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nwndrlndn · 8 months

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Falling Away With You

pairing : suitless!darth vader x f!reader, oc x f!reader | wc : 3.3k | 18+MINORS DNI

summary : he could only hold on for so long, and now he must let go

warnings : infidelity, public sex, cuckholding, breeding, some marking

a/n : this is a part three to to unintended and hate this and i'll love you. i think i rewrote this so many times. this is the final part, so i hope you like it <3

tags : @l3xiluve @luvvfromme @xsadbebe @projectdreamwalker @mashiromochi

“I think I’ve saved enough for us to take a trip. What do you think? We could go to the Lake Country and celebrate your first year back. Maybe we could even start to try-”

“That sounds wonderful, Gracies. We should plan it.”

Your disinterest was palpable and it left the Gras farmhouse feeling empty. It was a day of celebration when you returned suddenly last year, all in one piece, and your family was allowed to work their tea shop once more. Maybe Gracies should have questioned how fast you were to wish to get married, but he was so happy for your return. He tried and tried, in the 7 months you had now been married, to understand what changed, but he couldn't.

When he tried to get close and ask you about what happened in the year you were away, you iced him out. He couldn’t even get affection without practically begging you for it, begging you to show him love. And you would comply, but it was stiff. You weren’t the same and he had no idea how to mend what broke you. By the time he turned from the news, you were shutting the back door.

You had gone into the backyard of the Gras' family farm, craning your neck to look across the horizon to find him. As the sun sets, you finally see the figure you seek on a nearby cliff and you know who it is. The year you spent with him has taken a part of you both and connected you, in spite of the distance. You know why he is back, he will try to be patient and wait as long as he must to see you, in the background.

Lord Vader... I wanted you to kill her." Palpatine said quietly, leaving a long pause between his sentences. Vader's grip on you tightened again, and you felt him start to shake as his jaw clenched and his hand squeezed your shoulder.

Palpatine seemed to be waiting for Vader to act, the silence broken only by Vader's soft, hoarse breathing. After a few more moments of silence, Vader spoke at last, his voice breaking with emotion.

"Yes, my lord," he said, his expression as hard as stone.

You slowly realized that you must have been the subject of that test. Vader's eyes never left yours. Your heart sank, and your breathing was shallow, dread seeping in. Instinctively, you started to back away, but Vader’s grip on your arm was tight and stopped you from moving.

Vader's eyes were fixed directly on yours now, and the only sound in the room was his quiet breathing for what felt like an eternity. You could tell that whatever happened next depended on your reaction and your own fate. Vader's cold fingers were wrapped around your arm, and now he leaned down towards you until his face was just inches from yours.

"Tell me that you love me," he said quietly, his eyes wide and empty as he stared directly into yours, his breath warm and hot on your face.

“Please... Don’t do this,” you whispered, panicked. And Vader could sense it in the Force. Your fear, any other time would have been so sweet. But now, it could almost hurt him. Palpatine watched from behind, a smile on his face. You felt Vader's fingers start to move on your shoulder now, his grip tightening on your arm. His breath was fast and heavy.

Vader paused, and his eyes darted from yours to Palpatine, then back again. Then he looked at you again, and there was a strange sort of calm in his eyes that you had never seen before.

“Please, I love you,” you pleaded, desperately focused on saving yourself. Vader's face changed immediately, as if a switch had been flipped. His eyes widened, and his face seemed to soften.

"You see?" Palpatine asked Vader, "She loves you." Vader seemed to shake himself out of the moment, and a strange smile crossed his face.

"Yes, my lord," he said quietly, turning to you with a look you had never seen before on Vader's face. The adrenaline raced through your veins, and you became aware of the fact that you were hyperventilating. For how long? Who knew. Your eyes flitted between the two Sith, unable to run but confused by the lack of action.

Vader stood up straight, his body rigid as he took his hand away from your arm and turned to face Palpatine again. But he didn't leave, and he watched you with eyes that seemed to shine with genuine feeling.

You caught Palpatine's gaze for a moment. Palpatine's face was impassive, but you could see that he was staring at you with a strange intensity, as if he were trying to bore a hole in your head. Palpatine's smile widened once more as he gestured for Vader to follow him back out of the office.

You survived, but not without a threat. Palpatine wanted you dead, and in less than a month, you were returned to Karilinus and it was as if you were never on Mustafar. Smuggled away from the life you had come to know and a body double faked your death. At first when you returned home, it was as if Vader had never existed. Or if you had just had one long nightmare. No one spoke of it so you didn’t say anything. The longer you were away from Vader, the more you loved him.

Without another word, you head inside to find some shoes and a cloak, and Gracies notices that you are dressed and on your way out. He takes his eyes off the holovid and approaches you with some curiosity. You head for the back door, leaving Gracies confused and a little worried about where you are headed. In fact, he has half a mind to follow you but he knows he wont find out the truth until you tell him.

“I have something to do. I will be back soon, Gracies”

Gracies eyes you curiously and you see a little disappointment cross his face. He nods slightly and says "okay". He was losing you, worse than before. At least when no one knew where you were, he could believe that you still loved him. Then, you leave out the front door.

It takes ten minutes to get up the cliff but you hardly even notice. He returned for you again. That was all that mattered. He saved you, he would never hurt you, he was as much yours as you were his. As you approach Vader, you see him sitting on a rocky outcropping overlooking the farm, his face hidden by a dark cloak. As he senses you, he turns to face you, his face expressionless as always, but inside he is pleased to see you again.

“My love” You whisper, sitting next to him on the rock and his hands help you find stability, touching you like glass. Once you’ve settled in, Vader reaches over and takes your hand in his, running his finger over your skin. You feel his hand shake a little, in spite of not seeing his face, you know he missed you. He gazes out at the horizon and you gently lean against his shoulder shutting your eyes.

He wraps his arm around you and draws you closer. He looks out over the farm and a sadness crosses his face. He says nothing and just holds you to him as the sun sets in the distance.

“I miss you.” You whisper quietly, eyes averting from the sunset to how his left hand rests against his thigh.

Vader squeezes your hand and says "I have missed you as well". He continues to hold you close and you begin to feel him relax as he holds you.

“I have tried to move on like you told me to.”

Vader remains quiet for a moment. He runs his hand through your hair, turning his head to look at you. "You can try all you want, but it doesn't change what has happened between us."

“It doesn’t... Thats why I will always come back.”

Vader's hand moves to your face. He turns your head to look at him. He pulls down your hood and looks deep into your eyes. "Its good to see you again" he whispers. More like its good to see you haven’t changed, you are how he left you.

With a gentle hand, you reach forward to gently trace his jaw, taking in whatever form of affection you can without pushing too for, taking too much of what isn't yours anymore. His eyes shut, the touch warming him more than he’d like to admit. “Must we wait so long to see each other?”

Vader pulls you closer and kisses you passionately, the way he use to do when you were alone together. His body shakes, as if he has held inside this longing for you, but never knew when he would get to see you again. Your tongues meet in the kiss and Vader wraps his arms around you and lifts you onto his lap, your thighs resting on either side of him, the sun setting in the background. He holds you tight and the memory of the way he held you in the same situation the last time you met.

As you stop for breath, you linger close to his face and your hands gently cradle his face. “I love you.”

Vader looks into your eyes, his mind and his emotions battling inside him. Part of him wants to run off with you, but the rest knows that would destroy everything. Still, he cannot get enough of you, of this feeling of being close to you again and he kisses you passionately as he says "I love you... I always have and I always will."

As your kisses become more feverish, Vader’s hands hurriedly undo your clothes, before he stands with you in his arms. He finds a patch of grass and lays you against it and settles between your legs, trying to be careful but in his desperation he tugs at your clothes, ripping the seams slightly as he finally manages to strip you. Vader’s hips pressing against yours, his hands groping at whatever skin he can reach. He tries to be gentle but his fingers sometimes pinch and dig into your skin, urging out gasps and whines.

His kisses can bruise and he nips at your lips, he wants to leave you with a mark or a bruise, anything to show that you are not happy with your life now, the life you had so desperately wanted. One of love, family, a home, you can only imagine at his side.

Once he finally has you bared to him, he smiles. You had never seen him smile until he started these monthly visits. “So beautiful.” He murmurs, kissing his way down your chest, to your abdomen. Soft kisses and nips stop once he reaches your core and he lifts your legs onto his shoulders, lifting your hips to meet his mouth. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

For a moment, you're lost in thought about the situation you're in. Darth Vader, Imperial Enforcer and a man so willing to snap necks and torture people, is settled so peacefully between your legs. “Yes.” You finally get out. A passing cool breeze hitting your core, sending a shiver down your spine, and you pull him closer with your legs instinctively.

He smirks and begins to tongue your folds, his hands gripping your hips tightly to steady himself as he laps at your juices. He chuckles darkly as he tastes you. "You always taste so good." He growls into your thigh before looking up at you, his eyes fierce. "This is what you need, isn't it?"

Without waiting for your response, he thrusts his tongue deeper into you and begins to suck gently as he works his lips along your sensitive flesh. His free hand travels up your stomach only to reach between your legs and tease your clit, rubbing gently as he continues to devour your core.

Vader knows that he holds all the power in this situation and he intends to use it. His tongue thrusts and rubs, his lips sucking on your most sensitive spots as he drives you to the brink of insanity. His fingers circle your clit, teasing and tormenting it as he brings you closer and closer to your release.

His eyes are piercing as they search your face for any sign of pleasure or pain, of submission or rebellion. Vader needs to know he owns you completely, body and soul. He gently parts your folds, his fingers moving from where they circled your clit before dipping inside your wet pussy. You let out a moan, nails digging into his shoulders, but his

Vader smiles, his eyes filled with lust as he watches your face contort in pleasure. “That's it, just relax.” He slowly thrusts two fingers inside you, groaning softly as he feels your tight, hot walls gripping him. His fingers pump in and out of your core rhythmically, his thumb rubbing against your clit.

He continues fingering you, pushing against your G-spot as he teases your clit with his thumb. His other hand gently cups your breast, squeezing your nipple as he watches you squirm underneath him. His lips find yours, quieting your moans with hungry kisses his thumb brushing against your clit as he finds your sweet spot and pushes against it, his fingers curling inside you.

“Just let go.” He whispers against your lips. As you come undone, his hand covers your mouth and muffles your cries. Vader’s eyes are off of you, looking into the distance and as you come down from your high, you try to follow his gaze. Before you can see what caught his attention, his hand straightens your face to look at him. “What? Am I not pleasing you enough? Are you that bored?”

“I’m not bored, but-”

“Then you didn’t miss me enough.”

“I did-” You plead and Vader's eyes flash in satisfaction. He groans low in his throat before positioning his throbbing cock at your entrance and pushing in with a single powerful thrust. He hisses through his teeth as he buries himself deep within you, feeling your heat envelop him. His hands clutch your hips tightly, holding you in place as he begins to move.

"You feel so good," he pants, his eyes locked on yours. His thrusts are slow and deliberate, each one pushing deeper into you as he claims what is his. He wants this to last, wants to feel you squirming and begging for more. Vader's lips curl into a wicked smile as he leans down and bites your neck, hard enough to leave a mark but not break the skin. He knows how much this turns you on, the pain mixing with pleasure as he takes you to heights of ecstasy. His hips snap against yours, the sound of skin smacking against skin echoing around them. He wants to leave no doubt in anyone's mind that this is his and his alone.

“He isn’t as good is he? He cant fill you like I can.” Vader whispers, his hands tightly grabbing at your hips with enough force to bruise. His grip lightening slightly when he feels you try to grind back on him.

“No… I need you... He isn't as good as you.” You whisper back and Vader's eyes darken further at your words, his grip tightening around you. He kisses you fiercely, his tongue delving into your mouth as he thrusts deeper. His breathing becomes ragged as he feels himself nearing his peak, but he refuses to give in until he hears you beg for it.

"Say it," he growls against your lips. "Tell me you want me to cum inside you." He pulls back slightly to look into your eyes, his gaze boring into your soul. He needs to know that you truly belong to him, that there's no part of you that still belongs to that other man.

His hips snap forward, slamming into you hard as he drives himself deeper. His free hand cups your cheek, holding you in place as he takes what is his with brutal force. He wants this to hurt, wants you to feel the pain and pleasure of being his completely.

Vader's breathing becomes erratic as he feels his climax building within him. His cock throbs inside you, demanding release. He watches as your face contorts in a mix of pleasure and pain, knowing that this is what he was meant to do.

“Come inside of me.” Your fingers dig into his face, holding eye contact with him. “Give me a child. He will never know. He will think its his and you and I will know the truth, no one else has to know.” You beg desperately, afraid to lose him in your time apart.

Vader feels the last bits of resistance crumble under your words. His hips snap forward one last time, pushing himself as deep inside you as possible. His free hand slides down your stomach, tracing the contours of your body as he feels his release building. Vader’s hand circles your clit as he continues to thrust into you, working you through your second orgasm, and letting you cry out this time.

"Yes," he growls low in his throat. "My child." And with that, he lets go, pouring every ounce of his power into you as he comes inside you, his seed filling you up completely. He holds himself deep inside you for as long as he can, milking every last drop of his essence from his cock and into you. His body shudders violently as he comes, his powerful arms trembling with the effort. When he finally pulls out of you, he's panting heavily, his face a mask of satisfaction and relief.

He wipes the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and looks down at you, his eyes softening slightly. Slowly, he helps you dress and tucks himself away, before he lays you out on his cape. "Rest now," he murmurs, his voice hoarse from exertion. He gently wraps his arm around you and pulls you close, nuzzling his nose into your hair. For now, he's content to just hold you and savor the moment.

Vader watches you rest, cherishing the last little bit of time he has with you before you have to go back to your own lives. The sound of a shoe scuff against the ground makes his head go up instantly and Vader's eyes widen slightly at the sight of Gracies watching them from the shadows. He tenses up for a moment before forcing himself to relax again. He gently releases you from his embrace, before he stalks over to where Gracies is hiding, his boots crunching on the gravel beneath him.

For a moment, they stand there, staring each other down. He knows that Gracies is just a jealous fool who doesn't understand the depth of their bond. But he also knows that he must be careful. This encounter has only strengthened his resolve to keep you safe from harm, both physically and emotionally.

