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#Uncle Ben and Little Luke
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.
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solesnati · 2 years
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i just clenches fist have so many soft feelings about Luke as a dad tonight
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nasahq · 1 year
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starting the kenobi series immediately after finishing rots is the dumbest thing i’ve ever done. i’m twenty minutes into the first episode and i’m already bawling my fucking eyes out
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stealingpotatoes · 2 months
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Seeing Mini!Ben meet up with the Mandalorians makes me want to imagine all the Kids (Ben, Rey, Ragnar, Grogu, Finn, Poe, Lukes entire class, etc...) going on playdates together at their different aunts/uncles/honorary family members places. And just having, you know, a nice, peaceful childhood, that the spend being, well... children.
One weekend its the Mandos, then the Clones get them, the Weekend after is a space-roadtrip with uncle Han, afterwards its Aunty Sokas turn...
Obviously the kids tell all of them that they are their favorourite uncle/aunt and while all of them should know better, they all keep falling for it.
YES but also the clones could barely keep up with their chaotic little Jedi when they were in their 20s, imagine how much worse it is in their biological 90s
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(commission info // kofi support!)
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firerose · 4 months
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Jacen and Ben solo growing up at Lukes temple together
Jacen convincing Ben to pull all sorts of pranks on their peers
Ben stopping Jacen from getting himself killed on missions
Their masters bonding over their disaster Padawans
both of them getting older sparring together
( Jacen looking more and more like Kanan every day )
Ben always jokes that he will be a great teacher, Jacen gets excited at that idea
Eventually he gets his own Padawan that he smiles at kindly , proud to carry on his fathers legacy
Ben stands beside him happy for his cousin, his best friend
His family is there too his mother with tears in her eyes
His master Ezra who cant believe that the little boy he once trained is now a full grown Jedi knight
His uncles zeb and kallus who live a peaceful life on Lira san protecting the Lasat
His aunts Shin and Sabine who just got back from one of their many space adventures
and of course chopper
A family, his family
And in this universe Palpatine really did die and Snoke doesn't exist
so they get a happy ending
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whatevvvs · 6 months
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One thing that gets on my nerves in the Star Wars fandom is when people criticize or even vilinize Owen lars for being kind of a little harsh on luke. Like what the fuck did you guys expect??? They live on a barren desert planet that has slavery and a bunch of other bullshit that’s constantly trying to kill you.
For all we know this is what responsible parenting looks like on Tatooine. Like damn sorry owen put a fucking curfew for luke so he doesn’t get snatched by some fucking slaver in the middle of the night.
I also don’t love when people imply that Owen and beru never made an lasting impact on Luke’s life or that anakin is the de facto the most important/valid parental figure luke has, like did we forget that he permanently disables his son and killed his friends and family???
In the Star Wars radio show when biggs tries to talk luke about leaving the moisture farm, Luke angrily replies that he would never leave his aunt and uncle. He says that to his BEST FRIEND. Luke skywalker, the guy who’s biggest wish is to get out of Tatooine tells his best and only friend to fuck off at the implication that he would be better off just ditching his adoptive parents.
When we watch the scene of luke looking at the burnt wreck of the moisture farm, you can literally see shock and dismay plain on his face. Yes, he doesn’t tear up or sob or anything like that, but then again neither does leia when Alderaan gets blown up, and we would never accuse her of not loving her parents or her planet.
And also what could Owen being abusive possibly add to Star Wars?? Does it explain any of Luke’s actions or characteristics?? Does it add a layer of depth on themes of fatherhood in the story ?? The only thing people ever seem to come up with is that owens “abuse” is what makes luke yearn for a connection with Anakin. There a number of explanations for this, one it could be a force thing, (I mean luke doesn’t seem as curious about his mother, could be that he can sense his father is alive), and two luke could just be curious because he has a sense of wanderlust and the stories about his dad who won his way out of slavery might be cooler than farming moisture.
I for one, believe that Owen and berus loss is one of the most devastating things from a new hope. It’s Luke’s first introduction to one of Star Wars most important themes, the act of letting go. It’s Luke’s grief for them and Ben that immediately makes him connect with Leia and her loss, it’s the gauntlet that transforms the young naive farm boy we see at the beginning of the film to the determined rebel we see at the end.
I’m not saying Owen was perfect or that he didn’t have a few issues when it came to parenting luke, but like at least acknowledge that all that tough love went into making luke one of the most resilient most capable rebels in the alliance.
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aj-artjunkyard · 7 days
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I think the prequels should’ve made Owen Lars Anakin’s full brother. I think we should’ve had gruff 19/20 year old completely Force-null Owen in TPM and make the audience assume for a moment that that’s young Darth Vader, but nope, it’s the tiny blond Yippee boy who’s playing with droids.
I want to play with old Ben’s line about Uncle Owen in ANH “He thought (Anakin) should’ve stayed here, not gotten involved (in the clone wars)” as Owen urging Anakin to quit the Order in AOTC because a war is brewing in the Republic, telling him their mother sent Anakin away to be safe, and would never approve of him becoming a soldier.
Then Uncle Owen in OWK with that same dismissive attitude towards Obi-Wan but this time it’s not just protectiveness of Luke but also because he blames the Jedi for corrupting his little brother
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pomplalamoose · 3 months
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Mistletoe Misery
modern day AU / Dilf!Luke x reader
summary: Luke has spent an entire evening thinking about catching you, the reader, under the mistletoe; will he be successful?
(based on this request)
A/N: the way I STRUGGLED with this is unreal💀 but if just one person out there likes it, it'd more than up make up for it. Happy holidays, lovely people🫶🏻
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From his place next to his nephew Luke has a great view of the entrance to the kitchen over which proudly dangles the mistletoe.
And although he is surrounded by family and loved ones, his main focus is on you; bustling from one room to the other you carry glasses and plates or cleaning rags, diligently helping to clean up the big dining table.
Again and again you pass under the mistletoe, engage in small talk, let yourself be whirled around to the jolly tunes of old Christmas songs and all of it without glancing his way even once.
With barely concealed frustration he watches as you run into his brother in law for what feels like the fourth or fifth time this evening.
"Keep your father from kissing everything in his vicinity, would you?"
He didn't mean for it to come out as harsh as it did and grimaces apologetically when Ben looks up at him in slight bewilderment.
"It's just an old tradition, uncle Luke.", he says. "I don't think mom minds terribly."
Luke sighs and swallows a grumbled retort, instead returning his attention back to you.
No, he isn't worried about Leia's relationship but very much about you falling for someone else.
Surely he, won't, can't be the focus of your attraction for long?
If he isn't mistaken, and he doubts he is, pretty much every member of his entire family was able to catch you under the mistletoe to receive one of your kisses or to gift one to you.
Except for him.
He can't suppress a longing sigh.
You're making for such a beautiful picture tonight. 
Mesmerized he watches as you gracefully swipe your hair to the side and out of your face, your beautiful earrings catching the light.
Their gleam flashes across the room like a little beacon, beckoning him closer, drawing him in.
The earrings HE gifted you.
HE should be the one in Han's place making you laugh, HE should be the one close to you.
And it's not as if he hasn't tried, as if he didn't put in any effort to reach out.
