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tierneysodegaard · 2 years

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Baby Pink - Max Verstappen x Reader - Part Two

Read Part One here

Max Verstappen x female!reader

Requested? Yes/No

Anon: omg baby pink part 2 where Max is learning to be a dad😍

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: Fluff, sexual innuendos, Christmas (yes I know it’s June but it fits), Christian Horner, swearing.

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Max had moved in with you and Leia he had managed to win over Leia rather fast, she evidently was happy that she finally had a dad in the picture rather than just you. Now that the season had ended Max didn’t have work until March unless you counted the odd practice races and meetings. Needless to say, Max had stepped up to his role as a dad rather well. You told him about Leia’s schedule and her morning and night routine and for the first time since she was born, you didn’t have to wake her up or take her to day-care. She had one last day-care session before Christmas, normally she would stay there for a few hours in the day with other children so you could work and since Max had moved in with you he would take her.

Max had left your shared room to get her ready before coming back to say goodbye to you. “Say goodbye to mummy!” Max held her hand as they entered your room. Thankfully Max had cleared away the mattress he was sleeping on. You had refused to share a bed with him when he moved in so every night he made sure to lock the door so Leia couldn’t come in and see her parents sleeping separately. She didn’t know what really happened between you and Max and hopefully, she wouldn’t have to find that out at all especially as you and Max had been working to get back to where you both wanted to be.

“Bye bye mummy!” Leia smiled as Max picked her up and placed her on the bed so she could say goodbye to you. With a smile, you sat up and kissed her cheek.

“Goodbye darling, enjoy your last day.”

“I’ll see you when I’m back.” Max leaned down and lightly kissed your lips before handing you a small box and a bag. “Breakfast is in the bag and there’s an early Christmas present in the box for you.”

“Max you didn’t have to -”

“Oh and these.” He handed you the biggest bunch of red roses you had ever seen. “I won’t be long.” He winked before picking Leia up off the bed, carrying her away in his arms as they both waved before shutting the door.

You let out a soft smile as they walked off before turning your attention to the gifts Max had given you. In the bag was a number of pastries from the bakery just down the road from you. You smiled at the note he’d left.

Be ready for when I get back, I have a day planned for us. I hope you enjoy your gifts.

Max

You moved to open the box that he’d also given you only to find a stunning Van Cleef & Arpels necklace. The clovers were all a beautiful red colour, the pair of you weren’t even official yet but he still bought you gifts that were worth more than your kitchen.

“You’re doing good so far Verstappen…” You muttered as you bit into the pastries.

You followed Max’s instructions and reluctantly pulled yourself out of bed to get ready for the day he’d planned. Who knows what he’d planned, knowing your luck he’ll just be driving you around in his car all day at stupid speeds but something told you otherwise. You set your thoughts aside as you got dressed just as you heard the front door unlock indicating that Max was home.

“y/n?” Max called out for you.

“I’m in the bedroom.” You called back as you took the necklace out of the box. Max quickly strode inside the door, smiling when he caught you holding the necklace. “Can you put it on for me?”

“Of course.” He stepped behind you, taking the delicate chain in his hands before helping you move your hair out of the way. “Do you like it?”

“I love it Max, thank you…”

“Anything for you…” He whispered. You could feel his hot breath on the back of your neck as he brought the chain in front of you, placing it on your neck as he carefully fastened the clip, his fingers gliding across your skin as he did so. Once he’d done his task he let his hands fall across your skin as his lips pressed small kisses on your neck. “So beautiful…”

“Max…”

“Can’t believe I let you go for that long…” He started to move his lips up to your jaw. “God I’m an idiot.”

“Yes, you are.” You smirked as he lightly tugged on your hair, making your head fall back onto his shoulder. A sly grin spread onto his face as he watched how submissive you would become around him. “What are you smiling up?” You caught sight of his face as he loomed over you, his lips ghosting your skin.

“After all these years you still go submissive for me -”

“Oh piss off -” You pulled away, scrunching your face up at his words which only made him laugh.

“You didn’t deny it.” His hands went to your waist, slowly backing you up against the wall. “I’ve really missed you y/n.”

“So much so you left me and your daughter without you for years.”

“I know…” He rested his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry…”

“You’ve done a good job at apologising, so far.” You pressed a small kiss to his cheek. “Leia loves you -”

“And do you?” He cut you off.

“You’re going to have to work harder than just buying me a necklace and looking after our daughter.”

“Then get your shoes on because we’re going out.” He stepped back, leaving your skin on fire at his touch.

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Max had taken you to the local Christmas markets, there were only a few days to go before Christmas and the magic of the season was slowly taking over. You smiled as the pair of you walked past all of the stalls, your eyes going brighter at the sight of the lights on all the trees.

“Have you ever been here before?” Max asked as he sipped on his hot chocolate.

“Nope, I’ve walked past it with Leia before but I always thought she was too young to bring her in here, besides there are a lot of people here and I’d rather I didn’t lose her. Daniel and I took her to watch the Christmas lights last year.”

“Does he visit often?”

“Most weeks yes.” You looked over at him. “Why’s that?”

“Just wondering, I always asked after you but he never told me much.”

“Good lad.” You smirked.

“Did he ever speak about me?”

“Not really, I always knew how you were doing because of the races.”

“You watched me?”

“Every single week. It hurt at first, I did it more for Daniel than for you but I knew I was lying to myself. When Leia got older she started to pay more attention to it and really liked it, probably doesn’t help that Daniel would come over and tell her all his stories and not to mention you’re her father.”

“Runs in the family.” He winked. “I already know what she’s getting for her birthday in May.”

“You do realise I have to have a say in what she gets as well this is a joint thing.”

“Then we’re going to get her a go-kart.”

“Are we now?” You raised your brows. “If she gets hurt you’re the one that’s dealing with it.” Max let out a small laugh, wrapping his arm around you, pulling you into his side.

“That’s fine by me although I won’t let her get hurt, her dad is a world champion, she’ll be learning from the best.”

“Learning from the best?” You smirked.

“Yep.”

“Didn’t think you’d let Lewis Hamilton teach our daughter that -”

“I beat him in front of our daughter!”

“Just.” You smirked. As you tore your gaze away from him your eyes landed on a games stall, with a giant teddy as one of the prizes. Max followed your gaze and his smile grew. As teenagers, the pair of you would go to carnivals and Christmas markets and every single year you always tried to win the biggest teddy up for grabs but every single year you were unsuccessful… until Max stepped in.

“I’ll win it for you.” Before you could say anything Max had already walked towards the stall. He was handed three balls and all he had to do was knock as many pins down as possible. In typical Max Verstappen fashion, he won you that giant teddy your eyes were glued to. “Could Lewis win you that?” He turned back to you to wink before taking the teddy from the stall owner. “For the love of my life.” He held it out to you.

“Very bold words.” You took the teddy from him despite it basically being the same size as you.

“I mean them.”

“Good.” You smiled, leaning up to plant a kiss on his frostbitten cheeks.

The pair of you walked around the rest of the markets, at a first glance anyone would have thought the pair of you were a couple on a date, completely in love with one another and maybe that was true. As much as you didn’t want to fall for Max this quickly you found yourself smiling at the small things. The way he stepped up to his role as Leia’s dad so naturally just made you fall in love even more.

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Christmas eve was here faster than you thought it would be. Leia was more than excited that Santa was visiting tonight. She had her Christmas pyjamas on as she was laying in Daniel’s arms with you and Max on the other side of the sofa. Daniel was staying with you and Max for Christmas as due to Covid rules he couldn’t fly home to Australia to spend the holiday with his family. The four of you were watching The Grinch, Leia and Daniel occasionally breaking the silence with a laugh. The tree was glowing as the fairy lights sparkled in the darkness. The house was decked out in decorations thanks to Max who helped you finish the house whilst Leia was at day-care.

“You getting tired angel?” Max called over to Leia who was slowly drifting off. She nodded, looking over at her parents, even Daniel looked as if he was falling asleep.

“How about we put out treats for Santa and the reindeers and then you can get some sleep? The sooner you sleep the sooner Santa will be here.” Her eyes lit up at her words, unlike Daniel who was slowly falling into a deep sleep.

She climbed out of Daniel’s arms and ran into Max’s. Max picked her up as the three of you went into the kitchen. Max set her down and handed her the milk that was in the fridge. “Are you going to pour it in the glass for Santa?” Max asked.

“Yeah!” She called back, slowly pouring the liquid into the glass.

“That’s it…” Max steadied her hand as he watched her. “Well done.” He smiled as she finished her task.

“Now how many cookies do you want to give Santa?” You asked.

“Six!” She laughed.

“Six?” Max laughed alongside with her. “Santa is a lucky man… how many can daddy have?”

“One!”

“One?”

“Yes for your one trophy!”

“I’ve won more than one trophy! You can see them around the house.” Max was almost offended at her words whereas you tried your best to hold back a laugh.

“I’ve only ever seen you win one!”

“You watched daddy on the TV, mummy told me that.”

“I didn’t see you in person.” She shrugged.

“How many does mummy get?”

“Three!”

“Why does mummy get three and I only get one?”

“Because it’s mummy!”

“Mummy does deserve more than three though.”

“But then they’ll be none for Santa!”

“I won’t eat that many!” You joined in. “Shall we go put them by the fireplace?” Leia nodded, holding her arms out for Max to carry her back to the front room whilst you balanced the plates and glass in your two hands before setting the treats down so she could inspect them before bed.

“Are they good enough for Santa?” Max asked.

“Yes!” She yawned after she spoke which earnt her a small laugh from you and Max.

“I think it’s time for bed princess,” Max spoke. “Whisper goodnight to Uncle Danny.”

“Night night Uncle Danny!” She waved despite the Australian being fast asleep.

Max and you took her to her room at the end of the hall. You pulled back the covers so she could slide inside before Max put them over his sleepy body. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Goodnight baby.” He smiled as she attempted to speak back but sleep overtook her. You followed suit, kissing her forehead before turning on her night light.

“Sleep well, angel.”

Max laced his hand in yours as the pair of you left the room, shutting her door silently so she didn’t stir. “She’s perfect,” Max whispered.

“She is a little star.” You looked up at him your hand still in his. “She’s happier with you here you know.”

“I’m happier being with the two of you.” Max turned his head slightly to catch sight of a sleeping Daniel. “And him I guess.”

You giggled at his words. “He’s done a lot for us.”

“Oh I know, I owe him a lot.”

“You do indeed Verstappen.” Kissing Max’s forehead you headed back to your shared room and started to set the presents out, with Max’s help. He even left her stocking at the end of the bed so she had something to wake up to. Daniel was still fast asleep on the sofa as Max helped himself to the food Leia had left out for Santa meanwhile you placed a blanket over the Austrailan so he wouldn’t get cold in the night.

“Are these the cookies you made?” Max asked as you made sure Daniel was comfortable.

“Yeah why?” You looked back at him.

“Should open a shop.”

“Maybe I could of but I had a child to raise.” You smirked before turning the lights off, leaving him to follow after you.

“You never lost your whit.” He smirked alongside you, following you through your bedroom door.

“I’m aware, lets hope our daughter has it too.” You grabbed a shirt to sleep in, getting ready for bed. You were in the bathroom when you heard Max take out the mattress he’d been sleeping on.

Fuck it.

“Max?” You poked your head past the EnSite door.

“Yes my love?”

“Put the mattress away.” You smiled. “I think it’s time we start sharing a bed.”

His eyes lit up like Christmas lights. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” Turning the bathroom light off you got into bed as Max started to get changed.

