#it's very clear why Luke brought the blue lightsaber

[darth-memes]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KELLY MARIE TRAN!

I could talk about this color theory for hours. I kinda fell down a rabbit hole.

#star wars #sw memes #the last jedi #sequel trilogy #rose tico #finn #finn star wars #like literally #every single color has a meaning #and if you follow it #it's very clear why Luke brought the blue lightsaber

[maria-scribbles]

we’re just like kevin bacon!

prompt: for @bricksatanakinswindow​ ‘s halloween writing challenge! this was initially inspired by "mortal enemies accidentally showing up in matching costumes every fucking year" but once i started writing it kind of snowballed from there and i ended up with this lmao

ship: jj maybank x fem!reader

word count: 4.6k+ (i think this is the shortest thing i’ve ever written lol)

warnings n stuff: childhood enemies to lovers, swearing, mention of underage drinking, halloween shenanigans, makin' out, smut (not too explicit but i still think it's spicy enough to need an 18+ warning), jj and the reader being cute lil nerds and quoting movies back and forth, the author blatantly using some of her personal favorite movies/shows as inspiration for costumes, the author also making her opinions on ghostbusters clear (instead of the human trash can peter venkman, stan the adorable dork known as ray stantz for clear skin)

a/n: this was hella fun to write and i already have so many more halloween fic ideas bouncing around in my head (it's spoopy season, y'all!). title of this fic comes from guardians of the galaxy 😊

Of three things in life you were certain.

One, you loved Halloween more than any other holiday of the year; after all, you and your twin brother Mason were born just after one AM on October 31st so you could say a penchant for all things spooky was in your blood.

Two, Sarah Cameron was your best friend. Being neighbors your whole lives, the two of you were thick as thieves and spent almost every day together, much to the annoyance of both your brother and hers; as much as you loved Mason, sometimes you wished Sarah was your twin instead of him and you knew without question the blonde girl would trade Rafe for you in a heartbeat (with little to no guilt, in fact.). 

And three, you absolutely hated JJ Maybank. You'd been at the top of each other's shit lists ever since you were both six years old, when he made fun of you for the stutter you'd had back then and you dumped a full milkshake over his head as payback, and even as time passed and you grew out of your stutter, your disdain for the blond pogue only grew stronger. He was infuriating, plain and simple, and the mere mention of his name made steam come out of your ears. 

The boy was just good at being annoying and seemed to love pushing everyone's buttons, yours especially, and always found ways to get under your skin without fail every single time your paths crossed (which was way too often for your liking, but running in the same friend group made it hard to avoid each other). It became an unspoken thing, the great Y/L/N-Maybank feud, with both of you trying your hardest to piss the other off until one of your mutual friends or your brother broke it up and pulled you to opposite corners of the metaphorical ring to take a breather before the next round.

You'd never admit it but deep down you kind of liked it. You liked being at the center of his attention (granted, it was antagonistic in nature but it was attention all the same), his bright blue eyes following your every move whenever you were within his sights and you liked that you were in his thoughts even when you weren't around, a fact proven to you by the tiny notebook Kiara carried around in her pocket recording how many times he mentioned your name. Knowing you lived rent free in his mind brought you an embarrassingly high level of satisfaction that you'd absolutely deny feeling if anyone ever asked, just as you'd deny the fact that he lived rent free in your mind, too.

...At least for most of the year. Everyone, including JJ, knew that to you Halloween was a damn-near sacred time. He knew never to mess with you during the weeks leading up to the holiday and definitely never on the day itself, lest he want yet another milkshake dumped over his blond head. He knew that, the whole damn island knew he did and yet...somehow, some way, he managed to get your blood boiling every. single. year. And you, like a masochistic idiot, let him. 

It all started when you were twelve.

You, Mason, and your friends were finally old enough to go to the annual youth party held on the sprawling lawn of the Island Club, an event you'd been looking forward to attending every Halloween since you were eight. Of course, you were excited for the dancing and games and food but the thing you couldn't wait the most for was the costume contest, a chance to show off your skills and prove to everyone on the island that Y/N Y/L/N was the undisputed queen of Halloween.

So what if your hopes were a little too high (considering you were only twelve and going up against kids ranging from your age to fifteen), you were still gonna give it your all; you spent weeks perfecting not only your costume but your brother's as well with your mom, helping her cut fabric and sew zippers, styling wigs and painting props until everything was perfect. 

"Oh my God, Y/N!" Sarah, dressed as Cinderella, yelled from the passenger seat of her dad's SUV when they swung by to pick you up. "You look amazing!"

"So do you!" You said, slipping into the back seat in between a miserable-looking Rafe as Sarah Sanderson ("I lost a bet," he explained with a scowl) and Mason, holding your mini R2-D2 on your lap. Was it kind of cheesy, dressing up as the most iconic twins in movie history? Probably, but you really didn't care because Leia Organa was a total boss bitch and Mason was practically over the moon that he got to be his ultimate silver screen hero and swing around his very own lightsaber as Luke Skywalker.

"The Force is strong with you two." Ward joked, earning an eye roll from both of his children as he drove to the Island Club to drop you off. Rafe immediately disappeared into the crowd to meet up with Topper and Kelce and the three of you went off to find your own friends, skirting around the edge of the party toward the snack tables, also known as the most likely place for them to be.  

You spotted Kiara first, looking like an actual princess in her Tiana costume and waved, smiling when she waved back and beckoned you over as she said something to Pope, dressed as Albert Einstein, that made him start laughing hysterically.

"What's so funny?" You asked, reaching between them to grab two handfuls of pretzels and immediately dropping one into your brother's outstretched palm, careful to keep the sleeve of your white dress away from the bright orange-iced cupcakes on the table. 

The two of them exchanged a look that instantly made you realize something was Up™ but before either of them could answer, Mason asked around a mouthful of pretzels, "Where're Tweedledee and Tweedledum?"

"J, why didn't we think of that?" John B's voice came from somewhere over your shoulder and when you turned to face him, you nearly dropped both the droid cradled in the crook of your elbow and the snacks in your hand. Not because of John B and his hilarious Chewbacca costume but because of the fact that JJ Maybank, the one person you hated the most on the whole entire island, was dressed as Han freakin' Solo. 

"Yikes." Someone muttered behind you -it sounded like Sarah but you weren't really sure- and Mason nearly choked on his pretzels as he tried and failed miserably to keep himself from laughing. 

"You've gotta be kidding me." You huffed, rolling your eyes as JJ crossed his arms and glared in your direction, blaster hanging from the holster on his hip.

"Listen, Princess, I'm not too happy about this, either."

"Oh, shut up, you nerfherder."

"Who you calling-" Mason and John B cut in and pulled you both in opposite directions before either of you could turn it into a shouting match, your brother physically grabbing you around the waist and carrying you off while the latter caught the back of JJ's vest and dragged him away. Despite their best efforts to keep you apart, you ran into each other more times than you could count and spent a minute or two squabbling like cats and dogs each time until one of them intervened once again. It was childish, it was immature, and it was fun, even though you'd never, ever admit it. Ever.

You didn't win the costume contest that year in the way you'd imagined at all. Still, first place in the group category was a win in your book and it felt good, even if one of the members of your unintentional Star Wars posse was someone who tested every bit of patience you had. The four of you split the cash prize and you went home 25 bucks richer, stashing it away for next year's costume and pushing the thought of accidentally matching with your mortal enemy from your mind. 

You had no idea this thing was only just beginning.

The next year, you let Sarah and Kiara convince you to match with them and the three of you rolled up to the party as the Pink Ladies -you as Rizzo, Sarah as Sandy, Kiara as Frenchy- only to run right into the boys, your brother included, dressed as the T-Birds. John B, perfectly in character as Danny, immediately whisked Sarah off to dance while Pope, the most adorably awkward Doody you'd ever seen, went to grab some snacks with Kiara, leaving you stuck with the bane of your existence as, of course, fucking Kenickie (Mason, as Sonny, dipped sometime before then without you noticing). The two of you spent the whole evening glaring at each other and hurling insults back and forth at breakneck speed, more in character than either of you'd ever want to acknowledge and for the second year in a row, you won first place in the group costume category.

At fourteen, you went as Princess Buttercup and JJ showed up as Westley, fake sword in hand as he followed you around all night like an annoying fly, sarcastically drawling "as you wish" every time you so much as glanced in his direction. Your brother, dressed as Inigo Montoya, nearly pissed himself laughing and you wanted to snatch both of their prop swords and shove them up their asses. You came in first again in the group costume contest and begrudgingly split the prize three ways. 

At fifteen, you worked hard on a Dr. Ellie Sattler costume from Jurassic Park, he strolled in as a disheveled Dr. Alan Grant with mud splattered boots and tattered clothes, and you really regretted not taking the offer to be the Tai to Sarah's Cher and Kiara's Dionne. Once again, Mason laughed so hard his face turned red and you were tempted to grab the sword he was holding and beat him over the head with it, not just for laughing at you but also for the completely atrocious Jack Sparrow costume he wore. To your absolute horror, you and JJ won the contest in the duo category and you wanted to melt into the ground when they called you onto the makeshift stage to collect your reward. 

When you were sixteen, you and your friends "graduated" to the party held for the older teens inside the club itself. With costume rules a little more lax than they were for the younger kids, you decided to go as (an only slightly sexy) Janine Melnitz, complete with a prop telephone you answered every so often with a loud "Ghostbusters, whaddya want?!" much to the embarrassment of Mason, who was once again dressed as Luke Skywalker, this time in the fatigues he wore while training on Dagobah in The Empire Strikes Back.

You strutted into the party in your heels and pencil skirt only to nearly fall flat on your face when you caught sight of JJ in a terrible black wig and glasses, proton pack strapped to his back and 'Spengler' printed on the front of his jumpsuit. Your brother winced when you all but screeched "Again?!" right into his ear and grabbed your elbow, dragging you over to an empty table and depositing you into an open chair.

"There's no way this is a coincidence anymore! He could've picked Venkman, with all the womanizing and lowkey being a creep and thinking he's God's gift to mankind? It would've been the perfect choice! He's not nearly adorable or dorky enough to be Stantz or sassy enough to be Winston-"

"Jesus, you have a lot of feelings about Ghostbusters," Mason muttered, rolling his eyes when you shot him a withering glare.

"Shut up! Listen to me, there's no way in hell Maybank randomly decided to be, out of alllll the 'Busters, Egon fuckin' Spengler, okay? He had to have somehow known I was coming as Janine and did it just to piss me off!"

Your brother heaved a deep, heavy sigh that made you want to smack him and fixed you with a deadpan stare. "Or, have you pulled your head out of your own ass long enough to think that maybe you're just becoming...predictable?"

You really did smack him then, hard on his exposed shoulder and he yelped, scowling as he rubbed at the red mark you left behind. "Ow! What the hell, bitch?!"

"Don't you dare call me predictable, you dickhead! I pride myself on my costumes being very unique and unexpected -you know, out of the box!"

"Hate to break it to you but they're not really out of the box if Maybank shows up in a matching one every single year." He said with an infuriating, shit-eating grin, patting your shoulder before straightening the plush Yoda strapped to his back. "I'm gonna go get some food, wanna come with?"

Still miffed at his comment, you shoved his arm away and glanced down at your lap, ignoring your brother's sassy "your loss" as he headed toward the snack tables. Not even a minute passed by before his empty seat was taken and you groaned when you looked up to see who it was, your eyes meeting a pair of bright blues behind tacky, oversized glasses. 

"Hi, Janine."

"...Egon."

The two of you sat in silence after that, watching the dancing crowd under the flashing neon lights and sparkling disco ball until you saw him turn to face you out of the corner of your eye.

"Why Janine?" 

"Huh?" You turned to face him, too, one eyebrow raised in a perfect arch as he gestured toward your costume.

"Why did you dress up as Janine, Y/L/N?"

"I've always liked her sassiness and 'I like to play racquetball.'" You offered a casual shrug of your shoulders and carefully stuck a finger under your wig to scratch an annoying itch above your ear. "Why'd you pick Egon, Maybank?"

"He's my favorite." He answered simply with his own shrug, shooting you a genuine, real smile that you, for who knows what reason, found yourself returning without a second thought. "Smart, hilarious -plus, 'I like to collect spores, mold, and fungus.'"

For the first time in your life, your eyes rolled out of amusement and not annoyance at something that JJ Maybank said and, to your complete surprise, it kind of felt...right. "Really? I'd have pegged you for a Venkman stan."

"Are you kidding? He's the worst!" 

Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think you'd sit across from your hated enemy, not only having a civil -hell, downright enjoyable- conversation but actually smiling right along with him, laughing at his jokes and doing your best to ignore the sudden flutter in your stomach each time you caught sight of his slightly crooked teeth when he grinned. You didn't even notice when your brother returned with Kiara, dressed as Moana, at his side and two heaping plates of snacks in his hands until his chair scraped gratingly across the hardwood floor. 

"Kie, are you seeing this? Pigs must be flying 'cause they're actually smiling at each other." Mason said, cackling as Kiara turned to squint out the window.

"Yeah, I think I see one or two soaring around out there." She giggled and sent a mischievous wink in your direction. With your face feeling like it was on fire, you flipped them both the bird and took off, disappearing into the crowd and leaving all your traitorous, confusing thoughts about JJ behind with the boy himself; it was Rafe's last party at the Club and he owed you a dance anyway, but even as your best friend's older brother, cute as hell in his Thor costume, playfully twirled you around the floor to the Ghostbusters theme song, you felt more than your partner's blue eyes on you.

To no one's surprise, you and JJ won the duo category for the second year in a row and when you joined him onstage to collect your prize and didn't feel like you'd rather die than be up there by his side, you suddenly realized you were only certain about two things in life instead of three. 

At seventeen, you were confident you and JJ wouldn't be matching for once (after last year, though, you were kind of thinking it wouldn't be that bad of a thing). You'd gone cult classic for your costume, pulling inspiration from your mom's favorite move, 1999's The Mummy, and put together a screen-accurate Evelyn Carnahan in her iconic black dress, including a handmade Book of the Dead and matching key. You blackmailed Mason with pictures of him, drunk as a skunk and dressed in your Janine costume from the previous year, and got him to go as Jonathan, complete with a pith helmet and prop bottle of The Glenlivet.  

But, as always, JJ managed to surprise you. You literally ran right into his chest and if it wasn't for his arms instantly wrapping tight around your waist, you would've bit it hard.

"Whoa, careful there," He said, one hand keeping you close while the other moved to help you hold the book in your arms. "'The Book of the Dead? Are you sure you wanna be messing around with this thing?'"

Of course he'd make the perfect Rick O'Connell, you thought as you playfully raised one eyebrow and curled your fingers around the strap of the gun holster draped over his shoulder. "'It's just a book. No harm ever came from reading a book.'"

Mason was a little too in character as well as he dramatically rolled his eyes and wandered off, muttering "puh-lease" under his breath and shooting Sarah a conspiratorial wink that you didn't see. The blonde girl glanced between the two of you -arms still around each other and identical smiles on your faces- and grinned. The party flew by in a blur of movie quotes, laughs, and more dances than you could count and by the time you made it home, 50 bucks in the pocket of your dress and another group costume win under your belt, you were almost positive you never actually hated JJ Maybank in the first place.

Now at eighteen, you pulled out all the stops for your last party at the Island Club. You'd spent the last few months slaving over your costume, sewing custom pieces, hand-crafting your prop, and spending way too much money on body makeup and a wig but when you saw the final product in the mirror, you knew it was all worth it. You were ready to slay the competition this year and take home first place for the final time.

Mason, indifferent as always about the contest but willing to do anything to keep those pictures from seeing the light of day, didn't protest one bit when you forced him into the matching costume you'd made for him -in typical Mason fashion, he liked that he didn't have to wear a shirt and could show off his muscles- and spent a few hours perfecting his makeup.

You felt on top of the world when you walked into the party that night as Gamora, a replica of her Godslayer sword in hand and skin painted a perfect shade of green, followed by your brother as Drax, already flexing for anyone and everyone looking his way. The rest of your friends came to win as well: John B and Sarah as Flynn Rider and Rapunzel, Kiara as Eleven, Pope as T'Challa, and, of course, JJ as Peter Quill, Baby Groot perched on his shoulder and twin blasters at his hips. 

"Lookin' good, Gamora!" He called over the music, shimmying his way over to you with some dance moves that would impress Star-Lord himself.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Quill." You replied in a sing-song voice, even as you took his outstretched hand and let him pull you into the crowd of bodies hopping up and down to some terrible EDM beat under the twirling disco ball.

"It got you out here with me, didn't it?"

You rolled your eyes and hooked the sword to your belt before stepping closer and draping your arms around his neck, twirling your painted fingers in his hair. "Just remember, 'I know who you are, Peter Quill. And I'm not some starry-eyed waif here to succumb to your pelvic sorcery.'"

You should've known you spoke too soon the second you saw the spark in JJ's eyes that all but screamed 'wanna bet?'

And that's how you found yourself in the middle of the single hottest make out session you'd ever had the pleasure of participating in an hour later: back pressed against the locked door of someone's deserted office, legs wrapped tight around his waist and his hands hooked under your ass, both your sword and his blasters abandoned on the floor at his feet, and he was either a sinfully good kisser or trying really, really hard to blow your mind.  

"I'm not gonna end up green after this, am I?" He mumbled against your mouth before trailing his lips along your jaw and you breathed a laugh, tightening your grip on his hair.

"This is professional makeup, dumbass. It's gonna take more than some kissing to smudge it."

"I'm down for some smudging if you are." 

You pulled him back for another kiss in response and gasped into his mouth when he walked across the room, one strong arm reaching out to sweep whatever was on the desk to the floor before setting you down on it.

"Confident, are we?" 

JJ smirked at your breathless question and the way you hooked your ankles around the backs of his thighs to pull him closer. "So is that a yes to the smudging?"

"Just shut up and kiss me." 

He did -very well, you might add- and you kissed him back, untangling your hands from his hair to slide them under his jacket instead; you helped him push it off his shoulders and it had barely hit the ground along with poor Baby Groot before your fingers were tugging his shirt from the waistband of his pants.  

"Someone's impatient." He teased, leaning back just far enough to let you pull it over his head and toss it somewhere behind you.

"Someone doesn't know how to stop talking." You whispered your reply low in his ear and then trailed your lips down his neck, smiling in satisfaction at the tremble in his voice when you kissed the purple mark you'd left behind earlier.

"N-never was very good at that." 

"'You should've learned.'"

"'I don't learn, it's one of my issues.'"

One of his hands gripped your wig, pulling your head back a little roughly -you'd have so been into that if it had been your real hair he pulled- and you winced at the way the bobby pins holding it it place tugged painfully at your roots. "Ow, not so hard!"

"Wait, what the fuck? I thought you were wearing a wig!" 

"I am but it's still pinned to my actual hair!"

"Sorry, but how the hell was I supposed to know that?"

The sight of JJ's face slowly turning red made the butterflies in your stomach go haywire and so you just shook your head, mumbling "don't worry about it," before pressing your lips to his once again. He was gentler this time with the pulling and you dug your nails into his bare shoulders at the thrill of his mouth against the exposed column of your throat, leaning back further and further until you laid flat on the desk.

His fingers had just unbuttoned your pants when your phone started to ring from your pocket, blaring the Star Wars theme you had set as your twin's ringtone. 

"Mason's timing is impeccable," JJ said sarcastically, chuckling as you clamped a palm over his mouth and answered the call.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Jesus, no need to be pissy!" Mason loudly replied over the applause crackling through the phone's speaker. "I just thought you'd like to know that we just won best group costume with Maybank. Again." 

The blond winked at the mention of his last name and pulled your hand away from his mouth, pinning it to the desk beside you with one of his while the other started tugging your pants down over your hips.

"Oh, that's cool, Mase-" You inhaled sharply when his lips touched the edge of your underwear, so close to where you wanted him most but at the same time so far away, and your fingers held your phone in a white-knuckled grip. "But I-I'm kind of in the middle of doing someone -something!- right now."

"Smooth," JJ said, not even trying to be quiet as he released your pinned hand to finish pulling your boots off, along with your tight leather pants that he casually tossed aside. "And I knew you weren't green under these!" 

Your laugh quickly turned into a gasp when his fingers hooked under your panties and pulled those off, too, and the touch of his tongue against the skin of your inner thigh sent white-hot lightning racing through your veins; the phone slipped from your grip, falling with a clunk onto the desk as your fingers tangled in his hair and he lifted one of your knees over his shoulder.

"Okay, I'm hanging up now! I already know you're getting laid but I don't need to hear it." Mason's loud grumble drifted up through the speaker and if you weren't so preoccupied with the boy between your thighs doing some downright wicked things to you with his mouth, you might've noticed that your brother didn't actually sound that grumpy before he ended the call and your phone's screen went dark, right as you lost control of your voice.

"Fuck me."

"Funny, I thought that's what I was doing?" You felt more than heard his response against you and a shiver ran down your spine when his bright blue eyes flicked up to met yours in the dim light of the office.

"You know what I meant, Maybank."

"Trust me, Y/L/N, I know. Question is: where do you want me?"

You tugged on his hair, grinning wolfishly at the way his eyes fluttered closed and a low moan rose from his throat. "Everywhere in this damn room, starting right here."

"I was hoping you’d say that.”

- Back at the party, Mason looked up and met Sarah's gaze, both of her eyebrows raised expectantly as she asked, "Well?"

He took his time slipping his phone back into his pocket before giving her a quick nod, grinning triumphantly when she immediately burst into gleeful giggles.  

"Yes! I just knew they had a thing for each other! Mortal enemies, my ass."

