#luke skywalker fanfic

[fuckmyskywalker]

"Never Trust The Smuggler!" — Luke Skywalker.

— CW: 18+, smut! Glory hole!, blowjob, voyeurism, dirty talk, slight exhibitionism, implied HanLuke. | Word count: 1.1k (not proofread!)

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“Are you sure this is the place?” His voice trembles as Han pushes him inside the filthy, dark bathroom of the cheap, seedy cantine he got dragged into. The room’s dimly lit, smells like shit, and the floor is sticky.

“Yes, a hundred percent sure— trust me” The taller man responds, kicking the bathroom door of the last stall open with his worn boots, forcing Luke to sit on the dirty toilet. 

The walls are covered with ripped posters, various ridiculous propaganda and vandalized to oblivion; Luke looks around, scrunching his nose at the stinky smell when he notices a hole in the wall, conveniently at a low level. Signs and words in various languages surround it, he recognizes a few ones: Aurebesh, Rodian, and even some insults in Huttese. The only thing he can read is: “Whore”, “Free use” and “Insert here”.

Han Solo rests his back against the stall door, crossing his arms over his chest and smirking at the way Luke’s cheeks redden at the realization. He knew bringing him here was the right choice. His reaction was just like he imagined, and he can’t help but feel his cock twitch inside his pants at the view.

Pointing at the hole with his chin, he speaks almost shaking with excitement. “Go ahead.”

Luke stares at him as if he has gone mad. “Are you kidding me?” His blue eyes glance at the wall again. “That’s why you brought me here?”

His friend laughs shaking his head— the naivety of the blonde boy amuses him. “Pretty much. So, what are you waiting for? She won’t bite. Well— unless you want her to.”

Luke gulps, keeping his eyes on the hole. A tingling feeling runs down his body, he has to admit the thought is… not a turn-off; but, he can’t expect anything clean from a place like this. How can he possibly consider this? This is absolutely insane! He knew it wasn’t a good idea to trust the smuggler. The air around them feels heavy, both of them in silence for two different reasons— Han waits patiently, knowing Luke will give in eventually, while Luke is dumbfounded, cursing himself for actually thinking about doing… that.

“Make up your mind, Wormie. We don’t have all night.” 

Han’s brown eyes glow with furor when he sees Luke fumbling with his belt as his back faces him. His hand sneaks down to rub his clothed crotch, wondering how is he going to watch this without exploding instantly. The blonde stays still, one hand wrapped around the base of his half-hard length and the other one on the wall.

“Do I just… stick it in?”

“Duh”

“Oh, shut up—”

For good measure, he works his cock until it’s a tad bit harder; hesitantly, he guides himself inside the hole, feeling his knees go weak at the mixture of anticipation, fear, and arousal. Once he is fully settled, Luke holds his breath. 

“Aren’t you a pretty boy” A foreign voice makes him jolt, as your warm breath hits the tip of his cock. “Is he your friend, Han?”

“Kind of” Solo replies from behind Luke.

“Pretty cock, I bet he’s a pretty boy” You reply, surprisingly keeping a conversation as if there wasn’t a dick in front of you. Luke hears some muffled fumbling and the faint sound of a package being ripped.

A sharp gasp escapes his lips as he feels your hand rolling the condom over his cock, shuddering at the touch of someone else on him. “Don’t be scared, pretty boy” Your voice is sweet but the salacious undertones ring in his ears. “It’s just safety measures, ‘mkay? Nothing personal.”

“We have to leave soon, dollface. Can you make it quick?” Han sticks a hand inside his trousers, palming himself with a smirk.

“I should charge you.” 

Luke is astonished at the banter— but his thoughts quickly melt when he feels your tongue licking his tip. With a weak wine, Luke holds himself up with both palms glued to the wall, closing his eyes when you slide him inside your warm mouth. You begin with a slow, delicate pace, testing the waters to see what he likes.

“Be gentle, it’s his first time getting a blow” The brown-haired man wraps a hand around his member, stroking unhurriedly, admiring how Luke’s knees buckle and his breath hitches every time you slide another inch inside your greedy throat. 

“Shut up—” Luke protests, moaning next at the sensation of having his cock being deepthroated. “Ah— fuck”

Humming in delight, you jerk him off while focusing on sucking the tip, even daring to graze your teeth on the sides. This is absolutely filthy, something straight out of those awful, cheap pornos that he has seen around the Holonet; and yet he is enjoying every second of it. After you get more comfortable with his size and girth, you dare to speed up, drool pooling in your mouth and trickling down the side of your lips. He’s big— not as thick as you thought firsthand but he is definitely long, 7 inches, perhaps even 8 if you were feeling extra generous tonight… and his moans are the sweetest, it is pretty obvious no one has ever done something like this to him. 

“Oh—Oh Maker” Luke moans louder, buckling his hips and biting his lip. He’s about to come, and he has no idea who is the one behind it. 

“You like that, Wormie?” Han asks, biting his lower lip and stroking himself faster. “You like having a whore sucking your cock?”

Luke nods energetically, it is more than certain that he will never forget this night. You seem to read his small twitches and whines, urging him to come undone inside the condom. “Go ahead, pretty boy. Let me make you feel good. You have such a cute cock, big and heavy— wish I could have it inside me”

And that rather much does it for him. Filling up the condom, Luke wishes he could at least know your name, it would be a cute gesture to moan it while he comes, or at least that’s what he thinks. He listens to Han’s strained groan behind him, but the drumming of his ears makes him ignore it. His heartbeat rises to the skies, and not even with his own hand he has orgasmed this hard. Resting his forehead against the wall, his breath is ragged and heavy. As the haze of the orgasm wears off, the blonde cries when you pull out the condom, tying it up and throwing it behind your back. He sure has a nice cock. Your voice is the last thing he hears before his friend places a sweaty hand on his shoulder, spinning him around and caging him against those sticky, repulsive walls. 

“Come see me again one day, maybe I’ll let you come in my face.”

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[dracowars]

Hi again sweetie! Luke and reader where theyre all celebrating the whole end of the empire/death star and she gets absolutely drunk off her mind and sits on his lap and plays with his hands all giggly and theyre "just friends" and han (and leia) are having the time of his life teasing tf out of them?? Maybe in the morning shes embarrassed and apologises so lukes all sad bcs it was a "mistake" but they end up tgt later? Thankss lovee

booze and confessions | luke skywalker

pairing: luke x reader

word count: 1,9k

summary: where y/n celebrates the end of the war a little too much, ending in a confession

a/n: i feel like it has been ages since i wrote something even though it's not true lmao hope you enjoy lovely!! <3

warnings: angst, mentions of war, mentions of death

universe: star wars

To be honest, you have no idea how many drinks you already have in your system, but when if not today are you allowed to celebrate like this? After the Death Star was successfully destroyed, the Empire was defeated and peace and tranquility will return to the entirety of the galaxy. The age of fear and terror is over, the time of fighting is over and you can finally let yourself go. Finally, there is something to celebrate, something you have been working towards for years. And today, after all the suffering, that goal has been achieved and you could not be any happier to be right here, right now: on Endor, in the midst of numerous Ewoks dancing and partying, with your friends who fought alongside you all those years while the sky above you is lit up in a variety of colours.

However, the exertion of the day affects your body, your feet slowly starting to hurt from this long, fateful day and when you see Luke sitting at a table, with Han and Leia next to him, a break from all this celebrating suddenly sounds quite attractive and you stumble and stagger towards them.

"There he is! The man of the hour!", you chuckle happily as soon as you are near them, your arms spread wide as you head straight for Luke, who examines you with a small but shy smile. Before he can answer, however, you actually trip over your own feet and almost hit the ground if it wouldn't be for Luke's strong arms to prevent you from falling to the ground.

"Woah! Be careful!", Luke warns you, but what he does not expect is that you barely noticed your little misstep and just sit on his lap, giggling with joy. "I think someone had a drink or two too many."

"Are you talking about me? Don't you worry, Luke, I'm perfectly fine!", you cheekily smile at him, swaying a bit which is why he carefully puts one of his hands on your arm so you do not fall off your seat on top of him.

"Maybe you just didn’t have enough?", you tease him, showing him his glass, turning it upside down to emphasize that it is empty. Of course, this victory also comes with a lot of pain for Luke and Leia due to the loss of their father, but Luke has assured you several times that he is fine and that he still wants to celebrate this victory, in honor of his father.

That is also why you really wanted the two of you to have a good time together, but apparently you really had a few too many drinks.

"She definitely had too much", Han comments on your behaviour, sitting across from you with an arm around Leia, followed by a laugh. "I think I have rarely seen her like this and I have seen a lot."

"Han, you could use another drink, don't you think?", you answer him provocatively, but before you can elaborate, you feel the warmth of Luke's hand running up and down your arm. Heat rushes to your face, your cheeks turning red, but you just reach for his other hand and play with his fingers enthusiastically.

"I never thought I would see Ewoks in my life! I mean, did you look at them? They are so cute, I can't believe they stopped an army of stormtroopers by themselves!", you gush in awe upon watching these little creatures dance around their fire. "Don't worry, Luke. You are still cute as hell, too."

"Oh wow, it must sting to be compared to little furry bears", Han chuckles, putting his hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing out loud. Leia, also trying to hold back her laughter for her brother's sake, hits Han with her elbow.

"Stop it, Han. I am not even talking to you, just to Luke. Look at you! Such a beautiful face!", you grin, running your index finger along Luke's jawline. Your faces are so close now that they are almost touching and as soon as your eyes meet, the world around you becomes silent.

But just when Luke thinks you are about to close the gap between you, you throw your arms around his neck and place a kiss on his cheek, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

"I really love you, Luke", you whisper, or at least think you are whispering, because Han comments your words with inhaling in shock.

"No, that is news to me. I would never have expected that in my life, with the way you always look at each other-"

"Han!" Luke and Leia interrupt him at the same time and he immediately raises his hands in the air in defense, an expression of innocence on his face.

"It is not at all fun to say if you don't say it back, Luke", you sadly pout now, skillfully ignoring Han or not even noticing him due to your numbed senses. Because you are moving too much again, you almost slide off Luke's lap once more, but he holds you tight again in the last moment so that does not happen.

"Well, I think it is time for you to lie down now. It was a long evening and-"

"B-But we haven't even danced with each other yet!", you say indignantly as Luke stands up with you and immediately grab his hand, lifting it up to do several clumsy pirouettes underneath.

To prevent you from tripping over your own feet again, Luke casually lifts you into his arms, causing you to squeal as everything around you suddenly seems to spin even more. Not resisting or fighting back, enjoying the closeness you now have to him too much, you wave to Leia and Han over Luke's shoulder and let him carry you into one of the huts further up in the treetops.

Luke gently lays you down on the small mattress laid out in your hut and covers you with the blanket, sitting next to you. Your eyes are already half closed, but one of your hands is still clinging tightly to his.

"I love you too, you can't even imagine how much", Luke admits before giving you a kiss on the forehead and leaving you to your dreams, which for the first time are only consisting of positive things.

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Scattered rays of light shine into your face, causing you to wake up far too early after the previous long night. Slowly, you open your eyes and listen to the soft rustling of the leaves outside. You stretch your arms above your head as you yawn and sit up, running your hands through your face as the first effects of last night make themselves noticeable.

You curse under your breath as you rise on shaky legs, having to hold onto the wall of the small hut to keep your balance. You already regret not drinking less yesterday, but it felt so good in the moment. Completely sleepy and not yet fully awake, you stumble out onto the wooden platform high up in the trees and stop in your tracks when you see Luke standing on the railing in front of you, looking out over the Ewok village.

The light wind blows through his hair and the sunlight causes his face to shine naturally. Barely able to take your eyes off him, memories of last night suddenly come to your mind and your heart beats faster. You can't remember everything, there are some missing parts in your memories, but what you can remember brings a blush to your cheeks in an instant.

Wanting nothing more than to immediately disappear back into your hut because you just do not want to be confronted with your actions of last night, you slowly turn around, retreating, but as soon as he says your name, you know he does not even need to see you to know you are there.

With a smile, Luke turns to you, leaning his back against the railing.

"Slept well?", he asks gently, but you think you can also hear a certain amount of concern in his voice.

With a nod, you slowly walk towards him, looking away because you just can't keep eye contact, too afraid of what you might see in his eyes.

"How are you?", you ask carefully as you lean over the railing next to him and he looks at you from the side, his focus solely on you which makes your cheek feel even warmer. Playing with a strand of rope that is holding the wood of the railing together, you wait for his answer, your heart beating loudly in your ears as your shoulders touch.

"I'm good. We won so..", Luke chuckles quietly, but immediately falls awkwardly silent again.

You stand next to each other in silence for several minutes, just listening to the wind and the peaceful sounds of the forest. But you both feel that there is something unspoken between you and neither of you knows how or whether to address it. Once Luke finally clears his throat, you brace yourself for the worst.

"You don't have to be embarrassed about what happened last night if that is why you are not speaking to me like you usually do", Luke addresses the rancor in the room and you want to run away and lock yourself up somewhere and just never come out again.

"Luke, I'm incredibly sorry. I-I had too much to drink and my behavior was completely inappropriate", you apologize to him, head down because you just can't manage to look at him without immediately turning bright red. Why are you suddenly so completely out of control of your emotions?

"Oh... I see. Uhm, you don't have to apologize. I mean, if it was just the effects of having too much to drink, then it was probably just a mistake.."

"W-What do you mean?", you ask in surprise, not knowing what he is trying to imply. Or maybe you do know and just do not want to admit it.

"Well, I mean- So I- Would it be wrong of me if, deep down, I hoped that it was more than that? That it was, maybe, real?"

"Luke, what are you talking about...?"

"Would it be so bad if it was real? Do you really feel about me that way?", he asks you and now you finally look into each other's eyes and you hold your breath, searching his eyes for any signs that will tell you what is going on, if he actually means his words.

"Because if that were the case, then all I can say is that I feel the same way about you. Maybe even more", he continues, not letting you speak as he takes your hands in his. "I really really love you too. I told you yesterday, but I don't think-"

"I know. I think I heard it", is the only thing you can say in response to his confession, your thoughts swirling around in your head. You never would have thought that he would feel the same way about you and for some reason your heart now beats a little more painfully than before because you just feel so much love for this man in front of you.

"As I told you yesterday, Luke: I really love you too", you admit openly and before you know it, he wraps you in his arms and hugs you as tightly as if you wouldn't experience the next day.

And in that moment you realize that you would never find a safer place than right here, in his arms. That no matter what comes your way in the future, nothing matters as long as you have each other. And finally, after all this time, you do have each other.

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Break the code (Reader x Luke Skywalker)

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Summary: Luke Skywalker is ready to take Grogu and Reader with him for training. You are quite intimidated and shy around him because of his looks. Luke notices your nervousness and decides to have a sweet conversation about it. Falling in love with him, you start avoiding him knowing how serious he is off the Jedi code. When Ahsoka stumbles upon you, she finds it adorable that you are hiding yourself from him. Eventually encouraging you to accept your feelings. When Grogu falls asleep, Luke asks why you keep running away from him, leading up to a confession

The cloaked figure lowered his hood. It’s eyes drawn immediately to you. They lingered for a moment before moving on towards the little green kid that Din was holding. Moving his cloak aside, he rose his gloved hand upwards. – “I’ve come for the child and the girl.” – he spoke, gaze going back to you. Your breath shuddered as your posture straightened. – “I’ve come to train them.” – he added moving his gaze to Din Djarin. Din looked down at Grogu, then up to you. It made you swallow as this was truly the beginning of something new.

The search for a jedi trainer finally fulfilled. Din said his goodbye’s to Grogu as you looked over your shoulder to Bo-Katan. She had a sense of what was expected from you, making her way over to you. Opening her arms, she let you fall against her embrace, hugging you tight. – “You’ll be alright Y/n. We’ll be alright too. Just focus on your training with the kid and we’ll see each other soon.” – Bo-Katan told you, squeezing you tight. Feeling your eyes swell up, you had to hold back any tears. – “I’ll miss you.” – you spoke back, saying your goodbye.

