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sinvulkt · 22 days

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Pre-OT - Cursed Noodle Vaderkin

Summary: After another reckless stunt, the Force is tired of Vader's antics and transforms him into a small dragon. It then put him on Ahsoka's path.

Era: At some point after RotS and Twilight of the Apprentice

Characters: Darth Vader, Ahsoka Tano

Main tropes: Non consensual animal transformation (listen, i love that one), Kidnapping your fallen jedi master, Force shenanigans

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Vader blinked. Or tried to. His current form did not seem to possess eyelids.

It did possess a passable set of lungs as well as six working limbs, which most people would have called an improvement. Vader did not. The sudden assault of smells, colors and heat confused his senses. Every few seconds he had to remind himself to breathe, the habit long lost in profit of going along the suit ventilator.

He had been walking in circles trying to get back to Coruscant after his last mission, only for the universe to try to stop him. First, his life support had broken under his opponent’s lightsaber blow. Then, the Jedi he had been chasing had escaped, helped by some rebels Vader had made sure would not come back. To top it all, as Vader wondered if he would die, the ventilator unable to provide crucial oxygen to his lungs, the Force had bent and twisted until it made him into this.

His reflection in water had not been much help determining his species. A porg-sized lizard of some kind, although it seemed to have wings. Vader barely attempted to move them. The additional limbs felt foreign in his mind.

Vader made another step, snarling at the branch who tripped him.

This place was filled with nothing but rats and porgs and banthas. That, and the ship he had seen landing in the distance. Vader was certain he could slither in and steal it. His current form may not have a thumb, but it would not be the first time he used the Force to pilote.

A convor dove at him, its claws scratching at Vader’s armor-scales. His wings raised by instinct as he hissed. The bird should have known better than to challenge a Sith Lord. Vader threw the Dark at it, intending to crush the impudent bird, only for his control to slip and the blow to overshoot. As it happened, all the convor felt was a breeze slightly disturbing its flight. It dove again.

Vader cursed as he slipped under a crevice. Something was wrong with the Force. He could feel it just fine, but his control was barely better than a youngling. It was as if all the midichlorians in his body had shifted. Which, looking at the paws clawing at the sandy earth of the crevice, wasn’t that far away from the truth.

“Morai?” a humanoid called.

Vader perked up. He knew that voice.

“Is anyone here?”

Memories of a young togruta laughing flashed in his mind.

Could it be…?

The convor dove again as soon as it saw Vader muzzle out of his hidhole. Vader scrambled back. That person was dead. It must have been his imagination.

Vader focused on the arrogant creature that dared make him his prey. It felt rather weird for a convor, the Light bending too unnaturally around the bird’s presence for it to not be Force Sensitive. Whenever Vader Force-pushed it, the blow dissipated before it ever reached the convor. His low control wasn’t enough to explain it.

Several seconds passed without the bird diving back at Vader’s crevice. Perhaps the accursed being had finally given up and chosen an easier meal. Tentatively, Vader dared one paw out. Boots blocked his way.

“Morai. What did you find?”

Vader scrambled back, only for fiery skin to descend on him. He definitely did not yelp as warm fingers slid beneath his belly to lift him up in the air. He bit the offending arm, but the stranger's hands held him strong.

“Ouch. You are quite a wild little one, aren’t you?” Ahsoka chuckled.

Vader stilled. His scales flattened as he bared his teeth against the truth. This sight should not be possible.

Anakin Skywalker’s Apprentice was dead.

And yet, the buzzing bond between them whispered another true as two tattered threads reached for each other to mend. He hurried to pull back his side of the bond, but it slipped away from his grasp. Worse, their skin touching only strengthens the bond’s mending. Vader felt the moment they connected. A shiver ran down his skin as Light burned his inside. Simultaneously, Ahsoka’s eyes widened in recognition.

She held him up to her face level, lekkus twitching as she stared into what he knew must be golden eyes.

“Anakin?”

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Plot Description:

The Force did not wish for its Son to suffer. It waited and waited, but Anakin stayed miserable under the Emperor’s thumb, barely attempting to escape. After Vader brushes with death, borderline voluntarily, the Force has enough. It calls to the rather Eldritch part within Anakin to transform him. Dragon-Vader is on the rather small side. He can be easily lifted and put on shoulders. As a Force-being, Vaderkin is very young, almost a baby. The dragon’s shape reflects that. Would it have been billions of years later, he would have been huge enough to wrap around a planet.

