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Luke had grown up surrounded by people saying he was just like his father. Whether it was his sandy hair or his dogged tenacity or the fact that his eyes were always on the horizon, his heart soaring in the clouds, it was one of the few things about his parentage that he truly knew for certain. ‘You’re just like your father’. The words had been said in awe, in exasperation, in praise and in disappointment.

Few had ever mentioned anything about his mother.

Ben, of course, hadn’t had time to before he died, and had been solely focused on completing Luke’s Jedi training afterwards. The rest of the Rebellion were too hung up on the legacy of the Hero With No Fear, and expected great things from Skywalker the Younger as a result. Luke wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t sometimes bask in such attention, hungry for any scrap of knowledge about his father he could glean from those who’d lived through the Clone Wars, but… there remained a gap in his heart. Anakin Skywalker had been his father, but who had been his mother?

Aunt Beru had told him once when he was very young about a beautiful woman who had come to their home. She had been a kind senator from the Republic with uncalloused hands, a heart of gold, and the stubborn determination to help out in any way she could. Aunt Beru had told him that the woman had been from Naboo, a world of water and green things so unlike the dunes of Tatooine. When Uncle Owen found out, he’d forbidden his wife from telling Luke any more stories, and that had been the last Luke had heard of the beautiful woman after that.

It was a risk visiting the homeworld of the Emperor himself, but this was something he could put off no longer. He had to know. Naboo is a quiet world, a world of water and green things just as Aunt Beru had said. He’d come in search of… something. Answers, perhaps. Peace of mind. Whatever it was, the Force had guided him here to the tomb of Padme Amidala, a dearly beloved queen and senator who’d been taken from the universe before her time.

This was also the tomb of the unborn child that had died in the womb with her. A daughter, it had been revealed, bearing the name Luka Naberrie. Luke reached out, his fingers running across the words engraved in stone. Luka Naberrie. Who would Luka Naberrie have been, he wondered, had things gone differently? Would they be a she? A he? A they? Would they have been a dreamer, head in the clouds, lusting for adventure? A Jedi? Or something else? Though his heart ached to find out, he knew also that, no matter how much he wondered, he would never know the answers. The door to that life had been shut for him a long time ago, the path of potential sundered.

What would she have thought, should her kind gaze have fallen upon him as he was now? Would she have approved of him? He, a half-baked Jedi stumbling through life, with no real idea of what he was doing. He who had avenged Alderaan by blowing up the Death Star, who had in that same moment snuffed out the lives of thousands in one shot? The legacy of Skywalker, but also the Legacy of Amidala. Was he worthy of either? His eyes drifted shut. Emotion rose unbidden to lodge in his throat.

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Days like today were beyond difficult. Her schedule seemed to be never ending, with debates and discussions of having the young woman prepared to potentially fill the position of Queen. Queen? As if senator wasn’t bad enough? They would milk the connection that the young woman held for eons if it were possible. 

Lux never got a solid moment alone, and when she did, they were in her chambers, alone and quiet. For once she’d just hoped that someone would find it in their soul to give her a kriffing break. And she finally got one, when one of her many meetings falls through, and her secretary tells her that they were unable to fill it. So, with excitement she breaks from her watchful gazes, excusing herself. 

She finds herself cloaked, walking through the streets of Naboo, hooded and trying her best not to track attention. It was hard enough looking identical to the late woman, but being excepted to make the same decisions and choices when they were still two different people. Towards the beginning of this journey, Lux had been allotted more time to ‘study’ what she was meant to be doing for work. In those times she would sneak off to the tomb of whom she inherited her DNA buildup. She felt as though her timely visits brought her a reminder of who the woman she resembled was. A courageous woman, who truly wanted the best for her people - for the people of the galaxy. A trait that everyone seemed to think that Lux shared with the deceased.

If the brunette truly did have courage, she would have fought harder to get out of this life. To go off for adventure, for a life outside of politics and a simpler life. She’d fight the cause that just because she’d been cloned into existence, that those who cloned her did not own her, or control her. Wasn’t she a person all the while? 

