Princess. General. Leader.

Princess Leia RP blog. Sequel trilogy dominant. Written by Cora. Mun and muse 18+.

[barissoffee]

Star Wars: The Clone Wars | 7.04 Unfinished Business

[jakeperalta]

i just kinda automatically think of all my mutuals as my age but then one person will mention getting married and having a baby and another will mention going into their junior year of high school and i’m like wait what

[writersloth-old-deactivated2021]

Mutual 1: my husband bought me roses today!!

Me: your what

Mutual 2: *gets an ask that congratulates them with their 14th birthday*

Me: you’re what

[trenchcoatkitten]

reblog with your age in the tags

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Star Wars (2015) #12

[zoebennson-deactivated20190603]

the one in a galaxy far far away [7/?]

[sanziene]

Incorrect SW quotes

[starsandthedyad]

@empiresbane , @scavxngerprxncess , @generalxia , @duratskaya

[myrcella]

Princess. General.

[kirjoart]

TROS was a mess but one thing is sure. I love Solo family and I’m a sucker for a redemption stories :’D 

[generalxia]

tag twenty-one people you’d like to know better some questions may be ‘ ??? ’ instead of answered\

01.    nickname :  cora 02.    real name :  nope 03.    zodiac :  Libra 04.    height  :  5′7″ 05.    what time is it :  11:46 pm 06.    favorite musicians / groups :  evanescence, green day, halsey, bernadette peters, linkin park, mcr. usual ex emo kid stuff.  07.    favorite sports team  : O-H! (ohio state buckeyes) 08.    other blogs : my very inactive rapunzel blog, wxndinmyhair, and the very dead cora blog, sxmethingbreaking. rip to a real one. 09.    do i get asks ? :  sometimes, and then I forget about them for several weeks because it be that way sometimes. 10.    how many blogs do i follow ?  :  33 11.    any tumblr crushes  :  ...honestly no, sorry :’D 12.   lucky number  :  7? probably? 13.    what am i wearing right now ? : pajamas 14.    dream vacation  :  spain!! or england. or both.  15.    dream car :  honestly I’m a fan of my baby, she’s an ‘05 hyundai elantra and I Love Her. 16.    favorite food  :  the kind that doesn’t make me sick lmao. and popcorn. 17.    drink of choice :  water, tea....wine 18.    languages  :  English, some Spanish 19.    instruments  :  piano but like a twelve year old whose teacher became a high school science teacher (that really happened) 20.    celebrity crushes  : bernadette peters always. and like. low-key miley cyrus, I can’t help it. 21.    random fact  : I almost got a black belt in tae kwon do.

tagged by: stealing it from @hopedyad because I’m bored tagging: you, if you want!

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     he can feel it, in the moment, the briefest hesitation at his words. do you miss it? it’s like a waterfall that had long ago been dammed, waiting for something to snap, waiting for something to break through. but, leia organa is anything but weak. and even with him, even now, she holds. he has come to expect no less from her. and looking away, he wonders if the faint jolt of disappointment he’d felt at her silence shows.

     her touch, though, eases him. it makes the weight of who she is ( at least, in the moment ) easier to bear. he huffs, however, at the remark about his father. he wants to believe; he always has. and yet, there is a clear strain of doubt there, one that grows in him, shifts, with every passing year. he makes no attempt to hide it as he looks to her, wearing a pointed frown. with her, he can at least be honest. it’s all he has right now.

     “ yeah. maybe. but, it is what it is. he’s busy, i guess. ”

     but, too busy for him is one thing. for his mother? it’s inexcusable. he can’t imagine an excuse he’d find acceptable, his father leaving her here to drown herself in her own work. no, it’s his fault, through and through. looking back, that man looked so little like the man he’d known, believed was his father… the man called han solo.