As per the Force terms, Vader cannot go back into human shape until he touches the light side or learns to balance properly the multiple facets of the Force. Dark and Light. Even then, he will never fully be human again, keeping draconic traits such as scales and wings. This might be of great interest to various pirates and slavers, or even to Palpatine whose apprentice suddenly became quite a bit more useful.

Ahsoka is all too happy to see the crucial blow to the Empire through Vader’s disappearance, as well as to maybe, maybe get her Jedi-Master-turned-Sith-turned-small-dragon back. Now if only she can coax him onto the road of balance.

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silvereddaye · 4 months

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You are a Dragon

[Fantasy AU] 12 year old Luke awakes in the night to meet a strange visitor.

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Luke's father placed him gently down. The sand was cold on his bare feet and Luke hugged himself to fight back the shivers. The man undid his cloak and wrapped it around Luke. It was warm and smelled of wood smoke.

"Luke," the man said. How did he know his name? "Let me show you what you truly are. What we both are."

The man slowly backed away and as he did so there was the sound of a bell. It was like no other bell Luke had heard before. It was a deep dark tone that reverberated in his bones. Luke titled his head to hear it better, perhaps discover the source, but as he watched the man his body went slack, eyes wide, and his mouth fell open.

The man started to . . . to change . . . His skin turned black and his body grew larger and larger. His neck grew longer as spikes grew from his back, neck, and head. His arms and legs grew thick, his hands turned into paws with large claws. A long tail grew out from his back while black wings unfurled from his back.

It was a dragon!

A dragon!

#my writing #odds and ends #wip #dragon au #dragons!#dragon vader #dragon luke #fantasy au #this is quite old #wrote this in august of 2020

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ravenite-void · 6 months

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I fell fell in love with dragon!Vader thanks to @sinvulkt and drew this for them, inspired by her fic The monster and the Child

The monster defending the child (11/2023)

#dragon vader #vader and luke bonding time #sinvulkt #star wars #fanart #fic fanart #please appreciate my art

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fanfictasia · 7 months

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Angstober Day 5

Dried and Cracked

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from My Own Way Home

He’s so tired of being alone. He doesn’t want to – to stay this way. He wants to have her back. He doesn’t want to have to hurt her. He – he can’t, even if Sidious orders it.

He hates himself for thinking that, because Sidious is the only person Vader has, and he’s the only person who’s given him anything and made him who he is. Ahsoka is a Jedi, and he shouldn’t owe her anything.

Vader tugs back from her a little, curling up and wrapping his tail around himself, head dropping to his paws.

Ahsoka shifts up against him again.

Vader nearly jumps at the contact, but it’s warm and gentle, and he hasn’t felt anything so soft in years. It’s just… metal and anything hard or sharp and it always hurts. It doesn’t here, even if it feels a little weird because of his scales. He leans into it, curling up against her.

This reminds him so much of… back during the war, when they still had each other and Anakin was foolish enough to think they always would. He would hold her sometimes, because it was relieving and it made him feel… like he could actually do something to help.

“You can come back, too,” Ahsoka says, quietly.

Vader twists around to look at her, at the unexpectedness of the words. “I – I cannot leave.” He can’t abandon the Empire like that, even if – he wants to be with Ahsoka again.

That doesn’t really matter, though. He can’t abandon the galaxy. They both understood from the start that for no matter how much they loved each other, they’d always have to put their duty ahead of each other. Anakin used to hate it. Vader still does hate it, but Ahsoka… made her own choice, and she didn’t - isn’t – choosing him.

She’s not going to come back.

He doesn’t want to stay like this, but there’s… nothing he can do. Nothing but wait and hope something changed, but Vader needs to be realistic about it, too. Nothing is going to change. (What they once had is dried, cracked, and it’s not going to change.)

She’s not going to come back, and…

He doesn’t know what it’ll lead to.

He doesn’t want to hurt her. He doesn’t even know what to say to her now. Vader isn’t going to abandon the galaxy just because Ahsoka asked him to, any more than he would when Padme asked him to years ago. He doesn’t want to have to worry about it.

