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the other day while I was trying to work on my AO3 fic Violence in the Library, my brain was like "hey, what would a Prohibition Era au look like?" I blame listening to the soundtrack of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find them for this. This is probably also why the Force in this au looks more like magic, because wands are easier to hide than lightsabers.

"Now what we need to do is get those plans copied and spread them to the rest of Phoenix Club. I've got people here who can do it," Leia said decisively.

"Applesauce!" Han snorted rather rudely. "Half the faces in here are West Eggs. I don't fancy you'll catch any of that sort running messages like paperboys!"

Luke leaned back against the bar and grinned, thoughtfully strumming the little ukulele he'd "borrowed" from one of the band members. Han had apparently forgotten over the course of their odd escapades that Leia herself was a bit of the West Egg type.
Chuy caught his eye from behind Han and his mustache quirked upwards in a matching smile. No doubt he was going to have a fine old time reminding Han of this little fact later.

"Enough, lovebirds," Chuy growled at last, interrupting the ongoing spat, "There's work to do."

"We are not lovebirds!" Han gasped, looking slightly offended.

"Sí, ya, tell it to Sweeney," Chuy snorted, elbowing his shorter friend.

"Hey Miz Organa, I can run the plans next town over," Luke piped up, "Or we could just act on the dispatch and stop Senator Sheev from getting those diamonds-- whatever he wants to use them for."

Very carefully, he slid the tip of his father's old wand out of his sleeve so that only his companions could see it. If the man in black, that strange knight of the senator's, were to catch up with him, he'd find that Luke Skywalker was not as easy a target as poor old Ben.

Leia frowned at that. "Do you know how to use that?" she asked.

The truth was that between leaving the burning farm -- with stories of how the head of the senator's private security team had murdered his father -- and rescuing Leia at the abandoned railway station, Luke had only had time for a few lessons. The rest, Ben had said, would come naturally enough when he was calm and in tune with the life force of the world.

Luke thought that sounded more difficult than Ben let on.

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the other day while I was trying to work on my AO3 fic Violence in the Library, my brain was like "hey, what would a Prohibition Era au look like?" I blame listening to the soundtrack of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find them for this. This is probably also why the Force in this au looks more like magic, because wands are easier to hide than lightsabers.

"Now what we need to do is get those plans copied and spread them to the rest of Phoenix Club. I've got people here who can do it," Leia said decisively.

"Applesauce!" Han snorted rather rudely. "Half the faces in here are West Eggs. I don't fancy you'll catch any of that sort running messages like paperboys!"

Luke leaned back against the bar and grinned, thoughtfully strumming the little ukulele he'd "borrowed" from one of the band members. Han had apparently forgotten over the course of their odd escapades that Leia herself was a bit of the West Egg type.
Chuy caught his eye from behind Han and his mustache quirked upwards in a matching smile. No doubt he was going to have a fine old time reminding Han of this little fact later.

"Enough, lovebirds," Chuy growled at last, interrupting the ongoing spat, "There's work to do."

"We are not lovebirds!" Han gasped, looking slightly offended.

"Sí, ya, tell it to Sweeney," Chuy snorted, elbowing his shorter friend.

"Hey Miz Organa, I can run the plans next town over," Luke piped up, "Or we could just act on the dispatch and stop Senator Sheev from getting those diamonds-- whatever he wants to use them for."

Very carefully, he slid the tip of his father's old wand out of his sleeve so that only his companions could see it. If the man in black, that strange knight of the senator's, were to catch up with him, he'd find that Luke Skywalker was not as easy a target as poor old Ben.

Leia frowned at that. "Do you know how to use that?" she asked.

The truth was that between leaving the burning farm -- with stories of how the head of the senator's private security team had murdered his father -- and rescuing Leia at the abandoned railway station, Luke had only had time for a few lessons. The rest, Ben had said, would come naturally enough when he was calm and in tune with the life force of the world.

Luke thought that sounded more difficult than Ben let on.