#daddy vader is tired

[yorkieporkie]

May the forth be with you all

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#my art #anakin skywalker #darth vader #luke skywalker #dad vader #luke and vader #daddy vader is tired #baby Luke is also tired #may the fourth be with you #thank you for being so patient #I appreciate you all #Star wars

[littlebabyyd0ll]

KINKTOBER DAY TWO, SUBDROP

Dom!Steve x Sub!reader

Her beauty, her sadness. A sweet angel girl who puts her boyfriend first, and let’s her little head get all fuddled. It’s a good thing Steve knows you like the back of his hand.

Warnings: p in v smut! not very vivid descriptions. Subdrop, daddy kink. Reader is just tired and lets herself get into a scene when she should j rest. Soft!Dom!Steve. use of 'dada' in subspace.

18+! enjoy!

Main Masterlist ! Kinktober 2023

It’s normal for you to cry during sex. During anything, really. Steve’s used to your glimmering eyes and trembling pout, the little whimpers that leave your lips. He’s always called you his little crybaby, used to wiping the tears away from under your eyes and kissing your tear-stained cheeks better. Sweet little you, so innocent and purehearted, even the littlest of things set you off. That one time you saw Dustin stand on a spider, when Darth Vader died (‘He’s literally the bad guy, baby.’ “so!’), when your food was too hot and burnt your tongue. Some people would have surely found your sensitive soul irritating, but it was one of the things Steve loved most about you. That, and his chest swelled at the thought of being your saviour from the tears. 

But these tears, these were different. 

It had started the same, a little wail when his finger circled your puffy little clit, a trickle of saltine tears falling down your cheeks. He’d cooed and mocked your sweet little pout, just as he normally would. But the tears got worse when he flipped you onto your front and pushed inside of you. You’d given a sob as he pushed his cock inside of your dripping hole. Again, it wasn't unlike you to cry and whimper at the burn of the stretch. That’s why Steve hadn't thought much of your little sobs at first.

They just kept on coming. With every thrust, every time the front of his thighs slapped against the back of yours, you let out a pitiful cry. Your head stays flat against the ruffled mattress, tears collecting a puddle beneath you. Normally, in a position like this, you try your hardest to sit up against him, to be closer to him, to kiss his lips. Yet, you're as still as anything, hands bunched up besides you. 

Steve allows his thrusts into you to slow, pushes the thoughts of his own pleasure aside to run a hand soothingly down your arched back. 

“Where are you baby, huh? You with daddy?” He asks patiently, thumb running slowly across your warm skin. He’s too good for you, and your mushed up mind can’t handle it

you shake your head with a sob, one that wracks your chest and breaks his heart. “‘m gone, daddy.” And then the river flows, sobs wracking your little form as Steve eases himself out of you. He gives a gentle hush as he pulls you up by your underarms. You instantly cower into him, naked and shaking. 

“Hey, shh. You're okay, sweet girl. You're so good, you know that?” He tucks your head underneath his chin. Massive hands run up and down your arms soothingly. “My best girl, using your words. So proud of you, baby”

“Dada.” It’s how he knows you're so gone, so lost in confusing thoughts and just being so much smaller than him that you cant even get the right words out – you only ever call him this when youre so far deep in subdrop. 

“Daddy’s got you, daddy’s here, baby.”

“‘M sorry.” His heart aches, because you think that he’s mad at you. You think that he’s angry that your tears got in the way of sex.  He’s not, never would be. “‘M so sorry, dada.”

“Nothing to be sorry about, angel.” He kisses at your hairline. “‘M so glad you told me. Such a good girl. My good little girl. What’s got you all in your head, huh?” 

You whine, pushing your face further into his naked chest. 

“You’re okay. You can talk to daddy, brave girl. It’s only words.” It’s then that you realise that he’s rocking you both gently, helping you in your heady, little-like headspace. He’s warm, hes so warm, just like he always is. It grounds you, makes you want to dive into his skin where its safe, where you know he’ll watch over you and care for you forever. 

The words come out muffled when you finally speak them, pushed against him and mumbled. “So tired, dada. J-Just wanted to be good for you, wanna be a good girl. Wanted you to,” A choked sob leaves your lips, “f-feel good!.”

Steve huffs through his nose, arms wrapping harder around you and he pulls you close, holds you to him like a vice. His precious angel, putting him and his pleasure first even when it gets you like this. He hates that you let yourself get to this point without telling him, hates that he didn't notice beforehand. 

“I’m so sorry, sweet girl. Daddy’s sorry that he didn’t notice how tired you are. Bet you feel all foggy and confused, yeah?” You nod vehemently, sniffling slightly. It feels better to have the words out, to have Steve know. “Thank you for telling me, sweetheart. My beautiful girl. Too good to me.” You shuffle slightly, lifting your head to look at him. “There’s my girl.”

God, he’s beautiful. Handsome enough to have you forgetting all about your sticky tears and shaking limbs. His hair’s a mess and his cheeks are flushed. Steve’s golden brown eyes are focused on you, on only you, and they penetrate into the depths of your heart. You know he cares, know that he ;oves you, know that he would put you before anything else. 

You’re the luckiest girl alive. 

“Can daddy give you a little kiss, baby? Just a little kiss ‘n we’ll go get you cleaned up.”

The nod you give is small, but the twitch upwards in your lip gives his heart the pulse back to life that he needs. Gives him hope that all this will blow over, and his sweet little crybaby will be back soon.

#<3 steve harrington #Dom!Steve Harrington #daddy!Steve Harrington #steve harrington #Steve Harrington smut #Steve Harrington fluff #Steve Harrington angst #kinktober 2023 #abby’s kinktober ! #stranger things fluff #stranger things fanfic #stranger things #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington x you

[talesfrommedinastation]

Redneck Doug watches 'The Bad Batch: A Different Approach'

Believe it or not, this episode started the first real argument between Doug and I!

Hope y'all enjoy it.

CW: Language and Doug is surprisingly critical of fat folks, despite the fact that he's from one of the least healthy states in the USA, has a massive beer gut, and can put away a whole rack of ribs and multiple barbeque fixin's in one sitting. I've seen it in person, folks. We were snipping at each other over fatphobia, glass houses, and the merits of The Treasure State after this.

I might have sacrificed my invitation to his St Patrick's Day party as a result. Oh well.

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Episode 4: “Adventures in Space Montana” 

(image from @ladyzirkonia)

And we’re starting off with Little Orphan Blondie behind the wheel of a stolen vehicle because the girl is every inch her hillbilly brothers family.

Why is the plane on fire? Does this end like Alive? I thought ships couldn’t burn in space, I mean, I studied engineering, worked in oil, girl I remember Event Horizon.

Whelp, they crashed in a cold-ass field with some pointy mountains behind them. Clearly Montana. Maybe there’s a national park nearby and they can go hiking.

Aw, no, Mutant Jimmers is stuck behind Daddy Warcrimes’s seat! Let the ol girl out before she pees all over the spare tire!

Did they bring their guns? Hope they did. This is Montana, the Texas of the north, except you can’t find the bodies anywhere. If I was gonna go and murder someone, I’d pick Montana after Alaska.  

(Pictured: Omega and Crosshair are somewhere in this picture)

A sketchy cold-ass town where everyone’s gambling, there’s too much military trash wandering around and you see your breath even inside the bar? Yup, definitely Montana. 

(“Montana is not like that! I’ve been there multiple times! I almost went to grad school at UM and the kayaking, skiing, hiking, and breweries are amazing!” - Me, defending a state I have never lived in

“Yeah, but have you been to Butte? Thought I was gonna go get eaten by the locals there.” - Doug

::proceed to bicker and fight via texts about the many merits and demerits of the Big Sky State::)

Aw yeah, Daddy Warcrimes and Little Orphan Blondie got new clothes. Smart man, covering his face, Daddy Warcrimes. He totally looks like me when I gotta rake the lawn in November. I like that sweater, think they’ll sell them at Disneyland? 

And they’re back to gambling. See! I told you this was Montana! They even have a gun rack!

Look at Little Orphan Blondie taking down fools with some cards! I bet Ryan-from-Accounting is smiling watching from Heaven or wherever he’s fighting the Space Balrog to come back as Space Gandalf. 

Oh who is this fat fuck. Lord a mercy, is he the one fat imperial we have ever seen? Man I tell you what I bet he’s too hefty to ride in an AT-AT and that’s why they sent him to Space Montana, thinking the hiking and eating venison and berries will slim that brother up.

Maybe Vader will force him to run while carrying Palpatine like we did to other recruits in the Navy. 

Nope, he’s gambling with a little girl in a bar, because the Empire just can’t follow rules now can it. That don’t make any sense. I’m with you, Daddy Warcrimes, giving that sour puss to everyone. I would too. 

And now Officer Fat Fuck is gone done taking money from a child who beat him fair and square. Yup, he works for the government, all right. I bet he manages the Empire’s DMV.

Creepy little street boy wants some cash to tell them where they took Mutant Jimmers. I don’t blame the boy, it looks like no one wants to buy his shitty watermelon and he ain’t got a face.

Why in the hell are there so many animals in crates and shit here? They starting a zoo or something? Is it all to feed Officer Fat Fuck? I need info on this. 

Shit yeah, fire them guns, Daddy Warcrimes! It’s your time to shine, big boy!

Oh yeah they freed Mutant Jimmers! And everybody else. Oh man, is that a kraken? Whelp, its dinner tonight is Officer Fat Fuck. Good on ya, kraken, you may be named after the world’s worst hockey team but ain’t bad all the time now. 

(pictured: they keep losing games but hey they at least eat imperial officers?)

Gotta fry some dumb Imperial while you’re leaving, of course. Why they wearing them goggles when they got helmets on? Shit, real dumb. Don’t like the Inspector Gadget trench coats either, those can get caught real quick in a door and that’s how you get shot and all. 

Ah yeah, they saved their cash, grabbed a ship, and they’re off to the moon! There they go! 

DADDY RAMBO LITTLE ORPHAN BLONDIE JULIO AND DADDY WARCRIMES ALL BACK TOGETHER! OH MY LORD MEAT MUFFIN I AIN’T EXPECTING THIS THIS EARLY! WOW! 

(image from @dreamswithghosts)

And Mutant Jimmers is with them too. It’s a good day on the moon! 