He did and yet, somehow, you managed to slip away, evaded his grasp every single time as if you were nothing more than a lovely play of his imagination.
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You like your friend's family, you really do, and especially with one of their uncles, Han, you get along splendidly.
He's funny, although primarily unintentionally so because of how full he is of himself, and carries himself with an ease that's contagious.
Most importantly though he does an incredible job distracting you from the fact that Luke and you haven't exchanged a single word for the entirety of the evening.
From time to time you can feel his eyes on you but nothing more and, as a result, you've been growing increasingly fidgety and nervous.
He knows something is up, must have noticed how you're going out of your way to avoid any interaction with him.
Oh, if only it weren't for that damned mistletoe, there would be no problem at all.
You weren't this concerned when it was first brought in, so sure that its only serving purpose was meant to be a final touch to the decorations.
How nice of your friend's relatives to bring something along! 
Though rather quickly you realized how very very wrong that assumption was and immediately started panicking.
How, in all the worlds, were you supposed to handle a kiss from Luke?! 
If he would even want to kiss you, that is, whispered a nasty little voice of self doubt in your head, promptly introducing you to a whole new world of worries.
What if he rejected you?
All of a sudden it didn't matter that he had known about your feelings towards him for a while now, that you spent a lovely few weeks preparing for the holidays together.
It didn't matter that his gift was singlehandedly the most beautiful thing you had ever laid your eyes upon and which surely must have cost him a fortune.
He may have grown fond of you, yes, of that you can be relatively sure now, but how are you supposed to know if there's more to it than that?
If his feelings go beyond those a father has for their child?
Are you supposed to find out under the mistletoe? In front of everybody?
What if you were to share a kiss and it meant nothing to him but everything to you?
What if he'd leave you there, with weak knees and a flushing face, like nothing happened?
No.
Not tonight; not on a night that is meant to be joyous and light hearted.
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Later, as the last guests are saying their goodbyes on the steps in front of the house, you are carefully making your way into the kitchen, hoping not to catch anybody's attention.
You'll have to come out of there eventually, you know, and sooner than later, but for now you're safe.
Surely, in all of this confusion of jackets and shoes and presents and hugs, nobody will think to take a look in here, not when they're already halfway out of the door.
Admittedly your feeling of relief is very nearly one of pride as well.
With the family's department the mistletoe has lost its power and you emerged on the other side victorious.
You did it! No awkward swooning, no hurtful rejection, no forced closeness, no unanswered questions; your little plan worked.
Happily humming to yourself you begin storing away the dishes, when you hear foot steps behind you.
Your friend! Great, you could definitely use a helping hand amidst this chaos and-
With a request already on your lips you turn around but all that leaves you is a squeak when instead you come face to face with the one person you've been trying so hard to evade.
Just barely fast enough to tighten your grasp on the expensive porcelain plate you were holding, you manage to save it from shattering on the floor in thousands of pieces.
Hoping to mask your fright with indignation, you angrily look up at Luke and are about to speak when he cuts across the room towards you, forcing you to retreat until your back hits the sink with a dull thump.
"Luke-", you start in surprise but he's quick to stun you into silence with how he leans forward to place his arms on either side of you, effectively caging you in.
Clearly pleased about having caught you so off guard he chuckles and tilts his head to get a better look at your facial expression.
"Playing hide and seek, little mouse?", Luke whispers close to your ear, his voice excitingly rough.
A shiver runs down your spine.
He's so close you can feel his hot breath on your face.
So easy; it'd be so easy to raise yourself on your toes and then- 
Your heart stops when he parts his sensual lips, your knees buckling beneath you.
Is this really happening? Will he-
"Come on.", he demands.
Taking your wrist he leads a bewildered you across the room, leaving you no choice but to quickly follow behind.
Before you have a chance to speak, to ask, to do anything, he stops and turns, swiftly pulling you closer.
It's quiet for a few seconds as his shockingly blue eyes bore into yours in a way that makes your poor heart stutter and your breath halt; then his gaze and grip soften.
And suddenly he seems upset, agitated.
"I missed your company tonight.", he says, speaking much gentler now. "I had hoped to spend more of it in your presence. With you."
"Oh..."
Your answer is more of a sigh than a word, really, but you are capable of nothing more.
This isn't what you expected.
Luke's hands are still holding on to you, before slowly, oh so slowly, they move to brush your hair aside.
Carefully he tucks it behind your ears and finally he's able to take a proper look at his gifts framing your face.
He smiles a sad smile.
"It's okay. There's just-", he sighs, needs to close his eyes, to gather himself, "there is something I still wish to do, before...before I can let you go."
"W-what...?"
It's like the time around you slows to a halt when he angles your face towards his and leans forward.
As his lips touch yours, light like a feather, barely even there, your questions dies in your throat.
And at last you spot the mistletoe directly above your heads.
The kiss doesn't last long, in fact it's over before it even started, before you can even think to close your eyes.
Yet he doesn't let go.
Breathing heavily he looks down at you like in a trance, like he can't believe what he just did.
His thumbs brush roughly over your cheeks again and again and you feel his other fingers flexing at the nape of your neck, holding on tight, like he's afraid you'll vanish if he isn't attentive enough.
"Merry Christmas."
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letsunity · 9 months
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With Thunder Comes Lightning
Summery: Peter and MJ tried again, but the spark wasn't there; they stay as friends to raise their soon-to-be daughter. Everything was going great until evil goop and a spooky vampire guy fall out of an orange portal. Little does Peter know that the biggest pain in his ass and future mutant best friend has landed right at his feet.
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Chapter 2 -  Never Left Behind
Peter crouched on the rooftop, scowling at the location where his friends and co-workers were killed.
The police were gone, finally.
He swung down, landing outside of the police tape barrier. Even in the dark, Peter could see the damage. The road, pavement, and even the walls of buildings were horrifically corroded.
Anybody that lived nearby was evacuated, and the smell alone was telling. Toxic fumes that would kill a regular person hung like menacing mistletoe.
Peter can see the outlines of what used to be his comrades.
"Was there anything I could've done for them?" Peter asked, knowing his new buddy was standing behind him.
"No. They died quicker than most, so that's a small mercy."
It didn't feel like it.
Miguel stalked past Peter, making no sound despite his size. He wandered around the crime scene, examining the spots where Peter's comrades used to be.
He saw the eye markings narrow intently, analysing everything. He watched Miguel pause at a single spot, prodding something.
Hopping over the tape, Peter joined his side, finding charred bone sticking from the concrete. It made him feel sick.
It was a femur, and the size betrayed that it was Luke Cage's bone.
Peter had to lift his mask, emptying his stomach. Seeing his friend reduced to that made him ill. Regret, grief and guilt swarmed Peter like locusts to an open field. Ten plagues danced throughout his soul, and come to the final wrath, was no lamb's blood on his door to save him from the inner pain.
Pain fused and interwoven with anger.
That fucking thing killed his friends, stripped them to the bone and ate them. It was Peter's fault, of course. If he just listened, he would've been irritating Murdock about something dumb and boring.
He won't get those fun team-ups anymore.
"You were close," Miguel stated, though no emotion was in his voice.
