they have some uncomfortable conversation about growing up as slaves and the appeal of the Resistance, Finn maybe assuming that Rose joined for her sister’s sake? wrongly, blah blah extended annoying conversation about how there’s protecting the actual person and then there’s protecting the things that person would want to protect; Lando Calrissian arrests them for parking violations halfway through the conversation, which continues in the prison, where small child jailers throw bones and debris at them; he tries to ditch her in the confusion of the prisonbreak, she catches up to him and is Very Betrayed; then the First Order scoops them up because it turns out they were using Finn to track the Resistance, and the reason they managed to do so even at lightspeed was because Kylo Ren could detect Finn’s force signature. Because of how Force-sensitive Finn is.

Cue tragicomic re-recruitment sequence in which we POSSIBLY meet some of the other Knights of Ren, and also, Phasma is there, “helping.” Phasma: it’ll be just like endurance training! You LOVED endurance training! You did so well on all your diagnostics! Finn: …………………….

Finally Kylo kicks everyone else out and is very casually like hey are you and Rey force-bonded because for some reason she’s stopped talking to me and I’d really love to consult her about somethinggggg, I was wondering if she’d trust me more if I already had your support! Don’t you want revenge? I’m going to kill Snoke. It turns out my uncle loved me!

Finn: should you just say that

Kylo: I’ve been thinking it every day for the past fifteen years so I doubt he’s too worried

Finn: DO YOU NOT SEE THE ISSUE HERE

then unfortunately right at that moment he does actually hear Rey’s voice in his head. Some prior buildup with Rey actively reaching out toward Finn before that and being SUPER FRUSTRATED to constantly get Kylo. Rey: Finn, don’t worry, Master Luke has a plan, we’re coming for you! We’re .… . . crashlanding in the main docking bay and being arrested. Oh my g

I’m basically picturing Luke, like, uselessly draped over several stormtroopers’ unwilling arms because he’s so high on being In Tune With The Force Again, and oh btw the stormtroopers received orders to toss Luke to Kylo but bring Rey straight to Snoke—Kylo: fuck!!! He weirdly ignores Luke, seeming satisfied now that he’s gotten his validation from him. So then Finn and Luke are left alone under guard and Kylo storms off to confront Snoke.

Luke: mmmmmmmm. huh. hello.

Finn: Hey quick q if I’m so fucking Force-sensitive why can’t I read minds and control people’s wills

Luke: [surprised voice] Can’t you? I thought you didn’t want to

Finn: OH MY GOD, I HATE YOU PEOPLE

Luke: Or I could blow up all the electronics in this room, hold on

(later in the chase sequence finn mindcontrols hux and is like “oh god it was so SLIMY like holding an eel”)

Probably some dumb climax where Snoke makes a pitch to Rey re: Luke not training her, which is a true established thing in this version of TLJ, and tells Rey to kill Kylo because he (Snoke) can only afford one apprentice. Rey: are u serious, I actually kind of don’t want to murder him at this point, it seems like a lot of hassle. I want to learn, and you and Luke both suck—Kylo won’t you teach me

(Luke as Finn hauls him across, likely, a catwalk: Do you remember feeling like you couldn’t fit in, like you were always different? The one person you knew who wasn’t part of a whole?

Finn: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Luke: I’ll tell you a secret. That’s because you’re part of something bigger. Something much bigger than your squad, or Hux’s army, or even the Resistance. But you already knew that, didn’t you?

Finn: is it the jedi.

Luke: no. NO. i said BIGGER)

To be fair to Rian Johnson, I have no clue how to write a satisfying multipart star wars climax. something something where Kylo explodes grandpa’s lightsaber in order to finish off Snoke, and I guess takes unconscious Rey prisoner, is realistically how I would end this?? The triumphant Lando-restocked Resistance decloaks, but the First Order fleet turns tail and runs after a few rounds? Finn deliberately uses the Force to find Rose and trace a (reluctant, angry) path through the disintegrating star destroyer, goes with Luke and Rose on the Millennium Falcon, having fought off Phasma but sort of in a hurry? Rose maybe killed Hux? Idk what the reasoning for Finn agreeing to leave Rey would be, other than I guess “the awareness that Kylo wants to use him to manipulate her, however ineptly.” Rose probs involved somehow. Rose: It’s still important that you escaped. Finn: I HAVEN’T GOTTEN AWAY ONCE

end scene where Finn has just finished an offscreen argument with Luke about Luke training him in the Force, and therefore comes to Leia

end-end scene where they all hear Rey’s voice at once because she picked up telepathic specialization from Snoke, because it’s traditional that Rey gain wild new Force powers in every movie purely through observation.

end-end-end scene where Luke has an audibly two-sided argument with Anakin’s ghost behind a closed door (“I’m not the last Jedi. I should have been, but I’m not. It’s my duty—” “what duty. it’s been ten years you haven’t answered my calls” “Daaad.”)

Start of the next movie: Kylo: You know, I used our telepathic bond to mislead Snoke. Rey: cool, don’t care. Kylo: It is ironic because of how he used that same bond to manipulate me. Rey: RED MEN ARE GLISTENING

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Poe plot: Can someone else do this one

[the-little-ewok]

24 and/or 26 for Poe 🥺

P.S. your writing is so beautiful. I love it so much. 😘

The Mission Brief Poe Dameron X G/N Reader (Fluff prompt) Word count : 1400 (ish) Warnings: Banter and fluff Rating: T Summary: Poe tells you about your next mission and it isn't what you expect... Prompt 24/26 (from fluff prompts): "Your hair is really soft." & "Are you blushing?"

A/N : Thank you for your lovely note about my writing! And for sending me a prompt for my favorite :) I hope you like this!

There has been no beta on this, so sorry for any mistakes (feel free to point them out and I'll fix it)

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You can't help it, it's just too tempting not to. Poe is so engrossed in the data pad he has balanced on the controls, you know he has no idea you've wandered into the cockpit and crept up on him. Taking both hands you run them through his dark curls, scuffing up his hair.

"Hey! Get off." He turns to glare at you, slapping your hands away. Laughing, you unceremoniously throw yourself into the co-pilot seat, as he goes back to reading. "The next time you do that, I'm putting you out the airlock." He grumbles in warning.

"But I can't help myself, Poe. Your hair is really soft. I just have to touch it. It's like a compulsion." You laugh as he huffs. The first time you'd ruffled up his hair, he'd looked fit to murder you, but now his words held no conviction, and you can see the start of a smile, hiding at the edge of his lips. "What are you reading?"

"Mission briefing details. Where's BB? " You can feel him watching you from the corner of his eye, as you start to spin back and forth on the chair, staring at the blur of glittering stars through the transparisteel, as you travel to your destination.

"Charging. Don't worry dad, your kid is fine! No need to stress," You tease as you spin. Throwing out his foot he catches the edge of the chair, jolting you to a stop, and preventing you moving as he runs a hand through his hair.

