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skywlker-sluvtt · 2 years ago

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Depraved 😈

Summary: Cute straight outta the farm Luke Skywalker gets fucking destroyed by Han's sisterrrr

A/N: HEHEHEH it is written. Based off of @xstarkillerx fucking sexy audio. Here it is if you'd like to know how Luke sounded by the end of this fic. Mainly just porn, yk how I am 👺

ALSO YES READER IS HAN'S SISTER LEAVE ME ALONE

Warnings: slight corruption kink, virginity taking, p n v sex, blowjob, lots of my random jibberish tbh

Word Count: 2.4k

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“And we all know how many disappointed girls leave your room Han” You scoffed looking at your brother from across the table in laughter. “Excuse you, you little shit?” Han replied. Luke joined in on your laughing at Han. “And what would you know about pleasing a woman kid?” Han asked Luke slowly turning to look at him. Luke stopped laughing and blushed. “I know…enough” Luke replied his voice cracking in the middle of his sentence making you smirk. He always seemed so adorably innocent. “Like what?” Han continued. “Like-uhm…y’know Han if you’re so great at sex you tell me!” Luke demanded now becoming more defensive.

The blonde boy was now bright red trying to defend himself. “Luke Skywalker are you a virgin?” You giggled. His eyes widened as he glanced back at you. “W-What? No” He almost shouted the words at you both. “Y’know that is adorable kid” Han laughed getting up. “I’m not a virgin guys!” Luke shouted again still blushing profusely. “Continue to plead your case while I’m asleep,” Han said leaving the room. You grinned again turning your gaze back to nervous Luke. “I’m not a virgin” He whispered again.

You grinned leaning over and nudging him. “It’s not that big of a deal” You smiled. Luke ignored you and started fixing his hair. “Stop being a baby Luke, it’s cute how embarrassed you get over it,” You said. “I’m not getting embarrassed over it okay Y/N just stop” He complained before you kissed his cheek. He sucked in a tight breath at your affection. “What was that for?” “Cause I think you’re cute” You smiled before sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with him. “Are you being mean?” He pouted. You giggled and shook your head. “Course not Skywalker. Now can I kiss you or have you never done that either?” You questioned.

His silence gave you an answer. “Would it be okay if I kissed you, Luke?” You asked brushing his hair from his eyes. “Yes,” He nodded finally making eye contact with you. Leaning toward Luke you cupped his cheek with your palm and kissed him deeply. He let out a sharp inhale trying to reciprocate somehow. You pulled back slightly and examined his flushed expression. “Your lips are so soft” You whispered kissing him again and then again. The sweet affection made Luke nervous and slightly horny as his brain was dominated by arousing thoughts. Then you began giving him more passionate kisses sucking on his bottom lip.

After a while you straddled his lap, Luke gasped unsure of how to react. “Y/N” He breathed with a stutter. “Han could see” He worried glancing back at the door Han went through a few minutes ago. “I don’t care” You whispered meeting his lips again pushing his tongue past his lips eliciting a whimper from deep in his throat. “Let me take your virginity” You whispered grinding slowly against his crotch. “Would you like that Lukey?” You bit your lip seductively. “Mhm,” He whimpered nodding profusely. “Please Y/N” He whined.

He hesitantly took your hand in his interlocking your fingers making you smile. “Come” You whispered leading him across the Falcon to your bedroom Han had designated you years ago. All you had was a small cot designed for travelling and various decorations you’d improvised that were all from different planets you visited. Squeezing Luke’s hand you nodded for him to sit on the edge of the bed. You couldn’t get over his big dreamy eyes, and how he looked to you for attention. “You’re so handsome” You giggled moving his face to look at you before you eagerly jumped on his lap once again. “T-Thank you” He replied nervously returning your kisses.

The innocent boy beneath you froze up at the affection and kisses you laid upon his untouched skin. Luke attempted to return your heated kiss awkwardly trying to move his mouth as effortlessly as you did. “Luke?” You whispered pulling back. He opened his eyes again smiling at your beautiful frame in front of him, on him. He was almost honoured to have a woman so ethereal on him like this. “Are you okay?” You questioned watching his eyes become thoughtless and glazed with what you could only assume was lust.

“Yes” Was all he nodded before initiating another kiss. You began to rid your few layers of clothing piling them on the ground till you were left in only your bra. Then you descended your kisses from his lips, across his warm cheeks down to the soft skin of his neck while simultaneously grinding yourself across his bulge. The pressure of his hardened cock excited you as much as he excited himself. “Y/N,” He said your name with a pleading tone in his voice and a nervous voice crack. “Yes pretty?” You smirked sliding your slick tongue up his throat and sucking on his Adam's apple.

Luke replied with a breathy and stuttered moan. He held his hands firmly on the mattress not wanting to touch you in a way you wouldn’t like, although that would be impossible since you craved his hands all over you. You reached forward and took his big hands and placed them on your waist. He could’ve blacked out from the feeling of your tongue across his neck but he snapped out of his haze feeling your warm and inviting skin. “Touch me, Luke, touch me everywhere” You whispered unclipping your bra and adding it to the pile. His jaw almost dropped having seen you so bare in front of him.

“Never seen tits before huh?” You teased watching his eyes intently looking at your breasts. “You’re so p-perfect” He sighed leaning forward and kissing your chest. The confidence shocked you but you weren’t complaining as he kissed your right nipple and then your left. His mouth explored your soft peaks excitedly. “Good boy keep doing that” You sighed gripping his golden locks in one hand. It gave you butterflies when he paid extra attention to your nipples and you were obsessed with it. Luke would occasionally drag the tip of his tongue around your areola making you inhale sharply and whisper praise to him.

Though he could've done that all night he eventually pulled away and you took the opportunity to remove his shirts to reveal his toned abdomen. “I didn’t know farm boys worked out” You teased. “Sometimes” He grinned and you pecked his lips a few times running your nails across his ribs causing his laboured breaths to return. You rested your index finger under his chin and guided him to look at you. “Relax” You whispered slipping from your place on his lap to the floor between his legs.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” He asked. “Wanna suck your cock” You replied desperately nuzzling your nose into his bulge and licking him through his pants with need. “Mmm get these off” You begged and he nodded excitedly. Never once in Luke's life did he think a girl would do anything like this to him. As his pants and boxers joined the growing pile you pressed kisses along his thighs before touching his cock. He waited for you to say something not sure of what reaction a woman should have to seeing his dick like this. “It’s so pretty” was definitely not what he expected.

“M-Maker Y/N-d-darling” He stuttered when you swirled your tongue around his cock. Your eyes met his as you began swallowing him managing almost all of his pink cock down your throat. “Y/N fuck Y/N” He groaned swallowing hard trying to contain himself while you sucked on him. Drool ran down your chin and his cock while he covered his mouth in an attempt to shut himself up. Your pussy was so wet, throbbing for his thick cock to stretch you out. You craved him.

Luke gasped as you pulled away and watched you lick the string of drool attaching your swollen lips to his cock. He ached for more, desperate to cum for you “I need you, Luke, I need this big cock inside of me please” You whispered pushing him till his back was pressed firmly against the wall. “C’mere” He whined as you got back on top of him once more ridding your pants in the process. “Wow maker” He sighed realising what was about to happen. “Let me have you Lukey” You whispered and he felt like he couldn’t control himself. The way you looked at him when you said it drove him insane. “Yes, yes mhm please” He nodded making you smirk and holding his cock firmly.

“Relax, let me make you feel good” You continued rubbing the tip of his dick through your wet folds. He looked down now admiring your pussy and how wet it looked. Luke felt the overwhelming urge to taste it and suck on your clit till you begged for more. You let out a quiet moan as you rubbed him against your sensitive bud. Luke felt drunk on lust and didn’t know if he should watch the beautiful girl in front of him or her perfect little pussy. “Ready baby?” You teased pressing his leaking tip against your wet hole.

His breath was shakey as you pressed deeper. The feeling of your cunt swallowing his virgin cock made sparks erupt behind his eyes as he shut them. “So b-big Luke ah-” You sighed sitting on him full with his dick. Your praise made him blush even deeper. You lifted off his cock slightly before dropping back down. He gripped your hips harshly and whimpered admiring the way your breasts bounced in front of his face. As you began to roll your hips toward him he let out a cry of pleasure. Your pussy gyrated around his cock making him whimper once more.

“You feel so amazing Y/N” He sighed trying to fuck into you for more. “Fuck me, Luke. I want you to fuck me can you do that pretty?” You questioned. “Yeah mhm, I can” He nodded meeting your lustful gaze. The two of you swapped positions and he was eager to get back inside of your warm pussy. You laid your head on the stack of pillows while he struggled to put his cock in you again. “Here baby” You moved your hand down and spread your wet pussy wide corrupting his innocent eyes. “Right here” You guided his cock down till he understood nodding his head and shaking out his blonde locks. “So pretty Y/N” He mumbled fully shoving himself inside of you.

Luke had finally leaned down pinning you between his large biceps. He thrust back out before slamming in making you whine and arch your back at the feeling. “Just like that Lukey” “M’kay” He nodded continuing fucking you. He’d started watching himself disappear in and out of your tight cunt. You pulled him back to you to kiss him deeply. “S-So perfect” You whispered and he huffed in an attempt to respond.

He was completely lost in his own pleasure. Luke had attempted to be quiet and failed deciding he’d let you hear his depraved and breathy noises. Squeezing his eyes closed he began to rut more desperately finding his orgasm and chasing it with no idea of what he was doing. All the boy could think about was letting go finding the invigorating warmth he felt deep in the pit of his stomach, wanting to achieve pure ecstasy. His thick cock slammed in and out of you shamelessly until he stilled filling you with his creamy, virgin cum. Luke’s guttural whines reached their peak until he was only a breathy mess on top of you.

You’re eyes widened at the loss of your climax and the feeling of his. “S-Sorry” He sighed. “It’s okay Luke” You panted still catching your breath. After only a few seconds he lifted his head once more, golden strands stuck to his forehead as he restarted his relentless pounding into your pussy. “Luke!” You moaned not expecting it. “Ah!” He cried at the ache in his overstimulated cock. “I wan-wanna” He tried explaining but was cut off with a sharp gasp. As he fucked into you he couldn’t help but continue becoming so drunk on your pussy, he never wanted the feeling to stop.

The continuous sound of his desperate and needy whines soaked you even more. Luke attempted to talk moaning your name sporadically and trying to speak but it all became a jumbled mess. Drool began dripping against your tits as he lost focus of anything except pleasuring you. His horny cock was all both of you could think of “Fuck, Fuckkk” He cried out as you clawed his back even more. Wrapping your legs tighter around his waist he gasped and began letting out what almost sounded like sobs.

“Y/N, Y/N, baby” He begged desperately. The wet noises surrounding both of you were ungodly loud. “Good-good boy” You moaned arching into him wanting his cock even deeper in you. “Luke!” You cried wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his open mouth into yours for a disgustingly wet kiss. You writhed beneath him desperate for his second load. Luke’s moans became filthier and more desperate as he sloppily rutted into you finishing deep in your pussy. “Luke, Luke baby holy shit” You whispered softly. You reached your climax at the same time your pussy pulsating around his cock while you let the irresistible pleasure wash over you. Hugging him close you rolled your hips into his dragging out the feeling for as long as possible.

He swallowed thickly and his hot breath tickled your neck. Composing yourself you threaded fingers through his hair and sighed. He rested his head on your heaving chest trying to lie with you in what tiny bed space you shared. “Did amazing for me sweetheart, that pretty cock is to die for” You giggled stroking his face. He hummed happily smiling into your tits. “I think I love you Y/N” He sighed. “I don’t think you’ll love me when Han beats your ass” You teased. “I don’t care about Han” He replied. “I think I love you too Luke, I also think we should do this more often” “Yes please”

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psychosith · 10 months ago

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Stars Around My Scars

luke skywalker x reader

summary: luke sees you shirtless for the first time since you escaped the empire

warnings: mentions of torture, injuries, nudity???

a/n: guess who’s back from their lengthy, unplanned hiatus? me! i’m back! enjoy this little ficlet while i decide what im gonna write next!

two long months you had been held in a star destroyer, subject to endless torture as the general grilled you on various rebellion happenings. it had destroyed you, body and mind. you thought you would die there, alone and bleeding in the cold cell, until you’d been saved by some rebels in stormtrooper getup. it was tricky, but you managed to make it back to the rebel base and reunite with your boyfriend, luke. he gave you space, let you heal from the traumatizing experience.

through your period of recovery, you continued to aid the resistance as best you could. you met with rebel leaders almost daily to plan attacks and missions, and it was after one such meeting that luke followed you back to your bunk.

flashbacks from your time in the empire’s clutches haunted you, and they were looming particularly large today. you were plagued by the memories, and you longed for the sort of comfort only luke could provide. so you asked him if he would stay in your room tonight to keep you company.

the door to your bunk whirred as it slid open and you walked straight to your closet. the dress shirt you had donned for the meeting was itchy and tight and you wanted to get it off. you grabbed a loose t-shirt and headed to the bathroom to wash off while luke settled on your bed. you had been so comfortable with him before your capture that it felt weird to be showering without him, but you knew if he saw what they had done to you he would be too disgusted to stay with you.

so you would bathe separate from him. you didn’t bother locking the door behind you as you shucked your dress shirt off and made to turn on the shower. the warm water let off a gentle steam and fogged up the mirror. you stepped under the spray when the temperature was to your liking and sighed in relief. a warm shower was just the thing to help you relax. the water washed away all your thoughts and feelings and replaced them with a sense of calm.

you took your time in the shower and by the time you got out your fingers were pruned and wrinkly. you had your back to the door and you didn’t register it opening.

“babe…” your whole body tensed when you heard luke behind you. while you were naked. all your scars were on display.

you felt a calloused hand reach for your hip. “don’t touch me,” you bit out. you couldn’t stand to look back at him, the disgust you knew you would find in his face would break you. “it’s gross, i know. just let me put on my shirt.”

“is that what you think?” luke snatched your wrist before you could tug the shirt over your head. “you think that i find you too gross to look at? that i don’t want to see you naked because of these?”

he traced a scar with his fingertip. “yes,” you said, “i know that’s what you think. don’t tell me, please. i couldn’t bear it if you thought me to horrible to be with.”

“i don’t think that at all.” he took your chin in his hand, turning your head up so you were forced to look at him. “you’re so beautiful, don’t you see that? these scars don’t change that. they just show how strong you are, that you could overcome such a thing. don’t ever think they make you ugly. ever. you’re still the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.”

against your will, you smiled softly. you didn’t even entertain the idea that he might be lying, for the intensity of his words was too strong to be a lie. he took the shirt from your hands and discarded it, leaving it abandoned on the tile floor.

luke led you back to the bed and laid you down, snuggling close beside you. he pressed featherlight kiss after featherlight kiss to your scars and traced them with the tips of his fingers all throughout the night. in that moment, you wondered why you ever thought he would think you less for the trauma you went through.

in that moment, you had never felt more loved

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dazaih · 1 month ago

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wingman - luke skywalker x reader

chapter one, chapter two, chapter three

chapter four -> cloud city ii

your university roommate han solo finds a rival (and love interest) in student council president leia skywalker, but both of them are too stubborn to admit that they have feelings for each other. luckily, you and her twin brother, luke, devise a plan to get the two of them to spend more time together. challenges arise, however, when you start to develop a crush on him.

chapter warnings: drug and alcohol usage, violence, blood, injuries. if you wish to skip the fight scene, scroll down to the text divider and begin with the line “You were going to be fine.” i personally don’t think there’s anything incredibly graphic (especially considering the nature of star wars lol) but i never want my stories to cause stress or discomfort for anyone. please take care of yourself!

a/n: incorporating a lil bit of canon content into this au and introducing some plot! i’ve been really nervous to post this chapter because of the slight tonal shift but hopefully you don’t hate it lol <3

By the time the band ended their set, you were sweating, feeling parched and slightly sore with a small headache from enthusiastically moving your body to the songs. Han must have felt similarly, because he pointed to his breast pocket and flashed you a grin.

