#baby luke skywalker

[coirionin]

Update! sweet tenor of eden grace

Chapter 7 is out!

you can read it here!

have fun!

#star wars au #obikin #anakin skywalker #anakin raises luke #baby luke skywalker #luke skywalker #star wars fic #sw fic #eden grace #ed. gr. ch. 7

[susanoosama01]

"You were born free."

This is supposed to be a scere from my fic.

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#star wars #fanart #luke skywalker fanart #baby luke skywalker #anakin raises luke #the chains inside stay #my art #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker fanart #queue

[silvereddaye]

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Read The Entire Series on AO3.

En Espanol.

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#the tinies #my art #dad vader #baby luke #baby luke skywalker #darth vader

[skialdi]

Day 7 & 8 | Dark & Light

“May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out”

#obi wan kenobi #luke skywalker #baby Luke skywalker #starwarstober 2022 #starwarstober22 #star wars fanart #star wars prequels #Star Wars #skialdi art #;; my art #This also could work for hope but I really wanted to go with the contrasts of the Darkeness Obi-wan and the galaxy faced #and the tiny hope that Luke provides #That baby spark of hope

[ann-i-inthestars]

.....Entirely because someone was almost immediately plowing into him.

    He froze for a brief moment before he registered the comforting feeling of the taller child holding onto him. She felt like home and safety and he happily returned the embrace.

    “I’m so happy to finally meet you.” she whispered into his hair. “I feel like I’ve known you forever, though.”

    Luke nodded and squeezed her waist gently. “I feel that way too.”

    And he did, too. Hugging Leia felt natural. Like he was supposed to. Like they were the closest of family, even though with his face pressed against her neck, he didn’t even know what she looked like. It didn’t matter. Like daddy had said, they had a bond and he needn’t have been scared of meeting her at all.

Excerpt from the newest chapter of When Stars Align, part two of my extensive Vader redemption universe! The first fic is, Fragmented Star Systems and is here.

#star wars #luke skywalker #leia organa #luke and leia #baby luke skywalker #baby leia #star wars au #my fic #my art

[bespin-clouds]

had to doodle this example of Vader parental care ✨

#dad vader #dad!vader #baby luke skywalker #sand #mystuff

[coirionin]

sweet tenor of eden grace

expected update schedule for eden grace!

fun fact! this fic wasnt supposed to be posted until the weekend! i was so lost in the madness that was putting fucking footnotes in my fucking fic that i posted it on fucking accident. anyway!

Updates will be on Saturday/Sunday.

(hopefully, every week until i run out of prewritten chapters and then only god will know when i update)

you can read it here!

#obikin #anakin skywalker #luke skywalker #baby luke skywalker #star wars prequels #star wars au #anakin raises luke #star wars fic #sw tcw #eden grace #bc the whole name is rather long

[susanoosama01]

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Who said babies were easy???

(P.S. Baby not want sleep. Baby want Obi.)

Part 2

#star wars #sw #anakin raises luke #anakin skywalker #baby luke skywalker #fanart #luke skywalker fanart #artists on tumblr #obi wan kenobi #luke wants obi #like we all do...

[silvereddaye]

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Read The Entire Series on AO3.

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Draw This in Style Tinies Challenge

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#the tinies #my art #dad vader #skywalker family #baby luke skywalker #darth vader

[xxlittle0birdxx]

Annileen shrugged and pushed the datapad to Obi-wan. 'Let me guess,' she began, making paths through the cooling stew with her spoon. 'You're a disgraced university professor.'

Obi-wan's chuckle was dryer than the sands outside the door. She was much closer to the truth than she could possibly imagine. From a certain point of view. 'No. Although I did do a fair amount of teaching.' Luke began squirming, and Obi-wan's arm tightened around the sling, absently patting the baby's well-padded bottom. Luke's brow briefly furrowed, then smoothed again, his rosebud lips smacking. All Obi-wan saw was innocence and possibilities, his psyche a field of freshly fallen snow, as Satine might have said in a fit of poetic sentiment. All Owen Lars saw was the offspring of a man who was tainted by the blood of an entire clan of Tuskens. The utter decimation of a Tusken clan was no great loss to the moisture farmers on Tatooine, but Owen didn't want to give the other Tuskens an excuse to come to his farm out of vengeance. It had been Beru's face that all but shouted at Obi-wan. The turned-down corners of her mouth, the pinched expression. That would have been enough to tell Obi-wan she didn't agree with Owen without the waves of sadness and regret mixed with deep yearning buffeted him. Beru clearly wanted to take on Luke, but Owen stood firm.