He removed his clothes and was eventually just left with his boxers on. You shouldn’t have stared so long but you did. The last time you’d seem him properly was when the pair of you slept together. He was still as beaufutil now as he was back that. No wonder why you forgot protection.

“Are you okay with me dressed like this?”

“Max we made a baby together I think I’m fine with you just in your boxers.” You smirked as he turned the light out, sliding into bed with you.

“Thank you…” Max whispered as he wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you into his chest.

“For what?”

“Having me back so fast. After what I put you through I certainly don’t deserve all of this.”

“You’re right.” You replied, catching sight of his blue eyes in the darkness. “But Leia needed you here and so did I. You worked to get back to what we should have had. You’ve been a dad to her, you didn’t just lay about. You proved to me you want this -”

“I want all of this, I want to take Leia around the garages, I want her to sit in my car and cheer me on and I want you. I want us y/n and I’ll do anything for you back. Name whatever you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“I just wanted you Max. I wanted you during the entire pregnancy and when I gave birth to her. I wanted you to be there but you’re here now and if you plan to be here until the end then that’ll get me back.”

“I’m going to put a ring on that finger and I’m not letting you out of sight from now on, especially when I know Charles fancies you -”

“Fuck off does he?”

“Told me if I didn’t worship the very ground you walked on then he’d make sure Leia saw him as a father.” You burst into laughter at his words, raising your hands to your mouth as you fell into his chest even more, trying to suppress the laughter. “It’s not funny!” Max pouted.

“Yes it is!” You looked up at him. “You know Leia actually liked Ferrari -”

“Yeah well she’d growing up a Red Bull fan from now on.”

“Daniel won’t like that.”

“Tough.” He winked as your clock signalled that an hour had passed. Max turned his head slightly, seeing that it was now midnight. “Merry Christmas darling.”

“Merry Christmas Max.” You pecked his cheek before the pair of you fell into a deep sleep, not that you’d get much sleep with a three year old who was incredibly excited for Santa to arrive.

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“Mummy! Daddy!” A sudden loud voice and a jumping child on the bed woke you and Max up.

“Santa came!” An Australian accent also made the pair of you sit up faster. Daniel came strutting in with a Santa hat on, clearly not caring that the two of you were basically nearly naked in bed.

“Look mummy!” Leia held out a small box.

“What did you get baby?” You held your arms out as she came and sat in your lap.

“It’s from Uncle Lando!” She smiled, tearing the paper which revealed a miniature version of Lando’s helmet with a note attached saying

Dear the future of F1,

Merry Christmas! I hope Santa brings you everything you asked for!

Don’t forget Uncle Lando when you start beating your dad at karting.

Love from Uncle Lando x

“Little shit…” Max muttered under his breath.

“Max!” You nudged his arm as Leia continued to open her gifts.

“What? He’s brainwashing her to like McLaren.”

“Maybe McLaren is the better team.” Daniel joined in.

“You know that isn’t true.” Max glared his way.

“Can we please not argue about Formula 1 at Christmas.” You looked between the pair of them.

“Daddy! Look!” Leia held up a model of her fathers car.

“Who did you get that from?” Max asked, smiling as he looked at her present.

“Your boss!”

“That was sweet of Christian, suprised he even knew who she was.”

“Belive me, he knows.” Daniel smiled.

“Sweetheart should we go to the living room so you can open your other presents?” Max collected the paper from the sheets.

“Yes!” She got up, giggling. Daniel picked her up, gathering that the pair of you needed to get changed before you came out to the living room. He took her out of the room but not before sending a wink to Max, knowing his plan.

Max jumped up, grabbing a his grey tracksuits before throwing them on whilst you threw on some comfy shorts. You went to your bedroom door when Max grabbed your wrist, pulling you back into his body. With one hand on your hips and the other of your cheeks he looked deep into your eyes.

“It might be too soon but if there is a God up there I hope he grants me a Christmas miracle…” He whispered as his lips grazed yours. “I want you back y/n please… y/n…” he took a deep breath. “y/n can I be your boyfriend?”

A small smile left your lips as you grabbed his face pulling him down so his lips could connect to yours. The kiss was long overdue. You always found yourself staring at him, wishing you could have him like you did now. Max swiped his tongue against your bottom lip, deepening the kiss as he pulled your hips into his. His grip on your body tightened as the pair of you kissed one another like it would be the last.

“Mummy! Daddy!” Leia’s yells made the two of you pull back, Max looked down at you with a smug grin.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes it is.” You pecked his lips before calling back to your daughter. “We’re coming sweetheart!”

Both you and Max quickly darted out of your room hand in hand, waltzing into the living room where your daughter was sat by the tree, holding a box bigger than her in her lap. “Who’s that one from?” Max asked.

“Santa!” She yelled, tearing away the paper and pulling open the box. She gasped as her tiny hands pulled out what was in the box. “Mummy look!” In her hands was Max’s Red Bull helmet. “Santa got me a helmet! It’s just like daddies!”

You and Max were sat on the floor opposite her, holding your arms out so he could fall into them. She handed you the helmet, watching you trace your hands over her fathers helmet he’d worn when he’d won the Championship.

“Want to put it on?” Max asked.

“Yes!”

You handed him the helmet as he slid it on her head, evidently it was far too big. “You’ll grow into it baby.” Max kissed the helmet. “You see this?” He pointed to the visor. “This protects your eyes, and this right here,” He pointed to just inside the helmet. “Is where I’m going to have a photo of you and Mummy so you’re always with me.”

You smiled at the way he interacted with his daughter. Your family was whole again and little did you know she really did grow into the helmet and even wore it when she started her professional career. Max also kept his promise and put that ring on your finger and who knows, maybe the pair of you will have another little racer in the family.

At least he’d be there for the entire journey this time around.

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dailydragon08 · 11 months

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Breathe With Me Part I

Summary: After an overwhelming time, your resolve finally crumbles and Leia, Han, and Luke are there to give you all the support you need to get you back on your feet. Pairing: Luke Skywalker x Gender Neutral!Reader Warnings: reader is very overwhelmed, sleep deprived, and crying. A/N: Writing this mainly for myself since the family dog passed away last night and I'm moving soon and just very stressed in general. But hopefully it helps anyone who needs it. Might do a part 2 of Luke just pampering you on a day off/vacation. I tried to write it so you can easily picture your favorite era of Luke here (ANH, ESB, ROTJ, post-ROTJ, maybe even right before the events of TBOBF, etc.). See my full masterlist here. Tagging Taco Squad cuz I feel like we could all use this right now @kaleidoscope1967eyes @masterlukessaber @coffeeorsomething-irl

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You closed your eyes and sighed from your spot on the Falcon’s bunk, wiping the tears from your cheek with your sleeve. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Leia said next to you, squeezing your hand. “You’ve been through a lot lately. Just let it out.” She rubbed a soothing hand across the back of your shoulders.

Han leaned against the adjacent row of bunks with an unsure, but sympathetic look on his face. He wandered towards the door, holding his wrist comm close to his mouth. “Kid, are you almost here? We could really use you in here.”

Luke’s out-of-breath voice floated through the static. “Almost there! I’m running as fast as I can. Just give me another few minutes.”

Han meandered back over and gave your shoulder a firm squeeze. “He should be here any minute.”

You nodded as more tears fell, sniffling so hard you triggered a coughing fit.

“Here.” Leia reached into one of the storage compartments beneath the bottom bunk and pulled out a box of tissues.

“T-thanks,” you mumbled before blowing your nose hard.

“Careful, kiddo,” Han said with a lopsided grin. “Make sure your nose stays attached to the rest of you.”

You gave a watery chuckle just as Luke skidded to a halt in the doorway. His hair was windswept and damp from the planet’s rainstorm, the shoulders of his jacket dotted with droplets. He met your eyes and sighed, hurrying over to you and squeezing Han’s forearm as he passed by.

“Kay, Chewie and I are gonna get her ready for takeoff,” Han said, speeding out the door. The “waterworks,” as he called them, no matter how justified, always seemed to put him at a bit of a disadvantage—although you appreciated him trying his best anyway.

Leia gave you a tight hug. “We’ll be back at base soon. I’ll make sure command gives you and Luke a day off so you two can relax and recoup.” She met Luke’s eyes and, at his nod, left and closed the door to the bunks behind her.

Luke nestled himself against you, pulling your shoulders to lean against him. “Hey, starflower, shhh,” he murmured as more tears spilled over. You leaned your head against his shoulder and he gently kissed your forehead before smoothing a hand over your hair. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”

You hiccupped through another sob, grateful for how he pulled your bridal style into his lap. Burying your face into the warm skin of his neck, you clung to him as you felt the ship thrum to life and vibrate the bunk underneath you. You weaved your fingers into the soft hair at the nape of his neck, letting the silkiness comfort you as you struggled to find your breath.

“Hey, breathe with me. You’re safe. You’re okay. I’m gonna help you through this, okay?” Luke’s hand ran up and down the length of your spine while the other gently massaged the back of your head. “In for four seconds through your nose, hold for four, then out for eight through your mouth, all right? In…hold…out…good, keep going. In…hold…out.”

You did this several more times before shuddering out another exhale. “My chest feels so tight.”

“Concentrate on how your hands or feet feel,” Luke murmured in your ear, still tracing soothing shapes on top of your clothes. He pulled back enough to press his forehead to yours and grabbed your hand, pressing your palm flat against his chest. His heartbeat thrummed under your fingers. “Breathe in time with me. You’re all right. In—out—in—out. Good, see? You’ve got it.”

You poured all your concentration into the sensations of your hands—how your muscles felt, the soft fabric of Luke’s jacket in one hand and the contour and warmth of his chest under the other. The ship hummed subtly around you as a relaxing accompaniment to Luke’s steady breathing. After several minutes, you felt him press a gentle kiss to your lips that you greedily returned.

He wiped another tear from your cheek before gently stroking your skin. “I’m s-sorry,” you warbled.

“Hey, none of that. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“But this isn’t your job—”

“How many times have you been there for me? And I don’t take care of you because I feel like I have to. It’s because I want to—hey, look at me.” He cupped your jaw and neck in his large hand and pulled back to look into your eyes, the striking blue filled with nothing but concern and warmth. “Taking care of you is not a job. It’s a privilege. I want to be here.”

You felt the tears building again, but this time for another reason. Squeezing him firmly, you buried your face in his neck again. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, so much,” he replied, holding you just as tight and nuzzling into your neck. He ran the tip of his nose up the side of your neck and across your jaw where it connected with your ear. “Have you gotten any sleep?”

You pulled back to meet his gaze. “Um…no, not really.”

“Well, we’ve got a while till we’re back at base, so why don’t we try and get some rest? Then once we’re back and have gotten the mission report out of the way, we can either have a relaxing day on base or I can fly us somewhere for a few days.”

“But Leia—”

“She’ll survive a few days without us.” He scooted back further onto the mattress with you still in his arms, shimmying out of his jacket and wrapping it around your shoulders before laying down. You lay beside him, tangling your legs with his and using his chest as a pillow as he wrapped one arm around your waist and the other around your shoulders. His hand slid gently from your shoulder to massage the knots in your neck again as he kissed your cheek. You felt a sudden wave of calmness wash over you like water and knew he was calling on the Force to help you balance yourself. With the sudden serenity came an overwhelming wave of exhaustion and you felt your eyes begin to droop, letting out a small, contented moan as the back of Luke’s fingers brushed your cheek before sliding down the slope of your neck to your shoulder. His other hand worked its way under your shirt to make relaxing circles in the skin there. “Just sleep,” he murmured. “I’ll wake you up once we’re back home.”

