Headcanons for being a Skywalker triplet and being raised in the Empire
Skywalkers x sibling!reader
warnings: death and destruction. reader lowkey evil in the first half
a/n: yeah,,,its based on an oc. timeline is slightly out of order/weird bc im doing it from memory
prompt:
when you were born, you and your other two siblings were separated
your brother was sent to live with an uncle on tattooine
your sister was raised by alderaan nobility
and you, you never made it to your destination
the ship that carried you and the jedi that would care for you was intercepted, you were taken and brought to your father, anakin—now known as darth vader
as far as he knew, you were the only child and he had killed your mother, padmé
the emperor saw use for you and decided you’d be kept within the empire, vader could be close and you’d know your father, but you were not to reveal your true identities
“father, you used to be a jedi?” -you
“i was once, but that was a long time ago” -vader
“what happened?” -you
“the order betrayed me, sent my master to kill me. they could not be trusted, which is why we must kill all jedi” -vader
“yes, father” -you
your training to be an inquisitor was overseen by vader, who grew more and more angry at your spar partner every time you were hit
“patience, vader. you must not show weakness—or else i will kill y/n myself” -palpatine
you had a lot of weight on your shoulders. hiding the fact you were anakin skywalker and padmé amidala’s child. vader’s child. palpatine always had his eye on you. he wanted you to be one of his soldiers
you were very young when you were appointed an inquisitor role. about 13
and you had been given a new last name as not to tip off anyone in the empire
you often reported to vader—a petty complaint or a real crime
“another inquisitor compared me to a bantha” -you
“it will be dealt with” -vader
that inquisitor was dead by the end of the day
you were tasked with a lot of special missions, trusted with sensitive information—the other inquisitors noticed and were very jealous
but palpatine was impressed by the way you handled yourself
“y/n, you remind me of your father when he was young. powerful, strong, passionate. one day you may have a place by my side” -palpatine
you were shaken by that offer as you knew the rule of twos
rebels feared you, an inquisitor who swiftly wiped them from the galaxy without a second thought
the clone wars fascinated you, and as much as you wanted to pry for information from your father, you conceded
but you always heard whispers of anakin skywalker’s famed 501st legion and his padawan, ahsoka
you always wondered if he compared the two of you
sometimes, when away from palpatine—often on mustafar—you’d be vader’s child and not another inquisitor. you’d be able to spar and speak a bit more freely.
“your mother. she was a politician. formerly the queen of naboo when she was your age. i…loved her dearly. but the jedi forbid it, we had to keep it a secret” -vader
“would the emperor have allowed it?” -you
“he was one of few who knew” -vader
some days he wished he were just anakin and the three of you lived peacefully on naboo. he wished you were not a soldier like him. but he was truly proud of what you’d amounted to
your faith in the empire started to falter around the time the ghost crew began to wreak havoc
as capable as you were, you hesitated to use your full potential to take them out
and it was noticed
“you will not show these criminals mercy, y/n! you take them out, or i will find someone more deserving of power!” -palpatine
it was around age 16 you questioned the cause
analyzed it without the influence of palpatine or vader or any soldiers
unfortunately, it wasn’t that simple
some years later, you were assigned to the death star—an honor, it was
one day you and vader had captured princess leia of alderaan and you felt…different. some sort of connection
“not often you see an inquisitor these days” -leia
“nor a princess committing treason against the empire” -you, putting her in her cell
before you knew it, there was a whole crew of rebels on board trying to save her
some more familiar than others
kenobi?
“i know that name” -you
“silence, child. i will finish what i started” -vader
obi-wan recognized you right away, the child he failed to bring to safety
but what didn’t sit right with you was when you’d hunted the other rebels going to save the princess, you heard
“i’m luke skywalker, i’m here to rescue you”
skywalker
your true name was shared by another
were you a twin?
there wasn’t enough time to figure out the details, you were a servant to the empire—to palpatine. you had a mission
but before long you’d have to escape the destruction of the death star
“father. that boy. his name is skywalker” -you
“the force is strong in him” -vader
“what do we do?” -you
“you will receive instruction when necessary” -vader
lots to ponder, lots to unpack
a brother. a brother even vader didn’t know about. he had to be. theres no other explanation
and with obi-wan kenobi? your father’s master. this was no coincidence
some time passed and you met the rebels again in bespin—cloud city
it was here your father confronted luke about his parentage.
“luke, i am your father” -vader
but as vader was distracted, you fled to help the rest of the millennium falcon crew escape
“how can we trust you?” -lando
“please, understand, i have been raised in the empire my entire life. forced to hide my true identity. my real name is y/n skywalker. my parents are padmé amidala and anakin skywalker. i believe luke is my twin brother” -you
“oh, please, you’ll say anything to get the chance to kill us—” -lando
“i believe they’re telling the truth. come with us, y/n” -leia
you’d saved luke and fled bespin with the remainder of the crew, apologizing for han’s fate in the carbonite
and luke was thrilled to see you face to face all things considered
“so it’s true? vader is my—our father?” -luke
“i was found in a ship with a jedi—presumably on a mission to hide me from the empire. vader had no idea you existed. until you met on the death star” -you
“you spent your whole life in the empire?” -luke
“i did. but to preserve vader’s anonymity, i was not permitted to be his ‘child,’ although—vader has a hard time following rules. they trained me as soon as my power began to show and inducted me into the inquisitors early on. i just…it never felt right. i’ve killed…so many people. done so many unforgivable things and yet i could never break free until now” -you
luke hugged you. it was the first time anyone ever had
“y/n. i know we’re strangers, but i understand regret. you left of your own free will, knowing there could be consequences. you came with us. there is good in you” -luke
you felt bad luke was comforting you when your dad had just had his hand chopped off
he asked what you knew of your father’s history, your mother’s history, and you told him all you could
your freedom from the empire felt refreshing
being y/n skywalker was refreshing
and although building trust took time, luke advocated for you every chance he could
“y/n knows the empire inside and out. they have training as a pilot, a soldier, a leader. you can’t go wrong with them” -luke
“y/n was complicit in the destruction of alderaan and countless other planets. billions murdered without so much as a warning. gone. like that” -mon mothma
“if i may, considering it is my people’s demise you are invoking—y/n has made their choice to join the rebellion. shed their imperial image and trained as a jedi with luke. we are lucky to have someone so well-versed in the ways of the empire” -leia
“and you’re comfortable with y/n, the sith raised by darth vader and the empire, to command rebel troops? what if they lead them into a trap?” -mon mothma
“y/n has done nothing since their departure from the empire to invoke such suspicion. i’ve seen nothing but acts of remorse and kindness as they rebuild their image” -leia
you couldn’t figure out why leia was so kind to you. you felt guilty about the destruction of her planet
but she blamed vader. she didn’t blame you as you were just a pawn in a sick game
the battle of endor was fought while you and luke handled vader and palpatine
“are you ready, brother?” -you, grabbing his hand
“i am glad to have you by my side” -luke
palpatine laughed in your face
“six months away from the empire and you’re already claiming to be a jedi? hah! you have years of darkness inside of you, i was ready to make you my new protégé. it is a shame, you’d be a good one” -palpatine
you, luke, and vader fought together to vanquish him, and as you watched your father die, you knew he did everything he could to protect you in this life
“y/n. seeing you as a jedi…has been the most fulfilling part of my life. luke, thank you for guiding them where they should have always been” -anakin
as the rebels won the war, you went back to the forest moon of endor, where luke informed you of something he had been waiting to tell you for some time
“obi-wan told me something, it feels like a miracle, really” -luke
“well, spit it out, already!” -you
“we’re triplets” -luke
“we have another sibling?” -you
“leia is our sister” -luke
it felt like everything clicked at that very moment. a sister. you three were connected from the beginning
you soon hugged leia and delivered the news with luke
a family reunion years in the making
after the events of the war died down and the galaxy began to rebuild, you decided you needed to atone for your sins
do some good on your own
“don’t hesitate to call. we’re just a hologram away” -leia
“thank you for being there for me. and believing in me. i wouldn’t be here you without you guys” -you
summary: You’re five years old when Darth Vader kills your mom. Or — so you think — your parents.
pairing: han solo x skywalker!reader (eventually), platonic skywalker family x reader
word count: 4.3k
warnings: so many feelings, reader's anakin and padme's daighter, also she's a itty bitty haunted by the force, anakin and padme die but it’s not really explored much (yet), mentions of childbirth, nightmares, mentions of anakin’s demise on mustafar, one swear word i think
author's note: I know y'all want an update on the heir and the wolf and that the star wars fandom is as dead as pope francis but PLEASE HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE 🙏🙏🙏 this is for the 2 people that said they would read it lmao
divider from @saradika
You’re four years old when your mum comes back to your apartment on Coruscant with the happy news.
