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Anakin as Your Husband

↬  Anakin as a Husband & Father Headcanons ★

@arichardson​: “can i have anakin as your husband and a dad headcanon please!!<33”

Anon: “hi!! can i please have fluff with anakin as a dad and your husband?? <33”

✧ Genre: fluff 

✧ Media: headcanon / bullet-point

↬ gender neutral reader :)

(this is like... post Anakin turning to the dark side / what could have been)

First of all

his charm does not waver once u guys are married LMAO

still the cockiest mfer you know😏😎

he swore he could never love anyone or thing more than you until your children came along.

he’s lowkey highkey the worst cook in the world

but still tries to help out regardless

what he is really good at though !!!

is making your kids listen

espcially when they need to do something they dont want to

hes so good at getting them to clean or help out

LOVES taking them outside to do stuff

one of your kids is obsessed with flying 

and the other insists they are a jedi master.

okayokay besides kids

is actually a really good husband fr

sososososo protective 

almost too much sometimes

but you know it’s completely out of his undeying love for u

he would do anything to protect you and your kids

though he’s out quite a bit doing ~jedi buisness~ 

his fav thing ever is to lay in bed with you at night

just the two of you

and he deffo hold you like a teddy bear HAHAHA

alwayssss reasures you whenever you have doubts of anything

literally he will fix any problem u have

he’ll do anything quite literally

( 😳)

he totally wants to buy the stupidest shirts for your kids when they are first born

like the ones with writing on them that only adults find funny

and you’re like absolutely not.😐

the next day you come home to your kid wearing a shirt that says, “of course I’m awesome...just look at my dad!” and u actually almost kill him HAHAHAHA

hes competetive w ur kids

HAAHAH like any games he plays with them

holotable chess, using sticks and pretending to have lightsaber fights, racing to his ship where he shows them how to fly it, you name it.

Literally competes with them

none of that “i’ll let them win” stuff LMAO

but when they get upset ofc he will and he’ll totally comfort them

He really loves spending time with all of you

but you were his first love at the end of the day

and sometimes he wants nothing more than to just be alone with you in each other’s presence :’) 

Makes Ahsoka babysit

“This is part of your Jedi training, Snips.”

“Master--” 

“Don’t make me tell the council you’re not listening to my orders.”

A Candle in the Dark - 1

↬ fem!reader x cal kestis 

Chapter 1: Crash 🕯︎

Once a padawan before the tragic events of Order 66, you crash on Bracca, thanks to a broken ship piece and the bounty on your head. Pain and suffering were all you knew. You didn’t think Bracca could change that, but the galaxy works in peculiar ways...

✧ Genre: ANGST this chapter is sad (i promise fluff later on)

✧ Media: chapter series

✧ Word Count: 1.9k

!!! Warning tags: star wars stuff - death, violence, blood, swearing. reader deals with ptsd and reader wants to die lowkey - basically reader is going through it. reader gets hurt, details of ship crashing.

 If you aren’t sure you can read this based on these tags - no worries! I have plenty other flufflier works on my masterlist :) <3 Take care, and enjoy ! 

Air filled your lungs in one sweeping motion like a cold, swift river. Your vision lit up with sparks as icy air encompassed your body like a rough blanket. You were alive. You could feel your head recalling the events that led you to where you were as each second passed. Mist sat delicately over your messy hair and bruised, cut body. Your arms and legs shook with shock as the adrenaline slowly left you like a broken faucet.

It felt as though you had woken up from a dream, regaining consciousness and countless thoughts each moment. You turned your head once your body allowed, eyes raking over your legs. Pain shot through your right foot to your head, exploding in your brain at the sight. A massive, oozing red gash adorned your leg, water and blood pooling on the crumpled metal that was once your ship beneath you. 

