Brotherhood || Star Wars X Male Reader

I. The Phantom Menace

A long time ago in a galaxy, far far away.

The hot Tatooine air mixed with charcoal fumes had scorched the boys' lungs bare. Barely nine years of age, sold as a slave.

He throws the coal into the furnace relentlessly, trying to end the day's work as quickly as possible. That was the last task of the day. He throws a final shovel full into the now fiery red hot furnace and smiles, rubbing black sweat from his charcoal black brow.

The sweat comes down on his hand in a black color, and he steps away. Looking towards the table where his master usually sat in pure exhaustion; the brown table with a padded chair looking quite comfortable for the boy's tired limbs.

He heads towards the exit. "I'm going home master!" He yells, not waiting for a response.

The boy exits hastily, the hot air smashing into boys face but he shrugs it off, used to the heat. He looks around for his older brother, Anakin.

The boy walks for a few moments, soon following a line of people leading to a crowd of people. "He's an Outsider.." A young boy's voice says from his right.

He turns to see his older brother kneeling on the ground talking to a strange creature, about the same height as a small child. Slowly the boy approaches. "Your lucky your a slave boy, if you weren't you'd be dead." The man's voice says venomously, though it's not very intimidating when he's the size of a small child.

The man climbs- hops away from Anakin into a small crowd and the boy finally speaks up. "Brother!" Y/N greets, hugging him lightly which he returns gently.

"Y/N! You should've seen it- their friend almost got turned into an orange goo." Anakin says cheerfully as he smiles.

Y/N turns toward the trio now, finally taking in the faces in front of himself. In the lead, a stronger large man stands with a robe and his arms crossed. He looks intimidating, like a Jedi from the stories his brother told him about. His gray beard is the only sign of his true age, his wrinkles barely existent.

Beside him stands an orange creature, it's two eyes ugly enough to make anyone want to leave immediately. His skin looks almost slimy in the hot air. He looks scared as well, probably from when he got attacked by that other thing.

On the left of the lead man stands the most beautiful girl he's ever laid his eyes upon. The perfect complexion, the hair, the cheekbones, the lips. All drawing him into her escapade of beauty. He instantly wants to say something to her, anything, but he restrains himself.

"Hi there." He greets the strangers, who all eye him suspiciously. The lead man steps forward, looking down at him. He then looks over at Anakin, "Thank you young one." He says gently, nodding at Anakin. He then turns to Y/N and nods as well, probably some sign of thanks or greeting.

He turns around and the group begins to walk away, Anakin, being the idiot he is follows behind. "Brother.." Y/N mumbles to himself. "Wait up!" He yells, chasing after them.

Y/N followed the group's trail, avoiding talking with anyone while he stayed behind and observed the beautiful girl in-front of himself. He smiled at nothing in particular, loving the feeling.

Y/N looks to his left, over the buildings and hills to see dust rising and twisting. Blending into a storm of dust, rising and pushing straight towards them. It'd blow them down and no one would open their doors, unless they'd get home.

"Hey Anakin, we should get home." The boy stops and turns around, turning to look at Y/N. The boy points, everyone following his gaze to the storm pushing right at them. "It's a storm." The boy adds.

"We'll go to our ship and we'll be fine." The Jedi looking man says quickly, already having his mind made up.

"Where's that at?" Anakin questions, an eyebrow raised.

"In the outskirts." The girl says, showing her white teeth; making the youngest boy fall even deeper in love.

"Outskirts?!" Y/N asks exasperatedly, "You'll never make it there." He says. It's probably a lie but the boy wants to keep them around a little longer. They've intrigued him.

"Come with us, our place is way closer." Anakin adds cheerfully, smiling as he turns the corner and walks a different direction. They pass by houses, people, animals until we find the signature staircase and take a left.

All doors stand closed, sand beginning to flood the city. It could break into every crevice and crack and leak sand inside so everyone had things shut down. Especially their mom, she made sure every window was shut tight before a sandstorm.

Y/N pushes open the front door and enters the makeshift home quickly. "Mom! We're home!" He yells out in greeting, allowing everyone to enter.

"Oo. Diiiisss is cozey." JarJar says slowly, looking around the room gleefully. Anakin makes a mental note to make sure he doesn't steal anything.

"Is she even here?" Anakin questions, looking around the room. A sofa sits on the left, the cheapest most affordable one their mothers could find.

Their mother appears, pushing some beads aside from a doorway before walking through. "Hey boys, I see you've brought some guests." Her blue, ocean eyes switch from her two sons to the new guests.

"It seems there's a sand storm outside and your children allowed us to take shelter in your home." The Jedi looking man says cautiously, glancing around the room. He then turns his attention back to the mother. "My name is Qui-Gon Jinn, that is Padme and JarJar Binks." He says, looking over his shoulder at the younger girl.

The girl nods in agreement. "Indeed," She says, bowing her head in thanks. "Thank you for allowing us to stay."

Padme, what a great name for a girl like her. Y/N stands beside her with his brother, "Hey, you wanna see this new droid we've been working on?!" Anakin questions, dragging her away.

"Wait Anakin! I wanna talk to her too-" Y/N yells, chasing after the running duo.

They both stop, laughing at Y/N. The droid sits in the corner with a sheet wrapped over it. "This is it." Anakin huffs, breathing in deep before he pulls the sheet off.

"Wait Anakin it isn't fini-" Y/N tries to stop him before she could see how ugly it was but Anakin didn't care.

The droid has parts of its face missing, and looks completely dilapidated and barely even repairable. "It's wonderful." The girl says.

"You don't need to lie." The youngest boy says, sulking as he stares at the droid. He was proud of it every moment until the girl had walked into here, then it felt like it could've been one of the worst things he ever made.

"No, no." The girl smiles, "It really is a wonderful creation." She smiles toothfully, a smile making you grin.

Anakin looks away, his arms crossed and his face pursed in anger. "He couldn't have done it without me."

Padme nods, "It's quite alright, it's a great creation. I'm sure you both put in lots of work." She laughs, a charm to the boys' ears. They both fell madly in love with her since they first saw her.

"We sure did, is it really that great?" Anakin questions, twisting his head innocently. Padme smiles gently, like an older sister. "Check this out!" He says, flipping a rusty switch on the droid's neck.

The droid sits up, his eyes or eye blinking. Anakin rushes to the side of the table and digs in a red toolbox y/n found for him and pulls out a rustic metal eye. He slides back around and pushes it into the robots eye socket, finally activating the droid.

"How do you do, I am Threepio, Human Cyborg Relations, how might I serve you?" The rusty droid questions, staring at Anakin.

"Well at least we know he can talk." Y/N says, grinning gently at Padme who returns it. Together the two of you share a stare for a few moments. "He's perfect." She says in a sweet voice, turning her vision back to the robot.

Anakin turns around to face Padme finally. "When the storm is over, you can come and see my pod racer!" He almost bursts with excitement, a small smile from Padme only relieving the boy from his worries.

A quiet voice rings out from the the other room. "Dinner!" Mother calls, breaking the young boys out of their sweet reverie.