He leans down, his face mere inches from Gracies’. "Do not interfere with what is mine," he growls menacingly. His hand clenches into a fist, force choking Gracies enough to strike fear into his head, the power within him threatening to consume him. After another moment, he lets go and Gracies tries to choke out words, but his red face and bruised windpipe show his struggle. After a moment of trying, Gracies scrambles away, making his way away from the hill. Then, with a sigh of resignation, Vader turns and walks back to you.

As he approaches you, he wraps his cape around both of you, shielding you from the world. He pulls you close, his strong arms wrapped around your waist. For now, he will focus on you and imagine all the ways he will find a way to deal with Gracies once and for all.

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weixuldo · 4 months

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Allow me// ch 13

Vader x Reader

a/n: so this one is kinda short but is necessary for the plot!! we’ll have some vader and reader interactions in the next chapter!!! :) ty for the support!!!

Vader has been gone longer than anticipated…

warnings: cursing, angst, harm, body horror?, cannon typical violence

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You walked down the brightly lit corridor with a small transport droid behind you; it carried your tool bag and some parts that had to be specially ordered to fix one of the hyper speed engines.

Once you reached your destination you swiped your security badge and the deep belly of the ship opened its maw to you. The machinery and technology that allowed the vessel to operate was all at the tip of your fingers.

You had always wanted to come down here and surprisingly you hadn’t ever had a reason to, but before Vader left to meet with his master he noticed the engines had been running at lower parsecs than usual and asked you to take a look.

The Executor had been docked on Hoth so that you could inspect and repair the engines (otherwise you would be vaporized if you attempted to inspect them while they ran).

You had actually never been to the icy planet and were excited to see a few sights before going back into space. Vader told you that he would take you on a stroll when he got back- he knew how much you loved exploring new systems and biomes (a conversation of one of your many late night talks).

Hopefully the meeting between Vader and the Emperor went well and you could debrief with V later today.

Earlier you had seen Palpatine’s ship go off to another system, so that seemed to be a good sign.

Though, you hadn’t heard from Vader yet- but it was common for you not to hear from him until later in the day- especially when you had a demanding task; so you didn’t think much of it.

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Vader’s mind was consumed with painful memories and the anguish his body was currently feeling as he laid on the burning shores of Mustafar.

His prosthetic ports ached and the flames licking at the metal didn't help the surviving skin that surrounded them.

Half of him was just ready to give up- He had been in this same position before and chose to cling onto life, but what did that life provide him?

Days of pain and suffering in a suit that would be his coffin, mental anguish over the decisions he had made, manipulation from the man he was supposed to be working with… all he was here for was being a weapon of the empire. He didn’t matter.

All of this re-lived pain because he aided his dead wife’s handmaiden (who knew that he was Anakin and told him Padme’s last words were ”there’s still good in him”).

He didn’t know if there was still good in him- if everytime he attempted to prove his wife’s last words true, he got punished; how would he go on trying to be good?

But on the other hand; why live if there was no good in him- why bring more suffering into the galaxy?

In his moment of thought the bank of the river started sliding and he felt the heat intensifying by his legs. In defeat he closed his eyes; what else was there to live for?

The last time he was here, Padme was what kept him going. At the time he thought she was still alive and he needed her. He stayed alive for her, he dragged his mutilated body across the burning coals to get back to her.

He remembered the pain he felt when he found out she had passed… he would not survive news like that again…

In that instance a burst of color flooded the nothingness of his closed eyes; beautiful greens, blues, and purples.

Soon the colors started forming images, images of you. Your smile, your hair, the adorable look on your face when you finished a big project, the look you gave him before falling asleep curled up to his side.

You.

He needed to get back to you.

In his panicked state he pushed you far from his mind; never would he want to associate suffering with you. But now he understood, you were his motivation.

His pillar of light, his guiding hand.

His eyes shot open when realized that was a double edged sword; yes, you were his reason to live, but he also knew that his master loved to manipulate him… and he would spare no soul who would give him more power.

And now Vader wasn’t there to protect you.

As he slipped further down and the flames began to lick at his already burnt skin, his eyes widened and he gripped the gravely bank with all of his might. He was going to come home to you.

He needed to get back, he needed to make sure Palpatine didn’t do anything drastic (the emperor already intervened in his previous relationship and he would not let that happen again).

His desperation and worry soon became anger and pure rage- the thought of Palpatine laying a hand on you made Vader livid.

After he made his grueling crawl up the scolding shores he wasn’t even thinking about his recovery time and procedures he would need done once he got back; all he could think about was making sure you were safe.

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You usually at least saw Vader once a day, even if for only a short period of time, so you were rightfully anxious when you hadn’t seen him in almost 48 hours.

No matter how much you tried to ignore it you couldn't help but worry about him; the other night he told you he had to meet his master, most likely under unfavorable circumstances…

Would the emperor have done something to him? He couldn’t have, Vader was his strongest, right?

Plus Palpatine left the other day…

Your brows knit together as you tried to fall asleep; why were you so worried?

Vader was a grown man who was more than capable of taking care of himself. You just needed to stop being “worst-case scenario”-

Wait.

You sucked in a sharp breath when you realized that you couldn’t sense Vader’s force signature; the more you thought about it, you hadn’t felt it this whole time- you were too wrapped up in your work to notice.

But, again… He was perfectly equipped to handle himself…yeah- no need to worry.

No need.

…

…..

…….

As much as you wanted to believe what you were telling yourself, your gut told you something was wrong. And you’d be damned if you were just going to sit here and let that worry fester.

You knew the Emperor was scheduled to come back aboard tomorrow morning to oversee a transport. You could act dumb and attempt to coax information out of him; It was definitely a lofty and irrational idea, but what else was there to do?

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The air was thick with dread and tension as you slowly made your way up to the loading dock with your helper droid that carried your tools. You pretended to tinker with one of the ventilator shafts until Palpatine was within your view.

After a few shipments were packed and transported, you took a breath and headed towards the emperor.

Only a few steps away and his sickening yellow eyes landed on you; in a panic you bowed to him and rushed out an apology.

“Stand, my young friend” he spoke with a curious tone.

You did as the sith asked and allowed him to examine your features.

“What troubles you?” he asked, placing a wiry clawed hand on your back. You hold back a shiver.

“I am one of Lord Vader’s mechanic’s and I have not received another task from him in a few days. I have finished all of my pending duties and I worry the Lord will become angry if he returns and I have not accomplished anything further” you spoke formally and as if you had no idea where he had gone.

“I was debating whether or not to approach you. I know you are a very busy man, but I also know that you are my Lord’s superior, so you may have a more urgent task I can attend to- I would rather not putter around and waste the empire’s time”.

The hooded man smiled a toothy grin, “Ahh, young one- your ambition pleases me. I may have a task for you, but first what is the other question you wish to ask?”.

You did have another question, but you didn’t think you indicated that you had one.

“Oh, I was just wondering if you knew where my Lord went off to? It’s not like him to disappear without letting his staff know” (that wasn’t entirely true, but you might as well see what you can get out of the old man).

“I’m not sure where he’s gone off to, hopefully he will return to you soon. I can tell he means a great deal to you” the pale man creepily smiled before dismissing himself to attend to other matters.

Shit.

Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything.

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Vader groaned in pain as the mouse droid he just rewired began to fuse a random droid’s leg to his port; He needed to be able to walk somehow and this is the best he could do as of now.

He knew it was going to hurt like hell when he would eventually have to get it seared off (He wouldn’t be able to get his new prosthetics on without getting this replacement leg off.)

Once he was relatively put together he prepared himself to hoist himself up. He winced at the pressure of his weight on the unfamiliar legs, but nevertheless, he pressed on.

He made his way through the dingy compound, looking for ways out and back to you.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a low level bounty hunter. Did this fool really think he could take Vader?

Without any effort, Vader slammed the armed man against the opposite wall once he started to get too close.

If there was one, there were more, Vader needed to get out of here before a real threat came his way…

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kaminocasey · 1 year

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Do You Hear the People Sing Part 5

Summary: Fox tries to come to your rescue. Nell isn't who you think she is. Pairing: Commander Fox/F!Reader Warnings: Violence, explosions, angst WC: 2.2K A/N: BACK TO OUR REGULAR PROGRAMMING! Thanks for bearing with me as I finished up all those requests. I'm excited for you guys to read what happens in this fic next! <3

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“Hello, cyare.” Fox attempts a smile.

“Fox… What are you doing here?” You ask him, trying not to glance at Nell who’s standing on the other side of the door toward your hall closet, with her blaster trained on you.

Gripping your elbows tightly when you cross them, you try to keep your shaking hidden so Fox doesn’t notice and try to come in. Your heart clenches at the sight of him, though. It feels as if the universe is playing some sick game on you.

“I needed to see you… to explain.” He looks like he wants to reach out toward you.

“This… this isn’t a good time, Fox. I’m sorry.” You start to push the button to close the door but he reaches out toward you and you push his hand away as Nell starts to step toward you. “Go away.”

“What? After you come into my office today, you suddenly don’t want to speak to me?” He looks desperate to understand.

You shrug your shoulders. “I heard a woman’s voice and panicked… but I realize now how dumb I was and I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”

“You won’t even let me explain?” He searches your eyes.

“There’s nothing to explain. I understand you’ve moved on. I- I have too.” You lie.

“You have?” He murmurs.

You nod your head, just praying to the maker that he doesn’t see through your lie. He looks away for a second and you take that time to glance at Nell. She motions for you to get rid of him.

“I’ve got to go.” You slam the close button before he can say anything else, and the door slides shut.

Staring at the door a moment before acknowledging Nell, you attempt to gather your thoughts and then turn toward her.

“What’s the plan here, Nell? You gonna shoot me?” You ask her.

She raises the blaster toward your face. “This obviously wasn’t planned at all. I don’t want to shoot you.”

Think… Think… Fox used to tell you that if you ever found yourself in trouble, you should try to buy yourself more time. You look at Nell’s cup of tea on the counter.

“Listen… There's no reason that this needs to end badly, Nell. I understand why you did what you did. I do.” You start to subtly search with your eyes for your comm.

Where did you put it?

“We needed the Senate’s attention. You figured out how to get it. Do I agree with you? No. I’m sorry. I wish I did. If we use violence like that, we’re no better than the Republic using the clones as weapons.”

There it is. You see it across the room on the end table by the couch. Trying to keep Nell calm, you hand her the cup of tea and she reluctantly takes it as you lead her to the couch to sit.

You keep talking as you walk behind her, around the couch, stepping in front of the comm so that she doesn’t see it, and silently comm Fox, muting it so you can’t hear him, but he can hear you.

“Listen… Nell… You’re one of the best friends that I have… that bomb that you set off at the protest that day got everyone’s attention.” Fox listens to your voice, confused. “It got the Senate’s attention, it got the Jedi’s attention… It even got Palpatine’s attention. You should be proud of yourself.”

Nell… Your partner with the Clones Rights group… That explains why you were acting strange.

“Kriff… Kriff kriff kriff…” Fox rushes, hanging up to comm his brothers and General Skywalker.

He just hopes they’re not too late.

Nell listens to you as you continue to lie and feed her ego, just trying to keep her calm, buying yourself time until you can come up with a better plan or Fox shows up with backup. She seems to be calming down. She’s still holding the blaster as she sips the tea out of that silly fox mug that you got for Fox. You’re sort of glad that you didn’t throw it out or give it to Fox when he came for his stuff all those months ago. It’ll be a nice last reminder of him in case Nell does decide to shoot you.

Fox is standing outside of your apartment building when Thorn, Thire, Hound, and Stone show up with Anakin Skywalker and Ahsoka Tano.

“What’s the situation, Commander?” Anakin asks, looking up at the building.

Fox explains what he heard through the comm, about Nell and the bomb. He tries to keep the panic out of his voice so that the general doesn’t have anything to use against him if he suspects Fox’s involvement with you.

“And just how does this girl have your comm channel, Commander?” Anakin asks Fox with a quirked eyebrow, clearly amused.

“Uh. Well, you see, sir… She kept getting arrested and I was tired of… doing paperwork so I told her if she needed help…” Fox starts rambling, clearly terrible at trying to lie.

He doesn’t even have to look at his brothers to know they’re definitely going to give him shit at some point after this is all over. They all look pretty serious currently, staring up at the building and then waiting for General Skywalker’s command. He forgot how much they cared for you. Thorn is your best friend. He should thank Thorn later for taking care of you while he was being stupid the last six months…

All this time… wasted… time he could have spent protecting you from this sort of thing happening. He owes you the biggest apology of a lifetime. He just hopes he gets the chance to apologize.

“Ahsoka and I will rush the bomber. Commander Fox- you and your men just make sure that your riduur gets out safe.” Skywalker winks at Fox. “I assume you know which apartment is hers?”

Fox doesn’t have time to play stupid, because he nods and follows General Skywalker’s lead up the stairs to your apartment, leading him to your door.

“You’re lucky you fell out of love with Fox when you did.” Nell tells you.

“I never stopped loving him.” You correct her.

She stares at you for a moment, a little shocked that you corrected a person holding a blaster toward you. You shrug. There’s no point in denying it. You love Fox more than anything in the entire galaxy. Broken up or not broken up, nothing would change that.

“I don’t think it’s possible for me to stop loving him.” You tell her, tears suddenly springing to your eyes.

All these months, wasted, when you could have been together. And now… death is staring you in the face and you didn’t even get to tell him you loved him one last time. Maker, how stupid you’ve been. If perhaps you’d just listened to Fox when he begged you to stop all of this… you wouldn’t be in this situation.

“What Fox and I had… was beautiful… Maybe we’ll be lucky to find each other again in another life.” You look at Nell, fully, in the face. “One where maybe he’s free from the Republic and I’m not stupid and I listen to him the first time.”

Nell puts the tea cup down on your caf table and then stares at you for a long moment. She seems like she wants to reach out toward you, but you just stare right back. She’s going to do what she wants to do.

She stands up. “I’m going to leave Coruscant… start over… your speech about another life has me thinking… maybe there’s more to life out there in the galaxy.” She tucks the blaster back in her pants and you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you’d been holding. “If you don’t come looking for me… maybe we can let this all go?”

You nod and then she nods, heading for the door, which all of a sudden opens forcefully that only a Jedi could have done. You and Nell both glance at the door in time to see Anakin Skywalker and Ahsoka Tano rush in, pushing Nell to the ground.

She stares at you, wide eyed and shocked. “You tricked me.”

“I’m sorry.” You murmur.

Fox rushes in immediately, toward you and you let out a soft whimper as he pulls you into his arms, not even caring that a Jedi general of the clone army is in the same room.

