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Just one bed fluff with a character of your choosing, if it isn't taken yet?! I'm partial to Loki and Tom, but whoever floats your boat in the moment! Congratulations on 200 followers! You deserve them and more, sweetheart!

Sorry this took so long my dear! Hope it was worth the wait. I decided to do Tom for this. :-)

Kicked Out

Rated T - alcohol use, kissing, implied smut

Lots of fluff!

Tom Hiddleston/Reader

The music pulsed around you too loud for the small space. Mechanically you sipped your watered down margarita, trying to push down the depression that threatened to overcome you. If your friends back home could see you now they would be laughing at how excited you had been. Here you were, sitting alone at a hotel bar. This was not how you had envisioned things at all.

It had not all been bad of course. You loved the play you were acting in. Well, of course you did! It was Shakespeare! Even though you had only a bit role you were understudying Desdemona. And the cast was all first rate. You had already learned so much in just a few weeks! The upgrade in quality from your scrappy theater company where it was a struggle to get male performers who came anywhere near the talent level of the women such as yourself to an internationally renowned ensemble boasting genuine stars more than made up for going from playing the lead to a glorified extra.

If only you didn't find yourself feeling so cursedly shy. You had always had a bit of social anxiety, but until this tour it had never been an issue with castmates before. The theater was the one place you had always felt in your element, confident in yourself and able to mingle with everyone. You wished that were the case now.

Being assigned to room with Tisha had seemed like a wonderful stroke of luck at first. Like you she was on her first international tour, and was therefore playing several smaller parts in the ensemble. She was bubbly, outgoing, and talented, immediately drawing the attention of everyone around her. Unfortunately for you, that everyone included Michael, the actor playing Othello. He had become visibly smitten with her during the first read through, ignoring everyone else to shamelessly flirt with her whenever the opportunity presented itself. You would have been happy for her if he wasn't married with a child. The situation didn't seem to bother Tisha, who carelessly told you that she saw the whole thing more as a career move than a real relationship. What happened on the road, she breezily said, didn't effect real life, except for possibly leading to bigger roles down the line when he recommended her for future shows.

It was none of your concern, you had told yourself. They were grown adults and for all you knew he had an understanding with his wife. The problem had begun tonight, when they decided to take their relationship to the next, inevitable level. You had assumed that when this occurred, as you had guessed from the start it would, they would avail themselves of his room. After all, as one of the stars of the production he had a large room all to himself. Unfortunately for you, this did not turn out to be the case. As a married celebrity, Tisha had explained to you in hushed tones, Michael's meant had to be careful in situations such as this. He could never be seen having a woman enter his room, much less stay over night! Of course you wouldn't mind vacating your room for a while, would you? She had pleaded with big puppy eyes in a tone that clearly said she did not expect you to say no, and had somehow ushered you out the door, blithely commenting that you should be able to come back in a few hours, just knock before entering to be sure. The door shutting in your face had been cruel and final.

So here you were, sitting by yourself at the hotel bar with a bartender who looked like he would dearly love to cash you out and head home. You could have found one of the other actors to let you crash wish them, but you didn't really know anyone that well yet. The insecurity that flooded you when you thought of knocking on a virtual stranger's door and asking to sleep on their floor was too overwhelming.

"Trouble sleeping?" a voice like melted caramel asked from just over your shoulder.

You choked on your drink, splashing a bit of it onto your lap and the bar in front of you. You would have recognized that voice anywhere. You heard it often enough in your fantasies. But though it had been three weeks since you had begun working with him you still could not believe that you were now hearing it in person as well. Never in your wildest dreams had you believed that you would actually book a show with Tom Hiddleston.

Turning on your stool you saw the man himself standing behind you. He was so attractive it made you want to cry sometimes. You had come into contact with other celebrities over the years, and in almost every case seeing them up close and personal had somehow ruined the fantasy of them. In real life they had each just seemed... ordinary. With Tom, it was the exact opposite. He was handsome on screen or in pictures, in real life he was literally breathtaking. From the top of his burnished gold curls to the soles of his well worn grey boots and everywhere in between he was perfect.

"You could say that," you laughed uneasily, face turning crimson. You had never spoken to him alone before, and never anything other than vague platitudes at the end of rehearsals or addressed to a group at large.