"I think that was the very first time in my sister's life that she didn't give a shit about the contest." Mason said and reached over to snag a cookie from her plate, chuckling when she pushed his hand away from the chocolate chip ones and toward the peanut butter. "We couldn't have pulled this off without you. I mean, making sure they showed up in matching costumes every year? Genius, Sarah. Absolutely genius." 

The blonde girl grabbed her own cookie with a wink. "Think they'll ever figure it out?"

Your brother just threw his head back and laughed. "I hope not! I wanna save that story for my best man speech at their wedding."

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[cross-d-a]

Morai appeared in the Clone Wars season finale and I’ve realized that she symbolizes Anakin’s connection to Ahsoka

As we’re all reeling from the Clone Wars finale, I’m struck by the lingering image of a convor circling above Vader as he holds Ahsoka’s lightsaber. Since the convor is so strongly linked with Ahsoka I can only guess that it’s actually Morai and that this is where she begins to guide Ahsoka personally.

I’m sure we’ve all read meta about Morai’s symbolism as the Light Side of the Force, more specifically the Daughter from the Mortis Arc (especially since they share the same colour scheme). After Anakin helps the Daughter transfer her lifeforce to Ahsoka, the convorees begin to appear whenever Ahsoka is being tested. Filoni has even said:

"In some ways, I could say that it's a messenger, it's an observer. It is definitely something. And... I would rather have fans debate—but I would suggest... that whatever that thing is an avatar of has actually appeared in the animated Star Wars universe before. So decrypt from there."

This symbolism continues throughout Rebels where Ahsoka calls Morai by name, actually acquainted with the bird. Morai even leads Kanan to the Bendu when he was in need of guidance.

Ahsoka is intrinsically tied to the convor and through it, the Light Side of the Force. This lingering scene at the end of Victory and Death is absolutely so important, helping tie in the episode, and Vader as we see him, to the rest of the Star Wars universe.

Vader finds the 501st ship at last. We don’t know how long it’s been, how can we? All we know is that snow has covered the ruins and the carefully dug graves. We don’t even know if the troopers with him are clones or normal men. Silent and alone, Vader steps into the ruins. Eventually he stops and observes the wreckage, only to notice a glint in the snow. He bends his knee and reaches down. Almost gently, he brushes the snow away and discovers:

Ahsoka’s lightsaber.

He cradles it in his hand, brushing the snow away again with the other. Then, inexplicably, he flicks it on and we see Vader wielding a blue lightsaber for the very last time onscreen. Who knows why he turned it on. Maybe he couldn’t quite believe it was Ahsoka’s and that she’d lost it once more. Maybe he was testing to see if it still worked or if the colour was still that brilliant blue he tweaked it into.

Maybe it was one last goodbye.

But his gaze follows the point of her ‘sabre and when he reaches the end he sees Morai, soaring high above. He watches her for a long moment and this is when we see his eyes. Darth Vader’s eyes.

Anakin’s.

It doesn’t matter whether they’re blue or a sick-sulfur gold. All that matters is that we see them. We’ve never seen Vader’s eyes through his mask. In this one little moment, in Ahsoka’s lingering presence, we see Anakin Skywalker again.

It’s a clear parallel to Twilight of the Apprentice when Ahsoka destroys the side of his mask with her ‘sabre and Anakin leaks through.

Vader leaves and takes the ‘sabre with him.

It’s so, so obviously clear that he still loves Ahsoka in this moment. That Ahsoka still brings out the good in him. That this is, awfully, their final goodbye as they knew each other.

We always read about how Ahsoka and the convor are linked and how it’s really Ahsoka and the Light Side of the Force that’s linked. But I don’t think we’ve ever really seen anything about how Anakin is linked to the convor and Ahsoka.

The thing is, I think the convor also represents the link between Anakin and Ahsoka.

During the Mortis Arc, Ahsoka essentially dies. The Son kills her, inadvertently mortally wounding his own sister in the process. As the Father grieves, Anakin rushes over to Ahsoka and pleads with the Father.

“You must help her!” Anakin says.

But the Father only replies: “I cannot undo what is done. There is no hope.”

Despite dealing with his own trauma and insecurity and then, of course, eventually Falling to the Dark Side, Anakin has always been a hopeful person. We see this from the very first time we see him: a bright and cheerful slave who only wants to help others.

So of course Anakin pleads again: “Yes, there is. There’s always hope!”

Through his hope and conviction, Anakin convinces the Father to help, and so Anakin becomes the conduit through which the Daughter’s lifeforce is transferred to Ahsoka. As this happens, the main Star Wars theme rises.

This is so incredibly essential to the Star Wars universe, which has always, always been about hope.

Obi-Wan and Bail sequestered the twins away because of hope. The Rebellion rose and thrived and eventually won because of hope.

Luke saved his father because of hope.

Every single goddamn movie is about hope and the perseverance it takes to continue on, one step at a time, no matter how hard it gets.

The Star Wars movies have also always been about Anakin Skywalker. He’s the overarching shadow and the brilliant light in every single one, whether he’s actually in it or not. It’s called the Skywalker Saga for a reason. The only reason Star Wars exists is because of him. He is both villain and hero. He leaves behind a legacy that we can’t shake.

Luke saved his father, but only because Anakin had that little bit of light left in him. That little bit of lingering hope.

And we see it in the finale, in those few moments where Anakin holds Ahsoka’s lightsaber and she points him towards the Light, towards Morai. And we see him for who he is, who he was, and who he will become.

Anakin Skywalker has always been about hope, and because of that Ahsoka survives Mortis. Because of him, she survives everything that killed all the prequel Jedi. She survives the entire original trilogy.

Right after the Mortis Arc, Ahsoka gets kidnapped. It’s the first time she’s ever really been alone and forced to fight to survive. But she manages it, despite the other Padawans on the island giving up or succumbing to their fate. Again, out of everyone, Ahsoka survives. This is also the first time we see the convorees.

During this arc, Anakin is left alone, as well. Fearful and lost, he worries for Ahsoka, but Plo, the Master who found Ahsoka in the first place, guides him.

“What is Ahsoka’s strength?” Plo asks him.

“She is fearless,” Anakin replies.

“That can also be a weakness. Is she a worthy apprentice?”

“No one has her kind of determination.”

“Except you.”

“I’ll find her.”

“This may not be within your power.”

“Whatever you’re trying to say Master Plo, just say it!”

“I am suggesting that perhaps if you have trained her well, she’ll take care of herself and find a way back to you.”

This, again, is so, so important. “Except you,” Plo says. No one has Ahsoka’s determination except for Anakin. No one has her hope except for him. Ahsoka was already a wonderful, resilient person, but Anakin brought it out in her. He taught her, guided her, and now those lessons must guide her as she faces the world alone. This is only reiterated when Anakin and Ahsoka reunite.

“Ahsoka, I am so sorry,” Anakin tells her, clearly very upset.

“For what?”

“For letting you go, for letting you get taken. It was my fault.”

“No, Master, it wasn’t your fault.”

“I should’ve paid more attention. I should’ve tried harder. I…”

“You already did everything you could, everything you had to do. When I was out there, alone, all I had was your training and the lessons you taught me. And because of you, I did survive. And not only that, I was able to lead others to survive as well.”

This is, of course, a recurring theme throughout the Clone Wars and Rebels. Ahsoka perseveres and survives. She saves and guides people in kind. Ahsoka will always be Anakin’s Padawan, his legacy. She embodies all his best qualities, including, of course, his ever-lingering hope.

And that is one of the reasons why Ahsoka is so important: Anakin’s goodness lives on within her. Of course she is her own person, I wouldn’t love her as much as I do if she wasn’t, but being Anakin Skywalker’s Padawan shaped her into the woman we know today.

“You never would have made it as Obi-Wan’s Padawan,” Anakin told her in that very first movie so many years ago. “But you might make it as mine.”

That has never been more true.

If Ahsoka had been Obi-Wan’s Padawan, she’d be dead along with the rest of the Order. If she’d been Obi-Wan’s Padawan, yes she’d be skilled, and yes she would have learned to persevere throughout hardship— But there’s a certain passion for life and hope in Anakin that Obi-Wan simply doesn’t possess.

Ahsoka inherited that from him.

So now we circle back to the convor.

In various cultures owls represent death and wisdom. Filoni has even confirmed that in the Star Wars universe, it is the same. This isn't surprising when Anakin and Ahsoka are constantly facing off death and rising above it, becoming wiser because of it. And, horribly, I'm reminded that this finale is the death of them. They cannot be who they once were, and they cannot be to each other who they once were.

But owls can also represent luck and good fortune.

“Master Kenobi always said there’s no such thing as luck.”

“Good thing I taught you otherwise.”

All throughout her life, Anakin’s lessons and influence guide her, and after the Mortis Arc in moments of great struggle: a convor appears.

What I’m trying to say, I suppose, is that the convor not only symbolizes the Light Side of the Force. It also symbolizes Anakin Skywalker.

And maybe that’s because Anakin Skywalker does embody the Light Side of the Force. Despite everything he goes through and everything he does, Anakin Skywalker clutches onto that bit of hope and comes back to the Light. He brings Balance to the Force.

The convor lingers above Anakin at the end of the Clone Wars after Ahsoka has survived despite the odds. It appears again after their duel in Twilight of the Apprentice. Morai watches Anakin limp out of the Temple, and then returns to Ahsoka after guiding her back from the World Between Worlds.

After guiding her back to Anakin.

“I am suggesting that perhaps if you have trained her well, she’ll take care of herself and find a way back to you,” Plo told Anakin that first time Ahsoka was lost. And he’s right. Ahsoka does find her way back. Again and again and again.

She loves him. He’s her brother and he taught her everything he knew, and she survives because of it. Ahsoka won’t ever let that bit of Anakin go. She won’t ever lose sight of the good in him, or in anyone else.

“I won’t leave you,” she promises him. “Not this time.”

It’s more a promise of hope than anything else. A declaration of loyalty and determination and love. She still believes in him, and she wants, no needs him to know that.

So yes, we talk a lot about how the Daughter and Ahsoka are connected through the convor, but we never talk about how Anakin was that conduit in the first place. The Light and life flowed through him into Ahsoka and so she survived.

As she continues to.

And maybe the ending of the Clone Wars was unbearably heartbreaking. And maybe it’s still making me cry as I write this, but we know how this story ends, and we’re reminded when Anakin, not Vader, looks up into the sky, Ahsoka’s lightsaber in hand and watches Morai circle above.

Star Wars is about hope. It always has been. Despite everything they’ve gone through, there is hope for Anakin Skywalker. And there is hope for Ahsoka Tano, too.

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[where-dreamers-go]

“Dark Choices” Luke Skywalker x Reader

(A/N: So this was suppose to be an imagine and it quickly grew beyond my control. I was inspired to write a Dark Side!Luke Skywalker after reading an insert reader from the lovely @moonlit-imagines. This insert reader has morphed A LOT. That’s what happens when I just jump in to write without an outline. So instead of turning to the Dark Side, I wrote where Luke tapped into the Dark Side and explored his reactions and such. I love writing for Star Wars. How come I don’t do it more often?? Also platonic relationship with Luke! He’s a sweetie! Part of @girl-next-door-writes Bingo Challenge! Bingo Card: Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Angst. Canon violence and language (their curse words). Death (the Empire isn’t getting away with anything today). I used meters for estimated distance. Injury/Wound mention, but not described. Word Count: 3,661 words)

The rendezvous point was well behind you and the departure time had long since passed. Your group’s part of the mission was complete and reported in. The other part of the mission, Commander Luke Skywalker’s, had yet to be determined.

Something’s wrong, you thought as you gained sight of the caves up ahead. Soles of your boots padding quietly atop of rocky ground.

The Imperials had been looking for something and destroying the environment in their path. Skywalker’s job was to figure out what the subject of their interest was.

Luke had not reported in nor had he made any sign of arriving to the rendezvous. Contact had not been reestablished since he had found the caves.

Where is he?

Signs of Luke’s whereabouts was laid around the area. At least two different classes of stormtroopers had been taken out either by their own blasterfire or a lightsaber. Burn marks littered the rock faces, cargo crates, and stormtrooper armor.

He must have cleared the area. You kept a hand on your blaster pistol just in case. Cautiously nearing the closest of the cave’s mouthes, you stayed low. You were not sure if there were any more scouts in the area. It was relatively quiet much to your suspicion.

It was not in Luke Skywalker’s character to not report in when scheduled. Being that he did not, you called in that you were going to look for him. You had not waited for approval.

Sure, he was a Jedi and all, but Luke tended to find himself in unusual predicaments.

A chill ran up your spine as you entered the cave. Imperial supplies were scattered along the walls. Most were opened.

Explosives. Typical. You thought. But what are they after?

Another chill ran through you and you forced yourself to pick up the pace. You were strangely thankful that the Imperials had lined the tunnel with artificial lighting. The air inside was cooler, but not enough to relieve you of your growing worry.

A generator must still be on somewhere. I hope he’s not in trouble. You followed the curves of the walls. I was able to extract datacards worth of information with little security in my way. Kriff. How many Imperials were at this site instead? Are they always after him?

Coming to multiple tunnel openings, you stopped.

I don’t think I have time for this.

“Luke?” Your voice reverberated against the rocks. “LUKE?”

Patiently, you waited for a response. The echos of your voice had faded.

This is what happens when he goes alone. You trudged to the right-most tunnel to start, however turned as something reflective caught your eye. White stormtrooper armor.

Quickly changing directions, you kept a hurried pace. Passing more fallen Imperials, there was little doubt of Skywalker’s whereabouts.

Faint electrical sounds reached your ears and you followed them down another path. Up ahead crackles and small bursts came from an open area beyond a tunnel. Pieces of armor and blasters greeted the soles of your boots before you walked in.

What…?

You had to step over a fallen stormtrooper that had a very prominent hole through their chest plate.

“Luke?” Your eyes scanned over the immediate area. Sparking consoles with slashes through them. Every stormtrooper and Imperial officer was either crumpled by an interior wall or had the mark of a lightsaber’s blade.

The room, whatever it was used for, was destroyed. Debris decorated the cave floor. Large rocks and metal alike. There was no way to know if there was used to be another exit.

You let out an uneasy breath and called out again. “Commander Skywalker?”

Checking each body, there was one with hair you recognized nearby. No Imperial symbol on his attire.

Rushing to a cargo crate, you fell into a crouch. “Luke?”

Knees pulled up to his head, Luke was huddled in on himself.

You gently placed a hand on one of his arms he had wrapped around his legs.

He jolted as if you had shocked him. Face still tucked in and hidden, his breath was uneven.

“Are you okay?” You asked, eyes not finding any visible wounds.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“It’s cold.” Luke murmured.

“What?”

“It’s so cold.”

Did something happen with the temperature in here? I don’t feel that chilly. Cave dampness.

“Why didn’t you show up? You missed the rendezvous.” You let your hand rest on his arm again. Luke was shaking. “Let’s get you out of here, okay?”

“I had to do it.”

You frowned.

“It was powerful.”

“An explosion?” You asked. “Luke, please look at me. What are—?”

Picking his head up, his eyes met yours.

Your words stilled.

Their usual brightness had dimmed, his blue eyes darkened in pain.

“They knew we’d come. They wanted us to take their files. The facility was set to explode.” Luke shuttered. “They were going to send in a whole squad of troopers.”

“But I made it out fine. Everyone else made it back.”

“I stopped them.” His voice cracked. “All of them.”

“Why didn’t you come back?”

Blue eyes looked behind you. He looked to the destruction, the taken lives, and rock walls. The room was full of wreckage and Imperial bodies.

What’s wrong? He’s been on missions before. Why’s this one got him so….unnerved?

You rubbed your thumb along the fabric of his sleeve. “You could have come back. You can come back now.”

“I made sure that they never ordered the troopers to attack. They couldn’t even send for help.”

You were hesitant before you asked, “What did you do?”

“I took down the ceiling.”

You followed Luke’s gaze. What you assumed to be another interior wall was actually a cave-in. Not just battle debris. There was no telling how large the room was before.

“There were so many of them. They didn’t even attack me first. I-I just….” Luke returned his eyes to you. “I couldn’t let you die.”

A lump formed in your throat and the corners of your eyes started to burn. Circling your arms around his shoulders, you hugged Luke. There were no second thoughts about it. His face pressed into your shoulder as his arms brought you closer.

“The call wasn’t going through to your comm.”

“It’s over, okay?” You said. “We can go back to the ship.”

What else could you say? You didn’t consider yourself incredibly close with Luke Skywalker, however being in the Rebellion meant you shared some missions together. His words seemed to prove you otherwise.

“I say this with all of the respect to you,” you said pulling out of the hug. “I think you need a break.”

The corner of Luke’s mouth tipped up.

“I think Leia would chew me out in a lecture if I leave you here any longer.” You added, trying to give him a motivational boost.

Wiping his face with his sleeves, Luke inhaled deeply before standing up with you.

As much as you knew Luke needed to sort through his feelings and what he had done, you both needed to physically get out of there. The Imperials could show up to investigate at any moment. Added that being in the same location that was causing him to be upset was not the best place for him to be.

“I’m sorry.” Luke said as he brushed dirt off of himself.

“Hey,” you caught his gaze. “Rule number one: survive.” You gave his arm a light squeeze. “Let’s go.”

After he gave a nod, you lead the way back into the tunnel system.

Remembering the way you came, but backwards was always either really easy, frustratingly hard, or filled with you double-checking. Walking beside Luke, you were double-checking each change in direction for boot sole marks and familiar details. Downed stormtroopers being a main detail that helped. Unfortunately for them.

“Ar—….fizz…lo…fizztt….roopers…out….rr….” An undistinguishable voice came from your commlink.

You looked from your commlink to Luke. The Rebel reached for his lightsaber and continued forward. A confident demeanor covering him like a fitted tunic. Any pain he had was hidden or extinguished. A Jedi walked beside you.

Imperial movement always at the wrong time. The reinforcements got here faster than I thought. So much for any heart to heart conversations.

The tunnel ahead was illuminated by the lighting setup along the walls. Crates were still in their same positions.

“We’re close to the exit now,” Luke said in a hushed tone.

You grabbed your blaster pistol from your hoister. The two of you turned and found yourselves amongst Imperial crates again. More of them. Up ahead was the mouth of the cave. Cluttered with crates and long cables, the way out was either going to be safe or loaded with trouble.

Stepping in front of you and causing you to halt in your tracks, Luke ignited his green lightsaber. Trouble. That was when you heard it. The clanking of armor, rushed stomps, and muffled orders. You raised your blaster pistol.

“I’ll shield you.” Luke took measured steps forward.

“Got it.”

In less than twenty seconds, the pair of you made your way through the tunnel to cover as much ground as possible. Getting out in one piece was a top priority. There was only about eight meters or so left until you were back under the open sky, but trouble had arrived.

“Rebels!”

A squad of stormtroopers jogged their way into position.

“REBEL SCUM!”

“Scum?” You called back.

“Blast them!”

The stormtroopers opened fire.

Before the first red laser had come within two paces of you, Luke was already tilting his lightsaber. Each fire was deflected.

Fanning out, the troopers had the environmental advantage, however they were not trained to go up against the likes of a Jedi.

Beams of red were ricocheted back as Luke blocked and you had started firing. The returned fire doubled with their own and took down stormtroopers one by one. Almost each Imperial shouted orders and aggravated commentary.

Not long now, you thought.

A confident-striding trooper with heavy armor appeared at the cave’s mouth and took a stance outside before their weapon started shooting out rapid blasts towards you both.

“That’s a problem.” Luke commented as his lightsaber deflected as much of the blasterfire as he could. A blur of green and a reverberating sound that made the hair on your neck stand on end.

“On it.” You ducked as a red beam passed your head. Time was temporary. Aiming higher, you fired multiple shots to your attacker. One of which took the trooper and their weapon down. You breathed out a quick sigh of relief.

It was short-lived.

From out of your line of sight, white armor of another group appeared and lined up behind the first squad. As a unit they marched into the cave.

Ah, kriff. Someone must have mentioned Jedi over the comms.

Words on the tip of your tongue, you abruptly dismissed them.

Black boots moved across the ground with barely a sound. No huffs of fatigue nor beads of sweat came from Skywalker. The air in front of him was illuminated by flashing red and green. Each attempt at firing at him was delivered right back. To the shoulder, his head, arm, chest; they failed. No matter where blasterfire was aimed on him it did not reach. A blur of green light was there to meet it.

There was a reason that lightsabers were referred to as weapons of a different age. An age where people had mystical powers and swords of light. Anyone trained to use one was someone who should not be ignored nor underestimated. A mastery and awareness in each swing.

You had seen firsthand what a direct blow sent to troopers did. As a rebel, you had been on your share of missions with Commander Skywalker, however this was the first time you had seen him go on full defensive mode. Defense and trickery were more his style. Yet what you were witnessing was him taking on almost all of the blasterfire. It was only the two of you against two squads.

Hearing a familiar vrrr, you had to take a quick step back as the green lightsaber came a little too close to you for comfort. A red laserbolt was deflected.

Woo, okay. Watch for that.

Returning fire, you weaved around Luke’s wide gestures to take aim at the stormtroopers.

Once one stormtrooper was down, another stepped around furthering their takeover in the cave.

You took a step to the right and were given a clearer shot of the approaching troopers. It was a step too far to the side.

“Ah!” A hit to your arm threw you back. Dropping behind the closest crate and taking cover, you immediately applied pressure to your upper arm with your free hand. The pain only then making itself really known.

Kriff! There’s one on the right somewhere, you thought as you looked to Luke.

