#luke skywalker/reader

[dazaih]

sweet - luke skywalker x reader

luke skywalker is living on tatooine as he prepares to rescue han solo from jabba’s palace. you’re one of many bounty hunters sent to capture him. your mission complicates, however, when the lonely jedi is far too enthusiastic about your company.

bounty hunter! gender neutral reader x pre-rotj! luke

chapter warnings: light drinking, canon-typical violence

a/n: this is just an au where luke is supposed to be keeping a low profile as he hides out on tatooine after esb but he misses his friends and is way too social with strangers as a result. that is all

Luke Skywalker wasn’t easy to find. You weren’t sure if he was evading capture with his Jedi powers, if the Rebels were keeping him well hidden, or both, but your search had spanned two months now and your patience was growing incredibly thin.

You’d heard that the kid had blown up the Death Star, but you weren’t sure why Vader’s orders were to take him alive, or why so much effort was being spent on finding a single pilot. You didn’t normally take large bounties like this, as it was just so much more of a hassle, but under the collapsing economy of the Empire, you were running out of options. This pilot was going to singlehandedly put food on your table. You had a job to do, and more competition than you could handle, but what other option was there?

In your building frustration, you had started getting a bit sloppy. Your ship’s fuel tank being nearly on empty was a clear indictor of that. So, with no other option, you had to stop for fuel on the worst possible planet: Tatooine.

On top of that, you would have to dock at Mos Eisley. Your luck was growing worse by the minute.

Begrudgingly, you landed your ship, haggled with the station crew, and still paid more to fuel up than you should have. By the end of the interaction, you were about to blow a fuse, your anger reaching its limit. You hadn’t been this pissed in a long time, your growling stomach not doing much to ease your stress. So, with very little credits and a sour attitude, you made the trek over to the cantina.

What a shithole, you thought as you walked inside. The cantina wasn’t incredibly crowded tonight, but it was still relatively lively. The band was playing something a bit more relaxing, and you could see the setting suns from the seat you had taken at the bar. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad.

The bartender appeared in front of you, staring at you expectantly as your eyes roamed his selection. He didn’t bother with a greeting, but that was fine. You didn’t need one.

“Just beer is fine,” you mumbled, watching as he pulled one out and popped the cap off, “Thanks.”

“You wanna start a tab?” he asked, tired eyes boring into you.

“Yeah, why not.”

You supposed you’d dock at Tatooine for the night. It wasn’t like your bounty would be on this dead end planet anyway. If anything, he was more likely to be tucked away in a secret base, not allowed to leave in fear of being attacked. His status as a wanted man was quite well known, and there’s no way the Rebels would risk letting such a talented pilot slip out of their hands.

“You got anything to eat around here?” you asked, feeling your stomach growl once more.

The bartender must’ve heard it too, because he looked at you with a deeper grimace.

“I can make you a sandwich out of Haroun bread and Worrt meat,” he offered.

Gross, but you’d take what you could get.

“That’s fine, thanks,” you murmured.

He was nice enough to make the sandwich warm for you, and he did his best to make it look appetizing, even adding a little seasoning. You weren’t used to experiencing the kindness of strangers, so you weren’t quite sure how to respond, but you hoped that your gratitude was clear to him.

You studied the patrons as you ate, finally taking in your surroundings in full. A few men were playing some sort of card game you’d never seen before in the far corner, a prostitute sat talking to a potential client in a table to your right, and a few people were sitting close to the band. Prostitutes, gamblers, drunkards—this was all what you’d expected out of a Mos Eisley cantina.

“Ah, so you’ve made it another day.”

You momentarily thought that the bartender was speaking to you, but that hardly made sense. You looked up to see a new customer had entered, sliding into a barstool on your left, leaving an empty seat between you. You couldn’t see the person’s face, as the hood of their cloak concealed their features. From where you sat, you could only make out the outline of their side profile, the dim lighting and setting suns not doing you any favors.

“Seems like it,” the person replied.

The voice was much softer than what you’d expected out of a mysterious cloaked figure on Tatooine, but that was hardly as surprising as their drink order.

“Blue milk?” the bartender asked.

“Please.”

“Not dark blue?”

“I won’t be drinking tonight.”

Who comes to a bar and orders milk? you wanted to ask, but you bit your tongue for now. You still didn’t know whose identity that fabric was concealing, but judging by how friendly they appeared to be with a bartender in Mos Eisley, you were certain they were trouble.

“Suit yourself, kid. Anything else I can get ya?”

The figure seemed to contemplate this for a moment, gloved fingers drumming against the countertop thoughtfully.

“Got anything to eat?”

“That one right there is eating a Worrt sandwich,” he said, pointing at you, “That’s all we really have tonight. Sorry.”

“That’s dreadful,” they said quietly, not bothering to look at your plate, “I don’t need anything nutritious.”

“You’re asking if I have dustcrepes.”

“Sorry,” the voice was sheepish now, and you were willing to bet that the person under the hood was blushing, “Haven’t had anything sweet to eat in a while. I was just curious.”

“They’re not actually sweet, kid.”

“Nothing sweet ever came from Tatooine.”

The bartender laughed before disappearing for a moment, bringing back a plate with a singular dustcrepe on it. You were surprised to find that it didn’t look that bad.

“I hope this isn’t your only one,” the figure said softly, not yet sticking their fork into the treat, “I don’t want to take it from someone else—“

“Just eat the damn thing, kid. You’ve done enough for me. Least I can do is let you have the last dustcrepe.”

Hesitantly, the gloved hand cut a small piece of the crepe off, and you watched as the person’s shoulders relaxed when they finally took a bite. You had finished your sandwich now, but it wasn’t enough after several days of eating dried fruit and nuts, so you really couldn’t be blamed when another growl sounded from it.

The bartender turned to you, but the figure did not, now just sitting perfectly still.

“I know Worrt meat ain’t much. I’m sorry,” he apologized, wiping some sweat from his brow with a towel.

“It’s fine,” you murmured, embarrassed by your appetite, “I just haven’t been eating a lot lately. It’s my own fault. Thanks for the sandwich.”

You jumped in your seat when you saw the gloved hand extending in your direction, but the reflex to grab your blaster was tamed when you saw that half of the stranger’s dessert was being presented to you.

“What?” you asked, bewildered.

“Take half,” they insisted, nudging the food in your direction, only tilting their head slightly. You could make out their nose and a small part of their lips, but the dark shadows the hood was casting still made discerning any details difficult.

“No,” you replied, still confused, “I just ate. You haven’t eaten yet.”

“You’re hungry,” they said simply.

“It’s yours. You bought it.”

“Have you ever had a dustcrepe?”

“What? No?”

“Then at least try it.”

“He’s not gonna give up,” the bartender interrupted, a small smile on his lips, “He’d give you the shirt off his back if you asked for it. Just the type of guy he is.”

“Don’t ask me to take off my clothes,” the stranger mumbled, and you nearly laughed in spite of yourself, “But he’s right. I’ve decided that you’re going to share this with me, and it seems like you want to, so take it.”

Reluctantly, you took the crepe from his hand, your fingers brushing his as you did so. You felt no heat from his palm, and you made a mental note that he must have had some type of prosthetic. Interesting, but not nearly as important as the treat you had just bitten into, which was probably the best thing you’d tasted in a long time.

“Good, right?”

“It is,” you admitted, “Thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s one of my favorites, and I think everyone—“

He was cut off by someone tapping his shoulder, and he reflexively spun around in his seat to see who was trying to get his attention, consequently turning his back to you.

“I haven’t seen eyes like that around here in forever,” the culprit—one of the prostitutes you’d seen earlier, you realized—said, and you were suddenly envious that this woman had seen the kind stranger’s face and you had not.

“Oh,” the man said, seemingly dumbfounded, “But I was here yesterday?”

“It’s a shame you’re hiding such a handsome face,” she continued, ignoring his comment and taking a seat in his lap, “It’s a crime, really.”

“Thanks?” he all but squeaked, his hands flying up in an attempt to put some space between the two of them.

“Leave him alone, Pella,” the bartender huffed, sounding tired.

She sighed and climbed off of him, instead standing behind him and spinning him around to face the counter again.

“But just look,” she said, one hand on his shoulder and the other on top of his hood, “At those eyes.”

Before he realized what she was doing, she yanked down his hood, exposing his face to the entirety of Mos Eisley. The bartender rolled his eyes and no one else seemed to be particularly interested in the interaction, but you were floored.

Yes, he was beautiful. He had wispy blond locks that curled around his ears and a jaw that was strong but cheeks that were soft. You weren’t facing him directly, and yet you could still understand what she had meant about his eyes. They were a light blue, like the crystal waters of a much kinder planet than Tatooine, and shone even in the dim lighting of the cantina. His looks, however, were only a secondary thought to you at the moment, because there, in a tiny bar in the Outer Rim, sat Luke Skywalker.

“Son of a bitch.”

His eyes flickered to you in an instant, and he seemed to realize that your hand was hovering above your holster before you did.

“Don’t try it,” he pleaded, looking back up at you, “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

You weighed your options for a moment, and ultimately decided on unsheathing your blaster anyway, lunging out and grabbing the woman, pressing the barrel of your weapon to her temple. She screamed and kicked your shin, which hurt quite a bit, but you weren’t about to let anything stand in the way of you and this bounty.

“Hey!” the bartender shouted, coming out from behind the counter to confront you, “I make you a sandwich and you start pointing blasters at women in my bar? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“My business is with him,” you replied coldly, staring at Luke, “Drop any weapons you have.”

He was standing now, and with a sigh, he unclipped a blaster from his utility belt. You eyed him skeptically, but he just shook his head.

“Lost the saber when I lost the hand,” he told you, wiggling his gloved fingers at you in a way that almost felt sarcastic, “What now?”

His attitude wasn’t as annoying to you as it should’ve been, but you still glared. Keeping your blaster pointed at the woman, you quickly reached into your pocket, tossing a pair of handcuffs at the bartender.

“Cuff him. And if they don’t look tight enough, I’ll shoot her. Understand?”

When the bartender hesitated, you shoved your blaster harder into her temple, making her cry out in pain.

“I’ll be fine,” Luke told him, giving him a soft smile, “You don’t need to worry.”

The bartender still frowned, but he reluctantly reached forward, grabbing the cuffs.

“Behind his back,” you ordered.

Luke rolled his eyes and turned around, offering his hands to the bartender. He didn’t react as the cuffs were fitted tightly around his wrists, but you could see that they had to be painful.

“Okay,” you breathed out, shoving the woman forward and taking hold of Luke instead, “We’ll be out of your hair now. Apologies to the lady, and thanks for the food.”

“I’ll be fine,” Luke called out over his shoulder, apparently unbothered by your blaster pressing into his side as you guided him to the door, “Thank you for the crepe!”

When you exited the cantina, you roughly shoved him forward, now keeping your blaster level with his back.

“Walk that way,” you demanded, pushing him towards the direction of your ship.

“You shouldn’t have scared that woman like that,” he said quietly, though he obeyed your orders and began walking.

“She’ll be fine. She’s alive, isn’t she?” you countered.

“You didn’t have to threaten her.”

“She’s a prostitute at Mos Eisley. I’m sure she’s seen scarier people than me.”

“So? She’s still a person. And she has nothing to do with this.”

“Are you scolding me?” you finally asked in disbelief.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, looking ahead as he continued to walk, “I’m not trying to scold you. I just meant that other people didn’t need to get involved.”

In the span of thirty minutes, Luke Skywalker—the pilot who blew up the Death Star and wielded a lightsaber—had shared his crepe with you, scolded you for scaring a woman while trying to take him as a hostage, and then apologized for it. You briefly wondered if you had passed out from exhaustion and were having some sort of lucid dream.

“Why are you on Tatooine?”

“I’m from here. Why are you?” he countered, though it was without venom.

“Why are you here now? And because I almost ran out of fuel looking for you. I had no idea you’d be drinking blue milk in Mos Eisley, of all places. What’s up with that?”

He shrugged, silently continuing his trek. You walked a little faster and shoved your blaster into his spine as hard as you could, making him falter slightly.

“What?” he snapped, turning to look at you.

You tried not to lose your breath at the sight of his golden hair gleaming in the sunset, the sky’s soft orange hues making his blue eyes seem even more striking. You failed, exhaling deeply as you stared at him, bewildered by his beauty.

“What?” he asked again, this time with furrowed brows and genuine confusion.

“Nothing,” you grumbled, “Answer my questions.”

“None of it really matters,” he replied, turning and walking again, “Just stuff that doesn’t really concern you or your mission, I guess.”

“You don’t even know what my mission is. Why are you on Tatooine?”

He was silent for a moment, but eventually decided to humor you.

“You were expecting me to have another weapon. Was the lightsaber mentioned in my profile when you took the commission?”

“Yes,” you admitted, “It stands out. Not many people have those these days.”

“I suppose not,” he hummed, “Well, like I said, it’s gone. And I need another one. So here I am.”

“That doesn’t explain anything. Why are you here?”

“Looking through a dead guy’s stuff for some information on building a lightsaber myself. Among other things.”

“Among other things,” you mocked, rolling your eyes, “Why do you need a lightsaber anyway? Nothing beats a long range blaster.”

“You sound like my friend,” he said, chuckling quietly, “I’m a Jedi, so I need a lightsaber.”

“You’re not a Jedi,” you scoffed, not believing him for a second, “They’re extinct, but even if they weren’t, you wouldn’t be one. You haven’t even tried to fight me once. You’re weak.”

“I don’t need to fight you,” he said simply, “Because you won’t hand me over.”

The statement surprised you, and you felt the dam holding back the pent up frustration from the day snap. You finally made it to your ship, and you roughly shoved him inside, dragging him to the front of the small vessel and pushing him down into the co-captain’s chair. You loomed above him, pointing your blaster at the center of his forehead now, glaring at him.

“I will,” you seethed, your other hand falling to his shoulder to keep him in place, “I wish I could just kill you now and save myself the trouble of having to hear your voice all the way to the rendezvous point.”

“Where’s the rendezvous point?” he asked, cocking his head at you as if you weren’t holding a loaded weapon to it.

“I’m not—What the fuck is wrong with you? You should at least humor me a little and act like your life is in danger. This is bad for my self esteem.”

He laughed at that, showing off his stupidly perfect white teeth.

“My life’s not in danger,” he said, bringing his hands out from behind his back and holding them up to show you that his handcuffs were gone, “See? I’m all good.”

You stared at him in disbelief for a second, his freed hands mocking you and all you’d worked for.

“I’m gonna kill that bartender,” you announced calmly, turning to exit your ship again. You pushed the button to open the cockpit’s door, but it only parted halfway before slamming shut again. Puzzled, you smashed the button again, much harder this time, only for the exact same thing to happen. Finally, you turned to Luke, whose hand was outstretched, open palm facing you and the door.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, letting it fall back to his side, “But I can’t let you kill the bartender. He’s a nice guy. Also, he was true to his promise. He really had those cuffs on tight.”

“What did you just do?” you asked, dumbfounded.

“The Force,” he explained, still seated, “I’m a Jedi. I told you that. You should tell the Guild to update their records.”

You circled him slowly, now even more suspicious of him than before, and you raised your blaster again.

“I think Vader would understand if I killed you now. You’re freaking me out a little.”

“You’re funny,” he said sincerely, waving his hand again and sending your blaster flying across the room, “You seem to have a pretty good sense of humor. We could’ve had a nice conversation at the bar instead of doing all of this.”

You stared at your weapon in the corner, once again at a loss for what to do. You were a pretty talented bounty hunter, and you were confident that you could put up a decent fight against Luke, but you had no experience fighting Jedi.

“I’ve had a really long day,” you confessed, eyes darting between Luke and your blaster, “I’m pretty emotionally exhausted. I’m too tired to even be that pissed at you right now, and I really wish I wasn’t, because I really want to beat the hell out of you for giving me such a hard time, but unfortunately, I’m broke, and this job was supposed to be my ticket to financial security, so if you could just stop fucking things up and—“

“And what? Go and die quietly?” he interjected, quirking an eyebrow at you, “I’ve got things to do too, y’know. Can’t get myself killed just yet.”

“He wants you alive.”

“And then when I won’t do what he wants, he’ll kill me. I don’t have time for that right now.”

“Darth Vader put a bounty out on you and you’re worried about it getting in the way of your work schedule?”

“It’s important work,” he offered, shrugging again.