"Me too," he said, giving you a half grin. "Would you mind if I joined you?"

What could you do but shake your head and gesture to the seat next to you. Pulling out the bar stool he folded his long, lean frame onto it, stretching his legs out. Your feet dangled like a child's from the stool, but his reached the floor with ease you noticed. Damn, but his legs were long!

"I'm always nervous before opening in a new city," he admitted, signaling for the bartender to come over. He ordered a single malt scotch and another daiquiri for you, requesting that the waiter make it with top shelf tequila.

"Still?" you asked, surprised that he would get nervous given his lengthy resume.

"Of course," he shrugged. "Never trust an actor that tells you he's not nervous. He's either lying or not pushing himself hard enough. The day my nerves go is the day I pack it in. The challenge is everything."

"Well, it's good to know it's not just me," you said quietly with a soft smile. You were nervous of course, even if that wasn't why you were there now.

"This is your first professional show, isn't it?" he asked.

You nodded, surprised that he knew. Was your acting that clunky that your lack of experience showed in just your few scenes?

"I watched your audition tape," he told you, grabbing a handful of bar nuts and arranging them on a napkin. "I wanted to come to the auditions, but Ken thought it might make people nervous. I made sure to watch all the tapes though. You were very good. The passion you put into Lady Anne was remarkable."

You blinked at him, all words deserting you. He had seen that? You were quite proud of your Lady Anne, but he was right. It was hard enough to have Kenneth Branagh watching you audition. If Tom had been in the room, you doubt you would have been able to do it.

"Thank you," you said at last after a long pause while he snacked on peanuts. "I had no idea."

"I like having a say in things like that," he shrugged. "When you're doing a show that's this intense, who you're on stage with is a big deal. Also, both Ken and I are firm believers in giving new talent an oppertunity. After all, him taking a chance on me is how I ended up with my career. What kind of person would I be if I didn't pass on the favor. I was the one who pushed for you to be Desdemona's understudy, by the way."

"Really?" you wished the word didn't come out like a squeak.

"Mhm. In fact, I thought you could have played the part. Producers wanted a name though, and I guess you can't blame them. Have to make their money back. Still, you were quite impressive."

You were saved the trouble of responding by the arrival of your drinks. Tom thanked the bartender and asked to have the drinks, including the one you had had before, charged to his room before leaving a large tip on the bar.

"Thank you again," you said, sipping on your new and much stronger drink.

"No need," he waved it off. "Othello was my big break, you know. I played Cassio in a production with Chewitel Eijifor and Ewan McGregor. It was fantastic, but I always wanted to do Iago. I try not to make dream part lists, I'm a bit superstitious that way, but now that I'm actually doing it I can admit it."

"I would think it would be on any actor's list!" you said, trying to hide the fact that of course you knew about his previous Othello, along with every other part on his lengthy cv. "I would like to tackle it myself some day."

"I would love to see that," he smiled, looking sincere. "You have a great facility with the language. And there is no reason why Iago should have to be male. I must say that I greatly appreciate that we live in a time where the gender barriers for such superb parts are beginning to break down. What other roles do you dream of tackling? I promise I won't tell a soul!"

You weren't sure whether it was the alcohol warming you or the way he smiled and listened to you like you were the only person in the world, but you soon found yourself engaged in a long discussion of Shakespeare that ranged from contentious - you would never agree on who the ultimate Richard III was, with you preferring Ian McKellan and Tom being loyal to his good friend Benedict - to the ridiculous. He had you in stitches when he recounted the story of an actor (he refused to name them) who had so completely missed an entrance on press night for Much Ado that Tom and his scene partner had to improve in verse for three minutes. When the poor man had made it onto stage, he had not had time to put his shoes back on. The review in Time Out the next day had gone on for two paragraphs about the social commentary of having a barefooted Don Pedro. By that point you were on your third drink and laughing like old friends, hunched over and shaking with mirth.

"Oh! Yes!" Tom said suddenly, pulling himself up to standing and holding out his hand to you. "Come on!"

"What?" you asked, totally confused.

"This song!" he replied, enthusiasm shining from his face.

"It's a good song," you agreed, listening to Michael Jackson's Beat It blaring out from the speakers.