Half asleep, you murmured, “You are my home.”

You felt his lips press against yours. “And you’re mine, sweetheart.”

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alwritey-aphrodite · 10 months

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congrats on 500 followers scout 🤗🧡

how about "resting your head on your partner's lap" with poe dameron? thanks 🫶

Thank you so much 🥰🥹

It had been a long day. Really, it had been a long week, a long month, a long year, and all you wanted to do was rest. Ideally, you would lay down and sleep for at least a week, but at this point you’d take even fifteen minutes to wind down and calm down before getting back to work.

As the sky began to darken and you were nowhere near finished, though, it became clear that even that was too much to ask for.

You’d been staring at all the screens for so long you weren’t even sure what they said, numbers and letters and pictures blurring together until they became one large unmanageable blob. Right as you contemplate how much more work you can feasibly do, Poe saunters in and slots himself next to you.

It’s been a few days since the two of you talked, each of you throwing yourselves completely into your work that it was rare to even be in bed at the same time, let alone to fall asleep and wake up together or to talk during the day.

“What’ve you been up to?” He asks quietly, even though there’s no one around to hear you.

“This,” you respond with a vague gesture at the screens in front of you, mostly because you couldn’t remember what it was you were looking at.

“And what is ‘this’?” He inquires with a gentle smirk that tells you you’ve been caught. When you don’t respond, that slight smile falls away and he sighs. “Why don’t you take a little break?”

“I can’t, this needs to get done,” you shake your head while you speak, as if you can jostle your brain back to work.

“Maybe just a little break?” He pats his thighs, an invitation to lay down, “Maybe just until you can read numbers again?” As inviting as his thighs look, you’re still holding back, still holding out to stay awake for a few more hours and Poe can tell, but he knows exactly where to hit you. “C’mon, we both know you can’t help the Resistance if you’re too tired to tell what you’re looking at.”

With that, you give up and give in, a beautiful smile blooming on Poe’s face that makes you want to agree with him over and over as you readjust yourself so you can lay down on the bench with your head resting on Poe’s lap. Your eyes start to drift close, exhaustion taking over as you allow yourself a real break for the first time all day.

Sleep pulls you under almost as soon as your eyes shut and you can feel Poe’s fingers settle at the base of your skull and gently massage at your sore muscles while his other hand smooths up and down your back, making it impossible to stay awake even if you wanted to, even if you tried.

Hours later, you’re still asleep and Poe’s long since joined you, but when Leia peeks her head into the room with the hope Poe had convinced you to go back to your room last night, she can’t help but smile at the sight before her.

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eveningserenityyy · 5 months

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luke thoughts, hm. how about his sleeping habits? what position does he usually fall asleep in? i imagine on the farm he was an early bird, but does he stay that way in the rebellion? what does he wear to bed? does he dream, or remember his dreams? i’d love to know what you think :3

eeeeee I actually love this <3 thank you!

I feel that, on occasion, Luke will be one to mumble in his sleep; maybe even twitch his hands up as if he is reacting to something, or do a little face scrunch while dreaming deeply. I can imagine that happening to pre-rotj Luke often enough, at the very least.

I have a few ideas for him when it comes to sleeping positions; firstly I can imagine that, younger him especially (think pre-anh or just anh), would constantly be thrashing around in bed through the night, awake or asleep, therefore it would be constantly changing through the night at that time in his life. On the other hand, I imagine Luke as someone who has always needed to hold or cuddle something/someone to sleep more comfortably no matter which Luke period this is, so if he doesn't have a partner he falls asleep on his side and clutching a soft pillow close to his chest. I also have this image of ESB Luke asleep on his stomach, cheek squished against his pillow as his arms are hooked underneath it. and just imagine that bedhead...his hair would be so messy yet soft and fluffy at once.

I too can't help but think that when it comes to ROTJ Luke, or post etc... that he is a much better sleeper, he tends to fall asleep on his back, on his side with his hand tucked under his cheek, or even in a sitting position at times when he meditates a little too hard. He is also a light sleeper, driven awake by any small sound as he's always so in tune with his surroundings even when fast asleep. Yet despite how he has this calmer mindset to enjoy a peaceful sleep, I can imagine that there are stresses in his life that disrupt him from time to time. He worries about his students, his sister and Han wherever they may be, and occasionally he will feel something deeply wrong in the force that has him waking in a cold sweat. He feels too much, he's been through too much, and it still effects him no matter how great a Jedi he is.

He also was definitely forced to be an early bird on the farm, but I don't think it to be something he ever truly got used to. And unfortunately, I doubt he had much time to sleep in when in the rebellion, for it was more stressful than his simple farm life- although, when he DOES get a chance to sleep in, Leia has to physically pull him from the bed after an hour or two of peaceful slumber. He also gets so grumpy about it too, his tone raspy yet whiney at once when he begs for five more minutes. Spoiler; Leia does not give in to his wishes. (Pssstt, and he's almost just the same even as a Jedi when he has students to teach if he has a partner; he cannot bare to part from them when they are so adorably nuzzled into his side. He would stay in bed with them all day if he could, keeping them close to him as he places sleepy kisses to their hair or cheeks. the only difference is that Jedi Luke understands he cannot ignore his responsibilities as a master to his students).

In regards to what he wears to bed, I have a few ideas: I think his sleepwear is pretty generic when he's in the rebellion, a basic tunic and sweats that are either off white or beige (maybe a sweater in the echo base since its so cold), and ROTJ/post-rotj Luke would be essentially the same, except I DO very much like to imagine him in black, perhaps even with slightly fuzzy pyjama pants on (shirt? no shirt? depends on his mood or temperature too. but if he has a partner, he keeps the shirt off knowing damn well where their eyes like to wander). But ANH Luke? I love to picture that aunt Beru maybe puts together some handmade pyjamas for him, especially as a child. They're so soft, and sometimes fuzzy if she has the material for it. He still thinks of them from time to time, wishing they hadn't burnt to ash in the fire, so perhaps when he has the time and is somewhere with market stalls and the like, he tries to find a similar material or even tries his hand at making his own like she did for him (He may not be very good at it, but he tries.)

In terms of dreams, I imagine he has always been much of a dreamer. When he was a child, he used to have these vivid dreams of a woman, sometimes where she appeared very sad or another where he saw her with flowers in her hair as she slept. He found comfort in these somehow, and they always seemed to happen around his birthday, but that part he didn't really understand and eventually they began to fade with time as he grew older. Only later as a Jedi did he remember them and realize he was seeing his mother. I also like to imagine that he has either the most chill dreams ever (Pretty normal. Maybe where he is following some beautiful path in a meadow with flowers and cutest little bugs buzzing around him, or he is speaking with a friend either old or new, maybe even doing some maintenance on his ship), or the most insane in every sense of the word (buildings and people turn into different shapes or colours around him, or he dreams someone is speaking the most illogical words to him before he's pushed off a cliff and lands in the most random of places. maybe he even dreams his lightsaber turns into a baguette, who knows?).

When he becomes a Jedi, his dreams start to make some sense. They give him signs, warnings, or even just messages to help him through his days. Sometimes he dreams of his father, and he wakes up in serene peace for reasons he can't fully comprehend. He often meditates on these, and takes them seriously when the need arises. But thats not to say his dreams are always helpful as a Jedi by default. He still has those occasional crazy ones, or those random yet calm ones that don't mean much at all. He enjoys dreaming, though. He enjoys allowing sleep to overcome him as his subconscious treats him to an adventure.

-thats not to be said he doesn't get nightmares either, though. Sometimes he wakes up in the night and can feel the force lightning coursing through his veins, and if he has a partner next to him, he will hold them for comfort, maybe talk about his fears if they're awake. He can still remember how he burned his own father to ash, dreaming of that very fire as his voice croaks out from the darkness. Luke even has horrible nightmares about Leia dying tragically, and the very next morning he has to figure out if this was simply a nightmare or something to genuinely worry of.

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Unconditionally// ch 3

anakin x reader

(a/n: THIS ONE WAS EARLY HAHA SORRY!! buuutttt we’re getting into the bigger picture now 🤩🤩 thanks for being here!)

You catch someone’s attention

warnings: swearing, suggestive comments

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You woke up in a spare bedroom of Anakin’s house. You had a dull headache, probably from the wine you indulged in last night. You stretched and checked your phone, it was 10:00 am, not too bad. You got out of the comfy bed (much nicer than your dorm bed). You traveled out to the kitchen and found Ben, Anakin, and the twins all sitting at the table in the kitchen.

“Look who finally decided to get up,” Anakin teased.

“How was your night, sleeping beauty?”

You were confused as to how Anakin was up and chipper, because from what you remember, he had much more to drink than you.

“I’m well, thank you”

“F/N ?! You slept over!!” the twins exclaimed. You smiled and gave them a little wave.

Ben invited you to sit in the seat between him and Anakin.

“Aww, Uncle Ben! I wanted to sit by her” Luke protested, to which Ben just laughed him off.

“Have a crush, do we?” teased Ben.

Luke’s face turned bright red, “NO!”.

Ben chuckled and even Anakin smirked. They exchanged a glance and both went back to their own plates.

After breakfast Ben left and you were about to leave too. but Anakin stopped you.

“If you want, you can take a shower here” he offered.

“What?” you were confused

“Well it's probably better than some shitty dorm shower”.

The twin’s must have gone upstairs because he never cussed in front of them.

You laughed, “Yeah they are pretty shitty”.

He huffed out a laugh too and got you some towels. He let you shower in his since that was the only one really with toiletries in it, the rest were more for show.

You stepped into the large glass shower and turned on the overhead shower. It cascaded nicely down onto your body. The pressure was perfect, you felt so relaxed. As you washed you began to realize you were going to smell like Anakin when you got out. Not that that would bug you though.

Your mind drifted to less than professional thoughts about your boss. The shower was pretty big… you thought about what other activities you could do in there. You could almost imagine how he would hold you, how he would-

You shook your head. No. You were just lonely, that's all.

You exited the shower and put on the dress you initially wore last night, this time you looked less fancy and smelled like Anakin. Your roommate was definitely gonna think you got screwed.

You walked down the long staircase and tried to find Anakin to say goodbye before leaving. You looked all around but still couldn’t find him, so You decided to just leave a little thank you note.

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You spent the rest of your weekend begrudgingly thinking about him. You shouldn’t be thinking about your employer that way, he wasn’t even that nice to you?!

But you still found yourself missing him. You really wanted to do something with the kids and him, but there was no way you could bring that up discreetly.

Finally Monday rolled around and you went over to the Skywalker’s. You started doing this thing where you would wave to the little camera doorbell every time you came over. Even if no one was watching it made you happy.

Today the kids were bouncing with energy. Apparently it had been one of their classmate’s birthdays and they brought in a cake, so that left you with two 7 year old’s hyped up on sugar.

You managed to wrangle them into the playroom and finally plopped down on a rather small bean bag chair.

Dramatically you did a fainting motion, “ugh, you children exhaust me”. They laughed and ran to jump onto you.

A few hours passed and they calmed down, but then they began to whisper. They were trading secrets between each other, only stopping occasionally to glance at you and then laugh.

“What's so funny, hmm?” you asked with a wide smile.

Leia giggled before coming forwards, “So we heard daddy and uncle Ben talking yesterday”.

“And what could they have been talking about that's making you so giddy?” you playfully asked the little girl.

Leia stole another glance at Luke before running away. This time Luke was the one rolling his eyes, he stepped in front of you and spoke.

“We heard them talking about you, Dad said he thinks you’re pretty”.

You swear your heart did a flip.

“W-what?” you asked.

