New Chapter of Ben Vader AU!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19246348/chapters/45767431
Canon-divergent AU in which Ben Solo was actually raised by Vader. Born following the Rebellion’s crushing defeat at Endor, Ben has spent his entire life under the assumption that his mother is dead and his father was some nameless deadbeat. The grandfather who raised him always seemed supportive and doting, even if he is more machine than man. But years later, Ben discovers that his grandfather may have lied about everything. Ben sets out to discover the truth about his mother, only to cross paths with a particular embittered old smuggler, his Wookiee sidekick, and their pretty new second mate. The Force has set Ben on a collision-course with not just his long-lost family, but his one true love.
Chapter Seven, In which there is a battle in the snow
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19246348/chapters/83009242
Rey’s first Force lesson doesn’t exactly go as planned. The now elderly Lord Vader is visited by the Ghost of Lifedays Past. Prepare for incoming Anakin/Obi-Wan shade-throwing.
The memory was surprisingly vivid.
Ben, then aged about five, walked close to Vader’s side. The black-caped wizard cyborg and small boy entered the cantina. Conversation instantly went silent, the room filled only with the comfortingly familiar hiss of his grandfather’s ventilator. Ben could feel the curious stares of the patrons. He reached for Grandfather’s hand, firmly grasping one large, black-gloved finger, the bumps and ridges of the mechanical hand palpable through the black glove.
Vader strode up to the bar, it’s attendant standing with his back to them. “Excuse me,” Vader said, in a deep, electronic rumble. “The boy needs to use the ‘fresher.” The boy was what Vader called Ben in public or around the untrustworthy, having explained that it wasn’t safe to publicly own Ben as his grandson. Some people might try to hurt you if they knew how much I love you; Grandfather had said. It’s safer if most people just think that you are my orphan apprentice.
Back still toward them, the barkeep gave a curt answer. “Customers only.”
Vader responded with deadly calm. “I see. Do you have any non-intoxicating drinks?”
“What?” The barkeep sneered, finally turning around. The sight of Vader wiped the nasty look right off the barkeep’s face, and his voice suddenly took on at least some perfunctory politeness. “Er, I could pour a fruit mixer, and leave out the brandy.”
Vader turned to Ben, crouching slightly to speak to his small grandson, mechanical basso voice surprisingly soft. “Ben, would you like a juice?”
