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klarionthewizard · 1 year

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AO3 First Lines Tag Game

tagged in by the wonderful @musewrangler again!

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Uh, so I'm also going to interpret this as published and unpublished so, I'll start with the two unpublished first.

1-Veers Crew Shenanigans Part Three

A draft of new rules to add to the Executor’s unofficial list, as drafted by Colonel Piett and Captain Venka:

33) General Veers’s subordinates are not allowed to get the general drunk in order to get him to agree to things he normally wouldn’t.

34) The following reasons are also not reasons to do something:

34a) to shut up the doubters

34b) to prove the superiority of the Imperial Army

34c) to provide the navy with remedial lessons on tactics used by the Thundering Herd in battle

2-I Knew You Through Land And Sea Part Three

“Alright people, listen up! Yale, give Winsa her helmet back. Admiral Ozzel dropped out too close to the rebel base on Hoth, so we’re up,” Veers says, strapping himself into his seat in the Comet. He holds out a palm projector. “We’re going to be dropped by the power generator for their planetary shield. Our first objective is to take it out. Second is to handle their ion cannon so the TIEs and AT-ATs can make a safer descent. Are there any questions about the objectives?”

3-Heterotaxy and Dextrocardia

“Simon?”

But even before the name of his friend, companion, patron, and benefactor dissipated into awful, ominous nothingness in the silence of the house, James Asher knew something was horribly wrong.

The house was silent. That did not mean it was empty.

4-Luck's A Classy Lady (But She Has A Bad Side Too)

In every universe a Piett and a Veers meet a Skywalker, they have to learn to contend with shenanigans that they get drawn into by association.

But in some universes, the Skywalker Luck is more potent than it is in others.

This happens to be one of them.

5-The Two Feuding Kinsman

In most universes, the first thing does after being freed from the basement of Fawney Rig is recover his tools. He does not realize that Desire is the one responsible for his predicament until after the Vortex Debacle.

But this universe, this one is a little different.

Because in this one, Desire can’t help but gloat while their older brother lay curled at the bottom of the glass globe.

(They blame it on him, saying that they’re trying to teach him a lesson.)

(Dream hadn’t realized they hated him this much.)

(And then Jessamy happens and all Dream can think about is how to get even.)

So when Dream gets out this time, he heads straight to the Threshold to confront Desire.

6-Hold Your Silver Tongue (And Build An Honest Bridge)

In most universes, the Imperial Military absorbs the GAR and leaves individual planetary forces intact. Veers, in one of the non-clone regiments of the GAR, is folded in immediately.

Piett, of the anti-pirate fleet, is conscripted into the navy six years later.

At least, in that one.

In another, Tarkin makes a suggestion.

(All planetary forces are dissolved and reabsorbed into the Imperial Military.)

(Lieutenant Firmus Piett becomes a comms officer on the Strikefast.)

7-I Am A Banked Coal (But I Ignite The Firestorm)

Maximilian Veers did not request a transfer into Death Squadron. He is still transferred in.

(Darth Vader hears the name Maximilian Veers again for the first time in years, the Major having gotten orders assigning him to Tarkin’s monstrosity. And no. The Death Star can’t have him.)

(Veers is Torrent and Torrent is Vader’s.)

8-Conscience Doth Make Destitute Cowards of Us All

In many universes, Alexander Burgess swears that he will come down to the basement no more.

In this world, his last words to Dream are very different.

(And as more decades drag on with him trapped, Dream’s power dwindles even further.)

(His sense of self goes with it.)

9-Much Ado About Giving Aid

In most universes, two old gods attack the Dreaming toward the beginning of the universe. Dream asks his siblings for help and only Desire answers, by sending Alinora.

(She breaks his heart eventually and he becomes that much more wary of love.)

In this universe, not even Desire sends aid.

The old gods shred the Dreaming.

(Except the Dreaming is a manifestation of Dream’s mind.)

(Dream’s howls of agony echo through the cosmos.)

(By the time his siblings change their minds it is too late.)

10-Do You Hear The People Sing? (Singing The Song of Disillusioned Men)

Despair cannot look her older brother in the face and he does not seem to expect her to. He never has her look into his broken mirror as he had Desire do either.

“Why?” She asks him once.”Why do you not hate me?”

“Because what happened to me was not your idea,” Disillusionment says. “You did not come up with plan after plan to torture a family member. That was Desire. You merely… went along with it.”

I... had not realized how much Sandman fic I'd written recently. Huh.

Anyway, gently tagging @alexx-dax and @chaosgoblinhours if they want to give it a go.

#tag game #klarion's wips #ao3 #ten fics #first lines

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spell-cleaver · 2 years

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AU Return of the Jedi : Vader lives. Admiral Piett Lives. After the battle on Endor, Admiral Piett meets Luke as Dark Vador'son. Piett'POV if possible. with Vador present please and maybe with a light apparition of Leia.

The escape pod hit the ground in a shattering of earth, trees, and Piett’s consciousness. He groaned, blinked his eyes fiercely, and came to a few dazzlingly confusing moments later, with his head on his knee and his ankle by his ear. It had been decades since he was able to bend like this. His body was loudly protesting it.

He untangled himself from the undignified tumble of limbs and tried the airlock. It took a couple of tries and five minutes of furious, desperate bashing in which all of his frustrations, tragedies and stresses could not help but come to the fore. The Lady was gone. Destroyed over Endor by a stray A-wing. What a disgrace. What a terrible thing, that so many of his friends must have tied for a single Rebel’s suicide shot.

If he ended up bent over double, screaming, by the time the airlock deigned to decompress and open, showering him in dirt, only the startled birds could vouch for it in court.

He stayed on his knees for a minute. Two minutes. Sixty? He didn’t know. He didn’t even know whether his back started complaining or if it was just still complaining after the tangle in the escape pod. But the Empire needed him, and the situation was direr than it had ever been before, so he needed to pull up his socks and keep moving. The fact that his socks had been dirtied, torn, and one of them even lost in the scramble to the escape pods, the tumble through the atmosphere, and the small collapse he had just had… well, that was irrelevant.

He found one of his shoes wedged in the corner of the pod but didn’t find his missing sock. His cap was missing as well—his life truly had gone to the dogs—but that was that. Time to move on. There, in the distance, was a light. Orange and flickering: not the white light of a ship or a base, stark against the cooling colours of the sky. Someone had lit a fire.

Perhaps it was the natives. Reports had come in that the Rebels on the Forest Moon had succeeded due to their aid. He could only pray that it was escaped stormtroopers, or the other survivors of the Executor’s demise, or crashed pilots, or…

The trees parted for him and he stared at the back of a blond head, clothed in black from the neck down. Piett hated the fact he recognised the man just from the colour of his hair and the shape of his ears alone. He had never seen that outfit! He had not seen that haircut! But if that wasn’t Luke Skywalker, he would eat his cap—not that he still had his cap to eat, tragically—

Skywalker turned to reveal his face and looked straight at him, the rank bars on his chest, though Piett was sure he had made no noise. “Oh, he was right; you’re an admiral. You must be Admiral Piett. My father was sure that was you that crashed near us.”

Piett stared.

Skywalker knew his name.

Skywalker knew his name?

Somehow this day got increasingly inexplicable.

All he could say was, “I was under the impression your father was dead, Skywalker.” He thought to reach for his blaster a moment later, fumbling for his belt—wait, no, he hadn’t actually been carrying it when he was on the bridge and fled…

“The Emperor certainly tried, Admiral Piett,” boomed a voice. Piett nearly screamed again. When he turned his head, he saw his lord reclining—or perhaps awkwardly sitting back was more accurate—against a tree stump. The stump was charred and unevenly chopped, almost like it had been taken down with a laser.

Piett turned his head back to Skywalker, who was tending the fire in the glade. He had a veritable tree of firewood to burn, it seemed. His lightsaber gleamed on his belt.

“Well, I am sorry that you and His Majesty did not succeed to kill that Jedi then, my lord,” he said cautiously.

Skywalker frowned, then forcibly relaxed his face. Vader snorted—or made a sound that may have been a snort. “I am Luke’s father.”

The world fractured again. Bracken was a comfortable pillow, when arranged correctly, and Piett opened his eyes to Skywalker standing over him in a panic, trying to position him against it.

“Sorry for the shock. You’re already in a delicate state,” Skywalker said, laying him back. “But it’s true, even if Father should have broken it to you more gently. Are you injured? From the fall and the crash.”

So it was true.

