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crofter · 11 months

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𝟐𝟑:𝟑𝟎𝐩𝐦, east of 75014 paris, 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: stood by the catacombs. back draped with a ᵗᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵇᶤᵏᵉʳ ʲᵃᶜᵏᵉᵗ of a leather material, it rests itself against a concrete wall decorated with the frozen mist from the fog that surrounds the city this late at night. you'd think from the excessive running and the need to stay unseen and succumbed within the shadows, she would adhere to what's needed for her survival, "𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋" just like bryce instructed: 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦. instead, she slips a cigarette between velvets, a slight ᵗᶤᶰᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ʳᵒᵘᵍᵉ fading from the few sips of wine she had with her delicious room service or rather, lack of. the butt of it is lit with a metal lighter, inhaling a puff slowly to enjoy the little moments in life. the way it climbs down her throat into her lungs, starts a wildfire of hunger & disobedience. it almost makes her ᵐᵉˡᵃᶰᶜʰᵒˡᶤᶜ for a few minutes, the sudden rush of loneliness deepening the pit in her stomach where she can't help but choke, a raspy clear of her throat allowing her to prevent herself from coughing. ( 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭. i can't even cough without fearing that i'll be seen. who would've thought i'd get this vain? ) first inhale, second inhale, third inhale: combat boots find themselves kicking at the dirt.

𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕, and something deep within her is telling her she's not going to show: in lara's mind, the hastings sister has probably seen the news, read a few issues of 𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔟𝔲𝔫𝔢 𝔡𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔰 over the past day and a half and realised her 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 is now a fugitive and so, harbouring one wouldn't be the greatest ᵃᵈᵈ to her transcript. not once has it entered her mind that this could be a coup, and there could be danger of lara's location being revealed, but there is the looming doubt that this very well could be a bust: the thought almost makes her sick, so she raises her chin, flicks the cigarette, and begins her escape with an exhale. until lights blare, a vespa pulls up, and she hears the sound of a 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚑𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚖 of click-clacking heels. @hastinge.

❛❛ 𝐢 was beginning to suspect that you ʷᵉʳᵉᶰ'ᵗ going to show. funny that, seeing as i'm 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 the one who's late. ❜❜ she can't help but pull her into a deep hug, for it's the first time she's seen a ᶠʳᶤᵉᶰᵈˡʸ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ since the entire murder scandal. she pulls away finally with a sense of hesitation, like she's embarrassed that she's bared her teeth so early in their meeting, mind occupied with the possibility that spencer could be thinking she's guilty so the hug was entirely inappropriate, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌. ❛❛ sorry. what a 𝔣𝔲𝔫 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔡𝔞𝔶 i'm having, right? ❜❜

#hastinge #HEYYYYYYYYYYYY #still figuring out formatting but i needed 2 get this starter out by tonight #IM SO EXCITED FOR THEM LEIA #LOOK AT OUR GIRLS #im getting emosh..........................#IC.

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waldoef · 7 months

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it is a little early for the blues, is it not? six fourty-five ( ¹⁸ : ⁴⁵ ) in the evening on a friday night, sat on fresh cotton sheets still radiating the sweet odour of lavender and overcompensation. emily gilmore seems to enjoy a good prospect, especially for hosting a guest who seems to scrunch her nose up at the slightest of differences, the 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 now just a blur of a memory in her mind. . . a distance she can no longer reach. it was embarrassing enough having to be banished from new york city as a whole, but to hartford? THAT'S THE NEXT BEST THING? (what, the hamptons were closed this time of year?) and sure, setting fire to your headmistress' office 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 warrant some time away from loved ones and potential beau's, especially if the match was lit with your mind and all, but the worst of the worst seems to be this: on the other side of that door, with it's drapes and fall decor, there's a dinner with dinner guests that she's going to have to pretend to care for at this moment in time, the most daunting activity of the evening being the act of having to make sense of whatever comes out of lorelai gilmore's mouth. and to worsen the blow, there very well may be a mention of yale that slips out of her daughter's mouth, and if so she'll blow. let's just hope she doesn't set 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 house on fire with that pesky mind of hers.

she's opted out of a dress for tonight, instead snug in a fitted pale pink button up ontop of a black tennis skirt, pearls situated right underneath an unbuttoned collar. those ringlet brown curls remain tight, clasped with a black headband and curtain bangs staying exactly where they've been since before she was ready: framed over thin brows. every feature is sharp, dark features accentuated by the dark hue of her chocolate hair, ebonies a dark flutter too. velvets are a wine shade, cheeks matching the berry hue, and her manicured toes sit comfortably in dior kitten heels. she is pristine, polished, dolled up to a T if only she felt as good as she looked. she's made it out of her room, gracefully made her grand entrance down the spiral of the gilmore stairs, exchanged pleasantries and coy greetings with all the adults in the room. and when they disperse and she's left holding a shirley temple, doe eyes betray their natural state as they narrow towards the youngest gilmore. a sip is taken, and it's very clear how she feels about the absence of alcohol in her system as of now.

