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Hi I’m Moth (or on AO3 Sourbean) and I write a lot of ABO fics. Currently I’m going back through my old fics I had and working through plots I loved!
With stranger things finally creating another season this month I decided to pick back up my SteveXBilly fic. Where they all tell Billy the truth when he finds them at the house. It is ABO with Omega Steve, and Alpha Billy.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Luke Skywalker never knew his father, not really, but he did know his legacy, his downfall, and the way his father greeted the light upon death. Luke was also very aware that Skywalker men—well, they're just plain cursed, no matter which way you look at it.
Now Luke is on a mission to reunite the Jedi in ways it should have been done before. Out with the old in with the new. Only his first mission goes a little sideways. Not having done any research, and completely leaving his traveling up to his droid, Luke and R2 wind up on the newly recovered planet of Mandalore face to face with the Mandalorian people and their new king.
Except this king?? He's been expecting him? And now he wants him to what? Learn his ways and tell the stories of his people... Luke can do that... so long as he doesn't wind up getting murdered in the process.
(This is an Omega-verse canon divergence story in which Luke tries to unite people with force abilities in a healthier way than in the past.)
Chapter one:
Skywalkers have always held a curse—the great stories and legends of bringing around the balance of the Force, prophecies meant to bring hope to people in times of great sorrow, only to end up forcing terrible burdens. It was hard to see the fault in his father's ways as Luke read through his journals. The Jedi were wrong. They backed the wrong people and could not find the darkness in the people they followed. They were supposed to be a governing unit following their path, but they had become pawns. The Jedi had been used to the lavish lifestyles and the galactic missions of importance that made them seem higher in regard than everyone else.
That is until his father appeared. It was written that they did not want to train him, that just by knowing him and giving him the ability to hone his powers, he would change everything.
Anakin Skywalker brought balance to the force, and it was up to Luke to do it again.
Obi-Wan had given him everything he could on his father and the ways each side had misled the man. He had old holo-diaries and artifacts of the man before the sith. Pieces of him to connect to someone long gone. That didn’t matter to Luke. Sure nightmares often woke him of their battle, but that wasn’t who his father was. His father was these pieces that had been left behind. His father was the blue eyes filled with sorrows and apologies of all his wrongdoings as he finally reached back out to the light. Each artifact painted a picture of that brief vision before death.
The force had made it so the man would have never raised him, but he had been raised by others just as important. He had met a loving sister and friends, each paving a path to everything he had become.
Luke let small tears swell before briefly brushing them off his cheeks. These were good things.
The Jedi could be wrong, and so could the path his father fell. Two things could be true regardless of the outcome. The Skywalker curse. To be burdened with an unforgivable destiny.
A soft glow from the communicator in front of him held up only a handful of profiles put together by both Ashoka and himself (with the help of R2, the blasted droid would hate to be left out.) It wasn’t much, but it was the beginning. The start of something that could change history for the better. To be stuck in one’s ways was to be open to fault. To not notice the path of decline around. In order to grow one had to learn that things evolved. Passion and compassion were always meant to be the ways of the Jedi.
A person could hold attachments and still be one with the light. Obi-wan was proof of that. Luke shook his head, remembering his old master. The man had loved him just as his uncle had, and he had even died for him. Yet, not once did the dark side touch him.
Luke was certain Ben held anger, not to mention PTSD, from his past, but he could always center himself and look beyond it. That, in and of itself, was proof that things needed to change.
“It looks like it’s time to do some recruiting R2.” Luke mumbled towards the droid who was attached to the wall setting in a course.
The dark side was still out there, relics of the empire on planets enacting plans that had long been in place, but it was no longer his journey to step into. He would leave that in the hands of Leia and the New Republic. With her in charge, he was certain they would stomp out the evil that had taken root and been festering in the darkness.
A few beeps from the companion at his side cause Luke to groan. “Listen. I get it, but someone has to do it.” He complained only for R2 to continue in his beeping, progressively getting faster and louder.
“Ashoka doesn’t want to be in charge. Not that I blame her. But someone has to be the one to bring us together again.”
R2 made a sound that could only be described as a reluctant sigh.
“If we get the list together and make peace, then the Jedi will have a better understanding of how to help the galaxy. Peace. Compassion. Things it was lacking previously. Things that because they forgot made them blind to the darkness growing.”
Luke didn’t know why he bothered explaining this aloud. Maybe it was because he didn’t have anyone really to talk to outside of Ashoka, Leia, and Han. All of which were not here. And all of which would equally give him just as much shit for trying to be the savior. Just like R2 was doing now.
It wasn’t that Luke was trying to be the savior it was more so that he understood what could potentially happen if they didn’t try to change things.
Sidious had made the world a worse place with Order 66 and his attempt to wipe out the remains of hope. Now, everyone was scattered; no one knew who to turn to or who to even ask for help. Luke hoped that getting these profiles together and doing some recruitment would make it easier for people to reach out so that others would know where to look. They were stronger together than apart.
“Hit it, R2,” Luke said before the sky shifted into a dozen twinkling strands zipping past the windows. Hyperspeed would never fail to amaze him. Heck, anything outside of Tatooine still held some form of wonder, no matter how long he was in space.
To continue youll want to go to my AO3 link <3 Hope you enjoy!
I’ve been reading a lot of Starwars fics lately mainly around din/Luke ship. I like seeing how people do different takes on the way history could have been. Especially the fic Ret'urcye mhi it focuses on a Sith version of Luke. So I decided to draw a the authors take on him. ❤️❤️❤️
I hope you like it!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50011105/chapters/126274453
THAT FIRST SITE IS EVERY WRITER’S DREAM DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I’VE TRIED WRITING SOMETHING AND THOUGHT GOD DAMN IS THERE A SPECIFIC WORD FOR WHAT I’M USING TWO SENTENCES TO DESCRIBE AND JUST GETTING A BUNCH OF SHIT GOOGLE RESULTS
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