She nears your room, where you're trying to screw back together a toy lightsaber that you somehow managed to dissect — tongue sticking out of your mouth, a concentrated pout prominent on your face. You’re really your father’s daughter, she ponders sometimes, thinking back to that blonde boy on the sand planet that managed to build a whole robot with scraps. The nurse droid, RO-N4, is dutifully watching your work, assuring that you don’t hurt yourself in the process and hinting at the pieces that should go back together; she raises her head when she sees that Padmé has returned.
You jump up when you notice her, running to give her a big hug, almost making her lose her balance; but she’s used to it, and wastes no time in hoisting you on her hip. The robot stands up, ready to gently reprimand you, but your mother gingerly shoos her away with a smile. “Why don’t you go out with Threepio on a walk? I’ll stay here with her. We have something to discuss.” she winks at you, “Some serious girl talk to do, am I right?”
You giggle — that childish, innocent laugh that makes hours of relentless debates in the Senate worth going through — rubbing your cheek against hers. “Yeah! I have shoooo many things to tell you, mama!”
The robots follow the senator’s suggestion, stumbling their way out of the door, and you soon go back to the area dedicated to your toys to show her your hard work. “Look, mama!” you’re basically jumping up and down in joy, holding up the pieces of the once toy lightsaber. “This is the cyber crystal–”
“Kyber crystal, sweetie.”
“Ky-ber crystal. And then this is the one part of the handle with the switch–”
You could go on and ramble for hours, she thinks. She’d happily listen to all and any of your thoughts and wonders and never get tired from it. Soon enough, Padmé’s lying down on the soft sponge puzzle pieces of the playmat that serve to prevent any possible injury from falling over. We’ll need to change those soon, she thinks absentmindedly, she’s already grown out of the always-falling-over phase.
She isn’t sure of how much time passes; at some point your ramblings slow and you scoot closer to her, sniggling in her lap. “Mama,” you mumble, yawning. “‘m so happy that you’re here. I missed you a lot today.”
Her heart breaks. A hand carding through your locks, she smiles sadly, “I know, sweetie, I’m sorry that mama has to work so much. But I promise it’s just so that once you grow up you will be able to live in a peaceful Galaxy, without ever worrying about learning how to fight like your papa.”
You perk up. “But I wanna be like papa when I grow up.”
She shakes her head, feigning her best scandalized expression. “How dare you? What am I, chopped liver?” she takes you in her arms and blows raspberries in your cheeks, making you squeal and thrash around. “Nooo! Don’t, mama, it’s ticklish!”
“What about being a senator, mh?” she offers, not unkindly. “We can fight too, you know.” She puts on her best imitation of Palpatine and presses a matter of utmost importance, “Senator Skywalker, what do you think we should have for dinner as of today?”
Your chuckle makes your little chest rumble against her belly. Your surname is not Skywalker — it is Amidala, often Naberrie when on Naboo, but never have your parents referred to you as that; they mostly leave it out when asked, avoiding the question but never stating either the truth or the cover-up. There’s still hope to change the Order, Anakin always says, that one day she can wear my surname without it causing a scandal. And Padmé believes him: and she believes that when the time comes, you’ll be rightly known as Senator Skywalker.
Suddenly, you go quiet. “I want papa,” you whisper it like it’s forbidden — it kind of is, but you shouldn’t know that. Padmé’s heart breaks a little again. Anakin was sent out on a mission two weeks ago and hasn’t even been able to keep in touch ever since, making you miss him terribly.
She laughs as softly as she can — she doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. “No can do, sweetie. Papa isn’t due to be home in at least another three days, but I’m sure that once he’s here he’ll be elated to spend some time with you. Besides, you can’t eat papa for dinner.” she rests her cheek on her hand, patting the free space next to her. “Until he comes back, it’s just you and me. What would you like to do tomorrow? I have no Senate meetings.”
You scoot closer, lying down on the spot she just patted, curling against her chest, “Can we see Ahsoka, then?”
She chuckles a little quieter now. Her and Anakin still don't know how to explain to you that she left the Order a while ago and has no intention on returning to Coruscant any time soon. “Ahsoka’s away like papa, honey. But I’m sure that once she comes back, she’ll be just as happy as he will to spend time with you.”
She smooths your hair back, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead, pressing her hand up and down your back. She wonders how good of a sister you’ll be; and even if she knows you’ll be wonderful with the new baby, she still can’t bring herself to say it out loud. “How about I make some shaak meat and then get you prepared for a good bubble bath?”
You look up at her, pouting, “But I’m big now! Do I really have to bathe?”
Padmé bursts out laughing. “You’ll have to clean yourself your whole life, sweetheart, to hopefully not smell like a bantha.”
You huff, glaring at her. “Papa barely even showers.”
“Papa stinks. He was raised on a planet with barely any water and still considers showers optional. Do you ever hear me tell him how I love his perfume? No, that’s because he doesn’t use any. You hear me sending him to sleep on the couch because he smells terribly, though.”
You end up eating your dinner — vegetables included — without a fuss and going to take your bath like a champ. Somewhere along that timespan both the nurse droid and C-3PO came back home to be of help in cleaning the kitchen as Padmé prepares you for bed, lying down next to you and reading to you one of the stories in the hologram that Anakin bought on one of his last missions.
MId-story, she notices you get eerily silent. She carefully turns her head, trying to understand if you’re already sleeping, only to find you more awake than her, eyes open wide. “Is… is everything alright, sweetie?” she asks, a bit bewildered– just a moment ago, you looked like you were about to fall asleep, and now you look like you’re ready to fight everything that could be thrown at you.
“Mama,” you whisper it like it’s a secret, “I just remembered. How are they?”
She blinks, confused. “Who?”
“The twins,” you say, “Luke and Leia.” you pat her belly as if to state the obvious.
She looks at you, horrified — she found out she was pregnant today, and no droid or doctor mentioned twins. “I– sweetheart, what?”
You lean your head, confused. “I saw them yesterday in a dream. They asked me about you.”
Her heart almost stops. She laughs nervously, looking at you with wide eyes, expecting you to say something about the weird and absolutely not real dream that you had, but instead you just stare at her, completely serious. “What… what do you mean?”
You frown. “If you don’t know, then I can’t help you. Nighty night.” you tuck yourself under the covers and curl above her chest once again, sighing happily.
Padmé’s heart feels heavy. It’s happening again– you murmur something about having had a dream, say something even more alarming, then completely ignore what you just said and act like nothing happened. It’s getting worrying — Padmé managed to get you out of the Jedi program last year just because of her status as senator, but she is sure that this year, she won’t be as lucky. The quantity of midi-chlorians in your blood can’t be hid, unfortunately, and in probably less than a year she will be forced to give you up to the Temple.
Anakin’s sure you will make a great Jedi, but your mother’s worried — and how can she not be? Her husband’s more away than he is at home, and with the war going on, it’s already a miracle he manages to visit Coruscant. The fact that you seem to possess your father’s horrifying ability to dream about possible futures doesn’t ease her worries.
“I’m just worried about her–”
“But why? She’s young, she’ll be trained–”
“She will, but I don’t want her to be haunted by the thoughts of possible futures and whatnot.”
It’s late. You’ve already gone to bed, shushed by Anakin’s stories and anecdotes from his latest mission, and even if this should be a carefree and happy moment because her husband has managed to come back home unscathed again– your mother just can’t get something out of her head.
