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phantasmagoria-in-neverland · 10 months

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Hihi! :) could I please request some headcannons for various star wars boys with a really short reader? (Your star wars boys marriage headcannons was so good it urged me to send you this ask hehe 😆)

Various Star Wars Boys Headcanons: With a Short! Reader.

A/N: Hi, thank you so much! I am super sorry for the hella long wait, but unfortunately, between school and work I've had absolutely zero free time. Hope you'll still enjoy this anyway! Also, I fell like I should point out that there are mentions of wearing heels in a few of the headcanons, but it's all still very gender neutral.

Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, The Mandalorian\Din Djarin, Poe Dameron, Cal Kestis.

Obi-Wan Kenobi:

-Obi-Wan will probably not even notice your height for quite a while, he's not one to really pay attention to physical appearances. He will only realise how tall he is compared to you once he starts to develop feelings for you, and even then he will never treat it like a big deal. Might not even mention it unless you do it first.

-Appreciates when you wear heels, not because he thinks you look prettier with them on, he always thinks you're stunning no matter what, but because it really helps his neck and back to not have to lean\look down quite as much. Forgive him, he's not quite as spry as he used to be.

-But if you wear them because you feel insecure about your height? Obi-Wan will do anything he can to dissuade you from wearing them. Whether with more subtle comments or with showers of compliments, he will absolutely not rest until he is sure you know how amazing you are.

-If you were to try and climb something because you cannot reach a high place, Obi-Wan will insist on doing it for you. He usually never stops you from doing things on your own, mostly because he doesn't want to overstep; Independence is important and no matter how much he'd rather do everything for you, he knows you have lived most of your life without him, and you are more than capable of looking after yourself, but he really can't refrain himself from helping you when there's a chance you might injure yourself. If you really want to do it on your own, he will understand, but please, for his sake, won't you at least let him stand behind you so that he could catch you if you were to fall?

-Obi-Wan is notoriously almost impossible to fluster, he is too mature and also, but that is something reserved only for you, too suave for it, and although you might have tried in the past, you have never quite found his weakness. Until one day, without even thinking about it, you decided to wear his robe. The instant he came home and saw you, he flushed to the tip of his ears. He is still going to at least try and keep his composure to compliment you as he usually would, but stars above you're killing him.

He's definitely going to stay closer than usual for the rest of the day, and for as shy as he has suddenly gotten, he won't refrain himself, because that wouldn't be fair to you, from showering you in appreciation, just don't tease him or you might actually give him a heart attack. He really isn't used to this after all.

-Even if you are not insecure about it, Obi-Wan will never tease you about your height. Even when he pokes some lighthearted fun at you, he always makes sure to steer clear of the more "serious" things like personality or appearance. He never wants to risk actually hurting you.

-Obi-Wan absolutely takes the time to help you find shops that sell petite clothing options. Whenever he's travelling, be it with you or because he's on a mission, if he finds himself in a city or market he will make sure to keep both of his eyes open.

He also keeps a list of all the places he deems good enough, with little scribbled stars next to the ones he's positive you'd like. He knows how difficult finding your size tends to be for you, and that more often than not you end up having to make alterations anyway, so he's really glad to make that tedious job easier.

-When the two of you walk next to each other Obi-Wan always watches his strides. A step for him equates to two for you, and he never wants you to get tired by running after him.

Anakin Skywalker:

-Considering his height Ani can, and 100% will, hold the things you were trying to reach for so high above your head that no amount of stretching will be of any help. Don't worry, he's going to give them back even immediately… as long as you are willing to pay the ransom. Which will always consist in a kiss, it is so unoriginal that at some point you started doing it before he even got the chance to ask.

If you were ever to suggest that he could simply ask for a kiss, you're going to hear a minutes long rant about why he's definitely not going to do that, and how could you make him renounce his fun, he's already a Jedi, have some compassion.

-While hugging Anakin you will be lifted off the ground, and more often than not spun around too. It doesn't matter at all how much you weight, you're still so small, and honestly, he could hold you close for hours on end if he got the chance, do you really expect him to stay bent down for that long? Still, you can definitely tell that he not-so-secretly loves your height difference, even when he uses this as a chance to poke some lighthearted fun at you.

-Being the voice of reason in your relationship comes with the slight downside that Ani can't stand when your arguments make more sense than his, especially if you start sounding like Obi-Wan. He is not going to get angry at you, but when he's annoyed, he definitely becomes aggravating.

Especially because he loves to pretend that he can't hear you when you're making a good point. What do you expect him to do, he's so tall, and you're so short, of course he can't hear you, maybe you should get a megaphone or better yet, a ladder. On a strangely positive note, if you kick his shins to make him bend down and listen, he's not even going to pretend to be upset about it, but he is going to laugh.

-If all your climbing skills are getting displayed while you're trying to reach something that is a little too high and Anakin is there to witness, you will surely hear cheers and a little too loud encouragements being thrown at you. For once, he's not actually being embarrassing on purpose, and he will help you if you ask him to, but he won't offer to aid you himself, why should he? He knows you're more than capable of doing it on your own, and anyone with even a slight Force affinity would be able to tell that he is more than ready to catch you, but he’d much rather clap for you once you've managed it on your own.

-Ani couldn't care less if you can kick his ass into next week with your eyes closed, he still feels like he needs to shield you from all the dangers of the world. Well, to be honest, he'd still feel that way no matter your height, but he'd be lying if he said that your small stature doesn't intensify his need to hold you close and never let go. Also he really loves feeling like your protector, it makes him feel needed.

-If you are ever at a concert, event or any other situation that would require you to look at something while in the middle of a crowd, Anakin will either find you a place where you can actually see, or straight up lift you over his shoulders. He doesn't wait for you to ask, and he never complains, and if anyone else tries to make a mean comment about it, he's gonna give them a single look that will make them instantly shut up.

Luke Skywalker:

-Luke always leans or sits down when he's talking to you, he doesn't want to make you feel like he's towering over you, or for you to have to bend your neck to look up for too long.

-Like father like son, Luke will also pick you up while hugging you, but accidentally. He doesn't even realise the moment your feet start lifting off the ground, and in all probability neither did you, not when you're both melting into each other. If you point it out, he will immediately lower you back down and apologise, and although he will definitely be more careful, he isn't going to let go, he has no problem being the one to bend down.

-Luke has no problem whatsoever with your height, and he pretty much forgets about it most of the time. But there are other times, like when you're curled up while sleeping and you look so small, or when the two of you are holding hands and his engulfs your own, or when you have to ask him to bend down for a kiss, that he can’t refrain himself from finding you… adorable. He never says that out loud in case it might hurt your feelings, or make you think that he doesn't realise what a force of nature you are, but you might still figure it out anyway, when he looks at you like you're the most precious thing he has ever seen.

-On that same note, Luke will absolutely melt if you ever wear something of his. Whether it is a shirt that reaches almost all the way to your knees, or his robe that he gives you when you're cold within which you almost disappear, has little importance, either way his face is going to tint red and a lovesick smile is going to spread across his face, no matter how many times he has seen you before.

-If you ever were to hide behind him for whatever reason, he is going to get comically proud of himself, but really, Luke doesn't often get the chance to feel big and strong, and although he definitely is, he is also often underestimated until he proves himself, also, most of the people he cares for are fighters to the core and extremely independent, so he doesn't often get the chance to be a protector and he will admit without shame, that it feels really nice to know that you look to him for reassurance.

-When you are walking together through a thigh packed crowd, Luke will stand in front of you and shield you with his body. It is one of the very rare times where he doesn't ask for your permission to do something for you, of course you could do it without him, but if he can spare you from even just a single push or elbow to the ribs, if he can prevent even a single bruise, than to him it is worth your indignation. But if you were to thank him for being thoughtful? He's a goner.

Han Solo:

-It goes without saying that Han wouldn't be Han if he didn't always have a ‘short’ joke ready.

Although he is uncharacteristically optimistic when facing impossible odds, any other time his cynicism is his most predominant feature, so, say you were to say something along the lines of “Everything is going to be alright.” his response would be that “Of course you're an optimist, you're always looking up.”

Or if you were to pick a fight with a guy, Han would not be able to stop himself from remarking that “Honestly sweetheart, you should go for it, i'll even bet on you. Of course I've got faith in you! You're the perfect height to punch where it'll hurt most.” before getting the two of you out of the situation.

And of course the evergreen classic “How's the weather down there, Sweetheart?”

-Han calls you anything except your name. His preferred nickname for you is always ‘shortcake’, no matter how serious the circumstances. But, in a situation where your small stature is actually useful, maybe because you fit into a tight space, he will add 'Vertically Efficient’ in front of it; Likewise, when your height ends up hindering you, which let's be honest happens far more often than not, you will get demoted to 'Vertically Challenged Shortcake’. The man is ruthless.

-Han rests his arm on your head often. He doesn't even always do it to jab at you, he genuinely finds it a comfortable position, and I’m not sure whether that makes it better or worse. But he also, when the two of you are alone and he is feeling soft, rests his chin on your head and holds you close.

And let's not forget the forehead kisses, so many forehead kisses. It's easier than bending down to kiss your lips, especially if he is in a hurry, and it also has the bonus point of being the easiest place to reach while he is holding you to his chest.

-Han can, and without a doubt will, pretend to lose you if you find yourselves in a crowd, and he will find it absolutely hilarious. You could be standing right in front of him, maybe even be screaming at him that you are right there and to stop being an ass, and he would still look everywhere except down. If he actually ends up upsetting you, Han will grumble for a few minutes before trying to make it up to you, he really is sorry, he just never knows when to stop.

-As I said before, Han can be quite a bit of an ass when he wants to be, and when it comes to you, oftentimes even when he doesn’t actually intend to be mean. Unfortunately for the both of you, old habits die hard, and it is not rare for him to accidentally piss you off, especially when he gets a great laugh at your expenses.

Like the times he catches you struggling to reach something, and ends up finding your efforts hilarious. You’d have to plead with him for a while, before he makes any move to come to your rescue, and even then he won’t stop laughing until you get angry, you just might end up avoiding asking him all together, and find a solution by yourself.

When Han sees how crafty you can get to reach what you want, he will be genuinely quite impressed, but the best thing that will come out of his mouth will be something along the lines of “I've really gotta hand it to short people… because you usually can't reach it anyway.”

-Sure, Han might tease you to death, but Force help anyone else who dares to, especially if they actually hurt your feelings. He is ready to throw hands without a second of hesitation, and he will make the offender apologise.

The Mandalorian\ Din Djarin:

-Din never, ever, lets you get on your tippy toes or stretch your neck to kiss him. He will always bend down before you can even try to reach him, you'd almost think he has developed a sixth sense about it, and no matter how much you complain that he must already be tired and that it is no good for his back, he always shrugs and insists that he'd much rather it be his neck rather than yours. He'll forget all about it as soon as your lips touch his anyways, so he really doesn't mind.

-For as terrible as it sounds, Din is quite used to the child's height already, and although you are nowhere nearly as short, it simply means that he is already attuned to looking out for someone much smaller than him. He knows without even having to think about it whether something is a little too high up for you to reach, he instinctively looks for the smallest chair for you to sit on so that your feet won't be left dangling, and is just overall very aware of your size. In a good way, I swear.

-On kind of the same note, every time you wear heels, even more so if it isn't often, he instinctively looks lower than needed to meet your eyes. Din can get quite embarrassed about it and he always tries to adjust his stare as subtly as he can, and although his visor does help, it is not rare for you to catch him raising his head a little. It ends up looking quite silly, mostly because of how unnecessarily hard he tries to hide it, and you end up laughing at it a few times.

-Absolutely no climbing will happen under this man's watch, you could try to while he's asleep and he'd probably still get up to stop you, as I said before, he kind of has a sixth sense about it, it's the dad in him.

Din has no problem at all going out of his way to get you what you need, you won't even have time to try before it's already in your hands, especially if it stops you from trying to balance on three awkwardly piled stools, a cardboard box, a cluster of random objects he doesn't even understand how they're supposed to help, and way too many hopes and prayers. Honestly, he has seen this happen one time exactly, and it took twenty years off of his lifespan. Never again.