“Yeah we went upstairs and were playing spies and we heard them talking about you” Luke grinned , proud of his spying ability.

Leia came back and offered “Yeah, and Uncle Ben said ‘go for it’”.

Holy shit.

You were sure you were blushing, “ohh, that's nice of your dad”.

Leia giggled and whispered something to Luke. He stood tall and crossed his arms, “Leia thinks Dad has a crush on you”.

Leia scowled and smacked Luke, “You weren't supposed to say I said that!”

Luke just shrugged it off and went back to play with his legos. Leia, however, stayed by you. “Do you have a crush on daddy?”.

Yes.

“Oh, I think we’re just friends,” you said instead.

She made a face and then shrugged too, “I guess we’ll just have to see”, and then joined her brother.

We’ll have to see? Was he planning something? I mean, kids are notoriously known to just blabber their parent’s business…but if this were true..

Could he? No, why would he like someone like you? College student with not a penny to her name? Inexperienced and young, he would probably be someone of his status and age. You tried to push it away, but not long later the door opened.

He came in with a four cup tray from the local coffee shop. The kids ran downstairs to greet him.

“Hey bud! Hey Princess!” He smiled , handing them each a small coffee cup. You cringed and walked up to him. He leaned into you so he could hear you whisper.

“They had cake at school, don’t you think that’s a lot of sugar?”

He smiled, small smile lines creasing around his beautiful eyes.

“Don’t worry, it's just chocolate milk, I tell them it’s coffee”

You giggled and playfully hit his arm, “you’re wrong for that, what's gonna happen when they order a coffee and it tastes like…well, coffee?”.

He just shrugged and smiled.

Was it because of what Leia said, or was he actually kind of flirting with you?

“Oh, here” he said, handing you a drink of your own.

“What’s this for?”

“It's for you,” he said, sipping his own.

“How did you know what to get?” you asked.

“You just seem like a shaken espresso kind of gal.”

You smiled, indeed you were, you turned the cup and saw Anakin’s name on the side of the cup. You knew it was standard to label coffee cups, but his name just looked so good on your cup.

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Thursday came along and you were busy coloring with the kids when the door opened. The twins immediately jumped up to greet their dad, and honestly you were just as excited to see him. Maybe you were just a hopeless romantic, but you began to pick up more on his flirts.

He asked the kids to go upstairs for a moment to which they responded with giggling. You were confused.

“Is something wrong?” you asked, worried about what he needed to talk about privately. Did you do something wrong?

He set down his bag and walked towards you, “umm, I’m kind of out of the loop with this sort of thing” he said placing a hand over his mouth..

Shit. you were about to get fired.

“I’m really sorry, I-I can get my stuff” you said sheepishly.

Were you too flirty? Did you make him uncomfortable?

“What?” he asked, perplexed.

“You’re asking me to leave right? Like firing me?” you offered.

“What? No, God, No” he chuckled.

He leaned on the kitchen counter and just laughed for a moment.

You carefully set your bag down, now you‘re confused.

“What is it then?”

He gathered himself and walked towards you, “I was going to ask you if you were free tomorrow night””.

“Oh, Yeah, no worries, I can watch the twins” you said. Relieved, you began reaching for your planner.

He grabbed one of your arms gently, and laughed once more, ‘No, I mean if you were free for a date”.

What?

All you could do was stare at him. “Me?”

“Well, who else?”

You couldn’t comprehend that this was actually happening. Nothing like this ever happened to you.

“A-are you sure?” you asked, making sure he wasn’t playing a cruel joke on you.

“I’m Positive,” he said.

You smiled at him, “ok”.

“It’s a date then?” he confirmed.

“It's a date,” you smiled.

He beamed at you, “I’ll pick you up at 8, send me your address?” he said.

You nodded, “what about the twins?”.

“Ben’s gonna watch them”.

AH HA! So Ben was in on it! The kids were right.

You left the Skywalker household with a warm embrace and a large smile.

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It was now approximately one hour until Anakin was supposed to show up at your dorm. You still couldn't believe he had any interest at all in you. You were just some random girl in her early 20’s.

Either way you were glad he was giving you a chance. Your makeup was done up and you were deciding on an outfit. Part of you wanted to wear that green dress again, but you remembered how he reacted last time. You weren’t trying to ruin a good night in the first few seconds. So instead you opted for a more modest (still a little revealing) black dress. Hopefully he would appreciate this one.

Your roommate was teasing you about this “mystery man”, so you decided to leave out that it was your employer.

“F/N you never go out with guys! He must be pretty special” she wiggled her brows at you.

You laughed it off and continued to fasten the clasp on your necklace. She was right though. You had pretty bad luck romantically. You only ever had two long term relationships and both ended badly. The first one left you after two years saying you were too focused on work, they told you no one would be able to love you if you were never emotionally available. The next one you truly thought would be the one, until one day you went over to his place and he was banging your ex-best friend. And instead of feeling guilty, he simply told you that you were undeserving of love.

Those experiences caused you to build a wall around your heart, it seemed everyone left you, so you had no choice but to protect yourself. After that you stopped looking for love, stopped flirting, stopped hoping.

Your phone dinged and that caught your attention. Anakin texted you that he was on the way, you took a deep breath before checking yourself once more in the mirror.

“You look great,” your roommate said, answering your unspoken question.

You smiled and thanked her before grabbing your purse. You didn’t really want to make Anakin have to come to your door, so you went outside by the parking lot to sit on a bench.

Your heart began to race as you saw his sleek black car pull up. He parked by the curb and got out to open the door for you. You didn’t expect that. He extended a hand to help you into the car.

He closed the door and went back around to his side. You watched him buckled up and admired the veins on his hands while he gripped the steering wheel. He began driving towards the restaurant.

“You look beautiful, by the way” he offered, still looking ahead.

You blushed at his sentiment, “You look rather nice yourself” you quipped back.

He stole a quick glance at your rose tinted face before smiling. He set his gaze back on the road ahead of him and let out a contempt hum as you two continued to the city.

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(A/N: sooooo, I have a plan for this fic to take a very interesting turn soon (the turn will relate to character development in the actual SW universe) idk if that makes sense, but you’ll find out soon if you continue to read :)

Also.. HELLO WINGMAN BEN?!)

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bat-at-the-disco · 2 years

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Random Star Wars Headcannons I have because I have sw brain rot and no other outlet

Grogu has a whole room in Boba’s palace (well it’s his and Din’s room, but all Din has in there is an armor stand and a mat on the floor with a neck pillow). The rest of the room is filled with toys, many of which are frog themed.

Boba gave Grogu a modified light-saber when he found out Skywalker blackmailed the green bean out of jedi training. It’s one of the ones Boba got off a Jedi bounty, but the kid does not need to know that.

Some of the Tusken raider villages that is sort of extended family with the one that took in Boba found out he was daimyo and gifted him some mastiffs and he absolutely uses them for sand dog-sledding. Grogu likes to ride them like banthas and will even race Boba.

Din teaches Boba Tusken and Boba teaches Din how to use a gaffi stick

Peli gives Boba and Din her eternal loyalty because knowing them has gotten her loads of business from the locals. She absolutely brags about it and you KNOW she exaggerates their friendship— “Who, the daimyo? He’s basically my brother. Family gatherings are wild!”

Darth Vader had a grand total of three coworkers names memorized in his time as Commander of the Imperial Navy— Tarkin, Thawn, and the Emperor. Why would he need to know anyone else’s when he kills so many on the daily? He just reads their mind if he needs to say something to them or just calls them by their status like “Admiral” or “Lieutenant” and whatnot. He ain’t got no time. And if he DOES call anyone by the wrong name, you better believe no one is gonna correct him.

Han Solo equally loves and hates what being married to a politician has done to his fame/career. On the one hand, people are even more afraid of getting on his bad side than before. On the other hand, he can’t do much more than shoplift without getting dragged back home by the ear from Leia.

Cara uses her rare Friend Immunity to share gossip between the Fett and Organa households.

Fennec likes to read and she can clear like three books in a day, easy.

Grogu has diplomatic immunity for being the daimyo’s nephew and the Manda’lor’s son and being pretty much one of the one surviving members of the original Jedi Order.

There are so many stories about Din throughout the galaxy and he has ZERO idea. People will just know him and he’ll just be like “Huh. We’re you a bounty I took down? Yeah that’s probably it.”

Grogu has an art phase that consists of him burning pictures of flowers and frogs and things into the castle walls with his little lightsaber.

Boba collects exotic space animals like a rich guy collects sports cars. The dude has a whole ass petting zoo living in his palace by month two of being daimyo.

Din is a morning person but will absolutely sleep till 2 in the afternoon if you let him.

Ben Solo says Auntie Ahsoka>Uncle Luke any day.

Boba decides that the rancor’s name is Chewie just to spite Han.

Luke and Leia are seldom invited to Naboo Royalty family cookouts because whenever they show up shit happens.

After Luke expelled little green bean, Din either tracks down a force-sensitive mandalorian to teach Grogu or just fucking wings it himself by researching Jedi for like an hour or two then info-dumping to Grogu. “Ok bud you gotta sit still for a while like you did on that weird jedi rock and uhh put your mind in the plants and dirt and stuff and be one with it or something.” “Bah!” “Yes, then we can get second dinner.” Din probably found some old Jedi texts before Luke could get his hands on them. DIY jedi school.

Din and Grogu lightsaber training together!!! Grogu is a lot better at it, needless to say.

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luke-and-leia-the-cats-not-jedi · 10 months

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Luke Leia Sleeping - Jul 17 2023

In today’s episode, the part of “Cat Who Sleeps Adorably” will be played by Leia.

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roosterscockpit · 2 years

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Their First Halloween All Together | H.C |

This is within the same universe as my story 🥹❤️

Please let me know if you received/did not receive the notification that you’ve been tagged, thanks besties!

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Happy Halloween! Be safe! Check your candy, babes!! 🎃🫶🏼🍭

Bradley wakes up super early to go to the store to get a bunch of spooky decorations for the inside of the house.

Makes Leia and you a spooky basket full of everything you both love.

Decorates the kitchen area with skeletons, ghosts, spiders/spiderwebs, strings bat fairy lights all over and sets up all the Halloween activities.

Plays Nightmare Before Christmas as background noise.

Cuts up a white bed sheet and drapes it over himself.

Runs into his sleeping daughter’s room and dumps a bucket of candy on her to wake her up

Jumps on her bed in his ghost costume until she wakes up.

Cuts a white pillow cover for her to wear.

They stand in front of your door and look at each other. They nod in unison and Bradley swings the door open. They run into your room and scare the shit out of you.

Makes both of you jack-o-lantern pancakes in the morning.

Carves pumpkins with Leia. Bradley carves a ghost with aviators with a sick mustache. You help Leia and she carves a scary face with a mustache and names it spooky doddle-doo.

Bradley gives you your spooky basket. It has skeleton-printed socks, a Starbucks card, a squishy stress ball in the shape of a pumpkin, a cute pumpkin-headed teddy bear, a pumpkin cake pop, a pumpkin spice-scented candle, a wine glass that says, “I need more boos” and your favorite candy, a KitKat. But the king size with 16 pieces.

He gives Leia hers. It has cute jack-o-lantern spooky slides, a shirt that says “Creep it Real” with a skateboarding ghost, black and green striped socks, a pumpkin cake pop, an Oogie Boogie plushie, squishy toys in the shape of a skeleton head, a cat head, and a pumpkin, Halloween themed hair bows, and a bunch of different candies.

Bradley runs to his bronco for another surprise. He comes in with matching pajamas for the three of you. They are mummy themed. Your’s says “Mummy”. Bradley’s says, “Dadcula.” Leia’s says, “Lil’ Monster.”