Piett stared up at the now black sky, glimmering with a graveyard of corpses. Light flashed off the debris from the Death Star, the Executor, and a thousand other structures full of people he cared for, but for a moment he convinced himself they were stars. If they were stars, they were no constellations he had ever seen, moving rapidly and reforming themselves. He was far, far from the universe he knew. Reality was reshaping itself before his eyes.

“Admiral?” Skywalker prompted.

Piett sat up. By the stars, dead or not, a Rebel was not dressing his wounds. “I am perfectly capable of examining myself.”

“Really?” Skywalker grimaced. “Because your forehead and hairline are covered in blood.”

Piett gingerly reached up to touch the area. His fingers felt nothing, but his eyes told him his hand was now a fetching shade of red.

“May I bandage it?” Skywalker asked. Lord Vader was watching them both. At Piett’s desperate appealing glance, he nodded.

“Very well,” he said.

Skywalker was quick and firm. It hurt, but when it was on there, and whatever effect Skywalker had cast on it with his Jedi powers meant it was starting to feel much better.

He got out a stiff, “Thank you.”

“No problem.”

Piett stared between Vader and Skywalker—father and son—as they seated themselves next to each other. With night falling, Skywalker rested his head on Vader’s pauldron. Vader tilted his mask down to observe the Rebel commander and notorious Jedi he had been hunting like an anooba for more than three years.

It was an incredibly tender tilt. Piett did not know how he knew this, but it was.

And that, perhaps, was what comforted him enough to let him sleep.

He did not know that the next morning he would be rudely awoken by a Wookiee’s roar, by a tinny shout, and (he suspected) by the sheer intensity of a furious princess’s stare. Had he known this, he might not have fallen asleep there at all. He was not one for family drama—his own family were hellish enough—and Skywalker and Vader clearly had plenty. But they, at least, seemed to care about each other. Baffling and inexplicable as that might be, it was comforting.

But the princess of the dead planet of Alderaan was Vader’s daughter? He would have liked some forewarning. He would have preferred to run for the hills. Even if the natives had apparently tried to cook the Rebels, he would rather take his chances with them.

Foresight, however, is not a luxury most have.

So Piett woke up the next day barely able to see his new graveyard sky against the light of the sun. But his perception of reality in the galaxy was forever warped, nonetheless.

#random words on a page #luke skywalker #darth vader #for darkness shows the stars #firmus piett #ask spell something #tumblr prompts #asks #the graveyard sky #may 31st 2020 i am still so slow in responding to these

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mightydragoon · 4 years

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Pray for Piett

@silvereddaye

Piett isn’t paid enough for the skywalker family drama bullshit.

(comprised in no particular order, some stories are more explicit than others with Pray for Piett)

1. Compromising -samvelg

5 + 1 Five times Admiral Piett misunderstands the nature of Luke and Vader's relationship, and the one time he doesn't.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11539302/chapters/25908651

2. For Want of a Skywalker--- acuteneurosis

After the miracle of having survived Bespin, Piett does not ask why they are stopping on Tatooine. Or why Lord Vader suddenly has acquired a small child. Or why this child's name is Luke. Or how long they are going to keep him.

He probably should have.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22044874/chapters/52612567

( Note* Part 1 of the Through the Eyes of the Beholder)

3. The kidnappings of a Sith Lord - maedre13

How a certain Sith Lord may or may not kidnap his rebel son. One-shots. Strongly inspired by sparklight´s “Where Our Intrepid Hero Doesn´t Get Away”.

Current chapter: In which Vader tries to arrange a marriage

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10606992/chapters/23453241

4. Living Relics-- planningconquest

Poe Dameron, on a routine flight, stumbles across an entirely new mess for the New Republic to deal with. Finding Imperial relics that can help with the galaxy's most pressing questions and problems.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23113807/chapters/55303762

5. Luke Skywalker Is Altogether Too Likable - Mokulule

A bounty hunter claims to have caught the empire's most wanted rebel, unfortunately for Admiral Piett, Lord Vader is not in attendence, so he will have to take the call.

Alternatively; the Piett POV story I have amused myself with for several months and that I hope others will also enjoy.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14477958/chapters/33444051

(Note* Part of the Likability Conundrum series )

6. Firmus Piett Is Altogether Too Likable- Mokulule

This is a companion piece to Luke Skywalker Is Altogether Too Likable, it is basically the first chapter from Luke's POV with more background and angst.

Luke has been captured by the nasty bounty hunter Bossc Blackscale along with small Twilek child Nia, who was used as a hostage.

Now he's about to enter Imperial custody and he meets the most peculiar Imperial.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18065363

(Note Complete Series below)

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1300493

7. Some Assembly Required - Mokulule

Luke desperately call out for help in the force. Darth Vader finally gets his hands on his elusive son, but he doesn't quite get what he expected.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17394782/chapters/40941173

8. One Dream, One Vision- severnlight

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.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9817640/chapters/22044329

9. Darth Vader Goes to School - LadyVader23

Darth Vader gets bored with killing people and decides to get a degree in Engineering. He develops an interest in his classmate, Luke Lars. Poor Piett becomes the awkward middle man.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23905714/chapters/57477952

(Note* Vader essentially commits identity fraud on Piett to do a few online classes and Piett roles with it because what you want to say no to Vader, and gets tangled in the fuck up that is Vader’s life)

10. LIBERO per fidem, or How Piett Accidentally Hastened the War Because He Kinda Cared About Vader--ThreadSketchier

It's the Admiral's job to overthink things. This time, however, it's going to be both the best AND worst decision he's ever made.

(note* this is not technically a fic and it’s a private story but it’s still worth checking)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22535980/chapters/53852038

11.. How (not) to cope with Skywalker family drama - prayforpiett

In which the admiral of the Executor tries to find ways to manage his stress. Like any sensible person, he tries to turn his frustrations into creative endeavors. And he also drinks. A lot.

Of course, it all gets worse when he starts to have stress dreams about a certain Luke Skywalker...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24320452/chapters/58632580

( Note* From the appropriately titled author PrayforPiett. )

12. A Life Day Miracle - Mokulule

A few months after the Death Star was destroyed, Darth Vader gets an early Life Day present in the form of the child he'd thought he'd lost, now if only events wouldn't keep conspiring against him he would actually get to tell his son of their relation.

Luke and Wedge are very confused, this is not how they expected being captured by Imperials would go.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17646887/chapters/41613821

(Note* Mokulule again)

13. In Loco Pirates - izzythehutt

A down-on-his-luck Hondo Ohnaka manages to capture the unicorn of all bounties--Luke Skywalker, which sends Darth Vader, Lord of the Sith, on a painfully familiar trip to the planet Florrum to collect his prize. The failed negotiations leave Vader in the awkward position of being stuck in a besieged pirate bunker, trying to balance keeping his wayward child safe (and in his custody) with controlling the tongue of a loose-lipped pirate who--to the surprise of no one--has a bad habit of telling 'amusing' anecdotes from the Clone Wars.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3841744/chapters/8574070

(Part 1 of In Loco Pirates-Verse https://archiveofourown.org/series/324137)

14. Palpatine Ad Portas - izzythehutt

When the Emperor Palpatine moves the Empire Day Celebration to Naboo, Darth Vader is forced to confront a past he had thought better buried and forgotten. Admiral Piett becomes the reluctant confidante of the monarch, caught in the middle of a deadly Sith cat-and-mouse mind game. Meanwhile, the young Rebel who blew up the Death Star returns to his mother's home world to pay his respects on the anniversary of her death--unaware of his father and the Emperor's presence on the planet and the very grave danger he is in.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4819292/chapters/11034437

(Part 2 of In Loco Pirates-Verse https://archiveofourown.org/series/324137)

15. Meet the Skywalkers - frodogenic

Newly returned from the Unknown Regions with Darth Vader, Admiral Piett doesn't expect much of a welcome from the New Republic. And not in a million lifetimes would he have predicted that their very first guest would be Luke Skywalker. After all, Skywalker and Vader are still mortal enemies...right?

Multichapter prequel to Lord Vader's Limpet and Driving Lord Vader.

Chapter 14: The Lady’s 25-year sojourn enters the final risky stretch.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8158216/chapters/18696025

(Note* Part 3 of the Limpet AU, see more here https://archiveofourown.org/series/554200)

16. in an endless universe----loosingletters

Chapter 8 , 9 and 10 : Grandfather Vader AU

Luke has a kid to raise and the Empire might not care much about its personnel, but at least it pays its mechanics well. Enter Darth Vader.