@girlmore, * " what happened? you used to put up a fight. " ( ˀ )

it's funny, hearing it said back to her. rory's only picked up on something in the first five minutes they've spent since blair's arrived, something that has been eating at blair for the past year. MY, SHE REALLY DID USED TO PUT UP A FIGHT, HUH? she would be a force to be reckoned with, carrying a mini flask that would accompany her drinks every friday night dinner she had the honour of attending with her mother, even if it were every six months or so. and now, she's a pathetic sight. she looks beautiful, fresh faced and not one hair out of place, but there's something different. . . those doe eyes now have creases of wear underneath, bags that point to not enough sleep, and that usual scowl on her face isn't as playful as usual: if anything, she looks depressed. ❛❛ 𝓝ot a lot worth fighting for anymore. ❜❜ it almost makes her gag, just how easily the self deprecation spills out. brows knit together in a moment of relapse, a glimpse of the 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛 evident to signal a throwdown of some sort. ❛❛ please. i get that the whole "deer in the headlights" look is kind of your thing, but surely you're not that naive. emily must've told you why i'm here. ❜❜ and with that, her promise to stay quiet about the whole yale fiasco goes straight down the hatch, just like the shirley temple. ❛❛ i'm sure you'd just looove to tell me that this is what i deserve, especially after giving you hell for the past year or so. so have at it, gilmore. I'M HERE ALL NIGHT. ❜❜

#hi. :)#this was sm fun oh my god leia #im so excited #im sry its so long #u dnt have 2 match the length at all but #i got too excited #i just love them so much #girlmore #IC.

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bellaswane-archive · 9 months

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it surprised her to see the mercy of the volturi as their statement echoed in her head : [ we do not give second chances. ] would this be an additional knife that would be held over their head along with her inevitable turning? she winced at the thought, knowing the italian counsel had some type of hidden agenda ... even ones potentially alice couldn't foresee. there was fear and worry, of course. it was a new addition to their family. bella was that new person at one point; although, would she be that person again when she transitioned?

" i'm glad you're safe. " a faint smile pulled across her face. after all, they were in this position because of you, bella. for being the cause of james' death even though he put himself in that position. victoria being the mastermind, driven and narrow sighted with revenge. maybe a portion of bella understood. what bella wouldn't do if someone had taken edward away from her was unimaginable. it still wasn't enough justification for the months of misery and terror the red head had caused. " how are you adjusting? i know alice can be a little ... enthusiastic. "

@newborne !!

#newborne #whɑt ᵃ 𝕾ᵗᵘᵖᶤᵈ 𝓁𝛼𝑚𝑏 : writings.#im so excited for them i dont think u understand leia!!!!

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padawanlost · 3 months

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just saw a text post about how leia killing a slave master when anakin was a slave himself is cool but i find it interesting how ppl can find rational things to point out for stuff like that but when its anakin disliking a sandy planet like its ridiculous thing for him to say? but made so much sense cause you know... he's been enslaved there with his mom as a kid. idk i guess im still bitter of hayden/anakins treatment of his character

I get it but I believe the key here is to understand this weird moment we are a living right now (suddenly the prequels are cool and *everyone* had always loved them) by separating the old negative crap we were used to, from the genuine takes coming from the new found love the prequels are getting.

What I’m trying to say is the people who are excited by the prequels, who are discovering the value of the movies for the first time or just rediscovering it after so long, are not necessarily the same people who trashed the movies and made fun of Anakin’s “sand issues” or Hayden’s performance. So, to me at least, there’re two different issues here:

1 – for the longest time PT fans and Anakin fans had to deal with unfair amount of criticism, hate, mockery and even attacks. These behaviors came from part of the fandom and the media because for the longest time hating on the prequels made you cool and a “real star wars fan”.

2 – we have a bunch of new fans (literal new fans but also old fans who didn’t like or didn’t want to be seen liking the prequels) who are now vocal about the PT-Era, who want to talk about it, to engage, to discuss and, you know, just share their appreciation for the movies.

I try not to mix the two, especially in this particular case. From my own experience with this fandom, the people who trashed Anakin for not liking sand didn’t understand his character enough to get the impact slavery had on the Skywalker family.

I’ve talked about the “sand issue” here before:

But, to sum it up, the meaning behind the “I hate sand” is pretty obvious once you look beyond “Anakin is whiny/The prequels suck/George Lucas ruined my life”.

“When I was in Level Three, we used to come here for school retreat,” she said. She pointed out across the way, to another island. “See that island? We used to swim there every day. I love the water.” “I do, too. I guess it comes from growing up on a desert planet.” He was staring at her again, his eyes soaking in her beauty. He could tell that Padmé sensed his stare, but she pointedly continued to look out over the water. “We used to lie on the sand and let the sun dry us … and try to guess the names of the birds singing.” “I don’t like the sand. It’s coarse and rough and irritating. And it gets everywhere.” Padmé turned to look back at him “Not here,” Anakin went on. “It’s like that on Tatooine—everything’s like that on Tatooine. But here, everything’s soft, and smooth.” As he finished, hardly even aware of the motion, he reached out and stroked Padmé’s arm. [R.A. Salvatore. Attack of the Clones]

It’s about childhood trauma, privilege and systemic injustice and inequality. The sand physically represents everything Anakin loathes about his home planet, specially when compared to Padmé’s own childhood and home planet:

“This is Anakin. Anakin, this is Ryoo and Pooja!” The blush on the pair as they shyly said hello brought a burst of laughter from Padmé and a smile to Anakin’s face, though he was equally ill at ease as the two children. The girls’ shyness lasted only as long as it took for them to notice the little droid rolling behind Anakin, trying to catch up. “Artoo!” they shouted in unison. Breaking away from Padmé, they rushed to the droid, leaping upon him, hugging him cheek to dome. And R2-D2 seemed equally thrilled, beeping and whistling as happily as Anakin had ever heard. Anakin couldn’t help but be touched by the scene, a view of innocence that he had never known. Well, not never, he had to admit. There were times when Shmi had found some way to produce such moments of joy amid the drudgery that was life as a slave on Tatooine. In their own way, in that dusty, dirty, hot, and smelly place, Anakin and his mother had carved out a few instants of innocent beauty. Here, though, such moments seemed so much more the norm than the memorable exception. [R.A. Salvatore. Attack of the Clones]

