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kaleidoscope1967eyes · 2 years ago

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Dark Prince Luke Thoughts™:

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Buckle up, this one's a long one!

Warnings: suggestive stuff at the end, but nothing descriptive

Your wedding was, to put it simply, extravagant. What else would you expect from the literal Crown Prince of the Galactic Empire?

Luke was initially against making the event of your marriage a spectacle for the entire galaxy to see; he would have preferred a small, private ceremony on Naboo with only your loved ones present.

Palpatine, however, had other plans. Not only would your wedding be a way to demonstrate the immense wealth of the Empire, it would also generate immense sympathy and support from the public.

Luke was without a doubt the galaxy's favorite bachelor--closely followed by the suave but scandalous Prince Han of Corellia--as well as the Empire's golden boy. By marrying a beloved member of the notoriously rebellious Alderaanian nobility, Luke would prove the unity of the galaxy under Imperial rule.

You and Luke were essentially engaged before you even had a chance to get to know each other. Palpatine had ordered for every eligible bachelorette from the galaxy's wealthiest and most powerful families to be presented to the young prince so he may choose a bride. Luke did not have a say in this, but he feared what would happen to the poor girls if he refused to take part, so he reluctantly agreed to it.

Choosing you was actually an act of rebellion. As a member of a lesser Alderaanian noble house, you were accompanying Leia as her aide, and neither of you truly wanted to be there. You weren't meant to be an option. When Luke held his hand out to you--not Leia, not any of the other princesses or heiresses, you--the galaxy stopped. This wasn't supposed to happen, but the look in his eyes told you it could.

Just because your marriage was arranged doesn't mean it was a loveless one--in fact, you were the power couple of the Empire. You were attracted to him the moment you first saw him in person, and you quickly fell for each other over the course of your wedding preparations.

Despite his mysterious exterior, he only ever treated you with kindness and respect--he was nothing like the entitled, spoiled prince you envisioned in your mind. You could tell there was light beneath the dark exterior the Empire forced upon him. He simultaneously respected your space while acknowledging your existence in a way that made you feel like you were more than just a 'lesser noblewoman.' And he was so, so, beautiful.

You were so genuine and real with him in a world where most people weren't. You didn't blindly worship or despise him--you treated him like a person, an equal. Because of this, he felt a strong desire to protect and cherish you, and as plans for the wedding were underway, he made sure you were treated like the beautiful, powerful princess you were meant to be.

You shuddered at the thought of just how much your outfit cost. Your hair was done up in elaborate braids decorated with pastel-colored flowers from your home planet. A tiara of pearls and diamonds encircling a corusca gem adorned the top of your head, and from it extended a veil of intricately woven Alderaanian lace. The dress itself was crafted from the galaxy's finest shimmershilk and embroidered with glimmering, crystal-encrusted designs. It hugged your figure beautifully, the skirt trailing elegantly behind you as you walked down the aisle.

Luke's outfit was equally as stunning: he wore a sleek black military uniform decorated with a crimson sash and various medals signifying his rank. A cape of cyrene silk draped across his shoulders, a reference to his Naboo heritage. As a final touch, a silver crown resembling rays of sunlight sat upon his head, reinforcing his almost deified status in the galaxy.

After over a year of planning, the time came for your wedding. It was the event of the century--every holonews station held countdowns to the day it would be broadcasted live. It felt like the entire galaxy was on the edge of its seat in anticipation.

The ceremony took place in the Senate Plaza as opposed to the Imperial Palace, as your marriage symbolized the unity of all nations, cultures, and planets under the influence of the Empire--even the rebellious ones.

Hundreds of thousands--if not millions--of spectators surrounded the venue, desperate to get even a glimpse of the royal couple. Security was tight due to fears of potential rebel interference. While there were handfuls of protestors in the crowd, nothing escalated beyond shouts of 'death to the Empire!'

As there had never been a royal wedding quite like yours in the recent history of the galaxy, there was no real precedent for how things were supposed to be, so the traditions you followed were amalgamations of ones from various cultures.

The two of you walked hand-in-hand down the aisle, followed by a procession of your family members and close friends: the Naberrie family behind Luke, and the Organa family behind you. Also present were Ahkelar and Arakhmil, his bodyguards; Sabé, his childhood governess; and Mon Mothma, your political mentor. The presence of your loved ones symbolized how your marriage would unite your two families--more importantly, assimilating them into the Imperial Family.

