#luke skywalker x fem reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

bruh-myguy-what · 1 year

Text

If Not Him, Perhaps Me

Hellooooooo frens! It has been a long, overdue update, but here we are! I've had so much going on but you guys consistently reminding me of how much you love the story has really helped me refresh my desire to continue the series! So I am so thankful! I really hope you all enjoy chapter 3! Also I apologize that it isn’t the best chapter I’ve written, but I promise to continue to make each chapter better for you guys :3

If you want to join the tag list, just let me know below in the comments!

Enjoy~

_____________________________________________

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Pairing- Thrawn x f!reader x Luke Skywalker

Summary- Luke finds out about you being taken by the Empire, and you have another encounter with the Grand Admiral.

Word Count- 2K+

Warnings- Mentions of kidnapping and imprisonment

__________________________________________

"What do you mean they took her?!" Luke's fearful tone echoed off the walls of the commissary area of the Flacon where Lando assisted Chewie in cleaning up the mess made by the intruders.

Han raised his voice over his brother's, "hey now! Don't speak to her that way, it wasn't her fault and you know it!" The older man appeared by his wife's side, arms encircling her protectively. "Besides, what did you expect her to do? She's pregnant!" Han quipped harshly, the blue of his eyes darkening as he narrowed them.

The young Jedi was silent for a long moment, eyes darting from his sister's face to her irate husband. "Well-I…" finally huffing indignantly, Luke growled to himself as his hands found his hips. "No…no, I know it isn't your fault, Leia." There was a loud roar from the other side of the ship where Chewbacca shouted his own defense. "No, it's not your fault either Chewie. I'm just…" The younger man moved one of his hands from his hip to rub the irritation away from his eyes, "this is my fault." Luke choked, placing his hand back on his hip. "I…I should've been here to protect her instead of leaving. They're only after her because of me."

Leia started forward and touched her brother's arm, "no, Luke, don't blame yourself," she insisted, "you can't blame yourself. How could you possibly know she would be in danger?"

"Leia's right, Luke," Lando piped up as he waltzed up to join the group, "none of us could've ever guessed that the Empire would've come to get her specifically. Though," he sent a glance toward the young mother, "I think we can all agree that it was better that they didn't take Leia. Who knows what they could've done to her and the kiddos." The grave tone in his voice matched Han's expression, Luke noticed, as he watched the slight movement in his wife's stomach.

A moment of silence passed between them all before Chewbacca growled softly. "Yeah, Chewie's got a point too. Blaming isn't going to get (y/n) back any sooner." Han huffed as he crossed his arms over his chest, leveling his stern gaze at Luke. "So, Jedi knight, how're you going to get your girl back?"

Ignoring the term he used to refer to you, Luke closed his eyes in thought. Maybe he could reach you through the force…? Maybe you weren't that far away yet and he could somehow reach out to you so he could tell you that he was going to save you. Surely you knew he'd come for you, right? Or had he really placed such a serious wedge between the two of you that you'd even begin to believe that he'd leave you in the hands of the Imperials? What with all of his stupid beliefs of 'Jedi having no attachments' and everything. He accepted that idea, he really did, but…the more he weighed it and considered the look on your face when you smiled at him, how could he ignore the feeling so deeply set in his heart. The way your eyes sparkled at him in the starlight…it just…

Resolutely, Luke opened his eyes and headed to the front of the Falcon.

"I'm going to find her."

_____________________________________________

The dim lights of the Grand Admiral's office were an inviting change to the glaring white lights that consistently welcomed you wherever you were led- though, the silence that plagued the room was hardly comforting.

"So," you spoke up as you crossed one leg over the other casually, the linen dress you still wore draping easily back down your legs, "are we meeting because you expect me to give you more information?" As flattering as it was to be so 'important' to someone so high in rank, the narrowed glare given to you from the other side of the desk was equally as irritating.

A soft smile appeared on the admiral's face, he thought your bitterness was humorous, did he? "Perhaps," he replied curtly, glancing away momentarily to grab his datapad, then returned his glowing eyes back to you. "Though I do marvel at your tenacity just as considerably as any useful piece of knowledge you could offer me." He sure knew how to use his genius to annoy people, huh? Before you knew it, the man behind the desk was now standing and making his way around to you. "I must also admit that I find your eagerness to face a Grand Admiral of the Imperial Navy with such fearlessness very…" he seemed to ponder to word for a second before continuing, "compelling."

Thrawn's full height was accentuated by the way he stood over you in what felt like the galaxy's shortest chair (now with him towering over you). "Well…" you choked out nervously, "I suppose since there is no empire, that means no imperial navy to be a Grand Admiral of, therefore the title has no real significance to me." He could be as intimidating as he'd like but you weren't going to back down now. You'd been here for what felt like a week and, with no real evidence of how long you'd actually been aboard the Chimera, you assumed it must've been as long as it felt- or close enough to it. You’d been sat in this specific seat multiple times during different segments of the day, the fear was starting to lose its luster. Looking up at him once again you were struck by his expression.

He was stoic. He was just gazing down at you.

"Indeed, I suppose you are correct," Thrawn covered his mouth with one of his hands- deep in thought as he removed himself from beside your seat, finding his new position beside one of the large structures holding the ysalamiri- or at least that's what he'd told you they were at another point in a different conversation. "I seem to be continually amazed by your astute wit, (y/n)." He was petting the ysalamiri before him, his broad back facing you so he was unable to see your confounded expression. Was he getting enjoyment from your responses? "I also find it amusing how you consider that I see you as a source of amusement when in fact," Thrawn twisted around to face you, his hands positioned firmly behind his back now, "you are a prisoner of mine, and whatever I desire to know you will tell me."

The red of his eyes darkened significantly enough to drive a cold chill to straight down your spine. Perhaps the Empire was no longer a danger, but this man, this alien, he sure was. Taking a beat to regain your composure, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "A-Alright," of course, your voice would fail you now, "I understand that you are my enemy and the things I know might be crucial to you, but-"

"Tell me, (y/n)," Thrawn interrupted as if you weren't even speaking, "why are you traveling with Skywalker and his crew if you are as useless as you say?" Thrawn truly seemed curious about the answer as he made his way back in front of his desk, towering before you, awaiting your response. "What was your profession before you were a 'freedom fighter'?"

Cocking your eyebrow in challenge, you wondered where your sudden boldness came from after he was so forward about where you stood in his eyes. "Why ask if you already know?" You hated talking about the life you had before you joined the rebels. The Empire wasn't all bad, the idea anyway. You actually preferred the organized structure of the government over the scattered nightmare of the rebel cause, or even the Republic you'd learned about prior to the Empire. The current ‘New Republic’ wasn’t doing much better either. But, after meeting Luke- after he saved you- it was more of a loyalty to him than to the cause. Upon seeing that Thrawn was still silently waiting for your reply, you huffed. "Fine. I was an artist. A painter. I sketched or painted nobles, moffs," your voice trailed off and the admiral hummed in understanding.

"Admirals as well, I assume," it was less of a question and more of a statement. Of course, he knew and, rolling your eyes, you nodded.

"Yes, admirals as well. Though I suppose I wasn't in the Empire whenever you rose to command because I've never met you before now." You knew you hadn't, his warm red eyes would have been burned into your memory.

Thrawn nodded in agreement, "indeed, I myself would have remembered you." He rounded the desk to return to his seat. "Though I have seen your art before," the man commented as a hologram of a painting you'd made years prior to your disappearance materialized between you. "It is quite astounding. I enjoy art, myself. I believe it can give insight into a person, or people." He clarified coolly and you noted how intently he was studying your art. The scrutiny of one of your pieces made your cheeks warm in embarrassment, you'd not had anyone ever really stare at it the way Thrawn seemed to.

Curiosity struck you, "w-what do you see in my art?"

Thrawn seemed unfazed by your question, but took his time before replying to it all the same, "you despised your subject." The honesty struck you to the core. How could he even know that? He was completely correct, but…how? The dumbfounded look on your face caused Thrawn to continue, "but, while you hated the subject you were instructed to paint, you treasured the creation itself. Which I admire. Your talent is," the pause in his voice again made your cheeks burn as you awaited more of his surprising critique, "unmatched."

Too stunned to immediately thank him for his honesty, you blinked dumbly. Eventually, you nodded at his comments, "well…thank you," you whispered softly, hands suddenly more interesting than anything else.

"Have you made very many paintings since your disappearance from the Empire?" His question startled you slightly. Why was he so curious about your art? What was he trying to gain? Thrawn hadn't asked about it any of the other times you'd spoken recently. So why now?

Shaking your head in response, you figured it was useless to lie to him anyway. "No, unfortunately, I haven't had the time…or the funds to be able to continue." You sounded more distressed than you would've thought if asked about it. Though now that you thought about it, the topic never really came up between anyone on the Falcon.

The hologram disappeared, leaving Thrawn gazing directly at you now, scrutinizing you as if you were now the artwork. "No, I would presume not," was all that was said, simply.

Again, the silence retrieved its choking grasp on the atmosphere and you glanced up at the exact moment the Grand Admiral waved his hand in his normal dismissal, "you are free to go for the evening." His tone was casual yet as stern and stoic as usual, but not having the white-clad troopers come in to grab you and lead you out was…new. So, awkwardly, you stood from your seat and waited a moment, quizzically looking at Thrawn. After a few seconds of no argument from the admiral, you slowly made your way to the door, jumping only a little as it whooshed open revealing Rhuk.

"Come now, Rhuk," you heard Thrawn chide stoically from his desk, "do not scare my informant. She is," he caught your eye with a small smile, "essential." The look in his eye seemed mischievous but you weren't certain if that was something you should be worried about.

As you returned to your cell, you settled down for the night on the solid structure they called a bed on this ship. "Alright, before you get all cozy," you heard a familiar trooper voice and sighed when you had to sit back up. You weren't as annoyed with the troopers anymore, they'd actually kept decent company and most of them were kind enough.

