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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 · 4 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 · 4 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 · 2 years

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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 · 11 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 · 11 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 · 7 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 · 6 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 · 1 month

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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 · 9 months

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to love from afar

✨Master Luke Skywalker x reader✨

summary: During your training as a Padawan you get hurt and are in desperate need of help.

Of course your Master, Luke Skywalker, comes to your rescue, while you try your hardest to hide your feelings towards him.

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Frantically scrambling for anything to hold on to, you tumble down the shallow hill you were standing on just a few seconds ago.

Quickly you realize you couldn't have chosen a worse spot to loose your footing, as you feel sharp stones digging their edges into your legs, scraping up your arms and shoulders.

A collection of rather thorny growths finally stops your fall, but, to your dismay, also hinders you at successfully getting up again, the thorns already having a very solid hold on your soft clothes.

Still you try to move, wanting to at least retain some last bit of your dignity.

You instantly regret that decision when a horrible pain shoots through your limps, rendering you very much helpless.

"Uhhhhhh, are you okay?"

A hesitant voice rings out and out of the corner of your eye you spot your sparring partner moving toward you with a concerned expression.

Carefully you will your head to look at them, preparing to ease their worries with some easy words.

All that escapes your mouth though, is a very pathetic noise, somewhere between a groan and a whine.

Now standing directly next to you, their eyes grow huge.

"Oh. Oh wow, oh force. Oh wow. Uhhh. Is all of that your blood?"

Instead of responding you just continue looking up at them.

Even if you were currently able to form words, it'd be rather useless, because OF COURSE it's your blood.

At least that's what you assume.

Due to your current inability to move even a single muscle you haven't managed to get a good look at yourself and your injuries.

You're not sure you want to anyways.

If there is as much blood as your fellow student's reaction indicates, you'd rather not.

An awkward silence falls, before they shake off their initial shock and crouch, trying to help you sit up.

Finally in an upright position again, you heave a sigh of relief, which immediately turns into a shriek when you spot your bloody legs tangled in thorny tendrils.

"Oh no oh no oh no, get them off, get them off of me, this hurts like hell!", you sputter at the same time they say

"Just stay here like this, I'll get help. I'll be back real fast, I promise."

Instantly you stop in your tracks, looking up at them with as much indignance you can muster right now.

"Oh don't you dare! The others can't see me like this, that would be SO embarrassing, you can't do that to me!"

When they don't reply right away, you quickly fall suspicious. Then suddenly you see a complacent expression grow on their face.

"Don't be so silly.", they say with a widening grin, "I'm getting Master Skywalker, of course!"

With that they turn around and sprint away before you can properly register their words.

Horrified you do your best to square your shoulders and straighten your back, your hands shooting up to to fix your hair.

Quickly finding it a hopeless endeavour, you hurriedly try wiping at your face instead to get it as clean as possible.

Unfortunately, with your hands full of dust and bloody sprinkles you end up doing more harm than good, eventually just slumping back down in defeat.

You are very well aware you're not getting out of this predicament alone; still you have to admit that you'd rather be surrounded by a group of snickering classmates than having to face the gentle exasperation Master Skywalker will surely display.

It's an expression he regards you with often and it never fails to make you want to curl up and hide away somewhere.

You hate having such a hard time successfully carrying out even the simplest of his exercises and while Master Skywalker has been nothing but patient with you, you want to be good enough, just once, to hear some of his rare praise directed at you instead of messing up most of the time.

The vehemence of this wish at first surprised even yourself until you awoke one morning, rather short of breath with a tingling persistence between your legs.

The realization you had developed a crush on your teacher slowly dawning on you then.

Far from the only one fawning over his good looks, you and the other Padawans happily indulge in the quick exchange of glances, the shared giggles and wildly exaggerated retellings about "that one time during dinner when Master Skywalker held eye contact wayyyy longer than necessary, I swear, he even smiled at me!!!".

