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hello!! the only idea i got for luke/reader is them bathing together whatever works!!

Finished!

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It’s the Simple Things

Star Wars

Suggestive

Luke Skywalker/Reader

Bathing/Washing, Domestic Fluff, Non-sexual Intimacy, Post Return of the Jedi

1k words

Read on AO3

Peace was growing increasingly hard to come by as of late, but you and Luke still manage to carve out time with each other whenever you can.

This story is not sexually explicit.

The scars on his back look almost like tree branches, the thought pops into your consciousness just as soapy rivulets begin running down his spine.

There’s a redness to his shoulders, and you knew it wasn’t solely from the temperature of the water.

Despite the idea to do something as intimate as sharing a bath together being mutually desired, and having done this two other times before, some sheepishness was still there. You weren’t impervious to the feeling, you were conscious of where your eyes were as to not linger anywhere inappropriate and your face was warm from more than just steam. That wasn’t to say you weren’t comfortable around each other, just that this was still new for the two of you.

It didn’t change how at peace you both were, however. Which was fortunate; peace was growing increasingly hard to come by as of late, especially for Luke. It was one of the motivators to why you leapt to seize the opportunity to be here—in mildly floral scented water—with him.

It was also why you insisted that you would bathe him first. It was sweet, how he still wanted to take care of you even though he already had a far heavier weight on his shoulders. Despite how many relied upon and looked to him for hope, he was only human. All the more reason to lavish him with affection.

And judging by the muted sigh that escaped his lips when you applied pressure to his back, he was enjoying it.

Your lips twitch upwards. “Was that alright?” You get a hum in affirmation, and continue with your ministrations. 

At first it was difficult for you to tell if he just carried a lot of tension in that area, or if his muscles had just become that firm over time. You decided it was a bit of both when the heel of your palm pressed into that specific spot again, making Luke relax once more.

The room lulls back into a comfortable silence, the only notable sound being the occasional gentle sloshing of water. Soon it would be your turn. “Thank you for all of this.”

You feel your heart twinge. “You don’t have to thank me.”

“I know. Still wanted to.”

You fail to restrain a smile.

“Is this okay?” Luke’s voice is hushed and his eyes are fixed intently upon your face.

He always made sure to ask. “It is.” The crease in his brow smooths out, and he dutifully resumes. His hands never linger, nor do they intentionally feel anywhere. He is focused solely on bathing you just as you did for him, and nothing else. 

You were growing accustomed to his hands across your body in increments, but you still were nowhere near familiar enough with the sensation to no longer feel warm thanks to it. Even though there was a washcloth between his palm and your skin you still felt the occasional flutter in your belly.

The fact that Luke could probably sense how flustered you were if he wanted to didn’t aid in alleviating the feeling. None of this diminished your happiness; you and Luke both equally fancied physical affection and bathing together was no exception. The sheepish glances and coy smiles were a symptom of unfamiliarity in the situation rather than apprehension.

At this point Luke’s hair is somewhat tousled from being rinsed earlier, the moisture in his locks almost making his hair look platinum if the light caught the strands a certain way. Now you were sagged back against his torso, you had been resting against his chest ever since his fingers began working across your scalp.

“How are you feeling?” There’s a grin on his face. You can tell just from his tone. 

Luke already knew the answer, you were struggling to keep your eyes open ever since he was done rinsing your hair.

“Good.” You make your eyes flutter open lest you fall asleep. You feel Luke’s chest rise and fall in a silent laugh before he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.

Luke huffs out a quiet chuckle. “C’mon, you’re nodding off.” While the water was still pleasantly warm, it wasn’t nearly as hot as it was when you first got in, and it would only get cooler. You also realize you’d much rather continue cuddling in bed. 

You give a small nod in agreement. Luke gives you another short yet no less sweet kiss before his arms shifted to hold you steady as you both exited the spacious tub, the water draining as you did so.

Luke was beside you almost immediately with a fluffy towel in his hands. “Here, let me.” His tone gentle and words resolute; Luke wasn’t going to be persuaded out of doing this for you first this time. Your mouth curves into a simper, acquiescing. And only then did he begin.

The soft towel tickled you a little, and a soft laugh escaped you. Your vision was partially concealed by the fabric, but you could see enough of Luke’s face to notice his gentle, boyish smile. You realize that It’s been too long since you’ve seen that expression grace his features, and feel elated at seeing it on him again.

Luke was no-nonsense with the process, yet remarkably gentle. Starting with your head and shoulders. When he was done you returned the favor. 

Once you were both sufficiently dried Luke wordlessly slid a robe over your shoulders and through your arms, far slower than if you were shrugging it on yourself. The care he gave to you never went unnoticed, and you felt your cheeks warm from the tenderness.