The Jedi was not hiding, not ducking behind anything, nor dodging. He stood his ground. Green blade of his lightsaber twirled through the air and deflected each oncoming blast. Rapid blasterfire resounded throughout the tunnel and the shouting became louder.

For two seconds, you peeked around the crate before quickly taking cover again.

“Behind the crate!”

Darn it.

“I got him!”

“Take them out!”

“One behind the crate!”

If your heart was not hammering in your chest before, it was then.

How many of them are there?

Hearing a small whoosh through the air, you turned in time to witness a thermal detonator arch over your head and land about two meters away. The silver sphere rolled near a stack of crates. Crates full of explosives.

On your feet before you could speak, you were already running to Luke. He gestured with his hand and sent a group of stormtroopers either flying backwards or toppling over. Even as more stormtroopers were still standing and firing, both you and Luke sprinted to the opening of the cave.

Another gesture of his hand and Luke sent more Imperials back. Passing a line of them, your fear skyrocketed with knowing what was coming.

“Hurry!” Luke made sure to remain beside you.

As the soles of your boots reached the mouth of the cave, Luke turned —

KABOOM

The first explosion created a domino effect and set off more explosives within the tunnel. Heat waved out after the first sounds. The ground beneath your feet shook and you were sent flying forward. Soon, you had met the ground as you tumbled across and landed on your already hurting arm.

KABOOM

You covered your ears as you pushed yourself up on an elbow.

Black.

It took a second for you to recognize that Luke was knelt over you and facing the cave. Your chest tightened at the sight.

Various and many rocks that had splintered off in the explosions were levitating in the air above you. The explosions had stopped, but the debris was still on the move. Boulders rolled a distance away as the ground shook. The debris smaller in size with each second that passed.

How close of a call was it this time?

With extended arms, Luke set the rocks away from anyone. You, him, and the possibly still alive stormtroopers on the ground that were not there before.

Lowering your hands, your ears still buzzed from the detonations. There was no telling how sore you would be later from your tumble. But you would gladly take soreness over what the Imperials had.

Luke sat back on his heels and clipped his lightsaber to his belt. Sometime amongst the chaos he had deactivated it.

“Luke.”

The man looked to you with heavy concern in his eyes. His gloved hand gestured to your wounded arm.

“Hey, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere else?” His voice sounded muffled in your ears.

“Are you okay?” You asked quietly, sitting up.

  “I’m better.” Luke’s expression softened until he inclined his head to you. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Yeah…well.” You gestured with your hand to the fallen Imperials. “I could be worse.”

He leaned away from you once you spoke.

“What?”

“I think we need to get your ears checked.”

“Sounds good.” You smiled despite yourself.

A black glove covered his mouth for a couple of moments before he looked over his shoulder then back to you. His expression less exuberant. “I’m sorry. I…I shouldn’t have let that happen. This isn’t what I wanted.”

“Neither of us wanted this.”

His chest rose and fell as he sighed. Shoulders more relaxed than they were a minute ago.

“This was all a trap. The Empire was looking for metals long before they were storing weapons. They knew we would show up.”

Typical. Now that we have a real chance at winning this war, they’re being sneaky and a little risky.

The air around you smelled of smoke that nipped at your nostrils and dried out your throat. With your hearing not up to parr, the only sound aside from your breathing was any shifting rocks. Nothing moved. White armor could be seen amongst the large rocks that were almost everywhere you looked in the open area. Some blasters were still in gloved hands.

Both you and Luke peered around as you slowly stood up. Even outside you found yourselves surrounded by destruction and Imperials.

When will it end?

Rubbing at your ear with a knuckle, you rested your sights on the Jedi.

Luke reached out a hand to the rubble and in a matter of seconds, your blaster pistol was in his grasp.

“Here. You might need this.” He turned to you.

“Hopefully not,” you said as you nodded in thanks and holstered your blaster pistol.

Walking over and around rock, the pair of you distanced yourselves from the caves as well as the Imperial locations.

“We should get back as soon as we can.” Luke said.

“Our absence and delay has probably climbed up the rank of command.”

Luke nodded as you grabbed your commlink. Heading out of the area was possibly the easiest part of your day, you hoped. You opened your comm.

“This is Lieutenant (Y/L/N). Commander Skywalker and I are heading to the rendezvous point. Over.”

“We hear you Lieutenant. Good to hear you.” An answer came from another Rebel officer. “Come back safely. Ship is waiting. Over.”

“Roger that. Over.” You set your commlink back into your attire. “Almost afraid they would have left already.” Hands free, you applied pressure to your wound.

“We don’t leave anyone behind if given the chance. You should know that more than anyone.”

Your footing only hesitated briefly. Hardly noticeable.

“Thank you.”

Turning, you were met with sincere blue eyes. The weight of the sincerity could have collapsed your ribcage with how it reached your heart.

If we weren’t still in Imperial territory, I’d hug him right now. How can he be so sweet with so little words?

“And thank you,” you said. “For what you did back there. I’m not sure I thanked you.”

“You would had done the same for me.”

“I’m not a Jedi, Luke.”

“I know.” His bright smile making an appearance. “But I’m just saying that if you had the opportunity—.”

“And skill.”

“—that you would have helped me.”

“You were by yourself.”

“Yes, but if I was in your position, I would have told the others that I had a wound on my arm.” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“…Oh yeah.”

“The sooner we reach the rendezvous point, the faster someone can look at your arm.”

“The faster we get to having a debriefing.” You added, your tone solemn.

No telling if there are more scout troopers either.

Were you really going to disclose every detail of your mission? Yes, however finding Luke was not a part of your assigned mission. That part was up to him to debrief. However personal and detailed he would speak was solely up to him. You would not speak with anyone, under any circumstances, what had happened with Commander Skywalker in the caves. The only portion you were willing to disclose was the part when you were leaving. That much needed to be reported.

What a day, you thought. At least Luke looks better. Brighter spirits. And…I’ll keep an eye on him, I guess. Make sure he’s okay.

“You’ll give your report first, right?” You looked over at Luke who already had his attention on you.

“Before you, you mean?”

“Yeah.”

“I will.”

“I won’t say anything…about…you know.”

Luke stopped and you were quick to follow suit.

“I trust that you will give your report the way you always do. Honestly.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t say I was going to lie. Just…not say any personal stuff. Only what I need to say.” You squeezed your arm. “I completed my part of the mission, I left the ship, I found you, Imperials found us, I got shot, we ran, explosions hurt my ears, and we made our way back.”

“I think Leia will want more details than that.” His lips curved into a smirk. “But I am grateful that you respect my privacy. In matters of the Force.”

Sighing you continued forward, “I wish I could get to a state of calm as fast you.”

“It takes practice.”

“You’re something else, Luke Skywalker. I hope you know that.”

A chuckle was the only response he gave.

. . .

The pair of you headed back to the awaiting group of rebels. Their worries were written across their faces. Of course, Luke immediately alerted them of your injuries. Soon after, the ship had rose above the canopy of foliage and traveled through space. It would be a matter of time before the Base was back into your sights.

  A small smile graced Luke’s lips as he sat beside you in the ship.

“What?” You asked quietly.

“You’re something else too.”

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[idjitlili]

I, I will be king.(II)

Din Djarin x reader.

Part 1. Masterlist.

Summary:Din Djarins feelings get in the way,  when you reach your master once again.Din finally drops you off with your master, before he leaves for what seems for months. Second part and last part.

Word count:4497

Warnings: confusing? Honestly comparing din to a fridge isn't the best thing I've wrote.

A/n: OH AND this is the finished request for anonymous and @elkhead-art sorry it too so long.

As the sound of nothingness caused your eyes to slowly awake along with your consciousness, dark surrounded you. A small orange light was only to be seen outside. You were warm, and comfortable laying in a bed.  You recognised the texture of the blankets, the outline of the room. This wasn't anyone's room, it was yours.

Almost felt like you had dreamt the past few months, you had never left Luke, and never met the Mandalorian. But that was false, it had all happened, you were now back on Ahch-To. You had made it, you wondered if Mando was still here. 

On Ahch-To you lived in a small hut thing, so did Luke and so would Grogu. The island surrounded by water, no sand not much anyways, thankfully. Blue milk? We do not speak of that.

Soon enough you were wide awake,your feet had carried you outside, the atmosphere pitch black except the glowing orange in the distance where two figures sat.

"Luke?" The outlines of the bodies began to clear, it was clearly Luke and Mando with Grogu sat in his lap. Their heads turned to you, Luke's lips twitching up , he had stood up quickly making his way to you. "Padawan, I have missed you." Pulling you into a tight hug, his arms around your shoulders, you head dug into his chest. "What about no attachments, master?"

Scoffing Luke had placed his hands on your shoulders to look you directly in the eye. "That was very unwise, I told you to stay here for a reason, now you have months worth of teaching to catch up on."

"Sorry? I have learnt many lessons with the Mandalorian, we even met some other Mandalorians and guess what? They had met Anakin Skywalker , Obi-wan, when he was so very handsome, and Ahsoka. Plus, Mando has met Ahsoka , recently as well." You sat beside Mando, in front of the fire, Luke on one side and him on the other.

"Sounds like you had a good time, I hope you didn't have a great time." You weren't sure what Luke was trying to imply but you didn't care, your eyes had caught the green creature in Mando's lap. His hand reaching for you, offering your figure for him , his tiny green hand clutching it, though he could talk to you through the force, you already knew his name and he knew yours. 

Grogu had stood up, shuffling back onto Mando's other thigh, bringing your hand with him. All three of you watched his movements. Mando's hand against his thigh, whilst the his other was behind Grogu in case he fell. His breath hitched when Grogu reached down and gripped his finger. You didn't dare pull your hand from Grogu, as he pulled your hands together. Yours and Mando's finger tips touching, well his gloved finger tips.

Grogu had let go of your hands, looking at each of you, before interlacing his hands together. You didn't even get a chance to think about it, Mando had slid his fingers in between yours, closing them together. The small creature smiled and sat back on Mando's leg. Your hand placed on Mando's leg still locked with his. Luke hadn't said anything, Grogu getting up a second later walking towards him, no doubt that was him.

For what was a couple of hours, your hand stayed against the warmth of the Mandalorians glove. All until the early hours of day, you had stayed up talking with them, assuming he wanted as much time with Grogu as he could.

In which that point he had exuded to leave, following him to his now repaired ship, thanks to the other Mandalorians.

Luke had made you look away, as the Mandalorian removed his helmet, to say goodbye to Grogu. That was their goodbye, Grogu knew that.  Not long after that, Grogu was handed back to Luke, who step away, enabling you somewhat of privacy.

"Goodbye, Mando."

"My name is Din Djarin,"

"Oh wow, so your name isn't Mando? That's actually great, I prefer Din." A nod of his head and he was gone, felt strange, like he didn't care anymore but why would he give you his name?

You hadn't seen him for months, yet your heart-ached for him, it was stupid you weren't supposed to feel like this. Nothing would happen anyways, he was a Mandalorian you a Jedi, it wasn't supposed to be. Figuring Din had moved down on, he knew he couldn't keep Grogu, so he was trying forget. But that was not what he was doing, he wasn't abandoning Grogu no, he was trying to reclaim Mandalore.

147 days since you had last seen Din Djarin, you were shipped off by Luke's request this time.  Alone. For how long you didn't know, an undercover mission that could be quick or could take a long time , just luck.  Where you were sent was all but unfamiliar to you, uncover as bounty Hunter. Made your stomach flip, you'd be working for Boba Fett, who now had complete control of The hurts palace.  Luke had sent you to recover a Jedi that was being hunted.

Instead of your dark pants, long sleeve that you'd wear under your robes. (Yeah, basically Luke got the better outfits, you were fitted into formal Jedi wear.)  Now wearing fitted armour that covered your whole body like Din's, a helmet upon your head, dressed in dark colours. The helmet was confining , making you sweat a lot. How did Din do that all day?

You weren't sure how Luke managed to get you employed by Boba, did he just write up what is the equivalent to a Cv? Wasn't that your job , literally, you aren't supposed to get someone else to do it. 'Oh yes, I y/n am certain excellent at slicing, killing, capturing Bounties.' No, not killing that was the last resort. But, you would be able to capture bounties, so you'd be fine.

As long as you got the first bounty back to him, you would've secured the job. Luke had given you a ship to use, it was small, pre empire. Previously some junk from Tatooine, that Luke had brought to Ahch-too, and eventually you both repaired it.

With a ship and blasters, no lightsaber, you easily caught your first bounty and were in the job. Blasters seemed unpredictable, why does everyone miss? Poor design. 

For the four months you had been with Boba, well working for him, sure he had something going on with Fennec. Not that you could blame her, if Rex or fives was there and young, I'd bone, and I am total virgin. Din had been back to Ahch, Luke making up some excuse about being on supply run. And you were Boba Fett's best bounty hunter.

You were sent to Mandalore, all you was given was the location, and that it was a huge bounty for this creature dead or alive. The location wasn't even pinpoint just a part of the planet.  You knew of this planet, well heard of it.  Oh yes, like you'd see Din there.  Not Surprising Boba wouldn't go himself.

"How will I know I've found them, then?"

"You'll know."  The nod of his helmet, as he held his leg swung over the side of the chair. Not like when other bounty hunters would go in, his posture was always rigid, his hand sat upon his thighs. Fennec was always present as well, but not when you'd arrive. Boba would send her out. A nod from your helmet as you turned on your feet to leave.

"Wait," stopping before you had even taken a step, turning back to Fett. Another glance over him made it clear, he was presenting himself to you, his legs spread like that wasn't for nothing.

"Can I see what you look like?" You didn't even know what Boba looked like, but you had heard of the clones, and Obi-wan had told you about them , and how he was one of the only ones to survive. Yeah, Luke had finally taken you to the place where completely the trials that allowed you to speak to the 'dead'.

Bringing up your gloved hands to your helmet, pulling it off your head slowly. Squinting your eyes slightly as they adjusted to the lighting. Your y/c eyes fluttering to Boba who just sat there nodding at you, your helmet hooked under your arm. 

"See you soon, l/n."

"Goodbye, Fett."

With that you were headed to Mandalore with barely any knowledge of the planet, only with hope that you'd be okay. 'I don't believe in luck we make our own luck." 

Worried that you'd land on the planet and be shot, oh yes just a pre empire ship landing on your planet. Not like Hera almost died for talking. Yet, you thought nothing about someone waiting when you landed on the hot planet with ease. Though, most of the planet was inhospitable there was still some life left. A doom over the city of Sundari, in the distance.

Stepping from your ship into the atmosphere, on the edge of the ramp. Closing your eyes briefly s your stretched your arms over your head, clenching your fists closed at the same time. Satisfaction washed of you for a long moment. Yeah, that didn't last long when the sound of multiple mechanical surrounded you quickly.

Sighing as you opened your eyes again, the shape light of the planet dimmed by the filter on your helmet. Just as Suspected 4 Mandalorians surrounding, upholstering your blaster tossing it into the dirt in front of you. Lifting your eye hands above your head. Could only hope, that they thought you were a man, but you had placed your lightsaber dangerously in the front of your pants. With the plate of armour placed over that to conceal it further.

You dared not speak, maybe you'd pretend you had your tongue cut out, no , that wouldn't work they would check. You heard of Ezra Bridger maybe you'd pretend to be a hutt, no, no you didn't have a tail.

"State your business." You didn't recognise the voice of the Mandalorian definitely wasn't Din's. Lowering your hands slowly to place them on your hips, changing your whole posture.

"Han solo, I'm here looking for my wookie."

"Solo? Where's your ship then?" Scoffing at the Mandalorian, turning around and pointing to your ship.

"No, the Falcon,"

"Oh, so what you're a fan? Ships don't last forever." You were supposed to be trying to conceal your voice, but clearly that wasn't working. Your hands now cuffed behind your back, pushed onto ship and off you went to an unknown destination. Just maybe that Han Solo thing hadn't worked? Two of the Mandalorians stayed in the back of the ship, what you'd describe as the back of a police van sort of thing. Their eyes glued to you , as you sat in front of them.Only the humming from the ship could be heard, you weren't leaving the planet but travelling towards Sundari.

Your helmet still upon your head as they pulled you out of the ship by your underarms , dragging you. The lightsaber slipping in your pants slightly, you hoped that it wouldn't fall into you leg, looking like you had shat yourself. Feet scraping against the stone path , looked as if you on a plaza, the area around built up. Large steps leading to watch you could describe as a palace, it was huge. Covered with cubist murals of Mandalorians.

No, this couldn't be what Luke sent you for? You thought you were in search of Jedi's not more Mandalorians.  You hoped that they weren't taking you to their leader, was that Darth Maul still? No, he's dead? Ugh. If they searched you you'd be dead,  if they took your helmet off you'd be dead. It was no surprise you had been seen with Luke by the empire causing trouble. Depending whether they were still a neutral system.  

One of the Mandalorians from the pair that walked behind you as you were held, had made their way to the front of the group. Speaking into the com link on their right arm, in a language that you could only guess was Mando'a. Stood at the bottom of the steps waiting for a brief moment, before the huge metal doors were opened agonisingly slow. Basically Aragorn walking through those doors at Helms deep without Aragorn or anyone walking through the door.

With that, no one came out of the doors but you were pulled in the stairs and through the doors. Lead into a room with a throne? Right, no more politicians since Satine. Surprising that the room wasn't just made out complete Beskar, more pretty windows carpets , paint, paintings, Chairs  , food. Wow, they must of killed a Pirate, wasn't Mandalore broke?

In the centre of the room, a man stood, in tight fitted clothes, furs, heavy boots, a weapon upon his belt, sorry two bone a blaster the other hidden from your sight. His face aged like wine, squishy, dark brown eyes locked onto yours. If his eyes were to be compared to something, it would be that chocolate river from Willy Wonka. No fat kid in it, but a a handsome man surrounded it. Soft brunette curls on his head, wrinkles at the edges of his eyes.

"This one claims to be 'Han Solo' "  The man only nodded at the Mandalorian dismissing them, the doors shut behind you loudly. Turning to face you completely the man sat upon his Throne . 

"So, you fought with the Rebel Alliance." That voice, it was familiar yet you didn't recognise his face. Maybe he was Luke's friend that he'd often talk to , or just someone who had made a fuss at a bar. Instead of responding verbally you had just nodded too.

"Right, what rank, Han."

"I'm sorry, I would prefer if you called me by my title." Straightening your posture , bulking yourself.

"Oh? And what would that be?"  The smirk upon that mans fave indicated be was having too much fun. You were glad your helmet had a modulator.

"Captain, commander or yours." The smirk had dropped from his face, lips slightly parted, clearly flustered, only for a moment before his face went back to smouldering.

"You clearly are not who you say are. Until you tell me your purpose here I cannot allow you to leave."

You were stuck in some sort of cell, hundreds of other cells surrounding you. It looked like they had put you into the one connected to the wall of the building. Nor had they searched you again. Why? All they did was take your blaster.  He didn't even try , he just shoved you into a cell, not him directly but he didn't like you or was going to sell you off to someone. Bounty hunters didn't sway the hearts of many.

So, what did you do? Grabbed your lightsaber from your pants cut through the wall, and ran for your life.  Why it wasn't made out of beskar you didn't Know. Calling R2 from your com link, oh yes Luke had sent him with you to watch over you. Your breath heavy as you ran through the city that was covered with metal, seemed like no end. But you could t just stop and wait for R2 you weren't even sure of he could get through.

The shooting at your feet as you ran for the doors out of the city, igniting your lightsaber and throwing it the doors switches. Quickly return your lightsaber to your hand before making it to the door. The sound of their jet packs and firing dying down as you turn to face them. Stood in a line face you as you exit slowly. Your light saver back in your belt , your arms up to your shoulders as you walked backwards.

"This is the day you will always remember as the day you almost caug-"  Okay, you had miscalculated you weren't planning on being grabbed from behind and pulled into a ship. The bright light of the inside of the side around you as the ramp was quickly slammed shit as you landed on the floor with a thump. This was your ship, but it wasn't R2 who you heard breathing heavily behind you.

Ahsoka Tano on your ship, Boba fett sent for her and she ended up capturing you instead. Not capturing but saving you , just said that for dramatic affect . You weren't sent to Boba for Mandalorians no of course not , if Luke wanted that he'd call Din. 

"Luke skywalker? Is your master?" Her hands on her hips as you sat in the pilots chair. She wasn't particularly fond on going with you but she did , why? That was unsure. The only reason she gave was her ship was destroyed on the planet and would not say why she was there either. Not that it was your business. 

"Yes, yes he is."

"Right."

With that you were heading back to Ahch-too but of course it's never that simple. Instead Boba Fett had taken himself out of Tatooine to personally come meet you with the bounty that he knew you had.  In fact it ended up like the Hobbit the battle of the five armies, all in space just floating. Mandalorians and Boba attached to your ship. 

Both Boba Fett, and the Mandalorians entering the cockpit at the same time, turning around in your chair with a squeak. Sighing.  A mandalorian stepping forward to look at Ahsoka who now stood , her fingers besides her lightsaber eyeing the company.

"Ahsoka?"  Though she did not reply just stood her ground, you didn't dare to move , this was a huge mess.  The mandalorian that you assumed was king now in armour that seemed familiar but all of them looked alike to be honest. At least the clones had more style, and they didn't look alike.

"What are doing with Han Solo?"

Fett scoffed looking at you briefly before turning to Mandalorian in blue. "That's not solo, I would know he tried to kill me."

"I would kill you too, Clone."  Glaring at the Mandalorian it seemed that their was something you were missing, their guns were all lowered, yet Ahsoka still stood her ground. Like she would trust anyone after what she had been through.