Though while the others are doing everything to draw near to your Master whenever they possibly can, some even stumbling into him to hopefully get caught in his embrace, you find yourself going out of your way to avoid just that, finding his presence so overwhelming you'd rather admire him only from a distance.

Now, with the prospect of facing him in your current situation, you feel your heart rate increasing rapidly.

Force, this is humiliating.

You don't even have a good explanation for the fall you just took, simply having failed to be aware of your surroundings, only concentrating on keeping your partners saber out of your face.

There's no way you'll get out of this without at least some extra exercises and one on one training deep into the night.

And even more so you worry you'll be forced to leave because maybe you are just THAT bad and a hopeless case and then-

Like out of nowhere you feel your Master approaching, his presence in the force so all consuming not even you can miss it.

Breathing in and out extra carefully to calm your traitorous heart, his perfectly polished boots enter your field of vision.

At this you can't help but squeeze your eyes shut firmly, not being able to witness his immediate reaction, scared you might accidentally start tearing up in the face of his disapproval.

You hear his steps stop just short of your body, a slight crinkle as he seemingly adjusts his clothes.

Slowly you take a little peek and nearly let out a screech, your eyes shooting open immediately.

His face is hovering close to yours, the movement you heard being from him bending down.

You don't think you ever had the chance to get a glimpse of his face that close.

It's unbearable, like looking into the sun, like drowning in seas of blue.

He scrutinizes you with slightly raised eyebrows, his expression not indicating his thoughts.

When he speaks it's in a surprisingly careful tone, not a trace of the gentle teasing he normally puts forth at the failings of his students.

"I need you to stay very still for me, alright? Can you do that?"

When you nod, he comes to kneel beside you, his hands already moving towards your legs before he suddenly turns to face you again.

"I will need to touch you now. Is that okay?"

Momentarily caught off guard by the way his eyes lock onto yours, you have to gulp before you are able to weakly voice an answer.

"Yes, Master."

At this he tilts his head slightly in acknowledgement, before starting to detangle the thorny tendrils from your legs.

He works with calm efficiency, his movements precise and focused on causing you the least possible harm.

Your mind, though, is reeling.

Not from pain but from how close he is, from how his unwavering focus is concentrated on you alone.

From how-

Oh. He's looking at you again.

"You have been very brave so far, you will hold on a little longer, yes?"

You manage a nod.

"Good. Don't forget to breathe then, I won't accept you fainting on me."

Fighting down the embarrassment you follow his order, not wanting to be caught in your thoughts like that again.

Are your shields strong enough? Did he sense what you were thinking about?

"Now, isn't that much better.", he remarks and you realize your legs are free to move again.

While relieved, you suddenly feel almost sad at how fast he will move on with his day now, leaving you replaying this singular moment a thousand times in your head.

"Yes, thank you so much, Master.", you shyly say while pretending to busy yourself with straightening out your messy clothes.

"I-"

The words get stuck in your throat and a whimper escapes instead, as your attempt to stand fails spectacularly.

He is at your side in a second, hand on your chin, his voice suddenly stern.

"How come you did not deem it important to inform me about the seriousness of your injuries, Padawan?"

"I- I-, no, it's not that bad, really I-"

Flustered you watch as he lifts an eyebrow, his grasp on your chin not wavering in the slightest.

"No? But you seemed to have some trouble there right now, did you not?"

An expectant silence falls, as you try to string together your words but find you're too distraught by the way he basically has you cornered.

After a moment he speaks again.

"I don't like repeating myself over and over again, Padawan. I believe I have told all of my students how important their honesty is to me, especially when they are hurt or in distress."

"Y-yes, Master. Of course, I-"

"Should I not be told immediately if something is wrong? If one of the students under my care is suffering?"

You struggle to continue looking at him but his hand on your chin leaves you no other choice. Your voice comes out rather meek in comparison when you again try to answer.

"No, of course you should be told, Master. I know you only have our best interest in mind. I didn't mean to-"

He hums approvingly.