-Din truly doesn't want to underestimate you, your height doesn't make you fragile in any way, he knows that, but he still ends up being extra protective of you. One of the things he is the most glad for, is that your shorter stature makes it easier for him to cover you with his body. He's always wearing full body armour, and you most probably aren't, which is why he always thanks the stars every time someone is shooting at the two of you and him moving in front of you is enough to make you practically disappear.

-Din might not be a tailor, but he has mended his fair share of clothing throughout his life, and has become quite adept at it as well. And although he might not be able to make you clothes from scratch, he is more than able, and willing, to help you alter pretty much anything. Sawing with you, chatting about the day's events, maybe while enjoying the calming scenery of a beautiful planet as the child plays just a few meters away, has become one of his favourite ways to spend time with you and simply unwind.

Poe Dameron:

-Poe carries you around constantly, so much so that you fear you might forget how to use your own legs. He insists that considering you always end up on him one way or another, and it is mostly by his own doing with how much he likes having you close, you might as well enjoy the free rides.

But honestly, he kind of lacks the patience to slow down his steps so that you won't have to run after him, especially when he's particularly excited about something. Not that he wouldn't do it of course, he does, but to him it's much more convenient to just scoop you up and hurry to where you want to go.

-At times, when he can't refrain himself from teasing you, Poe will ask you to repeat what BB8 said, that he obviously understood just fine, because: “you can hear him better from down there”.

His jokes are never mean, and it is rare that he mentions your height at all, but when he does, most of the time it's something along the lines of him hugging or kissing you, and then remarking that he is “appreciating the little things”.

-Poe thinks you are absolutely adorable, and he will say so to your face. With him, no pride will be spared, at all. Why would he anyway, sure, your small stature makes you really cute, but why should that take away from your capability to kick ass? He is a firm believer in taking pride in every aspect of oneself, and when it comes to the greatest person he knows, he wants you to be proud of all that you are.

-On that same note, he will heavily dissuade you from wearing heels if you only do it because you are insecure of your height. You are stunning, and he reminds you of that every chance he gets, short or tall, you are always radiant, no need to be unnecessarily uncomfortable.

He also not so secretly loves your height difference, but that has nothing to do with his unconditional appreciation of you, although he really does like how well you fit into his chest when he holds you.

-Poe is the type to straight up ask you to wear his clothes. He doesn't know what the word subtle means, and he is really big on communicating what he is feeling and what he likes, so he sees no reason not to outright tell you how hot you look in his oversized shirts. If he already cannot keep his hands to himself for the life of him, be prepared to have him practically glued to your side the entire time you are donning his clothes.

-Poe will panic if he cannot find you in a crowd. The moment he loses sight of you he is in ‘rescue mode’, even though you are probably not in any danger, nobody kidnapped you in the half second he took his eyes off of you, and you in all likelihood did not get trampled by the crowd.

It is a bit better if he just lost you at base, he is at least sure you aren't in mortal peril then, but he might still resort to climbing something and call your name to find you as fast as he can. Yes, the people around you will think him insane, and yes, you might be tempted to pretend you do not know him, but please let him know you are alright, poor boy is worried.

-If you are having trouble reaching something, Poe will just lift you up and down to get it. Sure, he could get it for you, and that would be easier, but he doesn't want to do it in your place, unless you ask of course, he's simply trying to be the safer version of climbing a stool. It's also pretty much a constant ‘Simba moment’, which he finds hilarious.

Cal Kestis:

-Every time he's tired Cal rests his chin on your head, and whenever you are tired, you rest your head against his shoulder. You two are so adorable that it's enough to give everyone who sees you diabetes. Jokes aside, Cal is all about these casual, lighthearted displays of affection, and the fact that you two fit together so nicely is a great bonus.

-Unlike Han, Cal might actually forget to look down if he lost you in a crowd. He isn't trying to tease you, and he finds you quite quickly anyway, but he does have a tiny moment of confusion if he can hear you or sense you, but can't see you. He's going to laugh at himself for a while when he finally looks down and sees you standing there with a disappointed face.

You'd think that, like Din, he would be used to BD-1’s height, but his little companion is perched on his shoulder most of the time, so Cal might actually try to look behind himself before remembering to look down.

-Cal doesn't immediately come to your 'rescue’ when you're trying to reach something that's a little too high, even if you start climbing, simply because he doesn't want to overstep. You've got it, he knows that. He's just going to continue with whatever he is doing, while also keeping you in the corner of his eye, in case of a fall, and his ears open in case you do call for his help, in which case he will be by your side in a second.

-Cal never means to tease, but at times he might end up doing it accidentally. It's never mean, and it's usually just lighthearted comments about how small you are, never in a negative way. But if you do find it irritating, or you'd simply rather not hear it, you will only have to express it to him once, and he will do his damned best to watch his mouth from there on out.

-Cal has the time of his life anytime someone underestimates you, whether it is a physical type of fight or a verbal smackdown, he is just glad he gets to be present for it. Seeing them starting out all smug and full of confidence and then watching you kick their, literal or metaphorical, ass into next Thursday never fails to have him in stitches.

He also might or might not end up accidentally, and dramatically, quoting Shakespeare to them, something like "And though she be but little, she is fierce", it's up to you to decide whether you find that flattering or terribly embarrassing.

-Cal always, and I do mean always, wants to share earbuds with you. It's pretty much his unofficial love language, and he has a whole lot of playlists he made for you to listen to together on different occasions. He has a special soft spot for walking around hand in hand, enjoying the sights, and listening to your favourite songs. And he's not going to renounce to this little tradition even when all you have are wired earbuds, and your height difference means he has to walk leaning to the side the whole way. Sure, his back might hurt in a few hours, but the happiness he feels when the two of you get to relax in your shared little world is way more than worth it.

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lavandula-ipsum · 3 months

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The rain will hide us

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Summary: Stranded on an unkown planet, you've fallen sick. Thankfully, Luke is there with you. However, you might not be the only one in need of care.

Wordcount: 2.3k

Tags: Luke Skywalker x GN!Reader, force sensitive reader, comfort, fluff, mentions of injuries, one-shot. Angst somehow got in.

The paleness of the morning starts to filtrate through the tent, drawing the dark little spots left by quiet raindrops. Their clatter serves as a gentle wake up call while, outside, an unexplored jungle sleeps.

“How are you feeling?” Before you can even shift in your sleeping bag, Luke has already turned his attention to you, lying a kind hand on your shoulder. For a second, you miss the times when you could have just watched him for a couple of minutes before choosing to signal that you’re awake.

Truth is you feel like shit. A trash compactor could have chewed and spit you out while you were unconscious for all you know. At the effort of answering his question, a raspy whine leaves your sore throat. “Better.”

He’s sitting next to you, not very convinced. There’s urgency tingling the tips of his fingers, you can feel it through the Force. “Is it okay if I check?”

An almost imperceptible shivery note haunts his voice. In the dark circles under his eyes you can sense a long and rough night. You nod. Even though you can feel the last remnants of sickness haven't completely faded from your exhausted body, the back of his hand is warm against your burning cheek and forehead. With an alleviated sigh, Luke finally lets his hand slide down your arm.

“You still have a fever, but it isn’t as high anymore.”

“What happened?”

“Do you remember the crash?”

“A little. I remember the battle, the evacuation when the ship went down.” The mission you embarked on seems to have failed spectacularly. You try to sweep away the thoughts of your fallen comrades, at least till you get back and get to know for sure how many of them are actually gone. “We got into the same escape pod and… this atmosphere messed with the navigation systems, I guess.” You grumble, rubbing the side of your head. “Why don’t I remember much after that?”

“You were trapped in the wreckage for a few minutes. I couldn’t take you out earlier. (Y/N), I’m so sorry. You got some cuts and superficial burns. Perhaps a broken rib.” Oh, so that’s what the bandages are for. And probably why you’ve been stripped down to your standard issue underwear. Suddenly, Luke avoids your gaze and an uncomfortable ripple flutters through the Force, but you’re too distracted frowning at the new scratch across his cheek.

“Did you get hurt?”

“No, I’m fine. But you… You were feverish the whole night.” He continues, bringing the med kit closer to show you a box of painkillers, an empty stim canister, an open tube of pomade, anxious to let you know everything he gave you while you were unconscious.

“It’s ok.” You set your hand over his to stop his nervous tinkering through the med kit. “I trust you, Luke. How many times have we done this? Tell me, what happened next?”

He licks his lips, then looks down at his hands. “You became really sick.”

“I’m sorry. I must have scared you. This is all my fault.” You groan before he can start giving you a thousand reasons why it isn’t. “It really is. I knew I was already sick before the mission. It was just a cold two days ago, but I guess it made me more vulnerable to whatever I caught here.”

Luke shifts closer to you, suddenly alarmed. “Why did you come to this mission then? Why didn’t you say anything?”

You remember those agonizing moments when he didn’t show up at the rendezvous point after the battle of Hoth, gone to Force knows where, while you were left alone wondering if he’d been killed. Turns out he’d just left on his own. It’s not as if he owed you any explanation, you were merely friends. He's fated to go out there and do things so far greater than anything having to do with you. So you tried to slap yourself out of this silly anxiety. After all, the others were gone with the Falcon too, and you had to resign yourself to the faith that they'd be alright.

And then Luke came back, his body battered and his spirit broken worse than you’d ever seen before or since.

Shyly, you slide your fingers out of your cover. He quickly holds them in between his palms. You’re sure the sky outside the tent would pale in comparison with the intensity of his tired gaze right now, glassy and blue. And yet, all you manage to conjure in response is a lie.

“I wanted to feel useful. The Rebellion needs all the hands it can get.”

If he realizes, he doesn’t say anything. He just leans in to warm your cold hand with his breath. Luke might not be a full Jedi just yet, but he can probably sense how tired you are of this game of claiming guilt for everything, of just rambling around the edges of what neither of you feel brave enough to say. He just knows you that inescapably well.

For now, the tent has become quiet, so quiet you can even hear him swallow. After a second of allowing yourself to stare at the muscles of his neck tense up and relax with the motion, you look down and sink your flaming face into the sleeping bag.

Against his advice, you sit up. The chill bites your exposed skin, setting a feverish tremor within your chest. However, you don’t let him make you settle back into the bedding.

“Can I say something without it turning into another exchange of apologies?” you ask. Noticing your sudden eagerness, he nods. However, his hands remain close, as if you were about to collapse. “Thank you for saving my life. Truly.”

He seems about to reply with some excuse, probably minimizing himself once again, but you raise a warning finger along with a threatening expression. It makes him laugh, brighter than he’s laughed in months. It lasts too little for your taste, but at least the smile lingers on his face.

“Ok, you win this one. Now, that pomade needs to be reapplied.”

After taking a panicked second to realize what he’s asking, you turn slightly so he can get better access to the burn, which covers the back of your shoulder and part of your right arm. Luke scooches closer till you’re basically sitting between his legs. You wonder if he notices his warmth setting you aflame, but he seems too busy readying the ointment to even look at you, his eyes half hidden under soft locks of weathered gold. However, a loaded silence falls in the tent, during which you feel the urge to cover your front with the sleeping bag.

“It’s gonna feel a little cold,” he warns before touching you, his voice barely audible.

You had already made up your mind to behave and not show any sign of discomfort, but you need to turn away to hide your face. Honestly, you’re not sure if it’s the painkillers or the surreal ambience around you, but you swear you’ve never been treated by gentler hands. As they work to spread the medicine, you hold yourself together barely enough to not just let go and plop yourself on his lap. You feel beyond beaten, and over your head a thick cloud keeps your judgment in a state of relaxed lethargy. Truth is his welcoming stance, along with the way his fingers caress your tender skin as he softly talks you through the process, isn’t helping your already lazy resolve.

“I’m so glad, it doesn’t seem like it got infected. I think there’s a chance it won’t leave a scar once we can get you proper treatment back in the fleet.”