You could've sworn you could hear the words in your head out loud from how loud your head was pounding. You lifted a timid, shaking hand to your temple, just to make sure this was all real, to ground yourself. You were not ready to touch your leg, but your head felt much worse than you’d imagined and your instincts were begging you to do so. A cold shock seared through you as you felt liquid on your fingers, a viscous crimson sticking to your hair and dripping down my face. You’d hit your head, and hard. The crash had shaken your whole being, and you were in shock you weren't dead. Though you were relieved to keep living, a small part of you didn’t want to. How easy it would've been to let death pick you gracefully from the fallen ship in mangled pieces scattered all over Bracca - to be lifted from the burden of being Force sensitive. 

But that was not your reality. Rather, you were laying uncomfortably; cold, wet, and bleeding out in the pieces of your destroyed cruiser. You had an odd feeling you’d never make it off of Bracca. At least, not easily. You would leave in a similar manner to how you came in. Chaotic, fire-filled, and with destruction…

As you sat, trying your hardest to gain some sense of balance and strength to finally lift yourself, your mind drifted to the actions that resulted in your condition. A broken fucking baffle of all things. You should’ve known repairing one would’ve cost you an arm and a leg. 

Spies, fugitives, scavengers, and scum alike on the run had been using baffles for as long as you knew. It was the oldest trick in the book. Didn’t want your energy signature seen? An engine baffle would make it invisible to others in the galaxy. Yours had been your saving grace until it broke. Which is how you were found, how you were mercilessly shot down, and the reason you found yourself in the middle of a large strip of hard ground on Bracca surrounded by other wrecks and pinces of ships. You nearly blended right in.

You then thought about how you really ended up here. From the beginning. Blasters firing red shots of light held by your once friends, being shot at your other friends. Padawans and Masters both fell, a forceful headache enclosing your body as you tried to take yourself out of the moment. No more.  

You counted in your head, hoping by a miracle you could walk alright, let alone stand. Your hands gripped a piece of steel stuck out to your left, your right hand placed firmly as if the mucky, wet weather of Bracca would allow it. One, two, three. With tense arms you pushed as firmly as your enervated body allowed, groaning in pain as you felt the full force of your bleeding leg try to stand. You braced yourself on a piece of wall, if you could even call it such, leaning against it like you were a small child holding onto your parents legs. Kriff. Your leg hurt. God, did it hurt. Each time you thought the pain would subside, it got worse. The panic of not being able to do anything set hard and fast, as tears dripped from your eyes. You didn’t try to stop them or wipe them away. You just let them fall. You wished you’d fallen like them, from the air, hit the ground…and just disappear. 

The wind nipped your face as you grew colder. Night was approaching as the light grey skies faded to a blueish, darker gray, large packs of clouds dotting over the sky.

It was time to find shelter. You had to move, walk, something. You moved your good leg first, groaning again as you stood straight up. The junkyard in front of you looked like a graveyard. Dark, still, and sad. There was an odd aura in the air that made your stomach swirl. You gulped and took another step, this time on your bad leg, which was not the greatest idea. 

You fell hard on Bracca’s surface, mud squelching as you made a rough impact with the ground. 

“Fuck,” you muttered. You thought it couldn’t get any worse than that when you heard a pair of footsteps that moved to ring throughout your skull. They were heavy but quick, pounding the mud deeper into the ground. You whipped your head around, pushing through the dull, constant pain in your head, and searing one in your leg, holding yourself up pitifully on the wet ground. 

Your eyes met a tall, rust-colored man who was of the Abednedo species. He had beedy eyes that were set far apart on his big face, his nostrils below his small eyes. The dark navy color of his suit nearly made him blend in with what seemed to be the single color of Bracca, if not for his large stature and orange vest. 

His brow bone furrowed as he took in your pathetic position. Legs tangled in the mud, torso twisted towards him with warm blood coating the left side of your face, as it dripped like melted ice cream. You weren't sure if it was the angle you were staring at him, or the way everything around you was spinning, but he looked like his first goal wasn’t to outright kill you. 

Instinct and memories of the last five years flooded your head as you told yourself he would. You were a stranger, no use to him: so you would die. But instead, a look of terror flooded his face as he began his plod to your crumpled body. 

“Hey, you okay?” He spoke timidly, almost as if he was afraid of scaring you. 

You grunted, trying to sit up to ready yourself for god knows what was about to happen to you, when this thick arms shot out as a maneuver to prove himself as an ally. 

