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youeverjustmarryabountyhunter · 11 months

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Figured I might as well start actually posting about this Au I made-

The au in question is a Star Wars modern au that I plan to one day turn into an actual fic, but as of now it's just one poorly put together chapter and a lot of brainstorming!

It's sort of a slice of life/everyone lives/happy ending story. It's centered around Boba Fett and started as a joke about his name and how in a modern setting when people first meet him they say 'Like the tea?' And he gets irrationally annoyed by it. Hence the name "No, Not The Tea" (but shortened to "Not The Tea" because removing 1 word suddenly makes it less of a mouthful)

But let's meet the characters, yeah?

The star of our show, Boba Fett, is 15 years old and the story starts with his first year of highschool. He's grumpy (your typically moody teen) and the youngest of his brothers unless you count Din (14) and he does because he's tired of being the baby. (It does have its perks, though) Din isn't actually his brother, but he and the rest of their little rag tag group might aswell be family. (Peli 17, Fennec 16, and Cobb 15)

Next up we have everyone's favorite dad, Jango Fett! (He's a very good father in this) Father of 3 boys(or so he thought) Kote "Cody" (23), Rex(19), and Boba, he has his hands full despite two of them being grown. He works as a bounty hunter (cause that's an actual profession) and his hobbies include annoying his family, and crushing on his kids history teacher. At the age of 18, he signed up to be a sperm donor unaware of just how much they would be using his DNA. Turns out? A lot. And the majority don't seem to have a good home life. He's sufficiently pissed, when he finds out.

Coming in as the eldest child of the Fett household we have Cody! (That was until 17 and Fox showed up at least) Any legal document you find will say "Kote" but people are stupid and difficult and can't pronounce it (it's exceedingly simple, really) so Cody was born. Cody is a caffeine addict (though what Fett isn't?) and will jump at any opportunity to bother his younger brothers. (He once got Obi-Wan to buy Boba a boba-tea..Obi-Wan thought it was sweet! Boba almost committed a murder. They do not speak of that incident)

The middle child that somehow became a father to twins before anybody else could even think of utter the words "grandchildren" would be Rex. It's not like it's his fault! He figured having his 8th period of his senior year would be fun. He didn't anticipate that helping his gym teacher out would involve talking a sophomore down from a panic attack. (Echo, 16 at the time. 17 when our story starts) It's absolutely not Rex's fault that he and his twin followed him around like little ducklings after that. (Fives called him dad as a joke, so Rex took it upon himself to tell Jango that he had grandkids and almost gave the man a heart attack.) It doesn't help the Echo and Fives look suspiciously like Boba- hey wait a minute! Yeah, you guessed it. Long lost kids^^

Alright speed round let's go,

Arla's kids are the Bad Batch boys(she adopted them, they have no relation to Jango. Hunter 21, Wrecker 20, Crosshair and Tech 19) Omega is 11 and her biological daughter. Her big brothers love her to death.

Ahsoka is 19 and Rex's bff.

Luke and Leia are also 11, and they're their parents (and Uncle Obi's, and auntie soka's) pride and joy. Anakin and Padme have basically adopted Han (15. Was in Boba's grade but got held back) as their own at this point.

Wolffe is Cody's age, and the oldest of his brothers (Sinker, Boost, and Comet). They were put into the system (Yes, they came from Jango's DNA) and Plo Koon adopted them. When Jango and Plo first met they exchanged numbers and gushed about their children. (There is much more to that story but that's for a later post)

Ima-gun Di is an ex war general and currently married to Keeli. These two have absolutely NO role in the story whatsoever, I just love them. Jango has only met them once and it was because Ima-gun mistook Jango for Keeli at a grocery store once.

Obi-Wan Kenobi is a tired, loving man who teaches history at a highschool and has a not so secret crush on one of his student's fathers. (He's actually taught all the Fett boy's, lord help him.)

Jaster Mereel just wants to know how his ad keeps ending up with kids. He was already confused where the first three came from but now there are 7??(Alpha-17. Oldest. Jango is more of a brother to him if anything. Fox, did not intend to be apart of this family in the slightest and that was fine up until he met Boba and they bonded. Now he's an Ori’vod?? Yeah that checks. Then of course Cody, Rex, Echo&Fives, and Boba.) Best grandfather ever.

Mando'a is a language, because I actually love it sm-

There is so much more lore to this au than I realized, and this isn't even all of it. I fully plan on posting more, and I have a lot of art that I've done for it if I would ever get around to finishing it/posting it. Feel free to ask questions, and I hope to post more!

(Fun fact, I accidentally deleted all of this the first time I type it. So this is the second time I've typed it- I'm not bitter.)

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prettyacademia00 · 2 years

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headcanon time!

(anakin didn't turn to the dark side and is raising baby luke and leia with padmé and a little help from uncle obi, cody, and rex, and auntie soka)

where padmé leaves anakin taking care of the kids alone for a day while she's working (probs being the new chancellor) and comes back home, thinking nothing until she picks up baby leia, who confidently yells "KIFF" in that baby voice

and anakin pales as padmé turns that terrifying glare to him and he immediately denies being the one that taught her that, meanwhile pointing to the corner where obi-wan is sitting (because anakin still needs a little help with the twins in all honesty)

and obi-wan just raises his tea cup from the saucer thing and says, "i don't have a single idea what you're talking about, i would never say such things"

somewhere out there in the galaxy, quinlan's obi-bullshit-sense tingles, knowing obi definitely swears like a pirate and tries to act all sophisticated

#star wars #star wars clone wars #anakin #padme amidala #obi wan and leia #captain rex #commander cody #obi wan #ahsoka tano #quinlan vos #obi wan is a little shit #padme is the chancellor

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desireandduty · 1 year

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Starter for @exitiosae continued from this ask

Luke Skywalker loved flying. There was nothing like seeing the sights whizzing past below them - or even better - being out among the stars on one of the few occasions his family had gone off planet together. Now that he was four years old (such a big difference from being only three), his future was unequivocally decided. He was going to be the best star pilot in the galaxy. Just like his dad. He liked flying alone with Dad best, because then he got to just sit in his lap (Mom always made him sit in a seat and fasten his restraints.) Just yesterday, Dad had let him hold the wheel and help steer the speeder too! Since he was going to be a pilot, he obviously needed to practice flying, and the miniature Naboolian starship he'd been given three days ago for his and Leia's birthday was already his favorite toy. He could spend hours twirling and leaping around the house with his ship in hand, doing his best imitation of the sound of rockets blazing or canons firing while his imagination spun out the rest of the star scape around his little ship. It was more fun when Leia joined in with her own ship. But it was even more fun when Auntie 'Soka came by, because she could really make his ship fly.

So it was that Padme and Ahsoka hadn't been seated on the sofa in conversation for very long, before Luke left Leia behind in the corner of the room and hopped over to stand in front of his "Auntie" with his most sweet and persuasive smile. "Auntie 'Soka!" he exclaimed, holding out his toy starship. "Make it fly!"

From her spot on the sofa, Padme raised an eyebrow at her son. "Luke, is that how we greet our guests? Or ask them for favors?" Chewing his bottom lip now in consternation, Luke considered the two adults for a moment. Then he leaped forward and flung his little arms around Ahsoka's knees (which was as high as he could reach) and hugged her tightly. "Love you, Auntie! Please make it fly?"

Padme was now trying her very hardest not to burst out laughing at his antics. It was an unusual greeting perhaps, but so endearing, just like him. And he had said please, so he'd technically obeyed. She looked over at her friend now to see how she would respond.

#{exitiosae}#{ft: ahsoka tano}#{ft: leia organa}#{verse: sometimes there are things no one can fix}#PADKA RETURNS #alsoooooo skywalker fammmmmmmmm #they all live on Naboo and Anakin didn't turn is all I decided #IDK if the Empire is a thing or not #you can pick babes or we can flesh it out later #and LOL i'll try to write Luke but haha first time ok don't judge

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disneydreamlights · 3 years

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I Won't Lose Her

AO3 | FFN

Summary: When Vader sends a hostage video to Padme saying he holds her daughter captive, she does the only thing she possibly could, tries to save her life for her daughter's.

