#darth vader x medic

[artist-anon08]

REQUEST OPEN

I’m now taking requests for fanfics, headcanons, and doodles! Whether you want to explore a headcanon, read a story , or see a quick doodle of your faves, I'm here for it!I primarily write for GN/AFAB reader inserts or character/character pairings (romantic or platonic).

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🔮 Gravity Falls — Stanley Pines, Stanford Pines, and Other GF characters

🌌 FFXIV (Char/WoL/Reader) — Emet-Selch, Gaius Van Baelsar, Varis Zos Galvus, Regula Van Hydrus, and Zenos Yae Galvus

🌂Reverse 1999 — A knight, Sonetto, Vertin, Dikke, 6, Any characters on the global server

💥 TF2 — Medic, Spy, and Other mercs (I’ll try...)

�� Genshin Impact — Capitano, La Signora, Dottore, Neuvillette, Zhongli, Arlecchino, and Pierro

🌠 Star Wars (Imperials only) —Darth Vader Firmus Piett Maximillian Veers, and any other Imperials! I also write for OC

🎃 Miscellaneous — Madoka/Homura, William Afton, Slenderman, Shadow Master, Lord Shen (Gijinka), Gaster, Hannibal Lecter, Vlad Dracula Tepes, Lisa Tepes and Captain Hook (Disney version and 2003 version)

[fritzlichty]

REQUEST OPEN

I’m now taking requests for fanfics, headcanons, and doodles! Whether you want to explore a headcanon, read a story , or see a quick doodle of your faves, I'm here for it!I primarily write for GN/AFAB reader inserts or character/character pairings (romantic or platonic).

Characters I'll write for:

🔮 Gravity Falls — Stanley Pines, Stanford Pines, and Other GF characters

🌌 FFXIV (Char/WoL/Reader) — Emet-Selch, Gaius Van Baelsar, Varis Zos Galvus, Regula Van Hydrus, and Zenos Yae Galvus

🌂Reverse 1999 — A knight, Sonetto, Vertin, Dikke, 6, Any characters on the global server 💥 TF2 — Medic, Spy, and Other mercs (I’ll try...)

🌟 Genshin Impact — Capitano, La Signora, Dottore, Neuvillette, Zhongli Arlecchino, and Pierro

🌠 Star Wars (Imperials only) —Darth Vader Firmus Piett Maximillian Veers, and any other Imperials! I also write for OC

🎃 Miscellaneous — Madoka/Homura, William Afton, Slenderman, Shadow Master, Lord Shen (Gijinka), Gaster, Hannibal Lecter, Vlad Dracula Tepes, Lisa Tepes and Captain Hook (Disney version and 2003 version)

✨ What I Will Write: ✨

NSFW, SFW, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, dark themes, character study, action/adventure, and platonic relationships.

🚫What I Won’t Write 🚫

P#dofilia (DO I REALLY NEED TO EXPLAIN THIS??) - Incest - vivziepop media - Bestiality - Vore - Extreme Gore/Torture - Proship/Problematic Ships - Fetish that I'm not comfortable with (No feet everyone… Sorry)

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[count-doodoo]

Y'ALL IDK IF I'M JUST REALLY SLOW BUT I JUST REALIZED

"BE CAREFUL NOT TO CHOKE ON YOUR ASPIRATIONS"

CHOKING AND ASPIRATION ARE LIKE. VERY MEDICALLY RELATED

ASPIRATION IS THE ACCIDENTAL ENTRY OF SHIT INTO THE LUNGS

IT DOES NOT ALWAYS CAUSE A CHOKING REFLEX BUT IT CAN

AND LIKE

ASPIRATION AND CHOKING ARE BOTH AIRWAY OBSTRUCTIONS THAT CAN KILL YOU VIA ASPHYXIATION

I AM CRYING WITH LAUGHTER

MAYBE ANAKIN DID PAY ATTENTION TO TEMPLE HEALTH CLASS

y'know as i finish writing this i realize that this might've been much funnier in my head.

[yandere-wishes]

˚｡✮ Yandere! Darth Vader {Anakin Skywalker} x Apprentice Reader

˚｡✮ Bad, bad news, One of us is gonna lose I'm the powder, you're the fuse, Just add some friction, You are my strange addiction

˚｡✮ We've talked about Yandere! Anakin Skywalker falling for Padawan! Reader... But what about Vader falling for his acolyte/apprentice?

⋆˚☆˖°⋆｡° ✮˖ ࣪ ★⋆.˚

Vader isn't nurturing.

It feels almost sacrilegious to entertain the thought.

That's why it's so troubling when the galactic empire's staff take note of a smaller morbid figure trailing after the ebony monstrosity.

I can see there being many interesting scenarios in which Vader would pick an acolyte. The most heartwrenching and particularly curious case would be if his acolyte used to also be Anakin Skywalker's Padawan.

˚｡✮ Imagine Vader searching for you across the galaxy. He feels your force signature reverberating inside him, calls out to it, tries to bind and morph it. A sardonic love letter he pens with rage and perplexion. Still, you always slip away. He keeps your hunt a secret, some ancient wound that's never healed right. The swing of your saber still haunts him, your satisfied grin as you land a blow on him. The force works in mysterious ways and Vader's desperation can't fully be reasoned. He's given up everything that Anakin once had. Forgone to an almost spiritual level. But you are the one pesky thing that still lingers. He likes to think that it's because he knows your true power. That you're a threat as long as you live.

˚｡✮ Imagine Vader finally, finally finding you. Mesmerized by how much you've grown. You're rugged, wild. Some strange creature wearing the skin of the girl he once loved. You don't hesitate to attack, and Vader signs it off as a blessing. He needs a reason to hurt you, to drag you back kicking and screaming. He needs an excuse to push his fury between your bones and drown you in his sorrows. He needs revenge in the worst way.

˚｡✮ Imagine Vader winning because of course he does. He leaves you bruised and broken, bleeding on the soft grassy ground. Your eyes are so beautiful when they're filled with terror. Your voice melodic as you scream in agony as his saber severs your leg and arm. Vengeance, Vengeance, Vengeance. You left him, left him to face Obi-wan alone, left him to be mutilated and disfigured.

˚｡✮ Imagine Vader only coming to terms with who he is, and what he is as he's watching the medical droids repair your body. He can never escape Anakin, cause that's who he still is. Anakin hasn't died just grown. He's no longer the kid with a schoolboy crush on his pupil and supernovas under his tongue. He's swallowed the burning stars, let their fires and explosions paint him in shades darker than the nights on Tatooine. He runs a cybernetic hand across your head, feeling you for the first time in forever.

˚｡✮ Imagine Vader training you once more. It's been months since your capture, months of brutal and tender torture. He's ripped you apart and rearranged you so meticulously. Picking favored parts to hem and sew with a buzzing red needle and dark doctrines. Only when Vader notes the red-rimmed golden shift flicker across your eyes does he know he's truly won. Your connection to the light is nearly completely severed. Your past is left to rot on the green planet. What stares back at him from the corners of the dark, damp cell is a creature forged of hate and malice. A sith in every way.

˚｡✮ Imagine Vader only ever happy when he's with you. He's finally free to train you as he pleases, to touch you as he pleases, to kiss you as he pleases. He's taken you to ice worlds to bleed kyber crystals and to Mustafar to forge your new armor. He kisses you on a battlefield littered with the corpses of dead resistance soldiers. Metal clancks against metal all wretched sinister love. You're beginning to love this new master, he's everything Anakin had repressed, he's everything you have always feared. But the thing you must realize about fickle fears is that once you fall in love with them, you begin to lose yourself.

˚｡✮ Imagine Pulling up Vader's mask and kissing the burns across his face. Your kisses are laced with such passion and hate he feels like he's drowning in lava once more. He's brutal in the way he handles you, each touch leaving a plethora of bruises, singing I love you. You like the way each training session starts with a deep all-consuming kiss and ends with him using the force to smash your head into the ground as you laugh and laugh. His force signature is different now, you like the way it slithers across your body, all fire and pain, all destruction. Love the pain that comes with him, this grisly bloody love affair that makes the stars shutter.

The staff of the galactic empire, Find the little midnight creature all too bizarre.

She trails after their commander with vicious playful skips and plays uno with their lives. She twirls around the galaxy's most feared as if she's playing hopscotch.

The staff of the galactic empire doesn't know whether to feel pity or terror...

I think about how at the beginning of being Vader, Anakin was so quick to reject who he once was. Trying desperately to kill off any semblance of Anakin. But by the time of the Original Trilogy, he's sort of come to terms with who he is and who he once was. Anakin isn't really dead he's just grown stronger now, and in a strange way, he even seems to embrace his past as a Jedi, wearing it as - a not so obvious- badge of pride.

[sollis-occasum]

you think i'm gone 'cause i left - anakin skywalker/darth vader x fem!jedi!reader (part 1 of 3)

summary: After failing to save you from a painful death, Darth Vader remembers his past with you and realizes why he can never completely leave Anakin Skywalker behind.

warnings: angst, no use of y/n, reconstructive surgery, blood, mentions of major character death (or not who knows), darth vader is his own warning

word count: 3.8k

a/n: First of all, I must say that English is not my native language. Also this is my first x reader format fanfiction. I'm pretty sure I made some mistakes but I hope you don't mind guys. I am always open to your suggestions ♡

part 2

Darth Vader, the master of the dark side of the Force, the legendary lord of the Sith, the tyrannical leader who terrorized the galaxy, remembered very well the moment when he swore to dedicate his worthless life to Lord Sidious, his lord and savior.

While his body, burned and torn apart by the lava, was trying to be fixed by the health droids, he was writhing in despair and moaning in a painful voice. The wave of pain spreading from his lungs to the rest of his body with each breath showed him a type of physical pain he had never experienced before, and even the cold metal hands touching his burned skin were insufficient to alleviate his pain.

"He should be unconscious by now," he heard a distant and very deep robotic voice, which he thought belonged to one of the medical droids. Yes, the pain he felt at that moment would be enough to kill another human being and maybe even drive them insane, and God knows that's what Anakin wanted with all his heart as he lay on the operating table screaming. But how could this be possible when he sees your lifeless body over and over again every time he closes his eyes?

In fact, he had calculated all the possibilities down to the smallest detail while making his plan. There was no war he wouldn't fight, no enemy he wouldn't face to create a future that included you. He was ready to turn his back on the entire galaxy just to see you smile one more time. Moreover, Palpatine had made a promise to him. He said that contrary to popular belief, it was possible to resist death and that he knew how to do it, and that he would help Anakin in trying to save you. All he had to do was accompany him to the dark side. Anakin had done everything he was told. He had given up on who he was, accepted the name his new master had given him, brutally executed separatist leaders, and led thousands of clone troopers in attacking the Jedi Temple he once called home. Even killing those little children who looked at him with admiration with the lightsaber they saw as a symbol of peace was not important to him. Of course, he wasn't proud of himself for betraying what he believed in in his past, but he also knew that what he did was a small price to pay to save you. So why didn't what he did work? Why couldn't he prevent the scene he had seen many times in his nightmares from happening?

He gripped the operating table tightly with his mechanical hand and mumbled your name in a voice only he could hear. He kept saying your name over and over again, as if he was drawing strength from you, as if you could come and save him if he said it enough times.

He closed his eyes tightly and tried to focus on something other than your pained facial expression and bloodied body. If he wanted to survive, if he wanted to rise up and take revenge for what was done to you, he had to find a way to endure the pain he suffered, and what was there in this life that gave him as much strength as you? He tried desperately to remember the moment you first met.

Nearly a month had passed since Qui Gon Jinn's death, and during this time his new master Obi Wan Kenobi had begun training him to become a Jedi. He was grateful for the opportunity given to him and did not want to be ungrateful. However, there were so many moments during his training that he despaired and wanted to return to Tatooine... First of all, Obi Wan Kenobi was not the person he imagined. Yes, it was an undeniable fact that he was a powerful Jedi. He was also smart, very smart. Anakin knew there was a lot of thing he could learn from him. However, it hadn't been long since he had ended his life as a padawan and Obi Wan had obviously not yet fully figured out how to be a good master for his young student. There was no distance or formality between them that there should be between a padawan and a master. They were more like two brothers who fought often. Obi Wan was pushing Anakin very hard to teach him basic things as soon as possible, and Anakin was always managing to drive Obi Wan crazy with his smarty-pants attitude.

He could also sense how the younglings at the temple felt about him as he began to learn how to use the force. Although none of them were directly mistreating him or making a rude remark, Anakin would sometimes catch their gaze. There was displeasure in those looks, obviously his presence disturbed them. A child who appears unexpectedly becomes a padawan without training in the temple and becomes the center of attention of the entire Jedi council... The other younglings must have felt unfair. But one day, he met a young girl who looked at him differently than others: You.

With your bright smile that could light up the whole galaxy and your compassionate gaze, you extended your hand to him and introduced yourself, telling him that he could always come to you if he needed anything. They said you were 9 years old like him, but it was so hard for him to believe it.

You were different from all the other children Anakin had met at the temple, with your confident demeanor and room-filling presence. Your surprisingly mature attitude and wisdom gave those who saw you the impression that you never made mistakes and that you always knew what was right, causing them to respect you.

Moreover, you were beautiful, very beautiful. Even your messy hair waving in the wind, your face dripping with sweat, and your loose-fitting uniform couldn't prevent Anakin from seeing this beauty. When his eyes met your beautiful, understanding eyes, he immediately looked away and wanted to run away. There was no doubt that you were the angel the pilots who came to Tatooine were talking about. However, he could not find the courage in his heart to admit this to himself or to tell you. He felt so small, so helpless in front of the being that he wanted to get away from it as soon as possible and think about what this warm feeling that filled his heart that he had never felt before was.

Yes, he wanted to run away from you when your eyes met. But ironically, this was the first time he didn't want to return to Tatooine to his mother.

For the 3 years after you met, you had no communication other than chance encounters at the temple and furtive glances at each other. Even a life form without eyes could easily understand that you wanted to be closer to each other, but you had neither the time nor the courage to do so. You were very busy with your studies. In the future, you wanted to be a female Jedi as respected as Shaak Ti, or even more so, and you were working very hard to achieve your goal. Anakin, on the other hand, began to go on missions given by the council with Obi Wan, and the difficulty of these missions was increasing. You were so close to Anakin, yet he felt like you were hundreds of light years away from him. You were unreachable to him.

Anakin heard that you were accepted as a padawan by Plo Koon when you turned 13. According to rumors in the temple, the Jedi knight from Dorin noticed your great potential and volunteered to train you. Maybe you weren't as good at using a lightsaber as the other padawans, you might not have been as strong or as durable, but you were smart, very smart. Your dangerously high intelligence level, combined with your composure, easily compensated for your other weaknesses, making you a promising Jedi knight candidate. Even the council had high hopes for you. That's why they didn't interfere with Plo Koon's training style and allowed him to take you out early on missions that could be considered at least partially dangerous.

It was thanks to one of these missions that you came together again. The Senate thought that a small newly established weapons factory on one of the republic's planets was making some irregularities and put pressure on the Jedi to resolve this situation. The council assigned you and Plo Koon to inspect this factory.

It didn't sound that difficult, actually. You would make a short journey to reach the planet in question, tour the factory, talk to the engineers, examine some documents and intimidate the managers.

What could go wrong with such a simple task? To be honest, you weren't known for being lucky, and as usual, trouble had found you.

Anakin and Obi-Wan didn't even need to contact Plo Koon to realize that the Senate was right about the factory producing weapons for Mandolorian terrorists. Less than a day after you arrived on the planet, you reached the council and reported that the factory was completely abandoned, saying that you were trapped and surrounded by thousands of droids and asked for help. The council also assigned Obi Wan and Anakin, who had returned from a mission to a nearby planet, to support Plo Koon and you. Anakin still remembered Mace Windu's explanation word by word when he explained the urgency of your situation to his master Obi-Wan. And how those words filled his little heart with fear.

"You must reach the weapons factory as soon as possible, Master Kenobi." Mace Windu said in a stern tone. "Or it might be too late to save them."

Even if these words had not been spoken, the more serious expression than ever on Mace Windu's face would have been more than enough for even the most primitive creature in the galaxy to understand the situation.

As the spaceship they were on made a sudden return to your planet by order of his master, Anakin was wondering why he was so worried about a girl he had only talked to a few times. While he could keep his cool even during missions where his own life was threatened, why did the idea of ​​you in pain make his heart beat faster and his head spin? He was trying to breathe to calm down, but even his breathing was so irregular that Obi Wan felt the need to turn to him and reassure him that everything was okay. How could Anakin explain to his master that he was afraid for you, not himself? Would he understand if he told him?

While the young padawan was in these thoughts, the ship entered the atmosphere with a sudden jolt and landed near the factory. As the deafening noise of explosions and droid weapons filled his ears, he got off the ship and started running without waiting for his master's command. He could hear Obi-Wan calling to him to stop, but he didn't have the time or patience to wait. This was not a scene they were unfamiliar with anyway. When all this nonsense was over, he would happily hear Obi Wan's scolding and humbly accept his punishment, but right now wasn't the right time to think about that. The only thing that mattered at that moment was saving you, and he was going to do it no matter what it took. Because it was his heart, not his brain, that told him to do this, and Anakin was not mature enough to resist his heart. With a swift move, he pulled out his lightsaber and sliced ​​the first droid he encountered in half.

When he heard the sound of your footsteps mixing with the sounds of the battle droids, he realized how close he was to them, but he didn't even slow down for fear of being late for you. He was destroying all the war machines in front of him, clearing the way and moving towards the direction where he sensed your presence.

When he and his master, who finally managed to catch up with him, arrived at the production facility where you were fighting the droids, he started looking around for you, without even bothering to check how Plo Koon was doing. Plo Koon was one of the most powerful Jedi, someone like him could survive without the help of a padawan, but not you. He could feel with all his being that you needed help, but no matter how much he looked around, he couldn't see you.

While Anakin was looking around the burning production facility to find you, he saw two silhouettes in the smoke. One of these silhouettes, the one leaning on the ground and cowering against a wall, belonged to a young girl. The other was the silhouette of an armed droid, as tall as a human but as skinny as a skeleton. Moreover, this droid's gun was pointed at you and was about to be fired. Anakin knew his feelings were not wrong. You were in a difficult situation and needed his help.

He was sure that he wanted to run towards you, save you by smashing that droid into thousands of pieces, and then kick its ugly metal head and throw it to the farthest corner of the galaxy. But he knew he didn't have time for that. So he did something even he didn't expect and threw his lightsaber towards you, hoping you could catch it in time. He knew that this move was madness. What kind of maniac would give up the only weapon he had among thousands of battle droids and leave himself defenseless? Especially if he doesn't know the other person well?

But Anakin had never regretted what he had done, not even for a moment. He saw you pull the thrown lightsaber with force and catch it, then slice the droid in half before he could fire to you. Yes, you were safe, but that safety was only for a brief moment. He had no time to relax, otherwise he knew you would be open to attacks from other droids. Without wasting any time, he followed the green lightsaber shining among the smoke and reached him. You were finally in front of him.

To be honest, your situation wasn't looking so bright. You were seriously injured and your body was covered in blood. Anakin had knelt down next to you and gently held your face between his fingers, afraid of hurting you even more. He could feel the warm drops of blood running down your face, flowing from his fingers to his wrists, but he didn't care about anything other than your safety at that moment. "Are you okay?" he asked, trying to hide how worried he was. Just by looking into your eyes, he could see how much the conflict you were experiencing had worn you out, but you put on a brave and determined expression and nodded, trying not to let the pain you were feeling reflected in your voice, "I'm fine." you muttered. "I'm fine, but I think my legs are stuck and I can't move them."

"Don't be afraid, I'll find a way to get you out of here."

He could see a shattering mass of metal pinning your legs. He took the lightsaber from your hand, carefully opened it, and held it up to the metal plate. "I'll try not to cut off your legs," he said, trying to smile to calm you down, and then added. "At least one of them."

You must have liked Anakin's little joke, too, because your lips turned slightly to the side despite your helpless situation. "Don't worry." you said, laughing. "They will break off on their own anyway, even if you don't cut them."

After receiving a sarcastic approval from you, he began to cut and separate the metal pieces with great patience. He made every move carefully and attentively, afraid of hurting you. When your legs were finally free, he took a deep breath and looked at your face again.

"It's not safe here. We have to get out of here."

"But my master is still fighting." Even though you tried to object, Anakin did not accept it. "He can take care of himself, and the support sent by the council is on the way."

His tone and expression were so determined that you gave up and surrendered to Anakin. You didn't have the strength to resist even if you wanted to. He wrapped his arms tightly around your body, stood up and started walking towards the factory exit. To be honest, you were a little heavier than you looked, and your blood was staining his clothes, but as long as you could rest your head on his chest and he could feel the warmth of your body, nothing else mattered.

Your next meeting was in the infirmary at the Jedi temple. 3 days had passed after your unfortunate duty at the factory and you had just regained your consciousness. During this time, Anakin began to help Jocasta Nu in the archives, upon his master's orders. It could not be said that he was very happy with his situation, but he still considered himself lucky that the punishment for his disobedience during duty was so small. Besides, even though organizing the archives was a tedious task, it kept his mind busy, and he definitely needed it.

Every moment he wasn't busy with something, he was thinking about you and what happened at the factory that day and trying to make sense of what he was feeling. That strange feeling that he thought he had forgotten years ago was back. Why did his heart beat faster and his face turn red every time he thought of you? Were these normal? His master had told him that a Jedi should not become attached to anything, but he should also be compassionate. Anakin could not understand this contrast. He was also afraid of being attached to you. But this was very illogical. Could one person become so attached to another person in such a short time? All these questions confused little Anakin more than ever. Finally, he realized that he could not bear these questions any longer and decided to visit you in the infirmary at the end of the 3rd day. Besides, he also had something that belonged to you, and he had to return it to you as soon as possible.

When he came to you, he saw that you were much more cheerful than he expected. You still looked very weak and you were obviously going to be in the infirmary for a while longer. Still, without letting this demoralize you, you were patiently waiting for your recovery, and in the meantime, you were trying to pass the time by reading the war history texts you took from the archive.

Still, you smiled so widely when you saw Anakin that he was convinced you were glad to see him, too. Trying to suppress the uncomfortable feeling he felt in his stomach, he put on a confident expression and quickly walked over and sat on your bed.

"You look better." he said with the light of hope appearing in his eyes.

You smiled warmly at him. "Thank you, Anakin." you said. "I feel better too."

After a brief hesitation, he pulled a lightsaber from under his cloak and handed it to you, "I think this is yours." he said. "I found it at the factory."

Just seeing the familiar blue color of the lightsaber brought peace to your soul. You happily took the saber from Anakin's hand and began to examine it. "God, thank you so much Anakin. I thought I had lost it."

"My master always tells me that the lightsaber is a Jedi's life and they must protect it at all costs."

Even though you lost your lightsaber for reasons beyond your control, what Anakin said made you a little embarrassed. "Of course, I'm not trying to justify my irresponsibility, but what happened that day was unexpected. I must have dropped it during that chaos."

"To be honest, I've lost my lightsaber too many times."

The confession of the padawan in front of you made you smile a little. Actually, what you should have done was to politely thank Anakin for saving your life, and when the time comes, pay him back at all costs. However, owing your life to him placed such a heavy burden on your shoulders that you felt crushed under this weight, no matter how humble the attitude of the boy in front of you. Before you even thought, the words were coming out of your mouth. "Master Kenobi says that our lightsaber is our life, right? So, according to the master's logic, you entrusted your life to me in the factory, and you also saved mine by finding my lightsaber."

Anakin looked at you in surprise, not knowing what to say at your words. Yes, your reasoning based on his master's words was correct, however, he did not expect you to approach the subject from this perspective. Fortunately, you continued talking without a long pause, and he was spared the trouble of finding an answer to give you.

"I am grateful to you for saving my life, Anakin, and I swear that one day I will repay you. Please give me your lightsaber until that day, and you can take mine."

"So you want us to surrender our lives to each other?" Anakin asked with mixed emotions. Wouldn't this agreement create a commitment between you? Anakin could not comprehend the depth of this devotion.

You nodded decisively in response. "Yes. So we can remember this promise between us for the rest of our lives. These sabers we exchanged will be a symbol of our friendship and trust in each other, and one day I will repay my debt to you. Until then, I want to remember the promise I made to you every time I look at your saber."

Then you added timidly, "If you want too, of course."

Anakin thought for a few seconds, then without a word, he handed you his lightsaber and accepted this pact that would bind your hearts and bodies together forever. Thus, a very special bond was formed between you that will never be broken again. Who knew that this innocent bond established between two children would one day bring disaster to the galaxy...

[heartofmortis]

✧ exile (what a ghostly scene)

. *. ⋆ Anakin / Vader x Reader

summary: you were bail organa’s ward, raised on alderaan with your younger sister. in the twilight of the clone war, you and anakin fell in love. when the war died, it dragged you and anakin to early graves with it — leaving only darth vader behind. even after years without you, he still wants you back. and there is nothing he would not do to bring you back to him. . .

tags: angst, tragic romance, suitless vader, no y/n, gn reader, inspired by the 2020 vader comics & vader immortal, past major character death, mourning, vader needs a hug, resurrection

note: my first reader/second person fic — i’m sorry if the tense is bad ajsjwjwjqjq. i’ve had this in my drafts for soooo long and i finally decided to finish it 🫶

word count: 1k

part 1 of 4

The stars have died, fizzling out into oblivion. All that remains is a charcoal heart that once belonged to Anakin Skywalker.

The boy from Tatooine is unreachable now, trapped inside the twisted soul of Darth Vader. The galaxy’s beloved Hero With No Fear is gone. With the rise of the Empire, the Jedi and their sympathisers will be erased from memory. A clean slate to start a new era.

Three years after the creation of the Empire, Darth Vader stands alone. His tower on Mustafar is isolating; its strategic position is a constant reminder of that day. His injuries still hurt sometimes: phantom itches on his now metal legs; scars from his burns that did not fully heal. The medical droids say he is lucky — the fire could have done more serious damage, and he could have been forced to rely on a suit keeping him alive for the rest of his days. Instead, the ebony coloured mask and suit he wears are to conceal his identity. A precaution so that Anakin Skywalker can fade from people’s tongues and memory, leaving the tyranny of Darth Vader in its place.

The weight of his failures is not the heaviest burden. Darth Vader drowns in his anger and grief. He was not strong enough to kill Obi-Wan Kenobi. He was not strong enough to save you.

(All things die. Even stars burn out.)

You were the stars in his sky, his light in the dark, the silvery moon to his blazing sun. So tender and kind. Perhaps your heart was too good for this world. Perhaps, it was your weakness all along. (How could peace ever love a dragon?)

Since you met, you had been Anakin’s sun. You anchored him; guided him home. You were his destiny. And, without you, the galaxy had turned cold. The fiery world outside, all hot air and lava fields, only stood as a reminder of his failure. He’d lost you. After everything Anakin had tried — surrendering himself to the dark side, betraying the light — he could not save you. Time had not quelled the pain.

Vader wonders if you would still recognise him. His copper hair has grown longer (he remembers how you used to cut it for him after he returned from another mission, and you’d giggle as you braided thin locks together), but his face hides behind an obsidian mask. You always loved the blue of Anakin’s eyes, but now they are blazing amber.

Mornings are the only time Vader allows himself to dwell on the past. It is when he finds himself alone and does not have to hide.

Vader recalls how you arrived on Mustafar like it was yesterday. (You haunt him every waking moment.) He could sense your conflicted emotions as soon as you disembarked your ship. Vader wasted no time approaching you, drawing you into his arms (where you belonged; where you were safe). His lips reconnected with yours, fitting together like puzzle pieces as he kissed you hungrily, his hands settled on your hips to keep you close.

You and Anakin had met after turning nineteen. He and Obi-Wan were called to Alderaan to protect the Queen and Viceroy from an assassination attempt. Being their ward, you had been there the whole time and quickly formed a connection with the young padawan — your relationship had blossomed during the Clone Wars.

He rested his forehead against yours as you spoke. “I heard terrible things. Tell me none of it is true.”

Vader hadn’t replied immediately and instead drew his head back to look at you. He would tell you any sweet lie if he needed to as he fought to quell the anger flaring in his eyes. “What have you been told?”

“Obi-Wan told me—”

Vader’s grasp around you tightened protectively. “Obi-Wan is alive?”

“He said you’d killed Jedi. Killed younglings.”

“You must not believe him, my love. He’s a traitor.”

It wasn’t the answer you sought, and you took a step backwards out of your husband’s grasp. “What have you done?”

“I did this for you. To save you.” He cupped your chin in his flesh hand and whispered your name. “I love you.”

Your eyes trained into his. There was no denial, no remorse in his stature; his only regret was letting Obi-Wan tell you anything.

He repeated his words. “I did this for you.”

From the shadows of your cloak, you drew a blaster. Only a small, weak thing. Vader watched your hands tremble. He did admire your courage. “Fix this,” you demanded. “Please,” you begged.

Anger flickered in Vader’s eyes. He had never seen you unimpressed with him. With an easy glide of his hand, Vader used the Force to knock the blaster out of your grip and pin your arms by your sides

“I am stronger than the Chancellor now,” he explained desperately, drawing you to his side. “I can overthrow him. Then you and I can be together; we can run away — just like you always wanted to.”