Tagging Doug's fans of course: @skellymom @cdblake1565 @megmca @sued134 @eyecandyeoz @amalthiaph @yeehawgeek @eelfuneral @thecoffeelorian @lightwise @archivistofnerddom @askyourfox @heavenseed76 @totallyunidentified

#tbb #cloneforce99 #thebadbatch #the bad batch #redneck doug #doug why #doug the neighbor #doug talks star wars #doug watches the bad batch #clone force 99 #tbb omega #tbb crosshair #clone trooper #star wars tv #cajun doug

[sentada]

its insane how palpatine is literlaly like a daddy dom goon master stroking his lightsaber cock and darth vader is his like butt boy samurai retainer and now hes tired of his pussy and wants to start fucking his twink son instead its too kinky i cant get over it

#i just watched the trilogy for the first time and i was screaming

[tennessoui]

FULLY agree with the daddy/clown thing. Every time I see an author put Anakin in the Top Only box because of "Vader energy" and BoTtoM aNaKIn is BoRInG I want to scream. The man is DESPERATE for a gentle Dom and yet people keep forcing him to fuck nasty when all he wants is a cuddle

(Fully on board with top anakin BTW but I believe in switch supremacy with a 60/40 in favor of bottom anakin)

i think my takeaway opinion of that post is really just what I put in the last tag I made aka something like “maybe neither of them is daddy dom maybe they’re just clowns helping put each other’s make up on”

i definitely go through phases of interest and preferences when it comes to this ship and I think if I didn’t I genuinely wouldn’t still be here after almost three years because of how my brain works with things I’m interested in and right now I’m just in a phase where I’m just. so tired. of the focus on d/s as a core and universal element of obikin. I think obi-wan in canon would be a shit gentle dom. dom in general. I think anakin would be too, and they’d both be shit subs. It’s gotten to the point where something with my brain right now is just going ❌❌ whenever I even see those words.

they can just fuck. they can fuck nasty and fuck up their relationship and even fuck up the galaxy and not have anyone be a gentle dom. or anyone be experiencing subdrop or be a needy sub or whatever. he can cuddle without it being a part of aftercare. people who are not in relationships that have a d/s dynamic cuddle too and i know that’s something we do understand but it’s not something I’ve seen a lot of lately and I genuinely miss it

#asks #but also I’m not trying to say I think you’re wrong for that or anything!! #and I know many many many people especially like the d/s with obikin dynamic because they got into the ship because of the master/padawan #which has that potential and carries a lot of those beats #I think just right now so many many many many people are into it that its over saturated for me #I see it everywhere and in everything rn on tumblr and I’m tired #genuinely at a point where I find it more ‘boring’ than bottom anakin or bottom obiwan #but it’s a phase of interest I’m sure and it’ll pass I’m also sure I’m just not the gal for d/s rn

[25centsoda]

Star Wars Fanfic - L&V Fluff

In an attempt to get his son to sleep, Vader reads him a bedtime story.

“But I’m not tired, daddy!” Luke bounced on the balls of his feet as they walked down the Grand Hall, stuffed tooka in his arms. His teeth were brushed, he’d had his bath, and he was wearing a still-warm freshly-laundered set of footed pajamas covered with little TIEs and speeders. All that was left was tucking him into bed.

Theoretically.

Vader had learned not to expect his expectations to play out when it came to his little son.

“Well, Daddy’s tired, and it’s your bedtime, so to your bed you will go, little one.”

Luke’s face turned up in a pout and he reached up for his father’s hand. Vader took it. 

“How about a story?”

His son’s face lit up. “Yes!!! Ooohhh, can we do three stories? Can we do five? Ten? ” Luke had just learned how to count to ten on his own and was perpetually eager to show off his skills.

#star wars #fanfiction #original trilogy #luke skywalker #darth vader #dad vader #toddler luke skywalker #child luke skywalker #bedtime story #fluff #emperor darth vader #the SLIGHTEST amount of angst but c'mon Darth Vader is Mr Murderbot McSadBackstory #it/its pronouns for the sailboat in the picture book #reading aloud

[frumfrumfroo]

I get tired of Zuko being brought up as the archetypal redemption arc (I get why people on the pro-redemption side do it, because he's a cultural touchstone for many people when we're kind of in dearth of villain redemptions, contrary to popular belief). But it's interesting how he lacks many of the elements I find engaging about redemption arcs, partly as a consequence of it being a children's show - Zuko can safely be redeemed because his daddy is the true baddie, so we still have the archetypal 'hero defeats villain' story; Zuko doesn't have a romance, and you can argue he's a villain protagonist in many ways, so the absolute product of his arc is kind of discrete; Azula (though apparently she was intended to be redeemed) still functions as a baddie for him to take down, so it's not like nonviolence is embedded in the narrative (which is what I personally find powerful) - and so on.

If I may add to your post, I definitely agree with you that it's a product of the current cultural/media climate, and comparisons to Zuko tend to not be productive. The anatomy of the fallout is little to do with the emotional arc or verisimilitude of the character's development, and so changing that isn't going to change anything. There are also elements like, Zuko gets to be the 'one' contrastive character who did it correctly - emotionally unbound in the story (his major redeeming relationship is with his uncle, even) - and for many people in the current discourse, from a time of childhood idealism. If I were to psychoanalyse these people, Kylo Ren, for instance, is so uncomfortable as a product of teenage narrative cynicism, maybe even worse because the Sequel Trilogy unearthed the OT. Zuko functions sort of like 'the one female character written correctly' which people bandy about to silence discussions of female character criticism or the presence of female characters, despite the fact this is an extremely limiting and antihumanistic approach (for black characters, for black female characters, for disabled characters, and so on - we want a variety). It's like how the 1:4 ratio of women to men is considered 'even'.

But I would go so far to say that why Zuko fails as a point of comparison is that many elements I view as powerful, moving, and challenging in redemption arcs are simply not there. This makes him feel safer. If Zuko is the 'limit', then you can suppress the discussion surrounding villain redemption arcs this way. Because romance isn't a feature, nonviolence isn't a conclusive feature, Azula can't be redeemed (she's truly crazy and evil), so redemption is a 'yea high' bar of disappointment. This is why I am tired of Zuko as a point of comparison bandied by the anti-redemption crowd, both because it stymies storytelling (there is no limit on what sorts of stories deserve to be told) but because it's actually kind of... not the same thing as what we're talking about. It doesn't go far enough. It barely does at all (and in anime, the villain redemptions tend to go pretty far, so what Avatar was playing off of was, well, playing it safe).

I also think it would be a different story if they had gone for Zuko/Katara with a female POV, but I don't really believe that both of those things were ever the intention. There's not really room for it in the Aang Show where the girl is a prize. But I'm not sure that many would meditate on it with such content if romance were involved at all. Hell, even now there are people who insist that Vader's redemption wasn't one at all because it commits too much - and that's why I think Zuko as an example persists.

I can't speak on the actual content because I was never in the fandom and haven't seen the show, but I'm sure you're right. I also think it's largely to do with these people having seen Zuko's arc when they were younger and it being 'grandfathered in'. As we see with some of the antis in sw fandom being totally fine with anidala or thinking Anakin is a sympathetic and tragic character, but lose their shit at the suggestion Ben is intended the same way despite being a far, far less demanding example. Even though anidala actually was an abusive relationship and reylo is not. etc.

Because they grew up with it and have already accepted the story's conclusion, they retrofit the 'good' and 'hero' labels and are thus fine with Anakin's redemption. The label is more important than any action he could take, because these people are working from an indelible label-based 'morality'. It's a form of Protagonist Centred Morality.

And I'm confident the same is true of A:TLAB.

And yes, there's also the fact that it's apparently an extremely tame and not very challenging redemption, because it's a show for little kids and thus Zuko doesn't kill anyone or do anything that violent. And again, I haven't seen it, but I get the impression he was always at least a bit sympathetic? So you never saw him as a simple and unrepentant villain. I could be wrong about that idk.

It is an extremely annoying thing that people still trot this out as the 'one acceptable redemption arc for all fiction ever', but that attitude has nothing to do with the writing of his arc or his character and everything to do with the people saying this and the circumstances under which they were exposed to him. And it's a self-fulfilling prophecy at this point because he's been given the pass, so even people coming to the show later already have permission to like him and won't respond to him the way they would otherwise.

The anti echo chamber will keep perpetuating this.

#fandom #tropes #writing

[phoeebsbuffay]

Imagine you are Anakin's daughter. It's just you and him after the fall of Republic. You are the reason why he's never made to dark side, you are his priority. Until the Empire eventually finds the two of you.

Warnings: it's an alternative universe; Y/N is his only daughter. There's drama and fluffy. This Anakin is 50% himself, 50% Vader. Lightly inspired by the early plot of “Rogue One”.

Recommendations: “Penny & Me”, Hanson. “Who Knew”, Pink.

***

Age 4.

You dream a weird dream. It’s filled with scary moments, darkness and confusion. You remember you had a twin sibling, maybe a brother, and Force seemed to push you. But you didn’t want to be pushed. You wanted to remain.

So you did. You stayed. When you breathed the pure air out of your lungs, you were washed with a sense of relief. The scenario changes, though. You see him in a volcano planet. You want to reach out of him.

“Don’t be in pain, papa! Don’t be sad!”

But you see a man wearing a dark cape and when you see closely, he’s torturing your father. It’s when you scream.

And you wake him.

Anakin was sleeping in the floor, giving the single size bed to you. Upon your screams, he’s now rushed to your side. You clung unto him and the former Jedi senses you are in hurt.

“My dear child”, he rocks you against him, his hand stroking your sandy curls that resemble his. “What’s wrong?”

You are shaking. It takes some minutes before your blue eyes reach out for his. So much like Anakin, even though there’s something about Padmé in you too.

“I had a nightmare.” You sob. As you hug him tight, Anakin soon is told what’s it about. “Please papa don’t go to the dark side. Don’t let the bad man torture you.”

He furrows his eyebrows. The Emperor somehow’s still there and he hopes Palpatine isn’t using you to reach for him. The mere idea makes Anakin angry, and you sense the disturbance in the Force. But you are too young to comprehend his deadly silent.

“Daddy?”

It’s when he softens when looking at you. He presses a kiss on top of your head.

“I promise I’m staying with you, Y/N. Daddy will never leave you, all right?” He gives you plenty of kisses over your face which makes you giggle softly, a sound ever so endearing to him. “Do you want Daddy to sleep by your side tonight?”

“Yes!” You brighten at the possibility. He’d often encourage you to sleep by yourself because you have to be brave, even though he never really leaves you. “Thank you, Papa! Tell me that story again!”

Anakin sighs as he lies down next to you, taking your little, chubby hand into his. He can feel the Force flow in you, but your innocence and purity make him forget about it. He looks down at you, and when your eyes meet, you notice his left eye is yellow all the while his right one is blue like yours.

“The story about the Knight and his Princess?” Anakin smiles a little, aware that you are always intrigued by the different colors of his eyes. It’s almost as if you know the answer for the never spoken question. “Aren’t you tired of this, my darling? Why not the race of the ETs?”

You giggle, holding your father’s hand.

“I like that story better. Makes me think about mommy.”

Anakin sighs again. Could he blame you? That is the closest memory you might have of her, his beloved wife…who sacrificed for the both of you to live. Though the truth is harder than this, caught up on Anakin’s conflict, it’s what you’ll always know.

And so he gives in to your pledges. As he tells the story, your eyes stare dreamily at the ceiling of the small bedroom of an abandoned, semi destroyed house that has been your home with dad for the last three, maybe four years. It’s all you could remember.

Little by little, your eyelashes blink a few times before you end up snoring lightly. Anakin, as promised, does not let go of you. He presses a few kisses on your forehead, his eyes a little teary.