Part 1:https://archiveofourown.org/works/22955416/chapters/55002466

Part 2: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22955416/chapters/55067716#workskin

Part 3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22955416/chapters/56968354#workskin

(Note* Link to full series :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22955416/chapters/57641386)

17. Allegiance - KaelinaLovesLomaris

Luke is captured by Imperials while on a mission and ends up needing his father's help getting out of a tricky situation. What follows is shameless Luke and Vader father-son bonding, with plenty of action, angst, and fluff, as Vader finally has his son at his side and plots to destroy the Emperor. Everyone's favorite Imperial, Admiral Piett, plays a large role, as does Luke's fellow pilot, Wedge Antilles, and Boba Fett will probably make an appearance.

Post ESB AU, with canon divergence. This is not Dark!Luke. It is eventual Vader redemption.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6745156/chapters/16127191

(note* Allegiance-verse series)

18 . Interview with a Sith Lord--- KaelinaLovesLomaris

Before Piett was the Admiral of Death Squadron, he was captain of the Accuser. And once Darth Vader learned of his son and realized he would someday need to take the Emperor down, he began looking for an admiral he could trust... Or how Piett got the job of captain of the Executor and eventually became admiral of the Death Squadron. This is in my Allegiance-verse, but it's not necessary to read Allegiance to understand this.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8747338

( Note* Allegiance-verse series)

19. Twin Suns - EagleInFlight

ROTJ AU: Vader reached out into the Force, eager to teach this trooper a lesson when suddenly the old him woke from his slumber and an Anakin quip slipped out of his mouth: “Have the Empire become so desperate that they’re recruiting below the height requirement?” A wave of amusement splashed through the Force from the trooper. That signature... The trooper took off his helmet, jerked his blonde hair back from his eyes and stared up at him. “Explains why I can’t see out of this helmet.” Darth Vader was left utterly speechless. His son stood before him. His son was here of his own free accord. Luke flashed a smile that warmed Vader’s heart. “I’m here to rescue you.”

OR: Luke Skywalker sneaks on-board the Executor to rescue his father, Darth Vader.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14289804

20. Skywalker Family Values - Ariel_Sojourner

Camp Chippewa is proud to be the Empire’s foremost camp resort for privileged young adults. Located on the picturesque forest moon of Endor, your child will have the opportunity to participate in wholesome outdoor activities and socialize appropriately with their peers. We invite your offspring to join us for the experience of a lifetime and a bright future in service of the greater glory of the Empire.

On opposite sides of the galaxy, on opposite sides of a civil war, Darth Vader and Padme Amidala unwittingly send Luke and Leia to the same camp during school break. Chaos naturally ensues.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14258124/chapters/32883750

(Note* Piett doesn’t feature in this as much compared to the others but dear lord still, pray for this poor man)

21. Two and a Half Men (with a baby)- orphan_account

After a long day of bargaining with Hutts and attempting to ignore his past, Darth Vader is nearing the end of his rope. When he discovers his two-year-old son, it's the straw that breaks the semi-rational Sith Lord's back; in a rash act worthy of the Skywalker name, he scoops his son into his arms, steals a shuttle from his own fleet, and punches in random hyperspace coordinates to a destination on the other side of the galaxy.

Unfortunately, father and son are not the only ones on the ship.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7420057/chapters/16853212

TAGS

Firmus Piett

Firmus Piett & Darth Vader

Feel free to add any more to the mix .

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sourskywalker · 3 years

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Vader’s hit or miss

SUMMARY: After being caught filming a TikTok, Vader decides to try it out for himself

“What the kriff are you doing?” Your head snaps in the direction of the voice and you unknowingly take a step back in embarrassment.

You’d chosen this room, the furthest one away from any prying eyes of employees who work on The Executor and especially the one who commandeers the ship...Your husband

“H-hey honey�� You stutter, grabbing your holopad and pressing it to your chest, concealing the video, but didn’t muffle the audio which kept on playing back over and over, until you finally let out an annoyed groan and clicked the device off “Whatsup?”

“‘Whatsup?’ You’ve been gone for nearly three hours is ‘whatsup’.” Vader responds, arms crossing over his chest, you could feel his gaze burning into the holopad in your hands

You quickly looked up at the clock resting on the top of the wall indicating that it was nearly six thirty “Oh…”

“What’ve you been doing anyway”

“Nothin!” You squeak out, slowly backing into the corner of the room as your husband makes long and quick strides towards you

“If this ‘nothing’ takes up nearly three hours of your time then it must be very important” His hands clasp at the holopad and he rips it from your hands, turning it so the screen illuminated his mask, his fingers dully tapping against the screen as he put in the password “What is this..Tik Tok? And why are you on it?”

“I-it’s an app that you use to dance to music?” It was the easiest explanation and luckily he seemed to understand, nodding absentmindedly he clicks on the most recently uploaded video, his posture faltering, his mask snapping to look at you as your face blanched, the sound of WAP bouncing off the walls of the room

“What in the kriff is this?” He shoves the holopad in your face and you audibly gasp, watching the part of the video where you dropped to the floor “You are the wife of one of the most important people in the galaxy, this is highly inappropriate” You flinch, looking down at your shoes. The room goes eerily quiet and you're afraid that anything you say might anger him more than he already is “...Teach me of this TikTok”

“Huh? What?” Your brows furrow, your mind finally registering what he said “You’re kidding, right?”

“Have I ever joked about something?” He grounds out and you shrug

“Well, there was that one ti-”

“We do not speak of that…” Vader muttered

“Alright then”

“No, no, no, no, it’s meant to be a smooth transition, you don’t pause in the middle of it, you have to keep going” You’d been berating him for the past fifteen minutes and still no progress had been made “If you weren’t wearing that clunky suit then perah-”

“I do not wear this suit just for the fashion, it has a proper use and I will not be taking it off for some video” He snaps, his hands falling to his knees as he tried to regulate his breathing

“Then how are you meant to throw your leg in the air if your codpiece and utility belt are in the way?” You cross your arms over your chest and lean against the wall, watching him falter as his mask whips to face you

“I could throw my leg in the air perfectly fine with my codpiece and utility belt” He seemed almost insulted at your words and you felt yourself biting back a snort

“Oh yeah? Then how about you give it a go”

“Alright” He shrugs, getting into the position before you stop him “What?”

“Why don’t you do the whole dance” You offer, picking up your datapad and setting it up so it could frame his large body

He hesitated before nodding and getting into the starting position “Ready” You quickly pressed the ten second timer before rushing to the sidelines, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you watched your husband attempt to perfectly execute the dance.

Your hand slapped over your mouth as you watched him smoothly drop to the ground, feeling a blush slowly rise to your cheeks when you realised that he was actually doing really well

When the song finally ended, Vader stood up from his position and sighed “Was that good enough for you?”

“I-i never took you for a dancer” You stuttered out, your hand dropping to your side as you looked at your husband

This had to be a dream...Right?

He walked over to the datapad and picked it up, watching the clip playback “I like this Tik Tok…” He murmurs to himself

~~~~

“Has anyone seen Lord Vader?” Admiral Piett asked yet another stormtrooper who shrugged in response

“Sorry sir, nobody has seen him around today. Perhaps you should ask his wife?” Piett nodded and started making his way towards your and Vader private quarters

“Lady Y/n?” Piett pressed the button on the side, letting the door slide open, he noticed you sitting on the bay window couch and watching the vast nothingness absentmindedly “Lady Y/n?”

“Hmm?” You hummed in response, not removing your attention from the view

“Have you seen Lord Vader?” He asks

You slowly turn your gaze towards him and smile softly “I think he’s in the recently refurbished meeting room on floor six...Though he’s always on his toes so he could be anywhere by now”

“Thank you my lady” He bows respectively before walking down the hall towards the turbolift

~~~~

Piett neared the meeting room when a raspy cough caused him to quickly turn on his feet and fall into a deep bow “Your Majesty”

“Ah, Admiral Piett, have you seen my apprentice?” Sidious asks, shuffling towards Piett

“I was just about to talk with him” Piett responds, his hands sitting firmly behind his back

“Lead the way, then” He gestures a claw like hand towards the empty corridor and Piett nods, taking an audible gulp before turning away from the Emperor and towards the meeting room

They could hear the music before the door even opened, but it didn’t prepare either men for what they were witnessing at that moment.

Vader seemed to be too engrossed in the song that he didn’t notice either presence until Palpatine let out a cough, causing Vader to stop mid-dance and turn to look at the two men who stood in the doorway, completely shell shocked

“Master, I didn’t see you there!” He exclaims

“Apparently not, Lord Vader. Too busy doing your…activity” He responds, walking towards his apprentice and dragging the Admiral along with him “How about you show us this activity”

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“What is taking them so long” Grand Moff Tarkin grumbles, walking through the unnaturally clean hallways towards the meeting room that you explained was where Vader and Piett should be “The meeting was supposed to have started nearly an hour ago”

He pressed the button on the side, letting the door slide open, his eyes widening at the sight in front of him.