[Ahsoka] was hyperalert again, all her instincts firing. One of these millennia she’d make a pretty good Jedi, probably. Provided he could smooth the rough edges off her. “Yes, Master,” she said. “You can trust me.” He frowned down at her. Was I ever this young? Was this how I used to look to Obi-Wan? He doubted it. Slaves lost their innocence while they were still in the cradle. [Karen Miller. Star Wars: The Clone Wars: Wild Space]

Of course, because it became a meme used to “expose” George Lucas inability to write, direct or even understand what Star Wars is all about (eyeroll), that’s what most casual viewer think about when someone says “I hate sand”. But, on a more hopeful note, I do believe we’re doing good work claiming it back, by talking about it and even making memes about it in a way that’s not offensive to the characters, actors or fans. There are healthy, fun ways to laugh at Star wars without diminishing the experiences and feelings of others.

Anakin represents so much different things to so many different fans it’s impossible to put everything in one single answer, but I hope you know I do understand exactly how you feel. I’m also very protective of Anakin, flaws and all. And it does annoy me to see people dismiss him and Hayden’s work in ways that can be very…cruel. But, Prequel/Anakin’s fans are awesome and now we’ve reclaimed the prequels proper place in history as peak star wars, we are unstoppable!! So let them come!

They just can’t accept how incredible Anakin’s story is, and that’s their loss.

“Anakin had always hated sand. It was one of the many things about his Padawan that Obi-Wan understood better now that Anakin was dead. That was the horror of losing someone: Understanding came too late.” [Obi-wan Kenobi in Jude Watson’s The Last One Standing]

#ask #anon #sw meta #anakin skywalker #meta: anakin #mine #txt

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serendipity-by-chance · 7 months

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because of that one post i wanna talk about things in sw fics that instantly make me click out lol. im not naming any but yeah. like okay i may not always click out cause some of them are cool so yeah

1. when they make anakin too pathetic lol. like not the funny kind but weird pathetic💀💀 anakin was a smart guy lol. like dumb in a funny way but anakin was good with strategy. he was open and honest too. when those qualities of him are taken is that even anakin?

2. when the jedi council know about anidala. like guys that’s not possible. please. the thousands of years of rules wont change cause of 1 guy. be so serious. anakin isnt that important to the jedi council. just make him leave the order😭😭 he’d be happier without being there.

3. undermining padme. need some people to read her novels to know how determined padme was to create a better world. she was a fighter till the end. her dying is more than just anakin. everything she ever believed in was shattered. some of u dont get her the way i do.

4. okay this might be funnily weird but when satine isnt mentioned!! lol. like it can have other obi wan ships but when obi was centric thing happens and he talks about love and all but doesnt mention satine? mind u thats the woman he was willing to leave the order for😭😭 stop acting like disney who like to pretend padme never existed. yall do the same with satine.

5. i love time travel fics but some of them having characters that instantly blurt out the truth instead of pausing and thinking what will happen if i do this.

6. LAST AND MOST IMPORTANT. when yall take one side with the parents. istg. leia is breha and bail’s kid and she is also anakin and padme’s. anakin and padme were created based off of luke and leia😭😭 you can’t change the similarities between them because it EXISTS FOR A REASON. but also you dont get to ignore bail and breha’s hand in raising leia. if leia was left to be raised by vader she’d be twisted into sth evil. leia’s goodness and righteousness and sense of justice, all of which she inherited from padme and anakin, was ALSO taught by bail and breha. they taught her to be a good person. someone who fights for justice and freedom. leia is all of their legacy. please stop picking sides it’s gross. anakin and padme didnt have a choice when it came to parenting leia because one was dead and the other thought leia was dead but they loved her from the moment they knew they would have a child. anakin was even convinced it would be a girl and he was so excited. to not acknowledge that is insulting really. and also, it was bail and breha who raised her and loved her. she was their child. their pride. to not acknowledge everything leia is BECAUSE of them is also insulting. i need fic writers to do better

#leia organa #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #anidala #bail organa #breha organa #basically my takes on sw fanfics prequel edition

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love-too-believe · 1 year

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Why Namor x Shuri makes sense in terms of story structure

So if we go off context, Nashuri was already planned by the writers, as seen in interviews and the og script. Which isn't surprising because viewers picked up on their chemistry and romantic undertones in the movie already. The only reason this was changed is because they wanted to focus on the theme of grief and dealing with loss. Which has been the main theme for phase 4 in general since we're moving on to new heroes.

Also not sure if people are aware of this but the choice to kill Ramonda was more or less a last minute decision by Ryan. Angela only agreed to it after Ryan brought up how often it is for characters to come back.

So this could mean Ramonda's coming back to life or will continue to make appearances. If she does come back to life this more or less weakens the "but he killed her mom!" Argument.

Now let's talk about Shuri's story and Namor's role in it. Because at the end of the day this is Shuri's story.

Shuri's story in WF is her journey from childhood to adulthood. Tenoch has said this is his favorite thing about her story.

In the beginning she is a girl by the end she is a woman.

The particular kind of story structure Ryan used is called "The Heroine's Journey" a popular method to use in storytelling with female leads.

