starwars: yoda deal

Star Wars Fic Fest

1. Prompts for any era are welcome (prequels, original trilogy, or The Force Awakens)
2. One prompt per comment, please! Leave as many prompts as you want.
3. Multiple fills are welcome and encouraged.
4. Warnings for graphic violence, non-con, dub con, and major character death are required. If your fic is explicit, please label it clearly.
5. Please include a link to your fic in the completed fills thread below.
Re: Questions/Concerns/Random Squee
Is there an end date for posting? Because I am SO into this, but probably won't be able to write until tomorrow...
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Edited at 2015-12-31 12:12 am (UTC)
Rey - Anything from her past on Jakku. How did she survive there? Who taught her how to scavenge? Where and how did she learn how to fly?
Rey - 5 first times (you can make that as dirty as you want it, but I'm thinking of things she tried for the first time after leaving Jakku)
The food at Maz's was different, new - but this? This is...something else. She doesn't have words for it, because she doesn't know what it is, except she's never had anything like it. It's the texture, the sweetness, the flavours—

Poe tilts his head at her; eyes twinkling. "So, should I leave you and the mango alone to be private, then?"

Rey pauses in the middle of licking her fingers of every last drop and glares.

There’s a sonic cleaner if you prefer, Jess Pavik said when she was explaining the controls to Rey. The non-humans find our water too sterile for comfort, and sometimes people from desert planets don’t like bathing.

Rey stands under the spout for what feels like forever, running it freezing cold, then turning it so hot the steam fogs up the entire room.

She thinks she will never be tired of the feel of water against her skin.

Rey knows she shouldn’t ask, but the question burns within her: “Why?”

General Organa hesitates. “Would you believe because I feel it’s the right choice – both for the Falcon and the search for my brother?”

“But I’m a nobody!”

“You’re the woman who defended BB8 when she could have given him up for a month’s worth of rations,” says Leia gently. “You’re the woman who defeated my son. You’re not nobody anymore.”

It’s so terrifying – the sudden filling of what was empty.

The knock on the door is Poe, with— “I thought you might want this.” He holds out Finn’s jacket, folded neatly. “I fixed up the holes, although it’s not—I’m not the best at leather repair.”

Rey swallows and half lifts her hands to take it before conscience intervenes— “It’s yours, though. Don’t you want—?”

“It’s his now,” the young pilot says. “And I’ll keep an eye on Finn when we move base, you keep the jacket. Deal?”

It takes her two tries to speak through her throat. “Deal.”

He responded well to the bacta treatment, said the medic, patting her casually on the shoulder. He'll make a full recovery.

Rey lets her fingertips brush Finn’s arm, wishing he would wake so she could say goodbye, tell him everything she’s learned, share what she’s experienced.

Leaving Jakku was easy – she was going somewhere.

Now, she’s leaving someone behind.


It’s been so long. So many years. But the day finally comes, and his face, his precious face, with new scars and marks and lines etched by anger and time is before her again.

“Oh, Ben…”

There’s so much to stay, and for once in her life, no witty come back or quip comes readily to her lips. Her tongue is tangled.

She knows what she should say.

I never should have sent you away.

You’ve lived in my heart since the day I knew I carried you.

His eyes are hers, the same dark color; the shape belongs to Han, and her heart screams in her chest.

My son… I’ve missed you so much.

I’ve never stopped loving you.

Tears hesitate on her lashes, and his face twists. She can’t tell if it’s hatred or sorrow, regret, guilt, or anger.

She can’t trust him. Ben had killed Han, extinguished his cocky smile, before she could tell him what she truly felt even though he’d been gone for so long.


My heart killed my heart… you killed Han.

You killed the love of my life.

Ben and Han had held her love more surely than any other, even Luke. And Han had for so long, so very long.

She hugs him, heedless of the risk. He leans into her for a moment, his head leaning against hers. For a moment, he is a baby again; a toddler; a lanky boy with so much talent and so much recklessness that she cannot pent no matter how she tries. He is hers, from her body.

Then he is this stranger again, with Han’s eyes and smirk and Han’s blood on his hands. Leia steps back, releasing him.

“Mother…” Those dark eyes search hers, almost frantic now since she had been silent for so long.. “Mother, forgive me. I was not myself. I was weak. I did not mean to. Forgive me, mother.”

