#padme the lovebird

[whattheflockbirbs]

Happy MAR10 day!

[mysticallystilinski]

𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

(𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐜!𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - anakin was distant from you, but he had a surprise up his sleeve to cheer you up.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 0.5k

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 - pure fluff (that’s it).

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the last few days have been rough for you. losing yourself was a main reason for these predicaments. anakin had been with padme, protecting her from the surrounding dangers. in reality, he hadn’t spent time with you in a few weeks. of course he didn’t know about these thoughts, but he could sense that something was off about you.

“y/n, where are you?”, anakin called out. you had been weeping in your bed, distraught from the heartbreak of missing him. anakin heard your cries coming from across the room, he slowly paced himself towards your bed and sat down. “what’s wrong?”, he asked sentimentally. it was hard to act like nothing was wrong around anakin. he brought the feelings out of you, and you never knew how.

you pushed yourself up from your position to be face to face with him. “ani – i just don’t know anymore”, you cried out. “i’ve been feeling so distant from you.” truthfully, you had been feeling that way. romantically, you needed more from him. “baby, what’s wrong, i’m always here for you”, he cooed. his hand was placed upon your face. he slightly lifted your chin up to maintain eye contact.

“it’s just – with padme, i feel that you’re leaving me for her”. you spoke slowly, tears filling your eyes. anakin shook his head immediately, “no y/n – please don’t think that”. “i love you princess, i always will”, he smiled. you couldn’t help but feel better at his soft words. it wasn’t hard for anakin to immediately make you feel better.

“here – take my hand”, anakin spoke through the silence. questioningly, you put out your hand in reply to his words. he softly grasped your hand, and pulled you off the bed. “dance with me y/n”. nevertheless, you went closer to him in a tight position. waves of happiness went throughout your body as anakin slowly moved his body to the rhythm.

yes, there was no music, but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t dance. “here, step along with me”. anakin began to lead the way into a slow waltz as you giggled at his demeanor. in response to his movements, you began to sway with him. the dance was slow, but passionate.

anakin slowly dipped you, and twirled you around. you were his princess, and he was your prince. something chirped from across the room. you tilted your head in confusion, “ani – what’s that noise?”. a sly smirk fell across his face. “jar-jar, you can come in now”.

in his hands held a handsome puppy. he was black, with a pink bow upon his head. “ani – you did not!”. anakin smiled at your remark. “y/n, i did too”, he cooed. in the heat of the moment, you kissed anakin upon his soft lips. “thank you, thank you, thank you”, you giggled. jar-jar headed over to you two lovebirds. he placed the puppy in your hands, and gave him a small pat on his head.

“i love me doggy”, jar-jar spoke. “binks – it’s our puppy”, anakin grinned. “i cannot believe you did this anakin”, you realized. you held the puppy with such soft hands, and gave him a slight kiss. “what should we name him?”, ani questioned. “i think i’d like to name him.. – prince”, you decided. anakin huddled up to you and the puppy, “prince it is”.

he placed a small kiss upon his head. it was a special moment, one you wouldn’t forget. of course, this would be the first of your many children.

𝐥𝐚𝐯 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 i just really wanted to write a cute fluff for aotc ani!! everyone, send in requests + any comments. or if you just wanna talk my asks are always open!

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[cypanache]

Your Bridgerton AU is life and I can't wait for part 4!!!!!!! I think you should call it 'Waiting For the Inevitable' based on this amazing line: "Padme still spent the first month at Stewjon waiting for the inevitable." And because let's be honest, we are all waiting for the inevitable here once these two clueless lovebirds get their act together...

Awwww thank you. Part iii was fun to write. And I do still owe Jui a scene so the next part will probably be coming in the next few days or so. Then I think we might go backwards and do the actual oft referenced elopement, basically the how we got here because that’s sort of important? Maybe not. Maybe that doesn’t matter at all.

I like “Waiting for the Inevitable” though I will say given where Padme’s head is at they’re more unexpected than anything. I’d been playing with the word ‘Unintended’ both as a description and as a play on how a fiancé used to be refer to as your intended. But it feels like it needs a second word or a full phrase to work and I cannot find it. Ugh. Titles are not usually the thing that cause me problems but this one is giving me fits.

[idiosyncraticrednebula]

I was thinking about TCW should have absolutely given us an Anidala-centric episode where Padmé and Anakin were going on an undercover mission at a fancy space party and the two started dancing together in the ballroom looking beautiful and lovely 🥺❤️  

[perpetuallyaiming]

Imagine if Obi-Wan taught high school Literature classes, like World Lit to AP Language and Composition class.

Obi-Wan: Romeo and Juliet is the Shakespeare drama of two star-crossed lovers

Ahsoka: (whispering to Anakin) Professor Kenobi is talking about you and Padme~

Like just imagine him going through classics like Fahrenheit 451, Of Mice and Men, The Mockingbird, Scarlet Letter, Huckleberry Finn

Obi-Wan on Fahrenheit 451: Books are fountains of knowledge and helps the heart find the way to use that knowledge with wisdom. That is what Fahrenheit is trying to teach us. But beyond the work of fiction, one must always be careful of books and what’s inside of them, as words have the power to change us.

Anakin: I just want to get to the part where they actually burn books.

Obi-Wan on Scarlet Letter: The theme of Nature versus Society is exemplified by Hester and Dimmesdale’s forbidden passion. The two are drawn together by a passion that breaks the rules of social, legal, and even religious institutions. The fruit of their passion is their daughter, Pearl, who is the embodiment of their passion as well as guilt.

Vader: Ok now you’re just attacking me, Kenobi.

If any of you here has had experience with the AP testing system, you would know that:

Obi-Wan: This week’s test is on literary devices, and there will be a written section just like on the official test where you have to close-read the text and analyze how these literary devices aid in and reinforce the argument the author is trying to make.

Ahsoka, Anakin, Padme, Cody, Rex, Echo, Fives: *Collectively groans*

Anakin: Fuck I forgot to study my flashcards

Padme, during the test: Slides her test to Anakin, trading test sheets, and does his for him

Bonus:

Ahsoka and Padme and Rex are always attending Obi-Wan’s office hours for extra studying

Obi-Wan threatened to throw Anakin out once when Padme dragged him to join in because he was distracting everyone too much

Cody has special one-on-one sessions with Kenobi because he requested it. They go over school work and AP test prep, and Cody always brings little snacks for him every session

Rex is the top student

Padme has a hate-love relationship with The Scarlet Letter

Anakin enjoyed Huckleberry Finn, and also the fire parts of Fahrenheit 451

He also kept on getting teased during the Romeo and Juliet unit

Cody and Fives would reenact the balcony scenes as Anakin and Padme, all the way up till prom time, where they staged an entire promposal as the lovebirds in the Shakespeare setting

[secretfandomrambles]

The Force’s Adventures in Parenting (Star Wars AU)

Author Note: So I actually had this thought a while back, before I had a tumblr, and mentioned it in an anonymous comment on a tumblr blog dedicated to Star Wars, in case someone manages to find that original comment. And anyone reading this, sorry, this has gotten very very strange.

In which the Force is sentient, and actually takes some interest in their son’s life. Unfortunately, due to the Force’s nature, they don’t understand human development or embodied sentients for that matter. So they mostly regard Anakin as a toddler.

While a regular person would think that this would cause issues with Anakin’s emotional development and growth, it turns out that the Force’s keeping an eye on their child thanks to their skewed idea of sentient development, actually helps. Because what parent is going to be happy with their two-year-old’s babysitter (yes, the Force regards the Jedi as Anakin’s babysitters after they take him from the abusive toydarian who was holding him and his mother in chains) allowing the child to spend time with some weird old guy who practically forced said babysitter to allow them access to the kid? No-one.

Strike one on the being allowed to babysit the Force’s kid, Jedi.

The Force talks to Anakin, both in his dreams and otherwise, doing their best to make up for the fact that before Anakin wasn’t old enough to understand them when they spoke, or to recognize when they held him. Anakin despises meditation, not because it is difficult—it’s not—but because he hates losing the feeling of rightness, of completeness that he gets when being so close to the force, and has to reorient himself because his physical form doesn’t have enough eyes or limbs. And he misses his tail. And Anakin learns things, about the Sith, the Jedi, and of Balance between them. Every attempt he makes to tell others is brushed off as Anakin still acting like the child Qui-Gon brought from the Outer Rim.

When Shmi dies, and Anakin temporarily loses his mind and slaughters the Tuskens, the Force is not pleased, but as They are basically an incorperal eldritch entity that’s as old if not older than the universe and basically encompasses the entirety of said universe, they’ve got a very weird outlook on beings and basically regards others who are not Their child as being like houseplants. Anakin’s attack could then (on the Force’s part) be compared to a toddler throwing a tantrum and ripping up the grass and dirt on the front lawn because their favorite toy had been broken irreparably and couldn’t be replaced.

For the Plant Analogy, the Force considers the Jedi to be oddly aware flowers and Anakin having been dropped into a field of them to play while the Force looks on indulgently. Palpatine is the poison ivy that is slowly spreading through the field. It looks harmless, but causes pain once in contact with a person. Padme is the tree sapling Anakin found randomly growing in the field.

The Force finds Anakin and Padme’s relationship to be rather sweet, in the way parents indulge their small children who declare they want to marry so-and-so when they grow up. The fact that the two lovebirds end up having an intimate physical relationship is completely ignored as the Force doesn’t count Anakin as being a physical entity, but instead as another (much, much younger) Incorporeal eldritch Entity who has been placed in a soft, squishy jumpsuit that bleeds red liquid when it gets damaged when interacting with the “plants” because his true eldritch form is rather vulnerable at this stage.