(But you didn’t. He lost you. Some might call you a traitor — Vader maintains that you were misguided.)

Three years later, regret still festers inside Vader’s hollow soul. There must have been a way to save you.

He misses you endlessly: craving your touch and the sound of your voice. (There is nothing Vader desires more than to have you back in his arms.)

Part of him wants to forget. To cast his memories of you into an abyss; to put the past behind him. But it is an impossible task. You are too well tangled into his soul. You haunt him. (And you’ll haunt him until his death.)

Today, there is no time to focus on you. A new morning brings meetings and training. You were Anakin’s Achilles Heel — but Darth Vader shows no such weakness. As Vader sits on his throne, reading over mission logs and other updates from the spread of the Empire across the galaxy, he receives a message: he must make his return to Coruscant immediately. (Your memory pulls him under the ocean again until he can no longer breathe.)

[cookybananas]

Into You - Unburnt!Darth Vader x Reader

authors note: y'all can't stop me from writing unburnt/vader fics

summary: your husband, Lord Vader, is awfully cold towards you. Until one day, he begins to open up to you

"Let me into your heart..." You begged to your husband, whose backside faced you. His large frame faced the large window to your shared bedroom. "Can't you see my devotion to you? How much I-"

"Silence!" Vader barked, already growing annoyed at your words. You quickly shut yourself up, furrowing your eyebrows in frustration at him now. It had been 6 months since you had wed the Emperor's right hand man. From the start of the marriage, you had been nothing but a loyal wife who cared for him, despite him not showing his feelings for you in return.

As a former princess, your parents had stressed that you needed to learn how to be the ideal wife for your future husband ever since you were young. They had enrolled you into sewing classes and medical classes, believing that these traits would serve you well. Your mother had taught you to cook as well. She had always said that the fastest way to a man's heart was his stomach, and that meant that you had a cook a feast fit for king, and in this case, it was your husband, Lord Vader.

The efforts you had went through to show Vader your faithfulness to him were tiresome. At first, you had convinced yourself he just didn't know how to express his feelings towards you, but you were delusional. You now beginning to think he simply wasn't interested in you, but you wouldn't give up on him, and you didn't know why.

Even if you felt lonely, you knew the purpose of your marriage was to serve the Sith Lord, and only him. At times, you find had yourself missing your parents, your people, and being on a physical planet. You hated living on the Death Star, the grey interior sucked the life out of you. It didn't help that you could only stare into the dark and vast universe that had surrounded you.

-

Vader had sensed that you had been feeling distressed and had offered you a getaway in one of the luxurious penthouses on Coruscant, to which you happily took him on that offer, hoping that he would also join you the duration you were there. Unfortunately, he would only be there for a few days before the Emperor had requested his presence in the outer rim territories.

On the second night of your luxurious stay at the large penthouse, you began to do one of the many activities that helped you ease your mind: cooking. The two guards whom you had gave the task to retrieve your groceries had returned. Vader had entrusted them to look after you while he was gone for the time being.

After putting the groceries in their rightful place, you began prepping the ingredients for some bivoli tempari with a side of calamari chowder. Cooking was an escape for you; you didn't have to worry about anyone or anything else as you let your mind and hands wander, it felt like second nature to you.

The oven beeps, telling you that the bivoli tempari had finished baking. You finished setting the utensils on the table for you and the two guards, you thought that they could accompany you and that they would probably enjoy this meal better than the cafeteria food on the Death Star. They were a bit hesitant at first, perhaps worried that Darth Vader could walk in at any given moment, knowing that he wouldn't like the idea of his guards getting close to his wife.

To your surprise, the two guards were very easy to talk to. You discovered that their names were Knox and Adam, both very simple men who had the goal to fulfill their duty and were passionate about the Empire. You began to feel at ease, feeling more comfortable in the penthouse after having dinner with the two soldiers.

-

On the fifth day of your stay, Vader had surprised you by showing up two days earlier than his expected date. The doors to the elevator revealed a Vader in critical condition, you rush over to him, dragging him into the living room to patch him up. This wasn't the first time you had to patch him up. There were times your husband would come into your chambers injured after a mission. Other times he would wake you up to help him put on a batch patch on his back, but this time, he needed more than that. What felt natural to you, you began strip him of his black clad armor to get to the wounds.

"The...The helmet." He said weakly, his modulated breathing was hitched. Your eyes widen at his request, you had never seen him without his helmet before. Your hands were shaky as they slowly made their way to undoing the outer shell of the helmet, lifting it up from the neck gaiter.

"Maker..." You whispered under your breath, eyes widening at how gorgeous the man that sat in front of you was. His yellow colored eyes met your e/c orbs. His sandy curls were damp from the sweat he accumulated during combat. Your husband's hitched breathing brought you back to reality as you began to analyze his body from injuries.

He had a large gash on his left shoulder and ribs. You run into the kitchen to retrieve your medical box, now opening it on the table you began to work on him right away.

The atmosphere between the both of you was silent, but tense. Not a single word was muttered, other than Vader's occasional hisses of pain when you applied some bacta ointment on his wounds. An hour had passed while you had patched your husband up, without thinking, your e/c orbs met his as you cup his cheek with your hand.

"I'll make some soup to make you feel better hun." You kissed his forehead before walking back into the kitchen. It was in your nature to be nuturing, it was perhaps one of your best attributes that many people loved about you. For Vader, he hated it. He hated how caring you were, despite all the things he had put you through, you were forgiving and still cared for him. He felt he didn't deserve the woman like you.

Vader remained on the couch, his hands in his head, still stunned at what you did. It was the first time you had touched him, the first time you kissed him in way that made the butterflies in his stomach flutter.

A feminine hum shook him out of his thoughts, when he turned around, he was met with your backside torwards him. You were swaying your hips, as you hummed along to one of your favorite artists, Kuma Marden.

Vader couldn’t help but stare in awe, the corner of his mouth twitching into a small smile at you immersed into the music as you cooked. He didn't know what overcame him, but he knew he couldn't just sit there helplessly as you cooked.

“Allow me to help you my dear.” Your eye slightly widen at his suggestion, before you quickly nodded at him. Vader raises his hand toward the cupboards where the silverware and plates were. Using the force, Vader motioned the now, floating utensils and plates into the direction of the dinner table. You chuckled at Vader’s helpfulness as he carefully set the table with the use of the force.

“Take a seat darling, dinner is almost ready.” Your soft, yet gentle voice rung through his ears. With a screech from the chair, Vader plopped himself down in the chair that was head of the table. You made your way over to him, holding bowl containing some sort of stew that was steaming hot. Vader’s stomach rumbled at the sight of the bowl in front of him. It had been years since he had last seen something this appetizing.

With his hunger gnawing at him, Vader dug into the hearty stew. Glancing over at your husband, you couldn’t help but smile at his hastiness, before returning your focus on layering some jogan fruit on the purple-filled tart. The sound of the spoon hitting the table had made you nervous. “What’s wrong? Do you not like it dear?” You stopped in your tracks, whipping your head where your husband sat, growing nervous at his response.

"This is...This is very delicious my dear." He uttered out before digging back in. You let out a sigh of relief, smiling to yourself, content that you were able to satisfy your husband. What you didn't know, memories had began flooding into Vader's mind. The stew you had made had a familiar taste, if not the exact same taste of a soup his mother had made for him when he was a youngling.

"Well, make sure you leave some room for dessert then honey." You reply, slicing a piece of the jogan tart and plating for him. You place the plate in front of him. Realizing your husband was still shirtless, you go fetch one of his black robes that hung in the closet in the bedroom.

You had just missed the look on his face. Vader loved jogan fruit, and for it to be in tart form? Even better. He began scarfing down the dessert the moment you had turned your back.

Returning to the dining room, you see Vader washing away the plates he had just finished eating off from. Noticing you out the corner of his eye, he turned off the sink, wiping his hands dry on one of kitchen towels. You make your way over to him, helping him put on his black robe. He turns around to face you, allowing you to tie his robe altogether.

Sensing his gaze on you, you look up to him and give him a small smile before walking away to finish cleaning up, not giving him the chance to thank you for the dinner. Vader stood there, slightly hurt at your action.

The both you spent your evening winding down separately from each other. He could swear you were force sensitive or something, especially whenever he walked into a room you were in, you were quick to pardon yourself into a different room. He was getting just a tad bit annoyed, was he really that awful to stare at? Was he really that intimidating for you to be around?

He had found you in bed, sitting against the headboard, reading away at one of your books. Vader removes his robe and throws it on the vanity chair, leaving himself shirtless. Still immersed in your book, you feel the bed dip next to you, as your husband lets out a sigh of content after getting into a comfortable position.

For once, you sensed that your husband was finally opening up to you. Never did you ever see his face before going to bed or waking up. He had always made sure you didn't catch a glimpse of his actual face, maybe he was afraid of what your reaction would be.

You could feel his eyes burning through your skull. Beginning to feel uncomfortable under his gaze, you decided to speak up.

"How was your day hun?" Attempting to ease the awkwardness that had formed between the both of you. He didn’t respond, but you felt him grab your right hand that had been resting on your side. He began tracing your palm of your hand with his metal pointer finger, making you look over at him.

Now that he had your attention, your eyes lock on each other, your breath hitches at his intense yellow eyes.

"Sometimes I don't appreciate you enough my darling." He whispered to you. You were taken aback at his words, never did he speak such words to you, or just speak to you in general.

"Those rebels really got you messed up today don't they?" You poke at him, recalling that his physical state a couple of hours ago. Vader chuckled at your words.

"You could think that...But I mean it, really." His sincerity showing through.

You shut your book and place on the nightstand, unsure what to say to him. You couldn't run away from him this time.

"Perhaps you should get some rest." You suggest, wanting to avoid where the conversation was leading to. Turning off the lamp, you lay down on your side, your back facing him now.

Vader was starting to grow upset at your dismissive behavior, but he knew why you were acting this way. He had realize how cold he had been to you since the start of your arranged relationship. He never wanted this, but of course the Emperor had forced this upon him. He knew one day you would be collateral damage if something were to go wrong.

The past few months, Vader had been dealing with some inner turmoil. Conflicted with the idea of falling in love, the idea of falling in love with you. But now, he was desperate for your attention, deprived of it. Without thinking, Vader moved closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

At first, he could feel how tense you were, but you soon relaxed in the comfort of his large, strong arms. Your heart was beating fast against your ribcage. Vader was never physical with you, but you couldn't help but enjoy this very moment. Everything you had wanted to him to do, you were given it tonight. You knew it would take time for him to come around. Realizing your actions may have been hurtful to him, you turn around and face him.

“Perhaps I was too little rude to you.” You whisper to him. Your hand cupping his cheek.

“You don’t need to apologize for anything.” He cupped your cheek, his thumb gentle grazing the bottom of your lip. “May I?”

“Y-you may.” You breathlessly let out. His lips finding its way to yours.

His lips were soft against your plush lips. You pull away from him, trying to process what had happened. You rest your forehead on his, trying to catch your breath.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting you to do that.” You murmur, now resting your head on his chest, your arms snaking around his torso, tightly embracing him.

Vader couldn’t help smile to himself at your words. As you began to slip into your slumber, he couldn’t help but comb his fingers through your hair before dozing off himself. Perhaps he should keep you around longer.

-

authors note: thanks for reading yall!! xx

[biteofcherry]

Darkness between the stars

Darth!Steve Rogers x female reader

Author's Note: On my recent wave of feels after Anakin's cameo in Ahsoka, I couldn't stop thinking about powerful Jedi Steve Rogers, who was once galaxy's hope, turning dark. This is very loosely inspired by Anakin's storyline, without going full on Vader-look (because Steve's face is too pretty to cover it with that ugly helmet; sorry, I make the rules here).

summary: You followed your Master when he gave in to the dark side, not believing the twisted values the Emperor spew, but because you couldn't imagine being anywhere other than by Steve's side. Even if you accepted the fact Steve's heart may forever belong to the woman he once loved.

warnings: angst; hurt/comfort; soft dark!Steve Rogers; some power imbalance; choking kink; implied age gap (since Steve was the Reader's Master), but Reader is of age

The threat of thudding footsteps caused a spike of fear among the Imperial officers passing in the corridor outside - you sensed the stench of it. You could easily imagine them scattering away as quickly as possible, or trying to blend with the walls.

As cowardly as it was, it was also wise. Finding yourself in the path of an angry Sith Lord would end badly.

Thankfully, the medical droid stitching up your leg had no real human feelings, so it continued its work without a hitch even as the seal to the med bay opened and Steve stormed in.

All in his towering, dark glory.

Black robe swiping the floor, deadly lightsaber strapped to the utility belt, shiny buckles on the reinforced leather gloves on his hands. 

Darth Nomad. Sith Lord.

Once upon a time a great, idealistic Jedi Master, Steve Rogers.

Though the Jedi Order no longer existed and his path had turned dark and bloody, he still remained Steve to you.

Only in privacy. Always in your heart, even as you addressed him as Master or Nomad when other's ears and eyes were on you. He owned you; his claws ran far deeper and clutched stronger than Palpatine’s influence on him.

You harbored a crush on your Master for years, hiding your thoughts and longing every day. As well every night, when you rested in your chamber at the Jedi temple and he returned into the arms of his beloved wife in her lush suite.

When you followed Steve to kneel at the Emperor's feet and pledge loyalty to the dark side, you perfectly sold the lie of the ambitious, proud apprentice who was bitter the Jedi were too weak. You claimed to want to continue your training and be on the winning side, the side of true power.

What you truly wanted was to be with Steve, even if it was only to suffer unrequited love as you helped him drown the world in blood.

The Emperor somehow bought it, or maybe simply thought it useful to have you serve the Empire, no matter your actual motivation. 

However, Steve saw right through you.

He didn't confront you right away. Not for months. Until the two of you were on a solo quest, treading through the lush flora of an outer-rim planet, searching for an ancient artifact - much like you used to do as Jedi.

Did he catch you looking at his profile too long? Did he sense the change in your heartbeat whenever he was close? Was your Force bond so strong that he glimpsed into your desperate dreams?

Or maybe Steve simply knew you so well, after all the years. 

When he reached for you, when he touched you, you knew it could deepen your later suffering. But you still gave in, if only for one night. If only you could taste him and fall apart under his command this one time. 

But it wasn’t just one night. Nor a few chance encounters over the years. 

Whatever it was between the two of you, has become a regularity. A wicked norm that sated, as well enhanced the craving that’s been burning inside of you. It seemed there was never enough; the desire for him simmered beneath your skin every day and your desperate love pushed you further into howling darkness. 

Eerie, that love was what pushed Steve to the dark side as well. 

There were other factors, layers upon layers, but it was the heart that sealed the deal. For the both of you. 

Your tragedy was that Steve’s heart would never be yours. 

So you fed off on everything else you were given - Steve’s attention, his lust, his protectiveness. 

Which was why he stomped through the Executor like a deadly storm cloud - in his case, literally deadly - led by rage.

You knew it was mostly directed at the scum who dared to wound you, but some of it was also at you. For being careless in your small mission, which you attempted to keep secret from him. 

His black cloak floated ominously around Steve as he stepped inside; his fingers clenched into fists, stretching the leather of his gloves.

“How serious is the injury?” Even in anger, Steve’s voice remained calm. 

You opened your mouth to say it’s not that bad, but he gave you a pointed look that meant he wasn’t talking to you and that you were in serious trouble. The kind that may end with your ass bruised. 

“A level two blaster wound to the thigh,” the medical droid reported. “It missed the artery and the muscle will rebuild with the protein enhancer we’ve injected. Patient’s skin has been sutured.”

Steve’s gaze flicked to your bare leg, eyes narrowing as he assessed the dressing over your wound. The droid wasn’t bothered by it, but if a living person was here instead, they’d sweat in fear of his disapproval. 

“The patient may experience impaired mobility for the next day. No other complications are expected.”

Steve nodded, his eyes still on your leg. Though his trimmed beard gentled the sharp line of his jaw, you still saw the nervous tick of muscle. Then his gaze shifted along your half-dressed body and settled on your face. 

He stepped closer to the bed and cupped your chin. Scent of familiar leather pleasantly dispersed the annoying smell of medical antiseptics. 

“I’m gone for two days and you get yourself in trouble, Stardust.” Steve squeezed your chin a tad harder. “Should I keep you at my side at all times, like an irresponsible apprentice freshly in training?”

“Or-” he leaned in; the blue of his eyes searing like his old lightsaber- “maybe I’ll confiscate your weapon and keep you as a bedwarmer only?”

Before you managed to utter I’m sorry for failing, Master, Steve was lifting you in his arms. Stealing your breath with the gesture.

One arm beneath your knees, the other under your back. Your heart stopped for a moment, then rushed in a rapid pattern as he carried you out of the med bay.   

It had to be a bizarre sight - the Dark Lord of the Sith, most feared in the whole galaxy Darth Nomad, who snapped necks with a flick of a wrist; was carrying a woman through the Star Dreadnought.

However, no one dared to stare, or even flick a curious glance your way. 

Steve showed softness when you both laid spent after fucking, or simply wrapping an arm around your middle when you were sleeping, but he never carried you like that. 

Even when he wanted you in a certain position when he fucked you, he either told you to do it the right way, or used the Force to bend your body how he wished. 

Being cradled in his arms, out in the open, soothed that deep longing for true care on his part. Taunted you with deep feeling that you knew would never be real.

“Something’s troubling you.” Steve stated when the double-sealed entrance to his (and yours) chambers closed behind you. “And it’s not your injury, I sense.”

He crossed the space to the bedroom, where cold blue light changed into unsettling red that you learned to associate with safety. Black and red used to mean the enemy, the danger, even death, but Steve made you love it. Conditioned you to see it as the setting you belonged in. 

“Well, my failure in successfully finishing my deal on Serenno,” you shrugged, but instantly cringed as you felt that lie failed miserably.

You weren’t a bad liar. When it came to Steve, however, it was as if the ability was malfunctioning. 

At least ever since he slipped his gloved finger between your lips for the first time and softly commanded you to admit how much you craved him.  

You yelped as Steve suddenly dropped you onto the bed. The muscle in your thigh spasmed, sending a painful jolt. Fingers gripping the dark sheets, you breathed through the wave of ache as you lifted your gaze to look at Steve.

His black robe dropped to the floor. He set his lightsaber down on the black, lacquered table, then unbuckled his utility belt. It fell to the floor with a dull thud. 

“You do not lie to me, Stardust,” Steve’s glare was a warning as he braced his hands on his hips and waited for your honesty.

The reason hidden deep in your heart could bring you more trouble than withholding the truth from Steve. You feared speaking it aloud may cut you out of Steve’s life completely, if he learned that you were desperate for so much more than his cock. 

But there was no way of hiding it from him for long. Not when he was on a hunt to rip that truth out of you.

Steve would get to it one way, or another. One could perhaps be a sexually torturous way, but there was also a chance of him reaping it from your mind with the Force. 

You took a deep breath, forcing a cold sheet to form around your fluttering heart and make you seem indifferent to your own emotions, like you did at the beginning of your life on the dark side. Your fingers tightened their grip on the smooth, dark sheets.

“Your gesture startled me,” you admitted. “I know I’m of certain value to you, as a lover and as a former Padawan. Being carried like that, like you cared, incited foolish thoughts in my head.” 

Steve’s eyes narrowed as a frown marred his forehead. His head tilted slightly to the side, his gaze never allowing yours to drop. 

“Elaborate,” he requested, but you knew that despite the calm tone it was a command. 

“It almost ignited a stupid hope to have your heart,” you spat out bitterly, “which would never happen, I’m aware, Master. I know there was only one woman who had your heart and it lies buried with your wife.” 

With the woman who wasn’t strong enough to pull him off that edge of destruction, nor had the guts to fall with him and rule by his side. 

Steve’s hand shot forward, fingers curled in an open grip. The yank of incredibly powerful Force pulled your body upwards, as if you were a featherlight ragdoll. He made your body flow in the air, inches above the floor. 

The pressure around your neck cinched. He wasn’t touching you, yet it felt as if Steve’s gloved fingers were wrapped around the front of your neck, squeezing your throat. 

It spiked fear and adrenaline, but also roused your body in ways no other lover ever could. 

Your body froze in place right in front of Steve, the Force still keeping you hanging in the air. 

“You are right to say my heart was buried with my wife.” Steve growled through clenched teeth. “It’s left in the past that we burned to the ground.” 

A gasp escaped your lips as Steve’s hand firmly wrapped around your neck. Though he still used the Force to move your body, it was also his sheer strength behind his movement as he walked you backwards until your back met the wall.

“You’re not in my heart, Stardust, because I no longer have one,” his hot breath tickled your cheek as Steve’s face inched even closer. 

“You’re not my love. You’re more. You’re  m i n e.”

What filled your heart felt similar to the overwhelming lightness you used to be connected with, once upon a time.

The Force eased back and your body sagged, but Steve’s hand was still firm on your throat. Holding you up as your toes tried to reach the floor and give you some support. 

No, he wouldn’t let you down easily. He would drive in the point that he was your support. He was your sustenance. He would hold you up, as well destroy you. 

“You’re my fucking everything!” 

Steve bit your bottom lip, making you cry out at the sudden sting. Then the flick of his tongue soothed it before he swiped between your parted lips. The way Steve kissed you was more consuming than the darkness you dwelled in; more burning than the lightsaber’s blade. 

When he pulled away, your lips were swollen and tingling, and your cunt was pulsing with need. 

“You’ll repent for endangering what’s mine-” Steve’s chuckle was a brush of tempting darkness as his free hand slid up your wounded thigh- “tomorrow, when it’s fully healed.” 

“Yes, Master,” you moaned as his fingers changed their course and teased your folds beneath the short, medical robe. 

[vadersassistant]

Within Close Proximity One Shot (Darth Vader x Reader)

Summary: After (Y/N) saves the dark lord, he finally acts on his feelings for her. Takes place during the season finale of Kenobi.

Warnings: Mentions of injury and death.

Wait on the ship, he had told her, and she respected his wishes willingly. In truth (Y/N) knew Vader only wanted to protect her. This was his fight, it needed to be, for him to truly move on, because this was his worst enemy. This was the man who had locked him in that black suit, the man that justified the need for Vader. Still, hearing the two sabers clash outside became unsettling, wondering who’s was really taking the hits. She even heard rocks falling, like they were throwing them at each other.

It was only until she heard a familiar voice shout that she questioned what he asked for.

“OBI-WAN!”

Something shook the ship, a force of some sort making it tremble. It was most definitely him, no man could ever make that kind of sound with that low of a voice. She put her stuff away unforgivingly and decided on peeking to see if everything was alright. Slowly, looking out from the underbelly of the ship, (Y/N)’s eyes landed on a man falling, his blue lightsaber crumpling with him. The large rock figures behind the man showed a red glow, the two shadows pressed onto it. She saw the Sith’s shadow standing over him, before the saber disengaged, and watched him fall to the ground.

“Vader!” she immediately called out, running over.

There was a slight noise, faint but still clear. It sounded like wheezing, rather than Vader’s usual respirators sound. As she turned the corner, she saw the man up close, blade wound right near his heart, most definitely dead. It was gruesome, but not impactful, like the man beside him had become. Vader sat kneeling over, his chest box beat inward, armor similarly nicked and scratched, a blazing cut on his back. He was trying to crawl over to the ship, so far beaten and yet victorious at the same time.

(Y/N)’s heart had dropped, being quick to come to his side.

“Let me help you,” she ushered. “I’ve got you.”

Vader was massive compared to her, compared to most in the galaxy in general. He was way over six foot, a mass of muscle and armor that surely weighed a tun. It was stupid for her to try and carry him, and yet she did anyways. Taking his arm around her neck, she took hers around his waist, holding on gently but firm enough to get a good grip. (Y/N) already had a strategy, as she mustered up all the emotion she could to lift the two up. With a determined grunt she pushed off her knee to bring the two up to their feet, immediately walking over.

The force swept around the two, his body heat kept her warm on the cool planet. He was using it to assist her, leaning his weight on her side while having the force keep both steady.

“Is it just your chest box and back?” (Y/N) asked.

‘Yes,’ his voice echoed in her mind, not wanting to truly speak.

Vader watched over her face the entire walk there, seeing her become so determined over someone she was loyal to. (Y/N) was naturally motherly, the type of person to pay you back ten fold if you did something for her once. She understood how hard this was but was blinded by the idea of helping her friend, innocently unaware of the fact he just murdered the man beside her. Unaffected by the fact he tormented the galaxy, murdering hundreds of thousands. It was in the name of the Empire, he was keeping order.

“I’ll fix you up, no worries,” she assured him as they boarded the ship.

She led him to the little med bay in the back, sitting him down on the hard cot by the wall. There was already a medical droid prepared to handle his suit, but she had made up her mind on tending to his back. Going to the other side of the room, she took off her officer’s jacket, leaving a white undershirt in its place. All she needed was to clean the wound and apply Bacta cream, seeing as it only burned the skin rather than cutting into it; his armor was thick, a barrier in these cases.

Vader kept his eyes on her beneath his mask, taking her in as she worked to help him. He traced her curves, noticing how well she hid herself in the jacket. She turned around, smiling softly to the Sith lord with items in hand.

“May I?” (Y/N) asked him.

‘You may,’ he spoke through the force.

She slowly sat on the cot herself, in the position where she was behind Vader as his legs sat over the edge, feet resting on the ground. It was ironic, how even when sitting on her knees he was taller, and wider. His shoulders were broad, essentially hiding the medical droid from her view. Before touching his cloak, she thought about asking permission as well, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

‘Do not be afraid, do as you please,’ it was like it was whispered into her ear, the closeness making her shiver.

Vader sat still as her hands went around his neck, gently unclasping the chain of his cloak and taking it off. He relished in the feeling of her being so close, pleased with how submissive and obedient she had always been. It was no secret to the Sith that he liked her, he never tried to fight it off, or shy away from taking up the opportunity. She would be his, and he could feel her attraction to him. He sensed (Y/N) biting her lip in concentration, cleaning up the burn with an alcohol wipe.

“Does this hurt?”

‘No.’

Soon enough she applied the Bacta cream, rubbing slow circles onto his skin where she could. She was in deep thought, a hand full of things crossing her mind. Vader paid close attention to the droid as he repaired his chest box, restoring his breathing back to normal with an odd hissing sound. (Y/N) wasn’t done yet, and Vader was pleased, waving he droid to go away.

“You won!” she exclaimed, patting his shoulder lightly.

“That is correct, Kenobi is no more,” Vader said.

“I’m proud of you,” she finished rubbing in the cream. “Even though my opinion doesn’t mean much.”

“Your opinion matters little one,” he urged.

“Thank you,” (Y/N) laughed, clasping his cloak back on.

“There is no place for gratification, I merely stated a fact.”

Vader stood up, only millimeters away from the lady in front of him as she sat on the cot still. He looked down at her, as she looked up, flustered.

“Of course,” she agreed, standing up.

Her breasts almost pressed against his chest, as he didn’t move an inch, or allow her space. Her irises shimmered in the translucent lighting, little bags weighing her eyelids down. It was only for a moment, as she scooted away as quickly as it started and put the tools she got out back in their place. A twinge of annoyance hit Vader, wanting to take advantage of the proximity while he still had it. He could feel it, he knew he wasn’t deceiving himself. She shied away because she was embarrassed of her own feelings, because she liked him and was flustered by the moment.

“Little one,” he called for her, as her back was towards him.

(Y/N) was trying to put one of the boxes of tools the droid had used back in its cabinet, struggling as it was the highest one.

“Yes?” she answered, wincing as she almost put a knee on the counter to get tall enough.

The Sith used the problem to his advantage, coming over to help. He pressed his body against hers, his figure hiding hers from the outside view. His two strong arms placed themselves gently on (Y/N)’s waist, hoisting her up with ease so she could put it away. Her thoughts were amusing, panicked and shocked as he held her. The woman’s face was madly red as he softly sat her down, keeping that protective hold on her stomach.

“Vader,” her words were breathy. “I—”

“I know.”

“You know?” she asked.

“I too share your feelings.”

“You do?”

“I do,” the lord assured.

“What are we going to do?”

“I would like to expand on our relationship, if you will have me,” he said.

“I would love to do that,” (Y/N) smiled, allowing herself to enjoy his touch.

She was obviously exhausted, her force signature prodding at her to go to sleep. Vader had just achieved two of his greatest victories this night. First, with his worst enemy, and second, with the love of his life. He picked her up bridal style before she could comprehend the action, hoisting her up like she was a feather and carrying her into the cockpit. Sitting (Y/N) down next to his seat, he unclipped his cloak and placed it on her.

“Rest, I shall pilot the ship,” Vader spoke.

“Good night, V,” she gave him a nickname as he sat down, now slowly dozing off.

“Good night, my dear.”