"As I was saying, that is not Solo. This my best bounty Hunter, l/n. She caught a Je- why is she  not in carbonite?"

"Uhm, about that Boba..." Though your explanation was cut short again, Boba's eyes did not leave yours, your cheeks felt hot under your helmet, this was R2 he allowed them to board.

"Did you not know? Your best bounty Hunter is a Jedi."   These Mandalorians we're really sucky, they just wouldn't piss off, maybe if Mando was here he'd kill them, no , he wouldn't kill his own kind. Ugh, if you had been alive when Ahsoka was young, she'd cut their heads of with no hesitation, oh but not clones.

"Yeah, that wasn't hard to see, my lightsaber was shoved down my pants, you Mandalorians suck, didn't know I was Jedi until you saw me waving around a lightsaber. Ironic."   It seemed like Ahsoka had enough, and began the engine again, on your way back to Ahch."Down your trousers, really?"

"No, my underwear." Did that sound sarcastic?

You hadn't meant to bring a party with you to Luke but here you were on the way ack home with some Mandalorians and Boba Fett. Everyone had calmed down, waiting to arrive somewhere, with no discussion about it. Was this a horrible choice endangering Grogu probably.  So, you had gotten Bobas attention bringing him out of the cockpit and into a room. Well, the only over rooms were the bathroom and your small sleeping area.

"Well, what is it?"

"Uhm, just that I am no longer working for you, sorry and yeah I don't think you should stay."

"Oh,  just lovely you are. Though, I am not sure you ar- were my best bounty hunt, you'll have to take the helmet off." What was with this guy and wanting to see your facc. Sighing you pulled your helmet from your face slowly, the cold air slapping you as your hair fell from the helmet messy. (If you have no hair then your head was looking polished and hot like Dwayne Johnson.)

Though yet again, you could not see his face, well until he pulled his off too. A deep laugh erupted from his lips as he smiled at you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"It is you."

Neither of you had notice Bo-Katan walking by after doing her business, seriously in your ship? Not that you'd notice it was her without seeing she got new armour. Oh, you know she went straight to tell her king.

So, after your short interaction with Boba, who decided he'd leave but not yet to much of your dislike. Soon as you stepped into the cockpit , the bigger framed Mandalorian was in front you, he wanted something. Looking passed him for Ahsoka who was busy with the control panel. Everyone talking to each other. Your throat itchy, this was not pleasant.

"You know you remind me of a fridge."

His visor stuck upon your face no, the silence from him, even his breathing did not stop you you. You were uncomfortable but when he wasn't speaking what were you supposed to do?

"Well, maybe a broken one because you hold yogurt but it's warm."  Again, he did not respond just stared you down.

"Beca-"

"Yes, I understand." The same modified voice as you remembered, yet you still felt intimidated still.

"Oh, not funny not then?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"That I'm not Han Solo?" Grabbing your upper arm as he scoffed pulling you towards his empty ship connected to yours. You'd only hope that if you were murdered right now, that Luke would have this surge of anger like his father and kill this man. 'Kenobi!' Okay, it just felt like it needed to be Maul rage not a 'oh no, I strangled my wife pretty much and wondered how she died and now I am mad.' Too bad Mail didn't run Anakin over when he had the chance.

"Take the helmet off."

"No."

"Take it off." His feet travelling closer to you as his voice got sterner and slower. Wishing Din was here to tell this man about boundaries.

"Get lost, why are you even here? Chasing someone that didn't do anything wrong. You're a dick for king , go home and fix your ugly planet , sperm bank." You bad went to push passed him, his frame was sturdy, and before you could he had your wrists  in his hands.  Not fighting him, even though you could easily break free his hold was gentle. Looking up to the t of his visor.

"Do you not recognise me?"  You wanted to say yeah you kidnapped me. But it was clear from the soft tone in his voice that wasn't it. You had be oblivious, how could you over look everything.  The voice, the Mandalorians, a king , was this a joke from Ahsoka?  Maybe she was more like than Anakin than you had been lead to think.  His hands dropped from your wrists,  your hands rested on the sides of his helmet. A soft click of his helmet, pulling it up slowly.

But as you had began to lift it up, he had grabbed it from you quickly throwing it behind him with a thud.His cinnamon caramel sand, shiny coconut , beach waved, auburn oven baked curls softly placed upon his head. Stubble littering his jaw like grass, his Willy wonka chocolate fountain eyes glazing on you softly. T-this was the king of Mandalore, b-but no this couldn't be , no he wouldn't take his helmet off in front you? Would he?

Your hands now resting on the sides of your helmet, click , pulling up the helmet just as you had done previously without interruption. A sigh from his mouth as caught a glimpse of your face. Before your helmet dropped the floor , he had pulled you into a tight embrace.

"Don't tell me this whole time , I've been like these Mandalorians suck, I wish Din was here."

Pulling from Din to look at him,  through you shouldn't have , your palm was pressed against his stubbles cheek.

“Oh,”

“Yeah, I had lightsaber as dick how did you not notice? Plus that pick up line, seriously?” Your hand was no longer one Din’s face, partly because it had became sweaty too quick and your arm was aching.

“Hm, if I knew it was you then I would’ve accepted.” Accepted what? The pick up line.. your face was hot, why couldn’t he say he heard Han Solo was a player and didn’t want his heart broken? Instead his hands were interwoven with yours. I feel like this a David Bowie as Jareth moment.

“P-pardon?” Your hands were dropped, Din had turned to pick up his helmet.

“You’re with him.”

“I’m with you?”

“No you are involved with Fett.”

“Sorry? I worked for him as bounty Hunter not a personal hustler.” But Din continued to put his helmet on unamused, walking out the door, but you had decided the best idea . Doesn’t matter if your weight , Din was strong. If he had to he’d be able to carry a ship. Okay maybe.

So, you had jumped on his back, your arms around his neck, legs around his Weiss, he did not budge, not at all.”Tell me what you meant or I-ill be... very annoying and pretend I am this really cool person that gets men and women but I am not but I will pretend I’ll trick them into thinking my lightsaber is big shlong -gosh why did you not stop me. And you should because I am a huge virgin.” Huge nerd more like.

“...I’d accept your offer of you being mine.” Maybe, Din felt better because he didn’t have to directly look at you, you were on his back what were you going to do, jump off and fall over? No, once again you pulled his helmet from his head, pressing a kiss to his stubbled cheek.

“We could be lovers.”

“I , I will be king

and you, you will be queen.”

What you didn’t see was Ahsoka with her com link talking to Luke , basically had a spy camera. 100% accidentally, but Luke knew you’d be safe.

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[mcu-padawan]

heirloom

Pairing: gender neutral reader x Luke Skywalker 

Description: Shortly after the battle of Endor, the rebellion is scrambling to secure an end to the war against the Empire. Such a decisive win is a major turning point, but the fighting isn’t over. Chaos erupts in your rebel base, both inside and out.

Word count: 2.4k at first I was afraid it would be too short then I couldn’t stop

Warnings: mentions of war-related death, a few tears, LOTS of hand descriptions 🖐🏼🤚🏼  wasn’t planning on that but I guess that’s how I describe feelings, and general fluff!

A/N: Hi everyone! 👋🏼 So this is my first fic on here in years and I’m so happy I’m finally posting it! I thought it was fitting that my first fic coming back to writing would be for my boy Luke 😌 The fic is based on the Battlefront II timeline of what’s happening after Endor, so I did my best to research and get some points from my own knowledge. It’s also very heavily inspired by “Heirloom” by Sleeping at Last (please check him out, he is such a talented artist!). Also, this is my first time writing for a gender-neutral reader so if there’s anything I missed don’t hesitate in letting me know! That’s it from me, hope you enjoy!! 

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The rebel base is buzzing with movement. Pilots are heading to their ships, pilots are landing, and the ground team is rushing to figure out the next steps in securing the next system from the Empire. 

As a part of the rebellion, you’ve seen your fair share of conflict. Your role in the rebellion isn’t always in the frontlines, but the strategizing and analyzing still shows you just how costly the war has been. You would’ve thought that after the battle of Endor, such a clear win over the Empire, the usually busy rebel base would settle down, but it seems that there is more work to be done that ever before. The tipping point in the war had been in your favor, but now came what seemed to be the hardest part: fixing a broken galaxy into a working government. You‘d seen Leia spend countless nights drafting and revising plans for the New Republic, sometimes helping her brainstorm yourself. Your role in strategizing has allowed you to grow close to the general and you consider her to be one of your closest friends.

You look up from your datapad at the sound of another ship’s arrival. It’s nearing nightfall, making the ship hard to decipher from a distance. But the way your chest clenches when you see the familiar X-Wing tells you exactly who’s arrived in the base. 

Luke had been gone in search of… something on an uncolonized planet named Pilio. The trip itself was dangerous, according to the limited information you had about the region. You’d warned Luke about this before he left, urging him to hold off on his mission or take someone with him. But he’d insisted on it.

“Don’t worry about me,” he’d said, his warm thumb rubbing your knuckles, a soft smile on his face. “I’ll make sure to take you with me on the next trip.”

That was over two weeks ago, so to say you are relieved to see him back on base was definitely an understatement.

You see Luke step out of his X-wing with R2 trailing close behind him. He’s greeted with a hug from Leia, and you see them talk as they head to the main base tent, probably discussing what Luke had encountered in Pilio. 

You think you’re too far for Luke to feel your gaze, but he slightly startles you when he looks back at you and gives you a quick smile and nod before entering the tent with Leia. You look back down at your datapad, flustered at being caught staring, although this isn’t the first time. 

You’d hoped to be able to catch up with Luke as soon as he landed, but you know that as leader of the rebellion he has a lot to mull over. 

I’ll find some time to talk to him soon, you think and continue revising the latest plans for the rebellion’s next mission in freeing the galaxy from the Empire.

•••

You’re in your tent getting ready to get some rest when you hear some rustling outside. You pause, noticing a shadow close to the entrance of your tent. You’re waiting to see if the shadow moves, but besides some slight swaying, the shadow remains still. You open the flap of your tent to see Luke standing outside. Luke’s still clothed in the all black suit he had when he first arrived, his lightsaber hanging on his belt. He looks at you and gives you a small smile which you return. 

“I thought that was you,” you say as you open the tent flap wider. “Come in.”

“Thanks,” he says as he enters your tent. 

You walk in behind him and move to stand in front of him. Your hands fall to your sides, and you notice Luke’s clasped behind him. Your fingers tingle with the urge to take a hold of Luke’s hands, but you stop yourself.

I was worried, you want to tell him. I was worried you weren’t going to come back. And I know it’s selfish, but I wanted you back, back with me. Back so that I could tell you... 

There’s so many things you want to tell him. But you decide to simply go with, “How was your mission? You were gone for a while...” you trail off, so many things left unsaid at that moment.

Luke and you had been close ever since you joined the rebellion. He’d essentially recruited you after he and Leia had run some successful missions on your home planet. Before meeting them, you had preoccupied yourself with small jobs fixing up electronics and vehicles.

When you first saw Luke you were in a daze. You had heard about the legendary Jedi fighters of the time of the Galactic Republic, but you’d never dreamed of meeting one in real life. While helping Luke locate some pieces he needed for his speeder, you two had begun to talk. You’d told him about your life on your home planet, and he’d told you about some of his most recent experiences with the rebellion. 

Previous to meeting Luke, you’d felt insignificant. The jobs you did allowed you to have enough to live day to day under the radar of the Empire. You were too insignificant for them to notice you. Or at least that’s what you had always told yourself. But meeting Luke and hearing him talk about the work of the rebellion instilled in you a new sense of hope you didn’t know you needed. And so you joined the cause, quickly forming a strong bond with both Skywalker siblings. 

Your bond with Luke, however, had started to develop into something more. You couldn’t deny the feelings you had for him anymore. Whatever it was that was between you was electrifying. The stolen glances at one another, the warm smiles, the lingering touches. Neither one of you had said anything about whatever was going on between you two, but you knew something was there. 

You quickly pull yourself back from your thoughts when you hear Luke speak. 

“I was,” Luke replies. “I got caught up with an unexpected guest in Pilio.” A small smile appears on his face and you can’t help but step closer to him, slightly reaching out towards his hands. Luke brings his hands forward and you take a hold of them, unable to hold back your emotion towards seeing him after so much uncertainty.

“I’m glad you’re back safely. I feel like after Endor everything’s changed. Those who remain from the Empire have become much more reckless, making the missions we’ve been having are much riskier.” 

Luke gently squeezes your hands. “That’s because we’re getting closer and closer to finalizing a win for the rebellion, for the people. Every mission we take brings us a step closer to securing a galaxy free from the Empire.” 

You nod and guide him to sit with you on the bed. You remain holding his left hand in both of yours, resting them on your lap. “Tell me. You look... tired.”

He laughs. “It was a long trip back.”

“Not physically tired. You look like you have a lot on your mind.”

Luke sighs and smiles at you, his blue eyes full of warmth, but also full of thoughts. “You‘ve always been able to pick me apart you know.” 

“Yeah I know,” you tease. “Now tell me what’s on your mind.”

Luke sighs deeply. You can tell he’s had a lot to deal with; knowing him, he’d probably kept the heaviest of it to himself. Luke was one of the most selfless persons you’d met, but with that selflessness came  a lot of extra weight on Luke’s shoulders. You were glad he trusted you enough to confide in you; you’d certainly gone to him many times before while experiencing high stress situations. 

“Since before I traveled to Pilio I had sensed something special about the planet,” Luke began. “As soon as R2 and I arrived I saw that the Empire was there, confirming what I’d previously sensed. When I was able to track where the Empire was settling, I heard someone call for help.”

“Who was it?” 

Luke looked at you, gauging your reaction.  “He was a special operations soldier from the Empire. His uniform indicated he was part of Inferno Squad.”

You could feel your face warm up with emotion. “He was part of Inferno Squad?”

“He was.” Luke now took a hold of both of your hands in his, bringing your hands to his lap in a form of comfort. 

“Did you help him?” you asked, but you already knew the answer to your question. 

“I did.”

Unshed tears slightly blurred your vision. You knew it was unfair, but you asked anyways. “Why did you help him? Do you know how many of our own have perished because of Inferno Squad?” 

Luke put a hand on your shoulder, keeping his other hand over your now clenched fists. “I do. I helped him because he asked for help. He was trapped, defenseless. If we want to save this galaxy from the evils of the Empire we need to learn to forgive and give help to those who need it.” 

You nod as you look at your hands on Luke’s lap. His hand that was on your shoulder moved to wipe a tear that had trickled down your cheek. You looked up to see Luke’s face close to yours, his blue eyes looking deep into yours, seeing all of the pain and loss years in the rebellion had brought, pain and loss that was reflected in his own eyes. 

“Did he at least say thank you?” you asked after taking a couple deep breaths.

Luke chuckled. “He didn’t actually. And I saved him from some falling rocks after that.”

“Typical imps,” you laughed and rolled your eyes playfully. “Did you find out why the Empire was in Pilio?”

Luke nods. “They went to destroy a vault of the Emperor’s.”

“Do you think this has anything to do with Operation Cinder? Leia told me today about the rumors surrounding the Empire’s operation, but we haven’t been able to gain much information on it.”

“I think it might. I’m going to have to speak to Lando about the information he’s gathered and see if we can find a direction as to where this operation is headed. As soon as I know something concrete, I’ll make sure to let you know.”

“Thanks Luke, I appreciate it,” you say. “I appreciate you keeping me informed on all of this.”

Luke moves slightly to sit closer to you, his thigh touching yours, your right hand and his left clasped together on top of your laps. He looks down at your interlocked fingers and smiles. You can tell he has more on his mind.

“What’s wrong Luke?” you ask him.

He hesitates. “I... worry sometimes. About what will happen when the galaxy knows about Leia and I’s father. I know that what matters is the relationship Leia and I have with our parents’ memory, but how can I confidently lead a new generation of Jedi after what happened to my father?”

“Oh Luke.” You place your hand on Luke’s cheek, moving his face so he can look at you. “You are so much more than your father’s son. He made mistakes, irreversible mistakes, but that doesn’t mean you’ll make those same mistakes. I’m a much better person thanks to you. Before I met you, before I joined the rebellion, I would only think about myself. I know I shouldn’t blame myself, but thanks to you I now know there’s more to life than just surviving.”

Luke’s eyes gleam with something you’re too scared to identify, but you’re sure your eyes reflect the same feeling back at him. Normally, you’d be careful not to overstep, but too much has happened between you both, so many things unsaid, that you decide not to hold back on what you want to tell him. 

“There’s so many beings who care about you,” you continue. “Not because you’re a Jedi, not because you’re a commander in the rebellion, but because of who you are. They’d be willing to die for you because they know you’d be willing to die for them. They know you are willing to die for them.” 

At this point, you’re holding his hand to your chest. “You’re a friend, a brother, a leader. Leia loves you. Your friends love you. And I love you, because you’re the most selfless person I’ve ever met.”

There it was. A simple three words, really, but a statement that was packed with so much. 

You expect Luke to react surprised, but instead you see his smile widen, his eyes grow warmer. 

“You know, I never thought I’d meet someone like you when I first joined Han, Leia, Chewie and Lando in all of this,” he says.

Your heart clenches in your chest. While words of endearment weren’t rare between the both of you, hearing Luke speak to you like this always makes your heart race. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I never thought I’d meet someone who cares about me like you do. I know I have Leia, Han, Chewie, and Lando, but what we have is more than that. Something I never thought I’d have the fortune of experiencing. I want to thank you for that. Thank you for caring for me in the way that you do. And thank you for being patient with me, through all of this instability that hasn’t allowed what’s between us to materialize. But I want you to know that I love you too, deeply. Much deeper than I could ever imagine I could love someone.”

You feel fresh tears spring to your eyes as you put both hands on Luke’s cheeks. His hands are on your arms, keeping you close to him. 

The kiss you give Luke can only be described as otherworldly. Months of unsaid feelings, of fleeting glances and lingering touches culminate into the kiss.  Unsaid but understood promises are included in that single kiss as well. 

You pull away but keep your face close to his, your eyes searching his face for any sign of regret. You find nothing but what you’d been seeing on his face for the last several months, but were too afraid to name: love. A love that you know will remain, no matter what happens moving forward. A love that will transpire past fallen empires. A love that will keep both of you alive, if even just for the promise of seeing each other again. 

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[i-write-sometimes-blog]

Salvation (Captain Phasma x Reader)

Request: Can I request a post Last Jedi Captain Phasma x Jedi!reader imagine where the reader finds Phasma and saves her bringing her the new resistance base to heal her. Eventually Phasma begins to trust the reader opening up as they fall for each other with the trio being very supportive. She fully joins the resistance becoming a captain once again but fighting alongside her Jedi S/O? By anon

Words: 1,672

A/N: I'm only half proud of this, the request was truly awesome and I feel like I couldn't make it justice, also sorry for the delay. Anyways, I hope you like it!

The explosion came outta nowhere, it hitted the dreadnought stronger than any blaster could have, sending you straight to the floor for Maker knows how long.

When you finally recovered consciousness you found yourself surrounded by debris and flames. This plan just had became more complicated than expected, first you got separated from Finn and Rose, now this.

You had to leave the ship as soon as possible before it turned into a giant mess of metal pieces. Before it was too late.

Looking around you saw a few broken TIE-fighters that wouldn’t help you much so you kept looking, walking towards the other side of the big now destroyed angar and finally you spotted a transborder.

A few meters away from the ship you heard someone softly groaning in pain, fearing it would be one of your friends you decided to take a look into the pile of debris. The closer you were the more clear you heard the pain in her voice while a bunch of curses left her mouth, the closer you got you realized you didn’t know whose voice was it but it was the voice of a woman slightly modulated voice.

Then you saw her shiny armor, a chromium stormtrooper armor you recognized in an instant which made you ignite your lightsaber just in case, its green light illuminating the broken visor of her face that allowed to see a small fraction of her face. Captain Phasma.

“Oh, it’s just you.” you murmured looking down at her struggling to even move. “Where are my friends?” you asked, she didn't answer. "Tell me!"

"I don't know!" She groaned. You observed her for a moment, she seemed to be telling the truth and you couldn't sense your friends so you assumed they left the ship, you hoped they did.

Turning off your lightsaber you started to walk away the big pile of ruins letting the big woman behind you.

"Wait! The whole ship's going to blow up." You heard Phasma barely screaming "You can't leave me here!"

You stopped looking over your shoulder to find her deep blue eye begging you to help her.

"Please, don’t leave me here." She pleaded, you met her gaze for a moment and even though you could barely see her face her eye expressed pure honesty and you couldn't help but feel compassion for her, it was on your nature and in your training as a Jedi to have compassion for all living beings, even for those who you called enemies. “Please” she murmured.

You sighed before turning back to Phasma. “Don’t make me regret this” you cautioned already moving some big pieces of metal that kept her trapped. Then you helped her get up, she seemed weak and heavily injured though you wasn’t sure how much, but that heavy armor saved her from the big fall.

With all your strength you walked with the Captain of the stormtroopers by your side, her tall figure leaned on you body, she was barely able to walk but had the determination of a survivor and even though she was cursing and groaning in pain she never stopped until you reached the ship, where she finally felt uncusion, exhausted and weak.

You piloted the ship, heading to the new Resistance base.

******

“You brought her here!?” Phasma heard a few voices in the distance as she slowly recovered consciousness. They seemed distant and somehow familiar but she was too asleep to recognized them.

“What you wanted me to do? Leave her there to die?” you added calmly leaning in the wall outside the infirmary.

