Harley Quinn as a twi'lek.

I’ve had this idea/sketch for AWHILE now. Playing with a setting for Harls in a Star Wars AU. I should actually write down the backstory I have sometime

more-gremlin-than-fae:

esper-aroon:

attilarrific:

moonbelowsea:

attilarrific:

moonbelowsea:

attilarrific:

So I was thinking about Star Wars and The Untamed—as you do—and not to be like, “hot take,” but regardless of who went dark side in canon, Wei Wuxian would actually make a much, much better Jedi than Lan Wangji would.

hey OP these are some fantastically thought provoking tags please tell us more???

#actually he’d make a better jedi than most mdzs characters  #lxc might be okay but other than that  #and i mean i can’t think of a way to do a star wars au off the top of the head  #partly because i would want wwx to end up using the dark side because canon  #and uhhhhhhh bisexual disaster brain says yiling laozu hot  #but that really doesn’t work  #because genuinely in star wars canon he does not have the right personality to go to the dark side  #and again  #weirdly  #lwj DOES  #but i don’t tend to be that into role reversal aus so that’s not how i’d write it  #anyway  #JUST A THOUGHT  #modao zushi  

WITH PLEASURE, @moonbelowsea. I mean, that was a wild 4am brainwave, but I mostly stand by it anyway? SO LET’S TALK ABOUT JEDI.

(Also, this is gonna have spoilers by implication for anyone who hasn’t finished the show/book, so read with caution! And the spoiler will be for something that, from the bottom of my heart, I, someone who cares about spoilers not at all, would encourage you to remain unspoiled for.)

So first off, in the Star Wars universe, there is no way to recreate the circumstances that had Wei Wuxian inventing demonic cultivation in canon. You cannot take away someone’s access to the Force without also taking away their access to the Dark Side. In the immortal words of Han Solo, “That’s not how the Force works.” And if that’s true, then Wei Wuxian doesn’t end up in a situation where the only option available to him is his single-plank bridge, because either the Force is there or the Dark Side also isn’t. Yeah, sure, the Dark Side is dubiously more powerful than the Force, but I don’t think that matters much, because the Force is pretty damn powerful, and…

Wei Wuxian has never loved anything so much that he’s unwilling to lose it. He’s not ‘attached’ to anything. There’s a lot of stuff and people he loves very much, but never in a particularly possessive way, and never in a way that supplants his other goals. Wei Wuxian will fight to the ends of the earth and to his own destruction, but only for moral imperatives. Things he’s willing to give up: his golden core, his family, his home, his reputation, literally everything he has. He fights to save the Wens not because he doesn’t want to live without them, but because it’s the right thing to do. He doesn’t even know most of them. And when he does, he loses pretty much everything he has, which, so we’re clear, no one else is willing to do.

There’s no possessive side to his love, nothing that he clings to when the only other option is letting go of his moral absolutes. You can make an argument that his inventing demonic cultivation is this on its own—that his use of an ethically dubious method to preserve his life and save the cultivation world from the Wens is comparable to going to the Dark Side for similar reasons (save the galaxy from the Wens, etc)—but again, I don’t think that’s necessarily a useful comparison, because you can’t replicate it based on Star Wars canon.

LAN WANGJI, ON THE OTHER HAND. Lan Wangji’s love is deeply possessive (and not just in a kinky way, though, you know, that too). He’s incredibly attached to Wei Wuxian; he’s willing to go to incredible lengths to keep from losing him a second time. This turns out to be fine, because Wei Wuxian is, without a doubt, a good person and someone who deserves to be saved, but I don’t think that’s at the forefront of Lan Wangji’s mind—this is more explicit in book canon, but when they first (re)meet at Dafan Mountain and Jiang Cheng tries to hit Wei Wuxian with Zidian to force his soul out of the body he assumes Wei Wuxian is forcibly possessing, Lan Wangji blocks the strike. Zidian doesn’t work anyway because Wei Wuxian got resurrected via sacrifice, but Lan Wangji would have no reason to block it if he thought that—he assumes Wei Wuxian is forcibly possessing Mo Xuanyu (a Bad Thing) and therefore moves to prevent him being removed.