“Cigarette?” he asked, gesturing to the door.

“I’ll go with you since you’re so drunk,” you slurred, only slightly better off.

“Chewie?”

Chewie shook his head, pointing to the bar. He wanted another drink, probably so he could match the level you and Han were at. With that, the two of you made your way outside, Lando eyeing you as you left. Something about the look he gave you made you feel a little on edge, but you chalked it up to the tensions you’d experienced earlier in the night. Han led you to the alley on the side of the building, lighting his cigarette and exhaling the smoke with a sigh of relief.

“Lando pours ‘em strong,” he remarked, closing his eyes, “Always has, but man. I’m a little fucked up.”

“Well, that’s what we came here for,” you said, sitting down on the sidewalk next to where he was standing.

The two of you stayed there for a bit, a comfortable silence playing out as Han smoked. All things considered, you’d had a good time so far. It had been a while since you’d gone to a nice venue like this. You leaned your head against his leg, closing your eyes and sighing as you soaked in the city’s soundscape. Being here still felt surreal sometimes, but you were thankful to have friends who made you feel so grounded.

“Han Solo,” a voice rang out, piercing the tranquility the two of you had created out in the alleyway.

You didn’t know who the voice belonged to, but Han sure did. He immediately tensed, but didn’t put his cigarette out.

“What a surprise,” your roommate replied, though you caught an ounce of distress in his drunken words, “Good to see you, Fett.”

“Wish I could say the same,” the man said, finally close enough to see. The streetlight illuminated his features only slightly, but he was strong, with a stern expression that made you feel uneasy.

“Can we help you?” you asked, standing up from your spot on the sidewalk. When Han gently nudged your hand, however, you shrank back against the wall slightly.

“You probably can’t,” the man—Fett, Han had called him—replied coldly, meeting your eyes. This guy had to be at least thirty, and you tried to sort through your scrambled thoughts to figure out what he could want with Han.

“He’s right,” Han agreed, surprising you, “You should go inside. Find Chewie.”

“No,” Fett said sternly, grabbing your wrist as you turned to leave, “I won’t hurt you, but I can’t let you do that. You just stand there and watch.”

“Watch what?” you asked, stomach starting to churn. You didn’t like this.

“That all depends on him.”

“Listen, Boba. I told the Hutts that I’d pay them back once I graduated. I’ll pay them double, even. I just have to take another semester.”

“Jabba doesn’t think you’ll graduate at all,” the man replied, inching closer to Han, “And he doesn’t give a shit about your education, anyway. He’s been generous enough to offer you your old job back, though. He’d take the money you owe him out of your paycheck, and you’d have to work for him until it was all paid off.”

“We’ve been through this before,” Han said, taking another drag of his cigarette and blowing it in Fett’s face, “I don’t deal anymore, and he knows that. You know that.”

“I’m here to give you another chance to make the reasonable choice,” he warned, his fierce tone contradicting his words. This was a threat, you realized.

“No,” he said, putting his cigarette out against the wall and letting it drop to the ground, “I can’t. They’ll kick me out of here if I get caught smuggling drugs, Boba. Just tell him that I’m graduating soon, and I’ll be able to land a pretty nice job with an engineering degree, so he doesn’t need to—“

Boba didn’t let him finish before he punched him square in the jaw, Han falling back against the wall from the force of it. Immediately, you turned to run inside, but you were quickly grabbed and restrained by another man. You watched in horror as a few more people emerged from the other side of the alleyway, walking towards your group. Reinforcements, you supposed. If you weren’t so frightened, you’d find humor in the fact that Han was apparently enough trouble to warrant such a sizable crowd.

Han braced himself against the cool brick, managing to muster enough energy and coordination in his drunken state to land a hit on his opponent. Boba faltered slightly, but the attack only served to piss him off even more.

“Hold him still,” he ordered, and two of the men he was with each grabbed one of Han’s arms, forcing him to stand upright. Your stomach sank when Boba pulled out something shiny from his pocket, and when he fitted the metal onto his hand, you lurched forward, trying to come to your friend’s rescue. When the men pulled you back, you continued to struggle, resulting in a harsh blow being delivered to your ribs.

“Kid, ‘s alright. Don’t get yourself into any trouble,” Han mumbled, his speech slightly obscured by the blood pouring from his upper lip.

“You’re gonna kill him,” you cried as Boba admired the brass knuckles on his hand.

“Last chance, Solo,” he said, ignoring you, “You can either repay your debt by coming back to work for Jabba, or you can repay it with your life right now.”

“You don’t understand,” Han hissed, almost collapsing but being jerked back upwards by the men restraining him, “I can’t transport that shit anymore. I’ve worked too hard to get here. But I can still pay him. Hell, I’ll even do triple. Don’t be a fool—“

That was the wrong answer, it seemed. You screamed as Boba delivered the first punch with the brass knuckles to Han’s ribs, helplessly thrashing against your captors.

“Lando will come looking for us,” you yelled, still trying to fight back against the men holding you, “He saw us walk out here.”

“I paid Lando a hundred bucks to stay inside and mind his business,” Boba replied coolly, hitting Han again, “Don’t you worry about a thing.”

Realizing the direness of your situation, you shoved your heel as hard as you could into the foot of the man to your right, his grip loosening on you just enough to allow you to break free for a moment. Without thinking twice, you pushed your finger into the eye of the man on your left, causing him to reel back in pain.

You ran as far as you could to the end of the alleyway, trying to at least make sure your cry for help was heard before your captors inevitably caught up to you. You almost made it, and when your escape attempt was thwarted by one of the men pulling you backwards, you screamed as loudly as you could. The consequence of this was that a piece of cloth was shoved into your mouth, effectively gagging you. Tears streamed down your face as you struggled again, trying to resist being dragged back to the scene of your closest friend being beaten within an inch of his life. The man whose eye you’d injured welcomed you back into the group by throwing you onto the concrete harshly, and you let out a deep wheeze of pain.

“Not worth it, kid,” Han pleaded, his voice strained, “It’ll be okay. ‘S okay—“

He was cut off by Boba gripping his hair harshly and delivering a knee to his stomach, causing him to gasp and cough up a small amount of blood.

“What a fitting end for you, Han Solo. Getting the shit beat out of you in the back of an alley while those rich brats you’ve tried so hard to fit in with don’t even care enough to come see what all the commotion is about. You were better off as one of us.”

Han said nothing—he couldn’t speak anymore, you realized. Between the copious amounts of alcohol he’d consumed and the violence he’d endured, it was a miracle that he was even still conscious. You watched helplessly as Boba continued to hit him, only using the brass knuckles on occasion, making you realize that he was intentionally dragging it out. It was audacious to believe that no one would catch him, but Boba had convinced even you that no one was coming to your rescue at this point. The weight of the realization was suffocating, and you weren’t sure if the gag choking you or the deep despair you felt was what caused more tears to escape you.

You couldn’t watch any longer. You looked off into the distance, trying to focus on something else as you were forced to listen to Han’s pained grunts and gasps. Your vision was slightly blurred from crying, but when a familiar silhouette appeared at the end of the alleyway, you felt relief wash over you. It was Chewie. He’d come to look for you.

You briefly fretted over him meeting a fate similar to your own, but you realized quickly that he wasn’t alone. None other than Luke Skywalker was in tow, his teammates still following him.

“Hey!” he shouted, racing towards you all. You tried to warn him about the ferocity of your opponents, tried to tell him that this was no normal bar squabble—but it was too late. As soon as he had breached the group, Boba turned sharply, punching him in the face with his bare hand. Luke hissed in pain, but to your surprise, swung back with enough force to make Boba stumble. The other man grunted and raised his other fist—the one with the brass knuckles—and you tried to scream out a warning, your cries muffled by the rag in your mouth. Surprising you further, however, Luke dodged his attack, throwing him off balance enough to shove him to the side harshly and rush towards you. In his tracks, his teammates picked up his slack, and there, in the alley of Cloud City, a true fight broke out. The men who had been keeping watch over you ran to defend their leader, and Luke made his way to you.

“Call the police!” Luke shouted, kneeling down in front of you. Blood was pouring from his nose and his lip, but he didn’t seem to mind as he pulled the rag from your mouth. You coughed, choking slightly at the sudden change in pressure. His hand cupped your cheek immediately, thumb gently wiping away stray tears from your face. You weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline getting to your head, but in that moment, you felt incredibly cared about in a way that was all too genuine for the type of relationship you and Luke had.

“It’s okay,” he told you, seemingly much more sober than he’d been inside, “I’m gonna take care of everything. Gonna get help.”

You looked past him to see Chewie and his teammates fighting off Fett’s group, Han having collapsed onto the ground without the support of his captors holding him up.

“Tell Lando to get out here now!” Luke yelled again, and one of his teammates raced towards the bar.

“They paid Lando a hundred bucks to stay inside,” you recited, your head pounding.

“Okay? I’ll pay him two hundred to get outside,” Luke scoffed, trying to help you sit up.

“Police are on their way!” you heard someone yell. You looked down the alley to see Lando himself, two bouncers standing next to him. You could have hit him at the moment, but because of your current injuries, you stayed put.

You watched as Boba delivered a few more heavy blows to Luke’s teammates, only two of his own men still standing, stumbling to catch up with him.

“You’re gonna regret this, Calrissian. You should’ve kept your ass inside like I told you to,” Fett shouted, backing up to exit the other end of the alley.

“I didn’t realize you were trying to kill Han outside of my bar,” Lando retaliated, watching Boba carefully as he walked backwards to his escape route.

“It didn’t concern you.”

When he stumbled in your direction, he couldn’t resist the urge to pull Luke up by his hair, the other man surprised by the sudden attack.

“And you,” Fett hissed, Lando and Luke’s remaining teammates now sprinting towards you, “I’ll teach you to interrupt a man’s business.”

“Do your worst. We’ll see where it gets you,” Luke replied, voice strained by the tugging on his hair. You watched as Luke took the opportunity to carefully study Boba’s face rather than fight back, and you were once again seized by an emotion that you couldn’t quite place.

Fett glared at him, pulling him higher up and then throwing him to the ground as hard as he could, the sound of Luke’s body smacking against the concrete making you wince. He groaned beside of you, and you weren’t sure if the blood pouring from his face was new or from the first altercation he’d had with him. With that, Fett escaped the alleyway, Lando and his men chasing after him.

“Luke!” Biggs shouted, running to where you all were.

“Leia,” Luke choked out, gasping for air as most of it had been knocked out of him, “Call Leia.”

Biggs nodded, and you heard sirens wailing in the distance, the red flashing lights of what you assumed was an ambulance illuminating the surrounding buildings. One of Luke’s other teammates stumbled over to check on him, and you knew instantly that he’d never seen such violence firsthand. It was Elias.

“Elevate his head,” you told him, struggling to pull yourself to your feet, “Find out where he’s bleeding.”

Elias nodded, shaky hands lifting Luke’s head and placing his coat underneath it. You stumbled towards Han, mustering all of your strength. Chewie was already at his side, having leaned him up against the wall so he was sitting upright.

“Han,” you gasped, falling to your knees next to him, “Can you hear me?”

When he didn’t say anything, you began to panic slightly, lifting his head to try to make him meet your eyes.

“Han,” you said again, and his eyes opened slightly as he tried to take in your appearance.

“Bleeding,” he managed to sputter out, “You’re bleeding. Your face.”

“You’re a whole lot worse, man,” you tried to joke, but you couldn’t stop your eyes from watering.

“I need a cigarette,” he slurred, and you leaned his head to the side slightly.

“Spit,” you told him, and when he did, you couldn’t even see any saliva—only blood. His eyes fluttered closed again, and you brushed his hair from his forehead gently.

“You have to stay awake, Han,” you told him sternly, keeping his head upright. Chewie gave you a concerned look. This was bad.

Luckily, the ambulance arrived then, parking at the end of the alley. A few paramedics rushed out and immediately identified Han as being in the most critical condition, lifting him onto a stretcher and taking him to the ambulance. Two more arrived soon after, and a few police cars were there as well. You watched as Lando reappeared, explaining the situation to the cops.

“You should go with Han,” you told Chewie. He frowned, looking you over and shaking his head.

“They probably won’t let me do it because they need to check me out first, but you’re fine. You should go. I’ll be okay.”

Reluctantly, Chewie nodded, pulling you into a gentle embrace before departing, running towards the ambulance Han was in. You let out a sigh of relief, feeling better knowing that your roommates would be there for each other. You saw Elias, Biggs, and some more paramedics help Luke into the back of an ambulance, and when he murmured something you couldn’t quite make out from this distance, Biggs came over to where you were standing, some paramedics behind him.

“They wanna look you over,” he explained, offering you his arm. You nodded, allowing yourself to be escorted away from the blood stained alleyway.

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You were going to be fine. You had broken your wrist from how you’d landed when you were thrown, and you had some serious bruising on your ribs, but overall, you were going to be fine. When you were cleared, you exited the back of the ambulance, only to find Luke sitting on a bench across from you.

“Shouldn’t you be in one of those ambulances?” you asked, taking in his appearance.

He had a black eye and a busted lip that had been stitched up, but he smiled at you regardless.

“Already got cleared. Got a concussion, a black eye, stitches, and my ribs are all bruised up, but nothing that requires going to the emergency room. How about you?”

You sat down next to him, sighing from the ache in your body, “My ribs are bruised too. And I broke my wrist. Wanna sign my cast later?”

“Of course,” he said happily, leaning back and looking at you, “But really, are you okay?”

“No,” you whispered, frowning as you stared at the sidewalk, “I thought I was about to watch him die.”

Luke sat up, taking your good hand into his own.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t get out here sooner. Chewie came to see if you were with me, and then we went outside to look for you. Then we heard you scream. I had no idea. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” you assured him, squeezing his hand, “Glad I didn’t mess my throat up for no reason, I guess.”

He didn’t laugh, and instead he pulled you into a hug, his hand resting securely on the back of your neck. The safety of his embrace made your eyes water, and you melted into his touch.

“I was scared,” you whispered into his shoulder, allowing a man you hardly knew to hold you on a park bench in the middle of the city.

“Me too,” he told you, gently carding his fingers through your hair, “But it’s over, and we’ll have more answers tomorrow.“

You nodded, the words causing your mind to drift to Han. You pulled back and checked your phone.

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Chewie: he’s stable. in and out of consciousness, but he’ll be okay. doing x-rays soon.

Chewie: r u ok?? did u get ur injuries checked out?

Chewie: ok he has some broken ribs and a broken nose. pretty bad concussion too. they want to keep him overnight at least.

Chewie: i’m gonna stay tn. you should go home and get some sleep. you’ve been thru a lot. pls txt when u can to lmk ur ok

Texting a quick message back, you sighed, relieved that Han was going to be okay but still nervous about his injuries. The stress must have shown on your face, because Luke placed an arm around you, letting you lean your head on his shoulder.

“How is he?” he asked, rubbing your arm.

“At the hospital. Broken bones, but he’ll be okay, according to Chewie,” you said, allowing him to console you, “Thank you, by the way. I owe you one.”

“Don’t thank me,” he told you, “Setting my sister up with Han doesn’t really work if he gets killed in the back of an alleyway.”

You chuckled a little at that, glad for Luke’s ability to lighten the mood.

“But really,” he said seriously, “You don’t owe me anything. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Just then, a sleek, black car pulled into the parking lot, and none other than Leia crawled out of the passenger seat. Of course they had a personal driver.