“Yes, yes exactly that.” Finn said, he was absolutely not happy to have Phasma in the Resistance base “She deserves it. You have an idea of the cruel things she’ve done. She’s the stormtrooper.”

“And so you were, Finn.” you told him “But we let you join us because you realized you were in the wrong side, so she can. You more than anyone should know people can change for good.”

“Not her.” he shook his head “You don’t know her, Phasma is a lost cause and I’m sure she will call the First Order if you give her a chance.”

“He’s right.” intervened Poe “We can’t trust her.”

“She can be useful” Rey added disconcerting the boys.

You turned to see the only one in the small group that was still quiet, meeting her gaze you knew she had an idea.

“We need to be ahead of them, if someone knows the next move of the First Order it’s Phasma.” Rey continued. Finn seemed annoyed, not satisfied with the words of his friend. “Tell me I’m wrong.” she told him.

He sighed. “You’re right, Rey. Even though I don’t like it… she could be useful.”

"I have a bad feeling about this" Finn said.

Meanwhile they kept arguing for a little longer about what would happen to Phasma, the Captain recovered completely her consciousness and finally recognized the voices outside the unfamiliar place.

‘FN-2187… and the jedi’ she thought and it was confirmed when you walked into the room.

“I see you’re already healing” you said watching the Captain scanning the room with her blue stare. “You were lucky you had that armor on, it protected you well. Just a few injuries but you’ll be fine.”

Phasma’s eyes travel from the room to her body, defenseless without her chromium armor, weak and injured and then she met your gaze from the first time since she was here and she found serenity in your eyes.

“Why am I here and not in a cell?” were her first words.

“Because you have to heal” you told her “And because we don’t have a cell” you joked but she didn’t laugh.

“If your plan is get information from me you can forget it.” she said immediately after you figuring out the fraction of the conversation she heard. “I won’t tell you anything, Jedi.”

“Don’t call me that, I have a name” you told her. “I’m Y/N, and we’ll see. I have a feeling you’re gonna like it here”.

Phasma growled in response, shifting uncomfortably in the very small mattress.

It took some time for her to get used to being there, it took her even longer to learn how to trust in you. At the beginning she was angry, very angry, threatening you how she would destroy not only you but the whole Resistance. You tried to be patient with her, you knew she only needed time and so time you gave her.

As her wounds were slowly healing you were there every day to make sure they were healing well, nobody had ever cared for her injuries before, it the First Order everything was different, cold, lonely and Phasma learned that it was better to be on her own. The Resistance on the other hand they treated each other like a family, she observed the way you and your friends were always looking up for one another, she had never had something like that and yet there you were sitting on the floor next to her, it made her feel a strange warm sensation growing inside her, maybe she did wanted to be there.

Phasma never realized when or why she fell for you, maybe it was for the way your presence calmed her down or that she could speak freely with you, she trusted you enough to mentined her past in the hostile planet Parnassos and you told her about your early training back in Luke’s temple. And you couldn’t help but tell her how much damage the First Order had done in your life as well as in many others. It made her feel regret for the first time in a very long time.

You enjoyed being around the tall woman, loved to see her blue eyes and you thanked they weren’t hide behind a helmet anymore. The imposing Captain of the stormtroopers turned out to be a fragile woman without her armor, another hurted human that learned to push away everyone to protect herself from that cruel world… everyone but you. You sensed the force around her every day less full of anger, softer, calmer.

Though your friends weren’t sure about her at first when they saw you laughing with her they changed their mind. Everyone deserved at least a chance to try again, Poe knew sometimes you do bad things but can always find the right path again, Rey trusted in the small light inside Phasma that grew brighter when she was with you. Finn accepted she could change, just like you said she would.

And then one day Phasma decided she wanted to help others and not just herself, she wanted to fight for those who couldn’t, she wanted to fight for you.

“I’ve been thinking.” she told you once you were walking around the new base, still in construction. “what now that I’m completely healed?”

“Well, we still don’t have a cell so that’s not option” you joked owning a small chuckle from her as a delicate smile curved her lips, then she stopped giving you a more serious look.

“I want to join the rebellion” she said and it really took you by surprise.

“You what?” you asked confused but filled with a sudden happiness, staring at her hopefully.

“I want to join your stupid rebellion” she said in a careless tone “Why’re you looking me like that, Y/N? To survive you have to follow the strongest side, the side that’s going to win at the end.” she told you. “This has nothing to do with you”

It did, it was the reason she decided to fight, she didn’t need to tell you for you to know that she was fighting for you. You looked at her for a moment, appreciating the way her golden hair fell over her face, her delicate features, her lovely gaze. You would fight for her too.

“Then welcome to the Resistance” you said “Captain Phasma, Leader of the rebel army.”

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[silvereddaye]

Two Babies and the 501st

This is a WIP. I may not do anything else with it, but I’d like to. The concept is what if Luke and Leia as babies somehow time travel back to the Clone Wars in the middle of battle. The clones have to take care of these mysterious babies who are supposedly the children of their general. Hijinks ensue. (PS I haven’t proof read this at all. So there could be a lot of mistakes.)

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Anakin walked into the base of the 501st after a successful battle. They hadn’t won the war for this planet yet. That was still quite a ways off. The Separatists had dug in deep. Luckily there weren’t many settlements here. The planet was mostly mining and lumber camps. There weren’t even large factories to process the raw materials. Everything was shipped off the planet as soon as they collected it. But the resource-rich planet was needed on both sides of this war and neither one wanted to let it go to the other. That was why General and Jedi Knight, Anakin Skywalker, was there with his clone troops. He would free this planet. 

Well after a meal, a sonic shower, and some sleep. He didn’t want to look over reports. He didn’t want to send a report to the Jedi Council. He just wanted some rest. His body felt heavy. His Jedi robes were dusty and singed. He stretched as he walked through the base. Clones saluted or nodded hello. He had a good rapport with his men, but they seemed to be staring. Anakin looked himself over. He didn’t have any large bleeding wounds. He still had all of his clothes and his lightsaber. He patted his head. His hair was there. He slowed down his pace. Yes. The clones were staring at him. 

He groaned and altered course. Something was going on or had happened and the rumor mill had already caught hold of it. He didn’t want to wake up several hours later having to deal with the fallout of old gossip or updated plans. He made his way to the command building but stopped as he noticed Captain Rex jogging over to him. 

“General, sir!” Rex said as he came to a stop. “You’re needed in the medics’ hall.” 

“Is something wrong? Is it Ahsoka? Did she--”

“Commander Tano is fine, sir,” Rex said. “But it’s uh . . . Well uh . . . the men on patrol in the east valley they uh . . . You need to come see this for yourself, sir.” 

Anakin nodded and made his way towards the long thin building where the medics had set up. It was odd to see Rex so flustered. He wondered what could have possibly twisted the captain’s tongue up. The closer he got to the medics, the more the clones seemed to be staring at him. A few even whispered to a fellow trooper when they saw him. Oh. There was definitely something up. Something to do with him, but what had he done? He was almost tempted to spin around and demand answers from Rex, who was following directly behind him. But he kept walking.

He entered the medics’ hall. There was a row of thin metal medical beds lining one wall. Beyond that were tables and stations for the medics to work. There was a group of clones crowded around something back there. He could just make out the tips of Ahsoka’s montrals among the crowd. 

“Alright men, what’s the problem?” 

A hush fell among all of them at once. They all turned around to face them. Their eyes were wide. It wasn’t fear or concern, but curiosity? What in the Force was going on? Then he heard it. A cry. A very distinctive cry. A cry that clones did not and could not make. It was not a cry from Ahsoka. It was a cry of a baby. The clones parted as he rushed forward. 

On the table were two babies dressed in off-white onesies. They were both fair-skinned humans. They were the same size and looked very similar. One baby had lighter hair than the other, but that was all Anakin noticed that was different. Everyone was silent and watching him. The only noise was from the lighter-haired baby. 

“Where did these come from?” Anakin asked waving his hand at the babies. 

Humans weren’t the colonizers on this planet. It was mostly Sullustans, Wookies, and a few Tarros. He hadn’t seen any reports of humans on the planet, but that didn’t mean they weren’t any. 

“We found them in a box, sir,” one clone said. “In the east valley. All alone. No one around for miles.” 

Who would leave two babies near an active war zone? 

“There, uh, was a note sir. Addressed to you.” 

“Me?” 

Someone passed him a folded piece of flimsi paper. Written on it in neat handwriting he didn’t recognize was his own name: Anakin Skywalker. He flipped the paper open. The note read: These are your children. Luke and Leia. His eyes snapped back up to the babies. Babies! He absentmindedly put the note on the table as he placed both his hands down flat and leaned over. He looked down at the children.

It was . . . It was impossible!

“This is impossible!” he said as he leaned away. “These aren’t my children! I have never . . . never . . .”

“Never what?” Ahsoka asked with a huge grin. 

Anakin’s cheeks flushed red. 

“It’s impossible,” he repeated. It was! The only person he had ever slept with was Padme! And there was no way these were her children! She wouldn’t have left them in a battlefield! Plus she was never pregnant. 

“We could do a quick DNA test,” a medic offers. 

“Why would we do that?” Anakin asked. “There is no way these are my children!” It was clear no one else believed him. They were are skeptical. Even Ahsoka. “Fine!” he shouted. “Let’s prove they aren’t mine.” 

The results stated that 1.) the babies were siblings and 2.) Anakin Skywalker was their father. Which was still impossible. 

“I don’t . . . How . . . I mean I never have slept with . . . Who . . . “ Anakin rambled as he paced back and forth in the back of the hall. Ahsoka had the girl baby, Leia, in her arms. She was feeding her a bottle. Apparently, whoever had left the babies, had also thought to pack their box with formula and diapers. One of the clones had the other baby. The clone smiled as the baby nodded off. “They’re clones or something,” Anakin muttered. “Or somehow someone got my blood or genes and made some babies in test tubes because there is no way, no way!, these babies came about naturally. That is for sure!” 

“Did you want to hold her?” Ahsoka asked. 

Anakin froze as he looked at his padawan and . . . and . . . daughter? No. No, he wasn’t going to think of these babies like that. They were not his. There had been an error. 

“No,” he said. “I uh . . . Gotta go make a report to the Council.” 

He rushed past the babies without looking at them and out of the hall. It felt like every kriffin’ clone was looking at him. Did they know? They had to know. Juicy gossip travels fast. The officers and troopers in the command room were professional if they knew. No one gave him any long or odd looks. He didn’t pause. He marched straight to the comms room, told the officer on duty to leave, and immediately dialed up the council on the large blue holotable. It didn’t take long for the blue hologram of Obi-Wan to show up. He was thank-the-Force alone. 

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said. “How did your attack on--”

“There are babies,” Anakin blurted out. 

Obi-Wan blinked. “Babies?” 

“Two babies. Twins. A patrol found them. They had been abandoned here. There was, uh, a note saying so. The clones brought them here. We can’t keep babies here. I need a transport to lift them out.” 

“Anakin, the Separatists have put up a blockade around that system to prevent any supplies from reaching you and your men. We can’t get a transport in, much less out again.”

He knew that. He totally, completely knew that, but had just forgotten it for a moment. Kriff. 

“What am I going to do?” 

“Where is the closest settlement? You could drop them off there?” 

“What? No! I can’t do that!” 

“Why not? You said it yourself. You can’t keep babies there. They’ll be much safer in a camp. Probably someone will adopt them.” 

His heart was tight. He didn’t want the babies, or well he did want babies. He wanted lots of babies with Padme, but this was a different matter. He didn’t want these babies right now, but he couldn’t stomach just giving them away. They were . . . supposedly his. 

“Anakin?” Obi-Wan asked. 

“Yes,” he said. “Yes. I’ll deal with it.” 

He clicked the call off before another word could be said, because the only “deal with it” Anakin could think of was he was going to keep the babies. With his army. During a war. 

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[dalekofchaos]

My critique of the Sequel Trilogy Lightsaber duels

My biggest problems with the Sequel Trilogy are the blatant rip off and unoriginality, no clear plan at all, lore breaking bullshit, lack of worldbuilding and poor executions of great character concepts. In this post, one of my My biggest gripes with the Sequels is the terrible Lightsaber fights.

The only good duel in my opinion is Finn vs Kylo Ren. This feels raw and powerful. A hardened soldier who has just became familiar to Lightsaber combat vs a trained dark side warrior. Despite Ren's years on training, though, Finn puts up a good fight and is able to hold his own before having his back sliced up. But.....that's what kills the fight for me. Finn's injuries. If this were in the first 6 movies or anywhere in the EU, Finn would be in a wheelchair or in a bacta tank for life. And guess what? A movie later and Finn’s injuries are never brought up again or treated with any severity.

Like Finn’s injuries, Finn’s rivalry with Kylo Ren is dropped for no reason whatsoever and never mentioned again. Finn and Kylo Ren are narrative foils, yet after TFA it’s dropped??? From the start they have been prominent foils to each other: dark from light and light from dark, both in the First Order but in drastically different positions. And Kylo too obviously has strong feelings about his defection. I also believe that Finn is the awakening in the force that Kylo and Snoke felt. Perhaps that is why Kylo focused on Finn and is so angry about him. Finn is also the first person to use the legacy lightsaber and is the first to actually fight Kylo. TLJ could've focused on Finn and Kylo being  narrative foils having a force connection and Kylo wondering why Finn would switch to the Resistance while Finn wonders why Kylo joined The First Order and  Rey standing in the middle of it all wondering with the new realization that her family has a mixed past of good and evil and her questioning where exactly does she belong? The way at the height of tfa when Kylo Ren rejected Han Solo’s offer for redemption and killed him he looked over and noticed Finn. Like they both locked eyes and in that moment was a surge of emotions between them— shock (and some fear) on Finn’s end, and anger on Kylo’s as he shouts at Finn that he’s a traitor— and those circumstances set Finn and Kylo up to be the dynamic for the sequel trilogy. They were foils, and the trilogy had the potential to truly expand on that and see their development in a final standoff/rematch at the very end. But it was wasted, because why have good movies.

Rey vs Kylo Ren. This duel was bullshit from start to finish. Okay, I don't care how force sensitive she is. I don't care that she downloaded Kylo's abilities in the interrogation. ANd I don't give a fuck WHO she turned out to be related to. If you are thrown into a tree, you are gonna be out for at least an hour. I will hand it to them that it feels like a genuine fight, but it just feels cheap when Rey won. It also doesn't make it any better that Kylo's injuries doesn't force him to wear the helmet at all times, his facial wounds are non-consequential. Rey has no prior training. Never held a lightsaber. Rey fighting off thieves with her quarterstaff is not the same thing, it is understandable that Kylo was struggling because of his injuries, but Rey didn’t struggle against Kylo. Even Luke struggled with Vader and Anakin struggled with Dooku. What should have happened is as it looks like Kylo is about to win, Chewie from the Falcon fires his bowcaster to keep Ren at bay and both Rey and Finn make it to the Falcon. This way we can keep Kylo Ren strong and show Rey struggling to overcome Kylo. It will also show This is how powerful he is when injured, so imagine him at his peak. Instead we get a pointless fight instead of Rey and Finn just escaping Starkiller base while Ren collapses due to injuries and Rey beating Kylo served no purpose(the end goal to destroy Starkiller Base was already accomplished) and helped derail their villain of the trilogy.

The Throne Room Duel. Everyone knew that Rey and Kylo would kill the Praetorian Guards. This is a fight with absolutely zero stakes. It's one thing if Rey and Kylo dueled Snoke himself, that might be a good fight. But come on, did anyone REALLY think they would lose? There is no tension in the scene and it is pointless. Kylo Ren and Rey are fighting a faceless a group of guards that we know absolutely nothing about and have literally no purpose in the entire story except for this one fight. We know neither of the characters are going to die because these are just faceless red shirts and there is still like 30 to 40 minutes left of the movie. Terrible editing takes away any enjoyment one might have with the fight choreography, if you've got to literally photoshop out the bad guys weapons in post production to not look stupid you might need to recoreograph the shot. There are multiple times where Rey, Kylo and the guards are just doing motions and actions because they look cool but serve no purpose but to look cool. Kylo stabbing the ground? Pointless. Rey twirling her rave stick around while someone falls behind her, pointless. Not even once do we see them displaying their powers is what cheapens the fight. Kylo Ren is powerful enough to freeze a blaster and a person in place and Rey herself unlocked Kylo’s powers, so the two of them could have easily ended the fight sooner than it was dragged out. Kylo is powerful in the force but he SERIOUSLY could not stop a Praetorian Guard choke holding him and Rey struggled with a guard? Rey and Kylo were stronger in TFA and are just made weaker in the duel with the Praetorian Guards. Kylo could have frozen half of the guards and Rey could have mind tricked the other half into killing the frozen guards and Kylo and Rey could have finished them. They are masters of light and darkness, but they are made weaker. The throne room scene is a symbolization of everything wrong with the movie. It’s all flash, but no substance and the more you think about it, the worse it gets.

All this duel makes me believe is that Rey and Ben should’ve both switched sides in TLJ. Rey gives in to the dark side and Ben returns home. Rey is the most Sith like character if you obey the rules of George Lucas for Light and Dark sides of the force. Ben Solo is more Jedi like throughout the movie until the end. Let me explain. Rey throughout the sequel trilogy has given in to her passion and anger. In the end of TFA Rey gave in to anger and hate to defeat Kylo. and in TLJ she is shown to use anger and hate throughout the movie. She is shown to as Yoda put it “take the quick and easy path to the dark side” gives in to anger and hate in almost every scene before she boards the Supremacy and gave in to the temptations of the dark side water cave. Her dark side actions in TROS speak for itself. Ben is calm and clear minded like a Jedi, he even wants to cut all ties to attachments like a Jedi. Everything we were told of the Jedi and how disciplined they are, Ben displays that in TLJ until after the Throne room fight. Hell, EVEN THE THRONE ROOM FIGHT SUGGESTS THIS. Think about the fact that Ben really does not move or even engage. He just stands there and dodges and swings once when the guard rushes him. Contrast that to Rey, who is clearly being more aggressive with her lightsaber and attacking rather than just being passive. How again is Rey the Jedi and Kylo is the dark side force user in this movie? They’re fighting in the exact opposite way they should be. Rey fights for the kill while Kylo gets a glancing blow in the armor in the opening fight. Their style of fighting in the Throne Room with the Praetorian Guards really suggests that they should’ve switched sides. What they should have done is have Ben realize that Snoke was evil and shows regret for his actions and turn to the light. While Rey feeling betrayed by Luke and the revelation of her family turns to the dark. This would not only be unexpected but would even rival Vader’s “I am your father” twist. And it would logically follow what we’ve seen of these two characters leading up to this point. Rather than just out of the blue Kylo turns angry and irrational and Rey is calm when Ben was calm and rational throughout the movie and Rey was full of anger and hate throughout this movie. You have them follow an arc that makes sense for their individual personalities. Ben is always calm, but he felt betrayed by those on the light, but he comes to realize that betrayal was an incorrect perception and he desperately wants to make amends to Luke and Leia and therefore he should rejoin what he knows in his heart is good. While Rey is full of passion and anger and as that builds up and she realizes that even the great Jedi Luke Skywalker is a disappointment and her family abandoned her, she knows the only person who can live up to her own expectations is herself and that self-centered attitude leads her to the dark side. That would make sense and we would have something to fight for, save Rey from herself or stop her.

Luke Skywalker and Kylo Ren. Originally, I thought they were gonna have Luke first send the Walkers’ turboblasts right back at them and use the force to bring down the transports, TIEs and the shuttle and then toy with his nephew like Vader did to him and leave Kylo Ren in defeat and his ruined fleet. In a way he did(minus the ruined fleet), but it took away any tension away by having Luke just be a force projection. He wasn't there. His moment with Leia and 3-PO doesn't feel genuine anymore. And the "duel" if you can call it that is just bad. Luke doesn't have his Green Lightsaber and their blades do not clash. A Jedi is all about defense. But a Jedi will also fight in self-defense to defend others. The argument that Luke did the "most Jedi thing ever" is bullshit. A Jedi will stand up for what's right and face the threat. Instead Luke pulled a practical joke and died pointlessly. I mean if he instead pulled the X-Wing out afterwords and told R2 "Come on R2, we've got work to do." I would forgive that and then we could've gotten a genuine master and apprentice relationship between Luke and Rey and a proper reunion between Luke and Leia. But no, he has to die of force exhaustion. If Palpatine, who uses the force like crack didn't die of force exhaustion, then why did Luke?

The duels in TROS are all equally terrible. Not once did I felt any excitement between Rey and Kylo's duels as I did with Finn and Kylo from TFA. Every Lightsaber duel is forgettable. The fight in Ren's Quarters is just bad. The fight on the Death Star Ruins is just terrible. It's like they both got high on deathsticks and could barley remember that they are both trained with a Lightsaber. Fighting in ruins surrounded by water SHOULD BE EXCITING! But they did everything in their power to make this duel boring, mediocre and lackluster. They act as if they are swinging bats, not Lightsabers. Lightsabers aren’t baseball bats, stop treating them like they are!  

The worst part is that THIS was the final Lightsaber duel of the Star Wars saga. A huge step down if compared to Obi Wan vs Anakin in Mustafar and Darth Vader vs Luke Skywalker in the Emperor’s Throne Room, which unlike the previous prequel, had awesome shooting and use of the soundtrack, also being very lengthy.

Then we get the Luke and Leia flashback. The ONLY well choreographed fight scene is a fucking flashback.