“Funny,” you huffed, feeling quite defeated, “Well, fuck me I guess. Why didn’t you take the handcuffs off sooner? Actually, why did you even come with me in the first place?”

“I haven’t spoken to someone my own age in two months. And you seemed nice.”

You had never been called nice a single time in your life. You were stunned, swallowing hard for a moment before speaking again.

“Well, sorry to have disappointed you.”

“You didn’t disappoint me. This is the most fun I’ve had in a long time. I never get to talk to anyone these days. Being stuck here for two months has been draining, and—“

“You’ve been here for two months?” you asked, backtracking slightly.

“Yeah, around that long. Why?”

You had gone to eight different planets looking for this guy, and the entire time, he had been here, drinking blue milk and making friends with bartenders.

“Ah,” he said then, as if he understood your frustration, “Sorry to have caused you so much trouble. I’m sure it’s not nearly as much as whatever my bounty is, but since I can’t let you take me in, I can at least give you some of the credits I have—“

“What’s wrong with you? Why are you offering to compensate me when I just kidnapped you?”

“You didn’t kidnap me,” he corrected you, “I came willingly. And it’s fine. You were never going to actually turn me in anyway, so it doesn’t matter.”

“Why do you keep saying that? I fully intended on bringing you in before you started moving shit around with your mind.”

“I can just tell,” he said simply, shrugging again.

You sighed, collapsing into the pilot’s chair and crossing your legs.

“Well, since I can’t shoot and kill you, and now I also can’t kidnap you, I guess you’re free to go.”

Just as the words left your mouth, your ship made a horrible creaking noise, causing you to shoot up out of your chair. To your surprise, Luke followed suit, gently placing a comforting hand on your arm. You wanted to slap him away, but you found yourself liking the light touch more than you anticipated, your cheeks flushing. He really was beautiful, but he was still supposed to be your bounty.

“It’s just the wind,” he reassured you, offering you a small smile, “But I wouldn’t go out in that right now. It could mean that a storm is approaching.”

“A storm? It doesn’t rain here, does it?”

“Not that kind of storm,” he replied, “A dust storm. It could be nothing, but when the wind picks up like that at night—“

He was interrupted by another strong gust rocking the ship forward, and he winced. He leaned forward to look through your windshield, and sure enough, considerable amounts of sand had started blowing through the air, and the suns had now nearly fully set. Even if you wanted to get Luke off of Tatooine, there was no way you could travel in this.

“If you want me to leave, I should probably do that now,” he said awkwardly, staring through your windshield.

“Is letting you out gonna blow a ton of sand into my ship?” you asked tiredly.

“Um, probably. Sorry.”

“How long will this last?”

“I’m not sure. Could be an hour, could be more. They usually get worse at night and settle by morning.”

“I just want one stroke of good luck,” you groaned, running your hand through your hair, “Whatever. Just stay until it’s over.”

He gave you a curious look at that, which would’ve been cute on anyone else; however, seeing as he had just extinguished your dream of financial stability, you were still a bit resentful.

“Okay,” he replied, smiling a little, “Thanks. I appreciate that.”

“I’m not doing it for you. My ship is already falling apart, and exposing the inside to a dust storm is just gonna be another nail in the coffin.”

“If you say so,” he hummed, sitting back down, “So, you’re a bounty hunter?”

“We don’t need to make small talk.”

“Yes, we do. It’ll be awkward if we don’t. And I’m genuinely interested. Like I said, I haven’t seen someone my own age in two months. You can humor me a little.”

You sighed, long and drawn out to make your misery clear to him.

“Fine,” you hissed, “Yeah, that’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?”

“Not really. You’re pretty laidback for a bounty hunter.”

“And now you’re insulting me. You’re the gift that keeps on giving, huh?”

He had the audacity to giggle at that, and you could’ve sworn that your heart stopped beating for a moment. There was no way that this was the same person who blew up the Death Star. There had to be some sort of mistake.

“I didn’t mean it as an insult. Just that you’re not wound so tight that you start killing everyone in your path. Most bounty hunters are like that, in my experience at least. Not to generalize or anything.”

“You have a lot of experience with bounty hunters?”

“Well, yeah. I’m a bounty, after all.”

“Right,” you huffed, crossing your arms and relaxing a little, “And what? Others have found you before?”

“You’re the sixth this month.”

You sputtered for a moment, unable to conceal your surprise. You’d known that you probably weren’t the first person to run into Luke, but five others? This month?

“You’re full of shit,” you argued, narrowing your eyes at him, “Those are hunters from the Guild. You would have been captured by now. I don’t believe you.”

“Sorry?” he replied, looking a little uncomfortable, “You don’t have to believe me, but I don’t really have any reason to lie to you.”

“Yes, you do,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. Your ship made another horrible noise then, and your stomach churned when another gust of wind forced itself against your only mode of transport.

“It’ll be okay,” he said, standing and walking towards the entrance to your ship, “But if you’re really worried about sand, we should stuff some fabric in these cracks. You should really have this resealed, actually. Do you not get cold from the air seeping in?”

“What, you’re making renovations now?” you scoffed, standing and following him as he walked down the corridor, “Hey! Where are you going?”

“To get fabric,” he called back, and he was gone.

You jogged to catch up with him, only to be floored when you saw him wave the door to your quarters open with his hand. That should’ve been impossible, but you supposed he was full of surprises.

“You can’t just barge into my room,” you snapped, putting an arm in front of him and slamming the button to shut the door.

“Don’t complain when your loading ramp is covered in sand tomorrow morning.”

You stared at him for a second before begrudgingly relenting, slamming the button once more. He smiled at you as he stepped into your quarters. You were hoping that he wouldn’t try to read you by studying your room, but your hopes were shattered when he made his way to a small desk in the corner.

“Is this an N-1 Starfighter?” he asked, staring at a model ship you had sitting on the desk, “I used to collect model ships. I never had this one though.”

“Yes,” you snapped, stepping between him and the desk, “I killed a guy for that. Don’t touch it.”

“Can I touch it?”

“I just said—“

“I won’t break it. I swear. I can be delicate.”

“Fine,” you hissed, reluctantly placing the model in his hands, “But if you break it, you have to let me take you to Vader.”

“Sounds fair,” he agreed, even though trading his life and freedom for the chance to hold an N-1 model hardly seemed fair to you at all.

You tried not to look at him at all as he admired the ship in his hands. You tried not to notice how his eyes lit up and his entire body visibly relaxed. You hadn’t even realized he’d been tense until now. His gloved thumb gently traced the doors, and with all the care he could muster, he tapped the tiny droid you had placed inside.

“It even has an astromech,” he mused happily, and for whatever reason, he felt compelled to meet your eyes then.

His beauty was truly unfair. Even in the dim lighting of your ship, his eyes still sparkled, and you couldn’t help but wonder what he’d look like in broad daylight. Divine, surely.

“Um, yeah,” you replied, voice strained, “I found that separately.”

“It’s a good addition,” he praised, smiling at you, “I have an astromech myself. Flying isn’t the same without him.”

“The R2 unit,” you said, recalling its mention in his commission profile.

“His reputation precedes him then,” he chuckled, shaking his head fondly, “Makes sense. Big personality for a little droid.”

“I wasn’t aware that droids had personalities.”

“I’ve met droids more personable than some people.“

“Seems more likely that you’re just projecting your big personality onto them,” you scoffed.

He smiled at you again and gently placed the model back into your hands.

“Thanks for letting me look at it. That’s probably the nicest model ship I’ve ever seen.”

“Whatever,” you murmured.

Your ship made another creaking sound then, and tilted more than it should have at the next gust of wind. To your horror, you were knocked off kilter, N-1 model flying out of your hands as you fell towards the floor.

Luke caught you before you collided with the ground, but you hardly cared. You shoved him off of you as you scanned the ground for the model ship, and you began to panic when you couldn’t find it.

“It’s fine,” he assured you, and your head snapped up to see the tiny N-1 Starfighter hovering level to where you’d been holding it. You looked to see that his other hand was outstretched; he appeared to have used his powers to keep both you and your prized possession from hitting the floor.

Relieved as he gently moved the model back into your hands, you sighed and placed it in your desk drawer. You’d keep it there until your ship stopped swaying in the violent winds of Tatooine. You didn’t bother thanking him.

“Do you have any extra sheets or blankets? We can use those to seal the gaps for now,” he said, reminding you of why you’d both come into your quarters in the first place.

“A few, yeah,” you mumbled, pulling some extra sheets from the drawers under your bed. You tossed a couple into his hands, and the two of you exited your quarters and made your way back to the entrance.

He got to work immediately, stuffing the sheets into the cracks that ran along your door. You didn’t offer assistance, instead standing with your arms crossed in front of your chest as you watched him. He was out of sheets, but a small portion of the seal still remained unattended.

“Do you have any more?” he asked, turning back to look at you.

“No,” you snapped, glaring at him, “Can’t you use your cloak?”

He cocked his head at you then, and pursed his lips together in what may have been annoyance. Seeing his expression venture anywhere near irritation was surprising to you at this point, and you wondered if you should continue giving him a hard time just so you could see him lose his composure a little. Maybe then you could finally gain some insight into why the Empire regarded him as such a great threat.

“I told you not to ask me to take my clothes off,” he joked weakly, though he looked a little uncomfortable.

“It’s the perfect size. Why not?”

“I just don’t want to,” he huffed, seeming torn between honoring your request and keeping his robe on.

“Not very noble of you, Jedi.”

“Don’t do that,” he said, eyes narrowing at you, “You’re trying to get under my skin. If I’m stuck here until the storm blows over, shouldn’t we at least be civil?”

“Your stoicism is annoying me. I can’t be civil if I’m annoyed.”

He stared at you for a second before sighing, his shoulders slumping a little.

“Sorry?” he replied, brows furrowed, “I’m not sure how I’m supposed to be acting, but I can be quiet for the rest of the night if that helps.”

For some reason, you were beginning to regret trying to annoy him. He wasn’t actually growing irritated with you; he just seemed hurt.

“I’m going to bed,” you said then, deciding this was a bandaid fix to your growing uncertainty surrounding your bounty, “I guess you can leave when the storm calms down, since I’m apparently not going to turn you in. Don’t break anything.”

“Oh,” he mumbled, seemingly surprised by your response, “Okay. Well, it was nice meeting you.”

“Wish I could say the same,” you murmured, and with that, you stormed off towards your quarters, managing not to look back at him a single time.

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Sleep didn’t come easily to you. Perhaps it was because you had left a supposed Jedi unattended in your cockpit, or maybe it was because of the harsh wind blowing against the side of your ship, which was already in worrisome condition. Regardless of the reasoning, you were struggling to rest.

After a few hours of trying in vain to sleep, you finally decided to give up. In your night robes, you ventured back into the cockpit, half expecting Luke to have vanished into the night.

How wrong you were.

There, having leaned the co-pilot’s chair as far back as it would go (which wasn’t very far, admittedly), sat Luke Skywalker. His knees were pulled to his chest, and his head rested against the back of the chair, his eyes closed. A shiver passed through him, and only then did you realize that he wasn’t wearing his cloak. You walked back towards the entrance door then, only to see that he had, in fact, shoved his robe into the remaining gaps. You sighed, a degree of guilt you hadn’t felt in years creeping up on you and gripping your conscience.

Reluctantly, you returned to the cockpit and roughly shook him by his shoulders. He jolted awake, eyes wide as he momentarily panicked. Much to your dismay, he immediately relaxed upon realizing it was you. This was an insult to your career.

“Is the storm over?” he asked, voice strained and raspy from sleep. You hated how attractive you found it.

“No,” you mumbled, unable to stop yourself from staring into his soft, tired eyes, “Come on.”

Confused, but willing to follow you anyway, he stood, trailing behind you as you led him back towards your quarters.

“Get your cloak,” you snapped when you passed the entryway, and he quickly complied.

“Some sand might get through—“

“I don’t care. Just take your shit.”

“Okay,” he replied, stifling a giggle. You rolled your eyes.

When you entered your quarters, you climbed back into bed. He stood, looking a little uncomfortable, but he didn’t say anything. Begrudgingly, you tossed a pillow down onto the rug next to your bed.

“Not being able to see you is stressing me out,” you said then, trying to sound as menacing as you could. Apparently, your efforts were in vain.

“Aw,” he hummed, taking a seat on your rug, “That’s sweet. Thank you.”

“I meant—“ you began, but you sighed in defeat when you caught sight of his sleepy smile, “Okay, whatever. I’m going back to sleep. Don’t do anything stupid.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied, still grinning at you, “Goodnight. Thanks for the pillow.”

You didn’t reply, instead turning on your side so you wouldn’t have to look at him.

This was the most troublesome bounty you’d ever agreed to.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

You weren’t sure why, but you awoke with a start, unable to breathe. You gasped and reached for your weapon, your fight or flight response immediately kicking in. When you were able to fully open your eyes, you realized in terror that you were face to face with a Trandoshan, his hands around your throat and his claws digging into your skin. Eyes widening, you managed to clutch the small knife you kept under your pillow, and shoved the blade into the side of the creature’s neck. He howled out in pain just long enough to allow you to roll out of your bed. You hit the floor hard, but managed to recover as you finally made it to your feet. Your blaster sat on your desk, and you made a beeline for it as you continued to cough from the assailant’s attack on your throat.

As your fingers wrapped around the handle of your blaster, you suddenly felt claws digging into your ankle, pulling you backwards and making you hit the ground again. You gasped, the air having been knocked out of your lungs, but didn’t release your hold on your blaster. The Trandoshan lifted you by your ankle and slammed your body onto the floor, your head making a horrible sound as it collided with the steel below. Grunting, you held onto your blaster for dear life, trying to think clearly enough to fend off the attack on your life.

You feigned unconsciousness if only to stave off another collision with the floor. The Trandoshan moved to kick your blaster from your hand then, but in a panicked effort to save yourself, you rolled to the side. You caught your attacker off guard enough to fire a shot to his knee, but knowing Trandoshans and their cockroach-esque abilities, it wouldn’t be enough. You fired off another shot into the creature’s neck, near where you’d shoved the blade, and you finally managed to bring him to the ground. Heart beating fast, you pointed your blaster at his head and kept your finger on the trigger until you were sure he was no longer breathing.

Hearing a commotion elsewhere on your ship, your adrenaline motivated you to race down the corridor and into the cockpit. To your horror, you saw that three more Trandoshans had infiltrated. You were confused by the corpse of one sitting on the floor next to a defeated assassin droid, but your confusion was quickly resolved when you caught sight of Luke standing on top of the co-pilot’s chair. He was unarmed, and yet a Trandoshan and assassin droid lay dead on the ground. You couldn’t wrap your head around it.

“You are outnumbered,” one of the Trandoshans hissed, blaster pointed at Luke.

Luke caught sight of you then, and before you knew what was happening, your blaster was flying through the air and into his hand.

“Hey!” you shouted, but he ignored you as he quickly fired a round into the two Trandoshans standing in front of him. You weren’t able to warn him about the lack of ammunition in your blaster before it was too late, and he frowned as he realized that he no longer had a weapon. The last Trandoshan charged at him then, but he dodged the attack by jumping off of the chair and landing gracefully on his feet.

The attacker shot at him as he skillfully evaded the bullets. You were impressed, but you couldn’t help but frown as your floors were maimed. Luke kept him firing until the Trandoshan was out of ammunition as well, leaving him with no choice but to engage the Jedi in close combat. Luke had no problem with this, practically dancing around the Trandoshan as he fended off his attacks. The creature did finally land a hit on him, however, and you winced as blood trickled down his nose.

You ran towards your arsenal then, deciding that Luke no longer had the situation under control. You picked up two more blasters and then scurried back into the cockpit, ready to shoot down the intruder. When you arrived, however, the Trandoshan’s feet were no longer touching the ground. You followed his panicked gaze until your eyes landed on Luke, whose outstretched hand appeared to be the culprit behind the floating creature in your cockpit. His expression was sharp as he clutched his hand into a fist, and with a final gasp, the Trandoshan fell to the ground, dead.

Luke panted, walking backwards until the back of his knees hit the co-pilot’s chair. He collapsed onto it then, trying to catch his breath as he sat with his head in his hand.

Only then did you finally begin to realize the danger he posed. You had struggled to take out one Trandoshan, and he had managed to kill four and an assassin droid in the same amount of time. He was only armed for two of those kills, and you felt a little sick at the realization that you had been sleeping in the same room as a man who could choke people with his mind.