You'll find similar stories following this method in movies like "Star Wars, Labyrinth, The Hunger Games, The Wizard of Oz etc."

"The Heroine's Journey" is a female version of "The Hero's Journey" which is used for male leads. T'Challa actually goes through his hero's journey during "Civil War" and "BP" so im not suprised Ryan used the female version for his sister.

If you look at the structure of the heroine's journey Shuri pretty much hits all of these.

Distancing herself from her mother, venturing out of Wakanda (both in America and in Talokan) aka leaving the nest, and having her time to shine.

Both the hero and heroine's journies are a method to mature your lead in a way that makes sense and is relatable since hey, we all gotta grow up some times.

Also a subtle thing Ryan incorporated was how both Ramonda and Okoye treat Shuri like she's a child while Namor treats her like an adult, because she is.

Now something that is not always included but is common in both, is the hero or heroine's being presented with sexual incitement, at times for the first time. This signifies them coming into sexual maturity which is why you won't see it in every story or may just get subtle hits of it.

Now if it wasn't obvious Namor is ment to be Shuri's expirence with sexual enticement. Possibly her first encounter since we don't know her history.

And this isn't a "maybe" situation he literally just is. Firstly, this role usually is presented when the hero leaves the nest, not to mention Namor takes up every single trope of this role.

-Invades the hero's space (hut scene)

-whispers to them (again hut scene)

-touches or caresses them (First holding her hand then putting his mother's bracelet on her)

-shows them something new and exciting (Talokan)

-Is usually older then the hero (20s vs 500)

-Often times wears clothing that is either tight fitted or very little clothing (bro is literally walking around in nothing but jewelry and booty shorts)

Secondly, sometimes you'll straight up get subtle hints and/or introductions of sex it's self.

-In Star Wars there's a scene where Leia has to sit on Han's lap and the ship starts bouncing up and down...

-Again, in Star Wars Kylo Ren wipes his mouth which we see has water on it after meeting with Rey through the force...

-With Shuri in Namor, their fight has a weird amount of grappling and holding, not to mention the back scratching...

Namor treats and speaks to Shuri like she's a grown woman. He doesn't handle her with kid gloves like everyone else, he respects her as an adult who can make her own decisions.

In a dark sense even when it comes to either raging war after Ramonda's death or the alliance. He leaves it up to her to decide.

Also Riri, just isn't this to Shuri. This is not to say people can't ship it cause you can ship whatever you want, their all fictional. But Shuri refers to Riri as "a kid", "a child" or "a girl" depending on what translations you watch. This is to show the audience that Shuri does not view Riri as an adult. They're confirmed to have a sisterly bond. Shuri lost a sibling and gained a sibling.

But back to Namor, he also is noticeably kinder to her then he is to literally anyone else in the movie besides his people. Not to mention it's canon that he finds her charming and interesting. He also likes her smile.

It's confirmed by Ryan that he never wanted to kill her even during their fight which some fans noticed, he never tries to kill her even when he has an obvious chance.

And lastly, he sees Shuri as an equal by the end of the movie, showing he has respect for her as a protector of her nation and possibly even views her as a god now but we have to wait and see on that one.

As quoted by Ryan, Namor is ment to be a Peter Pan archetype and when you think about it he really is. He's black and white way of thinking is very childish, he's incredible stubborn, he's arrogant and cocky, yet at the same time, curious and charming. Like Peter he's a father to his people (he literally refers to them as his children) and their sole protector.

There's innocence to his character that's very compelling and shows how young he is in mind.

-he collects (maybe steals, very Killmonger of him) Mayan artifacts from the surface since he never got to see Ancient Maya.

-speaking of collecting things, he even collects random surface world stuff. He has 2 gramophones in his hut, which he most likely got from a ship back in the day.

-he's suprised and charmed by Shuri's kindness. Which makes session since she's the first surface person he's ever spent time with.

-and hey, he got his love of drawing from his mama.

Now what does all this mean for Namor and Shuri in the future? Well for one you got a good amount of back up for them no longer being enemies.

1. Shuri's heroine's journey is over now.

2. Namor was the one who forced her into womanhood.

3. We concluded the story at her finalizing her grief

4. It's canon that Namor was humbled by Shuri after their fight.

5. Wakanda and Talokan will be working with each other.

6. Namor may play a mentor like role with Shuri

7. Dispite many romance scenes being removed they still chose to keep enough hints for people to pick up on.

8. Their fight is described as "intimate" by both writers.

9. Namor and Shuri are described as "two sides of the same coin" and "twin flames" (these are the same descriptions that were used for Rey and Ben Solo in Star Wars)

Why does them having a possible relationship make sense? Well the most basic answer? They're the only two people that can understand what the other is going through.

Their both protectors of great nations that are centered around a resource unique to their land and have a culture and ancestry untouched by colonization. They both know grief of losing people they love. (Namor's mother and his two handmaids, Shuri's brother and mother) Their both EXTREMELY intelligent. (Namor build a vibranium sun underwater and I don't remember where I read it but he learned English in a week.) They both find each other interesting. They both see each other as equals. They both have alot of growing to do.

So will they have some kind of relationship? Most likely. Will it be romantic or platonic? Who knows. But we know they won't be enemies so we have to wait and see.

