Eyelashes fluttered as the humming of the bacta tank filled the space around Luke Skywalker, the warm liquid bubbling up to the surface, finding an escape. He could see nothing beyond the bacta that restoratively clung to his skin, the room beyond dark as night. His body was numb, possibly sedated, with every extremity holding the weight of a thousand pounds.
"Father," Luke attempted to squeak out, but the respirator connected to his nose and mouth refused to allow him. The last thing he remembered was lying on the ground in the Throne Room, calling out for Darth Vader to save him from the torment of the Emperor.
Had he done it?
Something felt incredibly off, though Luke couldn't quite come up with a thought for it. His brow twisted, the young Jedi used all his strength to raise his left hand and pound it against the glass. There was a flicker of light in the room surrounding him, a wiring sound that soon joined the humming of the tank.
Luke could see himself, his glazed eyes seeing the blurred pink of his skin and the white of his underclothes beneath. As his vision began to come back to him, Luke started to notice the light dressing of purple lines that glimmered across his chest and to his arms. They were so faint, only the right amount of glare made it obvious. Peering past his white briefs, Luke could see the same pattern along his thighs. Scars? From the lightning, no doubt.
The harness clipped to Luke's waist suddenly began to lift him out of the bacta tank; the air was cold, causing him to instantly begin shivering and longing for the comfort of the warm fluid. As he looked around at his surroundings, a mechanical arm from the device above him wrapped around the respirator, unlocking it from the bridge of his nose and causing it to fall to the ground.
Luke's breathing was hard and ragged between his shivers.
"Where am I?"
He trembled, somewhat equally from the cold and also out of fear. Did his father help him after all? And if he didn't, why would the Emperor spare him? What about his friends on Endor, his sister? None of this was right and dread continued to creep on him.
The apparatus that hoisted him in the air moved him to the opposite side of the empty room, where only a small central device cackled with static above it. His stomach turned in knots - a containment field. "No," he shouted under his breath, futilely attempting to struggle and free himself from the harness that would lead him to captivity; but it was of no use, whatever had sedated him made it almost impossible to move, additionally causing his mind to be too clouded to draw on the Force. By the time he'd managed to kick his leg in defiance, the straps of the harness came loose and dropped Luke dead center on the device, levitating him in the air.
"Welcome, young Skywalker," a familiar gravelly voice spoke out over an intercom. A neon red light activated around what must be the door out, with a white circle centrally fixed. It must be watching him. "You claimed to be a Jedi when we lost spoke; so fitting is it, then, for you to be prisoner inside my palace: the former Jedi Temple."
"Let go of me," Luke replied, but the voice continued on, speaking over him. It must be a recording of some sort.
"It would be foolish to give up on you after only one attempt, as Lord Vader had said. Perhaps you are already see the failure of your pitiful ways. You will change your mind.. and you will embrace your destiny."
"You haven't learned a thing about me," Luke spat to the recording, venom and feeling coming to him as the effects of the sedative began to wear off. The youth was trapped in this cycle. But then his heart raced as he realized that Vader was still here - he had saved him, it seemed, at least from a certain point of view. But now the tables had been turned, and Luke was in greater danger than ever before. He wasn't sure how he would get out of this.. but he would.
The containment field made it impossible for him to externally use the Force but he could still sense and feel with it. With his concentration back and his mind unclouded, Luke sensed for the bond that had equally betrayed him as it did saved him. His eyelashes fluttered as it took a great will to reach out; but soon enough, he did.
"Father."
There was a great silence.
Luke.
Someone stood at the opposite side of the door, waiting to enter. A tall and mighty presence. There was trepidation and intense self-loathing within, a mind filled with regret. It was him: Darth Vader. Luke Skywalker swallowed as he waited for the door to open; his journey would have to start all over, and it would be the greatest test of his life, but there was still a chance.
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Oh, hey, here's a thing I've been working on off and on for a few weeks and finally finished. It is...slightly mushy and dramatic, but I like it. Mostly.
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“I love you,” she said softly. I’m going to lose you. Her chest constricted at the thought.
“Leia, what’s…Somethin’s going on. I need you to fill me in.”
He sounded worried, confused. She needed to tell him. She needed to tell him, but she wanted to remember how his arms felt around her when he still thought of her only as Leia and not as the daughter of a monster. She closed her eyes, memorizing the feel of him before taking a deep breath and lifting her head.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Original Trilogy
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Leia Organa/Han Solo
Additional Tags: Married Couple, Domestic, Slice of Life, Light Angst, Smut, Post-Star Wars: Return of the Jedi
Summary:
Shaken after a recent tragedy, Leia asks something of Han as they plan a future together.
A/N: This fic is set in 10 ABY, about six years after RotJ. It's canon divergent, but mentions the characters of Shara Bey and Kes Dameron as well as canon events surrounding them. I got the idea while looking up info about Shara's fate for a different fic.
Thanks to @lajulie24 for beta-reading this! Kudos and comments are much appreciated :)
Summary: As the New Republic tries to secure its foothold in the galaxy, Vader enjoys an afternoon with his son, and makes a discovery. Fluff and angst, but mostly fluff (Vader is just a suit full of angst tho). Post-ROTJ Vader lives
Summary: Post-ANH, Luke and his Rogues (including a new addition) go to Coruscant to raise some chaos. Unfortunately, someone raised an alarm before they could complete their mission. Ft. a tranquilizer gun
Luke inherits his father’s possessions, including Castle Vader, and finds there are many complications and unexpected people who shared his father’s life. He must look inside himself to learn who he is and where he belongs.
Okay but imagine if post-RotJ Luke started wearing the-yellow-jacket-of-unknown-origins over his spiffy new black look. I just think that would be neat. Add a pop of color. Brighten up the look.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 5/?
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Original Trilogy
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Luke Skywalker & Darth Vader, Leia Organa & Darth Vader, Sheev Palpatine & Darth Vader, Sheev Palpatine & Anakin Skywalker
Characters: Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader, Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa, Mon Mothma, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, Kitster Chanchani Banai, Watto (Star Wars)
Additional Tags: Planet Mustafar (Star Wars), Planet Tatooine (Star Wars), Sith Lords (Star Wars), Sith Lore (Star Wars), Tatooine Slave Culture (Star Wars), Tusken Culture (Star Wars)
Summary:
Warrior, military commander, religious fanatic, heir to Palpatine's throne--everyone knew who Darth Vader was. But a mere accident alters the outcome of Vader's battle with his emperor onboard the second Death Star, saving his life, but stripping him of everything that defined him. In a changed galaxy, Anakin Skywalker is forced to discover who he truly is.