Bo-Katan nodded slowly letting go of you. Fennic nodded proudly at afar to you. Turning around you noticed Din had taken off his helmet. Seeing him for the first time with a face. Grogu already making his way over to the jedi. Din had tears in his eyes. Seeing them made you tear up as well. The water flowing down, making you rush up into his embrace. – “Take care of the kid, Y/n.” – he spoke, brushing his fingers through your hair.

You nodded, tightening your embrace. – “I’ll see you again… I am sure of it Din.” – you whispered to him. – “I love you.” – you said to him as he was like a brother to you. – “You too.” – he answered giving you a kiss against your cheek. – “Don’t forget.” – he said wiping his cheek dry. – “You are part Mandalorian too Y/n. My family.” – he added touching your chin. Your lip trembled, hating to say goodbye. It felt like a piece of your life got torn apart. – “Y/n.” – closing your eyes, you dropped your shoulders with a deep exhale.

Slowly turning around with teary eyes at your new destiny. The jedi carrying Grogu in his hand as his other was still extended towards you. Nodding to reassure yourself of your new faith, you started approaching him. Moving your hand outwards, longing for a grip. The tip of your fingers coming in contact with his. Slowly moving further down his hand to his palm where he gently closed his fingers over your hand. Inhaling deep you had accepted the path your life was taking now.

He turned as you followed his steps, coming to his side. His hand lowered to the side, leading you out of the room, Grogu in his other. You forced yourself to look back one more time with pity in your eyes. Noticing the jedi was watching you. – “It is for the best.” – he told you. – “It is the path you must take.” – you lowered your gaze not so sure of that right now. The jedi let go of your hand near his x-wing where you settled in with Grogu.

*

You swallowed nervously standing before him. Luke gestured for you to sit as you hesitantly did. He sat down as well noticing you were looking away around to the green scenery of nature rather then your jedi trainer. – “Y/n.” – Luke spoke to pull your attention to him. – “Oh… sorry…” – you responded brushing your palms nervously over your legs, turning your head to him. Still rather avoiding any long eye contact with him. There was just something so intimidating and attractive about him that made you all nervous and shy.

Something you hadn’t been in a while. Unable to know for sure how to handle it. – “Take a deep breath.” – Luke ordered calmly moving his hand upwards. So you did. Waiting further instructions fidgeting with your fingers. Once more rather looking away then be forced to look at him. There was something about his gaze that made you feel shy. – “Y/n.” – Luke repeated to get your attention. You smiled sheepishly already haven forgotten. Luke took a deep breath, setting his hands on his knees.

“What is going through your mind Y/n? You are out of focus.” – he pointed out having observed you closely. You remained silent too intimidated by his good looks and superior position over yours. Luke tilted his head a bit to the side. – “Is it your Mandalorian friend you miss?” – he questioned curiously. You hadn’t even thought about him so openly it made you widen your eyes. Suddenly getting up to leave. – “I…I can understand…” – Luke called out as you got up. – “Y/n!” – he shouted wanting you to come back.

You came sitting down on a large rock, looking over to where Grogu was asleep. Your head turned when you heard a clearance of his throat. – “May I?” – Luke asked politely. He took your silence as an invitation coming to sit beside you. He sat there with you for a moment, listening to the breeze ruffle through the grass. Taking the peace silence gave him. – “You must truly be close to him for you to miss him that much…” – Luke started. You took a deep breath. – “It is not that.” – you spoke. – “Is it not?”- he furrowed his brows, watching you.

“Then what makes you nervous if I may ask?” – he set his hand closer to you. – “I sense you are out of balance.” – his gaze remaining on you. The way he looked at you made you fluster. Cheeks flashed with heat, looking shyly down. – “It’s you…” – you nervously told him. – “Me?” – Luke answered baffled watching you nod. – “How so?” – he wanted to know, turning his posture more to you. Bringing one knee up on the rock with him. You took a breath, a bit scared to tell him.

Luke reached out, placing his hand on yours. – “You can tell me Y/n. I would be happy to improve myself for you.” – he started. – “I might take on a wrong approach of teaching towards you. If that is the case, I am open for critique so I can adapt and be better.” – his hand pressed against his chest. You rapidly waved your hands across as that was not the case. Luke quirking his eyebrow up.

“No…no that is not what it is.”- you told him, making him chuckle. – “It is rather… you… just you… being a bit… intimidating…” – Luke realized. – “Oh… forgive me… I did not intend to.” – he replied shy. You smiled nervously at him as that was the case. Luke looked briefly away, wetting his lips. – “I know I might come across as strict and superior, but I am not. Not so long ago I was a pupil myself.” – he informed you to ease your worriedness.

“Standing in your position, carrying the weight of the jedi way on my back.” – he smiled hesitantly trying to ease the situation. You smiling back at him gave him some comfort. – “What I’m trying to say is Y/n. You and I are not so different.” – he took your hand placing it against his chest, feeling the healthy beating of his heart. – “Please don’t be nervous around me. There is no need for that.” – your heart fluttered at how caring he was towards you. The sweetness coming from him, making your heartbeat louder. Cheeks flushing with heat from simply looking into his eyes. Luke got off the rock, helping you down. – “Shall we give it another try?” – he suggested as you nodded.

*

“Y/n?” – you heard Luke shout out loud. Peeking through the greenery you watched him at the top of the hill, looking searchingly around. – “Y/n? Where are you?” – he called out. You hid more behind the bush when his head turned this way. Swallowing nervously, you were at it again. Hiding from Luke Skywalker simply because you had fallen head of heels for him. Normally it shouldn’t be a problem if it was not for Luke being such a strict believer of the old Jedi code. – “Y/n!” – your eyes widened seeing Luke make his way down the hill.

Gasping loud, you turned around, sneaking away. The further he staid away from you, the easier it was for your loving heart. No temptations to be tested. You moved through the woods increasing the distance between you and him. You just couldn’t trust your own heart around him. A familiar feeling inside of you made you come to a sudden stop. It was Luke trying to sense your presence with the force. – “No…no!” – you shout-whispered, blocking it out. – “I’m sorry Luke… but I can’t let you in.” – you said to yourself.

You started running again, the farther away from him the better. You came to a new area near water making you jump over a log and drop to the ground behind it. – “Uhum!” – you suddenly heard making you gasp loud. Lifting your head up you saw Ahsoka staring questioning at you. – “What are you doing?” – she asked. Her chin lifted up, head turning to the sound of Luke shouting your name. You smiled sheepishly at her.

“Are you hiding from Luke, Y/n?” – she asked teasingly. – “No…yes…maybe.” – you answered making sure you staid out of sight. Ahsoka chuckling amusingly. She took a deep breath, approaching you. Bending a bit through her knees, hands folded between her knees. – “He’s getting really desperate into finding you.” – she told you trying to hide her smile. – “I know…” – you breathed out, keeping your head low. – “Should you not pull the poor soul out of his misery?” – she spoke coming to sit on the log you were hiding behind.

“I’m the poor soul you should put out of her misery.” – you told her, peeking over the log for any sight of him. – “How so?” – Ahsoka asked teasingly already having a clue. – “I’m overdoing it with my heart.” – you spoke ducking back down. Ahsoka laughed cheeky. – “It is against the Jedi code!” – you shout-whispered to her. Ahsoka rolling with her eyes. – “I shouldn’t feel this way.” – you continued looking at her.

“Damn the jedi code!” – Ahsoka called out, startling you. She took a deep breath, taking your hand as she pulled you up to come and sit with her. – “It is perfectly alright for you to feel such way Y/n.” – she clasped her hands around yours. – “Besides there are no stuffy old jedi masters around to slap you on the wrist.”

She was right. Whatever for were you feeling scared. – “You should probably don’t leave him waiting very long.” – she spoke with a wink. – “Right.” – you answered getting up. Ahsoka watched you leave, chuckling giddy. You stepped through the woods to meet up with Luke. – “Y/n!” – Luke breathed out relieved, coming to run over. He wrapped his arms around you as you could only stare over his shoulder into the distance. – “I’m glad to have found you.” – he told you, pulling back. You followed him back up the hill to where Grogu was. Grogu walking over to you.

You smiled picking him up from the ground. Tickling the little one till you settled down on the ground. Grogu staying on your lap. Luke came sitting beside you staring in front of him. The sun slowly setting behind him. It didn’t take Grogu long to fall asleep in your lap. All curled up against your body, nestled between your legs. – “Y/n.” – Luke started catching your attention. You hummed loud, looking up from Grogu to him. – “May I ask why you have been avoiding me these past few days?” – he so boldly asked making you widen your eyes.

“I never seem to find you or get the chance to even speak with you.” – you swallowed nervously, looking ashamed away. Luke set his hands beside his body, moving closer to you. – “Have I done something wrong?” – moving even closer to you that his hand was already behind your back. You sensed him come up close, flustering you. – “I…I…” – you stuttered out, unable to find the right words.

“Yes.” – he asked staring deeply into your eyes. It made you swallow nervously so caught up with him. – “I swear I didn’t mean for it to happen…” – you said, leaning in as well. – “Running away?” – he asked drawing in even closer. You shook your head, taking a hold of his shirt. – “Falling in love.” – you confessed. Before you knew it the words had come out of your mouth, making you widen your eyes in shock.

Luke’s gaze lowering on your lips when you were moving your head back. Luke pressed his hand against your cheek, pulling you closer till his lips crashed yearningly against yours. Immediately melting under his touch, you kissed him back. Luke pulled back for a moment to speak. – “Don’t go avoiding me anymore Y/n.” – you shook your head as he kissed you again.

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l need Luke Skywalker x Jedi!reader x Din djarin imagine Please

Hello dear love,

I'm so sorry it took so long to have this written for you. But I hope I did it justice.

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CHOICE

SUMMARY: Your past and your future collide, what decision will you make?

A/N: Hello lovelies,

It's been a while since I have posted. Life has been one blow after another. Good news is that my mother is doing very well. I had COVID for two weeks almost, thankfully it wasn't too bad, but it did drain me quite a bit.

I don't write poly-ships, but I hope I did this request justice; also it's not necessarily a Jedi reader, but a reader who is force sensitive.

Thank you to the lovely @firstofficerwiggles for beta reading.

This will be a 7-parter. Updated weekly.

Love oo

Italics - flashback

WARNINGS: Angst, anger, sacrifice, force use

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Luke wiped the sweat from his face as he ran through his drills, he couldn’t help but think back to his time on Dagobah, running through that humid and dense forest with Yoda on his back. The jokes his old master would share with him, the conversations they would have, and the wisdom he could impart.

Now, he was alone. 

Sure he had his twin sister, Han, Chewie, and R2 but it wasn’t the same. They didn’t understand the responsibility of becoming a Jedi, and Leia all but decided she didn’t want this life. She wanted to raise a family with Han. 

A family.

His eyes focused on the stars overhead as he lay down on the grassy field, the breeze cooling his body, as he wondered what would happen if he did have a family. 

Someone to love. 

Who was he kidding, it would be a pipe dream. Who would he even have a family with? 

It’s not like he couldn’t find some random person to start a family with, but he didn’t want just someone he could pick up at a bar. He wanted to have a deeper connection. Someone who would understand the responsibility of being with a Jedi, and the issues a long distance relationship could have. 

Family.

That one word kept him up unsettled. Not because of the responsibility but because of you.

He tried to push you out of his mind, clearing his thoughts so he could focus on his meditation, however now whenever he mediated and that word kept popping up, there was one face he saw. It was yours, and all the firsts you two had shared. 

His heart began to ache when he thought of the last time he saw you. 

The music from the Ewok’s impromptu party still filled the night air, he looked around to find you, he hadn’t seen you since he told Leia he was turning himself in to the Empire, only to walk right into you waiting on the next catwalk. 

You tried to stop him, told him you’d overheard his conversation with Leia, that he was crazy and out of his mind for going to face Vader. He did his best to reassure you, but you weren’t hearing it. He did the only thing he could think of, he leaned in and gently kissed your cheek lingering for a few seconds longer than necessary. It was the sure fire way of making sure you stopped talking, he’d used once or twice to win an argument between the two of you. As you stood there, tears in your eyes, he wished you the best and left you standing as tears streamed down your face. 

He spent a good portion of the night trying to find you, and now that he had found you standing away from the party, looking out into the forest of Endor, all the words in that moment flew out of his mind as he remember the first time you two kissed. 

Turned out it was both your first kiss, you were both clumsy and awkward, however, it was special. A special moment that started the both of you through a journey of friendship and love that neither of you had expected. 

You looked beautiful, standing there with a drink in your hand, your eyes shined even though they seemed lost and sad. He was glad he made it back. He didn’t want to have any regrets about leaving things the way they had before he went to meet Vader, but he also knew things might never be the same between the two of you. 

He took a deep breath, calming down his racing heart, taking one step towards you, “I’m surprised you’re here” Luke’s voice called over, he could see how you flinched at hearing his voice, “I thought you would’ve been having a drinking contest with Chewie by now.”

You simply hummed an acknowledgement not bothering to turn to look at him. 

He ran his hand through his hair, letting out a sigh, he could sense your annoyance at having him stand beside you. He leaned on the balcony doing his best to keep his distance without looking like he was keeping his distance, he just needed to appear casual “Still mad at me?”

Your hand clenched around the mug that contained some obscure liquor the Ewok’s made, it wasn’t the tastiest thing but it certainly had a kick, you took a sip trying to calm the annoyance in your heart. Taking in a deep breath, you closed your eyes and exhaled doing your best to let your frustration go. “Let me ask you, what would you do if it had been me?”

“But it wasn’t you”

You squeezed the mug, “So because it wasn’t me, I have no right to feel anything?”

“That’s not what I said”

“Then what did you mean? I’m asking you to put yourself in my shoes, my friend … my partner or someone I thought loved me, goes to sacrifice himself, and the last thing you said to me was ‘I’m glad you’re my friend.’ Then you walked away. You didn’t turn back, you didn’t falter, you just left. If it had been me, wouldn’t you still be mad at me?”

Luke rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah, I probably would be” he felt bad for leaving you standing there, “If there had been another way to save Vader, if it was possible for me to do it any other way, don’t you think I would’ve tried?” He looked over to you, hoping you’d understand his predicament.

A defeated sigh left you, you knew how much saving Vader meant to Luke. It was his father after all, what would you do for your family? 

“I’m sorry. I know, I shouldn’t hold it against you. I know what you went through with Vader, and how much it meant for you to save him, it’s just …” You ran your hand down your face, “It just … you scared me. I thought I’d never see you again.” Tears began to well-up, “Do you know how much I love you?” 

Luke stepped closer to you, resting his hand on your elbow, turning you to face him, “I know how much you care for me; it’s because I had your support I was able to do what I needed” his hand cupped your cheek, “I appreciate you more than you can possibly imagine.”

“Appreciate?” You clarified, as you stepped away from him, “You appreciate me?” You felt a nervousness rising, as your stomach fluttered, you could feel your heart breaking, “You don’t love me, do you?”

Maker how he wished he didn’t have to have this conversation, how he wished thing didn’t have to be this way. 

“I … I'm the last Jedi, and with that comes a responsibility. If things were different, if I wasn’t my father’s child, if …” Luke took in a shaky breath, as he stepped closer to you again, “If I had the freedom to say what is pressing on my heart to say, what you are wanting to hear …” his hand caressed your cheek, “However, I can’t tell you what you want to hear. It’d be unfair and cruel, especially since I’m not able to give you the life you want. It’s my responsibility to train the future generations, to pass on the knowledge I have gained.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, “What are you trying to say?”

His hand dropped to his side, as he took a minute to steady his nerves, he closed his eyes using the force to give him the strength of what he needed to do. He took in a deep breath before looking into your eyes, as resolve settled within his heart. 