"Well then?"

"What?"

"Dance with me!"

"Tom..."

"I refuse to take no for an answer," he insisted, dragging you to your feet and onto the dance floor.

Tom's energy was infectious, there was no avoiding it. Abandoning the last shreds of your dignity you surrendered to the music and the exuberance of the man spinning you around the floor. He was good of course, you had seen it on videos often enough, but he made you actually feel like you could dance as well. Michael Jackson turned into Prince and then Tina Turner as the two of you made idiots of yourselves in the empty bar.

"Last call," the beleaguered bar tender called, ruining the vibe.

Looking around you realized that he had put up all of the chairs and wiped down the bar. As tempting as it was to order another drink and prolong the fun, you knew that it was not fair to the poor server. Still, you didn't know what to do with yourself now. Would Tisha and Michael be finished with whatever they were doing? Had it been long enough to go up?

As Tom helped put up the remaining bar stools and finished off his scotch you collected your purse. You stared at your phone, trying to decide whether or not to text Trisha.

"Okay, out with it," Tom said, looking at you with an unwavering stare.

"With what?" you evaded.

"The truth. Why were you down in the bar by yourself? And don't say nerves. I've talked to you enough now to know that you are not the sort to drown your anxiety in alcohol."

"You did," you said, not believing your audacity.

"I came down for tea," he said.

"Tea?" you parroted.

"There was no earl grey in my room. I like to have a cup in the morning while I get ready."

"But you had a scotch! Two of them!"

"Well, I would hardly be a gentleman if I let a lovely lady drink alone," he shrugged. "So. Spill it. What brought you down here all by yourself?"

"Um... it was just... a little crowded in my room," you tried to sound as noncommittal as possible.

"Ah, I see," his quick brain filled in the pieces. "You're rooming with Tisha, aren't you?"

"Yes," you answered slowly.

"So Michael has made his move has he?"

"You know?" you asked, somewhere between mortified and relieved.

"Well, they haven't exactly been subtle," he said with a wry laugh. "Also, he has a bit of a reputation. I had hoped it was just rumor, God knows there are enough of those about me, but it appears in this case there was some truth behind it. Don't tell me they kicked you out?"

"They told me I could come back later," you said quickly, trying for some reason to make them look not quite as selfish and failing miserably.

"Why couldn't they just have gone to his room? No, never mind. Foolish question. You poor thing. I am so sorry you have to deal with this. Would you like me to check with the front desk and get you another room?"

"Oh, no, that's really not necessary!" you said. You could only imagine the talk if that were to happen, trying to explain to the tour manager why there was an additional expense on the invoice. True, it was Tisha and Michael who should be made uncomfortable by it, but you just knew you would be the one to squirm from the scrutiny.

"Well, there is only one thing for it," he said, placing his large hand on the small of your back and ushering you out of the bar. "You shall stay with me."

"What?" for the second time your voice, pride of your acting arsenal, was rendered little more than a dog whistle.

"It's no problem," he shrugged, walking towards the elevator and taking you with him. "I have a large single room all to myself. I'm sure it will be much more comfortable than breaking up whatever your roommate and Michael have going on."

You looked away and bit your lip, trying to decide what to do. It was such a tempting offer. Not that you would ever get any sleep in the same room with this man, but at least you wouldn't have to face the love birds.

"Darling," Tom said, gently turning your face to look you in the eye, "you have no reason to worry. I am not Michael. I would never take advantage of a costar. I just want you to have a comfortable place to get a good night's rest before your performance."

"I never thought... Of course you wouldn't take advantage!" you said with a laugh. As if someone like Tom would try to take advantage of you, you thought. It would be hilarious if he wasn't standing there looking like an overly attentive angel.

"Good, then it's settled," Tom's smile beamed at you. "Come on."

And just like that you found yourself in the unbelievable position of movie star Tom Hiddleston showing you into a large corner hotel room on the top floor. The comparison to your small shared double was insane. You were fairly sure your whole room would fit into his en suite.

"Oh," you gasped, not intending it to be audible.

"What's wrong?" he asked, turning to you all solicitous.

