#happyfic

Chapter 1:

DISCLAIMER: If I owned Star Wars it would be happier. Until that happens, all rights belong to Lucasfilm and whoever else owns it.

(A/N) In this universe, the death star is made several years before it is in canon, Luke isn't Anakin's son and Leia is actually an Organa by blood. Alderaan was not destroyed but it's moon was. Leia doesn't know though. The Jedi survive. If you want to know more, go to the intro/backstory I posted.

Four years after the rise of the Empire:

The past four years had been the happiest of Anakin's life. He had been living on Tython with Padme and his two amazing children with no interruptions for all of it. No war, no jedi council, no POLITICS! It was amazing! He was honestly surprised that the Jedi Council hadn't contacted him already to tell him to come back but you wouldn't hear any complaints from him.

He was staring out at the lush vegetation around him when he felt a disturbance in the force. he concentrated on it, searching for the source. He found it - a cry of joy that seemed to reverberate through the force. He pushed deeper, wanting to find out what had happened that was so good, so light. This time he saw series of flashing images. A space battle - a big one. Something exploding that looked like a moon. Overwhelmed, he pulled out of the visions.

A thousand thoughts raced through his head. Had the war continued on without him? Did we win? I hope so. That could be it - what everyone was so happy about. Why did we blow up a moon?

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice his wife calling out to him until he felt two familiar, comforting arms wrap around him and someone peck him on the cheek. "Ani, you okay?" she asked, worry evident in her voice.

"Yeah, I'm okay, just thinking." I smiled - a great, wide, beaming grin - as I looked down at my wife of seven - seven! - years. I was so lucky.

"Dada, dada." I turned around to see my nearly four-year-old son bounding towards me, a big grin plastered on his face.

Ah, perfect. I thought blissfully, sweeping him into my arms, forgetting all about the war and questions and focusing instead on his family, unknowing of what that disturbance had triggered.

For unknown to him, that same disturbance had been felt by every single force sensitive in the entire galaxy, from the younglings to the grandmaster. And they were deciding that they had been hiding long enough. All across the worlds, long-forgotten Jedi were coming out of hiding, from street corners to apartment complexes and were boarding shuttles and ships with only one destination in mind.

What’s your name? Won’t tell you my real one, call me Storm :) Nicknames: My love calls me Stormi sometimes... Where are you originally from? Germany  What is your favorite color? Haha. No. Write something in all CAPS: I AM TRASH. Favorite artists/bands: Haha. Look at my blog and tell me. (Obviously there are more, but I am not going to list ‘em all)

Reasons to smile: Art. When other people smile at you. Music. The spouses. Art. The sun. A good story. Cuddles. Art. Number: 1 Favorite drink: I love Ginger Ale and Orange Juice and hot Chocolate.

oHMY GOD !!!!! hope u had lots of fun omg

oops sorry: what concert???

I was tagged by viplouis

What was your: Last Drink: water Last Phone Call: my mom maybe  Last Text Message: to this annoying girl  Last song you listened to: often by the weeknd  Last time you cried: like a week ago maybe probably more

Have you ever: Dated someone twice: no. Been cheated on: no Kissed someone and regretted it: ha i wish Lost someone special: yes Been depressed: yes Been drunk and thrown up: not yet

In the past year have you: Made a new friend: yes Fallen out of love: i am always going to love louis Laughed until you cried: yes Met someone who changed you: in the past year ...not dramatically no i dont think so Found out who your true friends are: i wish  Found out someone was talking about you: nah im perfect  Kissed anyone of your followers/follows you: no

General: How many people on your tumblr do you know IRL: well ive met someone from tumblr twice and this summer im meeting three others  Do you have any pets: no Do you want to change your name: no What did you do for your last birthday party: cried cause im aging  What time did you wake up today: 730 am blame my mom but then i slept or rested for a bit more What were you doing at midnight last night: waiting for the boys to go on stage and then i fell asleep  Name something you CANNOT wait for: my one direction concert in august :) Last time you saw your mother: like 4 hours ago  What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: like idk i wish i were closer to more people i guess idk and then i wish i were more confident ??? 