"Much better. Now tell me. Are you still too weak to walk back by yourself? Do you need me to carry you?"

Your eyes widen at that.

Despite your racing heart, you find yourself nodding, hoping dearly he won't notice your nervousness at the prospect of him holding you so close.

His face softens and he almost smiles.

"Good, there you go. That wasn't so hard, mmh? Put your arms around my neck so I can pick you up properly."

Shakily you comply and are immediately swooped up into his strong arms as if your body doesn't weigh more than a feather.

Careful not to hurt you, he positions your legs around his waist, then holds you close by the back of your thighs.

"Okay?", he asks.

Clinging to his shoulders all you manage is a nod.

To say you're somewhat overwhelmed right now would be an understatement.

Luckily he doesn't seem to need more than that and after slightly adjusting you, you soon find yourself among the other Padawans again.

Your friend, upon spotting you in your Master's arms, gives you a very enthusiastic thumbs up, while all around the air hums with the excited tittering of your classmates.

You can't hold back from sticking your tongue out at them.

All this attention is exactly what you didn't want.

Master Skywalker, meanwhile, steers clear of the little group, heading towards the building where his quarters are located.

Upon noticing this, you are immediately shaken out of your embarrassment, trying to get his attention.

"Master? I don't think-, uuh maybe just, let me down here?"

He doesn't respond to that, continuing forwards like he didn't hear you at all.

You decide to try again.

"The others will look after me, you don't have to worry, it's going to be fine. I'm sure of it!"

To your surprise he huffs a laugh at that.

"Oh yes? Certainly didn't sound like it a few minutes ago. You are not getting out if this so easily, Padawan."

Patting your back like one would to calm a beloved pet, he sets foot inside what seems to be his living room and puts you down on an array of comfortable cushions.

Busy taking in these new surroundings, you don't realize your arms are still clasped behind his neck until he reaches for them to gently ease them away, obviously amused.

"As much as I appreciate your eagerness to follow my order, I can't take a good look at your wounds with you clinging to me like that."

The horror you're feeling at this must be evident on your face.

And then, when you open your mouth to say something, anything, you see it.

That gentle exasperation.

Your heart sinks even deeper; he will never view you as more than a little fool committed to their Jedi training.

You're sure of that now.

Inwardly you scold yourself for hoping otherwise just because he seemed so concerned when he found you lying amidst thorny bushes.

Like he wouldn't have been concerned for any of his students under those circumstances.

Just then you feel big warm hands envelope your much smaller ones, giving a gentle squeeze.

"Look at me, Padawan. Yes, that's it, very good. I did not mean to upset you. Okay?"

He leans forward, closer, as if to make sure his words really reached you.

"Okay?"

You try yourself at a weak smile and nod, his hands squeezing yours again, before he places them down to straighten up.

Shortly after he returns with what seems to be a first aid kit, all his focus concentrated on you once more.

He regards you with such an intensity you can barely stand it, your head immediately lowering again, desperately wishing him to just go on with what he wants to do.

His boots enter your field of vision just like earlier that afternoon, but now under very different circumstances.

You recoil slightly with surprise when he kneels down directly in front of you, still not used to his vicinity, a gasp escaping when he graps your right ankle to get a better look at your leg.

His eyes immediately snap up to yours.

"No, I am okay, that didn't hurt!", you try to reassure him.

"I was just- surprised."

He hums and lifts your leg higher, carefully bending it at the knee, examining its entirety with firm touches, then repeating the same process on the left.

"How was that? It doesn't seem like something is broken or sprained. Did it feel uncomfortable in any way?"

Finally, finally you are given a chance to explain and your shoulders relax slightly.

"Actually, Master, I think the main injuries are superficial scratches. It's just. They were bleeding a lot and now I think my pants are sticking to the wounds? And whenever I move, it feels like they are ripped open anew."

"That seems most likely, yes.", he agrees.

"It might be best to remove them then, before they cause you even more harm. This will also make it easier for me to clean away the blood and make sure nothing is infected."

