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Edges of Mortality

“On a boring summer afternoon, a strange young man wanders into Han’s magic shop. What kind of trouble will he bring to the small, quiet town of Anchorhead?”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28674453

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Up on AO3!

Leia spun around, ignoring Sola’s gasp, and almost bumped right into the Dark Lord; he was much closer than she’d thought.

She shook it off.

“Yeah,” she said, and even with the mask he actually looked surprised, “you’ve probably read all our thoughts by now so I’m going to tell you anyway. We’ll compromise for now but ultimately all we want is to get  Luke away from you.”  

“That is no secret,” Vader growled--of course he knew that already. Leia had probably blown it by trying to split them up, but she didn’t really care. “However, you will not be succeeding. Skywalker will not be leaving with anyone but me.”

“Oh,” Luke said from his position on the ground, “so I’m your prisoner?”

An odd question to ask. Leia would have thought that was obvious, but--

“Yes,” Vader snarled at him, almost...angrily. “And I thought you had agreed to leave with me.”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Up on AO3!

“You know,” [Organa] said, sounding almost...placating, and now Vader was certain she was up to something. He had never heard her sound like that ever before. “You know, this dragon could be...anywhere. And as we have our respective talents, don’t you think we should split up? Me with Luke, and--”

“No,” Vader said flatly. He should have known. “That is out of the question.”

Organa didn’t seem cowed in the least. “Why?”

How was it possible for her to be so stubborn? She and Luke were almost two of a kind. 

“Because,” Vader ground out, “it is unwise for us to separate.” 

“No,” Luke muttered, “you just don’t want to let me out of your sight.” 

[spell-cleaver]

Chapter 60, the last chapter, of Eclipse is up!

The ceremony was at noon—at least, that was when the Palace doors opened to allow the hastily-invited guests in. It was two hours before that that Leia found herself standing in the throne room, newly bedecked in white and gold hangings.

It looked unreal.

Coruscanti Weather Control had scheduled brilliant sunlight for the day, and it beamed through the windows to glint off the draperies, the onyx throne, the room filled with light. The diamonds in the ceiling glittered above her.

This was like seeing the world tossed upside down and being oddly happy about the wrongness.

She sensed Luke approaching long before she heard him, his trusty cane tap-tap-tapping against the steps just outside the double doors before he opened them with the Force.

She turned to see him—and burst out laughing. He was wearing white, just like she was, but the slightly puffy sleeves, the pale blue jacket and trousers, the shoes so polished they gleamed… Even his cane had been decorated in gold and blue.

“You look brilliant,” she said, unable to contain her mirth, “and so, so uncomfortable.”

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[ageofgeek]

And maybe, this isn’t the end at all.

(insp)

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Of all the people Leia Organa had expected to run into first, Doctor Chelli Lona Aphra had not been one of them.

She had hoped to find Luke first, but was also aware that if the vision was correct, he could be severely injured. She’d been prepared to meet Vader, who would most certainly not be injured; that was why she had brought two blasters, a knife, and several hand grenades. Another one on her mind had been Luke’s droid, R2-D2. He might have been of some assistance to her; and beyond that, she always liked to see him.

But Aphra?  

That had not been expected.

Especially since she’d had to save the woman, and had then been rewarded with a complaint.

Actually, never mind. That last part was very expected.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The Star Wars Hamilton AU!

Luke Skywalker, having recently arrived in the American colonies, is determined to change the world. His journey takes him to King's College and then into the Continental Army, where he makes many friends and becomes a great speaker...and even leads him into the service of a general who seems very familiar. 

Happy birthday to the amazing @spell-cleaver! Guys, honestly read her stories if you haven’t and make her birthday even better, she’s the best.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Tumblr is being weird and not showing the chapter title, but this is chapter eight of HeartOfStars’ newest fic, Binary Accretion!

Fortunately, it was a short jump from Cato Neimoidia to Arorua, but that didn’t stop Luke from being nervous. What if he was too late? What if Ahsoka was already dead?

No. He would have sensed it.

All the same…he couldn’t...

I’ll tell you where your father is, whispered the voice of the Inquisitor, without warning, and Luke flinched. He couldn’t think about that, he could  not think about that right now. He’d ask Obi-Wan later.

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[zoryany]

So @spell-cleaver​ sent me this prompt:

which I wanted to answer from the ask itself but then tumblr decided to be just. Rude. so we’re doing this instead. here’s my response.

Hey, Spell. Spell?? Please flood me, always, I beg you <3

Royal Imperial Skywalker AU (parts 1-4)

Send me things!! (always accepting, for this or any other verse, just… slow)

In Which Starry Incorporates Two Prompts Into One

Pleased as he was in his choice of captains, and grateful as he was for said captain’s decorum, Luke could not help the mildly frosty air that swept over him. He wasn’t upset with Han - really, had no right to be - but he was a touch annoyed at how his sister and his smuggler were getting along. Folding his arms across his chest, Luke glanced up at Han through his eyelashes and indicated a place on the bed next to him. His guest obliged, looking incredibly uncomfortable as he settled in in atop the luxurious bedding.

“So, ah,” Han stammered, rubbing the back of his neck, “your sister’s… something.”

Luke raised a brow. “Yeah. I’ve heard that said about her before.” Leia had scared away many suitors who dared attempt to woo her without proving themselves worthy of her time, first. She was the sort to make it abundantly clear when she was interested in talking with someone, and she would cut them down mercilessly if she wasn’t. “You’ve certainly made an impression on her.”