"Leave it. It looks good messed up." You say softy. Poe raises his eyebrows and drops his hand. I should not have said that.

"So… uh...mission details? Anything I need to know?" You change the subject quickly, not yet quite ready to go down that flight path with him, despite the fact you know it's the entire reason Leia forced you on this mission.

You'd protested that you absolutely did not want to spend any extended amount of time with the cocky, self-centered pilot, who listened to nobody but himself. But she'd given you a knowing smile, and sent you anyway. It had taken a few awkward days and arguments for you to soften to each other, a couple of weeks to fully relax, and eventually you had realised your judgments of him may have been a little hasty.

Surprisingly, you'd found him to have a quiet confidence rather than cocky, considerate rather than self-centered and you couldn't remember anything you ever said, that he couldn't repeat back to you, word for word, even when it seemed like he wasn't listening. The only problem was that you had softened to him, just a little too much. Maybe a lot too much, you consider as you watch him flipping the data pad around in his hands, distracted by the way his fingers let it go, only to easily catch it again. The same fingers that had accidently brushed your thigh this morning at the table, leaving a searing heat behind. The same fingers you thought about in so many other situations.

The same fingers that are now tapping the data pad against your leg, dragging you out of your daydream. Your eyes snap back to his, realising he's been talking and you've taken none of it in.

"Sorry, say that again." Poe rolls his eyes, but repeats himself without protest.

"I said, there is something important you should know, but I'm not sure how you're going to feel about it." He pauses, waiting to make sure you're listening this time. You give him a nod. "The place we are going to, has some very strict rules that we have to adhere to while we are there. I mean, they won't even let us land unless we agree to it." You nod again. It's not unexpected for planets so far out to have unusual customs, so this doesn't come as any surprise.

"So what? We have to learn a dance or some ritual thing? Do we need to sing? Actually no, don't ask me to do that. Nobody needs that!" You laugh.

"I don't know, you sounded alright in the shower this morning?" You stare at him, your mouth falling open. "What? It's not soundproof. I thought you knew that?" Involuntarily your fingers tighten on the chair arms, wondering what else he's heard from the tiny shower room. If he has, he thankfully chooses not to bring it up.

"Mission. Information. What do I need to know?" You remind him after a long moment of silence.

"Oh. Yeah." Nodding to himself Poe checks the data pad information again. "Says they have a strict policy on clothes. That being that...uh… they don't have any." He must catch the confused look on your face, and he shifts awkwardly on his chair. "As in… we can't wear any either."

"I…Wh....Are you serious?" You can feel the heat creeping up into your face as the information sinks in. Not that you hadn't been naked in front of people before, but the thought of being naked in front of him, has your fingers tapping nervously against the chair. Not that the thought hadn't entered your mind of late, probably only a thousand times or more, the longer you spent with him. But there was no way you could possibly do this. Not with him. Not now.

"Are you blushing?" There's a teasing edge to his voice which only makes your cheeks burn more. You desperately try to push down the awkward feelings, concerned he's going to see them written all over your face.

"No! It's just warm in here. Are you sure you've read the information right? I mean… we can't wear anything… at all?" You swallow hard, looking anywhere but at him.

"Nope! I mean, I'd let you stay on the ship but I think I'm really going to need the help getting them on side. Are you going to be alright with this? Obviously we can keep it purely professional." His eyes flick between yours, as you pull your gaze reluctantly back to him. For a moment you think of how sweet it is; That he seems to be worried, that he's checking how ok you are with this, that he actually cares about your level of comfort.

"Um...yeah. Yeah of course. Why wouldn't I be? It's what we have to do right. We can be professionals about this." You shrug trying to act nonchalant while your heart hammers in your chest, your mind racing, trying to think how you were going to hide your feelings. A twitch of his lips into the start of a smile catches your attention And the longer you look at him the more suspicious he becomes. You start to notice that he's trying very hard not to laugh.

Jumping up, you snatch the data pad out of his fingers, bringing up the briefing information, right as he dissolves into howling laughter. Scanning through the planet and mission information, you notice there isn't a single thing he's said that's true.

"You...ugh! Kriffin asshole!" You complain, throwing the data pad down into his lap. "So, you just lied about everything!"

"I really expected you to see through it straight away. You should have seen your face." He positively beams at you, evidently proud of his own joke. Sitting back down you fold your arms, and pushing your foot against the console, spin your chair away to stare out of the window. Biting back your amusement, you contemplate how you let yourself fall for that so easily. You're almost a little proud of him for it as well.

"I don't want to talk to you for the rest of the trip." You try to keep your voice serious, but you know he can hear the laughter that you are trying desperately to hide. There's the sound of rustling fabric as he gets up, and a second later your chair is spun around. Poe kneels down and leans his arms on your legs, his eyes crinkling in the corners as he grins up at you.

"Are you annoyed because you fell for that or," He pauses with a tilt of his head as he studies you. "Are you annoyed because you don't get to see me naked?"

"Poe!" Heat flares across your face again as you look down at him. He looks up at you with an innocent expression.

"You're definitely blushing now." He observes with a soft smile. He opens his mouth to say more but a low beeping fills the cockpit, signaling a need for manual flight takeover as you reach your destination. Poe jumps back into his chair and takes over with practiced ease, while you take a moment to slow your stuttering heart.

After a quiet moment he speaks again, keeping his eyes trained on the transparisteel, taking you by surprise. "When we get back home I'm taking you on a date." It's a statement, not a question. You don't protest, but nor do you tell him about the flash of excitement you have at the prospect. Instead you simply turn your chair away, so he won't see the smile on your face. Yes, you had softened to Poe Dameron, just a little too much.

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Cancelled-Dream Was Taken

A/N: Surprise bitch. Weren’t we expecting for me to release mcyt fanfics soon? If I didn’t tag my usual @‘s it’s because idk if you’d like to be tagged for mcyt content.

Pronouns: she/her

Word Count: 2.3k+

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"You're so harsh on him!" Her hands sat on the keyboard, staring at the green human that stood on Y/n's computer screen.

She needed to be careful. While this was a heated moment, she couldn't let herself get too loud for multiple reasons. If she got too loud, Dream's stream viewers would be able to tell she was in the next room or they would just receive noise complaints from their neighbors.

"No Y/n! You're too soft on him! He needs to learn that he can't get away with everything. You're setting him up for failure." As the h/c girl listened to her roommate speak, she had to remind herself over and over again; 'This wasn't real.' Dream was mad, not Clay.

This had all been arranged as roleplay. Y/n would be leaving in a few days to go visit some of her family for a reunion, so Wilbur had been the one to think up the brilliant idea of what was playing out now; an argument between Y/n and Dream. The plan was to have Y/n get so upset she didn't log onto the SMP for the next few days, only to come back with a master plan to backstab Dream.