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pebblish · 2 years

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Hiiiiii!!! Omg I love your fic, NFWMD! ❤️❤️❤️ Do plan to update soon because I honestly can’t wait!!!!! (No rush) 🥰

So glad to hear you like NFWMB!!! I'm currently working on quite a few wips so I'm not sure when I can promise an update to it, but I can share what I've been working on in the meantime :))

Luke raised a hand, and brushed it along the dragon’s black scales. They were so hot- hotter than the sand of the Great Dune Sea burning the soles of his feet, but this heat he didn’t mind. It felt familiar somehow. The dragon closed its eyes and chuffed, and Luke could smell the fire in that cavernous chest.

The dragon nuzzled closer, exhaling a great breath over Luke’s golden curls and Luke giggled at the feeling, ducking his head a little.

The great snout of the beast lowered to the chains connecting Luke’s hands, and with one great snap of his teeth, the durasteel shattered, freeing Luke’s hands.

The dragon herded Luke to the mouth of his cave, chuffing all the way and using his enormous snout to nudge Luke along.

That night, Luke slept curled under the giant wing of the krayt dragon, lulled to sleep by the rise and fall of its enormous chest, protected from the frigid cold of the desert by the warmth of dragonfire burning beneath the pitch black scales.

And when he woke? He was suddenly much lower to the ground, and covered in tiny golden scales. And there was a man in the cave, with no krayt dragon to be found. A man with a scar running down his cheek, clad in flowing black robes.

A man that scooped his tiny, foreign body up in his arms and cradled him close, fondness and unabashed love shining in those strange yellow eyes.

“My hatchling. My son. My Luke. Finally, I’ve found you.”

shout out to @corvidcreative for introducing me to the idea of dragon vader and baby dragon luke i've been possessed

#dragon vader #baby dragon luke #new wip #my wips #what is a star war

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campichor · 8 months

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i have a type

it's characters with horrible life decisions

#ninjago #ninjago morro #morro #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #luke castellan #httyd #httyd books #how to train your dragon #snotface snotlout #star wars #anakin skywalker #darth vader #digital art #i just realized that what i originally wrote here was a spoiler im so sorry

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psykopaths · 11 days

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#art #goku #darth vader #star wars #dragon ball #anime art #anime aesthetic #anime and manga #digital art

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marvelstars · 2 months

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Shmi, Anakin and the Sun - Dragon

Often, however, Watto was unkind, understanding that nothing could stop him from doing what he wanted because Shmi had nothing valuable to trade, besides her son whom she would never trade. Thus, Watto took advantage of this frequently , requiring the boy to podrace, much to Shmi's anger. During one race, she watched in horror as Anakin crashed once again, but was surprised when he had not been thrown from his podracer for once. Watto approached her, yet again dismissing her concerns that Anakin could be seriously hurt before flying off. She made her way down to the racing pit where she reunited with Anakin and saw that his legs had become twisted from the crash. While she knew that Watto would pay to ensure his slave's legs recovered, Shmi held onto her son's hand to comfort herself. Before the rustic, yet effective, medical droids made Anakin unconscious to work on his legs, Anakin promised he would always be with her, yet Shmi privately wish he would one day leave her for a better life.

Despite the horrors in which Anakin grew up, Shmi still tried to give him a normal childhood. She taught him how to fix things and fend for himself, since the Republic was never there for her. She taught him that he deserved more than a slave's life. Most of all, she taught him compassion.

On hard nights, Shmi would tell Anakin the Tatooine myth of the sun-dragon. The sun-dragon was a beast who lived inside the core of a star, guarding everything it treasured. It could survive through the hardest circumstances because it had the biggest heart in the galaxy, able to protect anything and everything it loved. Shmi told this story to her son to remind him that he was the sun-dragon. She never wanted Anakin to doubt in himself and the power of his love for others. Anakin recalled this story many times as an adult when he needed to remember what should guide him. It was something he kept close and told very few other people.

Sources:https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Shmi_Skywalker_Lars

#Anakin seeing himself as the sun dragon is probably the one thing that keep him a little sane as Vader and later inspired him to save Luke.#anakin skywalker #shmi skywalker #star wars #skywalker family #watto #Shmi teached Anakin compasion #Anakin compasion is unlimited love #wookipedia

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hayden-christensen · 2 years

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ANAKIN SKYWALKER APPRECIATION WEEK JULY 21: FAVOURITE QUOTE

Within him, the dragon’s cold whisper chewed at his strength. All things die, Anakin Skywalker. Even stars burn out. — Matthew Stover, Revenge of the Sith novelisation

#asaw2022 #swedit #starwarsedit #star wars #anakin skywalker #anakinskywalkeredit #darth vader #rots novelisation #starwarsblr #*mine #*2022 #*gifs #[complex]#[quotes]#1k #internet has not been working all day but doesn't stop me from giffing!#I loveeeee the even stars burn out quote #the dragon metaphor too stover's a genius

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liatorii · 10 months

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Fuck it, double post!