Considering that it was a rare day wherein neither of you had any important responsibilities, lounging with Luke in bed with nothing but robes on was something you were looking especially forward to.

After you dressed him in much the same way, Luke cupped your face with his hand to tilt your head, pressing his lips against your cheek. 

“Love you.” He murmured.

“Love you, too.”

As you lay on his chest, your ear against his heartbeat, you wonder what he’s thinking about.

He’s thinking about something—at least, that’s what your gut instinct tells you. You may not have an affinity with the Force like he or his sister does, but your plain old intuition has yet to fail you. 

And even without instinct or intuition, it was easy to imagine the myriad of things that could be weighing on him. You decide that it couldn’t hurt to ask. At worst, he just wouldn’t want to talk about it right now. 

“Something on your mind?”

Luke’s eyes flick down to you, and the hand that was idly tracing circles on your back shifts to give your side a small squeeze. “Just you.” 

You blink, your eyes wide. You weren’t expecting that answer from him. Luke huffs out a scoff. “I know, but I’m serious.”

As of late, whenever Luke had something on his mind it usually wasn’t good. You weren’t anticipating something so benign when you asked him.

The surprise wore off and shifted into curiosity. “What about me?” 

Luke’s gaze moves away from you as if you just asked him the meaning of the universe. You laugh in disbelief. “Now you have to tell me.” 

He’s smiling, so at least it isn’t anything grave. 

“I don’t know—I don’t really know where to start.” Your curiosity only grew.

When he looked at you again, it was like you hung up the moon and stars. You’ve been on the receiving end of that look before, and yet it still never failed to make your heart flutter.

Knowing him, he would tell you eventually—when he mulled it over some more and figured out how to word it. You’d just have to be patient. 

Luke’s hand returned to drawing thoughtless circles upon your back, and you relaxed against his chest again. As the seconds turned to minutes, your eyes fluttered shut. The two of you soaking up the other’s presence, clinging onto every second of serenity you had before it was gone again. The quietness that followed was peaceful.

After an indiscernible amount of time, you broke the silence. “You know, you never showed me that drink Lando taught you.” 

“Huh. Yeah, I never did.” 

Luke lightly pats your back. “I’ll make it for you when you wake up.” 

“I’m not asleep yet.”

“I know, but you’re tired.” There was no use arguing with him there.

You shift against him, better nestling in to allow yourself to drift off. Luke’s arm was wrapped around you, the weight of it comforting you. 

You feel his lips brush across your hairline, and a hushed, sweet whisper that your half-awake mind didn’t quite catch. Luke admired your serene expression as you slept against him, a phantom smile on his face. He never took the time spent with you for granted, and let his mind be blissfully empty for the time being. He wasn’t sure when you’d get the opportunity to simply be with one another again like this. 

No matter how mundane it was, being with each other was something you both cherished. Always.

This was a suggestion I got on tumblr! Another short one, (at least for me and my usual story length) I’ve been having difficulty writing much of anything lately despite the desire to write. ;;__;; I managed to finish this one regardless. I think it kind of shows in this one that I had a hard time… (◎ ◎)ゞ

I do love domestic intimacy, there is something so lovely in it. I want to write more simple, intimate moments with Luke between all of the chaos and adventure. It’s interesting for me to think about!

I finished reading some of the Star Wars books awhile ago, and that inspired me a lot, but still couldn’t write anything I was happy with for longer than expected… (╥_╥) Heir to The Empire was fresh in my mind while writing this, (still not done reading it yet though!) so I kind of imagined it taking place just a little before the events of that, but it’s still a bit ambiguous!

I have more Luke reader inserts I’m working on, it will just take a moment for me to actually finish them. ;; I want them to be good, after all..

I hope you enjoyed reading this! Any likes or reblogs are deeply appreciated as always!

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luke's expert tool passer

you help luke skywalker work on his x wing in the hangar bay on echo base as you both think about how much you loooove each other. also on ao3! (as is all my works)

if you know me. no you dont.

You squealed with laughter as oil splattered across your uniform jacket, the sound ringing out through the empty hangar bay. 

“Luke!” You exclaim. “I just had that washed yesterday!”

Luke had that annoying, innocent look on his face. You hated when he did that. He looked very cute, especially with his cheeks tinted pink from the frosty air.

“It wasn’t intentional, I swear,” He replied, holding back a smile. 

You rolled your eyes in response, but that smile was your weakness and he knew it.

“I hate you.” You murmured, before turning back to rummage through the toolbox you were crouching next to on the ground.