“We need to be honest about our future”

“Our future?”

“We’re heading in different directions, love. I can’t …” he cleared his throat, forcing the words to come out, “I'm not able to dedicate myself you. I am a Jedi Knight, like my father before me, my will is the will of the force, and you deserve someone who will focus on you completely”

“I don’t care what you think I deserve, I want you.” He could see how your mind was racing a million miles a minute to keep this from happening, “I can … I can help with training. I can provide support. I … I can’t …” your bottom lip started to tremble, as your eyes welled up, “I can’t walk away from you. I can’t …”

Luke wiped the tears that had slipped down your cheek, “I’m sorry. I wished things were different, but I can’t turn my back on the legacy that has been placed before me.”

You took another step back, you closed your eyes steading your nerves as much as possible, “I understand.” You did your best to fight back the tears, you were sure he could hear your heart breaking, “I know you’ll do an amazing job. I wish you all the best.” 

His eyes opened as the rocks floating around him plummeted to the floor, maker how he regretted walking away from you. The next day you had left without so much as a goodbye, he didn’t blame you, after all it was his fault for making you leave. 

Now, however, all he really wanted, was to see you again, to tell you he did love you. He never stopped loving you. Walking away, was the hardest and most painful thing he had to do. 

He realized his mistake, especially after Grogu decided to go back to his Mandalorian, to have his family.

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[darthpotater]

Welcome Home

It’s been years since Luke last felt that presence through the force— something he didn’t think he would ever feel again, a feeling that always gets him weak in the knees; a feeling he has missed oh so much.

fem reader insert

Warnings: t*rture was implied once

A/N: hello, i hope you enjoyyy, i needed some luke lovin so. also this got quite long so i apologize for that and im planning on wiritng a sequel for this, to maybe fill in the blanks and stuff but other than that, i hope you enjoy!!!

“I don’t think I could ever get tired of this view. Sure, this planet’s boring and I’d do anything to get off this planet but it sure has it’s perks.” You sigh contentedly as you looked into the distance, watching the twin suns set. Luke chuckled as he looks over at you, smiling at you in awe. “I don’t think the sunsets are the only perks this planet has.” He chuckled before leaning in to leave a soft, lingering kiss on your cheek. You glance at him, a smirk resting on your lips. “Sure, the blue milk’s good too.” You chuckle, making Luke let out a hearty laugh. You felt your heart do somersaults in your chest at the sound, it definitely felt like music to your ears. You’ve been with this farmboy for quite some time now but he still made you feel all sorts of things.

“C’mere you.” Luke smiled as he pulled you closer to him. You immediately snuggled up to him, back against his chest as you both sat on the rocky hill. He wraps his arms protectively around you and places his chin on your shoulder as the two of you sat in silence for a few moments, going back to watching the setting suns. You reach up to lazily play with his hair, smiling when you feel him lean against your touch, snuggling into it. Your smile widened when you felt him leave another tender kiss on your neck, shuddering slightly at the feeling. “I hope you know how much you mean to me, my love.” He mumbled as he stayed there. “You’re the only one I’m holding onto to keep me from going insane, especially on this rock.” He added with a small laugh. “And I promise, one day, I’ll take you and we’ll explore the galaxy, watching every sunset together.” He added as he pulled away, prompting you to look up at him.

His bright blue eyes twinkled under the faint light of day, and when you thought they couldn’t get more beautiful, you were always proven wrong. You turned around in his hold slightly, giving you better access to his face as you reached up to remove a speck of sand from his cheek. He closes his eyes once again at your touch, something he does often and you found it oh so endearing. Your hand remained on his cheek as your thumb lazily caressed his skin. “I love you.” He whispers with a smile as you bring him down to plant a soft kiss on his lips. You smiled when you felt him tighten his hold around you. You pulled away and laughed when you saw his cheeks were now beet red.

“You’re doing it again, y’know.” You giggled. He tries hiding his shy smile as he pretends to not know what you were talking about. “Doing what?” He shrugs as he looks around. “You blush every time we kiss.”

“I don’t.”

“You are, right now.”

“No I’m not. That’s just… sunburn.”

You let out another laugh. “Oh Skywalker, what am I going to do with you?”

His eyes connect with yours once more. “Love me forever.”

You smiled softly, “I can do that.”

Luke opened his eyes and immediately sat up at the sound of Artoo’s whistles. “Oh hey, Artoo.” Luke smiles faintly as he runs a hand down his face. “Yeah, I’m okay. Was just resting. Where’s Grogu? Is he asleep?” He asked as the droid began rolling away. “I’ll head back soon, I’ll just finish up here.” Luke said, smiling as Artoo replied with a series of beeps and whistles. When the droid was out of earshot, Luke lets out a sigh as his eyes focused on the sunset in front of him. He smiles faintly at the dream he had before looking at the empty spot beside him— your spot. “Oh, my love.” He calls out quietly as he lays back down onto the grass. “You would’ve loved this view.” He added as he looked beside him, as if you were there with him. “I’m so sorry.” He added quietly as a single tear trickled down his cheek.

It’s been years since he lost you. After the battle of Endor and when the Empire found out that you were force-sensitive, they made it a point to separate the two of you as their last try at taking down the Rebellion. He tried saving you— he did all he can but it was not enough. Presumed dead, Luke felt like his heart was ripped out of his chest, when he saw you laying there, lifeless. He wanted to run to you, hold you one last time but they had to go; he had to go. Han was pulling him into the Falcon before the Empire could get to them.

“Luke, go.”

“No, I’m not leaving you.” Luke hissed, the Skywalker stubbornness coming out. You shook your head, “I wasn’t asking. Luke— they want you not me. They get they’re hands on you, they win. We didn’t work and fight our asses off for them to win. You know that, more than anyone. We worked so hard to fight and we can’t let all that go.”

Luke shook his head, “No, there has to be another way.” You sighed as you took his face in between your hands. “You know there’s no other way, my love.” You smiled faintly as you examined his face, possibly for the last time ever. “We cannot let them win.” You said before leaning in to give him a passionate kiss. His hands snaked their way around your hips and pulled you close, as close as he possibly could. You felt his tongue swipe over your lower lip as your hand found its way to massage the back of his head. You didn’t want this to end, you wanted to stay in his arms forever. When you two pulled away, foreheads touching, you leaned in and gently rubbed your nose against his, him doing the same. “”I love you, Luke Skywalker. Now go be that Master Jedi we all need. I’m rooting for you. Always.” You smiled as you pulled away, tears threatening to spill form your eyes. He looked at you one last time as Han marched over. “Alright kids, as much as I don’t want to ruin this moment, we have to go. Now.”

You nodded. “Han, please take Luke. I’ll buy you some time.” You said as Han furrowed his brows. “Nuh-uh, you’re coming with us.” Han argued. “Han, I’m not playing games. Take Luke and go.” You ordered, voice firm. Han had become a big brother to you over the years. The brother you never had but always wanted. Sure, he was annoying but you were thankful for him anyways. You could see it in his face that he didn’t want to leave but he knew that this was what needed to be done. “Now go.” You ordered as you unhooked your lightsaber and igniting it. Han grabbed Luke’s arm and escorted him down the hallway.

Luke could remember it vividly. Like it was ingrained in his head forever. He remembers watching helplessly as you graciously sliced through Troopers and deflected their blasters, all on your own. The way you used the force so effortlessly is a sight he will never forget. Between the two of you, you were always the fast learner.

But then everything happened so fast. Luke was still trying to process everything happening around him when the explosion happened. He remembered stumbling forward as the floor shook. How Han was yelling for the rest of the rebels to fall back. Luke didn’t care if his ears rang or if he was bleeding, he was busy looking back to see if you were okay. When he did, his knees almost gave in when he saw you laying there, bruised and bloody. He screamed for you as Han dragged him into the Falcon. His heart broke into a million pieces as Han jumped into hyperdrive. He sat there, staring blankly as he felt like half of himself was taken away; and that's exactly what they did to him.

Luke now stared at the sky, littered with millions of stars, wishing you were right there with him, in his arms once again. Thinking of how much easier rebuilding a Jedi Order would be if you were by his side. He was deep in thought when the loud sound of a starship entered the atmosphere. He sat up and watched as an unfamiliar ship plummeted into the nearby forest. Luke jumped up onto his feet and ran toward the ship to investigate.

As he ducked under fallen trees, he could see the ship in the distance, enveloped in smoke. He carefully approached, lightsaber in hand as he used the force to search for any kind of life forms but felt...nothing. With brows furrowed, he holstered his saber before walking closer to the ship to examine. And that's when he felt it.

His eyes went wide when he felt the familiar presence, the same presence that gets his knees buckling and heart racing and swelling with so much love. Never in a million years did Luke ever think he would feel that again. "No, it can't be." He whispered to himself as he desperately looked around, looking for a familiar face; looking for you, the love of his life.

He turned around and was immediately tackled down, lightsaber inches away from his neck. Unfazed, he looks up at you and could not believe his eyes. There you were, on top of him, alive and breathing, holding a lightsaber dangerously close to his face. He watched as realization hit your face, and your eyes softened as you studied his face. "L-Luke?" You squeaked, immediately deactivating your saber. You got off of him, making him immediately sit up. The two of you sat there, staring at each other, trying to process what was happening.

And without another word, the two of you tackled each other, this time with a tight embrace. Luke immediately buried his face into your shoulder as he pulls you to sit on his lap, trembling slightly as he felt the emotions wash over him. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist as you rested your chin on top of his head, holding as tight. Luke shook his head, trying to convince himself that this was not a dream but reality. "Maker, I missed you so much." You whispered into his hair as you left a kiss on top of his golden brown hair. He nodded, agreeing as he peppered your shoulder and neck with kisses. You smiled, tears now brimming your eyes as you pulled away to look at him one more time.

"You're alive. How? I don't understand. I saw you that day— If only I've known, I would have—" He started to ramble but was cut off as you crashed your lips onto his. You smiled when you felt him melt into you, hands gripping your waist tightly. You cupped his face, soaking up the feel of him. Your hand massaged the back of his head, gripping his hair ever so lightly, making him whimper in return. Your tongues danced effortlessly with each other as you held onto each other for dear life. In need of air, the two of you finally pulled away, foreheads resting against each other. Luke leans in and rubs his nose against yours lightly, making you giggle as tears now freely fall from the both of you. You pulled away and took the time to examine his face intently. You reach up to wipe a tear as it trickled down his cheek, smiling when you see him lean against you. 5 years have gone by since you've last seen him and although he grew a bit older and some things may have changed, he was still your beautiful, blue-eyed, whiny, blue milk loving farmboy.

He was the reason why you survived all those years with the Empire, the thought of him was what you held onto as they did unimaginable things to you, trying to convince you to join their side. You told yourself that on the day you two finally reunite, you would thank him for being the hope in a time of despair; the light in a time of darkness for you.

"Thank you." You whispered, leaving a soft kiss just above his ear. He shuddered before pulling away to look at you, brows furrowed, making you laugh. "For what, my love?" He asked, "There's nothing to thank me for. I... I failed to save you, to rescue you. I should've returned for you, if only I had known—" You playfully roll your eyes before kissing him to shut him up. "You've done enough, love. You've done so much, please believe me." You added, as you cupped his face once again, giving him a quick peck. The moon now stood high, perfectly hitting Luke's face, giving you a perfect view. "Luke, are you... blushing?" You asked with a smile and he immediately looks away. "No."

"Maker, you still blush when we kiss!" You tease, laughing as you two began to get up from the ground. "I am not! It's just—"

"Don't you dare say it's sunburn, Skywalker." You smiled, wincing as you stood up, the adrenaline beginning to die down and the pain coming back. "Also, you think you have bacta patches to spare? I think I'll need a kriff ton of em." You sighed as you felt that you still could not put any weight on your leg. Luke throws your arm over his shoulder as an arm slid around your waist, pulling you close to him. "Whatever you need, my starlight, I will give. Let me take care of you."

You looked at him, only to see him admiring you with so much love, no point in arguing. You nodded, leaning into him, letting him guide you back.

"Also, where are we?"

Luke smiled as he stopped in his tracks, making you look up at him. You could tell he was still in disbelief that you were right there with him again. Kriff, you were too. "Home. You're home." He continues as he brings a hand up to caress your cheek before leaning down to give you another passionate kiss. "Welcome home, my love." He whispered.

And he was right. You were home, because wherever Luke is, that's where home was.

[djarinsphere]

NSFW Alphabet | Luke Skywalker

Luke Skywalker x female!reader

Warnings: oral sex, unprotected p in v, just a lot of nsfw stuff

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Luke is all about making sure you’re comfortable. He will wipe away any mess that you two might have made, will shower you in kisses and cuddle you a lot afterwards. He isn't satisfied if you aren't able to relax and feel comfortable next to him.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partner)

Luke simply loves your hands. He loves feel them roam his body or just hold his own hands. There is also nothing that compares to the feeling of having your hands cup his cheeks, especially while you're kissing him. He also loves to place kisses on each of your fingers, often as part of aftercare as well.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Luke loves to cum inside you or on your stomach. He loves the feeling of being so close to you, so he enjoys finishing inside of you, but there is also something satisfying about coating your tummy with his cum.

D = Dirty Secret

He doesn't really have a dirty secret because he's usually very open about communicating his preferences with you, but sometimes he thinks about fucking you in the cockpit of his X-Wing. He hasn't brought that idea up yet, but he is definitely not opposed to discussing that with you in the future.

E = Experience (How experienced are they?)

Luke has a fair amount of experience. He didn't really commit to a lot of relationships before he met you, but he had his fun here and there. Nothing lasted too long though, so he is getting to know you a lot better than all partners he had before you.

F = Favourite Position

Luke loves to see you ride him. He's a sucker for having his hands pinned down next to his head while you are pressing them down with your own. Seeing your tits bounce is enough to really get him closer and closer to that edge.

But he also enjoys a lot of lazy, spooning action. Entering you from behind as he is the big spoon, lazily fucking you while barely awake in the morning. And he has perfect access to touch your breasts while he enters you over and over.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Luke is quite humorous in the moment. He loves to laugh against your lips and exchange a few giggles between the two of you. He also wouldn't enjoy it as much if you two had to be really serious all the time.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Luke is usually clean shaven or really neatly groomed. He doesn't like to have too much going on down there, so he keeps it relatively short or well... non-existent.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

One of his goals is definitely to make you feel loved and give you as much pleasure as possible. So he will always make sure you are comfortable and also whisper sweet love confessions into your ear or between your kisses. Sex is not only about pleasure for him, but also making you feel loved and bringing you two even closer together.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

When on longer missions, Luke has to relieve himself in some way. He usually thinks about you though. His thoughts vary from you in sexy dresses to laying completely naked in front of him. Whenever he#s touching himself, he also imagines it's your hand that is touching him.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

It might not be a direct kink, but Luke is definitely into you wearing revealing clothes before you two have sex. And he loves to see you in sexy lingerie as well and being able to help you out of it, slowly revealing your naked body to him.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

In general, Luke prefers your shared bed, but he is definitely open to doing it elsewhere. A favourite of his might be your shower. He loves sharing that kind of intimacy with you, but also being able to switch it up a bit for the both of you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

It's usually enough for him if you touch him in the right places, but he also enjoys it when you tease him a bit. Getting closer and closer to his middle after your hand had just been resting innocently on his thigh a moment earlier. Even just moving an inch closer to his dick at a time is enough to make him go crazy and crave you even more.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Luke would definitely never do anything that might hurt you. He's even a bit opposed to choking you or doing anything else into that direction. It's really not something that gets him turned on because there is always the chance you might get uncomfortable or he could hurt you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Luke doesn't really have a preference for this. He loves to receive oral from you, loving the feeling of your lips sucking him off, your mouth taking him in fully. But he absolutely loves to go down on you as well. And he's very good at it too, moving his tongue in just the right ways to make you feel incredibly good.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Luke likes to keep it balanced. He doesn't want to go too rough, so he doesn't rush anything and is able to take everything in how he wants, but he also doesn't want to go too slow. If he wants to focus on worshipping you though, he will take his time to explore your body and also keep the pace generally slow.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He is definitely not opposed to having quickies with you. If it's the only way you two can be close to each other, he will definitely use that chance. But he will probably always prefer to take his time with you and fully enjoy everything without any time pressure.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Luke would never do anything that might hurt you, but in general, he is definitely open to experiment and try new things with you. Especially if it's something that you really badly want to try, he doesn't want to be the one stopping you. And it could always be something that makes your sex life even more exciting.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Luke definitely has great stamina. From years of training as a Jedi and always keeping his body in good shape, he can last multiple rounds and he would go for those if it's alright with you. He also lasts quite long for one round, but not too long.