Dooku’s fighting with Anakin is the first time the Force really realizes that Anakin’s physical form getting damaged causes him actual pain. The Force initially wants to give him a new “jumpsuit” but seeing as it took nine months last time to make it for him, the Force simply manipulates Anakin’s midichlorians to make a new arm for him, while healing the damage done to his body.

Within a few weeks, Anakin gets an apprentice, Ahsoka Tano, who becomes one of his best friends and a surrogate younger sister. When she is killed on Mortis, the Force, wanting to avoid another tantrum (in light of how Mortis helps Anakin to channel his true power despite being a literal cosmic baby) helps Anakin to bring her back.

A side effect of Ahsoka being brought back is that she can see Anakin’s true eldritch form, and it is adorable (the way a lion or tiger cub is adorable, up until it gets big enough to eat you). It…takes some getting used to on her part. No one believes her about his true form, except Obi-Wan, Padme, the men of the 501st and the 212th (who have all seen some weird stuff happen when being around Skywalker).

In other news, Palpatine has a heart attack while at a press conference which he’s invited Anakin to attend. Totally unrelated to the Force getting fed up with him trying to groom their baby to become a Sith. There is also an accidental defenestration afterward, that none there can explain, including the Jedi. The Force isn’t talking, they are above such trivial things as mortal laws.

[padmeandaloysupremacy]

This is a snippet of a Modern AU story I'm writing about with Anakin being a single father to Leia and him meeting Padme, and Leia trying to play matchmaker between the two lovebirds!

Rich brown tresses curled to perfection by God himself. Wide and vibrant chocolate brown eyes that brought out the indulgence of Heaven. Slim, toned, and curvy figure that was only missing a pair of bright feathery wings to ascend her ethereal presence to th--.

"Dad!"

Anakin jolted out of his trance and found the eyes of his daughter, the princess herself, Leia Skywalker staring back at him with an odd expression written across her face. Her brown orbs similar in color to the Angel's peered into his soul like she had opened Pandora's box and found something so extraordinary and outwardly that her tiny little head couldn't even comprehend it even if she tried.

Anakin took a deep breath to calm his nerves and answered his daughter's plea, "What, princess?"

No words came out of her mouth, only a chuckle reverberated from her mouth? Oh No!

Red Flag.

Code Red.

A smirk wider than the Grand Canyon stretched across her face, eyes glistening with mischievous intent, and hands fidgeting at her side in the way Anakin only knew as 'YOU ARE SO SCREWED SKYWALKER.'

Anakin closed his eyes and practically pleaded with God the Almighty, that whatever his daughter had planned will not lead to his embarrassment or humiliation.  

He doesn't want a repeat such as the time Leia planted a huge make-shift sign on the back of his car before he left for work which read 'Help wanted, need help cleaning my adult diaper, call this number, PLEASE'.

Anakin will never forget the amount of voicemails left on his phone with people who were actually serious in helping him. And the older women who were more than eagerly interested in helping him with his situation. Just the thought gave him a shudder.

"Oh, nothing." Leia articulated with mock sweetness, that would've been believable to most, but not him. "I was just wondering why your eyes looked like they were going to fall out of your sockets."

Anakin attempted to ignore her answer by turning away from her and choosing to stare at the clear blue sky above and enjoying the flock of birds who were currently flying in some intricate pattern, which Anakin wished he could be doing right now to avoid the inevitable he knew was coming.

"No Answer, that's surprising because I believe that it maybe had to do with the fine young woman currently positioned a couple yards to the right of us, who is currently seated on a beautiful quilted blanket possibly knitted by her grandmother and reading a large book that she seems currently engrossed in, moreso fascinated in. Am I right to presume that?"

This made Anakin swing his head to her faster than a bullet shot out of a rifle, and as he looked into her eyes with something accustomed to fear and guilt, she had the audacity to tilt her head at him and pout like she was suddenly four years old and jumping on his bed at one in the morning to go get ice cream.

The heat radiating from his cheeks was so warm, he swore he could literally fry eggs off of it and start his own restaurant chain to compete against Waffle House and IHOP. 

His daughter, Leia Skywalker, so inquisitive and such a pain in his ass.

Anakin did his best at calming himself and replied with an innocent look crossing his face, hoping Leia would buy his bluff. "L-leia, what are you talking a-about."

"Dad, don't play dumb. I saw you giving her the 'You are so perfect, I will kiss the ground you walk upon'  look."

Anakin shook his head in disbelief at the words pouring out of her at the moment. He closed his eyes to control his breathing and to take control of the situation. 'Grab ahold of yourself, you idiot. You are, Anakin Skywalker, teacher at the prestigious Coruscant University, don't let this 15 year old little dumpling be out to make you look like a fool to all these people here enjoying their day in this beautiful park.'

Seemingly able to somewhat convince himself about his character and integrity, Anakin found that he needed to coherently explain to Leia that she isn't some Dr.Phil and what she saw was just a misunderstanding and biased assumption on her part.

He turned to her and glared, "I d-didn't give her whatever you were calling it eyes, so how about you shut up, Dr. Lightman, and go back to painting your portrait."

Leia stared up at him and seemed to almost obediently nod back at him, which would have raised lots of red flags if it wasn't for the fact that his mind was in such a volatile state that he didn't even know if he was thinking correctly.

He needed to find something quick to alleviate the pressure building up in his brain, so he decided to lie down on the soft blanket atop the grass and was blessed by the immediate sense of pleasure and serenity that seemed to invade his senses and send him on a sort of trip like Alice from Alice in Wonderland.

His mission: to forget the Angel, Leia, and his problems.

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As Anakin pondered at the noises of nature for the last few minutes, he seemed to realize that it got very quiet. Too quiet. Not physically like no sounds at all, but more so the fact that Leia hasn't said anything in the last few minutes.

He knew Leia to be anything, but quiet. He waited for the witty comeback that he expected she was coming up with at the moment, but he heard nothing, besides the birds chirping and the wind bristling through the leaves of the tall oak trees.

Anakin frowned as the quietness ensued and seemed to damper the tranquility he experienced not too long ago. He finally opened his eyes to investigate the matter. He glanced around trying to find his little princess. He saw that her painting had been left untouched and he started to wonder if she maybe happened to wander off somewhere.

A sense of worry started to fill him up like a pond and he frantically looked around trying to locate her. Once his eyes found what he was looking for, he couldn't find it within himself to fight the urge of not wanting to faint.

He found his little munchkin sitting on an exquisite quilt not too far from him, with her legs crossing each other in the form of sit-cross applesauce and her mouth talking animatedly with, HER.

The Angel

The goddess

The world started to fade

"It can't be." Anakin whispered. Leia can't do this to him.

He then sees a finger pointed his way and a pair of chocolate brown eyes peering into him and a delicate rising in the air to wave directly at him.

 He swore he fainted.

Actually he did.

[orbitariums]

𝗮 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗻𝘁 | 𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗸𝘆𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗿 + 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

hope you guys enjoy this smut that i wrote!!! more star wars pieces to come <3

contains: drug use [ barely ], sex while on drugs

word count: 5k

a night in coruscant | anakin skywalker x reader 

      The air on the rooftop was crisp and clean enough to ease even the heaviest set of lungs. The late night breeze felt cool against your bare skin, which was smooth and glimmering just like the embellishments on your strappy black dress, which stopped with a slit at your ankles. On your arm was the finest man in the Galaxy, Anakin Skywalker, everyone’s choice eye candy for the night besides yourself. Although that was obvious— you and Anakin went everywhere together, close friends that you were. So when you both got an invite to Padme’s birthday celebration, you knew it was only right that you attend it together. 

You were leaning against the open bar, talking quietly to Anakin and sipping a glass of imported Sunberry wine, your lip gloss leaving a sticky stain on the rim of the glass. 

     “Looky looky, Ani and YN arriving together once again, no surprise there,” came a voice from behind you, and the two of you turned in sync to see the smiling face of your devilish friend, Kitana, who was essentially the host of this surprise party for Padme. 

     “And look who’s juggling two drinks, no surprise there,” you smirked playfully, gesturing to the two bottles that the esteemed party animal was juggling in one clasped hand.

     “Good to see you, lovebug,” Kitana purred, pulling you in for a jostled hug, Anakin quickly giving her a friendly peck on the cheek. 

     “It’s so beautiful out here,” you commented, looking around at your surroundings. 

The balcony of the penthouse you were in was large and expansive, crowded with well-dressed, beautiful citizens of Coruscant in their best robes and dresses. Padme was a big deal, everyone who was in her circle or close to her were equally big deals, or at least they had a lot of credit, so at any gathering with Padme there, you could expect to meet the best of the best. 

     “Gods, I know,” Kitana practically moaned, dramatically clutching her chest with her hand. “How have you all been? And, lemme guess, you came here together?”

Anakin chuckled, shaking his head,

     “We did, except I didn’t fly this time.”

You narrowed your eyes at Anakin, 

     “Yes, because you’re an insane pilot.”

     “Obi-Wan says I’m quite good,” Anakin puffed his chest out sensitively.

     “Yes, while you’re on missions. I for one was not showing up to Padme’s party looking as if I’d been hanging upside down off a gnarltree,” you bit back, chastising Anakin for his devilish nature. 

Anakin chuckled goodnaturedly, patting you on the shoulder,

      “She’s kidding.”