Blood trickled from his nose and down his chin, but he seemed rather indifferent to it. Sighing, you approached him cautiously, blaster still in your hand as you neared the man in your cockpit. He must have sensed you growing near, because his eyes flew open and he looked up at you.

“Hey,” he greeted you softly, his voice strained, “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

You stared at him for a second, bewildered by the implication that he’d intended to fight off all of the attackers on his own while letting you sleep.

“One of them made it into my quarters,” you replied, unsure of what else to say. His face fell, and he stood to survey your body for an indication that you were hurt. You weren’t sure how, but he managed to find one, and you froze when his gloved hand caressed your cheek.

“You’re injured,” he said in between his ragged breaths, hand moving to touch your forehead, “Where’s your ‘fresher?”

You blinked at him and pointed down the hallway, unable to protest as he grabbed your hand and dragged you to your own restroom. Blood still dripping down his face, he made you sit on the lid of the toilet as he searched for a first aid kit. He really must have had some unnatural ability to find what he was looking for, because he returned with it in his hand.

“You’re bleeding,” he told you then, kneeling in front of you as he put a cloth under your nose, “Blow.”

You obeyed, a little dazed, but he stopped you.

“Not that hard,” he chuckled, and you rolled your eyes and blew your nose a bit more gently. He folded the cloth then and made you lean forward a bit, placing it in your hand and making you hold it. He then guided your other hand to pinch your nose.

“Sit like that for a few minutes. Don’t blow your nose again unless I tell you to.”

“You’re bleeding,” you told him, your own voice coming out as nasally. You cringed at the sound, but he giggled.

“Yeah, but you’re the one with a likely concussion. I’m alright.”

He leaned over your sink as he tended to his own nose, and you frowned when he spit a bit of blood into it, quickly rinsing it down by turning on the faucet.

“Who were they?” you finally asked, beginning to sort through the haze in your brain.

“Trandoshans. Dangerous, known for hunting Wookiees—“

“I know what Trandoshans are,” you snorted.

“Sorry, right. You’re a bounty hunter. I didn’t know what they were until a few months ago when they started trying to kill me, but then again, I’m from the middle of nowhere. Anyway, yeah. They broke in—you really need to get your doors fixed—because they saw us leave the cantina together. They were after me. I’m sorry that you got hurt.”

He sounded so sad towards the end that you could hardly stand it, and you couldn’t get over how ridiculous he was for apologizing for attracting additional bounty hunters when you were the one who had kidnapped him in the first place.

“I made you come here against your will. Don’t apologize for my mistakes,” you murmured.

Perhaps it was the mental fog resulting from your possible concussion, but you felt a little more relaxed around him than before. Considering how you’d just seen him decimate an entire group of bounty hunters, it was certainly a little ironic. Still, he was tending to your wounds and profusely apologizing when it wasn’t even his fault to begin with, and you couldn’t help how fascinated you were by his actions. You’d never met anyone like him.

“I could’ve left. I’m from Tatooine, you know. I could’ve handled the storm,” he mumbled, spitting some more blood into your sink.

“I told you not to. Because of the sand,” you reminded him.

“But I should’ve known that staying was risky. I put you in danger because I was being selfish. I’m sorry,” he said seriously, meeting your eyes with an expression so sad that you wanted to throw up.

“It was my poor judgment. Not yours,” you replied, voice quite stern despite the nasally pitch that pinching your nose made inevitable.

“No,” he mumbled quietly, cheeks a little red, “I wanted to stay. I was looking for a reason to. It’s my fault you got hurt.”

“What?” you asked, confused by his admission, “Why? I was trying to kidnap you.”

“I mean, I could’ve gotten out of that,” he replied, gesturing towards the bodies in your cockpit, “I just didn’t want to. You’re really interesting, and like I said, I haven’t spoken to anyone my own age in two months now, and you’re really funny—“

“You’re insane,” you mused in disbelief, “You’re so lonely that you’d befriend someone who’s actively trying to get you killed?”

“You make it sound embarrassing,” he grumbled, frowning. It was cute.

“It is embarrassing,” you teased, staring at him as he tried to stop his nose from bleeding, “You should be more careful. What if I had hurt you while you were sleeping?”

“I would’ve woken up,” he argued, “Look, I’m not trying to sound arrogant or anything, but I really think I could’ve held my own against you. And besides, you weren’t gonna turn me in.”

“How would you know?”

“I sensed it,” he replied, grinning. A little bit of blood had pooled around his teeth. Sighing, you tore off some toilet paper and stood, shoving it into his mouth. He squawked in surprise, hitting his head against the wall as he walked backwards. After you wiped the blood from his teeth, you threw the tissue into the garbage alongside the cloth you’d been holding under your nose. He continued to stare at you in utter disbelief, as if wiping the blood from his mouth was the craziest part of this night.

“You can’t be serious,” you said, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“You just put paper in my mouth,” he replied, “Warn me next time.”

This was the most emotive you’d seen him all night. You couldn’t conceal your amusement.

“So I can do it again if I warn you?” you asked, wondering if the punches he’d endured had given him a concussion as well.

“Sure? But I almost bit you, like, reflexively. So just let me know before you do something like that.”

Of course he was only so stressed because he was worried that he might’ve hurt you. You rolled your eyes and laughed in spite of yourself. Only when his expression softened did you realize what you’d done.

“You have a beautiful laugh,” he said sincerely, smiling at you with blood still trickling down his face. You rolled your eyes at him.

“I think you have a concussion,” you huffed, crossing your arms and watching him in the mirror as he tended to his injuries.

“Probably,” he laughed, pinching his nose, “I need to stop getting hit in the face. It’s fine every now and then, but this has happened quite a few times this month.”

“You’re gonna get a permanent brain injury or something. Why not just leave Tatooine if so many bounty hunters are tracing you back to here?”

“Jedi stuff,” he replied, grinning as he made eye contact with you through the bathroom mirror.

“Sounds like a load of shit. Nothing is worth risking your life every few days.”

“Rich, coming from a bounty hunter.”

“Except for money,” you clarified, and hearing him giggle as a result felt like a small victory to you for reasons you didn’t really want to think critically about.

“I value knowledge more than money,” he said, “But if you must know, I do have other business on Tatooine.”

“So you’ve said. You never elaborated.”

“My friend is stuck here. I’m working on getting him out,” he told you simply, tossing his bloodied tissue into the trashcan and shrugging.

“Sounds like your friend might be more trouble than he’s worth if you’ve had to put up with a bunch of bloody noses while coming up with a plan.”

“He’s trouble,” he agreed, smiling, “But he’s certainly worth it. He’d do the same for me.”

You weren’t sure if you’d ever had a relationship like that—one where you’d risk your life to save the other person. You weren’t surprised that someone like Luke would have plenty of deeply meaningful friendships, though. You could see how his friends would treasure him, and how he’d do the same. That seemed to be the kind of person he was.

“I’m sure he would,” you replied, somewhat absentmindedly as you admired him.

“Do you hear that?” he asked suddenly, turning to face you with wide eyes.

“No?”

“The storm is over,” he declared, and he practically raced out of your bathroom and into the cockpit to see for himself. He paid no mind to the bodies of the bounty hunters he stepped over, his demeanor greatly contrasting the rather morbid scene.

He was right. The twin suns were beginning to rise, the air now appearing somewhat clear.

“Have you ever seen a sunrise on Tatooine?” he asked then, watching you as you stared out at the pink sky. You shook your head.

“Then we should go see it,” he decided, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the entrance ramp.

“If I’m not turning you in, I need to pick up another commission. I should go—“

“You should get checked out by a medical droid before you fly this thing. You definitely have a concussion.”

“You’re not a doctor,” you argued as he pulled your sheets from the cracks in the door, folding them before placing them on the ground, because of course he would.

“Which is why we should get you to someone who can confirm what I already sense,” he replied somewhat teasingly, “Let me show you the sunrise first. Your head will probably hurt afterwards because of how bright it’ll be, and then I’ll feel vindicated and we’ll find a medical droid. Sound good?”

“I have a job,” you protested, but he was already pulling you outside.

“You can’t do your job with a head injury,” he said, and before you could put up any further complaints, he was dragging you outside.

Following your bounty to go watch the sunrise was not how you had expected this job to go; however, in spite of yourself, you felt the smallest ember of joy begin to burn within you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

He was right about three things.

The first was that the Tatooine sunrise was truly something to behold. He had climbed onto the roof of the tallest building in Mos Eisley, and you begrudgingly followed him. As the twin suns began to make their debut, however, you were glad that he’d made you do this. You didn’t think that Tatooine had any beauty to offer, but you were quickly proven wrong by the scene unfolding before you.

The second was that you had a concussion. He found a medical droid for you after you had, in fact, complained about the brightness of the suns once they had fully emerged, and you were told that you had a very mild head injury. You’d be fine, but the droid advised against flying for the next few days. Luke seemed all too pleased by this news, and offered to let you stay with him for a bit. He was likely just lonely as a consequence of being on Tatooine by himself for so long, but someone wanting you around was still a foreign and strangely pleasant feeling. In spite of yourself, you relished in it.

The third was that you were not, as he’d said from the very beginning, going to turn him over to the Empire. How could you? Anyone who spent more than a few minutes in his presence would struggle to put him in harm’s way. In fact, he was probably using some sort of mind trick on you. That was the only explanation for the sudden softening of your calloused heart. He must have this effect on everyone, and that’s what made him so dangerous.

Even with your skepticisms, you were injured and trapped on a dangerous planet with no one else to rely on. So, when your stomach rumbled that evening and he reluctantly told you that he only knew of one place for food in Mos Eisley, you finally agreed to follow him back into the cantina.

The prostitute from before scowled at you as soon as you entered, but to your surprise, the bartender just shook his head, as if he had been expecting this result all along.

“Evening, Luke,” he greeted him, sliding a glass of blue milk onto the counter as the Jedi took a seat, “I see you’ve made another friend.”

“Something like that,” he replied, and you knew he was grinning even though his hood covered his face, “Could we maybe do another sandwich, if it isn’t too much trouble?”

“Two?” he asked, and when Luke nodded, he disappeared into the kitchen.

“Think he’ll still serve me beer after I almost shot his customers?” you whispered, and Luke, of course, giggled.

“You need water. You shouldn’t drink with a concussion,” he chided, hand patting your knee like it was the most natural thing in the world. Your stomach flipped at the contact, and you almost fell out of the barstool when he kept his hand there, clutching his blue milk with the other.

The bartender emerged then, carrying two sandwiches. Luke thanked him and ordered you a water, much to your annoyance, and happily ate his sandwich with one hand. When the bartender returned, he brought out another dustcrepe. Luke perked up immediately.

“Thank you. You have no idea how much better these make me feel,” he said sincerely, cutting the dessert in half and sliding the plate over so you could reach it more easily.

“Don’t worry about it, kid,” he replied, “I appreciate your help around here.”

You weren’t sure what he was referring to, but it wasn’t really your place to ask questions, seeing as you’d pulled a gun on two of his patrons yesterday. You also didn’t have a hard time believing that Luke would go out of his way to do something nice for the owner of a Mos Eisley cantina. It was incredibly on brand for him.

At some point, the bartender caught sight of Luke’s hand on your knee, and you were somehow even more embarrassed by this than the fact that you had threatened to kill his customers the day prior. You blushed furiously as the man raised a knowing eyebrow at you.

“He won you over,” he mused, a small grin playing at his lips, “Did he give you the shirt off his back?”

“His cloak,” you murmured, scowling and looking away. The bartender laughed, and Luke looked up from his dustcrepe to smile at you.

Although he had been right about everything else, there was one thing he’d gotten wrong.

“Nothing sweet ever came from Tatooine.”

It’s what he’d said the day prior while sheepishly asking for a dustcrepe. You’d thought the same until yesterday, but now, as he sat in front of you, you knew he was wrong.

After all, Luke himself had come from Tatooine. And what was he if not sweet?

Needless to say, you lingered on the planet long after your headache had subsided.

[silkendress]

Heating Up

Star Wars

Explicit

Luke Skywalker/Reader

Fluff, Mutual Loss of Virginity, Multiple Orgasms

11k Words

Read on AO3

You’re shy. You wouldn’t call yourself beautiful or charismatic. Your lack of social awareness and general demeanor didn’t lend a proclivity for making friends, let alone relationships.

So you are still getting used to receiving affection and having your love be requited for once. But like a ripple effect, his want makes yours grow in kind.

Takes place after A New Hope when the Rebellion relocated to Hoth, but before the events of Empire Strikes Back. This is very self indulgent.

You never thought Luke would return your feelings.

Now that you were able to look back on your memories with a new lens, Luke was more observant than you initially gave him credit for; you didn’t expect him to notice the longing glances you gave him when you were so sure he wasn’t paying attention, or the uptick in you tripping over your words when speaking to him, how you avoided meeting his gentle blue eyes. 

After the destruction of the Death Star you were all but certain Luke had better things—and more important people—to think about.

Truthfully, you didn’t expect Luke Skywalker to even pay much attention to you even before that, you were pleasantly surprised whenever he would strike up a conversation with you or include you in discussions. You were shy and you wouldn’t call yourself beautiful or charismatic, so you resigned yourself to daydreams and admiration from afar.

In hindsight, Luke did notice you quite a lot. But at the time your own insecurities made you blind to it.

Regardless, you were caught off guard when he asked to speak with you somewhere where the two of you would be alone. You dismissed the color on his cheeks as a result of the unforgiving cold on Hoth, but couldn’t ignore the way he shifted his weight on his feet incessantly like he was nervous. Thinking it was something grave, you agreed immediately.

By the end of that conversation he was holding your hands in his and pressing his chilly lips to your heated cheek.

You were still getting used to a new normal with Luke in it.

Or rather, with significantly more Luke in it.

You quickly found out that Luke wasn’t at all shy with physical affection; it was slow and hesitant at first, especially in the very early stages of your relationship, and while he increased the frequency of touch in gradual increments and with your approval as not to overstep a potential boundary, you still found yourself pleasantly surprised by just how hands on Luke could be. 

He’d go out of his way to brush against you when walking with one another, his bigger hand would find yours to mess with under the table whenever you both had the opportunity to eat together, he’d nudge you with his shoulder to grab your attention and would essentially find any excuse to physically touch you.

The two of you had long since graduated from chaste kisses on the cheek to kisses on the lips, but it was still something you were getting used to. Luke took it in stride and almost always gave you a quick peck before departing from you. 

As of recently, the two of you began tiptoeing into deeper, longer kisses when you were alone, but you always slowed things down to a stop before they could go any further. In the back of your mind you wondered how far Luke would go otherwise. And in the blown out, dark pupils of his otherwise light eyes you think you had your answer.

You were bundled up to your ears in a thick blanket, half awake and trying to finish a chapter of your holonovel before going back to sleep.

You woke up rather early, and a particularly merciless snowstorm swept across the area, so not much could be done today. You think you saw a glimpse of Luke while walking past the hangar, but he was very obviously preoccupied with something else. A small part of you was still getting used to other people referring to him as ‘Commander Skywalker.’

You reasoned that you’d be able to spend time with him later, and if not, there was always tomorrow. You were both busy, Luke especially so, and thus were used to it. It didn’t make you miss each other any less, though.

What you were reading was supposed to be an adventure, but the burgeoning romance between the heroine and her companion had finally reached a boiling point in this chapter. Your brows knitted together in distaste initially, but you read on regardless.

The first thing that popped in your head when your eyes skimmed over the graphic details of the coupling between the protagonists was Luke, entirely unbidden.

You pinch the bridge of your nose as soon as the thought drifts by your subconscious, and decide that would be enough reading for now.

It wasn’t the first time you’ve thought of Luke in that way.

Said thoughts increased in frequency when you first entered a relationship with him—before then, it felt inappropriate to think of him in such a way—but it has reached an all time high ever since Luke had begun kissing your breath away every so often when you were alone.

You weren’t really sure what to do with those feelings. It wasn’t like you’ve neverfantasized before—you actually used to daydream all the time, so much so that your head was in the clouds rather than being present in the moment—but you weren’t in a relationship back then. Or ever, until Luke.

You rub your eyes, half in tiredness, half in exasperation.