I’m not even a little bit saying this makes Lan Wangji a bad person (it’s actually a personality trait I’m extremely fond of in fictional characters), but I am saying that being willing to do morally dubious things to prevent the loss of people you love (another book thing, but saving Wei Wuxian after the massacre at the Nightless City is frankly another example of this) is literally exactly what turned Anakin into Darth Vader in canon. Lan Wangji has no interest in vengeance (except on a very petty and non-violent level), which is a point in his favor and definitely lessens the possibility of him turning to the Dark Side, and he’s got enough self-restraint that I’m not saying it’s a done deal, but.

Lan Wangji is the kind of character who would be an amazing Jedi, held up as a shining example to all, up until the point at which circumstances conspire to fuck Wei Wuxian over and he becomes a Sith Lord without warning, leaving people all around him going, “What? Him? Him???”

Wei Wuxian, on the other hand, is the kind of guy who spends days in the Jedi vaults inspecting Sith holocrons and having terrible ideas and being disapproved of for being too reckless and emotional (though he actually isn’t? Lan Wangji is way more likely to make a choice based on emotions than Wei Wuxian is—this is why Wei Wuxian is a better Jedi), but then when it comes right down to it, his interest is purely academic. The Dark Side can’t touch him.

I mean, to be fair, in Star Wars, your fellow Jedi can sense some of your feelings—so instead, Lan Wangji is always being reminded to chill and be more like Wei Wuxian, and other than Wei Wuxian’s distressing tendency to yeet himself out of speeders and go in without a plan, he’s the one the Council treats as the Perfect Jedi. And everyone around who isn’t a Jedi is just sitting there like, “What the fuck. What the actual fuck. How is this the dynamic. How does that guy need to calm down. THAT OTHER GUY JUST JUMPED OFF A BUILDING SCREAMING, ‘COME AT ME, WENS.’ What the fuck.”

WHY do you keep hiding delicious goodness in the tags, @attilarrific.why.

THE TAGS:  #i have a lot of feelings about star wars and mdzs okay #and lwj isn’t like #inevitably going to become a sith lord #he’s a lot harder to manipulate than anakin for one thing #and he’s got more self-control #but he’s definitely the kind of jedi the council is always a little worried about #who always kind of has the dark side hovering at his edges #because he’s too emotional! #he can’t accept his feelings and release them into the force! #and under the right circumstances #yeah #between the two of them #he’s the one who’d become a sith lord #modao zushi #meta 

THIS WAS ALL SO AMAZING. fascinating and well thought out and oh my god??? I loved reading it SO MUCH and it’s SUCH a wonderful and extremely well thought out look into their characterizations??? I want to print it out and carry it around with me for a while and see if a crossover comes fully formed out of the ether out of sheer obsessive will

although I’ll argue, for the sake of argument, that if we WANT to keep the original societal dynamic (aka LWJ considered to be shining paragon and WWX the Fall risk), we could take away the part where Jedi can feel each other tendencies and emotions (I don’t read a lot of Star Wars fic but I haven’t seen that used before in what I’ve read, so I’m pretty sure it’s optional, and actually where did you get it from?, it sounds super interesting!)

EITHER POSSIBILITY SOUNDS AMAZING AND HILARIOUS THOUGH. I now need 30 different crossovers with each exploring a different possible interpretation.

more things to say, um. did I already mention I am in awe of the characterization you’ve teased out when constructing the crossover possibilities? because I am. that was fantastic. thank you for writing it out.

Lan Wangji’s more morally dubious personality traits are something that are very very near and dear to my heart and which are actually fairly difficult to properly explore and it’s incredible to see them so clearly written out here. thank you.

finally, something that I shamefully refrained from saying to the original post but I definitely should have: Yiling Laozu is indeed smoking hot.

he shouldn’t be. he’s a disaster.

possibly that adds to the hotness tho.

@moonbelowsea:although I’ll argue, for the sake of argument, that if we WANT to keep the original societal dynamic (aka LWJ considered to be shining paragon and WWX the Fall risk), we could take away the part where Jedi can feel each other tendencies and emotions (I don’t read a lot of Star Wars fic but I haven’t seen that used before in what I’ve read, so I’m pretty sure it’s optional, and actually where did you get it from?, it sounds super interesting!)

Did I…did I make that up? *searches memory frantically* IS THAT NOT A THING? I have read a lot of Star Wars fic, but to be fair, it’s been a while; it hasn’t been a main fandom of mine in years. And now that I’m thinking about it…it might mostly be a thing in master/padawan bonds? (Either in canon or fanon, I regularly lose track of which is which with Star Wars.)