It is like the world around you has stopped.

His words ring true and yet you can't believe what he expects you to do.

The mere thought of undressing in front of him, your Master, the man you have harbored a hopeless crush on for so long, makes your head spin.

This wasn't how it played out in your dreams and now that you are confronted with reality, you can't think about anything else except your insecurities.

Sensing your shock, he lets go of your left leg and sits back on his heels to give you some space.

"I understand this might be uncomfortable for you.", he begins gently.

"I apologize for my forwardness. I will of course leave while you undress and trust that you are more than capable to take care of yourself just as well."

Through the force you feel his sincerity and are momentarily thankful, the feeling being quickly replaced by something like panic when he makes a move to get up.

You can practically feel your face glowing when you speak up with a quiet voice.

"Master I-, I don't think I'm able to do that on my own. I get-, I cant-"

Placing a hand on your knee he encourages you to keep going and the warmth consoles you a little bit.

Taking a deep breath you continue.

"The blood. Master, I can't see blood. And it hurts. I'm afraid I won't be able to do a very good job. But I know this is necessary, I agree with what you said. I- I need help. Please."

Daring to peek up in his eyes, you see him gazing intently at you, before nodding his agreement.

"That wasn't so hard, mmh? Of course I will assist you in this, I'm very pleased you dared to speak out and ask for help."

Taking his hand off your knee, he momentarily exits the room, leaving you finally able to breath normally again.

Feeling slightly dizzy you bury your heated face in your hands.

You are relieved he agreed to help you, but then, with a wave of nausea, you think of the way you will have to expose yourself in front of him.

Foolishly, in your deepest, most hidden dreams, you had wished for this to happen during a moment of romantic intimacy and not because you fell and rolled down a hill.

You had imagined him leaving heated kisses all over your shivering figure, ultimately dissolving your insecurities in sweet pleasure.

As always the reality is, of course, rather bleak in comparison and you feel tears of embarrassment starting to gather behind your eyes as he reenters, carrying a few medical supplies.

Spotting your agitated expression he quickly draws nearer and crouches down in front of you again, sensing your obvious apprehension.

"Relax, my Padawan, you are allowed to breathe. I will make quick work of this and with your assistance we will get through it easily."

Unhappily you worry your bottom lip between your teeth, too shy to say anything.

Your hear him release a breath through his nose, standing back up when you don't respond.

Fearing he changed his mind and mistook your silence for defiance, you helplessly breath out for him.

"Master, please, don't leave, I-"

"I'm not leaving you.", he tells you calmly as he sits down on the cushions beside you, carefully moving a hand to gently stick a strand of your messy hair behind your ear.

"I understand this is not an easy situation but be assured that I have nothing but your best interest in mind. I would not dream of taking advantage of you in any way, if that is what you are worried about."

"Master, I know you wouldn't!", you reply hastily, turning to look at him.

Only then you realize don't have another explanation you can give him for your behavior.

You have managed to keep your infatuation to yourself and you want it to remain this way, no matter how much you would like to succumb to it.

With him so close it's even harder than usual; you know he can sense your racing heart and thoughts which is precisely why you seek to avoid him otherwise.

"Please don't worry, Master.", you tell him instead.

"I'm...I'm simply all over the place from earlier, I might have hit my head too?"

You inwardly cringe at how unsure you sound even to your own ears but apart from sharply raising his eyebrows at you, he doesn't press the topic any further.

"I expect you to tell me, should you later assume this to be true."

When you quickly agree, his expression softens again.

"Very good. Let's move forward then. I'd like to position your legs over my lap while working if you'd be comfortable with that."

You´re sure your heart almost stops at that but thankfully your body reacts accordingly, scooting a little closer and lifting your feet off the floor.

Gifting you a warm smile, your Master bends down to reach for your legs, helping you to arrange yourself until you're comfortable.

"I brought some scissors to cut away the fabric of your pants.", he explains while carefully removing your shoes.