“I’m so sorry-” You both rush out.

“No, cyare… I’m so sorry… I should have been here to protect you.” He cups your face so that he can look you in the eyes.

“You’re going to regret this.” Nell glares at you.

“That’s enough.” General Skywalker warns her, his voice going dark.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think Skywalker had a little dark side to him. You don’t have time to dwell on it because Fox pulls your face toward his so you don’t have to watch them take Nell away.

Fox’s fingers caress your cheeks and you can’t stop staring up into those familiar brown eyes that you missed more than anything.

“We’ll just go then…” Thire starts to push the other guards out.

Thorn takes off his helmet and pats you on the back. “I’m so glad you’re alright.”

“Me too.” You breathe. “Thanks for being there for me.”

“Anytime.” He smiles.

Thorn then pats Fox on the back with a nod. “See you later, vod.”

Fox nods back before Thorn leaves your apartment. When the door shuts, you look up at Fox again, just glad that you get to be near him again.

“I love you, you know. I never stopped.” You tell him.

“Neither did I.” He promises you, pulling you into his arms.

“But, that senator…” You murmur, running your hands up the cool plastoid.

“Just a friend who hates Palpatine as much as we do.” He smiles, softly.

You nod, trusting him. He rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes, breathing you in.

“I missed you so much.” Your voice breaks and he crushes his lips to yours.

Finally.

You run your hands up the plastoid armor until you reach his curls, curling your fingers through them. He sighs into the kiss, his lips slightly trembling like he may cry. Pulling away only slightly, to make sure he’s alright, he’s looking down at you sadly, tears in his eyes.

“What is it?” You whisper.

“I’m just so angry with myself…” He whispers back. “I should have been here… I could have stopped it…”

“Fox… let’s not do this right now.” You murmur. “Let’s just be here. We’re both okay. We’ve been apart long enough… I promise you, this wasn’t your fault. Let’s just be together and then we can figure out the rest, alright?”

“You’re right…” He nods, smiling down at you, starting to lean in to kiss you again.

A knock on the door tears you apart again. With a groan, you pull away.

“Don’t go anywhere.” You smile at Fox.

“Never again.” He promises you.

Dragging yourself away from Fox, you answer the door, finding a panting Thorn and Stone, trying to catch their breath. Stomach in knots, you quickly glance over to Fox.

“What is it?” Fox is instantly at your side.

Thorn and Stone glance at each other, clearly not wanting to be the one to deliver what is obviously not good news.

“I’d rather not ask again.” Fox steps in front of you, protectively.

“Nell escaped…” Thorn’s eyes shoot to you.

“How is that possible? General Skywalker and Commander Tano had her.” Fox asks them.

“She was with a Sith.” Stone tells Fox.

“A Sith?” You ask, confused and Stone and Thorn nod.

It’s becoming more and more clear that you truly did not know Nell at all. Your friend turned out to be a terrorist and now, a Sith sympathizer? You think back to her threat before Skywalker took her away.

You’re going to regret this…

Her words ring loudly in your head and as if you and Fox never spent all that time apart, Fox reads your face and tucks you into his side.

“You two are to stand outside her door. I want a constant watch right here. No one comes in and no one goes out unless it’s run by me. Is that clear?” Fox switches into his authoritative voice and under normal circumstances, you’d be turned on by it.

Right now, you’re actually a little afraid. You’d heard how awful the Sith were if you stood in their way. With no hesitance, Thorn and Stone nod and Fox gives you a reassuring squeeze before stepping away to speak into his comm.

“Don’t you worry. We deal with this shit all the time.” Stone nods to you, trying to reassure you.

“You know, when we’re not arresting you.” Thorn teases you, trying to lighten the mood, which you appreciate.

You give him a small smile and lean against the armrest of your couch. Fox looks up, startled, all of sudden. Before you can ask him what’s wrong, there’s a loud ‘BOOM’, and you’re thrown against the wall unexpectedly. As you start to lose consciousness, you think you see someone in a speeder outside where your balcony used to be, wielding a red lightsaber.

Then, everything goes dark.

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darkisrising · 2 years

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Prom!Steddie fic...

I’m drunk and writing things I shouldn’t while ignoring the things that need doing so... here. Have a snippet from a potential Stranger Things WIP end game Steddie fic...

Prom!Steddie

There’s not much left to the town of Hawkins by the time prom rolls around, but the Hawkins High School Alumni Association—or whatever is left of them—aren’t about to let losing an eighth of the town to landslides and three-fifths of the town’s population to that first, panicked, mass exodus stop them.

They are a legion of former cheer captains and popular girls, and even if they’ve long since traded their Lip Smackers for Virginia Slims, they still have school spirit dammit and they will not let themselves be cowed by a silly little apocalypse.

It’s kind of inspiring, actually, or at least that’s what Eddie tells himself when he first spots the flyers papered around the school announcing the prom’s theme (When You Wish Upon A Star) and feels something stirring in the pit of his belly close to where he’d been gored by a flock of hell bats not too long ago.

“Indigestion,” Dustin says over lunch when Eddie admits as much to him over a course of fine dining that consists of mainly liquids (for Eddie, still dealing with a perforated…everything) and meatloaf (for the other kids, which is a solid brick of mystery meat direct from the lunch lady’s carnival of horrors, aka the deep freezer, but it might as well be a filet mignon for how badly Eddie is eyeing it after being off solids for so long). “That’s what that feeling is. It has to be.”

“Perhaps, my young apprentice,” Eddie says in his best Emperor Palpatine voice as he fiddles with the straw in his box of apple juice.

Dustin shakes his head and the hair he’s been growing out since they’d made it back from the Upside Down gives a little flounce around his shoulders. “Come on, man. No way you’re feeling some kind of school pride this late in the game.”

“Yeah,” Sinclair agrees from across the sticky laminate. “Seems suspicious you want to start being Mr School Spirit after everything that’s happened. And, anyway, you could have gone to a million proms by now. Haven’t you been a senior for like twenty years?”

“Two,” Eddie corrects, affecting an air of being more miffed than he actually feels. Honestly, after everything he and the kids have been through, he’s not sure he could ever really be mad at them, though it sure doesn’t stop any of them from testing him on that on a daily basis. “Besides, it’s not school pride or spirit. It’s, I dunno, nostalgia.”

“Nostalgia?” Will repeats with a raising of his eyebrows, his brown eyes giant in his pale, pale face. “Don’t you have to be gone to actually miss a place?”

“Fine.” Eddie grows his hands up with theatrical flare and it only makes his innards ache a little. “Early onset nostalgia. I’m pre-gaming nostalgia. What does it even matter? So I want to go to prom. Big deal. Anyway, it probably won’t happen. Not like I could get a date. Not when everyone here still avoids me like the plague.”

And that’s even after Hopper went the extra mile, doing all those television appearances and profiles and the infamous 60 Minutes interview in his newly re-acquired chief of police duds to try to work some folksie, small-town-hero-recently-back-from-the-missing-and-presumed-dead magic to clear Edward J. Munson’s name.

For all the good that did.

Though Dustin did manage to tape a few on his VCR and Hopper’s squirming discomfort as Diane Sawyer pokes and prods to get to the truth behind the Hawkins Hellfire Cult is a thing of beauty that they still regularly roll out to watch along with bowls of popcorn and Mrs. Byer’s collection of quilts on otherwise quiet Friday nights.

Eddie squeezes his juice box with a satisfying crush of cardboard, opening his mouth to catch the stream that spurts out with a practiced slurp. He’s quickly hit with a sugar rush that doesn’t really detract from the way his eyes rove around the lunch room, haunted and hungry.

He knows it’s a long shot to believe he could ever find a date to the prom. An even longer shot to believe he’d be welcomed at the door with open arms rather than by a couple of Christ-loving yahoos who would rather string him to the back of their pick up and drag him through the corn than admit that maybe the kid with the long hair and love of death metal and tattoos isn’t actually Satan’s love child with Elvira, Mistress of the Dark.

Still, maybe it could have been okay to dress up and hold someone close and dance beneath the crepe paper ceiling under the slow turn of a disco ball. Or something, not that he’s given it all that much thought or anything.

It’s fine. It’s whatever. Eddie doesn’t need to go.

He’ll live.

#stranger things #steddie #darkisrising fic

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thewriterowl · 2 years

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A lot of people think that Luke Skywalker is a cinnamon bun and is actually really a cinnamon bun, but I want to speculate a bit. I think this is not so, because he actually looks like a cinnamon bun, but if you take the wrong step towards him, or even worse, start threatening his loved ones, he will kill in cold blood without blinking an eye and won’t even remember you in a couple of minutes . Because he went through the war, he did not have time to leave his farm and after a couple of hours he blew up the whole battle station, and I'm sure if some Imperial could get through to him and ask him not to blow up the death star, he would simply answer "you the first ones started, if not now, then you will continue to kill, sorry", he gives an account of his actions, he understands that he is the son of Darth Vader and probably all the same the son is a bit like his father. It's just that his murders are not committed without any meaning and purpose, like his father, no, he is not like Vader, he will never cause even the slightest harm to an innocent person, on the contrary, he will easily give his life if necessary. But if you go against him, then it will turn out to be a fatal mistake for you, because in most cases, Luke will simply not stand on ceremony with you and you will die.

And by the way, Din thinks it's a very sexy bonus, why it's good to be married to Luke Skywalker, because in Mandalorian culture, the main thing is to protect your spouse, but Din can't help but go crazy that his short husband is so cute, just a cupcake with sugar, but when others see him, they see Luke's not-so-cute side and it's so scary that they even try to kill themselves just to avoid falling into his hands (reference to Gideon)

The thing I love about Luke is that he is both. he looks like a cinnamon roll and is a cinnamon roll...who also happens to be able to kill you.

He is a legend. A myth. A nightmare to many, even on his side. He is a literal one-man army and (especially within Legends) seems to be just shy of being an actual god. He is protective, precise, composed, and firm when he needs to be. The man is a killer and one you do not ever want to meet if you are on the wrong side. At least, you can take comfort that he will make it mercifully swift..despite having all the power to make it not so.

It's that big thing about Luke for me. He is naturally a good person, yes, like he is a ball of sunshine and a sweetheart on his own...but he makes so many conscious choices to be a good person. He could do so much damage, ruin so many lives, he could be worse than Palpatine and succeed where he failed...but doesn't. He doesn't want to. And even if he feels the temptation of the Dark side, he chooses to not embrace it and continue to be in the Light.

Do I make him sometimes too squishy? Yeah, it's fanfiction and fun and I will continue to do so. But he is a sweetheart and super kind--it is one massive reason his character failed in the sequels because they lost that essences of who Luke is and the choices he has made all his life. Luke, without a doubt (has done so many times and will continue to do so) will always choose to be kind over any power.

Just so happens, he has both and can kick ass while also being Baby(Tm)

But yeah, his dynamic of being a terrifying warrior to lead Moff Gideon going panicked mode after two seasons of being a calm, calculating ass and ready to off-himself at the mere idea of facing Luke (despite the fact Luke wasn't interested in him at all) shows a lot of what the Empire sees in him.

He is the man who destroyed their own god, after all.

So yeah, that would be hella hot to Mandalorians.

#owl inbox #luke skywalker #dinluke

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thechaoticfanartist · 10 months

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“These were removed from both clone troopers,” Shaak Ti explained, showing Palpatine the chips, she was about to hand them to him, when suddenly Grim snatched them from her hands. “Padawan!” She exclaimed.

“No,” said Grim, shaking her head. She seemed frantic. “No,” she repeated again. She wasn’t sure what exactly she was saying no to. She just couldn’t let Palpatine have his hands on the one thing she had that could save the Jedi.

“Padawan Kennet, please pass those to me,” the Chancellor told her.

“No,” Grim said again - this time she knew why. “No. These need to go to the Jedi Council, not you.”

“Grim, the Chancellor-” Shaak Ti started.

“I don’t care!” said Grim, cutting her off. “Master Ti, you have to trust me.”

“Grim…” Shaak Ti started again.

She held the chips close to her chest. She wasn’t sure what she was doing. Was she going to run off to the Temple? Master Ti was on the Council, surely she would understand. Grim wasn’t sure, she was panicking. She just couldn’t let Palpatine have the chips.

“Padawan Kennet, I need you to hand me those. I promise they will be in good care,” the Chancellor told her. Was he trying to calm her down? Was that supposed to comfort her?

Grim only felt the panic rise in her more. “No,” she said again. “No.” She shook her head frantically. “No.” Her entire mind was screaming.

“Young Jedi, I promise you-” he started to say again. Another lie to keep up appearances. Did he think he could actually fool her because of her vulnerable state?

If he did, he was wrong. She was stepping further back. She tripped over something and fell on the floor. She dropped the chips. She looked at Palpatine with eyes full of fear. A memory flashed in the back of her mind.

Grim stumbled over some furniture (she swore that it wasn’t there before,) and landed on the ground, dropping her lightsaber.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Sidious told her, his lightsaber pointed at her neck.

She felt like she was going to be sick. She tried to tell herself that he couldn’t do anything to her. Both of them were protected by the fact that other people were around. While that gave her very little options to resist him, it also meant he couldn’t harm her. The two of them were at a stalemate.

Palpatine picked up the chips. With his free hand he offered to help the Padawan back up. Grim stared at it as if Force Lightning would come out. She knew logically he couldn’t attack her. But the fear hadn’t gone away yet. Part of her mind had become trapped in her previous fights with the Sith. Which had locked her into fight or flight.

Grim took a deep breath. He can’t hurt me. If I can’t hurt him, he can’t hurt me. I’m safe right now. As long as other people are around neither of us can do anything. She reminded herself. Reluctantly she accepted his help.

“I am terribly sorry that I frightened you,” he told her, sounding genuinely apologetic and concerned. It would have almost fooled her.

She nodded her head in acknowledgement. She felt as if she had been in battle and needed to catch her breath. She couldn’t let her guard down though.

- The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim, Part III: The Rain, Chapter 29: The Final Chance

#fic: the clone wars gets a new victim #tcwganv snippets #grim kennet #grim vs palpatine #grim and shaak ti #I've just been having thoughts about this scene recently

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OC CREATOR EXCHANGE BINGO - Secret Identity/Disguises (Luke Skywalker x Jana Palpatine)

Thanks to @come-along-pond for doing the marking out and helping with some of the fic!