A/N: For @anidalaweek Day 2: Canon Divergence. Basically a Padme lives and becomes leader of the Rebellion AU because honestly we stan.

Yes I did publish this on AO3 hours before posting it here don't worry about it.

She knew she should've told Bail not to let Leia take the mission.

Padmé Amidala sat at her desk, unable to stop staring at the notice on her page. Leia had been sent to Tatooine to collect Obi-Wan and bring him and the Death Star plans to the Rebellion.

Leia had been captured en route to Tatooine by the Executor and had failed to get to Obi-Wan.

"Padmé." At the sound of her name, Padmé looked up at the hologram of Mon. It was clear that her fellow rebel leaders regretted what had happened to her daughter by the guilty expression on Mon's face. "We have news of Leia."

"News…?" In an instant, Padmé leaned forward, her eyes wide. "What did you learn? What happened? Is Leia alright?"

When Mon didn't answer right away, Padmé felt a surge of panic. "Is...she didn't…"

"No. No. Leia is fine," Mon answered, interrupting her before Padmé could continue to focus on that idea. The emphatic denial gave Padmé some reassurance that Leia was alright. "It's...perhaps I should just show you the message."

Mon vanished, instead showing a hologram of Leia and Vader, the mysterious dark lord of the Sith. "This is a message to Senator Amidala, the true leader of the Rebellion." At the sound of Vader's voice, Padmé's blood went cold. "As I am to understand it, the news of your death was exaggerated. As I have found in the princess's mind...you have been alive and in hiding, controlling this war from the shadows while the Organas and Mothma were the face of your rebellion."

"If you would like your daughter unharmed, you will arrive on the Executor within a standard week from receiving this message. As a show of good faith, I am using a private transponder, and will not trace it to the location of your current base. If you do not arrive, Leia Skywalker will be executed. She will meet the same fate as your late husband."

"I look forward to your arrival on my ship." The hologram vanished, and Padmé fought any feelings of nausea as Mon's face returned.

"I'm sorry Padmé. We're hoping General Kenobi will get there in time, but…"

"But we don't even know if he got Leia's message." The moment she had seen the message, seen that Darth Vader held her daughter, Padmé knew there was only one option for her. "I can't leave her Mon."

"I know." Mon looked down, as though she had expected this. "Please be careful in rescuing your daughter."

Padmé nodded. Once Mon hung up the call, Padmé ran to her closet to find her flight suit.

She'd lost Luke, back when she had first given birth Obi-Wan had insisted it would be best to separate the twins, and Padmé had reluctantly agreed, giving up the chance to know her son for the best chance of life he could have. If she lost her other child too, this one to a more permanent fate, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to forgive herself for the mistake.

She had to trade herself for Leia. The Rebellion would survive without her presence. It was the only option she had.

-x-

The Executor loomed in Padmé's vision, an ominous warning of her impending fate as her small X-Wing steadily crept closer to the Star Destroyer. It was large and imposing, and the Sith inside had already done so much damage to her family that she wasn't sure how she would face him. But she kept holding onto the single hope that Leia was alive when Vader had spoken to her. She just had to keep believing that. The dark feeling in the air meant nothing. She could survive.

The radio clicked on as she received a transmission from the empire. "This is the Executor. You're in a classified zone. State your purpose or you will be shot down."

Padmé took a deep breath, hoping to keep her voice steady in spite of her nerves and fear. "This is Padmé Amidala, leader of the Alliance to Restore the Republic. I'm here to trade myself for the princess Leia Organa."

She watched, anxiously, expecting to be fired on as soon as she stated her name, expecting this to have been a trap to lure her out of the shadows she'd remained in for so long. Instead however, there was nothing but silence before a deep voice came from the radio. "Senator Amidala, I will meet you down in the hangar. Do not try anything foolish. My men will shoot without warning."

The radio cut out, and Padmé took a deep breath. So far, she was alive. A small part of her hoped that this wasn't a trap, but a genuine trade to capture a larger target. She hadn't known Vader to be a man of his word, but then again, besides the fact that he was a Sith and the one who had killed her husband, Padmé didn't know much about him at all.

The hangar bay doors opened, and rather than have to pilot herself in, her ship was grabbed by a tractor beam, slowly pulling her in. Once she was safely inside and the ship landed, she opened the cockpit and jumped out, her hand on the only weapon she had on her, her blaster. In the back, she saw a dark imposing figure with his black armor and the mask that kept his face hidden. She couldn't get a read on him, but he didn't seem keen to attack. To her disappointment, her daughter wasn't with him.

Gathering her courage to her, Padmé broke the silence that had remained between them as neither had spoken. "Lord Vader. I see the promise of my safety wasn't a lie. Where is my daughter?"

"Leia is currently being kept in my quarters." The way he said her name caused Padmé's stomach to tie itself in knots. There was a fondness to it, one the Sith never should have had. She hated to imagine any of the reasons as to why. "If you'll follow me, I'll take you to her."

"How do I know this isn't a trap?"

"If I wanted to kill you, you would already be dead."

The statement was a punch to the stomach, a reminder of what Vader was capable of, and one that left Padmé with little idea of how to respond. Her silence left an awkward void, only filled by the harsh breathing of his respirator.

Seeing no other alternative, she relented. "Very well. I will follow you. But if any harm comes to my daughter–"

"I have no desire to see her harmed, though whether you believe me or not is irrelevant." Vader's voice was harsh, and there was an underlying note of offense, as though he couldn't believe she would assume he would want to hurt Leia. With that, he started down the halls of the Star Destroyer, leaving Padmé confused.

She wasn't in binders, Vader was escorting her himself, and he had no desire to harm Leia.

None of it added up. Yet she still followed him quietly deeper into the ship, trying to figure out just what he was doing and why.

When they finally arrived in his quarters, Padmé was surprised to find that it was furnished fairly normally, although nothing besides the pod in the back looked as though it had been used in quite some time, and in the bed on the back of the room was Leia, who looked no worse for wear to her mother's relief.

"Princess." Leia looked up at Vader. At first, her eyes had been narrowed in distaste, but once she saw Padmé, her eyes widened in shock, and the biting comment she had been preparing for Vader fell silent.

"Leia." Padmé reached out.

"Mother." Leia stood up from the bed and ran into Padmé's arms. "Mother I'm so sorry. I tried to keep everything contained like Auntie 'Soka said but–"

"You did your best Leia. You did so much more than I could've ever expected against Vader." Padmé held Leia close to her, not letting her daughter go as she realized how close she had come to losing her. There weren't any marks on Leia, which meant that Vader hadn't done much to harm her beyond mentally, and Padmé couldn't fight the smile that formed in relief that her daughter was alright. "I'm so proud of you."

"I didn't want you to come. I could've handled Vader."

"I already lost so much Leia. I couldn't lose you too." Padmé kissed her daughter on the head, and Leia hugged her once more.

They stood there, holding each other, though Padmé wasn't sure for how long before she heard Leia whisper in her ear. "Artoo and Threepio got away. I think they made it to General Kenobi."

Through it all. Leia still made sure that the mission succeeded. If Padmé thought she couldn't have been prouder of the girl, she was mistaken. Leia had gotten the message to Obi-Wan (and to Luke). The Death Star would still be destroyed and the Alliance would gain the edge they may have needed to turn the tide in this war. There were still so many reasons for hope.

"It is time for you to leave, Leia. Your mother has fulfilled her end of the deal." Mother and daughter sprung apart when Vader spoke, attracting their attention. "I will escort you personally to the ship she came in."

"I don't need your escort." Leia glared at Vader. "And don't call me Leia. You have no right to use that name."