Then Ben Solo and the Knights Of Ren. Again, we know the Knights are gonna die. If JJ Abrams bothered to characterize the Knights, then yes they might've had a chance, but like the Praetorian Guards, they exist for background and die pointlessly.

Of Course we don't get to see Palpatine duel wielding his twin Sith Lightsabers and fighting Rey and Ben, cause JJ mr I hate the Prequels can't give the fans any decent Lightsaber fights. Instead of Palpatine facing Rey and Ben in an epic climatic final battle, we get Palpatine killed by his own lightning.

The fights in TFA is adequate at best. TLJ is meaningless. TROS is absolutely terrible and forgettable.

John, Daisy and Adam deserved better choreography than they were given. There's no excuse for the lackluster duels we see in the ST, whether from Rey, Finn or Kylo.

One of the biggest complaints for the Prequels is Lightsaber fights is "they are too choreographed" and anyone who believes this is an idiot. What? You wanted Jedi in their prime to slap sticks like old people? You wanted them to fight like drunken hobos? One of the best things in the prequels was finally getting to see the Jedi finally go all out in some awesome lightsaber duels. The Jedi should be masters at Lightsaber combat. Fight choreography is a good thing. Look at the duels in the prequels. You can like or hate them but the duel between Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon and Maul was great. As was Obi-Wan vs Jango, Yoda vs Dooku and every duel in ROTS. Even The Clone Wars had great fight choreography. There was more planning and choreography in The Clone Wars S7E10 than in the whole sequel trilogy.

Seriously, why wasn't Nick Gillard contacted? He is the main reason why the Lightsaber duels in the prequels were so good. I don't care if too many Lightsabers were a big complaint amongst the Prequel haters, the duels were good. So instead of great fight scenes, you traded great fight choreography for mediocre baseball bat fights?

The choreography is not the issue alone. There is no emotion. In TFA. Starkiller Base was already set to blow, so the fight was pointless. In TLJ there is no emotion at stake for the Throne Room fight and the Resistance already got away prior to Luke's pointless death. Rey vs Kylo doesn’t even matter because the characters HAVE THE SAME GOAL. Both want to get to Exegol via a wayfinder before the duel and both get to Exegol with a wayfinder (or memory of it) at the end of the duel. While Kylo gets redeemed, the duel wasn’t necessary for this part as Leia just needed to talk to him and then give him the force induced memory. The only thing this proves is that Rey is not a Jedi because she gives into anger and blind rage to start the duel.

The duels in the prequels and originals had themes, emotion and meaning. Not just that but they looked damn impressive and was the spectacle that helped made Star Wars, Star Wars.

There isn't any good musical scores for any of the Lightsaber fights either or at the very least, nothing memorable. Nothing as iconic as Duel Of Fates, Battle Of Heroes and the Throne Room fight in ROTJ. I don't remember any themes in the Sequels and that's a problem.

And it doesn’t help that these duels have no meaningful deaths either. A bunch of faceless guards and Luke (through indirect means) are the only deaths via a duel. But this is what happens when you hide the mentor archetype on an island and have the hero and villain go at it for three films.

The Lightsaber duel is no longer an emotional spectacle and a grand duel to the death. It's a bunch of idiots high on deathsticks fighting pointlessly and fighting for absolutely nothing. Rey fights like a Sith but she's a Jedi. Ben fights like a Jedi but is leading the First Order? They don't matter anymore and the duels in the sequels are the most forgettable thing about them.

#Anti Sequel Trilogy #Anti TFA #Anti TROS #Anti TLJ #Rey #Finn #Kylo Ren #Ben Solo

[jasontoddiefor]

Summary: That one AU in which Obi-Wan raises Luke. Today we’re getting Obi-Wan a job because babies are expensive.

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Raising a child turned out to be more expensive than Obi-Wan had first thought when he’d arrived on Tatooine. Of course, when he had first stepped on Tatooine, he had still expected to hand Luke over to his Aunt and Uncle. It had only been on the second night, spent in a terrible cheap inn, that he realized he couldn’t give Luke up. He’d bonded with this child and Obi-Wan, for all that he had tried to be the perfect Jedi, had never learned how to let go properly. He hadn’t been able to let go of Anakin’s child, the last remnant of his family.

Living out in the Jundland Wastes, Obi-Wan had become fairly self-sufficient. He had bought two vaporators to collect water for Luke and himself and had found some roots that were so persistent they even grew on a desert planet such as this one. But Luke was still a newborn who needed to be fed multiple times a day and grew with every passing week. He needed new clothes and baby food. Obi-Wan had brought some from Alderaan, enough for the transfer to Tatooine and to sustain Luke a little while longer should Owen and Beru have been unable to buy some fast enough.

But now Luke was Obi-Wan’s responsibility and he was running out of credits. He needed to think of a new way to gain income. He wasn’t good enough a mechanic to work at the spaceport and he also had no plans to do so. Even on Tatooine they knew of General Kenobi, Jedi traitor. They wouldn’t be able to pick him out of a crowd but Obi-Wan knew he’d be better off avoiding interacting with spacers and smugglers.

“What do you think, Luke?” Obi-Wan asked the baby cooing on his bed.

Obi-Wan’s dwelling, a little hut that had been long abandoned, had come with only one bed that wasn’t doing his joints any favors. He didn’t have a crib for Luke and so had no other option but to sleep next to the baby. The nights got surprisingly cold and sharing body heat was the best way to keep one another warm. The first few nights Obi-Wan had been so scared to crush him in his sleep – he was so very small and frail – but by now he knew better. He’d awaken before that would happen if he slept at all.

“Should we go on a little adventure?”

Luke, of course, couldn’t reply, but he was shining so bright and happy in the Force, Obi-Wan decided to take it as a yes. The sun had not yet risen, but the planet was starting to warm up. Obi-Wan estimated that they had about two hours before the winds in the canyons would become a problem. He picked Luke up and strapped him to his chest, his head resting right above Obi-Wan’s heartbeat. He had carried him like this through all spaceports and ships until they’d made it to Tatooine. Luke was used to it by now and so was Obi-Wan. It was almost relaxing to feel his little heart beating in addition to his Force presence. Like this he was sure that Luke was alive, that not everything was lost.

Obi-Wan packed a bag for the two of them and walked out of the door, humming one tune or another. Luke resented silence, he’d always start fussing. It wasn’t like Obi-Wan had anyone to really talk to, so he had taken to singing. His voice wasn’t anything special, certainly not as nice as Anakin’s had been, but he could hold a tune.

He started the speeder and began to drive towards the canyons. He didn’t know where exactly he was heading, what the Force was trying to tell him, but he figured he should follow his old Master’s advice. When in doubt, trust in the Force, it will provide.

Time passed, the sky turned a light purple, then pink and orange. Obi-Wan kept on driving, stopping only once in a while to check on Luke, who had slowly dozed off. When the sun had almost risen completely, Obi-Wan decided to take another break as Luke stirred. He spotted some caves in a distance and decided their shadows would make a better resting place. He parked his speeder right in front of them and walked inside. As expected, the caves were quite cool.

“Not so bad for a boring planet, right?” Obi-Wan asked Luke. “This is certainly remote enough and not Tusken territory. Doubt the Jawas would come here as well. Might make a nice vacation spot, what do you think?”

Luke, of course, couldn’t reply, but he cheerily sent Obi-Wan his emotions.

“You’re right, this is a happy place,” Obi-Wan vocalized Luke’s feelings.

He was already quite strong in the Force, sharing his emotions and dreams with Obi-Wan. He’d be a delight to teach someday, certainly would have made every Master at the temple proud-

Shut it in a box. Sink the stone to the bottom of the river. Burn all reminders.

Obi-Wan could afford to project his darkness around Luke.

“Let’s go check it out some more,” Obi-Wan said and walked deeper into the caves. They appeared t be fairly untouched by anyone and their stones echoed with stories of centuries past, speaking of great floods and peace.

Now, why would the Force want him to be here?

Obi-Wan sighed and leaned against one wall of the cave, resting his head on the cool walls. He closed his eyes only for a moment. He hadn’t actually attempted to meditate since he had decided to keep Luke. He couldn’t think of facing what had happened, not when he needed to be there for Luke and couldn’t afford to break down. But maybe he’d try here, sometime in the future. Not now.

He opened his eyes again and saw something flicker just a few steps away from him. Curious, Obi-Wan walked over to the niche in the wall. He expected it closer and found a little green stone, reflecting the light from the cave’s entrance. It wasn’t very big, but the one just above it was. Obi-Wan took out his lightsaber and used its end to hit against the stone until it broke off. It was rather pretty. Frowning, Obi-Wan walked out of the cave again to hold the stone up against the sunlight.

It flickered rather beautifully and it was clear. No flaws within the stone. He could probably sharpen it with the Force. He’d never used it to shape a crystal that wasn’t kyber, but the process couldn’t be any more difficult.

“How much do you think this is worth, Luke? Enough to buy you a crib?”

Luke was looking up at him with those beautiful and painfully familiar blue eyes. The stone Obi-Wan had found didn’t measure up against them, but it might still be worth something. He’d have to check the next time he stopped in the city. He wasn’t sure yet if this was really what the Force had sent him here for, but he should investigate it anyway.

(Turned out that, when cut correctly, the stone was worth enough to provide a steady income. It wasn’t what the Force had sent Obi-Wan there for, he wouldn’t know until he’d discovered more of the caves where the Force sang as it did on Ilum.)

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #Luke Skywalker #fanfic #obi wan raises luke au #bold of obi-wan to assume this small baby would ever sleep peacefully separated from him now #i wrote this at 1 am in 30 min #no this is not beta read #do i look like i have the time for that

[kittystargen3]

Summary: Alternate Universe- What if Anakin's mother survived and Anakin never went dark side. Padme has the twins on Tatooine and survives. Anakin tries to help the surviving Jedi, while still keeping his family secret. Meanwhile Darth Sidious has been crowned emperor and is going after the remaining Jedi. Rumors have it he's looking for a new apprentice. Anakin gets to be a daddy.

I'm two days late, but I added chapter 52 to Return of the Survivors today. Below is a small selection. Please click the links to read more.

Chapter 52 - Welcome to the Infantry

“Welcome to the White Forty-Seventh Infantry uh Private Skywalker.” Donael, her commander greeted her.

Leia tried to retain composure, but was finding it difficult as she boarded the CR90 Corvette she’d been stationed on. ‘Luke would love this!’ she couldn’t help but think. Of course she missed her brother. But now was not the time to get emotional. She gulped as her captain continued.

“It’s been a while since we’ve had an officer assigned here straight out of Basic Training. Most of your fellow officers have served one or two terms already,” Donael went on, “But I don’t doubt you’ll fit in. We’re an agreeable bunch.” The Captain was an older Duros who’d, she had no doubt, seen many battles in his time. His blue-green skin was wrinkled and he bore a prominent scar on his bald head. “Your quarters are down this way. You’ll be bunking with Aretti. I’ll leave you to get settled in. We have a diplomatic mission in forty eight hours. I trust you’ll be ready.”

“Sir, Yes sir!” Leia enthusiastically replied.

***

Leia rushed into her bunk to unpack her belongings. She didn’t have much, just the usual stuff given out to recruits and what she’d brought from home. She hesitated for a second thinking about her lightsaber. Lennis, her drill sergeant, had said that it would be up to her next commanding officer if she was allowed to use it.

‘ I’ll have to ask the captain,’ Leia thought as she slid it back into her bag. Then she tucked the bag so it was hidden under her bed.

“Oh, hello.” Leia looked up at the new voice to see a Caamasi woman standing in the doorway. Her skin was covered in a greyish fur with brown and black markings on her cheeks and arms. Her ears stuck out to the sides of her head and she had a long snout that was more elegant than rough. Her eyes were a warm deep yellow-brown. And most surprising, she wore a Rebellion Uniform, with one patch on her sleeve.

“Hi, I’m Leia. You are?”

“Corporal Aretti. You’re my new bunkmate.” She declared.

“Yeah, um…” Leia drawled.

“You’re wondering what I’m doing here?” Aretti supplied.

“Uh…” Leia didn’t know how to answer.

“You wouldn’t be the first. I’m a Caamasi soldier, almost like saying I’m a Jedi Pacifist, but here I am.” Aretti held her arms up and spun around.

“Well…” At this point Leia really was tongue tied. Caamasi were known to be pacifist by nature and friends to all. And what she said about Jedi was very outdated. ‘ Maybe in the clone wars, but now. Most Jedi won’t join the Rebellion unless the Emperor comes knocking at their door himself. It’s why I left them after all.’

Aretti continued, “Mine is a very long story. I joined to defend my people. Then after we lost my old Remnant, well, this unit seemed to work out for me. What’s your story? I heard you transferred here right out of basic training.”

“Yeah, I did. I kinda joined up without clearing it with my parents first, and my aunt was really mad at first. But then I impressed my Drill Sergeant and my aunt knows the General, so. That’s how I got here,” Leia summarized as best she could.

“Oh, I see. Say, who was your Drill Sergeant?” Aretti asked.

“Sergeant Vill Lennis,” Leia answered.

“Oh, I know him. He wasn’t mine, but my bunkmate during the sieges trained under him. Said he was a stickler.”

Leia rolled her eyes, “A loud mouth and a stickler, but he wins you over in time. Say, I was wondering, what kind of action do you typically see here. They said we were escorts to some important people, but they weren’t very specific after that. I figured it probably varies from assignment to assignment, but I wanted to be prepared.”

Aretti looked surprised to hear the question. “Oh, you don’t have to worry. It’s an easy post. Our next mission is escorting the Alderaanian Princess. She’s going to be of age in a couple years and her father likely wants her to have some experience seeing the wider galaxy before she takes on her next role. The Princess stands to inherit a seat in the senate. That’s how Alderaan works. A bit old fashioned with the inherited posts, but it’s a great place to live, if you have to settle anywhere.”

Aretti just stopped talking and stared off into space.

Leia meanwhile started to contemplate what she meant by Easy Post. “So mostly protective detail and guard duties,” she guessed. “How often does someone try to harm the mark?… Aretti?” Her companion was silent for several seconds.

“Oh,” Aretti shook her head. “Pardon there, I had a Memnii. I had just arrived on Alderaan. I was feeling grief, from leaving my home, and afraid of all the new things around me. But then one of the Rebels bought us a pastry at a little shop at the docks. Yumm It was so good. I like having that one.”

‘ Memnii, Oh. Memory,’ Leia thought. “That sounds like a good memory.”

“It is. I have to go. I promised Rob I’d help him with his stretches. Rob is in our unit too. Was injured a couple months ago out on the front, and he transferred here until he completes his recovery. Get this, he actually wants to go back to the active unit!” Aretti shrugged. “So I help him, that way he can recover faster. Say, why don’t you come too. That way I can introduce you and give you the tour. The training room is on the other side of the ship, so we’ll be passing most of everything on our way.”

“Alright,” Leia agreed. She gave her guide a smile before stepping forward to follow her out the door.

***

#Jade #star wars leia #leia skywalker #leia organa #Anakin Skywalker doesn't fall to the dark side #rebel alliance #Caamasi #Duros #Rebellion #star wars rebels #bail organa #mara jade #Princess Mara Organa #Star Wars #Starwars #starwars fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #star wars fanfic #starwars fanfic #ao3 fanfic #a03 fanfic

[superhero--imagines]

A/N: If you ask to be tagged, I’m just going to tag you for the whole series.

<--- Part 2 Here!  /  Part 4 Here! --->

* Ben has always thought of himself as a lonely child

* Even when he was surrounded by people, he still felt lonely

* He wasn’t quite sure why, he had a blessed life

* Loving family, a group of extended unrelated aunts and uncles that doted on him, and a clear path for his future

* So why did he feel so alone?

* Perhaps it’s the giant shadow his family casts, his mother a princess and fearsome general, father a war hero, his uncle the last Jedi

* They cast a shadow so large, he feels like he’s drowning

* For most of his childhood Ben smiles without feeling happy, he doesn’t want anyone to worry about him

* This will pass

* “I’m worried about him Luke” He overhears his mother say, late one night

* He isn’t supposed to be up, he isn’t supposed to hear this

* “I think, maybe we should start his training early”

* He understood it then, his future had already been set out for him

* He had heard the stories, of how he would levitate things as a baby, without meaning to

* How it was impressive he could use the force at such a young age

* Of course becoming a Jedi was the natural path for him

* Ben’s always felt lost, but for the first time he feels trapped

* It’s the first time he hears it, the darkness

* “Why stand by those who would not stand by you?”

* “Betray them and seize your future”

* But he can’t do it, he could never betray his family

* He’s at his lowest point, when he meets you

* Your this, tiny little thing, that Holdo brought back from her diplomatic mission

* Bundled in blankets and shivering, terribly malnourished

* You must be about 5 years old

* He hears it from those around him, you were a slave, abused and starved

* Holdo brought you back, claiming you as her daughter now

* But children are cruel, and no one will play with you

* He watches you, sitting by the lake, on that beaten brown dock

* You’re wearing a bright yellow tunic, the smallest size, and it still engulfs you

* A belt wrapped around your waist to keep it in place

* You’re just this small, fragile, thing

* You stare out into the cerulean blue water, you came from the desert, you’ve probably never seen this much blue before

* You look so lonely, as lonely as he feels

* “Can I join you?” He asks, you turn to him. And for the first time, he gets a good look at your face.

* You look at him, it’s not the beauty he hears of at love at first sight

* But then you smile, broad with your teeth showing

* He’s filled with a rush of affection

* He has to protect that smile at all costs

* The rest is history, Ben’s never alone after that

* You follow him everywhere

* He still hears the voice

* “Push her down, make her cry”

* Never, he could never hurt you

* But he can’t help but wonder, how genuine you are in your affection of him

* “Hey, what did you think when you first met me?” He asks you one day, you’re sitting on the ground as he tinkers with lightsaber parts

* “What do you mean?” You ask

* “You know, were you disappointed?”

* Discovering he wasn’t a hero like his family, he was just a boy

* “What’s there to be disappointed about, Ben is just Ben!” You say with a giggle

* His hands stop tinkering with the lightsaber, and warmth floods through his chest

* Of course

* You don’t see Leia Organa’s son, or Luke Skywalker’s nephew when you look at him

* You just see your best friend Ben

* He’s so happy, he doesn’t even notice how you start to float until you start giggling

* He’s scared for a second, but your smiling face eases all his worries

* For a moment it’s just the two of you, laughing on the beach, just pure joy

* “Drop her, she is your weakness”

* The voice catches him off guard, a shiver running through him

* It’s just a moment, but he loses focus and you fall

* He doesn’t remember much, just that he saw blood, he remembers feeling numb as he carried you home

* And the droids patched you up

* He remembers being worried that you would never wake up, as he sat by your bedside

* Everything changes after you wake up

* He can’t quite explain it, in a lot of ways you’re still quite the same

* Still as clumsy as ever, tripping over air. Still the same scrawny body.

* But there’s this way that you carry yourself, there is this fire in your eyes

* “It’s possible to have a sight personality change, she did hit her head” His mother tells him, and he nods

* You’re still the person he cares about the most, that won’t change

* He still has to protect you

* Though, as the years go by, it’s hard to say who’s protecting who

* “Say that again!” You shriek, a bruise already blooming on the tender skin of your knuckles, but your eyes are fierce

* Ben sighs, even though you’ve lived on the base for years now, the stigma still stayed. You were a slave after all, it’s a hard fact for society to forget.

* “I said that someone who hangs out with trash, is trash too” the boy who says it is much bigger than you, you would be dumb to hit him again

* But that’s what you do, right in the crotch

* “Ben’s not trash!” You yell, hitting him some more with your small body

* Ben tries to pull you away, but ends up getting pulled into the fight as well

* You both end up sporting matching bruises and cuts

* “Why’d you do that?” He asks after the very long lecture he gets from your mother

* He sighs, his Dad will probably go easy on him, his Mother will be angry though

* “I don’t like it when people say bad things about you.”

* Warmth blooms in his chest, and his hand moves so it rests over you own

* “Thank you”

* When his mom finally finds out about to extent which he can use the force, it’s not the worst thing

* He’s known this was coming for a long time, even with your constant warmth

* In all honesty that promise he made you, to keep it a secret, it was self serving

* Because the longer they didn’t know, the longer he could be with you

* He isn’t at all surprised to learn you stowed away on the ship to follow him

* “It hurts” you wine, rubbing your aching back

* A normal person would have stowed away on the ship, not hidden in a bag

* Still as reckless as ever, he can’t help but grin

* He is a little surprised you got rid of all his underwear

* He’s a little excited, it’s like a sleepover that will never end

* He expects to sneak you half of his meals, do your laundry, and watch guard while you bathe

* It’s exhausting even just to imagine, but he’s happy to do it

* It’s always been his dream to take care of you

* To his surprise you’ve already made spears and knives out of rocks, you’ve even hung up laundry on the clothesline outside

* “How was training?” You ask with a grin, stirring a large pot of broth over an open fire

* “It was fine” he says with a sigh

* Well there goes his dream

* He’s not at all surprised when you get caught

* It was only a matter of time after all

* “Because the force told me! Ben is my prince and I’m his knight!”

* He is surprised by that little phrase though, is that why you don’t sleep at night?

* He decided it was best not to ask

* Sometimes you would get this strange look on your face, when he mentioned the smallest things, like a new recruit, or if someone was rude to him

* It was like you were a star collapsing in on yourself

* He doesn’t ever ask you about it

* In all honesty, he’s scared to hear the answer

* When you leave, he can’t help but feel lonely

* Your presence, your aura, lingers all over his hut

* He knows the force telling you things is a big lie, you would have told him by now if it were true

* Still, he wonders how you know what you know

* “The force connects with us in different ways.” Luke tells him,

* “She may be, what the texts call, an oracle”

* Ben nods, he’s heard of the oracle before, someone who isn’t always force sensitive but can see visions of the future. 

