it’s the beginning of the everyone's a star! world tour. after a particularly amazing vocal performance during the uk leg of the tour, luke struggles with his on-again/off-again relationship with his drummer, ashton. for six years, they have been "officially broken up", despite hooking up sporadically. the close encounters of tour drive luke to reach out to ashton, and they comfortably fall into their favorite pattern.
rating: e
tw: s.mut, language, but more specific tags on ao3 !!
TW: Kidnapping, stalking and slight hint at choking
There's just something fantastic about doing laundry and thinking about Dark Din having spotted the prettiest blonde with the tightest ass in the whole Galaxy. Sure he's hot from a distance, but Din has seen this once before; what enthralls him is the boy's strength. It's 4 to 1 and he's giving the troopers a run for their money. He's a Jedi, from the looks of it, yet he fights so gracefully, with honor and mercy.
He would make a perfect Riddur.
Din has to have him.
He takes no time in starting his scout. Hunting this Jedi was difficult, given he has no name and a blurred face to go off of. However, it seems The Empire was tracking him long before Din knew of his existence.
Luke Skywalker, is his name. A name was all Din needed.
It took months, but capturing this Jedi, his Jetti, was satisfying. Luke treated him as Din recalled him fighting the Troopers from before; a subtle warning and then a spar. The boy was powerful, Din just knew. He had all the power of The Force (something he researched to the knowledge that it could be suppressed) and yet he was not using it. All the power one could muster and not use it for the sake of a fair fight?
Oh, this one was his.
Luke is worn thin. It's been hours of constant blaster blockage and out running this Mandalorian. He was putting up more of a fight than any other bounty hunters his Father had on him. Perhaps this was one of them and did not know the Empire had fell? He didn't stop to think. There was no time. It's not until he comes to the edge of a cliff and nearly topples over, watching with a gasp and wide eyes as tiny pebbles fall to their crushing doom into the darkness bellow. He sees the other side. It's not far. He can make it.
He glances back for a moment, sure he's alone. A few steps back and at a running pace, he's soaring in the air with the Force on his heels. A smirk finds his way to his lips. He's free of the hunt.
The Force is cut from him like the bleeding sensation around his arms and chest. A yelp later and he's being whisked backwards, to his horror, towards the Mandalorian holding a blaster-like contraption with the very rope tied around Luke attached to it. Luke is dangling from the edge but not for much longer when he's hauled to The Mandalorian's feet and a gloved hand grips his throat, a thumb pressed to his lips.
Why can't I feel the force?! Luke is panicking.
It's Din's turn to smile under his helmet. The grip on Luke's throat only hardens as Luke squirms. He cannot get free. This hand force suppression rope Din acquired has been more than helpful in his catch. Luke can struggle all he wanted, all it did was turn him on.
"My, my, you soar so prettily, little bird," Din's voice is husky whispering in Luke's ear. "As beautiful as that was, your time for flying is over. Let's bring you home where you belong....and will stay."
Gonna make them some nicer gear that isn't just my old necklace, a boudoir-style set that isn't my kitchen counter, and hopefully take Luke back in time to meet daddy pre-suit.
Also, Vader needs to sub too.
On a related note, if anyone knows of a sleeveless Anakin figure of this quality & scale, please point me in its direction! 🥰
