Whipped - Luke Skywalker X GN Reader
Title: Whipped
Luke Skywalker X GN Reader (Han X Leia included)
Additional Characters: Han, Leia, Chewie, R2D2, C3PO (Mentioned), Yoda (Mentioned), Rebel Alliance people (Mentioned), and TIE Fighters (Mentioned)
Requested by @micheleamidalajedi
WC: 2,325
Warnings: Luke is smitten, teasing, taunting, anxiety, nervousness, wingman Han, wingwoman Leia, baby angst, bets, joke fighitng mentioned, fighting mentioned, blasters mentioned, killing so of briefly mentioned, set sometime during The Empire Strikes Back, confession, friends to lovers, cute name-calling (on Leia's part), and fluff
Luke sighed, his hand resting on his chin as his half-lidded daydreaming eyes gazed at you from afar. You were brushing your hair, talking to Chewie and Leia about something, your occasional laugh echoing throughout the base. The sound of your voice was enough to make him smile in an idyllic way and he wished for nothing more than to hear that melodic voice forever. He didn't know if this was a crush or not but Luke couldn't help it; he had been smitten ever since your first encounter a while ago. He thought you were beautiful, the most beautiful person he'd ever encountered. He felt a pang of sadness whenever he thought about the fact that he couldn't have you all to himself, and so often he would find himself fantasizing about what could happen between the two of you. And every time, he would melt into a puddle of goo.
You had taken a liking to Luke, thinking he was quite adorable. It wasn't long before you found yourself gravitating towards him even though you couldn’t go a couple sentences before freezing up. You didn't think you'd be so shy, usually, you were good at conversation with others, but with Luke... You stumbled over your words. Every time you opened your mouth to speak to him, you found yourself unable to utter a single word. It was quite strange because he seemed so nice, kind, and funny. You didn't understand how anyone would be able to not resist such an angelic-looking face, yet here you were doing just that, falling hopelessly in love with him.
Leia saw right through you, she saw the way you looked at Luke, almost longingly. "What are you waiting for?" She teased when she noticed your fidgety state. "Go talk to him." She encouraged, trying to contain her own happiness over the fact that you had a crush on the young man. "He has been staring at you for days now." She pointed out. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say he liked you too."
"He doesn't." Your cheeks burned at the accusation. "He couldn't possibly." You muttered sadly, shaking your head. You had only known the boy for a few months, after all. You weren't sure he liked you back. But there was a small part of you, deep down, that hoped. Hoped that maybe, just maybe, he did. That hope was the only thing keeping you going as you continued to brush your hair and occasionally glance up to gaze dreamily at Luke. You loved this boy already. You were hopelessly in love with him and you wanted nothing more than to tell him.
Looking up, you watched as Luke's eyes widened before he quickly looked away, turning to face Han instead with his hidden blushing face, making you second-guess. You chuckled at the sight of him getting flustered either way, your heart swelling with joy. His attention warmed your heart more than you could ever express to anyone else. You smiled fondly before you returned to your brushing, before placing down your brush and turning back to Leia and Chewie. They gave you a knowing look, a silent message for you to just do it already. But you stayed sitting, your nerves getting the best of you.
Han smirked as he watched Luke look away from you with a blushing face after he got caught, his lips curling upwards, his eyes crinkling at the edges. "I think they like you, kid," Han spoke up, his tone amused. "They're just too shy to say anything."
The blush on Luke's face darkened at the statement. "Really? It doesn't seem like it." He muttered. "It seems like it's just..." He trailed off again, unsure what he wanted to say. "Like they don't really want me around them. Like I'm annoying them."
Han let out a bursting laugh, surprising Luke as he stared at Han with furrowed brows, "Luke, buddy, as I said... They are just shy. You need to make the first move if you truly care about them." He paused, "Besides, it isn't their fault you're too blind to see that they like you."
Luke pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes slightly, "How do you even know about all this? How can you be so sure?"
Han smirked lightly, shrugging as he stuffed his hands into his pants pockets, "Oh, you know... I know when someone likes me." He answered, his eye glancing over to Leia briefly. "It's a talent to know when there's romantic tension in the air."
Luke gave Han a look, "Uh-huh." He said slowly, eyeing him suspiciously, "And what makes you think there is romance?" He questioned, narrowing his eyes. "Maybe they think of me as a friend and are still just shy." He concluded.
"That." Han waved his pointer finger in the air, and Luke's eyes followed confused, "Do you see it?"
"See what?"
Han sighed, "The love in the air."
Luke groaned and got up, rolling his eyes, "I'm done with you..."
"Hey! Luke! Don't run from love!" Han called out to Luke as he quickly walked away, embarrassed.
You, Chewie, and Leia walked over to Han, confused. "What's up with Luke?" You asked as Leia and Han gave each other a brief glance before both shrugging.
"It's probably nothing," Han replied. "He's being dramatic again."
"You should go check on him," Leia suggested to you. "You always know how to cheer everyone up."
You bit your lip, "Okay..." You mumbled before walking away in search of Luke, gaining the confidence you needed.
"Who do you think will confess first?" Han asked, crossing his arms, watching as you left the room. "My credits are on Y/N."
Leia mimicked Han's stance, crossing his own arms, "Sppf, oh no, my credits are on Luke."
Han smirked, glancing down at Leia, "Well, if I win, I get to have a drink with you."
Leia rolled her eyes, "And if I win, Chewie and I will braid your hair."
Han furrowed his eyebrows, "My hair's too short to braid, princess."
"That's what you think," Leia smirked.
~~~
You wandered over to find Luke in the cockpit, he was sitting in the corner of the room, on the corner booth; just staring off into the distance as the ship hummed deeply. "Are you okay?" You asked as you sat next to him, causing him to jump in surprise. "Sorry," you apologized with a chuckle, "I didn't mean to scare you."
Luke shook his head, smiling softly at you, "No, it's alright." He responded. "Is everything alright?" He inquired.
You gave him a small smile, "You didn't answer my question first." Your voice grew serious, "Are you alright?" Your tone was soft and you stared up at Luke with concern, swallowing hard as you pushed your nerve down.
Luke took a moment to respond, before pursing his lips and nodding, "Yeah, I'm okay." He then turned to you, "What about you? Are you okay?"
You nodded your head as you averted your gaze from his, "Yeah, I'm fine. Everything is alright."
"Good..." Luke hesitated before continuing, "So, what were you, Chewie, and Leia talking about?"
You shrugged, "Nothing much, just asking Chewie about Kashyyyk." You muttered before taking a glance at the young man before you, "What about you and Han? What were you two talking about?"
Luke quickly glanced away from you, rubbing the back of his neck as he let out an awkward laugh, "Nothing special. Just Han messing around with me."
"Do you want me to talk to Leia about him? You know she'd kick his butt if anyone asked." You offered and Luke chuckled lightly.
"Could you? That'd be great." He joked as the two of you laughed together for a moment, before falling into a nerve-racking silence.
You glanced nervously at Luke, as he gazed at you. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You're awfully quiet today." He commented as you tilted your head to the side.
You frowned, "Am I?"
He nodded his head, "Yeah, but I... I mean you're quiet most of the day... But, are you really okay?" Luke asked worriedly, and you let out a little giggle.
"Yeah, I am okay, Luke. Don't worry." You sighed, your hands fiddling in your lap, "You worry too much."
"I'm not that bad." He pouted.
"You're worse than me," You corrected as you playfully nudged him in the arm. "But I'm okay, really. I'm sorry that I've been acting weird lately."
Luke shook his head, noticing your fidgeting hands and taking one of your hands in his. "No, no, I get it. You don't have to apologize." Your fingers tightened around Luke's hand in response. "You know... I... I really admire you. I admire you so much, Y/N. You're strong, smart, beautiful... A wonderful person." You looked away from him, feeling your cheeks flush.
"Thank you, Luke. That means a lot. And... You're all those things and more too." You bit your lip nervously, looking back up at him, "I admire you too. So much."
"Y/N, listen-" He began, but something hit the ship, cutting him off.
Han ran into the cockpit with Chewie, landing in their seat to get out of autopilot before flying around; trying not to get hit by any more blasts.
"Kid, I need you at the blaster!" Luke stood quickly and ran to the blaster, leaving you at the booth.
"Can you get away from them?" Leia asked, stumbling over to hold tight to Han's seat.
"You know I can, your Highness, would you kindly sit down?" Han asked through gritted teeth as he turned the wheel, maneuvering past another blast.
"How long until we get to Hoth?" You asked, and Chewie belted, and you sighed. It was going to be a long and bumpy ride.
~~~
It had taken a while, but Luke was able to shoot the TIE Fighters, and soon after that, you went into hyperspace; entering Hoth's atmosphere. Time was moving so fast, it felt like right as you landed Luke was going off to find some Jedi Master. You hardly had any time to really spend time with him. He could hardly talk to you, having to get ready to go along with going to mission debriefs. You spent most of your time on the sidelines, watching Luke rushing around, and Chewie working on the Falcon as Han did... Whatever he was doing, as Leia spoke with other Rebel leaders, and R2 and 3PO bickering in the corner.
As Luke rushed by, wearing his orange suit, carrying his helmet in his arms, you rushed over. The large metal claw grabbed R2 and placed him in the back seat of the X-Wing, R2 whistling and beeping in annoyance. Leia and Han peeked out behind a hall, watching as you said your goodbyes to Luke before he flew off to Dagobah. They watched as Luke pulled you into a long hug, holding onto you for just a little bit longer than necessary; you even seemed like you never wanted to let go. And you didn't.
"Do you have to go?" You asked softly, digging your face into Luke's neck as he held his arms tightly around your waist.
"Yeah," He muttered, "I do."
"Can't I come with you?" You asked, practically begging as Luke chuckled gently, pulling back.
"My ship won't have enough room. It'll only hold R2 and I." He spoke, and you glanced up at R2D2 as he whistled, making you sigh.
You pouted lightly as you stared into his deep blue eyes, "You'll be safe, won't you?"
"Of course, I will." He smiled softly down at you, reaching forward with one hand and stroking through your hair soothingly, "Besides, I'll get to see you again soon, okay?" You nodded slowly, before stepping back to give him space.
Luke bit his lip briefly, as he stared at you, before turning around to head up to the ladder. Pausing halfway, Luke quickly turned around and rushed over, taking you into his arms, and kissing you deeply. Surprised, you slowly melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pressed his body against yours, kissing you hard and passionately. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him, and lifting you slightly off the ground. Pulling away, he buried his head into your neck, gripping you as he breathed heavily.