OMGGG VADER FLUFF?? Why of course

[dailydragon08]

Homecoming

Pairing: Luke Skywalker x F!Jedi!Reader   Summary: Although you're skilled in the ways of the Force and use that to your advantage in your medbay job, you always thought Luke Skywalker would be the one rescuing you, not the other way around. Warnings: reader gets shot with a blaster in the arm and leg, but injuries are not described in detail. Canon-typical violence. Reader has been separated from their family at age 10, but kept what exactly happened to them vague for self insert purposes. A/N:  "Remnants" is a series of one shots in no particular order about the budding relationship between you and Luke as he trains you in the ways of the Force. Remnants!Reader and Luke's first meeting. This is my first fic in a while and my first time writing action, so please bear with me! Hoping to get back into writing more frequently now. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated and my Remnants masterlist can be found linked in my pinned post on my blog! Enjoy!

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“Careful,” you said as you helped yet another rebel soldier onto the transport heading back to Home One, where you were typically stationed in medbay. But today, someone needed to be on the ground to give first aid to any critically wounded soldiers so they could survive the trip back to base—and that someone had been you. Not out of any obligation. But something felt like it had been pulling you to the dusty plains on-planet, and you were never one to refuse a call from the Force. 

A nearby explosion made you jump as the soldier ducked into the small ship. The pilot leaned out the door to shout over the racket, “You coming back as well?”

“I—” There it was again: the pull from this morning. The world stilled as you instinctively let yourself sink further into the Force. Time slowed and you were aware of all the souls on the battlefield, felt their fear, helplessness, rage, as particles of dirt and dust flew everywhere. They seemed to whiz by in slow motion so that you could see every facet of the tiny pieces of debris and in the middle of all the chaos, one particularly powerful presence about to knock on death’s door. They were close and felt different from the others—easier to grasp and hold onto. You’d felt this presence at rebel functions and on Home One before, and just like every time before, it somehow reached back until you were intertwined inexplicably before everything suddenly snapped back. 

“Um, hello?” the pilot waved his hand in front of your face. “You coming back or not?”

You blinked. “Sorry. No, I’m staying here.”

“This may be the last transport for a while.”

You felt the presence reach out to you again like a soft hand smoothing over your shoulder and shook your head. “No, I’m staying.”

Another boom and several screams echoed in the distance as he shrugged. “Your funeral.”

You barely waited for the ship’s door to close before tightening the strap of your medical bag and sprinting towards the source of the connection, trying to keep it as steady as possible through the Force. Of course, the one day you left your grandfather’s old lightsaber in your quarters was the day you might need it. Typically, it came with you everywhere, but it was left behind in your rush to play field doctor. Your parents had taught you what they knew of the Force before you’d been separated from them at age 10 and your savior and adoptive father, an old clone that had somehow escaped conversion during the Purge and joined the rebellion named Rex, took over your combat training. 

You weaved between the alleyways of abandoned stone houses in pursuit of your goal, hiding behind fallen objects and receiving cover from your comrades as Stormtroopers continued their assault. Although the emperor and Darth Vader were dead and the empire was fractured, small remnants remained here and there, trying to reorganize and reclaim power through their moffs’ and superior officers’ orders. 

A blaster shot grazed past your shoulder enough to tear through your jacket. You hissed through your teeth, but otherwise ignored it. The feeling of the presence reaching out through the Force, like a soft hand on your shoulder, came again. The touch was just as gentle, but came with a new sense of urgency, and you quickened your pace as the sounds of battle continued to ring around you. 

The presence grew in strength as you reached the end of the maze the neighborhood created. Just as you began to slow your pace so as not to run straight into a crossfire, a Stormtrooper jumped out from behind a nearby dumpster and pulled you down with him. You both writhed on the ground as he wrapped an arm around your neck and his legs around yours, boxing you in. You began rocking your body violently in an attempt to free yourself, managing to free an arm in just enough time to move his blaster away from your neck. He fired just as you moved, getting you at close range right in the calf. You cried out in pain, taking a deep breath before bringing your head forward, then whipping it back as hard as you could.

You winced as the trooper cried out, but didn’t indulge the pounding in your head as his arms fell to his sides. You stood, grabbing his blaster out of his hand and bringing the butt down hard on his helmet. He grunted before going limp. You nudged his foot with yours and when he didn’t move, held tight to the blaster and crouched by the opening to the plain ahead. 

Several crashed ships, dumpsters, and debris were scattered over the dirt with a large circle of Stormtroopers and Darktroopers nearby. The presence felt so close that you knew your quarry was in trouble in the middle of it. But this was away from the main fight, and the only other rebels that had been here before were all either unconscious or dead on the ground. 

A mechanical beeping nearby caught your attention and you looked just in time to see a Darktrooper round a fallen x-wing. You barely scrambled inside the lid of an overturned dumpster before it began shooting at you. You heard it thunk closer and held your blaster close to your chest. Another softer, more timid set of beeps and whistles sounded just in front of you. You jumped, pointing your blaster toward the sound only to find a little blue astromech wobbling on its legs in front of you. 

You breathed a sigh of relief as the Darktrooper continued to descend. You could feel the shots of its blaster shaking the dumpster and leaving searing holes you did your best to avoid. Turning to the astromech, you whispered, “You go around back and electrocute him while I distract him?”

The droid chirped before whizzing out of the dumpster, hugging the side closely. The Darktrooper was close enough now that you could hear the whirring of its ankle joints. You took a deep breath through your nose and blew it slowly out your mouth before squaring your shoulders and whipping around the corner, blaster at the ready. 

The imperial droid was barely inches from you as you raised your blaster toward its head. Before it could adjust its aim to shoot you, blue electricity engulfed its frame and it twitched and shook. You scampered back several steps as its head spun in circles, watching it fall to the ground with a solid thud to reveal the astromech. It chirped and beeped cheerfully before wiggling back and forth. 

You gave it a small smile and pat on the head. “Good work, buddy—whoa, hey.” A small claw shot out of the droid’s side and grabbed onto your jacket, slowly pulling you towards the x-wing and closer to the circle of imperials. 

“Is your master in that circle?”

The droid wiggled his body in what could’ve been a nod, but a Stormtrooper turned to face you before you could reach cover. “Hey! Over there!”

You cursed before diving behind the x-wing as the droid squealed in terror and sped after you. The ship provided decent cover for the moment as blaster shots rained down on you (and some even went far past you; typical Stormtroopers, but you weren’t complaining). 

“How are we gonna get out of this one?” you grumbled before peering around the x-wing. 

You groaned and pulled back as something small caught the sun's light and blinded you. You risked another look and saw a small, silver cylinder only a few feet away from you in the dirt: a lightsaber. You frowned. It certainly wasn’t yours. And the only other person you knew of in the rebellion who owned a lightsaber was—

Oh. Oh. Now you definitely had to save him. 

You turned to the droid beside you. “So that makes you R2?”

The astromech whirred excitedly and if the situation wasn’t so dire, you would’ve laughed at how it seemed proud and excited to be recognized. 

You glanced at the lightsaber on the ground again and saw half of the imperials coming towards you while the other half stayed closely huddled around a figure clad in black. Two Darktroopers kept a firm grip on his arms, twisting them behind his back before forcing him to his knees. You made eye contact and felt him reach for you again through the Force, this time with an urgent, unspoken plea to run while you still could. 

Closing your eyes, you tuned out R2’s urgent whistles to sink into the calming nature of the Force. You could feel the man’s presence even more clearly now and felt his fear—not for himself, but for you. Not just surprise, but a sort of awe and relief rolled through him in waves at finding someone who he could not only reach for, but who could reach back. You sensed he’d lived his whole life as if he was invisible in the Force and could watch the goings on, but never join. It was like constantly waving at passersby and having all hope squashed of someone ever waving back—until now. He seemed so elated to find someone like him that you were sure it affected his ability to withhold these strong feelings from your connection. You hadn’t even been properly introduced, but he was already cherishing your connection—and fearing whether you would survive long enough to be introduced. 

Focus. You honed in on the world around you and time again seemed to slow to a crawl. You locked all your concentration on the weapon in front of you, feeling the Dark and Stormtroopers’ feet move ever closer until they were only a few steps away from what might be your only saving grace. Grab the lightsaber! you thought you heard one shout. 

You remembered the Jedi phrase your parents taught you. “I am one with the Force and the Force is with me.” Taking one final deep breath, you let your hand leave the cover of the x-wing to reach towards Luke Skywalker’s weapon. 

R2 let out a started beep as the lightsaber zipped into your hand and you ignited the green blade. You took a split second to admire the detail on the hilt before slinging the blaster’s strap over your arm and stepping out into the fray. 

You easily batted the blaster fire away—just as you’d practiced for years with Rex and your grandfather’s lightsaber. Several of the shots successfully deflected into the troopers, sending them sprawling on the ground. R2 carefully zipped around the battlefield and incapacitated as many Darktroopers as possible, leaving you a clear shot to Luke. 

You slung the blaster off your shoulder and threw it as hard as you could, using the Force to guide the weapon onward. Dust that had kicked up from the fight made it hard to see, but you could sense precisely where everything was through the Force and used it as your guide. You slingshot the gun into the heads of the Darktroopers who were holding Luke hard enough to make them stumble and let go. He took his opportunity and grabbed the gun from where it fell as you continued to deflect fire and cut through armor and mechanics alike. 

Although you’d gotten plenty of Force training from your parents, which you’d continued via your grandfather’s journal after you’d been separated, and combat training from Rex, you’d never been in the thick of battle like this before. At least not fighting. You had shot and killed several Stormtroopers before, but always from a distance. Never like this—never close enough to hear their hiss of breath as they fell or the mechanical whirring of a Darktrooper malfunctioning. It was anxiety, relief, and guilt all at once, as well as anger toward the people who had made this conflict necessary in the first place. 

Again, you felt a cooling, calming presence wash over you, reminding you that everything would be all right, and you reached back just as gently, even as you both saw to the enemy. The green saber in your hands slashed through the closest Darktrooper, cleaving it straight in two before a low, mechanical growl sounded behind you. You spun, unsure if you could raise your defense in time, but a sudden blaster shot clean through the head rendered it useless. You stepped out of the way as it crashed to the ground. 

You urgently looked around, adrenaline pumping wildly, before realizing the only sound you could hear nearby was your own heavy breathing. All the troopers lay scattered on the ground around you with no more in sight who could pose a threat. You sheathed the saber’s blade, taking comfort in the soft whoosh it made, before closing your eyes and focusing on your breathing. In the sudden silence, a steady wind whistled across the plain. By force of habit, you reached out to check that Rex was safe and finally let yourself fully relax when you sensed that he was. 

The familiar presence reached out to you again, this time from just in front of you. Although this battle wasn’t the first time you’d sensed it, you’d never had a chance to feel just how strong and solid it was. It was light like air, but somehow also steady and unwavering, with a twinge of darkness but a steadfast choice not to give into it. Even though you’d just now really met, it had the comforting sense of coming home to an old friend and it was hard not to already feel a level of affection for him because of it. You could feel his affection and curiosity flowing back to you in equal measure. It made you almost afraid to open your eyes in case this homecoming within the Force was all a dream and would melt away. 

A warm, rough surface brushing against the back of your hand forced you to finally look. The hero of the rebellion stood in front of you, his fingers gently brushing the hand still holding his lightsaber. His eyes were even more blue than the sky above you, but somehow the icy color still held a warmth and concern unlike any you’d ever seen. He made himself so open and after all the stories about what he’d lost and how many imperials he killed, it was shocking in a way that made you want to protect him at all costs. His face, although worn and scarred, held so much depth and kindness and you wondered what kind of hell he’d gone through to come through war with so much love to give still—and you could sense exactly how much he still had in him through your bond, and how excited he was to maybe share some of that with the first Force-sensitive person his age. There was a weight to him, but it somehow felt settled, as if he’d accepted himself as he was and the heaviness as just another part of him. His signature held a bittersweet taste: half melancholy, half hope for a better future. 

It didn’t help your gawking that he was strikingly handsome—strong jaw with a jacket and pants that fit him like a glove and showed off his toned physique. Not to mention the actual glove on his right hand and the fact that he’d made sure to touch you with the uncovered one for skin-to-skin contact. The wind brushed his brown hair over his forehead and you couldn’t help but notice how tan his skin was and how calloused his hands were. You thought you remembered whisperings of the rebellion’s Boy Wonder who blew up the Death Star starting out as a clueless moisture farmer from Tatooine, but got too lost in the planes of his face to focus. 

“Are you all right?” he asked softly, his hand still gently brushing yours and pulling you back to the present. 

“Yeah,” you breathed out, surprised to sense him having a similar struggle through the Force. “Here’s your lightsaber back.”

He took it from your hand, letting his fingers linger against yours for what felt like a deliberately long moment before reattaching it to his belt. “Thank you for the help.”

“You seemed like you could use a rescue.”

He smiled and you had to remind yourself to breathe at the sight. “Yes, I got a bit caught off guard with the sheer number of them.”

R2 suddenly whirred and rolled over to stand by his master’s side, beeping excitedly. You both chuckled at his antics as Luke put a comforting hand on his dome. “I’m Luke—”

“Skywalker,” you finished. “I know.”

You regretted saying anything as he gave a stilted nod, suddenly bashful and very interested in his shoes. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s all right.” He met your eyes again and gave you a small smile. “You work in medbay, right? You’re Y/N?”

You tried your best to hide your elation that Luke Skywalker knew who you were, but he undoubtedly picked up on it through the Force. “Yeah, I was on field doctor duty today, but…felt you and that you needed help.”

“I felt you too…” he paused, seeming unsure, before continuing. “I think I’ve felt you several times throughout the war, actually, but could never put a finger on exactly what I was feeling. I guess I never realized another Force-sensitive would feel different to me than someone who isn’t—minus my masters, of course.” He hesitated again. “It…feels good to find someone else who knows the ways of the Force.”

Now it was your turn to inspect your shoes bashfully. “Yeah, it does for me, too.” As you felt the last of the adrenaline leave your body and your eyes landed on the blaster wound on your leg, pain suddenly came pounding to the surface, as did the graze on your shoulder. You weren’t sure how you’d managed to fight as well as you did with injuries, but adrenaline could be a funny thing. The burning, however, was not so funny. 

“Are you hurt?” Luke asked, closing the distance between you and gently touching your intact shoulder. You could feel fear stab through to color his Force signature as he frowned, following your eyes to your leg and wincing. 

“I’m all right—”

“Anywhere else?”

You sighed, somehow knowing you’d be unable to lie to him. “A shot grazed my arm, but I’m okay—”

“Here, um—” He paused as he looked around. “Where’s somewhere you can sit…”

R2 tittered as he dragged an overturned wooden crate over with his retractable claw. 

“Thanks, buddy,” you said as you flopped down harder than you meant to, moving your medical bag to sit on the ground next to you. You opened the flap and began to dig, but Luke’s hands, which dwarfed your own, stopped you.

“Please, let me—unless you’d prefer to do it?” 

His blue eyes were pleading as he stared up from where he’d crouched in front of you, leaving you unsure how anyone could say no to him. “Um, no, if you want to…” You gestured awkwardly to your bag. “Do you need me to talk you through it?”

He chuckled. “Oh no, I’ve had to do this for myself many times—I mean, you work in medbay though, so of course, if you’d prefer—”

“Um, no, you can go ahead.”

“You are the expert, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

You both stared awkwardly at each other for a moment before laughing and quickly looking elsewhere. As he dug through your supplies, you could see a slight pink tinting his cheeks, filing the image away deep in your mind. The fact that you, of all people, had made him blush felt like something to be proud of. 

As he cleaned and bandaged your leg and arm (you didn’t think it warranted a bandage, but he insisted), you told each other of your upbringings, stories from your time in the rebellion, and even sat there for several minutes after the dressings were completed to talk about hobbies and music preferences before your wrist comm beeped. 

“All right there, soldier?” Rex’s voice floated through the speakers. 

“Yeah,” you answered back. “Minor injuries, but I’m fine. I’m with Commander Skywalker and R2-D2.”

“Skywalker?” Rex asked, his voice cracking slightly. 

“Y-yeah?” You frowned at Luke, but he simply shrugged, looking just as confused. 

Rex cleared his throat. “Ah, well, good. The final transport just landed for stragglers. Can you make it here, or need us to come pick you up?”

“I think I’m good to walk.”

Luke gave you a look and although you realized you were looking at your superior, you couldn’t help pulling a face, using your forefinger to pull the tip of your nose up to show him just what you thought of that. He snorted and seemed surprised by the sound that came out of his own mouth, turning his head to smother his laugh as Rex gave you the coordinates. 

“We should be there in 10-15 minutes tops.”

“Copy that, kiddo. See you soon.”

R2 twittered next to you. 

Luke chuckled. “He says you can ride him back to the ship if you want.”

You smiled, but shook your head. “It’s not too bad. I’ll be fine, but thanks, R2.”

Luke helped you stand, keeping his hands on your upper arms to steady you.

You swallowed nervously. “I know you technically are a commander, so sorry if any of that,” you gestured vaguely towards where you’d been sitting, “was, um, out of line or anything.”

Luke’s face fell and he shook his head, rubbing your arms gently. “No, no, please. We’re Jedi. We have to stick together. There’s no rank here.”

“Well, I mean, I’m not technically a Jedi.”

“I could teach you if you’d like. It seems like you have some to teach me as well.”

You smiled and nodded. “I’d like that.”

He sighed in relief, as if he thought you might refuse. “Promise you’ll lean on me if your leg gets to be too much on the way back?”

You nodded, hoping you didn’t appear too smitten as he stayed close and kept a hand on the small of your back the entire walk back to the ship.

[hwalovs]

A Smuggler and A Jedi 6/?

CHAPTER SIX: THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK

Pairing; Luke Skywalker, Reader / Past Lando Calrissian, Reader Warnings; even more pining, even more angst, MENTION OF TORTURE (Not in detail), minor cursing, negative on that kiss captain.  Word Count; 21.7k 

ONE  TWO  THREE  FOUR  FIVE

Summary;  It is a dark time for the Rebellion. Although the Death Star has been destroyed, Imperial troops have driven the Rebel forces from their hidden base and pursued them across the galaxy. Evading the dreaded Imperial Starfleet, a group of freedom fighters led by Luke Skywalker have established a new secret base on the remote ice world of Hoth. The evil lord Darth Vader, obsessed with finding young Skywalker, has dispatched thousands of remote probes into the far reaches of space....

AN; Sorry for the large gap in posts, I lost inspiration to write this for a bit, but here it is! Not a lot of Luke in this chapter, sadly. Hopefully it isn’t a long time before chapter 7. I’m also trying a new method of splitting sections so let me know what you guys think :D  thank you for reading! I appreciate each and every one of you and I'm grateful for the support :>>

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It was bright outside when Rogue Two landed in the bay, opening the exit ramp to allow other medical droids and doctors in. Han swatted all their hands away, not answering any of their questions as he pushed down his fur laced hood, sniffling. His nose was bright pink, his cheeks a similar color. 

You stood off to the side while Leia ran past, ignoring Han completely to look for Luke. 

“Took you long enough,” you jest, scrunching your nose at the wafting smell of dead Tauntaun.

“Got a little caught up-”

“You smell like a dead Tauntaun.”

He stares at you for a moment before scoffing, shrugging his shoulders, “how else were we supposed to survive?”

You groan, pinching your nose, “that's foul, even for you.”

“They’re taking him to the med wing, after spending time in the bacta tank he should be fine,” Leia sighs, smiling softly. Han nods his head.

“What a welcoming party, Princess, glad to know you care about my well-being.”

She shakes her head, glaring towards him before following the med droids that pushed Luke along on a gurney.

Han places a hand onto your shoulder, giving it a squeeze before sniffling again, “he’ll be fine, no need to get your pants in a twist.”

You glare at him, “you both could have died.”

“But we didn’t!”

“You better apologize to Chewie, he was a wreck without you.”

You didn’t stay long while Luke was in the bacta tank. It was hard to watch, with the cuts on his face and chest slowly sewing themselves back together. He only wore weighted shorts to keep him under the gelatinous slime that was bacta, a breathing apparatus strapped to his face while med droids and doctors scurried around him to make sure he didn’t suddenly flatline. 

Leaning against the wall, you ignore the presence of Han and Leia to your right, their shoulders lightly brushing against each other. Leia was pressing her fingers to her lips, rubbing the skin as she watched the droids work. 

Ever since you woke up yesterday, the days just seemed to get worse and worse. First the Falcon, the ever constant flow of problems from other X-Wings, then the fact Han went after Luke like it was what he’s been preparing for since the day he was born. 

When the droids turn in your group's direction to talk about his vitals, you take it as your time to leave while you can. The last thing you wanted was to hear how Luke was close to death if not for Han. Pushing away the worry, you force yourself down the hallway, passing by lingering pilots and other personnel before finally making it back to the hangar where the Falcon was. 

Chewie was still perched on the wing, swinging his legs back and forth as he messed with the tools. He almost looked small on the Falcon, but as you grew closer, so did his size. 

“Hey, Chewie!” You shout, pausing under his line of sight. He growls, nodding his head in greeting. The hangar was mostly empty, only one or two other pilots visible by their ships. You make your way to the ladder, carefully climbing until you reach the top, stepping over the mess of tools to sit beside him. He hands you a circuit board, waving his hands about as he complains. 

“What, it's not working again?” You ask, using your nail to slowly scrape off the soot from flaming wires. It was dated, a few cycles old by now but it was working fine the last time the ship was in the air. Then again, you can’t seem to place where on the ship the part came from. 

“Which part is this, again?” You look up at the Wookiee, who throws his hands up in annoyance, jerking to point to the open compartment behind you. You nod, crawling over until you can dive head first into the compartment. You feel Chewie grab your ankle, scared of you getting stuck, but you lightly kick away his hand. 

Being in the Falcon gives you a sense of comfort when the galaxy seems against you. It was the best place to be while Han and Leia fought all day, while Luke got himself lost and beaten out in the snowy graveyard they call a planet. 

Chewie’s still talking, his voice muffled through the metal while you look over the other circuit boards and wires. Sticking your hand out, you yell at him to hand you specific tools, and he hands them to you, still talking. 

“I swear I just fixed this,” grumbling, you try and reweld some wires together, effectively connecting them to the now, hopefully, fixed board. 

You don’t leave the Falcon until Han drags you to the medwing. It was a couple hours later, Luke being discharged from the Bacta tank and put into his own room. Han still hasn’t taken a shower, being in a hurry to see Luke before he goes back to sleep. He told you Threepio and R2 were waiting outside his room, while Leia was still talking with the Med-droids. 

“Shouldn’t you shower first?” You cringe, putting Chewie in between you both so you didn’t smell the sour stench.

“I think that Tauntaun did my hair justice, It hasn’t looked this good since Lando gave me that cream.”

You roll your eyes, smiling at the memory, “Lando never did you justice- nothing does your hair justice, Han.”

“I’m offended, (Y/n), really- I am,” he gasps, leaning over to slap your shoulder before entering the room.

Luke looks tired, sitting up in the bed while playing with the stray threads of the thin blanket. He wore an oversized shirt, only pink scars remaining on his face. 

Threepio doesn't hesitate to move past Han, throwing his hands into the air. 

“Master Luke, it's so good to see you fully functional again,” Threepio beams, hands moving about as R2 whistles. 

“How ya’ feeling kid?” Han asks, bending down to look over his face, Chewie placing a hand onto his pillow to softly growl and bark his regards, “you don't look so bad to me. In fact, you look strong enough to pull the ears off a gundark.”

Luke chuckles, his smile not reaching his eyes, “thanks to you.”

You manage to squeeze in between the two before Han points to the younger, narrowing his eyes, “that's two you owe me, junior.”

Reaching a hand, you place two fingers underneath his chin, lifting his head lightly. His smile softens when looking at you, and you can’t help but mirror it. Your thumb barely touches the skin below one scar, brushing across it lightly.

“It was stupid to go out by yourself,” you say. He painfully smiles, shrugging his shoulders. 

“You’re lucky Han was even more stupid to go out after you,” you lightly thumb over the scar under his eye, “but it’ll heal nicely, you’ll be good-to-go in no-time.”

When you pull away to stand, you glare at a smiling Han, who's giving you raised eyebrows and a little shoulder bump. It wasn’t until Leia walked in that Han dropped it, turning to face the Princess. 

“Well your worship, looks like you managed to keep us around a little longer!”

She crosses her arms, haughtily saying, “I had nothing to do with it, General Rieekan thinks it's dangerous for any ship to leave the system until we’ve activated the energy shield.”

Settling onto the foot of the bed, you pinch Luke’s leg, smirking at him when he jerks it away. You look between the arguing pair, their attention solely on each other. 

“That’s a good story, you just can’t let a gorgeous guy like me out of your sight,” Han crosses his arms, leaning against the bed. Luke rolls his eyes, looking at you with raised eyebrows. You shrug, frowning. 

Leia finally sighs, “I don’t know where you get your delusions, laser brain.”

Chewie laughs, holding onto the door frame while lightly jabbing Han’s shoulder. He jumps form his spot clearly enjoying himself, “Laugh it up fuzz-ball, you didn’t see us alone in the south passage.”

“South passage?” You snicker softly, smirking at her while she darts her eyes between you and Luke. You could see him frowning, eyebrows furrowed as his arms crossed over his chest.

Han hums, wrapping one arm around Leia’s shoulder while giving a smug smile, “she expressed her true feelings for me.”

Cheeks pink, Leia looks between the three of you before pulling away, stuttering her words, “my-” finally composing herself, she huffs, “why, you stuck up, half-witted, scruffy looking’- nerf herder!”

“Nerf herder?” You choke, hand covering your mouth to stop yourself from laughing. Han whips around, glaring at her, “who’s scruffy looking’?”

“Han-” you wheeze, almost grabbing his arm but missing as he moves closer to Luke, bending down to his level. 

“I must’ve hit pretty close to the mark to get her all riled up like that, huh, kid?”

You shake your head when you see Leia’s face fall. Her eyes glaze over for just a moment before her shoulders tense, arms dropping to her sides as she marches closer. When you try and grab her arm, she yanks if from your grip harshly, your smile diminishing.

“Well,” she scoffs, looking up at Han with a glare, “I guess you don’t know everything about women yet?”

With that, she leans forwards and grabs Luke’ cheeks, planting her lips on his. It goes silent, Threepio stepping forwards to see, looking at Han, and then you. Mouth parting, you find it hard to breathe all of a sudden, a crushing weight in your chest overtaking the once light hearted feeling. 

Han stares with wide eyes, arms still crossed when Leia pulls away, looking directly at him before leaving the room. He stares at Luke, who was still dumbstruck, and when he looks at you his eyes soften. His arms slowly drop to his sides but you can’t stop staring at Luke. 

He doesn’t look back, just closes his eyes and proudly puts his hands behind his head, sighing in contentment. Your mind seemed to run miles a minute, while also being oddly silent. Maybe it was the smug look he gave to Han, or the way he completely ignored your presence the moment Leia had kissed him. 

You wouldn’t have noticed the pounding in your ears if it wasn’t for the alarm going off in the hall, Han lightly grabbing your arms to pull you along. Luke looks at you, frowning when he sees the glare Han sends him, who lightly pats his chest, “take it easy, kid.”

“Headquarters personnel, report to command center”

“What-” Luke tries to grab your hand, to ask what was wrong, but you’re just out of reach. When he blinks, you’re already gone.

Han and Chewie silently walk beside you towards the control center, your ears still ringing. 

“(Y/n)-”

You hold up a hand, glaring over your shoulder, “I don’t want to hear it. It’s fine- I’m fine.”

The walk to the control center didn’t give you enough time to center yourself, trying with all you had to scrub the image from your mind. Rieekan nodded to you both as you walked to the console screen, Chewie peering over your shoulders. 

“Princess, we have a visitor,” he says, gesturing for her to come over. You didn’t want to see her, at least for the rest of the day. Rieekan points to the screen another officer was stationed, “we’ve picked up something outside the base in zone twelve, moving east.”

The senior controller looks up, his headphones only covering one ear, “It's metal.”

Leia was already there, arms crossed as she looked down at the console. Stuffing her hands into her back pockets, head tilting to get a good look at the screen, “then it couldn’t be one of those creatures.”

“Could be one of our speeders,” you choke, clearing your throat. 

The senior controller shakes his head, “no. Wait- there's something very weak coming through.”

You all lean in slightly to try and make out the garbled text, but Threepio steps forwards, raising a hand. 

“Sir, I am fluent in six-million forms of communication. This signal is not used by the Alliance. It could be an Imperial Code.” 

The transmission quickly cut off, leaving your small group in silence. Rieekan takes a moment to look between the three of you, Chewie also looking over the group, and you knew he couldn’t help but notice the tension that was slowly building up.

Han huffs, hands on his hips, “well, whatever it is, it isn’t friendly, common, Chewie- (Y/n), let’s check it out.”

“General, send Rouges Ten and Eleven to station three-eight,” Rieekan nods, pushing himself away from the console. 

“Remind me, when we get back, to never leave the Falcon,” you strain, trudging through the snow with your thick boots. The fur lining of your jacket gets stuck between your lips, and your blaster is freezing in your hand, even though you had thick gloves on. 

“You’re starting to sound like me,” Han jests, crouching behind a snow bank. There was a high-pitched beeping from the other side, and when you peer over, you finally see what was making the garbled transmission. 

