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Luke    knows    the    burden    of    being    the    son    of    Darth    Vader.    He    has    felt    the    conflict    in    his    heart    for    a    while    now.    But    Leia    has    never    known    parents    other    than    Breha    and    Bail    Organa,    Queen    and    Viceroy    of    Alderaan.    Before    they    were    friends,    closer    than    most    and    able    to    read    one    another    easily.    Now    they    are    siblings,    bound    by    blood.    It’s    comforting    he    thinks,    to    understand    his    attachment    to    Leia.    he    can’t    imagine    what    she’s    feeling    now,    knowing    that    her    biological    father    was    partially    responsible    for    the    death    to    her    parents    and    her    entire    world.    He    knew    about    grief,    but    he    didn’t    think    he    could    empathesize    with    the    deaths    of    millions    of    her    people.    He    wished    he    could    shoulder    that    burden    for    her,    but    he    knows    that    even    if    he    could,    she    would    never    allow    that.    

His    arm    is    pressed    against    one    of    hers    and    he    expels    a    breath    as    his    eyes    close,    feeling    her    force    signature    easily.    She’s    a    part    of    him.    He    had    always    felt    that    so    much    was    missing    from    his    life    on    Tatooine.    He    had    never    really    belonged    there,    after    all.    He    just    didn’t    realize    how    much    of    him    was    missing.    He    wondered    if    she    felt    it    too,    staring    up    at    the    night    sky    in    the    palace    on    Alderaan.    Did    her    heart    ache    for    someone    who    was    never    there?    Did    she    also    feel    a    different    purpose?    He    could    imagine    not.    Her    parents    were    pillars    of    the    Rebellion.    She    was    raised    for    to    lead.    It    showed    in    every    action    she    made.    If    it    came    out    that    she    was    the    daughter    of    Darth    Vader,    it    could    ruin    her    in    a    way    that    it    would    never    ruin    him.    He    knew    that.    

Slowly    Luke’s    eyes    open,    though    they    do    not    turn    to    Leia.    He    can    offer    her    no    words    to    fix    the    burden    that    he    has    now    given    her.    There    are    no    reassurances    that    everything    will    be    okay,    that    any    bloodline    they    had    may    be    tainted    with    the    Dark    Side.    But    his    hand    moves    to    hold    hers,    squeezing    in    gently.    He    would    be    there    for    her    no    matter    what,    fight    any    battle    that    she    could    not    do    on    her    own.    He    was    her    twin    after    all.    

                everyone  was  tired.   even  han.    he  could  see  it  in  her  eyes  ,  the  pain  she  was  still  suffering.  leia  organa  carried  the  galaxy  on  her  shoulders  ,   &  she  finally   had  the  chance  to  rest.    there  is  still  much  to  do  ,   battles  won  doesn’t  mean  the  wars  are  forever  over.  but  han  needs  her  to  know  there  is  hope.  hope  is  the  very  thing  leia  taught  him.   &  he  was  more  than  happy  to  remind  her  of  her  own  philosophy.     ❝          you’re  allowed  to  be  tired.              ❞      he   wraps  his  arms  around  her  gently.   ❝          but  it’s  gonna  be  okay  ,   i  promise.     ❞      finally   a  promise  han  hopes  he  can  make.       ❝      hes   gone  leia  ,   your   safe.  and  i’m  not  going  anywhere.     ❞    

HER PEOPLE SKILLS ARE,    at  a  stretch,    limited.     in  truth  it’s  hardly  a  shock    -    she  was  such  a  shy  child,     a  shy  teenager  out  of  place  when  studying  on  vulcan,    always  out  of  place.     out  of  place  in  a  room  and  out  of  place  in  her  own  skin.    the  past  three  years  of  knowing  her  mother’s  lie  have  done  little  to  help  her:     the  constant  lie  she’s  been  ordered  to  maintain  an  albatross  around  her  neck.

starfleet  didn’t  send  her  here  to  make  friends    &&    that’s  a  good  thing,    her  own  struggle  with  her  morality  making  the  requested  research  on  bashir  take  so  much  longer  than  it  should  have  by  any  reasonable  standards.     between  a  rock  and  a  hard  place,     the  decisions  ahead  of  her  are  all  too  quickly  stealing  her  air.

she’s  as  good  at  avoiding  people  as  it  appears  they  are  at  finding  her.    ❝   stare  at  me  any  harder  and  I  might  actually  combust  into  flames.    odo  would  disapprove if  we  scorched  his  promenade.   ❞  

WELCOME TO A DAZZLING DAYDREAM OF A NIGHT...

𝑇𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑆𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛’𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝐻𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝐵𝑎𝑙𝑙, James Kirk. 𝑊𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝘩𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠. 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝐼𝐷 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑎𝑛 Adult Wristband 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡. 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑐𝘩𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡. 𝑊𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢.  