Admiral Piett, The Emperor and Darth Vader were all standing in front of a datapad, doing something that he couldn’t fully comprehend.

“...I don’t get paid enough for this”

#darth vader x reader #crack #tiktok #fluff

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ladyvader23 · 4 years

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Stranger Danger

“Welcome home, Luke.”

Vader led (or rather dragged) the little five year old into the entryway of his home, setting down the one bag the boy had been given on the floor. The boy (his son!) stared wide-eyed at the crystal chandelier and at the living room beyond, clutching his worn stuffed lion like it was his lifeline. When it was clear this wasn’t the home he was used to, his lip began to tremble and he buried his face in the ratty mane.

Vader’s lips tightened. The boy still had yet to say a single word to him since he’d met him at the hospital. “I know it’s not your aunt and uncle's house. But you will like it. I promise.”

Luke’s only response was to tighten his grip on the lion.

Shit. He wasn’t good with kids. He didn’t know how he managed to get Leia to like him, let alone love him...but he’d had her since she was an infant. He hadn’t even known Luke existed until he received a call from the hospital informing him that not only had he been appointed the emergency guardian of his step-brother’s kid, but that the kid was actually his by blood.

How did this happen? He wondered for the billionth time. He’d found Leia shortly after birth, but it hadn’t occurred to him that Padme had given birth to twins. He never spoke to his step-brother, but even if he had, he didn’t know if he would have put two and two together even then.

But now Owen and Beru were dead, killed in a car crash. An accident Luke had been in as well, but survived with only a few scratches. So Vader had inherited not only an unknown son, but one that was terrified and confused.

It didn’t help that Vader was...scarred. Most kids ran away in fright. Luke didn’t, but it certainly hadn’t gotten him to open up, either.

He needed a way to get him to acclimate quickly. He was a busy man; he owned the supermall his three-story condo was attached to, after all. Even if he could easily work from home until Luke got settled, it probably wouldn’t help the boy if he was in meetings all day.

He considered the problem for a moment, before deciding on the perfect plan.

If he was too scared of him, maybe Leia could help ease him in. She was his twin, after all, and didn’t kids make friends with each other easily?

“Luke. Look at me.” Reluctantly, the boy pulled his face away from the lion (that would need good washing, he immediately decided). “Wait here. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Without another word, Vader turned on his heel and went to find Leia and the nanny.

Leaving Luke alone.

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Stranger danger!

Luke kept thinking over and over again. Aunt Beru had warned him that if he wasn’t careful, he could be kidnapped by a stranger, and she’d never see him again. She told him, and now he was driven away from his aunt and uncle to a scary new house by a scary looking man.

He wanted to scream. That’s what Beru said to do if a stranger took him. But he’d couldn’t, so now here he was, and the scary man was going to get a ‘surprise’ for him.

He was a stranger. It probably wasn’t a good surprise. It was probably a trick, like the tricks Uncle Owen played on him that resulted in him going to the doctors instead of McDonalds. What would the stranger bring back? A needle to give him a shot? Something to hit him with? A mean monster to eat him?

He was afraid, and he just wanted his aunt and uncle.

But now the scary man was gone, and he was alone. He wasn’t brave enough to scream. But then he looked at the front door, reached up and opened it, revealing the driveway, a parking lot, and then another huge building.

Maybe he could run away and hide in that building. The scary man wouldn’t find him there.

Luke took one last look at where the stranger had disappeared before turning and bolting out the door, running as fast as his little legs could carry him.

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“Why couldn’t you bring me home a sister?” Leia pouted as Vader carried her down the stairs.

“That’s not how it works.” Vader explained on a sigh.

“Why can’t Miss Jenny meet him? Is he going to have his own nanny?”

“No, Miss Jenny will nanny him too--”

“But I don’t wanna share!”

Maybe not being the only child in the house would be good for Leia, he decided, pausing on the second story landing. “Leia. Listen. Your brother...Luke...he’s scared. He...he didn’t know we existed.”

“Where’s he been? The store?” Leia frowned.

“No. He…” He wasn’t about to explain his complicated past to her, and he’d learned long ago not to say anything to her that he didn’t want repeated. “He was with other family. So, can you help me and be his friend?”

Leia tilted her head, her little curls bouncing around her shoulders. “Fine.”

“That’s my girl.” He turned the corner, heading down the last flight stairs...and froze, staring in horror at the wide open door.

“Where is he daddy?” Leia asked, looking around. “You said he was here.”

“I did…” He swallowed, trying not to panic, but the door was wide open and Luke was missing…

He ran down the last of the steps and to the door, hoping he’d see him not far from the condo.

Nothing. Just the parking lot full of cars, and the mall beyond.

“Fuck.” He breathed, earning him a gasp from his daughter as he set her down. “Go back to Miss Jenny. Now.” Already he was pulling his cell out to make a call to Mr. Piett, his mall manager.

Leia didn’t need to be told twice, but as she ran back up the stairs she shouted, “Miss Jenny, daddy said a bad word!”

Piett picked up on the second ring. “The shipment hasn’t arrived yet--”

“I don’t care about the damn shipment!” He all but roared into the phone. “My son is lost in the mall!” At least he hoped he was, not hit by a car or run off to who knew where, but even then kids were kidnapped from malls all the time--

“I...didn’t know you had a son…?”

“I didn’t either!” Shit, he had him for fifteen minutes and already he was gone! How was he that bad with children?! “Get all staff on high alert! I want security to sweep the area in and around the mall!”

“Yes sir...but...ah, what does your son look like?”

Vader reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose. Of course he didn’t have a picture. “He looks like Leia. Except blonde haired and blue eyed. And a boy.” Stupid. That was obvious, but he could hardly think straight. “He’s also holding a ugly stuffed lion.”

“We can work with that.” Then he paused. “Mr. Vader. We’ll find him.”

“You had better!” Vader snarled. “Or it’s everyone’s jobs!”

He couldn’t really fire his entire staff, but it didn’t matter.

Anything to find and protect Luke.

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The big building looked like one of those places his aunt sometimes liked to take him. When she did, they spent hours there. If he was good, she’d get him ice cream. But she wasn’t there, and there were a lot of people walking around that he didn’t know.

More strangers.

He clutched Biggs the lion closer, hurrying to get out of the way of the taller strangers. They didn’t look at him. They were busy talking to each other, or on the phone, and most of them carried big paper bags that were almost as big as him. Multiple times they bumped him or almost stepped on his toes.

He quickly found a almost empty store to hide in.

It wasn’t one of those stores his aunt liked. There weren’t any boring clothes in it. It had lots of tools, like the ones his uncle liked. It instantly relaxed him, and he wandered through the isles, smelling the familiar scent of rubber and metal.

When he stopped to look at a big huge barbecue like the one his uncle had, but way bigger, there was a panicked yelp somewhere in the store. Luke looked over just in time to watch a stranger run by the other end of the isle. He frowned, briefly wondering if he was running to the bathroom, then refocused on the grill.

“I think only five people in the world would want one that big,” he told Biggs. “That would like...like...make hot dogs for a million people! You’d need lots of friends to invite over.”

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“He definitely entered the mall, sir. Security caught him going into the mall, but we lost him in the crowd.”

If Vader wasn’t standing in front of Piett and Veers (head of security), he might have started banging his head on the wall.

Why? Why hadn’t he locked the damn door?!

“Get security in place at all exits. No one is to leave without being asked if they’ve seen him. If they have a kid that looks like him, ask for proof of identification. Find my son!”

“It’s already done, sir. We’ll find him.” Veers tried to sound calming, but it only made Vader’s panic turn to fury.

“Then do it!”

Veers gulped, glanced at Piett, then scurried off.

“We find missing children daily, sir.” Piett calmly reminded him. “We will find your son.”

He knew that. And yet it was different when it was his kid. The boy he hadn’t even known he’d had when he’d woken up that morning.

“Do you know what he likes? Maybe he’ll be drawn there…”

“I don’t know.” What kind of father was he? All he knew was that Luke liked his lion.

“What does Leia like? Maybe they have similar tastes.”

It was a good point, though he wouldn’t ever admit it. “The toy store.”

“I’ll ask the staff there to keep an eye out.”

When Piett turned and left his office, Vader sat back down in his chair and buried his face in his hands.