#obi wan kenobi #baby luke skywalker #what if owen lars refused to take luke? #why would he take luke in the first place? #owen barely knew anakin #why would he take in a child he has zero connection to? #mentioned obi-wan x satine #eventual korkie kryze #korkie is a kenobi #obi-wan raising luke #would luke still be the luke we know if he didn't grow up on the wart on the butt of the galaxy?

[darkisrising]

Words, by DarkIsRising

So this is becoming it’s own mini drabble series? Somehow? Started with “Enough” and then became AU in “In the end” so here, the adventures of Obi-Wan and Baby Luke continue.

Read the previous ones here

Gen, Obi-Wan & Luke

Words

He wonders—when he has the time to wonder through all the worry—what the boy will call him.

Obi-Wan has no experience with family in the usual sense as he’s learned it. His lineage has always been one he could trace through the Order’s vast archives. Though Jedi aren’t meant to possess, it could certainly be said that he’s inherited his Master’s calm, his Grand-Master’s refinement. Someday he hopes to inherit Master Yoda’s ability to weather the battering, blistering passages of time that always seem to leave Obi-Wan cut adrift and reeling.

But as to people, as to relationships and that sort of thing, Obi-Wan’s comrades whether they be Jedi or clone have always served in place of the words that every language the galaxy over has a name for.

Father. Mother. Brother. Sister. Uncle. Aunt.

Pick any one of them, teach Luke to use it when he’s old enough to speak, and they two might just manage to stay hidden. Perhaps Obi-Wan is Luke’s father, alone to raise a son without the loving support of a spouse. Perhaps he’s an uncle or even, if he’d been precocious enough about those sorts of carnal matters, his grandfather.

Obi-Wan certainly feels old enough to be a grandfather these days in the dry heat of the desert. Out here—while the wind whistles past the barren dunes, where there is only domestic matters rather than galactic crises to distract him from it all—he has started to feel the ache of his years in battle settle into joints that crack now when he stands. He can feel the handful of days leading up to the Order’s end in the strained muscles that healed poorly after a final plunge on Utapau. He can feel the fires of Mustafar in the tight, silver scars that cut through clusters of sun-coaxed freckles across his skin. Age has come for Obi-Wan Kenobi at long last, and he regrets that he doesn’t wear it nearly as gracefully as Qui-Gon did once, a lifetime ago.

Time, for Luke, is a different matter entirely. Obi-Wan surfaces one day from a pummeling cycle of feeding and soothing and changing and bathing to the realization that Luke is watching him. Obi-Wan hasn’t had much use for smiles in their exile, but he feels the flicker of social habit coaxed at the sight of Luke’s regard, and so he smiles. Small. Reflexive. Polite.

Luke takes in that smile with a blink, and that would be that, except one day Obi-Wan looks down to the youngling in his arms to see a smile on his face—once given and now returned.

It is a brief smile, gone before Obi-Wan has a chance to so much as notice it.

“Thank you, dear one,” he says, pressing a finger to the soft pad of Luke’s cheek, and it isn’t until Luke is smiling again that he realizes that it is only because Obi-Wan did it first.

Time. As Obi-Wan has swirled through its eddies these last few months, Luke, it seems, has found better purchase. He is able to raise his chest and then he’s able to press into his arms, and one day he is rolling onto his back—a horrible surprise that leaves him howling in anger as Obi-Wan helplessly laughs, holding him through the worst of his wails.

“I didn’t know you could do that, either,” Obi-Wan says to the red face and presses a kiss to the crown of Luke’s head where his hair has begun to come in thicker, the same blond as the sands outside their door. 

First comes movement, then comes sound, and some day after that, Obi-Wan knows, will be language. He will need to know long before then what Luke should call him, but he has time still to decide. That is the blessing of Luke’s age: he is young enough for Obi-Wan to learn and make mistakes and learn some more with his small charge being none the wiser. 

Still, it would do Obi-Wan better to be prepared.

In the end, the decision is taken away from Obi-Wan entirely. 

They are at the market, Obi-Wan sorting through muja fruits and root vegetables when the vendor appears by his elbow.

“And who do we have here?” she says, eyes sparkling as she takes in the baby that is wrapped tight and suspended in the center of Obi-Wan’s chest. It used to make Obi-Wan wary, when beings would step so close to him to get a better look at Luke, but he’s gotten used to it now.

Babies have their own gravitational pull, as he’s learned, and after testing the air around her to find nothing through the Force but her delight at the sight of a child, he stands still for her to get a better look.