T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

If you want to bring toys into the bedroom, Luke would definitely not protest. He doesn't use any toys on himself, but he has been thinking about getting a vibrator or something for you, just to compensate when he has to spend time away from you. Or to give you additional stimulation.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Luke loves to tease, but he maybe loves being teased even more. While his teasing is often dragged over multiple hours, building up to the evening together, he enjoys any kind of teasing you give him. From slightly touching him to letting you whisper dirty things into his ear.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Luke is definitely not afraid to let you know that your sex is good by his moans. He never holds back any noises, enjoying the moment of passion thoroughly and letting mostly moans and groans escape past his lips.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Luke can't imagine a better thing than coming back home to you after a long mission, finding you in your bed and starting off with cuddles and soft kisses. He loves to then slowly undress you, turning the sensual cuddle session into something a bit more intimate. Eventually, he has you naked in front of him and he will finally be able to kiss you in all the places he had imagined on his way home. And he will take his time, worshipping you right there, in your shared bed.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Luke is of average size and he is pretty happy with that. It's perfectly satisfying for the both of you.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Luke's sex drive depends entirely on what is going on around him. If he has recently been injured and is still recovering, he does enjoy evenings mostly filled with cuddles more. But when he's at home for a bit longer, he is eager to use that time and have sex with you almost any chance he gets.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Luke doesn't really like to fall asleep before you. He loves to watch you fall into the land of dreams slowly. Usually, he spends this time brushing through your hair with his fingers or giving you gentle forehead kisses until you're asleep. Then he will allow himself to go to sleep as well.

[pizzapottah]

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harry potter saga:

harry j. potter ↓

young love (malfoy!reader) — the youngest malfoy meets the famous harry potter, not knowing that he'll be a big, big part of her life one day.

george weasley ↓

summer vacation — you and george go on vacation together- chaos ensues.

james f. potter ↓

runaway (slytherin!reader) — you and james grew up together, being best friends since childhood, but after you get sorted into slytherin in your first year at hogwarts, it was only a matter of time until it all crumbled down.

➞ homecoming (coming soon!)— it's been three years. can james make up for the lost time?

star wars saga:

luke skywalker ↓

baby blues (coming soon!) — when you tried to kill luke skywalker, you never imagined that in the future he would become what you called home.

dune:

paul atreides ↓

moon child (coming soon!) — the bene gesserit's ways are hard to learn, even harder to understand, and neither you nor paul are fond of them.

[walkawaytall]

ICYMI

Summary: Luke pulls the brother card when asking about Han's intentions with Leia. A lot of irritated ridiculousness ensues.

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Luke sat up straight and looked at Han, most of his surety somehow returned. It was a movement intended to project assertiveness that Han recognized, but not from Luke; the kid had undoubtedly learned it from Leia. “I want to know what your intentions are with my sister.

Han refrained from saying the first, second, and third things that came to mind before looking incredulously at Luke. “What the hell are you talkin’ about, kid?”

Luke’s calm demeanor seemed to waver for a moment as soon as Han questioned him. “I just—ah—I need to know what your intentions are with my—”

“Yeah, you said. I wanna know what that’s supposed to mean.”

A pained expression crossed Luke’s face. “It’s a pretty standard question, Han.”

Han’s eyebrows shot up. “For who?”

“For—ah—family members of…” Luke trailed off.

The silence was awkward, but Han could wait. He had no problem with letting people sit with their own ridiculousness for a minute or two, and he had no intention of letting Luke off easy when he knew — he knew — how much Han cared for Leia and was acting like he was a stranger.

“I’m just afraid—Leia didn’t do well when you were away.”

Han set his jaw at the word away. As if I had a choice. “I know.”

“I don’t think it would be good if you left again.

Han raised an eyebrow. “I ain’t leavin’.”

“I just—I’m Leia’s only living family at this point, and I intend to look after—”

“Wait a second.” Han held up his hand, effectively silencing Luke. “You’ve been her brother for three days.”

Luke folded his hands in front of him — another Leia move that, when she did it, signaled a devastating verbal blow was about to be unleashed. Han wasn’t sure what it meant when Luke did it. “We shared a womb.”

Han looked at him incredulously. “Oh, you got a lotta memories of that?”

[hwalovs]

A Smuggler and A Jedi 5/?

CHAPTER FIVE: SHU TORUN

Pairing; Luke Skywalker, Reader Warning; we love a slow-burn, more kind of fluff/kind of angst. Off screen stuff that gets mentioned. more denial of feeling. miscommunication. still no kiss- you’ll get one i promise.  Word Count; 10.2k

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Summary; Queen Trios of Shu-Torun’s betrayal allowed the evil Galactic Empire to launch a surprise attack against the Rebel Alliance’s fleet, scattering the rebels and nearly crushing their heroic cause once and for all. Princess Leia Organa, Jedi-in-training Luke Skywalker, and smuggling duo (Y/n) (L/n) and Han Solo narrowly escaped the assault and reunited with the Alliance thanks to the aid of new allies. Now, Leia has a score to settle with the Empire- and with Queen Trios...

THIS IS NOT EDITED

oh my god?? the last comic-centered chapter?? we’re almost to the endgame now kids, and I CANNOT wait for this to pick up with the remaining chapters. Sorry for the long wait on this one! I had a busy July and August, but hopefully I’m back on my monthly post update :>> also this is probably one of the hardest to write for me. Empire Strikes Back here we gOoOooOo

While Meorti continued to fix the minor problems still present on the Falcon’s outer shell, Leia dragged your group into the main hold with furrowed eyebrows and stern eyes. Her hair was kept in a bun at the top of her head, but two smaller braids hung down from it. She wore a tight grey jumpsuit, a hood stitched into the top with her holster snuggly secured to her waist and upper hip.

You sat on the curved couch, legs thrown over Hans’ lap while picking slowly at the skin around your nails. Han had perched his legs on top of the game console, slowly pressing the tips of his fingers together while looking at Leia with raised eyebrows and thinned lips. Chewie separated you and Han from the others. Luke, who was sitting on the other edge of the couch, a tan jacket zipped up fully while his leg bounced. The two droids, never being apart from one another recently, were talking animatedly to each other. 

In front of Leia was a bright red hologram of a planet. You’d made a whisper to Han about how it looked like a vegetable, but he could only spare a small, tight-lipped smile.

“This is Shu-Torun. It’s one of the primary Imperial resource sites in the whole galaxy,” she gestures to the red planet, “I think we can take it all down.”

Chewie barks out a response, and Luke shuffles in his seat, rolling his shoulders. 

“It’s about time, after everything Queen Trios is responsible for.”

R2 spins his head, a series of whistles and beeps following, “what Artoo?” Threepio asks, “‘I never trusted her?’ this is a little late in the day to disown her, you-”

“This is a strategic attack! This is about hurting Imperial production. This is us seizing an opportunity that Trios didn’t realize she was giving us,” Leia’s glaring at the two droids, sighing as she looks back over the group once more, calming herself. 

You smirk, rubbing your forehead, “and giving some much-needed payback for destroying most of the fleet, right?”

“This isn’t a revenge mission,” she emphasizes, “Or, not just a revenge mission.”

She raises her hands in surrender, rubbing her cheeks before turning back to the hologram, “At Mako-ta, when we sliced her ship’s computer, we gained access to much more than they realized. I have the full plans of Shu-Torun’s infrastructure. It’s a strange, intricate and fascinating system by which they colonized an entire hostile world-”

“Like those weird hill bugs on Kashyyyk,” Han jokes, elbowing your side. 

“But it is also uniquely vulnerable It only takes a little push in the right place, and the whole system will come crashing down.”

“But safely?” Luke says, raising his hand with furrowed eyebrows. Leia doesn’t say anything, and Han slowly pushes your legs off of his lap, leaning to place his elbows on his knees.

“Kid’s got a point,” he smiles back at Leia. “Hey, princess, you haven’t gone full Darth Vader on us, have ya?”    

She just waves her hand, rubbing at her eyes gently, “It’s not that kind of disaster. The population won't be hurt. Its perfect, we just need a handful of the right people.”

Luke stands from his place on the sofa, stretching his arms up to expose a small sliver of his stomach. “Great,” he says, “when can we begin?”

Leia frowns, shaking her head lightly, “No. I said we need the right people, a few more hands, and a couple of specialists.”

“Like who,” Han strains, resting his elbows on his knees. Turning back to the hologram, Leia points, “First, we need a shape-changer.”

Groaning, you let your head fall back, “Oh great.”

Han slaps your knee, pushing himself up from the couch, “what did Tunga say he was going to do next?”

Gralack was one of the outer planets you would rather not go back to if it was your choice. It was dark and most of the alleyways were slimy and the worst creatures lurked in the bars and clubs. 

Being a dark and slimy planet, it was easy to land the Falcon and sneak into the back of a theatre. Since the show was going on, almost nobody was backstage. Crates and large bins of costumes and props littered the area, doors leading into changing rooms. You can faintly hear the show, Han walking closer to the side stage to watch what was going on. 

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me,” he grumbles, hands placed on his hips. Walking to his side, you have to slap a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from laughing. 

It was a show about you guys. Humans dressed as Mon Calamari, and the others dressed as your group. You could pick out Tunga, though. Since it looked like Luke was the actor on stage. 

“Oh, Luc Swordswinger!” an actor cries. You can’t help yourself, you let your laughter bubble past as you slap Han’s shoulder, hiding your face in his shirt. Tunga didn’t even have a lightsaber, it was a long light that illuminated a bright blue. 

“Luc Swordswinger?” Han chuckles, watching the show play out. 

You didn’t know where the others were, and when glancing back, you can see Luke and Leia peeking into other, empty, dressing rooms. 

Han suddenly grabs your arm, pushing you towards stacked crates while whisper shouting to the others, waving his hands frantically. 

“Troops are here! Hide!” is all he manages to say. Screams erupted in the main showroom, and background actors rushed to the back and out the only available door outside.

Luke, with furrowed eyebrows and worried eyes, tries to make his way over to you, but Leia grabs his arm to hide behind another stack of crates. You don’t look his way, but you can feel his eyes on you. 

Tunga and the other actors run backstage, hiding behind anything that would conceal their bodies. Tunga, having dropped the visual of your Luke, rushes past and almost falls when sharply turning to hide.

“Everyone down on the floor,” a trooper yells, “you’re under arrest-”

You don't see it, but Leia tries to grab Luke’s arm as he stands, grabbing his saber from his belt and standing in the trooper’s way. Peering around the crate, you can count multiple beginning to the crowd.

“Back off and leave them alone.”

The main trooper, sighing as he relaxes his shoulders, steps closer to him, “C’mon, Tunga. We get it. You’re a famous actor, but you’re not going to intimidate us with a prop.”

Luke’s shoulders tense, and he frowns, igniting his lightsaber and immediately cutting down the group. 

Standing, you grip your blaster and stand by his side, hearing the troopers from outside yelling to each other, “so,” you hum, sideglancing at the blonde, “you couldn’t play along?”

Scoffing, he rolls his shoulders, more troopers coming into view, “you would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I would, yeah!” You scoff, shooting a trooper, “it won't kill you to relax for a second!”

He slices through another trooper, pushing him away with his boot, “we were relaxing for a whole month on that maker-forsaken planet, doing absolutely nothing!”

“Luke! (Y/n)! Let's go!” Leia yells, waving the both of you to the hallway that leads outside. Tunga waits for you, a smile on his face, “Your timing is as perfect as always, how did you find me?”

Leia pulls her hood back on, gesturing to the large poster on the wall, “You advertised the show.”

Han was leading the group, reading over the poster with squinted eyes. Lukes's hand pressed lightly to your lower back, and you fight the urge to slap him away.

“Luc Swordswinger? Really?”

Tunga only shrugs, “My agent recommended the name changes for tedious reasons involving contracts.”

“But Ham Nogo?!” Han stands, hand on his hip as he glares at the clawdite. Laughing, you push past Han to read over the name, slapping his back, “oh that's amazing!”

“Names are never my strong suit. And he’s a classically trained actor!” Tunga tries to defend himself, but its heard by deaf ears.

“It’s not like yours is any better,”: Han hisses, elbowing your side, “I mean come on-”

“We don’t have time for this,” Leia yells, grabbing Tunga’s arm to drag him towards the alley, “Tunga, we need your talents.”

Passing by the others, you’re still snickering with Han about the names and even the storyline of the play. While Leia explained a bit of the mission, you continued to tease Han, and he continued to elbow your side and try to defend his honor. 

“To be honest, there are fewer credits in the rebel-hailing entertainment market than I was hoping,” Tunga sighs, “a new role a long way away from here, is most appealing.”

It would've been an understatement to say Chewie didn’t take the news of not being in the play well. He had his fuzzy paws wrapped around Tunga’s throat, lifting him a foot above the ground, shaking him violently. He was yelling, voice animated as he continued to shake the Clawdite. 

“I’m sorry!” He cries, gripping Chewie’s fur, “There were simply too many parts! Someone had to be cut! And you never really felt like a speaking role, I-”

Wincing, you lay back on the couch, briefly covering your eyes when Chewie throws the other to the ground, throwing his hands up to yell more.

Han tries to step in, holding his hands in surrender, “Hey, look on the bright side, Chewie. If I’m Ham Nogo, you don't want to know what he’d have done to you.”

“Yeah, Chewie,” you speak up, smiling at the Wookiee, “mine was horrendous, you wouldn’t wanna be in the play anyways- it would taint your image.”

“Oh, (Y/n)!” Tunga cries from his spot on the floor, “you don’t mean that! My story was crafted with the utmost care and love!”

You wave him off, going back to picking at the skin around your nails, “uh-huh, sure Tunga.”

“So,” Han draws in a breath, “we have our shape-changer. Next stop?”

He drops down into his seat in front of the engineering station, spinning the chair around. Leia rubs her arms, crossing them as she leans against the hull, “normal rebel troops won’t be enough. We need people used to fighting in a hell world.”

Groaning, you let your head fall back, “But that planet is worse than Tatooine!”

Luke falls down onto the couch next to you, far enough away from you, crossing his arms, “so, back to Jedha.”

You hated Jedha more than you hated Tatooine. The planet always seemed to be in a dust storm and paired with constant lightning strikes, it made getting around extremely difficult. Instead of going with Han and Luke to the Temple on the other side of the planet, you went with Leia. 

With your hood up as far as it could go, a cloak covering your chest and draping down your shoulders and back, you stood with your arms crossed, waiting for Benthic to arrive back from dealing with the remnants of the Empire. 

“I hate this planet,” you grumble, squinting your eyes to try and keep the sharp sand out, but it failed. 

She gives you a sympathetic smile, tilting her head, “its only for a while, you’ll survive.”

“Of course, I’ll survive,” you rub the sand from your cheeks, “doesn’t make staying here less terrible.”

Thankfully, Tognath was one of the languages you had learned through your years, working closely with a fellow smuggler for a year or two. It made listening in on Tognath conversations easy, grabbing information about a top-secret job or a product drop-off location.

