#skywalker reader

The sound of your little boots against the durasteel floor was lost among the crowds as you meandered through the halls, your focus zeroed in on the mouse droid anxiously working to escape your grabby hands. Putting a little extra vigor into your pace, you lurched forward, wrapping the mouse droid in your arms, and hauling it off the ground. 

With your prize in hand, you turned around to show your father only to find a squad of storm troopers behind you on their way to simulation training. 

Lord Vader, as everyone else in your guarded life called him, was far from a pleasant man. And there was no doubt in your naive mind he wouldn’t mind you wandering off on your own. After all, the allure of having some time to yourself far outweighed the fear of a potential scolding. Driven by youthful excitement and the gift of being completely unsupervised, you bounded down the corridor, looking for something to sate your thirst for excitement. 

On the opposite side of the Death Star in a room of his most seasoned advisors, Lord Vader could feel his patience on the brink of absolute destruction. Between the staggered campaign in the Outer Rim, and the lack of progress in finding his old master, Vader could only think of one source of sweet joy that could bring him peace. 

Glancing down to his right, he expected you to be there by his side, but instead of his precious starlight, his little one, there was nothing. 

Chest aching, body overheating, mind furiously clouded with every sickening possibility as to your fate, he could barely find it within himself to sound the alarm. Every available trooper, every free hand was to spend their time scouring the Death Star for you while he did much the same, led by that Force bond only he shared with you. 

You, however, were utterly oblivious to your beloved father’s panicked agony up until the very moment his hands seized your body, pulling you into his relentless embrace. 

“What the HELL were you thinking?!” Even through the modulator, his voice trembled terribly as he pressed you close to his chest. “I’ve been looking for you all over, little one! Did you not think to stay by my side?!”

The onslaught of  regret proved to be nearly instant as the tears in your eyes spilled over; each frightened sob was a source of further grief for your father…

“I’m sorry!” You managed to cry out, still taken aback at his initial fury. “ I just wanted to explore…I was going to come right back, I promise…”

“Oh, my little one…” 

Holding you fast, Lord Vader checked you over piecemeal. Otherwise healthy, it became apparent that the bracelet he fitted you with had fallen off. Damn him for having chosen such a weak material; perhaps it would have been in your best interest if he commissioned you more substantial tracker, one that could withstand your boisterousness. 

When your crying had ceased, he held you upright, using one gloved hand to keep your head in place to ensure nothing could draw your attention away from him. 

“Are you angry with me?” You ask quietly, struggling to make proper eye contact with your father. 

“I am angry that you strayed so far from me, do you know why?” When you didn’t answer, he continued as gently as possible. “Because when you leave my side, that means I am unable to protect you. Do you realize that you’re in danger whenever you wander off?”

Your little hands started to pull at a few loose threads from your tunic. “Yes…”

Still cradling you in his arms, just the feeling of you against him gave him such a complete sense of relief. 

“You have only ever belonged next to me, little one. Your place is with me, your father, the only one in this universe that loves you so wholly. Your father that is the only one in every galaxy that can protect you. So I need you to make me a promise, and my little starlight, if you make me this promise, you will make me the happiest father to have ever existed. Don’t you want your father to be happy?”

Nodding enthusiastically, you wrapped your arms around his armored shoulders the best you could. “Yes! I want you to be happy.”

“Good. Now I want you to swear to me that you will never wander away again. You will never go where I cannot follow. Do you promise me these things, my child?”

Eyes flitting around the room, he gave your face a light squeeze to recenter your focus.

“I promise, father. I just want you to be happy…”

It wasn’t really compliment worthy, but you hated the silence. Obi Wan chuckled brief. He guided you to an area in deeper into the cave, lighted up by lanterns. Some junk scattered around. Obi Wan chuckled nervously. – “Apologies for the mess.” – he spoke kicking a part aside. – “That’s alright.” – you answered. He gestured for you to take a seat as you did. Cal was still standing, looking in wonder around. – “Uhum… Cal…” – you said tugging at his shirt. Cal hummed loud turning his head to you. You motioned with your head to the seat beside you.