You couldn’t help but think back to one of your more heated moments with Luke, it was only a few days ago; you were tucked away in his quarters, his mouth against yours like that was its purpose, his hands squeezing yours in lieu of grabbing your hips like he wanted...

You toss and turn with a huff, laying on your side now instead of your back.

You would say you didn’t know what was holding you back from taking things that extra step further, but that would be a lie.

It already took a great deal of effort on your part to get used to Luke’s affections, not that you didn’t enjoy them—it was the opposite, in fact; you were desperate for it. Needed it like you needed air. And it was almost overwhelming for you.

You were someone who had gotten begrudgingly comfortable with the idea of being alone for the foreseeable future, only for Luke to come along and make a space for himself in your heart as if he was always meant to. It took some time for your mind to shift and adjust to that new reality.

Furthermore; you were self-conscious and didn’t want to be a disappointment.

The memory of the first kiss you shared with Luke didn’t mortify you nearly as much now that sufficient time had passed, but you don’t think you’d ever forget how you accidentally clacked your teeth against his. You really didn’t want a repeat of something like that in an even more intimate setting.

You didn’t think you were pretty—Luke seemed to be the only man in the galaxy to think that you were—and you were worried you wouldn’t be desirable physically.

It was strange, because along with those unfounded insecurities came with the knowledge of the fact that Luke loved you in every way, and that would include your body, even though he hasn't seen it bare yet.

Your mind didn’t make any sense, and only annoyed you further.

Eventually you settle down, unable to ignore the increasing weight of your eyelids.

You flinch awake, being woken from your slumber by something you weren't fully conscious of yet.

Your eyes flutter open, and then you hear a familiar voice. “Sorry, just wanted to see you.”

You rub the sleep out of your eyes and shift to lay on your other side to face him. “No, no, don’t apologize. I love seeing you.”

A glowing smile appears on Luke’s face. You motion him over with a vague gesture and he is quick to close the space between the two of you.

The bed dips slightly when he sits down next to you, looking down at you with a fondness that never failed to make your heart ache.

“Tired?” He asks while idly stroking your cheek.

“Not anymore.” You mumble sleepily. Luke huffs out a laugh.

He isn’t clad in multiple layers of insulated clothing, so you assume the snowstorm put a stop to a few of his duties as well, allowing him to retire for the day early.

Which would mean you’d have each other all for yourselves.

You smile up at him, and squirm out of your cocoon of blankets just enough to free your arms. Luke giggles at the sight, his grin especially boyish, and you feel your heart flutter.

He leans down to embrace you, half sitting and half laying. You can’t imagine it’s comfortable for him, so you apply a gentle pressure across his back to invite him to lay down with you.

It was beyond frigid even inside your quarters, and you wanted nothing more than to nestle with him under the blankets. Luke chuckles at your eagerness, and murmurs ‘hold on’ before briefly pulling away to unlace and kick off his boots.

“What were you up to?” It was a question both of you already knew the answer to—you both had duties to fulfill for the Rebellion, after all—yet you always asked one another it regardless.

Still, you decide against giving him a full, moment to moment recounting of your entireday.

“Reading and sleeping.” You answer bluntly. Luke snorts, shooting you a teasing look before removing his other shoe to crawl into bed with you.

“Oh yeah? Reading what?” He was always so interested in you, no matter how mundane. In a way, you suppose he always had been; just that you couldn’t see it before until now.

“Oh, just a holonovel—it’s supposed to be an adventure.” You huff, your earlier annoyance at the forced romance in the holonovel rising up again.

And the memory you had of Luke practically claiming your mouth.

An expression must have flickered across your face, because Luke stares at you curiously.

You speak before he can ask about it. “What about you? What did you do today?”

“Maintenance.” He replies simply, seemingly acquiescing with letting the earlier subject go. Luke always seemed to be able to sense your apprehension somehow.

Truth be told, most of what Luke spoke about in regards to piloting and ships went straight over your head, but it never prevented you from asking or enjoying hearing him talk about a subject he was so familiar with and passionate about. You loved hearing him talk, you could listen to him for hours.

Luke gently nudged you against him while he settled in next to you, laying on his side so that he was facing you. His torso was firm, yet still soft, and wider than yours. It was always nice nestling into him under the warmth of the blankets.

Afterwards he draped his arm over you, pulling you fully to him and leaving no space between you both. You sigh pleasantly, laying an arm loosely over him in kind.

It was difficult to not think of Luke when he was quite literally wrapped around you.

You wanted him to kiss you again, just like he did a few days ago. You’re not exactly sure where the sudden desire came from, maybe your brief introspection earlier today opened the door for it. Either way, you wanted it again.

Luke was usually the one that initiated things, it wasn’t like you never did, just that he tended to beat you to it. And while the two of you have kissed each other passionately before, it felt more intimate to do so now, in bed together.

Luke softly taps your side to get your attention. “Hey, is something on your mind?”

“Can we kiss?” You blurt out suddenly before your nerves could stop you.

You don’t even have a chance to feel embarrassed because Luke’s mouth is on yours almost instantly.

Any anxiety you had dissolved as Luke cradled your face and locked lips with you.

His hands were so big, and while you’ve long since known this, in the current context made your stomach flip. They encompassed your face as he gently took it into his palms to slowly press his lips on yours. As he deepened the kiss he shifted to drape his chest partially over yours.

Clothes were between you and him but you still felt oddly exposed. His hands had gotten a bit rougher over time, you found that you enjoyed the feeling of his new callouses against your skin. You were certainly enjoying the way his mouth was slotted against yours. 

Luke pulled away just enough to give you and himself a moment to catch breath, and as you laid under him panting and warm, you felt your heart pound in your chest and stomach. 

You felt traces of his spit on your lips, and you suddenly felt naked. An itching sensation crawled up your neck and cheeks along with heat, and you struggled to look up at Luke directly despite how lovely he looked mildly disheveled in your peripheral.

Luke solved that issue by cupping your jaw in his fingers and turning your head to get a better look at you. His eyes flicked across your face, he was admiring, you realized.

His voice was a breathy rasp, almost like he was in a daze. “You’re pretty like this.”

You couldn’t help the shudder that ran through you, nor the frisson up your spine.

He was quick to return to lavishing affections on you. This time he kissed your cheek and even your jaw, you physically shivered under him.

“Good?”

You nod quickly. “Good.” You choke out, voice tight.

Luke took that as permission to continue further, his lips ghosting over your neck before planting a tentative kiss there. You breathe out a shaky sigh, and he does it again; this time with fervor.

“Luke,” you gasp out breathlessly. He hums in both acknowledgment and approval of the way your voice sounded. He redoubles his efforts, lightly sucking your collarbone and laying more kisses on the column of your throat.

You wanted more, you didn’t want him to stop—

You were also forced to contend with what exactly not stopping would entail.

“Wait,” as soon as the word leaves your lips Luke’s off of you in an instant.

“Yeah? Everything okay?” His eyes flick across your face, gaze intense and searching for any sign of discomfort.

You nod immediately, wanting to assure him nothing was wrong. He visibly relaxes.

“Just need a second?” And his hand is cupping your jaw again, his fingers brushing soothingly over the skin there.

“Um, no, I actually was wondering—“ You sputtered, not exactly sure on how to say it. Luke doesn’t press you any further, just sits and waits, allowing you to corral your thoughts.

“Will we…Uh, you know,” you wave your hand vaguely in place of the word. “Take off our clothes.” You finally manage to say.

Luke’s eyes go wide and he sits up. “I—not if you don’t want to.”

You sit up, too. “Do you want to?”

You think Luke’s face goes a shade redder. “Do you?”

“Yes.” You pipe up.

You’re momentarily distracted by Luke’s lower lip being worried between his teeth. “Me too.” He admits meekly.

Then after a beat, Luke speaks again, albeit hesitantly. “…Just taking off our clothes?”

And with that, you are struck with the thought of Luke’s nude body lying atop your just as bare body, and your entire face feels ablaze.

Your throat suddenly felt dry. “I…I want more.” Luke perks up in interest.

…But then reality dampens your desires. “Ah, but I don’t think we could right now.” Luke’s brows lower in momentary confusion.

You cock your head at him, but elaborate regardless. “I don’t have anything to avoid, you know, having a child.”

Luke blinks, then the crease between his brows smooth out. “Oh, you don’t have to worry about that.”

You stare at him, confounded. “You’re sterile?”

Luke’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, eyes as wide as plates. “What? No!“

A realization dawns on you, and you felt rather silly for forgetting that contraceptives existed. That realization is followed immediately by another one. 

“Oh. Have you been wanting this—?” 

Luke almost winces, and you know you were correct. “Well, I mean—“ He sputters.

You then hear him cuss under his breath. “That sounds horrible, doesn’t it? I promise, I’m not some kind of—“

“Luke, it isn’t a bad thing at all!” You tell him hastily. You actually thought it was rather convenient, and even flattering that he thought that far ahead.

You clear your throat. “So, I won't get...?”

He shook his head in confirmation, and you were endeared by how his fluffy hair swayed with the motion.

With that, you became dizzingly aware of the fact that at least from a fundamental, biological perspective, Luke wanted to reproduce with you. A delightful warmth blooms in your lower belly, and you decide to shove that feeling away for now. You’d revisit it another time, perhaps.

There’s a natural pause in the conversation, and Luke sheepishly glances at you from under his pale lashes.

“So...” He begins, waiting for your response. Truth be told, your mind was reeling a little from the fact that this was actually happening. You were almost jittery with excitement.

Luke mistook your silence as something else.

“We don’t have to, we can just cuddle, or—“

“No, no, I really want to,” you blurt out. Luke's eyes go wide, then somewhat half lidded from your admission, and your cheeks don’t get any cooler.

“I really want to, too.” He tells you after a moment in a hushed tone, almost like he was telling a secret. Your embarrassment was alleviated with the knowledge that the intensity of your desire was mutual.

You flick your eyes away down to your hands, which were fumbling aimlessly in your lap in a nervous habit. “It's actually just...”

Luke waits for you to find the words, patient and understanding.

“I haven’t...I’ve never...” You suddenly felt extremely self conscious. Logically, you knew Luke would never judge you, especially not over something like this, but that didn't stop the feeling from welling up inside you.

You actually have never told him that he was your first kiss—it wasn't like you were hiding it from him or anything, just that the topic never came up. He was your first everything, now that you thought of it.

Your lack of social awareness and general demeanor didn’t lend a proclivity for making friends, let alone relationships.

Fortunately, Luke understands exactly what you’re trying to say. You are incredibly grateful for that. There’s a near imperceptible smile on his lips, and he reaches out his hand to cup your cheek, just how he knew you liked. And as always, you feel soothed just from his touch.

“That’s okay, I haven’t either.”

As strange as it was to admit to yourself, you were actually hoping that was the case. You felt less pressure knowing that this was uncharted territory for him, too.

That being said, you hadn’t the faintest clue why Luke hasn’t experienced this before. Luke was incredibly handsome to you, kindhearted and determined. In your mind there was a decent chance that he wasn’t new to this like you were.

Then, in a nervous mumble. “I haven’t done it, but I know a little.”

Your curiosity was piqued, but you ultimately decide to ask him about it later.

“Well, I think your little is more than my nothing.”

Luke bursts into a small fit of good natured laughter, and you are quick to follow.

He gives you a kiss on your cheek before pulling away to look you in the eye again.

“When you say nothing...?” His tone is careful. Luke was fully ready and willing to teach you everything before even thinking about touching you if needed, and knowing that made your heart swell.

“I was being hyperbolic. I...Just know how it works scientifically.” You knew how reproduction worked on a biological level, but you doubted those medical explanations encompassed the full experience in practice.

After a small moment, Luke reaches out to interlock his fingers with yours, giving your hand a small squeeze. You feel warm. He leans over to peck your forehead, and you couldn’t stop the smile growing on your face even if you tried.

His lips drift down to brush over your lips, not quite kissing you yet, while his other hand played with the hem of your shirt. Your heart was pounding just from his fingers ghosting over your hip.

“Can I?” He whispers against your lips.

“C-can you first?” You felt childish requesting such a thing, but Luke didn’t judge you for it one bit.

“Yeah, absolutely.” He chirps in reply, nodding in affirmation. And you feel feverish solely due to the anticipation of seeing Luke topless.

He pulls away from you to tug his shirt off, grabbing it from the back of his neck and over his head in one swoop. He shakes out his hair afterward to get the stray strands out of his eyes, and something about it makes your heart swell with affection.

Luke isn’t bulky, but he certainly isn’t scrawny either. His biceps were clearly defined, as were the tendons and muscles that made up his forearms. His torso was firm and soft in all the right places.

There’s a trail of hair underneath his navel, gold like straw, and you stop yourself from following the line down into the waistband of his pants with your eyes.

You’re a bit too late though, Luke catches you ogling him and a bashful grin is on his face now.

“Is it alright if I…?” He nods towards your shirt.

“Yeah,” you choke out.

“You’re sure? I know it isn’t quite the same...” He trails off sheepishly.

It would be more intimate for you to be topless than him, and his consideration made your lips twitch up into a small smile despite yourself. You feel your heart flutter with fondness.

“It’s okay.”

Luke looks at you, his gaze searching. “Really?”

You nod quickly—perhaps too quickly, your enthusiasm was plain to see, and you were fiddling with your hands in anticipation. Luke grins at your open eagerness, and you feel warmth crawl up your neck.

“I can still take it off for you?” He asks again, voice so sweet that for a second you think you misheard him.

After a small pause you nod again, just as fast as the first time, and you both burst into a small fit of giggles.

“You're funny,” he chuckles as he closes the small gap between the two of you and holds you close.

He lays countless kisses across your face, and as he does so you laugh breathlessly. Your heart feels full, and his affections distract you from the insecurities you have over yourself for the time being.

The laughter quieted down as his kisses became slower and deeper. You were suddenly reminded of what was soon to come, and the thought left you with a flurry of emotions.

His lips are soft, and his tongue would occasionally swipe against your mouth; not on purpose, but because he was kissing you so fervently. You had kissed him before, of course; but never in this context, never in this way. Never with Luke’s hand gliding down to idly fondle your hip, his mouth slotted against yours with the specific intent to have you wholly.

You shudder against him, your legs beginning to twitch with occasional trembling. Luke held you tight, leaving no space between you and him. Despite being fully clothed yourself, you felt naked with him so close. Judging by the amount of heat radiating off of him and the color blooming across his face, he was just as affected by this as you were.

Luke pulled away just enough from your lips to drift his kisses down to your jaw. You immediately purse your lips to prevent any noises from escaping your throat.

It was for naught when he leaned down further to give your neck one intent suckle. 

The hand that wasn’t on gripping your hip shifted from your cheek to cradle the back of your head. You whimpered, you weren’t aware you could make sounds quite like that before, and before you could feel even slightly embarrassed about it Luke sucked your throat once more—seemingly encouraged by your noises—this time peppering kisses as he went. 

You gasp and shiver, goosebumps blooming on your skin solely from him rather than the cold environment. Luke’s hands kept you still, even as you jumped and writhed against his affections on instinct; wanting more but not sure what exactly to do about it.

It was only when you made a particularly loud and broken whine did Luke pull away to grin at you, his face flushed and gaze half-lidded. You felt butterflies in your stomach. 

“Yeah?” Luke wore self-satisfaction very well, you realize helplessly.

Your expression was blissful, your eyes half-lidded and your face pleasantly warm. The small traces of Luke’s saliva was quickly cooling on your neck, but you found that you still felt hot regardless.

Something in your expression made desire flicker in Luke’s eyes, and he was quick to close the gap between the two of you again.

You let your hands wander a bit this time, letting your fingers thread into his hair—which was just as soft as it looked—and feeling up his back and arms.

Finally, his hands drifted down to the hem of your shirt again, and he let his hands wander up underneath it to feel your bare skin before pulling away to remove it from you.

Your head almost got caught in it, and it shocked a laugh out of both of you. “Sorry, sorry…” Luke mumbled between giggles.

The article of clothing was lifted up and over your head, and before you knew it you were bare chested just as he was.

Despite your earlier joviality, you found it difficult to meet Luke’s gaze, and shrank inwards.

There’s an airy quality to his voice when he speaks, his tone quiet; as if he was nervous he would scare you away.

“Wow. You’re beautiful.” 

The feeling you get doesn’t feel like a punch to the stomach or a pang in your heart like you were bracing for, it’s something soft and tight; like a hug.

