Raising Princess Leia was probably all kinds of crazy adventures sometimes
“You can’t make me look!” The five year old princess stomped her foot. “He’ll steal my face!”
“Sweetheart, it’s just a painting,” Bail tried not to cringe in front of the Imperial officer. “It’s not going to steal your face, I promise.”
“Your daughter has a problem with our Emperor, Viceroy?” There was an icy undertone in the officer’s voice that warned that a misstep here could prove costly.
“It’s not the Emperor,” Queen Breha gave the man a winning smile and smoothed Leia’s hair. “She’s skittish around portraits in general.”
“The eyes follow me! They’re gonna stick me in a frame too!” Leia protested, understanding even at her age that it was better to play up her childish side.
Breha thought that the Imperial still looked unconvinced, and so with a silent apology to her daughter she added, “She’s also convinced that she has a little brother who was stolen by goblins. We’re still not certain where she picked up that idea.”
The officer nodded with thinly veiled disgust. “Perhaps you should take more care to monitor who your daughter spends time with, Queen Breha.” The pompous man turned on his heel and stalked away to terrorize someone else in the gallery.
The Organas breathed a collective sigh of relief and Bail swept Leia up into his arms.
“Well done, my Leia,” he whispered. “But from now on, you must be careful what you say about the emperor when there are people about.”
Leia tugged at the braiding on his sleeve and frowned. “It’s still ugly, Papa. It’s not a good painting.”
Bail struggled for words. “It’s…an Impressionist piece, I think.”
“What’s that mean?”
“It means that the artist was under the impression that it looked good,” Breha said dryly. Bail stifled a snort, but did not comment to the contrary.
Bidding perfunctory farewells to the host, the Queen and Viceroy slipped out, making excuses of an overtired kindergartener. Mon Mothma had been able to slip a data chip into Bail’s hand in passing and he had no intention of sticking around to be caught with it. As they met with their bodyguards and strapped themselves into the transport, Leia piped up again.
“Goblins are real though. And they do steal babies.”
She took the twitch on her father’s face as evidence that she was right and that the grown-ups just didn’t want to admit it.
Youngling Ben Solo and Poe Dameron growing up as “Surrogate Brothers” BB8 often gets babysitting duty, but its okay because he loves Leia’s boys…
//celebrating the new Entertainment Weekly reveal that “Leia views Poe as a surrogate son” and that they are “family” <3. And since Ben didn’t go darkside until he was 23… he and Poe had lots of time to be adopted brothers since their families were always so close! ;D Poe is now canon Skywalkerfamily! -happy ewok trumpets-
I’ve been thinking the past two hours about Hogwarts Houses alignment for the characters of the Star Wars multiverse (which means including spinoffs and Legends/EU), so rather than do anything productive, I’m gonna give you the run-down, and I am absolutely open to being persuaded otherwise (or debating in good fun), and for people adding on to this post with other characters because this is by no means comprehensive.
Also, Hufflepuffs will be delighted to know that the Galaxy Far, Far Away is chock-full of Hufflepuffs.
Mace Windu: Mr. Rock-and-Roll Jedi is absolutely a Gryffindor. Confronting the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic to arrest or kill him is so Gryffindor it hurts.
Ahsoka Tano: Is extremely Gryffindor as a kid, though arguably toned down as an adult.
Jar-Jar Binks: Yes, really. Yes, he gets scared, but courage is not the absence of fear, and being the comic relief doesn’t preclude you from being brave.
Bodhi Rook: He is so scared that he’s one of the very few characters in the GFFA we ever see shake, but he presses on to do what he knows he needs to do.
Kit Fisto: Posterboy for Jedi Gryffindors, really.
ANAKIN FRICKIN’ SKYWALKER: If there was ever a character you could say was defined by his relationships, it’s this guy. Darth Vader is what you get when a Hufflepuff goes evil. The mess of Revenge of the Sith happens because his loyalties are being pulled every which way.