But if it’s only a master/padawan thing (or maybe I’m just making all of this up, damn, I’m going to have to go back and read more SW fic), that provides a THIRD FUNNY POSSIBILITY, which is:

The Jedi Council fucking loves Lan Wangji, clearly the perfect Jedi, so calm, so at peace, so one with the Force—except for his original Jedi Master, who’s just standing there going, “WHAT CALM. Can you guys not tell that that kid is three mean comments from Jin Zixun and a bad hair day for Wei Wuxian away from becoming Darth Wei-Ying-Protection-Squad???” And the Jedi Council is always saying to Wei Wuxian, you know, “Quit being like this, you must,” but his Jedi Master is like, “Nah, he’s good. We’ve got nothing to worry about. You keep doing you, kid. I mean, maybe stop jumping out of moving vehicles, that shit stresses me out, please don’t die, but don’t worry about your feelings, your feelings are solid.”

(I have no idea who their Jedi Masters are. MDZS canon suggests Lan Qiren and Jiang Fengmian as the most obvious options, but a) that gets into family dynamics we can’t have, and b) I’m actually very into the idea that an aged-up Lan Xichen is Lan Wangji’s Jedi Master, even though we’ve still got the family dynamic issue. But he’s the guy who Knows Lan Wangji.)

But yeah—Lan Wangji, dude who loves possessively and dwells on every little thing and has never let a single thing go in his Entire Life? Definitely on track to be corrupted by the Dark Side. Wei Wuxian, guy who’s always cheerful and gives stuff up whenever it’s required of him and can’t even remember Jin Zixun’s name? He’s gonna be fine.

(Also: Yiling Laozu thirst solidarity!!!)

This is so on point, I love everything about this because you’reright – Wei Wuxian is the furthest thing from Sith material. Lan Wangji, on the other hand, probably spends his whole life right up against the edge of losing control and Falling.

But! I think there is a way for Wei Wuxian to turn to the Dark Side and that would make him probably the most interesting Sith in the history of the Sith. Because there’s one Sith-esque thing that Wei Wuxian does in canon: take revenge. When he goes after Wen Chao, he’s vicious far beyond what duty or moral imperatives demand of him, and when the Wens are killed, he does let his grief and anger control him. I would argue that, both time, it’s a kind of righteous fury – based on the injustices and crimes committed – but Wei Wuxian’s love for those who’ve been hurt definitely drives him beyondthat.

Now, we could argue that he’d never gotten to that state without the influence of resentful energy/demonic cultivation and that’s a good point. However, some of Star Wars canon – some books in the extended universe I think – suggests that jedi can be basically tortured into Falling. Not sure how exactly this works; enough Dark Side influence around them, enough torment, and it destabilises a jedi’s mental balance? They become so desperate to escape their suffering they stop caring? They lose their minds and the ability to distinguish between Dark and Light?

Whichever way it works, consider: the Burial Mounds as a Dark Side seeped Sith Temple where Wei Wuxian is held prisoner and tortured until he breaks.

Except this is Wei Wuxian, who embodies the idea of detachment and duty to the point that self-sacrifice is not even a question for him. He’s not going to Fall to save himself. Maybe, if he truly goes insane – maybe then. Maybe he’s told his friends are dead and the Temple razed to the ground and in that Dark-infested place his righteous anger gets away from him. Or maybe they tell him that’s what will happend, maybe they dangle their plans in front of him, and it’s the desperation that drives him over the edge.

Maybe even this: Wei Wuxian, who’s spent his youth poring over ancient texts on the Dark Side and the Sith and knows more about them than a dozen average jedi combined, takes a calculated risk and chooses to fall. He’ll play his jailers for fools and get out of there – and then figure out a way to unFall.

(Did I write all this bc I fell in love with the idea of a jedi Wei Wuxian being academically interested in the Dark Side and then using his knowledge to make a controlled Fall? No, I’m also stuck on the image of Lan-always-two-steps-from-going-Sith-and-knowing-it-Wangji finding out about it and just being utterly horrified. This is not what was supposed to happen; Lan Wangji is the one at-risk, not Wei Wuxian. He hadn’t even thought to worry about Wei Wuxian turning!)