Kitana snickered, shaking her head slowly,

     “You two… hey, listen, I’ve got something for you.”

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      “What is it?” Anakin cocked his head, examining the crushed up, potent smelling plant with a color that strangely resembled Master Yoda’s green skin. 

You were in a crevice of the rooftop tucked away from the other partygoers, 

     “It’s called marijuana!” Kitana whispered excitedly, looking between both you and Anakin, trying to make you both as excited as she was. “My father went on a highly important business trip to… well, it doesn’t matter where, but he came back with it. It supposedly has these potent healing properties but, if you ingest it, you get this really… really good feeling.” 

Kitana glanced up momentarily, gaging your reactions with an anticipatory expression on her face, a hopeful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips,

     “Wanna try it?”

You and Anakin both glanced up, making intentional eye contact with one another, as if you were saying “why not?”

     “Sure,” you shrugged, nonchalantly.

     “I couldn’t see why not,” Anakin agreed. 

What could go wrong?

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     In just a matter of minutes after a few hits of this new marijuana substance (“Call it weed, it’s cooler,” Kitana had insisted), you were feeling… wonky, but in a good way. There was no other way to put it, you’d never felt this way before. Outside of the knowledge of Anakin, you’d tried a lot of other things like marijuana— namana, sweet blossom, even spice (just once, and never again), things Anakin would kill you if he knew about, but the feeling this gave you was unlike the others. You were extremely relaxed and calm, but at the same time extraordinarily giddy and happy. Things seemed to move a bit slower, and everything almost felt ridiculous, laughable. You found joy in the simplest things, specifically sitting by Ani’s side and fiddling with his fingers while you rested your head on his shoulder, sitting in the same crevice you were in before. 

Kitana was off somewhere, telling you two to hurry back soon to play a little welcome game before Padme arrived for the surprise. But right now, you both were happy just being together, laughing stupidly at the most nonsensical things. 

     “Oh Ani,” you sighed, gazing up at his boyish, but well-defined face from where you rested your head on his shoulder. “It’s so beautiful out here. I wish we could spend every night like this.”

     “I know,” Anakin replied softly, his voice having gone an octave lower and quieter ever since you’d smoked. He laced his fingers all the way in between yours and brought the back of your hand up to his lips, kissing there softly. “I wish I felt like this all the time… unfortunately, with the way things are going with the Council, I fear that’s impossible. I cherish these moments with you.”

You shifted, gazing at him with troubled eyes and a small pout, trying to get him to make eye contact. 

     “You know you’re my best friend, right, Ani? I’ll always be here for you.”

Anakin chuckled, amused by your kind heart, and finally looked down at you, 

     “Me too.”

    “Okay, lovebirds, let’s get goooing!” Kitana trilled dramatically, clapping her hands together. “We are going to play a little game. Come on, come onnn!”

    Kitana dragged the both of you up when neither of you budged, until you made your way to the penthouse where everyone was inside, mingling and chatting, and awaiting the guest of honor. Everything seemed to go by in a haze, slow motion almost, and the substance you’d inhaled had you taking your observation skills to the extreme. You looked over at Anakin to see if he was feeling the same way, only to find yourself gazing distractedly into his deep browns, his eyes tinted with red and slightly droopy, half-closed as if he was trying not to fall asleep, looking uninterestedly ahead at the group before him. You bit down on your lip and squeezed his hand, and although he didn’t look back at you, he slowly squeezed it back in acknowledgment.

    “Welcome, welcome everyone, don’t you all look so beautiful tonight?” Kitana cooed at the smiling faces before her. “Now, as you all know, our lovely guest is going to be here soon, and we’ll have to get in places to surprise her accordingly. But, first, I wanted to give us a little more time to get to know each other. So we’re going to be playing a little game.”

    You could’ve sworn Kitana winked at you then, but maybe you were just high. She explained the directions and everyone followed accordingly. She would make a statement or ask a question, and you would go towards whoever applied to the answer. The first round, she requested that everyone “walk up to the person with the cutest outfit” A swarm flocked to you, including Anakin, who only smiled at you gently. The next round, she said, “walk up to the person who has drunk the most tonight” Naturally, everyone flocked towards Kitana. 

You played a few rounds, getting into the groove of things and getting to know a multitude of others. You were extra relaxed and confident thanks to the weed, and you got along quite easily with everyone. That was normally the case— you were attractive and everyone made it a point to keep you aware of that fact. But Kitana’s next question was pushing it, further than you ever thought you’d go.

    “Alright. And now, and this is for the bold only. If you’re shy, this question is not for you!” Kitana was met with hooting and hollering from the gathering and she continued with an impish smirk. She paused before proposing the next round’s topic. “Now, walk up to the person you most want to be intimate with, and I mean intimate.”

    The concept would have normally thrown you off guard. That is, if you were completely sober. But right now, your mind was not at all interceded by it. In fact, you were quite open. So open that you walked, on auto-pilot, to Anakin, who also walked, on auto-pilot, towards you. 

    The both of you remained ignorant to the swarms coming up to either one of you (you and Anakin were arguably the most attractive at the party, and everyone had collectively decided they wanted a piece of at least one of you). It was as if you were the only ones in the room. You stood in front of Anakin for a second, both your backs facing the crowd of partygoers behind you that were hoping you’d pay attention to them. You looked at him as if to ask him for confirmation, and you sensed the most imperceptible nod from him. 

    In that moment, nothing else mattered, and Anakin’s skin glowed golden in front of you, a goddess with locks of curly brown hair that you had run your hands through many times, but nothing like the way you thought about while you were trying to go to sleep. And then you leaned in, your faces just inches apart, breathing softly against one another’s lips. You inched your head forward, nuzzling your mouth against his, and he broke the wall between you, reaching in and pressing his lips against yours to lock in a slow, tender kiss. You were unaware of the oohs and aahs coming from all around, because all you were focusing on was the way Anakin’s lips felt soft and warm and wet against yours. The kiss was like no other, it was as if you were melting into his mouth like ice cream on a hot day in Naboo. You ran your fingers through his fluffy hair just the way you desired and he pulled you closer into him by the small of your back, and you only pulled apart when you became aware of the crowd watching in a stupor. 

    When you pulled apart, your cheeks flushed warm at the hooting and hollering you were met with, all the raucous applause. But you didn’t pay any attention to the others, you simply continued gazing into Anakin’s eyes as he gazed back into yours, a new lightness in your gaze as if you had cracked the code. Before, this was something you and Anakin had almost been avoiding, dancing around the idea of it like frogs on floating lily pads drifting in a clear pond. You were best friends of course, your bond was unbreakable. But sometimes your touches lingered far too long to just be the touches of a close friend, and sometimes your stare remained far too fixated on Anakin’s lips when he spoke. 

    “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” you could practically hear the smirk in Kitana’s voice— she was always first to point out you and Anakin’s undeniable attraction to each other, no matter how many times the two of you brushed her off with an unbothered chuckle. 

    You giggled, shaking your head, and Anakin laughed too, bringing you in close for a hug. Again, everyone cheered, and once it died down, and Kitana was onto the next round, Anakin was guiding you away from the gathering, his hand on the small of your back. 

    “Uh, I-I-”

    “Anakin, stop right there,” you pressed a finger to his lips. “I know you and I know you’re about to apologize for something we both wanted to do.”

He swallowed and you saw his Adam’s apple bob nervously in his throat, 

    “So do-do you want me?”

    “Yes, Ani. Of course I want you, I-” you stepped closer to him and reached your hand up so it caressed his cheek and ran again through those luscious hazelnut locks of hair. You looked down at the ground, speaking quietly now, “I’ve always wanted you.”

You heard Anakin take in a sharp breath, then steady himself, and you felt his finger on your chin, making you look up at him.

    “Good,” he said in that unusually low and husky voice, his hand grabbing your jaw gently, his thumb rubbing calm circles against your skin. “I want you too.”

A pause as you looked at each other hopefully, and then Anakin let his hand drop to your mouth, his finger dragged along your bottom lip slowly and seductively, maintaining eye contact with you the whole while until the very last minute when his eyes fluttered down to your lips, coated in shiny lip gloss. You stood there in awe, your lips slightly parted until you found the breath to speak.

    “Now,” was all you said, looking up at him needily. 

    “What?” Anakin asked, leaning in in confusion.

    “Right here,” you leaned in even closer, tugging on his only fancy robe while you whispered in his ear. Your breath was warm against his neck and your words trickled down his spine, causing him to jolt forward excitedly. “If you want me, then show me. Take me right here, right now, in one of the bedrooms.”

You weren’t sure where this burst of confidence was coming from, but deep down you knew it was definitely triggered by your high, which was still ongoing and peaking. You pulled away slightly, your lips still at his neck as you looked up at him with eyes that shot daggers.

    “Can you do that for me, Ani? You must know I need you.”

    “Fuck,” Anakin hissed, panting, and as he pressed into you, you could feel how hard he was underneath his robes, and you very purposefully nudged your knee against him. His voice was tight and strained as he spoke the words into the crook of your neck. “Look what you’ve done to me.”

    “I haven’t done a thing to you,” you laughed lowly. “I think you did that all by yourself, Ani.”

You felt your stomach drop suddenly when Anakin huffed and grabbed you tightly by the hand, leading you quickly down the deserted hall and turning into one of the big bedrooms, shutting the door behind him immediately by towering over you with his hands pressed against the door on either side of you. You were locked in beneath him and you could practically see the hunger in his low-hanging eyes, see it in the way his jaw was clenched tight. 

