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Back From the Future: Episode VI The Clone Wars by Ariel_Sojourner In which Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader travel back in time together to the Clone Wars era, have amazing adventures, and save the galaxy.

The Rod is Mightier Than the Lightsaber by Anonymous In which Luke sacrifices himself on Cymoon-1 to make sure everyone else gets away, and Vader takes things too far before figuring out that this insolent young Rebel is his son.

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

Black Squadron by Azalea_Scroggs Where Luke goes to the Imperial Academy with Biggs, but is loyal to the Empire and ends up as a pilot in Vader's TIE fighter squadron...

Civil Wars, Whistleblower Tactics, Schematic Drafting, And The Finer Points Of Sith Adoption: The Essential How-To Guide For The Engineering Jedi by Jackdaw_Kraai When Luke Skywalker—operating under the name of Luke Lars—accepts a job offer from none other than Darth Vader to become the next Head Engineer aboard his flagship, The Executor, a.k.a. The Lady, he hardly expected his life to take as much of a turn as it did. Learning how to navigate his way through the microcosm of culture that is the Lady, Luke finds that life is far from quiet in his new home. Friendships and rivalries are made, inventions and politics throw everything into disarray, and throughout it all, Luke and Vader slowly find themselves drawn closer to each other, much to the relief and awe of many of the Lady's crewmembers. Follow our favorite engineer from the twin suns as he goes from strangers, to friends, to adoptive family with his mysterious new mentor, and changes the face of the galaxy forever in the process. There are mysteries about the past to be unraveled, inventions to be made, wars to be fought, and family bonds to be forged in the fires of revolution and rebellion. They say that Darth Vader has no heart, that the Empire and its Emperor are eternal, that the Jedi are dead and gone, and that nothing will ever change. "They" have obviously never met Luke Skywalker before.

A/N: Pre-Sith!Luke featuring Dad!Vader, inspired by my own post about Vader finding toddler Luke on Tatooine and spiriting his son to Mustafar. Likely the first of many little snippets of this au!

Through the glass of the bacta tank, Vader can see Luke playing with a small assortment of soft toys and blocks carved into the shapes of various ships, all under Vaneé’s watchful eye and the protection of his own red-clad Imperial Guards, ever at attention.

No one would ever be able to reach them here, this deep into the castle, so far beneath the planet’s surface that the durasteel walls of the sub-chambers often glow with the heat of the magma they hold at bay. The guards are overkill, Vader is just as lethal within the tank, relieved of his prosthetics, as he is without, but Luke is small and defenseless; the guards are as much his now, as they are Vader’s.

And Vaneé, well . . . Luke does need a minder.

The force tugs hard at the back of Vader’s mind, a summons that he cannot, will not, ignore.

‘Master,’ Vader acknowledges, eyes slipping shut to focus on the connection.

‘Lord Vader. It seems you have found yourself a new pet.’

There’s amusement in Sidious’ energy, laced with with the barest flush of grim curiosity. Vader knows this tone. He’s learned to be wary of his Master’s lack of obvious judgement in moments like these.

‘Yes, my Master.’ Vader acknowledges, knowing honesty is the only safe path for his son. ‘A force-sensitive child that shows promise as an Inquisitor. Too young yet to be trained, but open to influence.’

A pause. A hesitation. In himself or his Master, he cannot determine.

‘I advise you do not to get too attached, my apprentice. I sense your feelings are more . . . paternal in nature than you might yet understand. Your judgement in this matter is clouded by your past loss.’

Vader quashes the rush of rage that shifts through him at his Master’s barb, preventing it from touching their connection.

‘I admit I am . . . grieving still, my Master, but I am working to channel that emotion into something more substantial. This child is not the first I have taken a guiding hand to, and he will not be the last. When the time comes, he will be loyal to the Sith, or he will be eliminated.’

‘When it is time, bring the child to me, so we may determine the proper path for him, as with the others. I trust your judgement, Lord Vader. I also trust you will be capable of doing what must be done should the boy not meet expectations.’

‘I will not hesitate, my Master, as I have not faltered before.’

The connection is severed, and a soft knocking against the glass brings Vader’s attention away from his anger and down to Luke; so very small, slapping his hand against the glass trying to get his father’s attention. Even like this — even as he looks upon Vader in all his hideous, mangled glory — Luke holds a ship high in his hand, unafraid, excitement and pride rolling off him with such intensity that Vader can’t help the smile that tugs his scarred lips to the point of breaking.

I’m an angst writer through and through after all :p

8 months after ROTJ, Padme is living with the Lars under a different name and raising her twins on the farm. In that time of isolation, she makes an account on the Galaxies most popular streaming app! Her innocent hobby and outlet goes downhill when a Sith Lord she was hiding from one day finds her, realizes she is alive and duets her video, thus- losing her anonymity

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She tilted her head in confusion, she didn’t recognize the user, UwU_Piett. As far as she knew, they didn’t have a big presence on the app. So- why was everyone blowing up her media about it?

“The emperor’s lap dog??”

Originally this was going to be about Anakin but I got stuck and had this idea for Luke. Hope you guys like it! Asks/comments are appreciated <3

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Luke couldn’t breathe. Panic clouded his thoughts and his thigh felt like it was on fire. They put a chip in his thigh. A fucking chip. 

“You can’t do this!” he screamed. “I’m free born! I’m free born!” 

A guard slammed the butt of his blast rifle into the side of Luke’s head, almost knocking him down. “Shut up!” 

Luke whimpered, the chains digging into the skin on his wrists and neck. Not only was he chipped, but they had collared him as well. Never in his life had he ever felt so degraded and inhuman. He wanted this to be a nightmare. It was horrible but it would be a relief to wake up. 

“I’m free born,” he whispered to himself, making sure the guard wouldn’t hear him. “I’m the first free born skywalker. I will never be a slave.” 

With desperation and hysteria, he mumbled it to himself over and over. Luke needed the reassurance that he could get out of this. 

 He was eventually forced to stop his muttering when the chain connected to his collar and wrists was yanked on. It choked him, forcing him to stand on shaky legs.

“We’ll be sure to get a pretty price on you,” the guard sneered, a smug look on his face. “Many would pay anything to get their hands on a Jedi. Especially one as pretty as you.”

Luke shuddered and tried his best to ignore him. What the guard was implicating was horrid and he didn’t want to think about it more than he had to. His whole body seemed to ache and hurt. His thigh most of all. It was a terrible spot to put the chip in. Instead of a quick death, it assured Luke that should he run, it would explode his leg and leave him to bleed out and die a slow painful death. 

As he was practically dragged into whatever hell hole the wretched slavers were occupying, Luke tore down his shields and broadcasted his terror and pain to Vader. He didn’t like it and the memories of Bespin seemed to cause him more panic. But he didn’t have a choice. Facing his father was a much better option than being sold into a life of slavery.

‘Please father,’ he begged. ‘you’re my only hope.’ 

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