#leia organa fanfiction

[dailydragon08]

SW OT Gang reacts (Luke & Leia edition): how you do your hair

Requested by @pomplalamoose I would LOVE to hear about what Luke's and Leia's preferred hairstyles are for the reader <33 like what really makes their heart go 🦋🦋🦋🦋

Leia is a sucker for a smart, but practical updo and thinks you look amazing with your hair pulled back from your face. She’s said before it really shows off your cheekbones, jawline, and one of her favorite faces – but if you decide to do Alderaan-style braids, oh Maker, she’s a goner. Especially if you surprise her with them. If she first sees them in public, there’s a flash of shock and her eyes might even get a tiny bit watery before she collects herself so that no one even knows what happened. Later when she asks you why the braids and you explain they’re easy, practical, don’t weigh on your head, make you look polished, and it’s a nod to her culture and you want to help preserve it, she just hugs you tight and holds on for a long time. She doesn’t outright say it, but the fact that you took her lost homeworld into account means the galaxy to her – and she’s excited to teach you all kinds of different braids and bond over doing each other’s hair in the mornings.

Luke will profess that he loves whatever you do with your hair. And although he does mean it, his absolute favorite is when you’re fully relaxed with your hair down and a bit messy. He treasures being one of the few people allowed to see you in this state. Work in the rebellion often requires your hair to be up and out of your face, so at the end of the day – no matter how simple or complicated your updo is – he loves watching you undo it. His eyes always follow how your hair falls down towards your shoulders with the biggest look of awe on his face, even before you get together, and he’s always itching to play with it and run his fingers through it. Once you do get together, he relishes the chance to be able to pull your hair ties or pins out himself and gives the best head massages, and is always complimenting your hair. But if he had to pick a favorite updo, again, he’s a sucker for a bit of a messy look – especially something a bit looser that has some face-framing tendrils out in the front and is always gently brushing them out of your eyes and tucking them behind your ear (sometimes on accident before you get together out of pure impulse – and then of course fumbles over an apology and his entire face, neck, and ears are bright red for several minutes after).

Thanks for the ask! My inbox is open for more!

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[walkawaytall]

9 lines, 9 people (except y’all know I’m probably not tagging 9 whole people)

Shamelessly lifted from @virtie333 because I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul (I am not, actually).

Uh, look, everyone I’ve seen thus far has been posting 9 paragraphs, which isn’t how I define lines, but I think I’m actually very wrong now that I’ve thought about it for like three seconds, so I will be doing what everyone else does except I already can tell I’m not going to be able to remember 9 usernames to tag, so I probably will fall short there.

-_-_-_ -_-_-_ -_-_-_ -_-_-_

He scoffed. “Sweetheart, I don’t even know my last name. How the hell would I know if I have a middle name?”

Leia stopped walking, confused. “Your last name isn’t Solo?”

Han seemed to realize his mistake as she spoke. He stopped a few steps ahead of her and scratched the back of his neck nervously before shrugging in a clear attempt to appear more unbothered than he felt. “That’s the name that was given to me when I enlisted. Guess they needed somethin’ to scream at me when they weren’t usin’ my number.”

“You didn’t have a last name?”

He shrugged again and looked back at her, eyes betraying how cornered he apparently felt. “Told ya before, my ma died when I was real young. I don’t remember what our last name was.”

“They didn’t tell you what it was or at least give you a new last name?” Leia asked, baffled by the idea. She knew her situation was different than Han’s — she had been adopted, after all, and her parents had made it very clear to everyone that she was as much an Organa as any natural-born child would have been — but she assumed that caretakers would still make sure the children they were responsible for had a full name even if they were never adopted.

“Who’s they?” Han asked testily.

Leia squinted at him, surprised that what she meant wasn’t obvious. “Whoever was responsible for you. Whoever took care of you after she died.”

“I took care of me,” he snapped and Leia flinched.

Absolutely-no-pressure tags for @otterandterrierwrites, @diplomaticprincess, @lajulie24, @madame-alexandra, @lightthewaybackhome, and anyone else who wants to participate (invite yourself! All the cool kids are doing it!).

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[beskarandblasters]

Star Wars Fic Network!!!

I decided I wanted to create a resource for Star Wars fanfiction!!!

@starwarsficnetwork is going to be a blog for any and all Star Wars fics!! Reader inserts and character x character fics are welcome! The blog is currently under construction and looks a lil uggo rn but soon we'll have the theme, tagging system and masterlists going for y'all.