I’ve been mulling this since the first time I saw this post and I think you coulddo Lan Qiren as Lan Wangji’s Jedi Master - they’re a bad fit but since when has that stopped anyone? - and story-wise it makes it muchmore likely that LWJ will go Dark Side if his own Master oversteps by telling him to restrain his emotions at the wrong time (or teaches emotional restraint instead of acceptance and letting go, make them a different branch of Jedi or whatever). Meanwhile, Wei Wuxian’s Master should be Baoshan Sanren - she mentored his mom back in the day before she left the Jedi to marry Wei Changze and Cangse got a message out before she died (killed by a Sith or whatever, idk) so that her old mentor would come and get her kid.

The Jiang family took care of him for awhile until Baoshan Sanren showed up, and that’s how JC ends up a Jedi, as well.

This delights me because it gives us Baoshan Sanren & Lan Qiren as Masters who hate each other, because of History and not just because they are diametrically opposed in their approach to force handling and emotions, in the background of Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian training together because Reasons. Maybe shoving their students into cross-training with each other is the Jedi Council version of a get-along shirt, idk.

Boba Fett x Reader

A/N:A short little something for our King, Boba Fett.

You knew Boba better than anyone.

He was the kind of man who was proud. Proud of the Kingdom he had built, of the power he holds in hands and of the woman by his side, you.

Boba Fett was the kind of man who liked to show you off to the people, one, to show that he had such a beautiful wife and two, that his wife was pregnant.

The little girl growing under your heart was Boba Fett’s pride and joy. He couldn’t wait to see his daughter, hold her, feed her and then later, teach her everything his father taught him.
You were out in the gardens, walking with Fennec enjoying the sun on your skin.

“You should be resting.” came the voice of your husband from behind you.

“It’s fine, Dear, I cannot sit around all day.” Fennec decided to leave you two alone as she headed back to the castle.

“You could give birth at any moment, you need to rest.”

“I am resting. Resting my mind and getting some fresh air, she needed it too.” you said as you placed a hand on your huge stomach.

He shakes his head before locking his arms with you. He knew that he could never win an argument with you, so he decided to join you on your walk.

Protecting you from even the smallest little bug.

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omiishii:

Star Wars au…. Sith apprentice sakusa

“Mother Talzin, more like grandmother Talzin. Am I right or am I right?”

The stranger is incredibly pregnant, her belly nearly popping out of clothing she had been wearing for most of her time on the road with Ventress.

Mother Talzin looked somewhere between exasperated and excited. “Which of my sons?”

“The one that still has a dick?”

More of the Jedi Ventress AU for @oh-great-authoress

“Since I won our last sparring match, does that mean I should get your Council seat?” Asajj teased, giving Obi-Wan a playful shove.

“I don’t recall conceding that fight,” Obi-Wan argued. “We just had to give up the practice hall to Cin’s class,” he reminded her.

She rolled her eyes. “Please. I disarmed you and had your saber under my heel. What tactic were you going to try, charm?”

“Would it have worked?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Kenobi.”

He paused for a moment, stroking his beard as if seriously considering the situation. “All right, then, yes. You won, you deserve my place.”

“You agreed to that much too quickly.”

“Incidentally, there’s a meeting in half an hour. It won’t be long – four hours at most,” he continued cheerfully. “Since I’m free now, I suppose I’ll get a cup of tea and spend the afternoon in the Archives…”

“Hilarious.”

“I know you’re kidding,” Ky interjected, putting a hand warmly on Asajj’s shoulder. “But you’d be a great asset to the Council. You are clever and wise, and you know more about life on the Rim than most Knights twice your age. I hope you’ll give it due thought when the offer comes up.”

“Ky, you are embarrassing me,” she deflected, laughing lightly. “And what do you mean, when?”

A friend asked about Roman AU,

So the Senate but the Roman Senate, and a Praetorian Guard Anakin.

nevertheless-moving:

i never posted the exhaustive but incomplete timeline of the pop star wars au i made did I

POP STAR WARS INCOMPLETE TIMELINE

(sidenote - this is one of my crackiest, most self-indulgent aus (it says a lot about my aus that ‘Obi-Wan Kenobi Time Travels and becomes Space Hannah Montana and this somehow generates an ungodly cash flow’ is not for sure my MOST cracky au. why did i develop this much plot detail. is this a sign of mental instability.)

Preview:

agentsofoakenshiield:

This Is B.K//obi-wan kenobi’s musings from whatever glitter bog he crawled from.

OR: the ever-evolving playlist of songs mentioned in conjecture with @nevertheless-moving’s au where a time traveling ben kenobi funds his anti-sith machinations by… becoming a galactic music sensation. yep. it’s brilliant.