“I thought we would have seen the last of the great rebel princess and her smuggler counterpart,” Benthic hisses, voice pitched higher and more robotic. You shivered when seeing him again, the insectoid-mammalian mix kind of freaked you out. There was a faint hiss when he breathed, and the metal weapons lined across his back and sides clanged against each other when he shifted. 

“I presume you have more to ask of us.”

Leia pushed her hood off, turning to look him over for a moment, standing beside you closely, “Yes, I need the partisans elsewhere.”

Benthic tilts his head, beady eyes flickering over the others before settling on you for a moment, his breathing slow and steady, and his eyes flicker back to Leia. 

“Our work is not yet finished. The Imperials still defile Jedha.”

More sand billows around, and you scrunch your face to avoid getting it into your eyes and nose.

“From what I understand, the Imperials are making a few last speculative mining missions.”

His hand extends towards her, head tilting, “After what they did to Jedha? So many dead? They can’t have this world.”

Scoffing, you push off your hood, “So its ego, then? Here I thought the partisans were the practical ones, not the romantics.”

Benthic’s hand moves to his belt, sliding a thick knife from one of its holsters, “Insulting us, also not practical.”

Leia’s eyebrows pinch, glaring at him while lightly grabbing your wrist.

“You stay here, and you deny the Emporer trinkets. You come with me, and you deny them the riches of a whole world.”

There's a pause, the knife slowly lowering until he slides it back into its holder, humming as he nods his head. “You make a compelling argument, we will prepare to evacuate.” He glances behind you both for a moment, “where are your other companions?”

Leia sighs, “Luke, had other business here.”

“Han’s joining him.”

Benthic doesn't say anything, only looks between you both before turning to begin evacuation. You finally let your chest settle, shaking out your hands while walking back out of the small camp they made in a ravine. Leia follows closely, her hand brushing yours until you both have to pull your hoods back up, stopping just before the ongoing storm. 

“Trinkets and the whole world, eh?” You ask, glancing at Leia. She sighs, shoulders tensing slightly.

“What else should I have said?” her voice was low, just breaking over the thunder, “I persuaded them, that’s what matters.”

You both continue to wait in silence, occasionally brushing off the sand from your cheeks or from your eyes or lips. You can already feel it embedding under your nails, slipping up under your tunic and pants and into your shoes. 

Finally, you suck in a breath and cross your arms, “I’m sorry about what happened on Hubin,” you clear your throat, shifting your feet, “with Han and everything.”

“I should’ve told you guys about the transmission and the planning, so its my fault too,” she smiles softly, leaning over to bump your shoulder, “I’m also sorry about Luke.”

Your heart pangs, but you brush it off. 

“He was happy with her, she seemed to be happy too.”

“But you weren't happy, were you? Me and Han- whatever we were doing. And they,” she pauses, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows, “I’ve never seen you so quiet.”

“I was fine,” you pan, “Luke can be with whoever he wants.”

She steps closer, sighing, “but were you happy?”

You let your silence be the answer. Your throat hurts, your tongue pushing your cheek while looking into the sky to find the Falcon flying closer. You wanted to leave, you wanted to go back to Home One to relax before going to Shu-Torun.

Back on Home One, you sit on top of a crate of supplies waiting to be put into the Falcons storage bays. Meorti continued to work on the outer hull, testing wires and reworking some that didn’t work. 

Luke kicked at a small piece of broken metal, crossing his arms, “I wish Sana didn’t have to make that run to the other side of the rim, but this is a great team. We’ve got nearly everyone we need.”

Leia settles her hands on her hips, “nearly isn’t good enough. We need a slicer. A good slicer.”

“I’m going to pretend to not be offended,” you tease, glaring over at her.

Scoffing, Han slaps your knee lightly, “the last time you tried to slice something, you overheated the entire system ad caused a lockdown.”

“Does anyone have any ideas?” Leia asks, rubbing her forehead.”

“That's always hard,” Meorti cuts in, talking over her shoulder. “At least half of them are criminals, and half the ones left are ex-criminals. I think there was a good one of the geist. People ask me why I got into engineering, and I tell them stories about slicers, they are awful people,” she rants, continuing her work on more wiring. Leia smiles, turning around to face the other woman. 

“Meorti,” she hums, “are you a slicer?”

Meorti shrugs, turning in her spot, “well, I used to be. I kept up with the field and,” she catches herself ranting again, “why do you ask?”

“So, you’re finishing up with the Falcon. Looking for a new assignment?”

“What do you have in mind?”

You almost fall off the crates when jumping off to follow after Leia, who grabbed Meortis's hand and dragged her inside of the ship. You manage to push past the partisans and sit next to Tunga, who was sitting on the curved couch. Han stands beside you, and Luke next to him. 

“This is not what I had in mind,” Meorti groans softly, standing between two partisans.

“Thanks, everyone, for joining us. I’m sorry about the secrecy, but its necessary. The rebellion has had patchy security recently,” Leia says, gathering everyone's attention. 

“Together, we’re going to take down Shu-Torun.”

Benthic moves to stand in front of his group, humming, “hmm. The world of the queen who betrayed the rebellion. “ He reaches back down to grab his knife once more, spinning it in his grip, “The queen with blood on her hands. The queen who must be made an example of,” he moves to stand beside Leia, gesturing to her with the tip of his blade. 

“I see why you came to us partisans.”

Leia is quick to correct him, “No, Benthic. This isn’t about that. Yes, that Trios will be deposed is an advantage. But this isn't about punishment. This is an economic strike. This is showing we’re better than them. And no one who doesn’t deserve it is going to be hurt.”

 You keep trying to tell yourself that the flight to Shu-Torun isn’t hot or unbearable when sitting next to Tunga, across from Benthic and Luke. When the Flacon finally touches down, you’re the first to exit out off the ramp, breathing in the hot, humid, air. Leia and Luke aren’t far behind, Han pulling in the rear as he grumbles under his breath about how hot the planet was.

“How’s anyone supposed to live here?” you ask, “let alone thrive.”

Leia shrugs, pulling up her hood as she stands on the edge of a drop-off. Peeking over the side, you feel weak in the knees at the sheer drop down to the ocean of lava. Up ahead, stood the spike you were supposed to infiltrate and take down. Around it, jagged rocks and lava fall made it seem like an evil lair. Bright orange lightning crackled between the building and the stones, the ground under your feet vibrating lightly. 

The heat and humidity were one thing, but the wind made it all worse. Ash and tiny rocks smacked your cheeks with the wind, your eyes watering. You wondered how the queen found this place appealing, was it perhaps the river of lava? Or the black, molten, rock you were standing on?

“It’s almost incomprehensible,” Leia says, in awe of the building. Ash sticks to her gray suit, and you refrain from reaching out to brush it off. 

“We’re going to take down that, and Shu-Torun with it.”

Kissing your teeth, you narrow your eyes at her, watching her tense shoulders and tight-lipped look. 

“Don’t say you’re getting cold feet already.”

Han grabs your wrist lightly, pulling you back towards the Falcon. Meorti stands by the ramp, squinting to protect her eyes from the wind. 

“It’s not too late to back out and do something less suicidal instead,” Han says, letting go of your wrist as you board the ship once more. 

“Suicidal?!” Meorti squeaks, eyebrows furrowing. Luke shrugs his shoulders, downplaying it all. “It’s not. Han just likes to be dramatic. It's a good plan.” 

You turn your head towards Luke, smirking, “a good plan can be suicidal too, you know.”

He only raises his eyebrows, leaning in close, “I’m trying to lighten the mood-”

“Sometimes, moods don’t need to be lightened.”

He huffs, moving around you to go deeper in the Falcon. Benthic waited by the ramp, leaning against a side wall with one of his blades in hand. 

“Death is a small thing,” he hums, the pads of his fingers lightly touching the metal. Tunga looked star-eyed, almost like he was about to start drooling, “Oh my! All this posturing!”

Leia pushes down her hood once the ramp begins to close, squeezing past you and Han. 

“I thought I was a great actor, but you, my tube-faced friend, are incredible.”

You shake your head, “here we go.”

“The spike runs through the core of the planet. It fuels all the energy shields. They keep an area habitable, then are repositioned when they need to exploit another area, like dams on a water world.” Leia places her hands on her hips, shrugging her tense shoulders as she looks around the main hold. “If we knew exactly which engines to blow up, the energies would tear themselves apart. If we do it right, victory will come with an absolute minimum of casualties. But we’d need the plans to know that.”

Han raises an arm, letting R2 roll forwards, already displaying the inner workings of the spike, “and would you look at that!” he muses, faux surprise lacing his voice, “plans!”

Leia ignores him, standing close to the plans to point out specific parts, “We hit our targets and no more spike. No more spike? No more energy shields. They run on its storage reservoir. One by one its systems fail, with plenty of time to evacuate.”

With her eyebrows scrunched, she turns back and glances over the small crowd of people, “Shu-Torun turns from one of the marvels of the galaxy into a standard mining world.”

“Even I know the spike’s one of the most heavily defended places imaginable.” Tunga crosses his arms, sternly looking at Leia. “The energy shields alone are one thing, but I daresay it has quite the number of aggressive fellows with blaster guns.”

“Oh my,” Threepio sighs, looking down at R2, and then to you, “I was so happy with my limbs all back as well. I knew it couldn’t last long.”

You finally let yourself begin to relax, slowly piecing together what the full plan is and how you’ll make it out alive once more. 

“I won’t lie, it won’t be easy.” You look back up at Leia, already seeing her smiling softly, “We’re not going to be fighting all of them. The problem with Shu-Torun is that it has a top-down system of government and is highly technological. This wonderful infrastructure is controlled from on high-”

Luke can see the confusion written on everyone's faces the more Leia speaks, so he huffs, standing beside her, “You remember at Mako-ta when they locked down all our ships? If we can get access to the master security controls, we can do the same for them. Every single door we don’t want open will be sealed.”

“The path is so obvious, why are we still sitting here?”

Benthic spoke like he was the only one understanding everything Leia was saying. Sometimes, you wanted to smack Benthic, but the multiple holsters of guns and knives stopped you. 

“The controls are in the Imperial retreat. Only Queen Trios can activate them. We have the access codes in the data we stole from her ship, but there's an eye scan.”

“Why does this keep getting more and more intricate?” You grumble, leaning against Han as you rub your eyes. He laughs softly, lightly patting your head, “too many big words for you?”

Slapping his shoulder, you send him a glare, “no, you womp-rat. I just want to get this over with, the more time we waste, the more time is shredded off my life.”

“Surly we can’t just kidnap her? She’s a Queen. People tend to be somewhat protective of their heads of state, in my experience.” Tunga points at himself, “admittedly, my experience is more marital than martial, but I'm sure the point remains-”

“She’s holding a party for the ore dukes tonight,” Leia shouts. “We kidnap an ore duke, impersonate him and use it as an excuse to get close enough to Trios to get a good scan of her eye.”

“So let me get this straight,” Meorti rubs her forehead, “We go right into the heart of her stronghold, at risk of being discovered at any moment, just to get a scan of her eye.”

“Then, before they realize, we go to this other stronghold, get in, and I use all the above to slice their systems and lock down this whole society? And Finally, before they manage to break out, we go and infiltrate the enormous spike system and blow it up according to a bunch of stolen plans?”

“Sounds like a death wish when you put it like that,” you sigh, crossing your arms over your chest.

Leia chuckles nervously, squinting her eyes slightly, “uh, yes? Though we’ll have two teams. We’ll go to the retreat. Luke, (Y/n), and Benthic will go to the Spike.”

At the mention of your name, you listen back in and catch the very end of what she was saying, your shoulders tensing at the thought of being alone with Luke and Benthic. Han tries to conceal his humor, his shoulder jolting with laughter at the thought.

“Shut up,” you hiss, roughly jabbing your elbow in his side. He yelps lightly but doesn't drop his teasing smile.  

“I see no problem with the plan,” Benthic muses, standing at Meorti’s side, “do you have a problem, engineer?”

Her eyebrows furrow, but she doesn’t step away, “no, I guess. So how are we going to capture an ore duke?” She nods her head over her shoulder, “is it something to do with that speeder in the hold?”

Leia finally smiles, “It does. In fact, we need to be on our way if we want to make the drop on an Ore Duke. Han, Threepio, Tunga, you, and I will be going in the speeder while the rest of you stay back and wait for our signal on the jump to the spike.”

“I can’t just leave the Falcon!” Han whines, standing from the couch while positioning his hands on his hips. He may have been complaining, but he was following the others into the back of the ship towards the speeder. 

“I’ll take good care of her, Han!” You tease, laughing at the glare he tosses over his shoulder. Chewie walks to stand beside you, ruffling your hair to get your attention as the others begin the undocking process. 

“Yeah, yeah,” you hum, following Chewie back into the cockpit, taking a seat in Hans’ chair. It was in better condition than Chewie’s, but the leather was still cracking and worn, faded from the constant brush of his hands and clothes. 

“Are you fit to fly?” Benthic hums from the doorway, hands gripping his belt. You scoff, flicking switches and monitoring the statistics coming from the main drive. 

“I know a lot more than you think, Benthic.”

“I find a lack of enthusiasm in your tone, do you not want to participate in this mission?”

You turn your head, giving him a forced smile. Chewie does the same, your heads almost touching in the middle, “and I find your lack of minding your own business quite disturbing, Benthic. Why don’t you go and study the plans more, eh? “

Not hearing a reply, only the fading sounds of boots, you let your shoulders relax and turn your focus back onto the control panel, making sure the coms were on, and that the deflector shields were working properly. 

When you double-check everything was ready for the departure to the Spike, you lean back in Han’s chair and close your eyes. Chewie was growling and huffing under his breath, and you could slowly piece together some words. You were getting better, but still nowhere near Han when it came to understanding Chewie. 

“Chewie, can you make sure they don't break anything? Han will have my head if he finds so much as a dent,” you mumble, hearing him stand from his chair. He departs but makes sure to ruffle your hair. When you’re alone in the cock pit, you finally let your body slouch into the seat. Watching the large spike across the lava ocean, ash and pebbles hitting the windshield. 

The speeder left a little while ago, and now it was just a waiting game for when they would contact you about any updates. You just hoped they were safe, the last thing you needed was a bloody and bruised Han whining all day. 

“So this is where you’ve been hiding,” Luke muses. He gives a lopsided smile while sitting in Chewie's chair, and you almost jump out of your skin. 

“I don’t think I’d be of use out there, you’re better around others,” you reply, sitting back up. Clearing your throat, you try and look at anything but him. The radar was clear, and so was the surrounding perimeter. 

“That’s not true,” he chuckles, “you’re always saving deals with Han and I can barely haggle down the price of anything.”

You chuckle, remembering the flustered look Luke wore as he continued to try and haggle for the first time. Cheeks red and eyebrows furrowed in frustration. 

“Well,” you tilt your head, “smuggling is different than normal haggling, Blondie.”

  It was nice talking to Luke like this again, it was so easy to tease him. You let your eyebrows relax, and your shoulders relax while in his presence again. If you tried hard enough, you can ignore the thought of the Partisans and Chewie walking in. 

“I haven’t heard that in a while.”

“What, blondie?” 

“Yeah,” he hums, turning his head to smile softly, “I haven’t heard that since before Hubin.”

Just like that, he had to go and remind you of the worst two months you’ve had in a long time. You clear your throat, shift in your seat, and scoff. 

“I just haven’t found a reason to, yeah?” You don't look at him, but you can imagine the hurt look in his eyes. His head turns back to the control panel, and his lips thin as he nods. 

“We have a job to do, and I’d rather not talk about that.”

You thank the Maker when Chewie comes back in, he looks between you both before gesturing for Luke to move from his seat. He sits back down, glancing over the controls before leaning back and closing his eyes. 

It felt like the air had gotten thick and heavy after you and Luke spoke. Your throat hurt from thinking about the secluded planet you were trapped on. Sure, it brought Han and Leia together, but all it did for you and Luke was drive a stake in your tight-knit relationship. You refused to talk about it, scared of tears that might cloud your vision. What would Han think of you after you spill your guts about your feelings towards the Jedi? 