Leia pulled back, sensing her son’s irritation- it went beyond her own. She didn’t the Force to feel it, his tone did enough on its own. Leia’s mouth twisted into something of a wry smile- she was used to it by now. Sure, she missed Han when he was gone. Sure, she wished he could have been content to settle down with her on Hosnian Prime. But she knew who she’d married, and she knew that was never going to happen. She could wish he was around more all she wanted, she knew that if he was, he’d be miserable.

And she didn’t want that. 

“He’s...off running the races on Theron,” Leia said with a shrug. Again. “I’m sorry you won’t get to see him.” She turned back to Ben, one eyebrow raised in question. She assumed that was the reason for his ire, but it was hard to say for sure with Ben. 

Leia pressed on, strolling around the edges of the senate building in thought. “I suppose I do miss some things,” she finally said, answering his question from several moments. “I miss the three of us together. But life’s pulled us all apart...you’re needed at the temple, Han has his thing, and I...well. I’m needed here. You understand that, right?” 

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tenebrescxnce‌:

His grip tightened, he looked past his mother, into whatever future he could glimpse, but there was nothing but a sliding scale. He knew he had made a mistake. For it was a mistake. 

To reveal a single piece was a mistake. 

He had been taught how it could be used against him, but at her agreement–his face pale, his gaze sought hers again. It was the only chance. The only way. Still so conditional. 

He stepped towards his mother, believing that he could convince her further. 

(Now, there were choices, for a galaxy, now, there can be choices)

“What of you?” he asked, instead, shocking himself. “You do understand you are in danger. Personally.”

He studied her. 

“Even then, you won’t agree to stand with me unless another does.”

“I’ve been in danger all my life,” Leia countered, arms crossed. Between the budding rebellion that had risked her family’s lives (and ultimately cost them) to the political target she’d placed on her back in the senate (she still didn’t know who’d warned her about the bomb), danger had never been far from her. This was hardly different.

Leia had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. 

“Well really, Ben, are you surprised? Look who you’ve been working with. What you’ve been doing,” Leia snapped. “You expect me to stand with you when you’re leading a miniature version of the Empire? When you killed your own father?” 

The words were no sooner out of her mouth than Leia realized she’d slipped. The political mask had dropped, and a side of her she’d never wanted Kylo Ren to see had poked through- the side of her that was still so angry with him. She loved Ben, she always would, but...she didn’t love what he’d become. The pain he’d caused. 

Leia signed, feeling a headache forming behind her eyes. So much for negotiating. 

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hopedyad‌:

Rey wasn’t sure what Leia wanted from her, but she trusted the older woman. She could almost feel that Leia felt frustraited by it all. Not unlike herself, though for a different reason. One Rey had no connection to. Distantly Rey knew that everyone felt they had failed Ben but it felt like maybe there was more to it. She could feel how much Leia cared about Ben, and that had to count for something. Didn’t it?

“I don’t feel I have to bring him back.” She held Leia’s gaze for a moment before looking away. “I want to.” Even if it was only to make his life better and not her own. She’d dealt with worse things than rejection. At least that’s what she was still trying to tell herself. After all she was barely twenty. There was no way in hell there was only one other person in the entire galaxy who understood her like Ben. The force wouldn’t be that cruel would it?

She dropped her hands to her sides. “There is still good in him.” Rey was aware how close she was getting to how she felt, but this was true. She’d seen the light in Ben, the shape of his future, not in pain but at peace, and she just didn’t know how he got there. She had thought she was a part of it, but she had been trying to come to terms with the thought that maybe she’d just hoped she was.

“I know there is,” Leia said, but she sounded so tired when she did. It surprised her, the tone of her own voice- but she was tired. Sometimes she wondered if she would ever be allowed any rest at all, any peace at the end of her life. She had some years left, she liked to think, but she wasn’t getting any more of it either.

She said none of this to Rey, however, who hardly needed to hear sad, rambling thoughts of an old woman. She could go be weak somewhere else. Rey was part of her Resistance, and her Resistance needed to see her as strong. So Leia forced a smile. 