The premier Coruscanti philharmonic orchestra played a fusion of traditional Alderaanian and Naboo folk music as you made your way down the aisle, and onlookers cheered as they waved Imperial flags and showered you with flower petals.

When you reached the altar in front of the Senate Building, your entourage stopped to kneel behind you, and you and Luke turned to face each other, hands intertwined. The love in his eyes and gentle smile he gave you made your heart weep. Whatever your future as an Imperial Princess had in store, you would always find solace and comfort in him.

The officiant of the wedding ceremony was none other than the Emperor himself. You did your best to maintain your composure; his presence was absolutely sickening. Adjacent to him stood Darth Vader, the human incarnation of a shadow, if he truly even is human. Thankfully, you had your soon-to-be husband there to keep you focused and calm.

Palpatine began with a speech about the glory and righteousness of the Empire, how it brought together two people destined to rule the galaxy with the strength and power of their love. In typical Palpatine fashion, it was moving and captivating on the surface, but it was little more than thinly-veiled propaganda. His declarations of peace were merely metaphors for submission. The most obvious was how he spoke of a bride's devotion and duty to her husband, how she must remain obedient to him--a subtle but direct threat to the Alderaanians viewing the ceremony.

"Do you, Lady Y/N of Alderaan, pledge your life to Prince Luke of the Galactic Empire and take him to be your husband?"

"...I do."

"And do you, Prince Luke, Heir to House Palpatine and Crown Prince of the Galactic Empire, take Lady Y/N of Alderaan to be your bride?"

"I do."

Darth Vader stepped forward, presenting the rings that would cement your status within the Empire--by putting them on, you would exchange your freedom for limitless power. The rings had matching flamegems, glowing and pulsing with the heat of a miniature star. Taking your hand in his, Luke slipped the ring onto your finger, and you followed suite for him.

"May the two of you remain forever faithful to one another, and may you uphold the legacy of the Imperial Family with your benevolent leadership and a surfeit of children. With the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife, Prince and Princess Consort of the Galactic Empire."

Luke placed his hands on the side of your face, whispering 'I love you' and kissing you deeply. The crowed cheered even louder than they had before as you and Luke embraced each other.

The wedding ceremony was followed by an even more extravagant reception within the Senate Building. You and your new husband had changed into attire more suitable for engaging in the festivities: you wore a sultry evening gown with a plunging neckline and striking slit along the side, and Luke wore elegant, loose robes showing off his toned physique. It was near impossible for anyone to keep their eyes off you; you were without a doubt the most attractive couple the galaxy had ever known.

The party was filled with lively music, dancing, exquisite food and drink, and plenty of company. Prince Han was causing quite the riot. The two of you spent time socializing with your friends and families, but you also had many, many guests to greet and thank for attending. You met with dignitary after dignitary, spending more time making small talk with strangers than you did partying. In a rare instance of kindness, Vader insisted on taking over to let you enjoy the moment. The greetings stopped shortly after.

In spite of how reserved he usually was, Luke absolutely adored getting to show you off on the dance floor. You were his gorgeous bride, his beloved princess, his first and his only love--the one person he never had to worry about losing. The smile on your face and the sound of your laughter as he waltzed with you was enough to keep him happy for the rest of his life.

Representatives of every star system were responsible for presenting the royal couple with a wedding gift unique to the resources and cultures of their planets. Naboo had gifted a Guarlara mare and stallion named Veré and Set, whose names were taken from a famous folktale about eternal lovers. Aside from being exclusive symbols of nobility, Guarlaras mated for life and therefore represented true love; as you and Luke were avid lovers of animals, you were elated to receive such beautiful creatures.

Your adoptive aunt and uncle, Queen Breha and Viceroy Bail of Alderaan, presented you with a pair of droids who had served Padmé Amidala during the Clone Wars: R2-D2, an astromech droid, and C-3PO, a protocol droid. "They will serve you well on your new adventures as a married couple," Princess Leia told you. You understood what she meant--the droids were specially modified for untraceable, clandestine communication.

Much to your horror, Orn Free Taa of Ryloth presented you with an enslaved lethan twi'lek woman in what was to be the scandal of the century. You had no choice but to accept; not only would rejecting her create a rift between the economically important planet of Ryloth and the Empire, but it would have her thrown back into the treacherous slavery underworld. Luke ensured you and the woman, whose name was Yuna Dawani, that he would arrange to have her become a free and fully paid employee of the royal household.