Anakin huffs and puts his hands on his waist, looking at Padmé like she’s crazy — there it is, where you got your attitude from. “I can always call one of the Temple guards and tell them that there’s a Force-sensitive kid here. They can train her until I can take her as Padawan; it’ll take, what? Six, seven years? Hopefully I’ll be done with the war by that time and will be able to focus on her as my padawan.”
His wife crosses her arms, glaring at him, “I don’t want her as your padawan,” she grits out, “I want her safe, here, where we can have a decent relationship and she won’t be stripped away from my arms.”
He leans his head and raises an eyebrow. “Sweetheart, I can’t make her dreams go away. I don’t even know how to make my nightmares go. But at the Temple, they can teach her how to control them, how to use them for her own good– for the Order’s and the Republic’s own good–”
“You say that just because you wouldn’t have any problems in seeing her,” she sniffs, “you’ll be a welcome, familiar presence in the Temple — but it is known that they don’t let anyone outside of the Jedi enter.”
His shoulders drop, and he starts shaking his head. “Padmé…”
“Don’t. Don’t tell me that we have to give her up to the Temple, because I don’t want to and I won’t–”
“But we’ll have to, Padmé, they’ll teach her everything she’ll ever need and–”
She bursts out crying. It might be the pregnancy, or the fact that she still hasn’t told him about it and it’s eating her alive, but she’s much more emotional than usual. “I don’t want them to take her away from me!”
Anakin’s eyes soften, his posture breaks, “Oh, dear,” he mutters, pulling her in his arms and letting her cry out in his chest. “It’ll be alright,” he murmurs, lips pressed to her head, “we’ll find a solution for everything.” He still doesn’t know when or how, but he’ll try with everything he has to solve this situation to the best of his ability.
He had honestly thought Padmé was exaggerating when she said that you were having visions, probably thinking it was just baby babbling or something, but he is proven wrong that same night, when he is abruptly woken up by the sound of the door of their bedroom opening.
“Papa?” you call out from the doorstep, voice sleepy.
He manages to get himself out of bed — when he’s home, night duty is always on him, as Padmé already deals with it enough while he’s away — and, yawning, he walks off to you and kneels down to your level, sending a glance to your bantha plushie safely tucked under your elbow. “What is it, sweetheart?”
Blank stare on your part, you look at him like a war veteran would. “You were being burned, papa.”
He blinks and counts to five before accepting that it’s way too late in the night — or early in the morning, he has no idea — to deal with this type of shit. “Okay, listen– how about we go catch some fresh air outside, hm?”
You let him pick you up without any protests, curling up in his arms as you whimper quietly. He drags his feet along the pavement of the apartment, sliding open the door to the terrace that overlooks the whole city; it’s like it never sleeps, always someone going around and about with their speeders, lights often left on in the apartments below. The night air sends a chill down his spine and he instinctively holds you tighter in hopes to shield you from the cold.
“Mum told me about these dreams you’ve been having,” he starts slowly.
You hum, pressing closer to him, the plushie squashed between you two. Your eyes look tired, almost older than you actually are, and his heart squeezes at the sight. “Papa, do you know Darth Vader?”
His heart skips a beat. He knows no Vader, surely not a Sith named like that, but the fact that you dreamed about it almost makes his knees buckle. He mentally promises himself to make some digging in the archives and reports for any Vaders that might be hiding out there. “I don’t, sweetheart. Do you?”
Your brows furrow, your little hand patting the skin above his heart. “I don’t think I do.”
He presses his lips into a thin line. “Well, what does he do in your dreams?”
Your frown deepens. “I never see him. But Obi-Wan’s afraid of him– or, or angry at him, I’m not sure. Maybe both.”
His frown mirrors yours. You’ve never met Obi-Wan aside from a time or two when he was assigned as bodyguard to your mother, but that was years ago; you shouldn’t be able to remember him. “How do you know who Obi-Wan is, sweetheart?”
You stare at him like he’s stupid. “Isn’t he a friend?”
“I mean, I guess he is, but you’ve never actually met him, have you?”
“Then I think I will.” you cuddle back on his shoulder like nothing happened.
Yeah, we gotta send this one to the Temple, he bitterly thinks. The thought of your mother alone in this apartment after years of having you around makes him sad, but there’s no one else apart from the masters there that could help you — he would try to, if the war wasn’t stripping him of all of his free time.
Anakin has no time to properly train you. As of now, he could manage to give you chopped notions and barely any principles; in the Temple, all the Jedi solely focus on the younglings’ training, a luxury he can’t afford right now.
She’s still so young, Padmé’s voice rings in his head, I don’t want her to forget about me.
Six years old might be already too old for a youngling, Anakin ponders, but five years old would be perfect. They still accept kids that age.
Another birthday for Padmé, he decides, another birthday and then off to the Temple she goes.
Except, he doesn’t know there’s no time for another birthday. Not for Padmé, anyways. Nor for him, too, some could argue.
“Papa,” you mumble, “could you sing me that lullaby?”
He chuckles affectionately. “Aren’t you getting a little too old for that?” He teases, with no actual intent in ever stopping to sing Ghost Star to you. You could be forty and him on his deathbed and, if you asked, he’d still sing it for you. “Ghost star, wonder where you are; Ghost star, are you very far? All night long, I will sing your song, if you watch over me…”
You do end up properly meeting Obi-Wan. That is, unfortunately, after — for what you know — both your parents die.
The air in the spacecraft is eerily still, as even C-3PO is stunned to silence. The tears on your cheeks have long since dried, and you keep fidgeting with a small, faintly glowing cube in your hands — the only thing you managed to take with you when your mother loaded you into the spaceship directed to Mustafar. She’s — was, was, was — able to open it, but you still have no idea how to do it; your father promised he would have taught you to, but… well. He now never will.
The cries from the med bay stopped a while ago. And while you’re still so young, you know that the silence means nothing good. You might not be a master of the Force, or know enough about it to understand fully what it means, but you’ve felt it — your mother’s presence slipping away in favor of two smaller ones.
Finally, after a time that seems never-ending, Obi-Wan emerges from the door connecting the hallway with the infirmary, his expression full of sorrow. He looks surprised by your calmness, almost as if he had expected you to have gone crazy by now. “Hi,” he breathes lowly, tired and remorseful. How do you tell a kid her mother’s dead when just a few hours ago you had to break the same type of news about her father?
After he understands that you’re not going to reply, he gets closer and kneels in front of you, taking note of the cube you’re holding in your hands — a holocron. Does she know how to open it, yet? “Hey, kid,” he tries as softly as he can, “I…”
“Mama’s gone, isn’t she?” You interrupt him. Obi-Wan almost stumbles; the look in your eyes is scaringly similar to the one Anakin had sometimes, strangely old for your age. “I felt her slipping away like papa did.”
His lips are pressed into a thin line as he puts a hand on your shoulder. “I’m really sorry,” he says it even though he knows it won’t change anything. “We tried everything, but even the medical droid had no idea what to do.”
“Oh,” C-3PO mumbles as R2-D2 beeps sadly. “This– this is horrendous news.”
You nod absentmindedly, like you’d seen it coming. “Are Luke and Leia okay?”
He raises his eyebrows. “Who?”
“The twins. Are they okay?”
As even Padmé looked surprised by the fact she was having twins, he wonders how in the world you knew and gave them names. Your mother left no names behind, and he had thought about just naming them after your parents, but if you already had names picked out… then it’s not his place to name your siblings, is it?
“They are.” C-3PO sighs in relief as R2-D2 lets out a happier beep. “Would you like to see them?”
You nod timidly, almost stumbling as you stand up from the chair you sat in and taking Obi-Wan’s hand when he offers it to you. You’re still gripping on the holocron like a lifeline, its dim glow faltering every now and then. “Do you know what that is?” He asks, pointing at it as the door to the infirmary opens.
You glance at it, unsure. “Dunno. Mama always played the hologram inside when I missed papa, but I tried opening it and it didn’t work.”