“I love you, my princess. Daddy will never let anything bad happen to you, I swear.”

He watches you sleep with devotion. Anakin’s good side prevails every time he’s with you. And you feel it, so you sleep a lot better from that night on.

***

Age 8.

Anakin watches as you decide to climb the tree. After years of practice, he thinks he’s got a lot better in braiding your hair. It’s far from the complex styles of Padmé, but he thinks that she’d be proud of his progress.

Unaware of his thoughts, you are too busy trying not to fall. You are discovering your freedom, if yet you could call that, and begin to feel bold the higher you climb.

But is your dad watching? You want him to know how you could do that with not much of a trouble. You turn your head carefully and a smile spread over your lips when you realize he’s there still. Why’d you fear he depart? It’s something that is with you, for a strange reason.

“Daddy!” You yell at him. “Look what I can do!”

You don’t understand why every time you leave your house he hides underneath a vine long cape that keeps his identity unrecognizable. You hear him laugh at your words.

“I can see that! Please be careful, Y/N! You climbed too high!” He steps forward. You are smirking down at him. “Come, sweetheart. It’s time to come downstairs.”

“If i throw myself from here, can you catch me?” You ask him in between giggles.

Anakin doesn’t find your suggestion amusing, though.

“Where are you getting your ideas from, Y/N? I think you might be watching too much tv…”

You giggle again.

“Please, papa! You did once last week!” You remind him.

“It’s different! You actually slipped and fell, almost having me killed in the whole process.” Anakin pales just to remember how desperate he was when you slipped and fell. You’d have broken a leg had he not used the Force. Because of that, he thought wise to move to another Planet.

That was how you ended up in Taruna.

“Please, daddy! I promise I won’t slip again!” You pout.

Anakin sighs.

“I’m spoiling you too much, Y/N.” You know his impatience, but it’s true he never refuses you anything, which makes you smirk. “All right. When I say 1…2… and…3!”

You do as say and jump right into your daddy’s arms. He laughs when you do so and he spins you around. His hood eventually falls as a result.

“Daddy, why are you always wearing this hood?” You ask him after he pulls you down. Since you are not four anymore, there’s only so much a man can take. “You don’t look yourself in it.”

Anakin’s eyes linger in you. This questioning side comes from Padmé, he’s sure. But could he deny his inheritance in you? He takes you to the hills. It’s a green landscape, with few different colors to look at. The sky is orange and there are distant houses from one another that are painted grey, making difficult to discern one from the other. The river is a green-ish blue and cold, like the day he took you to splash in it because it was unbearable hot.

“It’s a complicated story. I don’t think you’d wanna know”, he tells you. “It’s not the time yet.”

You feel his trouble conscience. You don’t wanna press the matter if this means your dad would feel uncomfortable. You hug him, comprehensive. The gesture makes Anakin smile. How could he have raised the most pure thing in his world? He doesn’t think he’s worthy of your angelical love.

It’s by reading his thoughts—without knowing you are doing so—that you say:

“Daddy? I will always love you, no matter what. You’re the best dad in the world.”

Anakin cannot help but to weep silently as you embrace him. He always wanted a little princess to spoil, but the picture perfect came with Padmé. He still grieved her and the loss of your twin. Hence why he’s so overprotective to you. He’s almost convinced this could be the part of Padmé that is in you.

“And I love you, Y/nickname. You’ll always be daddy’s little girl.” He strokes your hair and after a while, he says. “Daddy just wants the best of you. I don’t know how, but you bring the best there’s in him.”

“There’s good in you, daddy. I know so without a question”, you smile at him with a spark in your eyes.

You make your father often emotional. Not only because you are a constant reminder of your mother, but your quick wit never ceases to amaze him. You also bring out the best of him even in his worst days.

There was one day you saw an Empire troop following you. He told you to run and hide but you were so worried about him. You hid behind a rock. And you watched him furiously destroy the troops.

This got you into nightmares. Anakin is worried that it is always the same thing: him surrending to the dark side only to somehow end up tortured by Sidious’s hands.

“Daddy won’t leave you.” He feels your pain, your angst, your fear. All sentiments Anakin’s been too familiar with. It’s when he realizes you have to be told about the truth of who he is, who your mother was…and how all of this impacts you.

However, all you need now is his presence and that’s what he does: he soothes your fears and presses your forehead with gentle kisses. He senses the Force in you. But because Anakin is powerful and better trained, he works to disguise your signature.

So you stay like this until both of you fall asleep.

***

Age: 12.

Your head is few inches on the floor all the while your legs are stretched against the tree. Eyes closed, you concentrate.

“This is the most atypical meditation form I’ve come across to.” Anakin laughs when he sees the unusual position you find yourself comfortable enough to mediate. You try not to give in how his laughter sounds more joyous than years before and it warms your heart.

Ever since the day you were told your father was nearly catapulted to become the major head of the Sith Lord, a decision that would have risked your mother’s life (and as result yours), you began to understand him better, to comprehend the facility with which he could flow from light to dark and vice versa.

He told him about all his life. How in the end, when he came after your mother, it was too late. She was about to die because she gave the energy left on her to save you. Obi-Wan, unfortunately, was not present—Anakin hasn’t seen him in years. All of this meant that you are special, you are his daughter and Senator Amidala’s after all. So ever since then, you asked him to train you in the arts of Jedi. Despite his fears, you successfully convinced him to.

There you are now, meditating and exercising better control of your sentiments. You are now in a green planet, a name you don’t concern yourself to know because Maker knows you are not staying there too long.

“Dad, you are making difficult when you laugh so loud”, you chuckle, opening your eyes and leaving that position so gracefully.

Anakin notes proudly how taller you have become and will grow just as tall. Your chubby face is no more and you seem to become a little more serious. Adolescents.

He does not wish to acknowledge that. It frustrates him just to consider it. But Anakin also fears that you might rebel against him eventually—he knows you wish to settle down permanently and make friends despite your good, comprehensive nature.

That day, you are wearing two buns your dad braided for you. You appreciate when he came with ideas to your hair. It’s something that always made special the bond you have with him. You are also wearing white, a funny contrast to the dark robes your father is always wearing.

“I did not know I had the power to ruin your meditation, sweetheart”, Anakin laughs quietly. Your manners remind him of Padmé. Always do. “You are doing great. Better than me at your age. My Master would say I was always giving him headache.”

It’s your turn to laugh. Your eyes, always so vivid, spark again.

“I want to hear more stories about you and your Master, dad!”

Sometimes I miss when you called me daddy. Ugh. Anakin detests how he’s so emotional and strongly attached to you. But he’s always put you as his top priority of his life. When you smile, acknowledging it, all of the darkness in him dissipates.

As the two of you begin to pace around the orange fields, Anakin tells you the days where he was seen as a reckless Jedi. The adventures, the missions…

“Once I turned the communicator off because my Master was saying “may I tell you that this wasn’t not your mission..?” And I said: “Yes” and decided I’d have none of his bullshit.” He and you share a laughter, a sound full of joy.

It feels like the world is just made for you, but peace as you know is about to change… Even Anakin is aware that the two of you could not escape the Empire’s tentacles for good.

However, to his surprise the first to find the two of you is not a Sith Lord, but rather Anakin’s own master: Obi-Wan Kenobi.

***

Age: 14.

“Y/N, you have to keep your mind in check. Pretend your father is not here. You don’t need to impress anyone”, Obi-Wan is telling you. “Breathe in… Oh! You did a fantastic job, Anakin. Y/N, you managed to levitate that heavy rock!”

You open your eyes and could not believe in what you see: a great rock that for centuries stood in the river’s path is finally set away, leaving the water flow the course without obstacles. The first thing you do is search your father’s eyes and when seeing approval in his, your blush paints your cheeks delightedly so.

Obi-Wan Kenobi, the legendary Master of Jedi, had somehow survived the Order 66. He thought he had lost Anakin for the Sith—you soon learned they fought each other—and was concerned in trying to save Padmé when he fell in a trap elaborated by the Dark Forces. Although he sensed there was a good in Anakin, and how he eventually found out that not only he survived but you as well, it took him years before he came to you two.

“My priority”, you overhear your dad say in one night when he thinks you are asleep, “is my daughter, Obi-Wan. You should know that. I do not wish to have anything to do with what remained of the Order or the Empire. I’m sick of these two, in all honesty.”

Obi-Wan sighs. He knows how Anakin is. He’s seen how attached he is to his only daughter, forming with you such a strong bond that is, in fact, admirable. But the Rebels, as ironic as that might sound, need him, the chosen one.

“I think only you can defeat Darth Sidious. You nearly did that night, when you came to your senses. That you have escaped his control is admirable and tells how much you’ve matured and how strong you’ve become, Anakin.”

“You flatter me, Ben.” Anakin sounds tired, but you detect a hint of unhappiness in his voice. “Nonetheless, I failed. I failed you, I failed her.”

Obi-Wan presses a hand over his shoulder.

“You did not. By not giving yourself to darkness you made us proud. You never failed neither of us.” He then adds. “Your daughter is blindly devoted to you. That tells me what a great character you are.”

Anakin sniffs a little.

“All I want her is to be happy. And live in a better world where she can be free to be whoever she wants to be.”

“You can provide her that… you know how.”

But you want to protest. You want to tell Obi-Wan that you don’t want your dad exposed to danger. It reminds you of the nightmares you had every now and then as a child…as well as in the beginning of your adolescence. However you end up sleeping before you know it.

*

The next day you are awake by your father with urgency.

“Y/N, Y/N! You have to be up! Go with Obi-Wan, he’s taking you to a better place.”

“What’s going on?” You ask him, confuse.

Anakin hesitates. But when looking at your deep blue eyes and noticing how your cheeks, lips and forehead are every bit your mother’s as well your tendency to always opt for diplomacy, he cannot look away the fact you are becoming a woman as much as this pains him.

“Count Dooku’s army has landed. He’s your father’s old enemy. I need to fight him.”

“Let me help you”, you say it anxiously. “Dad, what if he takes you to the old bad man?”

Anakin understands your fears more than you’d say. In fact, although there are a lot more words you’d like to express—but as an adolescent, you struggle with ability to verbalize what’s in your heart; it used to be so easy as a kid to do so but now…—but your dad knows all that remains unspoken.

He strokes your cheek. There’s so much love in his eyes that you begin to cry.

“I have all figured it out. Obi-Wan is going to look after you. Hey, hey. Don’t cry.” He lifts your chin so you look into his eyes. “I’ve done all that is in my power to protect you. We will meet again, my daughter. You’re not going to lose me. I swear.”

“I love you”, it comes out as a sob. You should be better composed, but care little to that now. “Never forget that. I love you, daddy.”

Anakin blinks away his tears.

“I love you too, Y/nickname.”

Obi-Wan, as emotional as he is, knows it’s time. Carefully, the three of you part. Anakin, to become Lord Vader; Kenobi, to become a fugitive and you, the leader of the rebels.

So you flee.

***

Age 17.