“You ever had caf before?” Leia asked, forcing herself up with the assistance of her cane. “I think we could both use a cup.” She supposed she could get Threepio to make them some, but it was just as easy to do it herself. “I’ll warn you though, I like it strong.”

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Rey could feel Leia slipping away. It terrified her, the sudden quiet within the Force around them both. This wasn’t good, this wasn’t good. They didn’t have time to wait for the First Order, they didn’t have time to go looking for help within the palace. If Rey didn’t act now, Leia would be gone.

There was one solution she had yet to try. She’d been convinced once they’d crashed that it wouldn’t work; her head was still too heavy, and with her hand in the condition it was in, she wasn’t sure her body would even let her try. But there were no other options now. Leia had already bled through the wrap around her side. It was either this, or the general died out here.

“…tell me more about that when you’re feeling well.” Rey urged, taking a sudden reprieve from her walk in order to bend down by Leia’s side, “Never mind getting you help…I…I’m going to try to fix this.”

Without another word, Rey reached to unwrap the cloth around Leia’s side. Each layer was a deeper, more violent shade of red than before. It made the Jedi’s stomach twist into horrible knots, yet she refused to get sick. She kept going instead, until the cloth was gone and the piece of metal in Leia’s side was visible once more. This was going to hurt, and worse still, she only had one chance to get this right.

“Leia…” she said as calmly as she could, “We…we need to take this out. I can stop the bleeding, but…you need to pull the piece out. Please.” 

Somewhere in the distance Leia heard Rey talking, but she found it difficult to focus on much of anything. She blinked up at the girl’s face, which had suddenly appeared above her. Leia lay back for a moment, the strain of lifting her head taking up too much energy. 

She had no idea what Rey was talking about, fixing things...Leia tried to swallow, but the air was too dry, and she needed water. She wondered if there was water in the sky- no not the sky- the afterlife? She was dying, wasn’t she...

A thrill of fear shot through Leia’s mind, strong enough to bring her back to reality. Right. She couldn’t die like this. Not yet, not now. She brought her gaze back to meet Rey’s, fighting to stay lucid. Focus, she told herself. 

“Right,” Leia managed to say- she’d heard the gentle command. She sucked in a breath. There was no way to do this on her own. “Luke,” she murmured. Be with me.

With a shaking hand, Leia gripped the piece of metal sticking out of her side. She didn’t need to see it, just needed the strength to dislodge it. One pull. Leia didn’t know what Rey planned to do, but she had no other choice but to trust the girl’s instincts- she’d die if she didn’t. 

It only took a second- one yank, and the metal was gone. Leia let her hand fall into the sand, unsure if she’d done that herself or if someone, somewhere, had helped her. It didn’t matter. With the wound now open, she had very little time left for Rey to do whatever it was she was planning- Leia looked back up at the sky, begging whatever was up there to give the girl strength, before her vision went dark.

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( my aesthetic is taking every mother/daughter style relationship @generalxia have ever written and making them sad

[generalxia]

//listen here son 

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The hand came out of nowhere, cracking across the side of Rey’s face and sending her staggering backwards. She quickly collided with the edge of her bed and ended up down on a knee with wider eyes than she’d ever had in her life. One hand clutched the sheets, searching for stability, while the other cradled the cheek that Leia had hit. She supposed she was lucky it was just a slap; if the general had hit her with her other hand, the one bearing her ring, it likely would have wounded her worse. It may have opened a cut. It may have left a scar. 

Luckily, her own stupidity was to be remembered with nothing more than the temporary red flesh hidden beneath her hand. Her eyes began to burn with tears, not out of any sort of real pain, but out of embarrassment. She hadn’t meant to run her mouth. She hadn’t meant to say any of that out loud.

Too late to take it back now.

“…I…” What was she going to say? Leia was right. Was she going to admit that, knelt upon the ground in front of the remains of Luke’s lightsaber? Was this a defeat of some sort? She couldn’t tell yet. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth and she wasn’t sure if she was going to be able to breathe.