“What the fuck,” she muttered, taking in the crime scene tape and Luke’s battered appearance before rushing over to you, “What happened?”

“Some guys tried to kill Han during his cigarette break,” you explained simply, the weight of your exhaustion setting in, making it impossible for you to offer more context.

“Han?” she asked, concern written all over her features, “Where is he?”

“Hospital. They’re keeping him overnight.”

“Shit,” she huffed, taking Luke’s face into her hands and evaluating the damage, “How did you get involved?”

“He and Chewie and his friends stepped in,” you told her, watching as she eyed the stitches on his lip, “Probably would’ve died if he didn’t.”

She sighed, stepping back and putting her hands on her hips, seemingly unsure of what to do. She stared at you for a second, and then back at Luke, clearly distressed by his injuries. Her concern for him was sweet.

“Local news headlines are gonna pick this up,” she said, frowning, “I think Lando’s gonna talk to the press to make it clear that it was an attack and you came to the rescue, but I don’t know.”

“I don’t care,” Luke told her, waving his hand dismissively, “I don’t wanna worry about stuff like that right now.”

“I know,” she replied, sighing again, “Mom and Dad are gonna lose their shit—“

“I don’t care.”

“You should call them,” she urged, looking at his injuries again, “Someone else probably has by now. Have you checked your phone?”

“No,” he said, looking annoyed, “Have you?”

“No. I’ve been afraid of what they’ll say.”

“Will they be angry with you?” you asked, not sure what kind of reaction you should be anticipating from the Skywalker family.

“Probably with me for not filling them in,” Leia admitted, her voice weary.

“Probably with me for getting hurt,” Luke added.

“I bet they’ll want us to come home for the rest of the weekend.”

“Absolutely not,” Luke grimaced, rubbing his temple with his free hand.

“Or they’ll send someone to check on you.”

“That’s such a waste of time,” he scoffed.

“Dad’s press tour is soon. The last thing you need while you’re recovering is for a bunch of delusional kids online to speculate about how you got hurt. They’ll probably find a way to romanticize it. You know how they are.”

“Leia,” Luke said sternly, though his tone was still gentle, “You know I don’t care about that stuff. They’ve been writing weird shit about me since I was sixteen. And if they publish something about me getting in a fight, that’s okay. It’s for me to worry about.”

“You’re right. Sorry,” she replied, sighing, “I don’t know where my head is at right now. I was so worried about you.”

Luke sighed too, standing from the bench to hug his sister.

“I’m fine, Leia,” he told her, and seeing how soft he was with her made your heart beat a little faster. He was a good brother.

“You should stay at our place,” Luke offered suddenly, meeting your eyes, “Since Han and Chewie won’t be home. I don’t want you to be there by yourself after tonight.”

You almost protested, feeling awkward invading their space like that, but then Leia spoke too.

“I think that’s a good idea. Especially with those men still on the loose,” she added.

“I don’t wanna intrude—“

“You won’t be. Please,” Luke interjected, looking at you with wide, hopeful eyes.

“Only if you’re sure it’s okay,” you reluctantly agreed.

“Of course,” he insisted, helping you stand, “It’s just me and Leia, so there’s nothing to stress about.”

You guys are basically aristocrats. How is that not stressful? you wanted to say, but you held your tongue, following them to the car where their driver was holding the door for you. The high quality leather seats felt alien to you when you sat down in the back with Luke. He must have noticed your discomfort, because he reached for your hand soon after. With little hesitation, you accepted, and he immediately tangled your fingers together, giving you one of his signature soft smiles. Even in the mostly dark vehicle, his eyes still shone brightly, and something about that fact made your cheeks flush.

You briefly wondered if you were getting too personally involved with the Skywalkers, but with Leia in the front seat telling the driver to take you all home and Luke in the back with his hand in yours, you knew that there was little you could do about it now.

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dracowars · 2 years ago

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

booze and confessions | luke skywalker

pairing: luke x reader

word count: 1,9k

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

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

warnings: angst, mentions of war, mentions of death

universe: star wars

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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iceman-kazansky · 27 days ago

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The Code

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

Requested by: nobody

Request: n/a

Pairings: Luke Skywalker x reader

Warnings: Kissing!! Pinning, mentions of alcohol consumption, I wouldn't call this a happy ending. I'm pretty sure there is no specified pronouns here so it could be interpreted as gender neutral if you'd like

Word count: 636

A/n: Guess what I watched!! How To Lose A Guy in 10 Days!! Matthew McConaughey is a DILF (no cause he's actually so incredibly hot?? Like DAMN) and I loosely based this off that one scene in the movie, so if ykyk. I wrote this in like an hour tops because idk everything just aligned, and my ideas were flowinggggg.

Taglist: @anamiad00msday

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The drink in your hand was making you giddy as you ambled down the long halls of a rebel base.

Luke, your best friend, led you. The pair of you were a little tipsy after a night out, but Luke, being the more sober of you two and always the gentleman, was making sure you got back to your room safely.

“Careful,” Luke murmured, stopping outside your room while you wobbled on unsteady legs. He helped you open your door, his fingers pressing into the keypad to enter the code he had engraved into his memory. After all, he'd been here more times than he could ever keep count of– this place was basically a second room to him.

He guided you inside, his hand on the small of your back. The contact, which usually you wouldn't have paid any mind to, made you shiver instead. An effect of the alcohol currently running through your system, probably.

The alcohol made it hard to hide your attraction to him. You were semi-certain you'd said something to him about how handsome he was in the bar, but everything was hazy.

You angled your head to look over your shoulder at him. A low beam from the lights in the hall cast a soft glow on him, creating what looked like a halo around his golden head of hair. It was majestic, to say the least. Your gaze shamelessly wandered his face further before catching the glint of his eyes in the illuminated doorway to your room. Swallowing nervously, you realized he knew you had been staring and subsequently averted your gaze, trying desperately to shut off your brain the best you could.

But as it turns out, it's pretty hard to get an alcohol-driven mind to just simply.. shut off. No, you had only one thought, or rather person in mind. And it wouldn't go away.

Luke barely had you through the door when you turned to face him. The tension between you two seemed to peak at that moment– your body felt like a nervous wreck about to happen. But then, like a crack of lightning, something in you snapped. You had to relieve this pressure, one way or another– foolish or not. Filled with liquid courage, you leaned forth to capture his lips with your own.

Luke seemed caught off guard. His body tensed up at the feeling of you. However, it was quick to dissipate as you felt him relax, his body fully welcoming you.

“The code,” Luke suddenly whispered, his mouth detaching from yours. It felt apologetic, in a way.

You nodded to him, eyes peeling open as you pulled away. When you searched his eyes, it only confirmed that he felt sorry. You sighed, turning your head away from his pitying gaze. Shame washed over you– It was a stupid, foolish mistake to try kissing Luke like that. He had the code, of course. You just made a move on your best friend and were rejec–

A soft hand came up to grasp your jaw. Luke turned your head and in an instant his lips were back on yours, cutting off your train of thought.

You groaned at the feeling, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks. The feeling overwhelmed you. Perhaps in a poor moment of desire and want, you let it consume you for what felt like an eternity but truly was only a few moments. Eventually, you pulled away softly, withdrawing from the situation, “Luke, the code,” you mumbled, panting, “You can't.. we can't..”

Trailing off, you could see the reluctant agreement in his eyes. Neither of you wanted to risk it..

But that didn't really matter, as it turned out.

Before you knew it you were back kissing him. You don't know who initiated it, but it was heated and full of longing. Neither of you paid heed to the previous worries. It seemed as if caution had been thrown to the wind.

Luke placed his hands on your waist, walking you backwards until the back of your knees knocked against the mattress. His hands came down to your thighs, wrapping around them and lifting you up effortlessly. He moved you back gently and laid you down, his body settling over yours.

The blond haired boy pulled away again, hovering over you. “You're beautiful,” he murmured. Slowly, he lowered his head to rest in the crook of your neck. He sighed deeply. “I'm sorry. I can't.. The jedi code forbids attachments..”

You don't respond, not sure how or what to say. You know full well what the jedi code allows and doesn't allow. It pains you every day– every time you look at Luke you can't help but feel a tug in your heart knowing he can't with you. He won't.

Eventually, you find your voice to respond, “I know.”

It's a simple two word answer that may not seem like much but it is. It's a solemn acceptance yet a thank you all in one.

It's a disguise. Begging for maybe, just maybe, one day you two would work. However, things would have to stay as they were– they wouldn't change now. It was possible they never would, either. Not for you or anyone else. Luke valued the code too much. Even if it tore him apart.

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𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤? 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!

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coffeeorsomething-irl · 7 months ago

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Ch 9 of my Luke Skywalker x OC fic. First chapter and a brief explanation of wtf is this, here.

Next chapter, here

Masterlist, here

Welp, it's been a long time, yet again...lol. The ship rolls forward, but oh so slow. A big update this time - another chapter dropping soon.

tagging @dailydragon08, @kaleidoscope1967eyes

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When next they met, he made good on his word. She blushed just from the sight of him, stomach rapidly disintegrating into a mass of insects fluttering desperately to escape, as her mind filled with the impossible things they’d done the day before and reason squeezed shut; whilst for his part his face split into a big, silly grin from ear to ear, and he rosily flushed back.

She wished to cross to him, but her feet wouldn’t move. —How would she greet him, if she couldn’t even approach?

But the moment he was close enough he had her wrapped up in a hug…and after squeezing her tight just long enough so her insides recalled their place… He relaxed his grip, ran his hand up her neck, fingers splaying into her hair and thumb laid out along her jaw, and directed her upwards into a soft, slow kiss. …It lasted forever, long enough for her world to decompose around it and slowly rebuild, and when it ended he gave her another, and another. “..hey Ciri,” he rasped quietly, when eventually it was done, and he had allowed her to slip away. She struggled to regain control of her faculties and answer him, with a breathy, bashful little, “h-h-hi, L-Luke..!” —while her head spun, that this was her reality, now. Meanwhile his lips curled into the cutest little smile, and his thumb stroked her cheek, and he lightly nipped at the tip of her nose…. And she laughed, and it was true: he’d made her remember what it was to feel easy with him.

She held his hand, and took him into the woods…

…To a sunny little clearing, unexpected in the midst of close growth in a way that made him laugh, when he saw… They laid down and looked at the little patch of sky above, and then he rolled over to look at her, and she kissed him. …They touched a lot more, that day, than most… more, and differently. The way he pulled her up into him, was new. Waves of disbelief kept trembling over her, that she’d be able to share this sort of intimacy with him.. And the sensation continually extinguished, in the palpable want imbuing his lips and hands…over and over, as it arose. It was a strange way to feel… in the end almost frazzled, by pleasure and comfort. Frazzled enough, to be loose with him, and to squeeze him back… finding his muscles, and his bones, under the clothes…searching, for the things she’d discovered yesterday. ..Shyly building a mental map.

And as the sun finished crossing their little bit of sky, they crossed to the big tree, by clearing’s edge, and he held her there before him, put their hands up against its bark, and had her concentrate whilst he followed suit… And showed her the slow movement of its sap, the gentle reverse trickle of water from root to trunk to limb and leaf, the tree as a silent spring of water disgorging into the air; the parts of it that were something else and the parts of it that were dead.

And below, in the dark, where the roots fanned out…their minds sought for an end, that never came.

Branching instead, branching, pushing, branching, a skein… sugar flowing, ruffled suddenly by new input… and then joining, all channels teeming together, rising higher…and the warm glow and openness of air, once again…

—And then the air moved and existence dissolved into the trembling of uncountable leaves across a vast span of space.

…When he let it go, and she gasped and swayed, he ‘shhhhed’ into her ear, and held her steady.

Why did everything that happened between them make her feelings for him grow stronger?

That night, he kissed her to distraction, outside her chambers’ door. And whispered something so sweet into her ear, before he let her go… That when she got into her room, she eeped into a pillow.

In bed, she experienced the most peculiar mixture, of longing, loneliness and warmth, and curled around her stomach, like to shelter it.

The coming days passed in a blur; of lips, saliva, and body heat. Each time they met he greeted her thus, were they alone. —And were they not he’d reach out for her hand and squeeze it tightly in both of his, and softly kiss her temple, letting his nose bump into her…briefly lingering. And every day for at least a week, she noticed a little splash of color upon his breast as he would approach… And once he got in close, she’d identify one of the flowers she’d given him, stem trimmed and carefully pinned to his black tunic. It was mightily endearing.

When she realized that others were likely noticing her flowers, too, she was blushingly embarrassed… and then somehow deeply, profoundly pleased. As though…

As though someone might also notice, he’d been claimed.

…Not that she might have the power to do such a thing, of course! —She semi-frequently had to remind herself. Only, as though. But it was still, so gratifying, even just thus…

She started to notice things about him, too. New things, as they settled into a new dynamic. He wasn’t ever shy about putting his hands on her, any longer. He liked standing close to her, if he wasn’t in her way; very close. And he liked keeping a hand on her, around her back, or on her waist, or clasped upon her thigh, if they were just talking. He liked nuzzling into her and punctuating their conversations with cute little kisses. He liked pulling her into his lap. She’d thought that he was cuddly before, but now… She wondered anew, at how very warm he was, and how affectionate. To think, that this side of himself wasn’t something he had gotten to indulge..

…To think, that it was she who’d become the beneficiary of his affection. Life was only more outlandish.

So she’d finally ceased her hesitance to hold onto him, when she wanted. Which was a lot..! …She had started to view him, with an almost visceral sense of comfort. That was silly, she thought — that nervous buzzing would rattle her innards at the mere sight of him, and the moment he approached she’d seek to soothe it by nuzzling into his chest… His warmth would fill up her senses, then his fingers would be softly seeking her jaw, and a new excitement would begin, as she tasted him..

The ease of this closeness, left her in awe.

He took her flying again, in his X-wing, to an unmarked spot of her choosing, from her map. This time it was a western edge of the great southern continent, far from any river, or road. She had never seen the sea. He flew them in over it, releasing the harness to accommodate her, and she sat forward as far as she could in the cockpit, gazing out the transparisteel canopy to the endless blue-grey waters.

The beach they came in at was wide and flat, shallowly sloping, broken periodically by scrapings of rock. He set them down securely above the tideline, and she hurriedly stripped off her boots and strode swiftly down the moistened sand to the water. She walked until the tips of the spent waves were running up past her ankles, and stood staring at the shifting line of their crashing. ..Presently he came up from behind her and slipped an arm about her waist, pulling her snug against his chest, to kiss her ear and stroke her belly. The wet air held an unaccustomed edge, born of the waters’ foreign chemistry, and the sky above the darkened ocean was rendered pale opaline by a diffuse layer of cloud. “..Luke, I will never get over this,” she said.

“I love the ocean, too,” he said softly.

She despaired of expressing what she felt. “everything is bigger than me..!” she whispered, “but you make me feel warm..”

He turned her gently in his arms, at that, urging her round to face him. His eyes were solemn. His hand came up, to smooth along her jaw, and R2 became the first sentient to see them kiss. —They heard his distant warble of surprise, and Luke let her go with a blush, and a bashful expression, as though he’d forgotten the droid’s presence. ..The sight of him made her heart beat. She raised her fingertips to trace along his pretty cheek.. and pointedly kissed him again… and he sighed, and clutched her closer.

..Later at her behest they went walking across the sands, and where the beach became patchy with rocks she made a discovery — little pools amidst the crags, filled with seawaters abandoned by the tide. Creatures dwelt there, of surpassing oddity. She would not have been surprised to encounter their representation in one of his holos — such was their estrangement, from all the life with which she was familiar. Colorful, tentacled, bespiked, bearing far too many appendages or many too few… Some, she couldn’t see how they were able to move, or direct themselves, and yet they did; others, she had taken for rocks…till a bit of organic crud drifted them by, only to be snatched.