You finally reach Dagobah with Obi-Wan by your side. The now grey haired older man has been your master in these last years, always reinforcing your training for a future that’s still developing ahead of the two of you. He looks tired, much to your dismay. Hence why you decide to pilot the ship there.

Was there really another choice?

“What do you think you are doing, Y/N?” Obi-Wan asks you the moment you land in what he judged as a very weird planet to land on. “We have few informations regarding this region. We barely know if it’s a rebel basis. You are risking our lives.”

“I know I might incur in making a severe mistake”, you tell him. “But I have a good feeling about this.”

“You Skywalkers are always giving me headaches”, he muttered.

“Don’t be so cranky, old Kenobi”, you tell him in a strange good mood. “Come now.”

In these past three years, not only you got yourself stronger, but the prosecution you were under the Empire also worsened. And the news about your father disappointed you. He was not meant to join Palpatine, but rather destroy him! Yet, deep down you know that he’s doing so by protecting you. All the while this saddens you, it also fuels your urge to destroy the Emperor.

Whatever it takes.

“We need some rest.” You tell Obi-Wan, but you are reckless. “Stay here whilst I’ll check the surroundings.”

“Please be careful, Y/N. Recklessness is only a way to find us trouble when we don’t need one”, he tells you.

Though worried you are about his exhaustion, you do need to stretch your legs and ensure there’s other supplies for you both.

“I promise I’ll be prudent”, you assure him.

Where is this good energy coming from? You don’t know. But it somewhat leads you deep into the woods and it feels as if the mist protects you. It’s when out of sudden you bump into someone and you feel alarmed right away. You pull your green saber and prepare for a battle.

But the one you bump into is someone who inspires you a familiar energy even though you have no idea who this is.

“Peace, Padawan. I come in peace”, the female says. “Is Obi-Wan Kenobi with you?”

“Who are you?” You are slightly nervous about this encounter. Though you came across some rebels and soldiers of the empire in the last years, you don’t feel a hundred percent secure about your powers.

The mist disappears and you see this lady with friendly eyes and tentacles in her head. She smiles at you because she knows who you are. She feels it.

“I’m Ahsoka Tano. Obi-Wan knows me. Would you take me to him if you may?”

“Of course.” You say it before you think. She inspires you sympathy. “Ahsoka, I think the Force brought me to you. Are you a Jedi?”

She’s analyzing you. As you speak, she does not take long before knowing who you are, who your parents…were.

“I was a Jedi a long time ago”, the older woman says. “But I don’t belong to this world anymore.”

As you ponder her words, you say nothing. She senses suspicious in you, so as you walk back to the cave, it takes a while to get to know you better.

“Who’s been training you? And by what purpose?”

“Obi-Wan”, you tell her. “I am convinced I am defeating the Emperor. It’s my mission.”

She furrows her eyebrows.

“Such a hard task for someone so young. Is it what you want, Y/N?”

“Yes. I…” You hesitate. She knows what’s to be said before words leave your brain to reach your tongue. “I want to bring my dad back. I know there’s good in him.”

Ahsoka does not say nothing, plunged by sadness. When detecting on her, you come to realize one thing.

“You know my father, don’t you? Now I remember he once told me about you. Ahsoka Tano, his Padawan.”

She’s surprised by this. News that she’s not expecting to hear. It’s when you tell her about everything that happened the day Anakin confronted Sidious and came for you.

By the time you reach Obi-Wan, he looks far more exhausted than you had left him. Ahsoka comprehends why she’s brought to you. But even she hesitates.

“Master Kenobi, I wasn’t expecting this encounter would be this last.”

You are too baffled to say anything. Obi-Wan looks at you kindly.

“Your training is to end soon, Y/N. I will never leave you. Remember, good always prevail over the bad if you remember to turn the light on amidst darkness.”

An advice that you’d never forget. It’s when he disappears right before your eyes. You barely have time to say something!

“I know you are overwhelmed, Y/N. But I promise you, this will pass. It always does.”

Does it? You never feel so alone as you are now. What if you are unable to save your father? What then?

***

Age 18.

“The time has come.” You land in the Death Star. You have been leading a good range of men, fighting the pilots who served the Emperor and destroying them all.

It’s funny how you surprise your fellow rebels—because that’s who you are now—by proving a great pilot. A true Skywalker is what you are. In the business that led you to present events, you ended up crossing the path of this rogue man named Han Solo.

“You think you are taking my ship, aren’t you? I saw how you bet yesterday”, you told him bluntly so. “Don’t underestimate me, young lad.”

It started as rivals until your new Master Ahsoka said:

“He actually finds you cute.”

You scoffed at it.

“He’s an idiot.”

“You have your father’s temper”, she laughed at it. “Is Solo that bad, uh?”

“I thought Jedis could not form attachments”, you reminded her.

“We are not exactly Jedis, my dear. The Order as we know has ceased to exist long time ago.”

Your silence was the response that brought Ahsoka’s an amusing grin.

But even so, forced by circumstances as you were to join forces with Solo, there was little time to think about harboring romantic sentiments for a boy like him. Often used to loneliness, you wouldn’t know how to deal with that.

“Sometimes the best defense is the attack”, Ahsoka told you when sensing your conflicts. “Don’t run from your sentiments, Y/N. They are what they make you.”

Yet, even so battles came and you and Solo followed different paths. Until, before you met your father, he came after you.

“Uh, Skywalker… I wanted to congratulate you for your success in battles.” He hesitated. You know there is more, so you wait. When seeing a smile encouraging him to speak, Solo smiled. “Be careful when facing the Sith tomorrow. I wish I was there with you, though.”

“I appreciate it, Han. More than I can speak. I…” When did you stop being good with words? But somehow Han understood you. As he often did.

“I know.”

You both smiled. It was when he came and kissed you for the very first time.

*

So there you are now. Entering the Death Star, you fight away some clone troops. There’s little difficulty when crossing their path because you are more powerful now.

A laughter than echoes in this strange corridor you find yourself in. A mechanical breath is heard. Your heart beats louder. You are reminded of your nightmares.

“Daddy is here. He’s not going to leave you anywhere.”

But he did, didn’t he? No. You sweep away this thought out of your mind. You remember Ahsoka’s training to deal with dark side and this helps to shield your mind.

However, you are put to task when your father shows before you not as Anakin Skywalker, but something different.

“Who are you? What have you become, dad?” The words come out as a choked shock.

“My daughter. The Emperor welcomes you”, his voice is devoid of emotion. You thought he was there to stop the Emperor not to join him. “Let the dark come out. It’s calling you.”

His words have the opposite effect, though.

“No. Daddy, this is not what you’ve taught me. We all have the good and the bad sides inside us. It’s the balance that matters.” You move to where he is, emboldened by the Force. “This is not the man my mother would’ve seen. This is not the father I once knew.”

It’s enough to seed the doubt in him.

“Come dad.” You move forward and remove his mask. “Remember. I love you and I always will.”

*

The battle happens. The nightmares that plagued your infancy become real, with one difference. You are the one tortured by Sidious, not your father.

Though you prove to be a strong opponent to Sidious, as he electrifies you after removing your left arm, you are put to a rough test. It’s seeing you so close to death that Anakin overpowers Vader and by doing thus he ends the battle by finishing with Palpatine’s life for good.

“Y/N! Y/N!” He goes on his knee as you lie unconsciously. “Please come to me, my child! Please!”

It takes a few minutes before you open your eyes. The balance at Force is restaured. You are embraced by your dad. You both are finally in peace.

“I love you, daddy.”

“And I love you, kiddo.”

***

Epilogue.

You become Mrs Solo in the very same spot where your father espoused Padmé Amidala. You sense her spirit by your side when her tiara is placed over your head and you slip in the white, classic gown that was once used by her.

Anakin weeps at your sight when he’s about to lead you to the altar.

“You look so much like your mother. So beautiful. A princess yourself.”

You kiss his cheek.

“I love you, daddy. Thank you for being a part of this day”. To remember the resistance he put in your relationship with Han looks funny now.

It’s something he thinks so when watching you.

“I feared this day would come. But it does little go to keep our little doves in the nest. To fly one must, I see that now.”

You cannot help yourself but weep too. You cling onto him. Always attached to your dad. Always the devoted daughter.

And because you sense your mother is calling him. She’s waiting for him.

“I love you, daddy. So damn much.”

“I love you, Y/Nickname.” He presses a kiss over your forehead. “Now we shall not let Han waiting, even though he deserves it.”

You two share a mischievous smirk that turns to joyous laughters. Eventually though he leads you to the altar and gives you to Han, blessing thus the union.

But before you end the vows, he disappears. Ahsoka, who’d said goodbye for you, is weeping silently. You feel it too.

But when you turn your head after the priest recognizes you as Mrs Solo, you weep overjoyed when seeing your Skywalker family present and reunited in Force Spirit next to Obi-Wan Kenobi and other Masters.

Han sees it too and engulfs you in his arms before saying:

“What a powerful union ours come to be.”

And this statement does ring a truth that years later will reveal itself…

#star wars #Star Wars imagine #Anakin Skywalker #Darth Vader #Ahsoka Tano #Han Solo #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Anakin Skywalker x you #Anakin Skywalker x y/n #Anakin Skywalker x reader #Anakin fluff

[a-random-pillow]

Ezra Skywalker is great

Honestly, I love fics where Ezra is a Skywalker cause it's just so fucking funny to me. Imagine Obi-Wan staring down in horror at the THREE skywalkers, he doesn't have enough arms to hold them all! They send little Ezra off to be raised by some of Bail's friends who live on a random nowhere planet, nice. Then years later Bail finds out they got themselves captured by the Empire and no one knows where Ezra is. They managed to lose one Skywalker and it hasn't even been a decade. Also, the Bridgers didn't have the time to tell Ezra that he was adopted, which is gonna be shocking.

(Also the reason Ezra has black hair is because the Shimi genes decided to show up)

So Ezra gets picked up by the ghost crew and Kanan is wondering how the empire didn't find this crazy powerful child. During the Empire Day Episode, Ezra finds a note from his parents explaining that 'Hey kiddo your bio Daddy was Anakin motherfucking Skywalker and if the empire found you then they would become even more powerful, also love you and we will always be your parents' Ezra changes his name to Ezra Skywalker-Bridger. When Ashoka shows up Hera and Kanan pull her aside to tell her about the Skywalker. Ashoka who just realized Anakin=Vader is going into an even bigger panic but she is a grown not-Jedi who can manage her emotions. Ashoka and Ezra talk about Anakin but she can't bring herself to tell Ezra about Vader. Cut to Twilight of Apprentice and Maul is like 'Wait... how the hell did Sidious not try to kidnap/kill you?' and then Ezra is like 'lol he tired' and Maul decides then that Ezra is meant to be **His** Appertince. Ashoka says No, Vader is being clueless.