You and Bradley decorate cookies with Leia. Leia makes a zombie pilot and says it looks like her papa Mav.

You all make cupcakes together. Bradley and Leia team up and throw flour at you. After you are done making them, Bradley feeds you one and smashes it into your face. Leia licks the icing off of your nose.

Bradley helps Leia dress into her costume. He adds the finishing touches and kisses her nose. “You look good, baby girl.” He steps back and admires his masterpiece, “Really good.” They nod in unison.

You dressed up as a vampire.

Bradley comes out into the living room wearing his flight suit. You admire how hot he looks.

“And I present to you… Mini Rooster!” He throws his hands to the side of him and out emerges Leia in a small version of Bradley’s flight suit. She’s wearing a fake mustache and a pair of Bradley’s aviators.

Leia sings danger zone while you and Bradley die of laughter.

You and Bradley load the car with sleeping bags and the new pajamas Bradley got you all.

You and Bradley bring Leia to Penny’s house for her first house to get candy. Mav and Penny open the door and laugh hysterically.

Mav wants to fit in so he goes and throws his flight suit on too. The three of them stand together to take pictures.

You and Penny die internally of a cuteness overload.

Leia finishes trick-or-treating and comes back with a Star Wars pillowcase full of treats.

Bradley checks her candy and eats at least a quarter of it as he “checks.”

You all go to Mav's hangar for a Halloween party.

You and Bradley bring out all the sweets you three made at home. Everyone goes after them.

The squad sees Leia and dies of laughter. They think it's the cutest thing ever. They all take turns taking pictures with her in Mav's P-51.

All of the dagger squad are dressed up as scary monsters for the haunted house Mav created for Leia and the other kids.

Leia is the only kid not scared through the whole house.

She says hi and gives hugs to all the dagger squad while she goes through. All of the other kids hide behind her.

When they reach the end, Mav opens the curtain to let them out.

Leia screams bloody murder. Mav is confused.

“Sorry Papa, you’re the scariest monster here.”

The squad members come out of their hiding spots and laugh at Mav.

Mav is just in his regular old flight suit.

Mav has a Halloween Party playlist playing and everyone is dancing.

Thriller comes on and everyone dances. Bradley and Hangman lead the group.

Leia shares her candy with everyone’s kids.

Mav set up a bunch of games for the kids. The favorite one being ghost bowling. Rolling a pumpkin at a bunch of toilet paper rolls with ghost faces drawn on them.

Another being pin the spider on the web.

The adults had a pumpkin carving contest. All the couples were pairs for teams.

The winners were Cyclone and Davina ( @cycbaby ) for their drunk pumpkin throwing up.

They won a Halloween-themed bath box. It had various bath bombs in the shape of a pumpkin, ghost, and skeleton.

Cyclone gave Davina a devious look when they opened it. “We can use these later.”

Bradley overheard and yelled, “Baby Typhoon underway!” Everyone joined in.

Cyclone winked over at Davina, “Halloween means spooky sex.”

Penny brought batches of Jell-O shots for a game of trick-or-treat shots. A bunch of Jell-O shots with 1 that actually had alcohol.

Whoever would get the one with alcohol had to get a pie pan of whipped cream to their face.

Hangman and Bob were the unlucky ones.

There was a spooky Photo Booth. Everyone crammed into it and took pictures.

Mav had a scrapbook outside the booth for everyone to glue a copy of their pictures and write something.

You, Bradley, and Leia took a picture and put it in Mav’s book. You were biting Bradley’s neck as Leia was mimicking a scream.

Bradley wrote, “A pain in my neck.”

After the party, everyone changes from their costumes into Halloween-themed Pjs and set up their sleeping bags all around Mav’s hangar.

Mav pulls out the projector.

You, Bradley, and Leia change into your matching pajamas.

You all watch Halloween movies for the rest of the night.

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tennessoui · 5 months

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hello hello! I just spent pretty much the entire day reading backwards from post #1 on your blog for the kuwsk tag. screaming, crying, giggling, throwing up.. the whole nine yards really! two immediate things on my mind: 1) I REALLY need someone to draw obi wan fondly watching sick anakin on the couch with a sleeping luke and barely awake leia, face and arms covered in (hello kitty) band aids. 2) I desperately need to know what their wedding vows said please I beg. tysm for this amazing verse!

ahhh this is so sweet !! I can’t help you with the first thing cause I’m really not great at drawing but I agree that I would love the fuck out of a picture of that moment + the following moment when obi-wan puts anakin to bed and he pretends that they’re dancing in the living room when the twins ask because he can’t fess up to having let them drug their father lmao

but the second thing!! That’s a great question I bet their wedding vows are really soppy. Obi-Wan probably thanks him for giving him a family and also for the infinite amount of patience and kindness anakin showed him until he figured out he could want happiness and love in his life again & anakin’s vows start by thanking obi-wan for waking the fuck up and realizing he deserved happiness and it was already living down the hall from him lol

#asks #obikin #KUWSK #the real question is what do those best man speeches look like #cause you know Quinlan’s been writing his for years and years and years

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alloftheimaginesblog · 2 years

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Obi-Wan, You Are My Father {Obi-Wan Kenobi}

Plot: When trying to rescue the young Princess Leia, Obi-Wan finds a woman claiming to be his daughter.

Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Requested by @gatefleet: I hope you like it! :) x

Your hands found that oh so familiar photograph that you kept tucked in your jacket pocket at all times. It was the only photo you had of your father, a grainy slightly blurred photograph of him and your mother. You barely knew anything about your father, your mother never shared much. She always told you that he was off on a far away planet helping others and that was it. You didn't know his name or what he sounded like, you didn't know what height he was or what his personality was like. It always felt like a part of you was missing, a part of you longing to know where you came from and who your father was. Your thumb brushed over his smile before you pocketed the photo and set about your day.

The day was anything but exciting. It was the normal schedule; go to work, have lunch, finish your shift, come home, make dinner for you and your mother and then sleep. It was a mundane life but it was your life. It started smooth, you arrived to work early getting a head start on the cleaning and tidying when all of a sudden a dark presence burst into your shop.

"Oh sorry, we're not open ye-" Your words got caught in your throat as you saw the Grand Inquisitor striding into your small shop with two of his men, "C-Can I help you?" Nerves bubbled in your stomach, you had nothing to hide but they had a very ominous presence.

The Grand Inquisitor cleared his throat, "We are searching for a highly skilled, highly dangerous Jedi... You don't happen to know of their whereabouts, do you?"

You shook your head, "I didn't know there were any Jedi left so no, I don't."

He eyed you curiously before tutting, "Shame. If you see any strange behaviour, I have my officers posted every few blocks."

They were about to turn to leave when you said, "If you have a photograph or something I might be able to hang it in the window?"

He paused, pulling something from his pocket before sliding it across the table to you face down, "Do get one of my guards if you see anything."

You had been about to lift the paper when they'd left and in walked a customer, "Are you open?" The older woman asked.

"I-" you weren't, you'd be open in twenty five minutes but she was already here so you sighed, "Yeah, sure. Come on in."

It was around an hour later when you'd finished serving a customer that you'd accidentally caused the piece of paper to fall off of the counter, "Oh here you go," the man said, picking it up for you, "Oh that's the missing Jedi. I hear he'd evaded capture for decades."

"Decades, huh?" You asked, raising your eyebrows as you took the paper from him. The man turned and left leaving the shop empty. It was then that you finally looked at it and you gasped. Staring back up at you was a picture of the man your mother swore was your father.

Obi-Wan Kenobi.

You hadn't heard the name before. Your mother told you that his name was a secret which aligned with him evading the Empire, his name would've had to be a secret. He looked older in this picture, of course he did it had been twenty years since they other photo was taken, but in your mind you'd kept him ageless and now here he was, with frown lines and eyebags. It threw you off, making you feel an emotion that you couldn't place. You weren't sad, you weren't scared and you weren't nervous and yet you were all three at the same time.

Did that mean that your father - this Obi-Wan Kenobi - was in your town? You could only presume so. Quickly you gathered your belongings and headed out of the shop, placing a 'BACK SOON' sign on the door before locking it. This was your one chance to see him, to meet him. The city was littered with Stormtroopers. It was unnerving to see so many of them with so many weapons. Your father was a wanted man but you were going to find him first before anyone else did. All you knew about him was that he was a Jedi, did that mean that you had Jedi powers? You weren't sure, you'd surely find out.

If I was a wanted Jedi, where would I hide?

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. You didn't know what you were doing but you thought that it was worth a try. You focussed, listening to the hustle and bustle of the city, before your head turned to the left and you were staring down a long dark alleyway, "I'd go the back route," you whispered.

Making sure that no one saw you, you slid down the alleyway as quietly as you could. At the end of the alley, it branched in two directions. Something burned inside of you telling you to go left and then up? You found a ladder attached to one of the backs of the buildings and you began to climb. Heights wasn't something you really enjoyed but right now you didn't care.

As you climbed over the last rung of the ladder, a flash of green swung by you and you narrowly avoided it with a squeal, "I just want to talk!" You held your hands up as you stared into the face of your father, "I-I just want to talk, I promise!"

"Who are you?" His voice was cold.

"I'm not the enemy, I swear. I just want to talk to you-"

"How did you find me?"

"I... I don't really know to be honest."

He frowned at you, "Why do you want to talk to me?"

"I-I think that you're my father." Your voice was quiet and your heart hammered in your chest as you said it. He pulled a face, one of 'what on earth is going on'.

"I do not have time for this. Whatever you want, you cannot have. I simply do not have time." He swatted the air with his hand, "Whatever ploy this was is stupid." He went to step down the ladder when you cut him off.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi," your voice was loud, not loud enough to alert any guards or anyone but loud enough to stop him dead in his tracks, "you are my father."

He turned to you, frowning deeply, and was about to dismiss your claim when he noticed you were holding a photo; the photo that had been taken twenty some years ago... The photo of your mother and father. He stepped away from the ladder, frowning at the photo.

"How did you get this?" He asked, hand instinctively moving to his hip where his saber sat, "Did Anakin send you?"

"Who's Anakin?" You asked confused, "I am not the enemy here, I'm just a girl wanting to know where she came from." He eyed you curiously, almost waiting for you to pull out a blaster and shoot him. Life hadn't been kind to him, you could see that his eyes were sad and haunted. He didn't speak so you continued, "I got this photo from my mother. Do you know who that is?" You point to your younger mother.

He nods, "Yes. I do." He stepped closer, hand still hovering over his saber, but he moved closer to peer at the photograph as he drank it in. He'd almost forgotten about those days, they seemed to happen so long ago. It was almost like he was looking at a ghost of himself, he barely recognised that young man in the pictures now.

"That is my mother," you said quietly, tapping next to her face, "and that is you."

"But-" he looked to you, "it cannot be. When I left..."

"You left when she was one month gone, she wouldn't have been showing then. She told me she didn't find out that she was pregnant until she was three months gone and then it was too late to contact you, she had no idea of your real name... of where you were."

He stared at you and then at the photo and then back at you as the cogs in his head turned. Could it really be? He lifted his head to look at you as though trying to scan for similarities between you and him, "You have your mother's eyes," he said softly.

"And my father's smile, she always told me."

Obi-Wan smiles, "How did she know that I am your- that you are my-" he couldn't quite finish the thought, still in disbelief.

"She said that she never loved a man again. It was you, just you, no one else." You smiled sadly, "I always caught her late at night staring out at the stars and I knew that she was searching for you, hoping that you'd return to her someday."