* “What is that girl to you?” Luke asks him, in all 13 years of life, he’’s never seen Ben care about anything this much

* He opens his mouth, you’re his best friend, of course

* But then he closes it, it’s more than that though isn’t it?

* “She’s my light”

* And it’s true, you’re the light that chases away even the darkest of times

* Luke doesn’t say anything, he just nods

* Years pass, and Ben isn’t allowed to go home, not yet

* “It will be a break in your training”

* He hates this, he turns in his bed, he wants to see you

* It’s been so long it’s hard to imagine the exact shape of your eyes, he wonders if you’ve been eating enough, you were always so scrawny as a child

* He just wants to see that you’re okay, just once

* He closes his eyes, and when he opens them again, you’re there

* Your backs to him, sitting on something

* The dock, you always loved the lake

* Your hair is tied up, and your clothes fit you well, no longer the malnourished child he remembers

* You turn over your shoulder, facing him

* His heart stops when your lips curl up into a smile

* Can you see him? Or is this just a dream? His wildest fantasies sending his heart into a frenzy

* You turn away from him, looking at your side, and someone else comes to focus

* A boy

* He’s well built, with a clean straight nose, and deep hazel eyes

* He’s handsome

* “She doesn’t care about you anymore”

* That’s not true

* “She’s replaced you” it whispers

* Had you really replaced him?

* He watches on as the boy beside you leans back

* “How come you’re always here?” The boy asks, and he watches the sparkle in your eyes

* “My best friend and I used to come here all the time” You tell him with a grin

* Ben’s heart skips a beat, you still think of him, even after all this time

* “I thought I was your best friend!” The boy beside you says, mocking hurt, he’s flirting

* You just laugh and shake your head

* “My best friend is training to be a Jedi”

* That smile chases away the darkness, after that the voices he hears have no effect

* Not when it comes to you

* His heart still stirs when he thinks of that boy; talking to you, touching you, seeing your smile

* He wishes he could make it so you only smiled at him

* “Monopolize her”

* It’s an appealing thought, to keep you beside him at all times, to trap you in a place only he can reach. But then, you would never smile again

* “That’s not an option” He says out loud, to no one in particular. 

* For the first time, Ben wonders if these feelings that keep him awake at night are just from friendship and gratitude

* He shakes the thought away, he just wants to protect you

* You’re his precious friend

* It’s not long after that Luke gives him his first mission, to protect an ambassador from a nearby galaxy

* “It’s someone you’re familiar with” He says with a small smile

* Imagine his surprise when he see’s you, in all your glory

* He was expecting his mother, who would smother him in affection

* Instead it’s you, elegant braid pulling your hair back. A long red gown, hugging your curves.

* You look so pretty

* He’s surprised when you throw your arms around him

* Not giving a second though to the king and queen, or the shocked maid staff behind you

* Tears fall from the corners of your eyes, as you hold him tight

* He holds you as well, it’s so good to see you, so good to take in your warmth and scent again.

* You move back, touching the braid that adorns all padawan’s. 

* “Ben this is not a good look for you”

* He has to contain his laughter as he glimpses at the shocked expressions behind him

*You’re still as reckless as ever

Tags: @ohmygoditsanthonyedwardstark​ @treestarrrrrrrr​ @treblebeth​ @lokilover-39​

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[violent-optimism]

Why I believe Rey’s ending is perfect (LONG ESSAY)

It sure has been a crazy month for Star Wars fans. As I’m starting to write this I’m realizing that it has been exactly a month since The Rise of Skywalker hit theaters. My experience with this film has been very interesting to say the least. I feel like I’ve gone back and forth several times regarding my opinion. It’s been a bumpy ride, but by this point I’ve realized that there are a few choices in the film that I disagree with. I still enjoy the film; I just wish certain things had been done differently. However, there is one decision that I feel is absolutely perfect for the main protagonist of the trilogy.

I’ve heard a lot of mixed opinions on the final scene of the movie. I’m not here to say that my interpretation of this scene is “right” or the most “correct” one. Not in the slightest. If you feel that Rey was robbed of the ending you believe she deserved, that is how you feel and no one can take that away from you. We all have our own opinions. If anyone feels offended by this essay I want you to know that is not my intention. To be honest, I’m a little scared to post this because I know a lot of people have strong feelings about Star Wars. My hope is that if anyone disagrees with what I am about to say that you can simply move on and find a piece of writing that you do agree with. Please be kind.

With all that being said, allow me to share with you why I believe Rey’s final scene is absolutely perfect for her arc, her character and the story.

So, in my mind, this final scene is all about bringing everything back to where it started.  Obviously, Tattooine was not only the home to Luke, but to Anakin as well, tying all three stories together. When Rey finds Luke’s home, she finds a piece of metal and slides down the hill, much like how she did in The Force Awakens. Except this time, she does it with a smile on her face, symbolizing her growth and acceptance of her scavenger background.

You can also tell how fascinated Rey is upon seeing the first home of this legendary figure. As we know, Rey grew up with stories of the Rebellion and Luke Skywalker. She’s probably dreamt about this moment for years, and so finally getting the chance to see it means a lot to her.

However, it’s not just seeing what could be considered a historical site; Rey has a job to do. She never had the chance to say goodbye to Luke or Leia before they joined with the force, and so Rey wants to honour their legacy and teachings by burying both of their lightsabers in the sand. I like to think this serves two purposes:

One, the sabers will never be used by anyone who is not worthy to have them or would try to use them for malevolent purposes.

Two, this act symbolizes letting go of the past but honoring those who came before, which I think has been one of the main themes of the whole trilogy.

And yes, from a meme point of view, Anakin’s lightsaber being buried in the sand is pretty hilarious and ironic, but I digress…

I view this scene as Rey thanking both Luke and Leia for the use of their lightsabers in her journey, but now she has a new saber that she has built, as is tradition once a Jedi has completed their training.

That’s the other part too; Rey has ‘passed all of the trials’ as it were. Not only has she helped to defeat the Emperor and the First Order, but she has also brought back the balance. This girl from nowhere, having never imagined where her life would lead, is now the sole heir to the Jedi legacy and a protector of the peace.

The colour of her lightsaber is also very telling. I think it’s supposed to symbolize a couple different things. It’s a lightsaber colour that we have never seen in any of the Star Wars saga films. This represents a new direction in the Jedi Order, branching off from tradition and forging a new path. Rey doesn’t want to simply imitate the Jedi of old; she wants to be her own version of who she thinks a Jedi should be. The golden colour is neutral, sitting somewhere between Red and Blue, once again symbolizing balance.

This next part is one that a lot of people seem to take issue with. At first glance, I can totally see why. Rey shouldn’t need a powerful last name to prove that she’s a powerful character. Her worth should come from within, not from a bloodline.

In my eyes, however, I don’t see this part actively taking away from Rey’s character or her inner strength. I believe it fulfills a wish that she has always had.

An old wanderer asks her for her name. Rey replies. The wanderer then asks: “Rey who?”

In case it wasn’t abundantly clear by now, family names are SUPER important in the Star Wars universe; to the point where random strangers will ask for your last name, like this scene and the part on Pasanaa with Rey and the local.

The ending is supposed to directly correlate with the scene on Pasanaa. When 3PO translates that the local is asking for Rey’s family name, you can clearly see the heartbreak on her face as she (yet again) has to confront this part of her past; the fact that she is a “no one” from nowhere with no family name to speak of. In this story, a family name is like wearing a badge of honour, something to be proud of. Who could blame Rey for wanting that?

Later on of course, Rey discovers that the answer she has been seeking for so long contains the most horrible truth that she could ever imagine. Being the granddaughter of Emperor Palpatine, Rey faces immense struggle with accepting that she is a part of that family and what this could mean for her future. By the end of the story, Rey has come to realize that it doesn’t matter that she’s related to the most horrible man in the galaxy, what matters is the choices she makes and who she chooses to be.

If we think back to the previous two films, what is the one thing that Rey has always wanted? Belonging…Family…Meaning…

These are the words that guide Rey’s journey until the very end. Finding out that her parents were “no one” shocked her to the core. Even it was foolish and naïve, she wanted to believe so badly that she was connected to someone greater, someone who made a difference.

In a way, she was partially correct…but not at all how she expected. Of course she chooses to reject the Palpatine name and everything it stands for, as she rightfully should. Despite what she feared as a child, Rey comes to learn that her parents did in fact love her very much and protected her the only way they could. Unfortunately, they have passed on and can no longer serve a role as her family, so where does that leave her?

Having a family name, and more specifically, a family, is what Rey has always wanted since the very beginning. I’m not saying that Rey doesn’t have a purpose beyond that, but if you look at what she’s wanted since The Force Awakens, it is definitely in line with her character and this ending fulfills that wish in all the right ways.

“Rey who?”

The familiar question stumps Rey for a moment. She looks off in thought as she thinks of an answer. If she has rejected the name of Palpatine, what name can she give to this woman?

Feeling a familiar presence, Rey looks off into the distance, seeing the shapes of her Masters smiling at her with proud expressions. Luke and Leia wordlessly give her the answer, the one that not only makes her the happiest, but represents who she is and the path she has chosen.

Rey smiles contently, finally knowing what to say as she looks back towards the wanderer.

“Rey Skywalker.”

And then we come to the final shot of the movie, with Rey and BB-8 standing in front of the twin suns as the “force theme” swells in the background. This is an obvious homage to two other Star Wars endings, but also to the one shot in The Force Awakens with Rey and BB-8 walking into the desert. BB-8 was the first friend that Rey ever made, and so it only makes sense that they would be there with her as her story comes to a close.

Rey is anything but alone in this moment. While it is a bit odd that we never see closure with Finn and Poe’s stories, it can absolutely be assumed that Rey will always take the time to visit them and keep the friendship strong. In the final scene, she has two ‘adoptive parents’ watching over her, along with the droid that started her adventure.

I never thought this scene was trying to suggest that Rey would stay on Tattooine. Her journey there was a pilgrimage, the ‘last stage of her training’ if you will. All she came there to do was to bury the lightsabers and pay respect to her Masters and adoptive parents. I don’t believe Rey is intending to stay, not at all.

It’s so exciting to think about what other adventures Rey could have, and that’s what I love about this ending. It leaves it up to the imagination of the viewer. What will Rey do next? Will she train a new generation of Jedi? Will she explore the galaxy? The possibilities are infinite. One thing is for certain, Rey knows who she is and has found a family she can belong to.

That is all she ever wanted.

#TROS #Star Wars #Rey #my thoughts

[swinfinities]

Long Live the Queen: Part Sixteen

Padmé took a long, deep breath. It had been years. Long, heart-wrenching, war-torn years. A long time ago, she had been a senator and a diplomat. Negotiation and diplomacy had been her weapons of choice. Now, somehow, she was a general, coordinating attacks and deploying troops, waging war against the most hated man in the galaxy—a man that she had once considered a mentor and a dear friend.

Padmé had only begun to realize that she shouldn’t be so surprised by where she had ended up. Her entire life had been war. Even as a newly-elected queen, war had found its way to the peaceful world of Naboo. She had hardly been a teenager then. She often wondered then if she was really ready for such responsibility. She still wondered.

But it didn’t matter now. The past was the past. The only thing she had the power to change now was the present. And now it was time for action. It was time for her son to come home.

Home. She wasn’t sure where that was, anymore. It had been Naboo. But now that was only a world tainted with sad memories. She hadn’t been back since the Clone War ended. After a while, Padmé just sort of accepted that she was now someone without a home. Like a Purrgil, drifting amid the stars.

But Luke had a home. At least, Padmé hoped Luke would still treat it like his home. For all its faults, Tatooine had kept her son safe for years. Hopefully it would again.

Until they all jumped right back into the danger.

The battered old Corellian YT-model freighter thundered down from the sky, kicking up a miniature sandstorm as it came to rest on the sand.

“It’s a wonder that thing still flies!” coughed Owen Lars.

Padmé’s reunion with the Lars family had been a much sweeter one than she had anticipated. In spite of the way that she had left things, running off in the middle of the night with their nephew and that “crazy old wizard.” They hadn’t spoken in years. For all they knew, Padmé and Luke were both dead, or left rotting in some Imperial prison.

But, as always, Owen and Beru brought Padmé back into their home with open hearts and tearful eyes. And Padmé forgot why she could have ever expected anything different.

When the dust had cleared and the roar of the freighter’s engines died off, Padmé’s heart leaped when the first pair of feet came strolling down the boarding ramp.

She hardly recognized him. She remembered leaving behind a little boy, blonde-haired and starry-eyed. Scared, but ready for adventure. He had returned now a young man, with a strong body and an even stronger resolve shining in his blue eyes.

He was dressed in Jedi robes, the long brown cloak flowing in the wind, his blonde hair shining in the light of the suns—his father’s lightsaber hanging at his waist.

Padmé broke down into tears. Because he looked just like Anakin.

Luke held his mother, and she let herself melt into his arms. The two wept together for a while, happy to just be together again.

“Oh, Luke,” Padmé sobbed. “I can’t believe I ever let you go.”

“It’s alright,” Luke said. “It’s okay. It was supposed to happen. It… well, this was my destiny.”

Padmé had never really understood the Force, at least not in the way that a Jedi did. But she had often heard them speak of destiny and the will of the Force. Now she prayed—to the Force, if it would listen—that destiny wasn’t going to lead them into disaster.

After a few minutes, Obi-Wan Kenobi exited the freighter, followed closely by the diminutive figure of Master Yoda.

Padmé finally pulled herself away and dried her tears, freeing Luke to greet his aunt and uncle. 

“Obi-Wan,” said Padmé. “It’s good to see you again.”

“And you as well,” he said, bowing slightly. “I was hoping that at least a few tears would be shed on my behalf, but—”

Padmé laughed. “I’m glad the swamp didn’t do much to weaken your sense of humor.”

 “That remains to be seen,” Obi-Wan replied. “But I am glad, at the very least, for a dry pair of boots.”

Padmé smiled down at Yoda, leaning on his gnarled wooden cane.

“Master Yoda,” she said.

“Your Highness,” he replied.

I am a queen no longer, she thought to reply. But she knew better than to argue with one as wise as Yoda. After all, she hadn’t lived for nine hundred years. So, she was just glad to let the warmth of his smile soften her war-hardened heart for a short, happy moment.

“Not too poorly, the war has treated you, I hope?” Yoda asked.

“As good as any war can treat someone, I suppose,” Padmé sighed. “There are worse days, and there are less worse days.”

Padmé laughed softly, but it was a sad laugh.

“But I don’t need to tell you that,” she said.

“Mmm,” Yoda grunted in reply, shaking his head. “A terrible thing, this war is. Much death have I sensed. Yes, and pain. Much pain still to come, I fear.”

“Well, if your plan really does work, Padmé, hopefully we stop this war before it really gets started,” said Obi-Wan.

“We’re going to need all the help we can get,” Padmé said. “Even three Jedi may not be enough. Which reminds me… Luke?”

He spun around, turning away from his embrace with his Aunt Beru.

“There’s … someone you need to meet,” Padmé said.

She walked up to her son, placing her hands on his shoulders, which were already almost too tall for her to reach.

“This may be hard for you to hear, and… I know you’re probably tired of so many secrets. But it was so important that this was kept a secret, even from you. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, I promise you. But it was the only way to keep the two of you safe.”

“I don’t understand—” Luke started to say.

“There is…” Padmé said. “There is another Skywalker.”

Luke’s eyes narrowed in confusion. Or was it surprise?

“What?” he gasped. 

Padmé looked toward the entrance of the old Lars homestead—the one that had been their home for more than a decade. She motioned for someone to come.

A young woman stepped out from the shade. She was dressed in a simple white robe, her hair done up in two elaborate buns on either side of her head. A white hood was draped gently over her head to shield her porcelain skin from the garish sunlight.

“Luke,” Padmé said. “This is your twin sister: Leia Organa, Princess of Alderaan.”

*****

“You know,” Luke said. “It’s funny.”

“How’s that?” Leia replied.

“How you got picked to be Princess of… what is it? Alderaan. And I got shipped off to Tatooine of all places, living on a moisture farm. You know, there’s not a kid in Mos Eisley that wouldn’t kill for a chance to set foot in a palace, let alone live in one.”

“Living in a palace isn’t really as glamorous as you think it is,” Leia said, rolling her eyes.

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure it’s really hard waking up to the butler bringing you breakfast in bed every day. I can’t even imagine how difficult it must be to step out of bed and wonder ‘which balcony shall I sit on to sip my tea today?’.”

Luke tried (rather poorly) to mimic the snooty sort of accent that he had heard many of the core-worlders and Imperial-types use.

Leia socked Luke in the arm. They both laughed.

The long-lost siblings sat alone together in one of the small cabins of the ship that was speedily carrying them back towards the fourth moon of Yavin. It was quiet, except for the dull vibration of the hyperdrive echoing through the cold, metal walls.

Leia sighed and shook her head.

“All this time,” she muttered. “I never knew I had a real family. I mean… my parents—”

“You mean Her Royal Highness, Queen of Alderaan?” Luke tried the accent again.

Leia shot him a look.

“My mom and dad,” she corrected. “Are my real family, of course. But I always thought my birth parents were dead. Then, a few years ago, I met Padm—er… my real mom. Our mom. But I had no idea who she was. Still, I always had this weird… feeling when I was around her. I don’t know... I don’t know how to describe it.”

“I know exactly what you mean,” said Luke.

“And then… I started getting involved with the Rebellion,” Leia continued. “My dad didn’t like it, but… it was where I belonged. I’ve been lucky enough to see behind the Imperial curtain, so to speak. I know what really goes on in the Empire. And I decided a long time ago that I can’t sit around and wait for someone else to stop it. Anyway… I saw mom around the Rebel base on Yavin a lot, at least whenever I was allowed to be there, which wasn’t often. I knew she was someone important. She hardly ever showed her face to anyone outside of High Command. Only a few people knew her name. It was only a couple weeks ago that I found out why. My dad just sat me down with her one day and explained the whole thing. That Padmé was my birth mother. That she was Padmé Amidala, Queen of Naboo. That I have a brother. That my father is—”

Leia choked on the words.

“Anakin Skwalker,” Luke finished for her. “Jedi Knight. That’s who our father was. Darth Vader is… something else.”

Leia sighed. “I cried and cried for days after that. I don’t know if it was happy or sad, or sometimes both. I was so excited to have this new family, but just so sad that I missed out on it all before. Eventually, I ran out of tears to cry. And now… now I just don’t know how to feel.”

Luke placed his hand on hers.

“Afraid,” he said. “That’s how I feel, anyway.”

“I thought Jedi weren’t supposed to be afraid,” Leia said.

Luke looked down at his feet, sheepishly. “Fear begets anger, anger begets hate, and hate begets suffering. It is natural to feel fear. It’s what you do with it that matters. Do you turn inward or do you turn outward? At least… that’s what Obi-Wan always says.”

“I’ve heard lots of stories from my dad about Master Kenobi. It’s kind of crazy that the hero from my old bedtime stories is sitting in the next cabin over.”

“And I never even knew he was a Jedi. All my life, he was just the old hermit that lived on the edge of the Dune Sea. Then, all of a sudden, he is a Jedi Master, and I am supposed to just leave everything behind and become a Jedi, too.”

“I’m sorry,” said Leia. “I really can’t imagine what that must have been like. Being so alone for so long…”

“Don’t be sorry. I guess I was scared for a while. And then I was angry for a while after that. But I wasn’t alone, not really. Obi-Wan and Yoda helped me. They made me into who I’m supposed to be.”

“You think it’ll be enough?” Leia asked.

“Enough for what?”

“Enough to win.”

“I… don’t know.”

The Skywalker siblings were quiet for a while.  The silence made it easy for the weight of everything that was about to happen start to sink in.

“Do you… do you think we’re going to make it through this?” Leia asked, clearly forcing back tears.

Luke didn’t say anything for a long time.

“I’ve been taught that I shouldn’t fear death,” he said at last. “That I should… how does Yoda put it? ‘Rejoice for those that transform into the Force.’ But… somehow… I know that we’re going to see dad again. And that’s all that matters.”

“How can you know?”

“A feeling.”

#Star Wars Infinities #Star Wars #alternate universe #alternate timeline #what-if #what if #Padme Amidala #Obi-wan Kenobi #Luke Skywalker #Darth Vader #Ahsoka Tano #Leia Organa #fanfiction #fanfic

[dyadsaber]

Part 6 of A New Reylo Reads TFA: In Which a Dyad In the Force Has One of the Neatest Looking Lightsaber Battles I’ve Ever Seen and I Finally Get to the End of This Novelization

Previous parts in my dyadsaber text posts tag. 

I came out of the theater the first time LOVING the Rey and Finn vs Kylo in the snow as Starkiller Base falls apart around them scene.  Unless I’m completely forgetting something, we’d never seen a red vs blue lightsaber fight in SNOW before, and I thought it was GORGEOUS. (I know Luke uses his on Hoth, but the Wampa doesn’t have one too, so it doesn’t count.) I just watched the whole sequence again on youtube, you know, for research reasons, and I still love it just as much as I did the first time. (Maybe more?) 

Anyway… here’s my rundown of that scene from the novel: 

First of all, I HAVE QUESTIONS about which side of the Force Rey is drawing on here. TLJ kind of touches on the fact that Rey doesn’t have the “OMG the dark side is ALWAYS EVIL” indoctrination that kids at the Jedi temple (and Luke) would have gotten, and the number of times she’s described as drawing on anger and fury here made sit up and pay attention.