"Yeah, we were," Peter answered, feeling a hollowness start to claw in his chest. "He helped MJ and me move into our new place. Cage was a good man. All he did was help people; he didn't deserve to go like this."
"The greatest stars shine the brightest but are snuffed the fastest. It's a saying in Nueva York. The good fall and become the stairs for the wicked to climb higher."
"How can somebody be reduced to nothing but a step?"
"By something that never valued life in the first place. Life tends to be most valuable when it's already gone."
"What book did you get that from? Because damn."
"My mother."
"Must be a smart lady."
"She was. Better than I could ever be."
"I feel the same about Aunt May and Uncle Ben. It's hard comparing yourself to great people when you're a major fuckup."
He heard a gruff of agreement.
Aunt May was a pillar of Peter's life, his mother figure, a great woman he aspired to be like. While Uncle Ben gave him the "With great power, comes great responsibility", May was the one who taught him what that meant.
It would be helpful if she were here. She always knew what to do, but Peter was a bumbling mess.
How could he be a father when he causes the death of his friends?
"Parker!"
Peter swivelled to his teammate, watching as Miguel stalked towards an alleyway.
"You find something?"
"A trail. He might still be nearby."
Peter could avenge them. He could do something right.
That bastard was going to pay for what he did.
He stuck close to Miguel's side, trying to see what he did. The other Spider behaved like a hunter, tracking his prey, slowly reaching a warehouse.
It's surprising how many of those there are in New York.
"Do you smell that?" Miguel asked, lowering himself cautiously. "Unnatural decay is always a sign."
He nodded to rot in the concrete walls that shouldn't be there.
Klyntarus sucked life from everything, even if it were inanimate.
The duo snuck towards a window, peeking into the darkness within. It looked abandoned and derelict, but there was far too much inside for that to be. There are expensive crates of valuables.
Although the date stated it arrived only a few days ago, the wood of the crates looked like they were left to the elements for years.
Unnatural rot, a tell-tell trait of Klyntarus' presence.
Miguel held a finger to the window, a claw popping out of the finger pad. He jostled the lock and pushed the window up slowly.
"How do I get some of that in my suit?"
"They're not part of the suit."
"So, you've got actual claws?"
"You stick to walls; I get claws."
"You can't stick to walls? Dude, seriously?"
"Not the time, Parker."
"What else have you got? Or don't have?"
"Silencio!" Miguel hissed, "We don't want him to know we're here."
That made sense.
Peter was still curious, though. He recalled how Noir had more endurance, that Penni was quick, and Porker had "Hammerspace". Then there was Gwen, who had far more agility than the others and Miles could go invisible.
Do all Spider-people have something unique to them?
It felt like Peter only had extra weight. That sucked.
The warehouse stank of decay. There's a scorched trail on the floor and suspicious mounds of former people. The gang must've been trying to protect them.
Out of curiosity, Peter looked in one of the crates, finding several packaged gadgets. There are all kinds of Apple devices, some Windows, Samsung, Sony and more. It must be a warehouse for a supermarket or a store, maybe even a shopping mall.
He came here to fix that sphere thing, didn't he? Eat the people inside and use the technology to repair himself.
Peter started to shake, his Spider senses going haywire. He webbed to the ceiling, attaching to it, unable to stop the shivering. He couldn't turn his head when Miguel joined him, his claws deep into the wall.
Fear sang throughout his bones, a NASCAR race of terror screeching in his very atoms.
The image of his friends melting into ash clouded his vision, a fog that was so thick it clung to the back of his throat. The weight of guilt caused his grip to loosen, but Miguel caught him.
Feeling someone touch him managed to snap Peter out of being frozen, Miguel's arm tight around his waist.
His fellow Spider released his grip, landing on a high support beam. He attached to it instantly, his fingers gripping the metal so tight that it dented.
A door opened, giving Peter something to distract himself with. He watched as Black Cat stumbled into the warehouse, but his senses warned that it wasn't her.
Miguel gripped Peter's shoulder, keeping him from going to her.
"Lo siento..."
He didn't understand what that meant. He would find out, though.
Black Cat shivered, gripping her arms as slime leaked from her face. He could smell the burning flesh already.
The skin went first, then the fat, the fascia and the muscle; it melted away until there was only blackened bone. That, too, was destroyed, reduced to mere ash.
Fuck, not Felicia. She was finally getting her life together with her new wife.
The offending sludge that took his friend twisted and coiled, creating a humanoid-like body. The "scars", as Miguel called them, pulsed akin to a heartbeat; those red eyes locked onto an office room.
"I'll distract him. Destroy the stabiliser."
"And leave you to fight him alone? Daredevil, Cage, Jones, She-Hulk and Iron Fist didn't do squat together."
"You burn, I don't. Simple as that. Move fast and get this over with, Parker."
Before Peter could argue, Miguel jumped to the ground, alerting Klyntarus.
"Ahh, 2099, you still live," Klyntarus chuckled almost gleefully. "I'll admit, you hurt me badly. I'm proud."
Safe to say that Klyntarus is distracted.
Peter crawled on the ceiling, making his way towards the office. It looked rotten, more than the rest of the building, so he must be hunkered in there. As soon as Peter destroys that damn thing, they can burn the bastard.
"Shove it. You know what I'm here for."
"You don't have a Venom Burst, so that'll be mighty tough. And your fancy trinket is broken, so negative on the backup, not even that sassy little assistant. You're all alone, 2099. Just the way I like you."
Even in his injured state, he was taunting and acting like he wasn't in danger. Hopefully, he was so up his ass - or the Symbiote equivalent - he won't realise that Miguel's distracting him.
Peter's senses were on the fritz, panicking like a bucking rodeo horse. He had to focus, though. The sooner they break this bastard, the fewer people will die.
Klyntarus wandered away from the office-like part, the tail-like appendage dragging on the floor. He was giggling, fixated on Miguel.
"Just like Alchemex Tower; cuando huiste como el maldito cobarde que eres."
Peter lowered himself to the floor as carefully as possible, using all two decades of experience. When his feet touched the ground, he crept towards the office, the pungent smell staining his suit.
Thankfully, Klyntarus was too focused on Miguel to notice him. Occasionally, narcissists were much easier to fight than competent people.
The door was melted like ice cream on a hot day, nothing more than squishy splinters.
On a desk that was soon to crumble was the damned sphere he should've stamped on before.
"Ahhhh, memories. That was a grand day. For me, of course. How is my old stomping ground? Been a while since I last visited."
That's right, big guy. Keep him distracted.
"Nueva was never yours. Nothing of my or any other dimension is."
Peter cracked his knuckles, uncertain how he was going to destroy it. It's already damaged; the parts strewn about were signs of an attempted repair.
All Peter had to do was undo the repairs. That should be simple enough. Right?
He picked up a crowbar lodged in the wall, potentially from a worker fighting for their life.
"It's cute that you believe that. It was always mine and always will be, just like you. You belong to me, 2099. You'll realise that soon enough."
What did Klyntarus mean by that? His damned curiosity was starting to interfere with the objective.
"I promised to kill you. I don't break promises."
"Aww, but you do, don't you? You broke the one to your whore mother and mistake of a daughter - I know you'll taste even sweeter than she did!"
Oh, fuck.
Miguel had a kid. He was a dad like Peter would be, and Klyntarus took that from him.