Luke’s told you that he’s found you pretty many, many times before; but you’ve never been bare before him as you were now. You flick your eyes to him, and in you those soft blue eyes of his, all you could see was affection. It made your heart twinge and ache.

You realize you must of been quiet for just a beat too long when Luke carefully lays a hand on your shoulder. The feeling of his palm on your bare skin almost takes your breath away.

“You okay?”

“You know, no one’s ever told me that before you.” You confess, feeling a tad ashamed after admitting it.

Something like protectiveness flashes across his features, but it’s gone in an instant, replaced by an expression of neutrality;  he was reigning in his own emotions to focus on you.

“I mean it.” His tone is earnest, and you knew he wasn’t just trying to placate you; he was being honest. The hand on your shoulder trailed up to your jaw, he ran his thumb over your cheek before leaning in to kiss your temple.

“I wanna touch you, can I?” He murmurs softly against your cheek, his voice a gentle rasp.

You nibble on your bottom lip in a momentary bout of nerves, then nod.

“J-just be gentle.” You add.

“I always will be.” He tells you, his tone thick with sincerity.

Instead of touching your breasts immediately like you were expecting, his hands go to hold your waist. While his hands wander down to your hips and occasionally over your belly, he kisses you. His hands stretch over your skin, as if he could grasp you all in his palm, desperate and eager.

After he acquaints himself to the curves and planes of your waist his touch meanders higher.

Your breath catches in your throat when his thumb brushes over the underside of your breast. Afterwards his palm lazily drifts up until eventually his hand is cupping it entirely. You quietly gasp.

“Feels good?” You had a feeling he already knew the answer to that question, and the soft smile you felt on his lips only lent credence to that.

You didn’t trust your voice at the moment, so you just nod.

The callouses on his skin make you shiver as he paws at you, his thumb brushes over your nipple and you take a sharp intake of breath. Your eyes flutter shut. Luke takes that opportunity to pepper kisses on your collarbone, his mouth fanning over the top plane of your chest.

You let your own hands wander across his body, too; you start with his back, feeling his shoulder blades. Then your hand drifts across his forearm, feeling the musculature there, and what you could reach of his chest and abdomen with him sitting so close. The muscles in his belly twitch and flutter from your hand, and you think you could feel his heartbeat pounding under his chest.

You feel him shudder, his eyes fluttering open and closed just from your touch, just as sensitive and desperate for you as you were for him.

Your reciprocated enthusiasm serves to encourage him. “You know…” He begins, nuzzling his head into your neck like he was embarrassed. You hum in acknowledgment, your mind still in a warm daze.

“I’ve thought about this before.” He quietly admits.

You couldn’t imagine anyone fantasizing about you, so his admission both surprised and excited you. It made perfect sense of course; he was just as smitten with you as you were with him, but you never gave the idea of him fantasizing about you thought before.

“You have?” Your voice is breathy.

“Yeah, a lot. Just—this. Clothes off, touching.” His voice trails off in a mumble.

You would be lying if you said you’ve never thought of Luke in that way, either.

“Me too.”

Luke’s head perks up from your shoulder. “What about?” He seems genuinely curious, it makes your head feel fuzzy.

“Um, like what you’re doing now…” You begin, trying to find the words. “And, you know, snuggling naked.”

A boyish grin breaks out across Luke’s face, then his lips thin out as he thinks.

“…There actually was something I've thought about doing to you a lot.”

“Really? What is it?”

Luke shifts a bit, nervous. “It’s...You might think it's gross,  just tell me—“

You nod, and give him the same patience as he gave you countless times before.

“Uh, I really wanna eat you out.”

You feel a pulse of want between your legs. “Oh, wow,” you blurt out.

“...Yeah. Um, you don't have to or anything—“

“I want to try.” Truthfully, you weren't sure whether or not you thought it was unappealing yet, you were just enraptured by the fact Luke thought about doing such a thing to you.

“Now?” Luke asks hopefully.

“Yes.”

Luke looks positively elated. His enthusiasm is infectious. He gives your breast one parting kiss, and you are pliant when he gently guides you to lay on your back.

Once settled, you felt very exposed lying like this with Luke overlooking you. His eyes raked over your body, and your skin tingled with goosebumps.

He slowly runs his palm over your stomach, making you squirm and suck in a gasp. A brief smirk flashes on his face just from seeing the reaction his touch had on you.

“We'll have to take this off.” Luke says when he reaches the waistband of your bottoms.

You breathe deeply, pushing away your self-directed scrutiny and anxiety. “Okay.”

Luke glances up at you, lips curved into a gentle simper, then he shifts his attention back down between your legs.

He took his time. His fingers hooked one by one under the band of your bottoms, the anticipation building within you into a lightheaded fever pitch. He pulled them off in the same languid pace, and when he got them down to the tops of your thighs, exposing your underwear, his breath imperceptibly hitched.

You chew on your bottom lip, a wave of cool heat washing over you. It was almost as if you could feel his eyes on you, admiring you.

Your stomach felt like it was doing backflips.

One of his hands uncurl from your bottoms, and hovers over your hip, his hand close enough that you could practically feel his body heat—but not yet touching.

“Please,” you weren’t even sure what precisely you were asking for, just that you wanted.

Luke sighs, airy and glad, before immediately fondling your bare thigh. You couldn’t help the shakiness in your breathing once his big palm squeezed and cupped at you. Your toes curled into the soft blankets of the bed, your hands clutching at the blankets.

Luke made a strangled noise from the back of his throat, and didn’t dally any further with divesting you of your remaining clothing.

You couldn’t bite off the high-pitched sound that escaped your throat when his hands shot under your bottom to pull your pants off the rest of the way.

He placed them on the end of the bed, leaving you only in your underwear. Your chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. Luke says your name, you look at him in lieu of a verbal reply.

“Good?” He asks you.

“Good.”

Luke hums in acknowledgement, and idly glides his hands up your thighs, his fingers leaving goosebumps in its wake.

He tenderly grasps the swell of your inner thighs. “I love you.”

Your heart squeezes in your chest. “I love you, too.”

Then Luke’s hands trail up to your panties and tug them down, as easy as anything. There isn’t any preamble to it; he simply takes them off and puts them on top of where he laid your pants.

His voice is tight. “Fuck.”

Your stomach is a whirlwind of butterflies, your fingers twitch in excited jitters, the dull ache between your legs is impossible to ignore.

Luke could admire you all day, but he intended to do more than just stare. “Here, let me...”

His hands returned to delicately grab your thighs and gently pull them apart, exposing your sex to him. You whimpered, embarrassed yet still eager, unable to look away.

“You're so pretty.” His eyes were glued to your cunt while he told you this.

You felt your stomach swoop, your face all but scorching.

“Luke.” You whined, clenching around nothing.

Luke was momentarily enamored with how he could see your wet lips twitch with arousal. He quickly snapped out of his reverie and repositioned himself to lay down on his stomach between your legs.

As he went, he pressed chaste, sweet kisses on your inner thigh.

You felt your mouth go dry when Luke looked up at you past his lashes between your legs, his mouth inches away from where you ached.

His mouth hovered over your mound, his lips not quite making contact initially. You worried momentarily if the hair there would bother him, but then he gave your slit one, long lick.

A yelp tore out your throat and your hips jolted up, your nerves alight with sensitivity and your body powerless against it.

He pulls away, a breathless chuckle leaving him; almost nervous, you are momentarily stunned by the sight of his tongue darting out to lick your arousal from his lower lip.

“Was that sound a good one?”

You nod eagerly, and that was all Luke needed to see before diving back between your legs.

You lacked a proper frame of reference for this, the only thing you could compare it to was kissing. Fervent, hungry kissing.

Luke's tongue lapped incomprehensible shapes in an incoherent rhythm. The hair did not bother him at all. He suckled on your labia spontaneously and dove his tongue into your folds. Every now and then his tongue or mouth would incidentally go over that little sensitive nub near the top of your sex, and your body would seize; almost like the air getting punched out of you.

His sheer desperation and enthusiasm was enough to have your legs shaking. His wide, blue eyes were locked on you with nothing short of adoration. Your face burned in equal parts embarrassment and affection, your eyes fluttering shut and open at random intervals—flicking to and away from his intense gaze.

When his lips brush against your clit again while he drug his tongue up the surface of your slit, you sharply inhale. You were basking in the sensations he was giving you. Luke was paying far closer attention than you realized.

“Here?” He murmurs against your sex, voice muffled.

Your head bobs up and down frantically, your eyes squeezing shut and your fingers clenching at the blankets.

Luke hums in satisfaction, and focuses his efforts on your clit. His tongue lolling against it, rolling it with the tip of his tongue.

The sound that came out of you was alien even to your own ears, warbled and too high-pitched on the wrong notes. Yet it was because of this very sound, that was both so uniquely you and explicitly caused by him, that made a long and drawn out moan rise out of his own throat.

The vibrations of which felt like it was reverberating against your very core.

You blubber out his name, your voice cracking and thighs strained taut from your body involuntarily tensing in anticipation for your fast approaching release.

He is emboldened by your sounds, the trembling of your limbs and your blissed out expression; and suctions his lips the best he can around your clit, gently suckling.

Your orgasm came suddenly and mercilessly.

You weren’t prepared for the intensity nor the swiftness of it; it felt like a whirlwind. Your body shook, your thighs trembling and squeezing shut on instinct—Luke’s current position inhibited them from closing all the way. Your hands clutched at and released the blankets haphazardly.

As you came, ‘I love you’ slipped past your lips. At the moment, you were far too overcome with pleasure to realize what you just said, let alone feel embarrassed about it. It wasn’t like you both haven’t told each other that many times before; the phrase ‘I love you’ was as breathing for you to exchange with one another, It was the vulnerability of the current situation that would undoubtedly make you feel needlessly shy about it.

Luke continued on, not ceasing with his ministrations until the aftershocks of your climax tapered off and melted away. Eventually the fluttering and clamping of your sex decreased in intensity, and all you were left with was sensitivity. You shifted your wobbly legs back open the best you could, and breathlessly choked out Luke’s name once more.

He gave your tender cunt one last kiss, forcing a whine out of you before pulling away.

Your head felt light in the best way, you were in a rather pleasant stupor.

You feel the bed shift as Luke sits up on his knees, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his arm. Wiping off your wetness, your subconscious reminds you with a dull pulse of arousal. 

If you didn't know any better, you'd say he almost looked mildly inebriated. It was an unfairly handsome look on him.

Afterwards he moves from between your legs up over to you. You’re greeted with a small yet glowing smile on his face. Luke settled over you, his arms on either side of your head. You found yourself unable to look away from him, his lips looked especially red and even a little swollen from all of the kissing.

He looked beautiful.

Luke leans down to press his lips on your forehead. “Love you too.” 

Your heart feels full.

“You know, you’re very handsome.” You say, allowing yourself to speak your thoughts aloud.

It’s painfully endearing how Luke’s face gets so red just from that, especially when he was devouring you between your legs a mere moment ago. He beams at you, his eyes crinkling and his smile lopsided and wide, bashful.

You wanted to make him feel as good as he made you felt.

You sit up a bit on your elbows, and peck his lips. Luke hums in satisfaction, and immediately deepens it. As he does so, you are taken aback by the taste of yourself on his mouth, pulling away with a slight furrow to your brow. 

“I taste odd.” You exclaim before Luke can worry. He blinks at you, then laughs in disbelief, you join in with him.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, but he’s grinning. “Can we keep kissing—?”

“Of course.” You reply immediately. Luke is quick to resume the gentle lip lock he had with you.

As he kisses you, you can’t ignore the thought of touching and pleasuring him just as he did you. You had no doubt that he was just as aroused as you were, yet he made no move to satisfy himself just yet. And that simply wouldn’t do.

You murmur against his lips. “Can I…Can I try with my mouth? On you.”

Luke swallows thickly, his lips parting to speak, closing, then opening again. “You…You don’t gotta—“

“Oh, you don’t want me to—?”

“No. I want you to.” He answers immediately. “But…You don’t have to.”

It was sweet how considerate he was being. “Luke, I really want to.”

His irises dart around your face, he nibbles on his bottom lip, then nods. You smile and kiss his cheek, and he smiles back at you.

You shift to sit up fully and Luke moves to make space for you to do so. Then your hands go to his waistband, hesitating.

“I want you to.” Luke tells you again, and you finally begin to pull his bottoms down.

Now that you were looking, you could see the vague outline of his erection straining even against the thick material of his pants. You swallowed hard and tried to be as careful as possible with taking them off. He leaned back a bit to give you more space to do so.

Luke’s breathing became shaky as you went, leaving him in his white briefs. His bottom lip was being sucked into his mouth, staring at you to observe your expression.

You could very clearly see the outline of his balls and cock through them, full and thick. The tension from his erection stretched the material taut around him, and your knees felt weak.

There was a noticeable dark spot where the tip of his cock was leaking copious amounts of precum, and for a moment you wondered how you would fit him in your mouth.

“You’re—Wow,” you sputter. You thought he was beautiful.

Luke smiles sheepishly at you, his cheeks a lovely shade of red. You waste no time with removing his underwear, but still are sure to be gentle with him.

He lifts his hips up to help you, and kicks them off himself once they're down past his knees.

His cock softly smacked against his belly, the quiet sound sending a bolt of need through you. The gold hair adorning his sac and lower stomach on full display. Your eye was finally able to reach the end of the trail that began under his navel to his flushed cock. A white pearl beaded at his tip, peeking out of his foreskin.

His thighs were fuzzy, the hair there was just as blond as the hair on his head. You started off by mimicking how he touched you earlier; starting with his thighs. His legs twitched under your gentle hands.

You repositioned yourself in preparation to take him into your mouth, and Luke parted his legs for you. Even his chest was blushing now.

Getting to see Luke in such a vulnerable position only made your stomach swoop.

Once you were settled between his legs, you touched his belly, then his inner thighs. Luke bit his lip and exhaled heavily through his nose, his cock actually twitched.

Your hand hovered closer to his sex, and Luke softly groaned. You glanced up at him, briefly admiring the expression he wore.

“Tell me if It feels good, I don’t really know how—”

Luke nods, understanding you immediately. The tension in your shoulders eases, and you finally wrap your hand around him.

“Fuck—“ Luke hisses, strangled.

“Keep going, don’t stop.” He immediately adds, not wanting you to misinterpret his previous exclamation.

His reaction is an encouraging one, so you carefully give him a squeeze, and find that while his skin was soft to the touch the flesh underneath was firm and weighty.

“Oh—!” Luke gasps, his hips twitching as though he wanted to buck up.

He was just as sensitive as you were.

You squeeze him again, and Luke grunts through his teeth. The noises he was making were new to you, and you couldn’t get enough of them. Tentatively, you bring your other hand to fondle his balls, and Luke whines brokenly and spreads his legs slightly wider.

You explored him just like that for a few moments, getting familiar with his body as he did with yours earlier.

Eventually, a whimpering noise came out from the very bottom of Luke’s throat. “I-I want your mouth now.” He tells you, and you try not to think too hard about how you obey him immediately.

You don’t waste any time, you were eager for this too; and so you simply lean down and take his tip into your mouth. 

Luke nearly chokes on his breath.

Honestly, he tasted like himself. It was difficult to describe, just skin and sweat and something heady, almost musky. There was a slightly salty taste you got from your tongue unintentionally swiping over his weeping slit, but even that didn't bother you, because it was still Luke.

He sputters a curse, his hand flying out to your shoulder. His grip was desperate, yet light. Like he needed to touch you just to keep himself grounded. You felt your heart beat faster with the realization that you were what was making him feel this way.

Then he gently applies pressure there and you understand immediately, lifting your mouth off of him. “What’s wrong? What’d I do—?” You question worriedly.

“Nothing, you’re perfect, just—hold on,” His hand leaves your shoulder to gently pull his foreskin back, fully exposing the reddened head of his cock. Afterwards, he returns his hand to rest across his belly.

You blink, feeling a bit flustered. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t—“

“You don’t have to apologize.” He smiles fondly at you.

Feeling emboldened once more, you take him into your mouth again. You try licking him while the head of his cock is in your mouth, laving your tongue aimlessly around, and even dipping into the small slit on the very tip on occasion. Luke gasps and writhes. The muscles in his thighs and pelvis twitching, resisting the instinctual urge to thrust.