But Leia was right. Leia was right. She didn’t know a damn thing, she was stupid and foolish and she hadn’t meant to say any of that out loud.

She couldn’t meet Leia’s eyes again, even as two hot tears slithered down her cheeks.

“…I’m sorry.” 

For a moment, Leia just stood there breathing heavily while Rey cowered on the floor. For a moment Leia still wanted to rage at her- rage against all of it- but slowly, with each breath, the worst of it began to fade. Her tempers never lasted long. She could lash out quickly, deadly even. But her fury would fade the minute she noticed the damage. Usually that damage was easily repaired.

She might have gone too far this time. 

Leia was not a tall person, but she felt as though she towered over Rey in that moment- and Rey felt quite small, as childish as Leia had just said she was. She lowered her hand, resting it atop her cane again. She took another breath, not quite ready to accept the apology, but feeling a little guilty herself. 

“I lost my husband, my brother, and my planet because of these wars,” Leia said finally. “So don’t tell me that I don’t know what it means.” 

Leia glanced down at the fallen lightsaber. She thought about picking it up, but bending over didn’t seem like the best idea at the moment. She let it lie there, a broken symbol of all that had come before. All she’d lost. 

“We’ve all made sacrifices,” Leia said, trying to explain herself with a little more patience this time. “And we all have to play our part in ending this. Mine is to lead, and to lead, I have to be here calling the shots. Yours is to be a Jedi. I can’t do both.”

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The clattering of the lightsaber on the ground echoed louder than any noise Rey had ever heard. It made her chest seize up, it made her muscles tense and her hands begin to quiver. She wanted to leap down and save the saber from the ground, but instead had to wait to watch Leia rise to her feet. This was worse than confronting Luke on Ahch To, she decided. Neither Skywalker twin seemed to understand the importance of this damn saber.

“…you think I’m not trying?” Rey gawked, “I wasn’t there on the bridge because I was off finding your brother to try and fix this! I was the one out there trying to convince him to come back! And don’t lecture me about what Kylo Ren did!”

She didn’t mean to shout. It was late, the rest of the palace was likely asleep. The walls were nice but not soundproof. Surely someone would hear. But in that moment, it didn’t matter. She wasn’t going to stand by and let Leia chastise her like she was a buffoon. She’d seen more of this war in the last month than most Resistance fighters had in years.

How much had Leia seen, from behind her holonet display? From her desk as a Senator? From her little secluded bubble where she was, apparently, pretending not to be a Jedi? The thought of that choice, the thought of Leia in that isolation which Rey so desperately craved, made the girl rather furious.

“I know what the First Order is like! I know this isn’t some legend! Do you?” she spat, harsher than she intended, “I saw what he did to Han. I saw what happened.”

Then, she spoke too quickly. The words came out before she could stop them, the thought having taken over her mind.

 “I watched him die. I know Kylo Ren did it. Don’t talk to me about trying to fix this fight. You weren’t even there.” 

Leia slapped Rey across the face. 

She didn’t mean to, but she didn’t not mean to either. 

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” Leia spat. She knew Rey was young, but never before had she seemed like such a fucking child. The hell did this girl from nowhere know of war? Of sacrifice or duty? Leia had given her entire life to the cause of freedom in the galaxy.

“Clearly you don’t, because you’re still dumb enough to think we can fix this by waving a laser sword at at a an entire fleet of dreadnoughts!” Leia shouted, beyond caring who heard them. “You still seem to think that I can just walk up to the Supreme fucking Leader and ask him nicely to stop...blowing up planets!” 

Leia huffed angrily, but only to catch her breath before continuing her diatribe- she’d just about had it with everyone. With leading all these dumb kids around like a flock of lost geese. Was she the only one here that knew how to lead? Between Poe’s laser-brained scheme that had gotten them into this mess and Rey’s stubborn insistence that only people with the last name “Skywalker” play any significant role in this war, Leia was just about ready to lose it. 