You hum half heartedly in response, doing your best to join in the effort to evade the silence instead of entertaining the thought that you don’t actually want to go back. Because he wouldn’t be with you then. Luke has been avoiding the fleet since Bespin, and you've made up your mind to follow him for as long as he wants you around.

“Have you been awake the whole night? Meditating?”

“Not meditating. Standing guard.”

When he finishes up your new bandages, you hear the rustling of knots coming undone and, right after, you’re covered with Luke’s outer robe. Apparently, your top had to be cut off your body when he first tended to your wounds. As he helps drape the garment around your shoulders and slide your arms into the sleeves careful to not graze your wounds, the warmth it still bears surrounds you. Ah, it smells like him too.

Luke seems ready to offer an excuse to quiet your concerns over his lack of sleep, but it fizzles out before your demanding frown. A pained flare crosses behind his eyes as his Force signature heats up around you. He doesn’t mean to leave you out of his thoughts, he truly doesn’t. It’s just that lately they’ve been a mess not even he has felt ready to untangle. And, if he’s not ready to talk, you won’t push him. However, this silence is a little needle to your heart, and the jab reaches him when it becomes too painful for you to hide.

“I tried to meditate until I had to give up. I couldn’t find the peace for it. You were trembling and twisting in your sleep, burning with fever… mumbling things.”

“Were they embarrassing?” you joke, trying to lift the mood a little. However, instead of following you down that path, you feel a little tug. He’s lightly pulling at the edge of your sleeve, well, his.

“Don’t leave me. Please, stay.”

The pressure around your wrist makes it sound like an apology. Why? For letting you fall sick? For leaving you behind and going to Dagobah on his own? You’re getting tired of riddles, and you’re already trembling from the effort of sitting up straight. Your hand lands on his shoulder, a gesture that seems to finally break him out of his spiraling thoughts and look at you.

“And you did. You stayed.”

An exhalation later, you’re buried in his chest. It’s hard to tell who initiated the hug when you’re enthralled by how melting into each other makes everything else melt away. Luke’s hands travel down your hair, and you wonder when taking in this soothing became as easy as breathing. Well, not exactly. There needs to be a spell, a certain quietness to the air like the one flooding the tent right now. Melancholy is usually the trigger, the signature to the wordless contract between the two of you that grants you permission to indulge in this kind of comfort. Later you’d usually dream awake about it, lost in the memory of what feels forbidden during the daylight. It aches a little that at least one of you needs to be in some kind of pain to feel allowed this kind of intimacy.

A sigh brushes against your ear as Luke barely dares to talk in a whisper. “What if I can’t do this?”

“Don’t worry, the Rebellion knows we’re here, we’ll be out of here in no time…”

“Not that. It’s about-” The words get lost as they’re spilled from his lips. Luke lets out a shaky breath before sinking deeper into your hair. “Everything.”

“It’s okay. I understand.”

“You always do.”

“And listen, I truly believe there’s a special path ahead of you. A bright one. However, no matter what happens, even if things go wrong, I’ll be here. I mean- we all will. We’ll love you all the same.”

You nuzzle up closer against him, prompting a pleased sigh out of him.

“I’ve been leaning on you too much.”

You chuckle, “how so? You just saved me in, like, five different ways just during the last twelve hours.”

“What you do is way more difficult.”

A hand cradles your head close to his chest, while his other arm surrounds you. And, as the silence settles once again, you finally feel him relax around you as your hands travel up his back. Through his thin inner tunic, the heartbeat pressed against your cheek allows itself to slow down a little.

“You take a nap now. I’ll keep watch.”

“You’re hurt,” he complains. “And sick.”

“I’ll have a blaster at hand and wake you up as soon as I hear anything outside, I swear.” You hush him before he can complain. “Do I need you to remind you of your instruction, commander? If you don’t rest you’ll compromise the mission.”

“And what mission is that?”

“Get back to base, safe and sound. And stick together until then.”

Luke brushes your cheek with his thumb, as if to check again if your fever has gone down enough to leave the task to you. “Yeah, I might be able to do that.”

So you get back in the sleeping bag so as to not get cold, and he lays down over it next to you. He does so a bit skittish at first, so you interlock his fingers with yours and guide him down to the most comfortable spot, next to you. Soon, exhaustion defeats any remaining fear and Luke feels brave enough to wrap an arm around you. Soon, sleep has taken him.With your heart coming to a halt, you finally dare to take in his features. Even though a shadow of worry still darkens his brow, his features look softer than you’ve seen lately. It takes you back to those early days in the Rebellion when you weren’t nearly as close, but talking seemed easier. So you stay awake, treasuring every deep breath and the faint rainfall in the background, until the distant buzz of the Millennium Falcon fades the spell away.

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faerieroyal · 5 months

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Could i request luke skywalker with a gn! Kid that he rescues. The kid starts to see him as a parental figure? All platonic of course. The kid could be around like 12 or 13. I’d like if the reader/kid could be a togruta but I don’t mind if you don’t do that!

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ahhhh, thank you so much for making the first official request on my newly revamped blog !! luke is my absolute beloved, so this was a great request to get <3 i really hope you like these headcanons !!

✩⡱ headcanons: luke skywalker x gn!child!togruta!reader !

— you are one of the first young force users luke manages to recruit for his new jedi order after the empire's defeat - even if he doesn't actually mean to find you.

— during his quest to find children blessed with the force around the galaxy, the togruta's home planet of shili is one of his first stops, and it's there he finds you. you're an orphan with nowhere to go and no one to take you in, stealing what you can to be able to afford food and making your home in an abandoned warehouse in the city, all the while trying to hide the odd ability to move things with your mind you've always had - the ability your parents, when they were alive, always told you you had to hide for fear of the empire coming after you.

— but your parents are gone now, and the warnings they gave you when you were younger aren't enough to stop you from trying to steal luke's lightsaber as he walks down the street by levitating away from him. of course, it doesn't quite work, as luke can sense your use of the force, and the lightsaber doesn't even make it all the way out of its holster before luke is grabbing it out of the air and turning to lock eyes with you, somehow knowing exactly where you are despite the fact that you've hidden yourself in the shadows of an alley.

— you're absolutely terrified you're about to be beaten or hauled off to prison, but to your surprise, all this strange man asks you is how long you've been able to do things like that, and if you're able to do other things, like sensing a particular air around people or being able to influence people's minds to be more agreeable with what you want.

— when he tells you that he understands, that he can do that as well, and that if you would like to learn how to develop these abilities, you can come with him and be a part of the new jedi order, you finally realize who he is: luke skywalker, the man who saved the galaxy from the empire's rule and, though he's clearly not the last remaining force user, the last remaining jedi.

— you're completely shocked that the savior of the galaxy is even interacting with you, a togruta orphan thief, much less that he's saying you have special powers and offering to train you as a jedi. but what can you do but accept? this may be your only chance to get off the streets of shili, your only chance to actually make something of yourself.

— by the end of the day, you and luke have boarded his ship and are flying away from the only home you've ever known, the place where you were born and where you lost your parents to sickness, where you had to scrounge in the back alleys and steal and fight for scraps to survive.

— shili will always hold a lot of memories for you, both good and painful, but you find that you're happy to be leaving it behind, to start embracing your purpose as a force user and becoming one of the galaxy's new jedi saviors.

— it isn't long before the two of you have been to illum to get your kyber crystal, and before you know it, you have your very own lightsaber and are ready to officially begin your jedi training.

— it isn't the easiest process - much like luke's father, you've started your training much later than the younglings of old, but thankfully your species are one of the galaxy's strongest in the force, so it isn't long before your control and fighting skills have greatly improved.

— but even better than these newfound skills and control is the bond you start to develop with your master.

— luke isn't always the most patient teacher - unbeknownst to him, a skywalker trait - but he is understanding of your feelings and struggles, and completely dedicated to helping you become the best jedi you can be. even as the two of you continue to travel around looking for more students for his jedi school, luke's primary focus remains training you, the first padawan he's ever had.

— of course, luke has little idea of the jedi's former pattern of masters and padawans forming familial-like bonds, having only been trained for a short while by both obi-wan and yoda, so when he finds himself starting to see you as something of his child, to want to protect you and make sure you were always safe and happy, it comes as a pretty big shock... but not an unwelcome one.

— and over time, you start to see luke as a parental figure as well.

— he always does his best to take care of you and make you feel good about yourself, he always takes the time to talk to you and provide comfort if you need it, and though your situations aren't quite the same, he does understand being a child without parents, and he'll always stay up at night with you to talk if you're missing your parents more than usual.

— after you lost your parents, you'd given up hope of ever having a father again, but as time goes on, you start to feel like luke might be the closest thing you'll have to getting another one.

— but neither of you are quite ready to voice these feelings for a while - not until one night almost two years into your training, when the two of you are taking advantage of a quiet night on ossus to sit on the roof of the new jedi academy and watch the star-filled sky.

— the whole thing is incredibly calming, and you've already had a bit of a long day, so eventually, you lean against luke's side and rest your head on his shoulder, your lekku dangling over his shoulder, and with your filter crumbled into dust by the pull of sleep, you finally mumble the words you've been thinking for months now.

— "thank you, luke. for saving me, and for being my mentor, and for being my... my father."

— you drift off into the comforting darkness of sleep almost immediately after speaking, so you miss the shocked look luke gives you that eventually spreads into a soft, loving smile, and you especially miss the small kiss luke plants on top of your head, and the whispered words that, though he'll make sure to repeat them to you tomorrow morning, he feels he needs to say now.

— "you're welcome, padawan. and thank you for being my child."

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pomplalamoose · 2 months

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Counting Stars

✨Luke Skywalker x reader✨

Part 1 of ? / The Mechanic / masterlist

summary: a collection of drabbles, all following the narrative of you and Luke meeting for the first time across different realities, lives and universes

my own little what if? -project

"...do you think we are lovers in every universe?"

"I like to think we'd always find a way to each other."

It's soon, if not directly after entering the highway, that your car releases a string of rather concerning sounds, causing a sheen of cold sweat to appear on your forehead.

With your knuckles turning white around the steering wheel and your foot pressing the gas pedal harder you will it forward nevertheless, simultaneously hoping for a false alarm.

Your car is old, yes, but it has never let you down before and surely it won't do so now, is what you try to tell yourself, even as smoke starts billowing out from under the car's hood and tiny red flashing lights appear on its console.

Damn.

One-handed and out of the corner of your eye you consult Google for a mechanic in the area and, to your immense relief, find one not far away.

If only your car will make it!

And it does, though barely.

Hoping it won't explode while you're gone, you go searching for someone, anyone, to ask for help and find what seems to be a rather grumpy assistant sweeping the yard.

Unfortunately he is even less thrilled about the encounter than you are and, stressed and frustrated out of your mind, the interaction quickly threatens to escalate into a full blown fight, when suddenly you hear steps drawing nearer from behind.

The first thing you notice upon turning around is a pair of shockingly blue eyes in a tanned, dust covered face and a laughing mouth full of gleaming white teeth.

You fail to tear your gaze away as it wanders to the man's mostly unbuttoned shirt showing off a broad chest and then over his muscled fore arms and big hands covered in the black, oily remains of his work.

The pair of slightly too big jeans hanging rather lowly on his hips make your breath catch in your throat and suddenly you don't mind being in such distress anymore.

A/N: I had this sitting in my drafts along with four other drabbles and finally decided to make it a little series! Let's see how many more love at first sight encounters I can come up with🤓

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yourmom1232 · 3 months

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My Master List!!

Supernatural:

Multi character:

Supernatural boys reacting to you getting hurt

Castiel:

Castiel finding you crying over gender dysphoria

Lucifer:

Spn Lucifer nightmare comfort

Star Wars:

Luke Skywalker x male reader headcannons

Doctor who:

10th Doctor x gn! reader

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shinysugar · 1 year

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I Remember

WARNINGS: Canon typical violence, Unrequited Love

PAIRING: Anakin x Reader (Unrequited), Platonic Luke X Reader

SUMMARY: In the wake of Vader’s death, Luke has questions about his father only one person can answer.