"Nothing," you said miserably, trying not to stare at the giant king size bed. You didn't know why you had expected there to be two beds. He had told you it was a single room. As it was there was not even a couch for you to sleep on. Two large over stuffed chairs took up space on the other side of the room, and hard backed ones surrounded the table near floor to ceiling the windows.

"Ah," he said, perceptively following your thoughts. "Yes. One bed. If you like I can sleep in the chair."

"Oh, don't be ridiculous!" you blurted out.

"I assure you, I have suffered much worse," he smiled. "If you feel uncomfortable sharing, I will gladly curl up in the armchair."

"No, that's just silly," you said, swallowing around the lump in your throat. "After all, the bed is so big you could fit five people in it. As long as you don't mind, that is."

"Not a bit," he said rubbing the back of his neck. "Now, let me find you something to sleep in."

To no surprise you soon found yourself in a pair of long running shorts and a Legend t-shirt. You surreptitiously pinched yourself to make sure this was real. To be dressed in one of the patented Hiddleston outfits was surreal to say the least.

You walked out of the bathroom to find Tom sitting on the edge of the bed in his own pair of jogging shorts, glorious broad chest bare. Trying desperately not to stare, you shyly walked around to the other side of the bed.

"Left side alright for you?" he asked, always the gentleman.

You nodded and quickly got yourself under the covers, pulling the blankets up to your chin. Tom turned off the light and got himself situated, leaving the bedding down at his waist. In the dim light you could just make out the whirl of hair on his chest as he curled onto his side facing you. Your fingers itched to reach out and feel it, but you managed to keep them to yourself. You could feel the heat radiating from him, like a live fire warming your body. He reached out gently and touched your face with the backs of his fingers, still staying to his side of the wide mattress.

"It was lovely getting to know you, darling," he said quietly. "Rest well."

You smothered the whimper threatening to erupt and rolled onto your side, facing the window as far away from him as you could get without hanging off the edge. Attempting to ignore the pooling desire in your center you settled in for what was sure to be a long, sleepless night.

When the alarm went off you almost jumped out of your skin. Blearily you tried to sit up, but a strong arm around you kept you anchored to the bed. A murmured curse sounded behind you and the beeping stopped. A face buried itself in your hair as you were pulled closer to the wall of chest at your back.

Oh sweet lord! you thought, as awareness of your location flooded into your brain. Gingerly you opened one eye just enough to confirm that you were half way across the bed in the center of the mattress. You must have rolled over in your sleep, you realized. Which of course meant that Tom had also drifted to the middle of the bed to meet you in what could only be described as he the most comfortable and simultaneously uncomfortable embrace of your life.

He felt divine. He body was all pliant skin over hard muscle, Warm and soft and deliciously scented. His obscenely large hand splayed across your waist, just below your breasts, to rest against the stripe of bare flesh where your borrowed t-shirt had ridden up in your sleep. His legs, those impossibly long limbs you had admired in the bar last night, were pressed against you, one rising up to hook over your own. It was heaven. If only it was intentional. Silently as you lay in his embrace your mind cringed awaiting the moment he woke the rest of the way and realized that the woman in his arms was only you, a pathetic cast mate he had taken pity on when she was cast out of her own room.

When you could bear it no longer, you tried to gently pull away from him. Once again his arm tightened around you, holding you close to him. You closed your eyes and tried to think of a way to delicately extricate yourself. That was when you heard your name, mumbled in his honey warm voice made rough by sleep into your hair.

"Stay," he said, snuggling further into you. "Please."

Well, when he asked so nicely! Really, you decided, when would you ever have such a chance again. Surrendering to the bliss, you allowed yourself to sink back against him. You would soak up these moments, you decided. Save them for when you were feeling lonely, or needed a happy memory to see you through a hard time. After all, what could be better than being held in Tom Hiddleston's strong arms?

It was too short a time before the alarm went off again. Tom swore, lifting his arm from around your body to turn it off. You felt him, more fully awake this time, realize the situation you found yourselves in. His body stiffened and his leg quickly slid off of yours.

"I am so sorry," he said, pulling his head from where it had lain in the top of your hair. "Please, darling, forgive me. I didn't mean to take advantage."

"No need to apologize," you assured him, trying to sound as though this sort of thing happened to you every day. "After all, we were both asleep."