"If you do not want any of the officers or Storm Troopers to capture you once more, you will." Leia remained silent. "You are, of course, welcome to stay aboard my ship, but I would presume that's not what you wish."

Leia remained silent, as though deciding what her best course of action would be. Padmé attempted to give a reassuring smile. "Go, Leia. Find Obi-Wan. Tell him what happened."

Leia ignored Padmé's pleas and looked at Vader, who seemed to have stiffened slightly at the mention of Obi-Wan. "What do you want my mother for? Why did you spare me?" She grabbed onto Padmé's hand. "The moment you learned about her, you stopped torturing me. You refused to answer any of my questions. You forced me to compromise the entire Rebellion for a phone call for a deal that based on everything any of us know about you would be so obviously fake–"

As Leia continued her demands, Vader raised his hands. For a moment, Padmé felt fear. The last time she had seen a similar gesture from a Force Sensitive had been nineteen years ago, right before she'd lost Anakin. Thankfully, it was just a gesture to stop, as he instead spoke. "I spent nineteen years thinking I was responsible for your deaths. I would not wish to see that happen again."

"That didn't stop you from killing my Father!" Leia's words hung in the air, and Vader stepped back, as though the accusation wounded him in some way. "Don't deny it, mother–"

"Your mother was misinformed." Though Padmé couldn't tell because of his mask, it felt as though Vader's eyes were locked directly on her, and she shivered. "I did not kill your father."

"Obi-Wan said–" She was cut off before Padmé could repeat the story she'd heard.

"Kenobi lied. Or perhaps, he could not face the truth himself." Vader continued to keep her gaze, though he didn't elaborate any further on his statement. "Princess, it is time for you to go. No harm will come to Padmé so long as I am alive to see to it."

"You still haven't answered my questions!" Leia protested.

"We do not have the time for me to answer them in a way you would find satisfactory." Vader crossed his arms, finally turning back to Leia. "I cannot hide your presence here forever, and if you would like to escape to your Rebels, you will need to go now."

Knowing she had lost, Leia hugged Padmé. "I'll come back for you. With help."

"I know." Padmé hugged her back quickly. "I love you Leia. If something happens to me, never forget that."

They let go, and Leia was taken out of the room without another word.

-x-

Vader came back into the room about an hour later, Leia no longer beside him. Padmé had taken to laying on the bed that had held Leia earlier, choosing to read one of the holo novels that were on the shelves. He stood next to her on the bed, but Padmé chose to say nothing. She didn't want to talk to Vader, let alone have anything to do with him. No matter how desperate for an answer as to why he was doing everything, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"Leia has left. She flew out on your ship, and will remain untracked." As though he realized Padmé wouldn't speak, Vader did instead. "I'm sorry to have threatened her, but once I knew you were alive, I knew it was the only way to bring you here." She remained quiet, pretending to be invested in the story to continue to ignore Vader. "I would never have hurt her. Had you chosen not to come, I would've found another way."

"Why?" Padmé asked. She put down the novel, finally giving Vader her attention. "You haven't explained anything to either of us Lord Vader. I have no reason to believe you when you say you won't hurt her. I have no reason to believe you won't hurt me now."

"Nineteen years ago, on Mustafar, you tried to stop me from heading down a dark path I could never come back from." Vader started, despite still remaining harsh due to the vocoder, his voice felt softer, as though he was trying to be gentle. She stiffened at the start of his story, wanting to deny everything he was implying. "I wouldn't listen, and I lashed out. I thought I'd killed you, Padmé. For nineteen years I thought I'd killed you and the child."

Padmé's eyes widened, and although Vader reached out for her, she scooched back, as far away from Vader as she could. "No. You can't be. He…" She shook her head, her hand resting over her mouth as she tried to process this. Anakin couldn't. He wouldn't.

Vader didn't deny, and instead let Padmé come to terms with the implication of his words on her own. It was everything she'd feared. Obi-Wan hadn't hidden that he'd fallen, she was aware that Anakin had attacked her that night, but she'd always hoped…

"Darth Vader destroyed him. I'm so sorry Padmé, Anakin is gone."

"I see you needed more time before I told you the news. I'd just hoped…" Vader's words fell to silence, and Padmé couldn't stop herself from staring. There had to be something to prove this wrong.

"Why?"

"I thought I'd lost everything." Vader sat down on the bed, but made no further move to get closer to her. "My master was all I thought I had. I did not care about what became of me, and I became nothing more than a weapon, until I started going through Leia's memories and I saw…"

"You saw me." Vader didn't react, but Padmé didn't need one to know it was the truth. She may not have been force sensitive, but the knowledge of the true identity of the monster in front of her held more answers than the Force ever would. "Ani…?" She reached her hand onto his mask, cupping where his cheek would've been without it.

"I'm sorry. I've done many things you wouldn't approve of since your death." He had, and there would be time for her to process that the atrocities he had committed were all performed by Anakin. There would be time for her to decide if she could forgive him. There would be time for him to prove that he deserved her forgiveness.

But in this moment, all she cared about was that the man who she had spent so many years mourning and fighting to avenge was alive. "I'd thought..."

"So had I." Vader bowed his head, moving away from the gentle touch he could not feel. "But now that I know that you and Leia are alive, I'll do everything in my power to keep both of you safe."

Padmé shook her head. "Anakin, I can't stay your prisoner. I have to go back." She had to make sure that Leia was safe. She had to meet with Obi-Wan and talk to him about this. She wanted to have the chance to truly meet Luke in more than a few holocalls that Obi-Wan managed to set up between her and her son.

To her surprise, he didn't protest. "For now, you'll have to. When Leia gets the Death Star plans to the Rebellion and destroys it, that's when there will be enough chaos in the system that you'll be able to escape without attracting suspicion." Padmé couldn't help but stare. "I'll give you an encrypted comm system to communicate with, just like we used to during the war."

"You'll let me go back?"

"If you stay here, then the Emperor will find you. It won't be safe," Vader said. "There is no other choice, my master must die. If I have to work with your Rebels to achieve that end, then so be it."

Surprising herself, Padmé smiled. "If that's the case, then we'd better get started."

#Heather Writes #Star Wars #Anakin Skywalker #Anakin #Padme Amidala #Padme #Leia Organa #Leia #Darth Vader #Anidala #Anidala Week 2021

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dettiot · 4 years

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Luke and the Tooka

“Daddy! Daddy! Look!”

The excitement and happiness is just rolling off Luke, which isn’t unusual for his son. But this is at a different level. So Anakin is curious about what’s prompting this reaction in him.

Anakin’s heart can’t help sinking a little when he turns around to look at him. Because in Luke’s arms is a dirty, scrawny, grumpy-looking tooka. His heart sinks because both Padme and Leia are incredibly allergic to animal dander, so there’s no way they can take the tooka home.

And it’s not hard to see how much Luke wants the tooka.

“Hey, what do you have there, Luke?” Anakin asks, crouching down in front of them. He holds his hand out to the tooka, projecting calm and peace.

The tooka hisses and curls in against Luke, who beams at Anakin. “I found him behind the diner! And Master Dex said I could keep him.”

“That’s very . . . nice of Master Dex,” Anakin said, hoping his voice didn’t reveal how he really felt. “And it’s a nice tooka.”

Luke nods, smiling widely. “I wanna call him Soka! After Auntie Ahsoka. Can I keep him, Daddy? Please?”

Taking a deep breath, Anakin looks at Luke. “I wish you could, Lukey. But both Mama and Leia are allergic to animals.”

“What’s ‘lergic?” Luke asks, frowning.

“It means their skin itches, and they get sore throats and watery eyes, from animals’ fur,” Anakin explains gently.

The tooka starts purring, distracting Luke for a moment. Anakin grins a little, because it’s cute how the animal is responding to Luke. Even if the thing is probably giving Luke fleas.

“That doesn’t sound so bad . . .” Luke says.