Once fully sat up, a trooper reached through the bars and held out a larger notebook full of paper. Curiously, you reached out and took it, along with the set of pencils given to you. "W-What is this?"

The trooper shrugged, the plastoid tapping against itself with the movement. "Beats me," he replied, "the admiral asked one of us to bring it to you. He said you deserved to continue what you love, even as a prisoner." Then the trooper was gone.

Gaping at the notebook in awe, you were awestruck, silent. Thrawn gave you this notebook? Out of…generosity? 'There's no way,' you thought to yourself as you set back against the wall connected to your cot, opening the notebook. Upon the first page was a beautifully written script, reading; 'I thoroughly acknowledge that you will see this as a means to acquire additional information from you, however; I would find it regrettable if you were incapable to resume such excellent work due to confinement. I, myself, am not an artist, though I can speculate how it must feel to be suffocated by the inability to do what one loves. So please, sketch. Thrawn.'

Tags:

@blueberry-thrawn @myevilmouse @agenteliix @blackmonitor @coffeeorsomething-irl @torchbearerkyle @rebelmarylou @danger-xylophones

#luke skywalker x fem reader #luke skywalker x you #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker #skywalker #thrawn #thrawn x reader #thrawn fanfic #mitthrawnuruodo #star wars fanfic #fanfiction #thrawn x reader x luke skywalker #grand admiral thrawn #chiss ascendancy #senior captain thrawn #if not him perhaps me #chapter 3

126 notes · View notes

d-a-n-n-y-y · 11 months

Text

Sneak peak for you guys as a promise for luke x fem reader

#all i have to do now is to shade #my art #luke skywalker x fem reader #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x y/n

41 notes · View notes

dailydragon08 · 4 months

Text

Remnants!Reader and Luke’s first meeting incoming 👀

#star wars #luke skywalker #luke skywalker x reader #star wars x reader #luke skywalker imagine #star wars fanfiction #star wars imagine #luke skywalker fanfiction #luke skywalker x fem reader #luke skywalker x jedi!reader #star wars remnants #my writing

12 notes · View notes

bookloover35 · 9 months

Text

Luke Skywalker x fem reader- Who is she?

Lukes POV

Leia:We have to fight back.

Leia said to me as she walked back and forth in the control room.

Luke:Leia we are going to fight back but we have to wait until we have received more information.

Leia: Ugh I know.

I approached her and put my hand on her shoulder.

Luke:'It will be fine. We will get the information and we will win.

She smiled back at me and was about to say something but was stopped by the door to the control room opening and there stood a very beautiful woman. She had long / short hair that was (y.h.c).

YN: Princess Leia, do you have time for a while or do you want me to come back later.

Leia: Of course I have time.

YN:I just wanted to tell you that I've fix all the Tie Fighters now.

Leia:Okay thank you so much YN.

She then bowed to Leia and then she looked at me and smiled. Then she left. Wow how beautiful she is but who is she. I turned to Leia I have to ask.

Luke:Who was that?

Leia looked at me with a smile.

Leia:Her name is YN YLN she is our mechanic. She's the best mechanic in the entire Galaxy. Do you want to meet her.

Luke: Okey.

Of course I want to meet her. But what should I say. We walked towards her station when we arrived we saw her standing and fixing a droid.

Leia: Hey YN.

YN looked up from what she was doing and smiled. Wow her smile is amazing she is so cute. She wiped the dirt off her face.

YN:Princess Leia, can I help you with something?

Leia:Luke wanted to see what you did and he wanted to meet you. So YN this is Luke Skywalker.

YNs POV

I looked next to Leia and saw a very beautiful guy with blonde hair. I know who Luke is but have never dared to talk to him.

I took out my hand so he could shake it.

YN: Nice to meet you.

He took his hand in mine and shook it.

Luke: Nice to meet you to.

then we let go and he looked towards should where I work.

Luke:So what is it like to be a mechanic and what are you doing right now.

YN: It's fun to be a mechanic I love to fix things. Right now I'm fixing that droid but I have a little problem can you help me if you have time.

She told us both a little shyly.

Leia: Luke Can help you I have to go and talk to Han.

Then she blinked at Luke and walked away and then it was just me and Luke left. We stood there silent for a while then Luke said.

Luke:I will gladly help you.

YN: Thank you I really appreciate it.

wow he is so kind and very sweet I gave him the tools he needed and we started working. I can really see a very nice friendship maybe something more.

THE END.

#wattpad #wattpadstories #wattpad story #my own words #star wars x you #star wars #star wars x y/n #star wars x reader #luke skywalker #luke skywalker x y/n #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #Luke skywalker x fem reader

13 notes · View notes

fuckmyskywalker · 4 months

Text

❄️ 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟕𝐭𝐡 : 𝐈𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐋𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫.

— CW: 18+. Smut. Mild food play. Tit sucking. | Word count: 0.8 (not proofread!)

— Anyafest + Taglist!

“Can you stop eating the icing?” You ask with a sigh, lowering the tray of freshly baked cookies on the kitchen counter. Luke rolls his eyes and lowers the bowl, but before he removes his sticky hands he dips his finger again.

Sometimes he can be quite childish, and it’s sometimes adorable. He didn’t experience many of these activities at home— his life in Tatooine was pretty much like the local weather, dry and boring— so it’s fun and exciting to see him try and learn— even if that means wrapping his fingers and palms after he burnt himself with the stove.

“Are you sure we are alone?” He asks, leaning against the edge of the counter, licking his lips. To be fair, the powdered sugar icing you did is really good. How is he supposed to keep his hands away from it?

“Very sure. Han is at the market buying the groceries he ate last night, as for Leia, I think she is busy with some work stuff. She did mention it in the morning.” You place a large cloth on the cookies, waiting for them to cool down to decorate them. “Why do you ask?”

“Oh… nothing in particular,” He says, but you know Luke. He’s hiding something. He is a terrible liar. It doesn’t take him long to walk behind you and place his hands on your hips. His nose nuzzles against your neck, smiling softly. “Glad to know I have you for myself for a while.”

It’s surprising how jealous he can be sometimes. He is quite envious of those who can have your attention. If there is something you have learned about Luke, is that he wants you all for himself; sometimes you wonder form where this particular trait might come from; it is not like Leia shows the same jealous emotion, and if she does she is good at masking it— unlike Luke, who you can smell his jealousy from miles away. Luke likes to be the center of your attention, to have you next to him at all times, and it’s not really a hard task.

“So that’s what you had in mind,” You reply, turning around to face him. Your palms lay flat on his chest, crooking your head to smile back and meet his lips. He tastes like that overly sweet icing. “You could’ve just asked, you know.”

“I know,” He shrugs. “But where’s the fun in that?”

Soon he is pressing you against the counter, licking your lips, and sliding his tongue inside your mouth. He isn’t as shy as he was when you started dating, which is something good. Getting Luke out of his little shell was the hard part, at first— now the difficult part is keeping his hands off you. Said hands reach down to squeeze your hips, moving to grope your ass and trail his lips to your neck. You let out a soft sigh, letting him have his fun.

“I have an idea,” Luke suddenly breaks, lifting your fuzzy sweater and running his hand over your breast. “Do you think we have enough icing for the cookies?” “Uh?” Your mind was already drifting away from the damn cookies. “I think so, why?”

“You’ll see.”

He pulls down one of the cups of your bra, freeing your breast and lowering his face to run his tongue over your nipple. He sucks it with his teeth and teases the bud with his tongue until it hardens, moaning deeply at the feeling. He had said it countless times, and you start to believe he could suck at your tits for hours. Removing his mouth with a wet sound that makes you giggle, he dips his index and middle finger into the icing, bringing it back to your chest and smearing it over your nipple, around the areola, and above the valley. If he could put a cherry on top you know he would.

“Now they really look like a treat,” He laughs, licking his lips before diving in again. In reality, Luke is making more of a mess than cleaning, but then he’ll have more places to lick the icing off.

He sure is having fun, moaning against your sticky skin and grinding his very noticeable erection against your thigh. Your fingers run through his sandy locks and tug on them gently, making him whine. His mouth suckles on your nipple desperately, closing his eyes and savoring the taste. He doesn’t stop until he has cleaned all the icing, only to lift the other side of your sweater and repeat the same action on your other breast.

Hanging your head, you moan his name, arching your chest to press it further against his flushed face. Luke grabs both breasts and squeezes them together, pinching your right nipple with his hand while biting on the left one.

“You are going to eat all the icing,” You giggle breathlessly, biting your lower lip. “And I don’t have any more powdered sugar.”

“Then call Han and tell him to bring more.”

#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 anya writes!#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 anyafest 2023!#luke skywalker smut #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x reader smut #luke skywalker fanfiction #luke skywalker imagine #luke skywalker x fem!reader #luke skywalker x you #luke skywalker x y/n

108 notes · View notes

se-agapo-skywalker · 4 months

Text

The Old Man and the Sea

Flashbacks are italicized

CW: age gap (dilf!Luke Skywalker), oral sex (f!receiving), penetrative sex (p in v), unprotected sex, usage of petname "master," mild degradation

"You are no Jedi... nor am I." Luke's back faces you, his solemn eyes cast upon the sea. "I cannot train you."

You reach out to touch his shoulder. "Master, please-"

He flinches away from you, almost recoiling in disgust and shock, all the while keeping his face away from yours. "I already told you. That title no longer means anything to me."

"Then what should I call you? Sir?"

He sighs and shakes his head. "No, I'm not that old..."

"Mr. Skywalker?"

"Too formal."

You pause to think, considering your words carefully. "...How about just Luke?"

Finally, he turns his head to look at you. His eyes reflect a strange vulnerability, sadness and fondness all mixed into one, emotions he tries to keep as hidden as possible. He isn't doing a very good job.

Luke nods, silently, once again casting his eyes down to avoid your gaze. "Just Luke."

Snuggled up into Luke's side, you twirl a lock of his hair around your finger and sigh. His head is leaned back against the pillow, eyes closed, breathing slowly and quietly. You smirk to yourself at the sight of him laying there so peacefully--he's spent to the point of appearing fast asleep.