"It's just been so long since I've had a beautiful woman in my bed," he sighed, arm rising to cover his eyes. "My body just reacted instinctually."

"Beautiful?" you heard yourself say, a note of disbelief in your voice.

"Can you doubt it?" he asked, sounding surprised himself.

"Generally speaking," you laughed, thinking that this man calling anyone beautiful was like the sun calling a lightning bug bright.

"My darling, you are stunning," he said, rising up on his elbow to look at you. "You are also intelligent, funny, and delightful. I thought I had a crush on you before I got to know you last night, but now..."

"You have - a crush?"

"Damn," he said quietly. "Forgive me. I should not have said that."

Slowly, not daring to believe what you had just heard, you rolled over so that you were facing him. Hair mussed and eyes slightly unfocused Tom looked even more devastating than usual. A light growth of stubble shadowed his jaw, and in the dawn light his freckles stood out against his pale skin.

"Did you mean it?" you asked, stunned.

"There are few things as attractive... as sexy as talent," he said quietly, not meeting your eye. "When I saw you act, well, I could scarce keep my eyes off of you."

"You do realize that you are the most talented person I have ever seen," you told him, shock bringing out your candid side.

"You are very kind," he blushed.

"I am very honest," you answered. "You really think of me like that?"

"I think of you all the time," he replied, looking at you at last. "Often like that. I have spent the last three weeks trying to work up the courage to speak with you. When I saw you sitting alone in the bar last night, I thought someone must have heard my prayers."

"I am in a dream," you said. "I am in a dream and any moment now I will wake up and be back in the small black box theater performing for ten people."

"If you are in a dream than I am too," he smiled. "Darling, I understand if you want to leave. Things with me are never simple. It is an unfortunate side effect of the career I have chosen. But if you are willing to try, I would love to court you."

"Court me?" you grinned at his archaic turn of phrase. "Like with flowers and poems and such?"

"If you would like," he said, surprising you once more. "I have written a poem or two in my day, though I am more adept at songs. They are more forgiving. For now, we could perhaps start with breakfast?"

"Breakfast sound wonderful," you said, realizing suddenly that you were in fact hungry.

"I will order room service then," he nodded. "But first, sweetheart, would it be too forward of me... may I kiss you?"

Unable to speak you nodded your head once. Tom smiled, and reached down to grasp your chin gently between his thumb and finger. With an aching tenderness he brought his lips to yours. The kiss was soft and sweet and full of promise. You felt it all the way down to your toes in ways that far more invasive kisses had never moved you. Your back arched and you molded yourself to him, his free arm encircling you to hold you close. Emboldened by the embrace, you let your own hands find their way around him and to his back where they slid down the naked skin in a caress. With a quiet moan he pulled away, and you briefly felt his arousal brush against your let as he let you go.

"The things you do to me," he sighed, fingers lightly tracing your face.

"I know what you mean," you breathed, feeling light headed from the kiss.

"I started this leg of the tour irritated at Michael," he confided. "Now I am tempted to send him a thank you gift. What do you thing? Champagne? Chocolates?"

"If we give them all that, won't it just encourage them the next night?" you giggled.

"Ah, now you see my clever plan," he teased. "How else can I hope to get you back in my bed?"

"Tom," you spoke seriously, "clever plans are not needed. All you need do is ask."

"Hmm," he grinned, pulling you close once again. "I am suddenly more happy than I can say that they forgot my tea."

"So am I," you smiled, nestling in against him. "You have no idea."

"Well then," he said. "You will just have to show me. Fortunately, we have months to go, and I for one have never been so happy to start a tour."

As you burrowed back together under the covers you could not help but agree.

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Rise of Skywalker: 10 Theories About Rey's Parents | ScreenRant

It would be no understatement to say there are various mysteries that are currently unanswered in the Star Wars universe. How did Maz Kanata acquire Luke Skywalker’s old lightsaber? How was Supreme Leader Snoke able to turn Kylo Ren to do the dark side? Was Anakin Skywalker’s father actually Sheev Palpatine this whole time?

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We’re expecting answers to many of our burning questions when The Rise of Skywalker releases later this year. And top of the list of things we want to be answered is Rey’s parentage. Neither The Force Awakens or The Last Jedi shed much light on their identities, leaving fans to theorize more than ever before. Here are 10 theories about Rey’s parents and who they might be.