Careful to avoid slipping in, she clambered up a slick, more-or-less flattened rock and delicately perched upon its crown, and took out her notebook. He joined her, and watched curiously over her shoulder as she drew; and eventually he meditated, his back pressed comfortably against hers.

..At some point, she glanced round and gasped aloud, to see a field of heavy balled water floating in midair above sand and surf.

—But at her gasp, the field burst into tiny tinkling pointilescence and collapsed, splashing onto the wet-packed sand.

“—Oh! I’m sorry!” she exclaimed.

“..Please, don’t apologize,” he responded evenly, opening his eyes, “Distractions are practice. …Water is hard. It doesn’t want to stay with itself, that way..” And he twisted to kiss her forehead, “It was spray, from the waves. I’ll get it back, princess, don’t worry.”

..They remained there through the tide’s return, retreating reluctantly before its approach, and supped on the beach, defending their food against wayward sand as they could — laughing, when they couldn’t. Afterward he took her into his lap, and kissed her, indulgently… and somehow she couldn’t stop herself, from telling him he was wrong, about the water.

“..It does like to stay with itself,” she whispered.

“What does… water?” he whispered back.

She nodded, and he smiled, amusement thrumming up through his larynx. “How so, little scholar?”

“I-I read so,” she blushingly informed him, “It sticks to itself. T-That’s how it can form droplets. Most things don’t. You should try.. with something else, to compare.”

He gazed at her a moment… and then he nodded, with an appreciative little smile, “Thank you, Ciri. I certainly will.”

They left, only after watching the sun’s fiery fall and vanishment, across the waters. She was so tired that night, she near toppled into her bed, when she found it.

And somehow, even in light of all the esoteric forms both large and small filling out the newer pages of her notebook, the most unusual thing in her life now was how she got to kiss him, and how he did it back.

…He liked licking her, when they kissed. It almost felt like he was marking her…leaving these broad strokes of his saliva across her skin, to glisten in the sun and tingle. He liked suckling on her lower lip.

..And she liked tugging on his. She liked the edges of the teeth inside his mouth. She liked the hollow beneath his plush bottom lip and the prominent cleft in his chin below that. He’d laugh when she messily tried to bite at it.

She tried to be delicate, with him, usually, but when she was accidentally rough he didn’t seem to mind. And he didn’t mind it, when she was clumsy. Or if she made an embarrassing noise…or about anything. Instead, he would grin, or groan, or nuzzle her, and kiss her deeper; and when she became especially flustered it would cause him to laugh, a light, cheerful sound that somehow never failed to help her feel relaxed, and never ever made-fun-of. ..It was surreal.

And she caught herself daydreaming about him, betimes.. Him, and the galaxy he came from. As though the looseness and ease in the time she spent with him, crept into her imagination now, as well. She’d imagine them walking through the landscapes she found on his datapad, or.. strolling down a crowded futuristic promenade. —Whenever she noticed herself doing it she’d stop to blush and frown, feeling an anxious little tugging from the base of her abdomen, straight down, and an instinctive urge to disengage. But…. His words, that night. They’d left her without the power to stop.

…She wouldn’t lose him, in space.

His comlink, and her notes on its use, occupied a locked drawer in her desk.

…And the way she missed him at night grew ever more poignant.

She would sit, cross-legged in bed with her hands cupped together in her lap… when his absence felt like a negative space, sucking at her edges. She’d focus her breathing, as he’d shown her how. She’d picture what lay between them, as a little seedling she sheltered there in her palms, and watched grow.

Hadn’t she all that she could want with him? Why this pulling, at her heart?

One nondescript evening a few weeks past found her awaiting him, leaned over a balustrade just out of doors near her father’s conference rooms — having spent the entire day poking idly about his datapad whilst thinking of him, and not wishing to spend a single moment alone, beyond the barest number necessary. …Now finally, the sun had set, leaving the grounds draped in obscurity, and she knew she had not long left to pass.

She was becoming antsy with the knowledge, when the silence broke.

“—What do you suppose he wants with you?” an all-too-familiar voice asked, from behind.

Needless to say it was not the man she wished. Ciri bit her tongue from replying, and looked pointedly directly out to the night, not acknowledging the presence.

Unbothered, Olandria went on to speculate. “…Tongue-tied as you are, you don’t exactly make for good conversation. —And how could you, even despite? You don’t know the first thing about anything. …And, I mean…. Look at you.” Those last words, she practically spat.

Ciri set her jaw, cheeks burned against her will. …Though she’d heard it all, before, still Olandria knew how to sting. The stone of the balustrade gripped her forearms, with friction.

“…You know what I think,” she went on, “I think he’s a bit of a freak.”

And at that, her blood began to quietly boil.

It was pedestrian enough, the insults against herself. She’d never dreamed to hear Luke spoken of so.

Olandria was still speculating, “—I think he enjoys turning the head of a brainless little ugly duckling like you. He has a predilection for the unappealing, I suppose. Peculiar. —Or, his is a more dispassionate game, and even better that you’re royalty. Funnier that way, when he leaves you behind. And either way… A freak. It is fair freakish, such interest, don’t you think?”

That internal boil bubbled over, and she whirled to face the woman. “—You don’t know anything about him at all,” she bit bitterly, “When have you even spoken to him? At the dance? When you were pestering him for entertaining stories about his friends dying at war?”

…But Olandria only laughed, seeming to enjoy her risability. “I know more than you, little princess,” she said with condescension, “—Remember, I’m not a forest hermit like you! I talk to people… and I know, how people are. —What do you do, by the way, when you need advice on men? On the only man who’s ever deigned speak to you? —Ask a squirrel??” Any further remarks didn’t survive her fit of laughter.

Ciri was scowling, outside and in. “..I certainly wouldn’t ask you!” she said diffidently.

Olandria ignored her, and presently composed herself to continue, more levely, “…It does surprise me, rather. He seemed so… Ascetic. Uprightly moral, I would have said. …Yet here he is, spinning a simpleton’s head full of tales like a common scoundrel, or worse, as though it were the choicest entertainment…” Her tongue tsk’ed. “Shameful.”

Ciri had unwittingly balled her fist. “Now look here!” she exclaimed, “I’m just about used to you, you know — I’ve heard just about everything you could think to say to me! —But just you keep your.. nasty, mean-spirited thoughts to yourself, if they’re going to be about him! He’s much too decent t—” she cut off, stumbling asudden, over her own vitriol. “..t-to be spoken of, by you,” she concluded, less forcefully, turning her gaze away.

There was a silence.

It was surprising — despite her words, she hadn’t thought Olandria might heed her request.

After a moment, she couldn’t help herself. She looked up, at the woman’s face… And found her, looking back, with a huge, sly grin.

“My… The mousy little princess really is smitten, isn’t she? ..You haven’t spoken up like that, in…” Olandria trailed off to laugh derisively, “—why, in ever!”

Ciri stared.

“…Poor, little waif… I’m only trying to help, after all!” Olandria insisted, voice dripping with false concern.

Ciri scowled, looked away. “..why do you say things that aren’t in the slightest believable, if you want to be taken seriously?” she muttered resentfully.

Before Olandria could sneeringly reply, as she no doubt shortly was intending to, a new sound questioningly cut the brief silence. “..Ciri?”

It was his voice.

Her head whipped up, and around, her chest fluttering anxiously. He was there… he’d materialized, as though from nowhere, or she had not paid attention. His pretty face held a look of frank concern that contrasted so intensely with Olandria’s, it took her breath away, and she gulped… As somehow at seeing him, she filled with a longing more intense than that that had driven her to wait for him at that terrace at all, though that her feet had taken root.

“Is this courtier bothering you, my Princess?” he asked — and without waiting for answer, he moved deliberately to stand between them, cutting Olandria off from her view. “Someone like you, should never hear a harsh word.. May I assist you?” He gently took her hand in his, handling it with easy familiarity, and bringing it to his lips to softly kiss, “..Your Highness?”

At his touch, she started and came unstuck. Held his hand… looked up from it into his kindly, worried face. …Then stepped forward and burrowed into his chest, trapping their clasped hands between them, and feeling his arm come up around her to curl securely about her back.

She clenched her grip on his hand, fierce and needy, and he reassuringly matched it back, with decisive strength. ..There was something comforting, in that… like an expression of gravity.

He dropped his head to whisper, directly into her ear, for her alone, “it’s alright, sweet girl… I’m here.” She shivered, to hear it, and gently urged herself tightly in… felt him respond, with a strong, affectionate squeeze. He kissed her ear, then her temple, and susurrated “sshhhh..”

She swallowed, and closed her eyes, as her innards sweetly unknotted. He was here, finally… He was very like hers.

At least, that’s how he always made her feel.

It was his warmth. —More than just body heat, it was in his voice and his eyes and the quality of his touch. ..If he didn’t always stroke and squeeze her like he did, if he didn’t always treat her so… she might believe it would wear on him. To be close to her like this, as much as she liked. But he never failed to demonstrate that he wanted it, too. She felt a little swell, rising up in her chest, as his grip tightened and his palm eased its way comfortingly up and down along her arm. His hand clasping hers was giving back as good as it got, holding on tight, while his thumb sedately rubbed the side of her hand. He was… he was caring. So caring.

Slowly, her breathing steadied.

For someone like her, to have someone like him… Of course, she hadn’t believed Olandria. But… It was far past ordinary, after all.

She was unfathomably fortunate. Her mind never failed tracking back to it.

Blinking moisture from her eyes, she raised her head and kissed his gorgeously plush lips. Just once, and briefly… but still, the doing of it for a moment made her feel almost like another person to herself. Someone assertive. Someone confident, who knew what was hers.

When she released him, he gazed down into her as though lost, dazed in surprise…

Then he beamed, like the rising of the sun, and for a moment she truly did forget that Olandria was there, or had ever been.

And he asked her, with calm, soothing resonance, “Would you like to get out of here with me, your Highness? ..I hate to see you keeping poor company.” His eyes were on her, steadily, as though she was all that was…

She gave him a small smile, and nodded up to him gratefully.. and found herself able to speak, softly. “—Y-Yes, Luke, I really would.”

His own smile broadened if possible, eyes tending soft. “Wonderful..”

He dipped in swift and smooth to nudge his nose into hers and cutely kiss her cheek, then her brow, making her laugh in a gentle stutter to be fussed over so, and whispered smilingly into her ear, his svelte voice pitched low just for her, “c’mon, my darlin’..let’s go. Hold onto me..”

His other arm, meanwhile, snaked up around her shoulders… And then she felt herself lifting, as something tightened gently around her thighs and pulled them up into the air, slipping them to his side, her knees tucking together. Nothing supported her, and she understood that it was him… using the Force to carry her, just so he wouldn’t need to let go of her hand. His arm was solid against her back, and she was pitched into his warm chest. All of her upset had quite dissolved in his affectionate gaze, comforting touches, and gentle words… And now here she was, given fully over into his keeping. She gazed into his eyes, her own large and briefly rounded with surprise… and softly brought her free hand to cover over his, so tightly gripping hers.

He bent down his neck and kissed her forehead, and started to walk, and Olandria stood there boggling at their backs.

He brought her quickly down a set of stairs and out onto the grass, to find seclusion in the darkened grounds… while she closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder, and let him take her, where he would.

Presently, he stopped. She opened her eyes to find that in the darkness, all eyesight of the balustrade had become impossibility. Wordless, he gently lowered her knees and let her feet find ground, then aggressively swallowed her into a tight, comfortable hug.

…..She felt his nose nudge into her hair… felt his steady breath, rustling the strands… And she sighed, and snuggled gratefully into his chest, as his heat seeped into her.

Then he was softly murmuring, “..I felt you getting angry.. don’t think I ever have, before. …And for a moment I was confused, on top of worried — but then of course I arrive to find her. …Ciri, baby… what did she do?”

Her mind tracked back to the encounter just past.

“..S-she was… she was a little c-cruel about you, Luke,” she confessed. “…I-I.. I got mad.”

“..About me?”

He waited…and when she didn’t say more he prompted her softly, “…Anything you’d like to talk about, with me, sweetling?”

Her first thought was that she didn’t wish to sully his ears.

“…um..I-I don’t… I don’t wanna make the air feel gross.. repeating it..” she trailed into his tunic, unaccountably sheepish.

He pulled back to look at her, cupping her cheek, and made a face. “..That bad? No wonder you got angry.” A moment passed, as he studied her, gently stroking her cheek. She gazed back, taking in the contours of his expression, traced over in starlight. He was dear, indeterminably.

Her next thought was that it was hard, weirdly, to hold it to herself. Her jaw worked, as the wish to for once, share something of Olandria’s words fell upon her, and she fought with it.

“…I don’t like it,” he said quietly at last. “I dislike it, so much.. —Her, being able to say anything to you that makes you feel.. ‘gross’.”

“…s-she said you’re a freak,” she revealed, in a small voice, “f-for.. for liking me.”

…And she watched his jaw knot, as a sadness overcast his eyes.

“Ciri…” he breathed… swallowing, glancing delicately down, then back up to meet her, “….it kills me, that you should have to hear such things.”

He stroked his fingers along her face, with perfect care.

“You are incredibly, irresistibly likable… and I find my affection, perfectly ordinary.”

Feelings for him, welled in her chest, trapped inside its bony walls.

“..well, I have to say I don’t,” she whispered back, when she could.

“…give me the time, sweet girl. I will make you, see how commonplace my feelings truly are.” And he dipped, and gently pressed his velvety soft lips, to her brow.

“…Luke…” she faintly protested. She didn’t wish, to see that kiss, or his sentiments, as commonplace.

But in the end she couldn’t say more. She wanted him, to spend all the time in the world. Would give practically anything for it. How funny, to know such extremity.

“…Luke, thank you,” was all that she could manage.

His thumb tracked softly across her skin. “..thanks for telling me..” Every bit of him, was welcome.

She nodded, in acknowledgment, gripping his waist tightly to pull herself snugly in against him. “I haven’t really…g-gotten, to..before..,” she euphemised.

“..does it feel any lighter, getting it out? ..Is the air gross, now…”

“n-no.. um, It does feel better, actually. Somehow. E-even just the saying it..was nice. ..That’s funny.”

“..well it’s nice to confide, princess,” he said with a kind smile, “I’m not so surprised.” ..In a moment his smile gently faded, and he leaned his forehead against hers, and murmured, “…what else, did she say, little darling?”

She blushed, to be telling him this. “..S-she said, that I make poor conversation.” A snort sounded lightly and he muttered under his breath, “..repulsive woman…I vouch you’re much the superior conversationalist..” She couldn’t help a little smile, feeling grateful, blessed there with him… before she finally had to finish telling him embarrassedly, “…a-and that, I have to ask..s-squirrels for advice, on..”

Her voice became faint, “on, m-men..”

He was silent, for a time, as she hesitantly bit her lip. It was uncomfortable, to confess… because of course, it was true. Whatever else could be said of her, Olandria did not frequently miss her mark.

“…could they answer, that would be very cute,” he at last replied, in a gentle whisper, “..and I’m sure they’d have the better advice.” And though it was actually not surprising, she found herself struck yet again, at his kindness. He never failed, to treat her vulnerabilities with care. ..His lips had parted, as though there were more he would say, but nothing came out. Something soft, and almost sad, was in his face.

He at last found words to express it. “…I hate, when I have something pointed out to me, by her cruelty. This is the second time now, and it’s at least thrice too many. …..Would you like advice, on me, Ciri?” His jaw worked, lightly, as his eyes flicked across her face. “…because, I could set something up,” he mouthed, finally.

The offer startled a single, surprised and insecure laugh up out of her throat. “—W-What?” ..She blinked and composed herself to ask more completely, “W-what.. do you mean?”