Something was off with Luke since the events at Cloud City. It was almost expected, given everything that happened. Han being taken, the fight with Darth Vader himself… losing both his hand and his only remaining tie to his long dead father. But this went beyond those.

Luke was isolating himself from everyone. Leia, Red Squadron, Chewie, R2, Threepio… her. It was enough that others had commented on it and Leia had even asked Jana point blank to talk to Luke. Why the other woman thought Jana could get through when no one else had was a mystery. Well, not so much… they were definitely more than friends at this point but what, Jana couldn't define.

So Jana found herself in the base's hanger - a place she never really frequented. Sure enough, when she got close enough to Red Five, she heard the sounds of tinkering. She waited for a pause before clearing her throat.

“Luke?”

A blonde head poked out from under the X-Wing. For a moment, she saw a glimpse of the bright eyed farm boy she had first met, before it was replaced by the same masked look he had taken to wearing - an attempt at being cheerful that didn't quite meet his eyes.

“Jana! Do you or Leia need something?”

“Can we talk? Somewhere… more private?” Whatever was going on with Luke, she knew it wouldn't be something he would want overheard. If he even opened up to her, that was.

“Yeah! Give me a moment to put my tools away.” Climbing out from beneath the X-Wing, Jana got her first good look at Luke - and she could tell what was bothering him was affecting other than just socially. It wasn't obvious but she could definitely tell he hadn't been sleeping.

As they walked back to Luke's quarters (private, of course; perks of being the Rebellion's poster boy and a commander, Jana supposed) the duo engaged in some small talk.

When the door had swooshed shut behind them, Jana declined the offer to sit on the cot. She tried to come up with the best way to confront Luke without outright confronting him, only for him to let out a soft sigh.

“Leia put you up to this, didn’t she?” He softly asked.

“We’re all worried about you. We care, Luke - whatever happened, whatever you’re going through: let us try to help,” she replied.

“I don’t want to stress any of you out more than you already are - besides, I’m… dealing with it. I promise.”

“Bantha shit. You aren’t sleeping. You’re probably also barely eating.” Bluntness, it seemed, was going to be the course of action. “You can tell me anything - or, if not me, Leia. Artoo, Threepio, Chewie… just talk to someone about what’s bothering you.” The last bit came out as a soft plea.

Even without her Force sensitivity on tight lockdown, Jana could see the conflict playing out on Luke’s face and knew what his decision was before he even spoke. Stepping around her, the young man engaged the lock mechanism on the door.

“I don’t want you to look at me differently, or treat me any different,” he began.

Jana had to hold in a huff. “Luke, you could be the secret child of some Imperial - ” Originally, she had been meaning to make a light poke at her own secret, but the barely perceptible flinch Luke gave at her attempt at humor cut her off.

“I promise I didn’t know - or, or that this is somehow going to affect my loyalty to the Rebellion - ” Luke rushed out, radiating panicked energy. It seemed now that this big secret was out, everything was spilling out, because it took Jana a couple seconds to process what he said next. “I wanted it to be a lie - but the Force said it wasn’t, and it doesn’t lie, and who would want to be related to Darth Vader anyway - ”

She blinked, feeling her world tilt slightly. “You’re… related to Darth Vader?”

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Luke gave the smallest of nods in confirmation.

And Jana really had to hold back a hysterical laugh. What were the odds? The son of Darth Vader - Right Hand of the Galactic Empire - and the daughter of Emperor Palpatine - Emperor of the Galactic Empire - meeting and becoming friends, much less whatever more-than-friends-thing they had?

Quickly she realized Luke was waiting on pins and needles for her response, including feeling around in the Force to know what she was truly feeling.

So she took a leap of faith and carefully unfurled her presence in the Force, both feeling and seeing the stunned look on Luke’s face. She knew this was probably the last conversation they would ever have - but she knew she had to do something for the young man to put him at ease.

Not sure how to put it into words, she showed Luke her memories from childhood - including the first time she had ever met the Emperor.

“Oh.”

All Jana can feel from Luke is shock, and she feels her heart begin to sink. Rapidly, she tightly coiled her Force presence around herself and headed for the door, fumbling slightly with the lock.

“I could care less about who your parents are, Luke - to me, you're still the same man I met back on Yavin IV,” she softly says as the door swooshes open.

Before she could leave, a hand gently encircled her elbow.

“The same goes for me, Jana,” Luke said in an equally soft voice.

The hand on her elbow was the only thing keeping her upright as she registered his words.

With the same gentleness, she felt his arms wrap around her into a hug, and she melted into it.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice shaky from her relief.

“No, thank you. For trusting me.”

#oc exchange bingo #oc creator exchange #fyeahstarwarsocs #ocappreciationtag #star wars oc #ocs deserve better #*mine #oc: jana palpatine #ship: jana x luke #verse: light carries on endlessly

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Feelings on Star Wars 2023

Hey birbs I know this is coming out a bit late but I am currently prepping for my first Artist Alley as well as prepping the finale of the latest chapter in our DnD campaign. So Star Wars…at its core, they always been popcorn films to me. Something I could kill an hour and a half to watch spaceships and space wizards. But I cannot deny it’s cultural significance and how much they do mean to a lot of people. I could be considered casual normie scum on my stance when it comes to Star Wars. Heck my personal favorite films from each trilogy could be considered bad taste by the majority. I first got introduced to the franchise when my folks purchased the triple VHS set of the remastered editions waaaay back in the 90’s. Even today a lot of it still holds up thanks in part to its simplicity in its complexity as well as being a near perfect balance of creative freedom and creative constraint. With the prequels being too much creative freedom and the sequels under the thumb of too much creative restraint. When it comes to my personal favorites in from the original trilogy I’ve always liked The Return of the Jedi. Sure you could say that Empire Strikes Back had a stronger story and better character writing but Return always felt like everything had finally come together and was a satisfying conclusion to the main trio’s stories. From the prequels there’s something of a charm I’ve always found with Phantom Menace even now although Revenge of the Sith mostly hit it out of the part of the tragic fall of Anakin. Attack of the Clones I feel is the weakest one-I get what they tried to do but it’s pacing felt a bit shuffled and just didn’t really move forward to the ending that we knew was coming. And then there is the sequel trilogy. Force Awakens had a strong start even if there was a bit of stumbling-though I disagree with that it exactly copied New Hope. Sure it borrowed some of the beats with BB8’s purpose and the Starkiller but the arguments calling it one to one I disagree with. The last Jedi I am a bit mixed. A lot of my issues have to do with the pacing and focus of the story. More time should have been given to the tense relationship with Luke, Rey, and Kylo and Finn’s and Poe’s storylines needed refocusing. I got what they were trying to do-but boy did they not handle it well. As for Rise of Skywalker-there is a lot I did like about it but in retrospect it was kinda running on panic mode-not that it really ruined my personal enjoyment. Fun story-so when my family and went to see it in the theatre after the previews…a jungle scene started playing from the other film that was being shown in that duplex and everyone in the theatre started panicking and running to the other showroom before seeing it was the same film and we ran back. I think it was Jumanji. But back to the topic at hand yeah it should have been called Rise of Palpatine so the name could have played a double meaning. Yeah, Rey should have taken the Palpatine name not the Skywalker name.

I won’t deny the they have issues nor that Disney has not handled the PR too well in regards to the criticism of them. While the prequels were able to redeem themselves with the Clone Wars (both of them) and Rebels-the sequels haven’t been given that much of a chance to. Though it is amusing that LEGO of all people seem to understand the material better and have done pretty good with what they had.

When it comes to the sequels the concepts were not bad-it was more the execution that was mishandled. If you’re like me who likes long term videos to play in the background, I highly recommend Channel Awesomes’s Fanscription episode in the rewrite. I don’t agree with all of their ideas but it shows the seriously missed potential that was there. And that’s a real bad shame all things considered and sometimes I feel like these ideas were given another chance to shine-but years down the line when the IP has been allowed to simmer down for a bit. I know that won’t happen in the current state of things, but one can dream huh?

And I do get the fans anger. I really do. If you asked me about the Digimon Adventure saga I could go at lengths how much I dislike Adventure Tri. How it clearly felt like it was done who only had vague ideas of what Adventure was, the pacing was awful, the characters were mishandled, and the new characters they tried to have us like just really did not hit it for me, and the misuse of fanservice… *sigh* Buuuut I also acknowledge that there are people who like Tri and while I disagree with them, I respect their feelings as long as they respect mine. When it comes to fandoms in general, I’ve always followed a general rule: fans should be able to like different aspects of a franchise without being attacked or attacking others-something the other side also has a serious problem with. At the same time, I do feel for people who like Disney Star Wars but can’t express that without backlash even if they are not attacking anyone. Do I agree that Disney has made some pretty dumb decisions with Star Wars? Yes. Do I think they are overusing the IP? Yes! And while we don’t have a lot of information about the three feature films coming out in the next couple years is really not a good idea at this time. Disney, you can’t be this dense. Even while I can empathize on both sides, there is so much gatekeeping negative mentality one can take. And that is because there has been good stuff that has come out even if they are technically under the Disney banner. Freemaker Adventures, Mandalorian, Andor, Legends, Fallen Order, Rise of the Resistance, Close Wars season 7, the new Lego holiday specials, Jedi Survivor…when the right people are given the reigns and let to do their thing there are some really fun and meaningful media that have come from them. Am I bit more cautiously optimistic these days? Sure, but it’s not good for anyone to stew on the bad aspects of a franchise. And the oversaturation does not help things either. There has to be a balance. But I’m also one nobody birb on the internet so I guess I just enjoy the things my way. I promise I’ll be more positive next round. I’m Noctina Noir-and take to the skies.

#star wars day #star wars #maythe4th2023 #maythefourth2023 #maythehourthbewithyou

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Time Travel ft. Leia and Vader

(Helped by @atagotiak)

I was reading a bunch of different time travel fics, and my brain slotted in that one "Vader hands over the Empire to Leia and is now her most devoted sycophant" dynamic and mixed it with the "Luke and Vader time-travel and Vader does the right thing but only because it would make Luke sad if he didn't."

I landed on "Leia time travels to prequels era, but her least favorite family member has also traveled with her, though it takes him a few months to find her because he has less resources without the entire Imperial Navy, but he's still a scary Sith in all black with a breathing mask and intimidating cape."

"Tiny angry lady who wants to force democracy and her giant Sith father whom she hates but has resigned herself to pointing at threats like a tank who inexplicably loves her" is a delightful dynamic.

The first few months included a lot of concern about "why do you know so much about Sith if you're not trained or looking to be one" and then Vader shows up and calls her 'daughter' and she insults him and it's like "Oh. That explains it."

Council Member: We have a Sith in the Temple. Vader: Former Sith. Leia: Listen. He is your best chance against Sidious. Also, do you want Dooku dead? Vader can make him dead. Council Member: Your father i-- Leia, scrunching up her face: Don't call him that.

Like Leia is deep in conversation when the Temple starts panicking because Vader just. Showed up? He snuck in, somehow? So Palpatine wouldn't catch him on video entering through the front door? And people try to keep her away from the trouble, because there's an entire array of Jedi Masters to deal with this Surprise Sith, except she can sense exactly which Sith it is and once she shouts "oh you have got to be kidding me!" she just starts running and, well, it's Leia. Nobody can stop her.

(Leia does have less combat training, at least less force-assisted combat training, than the Jedi. But then the Jedi don’t want to hurt here here. She's not fighting her way down, either, she's just running really fast and all the best fighters already left. They had a head start. So Leia's mostly running past random padawans and the like.)

She shoves her way to the front of the group of Masters who. Well, they're certainly ready to attack. But Vader is just standing there. Doing nothing. Still intimidating as fuck but he's not doing anything.

And then Leia bursts onto the scene like "You motherfucker."

She hits her head on a clipboard and whines because UGH he's a walking WMD and they could REALLY use him against Palpatine but also. She hates him so much.

She tries to hand him off to the Jedi council but he insists that he will only take orders from Leia herself.

Jedi: Wait, what. Leia, completely ignoring them: Did you follow me here? Vader, through the mechanical wheezing: I have no loyalty to my master and no empire to serve. You are all that I have left. Leia: Me? Me? I'm all that you have left? You committed a genocide that killed all the family I had except for the twin brother you later mutilated! Jedi: Wait what Vader, going to one knee: I pledge my loyalty and blade to you and only you, daughter. Leia, ready to explode: I. I just. Jedi, some of whom really want to say things but are slowly realizing that they just accidentally acquired a Sith Lord by proxy: What. Leia: I hate you so much but I can't even get rid of you, you're too useful. Vader: I live to serve. Leia: Yeah. Got that. Fuck. Someone get him a full medical rundown, I don't know the last time that mess of a life support system was updated. Jedi, agitated again: WHAT Leia: Listen, I don't like him, but I'm not stupid enough to throw away the second most dangerous person in the universe when I can point him at the most dangerous person in the universe. Especially not if he's going to listen to me. Jedi: But... he's a Sith. Leia: Please trust me when I say this: you might be able to take him down eventually, but he will take dozens of you down with him, and right now he's... honestly, I'm pretty sure he's more depressed than malicious. Jedi: You hate him. I can feel it. Leia: Yes, but I can be professional about it. Vader: They have not yet d-- Leia: Nope! No talking! Not until I've had a chance to process this mess!

There is a whole lot of Leia snapping at Vader to stop it whenever he starts giving off vibes like he wants to take the most violent shortcut possible.

She is not the gentle hand that Luke would be.

Leia isn't a Jedi or working for them but she's wormed her way into being an ally. They don't 100% trust her, especially not with Vader just showing up and declaring her family but like

How do you say no to a WMD walking into your house and saying "I will fight the monster you cower from at night."

There's a lot of Leia snapping off an admonishment that sounds just a little too odd and then when questioned she just says "He knows what he did."

tbh I'm not sure how long it takes for them to tell anyone that Anakin is Vader. They might hold it off in hopes that Anakin can just retire to be Mr. Amidala after the war is over.

Well, Leia hopes. Vader just lets Leia make that call and then glowers at his younger self every time they're in the same room.

I do feel like Leia tells Obi-Wan the truth first

Imagine. Imagine a Vader who’s past still isn’t known. But has gotten somewhat comfortable around the Jedi (not really but the bar for what counts and comfortable for him is low). And Obi-Wan habitually banters with darksiders, right? If Vader’s guard is down for a moment and he, without thinking, references an inside joke...