As she approaches the tomb, she finds that there are plenty of flowers and gifts surrounding it, offers and praises to the woman that eternally lay inside, lining up alongside the structure of her appearance that rest outside. Lux gives a soft sigh before slowly approaching the door to the structure, only to freeze when she catches a glimpse inside. 

Instead of the serene and quiet place she expected to be greeted with, instead, a morouner sits at stone resting place, quiet and unmoving. Despite the overwhelming quiet, she feels drawn into the room by something, and she steps in with caution, looking to the figure a little more, only to glance up to the stained glass piece in the room, an eerie reflection of her own face. She doesn’t wish to disturb the other, so she gently takes a seat on one of the stone benches in the room, keeping her distance. 

“Many have come towards her for guidance. Even in death. It makes you wonder what kind of effect she truly held on the people of Naboo.”

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fxlconisms​:

“Hey. If you’re down, I’m down.” Han said without a moment of hesitation. If she wanted to leave now they would leave now. If she wanted to leave a week from now, they would leave then. He wanted her to get away from this shitfest that she’d been forced to be a part of. She deserved a better life.

His confirmation lingers for a few moments before Lux looks over her shoulder around her in case there were palace representatives or congressmen around them. She finally turns to look back to the man across the table. “If you’re offering a getaway, I’m publicly declining graciously. However, if you asked again later...” She offers the information with a bit of a devious smirk, hoping the other would follow her train of thought. 

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imperiumx​:

“I can’t promise that no harm will come to him. If he infiltrates our system in hopes of saving you, well, I can’t justify that to the Emperor. He barely allowed this.” Vader’s face was pleading with her to understand the situation, “But I promise that I won’t harm him.” It hurt to say that. His old master who had left him for dead. He deserved whatever came to him now.

A slow nod to the other before a hand grips to one of her children even further. Maker, this is all she cared for. The two in her presence and Obi-Wan’s health. Partial remnants of affection definitely lingered for the man in front of her, but.. the man he resembled. Not the one he projected. “Thank you. All things considered. I hope you know that this isn’t how I pictured this going down. If it had ever occurred.” She references the children and their presence. The first time they’d been in the room with their father, even if unknowingly. 

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imperiumx​:

“Space… okay. I’m sorry.” Anakin backed up slowly, but he couldn’t stop staring at her as he did so. That look of distrust in his eyes. What had he done?

It had never happened prior to this. This sudden exertion of unintentional force. There’d never been a moment where she’d had any fear towards him, or because of him. But now, that’s all that lingered. Mixed with surprise, and a bit of anger that lingered from the small argument from earlier. “I... why... why did you...”

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simping softness prompts.

basically i got shippy and now there's these soft little prompts for romantic, platonic, and yearning situations!! use them at your leisure!

" you're shivering. here, take my jacket. "

" you... sorry, you just got a little something on your face... here, let me get it for you. "

" hey, so... i know you haven't been feeling great, so i picked up a few of your favorite snacks, drinks... "

" you stayed? "

" well, of course i stayed. you're here, where else would i be? "

" oh! i found this in the mall, i figured it might be something you'd like! "

" hey, everything's gonna be fine. stay where you are, i'm on my way. "

" wow... you look... you look amazing. "

" we should grab some coffee together, sometime. "

" holy crap, i thought you were dead! never do that to me again! "

" i made some breakfast, if you're hungry? "

" your hands are freezing! let me warm them up... "

" i knew you wouldn't go to sleep willingly, so i brought you some chamomile tea and a blanket. twenty minutes of shut-eye, okay? "

" it's okay. i promise you, i will be here when you wake up. "

" hey! hey, hey, it's alright! it's okay, my darling/friend/love, i'm here, i've got you... "

" i'll walk you home. "

" you need a lift? "

" i... sometimes, i guess i kinda wish you could see yourself through my eyes. "

" i see you still have my shirt! "