At first, Clay wasn't really on board with the thought of him getting angry at Y/n. They had been together for a little over a year, there wasn't a single moment they had gotten upset with one another. But surprisingly, Y/n had been the one to convince Clay it was a good idea.

The fans knew Dream and Y/n had a close friendship, Dream had always been so protective of her. But when this was going down, they didn't know how to act.

Every time Y/n would glance at her chat, she'd see thousands of comments rising up as new ones appeared. Comment after comment, it looked like the fans were shocked by the way this stream was turning out.

"I'm not setting him up for anything! He's a kid, Dream!" Y/n glanced from the chat,  back at the screen showing her PC game. Standing on her screen was Dream and Tommyinnit, she had accompanied Dream to visit Tommy.

"You're just babying him! 'He's a kid!' Well, he needs to learn to grow up eventually," his voice had been filled with such spite. It felt weird to hear Clay speaking to her like this in such a tone.

For a moment, she stared at the green man before a short scoff escaped her lips. "I can't believe you." With that, Y/n had pressed a few keys, turning her character towards the nether portal a couple of yards away. Before Dream had gotten the chance to speak again, Y/n began to move away.

"Y/n! Come back here!"

She flicked a few buttons, taking a moment to look behind her character to see Dream following. Good, everything was going according to plan. Within the next few minutes, she'd be able to log off and she'd be on vacation for the next few days.

The h/c girl ignored the green man as she stepped through the portal, taking her to Minecraft's version of hell. Almost done, she just needed to find a good spot to stop as she listened to Dream continue to speak.

"You can't keep ignoring me! You know I'm right in this. You know you can't keep defending Tommy. You know Tommy is driving a wedge between us-"

Perfect. Y/n had stopped just on the edge of a bridge, molten lava sat feet below them. If she fell, she'd surely die. "No."

"No?" Dream was a bit surprised to hear Y/n cut him off, but he stayed silent as he was prepared to listen to what she had to say.

"No. No more. I don't wanna hear you blame Tommy for us breaking apart. I want you to listen to me. You've been acting like much more of a dick than usual and I hate it. I despise it. You've changed for the worst because you think you can step on everyone. At this point, everyone fears to tell you the truth-except me. I'll be a hundred percent honest with you, you've been so egotistical, it's really pissed me off. This is your fault, Dream. Not Tommy's. You exiled a child for pulling a prank on a vacation house! Not even George's real house!"

"But-"

"Shut the fuck up. I'm done, but I don't wanna hear you bullshit me. So shut the fuck up."

A moment of silence passed between them as Y/n stared at her screen. Just a few more steps.

And within seconds, Dream had pulled out his netherite sword. With one hit, she was falling back into lava. Y/n glanced at her chat, a look of shock on her face as she read over what a few comments said. A moment of silent tension had passed before Y/n had finally spoken up, removing her from the voice chat she was in.

"Alright guys, I guess that's enough for the day. I'll see you all... later." With that, she had clicked a few buttons, raiding Dream's live-stream as she ended hers.

For the next 20 to 30 minutes, Y/n knew Clay would be busy streaming. So she had decided to take a bit of time to wind down and think to herself.

Get a glass of water.

'Are the fans harassing him in his twitch chat?'

Sit down on the living room couch.

'The SMP fans were always so protective of me.'

Pet Patches.

'Was I too much when I snapped at him?'

It didn't seem like 30 minutes had passed when Clay had walked out of his streaming room, only to find Y/n on the couch with Patches in her lap. "Hey, N/n." "Oh, your stream is already over?" Y/n smiled, pulling herself out of her thoughts as she scoot over, giving Clay room to take a seat right by her.

"Yeah, did you lose track of time or something?"

"I must've. How did the chat react after I 'died'?" She smiled up at her boyfriend as he wrapped an arm over her shoulders, pulling her closer into his embrace.

"Everyone was filled with joy that you died."-Y/n playfully swatted at him. "Okay, okay! I got a few chat messages of people bashing me for it, but it's fine."

"Well, it's a good thing the chat wasn't completely littered with hate. How was it after my raid?"

"Honestly, not that bad as you expect. Like I said, just a few comments. Nothing bad, I just ignored it." Clay placed a hand on Patches's head, gently scratching her, followed by the animal beginning to purr.

"Good to hear, anyways... I'm not ready to pack. Do you think we can procrastinate?" The h/c girl let out a huff leaning against her boyfriend. "How?"

"I was thinking a bit of movie binging, cuddling, and ordering dinner?" A cheeky smile spread on her face as she spoke.

"It's like you read my mind."

The couple had made it through three movies, by now it was later at night. The sun had set and they had already door dashed some food. By now they were in the middle of watching 'The Empire Strikes Back.'

'I love you.' 'I know.'

The iconic moment between Hans and Leia had been interrupted by the sound of Clay's phone buzzing. "Why is George calling?"

"What?" Y/n was a bit curious herself. Considering the timezones, George should be asleep right now. Pausing the TV, she turned her attention to her boyfriend's phone.

"Hey Clay."

"What's up, George? Isn't it like early in the morning for you?" Clay raised a brow, moving his phone so Y/n would be able to see George as well.

"Yeah, I had to stay up to fix a YouTube video I need to get out today. I was about to go to bed and I checked Twitter-"

"Oh no." Clay made a short joke, only to be cut off by his friend.

"I don't know if it's trending for you in America, but you might as well look."

"What's going on?" He swiped up, taking him to his home screen so he could click on the little blue bird app. Y/n had grabbed her phone from the coffee table, opening up the app as well. "#Cancel Dream... #Y/n... #Dream SMP"

"Is... is Clay getting canceled for killing me in Minecraft?" Y/n scrolled through the tweets involving the hashtag 'Y/n.' She could see plenty of people defending her, but making it much bigger of a problem than it actually was.

"Oh, hey Y/n. But yeah, he is." George chuckled awkwardly, scrolling through his Twitter app as well.

"This is so fucking stupid."

"It really is. So we might as well get this cleared up with the fans as soon as possible. Do you want me to tweet something, or do you want to?" Y/n looked up at her boyfriend, it looked like he was thinking.

"Yeah, I'll tweet it. Don't worry about this, Y/n."

"Alright, whatever you say," she replied, pulling a blanket over her as she waited for Clay to finish typing his response.

"Here's what I'm gonna say: 'I can't believe you guys actually think me and @(y/n) are in an actual fight in real life. We have been good friends since forever, the fight was only roleplay. I love that you guys are so protective of Y/n, but no one's actually upset.' How's that sound?"

"I think that's good," George hummed softly.

"Yeah, I doubt you'll stay 'canceled' once you've explained to them it was all part of the SMP lore." The h/c girl smiled up at her boyfriend with a small nod.

"Alright, I'm gonna post it. George, I think you should go to bed because you're half asleep already."

Y/n turned, looking at her boyfriend's iPhone. "Go to sleep, Gogy!"

