Just some cute Bighero6 fluff/smut -NOW- with star wars father Vader :)

Star wars

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It was a moment of silent contemplation. The eerie quiet of the throne room after the heat of the fight was only cut by Vader's own steady breathing. His Master was dead, slain by his unlikely savior, the little blonde prince that he had dragged into his life, only to have it turned upside down. Palpatine's body lay in the shadows of the walls where Vader had hurled him. Every so often Vader's eyes were drawn to the haphazard pile of black robes. He was finally free of the last Master he had sworn to himself he'd ever tolerate.

Vader knelt next to his son, Luke's head rested in his lap, the blonde mop of hair spilling onto his black overtunic and cloak. Vader brushed a gloved hand through the tussled strands. His son's breathing was steadier, but still too shallow, likely the pain of bruises or even damaged ribs were constricting his lungs. Without proper medical attention, there was no telling how much damage his Master's cruel powers had wreaked.

Since the foundation of the Empire there had been many attempts on Palpatine's life, and some attempts of war lords and regional governors to seize power. Vader himself had thrown back failed attempts several times, some with little hope of success, the works of desperate fools or misguided idealists. And others much better equipped, planned and executed. Ultimately none had achieved the most crucial part, to defeat and kill the emperor.

In all those years in which Vader had defended his master against such outside threats he had devised a plan of his own, learning from the flawed attempts of others who had all paid the highest price for their treason, not few of which had fallen to Vader's own hands. Outside he could feel the Force shift and move, as fights broke out between his men and the loyalists. He could feel the panicked uproar of the mass of lifeforms detained in the ballroom. Faintly, he could feel the death above of the space battle raging over the planet.

It should have been his hour of triumph, the one he had prepared for years and years. The hour to finally change his fate and that of the galaxy. Pulled forward by his son's unexpected move and sacrifice. But now at the peak of it, it mattered no more.

Now he merely longed it to be over, just so that Luke could finally receive medical attention that he needed. Through the Force Vader could feel Luke's strength fading. There was no telling how much longer his last reserves would last.

Their plan had not been ready, the boy nowhere close to take on his Master in a proper duel, but as it had turned out his son hadn't needed his instructions to accomplish this feat. Nor had he needed his father's help. The Force had been with him.

A loud bang from somewhere outside made the boy twitch. He stirred, subconsciously trying to move away from the danger he could indubitably sense through the Force even in his unconscious state.

"Calm down, little one," Vader soothed. He ran a hand through the boy's hair. "Trust me and rest."

Luke stilled, the deep frown edged into his youthful face smoothed with every gentle brush of Vader's palm over his face. His fear, that just a moment ago had rippled through the Force like a tidal wave, ebbed down.

The Force whispered a warning and Vader shifted to shield his son. A deafening bang sounded. The explosion shook the floor and made the transparisteel windows clink in their settings, but they withstood the blast wave, as the huge double doors were blown up. Dust and small debris rained down.

Another surge of fear flared from Luke and he tried to shift away from the source of the explosion, a movement that caused fresh pain to seep into his son's presence, clouding it. Before his son could push himself up, Vader reached out to his mind.

Stay calm, young one. Help is coming.

Luke slumped once more.

Through the blasted-out doors a squadron of Troopers entered securing the perimeter. General Veers entered, heading towards them with quick general straightened up and placed his hands behind his back to give his report. "My Lord, the ground troops are holding their own as of now, but there is no word from space battle. Scans indicate that no reinforcements have arrived yet. We are awaiting your orders."