#pre-anh

Day Five: Sunburn - Heartstroke

Luke was always eager to prove himself; the runt of his group on Tatooine, the boy was only twelve as he ran to the best of his ability, competing with fourteen and fifteen year olds as they marched onwards into the Dune Sea. It was a proper adventure into the unknown, with actual stakes and a sense of danger, the kind his uncle explicitly forbid him from.

He knew they barely tolerated his presence, with his unchanged voice and short stature, reminding them of a childhood they so haughtily thought they’d outgrown. But they were the closest thing he had to friends, even if they mostly saw him as an irritating little brother. The youth was going to show that he could keep up with them – he wasn’t exactly a little kid either!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29161515/chapters/98072751

Summary: Obi-Wan spent his time in the desert watching over Luke. Short, goes right up to the start of ANH.

Excerpt:

Luke felt his heart break as his eyes scanned through his Father’s files. He wasn’t supposed to be in here, especially not looking at his files.

When Princess Leia had told him about the destructive super weapon, Luke couldn’t believe it.

How could he?

Yes, his father was a violent man. He was a military man, after all.

But something like this? A weapon that could destroy an entire planet? No, it had to be impossible.

The blonde dropped to the desk’s chair. His knees unbearably weak.

‘Luke? What’s wrong?’ Through their bond, Vader must have felt his turmoil, and his heartbreak.

His head in his hands, Luke tried to calm his breathing.

‘Nothing, Father.’ Immediately closing his side of the bond, Luke took a moment more to calm himself before closing the documents.

He had to go- as much as he hated it. As much as he knew it would break his Father’s heart for Luke to go, the blonde felt he had little choice.

Slipping out his comm as he headed towards his rooms, he dialed the Princess’s frequency.

‘You were right. I’m coming.’ - LS. Luke Skywalker. The name Luke hadn’t been allowed to claim since coming to live with Vader as a child.

Now, he’d tell anyone who asked.

He was Luke Skywalker, son of Anakin Skywalker. One of the lost Jedi.

And as much as it pained him as he knew it would break his Father’s heart, he was a rebel. A member of the rebel alliance.

Favourite Fanfic depictions with Azalea’s Dolls

Inspired by FernWithy’s “Father’s Heart”.

Here - queen Breha Organa and viceroy Bail Organa of Alderaan, as well as Saché.

This isn’t 100% true to the original fic, given it clashes a bit with the established canon. It might be that this is due to a lack of information on Leia’s adoptive parents at the time it was written. I, therefore, took the liberty to make a little change in order to correct that. 

In the fic, Bail Organa’s wife - and, hence, Leia’s adoptive mother - is supposed to be Saché Organa, a former handmaiden of Padmé Amidala, instead of Breha Organa (who doesn’t exist there). This wouldn’t pose much of a problem, since you could just resort to switching the name in your head ... were it not for the fact that Saché’s death later in the story (sorry for the spoiler) was a very important factor for the plot. However that may be - we know quite well that the canon Breha Organa, on the other hand, survived until the destruction of Alderaan in ANH.

To solve this I mentally split these two in the fic - with both existing in it.

Breha as Leia’s actual adoptive mother, and Saché being the Organas’ aide, and a governess and teacher to the young princess - something I consider quite likely, given it seems a natural choice for the Organas to hire a former handmaiden and confidante of Padmé Amidala to help raising the latters’ daughter - also as a means to preserve her legacy and memory.

I imagine Saché being really close to both Bail and Breha (all of them being old friends of Padmé, and common members of the Rebel Alliance), as well as Leia - who almost considers her as a second mother, and a close friend.

That way, it works with both the established, as well as the fic-verse canon. Breha lives on, but we can still have the tragic impact that Saché’s demise has on both Leia herself (plus the furthering of her dedication to the Alliance), as well as providing the pivotal moment to spell doom on her former friendly relations to Darth Vader.

[ Saché was killed in a raid of a rebel meeting, by troopers that were under the command of Vader - who wasn’t present at that time, and who would definitely have prevented it if he had been, as he a) wasn’t even aware she took part in the meeting, and b) never meant to harm her regardless (she was also one of his friends once) - therefore he deeply regretted what happened upon finding out when he arrived. Unfortunately, Leia arrived a moment later, and misconceived it all as an intentional betrayal on his part - which it, obviously (well, to the readers), wasn’t. ]

Anyway...

Hey, look! It's more Wookiees. (I think this is my subconscious trying to tell me something about shaving...)

The threat his hypervigilance had alerted him to was, in fact, a three-foot Wookiee cub kneeling on the carpet and trying to gather a fallen blanket in one paw without letting go of the stuffed tooka in the other. Han let out a breath and placed his blaster on one of the high shelves before opening the door the rest of the way.

“Hey, what’s going on? You should be in bed,” he said.

[I’m gonna sleep in the big bed,] Lumpy chirped.

“What?”

[With Mommy and Daddy.]

Han groaned and narrowly avoided swearing in front of the kid. He’d bet the Falcon that the last thing his friend wanted on one of the few nights he got to spend with his wife was a kid sleeping in between them. 

While Han tried to come up with a response, Lumpy started to creep back down the hall. Han reached out and took his arm lightly. 

“Buddy, don’t go in there and wake your folks up. Your dad had a big day of flying.”

Lumpy shook his head vigorously. [But he’s not sleeping,] he insisted. [I could hear him talking.]

Oh, there was absolutely no way in hell he was going to let the kid barge into that bedroom.