"Alright, alright... I'll talk to you guys later." The call had ended with Clay and Y/n saying goodbye to their friend while George simply yawned to them as a response.

As soon as the call was over, Clay looked at the response to his tweet. It didn't seem to be going too well. There had been a few fans who understood what was going on and responded with a paragraph as an apology for the misunderstanding. But most replies had been telling Clay he was bullshitting the fans or that he wasn't being honest.

"I'm sorry, Clay," his girlfriend had huffed as she read through the responses to his tweet.

"Honestly I'm just a bit pissed off. Literally, any time someone tries to 'cancel' me, it's over something stupid. I'm not a bad guy, it just feels like some people just don't want to see me succeed." Clay had excused himself to grab a glass of water from the kitchen.

It hurt Y/n to hear how upset her boyfriend was. He never got too upset over things, but seemed to take a small toll on him. "Hold on. Let me say something." The h/c girl couldn't be asked to post multiple tweets of her response to hate sent towards Clay over the internet. So what was better than a short video that could be posted to the blue bird app?

"Um, hey guys. I'd just like to make this quick. Stop sending hate towards Dream. The fight was roleplay and nothing more. I'm gonna be busy for the next couple of days so Wilbur thought of a good idea to help build SMP lore with me and Dream and we both agreed to the argument. Now stop sending the green man hate, or I'll commit war crimes or something-"

Y/n had been interrupted by the sound of Clay letting out a small giggle. "What? What did I say?"

"Nothing, just keep going with your video."

"Whatever, I'm cool. No matter what Dream says. Anyways, I'll speak to you all later." Y/n had hit the red button again, ending her video. Within seconds, the video had been uploaded to her Twitter account.

Placing her phone back down on the table, Y/n approached her boyfriend, wrapping her arms around his torso. "I'm really sorry about the hate, Clay. I love you."

"Don't apologize for something you can't control. I love you more." The brunette held his partner close, accepting her hug. Y/n always loved his hugs, she always felt so safe in his embrace.

The rest of the night had been spent with more cuddling and more Star Wars movies. Hours had passed before Y/n had even thought about the Twitter situation again. But for some reason, she had decided to look at the app again tonight.

It was 2 in the morning by now, Clay was half asleep. His head laid in the h/c girl's lap as she brushed a hand through his hair, her free hand opening up her Twitter app once again.

It had been a bit of a surprise to see a couple of trending hashtags had changed so quickly. What was trending now was #Dream, #Y/n,#(ship name), and #Dream's Laugh. This had to be about Y/n's short clip she posted. And by the looks of it, people had stopped acting so harsh towards Clay. But instead, they had decided to focus on the fact Dream and Y/n were hanging out together. Not to mention the fact Dream and let out a stupid little giggle because of Y/n. People had been apologizing to him through Twitter for being so hard on him.

"Babe."

"Hm?" Clay mumbled, not bothering to open his eyes.

"Pretty much everyone is apologizing to you over Twitter for being hardasses."

"Hm, that's good to hear."

"You're really tired, huh?" Y/n paused her scrolling to look down at her boyfriend.

"Yeah," He continued to mumble, followed by a short yawn.

"Alright, time for bed, babe." Y/n smiled to herself, beginning to carefully move away from Clay. "I can pack tomorrow and we can laugh over the stupid bird app tomorrow after you've gotten a good amount of sleep."

"I still can't believe Twitter tried canceling me over roleplay."

"I can't believe you got uncancelled by shippers."

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[vanishedangels]

Clan of Warriors

Summary: While rebuilding Mandalore, Mand'alor Din Djarin is questioned by his people because of his beliefs and origins. In the dawn of a civil war, the council resolves that The Mand'alor must join in marriage with someone close to Bo-Katan Kryze. He's forced to marry Koska Reeves and accept a loveless union. In the meantime, Din is having a secret relationship with his son's Master, Jedi Luke Skywalker, his dream of having his own clan of warriors is about to fade away.

I wrote this fic a year ago, that's why the TBOBF events are not considered.

Pairing: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker

Characters: Din Djarin, Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Leia Organa, Cara Dune, Koska Reeves, Bo-Katan Kryze, Axe Woves.

Rating: Mature (Rating will change)

Warnings: None.

Tags: Canon compliant, Post Season 2 Finale, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Friends To Lovers, Fluff, Angst, Demisexual Din Djarin, Top Luke Skywalker, Bottom Din Djarin, Top Din Djarin, Bottom Luke Skywalker, Protective Din Djarin, BAMF Luke Skywalker, Adorable Baby Yoda, Sassy Leia Organa, More Tags To Be Added.

Chapters: 4/?

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Chapter 4: Infatuation

Din felt like his stomach was turning into a rock, Grogu's suffering was the worst thing in the world to him.

"Oh, but the time he spent with you... Oh boy, that's very detailed." Luke tried to change Din's humour.

Din chuckled "Oh... He showed you. What did he show you?"

"Something about a krayt dragon, maybe." The little Jedi was a total tease right now, pulling faces and closing his eyes. He even jostled Din in the process, and Din was delighted. "Something about a mudhorn's egg... And Jawas disappearing like in a magic trick." And he rested his hand on Din's thigh plate.

Grogu was sitting on the table as Din carefully fixed the baby's robes, they were white and purple and the colours suited Grogu so well. Din smiled, his heart was full of joy "Look at you, little womp rat, you look like a Coruscant brat." Grogu cooed merrily.

A knock on the door.

Din answered the door. The little Jedi was in front of them "Mand'alor! Grogu!" He smiled "Are you ready for a little walk?

No, Din wasn't. He hated the idea, but it meant spending some time with the Jedi and he really liked the idea. "Yes" Naturally, he lied.

When they were walking down the street, Din was getting really anxious, the three of them were surrounded by people, he was desperate to secure Grogu into his arms, thinking of all the moves he needed to make in order to draw his blaster and shoot the kriff out of anyone who tried something against the child.

Luke didn't notice, or so it seemed, he was happily telling them about the different street levels, the artificial light, the stores and the food, the attractions, like some weird calamari ballet with fluids, Din didn't understand that part.

Then Luke looked at a bookstore and there it was, an old propaganda pin-up, a young Luke Skywalker in his orange jumpsuit. "Oh, for force's sake. I can't believe it." He said under his breath as he covered his face with one hand.

Din stared at the picture. It was Luke, of course, a different Luke, but still. But he looked so young, and tiny, his hair was lighter and he was so gorgeous. Orange was his colour, Din thought as a smile appeared on his face. But then he realized that there was a huge difference between that boy and the man standing beside him, his eyes looked sad now. "You were a fly boy?"

Luke snorted "Hey! I was a pilot! I'm still are. Thank you for selling me so short!" He laughed.

"Sorry, mandalorian things." He was a little embarrassed. "How old were you there?" He asked pointing at the picture.