Currently myself and @wannab-urs are the admins and we're looking for two more!!!

If you're interested please fill out this google form

More coming soon!!

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[captainsophiestark]

Lean On Me

Leia Organa x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Star Wars

Day 18 Prompt: "We can't do this on our own."

Summary: Leia's feeling overwhelmed at the prospect of taking on the Empire, but her SO is there to remind her that none of them are in it alone.

Word Count: 1,181

Category: Angst, Fluff

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"I need a minute."

Blearily, I raised my head from my work, blinking in confusion as my girlfriend marched out of the room. Her voice had shaken me out of my haze of combing through paperwork, and now I could see her shoulders up by her ears as she walked away.

I glanced around, but no one else in the room seemed particularly worried. They probably assumed the smart, courageous Princess Leia Organa just needed to grab a report she'd remembered that might be helpful, or some more caf, or even a bathroom break.

I, however, knew her better than that. Leia had been my best friend for years, and we'd been dating for a while now, too. I knew the subtle changes in her tone, the unusual tension in her shoulders, all amounted to something definitely, definitely wrong.

I stood from my own desk in the small headquarters of the Rebellion, trying not to draw too much attention to myself. We were all exhausted, especially after being forced to do damage control on a few bad breaks we'd gotten in a row, so no one gave me a second look as I left.

I followed Leia down the familiar hallways, coming around a corner just in time to see her duck into her quarters. I frowned and picked up my pace a bit.

I stopped outside Leia's door, knocking quickly and speaking at the same time.

"Leia? It's me. Can I come in?"

I waited, holding my breath when I only got silence in response. Then, a moment later, I heard the door unlock from the other side. I didn't hesitate to push it open.

Leia had her back to me, and was already returning to sit on the end of the bed, her shoulder leaning against the wall. I quickly shut the door behind me, since I knew she wouldn't want anyone to see her like this, least of all members of the Rebellion.

"What's wrong?" I asked, crossing the room carefully to sit beside her on the bed. She wouldn't look at me, just stared ahead with her arms crossed over her chest and her jaw clenched tight. Leia hated to cry, but I could tell she was holding back tears.

I didn't push her, just waited patiently, resting my shoulder gently against hers. I knew she'd tell me in her own time, and until then, I resolved to be completely and totally here for her.

"We lost six of our best pilots last week," she finally said, her voice hoarse and gravelly. She didn't break her blank stare at the wall. "A few days after that, operating on bad intel, we lost two spies undercover in the ranks of the Empire. Yesterday, an agent went into town on a supply run and went back to his base without realizing the Empire had picked up his trail. He led them right to the doorstep, and we lost the entire base."

I pursed my lips together, trying to fight my own negative reaction to her summary as I wrapped an arm around her shoulders. I knew we'd caught some bad breaks lately, but having it all laid out like that emphasized just how bad our last week had been.

"Everything we've accomplished, every bit of progress we've made, is at risk of coming crumbling down around us," she continued. "And I'm failing everyone. I haven't been able to stop it and I haven't been able to fix it. No matter what I do, we keep losing ground. I- I don't know how I'm going to make this Rebellion succeed."

I sighed, pulling Leia a little tighter to me. From the tone of her voice, I knew that last part was what really bothered her. That she'd failed, that she hadn't been able to wave a magic wand and fix things. She always put too much on herself.

"In the wise words of someone I love very much, Rebellions are built on hope. If you let that hope die out, Leia, that's the only way to make sure the Empire wins."

Leia shook her head, and I could tell she was about to protest, but I continued speaking before she could.

"Besides, babe, it's not all on you. One person cannot succeed against something like the Empire, not alone. But when we lean on each other, work together, put our faith in each other? That's when real change happens. And the Empire can try to shake that faith as much as they want, but as long as we keep believing and inspiring people to fight back, then they have no chance. Not really."

"I want to believe you," she said, her voice still a little hollower than I'd ever heard it before. "But I feel so useless."

"Leia. We can't do this on our own." Any of the softness was gone from my voice, and I turned to face Leia, holding her shoulders so she had to face me too. "If you keep putting the entire galaxy on your back and yours alone, you will be crushed under its weight. This last week has sucked, but just like the victories, we will shoulder the failures together and come out stronger on the other side. It will not be easy, and the road will not be short, but we will stand shoulder to shoulder and get this done."