Luke Skywalker: Right from the first hour of ANH, Luke shows us that he’s a Hufflepuff, not wanting to stay on Tatooine forever but also willingly staying with his aunt and uncle because they need him.
Han Solo: Yes, really! If Han wasn’t a Hufflepuff underneath his gruff exterior, he wouldn’t have come back to Yavin to have Luke’s back, and he wouldn’t have stayed with the Rebellion for three years while the price on his head grew.
Chewbacca: I think this one is pretty obvious.
The clone troopers: Or, at least, most of them. Hardworking and loyal to each other, their Jedi, and the Republic. (So of course Palpatine exploits them.)
Hera Syndulla: Admittedly, I don’t know Hera that well, but it seems to me that family and duty are both very important to her.
Baze Malbus: A poor jaded Hufflepuff who’s left with just one friend in the entire galaxy, and sticks with him even though he gets them both into trouble.
Mara Jade: Oh yes. Past the defeat of the Empire, Mara doesn’t care terribly much about governments and organizations and causes anymore; what she does care about her entire life are the people she’s loyal to: Palpatine at first (exploiting yet another Hufflepuff), Talon Karrde, Luke Skywalker, the Skywalker-Solo clan, and the Jedi (as people, not as an entity).
C-3PO: Can’t live with his humans and Artoo, can’t live without ‘em.
Count Dooku: Yes, really! He’s a Ravenclaw trying too hard to be a Slytherin, and it’s his downfall.
Orson Krennic: Again, a Ravenclaw trying too hard to be a Slytherin.
Thrawn: Speaking of Slytherclaws, Mitth’raw’nuruodo is either a Slytherin with Ravenclaw tendencies or a Ravenclaw with Slytherin tendencies. The acquisition of knowledge is very important to him.
Talon Karrde: Speaking of the acquisition of knowledge…
Galen Erso: You know how we were talking about Ravenclaws trying to be Slytherins? Well, Galen is a Ravenclaw who actually succeeds at being a Slytherin.
Firmus Piett: His very first lines have him making a Sherlockian deduction (or abductive inference, as I’ve been told is what Sherlock Holmes actually does).
Obi-Wan Kenobi: Obi-Wan didn’t really ask for any of this. Obi-Wan just wants to curl up in a reading nook with a good datapad, a cup of tea, and a flask of whiskey.
Winter Celchu: Probably.
Chirut Imwe: Probably a Ravenclaw with Gryffindor tendencies.
Jocasta Nu: Living the Ravenclaw dream as the head librarian of one of the most important libraries in the galaxy.
Padme Amidala: First off, let it be known that Padme Amidala was ABSOLUTELY a Hat Stall. She could fit into Gryffindor just as well, probably, and she could also do Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. But her actions in TPM point very strongly towards Slytherin.
Leia Organa: Again, yes, really. Goal-oriented, does what she needs to do, gets annoyed by Han’s and Luke’s Gryffindor tendencies.
Mon Mothma: Runnin’ the Rebellion, Slytherin’ all the way.
Yoda: Originally probably a very good Slytherin, let himself go down a very slippery, Slythery slope.
Wilhuff Tarkin: Oh, absolutely.
Palpatine: The ultimate evil Slytherin, let’s be real.
Hello! I was wondering if you could make a drabble for peter parker x reader where its halloween and reader and her friends dress up as “sexy” avengers and she’s dressed up as spiderman? You can do whatever relationship status with pete, whether it be crushes or girlfriend, etc…. thank you so much!
Pairing: Female Reader x Peter Parker
Word Count: 1.6k
A/N: THIS IS SO BAD PLS DONT FIGHT ME I’ve been so busy and nothing was coming to me so I tried my best :’)
This is just kinda something to break up my mini hiatus so I’m not going to add the tags to this one !! (p.s 70 days until Halloween)
“Peter, would you stop spacing out and pay attention to me for a second?” Ned’s voice snapped Peter out of his daydream and he quickly looked up to see he best friend waving at him. Ned had been going on and on about his project for Robotics Lab so eventually Peter had just tuned him out.