Might be the most fun in terms of ways to tell Obi-Wan "We're time travelers and Vader is what happens if you let Palpatine drive Anakin off the edge"

If Vader has decided to pledge himself to her orders after destroying her planet, then fine. She can work with that. She's not going to be happy about it, but she can make it work.

The Jedi Temple hates having Vader anywhere nearby but he is actually very good at hiding himself from people, including Palpatine And for all that Leia seems perpetually irritated with her apparent bodyguard, he does seem to listen to her.

Jedi council: We still haven't figured out how to handle Dooku Leia: Do you know his location? Jedi council: Yes. Leia: [sigh] Leia: Vader, deal with it. Alive if possible.

(Leia does need to clarify an acceptable level of violence against the people protecting Dooku.) (She needs to clarify... many things.)

Leia always says "Vader" and one time a poor fool just asks why she doesn't call him dad and she snarls out "He is not the man that raised me, and I am glad for it."

Someone less foolish later prods more compassionately and she lets them know she was adopted and didn't properly meet Vader except in passing until she was nineteen.

"And then he tortured you." "And then he tortured me, yes." "Damn." "Didn't even find out we were related until a few years later when he chopped my brother's arm off." "You... wow." "I know."

At least one exchange that is L: You mean when you tortured me? A: He did what. V: I was not aware of our relation at that time. L: Not the point! I am fully aware of your interrogation methods and I refuse to let you be the one to acquire the evidence for-- A: Wait no go back he tortured you? L: Move on, please, we already have. A: That means I'm... oh Force, I'm going to torture my own daughter what in the actual fu-- L: We're moving on.

(“I end up torturing my own daughter” If Leia’s feeling especially spiteful I can see her saying “you mutilate your own son too”)

Concept: Leia is very free with traumatizing details of her past re:Vader and Anakin thinks that it sucks but doesn’t think much of it bc Sith. And then some time later he finds out...

(I love characters who use the traumatizing details of their past to shut down conversations.)

It's such a wonderfully horrifying concept for him to try to awkwardly comfort this girl he kind of knows because having a Sith for a dad sounds like it would suck and Leia seems nice, even if she's kind of weird and uncomfortable around Anakin, but he saw her flinch around a few other tall people wearing black robes the way she stiffens around Vader so maybe it's just that!

It is not.

Vader does get a significant amount of medical treatment. Including a bunch of "holy shit, that's a lot of drugs" and similar. There is so much lightning damage.

hnnng I'm just really in love with the image of Tiny Tiny Leia sitting behind a desk for some fancy negotiation, the picture of professionalism, while Vader just stands behind her shoulder, looming, glaring expressionless death at whoever came to speak with his baby girl.

Not that he would call her that, because she'd just hate him more and he's really not sure how to fix that problem, other than doing whatever she asks with no complaints and hoping she appreciates it.

Vader: [looks at children wandering by, has complicated emotions] Leia, tired of his shit: What now? Vader: I killed them, once. Leia, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath: And you're not going to do that again. No killing children. Vader: I know that. Leia: Great. I am... regretting asking. I am so very much regretting asking.

I do really like the idea of someone asking Leia once if she wants Jedi training and she says, no, actually, she's fully aware of the fact that she's angry little ball of hate sometimes, especially towards her bio father, and she'd like to refrain from putting herself in a position where she knows enough about the Force to Fall. She wouldn't Fall. But it does make people shut up.

#leia organa #princess leia #Darth Vader #Anakin Skywalker #obi wan kenobi #star wars #time travel #Phoenix Posts

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Lost Luke Part Three

Star Wars Time Travel AU #19 (Wholesome Luke Time Travel AU) Part One . . . Part Two

One of the best things to imagine in this au is how the Skywalkers interact with Obi-Wan Kenobi because this is just before/interrupts the incidents that profoundly broke their faith in him but after he earned their unshakeable devotion (that is, to say, after he met them).

Anakin: “So you lived with your Aunt and Uncle but Obi-Wan was the one who actually raised you, right?” Luke, who has barely ever had a conversation with Old Ben: “No, I mean he seemed cool obviously but no. I mean he was around sometimes I guess...” Anakin, nodding knowingly: “Yeah, he totally raised you. He’s stealthy about that sort of thing.” Luke: ...?

Later on, as Luke is learning about the force and stuff, he starts to get a little bit more of a sense of how Ben had in fact been a feature in his life

(he’s been hired on as civilian mechanic with the 501st. Obviously this should be banned because a) that’s not a thing and b) attachment, but consider: He’s genuinely talented at everything, the Council reluctantly kind-of liked this one, Anakin pulled the slave card right when the council was at peak-slave guilt, Obi-Wan was quietly sure if they said no Anakin would quit, and also when Palpatine first heard about twin brother he went, ‘oh, worm?’ (The whole Luke vs Palpatine is a separate thing))

Pretty much everything he figures out about Ben on Tatooine is just- really sad. Like, he knew the Jedi were gone and Ben was upset about it but the Jedi are clearly Obi-Wan’s entirely family and culture oh my gods he really didn’t have anything did he.

And Luke doesn’t quite share Anakin’s conviction that Obi-Wan was on Tatooine just for him- it is in Hutt space, not a bad spot for avoiding imps. Luke was maybe a coincidence, or a bonus. Why else would he wait so long to actually introduce himself? It’s uncomfortable either way to think about this incredible Jedi Master and General fallen so low, an outcast and a drunk. But living on Tatooine for the sole purpose of being the same vague proximity as his dead friend’s son would be...yikes, pretty tragic.

The more he meditates and learns, the more he feels that something about Obi-Wan’s force-signature is familiar, but he can’t quite make it match up with his hazier pre-training memories.

It’s not until Obi-Wan is truly miserable- maybe a trooper Obi-Wan tried desperately to save dies in his arms- that Luke goes oh. Because the ozone-heavy-petrichor-aura of Obi-Wan’s grief is a lot more familiar.

The impression of Obi-Wan’s quiet sadness clung to the incredible hand carved ships Luke found on Shmi’s grave as a child, and ok that explains where those came from.

A few nights when he was young he tasted the scent on the wind, always when there rumors about Sand People Raids, and that also explained how their homestead sometimes seemed mysteriously protected, even if Owen’s irritation and anger about the fact still didn’t make sense.

One time while racing alone in begger’s canyon he had panicked at the rumble of a Krayt dragon beneath his speeder, only to nearly crash in relief when a mating call from over the ridge redirected it. He had even tried to describe the petrichor smell to his friends but everyone in town acted like he made the whole thing up, because Old Ben had even been seen leaving town around the same time and he didn’t look eaten either.

The time he most vividly remembers the force-impression was just a couple years ago, when he and Biggs were in trouble with some of Jabba goons over a complete misunderstanding- long story. Luke admitted that he might have been a little drunk- again, a total misunderstanding. He and Biggs were hiding under a filthy cantina table when they heard shouting just outside, one of the voices recognizable as a particularly sadistic enforcer. Someone entered the bar and approached the bartender to ask a question; the two tensed up in fear. Footsteps drew closer to their not-very-good hiding spot and a man sat down, inadvertently kicking Luke in the face.

Old Ben peered beneath the table, looking extremely surprised, “Luke? What in the core are you doing under there?”

Biggs shushed the drunk Hermit, desperately whispering, “Please Mr. Kenobi, Jabba’s goons are after this, you can’t let them know we’re under here.”

“Jabba’s goons?” Ben asked, sounding bewildered, “You mean those ruffians who were standing outside?”

Luke and Biggs nodded frantically.

“Oh, they left, you don’t have to worry about them.” Ben took a sip of his drink, leaning back with a smile.

The two boys exchanged a look, “Are you- are you sure? They seemed pretty mad.” Luke asked tentatively.

“Oh, yes. Apparently there was a break-in at one of Jabba’s warehouses and he’s extremely displeased at all of his servants for their failure to prevent it. I imagine whatever small quarrel they had with you will be totally forgotten in the fallout.”

The pair dragged themselves up to the bench across from Kenobi, slouching over in relief.

“Oh my gods- thank the Krayt! Let’s get out of here, Luke. See, I told you things would blow over.”

Luke punched Biggs in the shoulder, “Yeah, right. We got lucky, bantha brains.” Luke cleared his throat and addressed Old Ben directly, “Thank you- I don’t know what we would have done if you hadn’t shown up.”

At the time he had ignored the hair raising on the back of his neck, the surge of foreign mixed emotions, and the strangely familiar smell-that-wasn’t-a-smell he could never quite identify.

At 17, he was somewhat used to what his Uncle called his ‘damn bleeding heart’ and what Bigs called ‘being weird about other people.' He figured it was kind-of like how deep spacers got twitchy about crowds after spending months with just himself- he spent so much time on the farm that sometimes just being around other people was overwhelming. Plus he was a little drunk at the moment.

Ben cleared his throat, “Oh no, no need to thank me, I’m sure I had nothing to do with it.”

Biggs rolled his eyes. “...Right. Well, anyway, thanks for letting us know. Come on Luke, let’s beat it!” And they scurried out, not looking back.

Luke hesitantly tells Anakin about the almost-familiar force presence that clung to these memories and Anakin gets frustrated and sad and happy and confused because force why did Obi-Wan have to be so weird about feelings? He appreciates that he was obviously silently protecting his son for 19 years but he seriously couldn’t have talked to him? Luke quietly grieves a man he never really had the chance to know and who he’ll never fully understand while firmly attaching himself to the current Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan: Fucks sake, now they’re both clingy, what did I do to deserve this?

#star wars #my au #lost luke au #star wars au no 19 #i know i just posted part 2 of a different au so hopefully this isn't confusing #star wars fanfiction #star wars au #Luke: i guess Owen just really didnt like him #Anakin: well owen's an idiot then #Luke: HEY #Anakin: sorry sorry kidding #Luke: ...do you think maybe he noticed all the stalking and got the wrong idea #Anakin:#Anakin: obi-wan might be an idiot

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obiwanobi · 3 years

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I just finished reading all your SSK AU and love it too much!! I keep thinking that what would happen if Anakin suspected that Obi Wan is a sith but he's not quite sure; until for some reason Palpatine attacks Anakin and is about to kill him but Obi Wan stops him with his very RED lightsaber and Anakin is like I KNEW IT!!

I really liked this idea so here's a very silly Sith Senator Kenobi vs Sidious fight while Anakin has his 'gotcha' moment:

"I knew it," Anakin repeats louder to make sure Obi-Wan can hear him over the noises of lightsabers clashing violently against each other. "I knew you were hiding something dark and evil about yourself!"

"Anakin," Obi-Wan growls, "could you maybe gloat later?"

A glint of sudden realisation passes in Sidious' eyes. "I see you've made your choice, then. You want to keep him for yourself."

Obi-Wan has no time and no wish to explain how right he is, but not for the reasons he thinks, before his master attacks him again. A series of slash-parry-avoid rains on him without letting him time to breathe, crimson sparks flying in the air too close to be comfortable.

Obi-Wan might have been an excellent swordsman once upon a time, but playing at being a politician for so long hasn't allowed him a lot of time to keep up with his lightsaber practice. His weapon has spent more time hidden in his apartment than used for the past few years, and both master and apprentice know it.

Sidious' blade is getting closer to his neck by the second, and the look in his eyes is telling him that he won't think twice before running it through him and looking for another apprentice before his body is even cold.

Anakin, who's still sitting on the floor where he fell when Sidious tried to electrocute him earlier, doesn't seem to mind very much.

"You have this weird intense look on your face anytime I talk about the Order," he starts listing, counting on his fingers. The fact that Obi-Wan is getting dangerously close to being impaled doesn't seem more important than demonstrating his reasoning for suspecting that his lover is a Sith. "You scoff anytime Padmé says that a political decision should be taken because 'it's the right thing to do', you immediately told me that you knew the fastest and easiest way to burn a body after hearing me panicking over the comm at 3 am, and the only argument you came up with when I said I wanted to murder an annoying senator was that it would be really difficult to get me out of prison but not impossible if I could overlook a few dead bodies on our way out."

Sidious presses his blade harder against Obi-Wan's, snarling, and Obi-Wan's knee starts shaking under his strength.

"—And you said that Ahsoka was an 'acceptable student, I suppose'!"

"Anakin!" Obi-Wan barks as he braces himself for one desperate last effort.

"What kind of monster would say that? She's the best, Obi-Wan!"

Panting, Obi-Wan grips his lightsaber with both hands and shoves Sidious away from him with a furious swing.

Arguing with Anakin always puts him in a terrible mood. He supposes that there was never any chance that arguing with Anakin while fighting his master would be any less gruelling.

"Then why didn't you say anything if you knew all along?" He snaps, angrier than intended.

"Because I love you!"

Obi-Wan's head turns toward Anakin so fast that he would have been worried about fracturing something in his neck if he could think about anything else but Anakin's words.

"You do?"

Anakin looks very annoyed and particularly silly, sitting on his butt in the middle of the Chancellor's office, arms crossed and lips in a pout like a child who revealed too much already and decides to switch to the silent treatment.

Obi-Wan can't believe he would gladly be killed by his master for him.

He opens his mouth to ask again, but Anakin's eyes suddenly widen, focused above his shoulder.

Ah, yes. The other Sith Lord in the room.

Obi-Wan barely has time to turn around and watch Sidious raise his weapon to cut him down swiftly before a violent Force-push sends him flying through the room, away from Obi-Wan.

"I'm going to be very, very angry at you later," Anakin warns, the Force still swirling around him as he finally gets on his feet. "The only reason I can't do it right now is that seeing you fight with a red saber in your hands is giving me very blasphemous thoughts that would get me expelled from the Order so fast the Council would probably have to throw me out of a window."

Obi-Wan snorts, amazed. "As much as I want to hear all of these thoughts, I would greatly appreciate it if you could help me fight a Sith Lord first. I would happily let you yell at me for the rest of my life and try any of your fantasies if you do."

Sidious makes a derisive noise in front of them but Obi-Wan can't bring himself to look in his direction, enthralled by the familiar smile Anakin throws at him as he ignites his blue blade.

"That's why I still love you," Anakin says, softer. "You always include me when you make plans for the future."

"There is no future where I don't see you by my side."

It must be the adrenaline making him say the words with more sincerity than he has ever managed, or the prospect of his imminent death bringing out such affection in his voice.

Or the relief of knowing that Anakin finally knows all about him, and still chooses to stand next to him, red and blue lightsabers raised together.