(send me an ask if you would like me to add any songs to the playlist!!)

literally only watched the first episode but good lord the vibes between owen and obi-wan are just SO rancid i love it so much its even more painful than i imagined

kenobi didn’t just make a sad little model spaceship, he was inspired to make it while sadly watching luke from sad little space bincoculars AND he spent like all his none money on it, and he bought the parts from the jawa who regularly steals from him AND he delivered it in the middle of the night!! it was so sad! it was so sweet! and then OWEN THREW IT BACK AT HIMasfdjlkghadlfkfm dying. that’s right owen!! fucking kick him while he’s down!! i love it so much!!!!

desperately want an au where owen and beru and obi-wan survive, and all go to yavin together. all i want from this au is owen and obi-wan having to spend time with each other, because, you know, luke. and i want owen to NEVER let up on Obi-Wan. Just constantly ruthlessly drag the famous jedi in front of the entire rebellion and the force itself

owen: you fucker. you absolutefucker.
ben: i assume you’re talking to me.
owen: I TOLD you to stay away from luke! look what you did! look at what you’ve done!
ben:to be fair he came to me, and—
owen:so you immediately gave him a laser sword??? what the fuck is wrong with you?
ben:I—
owen: this is why i didn’t want you around! literally the first time you talked to him my house burnt down!
ben: that—
owen: and then you IMMEDIATELY told him that DARTH VADER killed his father? is that even true? you never even mentioned vader when you first brought him!!
ben: ah—
luke: you brought me to my aunt and uncle?
owen: and then you fucking put him in the SAME ROOM AS VADER? Are you trying to get him killed or are you just a moron?
ben: that wasn’t…that wasn’t—
owen:get off this planet and stay the hell away from my family
ben: right, right, i’ll just—i’ll just go—
mon mothma, general akbar, luke skywalker, etc: 
mon mothma, general akbar, luke skywalker, etc: WAIT DON’T ACTUALLY LEAVE—
Owen: stay out of this!

Yooo I got a lightsaber at comic con, so now all I can think about is KidnapFam StarWars AU

“And suddendly I thought , ”

Commission for @michidreamer and her incredible Star Wars!AU of Good Omens!

(Please don’t repost)

chibifukurou:

Give me a story where Qui-gon survives, but at the cost of Obi-wan losing an arm and his legs. A mirror image to the loss Vader suffers.

Let me see all that physical pain and adaption that Lucas loves to put into his villains turned into something light and amazing.

Let Anakin see the Jedi’s hypocrisy when they cast Obi-Wan out because he’s angry and in pain and they say he can’t access the living force anymore. When Obi-Wan always favored the unifying force anyway.

Let him ask why they fear he’ll go dark and see the parallels to slaver ‘mercy’ when they free slaves too weak or injured to work because it isn’t worth paying slave tax on them and you have to pay a fine if you kill off your slaves in order to dodge taxes.

Because the Jedi don’t have money or things. When he gets cast out all Obi-Wan will have are the robes on his back, a lifetime of fighting skills, and mounting debt as he tries to get prosthetics and pain management.

All Jedi who leave the order go grey or dark is a self fulfilling prophecy when you toss them out without trade skills or money.

Let me see a Anakin who picks a path with Obi-Wan still. Two gray force users. Making a life for themselves of the fringe of society, freeing slaves, learning to force heal and build prosthetics. All with the queens of Naboo and Mandalores quiet and unofficial backing. Dodging Jedi and Sith interference at every turn.

Until one day they stumble on a planet in the middle of nowhere and are shown thousands of slave children waiting to be sent to die for the Republic and the Jedi they are trained to serve.

They steal them away a little at a time. Covert opps they tell anyone that asks. And when they check the boys for slave chips and oh do they find them.

Palpatine doesn’t even know his plans have gone astray until it explodes all over the net that a thousand fighters have appeared out of no where to destroy the Hutt empire. All the slaves are free and any system wanting to break from republic rule are free to petition to join the new alliance. Naboo and Mandalore are some of the first to join.

There are all the clones he had planned to use against the Jedi along with the chosen one and his mentor who have remained annoyingly too hidden for Palpatine to gain control of.

And here are Yoda and Mace faced with two men who they cast aside as too broken and likely to fall. Now shining in the force so brightly that is has cleared away shatterpoints and the ever encroaching sith influence.