"Your mother, is she..?"

"Passed on a year ago."

"Oh." His eyes were misty, full of tears as he stared at the photo. The memories flooded back to him, her touch, her love... "Had I known- Had I known that she was with child, I would've- I wouldn't have left." He was being sincere, he wouldn't have left her; he would've stayed.

"Why did you leave?" You asked.

"That other bit of paper in your hand," he gestured to your left hand which held the scrunched up missing person poster, "I am an enemy of the Empire. They've searched for decades for me and they are continuing to do so." An explosion was heard from the town centre, "They will continue to destroy the city if they do not find me." He turned to you, hand reaching out to take yours before he thought better and snatched his hand away, "You must leave here. Pack up your things and go far away, head East."

"Where will you go?" You ask, voice concerned, "What kind of life is it to be on the run?"

"A dangerous one," he frowned, "I have to find my friend and then I'm getting her home. You must do as I say, it's not safe here anymore... If they found out that you are my- that you're my daughter, they'd kill you. Flee." He glanced back at the city, "I have to go."

"Take me with you!" It was a desperate sort of plea that came from your mouth. You didn't even think about saying it until it was already out in the air. Obi-Wan's mouth opened and then shut so you continued, "I have no purpose here. My mother is dead," he winced, "I have no ties to this planet I call home."

"It is too dangerous." He shook his head, turning away, "I must go."

"Father please!" Tears well in your eyes as you beg him, "Do not leave me here to die like she did. Teach me how to protect myself, teach me how to help you... Take me with you. You're the only family I have." He closed his eyes and breathed, slow and deep. He was torn; torn between leaving you, his only kin, and taking you and potentially risking your life. You seemed to read his thoughts, "My life is in danger either way. I stay here, they might find out and kill me. I go, they might find me and kill me. Either way there will always be danger."

After a painfully long minute, he turned to you and nodded, "Okay," he sighed, "You can come with me but we have to hurry..." He frowned. He didn't know your name yet, "It just occurred to me that I do not know your name."

"(y/n)," you supplied softly, "My name is (y/n)."

He smiled, "Your mother and I spoke about our favourite names for if we ever had children... Your name is the one I picked." He stuck his hand out, shaking yours, "Well, (y/n), I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi and it appears that I am your father."

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kalevalakryze · 7 months

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Follow Orders

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Ahsoka Series Pairings: Hera Syndulla & Ezra Bridger, Ezra Bridger & Jacen Syndulla Characters: Hera Syndulla, Ezra Bridger, Jacen Syndulla, Leia Organa, C-3PO, Chopper Warnings: Mentions of Loss, References to Depression, Exhaustion, Comfort Notes: For Whumptober Day 12 This one is also going to be very short, since I; like Hera, have not been sleeping Prompt: “I haven’t slept in days, but who’s counting?” | “I’m up, I’m up.” | Insomnia Word Count: 1,317 AO3 Link: Here!

Hopelessness was not something that had ever been able to sink itself wholly into Hera Syndulla; Ever since she was a child, she’d known of war, sacrifice, and loss; Even the loss of Kanan, while life altering and heart shattering, she still got up in the morning, put one foot in front of the other. Had raised her son and fought in the Rebellion, had balanced being a mother and a leader so smoothly for decades.

Hopelessness’s icy tendrils had found her heart at the mention of Grand Admiral Thrawn’s return, but there’d been a spark of hope with his name. That Ezra Bridger would return to them, that the empty chair in the ghost would be filled again by the boy’s laughter and antics that had never failed to make her smile.

Jacen was so much like him, the older brother he’d never got to meet, reflected in whole smiles and brilliant thoughts, in the force and it’s thrum so intricately tied into their beings (She didn’t know much about it, but General Skywalker had assured her that even if Jacen did not know Ezra, he would know enough of the Hero in the stories she shared, and in the memory of the force, if the boy would reach on his own).

When Ezra pulled the bucket off of his head, Hera hadn’t known what she was going to do. He’d grown up so much, a near perfect resemblance of the man in the pictures he’d shown them of his parents. But he’d smiled at her with the awkward easiness of a boy who’d stolen a TIE fighter.

She was torn between meeting him halfway as her blaster was stowed numbly, from watching him, and watching the ramp of the ship.

He’d gotten tall, she could make out that much as he finally got within arms reach. No one came from the ship. “Where…?” Hera’s voice trailed off, and his smile faltered.

“They’re okay,” He promised, his hand hovering hesitantly in the space between them, like touching Hera would break the illusion. “They’ll come home,” He promised, surprise cutting him off as the General through her arms around him, plastoid creaking as strong arms encompassed him.

“Ezra,” She breathed again, fingers burying in dark, curly hair as his head tucked into her neck, arms wrapping just as tight around her as the New Republic soldiers around them started to lower their guard. “I’m so glad you’re home,” She had to focus on the good, and had to believe that Ahsoka would keep herself alive long enough to fulfill her promise. She’d promised to bring home both of her surrogate kids, and that included herself, Hera had to cling to that hope.

The Republic became a rush of activity following Ezra’s return, full of meetings, planning, organizing scouts to Dathomir, and finding some semblance of an old normal in having a tangible enemy once more.

The nightmares came after the relief of the first night, after Hera had introduced Ezra and Jacen, and had been granted the relief of watching her family finally form this last, gaping connection. She hadn’t been able to know Ezra when he was Jacen’s age, but seeing the two talk, and Ezra not so subtly passing a lightsaber to the boy; she knew that their similarities had been a strong point in her life to keeping together through it all.

Falling back into habits from the Rebellion was easy, without Kanan, and without Ahsoka around, she found days slipping past without sleep, forcing herself to make time to play with Jacen, to walk around with Ezra and talk about anything but the upcoming war, and to avoid the dreams of heat on her face and a Jedi’s force pressing her back into the Ghost.

It was on the fifth day of sluggish work, restless naps at her desk, and dozing even while she was watching Ezra and Jacen playing, that she finally found sleep; Head lolled back onto the couch with the sound of Ezra telling Jacen a story and Chopper’s insistent beeps about how the Jedi must have messed something up, that eased her off to a blissfully calm dream.

Weight dropped into her side; The engines were blown, the durasteel siding of the speeder was crushing into her side, flames licking away paint and at the arms of her jumpsuit, she needed to get- Small arms wrapped around her middle as Jacen snuggled into her, getting comfortable as Ezra’s head dropped onto her shoulder. “I’m up, I’m up-” She promised, voice thick with sleep as she rubbed her eyes with one hand, carding her fingers through Jacen’s hair while a yawn split her lips.

“And I’m Jabba the Hutt,” Ezra replied sarcastically, a smile on his lips as he shook his head, pressing his weight back so Hera couldn’t try to get up.

“Is it working?” Jacen whispered to Ezra as Hera tiredly slinked back into the couch, fingers scraping gently against her son’s scalp as her eyes dropped closed again.

“Shhh,” Ezra put a finger to his lips, though he smiled at the young force sensitive as his eyes flickered to the Twi’lek.

“I’m being ganged up on, huh?” Hera grumbled to the ceiling as her hand fell to Jacen’s back, tugging him closer as he snuggled closer.

“Mom, shh, you’re s’posed to be sleeping,” “Mmm, Thank you, Commander, I’ll get on it,”

The next time Hera’s eyes blinked open, she was curled up on her side on the couch, a blanket tucked carefully over her and a pillow settled under her head. Artificial light flooded in from the kitchen in the quarters, allowing the woman to catch a glimpse of a golden droid and the back of Ezra’s head.

“We have hope,” Ezra was saying to someone further in the kitchen as his arms crossed his chest. “That’s enough to defeat Thrawn,”

“Thank you, Ezra Bridger,” Leia’s voice was soft, toned down for the sleeping woman in the living room. “It is good to have you back, your experience with Thrawn will be invaluable… but Hera’s needed it too,” The Twi’lek started to sit up, blanket rustling as she forced her body to move. “Our galaxy had a severe Jabba shortage, lately, it seems,”

A quiet laugh was shared between the two rebels, though the view was blocked out as another yawn and a sight came from the General as she stretched; When her eyes reopened, a golden head and glowing eyes startled her. “Good morning, General Syndulla;” Threepeio started, drawing the attention of the others in the apartment.

Jacen ran out of the kitchen with the remains of an ice pop sticking to his cheek, throwing himself into Hera’s arms happily. “Mission completed, General Mom!” He started, giggling as Hera chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

“I always get the job done, Commander,” The woman promised, offering a mock salute when he pulled back.

“Oh this is true, you know,” Ezra started with a smile, “unless-”

“Don’t you dare, young man.”

“Unless a Jedi is involved, it seems, then you go and create your own orders?” Leia poked her head through the doorway, a spatula in her hand as she rested her other hand on her hip.

“Listen,”

“Ah, nope, no work talk till everyone eats!” Jacen interjected, rushing past Leia and snatching the spatula from her hand before disappearing into the kitchen. Chopper beeped dangerously from further inside, which in turn had Ezra rushing back in to stop the boys from setting anything on fire.

“When this ship goes down, I just know it’s going to be because of them,” Leia shook her head as she moved to join Hera on the couch, sinking into a cushion and shoving the blanket aside.

“It… runs in the family,” Hera said sheepishly, enunciated by Choppers whirring and bionic laughter.

“Tell me about it,”

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dailydragon08 · 2 years

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At Ease

Pairing: Luke Skywalker x F!Jedi!Reader Warnings: none, just fluff and Luke being an awkward lil bean who thought he’d be better at talking to pretty girls after becoming a Jedi Knight, but he’s not. A/N: "Remnants" is a series of Luke Skywalker x F!Jedi!Reader one shots in no particular order about the budding relationship between you and Luke as he trains you in the ways of the Force. Reader has long, naturally curly hair in this one (because I'm just feeling self-indulgent). Summary: Luke has a little trouble functioning after seeing you fully relaxed with your natural, curly hair for the first time. Read here on AO3

Luke sighed as he held C3PO’s detached foot in his hand. The droids had joined Leia and Han on an afternoon walk around Endor that was now possible six months post-battle. The Empire was becoming more scattered and unorganized by the day, but their work was far from finished, especially with Leia and the other diplomats beginning to plan how the New Republic would function. But still, they were starting to get more free time than they had previously.

“I’m so sorry, Master Luke!” 3PO cried in dismay from the table. “R2 pushed me over a log and my foot got stuck.”

R2 whistled in protest next to Luke, who sat at a table in the mess with his tools, attempting to put the droid back together.

“Oh, you did too, you insolent—”

“Calm down, 3PO, we’ll get you fixed up.” Luke turned to his sister and shook his head in amusement as she withheld her laugh from where she stood behind him. “Where’s Han?”

“He went off with Chewie and Lando somewhere,” his sister replied. “Something about maintenance on the Falcon. I tried to listen, but someone was very distraught.”

“Oh, yes,” 3PO said, “as you should be, R2!”

R2 beeped and shook slightly.

“They mean me?!”

“What happened?” a familiar voice asked just as Luke began lining up the droid’s foot and leg to re-bolt it.

“Hi, Y/N,” he heard his sister say behind him. He wished he could turn to give you a smile, but 3PO’s foot was being more stubborn than anticipated. He’d been training you as a Jedi for about four months now and the two of you were becoming fast friends. He enjoyed getting to know you and wasn’t sure how you had time for sleep with Jedi training and still helping at your old job in med bay. “3PO tripped and lost his foot.”

“I was pushed!”

“Oh boy,” you laughed behind him. “Hi, Luke.”

“Hey, Y/N. Sorry, I’m having to concentrate here.”