For a man of his age, his stamina is quite impressive--pinning you beneath him, driving into you at a pace that has you moaning his name over and over--but once he's out, he's out. It's rather cute, to be honest... yet you can't help but wonder if he drifts into sleep so easily because he can't stand to be awake.

You've found that when he isn't doing menial chores, Luke spends most of the day either staring at the sea, walking along the cliffs, or doing who knows what inside of his hut. Perhaps he's meditating, or sleeping, whatever an old Jedi does to pass the time when he so clearly hates his life--you almost feel sorry for him. Almost, as every attempt you make to connect with him is met with disdain or rejection. Usually both.

Still, the Temple Island isn't big enough for you two to ignore each other entirely, no matter how hard he might try. Your paths intercept too frequently, much to his chagrin and your delight. There's something strangely magnetic about him--beneath his gloomy exterior lies the remnants of his grace and discipline, the dignified power of the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order.

It's something you're determined to bring out again.

Luke stirs a bit, shifting in the bed slightly. With confirmation that he's indeed still awake, your hand wanders to his face, delicately stroking his beard.

"One more round?" you ask, voice sweeter than honey. You already know the answer--most likely a no--but it doesn't hurt to try.

He groans softly. "I don't know if I have it in me, starlight." Blue eyes squint open to meet yours, a smile growing on your lips, and he scowls. "What are you smiling about?"

"Nothing, I just think you're cute," you laugh, and he furrows his brow.

"Sweetheart, calling me cute is like calling the sky red."

"But it is red, during the sunset!"

"You know what I mean."

Knowing there's no reasoning with you, Luke relents to your will as you lean over to kiss him. He must think you're impossible--you're certain he does--but that's what keeps on drawing him back to you. At least, that's what stops him from turning you away.

Knocking on the door of Luke's hut, you wince. What were you thinking, coming to him like this, drenched in rain during the middle of the night? He's sure to think you're crazy, if he doesn't already. You shiver as the water continues to pour down, making your hair and clothes stick to your body like a wet tooka as it positively soaks you to the bone--you don't even know why you're here, if you're being honest with yourself.

Finally, the door opens. There stands Luke, your reluctant teacher, the man who's been avoiding your friendship for all this time, looking upon you with annoyance and confusion.

"Why are you here?" is all he says, eyes flicking across your wet form. You scratch the back of your neck self-consciously.

"I... I needed you," is all you manage to say in response.

"For what reason?"

"I don't know." You look down at your feet guiltily. "Something in the Force is telling me to be here."

He scoffs, clearly not believing you, but shakes his head and beckons you over. "Well, come in before you get sick," he grumbles, and you follow him inside as the door shuts behind you.

His hut is simple, not far from what you'd expect the living space of an old Jedi hermit to look like. Old sacred texts are scattered about, and so are his robes; he's currently dressed in simple nightclothes, ones that you briefly find yourself staring at.

No, no, you shouldn't look at him like that--especially not when he's standing right in front of you. But you could've sworn earlier that he looked at you the same way when you stood outside his door, wet clothes clinging to your body... You didn't mean to, well, approach him like that. But here you are, standing in his room and shivering before him as water dripped from you onto the floor.

Seemingly reading your mind, Luke finally breaks the silence--"You know, you should probably change out of those clothes and warm up."

"And change into what?" you ask, cheeks starting to burn.

A quick flash of embarrassment crosses his face, but he quickly conceals it. "I, um... something. This," he says, tossing his cloak to you. "I'll turn around."

You keep your eyes on him as he turns around and awkwardly goes to sit on his bed... and you swear you see him take a pillow into his lap. Slowly, you start peeling off your wet clothes; it's quite the thrill, being this exposed near him, something you'd never anticipate you'd do. If you were in your right mind, you wouldn't--but you aren't, and here you are.

After stripping out of the last of your clothes, you wring your hair out a bit and drape Luke's cloak around your shivering, nude form. It's quite warm, made of thick bantha wool, and it smells like him, although you manage to fight the temptation to bury your face in it. He's right in front of you, anyway.

"I-I'm done," you manage to say.

"Please, tell me... why are you really here?" Luke responds, not even turning around to look at you. "You're welcome to stay until the storm dies down, but if you're here to torment me, don't."

You grab onto the ends of the cloak, keeping them secure to preserve your modesty as you move to sit next to him. Startled a bit by your boldness, he finally looks over at you, and there's something in his eyes you can't quite recognize.

You take a deep breath and exhale. "Look, I don't know why I'm here. I don't know why it's storming, and frankly, I don't know why I'm naked, but here we are. But I think we've both noticed how we can't exactly stay away from each other, no matter how hard we try--how hard you try. I'm not here to hurt you, Luke, I only came to Ahch-To to find you, to see that you're still alive. And now that I know you, I..."

In a move that nearly knocks you off his bed, Luke slowly reaches out with his flesh hand to brush a wet strand of hair out of your face. "I know."

By some strange string of fate, or perhaps by the will of the Force itself, you find your lips meeting his. His beard is rough, scratchy. You wouldn't have it any other way. His lips, apprehensive at first, move against yours rather sloppily, either out of desperation or out of inexperience--although you wouldn't fault him for either. It's not like you're particularly experienced, you never quite had the time, and you aren't opposed to the two of you learning together. The student becomes the master, the master becomes the student...

"Master," you breathe out, "please."

Luke's lips trail from your lips to your jaw, and then to your neck, pressing plenty of ticklish kisses in his wake. His hands move to gently grip the side of your face and back of your neck, careful not to mess with the cloak. Part of you wonders if he ever will, if he's willing to go that far, perhaps even in this sitting. A Jedi would show restraint; yet he is one no longer.

In what can only be interpreted as him sensing your thoughts, Luke stops his advances to look at you, lustful eyes now showing with worry. "Are... are you sure you want this?"

You grab his mechanical hand--you quite like the feeling of the flesh hand on your neck--and bring it to the fastener of the cloak, not undoing it, but letting him know it's an option. "More than anything."

Luke's change in demeanor from grumpy to surprisingly gentle is intoxicating, shocking you in the best way possible--you knew this side of him was still there, you just knew it, and you're so glad you finally have confirmation of it. Peering over, however, you try to get a glimpse of the other confirmation of his affection that you seek...

Just as Luke begins to fiddle with unfastening the cloak concealing your body from him, you slip your hand between the two of you, first to carefully grip his thigh as you lean in to kiss him again, moving your hand further and further until-

"Stop," he interjects, grabbing your hand.

"I-I'm sorry, Master, I-"

His gaze softens, guiltily. "No, it's not you. I'm not ready for that--not yet." Flesh hand reaches up to cradle your face. "I want this to be about you. I want to make up for how cruel I was."

You bring the hand to your lips, kissing the palm, silently accepting his proposal to apologize. The Luke you first met on that cliff all those months ago is near unrecognizable--never before would you have expected him to ever apologize to you, let alone be this communicative with you. Well, communicative by Luke standards. From what you’ve heard of his past reputation as a Jedi, all those stories and legends about his vast accomplishments, he had always been quiet, guarded, only now amplified by his guilt in exile. But he’s trying, that much is clear to you.

“Do you want me to continue?” Luke finally says, breaking the silence with a rare show of humor. Smiling and nodding into his palm, you give it one last kiss, relinquishing your control over it.

Hands return to the fastener, and you feel your heartbeat increase as you're finally hit with the realization that this is going to happen. You have no reservations about it, you've fantasized about sleeping with him for quite some time now, but you must admit the actuality is a bit frightening--and absolutely thrilling.

You want this. Luke does, too, if the totally unsubtle tent in his pants has anything to say about it. But something tells you he's just as nervous as you are--perhaps he's worried about being out of practice, or, if he had previously pursued the path of celibacy, he's worried about having no practice at all. Either way, you don't mind, truly. All you want is him.

Finally, in one swift motion, the fastener is undone. Letting out a shaky breath, Luke begins to pull the fabric of the cloak from your shoulders, ever so slowly, exposing inch by inch of your bare skin to him. As the fabric pools at your waist, you shiver at the feeling of the cool air hitting your slightly damp skin. He notices, instinctively reaching out his hand to touch you--the sudden contact and warmth makes you jump.

"Sorry," Luke whispers, unable to look anywhere besides your face.

"Don't be... please."

Now is his chance to ravish you with his eyes, finally gazing upon--and practically devouring--the beauty that has been hidden from him for far too long.

"Stars, you're... you're incredible."

You blush, both out of pride and bashfulness, as Luke's eyes continue to trace your figure. He stares at you for quite some time, not daring to touch you aside from the hand he has gently caressing the flesh of your waist. It isn't until you grab said hand and move it to the swell of your breast that he finally gets the nerve to actually feel you.

Fingers trace around the soft skin of your nipple, coaxing the little bud into a hardened peak as Luke pinches it ever so slightly. He squeezes your breast, firmly but not painfully, and before you can even register what is happening, his mouth is on you. Beard hair tickles your skin as he plants an open-mouthed kiss at the center of your chest. Kissing, licking, and sucking, he marks his journey through the valley of your breasts by leaving your skin raw and marked--claiming you as his own.

You let out a high-pitched gasp as Luke's lips attach to your nipple, alternating between sucking and flicking with his tongue before switching to do the same to the other. He does this multiple times, only stopping when he leaves them visibly puffy and swollen, with you shuddering and moaning softly at the loss of his touch. As he had worked on you, your hands had found their way into his hair, carding your fingers through and tugging at it softly--he nearly bit you in response, and given the effect on him, you swore he almost liked what you were doing more than you liked what he was doing. Almost.

Your hands move from Luke's hair to cradle his face. He looks up at you nervously, waiting for your reassurance or your approval, hoping he hasn't done anything to upset you.

In a moment of boldness, you say, "Oh, I like that... there's just another place I think I'd like it even more."