That's what he meant - isn't it? When he said that Klyntarus made him Spiderman. He took Miguel's family.
"Estás muerto!"
"Only on the inside, little Border Rat! And like little Gabrielle," he taunted, cackling like the lunatic he was.
So not only is he a genocidal dimension eater but racist, too. Great. A cherry on top of the corrupted cupcake.
Peter struck the sphere with the crowbar, hitting it as hard as possible.
He heard a demonic, distorted screech of surprise and rage. The ground under him started to rumble violently. He saw a black and red mass racing towards the office through the window, barrelling like a bat out of hell.
Glowing orange webs wrapped around the parasite, pulling him back.
With each strike, Peter could feel the integrity weaken, and sparks started to fly. His spidey senses were on fire, writhing with panic and terror.
His tingles screamed, forcing him to jump and stick to the ceiling. A spear-like tendril shot through the window, glass falling like spilt glitter. It reared back and went for Peter, trying to impale him.
He hadn't let go of the stupid sphere, digging his fingers so hard into it that they were beginning to bleed through his suit.
Peter pounced out of the doorway, swinging to the rafters. A thick tendril went after him but couldn't even graze his suit.
The spikes on Miguel's forearms had fused into blades, slicing through like a hot knife to butter.
"I will kill everything you hold dear!" Klyntarus vowed, chasing after Peter with astonishing speed.
Miguel leapt onto Klyntarus' "face", starting to sink instantly. He clawed at Klyntarus' eyes, following them whenever they moved to escape his onslaught.
"Go, now!" Miguel yelled, his mask disappearing. "¡Rápido, rápido!" his eyes were almost glowing as red as Klyntarus'.
Peter kicked a skylight open and started running.
Get somewhere high and far, beat this blasted thing and save the day. And don't you dare die, big guy.
As much as Peter wanted to go somewhere and focus only on destroying the sphere, he couldn't leave his comrade behind. It wasn't right.
It wasn't right when Peter left Miles behind. He should've treated the kid better. He can't change that, but he can do better now.
Klyntarus wanted Miguel alone. Unfortunately for him, Peter wasn't going to allow that.
Peter hopped to a rooftop, looking for somewhere to hide the sphere. He didn't know if it had an actual name; it didn't matter.
He found an old pigeon hutch-house thingy, and although it's about as flimsy as wet paper, it's still better than nothing. He carefully placed the ominous orb inside, hoping he wouldn't be the only Spiderman again.
It's nice to have someone like you around, even if they're a little prickly.
Great. It's somewhere safe.
Roughly.
Peter hurried back, worried at what that crazy thing could've done by now. He felt terrible leaving his houseguest alone, especially with how twisted Klyntarus was.
The skies began to open, rain falling with haste.
He was worried about MJ. He learned how vindictive Klyntarus was; it put her in grave danger. Their unborn child was at risk.
He didn't listen and was paying the price for it. He still wasn't.
Miguel told him to go, and here he was, running straight back to a fight he couldn't win. It would be wrong to leave someone behind to a monster like that. How could Peter ever live with himself knowing he let somebody die?
It's painful enough with his friends, his old captain, his uncle, his aunt - his entire family except for his best friend and soon-to-be child. Not even Felicia was around anymore.
He missed the other spiders - Noir, Peni, Porker, Gwen, Miles; they showed him he wasn't alone.
They taught him that he could be a better man.
That kid saved Peter's life in more ways than one. He gave Peter hope for the future again. He got Peter to face his fear of parenthood and wanted Miles to be the baby's middle name - that kid was an inspiration.
What would Miles think if Peter was told to run and didn't go back to help somebody? The hypothetical disappointment was terrifying.
He had somebody else to add to the list of fellow spiders.
In a way, spider people are a unique species, close but different to humanity. It's so weird - since he got bitten, he felt like he was the last of his kind, only to find others.
Peter crouched atop the warehouse roof, hearing the wrathful shrieking of Klyntarus inside. His spidey senses were terrified, demanding that he flee and never return as Miguel ordered.
Narrowing his eyes, Peter looked through the broken window, searching for any dark blue.
"Where is it, you revolting abomination?!" Klyntarus roared, smashing everything inside the warehouse. "Where!?"
Finally, Peter spotted his teammate.
Klyntarus had him pinned to the wall, writhing darkness constricting around him.
"Debajo del sofá!"
"Oh, you think you're being cute!?" Klyntarus seethed, tightening his hold.
"Soy tan mono!"
Peter needed to learn Spanish immediately.
In a rage, Klyntarus threw Miguel into the other wall, then slammed him into the floor with a tendril. With the velocity, Peter knew that it hurt, but even so, the other Spider was making fun of the parasite.
Yep, he's a spider.
He waited with his web-shooter at the ready. As expected, Klyntarus threw the other Spider again, and Peter fired.
The web attached to Miguel's back, and Peter pulled, his spider senses panicking as Klyntarus shrieked again.
"I told you to run," Miguel hissed as Peter aimed for the nearest building. "Why'd you come back?"
"Never leave a spider behind, twinkle toes!" Peter stated, feeling the roof under them start to shake. "That's not good."
A black tendril shot from behind Peter, wrapping around his arm and pulling him down. Although Miguel went to grab him, he only succeeded in scratching Peter's hand.
Those claws hurt!
"You!" Klyntarus roared, engulfing much of Peter's body with his mass. It burned, regardless of his superhuman endurance. "I will make you watch as I destroy everything you love, Parker!"
"I think you're mad at me," Peter snarked, despite the intense weight starting to crush his body.
"I h-AHH!" Klyntarus yelped, those horrid eyes twisting to... Why is Miguel biting his body!? "How dare-no, fuck, no!"
Light blue was growing through the red scars, burning the blackness around them. It quickly reached the part holding Peter, loosening the ironclad grip.
Klyntarus had no choice but to break away from the afflicted part, dropping Peter. The hot ash clung to Peter's suit, quickly hardening in the cold rain falling on them.
He felt hands pulling him as a distorted roar echoed in Peter's ears and the sound of crumbling.
Though his spidey senses were in a panic, Peter struggled to move.
Everything went dark for what felt like a few seconds.
When consciousness returned, he wasn't in a warehouse anymore - or he was, and lay in what remained. He tried to move, but having several tonnes of concrete on you sucks.
Peter's chest hurt, his hand burned like fire, and everything was too dark. His head was thundering.
Peter grumbled, feeling that his leg was stuck. He can move a little, meaning he isn't fully submerged; that's nice.
His eyes blinked, adapting to the lack of light. He saw red eyes, bright and vibrant, but his spidey sense wasn't reacting.
Even so, Peter hit the light.
"¡Ay, coño!"
Oh, shit!
"Miguel?" Peter panted, realising the spooky scars weren't around.
"Hijo de puta, who else?" Miguel hissed, "Try not hitting me while I keep us from being crushed. ¿Te parece bien?"
Everything hurts, but they're still alive.
"The hell happened, man?"
"Caused the building to collapse. You were stuck to the floor, so... I improvised."
When Peter's eyes were fully adapted, he saw what Miguel meant. The man was singlehandedly keeping the building from turning Peter into a paste.
He had it all pushing on his back, but he remained unwavering.