He’s very cool, your honor. Yippie as one would say.

#can’t stop won’t stop #star wars #star wars art #star wars dragons #sw fanart #anakin skywalker #I really love his horns ahhh #can’t wait to design a dragon vader hee hee

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jet-grind · 2 months

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Toy park

#darth vader #shin chan #doraemon #ultraman #fist of the north star #dragon ball #street fighter #wolverine

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sinvulkt · 7 months

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The Monster and the Child

The dragon has been trapped for years. It lost its name. It lost its body. It lost most of its memories of not being a dragon. It is everything its Master wanted.

Then, one day, its Master brings it a child. A sand-haired boy smelling of blood, grief and terror.

@whumptober-archive @angstober

Chapter 1: Meeting

The dragon slept, curled on itself in the cold cell that was its home.

It hadn’t always been so. Once, when the dragon hadn’t been a dragon yet, it had been free. It had a name and an inferno burning in its chest. It had a will with no one powerful enough to stop it.

It was different now.

Now the inferno was reduced to sizzling embers, doused by too many cycles of isolation and silence. Now its name was gone, devoured by the scales covering its new skin. Now it layed in chains, trapped behind bars no teeth or claws could break.

Read more on ao3 or bellow the line.

A metallic noise echoed further above.

The dragon raised its head, suddenly attentive. No one ever came into this part of the palace except for its Master, his guards, and the occasional food offering. As if on cue its stomach growled, the rumbling noise echoing on the closed walls of the room. The dragon had since long gotten used to the nausea hunger brought, but a reprieve from it always felt welcome. It was better to think about than the alternative.

For if it wasn’t food being brought to it… a shudder ran down the dragon’s spine, its mane flexing in remembrance. It still sported open wounds from its Master’s last visit. Between the dampness of the cell and the growing weakness of its body, injuries became infected more often than not.

Figures appeared beyond the red hue of the ray shield. A rush of fear overwhelmed the dragon as it recognised the Emperor, surrounded by his Imperial guard. Cold slowly filled his veins. The terror soon gave way to confusion as the dragon noticed a small sniveling form between the guards.

There was a child there, half pushed, half dragged by the faceless soldiers. A boy, with sandy hair dirtied by blood and a snotty face covered in tears. He was struggling weakly against their iron grip, though in vain. The dragon tilted its head, curious. The Emperor had fed it children before, but he seldomly assisted the feeding himself.

The group stopped in front of it.

"Hello, old friend," its Master began. "I have a gift for you."

His oily presence reached out to it, slithering inside the dragon’s mind, probing its reaction. Something about the boy he brought was special. His Master was excited today, the infantile excitement of a new toy discovered. The dragon curled on itself and tried not to fight the invasive presence, knowing it would only make it worse.

"Put him inside," Palpatine ordered the guards.

The ray shield dropped and the guards threw the boy inside. A pungent smell of piss, blood and ash assailed the dragon’s nostrils as the child collapsed on his front paw. Wherever the child had been, showers had not been an option.

The dragon's Master studied them. His presence was everywhere, filling the dragon’s lungs, dragging the dragon’s heart, pushing the dragon’s mind.

"Do as you please," its Master said. There was a lightness to his tone the dragon didn’t like. It felt like the warning ozone before the lightning.

The Emperor took a last glance at the situation, a pleasant hum on his lips, and turned away, faceless guards trailing behind. The dragon didn’t dare to move before the oily presence left his mind too - or as much as it ever would.

His Master reduced to an icy point in the back of its’ mind, the dragon turned towards the foul smelling child. He hadn’t dared to move either and was still sprawled on one of the dragon paws. When its immense head turned towards him, the boy scrambled to his feet, taking shelter in one of the corners of the cell. It didn’t take him very far away. If it wanted to, the dragon could snatch him in one snap, and get rid of the hunger plaguing its stomach.

The dragon hesitated. Its Master hadn’t exactly ordered it to eat the child. He had offered for it to do as it pleased, but the dragon’s wants were never of importance to its Master. It was always a trap. An open question with a single answer.