" i got starbucks. this is your favorite, isn't it? "

" you look like you could use a hug. "

" okay, quit it with the drinks. i think that's enough, hmm? i'll cover the tab, but for now, let's get you home... "

" i'm not letting you sleep on the couch. come on. get under the blankets. "

" i mean... i-i'm cool with sharing the bed if you are. "

" you were in a really bad way, i wasn't about to abandon you. "

" hey... you've been crying. "

" don't think i won't carry you if i have to! "

" of course i noticed. i notice everything about you. "

" i knew you wouldn't bring a jacket, so i made sure to color co-ordinate with you so you could wear mine on the way home. "

" please, talk to me... it kills me seeing you like this. "

" i got a reservation at that fancy italian place you like. come on. get ready, we can get there in time if we get dressed now! "

" he/she/they were an idiot. you're amazing, and if they can't see that, that's on them. "

" i'd happily go kick their arse, but i don't think that would help you. "

" you don't owe me anything. "

" i wish i could just freeze time. let this moment be forever. "

" i got you some flowers. but, if you have allergies, i also got fake flowers! just in case. "

" you realise you don't need to ask my permission, don't you? "

" what's mine is yours. always. "

" i don't know precisely what i did to earn your presence in my life, but... i'd do it a thousand times over if i knew what it was. "

" yes, these last few years have been a living hell, but... i'd live them a thousand times over if it meant you being safe and happy. "

" i don't care about everyone else! i care about you, [NAME]!"

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imperiumx​:

Of course Padme would ask of Kenobi and that was enough to make him sigh through the mask. He shifted to take it off so that his children and Padme could see him. For a moment, his expression is unreadable, but synthetic skin finally shifts to show a face more empathetic. More human.

“He managed to escape, but did, obviously, abandon your children.” Vader stated, “Perhaps he will hatch a plan to try to retrieve them and you, but I’d like you to know that you’re in no danger. I hope that the new quarters will help you feel that way.” He gestured around the room, the place was decorated in a way he hoped she’d like. It seemed her style, but perhaps she’d changed.

She nearly thanks him for pulling the helmet off, revealing a far less intimidating face - even if for the sake of the children. Frankly, it was the least of her concerns now. His expressions bring her back to memories of more welcome times. She has to shove them aside to focus on what was happening now - and right now, that consisted of her being held against her will. 

“You clearly are unaware of the communications I have in place with Master Obi-Wan.” She taunts, shaking her head briefly. Both were well aware that if Anakin ever went for the children, he’d do anything to get to them, including getting through Obi-Wan to do so. Padme lets out a clear sigh, before her grip on the children tightens slightly. “If there is no danger to come to me, then no danger comes to Obi-Wan. Do I make myself clear?” She makes no mentions of the quarters - especially since she’s certain if he knew, he’d be pleased to hear that they were far more comfortable than their residence they’d been in prior to him locating them. 

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imperiumx​:

Anakin’s face twisted painfully at her words and her actions. The look of fear in her eyes. It was a look that deserved to be seen by a monster, not her husband. Had he become something too sinister for her to love? His eyes welled up with tears, but he made no attempt to walk towards despite how badly he wanted to hold her in his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He said weakly, “I-I’ll go now.”

There is a wild look of fear in her expression, tears in her eyes now. She’d terrified her, even if for a moment. But she knows that he potentially doesn’t see it as that. “Anakin...” She sighs, not moving but keeping her eyes on him. “I... just need space. O-Okay?”

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ofthemandalore​:

“Of course. You’re running.” Din said, “And Corsucant isn’t a good place to hide.” He focused on setting their coordinates to Nevarro. “I have friends there. That’s all you need to know.”

If she were speaking freely - which she isn’t - she would have disagreed with him. Coruscant was large enough from what she’d heard about it. That the population of the planet could deter most people if not all of them. “Fair enough. I promise once I am within the means to do so, you will receive payment for this.” 