"You could've run," Peter said, unsure why he said it.
"Never leave a spider behind. That's what you said, araña testaruda."
He did. It felt good having that stupidity repaid.
By working together, they managed to push the concrete away, revealing the frigid rain.
Peter's entire body hurt, and he expected his comrade to feel the same.
He wanted a warm bath, hot cocoa, and to listen to MJ's dumb puns. Instead of dad jokes, they had mom jokes.
"Buddy, you allergic to hot cocoa?"
"¿Qué? What, is that a fruit?"
"We've got a lot of things to cross off a list, my guy."
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A hot bath was more than warranted.
"My everything aches," Peter sighed, glancing at MJ as she brushed her teeth. "We made progress, at least."
"You two were pretty battered," MJ said, spitting minty spit foam into the sink. "Did you make progress against the evil goop or with Miguel?"
"Both."
"Hmm, there's a "but" in there."
"Miguel had a daughter. Klyntarus killed her. He taunted him about it." His best friend turned, sympathy and fear growing on her graceful features. "And he threatened us. I'm worried he'll come after you and our yet-to-be roommate."
It's an understandable fear, especially given what Klyntarus was.
He couldn't begin to know how Miguel felt. No wonder he was so furious with Peter.
Peter didn't even know the baby in MJ's organic oven, but he would die for them. He couldn't bare having that baby, and some sinister snot comes and takes them away forever.
"Do you think we should leave him alone for a bit?" she asked, wanting to be as accommodating as possible.
Her heart was even more gigantic than all forty-nine states combined.
On a side note, good for Hawaii for their independence.
"No," Peter answered, though he wasn't sure. "I think Klyntarus has kept him alone for long enough."
"I understand the holo-suit a lot more now. You don't need so much detergent to clean it. Also, I think he's allergic to that, too."
"We're gonna need a list."
"A lengthy one." Peter got up, cracking the aching bones in his back. With a sigh, MJ threw a towel into Peter's face. "I don't need to see your little Pete, and I doubt our guest does either."
"For the love of all that is holy, never call it that again."
"No promises."
Peter wrapped the towel around his waist, eager for some pop tarts.
MJ waved as Peter went to the kitchen, spotting their temporary housemate in the living room.
Although he'd like a nice snack, he wanted to see how his new buddy was doing.
He walked into the living room, amused that Miguel still had the sunglasses on.
"Concussion still there?"
"Photophobia," Miguel corrected, sounding tired. "Downside to perfect night vision."
"Do your eyes reflect?"
"Yeah. It's not great."
"And you've got fangs."
"I hate them."
"I think it's cool. You've got some venom that hurts him, too. Oh! Is that what a "Venom Burst" is? A bomb with your venom? That's cool."
Miguel grumbled, hiding his face in a pillow.
It's cool, though.
Where could Peter get fangs?
"Look, big guy, our door's open. We don't have a lock, but you get what I mean - I hope? If not, we're open to talk."
"About what?"
"How that motherfucker... I can only assume it's rough with MJ being pregnant."
"It was two years ago. That she..." he couldn't finish the sentence, but Peter knew what he meant.
Timewise, that would've made Miguel around twenty-five or twenty-four when she died.
"How old was she? If it's alright to ask."
"Eight."
"You were around seventeen or sixteen when you became a dad, huh?"
"How do you know that?"
"I have a thing with guessing people's ages. You look my age, but you're not."
"Well, fuck you too."
"I didn't mean it like that, big guy!" Peter said, quickly backtracking. "You've experienced a lot. That's what I meant."
"You could certainly say that. Is there a point to the inquiry? I'm tired. I don't want to talk about my dead family."
"Alright, let's have pop tarts and then sleep, possibly cry ourselves to sleep. Sound good?"
"Sure thing, little Pete."
That motherfucker has super hearing!?
While Peter should be mad, it's a little funny.
"Only if I get to call you little Miguel."
"Bite me."
"Is that an invitation or an insult?"
"Por el amor de Dios. I'll have something with cheese."
"Great, a toastie it is. I'll turn the lights down for you, big guy."
"Gracias."
He liked having Miguel here. The rapport was fun.
Special thanks to spider-the-bat for the borders!
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subtlehysteria · 2 years
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Sometimes it’s people, his important people. Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen feature at least once although there’s more of Han and Leia and the others. There’s a page for Biggs, made up constellations in the background, and there’s a double spread of an old Ben Kenobi and his younger counterpart smiling opposite him. There are quite a few of Grogu, of the child sleeping or playing in the garden. There’s one Luke is especially fond of with Grogu holding his favourite silver ball and smiling, his little beskar pendant he likes to teeth on hanging around his neck.
But of course, out of all of the pages that his notebook has to land open on it’s the drawings of Mando.
From my latest DinLuke fanfic The Weight of Words (click for better quality!)
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crazynerdandproud · 1 year
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I need more of Luke and or Leia time traveling to the TCW era and being menaces while also being wildly competent and extremely powerful in the force. Like by the jedi’s standards they are incredibly op. They might not be as powerful as Anakin but depending when they time travel they could either be two kids with massive potential and strength in the force all the way to the grandmaster of the Jedi order that the lost tribe of the sith are terrified of and not only a Jedi master, but a skilled politician who has been sneaking around and getting shit done since she was all of 15.
The point is, the Jedi counsel are tearing their hair out in frustration and confusion while two mystery Jedi who are scarily powerful in the force and (once again depending on how old they are, at least for Luke) both scarily competent. And they came out of nowhere and killed chancellor Palpatine who turned out to be a sith lord?! and then the woman convinced everyone that Bail Organa should be the new chancellor and then her and her brother kidnapped the chosen one and Senator Amidala for mandatory therapy and family bonding.
(In reality they just tell Padme they’re her kids from the future and she grabs Anakin and maybe Ahsoka and whisks off to an isolated part of Naboo where they can hash this all out.)
Ahsoka and Obi-wan go after them but it turns out to be a non-event and Anakin is very hesitantly like this is Ahsoka and Padme jumps in saying she’s like a little sister her and after Luke and Leia get done gaping wondering why they never heard of her Obi-wan starts to introduce himself but Luke is just like “Ben!” And gives him a hug, maybe dropping in a comment about how he has wanted to do that for ages but you can’t exactly touch a force ghost.
Or alternatively they tell no one who they are, and through a series of misunderstandings everyone thinks Luke is Anakin’s older brother who was taken from Shmi when he was really young but he was freed at some point as a teenager and adopted by Leia’s family. (Solo is a pretty common Corellian name and it is mentioned that Luke and Leia met when they were 17 or 18)
This assumption leads to a very awkward Luke who doesn’t know how to deal with Anakin thinking he’s his uncle and eagerly trying to bond. But it does give him a foot in the door to Anakin trusting him and talking to him about all this dark side stuff.
Or alternatively the solo/skywalker kids somehow end up in the past, coming from sometime during the Youzhan Vong war before Anakin (Solo) dies. And they are also strong in the force and for a bunch of kids they are once again scarily competent. (They did after all just come from one of the worst wars the galaxy had faced in a long time and so to them the clone wars, while diffucult could be a whole a worse.) And they just cause absolute mayhem.