It was a small probe droid, floating just a few feet above the snow. Its head continued to rotate slowly, and when its antennas slowly raised, it let out piercing signals before moving on. It was fully black, except for the bright red eye on its front. The Empire's sigil painted on its side, almost too small to see.

“Definitely Imperial,” you grumble, shuffling back down the bank as Han looks over his blaster once more. You were just waiting on Chewie now, who was making his way around to create a distraction. Then, you and Han would shoot it down. 

Han’s eyebrows were furrowed, grumbling softly under his breath, and it was almost drowned out by the wind, but you managed to catch snippets. 

“I’m sure the Princess feels the same way, would you stop drowning yourself over it?”

“Now's not the time for this,” he says. It's silent for a few more moments, then his head snaps in your direction, “how could she, when she kisses another guy in front of me? And what about your pouting about the kid, huh? Doesn’t seem like I’m the only one upset.”

“I’d rather not talk about it right now, Han.”

“You’re the one who brought it up!” He’s teasing you now, the corners of his lips upturning as he reaches out to slap the top of your jacket. 

“If you actually talked to Luke like I told you to months ago, we wouldn’t be in this predicament, now would we?”

“There’s nothing for us to talk about,” you snap, glaring over at him. He’s still smiling, and when he raises a finger at you, your head drops back against the snow bank.

“I know that look, you’re not slick like you think you are.”

Chewie finally making a distraction cuts you short, and you both dive back over the snow to fire at the droid. Its attention was fully on Chewie, and it allowed for you to shoot right at its most vulnerable spot. It sharply spins, managing to fire at the bank of snow before Han manages to get a few shots in, the entire droid blowing into pieces. Sending a look to Han, you both make your way over the bank to inspect the destroyed metal. Chewie meets you, bending down to try and touch it, but it is still smoking. 

Han sighs, lifting his com, “We’ve got the problem.”

“What is it?” Leia’s voice cuts back not too long after. 

“Appears to be a droid of some kind, I didn’t hit it that hard, I must have self-destructed.”

You look back over the snow, wondering how many others were there. Squinting your eyes, you look back towards the base, seeing the closed hanger doors. One one was open, allowing you in and out. 

“An Imperial Probe Droid.”

Scoffing, you shake your head, Han shares your look, “No doubt the Empire knows we’re here.”

There's a pause from the other end, and this time it's Rieekan’s voice that cuts through, “Make your way back, we’re starting evacuation.”

“Evac? Already?” You ask, getting no response from Rieekan or Leia. Han gently grabs the fabric of your jacket, pulling you back towards the base. 

“I thought you knew nowhere was safe for us at this point, kid.”

The snow crunches under your boots, and the wind now blows harshly against your cheeks.

“Yeah, well. Sorry for thinking we were safe on a snowy-death-planet in the middle of nowhere.”

When you make it back to base, you take off the thick jacket, exchanging it for your more comfortable leather one. You, Han, and Chewie now worked on the remaining broken bits of the Falcon, doing your best to get it in the air as fast as you could. Evacuation was starting slow, people still packing up tools and equipment to store onto the ships. 

“Would you please put the helmet on right?!” You groan, watching from the ground as Han only lifted the mask to his face. Chewie was in the cockpit, and Han continued to work on the remaining bits that didn’t allow the Falcon to fly. Han waves a hand in your direction, standing as he drops the mask to his side. 

“Alright! Let's try it!”

When Chewie starts the Falcon, however, the whole compartment Han was fixing burst into flame, an alarm going off when the smoke rose. Han, frantic, yells out to Chewie, “Turn it off! Off!”

After turning it off, Chewie leaves the Falcon to tend to one of the landing gears, ruffling your hair as he passes. Han was talking with one of the repair droids, and you continued work on more wiring by the broken landing gear. 

Turning to exchange your tools with ones you hoped would work, you heard Luke’s voice again, or rather, his laughter as Chewie growled and barked. When you turn back, you take a deep breath when you see him. The last time was when he just got out of the bacta tank, when Leia kissed him. 

Luke doesn’t notice you yet, turning to look up at Han, who stood leaned up against one of the Falcons wings. He wore a flight suit, his helmet in one hand as he spoke to Han. The two didn’t need to say much to get what they wanted to say across. 

It wasn’t until he turned to leave did he see you, and he stopped. There's a nervous look in his eyes when he walks to you, and you only tilt your head. 

“I don’t think you’re evacuating with everyone else,” you say softly, watching his soft eyes flicker between yours.

“They need me out there,” there's hesitation in his voice, hands fumbling with his helmet before continuing, “About what happened-”

“We’ll talk when you get back, okay?”

He sighs heavily, eyes clenching shut before he reaches forwards, grabbing your hand with his free one. 

“It’s important to me, I don’t want-”

“Luke,” you can't help but interrupt, and by the look he has, you were scared at what he was going to say.

Giving a strained smile, you squeeze his hand in comfort, “we’ll talk later.”

He doesn’t say anything else, just nods and begins to pull away. There's still that uncertain look in his eyes, and it makes your heart throb. 

“Don’t do anything stupid, blondie.”

Just nodding, Luke turns and makes his way into the hangar. No doubt going to help the others in the Rogue squadron before going anywhere else. 

“(Y/n)! I could use some help up here!”

“Yeah, yeah,” you grumble, making your way up the ladder. Han was crouched over one of the landing gear components, and Chewie was bending himself in half to fix the remaining parts of the wing.

“What is it?”

He throws one of the tools your way, and you catch it, crouching down next to him to rework damaged wires. 

“Did you tell him?”

You throw him a glare, “did you tell her?”

Chewie barks and you watch as he shakes his head. 

“No, Chewie, you need to rework the wires so we can get her back in the air!”

There was an explosion, and Han grabbed your arm, both of you looking to the slowly cracking ceiling. 

“Well, that doesn’t look too good,” you grumble, trying to get your cold hands to work faster. After the wing was done, you would be able to evacuate and rendezvous with Leia and the others. 

You both work in silence, trying to finish the gear before the Empire bursts through the ceiling. Sweating under your jacket, your shaking hands continue to thread the wires. It wasn’t a beautiful job, but it would hold until you were in a safe place, then you would be able to thoroughly fix it. 

“No, Chewie!” Han pushes himself up, throwing the tool down, “that one goes here, that one there, right?”

“Would you stop bickering! We don’t have time for this!” You shout, covering your head when the base is hit once more, snow falling from the ceiling. It smacks against the wings, ice sprinkling over your shoulders. 

“Where's the princess?” You ask.

“Probably still in the control room, I’ll get her to the transport, you two keep working.”

“Han!” You throw the tools down, the wires finished, “Hurry, we won't leave without you.”

“I’m always quick!”

You turn back to Chewie, nodding, “come on, let’s close everything up. Hopefully-” you scrunch your eyebrows, patting the ship lightly, “she’ll actually start.”

Chewie barks, waiting until you climb down the ladder. The panels were shut and screwed back into place, the tools discarded in the snow as you rushed onto the ship, turning into the small closet that held the inner workings. 

“Alright baby,” you whisper, eyes frantically moving, “let me hear you, yeah?”

Your fingers were freezing, almost having lost feeling. It doesn't stop you from reworking the wires, checking the diagnostic from the panel on the wall. You can faintly hear Chewie bark, yelling out the entry ramp before he rushes onto the falcon. 

“Hurry up, goldenrod! Or you’ll be a permanent resident!” Han shouts, going straight to you. 

“How’s it looking?”

“I don’t know! In reality she needs to be on for me to actually fix this stuff!”

Chewie shuts the entry ramp, rushing into the cock-pit. There's another explosion in the hangar, the entire ship shaking as ice crashes onto the roof. Han is busy at the control panel, yelling to you in hopes of getting the ship to start. 

“How’s this?!” He yells, and suddenly you're being sprayed with smoke. Yelping, you shout at him to turn it off, Chewie barking negatively from the cock-pit. Finally leaving the small closet, you join Han at the panel, looking over the multitude of buttons and switches. 

“Try that one,” you say before rushing back. This time, nothing bad happens, and you take it as a win. 

“Would it help if I got out and pushed?” Leia asks sarcastically, Han glaring at her, “it might!”

Threepio makes his way over, hand raised, “Captain Solo! Captain Solo! Might I suggest that-”

Han cuts him off, glaring at the droid with deadly eyes and a raised finger. 

“It can wait.”

Following Han into the cock-pit, you flip the necessary buttons before sitting down in your chair, spinning to raise the deflector shields. 

“This bucket of bolts is never going to get us past that blockade.” Leia hisses, watching Han move around the small space. 

“This baby’s got a few surprises left in her, sweetheart.”

Looking out the window, you spot multiple Stormtroopers rushing into the hanger. Looking at Han with wide eyes, you slap his arm, “we need to go! Stormtrooper’s are coming in!”

Swinging back around, you pull down on a small lever by your feet, a turret dropping from under the wing. Aiming it, you shoot towards the Troopers, all of them scrambling around to find cover. 

Leia straps in next to you, and Han in his seat. Chewie runs in seconds later, strapping himself in while Han starts the Falcon.

“Come on! Switch over,” he calls to Chewie, “let's hope we don't have a burnout.”

A blaster bolts hits the windshield right by Chewie’s head, the Wookiee yelping as he pulls back on the controls. The engine finally fires and a giant smile crawls onto Hans’ face, his head turning to briefly look at Leia. 

“See?”

“Someday you’re going to be wrong, and I hope I’m there to see it.”

“Let's go!” You shout, pulling the turret back into the ship, kicking Han’s seat, “punch it!”

He didn’t need to be told twice, accelerating out of the hangar. Staying close to the ground, Han waits until he’s a bit further away form the base to make his way out of the atmosphere. But of course, the blockade is waiting. The ship wouldn’t be able to survive any of the firepower from the Star destroyers, so he would have to weave his way through. 

Chewie lets out a howl, and Han quickly checks over the panel before nodding, “I see them.”

“See what?!” Leia asks, hands gripping onto the seat. You continuously checked the state of the Falcon from what was around you, and it didn’t look good. You can hear, and feel, the oncoming fire from the Tie’s on your tail. 

“Two Star Destroyers, coming right at us.”

You can hear Threepio bang and stumble his way into the Falcon, holding onto the door frame for stability. 

“Sir! Sir!” He cries, “Might I suggest-”

Han doesn’t let him finish, again, turning sharply to point at Leia, “shut him up or shut him down!” He turns back to Chewie, sweat running down his temple, “check the deflector shields.”

Readjusting an overhead switch, Chewie barks his reply, causing Han to sigh, “Well great, we can still outmaneuver them.”

This catches your attention, leaning out into the small space between the seats, “what did he say?”

“The shields are down-”

“What!?”

“It's fine! You’re flying with the greatest pilot to ever live!”

Suddenly, Han changes course. The Falcon starts to fly in the direction of two Star Destroyers, before taking a steep nose dive. Yelping, you and Leia try to stabilize yourself, grabbing onto whatever you could as Han flies recklessly. 

“Kriff! Han! I’m gonna kill you!”

From above, the now three Star Destroyers try to maneuver away from each other, and it almost seems like they collide into each other. 

“Prepare to make the jump to light-speed,” Han growls, trying to dodge more of the blaster fire from the oncoming Tie’s.

“But Sir!” Threepio cries, picking himself up from the floor. 

Leia pulls herself in between your seats, eyebrows scrunched, “they’re getting closer!”

“Oh yeah?” Han taunts, rolling his shoulders as he grabs the lever for light-speed, “watch this.”

He presses forwards, but nothing happens. The Falcon only produces a soft whine, your stomach sinks, and you watch with wide eyes as Han looks between you and Chewie. 

“Watch what?” Leia asks, rocking back into her seat when the ship jerks. 

“I think we’re in trouble,” you say softly, and when Han tries it again, the engine stalls. 

“Sir,” Threepio says, “If I may say so, I noticed that the hyperdrive motivator has been damaged. It's impossible for us to go to light speed!”

“We’re in trouble.”

Unbuckling your belt, you follow Han into the main hold, “what's your plan now, Han!” You yell, watching him frantically move about the different panels. He falls to his knees, unlocking the floor panel. It was heavy, and he was barely able to lift it. 

“No clue! Just get up there and fly this ship before we get shot out of space!”

“Kriffing hell,” you grumble, turning back and running to the cockpit. Chewie meets you in the doorway, lightly grabbing your arms before you fall. He growls, motioning behind you before letting go to join Han.

Falling down into his seat, you glance at Leia as she sits beside you, staring at the radar. 

“They’re hot on us,” she says.

Scoffing, you try and maneuver around bolts, but some still manage to hit, “oh really? I thought we lost them!”

The ship shakes once more, “you know how to fly this hunk of junk?”

“I’ve flown it long before Han even knew she existed-” you say, glaring her way before turning sharply, narrowly missing an asteroid. Hissing, you briefly glance at the radar before staring ahead, sighing. 

“That doesn't look too good.”

Leia looks like she’s about to say something, but you point out in front, her eyes following. Ahead of the ship was a wide field of asteroids, the belt spanning across the entire windshield of the Falcon. 

You don’t see the asteroid that looms next to the falcon, yelping when the ship lurches on impact. 

“Get Han up here, “ you stress, looking at her when she doesn’t move, “now!”

“Han!” she calls over the com, “get up here!”

It didn’t take long for Chewie and Han to appear back in the cock-pit, you and Leia both moving out of the way so they could sit. Han whistles slowly, scanning the field before driving into it. He was mad, you thought. Or, he's always been mad and now it's finally showing. 

“Chewie, set two-seven-one.”

Standing behind the Wookiee, you grab onto his seat for support. 

“You’re not actually going into the asteroid field, right?”

Han only scoffs, “they’d be crazy to follow us, wouldn’t they?”

There's a thump against the hold, and you and Leia both wince. Threepio stands behind Han, his golden head shaking back and forth, “Sir, the possibility of successfully navigating an asteroid field is approximately three-thousand, seven hundred and twenty to one!”

“Never tell me the odds!” Han growls

The Falcon turns into the belt, now going against the large, looming rocks. Han bobs and weaves through them, stark silent as he piloted. Threepio keeps yelping when one comes too close, shielding his eyes when two collide into each other, smaller rocks scattering across and Han doesn’t hesitate to fly through it. The ship rocks violently, forcing you and Leia to sit back and buckle yourselves in. 

“You said you wanted to be around when I made a mistake; well, this could be it, sweetheart.”

Leia shakes her head, “Well I take it back, we’re going to get pulverized if we stay out here much longer.”

“Pulverized?” Threepio echo's softly. 

“I should’ve stayed back on Hoth-” you wheeze, clenching your eyes shut when two asteroids collide into each other. 

Ignoring you, Han cocks his head, “I’m going in closer to one of the big ones.”

“Closer?!” You exclaim, Leia following. 

The large rock floats into view, Han piloting down near the surface until dipping down into a large crater, following it into a small ravine, two Tie’s follow closely. 

“We’re going to die,” you wince, shutting your eyes tightly as the end comes closer. Han shakes his head, “no we’re not!” 

Sharply jerking the ship, it easily slips through onto its side. The ravine went into another crater, Han pulling the ship out of it without any Tie’s following. 

“Oh, this is suicide! There's nowhere to go!” Threepio shouts, hysterical by now. 

“There. That looks pretty good,” Han murmurs, pointing to a large hole. 

“What looks pretty good?” You ask, pulling yourself back up after undoing your belt, following Han’s finger until you spot it. 

“Excuse me, ma'am, where are we going?” Threepio asks, but you don't reply. Watching as the Falcon dives into it. 

The cave is almost pitch black, the lights in the cock-pit the only source of light. 

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Leia says softly, hands grabbing the back of his seat. 

“Yeah,” he replies with a frown, “me too.”

There's a small opening off to the side, and Han carefully sets down the Falcon, slouching into his seat before getting up, leaving the cockpit while grumbling profanities under his breath. Looking out the windshield, you can’t tell how big the cave was since it was pitch black. Chewie flicks on the lights, illuminating a wall of fog that rested over the ground. 

When Han enters the cockpit once more, he and Chewie make haste by turning off all the electronics. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the worried look on Leia’s face as she watches him. 

“I’m going to shut down everything but the emergency power systems,” Han says, leaning by your side to flip more switches. You give him a side-eye, biting the inside of your cheek. The cave was making your stomach twist uncomfortably, and you didn’t think it was from how dark it was. 

“Does that mean shutting me down too?” Threepio asks, raising his hand. Chewie immediately barks, and you chuckle at the enthusiasm behind it. Blinking to get your eyes to adjust when more lights begin to flicker off in the cockpit. 

Han sighs, “no, I need you to talk to the Falcon, find out what's wrong with the hyperdrive.”

Suddenly, the ship lurches, causing all loose-items to fall. Leia and Chewie grab onto the chairs, while Han catches Threepio. You clutch onto the steering components, waiting until the ship is stable again before kissing your teeth. 

“I think we’re in trouble-”

“Aren’t we always?” Han gripes, worriedly looking out the front towards the fog, glancing down at you with pursed lips. 

“Sir, it's quite possible this asteroid is not entirely stable.”

You spin around with wide eyes, “oh really? Well aren’t I happy you’re here to tell us these things!”

“(Y/n), why don't you and Chewie take the professor to the back and plug him into the hyperdrive?”

Huffing, you throw your hands up while walking out of the cockpit, hearing Chewie and Threepio following. The droid's voice filling the corridor. 

“Oh! Sometimes I just don't understand human behavior. After all, I’m only trying to do my job-” He gets cut off, the Falcon lurching to the side once more, sending you straight into the wall. Chewie barks, rubbing his arms before nodding towards you. Nodding, you rub at your side before continuing. 

“Where exactly is the Hyperdrive, Madam?” Threepio asks timidly. Smiling, you glance back at him, leading him to the Control Panel in the Main hold. 

 You could map out the inside of the Falcon like the palm of your hand. You’ve been with her since her seats were white, since her stereo system worked and when the giant closet in Hans’ room was filled to the brim with different capes. 

Flipping more switches, you allow Threepio to look over it, “the Hyperdrive is in the back of the Engine room, under the flooring. It's too small to fit in there with it, so you’ll have to connect to her from out here.”

“I see, thank you, Madam (Y/n).”

After patting his metal arm, you assess the damage in the Main Hold. Chewie opens the ceiling, pulling himself up into the forest of wires while you look over the closet of wires you were in before leaving Hoth. It was worse than before, sparking every second while others hung broken, screws and bolts littering the floor. 

“Kriff- I just fixed that, too,” you mumble, kicking away some of the bolts before getting close to the wires, squinting your eyes when some of the sparks land on your cheek. 

Threepio begins whistling to the panel, it responding before he sighs, flipping another switch before trying again. Chewie holds a hand out the ceiling panel, barking and growling. You walk over, hands on your hips. 

“Oh, where is R2 when I need him?” Threepio huffs. 

Han rushes through the hold just then, brushing past you to the small cabinet with various wires and tools. 

Threepio turns to him, “Sir, I don’t know where your ship learned to communicate, but it has the most peculiar dialect.”

Looking over your shoulder, you watch as Han stands beside the droid, looking over the screens with him. 

“I believe, sir, it says that the power coupling on the negative axis has been polarized. I’m afraid you’ll have to replace it. 

Scoffing, Han shifts the bundled cord in his hands, moving the screen slightly. 

“Well, of course I’ll have to replace it.” Han says sarcastically, walking over to hand Chewie the rolled wire from where he was in the ceiling. 

“Here!” He calls up. Bumping shoulders with him, you jerk your head back towards Threepio, smiling when Han rolls his eyes and turns back, “and Chewie!”

Han waits until Chewie’s head peers down, lowering his voice so it was only heard between the three of you, “I think we’d better replace that negative power coupling.”

Chuckling, you watch Han turn to leave, seeing Leia struggling with a valve she must have been welding. It seemed to be stuck, and you watched with a small smile as Han went to help her, his body blocking your view. 

“Chewie?” you call softly, hearing him whine. “Do you need anything else? I need to get back to the wire closet.”

His head pops back over the side, and he once more points to a tool that was on the floor. Bending you pick it up, hearing Threepio cheering to himself, handing the tool up to him before turning and making your way back to the wires. With a huff, you pat your pockets for your gloves, cursing when you can’t find them. 

Turning, you search the floor for them, and sigh when you find one, but not the other. Sliding on the one you found, you return to mending the wires to where they belong, slowly putting the Falcon back together. 

“Sir! Sir!” Threepio cheers, wobbling past you, “I’ve isolated the reverse power flux coupling!”

You later find Leia sitting in the cockpit, the only light in the room was from the indicators on the control panel in front of her. She sat in Chewie’s chair, lightly dragging her finger across the steering controls. 

Her head spins when the door slides open, lips parting when she sees you. Neither of you had the time to talk since landing. Her and Han seemed to, judging by the way his eyebrows were furrowed and he was drowning himself in repairs. 

“Sorry,” you murmur, walking in the grab the rag Han uses to wipe away soot and grease. 

Leia leans up, grabbing lightly onto your sleeve. Looking at her, you raise an eyebrow. She seems to be deep in thought, and after clearing her throat, she lets you go. 

“I was hoping to talk to you, after what happened-”

Your stomach tightens again, and you lick your lips, “I’d rather not.” You stress, looking anywhere but at her. 

She clenches her hand, resting it back in her lap while turning the chair further in your direction. The distant sound of blaster fire hitting the asteroids, it reminds you to get back to repairs.  

“Look,” she starts, “I wanted to apologize for kissing Luke, I know-”

“You know what?” You cut her off again, tilting your head. Her mouth shuts, looking back out at the vast darkness while you let your thoughts get the better of you. 

Why was she apologizing? 

“I thought we were friends, Leia,” you say softly, watching her lips slowly form into a frown. Sighing, you sit in Hans’ chair, looking out at the darkness. You feel her eyes on you, but you refrain from meeting them. Your eyes are hot, and you find that you can’t remember the last time you talked about your feelings with another woman. 

“We are friends- It was a mistake, and I regretted it the moment after. Han just makes me so mad that I can’t think straight,” she huffs, rubbing at her cheeks while leaning her elbows onto her knees. Smiling, you bite the inside of your cheek. 

You don't know what you’re looking at, but when there’s movement out of the corner of your eye, you decide that this conversation can wait until later. Stilling, you reach over to grab her wrist, stopping her from talking. 

“I saw something,” you whisper, intently watching the darkness for any other movement. Leia grips your hand, also watching. Then it happened again, a form scurrying past the windshield and back into the darkness. Both of you lean forwards in your seats, slowly beginning to stand to lean closer, waiting with bated breaths. 

Suddenly, whatever creature it was latches onto the thick glass, beady eyes twitching every which way while its thick white saliva coated its teeth. There were spines around its mouth, and it released a high pitched screech before letting go, disappearing just as fast as it appeared. 

Leia screams, almost falling back against the floor if it wasn’t for your iron grip on her hand. You're frozen, waiting until the creature disappears before letting Leia drag you from the cockpit. 

Both of you were breathing heavily when entering the Main Hold, Threepio was turned towards Han and Chewie, who wore black goggles and were welding parts back into the frame of the Falcon. Leia let go, choosing to step towards Han while you continued looking around, wondering if there were more creatures. 

“There's something out there,” she states. Han and Chewie both pull off their goggles, Han furrowing his eyebrows while watching her. 

“Where?”

Leia jerks her head towards the Ramp, “outside, in the cave.”

It wasn’t until something started banging on the top of the Falcon that he stood at his full height, fully pulling off the goggles. Chewie barks anxiously and Threepio turns towards you, “there it is! Listen!”

“I’m going out there,” he says, passing by Leia in a rush to grab an oxygen mask on the back of the couch. 

“Well, wait for me!” You call, also grabbing a mask. Han sends you a glare, stopping to turn towards you, “you should stay on the ship-”

“And let you have all the fun? Absolutely not.”

“Are you both crazy?” Leia yells, rushing after the both of you, Chewie hot on her tail. 

Han throws back, “I just got this bucket back together, I’m not gonna let something tear it apart!”

As the exit ramp lowers, both you and Han make your way down it, stopping at the edge until it settles onto the ground. The mask was uncomfortable on your face, the tube that connected the mask to the oxygen box that was strapped to your belt made it hard to turn in some ways. It was extremely foggy, and it was hard for you to distinguish anything. Squinting, you walk around Han and finally step foot into the fog. The grounded squishes under your boots, making you grimace. 

“Gross.”

Leia follows behind Han, both taking tentative steps on the surface before joining you in searching for the strange creature. It looked so familiar to you, but you can’t place your finger on it. 

“The ground sure feels strange,” Leia says into the coms, her voice crackling into your ear piece. “It doesn’t feel like rock, at all.”

Han ducks to look under the Falcon, and you can faintly see Chewie go around the other side. Your palm sat against your blaster, which was still sitting in its holster, prepared to shoot at anything hostile. 

“There’s an awful lot of moisture in here,” Han comments, turning to look back at you. You still stood by the ramp, staring out into the darkness. It made you uneasy, how dark it was around you. Usually, cave systems would have dripping water, the sound of different creatures that lived in the dark and the reflection of the light from outside giving just a semblance of light. But it was pitch black, and you couldn’t hear anything. 

“I have a bad feeling about this,” you wince, turning to follow Han and Leia who were rounding to the front of the ship. 

“Yeah, me too.” Han grumbles. 

There's a hiss, and both you and Han draw your blasters, pointing towards the sound. Han makes the first shot, shooting down whatever was latched onto the bottom of the Cockpit’s windows. 

“Watch out!” 

Chewie growls, running from the other side of the Falcon, crossbow in hand, to look over the creature. Grabbing Leia’s elbow, you squint to try and see it, but its body was covered in the thick fog. 

“That’s what I thought- Mynocks,” Han sighs, waving towards Chewie, “Chewie, check the rest of the ship, make sure there aren’t any more attached, they’re chewing on the power cords.”

“Mynocks?”

“Annoying creatures that live in asteroids,” you respond, watching Leia’s face contort into disgust.

“They like to eat ships’ power supply-”

“(y/n), go inside with Leia, we’ll see if there's any more on the ship.”

Scoffing, you turn towards the ramp, rolling your eyes, “You just wanna have all the fun!”

“Oh yeah, killing Mynocks is my favorite pastime!”

When stepping towards the ramp, you’re suddenly overcome with multiple Mynocks, all letting their wings brush over the top of your head. Leia brought her arms up in defense, screaming out while you tried to bat them away, then shooting your blaster, hitting one down.

“Han!” Leia screams, running onto the ship while you continue shooting. Han and Chewie begin to as well, and the cave begins to move once more. Almost knocking you off of your feet, your hand grabbing the side of the Falcon. When the cave does move, the Mynocks all disappear, but you can still hear their whistling voices from the darkness.  

Han gives you a look, his eyebrows furrowed while his eyes scanned the fog. 

“Wait a minute,” he says, looking around once more before shooting into the mushy ground. The cave begins to move once more, throwing you once again off balance. Leia tries to grab onto one of the ramps’ pistons, but she almost falls over. Han rushes to her side, grabbing her waist and pushing her onto the Falcon while reaching out a hand towards you. Grabbing it, you let him drag you inside while you look around for Chewie, who was running to follow. 

“Common, Chewie!”

Inside, you all struggle to stay stable in the shuddering Falcon, but Chewie manages to close to hatch and tear off the mask, rushing towards the Cockpit. Han, followed by you and Threepio, runs into the Main Hold to look over the scopes on the Control Panel.

“All right, let's get out of here!”

Chewie growls, and you follow after Han. 

“The Empire is still out there! I don’t think it's wise-”

Han interrupts her, running to the cockpit, “There’s no time to discuss this in committee.”

Glancing at Threepio to make sure he’s fine, you follow after, discarding your mask onto the couch while trying not to fall. 

“I am not a committee!” Leia growls, following after him. Chewie is already in his seat, starting the Falcon when you all enter. Throwing yourself into your seat, you buckle in and grab onto Leia’s wrist, but she only spares you a glance. 

Han makes quick work in pulling back the throttle, the cave just just beginning to settle. 

“You can’t make the jump to lightspeed in an asteroid field!”

“Sit down, sweetheart, we’re taking off.”

The shaking finally stops when you’re in the air, and you can hear Threepio entering the Cockpit. Chewie barks, looking at the end of the cave, and you have to lean forwards in your seat to see it. 

At the end of the long tunnel, it looks like the cave begins to collapse. 

“Maker, that’s definitely not good,” you say, hearing Chewie grumble. 

Threepio lifts an arm, “Look! Look!”

“I see it,” Han stresses. Suddenly, a row of jagged white stalagmites and stalactites can be seen surrounding the entrance.  And as the Falcon moves forward, the entrance to the cave grows ever smaller.  Han pulls hard on the throttle, the ship surging forward.

“We’re doomed!” Threepio cries, and you bite the inside of your cheek. 

“The cave is collapsing,” Leia says, leaning down in between Han and Chewie’s seats. 

“This isn’t a cave,” you say, watching her head snap to you with wide eyes. 

“What?” She asks, looking back at the entrance. The rocks aren’t rocks at all, but teeth, which were quickly closing in on the ship. Chewie howls, and Han curses. He yanks the steering, the ship tilting onto its side to slide past the gaps in the teeth, flying into the asteroid field once more. 