“Oh right.” – he mumbled out coming to sit beside you. You took a deep breath when Obi Wan came sitting before you. – “May I just say it is an honor meeting you, Master Kenobi.” – Cal said with a silly smile on his lips. He extended his hand shaking Obi Wan’s hand once more. It was rather sweet how Cal gleamed in his presence. – “Cal…Cal…” – you whispered placing your hand on his shoulder. You needed to remind him this wasn’t a casual meeting. – “Right… sorry.” – he whispered back letting go of Obi Wan’s hand. Cal cleared his throat, setting a hand on his knee. – “We’ve been told you have information of Y/n’s father.” – Cal spoke getting all serious.

Obi Wan turned to look at you. – “I do.” – he responded as it made you move nervously in your seat. Rubbing your sweaty palms over your legs. – “May…may I ask a question first?” – Obi Wan asked looking at you. You nodded hesitantly, unsure what he would ask. – “How… how did you end up here. I had always assumed he’d keep you close to his side.” – Obi Wan spoke with furrowed brows. – “He did.” – you answered softly. – “Before… before…” – your gaze glanced briefly to Cal. – “I had never let his side. Always close. I knew nothing of the world around me… I still feel like I don’t… so pardon me if I don’t know who you were…are.” – you explained further.

Cal took your hand, giving it a soft squeeze. – “I got her out. I offered her an escape from that prison, and she took it.” – he spoke explaining more. – “Only after you tried to kill me.” – you said teasingly poking him in the rib. – “Which I didn’t since you charmed me.” – he responded with a teasing expression. – “Did I now?” – you leaned a bit closer. – “I have no memory of that.” – you laughed out. Cal touched your nose making you wrinkle it, pulling back. Obi Wan cleared his throat interrupting your little moment.

Cal and you turned back to him as he let go of your hand. – “Young man.” – Obi Wan addressed as Cal corrected him. – “Cal Kestis.” – Obi Wan hummed loud. – “Cal, do you mind if I have a moment alone with Y/n?” – Cal looked at you. – “Only if she wants it. I promised her I’d stay close.” – You smiled warmly at him. Your gaze drifted away to Obi Wan. – “I’ll be alright I think.” – you said out loud. Cal hummed loud, getting up. – “BD and I will just be outside.” – tapping your shoulder, he took his leave giving you and Obi Wan the space to speak.

Obi Wan got up, offering for you to follow him. You did heading to a more secluded part of the caves. You came to a stop by some crates. Now that Obi Wan was able to admire you in the light, he smiled. – “You look so much like him.” – he said making you look saddened down. – “I’m not so sure that is a compliment.” – you told him fearful. Obi Wan rested a hand on your shoulder. – “The path your father took is not your path Y/n.” – he said wisely yet it didn’t calm your frightened heart yet.

Obi Wan took a deep breath walking with you towards the entrance of the cave. The sun blinding your eyes for a second while they adjusted to the bright sight. Down below you saw Cal with BD-1. He was walking about with little thought. – “Your father was a remarkable Jedi.” – Obi Wan said making you widen your eyes. – “My father was a Jedi?” – you gasped out. – “He was full of ambition and love.” – Obi Wan chuckled a bit to himself.

Both of you sat down on the rock by the entrance of the cave. – “Always full of questions. Asking about why it couldn’t go that way or why that wasn’t possible.” – Obi Wan continued. – “To my annoyance sometimes.” – Obi Wan laughed loud as you smiled. Obi Wan smiled back. – “Your smile it reminds me of her.” – he pointed out. – “My mother?” – you asked already knowing he might be referring to her. – “Your father loved her so much. They were very much alike. Full of ambition.” – Obi Wan smiled faintly.