"Sidious is right about one thing," Obi-Wan admits, "I do want to keep you for myself."

Anakin's smile grows wider. "Good. Let's kill a Sith lord, then."

#obi-wan: I know you're mad at me but can you please come help me I'm dying here #anakin sighing like he's suffering immensely: you're lucky you're so hot #sith senator kenobi au #clem's aus #obikin #asks

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Never Have I Ever

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: none besides Rose and Finn being conspiratorial little shits

Summary: You've always been too nervous to tell Poe how you feel. A night out after the end of the war may change that.

It feels surreal, to put it simply. It’s over. It’s finally over. For years, you’ve known nothing but chaos and panic and uncertainty. But now, you can leave all of it in the past. Palpatine’s gone. The war’s over.

Leaping from your x-wing, you spot Poe across the tarmac. He locks eyes with you, breaking into a huge, beaming grin. You sprint towards him, sporting an equally bright expression. He holds out his arms, and you leap into them. He spins around as you bury your face in his neck, laughing. He sets you down, placing his hands on your upper arms.

“We did it,” he breathes, and you nod in disbelief.

“We did it,” you repeat, still smiling. You’re about to compliment a particular barrel roll he’d pulled off earlier when Finn comes barreling over, wrapping him in a bear hug. You smile, walking away to grab some water and allow Poe some time with his friend.

He watches your retreating form with a faint smile, content with the universe for the first time in years. Finn looks at him with a knowing expression and nudges him with his elbow. Poe snaps his head around, cheeks flushed.

“You should tell her,” he says, and Poe’s eyes widen.

“No way,” he replies, carding a hand through his hair. “What if I fuck everything up?” Finn rolls his eyes.

“Poe, I love you, but you’re the most oblivious man I’ve ever met.” This earns him a shocked expression from the older man, and he laughs. “Trust me. Just tell her.” Poe opens his mouth to object, but loses what he was going to say as Rey walks up and wraps him and Finn in a hug.

You watch as the three embrace, smiling. You’re so proud of Poe your chest could burst. He’d handled that last battle with the grace and strategy you’ve seen in him time and time again. You hear footsteps headed your way and glance up, to find Rose standing next to you.

“Hey,” she says quietly, and you scooch to the left a bit to give her space to sit, patting the bench next to you. “It’s crazy, huh?”

“Yeah,” is all you can manage, but you can tell that she understands the magnitude of emotions contained in your reply. No words could encapsulate the feeling of joy and relief flowing through you.

“I heard Poe did some pretty amazing flying out there.”

You grin, nodding. “He really did. Per the usual, of course.” Smiling, she takes in the look of admiration on your face.

“You like him.” Not a question, just a statement. An observation. You look at her slowly and nod.

“I do,” you say, taking a sip of water from the canteen in your hand.

“He likes you, I think. From what Finn’s told me.” You splutter, choking on your drink.

“What?” you exclaim, face turning red as a tomato as you cough. She laughs loudly, and you shoot her a death glare. “If you’re pulling my leg I swear-”

“I’m not, I promise.”

Narrowing your eyes, you swallow another mouthful of water. “What exactly has Finn told you?”

“He’s caught Poe staring at you too many times to count, that damn idiot never shuts up about you, and once Rey saw him fiddling with his mom’s ring behind his back while talking to you,” she lists, ticking off the instances on her fingers.

“That doesn’t mean he likes me,” you point out, and Rose sighs. Ignoring her, you continue. “He could’ve just been spacing out, we’re friends, so he’s bound to talk about me, and he just has a thing about not being able to sit still. Those are just...normal Poe things.”

“What are?”

You whip your head around, to see him standing right behind you. Of course.

“Nothing,” you reply calmly, glowering at Rose as she tries to contain her laughter. “Just talking about that maneuver you did earlier. Very impressive.” He grins, clapping you on the shoulder.

“Thanks,” he laughs. “Anyways, we’re headed out to celebrate-” he gestures to Finn, Rey, and his squadron. “-would you guys wanna come?”

Rose nods excitedly, and you do the same. “Sounds awesome.”

The music in the bar pounds in your ears. Normally, you hate crowded, public settings like this - they stress you out. However, you decide to make a special exception for tonight. After all, you just saved the fucking galaxy.

Poe, expectedly, makes a beeline for the bar with Jess. They order several rounds of shots and bring the drinks back to the table the rest of you are sitting at. He slides into his spot next to you, his thigh brushing against yours.

“Ok,” he says loudly, so your group can hear him over the clamor of the establishment. “Never have I ever - pretty simple,” he adds when Rey shoots him a look of confusion. “We’ll go around the table. Someone will say something. If you’ve done what they say, you take a shot. Snap, you go first.”

“Ok, uh, never have I ever gone on a supply run hungover,” he replies, grinning. Poe groans, taking a shot. You gasp as Finn does, too.

“No!” you say, aghast.

“It was one time!” he shouts in defense of himself, and Rey chuckles.

“He threw up within the hour,” Rose says, and you snicker. Finn kicks the mechanic under the table.

“Alright, settle down,” Jess says, clearing her throat. She shoots a pointed glance at Karé. “Never have I ever flirted with a superior officer to get a different assignment.” The woman sighs, pouring liquor into her mouth. Blushing, you do the same. Poe gapes at you.

“You’re kidding me.”

“It wasn’t here,” you admit. “Navy stuff.” Snap laughs as he recalls the event you’re talking about. “I was about to get assigned janitorial duty for the seventh week in a row, so I insinuated some very...” you pause, grinning. “inappropriate things to my commander. He put me on guard duty on the bridge instead.”

A strange feeling flares in Poe’s chest as you and the others laugh about how flustered the officer had gotten, and his knuckles turn white as he clenches the table. You discreetly nudge his leg with your knee.

“You okay?” you ask quietly, and any jealousy he’s feeling melts away as he takes in the concern in your eyes.

“Yeah,” he nods. You smile.

“Cool.”

“Okay, okay,” Karé laughs, shooting a death glare at Jess. “Rose. Your turn.” She smiles conspiratorily at Finn, who nods at her, before glancing at you briefly. You send a befuddled look towards Rey, who simply shakes her head, shrugging.

You have a bad feeling about this.

“Never have I ever…” she trails off, scratching her chin animatedly. “Had a crush on a close friend.”

Your stomach drops. Rose giggles as she feels you tense up beside her.

“Fuck you,” you say, throwing back a shot. A barrage of gasps sounds from your friends. “Oh, grow up,” you laugh, and Finn chuckles. You glare at him, and he raises his hands in surrender. Slowly, Poe leans forward, grabs a shot, and knocks it back. You barely constrain your shock.

“Oh my gods WHO?” Karé squeals, clapping her hands together.

“That’s not part of the game,” Poe quips, offering her a smug expression. She turns hopefully to you, and you laugh.

“No way,” you say, shaking your head. She sticks her bottom lip out in a pout, before letting her mouth fall open.

“Is it someone here?” she asks breathlessly. You clear your throat, face heating.

“I’m gonna go get some fresh air,” you murmur, slipping out of the booth. Karé and Jess boo loudly at your excuse, but you just flip them off as you head outside.

A light breeze tangles its fingers in your hair and tugs at your shirt, small ripples moving along the fabric. You take a seat on a nearby bench, bringing your legs up and crossing them over each other. Fiddling with a loose thread on your sleeve, you glance upwards. The sky above is littered with small pinpricks of light, twinkling back at you.

A creaking noise sounds to your right, and you look back, to see the door to the bar open. You watch as Poe walks through it, puffing his top lip out and shoving his hands in his pockets. He glances in your direction. You offer him a small wave, which he returns, making his way over to where you sit.

“May I?” he asks, and you nod, turning your gaze upwards once more. He does the same, laying an arm across the back of the bench.

“I wonder how many of those we’ve flown by,” he wonders aloud, motioning to the countless stars and planets above you.

“Probably lots. We really went all over, huh?” He smiles, nodding. You stand, walking to the gate in front of the bar and leaning on it. Poe follows suit, bracing his forearms behind him as he leans back.

“Look, it’s stupid of me to ask, and you don’t have to answer, but...who was it?” You turn your head toward him, puzzled. He nods to the bar. “The game. That last question.” You scoot closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. The familiar gesture makes him smile.

“Eh, you don’t wanna know,” you say, and he chuckles.

“Oh, but I do.” You laugh. There’s a moment of silence (not uncomfortable - it never is with Poe) as you figure out how to word your next statement.

“It’s a bit complicated,” you admit, and he turns his head to look down at you.

“Oh?”

“I really like this person, but I also love how close I am with them right now. I’m worried that if they know, that…” you trail off, worried that voicing your concerns will bring them to fruition.

“That everything will change,” Poe finishes quietly. You swallow nervously. “That you could lose them, and you don’t know-” he takes a deep breath “-you don’t know what you would do if that happened.” You turn to face him as he leans up to stand straight, heart pounding in your chest so loud you swear he can hear it. His eyes flit down to your lips momentarily, and your breath hitches.

“Poe,” you say, barely above a whisper. His eyes lock onto yours, and you bite the inside of your cheek.

You open your mouth to continue, but your words die in your throat as he takes your face in his hands. Your whole body goes rigid, and he notices, starting to pull away. Panicking, you place your hands over his, silently reassuring him that it’s ok. He smiles softly, and your cheeks warm.

“Can I kiss you?” he murmurs, and you nod, heart racing. He brings his mouth down to yours tentatively, nose brushing against yours. You smile against his lips, bringing a hand up and burying it in his curls. He fits his hands to your waist, thumb gently brushing over your side. His lips taste like the tequila you’d both taken shots of in the bar, and it’s sweet on your tongue, reminding you of the nectar from the sapflowers back home on Naboo.

The two of you break apart, hot breaths mingling in the small space between you.

“You have no idea,” he murmurs, smile as bright as a thousand suns, “how long I’ve wanted to do that.” His grin widens as you grow flustered, mouth twisting into a small smile.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” you say, eyebrows furrowing together. “I didn’t want to mess everything up, and there just wasn’t a good-”

“Hey,” he says gently, taking your hand. “It’s ok, you have nothing to be sorry for.” You smile.

“I really like you,” you say, and he laughs warmly, bringing a hand to your cheek.

“I really like you, too,” he responds, and you lean into the touch. “We should probably head back in, or they’re gonna think we abandoned ship.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you say.

Nobody says anything if they notice how you and Poe hold hands for the rest of the night, sitting closer than you usually do, talking only to each other.

It seems natural, if anything. Like it’s always been that way. Like it’s how it should be.

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ladyvader23 · 3 years

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The Tall Luke Conspiracy

The worst mistake of Vader’s entire career was letting the galaxy think his son was tall.

The boy was short. He always had been, from his childhood until he’d run away from home. He’d inherited his mother’s stature, among some of her other more stubborn qualities. Vader had always liked the height difference. Sometimes he pretended his son was younger than he was, much to Luke’s dismay.

But all of that changed because of the paparazzi when Luke was sixteen.

Vader had done his very best to shield Luke from the spotlight. He was therefore well aware of how desperate the media was to learn any information there was on the young prince. He coached Luke repeatedly on what to do if confronted by the mob, but he found that his son often wasn’t as up front about it as he should have been--mainly because he knew Vader would hunt them down and kill them.

Still. Luke had managed to evade the press, and it was usually a mere footnote in his daily briefing on the movements of his son through his spies.

At least, until he’d been forced to go off world. When he returned, his briefing on his son contained a tabloid with Luke’s picture on it and the title “Prince Luke’s Height Revealed!” in bold letters over the top.

He immediately sent for his son.

“What is this?” He demanded the moment Luke walked in.

A sheepish look appeared on Luke’s face. “Oh. Uh. No idea?”

Luke was a terrible liar. He always had been.

Vader scrolled to the headline article, scanning it quickly. “Then why is it that this reporter says they interviewed you and you told them you were five-nine?!”

Luke groaned. “It was an accident, I swear! It wasn’t even an interview, I got cornered--”

“You what?!” How dare they confront his son like that?! They knew who he was, they knew very well what he’d do to them and their entire miserable organization if they even thought about attacking Luke like that.

“It’s not a big deal. It’s just a height.”

“It is not even your height!” He knew exactly how tall his son was--five-five. He made sure to bring Luke to the doctor as necessary for check ups. He had since he was a little boy. He was well aware of anything to do with his son’s health.

“I panicked!” Luke held his hands out innocently. “I just wanted to get to school and it seemed like the most innocent question to distract them with before I made my escape! And it’s not even real, so who cares? They can’t somehow use it against me.”

Vader snarled, already making plans to take care of the reporters in question. “Next time, do not answer their questions and inform me or one of my spies immediately. We will handle this.”

“That’s what I was afraid of.” Luke mumbled.

Unlike Luke’s spur of the moment prediction, the height became far bigger news than either of them had thought. Even after Vader had taken care of the tabloid, other more credible news stations had reported on their prince’s height. Vader, mortified, immediately set up an appointment with the Emperor--he couldn’t very well get rid of the entire Imperial media, but the Emperor could silence them with a simple order. He had to take care of this; it was his son’s private business even if it was fake--

“Oh, I think the news is just what that boy needed.” Came the Emperor’s surprising--and infuriating--answer when Vader made the request.

Vader was silent for a few cycles, trying to choose his words carefully. “He is not five-nine.”

It wasn’t at all what he wanted to say. He wanted to say the media had no right to be snooping into a minor’s business, let alone a royal minor, but that was too much attachment. As it was, his master barely tolerated Luke’s life as it was.

“That is precisely the problem.” The Emperor growled. “Do you realize how embarrassing your pathetically small son is to the Empire? You, for all of your medical failings, are the perfect picture of strength and control.” He gestured to him. “Your son? He looks like he might get squished by a womp rat.”

Vader gritted his teeth against the Emperor’s insults against his son. Anyone else would be dead. “He is not done growing--”

“That boy is going to be short forever, Lord Vader. I have foreseen it.” Vader half wanted to ask if he’d specifically looked into the future to see if his son would grow or not, or if it was coincidence. “I will command all Imperial propaganda departments to proclaim five-nine as Luke’s official height. I do not wish to hear another word of this.”

So Vader was forced to comply.

And when, two years later, Luke betrayed him and defected to the Rebellion, he ended up regretting that decision.