WORD COUNT: 905

It had been nearly two days since the Empire fell and the celebrations showed no signs of stopping, however, you had more than enough of the revelry. You chalked it up to age, after all, your twenties were far gone - lost to war and suffering - and drinks and dancing didn’t go down the same way. At least, that was what you told the others when you had stepped away for some quiet. You took up residence in a nice nook of branches up high in the trees with a perfect view of a nearby moon while your companion sat across from you, his legs hanging off the side and swinging slightly.

“Ask,” You said, breaking the silence, “Your thoughts betray you, so ask while I’m feeling nice.”

“What was he like?” Luke Skywalker asked, looking over at you, “My father? Before he became… that.”

You sighed heavily. It wasn’t an unexpected question, in fact, you had been wondering when he would seek you. You hadn’t exactly been quiet about your former occupation as a Jedi. As part of the rebellion, many had looked to you for guidance due to your experiences as a general during the Clone Wars, despite the way it had all ended. Still, it had been a long time since anyone dared ask you about the days of the Republic and even longer since you had spoken about it, though those days were never far from your mind.

“Anakin Skywalker was the best of us,” You told him, eyes fixed on your boots that were still caked in mud, “And the worst of us.”

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When Anakin Skywalker came to live at the Jedi Temple for the first time, there wasn’t a single Youngling that didn’t look at him with disdain. Yourself included. It wasn’t fair that this boy, barely older than you, was able to just become a Padawan without working for it. You were incredibly jealous and had no issue knocking the Chosen One down many many pegs when he was sent to spar with the Younglings, but Anakin always got back up, no matter what dirty trick you threw at him.

And slowly but surely, you couldn’t help but admire him for that. Your sparring became evenly matched and once you were given your own Master years later, your matches were filled with easy banter.

You were fourteen when you realized the way you felt for Anakin Skywalker was different from how you felt about anyone else.

It had filled you with shame, the idea that your thoughts were far from appropriate or worthy of a Jedi and had worried that you’d be thrown from the Order if anyone found out. This all led to confusing Master Windu several times in the halls when you would dash away from him when he greeted you; you were sure he could read your mind, but to him, you were just one of the oddest padawans he had ever met. And yet, no matter how much space you tried to put between you and Anakin, every time you saw him, your heart would flutter.

When war broke out, you eventually found yourself on assignment together and even sweaty and covered in battlefield grime you swore you had never seen someone so beautiful. You could still feel the sting of his fingertips where he wiped blood off your cheek, with your eyes closed you could still see that grin and eyes glittering with adrenaline. It was nothing compared to the sting in your chest when you lay in your bunks and he had asked you if you thought it was wrong to love someone. You had hoped that he was speaking about you, but he had said that he had met her on Tatooine.

You had never been.

Still, your love for each other remained strong, even if it was different. He and his padawan had traveled halfway across the galaxy to be there when you were finally knighted, even though that meant they had to head back out right after. And no matter what kind of trouble he got himself wrapped up in, you and the 733rd Battalion were always there to rescue him.

And if you were honest, you never saw the end coming. When it came to Anakin, you wore rose-tinted glasses, defending him fiercely because you couldn’t find it in yourself to let go. You had seen all the signs and ignored them, denying them with every breath because you couldn’t bear to admit that he was becoming something you couldn’t recognize.

Even when you locked sabers when he and his troops stormed the Temple, you could not let go. Even with his face twisted and his aim to kill you, you refused to see what was right in front of you. You had barely escaped with your life that day, but you carried wounds that could never really heal - a synthetic kidney from where one of his troopers managed a lucky shot being the worst of it.

And even now, as you looked at his son, a boy who let your stories wash over him with a small smile, you could not let go. You had moved on long ago, found someone else to spend the end of your days with and you loved them deeply. But Anakin Skywalker would always be your first love, and though you had failed him, perhaps you could do right by his children.

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dailydragon08 · 10 months

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Breathe With Me Part II

Summary: Luke is determined that you end your day on a good, relaxed note. Pairing: Luke Skywalker x Gender Neutral!Reader Rating: M Warnings: crying/emotional reader, steamy makeout session, illusions to past/future smut (not described, just as in "this has happened before/could happen in the future"). A/N: Reposting AGAIN. Again, tried to write it so you can insert any era of Luke you want (no idea how soon after ANH he became a commander). Please let me know if you want a part 3 with Luke and reader's vacation! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. Masterlist can be found linked in my pinned post on my blog (which includes a link to part 1; Tumblr is weird about links with me sometimes and if I link things, it gets lost in the ether, so please take a look if you’re interested!). Enjoy!

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You went to take a sip out of your water, sighing when only a few drops slid down your throat. You glanced at the empty mug and set it back down on the table harder than you meant to, wincing as Threepio startled and looked at you. “Sorry, didn’t mean to do that,” you mumbled, turning back to your datapad.

“Oh, it’s quite all right,” Threepio replied. Artoo whistled next to him.

You tried to concentrate on the files Leia had sent you, but everything was jumbling together into an incoherent mess in your mind. You set the pad down and leaned back in your chair, rubbing at your eyes as you looked around the mostly empty conference room back on the rebel base. “You know, you guys don’t have to stand here if you don’t want. I won’t mind if you need to leave.”

“Oh, well,” Threepio motioned to his companion, “Master Luke instructed us to stick close to you. He mentioned you’d been under a lot of stress and wanted us available to you in case you needed any assistance.”

Your heart swelled and you chewed on your fingernail, unsure what to say. He was always so sweet and thoughtful. “Do you know when he’ll be back?”

Artoo beeped as an arm shot out of one of his sockets, grabbing your empty mug by the handle and speeding out of the room. You watched him with a frown before returning your eyes to the protocol droid.

“Oh, I suppose it should be any minute now. I don’t believe they went far from base.”

You nodded your thanks, feeling tears fill your eyes as Artoo wheeled back over to you. He whirred softly as he set your now full cup of water back down on the table in front of you. You patted his head and smiled, picking up your datapad again to message Leia.

Will it be an issue if I get these files back to you tomorrow instead?

She replied instantly. Not at all. Is it bad again today?

Yeah. Really bad.

I’m sorry things got too hectic for a vacation once we all got back. I just freed up some time, so why don’t you let me take care of those files? If you send Threepio my way to help, it shouldn’t be an issue for me. Go get some rest. You’ve earned it. Luke is with me now giving a report. He’s almost done and I’ll send him your way as soon as we finish.

Thank you, ILYSM.

ILY too. Now go rest.

You sighed, sending Threepio to aid the princess as requested before trudging down the hall. Artoo stayed faithfully by your side, determined to carry your water for you. Since Luke had become a commander, he got his own small, but private quarters. You had your own bunk assigned to you with the others, but you frequented Luke’s room so often, people usually looked for you there first. You buzzed the code into the keypad—still feeling your stomach do somersaults at the fact that Luke made your name his passcode—and flopped down on the mattress.

You glanced around for a moment before burying your face in the pillow and letting the Jedi’s familiar scent wash over you. Doing all he did for the rebellion had its perks (mainly thanks to Leia): a double bed, his own private refresher complete with a bathtub (a small tub, but still a tub), a mini fridge, a small counter complete with storage, a kettle, and burner, and even a screen that came down out of the ceiling to go with his projector. It was initially intended for meetings with others off base, but you and Luke had used it for watching holos whenever you got the chance.

Artoo dimmed the lights as your eyes drooped, using one of his little arms once more to pull the blanket over you. He struggled with the thick material and you smiled, helping him pull it the rest of the way over your shoulders. “Thanks, buddy.”

He chirped happily before settling beside you to wait for Luke.

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A gentle shake on your shoulder pulled you out of your slumber. You’d ended up crying yourself to sleep, the box of tissues Artoo had brought from the refresher still on the bed beside you. Luke sat beside you on the bed, staring down at you with concern as he moved the tissues to his nightstand and brushed some leftover tear tracks away with his thumb. “Hey, starflower.”

“Hi,” you warbled as he kissed your forehead.

He gently brushed your hair away from your face. “Guess what?”

“What?”

“Leia managed to get us both five days off.”

You stared at him in amazement. “Five? But won’t they need us? Especially you?”

“Things are calm enough now that they’ll manage.”

“But what if something happens?”

“Then they’ll call us, but Leia seems to think we’ll be fine. Even Mothma agreed. Now scoot over.”

You did as told and he climbed into the bed with you, pulling you tight against his chest. He kissed your forehead again, his hands gently wandering from your hair to your cheek, jaw, and neck. His fingers wrapped around the back, massaging the tension away. You weren’t sure how long you laid there, dozing on and off with Luke peppering your face with kisses and massaging your sore muscles. His soothing voice whispered sweet nothings in your ear as he nuzzled into you, smoothing a hand up and down your back and squeezing you tight.

“Does anything in particular sound good?” he asked. “Or do you want me to take the lead?”

“Um…” you hesitated. The dimmed lights made a blue, almost hyperspace-like glow in Luke’s room. That, combined with the steady beat of his heart against your ear, made you feel like you could breathe deeply for the first time in weeks. “I’m having trouble thinking right now, so do you…” you glanced up at him, “Do you mind taking the lead?”

“Of course I will.” His thumb brushed against your cheek before he left a soft kiss on your lips, then your nose, cheeks, and forehead. “Will you be okay if I get up and get some things ready for a few minutes?”

You nodded, reluctantly extracting yourself from his hold. He kissed the back of your hand as he slid out of bed, clinging to you until you were out of reach. He murmured a few things to his astromech that you ignored as you let your eyes slide closed again. You hugged Luke’s pillow to your chest, inhaling his scent and pretending he was still holding you. You heard him moving around the room, prying your eyes open long enough to see him rooting around in his mini fridge as Artoo whizzed down the hallway at top speed like he always did whenever Luke sent him on a mission. Their closeness made you smile as you closed your eyes again.

You had almost slipped into sleep again when you heard Artoo hustle back in with a series of excited beeps, followed by the sound of running water and a plunk. You opened your eyes to Luke gently stroking your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear as he pulled you into a sitting position. “Mmkay, sweetheart, let’s get you out of these clothes.”

“Mmm, kinky.”

He chuckled. “Not like that.” He brushed his lips against your neck, just below your ear, as he helped you undo your pants. “But if you want, I’m more than happy to help with that. But no pressure if you’d rather just relax and cuddle.”

You lifted your hips as Luke slid your bottoms and underwear off in one go. “I’m…not sure I could get in the right headset for that to feel good right now. I’m sorry. Is it okay if we just see how I feel?”

“Of course.” Luke lifted your shirt over your head. “You never have to apologize and you’re never obligated to do anything.” He pressed his lips to your forehead before shrugging off his jacket and rolling his sleeves to his elbows. Before you could admire his forearms and hands for too long, he disappeared into the refresher again and you heard the water stop. He hurried back out and carried bridal style to the refresher. He set you down in the now full tub of warm water, complete with a lavender bath bomb.

“Where did you even find this?”

“Leia had a few. She knew you were stressed, so told me I could use some if I needed them. I hope the lavender is okay. The scent is supposed to help you relax.”

You nodded, leaning back in the tub. “Yeah, it’s perfect.” You sighed as you felt the exhaustion hit you like a freight train, bringing more tears to your eyes. “Ugh, no, I thought I was done.” You buried your face in your hands, leaning your elbows against your thighs in the water.

Luke rubbed your back. “Just let it out. Do you want some space or company?”

“Don’t go,” you mumbled into your hands.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You felt him kiss your hair before gathering it behind you and tying it into a loose bun. “You left a hair tie here last time. Who knew you forgetting things would end up being so convenient?”

You let your hands fall into the water, huffing out a meager laugh as Luke took your favorite body wash—which had found a home in his refresher—and spread it over his hands. “I mean, I practically live here anyway, so does it really count as forgetting?” You groaned as Luke’s hands smoothed over your body, gently working out the knots as he came across them.

He laughed and the sound further relaxed your muscles. “I guess not.” He hesitated, gently pushing you to lean back so he could rub the body wash over more of you. “You know…if you did just want to…move all your stuff in here, I wouldn’t mind.”