When he pulled back, you smiled softly at him before pecking his lips once more. "Be careful." You whispered, resting your forehead against his.
He nodded his head, "I will." He promised, pressing one last kiss to your lips before pulling away from you completely and climbing up the ladder. Luke glanced at you once more before slipping on his helmet and closing the X-Wing hatch closed. You sighed, walking backward slowly, giving room for the Wing to lift off. Han and Leia stood beside you, the three of you waving as Luke flew off. You let out a sigh, and Leia rubbed your shoulder.
"He'll be fine." She assured you.
You nodded your head, letting out a sigh, "I hope so..." You trailed off. "I know so."
Leia squeezed your shoulders comfortingly before she turned to Han, "I win, fuzzball."
Han's jaw dropped in offense, "Fuzzball!? Who are you callin' Fuzzball!?" He asked indignantly as the two of them walked off, leaving you to stand alone in the center of the hangar.
You let out a chuckle before running your fingers through your hair, sighing contently, staring off into the distance as you thought about Luke. Your mind drifted back to when he kissed you, how his hands felt so soft against your skin, how his lips felt so warm against yours, how perfect his kiss tasted, how amazing he felt against you; everything. He made you feel like nothing else mattered in the entire universe, and you loved every minute of it.
823 notes
·
View notes
STAR WARS MASTERLIST
🎸 | Main Masterlist | 🎸
-Anakin Skywalker-
Nothing here yet..
-Obi-Wan Kenobi-
Nothing here yet..
-Luke Skywalker-
Nothing here yet..
-Din Djarin/The Mandalorian-
Nothing here yet..
28 notes
·
View notes
Hi! Can I request a fluffy/comfort Luke x Reader, where reader has just been going through a lot and Luke is there to have their back and make them feel better? Thanks!
The Storm Will Pass
Pairing: Luke Skywalker x GN! Reader
Summary: When the weight of the world becomes too much to bear, Luke is there to comfort you.
Warnings/Content: Mentions of blood/injury, minor bullying, alcohol, feelings of depression, strong language, angst ending in fluff, mutual pining.
A/N: my first request! be warned tho - it’s very long. also i apologise in advance for any unfamiliar slang, i’m scottish lmao. that being said i hope you enjoy, pls let me know what you think! <3
──────── ༻❁༺ ────────
It had felt like the entire universe had been against you recently - if such a thing was possible. It had been a busy couple of weeks for you and your rebel comrades, what with the Alliance moving its new base of operations to the ice planet of Hoth, you'd barely had a moment to breathe.
The transition to your new home, Echo Base, hadn’t been the most straightforward. Immediately upon arrival, there were issues; starfighters wouldn’t fire up due to the cold, equipment had gone missing in transit. Since then almost every day something had gone wrong, and as luck would have it - or rather lack thereof - today would be no different.
You were currently in the repair hangar perched on top of a Blue Squadron X-Wing trying to fix its faulty hyperdrive, your grey overalls and padded snow jacket covered in oil and grime. This was the third time this hyperdrive had packed in this week, and now the task of repairing it again had been assigned to you. You’d been at it all morning; removing parts, dismantling parts, putting them back together with your hypdrospanner or replacing them entirely, trying to get the ship back in full working order.
Your hands, which were gloveless as it was the only way you could reach and grab smaller components in tight spaces, were freezing which only made the job more difficult. Why High Command couldn't have chosen to establish their new headquarters on a planet with a tropical climate instead, you had no idea.
"You're still working on that hyperdrive, Y/L/N?" You looked down to the hangar floor to see the unimpressed face of the base’s Chief Technician glaring up at you.
You swallowed nervously and assured him, "I'm almost done, sir."
But that answer wasn't satisfactory, "Do you think if the Empire were to find this base they'd give us a fair chance and wait around until our ships were in working order before launching an attack? No - so get a move on!"
"Yes, sir." you nodded, your voice quiet and heart pounding.
Shaking his head as he stormed off, the older man left you to it. You sighed, returning to your work. Miserable git, you thought to yourself. He'd been getting on at you and the other technicians even more so than usual, probably because of the huge backlog of repairs yet to be done due to the missing equipment. Just a few days ago he'd called you 'useless' for being a minute late for your shift. You were exhausted from all the overtime you’d been doing recently, which was why you’d slept in, but that wasn’t a good enough excuse - he’d made that clear when he threatened you with disciplinary action if it happened again.
Knowing it'd only be a matter of time before he came back and gave you another earful, you quickened your pace, trying to get this hyperdrive fixed as soon as possible. However, just as you were going to install a new coupling, in your haste your hand grazed against the edge of some sharp metal inside the hyperdrive bay.
"Ah fuck!" you seethed as you dropped the coupling and clutched your injured hand, the gash across your palm beginning to bleed. Great, what next? Quickly grabbing a rag from inside your jacket pocket you crudely wrapped it around your hand, biting down hard on your bottom lip to stop yourself from emitting a very loud string of curse words, before climbing down the ship's ladder and going to find help.
Half an hour later you were sat on a bed in the base's med bay, your hand being tended to by one of the Alliance's medical droids. You zoned out on your boots and the sterile white floor beneath them as 2-1B finished stitching up your wound, occasionally wincing in pain when it hurt most. You couldn't believe you'd made such a rookie mistake. You were an experienced technician; in the Alliance long enough that you could probably take apart an X-Wing and put it back together with your eyes closed. You could only imagine the lecture you were going to receive from the Chief Techie about your carelessness, probably in the middle of the main hangar for everyone to witness.
But you could hardly focus on that. Sitting here, you could feel the exhaustion of the last few weeks washing over you, your mind drifting a million parsecs away. Being in the Alliance was always hard work - you had signed up for it - that wasn’t the problem. It was the frayed patience’s of your colleagues, the gruelling extra hours and being stuck on a frozen hellscape which didn’t help general morale one bit.
You were brought back to reality by 2-1B talking you through the aftercare of your wound and to return in a week to have your stitches removed. Thanking the medical droid for his aid, you hopped down from the bed and left the med bay, sighing quietly as you walked through Echo Base’s maze of underground tunnels.
༻❁༺
You couldn't return to duty until your hand had begun to heal so you retreated to your quarters for the rest of the evening. Your roommate was working a late shift which meant you had the room to yourself, a fact you were quite happy about as the last thing you wanted to do after today's events was socialise. You were laying there in your bunk reading a holobook absentmindedly when there was a knock at the door.
Getting out of your bunk and padding over to the entrance to your room, you worried about who it might be. Pressing the button to open it, the hydraulic door whooshed open to reveal your best friend Luke, still dressed in his orange flight suit, “Hey!”
Your eyes widened in both surprise and joy, “Luke!" you practically jumped into the boy’s arms, “I wasn’t expecting to see you till next week - when did you get back?”
“About five minutes ago. The mission was over sooner than planned.” Luke laughed, hugging you back. He was about to pull away but your arms around him didn’t loosen. You closed your eyes as an unexpected wave of emotions hit you, compelling you to hold him just that little bit longer. The pilot didn’t question it, he just rubbed your back comfortingly as the two of you continued to embrace.
Luke had been on a relief mission with his squadron to the Eriadu system for two weeks. It was always hard to watch him leave on long missions, being as close as you were, not knowing if you’d see him again. This time though, what with everything going on, it had been even harder, “I’m so glad you’re back.” you mumbled into his shoulder before finally letting him go.
“So am I,” Luke gave you that sweet smile which always made your heart flutter. However, his cheerful expression immediately changed to one of concern when he noticed your bandages, “Hold on, what happened to your hand?”
Taking your injured hand gently in his, you reassured him, “Oh, that? Stupid mistake while fixing an X-Wing today. Just a couple of stitches - I’ll live.”
“Still, must be painful,” Luke grimaced, “You sure you’re okay?”
You nodded, "It’s actually not that bad. Those medical droids patched me right up, and the painkillers I was given have been taking the edge off. If the pain gets worse, I can always take enough to completely knock myself out - then I won’t feel a thing.” you joked.
“Yeah, maybe don’t do that,” Luke chuckled, running his thumb over the back of your bandaged hand, his eyes softening, “I really missed you, Y/N.”
You pushed your emotions down into the pit of your stomach, giving him a wavering smile, “I missed you too.”
Carefully letting go of your hand, Luke gestured to the door, “The squad and some of the others on base are having a couple of drinks to celebrate the success of the mission. You’ll be joining us, right?”
Your smile had faltered almost completely, “I dunno, Luke. As much as I’d like to, I’m just not…feeling it tonight.”
You hoped your friend wouldn’t pick up that something else was wrong, but Luke knew you too well. He stepped forward again, “Are you sure there’s nothing else bothering you? You don’t seem…yourself?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Honest. I’m just tired…that-that’s all…” Before you could stop it from happening, a lone tear rolled down your cheek. Embarrassed, you quickly wiped it away and avoided eye contact with the boy in front of you.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Luke moved closer, cupping your chin to encourage you to look up at him, the gentle act just making it harder not to completely fall apart.
“I’m-I’m sorry, I dunno where that came from," you managed to utter with a shaky voice as you waved your hand dismissively, "Just ignore me, I’m being an idiot.”
“No, you’re not. C’mon, sit down.” the pilot coaxed softly, bringing you over to the edge of your bed and sitting you down. You’d managed to stop more tears - for now. But the way Luke was looking at you, with those blue eyes filled with such care and concern, you knew you’d be struggling to keep them at bay. Sitting down beside you, he ran his hand up and down the side of your arm, “What’s going on?”
As much as you wanted to bottle it up and insist that you were fine, there wasn't much point. You knew that if you really didn’t want to go into detail, Luke would understand, but he was your best friend - he was the last person you'd want to lie to.
“It's nothing, it’s just…these last few weeks, as you know, have been so hectic. I think the stress is just getting to me a bit, that’s all.”
"You wanna talk about it? Only if you want to, of course." Luke asked. It never failed to amaze you just how kind the former farmboy was. His aunt, who he rarely talked about but from what you'd gathered from past conversations was like a mother to him, had done an outstanding job raising him, that was for sure.
You sighed quietly, “Well, the Chief Techie has been on my case, but that’s nothing new.”
Luke scoffed at the mention of his name, well aware of how he could be from the many stories you had told him, “Asshole.”
“Agreed,” you replied, “He’s been relentless recently. No matter what we do, or how fast we work, it’s not good enough for him. He had a go at me today for taking too long on a task. That’s how I made that mistake and injured myself - because I was rushing.” you looked down at your bandaged hand, “Still, I should have been more careful.”
