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wanderingjedi77 · 1 year

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The Reckoning

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Summary: AU. Lucy Skywalker walks the halls of Kelevala, knowing her twin sister Leia is desperate for a proper army. She didn't expect to be part of the deal.

"Please tell me again why I'm here and not flying with Rogue Squadron." Lucy huffed as she follows Leia off the ship. She isn't irritated really, the amount of water on this planet is incredible, but she wished Leia would have let her wear her Jedi Robes or flight suit instead of whatever this is...

"Ahsoka wanted us to be here. And I need to get more support for the Rebellion. What better way than a Mandalorian Army." Leia explains. "And you look nice. So stop figiting." She scolds her as they walk through the palace doors.

"I don't know why you're making me wear House Organa colors though. I am not an Organa Leia." Lucy argues softly. She follows her sister deeper into the halls crowded with Mandalorians trying to get a good seat at a very long table.

"You're still my sister, even if you grew up on Tatooine." Leia replies. She turns to her. "I need you to trust me."

"I trust you, Leia. But keep me out of politics." Lucy says. Her gaze flicks beyond Leia to see Ahsoka walking towards them with a red-haired woman she doesn't know and pauses.

"I'm glad you two could make it." Ahsoka says, sweeping Leia in for a hug before turning to Lucy. She allows herself to be wrapped in Ahsoka's warmth, both in the force and out, before she steps away.

"Master." Lucy greets politely, and Ahsoka winks at her.

"This is Lucy Skywalker. My sort of Padawan." Ahsoka tells the woman. "Leia, Lucy; this is my wife Bo. She's the leader of Mandalore."

Lucy tilts her head in a bow, and Leia does the same. "It's nice to meet you, Mand'alor."

Bo nods back. "And you, Princess." She looks at Leia before her gaze flicks back to Lucy. "Master Jedi." She looks at Ahsoka. "We'll need to begin soon." Bo nods again at the twins, and Ahsoka tosses a smile over her shoulder, and Bo sweeps her away.

"Come on. You can sit next to some old friends of mine." Leia swept into the crowd, taking Lucy's hand until they approached a group of Mandalorians in yellow armor, and one in brightly painted armor.

"Sabine."

"Leia!"

Leia, let's go of Lucy's hand to hug the other woman. She pulls back and looks at Lucy, who stands there awkwardly. She forgot sometimes that Leia knew more people then Lucy could dream of knowing.

"This is my sister Lucy." Leia introduced her. "Lucy, this is Sabine Wren. We've been working together for years." She stepped back and Lucy and Sabine shook hands, though she didn't miss the appraising look Sabine swept over Lucy.

"Her mother Countess Ursa, father Alrich and brother Tristain." Leia added, and Ursa looked down at Lucy's hip as Sabine let go of her hand.

"A Jedi?"

"I'm just a Padawan Countess." Lucy felt nervous. She tilted her head in a bow, not wanting to offend her.

Ursa nodded firmly, "I see." She looks at her. "We had no idea Princess Leia had a sister until recently. I can see why they hid you."

"Mother." Sabine scolded her. She sighed and looked at Lucy. "Sit next to me?"

"I, yes, okay?" Lucy manages to get out. She sits, and Sabine follows. Leia winks at Lucy as she moves away, closer to Bo and Ahsoka; and Lucy swallows hard. She didn't know why she was so nervous. But she didn't know anyone here besides Ahsoka and Leia.

What if the Empire came for her?

Sabine nudges her shoulder with her own drawing her attention. "Don't look so glum. No one here will hurt you or out you to the Empire."

"Sorry. I'm just nervous." Lucy admits. She looks at Sabine, who puts a hand on the back of her chair. "Mandalorians and Jedi have a turbulent history."

"Yeah, considering you only ever beat us once." Sabine replies.

"Sabine." Ursa hisses from beside her.

"It's true, Mother." Sabine looks at her. "I'm not going to sugar coat anything for her."

"It's okay, countess. I appreciate her honesty, " Lucy says softly, and before she can say anything else, their attention is drawn by Bo calling for attention. There's a hush in the room, and Lucy can feel tension hanging in the air.

"I would like to first welcome Princess Leia and her sister Lucy to our meeting, as well as other delegates of the Rebellion." Bo started. "They have come to us for help, and in return, we ask for theirs."

"This is the way." An voice calls out and is quickly echoed in the hall. Bo turns to Leia and nods.

"The floor is yours, Princess."

"I come to you Mand'alor with a proposal that will benefit both parties." Leia begins. "And one that I ask be put into place as soon as possible."

"And what is your proposal Princess?" Bo asks.

"That my sister, Lucy Skywalker, marry Sabine Wren of Clan Wren solidifying our alliance and allowing Mandalorian forces to formally help the Rebellion."

"What?" Lucy manages to get out at the Sabine Wren.

"My daughter will not-"

"This is not up for debate." Leia snaps. She looks at Ursa, who scowls.

"Leia!" Lucy feels hot, angry. She senses Sabine's grip on her chair tightened behind her.

"Enough." Leia looks at Bo again. "Is this acceptable Mand'alor?"

Bo looks at Leia and stretches. "And how would this benefit me and my people? Marrying your sister to Sabine?"

"When the Rebellion wins, I will make Mandalore an independent system with the trade benefits of belonging to a New Republic." Leia answers stoically.

Bo looks at Ahsoka, who frowns at her. She doesn't look too happy. But if this works, then they might be able to defeat the Empire sooner. "Normally, I wouldn't consider marrying a Jedi into House Wren, even if she is my wife's padawan." Bo looks at Lucy and Sabine. "But circumstances change. I accept this proposal. You will be married in a weeks time."

Lucy swallows hard and moves to stand up, but Sabine moves her hand to her shoulder, and she forces her back down in her seat.

"You have to wait. No matter how upset you are." Sabine hisses in her ear. Lucy shivers but doesn't move away; and Sabine keeps her arm there until the meeting the dismissed.

The minute she removes her arm, Lucy stands, bows in the direction of Bo, and leaves the hall as fast as she can. She loops around the palace to the grassy hills and keeps walking until she finds one far away enough that her heart beat slows before she sits down.

What is Leia thinking? Lucy looks out over the water. How could she do this to me? She sighs and turns her head as she hears footsteps, only to see its Sabine; helmet tucked under her arm.

"You had no idea?" Sabine asks as she approaches.

"No." Lucy says angrily. "Of course not."

Sabine shakes her head. "This is ridiculous."

"Its insanity is what it is." Lucy replies. "Are arranged marriages normal?"

"Not all the time." Sabine admits. "You're lucky Bo didn't see you try to get up. Never do that again." She tells her firmly.

Lucy swallows. "Okay? I'm sorry. I'm just upset."

"I know. So am I." Sabine looks away, sighs. "I don't know how we can get around this."

Lucy sighs. "I really don't think we have much choice in the matter." She tells Sabine, and the other woman looks defeated.

"Well, that's just great." Sabine replies sarcastically. "Look, I'm sorry. I know you don't want to be a part of this either. I just didn't think I'd ever get married."

"You're telling me. Jedi are supposed to be celibate." Lucy looks uncomfortable. "Or we were." She pauses. "There's something you should know through."

Sabine straightens up. "What's wrong?"

"Um... I only have one hand." Lucy admits shyly. She's not looking at Sabine anymore. "My right hand was cut off by Vader."

Sabine feels her stomach twist with guilt. "Well...I'm not bothered by that. Who's telling you that's an issue?" Sabine asks, suddenly angry.

"No one." Lucy looks at her. "But you need to know before you find out, um..." She shakes her head. "Forget I said anything."

Sabine watches Lucy for a moment and tries to relax. This wasn't her fault. She was thrown for a loop the same as Sabine was.

"This is probably terrifying for you." Sabine sits down next to Lucy and looks at her. Their legs are touching, and Sabine tries to ignore the way her stomach flipped when Lucy met her gaze. "We're going to have to figure this out somehow. I'll have a higher station than your family, so you'll have to come to Krownest after the ceremony with me to live there."

Lucy nods. "And learn how to be Mandalorian?"

Sabine nods grimly. "And learn Mando'a." She adds, "You'll do okay. But don't expect everyone to love you right away."

"No. I don't expect that from anyone." Lucy admits, and Sabine winches. "I mean, you don't have to-"

"I get it. It's alright." Sabine tells her softly. "I don't expect you to love me either." She bites her lip. "Let's try to be friends at least?"

Lucy smiles, grateful. "I'd like that, Sabine."

"So would I." Sabine gives her a small smile back. "Just promise me you won't throw me off a cliff for fun or something?" She teases her.

"Me? Never." Lucy laughs. "What kind of Jedi do you think I am."

"Hopefully, the fun kind." Sabine teases Lucy's lips quirk into a smile as Sabine looks away.

Have you known many Jedi?"

Sabine glances at her. "My brother Ezra, and Kanan." She smiles sadly. "Ahsoka. And now you I guess."

Lucy looks at her. "I hope I can live up to your expectations."

"You don't have to worry about me." Sabine tells her. She stands and holds out her hands. "For what it's worth, if we end up hating each other I can get the marriage annulled when I'm countess."

Lucy lets Sabine pull her to her feet, and squeezes her hands before letting go. "I might have to hold you to that Sabine."

Sabine smirks. "One hundred credits?"

Lucy laughs. "Now it sounds like your trying to bribe me."

Sabine winks at her. "Is that too low?"

Lucy rolls her eyes and grins. "For a Jedi? Absolutely."

Sabine laughs, and Lucy finds herself delighted by the sound. Before she can respond, a lasat comes walking up to them. Zeb, Lucy thinks his name is. But she's not sure. Does he work for the Rebellion? A pilot? She's sure she's heard of Zeb at least.