Icy blue eyes widening, he nods slowly, taking in a deep breath as he prepares to obey your command. Gently pushing you back, he lowers you onto his bed, laying your head on his pillow--and he pauses.

"Are you sure you want this?"

Your first instinct is to pout, but you don't. He's very likely entirely new to this, and nervous about the fact, so the least you can do is have some grace. Reaching out for his hand, gently ghosting your fingertips over his, you tell him, "I want this. I want you."

With nothing more than a silent nod, Luke finally lifts the remainder of the cloak off you and pulls your thighs apart. His breath hitches at the sight of you--so tight, so wet, glistening in anticipation for him. Him.

Reading his emotions--you're becoming a lot better at that under his tutelage--you smile at him coyly through your eyelashes. "It's for you, Master. All for you."

You flutter and clench at the way Luke breathes out, groaning slightly. After a moment of just staring at you, piercing blue eyes locked onto your beautiful, beautiful core, he ducks his head to get closer. Whatever nervousness he had before has almost completely melted away, starting with light kisses to the inside of your thighs as he pries you open even more. You squirm ever so slightly beneath his touch, one that starts out hesitant but grows more and more eager, the rough hair of his beard nearly rubbing the skin of your thighs raw.

Luke pulls away, just for a moment, his voice deep and gravely. "Let me take care of you."

You shudder at the feeling of his breath on you. But you aren't prepared for what follows--the feather-light poke of his wet tongue, slowly licking a preliminary stripe from hole to clit as he slicks you with a combination of your own wetness and his spit. You had wondered, dreamed when this day would come, and now that it's here, you find yourself melting so readily at his every move.

Noticing the effect he has on you, Luke tentatively wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to his face so he can taste you more deeply. The new angle has you situated to where you could very well begin grinding on his face, and you have no doubts that he'd let you. This is what he wants--to be needed, to please, to do something, anything right. To have you spread out so beautifully before him is a miracle of the Force itself. He'll do his best to prove he deserves it, as much as he thinks he doesn't.

Alternating between gently probing you with his tongue and languidly exploring the contours of your folds, Luke's lips finally make their way to your clit, where he gently begins sucking. For a man who most likely has no idea what he's doing--although he would never admit it--he sure seems like he does.

Your hand instinctively makes its way to his hair again, albeit this time with far more urgency. Arching your back into him, you pull unapologetically on his greying locks, eliciting a deep groan from him.

An idea enters your mind.

"You like this, Master?" you moan, maneuvering to look at him working between your legs. His eyes flick up to meet yours. "You like finally being useful to someone?"

Your words seem to ignite a fire within him. Without even giving you a moment to process what's happening, Luke's mouth leaves your clit--drawing out an absolutely pathetic mewl from you--and he pulls your legs around his waist, lifting your hips off the bed. Using the Force, he swiftly pins your hands above your head, leaving you fully exposed and at his mercy.

"You think I'm finally useful, huh?" Luke practically growls, "Who are you to judge?"

You can feel his hardened cock brush against your sensitive core from beneath his nightclothes, and, desperate for friction to satiate your hunger, you try to rock your hips against his. But he won't have it--holding your legs still, he keeps you in place with an iron grip.

"Before I show you how useful I can be, you must learn patience. Now be still."

Luke's stronger mechanical hand--still gloved, which only adds to the allure--keeps a hold on you as his flesh hand moves to free himself from the confines of his pants. After a brief moment of fumbling where you pretend not to notice, he manages to pull down his waistband, and out it springs.

And it's... a lot. A lot more than you expected. Where you were eager to take him before, desperately aching for him to be inside you, you can't help but feel a bit nervous. Still, you can't take your eyes off him--large, thick, nice and veiny with a pink tip...

"Is this alright?" Luke asks, his voice low and husky, already starting to slowly drag it across your folds. Your body jerks slightly when the tip bumps into your still-swollen clit, but he's too busy lubricating himself with your wetness to notice. "Well?"

"Y-yes... I need you, Master, please," you practically beg.

Smirking to himself, he finally grants your request. Aligning himself with your entrance, he ever so slowly presses in, eyes screwing shut in the process as a low grunt escapes his throat.

"Maker, you're tight..."

You throw your head back and whine at the stretch. Luke is so much--almost too much--filling you in a way you never thought was possible. It stings slightly at first, but it's such a delicious feeling, one you never want to go another day without.

After giving you a moment to adjust, Luke's eyes meet yours--gently questioning, but still clouded by his need for you--and you signal for him to start moving. Slowly drawing himself back out, he starts a steady pace of deep thrusts, although they're a bit shaky at first. Amidst your ecstasy, you forgot that this may very well be his first sexual encounter--something he's doing a very good job of hiding.

In truth, it doesn't bother you at all. Luke sure keeps you on your toes--the more the night progresses, the more you learn so many seemingly conflicting things about him... and the more you realize you never really knew him at all. Perhaps no one did. He can be stubborn, and gentle, and firm, and vulnerable, a million different things all wrapped into one. And, slowly and surely, you'll peel back those layers to reveal who he truly is.

In the meantime, what Luke does show you is just how pent up he is--he isn't even fully out of his clothes, and he's already fully erect and fucking you into his mattress. The noises are borderline obscene, both the creaking of his bed and the squelching of where your bodies meet, with him loudly sliding in and out of you. While he was rather slow at first, he's since picked up the pace, snapping his hips against yours with a bit more fervor. If you hadn't known any better, you'd say he's just about as virile and libidinous as a juvenile fathier.

You moan and write beneath Luke, your hands still pinned above your head by the Force. After all his talk about its sacred rules and how one must respect and fear it, you truly never expected him to utilize it in such a way--but, knowing your Master, you doubt he cares. He looks down at you with those heavy eyes, his gaze filled with emotions you can't quite describe or even begin to understand. He's quiet, oh so quiet--you can't exactly say the same about yourself--that if it weren't for his borderline frantic rutting, you might not have been sure of his enjoyment.

Catching on to your concern, Luke reaches down with his flesh hand to reassuringly stroke your skin, gently tracing from your thigh to your hip, across your stomach, and all the way to the swell of your breast. Your nipples are still puffy and sore from his relentless sucking and pinching, skin covered in the evidence of where his beard had scratched you. He feels a bit guilty, having marked you up so thoroughly like this, yet he also has a strange sense of pride at how you let him. If things go your way, you'll let him again and again and again--until your hunger is satisfied, which you're sure it never will be.

For as much as Luke is thoroughly attracted to you, however, he can feel his hunger start to reach its peak. Whether it be through the Force or your own pleasure, you can sense this, too, and it only serves to bring you into the early stages of orgasm as well.

"M-Master, I-," you whine, not even able to finish your thought as Luke brings his hand back up to rub your clit. He may be stubborn, and grumpy, but he is by no means selfish, especially not as a lover. Like with all things, he's determined to do this right. And he does--each thrust of his hips and tight circle rubbed by his thumb pushes you closer and closer, until finally you're pushed off that cliff and engulfed by the force of your orgasm. Twitching and spasming, legs shaking, you cry out as it overtakes your senses so spectacularly.

Luke watches you, completely in shock that he actually managed to do this--although you knew he would. Feeling you clench around him so deliciously is enough to motivate him to follow suit. Speeding up his pace one last time, positively hammering into you, he chases his own orgasm sloppily, desperately. Perhaps he hasn't had one in a long time, hasn't even had the desire to touch himself, so having you here to offer him some much needed relief truly is a godsend.

You're too blissed out and trembling in the aftershocks of your own orgasm to notice the way his hips stutter, finally stilling as he spills thick ropes of his seed inside you. In that moment, neither of you really care about the consequences--you don't think anything could happen, anyway--nor do you even really pause to contemplate them.

Luke stands before you, panting and slightly dazed, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead. Lowering your legs and pulling out--hot, white liquid spilling out of you as he does so--he adjusts his clothing and finally collapses beside you.

"That was, I..." you start, covering your face with your now-freed hands. "What are we now?"

Luke sighs. "We're something, I guess... something the Jedi of old wouldn't approve of." A glimpse at his old humor appears as he winks at you. "But they aren't here now, are they?"

You open your eyes to the sight of Luke asleep in your now shared bed. His hair is sprawled out on your pillow, long-lashed eyes still shut as he snores ever so lightly. The morning light bathes his sleeping face in a surprisingly lovely way, illuminating the soft, vulnerable side of an otherwise stoic and dignified Jedi master. His arm is still around you, mechanical hand resting at the small of your back--he still prefers to touch you intimately with his flesh hand, but by instinct, he'll use his cybernetic. You don't mind one bit, and he knows this. It brings him peace. Hence where he is now: entangled with you, beneath your covers, mind somewhere off in the realm of dreams.

"Oh, Skywalker..." you whisper, careful not to wake him. You can't tell whether you're talking to him, or really just talking to yourself. It isn't important. Taking a moment to pause, to think, you take a deep breath and say it--"...I love you."

Luke stirs, and you wince. Was it too soon? Is that not how he sees your relationship? He could wake up any minute and reject you and-

"Love you, too," he murmurs, not even opening his eyes, face still buried in his pillow.

Relief washes over you, but so does a strange new feeling... surprise? Excitement? Fear, even? No, no, it can't be anything bad... So you decide to accept it for what it is: something you can't explain, yet something that brings so much hope, so much meaning to your life. And, for the first time in a long time, you're happy--and he is, too.