“Yet their relationship also harbored fear.” – he added making you pull your legs closer to your chest. – “His fear of losing her brought him to the path of the Sith. He was persuaded in being able to save her… in the end…” – Obi Wan sighed deep thinking back of it. – “His love became his weakness?” – you said looking at Cal, wondering if you would have the same fate as your father. – “No.” – Obi Wan made clear laying a hand on your knee.

“The Sith took advantage of his fear. His love was never a weakness. It is his greatest strength, even now. When he cared so lovingly for you Y/n.” – his words eased your worries a bit. Obi Wan turned to look at Cal afar. Cal waved at you as you moved your hand up to wave back. Obi Wan chuckled. – “I can see he cares deeply for you.” – you nodded. – “He kept me from falling… I couldn’t have come this far without him.”

“Just like your mother and father.” – Obi Wan muttered with a smile. Obi Wan got up as you did the same confused. – “I have a gift for your further travels.” – he spoke before disappearing into the cave once more. You waved at Cal to let him know he could come back up. Cal rushed up the hill with BD on his back. – “Are you okay?” – he asked resting a hand on your lower back. You nodded with a hum. – “I understand more why my father chose the path of the Sith.” – you explained to Cal. – “Remember you are not him. His choices will not be repeated inside of you.” – Cal responded letting his head rest against yours.

You took a deep breath, taking a moment to embrace his warm gesture. Obi Wan returned making Cal and you part. – “It is yours to have.” – Obi Wan said holding out an item wrapped in a dirty old cloth. – “It once belonged Anakin Skywalker. Your father. It is only righteous it passes on to you Y/n Skywalker.” – he addressed moving the cloth open to reveal a lightsaber. Your eyes widened with shock. Cal gawked at it in disbelief. Obi Wan offered you the lightsaber. – “Whether you yield it or not that choice is yours to take.” – he continued.

You looked hesitantly at Cal who nodded in encouragement. Your hand reached out to the lightsaber, feeling a familiar sensation. The moment your fingers touched it, a memory flashed before your eyes. Your father young and full of ambition. A warm smile on his lips as he holds his lightsaber up. The memory passed with the blink of an eye. The lightsaber felt heavy in your hand when you picked it up.

You turned to look hesitant at Cal. Somehow it felt a bit wrong for you to carry your father’s lightsaber. Cal nodded with a warm smile. It was yours to take. You clicked the lightsaber on your belt where it hung safely. – “May the force be with you.” – Obi Wan said as a farewell. Cal bowed his head in respect. You smiled a bit saddened at Obi Wan. Being around him made you feel a bit more connected to your father. Closer to the life you never knew he had. Obi Wan seemed to understand it, taking your hand to pat it. – “This is not a goodbye Y/n.” – you nodded as your hand slipped out of his.

Cal and you returned to the Mantis in silence. Back on the Mantis you immediately sat down with a deep sigh. Rubbing your temples in exhaustion. Cal shoved himself close to your body, placing a hand on your arm. – “What did he say?” – he asked. You exhaled deep letting yourself lean back in the seat. Calmly you explained to Cal what Obi Wan had told you. About your father before order 66. About your mother and the tragedy that led him to the life of a Sith.

Cal stared with wide eyes at you. A shock it was hearing how your father used to be. He always thought pure evil harbored inside him. Now it appeared it wasn’t that way. Now he felt like he understood you more. He hugged you out of comfort when Cere joined in. – “I hope you got some answers?” – was the only thing she asked. She needn’t know any details, but still wondered. You hummed loud. – “I did.”

The Mantis landed on Coruscant. A stop for Greez to get some supplies. The stock was running low, so he needed to refill them. Cere took it upon her to collect the supplies while Greez checked the state of the Mantis. Cal, BD-1, and you ventured into town to search for an extra part. Greez had scribbled it on a note with a poor hand drawn picture of it. Cal showed it to you, making you laugh loud. – “Let’s hope the seller can decipher this.” – Cal joked tugging it away. – “Otherwise Greez will have a problem.” – you answered following Cal into town. The town was partly crowded.