When Rey’s about to shoot Kylo and he freezes her with the Force, we get this: 

“She strained against him, HER ANGER GIVING HER STRENGTH. But she couldn’t fire. He was struggling also, against her newly discovered ability” 

Sure, she’s not able to break free, but he’s been using the Dark Side for a touch longer than she has. Not saying she is for sure, here, but I think it’s one possible reading supported by the text. (Hi I teach English just in case I haven’t said that yet). Personally, I think she was. I also think BOTH of the “sides of the Force” are both amoral and necessary, and drawing on the Dark Side out of anger and desperation isn’t always a sure path to Sith-dom.  

Finn igniting Anakin’s lightsaber is still a moment that makes me love him… he’s ready to defend his knocked-against-a-tree friend with WHATEVER HE HAS, even if it’s a weapon he’s never used before and doesn’t quite understand, and that is sweet and good and loyal, and it endeared Finn to me A LOT.  I remember that when Finn turned it on and stood there in that blue glow in the theater, we ALL gasped.  I don’t remember if it had been in promo material or not, but seeing it on the big screen was… An Experience.

ANYWAY, after Finn does the awesome thing he does, Kylo has a line I’m really glad they cut. After the “That weapon is mine” exchange, we get…

Drawing himself up, a towering figure in the snow, Ren did not even bother to gesture. “I’m going to kill you for it.” 

I mean… he almost DOES (kill Finn, that is) but announcing it is a little too MWAHAHAHA villain for my taste, and I’m glad they let him speak with actions rather than words here in the film. 

So… one of the fun things about all of a sudden caring a WHOLE lot more about Kylo Ren is that I’ve gotten to fully appreciate how incredibly good Adam Driver is at the physicality of this character.  (And by that I mean “I’ve watched a lot of behind the scenes clips and stared at gifs a lot.) It’s just FUN to watch him fight, so this description from Finn’s PoV made me smile. 

The longer the contest continued, the stronger Ren seemed to become. It was as if he was enjoying the challenge. Feeding upon it.

Upon reflection, I know exactly why I love this. It reminded me SO HARD of Jaime Lannister, another pretty terrible (and just plain pretty) fictional character I would get in fights defending. I just like secretly morally conflicted dudes who swing swords, know how good they are, and are kind of assholes about it, ok? 

Give me ALL of the confident, arrogant, Kylo Ren fights.  (Fic recs always welcome. Like I said, I’m new here.) 

This next bit made me wonder about how the “fighting over an object with the Force” thing works. Because this is the FIRST time we see the dyad both try to summon that lightsaber at the same time: 

Ren extended an arm toward the device lying in the snow. It twitched and then began to vibrate as the Force called to it.

But… it doesn’t explode. And this made me wonder, “Why NOT? What was different?” 

Here’s what I’ve got. 

Maybe it went to Rey because she started trying to call it first. So even if he had more experience and wouldn’t have had to try as hard as she (probably) did since it was her first time, the Force… recognized her prior claim? Also I think what happens in TLJ is that the two of them “reach” for the lightsaber at the exact same moment, and so there IS no prior claim, and so they have to duke it out with raw strength, which goes about how you’d expect when they’re equals.  

That still doesn’t explain what happens with the ship in the desert in TRoS though…  Rey definitely reached for it first.  But also, unlike a lightsaber, the ship had ENGINES that were trying to work against her. That might be an explanation.  I wonder exactly what Kylo was trying to do there, anyway… help it break atmosphere like it was trying to do anyway, I’ve always assumed.  So if I’m right, that would make the scene make more sense, and it would mean the rules are: (I’m sure I’m proved wrong a million times in media I haven’t seen yet, but here we go)

A stationary object will usually go to the first Force user who calls it. 

A stationary object will go to the Force user who is “stronger” in the moment if they call it at the same time, (and in the absence of a clear winner, explode?).

A moving object that whose direction the Force user is trying to change will be more resistant and tends to negate #1. 

The confidence/willpower of a Force user (and size of an object only insofar as that affect confidence) is a variable that probably throws a wrench in all three of these. 

Dyads facing off probably screw with the normal course of things, too.

Thank you for coming to this episode of “I need my media to make sense and spend way too much time trying to make it do so.” 

And then… Kylo Ren sees Rey….

“It is you,” Ren murmured. His words unsettled her: Not for the first time, he seemed to know more about her than she did about herself.

He doesn’t say this in the movie. He doesn’t say anything when he sees her, I don’t think.  But when I read this… my heart stopped a little. 

This isn’t what you say to the random girl you met in the woods and who you think has the map to Uncle Luke, even if she is Force Sensitive as Hell.  

This is what you say to a girl you suddenly realize you’ve seen in that place between asleep and awake for most of your life, a girl that you’ve always been subconsciously aware of. This is what you say because you’re beginning to understand that the scavenger you brought on board and this girl you’re just now remembering clearly for the fist time are THE SAME PERSON and she is VERY connected to you.  

What I’m saying is… Ben has been aware of Rey for YEARS without realizing it, and this line FITS THAT THEORY. 

And then they fight. And it gets REALLY interesting. 

Expecting weakness, he encountered only strength. Her skill with the device was raw at best, but it was backed by a fury that was as new to his experience as it was unexpected.

Example #2 of Rey’s maybe-Dark-Side-Use.  The paragraph leading up to this talks about her being “consumed with rage,” and I can hear every (ok, almost every) Jedi master in history talking about how letting anger fuel your use of the Force is a no-no, so I don’t think I’m grasping at straws here. Poor Kylo. He didn’t stand a chance. Angry, “possibly using the Dark side without knowing it” Rey is unexpected and kinda hot, OK???

Flipping away from the Starkilling Snow Fight for a moment, there’s a line of Snoke’s that he does NOT get to say in the movie when he tells Hux to abandon ship and come to him with Kylo Ren. 

He added grimly, “It appears that he may have been right about the girl.”

I. Have. Questions. Did Snoke not BELIEVE Kylo when he flat out said she was a REALLY STRONG untrained Force User? Did he not know who Rey was (Palpatine’s granddaughter)? What does this tell us about Snoke’s independence from Palpatine? (Something I’m still not clear on.) The easiest answer is, “You’re thinking about this too much, Dyadsaber.  No one at DLF knew that Palpatine was going to come back yet when TFA was written, so no one worried about it.” 

BUT I NEED IT TO MAKE SENSE. SO, I’ve decided that Snoke didn’t understand how much of a pawn he was. He probably thought he was Palpatine’s heir or disciple or whatever Grandpa Palps convinced him he was.  Anyway, this would mean that Palpatine could give him a lot of autonomy and agency, especially when it came to corrupting Ben, while still keeping a close eye on Snoke through the Force so he could intervene when he had to. If anything in official material contradicts me, I’d love to know. 

And now for a bit that made me scream a Shakespeare line at my kindle. At one point, the narrator observes,  

What she lacked in mass, she made up for in ferocity.

This is basically a less poetic "Though she be but little, she is fierce," AND I LOVE IT. Someone who’s crafty needs to cross stitch this under Rey’s silhouette or something. 

More lines they probably cut for time, but are really telling.  When he’s got her backed up to that cliff: 

Ren held his lightsaber, poised to strike. “I could kill you right now. But there is another way.” Breathing hard, Rey looked up in disgust at the man looming above her. “You’re a monster.”

Again with the threatening to kill people.  Jeez, Kylo. WE KNOW. Seriously, though, I love this. It’s so HIM that he wants her to know he had the advantage and chose not to press it. It says a lot about how he wants to present himself and his intentions to her. As he does in the throne room later, he wants her to give her a choice, and for her to CHOOSE him. 

Also, I can feel TLJ Rey’s MURDEROUS SNAKE energy radiating off of that “you’re a monster” line. 

And instead of being DETERRED by her insult, he comes back with THIS… 

“No. You need a teacher.” He was beseeching and insistent all at once. “I can show you the ways of the Force!”

“Yeah, I know you just called me a monster, but wanna be my student instead?” The arrogance and presumption of this bit of novel-Kylo is SO VERY HIM. Also, “Beseeching but insistent” is so on brand for him when it comes to her.

And the last thing I marked from the fight was THIS bombshell that doesn’t quite come across as obviously (if at all) on screen. Rey has him on the ground, face bleeding, and…

Kill him, a voice inside her head said. It was amorphous, unidentifiable, raw. Pure vengeful emotion. So easy, she told herself. So quick. She recoiled from it. From the dark side.

I mean, if you read between the lines, Rey’s been drawing on the Dark Side without realizing it for a while now. It’s understandable.  She’s seething with pain and anger and a desire to avenge Han, but there’s a difference between using that anger to defend herself or try to just GET AWAY from Kylo, which one could argue is mostly what she’s been doing, and killing him when he’s bleeding on the ground.   

And she doesn’t do it.  TAKE THAT, TLJ LUKE (Note: I love TLJ Luke. I just also love yelling at him).  Rey has a CLASSIC opportunity to make a choice that would send her down a truly Dark Side path - striking down an unarmed enemy in anger - AND SHE DOESN’T DO IT. She RECOILS. (And then Starkiller takes the choice away from both of them by literally crumbling away and leaving a chasm between them.  If I believed the Force was sentient, this would be a moment where it was saying, “You children are not ready to play nice, and I don’t want to kill each other, so you I’m going to separate you.”) 

And that’s that. The next time they see each other, they’re Forcetiming, and I cannot WAIT to read how that goes in the TLJ novel. 

Some last thoughts: 

Because it would have been hilarious, I’m sad we didn’t the fact that Hux...

followed the troopers carrying Ren into the nearby shuttle.

CARRYING. REN. We were robbed of two (four?) poor storm troopers trying to carry gangly, bleeding, passed out Kylo. I am OFFENDED.

Right before Rey leaves for Ahch-to, she and Leia have THIS fascinating exchange…

“I’m proud of what you’re about to do,” she told the girl. 

Rey replied in all seriousness. “But you’re also afraid. In sending me away, you’re—reminded.” 

Leia straightened. “You won’t share the fate of our son.” 

“I know what we’re doing is right. This is how it has to be. This is how it should be.”

I REALLY wish they’d left this in.  I like that it makes explicit that this is the second time Leia has sent a Force user she cares about to Luke, and that choice WEIGHS on her.  (And this shows how much she already cares about Rey, too… MY HEART.) 

The fact that Rey is perceptive enough to PICK UP ON Leia’s concern, and that Leia reassures BOTH OF THEM that what Ben won’t happen to Rey just makes me love both of these characters so much. Also, I think Leia’s worry and Rey’s conviction sets up the conflict Rey has within herself and her own journey with coming to understand balance in TLJ nicely. She’s just… so confident and cheerful in that last line, and I know what’s coming, and it hurts so good. 

And finally, the last line of this book made me laugh out loud. She’s standing in front of Luke, holding out the lightsaber, and....

She wondered what would happen next.

Luke's gonna yeet that lightsaber.  That’s what.

If you read all of these, thank you.  I’d love to know what you think. I never meant for this to get so long, but I’m wordy and newly shippy, so I shouldn’t have been surprised.  Stay tuned for hopefully shorter posts as I dive into Last Jedi in a day or two.

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[romana73]

REYLO FANFIC: YIN AND YAN PART 2

WRITER: Romana73

TIME: One year after Star Wars. Episode VIII. The Last Jedi

THEME AND FANDOM: Star Wars

RATING: Explicit

TITLE: Yin and Yan

CATEGORIES: M/F

COUPLES: Kylo Ren/Ben Solo and Rey

CHARACTERS: Rey, Kylo Ren / Ben Solo, Anakin Skywalker (nominated), BB - 8, Knights of Ren, Chewbacca, Darth Vader (nominated), Finn, General Hux, Han Solo (nominated), Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker, Poe Dameron, Rose Tico, boys from Canto Bright, Snoke (nominated), various Resistance and First Order fighters

WARNINGS: Characters, Star Wars world and stories AREN’T MINE DON’T BELONG TO ME, but they are created and owned by George Lucas, Lucasfilm, Disney, J.J. Abrams and Rian Johnson and the actors who play the Star Wars characters and their stories. I’M NOT IN ANY WAY LINKED TO THESE PEOPLE AND CINEMATOGRAPHIC HOUSES. I DON’T KNOW ANY OF THEM and I’M IN NO WAY IN CONTACT WITH THEM

WARNINGS 2: violence, also in terms of language. The starting idea of ​​this story derives from a leaks I read last year and which struck my imagination

FANFIC FIRST CHAPTER HERE : https://romana73.tumblr.com/post/189784450126/reylo-fanfiction-yin-e-yan

CHAPTER II

-Did you want something?- Kylo went on calmly, smiling sarcastically.

Rey 's eyes fell on boy’s wrists, locked in a pair of anti - Force handcuffs. A flash of displeasure passed through her noticing deep abrasions marked his skin.

-Yes ... they weren't very nice to me - he pointed out, lowering his eyes to his wrists and waving his hands towards her. Rey brought hazel pupils to Kylo's pale face, who was staring at her in turn, then, without saying a word, she walked away, quickly climbing stairs from which she had entered. Kylo sighed, standing on hold. Rey returned shortly after, with a basin, a jug of water, a cloth, several ointments and herbs. He raised an eyebrow, peering into her face with an interrogative air, as she entered in cell, closing door behind her and placing her paraphernalia on ground. Rey remained with one knee bent on ground and one raised, looking at him in a silent suit. The First Order Supreme Leader sat cross-legged beside her, leaning his back against wall. Rey soaked some gauze in some substances, slowly starting to pat boy's wrists. Kylo made a fleeting grimace, immediately taking on a stoic air. Quickly peering over his face, Rey saw he frown.

-Do you know Jedi can heal wounds using Force?- Kylo asked.

Rey lowered her head, working harder, pretending she hadn't heard. She unrolled bandages, arranging a handful of herbs soaked in an ointment on them, then bandaged Kylo's wrists, fumbling to avoid removing anti-Force handcuffs.

-Ah, yes. I forgot ... this cell, my handcuffs, chains from which your friends hung me ... - Kylo murmured with a bitter smile, leaning towards her ear - Everything here is anti - Force -

Rey shivered in spite of herself, feeling his warm breath on her neck. She jumped back, moving away as if she had been bitten by a snake.

-Finn is sorry for what he did to you, but fault is yours. You provoked him! - Rey started to put medicine in bulk, inside container. Her gestures were brusque and nervous. Her face dark and frowning. Her hands trembled with anger and agitation.

- Anger leads to the Dark Side ... - Kylo reminded her monotonously.

She made an angry gesture, then stopped, straightening her back, feeling she was starting to sweat cold. Cell was built so Force couldn’t be used. So how had Kylo been able to communicate mentally with her so far and read her soul? Rey slowly turned to him, finding herself staring at his black eyes.

- What are you doing here? Why did you get caught ... Kylo?- Rey barely spat out the name as his mind returned to two nights ago.

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For two months Rey, Finn, Poe and Chewbacca had been around to save more Force-sensitive children and teenagers. First group of them had groped and, perhaps, thanks to fate, on jungle planet where one of last refuges of General Leia Organa was found, not yet destroyed by First Order. Supreme Leaders Kylo Ren was systematically destroying every refuge he knew, subduing all planets, including neutral and independent ones, killing anyone who didn’t bow to him. All to find Rey and Resistance. Every day, she and Leia were on lookout, waiting for a visit from stormtroopers at any moment. Many times Rey had heard Kylo try to forcefully reopen their connection, but Rey had always managed to keep it closed, although this had cost her a lot of effort, which had forced her to retire to her quarters, with her head in process to burst and a new crack on her heart. Rey had remembered first connection with Kylo, ​​one had caught her just awake and unprepared for Ahch - To, during which she had tried to block Kylo's influence and he had given up influencing her for fear effort to fight him there would have killed her. Since refusing his hand, Kylo no longer seemed inclined to such attentions. Only Leia knew everything she really felt. Elderly princess arrived silently in Rey's room, sat down beside her bed, placing a hand on her forehead, flooding her with calming waves of Force, until pain had passed, tears had finished streaming down her face and Morpheus had welcomed her. Rey had endured Kylo's mental assaults for a week in silence. She didn't want Finn, Rose, Poe and Chewbacca to know about their connection, they worried. She didn't want to fuel anger and hatred between their factions. Moment Kylo stopped tormenting her, an anonymous message reached Falcon. Kylo had started looking for Resistance planet by planet, submitting everyone to his will and killing anyone who objected. Rey's face was bleached as she read victims list. Some were peaceful aliens by nature, to her and group unknown. Leia had gone pale, her mouth small, closed in a bitter fold. Advancing with dignity, princess had headed for her rooms, her brown eyes full of tears. Rey was surprised to tremble with anger at new crack of General's heart. Turning around, dark in face, girl had gone down to engine room of Falcon, stopping in an isolated corner. "Stop it!" She thought to herself, angrily, closing and tightening her eyelids. "Stop!"

- Give yourself to me and I will end everything, I promise -

Rey had snapped her eyes open again, hearing Kylo Ren's deep voice so close. She hadn't noticed she had lowered her defenses and let connection open just enough to allow him to slip into it. Looking up, Rey had jumped back to find herself staring closely at his black pupils burning with anger and determination. Nonetheless, if Rey looked carefully he could see ... what? Abandonment? A deep renewed wound? Rey found herself staggering uncertainly. Kylo had reached out, grabbing her by the arm, holding her up.

-Come to me ... - he repeated in a persuasive tone.

Rey had looked down at boy's wide chest covered in a heavy black shirt. Her mind was a swirl of memories. Hope had animated her when Kylo had killed Snoke, replaced by pain, when he had announced her intention to take throne and kill all Resistance, including Leia. Battle over Craig, his declared intention to destroy her... excruciating headaches, Leia's broken heart, horror and anger over innocent deaths. Rey had looked up, staring straight into his eyes defiantly

-Never - She murmured decisively.

Kylo tightened his grip on her arm, gritting his teeth, then pushed her away, closing connection. Massaging her arm, Rey had returned to others. She had glanced at room where Leia was resting, then moved it to control room, making it run for its full width. Poe studied some star maps on a video, running his hands through his hair, biting his lower lip, his eager eyes looking for a sudden, magical solution. BB-8 was near to him. Looking around, C3PO had attempted to say something, but had been silenced by a glare from Finn. His best friend had gone out into open, gritting his whipped teeth. Rose had joined him, stroking his arm, to cheer him up, squeezing him with both hands, resting her head on his shoulder. RD-D2 had passed her, making his way to Leia's room. She couldn’t give up, Rey had thought, breathing deeply. She had to train, hone her skills to thwart Kylo Ren. A warm hairy paw had rested on her shoulder. Rey had looked up, smiling, meeting Chewbacca warm eyes, fighting Wookiee, more than 2 meters tall, Han Solo's ex-best friend and co-driver of Falcon, who was placid beside her.

-Thanks, Chewbe. I'm fine -

Thus, Rey and group spent another two months moving to escape Kylo, ​​looking for allies and helping everyone they could. That way, one night, during a lightsaber workout, Rey had come across a group of four children, close together, who stared at her with wide eyes. Rey had watched them, while something had awakened in her. It consisted of three children, from five to ten years old and a girl of eight, dirty, trembling, with torn clothes, scratches, bloodstains and, above all, a great sensitivity to the Force. Rey had approached slowly, extinguishing her lightsaber, seeing they hugged each other more and more, following her every movement with thedir eyes.

- I don't want to hurt you, I promise. I’m ... like you - she had reassured them, smiling at hearing loud rumbling of their stomachs.

- I'm Rey. I ‘m in company of a Resistance group and ... we have something to eat - she continued to coax them, with a sweet smile. Youngest of them, a blond boy, with a plump face, had peered at her, pointing two large, clear blue eyes on her, then advanced with a sure step towards her. Rey had bent one knee to ground, welcoming him with a smile. Returning smile, in silence, boy had stretched out a small hand towards her, touching her temple. Rey stiffened, then opened her mouth in amazement. Child had pulled his hand away, smiling again and had intertwined his fingers with Rey's. Turning to other children, he nodded smiling and led them all to the Resistance camp. - A few nights ago, a couple of Knights of Ren, accompanied by a large group of Stormtroopers, arrived at their village, pulled everyone out of their homes and... killed anyone who was sensitive to Force... - Rey had said, with tears in her eyes, shaken by waves of nausea. How far had it come, Kylo? Kill kids! She would never forgive him. Leia had taken her hand in her. - Calm down, Rey. We have to think of children. We must save as childs much as possible - Princess had spurred her.

Rey had nodded, continuing facts account she had learned when Milo, silent and jovial blond boy, touched her temple. Following Leia's directions, she and group had therefore started to turn as many planets as possible, trying to avoid controls, bringing with them as young as possible. Two nights earlier, on Rose's advice, group had returned to Canto Bright and had done well. Rey had just come down from Falcon, when fear-filled air hit her like a punch in the stomach. Rey had seen a Knight of Ren chase a frightened child and, without thinking twice, had drawn her lightsaber, raising her opposite hand to pull assailant away from girl's ribs, while with a glance she had sent Finn to retrieve little girl. Locked Knight of Ren on the ground, Rey was approaching him with great strides with intention of capturing and interrogating him, when a shiver down her back had caused her to freeze on the spot. Turning around with a combative expression, she had found Kylo Ren in his armor and black cloak standing behind her, staring at her with his red lighted lightsaber. Rey had gritted her teeth and, lifting her blue lightsaber with two hands above her head, she had attacked.

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