“Are you being serious? Y/N, that’s not okay,” Luke stated, his voice stern, “I can mention this to Command, if you want?”
That brought an amused smile to your face, “Of course, I forget - you have the power to do that now, Commander Skywalker.” you emphasised the title of his new rank.
“I’m not looking for a power trip opportunity,” Luke rolled his eyes and nudged your arm, “I’m trying to look out for you.”
“I know you are, Luke,” you reached over and took his hand in your uninjured one, “And I’m grateful for that, but it’s not just him. I haven’t mentioned it before but…I’ve not been feeling like myself for a while now,” tears began to well in your eyes, “I’ve been trying to stay positive, brush it off as fatigue but, I dunno, I’ve just been feeling so…useless lately. Like I can’t do anything right. And after these last couple of weeks, I think I might be starting to believe it.”
Before you could stop it from happening, tears began to stream down your cheeks as you covered your mouth to silence a quiet sob.
“Hey, come here. Come here.” Luke said softly as he immediately moved closer and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him. Letting the floodgates open, you cried into the pilot's chest. Luke rested his chin on top of your head as he held you tightly, one hand rubbing your shoulder; the other gently combing through your hair, "You're not useless, Y/N. I've never met anyone more knowledgeable and hard-working as you - and I'm not just saying that because you're my friend. Please don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
You couldn't even respond due to your outpour of emotions so you just closed your eyes and sank further into him, his body warmth which radiated against you welcoming against the cold air of Echo Base. He smelled faintly of hyperfuel and standard-issue soap, and you knew that if you weren’t so upset you’d probably be blushing furiously at your close proximity. Your feelings towards Luke had grown from that of friendship to something more a while ago, and while you suspected he might feel the same, neither of you had dared to make a move out of fear of ruining the relationship you already had. You were fond of the farmboy’s company and the bond you shared, it was too precious a thing to risk losing. But that didn’t stop your gaze from falling to his lips when he spoke to you, or your heart from skipping a beat when you made him laugh and your mind from wandering; lost in tender thoughts about what could be. After a while, your tears began to cease.
"I’m so sorry, Luke. You’ve been back all of ten minutes and you've already had to deal with this.” you managed to say between stuttered breaths, fearing you'd made a complete fool of yourself and your friend uncomfortable.
“Don’t be silly, there’s no need to apologise. If anyone should, it’s me,” You looked up at him confused, “I’m sorry you’ve been going through this, Y/N. I want you to know that if you need someone to talk to, vent to, or cry to,” he reached over and gently wiped away the last remaining tears away from your reddened cheeks, “No matter what, even if I’m away on a mission, I’ll be at the other end of that comlink as soon as I can. I’ll be there for you - always.”
You smiled gratefully, “Thank you, Luke.”
Smiling back, the pilot hesitated slightly before leaning in and placing a kiss on your forehead, the loving act surprising you as he’d never done anything like that before. You looked at each other for a moment after. Neither of you said anything because you didn’t know what to say, but luckily you didn’t have to - what could be read in your eyes said more than enough. The two of you would talk about it later as the sound of Luke’s said comlink interrupted the silence.
“That’s Wedge wondering where I am.” Luke said as he started getting up, “You sure you won’t come along, even just for a bit?”
You thought about it for a moment, now feeling a hundred times better than you did the first time he’d asked, “You know what? I will actually," you smiled and put on your boots, "Only if Han's there, though. Is the Falcon still here?"
"Yeah, it was there when I walked through the main hangar, I don't think him and Chewie are leaving till the morning," Luke gave you a curious look as he helped you put your heavy snow jacket on when he noticed you struggling one-handed, "Why?"
"Because I need cheering up and he's great entertainment after a few drinks," you explained, "It's like he has a complete personality transplant!"
Luke laughed at your comment as the hydraulic door opened and the two of you left your quarters, "Don't let him hear you say that."
"Can’t make any promises, but I’ll try my best." you chuckled as Luke nudged your arm amusedly again, the two of you walking through the frozen corridors of Echo Base to meet up with the rest of your rebel comrades.
120 notes
·
View notes
The rain will hide us
gif by @tatooineknights
Summary: Stranded on an unkown planet, you've fallen sick. Thankfully, Luke is there with you. However, you might not be the only one in need of care.
Wordcount: 2.3k
Tags: Luke Skywalker x GN!Reader, force sensitive reader, comfort, fluff, mentions of injuries, one-shot. Angst somehow got in.
The paleness of the morning starts to filtrate through the tent, drawing the dark little spots left by quiet raindrops. Their clatter serves as a gentle wake up call while, outside, an unexplored jungle sleeps.
“How are you feeling?” Before you can even shift in your sleeping bag, Luke has already turned his attention to you, lying a kind hand on your shoulder. For a second, you miss the times when you could have just watched him for a couple of minutes before choosing to signal that you’re awake.
Truth is you feel like shit. A trash compactor could have chewed and spit you out while you were unconscious for all you know. At the effort of answering his question, a raspy whine leaves your sore throat. “Better.”
He’s sitting next to you, not very convinced. There’s urgency tingling the tips of his fingers, you can feel it through the Force. “Is it okay if I check?”
An almost imperceptible shivery note haunts his voice. In the dark circles under his eyes you can sense a long and rough night. You nod. Even though you can feel the last remnants of sickness haven't completely faded from your exhausted body, the back of his hand is warm against your burning cheek and forehead. With an alleviated sigh, Luke finally lets his hand slide down your arm.
“You still have a fever, but it isn’t as high anymore.”
“What happened?”
“Do you remember the crash?”
“A little. I remember the battle, the evacuation when the ship went down.” The mission you embarked on seems to have failed spectacularly. You try to sweep away the thoughts of your fallen comrades, at least till you get back and get to know for sure how many of them are actually gone. “We got into the same escape pod and… this atmosphere messed with the navigation systems, I guess.” You grumble, rubbing the side of your head. “Why don’t I remember much after that?”
“You were trapped in the wreckage for a few minutes. I couldn’t take you out earlier. (Y/N), I’m so sorry. You got some cuts and superficial burns. Perhaps a broken rib.” Oh, so that’s what the bandages are for. And probably why you’ve been stripped down to your standard issue underwear. Suddenly, Luke avoids your gaze and an uncomfortable ripple flutters through the Force, but you’re too distracted frowning at the new scratch across his cheek.
“Did you get hurt?”
“No, I’m fine. But you… You were feverish the whole night.” He continues, bringing the med kit closer to show you a box of painkillers, an empty stim canister, an open tube of pomade, anxious to let you know everything he gave you while you were unconscious.
“It’s ok.” You set your hand over his to stop his nervous tinkering through the med kit. “I trust you, Luke. How many times have we done this? Tell me, what happened next?”
He licks his lips, then looks down at his hands. “You became really sick.”
“I’m sorry. I must have scared you. This is all my fault.” You groan before he can start giving you a thousand reasons why it isn’t. “It really is. I knew I was already sick before the mission. It was just a cold two days ago, but I guess it made me more vulnerable to whatever I caught here.”
Luke shifts closer to you, suddenly alarmed. “Why did you come to this mission then? Why didn’t you say anything?”
You remember those agonizing moments when he didn’t show up at the rendezvous point after the battle of Hoth, gone to Force knows where, while you were left alone wondering if he’d been killed. Turns out he’d just left on his own. It’s not as if he owed you any explanation, you were merely friends. He's fated to go out there and do things so far greater than anything having to do with you. So you tried to slap yourself out of this silly anxiety. After all, the others were gone with the Falcon too, and you had to resign yourself to the faith that they'd be alright.
And then Luke came back, his body battered and his spirit broken worse than you’d ever seen before or since.
Shyly, you slide your fingers out of your cover. He quickly holds them in between his palms. You’re sure the sky outside the tent would pale in comparison with the intensity of his tired gaze right now, glassy and blue. And yet, all you manage to conjure in response is a lie.
“I wanted to feel useful. The Rebellion needs all the hands it can get.”
If he realizes, he doesn’t say anything. He just leans in to warm your cold hand with his breath. Luke might not be a full Jedi just yet, but he can probably sense how tired you are of this game of claiming guilt for everything, of just rambling around the edges of what neither of you feel brave enough to say. He just knows you that inescapably well.
For now, the tent has become quiet, so quiet you can even hear him swallow. After a second of allowing yourself to stare at the muscles of his neck tense up and relax with the motion, you look down and sink your flaming face into the sleeping bag.
Against his advice, you sit up. The chill bites your exposed skin, setting a feverish tremor within your chest. However, you don’t let him make you settle back into the bedding.
“Can I say something without it turning into another exchange of apologies?” you ask. Noticing your sudden eagerness, he nods. However, his hands remain close, as if you were about to collapse. “Thank you for saving my life. Truly.”
He seems about to reply with some excuse, probably minimizing himself once again, but you raise a warning finger along with a threatening expression. It makes him laugh, brighter than he’s laughed in months. It lasts too little for your taste, but at least the smile lingers on his face.
“Ok, you win this one. Now, that pomade needs to be reapplied.”
After taking a panicked second to realize what he’s asking, you turn slightly so he can get better access to the burn, which covers the back of your shoulder and part of your right arm. Luke scooches closer till you’re basically sitting between his legs. You wonder if he notices his warmth setting you aflame, but he seems too busy readying the ointment to even look at you, his eyes half hidden under soft locks of weathered gold. However, a loaded silence falls in the tent, during which you feel the urge to cover your front with the sleeping bag.
“It’s gonna feel a little cold,” he warns before touching you, his voice barely audible.
You had already made up your mind to behave and not show any sign of discomfort, but you need to turn away to hide your face. Honestly, you’re not sure if it’s the painkillers or the surreal ambience around you, but you swear you’ve never been treated by gentler hands. As they work to spread the medicine, you hold yourself together barely enough to not just let go and plop yourself on his lap. You feel beyond beaten, and over your head a thick cloud keeps your judgment in a state of relaxed lethargy. Truth is his welcoming stance, along with the way his fingers caress your tender skin as he softly talks you through the process, isn’t helping your already lazy resolve.
“I’m so glad, it doesn’t seem like it got infected. I think there’s a chance it won’t leave a scar once we can get you proper treatment back in the fleet.”
You hum half heartedly in response, doing your best to join in the effort to evade the silence instead of entertaining the thought that you don’t actually want to go back. Because he wouldn’t be with you then. Luke has been avoiding the fleet since Bespin, and you've made up your mind to follow him for as long as he wants you around.
“Have you been awake the whole night? Meditating?”