Cal looked around, spotting a shop who most likely had the spare part. He motioned for you to follow. You looked over your shoulder noticing something. Narrowing your eyes you hoped to see it clearer. A poster stuck to the side of a building. The lower part flapping in the wind. You couldn’t recognize what it read, but still it caught your attention. Cal was already heading down towards it, unaware that you weren’t following right away. Turning round you spotted another poster. You moved a bit closer to it to read.

Taking about three steps, your eyes suddenly widened. Your face and name plastered on the poster. It made you gasp loud, stumbling a bit back. Your head felt like spinning at the sight of your own poster up. The more you looked around, the more you noticed how many posters of you were up. – “Cal!” – you called out jogging after him. Cal stopped confused with a frown.

He slowly turned seeing you jog over to him. – “Hey, You!” – he heard coming from behind you. A few bounty hunters  gathering around behind you. – “Y/n run!” – Cal shouted pulling out his lightsaber. You started running as Cal blocked their shots. You joined Cal, taking his hand. He pulled you with him, running into an alley.

It was there where he saw the posters for himself. He cursed silently going round in a new alleyway with you. Cal and you came to an immediate stop at the sight of a pack of stormtroopers. They turned spotting you. – “Princess!” – one of them called out as it made Cal quirk his eyebrow briefly up. They started shooting at Cal as Cal deflected their blasts with his lightsaber.

You felt trapped, air sucked out of your lungs. Pulled back to the life you lead with your father. Behind the shooting troopers you noticed one of them speaking over the intercom. – “Tell Lord Vader we have found her. The princess is on Coruscant!” – he shouted in the intercom as it made you gasp loud. He knew. He knew where you were.

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Shaking the thoughts, she snapped herself out of her daze as she strode forward and over to where the hidden lever was to lead them into the equally as hidden room.

Right before going in she hesitated, remembering a small detail as she turned back to the eagerly awaiting duo.

“There is one more thing, though.” She saw the way Ben’s features became guarded once more and the way his hand subconsciously reached for Leia's shoulder, before quickly continuing, “There’s another Jedi on the other side of this door.”

Ben stiffened and dropped his hand as the young girl's eyes just became wide with a mixture of excitement and amazement, “You mean there’s another one?” Her voice held such awe that Tala almost chuckled.

She hummed in return, “Yes, and if you don’t mind, she will be joining you to the ship and then going her separate way afterwards.”

When Ben didn’t respond, Leia rolled her eyes slightly and elbowed him in the stomach, crossing her arms and began talking for him, “That’s totally fine! I’ve always wanted to meet a girl Jedi anyway!”

This caused Tala to smile slightly before pushing the door open, revealing a small yet useful looking room.

The lady stepped in first, followed by the young girl, and then Obi-Wan, and the first thing his eyes landed on was you.

You had grown up since the last time he had seen you. You had become taller, and more mature looking. Your hair was slightly longer with a different cut, and your eyes held a wiseness that had never been there before.

“Y/n.” He breathed out in shock, coming to a halt in his tracks as his eyes widened in disbelief and mouth parted slightly.

You, looking equally as startled, started right back, “Obi-Wan.” Your voice shook a bit as you looked at the man you once knew as if he were a total stranger.

When you were young, you and your brother had been taken from your home planet on Tatooine in hopes of a better life with the Jedi.

It was very rare for there to be younglings with bonds before the Jedi, let alone an older brother and a little sister. Anakin and Y/n Skywalker.

The two of you were known for years throughout the galaxy as the most unstoppable Jedi duo to ever live, that was when you were allowed to actually work together. Wherever the two of you went, chaos ensued, but you always did get the job done. Eventually.

With Anakin being older than you, he was able to become a padawan learner far before you, but you soon enough joined- at a young age nonetheless- and became Obi-Wan Kenobi’s second student.