"I was nineteen."

And now Din felt like a creep. He was finding a nineteen years old boy attractive? "How old are you?"

Luke smiled "Twenty-nine". Good, Din thought in relief.

Then people were pushing against them and Din couldn't help it anymore "I hate it here!"

"I must confess that I hate Coruscant too." Luke said, then he looked at Grogu "Mand'alor, what if we ordered some food and went back to the apartment, I bet Grogu is starving."

Din agreed.

So the Jedi went to eat with his sister, and Din appreciated that so he could spend some time with his kid. But he asked the Jedi to come by later, the Jedi accepted.

"Mand'alor!" He exclaimed when Din opened the apartment's door.

"Grogu's sleeping." He said.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Luke whispered, then.

They talked about the force, balance, the dark side, attachments and Din's brain was asking for a break.

They were sitting on a couch, few inches apart. Din found that very comfortable.

"Grogu's special, unique. I should thank you for bringing him to me, for protecting him the way you did." Luke said looking at Din's visor.

Din was melting, he shook his head. "I would do it again... That little womp rat."

"Oh, that! You can't call him that, he asked me to call him womp rat so many times! It's ridiculous! I mean, he's so cute. And those rats are as ugly as Tatooine, they belong together." Luke closed his eyes and waved both hands in the air.

"You've been on Tatooine?"

"I grew up there." What? Din thought. "I lived there till I was nineteen." What?! Din couldn't believe it. This refined man grew up on that ashtray? Impossible. "Then the imps killed my family, my aunt and my uncle. They raised me."

"You were a foundling." Din said surprised. "I'm sorry about your family." And then he understood the reason of the sadness in Luke's eyes. Or at least he thought he did.

"Thank you. Well, my family lived here on Coruscant before I was born. The Jedi temple was on Coruscant too. I hate this place though. That's why I located my temple on a quiet planet." Luke told him.

"Where?"

"Yavin IV. It kind of reminds me of Dagobah. And of Yoda." Luke smiled with sad eyes.

Yoda? A girlfriend? Din asked to himself "Who's Yoda?"

"My late Master, he taught me about philosophy and balance, I want to give Grogu what he gave me." Then he looked into Din's visor again "He was the same species as Grogu."

Oh, THAT Yoda. The one that Ahsoka Tano told him about. "Do you think... This Yoda could be related to Grogu?" Din asked genuinely.

Luke sighed and frowned "I really don't know."

"Can you... you know, use the force to know about that?" Din insisted.

"I've already tried. But Grogu's memories are blurred, he remembers Yoda, but they're only images, he doesn't remember his time at the Jedi temple quite well, and I think it's because of what happened, you know, the Great Jedi Purge. He's a survivor, Mand'alor."

Din felt like his stomach was turning into a rock, Grogu's suffering was the worst thing in the world to him.

"Oh, but the time he spent with you... Oh boy, that's very detailed." Luke tried to change Din's humour.

Din chuckled "Oh... He showed you. What did he show you?"

"Something about a krayt dragon, maybe." The little Jedi was a total tease right now, pulling faces and closing his eyes. He even jostled Din in the process, and Din was delighted. "Something about a mudhorn's egg... And Jawas disappearing like in a magic trick." And he rested his hand on Din's thigh plate.

Din looked down, but he didn't react, then he looked back at Luke's face, not making a move to remove his hand.

"That kid is happy because of you. You're a good man, Mand'alor." Luke's eyes were so soft and bright. And the moment so intimate that Din felt how wrong that name sounded coming from Luke's lips.

"Please, don't call me that."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I offended you." Luke said in confusion as he removed his hand from Din.

"No, it's not that. I mean, you can call me Mando, my friends call me Mando. Call me Mando."

"Oh..." Luke was smiling so bright that Din was urged to touch those lips but he repressed himself. "I'd love to." He said and looked around "Well, it's too late, I promised Leia to rescue her from some thirsty politicians, she'd kill me if I didn't show up." And he stood up. Din did the same.

They were standing in front of each other, not making a move. Luke was looking up at Din's visor, Din was looking down at Luke's face. Luke sighed and closed his eyes. "Goodnight Mando." He opened his eyes but looked into Din's chest, avoiding his eyes behind the visor.

"Goodnight Jedi." He opened the door.

"Oh, that's not fair. I called you Mando a second ago, you should call me by my name." He was pouting and Din thought that it was kriffing adorable.

"Goodnight Luke." And the sound of Luke's name through his modulated voice made him feel like a teenager carving his crush's name on a tree.

Luke smiled "That's nice." He said as he walked away.

Din didn't close the door and kept staring at Luke's back while he was walking down the corridor for a few seconds. Then he came back to the apartment. He leaned against the door, arms crossed over his chest.

He was out of control. Now he knew that. He knew this Jedi was getting under his skin. But he couldn't be so selfish, so foolish, this was Grogu's Master, he wouldn't do anything that could put Grogu in danger. Besides, this little Jedi wouldn't be interested in someone like Din.

You are dreaming, Din. He said to himself, Luke Skywalker is out of your league.

[phoenixyfriend]

Rex and Anakin Raise a Family: Part Two

Part One

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Anakin takes the news with... not grace, really, but an odd sort of resignation.

"Room to fix things," he mutters to himself, eyes set unseeing on Luke's tiny form.

Twins are often born smaller than single births, Rex remembers hearing somewhere. He hopes that's the only reason these two are so small. Leia feels absolutely minuscule in his arms.

He wishes he could ask Kix.

"Do you want to find Jango?"

Rex lifts his head to find Anakin staring at him with an earnest kind of depression. It's strange, and sad, and not helping with the question. "What?"

"You... you grew up with a lot of family," Anakin mutters, eyes cutting away to the side. "Fett would be a kid right now, yeah? He's... young. And you don't have the family that you used to have, but--"

"I'm not going to go out and find Fett to adopt him," Rex says firmly. "He was a genetic donor and once or twice a teacher. I have no interest in forming any bonds there."

He hesitates, but that was--Anakin was trying. Not succeeding, but trying. "Thank you for asking. It's... maybe if my childhood had been a little different, I'd have wanted that. But I don't, here."

Anakin winces. "Right."

Rex watches his general bounce a newborn, and thinks this is my life now.

There is no GAR to fight for, no brothers to save, no Empire to fight against. They'd thought there would be, but there isn't, not yet. They could find and warn the Jedi, but none of them would know Anakin. Nobody is going to look at Rex and see a clone. He's older than Fett, now.

"We're staying here," Rex decides. Anakin looks up from Luke's little face. "I'll figure out how to get us some Republic Idents. We'll get the twins registered. This planet is safe and out of the way, and we can figure something out for the money. You're a good mechanic, that's honest work, and I'm... I don't know. We've got a ship, so I can maybe do what Fett did and take bounty work. We'll figure something out."