And lots of days Obi-Wan is in too much pain to leave his bed and Anakin is so angry his aura rolls in like a thunderstorm darkening the very force around him. But that’s okay because the force is not a power limited by emotion or trauma no matter what some religions may say.

♥DabiHawks Week Day 6:Sci-fi AU!♥@dabihawksweek20

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levitatingbiscuits:

Guys we as a fandom really need to make better use of carbonite as a plot device

This fandom is full of time travel fix it AUs but none of them move forward!! Literally just freeze ur character of choice for a few decades and BOOM!

You can have clone troopers fighting the 1st order. Ahsoka dating Rey. Windu smacking Crylo Ren. So many possibilities.

Dibs on Obi-Wan tho!! My plan is to have Hondo freeze him as a joke but then the empire happens so he throws a tablecloth over him for like 2 decades and sort of forgets about it until he meets Ezra or Luke or someone and he’s like “y'know speaking of Jedi…”

So you’ve got a weakened and carbon-blind Obi-Wan in his late 30s suddenly leading the rebellion because none of these people have any actual galactic military experience (undoubtedly why Palpatine had 2 proxy armies, so that there would be no effective military resistance after he killed all the Jedi and brainwashed the clones). The galaxy went to utter shit just a few weeks after he’d been frozen, the Jedi are dead, Ahsoka’s off on a vision quest, Yoda’s living in a mud hut, the chancellor is a power-mad dictator and also a Sith, and this is somehow ALL Anakin’s fault.

So Obi-Wan has to lead a ragtag group of rebels, train a princess and a farm boy (who act disconcertingly familiar), dodge various bounty hunters who want the bounty of the century (including Boba Fett), deal with an elderly Hondo Ohnaka, contend with being a living legend who’s the galaxy’s only hope, and smack some sense into his idiot padawan.

Bonus for fun: Obi-Wan saves Alderaan and sees Bail again and asks if he’d been frozen in carbonite too. He’s barely aged a day! Bail has to explain that he just has a better skincare routine.

Bonus for angst: there’s a very determined storm trooper trying to hunt him down. There’s nothing familiar left in his Force signature, just a single-minded determination to follow orders, but the battered armor he wears looks like it’s been scraped of an orange sunburst.

Bonus for crack: once it’s all over and done he gets hunted down by ANOTHER famous bounty hunter who dangles Yoda’s grandchild in his face and demands that he train him.

These are all really great ideas!

Fic Prompts: Star Wars Wednesday

ready for a throwback? I wrote this in 2017. Five years ago!! It was part of a small series of pictures and drabbles in which Obi-wan told Luke that he had a sister on their way to the Death Star, but never got the chance to warn them about their father.

“Leia? Leia! Wake up, dear one!”
Her eyes opened slowly. She was warm and comfortable, not eager to move. When the voice called again, she groaned and sat up. It would not occur to her until much later that she seemed to be no bigger than a five year old.

“Leia my darling, are you going to lie there all day?”
She was sitting in a sunny field, surrounded by flowers that only grew on Alderaan. Surprised, she stood up and looked around for the source of the voices. An achingly familiar laugh met her when she did, and she turned quickly.

“There you are, sleepyhead!” Bail Organa laughed and held his arms out. Without a second thought, Leia rushed to him and was swept up into a fond embrace. He still smelled like mountain air and pressed linens.

“I missed you, Papa!” Leia choked back a sob. Gentle hands patted her back and smoothed her hair, and Bail chuckled again.

“Dear oh dear, after being asleep in the field for only ten minutes? Well nevermind, dear heart, I’ve missed you too. Come on, let’s go find Mama, eh? She’s probably got the picnic all set up.”

The field seemed to swirl around them, grass and wildflowers blending like smoke until they reached a tree where two elegant women sat laughing on a blanket. As Bail approached, both Breha and the other woman reached up with loving smiles and cried, “My baby!”

Confused, Leia looked from Breha’s dark eyes and tanned skin to the stranger’s familiar gaze and strangely decorated face, painted white with crimson spots upon her cheeks. It occurred to her that her father had showed her this woman’s portrait once and told her at least one story about her.

“Mama,” she said, still wondering why she was a child again, “Do we have a guest?”

“Of course, my love!” Breha laughed and pulled her into her arms. “It can hardly be a Mother’s Festival picnic without both your mothers here.” She beamed at the woman, who returned her smile. “Without our dear friend Padme, we would not have had you at all!”