You and your brother were seen as lab rats to the Jedi council, the two siblings with a connection, one that they had always considered dangerous. But if the two of you were able to handle it, then just maybe they would explore the idea more of force-sensitive siblings.

But it did not go well. And you two were not able to handle it. The future ended up proving that.

When Order 66 happened, you had been sent on your first mission away from your master, with a small group of five trained clones and you six had been tasked to map out a new planet.

You had barely managed to escape with your life when they turned on you, and when you tried to contact the Jedi temple, you had heard the news of it happening everywhere to everybody.

Your mind had automatically gone to the worst place when your master and brother didn’t answer any of your comms, and you knew that they were gone.

Though you had been raised your entire life hearing that Jedi weren’t supposed to form attachments, in that moment you didn’t care. You had broken down and grieved.

From that moment on, a darkness slowly crept through your being, swallowing you whole in the most painful way possible, taking its sweet time and allowing you to suffer for as long as possible.

The next ten years of your life were spent on the run, jumping from planet to planet, never staying in the same place for any longer than three rotations in fear of getting caught.

You didn’t know what else you could have done. The only thing that you felt that you had known how to do all those years ago was run. And that’s what you did. You ran and ran and ran and ran. Never once slowing long enough to come to a full stop.

You felt all the words escape your mouth as your throat went dry at the sight of your old master.

Instead, without even thinking, you sprinted forward as fast as you could and leapt into his arms, refusing to let the small sob escape from between your lips.

“You’re alive.” You heard him whisper in utter shock. “I thought after everything-“ He broke off, choking on his own tears.

He didn’t need to finish his sentence for you to know what he was saying as you nodded against his shoulder, sniffing slightly, “Me too.” You whispered.

Tala and Leia had been kind enough to give the two of you a moment alone, instead moving wordlessly across the room and sitting down to observe some random scrolls laying around.

You finally pulled away, studying him as he did the same to you, “How did you-“ You both said in sync, cutting off with small chuckles.

“We have a lot to talk about.” You finally said, to which he nodded his head in agreement.

“But not right now,” He said, glancing over at Leia, “Right now we need to get out of here.”

As he watched you turn curiously to the young girl, he couldn’t help it when his breath caught in the back of his throat.

While Leia slightly resembled her mother, her other features complemented those of her father. And those of yours.

You now looked so similar to how Anakin had before Order 66, that Obi-Wan couldn’t help but let tears once again fill his eyes.

The guilt that he had spent years trying to push down began bubbling back up in his stomach again as he looked over at you.

He had killed your brother and you didn’t even know.

You on the other hand, for the first time in ten years finally felt that darkness that had been eating away inside of you slowly melt away. As if the curtains had been opened and light began to stream in.

You were finally back with someone you thought was long dead, someone you knew cared about you just as much as you cared about him.

For the first time in a long time you were beginning to feel okay again. Now you knew there would be no more running.

“Thanks BB-8.” Poe smiled at his droid who made a beep of acknowledgment before turning around and leaving the couple alone.

“Poe?” Y/n spoke, gaining his attention. “This is beautiful.” She gestured with her hands to the area around them that he had decorated with lanterns, blankets, etc etc.

Poe smiled at her, even blushing a bit at her compliments of his handy work. “I’m glad you like it.”

Y/n walked over to him, raising her hands to cup his cheeks. “I love it.”

After she spoke Y/n noticed how her words seemed to let him relax as he let out a breath of relief. “Ok, Poe. What's going on?” Y/n asked pulling back to look him in the eyes.

“The first order hasn’t been on our ass’s as of late. So I wanted to take this opportunity to do something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now.” Poe stated making Y/n slightly confused, but she kept quiet to listen and Poe noticed. “Y/n, we’ve known each other since we were teens, and we only got closer once I came here to help and to join the Resistance. An since we got together it has been some of the best years of my life.”