“Not meditating. Standing guard.”
When he finishes up your new bandages, you hear the rustling of knots coming undone and, right after, you’re covered with Luke’s outer robe. Apparently, your top had to be cut off your body when he first tended to your wounds. As he helps drape the garment around your shoulders and slide your arms into the sleeves careful to not graze your wounds, the warmth it still bears surrounds you. Ah, it smells like him too.
Luke seems ready to offer an excuse to quiet your concerns over his lack of sleep, but it fizzles out before your demanding frown. A pained flare crosses behind his eyes as his Force signature heats up around you. He doesn’t mean to leave you out of his thoughts, he truly doesn’t. It’s just that lately they’ve been a mess not even he has felt ready to untangle. And, if he’s not ready to talk, you won’t push him. However, this silence is a little needle to your heart, and the jab reaches him when it becomes too painful for you to hide.
“I tried to meditate until I had to give up. I couldn’t find the peace for it. You were trembling and twisting in your sleep, burning with fever… mumbling things.”
“Were they embarrassing?” you joke, trying to lift the mood a little. However, instead of following you down that path, you feel a little tug. He’s lightly pulling at the edge of your sleeve, well, his.
“Don’t leave me. Please, stay.”
The pressure around your wrist makes it sound like an apology. Why? For letting you fall sick? For leaving you behind and going to Dagobah on his own? You’re getting tired of riddles, and you’re already trembling from the effort of sitting up straight. Your hand lands on his shoulder, a gesture that seems to finally break him out of his spiraling thoughts and look at you.
“And you did. You stayed.”
An exhalation later, you’re buried in his chest. It’s hard to tell who initiated the hug when you’re enthralled by how melting into each other makes everything else melt away. Luke’s hands travel down your hair, and you wonder when taking in this soothing became as easy as breathing. Well, not exactly. There needs to be a spell, a certain quietness to the air like the one flooding the tent right now. Melancholy is usually the trigger, the signature to the wordless contract between the two of you that grants you permission to indulge in this kind of comfort. Later you’d usually dream awake about it, lost in the memory of what feels forbidden during the daylight. It aches a little that at least one of you needs to be in some kind of pain to feel allowed this kind of intimacy.
A sigh brushes against your ear as Luke barely dares to talk in a whisper. “What if I can’t do this?”
“Don’t worry, the Rebellion knows we’re here, we’ll be out of here in no time…”
“Not that. It’s about-” The words get lost as they’re spilled from his lips. Luke lets out a shaky breath before sinking deeper into your hair. “Everything.”
“It’s okay. I understand.”
“You always do.”
“And listen, I truly believe there’s a special path ahead of you. A bright one. However, no matter what happens, even if things go wrong, I’ll be here. I mean- we all will. We’ll love you all the same.”
You nuzzle up closer against him, prompting a pleased sigh out of him.
“I’ve been leaning on you too much.”
You chuckle, “how so? You just saved me in, like, five different ways just during the last twelve hours.”
“What you do is way more difficult.”
A hand cradles your head close to his chest, while his other arm surrounds you. And, as the silence settles once again, you finally feel him relax around you as your hands travel up his back. Through his thin inner tunic, the heartbeat pressed against your cheek allows itself to slow down a little.
“You take a nap now. I’ll keep watch.”
“You’re hurt,” he complains. “And sick.”
“I’ll have a blaster at hand and wake you up as soon as I hear anything outside, I swear.” You hush him before he can complain. “Do I need you to remind you of your instruction, commander? If you don’t rest you’ll compromise the mission.”
“And what mission is that?”
“Get back to base, safe and sound. And stick together until then.”
Luke brushes your cheek with his thumb, as if to check again if your fever has gone down enough to leave the task to you. “Yeah, I might be able to do that.”
So you get back in the sleeping bag so as to not get cold, and he lays down over it next to you. He does so a bit skittish at first, so you interlock his fingers with yours and guide him down to the most comfortable spot, next to you. Soon, exhaustion defeats any remaining fear and Luke feels brave enough to wrap an arm around you. Soon, sleep has taken him.With your heart coming to a halt, you finally dare to take in his features. Even though a shadow of worry still darkens his brow, his features look softer than you’ve seen lately. It takes you back to those early days in the Rebellion when you weren’t nearly as close, but talking seemed easier. So you stay awake, treasuring every deep breath and the faint rainfall in the background, until the distant buzz of the Millennium Falcon fades the spell away.
link to the source gifset
102 notes
·
View notes
Ahem can I get an a + i for the alphabet luv
Smutty headcanons below the cut:
A has been answered here!
Intimacy
Sexual gratification aside, intimacy is by far Luke's favorite part about sex. Yes, he is absolutely the type of person to refer to sex as "making love," because to him, that's exactly what it is. He wouldn't be sleeping with you if he weren't head-over-heels in love with you. If you're comfortable with it, Luke is pretty big on maintaining eye contact, giving you soft smiles from above (or below) you as he asks how you're doing. He is an absolute god at seamlessly switching between whispering sexy dirty talk and sweet nothings into your ear, all the while checking up on you both with his words and via the Force. I've mentioned this before, but he also adores holding your hand and having as close physical contact with you as possible.
At this point, Luke is so attuned to your body that he can sense your desires and your pleasure, and it heightens his all the more. As a result, sex in general is such a vulnerable, emotionally-heightened time for him, not to mention a borderline spiritual act. Your signatures are woven together in the Force, and whether or not you can feel it, he certainly can. While he won't hesitate to give you the universe--silk sheets, flower petals, candles, the whole holoromance package--he doesn't need any of that to feel satisfied with you. You're you, and that's enough.
NSFW Alphabet
49 notes
·
View notes
Anything For You
Requested by @fridathedahlia
Luke Skywalker is the definition of loyalty. He's loyal to the Rebellion, he's loyal to the Light, he's loyal to his friends, and he's certainly loyal to you.
And he'll do anything for you.
When you asked him to take care of you when you came down with an unfortunate case of food poisoning, well... a promise is a promise.
"Commander Skywalker reporting for duty!" Luke says as he enters your shared quarters with the supplies he nabbed from the medbay.
"I swear, I'm never going to eat food on Nal Hutta again," you groan. The sheets of your bed are crumpled around you haphazardly, half of them already kicked off onto the floor. Your bed's a mess, you're a mess, but you're way too tired and sick to do anything about it.
"I doubt mynock stew can even be considered food, but I applaud your bravery," he laughs. You pretend to glare at him, but you can't help the smirk that forms on your lips. His goofy charm always makes you feel better.
Luke really is on another level--if the Rebellion were to hold a contest for who was the best romantic partner, he would definitely win. For the entire day, he's been glued to your side, even going as far as holding your hair out of your face and gently rubbing your back as you're vomiting your guts out. He hasn't complained once, nor has he mentioned anything about you owing him a favor in return. Not many people are like that.
Sitting down next to you, he unpacks his satchel and pulls out a tiny bottle of light blue liquid.
"Got me a drink? Thanks, Luke," you joke.
He playfully rolls his eyes at you. "No, Y/N, I got you medicine. Hopefully it will help your stomach calm down." He dumps out the remaining contents, and out tumbles multiple high-protein nutrient bars, all different flavors. "And, I got you some rations to eat afterward."
"Thank the maker, because I'm starving."
He screws off the bottle cap and pours the med nog into it, and you wrinkle your nose at the cloying smell. It reminds you of the sickly sweet aroma of bacta combined with the burning stench of jet fuel. However, you look over at the rations--specifically the meiloorun-flavored one--and you feel your stomach growling, so you know it's a necessary evil you have to endure.
"Give it to me. I'm ready."
"Good luck, soldier."
Luke hands you the medicine and you down it in one gulp. He laughs as your expression quickly morphs into one of disgust, your face scrunching up as you stick your tongue out and gag.
"Whatever happened to the sweet, loving boyfriend who held my hair back when I was throwing up?"
"You're not throwing up now, therefore I can laugh at you."
"Meanie." You shake your head, then you grab his hand and smile. "Thank you, Luke, for going out of your way to help me. It really means the galaxy to me."
He squeezes your hand lightly. "You mean the galaxy to me, Y/N."
Tagging: (comment if you want to be tagged or you want me to stop tagging you)
@stonegoldsxcrxt
@laserbrains
@fandom-gal44
@myevilmouse
@hansonveggieclub
@lex-the-flex
@ancient-stardust
@dailydragon08
@spacesurfing
@starobi
@starryluce
@hxney-lemcn
@lukefics
@demigoddessqueens
@micheleamidalajedi
@princessxkenobi
@masterlukessaber
@star-bvrn
@rogue-kenobi
189 notes
·
View notes
I would LOVE!!! #7 with Luke if you feel comfy writing him
EEK! What an honor to write for my Lala! I hope you love a sweet sweet Luke!!
Luke Skywalker x gn!reader
Warnings: none, all fluff! pining, childhood friends
WC: 1400
7. we always used to have sleepovers as children, why would it be weird now?
Fresh off their win over the empire, Luke decided to tie up any loose ends before devoting the rest of his days to the Jedi order, or, what was left of it. Time was no longer his enemy, after all. Squeezing Leia’s hand goodbye, he climbed into his X-Wing, accompanied by R2, and set off in the direction of his old home, Tattooine. It had been years since his feet left the sandy surface for the first, and for a while he thought, the last time. There were many moments when he didn’t know if he would ever make it back, or if he even wanted to. But with the handsome pay he had received for his services, he knew the honorable thing to do was to make sure there was no animosity there towards his aunt and uncle. They had worked hard to provide for him his whole life, and he wanted to make sure they could truly rest in peace with no debts to be owed.
With a solemn heart, he descended into the dusty atmosphere, and landed gently on one of the countless sand dunes he had grown to loathe and miss simultaneously.
R2 beeped at him curtly as they made their way into town.
“I’m sorry, buddy. I promise. I clean out your tracks real well when this is done.”
You sound just like your father, he beeped back, and a boyish grin flashed across Luke’s face.
——
Luke stopped by several shops at the local market in search of clearing his uncle’s name. Most of the keepers were glad to see him, while some seemed indifferent or even skeptical of his return. The black glove covering his right hand drew a lot of eyes towards him as it stood out like an ink spot in an otherwise beige world. Hushed whispers and pointed fingers in his direction piled on as people caught sight of the saber hanging from his hip. He felt no animosity in the force though, they were just curious. He was happy to be the talk of the town for the next few days. He recalled how excited he had been as a child to catch whispers of Jedi and star pilots passing through their town.