"Hey you two, everyone's worried. Why you run off like that?"

"She has to marry me. That's reason enough." Sabine says and the man sighs.

"You can't be too mad if you're making jokes." He turns to Lucy. "I'm Zeb. I've been keeping Sabine out of trouble since she first joined the Rebellion."

"More like dragging me into it." Sabine mutters.

Zeb holds out his hand to Lucy, and she suddenly feels very small as they shake hands. "I know you both don't want this. But just put on a happy face for the politicians."

"I'll try." Lucy answers, and Zeb nods as he lets go of her hand.

"Come on. Let's go back. I'll make sure people keep to themselves." Zeb tells them. "And I'll introduce you to my husband too." He walks ahead, and Lucy looks at Sabine.

"After you, my lady." Sabine teases, and Lucy lets out a sharp sigh.

"You know, the Empire might be the least of your worries if you keep that up, Countess."

"Hurry up, you two." Zeb calls, and Lucy and Sabine exchange one final look before following. The situation wasn't ideal, but for now they had to play along.

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sugarplumwritings · 7 months

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REACTIONS | Reacting To Your Sexy Costume

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker

Timeline: Modern AU!

Reader: Fem Reader!

Note: In honor of the spooky season, I present this! work is hectic so this is something I finally have time around! hope you all like it.

Scenario: It's finally Halloween night, and you have to show off with your husband, of course though, he couldn't wait to see your surprise costume and it did get a reaction out of him.

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Anakin Skywalker

Anakin emphasized that Halloween would be celebrated with a night in, but despite it being obvious in his voice, plans changed. Ben was having a costume party and invited you and Anakin to tag along to the party. Anakin hesitated at first, but seeing the glee and excitement on your face was enough for him to cave in and agree, but only for your sake. That's when Anakin went shopping for his own costume, while you tended to find your own because of how picky you were at the last few stores you checked. He would rather not ruin your mood and continue to let you have free control over how many stores you would stop at until you found the one you truly wanted.

Eventually, you did, and Anakin saw this as a green light, quickly paying and dipping at the speed of light to get home, smiling when he heard the squeal and mumbling of surprising him with your costume. Even if Halloween was slightly childish to Anakin in some sense, he nonetheless would do anything for you and allowed you to keep your costume to yourself until the night you would both be going to Ben's party. “Alright, you can surprise me, I Promise I won't say anything or glance at it,” He assured you with a small laugh to follow.

Now that night was happening, Anakin stood in his costume downstairs, tapping his foot ever so slightly against the floor. Waiting for you to get ready, Anakin didn't want to be all up on you presently, knowing you were excited for Ben's party and all, he would not push you about going any faster since he didn't want it to seem like he despised going. “Are you almost done?” He spoke across the house, his voice echoing. A small but loud hum could be heard in response. “Almost!” you called out to him. Anakin shakes his head, listening to the sound of the bedroom door. You walked towards the top of the stairs.

Anakin felt his eyes widen slightly, seeing you in such a sexy costume like that. Anakin had a thing for you in dark colors, so seeing the dark toned bodysuit hug your figure along with the sexy bunny ears was enough to make Anakin jump from his skin. Eyes traveling around your body, and zoning out as the sound of your voice, he was in a trance, and he wasn’t rushing to leave it. Anakin always found you sexy, and he always vocalized that too, now the costume spoke to him, and it proved his point why he found you so damn fine.

“Ani. I’m talking to you.” Your voice brought him back to reality, snapping him out of his haze. “I asked you, what do you think?” You spun around, giving him every possible view of the costume. This would either be with Anakin agreeing you looked beautiful and leaving for the party, or taking you back upstairs to handle you in that costume. “I think…you look so damn good. And I don’t think we’ll have time to get to that party” he grinned, his arm wrapping around your waist. “What? We can’t show up late to Ben’s party!” You sighed. Anakin chuckled, his hand rubbing your ass lovingly. “Looks like we’ll have to miss it. You started this problem. Now you get to fix what you did to me…” he spanked you. This caused you to wince as Anakin lifted you up, taking you upstairs.

Let’s just say, you didn’t make it to the party, but he made sure the night wasn’t quiet either and was well spent.

Obi-wan Kenobi

Ben didn’t mind doing things with you, even if that meant he originally didn’t want to do them. He still agreed upon his love for you, and he knew how much you wanted to dress up for Halloween. “It’s not silly, Ben, I know it sounds lame, but it’ll be fun! We can match!” You spoke with enthusiasm as he chuckled. “I suppose that’s true.” He leaned back on the couch. “Let’s go as Angel’s! You would look wonderful in a white suit!” You suggested. Ben glanced at you, humming in agreement after moments of his silence. “I suppose so, but are you sure you want to go to Anakin’s get together?” He asked. “Of course! Anything to see, Padme!”

Ben sat in the car now, waiting for you to make the surprise costume purchase. He knew that you and Padme were close and wanted as much time together as possible. Which is why he didn’t stop you despite not wanting to be at the store. But upon the glance of you exiting, he let out the breath he was holding in, glad to finally see you.

Now it was time for costumes, Ben was getting his suit ready, and still learning how to adjust to the fake wings on his back. “This is extremely uncomfortable.” He sighed. In hopes, you could hear him from the bathroom. “Oh relax, Mr. Kenobi.” You opened the door, Ben swore the moment he got a glimpse he fell in love again. The sexy white outfit really hugged your figure, and it brought out how beautiful and plump you truly were. “Well my…you look remarkable. Mrs. Kenobi. Glad to call you mine.” Ben walked over, wrapping an arm around your waist.

A small giggle passed your lips as Ben checked the time. “We have…two hours before we go… I could use some time with you” he said, trying to avoid the hard on pressing against his pants. “I guess I’ll make the most of it…” you blushed heavily.

Ben made sure to admire your body that night and let the feeling of your mouth stay on him. His hands gripped your halo tightly, and Ben was set for the night.

Luke Skywalker

Luke was fine with Halloween and when he heard that his lovely wife wanted to host a party, he agreed nonetheless. Luke knew about your close attachment to his sister, Leia. And he recalled you mentioning to him how you wished to Match with her, Luke could only agree more, respecting and accepting your choice. “It’ll be fun” you mentioned, on the couch with your husband, legs over his lap. “Does Han know?” He asked as you hummed. “Of course. Leia and I want to surprise with our costumes, so no snooping”.

That was hard, not snooping through your costume, but he once again loved you too much to go against your wishes, so Luke respected what you asked of him. He was itching though to find out. All he wanted to do was snoop through those bags and figure out what all the hype was about, just like Han wanted to do to Leia’s bags. “Well. Mrs. Skywalker, you have my word.” Luke smiled innocently, you thanked him, leaning up and pecking his lips softly.

What a time it was though, the home around that time was full of people, family members, and close friends. Luke stood with Han, the two bickering and sharing a few laughs to pass time. Luke couldn’t help but check the clock, noticing you hadn’t come down yet, which was unusual. You would usually run downstairs and be there to greet everyone. “She’s always down around this time…” he mumbled. Han nudged his side roughly, signaling him to look at the stairs, Luke glanced to see you and his eyes widened. Who knew a sexy fairy would look astonishing on just one person? Luke’s mouth hung up, he was melting at the sight of you.

Luke ignored everyone around him, going to the top of the steps. “Luke…what do you think?” You spun around with joy. “I think it’s perfect….” He mumbled, his eyes never leaving the perfect image of his wife. “Well. We should go see everyone.” You spoke, but Luke grabbed your arm, stopping you. “I have another idea…and we will not be here for a while.” He shakes his head.

It was hard keeping quiet, but thankfully Luke made sure the pillow was enough for you to bite into. Because his grip on your hips and wings didn’t stop him that night. If anything, no one got a glimpse of the married couple until a few hours later.

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phoeebsbuffay · 1 year

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Imagine Darth Vader finds out you are alive. He keeps track of what you've been up to in these years he became the Sith Lord. You are led to believe he was long dead... Until something happens.

Warnings: a lot of drama, angst... Contains smut, not recommended for minors.

Warnings 2: alternative universe where we have no Ahsoka Tano and Padmé Amidala. Here, Y/N is a character whose plot mixes them both; unburnt Vader.

Warnings 3: Anakin never killed the younglings in any of my stories even as Vader.

Warnings 4: fluffy endings.

Recommendation:"Broken" (Seether ft. Amy Lee); “Pictures of You” by “The Cure”.

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Intro

Once again, darkness flows uncontrollably. It gravitates towards its victim, ready to attack its heart by surrounding it and suffocating it as its poison dismisses any sight of light.

From the darkest waters, a man arises. From the flames of Mustafar, the one great Jedi has become the very thing he swore to destroy.

Darth Vader is hungry not only for the power to him denied when he was a general Jedi whose reputation once earned admiration from all, but for independence as well. To be set free of the chains of the misled Order he’d been so loyal to after countless years of losses, he is abandoned by all those he loved.

Except by one person.

One single woman escapes his resentment and anger. This woman is Y/L Y/LN. You. Of average height, y/c hair, soft y/c skin and eyes dark as coal, you and him met right after you were under the guidance of General Skywalker. You were not of an age to be a Padawan anymore, you were eighteen, in fact, about to become a Knight Jedi.

Skywalker back then resisted this idea mostly because he thought he did not need a Padawan whatsoever. But after an initial clash between the two of you, there came something. You started getting along.

He got harder on you, despite being very impressed by your skills. You always awoke the best of him. He’d never seen a Jedi as you: powerful, yes, but centered and altruist. Your patience and sharp wit surprised even Obi-Wan Kenobi. However, it was your recklessness and stubbornness that attracted Skywalker.