He blushed. “..You might wish, to have someone to speak to about me, other than… me. It would make perfect sense. ..You could speak to Leia. Or Han… Both. That would be best. And R2, if I get a translator. 3PO would be good. ..He’s very accommodating, scrupulously polite, you would find him easy, to talk to. You could ask anything you wish. They’re all the ones who know me best. Anything you.. Anything you’d wish to know, but would maybe be reluctant, to ask me. Anything at all. They’d love to speak with you. I will put them at your disposal.”

She stared. All these people, from his life… just what was he suggesting? She hesitantly licked her lips, “…you… y-you’ll.. you will? What?”

“…Leia wants very much to meet you, anyway,” he expanded quietly, “and there’s no need to be nervous… She’s very kind, and I’ve only said good things.”

It brought her up short, all anew. He’d…? “…y-you mean you’ve… T-talked to her, about me?”

His eyes met hers in surprise. “Of course, I have,” he mouthed, almost silent, “You’re… You’re the girl, I’m…” He trailed off and looked down, helplessly, and she was sorry, to have put him in such a way. When he finished, his voice was fragile, delicate like a glass. “You’re who I wish, for.. my partner. Of course, I told my sister. …it’s… it’s kind of a big deal, for me.. E-even just to want, someone.”

She wished to ask more — ask after just what he’d said, ask after… Everything…. —But, his face. His voice. She couldn’t.

…Instead, she reached out to him, and lightly ran her finger along his gently sloping cheek… so that his eyes rose back up to hers. “Thank you, Luke. I appreciate your offer, very much… though I wouldn’t know what to ask, or what to say. I’ll have to think on it. I’m… I’m beyond flattered, and so very happy, that you spoke to your sister, a-about me.”

It won her a gentle, gratified little smile.

And he nodded, in acknowledgement. “..Yes, please think about it. And let me know. …I’ll ask again, later, in case..it’s hard. …Maybe… It might be easier, to start with the droids? Since you already know R2. And 3PO is a protocol droid, he won’t… He wouldn’t fail, to be meticulously helpful — though he’s a little out of touch I’ll admit — and he will definitely like you, very much. You’re just his sort. Sweet, and..” He smiled, warmly, looking at her.. Then cupped her cheek, and kissed her nose. “..Sweet, and kind, and polite, to all. He will love you. I…. I would love, for you to speak to him.”

She wondered, at his manner. It seemed to mean so much to him. “I won’t fail to, then.”

He nodded. “Thank you, Ciri… That makes me very happy. ..Are you alright?”

She nodded, readily. “..Are you?” —For it had seemed, for a moment there, that it was he, who needed comfort.

But he nodded, in turn, lightly stroking along her skin, with a smile. “Yes, princess. I am,” he quietly assured. “..Though I’m…” The ghost of a laugh escaped him, weakly, “—I’m so resentful…of her speaking to you.. of anything, she might try, to touch.. us.”

“…Luke..” she whispered, raising her hand to close over his, “..I’ve been ignoring her for years.. Thank you for coming to get me. And for comforting me. It’s beyond wonderful, to have someone do. ..But please don’t be concerned, about that…That’s not something she can do.”

He hesitated, then nodded. “…I know,” he acknowledged, with a blush, “I still don’t like her to try. Thank you, for reassuring me.” He glanced down, briefly. “…Are you truly OK? she was… Very cruel.”

And upon a moment’s inventory, since he was so persistent, she nodded, with a smile. “Yes, Luke, I am, now. I promise. Thank you for it. ..N-normally, I…” she trailed off.. then lamely finished, “…well.”

He waited, but she didn’t elaborate, so he carefully tongued his teeth and guessed, “…normally you wouldn’t wait by a balustrade right by the halls, where she might come find you. Normally, you’d be in the woods. Avoiding her. And everyone.” ..She nodded, somehow lightly sheepish. He paused, before quietly continuing his thought. “….Normally, if she caught you, you’d have to comfort yourself.”

The words made her gulp, and look down. It was true. …It was somewhat painful. His brow creased, in empathy, and ducked lightly into her, as his fingers slid between hers and squeezed. He tightened his arm about her back. “…Ciri, I am so, very sorry, my princess,” he murmured, “It’s my sincerest wish that your life may never be this kind of ‘normal’, again.”

She glanced up to him, wonderingly.. saw his lightly parted lips, silken-soft, near as breath. Then down to their clasped hands. He was the one element in her life, that separated all normality from everything strange, and lovely, and new. So….Never?

His sister wanted to meet her.

“..L-Luke, you…”

But she wasn’t sure, how to put what she felt.

She rubbed her forehead against him, and at last said quietly, “..You’re the sweetest thing I know. Thank you for coming to get me… I really do mean it.”

He kissed her cheek, and replied steadily, “…I will always, come get you, precious. ..So please don’t mention it.”

She blushed, even as her innards grew warm, in the light of what he’d said. Words from a pure fantasy. Something she actually might have dreamt of, once… when she was comforting herself, alone.

Was it any wonder, she found him hard to fathom?

“I’ll.. I’ll try,” she promised conservatively, fighting off the urge to thank him again right then, just for existing.

“Perfect,” he assured, “…and I’ll try to stop asking if you’re ok.” His lips twerked into a sheepish little grin. “—somehow I kinda wanna do it again, even though you’ve told me multiple times.”

She smiled, with a little laugh in spite of herself. “Your concern is so cute, Luke,” she observed… then sighed, and dropped her brow into his cheek. “I completely adore you.”

It made his face split open into a broad, delighted smile, cheeks crinkling, as the breath audibly soughed out of him, and he blushed, floridly. “..I am so thrilled, by your endearments,” he remarked with soft embarrassment, “..thank you, for saying so, Ciri. —You know that I adore you, too.”

His reaction very nearly filled her with guilt, not to say such things more frequently…not to have been saying them, the whole time, with most of her breaths.

But of course, he was so radiant, that it had been hard… Hard, for a small person, shelled over in mediocrity, such as herself.. to put her feelings at risk, by exposing them to the light of his observation.

“if…I’m brave…I-I’ll t-tell you, more often,” she offered.

But he only smiled, and shook his head, softly laughing, “no… Tell me the amount that comes naturally, Ciri. It’s enough. —It’s perfect. You’re perfect, to me, as you are.. And it’s the fact that my shy, quiet little girl, just couldn’t help but tell me she adores me, that thrills me so. …I missed you, precious. I’m so happy, to see you again.” And he dipped down, and kissed her… Soft, and careful, but firm.

His fingers wended into her hair, as the kiss deepened, and he suckled her lip into his mouth, with light insistence…giving her the greeting, he had missed; and she returned it, in kind. ..She had become privileged past privileged, to receive such affection, so freely, from him.

“little baby…” he sighed, as they parted, and the heat flared across her body.

“t-the way you call me that, i-is so different from her..” she breathed, looking up at him with big eyes.

“—Baby?”

She shook her head no, with a smile and an accidental laugh.

“..She called you little?” he said, quietly offended.

Silently, she nodded.

“She doesn’t get to call you that…” he declared.

“she c-calls me much worse..” she said, lightly amused.

His expression was briefly pained. “..yeah, but that one’s mine,” he eventually returned, “I want it, to call you by, for myself…and only for myself… So she can’t have it. She can butt out.”

It made her feel treasured. So that she smiled, as she said, “..well you’ll have to tell her so. Little purpose in it — you’ll only encourage her.”

…He nodded, somberly. “..An outrage,” he observed.

She commiserated, “The idea, that Master Skywalker should be forced to accept outrages..”

“—I can accept anything you have,” he insisted immediately, in solidarity. “…I will meditate on it, though.”

She smirked. “Is that how you handle your anger?” she lightly teased.

“It’s how I handle my anger,” he agreed.

And suddenly, she hugged him very close. “..Don’t be angry on my behalf, Luke. You make me very happy.”

He squeezed her tight, in turn. “I’m angry on my behalf, princess,” he wryly observed. “—But please don’t be troubled.. it’s not very Jedi-like, to feel this way, and I intend to keep myself, well in hand. …And I am so excited, to begin my evening with you, my beautiful girl..” he trailed, as he found her neck beneath her ear and gently kissed it. He let his nose nudge her..then kissed her again, openly, with his tongue. She felt his teeth lightly scrape her skin. “..so what is it, your sweet heart desires to do with me, pretty one?” he husked.

Her exhale was a little rough. “…C-come..come snuggle with me, Luke? ..I-it’s been a long day. I want you.. someplace private.”

He smiled beatifically, as he lifted her face up for him to kiss her mouth. “..Lead me, lovely.. I’d love to.”

So she obliged… reluctant as always as she slipped from his grasp. She slipped her hand into his as though it were second nature and pulled him away, toward the light, and he came, easily.

“…Why’d you call me that?” she asked as they ambled. “‘Highness’… You really don’t need to, you know.. i-it’s just Olandria..”

He answered with firm assurance, “—In front of her? I mean to set the example of being respectful.”

She flushed. “…O-oh..”

“…Thanks for kissing me back there, by the way, Ciri,” he took opportunity to add, softly.

“O-oh!” she blushed further. “Um.. Well of course! It’s.. I wanted to. I-I mean, I was sorta frustrated… n-not to..”

He smiled, toothily, “..Me too… well, kinda wanted to take you in my arms and just kiss you till you didn’t remember what was going on, actually. Fix it that way. —But, I didn’t wanna.. overstep, or.. embarrass you — Shy girl. …So it made me feel extra happy, when you went ahead.”

His description made her blush. “—Th-th-that’s good!” she stammered out. Then belatedly added, “…Um.. A-and, um, I’m sorry..”

He lightly snuffed, “—What? Why?”

It had not occurred to her, to reflect that he might not wish to be kissed before Olandria’s eyes, before she’d impulsively done just that. “I… um, well I didn’t really think a-about, h-how you might feel, Luke, um, b-before..”

“—Ciri,” he laughed, “I’m no longer even half so shy, as you. You don’t need to worry, about embarrassing me. Not ever. —You made me feel proud. If anything.”

She was silent a moment, turning it over in her head. “..Oh.. O-Ok. —Proud?”

“Incontestably.”

…Coming to a conclusion she blushed and seized his hand, extra tight. “..In that case, I… well, I guess I kinda like, for her to know… th-that you like me, Luke..”

He turned soft eyes upon her. “—Well I like it too,” he murmured, quietly pregnant.

“Ciri.” he said.

Something in his tone stopped her steps, and she looked up — smoothly, he leaned in to take a kiss…bringing his hand up to brace her jaw, as his lips embraced hers.

She gave him a silly, pleased grin, after.

He returned her a sparkly little smile, letting himself gently thumb her bottom lip before he let go, the pretty lines flanking his mouth gently graving. “..Since you like it, princess… Would you come to a party, with me?” he asked hopefully.

“—H-huh?” she stumbled, with a laugh.

Eyes gleaming, he said, “I wasn’t sure how to ask.. But, Ciri, I’m asking you to be my date. To Sonenfest.”

She hesitated in surprise.

“…Your dad expects me to go,” he explained, at her hesitance, “—and I don’t know what to say to get out of it and spend my evening with you, but I don’t wanna be there without you.. —And I’d wait for you there and hope that you’d turn up like you did last time I had to go to a party, but….” his lopsided smile relaxed, into a meaningful expression, as he finished, “..but, I find I prefer to arrive with you, from the beginning, as your escort. —Or, with you as mine - whichever. Both. ….so.. Accompany me?”

She blushed, and cast her gaze shyly down between them, holding his hand very tightly and fighting down the sense of unreality perfusing the situation, as an image of her sweeping into a crowded hall on his arm entered her mind. “People will think it’s so weird…” she murmured, thinking of Olandria and a dozen lesser faces.

He raised her hand, between them, and placed his free palm gently over it. “Of course I will go alone..and just hope.. if you feel too nervous, princess. —of course. —And even if you said yes, you can always just back out — Seriously, there’s no pressure. …But I don’t care what they will think. I will think, I’m the luckiest man in the room.”

She looked up, into his soft, warm eyes. He was so improbable… He brought her knuckles to his plush lips and kissed them, softly, and whispered, “…and well, to be honest… whatever else they may think, I wish them to think.. I wish them to see, me.. captivated by you.” She gulped, hard, at his choice of phrasing.

Color had filled his cheeks, and now made its way up his forehead and out to the very tips of his ears, reddening them adorably. “..It’s… a rather silly little fantasy, of mine, I suppose,” he softly continued his confession, “…Something about… something about the way they all admire me, even here.. just for being. —While you, they’ve so ignored… I want them to see me, doing the opposite. …I want them to see me enthralled.”

A startled laugh caught in her throat. ..His admission was very forward. Thinking about it, made her surfaces grow plump, with blood.

She was nothing to admire. All of them knew it. Only he, was confused on that point.. and she was loathe to correct him.

..Composing herself, she lightly snuffed, “W-want some of your stardom, to rub off on me?”

His cheeks blazed. “Something like that.. Yes,” he confirmed softly, “…Do you find my fancy… crass?”

“No, L-Luke.. Of course not. Nothing about you is crass. I— I’m very flattered, for you to feel that way, about me. …A-and of course, I’ll come.”

He gave her a shy, hopeful little smile, and asked cautiously, “..yeah?”

She nodded, and firmed up to confirm, “Y-yeah.”

Suddenly he beamed, from ear to ear, brightly sparking even through the shade. “Thank you, Ciri!!” he said fervidly, “I promise I will do everything.. to make sure you don’t regret this.” He blushed, as he admitted, “..I know.. That it’s not exactly your cup of caf.”

“..Y-you’re my cup of caf,” she replied softly.

“..That’s right, I am,” he gently grinned, meaning that differently. He rubbed his face against her palm and kissed it, and kissed her — several times for good measure, then resumed walking with a pleased grin, and a lilt in his step.

He did things so frequently, that made her wonder, in more ways than one.

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lesbianjackies · 2 years ago

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☄️luke skywalker masterlist☄️

key: ❤︎︎ - fluff, ☁︎︎ - angst, ★ - smut

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lukefics · 2 years ago

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i’ve officially started writing my first luke x reader one shot/request! watch this space 👀

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aureliagone · 2 years ago

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just dropped the next chapter for my Luke & Vader text fic! Everyone loves it. Also it’s longer than usual, so it might take longer to read than forty seconds wow

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lex-the-flex · 1 month ago

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My Soul in Her

Luke Skywalker x reader

Summary: Longing to erase the sensitivity of your personal connection with the Force, an emotional decision brings you closer to Luke Skywalker as he knows how to help.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warning(s): MEGA FLUFF, very little plot, talk of a broken Force-bond, slight sadness, established relationship, a slight fight, Luke being a loving man and taking care of the reader, SMUT – 18 + loss of virginity, oral (f! receiving), and skin and body appreciation (both sides).

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day to me…

Encasing your mind to the gentleness of the salty sea air, the faint scent of celestial lilies and rosemary calm your senses whilst the island across the lake taunts you endlessly. Silently skipping stones into the clear water, all you can do is respectfully fight the urge to swim over to the shore. Just for some peace and quiet. But instead, you choose not to and you close your eyes and still your breath.

Extending your palm to the ground, the waves become muffled as the sensation of the Force flowing through the very fingerprints and veins of your hand slowly spreads through your arm and ends at your elbow. Concentrating on a single smooth stone that litters the pebbled beach, the rock barely hovers above the toe of your boot. Refusing to take flight, you try harder, and suddenly a stinging breath captures the airways of your lungs, causing you to lose all your focus.

Clasping the center of your chest, tears well in your e/c eyes that were once full of life, and the lake’s waves radiate against your eardrums with a sudden realization. The Force had departed from your body. Never to return.