After making a few small payments and accepting condolences paired with sincere handshakes, his business was done. When he ducked out of the last hut and started heading further away from the ship, R2 beeped a question at him.
“I just wanna see an old friend before we leave,” he called over his shoulder as the droid followed dutifully along.
Luke hoped you would be home. He asked around to see if you had a shift at the diner tonight, but got mixed answers. You lived in a small house just outside of the main town wall. It took no more than a few minutes to walk there. As the suns set, the air quickly turned from a blinding heat to a heavy chill. Pulling his hood up to keep the wind out of his wisping bangs, he stopped at your door, hesitating before knocking. There was smoke rising from the chimney and warm light spilling from the windows, so he knew you were home. But what if you didn’t want to see him. What if you weren’t alone. What if—
His thoughts were interrupted as you peeked through the crack in the door before swinging it open eagerly.
“Luke!” you called out as you threw your arms around him in a tight hug, “Oh, maker, I didn’t think I would ever see you again.”
“Boy do I have some stories to tell you,” he grinned.
“Won’t you come in for dinner? I was just about to set the table,” you urged, stepping out of the way to allow him room to duck through the doorway.
He let his hood drop from his head as he swept off his cloak in one motion and hung it neatly on the hook by the door. Your heart gave a kick as you thought about your things hanging next to his, how normal and natural it looked.
“There’s been talk all over of you joining the rebellion, blowing up the Death Star, fighting the sith! Is it true?” you asked eagerly, clasping his hand in yours and drawing him towards the kitchen. He took a deep inhale of the steam wafting from the pot on the stove.
“You know I’ll tell you everything, but can we eat first?” he smiled.
The two of you sat cozy at the small table nestled beneath a window as you listened to him talk about star ships and lightsabers and far off planets. You noticed the strain of his shoulders beneath his shirt, the way his brow sat a little heavier, the scars littered on his skin and tried to take in the fact that this was no longer the boy you grew up chasing womp rats with, the boy you whispered with all through school, giggling until you got caught. You hoped he didn’t notice your gaze lingering on the pout of his lips as he filled your house with laughter and stories of bravery in a way it hadn’t been since he disappeared. For so long, you were afraid he had died in the blaze that claimed the lives of Owen and Beru. You couldn’t think about living in a world without those blue eyes twinkling in the moonlight while the two of you were out way too late. It wasn’t until you had heard from several different people that they had spotted him in Mos Eisley that your heart was able to rest again. But oh, how it ached in his absence, how it was so full to the brim with hope for him that it became a very heavy thing to carry around.
At some point in the evening, your hand traveled across the table to rest on top of his, needing to feel his warmth to convince yourself that this wasn’t all just a beautiful dream. He noticed your eyes starting to look bleary as the moon was starting to descend in the sky.
“You’re tired. I should go,” he said quickly, withdrawing his hand from your grasp.
“No, no, you can stay. I’ll just set up a bed on the sofa,” you assured him, gathering up the bowls and spoons and carrying them to the sink.
“You don’t have to set up a whole other bed. We’ve had sleepovers before,” he teased, nudging your shoulder.
Before, you thought. Before you sprung up like a weed and were a whole head taller than me. Before you disappeared and turned my life into a whirlwind of worry.
But then something else inside of you overpowered the apprehension, a desire for closeness. You thought that, maybe if you heard him breathing right across from you, maybe if you felt his shared warmth under your threadbare quilt your heart could finally rest.
“I still sleep on the right,” you smiled.
“And I still snore.”
“I’m glad some things haven’t changed.”
——
The two of you took turns freshening up before climbing under the covers. Your bed felt much bigger when the two of you were much younger. It felt like his face was only inches from yours. Luke melted into your mattress like a bed was a luxury he had longed for, his blue eyes closing as soon as his head hit the pillow.
He looked so peaceful, you didn’t want to disturb him. A tentative hand rose to brush his hair back from his forehead, “I was so worried about you.”
“I know,” he breathed back, eyes still closed. His hand rose to meet yours, and he rested it against your cheek, “I’m here now. Please sleep.”
You weren’t sure if it was some kind of Jedi mind trickery or what, but when his fingers laced with yours, peace flooded in, making every limb heavy and a warmth radiate through you, deep from inside your bones. With one deep exhale, your eyes shut too, as you breathed out a lifetime of longing. You weren’t sure what the morning held for you, but for right now, you were beside the person you cared for the most in the galaxy.
70 notes
·
View notes
Breathe With Me Part I
Summary: After an overwhelming time, your resolve finally crumbles and Leia, Han, and Luke are there to give you all the support you need to get you back on your feet.
Pairing: Luke Skywalker x Gender Neutral!Reader
Warnings: reader is very overwhelmed, sleep deprived, and crying.
A/N: Writing this mainly for myself since the family dog passed away last night and I'm moving soon and just very stressed in general. But hopefully it helps anyone who needs it. Might do a part 2 of Luke just pampering you on a day off/vacation. I tried to write it so you can easily picture your favorite era of Luke here (ANH, ESB, ROTJ, post-ROTJ, maybe even right before the events of TBOBF, etc.).
See my full masterlist here.
Tagging Taco Squad cuz I feel like we could all use this right now @kaleidoscope1967eyes @masterlukessaber @coffeeorsomething-irl
***
You closed your eyes and sighed from your spot on the Falcon’s bunk, wiping the tears from your cheek with your sleeve. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” Leia said next to you, squeezing your hand. “You’ve been through a lot lately. Just let it out.” She rubbed a soothing hand across the back of your shoulders.
Han leaned against the adjacent row of bunks with an unsure, but sympathetic look on his face. He wandered towards the door, holding his wrist comm close to his mouth. “Kid, are you almost here? We could really use you in here.”
Luke’s out-of-breath voice floated through the static. “Almost there! I’m running as fast as I can. Just give me another few minutes.”
Han meandered back over and gave your shoulder a firm squeeze. “He should be here any minute.”
You nodded as more tears fell, sniffling so hard you triggered a coughing fit.
“Here.” Leia reached into one of the storage compartments beneath the bottom bunk and pulled out a box of tissues.
“T-thanks,” you mumbled before blowing your nose hard.
“Careful, kiddo,” Han said with a lopsided grin. “Make sure your nose stays attached to the rest of you.”
You gave a watery chuckle just as Luke skidded to a halt in the doorway. His hair was windswept and damp from the planet’s rainstorm, the shoulders of his jacket dotted with droplets. He met your eyes and sighed, hurrying over to you and squeezing Han’s forearm as he passed by.
“Kay, Chewie and I are gonna get her ready for takeoff,” Han said, speeding out the door. The “waterworks,” as he called them, no matter how justified, always seemed to put him at a bit of a disadvantage—although you appreciated him trying his best anyway.
Leia gave you a tight hug. “We’ll be back at base soon. I’ll make sure command gives you and Luke a day off so you two can relax and recoup.” She met Luke’s eyes and, at his nod, left and closed the door to the bunks behind her.
Luke nestled himself against you, pulling your shoulders to lean against him. “Hey, starflower, shhh,” he murmured as more tears spilled over. You leaned your head against his shoulder and he gently kissed your forehead before smoothing a hand over your hair. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”
You hiccupped through another sob, grateful for how he pulled your bridal style into his lap. Burying your face into the warm skin of his neck, you clung to him as you felt the ship thrum to life and vibrate the bunk underneath you. You weaved your fingers into the soft hair at the nape of his neck, letting the silkiness comfort you as you struggled to find your breath.
“Hey, breathe with me. You’re safe. You’re okay. I’m gonna help you through this, okay?” Luke’s hand ran up and down the length of your spine while the other gently massaged the back of your head. “In for four seconds through your nose, hold for four, then out for eight through your mouth, all right? In…hold…out…good, keep going. In…hold…out.”
You did this several more times before shuddering out another exhale. “My chest feels so tight.”
“Concentrate on how your hands or feet feel,” Luke murmured in your ear, still tracing soothing shapes on top of your clothes. He pulled back enough to press his forehead to yours and grabbed your hand, pressing your palm flat against his chest. His heartbeat thrummed under your fingers. “Breathe in time with me. You’re all right. In—out—in—out. Good, see? You’ve got it.”
You poured all your concentration into the sensations of your hands—how your muscles felt, the soft fabric of Luke’s jacket in one hand and the contour and warmth of his chest under the other. The ship hummed subtly around you as a relaxing accompaniment to Luke’s steady breathing. After several minutes, you felt him press a gentle kiss to your lips that you greedily returned.
He wiped another tear from your cheek before gently stroking your skin. “I’m s-sorry,” you warbled.
“Hey, none of that. You’ve done nothing wrong.”
“But this isn’t your job—”
“How many times have you been there for me? And I don’t take care of you because I feel like I have to. It’s because I want to—hey, look at me.” He cupped your jaw and neck in his large hand and pulled back to look into your eyes, the striking blue filled with nothing but concern and warmth. “Taking care of you is not a job. It’s a privilege. I want to be here.”
You felt the tears building again, but this time for another reason. Squeezing him firmly, you buried your face in his neck again. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, so much,” he replied, holding you just as tight and nuzzling into your neck. He ran the tip of his nose up the side of your neck and across your jaw where it connected with your ear. “Have you gotten any sleep?”
You pulled back to meet his gaze. “Um…no, not really.”
“Well, we’ve got a while till we’re back at base, so why don’t we try and get some rest? Then once we’re back and have gotten the mission report out of the way, we can either have a relaxing day on base or I can fly us somewhere for a few days.”
“But Leia—”
“She’ll survive a few days without us.” He scooted back further onto the mattress with you still in his arms, shimmying out of his jacket and wrapping it around your shoulders before laying down. You lay beside him, tangling your legs with his and using his chest as a pillow as he wrapped one arm around your waist and the other around your shoulders. His hand slid gently from your shoulder to massage the knots in your neck again as he kissed your cheek. You felt a sudden wave of calmness wash over you like water and knew he was calling on the Force to help you balance yourself. With the sudden serenity came an overwhelming wave of exhaustion and you felt your eyes begin to droop, letting out a small, contented moan as the back of Luke’s fingers brushed your cheek before sliding down the slope of your neck to your shoulder. His other hand worked its way under your shirt to make relaxing circles in the skin there. “Just sleep,” he murmured. “I’ll wake you up once we’re back home.”
Half asleep, you murmured, “You are my home.”
You felt his lips press against yours. “And you’re mine, sweetheart.”
