"Are you my real father?"
At first Vader found himself unable to answer the question. The child's big, brown eyes peered up at him with such intensity - a mixture of fear, determination and fascination. She tilted her head to the side, her frail form shifting slightly closer to him. He could snap her like a twig without even touching her, he could simply think the thought and the deed would be carried out.
He should kill her.
But he hesitated.
In her expression, he saw his mother's wisdom. He saw Padmé's courage. He saw his own stubborness. He took entirely too long to form the reply to what should have been a simple inquiry.
Yes or no.
"Are you?" the child spoke again, her voice tougher this time, as if she was actively demanding his honesty.
Vader found himself compelled to speak, as if the entirety of the universe was fighting to drag the truth out of his cold, withered heart. As if the Force itself was urging him.
"Yes," he admitted with a nod, and the surrender came far too easy.
"What is your name?"
The child approached slowly, her fear ebbing away into an incredulous curiosity. Her tiny hand came up, seemingly reaching for him but it ended up suspended mid air. Reluctant to cross the final bridge, even as the girl tilted her head backwards to fix Vader's stare. She seemed too wise for her meager age, too perceptive for a mere ten year old.
"Darth Vader."
The child shook her head.
"No, your real name."
Vader wanted to deflect, wanted to tell the girl that there was no other name.
But it would be a lie, one she had already seen through. Finally, her tender fingertips grazed a rough black glove, her tiny hand cautiously coming to rest over synthetic knuckles. Vader wished he could have felt more than the simple whispered suggestion of a touch. More than a ghost would have been heaven, freeing him from this agony.
'Tell me,' the child's eyes pleaded, as she caressed the back of Vader's hand as if to encourage him.
There was a short moment of silence, then the words spilled forth.
"Anakin Skywalker," he confessed.
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Han *slaps the Millennium Falcon affectionately*: This bad girl is the best ship in the entire galaxy.
*camera pans over to Leia who looks unimpressed*
Leia *out of earshot*: The Millennium Falcon is the type of ship that you got to hit to start, but only after tapping the steering twice and jumping on the loose floor panel just right.
(Thanks @soliloquy-of-nemo for the idea ha)
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Not sure if anyone already said this but...
It was very randomly sweet that Bail my icon Organa told Obi wan that if Vader now knows of the kids, Owen will need help and the boy will need protection and that EVEN if Obi Wan and thus Leia are gone, he will go to Tattooine?
We stan adoptive parents supremacy in this saga
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We don’t talk about Leia killing Jabba enough. Her grandmother and father were born into slavery. Her blood was that of the desert sand and the shackles of bondage. Leia was never more a Skywalker than the day she strangled her slave master with the very chains he used to bind her. The daughter of Anakin Skywalker was the one who killed Tatooine’s most notorious slaver, and I find that really beautiful.
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fix-it au problems: anakin must have to lean down for EVERY family photo
(commission info // kofi support!)
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