“Yeah, yeah,” he said. “I am paying attention. What’s up?” Ned let out a long sigh and pointed over to the group of girls standing in the lunch line. Peter noticed almost immediately that you were one of the members of the group and averted his eyes. You looked really nice today with your hair pulled back and he felt his face begin to heat up.
“I heard that there’s going to be an awesome Halloween party at Bethany’s house tonight. Y/N is friends with her so I was thinking we could ask her to score us some invites?” Ned explained. You, Ned, and Peter had American Literature together and all got along really well. You had your other friends, of course, but you also liked to hang out with the two of them whenever you could. You had a lot of things in common with them surprisingly, and Peter felt a connection with you right away. He had developed quite the crush on you, although you were oblivious to it.
“I don’t know, Ned,” he said, pushing the thoughts out of his mind. “Parties aren’t really our thing.”
“But Y/N will be there!” he exclaimed. “We haven’t seen her outside of school in so long. Besides, it’s a costume party. You know how much I love those!”
“Fine,” Peter finally gave in, “but you have to be the one to ask her.” Ned beamed and waited until you looked in their direction before flailing his arms around to get your attention. You laughed, quickly excusing yourself to go and talk to him.
“Hey guys,” you said with a grin. “What’s going on? If you’re gonna ask to copy my English homework you’re out of luck because I didn’t do it either.” Peter’s heart rate was doubling as each moment passed, and he tried his best not to stare.
“Actually, it’s about Bethany’s party!” Ned piped up. “Are you going to be there?”
“I sure am!” you replied. “My friends and I are all coordinating our costumes, it’s gonna be fun. Are you two going? It would be so great to see you there.”
“W-we don’t have an official invite,” Peter stammered. Your smile grew even wider, making his stomach flip.
“Well then, consider this it,” you laughed. “You have to go in costume though. It’s a tradition and, as weird as it seems, you’d stick out more if you weren’t wearing something dumb.” The bell rang as you finished, cutting your conversation short. You waved goodbye to them, leaving Peter staring after you in awe. He couldn’t believe that he was actually going through with this. He could vaguely hear Ned babbling endlessly about last minute costume ideas, but he was only half listening since you were occupying all of his thoughts.
Peter had no idea how he found himself standing at the front door of some random girl’s house wearing a Luke Skywalker costume later that night, but for some reason he did. He turned to Ned, who was dressed as a very unconvincing Yoda. He was a jumble of nerves, feeling extremely self conscious, meanwhile Ned was having the time of his life. It was finally an excuse for him to whip out his Star Wars merchandise and he couldn’t have been more excited. Peter reached out and hesitantly rang the doorbell, already regretting every decision he had made thus far. His breath caught in his throat when you were the one to answer the door.
“Peter! Ned! I’m so glad you guys made it!” you exclaimed happily. Peter couldn’t help but stare, his jaw dropping. You were wearing a skin tight Spider-Man body suit with thigh-high boots, showing off every single one of your assets. Your eyes gleamed from behind your small mask and Peter noticed the slight tinge of pink on your cheeks. He suddenly realized that he had been staring shamelessly and tore his eyes away, embarrassed.
“H-hi Y/N,” he said, trying to keep things casual. “Nice costume. I uh… I didn’t know you liked Spider-Man. That’s cool, he seems like a good guy.” Ned nudged him a little, and Peter quickly stopped talking.
“Oh, yeah,” you laughed. “My idea was that my friends and I should go as the Avengers, but as you can see they took it a little differently. Technically I don’t think Spider-Man counts, but I really like him so that’s who I picked. I think it turned out pretty cute, you like it?”
“Y-yeah I think it’s… nice,” Peter squeaked. He cleared his throat, cringing at his own awkwardness. You giggled and let them inside, leading them into the kitchen. You were talking with Ned about something relating to The Force Awakens, but Peter couldn’t focus. He was totally distracted by the way you walked, the way your outfit accentuated your curves, and just generally how fantastic you looked in the Spider-Man suit. His suit. Well, something similar to it at least.