Leia stared at me for a long, long moment. The spark of fire that I normally saw in her eyes had dimmed, but I made sure she could see it in mine. Leaning on each other meant staying strong when one of us was weak, and vice versa, so I did. I did not take my eyes away once, willing the fire and determination she'd first instilled in me to be rekindled in her.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Leia's head dipped in a small nod. The fire still wasn't burning anywhere near as bright as it normally did, but it had been replaced with a steely determination mirrored in the set of her jaw. She held my eyes for another few moments, then leaned forward quickly and kissed me, hard.

I kissed her back, my heart soaring, but she pulled away almost as soon as she'd leaned in. She gave me a small smile, the mischievous glimmer of a plan staring back at me, and I knew my Leia was back.

"Thank you, Y/N. I'm... I'm happy I have you to go through this with."

"Right back at you, babe."

She squeezed my hand and then stood, pulling me to my feet with her. She grinned, tugging me along with her towards the door to her room.

"Come on. Let's get out there and find a way to clean up this mess."

"Deal."

I slung an arm around her shoulders as we stepped into the hall, and then went back to the main workspace of the base side by side. Whatever else came our way, we would handle it. Together.

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Everything Taglist: @rosecentury

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[findmeinasunshower]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 3: 𝑫𝒊𝒏 𝑫𝒋𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏

word-count: 1.6k

summary: Din Djarin x senator!Reader. this is purely fluff.

warnings: small mentions of past injury. 

Part 1   ~    Part 2

You’re pulled into consciousness the next morning by the feel of Din’s warm arms wrapped around you. His breath ghosts over your ear in soft puffs with his every breath and a feeling of safety washes over you at the sensation. You’ve never shared a bed with anyone before — it’s a testament to the love and trust you hold for Din that you don’t wake up in a panic.

As if sensing you awaken, Din’s arms tighten around you and he presses a kiss to the shell of your ear. “Good morning, senator.”

You smack his arm where it’s banded across your stomach. “Rude.”

“Mm, sorry.” Din presses closer until you can feel the unarmored breadth of him flatten against your back. He breathes in your ear: “Good morning, orar.” You shudder as he presses another kiss to your ear, then to your jaw below it.

You curl your fingers around his forearm in an attempt to ground yourself, but can’t stop yourself from arching back into his touch. “How’s your neck?” you manage to gasp out.

“No pain,” he breathes between the kisses he lays down your neck. “Thank you.”

You flip over so you’re facing him, and are immediately filled with a bubbling glee to see Din’s face again. “Well, I am a pretty good nurse,” you tease and flick the edge of the bacta patch on his neck with your finger. Din smiles down at you, crooked yet sincere, and reaches out to interlace your fingers with his. You snuggle closer, lips turning up at the state of his hair, looking like a bird’s nest after a good night’s sleep.

After making sure Din wasn’t going to bleed out in the hull, you dragged yourself up to the cockpit and plotted the journey back to Coruscant. You then forced the Mandalorian into a well-deserved fifteen minutes in the refresher before the two of you collapsed into bed in the captain’s quarters.

Now, feeling much more alive than you did twelve hours ago, you reach out and begin to reorder his hair with his hands. Din sits still and allows you to separate the soft curls with your fingers before letting them fall back into place...and after everything you’ve been through with him, this moment, laying in bed with him while he watches you fix his bedhead, feels much more intimate than anything you’ve ever experienced before.

“I knew you were handsome,” you whisper. “But I didn’t realize just how much.” You watch with pleasure as Din’s cheeks flush at the comment. “A blushing Mandalorian?” you tease. “I’m pretty sure that’s against your Creed.”

“Not with my riduur, it isn’t,” Din rumbles, and your heart warms at the title. “Besides, it’s not something I usually have to worry about.”

“You’re not used to someone seeing you,” you say. “What other kind of faces do you make?”

Din raises his eyebrows he thinks, and you smile and file away the fact that he has smile lines away for later. “I...bite my lip a lot when I think.”

You laugh and cuddle closer to him, pressing your forehead against his. “Show me.” Din scowls even as he goes to comply, but you lean in and catch his lips with yours before he can close his mouth. You kiss him lazily and he responds in turn, no intention behind where you’re going beyond simply enjoying each other’s company. By the time Din pulls away to rest his chin on the top of your head, you’ve committed the feel and taste of him to memory.