More Jedi insanity, Ezra is on Tattione and Obi-Wan is unbelievably relieved when it turns out Ezra is alive and on a path to becoming a Jedi. Ezra still does the purgil thing

Years later Luke finds out he is a Triplet, when he asks Yoda about Ezra Yoda just looks very tired before saying

"Lost he is, home he wishes to return but alive he is"

Luke is like 'What does he mean *lost* like sith *lost* or like actually *lost*" So Luke is just not dealing with this well. During the fight, Vader realizes that he had ANOTHER CHILD, that he had fought for years only for the child to Kamikaze to take out Thrawn. Vader just has to contemplate life for a bit. When Vader is about to die Luke is like

"No, you will not die, ***WE HAVE TO GO FIND EZRA***"

Vader realizes he has only made things only a bit right with only one of his kids and survives on sheer force of will alone. Vader starts healing, Ashoka has to pause after meeting Luke and asks

"How many kids did Anakin have?"

And force ghost Obi-Wan just says

"To many, by that I mean three"

The ghost crew meets Anakin is like

"So you are telling me Ezra's father was Darth Vader and now you princess Leia and Luke are all on a quest to find him?... We are going to join you"

Ezra and Thrawn are just eating dinner when a star destroyer jumps to where they are. Ezra just looks at Thrawn, like 'I think your ride is here"  but no when the shuttle comes down it has the ghost crew plus Luke and Leia. Thrawn just turns and smiles

"I think this might be your ride"

Family reunion! That is extremely tense on account of Anakin but they slowly start to build a relationship.

#ezra bridger #ghost crew #star wars rebels #luke skywalker #darth vader #thrawn #anakin skywalker #ashoka tano #obi-wan kenobi #leia skywalker #leia organa #star wars #Original Trilogy #empire day #ezra skywalker #I forget about captain Rex #He is having flashbacks to #Three Skywalker vs One Empire who will win? #It's the magic force babies #Ezra Skywalker AU #Ezra not being the Bridger's bio kid series

[theburningsunset]

Sometimes I think about the choice Luke faces in ESB. Daddy Issues Sr. has set a trap for him specifically with the bait of Han and Leia. blablabla, we know the story.

But what about through the lens of Star Wars' central theme: attachment defined as the fear of loss and how it as a driving force will corrupt and dismantle your values unless you learn to let go and accept the inability to control fate and recognize the fallacy of possessive love.

Even Jedi Masters struggled with attachment, but Padawans especially found it difficult (because it is!). Luke was a Padawan, and Vader knew that the surefire way to get Luke in his sights was to prey on his attachments - make him so afraid of losing his friends that he would intentionally spring the trap of a Sith Lord who outclasses and outguns him a thousand to one. Luke abandons his training and is driven by reaction instead of response, letting fear decide instead of deciding. And who can blame him, right? What else was he supposed to do, let his friends die? What was Yoda and Ben thinking? Except they *were* thinking. These are old Jedi Masters who had seen that exact scene play out so many times, not least of which was Anakin's, having culminated in genocide and the violent installment of a fascist regime. Like father like son, they worried. And that was such a valid concern.

But then...what would've been the right call? If Luke had just returned to his training and ignored the visions, would Vader get tired and leave, or become angry that his plan failed and slaughter Han, Leia, Lando and all of Cloud City? Sure, we can't know the consequences of our actions until they happen, hindsight is 20/20 and such, but if we're thinking strategically about the war effort, you can't just leave two generals (one of whom is literally the face of the rebellion by now) and a whole populace of sympathetic people to the whims of a trigger-happy occupying force. Or if you're focusing on lives saved and defended, sure it's dangerous and stupid to take the bait, but with the time and resources available, what options were there other than to take the giant risk of maybe dying and being The Last DEAD Jedi, in order to give the numerous people involved the best chance to survive and carry on the rebellion that sought to save the galaxy? Yeah, the reason of Luke's decision was totally off-course, but was the action or result less than the best possible outcome? Or were their objections solely with the theory, not the praxis? If Luke had gone with "hey, i know it'd be bad to run off to save them purely from fear of losing them, but think about xyz, the protection of these lives is worth more than the risk taken," would they have been fine with it then?

I don't know the answer to all of these musings, I can't be sure there is one, but I sure wish I could wrap my head around what Yoda and Obi-Wan wanted to happen and how it would've both helped and been the Jedi Way™.

#star wars meta #jedi order #luke skywalker #empire strikes back #idfk what to tag this

[jungle-angel]

A Full Boatload of Smut Prompts

(In Darth Vader’s voice) I find the lack of reader x writer interaction disturbing (lol). I literally need to spice up this writing list somehow so this looks like it’s my only option. Taking requests for Top Gun Maverick, Outer Range, Bad Times At The El Royale, Catch 22 (Hulu), Salem’s Lot and Press Play. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, YE HAVE BEEN WARNED. 18+ ONLY. 

1. Aftercare

2. Breeding kink

3. Pulling their s.o’s panties off with their teeth

4. Falling into bed

5. Playing with the joystick

6. Mutual masturbation or masturbation in general

7. “Jeez, we’ve fucked like rabbits, how are you not tired yet?” 

8. Sexy bedroom photos

9. Seeing their partner in a sexy lace and satin slip

10. Eating their partner out

11. Temp play

12. Food play

13. “So sensitive aren’t you?” 

14. Slowly undressing their partner

15. Placing sloppy kisses all over their partner

16. Rope Play

17. “Better keep quiet, I think somebody’s outside” 

18. Desperately wanting to be touched

19. Fucking during a heatwave

20. What’s their kink?

21. Oral fixation

22. How loud are they during sex?

23. Handjob

24. Making their partner completely feral by using gentle touches

25. “I’m aching so bad for you right now” 

26. “C’mon baby, just give daddy one little taste” 

27. “And to think, you’ve hidden this pretty little cock/pussy from me all day long” 

28. Daddy kink

29. Mommy kink

30. Stripper pole in the bedroom 

31. What’s their favorite position?

32. Stand and Deliver

33. Mating Press

34. Cockwarming

35. “Don’t give me lip mister, it’s my job to keep your balls properly drained” 

36. Skin-to-skin after sex

37. “C’mon, kiss it, you know you wanna” 

38. “It’s so big, I don’t think it’ll fit” 

39. “Did I ever tell you how gorgeous you look when you ride me?” 

40. Teasing their s.o with naughty photos

41. Talking dirty over the phone

42. Sitting on their s.o’s face

43. Eating out their s.o

44. Water play

45. Fucking their s.o in a wildflower field

46. Hotel sex during their honeymoon

47. Sex on the wedding night

48. Sexy body massage

49. “Please just let me play with your boobies” 

50. “You look like a fucking queen wearing my hat” 

#top gun maverick #outer range #bad times at the el royale #catch 22 hulu #salem's lot #press play #pete maverick mitchell #bradley rooster bradshaw #robert bob floyd #natasha phoenix trace #mickey fanboy garcia #jake hangman seresin #javy coyote machado #reuben payback fitch #rhett abbott #miles miller #major major #ben mears #harrison knott

[countrymusiclover]

31 - Brilliant Daughter's

Part 32 - should I keep writing this story or should this be the end. Comment your thoughts???

Yoda's New Padawan

Tag list - @tyrionsprincess30 @nanagoswife @lycaonpictusphotography @bigbendyhorns @abaker74 @haideehaids @sassycowboygoatee

7 months later

"Bail said we can check your vitals in the lab." My husband explained as we landed the ship. Resting my hands on my much larger belly I nodded seeing the door opened. After we faced Vader I had passed out from exhaustion where we had to fly to Leia's home planet so I could get medical attention. I had asked that Leia not know I was here just in case the Empire came looking for us and attacked. According to the Droid doctor when we faught Vader I was only a couple weeks pregnant and thankfully hadn't lost the baby. Kiera was told we were there but to not say a word. Obi-wan gets down the ramp first offering me a hand. My hair is braided down my back but I kept wearing my lightsaber and robe from now on. Leia gasped immediately running forward at seeing us and in my freehand I carry her Droid Lola. Once she reunited with her she spun around to me shocked. "Wow. When did this happen?" I bend down on a knee steadying myself by placing my hand on her shoulder for a second. "I thought it'd be a nice surprise, princess." Kiera runs up tackling her cousin in a hug and they spin each other around pointing at my belly.

Obi-wan walked over to the three of us giving me a hand to help me up. He crossed his arms over his chest staring down to the young girl. "So what will you do now?" She asked and he shrugged his shoulders where she grinned in a reply. "I think you should sleep...maybe get Kiera to babysit." Obi-wan and I started laughing with huge grins on our faces and the girls joined in. My eyes trailed the girl seeing she's wearing the gun holster he had given her. Kiera stands almost attached to her hip with a lightsaber clipped onto her belt. This is part of the life I always imagined. The life where they could know each other. Obi-wan bends down on a knee as I intertwined my hands together in front of me grinned. "Leia...when I said before that I didn't know your parents..." He glanced up to me taking one of my hands in his eyes focused back on her. "Princess Leia Organa, you are wise, discerning, kindhearted. These are qualities that came from your mother...my sister.." I sniffed through tears having Obi-wan finish my thoughts. "But you are also passionate and fearless, forthright. And these are gifts from your father. Both were exceptional people, who bore an exceptional daughter." Kiera suddenly runs up to him flinging her arms around her father crying. "That was beautiful, daddy."

"Will I ever see you all again?" Leia tilts her head up asking softly. Even though I shouldn't I bend down on a knee once more taking my hands in hers nodding through happy tears. Padme would have been so proud of how she will grow up. "Maybe. Someday. If you ever need help from a tired old man, woman and daughter." Leia and I chuckled at his sentence before he rests a hand on her shoulder. "But we must be careful. No one must know, or it could endanger us all." Leia suddenly flings her arms around the both of us and we each wrapped her in a long hug. "Goodbye, Obi-wan and Y/n." She mutters into our ears until he broke it whispering. "Goodbye princess. May the Force be with you." Leia helps me to my feet seconds before Kiera points how I clutch my stomach bending over a little wincing. "Mommy!" Bail and his wife rushed over when I feel Obi-wan pick me up rushing us into a medical bay immediately. He lays me on the bed and I grasped his hand scared. "Obi - what's happening - am I gonna die like my sister?" He shakes his head no using his other hand to move hair from my face. "You won't darling. You're sister was strong as are you. Stay with me." The medical Droid comes in reporting quickly. "The baby must be delivered early if there is hope to save the mother and child."

Bail keeps Kiera and Leia outside when I'm told to start pushing. Clutching Obi-Wan's hand in mine I cry out feeling tired already. The Droid first pulled out a small black device before a baby's cry filled the room. Throwing my head against Obi's chest I released a tired breath. "You did wonderful, Y/n. Here she is." The Droid slowly hands me the infant causing me to gasp with a smile that is the biggest it's ever been. The little girl in my arms has mine eyes this time and a combination of mine and Obi-Wan's hair color. Kiera waved her hands opening the door with the Force tugging Leia inside the room. Both girls rush up gigging at the little girl in my arms. "She's so small." Kiera puts her hand on the bottom of the blanket. Leia climbed up to sit on the edge of the bed grinning. "Have you picked a name yet?" Obi-wan answered her question tucking my hair behind my ear still never dropping a huge smile. His hand moves to hold the girls thumb between his thumb and index finger.