#namor #shuri #shuri udaku #namor meta #shuri meta #wakanda forever meta #wakanda forever #black panther wakanda forever #black panther #nashuri #namuri #story analysis #heroine's journey

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wwinterwitch · 2 years

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hii, could i request a luke skywalker and reader fic where theyre friends and shes a jedi too and helps him "rescue" grogu, someone insults luke, and she gets angry and lukes like omg you defended me??? im in love with you😍 and later she goes on a rant on the audacity of that person who insulted luke and he calms her down and a confession too?? Thanks!!!!

Loved writing this!! tysm for your request <3 shout out to miss taylor swift for inspiring the title and a little of the story too

SPARKS FLY - LUKE SKYWALKER

**gif is not mine, credits to tatooineknights here on tumblr

summary: a seemingly small gesture makes luke fall even more in love with you

pairing: luke skywalker x jedi!fem!reader

word count: 1.5K

warnings: awkward and shy luke, unshared feelings, friends to lovers, badass female and golden retriever male type of couple.

a reblog is always appreciated!

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"Do you feel anything?" you asked as soon as you were inside the cantina.

"Not sure," Luke replied, scanning the place.

This was the third place you had visited that day. You and Luke were exhaustingly looking for this force-sensitive individual the two of you started to feel not so long ago. You thought after losing Obi-Wan it will be just you, Luke and Leia left to keep a legacy of the Force that is nothing like the one the followers of the Dark Side have.

This Force was a light at the end of a once seemingly empty void of darkness ahead. It was a chance to meet more like you that were on the right side of the Force. Both of you were excited to meet this individual. The energy on them is pure and young, definitely a baby. It was pure, and playful, and so incredibly filled with love. It has to be one of the most captivating and addictive energies of all. The happiness and innocence it provides...makes it almost imposible not to smile, allowing that force to surround you. Peaceful.

You need to meet who have such energy.

When you walked inside the cantina, you two were nothing but another pair of customers just like the other people currently inside. You and Luke took separate ways so locating this Force-sensitive being could be easier. When you reunited, it was obvious neither of you have found them.

As you approached Luke, you noticed he was talking with a group of men sitting by the counter. None of them looked very friendly or eager to talk.

"Get lost, kid!" one of them shouted.

"I'm just trying to–"

"Hey, I told you to leave, scum! That's your last warning."

At soon as you heard those words, you took your lightsaber out and aimed dangerously close to the creature's neck. The group around you gasped as the music stopped, nothing but silence around you. Obviously, the one in front of you was visibly shaking with fear and standing as still as they possibly could.

Luke was quiet, almost letting out a gasp himself when he saw your quick movement. He just stared wide-eyed at you.

People around were scared, but also intrigued. Like they just saw a ghost– a myth. No one has seen or heard from a Jedi in a very long time. They were supposed to be extinct, yet here stands one of them, lightsaber in hand, like it's just nothing. Like putting that kind of weapon out wouldn't cause chaos.

"Don't you dare insult him again," you warned slowly, earning a frantic nod from the creature. "Now, apologize to my friend."

Luke quickly stepped forward, his entire face burning red. "Oh, no...it's not– it's not necessary"

"Do as I say," you insisted, motioning at the creature to do what you were ordering.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" they cried desperately.

You smiled at the creature, putting away your lightsaber and hooking it back to your belt. "Wasn't so hard, was it?" you commented sarcastically, starting to walk towards the exit doors.

All eyes were on you as you walked away, everyone amazed by what just happened. When you left, all eyes turned to Luke. His face couldn't possibly be more red as he practically ran to the door in embarrassment, hating to have all the attention to himself.

Outside you were waiting for him, resting by the wall of the cantina as you scanned the street in front of you. As soon as Luke saw you, he felt like his legs would stop working and he'll be face down on the floor. His heart was beating rapidly after what just happen. Half of him thought it was because of the adrenaline, the other half just knew it was all about you.

Because he'll be lying to himself if what just happened didn't make him fall even harder for you. The way you'd be willing to put up a scene just to protect him. How you didn't even hesitate to defend him.

He liked knowing you were willing to do that just for him. Yes, it was violent and maybe a little too much, but the gesture shows you care. And likes that you care.

Everything you do always amazes him. How you always know what to say or do to get out of trouble, your skills with the lightsaber, how wise you are and how great of a Jedi you have become. But that wasn't all. There was so much more to you that just being a Jedi.

He likes how much you care about other people. How you saw that little boy crying back on Tatooine and you didn't leave his side until you were able to find his parents and bring him back to them. Or the way your eyes light up in admiration when you approach a new planet because you seem to find beauty in everything surrounding you.

He even likes how stubborn you can be at times or how grumpy you get every time you're unable to get a good sleep. And how you always love to be right about everything.

He just likes you. All of you.

So for him to witness the girl he adores so much willing to put up a scene to defend him, there's really no words that could explain what that means to him. He has fallen so hard, that every little detail seem to impress him. Sparks fly all around him because of you. An endless galaxy of emotions exploding inside of him, making him impossibly happier.

"Sorry about that," he heard you say, snapping out of his thoughts. You smiled apologetically, knowing he'd probably lecture you how impulsive that was. He's always been the most subtle and responsible one.

"It's fine," he assured you. "Thanks for...that."

"Yeah, no worries," was your response. "Hope that gave those guys a lesson. Maybe next time they'll be nicer to strangers."

Luke chuckles, feeling his cheeks burning red. The fact that he knew he was blushing in front of you only made him blush harder. "Yeah, I bet."

"Such nasty people!" you continued your rant, genuinely angry at what just happened. "I mean, they could try to put up a fight with me anytime, I'm probably as bad as they are when it comes to manners, but you? Who in their right mind would treat someone like you so bad?"