An odd feeling froze its body though; a whisper, a warning hanging in the air. It observed the child.

The boy stood as straight as he could, clearly trying to seem brave despite the terror shaking his bones. He was a shivering mess. When neither of them moved, the child's heart rate slowly calmed down. He began to observe the dragon in return.

He raised a timid hand. “Hi.”

The dragon waited to see what the boy would do next.

“Please don’t eat me,” the boy squeaked. “I wouldn’t make a good meal."

The human words hurt the dragon's ears. They were too loud, too high pitched, too fast. Most of their meaning got lost on the way, but the cold fire that burned in its chest translated for it. The child’s fire was strong too, the dragon noticed, as strong as the laser wielding soldiers, that his Master made it fight and sometimes eat.

It stepped closer, curious about the child’s fire. Curiosity was something it hadn’t felt in a long time.

The boy tensed and scrunched his eyes closed as the dragon approached, but he didn’t run away. There was nowhere to run to.

The dragon assessed the human smell flooding the room. It was oddly familiar. The blood on the child’s skin woke up old memories, memories of a time with a name that belonged locked away in a box. It breathed on the boy's face, letting a few hairs billow. If it ate the boy, the silk-like threads would drag on its tongue and accumulate in its throat, making it cough for days. But the flesh would warm its belly, and the dragon was cold.

The boy stilled. Then slowly, very slowly, he opened his eyes. Clear blue eyes, as vast as the sky spreading beyond horizons.

‘I trust you,’ they said.

The dragon licked the boy. A small grain of sand rolled on its tongue. The boy tasted like blood and flesh and sun. He tasted like chains broken and forged anew, like golden dunes trapping feet in their embrace. He tasted like a small moisture farm lost in the desert, filled and yet empty for it lacked its most important person. Most surprising of all, behind the sand and the sun, behind the blood and the chains, he tasted like Naboo.

The child tasted like family.

The dragon licked him more, reveling in the various smells coming from him. The blood on the boy’s face woke up names in its mind. It swept them away. The grains on the boy’s skin tore open old scars in its soul. It rubbed them away. The bitter taste of the boy’s pain and fear made its stomach swirl with nausea. It wiped them away.

The dragon licked the child clean, until his only stench was the dragon’s smell. It licked the child clean until his fear was gone and it giggled against his muzzle, crying for him to stop because it tickled so much. It licked the boy clean until its stomach stopped rumbling, fed by the dead blood that covered him.

Vader licked the child clean, and decided there and then not to eat him.

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melded-galaxy · 2 months

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made a young darth vader/freshly toasted ani in dd2 cc demo

#star wars #darth vader #anakin skywalker #dragons dogma #dd2 #dragons dogma 2 #star wars original trilogy #my post #edit: added sliders for the toasty boi

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ravenite-void · 18 days

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"The dragon collapsed, soft belly scales pulsing painfully under the blow. There had been no hesitation in the boy’s strike. There had only been dark determination mixed with a twisted sense of revenge. For the first time in months, the child won."

- chapter 6 of The Monster and the Child by @sinvulkt

A very messy and quick painting of the scene from the fic. It tore my heart out and I can't stop thinking about it

#dragon vader #fanart #sinvulkt #sith luke #fic fanart #my art

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fanfictasia · 5 months

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Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Darth Vader, Ahsoka Tano & Darth Vader, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Ahsoka Tano (minor) Characters: Darth Vader, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Darth Vader Needs a Hug, Hurt Darth Vader, Telepathy, Dreamsharing, Protective Ahsoka Tano, Darth Vader Needs Therapy, Family, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fix-It of Sorts, Hopeful Ending

Summary:

Ten years after the Empire formed, Vader, Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka start sharing dreams. They can find no way to stop it, but do they really want to? Especially not after Ahsoka realizes who Vader is after long thinking Anakin dead, Obi-Wan begins to accept that there may be more to Vader than the Sith he's become now, and Vader finally has the chance at being with his family again.

Read on:

https://www.wattpad.com/1401198516-star-wars-one-shots-my-own-way-home-part-1

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14302595/1/My-Own-Way-Home

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pebblish · 1 year

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new fic out!!

It’s got dragon hatchlings Luke and Leia and Christmas for the Skywalker family and little bits of angst mixed in with the fluff.

#what is a star war #Luke Skywalker #leia organa #dragon luke skywalker #Dragon Vader #hatchling!Luke #dragon au

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