Local Drama Dad bungles father-son bonding vacation by forgetting to pack sunscreen, more at 11.

He probably shouldn't have chosen a beach on a planet with two suns, but it reminded Luke of home and he was just so excited to see the ocean, how could he possibly say no?

(Aren't these idiots from Tatooine? They should know better.)

The doors opened without fanfare, though with the loud creaking noises they made, fanfare was unnecessary. Anakin held his wife's hand tightly as they crossed the threshold. The door shut ominously behind them, dousing the musty halls in darkness.

His breath shook as the familiar stench of Gamorreans and sentient waste penetrated his nose. Had it really been twenty years since he was last here? He had dreamed of never setting foot in here again.

*ha! ended up writing more than a ficlet for this one, so head on over to ao3 if ya want for some Happy Skywalker Fam AU*

“Come on, Skywalker,” Padmé says, both hands gripping the blaster.

“You can’t use that against me. It’s your last name, too.”

She lifts an eyebrow and waits.

He sighs. “Skywalker-Amidala,” he amends.

“Obi-Wan, tell your padawan he’s about to be unconscious if he doesn’t assume a defensive position,” she says.

“I’m not his pada–”

“When I smuggled that lightsaber out of the temple, I didn’t anticipate it being used for this,” Obi-Wan sighs. There’s a pause, then– “Anakin. Assume a defensive position.”

“What?” he cries. “You can’t seriously expect me to–” He yelps as a blaster bolt hits the ground between his feet. He looks up, appalled.

Padmé shrugs. “Oops.”

His jaw sets. “All right. Fine.”

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Jaina & Anakin:

have special name attributed to them (”The Chosen One”/”The Sword of the Jedi”);

are the best pilots of their generation;

have high military ranks and become the symbols of their respective governments;

struggle with anger management issues;

can be reckless and charge into danger without thinking;

are fiercely protective of their families, and are very afraid of losing their loved ones;

specifically warrior-type figures.

Jacen & Padmé:

share similar looks with dark hair and brown eyes;

are idealistic;

are politicians at least to some degree (for Padmé it’s a job, Jacen is the one Luke and Leia prefer to bring along for Senate meetings, and he later negotiates with the Council of Moffs on behalf of GFFA);

are very much defined by their search of the diplomatic solution in times of war;

are more rational and calm;

sometimes act as the voice of reason for Jaina & Anakin;

are also pretty cunning (although Jacen is shaped to be far more ruthless than  Padmé by his experiences).

Jacen & Anakin:

are messiah figures;

are the most powerful force users of their generations;

share a lot of similar moments. For example, Anakin slaughtered the Tusken Raiders who murdered his mother, Jacen killed most of the dhuryams (on the side note, Jacen deals with this far better than Anakin, but this can be attributed to their differences in temper);

have darkness inside them.

•Anakin defeats Palpatine and everyone lives happily ever after

•Anakin leaves the order, and him, Ahsoka, and some members of the 501st travel around the galaxy freeing slaves 

•Luke and Leia are both trained in the force

•Luke decides to become a Jedi and trains under his Uncle Obi-Wan

•Leia, being the daddy’s girl she is, joins her dad in freeing slaves.  •Anakin and Padmé have a daughter who eventually goes into politics.  •Han Solo is the smuggler Anakin works with occasionally

•He does not appreciate the way his daughter and the smuggler flirt

•Actually, no one appreciates the way Leia and Han flirt

•Ahsoka is the amazing single aunt who spars with the twins

The twins are sweethearts, everyone loves them and everyone is also just like: “yeah, look at Leia, so much like her mom” and “Luke is all his father”. And it makes sense, just look at them.

-Luke, cute little blond boy, more sensitive to the Force than Leia, piloting skills of his father. Obi-Wan just looks at this little child as he flies and immediately gets flashbacks to Anakin’s podracing. He isn’t sure if this will end up good or bad, he is just sure he doesn’t want to be there to find out.

-Leia, this adorable small brunette, with beautiful hair like mama, who can, at the age of seven, destroy Mace Windu in an argument if he lets his guard down for a second the same way her mother roasts other senators in the senate.

No one doubts that this is what they will turn out to be, like father like son and like mother like daughter, no question... at least when they are kids.

Everything changes when they reach puberty. People start to notice that it is Luke, who is the gentle one, while the nicest thing Leia will do if you made her angry is stare at you until you want to be dead just to get away.

But it’s not just that. It’s subtle at first, but at the age of fourteen everyone knows. Luke is a fashion boy. The first one to notice except for Padmé is, of course, Anakin. He notices that their apartment now has two dressing rooms. Very soon he would swear that Luke’s more full than Padmé’s. When he looks in it, there isn’t an inch of the wall to be seem, because there is clothes everywhere. Anakin doesn’t mind, at least until Luke starts to violently complain that he has nothing to wear, whilst changing his outfit at least once a day and yet not wearing the same thing for a month.

All while Leia just effortlessly rocks the black jedi tunic like her dad. The only thing she does to increase her looks is use the Force to make her hair. She wouldn’t even care that much, if her perfect hair didn’t piss Luke off so hard. He just can’t control his mane like that.