While he raged and searched for his son across the galaxy, he employed numerous bounty hunters to assist. He ordered for Luke’s file to be given to any assisting, and he put a million credit “alive only” bounty on his head. In the moment, he’d forgotten about the ridiculous “tall Luke” propaganda campaign from a few years before--his sole focus was finding his son, convincing him of the error of his ways, and ensuring he never lost him again.

That was, until not only was no one able to bring him Luke, but he found out that many had actually captured Luke, only to let him go.

“You will tell me why you let my son go!” Vader snarled as he strangled a young bounty hunter. She’d actually sent him a holo proving she had him, but when he’d shown up to her ship, he was gone, and her ship crew had explicitly told him she’d let him go.

She struggled for breath, gasping as her skin paled. “Wrong....guy!”

Vader had not been expecting that answer. The holo had left him no doubt that she’d captured his son. He’d know him anywhere, even if he was dressed in Rebel fatigues. “Explain!”

She clawed at his hand around her throat. “He’s...five-seven!”

He stared at her. And stared. And stared, until she was lifeless in his hand. And even then, he stared, his mind roaring with the information she’d given him.

Finally, he dropped her, pulling his comm out before she’d even thudded to the floor.

“Yes, my lord?” Piett answered, standing to attention in the small image held in his hand.

“I need you to tell me what height is listed on my son’s bounty.” Vader ordered. He already knew, but he needed confirmation.

Piett was silent for a moment, and Vader watched as he checked for the information on his datapad. “All bounties and missing person files on Prince Luke show that he’s five-nine. Why?”

Vader closed his eyes.

Five-nine.

The boy, now eighteen, was five-seven.

He cursed Palpatine for allowing the Imperial propaganda machine to indulge in Luke’s tall-person fantasy. He cursed Luke for not listening to him when he’d told him not to engage with the paparazzi. Already, he could imagine exactly how Luke was managing to get away from everyone he sent after him:

“You’re Luke Skywalker!” The bounty hunter would say.

“No, I just look a lot like him.” Luke would retort. Force, Vader could imagine the smug tone in his son’s voice as he said it, too.

“I have your bounty right here!”

“I can’t be Luke Skywalker. I’m not tall enough.”

He’d insist until those stupid bounty hunters pulled out a measuring device to prove that he was, indeed, Prince Luke, and find that he was three inches shorter than the official Imperial bounty information.

“See?” Luke would say triumphantly, “I’m too short. But wouldn’t it be great if I was royalty? One can dream!”

Then he’d pleasantly chat the bounty hunter up until he was let go, and the bounty hunter would watch Luke fly away, probably debating on trying to pass him off as the real prince the entire time, not realizing they had, in fact, let Luke go. But the information on the prince had come directly from the Empire itself, from his own office, and he was his father--surely he’d have corrected that, right?

He wished a hole would open up in the floor and swallow him up. How could he have forgotten? He’d let Luke play his bounty hunters for months not even knowing it was his fault it was happening.

“My lord?” Piett asked, frowning. “Is there something wrong?”

Did he admit that he’d let the wrong height be published on all of Luke’s bounty information?

No.

It would make his job easier, but...no.

He couldn’t admit he, Luke’s father, had forgotten to put the correct basic information on the bounty for his own son. He had a reputation, and he wasn’t about to let Luke and his silly lie damage it.

“Place an order on all bounties instructing all suspects, regardless of how they look, are to be detained until I personally can inspect them.” He said instead. It would mean that he’d probably get contacted about suspects that most certainly were not Luke, but at least his son couldn’t keep exploiting the “Tall Luke” loophole.

“It will be done, my lord.”

He cut the transmission and glared at the body of the bounty hunter.

The moment I find you, Luke, he promised into a bond that had long grown silent, I will set straight your actual height on all Imperial material.

He could have sworn he heard the echo of Luke’s laughter, taunting him from somewhere far away.

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gaeasun · 3 years

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I’ll Rest When I’m Dead

Commander Fox Week 2021

Prompt(s): Forgiveness (out of order but whatever)

Warnings: Major Character death (don't worry its not really sad)

Relationships: Fox & Thorn, Fox & Fives

Characters: Fox, Vader, Fives, Thorn, tiny little bit of Dogma and Tup

Additional Tags: I’m pulling a Risk Riordan, Fox needs a hug, Fox needs a nap, and he gets BOTH. Fox gets closure. Clone Heaven, hurt comfort but more comfort than hurt for once

Summary/Description: CC-1010 is killed by Vader. Fox wakes up and sees brothers he’d never thought he’d see again

@loving-fox-hours @amikoroyai cause it’s Fox related

“You have failed me for the last time, Commander.”

Vader reached out his hand, towards Fox, who never had a choice or a chance, who stood helpless while his neck jerked of his own accord.

A single crack sounded, and Commander Fox slumped to the ground, lifeless.

No one who was there mourned. No one could.

*****

Fox opened his eyes. Strange. He could have sworn he was dead.

Then everything came rushing in, more clear than in years. Fox shot up and began hyperventilating.

“Woah there vod. Easy.”

That voice… the slightest inflection that Fox was able to pick out from the rest. Something Fox had never though he’d hear again.

“Th-Thorn?”

“Yeah, vod. Come on, breathe. You’re safe.”

“I’m dead,” Fox choked out. “I, Vader, he-”

“Shhh,” Thorn said soothingly, and hugged Fox close. “Yeah, you marched on. But hey, nothing worse can happen now. You’re safe, vod, I promise.”

Fox panted into Thorn’s shoulder, until his breathing slowed and he’d stopped panicking. Which happened faster than usual.

“Thorn,” he said suddenly.

“Yeah?” “Thorn.”

Fox sprang up and tackled Thorn. “You slimy son of a shabuir, if you ever do anything like that again, I will having scrubbing the refreshers until-”

“Until what?” Thorn said all too cheekily.

Until the day you die, Fox was going to say. That didn’t exactly work here.

So he just tackled Thorn and pinned him to the ground, and draped himself over him.

“I missed you too,” Thorn said, from underneath Fox. Fox grunted.

After some time, Fox rolled to the side and allowed Thorn to breathe (did they need to breathe?). Thorn flopped an arm across Fox’s chest.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Thorn laughed. “Not that I wanted you to die, but you know how you’d always say, ‘I’ll rest when I’m dead’?”

“I’m dead, why do I need to sleep?” Fox pointed out.

Thorn groaned. “Because you can you di’kut. You finally can rest. No more paperwork, no more working yourself under the waves trying to help everyone around you.”

“No more Palpatine?” Fox said softly.

Thorn flinched, then shook himself. “No more Palpatine,” he promised. “Now come on. You’re taking a nap.”

Standing, Thorn offered a hand to Fox. He accepted, and let Thorn lead them deeper into the forest. Why were they in a forest? Fox had no idea. He’d never even seen a forest. It was nice.

Too nice. In all honesty, it didn’t feel real.

Fox froze.

“What’s wrong?” Thorn tilted his head.

“This can’t be real,” Fox whispered. “It’s too nice. I never get nice. This is all some crazy dream, isn’t it?”

Thorn sighed. “This is real Fox. I’m real. You’re here. Just please, sleep. You’ll feel better when you wake up.”

Fox had already let his mind wander. He numbly moved with Thorn to a large and gnarled tree, where Thorn sat down and pulled Fox down with him.

“Sleep, ori’vod. You’re safe now.”

It went against Fox’s instincts, but he so badly wanted to believe Thorn, he closed his eyes and let Thorns warm presence lull him into sleep.

*****

When Fox opened his eyes, he felt refreshed like he hadn’t in a long time. Night had fallen, but light from a large moon above gave enough visibility in their surroundings.

Thorn stirred underneath him. “How you doing?” he yawned.

“This is real,” Fox’s voice trembled. “This is too good to be a dream. I don’t have good dreams.”

“Aw vod.” Thorn sounded so sad. “Come on. Let’s go find the others. They’re probably at the fires now.” Others?

All the shinies he’d failed, all the brothers he’d watch march on. Here.

“I can’t do this.” Fox found himself hyperventilating again. “I can’t, can’t face them. I let them down, I let them die.”

“You did all you could, and more Fox. Please. Let them tell you that they don’t blame you.”

Fox wanted Wolffe or Cody so badly. But they weren’t here, were they? They were still fighting. Or still trapped in their own heads, more likely. Fox’s fault. He could have stopped it. If only he’d-

“Breathe, Fox.” Thorn pressed his forehead against Fox’s, and patiently waited until Fox had calmed.

Once again, Fox let himself be led, like a tooka kit. Soon Fox heard noises, happy noises. Laughing and banter and cheering. Sounds he hadn’t heard in a long time.

One vod stood above all the others, shouting out a story.

“And then, you know what Tup did? He taunted Krell, may he be dead in horrible agony, and the besalisk fell right into his trap.”

“Kriff Krell,” shouted a vod with a v-shaped tattoo, while a long haired brother laughed in delight next to him. The cry echoed around the vode with much gusto.

“Krell died on his knees, like, like…”

The orator trailed off as he made eye contact with Fox.

Kriff.

Fox tore himself away from Thorn and ignored his shouting as he ran deeper into the forest, further away from the reason he called himself vod’kyramud on the nights where self-pity and shame threatened to drown him.

Someone was chasing him, Fox could hear the rustling behind him.

Fox ran faster and harder, until all the trees blurred together and too fast for him to really dodge-

Fox ran face-first into a tree and collapsed to the ground.

“I don’t think that was your finest moment, vod,” panted someone behind him. Not Thorn.

Fives hoisted Fox up, but Fox let himself fall to his knees, too ashamed to look his, victim, in the eyes.

“Aw jeez,” Fives muttered. “Please, just, don’t.”

I’m sorry, Fox wanted to scream, but his throat was all closed up. I’m so sorry, you were just trying to do your job and I had to do mine-

“Stop,” Fives said firmly, and Fox realized he might have indeed said those words out loud. “It’s ok. You’re right, you know. You never did have a choice.” Fives pulled him up again and held him so he couldn’t fall. “Honestly, I don’t know if Palpatine told you to do it, or you were just trying to protect yourself and your men. But I don’t care. We each just were trying our best, you know?”

Fives chuckled, and pulled Fox so his forehead was against his own. “I’ve had a lot of time to think. To wonder what I was going to say to you, what I was going to do. And even though you don’t need it, you have my forgiveness anyways.”

“I, don’t, deserve it,” Fox sobbed out. If it wasn’t his fault, then why did he feel so painfully guilty?

“It doesn’t matter. I’m giving it to you. Here, take it.” Fives pretended to hand something to Fox, so ridiculous that it pulled a half sob, half chuckle from him.

“Palpatine messed with your head, vod. The more you keep trying to blame yourself, the more you let Palpatine stay there. We were both victims of something so much bigger than either of us.”

Fives turned and pulled him towards the distant fire. “Come one. Why don’t you meet my aliit? They’re a good bunch.”

Fox shuddered. “You’re a good man, Fives. You don’t even need to call me vod. I’m so, so sorry.”

“I know. It’s ok. I forgive you.”

#Commander Fox #Commander Thorn #arc trooper fives #Fives is a good bro #Fox dies and finally takes a nap #Fox panics a lot #Fox doesn't think he deserves good things #commanderfoxweek2021

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suzukiblu · 3 years

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About 3k of handmaiden!Anakin for @thisarenotarealblog. Bit of a timeskip from where we last left off this time, so we're writing a bit out of order right now.

And a read-more, of course!

Obi-Wan has no idea why he's at this party, but he is. It was the Supreme Chancellor's idea, certainly. Usually the Supreme Chancellor is to blame in these situations. Obi-Wan appreciates the man's efforts, but not in this kind of thing.

“Enjoy yourself, Obi-Wan. How often do you take a break?” Palpatine says with a smile, handing him a glass of something definitely alcoholic, and Obi-Wan can’t really argue with that.

He doesn't take breaks, though.

"If you say so, Supreme Chancellor," he says, taking a sip of the drink. It is definitely alcoholic. Palpatine looks amused.

"I do," he says. "Relax. You don't have any responsibilities tonight."

Obi-Wan always has responsibilities.

He drinks the drink, though, and he listens as Palpatine makes political small talk with various senators and other dignitaries, and he follows him from group to group as he does. Palpatine occasionally ropes him into the conversations, but Obi-Wan manages to escape most of them effectively enough. It's a bit of a trick to do it without offending anyone, but he pulls it off, hopefully.

Someone gives him another drink. He’s more than glad to take it.

"Hm," Palpatine says at one point, pausing in his steps between one group and another. Obi-Wan isn't sure what's distracted him, mostly because he's just been hugely distracted himself.

Anakin Skywalker just walked into the building, is the thing. Obi-Wan has no idea where he actually is, but in his defense, the ballroom is crowded and he might be a little tipsy. Or—well, perhaps a little drunk.

But he can feel Anakin Skywalker in the Force like a force, and there is no mistaking his presence. And yes, Obi-Wan is a little drunk, but not drunk enough to miss someone so obvious as that boy. It's been years, but he's never forgotten the feeling of Anakin Skywalker’s Force presence.

He's never forgotten anything about that awful, awful mission.

He exhales, steadies himself, and has another drink. Palpatine continues making his way around the room, continues all his little small talk and pleasantries, and a few minutes later they come face-to-face with Queen Amidala.

Obi-Wan reflexively looks at Padmé, not the handmaiden in the white face paint and red lipstick and golden headdress. The handmaiden is wearing layers upon layers of shining black silk and heavy gold ornaments. Padmé and the rest of her handmaidens are in robes with a simple dark gray ombre, flanking "Amidala".

Palpatine greets Amidala, not Padmé. Amidala inclines her head in reciprocation. Padmé looks at Obi-Wan, just for a moment, and he has to look anywhere else.

She brought Anakin Skywalker here, wherever he is. He can't figure out why. The boy can't be more than . . . twelve? Thirteen, maybe?

He doesn't know.

He should know. Anakin Skywalker should be here with him, in fact, wearing Jedi robes and a padawan braid, and Obi-Wan should know everything about him.

He takes another drink.

"Such a pleasure to see you again, Your Majesty," Palpatine says, smiling serenely at Amidala. Padmé’s eyebrow quirks, and one of the other handmaidens makes a subtle little gesture that Obi-Wan only catches in the reflection of another dignitary's shiny ornamental armor. "It makes me think of home."

"And you as well, Supreme Chancellor," Amidala says. Her voice is a very close match to the way Padmé’s own voice as Amidala was, actually, though that's definitely her actively imitating it. Or she might be wearing some kind of voice modulator; it's hard to tell with all the layers of silk wrapped around her throat. "Naboo misses your company."