What would Padme say if she could see him now? Maybe Kenobi had been right to steal his--

No.

He was a good father. Unconventional, but he was. Leia’s love for him proved it.

He’d find Luke, and he’d try again.

He wasn’t going to give up.

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The smell of food had Luke riding the moving stairs up to the second floor, his tummy rumbling. When he got off, there were a bunch of restaurants huddled around a big open area. Lots of people sat at tables with their friends and families, eating food. Some of it looked icky, like the green leaf food, but others looked yummy like hamburgers.

He walked over to the food places...then stopped before he got in line. He didn’t have any money, or his aunt to get him food. He stuffed his hands into his pockets. Sometimes Aunt Beru put money in there for him to give to the school lunch lady, but she hadn’t done that today. He only had lint and an old sucker in there.

But his tummy rumbled again, and it sort of hurt. He hadn’t eaten since that morning, since before…

His gaze caught a tray of food left out on the table.

No one was around, and it looked like some of the food was eaten, but there were a bunch of fries just sitting there.

He liked fries.

He approached, reached up and grabbed the box...and paused.

Aunt Beru said stealing was bad. He needed to pay for the fries, or trade.

All he had was the old sucker.

“I hope they like cherry.” Luke told Biggs as he pulled the sucker out and put it on the tray. Then, he began walking away, stuffing fries into his mouth as he did so.

He was still wandering around, eating fries that had gone cold, when he heard his name over the speaker.

“....Be on the lookout for a blonde boy named Luke Skywalker…”

He stopped, freezing as he stared up at the ceiling where the voice was coming from.

They were mad he stole fries!

His chest began to heave and his legs shook. They were going to call the police, and he was going to get arrested! Maybe he should have traded for a grape sucker…

He dropped the fries and took off running.

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“Mr. Vader, we spotted him!” Veers came running into his office.

Vader was on his feet in an instant, ignoring whatever Piett was trying to tell him. “Where?!”

“He’s headed for Macy’s. We sent security…”

Vader was already moving.

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“Maybe we can live in the clothes, Biggs.” Luke frowned at the racks and racks of clothes stretching as far as he could see. He sometimes played inside of the clothes while his aunt shopped. She always got mad when she caught him, but it still seemed like a great hiding place.

Except that he’d have to live in clothes. He made a face. That sounded boring.

But where else was he going to hide from the police?

He began heading that way...and stopped when a Christmas tree caught his eye.

He frowned, tilting his head. It was taller than the one at his house, but Aunt Beru was good at decorating the tree. She even let him help.

Maybe she could help whoever decorated this tree.

Forgetting about hiding, he walked up to the stranger behind the desk that was next to the ugly tree. “Excuse me?”

The man didn’t look at him. He was talking to another adult who was handing him clothes.

“Excuse me?!”

The man looked down, opening his mouth, then froze, staring at him. “L-Luke?” He stammered.

Maybe he wasn’t a stranger, after all. He knew his name.

He pointed at the tree. “Your tree is ugly.”

He blinked down at him, then looked at the other woman. “I’m...sorry, you’ll have to excuse me…” then he leaned down to be at Luke’s level. He smiled, and despite his ugly tree, Luke decided he seemed nice. Just bad at tree decorating. “Why do you think the tree is ugly?”

Pleased that the man was going to listen to him, Luke began pointing at all the spots that didn’t have ornaments or ribbon. “My aunt says you can’t miss spots on the tree, or it’ll be naked.” He told him, quite seriously. The man was nodding, even as he pressed a button on his black box thing. “She could help you fix it, you know...though she’d need to buy new ornaments. We used all of ours on our tree.”

“It’s a good thing we sell those here.”

Luke brightened. “Do you have race car ones?”

“Maybe.”

His expression fell. “Maybe means no.”

“Maybe means maybe--”

“Luke!”

Luke jumped at the angry, deep voice and whirled around, wide eyed, and saw the scary man coming right for him. He squeaked. “Gotta go!”

“Grab him!”

The man, who Luke was now starting to think didn’t actually know him, grabbed his wrist firmly, but not so much that it hurt. Luke pulled, trying to escape, screaming as the scary man approached.

When the Scary Man knelt down in front of him, the other man let his wrist go. Luke tried to run, but the Scary Man’s arms wrapped around him, picking him up.

“No!” Luke shrieked. “Stranger danger!”

“No, I am your father--ouch, stop kicking me!”

“Aunt Beru says not to talk to strangers!”

“You were just talking to a stranger!”

“His tree is ugly!”

“I--” the man broke off, taking another look at the tree, then the man who’d tricked him. “James, that tree is ugly. Fix it.”

James cleared his throat. “Right away, sir.”

Then, before Luke could try to escape again, the Scary Man turned and carried Luke away. As he did so, Luke peered over the man’s shoulder, reached out to James and screamed, “Save me!”

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Vader was fairly certain that had security not been walking with him back to his office, the entire mall might have called the cops on him for kidnapping his own child.

Luke screamed the entire way back. Vader tried not to notice all the stares and whispers as they passed, and he breathed a sigh of relief when they entered his office, leaving security and everyone else outside.

This time, when he set Luke down, he made sure to lock the door.

Then he faced his newfound son who clutched that stupid lion and cowered away from him like he was some monster.

It wouldn’t be the first time, but it still hurt that it was coming from his son. He tried to remember that it wasn’t personal: the boy had, after all, been through a traumatic accident and didn’t know who he was.

Maybe that’s where he needed to start.

With a sigh, he slowly knelt down in front of him. The boy watched him warily, as if any wrong move and he’d be screaming again.

“Do you go to school, Luke?”

He frowned, his eyes narrowing and he hugged his animal closer. “Yeah.”

“Do the other kids have aunts and uncles?”

He shook his head. “No.”

“What do they have?”

“Mommies and daddies.”

Vader nodded. “Do you understand they’re not like aunts and uncles?”

He hesitated. “Yeah. But I don’t have a mommy and a daddy.”

Now Vader paused, pushing back the old pain of losing his beloved wife. “No. You don’t have a mommy. But you do have a daddy.”

Finally, Luke looked interested. “Who?”

Vader pointed to himself. “I’m your dad.”

Luke stared at him for a while, as if deciding to trust him. “What about Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen?”

He didn’t know how to explain death to a child. Leia hadn’t even started seriously asking about her mother yet, so he hadn’t had time to practice. What was he supposed to say to a child who’d just gone through something so traumatic and he didn’t even understand what it was yet? “They’re gone. They’ve...gone somewhere they can’t come back from.”

“Where?” Then before Vader could answer, he whispered seriously, “Canada?”

“...What?”

“My friend Biggs moved away to Canada. I can’t see him anymore. I named my lion after him. See?” Luke held up the ugly lion.

“Yes...I see. But no, your aunt and uncle went somewhere else. Somewhere no one can visit.”

“Oh.” Luke frowned. To Vader’s horror, tears began to well up in his eyes. “I didn’t get to say bye.”

Shit. He was terrible with tears. But as Luke sniffled and wiped his tears away with his lion (seriously, it was going in the wash as soon as they got home), Vader carefully scooped him up into his arms and held him.

They stayed that way for a long while.

Then, “You’re not mad I stole fries?”

He had a feeling he was in over his head with this child.

“No, I own the food court. But I am upset you ran away. Do you have any idea how scared I was for you?”

“You were scared?” Luke looked up into his face. Vader was pleased to see he didn’t flinch away from his scars.

“Yes. Very. Don’t leave me like that again. Do you understand?”

Luke nodded.

“Very good.” Vader stood, still holding him in his arms. “Now. How about the surprise I was trying to give you before you ran away?”

He gave him a suspicious look. “Is it a monster?”

He couldn’t help it. He laughed, something he rarely did. “Not exactly.”

#darth vader #luke skywalker #star wars fanfic #alternate universe #crack fic #dad vader #he's terrible at parenting #except when he's not #he tries so hard #little luke skywalker #my writing #fanfic

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zoryany · 4 years

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“Do not give me that look.” for the royal imperial Skywalker AU ;)

Royal Imperial Skywalker AU - previous parts

Prompt me!

He hadn’t seen Han since dinner the night before, having been sent straight to his room following the conversation with his parents. Luke sensed his... guest had fallen asleep before he’d made it back to his own room, and he sighed as he settled in for the night, not wanting to think about what would be waiting for him in the morning. The conversations were far from over, and though he could suspect that he was living in a fantasy if he thought his relationship with Han could persist, Luke still worried about what was to come next.