“Oh, it’s all good. I just wanted to ask—”

“Wait, is that your natural hair?” Leia asked in surprise.

“Oh—um, yeah. I just usually have it up when I’m working, but had a bit of a headache today and had some free time, so…” You trailed off, but Luke smiled at the vivid picture of your usual shrug.

“It’s gorgeous!”

“Oh, thanks,” you laughed nervously.

Curious, Luke paused in his work and turned to you only to do a double take at the natural, bouncy curls that fell down your shoulder and back. He had no idea your hair was curly—come to think of it, he’d never even seen it out of its usual updo. He felt his mouth open in a small “o” of its own accord but couldn’t seem to shut it.

Not that he’d ever thought you unattractive—far from it—but he almost hadn’t realized how attractive you were until now. He’d never had time to think about it before, with the remaining Imperials to deal with, mourning his father, and training you (not that you needed much; you were already proficient in the ways of the Force thanks to secret practice from the last few years). But now that he looked at you—really looked at you—he could see why many of the Resistance pilots practically drooled when you walked by.

Oh, he thought to himself, continuing to screw 3PO’s foot on while not paying a lick of attention. Oh no.

You met his eyes several times as you continued to talk with Leia, your conversation completely lost to him. You began to fidget with your clothes before turning to see what Leia was pointing at. With her other hand, his sister reached over and gently closed his mouth with her forefinger. Luke snapped back to reality and turned back to the droid in front of him, screwing the last bolt in place.

“Um,” he cleared his throat, “t-there you go, 3PO.”

“Oh, um…” the droid paused. “Master Luke, I hate to embarrass you, but my foot appears to be on backward.”

Luke thanked whoever was listening that he had his back to you as he felt the heat crawl up his neck onto his face. As hard as she tried, he could hear Leia fail to stifle her laugh behind him as you quietly asked her if he was okay.

“He’s fine, he just was apparently a bit distracted.”

“Oh, should I go?” you asked, completely oblivious to your effect on him.

“No!” Luke answered a little too quickly, turning to look at you and laughing nervously. Realizing his face was probably still red, he whipped back around, not expecting 3PO to have leaned forward to inspect his foot. He smacked his head against the droid’s with a hollow thunk, biting back a curse as he brought a hand to his throbbing head. “Noooo,” Luke groaned. “You can stay…ugh…”

Leia was now laughing so hard, he could see her double over in his peripheral vision. He turned to throw her a glare, but now you were also trying to hold back a laugh.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry!” 3PO said. “Are you all right?”

R2 let out a series of beeps that sounded suspiciously like a laugh before whistling at his companion.

“Um, yes, I think that would be a good idea. Master Luke, R2 has suggested perhaps he completes the repair?”

Still holding his head, Luke slowly slid down the bench to give the astromech room to work. “Uh-huh, yep. Go ahead.”

A hand on his shoulder made him look up to see you looking down at him, amused but still concerned. “Do you want ice?”

“I’ll go get it,” Leia replied before he could respond and left suspiciously quickly.

His attention returned to you as you gently moved his hand out of the way. “I’m fine, I promise. Just a little…uh…”

“Distracted?” you teased, a smile threatening your lips.

He chuckled. “Uh, yeah, I guess…”

“You don’t feel concussed, do you?”

“I promise, I’m fine. I don’t need doctor mode Y/N, but thank you,” he said with a smile, grabbing your hand to move it away from his head.

“You sure?”

Your E/C eyes bored into his, filled with genuine concern and for a moment, he couldn’t help but stare. He’d never really admired the color before, but they were striking. Especially framed with your curls, it made his stomach do somersaults and he could only give a quiet “yeah” in response.

You nodded, looking over his face just as intensely before clearing your throat. “Um…Luke?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I…have my hand back?”

He blinked, realizing he was not only still holding your hand, but gently rubbing back and forth with his thumb. “Oh! Yeah, sorry, sorry.”

You smiled and Luke felt his heart sink unexpectedly as you were called away. “I’ll see you for training later?”

Not trusting himself to speak, Luke simply nodded, sneaking a glance at you as you walked away. Leia returned just as you left with Han in tow, snickering when she realized what her brother was staring at. She laughed and shook her head as she gently pressed the ice pack to Luke’s forehead.

“Weeellll,” Han began, “from what I heard, you sound like you’re super smooth, kid. I’m impressed. And here I thought I would have to give you some pointers.”

“You’re never gonna let me forget this, are you?” Luke groaned.

Leia and Han smiled at each other before simultaneously answering, “No.”

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mermaidxatxheart · 1 year

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Better Together Chapter Seventeen

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 4110

Warnings: if you haven't gotten it by now, violence and Poe. Bryce gets his just desserts

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Poe

He doesn’t see his surroundings. Not really. He knows there’s a chair, which Snap is sitting in, exhausted from watching him. There’s a droid station, with one droid present, glaring at him to make sure he doesn’t cause any more disruptions. And there’s a door in front of him that he’s been banned from stepping through.

He’s never hated a medical bay so much in his life. Memories flash behind his eyelids, so fast he almost can’t make sense of them. Seeing you fall to the ground, hearing himself scream your name. He can still feel the scrape of the twigs and leaves on his knees as he skidded to your side.

“Poe,” Temmin starts, but Poe hardly hears him. “She's gonna be okay,” he continues.

Your face, when you saw Poe over you, will haunt him forever. You looked at peace, so content. He chokes and sinks to his knees.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Leia come through from the area where he isn't allowed. She looks distressed and he doesn't take that as a good sign. He can already feel his heart breaking all over again. Snap stands up, coming over to hear what she has to say.

“General?” Snap prompts.

“It was close.” she exhales, closing her eyes. “Maker, it was too close,” she mumbles. “You can go see her, Poe, as long as you let her rest. She's not awake yet, but she will be in a few hours.” She waves him through the door and he bolts without a second look at his best friend.

He finds the door and takes a second outside it to calm his nerves, take a deep breath, stop his hands from shaking so much. He presses the release for the door and it hisses open. He steps through, his eyes falling on you immediately. You're pale, but, other than that, you don't look any different. He realizes that in his mind, he pictured you with sunken cheeks, looking so close to death that with one good push, you would be gone. But here in front of him, you just look like you're sleeping.

He eases into the chair next to your bed, reaching for your hand. It's cold. He squeezes it carefully, relief flooding through him as your fingers curl around his.

“Maker. Y/N.” he sighs, resting his forehead against your hand.

Light flickers into existence behind your eyelids. Burning bright and feverish warm; or maybe that’s the effects of the water still.

Something hard and unforgiving is pushing down repeatedly on your chest, feeling like it’s trying to punch through your rubs. The repeated motion forces you to cough; forces the water out of your lungs. You twist your head and neck, expelling it onto the stone floor.

Your eyes open slowly, blearily and painfully, to find two stormtroopers hovering over you. You try to think back, how many times did you almost drown in that well before it became too much? Five? Six? You’ve lost count. But why would they try to save you? It doesn’t make sense. It’s not as though they care about you.

Waiting until you’re done coughing and gasping, one finally speaks. “Can’t have you dying on us, yet, rebel scum. We still have plans for you.” Sunlight glints off something on his belt and you drop your gaze to see that it’s not his blaster, but instead, a set of keys.

The keys to your escape? But now how to reach them? It’s not as though you have a lot of chances to get close. He grabs your shackled wrists, yanking you to your feet. The cold metal bites into your flesh, but it’s just another pain on top of an already insurmountable mountain.

The idea strikes you as he’s hauling you to your feet. You stumble forward, maybe a little too dramatically, collapsing into the trooper. You snake the keys off his belt just as he shoves you backward. His partner forces you back into the well unceremoniously.

You land hard on your shoulder with a cry.

“Y/N!” Poe shouts. His voice echoes through the tunnels at the base.

“I’m… here.” You cough. You’re definitely not okay, but you hear him. You push yourself upright carefully, trying to keep your noises to a minimum, which isn’t difficult. The water already started refilling. Your biggest challenge right now is seeing what you’re doing.

The water rises fast, and soon is over your head. You hold your breath, determined. Fumbling with the keys, you manage to unlock your shackles. You kick off the bottom and they sink to the floor and suddenly it’s easier for you to float. You keep yourself pressed against the outer wall of the well, trying to undo your wrist shackles now. It takes you painfully long to send them to the bottom.

Maker, everything hurts. The water stings all of your open wounds. Your hands are shaking as you try to climb the wall.

The water actually helps this time, floating you up toward the grate. Treading water for that long is exhausting, but you’re so close to freedom, you can almost taste it.

As soon as you’re able to reach, you have your hands through the holes, trying to find the lock. The water is almost covering your face and you’re still scrambling around where you thought the lock was. Finally, just as the water covers your mouth and nose, your fingers latch over the lock.

You fumble to get the key in there, lungs burning as you run out of air. The key slides in and clicks open with barely a struggle.

You brace your aching legs against the wall and shove the heavy metal gate open. Your head breaches the surface and you gasp for air.

Just as you haul yourself out, breathing hard onto the floor, the water starts to drain.

No! You pull yourself over to Poe’s well.

“Poe!” You gasp.

He’s hanging barely by his fingertips. His chocolate brown eyes are staring up at you in horror. You’re gonna spend the rest of whatever forever you have trying to make this up to him.

“Hang on.” You plead. If he lets go, you’ll have to wait for the water to rise again and you might not have that much time before they come back.

“I’m slipping! Y/N, I can’t hold on.” His voice breaks and you can see his arms trembling with the effort. “You have to run, get out of here.” He pleads with you. You reach for the lock and he drops back into the water, already halfway down the well.

You look around frantically, but there’s no rope or anything. But you know where there’s a chain you could use. Back in the room where they kept you.

You close the grate to your well, locking it back up so they’ll never notice you’re not in there. You vaguely remember the way back to those nightmare rooms. The first door you open is dim, it smells of metal and oil. It takes you a second to realize that it’s the armory.

You grab two blasters, knowing Poe will want one as soon as you can get him out. Your goal, though, is to make it through and out without being noticed. The longer you go unnoticed, the better chance you have of making a clean escape.

As you pass the first room, a glinting catches your eye. You pause, looking inside. Glancing around, you decide you have a minute, and there are plenty of places to hide, so you duck inside. In a little pile on the floor is Poe’s mother’s ring. The chain must have broken during one of the many beatings.

You slip it into your pocket, promising to give it to him later, once you’re home and safe. After peeking out the door to make sure the hallway is empty, you make your way down to the room you were kept in. You gather up the length of the chain and begin to creep your way back to Poe.

“Do you think we’ll be able to kill them soon? This is getting boring. They’re not talking.” The voice comes down the hallway and you freeze.

Hide! You need to hide! Your brain is screaming at you, but your legs refuse to move.

“Doubtful. KN-1477 really enjoys inflicting pain on the girl.” They’re getting closer. Your heart is pounding. If they catch you, you’ll never escape.

Your eyes dart around, finding an open, dark doorway to your left. You dash through, pressing yourself back against the frame, making sure to stay out of sight.

The voices and footsteps carry past you and down the hallway. You wait until you can breathe again before continuing back to Poe.

The water is back up halfway. You drop the chain next to his well and lean over.

“Poe!” You hiss, looking down.

He’s treading water, not well, trying to stay close to the wall. He looks up at you. “Y/N?” He splutters.

“Hold on. I’ve got a chain.” You unlock the grate and heave it off with immense effort. If only you had Poe’s bantha burger muscles.

“Watch out.” You drop the chain down to him, twisting your end around your waist.