    “Why have you kept this from me for so long?” he breathed heavily, and you replied,

    “We both knew it, it was just a matter of when it would happen.”

    Suddenly, Anakin was kissing you again, and you were kissing him back, and he turned around and pushed up against you until you were both on the plush bed. He hovered over you, his muscles flexing in his arms as he deepened the kiss, eliciting a sweet moan from your mouth into his. The kiss was breathless and passionate, burning with the flame of desire struck between the two of you. 

    Before you knew it he was pulling your dress over your head and you were raising your arms up so he could get it over your body, and he threw it to the side onto the floor. He resumed kissing you after an astounded onceover of your body, and you wrapped your legs around his waist to trap him in, your hands clutching either side of his soft face. 

But suddenly, your lips lost contact with his as he pulled away. You whimpered, looking up at him in confusion and worry when you saw the look on his face.

    “Wait…” he was breathing heavy. “Are you sure about this?”

    “Yes, Anakin, I want you to have me, please,” you pleaded, your tone descending from intense and irritated to begging and delicate. 

You pressed your lips to his again, open-mouthed and kissing needily, but he pulled away once more. You huffed impatiently.

    “No, I mean, really. We’re both... really high right now… a-aren’t you?”

    “Yes, Ani,” you grinned, your heart softened by his consideration. You let your hand gently caress his face and his hair, a soft smile on your lips. “I’m sure. The… weed definitely has made an impact on me, but, not enough to cloud my judgment like this. I know I want you. I’m sure I want you. I need you. Are… are you okay with this?”

Anakin nodded intensely, and you followed suit, nodding your head slowly and placing your hand on his shoulder. 

    “Yeah, yeah, I’m okay with it. I’ve wanted this for,” he gulped, glancing down at your beautiful body and getting distracted, “for so long.”

    “As have I,” you giggled, and you pulled him in for another kiss, slower this time. 

    Every sensation was on ten, his lips against yours, the way his hair brushed lightly against your cheek, how his tongue would run along your bottom lip, slick with wet. Every sensation was like being bounced around on a big cloud in a cotton candy sky. Nothing had ever felt like this before, and it was a result of the chemistry between you two and the substance in your system. Eventually, you got his clothes off, too, running your hands along his abs with zero discretion as he kissed you, his mouth moving further down your body, starting at the neck with plump, tantalizingly slow kisses. You grasped a handful of hair, pulling gently at it and making him moan against your neck. Oh, how sweet his moans sounded to your ear, like audible candy that melted in your mouth. Your Anakin. 

    He made his way down, and once he made his way to your stomach, your legs were shaking with nerves. Every movement he made got closer and closer to your heat. Your stomach lifted and receded with every breath, and Anakin placed his hand on your belly, feeling your breath as your stomach rose and fell. Once you felt his hand there, your breathing calmed. 

    He looked up, his lips still attached to your v-line just above the hem of your underwear,

    “Everything alright?”

    “Yes,” you breathed in. “I’m… just nervous. We’ve never done this.”

    “I understand. I’ll treat you right,” Anakin promised, his tone serious as sin. “Just lay back, I’ll make you feel good. I’m not going to judge you.” He pressed another kiss to your body, this time to your inner thigh, making you gasp. “And if you ever want me to stop, you say so.”

You nodded, 

    “Okay.”

    “Okay.”

    Anakin spent a few more moments just like that, his lips kissing against the plush skin on your inner thighs, one hand interlaced with yours. After one particularly succulent kiss to your inner thigh, a moan rose deep in his throat and he glared up at you.

    “Mm, you taste so good,” he sighed, making your cheeks warm just at the gruff sound of his voice. “Can I?”

    He was pulling gently at your underwear, making sure it was okay if he pulled them down. 

    “Please,” you nodded vigorously, and he pulled them down with ease, sliding them down your legs and throwing them off to the side. You doubted you’d properly be able to find your clothes in this big room after you were done. 

    Anakin let out a shaky breath when he looked down at your pussy, glistening in the dark of the room, wet and throbbing just slightly. He went red in the face, feeling like he was doing something so against the rules— he was face to face with his best friend in your most vulnerable state. But the idea of it only turned him on. 

    “So pretty,” he breathed, placing a kiss on your mound.

You whimpered slightly, watching his every move. Smoothly, without haste, he flicked his tongue against your entrance, using his fingers to spread your folds. You practically lurched forward at the feeling of the tip of his tongue against you, so sensitive and so warm. He dipped his tongue in further, lips closing in around the tip of your clit as he did so. You moaned, your eyes rolling back at the magical sensation of pleasure,

    “Yes, Anakin.”

    He moaned against you, his voice vibrating against your pussy, making you groan and tug at his hair. He closed his eyes, eyelashes fluttering against his cheek as he practically made out with your pussy. You laid there in complete ecstasy while Anakin made you feel so good, as promised. You nearly shrieked when he started to fuck you earnestly with his tongue, letting it delve deep in and out of you, exploring up and down as he used his thumb to gently rub circles against your sensitive clit. 

    “Oh gods,” you cried out, gripping harder onto his hair. “How—oh—where did you learn this?”

    Anakin just chuckled against you, and your legs closed around his head as the pleasure became excruciatingly good. Once again everything was on ten. The drug had you feeling like you could feel every little sensation, and it was all so amazing. 

    “Ani, baby, I’m gonna come,” your voice grew broken and whiny as you scrunched your eyes shut, bucking your hips up closer to his face and feeling his tongue slide impossibly deeper into you while he did some inexplicable trick. “Please don’t stop, please don’t—”

    You mewled loudly when he pulled away just as you were about to reach that peak, leaving you throbbing around absolutely nothing, his hands pushing your shaking legs apart.

    “Why’d you stop?” you pouted, lamenting the feeling of his tongue inside you and his lips against you.

    “Because you’re going to come on my cock,” he demanded as he reached up and hovered over you, face to face with you now. 

The flash you saw in his eyes could only be described as a fire, and you couldn’t argue with him in such a state. This was a side of Anakin you’d never seen before, and it had you running your hands all over his body like a needy little puppy. 

    “But first,” Anakin said, only completing his sentence by taking two of his fingers and placing them at your lips. You opened with ease, coating his fingers in your spit and sucking on them while you looked hungrily into each other’s eyes. “Good girl,” he praised you, and before you knew it those fingers were leading down to your pussy, which was only now recovering from its declined orgasm. 

You shook with a cry as Anakin slid his fingers into you like it was nothing, stretching you out.

    “Shh,” he shushed you gently, kissing your cheek, before he pulled his fingers out and put them to his lips, sucking on his fingers just as you had his. He closed his eyes, reveling in the taste of you, like a forbidden fruit. He went back down again, fucking deep into you twice with his fingers, causing you to shudder and grip his bare, toned back. 

This time, he put his fingers, coated with your slick arousal, to your lips, and you obliged, sucking his fingers with fervor. 

    “Here,” he’d said. “See how good you taste?”

    “Mmm,” you moaned around his fingers, holding his wrist and sucking hungrily. 

Anakin’s jaw ticked, watching your face, that cunning smile of yours as your lips closed around his fingers, the way your eyes seemed to pull him in without even trying. 

    “You like the way you taste, don’t you? Filthy thing,” he said through gritted teeth, and you nodded slowly, biting down on your lip once you let his fingers slide out of your mouth. He pulled off his boxers. “Are you ready?”

    “Yes, I’m ready.”

    With a shaky breath, Anakin gripped the base of his dick, his brows furrowed in concentration as he guided himself up to you, lining the tip of his dick up with your entrance. You both let out a slight gasping sound in reaction, and you looked up at Anakin with wide, awe-filled eyes. He slipped into you easily, and by that point you were both looking down to watch him stretch you out as your folds widened over the tip and shaft, until a good portion of him was inside you, thick and big and filling. 

    “Mmh,” you squirmed underneath him, and his eyes glanced up from your core to your face. Your brows were knit together and your lips were drawn down at the corners, the pleasure almost unbearable. “More, please.”

    He abided silently, pushing deeper into you, forcing you both into silence as you concentrated on how good it felt. You enveloped Anakin perfectly, like a love letter sealed with hot, red wax. When you looked up at Anakin, his mouth was open in an o-shape and his brows were furrowed, and he was looking unabashedly into your eyes. They were as rich a brown as they had ever been, and still tinged with that red that made his eyes droop slightly, so every loo from him was a sultry gaze. You couldn’t help it, breaking the silence to whimper because he felt so good unmoving and throbbing inside you, and his intense facial expression had you salivating. 

    You squeezed involuntarily around him as if your pussy was begging him to move, and he let out a shuddering moan, swearing,

    “Fuck.”  

Feeling encouraged by his admission, you moaned and put a hand over his back, grasping the muscle there and saying,

    “Please move, Ani, it feels too good-”

    You were cut off by his sudden thrusting motion, deep and swift yet gentle all at once, plunging into you and then back out again, until he gathered a continuous momentum. By then, you were cursing and saying his name and tears were welling up in your eyes. Nothing had ever felt so good before, and you were so wet that you thought you could last forever. Each time he pulled out of you was a loss, and you fixated on those few seconds where he wasn’t inside you by wishing he’d be inside of you once again. Every sensation you felt set your soul on fire and pulled words out of your mouth you’d never imagined yourself saying. 

