This is a gorgeous piece of art @severnlight did for me based on Chapter 11 of my fic The Protégé! I love love love this interpretation of Padmé’s dress and I hope you do too!! It really encapsulates the chapter for me :D
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This is a gorgeous piece of art @severnlight did for me based on Chapter 11 of my fic The Protégé! I love love love this interpretation of Padmé’s dress and I hope you do too!! It really encapsulates the chapter for me :D
Star Wars Fanfiction
One Dream, One Vision by Severnlight
fanart by severnlight
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
After the disastrous duel on Bespin, more than mere words transpire over the newly forged bond between father and son. And this time, R2 is not so lucky with the hyperdrive. Darth Vader is beyond pleased to finally have his son in custody, but the Force keeps whispering something about the terrorist Princess as well.
With the identity of Lord Vader's long lost son revealed, every being of some consequence from Core to Outer Rim is busy plotting their own schemes for Luke Skywalker. The young rebel is trying his best to navigate the new relationship with his father, and scramble a plan or two of his own. Admiral Piett and various unsuspecting Imperial citizens are entangled in the drama. Vader acts completely unpredictable, the threads of destiny are tossed up in the air, and the Galaxy holds its breath.
Chapters: 12/?
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This is for @severnlight, who I was paired with for the Star Wars General Winter Gift Exchange I hosted. Severn has a fabulous fantasy AU she is working on with @spell-cleaver called Swords and Starflowers. So this artwork was inspired from that AU.
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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.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
For @severnlight
Luke is a Jedi, dedicated searching for and spreading knowledge wherever he goes, even if his master has abandoned him. But his unknowing father is making life very, very difficult for him, and Luke cannot escape his pursuit. At least, not without friends.
The next morning rose early, but he didn't rise with it, his room facing west as it was. It was fairly late before he finally got up, despite the birds cheeping in his ears. At one point they'd given up, and flown out the window to go harass the gulls along the coasts by stealing their food.
Luke didn't try to stop them. He got up a little while later—and immediately regretted the lie-in.
He had a beautiful view of the harbour, and that meant he could see the massive ship in it. A ship he knew intimately.
Vader.
He scrambled out of bed, shoving his boots on with lightning speed. "Artoo! Threepio!" he hissed, glaring out the windows at the ships, eyes peeled for a flicker of their colourful wings. "Get back here, Vader's—"
"Vader!" Threepio screeched. He barrelled through the window like a cannonball and hit the bed just as hard, sending the pillow up in a puff of feathers. Artoo shot after him, chittering fiercely. "Vader! Vader!"
"I noticed!" Luke snapped. "Let's get out of here, now, before he forces the locals to lock down the ports." Artoo whistled his aggressive agreement.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
For @severnlight still!
Luke strikes out, entirely on his own, but Vader's vendetta has reached its peak and he swears it will end here--one way or another.
Why was Vader here?
Was Vader tracking him?
Luke hadn't thought to ward against traditional tracking techniques. He was usually very good at staying hidden, at moving through lands without being noticed. It was the most vital skill Ben had taught him. But ever since he knew that no amount of unturned mud would stop Vader from knowing he had come this way, he'd slackened on that front.
That was clearly a mistake.
He needed to go. He needed to move. He'd left tracks behind here already—the stripped bushes, the flattened grass from his tent, the worn roads. And there was no quick divergence from this path until he reached the main road that ran all the way along to the hills that bordered Coruscant, where Ben's safehouse was. He had to keep going straight, and they would know where to follow.
They were faster than him. He needed to slow them down.
His hands dropped from his hair to shove everything back into his pack and sling it over his shoulders. He kept low as he peered over the side to get a better look at the approaching troops but didn't dare get out his spyglass. The glint of light off of metal might give away his position. So he had to crawl forwards, forge through long grass until he was lying belly-down on the edge of the outcrop…
And just on his right, hidden in a tiny, sheltered dip in the ground, was a cluster of foxgloves.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
For @severnlight
Vader goes to a home that is no longer his while Luke and Leia stick to the side lines of it.
Neither she nor her handmaidens were allowed to send him away anymore, so he strode right in. But they had warned her of his presence in advance, so she was fully dressed despite the early hour, the sun just creeping over the eastern hills, seated on her throne, looking as radiant as she always did in a high-necked midnight dress. She always wore dark colours, mourning colours, around him.
He took off his helmet before she could greet him and didn't bother to hide his expression as he looked at her.
"Lord Vader," she said, looking down on him—the only time she was ever able to look down on him was when she was on the throne atop the dais, and he was staring up at her in awe. The twist of tone on his title told him that she was not a fan of it.
He was not a fan of it himself, in truth. It was an empty gesture a few years ago, Palpatine rewarding his most loyal enforcer after years of work on his behalf. But… "If you take issue with my title, Padmé, you have the power to change it."
She stood, the yellow sunlight catching her hairpiece. It was a six-pointed star of crystal, and sent rainbows dancing along the walls. "Our marriage was annulled when I was put back on the throne of Naboo. No monarch is allowed to be married to a foreign politician or important figure while they are in power. You know that."
Yes. That stupid constitutional law, one of the ones Padmé had dedicated her life to. The constitution that the Empire had crushed when it invaded, and she had fought to restore.
"I need not be a foreign general. I was a citizen of Naboo—"
"Before you were banished." She stepped down the dais, shoes clacking on the mosaic floor, and stopped in front of him, glaring. "No armour or weapons will change that."
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29, 31 and 34 for the ask game 💖
What was the funniest comment or piece of feedback that you received?
....I am wracking my brain, but I genuinely cannot remember. I've received some great comments so I'm sure there are a lot that sent me into hysterics, but I can't think of any 😂
What's a recurring theme that showed up in your works?
Hmm, that's a good question. I used to joke that I wrote about teenagers trying to figure out their place in the world, but other than Sparks I haven't written much on that this year. I think writing Luke and Vader by necessity involves some repetitive themes though. Unconditional love and how far it stretches is a massive one, of course, but I'm also really interested in the theme of control, and the inherent uncertainty of the world. Anakin falls because he believes he knows the future and needs to control it to feel safe, so that's a big part of Vader's character. Codex is a lot about that, and I've been thinking about it for over three years, since No Heroes also has a similar theme.
What's the weirdest thing you researched for a fic?
I tried to research Elizabethan English for a fantasy AU fic idea and quickly abandoned that when I realised I did not have the time to investigate a form of English from 400 years ago. The fic is still on the shelf though!
Thanks so much for the asks!!
End of year fanfic asks here!