You glanced at him hopefully. “Is that allowed?”

He shrugged, rubbing your thighs. You couldn’t help but admire the veins and tanned skin of his forearms. You always forgot how large his hands were until you saw them compared to you, making you melt every time. “I doubt it would cause too much of a ruckus. Command knows you’re in here more often than your own quarters anyway and no one’s said anything yet. Plus, I am also part of command. I could pull a few strings…if you want.” His blue eyes looked at you hopefully, nervousness tinging their edges.

“Are…” you paused to groan slightly as his hands moved to your sore calf muscles, “are you sure you want me to?”

He smiled and the lovestruck look in his eyes made you want to cry again. “More than anything.”

Your stomach flipped and you smiled shyly at him before nodding.

His face lit up. “Is that a yes?”

You smiled. “Yeah.”

He flashed a toothy grin at you before squeezing your thigh and pressing a deep kiss to your lips. You pressed your forehead to his for a few seconds before you both laughed, kissing him again before his hands traveled to your ankles and feet.

You glanced at his hair and chuckled. “I think it might be a bit humid in here.”

He laughed. “Well, I know how you like your water to be Mustafar temperatures.”

You couldn’t help the loud laugh that bubbled up out of you. “Your hair’s so fluffy.”

He smiled before shaking his head vigorously, making it fluff up even more. “If you tell anyone else that nickname, I’ll get you back.”

“What, you don’t wanna hear them call Commander Floofwalker over the loudspeakers?”

He laughed. “No. Especially Han will never let me live that down.”

“I mean, you have similar haircuts, so I bet his does it too—oh, Maker, imagine poor Chewie.”

Luke laughed so hard, he had to pause in massaging your feet. “Oh no, that would be bad. We might not be able to get him through the door to the Falcon’s cockpit.”

“I’m sure Han would love having a bunch of poofy fur in his way while he’s trying to pilot.”

“Just flying like pleh pleh pleh.”

You giggled, admiring his smile as he met your eyes.

“It’s good to hear you laugh again. I love your laugh.” He smoothed a hand up your calf and back onto your thigh. “And your legs.”

Your smile faded a bit. “Are you sure? I’m a little insecure about them.”

“I know you are. But they’re perfect, I promise.” He kissed the part of your knee that poked out over the water. “Every part of you is. But you are turning into a giant wrinkle, so I think that means it’s time to get out.”

He helped you up and out of the tub, pulling the drain and drying you off with your favorite fluffy towel. “Now,” he kissed your jaw, “do you want Artoo to go grab some clothes from your room or just wear mine?”

You fixed him with a look. “You know the answer to that one.”

He smiled before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into the bedroom with him. He put his hands on your shoulders and gently sat you down on the edge of his bed before turning on the burner and setting the kettle on top of it. He pulled a mug and hot chocolate pack out of the cabinet before making his way to his dresser. After gently pulling a black v-neck shirt over your head and helping you step into his boxers, he left a soft kiss on the inside of your thigh.

As he stood, you pulled out the hair tie, the motion making the collar slip off one shoulder. You glanced up as Luke blew a slow breath out his mouth, his eyes tracking the movement hungrily. You chuckled nervously. “What?”

“Just…” Luke shook his head, shuddering out another breath as his blushing face filled with awe. “When your hair sort of just rains down like that combined with the off-the-shoulder….”

You laughed. “You okay over there?”

He laughed breathlessly, stepping between your legs and pulling you flush against him. “Yeah.” He pressed a deep kiss to your lips, his hands roaming underneath the fabric of his shirt to glide over your skin. Your lips moved in tandem as his hands, still warm from the bath water, slowly traced up and down the sides of your torso and spine. He gasped softly as you dipped your tongue into his mouth, returning the gesture as his hands moved over the top of your shirt, his fingers barely grazing over your chest to cup your face. His hands were large enough that his thumbs could still stroke your cheeks while his fingers wrapped around the back of your neck. You slid your hands up his chest, feeling the toned muscle beneath his shirt, slipping into his hair and giving it a gentle tug. He shuddered out a shaky exhale and you felt his knees buckle slightly as he leaned against the bed.

Before you could continue, the kettle started whistling. Luke continued kissing you, hands wandering, for several seconds as the whistling intensified. You laughed against his lips. “Luke—”

He cut you off with another kiss, murmuring a hmm? into your mouth. You pushed against his chest and he finally pulled away with a dazed expression on his face. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, but your kettle.”

He frowned. “Huh?” His eyes widened as the whistling increased in intensity, his head whipping around so fast his hair flew with him. “Oh!”

You laughed as he rushed over to the kettle, taking it off the burner and depositing the hot chocolate pack’s contents into the mug. “I thought Jedis were supposed to be focused.”

He chuckled as he poured the steaming water over the powder. “I was focused, just not on the kettle…Oh, I’m out of spoons…uhhh…” He hesitated before swirling his fingers several inches above the cup.

You laughed harder. “Are you Force-stirring?”

He laughed with you. “Maybe?”

You clutched at your stomach. “Artoo is literally holding a spoon in his arm.”

“No, he’s—oh.”

Artoo beeped, holding a plastic spoon from the cafeteria in one of his pinchers.

You doubled over on the bed. “Maker, Luke.”

“You got me a bit frazzled, okay?” The sound of his bright laugh filled the room and your chest. He took the spoon from the droid before stirring the mug before him. “It’s not my fault you’re so attractive. I’m over here trying to pamper you and you’re making fun of me.”

“And I appreciate it. I love you. I’m sorry.”

He smiled, his joy so palpable and radiating, you wondered if this was how he felt when he sensed your emotions through the Force. “I love you too.” He handed you the mug, watching you lovingly as you took the first sip. “Is it warm enough? Taste okay?”

You nodded, setting it down on the nightstand and scooting over, patting the space beside you.

He climbed in next to you, using the Force to push the button that brought the screen down. He took his datapad from a drawer in the nightstand and fired up the projector, his library of downloaded holomovies lighting up the tarp. Pulling you against his chest, he left a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead before holding the pad out to you. “You pick. Then we can get some dinner, sleep, and decide if we want to just relax here for the next few days or fly anywhere you want.”

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gonzo-rella · 2 years

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Imagine: Being Han’s Sibling and Han, Luke and Obi-Wan Realising You Are Force-Sensitive

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

Relationship(s): Han Solo x gn!sibling!reader (familial), Obi-Wan Kenobi x gn!reader (platonic), Luke Skywalker x gn!reader (either platonic or romantic; you decide!)

Warnings: None! (Let me know if I need to add any)

(A/N: Welcome to my first attempt at an imagine; let me know if you have any imagine requests! I had this idea while I was rewatching A New Hope. I thought the idea of Han having a Force-sensitive sibling was pretty neat, and I’d love to continue this idea in other fics.)

Luke hissed when he got blasted by the training remote. It ceased fire.

“Can I have a go?” you requested, almost cheering up Luke with your childlike question.

Luke handed you the lightsaber, now switched off.

“Be my guest.” he grumbled.

Obi-Wan watched you with an unnerving curiosity. “Say, Y/N-” He stood up and turned away from you momentarily. “Why not try it with this?”

He turned back to face you and handed you a helmet with its blast shield down.

You furrowed your brows. “How am I supposed to see?”

“You’re not.” he replied simply. “I’m sure you won’t need to rely on your sight.”

Han rolled his eyes and glanced over at Obi-Wan. “Their instincts are only good for gambling, old man. You’re just setting them up to get a bunch of holes blasted into them.”

Obi-Wan didn’t reply, causing Han to scoff. You activated the lightsaber while Luke fixed the helmet onto your head. The training remote started up.

At first, you got hit in the shoulder and shin, but, slowly but surely, you began to deflect the blasts with relative ease. Han’s brows knitted. Meanwhile, Luke’s jaw was agape, his eyes just as wide (an expression that didn’t even change when he got blasted in the foot). Obi-Wan wore a knowing smile.

The training remote ceased fire once again, as did the lightsaber in your hand.

You removed your helmet and grinned at the men.

#star wars x reader #luke skywalker x reader #han solo x reader #obi-wan kenobi x reader #luke skywalker #han solo #obi-wan kenobi #star wars #x gn!reader #x gender neutral!reader #imagine

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beautifuldreamlandwonderland · 10 months

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Updates on new stories! (Please read)

Hi everyone! It's been a while since I last released a story on here..hope everyone is healthy and doing well in their lives and didn't forget about me haha...but anyways, enough rambling!

I wanted to share everyone my Wattpad, which I've had for some time, but have been forgetting for months to share it. So, mainly, my dear Star Wars, Demon Slayer, Harry Potter, and Gravity Falls fans, I have a Wattpad that focuses on just that, and for you Harry Styles simps, I may or may not have something in the works for him as well ;)

I have a few books on there already started, a Bill Cipher x Reader (which I promise to update very soon) called Burn Me Alive!

A Luke Skywalker x Reader called Galaxy and Roses, which I will also, update very soon! <3

For Demon Slayer, I have Demon Slayer Imagines and Preferences as well as a Harry Potter Imagines and Preferences book.

Lastly, my separate story is Wherever The River May End, which is a heated little love story, with some dark themes, LGBT representation, some spicy themes..and overall just a story for mature audiences. Granted, I haven't updated it in a while due to being busy and focusing on my other stories that people enjoyed more, since that story didn't get much attention. I hope some of you check it out and let me know if you're interested in me updating it once again! <3

Thanks to those who read my stories, and here's the link to my Wattpad! :D

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am-i-obsessed---maybe · 2 years

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With my new fuck it attitude- enjoy a snippet of a fic that will never leave my google doc🙃

When you made it to Polis Masa, Bail instructed you to stay on the ship.

You couldn’t sit down, couldn’t quiet your mind. You still had no idea where Anakin was, you had never been a part of these things before. Confidential information and sneaking around the galaxy. You felt like you were a part of one of the stories Anakin told you about his missions.

After a while Bail boarded the ship once again along with Obi Wan, two babies, a small green creature and a coffin.

The babies were put in a small room on board while the coffin was put in the hull and the small green creature walked past you and into a conference room along with Bail.

You went up to Obi Wan.

“I need some answers Obi Wan. What is this? Why did you take me here and Where are Padme and Anakin?” You asked, looking into his eyes. They were broken.

“Y/N” He began. He looked like he was barely holding himself together.

“I apologize if I’ve scared you but you were the last person Padme called” He said and you nodded.

“And?” You asked.

“And things are about to change drastically” He said and you looked at him in utter confusion.

“I don’t know what kind of riddle you think this is but the Chancellor said the Jedi tried to kill him and the Jedi temple burned down. I need to know that Anakin, Padme and their child are all safe” You said, slowly losing your temper.

“No one has told me anything including why I’m here” You continued, anger rising. “What is going on?!”

“Anakin and Padme are dead” Obi Wan finally said flatly and you looked at him as if he was crazy. “What?” You asked.

“Anakin was killed along with the rest of the Jedi and Padme died in childbirth” He explained and realization hit you. The babies were Padme and Anakin’s.

“The babies and the- the coffin is- Oh maker” You said, bringing your hands up to your face.

They were gone. Anakin was gone.

“What’ll happen to the kids?” You asked once you were able to.

“We are about to decide that now” Obi Wan said, tilting his head to the conference room.

“I will speak with you more afterwards. All of this must stay between us.” He said, walking past you and you looked at him in shock as he went in.

One of your best friend’s was dead and a Jedi, a senator and a green thing were about to decide what to do with his children and you weren’t in that room. Well you were about to be, no matter what it took.

You stormed into the room, slamming the button to open the door and confidently walking in.

“My wife and I will take the girl. We’ve always talked of adopting a baby girl-” Bail said as you walked in and he suddenly stopped.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” Obi Wan asked and you stared him down.

“I told Anakin- I promised him- that I would do everything I can to look after these kids if anything happened to him” You said and the small green creature turned around in his chair to look at you.

“And who might you be?” He asked.

“I’m Y/N L/N. I was a friend of Anakin Skywalker’s.” You said, holding back the urge to ask who he was and what qualified him to be in this room.