"I can't ask you to stay with me."

"You're not asking," Rex says firmly. "I'm telling you. You don't get to push me away, sir. We're all the other has left, and you're not getting rid of me that easily."

"Okay," Anakin says. "If that's what you want."

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They don't have a whole lot of money personally, but this was Padme's ship. She'd been rich, and prone enough to danger to know the worth of hiding money where she could. They may not have more than a few weapons on here, but they have money.

For now.

Rex knows his general is itching to go to Tatooine, sees the man muttering and twitching about it, needing to do something, and that the something has to do with Tatooine.

"Can it wait?" Rex asks.

Anakin stares at him, uncomprehending.

"Your kids are only a week old," Rex tries to explain. "They need you right now. Is this something that can wait a few months, where I can watch them while you take a week or two to handle what you need to do?"

Anakin takes Leia from Rex, and doesn't bring it up again.

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Rex goes with Anakin, when they visit the nurse. He catches gossip about the two of them, but people don't go out of their way to approach. Mostly, people are just repeating the 'died in childbirth' cover that he gave before, telling each other who the strangers are, and why they shouldn't try to get involved.

The nurse asks only enough questions to get a medical baseline established for the twins. Anakin doesn't volunteer much, and when the Twi'lek woman asks if they'd like her to set up medical files for either of them, Rex has to immediately decline.

He has no idea what his blood is going to turn up. Genetic fuckery and something to deal with the advanced aging, maybe. He's not sure he wants to know, but either way, it's probably not going to be something this small clinic can handle.

"I'll have to set one up if you want to take the lactation aid," she tells Anakin.

"Yeah, okay."

She takes blood. Almost everything is mostly normal, except.

"Your midichlo--"

"I know."

"Are you--"

"Jedi aren't allowed to marry."

She doesn't dig further, just glances at how Anakin's holding Luke, and nods.

"It doesn't seem like there are any complicating factors. I can write up a prescription right now and you should be able to get it filled same-day. There will be a list of instructions and side-effects on flimsi when you pick it up, but I'd like to go over it in person first. Do you want Mr. Torrent to stay here with you as we do that, or to wait in the hall?"

"Up to him."

"I'll stay," Rex promises.

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Three pills a day, one with every meal. Tissue stimulation by massaging the pectoral area, and allowing the twins to suckle even before there's anything to actually drink. Expect soreness and increased appetite, don't drink caffeine or take any form of stimulant while nursing. Here's a list of possible side-effects, the best way to handle the minor ones, and which ones to contact a medical professional about.

All very normal.

Anakin's rarely ever done anything with less than his whole heart, and Rex isn't surprised to know that Anakin is this dedicated a parent as well. He's... he was proud to serve his general, but he thinks there's something just as fulfilling as being by his side here and now. There's something better about helping raise the little ones that would never be found on a battlefield.

"Do you want them to call you Uncle Rex?" Anakin asks during a feeding. "Or... ba'vodu? Or do you want to just..."

"Just what?"

"...we're going to be co-parenting," Anakin says, not meeting his eyes. "And every time I try to suggest you go and find something for yourself, something that doesn't revolve around me, a person you were literally tube-grown for, you say you don't want to leave. So if you're going to be sticking around, really staying for years and years... we could tell them to call you buir. If you want."

"Oh."

Oh.

It's a lot. It's something Rex has maybe fantasized about before, getting to be a parent instead of just a soldier, but he'd also resigned himself to the fact that it wasn't really an option. Even now, he'd just expected to be a friend of the father, maybe an honorary uncle if he was lucky, or--

"Are you sure?" Rex asks, before he can start to hope. "I don't--I don't want to take Padme's place."

"You're not," Anakin says, fierce as anything. "You won't--nobody can ever take her place, but there are people with five parents, or none, and I'm not going to--I don't want to--"

Anakin squeezes his eyes shut and breathes harshly for a few moments. Leia fusses, like she's seconds away from crying, and Rex watches as his general holds the child in his arms closer to his chest, visibly focusing on calming down in a way he rarely, if ever, had during the war.

"It's okay, Papa just got a little upset, it's fine, we're calm, I'm sorry I got sad, honey, I'm sorry you had to feel that," Anakin whispers under his breath as he bounces the baby.

(Raising Force-Sensitive children was never going to be easy anyway.)

"You're sure about this?" Rex asks again.

"You want to be involved in their lives," Anakin mutters. "So... yeah, you should get to be their dad in name, too. And if you use Mando'a, it'll be easier for them to have different names for us."

"People are going to think we're together."

Anakin shrugs. "People think a lot of things."

Rex wants this. He wants to imagine the twins toddling up to him, grins on their faces, calling him buir and meaning it. He wants to have what he saw at the Lawquane's, where a lack of blood connection and a half-sliced age hadn't stopped those children from claiming Cut as their father. He's only thirteen, technically, but he wants to have a family, even if it's as broken as what they've found here.

"I'd be honored, sir," Rex says. "I... thank you. I can't tell you how much this means to me."

"You don't have to," Anakin mutters, refusing to meet his eyes. "I can feel it."

Right.

"They already love you," Anakin continues, as if his goal today is to just smash Rex's decorum to pieces. "Part of that is just baby stuff, I think; they don't exactly know more than us yet, but you're around them all the time and are primary caregiver whenever I'm not... not okay. So they love you, so much, and I just... I'm not going to ignore that when you already love them too. So you should get to be their dad. If you want."

He does want.

"I'd like that," he says, and knows that he hasn't bothered shielding in days, so Anakin knows just how sincere that is.

Anakin hesitates, visibly so, and then stands and crosses the room to join Rex on the couch, each of them holding a twin.

A head rests lightly on Rex's shoulder. He lets it.

"There are rites," Anakin says quietly. "On Tatooine, for the slaves lost to the desert. People that died in search of their freedoms, where there's no body to bury but you still need to mourn."

Rex knows this. He says, "the clones had mourning traditions for the brothers who died in explosions or behind enemy lines, the ones we couldn't retrieve."

Anakin knows this as well. He nods.

They sit together, quietly, as calm as they can be for the too-perceptive children in their arms, and they know they need to mourn properly.

Rex can only hold his jagged edges in place for so long.

[tennessoui]

So I love your keeping up with the Skywalker/Kenobis au😍!!! It's adorable and it makes me so happy to read aaaand I wanted to ask what you think Satine's reaction is to Obi Wan basically getting himself a husband two kids and a dog like 2 months after she's left him? Like if they randomly ran into each other and Obi Wan is with his whole family and is carrying Leia, while holding Luke's hand and Luke is holding the dogs leash, while Anakin is I dunno monologing about something as he usually does

hi!!!! thank you so much for the prompt i love it <3 I thought a really long time about this prompt because I kind of knew what I wanted to do but I also didn't want to throw satine's character under the bus to accomplish it because i think from what Obi-Wan's told us about his marriage she's completely justified to want a divorce, so she's not necessarily a jealous ex in this snippet. But she's sort of angry, which i feel is fair!! i also (for reasons we will hopefully see tomorrow) changed your 'two months' to '3 years', so this happens 2 years after the Skywalkers move in, which is one yearish after the divorce! mostly because Something Else happens about 2 years after the Skywalkers move in and I have an ask cooling in my inbox asking about That that i want to answer tomorrow and these two felt like they fit together

(big sigh)(2.5k)(this is Obi-Wan's POV so its a bit pretentious and also a bit sad)

It’s a very strange thing, what the body remembers but the mind forgets.