"I hope it will be easier this way and cause you less pain. Should I be too rough, don't be afraid to say so, alright?"

You mentally ready yourself and nod, leaning back slightly so he hopefully won't notice your shaking hands.

Inwardly you scold yourself for being so dramatic.

This is okay. This is a totally normal situation. In fact, this could have happened to any of the others too.

Looking down to where your Master started taking apart your pants, you feel like screaming at how ridiculously attractive he is even now.

With his head slightly bent over and strands of his soft looking hair partly obscuring him from your view, you can't stop staring.

You suddenly feel hot all over and this time you're sure it's not from embarrassment.

One of his broad shoulders is warm and steady against your chest as his capable hands skillfully work away.

Just as you are admiring his jaw and boldly wonder how it would feel to place a little kiss there, spikey pain shoots through your left leg.

You cry out and reflexively reach out, finding yourself clinging to his upper arm like a drowning sailor.

Immediately stopping his administrations, Luke lays the scissors down and somewhat awkwardly pats your ankles in an effort to calm you.

"I did not plan for this to hurt you so.", he says apologetically.

"Seemingly your left side took more damage than the right. I don't think cutting away to spare you pain is going to make a big difference here. I will have to think about something else."

"Huh?", is all you can convey and feel immensely stupid after. What an amazing contribution.

Your Master sighs and you scrunch up your nose sheepishly. Then you realize you're still hanging on to his arm and let go like something burned your fingers.

"I will have no more of your skittish behavior right now.", he says looking at you, his voice stern but kind.

It seems he has come to some sort of conclusion as he continues.

"If holding on to me is what you feel you need to do in order to get through this, you will act accordingly. You are hurt and seem very out of it and I'm not going to fault you for it. However I'm displeased you are not standing by your actions and again failed to inform me about your needs."

He is displeased. And is that disappointment you sense behind his words?

"Forgive me, Master.", you say quietly, feeling pathetic.

"This is what, the third time, I'm reminding you of this today? Even though I explicitly told all of you that I do not like. To. Repeat. Myself."

You tense up, blinking hard to keep tears at bay.

"I'm so sorry, Master. I'm really sorry."

Your voice slightly cracking you realize the hold you had on yourself until now is slipping.

The tension stored in your body since the moment you fell loosening all at once, you can't suppress a sob.

It's quiet for a few seconds but before you can say anything else, his arms are wrapping around you in a gentle embrace, pulling you into his lap entirely.

"M-Master???"

A hand comes up to stroke your hair and when he speaks his warm breath fans over your ear.

"This is not only about your injuries, is it not, my Padawan? I hope you do not fear me?"

Frantically you shake your head, face still buried in his chest.

"No? That's not it? Mmh...you certainly don't have to confide in me but I have sensed a great tension within you whenever I am close."

Still stroking your hair he continues.

"I will refrain from urging you to come forward but again I want to assure you I only want what's best for you. I want to take good care of you and make sure you're comfortable and safe here with me. If there is anything I have done to convince you of the opposite-"

"No! No Master, you haven't done anything wrong, I- it's just that I-"

He looks at you expectantly and like every time the overwhelming want to be good rushes through you, the thought of lying to his face like this unbearable.

Not being able to stay silent you squeeze your eyes shut and blurt out the next words.

"I have feelings for someone. I- I have a childish crush. I know it's unbecoming of a Jedi, Master. I was afraid to be a disappointment. I was afraid you would find out, to fail my training and to fail you. I'm so ashamed."

You keep your eyes closed, not wanting to face the consequences just yet, fully expecting him to remove you instantly from where you are perched on his lap.

Instead nothing changes, his breathing is calm es ever, not even stopping his caresses.

Unable to endure his silence any longer, you lift your head, searching for an answer on his face.

"...Master? Please say something. Do I have to leave now? Will you- will you send me away?"

He shushes you soothingly before responding.

"No, of course not. Attachment was frowned upon by the Jedi before their fall, in that you are correct.