“We should call her Princess or Courtney.” Kiera jumps up and down throwing her arms about. I chuckled down to her reaction staring at the baby girl. When Leia was born I only got to hold her for a few seconds. At the time we needed to move quickly into hiding from the Sith. Hope, Tala once said before she died. "I said Hope...from what I've heard rebellions are built on it." Lifting my head up to meet his bright blue eyes I voiced to my husband still smiling. "How about Hope as the middle name?" He kisses my forehead gently where Leia claps her hands together in joy. "I've got it. You knew my mother and seem to care about her a lot so...why not name her after her?" Wiping tears with my shirt sleeve Obi and I stare into each other's eyes saying in unison. "Padme Hope Kenobi." Obi-wan reached up ruffling Leia's hair chuckling. "Thanks for the help, princess." Kiera climbed up on the other side of the bed to see her younger sister. Obi-wan leans down kissing me softly and I kiss him back. "They'll be extraordinary people when they grow up." He mumbled against the kiss making me lovingly smile to my husband.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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[readyforthegarden]

Summer in the City - Epilogue

Epilogue

Masterlist

Pairing: Sam x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!! mentions of pregnancy

A/N: Once again, I just want to say thank you to everyone who read and supported this little AU. It made my heart so happy to see all the comments and tags, and I'm glad we got to take this little journey together. 41k+ words later, we're finally at the end.

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You stared sleepily at the ceiling above you, counting quietly in your head, trying to fall back asleep to no avail. The smell of warm bread was filtering from the crack in the door, and you couldn’t pretend to be asleep any longer. You rose from your empty bed, save for your orange tabby, Marmalade who was sleeping soundly on the other side of you. The sound of shuffling from downstairs letting you know the other inhabitants of the home were awake for the day. As you made your way down the stairs, voices met your ear.

“Please eat your breakfast.” You heard Sam plead softly. “I promise, it tastes just like when mommy makes it.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Buddy, come on. Your dad worked really hard on it.” Danny was trying his turn now. “It would mean a lot to him if you at least tried it.”

“No.” As you entered the kitchen, you saw Sam and Danny sitting next to your child, coaxing him to eat a bite of scrambled eggs at the dining table. Danny was cradling his own baby, only five months old, to his chest as he spoke quietly. You stood back and watched the two men bargain and bribe the young boy to no avail. The collie Sam had rescued from a shelter, Penny, laid beneath the high-chair, waiting for morsels to scarf up as they fell to the ground. 

“Something smells good.” you finally announced your presence, Sam sighing in relief. “Ooh, honey you made us breakfast?”

“Yes I did.” Sam smiled, gesturing to the food in the table. “I wanted to give you the morning off, love.”

“That was very sweet.” You bent down, giving him a kiss. Sam grinned into it, his hand coming to rest on your swollen, pregnant belly. His newly grown mustache and beard tickled your face and and only made you want to kiss him more. When you pulled away, he pressed a kiss to your stomach through your nightgown. “Thomas, your eggs are getting cold. Eat.”

“I don’t like daddy’s eggs. I like mommy’s.”

“Mommy taught daddy how to make those eggs.” You explained, easing yourself into the chair next to Sam. “So they are mommy’s eggs. You can eat them now, or you can eat them for lunch. Your choice.” Thomas looked between you and Sam, then finally picked up his small spoon, shoveling the eggs into his mouth. “Atta boy.”

“Thank you, love.” Sam reached over, squeezing your hand gently on top of the table. You nodded, yawning as Danny poured you a glass of orange juice. “How are you feeling?”

“I can’t wait for this kid to be out of me.” You sighed. “They won’t stop moving, I feel like I’m a jungle gym all hours of the day and night.”

“Just a few more weeks.” Sam assured you. You nodded, snagging a piece of bacon from the platter on the table and nibbling on it.

“Is Molly still asleep?” Danny nodded, patting Lily’s back gently as she wriggled in his arms at the mention of her mothers name. Lily had been fussy as of late, and Molly was up with her most of the night, not letting Danny take over until about four in the morning. He looked just as tired as you felt, his curly hair tossed up into a bun on top of his head to keep it out of Lily’s face and grasp. “Good, we’ll keep the coffee warm for her, I’m sure she’ll want some when she gets up.”

Most days were like this. You and Molly had started your own alteration business at the home after working at Doris’s shop for a few years, and you both kept busy while Sam and Danny tended to the garden before heading back into the city for work at the record and music supply store. Sometimes on the weekends, they’d play guitar at a local bar, earning some spare tip money. Now with little Thomas running around, and Lily, the two of you took more breaks, but still hustled to get the jobs that were asked of you done.

One evening, as the sun was shining a bright orange glow across the grass, you sat on a picnic blanket, watching Sam run around the front yard with Thomas. Penny was lying faithfully by your side, just as she had with your first pregnancy, and watched Thomas closely as he ran barefoot in the grass, just like his father.  Molly and Danny were sat on the porch swing with Lily, the little girl cooing as they swayed gently back and forth with her in her mothers arms. As you scanned your eyes along your home, feeling more contented than you’d ever had, you froze. You felt as if your heart stopped beating, watching the familiar figure walk up the driveway.

“Sam.” he turned to look at you, your tone stopping him as he bent to scoop up his son. You nodded towards the driveway and he turned, straightening up and guiding Thomas towards you.

“Go to your mother, Thomas.” he said as he moved forward. Thomas toddled over and stood in front of you, and you busied yourself brushing some dirt off his shirt. You chanced a glance behind you, and Danny was now stood up, hands gripping the railing as he watched Sam approach his brother.

You turned your attention back to Sam, and watched after a few moments as he embraced his brother tightly. You stood up, gathering Thomas up and holding him on your hip, before moving down the driveway to join them, Penny trotting along slightly in front of you. As you approached, you heard Sam talking about how he and Danny got their jobs, his hands moving quickly as he spoke. His brothers eyes moved towards you as you got closer, and he grinned.

“Petal.” he whispered. The look in his eyes was happy to see you, nostalgic even, but you could tell there was a hint of sorrow, of apology in them.

“Jake.” you gave him a smile, hoping that you could convey your forgiveness to him in just that simple gesture. “It’s good to see you.”

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, yourself.” he nodded back at you. His voice lacked any mischief and you knew he meant it sincerely. You watched his eyes travel down to your pregnant stomach, a hint of sadness in his eyes before they flicked up to the child on your arms. “Who’s this little guy?”

“This is Thomas, my son. Our son.” Sam grinned with pride, putting his arm around your shoulders. Jake’s eyes widened a bit, his eyes scanning all of your and Sam’s features before going back to Thomas. You gently shook your head. You’d been scared during your pregnancy, that your child was going to somehow look like Josh. You’d had nightmares about it, in fact. That the drugged up guru had somehow gotten his wish. The relief you had when Thomas grew to look exactly like his father was immeasurable.

“Thomas, this is your uncle, Jake.” you looked to your son. “The one you’re named after.” Thomas regarded the stranger in front of him carefully.

“Hi Thomas.” Jake smiled, reaching up a hand. The toddler reached out, wrapping his little hand around the tips of Jake’s outstretched fingers.

“Hi.” Thomas replied. The small group fell silent, and Sam broke the quiet quickly.

“Where are you staying?” Jake reached up a hand, scratching the back of his neck.

“I was at a motel out in town.” he sighed. “I was actually looking for you guys. I wanted to apologize for everything, see you guys again.”

“Jake, the past is the past.” you said softly. “We have plenty of room, why don’t you stay with us?” you looked towards Sam, who smiled down at you encouragingly.

“I couldn’t,” Jake shook his head.

“You can and you will.” Sam grinned. “Come on, let’s go up to the house. Danny is here, and Molly too. Wait until you see their baby girl, she’s adorable.” the three of you turned and walked up towards the house. Danny’s watchful eyes studied the smiles on your faces, and in a few quick steps he was bounding down the porch steps and wrapping his arms around Jake. Molly was standing from the swing now, Lily cradled against her chest protectively.

After they parted, Molly stepped down the steps, joining Danny, giving Jake a small greeting of her own. After a little bit of chit chat, you handed Thomas to his father, stretching your sore back a bit.

“It’s just about supper time.” you announced, a gentle breeze blowing your hair back behind you. “Do you like meatloaf, Jake?” he smiled at you.

“Love it.”

#summer in the city fic #sam kiszka x reader #sam kiszka #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #danny wagner #greta van fleet #greta van fic #gvf imagine #gvf fic #josh gvf #sam gvf #danny gvf #jake gvf #greta van fleet imagine

[talesfrommedinastation]

My redneck neighbor Doug's predictions for The Bad Batch: Season 3

Well, the poll's in, kids: looks like we're getting a whole bunch of Doug-isms for the next while!

I did take a request from @amalthiaph, because heck, it made me wonder, too!

I texted Doug while I was waiting at the airport. Sure enough, Winter Storm Doug arrived with a whole bunch of texts on the finale season of Daddy Warcrimes 'n Friends.

Here's what Doug thinks will happen in Season 3 of The Bad Batch:

Daddy Warcrimes will learn what happened to Ryan-from-Accounting and spend a whole episode sobbing about it.

Ryan-from-Accounting comes back as Space Gandalf. Don’t know what Space Gandalf will be, but it’ll be him.

Stepsister Beth and Little Orphan Blondie will team up and save everyone in Jimmy-the-Scientist's lava lamps.

We will find out what’s in the lava lamps.

Toaster Strudel, Daddy Rambo, and Julio will find Damn-It-Jared* and take turns beating him with a tire iron they found in the trunk of the HMS Search Warrant. 

Houma-BBQ-Bitch will be killed by either Daddy Rambo or The Sons of Robocop**. Maybe Little Orphan Blondie, who knows.  

The freaky aliens running the mall on the ocean will attempt to rise up. They’ll get shot. 

Jimmy-the-Scientist will accidentally quote that robot cowboy show on HBO. 

Church Lady will use voodoo magic to resurrect her boyfriend, Sassy Park Ranger.

Nevermind. Church Lady will run into Ryan-from-Accounting-Who-Is-Now-Space-Gandalf and it’ll be written as sweet but it’ll come across as awkward. 

There will be mech suits. Maybe not, but I want mech suits, damn it! 

Princess Leia’s dad will show up with the Sonic Special.

Sonic Special will get zapped by the Emperor. 

The Emperor will show up and giggle. Why, hell if I know. 

Darth Vader shows up and mopes around before killing a bunch of people. 

The Sons of Robocop will start to be evil, but then be good, but then do evil things for good reasons. Daddy Warcrimes will follow suit.

*= Damn-It-Jared is Saw Guerrera. “We had this shitty new engineer that cost us half a million in bungled supplies and kept grabbing the CEO's executive assistant even when she told him to eff off. He was such a pain in the ass and this dope looks and talks just like him. Every time we saw his face we’d all say ‘DAMN IT, JARED!’ and that’s his name."