It doesn’t take long for The Empire to catch up with you, and soon a large Star Destroyer is hot on your tail, flak hitting the sides of the Falcon, rocking it. Han does his best to correct the angle of the ship, and while Leia watches intently out the front, your eyes are glued to the tracking scope next to you. 

“We’re coming out of the field,” you say, Threepio cheering at your side. 

“Oh, thank goodness!”

There's another large hit to the Falcon, and you can hear something explode from the back, causing Chewie to bark. 

“Let’s get out of here.” Han states, glancing at Chewie, who was beginning to flip switches, “ready for lightspeed? One, two, three!-”

When he pulls back on the hyperspace throttle, nothing happens, Han groans. 

“It's not fair!” He sounds frantic. Chewie begins to growl and bark, throwing his hands up after bashing the control panel. Leia groans softly, rubbing her eyes harshly while slouching in her seat. 

“What did you do?!” You yell, pushing past Chewie’s arm to frantically look over the controls. Han glares, “Transfer circuits aren’t working, it's not my fault!”

Leia leans over, “no lightspeed?”

Han turns his chair, his eyebrows tight, “it’s not my fault!”

More flak hits the ship, and Han does his best to steer away. 

“Sir,” Threepio says from behind you, “we’ve just lost the main rear deflector shield, one more hit on the back quarter and we’re done for.”

There's a moment of silence, Han staring down at the levers before nodding his head once, pulling back and turning towards Chewie.

“Turn her around.”

“What?!” You yell, Chewie barking in puzzlement, both of you staring at him. He gets up from his seat, pointing at the Wookiee, “I said turn her around! I’m going to put all power in the front shield!”

He flips almost switch before sitting back down in his seat. 

“You’re going to attack them?” Leia asks, you smacking his arm, “that’s the worst decision by far!”

“Sir, the odds of surviving a direct assault on an Imperial Star Destroyer-”

Both you and Leia interrupt him, “Shut up!” 

 The Falcon banks, making a steep turn before heading straight towards the Star Destroyer, bobbing and weaving to dodge the flak bursts. The ship narrowly misses the bridge window, before Han turns towards Chewie, pointing to his side. 

“Engage the landing claw!”

Chewie does, and the Falcon is now clinging to the Destroyer, Han shutting off all power before freezing, watching the other Destroyers in the area. 

“We should be invisible now,” he says softly, glancing at you and Chewie. 

There's a few minutes of silence, before Threepio throws his hands up. 

“Captain Solo, this time you’ve gone too far!” Chewie cuts him off, but Threepio only waves his way, “no, I will not be quiet, Chewbacca. Why doesn’t anyone listen to me?”

Han points to the Destroyers, “the fleets starting to break up. Go back and stand by the manual release for the landing claw.” Chewie nods, barking. He struggles to stand from his seat, walking out of the Cockpit. 

Threepio speaks again, “I really don't see how that is going to help. Surrender is a perfectly acceptable alternative in extreme circumstances-”

You’ve stood up by then, sitting Threepio down in your seat before turning to Leia, raising your eyebrows while gesturing towards Threepio. She sighs, reaching forwards to turn him off. Han sighs, nodding his head, “thank you.”

Standing in the doorway, you watch Leia move closer to Han, who was still watching the fleet. 

“So what’s the next move?”

Han only glances her way, “well, if they follow standard Imperial procedure, they’ll dump their grange before going to lightspeed. Then, we’ll just float away.”

You cross your arms, watching the two interact. 

“With the rest of the garbage, then what?”

“Then, we’ve got to find a safe port around here, got any ideas?” He finally turns to look at you after turning on the computer map screen, you shake your head. 

“No. Where are we?” Leia asks. 

“The Anoat system.”

Leia grimaces, “Anoat system. There’s not much there.”

“Well- wait, this is interesting,” he turns to look at you with raised eyebrows, “Lando.”

You chuckle, letting your head fall back against the door frame, groaning softly. 

Leia looks between you both for a moment, “Lando system?”

“Lando’s not a system,” you correct her, “he’s a man, Lando Calrissian.” smiling, you look back at her, “he’s a card player, gambler, scoundrel-”

“You’d like him,” Han cuts in with a smile. 

“Thanks,” she grumbles. 

Han rests his fist against his chin, watching the computer screen.

“Bespin. It’s pretty far, but I’m sure we can make it.”

Nodding, you push away from the door frame, leaning over Leia’s shoulder. 

“A mining colony?” She asks, tilting her head to look at you. 

“Yeah,” Han confirms, “a Tibanna gas mine. Must have conned somebody out of it, we go back a long way- Lando and us,” he nods towards you. 

“Can you trust him?”

You laugh, shaking your head, “absolutely not, but he has no love for The Empire.”

Sitting in Chewie’s seat you watch the garbage slowly start to seep from the Destroyer. Han straightens in his seat, leaning to press into the com.

“Alright Chewie, get ready.” He waits another moment, “detach!”

The falcon detaches from the Destroyer with a lurch, and the ship slowly turns as it floats into the wave of garbage, watching as the Star Destroyer goes off into lightspeed. 

“You have your moments, I'll give you that.” Leia says softly, looking over Han for a moment before leaning down, pressing a kiss onto his cheek. Then, she sits down in her seat, avoiding your gaze. Smiling, you watch as Han smiles softly, and Leia blushes. 

Powering back on the Falcon, Han steers the ship around and begins making way to Bespin. 

You moved back to your seat when Chewie came back and Threepio was turned back on, albeit more calm and quiet after having been turned off for a few hours. You sat in silence, watching the clouds grow in number and the colors shift from black and blue to a dusty orange and pink. this suited Lando, you thought. 

There were two cloud cars following the ship from either side, talking to Han through the coms. 

“No,” Han says, “I don’t have a landing permit! I’m trying to reach Lando Calrissian!” 

Flak hits the side of the ship, and you lean forwards to watch out the window. Leia looks worried, you giving a tight lipped smile. 

“Woah! Wait a minute! Let me explain-” Han yells into the transmitter, but the pilot in the Cloud Car cuts him 

“You will not deviate from your current flight path.”

“Rather touchy, aren’t they?” Threepio says.

Leia huffs, “I thought you said you knew this person.”

Chewie growls and barks at Han, and you wonder what he said for Han to look so offended.

“Well, that was a long time ago. I’m sure he’s forgotten about that.”

“Permission granted to land on platform three-two-seven.”

Han smiles, seething into the transmitter, “Thank you.”

After saying his thanks, he snaps off the intercom, throwing it to the ground as Chewie grunts. 

“Nothing to worry about. We go way back, Lando and me.”

“Who’s worried?” Leia asks, sitting down in her chair. 

As the floating city of Bespin comes into view, you silently wonder how Lando came to own this place. You wonder if it was from a game of Sabacc, or if he did another run and got it as a reward. The Cloud Cars escort you to the landing platform, and Han lands with a sigh, standing from his chair and walking out of the Cockpit, you and Chewie hot on his tail. You can hear Leia and Threepio following, and make sure to glance back at her. 

Han lowers the ramp, and warily looks around the platform as you exit. You’re expecting to see Lando waiting for you guys, but there wasn’t anybody around.

“Oh. no one to meet us,” Threepio voices, looking around the platform. 

Eyebrows furrowed, you place a hand onto your blaster, looking at Han and Chewie. They both have the same looks, hands close to their weapons. 

“I don’t like this,” Leia sighs, shaking her head. Han huffs, turning to look at her. 

“Well, what would you like?”

“They did let us land,” Threepio states, looking between the two.

Han leans against one of the pistons, “look, don't worry, everything's going to be fine. Trust me.”

The door at the end of the platform hisses, opening vertically to present a group of people, Lando at the front. His dark cape laid over his shoulders as he talked with one of the people from the crowd, pointing towards your group. Han makes his way from the ramp, stopping between you and Chewie. 

“Keep your eyes open, yeah?”

Chewie nods his head, growling softly. Han turns to you, smiling, “coming with me?”

You don't reply, but you do follow him when he goes to meet Lando in the middle of the platform. Turning to give Chewie and Leia a two fingered salute. 

Han opens his hands, a bright smile on his face, “Hey!”

You can hear Lando’s voice, deeper from what you remember, his cape billowing behind him. He’s grown older, smile lines creasing around his eyes. The only remaining facial hair left on his face was his mustache, his hair remaining almost the same, just a little longer, smoothed back into waves. The group he was talking to follow at a distance, looking over your group with curious eyes. 

“Why, you slimy, double-crossing, no-good swindler!” He stops a few feet away, placing his hands on his hips

“You’ve got a lot of guts coming here, after what you’ve pulled.”

Both you and Han freeze, Hans’ hands pointing to his chest. You stare at Lando with narrowed eyes, but he doesn’t seem to acknowledge your presence just yet. 

“Me?” Han says softly. Lando takes a few steps forwards, jerking towards Han, making his hands fly up in defense, before laughing and pulling him into a hug. Han stands shocked, before beginning to laugh, hugging him back. 

Lando pulls away, smiling brightly, “how you doing, you old pirate! I never thought I’d catch up with you again, where’ve you been? What’re you doing here?”

Han turned to thumb at the Falcon, “ah, repairs, thought you could help.”

Lando replies in mock panic, “what’ve you done to my ship?” 

He finally turns to you, his eyes softening, trying to hide a smile as he finally speaks to you, “What’ve you let him do to our ship?”

Han laughs mockingly, looking between you both with wide eyes, “your ship? Hey- remember, you lost her to me fair-and-square.”

Chewie must catch his attention, his eyes flickering to behind you, “and how you doin’, Chewbacca? you still hanging around with this loser?”

Chewie replies in a series of barks and growls, Leia and Threepio appearing from his side. When Lando finally notices her, he smiles, “hello, what do we have here?” Glancing towards Han, he moves closer. 

“Welcome. I’m Lando Calrissian, I’m the administrator of this facility. And who might you be?” He tilts his head. Crossing your arms, you narrow your eyes at him. Leia flickers to look at you, before setting her gaze on him again, she looks wary, untrusting. Yet, she smiles, tilting her head.

“Leia.”

Lando sighs, “Welcome, Leia.” He reaches out, grabbing her hand to press a delicate kiss. 

Han huffs, moving in to softly grab Leia’s hand from his, shaking his head, “all right, all right, you old smoothie.”

Threepio moves closer, slightly bending down before shaking his hand, “Hello, sir. I am see-Threepio, human-cyborg relations. My facilities are at your-” Lando’s already turning around, eyes finding you again with a smile. 

“Finally deciding to work with your real captain, (Y/n)?” he takes your arm in his, leading you into the building. Laughing, you shake your head, looking at him with a smile. 

“You haven’t been a captain for how long, Lando?”

He brushes it off with a smirk, “doesn't matter, you worked under me first didn’t you?”

“You don't remember? Why, how inconsiderate of you!” You feign offense, placing your hand over the other, feeling the cape brush the back of your legs. 

“I could never forget you! After all we’ve done? It would be a crime!”

Lando turns back to Han, and you let go of his arm, clasping them behind your back as Lando's aid nods his head at you in greeting. 

“What’s wrong with the Falcon?”

“Hyperdrive.”

Lando nods, turning to his aid before looking back, “I’ll get my people to work on her.”

“Good.”

Walking backwards, Lando winks at you before looking at Leia, smiling brightly, “you know, that ship saved my life quite a few times. She's the fastest hunk of junk in the sky!”

When walking across a small bridge that leads into the main city, you finally manage to catch a glimpse of it all. The entire city reminded you of Coruscant, with cloud cars flying around, people walking through the streets, and multiple buildings linking together that stretch out as far as you could see. 

The interior was just as elegant as you expected. While walls and intricate statues and artwork. There was a chandelier hanging from the ceiling as your group walked down the skinny set of stairs. The windows on the wall to your left showcased the city lights, and you smile at Leia when you see the sparkle in her eyes return, even if it was for a second. 

Han makes busy with talking to Lando, their voices echoing through the hallways, “how's the gas mine? Is it paying off for you?”

Passing a small plaza, you glance at a man working on a power board just behind one of the pillars that held up the ceiling. He didn’t pay you any mind, too engrossed in his work. Another man, who did spare you a glance, was cleaning the walls with a large duster, reaching up as far as he could. 

“Oh,” Lando sighs, “not as well as I’d like. We’re a small outpost and not very self sufficient- not to mention the supply problems of every kind. I’ve had labor difficulties-” Lando stops short, Hans laughter billowing over him. Smiling, he tilts his head, “what’s so funny?”

You almost start laughing too at the way Han claps a hand down onto his shoulder, shaking his head. 

“You! Listen to you, you sound like a businessman, a responsible leader. Who would’ve thought that, huh?” Han looks back at you, then at Leia for a split second before turning back to the front. Lando stops in front of a large wall of windows, the sun casting an orange glow of her busy city. 

“You know, seeing you both here brings back a few things.”

Laughing, you link your arm with his again, smiling. 

“It does, doesn’t it?”

Lando chuckles, dragging you along as Han looks back, eyebrows raised and shoulders shrugging. 

“Yeah, I’m responsible these days. It's the price you pay for being successful.”

Raising a brow, you look up at him, “didn’t you win this place from gambling?”

“Acquiring this beauty doesn’t matter to me anymore, I think being a successful businessman suits me, no?”

You hiss, leaning away to wince, “I don’t know, seeing you like this is like seeing an imposter.”

“You hurt me, (Y/n). When did you get so mean?”

After assigning both you and Leia rooms, you take the chance to finally get cleaned up. The guest quarters was an oval shaped room, lounging all around the room while one door led into the bedroom. 

They provided you with a new set of clothes, perfect to go along with the beautiful city. It was a dark blue jumpsuit, the fabric light enough to be worn with the cape that was folded nicely underneath it. It was white, but had a gold lining and a beautiful design that covered the bottom. The fabric underneath was also gold, the collar wrapping around your shoulders to clasp right in the middle of your chest. You refused to wear the boots they gave, preferring your usual ones instead. 

After finally getting out of there, you make your way towards Leia’s room. You knew Han and Chewie were looking over the Falcon’s repairs, and you were hoping you’d be able to spend some time alone with Leia before you’d have to leave. But, when the doors opened, it revealed Han and Leia already sitting alone together, sitting closely as they spoke quietly amongst themselves. 

Han stood first, hands on his hips as he looked you over, nodding once as he gestured to the cape and jumpsuit. 

“Bespin seems to suit you.”

Looking down, you smooth over the soft fabric, shrugging, “over than it being kind of itchy in some parts, its comfortable.”

“I think you look beautiful,” Leia says, standing as well. She wore a maroon dress, her white cape falling fluidly over her shoulders and down her back. Her hair was down, braids being tied up with ribbons, and the dirt that used to be on her cheeks was washed away. She looked regal, fitting in almost perfectly with the city. 

“You do too, Leia.”

“The ships almost done, just a few more things before we can go.”

Leia crosses her arms, stepping closer while promptly ignoring Han, “have you seen Threepio? Nobody has heard anything from or about him!”

“I thought he was with you? When was the last time you saw him?”

Han raises his arms, “I already told her I’d ask Lando!”

“How long has he been gone?” You ask, hands on your hips. 

“Too long, there's no chance he would be lost. Something is wrong here, I cannot be the only one feeling like this.”

Leia sits back down on the couch, Han crouching next to her. You cross your arms, leaning against the door frame when the door across from you slides open, Chewie rushing in with a basket full of Threepio parts. 

“What happened?” you ask, eyebrows scrunching as you rush over, looking over a broken Threepio. Chewie sets the basket down on the round table in the middle of the room, Leia standing besides you as you begin lifting small parts. 

Chewie barks and growls softly, lifting Threepio's arm and foot. 

“Where?” Han asks, hand resting on the back of the couch. 

Chewie growls again, this time Han scoffs, “found him in a junk pile?”

Leia sighs, tilting her head. “What a mess, Chewie, you think you can repair him?”

Biting your cheek, you push away from the table and look at Han, a perplexed look on his face. Chewie growls, shrugging his shoulders. 

“Lando’s got people who can fix him.”

Leia shakes her head, voice cold, “no thanks.”

Sitting back down onto the couch, you cross one leg over the other as you watch Chewie begin repairs. Leia continues to stand, seeming to be deep in thought. 

Lando walks in just then, eyes flickering over everyone's face, “sorry, am I interrupting anything?”

“Not really, no.”

You give him a strained smile, and he returns it, before his eyes flicker over to Leia. He smiles, his eyes crinkling before he shakes his head. 

“You look absolutely beautiful.”

Leaning back, you look at Han with raised eyebrows while he slowly covers his mouth with his hand, eyes wide as he stares at Lando. 

“You truly belong here with us among the clouds,” he says smoothly, hands appearing from his cape.

“Thank you,” Leia returns coolly, She tugs her own cape closed, tilting her shoulders back towards you. 

Lando reaches a hand out, his smile bright, eyes smooth, “would you join me for a refreshment?”

Barking almost offendedly, Chewie sets down the leg he was working on. Lando adds, “everyone's invited, of course.”

Standing, you watch Han move in to smoothly take Leia’s arm, pulling her away from Lando’s grasp as he moves towards the door. Lando offers you his arm, and you take it with a small smile. 

Finally seeing the parts of Threepio, Lando’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion, “having trouble with your droid?”

“No, no problem. Why?” Han asks from the door frame, waiting for Lando to lead your group. 

When the door hisses closed behind you, Han and Leia pause so Lando can actually lead you to where you’re going. There’s more people in the Halls now, all different species filling the corridor as you walk. Light filters in through the windows, being cut by the large white pillars that stand tall. 

Lando clears his throat, hand tapping against yours before slightly turning his head to see the others. 

“So you see, since we’re a small operation. We don't fall under the, uh, jurisdiction of the Empire.”

You raise your eyebrow, Leia’s voice firm next to you, “so you're part of the mining guild then?”

Leading you down a set of stairs, you turn another corner. Shoulder brushing against Leia’s you look at her, and she meets you with soft eyes. 

“No not actually, our operation is small enough to not be noticed.”

Turning left down another corridor, he continues, “It’s advantageous for everybody since our customers are anxious to avoid attracting attention to themselves.”

There's a large set of doors at the end of the hallway, and you walk down another set of stairs, passing by another set of large windows. 

“Aren’t you afraid the Empire is going to find you out? Shut you down?” You cut in, looking down at your feet so you wouldn't trip over the many capes that billow behind you.  There's barely anyone down this hallway, and Lando begins to slow as you approach the double doors. 

“There's always been a danger looming like a shadow over everything we’ve built here. But things have developed that will ensure security. I’ve just made a deal that will keep the Empire out of her forever.”

There's a small red button outside of the door, and when Lando presses down onto it, the door hisses as it opens. 

Inside stood Darth Vader, he was at the end of the long table, black suit contrasting against the white interior. Ripping your arm from Lando’s grip, you instinctively reach for your blaster, but it wasn’t there. You had taken it off when putting on the clothes Lando provided you. Han was the only one wearing the clothes he arrived in, quickly grabbing the blaster from his side while pulling Leia behind him from her hand. Chewie growls while grabbing your arm, yanking you into his side.

Shooting at the Lord, Han would’ve hit, if it wasn’t for Darth Vader stopping the blaster bolts with his hand, stopping the blast repeatedly before ripping the gun from Hans’ hand, setting it down onto the table calmly.

“We would be honored, if you would join us.”

His voice was deep, mechanically terrifying as you peer over Han’s shoulder, watching Boba Fett himself walk from behind one of the pillars inside the room, standing beside Vader. Stormtroopers appear from behind you, pointing blasters. 

Lando stood to the side, frowning. His eyes were unreadable, but he refused to look at you, only Han. 

“I had no choice,” he said coldly, “they arrived right before you did. I’m sorry.”

Han purses his lips, grabbing Leia’s hand, looking at you before glaring at Lando, nodding.

“I'm sorry, too.”

Chewie growls, barking at him before pushing you forwards nex to Leia, who reaches back, grabbing your hand tightly as your group enters the room, the door hissing shut behind you. 

You were separated from Han and the others shortly after, being strapped to a chair, they didn’t ask you anything, just stared while you screamed in pain. You barely remember what happened, just the pulsating electricity that waved through your body. They tore off your cape, leaving you in your jumpsuit. Your head hurt, and so did your body. The fresh scars on your side from falling into the Falcon’s wires throbbed again, the skin still sensitive. 

They dragged you into another prison chamber after they were done, you pulled against them with the remaining strength you had left before they dropped you to the ground. Han was already laying against a metal bench, Leia brushing his hair back. He looked worse than you, his face pale with dark bags under his eyes. 

Chewie rushes over to you, helping you stand. Smiling, you rub his arm before making your way to Leia and Han. Han looked over you with the little strength he had left, but you swatted his hands away. 

“Did they ask you anything?” he questions, Leia looking over you with concern as well. He reaches out, touching your cheek softly before retracting.

“No, you?”

“No.”

Leia sighs, leaning down to kiss his forehead. Slouching onto the ground, you close your eyes while rubbing your side. You should’ve listened to Han when he told you to take care of it. 

The door hisses open once more, and two cloudian guards walk in, Lando trailing in after. Chewie growls, and Han does his best to sit up with Leia’s help. Pushing off of the ground, you grab onto Chewie’s arm. 

“Get out of here, Lando-”

“Shut up and listen!” He barks, face stern. “Vader has agreed to turn Leia, (Y/n), and Chewie over to me.”

Han scoffs, “over to you?”

“They’ll have to stay here, but they’ll be safe.”

Leia doesn’t miss a beat, “what about Han?”

Her hands are still gripping his shoulders, her body supporting him. You clench your jaw, already having an idea as to why Boba Fett would want Han.

“Vader’s giving him to the bounty hunter.”

Leia shakes her head, “Vader wants us all dead-”

“He doesn’t want you at all!” His head is shaking, trying to find the words, “he’s after someone else- someone called Skywalker-”

“Luke?” Your voice almost breaks. There's that feeling in your chest again, that tight twist in your stomach before it simmers away. Lando finally snaps his eyes to you, and you see the pain in them, looking at your pale face and worried, betrayed, eyes. 

“Lord Vader has set a trap for him.”

There's a moment of silence, Chewie still growling.

“And we’re the bait-” Leia yells, her voice echoing slightly. 

“Yeah, well. He’s on his way.”

Han is heaving now, his jaw offset as he struggles to look at the man in front of him. He pushes himself off the metal bench, wavering in his stance. 

“You’ve fixed us all up real good, didn’t you?”

Lando shakes his head, looking away from him. But Han wasn’t done, he took a shaky step forwards, “My friend.” He growls. He rears back his hand, punching Lando in the face. The older falls to the floor, Han following after, the guards hitting him with their guns. 

“Han!” You yell, trying to get to him but there's a gun pointed at you before you could move. Chewie is barking again, and at the moment you wish you knew what he was saying. What he was calling Lando. Leia is down by Hans’ side, rubbing his side where the guard hit him. 

As he got up, Lando fixed his cape, calling off his guards while looking over your group once more. 

“I’ve done all I can,” he says, touching his cheek, “I’m sorry I couldn’t do better but I’ve got my own problems!”

Pushing himself onto his side, Han glares from his place on the floor, “yeah, a real hero.”

Lando leaves after that, his guards following after. You finally fall to your knees besides Han, helping him up. Hes wincing, holding onto his side as Leia pushes herself closer to him. Leaning him up against the wall. 

“You certainly have a way with people,” she sighs.

Chuckling, you wipe the blood from Han’s chin, “you should’ve seen him with Jabba, a real people pleaser.”

They both laugh softly, looking at one another before Leia steps over him, Chewie helping her lift him from the floor. They place him back on the metal bench, him softly groaning as his back meets the cold metal. 

After everything seemed to calm down, the door hissed again, Boba Fett entering the room. You stand first, Leia staying by Han while Chewie stops his repairs on Threepio. 

“What a familiar sight,” you tease, tilting your head at the mandalorian. He doesn’t reply to you, just turns his head and nods towards Han. Six stormtroopers enter the room then, quickly placing handcuffs onto your friends before standing close to Boba Fett, who still had his blaster in hand. 

“Let’s go.” Is all he says, his voice mechanical. 

“What a party pleaser,” you grumble, letting Han leave the room first. Leia stands by your side, and Chewie straps a still broken Threepio to his back, the stormtroopers trailing after him. 

Boba Fett led you through Cloud City in silence, turning corners and going down stairs until you entered a dark room illuminated by a red light. Smoke steamed from different pipes, and the sight of even more stormtroopers had you inch closer to the princess. 

Threepio doesn’t seem to be able to read the situation well, his voice carrying throughout the large room frantically, “If only you attached my legs, I wouldn’t be in this ridiculous position. Now, remember, Chewbacca, you have a responsibility to me, so don’t do anything foolish.”

After walking down the final set of stairs, Han stops to stand behind Lando, who was watching the many Ugnaughts working on some kind of machine that stands in the middle of the room. 

“Nice to see you, buddy,” Han hisses, his hands shifting in the tight cuffs. There's another set of stairs on the other side of the room, and you can hear Vader’s mechanical breathing from beyond the smoke. You couldn’t see him, but you knew he was there. 

“They're putting you into carbon freeze,” Lando whispers over his shoulder, eyes flickering to the Dark Lord that now walks down the stairs. A shiver rolls down your back, and you push Leia further away from him. Boba Fett moves away from your group, standing beside Vader to speak softly to him. 

Carbon Freeze? You’ve only heard of it, never actually seeing the machine yourself. You’ve never heard of humans going into it and surviving, and the thought of Han going in there makes your eyes burn. Your chest feels tight, and you finally look at him. He’s looking at Leia with a soft smile, his eyes sad. 

“Han?” You whisper, gaining his attention. His brows furrow, and he tries to make his way over to you, but he’s stopped by Vader's voice.

“The Empire will compensate you if he dies, put him in!”

“No!” you cry, Chewie howling right after. Leia grabs your arms, pulling you away from the stormtrooper that rushed forwards with his blaster raised. Chewie begins to push away the guards, throwing them off the suspended platform. It's chaos, Chewie frantic as Hans' voice tries to speak over him.

“Chewie! No! Stop it, Chewie! Do you hear me?!” Han is standing in front of him now, speaking loudly to gain the Wookie's attention while more Stormtroopers place him into cuffs. 

“This won’t help me,” Chewie tries to struggle again, “Hey!”

Han’s face is stern, “save your strength. There’ll be another time. The princess, and (Y/n), you have to protect them, take care of them, you hear me?”

Chewie provides a woeful farewell, Leia leaving your side to stand next to him. Han looks down at her, then leans down, pressing his lips against hers. She reaches out, touching his cheek before he pulls away. 

You realize your shaking, your vision blurry with unshed tears. Han looks at you with stern eyes, and he reminds you of an older brother. 

“Don’t cry, kid.” He whispers, tilting his head. You can’t reply, throat throbbing. But you shake your head, wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him as tight as you could. 

“You gotta keep her safe, okay?”

Nodding, you continue to hold him before letting go, swallowing while taking a shaking breath. 

Finally, Han is ripped away by a stormtrooper, and you almost go after him. Leia stops you, grabbing onto your arm firmly, pulling you back towards Chewie. She quickly turns to Han, who was already looking her way, her breathing shaking too. 

“I love you,” she says firmly, and Han tries to hide his smile.

“I know.”

The ugnaughts remove his bindings, and the floor slowly begins to lower into the chamber. 

There's tears rolling down Leia’s face, her hand clutching onto yours as Han disappears into the floor. Chewie begins to cry, it only gets louder as the machine turns on, cold smoke filling the air. The hissing the machine lets out hurts your ears, and you and Leia both turn to cover your faces. 

It only took a few seconds before the large claw above the pit descended, whirring and latching onto something before ascending again. In its jaws, was Han. He was frozen in a sheet of carbon, his face exclaiming in pain while his hands were raised in surrender. Leia gasps, your hand flying to cover your mouth, tears stinging your eyes once more. The Ugnaughts look over it before pushing it down, and Han lands with a thump, the entire floor rattling with the weight. 

Threepio continues to try and look around Chewie’s shoulder, only managing to get peeks in. 

Lando moves around, crouching beside the Carbon block to look at the statistics on the side, his eyebrows tense. 

“Oh, they’ve encased him in carbonite-” you can pick up, but you block him out. 

Vader steps forwards, hand clasped onto his belt, “well, Calrissian, did he survive?”

Lando is staring at the frozen block, his hands holding onto the side. 

“Yes, he’s alive. And in perfect hibernation.”

Turning back to Boba Fett, Vader says, “He’s all yours, bounty hunter.”

Boba Fett bows before turning to the Ugnaughts, motioning for them to continue with placing Han into a coffin-like box. Vader turns to the other Ugnaughts, “reset the chamber for Skywalker.”

One of the Imperial officers walks down to the platform then, only sparing a glance to the people around him before stopping before Vader, “Skywalker has just landed, my Lord.”

Leia turns your way, the tears dried on your face. Sighing, you speak silently with her. You couldn’t let Luke run into his trap. 

Lando moves towards you then, trying to grab your arm but you swat him away, glaring at him. He frowns, Vader’s voice speaks up again. 

“Good, see to it that he finds his way here. Calrissian, take the Princess, the Wookiee, and the other one to my ship.”