    When you were close, you had wrapped your legs around his waist, trapping him so all he could do was push deeper inside you. You had your faces buried in each other’s neck, moaning against soft, sweaty skin, and a burning sensation began to fill your stomach and travel down as you released around him, coming like a waterfall and moaning his name, your nails digging little crescent moons into his back,

    “Fu-fuck, Anakin!” you groaned, your voice hoarse and half-gone, squeezing your eyes shut as you tugged at his hair and pulled your hands around his neck. You rode out your high, mumbling incoherent phrases as he kept on pushing into you, chasing his own high after yours. 

    Your lips, tucked away in the crook of his neck, brushed against his ear, and he was done for, that feathery sensation combined with your dripping pussy absolutely soaking around him pushed him over the edge, and he came with a violent moan, his hips stuttering as he faded into you. Your name, as well as plenty of other things, fell out of his lips as he came, spurts of his hot cum shooting into you. He collapsed on top of you, sweaty bodies flush against one another. You could feel his chest rising and falling against yours, just as he felt your chest puff up against his own. 

    Then, the only sounds in the room were those of you breathing heavily, catching your breath like you were returning back to reality and the only world you truly knew, outside of the paradise you had found in one another for those few lingering moments. Anakin’s body heat against yours operated like a warm blanket, and you found yourselves staying there for a moment, wet and sweaty and dirty and somehow purified in the oddest of ways. When Anakin finally rolled away after what felt like hours later, on his back on the large bed beside you and still breathing heavily, you finally felt your high starting to wear off. It was like the longer you were intimate, the longer the high lasted, and now that that was truly over, you were coming back down. 

    You still felt euphoric, on cloud nine, your body abuzz with that glow you get post coitus. And you looked over at Anakin, to see that he was already looking over at you, his lips quirked up in a charming, boyish smile so typical of him. You leaned on your side and smiled back at him, your eyes locking in a knowing gaze. You leaned into him and kissed his button nose, and he chuckled, scrunching his nose up like a rabbit. You ran a hand through his hair, which was hardly out of place despite the past activities, and you shook your head with a light laugh. 

    “We should have done this a long time ago, no?” you joked, and he rolled his eyes playfully.

    “Well,” he started, brushing his hand against your cheek. “Now that we know how it feels, we have all the time in the world to do it again… and again, and again, and—”

    “Alright, alright, you horndog,” you chortled. “I suppose you are right, though.”

    “Mm hm, you know I am,” Anakin replied, his hand dropping down to your shoulder to caress your arm. “We should go see Kitana before the night is over, don’t you think?”

    “Why, so she can announce to everyone that we had sex?” you asked with a laugh. 

    “No, silly,” Anakin shook his head with an amused grin. “For more of that stuff.”

[duxhess-kryzewan]

Hogwarts au?

a/n: i read this and thought “my time has come”. my two great loves: harry potter and star wars.

- games of destiny - 

"I don't understand why you come to the matches when you don't like Quidditch to begin with." Padme says.

Satine glares, “I do like coming."

Padme rolls her eyes, "Hardly, all you do is make comments about how barbaric it is."

The crack of a bat colliding with a bludger echoes through the stadium and 

Satine flinches. Padme was right of course, she thought the whole concept of trying to hit the opposing teams player with something so brutishly named as a Bludger was beyond violent. It was the kind of savagery she could never get behind.

She goes to respond, but stops herself when she sees the Quaffle flying right towards them. Another reason she hates the sport; spectators weren't always safe either.

A flash of ginger dressed in red and yellow appears in front of her, intercepting the ball just before it reaches the two of them and she hears Padme begin to laugh. 

"Oh yeah, that's why you like coming."

Satine turns to glare at her friend, "That's preposterous; and you're certainly not one to talk. Everyone knows you're only here to keep on eye on that Seeker of yours."

Padme shoots a glance to the sky, where Anakin's form can just be made out among the clouds and smiles, "Yes, well, at least Anakin and I are open with our feelings for one another, unlike you and Obi-Wan who keep pretending like you aren't completely mad for each other."

“Obi-Wan and I are both too focused on our studies to think about anything else, Padme.”

Padme snorts, “And yet he’s the only thing you’ve kept eyes on this entire time.”

Satine can feel the blush creeping up her cheeks as Padme speaks and it's only made worse when Obi-Wan flies by them again and flashes her a dopey grin, one that she can't help but return.

Beside her Padme snorts, "Absolutely smitten the two of you are."

She bites down harshly on her lip to refrain from smiling. Yes, absolutely smitten indeed.

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After the match (a win for Gryffindor, thanks to Anakin) she follows Padme as she treks quickly through the snow, the young girl impatient to see her boyfriend. As much as it annoyed Satine, she found it awfully cute at the same time. They may be two years apart, but she counted Padme as perhaps her closest friend at school. 

"Congratulations." She said as they finally made their way to the pair of boys, "Another consecutive win for you all, thanks to you Skywalker."

Anakin slings an arm around Padmes shoulders and smiles, "We would have won even if I hadn't caught the snitch. Obi-Wan here is a master with Quaffle, he certainly would have led us to victory."

Satine dares to look at Obi-Wan, blushing profusely when she finds that his eyes were already trained on her. Perhaps Padme was right, they were awful at hiding their affection for one another.

"Well," She says returning his smile, "Master Kenobi does have a nice ring to it I suppose."

This time Obi-Wan blushes, the action tugging delicately at her heartstrings and she wonders when the mere sight of him being so adorably embarrassed started to make her heart flutter so. They had vowed to one another that their studies were more important than pursuing any type of relationship, yet the feelings she had harbored for him hadn't faded. In fact, she would say they've only grown.

When she looks to Anakin and Padme, she finds they were too engrossed in one another to have even noticed the stolen glances between the two. 

"Well then, Master Kenobi," She begins, watching as the two young lovebirds march off towards the castle, "Perhaps you'd join me on a walk around the grounds?"

She holds out her hand, gesturing for him to take it and she's thoroughly amused by his unsure look. For someone so confident in everything he does, he was awfully skeptical of her request.

"If you insist."

She grins as he gently tugs her closer and links their arms together, the rush of emotion that courses through her at his touch elicits such a warmth in the pit of her stomach and she has to remind herself to breathe. Yes, Padme was mostly certainly right. She may have despised Quidditch and all of its barbaric attributes, but watching Obi-Wan made it just a bit more bearable and it's certainly the reason she keeps coming to their games. 

"You must be freezing." He comments, tugging her just the slightest bit closer than propriety would dictate, "Do you want my scarf?"

She bites down on the bottom of her lip to refrain from grinning too hard, "Can you imagine the scandal if Ravensclaws head girl was caught in Gryffindor colors?"

Obi-Wan laughs and unloops his scarf from around his neck, clearly ignoring her half-hearted rejection of his chivalry, "Can you imagine the scandal if she were to die of hypothermia?"

She stops when he untangles his arm from hers long enough to drape his scarf around her neck, his scent suddenly encompassing her fully and invading her senses and it briefly makes her dizzy. 

"There you go." He says softly.

She thinks back to her time in hiding with him, back when her family had been hunted by the death eaters. He and Qui-Gon had taken her in for the summer and vowed to keep her safe until she was able to return home. It was then of course, with all the long nights moving from safe house to safe house, that the clandestine nature of their relationship had begun. 

They had agreed however that once it had been deemed safe for her to return home that they would part ways. The last two years of their schooling had been fast approaching, and she had agreed with him; their futures were on two different paths. He was destined to be an Auror, and she to work at the ministry. But now, staring at him in the fresh snow fall, she wonders if they would truly be destined for demise had they chose to stay together. 

"Satine?" He questions in wake of her silence.

"Sorry," she says lightly, "Lost in my thoughts."

The smile he gives her is soft and so reminiscent of when they were together, "All good ones, I would hope."

“Memories,” she says, “Just memories.”

They had remained friends of course; it would have been next to impossible not too. After all, their respective best friends were too much in love with one another to be apart for long, which ultimately led to them spending time together. And she could tell - in the uncanny way she’s always been able to read him - that he knew what she meant.

“I can’t help but wonder, Obi-wan,” Suddenly she feels out of breath, like the air had been sucked out of her lungs and it takes a good bit of strength to force the rest of the words out, “How our futures would turn out if we hadn’t came to our agreement all those years ago.”

There’s a sudden sadness in his eyes and it breaks her heart ever so slightly. “Had you said the word, I would sought out a different dream for a career.”

She can’t help but smile, despite the slight aching in her chest as she reaches out and cups his cheek, “I can’t ask you to give up being an Auror. It’s what you’ve always wanted, and I know you want to do Qui-Gon proud.”

Qui-Gon had told him years before that forming such strong attachments would do nothing but hinder his full potential when he finally went off to become an Auror, and Satine had known it was best that she not stand in the way of his destiny. They may be young, but she knew he was meant for much greater things than her.

He covers the hand holding his cheek with his own, tangling their cold fingers together, “I’ve been thinking. Perhaps Qui-Gon was wrong. Perhaps I can have both.”

It’s all that she’s wanted to hear throughout the last two years and, without much thought about anything else, she kisses him.

“We may have different paths,” She whispers against him, “But I’d like to walk them together.”

He kisses her soundly in agreement, and everything suddenly feels okay.

This is why she liked Quidditch.

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a/n: i hope this was an okay attempt to combine the two worlds. i do love a good obitine au.

[danger-xylophones]

Changed Your Name (Captain Rex x Jedi! Reader)

This can be seen as a sequel to Uncharted or predating it

Summary: You and Rex don’t always have time to call but you do find ways to talk

Warnings: none except for some slightly suggestive language, I put it into a text conversation format and I used female pronouns

Word count: 2383 words {masterlist}

[Cyar’ika]

!!!