Wiping away your tears, the same pebble that you struggled to lift rises and perfectly skips across the water.

“I know what you’re trying to do. …And it’s not helping.” You announce to your lone audience member.

“I’m sorry. I thought it would make you feel better.” Luke answers, descending the garden steps.

“It seems nothing can make me feel better and you know it.” You reply.

“Don’t say that. It’s too early to start punishing yourself.” Luke says.

Placing his hand on your shoulder, his touch alone makes you want to melt into him. But you can’t, not when your mind isn’t clear. So you don’t say anything.

“I hate to see you like this, Y/N. To watch you drown in your own sorrow, choosing to stay inside, having your meals in your room. It’s heartbreaking.” Luke continues, turning to face you.

Your bottom lip slightly quivers at Luke’s observations, silently knowing that he is right.

“Tell me.” He whispers before you.

Tracing the outline of your face, he brings two fingers below your chin, and you face him fully.

“After… we were separated, something happened. The bomb, it— Not only did it tear us apart, but it broke my Force-bond to you. Our bond that you first felt on Dagobah, …it’s gone. It tore our relationship in half. And without it, I can no longer sense you, feel you, and I’m starting to become a stranger to the Rebellion. It’s obvious. Even Han of all people can tell. It’s why I…” You explain, but you can’t finish.

“It’s why I sensed your “death.” But it is the Force breaking around you. I knew there was something else to it. Is that why you refuse to use your lightsaber?” Luke questions, tilting down to your level.

All you can do is nod.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. It’s like you’ve always said: ‘Don’t lose faith.’ If we start your training tomorrow morning, then we can go back to –“ He starts, stepping away from you.

“What? ‘Start training?’ Do you know how difficult this is for me? How closed off I feel? What training will solve that? I’ve tried everything with Jacob when he melted down that Carbonite! We spent five long years accomplishing nothing! Nothing worked, Luke!” You shout at the blonde, pushing him away with all your might.

“Commander Upshur told me everything. You had successes, too.” Luke rebuttals, shocked by your tone.

“I understand that we are the first of the new Jedi, Luke. I really do. But you need to let me process this. I need time to heal for myself. And right now, I want to do this alone.” You order, leaving your closet acquaintance alone on the beach.

*****

Sleep doesn’t come easy for you. The gentle sound of crickets and the cool breeze makes you toss and turn even more. Sitting up, an empty sigh releases itself from your lips. Running your fingers through your hair, you’re suddenly at a loss for what to do, it was as if you had no one.

Then, in the next few calm seconds, a light fluttering fills the depths of your chest. Like someone was calling to you.

‘Come to me.’

Luke’s words echo through you, causing you to shake. Swallowing your fear, you follow his light demand, ultimately curious to see where this will take you. Wandering through the dimly lit Palace hallways, Luke’s declaration grows louder and stronger as you reach a door that you’ve never seen before.

Closing your palm around the ornate handle, you push the door open, only to have a gasp bubble in your throat. Luke stands on the other side, expecting you.

“You’re here.” He says, letting you in.

“You called.” You reply.

Nervously crossing the threshold, Luke closes the door behind you, and the sight of the room leaves you speechless. Remnants of an old study appear to have been converted into a bedroom with a view. Yet, knowing Luke, the room has slightly returned to its original form.

Delicate star shaped pendant lights hang from the ceiling, surrounding the room is a soft golden glow, reflecting the real ones from outside. Dark colored sheets of silk curtains blow in the breeze as light ones cover the bed in a secluded old marble wading pool. Walking over to a wooden desk, scattered pieces of Luke’s equipment litter the surface. Multiple lightsaber pieces, broken fragments of kyber crystals, and wiring tools linger about.

“Is this place yours?” You cautiously ask.

“It is. Seeing how Leia and I have returned to our Mother’s domain, it’s only right that she pulled some strings for us. Not that I’m complaining.” Luke explains, with his back to you.

“Of course she did.” You chuckle.

Turning around to face Luke, he does the same in perfect unison from the tiny kitchenette in the corner. Suddenly you’re greeted with him. All of him. His impeccable physique nearly knocks you off your own two feet. The way his powerful muscles linger against his broad frame cause you to clear your throat. Sure, you had seen Luke shirtless before, but why did it have to be in the dim and slightly romantic lighting did you have to notice?

Well, someone like Luke can certainly change in five years.

Handing you a glass of water, you bring your gaze up to his own, until you notice the white silk scarf hanging from his shoulders. It was the same one you bought for him in Mos Eisley when you both met for the first time. When he revealed his Jedi status to you before returning to aid his friends at Jabba’s Palace.

Taking one of the ends in your hand, a small smile fills your lips, delighted to know he still carries it.

“You still have it.” You say, moving to sit on the desk.

“Of course. I never dreamed of giving this away. Even when you were gone, this scarf was the only way I remained close to you. But you’re here, now.” Luke replies, setting down your glass of water.

A moment of silence erupts from the two of you. While you both didn’t need to say anything, you try to, but can’t.

“Where do you feel that the Force-bond resides? If you had to pick a place for it?” Luke asks.

“It’s here. I know that to be true.” You reply, placing your hand in the dead center of your chest.

“You’re sure?” Luke questions.

“Yes, it feels weak every time I reach out.” You explain, folding your hands.

Luke gives you an understanding nod. Leaning closer, your lips are suddenly inches apart and your breath is caught in your throat.

“What are you doing?” You whisper through half-lidded eyes.

“Rectifying the situation, that’s all.” Luke replies

Fully closing your eyes, you’re suddenly numb by your reconnected lover’s presence.

“What about the Code?” You mumble.

“Well, it’s like you reminded me: we are the first of the new.” Luke answers, tilting his head closer.

Closing the gap between the two of you, Luke gently presses his lips to yours, surrounding you with his arms. Unconsciously parting your knees, Luke deepens the kiss before standing in between your legs. Running your fingers through his dirty blonde hair, a groan escapes his chest the second he effortlessly lifts you off the desk.

Placing you on the edge of his bed, Luke breaks the kiss, much to your dismay.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” He asks, lightly cupping your face.

“Yes. I want this with you. Only you.” You reply, holding Luke’s hands.

Tilting his head toward you, he moves down to kiss your neck and a gasp escalates from your lips. Unbuttoning your nightshirt, Luke discards it from your frame, and tosses it behind him, along with the rest of your clothes shortly afterward.

Instinctively shielding yourself from him, Luke helps ease the tension and places the silk scarf on the floor. Reaching behind you, he adjusts the place where he was once sleeping, making it more comfortable.

“Don’t be shy, you can rest now, sweetheart.” Luke announces.

Unsheathing your protective hands from your bare skin, Luke tosses his ebony cloak to the side from beneath the bedding and gives you all of his attention. Kissing you once more, you calmly follow his lead and lay down in the warm sanctuary of pillows and softness. Standing before you, the sight of his physique puts you in an almost trance-like state. Seeing him without his gear was once a luxury you never thought you could afford. Now, you realize that these visions lead you here, they were calling to you from the future.

Slowly crawling his way up your body, Luke kisses your skin with adoration. Reaching your thighs, you gasp as his soft lips trace over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Hovering over your core, Luke teases you with an almost devilishly hungry smirk whilst the two of you make eye contact.

Running his pink lips over your throbbing folds, you prop yourself up on your elbows to make sure he doesn’t hurt you.

But he would never.

Parting your folds with his tongue, a shaky moan escapes your mouth. Gripping your hips in his hands, Luke holds you in place as he nudges your sensitive entrance with his lips. His icy blue eyes stare into your very soul as he presses his tongue into your slick opening, earning a cry from you. Swirling around in your bundle of nerves, Luke’s grip grows tighter, keeping you together. Trying your best to keep your eyes on Luke, every flick and beat brings sounds from your being that are more precious than every instrument in the Palace’s War Room.

Falling back to the plush bedding, Luke brings a free hand to gently knead one of your breasts, his digits carefully massage the tender goosebump ridden skin. Gripping Luke’s wrist, you smoothly cum on his tongue, allowing your taste to fill his mouth.

Wiping his lips, Luke slowly ascends up your body and perfectly nestles into your hips. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he strokes himself, pumping the tip of his cock. Encasing his cloak around the two of you, Luke aligns himself with your virgin hole, teasing your slick folds with his tip.

Moaning at the foreign feeling, you grip Luke’s veiny forearms, squeezing his hot skin. That was all he needed. Sliding himself past your entrance, the two of you moan in harmony at this feeling. Burying his face in your neck, Luke leisurely moves his hips forward, gently thrusting his way into you. Longing to be deep inside you, he selfishly couldn’t help but imagine what this would be like. From the moment you appeared back into each other’s lives, he knew that this is how he could help you.

Gripping his muscular back, you expect any form of pain, but there wasn’t any. Euphoria washes itself over your body as Luke descends your collarbones and kisses the center of your chest. Thrusting his manhood deeper inside you, you can feel the spark in between your breasts grow bigger and stronger.

The Force was coming back to you.

Feeling your walls squeezing around Luke’s cock, a growl rises in broad chest. Slightly quickening his pace, a fluttering sensation fills your core. Pressing your nails against his freckled and scarred skin, Luke rides out your orgasm in pure awe of you. Lifting your hips with his own, you let go and Luke cums after you, filling you with his warmth. Scratching his back, his skin burns as he exits from your core, and you scream his name. Stroking your thigh with his free hand, Luke prompts you to relax, and you release your legs from around his waist.

“I love you.” Luke whispers in the dark.

Refusing to break your grip, Luke cups the sides of your face, kissing you softly. Suddenly, the strong connection of the Force fills your soul with all its might, granting you the wisdom and power you thought was gone. Breaking the kiss, Luke points to an object on his nightstand. Reaching out, you levitate a set of pens off the table before setting them down on the wooden surface.

Glancing back towards Luke, he gives you a nod of approval, acknowledging your feat.

“You alright?” He asks.

It was as if the world stopped. Tears begin to form in your eyes as your quiet sobs and cries of happiness fill the room. Nudging your nose with his own, your lips find his. Scratching his scalp, the strong connection between your souls grows exponentially just as your cries turn back into soft moans.

Surrounding himself around your frame, Luke lays you on your side, and never lets go until you both fall in love with one another all over again.

“I love you too.” You answer, nuzzling yourself into Luke’s arms.

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skywlker-sluvtt · 1 year ago

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𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝑻𝒘𝒐

𝒍𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓 + 𝒑𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈

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luke x fem!reader warnings: pegging, sub!luke, mommy kink, degrading, use of the nickname "puppy" word count: 812

“Are you sure it’ll feel good?” Luke asked. “It’ll feel just like my fingers do, even better” You reassured him. Tilting his chin you admired his shiny eyes. He couldn’t get over how beautiful you looked wearing the strap. The harness tight around your hips fitting every curve perfectly. The big pink cock looked intimidatingly attractive. “You’ve gotta get me ready baby” You teased taking the silicone in your hand. He bit his lip gently admiring the way you stroked it. “Mommy” He whined. “You can do it baby, open wide” You encouraged carding your fingers through his soft mop of hair. Luke grabbed the base of the strap delicately before his mouth met the tip. “Good boy” You grinned. Mimicking your usual movements he worked his tongue around it as if it was a real cock.

He looked so gorgeous gagging on your silicone dick. Saliva dripped down his mouth and tears welled in his eyes. “Nice and deep darling, all the way down” You whispered as he worked the object further and further down his throat. Luke hummed around it working it as best he could. “You look so pretty sucking my strap” You smirk tugging on his hair. With one more firm suck he pulled back with a pop. Your dildo soaked in his spit. He let out a needy whimper. “Please, mommy I need it” Luke whispered.

You could see how painfully hard he was. His tip a throbbing red as cum dribbled down his base. “Look how needy” You mumbled pushing him against the bed. “I want you to relax okay? Let mommy do everything” His breathing was laboured, clearly nervous as you wrapped your hand around his base pumping him slowly while adding lube to your cock. Luke let out desperate whines just from the teasing. “Please, m’ready” He groans. “Relax alright?” You remind him, maneuvering his body to be in between his thighs.

Running your fingers up and down his inner thighs had him squirming with anticipation for you. The long pink object looked delicious, the ribbed edges would feel amazing inside him. Luke wet his lips watching you press the tip against his ass. You continued to jerk him off hoping to ease any discomfort the new stretch caused. As you pushed in, Luke let out a high-pitched whine. The stretch was much different compared to your fingers. The burn gave him an orgasmic kind of sensation. “You’re doing so well Lukey” You mumbled watching his face contort with pleasure.

As you pulled out and thrust back in he let out a strangled moan of pleasure. The feeling of the cock inside of him felt incredible. “Feel so full” He moaned. “Feels good doesn’t it?” “Yes m-mommy” He whimpered. Your thrusts were slow letting him get used the the intense sensation against his prostate. The silicone rubbing against him was overwhelmingly good. He withered beneath you clawing at the pillow above him. “Aww you sound so pathetic with my cock inside you” You grinned. “Mommy faster please faster!” He begged.

You pulled all the way out of him admiring his pretty little hole before pounding back into him. Thrusts unforgiving as he trembled beneath you. He looked so good like this, tears pouring down his cheeks from the stimulation and drooling down his chin. “Such a dumb puppy for me aren’t you? Drooling everywhere for my cock” You smirked wiping the spit from his face and using it on his cock. “Y-Yes, just a dumb p-puppy for mommy” He repeated watching your tits swing with each thrust. You looked like a goddess above him, pounding his tight ass.

Luke felt so submissive beneath you, more so than usual. The feeling flooded every nerve in his body setting them all on fire. Every time you touched him he jolted with pleasure. Beads of precum dripped down his cock constantly like he was on the edge of an orgasm. The heat in his stomach grew and he let out a long whine. “I’ve barely even touched your cock and you’re already gonna cum? How pathetic” You teased. His blue eyes became dark with desire and he couldn’t hold back lifting his hips to hump the air hopelessly.

“Cum for me my love, let me have it” You smirked admiring his helpless and horny state. “Fuck mommy!” He choked out as ropes of cum spilled from his cock. You smiled wide as it coated his chest and stomach. “Good boy, let it all out” You smiled slowly your strokes careful not to overstimulate him too much. As you slow down he goes limp with a dopey smile on his face. “That was exhilarating” He whispered. “Exhilarating? That’s a big word for someone who got his brains fucked out” Luke hummed incoherently at the comment before you whispered in his ear. “Now I want you to ride me”

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dazaih · 14 days ago

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wingman - luke skywalker x reader

you can find the previous chapters here

chapter seven -> the show

chapter warnings: making out in public, drinking, sexual humor, slightly stereotypical college tropes, luke is a freak

a/n: sorry this one took so long! not super happy with it but i hope you guys enjoy anyway :p

You had returned to class a few days ago, readjusting a bit difficult after your brief absence. The ache in your ribs and inability to use your hand served as painful reminders of what had transpired that night. Han’s first day back was today, and although you thought it was far too soon, he at least would be seeing Leia in class later. Since she knew what happened, you hoped that she might be a source of comfort for him. As you left your lecture, you were pulled from your thoughts by your phone buzzing in your pocket.

Luke: heyyy! i just passed han! is he back?

You hadn’t talked to Luke since you’d essentially fondled him in your bedroom several days ago, so the text surprised you. You stared at it for a second before deciding to reply.

You: yeah it’s his first day back. hope he and leia can get along today lol

Luke: ohhhh same but i’m sure she’ll be happy to have him in class again! i think she’s missed him >:)

Luke: sooooo does that mean ur back too?

You: yes i got back a few days ago actually

There was a beat of silence, and you could see him switching between typing and not typing a few times, the three dots disappearing and reappearing in a brief cycle of apparent deliberation.