"What do you mean someone like me?"

"Oh, I mean it in a good way," you quickly elaborated, afraid he might've thought you were insulting him. "You're a sweetheart, Luke. Truly the nicest person that has ever lived in the entire galaxy."

"You give me too much credit," he mutters shyly, avoiding to look at you in embarrassment.

"No, I mean it!" you insisted. The fact that his entire face was burning red only encouraged you to tease him even further.

It was so easy to make Luke Skywalker, the young man who quite literally took down the Empire, look so flustered. It seems to be an ability only you have. Any small thing you say or do can make him fall right at your feet. Everyone around you two could see it. How he would trail behind you like a lost puppy and the way he looked at you with so much admiration in his eyes. The boy is hopelessly in love with you, it's crazy you still aren't together yet.

As the two of you walked back to your ship, you lightly pushed him to gain his attention. He briefly looked at you, still very shy. "You are the nicest person out there, Luke. I don't mean that as an exaggeration."

"I know," he says, his smile never fading. "But you are nice, too."

You chuckled. "I'm not nearly half of what you are."

"That's...that's not true! You have many great qualities."

"Oh, yeah? Like what?"

Once again, he didn't know what to say. You smiled after realizing you did it again. Have him all flustered because he doesn't really know how to openly show his admiration for you. He doesn't know how to do that, maybe because you're the first girl he's ever liked.

"Well, you're super funny. And your smart, hardworking, selfless, caring."

"That's it?" you teased.

"Those were examples."

You couldn't keep your laughter. "You are adorable, Luke Skywalker."

"Stop doing that!"

"I'm not doing anything!"

"Yes, you are," he insisted. "You say things...and you know I won't...I won't know what to say."

"It's called flirting, Luke."

With that said, you winked at him before walking the last remaining steps towards the ship, leaving him standing in complete shock by that revelation. You would always tease him and say all these silly little things to get a reaction out of him, but never went further than that. You never openly admitted you were flirting.

Everything was, in Luke's mind, just you being friendly. Since when was this flirting? Is he really that oblivious? Or maybe you weren't being obvious enough? No. That's not it. It's definitely him. He's been the problem all along.

Encouraged by that revelation, he hurried towards the ship so the two of you could continue the search for this Force-sensitive being, promising to himself that next time you start complimenting him more than usual and teasing him to make him nervous, he'll definitely do something about it.

He would know what to say next time.

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unconditionally // ch 2

anakin x reader

(a/n: so these chapters r gonna b longer cause i have way too much to say abt this heheh, im also posting on ao3 now if you like that format better :/ it’s linked on my master list :)

you unexpectedly watch the kids for the night

warnings: cursing, asshole behavior

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You woke up the next morning to a text from “Anakin”. You yawned and squinted at your phone. Basically every day, come over at 3:00 and leave when Anakin shows up. Except Friday, you had that day off. Easy enough. Hopefully he wouldn’t come back too late, you still had school after all.

You stretched and got out of your bed. As you finished your morning routine you began to plan out your week.

Breakfast, class one, study in the library, class two, lunch, go over to Anakin’s, entertain the kids, back to the dorms, homework, sleep.

Your weekend really just consisted of your friends dragging you out to the mall to shop for “party clothes”. That really just meant trying on skimpy dresses that cost way too much. However this weekend you actually had money to spend.

You were all trying on outfits for this new fancy bar that recently opened. They were practically bursting with excitement to go to it on opening night next month. The bar was high profile and you had to “know people” to even get on a waitlist. Kind of a hassle you thought. But you didn't mind treating yourself to some new fashion.

You found a unique sage green dress, it wasn’t too revealing but it wasn’t quite modest either. It cascaded off of your shoulders, really highlighting your collarbone, the silky material clung to your hips perfectly. You looked damn good.

You decided to splurge and buy the dress. Your friends were astonished you actually bought something for yourself, usually you never made personal purchases for pleasure.

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Monday rolled around and you drove to the house one more. Once you got there you realized he never gave you a key. Shit.

You debated calling him, what if he was in a meeting? But what if he didn’t get your text. You began to worry, it was only your second day.

Soon you felt a small hand tug on your shirt. You looked down to see two little pigtails.

“You’re back!!” Leia exclaimed, hugging your leg. Luke followed soon after clinging to your other.

“Hiii, guys!” you exclaimed, hugging them back.

“I’m sorry i’m just standing here, I forgot to ask your dad for a key” you admitted, sheepishly.

Luke smiled and pulled out a key from his pocket. It was a small brass key with a temporary tag that had your name on it. You gladly received the key and Leia spoke.

“Daddy said he’s really sorry he forgot”

“Oh no worries!” you said thanking the twins.

You unlocked the door and the kids bounced right on in.

“How was school? Was the bus ride nice?” you asked them as you placed your things on the marble countertop.

“It was so cool! We learned about volcanoes, they explode!! Like boom-pew-pssh” Luke exclaimed enthusiastically as he made motions with his hands.

Leia giggled then said “Well I learned about long division! We divided seven digit numbers!”

“That’s awesome you guys! I’m really proud of you!” you said encouragingly.

Leia pointed to your bag, “Do you have homework too?”.

You nodded, “Want to do our homework together?”.

“Yes! Yes, please!” she exclaimed, grabbing her bag.

The three of you sat at the counter for a while doing your respective work. Every now and then Leia would tease Luke about his handwriting and you had to assure him it was very good for kids his age. You sliced up some fruits for them to snack on while they finished up.

