This is super old stuff, from my teen dad Luke Skywalker crack fic I still want to make someday in the future maybe idk I’m a woman possessed by motivation fatigue going on 5 years now.
if you’re interested you can find scattered drabbling under the cut, I like to share what I write :) :
“Ben?“
Obi-Wan had been out of the loop for far too long, it would seem. He’d only just found Luke and an astromech squirreled away within the crevices of the Dune Sea, when his gaze was stolen by the wailing bundle in Luke’s arms.
Luke had managed to wait it out, having been struck upside the head hard enough to have blood dribbling down his temple, but not enough to fall unconscious. He was staring, wide-eyed, while rocking what was surely an infant in his arms as if it were second-nature.
“Oh, please don’t give me that look.” Luke begged melodramatically. “I get enough of that from Owen and Beru.”
——
Luke turned from the smoking hull that was once his home and slowly trudged back to Obi-Wan. He took his baby from the elder man’s arms and pulled her close to his chest.
It took a few lingering, painful moments of silence before Luke finally spoke. “I want to come with you to Alderaan, Ben. There’s nothing left to keep us here.”
Kenobi refrained from speaking any further as the young man in tow murmured softly, “I can’t believe I almost left you there. I almost lost you.”
The old Jedi also refrained from looking in Luke’s direction when he heard the distinct sound of sniffling.
——
“You’ve actually got something in common, kid.” Han said, brows furrowed together in what was either a sarcastic or sardonic expression. “Chewie here’s a dad too.”
Luke blinked, mouth falling open. “Wait, really?”
Chewbacca groaned, much more softly, as he cradled the little girl in his great, furry arms. He gently rocked her back and forth at a soothing pace, which did nothing to assuage Luke’s surprise.
“Got a kid back home on Kashyyyk, usually sees him every few cycles, but things have taken a bit of a turn lately.” Han’s nonchalance included brushing off invisible debris from his vest.
Obi-Wan’s lips pursed as his brow rose, feeling his own surprise intermingling with the echoes of it from Luke.
——
“I dunno how we’re gonna manage this with a baby that could tantrum at any moment.” Han cracked sharply.
Luke exhaled through his nose indignantly. “It’ll be fine. She’s fine! Koré’s a good baby! I swear!”
“Alright! Alright l!” Han
Chewbacca had managed to rip two little holes into the bottom corners of his satchel after emptying, creating a crude sort of papoose. Koré fit into it snugly, and was secured against the Wookiee with a quick shift and tightening of the bandolier across his chest.
When Chewie righted himself, Koré was already snuggling into his fur, eyes growing heavy. Luke just barely held in a coo, rubbing a hand against her back and then up to ruffle her dark hair.
He looked up at Chewbacca in earnest. “Thanks. This is a great idea.”
The wookie gurgled gently, tolerant of the young man’s presence in the face of keeping Luke’s daughter safe.
——
“Is that a baby?” Leia exclaimed, pointing at the bundle that Chewie was holding against himself for emphasis. “What in the galaxy possessed you laser brains to bring a baby on a rescue mission?!”
——
“Han fly!” The toddler cried, bouncing up and down in her seat.
Han couldn’t help but smile as he turned around to face her. “That’s the idea, sweetheart.”
Koré tugged on Han’s jacket, peering up at him questioningly. “We fly?”
Han felt the guilt that had been building in the back of his mind drop like lead down into his stomach. For a split second, he hesitated to even look at the little girl waiting for an answer.
He exhaled heavily, giving Koré a weak smile. “We’ll ask your dad when he gets back, ok kiddo?”
—
Vader left the site without further fanfare, but his strides remained purposeful.
The carbon chamber was an alternative to what had become a far more succinct plan. And it involved the small girl who’d been lodged into a separate, smaller area of the ().
He had no (good) experience with children, but purportedly, the child that Luke Skywalker toted around was well-behaved enough to remain on different rebel bases over the years. And if all went well, Vader would not have to deal with the baby for very long.
“I will not harm you, little one.” Vader said. “We are waiting for your father to arrive.”
The toddler continued to stare, and it was with a deeply hidden but still arresting discomfort that Vader realized her eyes were blue.
Her little hands laid against the tabletop. “Leia?”
“The princess will not be joining us.”
“No Chewie? Han?” Her eyes once again leveled on his mask, eternally earnest. “Daddy?”
—
“You brought an infant onboard the Death Star…” Darth Vader’s lack of facial expressions or unvocaded voice could not hide the sheer disapproval emanating from his enormous figure.
“It wasn’t part of the plan!” Luke exclaimed. “We were supposed to stop off on Alderaan before we found it blown to bits…”
“You are barely more than a child yourself.” Vader intoned, not acknowledging the immediate bristling of his younger counterpart.
“She did! She… wanted Koré. We both wanted to keep her.” Luke’s eyes grew glassy and dull as he spoke, drifting away as the memories resurfaced. “But her parents… they wouldn’t accept it.”
“They were so angry they… they left almost as soon as Koré was born. And they wouldn’t even acknowledge her, much less take her with them.”
“But I swore I’d take care of our baby. I promised her and Koré that I’d be here no matter what.” Luke vowed.
Vader felt the vaguest kinship with Luke, at their mutual inability to speak about their love without feeling pained.
“You and your child would be treated as royalty.” Vader said, as gently as he could. “And you’d never need run for your lives.”