He’s shaking slightly in your arms when you tug him closer, and you press a kiss to his collarbone in thanks for the vulnerability he’s shown you in the past twenty-four hours. For the gift he decided to bestow upon you.

You bury your nose into the front of his tunic and inhale deeply, relaxing at the familiar smell of your detergent and, most distinctly, of Din. Of musk and machine oil, and the taste of copper on your tongue that always coincides with safety.

And just like that, you drift back to sleep.

~*~

You take your time getting back to Coruscant — it’s a full three days before you drop out of hyperspace on approach of the planet’s atmosphere.

You look at Din the second the stars stop warping around you and ask: “How do I look?”

He takes a moment to finish toggling a few dials in preparation for landing before looking at you. Even through the helmet, you can feel the slow drag of his eyes from the top of your head to your toes and back again. He takes his time looking over the traditional robes of your planet, the hint of makeup to cover your split lip, and the carefully done updo you styled in the refresher this morning.

“Beautiful, as always,” is what he settles on before turning his visor back to the incoming planet. A part of you mourns the loss of his natural voice, but hearing a compliment come through Din’s familiar modulator still makes you shift delightedly. “I don’t know why you ask,” he continues.

The first thing you say when you see the planet’s surface approaching is: “Leia’s going to kill me.”

“Not if you show up with me. I’m very intimidating.”

He looks at you when you reach over to pat his beskar chest fondly. “Yes, you are. But you’re cute if you think Leia is intimidated by anything.”

Although you can’t see it, Din blinks once before sighing and turning back to the controls. “Point taken.”

You were right: The second the ship’s ramp is low enough for Senator Leia Organa to step up on, she’s stalking up to you with a look of righteous fury and barely-concealed fear on her face. Din steps aside so your friend can storm into your space, and you shoot him a look of betrayal. He shrugs. Leia grasps your shoulders and looks over you with shrewd brown eyes too quick to catch on the hastily-covered gash below your lip. Her eyes widen at the sight, and you stumble a little when she pulls you into a tight embrace.

You reach up and pat her immaculate braids reassuringly. “I’m okay.”

“Liar.”

“I am.”

“You’re not.”

“She is.”

You and Leia pull apart when Din chimes into the conversation, and he shifts his feet under both of your stares. “Senator (l/n) was very brave and managed to escape her attackers multiple times before I got there. The split lip is from where she collided with my armor when I stopped too quickly.”

Leia straightens her spine and nods. “And you, Mandalorian? Are you alright?”

Din dips his head in a nod. “Nothing I can’t survive in order to keep the Senator safe.”

You fight the blush that wants to come up at the double meaning in his words but manage to school your face back into neutrality when Leia looks back at you. “Thank you very much, Mandalorian. You’ve lived up to my brother’s words well.” Din nods once again. Leia looks back at you and takes your hand. “Now, it’s about time you—”

“—If you don’t mind, Senator Organa, I’d like a moment with Senator (l/n),” Din interrupts, nodding his head toward you.

Leia blinks. “Of course.” She shoots you a suspicious look before letting go of your hands. “I’ll meet you at the speeders, okay?” You nod and squeeze her fingers once more before watching her glide back down the ramp, much more graceful now than she was on her approach.

Din turns away the second Leia’s feet touch the landing pad, and you’re quick to follow after him. He’s silent as he leads you out of the hull and past the cockpit before turning the corner into the captain’s quarters.

You frown and follow him into the small room. “What—” You’re cut off when Din suddenly yanks off his helmet and pulls you in for a deep, deep kiss. He traps you back against the refresher door and kisses the air out of your lungs until your legs are so weak the only reason you’re still standing is because of your tight grip around his neck. Your Mandalorian has definitely learned a lot in the last few days, and you hum in satisfaction when you realize he’s making sure that you won’t forget the feel of him. The taste of him.

All you can do is hold on.

After not long enough, but too long not to be suspicious, Din pulls away. You cling to his broad shoulders as you catch your breath, reveling in the feel of the warm air between your two faces. Din licks his lips and gives you one last heated look before extracting himself from your arms and putting his helmet back on.

You find yourself trying to remember how to breathe.

You just manage to find your feet again when Din presses a small cloth bag into your hand, and you realize it’s the dirty clothes you’d been kidnapped in—his excuse for wanting a word with you. He dips his helmet to rest against your forehead once more before promising: “I’ll see you tonight for evening check.”

You nod, and you swear you can feel electricity spark from where his cool helmet touched your skin. “See you tonight,” you repeat.