“That’s not for you to decide, Luke,” Anakin tells him. “And besides, would you want to do anything that hurts Mama or Leia?”

Luke’s whole body slumps with disappointment. The tooka jumps out of his arms, but to Anakin’s surprise, he just curls up around Luke’s feet.

“No, Daddy,” Luke says. He bites his lip, then looks down at the tooka. He kneels down and strokes the tooka’s head. “I can’t take you home, Soka.” His voice breaks a little.

“No, we can’t,” Anakin says, hunching down beside Luke. “But you know what we could do?”

“What?” Luke asks dully.

Anakin strokes his hair, reaching out with his mech hand to lightly scratch the tooka’s ears. “We could comm Auntie Satine and ask if she could find a home for this little guy. So he’d have a real home with someone who loves him.”

Luke’s eyes go big and wide and happy. “Really?”

“Really,” Anakin says with a smile.

“Thank you, Daddy!” Luke says, throwing his arms around Anakin. “You’re the best.”

With a smile, Anakin scoops up the tooka and carries it and Luke to their speeder. “C’mon. We’ll comm Auntie Satine before we head over to see her and show her the tooka.”

In the Force, Luke’s presence is sunshine-bright and warm, and Anakin can’t help soaking it up. It’s awful to have to disappoint him. When the twins were born, he vowed to never let them down. But he’s realized that fatherhood isn’t so simple.

And it’s so much better than he could have imagined.

End.

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#anakin skywalker #luke skywalker #skywalker family #star wars #in honor of the new kittens that wonderlandleighleigh and I adopted today!

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kittystargen3 · 3 years

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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13523059/1/The-Skywalker-Tale-A-Legacy-Restored

Summary: AU-Canon Divergence where Anakin is not such a deadbeat grandfather. Pun definitely intended. Begins before the events of The Force Awakens when Force Ghost Anakin drags Han Solo back to Leia and tells them what's what. He's got a plan on how to save Ben, and this time, nothing is going to stop him. Hint it involves a certain desert scavenger. Han Solo lives! Series rewrite.

I’ve posted chapter 34 of The Skywalker Tale: A Legacy Restored. Below is a small selection. Please click a link to read more.

Chapter 34 - Auntie ‘Soka

Leia watched the Millenium Falcon take off from a window in her office. She knew Han, Luke, and Ben would be coming back in a few days, but she still felt a little tense at the thought of any of them leaving her. 'And now they all are. No, not really. They'll be back .' After taking a moment, she returned to her desk and looked at her to-do list.

She had most of the Resistance preparing for a battle with whatever force they might find on Exegol. She needed to contact a few politicians to get some more funding for the endeavor. There were several names on her list. Leia sighed. She was not in the mood to deal with any of them.

Then she looked down the list and found one name she did not mind talking to: Ahsoka Tano. The seventy year old woman was a good friend, and she had a lot of experience from the Rebellion and the Clone Wars before it. If she’d be willing to look over their plans, she’d be able to give valuable advice. Leia made the call on her comm.

“Ahsoka here, Little Skygal, is that you?” The bluish holo materialized from the device.

“Yes ‘Soka,” confirmed Leia. She was not fond of, but used to the nickname. “I have a lot of good news, and some bad news. Not sure where to start.”

“Usually they give the bad news first, dear.”

“Yes, well…” Leia took a deep breath. “The bad news, Palpatine is back.”

“What? Dear, I need you to speak louder. I thought you said Puppet-tine is back.”

“No, Palp- Palpatine.” Leia repeated. “He’s hiding out on Exegol. Apparently he’s just killed Snoke, and the First Order is in his pocket.”

“I’m sorry dear. I don’t understand. Puppet-tine killed smoke. That’s quite impossible, dear. Smoke can’t die. And what does he have in his pockets? I don’t see what the bad news is.”

Leia sighed silently and she regretted not sending her a written message instead. But then Ahsoka would probably just have commed her, not knowing how to open the message. “No, it’s PALPATINE. And the First Order. The agency I’ve been fighting since…” she tried again.

“Oh, oh, OH! You’re gonna fight Darth Sidious. That’s dangerous. I’d love to help.” Ahsoka said when Leia finally got her message across.

“Thank you I’m sure you will be a great help. Now for the good news. Ben left the First Order. Luke has come back, and started teaching again, and Han has come home. We’re giving it another go.”

“Did I hear you right? Little Benny boy has returned,” Ahsoka asked.

“Yes, you heard me right,” Leia said proudly.

“Oh wow! And what did you say Little Skyguy is doing?” Ahsoka asked.

“He’s teaching another class of Jedi. You should come meet his students. I’m sure he’ll want to ask you to give them a lesson,” Leia described.

“No, I told you two before. I am no Jedi. But I’d love to meet him and his students. Where are you stationed?”

“D’Qar.” Leia answered.

“ The Bar ?” Ahsoka said disbelievingly.

“D’Qar, I’ll send you the coordinates.” Leia said.

Luke waited in the entrance to the cave for his students to return. He knew that the Kyber would test their seekers in unique, very personal ways, but he had no doubt that each of his students would come out successful.

Rey was the first to emerge. Smiling proudly, she held a blue crystal up for him to see.

“Very nice. It’ll make a good saber,” Luke told her.

Armitage was next, followed shortly after by Phasma and Finn. Ben came up last, and from the looks of him, Luke assumed his test was hard. Still, Ben held a green crystal, a sign of success.

“Good job.” Luke patted his nephew on the back. “Okay, the next step is to build your sabers. I have the parts you will need right here.” Finn looked away and Luke stopped. “Is there something wrong?”

“No I-” Finn sighed. “I’ve never been good with electronics. I tried fixing a hyperdrive one time, and it ended up exploding.”

“I’m sure I would’ve noticed that,” Phasma said. “You never had maintenance duty.”

“Yeah, we kinda took one of the shoddy trashed pieces and me and Sal were trying to learn. It wasn’t working and I couldn’t figure it out. Then an inspector was coming around the bend, and I panicked. Last minute it lit up and started doing something again, but if the inspector found it… Sal was like ‘Just shove it in here.’ I didn't have time to think, we put it in the trash shoot. On D’deck,” Finn confessed.

“Oh.” Phasma and Hux nodded in recognition. Ben smiled and laughed.

“Maybe it’ll be a good idea if one of you built it instead,” Finn suggested.

“You got the power capsules to overload, without connecting it to a converter. You may be better at this than you’d expect,” Luke said. “Building your own saber is a part of the process. Your saber and your crystal. It’ll be a part of you, your life. Come, it’s not that hard. I shall explain the basics.”

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forceborn · 5 years

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v. to heal what is broken ( au )

rough idea.

okay but an au with luke leia anakin and ahsoka raising the kids with rex im in. like imagine this....padme still dies, but obi-wan saves anakin before the emperor. republic technology used to rebuild his body---still very limited & cumbersome, not as nearly as vader's would've been. or as painful. put he has lost most of his memories, and what few he has left begins to fade with time... though yoda and obi-wan wanted to separate the kids and send them to the far reaches of the galaxy, not sure of what to do with anakin---anakin who destroyed the jedi and collapsed the republic---darth vader still in their eyes.

but he escapes and runs off with luke and leia---the first handful of years he raises them as his own. but during their exile---he feels something so strong, so familiar, it almost feels like home...if he ever had one. and though he doesn't know it, he hunts ahsoka down---trying to reconnect with some lost part of himself, his disintegrating past. and from there they all live together---trying to cope with the trauma of their past life, trying to provide a stable environment for the kids, trying to keep anakin together as being with ahsoka has also triggered the memory of padme's death by his own hands, watching her in the bed next to her die of horror and heartbreak---as he screamed incessantly as he continued to burn and burn---the med droids quickly trying to salvage what was left of his human form.

uncle rex, auntie soka, little leia and luke. im playing with SUNFELL as their alias last name. Jinn Sunfell---maybe for anakin. or i dont know i could pick something like Kane Sunfell, or maybe Darkwater as a last name? ✖

so as of now we have:

luke: @becamealegend

leia:

ahsoka: @luminousxbeings

rex:

anyone else wanna join??