10 They Might Be Nobody

The Last Jedi was a controversial Star Wars movie, one that split the fan base due to director Rian Johnson’s determination to subvert all our expectations. And one of the issues many people had was when Kylo Ren announced to Rey that her parents were mere nobodies, Jakku drunkards who sold her for drinking money when she was young.

Many believe this won’t be the case. Kylo could have been lying just to manipulate Rey into joining the First Order and turning her back on the resistance. But it would certainly be a surprise if Rey were to have no special origins given how powerful she is. Whether Disney stick or twist for the final chapter of the Skywalker saga is something only time will tell.

9 They Could Be Gone

Kylo Ren also claimed that Rey’s parents were buried in an unmarked grave in the Jakku desert. And, even if they turn out to be nobody, there’s a chance that they may no longer be alive - for a variety of reasons other than the fact they could have drank themselves to death.

What if Rey was so powerful growing up she accidentally killed them? We’ve seen her tempted by the dark side of the force in both sequel trilogy installments so far and it’s not entirely out of the question that she could lose control of her actions and do something she regrets. Similarly, the First Order could have murdered them and she was hidden for her own sake or they could have been people who fought up against them and were slain for their actions.

8 They Could Be Han Solo and Qi’ra

Solo: A Star Wars story was a solid, if unspectacular, installment of the series. One of its high points was, however, the relationship between Han Solo and Qi’ra. Separated lovers when younger, the movie spends much time playing on their chemistry, with the duo joining forces to take down villains Dryden Vos and Tobias Beckett before going their separate ways at the end of the blockbuster.

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And the fact both Han and Qi’ra are rebellious, capable fighters has led to talk that Rey could be their child. Qi’ra mysteriously disappeared to work under Darth Maul at the end of the movie and it’s likely her and Han crossed paths again at some point in time. They could have abandoned Rey on Jakku due to the rising threat of the First Order or even to avoid Leia Organa from finding out. It’s a theory that would, at the very least, place greater importance on Solo within the franchise.

7 They Could Be Han Solo and Leia Organa

Han Solo always seemed to know more about Rey than he let on. A notoriously stubborn and individualistic person, it was rather out of character when he allowed the young Jakku scavenger to stay with him after they meet on the Millennium Falcon. He seemed paternal towards her, dishing out words of wisdom and acting as the father figure she never had while growing up.

Leia has always seemed warm to Daisy Ridley’s character as well, embracing her at the end of The Force Awakens shortly after Han’s death. They sensed darkness within Ben Solo at an early age - did they sense the same within Rey? It seems unlikely that they’re her parents given they’d of surely said something by now but, given how Star Wars loves to surprise its fans, it’s still something that can’t be ruled out.

6 Keri Russell May Play One Of Them

Keri Russell is joining Star Wars for The Rise of Skywalker and there’s plenty of rumours that she’ll be playing a bounty hunter named Zori Bliss. And there’s another rumour that Zori will actually turn out to be Rey’s mother and had a key reason for leaving her marooned on the planet of Jakku while as a young child.

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The theory is that the First Order went around rounding up force-sensitive individuals in order to avoid any threats against both Supreme Leader Snoke and Kylo Ren. Bliss then could have hidden her away in order to avoid her becoming the latest casualty of the organization’s villainous reign. There’s even whispers Lando knows about Rey due to the fact he rubbed shoulders with some dodgy people back in the day and this would be an interesting route for Disney to go down.

5 Luke Skywalker Could Be One Of Them

Every Star Wars fan was excited to see Luke Skywalker in The Last Jedi, particularly how Disney had decided to hold the character back throughout much of The Force Awakens. However, he ended up being a bit of the damp squib, cutting a miserable and gloomy figure and doing barely anything of note. By the end of the movie, hopes that he was related to Rey were extinguished.

But there’s still plenty we don’t know about Luke. What if he found time to hook up with somebody while also trying to train a new generation of Jedi? Luke seemed to know Rey before even knowing her name and his decision to train her, having previously been against the idea, seemed a little too spontaneous. What if Luke, after all, is actually the father?