#my fic #dilf luke friday #dilf!luke skywalker #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker smut #luke skywalker x fem!reader #luke skywalker x afab!reader #oops this kind of ran away from me. hence why it's so long lol #what is this trend involving me writing sequels smut when i initially hated the sequels... character development?#i can singlehandedly fix grumpy old man luke via *cough* alternative means #the ending is kinda ass but whatever lol

106 notes · View notes

aurora-starwars · 8 months

Text

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- STAR WARS ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

✧.* Ahsoka Tano ✧.*

╰┈➤Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Pairing: Ahsoka x reader Summary: Ahsoka and reader talk on the roof of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Obi-wan padawan reader, Clone Wars Era, fluff and angst if you squint Word Count: 1066

╰┈➤Jealousy Is The Fear Of Comparison

Pairing: Ahsoka x fem!reader Summary: Ahsoka gets jealous and ends ups confessing to reader Word Count: 2281

╰┈➤Be Honest In Your Heart

Pairing: Ahsoka x fem!Jedi!reader Summary: While on mission, Ahsoka and reader have to pretend to be a fake couple. Word Count: 1.5k

╰┈➤Being Ahsoka’s Secret Bubbly Girlfriend Hcs

Pairing: Ahsoka Tano x fem!reader

╰┈➤ Peaceful

Pairing: Padawan!Ahsoka x Padawan!fem!reader Summary: Reader meditates with a frustrated Ahsoka and helps her connect with the Force again Word Count: 1.1k

✧.* Anakin Skywalker ✧.*

╰┈➤ A Loving Heart Is The Truest Wisdom

Anakin x fem!reader Summary: When Anakin is escorting reader back to her planet after the battle of Geonosis, he gets a little self-conscious about his new prosthetic hand, luckily he has someone to comfort him. Word Count: 1k

╰┈➤Every Great Dream Begins With A Dreamer

Pairing: Anakin x fem!reader Summary: Anakin comes back from a mission and needs to confess to senator!reader Word Count: 1.1k

╰┈➤I’m So Proud Of You That It Makes Me Proud Of Me

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!Padawan!reader (platonic) Summary: When reader figures out how to manipulate plants with the force, Anakin is beyond proud Word Count: 0.5k

╰┈➤The Look of Terror In Your Eyes

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!reader; Soulmate au!!!! Summary: Reader is one of padmé’s handmaidens, and while joining her on Mustafar, she finds a familiar pair of eyes. Eyes that shouldn’t be as red as they are… Word Count: 2.6k

╰┈➤Sleep Is The Best Meditation

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!senator!reader Summary: reader has a hard time falling asleep, Anakin helps by talking with her Word Count: 1.2k

✧.* Padmé Amidala ✧.*

╰┈➤ ୨⎯ None Yet ⎯୧

✧.* Bo-Katan Kryze ✧.*

╰┈➤ ୨⎯ None Yet ⎯୧

✧.* Luke Skywalker ✧.*

╰┈➤ Life Grows Lovely Where You Are

Luke x fem!reader Summary: Luke and reader go on a date, where Luke reassures her that he loves her Word Count: 786

╰┈➤You Are Important, You Are Enough

Pairing: Luke Skywalker x fem!reader Summary: When Luke finds reader upset after being bullied after so many years, he tries to comfort her Word Count: 868

✧.* Din Djarin ✧.*

╰┈➤ ୨⎯ None Yet ⎯୧

✧.* Rey Skywalker ✧.*

╰┈➤ ୨⎯ None Yet ⎯୧

✧.* Kylo Ren/Ben Solo ✧.*

╰┈➤ Fear Is The Path To The Dark Side, Unless You’re Already There

Pairing: Kylo Ren x fem!reader Summary: Kylo Ren and reader listen to a scary story that reader loves Word Count: 2.1k

╰┈➤ Old Friends Bring Up Old Feelings

Pairing: Kylo Ren x gn!Jedi!Mataya Summary: Kylo and Mataya, who were friends at the Jedi academy, reunite Word Count: 2k

136 notes · View notes

kaleidoscope1967eyes · 1 year

Text

Dark Prince Luke Thoughts™

(Image Source)

Tagging: @stonegoldsxcrxt, @myevilmouse, @dexthtoyounglings, @laserbrains, @ancient-stardust, @hansonveggieclub, @fandom-gal44

Dark Prince Luke is a total girl dad. As the future leader of the Empire, he is required to produce at least one heir to prolong the Palpatine dynasty. This obviously places a large burden on you and Luke recognizes that--it was the reason why your marriage was arranged in the first place. To make up for it, he dotes on and absolutely worships you throughout your entire pregnancy, and he's there for you every step of the way.

Over time, one heir turns into multiple heirs, and guess what? They're all daughters!

Naturally, Luke is a very protective father, and his protectiveness is only amplified by the fact that the Empire is a traditionally male-dominated space. He raises them to know their worth and makes sure that everyone treats them with utmost respect.

Despite the constant burden of his Imperial duties--and his lack of a true and/or positive father figure--he makes sure to be equally as involved in parenting as you are. If you ever need a day (or multiple days) off, he'll gladly take over and let you rest. He's read every single parenting manual he could get his hands on, so he knows the importance of finding the balance between being involved and giving his children the room they need to grow. Because he's so patient and gentle, however, he's a total pushover; when it comes to decision making, he looks to you as the ultimate authority.

Luke is also fully equipped to handle all of the girly things that come with raising daughters (doing their hair, period stuff, etc.), but he also doesn't force gender roles upon them. He always encourages them to explore their interests and express themselves as they please. Most of all, he teaches them to be kind, intelligent, and confident leaders, and he is so proud of them--and you!

#Dark Prince Luke Thoughts™#luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker headcanon #luke skywalker imagine #luke skywalker x you #luke skywalker x fem!reader #dark prince!luke x reader #emperor!luke x reader #luke palpatine #the sins of the father #dad!luke skywalker #cw: pregnancy #luke grew up in a mostly-female household so he's one of the gworls 💅#my fic

107 notes · View notes

stormkobra-5 · 2 years

Text

The House of Fett (Poe Dameron x Mando!Force Sensitive!Reader Series)

Sneak Peek, Scene 1

Summary: You're Y/N Janghis Fett, the only daughter of the infamous bounty hunter himself. When you were eight years old, you discovered quite by accident that you were Force-sensitive, and so your father Boba sought out the Jedi Knight Luke Skywalker, who would, for the next eight years of your life, be your mentor in the ways of the Force-- but you are no Jedi. You are a Mandalorian, even if you do happen to wield lightsabers. However, when the Sith Lord Kylo Ren-- whom you once knew as Ben-- begins to seek out your old mentor for terrible purposes, you're met with the familiar face of Poe Dameron, who is requesting your aid, and you agree to help him only once. But when Luke is not where you think, sending you and Poe on a galaxy-wide hunt for your elusive mentor, you're forced to work with him even longer than you had originally planned. This complicates things greatly, because you've been helplessly in love with him since the day you met him, and unrequited love is a painful thing indeed.

Sneak Peek, Scene 2

Sneak Peek, Scene 3

Promo:

————————————————————————

If anyone wants to be tagged, just let me know! ^^

Series Masterlist here

@poeticsorcery

@adamcarlsenslvr

@djarinsgirl27

@dameronsknight

@ahookedheroespureheart

381 notes · View notes

kavaeroexe · 2 years

Text

More muslim Y/N headcanons..

Luke : so you doesnt eat for a whole 15 hours!?!?

Leia : what about drink?

Y/N : nope

-> 5 mins later

Han, sneakily gives you water and food : just eat, i won't tell god.

Y/N, praying peacefully on rasor crest : ~

Din, sit beside you and start to ask your opinion : what do you think?

Y/N : *still praying, hopeing he will understand

Din : hello? Are you deaf?

Y/N 0,5 sec later : *preceeds to smack din with sajadah nonstop

Y/N : *praying as usual

Young anakin : *Climbs on top of your head bc he's bored on the ship

Y/N : when can i get up from my rukuk (bow)...

Boba : so you cant married with a non.. Muslam men?

Fem!Y/N : muslim. And yes, if im a boy i could marry a non muslim women-

Fennecc : how about marrying men?

Fem!Y/N : thats prohibited, its against the rule-

Fennecc : *slams on the table* YOU CANT BE GAY?

Fem!Y/N : YOU LITERALLY LET A MAN USING A TIN CAN SLIDE LIKE THAT BUT YOU CANT UNDERSTAND ME THAT I CANT BEING GAY? THATS RELIGION SHAMING-

Ahsoka : *eats pork* you want one?

Y/N : no pork is prohibited in my-

Ahsoke : *spits it out* WAIT YOU CANT BE A JEDI IF YOU EAT PORK?

Y/N : IM NOT EVEN FINISH TALKING AHSOKA

234 notes · View notes

paradiseinaverno · 2 years

Text

masterlist

all my (acknowledged) works listed here !

request ‘rules’

*reader is generally gender neutral unless otherwise stated!

below are some characters i write for too. feel free to request!

the sandman

below is everything i’ve written for the sandman !

morpheus;

hc; playing with morpheus’ hair

in your dreams (hc)

morpheus falling in love with a human reader (hc)

my eclipsed sun; a chance encounter with your lover’s sibling leaves you full of doubt. you are utterly broken down; and morpheus knows exactly why.

sixty pages and silver linings (soon)

johanna constantine:

mary on a cross (fem!reader); where johanna constantine grows quite fond of a coffee shop owner with some magic of her own.

tides of time (fem!reader) (soon)

death;

death becomes her (fem!reader); a deal with a devil goes awry when death herself intervenes. trading your soul for eternal beauty? how about a date with death? (coming soon)

star wars

obi wan kenobi

anakin skywalker

han solo

leia organa

luke skywalker

ahsoka tano (my queen)

the marauders

below is everything i’ve written for the marauders

sirius black :

oh my lonely heart; you’re in love with the biggest flirt hogwarts has ever seen. unfortunately, he doesn’t feel the same way.

part i | part ii

129 notes · View notes

d-a-n-n-y-y · 8 months

Text

Imagine...

Prince!Luke skywalker x knight! Fem reader

Being Luke's personal knight bodyguard and you always kept being serious about your job,your duty,and serving the Skywalker family and him immediately falling for you secretly,he wont admit it and he kept a secret to himself to his parents except his sister princess leia knows(dont worry she won't tell either kept teasing him about it,you being oblivious about it.