You do not look back as he opens the door and walks with you off of the ship, handing the bag to one of your assistants before making sure you’re safe with Leia in the back of the covered speeder. Your friend gives him a knowing look just before the speeder pulls away, and Din finds himself swallowing down the intimidation.

That night, he doesn’t emerge from your quarters after evening check.

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[leia-organa-fics]

New one-shot set in my Sith!Luke and Jedi!Leia AU

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[walkawaytallblogs]

-----Excerpt from Chapter 11 - “Bonding Time”-----

After a long, long silence, Han returned to the pile of blades on the table, picking debris out of the hinge mechanism of an old-fashioned switchblade. Leia watched him work, mulling over what she wanted to ask him. She ran her thumb over the handle of her own vibroblade and finally asked, “How hard is it to kill someone in hand-to-hand combat?”

Chewie whined softly but didn’t say anything. When Leia looked at him, she got the feeling that he was lamenting her even having the thought. She reached over and patted his furry arm reassuringly.

Han looked up at her briefly before returning to the blade. “Easier than you want it to be.”

Leia bit her lip, considering the statement. “All killing is easier than I want it to be,” she said. It didn’t seem fair that taking lives as she had with a blaster on the Death Star had cost virtually no time or effort, that her entire planet and billions of beings had been obliterated with the push of a button, that even the deaths of everyone on the Death Star itself had all occurred because of a single shot from an X-wing.

“Yeah,” Han agreed, focusing on the knife in his hand. “Me too.”

Leia squinted at him, somewhat surprised by the admission. Han wasn’t bloodthirsty — he had never struck her as someone who was eager to hurt others — but he was a survivor, someone who she knew had taken lives to preserve his own. She knew smuggling was shady business, that those he might have referred to as friends or associates a year or two prior were just as likely to stab him in the back as they were to lend a helping hand. She had assumed that he was okay with it. The few times he had spoken of his past, there had always been the heavy implication that anything that led to his survival was justifiable, that he didn’t have complex emotions about any of it as long as he and Chewie made it out alive. Leia wondered if some distance from the type of chaos that ruled his former life had led to a reevaluation of his feelings on the topic.

Not that she would be asking Han Solo of all people about his feelings.

#title: purpose of heritage #star wars fanfic #star wars fanfiction #leia organa fanfiction #princess leia fanfiction #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #longfic #wip #my fic

[vandervoiz]

I wrote a fic! It's about Leia, Luke, and Vader.

Summary:

Leia awakens in someone's warm hold, their steady pace nearly lulling her back to sleep. It must be her father, Bail, carrying her to bed after a long night and getting ready to tuck her in. His hold is gentle and after all the work she has been doing for the Rebellion, it's nice to feel safe and at home.

She doesn't remember him ever wearing leather and armorweave, however.

Tags: General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Gen

Relationships: Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker, Luke Skywalker & Darth Vader, Bail Organa & Leia Organa, Breha Organa & Leia Organa

Characters: Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader

Additional Tags: POV Leia Organa, Leia Organa Needs a Hug, but not like this, Darth Vader Lives, Minor Leia Organa/Han Solo, Non-Consensual Touching, Mistaken Identity, for like a minute - Freeform, Post-Star Wars: Return of the Jedi, Good Parents Bail Organa and Breha Organa, Darth Vader Tries, the results are mixed, Mentioned Owen Lars, Light Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, no epic lows and highs tho its all pretty moderate

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[galacticwildfire]

Hope Chapter One Excerpt

Poe Dameron x Solo!oc

Hey guys, I plan on uploading very soon, life's just been chaotic as all hell recently, the fic's been rewritten quite drastically from what it was a few years ago to follow the current canon and I'm excited. The first few chapters are a prequel of sorts from when Hope is 16/17, following Leia being outed as Vader's daughter and then the temple fire and all those solo/skywalker family dynamics. Then it will time jump to the Poe Dameron comics when she's going on 21 and they meet and well, Leia is equally mortified and moved by the stark reminder of what her and Han were like when they were young.

Here's an excerpt from the first chapter.

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28 ABY 

I stand by my mother's side as they unveil a statue of her adoptive father Bail Organa, honouring his memory here on Hosnian Prime since there is no Alderaan left for it to stand on.

She is stoic as always but I feel the ache that's never disappeared and reach for her hand. She stills at the touch but takes it, allowing herself to show the rare public emotion as she holds her daughter's hand here in the sight of the senate.