As diplomatic as you were, sometimes working under disguise to protect a Senator of Planet Y/C, you had your own issues with authority. Not often you did what others told you not to.

In spite of that, two years later Anakin was proud of you: you successfully became a Knight Jedi. He insisted that it was not too soon until you became a Jedi Master. Yet, it turned out to be a very difficult period of your lives. It was when you and Anakin began to seeing each other with romantic eyes.

That was precisely when everything started going wrong. You two had just gotten secretly married when someone set you a trap. The Council expelled you of the Order without a proper investigation of the case. Anakin could not believe the injustice he saw it was done to you. Though he eventually managed to prove your innocence, clearing you of all accusations, the damage was done. Thus was that you refused to go back to the Order.

Despite these circumstances, you carried on. You had a normal life to live together with your husband until the day Anakin went to a mission to spy the Chancellor only to never go back to your arms. It was when the Order 66 forced you to go separate ways.

To you, Anakin Skywalker was dead. And to him, you as well. Until this day… when Darth Vader meditates and only through the Force he discovers your whereabouts.

“By the Maker”, he chokes when he is led to you. “Y/L, you are alive!”

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Nowadays.

Your POV

It’s been two years, but your conscience does not cease to torment you. The specter of what could have been comes in the form of sweet nightmares that frequently has awaken you in salty tears.

The day the Order 66 had been carried out you discovered you were pregnant. You wanted to tell Anakin yourself: this was a moment where you both prepared for it. You had found an unofficial new job as a keeper of the peace to the Senator of Naboo, something you’ve chosen to do because Obi-Wan insisted and Anakin promised he needed a few more years before both of you left Coruscant.

That was the plan. But that same day, happiness clouded your judgement. You didn’t realize what was going on until Obi-Wan had sent you a trooper of his trust to inform something wrong happened to Anakin. You had to be prepared for what was to come, he was about to suggest you to go elsewhere.

“What good does it do to dwell in what was done?”, you mumble to yourself as you keep walking towards the market.

But memories remain crystal clear in the back of your mind. When the clone turned suddenly against you, trying to kill you in the process… When the circumstances escalated to a tragedy upon which you lost your dear child. And your husband.

Alone in this world, you now wage your own wars. At first, you are isolated—you don’t want to know about Jedis and Siths anymore, you’ve lost too much for either side. You don’t feel right with Anakin’s gone, you are too broken to live up at any resistance out there against the Empire.

You come to the underworld. There are times you sense someone is watching you. You turn, suspicious, but there is no one there. However, the sensation does not leave you.

You eventually cross the path of rebellious sisters whose ship you helped building. One of them, named Seara, is intrigued by your melancholic, closed behavior.

“We don’t even know your name.”

“Why would you like to know my name? I am just passing by.”

“No attachments, eh? I thought we could be friends.”

You feel as if you ghost yourself when you respond:

“We are not friends.”

Yet, eventually war out there comes for you. The moment you all are captured by a ship of pirates is the one you realize you cannot let Seara and her sister die because you simply have no other use for this world.

But it’s right here that your former Jedi self ignites a spark that would bring to you the attention of a very dangerous pair of yellow eyes.

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Darth Vader’s POV.

His frustration is fed when he is forced to acknowledge he’d been made a fool. Not only once as a child, or often as a Jedi, but even now as the apprentice to Palpatine. What has changed? An unposed question that holds a very bitter answer.

As he stares into the emptiness ahead of him, Lord Vader begins to contemplate instead how to get to you. Once the destruction of the Order meant to get his revenge for all the harm that has been done to you, to amend their wrongs and their injustices. However, this was not the sole point of his anger, of how he pursuit darkness as a solution for his problems.

By doubling his power, Lord Vader thought of you and you alone. He wanted to be the one to give you the life you deserved, comfortable and filled with proper luxuries—even though neither of you were excessively materialists. Nonetheless, what is this now but an illusion that is dissipating right before his eyes?

Seeing your suffering—the one that resulted from his doings—does not appease his angst. It only further bleeds his heart with guilt, breaking his spirit more than he cares to admit.

The only way now is to get his vengeance done. Vader realizes it has never been fully complete. Palpatine must die. A reasonable and yet bittersweet thought. Only then, he is coming for you, his precious love. The Jedi who left, the Jedi who never fell. His angel who remained pure before his eyes.

However, he must see you one more time. The temptation is too great to ignore.

What are you doing, Y/N? If only you knew…

It takes some time before he is led to a scene in which Vader promptly recognizes it as being part of the planet Y/C. You are under heavy rain, a grey hood omitting your features. You stare into the ocean, ignoring the presence of storm troopers who are still under the obeisance of the Order 66.

Vader fears for you. He instantly reconnects with you, trying to send some warnings about it. He sees you are startled by how tense your shoulders are. But you take his silent warning and when you turn, you are surrounded by five clones.

Vader feels an angst washing over his body, flowing over his hands, closing his fists as he tries to hold back a scream. In this very moment, though, the moment is gone. He cannot know what happens to you and to worse the current situation, Palpatine is looking for his pupile.

“I sense a weakness in you, Lord Vader”, his calm voice gives the other nerves. “What am I detecting here?”

“There is nothing to detect, my lord.” Vader goes in one knee, ignoring the look Palpatine casts him.

“I should better hope that you are not cultivating any animosity towards me, Lord Vader, unless death is what you aim to taste.”

There is little need for the demonstrations of anger for almost promptly Darth Vader submits to his Master.

For now, though.

For now.

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Your POV.

As you embark into this strange adventure with the rebellious sisters, trouble is inevitable. Soon, Seara finds out who you truly are.

“A Jedi!”, she exclaims, perplexed.

“You are a Jedi”, her older sister echoes the observation.

You are too impatient dealing with your enemies to explain your current state.

“Just go to the other side. Don’t be reckless, Seara!”, when seeing you are ignored and the other one tries to help, you let a cry out: “No! GET OUT OF HERE!”

You levitate them and throw them at the ship that awaits your leave. It’s the one you find at your disposal—or some sort of it, anyway.

“Just go!”

You turn, trying not to bear in mind the day where remaining troops found you and when they were about to blaster against you, you swear you could hear Anakin’s husky voice warning you about their presence.

How?

Would you dare to nurture hope? Would you dare to give ears to the truth that has been resounding in your heart at the silent sound of drums? Would you?

Oh for fuck’s sake. You know there is nothing left for me, Y/N…

You dismiss this new hope, rather concentrating in the days Anakin was your Master and when he got hard on you.

“Remember the new blows I taught you, Y/N”, he cried out to you. “Rise and resist!”

You would drop every single time. At every shot, you thought you’d get beaten. But you’d prove him wrong. You were not weak.

“Go on, lass!”

And eventually you did. You not only brought a small smile to his lips, but you surprised Obi-Wan Kenobi. You knocked every opponent down, you surpassed almost every one in your trainings

As you look at the countless enemies that stand right before you, a thought occurs you.

Why should I fear them?

What happens next comes in slow motion. Your cape embraces the cold wind that comes from outside. You can hear the protests of the sisters you are now protecting, thanks to the powers you’ve doubled recently, when you managed to levitate the heavy ship and send it away.

Your eyes never leave your enemies. You remember seeing every moment of your life running right before your eyes. Specially where Anakin is concerned.

‘Remembering you standing quiet in the rain, as I ran to your heart to be near. And we kissed as the sky fell in…’

His caressing, his eyes staring down into yours, the sweet promises that came out of his mouth, the taste of his tongue in a synchronized rhythm with yours… How he held you near, how you heard his heart beating.

Or how he warmed your body in tempest nights, when he soothed your fears concerning thunders, when he peppered your skin with soft kisses.

“I love you”, you often said when he laid next to your side, staring into those blue eyes with the same intensity that hid behind yours. “There is nothing in the world that I ever want more than to be with you.”

“You are the stars of my universe, Y/N”, he whispered back, finding peace in your arms. “I love you. I will always gravitate to you, I will always find you.”

As memory turns into dust and salty tears are swallowed, stuck in your throat, you are brought back to nowadays. The troops step aside and an Inquisitor comes, laughing manically, posing himself a threat with a woman by his side.

“We know who you are”, you are told, hands resting in your sabers. “Almost a Senator, almost a Jedi. It’s what you are. An almost who is now about to become nothing.”

“Yet you treat me like a Jedi”, you answer softly, disdain rolling in your tongue, another inheritance of your husband. “Should I presume you fear me enough to attempt to disqualify me? I am not forgetting the wrongs you’ve done to the one I love.”

Another laughter.

“Did no one tell you that vengeance and anger are not the Jedi way?”

You finally hold your sabers in your hands, eyes narrowed at your opponents.

And a sly smirk twitches in the corner of your lips when you respond them:

“Well, I am no Jedi, you sons of a bitch.”

Thus it is the battle finally begins.

***

Darth Vader’s POV.

His eyes stare down into the lifeless corpse of Palpatine. Despise marks Anakin’s yellow eyes as he leaves it there, to public display under the shocked stare of thousands of troops and those who served the Empire loyally.

They all follow their Sith Lord with an astonished gaze stamped in their faces. What are they supposed to do now? A silent, unspoken question that is to meet, however, an even terrible end. Their reward for their evil services is dying under the forces not of Vader, who mysteriously escapes, but those of rebels who sought an opportunity and promptly took it.

Disguised under this vine hood, Vader’s mind and heart are far from the fall of the Empire he helped to build. As he concentrates, he comes to find you in a very violent battle.