If Padmé managed to open it, then Anakin must’ve programmed the holocron so that the Force frequency needed to open it was small enough that she could play it; even if you were a prodigy like your father, though, it would be impossible for you to open it without directions or a minimal training.
The nurse-droid your mother brought with her is feeding some milk to one of the twins when you enter — Obi-Wan guesses she might have had it with her the whole time, because he doesn’t remember this ship having such a thing as baby formula in its stocks.
RO-N4 places the infant back in the cot with the other twin as soon as they burp, and since you’re still too short to properly look at them Obi-Wan has to take you in his arms for you to have a good peek.
“This is Leia,” he murmurs softly, pointing at the baby with small tufts of brown hair. “She was born first.” He then points to the smaller, uglier and balder twin, “And this is Luke; he was born right after.”
You coo, pushing your index finger against Luke’s cheek. “They’re so ugly,” you state, not exactly with the intent of insulting them– just saying what’s in your mind.
Obi-Wan chuckles fondly. “Well, I’m sure you were at least as ugly as them when you were this little. Pretty much everyone is.”
You turn to him, holocron still in hand, hesitantly nudging it to him. “Mister Obi,” you say, calling him with the nickname that later on will stick to him for pretty much your entire time spent with him, “do you know how to play this?”
He nods, taking the holocron in his hand and changing his hold on you so that he can use his other hand while still keeping you upright, “This is a holocron. It’s used by Force users to store information and files, and it opens if infused with the Force. Let’s see…”
He concentrates on the cube, focusing a small amount of Force within it, then delicately twists the corners as it starts to glow steadier. Just as he expected — the smallest amount of Force that even Padmé could’ve been able to conjure up. The holocron starts to float, projecting a hologram in the dim-lit room.
It starts with Anakin, clearly just knighted as a proper Jedi: he’s still a bit scrawny, his hair’s yet to grow after the braid and the small ponytail for padawans had been cut. He looks a bit embarrassed to be in front of the camera as a small baby’s cries echo in the recording. “Do I really have to do this?” He mutters.
A laugh comes from the side, and the baby’s cries get louder — maybe closer to the camera. “Of course you do!” It’s Padmé’s voice, amused but clearly tired, stabbing directly into Obi-Wan's heart. That poor, poor girl… “It’s the only way she’ll stop crying, and since you’re mostly off-world, she’s mostly crying. This will solve a lot of my problems — even the droids are starting to go mad.”
A pair of arms and a swoosh of a dress appear to the side, and suddenly a crying infant is trusted into Anakin’s hands. It’s you, his master realises, crying as if the world’s about to end, face all red and pudgy, definitely a bit less ugly than your siblings. Your father’s eyes soften in a way that makes Obi-Wan’s heart ultimately crumble.
“Hey,” he murmurs, cooing and humming as he presses kisses all over your cheeks. He winces as your face contorts even more, “Now, c’mon, don’t look at me like that,”
“Please, Master, just sing the song!” It’s C-3PO’s voice in the distance, full of despair and anguish. “Another sob and the metal holding me together might just turn to rust!” R2-D2’s beeping seems to be of the same idea as him.
Anakin huffs, glaring down at you with no real hostility. “You’re one hell of a spoiled baby, you know that?”
Your cries continue nonetheless. He glares at the camera. “Padmé, I love you, but if anyone else ever sees this, I’m divorcing you,”
“You would never,” your mother’s knowing voice is a mere rumble in the distance as Anakin settles to hold you tight to his chest, pressing a kiss to your forehead before starting to sing.
“Ghost star, wonder where you are; Ghost star, are you very far? All night long, I will sing your song, if you watch over me. Ghost star, hiding in the night, all your friends are all so bright… when the sky is clear, I can sense you near, looking down on me. Ghost star, silent in the sky, now I start to wonder why. Show me your light; I've waited all night. Ghost star, won't you sing with me?”
He sings the lullaby multiple times until you’re completely knocked out, dismissing Padmé when she offers to take you back to your room, preferring to keep you close for another while. His stare as he looks at you is so tender that Obi-Wan can’t believe he just had to leave him to die.
Soon enough the recording restarts, the same banter and song again, but he lets it play. Every word is a guilt trip, every laugh a stab in his chest, and the image of Anakin with a baby happily sleeping against his chest might just be the end of him.
By the time he finally shuts the holocron off both you and the twins are passed out; he tries to convince himself that the hole in his chest isn’t gnawing away at the last bit standing of his sanity. He looks at you, carding a hand through your hair, of the same tenderness as your father but with the same curl of your mother's, and decides here and there to never tell you about what really happened on Mustafar. Not that he really had the intention to do, as of now, but… you don’t deserve to know about Vader. Obi-Wan won’t let you live with the knowledge that your father killed both himself and your mother, no.
And so, the lie about Darth Vader killing both Senator Amidala and her loyal guard, Anakin Skywalker, who lost his life fighting for hers, is born.
Summary: Their love was an unexpected journey, a clash of two different worlds. Din Djarin, the skilled bounty hunter, and the young Jedi with a powerful heritage. Together, they embarked on a quest to protect the galaxy and one very special child, learning to trust each other and discovering a bond that transcended their differences.
pairing: Din Djarin x afab!Skywalker!reader
warning: 18+ content, Eventual smut, Unprotected sex, Violence, Blood, Age-Gap, Kidnapping, Domestic Bliss, Fluff, a sprinkle of Angst, Idiots in love, Flirting, possessive!Din, powerful!reader, Jedi!reader, Grogu being adorable, Grogu loves his Ma more than his buir.
Chapters
000. — the prologue — [As the dust settles, Din can't shake the weight of an indescribable feeling. A feeling that he's done something he can never make amends for. Little does he know, fate has plans to intervene and an unknown ally is on their way to his aid.]
001. — the force of nature — [As a bounty hunter, Din has completed his mission, however, he is unbeknownst to the storm that will knock the wind out of him, literally.]
002. — the battle for the baby — [Din and his partner fight as one, their expertise unrivaled as they battle the Imperial agents. Their unwavering determination to protect the Child drives them forward, overcoming every obstacle with fierce resolve.]
003. — the escape — [Din and his partner, along with the droid and the Child, find themselves in a tense standoff with the guild leader Greef Karga. With blasters drawn, they stand united to protect the Child at all costs.]
☼ Please note that I do not wish to have my work translated or published on any third party reading websites. I claim the rights to my work.
☼ Where I don’t have any rights to the characters, many ideas and OC are my own creation. Please respect that.
Summary: Even death can’t keep you from those you love
Warnings: severe angst, you’re dead, fluff,
Reader: Dead Gender Neutral Jedi Skywalker Reader
Pairings: Obi-Wan x Gender Neutral Reader
Word Count: 2,748
A/n: This is a direct sequel to Escape. I highly recommend you read it first.
Masterlist
"Stay very quiet," Jeana whispers to the younglings. She lifts her finger to her lips for emphasis before turning back to the doorway. Her eye peaks through the crack to spy on what's happening on the outside.
She sees a small squadron of Stormtroopers marching around the streets. They're patrolling too close to their ship to get inside unseen. Besides, Jeana could sense someone out there. Someone stronger than a handful of troopers.
"We can't stay here much longer," Talmotta, a Twi'lek, mutters to Jeana. Talmotta had been weeks from becoming a padawan when the Republic fell and the Jedi were slaughtered.
Other than her and him there were half a dozen of younglings ranging from the age of five to eight years old. Their mission is to return them to the homes the Jedi had taken them from. It was you last instruction to Jeana and she didn't want to disappoint you.
However, returning the children back to their homes proved to be difficult but not impossible. Thankfully, Jeana has been able to return nearly all the younglings with the small group huddled behind her being the only few left.
In the beginning, it had been relatively easy. The Empire was still finding it's footing and settling in the galaxy to pay much attention to Jeana and her mission. Now it's been nearly a year since the fall of the Republic and traveling from planet to planet has become more dangerous.