“What do you think Peter?” you asked, looking at him expectantly. He froze, not having any idea what you had been talking about. His mind went blank and he started to panic a little.
“Sorry, could you excuse me for a second?” he said breathlessly, turning and rushing past you.
“I should probably go after him,” Ned said to you as you watched him leave. “Parties aren’t really his thing. We’ll be back in a little bit.” He went off in pursuit of his friend, already knowing exactly what was going on. Peter found an unoccupied room and ducked inside, running his hands through his hair. He jumped when the door opened, but relaxed when he saw it was Ned. They stood in silence for a moment, just sort of letting him cool down.
“Peter, you have to tell her you’re Spider-Man!” Ned blurted out.
“Shh!” Peter gave him a severe look and looked around nervously. “What if somebody hears you?”
“But this is the perfect time!” he whined. “You heard her, she really likes you! Besides, you haven’t taken your eyes off of her ass since we got here. You have to make a move.”
“You’re crazy,” Peter said, although he had to admit he was considering it. Ned noticed this and his face lit up.
“I’ll tell her to meet you outside down the road in 5 minutes. Now’s your chance, Parker! Don’t blow it.” He ran out of the room, leaving Peter there with really no other options. He fumbled with his costume, pulling the suit out from his backpack that he never left home without. With the suit on he felt a lot more sure of himself and carefully climbed out the window quietly. From up on the roof he could see you walking outside, shivering a little in the cold October air. You stumbled a bit, still not used to walking in your heels. Peter smiled as he watched you go. He slowly followed, careful not to make his presence known.
“Hello?” you called, a little on edge since it had already gotten pretty dark. You tugged nervously on your costume, the tight fabric starting to chafe a little. Peter took a deep breath and built up the confidence to say something.
“Uh… hi,” he said, trying to pose in a non-creepy way as if he hadn’t been following her.
“Oh, you’re here!” you exclaimed as you whirled around but stopped dead when you saw it was Spider-Man. It wasn’t even one of those cheap costumes, it was the actual Spider-Man. You recognized all of the details of the suit, details that couldn’t be replicated. Your eyes widened and you quickly pulled the mask that you wore off.
“I-I think that’s one hell of a costume,” he said. “I’m not sure if I’d wear it, but the effort was there.”
“Sorry, is this weird for you? I mean, I bet it is. I didn’t mean for it to be offensive but I also wasn’t really expecting to see Spider-Man out here, you know? I can take it off. No, actually I can’t that would make it so much worse.” you rambled nervously. Behind his mask Peter couldn’t have been smiling any wider. Seeing you so flustered and shocked was really cute and he was loving it.
“I’m not offended at all, it’s the opposite really,” he laughed. “Why are you out here all by yourself without a jacket?”
“I’m actually waiting for someone,” you told him. “He’s great. He’s in my class and we’re friends but I want to ask him if he wants to go out- Oh wait, sorry you probably don’t care about that part. Forget I said that.” Now it was Peter’s turn to be flustered.
“No, no it’s fine! Do you… Do you like him?”
“I mean, a little,” you admitted. “Don’t tell him, okay? Not that you would, you’re Spider-Man, but still.” Peter nodded slowly, taking a step back.
“Your secret is safe with me,” he said. “I have to go, I think I hear someone calling for help…” He looked behind his shoulder, pretending to pick up on something.
“I don’t hear anything,” you said curiously.
“No, trust me. Someone’s having a bad night, I should go help. Good luck with that Peter guy, I’m sure he’s nice. Hope things work out.” With that, he shot off into the trees leaving you there alone. You flipped your mask over in your hands, trying to ignore the fact that you had never mentioned Peter’s name to him and that Spider-Man had a very similar voice.
“All I want is all what my mother wanted for me when she raised me - to be happy. For that, I don’t need to be in a relationship. I don’t need to have a certain level of respect. I just want to care very much about what I do and be kind to everyone in the process. It’s important that I can feel that. That’s happiness.”