What are you listening to rn: nothing  Have you ever talked to a person called Tom: i dont rmb but probs  What’s getting on your nerves rn: NOT HAVING A JOB

Blood type: no idea

Nickname(s):garden (i hate it )  Relationship Status: in a secret relationship with louis  Zodiac sign: PISCES  Pronouns: she/her Favourite TV show:Um idk probably right now suits or teen wolf  High school:best to forget about awful places and experiences  College: new york 

Hair colour: black Long or short: medium  Height: 5′1.5  but that like 5.2 Do you have a crush on someone: besides louis? not really  What do you like about yourself: um im sure theres something  Tattoos: none Righty or lefty: right 

First: First surgery: my foot  First piercing: ears First best friend: marianne  First sport you joined: i mean i didnt join but i did swimming for a while  First vacation: south america????????? First pair of trainers(sneakers): probably some sketchers shit  

Rn:
 Eating: nothing Drinking: water I’m about to: do something with my life  Listening to: i feel like i have to listen to something now so im listening to fireproof  Waiting for: to finish doing this  Want kids:  yeah probably one day 

Get married: to louis? please  Career: doctor???

Which is better: Lips or eyes: EYES ALL THE FUCKING WAY  Hugs or kisses: hugs are really nice though  Shorter or taller: taller Older or younger: older Romantic or spontaneous: spontaneous Nose, stomach or nice arms: nice stomach i guess  Sensitive or loud: sensitive? and loud like maybe louis ? Hook up or relationship: hookups Troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker eyyy

Have you ever:

Kissed a stranger: no... i wish  Drank hard liquor: yes Lost glasses/contacts: no Sex on first date: maybe one day  Broke someone’s heart: no one has loved me enough for me to break it  Been arrested: no  Turn someone down: yes Cried when someone died: no

Fallen for a friend: no.. sort of does grade school count 

Do you believe:

In yourself: i try  Miracles: i want to  Love at first sight: not really  Heaven: i mean i hope  Santa Claus: no ofc not  Kiss at first date: of fkn course  Angels: ive see five at a concert 

hmm now twenty people ok imma try but like all my friends are never on any more and i barely know anybody else besides them and some of yall probs did this already 

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Tonight I am looking for Destiel fic with unrealistically high levels of happiness.

I should note that I'm defining "happy" very narrowly.  Like, little or no angst, or even arguments or communication problems.  (Though it happening once and being quickly resolved is not necessarily a bar.)  "AUs where nothing hurts" would probably be a decent description.  Like, no negative feelings stronger than "wistful" or "annoyed."  Little or no internalized homophobia.  Tragic and/or unhappy backgrounds not a factor.

I thought I had more of this bookmarked, but apparently not.  >.>

The face of heaven by orange_crushed Passing in the Night and Shut Up (Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is) by kototyph

If your fic isn't on here it's because I have unrealistically stringent standards today for "happy."  There's a bunch of stuff that I enjoy and think is great that didn't make the list because of that.

Ahahaha this is dumb but whatev.

Also, why do i picture CreepyGLaDOS here? =/ Odd.

“I'm not going.”

You have to go, said a quiet voice in the back of her head. If you hesitate, you'll miss this chance. You'll never, ever see her again. Do you really want that?

“No.” Her newly-fashioned face sparked into a frown, and she rubbed her arms nervously.

Then go. It's your last chance to make things right.

GLaDOS sighed. It really wasn't worth the effort, making up this stupid humanoid body just to crawl up to the surface, seek out her lost test subject, and delve into this idiotic spur-of-the-moment plan. But that annoying little voice, that slight remnant of whatever core had affected her, was right.

She watched as Chell and the stranger approached the ticket booth, hiding within the dark confines of an adjacent alleyway. Eyebrows knit, a growl escaped her throat as the tall, dark-haired man opened the door for Chell and allowed her through.

“Thinks he's so great. Doesn't she know chivalry died decades ago?”

We'll take care of him. Don't worry.

GLaDOS watched the doors to the theater, fists clenched, fingernails digging into her synthetic skin. She waited.

And waited.

And waited.

An hour passed.

Are you...ya know, going to do something sometime soon?

A gray flush spread across her snow-white cheeks, bright yellow eyes flashing wide. She crept back into the alley, leaning against the brick wall, thankful that the smell of garbage and urine had dissipated from her senses long ago. She clasped her hands over her face, rubbing at her eyes.