"Remember, my padawan, there is always another way," You voice whispers to Jeana. Your former padawan feels a warm comforting feeling wash over her as if you were standing right beside her. "Focus with the Force. Let it guide you," You instruct.
These are words that you have spoken to her on more than one occasion. While she wanted to believe you were with her she wrote off the voice to old memories resurfacing. Either way, she listened.
Taking a deep breath she tunes into the force. When she refocuses the path is clear. She whispers the plan to Talmotta who nods in agreement.
"Be swift, the opening will not last," You advise. This was too specific for Jeana to write off as a memory.
"Master?" She asks, looking for you. She prayed you were alive. She hoped you had escaped Anakin and Coruscant. She hoped you were somewhere out in the galaxy with Obi-Wan living a happy life. She had known about your romantic feelings for the other Jedi Master and hoped that since the Jedi were no more that you would finally indulge in your own happiness.
"I am always with you," You tell her. "Now move,"
"Let's go," Jeana snaps into action.
Swiftly, the group moved from their hiding spot and slipped into the crowd. Talmotta and Jeana split the group, each taking three younglings. Talmotta made it to the ship with ease but Jeana was not so lucky.
"Identification papers," A trooper demands, stepping in front of Jeana.
"You don't need our papers," Jeana says, using the force to trick his mind. With her focus on the trooper she failed to notice how the area around them was becoming empty. The people were leaving hastily.
"I don't need your papers," The trooper repeats.
"You'll let us go," Jeana continues.
"You're free to go," He steps to the side and Jeana ushers the children toward the ship. As they were stepping up the ramp, Jeana freezes.
"No," She whispers. She slowly turns and at the end of the paddock stands Anakin Skywalker, now known as Darth Vader.
Pure fear strikes through her very core. She knew that he recognized her. How could he not? She had been his sisters padawan. You and her along with him and Ahsoka had gone on many missions together.
She also knew that he knew that she was tasked with getting the children back to their families. Which meant he knows that the ship is filled with force sensitive children. The one thing he wants to destroy.
"Hand over the children and surrender," Vader orders.
"Get on the ship," You tell her. Jeana searches for you subtly but doesn't see you anywhere. "No offense, my padawan, but you're no match for him. He'll cut you down," You say before materializing in front of her. Jeana gasps. "Just as he did me,"
"No," Jeana whispers, tears instantly filling her eyes. "No, master, you can't be," Jeana whimpers, covering her mouth.
"Shh, hold it together just a little longer, my padawan," You say, gently. You step closer to her. "I'm so proud of you. You're doing so well but we don't have time right now. Get on the ship and continue your mission. I'll give you as much time as I can but you have to go,"
"Yes, Master," Jeana nods, forcing herself to remain calm and focused.
"Now go," You encourage. Jeana stares at you for a moment longer before stepping onto the ship. The instant she's off the ramp you use the force to close it to prevent her from taking a second look. You then face your brother.
"Impossible," Vader says, taking out his saber. "You died in the temple,"
"Brother, you have no idea what's possible," You tell him. "You've caused enough death and destruction. I will not allow you to kill these children,"
"How can you stop me?" Vader asks.
"I may have died the last time I faced you but I accomplished my goal. I have stopped you once, do not doubt I can do it again," You warn him. Behind you the ship begins to lift off the ground.
Vader orders a strike on it but every bullet and missile that's scent at the craft is redirected. You keeps your eyes on Vader while using the force to keep the ship safe while also giving it a boost to leave faster.
"Tell me, brother, have you accomplished any of your goals? Or have you just been a constant failure?"
"I have destroyed the Jedi," Vader says and you smirk.
"As long as there's hope and those with the force, the Jedi are never gone," You tell him. "You will spend your life in darkness where nothing will ever be enough. You will have nothing to fight for but power and that will be taken from you soon enough," You say.
"You underestimate the power of the dark side," Vader says.
"And you put far too much trust in your master," You spit. "I pity you, Anakin. You once had love and happiness but now you will live with neither. What an empty life you'll have," You say before disappearing.
***
Jeana shifts in the pilot's seat. The younglings have long since fallen asleep in the back and Talmotta's searching for a midnight snack. In front of her is the blue streaks of hyperspace.
She replays what had happened before take off. You had appeared to her. You had protected them against Vader yet again. While she is relieved to have had your help she can't help but to mourn.
Now she knows that you are truly dead. Before she had hope but now there is none. Now she knows you aren't on some beautiful planet, far away from the galaxy's problems, lounging with Obi-Wan.
"Don't cry for me, please," You whisper, appearing in the co-pilot's seat. Jeana's head snaps towards you,
"Y/n," She whispers. You smile and give her a soft nod. "How is this possible?" She asks.
"It's no easy feat, I'll tell you that," You say, smirking a bit. "But I can direct you to a place where you can learn this. If you wish to continue your Jedi training," You tell her.
"Continue?" She asks, her eyes going distant. "I haven't thought about what happens next," She admits quietly.
"And that's alright," You promise her. "Everything has changed so suddenly. It's ok to not know your next move," She sends you a small shy smile. "As sad as this time has become look at it as a way to become someone new, if you wish," You say. "You can be whoever you want and do whatever you want,"
"There's whispers of a rebellion forming," She tells you. "But my family... They want me to return to them when the mission is over," She says. She sighs heavily and hangs her head. "What would you do?" She asks.
"The majority of my jedi career has been spent fighting for what I believe in. Are the Jedi meant to be soldiers? No but that's what the time called for so that's what we became. Being a fighter is who I always will be,"
"You'd join the rebellion," Jeana says.
"I believe joining them would be inevitable, yes," You nod. "Right away? No," She looks at you. "Jeana, I may act like I have all the answers, but I don't. I pretend to always know what I'm doing but most of the time I'm improvising. Honestly, I would be as lost as you are right now," You tell her truthfully.
"You know, I hoped you had lived," She says. "When I thought of you I imagined you with Obi-Wan. Living a peaceful life with him,"
"You knew about Obi-Wan?" You ask her. She smirks.
"You're as subtle as Anakin and Padme," She says and you laugh a bit.
"Anakin had tried to convince both Obi-Wan and me to forsake the code. He wanted us to be together in secret like him and Padme but that wasn't who we were," You explain to her. "Now, I wish we had. I wish we gave ourselves the moments of affection we craved,"
"I'm sorry you didn't," She says, quietly.
"Me too," You say just as softly. "Jeana, I may be dead but I will always be with you," You tell her.
"Don't leave," She begs softly. "I can't do this without you. I miss you,"
"And I miss you... So much," You say, reaching to caress her cheek. There's a light touch but it's enough for Jeana to feel. "I love you, my padawan. If you wish to continue your studies go to Dagobah. There's you'll find Master Yoda,"
"I don't want another master," She shakes her head, the tears coming back. "I want you,"
"I'm so sorry," You whisper to her. "I wish I could teach you but I can't. Just remember, you don't have to be a Jedi. You can be whoever you want to be. Whatever you choose, just know that I will always love you and I will forever be proud," Jeana smiles through her tears. "I'm right here," You promise, pressing a hand to her heart. You fade quickly bringing a new batch of tears to Jeana's eyes.
"Goodbye," Jeana whispers for the second time.
***
When you reappear you're in a cave. It's damp but cool compared to the desert outside. There's a small bed and a small seating area. Perfect for one isolated man.
In front of you sits, Obi-Wan Kenobi. He sits with his back straight and his eyes closed. He's meditating.
You mimic is position but you don't close your eyes. You don't know how long you'll have the strength to stay in this world. You don't want to look away from him. You don't know when you'll see him again.
"You've always looked handsome but I must say that age treats you well," You whisper softly. His eyes open and for a moment you can tell he doesn't believe you're really there. "Hello, my love," You greet.
"Y/n," He breathes. "So beautiful,"
"Always the charmer," You laugh softly. "I miss you,"
"You have no idea," He says, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I'm sorry I wasn't there. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you,"
"Shh, sweetheart, shh," You whisper, moving closer to him. You kneel as close as possible and place you hands on his face. "You couldn't have protected me Obi. You were worlds away trying to survive yourself," You tell him. "I'm the one who should be sorry. Sorry I couldn't stay alive, that I couldn't fight harder,"
"Darling, no," Obi-Wan shakes his head. "When I saw you on the ground..."