Though he is proud of how you fight—(I taught you well, Y/nickname)—he is concerned in the same measure. How on earth will you alone defeat two of the most dangerous inquisitors? Not that he underestimates you, but as Vader is shown the fire spreading around the place you are fighting your war, his concern only grows.

“Fuck, Y/N. Fuck, don’t fight them off! Run away!” He tries to yell at you through the Force.

Though a disturbance is felt, all he can see is the tears that blurry your y/c eyes. Nonetheless, you don’t quake in fear. You are fierce, proud, every inch a Jedi trained and shaped to be one by your Master—the same one you married to.

But you resist. You scream, you give the best of yourself, many of the clones drop dead. But the Inquisitors are harder than you expected them to be.

Eventually though, exhaustion comes at you. Unfortunately, it comes in the wrong time. Right before Vader’s eyes, an explosion occurs.

“Y/N!”

His yells could easily echo throughout the dark silence of a nearly phantasmagoric galaxy as he pilots away to wherever you are. For he knows he will find you.

As he does.

***

Your POV.

You believe you are dead. After a long time spent fighting for others’s wars, you are free. You released yourself after being for so long chained to people pleasing here and there, always tirelessly fighting to do the right. Despite the efforts, all you have received from others—except from your husband—was rudeness and unthankfulness.

However, where is peace? Why is there pain in your body, why does it hurt to breathe? You think you hear someone calling your name.

“Kill me”, you hear yourself gasp. “Please. Put an end to this misery.”

You are surprisingly being held into somebody’s arms. The smell of the scent is familiar to you. No. It cannot be.

“Y/N, my darling… I am here.”

The voice is so familiar that you need not much to acknowledge it. You start crying.

“I must be dead then so we are reunited. Oh, Anakin! I was not waiting for you. I’m so sorry I failed you”, you try to speak amidst the pain that inflicts you.

He is so distressed that you cannot tell what really is going on. You cling into him, sensing somehow in your heart there is a different Anakin that is rocking you in his arms.

But he is still my Anakin, nevertheless. My Anakin.

This is the last thought you have before diving into unconsciousness.

***

Darth Vader’s POV.

He watches as you recover. Both of you are now found in a far away galaxy, somewhere where a new beginning is possible. You wake up in a comfortable bed, dressing a nightgown. A droid looks after you, though Anakin ensures not to leave your side.

“You don’t need to apologize or justify the path you’ve taken”, you tell him for the hundredth time as he apologizes to you. The once proud Jedi and even prouder Sith Lord is humbled before the woman he loves.

Vader is baffled by how well you took the new informations. For fear of losing you, he might’ve omitted some details, though he knows you know what he did not tell you.

But you stay. You cling into his arms, feeling safe. Vader watches you mesmerized.

“How can you…?” He cannot even ask.

You raise your eyes to meet his. Darth Vader is pleased to see some color is now painting your cheeks. You’ve been paled and your recovery took some months. Nonetheless, he’d been there for you: consoling your nightmares, tending your wounds and those unseen scars that left you a deep mark.

“There is good in you, Ani. I know there is”, you stroke his cheek, leaning to peck his lips. Your eyes instantly blurry at the proximity. “I still cannot believe you are here.”

“I’m here, darling. I will not leave you ever again. I… I didn’t know…” He chokes a sob, trying to look strong for you.

“Shhh, it’s fine. It’s all right. Come here.” You pull him against your arms and there he stays, his face buried in your neck. “We will get through this together, it’s what you always told me. I love you, Ani.”

His fears are easily soothed by you. The proximity of your bodies helps remembering how close you used to be—in every possible meaning—before the bloody war and the Emperor meddled and ruined your lives.

Yet, as Lord Vader comes to find out, even in darkness it is possible to let there be light. Little by little, he comes to terms with who he is—something you’ve always done, in fact. When now looking into your face, he is amazed by it.

You never expected him to change his nature, you did not yell at him, calling him names for what he’d done. All you two did was talk about what was done and why it was done, never judging the other for it.

“I love you, angel”, he says rather possessively, holding you close.

Playing with your hair and gently resting his hand on your shoulder, you turn at him when sensing the subtle change of his voice. You side smirk at him, feeling the same feeling.

As you rest your hand in his chest, you peck his lips, bitting his bottom lip.

“I love you too, Ani. I’ve missed you”, your voice comes in a whisper as you move your free hand to dive in his curls.

There is only a brief instant of silence hanging in between you. No more pain, no more nightmares at long last. It’s just you two. No more Jedis or Siths, but a husband with his wife.

It wakes the spark that for a very long time had been drowned in both of you. And he is surprised when your hand slips from his chest to his pants.

“Y/N”, he gasps softly. “What… Fuck.”

You smirk against his lips, enjoying the feeling of having his manhood getting hard under your delicate fingers, moving it up and down—slowly at first before increasing the rhythm just the way he enjoys it.

“I missed this”, you moan softly as he kisses you. “I missed us.”

And just like that, the dark beast comes out again. He kisses your neck, leaving all the gentleness behind when Anakin, formerly Lord Vader, bites it, hungry for your touch.

“Oh”, and you enjoy it, not only the feeling you have upon his manhood, but how he is completely dominating in bed.

“My sweet heart”, he growls under his breath as he starts to push your nightgown over your head, moving his body over yours. “Fuck. I…. Shit. No, no. It’s not about me tonight. Let me reward you for your good will towards me darling. Let me make you see stars.”

A shiver runs in your body the moment he says it, pinning your hands above your head all the whilst you feel him so damn close to your feminine parts, which almost makes you whimper.

Specially when he removes his shirt.

“Fuck”, you curse, feeling wet in between your legs.

Anakin smirks down at you before your cursing. He gently parts your legs, teasing you as he first removes your panties before moving his hands to your waist, arms and gently cupping your cheeks.

“Look what I made you into”, he chuckles. “Corrupting you, aren’t I?”

His thumb plays with your full lips and you take the opportunity to bite it and lick it as well. Anakin groans, hardening in the process.

“Oh by the Maker.”

“Yes?” You feign innocence when he looks at you. “Do you remember when you taught me so many ways to please my Master?”

His hands slip to your throat, wrapping them around it, but never doing anything that goes beyond the limits both of you once settled. His eyes stare down your nipples: he loves watching them getting hard under his touch. He in fact loves how easily you react to him.

“How naughty of you, Y/N”, he leans his body forward as he starts to touch your chest, hands playing with your breasts. “Have you been longing for me, wife?”

Anakin smirks pleased when seeing you blush.

“Y-Yes”, you moan in desperation, overall when he uses one of his hands to tease your womanhood. “Oh my… Anakin!”

As you interlock gazes, you feel as if you’d been brought back to heaven and the Lord Vader you know is the dark angel that’s made it reach to you.

***

Your POV.

You have missed riding him. Oh yes, you have. Every naughtiness there has been in you comes back with no shame. Anakin can tell the same as you move your hips slowly, taking his cock rightly so, as if he needs to remember you own him. As he owns you. As each owns the other.

“Oh Maker”, you throw your head back as his touch in your womanhood, as every grasp against your body sets your soul alight. “Oh my… You electrify me, love!”

“I’ve never been so alive as when I’m with you”, you lean downwards again to kiss his lips hungrily, famine for him, for his soul and flesh.

Anakin now flips positions and he is dominating you once more, leaving tons of bruises in your body, subjugating you to his will. His moves are harder now, matching your screams.

“Shit”, he curses when sensing his climax.

“Give me your seed”, you beg him, which makes him smirk.

Because for some reason he knows and so do you. That this night is not any night. And just like that he complies to your wishes.

Bathed in salt, your bodies are too tangled in each other to make any distinction. Anakin nuzzles against your neck, kissing you softly as he locks his hand against yours.

You rest against his chest, clinging onto him, never again experiencing this kind of bliss.

“Thank you, love”, you capture his whisper just as you start to fall asleep.

You turn your head to meet his eyes. One is painted with the old shade of blue so familiar to you, whilst the other remains yellow.

“What for, sweetheart?”, you ask him.

As he puts a loose lock behind your ear, you can tell he is thrilled.

“For this. For your forgiveness and your love. For…”

“Shh”, you interrupt him. Turning on your elbows, you smile at him as you wipe away his tears. “I will always love you, Anakin Skywalker. And you will be the father of my children. I’ve always known this. Always. We are a family, remember?”

“Yes”, he whispers softly. “Yes we are.”

That night the two of you fall asleep under the certainty something better awaits in a near future…

***

Epilogue.

Ten years later.

“Daaaaad! Luke got your… Oh, you didn’t tell me we had visitors”, Leia blushes. “Hello there, grandpa Ben!”

Anakin and you have been discussing your new steps as Senator of Coruscant when your daughter steps abruptly in the living room.

“I am too old to remind you it’s uncle Ben”, Obi-Wan chuckles, shaking his head.

“I can see your grey hair though, Master”, you joke back.

“Besides”, Anakin adds cheerfully, “didn’t I tell you that you were the closest thing to a father? But you have to wait for me because it apparently Luke has been up to another mischief.”

You sigh heavily as you pour some tea and surrender to your daughter’s pleas about eating chocolate cookie.

In the meantime, though, Anakin’s eyes go wide when he sees Luke took his younger brother, Ben, to a trip without his knowledge. He would have laughed if he didn’t know how fast Luke likes to pilot.

Y/N often says he got it after me…

Swallowing a laughter, Anakin scowls:

“LUKE AND BEN SKYWALKER! Did you go pilot without asking my permission again?”

The two boys exchange guilty glances. Anakin would be delighted to how cute they are had he not been concerned about parenting—or you’d scold him for that, accused of being too permissive with your sons.

“Leia is such a gossiper!”, Ben complains.