AND ALSO feel free to reblog and add your ideas or suggestions for the verse please i need this.

#luminousxbeings #becamealegend #v. to heal what is broken ( au )#some ideas

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spectral-musette · 6 years

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Happy Skywalker Family AU, featuring Auntie ‘Soka coming to babysit the twins

(late Christmas present for @the-far-bright-center)

ficlet under the cut (~900 words)

“Come on, Padme. You trusted Ahsoka to smuggle you across enemy lines and guard you from assassins during the war. Taking care of two seven-year-olds for a long weekend is a vacation compared to that.”

“Our twins? A vacation?”

“Maybe a… busy vacation.”

“It’s not a matter of trust Ani, I just worry! It’s not too late to book a bigger cabin and take them along with us...”

“Padme, they’ll be fine. They’d be bored to tears on the nebula cruise and end up spending the whole time on the holonet.”

“Then maybe we should’ve planned a family vacation… one of the waterparks on Naboo…”

“And we will. But this is our getaway. The Senate is on recess, and you need to relax. Remember how romantic Satine told you the cruise was?”

“It did sound wonderful... It’s just… we’ve never been away from them for so long!”

“And we’ll both miss them. And they’ll be too busy going to the interstellar zoo and riding the sky sailer simulator at the arcade and any other fun Ahsoka planned for them to miss us a bit.”

“You’re probably right.”

“You know I’m right.”

Delighted squeals of Auntie Soka! pealed through the apartment.

“Go on, I’ll be right out,” Padme instructed. “I have a few things left to pack.”

“Do you?” Anakin asked, glancing at her full suitcase.

“Yes, I do. You’ll see,” she added, smiling mysteriously.

He caught her around the waist and kissed her on the neck a few times before she succeeded in shooing him out to the living room.

“Hey Snips,” he greeted the young Togruta being pounced on by his enthusiastic offspring.

“You two are going to miss your transport,” Ahsoka predicted.

“Nah. It doesn’t take that long to get to the spaceport.”

“Not the way you handle a speeder.”

“Look what Auntie Soka brought!” Leia said, holding up a familiar crystalline object – a toy from the Temple creche, a tiny kyber shard polished into a marble trapped in a maze of twisted transparisteel tubes, some clear, some frosted. Anakin remembered trying to master it, guiding the crystal out of the maze to the hidden opening while Obi-Wan, gentle and encouraging, held the toy still. If you got it moving fast enough, the crystal would sing.

“You don’t mind, do you?” Ahsoka asked quietly, watching him intently.

He smiled. “No. Brings back good memories, that’s all. It’ll help me teach them.”

“That’s the general idea.”

“Auntie Soka, come see my new model starfighter,” Luke begged, tugging on her hand.

“Of course, little Skyguy,” she laughed, letting him lead her on.

“Daddy.” Leia set down the toy and held up her arms expectantly.

“Yes, Princess?” He obediently picked her up.

“I’m not a princess,” she argued, putting her face against his chest to hide her smile.

“No? But your mom used to be a queen, you know.”

“I know. It doesn’t work like that on Naboo,” Leia scolded.

“Well, you’re still my princess.”

“You’re so silly.” Leia put her arms around his neck, attuned, as always, to the nuances of everyone’s feelings. “It’s just the weekend, Dad. Auntie Soka will take good care of us.”

“I know she will. You’re going to have a great time.”

She gave him a knowing look, uncannily close to Padme’s, in miniature.

“Go tell your mom we’re going to miss the transport if she doesn’t hurry,” he instructed, setting her down.

“Is it really the first time you’ve left them?” Ahsoka asked, looking up from the toychest.

Anakin nodded, ruffling Luke’s hair in passing.

“Boy, when you do attachment, you really do attachment,” she observed, grinning.

“Why is this a surprise to anyone?”

“They’re not going to get kidnapped or catch nerf pox or any of the other terrible things going through your head right now.”

“Don’t tell Padme or we’ll never make it out the door,” he warned.

Leia returned, leading Padme by the hand, and Anakin lifted the large suitcase.

“Guess who’s coming to the zoo with us!” Ahsoka leaned down and took the twins’ hands in hers. “I’ll picture his face, and you two…”

“Uncle Rex!” the twins chorused.

“Reinforcements,” Ahsoka told Anakin.

“I taught you well,” he complimented.

Ahsoka grinned, letting go of the twins’ hands briefly to fold hers and make a mock-bow.

Anakin turned to Padme, who was regarding their children with a tenderly anxious expression. “Are we ready? Did you pack the…”

“I packed everything,” Padme assured him. “And if I didn’t, 3-PO did.”

“We’ll holo when we get to the Grotto Nebula,” he promised, kneeling down to enfold both twins in a tight embrace.

“Mooooom,” Luke complained as Padme covered his face in kisses, and Anakin felt a bittersweet pang at the memory of his own mother doing the same.

“We’ll miss you. Be good to Aunt Ahsoka,” Padme instructed, tucking a few stray wisps of dark hair back into Leia’s coiled braids.

Gripping hands and dragging the suitcase, they managed to make it out the door and into the speeder.

“Be honest.” Padme snuggled against him as he steered into the swiftly moving traffic lane. “You’re nervous about leaving them too.”

“Terrified,” he admitted.

“Should we turn around?”

He started to laugh, and Padme soon joined him, holding tight to his arm and putting her head against his shoulder.

But it wasn’t until they were settled in their cabin on the luxury transport that they both admitted that maybe a second honeymoon had been a good idea after all.

#Anakin Skywalker #Padme Amidala #Ahsoka Tano #Skywalker twins #anidala #Star Wars AU #Star Wars art #my art #pencil sketches #Happiness AU!#I wrote a thing #Anakin/Padme

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nny11writes · 6 years

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Skygal and Aunty Soka Snippet 2

Despite only being a scant thirty seconds behind, Ahsoka arrived just in time to see Leia making a good attempt to open up the vent in her room.

“Before you go, can we talk?” Ahsoka made sure to keep her voice soft and even. Tried to rein herself in in the force.

Leia still startled, having been too focused on her escape plan. She glared at Ahsoka, at the floor, then back up at the vent. Tears still rolling down her ruddy apple cheeks as she did. “No.”

Ahsoka breathed through the swelling pain of her headache and nodded. “Okay. Can I at least get a goodbye hug?”

Leia kicked at the ground, flexing her fists open and closed as she swiped at her eyes and nose. She gave a jerky half shrug after a minute of silence. Ahsoka walked over to her, kneeled down on the ground, and wrapped her up in a giant hug. Leia for her part responded with a new set of sniffles even as she held herself stiff as a board.

It was a dirty trick, but Ahsoka had a feeling it would work. So she whispered, “I’m gonna miss you Skygirl.”

That was all that was needed for Leia to throw her arms around Ahsoka’s neck and burst into full on sobbing. Ahsoka pulled her in close, hefting her up and rocking back to sit on the floor. Ahsoka winced as she rocked. A ringing, stinging pain shooting from the tip of her montrals down into her shoulders. For a moment she just breathed through the wave of nausea that followed close on its heels.

“I don’t wanna go!” Leia wailed into her neck, little coughs punctuating every other word. “I don’t wanna go!”

Leia’s little hands gripped her lekku hard, fingernails leaving crescent moons in their wake. Ahsoka rubbed circles into her back.

“Then you don’t have to go. Not if you don’t want to.”

Leia was a strong kid. Ahsoka knew that but the absolute death grip on her lekku was certainly a reminder. “I don’t wanna stay!”

“Ok. Where do you want to go?” Ahsoka asked even as she tapped at Leia’s hands, a signal they’d worked out for when her little grip hurt like a gundark.