When he regained consciousness the next morning, Luke nearly leapt out of his skin when the first thing he saw in the dim light of his room was Leia perched on the foot of his bed.

“What are you doing here?!” he shouted, jolting upright in his bed.

His sister met him with a single raised brow. “We haven’t had the chance to talk in private since you got back.” She sounded almost bitter about that. “So you aren’t going anywhere until we do.”

It had been several years since they’d shared a room but, even now, Luke could still feel a pang of discomfort when they were apart for prolonged periods of time. As children, the two of them were nearly inseparable, either one of them throwing a tantrum if they were kept apart for too long. Probably the hardest thing about running from home was being away from Leia for so long. But, with all the excitement of the last day, Luke just wanted some peace. The night prior hadn’t been nearly long enough.

“C’mon, Leia,” he groaned. “I just woke up. I’m not prepared for this conversation in the least.”

The laugh his sister let out was sharp and nearly derisive, acidity emanating across their bond. “Yeah, well, you should’ve thought about that before you ran away. I’ve hardly spoken to you since you got back - at least, not in private - and as your sister and twin, I demand answers.”

Running his fingers through his hair, Luke sighed. He had missed Leia. He did want to tell her everything, to reconnect and feel his twin be right there for him, once again. But he was still tired - still trying to sort through everything from the night before.

“You know you’re the first person I wanted to talk to about any of this.” Luke finally peeled back his covers and pulled himself out of bed, sluggishly dragging himself towards his closet. “If I had my way, we could’ve had a proper heart to heart before Mother and Father pulled me aside.” Rifling through his clothes, Luke picked out the most comfortable and casual outfit he owned, calling out to Leia as he changed from his pajamas. “Unfortunately, you know as well as I do how they can get.”

Emerging from the doorway of his wardrobe, he found Leia standing just outside its threshold. “Yeah, I suppose I do...” For a moment, she looked sympathetic, but a second later she punched him lightly on his upper arm and resumed her position on his bed. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you left me, little brother, and I’m still deciding what it’s going to take for me to forgive you.”

“I’m older,” Luke protested, automatically, striding to take a seat on his bed as well. “ - Nevermind, that doesn’t matter. You know what it was like on our birthday, though. How much it all was. I just... couldn’t take any more.”

For a long moment that seemed to stretch on into eternity, she regarded him, as though appraising everything she thought she knew about her other half. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft and pained. “I know. I was there. But... you didn’t even try to talk to me - to any of us...”

Do you know what you mean to us?

The guilt rose in Luke once again, because really, he didn’t. And perhaps he’d been selfish, through it all, focusing solely on their actions and how they treated him rather than what they might feel or actually want for him. No, he had not doubted their intentions, but his consideration for them had fallen to the wayside in his desire to have some time to himself. He’d never wanted to harm any of them any more than they ever wanted to harm him. They were, he supposed, all too stubborn to recognize this fact in the moment.

When Luke couldn’t immediately find the words, Leia cut in again, her expression shifting completely. “Your hair is a mess, you know.” True, he hadn’t cut it in weeks... “I bet that’s gonna be the next thing Mother has to say to you.”

He grimaced, but tried to laugh it off. “Maybe, but Han likes it, at least.” Leia’s look instantly shifted, her expression appearing as though she’d swallowed a bug whole. “Oh, c’mon, don’t give me that look.”

“What do you see in him?” she demanded. “You can do so much better, Luke.”

“I’m glad you think so, sis,” he said, rolling his eyes, “but I do happen to think he’s just right. His co-pilot is quite the character, too. You’d like Chewie. Wookiees make excellent companions.”

It was Leia’s turn to roll her eyes, meeting him with that penetrating glare she’d mastered at an early age. “Oh, I’m certain I would, but I would have never expected you to take up with a... scoundrel like him.”

He couldn’t help the frustration that began to build within him. Nobody understood Luke better than Leia, but those sentiments were disconcerting, to say the least. “Oh yeah? And who did you expect me to take up with? Some spoiled noble who’s known nothing but luxury? That isn’t me, Leia, and you know it.”

She met him with a funny sort of look, one he couldn’t quite interpret, and her mind suddenly became blocked off. “You’re right... I do know that, but - Luke, I worry you don’t understand your worth. I’m not convinced that Solo recognizes it, either, and I just - you know I have only ever wanted the best for you.”

Luke’s feelings about that were conflicted. On the one hand, he was so grateful for how much his family cared for him, especially his sister, who was the other part of his soul. On the other, though, he was growing increasingly tired of the prejudice they were all directing towards Han.

“Leia... Han didn’t know who I was until just a couple days ago.” That also hadn’t been by choice. It was incredible, what a few weeks of growing his hair and becoming unkempt could do, when it came to appearing entirely different than the well-known Imperial Prince. It was only when a certain Admiral Piett had arrived on Ord Mantell that he’d had to reveal his identity to Han. And when he had... “It didn’t make a difference to him. He was, well, reasonably shocked, but he still just.. he’s only ever seen me as Luke, and not some prince to be worshipped. And before you say anything about what I supposedly deserve, that’s really all I’ve ever wanted from anyone. So the fact that he’s always seen me for me has been... refreshing. And I don’t want to lose that.”

As much as he’d always been able to read his sister, when her shields were up, he had difficulty interpreting Leia’s expressions. There were so many conflicting emotions flickering across her face that he simply did not know where to start, but she made it stony and attempted to remain nonchalant. “I understand that,” she conceded,” but I don’t understand the appeal of someone like... him. I’m sure you’d be able to find someone a little less... infuriating, if you tried.”

Oh, no. That didn’t bode well. Leia had never been discriminatory against those who held a lower social status than them, but it was easy enough for her to slip into something resembling as much when someone insulted her.

“Leia... what did he say?”

Suddenly, she appeared awkward, nearly scandalized. “What makes you think he said anything?”

Shaking his head, Luke tried to make his laugh as breezy as humanly possible. “Because. I know you, and I know him. And you wouldn’t be this vehemently against him if he hadn’t said something.”

A knock at the door saved Leia from answering directly, but it did give her an entirely new direction to head towards.

“Luke?” came Han’s hesitant voice before the door cracked open. “Are are you - oh. Ahh, hi, Princess. Nice to, um, it’s good to see you.”

“Likewise,” came Leia’s cold reply. “You know,” she continued, “you should maintain the proper respect when addressing the Imperial Prince. To you, he is Your Highness. Or Prince Skywalker.”

Han raised his brows, scoffing. “Yeah, lady, I think the two of us are a bit beyond that, at this point.”

Luke groaned, not wanting to deal with this conflict quite this early. “Please, you two, not now. Can we just be civil? I know everyone has reasons to be upset with me but... Can I just have five minutes to collect myself?”

“Oh!” scoffed Leia. “You better believe we all have reasons to be upset with you. I thought, as twins, we had some kind of agreement when it came to honesty.”

“Yeah!” Han chimed in. “Don’t forget that we still gotta talk about why you never told me who you really were.”

This... was not what he’d wanted. At all. Just seconds before, he’d seen Leia showing Han disdain, looking down on him for his choices in partners. Now, out of the blue, they were both ganging up on him, and Luke decidedly did not like it.

“Alright!” he shouted. “Whatever. What do you want from me? What do you want me to say? That I just wanted to have someone - anyone - treat me like a normal person? To look at me like... like Luke, and not the Imperial Prince? To find someone worthy of my time and, hells, my heart, who knew me for me and not my heritage? Because if that’s the case, well, you both have wanted the same thing for me. And I’m sorry I lied to you both, but, well, if you can come up with an alternate plan, I’d love to hear it!”

Both his sister and his guest appeared taken aback. It was rare for Luke to engage in such an outburst, but he felt good in doing so. It was a weight off his chest. “I - I love you both,” he declared, stating as much to Han for the first time (and, Force, wasn’t that something...), but Luke looked at the two of them with a matching intensity. “I’m not expecting the two of your to like each other, but I do hope the both of you can respect what I want and why I’ve done what I have.”

As different as Han and Leia were, the expressions they wore were nearly identical. Of course, it was Leia who spoke first, her diplomatic prowess coming through, but he could sense a similar sentiment from Han.

“You know we care for you,” Leia insisted. “You must. And... we know that you care for us. But...” The hesitation in his sister’s voice was unknowingly mirrored in Han’s body language. “Do you get what it does when you leave without a trace?”

“Or when you hide the truth?” It was eerie to see Han so easily align with Leia’s point of view.