4 Obi-Wan Kenobi Could Be One Of Them

This was a theory that did the rounds immediately after the release of The Force Awakens in 2015. What if Obi-Wan Kenobi was Rey’s father? After all, Ewan McGregor remains keen to reprise his role as the Jedi and he did spend many years on Tatooine keeping an eye on Luke Skywalker. That, coupled with the fact his voice can be heard during Rey’s flashback scene, has certainly got people theorizing.

The maths doesn’t really add up - Rey must have been born well after Kenobi’s death - but nothing can be ruled out. Obi-Wan Kenobi could even have created her as a force ghost. If Yoda can use lightning despite being dead then why not, right? Again, it’s unlikely, but definitely possible.

3 They’re Two Jedi We Don’t Know Yet

We know that the First Order, like the Empire before them, want to rule the galaxy with an iron fist. And that means no force-sensitive individuals to threaten their positions of power using the old magic arts. Therefore, it’s possible that Rey was birthed by two Jedi in hiding who abandoned her in order to protect themselves.

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Jedi aren’t perfect - they make plenty of mistakes - and it is definitely plausible that two in hiding would not want a third to bring them to harm or danger. Rey definitely was dumped on Jakku, rather than born there, and with Supreme Leader Snoke and Kylo Ren bringing much fear to the galaxy it would make sense placing your force-sensitive loved one somewhere they’d never think to look.

2 They Were Involved With The First Order

While Rey’s parents could be Jedi on the run who wanted to protect both themselves and her from harm, what if she was actually birthed by members of the First Order who were actually so scared of her being discovered they sent her away in fear of both her, and themselves, being punished?

Rogue One went a bit down this route with Galen Erso and Jyn Erso. She was hidden from the Empire to keep her safe while her father continued working for the enemy, trying to sabotage them from within. Richard E. Grant has signed on for The Rise of Skywalker as Admiral Pryde - so what if he was her father who hid her to avoid Kylo Ren and Supreme Leader Snoke from hunting her from within? He could be Galen Erso Round 2.

1 They Don’t Exist

Rey may actually not have any parents at all. Because it’s possible that she was actually created by Emperor Palpatine - or by somebody else - this theory exists due to the scene in The Last Jedi where she is tempted by the dark side and, when hunting for the identity of her parents, she comes across a mirror that shows multiple versions of herself.

This suggests that she’s a clone and, given how Palpatine went about cloning himself during the Star Wars: Legends material, that could be her origins. Palpatine may even have created her using the medichlorians, with many believing him to have done the same to Anakin during the prequel trilogy. One thing is for sure, though: we’ll know the truth about Rey’s parents when the Rise of Skywalker comes out later this year.

NEXT: Star Wars: 10 Kylo Ren Predictions For Rise Of Skywalker

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Beauty and the beast - Review

“Disney’s animated classic takes on a new form, with a widened mythology and an all-star cast. A young prince, imprisoned in the form of a beast, can be freed only by true love. What may be his only opportunity arrives when he meets Belle, the only human girl to ever visit the castle since it was enchanted” - IMDb

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I’m speechless. In every way, a fantastic movie with extraordinary effects and amazing acting from everyone. Already when the known Disney castle was shown, I could feel that this would be a wild experience.

The original version of “Beauty and the beast”, has always given me some special feelings, and never fails to touch me. This adaptation certainly didn’t let me down. Everything from the lines to the small details seemed to bring tears to my eyes. Especially the scene in the ballroom made me very emotional and the tears were very close to flowing. It makes me happy that they were able to maintain so many beloved things from the original movie, and still managed to make it new, innovative and completely their won.

Let’s talk a bit about the special effects and all the visual.

They have kept many of the old scenes and made them big and phenomenal. For example the ballroom scene, they managed to recreate it nearly one hundred percent. The only thing I could have wished for, were if they could have made his smoking a bit closer to the original one, so it would be a bit more like a uniform, ‘cause it was really charming in the cartoon.

Another scene that really impressed me, was when she was seated at the table and presented for all the food. I don’t want to know how much time and effort it took to make that little five minutes sequence, which was filled whit everything a one could have wished for. It was in a weird way, very Broadway-like. The big scenography and the big “dance” number, was perfect in every way.

