Star Wars Preferences

how you met

anakin:
Your father, Obi Wan; Queen Amidala and Qui Gon Jinn had to land in Tatooine for parts for the ship.

"Do I have to come?" You whined. "I wanna stay here," you stomped your foot and pouted.

"y/n, it's so that I know you're safe. There are a lot of dangerous creatures on Tatooine, and I don't want you to get hurt." Your father's caring side showed.

You sighed, but nodded. "Okay. Because I love you, Daddy."

He smiled. "I love you too, sweetheart." He kissed your forehead, before scooping you up into his arms. You giggled. "Daddy, put me down!"

"All right, sweetheart." He dropped you. You squealed, but he caught you at the last second. You smiled, showing the gap between your teeth.

"All right Obi Wan, stop playing around." Qui Gon nodded at Obi Wan, before smiling at you. "How are you, y/n?"

"I'm good!"

"Excellent. Okay, let's get going!"

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"Are you sisters?" A boy around your age looked at you curiously, referring to you and Padmé.

You shook your head. "No, but sometimes I feel like she is." You added the last part so he didn't feel stupid for asking. You were kind. Somewhat. Padmé smiled at your answer.

"How old are you?" He asked.

You gasped. "Excuse me, it is rude to ask a lady her age!" You put your hands on your hips.

"Well, I'm sorry." He said in a tone that didn't sound apologetic at all.

"What's your name?" You demanded in your 8 year old voice.

"I'm Anakin, lady." Anakin stated.

"I'm y/n," you introduced yourself with a frown.

You held out your hand for him to shake, but he scoffed. "Girls have cooties, don't you know that?"

"You're rude."

"You're annoying."

"y/n, time to go!" Your father called. You poked your tongue out at Anakin, before running over to him.

"Wait! There's a sand storm coming, you don't want to get caught up in one of those." Anakin gestured outside. Sand was starting to pick up into the wind, proving his point. "You'll never make it to your ship in time. Come with me to my house."

Qui Gon nodded. "Okay, let's go."

Great, now you had to spend more time with this boy.

luke:
"Uncle Owen? The red one's broken." A blonde haired boy referred to the droid.

"How about you try this one here? This droid is in excellent working order, and he sure is a hardworking little guy." You pointed to R2-D2 with a smile, R2 whistling in agreement. You helped the Jawas in selling droids, and could understand their language very well. Your parents had died when you were young, and your brother was lost, presumably dead, so a Jawa family took you in.

The boy nodded. "Alright... Uncle Owen?" He called to his uncle.

Owen came over and examined it. "Okay, we'll take it." He walked away with C-3PO, calling for the blond to hurry up with the droid.

He smiled at you. "Thanks, uh..."

"y/n. And you are?"

"Luke."

"It was my pleasure, Luke. Goodbye." You started walking over to where the Jawas were packing up, but he called, "Will I ever see you again?"

"Depends. Tatooine's a big planet. But I'd like you to." You smiled, waving to him slightly. "Bye, Luke."

(i know it doesn't really carry on with the "who you're related to" preference like the others, but i tried...)

han:
"Listen here princess, I only take orders from one person: me!" Han glared.

"It's a wonder you're still alive." Leia retorted.

You hummed in agreement. "What a miracle," you laughed under your breath.

He finally noticed your presence. "Find something funny, sweetheart?"

"Firstly, the name's y/n, not sweetheart. And second, I find your lack of respect towards Alderaan royalty quite rude."

He scoffed at your reply. "Royalty? Please, you look like a peasant girl."

It was true, you were only wearing a short brown dress with black leggings and brown boots. It wasn't exactly 'royal attire'. "Well, you look like a bloody angel. Appearances aren't always true."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me." You both glared at each other.

After a while, Han sighed in defeat. "Fine. Truce?" He held his hand out.

"No way. I don't shake hands with smugglers." You swatted his hand away. "Now, could someone be so kind and get this walking carpet out of our way?"

obi wan:
"Queen y/n, the Jedi Ambassadors Qui Gon Jinn and Obi Wan Kenobi." Chancellor Palpatine bowed.

You smiled at them. "Hello, ambassadors. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"The pleasure is all ours, Queen y/n." 'Obi Wan' smiled.

"Please, do call me y/n. If you're going to help my planet, there's no need for formalities. My sister Amidala is formal, however, so do address her as Princess." You returned the smile.

"Sorry, my Queen. It's a pleasure to meet you, y/n."

"Gosh, I'm joking! Call me Queen. I'm superior to you, and I'm well aware of that fact, you peasant."

"What..?"