Lando doesn’t hesitate to protest, “you said they’d stay in the city under my supervision!”

“I’ve altered the deal.” Vader says, his voice cold, “pray I don’t alter it further.” 

Lando nods, hand lightly touching his throat before turning to you and the others, pursing his lips.

They place Han onto a floating platform, Boba leading a few stormtroopers and Cloud City workers away with it. Lando, an Imperial Officer, and a few stormtroopers lead you and the others out of the chamber, taking a different hallway to Vader's ship. You only watch the floor as you walk. Everyone was silent, your eyes still burning at the thought of Luke being put into the same chamber as Han. Leia continuously tries to look around, slowing enough to be pushed forwards by a Stormtrooper.

The group slows when the sound of blaster fire echo's down the vacant hallway, it sounded close. You raise your head enough to see Lando look back, his hand reaching from under his cape to press along the watch on his wrist before looking forwards once more, walking alongside the Imperial officer. 

Passing an adjacent hallway, the Imperial officer waves Lando forwards, rushing back to grab Leia by the shoulders and drag her towards the door to your right side. The troopers around start to fire down the hallway. Another trooper grabs you, and when trying to wiggle free, he only kicks the back of your knee, tripping you. Gaining your footing again, you can hear Leia yell over the sound of the other troopers’ blaster fire. 

“Luke!” She screams, and you snap your head to look down the hallway, the quickest sight of blonde hair disappearing around the corner makes your heart drop. It was true, he was here. 

“It's a trap!” She screams again before she’s yanked forcefully through the doorway. Chewie starts yelling, and when you try to yell his name, the trooper holding you kicks the back of your knee again, pulling you through the door. 

“Luke, run!” you manage to get out, seeing him peer from behind the wall. When the door shuts behind you, the trooper lets you go, pushing you to keep walking. Leia grabs ahold of your arm, helping you steady yourself. Clenching your jaw, you continue walking. Hoping that Luke heard you, and left as soon as he could. 

“I hope he heard us,” Leia whispers, her face looking back at the trooper’s following. 

Further down the hallway, you enter an intersection, where multiple of Lando’s guards are waiting, blasters already fixed on the Imperial soldiers and officer. Lando pushes the officer into the hands of one of his guards, and begins to grab the blasters from the Stormtroopers, handing them over to his right hand, who was standing behind the pillar in the middle of the room. 

“Well done,” Lando says, taking three more guns from the troopers before turning back to him, “hold them in the security tower, keep it quiet. Move.”

The guards begin to escort the Troopers and officer, handing you and Leia a blaster he took. When he hands one to you, you grab his arm harshly, “just what are you doing, huh?”

Lando gently takes his arm from your grip, moving to Chewie’s bindings, “we’re getting out of here.”

“Oh, I knew it all had to be a mistake!” Threepio cries from Chewie’s back. When the bindings fall from his wrists, he immediately grabs Lando by the throat, choking him. 

Leia smirks, “you think after all you’ve done, we’d trust you?”

“You’re stupid to think I won't just kill you right here, right now,” you sneer, blaster pointed at him. 

“I had no choice!” He chokes, hands clawing at Chewie’s wrists, trying to free himself. 

Chewie barks, almost lifting him from the ground. Threepio starts to protest, his voice frantic. 

“Oh, we understand, don’t we, (Y/n)?” Leia says sarcastically, turning to you with raised eyebrows. 

“Definitely,” you step forwards, “he just had no choice, right Chewie?”

Lando’s face starts to turn red, “I’m just trying to help-”

“That’s what you said when you let us in, isn’t it? Helping an old friend of yours fix his ship? We don’t want your help anymore, Lando.”

He ignores you, making a garbled sound that neither of you could understand. 

“I think he’s trying to say Han!” Threepio cries, his head trying to look over Chewie’s shoulder, who was still choking Lando. 

“There’s still a chance- to save Han- The east platform-”

“Chewie, drop him.” Leia says, Chewie letting him fall to the floor. He heaves, rubbing the raw skin of his throat. 

“I’m terribly sorry about all this. He’s only a wookiee, after all.”

“Shut it, Threepio.” You growl, turning to start rushing down the corridor. Leia was just behind you, Chewie following her, then a still gasping Lando. 

“This way-” Lando wheezes, running to the front of the group to lead you out onto a balcony, the sun setting on the city. You can faintly see Boba Fett’s ship up ahead, and you almost stop when hearing the familiar whistle of another droid. Chewie stops to growl at R2. 

“Artoo! Where have you been? Oh- turn around you wooly!”

Running up a set of stairs, Lando skids to a stop to open the hangar door. It hisses, and Leia and Chewie run through first, watching as Boba Fett’s ship flies away. Yelling out, Chewie tries to fire at the ship with the blaster Lando gave him, but it was no use. Standing beside Leia, your shoulders slump. Leia’s eyes well with tears, and you place a hand onto her back. 

“Oh no, Chewie, behind you!” Threepio cries, the Wookiee turning around with a cry. 

A blaster bolt nearly hits Leia, and you both turn around to see a group of Stormtroopers entering from down the corridor. R2 spins in the hanger doorway, speeding away from the cross fire. Lando takes cover behind the wall, and Leia soon follows. You and Chewie begin to fire at the troopers, Chewie hitting a few before Lando makes a break for the elevator down the hall. More troopers were filling the room, and Leia managed to hit a few before making a break for the elevator as well. Chewie pushes you along, acting as a shield while you peer around him, firing at the troopers before they could shoot Chewie. 

Your hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and with each trooper you shot down, it got worse. Feeling the heat in your cheeks, you step around Chewie to take another shot, a blaster bolt landing beside your head before you finally make it to the elevator. Lando shut the doors before any of them could round the corner. 

The elevator ride up was quick, and you ran off, almost smiling when seeing the Falcon on the landing pad. Just as quickly the doors slam shut, Lando slamming his hands against the metal door before looking at the door pad on the wall. Shaking his head, he looks at you and Leia. 

“The security codes have been changed!”

Chewie howls, grabbing onto the metal door to try and pull it open. 

“Artoo!” Threepio cries, the smaller droid beeping in return, “you can tell the computer to override the security system!”

Lando rushes over to the other wall, hooking into the panel's intercom, his voice ringing through the hallways. 

Taking off the computer cover, R2 tries to hook into the computer system. Suddenly, his short beep turns into a wild scream. R2’s circuits begin to light up, and his head spins wildly. Smoke erupts from under him, and Chewie promptly pulls him away, blue bolts curling around his little body.

“This is just great,” you grumble, hearing Threepio argue with the little droid before Lando lightly touches your elbow. 

“This way.”

Following him, you run against a large crowd of citizens, Chewie firing at Stormtroopers who managed to catch up to you. Lando is quick, running through the halls until coming up to another panel system. This time, there was a port for R2 to connect to, and you rushed him forwards. He whistles, turning his head towards you. 

More Stormtroopers begin to crowd, and you join Leia and Chewie in firing towards them, shooting more down while R2 works on the landing door. 

“Ah!” Threepio shouts, Chewie barely dodging a blaster bolt. “We’re not interested in the Millennium Falcon's hyperdrive! It's fixed! Just open the door, you stupid lump!”

“Leia!” You shout, seeing more troopers enter the hallway, “to your left!”

Beginning to retreat down the corridor, you can faintly hear the triumphant beep of R2, the door sliding open seconds later. Lando pulls Leia away, both passing you before you shoot once more down the hallway, following behind them onto the platform. The exit ramp was already down, a small light emanating from inside. 

R2 waits for you to pass before laying cloud fog, blocking the trooper's view before following behind you. 

Reaching the Falcon just as the battalion reaches the doors, you and Leia quickly take cover behind one of the legs, shooting towards the troopers while Chewie rushes onto the Falcon, hitting Threepio's head on his way in. 

The Falcon rumbles, the engine roaring to life as more stormtroopers begin to flood the platform. Lando turns to you, waving “Leia! (Y/n)! Go!”

Find an opening, you push Leia, both of you running on board. Lando shuts the ramp, following behind you into the cockpit. Passing by the  two droids, you sit down in Hans’ seat, flipping on the deflector shields and helping Chewie with preparing the Falcon for hyperspeed. 

“Let's get out of here-”

“Wait!” Leia says, sitting in your usual seat, “what about Luke?”

Breathing heavily, you squeeze your eyes shut, “If he heard us, he should be gone by now-”

“We’ve got to go back!” She cuts you off. Turning sharply, you notice the look in her eyes, the fog that she seemed to be in. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and her hand reached out to grab your arm.

“I know where Luke is.”

Chewie barks in surprise, Lando leaning forwards in his chair, “what?”

“We have to go back.” She states, still looking at you.”

Breathing deeply, you clench your jaw, staring back at her. 

“What about those fighters?” Lando voices. Chewie agreeing. 

Shaking your head, you look back to the front, “Chewie, just do it.”

Lando scoffs, looking between the three of you, “but what about Vader?!”

Chewie turns towards him, barking and growling. Lando stands from his chair, hands up in surrender. 

The Falcon does a graceful turn, the sight of Cloud City not bringing anymore comfort. The sun cast a golden glow over the clouds, the lights beginning to turn on in the city. Dark shadows began to form, making it hard to see anything. 

“You better be right,” You murmur. Leia doesn’t respond, but she does move closer to look out the window. 

When getting closer to the city, Leia points to the underside, her eyes sharp, “down there.”

Lando leans down, his face next to yours, squinting to see through the shadows before pointing as well, “There's someone down there.”

Staring, you gasp, seeing the small figure cling to a weather vane.

“Its Luke!”

“Chewie, Slow down and we’ll get under him-” you command, turning towards the other two, “Lando, open the top hatch. Leia, take my spot- I’m gonna go with Lando.”

Standing from the chair, you gently touch Leia’s back as you dash out of the cockpit, following Lando as he makes his way to the top hatch. When he stops to open the sliding door, he looks back, you only waving him off. 

“You grab him, I’m gonna get a blanket or something.” When you see him continue to stare, you almost stomp your foot, “Hurry, you idiot!”

There's a small cabinet a little further down the hall, and you open it quickly, looking over the old clothes, finally coming across a brown blanket. Grabbing it, you slam the cabinet closed behind you when the sliding door closes. You can feel the Falcon slow to a halt, the outside hatch hissing as it opens. 

Seconds almost feel like hours, and when the sliding door finally opens again to reveal Lando and Luke, you almost choke on the newly forming lump in your throat. 

Luke looked terrible, to put it lightly. The skin around his eye was deep purple, the color reaching almost to the side of his jaw. The corner of his top lip was busted, blood almost dripping down his chin. His once blonde hair was darker, soaked and sticking to his forehead from sweat. You quickly throw the blanket over his shoulders, his pretty blue eyes finally looking at you. They screamed exhaustion, his body practically falling into you. Lando speaks, but you can’t hear him over the roaring in your ears as you hold Luke’s frail body closer. One of his arms wraps itself around your waist, using some of his remaining energy to hold you tightly. 

“Oh, Luke,” you whimper, pulling away to grab his face.

“(Y/n),” he whispers back. His cheeks were sweaty, and he almost collapsed when you let go. Using your strength you grab his other hand, but stop when he yelps in pain, yanking the arm from your grasp. Confused, you look to see what wound he could have obtained, but you fall short when seeing his hand completely gone. The skin charred, clothes burned away. 

The ship rocks violently, causing you to grab hold of Luke again, Lando racing towards the cockpit while you carefully pull Luke towards the small medbay. It was only a single bunk, but it had enough supplies to keep someone stable while reaching somewhere more suitable. 

Luke’s breathing starts to become labored when you slowly lower him onto the bunk. You make sure to pull the blanket free from his shoulders, laying it over him while he falls onto the thermal padding. More flak hits the Falcon, the small life support machine shaking. You try your best to attach everything correctly, but you stop when a hand grabs your shoulder. 

Leia stands with a frown, her eyes looking over Luke before nodding towards you. Moving, you let her quickly stabilize him, his breathing beginning to level out while she attached a cuff to the arm with his missing hand. Rubbing your nose, you try and wipe away the tears that cloud your vision. 

You can hear Lando and Chewie shouting to each other, Leia’s voice louder than the flak that hits the ship. 

“Go to the cockpit, help those two idiots.”

Breathing deeply, you look back over, “what about Luke?” 

Her lips pursed at the frailness of your voice, sees the slight shake in your hands when you pull them away from your eyes. Your cheeks are pink and splotchy, tears wetting your lashes.

“I’ve got him- you go.”

“But-”

“(Y/n). Go, I’ve got him.”

Nodding, you rush to the cockpit. Briefly, you try to spot the two droids, but their nowhere to be found. 

“What’s happening?” You curse your voice for cracking, but the two must pretend they don’t notice. 

“Three TIE’s are on our tail.”

“What about hyperspeed? We can outrun them if your people repaired the ship.”

Lando throws a look over his shoulder, “I don’t know where we’re going! How can I punch in coordinates?”

Groaning, you turn towards the Nav computer, trying to think of any place that would work. Your mind is jumbled, thoughts running a million miles per minute. With shaking hands, you try and type in random coordinates, but they keep coming up invalid. 

Leia rushes in seconds later, the towel she was holding in her hand discarded to the chair next to you. The once cloudy skies turned to stars, the endless expanse of space welcoming you back. 

Pointing, Leia grumbles, “Star Destroyer.”

She turns towards the nav system while Lando steers away from the Star Destroyer. Touching your shoulder to gain your attention. Silent words are exchanged, and you back away, going back to stand between Lando and Chewie. Glancing down, you try to ignore all the muted alarms on the control panel, a new one appearing while Lando fiddles with more buttons and switches. When he switches a wrong one, you click your tongue and reach forwards, slapping his hand away to fix his mistake. 

“Just like old time- eh?”

Glaring, you almost slap him, “Shut up.”

Lando sighs, glancing back at Leia, “Ready for hyperspeed?”

“Yeah, if your people actually fixed it.”

A green light flickers to life next to Leia, and she nods, “The coordinates are set, it's now or never.”

“All right, Chewie. Punch it!”

Chewie reluctantly pulls back on the throttle. And you breathe a sigh of relief when you can hear the engine winding up. The relief is suddenly ripped away from you when the same sound of the engine dying fills the cabin, both Leia and Chewie looking at Lando, who sits in shock. 

“You’ve got to be kriffing kidding me!” you shout, grabbing Lando by the collar when the ship rattles again.

“You told us you fixed it! What happened, huh?!” You throw him back into his chair, storming out of the cockpit. You can hear Lando yelling, Chewie barking over him. 

In the main hold, you briefly glance at the two droids on the floor. R2 was slowly putting Threepio back together. Threepio was holding his own leg, watching you storm past before turning back to Chewie, who was hot on your heels. 

The Wookiee pulls the floor grates up, grabbing one of his tools and dropping into the floor. 

You stop at the system Threepio was hooked up to for what seemed like ages ago, staring at the blinking lights and switches, trying to think of some solution that would get you out of this. 

“Noisy brute, why don’t we just go into lightspeed?” You hear Threepio ask, R2 beeping a reply. Blocking them out, you turn to join Chewie. Dropping down, you shield your face when sparks fly from the panel. Chewie grumbles, and you grab another tool from his belt. 

“Tell me about it, yeah?”

The ship rocks, and Lando’s voice crackles over the coms, “Chewie!”

You and Chewie work around each other, trying to find what could be wrong with the Hyperdrive, but you couldn’t find anything. Anger filled your stomach, and when you slammed your wrench against the panel, sparks flew. 

“Why does this always happen?!” you yell, Chewie replying with a growl. 

Peering out of the trench, you watch R2 speed towards the control panel, beginning to work on a circuit board while Threepio stands off to the side, his leg in hand. 

“Artoo, come back here at once! You haven’t finished with me yet! You don’t know how to fix the hyperdrive! Chewbacca and Madam (Y/n) can do it. I’m here in pieces and you’re having delusions of grandeur!”

Shaking your head, you look back down. Suddenly, the hyperdrive engine roars back to life, the Falcon lurching into hyperspace so suddenly it throws you into Chewie, who was already leaning against the panel behind him. R2 screams as he’s thrown across the Main Hold, and Threepio is yelling in joy.

Pulling yourself out, you walk back to the cockpit, stopping when you see Luke laying back in your chair. Leia and Lando continue to look over the control panel, only glancing back to spare a soft smile. 

“Luke,” you speak softly, his attention turning to you. Standing, he makes his way over, his wounded arm cradled to his torso while the other reaches to rest on your chin.

“Are you all right?” He asks, eyebrows furrowed while looking you over. Scoffing, you grab his elbow, placing your other onto his bicep. 

“I should be asking you that, shouldn’t you be resting? Here, I’ll take you back so you-”

“I’d rather be up here with you guys, I’ll be okay.”

There's a certain look to him you can’t quite place, masked by the tired eyes and slumped shoulders.

“Let’s talk in the Main Hold. Lando, Leia join us when you’re ready.” You slowly help Luke back into the Main Hold, Chewie closing up the floor grate while R2 finishes up Threepio. Settling down next to Luke, you finally breathe a sigh of relief. 

“You know,” Luke says softly, his gaze flickering to you, “you said we’d talk- when we saw each other again.”

Laughing softly, you pinch the bridge of your nose before looking at him, tilting your head. 

“I’d rather wait until you’re in a medbay, again, being looked after so you don't die.”

Scoffing softly, Luke’s head rests against the cushions, “I’m fine-”

Chewie begins barking and growling, Lando scoffing under his breath as he enters the Main Hold. When you look up, you see Leia perched on the engineering station, looking over you and Luke. Tilting your head, you raise an eyebrow, but she waves you off. 

“Han?” Lando’s voice is loud, “Go after Han Solo? We can’t go after him!”

R2 rolls over, bumping into Luke’s leg, but he doesn’t move, just groans softly under his breath while his eyes close. 

“Maybe you forgot already, Chewbacca, but Boba Fett has Han.”

Chewie replies, but Lando seems to get more heated. He throws an arm out, eyebrows furrowed as he looks up at the Wookiee. 

“Honestly, we’re lucky he got away-”

You scoff, “We’re the lucky ones? What a nice thing to say, Lando.”

“Fett’s flying Slave One- Maybe, maybe we could’ve caught him before he went to lightspeed- I mean, this is the Millennium Falcon.”

He pauses, shrugging his shoulders, “but then what? Blast him out of the sky? Iffy- and even if we pulled it off, that’d be the end of our old buddy Han.”

Growling, Chewie pushes Lando, getting into his face. He seems to understand him, holding his hands in surrender, “okay, okay, your old buddy. He was my friend too, though, back in the day.”

“Key word, ‘was’,” you grumble, crossing your arms. Luke tilts his head, confusion crossing his tired features before looking back at Lando and Chewie. 

“We all saw you make your choice, Lando.” Leia says sternly. Lando turns to her, huffing, “so did you, princess. We missed our chance to get Boba Fett because you guys,” he throws a hand your way, “decided to go back to Cloud City for him.”

“Hey! Watch yourself, I’ll make Chewie throw you out the top hatch.”

He ignores you, still facing Leia, “what makes him so important to everyone?”

“His name is Luke Skywalker, Lando. He destroyed the Dead Star.” Her voice is softer, uncrossing her arms to place them on her hips. There's a moment of silence, Lando humming before turning to look at Luke, “Huh. No wonder Darth Vader wanted him so badly.”

“Maker,” you mumble, rubbing your eyes harshly. 

“Look,” Lando sighs, “we all lost a lot today. You lost a friend, I lost an entire city. Lotta people I care about back on Bespin, you know.”

Threepio waddles into the room, his arms raised, “I lost my arms and legs! I was blown apart!”

You all look at him, and he looks at each one of you before bowing his head, “well, for a bit anyways.”

“Listen, this isn’t a total disaster, Han is my friend, and we’ll get him back. After all, we can’t catch Boba Fett now, but Chewie and I know where he’s gonna take Han, right?”

There's an unsettling churn to your stomach, making you shift in your seat.

“Oh dear,” Threepio starts, “To Jabba the Hutt? Oh, he will certainly murder Captain Solo the first chance he gets!”

Glaring at Threepio, you almost jump when Luke’s hand touches your arm. His voice is filled with confusion, “Han? Where is Han? What are you guys talking about?”

The lump from before forms in your throat again, and you can’t bring yourself to explain the events that happened. You didn’t want to, not yet, at least. Leia walks over, giving you a sympathetic smile while tucking her knee under her when sitting down next to him. She grabs his arm, just above the cuff. 

“Darth Vader used Han to test the carbonite chamber, he wanted to use it on you, Luke,” she lets him take in the information for a second before continuing, “He’s still alive but frozen, suspended. Vader gave him to a bounty hunter. Boba Fett.”

Sitting up, Luke’s hand falls from your arm, gripping the couch tightly, “No, no. I was-” he shakes his head, “I think I saw them, Leia- I was right there-”

His voice slowly becomes more frantic, trying to push himself off the couch, “We have to go after him, Leia, we have to-”

You inch forwards, helping him sit back down. 

“We will, Luke,” you say softly, “it won't be easy, but we’ll find Han.”

Leia cuts in, concerned, “what about you? You haven't told us what happened.”

He glances at both of you before looking down at his knees, eyebrows furrowing, “I reached out to bed with the force. He didn’t,” he looks at you, defeated, “He didn’t answer me.”

His hand shakes, moving to grip onto your knee. He rubs the material of your jumpsuit with his fingers, shaking his head. He looked broken, face pale and eyes tired. The blood was cleaned from his face, the bruise slowly fading from the bacta Leia must have applied. 

You grab his hand, “He will, Luke.”

“And if he doesn't,” Leia’s voice is soft, smiling small as she looks at him, “you’ll find your own path, You’re strong.”

She says something under her breath, but you can’t hear her. 

Standing, she turns back to the others, who were looking over the engineering station. 

“Maybe we can’t save Han, not yet.”

“What?” maybe you didn’t hear her right. 

“We can save everyone else. Chewie, set a course to return to the Rebel fleet, Artoo will give you the coordinates.”

Whistling, Chewie bends down to pat the top of the droid. Lando, pushing away from the engineering station, stands tall in front of the princess. 

“Hey, now. The Empire is looking for this ship, and we know damn well they’re hunting the Rebel fleet too. How about we just find a nice quiet spot and wait for the heat to die down a little? I have places we can go. Gal on Nar Shaddaa owed me a favor.”

Frowning, Leia tilts her head. Finally standing, you let go of Luke's hand, “I'm sure she does, Calrissian. But you’re not the Captain, are you? Last I checked, Han was. I doubt he’d trust you with her now, you’d probably be the last person on that very small list. Don’t forget- you betrayed us to the Empire.”

“Oh, come on. I had Darth Vader breathing down my neck, and I still got you all out of there. I should get some credit for that!”

“Credit? For helping others? Gosh,” you say sarcastically, clapping your hands, “do you want a medal? How about we stop everything and have a whole celebration!”

“I’m commandeering this ship for the Rebel fleet, which means you don’t have a say in where it goes,” Leia says, glaring at Lando. He scoffs, looking between the both of you before holding his hands up in surrender. 

“Chewie, (Y/n), I'm sure Mon Mothma and the others are wondering where we are.”

Lando followed as you made your way to the cockpit once more. While Chewie was punching in the codes from R2, you sat in your seat, pulling up the radar and deflector shields. They wouldn’t be online until you dropped from lightspeed, but it was best to have the grids up now. Leia sat in Hans’ chair, lightly touching the arms before flipping switches in preparation for the drop. Lando sat behind her, watching as she checked over the now silent alarms. 

Chewie barks, the green light on the nav computer flickering on. Sitting down in his seat, he grabs onto the hyperdrive, slowly lowering it. 

The Mid-Rim. Rendezvous point Delta-Three. It was located near a star, right between the Vosch Cluster and the trading worlds of Caldra Prime and Caldra Tertius. The rendezvous point had been discovered, the entire fleet being surrounded by the Empire. Squadrons were being chased by TIE’s, others chasing them. The large capital ships were the closest to the star, furthest from the four Star Destroyers that blocked their way out. 

Turning on the radar, you cringe at the amount of bogies, quickly turning on the deflector shields as Chewie steered away from incoming fire. 

Leia slides on one of the coms, connecting into the Rebel link, “This is Leia Organa in the Millennium Falcon, how can we help?”

A voice comes through not long after, voice distressed, “Glad to hear your voice, Princess, but the Imperials have us locked up pretty good. They just called away some of the TIEs, but we’re still getting hit hard from the Capital Ships. We can’t get past their blockade to jump to lightspeed.”

“Okay. We’ll find a way to help. Be ready to move the moment you see an opportunity- you’ll want to head to the next fallback point. Don’t give up hope.” 

“Acknowledged. I’m not sure what you can do, but- May the Force be with you.”

Sliding off the headset, Leia looks out at the fight. 

“Chewie, we have to make a hole in that Cordon big enough to escape.”

Lando scoffs, “Make a hole? We should escape! I count four Star Destroyers out there! You know me, I believe in the cause, but this is suicide! We gotta run, live to fight another day!”

Laughing, you shake your head, “the cause? Oh boy, you’re funny!”

Barking, Chewie steers the Falcon sharply, the radar blaring with multiple TIE’s.

“We’ve got company-”

“How nice, all those TIE fighters, just for us.”

Shaking her head, Leia glares at him, standing from the chair, “stop complaining and help, Lando. I’ll get to the guns.”

She runs from the cockpit, and Lando tries to sit down in her seat, but Chewie growls a warning.

“Chewie, you need to let me pilot. You remember how good I used to be at flying? I’m better now!”

Leaning forwards, you lightly touch his shoulder, “I don’t want him here either, but it's our best chance while I’m on the shields.”

“Just trying to survive here, pal. If I pull anything funny, you can rip my arms off.”

Growling, Chewie points to the chair, Lando smiling briefly before sitting down. He slides on the headset, looking around the controls before nodding. 

“How are we even gonna do this?” Lando asks, “if those Rebel Frigates can’t make a dent in the Empire's ships, how are we supposed to?”

Flak hits the ship, and you check the internal damage, “use the missiles, you idiot.”

“Missiles? The Falcon doesn’t have missiles!”

Chewie barks, flipping another switch. Leaning back in the chair, Lando watches him, “whoa, two ST2 launchers? What the hell were you guys doing with my ship that made you install that much firepower?”

“Your ship?” You snap, glaring. He only smiles, “anyways, yeah, eight missiles, that’ll pack a punch. But even if they all land, they won’t take out a Star Destroyer.”

Barking and growling, Chewie doesn't even spare him a glance. You didn't even notice R2 and Threepio enter the cockpit until you heard his voice. 

“Master Chewbacca suggests that we don't actually need to destroy an entire vessel, merely the gun emplacements on one of the light cruisers. If this succeeds, the integrity of the Cordon will be reduced, and-”

“I understand Shyriiwook, Goldie. I get the idea, doesn’t mean it ain’t crazy.”

“Don’t talk to him like that! Not everyone is so grandiose like you and can understand Chewie.”

Lando frowns, looking at you and Chewie. 

“Spending so much time with Han changed you guys, you used to be so rational-”

The control panel goes up in sparks, alarms beginning to ring as you try and assess the damage. Looking around, you find your com underneath Chewie’s seat, plugging it in, you slide it on. 

“That blast almost cooked us, Leia, Fore shields took a huge hit.”

“You guys need to get a little better at shooting down these ties or this big heroic rescue of yours will be over right quick” Lando cuts in. 

“Lando, we got it!”

“What do you mean ‘We’” You ask, looking at Lando with furrowed eyebrows. He points to the control panel, a small light indicating both turrets were in use. 

“Luke’s on the other gun-”

“Why is he on the other gun?!”

“I'm fine!” Luke's voice cuts in, sounding more energetic, “just hard to do this only one-”

He cuts himself off, and you take off the com, not wanting to hear anything else. Another alarm starts blaring, and you stand from your chair to look over the control panel, flipping another switch to direct more power to the front shields. 

“This ain’t good at all.” Lando grumbles, trying to dodge more flak that hits the front.

“I thought everything was amazing,” you say, smiling, “I was just about to say we should dock and get something to drink!”

Chewie barks, and you get back into your seat, turning to look at the radar. When suddenly, the engines of the incoming TIE’s seem to explode, like each pilot was intentionally running into each other. 

“What the-”

“What’s to understand, princess?” Lando barks into the com, “take the luck you get! Shoot them!”

“We’re coming up on the Cordon,” You get up form your seat again, looking out. The Cordon was quickly coming closer, its guns already firing at the Falcon. Lando steers closer, hands over the missile release, “Leia, Luke, make sure you’re strapped in down there. We’re making our attack run.”

“Kriff,” you curse, turning to make sure the coordinates to the fallback point were set. Not seeing the input, you turn to find R2 already making his way over. Bending down, you open a small panel connecting to the Nav system, and watch as he connects in. His head spins, and in moments the small green light turns on. 

You can feel the missiles fly from the Falcon, and you think you can hear when they hit their target. Chewie roars, pulling back on the steering. Lando turns, “Are we ready for lightspeed?”

“Ready- hit it when you’re ready.”

Lando smiles, “hit it Chewie! I can’t believe this actually worked!”

