drabbles: Star Wars and Narnia - PG, PG13

 

Title: Tarnished

Fandom: Star Wars

Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.

Warnings: spoilers for up to Empire Strikes Back

Pairings: none, really

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 200

Point of view: first

 

 

( Vader's thoughts. )

            He never did like me, Yoda. He feared my power, my rage. He feared that I would become what I became.

            But you, Luke, he likes you. Which is odd, since you are so much like me. I see myself in you. And when we fought in Cloud City—I had not had such a duel in so long! You were magnificent, my son. Obi-wan was wise to hide you from me.

            Padme would be so proud of you, Luke. She did not like who I became, and I cannot fault her for that. Honestly... I do not like myself either. I have not liked myself since I killed Mace Windu all those years ago.

            But remember, my son—I was once like you. I was the Chosen One, the herald of a new age. I was the bright, shining hope—but I fell. I tarnished.

            And their dreams shattered when I killed the children.

            Remember, Luke—I was you. Do not become me.

 

 

Title: we sang dirges in the dark

Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian

Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Don McLean.

Warnings: movieverse; implied non-con; AU

Pairings: Miraz/Edmund

Rating: PG13

Point of view: third

Wordcount: 140
Notes: sequel to "This will be the day that I die"

 

 

( Lucy’s cordial of healing, a gift from Father Christmas’ hands himself, can fix physical hurts, can even bring someone back from Death’s front doorstep.  )

            Edmund has no scars from the days and nights spent in Miraz’s castle. All the cuts and bruises, rips and tears, have long since healed, and they’re back in England, the four of them. They’re back in England, and Miraz is dead.

            Edmund saw his defeat, saw his death, but he never saw the body and his nightmares continue unabated, Miraz’s hands and mouth and—

            Lucy’s cordial healed his body, but not even Aslan could heal his mind. Narnia is tarnished now. Edmund almost doesn’t want to go back, and that hurts more than Miraz did.

 

 

Title: tell my father, if you can, I was a man

Fandom: Star Wars

Disclaimer: not my characters; title from “Tell My Father”

Warnings: set before A New Hope; AU

Pairings: none, really

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 460

Point of view: first

 ( Anakin Skywalker is dead. )

            You remember your stepmother fondly, I can tell. I’m sure she was a sweet woman, to raise the kind boy your stepbrother used to be. 

            Anakin Skywalker is dead. Yoda and I are the last of the Jedi, the protectors of peace killed by one of their own—the strongest Jedi turned darkest Sith.

            Only Yoda, myself, and you, Owen, know what really happened to Anakin Skywalker. Only Yoda, myself, and Bail Organa know exactly what happened to Anakin Skywalker’s children. 

            Yes, Owen Lars, your stepbrother’s bride had twins before she died, two infants of so much potential… even Anakin’s strength paled in comparison to theirs. That is why we separated them, we last two of the Jedi. Why we hid them away—Leia, your niece, as a princess, adopted daughter of the man who loved Anakin’s wife. And Luke, here, with you, at the far end of the universe.

            I do not know if we did the right thing, separating them. But together they were too powerful, too vibrant. Too easily found. Their father believes his child died with his wife… he does not know there were two.

            I hope he never learns.

            You remember your stepbrother, though you only met him that one time. He was forceful, powerful, so very angry. You remember his name, and seeing what he’s become—you hate it. His name taints your stepmother’s, that loving woman who loved you in place of her absent son.

            I gave you a child, Owen Lars. An innocent boy, with his father’s eyes—and, I hope, his mother’s heart. I gave you a child, named by his mother: Luke Skywalker. Hope for the future.

            His name would have kept him safe, I hoped. No matter what else Anakin becomes, he will not forget where he came from. But you have taken that protection from Luke, Owen. You have taken away that link to his father, to the past. 

            You adopted him, and so gave him a new name. Yours.

            Anakin will remember his name, and his mother’s, until even Darth Vader is dead. But he has already forgotten you, and your name will not protect Luke. 

            With the boy renamed, Owen, Anakin Skywalker is truly dead. When the Empire comes to Tatooine, and it will come, it will not see the son of Darth Vader, Luke Skywalker. It will see your son, the child of a moisture farmer, a helpless boy called Luke Lars.

            And it will not hesitate to destroy him.