Han wouldn’t meet Luke’s eyes. “Oh. She told you, huh?”

“Not in so many words,” Luke replied slowly, brow crinkling slightly. “But we are twins. I can tell when something or someone has ruffled her feathers.”

“Right, yeah,” Han mumbled in response, the corners of his mouth twisting into a grimace. “That freaky twin poodoo and the even freakier Force bullshit.” Luke glared at him, and he raised his hands in defense. “Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean it like that.”

“What did you say to her?”

A sheepish expression flashed across his face again, flickering for a moment, before it switched to a look of indignation. “Why d’you assume I’m the one who said something?” A pointed look. “Okay, okay, I’ll admit I don’t have the best track record with that stuff, but I swear, this time I had nothing but the best intentions!” A raised brow. “Alright. Maybe the execution could’ve been better, but I was just tryna stick up for you, I swear.”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:  Luke gets to talk to his sister, finally, only for Han to barge in.

Preview:

As much as he’d always been able to read his sister, when her shields were up, he had difficulty interpreting Leia’s expressions. There were so many conflicting emotions flickering across her face that he simply did not know where to start, but she made it stony and attempted to remain nonchalant. “I understand that,” she conceded,” but I don’t understand the appeal of someone like… him. I’m sure you’d be able to find someone a little less… infuriating, if you tried.”

Oh, no. That didn’t bode well. Leia had never been discriminatory against those who held a lower social status than them, but it was easy enough for her to slip into something resembling as much when someone insulted her.

“Leia… what did he say?”

Suddenly, she appeared awkward, nearly scandalized. “What makes you think he said anything?”

Shaking his head, Luke tried to make his laugh as breezy as humanly possible. “Because. I know you, and I know him. And you wouldn’t be this vehemently against him if he hadn’t said something.”

A knock at the door saved Leia from answering directly, but it did give her an entirely new direction to head towards.

“Luke?” came Han’s hesitant voice before the door cracked open. “Are are you - oh. Ahh, hi, Princess. Nice to, um, it’s good to see you.”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Up on AO3!

Vader moved instantly. He hadn’t felt this kind of desperation since...since...since Bespin, when everything rested on his ability to capture his son, to snare him in a perfectly laid trap. Since the day he’d failed.

He would not fail today.

And yet, as fast as he walked through the winding corridors of the hospital, despite the fact that he felt Luke near, he could not find him. The dragons, too, were gone; he heard them, claws scraping against the walls up ahead, but could not--

A sudden spike of rage, of anger in the Force, cut off his train of thought.

Luke.  

Luke had used the Force.

Luke had used the Dark Side.  

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Six Sentence Saturday

The dragons squealed and leaped toward them. 

This time it was Aphra who grabbed Luke’s hand, pulling him to his feet and immediately beginning to run. The pain that flashed through his leg was worse this time, and he almost screamed; but at the last second, he restrained himself. No matter how much his leg hurt, he was not going to scream, partly because if he did Vader would hear him; and partly because if he did, the dragons would hear him. 

I’m really, really sick of everyone hunting me down, he thought as Aphra spun both of them round a corner. 

[spell-cleaver]

Flash Fiction: Star Wars

We were having a fun prompt game where we had 20 minutes to write something from the prompt ‘Mistaken Identities’. This is what came out of it, on my end. XD

They brought Luke in while Vader stood facing the viewport in the quarters he’d prepared specially for his son, mesmerised by the eternal spin of the distant stars. He could sense the two troopers who escorted him, their minds dull and apathetic as dolls’, but he could barely sense his son; Obi-Wan must have trained the boy vigorously, to grant him shields like that. And Luke must be gifted, to uphold it.

“Before you spit accusations at me,” he began, slowly, then turned to regard him. He looked… older than his age, but then so had Obi-Wan when Vader had duelled him, so had the Lars couple, in the hologram on their execution order. The desert and its stresses aged one quickly, and he was not surprised that his son—his son!—had had to rise to the challenge just as well as everyone else. He’d watched what little footage he’d obtained of the medal ceremony on Yavin, watched Luke’s broad, beaming smile and seen his youth in his face then, even as he celebrated a feat that would be marvellous for men twice his age. “I wish to explain.

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This victory of yours

“The Galactic Empire is at the height of its glory, when the new Emperor assumes the throne protected by the shadow of Darth Vader’s infamous figure. The Rebel Alliance is torn apart in the chaos, and the imperial crown shines brighter on its subjects than ever before. But what could lurk behind the scenes of this perfect paradise?”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24392809

[aikakuro33]

Emperor and empress

So what I’m thinking here is Anakin never got crispy and Padmé never died

-she’s forced to go with him

-Luke is still a sweetie

-leia is giving me big Azula vibes, aka she’s pretty evil

-eventually something wakes anakin up and he’s disgusted by his life

-Luke saves the day, somehow

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: In which we return to the Alliance to see what Leia's been up to.

Preview:

Focus, Organa,    she told herself fiercely.      List the facts. What do you know?  

 Leia took a deep breath. What did she know?

 She knew that Luke had been gone three days and two nights, which was too long. He’d promised to return as soon as he’d found out about Han...and he had never reported to her on that. Not directly, at least. 

 She knew that Luke was almost as reckless as Han, but that he would never let her go without knowing the facts...especially after Bespin. She didn’t know where it had come from, but suddenly he’d been determined for her to know      everything,    that Command inform her about all the details, that she not be kept in the dark about anything. If something was wrong at all, he would have told her. 

 So, for him not to tell her...something was      really    wrong.