The backup rendezvous Point Gamma-Nine was located just outside of a milky way. What was left of the fleet at the previous rendezvous point was here. The Falcon was docked on The Redemption, and when you finally stepped foot off of it, Luke was out of your sight. You didn’t know where he went, but R2 was rolling after him. You hoped he was heading towards a medbay, but with the way his eyes were downcast, eyebrows knit tight, and how his shoulders were tense, you knew he was going somewhere to deal with everything that happened. 

Leia guided you and the others to the control room, the two leading officers from The Redemption already waiting. 

“Chewbacca, for the time being, don't let Lando out of your sight.” The commander says, leaning his elbows onto the center console. His gray hair was slicked back, and he had a long beard. Chewie barks in agreement, and Lando holds his hands out. 

“Hey now, I just saved every damn ship here!”

You lean against the wall, rubbing your eyes. Your back was starting to hurt from the day, and your side was beginning to throb again. Fatigue begins to settle in your neck, and you close your eyes, still listening in. 

“Only because we didn’t let you run away,” Leia retorts, “you’re a question, Lando Calrissian. And until we know the answer, consider yourself a guest to the Rebellion.”

“There's another question too.” She turns back to the other commanders, “how did the Imperials find you? When the fleet scattered after Hoth, the rally points were top secret.”

The other leader, a man who had dark skin and a goatee, spoke up, “they didn't find us Leia. We initiated our scheduled contact with another cell- Eighth Division, out near Malastare. Not long after, they reported that the Imperials found them too. Nothing since.”

You try to make sense of what they were talking about, but Threepio beat you to it.

“If I may, Princess Leia- the odds of two cells of the Rebel fleet being found simultaneously are approximately fourteen point five billion to one. The much more likely scenario is that the Imperials have somehow found a way to-”

Leia cuts him off, “Break our codes.”

The older leader, with the gray hair and full beard, speaks with a gravelly voice. 

“If that’s true, it means the moment any Rebel cell communicates with another, the Imperials can pinpoint the location of both groups.”

He sighs, and you can hear him move around. Finally opening your eyes, you watch as Leia begins tapping her foot.

“Must be what happened to us,” he continued, one hand on his hip, “and it's what happened to eight. And we can’t warn the other cells or tell them to switch codes, because as soon as we do-”

“They’ll get attacked, and so will we,” she finishes. 

Pushing off of the wall, you stand beside her, looking down at the unused control panel.

“Hell, for all you know, it's already happened. All those other cells might have sent out their little messages, and the Empire could have swung right in, mopped ‘em up. Hell, for all you know, you might be the only ones left.” Lando sighs.

You shake your head, “this might be the entire Rebellion right here.”

The two leaders leave not long after, and you don’t recall the reason they give. You’re too busy listening to Lando and Leia argue back and forth. You’ve taken your spot back on the wall, leaning your head against it with closed eyes. Your head was starting to pound, and you can’t recall the last time you ate or drank anything.

There's a small touch to your shoulder, and when you turn, Luke is there. He looks more defeated than before, eyes sad and bloodshot. Smirking, you reach up to tap his hand.

“Where’ve you been? Started to make me worried.”

He shrugs, voice hushed “just had to be alone for a little.”

“Everything all right?” 

“You can trust me!” Lando shouts, making you and Luke jump. 

“Can I?” Leia responds. 

“No need to be rude, Leia. I’m trying to do you a favor.” Walking past you, Lando waves her off, “I don't get the hostility. I mean, if I'm trying to pull something- what's my angle? Han’s my friend too, whether you believe it or not. But if you don't want my help- don't want to see your handsome rascal again- fine by me.”

She sighs, turning to face him once more, “Lando. Okay, you can go. Take the Millennium Falcon, we can spare it for a little while. I have to stay here to try to find a way to save the Rebel fleet. But if you think you can learn something from your contacts on Tatooine about whether Boba Fett’s brought Han to Jabba yet-”

“I know I can, Princess. I’ll find out if Jabba has Solo. If he doesn’t, I'll look for leads on Fett. It’ll work. I got friends all over that dust bowl.”

Luke tilts his head, letting go of your shoulder, “you say that like it's a good thing, Calrissian.”

Lando has that smirk on his face again, “oh definitely, Luke. Definitely. I can learn things none of you can. Even Chewbacca. I love the big guy, but he doesn’t speak basic. On Tatooine, communication problems get you killed.”

“I’m aware. I grew up there,” Luke deadpans. 

“Well,” Leia cuts back in, “Chewie’s still going with you. He’ll take you to Tatooine, and he’ll bring you right back. Right, Chewie? You’ll keep Lando flying straight? And if he tries anything, you’ll-” Chewie cuts her off with a roar.

Pushing off the wall, you ignore the pain in your back, “I’m going with him.”

They turn to look at you, then Lando laughs, “No, you’re not.”

“You really think I’m going to let you dictate that? I know that hellscape like the back of my hand, I think I know a lot more people than you-”

“That’s exactly why you can’t go, (Y/n),” Leia says softly, eyes shining with regret. 

Scoffing, you turn to look at her, eyebrows furrowing, “you’re serious?”

“If both you and Chewbacca go, word might get out that you’re back on the planet. Jabba will try anything to have both you and Solo hanging pretty on his wall-”

“Okay!” you shout, silencing Lando, “so what do you want me to do, sit pretty and wait for you to find him?”

“Yes. You have to trust me, second.”

Glaring, you bite the inside of your cheek. Luke touches your lower back, standing next to you, “If Jabba does have Han, let me know. We can Rendezvous at the Jundt Massif, not far from the palace. I know that region, so I can help.”

Lando shakes his head, “Jabba the Hutt ain’t the Death Star, Luke. He needs a subtle touch. And I hate to be blunt, but you’ve only got one hand.”

“I don’t need two hands Lando, I’ve got The Force,” Luke raises his wounded arm, seemingly glaring at the cuff. Lando nods his head once, not believing him, “Uh-huh. Let’s hope so. Because if Boba Fett’s already sold Han to Jabba, it’ll make a rescue mission just about impossible.”

“Getting him out of that palace alive?” Lando smiles softly, “It’d take a miracle. Come on Chewie, time to fly!”

The two talk back and forth as they leave, and you sigh heavily. Leia’s fingers tap against her chin, and Luke watches Lando and Chewie go as well. 

“Can we trust him?” He asks softly, looking at Leia. 

She shrugs, “only if we know he’s going after something he wants. That’s why I sent Chewie.”

“He’s not wrong,” you speak up, motioning down to Luke’s arm, “you should get your hand fixed.”

Leia sighs, “there's a medical bay a few decks down-”

“I know, Leia. I already talked to the surgical droid, they can make me a replacement. But, I haven’t been feeling like myself lately, not since Bespin. I’m not sure getting a new hand would help.”

She gently grabs his arm, “don't worry, Luke. No matter what happens, you’ll always be you.” 

Leia leaves after that, most likely going to follow up with other officers. You stay behind with Luke for a little while longer. He’s looking down at his missing hand, eyebrows furrowed. Stepping closer, you tilt your head to grab his attention. 

“She’s right, you know.”

“About what?” He asks, shoulders slouching. He looks at you with defeated eyes and a broken soul, trying desperately to ground himself back into reality by looking at you. Smiling, you reach out and tap the underside of his chin. The corner of his mouth twitches, but none of it reaches his eyes.

“You’ll always be Luke Skywalker.”

He sighs, “and what about you?”

“What do you mean?”

“What am I to you?”

You take a minute, thinking of what to say. You remember your last conversation on Hoth, how Leia kissed him, how he looked like the happiest man in the world after she fled the room. You also remember the short conversation you had with Leia on the Falcon, and the way Luke was desperate to talk to you in the hangar back on Hoth. You weren’t ready to talk about everything, but you came to understand your feelings when you saw him broken and beaten. When he clung to you and whimpered in pain, how he whispered your name like a prayer only meant for The Force to hear. 

You were in love with Luke Skywalker, and for once your heart sings his name without being shunned into silence by your naïve mind. 

“You’re a man who always does the right thing, no matter what anybody tells you.”

He breathes deeply, breaking eye contact to look down at his hand again, seemingly falling back into the thoughts that cloud his mind.

“Common,” you clear your throat, stepping away from him, “let's get you to the bed bay, yeah?”

Leia joins you when Luke is out of surgery, right by his bedside while you're standing at the large bay windows that overlook the rest of the fleet, Lando’s voice crackles through the com in his hand. 

“Luke, we’re ready for take off.”

“Good luck, Lando.” Luke’s voice is more full of life than it was, the med-droid that was working on his arm worked quickly. Leia, already back in her crisp white dress, hair tied tightly into a low bun, stood next to him, watching over the droids work intently. 

“When we find Jabba the Hutt and the bounty hunter, we’ll contact you.”

Threepio and R2 join you at the bay window, silently watching along with you. 

“I’ll meet you at the rendezvous point on Tatooine.”

“Princess, (Y/n), we’ll find Han.”

You ignore him, clenching your jaw while crossing your arms. You wanted to go, deep down you knew if you pressed harder, you would be in the Falcon too. You’d find Han faster than Lando, but you knew it would be a big risk going to Tatooine when you were wanted as well. Albeit not as much as Han, you’d still be a prize to Jabba. 

“Chewie, I’ll be waiting for your signal.” Luke says, you can hear the faint smile in his voice. 

Chewie wails over the com, and Luke laughs, “Take care, you two. May the Force be with you.”

Leia lightly touches your shoulder, smiling when you turn to her. Luke yelps once, the droid mechanically apologizing before you can hear him shuffle on the bed, his body sliding in between yours and Leia’s, his arm resting around your waist. His smile was light, and when he turns to Leia, she returns it. His hand tightens around you, and his other slides around Leia’s shoulders, pulling the both of you closer. 

You watch as the Falcon begins to fly off, and you raise your hand, giving it a two finger salute just as it jumps into hyperspace. You would find Han, it would just take more time. 

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⭐Fanfiction⭐

Glitch’s Masterlist - OC Masterlist by @techs-stitches

Masterlist of OC Glitch x Tech

In More Ways Than One (NSFW) The Bad Batch x F Reader by @madameminor

A night out with the Batch almost turns into a bar brawl, until your quick thinking sets up the perfect cover. Then your squad starts thinking it doesn't have to stay a cover. Sharing is caring, after all.

Fireworks - Hound x F Reader by @imarvelatthestars

Reader meets Hound after her massiff makes a run for it. Will romance blossom?

Dance With Me - Echo x Reader by @kaminocasey

You're cleaning the ship, listening to music, and Echo gets an idea.

Dominoes AO3 Link - by @meridiansdominoes

Domino squad wakes up to find themselves back on Kamino, hours from taking their final test... except they remember passing the final test, and they each remember dying afterwards, too.

Ghosts of Coruscan AO3 Link by numphet on AO3

Padmé Amidala, a former senator of the fallen Republic, barely survived the childbirth. After her recovery, she suffered from partial memory loss and was led to believe that the Emperor's mysterious enforcer, Darth Vader, killed her husband on Mustafar. Eight years later, she has joined the aspiring Rebel Alliance and volunteered to take part in a high-risk operation, only to be captured and thrown into an Imperial prison. To hide her true identity and protect her children from the Empire's wrath, she is forced to use a little too predictable alias.

Doc’s Febuwhump Series - The Bad Batch x OC by @staycalmandhugaclone

Fem Medic OC fic series with all the Batchers

Nightsky (NSFW) Echo x F Reader x Rex by @rain-on-kamino

Just back from a mission, The Bad Batch is unexpectedly visited by Rex. So you just have to wait a little longer to lay down with your love Echo. Or? Maybe this is the opportunity to try something new. Especially since the handsome captain obviously has a crush on you, too.

In Need (NSFW) Hunter x Jedi F Reader by @wanderer-six

While travelling with the Bad Batch, you find yourself overwhelmed by a certain need. Unable to deal with it, you try to wait it out in hopes it will pass. But you come to find that your arousal has been unintentionally torturing your poor sergeant.

Positions (NSFW) Cody x F Reader x Rex by @kaminocasey

Rex invites Cody out to 79s, only because they have bigger plans for you tonight.

Water and Rock (NSFW) Obi Wan x F Reader by @split-spectrum

When your former master Obi Wan joins you on a mission, it's clear things aren't the same as they once were. The trials you face together may break your bond, or turn it into something else entirely.

Hunter x F Reader by @freesia-writes with bonus spicy Hunter fanart by @verndusk and a smutty part 2 by @spicy-clones. Phew! Clone Matchmaking AU Masterlist by @tcwmatchmakingau

The Clone Wars have ended, and with their legal status secured, the clone troopers look to the future, to the things they never thought they would be able to have. Homes. Families. Love. But without the support systems and social structures available to natborns, many troopers have difficulty finding meaningful connections. Enter Right to Love Matchmaking Service: a not-for-profit organization dedicated to helping clone troopers find the loves of their lives.

Sharp Edges (NSFW) Crosshair x Reader by @spicy-clones & @lightwise

What started off as self-indulgent Crosshair smut has evolved into a fully-developed fic, with plot, character development, twists and turns, angst, yearning, and plenty of delicious *spice*. ;)

⭐Artwork⭐

Wrecker and Reader Cuddles (plus Lula!) by @madbunnyarts

Bo Katan Comic by @projectorthus for @bokatanweek

Celebrating Anakin's Birthday by @stealingpotatoes

They Call Themselves...The Bad Batch by @shyranno

Alpha 17 and Captain Rex by @cobaltbeam

Sexy Tech Fanart by @raevulsix

Crosshair Back on The Marauder by @zaana

Awesome Graphics by @idontgetanysleep

Fixing TBB S2 Finale by @lightspringrain

[mirastark]

Overcoming Fears

Darth Vader x Reader

Chapter Eleven

-Hey guys, sorry for the wait lol, been swamped with school and stuff and a massive writers block on top of that. So anyway enjoy.

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Two days had passed, and you had finally received your assignments… or just when to be ready to leave for Hoth- It was a start. You and Perseus had planned to pack a weeks worth of uniforms into a very small duffel bag. No one knew how long you would be there- and really, neither did the Sith…

That Hoth Facility held the best Medics of the Galaxy. Besides the Tie Fighter accident, the Emperor had practically destroyed Lord Mira’s leg. Terra couldn’t help her, but they could.

Your boss decided to show up today, and made it his mission to aggravate you as much as he possibly could. You were tired almost all day. When you could finally leave you practically ran out of the office and to your room. Quickly showering and jumping into bed. It was hardly a few minutes before you were dead alseep. You knew you had to leave tomorrow and had to finish packing, but at this point you decided to figure it out later.

Only hours later you heard faint knocking from down the hall. Half asleep you listened to the knocking continue until the door opened. Relived the noise had been eliminated, you drifted back to sleep. Suddenly the door to your room slid open, the bright light of the hallway beamed into the room and onto your face. You groaned, rolling over towards the wall, attempting to hide from the light.

“Get up, we’re leaving.” A voice called demandingly from the doorway. You rolled back over, propping yourself up on your elbow, squinting towards the door at the figure leaning against it. “I said get up, and hurry.” Mira spoke as your eyes finally adjusted to the light. She was dressed more comfortably than normal. She had simple black robes instead of her chest plate. Only one of her sabers hung from her belt. Her cloak still hung over her arms, and white bandages wrapped tightly around her wounded leg.

“What’s going on?” You groaned, sliding out of bed.

“We are leaving for Hoth. There is a time difference and we are on a tight schedule. Lord Vader is already waiting on the ship.” She turned, pushing herself off the doorframe, “Get ready, I’m walking Perseus to the bay.” She took a step, her knee bending down to a kneel in response to the pain of her leg. She grasped the other side of the door frame, quickly pushing herself back up. “or maybe he’ll walk me-“ she mumbled unintelligibly, limping back down the hall.

You gathered the last of your things, stuffing them in your small bag. Mira arrived back to your room just when you had finished. She held onto the door frame just as always, keeping the pressure off of her leg. She had been using the force to walk to make sure she didn’t injure herself further.

“Okay,” you said, slinging your bag over your shoulder and turning back to the Sith, “I wouldn’t want to keep you and Lord Vader waiting, so I am ready.” She starred silently at you for a moment as a grin overtook her lips. “Wh- what is it?” You asked, confused at her expression.

“I don’t think the Generals on Hoth will think very highly of you wearing Pajamas as a new Uniform…” she laughed. You glanced down, remembering you had not changed into your uniform yet. Wow you were tired.

“Oh,” you chuckled, “right- I’ll uh, change then.”

She nodded, smiling again, as she turned back to the hallway, shutting the door through the force for you. Embarrassed, you quickly changed into a uniform from your bag. Ironically, it turned out to be the same blood stained uniform she had marked a few days earlier after the “Stormtrooper Explosion.” You stepped back out the door, turning back to the pad to lock it before you left. Mira leaned against the wall on the opposite side of the door, in between you and Perseus’.

“Boots, General.” She chuckled right before you could lock the door. You glanced down once again. Yep, still in socks. You dropped the bag at your side, sighing as you walked back inside, sliding on your boots next to the door. You were positive you had everything now, and if not, she would notice. You stepped back out the door, locking it behind you. The Sith stepped off the wall as you grabbed your bag, following her down the hall.

As you entered the docking bay, you could hear the low hum of the shuttle’s engine, echoed through the silent bay as it prepared to take off. Side by side, the two of you climbed the ramp. When you reached the top, she grabbed a handle next to a control panel. Perseus and Terra were already seated across from each other in the small cabin. You stepped to a seat, one away from Perseus, slinging your bag in the cargo slot overhead. Mira pressed a button on the pad, which pulled the ramp back up, locking it into place just as you sat down. She stepped back over the ramp, taking the place of the hole in the floor, sitting down in the Co-Pilot seat next to Vader.

“Alright, let’s go-“ Mira sighed, glancing up to Vader. After pressing a few buttons, and returning his hand to the control wheel, within moments you were in the atmosphere, flying at the speed of light.

The journey was quiet, besides the occasional low chatting of the Sith. Curious, and mainly bored, you decided to work up enough courage to listen to their conversation, the best you could of course. You did not wish to be caught, or sensed, no one eavesdropping on Sith would.

“The Emperor will be meeting us at the facility once we arrive.” You could hear Lord Vader announce, a few moments later.

“What!?” Lord Mira exclaimed, louder than her original tone, standing next to her seat, gazing down at Vader, hardly visible to you anymore.

“You are not supposed to put much pressure on your leg, sit down.”

“You don’t even have legs, don’t tell me to sit down.” Mira snapped. You forced your laugh back down, only letting a fairly loud exhale escape.

“Sit down,” He repeated, his voice, loud and stern, “or you may loose a leg.” She scoffed, slowly sitting back in her seat, her eyes still fixed to his mask.

“He is the reason this has happened, why is he still involving himself?” She motioned to her leg, and the beginning and end of the scar over her eye. Her voice was calmer now, and more controlled.

“Would you rather he finish what he began?” Vader questioned, “You were not the only one harmed for the General’s incompetence.”

‘Was that where the scars on his chest plate came from?’ You thought to yourself. ‘And the one across Mira’s eye?’

Vader and Mira’s conversation continued unintelligible to you anymore. Almost half an hour later the ship shifted as it existed hyperspace. The large, white planet appeared ahead of its course. Entering the atmosphere, the ship lowered into the hangar of the large facility.

Mira, followed by Lord Vader, entered the seating room that you, Perseus, and Terra were in just as the ship landed. The ramp extended into the snow as the hatch of the hanger closed overhead. The three of you gathered your things, quickly following the sith out and down the rows of awaiting snow troopers. Mira walked carefully on Vader’s right side. It was freezing. You hated it and assumed Mira did also as she was somehow limping quicker than Vader’s powerful strides. Most likely trying to hurry this interaction so she could get out of the cold.

Eventually they reached the Emperor and his red-armour guards. You, Perseus and Terra did your best to kept your distance as they spoke. Not being able to hear very much of their conversation so you couldn’t be accused of eavesdropping.

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“Master” Mira bowed briefly along with Vader.

“Greetings, Lord Mira…” the emperor responded, practically ignoring Vader, “I hope your trip and extra individuals have not caused you any inconvenience.”

“They have not, Master.” Her voice was low, and her stance seemed uneasy. She was obviously uncomfortable and anxious.

“Good…” he replied, sensing her discomfort, yet choosing to ignore it. “Lord Vader, will you escort our Lord Mira inside..”

“Yes, Master.” Vader replied before swiftly guiding Mira around the Emperor’s guards and into the facility.

The older man stepped slightly forward, toward your misplaced group.

“General L/n… the reason we were summoned to this dreadful place.” he spoke. You had now concluded everyone here despised Hoth and the cold. He continued, sensing your confusion, “Your original strategies caused Lord Mira to loose a majority of her troops. She was then blamed by Lord Vader for your mistake…”

“I apologise my Lord, I am still unsure of what caused that.” You replied quickly. His tone along with his bright yellow eyes could intimidate anyone, especially you.

“Now is too late for apologise. Lord Vader has already informed you you will be learning from a General with less fatal mistakes than you have. We expect your skills, and those of your companions to improve on this visit.” The Emperor waved his hand to his guards as he spoke.

After bowing to the emperor, and excusing your group, the three of you hurried into the facility. As you all warmed yourself in the heat of the hallway, a mouse droid delivered Holopads to you all, which consisted of your assignments for the next few days.

Terra then left you and Perseus to go find the medical bay. As you two wandered the halls, passing numerous other generals and troopers along the way, you tried to act as if you knew where you were going. The holopad included a map of the facility which was very handy for you to use. Other officers and generals there had much different uniforms than you. Theirs was designed to keep its wearer warm in the frigid temperatures. While yours kept you cooler in the heat of Mustafar, which was the complete opposite of what you needed.

After quickly touring the facility, you and Perseus met Terra to find your rooms. Conveniently, the three were directly next to each other in the corner of the living quarters. The rooms were as large as a suite in a lodging cabin, much larger than your room on Mustafar. These consisted of a large bathroom, less cramped than the other, a bigger bed, and a small kitchen area in the far corner.

The three of you felt luxurious as you got ready for bed that night, and ready to tackle the day tomorrow.

[scaryscarecrows]

What little things did the squad pick up about the Knight? Like I know he’s commander Brick Wall (you shall know nothing about me), but like, you can’t spend years around someone and know nothing.

Little moments where the squad sees humanity. I can’t phrase it or explain, but like, little things about Jason as a person, that they noticed from his behaviors as Arkham Knight. Not like, trauma things, but like. “He seemed judgmental when he saw (insert character) eating (x), he must hate (x).” Or little things picked out of what he’s said that tell harmless bits of his past, or… idk.

Just snippets of the squad seeing a bit of humanity peeking out from under the Knight.

Trent: Yeah, so you know those kids who decide that the severed head from Michael's is their new teddy bear? That's the boss with little kids. Grown men jump screaming out the window to get away from him, but kindergartners? They wanna be picked up.

Frank: He's a decent mechanic. Can't drive for shit, but someone taught him how to fix a car.

Jimmy: I thought I'd gotten a helluva concussion the first time I heard him make a Darth Vader reference. It never did get less funny. Twitter, though? He does not get.

Mark: He knows a lot more than a Red Cross class will teach you. Not medical school more, but still.

Riley: At least someone here has decent music taste. Mark, buddy, it is not you.

Antoine: It took me about three months to figure out that he's just awkward as shit. That's it. That's all. 90% of the Scary Commander Thing is literally him being a deer in the headlights.

[vanishedangels]

Castles on the sand

Blame it on the storm Sequel

Summary: After the storm that brought them together ended, rebel pilot Luke Skywalker and bounty hunter Din Djarin started a long-distance relationship. It gets more and more complicated when they realize they're developing deep feelings for each other.

Pairing: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker

Characters: Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin, Leia Organa, Han Solo, Wedge Antilles, Xi'an (Star Wars), R2-D2, Paz Vizsla, Yoda, Grogu.

Rating: Mature (+18)

Tags: Canon Divergence (AU), Long-distance Relationship, Post A New Hope (Star Wars), Fluff and Angst, Protective Din Djarin, Tumblr Prompts.

Chapters: 3/3

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Part 2 of Wonderwall series

Excerpt:

He parted his lips a little "Din?" He asked with a sigh, not believing his eyes. After all, Dagobah was a strange place, where he already has fought against a vision of Darth Vader that looked real, very real. Was this another ghost from his past? Was Din really there? "Are you real?" He asked trembling.

The mandalorian raised his hands as in surrender nodding slowly "Luke? Cyare?" He asked walking slowly towards him. When Din was inches apart of him, Luke blinked back tears still shuddering and he huffed resting his chin on Din's pauldron, breathing heavily.

Din wrapped his arms around Luke's waist "Yes, cyare, I'm really here."

Chapter 3: Blast from the past

Tatooine appeared before his eyes like a ghost from the past, childhood memories tinged with sadness and even regret.

Luke swore he would never come back to his home world the day he decided to leave, that was two years ago, but even when it was painful, he couldn't leave Din behind.

He mingled with the crowd wearing his civilian clothes again, he knew where to look to get what he needed to search for Din in the vastness of Tatooine desert. Mos Eisley was still the atrocious town that Luke remembered so well, he thought back to the first time he talked to Din, how he was throwing out words as he usually did when he was nervous, and how Din soothed him by telling him that he was worthy of a place like Mos Eisley if he hit the floor at least once even when somebody ended the fight for him, and it flooded his soul with a wave of despair. Din. His fingers clutched the satchel hanging from his shoulder and then pulled it over his head, handing it to the tradeswoman before him. She took the satchel and opened it looking inside, her round face lit up as she whistled, she looked up at the blonde's face.

"Sir, what can I do for you?" She asked him.

Luke leaned his hands on the counter "I need a X-34 landspeeder and fill it with supplies... You know, edibles, milk and a medical kit. I'm racing against the clock, so you better hurry up." He said with a blank expression.

The woman pouted peeping into the satchel one more time, raising her eyebrows "Kriff, sir, for these credits you're gonna get what you want faster than the speed of light." She nodded "Gimme ten minutes." Luke couldn't believe it, that was indeed faster than he was expecting, he frowned incredulous staring at her. "Or maybe five?" She asked pulling a face.

Luke nodded.

He stood by the X-34 while the woman and her two kids were packing the provisions, the landspeeder looked as ramshackle as the one he owned when he was living in his uncle's moisture farm, he shook off those memories as he was trying to focus on Din.

"All settled, sir." The woman said gesturing at the landspeeder "She's a little rusted but I promise I kept it in good shape, the engine works just fine." Luke nodded at her realizing that the woman was selling him her own transportation, fortunately he brought all his savings in that satchel.

He held the steering wheel tight, pressing his lips together, thinking back to the last time he drove his own landspeeder, then he closed his eyes, trying to reach out through the force, to find Din, he only did it once before and that time he canalized the force in a way that everything became clear, he blew up the Death Star guided by the force then, this time shouldn't be different.

Please, love, show me the way.

He breathed out frowning, opening his eyes slowly, igniting the machine, he shivered when his prayers were answered, an indiscernible pull was invading his whole being. He traveled across the desert for hours until his heart started throbbing in his chest and he knew he was close. He slowed down the speed, seeking, searching around when he finally spotted a glint at the foot of a dune. He stopped the engine and jumped off the landspeeder running towards the dune, when he was closer he could perceive what was the cause of that glint between the dust, the twin suns light reflecting on a mandalorian's shiny beskar. Luke got down on his knees clutching the mandalorian's pauldron, the man was half buried in the sand, Luke felt the way his eyes brimmed with tears as he rolled the man over to see the front of his helmet, the tears were falling down on the man's beskar as Luke sobbed, he drew his hand to the mandalorian's neck, trying to find his pulse. He didn't know he was holding his breath until he felt a weak but steady heartbeat against the pad of his fingers.

"Din..." He said under his breath, licking a salty tear at the corner of his lips.

The mandalorian groaned writhing "Luke?" His voice came out faint but Luke smiled relieved through the tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Tell me, are you injured?" He asked as his hands roamed over Din's legs, arms and stomach until he felt something warm against his fingers. Din groaned again, Luke's eyes went round when he realized that there was a small cut on his flight suit, right under his left ribs, and he stared at his fingers, they were stained with Din's blood.

He looked at Din's visor "Where else?" Din shook his head. "Your head?" Luke insisted.

"No, cyar'ika, my head is fine." He said levering himself up onto his elbows "How did you find me? What-what are you doing here?"

Luke hauled him to his feet and a weak whine came from inside his helmet "Doesn't matter now. I need to treat that wound." He said passing Din's arm around his own neck and grabbing him by his waist, walking him to the landspeeder. They managed to get Din inside the cockpit, Luke looked around frowning.

"We're in the Western Dune Sea." He muttered, he looked at Din again "We're close to Jundland Wastes."

Din shrugged pressing his hand against his injured ribs.

"I think I know a place where I can clean your wound, Din." He said jumping into the speeder "I'll take you there."

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Ben Kenobi's hut looked oddly uninhabited, it was like the time had stopped the day Luke and Ben left Tatooine, unfortunately in Ben's case, for good.

Luke helped Din to lie down on a table, carefully, as he was leaving the medical kit on a chair, the dust covering everything around them.