“And don’t you talk to me about Han.”

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“A son.” she confirmed, “And a daughter. Twins.” she said softly, not looking at Leia. She didn’t want to see the pain this might cause her. Didn’t want to see the look of revulsion on her face. Her heart wouldn’t be able to take it. 

She also knew how this sounded, fantastical and impossible. But it was all true. 

Tears began to come to Padme’s eyes but she fought them off with a shake of her head, “I was very sick after they were born, weak and barely alive. Obi-Wan took them from me and separated them to keep them safe, then hid me as well. If Vader knew… he’d kill us all.” 

“Twins?” Leia exclaimed, louder than she’d intended. But she was floored- Darth Vader, the monster who’d tortured her, murdered everyone she’d ever loved, and blown up her entire planet- had not only had a wife and kid, but twins. 

And one of them was almost definitely Luke. Sandy haired, baby-faced Luke Skywalker. 

“I think...I need to sit down,” Leia muttered, running a hand across her face. “Just...tell me, is it Luke? Is Luke really Vader’s...” Leia cut herself off with a desperate noise begging Padme to tell her it wasn’t true. That there was more than one Skywalker family in the galaxy. This was too much for one lifetime, and beneath her own pain and shock, she knew it would be too much for Luke, too. He was innocent, and still grieving Obi-Wan Kenobi. This was the last thing he needed, and the last thing he needed her to know. 

She wished she’d never asked. 

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“No!” Rey rose back up to her feet, not particularly good at keeping still for long. “Of course that’s not what I would want! But that isn’t what would happen! He’s conflicted, he’s…he’s haunted by what happened to Han.”

She didn’t admit that she was too. Most often in her nightmares, the ones where she was back on Starkiller Base, often ended with that crackling, unsteady lightsaber, and her own voice ripping through the hollow chamber where Han had fallen. It wasn’t fair. She hadn’t known him long enough, they were supposed to have had more time together. He’d taken her in so quickly, she would have been happy flying with him and Chewie. It would have been a better life for her.

It would have been like having a father.

“It would be different with you. He’s the Supreme Leader. He could end all of that. He’d fight them off. You could call them off.” The image in Rey’s mind of an idol from years long gone fluttered through the air. That is what Leia was to her. That is what Leia needed to be.

Instead, the general was talking to her like she was some ignorant child. She thrust the saber back in Leia’s direction, trying to make her point as firmly as she could.

“You are the one that doesn’t understand! I can’t do this, I can’t! I’ve seen what Kylo Ren can do…but he’s stand down for you!”

Leia let the lightsaber fall to the ground, making no effort to catch it. Instead she glared up at the girl, cane planted firmly to the floor. She resisted the temptation to smash her cane into the crystal of that damn lightsaber, if only to make a point- but she knew its value. 

Instead, Leia made a show of hauling herself up- one hand pushing against the bed, the other digging into the hilt of the cane. She kept rather intense eye contact with Rey as she did so, as if challenging the girl to continue to insist that she fight her own damn son in this condition. 

“Haunted or not, he did it,” Leia said, low and steady and dangerous. “Did I tell you he was there, when I got blown out into space? Oh, he was...I felt him.” Her mouth twisted angrily- she’d felt his guilt, his remorse, and she’d been ready to forgive him there and then- until the hull exploded. 

She didn’t know if he’d been the one to do it or not.  

“Rey, I’m not...” Leia gave an exasperated sigh. “I can’t go out in front of the entire First Order and command them all to stand down just because I’m me. They’d blow me up!” Rey wasn’t seeing reality, and Leia had had about enough of it. 

“This is a war, Rey, not some legend! Get your head out of the clouds, you’re not in some story book! Sorry if it’s not what you wanted to hear, but this is real life. You think I wouldn’t end this war if I could? I tried to stop it! I failed, Rey, and I failed in the senate too. But I’m still trying to fix it, so why the hell won’t you?”