However I do not want to maintain this as strictly while rebuilding the order. I myself have attachments and would certainly struggle without the people dear to me. You are a great student of mine and I do not want to miss your abilities."

Gripping your shoulders to get a proper look at you, he smiles encouragingly.

"I'm aware you are prone to worrying but in this be assured, you have not failed as a Padawan because you dare to feel towards those surrounding you. Okay? And of course you will remain here with me and the others, that much is out of question."

Overcome with both relief and conflicting feelings you nod fiercely and he briefly squeezes you tight before hoisting you up under your arms and setting you down in your previous spot.

"Now. Let's take another look at your legs, shall we? The best approach could possibly be to let everything soak for a short while and to then rip it off. Like a very big band aid."

You're kind of thrown by his quick change of topic, still stuck on the fact that he seems to hold you in rather high regard, so in contradiction to your previous beliefs.

But you know he is a very busy man and probably has more important things to do than to wait for your response.

So of course you agree and he applies bacta gel to your already exposed scratches while your pant leg on the other side slowly loosens from your wounds.

You watch him work, your mind reeling from your conversation and his closeness.

The relief that flooded you after admitting to your one fault is truly uplifting, yet you feel gnawing guilt at the prospect of not telling the entire truth.

How could you, though?

Just then he experimentally tugs at the soaked pant leg and while it's not pleasant, it doesn't hurt badly either.

Your preservations, though, aren´t entirely dispelled yet.

"And you're sure, you can't just use the scissors again, Master?"

He thinks for a moment but quickly shakes his head.

"I could try of course but from what I sense, I would only run the risk of accidentally hurting you more. The final decision is yours to make, of course, I won´t talk you into this."

Weighing the options you release an uncomfortable sigh.

"Then ripping it off it is, I guess."

"I promise I will be quick, maybe take hold somewhere? Can't have you flying across the room because of this."

A giggle blubbers up before you can stop it and you spot a somewhat playful glimmer in his eyes as you both get into position.

"Okay, on the count of three, hold on tight. Are you holding on tight?"

"Yes, Master.", you respond with laughter in your voice.

"Well then...one, two and three!"

With an almost comical jerk your bloodied pant leg comes off, landing somewhere in a corner.

Your wounds now finally in the open you can´t stop yourself from making a face.

That's definitely anything but sexy.

Your Master however doesn't seem to mind, gathering your naked legs close to apply more bacta.

Once again you are struck at the sheer size of his hands, one of them easily wrapping around your lower calf.

Don't stare, you sternly remind yourself, and don't get too excited or he will think you upset again.

You try to concentrate on the pain instead, which is fading rather quickly now due to your Master's administrations.

And before you know it, before you can deliberately enjoy this precious moment, it's over.

Gently your legs are lowered to the ground again and Luke gets up to collect the supplies and parts of your pants lying around.

"Let me see if I have some bandages and an old pair of pants here to lend.", he says turning to you.

"I can't let you leave in a state of undress, after all."

"Yes, thank you so much, Master.", you reply obediently while a stubborn voice inside your head insists on staying just a little while longer.

Not that his presence is any less nerve wrecking after this strangely intimate situation you shared; you simply can't seem to tire of looking at him, his features, his lively eyes.

At least you got close to him for the first time today, you tell yourself. You were recipient of his affection and care and now you'll even get to wear his clothes.

No reason to get greedy.

Rounding the corner he returns with a satisfied look about him, clearly having found what he was looking for.

"Don't worry.", he says as he is kneeling down in front of where you are still seated.

"This will take but another few minutes and then you are allowed to leave. Your pants will be replaced and for your walk back to your room you may wear this pair of mine. It's probably too big but it will do."

Laying it down next to you he starts to carefully wrap bandages around sections not yet fully healed.

This too ends much too quickly and against your better judgement your heart speeds up, your tongue desperate to blurt out your deepest feelings.

Before you can even think to open your mouth though, he reaches for you, helping you to get up.