Around 5:45 the front door clicked open. Anakin walked in with an empty coffee cup in hand.

“Daddy!!” the kids exclaimed, hopping off their stools to greet their father.

He dropped his bag and held his arms out to embrace them.

“Hey guys! How was your day?”

“I learned about volcanoes!”

“That's great, bud!” Anakin exclaimed.

“I did long division!” Leia said proudly.

Anakin kissed her on the cheek, “That’s wonderful, Princess”.

He rose from his position near the floor and made eye contact with you. His eyes seemed to subtly change. They were colder.

“Hello, F/N”

“Hi” you said back, shyly.

“I see you got the key. That was my mistake.” he said stiffly.

You began to shake your head, “no, don't worry about it! I should have remembered to ask” you offered.

He looked at you for a moment before curtly nodding.

You began to gather your things and say goodbye to the kids. Anakin , on the other hand, had already retreated to his room upstairs. You figured that was your cue to leave.

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The next two weeks went by rather quickly, Anakin sent out the same scheduled times to you and you went. Each day was filled with quality time with the twins. Luke seemed to be developing a small crush on you. It was amusing, but you made sure to remind him of the kids his age. You grew accustomed to their banter, Leia usually the one coming out on top.

You also learned that their mother had died shortly after giving birth to them, and it seemed their dad was still sensitive to the topic. As for Anakin himself he hardly spoke to you at all, mostly he just glared at you from a distance. But he was paying your bills, so you didn’t complain.

Today was Thursday and you were making crafts with the twins, once again, on the marble counter. They originally wanted to go to the park, but a big thunderstorm decided to pass through. So now you were watching Leia make a “magical butterfly community” while Luke did a “robot-dinosaur mega-world”. You aided them only with the glitter and glue, Anakin would be pissed if it got everywhere.

”Daddy seemed annoyed yesterday,” Leia said to Luke while she stamped blue butterflies on the paper.

“Yeah” Luke agreed, not really paying attention.

She rolled her eyes and you offered your opinion.

“He seemed irritated, yes. But he seems like he acts like that alot”

“Yeah but he usually isn’t rude like that, I’m sorry.” she said, taking some stickers from the sheet in front of her.

Yesterday was rude? Anakin was normally rude, yesterday was downright disrespectful. You had gone to the bathroom and were not in your normal spot at the counter when he walked in. He kind of flipped out on you for not “watching the kids” and threatened to fire you. Honestly, once you got in your car you began to cry. But you told yourself he probably just had a bad day or something. Plus you needed the money.

“I think your dad doesn’t like me” you half laughed, playing with the glitter cap.

Leia shook her head, little brown braids swaying. “No, he does. He would have made you quit if he didn’t”.

You were curious, “what do you mean by that?”.

“He’s nicer to you than he was to any of the other nannies. He doesn’t yell at you”

He was usually more of an asshole? You couldn’t even imagine the damage he caused the other poor nannies. Though you still had a hard time believing he liked you.

Soon enough you heard the door open and a familiar set of footsteps enter the house. Your heart began to quicken, was he still mad at you?

He sighed loudly as he shook off his raincoat. You heard mutter a curse under his breath. Once he stepped into the kitchen he smiled at his kids. As they greeted each other you studied him. He was tall, slimfit, and had great muscle definition on his arms. His hair looked particularly enchanting with raindrops adorning his curls. He was a beautiful man.

He looked at you with less disdain than you expected. “It’s raining pretty hard, huh?” you offered, expecting him to say “obviously” or something else to make you feel stupid.

Instead he responded truthfully, “yeah, I hate rain almost as much as I hate the beach”.

“The beach?” you laughed.

He rose to his full height and gave a small smile, “Mhm, it’s hot and there’s sand everywhere, not to mention all the little shells you step on trying to get to the ocean”.

You giggled again, that was the most he’d said to you without being cold or sarcastic.

“I guess we’ll never do a beach day then” you smiled at the kids.

After cleaning up you said your goodbyes and headed towards the door. But before you made it into the rain Anakin called your name.

“Yes?” you asked, confused.

He walked over to you and grabbed an umbrella out of the holder by the door. He opened it on the porch and motioned for you to join him.

He walked you out to your car, holding the umbrella over you as you put your bag in the backseat.

“Thank you,” you said to him. You were honestly confused as to why he was being oddly nice to you after being so rude yesterday.

“Don’t want you to catch a cold and give it to my kids,” he said.

Aaand there it was.

“Of course, thank you anyways though” you smiled.

You were focused on getting in your car, but you missed the small smile that tugged at the corners of his lips.

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The school day ended with buzzing excitement. That new bar was finally opening tonight and campus was in a frenzy. Everyone was seeing if they knew someone who knew someone that could get them in. Your friends paraded around the fact they were already on the list, while you could honestly care less. But, alas here you were doing your makeup and sporting the sage green dress you bought a while ago.

Once you were finished you took a minute to check yourself out in the mirror. Damn, ok… you looked hot.

You smiled at your new found confidence and began to put on your heels. You grabbed your keys and began driving off campus. Soon your phone began to ring, you looked down and it was Anakin. Confused, you answered the call.

“H-Hello?”

“Hey, I’m really sorry, but do you think you could watch the twins tonight? My department is having an impromptu dinner. I’m sorry, I’ll pay you double-”

He sounded genuinely sorry.

“You don’t have to pay me extra Anakin, I’d be happy to” you smiled, the bar could wait.

“Ok, thank you so much F/N” he said.