Y/n smiled bashfully. “Mine too.”

“I don’t want to live without you. We’ve been through so much. Especially in the last couple of years and months.” Poe stared into her eyes with pure adoration as he got down onto one knee. “I don’t want to ever be without you and I’d love for us to be more than just dating, boyfriend and girlfriend, however you want to put it. I would like to be bonded for the rest of our lives. Family.”

Y/n gasped. “Poe…”

“Y/n Solo, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” Poe pulled out an all too familiar ring. A ring that Poe's has shown her before. His mothers ring.

“Yes! Poe. Yes, of course!” Y/n nodded, breaking into a huge smile full of pure love, adoration and happiness.

Poe quickly but gently slipped the ring onto her finger before standing up and pulling her into a tight hug, even lifting her off the ground in the process. “I love you Y/n Solo.”

“Soon to be Y/n Dameron.” Y/n giggled brushing his hair back with her fingers gently.

Poe smirked, humming. “Hmmm I like the sound of that.”

“I love you too Poe.” Y/n smiled, leaning down to kiss her now future husband.

“And that is the end folks! With the rookie taking first place! Can you believe it!?”

As the announcer’s voice called for all betters to collect their winnings at the booth, you walked your bike to the main hangar, feeling plenty dazed by the post-race adrenaline finally wearing off. 

One season. 

It had taken only a single season for you to reach that coveted goal of actually taking home first prize in the treacherously fast speeder-bike races. The Coruscant underground had never seen one so young make such an ardent comeback; from placing in last for several races to placing in the top three the past few weeks, many spectators showed their confidence in your promising skill and vigor by betting heavily on your highly anticipated success. 

Still, the months of racing and having many close encounters with violent crashes left you grateful for the end of the season. Now you could find the time to rest and recuperate from the hell you had willingly put yourself through. Not only had you risked great physical injury and even death, but the just as frightful rage of your family. 

It was an odd act of tact and grace, formulating a believable front to cover for your underground activities. You had settled on telling your grandfather that you had taken up shadowing some of the New Republic scouts for the tactical experience, which wasn’t a complete lie. It was simply a half-truth you exploited for all its worth. No less than six days a week you made your way to the scout’s hangar and accompanied them on some of their assignments on and off world; it just wasn’t for the length of time your grandfather believed. Leaving early gave you ample time to make your way to the lower levels of Coruscant without rousing familial suspicion.  

When your bike was securely locked in its own garage unit, you started the journey home, knowing you would be expected back soon given the late hour. With your more aerodynamic uniform replaced with your traditional robes, you walked confidently back into your family’s dwelling. 

Your pace became slow as you weaved through the corridors, finally finding solace in your own room by collapsing face first onto your plush mattress. 

“Thought a regular champion such as yourself would be more…celebratory than this.” 

Quickly sitting upright you could just make out the sight of your grandfather as he strode past your threshold, his arms crossed securely in front of himself. 

“H-Hey!” You smiled, hugging a pillow close to your chest. “Didn’t see you there…”

A mischievous smirk spread across Anakin Skywalker’s own face, but was mostly masked by his neatly trimmed beard. 

“That’s the purpose of walking so quietly. But I won’t be so easily sidetracked. Shouldn’t you be out celebrating?”

“Celebrating…what?”

His smirk evolved into a splitting smile as he sat down on the end of your bed. “Oh come on, quit playing dumb. I’d recognize the smell of oil and grease anywhere. It takes at least a day to get rid of the smell, kid.” When you remained silent, Anakin continued. “So when were you going to tell me you were a speeder-bike racing star?”

“...When I was old enough to compete…” You answered quietly, wanting nothing more than to disappear under the blankets of your bed. 

“Which we all know is a while yet….Hey, don’t look like that.” Your grandfather’s hand playfully pulled at your ear. “If I wanted you to stop I would have pulled you out at the start of the season.”

Swinging your head to the side, you looked at Anakin with wide eyes.