“Y/N, this is Master Yoda” Obi Wan quickly introduced and the small green thing nodded.

“A friend of young Skywalker’s you are, hmm?” He asked and you nodded.

“And when did this promise you make to young Skywalker?” Yoda asked.

“Why does it matter? I gave him my word. I don’t know about you Jedi but to me- to Anakin that means a lot” You said clearly and Yoda nodded.

“Join our discussion then, you must” Yoda said which slightly surprised both you and Obi Wan.

You took a seat next to him since he was the only one you knew at the table.

“Separate them we have decided to do. For their own protection this is” Yoda explained.

“Master Yoda, what shall we do with the boy then?” Obi Wan asked.

“To Tatooine, to his family take him” Yoda said but you butt in. “Anakin doesn’t have any more family on Tatooine, not that he knew anyways” You said, bringing all attention to you.

“His mother married before she died, she had a step son” Obi Wan said but you were unyielding.

“Then he didn’t consider those people his family. He wouldn’t have wanted his son to go to them” You said.

“He grew up on Tatooine. It was his home” Obi Wan tried to argue but you weren’t having it.

“He hated Tatooine. His dream was to leave and once he did he never looked back. Besides, it's incredibly dangerous, between Tuskans and the Hutts- That’s no place to raise a child. Especially if his sister will be raised as a princess of Alderaan” You said. You felt as though you were this child’s only advocate.

“What suggest you?” Yoda asked and you took a moment to think before answering.

“I promised Anakin I’ll do whatever I can to help the baby, I’ll look after it” You answered.

“Y/N, we must hide these children from the Empire. They can never get as close as Coruscant” Obi Wan said.

“Then we’ll go to Lothal, my family has a farm there” You answered before standing up and looking around the table.

“Anakin was my best friend. I promised I would protect his children if the need arose and I will” You said, your gaze moving to senator Organa.

“I know the girl will have a good home with you Senator and I’ve heard Alderaan is a beautiful place but I refuse to let you send the boy to Tatooine to suffer as Ani did on that planet.” You stated, your eyes watering.

“He deserves so much more” You continued. Obi Wan helped you out of the conference room once tears began to flow down your cheeks. He guided you to the room the babies had been put in and returned to the conference room.

You looked down at the sleeping infants in their bassinets, they both looked so peaceful.

When the door opened you expected to be told off by Obi Wan like you and Anakin had been when you got into trouble as children but Bail was the one to enter.

“You would have made a good senator with that speech” He said and you looked down at the babies to avoid his gaze.

“Most people would call me crazy for speaking like that to a galactic senator and two jedi masters” You said, caressing baby Luke’s cheek.

“I prefer the word bold” Bail said, caressing Leia's cheek.

“And I agree with you. As does Obi Wan” He said and you looked at him hopefully.

“Does that mean…” You trailed off.

“I never knew Anakin. Not well at least, but I like to think I was a close friend of Padme’s, she would have wanted someone like you to raise her son” He said and you nodded.

“Thank you” You said, taking Luke into your arms carefully once he began to stir.

“They don’t have to live in total isolation from each other, they should know about each other” You said but Bail disagreed.

“If the Empire were to ever find one twin, the other one must stay safe” He said and you couldn’t argue with that.

“Raise her well” You told the senator and he nodded.

“Keep him safe” He said and you nodded in return.

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radiantvader · 6 months

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˗ˏˋ Rules ˎˊ˗

Hellooo! I'm genuinely super excited to finally start up my blog! I've been wanting to do it for a while now but I've been too scared to actually commit to this account. Thank you to anyone who's reading this right now, I really appreciate you taking the time to actually read this <3

So, before I start writing anything, I wanted to set up some boundaries since there are a few things that make me uncomfortable.

1. A major part of my content is nsfw (18+) so with all due respect, if you're a minor, please leave. I know I can't stop you from viewing my posts but if you interact with any of them, I'm sorry but I will have to block you.

2. Writing ships is something that I've always found super hard to do since I can't seem to find ideas or be creative while writing them, but, I'm not entirely closed to the idea of writing Anidala one-shots, blurbs, headcanons etc. I will mostly write Anakin Skywalker x Reader or Darth Vader x Reader. However, I accept requests for some other characters like :

Obi Wan Kenobi

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Poe Dameron

Leia Organa

Padmé Amidala

3. I'll try my best to write a lot of gender-neutral stuff. However, I can't lie, the chances of me writing MxM content are very low. I just don't know how it works and I'm really sorry if I disappointed any of you guys but I can't write about something I genuinely know nothing about as I'm sure it won't be accurate. I really don't want to mess up and offend anyone, once again, I'm really sorry.

4. I'm okay with writing a lot of kinks and tropes such as :

BDSM

Breath Play

Knife Play

Enemies to Lovers

Size Kink

Corruption Kink

Age Gaps (only if characters are consenting adults)

Blood Play

Anal

Breeding Kink

Infidelity Kink

And much more but I'm too lazy to write them all down. However, Kinks/Tropes/Ships I will NOT write about under any circumstances are :

Rape

Suicide

Self-Harm

Piss/Scat

AniSoka (If you request it, I'm blocking you.)

ObiKin

Age Play (There is a huge difference between Age Gaps and Age Play. I am totally fine with Age Gaps but I will not romanticize infantilism.)

Pedophilia (If you request this, I'm blocking and reporting you.)

Any non-human characters from the SW universe

OmegaVerse

5. Finally, I absolutely love writing but I can't say that I'll answer your requests quickly, especially since I'm really busy with college. However, I promise that I won't take too long, 7 days max. Anyway, I hope you guys like my content, have a good day/night ! <3

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z0mbieb0ybyersblog · 5 months

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request rules!

HOW TO REQUEST

— requests can be sent through my inbox! aka the button on my profile that says request

— state the character, romantic or platonic, the format of the request, and what you want with it

— do you have any specifics for the reader? male, female, blonde, poc, etc?

— PLEASE ACTUALLY SPECIFY WHAT YOU WANT WITH YOUR REQUEST!! ITS VERY HARD FOT ME TO WRITE SOMETHING THAT JUST SAYS "___ x reader (blank)" WITH NO FURTHER EXPLANATION! GIVE ME A PLOT IDEA! And if you want include a prompt you want in it!

WHAT I WILL WRITE:

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male, female, and gender neutral reader

or no reader, I do ships too!!

alternative universe: soulmates, coffee shop, roommates, royal, bookstore, fake relationship, coworkers, neighbors, flower shop, library, bodyguard, modern era, band/rockstar, celebrity, mermaid, pirate, teachers (you can also mix them in your request, like asking for bookstore and coffee shop au! if that makes sense)

Headcanons, one-shots, drabble, imagine, etc.

poly relationships, whether it be character x reader x character or character x character x character

angst

fluff

smut

WHAT I WONT WRITE:

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illegal ships (incest or underage)

dark or yandere

abuse

abortion

pregnancy

omega verse

someone having cancer

rape/sexual assault

canonically gay characters with fem identifying readers/characters, same thing with canonically lesbian characters with masc identifying readers/characters (platonically is fine, romantically isnt)

character list

bolded means they’re my favorite characters to write!

DOCTOR WHO

Nine, Ten, Eleventh, Thirteen, Rose Tyler, Martha Jones, Jack Harkness, Donna Noble

RED, WHITE, & ROYAL BLUE

Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry, June Claremont-Diaz, Nora Holleran, Bea

TED LASSO

Ted Lasso, Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent, Keeley Jones, Rebecca Welton

STRANGER THINGS

Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson

THE OUTSIDERS

Ponyboy Curtis, Johnny Cade, Sodapop Curtis, Darry Curtis, Steve Randall, Twobit Matthews, Dallas Winston

MARVEL

Matt Murdock, Peter Parker (Tobey, Andrew, Tom), Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Loki, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff

[more to be added]

911 FOX

Evan Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Maddie Buckley, Howie Han

STAR WARS

Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

[more to be added]

HARRY POTTER

— golden trio era

Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Cedric Diggory, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Oliver Wood, Draco Malfoy

— marauders era

Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Lily Evans, Pandora Lovegood, Regulus Black, Dorcas Meadows, Marlene McKinnon, Barty Crouch Jr, Evan Roiser, Alice Fortescue, Mary MacDonald, Narcissa Black

[If you want one of these characters, like Remus for example to be older like during the Harry Potter movies let me know!]

— legacy era

Sebastian Sallow, Amit Thakkar, Poppy Sweeting, Natsai Onai, Garreth Weasley, Ominis Gaunt

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lavandula-ipsum · 17 days

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You take Luke Skywalker to a dark corridor. He holds your hand with a smile on his face cause he doesn't know what's coming.

He's delighted at first when you shove a hand down his pants. However, his eyes widen when you pull down yours too and he realizes what you're about to do.

This is when you have to muffle his whimpers in your hand. You make him finish on your underwear, drooling and pleading on your fingers. What a big mess you've made, you tease him. As you get dressed again, you promise to let him clean you up later, as long as he's good for the rest of the day. Then you let him go.

You follow a couple of minutes later so you don't raise any suspicions. After all, you're both required in the war room

As you're sitting with his mess between your legs, you watch him go scarlet red for the entirety of the briefing, his thoughts spiraling out of control. You might have just gotten him off, but he's so worked up still, fantasizing about all he's gonna do to you later.

#luke skywalker smut #thots and prayers #drabble #idk the unholy spirit got into me tonight or something #luke skywalker x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader

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pomplalamoose · 8 months

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to love from afar

🌛bonus chapter🌜

Master Luke Skywalker x reader

summary: An experimental continuation of chapter 1; explores the possibilities of your Master returning your feelings.

word count: 5,908

(basically a fan fiction for my own fan fiction, however if you'd like this to be the true outcome after the first part, you're welcome to of course <3)

read the first chapter here or on AO3🩵💙

You're sitting cross legged on your bed roll; facing you is a simple pair of black pants, neatly folded and looking very inconspicuous.

Yet you are staring at them like they caused you personal harm, like their burden is physically weighing down upon your shoulders.

Being very well aware you're being dramatic doesn't change the fact you have been procrastinating returning the pants, your Master was generous enough to lend to you, for nearly a week now.

The injuries caused by your embarrassing fall down a hill have healed nicely, only a few faint lines still visible where sharp edges cut deep.

And while you are very thankful for your Master's care and attention following directly after, your dreams now only ever circling around how he held you in his arms and briefly touched your cheek, you haven't dared to initiate any kind of contact since then.

When before you were shy and a little standoffish you are outright avoiding him now whenever you possibly can.

And although your heart aches with want and still you crave his praise, his good will, even a smile, you feel as though you would simply go up in flames should he ever bestow his attention upon you again.

The shame, after coming to the conclusion that he knew about your most intimate feelings, your thoughts and dreams all along, too strong to release into the Force.

And you tried. You really really did try.

It is delaying your training after all, keeping you up at night, sneaking up on you during meditation or dinner, haunting your every waking moment.

It's eating you alive and the constant fear that he too will sense this, should your mental shields crack, has exhausted you.

Breathing in deeply and then slowly out again, you make an effort to view your situation differently.

Master Skywalker is kind and understanding.

What are you so afraid of?

He does not deserve your fear.

All this time, it seems, he was aware of your crush that developed into more the longer you stayed with him and the others, and yet did he ridicule you?

Did he punish you?

Did he send you away? Did he tell you to let go of those feelings, make them out to be unbecoming of a Jedi?

No. Of course not. And, you tell yourself, he never would because that's why, among many other things, you would surrender your very being to him.

Even after your last conversation just outside his rooms, when he offered to work on your mental shields with you, he did not do so as a reprimand, but because he genuinely wanted to help.

And even though you sense his disappointment towards your current antics and failings during his lessons, he remains nothing but patient, allowing you to keep your distance, never overstepping your boundaries, not forcing himself on you.

He does not deserve your fear.

Not when he explicitly told you more than once how he cared and wished only the best for his students.

He must have known about your feelings for a long time.

So why would his stance towards them change now of all things?