You tried taking more of him into your mouth, but Luke’s cock was more of proddingagainst the inside of your cheek than going down in your throat, when you tilted your head to adjust and take him properly, the faint brush of his head past your palate made your throat tense up and constrict in warning. Your brows furrow, disgruntled with yourself.

Luke’s hand comes to rest on your cheek, applying just enough pressure there to ease you off. Even though you knew it was fine that you couldn’t fit him in your mouth completely, your cheeks still burned from self-consciousness. You wanted to make him feel as good as he just made you a few moments ago.

Yet when you sheepishly looked up at him for further guidance, all you saw was his sweet face painted red from arousal and his lips tugged into an affectionate smile.

After making sure you didn’t choke, his hand falls away, allowing you to try again. “Touch the parts you can't fit with your hand.” He suggests softly, and you do so eagerly.

You take him as far as you can go without risk of stimulating your gag reflex or being made otherwise uncomfortable, this time with your hand gently squeezing and fondling the remainder of his length, the other cupping his balls.

Judging by the utterly broken whine that escaped him, this was still wonderful for him.

You try stroking him up and down in addition to sucking like he did to your neck and clit earlier, and the way he sounds when you do makes your cunt clamp around nothing.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” there was a gentle command in his broken voice that made your knees feel weak.

“Oh, I’m gonna—” he gasps out, voice tight. “Can I—? Ah—” Luke swallows thickly, trying to compose himself to some degree.

“C-can I cum in your mouth? Is that okay?” He rambled, his voice taking on a desperate quality.

Considering your mouth was currently full, all you could do was hum a loud and enthusiastic ‘mhm’ around his cock.

Luke’s hand reaches out to settle on your head, not pushing or pulling you, just resting there. Knowing he was close, you redoubled your efforts, and Luke was on the precipice. He whined out your name, told you how perfect your mouth felt, how perfect you were. All saccharine and genuine.

You feel his dick throb in your mouth, and feel his balls draw up ever so slightly in your palm. And then Luke groans so deeply that it almost sounds like he’s in pain, and the first rope of his cum hits your tongue.

When the second spurt lands on your palate you realize that you’d have to spit or swallow it. You also realize that Luke cums a lot.

You decide it would be less of a mess to just swallow him, so you do exactly that. The devastated noise Luke makes when he feels you do so is worth it just for that alone.

The taste was odd, but you didn’t mind it since it was Luke. You gladly swallowed what he had to give, just as he eagerly licked up your wetness earlier. Luke’s chest rose and fell with every shallow breath he took, you felt his hand tremble slightly in your hair.

Finally, one last dribble of seed left him and he was done.

You continued to suck him, attempting to mimic how Luke helped you ride out your orgasm earlier, but Luke yelped—evidently overstimulated and already content, and lightly urged you off of his cock.

A thin string of your saliva still connected your mouth to his dick even when you pulled away, and when Luke sees this he softly whines. He looks almost feverish, his eyes glassy and his blond hair a messy halo around his head.

“I love you.” He murmurs, his voice weak at the edges from his earlier vocalizations.

You haphazardly wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “I love you, too.” You say. Luke’s mouth quirks up, then he sits up and extends his arms to invite you into them.

Luke scooped you up in his arms with a remarkable lack of effort, pulling you the rest of the way towards him. He lifted the blankets to nestle under them with you, your naked bodies flush and warm together.

He strokes your cheek, his eyes on you, both far away yet present at once.

You feel greedy for wanting more after this. Gluttonous, even. You wanted him to slot between your legs and sheathe himself inside you like you spoke about earlier. You swallow thickly at the thought, Luke notices.

“Was it okay for you?” His worry and insecurity made your heart ache.

“It was amazing. I’ve never felt like that before.” Luke seems a bit flustered by your admission, but he’s still grinning ear to ear regardless.

“Yeah, me too.” He eventually says.

The two of you cuddle in a peaceful silence, during in which you try to both work up the courage to ask him if he still wanted to be inside of you, and try to figure out how to even ask that.

Luke’s hand is in your hair, mindlessly messing with it; it’s soothing. His eyes had slipped shut a few moments ago in relaxation, but he’s still awake. 

You can’t shake the feeling that he’s somehow is aware of your nerves, but is just choosing not to mention it to instead let you breach the subject first.

“Hey, Luke,” you begin. He hums in reply. “Do you still want to…?”

His eyes flutter open at this. You mentally wince at yourself, feeling like you were sounding rather needy. “Goodness, I'm sorry, I—“

“Hey, stop that. You don’t have anything to be sorry over, alright?” His hand leaves your hair to stroke your cheek, his tone gentle yet stern. You nod, feeling significantly less self-conscious.

“I still want more of you.” He whispers to you, his voice low. His tone makes your heart leap in your throat.

Then his eyes shift away from you, a bit hesitant. “Um. It’ll just be a minute or two before I...It won’t be long.” You nod, completely understanding, and Luke visibly relaxes.

You nuzzle back into Luke’s chest, and his hand drifts from your cheek up into your hair, idly messing with it. You don’t remember the last time you felt so serene.

As it turns out, it was almost exactly one minute.

Luke’s refractory period was shockingly short, and it wasn’t long before you felt his cock fill out against your thighs as he was languidly kissing you. Initially you were concerned about the lingering taste of him still on your tongue, but Luke was too eager to care, his mouth seized yours hungrily.

Now feeling more confident, Luke slid his hand down your stomach to cup at your pussy, fondling for a moment before sweetly rubbing at your clit. His callous textured fingers only added to the stimulation, and you whimpered in his mouth.

“You’re so wet,” Luke says under his breath, against your lips.

“Do you think I could try with my fingers first?” He then asks, his very fingers applying some pressure to your clit rendering you momentarily speechless. You moan shakily.

“Uh-huh?” There’s a boyish, coy smirk on his lips that makes your legs feel gelatinous.

His fingers then dip past your lips, lightly pressing against your opening but not quite pushing in. He rubs you there for a moment longer, letting you acclimate to the sensation before applying just enough pressure to slip a finger inside.

You gasp sharply, and you feel Luke’s eyes boring into you, wanting to observe every expression you made. You feel yourself stretch and pulse around his digit. It didn’t feel uncomfortable, just new. Different.

You’re somewhat embarrassed by how easily his finger slides in and out of you. Luke was right; you were very wet.

It wasn’t long before you felt his middle finger prod against your already occupied cunt. You understood why, Luke was far thicker than just one—or even two—of his fingers.

“It shouldn’t hurt. Tell me if it does, okay?” His attentiveness made your heart flutter.

“Okay.” You grit out, voice wobbly from his current ministrations.

With that, he begins to squeeze his other finger inside. You whimper, feeling yourself be stretched open a little further. Luke’s eyes dart across your face, and he stills, waiting. When he doesn’t see any discomfort on your face or hear any objection, he continues.

He slides his other digit in fully, feeling your walls flutter and twitch around them for a few moments, then he pushes his fingers in and out at a steady, deep pace. Your whines increase in volume and frequency, Luke swallows them up with his mouth and maintains the rhythm he set.

You can actually hear how aroused you are; it’s a soft, wet sound. It makes your cheeks itch with the burn of embarrassment, but fortunately it isn’t enough to dampen your excitement.

As Luke goes on you feel the swell of an impending orgasm. And Luke could feel you tighten up around his fingers.

“Yeah? Are you close?” Luke rasps against your ear, the question completely rhetorical—your pleasure was nakedly obvious with how tightly your cunt began to clench his fingers, and that wasn’t even mentioning how wet you were. Luke proceeded to redouble his efforts with his fingers.

You squeeze your eyes shut as the coil within you winds up further, nodding quickly. You stutter out his name, hoping that would prompt him to keep talking; you wanted to hear his voice more.

Fortunately for you, Luke was talkative regardless. “C’mon, you’re almost there, I can feel it, c’mon...”

Your muscles go taut, and your hand aimlessly reaches out to grasp at Luke’s wrist to ground yourself somehow as your climax took your breath away.

The wet sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of you only grew louder with your orgasm, and Luke immediately claimed your mouth with his. Murmuring praise against your tongue as he continued to pleasure you until it was over.

You slump against him, feeling boneless and light. Luke easily repositions you both from your half-seated positions, now fully laying down with you.

Luke draws indiscernible shapes on your hip, letting you come down from your high first.

After you’ve settled, Luke quietly asks; “Do you think you could take me now?” between sweet, open-mouthed kisses on your face and neck.

“Yes. Please.”

And Luke looks thrilled. “I’ll make it good for you, I promise.”

There’s that warm, fluttering sensation in your belly again. You loved him. “You already have made me feel good. Twice.”

Luke scoffs meekly at you, redness creeping up his neck. “Let’s make it thrice then, yeah?” He lightly teases, nudging you. You can’t help but giggle.

Luke reaches out to lay his palm on your cheek, pressing a chaste and sweet kiss on your forehead. When he pulls away, he moves to crawl over you. 

Your legs brush against one another, his body heat mingling with yours, his swollen cock bobs between his legs and lightly taps against your inner thigh. Your heart feels like it’s in your stomach; pulsing. Neither you nor Luke can wait any longer.

You watch, momentarily entranced, when Luke takes hold of himself, a thick bead of pre on his tip. He bites down on his lip, his fist moving so slowly down his shaft that you wouldn’t have noticed were you not paying such close attention.

Luke rasps your name, your entire body quivers. You reach out your hand to cup his face, stroking your thumb across his cheekbone, and his eyes go half-lidded. Your other hand goes to his waist, urging him forward.

He obliges. Luke carefully guides the head of his weeping cock to your slit, visibly biting back a whine. His free hand gently wrests yours off his waist to hold it in his.

He then strokes himself against your cunt, smearing his precum and initially rubbing up along your slit before lightly pressing further and intentionally drifting across your clit.

“Ah—” you hiccup, grasping Luke's hand just a little tighter. He squeezes back, soothing you.

Luke doesn’t need to do anything further to get you excited for it, you’ve been aching for long enough. And so has he.

He presses the very head of himself against your lips, still slick from both your arousal and previous orgasm. It was so effortless for him to push in, almost like he was meant to. You clench his hand again, moaning out his name shakily. Luke groaned, the sound guttural, like it was punched out of him. Your interwoven fingers trembled around each other.

“We okay?” He asks, his voice hushed.

You lick your lips, suddenly they feel dry. “Y-yeah.”

Luke was thicker than his fingers, that you already knew, but it did little to help you imagine what he would actually feel like inside you. Your cunt stretched to accommodate him. After a pause to allow you both to acclimate, he sheathed himself fully inside with one long, sluggish push of his hips.

Luke’s lips part in a silent moan, as does yours.

Now fully seated in you, Luke leans forward to kiss you deeply, the hand that was once guiding his cock comes up to cradle your head. His tongue swipes over your lips, and instead of keeping it at that Luke prods his tongue into your mouth. You’re surprised at first, but quickly widen your jaw just a little more to grant him easier access.

His tongue lapped and prodded at yours, running over your teeth and anywhere it could touch. You couldn’t help the noises escaping you, and, on instinct, Luke rolled his hips.

The reaction was immediate; your toes curled and your legs tried to close up on reflex—only to squeeze Luke’s waist. Luke gasped and moaned in a strangled, high pitched tone against your mouth. Your cunt clamped around him, which made his hips impulsively jolt forward again.

Luke released your hand so he could wrap both of his arms around you, hugging you close to his bare chest and burying his face in your neck. You wrapped your arms around him in kind, running your hands up and down his back. His heavy breaths fanned across your throat and shoulder.

Your voice shakes. “Luke—”

“F-fuck,” he whines, voice cracking.

You’re needy and want more, you don’t want him to stop. So you fully wrap your legs around his waist, crossing them at the ankles. This doesn't escape Luke's notice, and he begins to all but rut into you.

The sound of him pounding into your wet heat was also accompanied by his balls softly smacking against you, your combined moans and whines punctuated by your coupling. Luke readjusted his position on top of you, releasing you and instead planting his hands on either side of your head so that he could see your face. His knuckles were white as he clenched at the sheets, the tendons on his forearms being accentuated by the effort.

As he stared into your eyes, you subconsciously tilted your head away, your face partially buried within the pillows. Your lips were parting, you felt like a fish out of water. You weren't sure what you looked like right now, but you doubted it was attractive.

You squeeze your eyes shut, bringing up one trembling hand to loosely run over your face, trying to collect yourself.

You feel Luke’s hand almost instantly, gently pawing away yours so he could cup your cheek to delicately tilt your head so that he could see your entire face clearly again.

His thumb draws soothing circles on your cheek. “You’re so beautiful.” He tells you, his voice gentle, almost sounding like a whisper. Something about his tone does something to you. Makes the butterflies in your stomach go south.

Then he makes your toes curl by rolling his hips in that specific way again. He quickly builds back up to his earlier pace, his hand drifting away from your cheek to grip at the pillows near your head.

His lips were parted, his eyelids drooped in arousal, his pupils were so blown that his blue eyes almost looked dark. The flush on his face only served to accentuate the freckles and moles on his skin. You all but keen for him, your back arching up unconsciously, your cunt squeezing him ever tighter while he stretched you open and made you flutter around his cock.

“You really…” His hips momentarily stutter as the most blissful sigh of pleasure escapes his lips, “You really like this, don’t you?” 

You were too flustered and dizzy with arousal to answer him, and even if you weren’t, you couldn’t imagine what you would say aside from the helpless sounding whimpers you were currently making.

“You’re so wet, you’re squeezing me so much.” As it turns out, your face could get hotter. 

He was talking aloud rather than speaking directly to you and expecting a reply, but the effect was the same. Now that you thought of it, it didn’t surprise you that Luke was vocal like this, not just talking but with his sounds of pleasure as well. You found yourself loving everything you heard out of him.

You were almost overwhelmed by it, by him—all of him. Your voice took on a warbled quality as he kept rutting, each enthusiastic thrust increasing the ache between your legs. Soon you began to pulse around him at longer intervals—squeezing his cock.

“Are you gonna cum again?” Luke asks excitedly, almost in disbelief.

Your body answers him for you by clasping his cock, making his breath hitch. That was all the confirmation he needed, and quickly readjusted his position to be able to rub at your clit whilst thrusting into you.

Luke whimpers weakly, “You’re so tight—“

As your orgasm approached, so did his—how increasingly snug you were becoming around him was pushing him to finish. You choked on your very breath, your eyes becoming glassy as your arousal climbed higher, higher, higher.

Your eyes clamp shut, and then stars burst behind your eyelids, and you cry out for him.

The sensation was almost too much; your hips bucked up against him involuntarily, a fluttering sensation in your lower stomach. Luke's hips actually stutter, he yelps your name.

During your climax he rambled praises to you and cussed in both Basic and what you thought was Huttese.

“You feel so good, you’re so good—” words tumbled out of his mouth breathlessly, and you were enraptured by it.

Luke began to buck his hips at an unrelenting pace, aching for you and giving himself permission to chase his own release now. Your legs shook, feeling especially weak at the knees with each heavy thrust. As you squirm under him his hands go to your hips to hold you, his grip tight yet tender.

Moans are drawn out of him, louder and picking up in frequency. He gasps out your name, his sounds becoming slightly higher in pitch, more jumbled. You feel his cock throb and twitch inside you, more precum leaking out of him. He was almost there.

You reach out for him, your hands run up and over his belly, his arms, his chest. The muscles there contract under your light touch, his eyes flutter and your name is on his lips again, tight and short; then his rhythm becomes rapid and sloppy. Your hands tremble with the intensity of his desire, your body tensing in eager anticipation for what was so clearly welling up within him.

A string of curses you didn’t understand poured out his mouth, his eyes especially glossy, then his hips stuttered harshly and you felt his cock kick up inside you before his seed filled you.

“Ah, ah—” the sound was choked and clipped, it escaped unbidden from his throat and was in rhythm with each rope of cum that came out of him. He rambled out how he loved you, how he loved you so much, and it left you feeling breathless.

It was so warm, it felt like you were being heated up from the inside. The sensations on his cock was similar to being milked, with your cunt lightly tugging at him and clamping around him, even with your own orgasm beginning to taper off it still felt intense. Your toes curled and a pitiful noise left you.

Luke’s hips pressed into you deeply—practically humping against you since he was fully sheathed inside of you—but it was clear that it was instinctual as opposed to a conscious action. The fact that it wasn’t something he was necessarily doing on purpose only made your body run hotter.