Her voice is quiet, for only me to hear "Do you see the divide?" I look at the crowd but she just shakes her head. "Not physically, ideologically. Between the Centrists and the Populists. It's just growing deeper by the day. This right here Hope is what those final days before the senate was dissolved felt like, glossy ceremony covering the breakdown of government."

Her words startle me and I try to assure her "People will always be divided, but now there isn't an emperor trying to dissolve democracy."

"Not yet at least," she remarks and I know to some ears she would sound paranoid, but she knows better than any the signs of corruption, of instability.

She is given the signal that it is time for her speech and her pod moves forward from the stands, I stand behind her clad in white with my braided hair carefully arranged atop my head as her understudy, her successor, standing here with her as she once stood with Bail Organa when she began serving alongside him in the senate.

Her voice is strong, articulate, but when is it anything other than that? 

"I stand before you not only as a senator, but as Bail Organa's daughter." Luke has always said without reservation his father was Anakin Skywalker, a Jedi Knight, but my mother would sooner cut out her tongue than ever say Anakin Skywalker was her father above Bail Organa. It's known well enough by now who her parents were, but in her heart her true one's died on Alderaan. "And yet everything I have done in my career has been rooted in the valuable lessons he taught me about courage, about strength, about leadership." She looks at me as she says "Lessons I now teach my own daughter, one of the many children that are the legacy of the Rebellion and the future of our galaxy."

Many would forget my mom has two children, sometimes it feels almost as if Ben is hidden away whilst I've taken on a role that he was never considered for. I've never dared say it but I know there is a reason for it, even if they would never admit it to us, but I'm not as blind to the shadow that hovers over him as they'd like me to be.

A shadow that hovers over us both.

Her next words are dulled out by the feeling of a hundred thousand eyes on us, although most are on her I can feel enough on me to make me nervous, the daughter and successor of the most beloved and controversial senator there is, a rebel hero, a princess of a planet that no longer exists, remembered now by its survivors scattered across the galaxy, survivors who also call me princess out of affection for Leia's little girl.

Mom was fourteen when she began working with her father in the senate, the same age my grandmother was when she became queen, it feels like I've blossomed late by only continuing the tradition of entering politics at 16 and yet I still feel like I'm a child. A child who wants to be with her brother at the temple training, or with her father co-piloting the Falcon with no end in sight. I ache for the skies and yet I'm weeks from finishing university on Naboo and officially joining my mother not just as an understudy but as a junior legislator. She could not be more proud and yet it leaves me as hollow as it has left her.

I love her, but Dad and I have both seen the toll shouldering a rebellion and then a fledgling government has taken, a responsibility that is my legacy, but standing here now I know I will never be her. Perhaps it's an inkling in the force or simply reason, but I know I will never follow the legacy her birth mother had unknowingly passed to her, and now to me. I am not a queen, nor a princess, and certainly not a senator.

I can see the past so clearly and yet when I look into the future all I see is uncertainty.

Her words calling for action in the senate are interrupted by the x-wings flying overhead as the military show begins and I know I would much rather be up there in the sky where I belong than down here.

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[ivorydragoness44]

Imagine going on a mission for the Rebellion with Leia Organa:

“That went well,“ you smiled as Leia secured the data-chip in her pocket.

She looked up to say something, but stopped.

The pair of you whipped your heads around to the sound of fast approaching footsteps. Leia groaned.

“I think they found us,“ you winced.

“Run. Don’t look back,“ Leia instructed.

Taking off at a full sprint, you were grateful that you could keep up.

Leia was fast, and somehow always knew what to do.

“At least we got the plans!“ You shouted over the blasterfire

“Not if we don’t make it out of this mess!“

Running to the shipping dock, you took a detour over a large assortment of storage crates. It was nearly a wall at a certain point. A perfect obstacle to keep the troopers at a distance.

You took a breath as Leia surveyed your surroundings. “On the bright-side...we’re well out of range.“

The blaster-bolt scorching the corner of a crate said otherwise.

“Never-mind,“ you stood wide-eyed.

“Get to the ship,“ Leia said, pulling at your arm.

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[dailydragon08]

Thinking of starting a little series of how the OT gang would react to different scenarios (like preferences/quick headcanons for Leia, Han, Lando, Luke, Chewie, and the droids) if anyone’s interested and wants to send an ask or request, whether romantic (minus Chewie and the droids, obviously) or platonic!