With sweaty hands you pick up his pants, your heart beating fast as you press them to your chest and make your way outside to search for him.

When you carefully reach out with the Force to locate your Master's current whereabouts, you find your shields already lowered.

You sigh in defeat. Eventually you will have to ask him about his offer to work with you on that.

The afternoon sun is warming your back and slightly soothing your nerves as you make your way into the near woods where you suspect his presence.

Indeed, you soon are able to find him sitting in a small clearing, seeming to be deep in meditation.

At first you are relieved to have an excuse to leave again but then your stomach sinks; you don't know when you'll be able to gather your courage to try again, if at all.

The longer you avoid this, the worse it will get.

But interrupting now?

Maybe you could just place the pants next to him and then make for a run?

He would know, of course, who put them there.

Possibly he'd seek you out after.

No, you decide, it's better to get this over with and just wait until he has completed his exercises.

Nervously chewing on your bottom lip, lost in thought, you don't realize your Master's eyes lazily tracking your every nervous twitch and movement.

Neither do you see his lips curl upwards into a sly smile, or the momentary gleam in his gaze, uncannily resembling that of a predator ready to strike.

His voice, though, is warm and velvety soft, when he speaks, as if to not scare you away.

"Oh hello, what a lovely surprise. I hope I have not left you waiting for too long?"

Unable to do anything but stare, immediately having fallen under his spell again, you shyly shake your head.

Slowly extending his arm in your direction, he beckons you closer and of course you obey. You would never think of doing otherwise.

"I'm very pleased to see my little way ward sheep return to me. Sit with me, Padawan."

Doing as he asked, you awkwardly lower yourself to the ground some distance away, face burning as the nickname echoes in your head.

Your Master, however, does not seem satisfied.

"No, that will not do, Padawan. Do you wish to throw my pants across the clearing? I thought your manners better than that."

Patting the ground directly in front of his crossed legs, like someone would to lure a puppy, he looks at you expectantly.

In disbelief you can't do much but blink at him, sheepishly shuffling across the grass when he doesn't relent, eventually coming to a stop only a few meters away from him.

He shakes his head, again tapping the ground in front of him with growing insistence.

"M-Master...that's hardly-"

You stop mid sentence, suddenly not so sure if it'd be wise to openly question his wishes after basically ignoring him for a week.

Lowering your head you kneel where he wants you to, fussing about invisible flecks of dust in your lap, studiously doing the most to distract yourself from his broad chest right in front of your face.

With a deep exhale he unfurls his long legs, resting them on either side of you, strategically caging you in.

"Very good. Although it would have been easier to comply right away, don't you think, Padawan?"

Without waiting for an answer, he continues.

"Let's take a moment to practice, yes? I believe you will benefit from this greatly."

Then, abruptly pulling you out of your confusion, his voice suddenly turns commanding.

"Look at me."

Startled your head snaps up immediately and you're rewarded with a smile.

His commanding tone however, does not change.

"Hand me my pants. Good. Now say: thank you dear Master, for lending them to me."

"Th-Thank you, dear Master, for lending them to me."

"You are most welcome, Padawan. Repeat after me: Master, what could I possibly do to repay you?"

Is he teasing you? Blinking up at him you obey nevertheless.

"Master, what could I possibly do to repay you?"

For a long moment he has you pinned with his gaze, then leaning forward, his hair tickling your cheek, he whispers in you ear.

"Mmh aren't you lovely, Padawan. There are indeed a few things you could do for me. And you will, won't you? You are always so well behaved, always eager to please, isn't that right?"

Barely daring to breath you've grown very very still, your mouth hanging open slightly.

You must have fallen asleep earlier without realizing. This has to be one of your silly dreams.

Will he ask you for a kiss now? It would be so easy to oblige too, just a quick turn of your head and you'd be able to touch your lips to the corner of his mouth and then-

"Padawan. I asked you a question."

Oh. Maybe not a dream then?

"Uhhh yes, Master?"

Leaning back, he slightly tilts his head.

"You weren't listening."

It isn't a question.

Your thoughts temporarily strayed very far away and he knows, surely having a very good idea where to as well.

You briefly check your shields. They are down.

Damnit.

Avoiding his gaze you concentrate instead on the smooth skin just above his collar.

"I apologize, Master. It won't happen again."

You notice the way his Adam's apple moves when he huffs a laugh.

"It isn't wise to make promises one can't keep, my Padawan. But I will let you get away with it this time. Now, back to my original question-"

"I remember, Master!", you interrupt excitedly when the fog in your brain momentarily lifts.

"You wanted me to do something for you, did you not? Am I not right?"

"I guess I can let that count, yes.", he answers calmly, clearly amused at your sudden eagerness.

Determined now, to further please him, unbeknownst doing exactly as he foretold, you don't shy away this time, waiting for his directions.

This isn't going as bad as you feared!

Yes you embarrassed yourself many times over a span of what? Ten minutes? But you don't seem to be in trouble and that's all that matters to you.

You're rather stupefied when he gets up, suddenly towering over you.

Still kneeling on the soft grass you have to crane your neck to keep looking at him, not understanding right away he expects you to get up as well.

So when you simply remain at his feet he raises his eyebrows, his expression awfully close to the gentle exasperation you dislike so much.

"What is it, Master?", you ask, rather insecure now.

A sigh.

"When was the last time you had a full nights rest, Padawan?"

Furrowing your brow you try to think.

You find you don't know and neither are you able to comprehend why he's asking.

"M-Master? I don't think I understand, I-"

You break off when he leans down, taking hold of you under your shoulders and hoisting you up.

"I shouldn't be so surprised.", he says under his breath before fully addressing you once more.

"Come along, Padawan."

Humming softly to yourself you follow after him, still unsure of his motivations.

But now that he has mentioned it you realize you are very tired indeed.

Mmh, why did he ask about your sleep again?

You can't say you are able to tell, not when your limps are so heavy all of a sudden, your brain for once nicely quite and fuzzy.

Slowing down your steps to yawn, you decide to take a quick break; right over there that mossy spot looks very comfortable.

Your Master, however, seems to have different plans, swiftly taking your hand in his and pulling you along before you can sit down.

"Please, 'm so tired, Master!", you whine but are quickly soothed when he gently squeezes your hand and tugs you closer.

"Yes, my Padawan, I know. Just a few more steps, okay? See, we already made it out of the woods. And right over there", he points, "is where we want to go."

Reassured you happily follow after him, already too spaced out to worry about clearly being led towards his rooms, when you suddenly recognize your friends voice calling from afar.

"Master Skywalker!"

Sounding quite distressed, they quickly draw nearer.

"Master Skywalker, have you seen-"

Immensely relieved they are abruptly coming to a halt when they see your smaller figure close to his.

"Oh thank the Force you found them! They simply disappeared and we were so worried something had happened!"

In the distance you are able to make out your other classmates.

Are they talking about you? Why are they so worried? How could anything have happened to you while you were with your Master?

You swiftly dismiss your questions when you hear his calm voice responding, your friend evidently relaxing as well.

"Everything is alright now. I will look after them and make sure they get the rest they need. You may let the others know as well."

Absentmindedly nodding along you are simply content to hold your Master's hand.

This is wonderful. You wouldn't mind this moment lasting forever.

"Of course, Master. Is there something, anything, we can do to help?", your friend asks, eyeing you suspiciously as you cling to him, possessively hugging his arm to your chest.

You giggle.

In hindsight you'll wisely acknowledge that sleep deprivation is not a good look on you and so are eternally thankful for your Master's patience, who simply smiles and shakes his head to send your friend on their way again.

"Come on now.", he then says to you.

When you eventually arrive in his living space, he makes you sit on his comfortable cushions again.

"I will be right back, don't leave!", he tells you sternly and you hear him tinkering around in his kitchen.

That's also about the last thing you perceive, because then, quite surprising yourself, you are pulled into a deep and dreamless sleep.

***

When you slowly return to the world of the living, you have no idea where you are.

Neither do you know for how long you were out, nor what day or time it is.

It´s very quiet but somewhere, in the distance, running water is audible.

Spotting a window, you climb out of the unfamiliar bed, you were resting in, to look outside.

It seems to be late in the afternoon, close to dusk and you spot a few fellow students working in a pretty little garden.

One sees you as well, waving cheerily and you relax again, returning the greeting.

Good news: you are not on a foreign planet like you momentarily feared.

That'd be rather stupid too. Force, what is wrong with you.

Surely someone has to be around, making dinner or tidying up after their training, who you can ask how late it is.

However peeking out of the bedroom and then around the orderly near rooms, you happen upon nobody. Strange.

Normally most of the Padawans spent their early evening inside their quarters and yet there is nobody to be seen, not a sound to be heard.

Even the water, you suddenly realize, has fallen silent.

You can't even tell who lives here, a very obvious lack of personal belongings, like a cloak or a light saber, confusing you.

Deciding to quickly check out the missing rooms before heading out, you make your way down a short corridor and throw open a door to the left.

Only to be faced with your very wet, very naked Master.

The shriek leaving your mouth, rivals that of a krayt dragon going in for an attack, only rising in volume when your Master steps towards you, not even remotely bothering to cover up.

Without thinking you slam the door shut in his face, continuing to screech.

The picture of his nude body burning itself in yor brain not even close to calming you down.

"OH MY GODDDD!!! WHAT THE HELL!!!"

In your shock you inadvertently fall back on your home planet's way of speaking, releasing a wild string of curses that your mother definitely would not approve of.

You can't believe that just happened.

This is horrible.

This is way worse than anything that ever happened to you in your life before.

Faintly you can hear laughter before the wooden door opens, revealing you Master. Still gloriously naked.

Screaming yet again, you quickly shield your eyes like you would to block out the sun, the sight of him too much to endure.

"Cover up. PLEASE!!! Jesus Christ."

"Oh gladly.", comes the amused voice of your Master.

"You will have to step aside though, I don't keep my clothes in a bathroom. Do you?"

You feel him placing two warm hands on your shoulders to gently steer you out of the way.

"No! Of course not!", you reply, your voice a tad too loud.

"I'm very glad to see you out and about again. And you seem to be doing much better too.", he says conversationally as you hear his footsteps proceed away from you.

How is he so calm?????

Peaking through your fingers and then fully lowering your hands when you realize he stepped out of sight, you release a breath.

"Master, I'm genuinely sorry for raising my voice at you just now. And also horribly so for catching you off guard.", you blurt out, feeling like you might burst from sheer embarassment alone.

His answer is another laugh.

"Oh really? I´d say you were the one caught off guard, not me. I was very well aware you were coming my way."

You are scandalized, your heart still racing.

"But why didn't you say anything?! You could've locked the door or told me off, Master!"

"And withhold you from learning an important lesson? I don't think I ask too much, my Padawan, by expecting you to sense other people in a building."

"B-but Master! I- That´s not fair! I was still half asleep, I-"

Entering the corridor he fixes you with a stern look you would normally quiver under but right now...

Without meaning to your eyes lower to where a pair of still open pants are hanging from his hips, revealing...quite a lot.

Horrified you immediately tear your gaze away, your cheeks heated and burning.

"M-master, please, this is hardly appropriate."

Only when you hear the rustling of fabric and then a zipper do you dare to look at him again.

To your dismay he chooses not to put on anything else, instead moving around you and leaving you standing there like rooted to the spot.

"No, I will not put on a shirt.", he says over his shoulder, answering your unspoken question.

"This is my home and I quite enjoy relaxing after a day full of work too."

Turning to to look at you, he motions you to follow.

Then

"You seem to have a different opinion after sleeping in my bed for over a day? Care to elaborate?"

That stings but you're too stupefied to answer.

You slept in HIS bed, in his actual bedroom and didn't even realize?

He laid you down IN HIS BED?

Yes exactly, you remind yourself, and as if that alone wasn't enough you thanked him by walking in on him just stepping out of the shower, disrespecting his privacy and getting an eyeful of his big-

"Shields up.", comes the stern command.

"I am far from insecure but some things I'd rather my Padawan not think about too intensively. Even though I´m quite flattered, of course."

