#bodhiluke

[lowkeyasolo]

I read this insane fanfiction and forgot that lukebodhi isn't canon. I genuinely expected to see luke kiss bodhi before the battle of hoth and dramatically collapse into his arms. where are my boys. where are they.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8910982/chapters/20414107

[starfleetsacademy]

[hoodedmiho]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Star Wars Original Trilogy, Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bodhi Rook/Luke Skywalker Additional Tags: Post-Star Wars: Return of the Jedi, Rogue One Alternate Universe – Everybody Lives, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Pining, Friends to Lovers, Mostly Fluff Summary: Bodhi agrees to the last mission with Luke to help retrieve lost Jedi holocrons before he leaves to start his own Jedi academy. After unexpected complications in the plan, Bodhi still decides to go with it, despite being aware that he will probably end up heart broken by the end of it. That’s what he gets for being foolish enough to fall for a galactic hero.

Hello there! I have finally started writing my roguejedi fic – I hope you’ll enjoy <3

[leralynne]

luke + bodhi | rebel pilots on hoth au

“I was a cargo pilot,” Bodhi mumbles. “I can’t—I don’t know that I’m the right person to pilot an X-Wing.”

“It’s not that hard,” Luke says breezily, even though he’s gotta admit he’s sweeping over some details. “Some different controls, tighter maneuvering. Weapons. Look, I bet you’d be great at it.”

Bodhi lets out a breath, a shaky laugh. “Thanks.”

“Seriously! Hey, I could teach you some stuff, if you want?”

Bodhi’s head snaps up, eyes wide. “You’d do that?”

Luke smiles, reaching out to grip Bodhi’s shoulder. “I’d be honored.”

[jedifinn]

The first words that Luke Skywalker says to him are “you’re the pilot”, which Bodhi finds ironic, because it’s the same thought that blooms in his mind once he gets to meet the Rebellion’s golden boy (who’s not exactly what he expected — he’s definitely younger than Bodhi had imagined and his eyes are the bluest color he’s ever seen).

“I am, yes,” he agrees smoothly, not quite sure what the other man could mean.

Luke shakes his head, blond hair tousled from wearing the helmet falling over his face.

“No, I meant— You’re the imperial defector.”

Bodhi winces upon hearing him, but Luke quickly adds, flustered, “Leia, she told me all about you. About what you did. That’s, wow, I can’t imagine what that must have been like, defecting the Empire and stealing the plans from them. You’re very brave.”

He says the last words hastily but Bodhi doesn’t miss them, as ridiculous as they sound. Could it really be, that there in front of him stands Luke Skywalker, wonder shining in his eyes as he tells him those things, even though he’s the one who destroyed the Death Star, who rescued the Princess?

“I, ah… Thank you. I wasn’t alone, though, and you’re the one who fired the torpedoes.”

“Wouldn’t be able to if you guys hadn’t stolen the plans,” Luke replies without missing a beat, smile spreading on his lips.

Bodhi finds himself smiling as well, silence falling upon them. He’s barely just met Luke, but there’s something about him — some sort of innocence, maybe — that only a person who haven’t experienced much of war yet can possess and it draws people towards him, towards the light that seems to be gathering around him. For reasons he can’t quite explain, Bodhi hopes it stays with the younger man as long as possible.

“So,” Luke speaks, “you’d like to come back to the celebration, maybe? I’m sure your friends are already wondering where you went.”

His first instinct is to argue, because whatever Rogue One team is, they’re not his friends, but then he remembers how they visited him in the medbay when they were all healing from their injuries, how he could clearly see the concern on their faces when they learned his left leg had to be replaced by a prosthetic one and yeah, Luke might be right on this one. They might be his friends after all.

“Sure,” he says with a shrug, trying to ignore the strange tug in his chest as Luke grins widely at his agreement.

Then, his mind is occupied by something else altogether when he’s dragged by Luke back to the celebration in the cantina, their arms linked together.

[semisweetshadow]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

my accidental fic

[shadowmaat]

Quiet Me- Bodhi/Luke

I decided to fill a prompt without prompting, so here’s Luke trying to calm down Bodhi.

Please. Please, no. I’m the pilot. I have the message. Please! I’m the pilot! Galen sent me. No! NO!

Bodhi could feel the tentacles of the Bor Gullet wrapping around his throat. His head. His brain. They slithered in between his thoughts, tightening around them and ripping them apart.

I’m the pilot! No! Please!

He couldn’t swallow. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. His thoughts were everywhere and he was... he was nothing. Just pieces floating in the void, like the shuttle remains he’d had to fly past when- when something had happened.

“Bodhi? Bodhi, that’s your name, right?”

Name? What? He was the pilot. He had a name? It was... Somewhere in the shattered darkness, Bodhi frowned.

“Yes, that’s right, Bodhi, you’re the pilot. The pilot for Rogue One, right? You flew the mission on Scarif?”

Scarif? Had he been to Scarif? Explosions and blaster fire and cable spooling out behind him as he ran.

“That must have been something,” the voice said. “You’re a hell of a pilot, you know that, Bodhi? And you’re safe. I promise, you’re safe.”

Safe. Safe? No. Tentacles constricted. He scrabbled at his throat.

“Easy! Easy.”

Something warm rested across his forehead. It felt. It felt good. The heat seeped into him, filling some of the darkness.