“Don’t say that about your sister. Come now, inside. Tell your mother what you did.”

“But dad!”, Luke pouts. “Why?"

"You know very well why, Luke Skywalker."

As he steps inside and finds Leia following you everywhere you go--and you are pregnant again, so Leia is always talking about having a sister because it's unfair how Luke has a brother to make him company.

"I see the boys get something from their father", Obi-Wan remarks in between chuckles.

You join him in laughters.

"Oh you have no idea how much!"

"But I got after my mother!", Leia protests proudly so.

"Of course you do", says Obi-Wan, watching as you beam and kiss her head. "Well time rushes. I hope to see you both on Monday. There are lots to be done! And kids, behave!"

You lean into Anakin's embrace as you two watch the children saying goodbye from their "grandpa" Ben. It's only then you chuckle and say:

"You think I wouldnt notice that you and your brother were up to no good again, Luke Skywalker? So much like your father."

"And it's time to homework now if I aint mistaken", says Anakin, unable to hold back his laughters before their complaints. "Go on. No candy before it's all done. Love, you can do what you have to do. I'm looking after them tonignt."

You beam as you kiss him in his lips, earning some "eeeew" from the children. But this family is everything you wanted. Everything you and Anakin deserved. And this is only growing...

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dracowars · 8 months

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

booze and confessions | luke skywalker

pairing: luke x reader

word count: 1,9k

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

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

warnings: angst, mentions of war, mentions of death

universe: star wars

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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kaleidoscope1967eyes · 2 months

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nitwitthegrey · 2 months

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when you finally realize at the ripe age of 26 that you have autism and suddenly it all comes together

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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G, L and W (the NSFW version) for Din and Luke? Separately I mean.

It'd be fun if it was together too just saying.

Pairing: Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, cockpit sex, outdoor sex, rough sex, mostly clothed sex, praise kink, hand kink, use of the Force

A/N: I believe this is my first time writing for Luke. Weird.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's been known to crack a few jokes when your relationship gets going. There's no reason in his opinion to have to keep it entirely serious. Besides there's no greater sound in the galaxy then hearing you laugh. Sometimes he will deliberately kiss your sensitive and ticklish spots just to get a laugh out of you. Seriously he could be ramming into you one moment, making you moan and then the next he's kissing you, making you giggle and shake.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Well he isn't very picky. Mostly because there are a lot of places you can have sex at and you won't get caught. But when the mood strikes him after he meditates he will pin you against the first flat surface using the Force and make love to you slowly. Doesn't matter if its the bedroom or in the forest, or in front of the Temple even. Well... it does matter a little but, the Force wants what the Force wants.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Luke has an insane praise kink. He's a little like a dog in a sense that he will lighten up and get cute when you praise him but if you do it while he's balls deep, or mouth sucking on your clit, there will be no stopping him or his loud groans and whimpers. He's almost weeping from how good it feels have his cock inside of you while you hold him close and whisper into his ear.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's very serious during sex. It can be a little hard to tell when he's wearing a helmet a lot but he is extremely vocal in bed so you can always tell how he's feeling. He doesn't get to do this a whole lot with you, not nearly as much as the two of you would like so most of the time he keeps it serious but passionate.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

There aren't that many places to choose from in the first place but he would have to pick the pilot seat of the cockpit. It's perfect for when you want to ride his cock into oblivion but he can also bend you over and fuck you from behind. That way he can also take his helmet off, kiss you how ever he wants, bite you, mark you up in places both hidden from view and available for others to see.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Has a hand kink, for you kissing and loving his hands that is. They're always covered in scars and bruises so to have you not just be gentle with them but also push them towards your pussy for him to play with and explore, for you to arch into his touch when he caresses you, when he massages your breasts, it really does drive him wild, both wild and render him powerless before you.

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aurora-starwars · 1 year

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Can I request Luke Skywalker falling in love with a fem!reader who feels down after being bullied for many years? Please???

You Are Important, You Are Enough

Pairing: Luke Skywalker x fem!reader

Summary: When Luke finds reader upset after being bullied after so many years, he tries to comfort her

Word Count: 868

Warnings: fluff? Angst? Bullying?

A/n: So this is so bad and so late! But thanks for requesting and thanks for waiting! Hope you enjoy!

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Looking at [Name], Luke has never failed to find beauty in the girl. From the moment they met, all those years ago when he first attended a meeting with the rebels, he knew that he wanted her in his life for as long as he lives.

Their meeting was not smooth but after a few laughs and many weeks spent in rebel bases, as well as the destruction of the death star, the two had become close friends. Long weeks spent in the icy quarters and meeting rooms of Echo Base on Hoth were unbearable for Luke, and were only made better by [Name].

[Name] was like his light in the dark, the sun to his moon, his kyber crystal to his lightsaber, his warmth in the frigid cold. The girl was kind to all, always taking everyone’s thoughts and feelings into account. Which, as the war raged on, was becoming more and more difficult.

[Name], although tried to get on well with all on the base, felt some resistance to her kindness by a group of technicians. These technicians worked hard and for long periods of time and thus were often more irritable. [Name] understood this and while she tried to be extra understanding giving their commitment to the cause, this didn’t shield [Name] from their relentless bullying.

[Name] has working with the rebels for a few years now and this very same bullying from the very same people, started right when she joined. The would call her names, calling her useless, making fun of the way she looked, the way her clothes fit on her, the whole nine clicks. And [Name] tried to remain focused on the cause and her job in the rebellion for all of the years she had to endure it. She did it well too. She made sure that she never retaliated, never making them upset, never truly given them a reason to bully her.

But today it finally got to her. And Luke could see that.

While he hadn’t been working with her for long, Luke saw the way she held herself after walking past a group of them. He swore to himself if he ever saw himself any of them making fun of [Name], he would make sure they had fresher cleaning duties.

Today, he noticed her all day. She was quiet, sullen, and definitely moping. He watched her confidence and bright smile fade as the day went on. He was heart broken.

It was only at the end of the day that he could approach her. She was sat in her quarters, a quiet, small space where he knew that she knew no one else would be. The rooms the rebellion gave were either very small or shared with many others.

The sliding doors opened to reveal his concerned eyes. He carefully approached, sitting beside her careful, hoping not to scare her off. He sat there for a moment while she sniffled. He hoped that she would start, so that she would not feel pressured into saying anything.

After a moment, [Name] gathered herself. Looking up at him hesitatingly, eyes still wet with ready tears, begging for comfort.

“I know, I know,” He cooed, cradling her head into his chest. He hand stroked her cheek as he muttered soft, comforting words into her ears.

“You are so wonderful.” He brushed a hand over her forehead, before moving to wipe the tears from her face.

“Don’t listen to their silly words, they have no idea what they are saying.” His other hand was wrapped tight around her back, holding her secure in place.

“You are too special, kind, and wonderful to ever have to hear the things that come out of their mouths.” He sighed into [Name]’s head, kissing the top of it gently.

He pulled back, sure to connect his gaze with hers.

“Do you know how important you are?” He asks, eyes showing no intention of letting her answer that.

“Not to just the rebellion, because even too that you are in-expendable,” He muses, smiling warmly at her teary face, still a firm but gentle hold on her back.

“But to the people that love you. The people that care so deeply for you. To me.” He smiles, looking down for a beat before looking back in [Name]’s eyes.

“Do you know how important you are to me?” Luke’s gaze is soft and loving in the most wonderful way. He looks at her as if he is holding the plans to the death star himself. He looks at her as if he is watching a star be born. [Name] is everything to him.

“You are enough, [Name],” He states, there is no hint of deception in his voice, only pure adoration.

“You are enough,” He pulls her to his lips slowly, taking his time to watch her expressions. Only when her eyes flutter closed, does he connect their lips. The kiss is full of passion, full of love, and full of insecurity. Insecurity that melts away as soon as Luke brings her closer, bringing her flushed against him.

When they separate with staggering breaths, all [Name] feels is adoration. The technicians be damned, because she has Luke Skywalker.

A/n: Thanks so much for reading! Have a nice day, lovely!

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to love from afar

🌛bonus chapter🌜

Master Luke Skywalker x reader

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

word count: 5,908

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

read the first chapter here or on AO3🩵💙

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you tried. You really really did try.

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

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

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

Master Skywalker is kind and understanding.

What are you so afraid of?

He does not deserve your fear.

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

Did he punish you?

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

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

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

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

He does not deserve your fear.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But interrupting now?

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

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

Possibly he'd seek you out after.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your Master, however, does not seem satisfied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Without waiting for an answer, he continues.

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

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

"Look at me."

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

His commanding tone however, does not change.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Padawan. I asked you a question."

Oh. Maybe not a dream then?

"Uhhh yes, Master?"

Leaning back, he slightly tilts his head.

"You weren't listening."

It isn't a question.

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

You briefly check your shields. They are down.

Damnit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This isn't going as bad as you feared!

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

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

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

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

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

A sigh.

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

Furrowing your brow you try to think.

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

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

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

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

"Come along, Padawan."

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

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

Mmh, why did he ask about your sleep again?

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Master Skywalker!"

Sounding quite distressed, they quickly draw nearer.

"Master Skywalker, have you seen-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You giggle.

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You can't believe that just happened.

This is horrible.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How is he so calm?????

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

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

His answer is another laugh.

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

You are scandalized, your heart still racing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then

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

That stings but you're too stupefied to answer.

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

He laid you down IN HIS BED?

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

"Shields up.", comes the stern command.

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

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

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

But oh, you try.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He is so beautiful to look at, it hurts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This you can do.

Anything he asks from you, you will give.

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

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

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

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

Just empty and tired.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes.“, he answers

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

Your body grows tense and he reacts immediately.