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phoenixyfriend · 11 months
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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.)
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hollyleafheart · 1 month
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Anger issues
Danny Rand x fem!reader
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This is more like a vent for me but okay.
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You are Peter's little sister.
You always had anger issues.
It got worse when you lost your uncle Ben.
The small number of friends you had in your childhood fell apart when you exploded in rage during an argument with them.
You guys were yelling so the entire refectory was looking at you.
Your ''friends'' said cruel things before just leaving you alone at the table.
Peter, ofc, saw everything and walked to you to confort you.
You cried quietly on his chest that night.
After that day, half school knew you as "crazy" or "psycho" or something.
And people started to avoid you and some were really scared of you exloding on them or something.
Even Flash stoped intimidating Peter bc he didn't want trouble with you. (At least, a good thing)
It tormented your heart for all your school life.
So, since you started High School you never tried to make friends again.
The voice inside your head kept saying that you weren't worth a good friendship.
Your brother tried to introduce you to his friends, old and new, but you always denied.
And, after all, you both barely talked to each other since Ben died, so you were more lonely than ever.
Until the day Peter brought his friends Luke, Ava, Sam and Danny (aka Powerman, Whiter Tiger, Nova and Iron Fist) to stay at your house since their houses got destroyed by a fire.
Your aunt May ofc welcomed them with open arms in your house, while you just murmured a hello before going to your room.
You knew them from school, but you never really talked to them.
Well, not until now.
They were nice and friendly when interacting with you during meals.
Which honestly were the only moments you were with them.
You feared messing things up again. And this time you'd be risking your brother's friendship with them and with you too.
The first time you had a real talk with one of them was while you were washing the dishes after dinner.
Everyone was watching a movie in the living room and, despite them inviting you to join, you politelly denied and went to wash the dishes.
You were lost in your thoughts when a calm, male voice spoke behind you.
"Hi."
You jump scared and turned to see who sudenly appeared behind you.
It was Danny.
The controled guy of the group.
You had to admit you were kinda jealous of his capacity of staying calm even if the world around him was a chaos.
While you were just a pile of nerves.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's fine." You simply asnwered, not wanting to start a converstion while you had a fork in hands.
You turned back to your chore expecting him to just grab something he wanted and leave.
But then you heard his steps coming closer to you.
"Do you mind if I help?"
You looked at him and he had the most handsome smile on his face.
How could you say no to him?
You nodded and he started to dry and store the dishes you had already washed.
You both kept your work with a little comments about school or the weather.
When you finished you thanked him quickly and left the kitchen, missing the way he got when he noticed his time with you was over.
What you didn't know was that Danny had a tiny chush on you.
He thought you were beautiful and, by what Peter told him about you, he figured you were smart just like your brother.
Danny wanted to comunicate with you somehow in school but he didn't know how bc you were always closed to yourself and you didn't have any common friend.
I mean, there was Peter, but he knew your brother wouldn't be happy with introducing you to a guy who had a crush on you.
(Peter found out Danny liked you just because he heard him talking to Luke about it).
But when the team moved to Parker's house, it was the perfect excuse for him to talk to you. He was just giving you some time to get used to his presence and maybe be friends with you first, but you kept being distant.
So started making his moves.
You talked to him again a few days later when you were studying to a test you were having the next day.
It was math and it was killing you.
You could have asked Peter for help but that night he was out doing God knows what, as always.
You tried to search some videos on youtube about the subject you had to learn but nothing was helping.
For a moment you forgot somebody could be at home and yelled in frustation.
In sequence, you roughly threw your books off your table.
But you knew it wouldn't make you learn, so you allowed yourself to cry on the floor beside your fallen books. You brought your knees to your chest and hugged them, hiding your face between your arms.
A few seconds later you heard your door being open.
"Y/N? You okay?" You heard Danny's voice.
You couldn't stop your lip from trembling, so you just shaked your head. He slowly closed the door and sat beside you.
Noting your notes on top of the books on the ground, he saw you were studying... and appearly not going very well.
"Why is it happening?" You mumbled in your arms. "I try so hard, but it never works!"
He didn't say anything, just listened to your vent. You let all go out. You said what you wanted to say because in that moment you didn't care anymore.
Daniel didn't interrupt you.
He led you finish and gently passed an arm around your shoulders, not pushing any pressure so you could pull away if you wanted.
You leaned over on him and finally lifted your head to wipe away your tears.
"You know, I can help you with math if you want. I'm not a genius like Peter, but I'll do my best." He gently offered.
"Really?"
"Of course. Why not?"
That was not last time he helped you.
A few days later he offered you to spar with him because it would be a good way to vent anger.
To don't let suspicious that he was a superhero, he said it was just a routine thing.
And you believed bc he was using a tank top and you knew there was no way that muscles came from nowhere.
He teached you some moves and you had to admit it was really satisfying.
Since then you started to spar together, and with time you found other things you had in common.
You were afraid of saying this out loud, but you became friends.
And this leaded you to become closer of the others.
In less than a month you were friends with all of them and finally had people to sit with you at the lunch in the school.
Peter and May were happy you were finally coming out of your bubble.
You didn't lose your bad fame in school, but you didn't care at this point.
What mattered was that Danny and the others were there for you.
Wait... Why did you think of Danny separately of the others?
Part 2 here →
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palfriendpatine66 · 2 months
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hi ^-^!! aunt peru fanclub reporting to duty! I have a question, and I'm wondering if you've thoughts on this and would like to share:
in a world where obi-wan properly gets to know owen and beru and luke, when and how does it start? what would be their spark of connection, and what makes them stay?
Ahhh I’m going to be thinking of this all day! Thank you 💕
I really like the sort of canon ish idea that Obi-Wan has been keeping an eye out on the farm from day one. He keeps the tuskens and any bandits coming through away. He sneaks up and does repairs in the night. When there’s a drought he leaves extra water.
It drives Owen absolutely crazy. Not just because he can provide for his own family thank-you-very-much but he doesn’t want to risk any association with Obi-Wan. Not ever.
But I’d like to think that after the events of the Kenobi series he loosens up a little bit. Beru finds him patrolling and offers him water. Luke gets to know, just a little bit, crazy Ben who lives over that way - who is paranoid about strangers but nice enough and always lends a hand. When sandstorms tank the vaporators and Owen is worried how the farm will keep going he begrudgingly accept his help, although he grumbles under his breath and glares at Ben as they work and somehow interrupts anything he says unrelated to parts and brings it back to water taxes.
So when it comes time for A New Hope, there’s a baseline of trust there, at the least. After all, Luke’s always been told that if anything happens - if Tuskens come hunting, if his aunt and uncle disappear, if people show up asking questions that give Luke that bad feeling in his belly - go to Ben. Run to his little hut and hide there until things are safe. Everything will be ok.
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weixuldo · 1 year
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Unconditionally// Ch 19
Anakin x Reader
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(A/N: GUYS SCHOOL HAS BEEN SO BUSY OMG… thank you for being patient and i love u all :)
Graduation; A time to reflect and celebrate what you’ve accomplished
Warnings: phantom pains, cursing, anxiety, depiction of injury
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The warm sensation of the morning sun felt comfortable against your skin. You were standing outside with the other graduates waiting for the curators to put you in line for the ceremony.