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imperiumx​:

“I could perhaps.” Anakin replied with a laugh, arms crossing over his chest as he watched her with admiration. He’d never loved someone more, never was more afraid to lose someone now as he was of her.

“Only sometimes? I’d like to think I’m always a romantic, Padme.”

Hands busy themselves with ties, looking to him with a grin. “You spend so much time meditating, I’m sure you could submit some of it to brainstorming, no?” She teases before finding herself at his side again. Anakin was truly someone different in her life. Everyone else was far more serious, diplomatic and all work no play. He gave her a breath of life through the days and it’s all she could ask for. 

“No, it’s only sometimes. Very rare moments that don’t last more than a few seconds. I should applaud you for the times you are successful.”

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fxlconisms​:

If she had told him that, he would have been appalled. Clone or not, she was living and breathing with her own thoughts. Kriff what they thought about it and Kriff how many credits they’d paid to make it happen. All of it would likely just rile him up, want to make him do something he shouldn’t. He wanted a better life for Lux. She deserved it.

“There should be more people who think this.” Han countered, “If you ever decide to, you know I will be right there with you.”

The idea of running off is so so tempting with the knowledge that Han would be willing and ready to be at her side. She’s playing with her hands, looking at him with a tilted gaze. 

“Is it crazy of me to say that I would willingly pack up a bag and leave in the middle of the night? Like tonight?” She asks with a slight smile, nearly giddy at the idea. “I don’t have a meeting tomorrow morning, so they probably wouldn’t check for me until much later. By then, I could be so far out into the galaxy by then - not a trace to be found.”

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fxlconisms​:

He hadn’t meant for it to sound so harsh, but it did peeve him a bit that she was living in some other woman’s shadow. If this lady was so great, she was sure if she were alive or could speak from the dead that this wouldn’t be the life she’d want Lux to live. That was only an assumption on his part though, no merit to it really.

“Everyone has a choice.” Han argued, “Whether they like it or not. You’re more than just a stand in. To me, especially. You’re your own damned person for kriffs sakes. I don’t know why they can’t see that.” He shook his head then at her apology, “I’d accept who you are no matter what. I think you’re great.”

While the words were beyond reassuring, she doesn’t know how to tell him that she was more like property than a person. While she has every characteristic that would qualify her for personhood - the government had paid for her creation, to ensure that she’d fit their needs.  

“Thank you. It is reassuring to know that there’s someone who thinks I deserve a life outside of paperwork and office walls.” She’s messing with the fallen strands of hair from it’s updo looking at him. “You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed of running off - away from here and somewhere they can’t find me.”

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ofthemandalore​:

“Interesting and fun aren’t synonymous on the list.” Din explains to her, “So I suppose you’re going to go with me to Nevarro. I have friends there. They’ll probably have better ideas of things for you to do.” He gives a bit of a shrug, not exactly knowing what exactly the woman wanted from him. First she entered his ship and now she was requesting he share some grand adventure with her? With no indications of where to go? This was weird. He would figure it out once they got to Nevarro.

She gives a slow nod of her head before speaking. “I never said I was looking for fun. If that’d been the case I would’ve demanded you take me to Coruscant. There’s plenty of trouble to get into there.” She offers in retort before settling in somewhat uncomfortably next to him. “I don’t think I’ve heard of Nevarro.”

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imperiumx​:

“Of course. I just like to spice it up sometimes.” Anakin teases before leaning in to give the senator a soft kiss to her lips. It makes him feel warm inside. How it felt the same every single time – so perfect and right – was not something he would question. He’d allow himself merely to feel it even if it wasn’t the jedi way.

“A meal sounds pleasant, Padme. Anything with you does.”

She doesn’t have much time to give a response before his kiss is welcomed. When her lips are released, she smiles, looking to him with admiration. “I trust you can find more endearing names to choose from.” She offers, smiling all the same as she grabs a house coat, finding a chill over her. 

The senator looks to the Jedi with a snicker as she pulls her hair from under the fabric of the jacket, shaking her head. “You are such a romantic sometimes, Ani.”