“Oh! I was going out with some people, so I’m still in my outfit. It's not inappropriate, is that ok?” you asked, thinking about the kids.

“That's fine,” he said before promptly hanging up.

You shook your head and took a deep breath as you got ready to call your friends… they were not going to be happy.

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You arrived at the grand mansion in record time. You really didn’t want to make him have to wait for you to get there, he might get mad at you. You knocked on the door since you knew he was home, you didn’t want to just barge in. The door opened slowly but Anakin wasn’t the one standing there. Instead there was a man with a clean beard and nice sandy brown hair.

“Hello there” he said in a jovial tone.

You blushed, not expecting some random guy to open the door. “Hi”.

“You must be F/N, I’ve heard alot about you” he said stepping aside so you could enter the house.

Before you could respond Anakin interjected from the top of the stairs.

“From the kids, they won't shut up about you”.

He was walking down the stairs buttoning up his suit. Both men were dressed in formal attire. The bearded man had a gray suit while Anakin wore a black one.

“You two look very nice” you offered. The bearded man gave a sweet smile while anakin just kind of stared at you.

“Oh, by the way you can call me Ben” the bearded man extended his hand to you.

You shook it firmly and smiled.

In your peripheral vision you saw Anakin’s gaze traveling up and down your body.

“Oh, yeah, I’m sorry Anakin, I didn’t have time to change… Do you have anything I can change into by chance?” all of a sudden you didn’t feel so confident under his watchful gaze.

He handed Ben the car keys and asked him to bring it around as he asked you to follow him upstairs.

This was the first time you had been in Anakin’s room. The interior was mostly black and white with an occasional splash of color. He sighed before opening the closet. Far in the back there was a box with some clothing.

“It’s not fancy, but it's better than what you’re wearing,” he huffed. He must really think you’re revolting…. You just felt awful now, what if he made assumptions about you? Would he not let you work for him anymore?

You were pulled out of your thoughts as he tossed a baggy t-shirt and some sweats at you. They smelled different than him, they had a lingering scent of perfume.

“I have to leave now, once you put them on leave my room and close the door, the kids are in the playroom” with that he left.

You took off your green dress, maybe you wouldn’t wear it anymore… you felt embarrassed. You put on the other clothes he gave you, they were obviously women’s clothes, they fit you well and the sweat pants hung off of your hips nicely. You sighed and went to find the kids.

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You found them playing connect four on the floor of the playroom. When they saw you their eyes lit up and they ran to greet you.

“I thought you weren’t coming back til monday!!” Luke exclaimed.

You laughed, “surprise!”.

Leia pulled back to look at you for a moment, “wait did daddy give you that?” she asked, pointing to the clothes.

“Oh! He let me borrow them” you explained.

“Wait, aren't those mom’s old clothes?” Luke said.

What.

“Yeah, that’s why I was asking,” Leia said back to her brother.

Anakin.

Let you wear his wife’s clothes?

The kids showed you a picture of their mother wearing the exact same outfit, lying on the sofa downstairs. She was beautiful.

Leia looked so much like her, the resemblance was uncanny.

While you were having an internal crisis as to why Anakin let you borrow those clothes, the twins couldn’t be less bothered. They had never met their mom, and to them she was no more than a fairy tale character. It was kind of sad, but maybe it was better that they weren’t stuck mourning her death.

The rest of the night you continued to make dinner for them and ended up on the sofa watching 101 Dalmatians, once again. Around the halfway mark both twins were fast asleep on each side of you. You smiled, you felt a sense of family amongst the kids. You weren't really as close with your friends recently, and your love life was a fucking joke. But at least you had two people who were always excited to see you.

You too began to doze off at some point. You dreamed of the early stages of spring, the baby animals, fresh dew drops on petals in the morning, the fresh air, the love. You must have been deep asleep because when you woke up the twins were nowhere to be seen.

You shot up in a panic before you heard a strong voice behind you.

“Don’t worry, Ben and I put them to bed” Anakin was sitting at the kitchen counter, a glass of wine sitting beside him.

You exhaled and walked towards him. “Why didn’t you wake me? I could have put them to sleep.”

He took a sip of the maroon beverage as he looked at the wall in front of him. “You looked peaceful”.

You rubbed the rest of the sleep from your eyes and took the seat beside him. “How was the dinner?”.

He slowly turned to face you, “It was well, Ben and I had a few drinks”.

You smiled, you could smell the liquor on his lips. “By the way, thank you”.

“For what?”

“The clothes, Leia told me…You know you didn’t hav-”

“It’s fine.” he took another sip of the drink in his hand.

You looked down at your hands, what now?

He stole another glance at you, “They’re just clothes F/N”, after that he tipped the glass towards you and arched his brow.

You gave a small smile and took a sip from the opposite side as him, the wine went down nicely, it tasted expensive. You scrunched your nose as the alcoholic burn traveled down your throat.

He huffed out a laugh before looking forward again.

“I see you watched that damn dog movie again.”

Oh.

“I’m sorry, I can tell them no when they ask next time”

Maybe it was his buzz or maybe it was truly just him. But he faced you with a look you had never seen on his face before. It was sincere, adoring and somber all at the same time, “No, I enjoyed seeing my kids with you on the couch watching that movie.”

In a way you felt guilty, you were in his wife’s spot, in her clothes, with her kids, watching her favorite movie… He only said that because he was replacing you with her.

With that you took another swig on the wine.

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(a/n: Ok soo im in love with this fic..Yall dont even understand, there are already 54 pages on my doc and ive only written 6 chapters)

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