Leia’s hands flopped right off, her whole body going limp. “No, no, no, Aunty Soka I don’t wanna g-go!”

Ahsoka’s brain fizzled out for a second as she held Leia tighter. Aunty Soka? What? Then it kicked back into gear dragging a whole host of warm fuzzy feelings with it. Oh no, now she was getting misty eyed too.

“Ok, then you don’t have to go anywhere. Do you want me to stay here with you?”

Leia curled up into a tiny miserable ball as she nodded, smearing tears and snot all over the front of Ahsoka’s shirt. The spot she’d been at on her neck felt distinctly cold, and Ahsoka was not going to think about it until she had to. Pulling her knees up, Ahsoka tried to have her body wrap all around Leia. She’d be a little fortress for a bit.

They stayed like that for quite a while, until Leia suddenly popped her head up to put both hands on Ahsoka’s cheeks.

Leia’s look was intense, her eyes boring through her until Ahsoka was pretty sure all her secrets were being revealed. It kind of reminded her of when Padme pinned her down, or Master Obi-Wan. Leia’s face scrunched up in concentration before she frowned. “Up.”

Ahsoka let Leia “pull her up” before getting dragged down the hallway towards the kitchen. Luke was curled up on the couch, dead asleep after his own outburst, Anakin was pacing the kitchen when they arrived. Before he could say a word Leia tugged at her hand again.

“Soka’s hurt.”

“What?” Anakin’s head snapped up to look at her.

Oops. She tried to give a winning smile but it really came out more as a grimace. “Growth spurt.”

“Daddy!” Leia demanded everything with that one word.

Ahsoka grinned as Anakin looked back at her, his mouth was bunched up to one side as he tried not to laugh. “You heard her Ahsoka. You’re plenty tall, anymore is just excessive.”

“You’re just worried I’ll be taller than you.” Ahsoka winked at Leia. “Too bad Skyguy.”

“Aunty Soka no!” Leia looked absolutely furious that they were laughing over it.

Ahsoka had always thought it hilarious the way Anakin would hear his kids say “daddy” and would fold. She’d chalked it up to him just being a sucker. She was very, very grateful she’d never said a thing about it out loud. Ahsoka was learning she was an even bigger sucker.

“I’m sorry sweetling, I can’t stop me growing anymore then we can stop you growing!”

Leia seemed to think that over before marching over to the fridge and pulling out the milk. Anakin smirked, apparently catching onto what was happening. He pulled out three mugs and began tapping some spice into them. At a pointed look from his daughter, Anakin pulled out a fourth mug.

Ahsoka watched their little routine with confusion, hesitantly offering, “Can I help?”

“Nope!” They both said. Anakin was cheery where Leia was getting into a full stubborn tilt.

“Can you at least tell me what’s going on?”

The two looked at one another, a calculating silent conversation. Leia shook her head and Anakin nodded sagely as he got a small saucepan and put it on the stove top. “Afraid not, rules are rules Snips. Can you get Luke though? He’ll want to participate.”

“Gosh, I’d love to but I’m not allowed to help!” Ahsoka fluttered her eyes slightly and rested her chin on her hands.

Leia giggled and frankly that was worth it.

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #fanfiction #fanfic #Ahsoka Tano #Anakin Skywalker #Leia Naberrie #Leia Organa #Bby!Leia #Siblings fight #Aunty Soka #If you think that Leia wouldn't have found a way to wiggle into that vent you'd be wrong #growth spurts suck #Ahsoka gonna be tall y'all #Milk makes everything better

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phoenixyfriend · 2 years

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It's amazing how many of my time travel fics have "we need to get to Coruscant" as the main plot.

Literally just. Really emotional road trips everywhere, huh.

#star wars #time travel #phoenix babbles #Uncle Ben and Little Luke #Auntie Soka and Little Leia (and Rex)#Commander Buir #A Candle in the Night #and a bunch of not-AO3 ones

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notgeorgelucas · 7 years

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A Star Wars AU Ten Second Tale: The Babysitter

“Anakin.” The impatience in Padme’s voice was unmistakable. “We’re already running late. Let’s GO.”

He turned around and stared at the front door. “I just don’t know about this…”

Padme grabbed his arm. “This is a very important state dinner. Satine and Obi-Wan are probably there already, wondering where we are. Come ON, Anakin!”

“I just…” Anakin shrugged helplessly. “Why did you have to ask HER?”

“She’s done it before, the twins adore her, and she’s the only one who said yes. Now let’s get going.”

Anakin sighed in surrender. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this…”

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“AUNTIE SOKA! AUNTIE SOKA!” Luke and Leia bounced and screamed happily.

“Hey, kids! How have my little padawans been? Good?” Ahsoka smiled evilly. “Or ‘good enough’?”

“Good enough! Sir!” Leia reported.

“Well then.” Ahsoka reached into her bag. “You know what that means…”

“LIGHTSABER PRACTICE!!!”

“And what’s the most important rule about lightsaber practice?” Ahsoka asked.

“DADDY NEEDN’T KNOW!!!”

Added for possible interest: https://archiveofourown.org/series/735786 because I started a thing and it won't stop. :)

#Star Wars #padme amidala #ahsoka tano #ahsoka is the FUN aunt!#Ani where did these holes in the furniture come from?#anakin skywalker #tcw

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glare-gryphon · 7 years

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Waste!Verse WIP

Before I go pick my sibs up from school, here’s wip for the next minific in my Waste!Verse

The fall of the Empire begins with a journal, clutched in the small hands of a six year-old girl. She patters through the halls of the Senate building, trying and failing to catch the man from whose cloak the little book had fallen. It’s only polite to return lost things to their owner, as her parents have taught her, but no amount of shouting has caught the man’s attention. Frustration is beginning to wear on her, her legs too short to even give her the slightest chance of catching his quick, long strides. She is not helped when everyone the man nears steps out of his way, clearing path down the center of the hall for him to pass. “Wait!” she calls one final time, but he disappears into a turbolift without so much as a glance back, carried away in any direction to one of the massive building’s countless floors. She will never find him, at this rate.

With a huff, Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan tucks the lost book under her arm, stomping past the closed turbolift doors and back in the direction of her father’s office, the tail of her white dress flaring out behind her. Senators and their aids watch her as she goes, but none of them move to interfere. Their curiosity about her had faded after the first few days of trailing along behind her father, her presence in the senate now just another part of the routine. It is very difficult to keep the attention of politicians; there is always newer, juicier gossip to be discussed. Leia does not have to be a politician herself to understand, and oftentimes finds herself sneering at their shallowness.

It had been nearly a standard month since they first arrived at Imperial Center. Her mother suggested it would be good to take one of the children with him the next time he came for a senate meeting, though Leia hadn’t been particularly interested in coming along. There were more pressing matters to be handled among her small social circle, and Luke has always been far more enthusiastic about the workings of new worlds than she. Auntie ‘Soka had negated his request to come along, however, claiming Luke not yet strong enough in the control of his emotion to linger long in the Core and therefore forcing Leia to accompany her father. While it has been a good learning experience thus far for her future following in her parents’ footsteps, more and more she finds herself missing home. Missing her brother. They have never been apart so long.

Not that she can talk to anyone about it. As far as most of the galaxy is concerned, the Prince of Alderaan is nothing more than an urban legend. Leia has traversed the galaxy, but her brother often finds himself locked away in the palace. While it it’s not a terrible prison, filled with great courtyards and spacious rooms and access to the holo, Luke has always been a free spirit. On the rare occasion she is able to sneak him out of the palace, he comes alive in ways he never is at home. These opportunities are far and few between, terrifying their parents, and often ending in punishment for the both of them when their guards finally locate them. Leia would take that risk again and again if only to see her brother’s smile.