He hiccuped your name, clutching aimlessly at you, grasping and releasing your sides, your hips, your shoulders. You’re all too happy to lay there and have him paw at you in the throes of his orgasm.

Luke kept rutting into you until he had nothing left to give, his voice warbled from sensitivity and the noises emanating from his throat incoherent. You both were whining and clutching at each other.

His thighs and hips trembled with the effort, eventually slowing down to weak humping and eventually stopping entirely. He laid on you, his face buried in the space between your neck and shoulder. His softening cock still within you.

You both laid there, panting.

Naked and sweat laden despite the cold, the fluids from both his and your arousal together in-between your legs; on him, inside of you. Your heavy breaths on his shoulder, his on your cheek. Your hearts pounding against each other as he laid over you, blanketing you with his body.

It felt nice, being under him like this. The sensations you feel lull into a fuzzy, tranquil euphoria. You were pleasantly lightheaded. When you and Luke’s breathing settles he lazily pulls himself out, and you are struck with just how full he made you feel.

He props himself up a bit on his elbows to look at your face. His smile is bright and beautiful, the satisfied exhaustion in his expression only added to it. He looked like he was glowing. You looked much the same, and with how you sounded earlier there was no need to ask if you enjoyed yourself.

“Come here,” he gathers you up in his arms easily. He rearranges you both so that you are under the blankets, lying face-to-face. His hand comes up to cradle your head while he tucks you under his chin. You've never felt safer, nor more loved.

He plays with your hair and rubs languid circles onto your back, gentle and comforting. You feel yourself being lulled to sleep, and Luke presses his lips against the top of your head.

You both lay there, half-awake yet not wanting to sleep just yet; trying to hold onto every second of this moment that you had with each other. Eventually, sleep becomes too difficult to ignore, and Luke’s hand slows to a stop while your eyelids droop shut. Holding each other close, your breathing falling into gentle sync.

“I love you.” He murmurs sleepily, just before sleep claims him.

Your heart clenches, and you feel cherished in his arms. You whisper before following him to slumber; 

“Love you, too.”

I love him. Luke doesn’t have near enough reader inserts. :( 💔

I have never been a Star Wars fan or anything, I always knew it existed of course but never got into it. I decided to watch the original Star Wars trilogy just because and recently finished it and developed a massive crush on Luke. Σ>―(〃°ω°〃)♡→

If there’s any mistakes with the lore or setting I apologize and hope it can be overlooked, I watched the movies in one and a half sitting so my memories of finer details might be a bit fuzzy. ;;__;; I kept certain details vague for this reason too, I hope it doesn’t take away from the story.

…I just made up the whole contraceptive thing. =͟͟(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥) It’s a sci-fi setting, they have prosthetics with sensations so I think it could be reasonable to have male contraceptives haha… Anyway I wanted to include that conversation since in my gluttonous self-indulgence I wanted Luke to finish inside the reader. That’s all. (￣▽￣*)ゞ

Speaking of, I want to write another one where Luke and reader are actively trying for a baby, I couldn’t find anything like that, I really want to write it. There’s a hint of that here in this, but I wanted to flesh that concept out as its own story instead of trying to make it awkwardly work in this one.

I was really sad when I saw there wasn’t that many Luke reader inserts out there, I was hoping there would be considering he’s the protagonist and all. It’s okay since I’m very used to having crushes on characters that aren’t very popular, but still! Luke is lovely (and handsome) so I couldn’t help but crush on him, it was inevitable. I adore him. ;;o;; ♡

As always I tried very hard to characterize Luke the best I could, but this is still very self-indulgent.

Oh, and worth noting that he isn’t reading the reader’s mind or anything here, he’s just very in tune with her emotions due to his connection with the Force. It’s more like he can feel when her vibe is off, not specific thoughts or anything like that. It’s completely unconscious on his part! He isn’t doing it on purpose. ;;

Also, I really got swept up with inspiration while writing this one! It was a nice feeling. I seriously wasn’t expecting the word count of this one to be this high, haha. ; Despite not being the most eloquent thing I've ever written, I still enjoyed the process a lot! If there’s a weird sentence in here somewhere, I’m sorry… ;;__;;

I really want to write more for Luke! I love him a lot and he needs more reader inserts. I have a few ideas already and I’m really looking forward to finishing writing them!

I deeply appreciate any and all likes or reblogs! It means a lot to know that my writing can be enjoyable for people. Thanks for reading!!

[ellieandallthingsfuzzy]

Circles

 Summary: Part II to Midnight Delusions where Luke's concern for your mental health gets worse, and you meet and old friend of the family's.

Warnings: Intense descriptions of anxiety and psychosis, elements of horror,

 "Last night was the worst one yet and I'm afraid that it will only get worse." 

Chewie's guttural yawn could be heard from a distance over the hologram. Leia glanced to the side once before meeting Luke's eye again.

"When was the last episode?" 

"About a fortnight ago," he sighed. "I'm at a loss for what to do anymore other than how I take care of her now." 

Leia's heart sunk at the sight of her brave twin looking more defeated than ever. His shoulders were slumped and his eyes were puffed and glazed over. 

"You haven't slept much, have you?"

Another sigh, and then "I'm afraid of her waking up without me." 

Her heart went from her stomach to her feet at that. 

"She seems to be alright in the day when I'm with my students, but then when the sun goes down I think that's when it gets worse." 

"Is there anyone with her in that time?" 

"R2 is always nearby." 

There was a long moment of silence between them as they pondered. Leia was especially saddened to hear of your worsening condition. The two of you were almost as close to each other as you were to Luke. Anytime she visited, he had to practically compete for your attention because you were always glued to her side, and her, yours. Sometimes you two even slept in the same bed, which makes him just the tiny bit jealous, but ultimately he was happy that the two most important women in his life loved each other just as much as he loved them.

"I'm on a mission as an ambassador to Mygeeto at the moment, but I will come see you two at the earliest opportunity. I regret that it's already been this long since my last visit…"

Luke smiled softly. "Worry not, dear sister. I always feel you in the force." 

"And I, you." She said, voice starting to trail off. "I must leave for now, but I will stay in touch." She said regrettably. He nodded before they said their goodbyes and Luke was left alone in the room again. 

Another great breath of air deflated his chest as he studied the forest outside the window. All the vibrant green bamboo trees and the leaves that always seemed to be reaching out to touch you. A truly gorgeous place. 

You'd gone out for a walk maybe an hour earlier after waking up to Luke still rubbing your hair back from your forehead. Your eyes had fluttered sleepily as you registered his puffy eyed stare and his sad smile while he asked you how you were feeling today. 

You gave a big stretch and a tired whine before telling him you felt fine so far. 

"How about I make us something to eat, yeah?" His voice was still at half volume. 

You'd gently shook your head.

"I'm not really hungry yet." 

You'd quietly slipped on your boots and one of your oversized black cloaks: a hand-me-down from Luke. And then you were off, trudging aimlessly and thoughtlessly through the trees and the grass. You were weary as always about possible hallucinations but they usually stayed away for a good chunk of the day. Things only got bad when the sky starts to dim.

But right now, you were relieved and contented to have full control of your own mind and soon, you found a comfortable spot by a pond where you sat with your legs bent on either side of you. Curious frogs and other strange bugs pirouette around your presence. You giggled to yourself while you let some of them crawl up and down your arm and weave between your fingers. You even let a spider explore the surface of your face before gently guiding it back down into your palm again. 

You always had a special relationship with the wildlife here. The animals and the trees and even the dirt beneath your feet. Perhaps that was why Luke picked this place out for the two of you. It was special and it was easy to strengthen one's connection with not only the force, but the universe itself. It was a soothing remedy to your delicate mind. Like being kissed and tucked back into bed after a horrible nightmare. 

"You have a strong connection to the force here." 

You froze, refusing to look at who spoke or to even blink. Was this a real person or was this another product of your damaged psyche?

"But you're not a force user, are you?" 

The sound of footsteps approaching set every one of your nerves on edge and you started to shake. The spider you were holding scurried away after sensing your fear along with most of the bugs and frogs that have also come to visit. 

The footsteps stopped about a meter away and finally, you turned to the side just slightly to see a tall figure looking down at you, but not with malice. At least, you hoped that was what you were sensing. 

They had their arms politely behind their back, something shiny and silver was clipped to their belt. 

"I have a different kind of power." You said meekly. 

"One that most don't understand." 

You only gave a small nod as the stranger got closer, but still far enough away so as not to startle you. You still hadn't looked at her head on.

"But it's a power that can also leave you vulnerable." She continued.

Slowly, you turned to finally see who this stranger was and even though you'd never seen her before in your life….your breath still caught in your throat. 

She was tall and confident and exuded power. Her mannerisms alone suggested great wisdom and maturity. Someone who has seen a lot, someone who has done a lot. Someone from way before your time. From before Luke's, even. 

You recognized her as a togruta woman with the signature white facial markings. You were briefly mesmerized by the striped head tails draped over her shoulders. 

You frowned slightly after a long moment of unsure silence. You didn't look her in the face when you talked. You rarely looked anyone in the face when you did. 

"Why are you talking to me?" 

A strangely worded question but she knew what you really meant. Why was she here? Why was she interested in your power? Why did she care about your mental turmoil? 

"I was called by the force to come here. My help will be needed very soon."

"I don't need your help." You tried to sound as polite as possible. 

"Maybe that is true. But you'll need the help of people very close to you." 

'He already helps me every single day. Even if he doesn't have to…'

"I'm not talking about Luke."

You whipped your head around, eyes wide with alarm. 

She only gave a reassuring smile.

"We met once a few years ago when he trained his first student. I'm…a friend of the family."

Your alarm slowly dissipated until you were gazing off to the side again. You still didn't understand her interest in you or your condition.

"Something dark is plaguing you."

"Well…I've always been a little sick."

"It's different than that." Her tone darkened. "I sense an outside entity. And it will only continue to get stronger if you don't reach out." 

You shook your head. "No, this isn't something anyone can ever save me from. My own mind is poisonous. And you're right, it will get worse. Slowly, but surely. And no one, not even I can stop it. The way to cure me is to kill me."

Your silence after that was horribly telling. Something in the stranger was saddened and suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder. You were almost surprised that you didn't startle. 

"There is always another way." 

Your eyes started to water when you answered. Your words were wobblier than before. 

"Not for my family." 

Neither of you spoke for several minutes. She looked at you with a mix of sympathy and concern while you fought to even out your breaths. To swallow back the tears and quickly wipe away any that escape. 

"I…I have a rule…If I ever…" 

Your eyes leaked despite you struggling to keep it together. Just the thought alone of this worst case scenario was overwhelming. It felt blasphemous. You were sickened to even say it out loud. 

"If I ever…g-go after him. If-If I ever hurt him…" 

You squeezed your eyes shut as her hold you tightened just a bit. 

Though you couldn't finish the thought, she knew exactly what you were saying. You'd kill yourself if you ever hurt Luke. 

"We don't have to let that happen. Whatever that darkness was that hurt you yesterday, it can be killed." 

You frowned at her seemingly endless knowledge of you and your life, but you also had to remember that she was a vetted force user and could probably see into your past just as well as you could. And if she was older than Luke, which she was for sure, you could imagine just how powerful she was.

"You need to call your sister." 

Once again you whipped your head, eyes even crazier than before. 

"How do you know about my sister!?"

"Luke has mentioned some things. But mostly I can sense it. You need help from your own kind, your own blood."

"I thought you said your help was needed?"

"The force works in ways we don't always understand at first. But I'm meant to be here at this time." 

You shook your head again, mostly to shake away the confusion. Your head was already starting to ache and you suddenly wanted to far far away from this stranger. 

You gave her one last fearful look before rising, making her hand fall limp to her side. You brushed past her, only stopping when she spoke again. 

"You'll understand soon. Better than I ever could. You'll be ready soon."

You didn't say anything, just wrapped your cloak tighter around you and slinking off into the woods. 

At home, Luke was winding down after a long day of teaching, training, and coaching. He was changing into his night robes when R2 started beeping away at him. 

"You know she likes to go for walks often. Don't worry, I can always tell where she's at or if she's safe."

More electronic beeping and squealing and Luke exhaled harshly.

"She's okay R2. Trust me, I'll be the first to jump into action if something happens."

The mouthy droid only got more frantic and frustrated at Luke's dismissal until finally, after a good five minutes of arguing, he slipped on his boots and went out after you. Mostly just to humor R2, who followed eagerly.

♤♤♤♤♤

You trudged farther and farther into the woods, that stranger's words still replaying in your head. You couldn't stop thinking about all the possibilities of what could happen. 

What if she was right? What if you were being attacked? What if you did need your sister's help? What if this unseen force ends up killing you before you kill yourself? What if it ends up killing Luke?

At some point, your hands ran down your face as you cried out in agony, trying to scream away all of these terrifying thoughts. And on and on you walked, occasionally stumbling a bit off to the side.

You passed a bamboo cluster when you heard someone calling out your name. Your husband.

That was when you realized just how long you'd been gone because the sky was dark again and suddenly you knew you had to get home before things got bad. 

But things weren't going to go bad, you told yourself. If you expect it, it will happen. So you repeated to yourself over and over while you headed towards Luke's voice. 

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine…" Over and over until the words no longer sounded like real words. 

Luke called for you once more and you called back, telling him you were coming. But he didn't seem to hear you. 

You must be too far away for your voice to carry. You did have a pretty soft voice especially compared to Luke, who's screeching could rival that of a wookie's. Thankfully, he's calmed down since his younger days. 

You groaned and continued on, still reassuring yourself as you went. 

♤♤♤♤♤

Luke's hands floated back down to his sides after calling you for the umpteenth time. R2 beeped and he only glanced at him once before speaking.

"That is weird. She usually always answers, even if it's just a small wavelength…" A subtle wave of energy that can carry any type of emotion. 

The magic you practiced, or at least used to, was vastly different to what he tapped into. But it also made it easier to sense your presence. It calmed him, made him at ease. But now, he couldn't sense you at all. It was like you'd just disappeared off the face of the planet. 

His heart sunk lower and lower at this until he ordered his trusty droid to keep watch where he was while he ran off through the thick trees, calling your name louder and louder until he was screaming your name like you'd just died in front of him.

♤♤♤♤♤

You passed the same cluster of bamboo sproutlings for the third time when Luke's voice started to distort into something else. A demonic bastardization of his real voice and you were struggling to find your way out of this endless loop. Because soon, you were certain that you were being chased by whatever was calling you and you sprinted until you could hear the quick footsteps of someone right on your heels. 

No matter which way you ran, you always passed by the same cluster and no matter how hard you screamed, no one would hear you. You were trapped in a loop and you clawed at your own face, yanking on your hair, pounding on your own head. Trying to get it to stop, trying to escape this hell. 

It was only when you saw him in the distance, clad in all black and covered with a great cape that a new adrenaline passed through you. You ran faster to catch up, calling and reaching out for him until he was within arms reach. You grabbed first for the fabric of his cloak to turn him around so he could face you but he wouldn't move. He was a statue. Cold and unfeeling. 

You tugged again and called his name with a warbling voice. 

Still nothing. 

"Luke?" You paused to see if he'd do anything. When he didn't, you grabbed his arm hoping to get him to look at you but the second you did, a cold, clammy hand overtook yours.

You gasped instantly as the color of its skin resembled a decaying corpse than the golden color of Luke's complexion. When he turned to look at you, your blood froze in your veins when you were greeted with the gaunt face of a monster you hadn't thought of in years. One with razor sharp shark teeth and soulless royal purple eyes.

Her snarl was demonic. Every once of color drained from your face so you were just as pale as her. 

Your knees already started to give out. 

"M-Ma-Mama…?"

Your petrified whisper echoed through the woods around him as the droid tried his best to keep up. 

He screamed your name much louder this time and was only met with another one of your scared whimpers. 

He stopped when he caught just a whiff of your presence; you were close. He scanned every which way with a determined scowl, still unsure where to run. He could feel you but just barely. Something else was shielding you from him. Hiding you. Something evil, he was sure of it.

And then your scream filled the air more than the air itself. It made him run harder and harder until his legs were shouting at him to rest but he couldn't. Not until he knew you were safe. 

When he did finally find you, you were curled up in a fetal position with your legs to your chest. You were crying like a child, he wasn't even sure you knew where you were. But he couldn't feel that foreign presence anymore. There was no one to protect you from it seemed. 