In the cold and crispy X-wing hangar on Echo Base, you were with your best friend, Luke. The ships weren’t currently in use, as snowspeeders and tauntauns were the preferred transport around the snowy plains of Hoth. But whenever the pilots of Rogue Squadron had downtime, they liked to tinker on their X-wings, which was exactly what Commander Luke Skywalker was up to on this night. The hangar was quiet, with just the two of you in there working on his ship. It was his pride and joy, and Luke was always looking for ways to upgrade it.

Working in the analysis team of the Rebel Alliance, you knew very little about starships. However, you liked spending time with Luke, which wasn’t always easy when you were both so caught up in the war. Tonight was a rarity, with Luke returning from a mission the previous day, he wasn’t due out again for at least a week. Which is what they always said, so you were expecting him to be out again tomorrow.

You were staring at the toolbox that you were crouched next to trying to find whatever tool Luke asked you to pass him before he went and ‘accidentally’ splashed oil on your jacket. 

“That blue one. No, the other one. With the thicker handle.” Luke directed you as you had no clue of what any of the tools were even called. You weren’t stupid, you were actually very smart, and he knew that. However when it came to all that mumbo jumbo starship stuff that Luke always assumed you knew because he knew what they were, you were basically blind.

You passed the tool to him with a fake scowl on your face and went back over to sit on the wing of his ship. 

“You’re my favourite,” Luke responded in a sing-song tone, teasing you for your annoyed expression. You felt his eyes on you as you climbed up the ladder of his ship and across the wing.

“I better be, Skywalker,” you teased back, a hint of a laugh in your voice. “Who else would be such an expert tool handerer?”

“That’s not even a real word.” Luke laughed, looking up at you perched on the wing before he went back to working on his ship, tool now in hand.

Luke really did think you were pretty. Sitting up on his ship, your legs dangling off as you stared into space across the hangar for a moment. He thought about your soft hair, that only he ever got to see out of its usual braid. He thought about how he got to run his fingers through it, he would do it right now if you were close enough. 

As if something in the Force prompted you, you took your hair out of its braid and let the soft waves the style created cascade over your shoulders as you shook it out. Luke thought you looked so beautiful, even with that oil stain he made on your jacket. Whoops. 

Noticing his stare, you flung your now unneeded hair tie at him like a little slingshot. 

“Ow!” Luke exclaimed as it hit him. 

You were very glad that your target had been met, smiling down at him kicking your legs playfully.

“Payback for my jacket.” You grinned. 

God, he’d let you get away with murder if you smiled at him like that all the time. Luke couldn’t help feeling lucky that he got to see you like this. Carefree, playful, all giggly. He wished that he didn’t have to go on so many missions and miss you while he was on every single one. 

Focus, Luke, he thought as his attention turned back to his X-wing. He was upgrading the sensor system. Spare parts weren’t always in abundance, and those were the parts that Echo Base had available right now. No complaints, however, as Luke liked to get that part of his brain working. Solving problems and figuring out where every component should go was one of Luke’s favourite parts of having his own starfighter, alongside testing out said upgrades. And spending time with you while he did it all.

“See, you’d neeever be able to do those upgrades if I wasn’t here, Luke. My tool passing is invaluable to the success of Rogue Squadron’s missions. Forget my strategy and analysis. It’s my skill as a tool passer that actually gets you to win battles,” You joked dramatically, finding amusement in your own words.

It was Luke’s turn to roll his eyes. He loved this part of your relatio- friendship. Don’t jump ahead, Skywalker. But you two always could make each other laugh.

You laughed quietly at his eye roll, which led to Luke joining in. Hearing Luke’s laugh was one of your favourite sounds. 

The sounds of Luke tinkering on his ship echoed throughout the hangar as the night continued and the conversation lulled. But you didn’t always need to talk. The comfort came from just being together and it was never awkward. You stayed perched on the wing of the ship, hopping down occasionally to pass Luke tools, the ‘reason’ for you being there. You both knew it was just an excuse though, otherwise you wouldn’t have been out of bed and in the crispy air of the Echo Base hangar bay in the middle of the night. 

The rest of the time you watched Luke quietly as he focused on his upgrades. His X-wing, and all ships, were one of Luke’s passions. Growing up on Tatooine, Luke worked on a moisture farm and flew a T-16 Skyhopper in his free time, which resulted in his love of flying and ships. Now it was just something that he was good at, that helped him de-stress and not think about the war raging on in the rest of the galaxy. Luke was in his own world when he focused on his ship.

So focused in fact, that it allowed you to admire him without him noticing. Yes, Luke was your best friend. But that didn't mean that you couldn’t think he was the absolute cutest guy on base. With his dark golden hair, and piercing blue eyes, he was very popular. Known for being a star pilot, obviously having blown up the Death Star, people liked his kindness too, and it led to a number of fellow Rebels having a crush on him. Did you think about kissing him sometimes? Yes. And it didn’t help that he was biting his lip in concentration right now.