“Obi-Wan?” A tentative voice asks from his left, and he knows that voice intimately. That voice had been at one time the most beautiful sound in the entire world. That voice had been what he heard before going to sleep, what he waited on tenterhooks to hear upon waking. He’d heard that voice cry, scream, laugh, gasp, moan--he knows that voice, and for a second his body responds the way it always has to that voice.

Butterflies erupt in his stomach and he turns to look at Satine for the first time in almost three years.

“Satine,” he says and clears his throat and tries again. “Hello there.”

She smiles delicately, as if she’s unsure of her welcome. Obi-Wan’s never seen Satine shy, but he supposes he’s never seen how she acts around her ex-husband.

He surreptitiously glances to where Anakin and the twins are standing in line at an ice cream truck. It had been a nice day, so they had bundled the kids and the dog into Anakin’s car and gone to the city park with loose ideas about kite flying. Perhaps a picnic.

Perhaps twenty yards from the parking lot, Leia had spotted an ice cream truck from her perch on Obi-Wan’s shoulders, and the twins had successfully convinced Anakin to make a quick pit stop on their way up the park’s central hill. It had been a very easy sell. The sweet tooth is most definitely inherited, and nothing Obi-Wan really shares, so he had taken Chewie and gone to sit on a near park bench, graciously pretending not to hear Anakin tell his children to let the old man rest.

That had only been five minutes ago.

“Would you like to sit?” Obi-Wan asks politely, gesturing to the part of the bench he’s not taking up.

“If you have the time,” Satine responds just as politely. Obi-Wan wonders if this sort of false veneer of courteousness is putting her teeth on edge as much as his.

Do you remember how you left? Would you like me to recall the amount of things thrown by you, or would you like to do the honors? He imagines saying.

Only if you would be so gracious as to recite the long list of things you called me, he can imagine Satine responding.

That sort of conversation would be better than this. More honest. It’s a strange hurt, to realize you’re lying to the person you used to think you’d always be truthful to.

“Oh,” Satine says when Chewie immediately starts sniffing at the hem of her dress. “Is this...your dog?”

Obi-Wan fights the urge to wince. He had. Well. He had been quite against getting a dog when they’d been married. Or a cat. Or anything, really. He had vehemently protested the idea of a pet.

Of another living thing in their house.

“Ah,” he says. “Yes. His name is Chewie.”

Satine pets him with just the right amount of pressure to have Chewie tilting his head eagerly for more. “Chewie?” she asks incredulously. “I always figured we would have to name any dog or--child after some sort of literary figure.”

Obi-Wan pretends he doesn’t notice her hesitation. He has to pretend he doesn’t notice her hesitation. “I originally wanted to name him Dante,” he admits instead. “Leia compromised down to Danny, but I just couldn’t do that to the poor dead man.”

“Oh,” Satine says and then she’s quiet. Obi-Wan can just imagine the sort of things running through her head. He would deserve all the mean-spirited barbs she could throw at him now. He reminds himself that he understands that.

I hadn’t thought you knew how to do that, he imagines her saying. Compromising, I mean.

Or, does the dog hair everywhere drive you as crazy as you used to say it would?

Or, perhaps worst of all, how much has your library of dead mean kept you comfort these last three years?

Instead she gently strokes the dog’s head and refuses to make eye contact with Obi-Wan.

“You look well,” he says, breaking the silence first. He thinks she’s probably put in enough work in speaking first for a lifetime.

“Thank you,” Satine responds, tucking a piece of her ash blonde hair behind her ear. Obi-Wan catches a glint of a ring on her finger from the action. He doesn’t know if it was purposeful or not, doesn’t blame her either way. It’s been three years. Their lives are their own now. There’s always going to be those years where they...converged, and Obi-Wan isn’t sure he regrets them. He might never regret them, no matter what he thought shortly after the papers were mailed in.

After all, he’d never have met the Skywalkers if it wasn’t for the divorce.

“You as well,” Satine says, crossing her ankles. It’s her version of a fidget, Obi-Wan thinks fondly, and then wonders if he’ll ever forget that sort of information.

He smiles. “Yes, I’m...well.” He coughs and glances over to the ice cream truck. Leia waves at him from where she’s curled into Anakin’s chest, very near the front of the line. Anakin and Luke are looking at Obi-Wan with almost the same expression of pinched worry. Anakin most probably because he knows who Satine is. Luke because the boy has gotten quite possessive of Obi-Wan’s attention in the last few months.

Obi-Wan smiles slightly to let them both know that he’s fine. “I’m very well,” he tells Satine, turning back to her.

“I’m very glad to hear that,” she says, and it sounds like the most honest thing she’s said this entire time.

“Thank you,” he responds, and that’s the most honest thing he’s said today too. He knows she won’t understand exactly what he means, but it feels nice to say it anyway. Thank you for the years we were happy. Thank you for leaving before we could really start hating each other. Thank you for the divorce. Thank you for the Skywalkers.

There’s very loud footsteps on the pavement and then suddenly a blond blur is clinging to Obi-Wan’s knee.

“Obi,” Luke says very reproachfully.

Obi-Wan automatically fixes the boy’s fringe. “Yes, little one?” he asks, very, very aware of the way Satine’s posture has shifted from almost relaxed to preparing for battle.

“Daddy wants to know if you want anything. He says they have those pop--pop--cycles that you like.”

Obi-Wan switches his attention away from Luke so that he can raise a very scathing eyebrow at Anakin, who shrugs as if butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. He had most certainly told Anakin that he was fine and that he didn’t want to spoil his lunch. Sending Luke over had not been a friendly check-in. It had been an invasion.

“I’m fine,” Obi-Wan tells Anakin’s son. “I don’t want to spoil my lunch.”

These words seem just as foreign to Luke as they did to his father, because he squints up at Obi-Wan before shrugging and clambering up into Obi-Wan’s lap.

“Who is she, Obi?” he asks, not quietly at all.

Obi-Wan sighs. And then resists the urge to sigh harder when he catches sight of Satine’s pinched face.

A thousand conversations rush back to him.

“My career has to come first, Satine.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“A child? At my age?”

“It’s Obi-Wan, not Obi.”