#kind of inspired by anidala? a senator and a jedi knight ofc #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #luke skywalker x y/n #luke skywalker x fem reader #star wars x reader #sw x reader #i had to picked this gif because it looks awesome for no reason also bit badass like reader #fantasy #knight #au #star wars au #star wars fanfiction #fantasy au #‽

40 notes · View notes

dailydragon08 · 8 months

Text

The Storm

Pairing: Luke Skywalker x F!Jedi!Reader Summary: After an undercover mission that didn't go quite according to plan, you and Luke wait out a sandstorm in an abandoned farmstead--where Luke's past has been quietly and ominously waiting. Warnings: emotional Luke, Reader is suffering calcification/electrocution side effects and has several bruises, is in a bit a revealing dress for a bit, but not for long and is covered by Luke's cloak the entire time, allusions to canon-typical violence/battles. A/N: "Remnants" is a series of one shots in no particular order about the budding relationship between you and Luke as he trains you in the ways of the Force. Sequel to A Crime of a Different Kind. Find me on AO3 under DragonHeartstring360 and see my masterlist linked in my pinned post on my blog! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

***

You clutched Luke’s hand tightly as the wind battered sand against you, squinting at your surroundings. Not that there was much to see—everything was hazy through the sandstorm and you were travelling across an empty plain anyway. The woman from the village had said this abandoned farm was a half hour’s walk, but it felt like you’d been going for hours now. Your body still ached and stung from the shock cuffs and several bruises were forming where you’d been unable to block blows from Aros and Halfoc’s men.

“Are we getting close?” you shouted over the gale, squeezing your fellow Jedi’s hand.

He turned, eyes narrowing as he looked straight into the wind. He’d lamented his unpreparedness in only bringing his cloak and no goggles—but in his defense, this wasn’t exactly the expected outcome for this mission. His golden-brown hair whipped in the wind and you were so mesmerized by it, you almost missed his reply. “Yes. Just a few more minutes. Are you doing all right?”

You hesitated. If you were being honest, your legs felt like they were collecting bricks with every step you took and the exhaustion was beginning to overtake you. If you weren’t holding Luke’s hand, you were sure you would’ve fallen over long ago. “Um, yeah, I’m fi—”

“I can tell you’re not. Come here.” He stopped just long enough to lift you bridal style, turning so you faced away from the wind and trekking on. “Once we get there, I want to use the first aid kit and make sure you’re not suffering any calcification.”

“Luke, I’m really fi—”

“You’re not fine. I can sense it.”

You sighed, but relented and leaned your head against his shoulder. He pressed his cheek to your forehead for a brief moment as he gave your arm and leg a squeeze where his hands clung to you. You squeezed his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck before closing your eyes.

Several minutes passed and you felt Luke tense, both around you physically and through the Force. He took in a shuddery breath, slowing for a few steps and almost coming to a halt. A large dome-like structure with a door in the middle stood just a few yards ahead of you. You thought you could make out two small mounds in the sand just to the right with…stones at the back? A glance back at him showed distant eyes and thinned lips. A muscle in his jaw twitched and you could sense the devastation in the pit of his stomach. He finally came to a full stop and closed his eyes as a stuttered whoosh left him.

You felt your heart sink seeing him like this. Unsure what the cause of his despair was, but somehow knowing this wasn’t the time to ask, you gently touched your forehead to his cheek, nuzzling your nose into his skin. He felt warm, but it was hard to differentiate grains of sand stuck to his face from stubble. He leaned his head into yours, squeezing you again for a moment before taking a deep breath, squaring his shoulders, and descending into the dome.

The stairway leading into the ground was so dark, you knew Luke must’ve been using the Force to guide him. At the bottom was another archway that led into an open-air courtyard. The whizzing sand obscured the sky through the opening overhead and several sets of oval archways and hydraulic doors littered the circular walls around you.

Luke’s empty eyes were beginning to worry you. He stared around vacantly, taking everything in before settling on a spot in the distance to see something beyond your naked eye. You could feel the grief and heartbreak pouring from him in waves, as well as a level of surprise at his own emotional response.

“You can set me down now,” you murmured, afraid to shatter the silence.

“Oh, um, sorry,” he mumbled, gently placing you on your feet before setting both your bags against the wall.

A large, metallic structure in the middle of the sandy floor caught your attention and your feet went toward it almost of their own accord. You unclasped the stay in Luke’s cloak where it hung around your waist and moved it up by your neck, lowering the hood for a better look. Before you stood two metal towers, one taller than the other, with several tubes, connectors, small domes, and more contraptions attached to them. You reached out to touch a black smudge only to realize from the texture that it was a scorch mark. Luke had mentioned this place had burned down a long time ago, probably while he still lived on Tatooine. Walking a slow circle around the towers, you realized there were many more scorch marks on the ground, walls, archways, doors—some of which weren’t even attached to their hinges anymore and hung unevenly in their frames—and even through a large archway leading to what appeared to have once been a dining room. The table was cleaved in two and hung in a V-shape with chairs that hadn’t been upright in a long time. This didn’t look like it had just been a fire—someone came here with the intention to pillage and kill. Where had Luke been when this had happened?

You turned back to your friend, but the metal towers caught your attention once more. “I wonder what they used this for.”

“It’s a moisture vaporator,” Luke answered as you made your way to the side of the towers closest to the stairwell. “That’s the chilling bar, and that’s the—the b-binary brain…unit…”

Your head whipped around at the sudden crack and emotion in his voice, surprised to see tears leaking down his face. “Luke?” Everything he’d told you about his childhood suddenly came back in a rush and your eyes went wide as you realized where you were. “Oh, Maker, Luke—”

“I’m fine,” he said, his voice thick even as more tears sprung up to bring out the blue in his eyes and his face crumbled.

You rushed over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself close against his chest. “Luke, I’m so sorry.”

Luke held you tightly, one hand traveling up your spine to wind into your hair—which was now a wreck thanks to earlier events and the storm—as he buried his face in the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You could feel his tears wetting your skin and your heart cracked in two at his loud sniffle.

You gently massaged the back of his shoulders. “Is this the first time you’ve been back here since…?”

He nodded, holding you tighter, his voice thick. “I—I came back here to bury them before I left with Ben, but…couldn’t bring myself to come inside. My last memories of this place were with i-it still intact.”

“Do we need to go find somewhere else? I don’t mind walking a bit further.”

He shook his head, holding you so tightly you struggled to breathe, but you wouldn’t dare make him release his hold now.

Several minutes passed with nothing but the wind whistling overhead and Luke’s quiet cries filling the silence. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t think I’d get…” he trailed off, his breath shaking in your ear.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” You gently worked out the tension in the back of his neck, relishing how he melted against you. “They’d be really proud of you.”

He buried his face in your neck even further before crouching slightly and lifting you up off your feet. You felt a surge of emotions swell through his chest as you let your feet dangle, unsure whether wrapping them around his waist would be too much. “I—” he choked to a halt, reconsidering his words and setting you back on your feet dying to know what they would’ve been. He pressed his forehead to yours, leaning so close you thought he might kiss you again, but pulled back at the last moment. “I’m gonna go check something. I won’t be long.”

You nodded, squeezing his hand. “I’ll be here.”

He gave you a tight smile that didn’t touch his eyes, the blues swimming with sadness and a kind of desperation that made your chest ache—although from his Force signature, the desperation didn’t seem like it had much to do with the farm or memories of his family. You tried your best to smile back at him as he walked to a hydraulic door littered with rust and soot. When the button did nothing, he relaxed his shoulders, tilting his head back and sighing. Still holding your hand tightly behind him, he lifted the outstretched fingers of the other towards the door. It groaned for a minute before falling backwards into a dark hallway. He threw one last glance at you before disappearing into the shadows, keeping hold of your hand until it was out of reach.

The courtyard suddenly began spinning and you groaned, pressing your fingers into your eyes, but it did little good. It still felt as if someone was spinning you around too fast—thinking back to Luke lifting you off the ground, you almost wished he had. You’d heard stories about how that was his preferred way to hug his sister back when he’d first joined the Rebellion and you couldn’t deny it sounded adorable. Although he might have matured past that now. But you could still dream.

The motion stopped and you finally opened your eyes, sighing and blinking away blurry spots in your vision as you shuffled towards the dining room. As you rubbed your head with one hand and flicked the wrist of the other, one of the chairs wrenched itself right-side up before you. You gingerly set yourself down, praying the old, battered material would hold your weight, and leaned against the back. You tried to picture the room as it had been—table intact, chairs neatly pushed in with Luke and his family having dinner there. You closed your eyes and again reached for the Force—

Luke in a white tunic, his hair sun-bleached with a slightly straighter nose and an ungloved right hand. Blue milk. “Just one more season—”

“Ugh, you say that every year—”

“Where are you going?”

“Guess I’m going nowhere—”

Your name snapped you out of your trance. You looked up to see Luke standing over you. His blue eyes—the same eyes that had sat at this table, much lighter and younger then, despite not much time passing—were clouded with worry and you could feel his concern seeping through the Force. Wind and sand still whistled overhead, some of it blowing in to play with his hair. “Through that back hallway, the refresher somehow still works. Do you feel well enough to walk there or do you need me to carry you?”

You stood. “I can walk.” But as you shook your head to clear it, another round of vertigo overtook you and you stumbled into Luke’s waiting arms. You took a moment to memorize how they felt around your waist before taking a step back. “I promise, I’m—I can—”

“At least lean on me?” His gaze was heavy on you and you could sense his growing trepidation as he gently smoothed some hair away from your forehead.

You sighed and nodded, a small thrill going through you as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You made slow progress and couldn’t help but admire his profile in the fading light.

“Looks like this will last the night,” Luke said, totally oblivious to your admiration. “Hopefully it will have let up by the morning and we can go back to that village and hitch a ride to the Redeemer.”

You nodded as Luke used both hands to guide you through the dark corridor. With his hands on your waist, he gently turned you into the waiting refresher. It clearly hadn’t been used in some time and the mirror was cracked and stained in several places. As you registered the sonic shower next to you, your own sand-caked face, body, and what remained of your updo stared back at you. Several pieces had escaped in the front and it was much looser than it had been when you’d arrived at Halfoc’s party. You sighed before letting Luke’s cloak fall from your shoulders. He stared at you in what could’ve easily been mistaken for awe before catching your eyes in the mirror and quickly looking towards the ground. He took his cloak from you just as you noticed a change of clothes—which covered much more than what was left of your dress, thank the Maker—on the counter.