Some of the oil he was using had been smudged on his nose. You felt a rush of affection come over you. He was so focused, so in his element. You loved seeing him like that, it almost made you feel proud. As you continued to look at him, your face softened, but you also felt a little bit of guilt. 

Sometimes you felt conflicted- he was your friend. Everybody wanted to talk to him, to be with him. You didn’t want to jeopardise that and have him think you only liked him for the same reasons everybody else did. Luke was a great friend, and you liked him as a friend. He was a natural leader, and so dedicated to the cause. He was talented with an X-wing and you loved seeing him practice with the Force. But you liked Luke the person, as well as Luke the Rebel. He was kind and caring, always saving a seat at the mess hall for you, and complimenting you on your skills both with a blaster and your quick wit in the analysis team. The two of you worked well together on missions, and he never ever doubted you, always trusting your instincts. When Luke looked at you, you always felt a little skip in your heart and your cheeks would warm up. You couldn’t help but smile. He always made you laugh, teasing you by twirling the end of your hair when he sat next to you, or like tonight, splattering the oil on your jacket. It wasn’t really ruined. It was only a little mark and it’d make you think of Luke and that moment every time you saw it.

After a while, Luke finally got up, stretching his back and neck, arms in the air as he declared he was done for the night. You snapped out of your thoughts, blinking your eyes and focusing on Luke again. 

“Everything looks good. I just hope everything is good. We can test it tomorrow, if you’re free,” He proposed. 

“Yeah, sure,” You agreed with a small smile. “As long as it's the same time again, I shouldn’t be busy. Unless something comes up,” You added with a quiet laugh and a roll of your eyes. Luke knew what you meant. Nothing was predictable in the Rebel Alliance.

He put his arms up to hold your waist as you slid off the wing and back onto the ground of the hangar. Your boots crunched in the snow as you landed. 

“Your hands are all oily,” You murmured, pouting. “You’re adding to your mess.”

“I’m sorry,” Luke replied softly, turning away and grabbing a rag and trying to dampen it with the snow to wipe the oil remnants off his hands. “Hey, tell you what. You can borrow my oil-stain-free jacket until yours gets washed again, alright?”

Hands now clean, Luke ran a hand gently up your clothed arm, pushing your hair behind one ear. “I really am sorry,” He admitted quietly. 

You leaned into his touch slightly. “I’m not really annoyed, you know. I just like to pester you. Although I’d prefer a stain free jacket.” you admitted, enjoying the opportunity to tease him.

Luke knew this, of course. It was just how the two of you were. You were his weak spot. He watched as you shrugged off your jacket and passed it to him, and he exchanged you for his own one, stain-free. You gave him a soft smile, and he could’ve melted just there. Luke thought it probably could have even melted the ice in the hangar bay. 

This close you could see all the details of Luke’s face. His long lashes, little marks and scraped he’d gotten since joining the Rebellion. His lips just a bit dry from the air and where he’d been biting them in concentration…

Just as you of two gazed into each other’s eyes for a second too long, you both turned with surprise to the door as both your surnames were called, jumping back slightly from the close contact. General Rieekan was about to shut the hangar lights off for the night and it was time to go to bed. 

“Skywalker, your squadron is on patrol in the morning tomorrow.” Rieekan told Luke as the two of you began to leave the hangar. Luke picked up the hair tie you had flung at him earlier on the way out, slipping it onto his wrist and carrying your oil-stained jacket over his arm, with his other hand on the small of your back as he guided you out of the hangar. You both bid General Rieekan goodnight as you walked past, with him giving a nod, and a knowing look in return.

As you walked through the icy halls of Echo Base, boots trudging along in the snow covered walkways, Luke moved his hand up behind your back to rest on your shoulder and twirled the ends of your hair. 

“I like it when it’s down,” he murmured, not wanting to disturb the silence of the base. It was quiet despite the generators humming throughout the halls as everybody was asleep, with a skeleton crew keeping the base running at night. “Your hair, I mean.”

You gave a small smile in response, the quiet of the night and the warmth from Luke’s arm making you feel sleepy. The rest of the journey to your quarters was made in comfortable silence. As you reached the door, Luke punched your code in and the door hissed as it slid open. “Thank you for being such an expert tool passer,” Luke said quietly. 

“No problem,” You replied, stifling a yawn. “Couldn’t have done it without me, obviously.”

“Obviously.” Luke smiled in return. 