“I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready, dear. Our lives would change. Fundamentally. We’d have to compromise, we’d have to figure out a way to be there for them whenever they needed it. I know people manage. But would we?”

“Don’t--”

“I’m sorry, darling. I don’t want children.”

“Don’t call me Obi.”

He understands perfectly why Satine looks as if someone has just fed her half a lemon. He does.

She’s run into her ex-husband at the park and settled in to have a civil conversation with the man, only to see that he owns a dog (which he had been against when they were together), has a child (Luke isn’t his, of course, but he can understand the confusion), and lets that child call him one of his most hated nicknames.

“Obi?” she asks, which is probably starting out small, something he is very grateful for.

“Who are you?” Luke asks more forcefully, gripping onto Obi-Wan’s shirt with his little hands. Of all the times for the boy to decide to speak up to strangers--

“I’m Satine,” Satine answers graciously. And then, “Who are you?”

“Luke,” the boy says, far less graciously. “Obi lives with us.”

“Us?” Satine asks, mostly to Obi-Wan. “You mentioned a...Leia earlier?”

“My sister,” Luke interrupts before Obi-Wan can, perhaps, explain the situation. “We’re twins.”

“Twins!” Satine gasps in a way that’s most definitely pointed and directed at Obi-Wan. “Obi, I hadn’t known you had twins!”

“I…” Obi-Wan starts to say that he doesn’t, but the twins have started shooting him very hurt looks every time he corrects strangers on the fact that the twins aren’t actually his. He’s mostly stopped correcting people now because Luke and Leia’s betrayed expressions are really, quite frankly, works of art.

“Obi-Wan!” a voice interrupts him to his right. It’s a familiar voice, one that he’s heard as he falls asleep, one he’s heard first thing in the morning, one he’s heard cry and yell and gasp and laugh, one he thinks to himself might just be one of the most beautiful sounds in the entire world.

Without his permission or even his consent, butterflies erupt in his stomach and he turns from Satine’s rigid expression to Anakin’s slightly manic grin.

“Anakin,” he says, standing immediately with Luke cradled in his arms.

“We got you the red popsicle because Luke never came back,” Anakin says, thrusting the icy treat forward as Leia tries to clamber on the bench to hand Luke his own chocolate-covered cone.

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan says, all thoughts about his appetite for lunch pushed out of his mind by the size of Anakin’s smile. “That’s very sweet of you.”

Anakin ducks his head and rubs at the back of his neck, his face turning red like Obi-Wan’s popsicle. Obi-Wan thinks he’s never been this hopelessly endeared in his entire life.

“I should be going,” Satine says suddenly, standing up. Obi-Wan is a bit ashamed to realize he has forgotten her in the wake of the arrival of the Skywalkers.

But he knows he should not leave like this. They deserve more than this stilted sort of interrupted conversation.

Gently, he sets Luke on the ground despite the boy’s protests and chases after his ex-wife.

“Satine, wait,” he pants as he catches up with her.

“What, Obi-Wan?” she asks, voice strained and eyes a bit wet. “What else do you want me to see? What else is there left? I get it, alright. I get it. It was never you--it wasn’t--it wasn’t that you didn’t want pets or kids or--or all of it. You just didn’t want them with me. It was me. All along.”

She turns away, wiping frantically at her eyes. Obi-Wan isn’t sure if he’s ever felt worse.

“No,” he insists, reaching out to touch her forearm, painfully aware of how public they are right now. “No, you’ve got it wrong. It’s not...it was never you. It’s just…”

He pauses and tries to find the words to describe the past three years of his life. That first year of despair and hopelessness and isolation. And then the way Anakin and his children had crept into his life like a summer sunrise in the dead of winter, unexpectedly and then slowly and then all at once.

Obi-Wan shrugs helplessly, at a loss for words. There’s no way to describe something like that to someone who hasn’t experienced it. “It’s just…them.”

Satine takes a few moments to breathe before she turns to face him. She’s smiling and it looks mostly like a grimace, but he’ll accept it as more than he deserves.

“Oh Obi-Wan,” she says, laying a hand over the hand he has on his arm. “You always had so many rules.”

Obi-Wan fights the urge to bristle, reminding himself that Satine has the right to say anything she wants to him today and the amount of hurts they’ve dealt each other still probably wouldn’t be even.

It takes him completely by surprise then when she hugs him. He hugs her back automatically, blinking stupidly further into the park.

“I’m glad you’ve found your exceptions,” she whispers to him as she pulls back with a sad smile.

“Satine,” he says, but he doesn’t know where he’s going with that and falls silent. She shakes her head and rolls her eyes, leaning in to press a featherlight kiss to his bearded cheek.

“Glad to know I can still make you speechless,” she tells him wryly.

“Always,” he promises her, and she laughs. Obi-Wan is suddenly struck with a sort of gut-wrenching realization that she used to be his best friend as well as his wife. He had lost both in one fell swoop.

“I think I just put you in a world of trouble,” she smirks, tilting her head back down the path. “Your partner doesn’t look very happy.”

“He’s not my--” Obi-Wan starts to say and then decides fuck it. He shrugs. “It was nice to see you again, Satine. I hope. I. I really am glad that you’re doing well.”

Satine smiles and squeezes his hand once before letting go. “You too, Obi-Wan. You too.”

When he gets back to his family, Anakin is staring intensely down at his shoes, while Luke and Leia are glaring just as intensely up at Obi-Wan.

“Who was that?” Leia demands immediately.

“Satine,” Luke relays to her, as if the word means one hundred terrible and tragic things.

“An old friend,” Obi-Wan corrects. “We haven’t seen each other in a while. I just...I just wanted to say goodbye.”

“Did you?” Anakin asks, strangely intent as he looks down at Obi-Wan’s face.

“I did,” Obi-Wan tells him. It sounds like a promise. Yes, seeing Satine had been a peculiar twist of fate, but it had felt like a goodbye. To her. To the last vestiges of their marriage. To the man he had been when he had been in love with her.

The realization feels like it should hurt, but it doesn’t. Instead of ruminating on it though, he holds his hand out to Luke’s sticky fingers. “Shall we?” he asks, as Anakin falls into place on his other side, Leia held firmly in his arms. “It’s a fairly large hill, are you sure you’re up for it?”

“Yes!” Luke insists enthusiastically, all thoughts of the blonde woman his Obi had been talking to immediately forgotten.

“Perhaps by the time we get to the top, we’ll be prepared for lunch,” Obi-Wan tells Anakin wryly. The other man laughs, but his eyebrows stay pinched. Obi-Wan has the strangest desire to kiss them smooth, to lean over and kiss Anakin’s face until he’s blushing and laughing and light as he knows he can be.

But it’s very obviously not the time and place. Such a step forward needs both a proper time and place. After all, you may have multiple loves of your lives, but you only ever kiss each of them for the first time once. And Obi-Wan is pretty sure he’s only got the two; he’s not looking to mess this one up.