After four hard years, your effort was finally coming to fruition. Even though it was around 8 am, you couldn’t contain your excitement. 
You walked around to converse with some of your classmates, stopping to take photos and help friends with their gowns. Today was your day, a day for celebration and recognition for all your hard work. 
Unfortunately, most of your immediate family was too busy to make the trip out to watch the ceremony, but they sent their love. You sent the rest of your invites to Ben, Ahsoka, and the Skywalkers. 
Ben and Ahsoka said they were coming, but Anakin never responded, which made you feel like the answer was “no”.
Luckily, Ben said he could bring the twins to see you though. Even though today was your day, you couldn’t help but anxiously await Ben’s “on the way” text. You just wanted to know they were coming.
Buzz. Buzz…Buzz. Buzz
Hmm, that's odd, he was just supposed to send you a text.
“Hello?” You answered cautiously.
“Hello, Y/N, I’m sorry to bother you so abruptly, but-” Ben was cut off by a pained groan.
“I’ll be right there Anakin, I just need to ask Y/N where they are,”  he said away from the phone, before talking to you once more.
“Do you know where the shrinkers are? I came to pick up the twins and I found him curled up in a ball from phantom pains. I’ll be over to the ceremony as quickly as I can.”
Your stomach dropped. A part of you wanted to feel selfishly upset that Anakin was having an episode on your day, but you knew he couldn’t help it. And your compassionate side took over, you wanted to go to him and comfort him.
you would if you could….
“I put them in the linen closet in his bathroom on the top left shelf. Is-Is he alright?”
You heard Ben rustling through the closet on the other end, “Ah, got them! He’ll will be alright, he always pulls through”.
You heard the coordinators calling everyone to line up, shit. You had to go.
“Ben they’re lining us up for the ceremony, I have to go” you said abruptly.
“Oh, my. I’ll be over quickly, I won’t miss it.  I promise” he said before the two of you hung up. 
As you stood in your line, you couldn’t help but worry,
were they going to make it here in time?
Was Anakin going to be ok?
You knew his pains were usually intense but you weren't there to help him this time.
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“F/N L/N” the announcer called, signaling for you to walk across the stage.
Happily, you received your diploma and shook the hands of the board members. The moment was brief, but it meant the world to you. Funny how the small piece of paper in a case could carry so much weight. 
Once you returned to your seat, you couldn’t stop looking at it for the rest of the ceremony… You earned it. You put your blood, sweat, and tears on the line and you did it. 
The rest of graduation was a blur, there were streamers, balloons, families rushing to see their graduates, it was chaos.
You walked from the center of the floor towards the stands to see if you could spot Ben and Ahsoka. The crowds of families made it difficult to see, so you were about to throw in the towel and call Ben.
Suddenly you heard two little voices shouting your name.
“Y/N, Y/N!” the twins dodged people as they ran towards you.
“Hi!” you smiled, opening your arms to receive their hugs.
Your gown was now opened to show the new white dress you bought for graduation and both of the kids hugged a side.
“You look so pretty!” Leia complimented.
“Congratulations!” smiled Luke.
“Aww thank you guys, but where’s your uncle Ben?” you asked as you looked the way they came from.
Thankfully you saw Ben and Ahsoka walking towards you with big smiles. 
“Hey guys! Thank you so much for coming” you smiled brightly, moving to hug them.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world” a familiar voice said.
You froze.
Ben stepped to the side to reveal Anakin. He looked exhausted, probably from the pains, but he was here… He was in pain but he still came…for you.
“A-Anakin?” you whispered, stunned he was here.
He offered you a small smile. He was wearing a nice suit and his hair was pushed back handsomely; he sported the bebionic arms and wore his legs, even though he was in his chair.
Maybe you were being influenced by the jovial atmosphere, but all of your concerns melted away and you swiftly caught him in a tight embrace.
He let out a surprised gasp before returning the gesture as best as he could. Before you pulled away he managed to sneak in a quick kiss on the cheek.
“I thought you were having pains-  You never responded to my message either…I didn’t think you were going to come” you said
“I was, well, am. But you are more important than any of that. I can suck it up if it means I get to support you and i wanted to surprise you”
There were too many emotions coursing through you, tears dared to fall. 
“Thank you, Anakin” you smiled, stopping yourself from getting caught up in emotions. 
You turned to Ben and Ahsoka and greeted them with a tight hug.
“Hey, Hey! Look who has their degree now!! Con-grad-ulations!” Ahsoka comically quipped.
“Congratulations, Y/N, we know you’ll do wonderfully” Ben smiled.
You were about to respond but you heard Anakin exhale painfully, he was still having the pains and the crowded environment probably wasn’t helping. 
“Oh, I think we should maybe head out, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable here” you said, motioning for everyone to follow you.
“No, Y/N, I’m fine. I don’t want to ruin anything. I’ll be ok, I can deal '' Anakin panted.
You shook your head, “Anakin, I want you to be comfortable, please just let me-”.
He gave you an endearing look and allowed you to push his chair. Within the sea of families it was hard to navigate a path wide enough of Anakin’s wheelchair and you could tell he was getting anxious. You took the twin’s hands and allowed Ben and Ahsoka to clear a makeshift path for all of you. 
Once you were finally out, you walked around to face him and took his face into your hands.
“It’s ok, Ani.”
His blue eyes shifted to meet yours and you could see his anxieties slowly melting away. He nodded to you before turning to look at Ben and Ahsoka. 
“So Y/N, today is all about you! Anything particular you want to do?”
“I honestly wouldn’t mind getting out of this gown, it’s pretty warm” You laughed as Ahsoka helped you take off the long black cloth. 
Anakin’s eyes widened when your white dress was revealed, you looked beautiful.
Without even trying, you were the most ethereal sight Anakin had set his weary eyes on in years.
For a split second he felt all of his pains cease.
He was consumed by you.
“Anakin?”
He blinked and shook himself from his trance, “yes, dear?”.
“Are you ok if we get lunch before going home? If not I can just get it delivered”.
He smiled, “Anything you want”.
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After lunch, the rest of the day was pretty relaxed. Everyone went home and you went back to Anakin’s. The twin’s had a playdate, so you and Anakin had a chance to take a refreshing nap. 
The soft comforter of Anakin’s bed engulfed you as you stretched out your muscles. You were so deep into your nap you didn’t even notice Anakin had left.
Rubbing your eyes, you scanned the room; by his bed stand you saw his legs propped up, they were most likely getting uncomfortable.
You yawned and pulled the covers back, it was probably time to go see what he was up to. You were only in your underwear so you grabbed one of his shirts to put on.
The cool floors made you shiver as you walked to the kitchen where he sat with a book propped up on the stand he recently bought. Once he heard your footsteps, he looked over to you.
“Hey, beautiful. Did you have a good nap?”
You yawned and nodded as you walked closer to him; though, you were perplexed… You hadn't forgotten what he had done, but you really did miss him. 
You still loved him and he obviously still cared for you; why else would he have come to the graduation if he was already having excruciating pains?
You stopped by his side and he looked up at you with bright eyes, before slightly nudging your arm with his head; almost as if he were testing how you would react to him.
A small smile graced your face and you gently brushed his cheek with your thumb, you were in love with this man.