"I wish it wasn't you," You admit, reluctantly leaning away from him. "I wish it had been anybody else and I'm sorry you have to relive that," You say, knowing that memory haunts him.
"Remember that night when we dreamed of running away together?" He asks. You instantly smile.
Years ago, back when the two of you were knights, you both had a fleeting moment. A moment where you wanted to forsake everything to be together. It ended up being a silly dream. You both knew neither of you would go through with it.
"Thinking of what could have been?" You ask. His eyes look down and he slowly nods. "You'll drive yourself mad, my love," You tell him.
"I'm living in isolation on Tatooine. Going mad is inevitable," He jokes looking back at you.
"You can remember me, sweetheart, but please do not loose yourself in the 'what ifs'," You plead with him. His gaze softens. "Please," You add with a cute and innocent look. He smiles at you.
"Have I ever been able to say no to you?" He asks. You smirk and wink at him. "I love you," Obi-Wan whispers.
"Now you tell me," You laugh sadly. Your fingers lightly brush along his beard. "I love you too," You whisper back. You lean forward and press a gentle kiss on his lips. You know it barely feels like anything which only saddens the both of you but at the same time there's peace in the kiss. "I'll always be with you," You promise fading into nothing.
***
As the years pass you sporadically visit Jeana and Obi-Wan. You never wanted to leave either of them but your energy isn't infinite. Every now and then you haunt your brother. You choose your moments carefully in order to help the rebellion.
It's only after the Emperor dies that you're able to be with both Obi-Wan and Anakin. When Obi-Wan had died you had little energy to materialize and he continued to put his focus's on your nephew, Luke.
But with Palpatine gone, Obi-Wan returned to you. He returned to you how you remembered him when you were alive. He was young with the thick beard you loved so much. The instant you saw him the both of you ran into each other's arms and shared a force shattering kiss.
"I'm never letting you go," Obi-Wan whispers to you.
"Good," You whisper back, nuzzling into his neck. He clings to you with all his might. For the first time in decades you feel complete. "I love you so much," He laugh gleefully and kisses your head.
"And I love you, darling," He whispers back.
When the two of you manage to part, you see Anakin. He had been reuniting with Padme but looked at you when you turned to him. His eyes were filled with so much sorrow and you knew that your brother was truly back.
"I didn't mean to kill you. Honestly, I didn't... I didn't want that," Anakin chokes up a bit.
"I know, Ani, I know," You pull him into a hug. "You were always a trouble child," You joke and he laughs, holding you tightly. "But it's ok now," You promise. "It's all alright. We're all together again,"
Every now and then Obi-Wan would return to the mortal world to aid Luke. The longer you're dead the harder it is to return to real life. You had been gone the longest and it felt nearly impossible to return but you managed to do so. You didn't want to leave completely until you knew that Jeana was alright.
She eventually joined the Rebellion but decided against continuing her jedi training. She gave pointers to Luke when he returned from visiting Yoda but made sure he knew she wasn't a master and she didn't want to go back down that path again. He understood.
She made it through the height of the war before coming across a Mandalorian. After spending some time doing some innocent spying you finally got what you were hoping for. Jeana happy and in love with life again.
You knew her and the Mandalorian would look after each other. You knew she had learned everything you had to teach her. Thus you said goodbye for a final time before giving yourself completely to your love, Obi-Wan.
Poe being married to Skywalker!Reader and being around the skywalker family (Leia and Han). They have been married for a few years idk lol
Maybe he Poe says “What family did I marry into?”
WARNINGS: Fem!Reader; Takes place before TFA
Quick throwback to when Poe had to ask Han for your hand in marriage and him being like “NO ONE IS MARRYING MY DAUGHTER! MY DAUGHTER IS TOO GOOD FOR ANY MAN!”
Followed by Leia smacking him in the head.
“Of course we give you our blessing.”
“SPEAK FOR YOURSELF THIS M-”
*Leia scolds him with just a look*
*long sigh* “Fine, I guess. She loves you or whatever.”
You being second in command of the Resistance and Poe being the Commander of the offensive makes you to couple every one looks up to;
Whenever you have strategy meetings with the board members Poe tends to just fix his eyes on you in admiration whenever you come up with a new tactic
Han just smacks him in the head;
“Eyes on the galactic map, not on my daughter”
“Han, we’re married.”
“Is that supposed to make me not want to smack you? Because, let me tell you, it only makes me more eager to do so.”
Your mother being the one that gets your father to calm down, pointing out how similar you and Poe are to them when they were younger
There is this constant bicker but this one night, you, Poe and your parents go to the cantina to celebrate a battle victory and the sole point is to get the men w a s t e d
You and your mom just sip on your drinks but insist on them getting cocktail after cocktail and after about an hour they are both hammered arms around each other’s shoulders singing songs
You and your mom just mischievously smile at each other.
Next morning they’re both hungover and don’t remember a thing
“Don’t forget to meet my dad at 10.”
He just rubs his forehead and looks at you like????????
“Yesterday you both agreed to go on a quick trip on the Falcon. Father and son-in-law bonding time!”
*in the room next door*
“I am telling you I DON’T REMEMBER inviting him to the Falcon let alone GOING ON A JOY RIDE WITH HIM!”
“But you promised the kid, plus it’ll make your daughter happy knowing that the two of you are finally getting along!”
*deep sigh* “I’m only doing this for Y/N.”
Once they’ve both gotten on the Falcon you and your mom stand there waving them goodbye.
“They actually bought it.”
“Of course they did.”
Later on the ship, there is this awkward silence while they’re just floating around hyperspace.
And it doesn’t take them long to put two and two together
“So if you don’t remember anything, and I don’t remember anything, and Y/N was FAIRLY insistent that you invited me -”
“No, Leia said I promised you -”
They both look at each other as it hits them
“What kind of family did I marry into?”
“Trust me kid, I ask myself that same question everyday.”
Summary: This takes place during the Rise of Skywalker around when Leia dies. Her niece is on base when she dies, and Poe returns from Endor to find her in mourning.
Request: SkywalkerReader! Reacting to Leia’s death and Poe comforting her?
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: I cried while writing this, so that doesn’t exactly bode well
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Y/n Skywalker, the only daughter of The Last Jedi.
When her cousin destroyed the Jedi Temple, and her father left, her Aunt Leia took her in; she was 16. However, Leia had been acting as Y/n's mother figure for as long as she could remember, as her mom had died in childbirth, and Luke had never felt as if he could take care of Y/n on his own. In fact, at the Battle of Crait, when her father's figure appeared, he offered more attention to the resistance soldiers than to her.
Leia had both raised her and trained her in the ways of the Jedi. She meant the world to Y/n. Leia was the reason that Y/n never turned to the dark side.
So when somebody came into the makeshift base hospital on Ajan Kloss where you were on bed rest by her order, waiting for a leg wound to heal, bearing the news of her aunt's death, you threw a Kylo Ren sized fit. Same tree, similar apple, right?
“Colonel Skywalker? Are you awake?”
“I am now,” You sat up and immediately, dread washed over you. You could feel the loss of Leia in the universe, you could sense her death, yet still, you asked...
“What happened?”
“The General- Your aunt, she’s dead.”
You couldn’t feel the burns and deep cuts on your leg any longer; you couldn’t feel anything. Suddenly to the poor captain in front of you, you looked strikingly akin to your cousin. You rose out of the bed and approached him.
“Did no one think to retrieve me before she departed?”
“Y/n-”
“Colonel.”
“Colonel, I can’t explain it, it has something to do with the force. But she just walked away and all of a sudden-”
“Leave.”
“I’m sorry? Colonel-”
“I said leave.”