You're briefly glad your shirt is covering half of your thighs before he hands you the pants and you rather awkwardly try to put them on.

Unlike before he does not offer his help, instead watching you with an amused expression that has your cheeks burning a fiery red.

Why is he looking at you like this? Why aren't you able to close a button normally like every other person?

"Done?", he asks when you have finally managed to put everything in order.

"Yes, Master."

He laughs at that, a truly lovely sound, one you don't hear often.

"Then off you go and take care this time, can you do that for me?"

Laying a hand on the back of your neck, he leads you back outside stopping just out of sight from the others.

"If your wounds continue to trouble you, tell me. If I find out you aren't truthful about this there will be consequences, am I understood Padawan?"

"Yes, Master."

"Repeat it."

"I understand, Master."

At that he relents and his gloved hand quickly reaches out to momentarily hold your cheek.

"Very good, Padawan. Although there is one last thing."

When he sees your confused face, he can't contain a smirk. Looking out across the wood in the distance and then back at you, he's suddenly serious again.

"You didn't tell me the whole truth when I asked what truly bothered you."

Feeling your heart miss a beat for what feels like the twentieth time today, you grow tense. Why does he manage to catch you off guard again and again?

"How...how do you know, Master?"

"The shields around your mind aren't always as well secured as you think, my Padawan. Especially under stress you tend to let your guard down. We will have to work on that, don't you think?"

Truly horrified at his words you are unable to respond in any way.

"Go, Padawan. Take the rest of the day off to regain your strength for tomorrow."

"Yes, Master."

Your voice comes out weak, barely audible, unheard by anyone.

Master Skywalker is already gone.

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I'm a hobby writer and mostly write (x Reader) FanFictions and Headcanons. But I am also working on my original story whenever I can, so that I’ll hopefully publish it as an actual book someday. My Ao3.

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Dead Poets Society

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Only ask for the characters I’ve got listed, please. I’ve written down all of the ones I actually write for, and the list is being updated regularly, as I often find new (actors, whose) characters I write for! (And yes, I always write for every character, so don’t ever worry if you wanna ask for one I haven’t written for in a long time, or ever, it’s fine!) Please always be patient with me. If I haven’t outright declined your request, it’s definitely in the works; even if it has been weeks or months since you’ve sent it in! And only send your requests via ASKs. No DMs or comments, please.

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Last updated: October 29, 2023

Masterlists are linked with fandoms/actors/characters below. I WRITE FOR:

ALFRED MOLINA characters:

Doctor Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus

DAVID DASTMALCHIAN characters:

Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man

Bob Taylor

Denham

James Lewis

Johnson

Kurt Goreshter

Lonny Crane

Murdoc

Philippe/Abra Kadabra

Simon Lynch

Thomas Schiff

ETHAN HAWKE characters:

Arthur Harrow

Ellison Oswalt

Goodnight Robicheaux

James Sandin

EWAN MCGREGOR characters:

Alex Law

Catcher Block

Christopher Robin

Curt Wild

Dan Torrance

John Bishop

Mark Renton

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Roman Sionis/Black Mask* (Birds of Prey - Masc!Reader only) [Any other version of Roman Sionis/Black Mask can be with a Gender Neutral/Female!Reader.]

HUGH DANCY characters:

Adam Raki

Cal Roberts

Luke Brandon

Executive ADA Nolan Price

Will Graham

KARL URBAN characters:

Billy Butcher

Black Hat

John Kennex

Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy

Markiplier EGOS:

Darkiplier

Illinois

Wilford Warfstache

Yancy

PAUL DANO characters:

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Edward Nashton/The Riddler

Eli Sunday

Jay (Okja)

Joby Taylor

Klitz

PEDRO PASCAL characters:

Agent Whiskey

Dave York

Dio Morrissey

Eddie

Ezra

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Marcus Moreno

Marcus Pike

Max Phillips

Maxwell Lord

Oberyn Martell

Ricky Hauk

RAÚL ESPARZA characters:

Bobby

Dr. Frederick Chilton*

Jackson Neill

Jonas Nightingale

Rafael Barba

Characters from 9-1-1 (Lone Star):

Carlos Reyes*

Eddie Diaz

Evan “Buck” Buckley

Howard “Chimney” Han

Josh Russo*

Mateo Chavez

Paul Strickland

Bobby Nash

Tim Rosewater

TK Strand*

Characters from Law and Order(: Special Victims Unit):

Detective/ADA Dominick “Sonny” Carisi, Jr.