“This was a stupid idea. I don't have a plan. She's probably enjoying herself in there. With him.”

Now, now. You can't think things like that! You want her back, right?

“Of course.”

Prove it. Get mad. Be aggressive. Don't make lemonade.

Her fists clenched, and the sparks of inspired anger began to fly once again. They fizzled out just as quickly as the theater began to empty. She spotted Chell easily; it was the only face she knew.

She was walking beside him and laughing.

Laughing!

A strange nausea crept into where GLaDOS would've held a stomach. She'd never experienced nausea before. She was immediately not a fan of it.

“Hopeless,” she whimpered, falling back into the alley again. “It's hopeless. This whole endeavor was a mistake. She's happy. She's...so happy. I've never seen her like this. I could never...”

She sunk to the ground, amid empty wrappers, filthy papers, and other garbage. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut.

“I could never make her happy like that.”

Look.

“I don't want to.”

No, look.

It took great effort for her to look across the street, eyes barely cracking open.

Chell was gazing at her.

Not just gazing. Not glaring. Not even casually glancing. She wore an expression of pure heartbreak, as if all the laughter that had just occupied her life had been sucked away. Recognition burned in her stormy eyes; although GLaDOS had never taken a humanoid form in Chell's sight, Chell knew it was her.

GLaDOS stood. Concern and curiosity spread over her face, a look that suddenly switched to panic. Chell was already halfway across the busy street, frantic urgency upon her face.

The loud wail of the car horn echoed through the night air. Time itself seemed to freeze.

The screech of tires.

The loud crash of the impact.

And then...

“What the hell do you think you're doing!?”

From the ground, arm shielding her face, Chell glanced up. GLaDOS was leaning over her, hands on her hips, scowling deeply. Behind her sat a smoking wreck of a sedan, twin dents pushed into either side of the hood, oddly resembling hand prints.

If nothing else, Aperture certainly made their products durable.

“Honestly, if you wanted to kill yourself, I could've done that for you long ago. Utter foolishness, running across the street like that! You lunatic! What did you think you'd accompl-ERK!”

GLaDOS's bright eyes opened wide. Chell had wrapped her arms around the android's waist, face buried in her chest, clutching with all of her might. Filled with a strange, burning emotion in her eyes and chest, GLaDOS gripped the human in a tight embrace, only half-mindful of her titanic strength.

Car horns began to honk, and the traveling whispers of bystanders formed a cloud of white noise. From somewhere came sirens. None of this registered with GLaDOS. All that existed to her was the human in her arms.

Chell's hands swiftly moved from GLaDOS's waist and around her neck, and in an instant, she'd pressed her lips against the android's. For a picosecond, GLaDOS was stunned. Then, consumed with this new, burning, slightly-uncomfortable-but-incredibly-fulfilling emotion, GLaDOS grasped the former test subject's face, repeatedly synching together their lips in soft, warm kisses.

See? Wasn't it worth it?

It was. However, there was still the issue of...

GLaDOS looked up. The man who'd been with Chell had come up, concern painting his face. Chell pulled away from GLaDOS, her hands moving deftly as they made small gestures, the man all the while looking stupidly, hopelessly, and somewhat satisfyingly forlorn.

All the same, she pulled Chell close. “And who are you supposed to be?” she snarled, narrowing her eyes at the stranger.

“I'm Clark, her new boss.” He gave her a wary glance, jerking his thumb back towards the theater.

“Not anymore, you're not.” She hung a protective arm around Chell's waist. Rolling her eyes, Chell sent out more strange hand signals. Then she took GLaDOS's hand and quickly led her away before the sirens got too close.

GLaDOS turned back at the confused and somewhat disgruntled Clark, shooting him a smug look.

[I showed him, didn't I?]

I told you you would.

[Wait. Did he say 'boss'? Did I just -]

I wouldn't worry about it. I mean, look at her. Look how happy she is. Look how happy you've made her.

Chell's hand tightened around GLaDOS's, and the android looked down. The smile spreading across the human's face brought forth those strange, tight emotions within the AI's chest. GLaDOS suddenly wanted to do little else but hold that crazy psychopath close and plant wonderful, soft kisses all over her body.

All over her body.