After a few seconds of awkward silence, with you about to suggest that you should get to bed, Luke interrupted. “You promise you’ll come test out those upgrades with me?”

It was unlikely that you’d be able to with such hectic and unexpected schedules in the Rebel Alliance, but you knew that wasn’t the point.

“Of course, Luke. We’ll try our best.” You replied softly. 

Luke pulled you in for a hug to say bye, pressing a quick, but soft kiss to your cheek. You felt yourself burning up as you remembered thinking about his lips in the hangar. 

As you pulled away and bid each other goodnight, and Luke began walking down the hallway to his own quarters, you heard him loudly whisper. “Don’t get my jacket dirty!”

The door to your quarters slid shut and you yawned, the late night catching up with you. For a moment you let yourself just be a young person with a crush instead of a young person in a war. Yes, Luke Skywalker, your crush. You bit your lip, smiling about the way he had just kissed you on the cheek, you fingers brushing the spot. Beginning to get ready for bed, you took off his jacket and hung it on the end of your bed. You couldn’t always have moments like that with Luke, the war kept it to a minimum. But it was the moments like that which kept your heart happy, and motivated you to fight for a galaxy where you could have more than just a moment like that with Luke every single day.

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Cant wait for more!! What do you think of holding hands with Luke?

Hopefully I can write more soon! ;;__;;👍

That being said, here’s what I think! ^__^

Luke will hold your hand at any given opportunity, really. Even if he’s just laying his hand over yours under the table while you're eating together.

It isn’t uncommon for him to brush his hand across yours in invitation while walking beside you.

Also, I can see him doing that thing where he idly swings your arm back and forth while walking. (But only if he’s in a particularly happy and playful mood!)

I don’t think he would be shy about holding your hand in public! His hand might even absent mindedly slip into yours while walking beside each other.

Actually likes it when you mess around with his fingers, he enjoys the casual display of intimacy. If you’re someone who likes to fiddle with hands then you’re in luck! Luke won’t ever get annoyed by it.

His hands have gotten a little calloused over time, and they’re bigger than yours so his envelopes yours nicely.

Speaking of his hands, they’re nice. He has nice hands. (I hope I’m not the only one who has admired his hands... ;;)

Sometimes I imagine that when the relationship is new, people figure out that you’re together even before you tell them due to how often he holds your hand. (It’s a cute thought to me. ^__^)

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I'm still working on finishing some of the suggestions I received! I've just been busy, is all. (◎ ◎)ゞ

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If anyone has any requests/ideas for Luke reader inserts feel free to send them to me, I want to write but I'm in a bit of a creative drought. ;;__;;

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Luke Skywalker + hugs

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“Vader! Vader, answer me! Alright… Lord Vader… you wait down there in the shadows. I’ll come down. Are you just angry - or are you afraid too? I’ll find you and we’ll see.” — Mark Hamill as Luke Skywalker

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damn luke and his freezing hands

luke returns from a patrol and pesters you in the command centre.

hello.... i know i posted just yesterday but that one i wrote a little bit ago. so here is a new one.

warning: it gets slightly tiny bit steamy at the end if you squint and reader and luke are definitely together by this point so just keep that in mind.

again no beta bc im too scared to ask anyone i know but these are just me having fun and learning as i go, and i know there is little luke x reader so im just writing what i want to read and sharing because everybody else might find entertainment in it too.

i am also writing more in the same vibe as my last one, where they aren't together yet but still stupid in love because the yearning and flirting is fun.

and please go away if you know me. dont bring this up

anyway enjoy!!

You turned to look who walked through as you heard the command centre door hiss and slide open. Spotting Luke as he came in, you smiled to yourself. Your boyfriend was here. Covered in a dusting of snow, he had returned from a patrol around the outskirts of Echo Base and was reporting back to General Rieekan. Usually here on Hoth, there was nothing much spotted on patrols, but the local wildlife could always be causing havoc. His dark blonde hair was a little messed up from his hat, but he looked extra cute all bundled up and flushed from being outside.

Shaking Luke out of your thoughts, you focused back on your work. You were a part of the analysis team in the rebellion, constantly looking at data and information, plotting and planning. Patrols like the one Luke just came back from were useful to your job, allowing you and your team to survey conditions outside of the base. The rebels had been on Echo Base for a few months now, and the cold still took a bit of getting used to, but it was nice to have been somewhere more permanent for a while rather than on the run, and sleeping in uncomfortable transport ships. 

On his way out, Luke just happened to find an excuse to come over to your station. You rolled your eyes discreetly, but you actually loved the way he always wanted to see you when he could. Luke was often off on missions, of course he was a star pilot and commander of the talented Rogue Squadron, but that didn’t make you miss each other any less when you were apart. Him being on base was a treat that the two of you weren’t going to let go to waste. 