Sergeant Mike Dodds

Detective Nick Amaro

Executive ADA Nolan Price

ADA Peter Stone

ADA Rafael Barba

Deputy Chief William Dodds

Little Miss Sunshine:

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Frank*

Our Flag Means Death:

Edward Teach/Blackbeard*

Frenchie

Izzy Hands

Stede Bonnet*

Prisoners (2013):

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Bob Taylor

Detective David Loki

Renfield (2023):

Count Dracula

Robert Montague Renfield

Tedward “Teddy” Lobo

SLASHERS/Horror Film Characters:

Asa Emory/The Collector

Ash J. Williams [I will usually default to Ash from the TV show, unless requested otherwise!]

Billy Lenz (1974)

Billy Loomis

Bo Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface (TCM 1974 and TCM 2)

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky

Chop Top Sawyer

Corey Cunningham

Dewey Riley

Drayton Sawyer

Herbert West*

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull

Lawrence Gordon

Lester Sinclair

Luigi Largo

Mark Hoffman

Nubbins Sawyer

Pavi Largo

Stu Macher

Vincent Sinclair

William Easton

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Qui-Gon Jinn

The Girl Next Door:

Klitz

Eli

Characters from The Simpsons:

Cecil Terwilliger*

Fat Tony

Frankie the Squealer

Grady*

Jack Lassen

Johnny Tightlips

Julio*

Legs

Louie

Moe Szyslak

Ned Flanders

Otto Mann

Seymour Skinner

Sideshow Bob

Sideshow Mel

Snake Jailbird

Timothy Lovejoy

Waylon Smithers*

What We Do in the Shadows:

Anton (Movie)

Deacon

Guillermo de la Cruz*

Laszlo Cravensworth

Nandor the Relentless

Viago

Vladislav

* Please note that an asterisk (*) means that these characters are Male/Masc/GenderNeutral!Reader only (including non-binary, of course). Platonic relationships with Female!Reader are possible, but no romantic ones.

If it’s a character that is open to all Readers, and you do not specify in your request what you want, I’ll usually opt for a Gender Neutral Reader by default.

SHIPS, such as:

BlackBonnet (OFMD)

SteddyHands (OFMD)

Black Pete x Lucius Spriggs (OFMD)

Buck x Josh Russo (9-1-1)

Dracfield (Renfield 2023)

Buddie (9-1-1)

Eli x Klitz (The Girl Next Door)

Nandermo (WWDITS)

Herbert West x Dan Cain (Re-Animator)

McKirk (Star Trek: AOS)

Oluwande x Jim Jimenez (OFMD)

Barisi (Law & Order SVU)

Renfield x Teddy Lobo (Renfield 2023)

Sickrent (Trainspotting/T2)

Stobotnik (Sonic Movie)

Tarlos (9-1-1: Lone Star)

AnderPerry (Dead Poets Society)

ZsaszMask (Birds of Prey)

Lastly, I would like to add things I will NOT write (about):

Sexual NSFW fics/headcanons (I used to write those as you can see in my Masterlists, but I have my reasons for not writing them anymore. Any hints at sexual topics are fine).

Anything related to death as the main subject (this includes deadly diseases, anything fatal, really, etc.).

Anything that romanticizes Mental Illness (my Vent Fics about my own disorders obviously do not romanticize any of it and I do not stand for that).

(Recreational) Drug Use

Extreme Possessive Behaviour and/or Jealousy

Yandere

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- Jesse

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