Unlike your cousin, you didn’t need to yell or make some sort of flash of anger to scare somebody; it merely took a look and the right tone. However, this wasn’t something you felt equipped to handle. First came your uncle’s death, then your fathers, both of which you were prepared for in some sense. But Leia’s? You should have been able to say goodbye, you could have helped, you could have done something, but nobody came to get you. You needed her, you didn’t know who you were without her around to help you. After who knows how much time brooding you stormed out into the woods of Ajan Closs.
Your mind was flashing with visions of a planet or a moon you hadn’t seen before, an ocean, some sort of star destroyer, of Rey, of Ben, and of your grandfather. Your face was streaming with tears you weren’t even aware of. You couldn’t feel. You were so angry, with yourself, with your aunt, and your cousin. You felt the grief and pain as the last piece of family you had was ripped away from you. The anger was over taking you and you could only imagine that this was how Ben felt on that fateful night.
You had been fighting this darkness for who knows how long. It has been eating away at you. From the visions, to Kylo Rens appearances to her at night trying to pull you to the dark side.
Unbeknownst after making your way to some clearing, you started taking down trees, throwing rocks, stopping rain, and starting it back up again. You were taking out your anger on the nature that lied before you. It was its own poor luck for being there. You fought the elements for what could have easily been hours, and eventually, you dropped cold in a ring of fire.
* * *
You awoke in a bed that wasn’t yours, not one in the hospital but in one of the residential buildings on the base. Everything hurt; it desperately reminded you of training.
“Y/n?”
It was Poe’s voice that called your name as your eyes fluttered open.
You were choked by tears when you saw his face. You could see the pain that engulfed him not only from the news but at the sight of you.
You were sure that you looked worse than how he had left you which was saying something.
He was sitting in a little chair next to the bed, his bed, that you were lying on.
“Y/n. Chewie, Finn, and I found you in the woods after we landed, you were in this clearing, and you were, or, are really banged up. What happened? Was there some sort of invasion?”
You knew he was asking to give you a reason to explain, of course there was no invasion he would have already heard.
“Poe, I don’t know what I’m gonna do with her gone.”
You didn’t know what else to say. You had neither the will nor the energy to ignore what you were going through. This wasn’t the same as your father's death; this was far worse.
“Does it make it worse or better to say I don’t know?” He asked with kind eyes.
He stood and gestured for you to sit up. He proceeded to sit so that you could lay your head on his lap.
“Both?”
He gave you a little chuckle.
“It’s not easy, I know, but you have to know that the last thing she wants is for you to destroy yourself.”
“Of course, but how? She’s the thing that kept me together Poe.”
“We’ve got each other, that’s how. You aren’t alone, Y/n, you’ve got Rey, Finn, me. We don’t give up on this because she’s dead. And even then, you know better than anyone she isn’t really dead. She lives on in the force.”
“Poe, since when were you such a strong believer in the force?”
“Since you showed me. Y/n no matter what happens, I am here for you.”
“And, what happens if I turn into Ben? Without her here to guide me, to keep me from turning away from the light.”
You had been dreading this day ever since the day your father tried to kill your cousin, your twenty-third birthday. It was Ben Solo’s twenty-third birthday the day he became Kylo Ren, the day your grandfather and the darkness took over. Not only was today your twenty-third but it was three days after Ben’s. Leia knew you worried for this day, and she always reassured you that you were strong in the light and that you wouldn’t stray.
“What I did last night in that clearing, I didn’t know I possessed such darkness.”
“That wasn’t darkness that was suffering.”
“Ben was suffering and look at what he did. The people he murdered-”
“But you’re here right now, aren’t you? In my arms. You aren’t with the First Order or on Exegol with the Sith. You are here, Y/n,” He saw a look on your face he had seen many times since getting to know you. “You aren’t your family. Not Darth Vader, Kylo Ren, or even Luke. Y/n, you may be a Skywalker, but you make your own legacy.”
“Kiss me, Dameron,” you said and angled yourself up so that he could fulfill your request, which he did.
You both shared your mourning and pain in that kiss. Not knowing what was to come with Leia gone, but reminding each other that no matter what, you would be able to find peace in one another’s arms.
“Leia always knew this day would come, she’s prepared you in every way she knew how.”
You nodded. “Do you really think I can do this Poe? Be a Jedi Master, fight?”
“Y/n do you think I can lead?”
“Of course Poe, you’ll make a great General.” You were a little confused by his change of topic.
“Why do you think that?” He asked as you sat up.
“Well Leia chose you for a reason didn’t she? She trained you, and, oh,” It may have taken you a moment but you realized what he was doing.
“Exactly, and Y/n you’ll always have me. No matter what. And hey, I expect the same from you,” He said in an attempt to lighten the mood which you took as an opportunity.
“You know the General gets a bigger room?” You said, referencing the one you were both in now. “And I’m not sure you’ll know what to do with all that space.”
“What are you insinuating Miss Jedi?”
“Well its not as if there’s a Jedi Counsel around to chide me for being with the man I love, Mr General”
“Love?”
“More than anything in the whole galaxy.”
Poe leaned over to give you another kiss, he twisted to meet your lips. It was passionate, filled with love. It unraveled the knot in your stomach and dispelled the darkness you thought was overtaking you. Your nostrils were filled with Poe’s musk, oil from working in the hangar, leather, and cedarwood. You were in love with this man and you knew that as long as you had him you would be alright.
Imagine Luke Skywalker giving you up, his child, to Leia because he can't raise you.
“Luke, are you sure?”
Honestly, he wasn’t. He didn’t want you to think he’d abandoned you. He was doing this because he loved you. Because he wanted a better life for you than the one he could give. “Where I’m going, they can’t follow.”
“You know they’re not going to understand.”
“They will one day,” he was trying to convince himself as much as his sister.
Leia crossed her arms, displeasure written across her face. “They’re going to think you don’t want them.” She had never been one to soften her words.
Luke fought the urge to wince. “I want them to be safe.” If you hated him for it, so be it. It was a price he was willing to pay. “They won’t need me.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I know they’ll be safest with you. That’s what matters.”
“Then you tell them that. Look them in the eye and tell them why you’re leaving them behind. Because they need to hear it from you.”
Luke knew he would have to do it eventually. That didn’t make it any easier to face you, knowing he was going to leave. He knelt in front of you, searching for the right words. You beat him to it.
“I’m going to stay with Aunt Leia and Uncle Han for awhile.” It was a statement, not a question. Sometimes Luke forgot how perceptive you were. You were little, yes, but you were sharp.
“Yes.”
“How long?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Why can’t I come with you?”
“Because I want to know you’re safe. I want to know you’re with people who can take care of you.”
“But you can keep me safe. You can take care of me,” you insisted, your childish stubbornness showing through.
Luke shook his head, struggling to suppress his own emotions. “Not where I’m going. Wouldn’t you rather have a normal life with friends your own age?”
You shook your head, adamant. “I wanna go with you.”
His hand smoothed over your shoulder, a heavy sigh falling from his lips. “You can’t. You have to stay.”
Tears glittered in your eyes. “I wanna go with you,” you repeated.
His thumb swiped across your cheek, brushing the wetness away. “I know. I’m sorry.”
Imagine being Kylo’s twin sister and dating Poe. (Part two)
So this takes place during The Last Jedi. Part one took place during The Force Awakens.
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This part focuses more on the family relations and includes the Luke and Leia reunion scene.
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Warning for some explicit language.
Spoiler alert for those who haven’t seen TLJ. Enjoy!
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Y/n was ready to scream from the amount of stress she was in.
First, she wasn’t allowed to go with Rey to find her own damn uncle. Second, her boyfriend decided to start a fucking mutiny after her mother, Leia, nearly died. Third and finally, her brother was chasing the Resistance ship in space to kill them and they were running out of fuel.
But of course, she couldn’t actually scream because she needed to be calm and collected like Leia and these people need someone supporting their temporary commander, Vice Admiral Amilyn Holdo, until her mother was better.
The fact that she could hear her brother’s thoughts was icing on the cake.
Ever since Ben-no,Kylo-ever since Kylo had tortured her using Poe she had attempted to block him out. Kylo wasn’t her brother anymore, Ben was gone. But still she could hear him, hear the occasional thought drift in her mind. Y/n had stopped going to any meetings that the Resistance held that could give away information in fear of letting something slip to Kylo.