He’s learned it’s easier this way.

“This is Luke,” Obi-Wan says, and she warbles a high “Hello Luke” back to the solemn baby.

“Oh!” she says in excitement. Obi-Wan looks down to see she is being greeted by a smile as bright as the suns glinting off the stall’s durasteel shell. “Oh, look at you! What a smile!”

She laughs as she takes the fruits and vegetables that Obi-Wan has chosen and carefully fills a burlap bag with them.

“You’re going to be a handful for your papa with a smile like that. I can already tell.”

Papa. It’s a word, Obi-Wan can admit, that has never once occurred to him. But he has been so many other words in his life—initiate, padawan, knight, master—that he knows the guiding hand of the Force when he feels it, and so ‘papa’ he shall be. 

#darkisrising fic #baby luke skywalker #obi-wan kenobi

[cryptidsolo]

Can I get for your expression chart Luke + Kinda Happy?! 👉🏻👈🏻

u told me i wanted baby luke so 💕 ask and ye shall receive!! he’s baby!!!!!

#star wars #star wars fanart #luke skywalker #baby luke skywalker #i hope u like him!!!!!!! thank u for drawing han for me!!!!! 😭💕

[sunshinechildskywalker]

Baby Luke

He had witnessed brilliant collisions of starships, watched the Death Star come to life piece by piece, and seen creatures disappear from the very atmosphere, but nothing would ever astonish Darth Vader more than holding his own son. He cradled him close, making certain he was secure. This brilliant beacon of light was his own offspring, one with whom he shared DNA. From the pitch midnight of Vader's own Force presence came this little bright speck; his baby boy.

The child's blue eyes were wide open, studying his father with the utmost surprise. His mouth was open as he babbled incohesive words, his pitch an even, calm tone.

"Luke," Vader said, wonder evident even through his vocoder. He tasted the name on his tongue; the name of his own son. This boy would be the only decent male with the last name of Skywalker. A fraction of an astonished sigh exited Vader’s mouth. "Luke."

The child reached up a hand towards Vader. Hesitantly, he offered the child his gloved index finger. Luke grasped it tightly, closing his tiny fingers around his father's much larger one.

Someone wanted Vader.

After the boy spent a moment examining the large finger he was grasping, his eyes wandered back up to his father's mask. He studied it for a moment with the utmost curiosity. Although the world was tinted red by his mask lenses, Vader knew his son's eyes were the exact shade of his own.

Various babbles came from little Luke's mouth, and after continuing to stare up at his father in wonder, his tiny lips broke out into a blossoming smile. He giggled loudly, clearly enjoying being in the arms of his father. Vader was confused when he first felt something pull at the corners of his mouth, stretching the scar tissue, until he realized something;

He was smiling.

Darth Vader was actually smiling.

He would even admit to it; his son's laughter was greatly infectious.

Vader thought he just wanted this boy as an apprentice, an ally, but while holding him, he realized he was getting so much more, and he wanted every bit of it.

Vader knew with a crushing weight that one day he would have to train this innocent boy in the arts of the Dark Side of the Force, but holding him for the first time, he supposed it could wait.

#luke skywalker fic #darth vader fic #sw fic #baby luke skywalker #fluff fic #my fic #My writing

[starfanatic]

WHY IS DISNEY SO SCARED OF BABY LUKE?

Like there is so many opportunities where seeing 5-10 year old Luke would make sense but Disney is like “nah fam”. I WANT TO SEE CUTE LUKE IN HIS TOO BIG FOR HIM SHIRT AND PANTS (i forgot what his outfit is called). I WANT TO SEE BABY LUKE JUST BEING ADORABLE AS ALWAYS.

I WANT BABY LUKE AND GROGU TO BE RIVALS ON CUTEST BABY.

#star wars #luke skywalker #baby luke skywalker #han solo #grogu #the mandalorian

[skyguyy]

“What is that?” Vader asked as pointed at Luke, Piett inspected his son before turning to face Vader.

“Uhm- snot I think-”

“Do you take me for an idiot? Of course I know that!” Vader replied angrily, “But why? Why is this happening? What is wrong with him?” Vader tightened his fists. Piett swallowed hard as he looked nervously between Vader and Luke.

“I’m not sure- maybe a cold? We were out picking a tree together, it was somewhat chilly…” Piett replied.

“ A cold!? ” Vader said as he turned away from Luke and faced Piett, “You think my son may have a cold???”

#Darth Vader #Luke Skywalker #Baby Luke Skywalker #firmus piett #dad piett #star wars #starwars fanfic #SW Fanfic