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

He is worried? About you?

You bite your lip and shake your head no.

This seems suffice as an answer and your Master continues.

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

At this you start sobbing again.

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

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

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

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

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

He sighs and briefly holds you closer.

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

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

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

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

"W-what?"

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

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

However..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"LISTEN TO ME!"

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

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

"Listen. To. Me. You misunderstand."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"M-Master..."

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

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

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

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

Breathing in deeply he wipes his hand over his face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

But where to? Outside or away?

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

Then why did he leave you?

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

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

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

"Wait."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"...I understand."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You bristle and shake off his touch.

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

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

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

"I also said", he begins slowly

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

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

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

With an exasperate sigh he tilts his head.

"Are you my Padawan?", he asks.

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

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

Oh.

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

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

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#din darjin #luke skywalker #dinluke #luke female

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wanderingjedi77 · 1 year

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The Reckoning Chapter Two

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Summary: A union between two rebels brings Lucy to her new life on Krownest, where different challenges await.

A week had gone by far too quickly for Lucy's comfort, though, she admitted; she was enjoying her time on Kelevala. She wandered on her own mostly, talking with different clans and training with Ahsoka when she could. Sometimes Sabine joined her, introducing her to different people she knew, such as Fenn Rau.

Everyone treated her with stiff politeness, and she had been told there hadn't been a Mandalorian Jedi since Tarre Vizsla. But they appreciated her curiosity even if they didn't understand her being a Jedi.

By the time her wedding to Sabine came, Lucy was nervous; but more understanding. Although she thought to herself, she still didn't appreciate Leia springing this on her in the first place.

"I know you're still mad at me." Leia said softly. She straightened out the blue cape over Lucy's dress. They didn't have a clan or clan colors. But House Organa's would do even if Lucy had never been a part of it.

"You should have asked me first." Lucy looks away and is surprised to see how beautiful she looks in the mirror. Her hair is tied up in a complicated braid-bun at the top of her head.

"I'm sorry." Leia says softly. "I should have."

Lucy sighs. "Well, it's too late now." She looks at Leia. "I have to go through with this." She squeezes Leia's arm as a knock sounds at the door.

"Come in."

The door opens and Alrich Wren bows his head as he steps through.

"Good morning, Princess, Lady Skywalker. I'm here to escort my future daughter in law down the aisle." Alrich looks at them with a kind smile.

"Thank you, that's very kind of you." Leia says, "But I was going to -"

"I'm afraid that Mandalorian custom dictates that in the event a marriage partner has no parents, then a parent of their future spouse must walk them down the aisle." Alrich steps forward, speaking politely.

Leia looks at Lucy and pulls her in for a hug. "I'm sorry I've done this to you, but it's really for the best. I hope you can forgive me one day."

Lucy kisses her on the cheek as she steps back and nods. "I'll see you inside."

Leia smiles and steps away, nodding at Alrich. "Thank you."

"Of course Princess." He says and looks at Lucy. "I'm afraid Ursa passed the task onto me. She is Countess, but is having trouble accepting this arrangement."

"It's okay if she hates me, you know. She doesn't know me." Lucy replies. "I appreciate you taking the role in her place."

Alrich smiled. "It really is no trouble. Don't mind Ursa. She's just upset that she had no say in this. Don't take her annomosity for anger."

Lucy nodded, feeling nervous. "Thank you."

Alrich nodded and held out his arm, and Lucy placed her fingers on in, before wrapping an arm around it and putting her hand hand on the opposite side.

"Are you ready?"

"No."

"You'll be okay." Alrich says. "Sabine is a wonderful woman." They walk out of the room towards the main hall. "She's just been through a lot."

Lucy swallowed nervously. "Right."

"But she seems quite taken with you." Alrich says with a smile. "It reminds me of how I first looked at Ursa when we met. How I acted."

They paused at the open doors, and Lucy saw Sabine standing at the end near Bo in her armor. Mandalorians and Rebels stood on either side and looked at them as they approached and started walking. Ursa was standing next to Tristain, and Leia next to Ahsoka, R2 and some other members of the Rebellion who could make it.

Lucy tried to keep her eyes forward and clutched Alrich's arm tighter. She net Sabine's gaze, who gave her a sort if grim smile, but her eyes were alight. She looked over Lucy and smiled softly. As if pleased by what she saw.

"I pass Lucy onto you." Alrich said, and stepped back with a bow as they reached Sabine and Bo.

Lucy stood next to Sabine and dropped her gaze. Her hair was slicked back, and it looked nice. Attractive. Lucy blushed.

Bo waited until Alrich was standing next to Ursa before she began. She took a breath, and gave them a serious look.

"Today, we witness the union of Lucy Skywalker and Sabine Wren of Clan Wren. It is an unusual union, but one that will be written in song for generations."

Bo paused and looked at Sabine. "Do you accept Lucy as your wife and will stand next to her? Will you care for her? Will raise warriors with her?"

"I will."

"And do you Lucy, accept Sabine as your wife and will stand next to her? Will you care for her? Will you raise warriors with her?"

"I...I will." Lucy answered.

"Then you may now say the vow." Bo nodded.

Sabine turned to Lucy and held out a pauldron, "Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde."

"Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde." Lucy answered, struggling a bit to get the pronunciation right. She had only been learning a week, but she hoped it didn't sound too bad.

We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors.

Lucy held her breath as Sabine attached the pauldron with Clan Wren's symbol to her cape and reached down to bring her hands in hers. She brought Lucy's knuckles up and kissed them.

"Welcome to Clan Wren, Lucy Skywalker."

Bo started clapping and the rest of the room joined in. She smiled at them, and Sabine took Lucy's arm; leading her away.

"Want to escape?"

"Are you suggesting we elope?" Lucy whispered back.

"Can't elope if we're already married." Sabine smirked. Lucy sighed.

"Alright. Where are we going?"

"Krownest. It'll just be us." Sabine said softly. "Besides a few members. It'll be a lot calmer than what we will deal with normally."

She stopped as Tristain came up to them, and smiled at him. They were almost out of the room.

"Welcome to the family." Tristain said. He smiled at Lucy. "Good luck putting up with my older sister...ow!"

Sabine sighed. "I'll pinch you again, little brother."

"Don't be mean." Tristain bowed to Lucy. "I'll see you back at Krownest. Mother and I have a mission to Mandalore in a few days."

"I'll see you soon Tristain. Good luck." Sabine said softly. He smiled and left and Sabine turned to Lucy.

"Let's go! Before we get intercepted again."

By the time they had said the rest of their goodbyes, mostly to Leia and R2 until Lucy returned to the Rebellion in a few days' time, and Ahsoka and Bo; it was late. The few Mandalorians who stayed greeted Lucy cordially and had assured her she would get used to the cold in time.

Lucy liked Sabine's home despite this, after being given a brief tour, and Sabine pointing out what paintings were hers and what were her father's, she had led Lucy back to hers, no; their room.

It was cozy, Lucy thought. A large bed, desk littered with paint supplies. A fireplace. She stepped into the room and admired it, and looked around with a small smile as Sabine pressed sleeping clothes in her arms.

"I'm a little taller, but you can change in the fresher; have a shower if you want. I'm just going to get ready for bed." Sabine explained, and Lucy took in a sharp breath.

"Okay, thank you." Lucy said. "I'll just..." She quickly walked to the fresher, and got ready for bed. By the time she came out again, feeling more relaxed, Sabine was lounging on the bed, flipping through a holo-pad.

Lucy felt nervous, it wasn't like she had never shared a bed with another woman to go to sleep, but she still didn't really know Sabine. She carefully made her way over and Sabine glanced up, graciously putting her work down and lifting the covers so Lucy could climb in next to her.

"Better?"

"A little." Lucy answered, and she glanced at Sabine, laying next to her. "You're planet is cold." She complained. "Is it covered in snow all the time?"

"Unfortunately." Sabine looked at her. "You'll get used to it." She moved on her side and sounded amused. "If not I'm sure we can come up with a solution."

Lucy made a noise of disagreement, and Sabine laughed. "I'm going to freeze to death."

"Please don't steal all the blankets." Sabine said, and Lucy looked at her.

"I'm not a blanket thief." Lucy replied.

"You say that now..." Sabine smiled at Lucy and looked amused. "I can put my arm around you if you want. Help you stay warm."

Lucy blushes. "Well... okay." She swallows hard. "Since we're married now and all."

Sabine throws her arm around Lucy's waist and pulls her close, Lucy's head resting on her shoulder. "Is this okay?"

"Yes." Lucy manages to get out. She can hear Sabine breath, her heartbeat echoing through the force. "Sabine?"

"Yeah?" Sabine shifted so she could look down at her.

"Thank you. For being so good about everything." Lucy said shyly.

"I'd be a poor riduur if I wasn't." Sabine grinned. "But you're welcome." She shifts back down, and Lucy stops her long enough to kiss Sabine, brief and soft.

"What was that for?" Sabine chokes out when they part. She's blushing, Lucy notices. It's almost the same color as their bed sheets.

"A goodnight kiss." Lucy offers. "Since we're married." She hopes she hasn't upset her. "Should I not have?"

"You're so cute, Lucy." Sabine replies and Lucy blushes.

"Well I've never been married before." Lucy protests, feeling hot. She frowns a little, and Sabine tries not to laugh.

"And you think I have?"

"Well no." Lucy admits. "But you have more experience then me I bet." She settles back into Sabine's embrace. Sabine follows suit, and wraps Lucy a little more tightly in her arms.

"A little. But war doesn't leave room for much." Sabine replies. Lucy smiled a little.

"I can't imagine it does." Lucy said softly.