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[walkawaytall]

wip wednesday

Han stepped off the ramp, closing the distance between them and Leia’s heart jumped into her throat. He gave her a curious, bemused look and touched her cheek. “Been working on ships today?”

Leia was fairly certain her heart stopped altogether, or maybe switched rhythms. Tachycardia. I am experiencing tachycardia. That’s not concerning at all. Han applied a fair amount of pressure to her cheek with his hand, pulling her away from her attempts to further diagnose herself with a heart condition, and lifted his hand away from her face, emphatically raising a grease-coated thumb in her sightline.

He had been wiping a stain off her cheek.

Get it together, Organa.

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[cannibalizedyke]

🤍leia organa masterlist🤍

key: ❤︎︎ - fluff, ☁︎︎ - angst, ★ - smut

coming soon!

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[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Fic: "Sand Of Time"

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Fandom: Star Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi

Rating: No Rating

Category: Gen

Relationship(s): Obi-Wan Kenobi & Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker

Summary: Out of the middle of the Jutland Wastes, on Tatooine, Leia and Luke happen to meet.

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[steggyistruelovefanfiction]

The Children of Anakin Skywalker Support Group.

Author: steggyistruelove

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Original Trilogy, Star Wars: Rebels

Relationships: Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano

Characters: Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano

Additional Tags: Fix-It of Sorts, First Meetings, Siblings, They're siblings okay?

Language: English

Published: 2023-09-26

Words: 983

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Ahsoka meets Luke and Leia the first time, and they have more in common than they realize.

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[fanfic-obsessed]

Knowing

I have just had the worst, or best, brainwave and I need to share it. 

Here is an AU for you.

Vader thinks that he killed his wife and child, right?

Right up until he meets little Leia Organa when she is 10 years old. Like his one brain cell woke the fuck up when he was confronted with a passionate, angry little girl with Padme’s eyes and his chin. This is maybe a month after she was kidnapped and returned to Alderaan. Leia decides that she would need to learn how to be a senator and insists that Bail takes her with him to the next session of the imperial senate.  

Bail does not want to bring her to the imperial senate. However he knows very well who her birth parents were, it is either Bail brings Leia to the Imperial Senate or Leia brings Leia to the Imperial Senate, probably bringing with her someone she really shouldn’t (Like actual Obi Wan Kenobi-I just want you to picture for a moment, because Bail certainly did, looking up and realizing that Leia is charging down the halls outside his office, dragging with her a bemused and sandy Obi Wan, both in badly conceived disguises).

Bail is super stressed as he tries to run a rebellion while riding herd on his well meaning but very direct 10 year old daughter on top of his normal duties as an imperial senator. Bail is also very afraid that the moment the Emperor sees Leia, he will make the connection between Leia and Padme Amidala (The emperor does not socialize with the senate any longer, thank the stars). He has no idea that Vader was once Anakin Skywalker, so has no cause to be more careful than normal (because Vader) about Vader seeing Leia. As such Bail does not even notice when Vader stops to consider them from the shadows. Leia is haranguing another planet’s senatorial aide who had chosen the wrong moment to make a bigoted joke. 

Vader is very abruptly, though mentally, thrown back to this very hallway 12 years earlier where he watched his wife do the same thing, for the same reason, possibly to this same aide. Though Leia is still a child and Padme was an adult, he can still see his wife in this little girl.

The realization that this is Padme’s child hits him with the force of a Ventanor. Followed immediately, before he even realized that this meant that his child was standing in front of him, by the soul deep knowledge that she must be protected from the Emperor at all costs. 

Vader had known for years that his suit had been designed to cause him more pain, he just thought he deserved it. The thought of Palpatine getting ahold of Padme’s daughter was abhorrent. Vader sticks to the shadows and watches, seeing how well Bail loved and protected Leia. 

While he is thinking(read Obsessing) about his daughter, the part of him that is always centered on Obi Wan points out that his old master had been one of the last people to see Padme after Vader choked her. But the little voice that spoke in Padme’s tones piped up, the shock of Leia living being enough to finally make this little voice loud enough to be heard, saying that until recently Obi Wan believed that Anakin Skywalker was all the way dead, he was protecting their child as best as he knew how. 

And Vader has issues with just about every choice Obi Wan Kenobi ever made. But he will admit that hiding Padme’s daughter was the best option. 