“Whatcha up to, Ani?” 
You observed as his blue eyes flickered wider, just for a moment, at the use of his nickname.
“I was looking up some stuff, but now i’m reading”
You tilted your head in curiosity, “Looking up what?” you asked.
He reached for his phone and handed it to you to open. Your face was already in his phone you you just swiped it open. You were met with a very sleek and modernly designed page, it was a new five star restaurant that had recently opened in the city which was highly rated. Much too extravagant for a recent college grad.
“I wanted to take you out to celebrate, so I reserved us a table for tonight” 
You couldn’t believe he was able to even reserve a spot.
“This place has been completely booked up since it opened! How did you-”
“I have my ways, sweetheart. Plus its your special day” he smiled.
This was too much- but you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach. But before you could celebrate, you realized the reservation was for tonight and Anakin had a long day, especially from his pains. 
“Ani- I don’t wany to exhaust you, I know this morning was rough… are you sure?” you fretted, walking towards him.
He cast his gaze downward before a small smile graced his features and he looked back towards you.
“You really are amazing Y/n.”
“What?”
He wheeled himself closer to you and reached for your hand, though he could not feel it, he knew you would. 
“You are beautiful, smart, and kind- so kind.”
You began to blush.
“I would really like to take you out tonight…and i’m positive about that”
You smiled and bent down to hug your lover.
The two of you were healing.
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a/n:i have a few more chapters planned then an epilogue for this series, ty so much for bearing with all the long periods between the recent chapters- and i’m really sorry :(
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I have read the 1976 novel, originally titled: Star Wars: From the Adventures of Luke Skywalker, later retitled Star Wars: A New Hope, and I would like to share my favourite parts.
Note: I read the novel twice. So that I didn’t miss anything. But, also, because this is a library copy and I wanted to jot down my favourite parts so I could reread them after I return it, okay, let’s go-
First things first, Luke is the best.
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These are my favourite Luke things, I am begging you to click on them and read them, they are soooo good. Luke in general is a lot more likeable to me in the novel than in the film, if only because his weirdly whiny mood in the beginning makes much more sense because we have a bunch of scenes before Owen buys the droids.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Luke in all his various incarnations because I am, at my center, a massive nerd, but I like his characterization here. I also like that the novel tells us, “Yes, Luke has friends. No, most of them do not like him very much.” It implies (heavily) that the people he hangs out with have more money than he does, and he works a lot, and he has his head in the clouds, so they don’t quite get him. We have a scene of Biggs and Luke, and it is so sweet and cute and I love it so much. Biggs is like “Please stop trying to run into canyon walls.” And Luke just “Wow, you really have changed. You sound just like Uncle Owen.” And it’s affectionate riffing, but Luke, if two people are telling you, maybe you should, I dunno, listen??
I like that Han and Chewie basically took one look at Luke and were like “Yes, perfect, I love him.” Threepio and Artoo also have this. And Leia is immediately protective of him five minutes after his botched rescue. Even Obi-Wan is protective of him. The novel tries to tell us he is an average boy, but their definition of average and mine must be different. Something about Luke just inspires instant loyalty, it’s amazing.
I like Han in this a lot. He is just so… strangely optimistic. Also, he is overconfident and cocky and an asshole and I love him with all my tiny heart. Chewbacca is great too. He is so nervous, let him back on the ship, please.
Leia is great. She is a tiny little lady who is yelling at everyone, including the big scary Wookie (they spell Wookiee with one e in the book) and she kisses Luke twice and gets embarrassed about it both times (and there’s a weird scene where Luke sees a man and woman kissing, in the book’s own words, “passionately” and he basically thinks “they could have any relationship in the galaxy. Lovers, siblings, platonic. Who knows…” and I think about it a lot because do you guys passionately kiss your siblings? I am very concerned and confused and confounded, send help). Leia is very cute and very vicious and she’s basically perfect.
Now I wanna talk about Ben, because I love Ben. Every other person who sees him or senses him or hears thinks he is a hallucination. He goes onto the Death Star without even knowing Darth Vader is there, and his thought process is “Next step of the plan? Let’s see how much Luke and Solo fucked up, then we’ll think about the next step of the plan.” One of my favourite Ben moments is when he sees this big panic on the Death Star (caused by Luke and Han’s rescue of Leia) and he’s like “This couldn’t be for me, no way they would send all these people after me.” As though he has been seen a single time.
(Side note: my favourite thing is how they treat Leia, actually, because they surround her with multiple, armed guards and put her in giant cuffs and lock in a cell that is heavily guarded at all times. When there’s a disturbance in the cell block she’s in (they do NOT know she’s broken out yet, only that there is something happening near where she is being held captive), the whole ship goes on high alert. I know, intellectually, that it’s because they don’t want to risk losing her, but I like to think it’s also because she is very intimidating. She spit on Darth Vader. She straight up spit on him, and hit him! Who does that? I love her)
Ben is very cheerful for a man who has spent twenty years in a desert watching a kid from a distance. I like that he can do a krayt dragon call, which he does twice and tells Luke he’ll teach him how to do later. I like that he cuts two people in half and one guy’s arm off, all in one swing, because they made the fatal mistakes of 1.) looking away from Ben for a second, and 2.) they bullied Luke. Ben is so fond of Luke, it’s very sweet. I also like that he is trying very, very hard not to be so fond of Luke. It’s impossible, honestly, Luke is just too lovable, but Ben put up a good fight.
Ben being a general in a war only twenty years ago is kind of highlighted, if that’s the word I want. Like, he knows how to fix up R2 units so they can at least function, he knows how to work the computers on a war ship/station, he keeps up with Darth Vader when they fight; he just seems much more war general-y. He is also a huge goober and a nerd and I love him dearly.
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I like this scene, primarily because of Vader’s “Obi-Wan is here. Well, I only felt it for a second. Maybe he isn’t- the princess? Obi-Wan is here!” Also, “He is here” “Obi-Wan Kenobi???” Vader talks about Obi-Wan so much, methinks, they are just so used to it. Imagine their shock when it turned out Obi-Wan was here.
I am now going to give you a succinct guide on how to use the Force, as explained in the book.
Step 1. Zone out.
Step 2.
And yeah, now you can use the Force, congrats.
No but seriously, Luke using the Force is just Luke zoning out so hard he doesn’t even remember firing the proton torpedoes that blew up the Death Star. He’s over there like “I don’t have anymore proton torpedoes. And I am no longer in the trench. And the Death Star is blowing up. But, did I press the button to fire them? I don’t think I did…” This is so relatable. My guy, I used to go up on stage and perform band concerts in high school, or on the football field to perform in marching band, or I would do a presentation in class, and the second the activity was over and I was walking away, my memory of the activity would be gone. “Did I do that? I have my oboe/clarinet/papers in my hands, and everyone is cheering, and I am out of breath. But, did I do it?” Luke is super relatable, 10/10, they finally made a character for me-
Anyway, there are a lot of minor things that don’t line up with movie canon, but the book is so fun, I highly recommend you read it, if you find it. I love this book, I read it twice because I love it so much. Ask me for my favourite scenes, I have a list of them that is too long to put here if any of us ever want to see the post beneath this one.
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