“Chewie?” Leia’s voice cracks over the intercom, “We’re heading to the abyssal rooms, we’ll get Trios’ data, and then get to the castle to slice. Ready?”

You knew that Luke would never leave the cockpit when Leia started talking, he leaned in between you and Chewie, blonde hair almost reaching his lashes. 

“We’re ready when you are.”

“Just make sure none of Benthic’s guys mess with the Flacon and- oh, just look after her,” Han insisted. 

“Don’t worry Han, nothing will happen to your baby,” you joke, smiling lightly. 

The com went silent after that, and you shifted in your seat at the lack of response on his end. Han is either really nervous, or really really nervous about leaving the Falcon with a bunch of Partisans in the main hold. 

When your shoulders finally started to relax, and your head resting against the seat with your eyes closed, you actually almost began to doze off. You blame it on Chewie, his presence is always the best on the Falcon when it comes to these kinds of missions. 

“Luke, (Y/n), we’ve got everything we need for the slice, are you ready to storm the Spike and set the explosives when we take control?” Leia’s voice chimed in over the com. You sit back up, groaning softly as you start up the Falcon once more. The engine rumbles under your feet, and you can hear the hissing of the vents and different systems. 

“Just launching now,” you grip the joystick, rolling your shoulders, “we’ll wait on your signal.”

“Benthic,” Luke stated, turning to look at the spying hunter, who was hunched against the doorway.

“Get the rest of the Partisans ready for deployment, we’ll be going in fast.”

Chuckling, you flip more switches, the Falcon beginning to ascend, “fast doesn't really do my flying justice.”

Chewie barks, the com making jerking noises until Han’s stern voice cuts in once more, “Just take good care of the Falcon. Don’t let any of those fanatics do something dumb with her-” Chewie has to interrupt him to stop him from saying anything else more incriminating with the Partisans, “What do you mean Benthic’s there? Now he’ll- Is he still there?” He didn’t wait for Chewie to respond, “Benthic! I was joking! Joking!”

You steer the Falcon away from the ledge, beginning to speed towards the Spike, “Relax you bantha! The biggest worry for the Falcon? You not getting the shields down in time.”

With the Falcon ready for acceleration, you make sure to settle your heart rate, they would get it done in time. They always do. Staring down the Spike, you can faintly see the glow of its shield, and internally, you note to get yourself a Port In a Storm when this is all over. 

Benthic and Luke sit in the seats behind yours, waiting for the signal. 

“(Y/n), we’ve done it. You can make your run.”

“Understood,” you jerk your head over your shoulder, keeping your eyes ahead, “you guys might wanna hold on.”

You can just imagine Luke’s confusion as you accelerate the Falcon, your body jerking back into your seat. Chewie barks and growls, but you only throw him a smile as the ship continues to gain in speed. 

“At last.” Benthic hums, unfazed, “I want to make it look just like Jedha.”

Laughing sarcastically, you narrow your eyes, “at least wait until we’re off the Spike, yeah? I have no plans on joining the afterlife.”

“Let’s see if Leia’s opened up access,” Luke interjects, leaning in-between you and Chewie. 

As the shield comes closer, you’re internally freaking out. Your palms are slick against the leather joystick, and your knees can’t stop from bouncing.

When you make contact with the light blue wall, it doesn't stop the Falcon, but opens to allow you through. The Spike is gigantic when you’re so close, and you wonder how long it’ll actually take you to rig it up with the explosives. Benthic and Luke both get up from their seats, leaving the cockpit in rushed footsteps as you set the Falcon down gently on one of the small docking bays that clung to the side of the Spike. 

Shutting down the Falcon, you stand from the seat and ensure your blaster is still holstered securely to your side, your few knifes still strapped to your calves and thigh. Chewie waited for you in the doorway, crossbow in hand. Nodding, you follow him out and onto the tarmac. Luke lead the group, saber hilt in hand as R2 followed him closely. The partisans followed Benthic, who was following you and Chewie.

Grumbling, Chewie jogs beside Luke, who chuckles once, “Yeah, its strange. We land on a hostel base, and we expect everything to be exploding and them charging us.”

“The other times they knew we were coming, did they not?” You interject, standing beside Luke as you approach the hanger door. Light purple lights boarder the metal, and Luke ignited his lightsaber, talking softly down at his droid. 

“This time we have control of everything. Artoo? When you’re ready.”

As R2 begins disarming the doors, you grab your blaster, checking the rounds and making sure it was working properly. You can feel Lukes’ eyes on you, and when you look at him, you try not to stare at the way the light blue glow of his saber made his eyes twinkle. 

He licks his lips, looking nervous, “I’m glad you’re here.”

“I’m glad I’m here too,” you smile, raising an eyebrow,” couldn’t let you boys have all the fun, right?”

R2 whistles, cutting Luke off from saying anything else, rolling away from the doors to let Chewie and Luke stand in front. The doors hiss open, and Chewie roars, already charging in at the unexpecting guards. Charging in, you rush to the nearest guard, smashing the hilt of your blaster into their neck, right between the plates of their armor. Her goes down with a yelp, and you shoot his leg to ensure he couldn’t follow. 

It wasn’t long before each guard was down, some groaning and others lying still. Luke stands by the closed inner door, R2 at his side.

“We’re finished here. Secure the prisoners and-”

Benthic doesn’t hesitate when he kills the remaining guards, standing tall over them as he shoots them.

“Benthic!” You shout, glaring at him. He doesn’t look at you, but continues surveying the small tunnel, “You asked the partisans to join you. Do not be surprised when they act like Partisans.”

“And besides, we cannot risk leaving anyone to our rear.”

“You-”

“Just don't push it,” Luke interjects, shaking his head lightly at you, “we have all the advantages here.”

Benthic finally turns around to look at the blonde, and when he does, Luke stands a little taller, “Only we can open doors, we make our way to each of the cores, blow them up and bring the Spike down,” he points to the doors R2 was disarming, “this way!”

Placing a hand on Benthic’s shoulder, Luke tilts his head slightly, “all we have to do is stick together.”

You want to stand next to Chewie, waiting for Luke to join your small group instead of talking to Benthic. 

Luke finally turn back when the doors slide open, standing in-between you and Chewie.

“Chewie, get back to the ship and keep contact with the princess,” he says, giving the Wookiee a soft smile when he begins whining. 

“You’re the only one Han really trusts, Chewie,” you pipe up, shrugging your shoulders. Luke smiles softly, waiting until Chewie walks out, albeit grumbling the whole way, to start walking. 

“You think Han doesn’t trust you?” He asks, glancing back at the Partisans. Shaking your head, you wave your hand, “last time I was left in charge of the Falcon alone, I ditched him on a planet for a few days before coming back with a new paint job.”

The hallway was short when coming up to the first core, the light sound of talking guards on the other side. Your blaster was heavy in your hand, but it was one you were familiar with when shifting it around. With your back pressed up against the wall, you wait for R2 to open the doors. Your blaster wasn’t set to stun, which made it somewhat better to aim for you. 

Benthic was at your side, Luke on the other side of the doorway. The partisan was going over his daggers and blasters, mechanical breathing making your shoulders tense. 

When the doors open, you crouch when rushing into the room. It took a moment for the guards to notice your group, but when they did, shouting commands spread quickly while blaster bolts began raining your way. You throw yourself up against one of the storage tanks, peeking around and taking shots when you can. Once or twice, a bolt whizzed right past your head, almost burning off your hair. 

“Be careful!” Luke shouts, running past you to make his way towards Benthic, who was reloading his blaster. 

“Says you!”

Finally making it to Benthic, breathing heavily as you look between the two, you groan at the glint in the blondes eye. 

“You’re going to rush them, aren’t you?”

“We were waiting for your assistance of cover,” Benthic responds, looking over his shoulder. 

“Ready?”

Luke breathes a chuckle, rolling his shoulders, “not really, Benthic. But that never seems to matter.”

Lending cover fire was easier with a Partisan at your side, he was a great shot, not missing any of his targets as he shoots down the guards closest to Luke. 

Luke, always one to accidentally show off, was spinning his ignited lightsaber as he shot down a guard, jumping over the control panel, and then the last one went down, and it was silent.

“If this is how its going to be for every room, I regret not going with Chewie,” you grumble, holstering your blaster and standing beside R2, who had rolled in casually when there was no more blaster fire.

“Room clear. Set it to explode, Artoo.”

The others were already leaving the room to head to the other core, but you stayed back with Luke and R2.

Whistling, R2 hooks up to the core, his head spinning back and forth. 

Luke scoffs, leaning his weight onto one foot, “that’s right, now! Let’s go!”

When R2 was finished, you all had to run out before you were blown up with the core. Then came the others, with four cores down, you only had one more before the mission from your end was completed. 

“Okay,” Luke said breathlessly, running beside you, “that’s four down, one more to go and we can get back to the Falcon.”

He shifts his head to look at R2, “still no contact?” whistling and beeping in return. 

“They might have their hands full, Luke. Give them time.”

“I wouldn’t expect any,” Benthic chimes, “We’re just too deep. We’re on our own.”

His other men were paused in the final doorway, eyes flickering from you, to Luke, to Benthic. One man lowered his gaze when you narrowed your eyes, and a thick feeling began to bubble in your chest. 

“Then let’s make this quick and get back!”

Much like the other rooms, the guards weren’t aware of your presence, being overtaken in little to no time. Just to be sure, you kicked away their blasters, tapping their helmets with the tip of your shoe while wincing.

“Room secure!” You call back, hearing R2 chime before entering the room. Turning, you go to the doorway, ready to make your escape back to the safety of the Falcon. Benthic stood by the main control panel, his rifle still in hand. 

“Last charge to set, then out.” Luke pointed over his shoulder, “Artoo? Get to work.”

“And i thought Han was mean to droids,” you lean against the doorway, tilting your head at the blonde who only shrugs his shoulders. 

“If you could understand him, you would be a little mean too.”

“I’m good, gives me a reason to not listen too much.”

You can see the beginning of a smile, but it falls when the core begins to brighten. The once quiet humming grew louder, the machine seeming to work overtime.

“Benthic? We’re supposed to blow it up,” you holler, pushing away from the door frame. Luke fully turns, his hand gripping his blaster as he strides towards the group, “what are you doing?”

“It is none of your concern.”

Luke scoffs, “It is. Artoo, stop. No more.”

“You have fought alongside the Partisans. You know what we are.”

You can see the other’s stepping closer to Benthic, and it makes you step closer to Luke. Tensions were rising, and you were cautious when taking a breath.

“We do not hurt our enemies when we can kill them. If we do this, we won’t just hurt the Imperial bookkeepers’ ledgers. We can tear this world apart. We can make it Jedha’s twin.” His laugh is mechanical, “Just, is it not?”

“No. it’s not just. Its not fair.”

Benthic sighs, raising a finger, “we disagree.”

The other Partisans raise their blasters, some pointed at you, others at Luke. You knew that you couldn’t go against them, so you raised your hands, mirroring Luke. 

“I see,” he tsk’s. Face relaxed as he raises his hands in surrender. He glances at you, eyes soft, before looking down at R2. 

“Artoo. I guess we have no other choice, right?”

You almost laugh, you’ve had enough of these two. He was beginning to sound like Han, always having a trick up his sleeve to get out of a tight spot. 

With a trill, R2 opens six canisters and begins dispensing thick white smoke. It spreads immediately, and Luke grabs your hand while diving out of the line of fire. He doesn’t let go of your hand when you’re racing down the halls, dodging blaster fire with R2 on your trail. 

“They’ve gone crazy,” you say, ducking your head when a bullet flies over your head. Luke huffs, turning sharply down a different hallway. 

“You’re telling me?!”

“I knew this was a bad idea! Nobody listens to me!”

“Now’s not the time for this!” Luke frowns, “there has to be a way to stop them.”

“If they’re on such a schedule, why don't we give them every second we can.”

“Good idea,” Luke breathes, smirking lightly as he holsters his blaster and unsheathes his saber, igniting the blue blade. When you get through one of the blast doors, he all but throws you in while slicing the control panel, the large doors closing with a crash behind you. 

“This will slow them down.”

“For now,” you grumble, trying to catch your breath. “I didn’t come here to fight Rebels, Artoo, but we only came here to destroy this machine, not the whole planet!” He looks down at his droid, saber clutched in his hand while he runs a hand through his hair, “but if we keep you out of Benthic’s hands, they can’t blow up the whole world.”

The metal door jolts, multiple pairs of feet underneath. “Well, slow down isn’t stop.”

Luke steps towards you, grabbing your hand to drag you closer to R2, “you two hide, I’ll lead them away-”

“What? Hide? Are you crazy?”

“You have to stay safe!”

“And so do you! Artoo can hide, I’m coming with you.”

R2 whistles as he rolls into a small opening within the wall, and the door begins rising with a groan. Luke glares, grumbling under his breath, but doesn’t stop you from following after him as he runs down the hallway. 

“After them!”

You took not one, but two turns before you came to a dead end. The partisans were on your tail, and there was no where else for you to go. Turning, you aim your blaster, but that wouldn’t last the long. And Luke had his saber, but you were heavily out numbered. 

“No way through,” Luke grumbled, stepping closer. 

“So, it will be this. Slicing down fellow Rebels in a fight you can’t win? What are you, Luke?”

“What are you, Benthic? Capturing us doesn’t make a difference anyway, you need Artoo.”

“Bring them.”

The core was no longer overheating, back to its original color now that R2 wasn’t controlling it. The room still had the fallen guards, weapons still kicked away. The barrel of a blaster was digging into your back, and you tried not to turn around and snatch the blaster away. 

“Broadcast me.”

Benthic steps off to the side, resting his hands on his hips. You’re forced towards the core, standing beside Luke.

“Yes, Benthic, channel open.”

“Droid! You can hear this. You come here, or we kill your master.”

“He’s not going to listen to you,” you comment, Benthic only moves his head slightly in your direction. 

“He’s a stubborn little thing, doesn’t listen at all-”

There he was., the little droid, stubborn R2-D2 unit that made your life a living hell when accompanied by Threepio. He was rolling into the room, quickly, on his own mission to save Luke. 

“Seems you’re wrong, smuggler. Overload the system, droid.”

Luke is just as surprised as you, “No! My life doesn’t matter compared to this! I order you-” but he’s already rolling past, not even acknowledging him. Luke walking along side him, but gets stopped by a Partisan. This time, he sounds desperate, “please, Artoo- you don’t have to do this, you-”

R2 hooks back up to the core, the machine beginning to overheat slowly. 

“Benthic! Stop! You’re going to kill everyone on this planet!”

Luke was right. If the core was overheated, it would drive the planet down the middle. Effectively destroying anything and everyone on its surface. 

“Yes. Including us. Anything to ensure this Hellish planet dies.”

“You’re insane!” You yell, ready to charge at him, but another grabs your arm. You try to push back, but you feel the barrel digging into your back again. 

“Set perimeter, they’ll come now. We must be willing to defend the dream. And tie those two up. They’re proving a distraction.”

The barrel is removed from your back, and you refrain from struggling too much as they wrap a cord around your wrists and elbows, connecting that to your waist so there was no way to move your arms. 

As the core continued overheating, it began lighting up with electricity. Large bolts crawled up the side as the core ran to its limit. Stormtroopers began to flood into the room, and for once you were hoping they would be able to aim and take down the Partisans. Maybe they would set you free in time to escape the meltdown. But it was unlikely. 

“I’d never thought I’d be hoping stormtroopers would beat the rebels,” Luke says softly, watching the onslaught from beside you. Chuckling, you let your head fall back against the control panel, “I never thought I would die next to a stubborn droid and a blonde Jedi-in-training.”

“We’re not going to die here.”

“Face the facts Luke, Benthic isn’t going to crack under our pressure, he barely trusts you, let alone a smuggler like me.”

For once, you were envious of Luke’s determination at making it out of dire situations.