**= Scorch and the gang.

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[dotcolorful]

No. 6 PROOF OF LIFE Ransom Video | “I’ve got a pulse” | Screams from Across the Hall

Read it on AO3 here!

“Last chance, Lord Vader. Two billion credits, or I will blow your boy’s brains out.”

The cold barrel of the blaster pressed against Luke’s temple uncomfortably, and he couldn’t quite keep a gasp from escaping his lips. There was a hand on the other side of his face, covered with a worn-down suede glove, that steadied his head, held it upright so that he could not struggle. It was pointless, really - drugged as he was, with his hands tied behind him and his ankles cuffed to the chair’s legs, there wasn’t much he could do anyway. He suspected immobilizing him wasn’t really the point, though.

What the pirates wanted to achieve was a show.

It was why they had hit his face repeatedly before they had contacted Vader, why they had smeared his own blood over his face to make sure that he looked as vulnerable, as helpless and hurt as possible. This was a ransom call, after all. After learning that Luke was Vader’s son - how they came to that realization, Luke still didn’t know - they decided that Luke’s pain would push Vader to pay the ransom.

Honestly, Luke would have laughed at that if not for the fact that he was about to die. Basing the ransom strategy on Vader’s sense of parental concern for his son was hardly an approach Luke would have taken. There was, after all, no parental concern in the Sith.

Concerned parents would not chop off their child’s hand.

But Luke guessed the pirates didn’t know that.

Now, sitting bound to a chair, with a blaster pointed at his head and a holo-camera recording him, he wished for a father that would care about him.

What he felt from Vader’s side of the bond, however, was not care. It was anger.

“You will pay for this, pirate,” Vader growled. Even the shimmering blue hologram of his figure flickered at the potency of his anger.

“Ah, no,” the pirate laughed playfully. “You will be the one pay - pay me, to be exact. Two billion credits. Now.”

“You,” Vader seethed, “will not get anything from me. You will release the boy now, or I—“

The pirate smacked his lips, face turning into an expression of exaggerated disappointment. “You won’t? Is that your final answer?”

Through bleary, tired eyes, Luke looked at his father’s holo-image. He knew there wasn’t much to hope for - his father had already demonstrated his lack of interest in Luke’s well-being - but he couldn’t help but send his father a begging look, a silent plea to save him.

“Ah, hesitating, are we?” The pirate mocked when Vader remained silent. Then, in one quick move, he grasped a fistful of Luke’s hair and forced his head up. “See that, boy? I don’t think daddy loves you all that much.”

Luke closed his eyes, hurt; the pirate chuckled.

“Whoops, Lord Vader, I think your boy is not too happy about your decision. I mean, just look at those sad eyes.” His voice was filled with such malice, such fake pity and infantilism that Luke felt sick to his stomach. “Tell ya what, Lord Vader. I’ll give you one more chance: two billion credits, or our young…?”

“Luke,” Luke supplied mindlessly, then curses himself for cooperating with the man.

“…Luke, right. So? What’s it gonna be? The credits, or Luke?”

As if to emphasize his threat, the pirate pressed the blaster even harder against Luke's temple, and Luke winced. He was so, so tired already, so hurt from his forced position, his wrists raw from rubbing against the cuffs, the constant pressure of the barrel against his temple. He was exhausted from the constant feeling that he could die any second, that one pull on the trigger could end his life in a flash.

And, most of all, he was exhausted from naively hoping that his father would pay the ransom and save him.

He wouldn’t; Luke knew that. His father would never stoop so low as to accept the demands of a meek pirate. And so, between the life of his own son and his pride, it was pride that Vader would choose.

��which was precisely why Luke felt so hurt.

“Your dad always this indecisive?” The pirate chortled, giving Luke’s hair a sharp tug. Only now did he notice that the man’s hands smelled foul. It was a mix of grease and ship fuel, but rotten, giving off such a pungent smell that Luke wanted to retch. For a second, he felt disgusted at the feeling of the man’s hands in his hair. He’d have to wash it, and soon - those terrible hands probably carried a lot of dirt…

But there would be no dirt to wash off. Soon, he’d be dead.

“For the last time, Lord Vader, what’s it gonna be?”

There was a short pause, as if Vader was thinking, but there wasn’t anything to think about, really. The credits, or Luke. It was his father’s choice, and Luke already knew he was going to choose poorly—

“Pirate,” his father spoke suddenly, and a glimmer of hope passed through Luke’s eyes. “This is your last chance. Free my son, or-„

“Okay, too late,” the pirate interrupted him. “Luke, say goodbye to daddy.”

“…what?”

But before he could finish his sentence, the pirate pulled the trigger and white-hot light filled his skull.

Agony. Excruciating, unimaginable agony filled his eyes and lungs and heart, replaced the blood flowing through his veins and seeped deep into the pores of his skin. For a moment, pain was all he was; it encompassed his whole existence and defined his very essence. He had nothing - no vision, no hearing, no sense of smell, or touch. All had been replaced by that terrible, painful, flashing white.

And then it cleared.

As quickly as it had appeared, the white burst of agony had evaporated, leaving him blissfully numb. Only now did he realize that he was leaning forward, hands still tied behind his back, but head now slumped as his muscles no longer supported it. He was limp, boneless; dead.

What the fuck, was his first thought. The pirate… he’d not even given Vader a chance to finish his sentence! He’d just… shot Luke. Just killed him. Just lost his only bargaining chip.

How strange, was his second thought. How strange that he was even thinking these things now that he was dead…

And then it struck him.

He wasn’t.

He was limp, yes; paralyzed. He could not move a muscle save for the faint beating of his heart. His eyes were stinging - they were wide open, but his eyelids would not blink - and it felt as if someone had immobilized his very pupils so that nothing could be moved.

He could feel the burning pain somewhere near his temple where the pilot had shot him, and could still feel the terrible throbbing of his body that was now slumped in the chair.

He… looked dead. But he wasn’t dead.

And Vader’s side of the bond was oddly silent.

It took Luke a moment to realize it was because he couldn’t feel the Force at all. It was blocked, shimmering at the back of his mind but unattainable. It was frustrating; if only he could reach out with a mental hand, grasp at its tendrils and pull them towards himself…!

But his hands, both real and metaphysical, were paralyzed.

And he didn’t need the Force to tell him that Vader was… withdrawn. Silent.

Upset.

With his head slumped forward, Luke couldn’t see much besides the top of his own shoes, but he could feel the all-encompassing feeling of grief and distress that radiated from where Vader’s holographic figure was.

“You—“ the vocoder spat out. “He— he’s—“

For one, hysterical moment, Luke thought that Vader sounded like the toy robot he used to play with on Tatooine. Whenever its batteries were nearly dead - which happened often, for his family could rarely afford to buy new ones - it would also spurt out static and jarring noises, much like his father’s stuttering now.

That thought, however, was quickly overcome by the realization that his father thought Luke was dead.

And, by the Force, his father was feeling grief because of it.

Luke didn’t want his father to feel that way. But now, paralyzed and Force-less, there was nothing he could do.

There was a sharp tug as two pirates grasped his upper body and threw him off the chair. Luke’s face slammed against the ship’s floor, throat working frantically to scream, but no sound made it past his lips. His whole body ached from the impact, and with his hands still tied behind his back, his spine started to feel like it would soon snap in half.

At least now, with his cheek plastered to the floor, his eyes were set in the general direction of where the shimmering hologram of his father was.

The moment he looked at his father’s face, though, he wished he’d never seen it.

Yes, it was covered by a mask. Yes, there was no face to physically see. But somehow, the hurt that emanated from Vader seemed to transcend the mask, the helmet, the armor, and painted the picture of an expression of such pain, such sorrow, that Luke couldn’t have seen Vader’s face clearer.

“He’s—“ Vader’s broken stuttering continued. “He’s—“

“Dead?” The pirate who’d shot him smiled, picking up the holo-camera and repositioning it so that it would show Luke’s body, crumpled in a heap, lying on the floor. “Well, what can I say. I’m not a patient man.”

“You,” Vader seethed, finally finding his voice, “are not a man at all.”

The pirate had the audacity to actually laugh at that. “Look who’s talking.”

Slowly, deliberately, he walked up to where Luke lay and knelt by his head, before gently tracing a finger over the shot temple. “Such a waste.”

“Don’t touch him!” Vader actually sounded hysterical. “Get away from him!”

“Mmm,” the pirate mused, ignoring Vader’s words and continuing to stroke the side of Luke’s face. “New deal, Lord Vader. Two billion credits in exchange for your son’s body. Pretty thing… deserves a funeral, at least.”

Anger exploded from Vader at those words, so strong that Luke almost flinched despite the paralysis. Why was he feeling his father’s emotions so strongly? Could he really not touch the Force? Or was it there, but Luke just couldn’t feel it? So many questions, and his mind was so numb…

“Actually,” the pilot said after a moment, his hand against Luke’s face stopping, “I’ll make that one billion. Treat it as a nice little father of a dead child discount.”

What escaped Vader at those words was a roar, an animalistic, guttural sound, so loud that the speakers installed in the holo-display started spurting out static, unable to properly process it. This was it, Luke thought. His father’s anger was strong, his pride ruined, and there was no way he was ever going to agree to the pirate’s conditions.

He hadn’t paid for Luke when he was alive. Why would he do so now that he believed Luke dead?

Again, he wanted to recoil as the pirate caressed him once more. The action was sinister, deliberate, offending in a way that was supposed to provoke Vader.

And it did.

Because, impossibly, Luke saw Vader lower his head and say:

“I agree to your conditions, pirate. Transmit your coordinates - I will bring you the credits personally.”

A wide smile graced the pirate’s lips. “Wonderful news, Lord Vader, wonderful news.”

“And now,” Vader seethed. “Stop touching him.”

The pirate laughed. “That’s gonna cost a little extra.”

“He is dead!” Vader cried at that, angrily. “Give him some peace!”

“Alright, alright,” the pirate said, putting his hands up in the air. Relief flooded through Luke; finally, that terrible, gloved hand was away from his face. “I was just messing. See you soon, Lord Vader.”

His father’s helmet moved towards him, giving his a last, long look that radiated sorrow.

And then the transmission was cut off and Vader’s shimmering blue figure disappeared.

***

“...’kay Luke, that went well,” the pirate said, patting Luke’s arm. “I can’t believe your old man really bought this. I knew he was stupid, but this-- I mean, he literally thinks you’re dead!”

Again, Luke tried squirming. Again, he found his muscles would not move.

“You’re not dead, by the way, in case you haven’t figured that out already,” the pirate continued. “You’re paralyzed, though. I got this new blaster from a guy in Correlia and it’s kriffing amazing. This shot that hit that poor head of yours? It was a stun shot, but it looks just like the real thing! It’s amazing - keeps you aware but paralyzed. I mean-” he paused momentarily, regarding Luke’d face as if he was a piece of art. “You look pretty dead to me.”