Dreams are funny things, and statements that would be immediately questioned in waking life are sometimes left to pass uncontested. Leia sat between Breha and the woman called Padme, who laughed and joked with her parents as though they were the oldest and dearest of friends. Perhaps they were.

“It is a shame that Luke can’t join us today,” Bail remarked, and Padme’s face darkened.

“Yes,” she said sadly, “I do wish he could remember my voice, or at least remember that I belonged to that voice.” She turned to Leia, who was awkwardly patting her hand in an attempt at comfort. “But you remember, don’t you, my wide awake baby?”

“That’s our girl, alright,” Breha nodded and brushed Leia’s hair out of her face. “Always watching.”

The air cooled suddenly, and the sky grew overcast. Bail, Breha, and Padme all looked up with concern on their faces.
“He’s coming,” Bail said sharply.

“Who’s coming?” Leia asked. “Papa, who’s coming?”

Breha took Leia’s face in her hands, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes. “My love, you must be very very brave. Your father is coming.”

Confused, Leia pointed at Bail. “He’s right there.”

Padme laughed, but there was a catch in that laugh almost like a sob. “Yes he is, you clever girl, Bail is absolutely your Papa. But you’ve got two mammas and two papas and the other one is looking for you and your-” she stopped short and looked up.

Shadow swirled around them, making it hard to see anything. The field and the tree melted away, and a great wind tore at them.
“Leia!” Bail flew back, out of sight. Breha’s hand was torn from her grasp as she too melted into the darkness, and Padme seemed simply to fade, like a ghost.
She was alone in the midst of the storm.

“Mama! Papa!” Leia called out frantically, then, “Mother?”
The shadows twisted around to surround her in a massive set of claws, like some huge beast. She was lifted up to face burning eyes while some rhythmic whooshing of air nearly drowned out everything.

“There you are, little angel,” the shadows said, and drew her close, into an inky blackness.

Leia sat bolt upright, gasping for air. Her hands grasped blankets, not shadow, and she was surrounded by walls and a high window that only barely screened out Coruscant’s flickering lights.

Leia sat up straighter and pulled one of the blankets up around her shoulders, shivering. The dream was already fading, but there was something horribly familiar about the sound of the wind when the shadow being had appeared.

“Leia?”

She looked up to see Luke standing hesitantly in the doorway that connected their rooms. He looked afraid to intrude, but he shuffled forward a step.

“Nightmares?” Luke asked gingerly. When Leia hesitated, then nodded, he made a wry face. “Me too.”

Leia gazed at her brother – still adjusting to the fact that she even had a brother, given that Luke had only found out when they were on the way to the Death Star to rescue her, and it had only been three months since then – and waved him over.
“C'mere,” she whispered. “Want to talk about it?”

Luke climbed up onto the bed, sinking a little into the softness of the comforter, and sat with one knee pulled to his chest, a soft frown on his face.
“I dreamed I was flying,” he said.

“I was in a two-man fighter, piloting with my- with our father, though I couldn’t see his face.”
It had taken some awkward tries and a few stiff arguments, but they’d finally worked out that “My father” or “My parents” meant the Organas, and “our father” or “our parents” referred to the Skywalkers, and so Leia didn’t have to guess who Luke meant.

“Yeah?” Leia asked encouragingly, even as she tried to push her hair back into place.

“We were flying over a green world with a lot of lakes. I don’t know what it was, offhand. I’m still learning. But it felt familiar. I asked m- our father where we were, where we were going, and he said "It’s time to go home, son. We have to get your sister now.” But his voice wasn’t the same as it had been earlier.“
Luke picked at a loose thread on the sleeve of his sleep tunic and wrinkled his brow.

"I started to get scared, I don’t know why, and started to get out of the co-pilots seat. He grabbed my shoulder and it felt like a ten pound weight holding me down.” Luke swallowed hard. “He…he said, "There is no use in running, Luke, I’ve already found you. We are going to find your sister and we are going to go home.” Only he wasn’t Anakin Skywalker anymore. He’d…“

Luke was silent for several seconds. Leia waited patiently, but her gut was twisting, wondering what horrible thing she was so certain would come out of his mouth next.

"He’d turned into…into Darth Vader.” Luke shuddered and dropped his forehead to his knees. “I don’t know what that means, if it means anything.”

Leia held up the corner of her blanket and Luke needed no second invitation. They huddled together, staring at nothing for a while, and Leia quietly described her own dream.