“Just let me think-”

“At least you got to kiss a pretty lady before you die, I never got that-”

“Stop talking like that!” he hisses, narrowing his eyes. With pink cheeks, he shakes his head, “I’m not going to let either of us die here.”

“If you say so, blondie.”

“Benthic! You can’t do this-”

Towering over the pair of you, Benthic watches the core struggle to keep going, “Nothing can stop us now.”

“Benthic!” you hear from the entrance, “What are you-”

You almost smile when you see Leia and Han, but they’re rained on with blaster fire, disappearing around the door. There's a brief pause, Benthic waiting patiently until Leia reappears, her arms raised high in surrender. 

“Benthic, please- just listen to me.”

She inches forwards, the Partisans all aiming their blasters at her and she walks closer to Benthic, who meets her somewhat in the middle. 

“Princess,” his voice is almost cocky, “this is logical. Alderaan and Jedha, sisters in pain, the Shu-Torun are all complicit. Their death will warn others what will happen to them is they follow the Empires path.”

Leia lowers her hands, eyebrow knit tightly together, “I’ve heard that plan before. Planetary annihilation to keep dissenters in line, Tarkin and his Death Star.”

“The dream of overthrowing them. They’ve taken everything from us.”

By now they were standing close, talking like two friends debating which cantina is better. 

“They haven’t. If you do this,” she gestures to the core, “then they take everything. If you do this, even if we win, they win. Because they’re them. Yes, Shu-Torun dies if you do this- but your dream dies too.”

The others seemed to freeze, the only sound filtering around was the buzzing of the core, and the snapping of lightning from the excess power. 

“Return to the Princess’ plan, release the prisoners,” Benthic said sternly, his voice barely heard from where you and Luke were sitting, “let us leave this place of errors behind.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, you let the Partisans untie you before helping them untie Luke, pulling him from the ground and rushing out of the room. Han grabbed your hand, glaring at you as he led the group, “I can’t leave you alone at all, can I?”

“Clearly not, everything goes wrong without you.”

You dont throw yourself in Chewie’s arms when you see him, he was waiting in the cockpit for everyone to return, the Falcon already ready for take-off. 

Han all but throws himself into his seat, Luke and Leia taking their’s behind the two. You wee left to stand, but you didn’t mind. You liked to be inbetween Han and Chewie, gripping onto the backs of their chairs, you bend down onto one knee. The cockpit door slid shut, Threepio talking to R2 as the Falcon quickly starts to ascend. 

“Where’s Tunga?” You ask, looking around for the small green shapechanger that you’ve grown fond of. Han shakes his head, telling you what you needed to know. You just hope he went out in a blaze of glory, he was dramatic like that, he would want everyone to remember him.

You dont know when the Empire arried, but there was already multiple Tie’s after you, shooting down from above.

The radar began beeping erratically, and when you bend down to read it, you whistle. Han shifts his gaze to look as well, and he scoffs lightly. 

“So they’ve got an orbital blockade and a sky full of ties, and we’ve got no chance of blasting our way out. Two options for you, Princess.”

You groan, already hating where this was going. 

“Do we surrender, or do I try something extreme?”

“No surrender!” Luke interjects, leaning over the arm of his chair to see out the front, Leia nodding lightly, “and they’d kill us anyways.”

Smirking, Han grips onto the joystick, “Well, if you put it like that-”

“Han, please,” you plead, gripping onto the seats like that was going to help you. Han was reckless when given the option. 

He pulls on the joystick, the Falcon spinning up and around the Ties, the force makes you yelp, the force pushing you back. Luke and Leia both grab your arms to stop you from flying into the cockpit door, stifling their laughter at your constant cursing. 

“Han?” Leia calls, almost falling out of her seat to hold onto you, “where are we going?”

“Han! I’m going to kill you!” You yell. The Falcon heading straight back towards the collapsing Spike.

“You’re flying us into the remains of the Spike?!”

Han shrugs, furrowing his eyebrows, “you got it. It went right through Shu-Torun, that tunnel is still collapsing. Maybe we can make it to the other side. Maybe.”

While flying into the Spike, he levels out the Falcon, allowing you to sit on the floor without fear of lying into the wall. The Tie’s find nothing wrong with this, following right after the Falcon. Out the front, you can see the fiery inside of the planet, which was collapsing quickly. Multiple small lights on the control panel began to blink, a high pitched alarm sounding.

“Keep the shields up!’ Han calls.

“I am!” Meorti’s voice is stern when sounding through the com, her breathing heavy as the alarms sounded around her as well, “But shields aren’t meant to hold against the temperature of a planet core! We’ve got seconds!”

Pushing yourself up from the floor, you kneel in-between the two pilots and scan the radar, the Tie’s were exploding from the temperature, but not before trying to shoot you down.

“How long do we have? Can we make it?” You ask, looking at Han. 

“I already told you,” he hisses, the exit coming closer, “Maybe!” 

Right as you fly out, the entire Spike collapses, an explosion of fire and lava following you out into space. You can finally breathe a sigh of relief, sinking down onto the floor as Han jumps into hyperspace. Leia and Luke both cheer, leaning over the small space to hug each other.

“I’m never doing anything with you guys again.”

“So, same time next rotation?” Han jokes, standing from his seat and stretching. 

“Great flying, Han. that was incredible.”

From the back of the cockpit, you can hear R2 and Threepio, “Really, Artoo? I never thought you’d be a mystic.”

Luke turns in his seat, raising an eyebrow, “what did he say? He made the same noises earlier. 

“‘Trust the Force’, master Luke. ‘Trust the Force’”

Back in the main hold, Benthic waited with the other Partisans, still holding their weapons. 

“What do we do with this ship full of traitors?” Luke asks, tilting his head while crossing his arms. 

“Be careful, boy,” Benthic hisses, “We still outnumber you.”

“We drop them off. Benthic and his troops go back to their fight, whatever that means now, and we all learn from this,” Leia answers, stepping closer to Han, who raises his eyebrow, “where you going? Back to Jedha?”

Benthic looks down, shaking his head lightly, “Not Jedha. Somewhere else, something else for the Partisans.”

This leads you to stop by Salobea, a forested planet covered in thick fog and disgusting humidity that made your tunic stick to your body right as you stepped off the Falcon to say your final goodbyes. Luke stood by your side while Leia and Han talked to Benthic, the blonde shifting his weight on his feet before finally turning to you.

“Did you mean it? What you say when we were tied up?”

You raise an eyebrow, “what? That you got to kiss a pretty girl? And I didn't?”

“Yeah,” he murmurs, scratching his head as he looks back to the others. 

“I did, Tula was a keeper, and you seemed happy with her,” you can feel your chest squeeze, your stomach turning.

“Well,” Luke hums, keeping his voice down as Leia begins her walk back to the Falcon, Han on her trail, “I would’ve rather been with someone else.”

Freezing, you turn to look at him, but he’s already smiling at Leia. 

You should’ve known, the signs were all there and still, you were naïve. 

Piling back into the Falcon, you sit in your usual seat in the cockpit and close your eyes, trying to find rest while you made your way bank to Home One, then you can finally get your hands on a drink. 

“She’s so beautiful. I never thought I’d see her again,” Meorti sighs, standing between you and Leia as the Falcon begins docking. 

“Do you didn’t get a taste for being out there?” Luke asks, placing a hand onto her shoulder. 

She scoffs, shaking her head, “No! Give me a reactor about to go critical any day. I can handle being in a nice big ship being shot at, but don't shoot me directly! And I keep on thinking, poor Tunga!”

When the Falcon docks, you all stride off and greet the docking crew, who begin refueling and checking the Falcon for anything major, and Han shoo’s them away. 

“Don’t worry master Meorti. I’m sure he’s in a better place,” Threepio comforts, but she's already striding away, “that makes two of us. It’s been interesting-” she’s out of ear shot before she finishes talking. You stretch your arms, leaning against the Falcons landing ramp pistons, groaning. 

“Thanks again for the repairs!” Threepio calls, “they were splendid! They- oh. She’s gone.”

R2 trills, Threepio turning back to nod down at him, “yes, Artoo, she is walking very fast.”

Placing his hands on his hips, Han walks closer to Leia, “so, princess. What next for your people?”

“Mon Mothma has requested us fro a job. A little recon.”

Groaning, you push away from the landing gear and furrow your eyebrows, looking over her shoulder at the tablet she was holding, different requests and data blinking on the screen. 

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Jan Dodonna was always planning for the future,” she says, smiling at you, “he had preliminary scans for possible new rebel bases.”

“Gimme a look at that,” Han grumbled, snatching the tablet from her, and scrolling down the list.

“Atanu, Jabone IV, Lonania Prime, Hoth, Mupin XII?” He scoffs, handing the tablet back to her, “Mupin XII? Really? Did he make that one up? What are these places?”

Luke smirks, throwing an arm around Leia’s shoulder, “one of them? It’s our new home.”

“Can I at least get something to drink first?” you say, rubbing your eyes as han throws an arm around your shoulder, shaking you lightly.

“Where we’re going to be going, you won't need a drink!”

“With you guys? I always need a drink.”

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“You are doing so good, Luke” 

“T–Thank you, Miss.” He responds, keeping his uniform shirt raised so you can continue stroking his cock. Your hand moves slowly, rubbing every inch and creating a lewd, wet noise. His hips buckle, darting his eyes to the classroom door just in case. There’s a creepy thrill in doing something so prohibited inside your classroom, inside the school’s perimeter— knowing well it could cost him his scholarship and your work.

You snap your fingers in front of his face bringing his attention back to you. “Eyes over here, pretty boy. You wanted this, remember?” Correct. When you stopped him before he left the room, you made sure he closed the door behind him, ready to congratulate him for being top of the class, again. “My star student wanted his cock stroked by his favorite teacher.”

Luke whines, biting his lip and resting his lower back against your desk. He asked for this, he really did. His blue eyes stay glued to the way your soft hand rubs him, up and down, up and down— how your manicured fingernails painted a bright red look like claws ready to squeeze him for dear life. If he’s lucky, he might be able to come down your throat.

“Such a good student. My rising star, aren't you?” Your voice is a sweet curse that keeps dragging to a web of desire. Every single aspect of this relationship is wrong, illegal even if we take into account the school’s guidelines. “Always sitting in the front row, raising your hand, participating over and over… aren’t you a delight? I bet the rest of your professors love you.”

He shakes his head. No one loves him like you do.

“Oh, really?” The smile on your plump, pink lips is nothing more than wicked and tantalizing. “Well, then I can have you all for myself. My smart, pretty boy with a wonderful cock…”

The tip of your tongue makes contact with the leaky head, urging a moan from Luke’s throat. You hush him, reminding him of your surroundings. «We can’t be caught, can we?» is what you always say. 

“You know…” You murmur, lifting your gaze so you can admire the hazy cloud of lust that covers his eyes. He is so, so beautiful, and every time you call him «pretty boy» you are not lying. With his blonde, silky hair, a rain of freckles that adorn his tanned skin, and those eyes— oh my goodness, those eyes. “I was in high school with your father— and I have to say, your dick is way better than his.”

The filthy confession should disgust him, but instead the praise, as humiliating as it is, makes him choke a moan and come over your face, giving you no warning and little time to open your mouth to catch as much as possible. 

The same wicked smirk remains on your face, licking the remains of cum off his sensitive length. Reaching for the cardigan on top of your desk, you wipe his sticky load off your face, careful not to ruin your makeup.

“I hope you get an even better grade next week.”

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hii! could i request a luke skywalker and reader (if you write for him) where they "rescue" grogu together and one of the dark troopers hurt her and he heals her and dotes over her?? just really cute? maybe she falls asleep on him and he carries her to her bed and she asks him to stay, they wake up cuddling and maybe a confession too??? totally fine if you dont write forhim but thanks!!!

counting on you | luke skywalker

pairing: luke x jedi!reader

word count: 2,5k

summary: where luke and y/n rescue grogu, but y/n gets hurt

a/n: i hope it's alright that i changed it up a bit, i went with the flow~ and thank you for always providing me with star wars requests <33

warnings: angst, violence, mentions of blood, mentions of injuries, force healing

universe: star wars

A spooky stillness reigns on the giant light cruiser, even the dark troopers pause for a moment. Even though you sneak around, the droids’ sensors pick up your presence with ease. The silence vanishes just as quickly as it appeared as the troopers line up their blasters and start firing at you.

Your years of training have specialized you for these kinds of moments, which is why it is not difficult for you to take out the droids one by one with a targeted and well-considered movement of your glowing blade. You decapitate one of them, the heavy head banging on the hard floor, while another one sneaks up on you from behind. As a result of its actions, a green lightsaber is rammed through its upper body from behind in the next second. The red light behind the lifeless eyes extinguishes and the droid collapses, smoke emanating from the inside.

Quickly, you raise your own lightsaber in front of your body, allowing you to deflect the blaster fire from the dark troopers who have not yet fallen. Again and again, you block their attacks and direct the dangerous projectiles in the other direction. Shortly, you catch a glimpse of one of the surveillance cameras mounted in the upper corner of the ceiling before it is destroyed by a deflected shot.

You know you are being watched.

Together and as a team, it does not take long until you have fought your way through the entire cruiser, through almost all enemy troops, and are now close to your final destination. The Force that called you here is incredibly strong, even stronger than you expected. And you can clearly feel it.

“Y/N!”, your name echoes through the battle as you pound one of the troopers against the wall with a flying ammo box, crushing it motionless. “This way.”

Disposing of your last opponent by severing its mechanical arms and legs, you extinguish your lightsaber blade and follow Luke into an elevator, adjusting the hood of your cloak that has slightly slipped during combat. You stand closely next to him, breathing heavily and trying to control your breathing, while the fight did not bother Luke at all. Which is pretty unfair considering how many dark troopers he took out on his own.

“Did you count?”, is the only thing Luke asks you, his gaze fixed ahead, his hand on the hilt of his lightsaber. Nodding, you answer his question, and a small smile pulls at the corner of your lips. You can’t fully reply, however, when the elevator abruptly stops on the selected floor and the doors hiss open.

As if in slow motion, Luke steps out first, the green blade already lit again, and faces the crowd of dark troopers who have just been waiting for the both of you. Immediately, Luke deflects and dodges each trooper’s blaster shots, severing the first of them in two. Startled, you take a step back all of a sudden, not knowing exactly what made you do it, the adrenaline dulling all your senses.

Moving quickly, closely behind Luke, you also take out a dark trooper who has gotten a little to close for your liking. You use the Force to pull one of them towards you, but do not manage to pull him as close as you originally intended, which surprises you once again. Luke does not realize, however, as he swipes his green lightsaber across the trooper from top to the bottom. The next one he pushes backwards with a boost of the Force.

Thrilled and exhausted, you watch as he effectively crushes the very last enemy with the Force in a matter of seconds with a tiny flick of his hand, an action that only makes you realize just how powerful Luke really is.

You still have a lot to learn.

Now, you stand alone in front of the locked blast door that protects those you came here for. A deep indentation in the door indicates that you got here just in time.

As you stagger, preparing to open the thick door with your lightsaber, it already hisses to the side on its own, opening up a view of the bridge. The sliding doors reveal, even though blurry, a group of the most diverse inhabitants of the galaxy: bounty hunters, Mandalorians, Imperials, and…

“Are you Jedi?”, the Mandalorian in shining silver armor asks after you have removed your hoods and revealed your faces upon entering.

“We are”, Luke replies calmly, his eyes shifting to the left toward the small green figure hiding behind the back of a chair. You watch as Luke reaches out to the Force-sensitive child and asks him to come along. His words ring in your head from afar, as if he weren’t standing right next to you.

You can tell from the Mandalorian’s movement that they are still talking, but their conversation is drowned out by a loud and uncomfortable beeping in your ear. When a sudden rush of pain shoots through you all of a sudden, you wince and take another step back, as if something invisible hit you out of nowhere.