The festivities lasted deep into the night, and by the end of it all, you were exhausted. However, that didn't stop you from enjoying your wedding night--as soon as you returned to your shared chambers, you relished in spending the rest of the night in each other's arms, passionately making love to one another.

#ugh that pic though 🥺#luke skywalker x reader #Dark Prince Luke Thoughts™#luke skywalker headcanon #luke skywalker imagine #luke skywalker x you #dark prince!luke x reader #emperor!luke x reader #luke skywalker x fem!reader #luke palpatine #the sins of the father #obligatory wedding imagine #reader is alderaanian #the vibes of this are meant to be like irl royal weddings (especially the super theatrical and live-broadcasted british ones)#corellia is still a monarchy and han is a prince (based on legends lore)#lowkey spoiling my fic but i gotta share my plan to make sure i actually end up writing it #happy late valentines day #we're using all the adjectives today #i'm just really trying to paint a visual picture but i realize it sounds super flowery and bad #i know the whole veil thing is very real life-y but in canon a bride wearing lace is part of alderaanian tradition #this is kind of all over the place but i just had to get all of my thoughts out ok #oops i forgot the image source (if you know please tell me)#maybe if i read more actual books my writing would be better 🤡#for context reader is an orphan & was fostered by the organa family (not fully adopted bc she's the heir to another house)#the wedding procession is lowkey based on traditional shinto weddings #i'm also going off of how the empire was blatantly sexist in legends #don't worry luke is a feminist ally ✊#idk how i'm going to incorporate this into my fic without just copying it directly 🤔 i might embellish it a little but that's it #luke skywalker smut #yuna ends up becoming an important character so i'm including her to make sure i remember about her

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sir-subpar · 2 years ago

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A Dibper Valentine's Day! (1)

Y'all have been asking for this for a while, so here we are! Below the cut!

Dib fidgeted with the tin foil that was wrapped around his present for Dipper. It would be their first Valentine's day together, and he was nervous.

He hoped Dipper would like it, it was a classic Valentine's day gift but he wouldn't know for sure until later.

…

"Thanks for the help Mabel," Dipper smiled as he and Mabel assorted the cookies they made nicely into a decorative Valentine's box.

The two sat next to each other at the kitchen table, Mabel "bedazzled" the cookies, passed them to Dipper, then he carefully placed them in the box.

Mabel crossed her arms in pride.

"Of course! My bro's finally got a boyfriend to spend a romantic day with!" She gave him a playful shove. "You think I'm gonna pass up on a chance to help you sweep Dib off his feet?"

"The kid's pretty gangly, a good round house to his ankles should make him tumble down no problem," Stan said, chuckling behind a newspaper.

"Stanley, please." Ford sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Stan rolled his eyes and laughed it off. "C'mon Sixer, I'm just kidding around. He's a good kid. You'd love him."

Mabel let out an exaggerated gasp. Squishing her own cheeks in excitement. Which resulted in her smearing frosting on her face.

"Oh that's right! Grunkle Ford hasn't met your boyfriend yet Dipper! You should invite him over tonight!"

"Yeah! Might as well let all the nerds of the house meet!" Stan laughed, slapping Mable and Dipper on the back.

"That's.. Not a bad idea. I'll ask him later."

…

Dipper waited in front of one of the shops in Gravity Falls. He and Dib agreed to meet here.

Sitting on a bench, he gently played with the ribbons that tied his gift shut.

Most Valentine's gifts were bursting with reds and pinks, but Mable decided that it'd be better to make it more "gothic". So, the box was a shade of off white, with cursive writing that read "Happy Valentines Day" in red ink, to give the illusion that it was written in blood. To top off the bloody aesthetic, Mabel drew little droplets of red to mimic blood spatter.

Finally, the ribbons tying the box shut were silky black, which simmered slightly in the light.

He had to hand it to Mabel, this was pretty cool.

A shift of weight to his right pulled him from his thoughts. His startled eyes locked with familiar yellow ones.

"Dib!" He exclaimed, and threw his arms around his Boyfriend.

Dib took a second, as he usually did, to hug Dipper back. He didn't mind, he knew Dib was still unfamiliar with physical affection.

They pulled away from the hug, eyes meeting once again.

"Hey Dipper! I didn't keep you waiting long, did I?" Dib queried.

Dipper shook his head.

"No, I just got her a few minutes ago. You're good."

"Okay good. I was worried I was going to be late, I'm still memorizing the layout of this place." Dib scratched his cheek.