“Hey,” he murmured softly, his voice more gentle to you than it was with anybody else. He came up behind where you sat, his fingers immediately finding your braid to fiddle with the end as his gloved hand rested on your upper back. “Anything interesting today?”

“No,” you sighed. “I mean, apart from attempts from those wampas to break in a few hours ago.” you added with a quiet laugh. You moved over slightly, letting Luke lean over your station to look at your work.

“All it is is ice. And snow. Its just what you see on your patrols. But here,” you told him, pointing to the parts of your display you were working on, “this is the past missions. So I'm looking at Imperial war patterns and comparing them to our stuff right now.” 

Luke was most definitely listening and most definitely was not just admiring you as you spoke. You continued to explain what you were working on, unaware of Luke’s gaze.

“But thats all I can get from that specific attack. So, how was your patrol? I never asked.” You said as you turned to him, faces probably closer than they should have been. 

“Luke,” you laughed quietly. He had some sort of stupid, loving look on his face. “Were you even listening?” 

Luke didn't seem to mind that you were a little annoyed, continuing to look at you like you were the only person in the busy command centre. He knew you weren’t really bothered by it.

“Luke. Hey, I listen when you ramble about Jedi stuff or your X-wing,” you murmured, nudging him teasingly with your knee to make him paid attention. “You're not doing a very good job at being discreet, by the way.”

He took notice of that, cheeks turning more red than they already were from the cold, failing to come up with an explanation for his lovesick expression. 

The two of you had finally admitted your feelings for one another and begun dating, or dating as well as you could in a rebellion, just over a month ago. You had both decided to keep it to yourselves for now. Gossip ran rife through the base and you wanted to make sure your change from friends to more went smoothly, without any interference. The two of you also didn’t want it to become a distraction from the war. Maybe we better work on that, you thought, obviously Luke wasn’t sticking to that rule right now. But you couldn't help but smile at his embarrassed reaction, forgetting yourself that you two were staring into each others eyes in the middle of the busy command centre for a second, even with all its flashing lights and comms going off constantly. 

You looked at your wrist chrono. “I’m actually finished in… five standard minutes. Are you busy?”

Luke shrugged. He was always busy, but he could spare a few minutes for you. 

“Wait for me.”

Not too long later you met Luke where he waited outside the command centre, the icy walls of Echo Base glittering from the temporary glow panels lighting the hallways. The base had been carved out of snow and ice by the rebels when they arrived on Hoth, making the perfect secret hideout from the Empire. As you stepped out, Luke took your hand in his and began to lead you down through the base. 

“Hey! Your hands are actually really cold. Where did your gloves go?” you laughed as he pulled you along, snow from the ground crunching under your boots as you went.

Eventually, the two of you came to a stop in a quiet corridor.

“Hi.” Luke murmured, his face nuzzling against you, lips brushing your neck as he spoke.

“We already said hi.” You laughed quietly, but appreciated his affection. 

“Not like this.” Luke replied as he began to press soft kisses along your jaw until he reached your lips, pressing his against yours in a way that made your brain turn fuzzy. His lips were a little chapped from the cold, but you liked it all the same. It was Luke. How could you not?

As you continued to enjoy the taste of Luke, your hands playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, you felt one hand on your waist, the other playing with the hem of your uniform jacket, and sliding up under your layers. Suddenly, you gasped and froze up, pulling away from the kiss. 

“Luke!” You exclaimed quietly. His hands, as you already knew, were very cold, and were now on the bare skin of your torso. Icy cold.

“What,” Luke replied, almost a whisper as his lips found yours again. “My hands are cold.” He was pouting, murmuring against your lips as he continued to give you little kisses. 

“Luuuuuke…” You whined. You knew it was payback for the previous night, when you had put your freezing feet on his legs whilst you were snuggled up to him in his bed. He had responded with a dramatic, playful huff, rolling over, and resulting in you promising to give him lots of kisses as an apology. That was the biggest bonus of finally becoming official- you two loved to kiss each other. 

“‘M sorry..” Luke murmured against your lips once again. His blue eyes met yours, with you sighing and admitting defeat with an eye roll as you saw his innocent face and puppy dog eyes looking at you from under his long lashes. You couldn’t help but adore him. 

“You’re not. You just wanted an excuse to touch me.” You murmured back teasingly, smiling slightly, leaning in once again. 

Truth was, yes Luke’s hands were incredibly cold, but once you got used to it, you liked it. You wanted him to touch your skin. His hands began to travel further up as your tongue traced along his bottom lip, asking for permission to slip in. Your embrace on Luke tightened and he pulled you in closer, humming into the kiss as it grew in intensity. 