140 notes
·
View notes
can we get some hc’s for being dilf!lukes work wife pretty please 👀💗
a/n: for inclusivity's sake this is written for a gender neutral reader so everyone can enjoy <3
Hiiiii dear anon!!! Thank you so much for your request🩵
I'm not going to lie though, I found it somewhat difficult to think of Dilf!Luke with a work spouse due to his past and the way I generally like to imagine him to be.
But the concept really intrigues me and I have some ideas, so let's make some specific adjustments for this post to work:
• Dilf!Luke's first wife never died
• in fact he was never married to begin with
• his child is the result of a happy relationship which eventually ended in mutual agreement
• (otherwise he'd never allow himself to grow close to someone in a way like this)
• generally he's a slightly more positive version of himself, especially when compared to my other posts
On the other hand, here are some things that didn't change:
• he's always polite and hospitable, though keeps a distance between himself and everyone else
• a little bit intimidating with how he carries himself
• comes across as stern, though not as strongly as he does in my other posts
• even here I do not mention what kind of work it is he does, except that the two of you work together. I think it's fun to let everyone fill in the blanks with what they'd like best :)
• so imagine the first weeks at a new job: the new surroundings, hours, daily routines, tasks, co-workers...
• possibly you're one of the youngest among them as well and feel a little bit out of place, struggling to fit in among the already established relationships of your colleagues
• it's a lot and you find yourself wishing for someone to take you under their wing, even if it's just for the very beginning
• someone who looks out for you
• someone to have lunch with, to sit beside in meetings
• someone who takes time for you, to patiently answer any questions that might arise
• and maybe, if you're being honest, it's not just anybody you're hoping will do so
• handsome Mr. Skywalker, or Luke, as he introduces himself, works in the room just across the hall from yours, often brightening your surroundings simply by existing
• the most horrible day tends to change into a good one as soon as you catch a glimpse of his remarkable eyes or his private smile directed just at you
• a coincidental meeting by the coffee machine, on the stairs or in one of the many elevators is ways an event you think back to in the evening
• before you know it you're developing a major crush on him and, honestly, how could anyone not feel drawn to him?
• his looks
• his obvious kindness
• to the way he greets you by name when you clock in, his voice still a little bit rugged from sleep
• quickly it becomes your sole mission to catch his attention at least once a day, if even for the tiniest amount of time, just the smallest of interactions
• (you'd happily keep him company for hours on end if that's what he wanted but for now you'll take anything you can get)
• if only it weren't for a little problem
• (not to mention the rather obvious age difference)
• what you were already suspecting becomes a disappointing reality once you start to get more included by your other coworkers
• "he's generally well liked but sadly keeps to himself most of the time"
• "we already tried to get him out of his shell"
• "I see the way you look at him and believe me, many of us have been there.", a very nice elderly lady tells you
• "It's better to get him out of your head, my dear"
• "he's not one to seek out friendships or... other connections at work"
• and while you know they're probably right, that you should put your focus elsewhere, your thoughts can't seem to leave the mysterious older man alone
• like, you didn't even try!
• and so, more or less undeterred by your colleague's words, you make it a habit to include Luke into your work day
• after all there is no harm in being nice
• and no harm whatsoever in maybe flirting a little bit
• it does take him quite a while to warm up to you, though eventually, slowly, his careful kept distance wavers
• it starts without you realizing it at first but then, one morning, a steaming mug of your favorite tea/coffee sits on top of your desk to greet you
• (he's definitely a person to remember small things only mentioned in passing)
• maybe you don't connect the dots right away, still too tired to think properly
• and for a while you're confused, left to wonder; you can't even remember telling anyone about your favorite drink
• when you DO though and peek your head into his room to thank him, his response isn't more than a slightly amused expression that makes your stomach flutter
• sure this will have happened the first and only time, you try not to get your hopes up until small, colorful sticky notes appear in the files he returns to you
• they're often hidden, not to be spotted immediately, showing hand drawn smiley faces or fun little doodles
• and sometimes, when you're lucky, sweet messages written in Luke's familiar handwriting
• (those you treasure the most)
• suddenly, during lunch breaks, you often find yourself in the same spot in the park nearby (maybe intentionally so, maybe not) and end up spending them together
• during small talk that soon turns to more in depths conversations, you learn he likes to bake
• faced with your excitement it's not long after that he'd bring a batch of freshly made cookies with him just for you
• it'd definitely become a regular thing too, with him even trying out new recipes to ask your opinion and being super happy when you like them
• I think this is the point where, going forward, you'd only grow closer over time, eventually reaching that stage where it makes sense to call him your work husband
• he'd recommend books or movies to you, maybe music as well, that he thinks you'd enjoy and likes to hear about what you think he should try in return
• if you're currently learning a new language he'd memorize a few phrases to surprise you with simple greetings or compliments
• (alternatively he doesn't need to and would casually mention that he is in fact fluent, offering to practice with you)
• he'd like to surprise you with litte things to put on your desk
• maybe a fun plant, some cute organizers or, his favorite, completely obscure and very unnecessary trinkets he came upon on random that made him think of you
• on days that he knows will be particularly stressful, he brings in a few pretty flowers for you
• sometimes they're bought, sometimes he picks them on his way through the park, sometimes (very rarely), though he'd never admit to it in front of you, they're stolen out of someone's garden
• when you need a break he covers for you, no questions asked, seamlessly stepping into your role and everyone's way, keeping the others off your back
• during team celebrations, he ensures you get the best piece of cake or the best seat, or whatever it is you want at that moment
25 notes
·
View notes
Can I have a Luke skywalker x reader/how he reactions when he finds out you have body image issues/body dysmorphia? Thanks!
You most certainly can ! I’ve dealt with my fair share of these problems and doing this was almost therapeutic. I hope it brings some to you as well <3
Warnings: angst with comfort, reader is gender neutral, body insecurity, body dysmorphia, self deprecating thoughts, and reader gets a wee bit emotional but don’t worry luke is there to help
❖ Luke is a very perceptive person he will notice if you start tugging on you clothes as a sign of discomfort, he will notice you staring in the mirror with a small grimace, he will notice the twinge of darkness that now presents itself in your force signature and what breaks his heart the most is how you seemed drained most days
❖ He wont approach you at first in all fairness he consults his mini force council (Mostly Qui Gon because we all know how Obi-wans love life went) because oh maker he is worried
❖ The confrontation is subtle intertwined into a conversation over breakfast he was carrying stepping lightly as to not spook you
❖ He will point blank as you what he can do for you
❖ Want some new clothes that fit you ? He is more than happy to help and he will come along to make sure you don’t get overwhelmed
❖ Want to wear some of his clothes because they are absolutely comfy ? You got it, darling
❖ One time he even proposes that you take a shower together of course only if you are comfortable and if you are then prepare for a whole self care routine
❖ Face Masks are in fact involved
❖ The shower itself will contain him massaging your head telling you about his day (Han was getting on his last nerve on this particular day) then goes on to lathering your body in soap still talking as a means of distraction but he will sneakily plant in little ’I am glad the force brought me you, darling.’ ‘I cannot imagine having to live without you, my love.’ ’You are absolutely magnificent.’ And to top it all off a gently kiss is placed on your forehead with a whisper of i love you darling
❖ Cuddles lots and lots of cuddles but if you arent a fan of those he will keep up with the words of affirmation/quality time
❖ This sweet man will also incite you to meditate with him to settle yalls minds
❖ Every morning you will wake up to ’Good morning my sunshine .’ and the personification of <3
❖ On your rough days he will stay with you in the house maybe even in bed watching movies letting you cry into his chest (though he just kisses away the tears for you) these days hurt him beyond imagine but can feel through the force that it hurts you ten times more
❖ Makes sure you hydrate and eat properly and if that means he has to eat with, not look at you while you eat, or anything else so be it
❖ He worships you but he understands how you are feeling to a degree and just wants to be there for you in all the ways he can be
219 notes
·
View notes
Imagine: Being Han’s Sibling and Han, Luke and Obi-Wan Realising You Are Force-Sensitive
MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI
Relationship(s): Han Solo x gn!sibling!reader (familial), Obi-Wan Kenobi x gn!reader (platonic), Luke Skywalker x gn!reader (either platonic or romantic; you decide!)
Warnings: None! (Let me know if I need to add any)
(A/N: Welcome to my first attempt at an imagine; let me know if you have any imagine requests! I had this idea while I was rewatching A New Hope. I thought the idea of Han having a Force-sensitive sibling was pretty neat, and I’d love to continue this idea in other fics.)
Luke hissed when he got blasted by the training remote. It ceased fire.
“Can I have a go?” you requested, almost cheering up Luke with your childlike question.
Luke handed you the lightsaber, now switched off.
“Be my guest.” he grumbled.
Obi-Wan watched you with an unnerving curiosity. “Say, Y/N-” He stood up and turned away from you momentarily. “Why not try it with this?”
He turned back to face you and handed you a helmet with its blast shield down.
You furrowed your brows. “How am I supposed to see?”
“You’re not.” he replied simply. “I’m sure you won’t need to rely on your sight.”
Han rolled his eyes and glanced over at Obi-Wan. “Their instincts are only good for gambling, old man. You’re just setting them up to get a bunch of holes blasted into them.”
Obi-Wan didn’t reply, causing Han to scoff. You activated the lightsaber while Luke fixed the helmet onto your head. The training remote started up.
At first, you got hit in the shoulder and shin, but, slowly but surely, you began to deflect the blasts with relative ease. Han’s brows knitted. Meanwhile, Luke’s jaw was agape, his eyes just as wide (an expression that didn’t even change when he got blasted in the foot). Obi-Wan wore a knowing smile.
The training remote ceased fire once again, as did the lightsaber in your hand.
You removed your helmet and grinned at the men.
299 notes
·
View notes
Can I pls have Luke Skywalker x reader + "Why are you looking at me like that?" So fluffy plss
Here you go!!!! I hope you enjoy it!!! Thank you for requesting again!! <3
16 notes
·
View notes
With my new fuck it attitude- enjoy a snippet of a fic that will never leave my google doc🙃
When you made it to Polis Masa, Bail instructed you to stay on the ship.
You couldn’t sit down, couldn’t quiet your mind. You still had no idea where Anakin was, you had never been a part of these things before. Confidential information and sneaking around the galaxy. You felt like you were a part of one of the stories Anakin told you about his missions.
After a while Bail boarded the ship once again along with Obi Wan, two babies, a small green creature and a coffin.
The babies were put in a small room on board while the coffin was put in the hull and the small green creature walked past you and into a conference room along with Bail.
You went up to Obi Wan.