“Woah, I don’t wanna hurt you, kid.” You relaxed, or more like slumped out of tenseness from exhaustion, though he didn’t seem to come with ill intent. He bent down next to your sprawled body in the mud, small eyes darting over your form. 

“Geez, you got busted up pretty bad, huh? Let me help you up.” He stood firm and tall, though his gaze didn’t seem the slightest intimidating as he held out a hand to you.

You stared at him for a while, lips in a flat line and eyebrows low, with eyes larger than you meant them to be. You unwillingly reached for his arm and he pulled you up. 

You did not in any way shape or form trust him. You’d meet creatures who’d play nice then turned their back on you after minutes, or even months. You’d met species who embraced their knack for blood, attempting to strike you down right away. You knew he was bad, everyone in the galaxy seemed to be today. But the bliss idea of death cradling you fighting with your aching knee and body caused your shaking arm to reach as pathetically as it could. He would not help you. That was just how it worked after you were forced from Coruscant. But you couldn’t find it in your tired heart or head to care. 

Your forehead tensed horrifically as your whole upper body followed, from your fingernails to your core. Fuck, it hurt to stand, even with a considerable amount of your weight leaning on the Abednedo. He seemed to have no words; yet behind his eyes you could tell how he was truly seeing you in that moment. Pathetic. To him you looked like a sad, injured kitten who needed help. 

In a flash you pushed off him to stand, wanting to do this shit on your own, but your flicker of confidence was doused the second you were straight up, eyes nearly meeting the ground before the man grabbed you with his large arms. 

“Kid, you can’t stand.”

“Stop calling me that,” you snapped. You barely recognised your own coarse, venom-filled voice. 

“Then what should I be calling you?”

Silence.

He sighed as he began walking, your body still leaning into his arm.

“I’m Prauf. This is Bracca, if you didn’t know. I’ve been uh…been working here for a while.” He took your silence as a chance to continue speaking to you, in hopes to distract the searing pain in your body. 

“We uh, used to rebuild these things.” He gestured out to the hundreds of shipwrecks and crashed parts surrounding your small path up the large, dark hill of dirt and scrap

“Now we just take 'em even more apart.” Your feet dragged on the gravelly ground, shoes sopping with mud. It felt like you were dragging bricks for feet. 

“I have to tell you, it’s not too exciting here, there’s, uh…not much to do. But you’ll get used to it.” Even the man you’d met less than an hour ago knew you were not getting off this trash planet anytime soon. 

“I need to learn more about you, kid, before the boss comes around. He’s not too fond of newcomers, especially those off-system by the looks of your cruiser.” You gave him a quizzical look, which he understood only half of when he spoke. 

“That’s what happens when you’ve been here for as long as me. I know every ship, cruiser, fighter, and piece that comes in and out of this place. You’ll learn if you haven’t got a knack already.”

“What makes you think I’ll work?” 

You'd expected the man to make a quip at you for finally speaking. Something like, “Ah, she speaks.” But you were learning that wasn’t that kind of person. Instead, he laughed lightly, air pushing from his far set nostrils. 

“Well that’s all there is to do here. You wanna fix that nasty gash on your head, you're gonna need some medical supplies and a place to stay. They won’t hand it to you without something in return.”

“I’m not stupid.”

“And I don’t think you are. You seem like one tough kid.”

“Y/N.” Your name escaped from your lips in a mumbled, but Prauf’s acute senses picked up on your single word.

He smiled slightly, slowing his pace as he gazed down at you. 

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

Luke as Your Boyfriend

↬  Luke Skywalker as a Boyfriend Headcanons ★

Anon:  Could you please do BF headcanons for Luke Skywalker? Thanks :3

✧ Genre: fluff

✧ Media: headcanon / bullet-point

↬ gender neutral reader :)

- Literally so clingy 

- Like annoyingly clingy

- But if u get annoyed at him for it he gets worse LMAO

- He's soooo supportive of anything you set your mind to

- You wanna travel to EVERY outer rim planet?? Sure !!

- Wanna use his lightsaber??? Okay !!