"Din, no one is coming here, look at this place, it's been unoccupied for two years now, please, babe, I need you to remove your chest plate." He pleaded soothing his hand on Din's arm.

Din stared at him and then he nodded. Luke was very focused on Din's wound, he took care of it tenderly, finally putting a bacta patch over before admiring Din's skin, he hesitantly touched his chest and Din drew his hand forward, placing it atop Luke's. He nodded again at Luke, the blonde nodded back and leaned forward resting his face on his man's chest, listening to his heartbeat, feeling Din's chest raising and falling, he was alive, he was safe, and he was there, beneath Luke. The blonde pressed a kiss on his chest before pulling back as he stroked his skin, he smiled softly.

"Thank you, cyar'ika. I owe you one."

No, you don't.

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"How did you find me, mesh'la?" Din asked resting his forearms on the table.

Luke frowned realizing that, again, he couldn't say the truth, he swallowed hard "Paz Vizsla told me you were here."

Din didn't say a word, he looked frozen and Luke looked down avoiding his visor.

"You've been to Nevarro?"

Luke nodded.

"Still, how did you find me here? Tatooine is huge." Din insisted.

"A hunch, I guess." He shrugged hating himself for lying to his man.

Din grabbed Luke's glass of blue milk "You even brought provisions."

Busted.

"Okay, Din, I was planning on persuade you to spend some time with me here once I found you." What a despicable liar. He sighed staring at his visor "And when I found you you were badly hurt. I'm glad I came here." More lies, he always knew he would find Din hurt, or even worse. He couldn't avoid the subject anymore "Alright, I came here because I was worried about you, three weeks Din, can you blame me?"

"I understand, but I'm a bounty hunter, Luke." He shook his head slowly "I crashed my ship and my com broke, I made a deal with a mechanic, his son needed to cross the Western Dune Sea, so I escorted him, in the meantime his father was repairing my ship. When I was going back to Mos Eisley some mercenaries attacked me, a blaster shot hit my speeder bike and when I was on the floor they approached me." He sighed as Luke was holding his breath boring into his visor. "Don't worry, I killed them but, ah, before that, one of them stabbed me and, the speeder bike was unusable, I walked then, walked for hours until I collapsed, I think. Bleeding."

By the time Din ended his story Luke's lower lip was trembling.

"I still can't believe you found me, cyar'ika." Din added offering his hand to him over the table, Luke nodded, grabbing Din's gloved hand and squeezed it. Now, with Din sitting across from him, he considered how would it feel to lose him for good and his heart sank, he intertwined their fingers sighing deeply. Din was so special, he never asked further, letting Luke have his own way, by telling him half-truths, maybe because Din was being secretive about some aspects of his life as well.

~

After he wrapped a sleepy Din in a blanket, Luke left the hut, staying in his late Master's home was affecting him deeply, he's been feeling a tightness in his chest since the moment he was sure Din was out of danger. He sat behind the hut, his forearms propped on his knees, he looked down, touching the sand, he thought back to a particular morning when he was a child, around ten years old, his uncle Owen was teaching him how to repair the auxiliary generator, the sand was getting inside the system and his uncle was cursing under his breath, little Luke was pressing his lips together holding back a laugh, his uncle looked at him and huffed. When they were walking towards the farm his uncle looked at the horizon, he frowned and then looked at Luke "Yes, the sand can be treacherous, Luke, but remember one thing, you should respect it. You should never build a castle on the sand, build a small house, the one you can call home, with a solid foundation that will keep it stable and secure, is the same with life, son, don't you ever forget about that."

And boy, he didn't forget it. He didn't notice he was holding a handful of sand, he let the grains run through his fingers. Was he building castles on the sand? Was he building a relationship with Din on a fragile base? Was love enough? He looked up, staring at the twin suns going down, just like the last evening he spent on Tatooine, the last time he stood outside his childhood house as a farm boy, he thought about his uncle and his aunt, and how he never saw them again after that day and tears shimmered in his eyes. He gasped through tears when he felt a soft touch on his back. Din was sitting beside him with some difficulty, Luke rested his hand on Din's knee in silence, he started crying heavily, not taking his eyes off the suns. Din soothed his hand on his back "It's okay, cyare, I'm here. Let it out." Luke nodded as the binary sunset was leaving the sky. "Let it out."

That night while Luke was dozing off, Din wrapped one arm around him from behind, he caressed Luke's chest softly, Luke was wearing his blindfold, Din wasn't wearing his helmet. He pressed a kiss on Luke's blonde hair and whispered "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, cyare." Luke hummed half asleep. "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, Luke." Din said again, but this time Luke was already asleep.

~

As the months passed it became more difficult to synchronize their schedules, nevertheless the times they could spend together it was like they were the only two people in the galaxy. Din started to show himself more vulnerable since Tatooine, he even started to remove some pieces of his armour to snuggle up with Luke under their warm blankets, the first time it was one of his pauldrons, Luke rested his face against his shoulder hardly believing it, even through the thick fabric of the flight suit the blonde could feel his lover's warmth and he rewarded him with kisses and whispering sweet nothings against Din's ear.

Luke was heading towards the meeting room, smiling at every person on his way, he was radiant, knowing that his man was waiting for him. Yes. His man was on Hoth again and he couldn't wait to be alone with him in the intimacy of their home. Luke widened his eyes when he realized he was considering the Razor Crest his home, their home. He smiled shyly looking up, his eyes meeting Din's helmet and then he frowned noticing that Leia and Han were talking to him. Something was definitely off. Din looked tense and Leia's face was irradiating frustration, that was new. Din's visor was on him, then he looked back at Leia and nodded, walking towards the blonde and when he was close to Luke he pressed their foreheads together, his gloved hand caressing the nape of Luke's neck.

The mandalorian pulled back a little "I'm waiting for you, cyar'ika." His visor fixed on Luke's eyes. He withdrew his hand from him and walked away from Luke, leaving him alone and slightly befuddled.

"We need to talk, Luke." Leia tilted her head inviting him to come close to her. Luke obliged shifting his gaze between her and Han Solo.

"What is it?" He asked leaning his backside against a table staring at his friend's face.

"Din gave us some information, Vader hired a bounty hunter, his target is the rebel that blew up the Death Star." She narrowed her eyes boring into Luke's, a cold wave invaded Luke's body at once.

The blonde's heart skipped a beat, he swallowed through the lump in his throat "Din would never." He stated feeling tears prickling at the corner of his eyes.

"I know that." She said shaking her head slowly "Still, it's too risky, we're not hiring him anymore, we're not working with Din from now on."

"What?" Luke's face contorted leaning forward.

"We're not receiving people outside the alliance anymore, I won't ask you to stop seeing him off world of course, I'm just asking you to be cautious, Luke."

"Cautious?" Luke was infuriated by Leia's words.

"Yeah, kid, what if one of his buddies followed him and found us?" Solo crossed his arms over his chest trying to catch his eyes making Luke stare at his face. "Besides, he is a bounty hunter, and there's a high price for your head."

Luke was fuming, knowing exactly what Han was implying "I said he would never do such a thing." He said through gritted teeth.

"How do you know?" Han shrugged "I don't trust him." He added cocking his eyebrows.

"Well, I do trust him." Luke said leaning back like trying to put some space between him and his friends, he was suddenly feeling attacked by them and his heart was breaking into pieces "You don't know him."

"Oh, and you do?" Han nodded pressing his lips together "You know what? Screwing the man from time to time doesn't mean you know him."

"Fuck you, Han." Luke said feeling his throat going tight as he was leaving the room, curling his hands into fists, he couldn't wrap his head around his friend's hurtful comment. That was what Han thought about them? How could Han underestimate their relationship, when he knew for sure that Luke was in love with Din?

When he walked inside the Razor Crest he came to a halt the moment his eyes met Din's visor. The mandalorian was standing there, still, not making a move, he looked expectant. Luke walked towards him finally encircling his waist with his arms, hiding his face in his neck.

"You're not coming back home anymore." The blonde said under his breath. Din soothed his hands on his back humming. He pulled back to stare at his visor, his eyes glistening "I don't know when I'm gonna see you again, Din."

Din nodded "I know. They asked you to stop seeing me, right?"

"No." Luke answered frowning resting his hands on the man's chest plate "They didn't, they won't hire you anymore but I'm free to see you wherever I want."

The mandalorian tilted his head "Are you okay with that?"

"Din." Luke said reassuringly, stroking his chest plate.

"I mean we're not seeing each other quite often, are you okay with that?"

Luke thought about what Din was trying to say, it was true, they were lucky if they found a moment to meet somewhere else lately. No, he wasn't okay with that. Then, an idea popped up in his mind, he smiled as his eyes went round "Oh! I've got it!" He nodded enthusiastically "Join us! Be part of the rebel alliance, Din!"

"Cyar'ika..." Din said running his hands down and placing them on Luke's small back.

"Yes! You can be one of us, you're a terrific pilot and you know about weapons and you're covered in beskar, you're a warrior, you're perfect! They would kill to have a member like you, I mean it." Luke kept staring at Din's visor.

"Luke." The man said under his breath.

"You won't need to worry about credits anymore, you're gonna get a weekly income, you can still provide for your people and you won't be chasing the next job, this is so good Din, and I can see you every day. It's perfect." Luke's eyes were glistening but not with sadness anymore, hope was taking him over.

"Luke." Din said again and the blonde smiled. "This is not the way. I'm a bounty hunter, I'm my people's beroya. My tribe is where I belong to." Luke's smile dwindling slowly. "The empire, the Old Republic, the Core Words, they've got nothing to do with my people, my tribe. Please, don't ask me that." He added cupping Luke's face "I'm sorry, cyare."

A castle on the sand, Luke thought, maybe he was acting like a selfish man, but he wanted to build their relationship on a solid foundation, apparently Din didn't want the same. He snorted out a laugh, trying to hide that he was heartbroken "Alright Din, you're right."

"Please understand." Din pressed his helmet against his forehead "I can't, but I would go anywhere to see you, cyare, you won't get rid of me even if you wanted to." He chuckled rubbing Luke's cheeks with his hands. "You don't know how much you mean to me."

Then show me.

Luke didn't say a word instead but deep down he was desperate to hear Din saying it, to know how much he meant to him, maybe his mandalorian was lying and maybe he didn't love Luke back. He drew in a sharp inhale holding Din tight, at least today you're still mine.

~

The rebel alliance was losing the battle. The Death Squadron discovered the base on Hoth and Luke and the rest of his squadron fought back giving the rest of the base personnel the chance to evacuate the place and leave the planet before Darth Vader could even set a foot in the facilities. Luke was lying on the snow, face down when he heard the sound of his friends' ships flying away, he looked up to the sky holding his breath. Home was now a distant concept and his stomach twisted at the idea. In the midst of despair Luke could hear his late Master's voice calling for him.

"Ben?" Luke asked astonished seeing his Master's apparition, he looked like a ghost, a blue glow surrounding his form.

"You will go to the Dagobah system. There you will learn from Yoda, the Jedi Master who instructed me."

Luke narrowed his eyes, he looked around. Why was his late Master appearing for the first time now? He frowned realizing that the rebellion was now weaker, and leaving them behind to train in the ways of the force wasn't a choice but an obligation. It could only make them stronger. He accepted his fate that day, he left Hoth to go to a place he had never heard about before. R2-D2 was his only companion, he stared at the blurry stars before his eyes, he thought about Din, he clutched his com device and thought about communicate with him, then he frowned realizing that his man would ask a lot of questions and he couldn't answer them, his mouth twitched not saying the words he was supposed to say and he turned his comlink off.

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On Dagobah Luke learned about his own limitations, his fears, as well as his own strength. Master Yoda was a wise Jedi, the last of them and the most powerful. He was small, tiny if you want, with green skin and big eyes and big ears, he had never met a member of his species until then, and he was old as time. Luke felt a little intimidated by him, his little Master was pushing him to places he wouldn't go by himself.

And the planet was something else entirely, so different from his old Tatooine. Dagobah was hot and humid, Yoda's hut was surrounded by swamps and caves, the constant fog made it mysterious and the green forest was an evidence that this was an unexplored terrain. It was also one of the purest places in the galaxy within the force.

After several weeks of strenuous training Luke left Yoda in his hut and walked to the swamp, he sat near the shore looping his arms around his legs, he sighed staring at his sunken X-Wing, every day his ship was sinking more and more into the muddy waters. Was he doomed to stay there for the rest of his life? He looked over his shoulder staring at Artoo, the little droid shut himself down to conserve power as he usually did. He rubbed his sweaty cheek against his shoulder and then he stood up, his gray tank top was plastered on his skin, he brushed his damp hair off his eyes with his fingers, sighing, walking into the jungle, thinking about the future, his new path and his people. Yes, his people, and that included Din.

After a couple of hours he was walking back to Yoda's hut when he heard a sound coming from behind, the sound of a twig breaking, and he turned around drawing his blaster out but when he could finally see the person before him he froze as his heart leapt in his chest.

He parted his lips a little "Din?" He asked with a sigh, not believing his eyes. After all, Dagobah was a strange place, where he already has fought against a vision of Darth Vader that looked real, very real. Was this another ghost from his past? Was Din really there? "Are you real?" He asked trembling.

The mandalorian raised his hands as in surrender nodding slowly "Luke? Cyare?" He asked walking slowly towards him. When Din was inches apart of him, Luke blinked back tears still shuddering and he huffed resting his chin on Din's pauldron, breathing heavily.

Din wrapped his arms around Luke's waist "Yes, cyare, I'm really here." He said under his breath rubbing his helmet against Luke's temple making the blonde groan. When they pulled back Din's eyes behind his visor were taking him in, he sighed as his hands were still holding Luke in place, like an anchor, as always. He moved his hands to caress Luke's sweating arms as Luke was cupping his helmet in his hands.

"What are you doing here? How-how did you find me?" The blonde asked pressing his forehead against Din's.

Din groaned "I'm a bounty hunter, remember?"

How could I forget?

Luke didn't answer.

"I'm sorry, I was worried. Your comlink didn't work and I couldn't com Organa for obvious reasons, I needed to find you." He sighed still pressing their foreheads together "What are you doing here, cyare?" They pulled away.

"I'm on a mission." Luke muttered not able to tell Din the real reason. He frowned realizing that he has been hiding his abilities from Din for three years now. "A secret mission." He added.

Then he considered that if Din could find him there, then any other bounty hunter could find him as well and he swallowed hard. He shook his head thinking that this was Din, he was the best of his kind and there was a strong bond between them as well. Still, Din's mere presence on Dagobah could put not only Yoda but also Din himself in danger. What if someone is following Din? What if someone is already here while we're talking? He looked over his shoulder worried about his Master's safety, then he looked at Din again.

"Din, I'm sorry, it's too dangerous, you can't stay here." He said and his voice cracked a little.

The mandalorian nodded "I understand, but I'm only leaving if you tell me that nothing is wrong and you're here of your own free will." He stated and the blonde nodded.

"I am, Din." He blinked grabbing Din's hand and squeezing it reassuringly.

"Alright." Din looked at his face while Luke was letting his hand go, something uneasy settled heavily in Luke's gut the moment he took two steps back. He knew what was coming. "Can I com you?" The mandalorian asked.

"It's dangerous. And I'm-" Luke wetted his bottom lip with his tongue "I need time to complete my mission." He said and his heart was throbbing in his chest as he was blinking back tears.

"How long will it take?" Din asked shrugging and Luke pursed his lips avoiding his gaze "A month?" He added, Luke shook his head.

"I don't know, Din." He managed to say as he could feel his pulse pounding in his ears.

"A year?" Din insisted.

Luke looked at his visor with his eyes brimming with tears "I don't know." He said again and this time his voice broke choked with emotion.

Din didn't say anything, he didn't move for a while but then he nodded "Alright." He looked at Luke like he was trying to know by heart every single detail about him "You know where to find me." He added after a long silence and he turned around slowly as Luke's chest heaved and his breath was coming uneven staring at the distant form of the mandalorian when he was walking away. How could he make Din wait for him when he didn't know if he could come back to him? When he didn't know if the empire would chase Din through the galaxy only because he was the man he loved. No. This was Luke's destiny, to be the last of his kind, if he wanted to give Din and his friends a chance he had to sacrifice everything except them, and that day Luke sacrificed his happiness. He sat down against a tree, legs crossed, with one arm hooked around a still turned off Artoo and he cried his heart out for hours until his Master appeared before him, with his little hands on the handle of his cane. Luke stared at him through tears and his Master nodded, Luke hated himself but he stood up wiping his cheeks with his fingers, knowing he would never be the same man after that day.

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Chandrila's main city, Hanna, was now Leia's home, Luke was resting his backside on the balcony railing, his blue eyes focused on his brother-in-law and his nephew playing on the living room floor, they looked so happy, that sight made Luke smile. Then he frowned turning around, staring at the city, the sunset looked breathtaking, something stirred inside him, thinking back to Tatooine binary sunset and the last time he contemplated it, glimpses of the man that was beside him that last time. He was lost in thought when Leia's hand caressed his upper arm softly, he looked at her face smiling a little not realizing his eyes were glistening with tears.

"What is it, Luke?" His sister asked, it was new to them, being brother and sister. When they learned they were twins, Luke couldn't help but think about Din, the only person that looked at them and could decipher the real nature of Luke and Leia's bond. Leia looked at her husband and his baby son and she smiled tenderly "Are you thinking about him?" She looked at Luke again.

Luke shook his head pressing his lips together, then he pressed a kiss on her forehead "I'm going home, sister." He smiled back at her.

Him.

He didn't need to ask who was Leia referring to, he knew quite well. And home? His rented apartment in Hanna wasn't his home, Luke blinked thinking that he didn't have a place he could call home. Not anymore.

That night he was tossing and turning and he sat up on the mattress coated in sweat when he felt something reaching him through the force. It was a child in pain, scared and confused. How could a child channel the force all by himself like that? Then it became clearer, the child was calling for him, asking to be trained, he wanted to learn about the force to protect a beloved one, a man that took care of him, a man that he saw as a father and Luke's heart was pounding against his ribs. When their connection ended he could still feel the kid through the force, he was drinking a glass of water in the kitchen when he felt the terror the young boy was facing when he was kidnapped before his keeper's eyes.

He left his apartment immediately, clipping his lightsaber to his belt and heading to his X-Wing. Artoo was waiting for him inside the droid compartment. He sighed already sitting inside the cockpit, he nodded realizing that this was the reason why he chose this path, he gave up on everything to be a Jedi Master and if that meant that he could be this child's only hope then it was worthwhile.

~

The bridge's doors of the light cruiser slid open, Luke stepped in extinguishing his lightsaber, he removed his hood to reveal his face and his heart gave an extra beat when his eyes met a mandalorian's visor. The man in beskar flinched and Luke started to think that this wasn't just a random mandalorian, this was indeed Din?

"Luke?" The mandalorian asked shifting his weight from one foot to the other "Luke?" He said again but Luke couldn't articulate words. "Are you a Jedi?" The mandalorian asked finally and he sounded desperate.

The Jedi tried to hide how uneasy he was feeling and the way his chest tightened, but deep down he was as scared as a little kid and his heart was throbbing uncontrollably "I am." He managed to say.

He was grateful he couldn't see Din's face because he wouldn't bear the sight of those brown eyes when Din would finally become aware of Luke's betrayal.

Luke's heart broke when Din told him that they had lost everything and how he put the child in danger looking for a Jedi all over the galaxy. He could have prevented that only by being honest with the man he loved when they were on Hoth, when everything was new and the sky was the limit, but now in front of a tired and defeated Din Djarin he could only feel remorseful and full of self-loathing.

He didn't know how he managed to get through the entire encounter, he was holding his breath until he left the bridge with the little child in his arms, but he did it. He was still shaken by meeting Din under such circumstances.

When he was inside his X-Wing cockpit he couldn't stop thinking about Din's despair, and staring down at little Grogu nesting in his arms he touched the baby's robes realizing that this child had been going through a rough patch and his stomach clenched caressing the kid's worn-out clothes. He sighed blinking, thinking about Din's suffering trying to protect the little force-user against the imperial remnants, still powerful and ruthless, and he shed a tear holding the baby closer.

He remembered the way his fingers trembled when he was giving Din his coordinates, he shook his head. Only time will tell if Din could forgive him, even when Luke couldn't forgive himself. He blinked back tears, not sure if he could face the mandalorian when the time came, nevertheless the man was now in his life again. He sighed feeling exhausted but full of hope at the same time. He was determined to make amends to Din, he would be waiting for him wearing his heart on his sleeve. After seeing him again Luke couldn't fool himself, he realized that he still had a soft spot for Din.

He had to be strong even when his soul was aching.

Get back up Luke, always get back up.

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Never Forgotten //Vader x F!Reader / Ch 1

(A/N, hiii! I’ve never written before but the awesome @dokoni-mo and other anons on the page encouraged me to give it a shot. sorry abt grammar lollll i was better at science than english. i honestly have no idea what i’m doing loll, but all i know is i love vader and i love the community on here! thank you guys for being here!)

You and Anakin grew up together on Tatooine. Once the time came, he continued on to become a jedi knight while you became a medic. Years later you are once again reunited, only he is no longer the boy you knew on Tatooine. He is now Darth Vader, feared with lord. Was this a cruel trick of time? or was it your destiny all along.

Warnings: slavery, mentions of broken bones, terrible punctuation

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The bright suns adorning Tatooine’s warm sky served as your morning alarm. With a yawn you got up and got ready to head to the junkyard to assist your “employer” Watto. You grabbed your small backpack full of bandages and other first aid equipment, usually there would be some incident where someone would need patching up and you were the only one who seemed to actively care. You didn’t really know how you ended up on Tatooine, orphaned, and working for a low life junk dealer. What you did know was the only thing keeping you going were the Skywalkers, Watto’s slaves.

You arrived at Watto’s depot and surveyed the area for your Watto’s youngest slave, Anakin. Searching around the sand covered scraps you finally found him crouched over, collecting bolts in a small sack. Quietly creeping up on him you pounced onto his back.

“Ahhh” he shouted

“Hey Ani! What’s up?” You asked

“The suns, duh” he retorted

Rolling your eyes you told him that’s not what you meant. He responded with a small smirk.

“Where’s Watto?” You asked

“Out, I guess, I think he went to make a trade the next town over”

Nodding, thank the stars, Watto made you feel as if you needed to take a bath every time you ran into him, but he was the only one interested in a “free child” when you were found. Most wondered why he didn’t just make you a slave, but in his own weird way he felt bad for you (odd coming from him). So he allowed you a room in his junk yard and the title of “service apprentice”, though in reality you were just a glorified slave.

Tugging on your arm, Anakin pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Come on, lets go back to my house, I wanna fix up my droid”

Upon arriving at Mos Espa’s slave quarters, you saw Shmi, Anakin’s mother, cleaning machinery outside of their house.

“ Mom! I found the rest of the parts!” Ani exclaimed

Shmi turned with a smile, “That’s wonderful darling! I see you brought back someone else too! How are you today F/N?”

“I’m doing great since Watto’s gone”

She bent down to your height and winked “me too”

She walked inside and you smiled, turning to follow Anakin. Abruptly you were stopped by a child’s cry. Though you were only a child yourself, you felt the obligation to help everyone. You ran over to a girl, only a few years younger than you and held her cheek.

“What happened?”

Through her sobs she managed to say she tumbled over something on the stairs. She told you her parents were with their master so she was all alone.

“Ok, it looks like you may have broken your ankle, I need to look at it, to see for sure. This might hurt, so just hold onto me, ok?”

She nodded with tears in her eyes. Slowly you lifted her pant leg, she flinched and tightened her grip on you. Getting a better look at the leg of saw it was in fact broken, and there was a large scrape on her small knee. Sighing, you took out some bandages and ointment from your bag. You dabbed at the scrape and placed the healing ointment on it. As for the leg, you looked around and found a small stick that you created a makeshift brace with. After wrapping her leg you gave her something to numb the pain.

“It’s gonna be ok, your mommy will be back soon, alright?”

You placed her on your back and brought her into the Skywalker’s house. Shmi noticed the other child and rushed over to you.

“What happened?!”

You handed the toddler over to her and explained, she thanked you for looking out for the kid.

“ Thank you F/N, You are so responsible, I just know you will do great things”

You smiled and walked outside to locate your friend. Abruptly Anakin grabbed your hand, your eyes widened as he was almost nose to nose with you.

“Come on, I want you to be the first to see R2!”

He wanted to show you?

First?

You blushed a bit and squeaked out an “ok”. Roundish the corner you saw the can shaped droid and smiled. Ani really was a talented mechanic.

“F/N this is R2! And R2 this is my best friend F/N”

R2 blinked and beeped at you, laughing as you waved back.

“Wow Ani! This is awesome! You’re so smart!”

He smiled, “thanks F/N, but I’m not the one healing people, that’s all you.”

He noticed.

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Later that evening the suns were beginning to set and Watto was back. He, Shmi, Anakin, and you were in the corridor of Watto’s shop. Shmi cleaned the new trade he brought back, Anakin organized some inventory, you made Watto’s food, while Watto watched you three work.

“Ouch!” Anakin cut himself on a jagged scrap. Before his mother could even turn and react, you were by his side taking care to disinfect it.

Shmi watched tenderly at the scene before her, in her heart she wished for you two to stay by each other's side.

“Look at you two, I can already hear the wedding bells”

You and Anakin looked up at her

“Ewww, gross mom”

You laughed along but deep down you wanted her implication to come true. From his chair Watto let out a wheezy laugh, drinking from his bowl

“If those two get married they better stay working for me. We’ve got a mechanic and a medic, one who can cook at that, heh”

The three of you awkwardly laughed along. Continuing with your respective tasks you couldn’t help but feel down at Anakin’s response, “eww”? You felt your heart sink as you played that over and over.

Little did you know he was replaying your laugh in his head.

“I was gonna just agree, but she laughed at the idea. I guess I was wrong about her feelings…”

He decided not to dwell on the interaction. At least you were still here with him, even if not in that way.

Weeks later some strangers walked into the junkyard two men in odd robes and one girl, looking only a few years older than you. You were going to greet Anakin as he walked in, but he didn't see you. Instead he shifted his focus on the other girl.

“Are you an angel?”

Your heart fell.

“what?” She asked

“An angel, I heard the deep space pilots talk of them. They are the most beautiful creatures in the universe”

You felt like crying, you were there when he overheard the pilots, you discussed what angels would look like with him. What hurt more was that she did, she did look like one. How could you ever compare? __________________________________________

The men, known as Jedi, finally left with the girl, “Padme”. You felt as if a weight had been lifted off of your chest. You had Ani back, though he was different. He had a new passion about him. He had a purpose.

He explained to you that he would become a Jedi. He was the chosen one.

After the first few weeks he stopped bringing up that girl, much to your delight. You two became Ani and F/N again.

For the years leading up to Anakin’s departure to Coruscant you two became closer than ever, basically glued to each other's side. And with your growing bond, your feelings grew too. You loved Anakin. How could you not? You wished endlessly for some way to follow him down the path of the jedi, but you simply could not. Not only was your life set down a different path, Anakin would not allow you to follow him.

“This life is a dangerous one. I don’t think I would be able to bear it if something happened to you.”

He never outright said it, but you hoped this was his way of telling you he loved you. You were deeply saddened because you knew the ways of the Jedi from Ani’s explanations. There was no room for love or attachments in that world. Plus you figured you two would not see each other for many years once you went to study medicine and he went to train.

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Once the faithful day arrived you woke up bright and early to see Anakin off. You were there with R2, C-3PO, Shmi, and his new master, Obi-Wan Kenobi. He hugged his mother and said bye to his droids then came to you.

“Hey, don’t be sad F/N, we will meet again, I’ll make sure of it. And in the future I won't just be some boy from Tatooine. I will be Anakin Skywalker, the chosen Jedi knight, i'll be somebody.”

You clenched your jaw trying to keep your tears in. Looking into his eyes you jumped into his embrace.

“You already are somebody Ani”

You could feel him smile. You wanted to finally tell him your true feelings, but were stopped by an unknown force. You met Obi-Wan’s gaze, he looked at you as if to scold you. He saw how you two were, he saw your bond, he now needed you to let Anakin go. You closed your eyes and held him tighter. You finally let go and couldn’t help the tears streaming down your face. Anakin softly brushed away your tears and Shmi came over to hold your hand as she kissed her son’s head. Anakin pulled away and gave one last look before turning to board the ship.

You felt an intense feeling of dread. Deep down you knew this was the last time you would see your Anakin Skywalker.

Their ship took off and right away you turned on your heels and began your own departure. You were off to study methods of medicine throughout different systems. Anakin was not the only one with a big future and big obligations. You may not have lived with your loved ones as a child, but you wanted to do all in your power to make sure others could have a chance with theirs.

You were closing your bag when Shmi came over to you, she laid a loving hand on your shoulder

“I’m so proud of you. You and Anakin both have brought me so much joy I cannot begin to explain. My son will be protecting others and you will be healing them.”

Already emotional you melted into her arms. She brushed your hair with her worn hands.

“I know he never said it, but a mother always knows. He loved you too.”

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(A/N, thank you guys sm for reading!! don’t worry there will be actual vader in the next one!!)

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