“I need some answers Obi Wan. What is this? Why did you take me here and Where are Padme and Anakin?” You asked, looking into his eyes. They were broken.
“Y/N” He began. He looked like he was barely holding himself together.
“I apologize if I’ve scared you but you were the last person Padme called” He said and you nodded.
“And?” You asked.
“And things are about to change drastically” He said and you looked at him in utter confusion.
“I don’t know what kind of riddle you think this is but the Chancellor said the Jedi tried to kill him and the Jedi temple burned down. I need to know that Anakin, Padme and their child are all safe” You said, slowly losing your temper.
“No one has told me anything including why I’m here” You continued, anger rising. “What is going on?!”
“Anakin and Padme are dead” Obi Wan finally said flatly and you looked at him as if he was crazy.
“What?” You asked.
“Anakin was killed along with the rest of the Jedi and Padme died in childbirth” He explained and realization hit you. The babies were Padme and Anakin’s.
“The babies and the- the coffin is- Oh maker” You said, bringing your hands up to your face.
They were gone. Anakin was gone.
“What’ll happen to the kids?” You asked once you were able to.
“We are about to decide that now” Obi Wan said, tilting his head to the conference room.
“I will speak with you more afterwards. All of this must stay between us.” He said, walking past you and you looked at him in shock as he went in.
One of your best friend’s was dead and a Jedi, a senator and a green thing were about to decide what to do with his children and you weren’t in that room. Well you were about to be, no matter what it took.
You stormed into the room, slamming the button to open the door and confidently walking in.
“My wife and I will take the girl. We’ve always talked of adopting a baby girl-” Bail said as you walked in and he suddenly stopped.
“Y/N? What are you doing?” Obi Wan asked and you stared him down.
“I told Anakin- I promised him- that I would do everything I can to look after these kids if anything happened to him” You said and the small green creature turned around in his chair to look at you.
“And who might you be?” He asked.
“I’m Y/N L/N. I was a friend of Anakin Skywalker’s.” You said, holding back the urge to ask who he was and what qualified him to be in this room.
“Y/N, this is Master Yoda” Obi Wan quickly introduced and the small green thing nodded.
“A friend of young Skywalker’s you are, hmm?” He asked and you nodded.
“And when did this promise you make to young Skywalker?” Yoda asked.
“Why does it matter? I gave him my word. I don’t know about you Jedi but to me- to Anakin that means a lot” You said clearly and Yoda nodded.
“Join our discussion then, you must” Yoda said which slightly surprised both you and Obi Wan.
You took a seat next to him since he was the only one you knew at the table.
“Separate them we have decided to do. For their own protection this is” Yoda explained.
“Master Yoda, what shall we do with the boy then?” Obi Wan asked.
“To Tatooine, to his family take him” Yoda said but you butt in.
“Anakin doesn’t have any more family on Tatooine, not that he knew anyways” You said, bringing all attention to you.
“His mother married before she died, she had a step son” Obi Wan said but you were unyielding.
“Then he didn’t consider those people his family. He wouldn’t have wanted his son to go to them” You said.
“He grew up on Tatooine. It was his home” Obi Wan tried to argue but you weren’t having it.
“He hated Tatooine. His dream was to leave and once he did he never looked back. Besides, it's incredibly dangerous, between Tuskans and the Hutts- That’s no place to raise a child. Especially if his sister will be raised as a princess of Alderaan” You said. You felt as though you were this child’s only advocate.
“What suggest you?” Yoda asked and you took a moment to think before answering.
“I promised Anakin I’ll do whatever I can to help the baby, I’ll look after it” You answered.
“Y/N, we must hide these children from the Empire. They can never get as close as Coruscant” Obi Wan said.
“Then we’ll go to Lothal, my family has a farm there” You answered before standing up and looking around the table.
“Anakin was my best friend. I promised I would protect his children if the need arose and I will” You said, your gaze moving to senator Organa.
“I know the girl will have a good home with you Senator and I’ve heard Alderaan is a beautiful place but I refuse to let you send the boy to Tatooine to suffer as Ani did on that planet.” You stated, your eyes watering.
“He deserves so much more” You continued.
Obi Wan helped you out of the conference room once tears began to flow down your cheeks. He guided you to the room the babies had been put in and returned to the conference room.
You looked down at the sleeping infants in their bassinets, they both looked so peaceful.
When the door opened you expected to be told off by Obi Wan like you and Anakin had been when you got into trouble as children but Bail was the one to enter.
“You would have made a good senator with that speech” He said and you looked down at the babies to avoid his gaze.
“Most people would call me crazy for speaking like that to a galactic senator and two jedi masters” You said, caressing baby Luke’s cheek.
“I prefer the word bold” Bail said, caressing Leia's cheek.
“And I agree with you. As does Obi Wan” He said and you looked at him hopefully.
“Does that mean…” You trailed off.
“I never knew Anakin. Not well at least, but I like to think I was a close friend of Padme’s, she would have wanted someone like you to raise her son” He said and you nodded.
“Thank you” You said, taking Luke into your arms carefully once he began to stir.
“They don’t have to live in total isolation from each other, they should know about each other” You said but Bail disagreed.
“If the Empire were to ever find one twin, the other one must stay safe” He said and you couldn’t argue with that.
“Raise her well” You told the senator and he nodded.
“Keep him safe” He said and you nodded in return.
18 notes
·
View notes
𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍.
pairings: harry potter x reader, ron weasley x reader, george weasley x reader, fred weasley x reader, cedric diggory x reader, draco malfoy x reader, blaise zabini x reader, théodore nott x reader, and lorenzo berkshire x reader.
warnings: suggestive dialogue! the reader can be gn but there are mentions of them wearing a dress!
a/n: i had to redo this twice bc it literally randomly deleted and then when i was trying to do the read more thing it deleted again. so funnnnn. :|. ALSO i received a bunch of requests today, those will be coming soon!
harry potter !
• never having a chance to go trick or treating as a kid with the dursley's, harry was more than delighted when halloween rolled around during hogwarts.
• although the depressings of his parents lingered he knew they would want him to have a good time so he never let it get to him. and if he did, you were always right by his side.
• so as a teenager, harry still remained roaming the streets of hogsmede with a pillowcase in his hands. dressed as han solo and luke skywalker with ron, begging for candy.
• you and hermione stood back and watched as if you were their parents, arms crossed as you shared giggles about silly costumes in your view.
• the rest of the month, however, harry remained in dark sweaters and jeans. the aura of the fall weather balanced perfectly with his look.
• candy corn lover <3
• the night of halloween you're both preparing for fred weasleys party
• ron had changed into "a cooler costume" so he wouldn't get bullied by malfoy and his gang for his star wars costume. but harry couldn't care less and stayed as a leader of the rebel alliance.
• you don't mind though... han solo's pretty sexy
• when you arrive at the party you spend half an hour discussing the costumes around you and the dance moves coming from ron.
• finally harry asks you to dance and of course it's awkward, but he tries
• when you arrive back at his dorm, he immediately digs into his halloween candy eating the chocolates and saving the sours for you
• even though he likes sour candy he knows you like it more
• by one o'clock you're lying in bed, eating the candy as his favroite muggle halloween films lull you both to sleep
ron weasley
• acts super tough... mortified.
• he literally cannot even watch a horror movie without screaming his head off
• he had this whole plan to invite you to his dorm to watch muggle horror movies and you'll scream and run to his arms but it's the COMPLETE opposite
• you would think for like saving the wizarding world a million times he would at least not be scared of a guy running around with a knife.
• "um so do you wanna-" *jumpscare* "BLOODY HELL JEZ- that wasn't even that bad."
• acts too cool for costumes and shit but you KNOW that man is a twelve year old deep down and goes trick or treating with harry
• he's definitely a jedi with harry when trick or treating BUT joel from risky business for fred's halloween party and you're lana of course.
• "um harry and i are off to do some... manly things." "are you guys going trick or treating?" "BYE Y/N."
• "we're having a horror movie date night!" *watches it's the great pumpkin, charlie brown* but you don't mind because you get to spend the night cuddling with ron
• he's a BIG cinnamon roll kinda guy especially the ones molly makes. so you decide to surprise him with your cooking skills and make him a homemade batch... with one spell of course. nonetheless he ate them all within the first five minutes of the movie.
• avid pumpkin spice hater 😐
• you're eating your pumpkin pasties and he's side eyeing the shit out of you
• "idk how you like punpkin. i am not letting those pumpkin-fied lips anywhere near me." oh this only results in you covering his face with pumpkin kisses. which of course, he doesn't mind despite his joking cries for you to stop.
• calming him down after fred and george prank him every day
• "ron, ron... it's okay. it's okay trust me. it's just a silly prank." you tell him as you wrap your arm around his shoulder. he sighs as he turns to you, "yeah, i wasn't scared anyways." LIES.
fred weasley
• he doesn't just love halloween, he breathes it
• fred pranks everyone he possibly can but he knows to not even try with you because well.. you'll kill him if he tries to get you
• MUGGLE HAUNTED HOUSES
• he doesn't just love people attempting to scare him, no, he LOVES scaring the scarers.
• he hides in the dark corners of the haunted houses and jumps out at people and laughs his ass off when they get scared
• once he made a little girl cry. he gave her a bunch of candy to make up for it.
• he's been pitching costume ideas to you since march
• "you'd make quite a hot frankenstein's bride if i do say so myself." ;)
• he ADORES passing out candy to the first and second years. he saw it in muggle films and just had to do it.
• he compliments all their costumes and always goes along with whatever they are
• "we'll you're a very pretty princess, if you need a dragon slayer i'm your guy! oh and you- well aren't you the scariest ghost i've ever seen in my entire life. sir nick has nothing on you, mate!"
• the night of halloween is his FAVORITE after the parties and the passing out the candy and the snacks and all, he's ready to have a good time.... if you know what i mean.
• his favorite muggle halloween movie is definitely halloween (1979). he's a big michael myers kinda guy.
• you and george team up to try and scare him several times throughout october but you always fail.
• "bloody hell, darling. you gave me quite the fright." *sarcasm* "at least you're pretty."
george weasley
• four words. rocky horror picture show.
• he makes you watch it every single halloween since you met
• his ideal halloween date is watching horror films and eating all the candy he smuggled from ginny
• "if you're scared, you know you can hold onto me..."
• comfy fall sweaters are his go to
• he likes passing out candy with you and his friends to see the kids costumes. he much rather prefers that then the rager fred throws later that nights
• he'll of course make an appearance, but he'd much rather get back to your dorm room to spend some alone time together
• george doesn't care as much about the spooky aspects as much as his brother but he's always down for a good prank on ron.