Sitting next to her mother, y/n wished that Leia could give her some advice instead of laying on the bed unconscious.
“Y/n?” And there was her idiot boyfriend now.
“What Poe? Did you want to ask me to join your mutiny again? Or maybe you want me to give some speech about how you’re trying to save everyone this way?” Poe winced slightly at the venomous tone in his girlfriend’s voice.
“Y/n please...I’m trying to save everyone. What the admiral was doing was just going to get us all killed.” He was about to go on but y/n held up a hand to stop him.
“I know that you’re doing what you think is right Poe. I can’t agree with you and I know that I can’t stop you. Just please go.”
Poe looked as if he wanted to say something, anything to the young woman, but instead he walked away. He sometimes knew when to walk away.
Y/n watched him leave, and yawned. Maybe a quick nap would do her some good.
Not like she could do anything else.
<—>
Kylo was having a terrible day.
First, he had to start dealing with Hux’s bullshit early in the morning. Second, whatever connection he had with Rey was giving him a migraine and finally, he was chasing the Resistance ship with his sister and mother through space in an attempt to kill them.
He wondered briefly if he could try reaching out to his sister to speak to her, try to convince her to surrender the Resistance to him, but he knew her. She was too much like Leia and even if y/n wasn’t, the pain he had caused her through their link had her closing it down.
He almost regretted the pain he had put her in, but it was a necessary measure to attempt to obtain more information from the pilot.
...And yet he felt slightly guilty. He shouldn’t be, couldn’t afford to be and yet he was.
It’s because she’s your sister. Family always leaves one feeling guilty. It’s nature. It will pass.
Fuck it, he was going to talk to his sister. Even if he was told to go to hell he was going to talk to her.
“Y/n.”
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“Y/n.”
Y/n’s head shot up at the sound of her brother’s voice. It sounded like he was right there, but she couldn’t see him.
“Y/n please talk to me.” Oh hell no. There was no way-
Or maybe she could work this to her advantage. Gathering her wits, y/n spoke out.
<—>
“What do you want Kylo? Was trying to kill mom not enough?”
Kylo didn’t react externally to his sister’s accusation but internally he cringed.
“I needed to talk to you. Don’t make this any worse for you and the Resistance. Surrender and we won’t kill them all.” Y/n almost laughed at the offer.
“As opposed to what? Killing half of us and keeping the rest as prisoners? No Kylo, we won’t surrender. Over my dead body. Now tell me what you really wanted to talk about without trying to dance around the point.”
Kylo swallowed and looked around. He really didn’t like talking to family. Not anymore.
“...How are you?”
Y/n really did laugh now.
“How am I? Well let’s see, our father is dead because of you, I was left behind while a complete stranger went to look for our uncle who’s missing because of you, our mother was nearly killed because of you, and it’s possible I’m going to die because. Of. You. So how do you think I’m doing?” The anger in y/n’s words hadn’t changed the calm tone of her voice but Kylo could feel it pushing over him like a wave. It was almost too much to keep the connection going.
“That much anger would make you a suitable sith y/n.” The sudden change in direction nearly threw y/n off, but she quickly recovered.
“I don’t think so. The difference between you and me is that I use my anger responsibly.”
Kylo scoffed. Anger was anger, there was no getting around that fact.
“So why don’t we talk about you now brother? Last time I heard from you, you were torturing my boyfriend and then me!” Kylo actually did flinch now.
“That was business y/n. I’m-“
“Don’t. Don’t say I’m sorry. You scared the hell out of mom, and when dad came to see me he didn’t want to believe that you did that. Did you know that was the last time I saw him? I didn’t want to believe it when I got the news.” Y/n’s voice dropped to almost a whisper now.
“I didn’t think he would die. It didn’t seem real, like he would just show up in his normal fashion and act like it was all okay. It took Chewie three days to get me to come out of my room. It took mom and Poe almost two weeks to get me to talk to them.”
Kylo was quiet now. He hadn’t thought about his sister after he killed their father, hadn’t bothered to try talking to her. It never occurred to him that she might grieve for a father that left them both so young after what he had done.
“Did you regret it Ben?” Kylo’s head jerked at the sound of his old name.
“I’m not Ben anymore. Ben Solo is dead.”
“Of course he is. And I suppose you’re having the time of your life with all your First Order friends.” And here was the legendary sarcasm y/n possessed.
“As opposed to you playing around with whatever his name is? Really y/n, a pilot? I would have expected more.” Y/n’s retort was quick.
“What can I say? Skywalker women have good taste.”
Both siblings were quiet now. To them the name Skywalker was something never spoken about aloud. It was something that each sibling held different meaning to. To Kylo, it meant power that was to be wielded and directed. To y/n, it meant a burden to bear and pass on.
“I never wanted it to turn out this way y/n.”
“I didn’t want it to either Ben.”
“Kylo.”
“Whatever. I don’t want to hear from you again. And if I see you, I’m not hesitating on shooting.”
With that, y/n broke the connection. Kylo was left feeling more alone than he was before.
It never occurred to him that he was really truly going to lose his sister until now.
<Time skip brought to you by space. Space: It’s out there>
They were going to die in this fucking base because of her brother.
Having been following her mother around, y/n knew that Leia was becoming frustrated that she had lost so many good people and it may have been for nothing.
The Resistance members were all stuck behind the doors with no way out because of course there was only one way in. Y/n sincerely hoped she could at least take a few stormtroopers down with her. Leia spoke up to everyone in the room.
“We fought till the end. But the galaxy has lost all its hope.” The General sat against a table. “The spark is out.” It was then when everyone looked up.
A hooded figure was walking into the room. It approached Leia and she only said one word:
“Luke.” Luke removed the hood from his head and sat across from Leia. The sister spoke first to her brother.
“I know what you’re going to say. I changed my hair.” Like gave a little nod.
“It’s nice that way.” The twins sat for a moment.
“Leia...I’m sorry.”
“I know. I know you are. I’m just glad you’re here. At the end.” Luke’s face was grave.
“I came to face him Leia. I can’t save him.” Leia’s face was saddened, but accepting.
“I held out hope for so long, but I know my son’s gone.” Luke just shook his head.
“No one’s ever really gone.” Leia held out her hand and Luke took it. He removed his hand leaving a pair of gold dice connected by a chain in hers.
Luke stood, took Leia’s face in his hands, and kissed her forehead. He turned to his niece and gave her a small smile.
“You remind me so much of Han. But you have your mother’s heart. Keep an eye on that pilot of yours, he’ll need it.” Y/n nodded and replied;
“Don’t go easy on Kylo. He doesn’t need that luxury.” Luke nodded and gave y/n a small hug. In that moment she knew what trick he had up his sleeve.
And with that, Luke was gone.
<Another timeskip brought to you by Obi Wan. He’s tired of watching Skywalker’s pull stunts.>
Poe Dameron shifted around in his seat on the Falcon. It had been two hours since the Resistance had escaped and he hadn’t seen y/n since the she had told him to leave her alone.
He understood that she was under a lot of stress between her mother being injured, her brother trying to kill all of them, and now (if the rumor was true) her uncle dying. He didn’t think that she needed him now, but instead needed her family.
“Poe!” The pilot turned his head towards the source of the call-
Only to have a familiar set of lips pressing into his. Y/n kept kissing him for several more moments and broke the kiss.
“Y/n? What are you-you should be with your mother, she’ll-“
“My mother is currently discussing where we should head next with Rey. I wanted to see you.” The young woman settled in the seat next to him and Poe automatically put an arm around her out of habit. The two were silent for a moment.
“I’m sorry.” Y/n looked up at Poe’s apology.
“I was an ass. I wanted to be the hero and I didn’t think. I-“ Poe was cut off with another kiss.
“Thank you for apologizing. Granted I’m going to make you apologize to my mother too, but for now I just want to relax. I’m tired and you” now y/n put her head on his shoulder “make a terrific pillow.” Poe grinned.
“I can do that.”
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