I was so impressed by the way they managed to bring they beast to life. I must admit I was a little emotional when he was shown at first. He looked to real, and they still managed to make him lovable and charming. Another thing they succeed to bring to life, was the different furniture’s around the castle. There were at no time it struck my mind that they were computer made, 'cause they just seemed so real and you really believe it. They gave them so much character and brought them to life really beautifully.

You really get sucked into a completely different world, and I really hope it will be a movie which gets recognising for the beautiful effects and will be remembered in the future award season.

The cast was spot-on. From little Tip to Belle.

My father asked me if you would think of Herminie when watching Emma Watson acting, and it really wasn’t a thought that struck me. Emma Watson really was developed beautifully, both as an actor and as a person. She was capable of transforming completely into Bell, and “throw” past performances away and make it all about this one. A think that means a lot to me, when watching actors act, is if they have their eyes whit them and manage to play with their eyes. Emma really does that, and it feels like it comes deep within her soul. It shines out of her, how much she wants this role and maybe in a way, how much she wants to make the possible best adaptation of such a beloved princess. Her voice, especially in the songs, is so pure and beautiful and is one I could listen to for hours. I really do believe, that they couldn’t have found a better person to play Belle, than Emma.

Dan Stevens is an unknown actor for me, so I didn’t had any expectations for his acting. But holy cow, I was impressed. His voice was, for me, the PERFECT choice for voicing the beast. It has this deep, but still mild tone. Even when he changed into a person again, it still had this lovely deep tune which fit fantastic for the role. His work with the beast is so well done, especially when you think about that he walked around on stilts and made motion capture. Dan’s movement was spot-on and was very identical to the original one, even though it was his own movement. When he was transformed into a human again, at first I was a bit skeptical if he was the right fit for Adam, but then I realized that Adam isn’t the “perfect” looking prince we know from other fairytales. Adam has a very rustic look, that Dan Stevens also has, and therefore I felt like he was meant for the beast. I believe, and hope, that he becomes an actor we will see much more of.

Ohh, and now to my beloved Luke Evans. Luke has always had a special place in my heart since 2010-2011. Watching him grow bigger and bigger in Hollywood is so surreal and it makes me so proud. From seeing him for the first time in “The Three Musketeers” and to now seeing him in big movies like “Fast and furious”,“The Hobbit” and now playing Gaston in “Beauty and the beast” is crazy and an amazing development. I remember when it was first announced that he was taking on the role as Gaston, that the internet was liking it, and so was I. Luke is normally such a humble and unselfish person, and he manages to play a selfish bastard with bravura. As he said himself, he wanted to create a character that people would fall for and like, and then be forced to hate, but with confusion and sadness, and I really think he succeeds in that. He shows his inner Gaston and is capable of recreating the Gaston one knows from the cartoon. Even small thing he managed to bring onto the screen, and I think it shows that he is really passionate about his career and wants to do best as possible. I’ve always wanted to be able to hear more footage from his days on the musical stage, and now they’re finally is more and even something so well composed as this.

The last ones I want to highlight is Ewan McGregor, Ian McKellen and Emma Thompson. Never in my wildest fantasies, I would have hoped for something so good as this. Their voices fitted so well, and it felt like it always has been them voicing the different furnitures. Something I especially loved was Ewan McGregor’s sweet French accent. He really nailed that one. Emma Thompson’s version of “Beauty and the beast” was fantastic. Her voice was so beautiful, and she fitted the role so amazingly. Ian McKellen gave another stunning performance, and it was so great to hear him sing. He has just the right tone for mimicking Clocksworth. I get so impressed every time a cartoon manage to move me, even if you can’t see the facial expression as you can on real people. Some people can give all it take to make a stunning performance through their voices, as they do in this movie.

Lastly, I want to compliment the well-composed music and the beautiful costumes. Hollywood has come so far, and do anything to get people dragged into a different world. The costumes were so beautiful and true-to-life, and one could dream completely away to a different time with beautiful dresses and well-dressed men. The music was spot-on, and the different actor’s voices were beautiful and filled with power. I could really fell that this production is made by a bunch of dedicated people, who wanted to the best as possible.

Huge congratulations to Disney for making yet another amazing movie for dreaming away. And congratulations to Bill Condon for making such a beautiful musical. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. And thank you from my inner child, you made her proud.

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