He let his fingers linger over your back in a barely-there touch. “You go first.”

You turned to look at him. “But you should—”

“I insist. Have you ever used a sonic before?”

“Once or twice, with the Rebellion.”

“Good.” He stared at you with sad eyes for a moment before letting his hand fall back to his side. “Well, I’ll be out in the courtyard if you need anything. Just call me through the Force.”

“I will.” As Luke disappeared through the doorway, you quickly realized you couldn’t reach the clasp near the back of the dress—especially with your muscles still screaming the way they were from the shock cuffs. “Um…Luke?”

He was back in an instant. “What’s wrong?”

“Um…” your face suddenly felt much too warm, “I, uh…I can’t get the—the clasp. I can’t reach.”

Although Luke’s own face was beginning to bloom an adorable shade of red, he still nodded and slowly stepped forward as you turned your back to him. A glance in the mirror showed his hand hovering by the stays around your back for a moment before gingerly unclasping them. You crossed your arms over your chest to keep the fabric around you as the sleeves slid down your upper arms. You froze as you felt Luke’s fingertips ghosting over the back of your shoulders in a steady line, hissing as they ran over a bruise.

He withdrew his hand immediately. “I’m sorry…” He hesitated. “I’m not sure how good the sonic will feel on those. They’re all over your back.” His hands outstretched to your skin, halting mid-air. “May I…?”

You nodded, taking a shaky breath and licking your lips, trying not to read too much into how his eyes tracked the movement before repeating the gesture. You couldn’t help but sigh and close your eyes at the feeling of his warm, calloused flesh hand and cool leather of his glove on your skin. He rubbed gentle circles with his left thumb as you felt him call on the Force. For a moment, your back tingled and you winced at the pins and needles before the pain abated slightly. You risked a glance in the mirror to see Luke’s head bent towards you, his eyes closed and his face the picture of serenity that many had come to associate with the Jedi.

His retracted his gloved hand, his flesh hand hovering before gently stroking the backs of his fingers in a line down your spine. You let out the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

“I wasn’t sure,” he answered quietly, his hand coming to a stilted halt as you turned to meet his gaze. He shoved both hands into his pockets before studying his shoes. “I’ve read about Force healing in some of the old Jedi texts, but have never tried it.”

“Well,” you smiled, trying to ease the tension, “I’m glad to be your guinea pig.”

He smiled back at you, but it still did little to help lift the weight in his eyes. “I didn’t heal all of it—I’m still not sure what I’m doing, but I at least got it halfway there.” He stared at you sadly for a moment before turning to leave. “I’ll be out here if you need anything else.”

You nodded, although he was gone before he could’ve seen it. The refresher had no closeable door and you could feel your skin tingling at the thought of him being able to just poke his head in and see…well, everything as you let the offending piece of material fall to the floor, stepping out of it and into the sonic.

***

The gentle thrum of the medisensor pulled you from your sleep. While you were in the refresher, Luke had discovered his aunt and uncle’s master bedroom still had an intact mattress and he’d insisted you lay down while he had his turn with the sonic. He gently hovered the medisensor over the length of your body—which was now clad in some of your favorite comfy clothes—before meeting your eyes and switching it off.

“How’s it look?” you asked groggily.

“No lasting damage as far as I can tell. The scan says bedrest should be sufficient enough to get you back to normal.” He put the scanner back in the box before dropping it into his pack on the floor. “How are you feeling?”

“Okay, just tired.” You hesitated before reaching out to gently scratch his arm with your nails. “How are you?”

He sighed. He’d donned his Jedi blacks again, but had forgone his jacket in the heat. “I’m…I’m trying.”

“I know.” You twined your fingers through his, giving him a gentle squeeze and relieved when he squeezed back.

He scooted closer to you, reaching around to rub your aching back. You closed your eyes and couldn’t hide a contented groan. “You should get some sleep,” he murmured.

“So should you.”

“I can take the floor—”

You grabbed a fistful of his black tee, pulling part it out from where he’d tucked it into his pants in the process and giving you a flash of his tanned, muscular torso. “Don’t you dare, moisture boy.”

He rewarded you with a small laugh—well, more of an exhalation than anything and the mirth still didn’t reach his eyes. But it was the closest you’d gotten to something real since you arrived, so you’d take it. “Moisture boy? I am technically your Jedi master, you know, a bit rude—”

“Oh, please, I’ve taught you just as much.”

“That’s true.”

“So I win.”

Another small, dry laugh. “It’s not a competition.”

You smacked the decrepit mattress between each word for emphasis. “It is if I say so.” The whole frame wobbled and a plume of dust went up into the air at each smack, triggering a rather pitiful sneeze.

“Maybe don’t do that on this bed, you goof,” he grinned, dwarfing your fist in his.

“You’re not the boss o’ me.” You could feel yourself getting more exhausted with each breath, each word becoming more and more laced with the thickness of sleep.

This laugh was closer to his usual. “I am, I outrank you both as Jedi and as a commander.”

“Pulling the rank card.” You clicked your tongue. “So unoriginal.”

“Maker, just go to sleep, silly.”

“Only if you also sleep in the bed—or you take the bed and I’ll take the—”

“You are absolutely not taking the floor.”

“Well, then…” Too sleep-addled to listen to the alarm bells going off in your brain at the bold gesture, you patted the space on the double bed behind you.

Luke stared at you for a moment with a look you couldn’t identify. It was still heavy—which you doubted would disappear till long after this mission was over—but there was something…at home about the way he looked at you, which only further increased your heart rate as he gently moved some hair away from your face with a fingertip before moving to the empty side of the bed. You felt it dip before his hand resumed its massage of your back. “Are you all right on that side? I’d like to sleep closest to the door if that’s okay.”

“Yeah, this is good,” you hardly got out as your eyes drooped and the heaviness of your head overtook you, Luke’s hand on your back a gentle lullaby.

***

When you woke, two things were very different: it was much darker than it had been when Luke was rubbing your back—and there was no Luke. You rolled to take in the dusty, messy room around you, pouting when you realized the bed was void of the warm body you’d gotten so comfortable next to. You waited for several minutes to see if he’d just gone to the refresher, but when he didn’t return, reached out through the Force.

You shuffled out of bed, down the hall, and into the courtyard of the Lars’ farmstead. Wind still whistled over the opening, but it no longer brought so much sand with it. You crossed your arms tightly over your chest as the cold of the desert night hit you, following Luke’s Force signature across the sand and through the dining room. The chairs were now all upright and as tucked into the broken table as they could be. It was obvious Luke had found a broom and swept up the debris, and as you made your way through the back door into the attached kitchen, you assumed he’d done the same in there.

He leaned against one of the counters with his back to you as he fiddled with a handheld radio. At first, you thought he was calling the Alliance, but realized as he moved it looked nothing like the standard rebel equipment. You hovered in the doorway, watching for a moment as the meagre overhead light shone on his hair, his hands deftly replacing the radio’s battery with ones from his pocket. He opened another side hatch in the contraption and fiddled with some wires before a crackled song filled the room. It was hard to hear and staticky, but Luke still set the radio on the counter and continued to stand and listen for so long, you thought maybe he didn’t sense you at all.

He finally turned his head enough to show off his profile, but not enough to look at you. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

“It’s okay,” you answered quietly, afraid to disrupt the song too much. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes before slowly letting it out. He nodded, letting his shoulders droop as his head followed soon after.

You took a few tentative steps closer, twiddling your fingers. “Can I do anything?” He didn’t answer for so long, you finally turned to leave. “I’ll…just give you some space, then.”

“Stay.”

You turned back to see him staring at you with such desperate puppy eyes, you weren’t sure how anyone had ever said no to him in his entire life. The longing in them almost made you tear up and you found your feet moving quickly back towards him before you even commanded them to.

“I mean, if you’re not too tired, of course—”

“I’m good,” you muttered into his shoulder as you pulled him close.

You felt him sink into you as he returned your embrace, one hand coming up to gently move your hair aside so he could nuzzle into your neck.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed that way, gently rubbing each other’s backs and shoulders, but you knew it would never be long enough. Your ears perked up as the song changed to something a bit slower, calmer, and almost ethereal sounding. As Luke grasped you tighter and you could feel a new wave of sadness bloom in the pit of his stomach through the Force, you couldn’t help but slowly sway back and forth with him. At first, it wasn’t even meant to be to the music, but you realized quickly you were right on the beat and thought why not?

You felt Luke’s emotions intensify as you pulled back and took his hands, gently pulling them back and forth with you. Your face fell, however, and you careened to a halt as you noticed more tears pooling in his eyes. “Did I do something wrong?”

He gave you the first smile that reached all corners of his face for the first time that day, even through his tears. “It’s all right, I just…My aunt and I used to have dance parties right where we’re standing when I couldn’t sleep at night as a child. You just reminded me of that. That’s always how she’d start, by hugging me and swaying.”

“Oh, Maker, Luke, I’m so sorry. We can stop—”

“Please don’t. I…” he hesitated, his voice quietly pleading. “I want to dance with you—if, if you want.”

You wondered briefly if he knew what he was doing when he flashed you the puppy eyes again, but could only nod. You stepped back into the circle of his arms as he lifted his hip off the counter and swayed you both back and forth. The song began to gradually pick up its pace until it was something much livelier and more hopeful and you felt Luke’s spirits rising with it. He seemed shy at first, but moved to spin you in a circle under his outstretched arm anyway, growing braver at your resulting giggle. His grin lit up his whole face, his eyes finally relinquishing some of their weight, as he moved you both around the kitchen in circles, laughing with you as you two stepped on each other’s feet, bumped into the old and fragile counter and knocked things off, and not even caring when the old contraption’s static overtook parts of the song.