Three exclamation points. This was how this conversation started. Now, Rex would like to think that he has holochatted with you enough times to get a grasp on the bizarre shorthand you used. You had explained to him that the people of your planet primarily holochatted (or ‘texted’ as you told him it was called on your home planet) using shorthand. So, naturally, Rex made it his duty to figure out how to communicate the same way. However, the captain wasn’t particularly good at it and he still had a lot to learn. Case in point: the three exclamation points. What did those mean? Were you in trouble? You were supposed to be on leave right now. Suddenly, the captain’s earlier anxieties returned. He never liked leaving you alone on Coruscant (even if you weren’t really alone, you had your entire battalion along with the Jedi) but now he was extra concerned because there was little he could do to help you as he was off-world and currently setting up camp for the night.

[Captain Rexy]

What? What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Was there an attack? 

Cyare, what’s going on?

The captain was on the verge of a crisis and suddenly very grateful for the helmet aiding in disguising his growing panic. 

[Cyar’ika]

Rlx, Rexy, m fine. But look-

You sent him a picture and Rex sighed in a cross between affection, relief, and soft frustration at his needless worrying. The picture wasn’t of great quality, a little grainy and very dark which told Rex you were out at night. However, before he could begin to panic because you were out at night and anything could happen to you, Rex took notice of the corner of a sign indicating you were in the alleyway beside 79’s. Most likely, you had headed to the clone hang out with your boys and had simply stepped out for a breath of fresh air. Rex knew that you weren’t a people person and that you could easily be overwhelmed even by your own men. 

Rex could also see the tip of your thumb slightly covering part of the picture which told him that you had taken this picture in a rush. But what had caused that rush was in the center of the image; a little tooka kitten that looked to be a light shade of blue with darker, almost black spots dotting over its face and back was sitting on top of your boot-clad foot grinning up at him seemingly through the image. 

[Cyar’ika]

Can we keep him? 

he’s so cute

he jst plopped down on my foot

[Captain Rexy]

No.

[Cyar’ika]

wut

Why not? 

[Captain Rexy]

You already have a tooka that goes on missions with you. 

[Cyar’ika]

Yeh but this would be OUR tooka

[Captain Rexy]

As tempting as that is, no

[Cyar’ika]

:(

[Captain Rexy]

Still no.

[Cyar’ika]

:’’’’’’’(

[Captain Rexy]

Cyare…

[Cyar’ika]

We could name him Rex Jr. too

Rex couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh whilst ignoring the way his face warmed. You were always like this whenever you saw an animal you deemed cute. He remembered the first time you had shown him the tooka you adopted early on in the war and Fritz told him the story of how he argued with you for maybe five minutes before you eventually went ahead and adopted it anyway. You named it Snake due to the markings it bore which gave it a reptilian look and it was the unofficial mascot of your battalion. And the damn thing hated Rex. So, the captain wasn’t ready to share your affection with yet another living being. 

[Captain Rexy]

No.

[Cyar’ika]

But he could be the mascot or the 501st

[Captain Rexy]

We can’t keep him. 

End of story.

[Cyar’ika]

:/

Boo. 

…[Cyar’ika] changed your name…

[Cptn Stick-In-The-Mud]

Really?

[Cyar’ika]

:0 

How did that happen?

…[Cptn Stick-In-The-Mud] changed [Cyar’ika]’s name…

[The-Most-Annoying-Jedi]

?

oh

Didn’t know you thought you were texting Anakin this whole time

A chuckle escaped Rex as he read your response, catching the attention of some nearby troopers and the general in question. The captain was quick to disguise his chortling as a random coughing fit so he wouldn’t have to explain himself. Anakin, however, still sent him a raised eyebrow that Rex quickly waved away before returning his attention to your ongoing conversation when the general was distracted by a ding coming from his wrist.

…[The-Most-Annoying-Jedi] changed your name… …[The-Most-Annoying-Jedi] changed their name… …[General Ice] added [Anakin Skywalker] to the chat…

[General Ice]

Tell your captain to stop arguing with me

[Anakin Skywalker] 

Oh, so it’s you that’s got my captain so distracted.

Rex, stop arguing with Y/n.

Rex pulled a face underneath his bucket before sending an incredulous look at Anakin who was smugly smiling back at him. He would have liked to say that he was taken aback by you adding Skywalker to the conversation but you’d done this before. 

[Captain Rex]

But, sir, she’s being unreasonable.

[Anakin Skywalker]

How so?

[General Ice]

I want Rex to make this little guy the mascot of the 501st

You sent another picture. In this one, it was clear that you were back in 79’s, crammed into a booth with Commander Fritz on one side and Bolt on the other, and peaking out over the top of your shirt was the little tooka. The little furball was smiling again, this time in contentment as he was undeniably warm and safe. The captain felt the familiar worm of ugly green wriggling around; he should be lying against your chest, not that little monster. 

[Anakin Skywalker]

Force…

He’s adorable

[Captain Rex]

No, not you too

Why don’t you keep him?

[General Ice]

I would, gladly, but look at him-

Another picture, this time of only the tooka as he was curled up in the palm of what was probably Fritz’s hand. 

[General Ice]

Look at  his lil ol’ face 

Yet another, zoomed in on the creature’s face. 

[General Ice]

Plus he’s blue

And I already have Snake

[Captain Rex]

And that brings me to the very first objection I made

[General Ice]

That was not

[Captain Rex]

Yes, it was, general

Your reply didn’t come through immediately and for a second, Rex was worried he had angered you by using your title. He knew that you didn’t like being referred to by it. But, his fears were laid to rest when your response came through. 

[General Ice]

Ok, so, maybe it was

:P

But still-why can’t he be your battalion’s mascot?

He’s friendly, protective, trustworthy and v loyal

Jst like the men of the 501st

[Anakin Skywalker]

Those are all valid

Why can’t we keep him, Rex?

The captain suddenly felt like walking into the ocean. By now, he had taken off his helmet and switched to his datapad as he sat by the fire beside the other general he was now about to argue with. 

[Captain Rex]

General L/n had the added luxury of Snake being partially trained when she  found him

None of the men in our battalion would have time to train the little guy.

On top of that, General L/n has her own apartment where the tooka can stay.

You do not, General, so, he would have to stay aboard the Resolute.

Or, he’d stay in the temple or the barracks where he’d only be underfoot. 

The captain leaned back in his seat, eager to see the response to his well-crafted arguments. Anakin’s eyes were busily flicking over the screen of his own pad as he tried to think of a comeback and Rex could just imagine you making that ridiculously adorable face you always make when you know you can’t win an argument but are determined to try. Your eyebrows would knit together and your lips would form into a minuscule pout, after that, your nose would crinkle just a little bit as your eyes would focus on something unseen. Then, suddenly, you’d snap back to reality with your rebuttal on your tongue. Maker, he missed your face. 

[Anakin Skywalker]

I hate to say it, Ice, but Rex has a point. 

We can’t take him.

[General Ice]

It’s alright

But we have to do something for the little guy. 

He was just shivering on top of a trash can when I walked by the alley. 

He perked up when I made him realize I wasn’t a threat

And he’s so skinny, he could die and it’d be my fault.

There you go again, letting the facade of the ‘Ice general’ melt away to reveal the compassionate, loving girl Rex held so close to his heart. A wave of guilt suddenly crashed over the captain and he wanted nothing more than to hold you. Rex caught Anakin’s eye and they both seemed to share the same guilt though Rex wasn’t certain the general understood how far his feelings delved.

[General Ice]

Wait, didn’t Padme say she wanted to get a tooka?

[Anakin Skywalker]

Yeah, how did you know?

[General Ice]

I overheard part of your holo call like a week ago

I recommend making sure your door is shut before you do those btw

Do you think she’d want the little guy?

[Anakin Skywalker]

Maybe, how old do you think he is?

[General Ice]

Not sure, I’d wager around two and a half months old

[Captain Rex]

And you’re sure he doesn’t belong to anyone?

[General Ice]

Positive. 

So?

[Anakin Skywalker]

I think that’s perfect! 

Thanks

[General Ice]

Thank you, actually, for taking that off my conscience

I’ll take him to the vet and get him all checked out tomorrow

For now, he’ll be living in my room in the temple

Oh, and I request visitation rights

[Anakin Skywalker]

Pfft, I’m sure Padme won’t mind

[General Ice]

Oh, and one more thing.

[Anakin Skywalker]

??

[General Ice]

Padme needs to make him the official mascot of the 501st on Coruscant.

Rex’s face dropped as he stared apathetically at his datapad, by now most of his brothers had retired for bed and thus he could be a bit laxer with his facial expressions. Of course you would figure out a way to undermine him. Anakin could be heard laughing to the captain’s right and Rex just bowed his head in defeat. 

[Anakin Skywalker]

Done. 

Alright, I’ll let you two lovebirds get back to gross couple talk now

[General Ice]

It’s not gross!

:P

And you can’t say that when you have ‘gross couple talk’ with Padme at two in the morning!

[Anakin Skywalker] 

How did you…?

[General Ice]

Shut. your. door. and. WINDOWS. hotshot. 

My room is right next to yours, peedunky.

…[General Ice] removed [Anakin Skywalker] from the chat… …[General Ice] changed their name… …[Y/n] changed your name…

[Cptn-Stick-In-The-Mud]

Cyare…

I’m sorry.

[Y/n]

Y’know, maybe I should start dating Fives-

He at least likes to have fun

;P

Rex snorted unceremoniously, seeing right through your bluff. 