"Perhaps one day soon I'll have time to go back for a vacation," Palpatine says, clearly amused by the idea that he'd ever have time for one. "You remember Knight Kenobi, yes?"

"Yes," Amidala says. "Of course."

She bows her head to Obi-Wan. He bows properly in return. He could say something, but all he's thinking about is the smell of burned flesh and the weight of Qui-Gon’s body in his arms.

"Naboo is still very grateful to you, Knight Kenobi," Amidala says. Padmé is watching him intently out of the corner of her eye.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Obi-Wan says, immediately wanting to leave. He doesn't want to be anywhere near all this black silk and bad memories. Everything about Naboo is another reminder of his failures, and Queen Amidala more than most.

He's tried so hard to be a Jedi Qui-Gon would've been proud of, but always there is Qui-Gon’s own death and Anakin Skywalker’s existence.

He can never be the Jedi Qui-Gon would've wanted.

Not that Qui-Gon actually wanted him, in the end.

But that's such a selfish, miserable thought.

"I hope the party is to your tastes, Your Majesty," Palpatine says.

"Of course, Supreme Chancellor," Amidala says, inclining her head politely.

"Good, good," Palpatine says gamely. "I'd hate to see you bored."

"We are far from bored," Amidala says. The handmaidens shift very slightly behind her, but Obi-Wan misses whatever little gesture they've made this time. He's not sure if they're communicating among themselves or just fidgeting, and he's a little too drunk to trust a guess.

It doesn't matter anyway, really. He doubts they'd be saying anything he wants to know.

Or deserves to, more like.

An attendant comes up to Palpatine and murmurs in his ear, and Palpatine pauses to listen, then smiles pleasantly at Amidala and Obi-Wan.

"I may be needed, it seems. Why don't you two catch up?" he says. "I won't be but a moment."

"Supreme Chancellor—" Obi-Wan starts warily, and Palpatine pats his shoulder.

"Offer the queen a dance, Knight Kenobi," he suggests. "I'll be right back."

". . . of course, Supreme Chancellor," Obi-Wan says, too baffled by the idea to argue it. Also he's fairly sure arguing it would come across as an insult to Amidala, so . . .

Palpatine walks away with the attendant. The handmaidens rustle amongst themselves. Amidala looks momentarily bemused, but then clears her face.

"If it pleases Your Majesty," Obi-Wan says, feeling like a fool. He holds out his hand to Amidala, who looks momentarily bemused again but takes it.

And she's not a handmaiden, Obi-Wan realizes the moment their hands touch.

She's Anakin Skywalker.

Hell.

It's too damn late to do anything else, though, so he leads the other to the dance floor. Anakin Skywalker follows with perfect manners, and they step into the dance. Obi-Wan knows it, but not quite as well as Anakin apparently does. It's not too demanding, at least, which is probably for the best for the both of them—Obi-Wan is a little drunk, still, and Anakin is wearing very heavy robes and jewelry. He doubts they're the best for dancing in, though Anakin doesn't seem to mind.

Obi-Wan can feel the handmaidens' eyes on them.

He could speak to him, he supposes, but he can't imagine what he'd say.

What could he, after everything?

"Hi," Anakin says, his voice still a near-faultless match to Padmé’s. Obi-Wan still doesn't know what to say.

"Hello, Anakin," he replies, voice pitched low so as not to carry to the other dancers. Anakin doesn't seem surprised to be recognized. Well . . . Obi-Wan supposes he remembers a bit about Jedi senses, more than likely.

"Nobody calls me that anymore," Anakin says. He doesn't make a face, but Obi-Wan gets the impression that he would, if not for Amidala’s makeup.

"What do they call you, then?" he asks. It's only polite.

"Anaké," Anakin says. Obi-Wan frowns faintly. He would've expected "Ani", he supposes, or just "Skywalker".

"Anaké?" he repeats questioningly.

"Yes," Anakin—Anaké—says. "Except my mom calls me Ani."

"Your mother?" Obi-Wan says, his frown deepening. "Isn't she . . ."

"Padmé bought her," Anaké says.

"Oh." Obi-Wan feels like a fool, again.

"You missed a step," Anaké says.

"Ah—my apologies," Obi-Wan says. Anaké’s right; he did. "It's been some time since I danced."

"You're okay at it," Anaké says, with all the unforgiving bluntness of a teenager. Obi-Wan really doesn't know what he feels right now.

"Thank you," he settles for, diplomatically. He tries not to picture what Anaké might look like without the makeup, and especially not what he might look like in Jedi robes and a padawan braid. That's something that didn't happen, and never will.

Something he couldn't trust himself to let happen.

Something he wasn't strong enough to make happen.

"So you're a knight now?" Anaké says.

"Yes," Obi-Wan says.

"Not a master?" Anaké cocks his head.

"Not yet." Obi-Wan is mostly sure that wasn't meant to be an insult, but the words stab him anyway. He should've taken a padawan by now.

He should've done a lot of things.

"Sorry about your lightsaber," Anaké says.

"What?" Obi-Wan asks blankly. He's wearing his lightsaber.

"Never mind," Anaké says. "Um."

Obi-Wan is about to say something, but then he gets a bad feeling. He tightens his grip on Anaké, and Anaké stiffens.

"What's that?" Anaké says, and then the ceiling blows up. People scream. Obi-Wan throws Anaké to the floor and shields him from the debris with his body, and Anaké lets out a startled yelp. There's already a long vibroblade in his hand. Obi-Wan has no idea where he was hiding that thing.

The handmaidens swarm them. People in armor that Obi-Wan doesn't recognize drop through the ceiling with weapons drawn and start shouting demands. The panicking dignitaries are forced back towards the walls.

Obi-Wan really wishes he hadn't had those drinks earlier.

"Fall back. Don't get pinned down," Padmé says tersely. She's right at their side, a blaster drawn from somewhere within her robes. All the handmaidens are suddenly visibly armed in one way or another, but they're definitely outnumbered.

"Padmé!" Anaké says.

"We'll cover you," another handmaiden says. Obi-Wan thinks she looks familiar, but he doesn't know her name.

They fall back, and Padmé and the handmaiden lay down covering fire. Obi-Wan draws his lightsaber and flicks it on.

He really hopes Palpatine isn't in the building right now. That's not a problem they need.

The attackers shoot back. Obi-Wan dives forward and knocks back a blaster bolt before it can hit the handmaiden. She keeps firing her own blaster over his shoulder, not missing a beat. A few more of the dignitaries and attendants scream.

"Cover!" Obi-Wan barks, slashing another blaster bolt out of the air.

"You're doing fine," the handmaiden says dismissively, firing again.

"Fé!" Padmé shouts. "Fall back!"

The handmaiden sighs, but listens. Obi-Wan covers her retreat, and they fall back towards the heavy buffet tables. Someone's already kicked them over, and they drop back behind them. Fé checks her blaster. Obi-Wan feels like throwing up, which is probably the alcohol's fault.

A few other dignitaries have pulled out hopefully not ornamental weapons and there are guards in the room too, but at this point everyone's taken cover. Obi-Wan can't see or sense Palpatine, so that's some mercy.

Assuming he's not dead, anyway.

Obi-Wan steels himself. Palpatine isn't dead. He isn't even in the damn room.

One of the attackers starts shouting again. Fé takes aim at them, but Padmé puts a hand on her arm to hold her back.

The attacker is clearly under the impression that this is a hostage situation, which is awfully optimistic of them, Obi-Wan thinks. They might have more blasters, but they're nowhere near containing the situation.

"They get one chance to surrender," Padmé says. The handmaidens all nod sharply. Anaké flips his grip on his vibroblade.

Obi-Wan . . . well, he's the Jedi here, isn't he.

"Ready to wave the white flag?" he calls out to their attackers.

"You corrupt bastards will regret your crimes!" one of them yells.

"Oh, well, I could think of a couple people we could let them shoot, then," a handmaiden says.

"Very funny, Yané," Padmé says dryly.

"I was joking?"

"I don't think we should expect them to surrender," Obi-Wan says, adjusting his own grip on his lightsaber.

"Probably not," Padmé sighs.

"Maybe if we shoot a couple of them?" Anaké suggests.

"I do have the shot," Fé says.

"I'm considering it," Padmé says. Obi-Wan wonders if they're always this prepared for chaos. They seem better organized than the guards are. Definitely better than their attackers are.

"Let me take care of this," he says. "I'm the peacekeeper here, after all."

"You've been drinking," Padmé says.

"I'm still capable of negotiating," he says with as much dignity as he can muster. He's not that drunk, dammit.

This is what he gets for letting himself get talked into going to a party.

"I'm more concerned with you being capable of not getting shot or stabbed," Padmé says frankly.

"I'll be fine," Obi-Wan says.

"You almost tripped while we were dancing," Anaké says.

"I did not," Obi-Wan says indignantly. Anaké and the handmaidens give him an unconvinced look.

Teenagers. For Force's sake.

"Just try not to die, please," Padmé says.

"I haven't yet," Obi-Wan says. The attackers fire a few rounds into the ceiling. Some people scream again, which is really not helpful. He sighs, then flicks off his lightsaber.

"We'll cover you," Padmé says.

"That's very thoughtful of you, thank you," Obi-Wan says, clipping his lightsaber to his belt. He really doesn't need the assistance, but he's not going to protest a little bit of insurance either.

Now the question is, can he stand up without getting shot?

Chances may be slim, he admits to himself.

Alright, he may need the assistance. And really, he's done more dangerous things in his life.

"Let's talk, perhaps?" he calls over to the attackers.

"We don't talk to lying politicians!" one of them yells.

"Well, I'm definitely not that," Obi-Wan says.

"Padmé’s not a liar!" Anaké says with a scowl.

"Thank you for your entirely correct priorities in this situation, Anaké," Obi-Wan says dryly.

"Traitors to the people!" another attacker yells, and takes a potshot at the table they're behind. Obi-Wan is grateful that they brought out the heavy-duty furniture for this party.

"I'm going to shoot them now, my lady," Fé says.

"Let's, yes," Padmé says, and fires back at them. The other handmaidens do the same, except for Anaké, who doesn't have a blaster and looks impatient. Obi-Wan considers pulling out his lightsaber again as the attackers return fire. At least they're focused on them, and not any of the less-protected people. No one's died yet, and Obi-Wan would like to keep it that way.

It might be a fool's hope, admittedly, but it's one he lives by.

Enough people have died on his watch in his life.

The table is starting to take some serious structural damage. Obi-Wan gets his lightsaber out again after all.

"I'm going to do something a bit dangerous now," he informs Padmé and the others. "Please don't shoot me."

"No promises," Yané says.

Well, at least they're honest.

Obi-Wan sighs, then shifts into a crouch and leaps over the table with a Force push, high into the air and over the blasterfire. He flicks his lightsaber on and lands in the middle of the attackers, and things proceed logically from there. Some of them attack him; some scatter. He's a bit more worried about the scattering ones, though it looks like the handmaidens are doing their best to pick them off.

Alright, yes, he might've needed the assistance.

Obi-Wan slices his way through opponents as they do their damnedest to kill him, and blasterfire continues to rain down around them all. He's not really sure who's shooting, at this point.

Someone screams, and Obi-Wan senses terror. He jerks his head towards it and finds an attacker doing a very bad job of taking a hostage, by which he means "being viciously stabbed by Anaké".

Very viciously.

Sweet Force, Obi-Wan thinks, then narrowly avoids getting stabbed himself.

The fight is messy but brief, and it doesn't take long. Obi-Wan has been in worse ones, certainly. He does nearly get killed once or thrice, but that's just a normal day, really, and before long he's surrounded by fallen bodies. Padmé shoots past him one last time and takes out one more attacker, and then silence falls in the ballroom.

Obi-Wan rakes his hair back out of his face, trying to catch his breath. He feels . . . pained, a bit, and not because of any injuries.

He just feels Qui-Gon like a lost limb, sometimes.

"Well, that was a bit unfortunate," he says as casually as he can make himself, flicking his lightsaber off.

"A bit of an understatement," Padmé says, standing up and dusting her robes off. The other handmaidens swarm Anaké again, who's busy wiping blood off his hands. It might not be the best example of body-doubling ever committed by the Naboo, but then again, what does Obi-Wan know about either the Naboo or their body-doubling practices. He's certainly never looked into them.

Padmé joins the group around Anaké and steps up to him to carefully wipe a little more blood off of Amidala’s makeup with her thumb. It doesn't smear, to Obi-Wan's mild surprise. He doesn't know much about makeup either, of course.

The guards come out to collect the surviving attackers, and the dignitaries and attendants start coming out as well. Most of them are wary, but they're grateful too.

Obi-Wan doesn't feel drunk anymore, at least, though actually at this point he'd like another drink or two.

He thinks about going over to Amidala and her entourage, but he can't imagine why they'd want him there.

Palpatine comes back as the guards and attendants are cleaning up, looking alarmed.

"What happened?" he says. Obi-Wan still wants another drink.

"Just a minor incident, Supreme Chancellor," he says, though the hall is trashed enough that he doubts that's a convincing statement. "Nothing to worry about."

"I see you've handled things well enough yourself, Obi-Wan," Palpatine says, looking at the lightsaber wounds on the attackers. Obi-Wan straightens up, trying not to look as tired as he feels.

"I had some assistance," he says, tilting his head towards Amidala and her entourage. Palpatine makes a thoughtful noise.

"I see," he says. "Well, it's a good thing you were here."

"I suppose," Obi-Wan says, which logically he recognizes is true, and yet . . .

And yet.

"How was your dance?" Palpatine asks, and Obi-Wan smiles weakly at him.

"Perhaps I owe Queen Amidala another," he says.

"Ah, well, there's always next time," Palpatine says, and Obi-Wan really doesn't know if he ever wants to see Amidala or Padmé or Anaké's faces ever again.

"I suppose," he says again, and watches the handmaidens fuss over the debris-covered hem of Anaké's dark robes, and feels him in the Force like a star: the lineage-brother he'll never have, the padawan Qui-Gon was never able to take, the would-be Chosen One that went unchosen. The boy wearing a queen's face like he's worn it a thousand times, so impossible to miss but so well-hidden all the same.

Obi-Wan still doesn't know what he feels about any of this at all.

He supposes it doesn’t really matter, though.

No one's going to ask him, after all.

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