War was horrible, that was no lie, and the extreme temperatures and weather on Hoth were severely uncomfortable. But Luke was your boyfriend and he was here on base, he was never here on base. And by getting to kiss Luke, finally your Luke, all was well in the galaxy for a few moments.

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More practice with Luke

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I can’t sleep and neither can poncho boy

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he’s so yellow

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Luke with lightning scars

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storms with a skywalker

so i posted this on ao3 anonymously the other day and it was really fun doing it so... i am going to post it on tumblr too. this is my first ever fic so just keep that in mind!! i am already writing a few others in the same realm of like. luke skywalker your 'best friend' bc i think the yearning is fun especially set between a new hope and the empire strikes back. the world needs more luke x reader i have loved this man for 10 years. if anyone has any feedback or suggestions of any stuff my inbox is open!!!!

and i'm not putting it in the luke tag bc i'm shy

anyway. luke skywalker plays with your hair. enjoy

It was a dark and dreary day on the rebel base. A storm was raging outside with no sign of stopping, putting a pause to many of the missions and communications outside the base.

You were with Luke Skywalker, who had rigged up Artoo-Deeto to project old holodramas for the two of you to watch, that somebody had found at a marketplace a few months ago whilst on a supply run. The holos were black and white, but it was better than nothing.

It was a rare rest day, so Luke and you took it upon yourselves to rewatch the holodrama. As his role of commander allowed him to have private sleeping quarters, in comparison to lower-ranking soldiers who had to share, you were holed up in his room while you waited for the storm to pass and work to pick up again.

The two of you had been friends for a little over a year. With Luke being the commander of Rogue Squadron and you being a part of the analysis team, it had led to the two of you working side by side to complete missions over your time in the Rebellion, resulting in a close friendship.

So close, in fact, that it wasn't unusual that you were snuggled up to him under the blankets on his bunk, with his hands running gently through your hair, as his eyes were focused on the projection. Luke's blunt nails would lightly scratch your scalp, fingers brushing through your strands, and twirling the ends around one and tugging just a little bit in a relaxing way.

The holo played in the background as you focused on Luke's touch. He was always so gentle with you. He was kind and caring to everybody on base, of course, but there was something different when it came to you. Like he thought you were made of glass. That didn't mean he didn't trust you, he very much did. Split-second decisions made between the two of you during missions just by looking at each other proved that.

But laying here with him was like you were on cloud nine. He let your hair fall over your shoulders, brushing the strands softly with his fingers and grazing your neck. It was very relaxing, so much that your eyes kept fluttering closed instead of watching the holo.

"Putting you to sleep, am I?" Luke teasingly murmured.

"No, no" you laughed quietly against his chest and pushed yourself up a little to look at him. "You're too good at this, y'know. Are you sure this isn't some Jedi trance you're putting me in?”

Luke laughed at that. You felt the vibrations of his laughter in his chest underneath your body. He continued his fingers down from your hair to caress your arms in the same soft way.

"No. It'd be a good trick though, wouldn't it?" he replied softly. One of Luke's hands came up to your face to tuck your hair behind your ear, the length threatening to curtain your face.

To outsiders, you two probably looked ridiculous. The farm boy who blew up the Death Star in bed with his good friend. You probably looked in love, and you were- you just hadn't said it out loud. The way you were when you interacted with one another, it was obvious. Han and Leia were waiting for the day when you two walked into the mess hall or onto the Falcon hand in hand. But instead, here you were, in his quarters on a stormy day. He made you feel warm and alive.

Your eyes were heavy, but you didn't want to stop looking at him. He was like a dream come true to you, with his sun-kissed skin from growing up on a Tatooine farm, sparkling blue eyes which were the prettiest you had ever seen. You thought your own paled in comparison (He disagreed). His hair in the right light was like a golden halo of dark blonde. In private moments like this you liked to run your hands through his hair as much as he did yours. Always soft and shiny, Luke's longer locks were one of your favourite parts of his looks- not that his looks were the most important thing, but you did really like his hair. Especially when it got all floppy and fluffy.

He laughed quietly again, probably at you being lost in thought by staring at him. You grumbled and buried your face in the crook of his arm. You were in that sort of mood today. A little bit needy for your boy. No, no, my friend, you thought.

Nothing more.

Yet.

And it was so stupid. You both focused on missions very well. You liked missions (at least when they went according to plan). But here the two of you were, tangled up together, all soft and quiet.

You didn't need to say anything. If Luke wasn't an expert on how you felt, he would've known through the Force anyway. It was like you had little hearts circling your head every time you looked at him, and everybody saw them.