[Cptn-Stick-In-The-Mud]

Please, we both know you’d strangle him when he got a little too handsy

Besides, 

You knew that we couldn’t keep the little guy

…[Cptn-Stick-In-The-Mud] changed [Y/n]’s name…

[Cyar’ika]

I know

I just got excited at the idea of having a little one for us to take care of

:’)

Rex’s face grew warm once again. The two of you had talked about your future together and whether or not you eventually wanted children. You’d been on the fence about it...until now.

[Cptn-Stick-In-The-Mud]

I wish I was there to hear you say that in person

…[Cyar’ika] changed your name…

[Cyar’ika]

Believe me, I wish you were here too

;)

Oh...Rex’s armor suddenly felt a little too tight. The captain couldn’t help but smile at your boldness as he struggled to craft a flirty reply.

[Cptn Sexy]

There isn’t a moment where I stop missing you

...

[Cyar’ika]

Ner mesh’la alor’ad…

That’s so sweet

…you changed your name…

[Cyar’ika]

Why did you change it? 

It’s accurate

…[Cyar’ika] changed your name...

[Cptn Sexy]

Y/n…

[Cyar’ika]

;)

...you changed your name…

[Cyar’ika]

:(

[Rex]

Cyar’ika, please

[Cyar’ika]

:(((

[Rex]

:|

[Cyar’ika]

:/

You’re catching on

[Rex]

:/

...you changed your name…

[Captain Rexy]

Better?

[Cyar’ika]

(*.* ) 

Almost

…[Cyar’ika] changed your name…

[Cyar’ika]

There

<3

[Rexy]

Whatever makes you happy.

[Cyar’ika]

Oh, believe me, this does

I miss you-please hurry home

[Rexy]

I’ll try, ner cyare, I’ll try

[Cyar’ika]

I know you will

You sent another picture. In this one, you were already in bed, hair fanned out over your pillow with the duvet pulled up to your nose but the covers weren’t enough to hide the dazzling smile. Just above your head was the infamous tooka, Snake, sound asleep on the pillow. His deep red fur looked glossy and freshly brushed and the black markings on his face added a seriousness to his furry little image. You must have snapped this picture mid ear-twitch because one of his black striped ears was blurry. In the curve of Snake’s body was the younger tooka you had found who looked like he had received a bath and a brushing for his fur looked less matted and much shinier than in any other picture. Both of the animals were completely passed out and it was easy to tell that you would soon be following their lead. You just had to turn off the lamp on your bedside and Rex knew that you would be dead to the world for a few hours till you woke up curled around his pillow with the tookas wedged between you. You looked happy but Rex could still see the longing in your eyes. 

 [Cyar’ika] 

We’ll see you when you get back. I love you, always. 

…[Cyar’ika] changed your name... 

[Cyar’ika] Good night. 

[Riduur] Good night, ner riduur. 

 And as night settled on the captain like a heavy blanket and Anakin ushered Rex to get some rest, he couldn’t help but think back to the image of the little tooka curled into Snake and the adoring smile you sent both the animals and him. He knew you loved him and he knew you loved those two. And suddenly, the idea of sharing your love with a little one didn’t seem so impossible. 

[whattheflockbirbs]

An unsupervised cardboard box…it would be a shame if someone were to chew it

[mytardisisparked]

Hi! If you’re still doing the sentence thing, (can be obitine, doesn’t have to) um... “Yes we Can-dalore!”

Satine and Obi-Wan turned to look at him in tandem.

Anakin grinned sheepishly. “I’m gonna take the look on your faces as a no.”

Obi-Wan pinched the bridge of his nose. “Anakin, this speech is supposed to win senators over, not scare them off.”

The younger Jedi shrugged and leaned against the wall, unperturbed.

Biting back a smile, Satine turned back to the holoscreen and scrolled through what she had so far. “Maybe we should have Padme take a look at this; she’s more used to talking to the Senate than I.”

Anakin pushed off the wall, “I can go get her for you, if you would like.” He pointed his thumb over his shoulder at the door. “She’s just down the hall.”

“Perhaps I should go,” said Obi-Wan. “Last time I sent you to fetch the Senator, it took you an hour to get her from a floor down.”

“Like I said, the elevator broke.” Anakin opened the door with a shrug, although the redness of his ears was quite contrary to his outward nonchalance. Before anyone could say anything else, he slipped into the hall.

Satine chuckled softly. “Do they still think we don’t know?”

“Anakin might be brilliant on the battlefield and Padme might be a force to be reckoned with in the Senate, but they aren’t the brightest when it comes to subtlety.” Obi-Wan shook his head fondly.

“Well,” Satine smirked and slipped around the desk to stand next to the Jedi, placing a slender hand on his forearm. “Since it would seem that we have some time...”

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow, “My dear, wouldn’t that make us hypocrites?”

“I think we’ve been hypocrites for a long time, darling,” Satine said, leaning in closer.

“And what about your speech?” Obi-Wan asked, mirroring her movement.

“It can wait until Padme gets here.”

“And if the lovebirds show up in the middle of-”

“Just shut up and kiss me, Ben.”

And with that, Satine grabbed the sides of his tabard, pulling his lips in to meet hers.

Out in the hallway, Commander Cody and Captain Rex each turned a bright shade of red, slowly backing away from the door. 

They stood awkwardly for a moment, Cody clearing his throat and Rex running a hand over his blond head. 

“So uh,” Rex started, “General Kenobi and-”

“Yup.” Cody stared at the floor a moment. “And Senator Amidala and-” 

“Yup.”

They let a moment of silence pass.

“And they think we don’t know?” Rex said.

Cody shrugged. “I guess. Not sure how they could think we don’t though. None of them are very subtle.”

Something bumped against a door down the hall and the two clones winced.

“Not very subtle indeed.”

send me the first sentence of a fic and I’ll finish it

Okay I'm gonna be honest, I didn’t really know where I was going with this one, even though I LOVED the prompt. I didn’t really know how to finish it. Also, I wrote this one like 10 times in different ways and Obi-Wan and Satine ended up making out EVERY. STINKING. TIME. These nerds just can’t keep their hands off each other.

[mrsfullbuster500]

Cal Kestis x OC Preview (Love Confession)

Ok, so here’s another preview of my Cal Kestis x OC fic I’ve been working on. Mostly been posting these here to give me more motivation and inspiration to work on the fanfiction. This scene takes place right before the arena scene after Cal is captured on Zeffo. I also took a bit of inspiration from Padme’s confession to Anakin in Episode 2.

Summary

It’s been a while since Luna joined up with Cal, Cere and Greez on Kashyyyk. Her resurfacing feelings, and initial refusal to embrace them, for her childhood friend have been eating away at her, and she just can’t hide from them anymore. Her emotions have boiled over to the point that she just decides on confessing and pouring her heart out to Cal, and during a dire situation no less.

-----------------------------

It had been a long series of events that had brought Cal and Luna to this point. They’d woken up in a strange place, reunited with BD-1 and moved up through the compound fairly quickly. Even though she’d been unable to figure out where they were, she had recognised the large room beyond the doors as some kind of arena judging from the crowds of people.

Before Cal could enter, she grabbed his wrist. “Cal wait… first I have to tell you something.” She insisted, pulling him back by the hand. Her feelings for him had been eating away at her for a while, and she couldn’t keep them a secret from him anymore. “Luna? What’s wrong?” He asked, turning to face her, BD-1 letting out a confused boop from over Cal’s shoulder.

“I didn’t tell you about my struggles getting worse because… I didn’t want to disappoint you…” She began, closing the distance between them. “And these feelings… I just can’t keep denying them anymore.” Tears welled up in her eyes, her words had confused him, his eyes meeting hers. Her face held a sad and resigned expression as she leaned up to him. “You think I don’t love you, but that couldn’t be any further from the truth…” She added, suddenly pressing her lips to his without another word, pouring all her bottled up emotions into that one kiss.

It took Cal a moment for it to sink in, but he had been unable to stop himself from kissing her back once it had, wrapping both arms around her waist and pulling her closer. Meanwhile, BD-1 was doing an excited little dance on Cal’s shoulder in reaction to what was currently going on.

He pulled away a little after a moment, removing one hand from her waist and brushing a few rogue strands of hair behind her ear. “Why would you think that? I could never ever be disappointed with you.” He reassured her, a heart-warming look of affection on his face. “Sometimes I feel so weak, Cal… it hurts so much…” She was clearly still suffering from the call of the dark side, even now, and it had always hurt him to see her essentially break down in front of him. He pulled her into a gentle hug for a brief moment. And in that instant, she felt safe, like nothing could hurt her while she was in Cal’s embrace.

 “You are not weak, you are strong, and we can get through this, together.” He muttered into her ear before pulling away completely, apart from the grip on her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He then proceeded to wipe the tears from her eyes with his free hand. “Now let’s see if we can find a way out.” He added. She nodded. “Alright… together” She smiled warmly, taking a deep breath before they stepped out into the arena. The pair were greeted by loud cheering from the onlookers.

As soon as they reached the centre, a big hologram appeared. “Finally they arrived!” The newcomer began. “We had action on how long it would take you both to get here!” He added as he began pacing a little. Luna had no idea who this man was, but Cal was on the ball with the questions. “Who the hell are you?” He asked.