“I hope I’m doing this right,” the voice muttered. “Ben didn’t exactly teach me this.”

Bodhi had no idea who Ben was, but the warmth spread through his limbs and the voice sounded comforting. He could breathe again.

“That’s right, Bodhi. You can come back now. Nothing’s going to hurt you, Bodhi. I won’t let it.”

He flinched- sliding into his ears, pain- but he trusted the voice. The voice was softness and light, so much Light. Maybe it could protect him. He opened his eyes, taking in the face of a boy- man- with shaggy blond hair and crystal blue eyes hovering over him.

“Hey.” The man smiled and Bodhi made the connection between the face and the voice he’d been listening to: soft and full of Light. “Hey, good, you’re awake!”

“Did I fall asleep? No.” He frowned. Awareness was creeping back and he realized he was on the floor of the hangar, his head cradled in the stranger’s lap. Several other pilots were standing around. “Oh, no!” He covered his face, feeling it burn. He’d done it again.

“You, uh, you had a little, uh, accident,” the blond was saying, “but it looks like you’re feeling better now?”

He scrambled back to his feet, brushing at his flightsuit. “I’m fine! I’m fine!” He stared at the permacrete, unable to look anyone in the eye. His face was still hot. “Thank you, I- I’m fine!”

The blond steadied him as his legs wobbled, but at least the small crowd was dispersing.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Maybe you should sit down.” The blond seemed concerned. Why?

Because you just had a flashback in the middle of the hangar bay, you stupid barve!

“No, no! I’m fine! Really!” He offered his rescuer a watery smile. “Thanks for the help, but...” Their gazes locked again and Bodhi forgot was he was going to say. It was like being caught in a tractor beam, if tractor beams could radiate friendliness and concern.

“Captain Rook! I’m so sorry!” 

Bodhi tore his attention away to see a short aqua-skinned Natuolan approaching, his flight jacket draped awkwardly over his head.

“What?” Bodhi blinked.

“I had no idea, I swear! I’d never have approached you if I’d known! Can you forgive me?”

“Forgive...?” It finally clicked. The Nautolan- Kel? Bel?- had approached to ask him a question and he’d seen... Well, he’d seen the Nautolan’s head and... 

Something shriveled inside him. “Kriffing Sith hells.” He covered his face again, discovering that yes, he could be even more mortified than he had been. “I’m sorry! I’m not xenophobic, I swear!”

“It’s not your fault, Bodhi.” The blond stepped a little closer, offering more support. “Pel knows that. He knows it wasn’t his fault, either, but he still wanted to apologize for triggering you.”

“I was reading the mission reports for Jedha and Scarif,” Pel said. “I was so excited to get to talk to someone from Rogue One, but- but what happened to you... that wasn’t in the reports. I would have covered up my, uh, if I’d known. I’m sorry, Captain.”

Bodhi scrubbed his face and lowered his hands. “It’s okay, uh, Pel. I’m sorry for reacting... the way I did. Wait. If my... if what Saw Gererra did wasn’t in the reports, how did you find out?”

Pel’s black eyes opened even wider. “Oh! Um?”

“That big droid you were with, Kaytu? He sort of explained. With statistics,” the blond said.

“Yeah, that’s Kaytu.” Bodhi grimaced. He’d forgotten the droid had been with him. He felt a hand on his shoulder, the warmth from it helping banish some of his embarrassment. Kaytu didn’t seem to be around now. He’d probably gone to retrieve Cassian. Wonderful. He decided to focus on the problems in front of him instead of worrying about the ones on their way.

“Did you have something you wanted to ask me, Pel?”

Pel beamed at him. “I have a lot of things I’d like to ask!” His attention seemed to shift past Bodhi’s shoulder. “But maybe that can wait til another time?”

“That’s not necessary, Pel!” The blond’s voice seemed higher all of a sudden.

“Yes, I think I have somewhere else to be right now.” Pel laughed. “Apologies again, Captain Rook. Good luck, Luke. See ya later.” Winking, he jogged past them towards the doors.

Bodhi hadn’t known Nautolans could wink and wasn’t sure what the context of it meant. But at least he had a name for his rescuer now. Luke. For some reason it was setting off alarm bells in his head.

“Uh, sorry about that,” Luke said. “Pel can be a bit of a jokester.”

Bodhi turned to see that he was blushing, his pale skin nearly crimson from hairline to neckline.

“Luke...?” His eyes widened, heart giving a painful jolt as he recognized whom he was looking at. “Luke Skywalker?!”

It was Luke’s turn to wince. “Please don’t.” He reached out, giving Bodhi’s upper arm a squeeze. “Don’t go all weird and official on me, OK? I was hoping we could be- be friends, so just call me Luke?” He tilted his head to the side, looking at him from under a fringe of bangs.

Oh, no, thought Bodhi, trapped in that tractor beam gaze again. He was in so much trouble.

“Luke,” he repeated, mustering up a smile even as his heart raced faster. “Yeah, I think I’d like that.”

Luke’s own smile was dazzling. Friends, Bodhi reminded himself. He wanted to be friends. But maybe, just maybe it could lead to something more. Bodhi didn’t have much luck when it came to gambling, but he had a good feeling about this.

[starfleetsacademy]

Luke “very subtle” Skywalker