The voice is so familiar, and it pains her. She thinks again of all the things she wants to say, she should say, she needs to say.

But the only thing that comes out is the only thing she can say:

“No.” She turns, hesitates. “No, I cannot forgive. But I shall not let my hate win over my love. You are my son, and I love you. That will have to be enough.”
Rey centric (though OT3 welcome if writer so inclined) Rey was unaccustomed to being allowed to or able to indulge on Jakku; she thinks she could get to like it.
Anything that would paint a nice picture of what a friendship between Poe and Rey would look like.
We Three 1/2 (Poe/Finn, Rey/Finn, future ot3)
Notes: This ended up being shippier than I'd intended. Apparently in my head Poe and Rey gravitate together because of a mutual desire to protect Finn.

"time is the key that will unlock the destiny
of we three" - Patti Smith

Poe would have stayed by Finn's side, but Snap and Jess snuck up behind him, seized him by the arms, and, disregarding his loud protests, hauled him bodily from the room, insisting that he needed a shower and some food. BB-8 followed close behind, practically head-butting him in the shins to keep him moving. Poe would have fought them off - or tried, anyway - but Jess informed him that they were under orders from the General, so he reluctantly submitted.

An hour later, clean, fed, and wearing fresh clothes, he was on his way back to the medical wing. In his haste, he didn't see the girl until he nearly collided with her. She was standing in the doorway to Finn's room, her head bowed, her slim shoulders hunched. And - he realized with a jolt that rattled his bones - she was clutching Poe's jacket to her chest.

He almost didn't recognize it. It had been dirty the last time he'd seen it: on Finn, when they met again on Takodana. Now it was scorched, torn, and spattered with rust-colored stains that could only be blood. Whose? Poe wondered in a daze. Finn's, most likely, but some of them might well have been his own. And maybe the girl's; she wore clean clothes, and her hair looked as if it had been combed if not washed, but she was still pretty beat up.

"Hey," Poe said softly.

The girl slid him a glance, then looked back at Finn, who lay motionless on his hospital bed.

"Any change?" he asked.

She shook her head, and for a second, Poe had an urge to put his arms around her. She seemed so alone and, well, definitely not helpless, but … somehow lost. Instead, he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. After a minute he said, "He'll be all right."

"How do you know?"

"Finn's a survivor. He walked away from a TIE-fighter crash. He survived the attack on Takodana. He'll pull through."

She looked at him again, with a little more curiosity. "How do you…?" He saw her fingers tighten around the folds of the jacket and understanding brightened her eyes. "You're the Resistance pilot that Finn helped escape. You're BB-8's master. This is yours." It wasn't a question.

"It's his," said Poe. He shrugged. "Looks better on him anyway."

Her eyes narrowed, and he wondered if she was trying to decide for herself if that was really true. Or maybe she thought there was some hidden meaning in his words. For all he knew, there was. Considering how little time Poe had actually spent with Finn, he liked him a lot. Finn had rescued him, fought with him, completed his mission when he'd been too injured to go on. He'd thought about Finn a lot as he'd made his circuitous way back to the Resistance, worried about him a great deal. A former stormtrooper with a good heart, but no clue whatsoever… Finding him alive on Takodana…

Maybe, he thought, shifting his gaze back to Finn. It struck him that he hadn't had the chance to just look at him since they'd first met on the Finalizer, to really study the face of the man who'd saved his life. He'd noticed before that Finn was handsome, but he'd missed the way his short black lashes curled, and the way his soft lips curved even as he lay there unconscious. Maybe it was a little unfair, ogling a man who was completely unaware of his presence. But in wartime, Poe told himself, you took the opportunities you got. He'd lost enough friends fighting the First Order to know that.


Padme Amidala had to go to great lengths to ensure that Anakin would never discovered the existence of ultrasound -- let alone the scan that her nurse insisted she get near the end of her second trimester.
Everything always boils down to family, and genetics. Then why, Leia mused, did no one in the galaxy ever think of collecting DNA samples?

(Bonus: Crossover with Jupiter Ascending.)
Leia, Chewie, and any original trilogy characters you wish to include: a toast to those who are gone.