      A   whole   night   on   the   couch   and   he   hadn’t   slept   a   wink   not   because   the   piece   of   furniture   itself   was   uncomfortable,   but   because   his   mind   was   much   too   filled   with   thoughts.   By   the   time   5   am   rolled   around   he   completely   gave   up   on   getting   some   rest,   folding   up   the   spare   bedding   Donna   had   provided   him   with,   John   made   his   way   to   the   kitchen.   Might   as   well   make   himself   a   cup   of   coffee,   cause   he   had   a   feeling   the   morning   was   going   to   be   a   longer   one   still.   What   he   hadn’t   expected   was   for   the   redhead   to   emerge   from   her   bedroom   not   long   after,   having   hoped   he’d   at   least   be   able   to   gather   all   his   thoughts   into   at   least   some   form   of   cohesive   structure.

if   he   could   hide   the   amused   sigh   behind   anything,   he   would.   but   he   feels   completely   readable   here,   with   the   way   @spacetrekked​​‘s   eyes   analyze   his   face   even   with   his   eyes   closed.   his   lips   press   together   and   without   any   warning,   he   rolls   over,   trapping   her   smaller   frame   with   his   arm.   “   i   don’t   remember   much   sleep   happening   there,   princess.   “   he   says   cockily,   not   opening   his   eyes   but   able   to   press   a   kiss   to   her   neck   without   that   sense.   he’d   rather   shoot   himself   in   the   foot   with   a   blaster   than   say   this   to   anyone,   but   he   thinks   that   leia   is   like   a   homing   beacon   to   him.   he’d   find   her   anywhere.   and   if   for   some   chance   he   couldn’t,   he   had   faith   that   she   would   find   him,   drag   him   back   from   whatever   half   assed   plan   had   gone   sideways.   he   had   faith   in   little   else   but   her.   

his   home   had   been   his   ship   and   chewie   for   so   long,   it   had   felt   foreign   to   allow   other   people   into   that.   she   and   luke   (   though   the   last   thing   he   wants   to   think   about   with   leia   in   his   bed   is   her   brother   )   had   wormed   their   way   into   his   small   and   withering   heart.   “   what’re   you   so   chipper   about   anyways   ?   i   didn’t   tire   you   out   ?   “   scruff   drags   against   her   neck   as   he   lifts   his   head,   finally   opening   his   eyes   to   look   at   her.   only   just   long   enough   to   place   a   soft   kiss   on   her   lips.   

❦        it  was  an  unprompted  thought  after  many  months  of  dealing  with  the  new  reality.  for  a  long  time,  spock  had  never  expected  to  see  john  again.  the  hybrid  had  resigned  himself  to  their  𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦  together  being  nothing  but  a  memory;  but  here  they  were  right  back  at  the  start,  giving  it  another  𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.   spock  is  always  here  when   john  undergoes  the  “maintenance”   as  he  has  taken  to  calling  it  in  his  head,  lest  he  listen  what  the  circulating  𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴  say.   his  words  are  unnoticed  for  the  moment,  until  john  gives  him  an  answer.  now  spock  is  all  too  aware  of  the  wandering  eyes  at  that  upon  the  pair,  however  it  is  too  late  to  take  it  back.     ❝  john,  i  wish  to  be  clear  that  where  you  and  me  are  𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥,  any  negative  remarks  or  otherwise,  are  not  a  reflection  of  my  personal  regard  for  you.   ❞  hes  trying  not  to  be  too  vulnerable,  but  not  so  stoic  that  john  get  the  wrong  idea  &  fear  the  𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥  question.   ❝  it  is  the  nature  of  the  species  to  wonder.  ❞   that  was  not  a  lie,  spock  just  didn’t  mean  to  make  his  thoughts  vocal. 

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Sabé    knew    that    Padmé    understood    just    how    much    she    would    do    for    her.    It    was    a    power    that    her    closest    treasured,    refused    to    use    lightly,    and    always    understood    the    depth    of.    She    would    die    for    Padmé    and    love    her    just    as    fiercely    as    she    had    the    day    before.    Though    there    were    many    things    that    she    knew    her    queen    (    it    had    been    a    long    time    since    that    title    was    bestowed    but    she    still    secretly    thought    of    Padmé    with    the    moniker    )    would    hesitate    to    do,    she    knew    that    Sabé    would    always    be    there.    That    being    said,    this    was    a    tremendous    ask.    One    that    she    took    as    she    did    with    the    rest,    one    that    she    never    would    have    hesitated    to.    

Becoming    Tsabin    again,    on    Tatooine    with    a    different    companion    this    time,    would    be    more    difficult    than    she    let    on    to    Padmé,    though    she    knew    the    other    could    see    right    through    any    facade.    Tatooine    brought    her    biggest    disappointment,    not    being    able    to    take    more    out    of    slavery,    for    her    closest    friend    to    the    forefront    of    her    thoughts.    She    was    ashamed.    The    Empire    had    fully    taken    over    and    she    knew    that    no    more    work    would    be    put    into    anything    such    as    slavery    reform    again.    It    would    take    everything    they    had    just    to    keep    control.    

Still,    they    were    there,    and    she    would    cradle    the    little    boy    in    her    arms    as    tightly    as    she    could    without    disturbing    him.    While    she    knew    that    Luke    Skywalker    looked    a    lot    like    his    father,    she    could    already    see    the    workings    of    Padmé    in    his    face    and    his    smile    when    he    was    held    by    his    mother.    Her    thoughts    went    to    Bail    Organa,    on    the    other    side    of    the    galaxy,    craddling    Leia    in    his    arms.    Did    she    see    the    resemblance    to    Padmé?    Did    he    know    how    it    crushed    the    mother    to    not    have    both    of    the    twins    with    her?    Sabé    could    only    assume    so.    As    she    stands,    careful    to    not    move    Luke’s    head    too    much,    she    drifted    from    the    small    bedroom    of    their    Tatooine    home    into    the    living    room.    She    could    tell    that    Leia    was    on    Padmé’s    mind    before    she    even    saw    her    face.    Adjusting    the    baby,    she    held    her    hand    out    for    the    other    woman    to    take,    pressing    a    soft    kiss    against    her    knuckle.    She    couldn’t    offer    any    words    to    help,    but    she    would    be    there    for    it    all.