Suddenly his eyes widened and he jolted a bit.

"Oh! Uh-!" His eyes darted around briefly before he turned away from Dipper briefly to grab the gift behind him.

He handed his foil-covered present to Dipper.

"Happy Valentine's Day!"

Dipper was surprised by the size, and the weight, to be honest. The bottom of the foil tray felt warm to the touch.

Curious, he rested it on his lap, and carefully unwrapped the foil. With minimal tearing, he uncovered the present inside.

Dipper blinked in surprise.

It was a turkey. Fully cooked and golden brown, seasoned like a holiday dinner.

Dipper wasn't very experienced with Valentine's gifts, especially from dates, but this was definitely the least expected gift he'd ever gotten on "the day of love".

"You're uh.. Not allergic, are you? I should've asked, sorry." Dib's nervous questions brought Dipper back to reality.

"No! No! It's great, thank you. I was just surprised, that's all." He gave a reassuring smile. "It smells amazing, did you cook this?"

"Yeah! I wanted to make you something special…" Dib's pale cheeks adopted a blush as red dusted his features.

"So did I," Dipper reached to his left, he gripped the box, and handed it to Dib. "Happy Valentine's Day!"

Dib looked at the box wide-eyed. "Wow, this is pretty."

Dipper chuckled, "Yeah, Mabel helped me decorate it."

"She has a real knack for this stuff, doesn't she?"

Dipper snorted. "Yeah, it's all fun and games till you get glitter stuck in your eyes thanks to her sparkle bombs."

Dib cringes at the thought. "Ugh, I don't want to be a part of that, thanks." The two teens laughed.

Dip pulled apart the ribbon and opened the box.

Now it was Dib's turn to blink in surprise.

Cookies. Shaped like all sorts of things, UFOs, skulls, moths, even ghosts.

Hold on.

"Wait… you give people candy on Valentine's Day?"

Dipper looked at him, completely lost.

"... Yes? Pretty sure that's more or less normal."

Dib's eyes were like saucers, and he stared out at the road.

He was right when he told Ms Bitters about people giving treats on Valentine's Day? He was right!?

Dib's golden eyes refocused on a still very confused Dipper.

Dib felt a familiar sting shoot through his heart.

Dib slapped his hand to his face in a (slightly violent) facepalm. Holding his head in his hand, shaking it in disappointment in himself.

"... Oh my god." He uttered.

Dipper opened his mouth to speak, a question on the tip of his tongue, but before he could vocalize it-

"I'm the weird one again,"

-Dipper's voice caught in his throat.

That sentence told him everything he needed.

He knew what that meant. He knew how it felt.

Dipper reached his hand out to rub Dib's back. Dib pulled his hand away from his face to look at Dipper, who smiled at him. In just that look, Dib knew what he was saying.

'I get it. It's okay.'

Dib closed his eyes briefly, and let out a sigh. Returning a slight smile of his own. "Thanks, Dipper… for, you know..." He paused, hoping he didn't have to say it out loud, "..and, thank you, for the cookies. I mean. I think I forgot to thank you earlier." He awkwardly rambled, lightly scratching his cheek.

Dipper chortled, "And thank you for the turkey. Most memorable Valentine's gift I ever received." He winked, causing Dib to snort.

"All jokes aside, this looks and smells amazing… Though, it's quite a lot for me." Dipper implied, this was actually the perfect opportunity to ask!

"Would you wanna come to the Mystery Shack for dinner? Eat this turkey with me?" Dipper offered, cheeks pink.

Dib's face also took on a new shade of color, flushing with red.

"Oh! Uh-! I mean that's awesome, but I can't do that. Isn't it weird for me to eat your Valentine's gift? Especially since I made it for you?"

Dipper raised his brows in a "really?" Kind of look, which went unnoticed by the still rambling Dib.

Dipper felt a new sense of passive aggressive determination. Time to pull a page from Mabel's book.

Dipper reached into Dib's box and pulled out a cookie. Dib paused as he noticed Dipper's hand.

Dipper, now looking Dib straight in the eye, not breaking contact, ate the cookie. Dib gave him a questioning look, only to be met with squinting eyes and a mischievous grin in turn.

"Oh! Would you look at that! I ate your Valentine's gift! Guess there's only one way to get me back."

They both stared at each other. Then roared with laughter.

"I can't believe you just did that!" Dib said between laughs, "Okay, I'll go."

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