As Vader knows that paying too much attention to Leia would draw the Emperor’s attention, he would be willing to wait until the right moment to get his daughter back. His one concession to his need to protect her was taking one of his personal guard, one of the few units still made up almost entirely of clones, and assigning them to be Leia Organa’s bodyguard, her shadow (I also want you to take a moment to consider what that did for Bail’s stress level).  And then Vader gets to planning. 

With his one brain cell awake and focused on the Organa’s it takes Vader all of 15 minutes to realize that Bail Organa is running the Rebellion (I want it to be clear, this is not a slight on Bail at all, Anakin Skywalker was a war general, well educated through the Jedi on a number of subjects, and does have a fair measure of politics learning from both his former master and his dead wife).  However Vader is no more loyal to the Empire than Anakin was to the Republic.  In fact, upon realizing that Padme’s daughter had lived Vader firmly decided that he needed to find a way to kill Palpatine to crown Leia.  With the realization that Bail, and likely Leia (neither Vader nor Anakin have any idea what activities are appropriate for a 10 year old), are part of the Rebellion, Vader decides that The Rebellion would succeed (or everyone would die trying). 

Note: Vader only really gets away with no one realizing that he now supported the Rebellion because, well, no one can quite believe that Darth Vader supports the Rebellion. Most people think there is a new type of Space Madness, and that one of the symptoms is hallucinating Darth Vader giving you intel for the Rebellion.

By the time Leia was a teenager, rumors abound about the odd way that Vader acted around her. By sheer happenstance (and some judicial violence on Vader’s part) these rumors had never reached the Emperor. A good deal of these rumors implied that Vader was looking to the Princess of Alderaan as a wife.  The reaction Vader had, the only time it was brought up in front of him, was…impressive, even for the amount of violence he normally dealt out. Still there are members of Vader’s personal guard who watch over Leia whenever she is on Imperial Center, and no one wants to repeat the time when she was 12 when one of Bail enemies tried to kidnap her for ransom.  It took an entire corps of engineers to put those levels back to rights (after they scrubbed the blood off).  

So we get all the way up to the timeframe of ANH. The Death Star in this does not start out under the control of Darth Vader. It starts out under the control of Tarkin, it is important to note this. Leia still sends out R2D2 and C3P0 to find Obi Wan Kenobi, none of that part changes. 

It is after Leia is captured that Darth Vader shows up (does he lurk silently in any system that Leia is due to be in as often as he can get away with…why yes, yes he does). Tarkin had wanted Leia tortured, however no one wanted to find out how many decks Vader would spread their entrails across for touching her.  Vader arrives on the bridge just as Tarkin is threatening to blow up Alderaan. Tarkin orders the weapon to begin its charge. 

Leia, Leia who is so like her mother in that she will use every weapon in her arsenal, turns to Darth Vader and speaks to him for the first time. ‘Please’ she said, no effort to hide her distress, ‘please save my planet’

Something Leia had no cause to know-An angel who she resembled once thanked Anakin Skywalker for saving her planet. 

Tarkin is dead almost before she finishes speaking. Vader orders the DS weapons to power down and disengage, which is done post haste. Then announces that Leia Organa was now in control. 

So Leia now owns a Death Star (genuine article-never used). Leia is not sure if that is how this works, but no one is arguing with the tall man in black who has OPINIONS and will enforce them.  Leia manages to communicate this to her parents, who take a shuttle up to the space station to figure out what the fuck is going on, and what, if anything, they need to do next.

Two hours later: Obi Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, R2D2, C3P0, and Chewbacca have just been caught trying to sneak onto the Death Star. The Organas are still on board, trying to get answers (In that time Vader has said precisely five words to them ‘You have raised her well’).  It is to this room that the troopers manning the station (who are deeply confused and a bit conflicted because it seems like they may have all been forcibly defected from the Empire, but no one is willing to disobey Lord Vader) bring Obi Wan and co. and present them to Leia, as she is considered in command.  Somehow Luke’s full name (I kind of picture him still dumbly introducing himself to Leia, followed with ‘we’re here to rescue you’) gets used before the situation deteriorates. Which naturally causes everything to deteriorate further and faster than before.  

Far away on Imperial Center, the Emperor pauses in the middle of a hallway ‘I feel’ he says to no one ‘a disturbance in the Force.’ another pause ‘like some shit has just hit the fan’

Far away on Dagobah Yoda looks up, ‘weird, shit just got’

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