You felt like exploding with excitement as he held you tightly against his chest and lifted you off your feet for the second time today—this time, spinning you in a circle midair. Your daydream from earlier was nothing compared to the real thing. You didn’t even care if your vertigo returned if it meant he would do it again. In a moment of bravery—and with the two of you high on sleep deprivation or the euphoria of the song, who knew—you wrapped your legs around his waist. Laughing with him as his spins slowed, you hardly registered the fact that the radio was spouting more static than music and jumped as it sputtered and sparked to a halt.

Luke quickly set you down, turning the radio off before it could spark more and cause a fire. He turned back to you, squeezing your hand in his. “Thank you. I just…” He shook his head, at a loss for words. “Thank you.”

You squeezed back, losing yourself in tracing the scars on his face with your eyes. “Of course. But we should both get some sleep.”

He nodded, glancing at the radio—and around the derelict kitchen—one last time before following you hand-in-hand back to the bedroom.

You rolled towards the wall on the mattress, suddenly afraid to be facing him. “Goodnight, Luke.”

He murmured a gentle goodnight in return before you felt the bed shift as he rolled towards you. Just as you were falling into the land of dreams once more, you felt his hand gently rubbing your back again.

***

You weren’t sure if Luke had really been spooning you when you’d woken early that morning, his fingers tightly entwined with yours, or if it had just been a dream. You doubted you’d figure it out for a long time to come—you certainly weren’t about to ask him. You’d nestled further into him, feeling him rub the tip of his nose against your cheek, before falling back asleep—or drifting into a different dream. Either way, he was gone again when you awoke, the bright desert suns filtering through the open hall doorway into the bedroom.

You didn’t have to wonder where he was for long. Just as you sat up, yawning and running a hand through your bedhead, he appeared with a steaming tumbler of caf and set it on the wobbly nightstand next to you. His hand hovered around the cup for a moment as he eyed the wooden structure with wide eyes before turning those same wide eyes back to you as it swayed to a standstill.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his face and he chuckled with you. You could feel some sadness lingering through the Force—which was only to be expected—but he seemed at least a bit more accepting than he had been when you’d first arrived. You moved your legs to make room as he sat on the bed next to you, pulling the rations out of both your packs. You took a sip of your caf and marveled for a moment how he had made it just the way you liked it—you didn’t remember ever discussing how you took your caf with him before. His attentiveness made your stomach flutter and you shyly looked away as he handed you your breakfast.

“Thanks for the caf,” you said, almost missing his you’re welcome as you set the tumbler down on the nightstand and caught your finger in a loop of jerba leather that stuck out of the drawer. As you gently pulled yourself free, the drawer opened to reveal a necklace with a small, square piece of pale wood carved with markings. You began to take it out, but then glanced at Luke, gently dropping it back in place. “I shouldn’t be snooping, I’m sorry—”

“It’s all right.” He took a drink of water before setting his food down and carefully taking the necklace from the drawer. “I can’t believe this is still in one piece.”

You admired the carvings in companionable silence. “It’s pretty.”

He glanced up at you bashfully. “You like it?”

“Yeah, I really like the simplicity of it. Was this your aunt’s?”

“Yes. It’s called a japor snippet. The different symbols all have different meanings, like health, luck, growth, and they’re given as sort of good luck charms.”

“That’s really sweet. Did your uncle give that to her?”

“I did, actually.” He stared at you hesitantly for a moment before continuing. “They’re usually handmade gifts and I made this for her birthday one year.”

“You made this? It’s so good!”

He chuckled and looked to his feet before handing you the necklace. “Thank you. We didn’t grow up with much money, so handmade gifts like this were pretty frequent.”

“What do these symbols mean?”

You were so entranced by the fact that you were holding such a delicate item that Luke had made himself in your hands—especially picturing his big hands being so articulate and gentle—that meeting his eyes again as he explained each carving was almost jarring. “That one’s for luck, this one is for growth, this one is sort of a mashup of home and hearth, this one actually represents cooking, since she loved baking and had a dream of going to culinary school—”

“Did you cook together?” you couldn’t help but interrupt.

He smiled. “Yes, we did. I’m not sure how much of I retained and her food will always be better than mine, but those are…” his face fell slightly, “good memories.”

You felt your own smile collapse. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring it up.”

He shook his head, giving you a bittersweet stare. “It’s all right. It’s actually nice to be able to talk to someone about them.” He chuckled. “Although this wasn’t exactly how I pictured bringing a girl home…” He trailed off, staring at you with round eyes as he realized the implications of what he’d just said.

You gave him an equally surprised stare, both of you jumping in unison as Luke’s comm went off in his bag. He shoved the last of his food in his mouth before digging through his clothes to the device. Leia’s voice floated through the other end, asking for a status update as you finished off your own breakfast, taking your things to the refresher to give him some privacy.

By the time you returned, he was already up the stairs and by the front door. The storm had stopped and a gentle breeze blew Tatooine’s heat with it. You took one last look around the moisture farm—tapping into the Force once more, seeing glimpses of the comforting home it had been and feeling heat rise to your cheeks at the thought of how adorable little Luke must’ve been. You could just see him on a footstool, peeking up over the kitchen counter as his aunt made bread with flour dusting his hair and nose. The thought made you smile as you opened your eyes and ascended the stairs.

A caravan pulled by two small dewbacks stood waiting a few yards away. As the woman driving turned, you recognized her from the village earlier. She smiled. “I’m so glad you two made it! I had to come this way and back anyway, so figured I’d check on you.”

“We appreciate it,” you replied, your smile fading as you noticed Luke on his knees by his family’s graves. “We’ll be there in a second.”

The woman nodded before turning to the young child swinging their feet on the bench seat beside her.

You crouched next to Luke on the sand, noticing he held his aunt’s japor snippet reverently in his gloved hand. After several moments of silence, you laid your head against his shoulder, sending a silent thank you to the two (and unknown third) in front of you for keeping him safe and raising him to be so warm.

As if he heard your thoughts, Luke reached out and took your hand in his. “Their names were Owen and Beru. The third is my grandmother, Shmi, who I never got to meet.”

“I’m sorry I can’t meet them in person.”

He turned to look at you with a sad smile, rubbing gentle circles against your skin with his thumb. “Beru especially would’ve loved you.”

You felt your heart swell and buried your face in Luke’s shoulder so he wouldn’t see your watery eyes. He pressed his cheek to your hair, sighing before helping you to your feet. He kept a tight grip on your hand the whole way to the wagon, insisting on lifting you by your waist into the back.

As the woman from the village guided the animals back towards her home, the little boy on the bench turned and peppered you with questions—where did you come from? What were you doing here? Did the laser sword at your belt mean you’re a Jedi? Could he be a Jedi? Could he play with your sword?

He occupied so much of your attention that you hardly had time to figure out what exactly Luke was hunched over with his knife. Between questions, you took in the scenery of what had once been his home, interrupted by your arrival at the village and the trek back to where the Redeemer was hidden behind two large boulders. You sighed with the feeling of finally coming home as you settled into the copilot’s seat, watching the engines kick up sand almost as thick as the storm you’d just passed through.

After getting some much needed rest and making sure R2, who had stayed with the ship, received adequate attention, you and Luke soon exited hyperspace to see Ajan Kloss fast approaching through the windshield. As you returned to your chair in the cockpit, Luke surprised you by pulling something familiar out of his pocket and handing it to you.

An uncharacteristic nervousness poured through the Force. At first, you thought he was handing you Beru’s japor snippet, but then noticed it safely nestled around his own neck. The japor snippet he handed you was a bit rounder in shape, smaller, and included a thinner, more delicate circle of jerba leather.

“I made this for you,” he finally said, his voice clear and smooth, but you could see the bashfulness creeping its way into his cheeks and eyes. “I just…couldn’t have gotten through that without you and wanted to find a way to say thank you. Just—for everything.”

You gently touched the piece of wood with your finger where it lay in his cupped hands. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He gave you a small smile, his usual warmth back in his eyes. “I wanted to.”

You turned your attention to the piece of jewelry in front of you, finally taking it into your own hands to get a closer look. “Some of these symbols look different.”

“Those are the same ones for health, luck, and growth you saw on Beru’s. But this one’s for knowledge, peace, um…” he hesitated at two lines, the bottom much shorter than the top, “there isn’t really a symbol for Jedi, but I tried to make something that looked like a lightsaber. Which didn’t turn out great, but I did my best.”

You could barely contain your joy as you met his gaze. “I love it.”

His shoulders sank in relief. “Do you really?”

“Yeah, it’s never coming off. Thank you so much.”

He chuckled. “Well, it’s not the most waterproof material, so it should probably come off sometimes.”

“Oh, wait, what’s this symbol?” You gestured to two slightly asymmetrical semi circles that almost touched, but not quite and wound around the opposite sides like an embrace.

“That’s…” he licked his lips, glancing at the approaching planet below, “for familial affection.”

“But you said that,” you pointed to a different symbol on Beru’s, “was familial affection. This one looks different.”

Luke held your gaze as if he was trying to tell you something with his eyes alone. The Force revealed many emotions swirling in his chest that were too entwined to pry apart and identify as he licked his lips. “It…What I carved for you is a little different, yes. But close.” He turned back to the ship controls in front of him, turning his head slightly as you continued to stare at him with questioning eyes. “Just know it means I care for you…deeply.”

You felt your stomach twist and flip in a way that almost made you nauseous with the strength of it. You unclasped the stay at the back of the leather strip and quickly put it on. As Luke turned his full attention to guiding the ship home with your help, you knew the memory of his lips would haunt you for months to come.

#luke skywalker #star wars #luke skywalker x reader #star wars x reader #luke skywalker imagine #star wars imagine #star wars fanfiction #luke skywalker fanfiction #luke skywalker fluff #star wars fluff #luke skywalker angst #star wars angst #luke skywalker x fem!reader #luke skywalker x jedi!reader #star wars remnants #my writing

124 notes · View notes