“I guess...” Luke really hadn’t considered it. He always tried to do right by his loved ones, but when his desire for freedom took hold, he sometimes forgot how his actions could affect them. “I am sorry, to both of you. And to Mother and Father. I... I don’t regret running. If I hadn’t, I’d never met Han.” Leia’s expression soured, slightly, but there was understanding echoing across their connection. “But I do... well, knowing what I know now, I wish I’d gone about it differently.”

Something like triumph lit up his sister’s face, mirrored in a more subtle way in Han’s features, and Luke felt that he’s managed to appease them both, even if he’d wronged them somehow in the process.

“Yeah,” agreed Leia, “you’re not wrong there. Glad to see you’ve come to your senses.” She turned a heavy look towards Han before grinning back at Luke. “Well, the two of you have exactly fifteen minutes before I barge back in here. We aren’t done talking, Luke, but I’m not about to push you in this state. Just know that you still have a lot to say - both to me and our parents.”

As Leia breezed out of the room, Luke hoped desperately that Han would not say anything about what his sister had just said. Thankfully, the smuggler knew better, and chose to focus on the present, instead.

He knew there was a reason he had been drawn to this particular captain.

#imperial royal skywalker family au #luke skywalker #leia organa #luke and leia #han solo #han and luke #luke and han and leia #skysolo #my writing #star wars fic #ahh yes...#space twins and the trio #At Last

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kaelinaloveslomaris · 7 years

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(Disclaimer: I am strange and plot bunnies kick me until I tell somebody. Apologies). Has anyone ever wondered what would happen if a xenomorph got aboard the Executor? Like, how many crew members are going to die, and do people notice or is it more like "Ah, Vader is angrier than usual this week"? And if the thing meets Vader, would it think he's one of their species because of shiny black armor? (Bonus if Luke is somewhere aboard like "DAD CAN YOU COME GET ME? I REGRET EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW")

Oh lord and lady… This would be a nightmare. I think they’re going to notice, depending on how the xenomorph got on board. Was it already full grown, or are we dealing with a face hugger first? Because if we have baby xenomorphs bursting out of some Imp’s chest, they’re gonna notice.

But, if they somehow picked up a fully grown xenomorph, it might take longer to realize the thing’s aboard. Vader might be the first to notice, or Piett, if officers start disappearing and Vader is pretty sure he didn’t kill them. Also I bet that thing’s gonna be giving off some weird vibes in the Force.

It might decide to leave Vader alone, because he doesn’t much look like prey and it can’t really use him as a host.

Oh gosh… Get that thing away from Luke. Don’t touch him. Vader will fight that thing off. I bet the Force would be pretty useful in fighting xenomorphs. Maybe he can just snap its neck or something.

I am now going to have nightmares, thank you anon. :P (Alien is one of the very few movies that have managed to keep me scared after the credits roll.) (But that’s okay, because I have chronic nightmares anyways.) Don’t stop sending weird asks. :)

#asks #xenomorphs #the lady executor #darth vader #the ashes call my name #luke skywalker #this precious child #you're my dark star

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musewrangler · 1 year

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Oh you are the coolest for asking this. And also---this is HARD. I love all my stories!!! xD

With the caveat that I love them all for numerous reasons, I shall pick five in no particular order.

Mirjahaal. Big story, big cast, but deeply satisfying to write. I think it's the most I've ever included the Organas, which was a nice angle to have. And of course I loved letting Piett adopt Matthew.

Rebellions Are Built On Hope. Well we all know I have Leia unofficially adopted by the Admiral. Why not an au where it's official? :D Loved doing this. Also the Veers and Piett angle of enemies to besties will never NOT get old for me.

Showdown At Alliance Ranch. It's really niche and not everyone's cup of tea. Star Wars Western? But it was one that absolutely flowed from my brain and I could SEE the gorgeous place in Wyoming so it is dear to me for all the details that painted such a clear picture in my mind.

Brothers In Arms. Letting Veers and Piett meet as young men for the first time was a great angle. I ADORED bringing in Myra and all the details of this set against the backdrop of eventually entering canon events.

The Dragon Speaker. My first foray into true fantasy. I LOVED making the Lady a dragon and letting Piett fly on her back. And I had a great deal of fun illustrating it as well. I also like writing gooddad!Anakin and this one was an example of that.

Thank you for this!

#star wars #star wars original trilogy #star wars au #my own fic recs #fic recs #star wars fanfic #firmus piett #admiral piett #general veers #leia organa #star wars fandom

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musewrangler · 2 years

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers (◠‿◠✿) (if you feel like it!!)

Oh very fun. I can manage a little introspection then. ;D

Admittedly, like most of us, I love all my stories, so this isn't as easy as it seems. I apparently operate under the impression that I can hurt the feelings of my fics so I will tread lightly. ;D

FIDELITY--I have had a lovely time creating the Empire Reimagined universe. I have another mapped out as we speak, waiting for summer so I can properly tackle it. But this courtroom drama fic is dear to my heart. It focuses very heavily on two sets of relationships---Anakin and his two senior officers and Luke and Leia as they strive to save those three. I loved delving deeply into loyalty and the nature of friendship, family and found family. Leia really comes into her own in this fic as well. It was great to brush off my legal brain for the court scenes and I had a fantastic time picturing Luke and Leia facing down several hundred storm troopers on their own too.

A STAR TO STEER BY---

My dear Piett decided he loved tall ships and who was I to deny him a story? So I placed all my favorite Star Wars characters into the Napoleonic period and had a great time letting them fight numerous battles ending with Trafalgar. [Essentially] This was the first fic I illustrated as well and it was delightful to play with period costume for all of our people. Let's face it---the British naval uniform of the period was pretty sharp. And our guys make it look good. I worked really hard to study naval practice and terms from the time. I'm not an expert, but I like a certain level of realism.

SHOWDOWN AT ALLIANCE RANCH---

I know this one was very off the reservation for most people. Star Wars as a Western? Really?

Yep. And I was ok with the niche appeal and small readership. It was such FUN to write! It was one of those stories that really almost wrote itself with all the appropriate tropes. Piett as the good hearted Sherrif. Veers as his faithful friend the Marshall. Leia the ranchowner with a tragic past. The vigilante Vader with his mysterious origins. Evil land baron Palpatine....yeah, I had a blast. The Lady is a horse in this one as is Artoo and the Falcon. No they're just horses, but I tried to get a bit of their personalities in there.

MIRJAHAAL--

A rather long story that began largely because I liked the idea of Piett adopting my OC Matthew Scraps from a young age and them having each other as we went into the original trilogy events [with some tinkering by me of course] It also features Luke and Leia being raised together on Alderaan knowing that their Father is Anakin Skywalker, but having to find out that he is Vader. Zevulon Veers gets to live as well and we follow them all growing up in the Rebellion. I loved the drama and action I got to play with in this story, but most of all I confess to LOVING Piett being a dad with Matt.

REBELLIONS ARE BUILT ON HOPE---

On the Dad theme....

This story was borne of a one shot I did where numerous possible realities showed up in Leia's visions. One of these was her being raised by Piett after the Organas were killed when she was eight. That muse didn't leave me alone and I eventually wrote this full length story. I loved elements like Veers and Piett meeting on the battlefield of Hoth, Vader's choices, and of course Leia being the adopted daughter of Firmus and their sweet relationship.

I also enjoyed adding Ahsoka and Rex more fully into my work for the first time in this story and placing all these characters together for this adventure made for a blast to write.

Thank you for the ask, dear Kanerallels. xxx

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musewrangler · 3 years

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In honor of OT Week here’s a little one shot I wrote a while back. My favorite film is The Empire Strikes Back.

This story is entitled— Piett’s Promotion

(In my work, the Lady is sentient and Veers didn’t die on Hoth)

He lost track of how many hours he had spent on the bridge, ruthlessly clamping down on his emotions. He had hated the man, it was true. And had suffered at his hands. But he had not ever wished that death upon him. He could still hear Ozzel’s wet chokes and see his bulging eyes, mere feet from himself. That last, desperate gurgle as he turned toward Piett-- as though the Captain could do anything against the Force. The thud of his body---it sounded like someone had dropped a bag of meat on the deck.

Lord Vader on the holoscreen, dispassionately squeezing the life from the man and calmly informing Piett what he wanted done with the fleet.

You are in command now, Admiral Piett.

So he went through the motions of being in command. Of taking reports. Checking duty rosters. Speaking to the morgue about the disposal of Ozzel’s body. Force . Writing to his family, because someone should.

Then---the asteroid field. His Lady, his fleet now, going to their destruction. And he had tried.