Luke: u were supposed to lmk </3 heart is broken. don’t think i’ll recover tbh

Luke either just consistently texted like a teenage girl, or he was flirting with you. Deciding to test the waters, you sent him a message back.

You: my bad my bad i’ll make it up to u babe

His response was immediate.

Luke: YOOOO

Luke: what if we get lunch like. right now. i’m on campus

You laughed, but you had to admit that having someone be so excited to see you was a good feeling. Even if your relationship was largely fabricated, Luke did seem to genuinely enjoy your company.

You: ok i’m leaving class rn. food court or dining hall?

Luke: food court ok with u? i want sushi

With that, you told him you’d meet him there, and then made your way to the agreed upon destination. You were pretty nervous about being seen with him in the food court, as it was usually pretty crowded. Still, that wasn’t a good enough reason to avoid him, so you anxiously let your feet carry you there.

Despite the density of the room, Luke was easy to spot. He stood out in any crowd, something about his demeanor incredibly radiant and eye-catching, his mere presence enough to make people turn their heads. To your surprise, he spotted you pretty quickly too, and excitedly waved you over. When he did, a few people around him glanced in your direction, their curiosity getting the better of them as they wondered whom Luke Skywalker could be so excited to see. Your face flushed.

“Hey!” he greeted you enthusiastically, standing as close to you as he possibly could without actually touching you.

“Hi,” you replied somewhat shyly, hoping the rosiness of your cheeks went unnoticed by him.

“How’s your day going?” he asked, not bothering to be subtle as he looked you over, seemingly studying every detail of your appearance.

“It’s okay. Been really tired recently, but I guess that’s to be expected,” you replied, looking down at your shoes.

You almost jumped out of your skin when he gently wedged a finger underneath your chin, nudging your face upwards so you were forced to meet his eyes. You could feel countless stares on you, and you were wondering how far Luke was willing to commit to this if he was likely driving away other potential suitors by being intimate with you in public.

“You have dark circles under your eyes,” he observed, cocking his head at you. You were puzzled.

“Uh, sorry,” you said, not really sure how you were supposed to respond, “I guess I usually wear concealer.”

“I wasn’t suggesting that you should wear concealer,” he replied, giggling, “Just that you should get some rest tonight.”

“Right,” you mumbled awkwardly, the eyes of your peers burning holes into your skull, your skin searing from the red hot embarrassment of it all. You had never received so much attention in your life, and all you were doing was standing in front of the sushi counter at your school’s food court.

He ushered you towards the counter, making you order first so he could pay for it without having to put up with your protests. He also insisted on carrying it to the table for you, saying that you shouldn’t have to since your wrist was broken. You all found a seat against the wall, tucked out of the way but not fully shielded from the prying eyes of your classmates. When you were about to take a seat, Luke stopped you, putting a hand on your shoulder to get your attention.

“You face the wall,” he told you knowingly, “It’ll keep your back turned towards them. I can pretend not to notice, so I’ll face this way.”

You were speechless for a moment, but you supposed you shouldn’t have been surprised that he picked up on your apprehension. Luke was observant. Sitting down, you sighed, putting your head in your hands for a moment before looking back up at him.

“I’m sorry,” you said sincerely, taking a deep breath to steady yourself, “I fly under the radar most of the time. It’s just new to me.”

“You shouldn’t be the one apologizing. It’s my fault for not asking if you would be okay with people ogling you while you’re trying to eat,” he replied, seemingly embarrassed.

“It’s not your fault,” you assured him, offering him a smile, “I mean, I guess I’m friends with Han, and he attracts all sorts of attention. I’ll adapt.”

Luke laughed, accepting your affirmations as some relief set into his shoulders. He relaxed a little, opening the lid on his sushi container and cracking his chopsticks apart. He sighed happily when he took the first bite, a blush creeping up on your cheeks when you recalled how him eating chocolate in your room escalated to your hands grasping his chest. That look of mischief you had become so familiar with shone in his eyes, and you immediately knew that his mind had drifted there too.

“Behave,” you warned, narrowing your eyes at him.

“You know that doesn’t deter me, right? I could listen to you say that over and over again. It’s hot.”

“Luke, we’re at school!” you exclaimed, his confession turning your already red face a deeper shade of crimson. You weren’t sure how much of what he was saying was true, but you couldn’t deny that you were flustered by his words.

He laughed then, bright and cheery as always, looking at you like you were the most fun he’d ever experienced. His gaze sank deeper into your skin and reached your bones, making them ache with the yearning you were starting to feel towards him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, still giggling a bit, “You make it too easy.”

“Why can’t you just eat normally? Why do you have to make everyone around you wonder if you’re trying to be erotic?” you asked, rubbing your temple with your good hand before taking a bite of your own roll.

“I love food,” he replied, shrugging, “Always ate the same shit growing up, so I like having so many options now. And it’s also possible that I’m exaggerating a little bit to mess with you.”

“I figured,” you huffed, though your brain had grabbed onto something else he said, “You didn’t grow up rich?”

He paused, his chopsticks unmoving and even his chewing coming to a halt, his eyes scanning the room for a moment before falling back on you.

“No,” he muttered, voice quiet, “Damn. Didn’t even realize that I gave myself away. You’re good. Don’t tell anyone that, please.”

You had a million questions for him, your curiosity about his life increasing by the minute, but he clearly hadn’t meant to reveal that to you.

“I don’t really care,” you reassured him, pushing your questions to the back of your mind for the sake of his comfort, “You won’t believe this, but I didn’t grow up rich either.”

He laughed, relaxing again as he looked at you fondly, a bit more somber now but definitely calmer than he had been just a moment ago. He gave you a smile that told you he appreciated your willingness to move on, and you decided then that if he smiled at you like that, you were content with being patient.

“So,” he said, mischief returning to his expression, “I’ve been scheming, as you might say.”

“Oh boy,” you replied, grinning, “About our favorite couple, I’m assuming.”

“Of course,” he confirmed, leaning so that his face was closer to yours, “So, two weeks from now, there’s a concert. Local bar. Two bands are playing. That’s the type of thing you and your friends enjoy, yeah?”

“Right,” you told him, nodding, “But we couldn’t mosh or anything since my wrist is broken and Han is all sorts of fucked up, so we might not be very fun company.”

“No, that’s alright. That’s not what’s important,” he continued, “There’s a band making their debut there on that night. You can stand by the bar if you want, no pressure to go out into the crowd at all. I think you guys will enjoy it regardless.”

“I feel like you’re omitting some information,” you pointed out, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Well, yeah, but it’s nothing bad. And Leia will be there.”

You briefly recalled the conversation you’d had with Luke when you’d first met his friends, the mention that Leia was really into punk and alternative music surprising enough for you to note.

“I’ll do my best to get us there,” you told him.

He beamed at you, resting his chin on his hand as he mused over his plan, the details of which you weren’t privy to.

“I think it’ll put things into motion,” he said ominously, seemingly to himself.

He changed the topic after that, asking you about which movies you’d watched recently and if there was anything you thought he might like. In return, you asked him about how his recovery was going, and he told you that he would be cleared to participate in practice again soon, as his concussion had waned. You talked for the next hour, pausing every now and then to actually eat like you had intended to.

Overall, it had been a pretty good time. You were never able to shake the stares of your peers fully, but once they realized that nothing much would come of gawking at the two of you, they largely minded their own business. You bid him farewell and thanked him for the food, promising to see him again soon.

When you got back to your apartment, Chewie had started making dinner. Meatloaf, it looked like. You helped out where you could, though your injury made it more challenging than you would’ve liked. You were anticipating Han’s arrival any second now, but you were left in waiting. As the minutes ticked by and eventually reached an hour, you grew anxious. Finally, you decided to call.

“What?” he answered after the third ring, voice a whisper.

“Where are you?” you replied, ignoring his abrasive tone. That was just Han.

“Library with Leia. I got really pissed off in class today because I didn’t know what was goin’ on, so now we’re here.”

“Oh,” you said, a bit dumbfounded by this information, “Well, Chewie made meatloaf. You should ask her if she wants to stop by for dinner.”

You heard him mumbling, likely inviting Leia over, and then you could vaguely hear her voice too.

“She has to go to practice after this,” he told you, sounding bored.

“Practice? For what?”

“Geez, I don’t know, kid. I’m not gonna sit here and interrogate her. I’ll be home later, alright? We can watch somethin’ on TV.”

“Okay,” you murmured, not really sure what else to say to that.

He muttered a quick goodbye to you and hung up. Without thinking twice about it, you immediately texted Luke.

You: they’re at the library together right now…

You explained the situation to Chewie as fixed some asparagus to go with your meal, telling him about the show in two weeks and asking if he’d be interested. He nodded, an amused expression on his face as he continued to cook. A few minutes later, you got a text back from Luke.

Luke: no wayyyyy they’re evolving

Luke: ask him about the show when he gets back!

You weren’t sure what was up with Luke’s insistence, especially considering how the last show went for you all, but you shrugged it off.

You supposed you’d find out soon enough.

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You hadn’t seen Luke any since lunch that day, but you’d texted him a few times over the past two weeks. You all didn’t say anything of much importance to each other, nor did you talk very frequently, but it was nice to know that he hadn’t completely forgotten about you as his practice schedule picked up again and he resumed his normal life.

Han hadn’t needed much convincing to go to the show, as he hadn’t been out on the town since the incident. You had told him Leia would be there, so when he came out of his room dressed in his nice brown coat instead of the Carhartt again, you mentally cheered. Maybe he cared about looking nice for her after all.

“You look good,” you told him. The bruises on his face had healed some in the past several days, and he was starting to look a little more like himself again. It was refreshing.

“I know,” he replied smugly, seemingly excited to feel a bit more normal—well, as excited as Han could seem to be.

Chewie stood by the doorway, scrolling on his phone. He was wearing a beanie this time with his long hair down, glasses perched on his nose and a blue flannel tucked into his black jeans.

“And so do you!” you cheered, walking over to Chewie and smoothing out his eyebrows with your thumb. Unlike Han, he didn’t make much of a fuss when you tried to detail his appearance, allowing you to exercise your cosmetic expertise to your heart’s content. He rolled his eyes and smiled at you, gesturing to your outfit and giving you a thumbs up.

“Thanks,” you said, understanding his meaning immediately. He thought you looked nice too.

“Yeah, not horrible,” Han added, glancing over your outfit. It was one of your favorites, teetering the line between your casual attire and something a bit nicer. You wore Han’s black coat, as it was slightly baggier than your own, concealing your cast pretty well. You didn’t want people walking on eggshells around you all night because you were hurt.

With that, the three of you departed, your walk downtown leisurely as Han and Chewie split a cigarette. You were in a good mood, glad that the three of you were going out again. It’s also possible that you were a little bit excited to see Luke too.

When you all walked into the bar, you felt at ease. These types of venues were what you were used to, classic college bars with live music. Before bothering to find Luke and Leia, sure that they were likely in the company of others and wouldn’t be bothered by your absence, you went on a quest for drinks. You would probably have to hang out near the back anyway due to your injuries, so being leaned up against the bar didn’t seem like that bad of a call. You ordered something strong and sipped your drink peacefully, taking in the atmosphere and anticipating the band’s performance.

“We oughta take a shot,” Han mumbled to you, “Whiskey.”

You laughed and agreed, knowing that being a little tipsier would help you relax. After the shot and downing your first drink, you moved onto a second, you and Han talking and in your own little world. It was then that you looked across the room and saw a tighter crowd of people, and you instantly knew that Luke had to be the center. Han noticed too, and the two of you watched as you caught glimpses of him every now and then. Unusually, he wore all dark colors today, his sweater a dark gray and his pants black, beat up converse on his feet. He was drunk of course, hand clutched around a drink you couldn’t quite identify. You watched as a girl placed her hand on his chin, appearing to look at the fresh scar under his lip. He was relatively nonreactive, politely smiling at her and probably answering questions about his injuries. To your surprise, though, he never put his hands on her, nor did he lean into her touch.

“Gonna handle that?” Han asked you, taking another sip of his drink and watching the scene before him unfold.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you said simply, though you did take some joy in the fact that Luke didn’t seem to be reciprocating her advances.

“You’re staring daggers into that girl’s head.”

“I am not,” you insisted, downing the rest of your drink and ordering another.

“Sure, kid,” he said dismissively, “Didn’t take you for the jealous type.”

Before you could defend yourself, Luke met your eyes. His smile widened, he appeared to apologize to the girl he was talking to, and he immediately departed from the group that had crowded around him. They watched him go curiously, slowly trailing as to not give themselves away as being dependent on his presence, but you tried to pay them little attention.

“Hey!” he greeted you excitedly, putting his drink down next to you and pulling you into a hug. You squawked in surprise, but eventually wrapped your arms around him as well, returning his affection.

He didn’t let go of you for what felt like an awkwardly long time, and you made eye contact with Han in a silent plea for advice. He rolled his eyes at you and shook his head, the smallest of grins playing at his lips.

“Missed you,” Luke drunkenly confessed as he pulled away, though his hands had dropped to your waist, “I’ve been waiting for you to get here all night.”

You were stunned into silence for a moment before finally swallowing hard, mustering the courage to speak.

“It’s good to see you,” you told him awkwardly, his hands on you making your heart rate accelerate more than you liked to admit, “You look really good in black.”

He beamed at you, his cheeks flushing a little under the vibrant lighting of the venue, and brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“You think so?” he asked teasingly, leaning into you as he spoke.

“Don’t go fishing for compliments,” you told him lightheartedly, “How much have you had to drink?”

“Not enough. Wanna take a shot with me? Or a shooter? I’ll pay, of course.”

“You really have to stop buying me things.”

“Nah. I like buying you things,” he countered, grinning as he ordered you a drink.

He had ordered you green tea shooters, which you’d never had before but sounded so much like something he would enjoy that you were eager to partake. Before you knew what was happening, he gripped your chin and tilted your head back a bit, the glass of the shooter pressing against your lips.

“Open,” he told you, his confidence that you’d do whatever he asked almost making your knees buckle. You did, the alcohol slipping past your lips and going straight to your head—or maybe the way Luke was looking at you was the cause for your drunkenness, you weren’t sure. Both were likely explanations.

Luke didn’t give you the chance to pull the same maneuver on him, quickly downing his shooter and smiling innocently at you. In the meantime, Chewie had appeared at the bar, presumably to distract Han from Luke’s hands on you. When he gave you a brief look, you knew your assumption had been correct, and he smiled and rolled his eyes at you when you mouthed a quick thank you to him.

“Wanna stand in the back? Close to the bar but still in the crowd. No one should shove us there,” he proposed, seemingly also at least somewhat aware of Han’s guard being up around him.

You nodded, following him into the back of the crowd and finding a good window between some of the taller individuals to get a pretty solid view of the stage, especially considering where you were standing. You had taken your regular drinks along with you, and you sipped yours as casually as you could, knowing that a lot of eyes were on you despite your position at the back of the crowd.

“Will Han kill me if I make out with you in front of everyone tonight?” he asked you, cheeks flushed and pupils blown wide from the alcohol. You nearly choked on your drink, and you had to take a deep breath to stabilize yourself before you could manage a reply.

“That’s—Are you sure you want to do that?”

“What?” he said, laughing at your question, “Why wouldn’t I? Are you sick or something?”

Thoughts swirled around your mind, bouncing off every corner of your skull and almost making your head hurt in the process. Everyone in this venue wants to make out with you. You could have any one of them. If it’s me, you’ll sabotage your chances of finding someone you really like to take home tonight. You didn’t say any of it, because you didn’t want to make him feel even less like a person than he probably already did.

“Just wanted to make sure,” you murmured quietly, looking down. He gently hooked his finger under your chin and pushed upwards, forcing you to meet his eyes. No matter how many times he did this, you always blushed.