Sabine kissed the top of Lucy's head. "We'll figure it out." She sighed softly. "Goodnight Lucy."

"Night Sabine." Lucy replied, and fell asleep.

As the light shone through the painted windows of Sabine's room the next morning, Lucy stirred. It was strange to have such a good sleep without the nightmares of those she had lost plaguing her mind. She yawned and then woke up with a start, only to realise where she was and that the bed was partially empty. She sat up, letting the covers pool around her waist, and frowned when the door opened. Sabine grinned at her, dressed in her armor, and held out a tray.

"Breakfast."

Lucy smiled a little as Sabine put the tray over her lap. "You're spoiling me."

Sabine winked. "You're lucky I can cook." She sat down next to her and took a piece of fruit off her plate. "Wife tax." She told Lucy at her startled look.

"Wife tax? That's not a thing."

"It is now." Sabine replied and took another piece. Lucy fought back a laugh and started to eat, not realizing how hungry she was.

Sabine watched her for a few moments, before Lucy paused and looked at her, brow furrowed.

"Are you okay?" Lucy asked, cleaning her hands on a napkin.

"Can I ask you what it was like growing up?" Sabine asked softly. "You don't have to tell me. I'm just...curious."

Lucy shrugged. "I grew up on Tatooine with my Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen. And Uncle Ben, but I didn't see him much." She added, "We were farmers."

"Did you go to school?"

"No. I've never been. Have you?" Lucy asked.

"I had a private tutor when I was younger. Then I...I was trained at the Imperial Academy on Mandalore." Sabine looked away, ashamed.

"That doesn't make you a bad person." Lucy set the tray to the side, put a hand on Sabine's shoulder. "You got an education."

"Yes. But at what cost?" Sabine replied. She looked at Lucy. "What do you like to read?" Sabine said, changing the subject.

"I don't read books. I'm don't really know how."

"You...what?" Sabine said. She briefly thought of Ezra. She wasn't ignorant. She knew that there were plenty of people who couldn't. But she felt bad.

"I just kind of go with things." Lucy admitted. "Leia teaches me what she can, but the letters get mixed up in my head. It's hard." She explained.

Sabine paused, and then reached over to pull a sketch pad and a pencil from her side table.

Lucy tapped her fingers against the page when Sabine is done, impressed by how easily and fast she wrote it.

"What's that?"

"You're name silly. You're married name." Sabine smiles softly. "Lucy Skywalker Wren." Sabine taps each word with her pencil as she goes along.

Lucy looks at Sabine but stays silent. The words drew a bit into focus, and she felt Sabine take her hand.

"Here, let me -" Sabine places the pencil in her hand and covers it with her own. She carefully outlines each letter, saying how to pronounce each letter in Aurabesh.

Lucy draws a sharp breath but focuses. Drawing out her name in awkward, child like letters. She looks at Sabine when she's done, and gives her a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you."

"We'll keep working at it." Sabine offers, and she draws Lucy back against her, Sabibe wrapping her arms around her. "I'm afraid we only get three days to relax."

Lucy made a noise of protest. "Damn Empire." She sighed. "I should probably get up and get ready."

"You could." Sabine answers. "But you're supposed to be relaxing."

Lucy made a noise of protest.

"Don't argue with me." Sabine tickled her sides, and Lucy laughed. "See, I know how to subdue a Jedi."

Lucy laughed again.

"Okay okay...you win. I'll stay."

Sabine kissed her on the top of the head.

"Sounds perfect."

#star wars #sabine wren #lucy skywalker #female luke skywalker #star wars au #i hope you like this #leia organa #bo katan kryze #ahsoka tano #tristan wren #alrich wren #ursa wren #mandalorian #kelevala #r2d2

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Rating: Mature

Complete! 164k+ words

Summary The Sequel Trilogy reimagined with smuggler Ben Solo reluctant to take on the family mantle of Jedi in the fight against the mysterious Kira Ren and the diabolical First Order...

(Female Finn by Krissy Victory Cosplay)

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Unconditionally// ch 3

anakin x reader

(a/n: THIS ONE WAS EARLY HAHA SORRY!! buuutttt we’re getting into the bigger picture now 🤩🤩 thanks for being here!)

You catch someone’s attention

warnings: swearing, suggestive comments

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You woke up in a spare bedroom of Anakin’s house. You had a dull headache, probably from the wine you indulged in last night. You stretched and checked your phone, it was 10:00 am, not too bad. You got out of the comfy bed (much nicer than your dorm bed). You traveled out to the kitchen and found Ben, Anakin, and the twins all sitting at the table in the kitchen.

“Look who finally decided to get up,” Anakin teased.

“How was your night, sleeping beauty?”

You were confused as to how Anakin was up and chipper, because from what you remember, he had much more to drink than you.

“I’m well, thank you”

“F/N ?! You slept over!!” the twins exclaimed. You smiled and gave them a little wave.

Ben invited you to sit in the seat between him and Anakin.

“Aww, Uncle Ben! I wanted to sit by her” Luke protested, to which Ben just laughed him off.

“Have a crush, do we?” teased Ben.

Luke’s face turned bright red, “NO!”.

Ben chuckled and even Anakin smirked. They exchanged a glance and both went back to their own plates.

After breakfast Ben left and you were about to leave too. but Anakin stopped you.

“If you want, you can take a shower here” he offered.

“What?” you were confused

“Well it's probably better than some shitty dorm shower”.

The twin’s must have gone upstairs because he never cussed in front of them.

You laughed, “Yeah they are pretty shitty”.

He huffed out a laugh too and got you some towels. He let you shower in his since that was the only one really with toiletries in it, the rest were more for show.

You stepped into the large glass shower and turned on the overhead shower. It cascaded nicely down onto your body. The pressure was perfect, you felt so relaxed. As you washed you began to realize you were going to smell like Anakin when you got out. Not that that would bug you though.

Your mind drifted to less than professional thoughts about your boss. The shower was pretty big… you thought about what other activities you could do in there. You could almost imagine how he would hold you, how he would-

You shook your head. No. You were just lonely, that's all.

You exited the shower and put on the dress you initially wore last night, this time you looked less fancy and smelled like Anakin. Your roommate was definitely gonna think you got screwed.

You walked down the long staircase and tried to find Anakin to say goodbye before leaving. You looked all around but still couldn’t find him, so You decided to just leave a little thank you note.

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You spent the rest of your weekend begrudgingly thinking about him. You shouldn’t be thinking about your employer that way, he wasn’t even that nice to you?!

But you still found yourself missing him. You really wanted to do something with the kids and him, but there was no way you could bring that up discreetly.

Finally Monday rolled around and you went over to the Skywalker’s. You started doing this thing where you would wave to the little camera doorbell every time you came over. Even if no one was watching it made you happy.

Today the kids were bouncing with energy. Apparently it had been one of their classmate’s birthdays and they brought in a cake, so that left you with two 7 year old’s hyped up on sugar.

You managed to wrangle them into the playroom and finally plopped down on a rather small bean bag chair.

Dramatically you did a fainting motion, “ugh, you children exhaust me”. They laughed and ran to jump onto you.

A few hours passed and they calmed down, but then they began to whisper. They were trading secrets between each other, only stopping occasionally to glance at you and then laugh.

“What's so funny, hmm?” you asked with a wide smile.

Leia giggled before coming forwards, “So we heard daddy and uncle Ben talking yesterday”.

“And what could they have been talking about that's making you so giddy?” you playfully asked the little girl.

Leia stole another glance at Luke before running away. This time Luke was the one rolling his eyes, he stepped in front of you and spoke.

“We heard them talking about you, Dad said he thinks you’re pretty”.

You swear your heart did a flip.

“W-what?” you asked.

“Yeah we went upstairs and were playing spies and we heard them talking about you” Luke grinned , proud of his spying ability.

Leia came back and offered “Yeah, and Uncle Ben said ‘go for it’”.

Holy shit.

You were sure you were blushing, “ohh, that's nice of your dad”.

Leia giggled and whispered something to Luke. He stood tall and crossed his arms, “Leia thinks Dad has a crush on you”.

Leia scowled and smacked Luke, “You weren't supposed to say I said that!”

Luke just shrugged it off and went back to play with his legos. Leia, however, stayed by you. “Do you have a crush on daddy?”.

Yes.

“Oh, I think we’re just friends,” you said instead.

She made a face and then shrugged too, “I guess we’ll just have to see”, and then joined her brother.

We’ll have to see? Was he planning something? I mean, kids are notoriously known to just blabber their parent’s business…but if this were true..

Could he? No, why would he like someone like you? College student with not a penny to her name? Inexperienced and young, he would probably be someone of his status and age. You tried to push it away, but not long later the door opened.

He came in with a four cup tray from the local coffee shop. The kids ran downstairs to greet him.

“Hey bud! Hey Princess!” He smiled , handing them each a small coffee cup. You cringed and walked up to him. He leaned into you so he could hear you whisper.

“They had cake at school, don’t you think that’s a lot of sugar?”

He smiled, small smile lines creasing around his beautiful eyes.

“Don’t worry, it's just chocolate milk, I tell them it’s coffee”

You giggled and playfully hit his arm, “you’re wrong for that, what's gonna happen when they order a coffee and it tastes like…well, coffee?”.

He just shrugged and smiled.

Was it because of what Leia said, or was he actually kind of flirting with you?

“Oh, here” he said, handing you a drink of your own.

“What’s this for?”

“It's for you,” he said, sipping his own.

“How did you know what to get?” you asked.

“You just seem like a shaken espresso kind of gal.”

You smiled, indeed you were, you turned the cup and saw Anakin’s name on the side of the cup. You knew it was standard to label coffee cups, but his name just looked so good on your cup.