You think he did put some kind of Jedi trance on you (He didn't. You were just comfortable) because your eyelids started to grow heavy. You felt Luke adjust his positioning, tracing a line down your back to put his hand on your waist. He gave it a gentle squeeze and let his hand rest there.

The two of you felt so safe and secure in your own little world, forgetting that there was even a war raging outside for a few moments. And for now, that was all that mattered.

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Hey!! I love your fics, there isn't enough out there for Luke and I've been savoring them like water in a desert. 🙏

Do you have any Luke WIPs to share? (Only if you're comfortable, of course!)

Thank you!!! And yes you’re right there isn’t nearly enough for Luke... ;;__;;

I have a few snippets of unfinished stories to share that I’m still working on!

Began working on this one when I was reading the Truce at Bakura. The premise is Luke teaching the reader a little more about close-quarters combat after a close call. Luke and reader aren’t in a relationship yet in this one! (But reader has a big crush on him haha...)

I started working on this one I think sometime in July...I usually never write Force sensitive readers (I just prefer it, also I personally find the dynamic more interesting when Luke is with someone that isn’t force sensitive like he is!) but I wanted to give it a shot here... (￣▽￣*)ゞ

It takes place after the destruction of the death star in ANH! Not sure if I’ll ever finish this one, but I might considering it’s rather short and I don’t have to think too hard... (◎ ◎)

This one I’ve been working on for awhile! (I started on this right after finishing Heating Up!) It’s the one where Luke wants to start a family with reader. It’s far from finished though since I want it to be good and still am trying to wrap my head around the lore... Not sure when this one will be finished, honestly. ;;__;;

I have a whole bunch more unfinished and half-written Luke reader inserts, but for some reason I’ve been having a hard time finishing them despite my desire to do so. Every time I try the words come out clunky and I end up backspacing it all to try again later only to meet the same result... (╥﹏╥)

I'm overflowing with inspiration, but I can’t execute it... (`△´＃)

I’ll still keep trying to push through and finish something, though! ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

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What is your thoughts on kissing Luke? So many situations to think about!

Ahh, I think about this a lot haha.. ;;

I personally believe Luke can kiss.

Kissing just sort of clicks for him. He’s so passionate with it that it’s just inevitable, he pours himself into every kiss.

When the context is appropriate Luke can lose himself a little with you, his mouth against yours hungry yet so achingly soft. His kisses become so deep that all you can think of is it, and when he pulls away the sensation of his lips on yours lingers.

…Also, his mouth just feels nice. He doesn’t nip or bite at your lips and his teeth don’t clack against yours. He’s very sweet with his kisses—even the hungry ones.

Luke loves to cradle your face in his hands while kissing, or just cup the back of your head. His palms are wide, and it feels so nice whenever he does.

He’ll brush his thumb over your jawline, or rub soothing circles on your cheek, his fingertips may ghost over your ear...

Luke also really likes cupping your chin, he’ll do it when initiating a kiss or during a kiss, but he’ll also do it just to express affection.

He can get rather vocal while deeply kissing like this, shuddering and sighing against your mouth while keeping your head cradled close with his palm.

In public Luke opts to give you more brief, chaste kisses. In private is when he’s more intimate.

I don’t think Luke is much of a tongue kisser, He only ever adds his tongue to kisses when the two of you are being intimate.

He gives you little pecks as greetings! He’ll walk by and lean to press his lips against your cheek or temple, chaste and sweet, and continue on where he was going.

(Maybe one day if he’s feeling particularly cheeky and the context is appropriate, he’ll give you brief one right on your neck, in the spot he knows makes you shiver.)

As for kisses on the other parts of the body aside the face, Luke enjoys those too.

When you’re first waking up in the morning Luke sometimes will pepper little butterfly kisses across your face and shoulder. His face gets all warm and a big smile breaks across his face if you do the same to him.

Post-ROTJ and after an appropriate amount of time has passed Luke will be comfortable with you intentionally kissing the areas of his skin scarred by lightning.

He’s rather fond of kisses on the neck and jaw during intimacy. (Especially if you cradle his face while doing so.) Luke is also pretty observant, and remembers which areas you like to be kissed on, all it takes is once or twice for him to notice it usually. (This is because I feel like Luke gives a deep amount of attention to you during sex.)

Luke almost always gives you a goodnight kiss, whether it be on the lips, cheek or forehead.

When cuddling I can imagine Luke occasionally just nestle his head against your cheek, his lips brushing over your skin; not quite kissing but almost. (He’s a physically affectionate guy!)

I think Luke is someone that gives affection rather freely, so kissing is a frequent and normal occurrence; from chaste little pecks to deep and sweet kisses.

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