you're a slave handmaid on the death star. lord vader and his son master luke appear a thousand feet tall when they walk through the halls of the ship. you're terrified of them both, but moreso that psychotically calm and composed young son of vader's, but not for the right reasons. master luke does not strangle like his formidable father, he does not raise his voice---he hardly speaks, it feels like. he doesn't even open his lightsaber.
and yet he's so much more terrifying.
master luke glances at you. his soft cornflower blue eyes are hugged with a deep vacancy, almost like he's looking past you when he's staring right into your soul. your fellow handmaid's spread rumors about what superiors have done when burdened with clumsy slaves like you. step on a creaky floorboard and be met with a swift whipping that'll leave big ugly welts for weeks.
when you're assigned to set a conference room for the empire's most important associates, you find master luke sitting alone, eyes blase as ever. you set the table, heart racing as you place silverwear at the surrounding placemats. when you reach master luke's side, you pray the rumors aren't true that siths can hear your heartbeat and smell the fear on you.
just as you're setting his place, you drop a knife.
you have never, ever felt so much fear in your life. immediately, an apology crawls its pathetic way out of your lips. your eyes stick to the ground, you can practically feel his gaze burning a hole into your forehead. you bend down to reach for the knife but---
luke beats you to it.
he reaches down and lifts the knife up to you. the softest smile you've ever seen in your life is on his face---his devastatingly handsome, certainly sadistic, evil face---and before he can notice your hands shaking, you take the knife from his hand, place it on the table, and leave faster than the speed of light.
the next day you find you've been assigned to be master luke's personal handmaid.
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