#gryph fic #waste!verse #I guess that's a tag i'm using now

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vilibertatis-blog · 7 years

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// Little things that could be possible in various different 'Happy AU'-esque settings that I love thinking about:

Padmé unexpectedly coming home to her family with twin babies - and a husband. Although the 'husband' bit is hardly surprising to any of them.

Padmé being able to raise her babies in the lake country like she always planned.

Baby Luke and Leia discovering how to use the Force and Padmé trying to figure out how exactly to handle this new development. Because they aren't tossing things anymore, now they're floating things.

Ahsoka coming over and finding a very overwhelmed Padmé and trying to help her out.

Auntie 'Soka.

Jar Jar having the ability to make the twins laugh in 0.03 seconds, and having a ball entertaining them. (While Padmé hovers cautiously nearby because, while Jar Jar means well, an accident prone Gungan and two Force wielding toddlers left unsupervised is a recipe for disaster)

Padmé remaining in the senate because someone has to hold it all together after Palpatine's betrayal. But she can't keep an eye on her babies from the Senate Building and has a dilemma. This is solved when a squad of her handmaidens volunteers to look after them when she and Anakin can't.

Anakin gets a similar offer from a few of the Clones if there aren't any battles they need to fight in.

Artoo secretly loving it when the twins climb on him/play with him.

Anakin and Padmé being the happiest parents in the galaxy whenever the twins accomplish something.

Luke building his first droid unaided and proudly showing his father.

Leia talking her father into getting more cookies in the most diplomatic fashion possible to the amusement of both parents, who share a knowing look. 'she takes after you', 'now you can't win an argument with either of us'

Padmé and Sola sitting on the porch sipping tea and visiting while their kids all play together.

Since Anakin was the one who exposed Palpatine and saved the Republic, the Jedi decide not to be jerks and let him stay. This leads to half the council at one time or another interacting with the Skywalker twins.

Luke and Leia's initial confusion over Master Yoda's height.

Padmé responding to every. single. attempt. to take the twins to the Temple with an increasingly adamant 'No'. Because she won't let the Jedi do to them what they did to Anakin (e.i. taking him from his mother, emotional detachment nonsense), and there is about as much chance of her letting them take them as there is of it snowing on Mustafar.

They still get unofficial Jedi training anyway through Anakin and Obi-Wan. And Yoda, who takes a liking to young Luke and teaches him some things when no one else is looking.

Leia learns how to use the Force as well, but decides to enter politics like her mother rather than train like a Jedi. Padmé helps her get into Naboo's legislative youth programs, like her father did for her all those years ago.

The group of people who tried to change Naboo's constitution into a hereditary monarchy decide to try electing Leia to the throne. After all, there's no rule against electing the girl who would have been Queen Amidala's heir.

Padmé being troubled by the concept, but allowing her daughter to make her own decisions on the matter.

Leia having the potential to become Queen of Naboo.

Padmé watching her kids grow up

Luke, having been trained by at least three Jedi masters, (and being the son of the Chosen One) is eventually allowed by the Council to achieve an official Jedi Knighthood. His parents are immeasurably proud of him, for his success, but also because they know how much of a change his presence alone might make for the Jedi. A change for the better.

Anakin and Luke doing Jedi Stuff together and saving planets.

Padmé and Leia discussing Senate matters and, through diplomacy, helping people across the galaxy.

The twins's prospective boyfriends/girlfriends being rather intimidated upon meeting Anakin. (Padmé sometimes coaching her husband before the meeting; 'I know he's a smuggler, but he has a good heart. Please try not to scare him away, okay?')

Leia or Luke planning their eventual wedding and asking their mother for help. After a near planning disaster, Padmé admits that she's never really planned a fancy wedding before, and so the story of her own marriage is shared.

((this possibly at some later point turning into the classic family sitcom episode where the kids put together an elaborate vow renewal for their parents))

Han/Mara/Any-Other-Fiancé trying to gain Padmé's approval without realizing that they already have it. 'My son/daughter loves you. That's more than enough for me.'

Imagine for a moment: Artoo and Threepio as co-ring-bearers.

Skywalker/Amidala/Naberrie/Solo family reunions.

Padmé and Anakin becoming grandparents

Padmé absolutely spoiling her grandchildren whenever she gets the slightest chance.

Padmé just straight up adopting Rey if she isn't actually Luke's daughter to begin with

Padmé and Anakin being just as affectionate and in love as they always were.

#;ooc #;wishlist #((There is just. so much potential))#((So many things could have gone differently if Anakin had sided with Mace #and it makes me sad sometimes #but then that's what AUs like these are for))

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phoenixyfriend · 1 year

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If you're taking Director's Commentary asks, I'd love to hear about the process of writing Fake Spontaneous! You characterize Ahsoka so well!

Fanfic Writers: Director’s Cut

So I know I've talked about this before, but this fic was initially written entirely on tumblr, in drafts, with me screenshotting every few hundred words to send to @atagotiak on discord for characterization checks, because guess who was writing most of this before consuming any relevant canon? Yours truly.

(Why screenshots and not copy-paste? Because the screenshot keeps the italics intact and copy-paste would require me to format it from scratch every time.)

This is not a good idea, for anything. Don't be me. Do not write 24k words in single tumblr draft for a fic. Don't do that.

(Do check your characterization against a friend who knows canon better than you do, though. It's real helpful.)

#star wars #the clone wars #time travels #sw rebels #ahsoka tano #phoenix answers memes #auntie soka and little leia (and rex)#uncle ben and little luke

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phoenixyfriend · 2 years

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Auntie Soka and Little Leia (and Rex)

Read on AO3

This was originally posted on tumblr. At that time, it was about 24k words. This version is almost 50k. There are two chapters that are entirely new (first and fifth) and a whole lot of new scenes. Have fun!

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Ahsoka dies in one moment, quick and mostly painless.

A quick death was the only kindness the man who had once been her master had left in him.

(In another world, perhaps, she’d have been saved by Ezra.)

(Perhaps, in another world, she’d have been able to save Anakin.)

(In this world, she is not.)

Ahsoka floats in death. She is not possessed of a sense of self, nor any true intent. She is not like the Force Ghosts she remembers crèche tales about. Ahsoka is the loosest collection of thought and memory that could be called a being.

If that.

The Force carries the entity she now is, limp and finished with life and personhood, having passed on her duties to what remains of her people.

Ahsoka lets herself start to come apart to join the spread of existence.

And then she doesn’t.

Duracrete is never fun to wake up on. Wet, smelly duracrete in a dark alley under the rain is worse.

Ahsoka’s montrals ring like she’s been hit. The sound is muffled and strange. The lights glitter like stars, though they aren’t.

This isn’t Malachor.

She leverages herself up from prone on her back to propped on her elbows, head spinning. Her clothes hang poorly, straps tugging in places they shouldn’t, loose and off-center. Blearily, she notes the beskar-and-plastoid tassets currently getting speckled in water on her thighs.

Her armor looks… bigger.

The fabric on her legs is getting soaked through, but her mind is still faintly buzzing, ugly with the press of too many minds. She shouldn’t be here, wherever it is. There are too many people.

Her hand goes to her hip. She has her sabers. They are warm to the touch, but oddly large, just like her clothes and armor.

Focus. Process. Body trauma check. Should have done it before sitting up.

Fingers responsive, nothing broken. Forearms, upper arms, shoulders. Toes, ankles, legs, hips. Torso. Neck.

She realizes by the time she gets to her shoulders that her lekku are too short, and reaches up to check her montrals after she confirms her neck is fine. They too are shorter and less defined than they should be.

It’s no wonder her hearing feels wrong. It’s not even worse, just… different. The rain isn’t helping.

“Soka?”

She rolls to the sides and up into a crouch, eyes wide. Stupid stupid stupid. Not even checking her surroundings.

A child. Fett clone. Blonde.

Familiar in the Force.

“You got shrunk more than I did,” she says. She stands, and tries not to swallow too visibly. “Hey, Rex.”