“Who am I?” The older man laughed. “I’m Sorc Tormo, the boss of this operation. And you can thank little Greezy four arms for us being brought together.” This Sorc Tormo had certainly seemed very cheery, and outlandish. Although Luna was quick to piece together what was happening, from inspecting her surroundings, she didn’t say anything. “As soon as we get out of here, I’ll be sure to do that.” Cal just retorted.

Sorc then started addressing the crowd. “We have some special challengers for everyone tonight!” He announced still in that cheery demeanour. “Enforcers from a bygone era, not one, but two Jedi!” He continued on. “Looks like we got ourselves some lovebirds too!” Sorc added, having noticed Luna’s and Cal’s hands intertwined throughout the exchange. “Time to see what you’re both made of.” Luna just glared at the older man. After all, the pair hadn’t gotten their lightsabers back yet and thus were unarmed. “Oh yeah, they’re gonna need their toys!”. The hologram then disappeared.

The pair let go of each other in order to retrieve their lightsabers, Cal igniting his immediately “You want a show? Then we’ll give you a show.” Was his response. "Together, truly like old times.” Luna smiled at him as she ignited her own lightsaber.

[valeriaanne]

Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker: Is there a better way to start the new year?

Last Wednesday, 1st of January, 2020, I decided to go to the cinema to watch Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker, alone, as a way of celebrating the new year (introvert and proud). So, I finished my work at 6:00 PM then rushed to the nearby mall and bought a ticket.

I can’t deny that I enjoyed the movie so much, but I can’t overcome the fact that there were so many missed opportunities that could have been seized to make the movie even better. So many interactions between the characters could have been added to the movie to make things more interesting or clearer. 

I know I am not the director or the writer, and I definitely don’t have any experience with both things, but as a fan, and while watching the movie, I couldn’t stop the flood of possibilities in my mind of how many things could have been added; an appearance of ghost force Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader to Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, or even better, an appearance of ghost Padme Amidala to her grandson, a proper interaction between Ben and Leia, though that scene might have been hard to shoot since we sadly lost Carrie Fisher before the movie was shot. I would have loved a little bit of introduction to the Knights of Ren. They made many appearances in the movie but I felt like these characters weren’t properly invested. The same thing is applied to Lando, I mean this character is “vintage”, but I felt like it wasn’t properly introduced. I believe Lando should have contributed more to the story. I also kept trying to contemplate the nature of the relationship between Finn and Rose. At the end of The Last Jedi, it was obvious (at least to me) that there was a spark between them, but I didn’t see that in TROS. I even think that the scenes of Rey and Ben Solo/Kylo Ren could have been more. Don’t get me wrong, the scenes were great and to the point, I loved each and every one of them, but I can’t help but think that we needed more of them, but then again, maybe that’s the desire of a fan who cares too much for these lovebirds (pardon me xD)

Anyway, I really enjoyed the movie. It made me laugh, it made me cry, there were even a few scenes that made me hold the armrests and dig my nails deep in anticipation and a little bit of fear of what might happen next. Even the ending, though bittersweet, it was expected and I totally respect it, though I do have have a problem with some scenes of the ending; I feel that it was rushed and some things were unexplained or unclear!!!! However, I am still glad that I started my new year watching this movie, even if it broke my heart just a bit :)

[subskywalker]

Oh my god Cas please consider what Valentine’s Day would be like for Obikin!!! Obi-Wan is definitely the type to complain that it’s a consumerist holiday and that you should show your SO that you love them everyday not just one day a year with generic dollar store cliches, all while he’s making Anakin’s favorite pancakes bc despite his objections you’re a fool to think he won’t spoil his boy, all while Anakin is cuddling the 4ft y’all space!teddy bear he made Obi-Wan get him and is waxing (1/?)

On about how it ROMANTIC and SWEET and TOTALLY ISNT ABOUT SPACE CAPITILISM and how it’s meant to remind you to y’all your SO you love in a very plain way bc sometimes small gestures go unnoticed and TO TELL ME IM PRETTY OBIWAN I TOLD YOU YOU WERE PRETTY WHEN YOU WIKE UP THIS MORNING -Anakin you woke me up! ATAH BUT FOR VALENTINES DAY MORNING SEX, WHICH YOU ENJOYED BY THE WAY Padme, the Clones and the whole temple are just so Done™️ with these idiotic lovebirds (2/2)

Thanks for sending Kat!!!❤️❤️❤️😊😊😊Also happy valentines day!!! LISTEN!!! ANAKIN LOVES VALENTINES DAY HE LOVES IT SO MUCH!!! Obi-Wan doesn’t, like I see him as not being that into holidays where as Anakin is all about the holidays!

This is so accurate bc Obi-Wan will 1000% of the time talk about how commercialized the holiday is all while he makes Anakin his pancakes, he’ll spoil him (partially to make up from last year when he got him some practical gift (I really love the hc from @forcearama and @gffa where Obi-Wan got him socks bc he’s Obi-Wan and that’s what he got him ) meanwhile Anakin is getting him a gift (and no Anakin this year you can’t be the gift, last year i 100% believe he tried to wrap himself up like a present but that didn’t end well) so this year Anakin actually gets him a gift (it’s a sentimental one, he gets him his favorite fancy tea and something that reminded him of Obi-Wan and okay he also sketched him and probably wrote him a (bad) poem).

While Obi-Wan definitely gets him some roses and a card and some fancy chocolates and the 4 ft tall teddy bear bc Anakin is all about the cliches (and also bc Anakin needs something to cuddle on the cold and lonely nights he and Obi-Wan are separated). He’s laying on his fainting couch probably naked telling Obi-Wan how romantic this all is and how much he loves him and his beautiful face and swooshy hair. He’s definitely telling him that the holiday is all about the romance™️ bc it is romantic Obi-Wan!!! It’s all about celebrating love and spoiling the person you’re with!!! Obi-Wan just sighs and gives him his pancakes.

Anakin would be so upset if Obi-Wan didn’t tell him how pretty he was. (he’d be upset if Obi-Wan didn’t tell him how pretty he is every day but he’d be even more upset if he didn’t tell him on Valentines Day. Because he told Obi-Wan how pretty he was!!! Anakin would wake Obi-Wan for some valentines day morning sex bc ofc he would and they both enjoyed the fuck out of it bc yes💕👌🏽

[starlightlotus]

"Oh! I didn't mean to step on your toes!" + Poe

Lovebirds

A/N: I’m going to make this a modern AU so more good stuff in this!

Pairing: RavenPilot (Poe Dameron x Padme Solo)

Summary: Invited to a co-worker’s wedding party, Leia decided to bring along Ben and Padme. Ben stood by his mother as she was talking to the bride and the groom, but Padme was outside enjoying the view from the balcony. The view from the mountains was a sight to take in until a small accident happened creating a new beginning.

“Oh! I didn’t mean to step on your toes!” Poe said as he apologized to a young woman.

A wedding party had occurred, everyone was having a great time as some of the guests came to congratulate the newlyweds, and it didn’t take long for a small accident to happen out on the balcony. The young woman Poe bumped into grabbed a napkin to wipe her arm. Luckily the spilled drink only went on the young woman’s arm and not on her dress.

“Don’t worry about it. That happens to everyone,” the young woman said only to look up and see Poe.

A dashing young man in a navy blue suit with tan skin and dark curls, good lord, if looks could kill others would say. The same went for Poe seeing the young woman, she had fair skin and long dark wavy hair. But the dress she wearing is what got Poe’s attention, a flowing black dress that fades into blue at the end. Almost to match the night sky above the couple. 

Poe had to collect himself quickly to deal with the little incident that happened. Luckily for him, the situation did not get out of hand too fast. This was a wedding after all, and he was sure as hell not going to be the one to create such a scene at a happy occasion.

“I’m very sorry about that again, how about I treat you to a drink to make it up to you?” Poe asked lending out a hand to the mysterious woman.

“I guess that’s fine, it is a party after all,” the woman said taking his hand and the two made their way to the bar in the party.

The music played and everyone in the main room was talking and laughing with one another. Through the loud crowd, Poe introduced himself and started a conversation to get to know the woman.

“I’m Poe, Poe Dameron by the way. And who do I owe this fine drink for?”

“Padme, Padme Solo. So you must be the flyboy my mother appreciates so much? She always told me stories about you and who knew I would meet him here at this occasion.”

Poe’s charming smile faded as he turned around to face Padme as the two were halfway towards the bar. Funny enough, Poe had heard stories about how Leia had a daughter who was single. Little did Poe knew that he would meet Leia’s daughter in person at his friend’s wedding.

“A small world we live in. Leia always told me things about you.”

“My mother told you stories about me?”

“I would ask the same for you.”

“She always told me about the good times she had in the Air Force. Along with keeping in touch with some who retired to pursue a different career and those who are still in the Force.”

“Leia always told me how she had a daughter who needs a little adventure in her life.”

“Are you trying to suggest something here, Dameron?”

“Give or take, it’s your choice, princess.”

“You know, I can see why my mother likes you a lot. Even though she has me and my three brothers.”

The two continued to laugh and talk about each other on their way to the bar. But once the crowd was clear, the couple saw that Leia and Ben were talking to the newlyweds at the bar, Snap and Kare. When Leia glanced up at the crowd she noticed her daughter standing next to Poe. All she could do was give a warm smile before getting up from her seat to reunite with her daughter. The Snap, Kare, and Ben looked up to see why Leia stood up only to see someone very familiar.

“I see you’ve met Dameron here by yourself,” Leia started off.

“Well, I guess you can say it was a coincidence for us to meet this way,” Padme said before looking back to give a wink to Poe before they joined in the group to enjoy the rest of the evening together.