“Padme,” Luke repeated wonderingly. “Do you think that was really our mother’s name?”

“I have no idea,” Leia confessed, “It could’ve been something I heard years ago and forgot. I think it’s part of Senator Amidala’s name, actually.” Something seemed to tug at her mind, trying to pull up the dream-woman’s face in her memories, as she said this. “Either way, it works well enough for a temporary name until we find out who she really was, right?”
Leia worked up a smile and laced her fingers through her brother’s.

“Yeah…” Luke murmured. For a moment, he seemed lost in thought. Then he turned to look at Leia. “I think we’re not safe here,” he said hesitantly, as if unsure of himself.

“So do I,” Leia confessed without meaning to. She shivered, remembering the shadow in her dream.
There you are, little angel

What had the Padme woman said about the shadows? Something about their father. The shadows and Vader in Luke’s dream were putting together a picture she couldn’t see yet, something just out of focus.
Neither she nor Luke felt they would like the answer.

“Maybe it means that the more we search for the truth about Anakin Skywalker and the Jedi, the more Darth Vader will be hunting us?” Luke suggested suddenly, but it was a halfhearted suggestion.

Leia kicked off the blankets and pulled on boots under her nightgown.
“Maybe,” she shrugged. “Come on, if we go out the window in your room, there’s a ledge just wide enough to walk on. We’ll just have to go to the rendezvous point early, that’s all.”

“I’ll get my stuff,” Luke whispered and slipped back to his room to get dressed.
It wouldn’t be the first time a sudden bad feeling had driven them out of a hiding place.

As the twins carefully climbed out of the window, Luke gripped his sister’s hand tightly and couldn’t help wondering about his dream. He still felt the weight on his shoulder, the sense of being watched. He raised his head and, for no reason he could think of, found himself staring directly at a row of windows in a skyscraper just opposite them. The hair on the back of his neck stood up and he squeezed Leia’s fingers.

“We need to move, now,” he gulped. “Someone’s watching us.”

Behind the windows, an ominous figure shifted, watching the young fugitives easing around the corner. They wouldn’t get far. He knew Coruscant better than they did. The trick would be capturing them without anyone recognizing the pair. The little princess had made too much of a name for herself and the little pilot was shaping up to follow in his sister’s footsteps.
Or perhaps more their father’s footsteps, he thought to himself, and behind his grotesque mask, he smiled.

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Fic Prompts: Star Wars Wednesday

(This is in the same universe as my vampire au, but takes place on the other side of the Dune Sea, some twenty years after Luke first came to Castle Bast)

Ser Tano was methodical about her preparation to take on The Governor. She polished her twin blades with the same devotion and focus she had been taught as a child. It was both soothing and bittersweet, knowing how few people there were left across the sea that studied the Life Force of All Magics. Her foster family, the knights that had raised her after raiders decimated her home, would never see her teaching their ways to another generation.

If the captain could bear to part with that new generation, anyway.

Ahsoka sheathed her swords and sighed. The silver blades were ready. The hawthorn stakes had been sharpened. She had talismans and warding runes. Best to rest while she had the chance.

Ahsoka ducked the low doorway to the cabin of the Razorcrest. The ship’s captain, the Mandalorian Din Djarin, glanced up at her as she entered. He barely nodded his polished helmet in greeting, then returned to carefully pouring hot tea into a tiny cup for The Changeling, Grogu. A spicy smell drifted over the table to Ahsoka. Ginger?

With a half smile, the former Jedi took a seat on the other side of the table. “….what is that?”

Din shrugged and stretched to lift a tightly sealed jar. “Ginger. It settles his stomach. Trust me, you don’t want to sail without it.”

That sounded wise. When Ser Plo Koon had brought Ahsoka across the sea to the Order for the first time, she had been horribly seasick. And Grogu was even younger, in a sense, than she had been.

“No, I know it’s ginger,” Ahsoka clarified, “But where did you get the fresh water?”

The Mandalorian motioned vaguely over his shoulder. “Oh, from the flask you left in the galley. That’s smart, carrying clean water with you. You never know what’s safe to drink out here.”

From her flask?

The one with her satchel in the galley?

Ser Tano breathed in sharply. “….you….you brewed tea…with my holy water?”

There was a very awkward silence, and then Din cleared his throat. “…..should I…not…have…?”

Grogu lifted his tiny cup and slurped loudly.