“Hey, if you’re more private about that sort of stuff, it’s totally fine. I’m not here to push you into situations that make you uncomfortable. We don’t have to kiss at all.”

Reassessing your comfort was the bare minimum, but it made you feel warm nonetheless. You weren’t sure what came over you, but you leaned forward and let your head drop to rest on his shoulder, sighing. You heard him chuckle lightly at that, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you, your face still buried into the crook of his neck.

“Or you can just do that, I guess,” he remarked, sounding amused.

“Sorry, I’m just not used to so many people looking at me. But you’re so nice, and I wanna be close to you still. Just hiding for a second. You smell really good, by the way.”

He laughed again, hugging you a little tighter, cautious to not spill his drink or injure your wrist.

“You’re drunk,” he told you, and you felt him sigh when you smiled into the side of his neck.

“So are you.”

“Well, yeah,” he replied, giggling again, "But I’ve just never seen you be like, expressive when you’re drinking. I like it. Tell me more about what you like about me.”

It was your turn to laugh, Luke’s lack of subtly entertaining to you.

“Do you have any shame?” you teased.

“About some stuff, sure. But not about this.”

“Well, you know I like your abs.”

“And my chest, apparently.”

“Hey. You enjoyed that.”

“Never said I didn’t. Wanna do it again right now?”

“Luke!” you exclaimed in a fit of drunken giggles, pulling away to lightly smack his arm. He smiled at you and took another sip of his drink.

“So, what else do you like about me?” he pried, and you rolled your eyes at him before stepping closer once more.

“You’ll find out. Be patient,” you told him, your own touch of mischief seeping into your voice. He smiled at you, right hand dropping to your waist and pulling you closer, left hand tossing his drink back and finishing the rest of it in a single go. You mimicked his actions, finishing your own beverage and meeting his eyes. Just then, the first band emerged, and you turned towards the stage while Luke placed his hand on your lower back.

“We can get another drink in the middle of the set, if you want,” he said, pulling you flush against his side as the band started to play, “But I’m kind of drunk right now, so I need a second.”

You laughed and nodded at him, and pretty soon your attention shifted towards the talented musicians on stage. Since you couldn’t be in the front, you had to settle on gently swaying and nodding your head rather than something more exciting. This band had more of an indie rock vibe, so there wasn’t a ton of moshing to be done anyway. You hoped Han wasn’t feeling left out, but you were confident that Chewie would stay by his side while you were gone.

You were so inebriated that you barely noticed Luke’s friends circling around you, with the addition of a few strangers as well. You only realized how many eyes were on you when Biggs clasped a hand around Luke’s shoulder, making him jump a little. Without thinking, you gently smoothed his sweater down over his bicep, hoping the gesture provided him with a small bit of comfort. He looked over at you and smiled before quickly turning his attention back to Biggs.

“Why’re you all the way back here?” Biggs asked him, seemingly pretty drunk himself.

“He’s injured, Biggs,” a girl you didn’t recognize interjected, stepping closer.

“Can’t believe you even came out tonight, Luke. I mean, I’m glad you’re here and all, but what if you get hurt again?” her friend added, joining her in crowding close to Luke.

“I’ve got a personal investment in the next band,” he said simply, offering the group standing in front of him a perfect smile.

“What, you fuckin’ the drummer or something?” Elias replied, and you had to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes.

“I think their drummer is a dude,” one of his other friends pointed out.

“So? You think that’s gonna stop Luke? He’ll fuck anything that moves—“

“Cut it out, Eli,” the girl from before said, placing a hand on Luke’s shoulder, “That’s not true. Don’t be mean to him.”

Luke laughed, but you watched him tense as the stranger’s hand stayed put on his body.

“Oh, fuck off. You guys were literally calling him—“

“Shut up!”

“Calling me what?” Luke interrupted curiously, tilting his head and looking at the girls in front of him with an expression that you couldn’t quite decipher.

“Luke,” she said, hand still on his on his shoulder, “You know our friend Marie. We were just talking about when you guys got together, and—“

“Marie’s been telling all of her friends that you’re easy, dude,” his friend interjected, cutting her off.

“It’s not like that,” she protested, bringing her hand up to the side of his neck and moving to cup his cheek, “We don’t think you’re easy, Luke.”

“I don’t really get what you’re trying to say,” he murmured, brows furrowed, “Sorry. I’m a little drunk.”

She cooed at him and you wanted to throw up in your mouth. Or on her. Either would do.

“It’s okay. We can just drop it and get another drink,” she told him, tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear and giving him a sickeningly sweet smile. She was a beautiful woman, so it was really a shame that she was acting so creepy.

“They were calling you a slut earlier, man,” Biggs finally said, frowning, “Sorry. Just thought you should know. Marie and a bunch of her friends were over there talking about you.”

“That is not what happened,” she said, placing her other hand on Luke’s face, effectively forcing him to look only at her, “Luke, I promise that I would never—“

When you saw Luke tense further and his eyes widen, you’d had enough. You could put up with other people flirting with him—he wasn’t your boyfriend, after all—but making him uncomfortable was a separate ordeal entirely. You rolled your eyes, reached over, and grabbed her wrists, making use of the weight of your cast to push her arms down and away from his face. You stepped in between them then, giving Luke some space away from her.

“I’m tired of listening to this,” you announced, speaking for the first time since the whole situation had started transpiring, “This entire conversation is stupid.”

You didn’t feel the need to further elaborate, nor did you have any interest in personally shaming the girls, instead taking Luke’s hand in your own and tangling your fingers together, walking off towards the bar. He went happily, giving the group a small wave and a smile as you pulled him away. You didn’t bother looking back at any of them, your focus just on getting Luke out of that situation. When you reached the bar, Han gave you a quizzical look, but you just shook your head and mouthed not now.

“My knight in shining armor,” Luke said, leaning against the bar with you and keeping your hands entwined.

“They sound like they’re in high school. I don’t know how you manage to be nice to people like that.”

“What I do reflects on my parents,” he replied with a shrug, “Seriously though, thank you. That wasn’t a very fun interaction for me.”

“Sorry for just pulling you out of there without even asking,” you murmured sheepishly, cheeks a bit red, “I was just annoyed, and you looked uncomfortable.”

“What? Don’t apologize. You can take me wherever you want, but that’s especially true in cases where someone is grabbing my face and trying to convince me that they weren’t calling me slutty thirty minutes ago.”

Thinking about it made you irritated all over again, and it must’ve shown on your face, because Luke spoke again.

“Just so you know, I really don’t sleep around as much as people say, and since we’ve started this whole thing between us I haven’t been seeing anyone, and I never even slept with Marie—most I’ve done is kiss her at a club, and when I do sleep with people I’m super safe, I get tested regularly, and—“

“Woah, hey,” you interrupted him, gently grabbing his shoulders, “What are you saying?”

“Well, you looked upset when they were talking about that stuff, and I just didn’t want you to think that I was like, I don’t know, a womanizer, or someone who only cares about sex, or some kind of pervert—“

“Luke, that’s not—I was upset because they were objectifying you and making you uncomfortable. You know I’m not judging you, right? You seriously don’t have to explain yourself to me. I trust you and what you choose to tell me is your business. I don’t care about rumors or whatever, alright?”

He stared at you with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape. You couldn’t read his face, and you were about to ask him if he was okay before he started talking again.

“Thank you,” he told you, voice soft as his hands came to rest on your waist once again, “That means a lot to me. I want to say more, but I don’t think I can articulate it very well right now. Just—thank you.”

“It’s just basic respect, dude,” you replied dismissively, blushing a little, “No big deal.”

“Well, I’m not used to that, I guess. And don’t call me dude when I’m touching your hips.”

You laughed, your arms having wrapped around the back of his neck as he pulled you closer.

“I thought this was just you being friendly,” you teased, grinning at him.

“Seems like I’ve given you the wrong idea, ‘cause I’m really not trying to be friendly with you. Like, at all.”

You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol in your system, how protective you felt over him at the moment, or how he was looking at you, but you were curious to see if things would escalate between the two of you tonight. So, without second guessing yourself, you leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

“Maybe you should give me the right idea, then.”

Something changed in his expression, and before you knew what was happening, he was leading you through the crowd, and you were embraced by the loud music once more.

“Hey, my wrist is still broken, so I really shouldn’t be dancing—“

His course deviated then, and you suddenly realized that he had taken you towards the wall. You were out of direct contact with the crowd, but they still danced around you, shielding you from prying eyes. This was still very much public, but certainly more private than before. His hands returned to your waist as he leaned forward, lips now next to your ear.

“Can I show you?” he asked, voice lower and breathier than you’d ever heard it, “Just tell me what you’re comfortable with, and I’ll show you that I’m not trying to be friends. Fuck, please let me show you.”

Your breath caught in your throat, but you brought your good hand to rest on the back of his head, trying to ground yourself.

“Yeah,” you told him, running your fingers through his hair, “I’ll stop you if you go too far.”

He had backed you all the way against the wall now, his hand coming up to caress your face as he leaned closer. His face was so close to yours that you could feel his breath fanning against your lips, his thumb gently tracing your jaw as he inched forward. You almost passed out when you met his stare, his eyes filled with what you could only describe as desire. He looked at you for confirmation one more time, and when you offered him a small nod, his lips were on yours in an instant.

You had suspected all along that he would be a good kisser, but thinking that and experiencing it were very different. He started out relatively slowly, but you wanted to prove to him that you could match his pace, so you lightly tugged his hair to deepen the kiss. You were surprised when he faltered a bit, having to brace himself against the wall and pull away for a second.

“God, fuck,” he groaned, voice strained, “If you do that again, I might embarrass myself.”

You were too curious to find out what that could mean to stop yourself from pulling him forward and capturing his lips in your own once more, savoring the taste of him on your tongue for a second before tugging his hair again, this time a bit harder.

His reaction was immediate. He moaned into your mouth, left hand still holding your jaw and right hand now falling to firmly grab your ass, pulling you even closer. The kiss deepened further, and your grip on his hair tightened the second you felt his tongue.

You hadn’t made out with someone so passionately in a long time, and you certainly hadn’t ever imagined yourself doing it so publicly. And yet, here you were, letting Luke Skywalker shove you against the wall and fuck his tongue into your mouth.

“I’m sorry, fuck—“ he gasped against your lips. You weren’t sure what he meant until you felt him rock forward, something solid pressing into you. You suddenly realized that this part at least had to be real, and the knowledge that you had made Luke hard had you floating. With him against you like this, you decided to experimentally pull his hair again. He moaned, this time loudly enough for you to catch the wandering eyes of a few people standing nearby, but he paid them no mind, instead squeezing your ass harder and trying to bring you even closer.

“Luke,” you warned, breath hot against his ear as he moved to bury his face into the side of your neck, “Luke, we’re in public. People are staring.”

“People always stare. Doesn’t matter,” he protested, starting to kiss your jaw, “I’d go down on you right here, I don’t care—“

“Luke!” you gasped, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him back a bit, putting some space between you, “You’re drunk. I don’t want you to be embarrassed tomorrow or something, okay?”

“Embarrassed,” he repeated, like it was his first time ever hearing that word, “No way. I’d let you do anything to me. Anywhere.”

“You can’t be serious,” you replied, laughing at how ridiculous he was, heart hammering in your chest, “You’ve had a lot to drink—“

“You think I only want you like this because I’m drunk?” he asked, tucking your hair behind your ear as his eyes bore into yours, reading you so intensely that you felt dizzy.

“I mean…maybe? I don’t know. I’m just confused, I guess. Like, we aren’t—you and I aren’t really together, you know?”

You didn’t understand why, but you were certain that hurt flashed across his face for a second before he recovered, biting his lip and looking down at his feet, nodding.

“Yeah, I know that,” he murmured, his tone unreadable to you as he looked back up, “Doesn’t mean I’m only making out with you because I’m drunk, though. I wanted to do this in your bedroom, remember? Just because we aren’t together doesn’t mean I don’t want you. I do. A lot. Like, all the time. I thought that was obvious.”

“Are you being serious?” you asked, emphasizing your bewilderment with a drunken hiccup.

“Are you? You can feel my dick right now, can’t you? If you can’t, that’s a bit of a blow to my ego—“

“Don’t be a smart ass,” you scoffed, giving him a lighthearted shove, earning a chuckle from him, “I meant that you’re beautiful. Like, ethereally beautiful. I’m just a little surprised to learn that you’re attracted to me. I wasn’t trying to insult the size of your dick.”

You had meant the last part as a joke, but when his eyes widened as a deep crimson bloomed across his cheeks, you started to panic.

“Hey, I’m not actually trying to imply anything about your dick. It seems big, from what I can tell, and—“

He was giggling now, still blushing as he shook his head at you in disbelief.

“I was just joking about that,” he insisted.

“Well, you looked offended,” you mumbled, crossing your arms.

“I’m not offended. I’m just—you can’t just call someone ethereal and expect them to instantly recover. It caught me off guard.”

“Oh, fuck off. You know you’re breathtaking in every sense of the word. I’m not the first person to tell you that.”

He awkwardly looked to the side, nervously chewing his lip, and shrugged a little. You were shocked by the realization that he was embarrassed—not by grinding on you and moaning like a porn star in public, no, but because you had called him beautiful.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, eyes wide, “You’re embarrassed. No way. I thought Luke Skywalker didn’t get embarrassed?”

“Shut up,” he murmured, leaning forward and hiding his face in your neck, “You’re such an asshole.”

“You’re ridiculous. I can’t believe that this is where you draw the line. People are practically throwing themselves at you all the time. How could you not be used to hearing you’re attractive?”

“That’s not what you said,” he argued, and you were so thoroughly entertained by the slight pout in his voice, “You called me other stuff. Like, poetic shit. People don’t just say that to each other.”

“Yeah?” you asked teasingly, relishing in the fact that you had him stumbling over his words for a change, “Can’t handle me telling you how beautiful you are?”

“If you’re trying to get me to stop begging to fuck you in public, you’re going about it the wrong way,” he murmured against your neck.

“If it weren’t for the fact that your sister would kill you, then I’d consider it.”

He suddenly stood up then, as if he had just had some stellar epiphany. Alert with wide eyes, he glanced back at the band, their set seemingly coming to a close, and his lips curled up into a wide grin.

“I’m gonna buy us a round before the next band,” he announced, abruptly pulling away from you and offering you his hand.

You were confused, but tangled your fingers together anyway, allowing him to lead you back to the bar. Ignoring the prying eyes of others was much easier when you were inebriated, but conversely, people were a lot less subtle with their staring when they were drunk. You continued to try to pay them no mind, but now you had to wonder how many people had seen Luke shove you up against the wall and make out with you like it was his sworn duty.

When you reached the bar this time, Luke immediately made conversation with Han and greeted Chewie, asking all sorts of small talk questions that you didn’t really see the point of. Han indulged him, though it could’ve been for your sake, you weren’t sure, and gave a few answers that were at least mildly interesting. That suggested to you that Han didn’t see your public display of affection just a moment ago, and you relaxed a little. Luke then ordered drinks for the four of you, and it seemed that everyone was a bit far gone. You briefly wondered where Leia was, but figured she probably did have her own friends to hang out with.

“Where’s your royal pain in the ass sister?” Han asked right on cue, trying to sound disinterested.

“She’ll be around in a few minutes,” Luke replied, and you knew the look in his eye well by now.

You were dying to know what his plan was, but you stayed silent, not wanting to give your scheming up to Han.

Luckily, you wouldn’t have to wait long, catching sight of her at a distance, a long, flowing skirt coming down to her boots and a leather jacket resting on her shoulders. Her shirt was cropped, which seemed slightly unusual for her given what you knew about her style, and her hair was in two long Dutch braids. She looked beautiful, which was no surprise, of course.

What was shocking, however, was that she was on stage.

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