You hear the smirk in his voice but the shame you managed to keep at bay since finally getting some rest, comes back with full force; your eyes are burning and you turn away so he does not see your face.

As always you can't hide your feelings from him though and immediately hear steps moving towards you.

But oh, you try.

Pressing the heels of your hands tightly over your eyes like a petulant child, you simply avoid to grant him a look at you, even when you feel him gathering your head between his big palms.

"I apologize, Padawan. I'm an awful tease and I took it too far this time. You have every right to be upset with me. Please don't take this to heart."

His thumbs start to caress your cheeks, wiping away stray tears that somehow made it past your hands.

"I truly am sorry. It was not my intention to make fun of your weakness or the feelings you may have regarding me."

Gently he maneuvers you to sit, and, kneeling before you, he pulls your stubborn arms aside.

At first you try to struggle but then quickly give in, his strength far exceeding yours.

"Yes that's it, good girl.", he murmurs.

"I promise that nothing I said came from malice or was meant as an accusation. In truth I did not know how to approach you about a certain topic and I misspoke. Can you forgive me?"

You nod, and the smile he gifts you for an answer makes your heart skip a beat.

He is so beautiful to look at, it hurts.

"I'm not.", you say sadly and he frowns.

"I'm not a good girl.", you explain.

"I- I try so hard, I really do, but I can't keep my thoughts and feelings separated from my training. And It's ruining everything! I simply can't concentrate anymore. I mess up every single thing I try. I'm a horrible disappointment! A hopeless case. And look what a mess I've made, I-I- how am I suppossed to ever look you in the eyes again?“

Hyperventilating , you have to break off and to your embarrassment start crying in all seriousness now.

This is not the first time that happened, of course, but it's different this time; your face is getting blotchy all over, your eyes are swelling and your body shakes with awful sobs you can't conceal.

"I don't deserve to be here.", you cry.

"Not at all. I will never become a Jedi, not when I'm blindsided by that silly, stupid, ridiculous crush. I'm even a burden to the others. I can't continue like this, I can´t! I should lea-leaveee!"

Your Master's expression, worried and compassionate before, now grows sad.

"Oh my dear Padawan, no. Don't speak ill about yourself that way. Come to me, let me hold you. Yes. Very good."

Pulling your trembling body off the seating cushions and arranging you in his lap, he gently presses you close.

"My sweet sweet girl. Hush now. Everything will be alright. It will all be okay. We will find a solution to this, yes? You are not alone and you are not a burden. To anyone. Do you understand?"

His words only make you cry more and you desperately sling your arms around his shoulders.

"Shh shh shh, I won't let go. I won't. I will hold you until you feel better, okay? You are not alone. It is important to me that you understand this. You don't have to speak, just nod."

Your face buried in the crook of his neck, you nod your head yes.

This you can do.

Anything he asks from you, you will give.

"Good. Very good.", he coos and then you are both quiet for a while; except for your occasional sniffles nothing can be heard.

You don't know for how long you two keep sitting on the floor of his living room.

It is like for one rare moment time has stopped and allowed you to simply exist in his arms.

Eventually the steady stream of your tears slows to a halt and you don't feel as miserable anymore.

Just empty and tired.

"Master?", you ask shyly, not yet daring to remove your head from his shoulder to look at him.

To your relieve, he doesn't insist on it and you can feel his chest rumbling when he hums in acknowledgement.

"You said there was a topic you wished to speak to me about?"

Apprehension sneaks up on you again as soon as you utter your question, your fatigue not hindering your mind at worrying.

After your emotional outbreak and everything said, will it even be relevant anymore? When it is unsure whether you might leave anyways?

"Yes.“, he answers

"I planned to after you found me in the woods but then you fell asleep as soon as I sat you down."

Your body grows tense and he reacts immediately.

"None of that. Don´t be afraid, I will not scold you. I'm simply worried. You have not been sleeping well for quite some time now, have you?"

He is worried? About you?

You bite your lip and shake your head no.

This seems suffice as an answer and your Master continues.

"Mmh I thought as much. As much as it hurts me to say this, I can't have you continuing your lessons like this, Padawan. You are bound to repeat accidents like the one last week and it's my responsibility to see that nothing happens to you. Especially now that you seem unable to do so on your own.“

At this you start sobbing again.

It is one thing to have thought about and suspected this yourself, but an entirely different one to hear your Master, the person you want to make proud above anyone else, coming to the same conclusion.

"I still believe that you are capable of becoming a great Jedi, make no mistake. This is not a race or a competition; you may take as much time as you need.

And that's what I believe you should do. Take time for yourself, Padawan. And, when you are ready, I will be more than happy to take you back on as my student."

You know he means well but your heart breaks all the same.

"Are...are you sending me away, Master?"

He sighs and briefly holds you closer.

"Yes...and no. In truth I am conflicted about it myself. Possibly putting a greater distance between this planet and me would be the wisest direction for you to take.“

He slightly has to speak louder then, to be heard over your helpless whimpers.

"But a very selfish part of mine does want you to leave even less than you do."

Raising your tear stained eyes to his, you look at him confusedly.

"W-what?"

Momentarily turning his head away, you see a muscle work in his jaw as he contemplates what to say next.

"I did not lie when I said I cared for you. I care for your wellbeing as much as for you as a person and I do not want harm to befall you any more than I want that to happen to the others.

However..."

He breaks off, thinks for a second before speaking again.

"In truth t has become increasingly harder to block your...thoughts."

"Oh no, Master, I'm so sorry, I'll make it stop I promise!", you cry.

"I-I didn't know this put a strain on you. I never wanted that, I never, I- I'll leave. I will! You will feel better then!"

You try to get up from his lap to do just that. Even with your mind reeling and body aching you are still set to remove his burden, even if it tears you apart.

Already you are planning what to pack and what to leave behind, your thoughts far away.

He is not letting go of you however, and you find yourself struggling against his grip more and more as sorrowful sobs spill out of you.

"Master, what- let me go. Please. Please don't make this harder than it already is. Don't hurt me so, please."

It's when he grips you around the waist and starts easily shaking your body like a doll, that you come to again, startling at his loud voice.

"LISTEN TO ME!"

Never before has he raised his voice at you or on anyone as far back as you can remember and you still, staring at him with wide eyes.

What did you do wrong? Never have you seen him this upset.

"Listen. To. Me. You misunderstand."

His laboured breath fans across your face, as he's wrangling with himself to calm down.

Then, suddenly leaning forward, he kisses you. Hard.

Caught off guard you let out an involuntary yelp but he doesn't seem to mind, instead jumping at the opportunity to enter your mouth with his tongue.

It's impulsive and heated and slightly disgusting, his lips meeting yours with such fervor, your head starts spinning.

You would have lost your balance would it not have been for how tight he is holding on to you and so you cling right back to him, holding on for dear life.

There are teeth and spit, his hands and his hot mouth all over you; it feels like you are being devoured, eaten alive, wholly and completely consumed by his burning desire, utterly hopeless at the face of it.

When he finally sets you free again, allowing you to suck in desperate gulps of air, you are a moaning, gasping mess.

Light headed and giddy you feel like you're floating.

Desperately wanting to be as close as possible to him, to feel him again, you try reaching his lips with yours but he withdraws, turning his head away abruptly.

"M-Master..."

"No. Don't say anything. Please."

When he looks at you again you notice he is out of breath as well, fixing you with a hungry gaze before reining himself back in.

"Your thoughts trouble me because I have grown fond of you myself. How can I distance myself from them, from you, when you cry out for me so sweetly? It is wrong for me, as your teacher and Master, to act on such urges and I apologize for doing so now.

Yet I do struggle. How am I supposed to look the other way when you are suffering and hurting not only physically but emotionally as well? When I know I could ease your pain with the simplest of actions? When all I would have to do is reach out and take?

Breathing in deeply he wipes his hand over his face.

"I won't let you leave. I can't. Where would you even go, all alone? You need someone to take care of you. You do. But I no longer can be your Master either."

At a loss for words you can only stare up at him, as he gently detangles your limbs from his and then quickly rises, leaving you behind.

Silence falls upon the room once again, but when before it was calm and comforting it is now pressing down on you, like it's stealing the air out of your lungs.

You want to run after him, call out for him, but, too deep in shock, your body simply won't follow your orders.

Outside the sun has long gone, darkness descending all around you.

You should go, you tell yourself, the only thought that rings out in the hollow of your heart.

But where to? Outside or away?

"I won't let you leave", you hear your Master´s words repeated in your head.

Then why did he leave you?

You don't have an answer for any of your questions, too numb and exhausted to care.

Slowly you get to your feet, carefully feeling your way through that dark.

Your hands reaching out, they make contact with what seems to be the entrance and you know you made it, are just about to turn the door knob when all of a sudden there comes a voice.

"Wait."

With a startled squeak you whirl around to be faced with a tall figure standing across from you; of course you didn't sense your Master's approach and your first instinct is to be horribly ashamed.

However that quickly fades, the least of your worries, when seemingly out of nowhere the room lightens up and you are able to see him fully, completely clad in black again, donning his robes like an armor.

Abruptly it feels like the last hours and weeks were nothing but a dream; as he stands there looking at you, he once again is the perfect picture of the strict and compassionate Master.

His suit and boots perfectly in order, his hair in place and his features calm and belying the emotions, he displayed just a few minutes ago, he looks like he did all those years ago when you saw him for the very first time.

That day, unbeknownst to you, but not to him, you fell in love.

And looking at him now you never were so sure you still are, the same feelings, that came to the surface upon your first meeting, clawing their way up with such force that it hurts.

He steps towards you then and you fight the urge to throw yourself at his feet, to apologize to beg, to cry, to worship, to do anything to convince him to let you stay with him. To make him allow you to exist in his presence.

He has too! He said so himself. He wouldn't let you go. He can´t.

"Master...", you breathe into the quiet.

"Not to you anymore.", he says with something akin to regret in his eyes.

"I have made my decision and it is final. You no longer are a student of my academy."

He might as well have punched through your ribcage, brutally ripping out your heart, tearing its strings; it would have hurt less than this.

You simply stare, too shocked to even cry. Your body reacts like under remote control, your brain shutting down.

"...I understand."

Quickly turning away you grab the door handle with desperate fingers.

You need to get out of here as fast as possible.

Not a single second longer will you be able to bear this humiliation.

The door, however, doesn't budge and it takes you a moment to realize it's because a big hand is easily holding it shut above you.

In an act of desperation, you reach for it with unknown bouts of desperation, gripping it tightly to rip it away, to let you free.

The hand surprisingly moves, but only to wrap itself around the back of your neck and turn you around, pressing you flat against the hard wood.

Your Master's stare is unwavering, sending chills down your spine, nearly scaring you in its intensity.

He lowers his head to speak into your ear, his voice husky.

"No. I don't think you do."

Stepping away and pulling you along, the grip he has around your neck leaves you no other choice but to comply as he finally opens the door, leading you outside.

As your chest quickly rises and falls with your attempts to gather enough of the cool night air, his demeanor gentles, his hand wandering up to stroke your cheek

"It has grown late. Go back to your room, lay down to rest. I expect to see you again tomorrow."

You bristle and shake off his touch.

"I- I don't understand. What- I'm not a student here anymore, I'm not your Padawan. You said you made your decision. That distance between us would be what is best."

He looks at you and at first doesn't respond, as if waiting for you to catch on.

You don't know what you are supposed to catch on to.

"I also said", he begins slowly

"that it is in no way appropriate for a Master to act on his Padawans's feelings."

You blink in disbelief, something that feels a lot like anger arising in your chest.

"Yes. Why do you have to rub that in? I understand. I UNDERSTAND you don't want me and you never will! You-"

With an exasperate sigh he tilts his head.

"Are you my Padawan?", he asks.

Too indignant to care about your manners, you wave your finger in his face.

"Well noooo, I'm not! How can you be so unbearable CRUEL, making me repeat it again and again and- oh."

Oh.

Leaning down he cradles your face in between his hands, leaving a lingering kiss on the crown of your head.

"Go to bed, sweet girl. I'll be here in the morning."

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