Vader entered his son's quarters to find the boy dressed in nothing but those horrifying pink shorts and sitting on the lap of one Captain Han Solo.
Vader inwardly groaned as the couple leapt apart and settled on opposite sides of the sofa. They were hardly subtle. Although, he also smiled at the memories of the times that he and Padme had done likewise at the sudden arrival of Obi-Wan or Ahsoka. There was that one time when...
“Father!” Luke called, “Can you please respect the lock on the door just one time?”
Vader pulled himself back from his memories. “You were not answering your comm.” He stated darkly, glaring at the pink shorts Luke wore and regretting his decision to give them back to his son.
“There was a reason,” Luke stated, with a side nod to Han, who sat looking everywhere but at the Sith Lord.
Vader felt heat on his cheeks for the first time in decades - he used his embarrassment to nurture his ire.
Luke grinned, sensing his father’s feelings.
“The Emperor demands our presence at the palace,” Vader told him, tightly. “You are to be honoured with a promotion.”
“Not another ceremony, Father,” Luke groaned and stood, he paced across the room, stopped by a chair, picked up a shirt and turned his back on his father to draw it on. “That last one was...”
“Wait!” Vader called, causing Luke to stop mid-move and mid-sentence and, with words that were becoming all too common for him, he asked, “What are those?”
With his shirt hanging over one shoulder; Luke glanced over his other, which was exactly where his father was pointing.
Vader strode forward for a closer look at his son’s latest works of art. “That,” he stated incredulously as he poked at Luke’s shoulder, “is the Princess Leia Organa!”
“And my friend,” Luke shot back.
Vader raised a finger, pointing in Luke’s face. “She is your enemy,” he grated out.
“No, she is your enemy, father.” It was difficult to keep the frustration from his voice. Were they going to dance this dance every time he added a tattoo?
“It is inappropriate for an Imperial Officer to have a Rebel adorning their skin,” he snatched at the shirt, uncovering Luke’s other shoulder and froze...
The face of Padme looked gently up at him from Luke’s skin.
“It’s my mother,” Luke said quietly.
“I am aware of who she is,” Vader told him, the vocoder straining to carry the whisper.
There were footsteps as Han padded across the room. “I was just saying to Luke, how alike they look,” he offered, as both men turned to stare at him. “I mean,” his finger traced Luke’s skin, it lingered longer than it should, “same dark hair, same eyes... similar facial shape,” Solo laughed as Luke shivered, oblivious to Vader’s growing stillness, “Did you know, Luke and Leia even share the same birthday! Coincidence or what?!”
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Thanks for the ask and my apologies for taking so long to respond. Not my best, but it’s what came to me. :)