Instinctively, your hand grabs your side and when it comes into contact with your skin you can’t help but cry out in pain. The moment you look down at yourself and there is dark blood all over your hand, your blood, the realization hits you roughly.

You weren’t hit by something invisible. Unnoticedly, you were hit by a blaster shot, one that neither Luke nor you were able to deflect after stepping out of the elevator. This also explains why you staggered all of a sudden, why you were suddenly unconcentrated and could no longer properly recognize the figures in front of you, why you are now on the fastest way to the hard, cold ground.

If it weren’t for Luke, who catches you in one swift movement and slowly slides you to the ground, his hands tightly wrapped around your body, you would have hit your head. You do not want to seem weak, especially not in front of him, which is probably why you have been subconsciously suppressing the pain all along. However, you are wounded more severely than you thought, at least judging by the expression on Luke’s face after he took a closer look at your bleeding wound.

Perplexed and no longer able to fully comprehend what is happening around you, your vision only gets clear for short intervals. At first, you recognize several silhouettes looking at you, including the tiny green creature, while the next moment you hear R2-D2’s worried squeak. Then you are blinded by a bright light before feeling severe pain that suddenly vanishes again and then, out of nowhere, an X-Wing appears in front of you. Before you know it, you are in the endless vastness of space and then you slip into pure darkness.

When you can open your eyes properly for the first time after what feels like hours of being unconscious, even though your head is still constantly buzzing, it takes you a moment to find your way back to the here and now. A brown wall made of some kind of fabric reveals in front of you and you realize that you are lying on a makeshift bamboo bed, your jedi robe on top of you, turned into a blanket. Outside of what appears to be a tent you hear the soft cracking of a fire that casts eerie shadows on the tent wall. Unable to hear any other sounds, you quickly want to get up and search for Luke as the fear coursing through you due to his absence is quickly replaced by pain.

Groaning, you touch the familiar spot, where you were hit by blaster fire not too long ago, with your hand. Now, there is a large bacta patch attached to your skin, covering and protecting the wound. Slowly but surely acquainting yourself with your new immobility, you crawl to the entrance of the makeshift tent and pull the fabric that works as a door aside.

The light of the flames blinds you for a brief moment, but at the same time greets you with a pleasant warmth immediately.

“Y/N! You are awake”, Luke says, visibly glad as he quickly gets up from his cross-legged position next to the fire and rushes to you, dropping to the ground next to you while putting a safe arm around your shoulders. His other hand he places on your cheek and his eyes search your face for cluses as to how you are doing.

“I- Where are we?”, you ask in amazement, not being able to clearly see where you are even when you take a look at your surroundings. All you can recognize is that you are hidden in some forest in the galaxy. Your train of thought is interrupted, however, when a childlike cooing sounds next to you. You are shocked to find that the little green creature has come along this journey with you.

“May I introduce you, this is Grogu”, Luke introduces the two of you, and Grogu coos at the mention of his name, ears pricked. “Grogu, this is Y/N.”

Grogu’s little green hand touches your leg, seemingly his own way of greeting you, causing you to briefly giggle. You have to stop yourself, however, as the excruciating pain washes over you once more.

“I don’t know how it happened! I deflected all the shots, but this one must have escaped me and got you straight”, Luke chatters away, the guilt clearly written on his face. “The medical bay on this damn cruiser had hardly any equipment, so I could only put a bacta patch on the wound. I hope-”

“Luke”, you interrupt him gently, putting your hand on the side of his face now in order to force him to look directly at you. “It’s fine, I’m fine. It only hurts a little when I move. Or breathe.”

Luke immediately takes a breath in, ready to interject once more, presumably to tell you to lie down, but this time he remains silent as you pull his face towards you and bring your lips together in a gentle kiss. You don’t know what exactly made you do it, maybe it is the adrenaline that is still rushing through your veins, or it just felt right in that exact moment, here and now. Whatever it was, here you are, kissing Luke Skywalker and he seems to agree, actually deepening the kiss while leaning his torso more over your body, running his hand down the sides of your body, the side that is not injured. Wait a minute..

With a sudden jerk you promptly move away from Luke and look down at yourself, startled, examining the bacta patch that is still in place. However, the painful tug you felt when moving suddenly disappeared. Puzzled and not quite understanding what happened, Luke also looks at your wound, immediately grabbing your hand when you start to remove the patch, trying to prevent you from doing so.

“Y/N-”

“Wait, wait. It.. doesn’t hurt anymore”, you brush him off and he lets you remove the patch. Together you draw in a sharp breath at the same time as the bacta patch reveals your shining skin, no traces of a wound left. As if it never even existed.  

“What..”, both of you start, when Grogu, who has settled down right next to you in the meantime, answers with a coo, stretching out one of his tiny hands. At that exact moment the realization what this little guy apparently tries to tell you dawns upon you, and apparently also on Luke.

“No, no. That is absolutely impossible”, Luke immediately denies what you are both trying to comprehend at that moment, examining his own hands closely with wide eyes. He tries to understand that he healed you and did it with nothing but the Force itself.

“The sacred jedi texts say that-”

“Of course I just magically healed you with the Force and he tells me it’s what he always does”, Luke murmurs softly under his breath, causing you to look at him, placing Grogu on your lap while your heartbeat picks up again when you lock eyes with Luke. Questioningly, you stare at him, although you know exactly what he means. “I suppose now I will never have the courage to-”

“This is incredible!”, you yelp with delight, taking Grogu by surprise as the next moment he is stumbling backwards, R2 next to him beeping at you reproachfully as the protective brother he is. Happy and completely pain-free, you grab the little one and hold him in your arms so that he examines you with his huge eyes. Even though you know he can’t answer you or you wouldn’t understand since you don’t know how Luke is able to communicate with him, you smile at the little creature that reminds you of an old master while Luke still has to process the situation.

Which is more than fine with you, because that way he will not notice how fast your heart is beating after you have just kissed him out of nowhere.

“Courage for what?”, you interrupt him now, actually curious, but still a bit shy and reserved. The hope that he is triggering inside of you scares you. You weren’t even this scared when facing the dark troopers as you are in this moment. And Luke feels exactly the same.

“I- Well-”, Luke begins, but when he finds himself at a loss for the right words, he is the one leaning in and joining your lips in a soft kiss that you did not see coming at all. He gently moves his lips against yours and if you did not know better, you feel him smile against you every now and then.

Only when he breaks the kiss do you dare to take a deep breath in, although his face is still incredibly close in front of yours. His beautiful shining eyes light up at the sight of you, saying so much more than words ever could. Never again can you imagine living without that feeling inside of you, that mutual feeling of being loved feels so intoxicating.

R2-D2, who is currently talking to the child, does not seem to be bothered by the renewed awkward silence between the two of you. Rather, he takes this as an opportunity to beep even louder and tell one of his great stories.

“I-”, you try to start another conversation with Luke, who is still looking at you with so much affection that you could melt right there and then. Pulling yourself together, however, you slowly continue, emphasizing every single word: “By the way, I have eliminated fifteen dark troopers.”

There is a brief silence, and it almost looks as if Luke has stopped breathing for a second. But then he snorts loudly, and his beautiful laugh rings out to you. You can’t help but join his laughter until he abruptly stops and looks at you with all seriousness, his hand on your cheek and his thumb caressing your bottom lip.

“I got twenty-five.”

[starryevermore]

i'm not sure if this is right but can i request a fluffy (platonic) 20 and 28 with luke skywalker and a child (fem) reader? reading the instructions was a bit confusing for me so let me know if this is wrong-

- kaiya 🦭

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request: i'm not sure if this is right but can i request a fluffy (platonic) 20 and 28 with luke skywalker and a child (fem) reader? reading the instructions was a bit confusing for me so let me know if this is wrong- kaiya 🦭 - @quinns-wndrlnd

prompt 20: “that’s very thoughtful of you."

prompt 28: “did you miss me?”

pairing: luke skywalker x fem!reader (platonic)

word count: 427

warnings?: platonic fluff, not proofread

You were Luke’s second student. After Grogu had returned to the Mandalorian, Luke had a brief moment of doubt about training the new generation of Jedi. If he couldn’t retain his very first student, how could he be expected to run a Jedi academy? The doubt didn’t remain long, though. He had a responsibility to the future generations, and he would see it through. Then he found you. 

It was through training you that he understood why Jedi considered each other family. Though he was still young himself, he almost felt like a father to you (or, perhaps, an older brother who acts in the place of a father). Which was why, when he had to leave the academy to search for other Force-sensitive children, he felt bad about leaving you behind. 

Of course, that feeling always went away when he returned. 

“Did you miss me?” you asked when he walked up to the space you were meditating in, your eyes still shut. 

“Shouldn’t you be focusing?”

“I’m focusing on your answer. Which I hope is a resounding ‘yes! I missed you! now that I’m back, we can start building a droid like I promised I would!’,” you said. You opened one eye, adding, “After all, you wouldn’t want to disappoint your only student, would you?”

Luke raised a brow. “I don’t think I agreed to building a droid with you just yet.”

“But Artoo needs a friend,” you said, opening your other eye, staring up at him. 

“Artoo?”

“Yeah, you know, R2-D2…Artoo.” 

Luke shook his head, holding back a laugh. “I knew who you were referring to. I don’t understand the needing a friend part. Aren’t we his friends, after all?”

“He needs a droid friend,” you corrected. “I think he secretly misses Threepio. I thought that making a new droid for him to talk to might make him feel a little better.”

Luke smiled. “That’s very thoughtful of you. After we finish training today, we can get started, okay?”

“Great! Hey, I was thinking making this droid purple. And ooh, how about—”

“Hold on, hold on, you still have meditation you need to finish.”

You pouted. “Fine. Just crush a girl’s happiness, why don’t you?”

“…Or we can get started now and you train twice as hard tomorrow.”

“Deal!” you shouted, jumping up. “I’ve already drawn up some plans, let me go them!”

As you ran off, Luke shook his head. Nothing would have ever prepared him for this part of being a Jedi Master, but it was, perhaps, his favorite part. 

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Choice - Part 12

Summary: Din offers another perspective

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

So this is the final chapter. It might not be what some of you were hoping for, and it might be a little disappointing but I do hope you enjoyed the journey that started from an anon request.

This has been a lot of fun to write, so a special thank you to the anon who waited so patiently for their request to be fulfilled and for giving me such an awesome idea.

Love oo

Warning: Reflection, space, angst, fluff, decisions, decisions, decisions, I think that's it. If I miss any please let me know.

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“I love you. I always have. Walking away from you was the stupidest mistake I’ve ever made. You were right, we can train the future Jedi together. We can teach them side-by-side, like you suggested all those years ago.”

“Are you asking me to leave with you?”

“If I did, would you say yes?”

You sat at the foot of the bed, your knees pressed against your chest as your arms wrapped around your  legs. 

The conversation you had with Luke replaying over and over in your head. Despite all he said, despite everything you wanted to hear and did, you couldn’t give him an answer at that moment. You needed time to think, time to figure out what you wanted. You told him as much, and asked him to leave, for now. He understood, he didn’t want to pressure you, didn’t want to make you feel it was an all or nothing deal. He even said, if you wanted to simply train with him, he’d understand. He’d give you the time you need and be back in a week or two, there was something he needed to take care of. 

You stood on the fields of Nevarro for what felt like eons, trying to understand and comprehend what exactly happened. You wondered if maybe you had dreamed the entire conversation. 

However, when you came back Din tried to get you to talk, asking you what Luke wanted; but that’s when everything became real, having Din ask you made everything real, and you just weren’t ready to face it. Not yet. 

Din held back from asking further, yet it had already been six days since Luke left, and the silence was killing him. Din had done everything possible to keep his mind busy. He’d done a few jobs for Garga , he focused on training Grogu, he even picked up a bounty job which lasted him all of three hours. He’d cleaned every nook and cranny of his home, gardened, he had literally run out of jobs, and all that was left was for him to sit and stare at your bedroom door, while his knee bounced up and down as a hundred different scenarios ran through his head as to what exactly Luke wanted. Six days and his patience had run out, he’d given you your space, but something told him time wasn’t on his side. He headed to your bedroom.

He stood in front of you door for a minute, calming down his racing heart. He needed to be okay with whatever you told him, he took in one more deep breath before he knocked and entered your room.

However, he was a little startled to see you sitting on the floor, you looked more like a lost child, afraid of the future and what was going to happen, than the warrior he’d known you to be. 

It broke his heart to see you so unsure. 

He took a seat beside you on the floor, watching Grogu play in the corner with his silver ball from the Razor Crest. It seemed Grogu hadn’t wanted to be away from you either. 

He adjusted himself, letting his arm brush up against yours, leaning closer to you. He’d gotten into the habit of not wearing all his armour in the house, and he had to say he enjoyed it. He was able to feel the warmth from your body seep into his side whenever he was near you, just that small sensation always put a smile on his face. 

Silence settled between the two of you, he let out a deep sigh, all the stress and anxiety eased out of him in that moment. 

“Cyar’ika, I don’t know what happened with Luke or what he said, but whatever did happen or didn’t, you know you can always talk to me.”

You rested your head on his shoulder, finding the spot that had become yours since you both started working together, “I know, and I want to talk about, it’s just … I’m just so confused” you rubbed your eyes, hoping it would give you some clarity, only to find you’d rubbed them too hard and now couldn’t see anything except white dots. 

“About?”

You stifled the laughter that was your life and focused on the conversation with Din, “What I want,”

Din nodded as he rested his helmet against your head, he cleared his throat, as he felt his nervousness rise, “Can I tell you what I want? Maybe it’ll help you to get a sense, see if you want something similar.”

You chuckled, as you intertwined your fingers together with his, “Sure, it’s probably something like a room full of weapons. A new Razor Crest.”

“I already have a room full of weapons, and I’m always keeping an eye out for a new Razor Crest” he chuckled as he shifted a little, sitting closer to you, there was barely any space in between your bodies. 

He cleared his throat, this was his chance to finally open up his heart, to tell you everything he ever wanted. 

“I want  … I want for us to stay on Nevarro, not because it was my home for years, but because staying here means I get to wake up every day surrounded by family. To see Grogu grow to become a full fledge Mandalorian. I want to …” he shifted causing you to lift your head to look at him, he turned in his seat to look at you, his hand resting gently on your jawline as he looked into your eyes, “I want to wake up beside you everyday in our bed together.” His hand moved a little stroking your cheek, “I want to become one with you, in every sense of the word.” He cupped your cheek, shifting closer to you, “To be by your side till the last day I draw breath. I want us to have more foundlings, to fill this house with so much love, joy, and laughter we’d never want to go anywhere else.”

He pressed his helmeted forehead towards yours, taking in a deep breath, “Anyway, that’s what I want. That’s what I’ve wanted for a while.”

You both stayed still with your foreheads pressed against each other as silence filled between you. 

“I hope it helped.” He pulled back, his thumb brushing against your cheek, he stood from his spot, heading to the door, “Cyar’ika, just know whatever you decide, whatever you want, I’ll support you. I always have.”

You were shocked, you had no idea … oh who were you kidding, you had hoped he felt the same way about you, a warm feeling settled in your chest as you watched him walk away. 

Now that he was gone, there was another sensation filling your heart and mind, you turned to look at Grogu, who came and sat by your side, you tilted your head at him.

“Well Grogu, what do I do now? What do I do when my heart pulls me in two directions? What should I do, ad’ika?” You trailed your finger over his ear. 

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I know this is an anakin girlie blog but can anyone please help a gal out and recomend some luke fics cuz I'm dying and I canny find any : ( (rotj luke is so gorgeous damn skywalker genes)

agh i’m sorry i don’t know of any good luke fics!! ani girlies who follow me, do you guys have any recs to give this anon? drop em in the comments or in a reblog!

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please PLEASE learn how to tag your fanfics. Don’t tag fluff when it’s angst, don’t tag smut when it’s fluff and please don’t tag characters that ARENT EVEN MENTIONED IN THE FIC!!!!