“Got it.” He calls and you turn on the spot, using your body to hoist him to the top. You grunt with the effort until he hauls himself over the edge. The sudden lack of tension sends you toppling backward.

Your breath gets knocked out of you, and despite knowing you don’t have time to waste, you can’t move. You’re aware of Poe laying a few feet away, breathing hard. You know he’s exhausted, too, but the hard part is just beginning.

“Poe?” You gasp, trying to roll over to reach him.

“You good?” He asks and immediately more guilt washes over you once again. He’s worried about you, even though this is all your fault.

You drag in a painful breath and push yourself up. “We need to go.” You shove the chain over to the well, pushing it over the side.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

“If it takes them longer to realize we’re gone, the longer we have to get away.” You push the grate shut and lock it, dropping the keys inside.

You stagger to your feet and turn to him. “Can you stand?” You ask, hold out your hand to him.

He slips his bigger one in it. “Let’s get out of here. Together.”

***

The silver chain usually around his neck is twisted through his fingers, tangled in a mess of chain and flesh. His cheek is smushed into his arm where he fell asleep on it hours ago. There will be a red mark spanning it when he finally does wake up. The delicate ring usually contained on the chain is on his pinky finger, just under the first knuckle.

It took him ages to fall asleep, thoughts and questions and scenarios swirling around in his mind, chaotic and turbulent as he watched you. Finally, his mind had enough and switched off, letting him rest.

BB8 chirps quietly in the corner, watching his humans. He hasn’t moved since Poe sat down, watching the struggle on his face. Humans are hard to decipher sometimes, but his humans have become so familiar to him. He registers the difference in your breathing, beeping again, trying to alert the man asleep next to you.

The soft beeping is what wakes you up. Groggy and disoriented, the only thing you're sure of is Poe’s hand in yours.

You lift your head, groaning a little as the room spins. You feel weighed down like something is sitting on your head. Poe jerks awake, blinking hard to clear his eyes.

“Y/N.” he mumbles and you smile, pushing his dark hair out of his handsome face. He captures your hand, holding it to his face and you can feel some of the tension ease out of your shoulders.

“Love you.” you rasp, feeling his lips press against your palm.

“Love you, too, crazy girl,” he says, lacing his fingers through yours. “Don't ever do that to me again,” he whispers and you squeeze his hand softly.

“Snap okay?” you mumble. It’s taking you a beat to get your mouth to unstick after sleeping for so long. It feels like years.

“He's fine. Worried about you.” he inhales deeply along your wrist. “I'll let him in to see you in a minute,” he murmurs.

You watch him, more strength coming back now. You’re more awake. There's something on his mind, you can read him like a book now. Something he needs to say or he won't be satisfied. You twist your hand in his grasp and cup his face so that he’ll look at you.

“What are you thinking?” you ask softly.

He's quiet for a long minute, eyes roaming over your face before he finally speaks. “I was actually just wondering the same thing about you. Back on that stupid planet, you could have been killed. What were you thinking?”

You lean your head back against your pillow, the effort to hold it up more draining than you realize. “I was thinking that I would do anything to keep you safe. I saw my nightmare coming true in front of me and I was willing to do anything it took to keep you in this world,” you say and he squeezes his eyes shut.

“You think I'm not willing to do the same for you?” he asks, his voice rough and thick with emotion.

“Poe, I never said that. I know you are. Even after you promised me that you wouldn't get into a fight with a stormtrooper, you did exactly that to save me. But at that moment, all I could see was you dying, and how I would have to live in a world where you didn't exist anymore. And that is a fate worse than death. I won't do it.” you tell him firmly. “If you go, I go.”

He bows his head against your leg and sighs. “So, what do we do about this predicament?” he asks and you chuckle weakly.

“Well, I guess we have to stick together forever and ever until we both go out in a fiery ball of stupidity.” you shrug, wincing slightly.

“We are better together, anyway. You think you could handle a lifetime with me?”

“I've done it so far. I seem to be the only one who can,” you smirk over at him, and he laughs. “Besides. I really like you and you make my feelings go all squishy. So, why not do this forever?”

“Best thing I've heard all day,” he whispers. He lifts your hand, turning it palm up, and places something cold in the center. A delicate ball-chain with something heavier at the end. You open your eyes to see his mother’s ring looking up at you innocently. “I'll go let Snap in to see you.” he stands up and softly presses a kiss to your forehead before turning for the door.

You admire the view of him walking away until the door hisses shut and you look at the ring in your palm.

Forever.

***

Two weeks.

That's how long you're forced to stay on bed rest. It's not so bad this time. Poe comes to see you every day. Sometimes, he'll even stay overnight, much to the med-droid’s annoyance. His mother’s ring hangs on the chain still, except it's around your neck instead of his. It's a simple gesture, but you don't need more than that. You don't feel the need to shout to the whole galaxy that you belong with him, to him; and him to you, with you.

Finally. Finally. You're free to leave the med-bay. You exit the doors to find Snap waiting for you on the other side. You tilt your head, watching his grin grow wider.

“You’re so weird, Wexley.” You mutter and he laughs, draping an arm around your shoulders and leading you through the hallways.

“I know.”

“Where are you taking me?” You ask, your hand creeping up to the delicate chain around your neck.

“To get your stuff. Poe has his room all set up, but he said he didn’t want to make assumptions about what you want.” Temmin explains.

“Oh. Right. And where is he?”

“He’s… out.” He trails off.

Your eyebrows pinch together. “On a mission?”

“Just a small one. For Leia.” He assures you. “He’ll be back in no time.” He stops in front of a storage unit and opens the door. Inside are just a few containers of all your stuff. Everything you’ve ever owned and held dear; it all fits into these little boxes.

“Did he say what he would prefer me to do?” You ask, looking up at the big guy.

“Yes. But I’m not supposed to tell you until after you’ve made your decision.” He says.

You sigh, looking back into the small room. “Can I have a minute to think?”

He chuckles, patting your shoulder. “Sure. I’ll be right outside.” He steps out of sight and you twist your fingers together.

Okay. Think this through. You basically pledged to be with him forever, he gave you his mother’s ring. That’s big, right? You want to be with him, to share his bed, to have him near you whenever possible. Why would he give you the option to have your own room away from him?

You roll your eyes. Because it’s Poe, and he’ll always give you the option. Could you do it? Could you spend your nights away from the man who is so effectively putting you back together? Do you even want to try?

You know your answer.

You poke your head back out into the hallway and smile at his best friend.

“Ready?” He asks and you nod.

“Ready.” He grabs two of the containers and you grab the other two, following him towards Poe’s room.

He sets the containers on the big bed, leaving you to get unpacked. Poe has left space for your clothes in the dresser, giving you half. You fill the drawers, turning to the last box of stuff. Your things. You set them out on the dresser, the X-Wing Poe got you, a little trinket box that can tell the weather by the temperature of the metal, the precious things you’ve collected over the years. Reminders of friends you’ve lost, and ones you’ve gained.

You stack the storage containers in the corner to deal with them later, lying down on the bed you’re going to share with Poe.

There’s a knock on the door and you get up with a small groan before going to open it. Bryce is on the other side and he doesn’t look good. His face is pale, gaunt. There are welts on his exposed arms, one creeping along his jawline. His once bright eyes are dull. He’s sick with something.

He moves to step into the room and you hold up your hand to stop him, careful not to touch him. “Y/N,” he starts, his voice weak and defeated. “I’m sorry.” He says. You believe him, probably. Or maybe you just don’t care anymore.

There’s a wrench stuck in a boot by the door and you pick it up. He flinches and you smile to yourself, although you have no intention of hitting him this time.

“Back out to the light.” You tell him and he does, giving you space to follow.

You lift the wrench slowly, letting him track your movements. You slowly place the wrench head against his chin, making him turn towards the light. The welt isn’t just a welt. There are little white dots inside the raw, red flesh. The place where you have the wrench turns white under the light pressure. You lower the tool to his wrist, bringing it up closer for your inspection.

“How long have you had the fever?” You ask, taking a step back.

“I started feeling sick around the time you clocked me with the wrench in the hangar.” He admits.

“Did you sleep with anyone while you were off-planet finding me a surgeon?”

“I-that’s not… what does it matter?” He snaps, but there’s no real fight in it.

“Have you slept with anyone since you’ve been back? I assume Nya. Are there others?”

“Why?”

“Any problems going to the bathroom?”

“How did you know that?” He snaps.

You try desperately not to smile. You would never openly wish such a horrible disease on someone, but since he brought it on himself, you can enjoy it a little bit. “Come on. Let’s get you to medical. And I’m gonna need a list of names of the people you’ve been in close contact with.”

“How close?” He frowns, following you down the hallway.

“Sexually, in their bed. Shared a towel with.” You shrug. “Hopefully they haven’t gone spreading it around.”

“What is it?” He pleads.

“The King’s Eye. STD. Little parasites that get transferred during sex usually. They worm their way through the skin in your nethers and travel through the blood and tissues. It’s named as such because of some King or other a long time ago. Those little white pustules, the deep welts, the loss of bladder control.” You make sure to stay ahead of him so he can’t see your grin.

“Am I gonna die?” He asks.

You tilt your head, considering the question, maybe drawing it out longer than you need to to make him suffer. “Probably not.”

You turn the corner and push open the door to medical, standing well out of his way. He’s going to have to be shaved completely, hosed down fully twice a day with special medicated soap. He’ll have to wear a diaper for a few weeks until it clears up.

You’re practically giddy. The droids start taking his clothes and you get the names from him. On the central desk is a paging system that transmits throughout the whole complex. You say the five names he’s given you, requesting them to come to medical.

Hopefully it won’t turn into a whole base-wide pandemic. That’s the last thing the resistance needs. But watching Bryce and Nya be humiliated like this, that’s okay with you.

You wave to him as you head for the door.

“You could enjoy this a little less.” He shouts.

“Probably, but why would I?” You laugh and head for the mess hall, following your nose.

You grab something small, feeling lighter than you have in days, and find your friends sitting at a table. You claim the seat between Beaumont and Snap, propping your feet up on the seat across from you.

Beau squeezes your shoulder and you hold his gaze for a moment.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you in my room before. You were trying to help.”

He smiles widely. “Does that mean you need me?”

“Always.” You turn to Snap. “So, when will Poe be back?” You ask. “He didn’t say anything to me about a mission. I thought we were still on leave.”

“You are. But he’s just running an errand for Leia, really. An old friend got word to her that he has a map to where her brother is. Skywalker apparently decided to pull a disappearing act.”

“Oh. Alright then. Seems easy enough. Who’d he take with him? Jess?”

There’s a pause where he shares a guilty look with Beau on your other side. “BB8.” He says quietly.

“Just his droid.” You state flatly.

“You said it yourself, it’s an easy mission.” Beau reasons.

“So was the scouting mission we went on. Look how that turned out.” You huff. “I need to go to the lab, distract myself with cataloging those plants.” You rub your forehead and the tension around you mounts.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that.” Snap says awkwardly.

“And why is that?”

“Well, some of the guys were assigned to work on them while you were in medical. And it turns out they give off a pollen that induces paranoia. So, we burned them.” He gives you a tense thumbs-up and you stare at him.

“What?”

“Yeah. So, good news, you’re not going crazy.” Beau chimes in.

“But Poe didn’t feel anything I was feeling-he wasn’t paranoid and he was around them.” You frown. This doesn’t make any sense.

“It gets absorbed through the skin. Dameron never touched them, so he wouldn’t have experienced it.”

“Oh.”

“But if you’re looking for something to distract you, you can help us in the hangar.” Snap suggests.

“Fine.”

Chapter Eighteen

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