Three years he had worked with Vader and he had watched the obsession for finding Skywalker grow. Say what you would about Vader, and people did, he had seemed to genuinely care about Death Squadron, about the men and ships that served him faithfully. And he was being ordered to take that Squadron to their deaths, throw all that away, to find that damn ship.

So he had tried. He knew his life was forfeit. He went to Vader. His bridge crew clearly believed he would not return from that meeting. Veers had commed him as he walked to Vader’s quarters and begged him not to go. But he had to. For the sake of the men. For the sake of his Lady. And was told it was not an excuse. Vader was willing for the Lady, the pride of the fleet, his flagship, to be horrifically damaged, if not destroyed, in this obsessive quest.

The only moment in his entire career that Piett appreciated hearing from the Emperor happened just in time.

They had moved out of the asteroid field and Piett had an entirely new burden as damage reports flooded his datapad and alarms blared around the Lady’s bridge. So he did what he had to---he ordered repairs, he checked casualty reports, at one point, he personally had his hands in some of the Lady’s wiring, repairing damage to her bridge deflector shield.

And then…..

Avenger reported they had her.

Piett had served with Needa at one point. They weren’t quite friends, they hadn’t had time for that, but he liked the man and thought he was a good officer. And a good man.

So good that he felt he needed to shield his men from Vader’s unpredictable wrath. And for the second time in 48 hours, Piett had to stand by as another larynx was crushed and this time, Vader mocked his prey.

Apology accepted Captain Needa.

And all of Piett’s emotions must be silenced. Because he had his own men to think of. If he was to die, some other poor bastard would be Admiral. He would rather kill himself trying to save them than have Vader crush his throat.

At some point, and he genuinely couldn’t say when in the eternity he experienced, Captain Kelly had walked up to his side, carefully removed the datapad he found he’d been clenching in his hands, and quietly murmured, “Admiral, I have the bridge. Please sir, go and rest.”

Piett had stared at him a beat and then realized that he was being given a reprieve.

“You have the bridge, Captain,” he’d said in automatic tones that must have been his and then he was turning to walk as straight and confident as he could toward the blast doors.

First hurdle cleared, he made it to the turbolift where he allowed himself to lean against the wall for support.

There had been a time when he thought that Vader actually gave a damn about his men. That he was building something which Piett was proud to be part of. But this consuming obsession…..

His deck. He felt as though he was watching someone else as his boots moved slowly toward the Admiral’s quarters---his quarters.

Someone other than himself (perhaps Captain Kelly) had ordered his things transported here, and Ozzel’s removed. He could still smell the chemicals that the cleaning crew had used, to prepare it for their new admiral. He wondered if the smell would have faded by the time the next admiral was installed here. For he had no illusions. His death was coming swiftly in this mad chase for Skywalker.

One of his miniature trees was tipped over. In automatic response, he carefully righted it, scooping the dirt back in with his fingers. They were trembling.

Force. He needed a drink. He didn’t care if he was commed---he was going to die anyway, might as well add some liquid courage to face it.

He stumbled to the cabinet and found his liquor collection neatly put away. He found the strongest one he had--something from Dathomir--- and a glass, and poured it full, cursing the shaking in his hands as it spilled on the floor.

He stumbled to his sofa and sat, taking a long fiery drink, and then set the glass on the table, and managed to remove his hat and gloves. He unfastened the top of his duty jacket and found himself gazing at his very gleaming brand new Admiral bars.

Kriff it. He’d hated Ozzel but this had not been the way he wanted a promotion. Six hundred men had died today as a direct result of travelling through an asteroid field.

Dear family, I’m so sorry to write to you to inform you of the death of your son/father/brother. They were pulverized by a completely unnecessary asteroid trip because our commander has lost his kriffing mind over a Rebel pilot.

Piett took another long drink and poured another. As he made a good start on it, the lights of his quarters dipped into indigo.

He laugh/sobbed. “Yes lady, I am sad. That word…….doesn’t begin to cover what I’m feeling I’m afraid.”

Icey blue light--her color for fear. “Yes, literally afraid. I’m likely going to be dead soon….” He put the glass down again and buried his face in his hands.

The Lady. What would happen if he died next? Would Vader take care of her? Today’s actions didn’t seem to indicate that he would. Piett had to find a way to survive. Someone had to try and stand between Vader’s madness and this ship and crew.

The icey blue was flashing at him as he lifted his face and he realized that she was frightened at his words.

“I’m sorry….I’m sorry, Lady, I will do my best not to be. Lord Vader is….can you sense that he is not….right?”

Her regular lights flashed. <Yes>

He finished his glass and his head swam.

“Lady, if…..if…..I can’t, then you must take care of this crew. Do not let Lord Vader hurt you, do you understand?”

And that was dangerously close to treason, even in his rather intoxicated ears.

She flashed her lights and gave him indigo again.

“I’m sorry, Lady, but you need to be prepared, if I……” he reached for the bottle again, and suddenly strong hands were taking it from him, and he followed the hands with his eyes up to the deeply compassionate gaze of the General.

“Enough, Firmus.” He set the bottle somewhere out of sight and came around the sofa to kneel in front of Piett and begin undoing his duty jacket.

The Admiral’s swimming brain was struggling now, between the alcohol and the exhaustion of terror.

“Max. You’re in sickbay.” He raised a finger to point at him. “You will be in soooooo much trouble with Henley.”

“I discovered today, much to my shock,” Veers began, helping Piett shrug out of the jacket and reaching for his boots next, “that underneath multiple layers of baked on cynicism and appalling condescension, the Doctor might possibly have a heart. When he heard you were on a path to throw yourself between Vader and this crew, he let me go early. And your Lady got my attention a short while ago by blinding me with that white light she’s chosen for you.”

The General had finished wrestling off his boots and Piett noted the still pink and healing lines on his face from his injuries on Hoth.

“Now,” said Veers firmly. “I would say congratulations, but this is not the time and I’m so kriffing sorry that it happened this way, Firmus.”

“He was right next to me,” Piett whispered, and found himself irrationally angry that his hands were still shaking. “I need one more drink, Max, I’ve got to keep it together….”

“You do need one more drink, Admiral, but not alcohol.” The General rose and procured a glass of water which he came back and handed carefully to his friend. “That’s an order, drink it all. I found out how long you were on the bridge, and you are no doubt dehydrated. Drinking that much….” he looked back at the bottle, “damn when you go for it, you really do, don’t you? Dathomirian vodka? Yes, more water it is.”

Piett did not like the feeling of crumbling, but it was happening and he couldn’t make it stop. He tried anyway. “Techina---telechni---kriff, technically , I outrank you now, General Veers.”

He saw Max pause and glance at him with an eyebrow raised. “Well. Even plastered, trust you to know your military protocols by heart. That is true, Admiral .”

Piett flinched at the title. Veers relented, getting more water silently and snagging the duvet from the bed in the other room.

Don’t be comforting Max. I can’t. I will break utterly and I don’t think I have time for that.

Another glass of water was shoved into his hands and then his duvet was draped around his shoulders. Veers seated himself close to his friend.

“I know you pretty well now Firmus, would you agree?”

Piett just nodded, drinking the water, letting it slide down a throat that was feeling tighter by the moment.

Like Ozzel’s, like Needa’s.

“So I hope you can trust me enough to believe what I’m going to say.” Veers paused, considering. “A great deal of bantha poodo has occurred in the last several days. Hoth was a success in some ways. But I lost three walkers.”

“I’m sorry, Max I should have….”

“You should have nothing, Firmus. You haven’t had a single second to breathe until now and I know it. My point is, that our commander is…..not what we had hoped. But we both have men under our command and I know that you care about that. If what I overheard you telling the Lady is any indication…..you don’t expect to make it much longer.”

Piett shuddered involuntarily and in a rare move (he must look pathetic) Veers got an arm around him.

“I’m here to tell you, that you must . Keep your head down, follow orders, do your best as you always do, and hope that Lord Vader remembers that you are one of his most competent and loyal officers.”

And he would like to find some shreds of hope in that, he would, but….

“Did you…..” he cleared his throat and gave another attempt. “Did you hear about Needa?”

A pause. Veers sighed. “Yes. Kriff it. Were you there for that too?”

And the throat that was now unbearably tight wouldn’t work for him to make any words, and Piett leaned forward to hide his face in his hands as his shoulders shook.

Veers’ arm tightened around him.

“Get it out here, Firmus, it won’t help to try and bury that. I’ll be here as long as you need.”

You are in command now, Admiral Piett.

#star wars original trilogy #star wars #otweek2021 #firmus piett #general veers #ssd executor #the empire strikes back #ao3 fanfic

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