Author's Note: I know I have way too many WIP's already but this is not a new one. I know I said it was adopted in the summary but it's actually my own fic from another account I had but sort of abandoned. It's really hard managing two different accounts and I decided to transfer this fic over to this one because I'm scared I'm going to get locked out of the other account and I almost did the other day. I also know that I said a while ago that I wasn't going to create anymore white OC's anymore and create Latina OC's from here on out but I've had this story for a while now so it's technically an old OC. She's not new or anything.

A Luke Skywalker's daughter story is probably overdone at this point but I really liked this idea and I've had it for a long time now. It's a lot of angst and everyone knows how much I love angst. It's a Poe/OC because I'm pretty sure anyone who follows me on Tumblr knows how much I love Oscar Isaac. I feel like I constantly post about him and Funko Pops. One of the two. This fic takes place Pre-Force Awakens right now and will eventually end Post-Rise of Skywalker. There's other OC's mentioned in this one and I might someday go back and write prequels but for now I'm just focused on this fic. I've long learned not to get too ahead of myself so just this fic in the potential series for now.

Thanks for everyone who liked this story under my different account and hopefully you find this version. After I'm done getting this version up to date, there will be a new update attached at the end which has been a work in progress for around a year and a half now but I finally finished. It's been my goal to try and update all my fics that haven't been updated in forever.

Thanks again!


28 ABY

Her parents were happy.

That was the thing Padmé Skywalker remembered the most from her childhood.

She couldn't complain about her childhood for the most part. While her parents were at times distracted by their efforts to bring back the Jedi Order, they still doted on Padmé and her sister Aayla. Something her cousin seemed jealous of growing up.

"Ben?" Padmé asked her cousin as all three of them sat together on the steps of the Jedi temple. Padmé along with her cousin and older sister. She and her sister made an effort to spend time with her cousin.

Padmé knew he didn't have many friends.

The young Solo was often shy or came off slightly smug in his studies. Students his age didn't quite care for Ben.

Padmé was the opposite.

While she didn't consider herself necessarily talkative, she was far more friendly and approachable than her cousin. Her sister was quiet as well and didn't have many friends, but she never needed many friends.

Ben was enough for her and Aayla was enough for Ben.

Sometimes Padmé was jealous of their closeness. She had plenty of other friends, but she didn't have the closeness with any of them that Ben and Aayla shared. They were almost like twins…always in sync and always knowing what the other was thinking. You wouldn't know that they were cousins born a year apart if you didn't know their parents.

Padmé complained of feeling left out to her mother quite often, but her mother just said it was because of the age difference. Her cousin Ben was eight years older, and her sister was seven years older. Her mother promised her that they would all be closer when they were older and when age differences didn't mean much.

"What?" He asked her in annoyance, too occupied with eating his lunch. Aayla also looked up at her younger sister curiously.

"Do you ever miss your parents?" She asked him and Ben looked down at his younger cousin.

Padmé was eight years his junior and really more like a younger sister than a cousin.

She resembled his aunt more than she did her father with flaming red locks, cerulean blue eyes, pale porcelain skin, and the smattering of freckles across her cheeks. His father often said that she inherited Uncle Luke's insatiable curiosity and knack for getting into trouble. Ben wasn't sure but according to his parents his Uncle Luke wasn't always the serious and wise Jedi Master Ben knew.

Aayla looked like a slightly older version of her sister. The only difference was the shape of her lips and the absence of freckles across her face. Her eyes were her mother's. A magnetic and vivid emerald, green that captured everyone's attention once they laid eyes on her. Padmé never envied her sister's beauty. In fact, she was amazed at her sister's quiet wisdom and beauty that she never acknowledged which made her even more beautiful in Padmé's eyes.

"Why are you asking me that?" Ben questioned and Padmé shrugged.

"They don't come often to visit," Padmé remarked, and Ben grew quiet. "I miss Aunt Leia and Uncle Han. Uncle Chewie as well. Uncle Han always brings me a present too. He got me really pretty earrings last time and he also tells funny stories."

"Dad probably won them in some stupid bet," Ben said cynically. "And he has a habit of exaggerating everything. I doubt there's any truth to his stories."

"So you don't miss them?" Aayla asked quietly and Ben shrugged.

"They fight all the time," Ben told her. "I can't stand it. I'd rather be here. They're not like your parents."

"What do you mean?" Padmé questioned.

"I mean that your parents actually work together rather than question every decision the other person makes," Ben told her and Padmé supposed she never considered that about her parents. "I don't think I've ever seen them fight. Well, nothing like my parents. Usually when they fight it's over you."

"Mom thinks dad treats me more like his padawan than his daughter," Aayla remarked and Padmé looked away awkwardly. She knew her father and Aayla had a difficult relationship. Aayla always questioned their father's teachings, and their father grew frustrated in return. "Mom doesn't like it because that's how our grandfather raised her."

"Uncle Luke doesn't want to coddle you. He just wants the best for you. You have a lot of potential. So does Padmé," Ben told her and Aayla shrugged. "You're lucky you have a dad who understands you. My father looks at me like I'm some weird creature he can't understand."

"I don't know about potential. You're a lot stronger with the force than I am," Aayla told him as Padmé watched her cousin and sister silently. She always felt like she was in the background when she was around them sometimes. She wished they could be closer than they were. "It looks so easy with you. Dad says that I have trouble clearing my mind and I'm too restless. That's why I'm struggling to lift objects with the force."

"You'll get the hang of it," Ben told her sincerely. "It wasn't easy for me either and especially when we were Padmé's age. Besides…your mom told me Uncle Luke had the same problem as you when he was learning the ways of the force."

"I just wish dad would talk to me like a daughter sometimes," Aayla said sadly, and Ben felt sympathy for his younger cousin. To this day, Padmé never understood why Aayla, and their father were the way they were. Their father was stricter with Aayla than he was with her. At the time she thought it was because she was youngest. It wasn't until much later that she learned it was much more complicated than that. "I wonder if he forgets that I'm his daughter. He never wants to talk about anything if it doesn't have to do with the force. Mom's not like that."

"I think the Jedi Order needs something like that," Ben told her comfortingly. "Uncle Luke is the strict one and Aunt Vesper is the nurturing one. There's a balance. Just like with the force."

"It's just hard when it's your parents," Aayla admitted. "People always go on and on about how I'm so lucky to have the heroes of the rebellion as my parents but sometimes I don't feel so lucky. I love them but sometimes I wish for normalcy which I don't think they could ever give me. I know mom tries but not even she can give me that."

"I know how you feel," Ben said shortly in response, and he didn't need to say more than that. Aayla could take comfort in the fact that, at least, one person in the galaxy understood her and that person was both her best friend and cousin.

It could be lonely during Jedi training, but it didn't feel so bad with Ben at her side.

Padmé didn't respond to her sister's concerns and instead took a sip from her flask of water. She didn't know how to comfort her sister in regard to their father. In all honesty, Padmé had never been able to reach her sister in the way Ben could. There was always a rift in their sisterly bond. Maybe it was because they were total opposites. Maybe it was because Padmé didn't have the ability to understand her.

Padmé would never know for sure.