He unfreezes and barrels into her, unable to reach her head for a Keldabe kiss and thus settling in to hug her like his life depends on it.

“Okay, then,” Ahsoka mumbles. Something twinges at the base of her skull, a dirty little warning of a headache to come. “Rexter, you know where we are?”

“You’ve been dead for six years,” he snaps to her. The effect is somewhat lessened by how his face stays buried in the stiff leather of her cuirass.

Six years.

Rex had to live with her death for six years.

“I’m sorry,” she says, because there’s nothing else to be said. “I couldn’t leave him.”

“Ezra said.”

Of course he did.

Rex feels so small under her hands, and it’s a dizzying thing, really. If this were both of them getting turned back the same amount, she shouldn’t be quite so much larger than him. He’d been physically twenty… six? Eight? He’d been nearing thirty when she was in her late teens, which is what she’s estimating herself at now.

Even if his body were to go to the chronological age to match her, he’d be a bit older than this, wouldn’t he?

Or perhaps Fett had looked a little younger than he was, and none of the clones ever noticed due to their aging being so karked up already.

She pulls away from him, looks him up and down and clicks her tongue. His clothes hang on him worse than hers do, baggy like a child playing dress-up in daddy’s closet. He’s swimming in his uppers like a dress.

“You got pants?” she asks. “Armor?”

“Nothing that fits,” he says. He looks over her own armor, eyes catching on the straps that don’t quite fit. “Emotions later.”

“We need to get out,” she agrees. They know how to compartmentalize. They can cry on each other after they’re safely out of the rain and have an idea of what the hell is going on.

Ahsoka closes her eyes and tries to feel out a direction. There are too many lives, too many thoughts, too many—

There’s a bright spot.

It’s familiar.

Ahsoka turns and jogs, because it’s close and angry but not quite in distress, and Rex follows her. He curses as he does, loud clomps sounding off just how unpleasantly large his shoes are for him right now, but follow he does. Ahsoka rounds the corner, trusting him to follow, and sees a very small human girl in a white dress uniform that swallows her more than Rex’s does.

Familiar. Not immediately so. Ahsoka’s met this one, but doesn’t know her as intimately as she does Rex.

(He’s her other half. He always has been. She imagines he always will be, until one or both of them are dead.)

(…that already happened.)

(She should… shelve that thought for later.)

“Hello?” Ahsoka calls, slowing down as she nears the little one. She crouches down, balancing on her toes to keep from ending up even more drenched in the filthy street water than she already is. “Hey, hey, look at me.”

The little girl looks up from where she’s struggling with a belt, and blinks. Recognition, hesitant and doubting, lights her face. “Fulcrum?”

“Uh-huh,” Ahsoka encourages. “I’m afraid I don’t know you. If you got shrunk like I did, then I probably only recognize older you.”

“Leia.”

“Princess? Okay. Okay, right. You should… not be this age, if I’m back to being a teenager. Whatever time did, it hit us all differently.” She hesitates, and then holds out her hands in offer. “Let me carry you until we can get somewhere dry, and then we can figure out the clothes situation.”

Leia hesitates, but nods. They don’t have much of a choice, right now.

Ahsoka scoops her up, and then looks over her shoulder to Rex. “Eopie back?”

He isn’t happy about it, but he’s not going to run around barefoot, and he sure as hell isn’t going to be making time in the shoes he has. He climbs on and clings.

“Right,” Ahsoka says, shelving all horrible feelings into a little box for later. “Let’s get out of here.”

Neither Rex nor Leia seem to be particularly perturbed by Ahsoka using the Force to slip quietly into a hotel room she absolutely is not paying for. They’ve both lived their adult lives in the same outmatched war as she has, and they know that they can’t be picky. Snagging a hotel room for free doesn’t quite match up to the number of bombs they’ve planted, the number of corporate secrets they’ve smuggled, the lives they’ve stolen.

It's a very depressing line of thought. Ahsoka shoves it away in favor of hopping into the shower, fabric layers shoved into the attached laundro-sonic. Rex and Leia both insisted on waiting their turn. Ahsoka’s body-shyness is approximately in the negatives, and she’s shared exhausted cleanup with Rex before. Leia might be a bit less used to a soldier’s showers, though, and Rex definitely wants to keep an eye on her.

Ahsoka doesn’t know what happened after she died. She has the vaguest sense of a few things—she knows there was a massive loss of life at one point, something on the scale of billions in a moment—but nothing concrete. She doesn’t know what Rex’s life was like after she was gone. She has no idea what path Leia has followed from junior senator.

She ignores the scars she does not recognize. She finishes her shower. She exits. Rex darts in and starts up his own run in the sonic, and she has a feeling his clothes are going to spend more time getting cleaned than he is. Leia’s tiny form is wrapped in her uniform jacket like a dress, still wet and mussed and dirtied up by the way they all woke up. She pouts like a champion, and shivers.

“Let’s get you out of that.”

“I’m not a child,” Leia snaps. “I’m twenty-two.”

“…and I’m thirty-two,” Ahsoka says, trying not to wince at the reminder that she’s missed years of this girl’s life. “I’m also looking at someone too stubborn to get out of wet clothes.”

Leia glares at her, but starts undoing the various closures. Her fingers shake, both from the cold and from sudden lack of size. Ahsoka goes to one knee and brushes Leia’s hands out of the way, quickly undoing the zipper on the jacket, pulling off the jumpsuit and two or three layers under it, and getting Leia down to just the undershirt she’d been in when it all went down.

Rex comes out of the shower while Ahsoka is finger-combing through Leia’s hair, finally out of the braid she’d admitted it had spent the last six weeks in.

(“It’s not like we could take water showers on Hoth, you know, and sonics are murder on the hair.”)

(“I wouldn’t know.”)

(“What?”)

(“I’m togruta. I don’t have hair, Princess.”)

“Okay, get,” Ahsoka orders. “Let us know if you need help.”

“I’m not—”

“You might be too short to reach things, though,” Ahsoka reminds her, before they can get into another argument about her being Not A Child. “Go.”

Leia huffs and stalks off, dirty clothes in her arms for the fresher, and Ahsoka shakes her head.

“Plans?” Rex prompts, sitting down next to her.

She looks over at him, considers the actual knot he’s had to tie to keep his pants on, and says, “do you think you could fit into her adult clothes?”

“Not what I meant,” Rex mutters, but he obliges and puts some thought into it. “Organa’s tiny as an adult. It might not fit, but I don’t think it’ll be falling off the way mine are. Just cuff it a bunch and toss on a belt; we’ll be good to go.”

“That’s one problem solved,” Ahsoka says. She looks to the pile of dinged trooper armor and old shirt. She considers.

“I know that look,” Rex says, and it’s so odd to hear someone that knows her better than all the galaxy sound like a ten-year-old. “It’s a Kenobi look.”

“I don’t have a Kenobi look.”

“You do,” he says, utterly unconcerned. “It says ‘I just had an idea that the people under my lead are going to hate, but they can’t stop me because it will work and also because I’m in charge,’ just like he did.”

She shoves his shoulder. “Jerk.”

“He was smug about it, but not the same way General Skywalker was,” Rex continues. Her heart clenches. “Kenobi expected different kinds of arguments.”

“He did,” Ahsoka says, and then can’t keep going.

Rex waits. His hand—so damn small, though it already has plenty of blaster callouses—finds hers. “Soka?”

“Let’s not talk about Anakin,” she says. “I’m… not in a place to do that.”

Rex gives it a moment, and then says, “I know what he… I mean… I guessed… if you were worried about how to break it to me. I’ll leave the subject there.”

His pain radiates. She can’t bear it.

She closes her eyes and leans to the side, resting her shoulder to his. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

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#auntie 'soka and little leia (and rex)#uncle ben and little luke #ahsoka tano #captain rex #leia organa #phoenix files #star wars #the clone wars #sw legends

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