#sw:writing

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Darth Vader when he hears his son call him father for the first time. 

When Luke slips through his fingers and he hears him call him family. How he asks him to come with him, not the empire, not the emperor, but with him. 

How he feels his heart beat for the first time in years, in what seems like forever. That word whispering over and over again in his head. 

Father.

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Do you think the first time Han and Leia have sex, Leia pretends, at least for a week that it never happened. 

And it drives Han crazy because for a day she won’t even look at him, won’t even acknowledge his existence. And he replays last night over in his head, did he do something wrong? Did she not enjoy it? ...Was he bad in bed? Because he’s never had that problem.

Leia goes back to snarking at him and Han tries his best not to look like a wounded wookiee pup when she bites at him. He can’t get the way she moaned beneath him out of his head, the way her skin smelt as he buried his face in the curve of her neck.

And he can’t figure out how in the hell this woman works and it’s driving him crazy.

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Bodhi ran through that enemy fire fully expecting to be gunned down at any moment. 

He’s made it this far, he thinks. Past the Empire and to Saw Gerrera. Surviving him and his militants and making it to the rebellion. Making friends of these people and their cause, enough to allow him to take a deep breath and then run with all his strength. His knees shaking as his feet hit the ground. As his hands hit metal, his feet push up and he’s back, safe, able to transmit word to the rebellion and complete his task.

There’s a moment there, a breath of second when he closes his eyes. Thinks this is it. They’ve done it. That they might all actually make it out of here alive.

The grenade hits the ground.

Bodhi doesn’t even have time to ask for the force to help him.

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So I keep thinking about Leia getting her first big mission for the rebellion. How she’s so proud that her father is putting his trust in her. 

How he took her aside and explained how important this mission was, how he told her she was the only person he could trust. How her mother had clutched her father’s hand tightly, worry lines wrinkling her pretty face. How Leia had reassured her that everything would be fine. That she knew what she was doing, an eagerness about her that she tried her best to tamper down. 

Above all, she reassured them both that she wouldn’t let the rebellion down.

And she didn’t. Letting the words Dantooine slip past her lips. Watching Alderaan in all of its beauty in front of her. Telling herself over and over that at least the rebellion is still safe. 

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Assuming the two Skywalker twins had had the chance to grow up together, I’ll bet there was a big chunk of their childhood when Leia was taller than Luke. A couple of inches maybe but hell would she lord it over him.

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So do you think there was ever a chance that little Luke Skywalker aged, I don't know, eight or nine, found (he may have been dared to enter crazy old Ben's place) an old and faded holograph of what he thinks, no, is convinced is actual, real life Jedi. Biggs insists he's got delusions of grandeur, everyone knows the Empire wiped out the order and everything to do with them. But Luke's sure of it, studying the holo and the way that the two men in it are standing proud, unaware of the imager capturing the moment in time, forever securing this picture.

The holo's old now, glitchy and striped with vertical lines but still slightly viewable. He likes the one with the beard who looks confident if tired, like he's carrying the whole galaxy on his shoulders, but it's the one with the shoulder length hair that catches Luke's attention, filling underneath his ribs with hope; a jagged scar running across one of his eyebrows and wearing a genuine, if slightly smug smile that's aimed at his companion.

Luke's sure that they're Jedi, even when his friends laugh at him. They've probably never even set foot on a planet like Tatooine, but Luke likes to think that maybe there's a secret Jedi hiding out on this dust ball of a planet, biding their time until the day is right. Stars, maybe once upon a time his dad even snuck them aboard his spice freighter to try and hide them from the Empire.

He likes to think that anyway, that his dad would have helped them; Anakin Skywalker, last saviour of the Jedi.

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Okay, okay, okay, but Luke Skywalker in the early days after joining the rebellion. Traversing these new planets in search of a new base for them, kicking back with the squadron and trying to relax by visiting the local taverns. All wide eyes farm boy who is learning the ways of the force.

Han Solo hearing about it and being all, stars, you have got to be kidding me? The kid won’t last two minutes before he’s been killed or worse, sold on to some nefarious trader with shifty scruples. I’ve seen it, Leia. I’ve seen it happen.

And Leia looks at him pointedly, all, Han, Luke is a grown man and- Han stares at her. We need to get to that tavern immediately. 

And you know Han spends all of his time, hand on his blaster, glaring at anybody who dares to come within thirty inches of their table.

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Darth Vader after finding out Luke Skywalker is his son, searching for any records the Empire can supply, any information that can be dug up by other means, any old holos anyone may have filmed over the years that show a glimpse of his child. Learning any tiny scrap of fact that he can about Luke. Staring repeatedly at an old, grainy holo that shows a younger Luke, sun bleached hair, the chin of his father and Padme’s smile. Staring in wondrous disbelief that his child survived and had the chance to grow up. That the swell of Padme’s rounded belly could turn into this boy, this man. 

How he’s already missed so much.