• they have an annual prank that consists of filling ron's bed with spiders and always results in the same reaction
• "BLOODY HELL!" "Aw, taking it like a man." "You're such a beast, Ronald." sarcasm.
• he takes you out for a little autumn day in the muggle world. you go buy pumpkins to paint at his parent's house, and get apple donuts with apple cider, and of course he can't stop staring at you while you ponder over the costumes at the halloween shop. he somehow landed in the sexy costumes "mistakenly" and of course, is willing to buy you all of them
• he settles on david bowie for himself which you're all for
• he spends most of his month, however, attempting to prank fred since apparently no one can. he needs your help and he's always telling you all about his ideas
draco malfoy
• too cool for halloween
• he appreciates the dark demeanor though
• when he was little he dressed up as a death eater for like every halloween for the first ten years of his life
• then you came into his life and he stopped thinking all that horrid stuff was cool. so he kind of avoided the holiday.
• it was so hard though, considering you're such a massive fan of it. and he's such a massive fan of you.
• "draco, can you dress up please?"
• it takes A LOT of convincing. but then you finally hit his soft spot. "i'll do anything you want."
• so now you're lathering black paint on his face to be a hot skeleton guy. of course he's wearing it with a black suit, and you're helping him slick back his hair. he looks so hot.
• he's only doing this for you, he keeps reminding you to hopefully make you feel bad and let him back out. but of course you're not.
• draco's only thought is what's going to happen after the party in his dorm room with you. he has no interest in his best mate theo's party, but you promised theo you'd both make an appearance.
• he's skipped the candy and treats this year and gone straight for the cigarettes. he couldn't harm his figure, he is a malfoy after all.
• he was used to galas his mother threw on halloween but watching you interact with your friends as you raved about one another's costumes was much more pleasurable
• green apple suckers. HIS WEAK SPOT. "maybe one..." turns into five
• "WHY are these children wanting their feet to get smelt?" "DRACO, THATS NOT HOW IT GOES."
• you make him watch muggle witch movies and he's critiquing them like he's getting graded on it "um, there is a SPELL FOR THAT?" "bloody fucking hell, that's not how you do that!"
cedric diggory
• pumpkin spice LOVER.
• pumpkin coffee, pumpkin cookies, pumpkin bread. all YES.
• he's taking you to muggle diners and you're getting everything pumpkin on the menu. while you sip your hot coffee and watch the leaves fall to the ground outside.
• brown pants all for october. with sweater vests or tshirts or crewnecks or anything really. he's wearing brown pants.
• cedric's in between dressing up as one of you're celebrity crushes or fictional character crushes. he can't decide who would make you blush the most.
• walks around the grounds to watch the sunrise and look at the crisp orange leaves
• when halloween finally arrives, he's up early in the morning to get the both of you - you guessed it! pumpkin coffee and donuts
• by the time he's back you're already playing halloween tunes while you get ready
• he's of course attending fred weasley's halloween bash which you both heard is going to be close to epic
• by five o'clock sharp he's complimenting first years on their halloween costumes as they're off to trick or treat in hogsmede. he would go chaperone only if it weren't for the party
• cedric finally decided on johnny castle from dirty dancing since he knows how much you love the film. and of course, how beautiful you'd look in baby pink
• he's dancing with you the moment you walk into the party. no matter the song he's dancing and laughing with you the entire evening. (probably from all the donuts he ate and coffee he drank)
• he attempts to do the lift from the film which ends... differently. but nonetheless you had the time of your life (no pun intended) which is all he wanted
• "no fair, you ate that last piece!" eating butter beer fudge from honey dukes on the walk home
• ending the night in his halloween jumper lying in his bed and engulfing your entire body weight in candy corn
theo nott
• the party thrower
• the one who's most likely to get arrested for intoxication and just stupid ass things on halloween night
• that guy, he never had a date for halloween. so that's why everyone was so shocked when you start dating right before the spooky month.
• he started out the holiday month by taking you to a muggle haunted house, holding onto you the entire time so he wouldn't accidentally punch the workers
• "MERLINS BEARD THAT WAS AWESOME" every two seconds throughout the haunted house
• he wastes no time carving pumpkins with you a few days later "accio pumpkins!" "accio kniv- nevermind, that could've been a blood bath."
• theo carves the most innocent unhappy face on a pumpkin while you're is genius and looks incredible which only results in him talking about it in astonishment for hours
• it's two weeks before the party and he's already sending owls to every person in the universe it seemed, for party supplies
• "how many kegs is too many kegs? TRICK QUESTION THERES NEVER TOO MANY." "theo, someone's gonna die at your party."
• his guest list isn't just random hot people like it normally is. so many people give you glares in the hallway. which only makes theo wrap a protective arm around you and shoot a glare in their direction
• it's the day of the party and he's already stressing so of course you calm him down and make him breakfast. (well cast a spell at least)
• which he only gets two bites in before his friends burst through the door exclaiming how brilliant the party's going to be
• green lights dimmed the dungeon to make it even spookier for the party. he really went all out with the scariest stuff possible, there was even waiters who were dressed like butlers from a 1950s horror film
• gomez and morticia addams as the guest hosts felt right so he was more than delighted to see you standing beside him in a black dress he couldn't stop staring at
• and so the rager began.
• it was even more wild than you had anticipated
• you lost track of theo every five minutes, not really getting a chance to see him until the final hours of the party. which resided in the mid morning. which of course he still wasn't tired
• but by the time you both made it back to your dorm (his was occupied with blaise and a girl from the party) and took off your makeup and changed into something more comfortable, you were practically passed out in one another's arms.
• "happy halloween, baby."
blaise zabini
• blaise zabini is a halloween lover in SECRET.
• the month of october he seems disinterested. he likes that he can wear his turtlenecks now.
• and that his black coffee matches the gloomy weather.
• he can't be scared, no matter how many times you try. he always knows it's coming probably because theo tells him
• "i have to practice every chance i get this month, it's quidditch season. im sorry, baby." when you ask him to go do halloween activities with you.
• on halloween morning you cuddle against him while he reads you halloween classics, because of course he owns them all. specifically he chooses frankenstein because it's his absolute favorite. his mother read it to him growing up.
• he runs his free hand through your hair as you lay against his chest and listen to the soft sounds of him reading to you.
• blaise's dark room matches the thunderstorm outside the window. it only gives into the goth aspects of the holiday
• your face of shock is all worth it when he pulls out his red and green striped sweater and clawed hand.
• "FREDDY KREUGER?"
• he looks so good in his costume just like he does anything.
• the moment you arrive at the party he's heading to theo for drinks, leaving you to talk to enzo about how shocked you are blaise actually dressed up
• chocolate covered strawberries are his shit. the only unhealthy food he's eating but he uses the excuse of the holiday.
• he also uses the excuse of the holiday to buy you a crimson colored promise ring, that cost more than your house.
lorenzo berkshire
• "do you wanna go to a pumpkin patch?"
• he's the flannel and hoodie uniformed kind of guy in october. and you're not complaining.
• you watched casper on october 1st to start the mood and he became obsessed. you've never seen someone find something so cute before... except maybe you and him.
• enzo gave you his quidditch jersey for when there's not games to wear since the months are getting chillier. and god, is he proud to see you in it.
• he even said you could be a quidditch player for your costume
• he and draco dressed up when they were kids all the time and he'd always send a photo of his costume to his mother, who never responded. so he kind of despised the memory of halloween.
• you spent most of halloween day kept to yourselves in his dorm. watching muggle halloween thrillers with his friends for a few hours before theo's big party.
• you and enzo stayed together in his room a little longer than the others though, still stuck in a discussion on who's the best horror killer (the correct answer is obviously michael & jason)
• enzo showed up to the party as ferris bueller and you as sloan (or cameron). which is one of his favorite muggle movies
• you already know enzo has the best halloween mixtape made for you. billy idol, bowie, talking heads, the smiths, the cure, radiohead, etc. you feel like you're stuck in one of those slasher films.
• he takes you to a pumpkin patch, and to the shops in hogsmede to get you all the halloween candies.
• enzo never had a good halloween until he met you and now he has an amazing one<33
3K notes
·
View notes
You take Luke Skywalker to a dark corridor. He holds your hand with a smile on his face cause he doesn't know what's coming.
He's delighted at first when you shove a hand down his pants. However, his eyes widen when you pull down yours too and he realizes what you're about to do.
This is when you have to muffle his whimpers in your hand. You make him finish on your underwear, drooling and pleading on your fingers. What a big mess you've made, you tease him. As you get dressed again, you promise to let him clean you up later, as long as he's good for the rest of the day. Then you let him go.
You follow a couple of minutes later so you don't raise any suspicions. After all, you're both required in the war room
As you're sitting with his mess between your legs, you watch him go scarlet red for the entirety of the briefing, his thoughts spiraling out of control. You might have just gotten him off, but he's so worked up still, fantasizing about all he's gonna do to you later.
44 notes
·
View notes
How do you think Luke would react if you were worried that perhaps the old Jedi code was strict on attachments for a reason, and that the two of you were just too blinded by love to see it? Even now I worry that being in a relationship with Luke might be too distracting for him, despite knowing that it probably isn’t true, I can’t help but wonder.
Ahhhh good point!! I don't dwell on this too often, because my brain always tends to make things sad ;3;
Luke would definitely understand the root of your concern--it's something that has kept him up late at night, too, silently staring at the ceiling wondering if he was doing everything wrong. He's meditated about this, silently implored the Jedi of old for help, and nothing has come of it.
However, Luke reminds himself that he wasn't raised following the strict doctrine of old; he wasn't raised to fear the universe, he was raised to respect it. He's dealt with loss before, it nearly destroyed him, but he pulled through. He learned. In the Rebellion, Luke's relationships were never truly a distraction. Sure, he interrupted his training to save his friends, and paid an unfair price for his recklessness, but following his heart saved them. Saved him.
Ever since he's known you, Luke has felt... at ease. Like he discovered a part of himself he never knew was missing. You don't weigh him down, you build him up--he doesn't feel possessive of you at all, nor does he feel particularly anxious about you being away from him. To him, you're happiness. You're safety. He isn't afraid of you--or what your relationship could do to him--in the slightest.
If anything, the source of Luke's anxieties surrounding being in a relationship was the notion that he would disappoint or disrespect his former masters. But, like I mentioned earlier, none of them have ever visited him as Force ghosts to chide him for his decision. He takes that as a sign of approval--he doesn't need their validation. He has you.
39 notes
·
View notes