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Thursday came along and you were busy coloring with the kids when the door opened. The twins immediately jumped up to greet their dad, and honestly you were just as excited to see him. Maybe you were just a hopeless romantic, but you began to pick up more on his flirts.

He asked the kids to go upstairs for a moment to which they responded with giggling. You were confused.

“Is something wrong?” you asked, worried about what he needed to talk about privately. Did you do something wrong?

He set down his bag and walked towards you, “umm, I’m kind of out of the loop with this sort of thing” he said placing a hand over his mouth..

Shit. you were about to get fired.

“I’m really sorry, I-I can get my stuff” you said sheepishly.

Were you too flirty? Did you make him uncomfortable?

“What?” he asked, perplexed.

“You’re asking me to leave right? Like firing me?” you offered.

“What? No, God, No” he chuckled.

He leaned on the kitchen counter and just laughed for a moment.

You carefully set your bag down, now you‘re confused.

“What is it then?”

He gathered himself and walked towards you, “I was going to ask you if you were free tomorrow night””.

“Oh, Yeah, no worries, I can watch the twins” you said. Relieved, you began reaching for your planner.

He grabbed one of your arms gently, and laughed once more, ‘No, I mean if you were free for a date”.

What?

All you could do was stare at him. “Me?”

“Well, who else?”

You couldn’t comprehend that this was actually happening. Nothing like this ever happened to you.

“A-are you sure?” you asked, making sure he wasn’t playing a cruel joke on you.

“I’m Positive,” he said.

You smiled at him, “ok”.

“It’s a date then?” he confirmed.

“It's a date,” you smiled.

He beamed at you, “I’ll pick you up at 8, send me your address?” he said.

You nodded, “what about the twins?”.

“Ben’s gonna watch them”.

AH HA! So Ben was in on it! The kids were right.

You left the Skywalker household with a warm embrace and a large smile.

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It was now approximately one hour until Anakin was supposed to show up at your dorm. You still couldn't believe he had any interest at all in you. You were just some random girl in her early 20’s.

Either way you were glad he was giving you a chance. Your makeup was done up and you were deciding on an outfit. Part of you wanted to wear that green dress again, but you remembered how he reacted last time. You weren’t trying to ruin a good night in the first few seconds. So instead you opted for a more modest (still a little revealing) black dress. Hopefully he would appreciate this one.

Your roommate was teasing you about this “mystery man”, so you decided to leave out that it was your employer.

“F/N you never go out with guys! He must be pretty special” she wiggled her brows at you.

You laughed it off and continued to fasten the clasp on your necklace. She was right though. You had pretty bad luck romantically. You only ever had two long term relationships and both ended badly. The first one left you after two years saying you were too focused on work, they told you no one would be able to love you if you were never emotionally available. The next one you truly thought would be the one, until one day you went over to his place and he was banging your ex-best friend. And instead of feeling guilty, he simply told you that you were undeserving of love.

Those experiences caused you to build a wall around your heart, it seemed everyone left you, so you had no choice but to protect yourself. After that you stopped looking for love, stopped flirting, stopped hoping.

Your phone dinged and that caught your attention. Anakin texted you that he was on the way, you took a deep breath before checking yourself once more in the mirror.

“You look great,” your roommate said, answering your unspoken question.

You smiled and thanked her before grabbing your purse. You didn’t really want to make Anakin have to come to your door, so you went outside by the parking lot to sit on a bench.

Your heart began to race as you saw his sleek black car pull up. He parked by the curb and got out to open the door for you. You didn’t expect that. He extended a hand to help you into the car.

He closed the door and went back around to his side. You watched him buckled up and admired the veins on his hands while he gripped the steering wheel. He began driving towards the restaurant.

“You look beautiful, by the way” he offered, still looking ahead.

You blushed at his sentiment, “You look rather nice yourself” you quipped back.

He stole a quick glance at your rose tinted face before smiling. He set his gaze back on the road ahead of him and let out a contempt hum as you two continued to the city.

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(A/N: sooooo, I have a plan for this fic to take a very interesting turn soon (the turn will relate to character development in the actual SW universe) idk if that makes sense, but you’ll find out soon if you continue to read :)

Also.. HELLO WINGMAN BEN?!)

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dracowars · 1 year

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luke figuring out reader's father is obi-wan. like, it would be so awkward talking to obi-wan's force ghost now, "how am i suppose to tell him you're my partner?" 😭😭

general kenobi | luke skywalker

pairing: luke x kenobi!reader

word count: 1,1k

summary: where luke finds out who y/n's father is

a/n: how my mind works: if obi-wan is y/n's father, then satine has to be her mother lmao (it's not mentioned!) there is just no other way for me

warnings: none

universe: star wars

"W-What did you just say?", Luke stutters, halting in his steps, his eyes growing wide while he looks at you as if you just turned into a rancor right before his eyes. Since he stopped you in the middle of your rant with this kind of expression on his face, you frown, not quite sure what he wants you to repeat since you just kept talking and talking.

"Uhm, I just said that we are going to carry out this mission without any problems..?", you say, but it sounds more like a question since you are feeling really unsure as his facial expression does not change. Judging by his big eyes and open mouth, this was apparently not the answer he was hoping for and even though you are confused, you can't help but find him especially cute right now.

Usually, Luke has a strict plan, always following every order, but right now it seems like there is no logical explanation for whatever is going on in his mind and you genuinely can't wait to know what caused this sudden change in his demeanour.

"N-No, no. I mean about your.. your father?", Luke tries again, but this time he actually seems like his mind has stopped spinning and he came back to the here and now, looking at you like you are the one acting weirdly. Which you definitely aren't, but you can't suppress a small giggle as he appears to hang on your every word in this moment. Now that he mentioned your father, you at least know what caught him off guard and you can hopefully help him.

"Oh, about that. Well, I basically only said that I will guide you the same way my father used to guide yours in the Clone Wars", you shrug nonchalantly, still not getting why this simple fact got him all messed up.

"And your father is...?"

"Obi-Wan Kenobi?", you finish his sentence, giving him the answer he has been waiting for. Suddenly, Luke's eyes grow even bigger - if that is even humanly possible - and now you are not sure if you may have actually turned into a rancor right in front of him. But no, you are still very much human and Luke is still very much acting weird.

"Luke? Are you alright? Do I need to call a medic?", you ask, actually concerned now that he hasn't answered you for at least two minutes. He is just standing in front of you, frowning as he seems to be connecting things in his head. The more you look at him, the more it dawns on you what your words might have to do with all of this.

"Wait, you didn't know?", you question, a more or less humourless chuckle leaving your lips as you can't believe that he actually did not know this very important fact about you. About you and who your father is.

"You only told me about your mother, really. And you never dropped any names! I knew your father was a Jedi but not that he was the Obi-Wan Kenobi!", Luke whisper-yells at you now, finally regaining his voice, looking like his whole view of the galaxy was shattered with this one single statement.

The way he runs his hand through his hair, ruffling through it, and how he bites down on his lower lip, finally breaks you and you erupt into a fit of laughter. He looks so cute, all flabbergasted and confused, that you just can't help yourself but to laugh at the weirdness of this situation. You would really like to say that you did talk about your very prominent father, but right now, you can't think of one moment where you actually dropped his name. And this makes you laugh even more and, slowly but surely, Luke starts to laugh too.

"May I introduce myself?", you manage to bring out after your laughter died down, hands on your hips as you try to catch your breath, feeling exhausted by all the laughing. "I'm Y/N Kenobi. At your service, General Skywalker."

Holding out your hand, you wait for him to place a gentle kiss on the back of it as part of your introduction, but Luke only shakes his head in amusement, still too caught up in his thoughts.

"You can't be serious, Y/N!", he almost reproaches you, running his hands over his face while sighing. Then, he takes a step closer, grabbing your hand and placing it against his chest as he leans in.

"How am I supposed to tell him that you are my partner? That we are a thing?", Luke whispers, but he is doing it so quietly as if he expects your father to listen in on every word, putting strong emphasis on his last words.

"I mean, that is not really my problem, is it?", you tease him, taking his proximity to you as a chance to place a soft kiss on his cheek, which riles him up even more. Caressing his cheek with one hand, you fix his disheveled hair with the other and smile your brightest smile at him while he apparently sees his life passing by.

"You are evil, you know that right?", Luke whines, pouting while you are enjoying this more than you probably should. But deep inside, you got a feeling that your father already knows about the two of you. You certainly did not talk to him about it, however, he has always been good at observing and you feel like this ability got even better since he became one with the Force.

"Just.. don't act like you did right now and you will be fine", you giggle, pinching his cheek before leaving a quick kiss on his lips. You catch his eye, wanting him to say something, anything, but all you see is utter fear. Only when you notice that he is looking at something behind you, you follow his stare and see your father, in all his Force ghost glory, making his way over to the both of you.

"Oh, is that Leia over there? I really need to talk to her about the mission", you lie with a bright smile on your lips and you squeeze Luke's hand to give him strength and support.

Completely frozen, he stands in front of you, but he somehow manages to take a deep breath after a few seconds to mentally prepare himself for what is about to come. The strongest Jedi you know nearly gets defeated by a simple conversation with your father, his master.

"I will leave you two alone then", you say your goodbye, waving to your father who is coming closer as you two talk, and make your way to actually find Leia. Turning around one last time, you give your boyfriend a thumbs up which he only replies to with a small smile.

Luke Skywalker is a great fighter, a Jedi who always finds a way out, who always has a plan, who can face the strongest opponent, but the one person he can't face right now is your father. And when he does, as your boyfriend, it is not as bad as expected.

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