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Well, they brought him back, sadly no memories of Pomni though.

BRING MY BOY BACK HE DID NOTHING WRONG!!!!!

Did anyone else think the description was gonna be about DinLuke because of the picture? Because that picture to me looks like a DinLuke fan edit.

THEY’RE GETTING A FUCKING MOVIE🗣️🗣️🗣️

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“Want me to make some tea?” Luke asked, taking his hand. “Maybe we can try the HearthSpice?”

Din nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment. Then he noticed the shiny object in Padmé’s hair.

“Wait, Veré, are you wearing a karking tiara?” He asked.

Luke and Zoya burst out laughing. Jade sighed and shook her head, muttering a “told you it’s too much.” Padmé smiled and covered her laughs with her hand.

“Din, yesterday was the only day I’ve seen her not go through at least fifteen changes of clothing and I think that was because Luke was trying on her clothes.” Zoya said. “Yes she wears a tiara to bed.”

“I don’t go through that many outfits.” Padmé said.

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“Here.” Luke said, handing Din the cup of tea. “It probably won’t taste the same since your parents added stuff to it, but I hope it’s at least still a comfort.”

Din gratefully took the tea. “Thanks sahe’as.” He said.

He took a sip of the tea. It wasn’t as warm or earthy as his parent’s tea, likely the lack of herbs his parents added. Still, it was warm and comforting.

Tears started running down his face.

“Cyare what’s wrong?” Luke asked.

Din set the cup down and sobbed. He couldn’t remember his parents, but he missed them. Badly. He wanted nothing more than to have them hold him in their arms one more time.

Luke hugged him.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured. “I know I’m not them, but maybe I can offer you some comfort this way?”

“I miss them, Luke. I miss my mummy and daddy.” Din said. “I know it’s childish to call them that, but that’s what I was still calling them when I lost them.”

“Shh,” Luke hushed. “It’s okay. I won’t judge.”

Din just held him closer and continued to sob. He couldn’t say everything about it, not yet. He wanted to, but he just wasn’t ready to talk about it anymore than he had.

“I’ll be here when you are, I promise.” Luke murmured.

Din sobbed harder. What had he done to deserve him? To deserve someone so patient and understanding?

“Is he gonna be ok?” Ollie asked.

“He’ll be fine Ollie.” Luke said. “Just, don’t get anymore dead things, that’s the last thing that’ll help.’

Din choked out a laugh as he continued to cry. He wouldn’t have the same attachment to some random lizard, but he appreciated what Luke was saying.

“Then how can I help?” Ollie asked.

“Just give him space, okay?” Luke asked. “If he asks for anything specific from you, you can help that way, okay?”

“Okay Luke!” Ollie said. “Feel better Din.”

Din nodded against Luke’s shoulder and gave a small wave as the girl scampered off. Din had a feeling she wasn’t going anywhere far, probably hanging around the hallway for when he was coherent enough to request something of her.

“It’s okay, let it out.” Luke soothed.

Din continued to sob for a good couple of minutes before they turned into sniffles and hiccups. Luke held him through it all, murmuring sweet nothings and comforts like Din had for him not too long ago. Today wasn’t off to a great start.

“I’m sorry Cyare, I thought it’d help.” Luke apologized.

“It did Luke.” Din murmured. “I just miss them.”

“You’re allowed to miss them Din.” Luke said. He paused and Din could feel something click in place in their bond. Like he’d just realized something. “Did you ever even grieve for them?” He asked.

Din stiffened. He’d been content to just forget all about them until now. He wasn’t sure he was quite ready to grieve and let go either. He knew he needed to, but something about it just didn’t feel right yet.

“Cyare.” Luke sighed.

“I know, I’m sorry.” Din said. “I just started feeling close to them, I don’t want to let them go yet. I’m not ready to say goodbye.”

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A little over five years ago

“I don’t want to do it.” Luke Skywalker said to his father.

“It’s not about what you want!” Anakin snapped. “You’re sixteen Luke, you aren’t having a baby.”

“Then I want to live with mom.” Luke said icily. Tears filled his eyes, but he refused to let them spill.

“The courts appointed me your legal alpha guardian when your mother and I got a divorce.” Anakin said triumphantly.

“They also said once I was thirteen it was up to me who I wanted to live with and that I could change my mind at any time.” Luke reminded him. “If you are going to try and force an abortion on me then I choose mom. I already called and talked to her, she said she’ll help me raise it after I move in. She’s already on her way.”

“This is all that Biggs boys fault.” Anakin said. “I knew he was a bad influence, I never should have let you date him.”

“As if you could have stopped me.” Luke snapped. “And at least Biggs is willing to be there for me through this, even if I’m in another state. At least he wants to support his child and be there for them. Unlike you.”

Smack!

Luke recoiled in shock as his father struck him across the face. Stunned he placed a hand to his cheek and stepped backwards.

“I have sacrificed everything for you!” Anakin screamed. “I fed you, clothed you, kept a roof over your head for the past sixteen years! You should be grateful! Instead you’re throwing away your future for what? A chance at a life with some knot head who will probably cheat on you and leave you and the kid behind for some younger prettier thing somewhere down the road?”

“Biggs would never do that to me.” Luke argued.

“Oh please he’s still a teenager, even if he’s legally an adult.” Anakin said. “High school romances never work out for kids the same age, let alone ones with a two year age gap. It’s bound to fall apart at some point.”

“You don’t know that!” Luke cried, still holding his cheek.

“I do and I know where you’ll be once it does.” Anakin argued. “Bitter and regretting ever having a kid with him in the first place.”

“I’m not you.”

Luke’s eyes widened as the words left his mouth. He’d said them before he even thought of them. He desperately wished he could take them back, but he knew nothing he said would make things any better.

Anakin’s face darkened.

“Get your things and get out.” He said, his voice as cool as steel.

Luke tried not to cry as he ran to his room to gather his stuff. Tried not to think about how this would be the last time he set foot in his childhood home. The last time he’d see his father if he could help it.

Present Day

Luke sighed as he turned off the car. Forcing a smile he turned around to look at the dark curly haired little girl in the backseat.

“Got the flowers for daddy Padma?” He asked.

“Yup!” Padma cried, holding up a bouquet of calla lilies. “I kept them safe the whole way!”

“That’s my girl.” Luke said, reaching back and ruffling her hair.

“Is Daddy going to be here this time?” Padma asked as Luke got her out of the car.

“He’s there every time sweetie.” Luke said sadly, “we just can’t see him.”

“But someday we will, right?” Padma asked.

“Yes, someday a long, long time from now we’ll see him again.” Luke promised, grabbing her hand and leading her down a path.

A few minutes later they stopped in front of a tombstone.

“Hey Biggs.” Luke whispered, staring down at it.

“Hi daddy!” Padma cried. “Look, we brought you flowers again! Just like we do every year!”

It's over before it begins.

You're so used to being unloved that you don't know how to be loved. You don't know what it means when he says I love you, his eyes containing galaxies and his pupils contracting. He's the universe and magic and still human, blood running to his cheeks.

You were leaving, and yet you can't break off from the universe, so you cannot really ever leave. The colour of his cheeks is the sun, and you're a planet rotating him.

His hand – human, part machine, all him – reaches to yours.

I am choosing to love you.

It was over before it even begun. His ocean eyes were your home and you drowned and woke up simultaneously.