- Just rly sweet

- v unlike his father LMAOO

- Not as romantic as anakin, for sure more silly

- Bro is goofy fr (im sorry)

- he takes his work so serious but likes to let loose and be able to take himself less seriously when he’s around u <3

- He always likes to help you with whatever it issss

- Cleaning, work, hobbies, anything

- He gets jealous kinda easily but its only bcs he’s so skeptical

- But ur reassurance makes him feel better :)

- Expect unique gifts for birthdays & holidays

- Man likes to think exclusively outside the box

- He for sureee teaches u how to meditate

- Whether ur force sensitive or not

- It brings him so much peace & he wants you to be able to experience that as well :)

- He’s very intuitive so sometimes he knows how ur feeling before u can describe it

- He lovesss to travel🪐

- You guys take lots of trips to far off places

- He also really loves to help others

- So u gotta remind him to care for himself sometimes

- loves to cuddle

- Or just like… lay his head on ur lap

- Is super okay with (and sometimes prefers) silence

- He doesn’t find it awkward and nor do u bcs its more comforting

- No pda LOLL

- that shit is reserved for home 🙅 🙅

Request Info & Rules!

↬ STAR WARS FANFIC REQUESTING INFO

General FAQ

✰ Who I Write For:

any star wars characters that I know enough about! My favorites to write for include: Anakin, Cal Kestis, Nightsister Merrin, Leia, Luke, Rey, Poe, The Mandalorian, Bad Batch, and Padme! Though I’m open to other characters I know about ☆ 

✰ What I Will Write: 

fluff

angst

wlw content 

platonic fics

romantic fics 

gender neutral / fem reader (all of my fics will be gender neutral unless specified otherwise ! )

steamy or suggestive fics

✰ What I Will NOT Write:

NSFW / smut (I’m just unknowledgeable HAHAHA)

non consensual fics

HOW TO REQUEST:

↪ Please Include:

a person (ex; cal kesits)

a genre (ex: fluff, angst)

and an idea or prompt - as detailed or general as you’d like (ex: cal as your bf headcanons)

I will write headcanons, reactions, one-shots, scenarios, and chapter stories! Please do not be shy to request! <3 

Waking Up With Padme

↬ Padmé Amidala Morning Headcanons ★

anon: “hey! can i request padme x reader headcannons of being in a relationship and what it would be like just waking up with her and cuddling and being cute in the sunrise + half asleep kisses and whatnot because im a big yearning lesbian and i miss her sm😵‍💫thanks!<33″

✧ Genre: FLUFF all fluff

✧ Media: headcanon / bullet-point

↬ intended for fem! reader but also could be gender neutral :)

OMGGG okay

So padme is like

The most gentle lover ever

Ofc she can be firm but

In the MORNING🥺️🥺️💓💓

She’s so in love with you. 

Literal hearts in her eyes when she looks at u 

She wakes up first for sure

Likes to look at how beautiful you are for a while before waking you

She likes to stroke your hair 

Once you wake up it's all tangled legs and smiles

She literally looks like sleeping beauty in the morning

You guys just lay tangled in each other and watch the other

She has the softestttt smile ever and in the AM 😣😣🥰🥰

Literally she will cancel important meetings or pull a no-show on special occasions

So you two can just lay :)

Like on your birthday or Life day

She gets up so quiet to make you a cute breakfast

Padme the typa woman to make shapes out of food

Like cute heart strawberries :) ♡ and heart shaped pancakes & eggs :) ♡

And when she comes in to give it to you

She just silently admires your still self

And you look so ethereal with the sun peeking through the lace curtains lighting you up

And her heart goes bu bum

She wake you up and you barely eat

You just wanna cuddle and feel the sun on your skin and her arms around you

Birds and light breezes are heard from the window

But the only sound you really care about is the sweet giggles leaving her mouth 

The more the both of you wake up the more she laughs and talks to you

The blankets and sheets get all tangled

And her hair is a curly mess

And she looks so cute in her lace nightgown and bed-head

That you pull her down with you and pull the sheets over your heads

And pretend you just woke up all over again ♡