He gave Luke one final pat before standing up, bruising dust off his thighs. “Alright, boys,” he called out to his comrades. “Get in position. Lord Vader will be here soon and he may freak out a little bit when he sees are young Luke here.”

“Ay, sir.”

There was a clunk of armor, the sound of steps as the pirates moved into position, re-charging their blasters and pointing them at various spots in the room.

The pirate turned back to Luke. “You stay put, boy.” Ah, but that was useless - Luke couldn’t move even if he wanted to. “When Lord Vader comes here, I’m gonna present him with a little resurrection scene. For three billion credits, that is. But, after losing you once, I’m pretty sure he won’t hesitate to pay this time.”

Oh, how Luke wanted to spit at the man. How he wanted to fight him, to hurt him for the torment that he was putting both upon him and his father. But, his lips still refused to move, just like his eyes and the rest of his body, and he could only lie helplessly on the floor, looking completely, utterly dead.

Something wet started trailing down his chin.

“Whoops,” the pirate laughed, kneeling by him. His suede-gloved hand reached towards his chin, swiping at the trail of saliva that had escaped Luke’s lips. Had his body tired to spit, then? He hadn’t really felt it; hadn’t felt anything, in fact, for his body was becoming more and more numb. It felt terrible; he felt trapped. He was conscious, yes, but his body felt as if it was made of steel, drowning in sticky honey sauce.

“Let’s get that from your face,” the pirate said, wiping the spit away. “Dead bodies don’t salivate… I think. Do they?” He turned around, calling out to another pirate. “Haja’a’n! Do dead bodies salivate?”

“The kriff do I know, Jaimar?” Haja’a’n shot back, and again, Luke wanted to laugh hysterically. At least now he knew the name of the man who’d ‘killed’ him.

“Anyway,” Jaimar said, getting back to his feet. “As I said, stay put. Your father will be his shortly.”

Luke only hoped that indeed, his father was going to come.

***

He didn’t know how much time had passed before his father finally arrived. Each second blurred into another, and he felt as if he was swimming in nothingness. His eyes, unable to blink, were stinging so much he wished he could just gauge them out. He was hot; too hot for his liking, and that meant something coming from a boy who had grown up on Tatooine. Was it a fever? A side effect of the stun shot? He didn’t know.

It was hard to think.

At some point, he’d caught his reflection in a metal casing of a navi-computer in front of him. He’d seen his body, deadly still and crumpled on the floor, his face, red from the blood and yet terribly, sickly pale. Saw his own eyes, sightless, dull, dead. His lips, slightly parted, dead. His hands, fingers curled, unmoving, dead.

The Force around him, dead.

And then, amidst that sea of nothingness, he’d heard the sharp snap-hiss of a lightsaber.

What happened next was fast. There were screams as the pirates were cut down, one by one, their blasters falling on the floor, useless. There was the sound of begging, of useless pleading, of choking and growled demands. There was the clank of armor as stormtroopers swarmed into the room; the room had gone dark, Luke realized, the lights going out, and he could see the troopers’ riffle red dot reflectors, searching for their next target.

It was all red. His father’s lightsaber; red. The troopers blaster shots, red.

The blood of the dead pirates, dead.

And then his father crouched before him.

“Luke.”

And Luke had never heard so much pain in someone’s voice.

“Luke, I-” his father paused, turned his helmet away as if it was painful to look at his son’s dead body - Luke guess it was - before turning back and reaching out with a gloved hand. The worn leather caressed Luke’s cheek, but with none of the malice that the pirate’s touch had. The movement was slow, sorrowful, pained. It was meant to bring comfort, even if Luke was dead.

It was as if the troopers behind Vader did not exist. For a moment, it was just them both: Luke’s paralyzed body and Vader’s large, dark, grieving bulk.

Those gloved hands caressed his cheek again, then moved to his hair, fingers trailing through the blood-matted strands. Then, the hands paused as Vader took a strand between his palm and thumb, looking as if he was marveling at the sight.

“Blond,” came the quiet rasp of the vocoder. “Your hair is blond. Like mine.”

The fingers moved back to his face. “And your eyes,” his father continued. “They are blue.”

His eyes did not look blue, though. They looked dead.

And he was alive.

He wished he could tell his father that.

There was, in fact, nothing he wished for more in this world. He’d never felt pain like that, had never seen such grief, such sorrow. His father’s body, kneeling uncomfortably before Luke’s prone form, seemed slumped. He was caressing Luke’s skin, studying his features as if he were a newborn, drinking in the sight of his son. Luke couldn’t stand that thought: that his father believed him dead, and was now caressing what he thought was his son’s corpse.

He didn’t deserve that hurt.

But his lips would not move.

“I’m sorry,” Vader whispered, clasping Luke’s limp hand in his own. “I’m so, so sorry. My child, I- I should have--”

There was a pause, before a burst of static and something akin to a screech left the vocoder. Was his father… Was his father crying?

“My son,” Vader repeated, the words distorted by that awful sound. “My son, my-- my little angel, my child--”

And at that, Luke started to cry.

Big, fat tears streamed down his cheeks, cascading like a river down a hill. He could not control them - could still not control anything - but they kept coming, leaving stinging, salty trails on his skin, pooling on the floor beneath his cheek.

His father loved him. His father was hurt by his death, and was caressing Luke with love and such desire to comfort that Luke had never felt. Not even his Aunt Beru had cuddled him like that. Not even Uncle Owen had ruffled his hair with such affection.

For the first time, he knew what it felt like to be loved by a father.

And so he kept crying. So engrossed in his grief, Vader didn’t even seem to notice.

But someone else did.

“My Lord!” The exclamation resounded in the room, followed by some quick steps, and then an Imperial medic moved into Luke’s field of view. “My Lord, the tears, he’s-- he’s crying!”

Immediately, Vader’s hands flinched away, as if he’d been burned, and the helmet spun to regard the tear tracks on his cheeks.

“Is he alive?”

The medic didn’t respond. Instead, he pushed Vader out of the way - a brave move, Luke had to admit - and brought his hand to Luke’s neck, searching for a pulse. He could feel his heart beating erratically, his blood faintly pulsing against the man’s warm hand, and relief flooded his mind.

They knew. They knew he was--

“Alive!” The medic exclaimed. “The pulse, he has a pulse! He’s alive!”

Vader’s presence exploded.

Joy, immense, impossible joy engulfed Luke like a blanket, and he momentarily lost all sense of anything, bathing in the feeling of his father’s relief. There were voices around him, he realized after a moment, there were words spoken to him and hands on him, and then something sharp pierced his skin.

“I’ve given him a stimulant,” he heard the medic say. “He should be able to move soon.”

And Luke did.

It was like warmth spreading through his body, like a fire melting away the ice that had frozen his muscles and blocked his ability to move. First, his toe fingers, then his legs, and hips, and stomach, and chest. His arms, his palms, every single finger, his neck, his lips, his eyelids.

He could move them all.

So, slowly, he blinked.

Immediately, his father was upon him.

“Luke,” He said, his voice almost begging, as if he wasn’t sure if what he was seeing was true. Gloved hands cradled his body, hands supporting Luke’s hands and back. “My son.”

Slowly, Luke’s lips turned into a smile. He parted them slightly, taking in a breath; it hurt as it went into his lungs. “...aaah…le…sss…” he tried to speak, then paused as the sound hitched in his sore throat. It was difficult to move his muscles, it hurt, but at least he could move them. Vader’s fingers tightened around him frantically.

Luke tried again.

“At le…ast,” he whispered again, stronger this time. He smiled, satisfied, and looked into Vader’s eyes with such love that he’d never thought himself capable of. “...at least…y-you ge to ke…ep…your two b-billion…credits…”

He’d meant the words to be light, but he still sensed a burst of guilt coming from Vader’s side of the bond. Those gloved hands tightened even more around his body, cradling Luke close.

“My son,” his father replied fiercely. “You’re worth so much more.”

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Mafia Din Escaped Luke WIP

Now featuring Daddy Mob Boss Vader!!!

(NOW ENTERING DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT TERRITORY)

“Darling. Did you take your medicine today?”

Luke turned from staring out the window at a hooded figure standing under a black umbrella across the street, and looked over his shoulder at his father standing in the doorway. 

He was wearing a handsome suit with no tie, his white collared shirt unbuttoned to show off a few wisps of dark brown hair on his chest. 

Luke felt a little dazed, even sleepy as he shook his head, pushing away from the window to stand in front of his father. 

Vader brushed a hand through his now shoulder-length hair, hair that Vader refused to let Luke cut. He insisted that he looked just like his mother this way, and truly, Luke had been so out of it the past few months since reuniting with the man that he didn’t have it in him to argue. 

And he had never met his mother- perhaps his father was right. 

Yes, it was best just to believe his father. He was so tired of daily battles. First with Din, and then with his father before the ‘medicine’. 

Luke leaned into his father’s touch, closing his eyes with a drawn-out sigh. 

“No, Daddy. They make me sleepy.”

Vader tutted, shaking his head. 

“I know, baby. You just get so sleepy, huh? Such a sleepy little boy. But they’re going to make you feel better. Would Daddy lie to you?”

Luke shook his head slowly, even as Vader fished with the other hand in his suit pocket, pulling out a little baggie of three pills. He pulled Luke close to his side and walked them over to the chest of drawers, where a small glass of water sat. He grasped it and pushed it into Luke’s clumsy hands, securing both hands around the glass and smiling softly at Luke. 

“Open.”

Luke obeyed, parting his lips and sticking his tongue out for his father to press each pill onto, before taking his hand and tipping the glass up to Luke’s mouth. 

“Swallow.”

Luke obeyed, feeling the slide down his throat and meeting his father’s hawk-like gaze. 

“Good baby. Now give Daddy a kiss,”

Luke obeyed, standing up on his tippy-toes (his father was so much taller than him, a fact that Luke, even in his sedated state, could tell immensely pleased the man. He did love to make Luke feel like a baby, or perhaps a toddler, after all) to kiss his father’s cheek. 

“And what do we say?” His father’s voice was firm, brooking no argument. 

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Vader smiled before straightening Luke’s oversized pastel pink hoodie, chuffed with the fact that it was three sizes too big and hung to his knees, that he had coaxed his son into wearing it- and that the boy hadn’t even objected to the childish writing on the front that read: “Daddy’s Little Boy”

“Now, sweetling. Daddy has some business to attend tonight. A big scary man who’s come into Coruscant all the way from Mos Eisley, thinking he can shake Daddy up and take my little baby.”

Luke felt a jolt through his sluggish brain at that, and stared up at his father in surprise, lips parting to speak before Vader hushed him with a finger over his lips. 

“I know, sweetness. That’s the bad man, isn’t it? Don’t worry. Daddy is stronger than the bad man. He won’t get my little baby boy, no, no, no.”

Vader’s grin turned a little odd then, victorious and sickening and raising the hair on the back of Luke’s neck. The older man simply secured Luke’s smaller hand in his own, and dragged the boy out of the room, passed the door with the six padlocks on the outside, and down the stairs. 

They had visitors, after all. 

Mandalorian visitors.

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