Remember this? Of course you do because I won’t stop reblogging it every time I see it. Well, it’s resulted in 15 pages of fic notes and and over 3000 words of actual fic so far. Here, have some:
“Ah,” Emperor Palpatine held out his hands, a smile on his reptilian face, “there you both are, just in time.”
Leia closed the distance and stepped onto the dias to lean in for a kiss on the cheek, keeping still at the dry, unpleasant touch of Palpatine’s lips, fully aware of the way his eyes moved down her body. She squeezed the Emperor’s hand and thought of power. In a secret daydream she’d never confess to anyone, not even Luke, she fantasized about entering this very chamber in the barest scraps of clothing and raining down red lightning on Palpatine’s withered skull until he was a cinder.
That day would come. Her training was making her stronger by the day, and the lightning would come. She could take them all, father, brother, Emperor, and burn it all to the ground. The Empire would be hers, and no one would ever underestimate her again.
“You’re smiling,” Palpatine said.
“I’m glad you’re back,” Leia replied, and stepped back so her brother could greet their uncle as well.
Luke’s greeting was not nearly so fraught, a bow over the Emperor’s hand executed with perfect formality borne of practice, heels together just so, body straight.
Palpatine patted his cheek. “You’ve been a wicked boy again, my child. Senator Cordeno is most displeased at the death of his son.”
“His son should have been a better pilot,” Luke said.
@prettyarbitrary and @persian-slipper, I hope you’re pleased with yourself, this is all your fault.
Super pleased.
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