He rushed over to your side and put a gentle hand over your head, but you recoiled from his touch. He jerked back, not knowing what to do. R2 came slipping out from the dark mass of trees, panicked with worry and trying to wake you with his incessant beeping and whistling. But Luke was quickly to softly talk him down before whispering and cooing to you, slowly bring you back down to reality until it was safe to touch you without you getting scared. 

You peeked through your arms covering your face at his smiling form, coaxing you to open your eyes. 

The world was still a haze and you could hardly move but you were there. You were aware. 

"Oh, Maker…" he whispered, too low for you to hear. 

Tonight was worse than before. But now he was starting to question the validity of your sickness. Was your mind really tainted? Or was there something else at play here? He felt that outside energy, something he'd never sensed before. He didn't know if it was human, or of any species he knew of in this galaxy. He knew it couldn't have been a Jedi, but it also felt far too sinister, even for a sith. Because this force, this entity, whatever it was, it didn't draw its power from rage. It felt too cold for that. Too unfeeling. 

After several minutes of slowly bringing you to a lucid state, he slipped his arms beneath you to carry you in his arms like a bride. Though you still weren't fully sure what was going on, you wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, resting your head against his chest. 

"I think she was right…" you mumbled on the way back home. 

Luke frowned. 

"Who was right?"

You didn't answer for a long time. But you just as he thought you weren't going to at all. 

"Ahsoka."

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If anyone is still reading, thank you, first of all. And second, please give me your feedback on if this story should be continued or not. I wrote this several months ago when I was still struggling with addiction to alcohol and this story was a way for me to comfort myself, but, as you can see, describes some harrowing mental spirals that I'm not entirely sure I can recreate, especially now that I'm sober.

Basically, what I'm trying to say is, I'm also a little afraid to continue this story. But I'm nevertheless, still proud of what I have written so far, so maybe it can be a good standalone and maybe someone else will use this idea to branch off into something better. Anyways, may the force be with you all.

[bethsvrse]

me staring at my ceiling after y/n does the most FLABBERGASTING thing ever

[that1nerd-20]

When a fanfic writer puts a nickname you think Is icky in their smut fic

[uramakimochi]

me for the past week and i'm so fucking maddd

STOP👏TAGGING👏XREADER👏IF👏YOU👏USE👏AN👏OC👏NOBODY👏 FUCKING👏ASKED👏FOR👏THAT👏OKAY???

The wrong thing is not the fact that you write a story with an oc, no, that's not the real problem, really.

IT'S JUST THE FACT THAT YOU USE THE WRONG TAG SO YOU HOPE MORE PEOPLE READ YOUR STORY. BUT BELIEVE ME IT'S JUST FUCKING ANNOYING 'CAUSE WE AREN'T ABLE TO FIND THE RIGHT FICS IF YOU KEEP DOING THIS!!!

There are people who like to read more stories with ocs than reader inserts, so use the fucking right tag go reach that community and stop spamming your stories among ours.

I don't think you get it but, you know, the purpose of fanfics with reader insert is to make the reader imagine her/himself as the mc of the story. The best part of these fics is the fact that EVERYONE can be included in them.

SO WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO RUIN THEM BY MAKING THE MC A PERSON THAT LOOKS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM THE READER AND EVEN HAS A NAME THAT IS NOT THEIRS?

Not to be dramatic but i hate y'all.

And the fact that it's always the same fandoms and we all know who we're talking about...

[winnysplayground]

“i can fix her, i can fix him, i can fix them”

i think we need to work on you first.

[poltoreveur]

I can’t fix him but I could fuck him.

[love-at-first-sight-23]

Welcome to the world of “Being in love with a person who doesn’t exist in real life but you pretend they do anyway because you’re obsessed” ✧˖*°࿐

[tessxblxckthorn]

i just realised that the next time leia sees obi-wan he gets killed and i am not well.

[sanjisprincesss]

Shoutout to the fictional characters who live rent free in my head, paying for nothing but emotional damage.

[anyalikeslasagna]

i absolutely hate biceps hahaha definitely don’t flex rn i might scream hahaha

[silkendress]

Luke always makes room for you to sit beside him, and when you do his arm and knee is almost always pressed against yours. Physical closeness comes as naturally as breathing to him.

He gently taps you on the shoulder or upper arm to grab your attention. He brushes by you instead of walking around you. He’ll come up behind you in the morning and wrap his arms around you and nestle against your cheek. Hugs are commonplace.

Luke loves holding your hand, he rubs his thumb over the surface and gives little squeezes here and there.

You, of course, have free reign to touch him just as much. You can idly trace nonsensical patterns on his palm, lean your head on his shoulder, link your arm in his…

I feel like with Luke there would be a vast amount of freedom to express affection in that way, and he won’t ever get annoyed or irritated from it.

[ellieandallthingsfuzzy]

Midnight Delusions

Summary: You hear a violent intruder in the middle of the night and take it upon yourself to protect Luke, but when he wakes, he realizes that the intruder you had killed was never real.

Warnings: Blood, panic attacks, intense descriptions of anxiety, psychosis

   Blood stained your hands and fingers as you scrubbed furiously with the already soiled sponge that did nothing to lessen this mess.  You cried uncontrollably as you scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed, struggling to keep your sobs at a low volume lest you wake your husband sleeping in your shared bedroom. 

When you went to wipe away the tears clouding your vision, you were even more horrified at the realization that you've just smeared more blood across your face. You pulled back in an instant, swallowing back a scream. Your hand trembled violently in front of your face. Dripping ominously. 

You scrambled to wipe as much off on your clothes as possible: you'll burn this shirt and pants the second you finish dealing with this crisis in the kitchen. 

You grabbed yet another fresh towel from the linen closet and plopped it onto the nearest puddle, soaking up as much as you could and squeezing out the excess into the sink. Your panicked breathing only intensified the longer you worked and you were racking your brain, trying to remember how you got into this mess in the first place. You scoured your own memories and cried harder when the floor only seemed to bleed more, trapping you in an endless cycle of hand mopping pools and pools of infinitely generating blood. 

A broken sob escaped your throat right before Luke approached from behind with tentative movements.

He took a second to take in his surroundings. You on your knees, crying like a banshee and surrounded by countless soaked wash cloths. The first look on his face was confusion followed immediately by concern.

"Hey, what's going on?" He asked in his signature soft voice, sliding in beside you and putting a hand on your shoulder. He squeezed lightly, which was enough to pull your attention to him but not enough to pull you out of whatever fog your mind was in. So you could only stare back with wide, guilty eyes as you retracted into yourself. 

His worry only worsened at this. 

"Sweetheart, please tell me what you're thinking right now. What are you feeling? You can talk to me, I'm always here no matter what." 

Halfway through his words, you shut your eyes tightly. Hanging on to each syllable, wanting to dive into his lap and cling to him like your very life depended on it. But you also couldn't contain the horror of such a gruesome scene, and you couldn't understand why he didn't seem to notice the ocean of red surrounding you both. So you continued to stare with wide eyes, letting out little involuntary gasps every once in a while. 

He said your name with a cautious tone, leaning closer so he could better see your face. Your horror got worse. 

"I-I-I was protecting us, p-protecting you!" You finally managed to squeak out. 

"What?" His brows came crashing together. "Sweetheart, there's no one here."

"Not anymore. I killed him!" Your voice was barely above a whisper. "I killed him because he was gonna kill you and I didn't know what else to do!" 

He shook his head slightly, searching every detail of your face and eyes. 

"You have to believe me, Luke, I'm not a monster! I-I'm…I'm not a…m-monster. I was protecting you! I was protecting you please believe me, I was protecting you!" 

You gasped and wheezed and struggled to compose sentences that made sense. Your voice got higher and more shrill with every word and you even grabbed onto the sleeve of his robe, not realizing how tight your grip was until his neckline had been tugged practically all the way down his chest. 

When you showed no signs of pulling yourself out of this rambling, Luke moved his hands to cradle your face, gently forcing you to look at him. He tucked several unruly strands of hair from your forehead and cheeks and shushed you with the soothing voice of a siren. It was a light sound, a calming 'sshhh' emanating from his lips. His nose was nearly pressed into yours as you finally started to calm your breathing. You focused on matching your breath with his, just like he'd taught you. You grabbed his wrist while several more silent tears rolled down your cheeks. 

He said your name once more before going on.

"Baby, there is no one else here. What do you think happened?" 

You frowned. 

"Wha-what are you talking about? His body is right there!" You went to point at the beaten corpse splayed out in the area between the kitchen and living area, except…

He wasn't there. 

Your eyes got wild again, immediately thinking he was still alive and stalking you. Stalking Luke. So you shot up out of his grasp, careful not to slip on the blood.

But the blood was all gone. The place was spotless. The only evidence of the scene were the soap soaked towels laid haphazardly all over the tile floor.

You froze, turning frantically every which way. You were panting again, trying to stave off the panic bubbling in your stomach. Your chest. 

Usually, Luke wasn't one to grab you roughly and without warning but you were starting to seriously scare him. He was still trying to piece together what exactly you were talking about and so far, the only thing he could gather was that you thought someone was in your hut and trying to kill him.

He spun you around to face him, making sure to keep both hands on your shoulders 

"I-I was protecting you…" 

"There's no one to protect me from. I'm safe. You're safe. My shining star, I think you may be having a flashback…" 

"I'm not!" You yelled, pulling yourself from his grasp, or trying to at least. But his hold on you was strong and he was determined to not let you lose yourself in whatever madness affected you on this night. 

"He was here, he is here and he's hunting you!" You tried to pull away as you spoke. "Let me go, please! I have to keep you safe please!" Your begging only increased when he tightened his hold so now you were stuck in his one handed grasp, desperately trying to pull away so you could chase the shadow man trying to kill your husband. 

"I have to keep you safe! LET GO!" 

Your struggling reached a fever pitch and the worry lines on his features were worsening. His hold remained unbreakable as your ranting devolved into incoherent babbling mixed with panicked sobs and begging him to let you go so you could go after that man…

Even after realizing that there was never any blood, you were still so convinced of your eminent danger. 

Luke's heart broke as you finally gave up and started crying like a newborn and refused to look at him. You tried to bury your face in your arm as he reached out with the hand that wasn't holding you. He cupped your face again. You tried to shake it away but he just moved on to stroking the side of your head instead, slowly bringing you into his chest at the same time. 

The shame came crashing down all at once. He was right. No one was here, and you were freaking out over quite literally nothing. 

But you were so sure, you were so sure! It all felt so real, the plunge of the knife into his skull, his body going limp underneath you as you straddled him. The dark relief that flooded your system followed promptly by the rising franticness when his puddle of blood seeped out and grew into a great cinnabar red lake. He bledel more than what was in his body but you were too out of it to question it.

It was so real . It felt real. But even though you didn't want to believe him, Luke was anything but a liar and he could never fake any sort of reaction. Tonight, his certainty cemented your psychological downfall. And all you could do about it was cry and cry and cry and hope he didn't stop loving you because of your apparent insanity. So you cried some more into his chest while he continued to stroke the back of your head, even slowly swaying you to and fro, almost like a mother rocking her babe. 

Soon, he started to hum despite your cries. Singing occasional lines about how it will all be okay. About how he will always keep her safe. He did this until your crying, after what felt like hours, finally died out into occasional whimpers and sniffles. You clung to his robe the entire time until your knuckles were whiter than a piece of paper. 

When he felt it was a good time for it, Luke pulled away just enough to be able to look at your face. You glanced up quickly through your lashes but had to avert your gaze. His face fell slightly but he palmed the side of your face nevertheless. His thumb rubbing ginger circles in the space between your eye and your hairline. 

"I really thought you were in danger." You rasped. 

Even though it was all a hallucination, Luke heart swelled at the same time as it broke. You thought someone very dangerous had invaded your home and your first instinct was to make sure he was safe. He: the wise and powerful Jedi knight who saved the galaxy from the dark hold of Darth Vader and the emperor by saving Darth Vader himself. The man who could take on an entire army without taking a blaster shot wound once. The man who was so in tune with the force that he was so in tune with you. It would take death itself and his mother so bring him down and even then, you were sure he'd come out of that even stronger. 

You still wanted to protect him knowing all of this. Knowing he could snap you right in half with just a grip that was a little too tight. It happened once before on accident in a moment of intimacy. He'd gotten a little too worked up and carried away and you ended up with a sprained wrist. 

That was when you realized his true strength. 

"You protected me." He said in a tender voice, eyes filled with potent love and admiration. 

Another year rolled down your eye. He wiped it off before leaning down to kiss away the rest of its salty trail. 

Finally, finally , you reciprocated his hold and grabbed the wrist that was holding you. You shut your eyes, leaning into him as his kisses peppered your whole face until he managed to coax a small smile from you. 

"There she is," he lightly beamed. "Come on, let's get you to bed." 

He started leading you away with a gentle hand on your lower back. 

"Wait, but what about-"

He shushed you again with a light voice while still leading you away. "You let me worry about that. I'll get this all cleaned up and then I'll come and hold you for the rest of the night. And even for the rest of tomorrow if you so wish." 

He held you all night, every night anyway. But it was still nice for him to say it out loud. 

You only mumbled an "okay" every so often as he talked you through him undressing you and wrapping you in his own robes, old white ones he often wore while working on his homestead back on Tattooine. What felt like a whole lifetime ago…

He wasn't super big or buff or anything, but you were a pretty small person so his robes on you almost resembled a dress than a shirt. He helped you slip on a pair of loose bed capris since he knew you hated sleeping without some sort of lower covering. Then he guided you into bed, smoothing out the pillows and everytime before taking a seat right next to you, taking another long moment to stroke your hair. 

"Luke…" your voice was so weak. So defeated. 

His chest ached at it. 

"Yes, sweetheart?"

It took you a long time to finish your thought. You were almost ashamed to even vocalize it, but he was so safe and comforting and you felt so alone in this. This craziness. This hopelessness. 

"I'm so scared…" you finally whispered. You buried your face into the mattress as you shuddered a few more times. 

This wasn't just you declaring your fear. This was your confession to your insanity and he knew it. 

He leaned down to give an intimate kiss to your head, still stroking your hair. 

"I know you are. I will always be here to hold you. I know you're afraid and I will protect you with the force and with my life. No matter what, I will always take care of you. I need you to remember that anytime you lose yourself. Remember my vow." He kissed your forehead. "I will always be with you. Death won't even do us apart." He then missed your eye, which was closed in embarrassment. 

But he felt your fear and tension slowly deflate until you could no longer fight off the much needed sleep clouding your head. 

He made sure you were out peacefully before going to pick up all the lathered towels from the kitchen room floor and mopping up the excess soap and water with fresh dry ones. The process took no more than ten or fifteen minutes and when he was done, he eagerly returned back to your side, slipping in behind you and snaking his strong arms around your stomach from behind. He gave a firm squeeze, earning a little moan from you in your sleep. 

He spent the rest of that night with his head propped on his elbow as he stared at your fragile form, his free hand continuing to rub your head for an indefinite amount of time. At some point, it was more so so comfort himself than it was you. 

He wouldn't tell you, at least not now, that he was also scared. Not of you, and of what you were capable of.

He was scared, no, he was terrified of what you may have to go through. He was terrified that you were cursed to live the rest of your life in crippling terror, always paranoid something was out to get you or him. 

He didn't want that life for you. You deserved so much better, and he hated that your own mind was driving you to madness. 

This wasn't nearly the first time you've experienced something that was never real. But this was the worst it's ever been. And he was afraid you'd never know peace again. 

That was why his resolve to stick by your side only grew stronger and stronger. You were capable, yes. You were strong, you were resilient and you were stubborn as all hell. No matter what, you always fought for the ones you loved and you always fought to understand them as well. To learn. To love. To cherish. But he feared your illness would be too much for you, and be was more than prepared to be strong and saner for the both of you until the end of time.

At some point in the night, his head dipped to rest on top of yours. Only then could he no longer contain his own cries. 

He held you tight as his own tears wreaked havoc on his system. He was silent but he shook with the grief, trying to lessen the shaking by squeezing you even more. You'd sometimes squirm slightly in your sleep but you always ended up somehow even tighter against him. 

"I will protect you no matter what. I love you more than anything, light of my life. I will never lose you, even if you lose yourself." 

[bethsvrse]

“Their eyes locked from across the room”

[lizziehernandez]

🎵I’m a feminist obviously but I really wouldn’t mind him saving me🎶