the twin suns of tatooine offer no warmth comparable to the sensation of luke skywalker’s hands on your waist. gone is the jedi-trained poise you’ve come to expect, replaced by an fumbling borne out of inexperience and eagerness. as he tilts his head to bridge the final distance, the saline scent of post-training exertion precedes the soft, velvety collision of his mouth against yours. the moment only deepens as he gently catches your bottom lip between his teeth—a playful nip that sends a jolt straight to your marrow.
he then pulls back by a fraction, flaxen hair falling in unruly, sun-bleached disarray across his brow as his face splits into a lopsided grin, a display of boyish delight that makes him look, for all the world, otherworldly. you are fairly certain he is an angel sent from the heavens, though you would never dream of uttering such a thing aloud. the syncopated drumming of your pulse is a rhythm luke is surely aware of, thanks to that force-sensitive intuition of his. and yet your boy only smiles at you. his eyes, a piercing cerulean that holds the depth of mid-rim planets, drink you in as if you were the first horizon he’s laid eyes on. as those familiar smile lines deepen at the corners of his gaze, a burgeoning affection takes hold, defying your shared burdens and the galactic weight of his destiny. a connection so uncomplicated that one might call it “pure love,” provided you possessed the vocabulary to define it as such.
Summary: Part 2 of my Stargazer fic! You can find part 1 in my Masterlist pinned at the top of my page. Essentially more Luke X Reader fluff☺️
Hey everyone, I'm back from the dead😂 I haven't written anything in so long. Someone requested this in my comments, so I hope you all enjoy! I wrote part 1 in first person POV, but I switched to 2nd for part 2 because it seems like people prefer that! I'm trying to get back into writing more, so if you have thoughts or requests my inbox is open. Thanks for reading💋
The next few days that went by were uneventful...except that you couldn't get Luke out of your head. Him crashing your stargazing ritual had proven to be the nail in the coffin of your growing crush on him. You found your thoughts drifting to him much more frequently than before, each time noticing something different about him to admire.
Although nothing exciting had happened since then, both of your busy schedules had prevented you from being able to spend any time together. Crossing paths only during mealtimes or when leaving for or returning from a mission. You had gone out to stargaze a few times, secretly hoping that Luke would show up again. But so far, nothing.
You were starting to worry that this crush you had on him was one sided. Maybe he was just being nice that night, not flirting. But that kiss on the cheek? That couldn't have been nothing. It still brought a soft smile to your face every time you recall it. And it hadn't gone unnoticed by you that sometimes when you (discreetly) glanced in his direction, you found him already looking at you. He'd look away quickly every time, but there would always be a soft smirk on his face. Like he knew he'd been caught but didn't really feel embarrassed by it.
As you made your way back to your quarters from a meeting, your thoughts distracted you from your path and suddenly you were colliding with someone walking the opposite direction. As your shoulders bumped together, your hand came up to steady yourself against their chest. When you looked up, you were met with the same blonde hair and blue eyes you'd been thinking about too much.
"Oh Maker, I'm sorry. I was too lost in thought, I should've been watching where I was going," you sputtered. Quickly pulling your hand away from his chest like he had burned you.
"That's okay! Really, don't worry about it. I wasn't looking where I was going either," he said with a kind smile.
"You heading out for another mission?" He asked.
"For once, no actually. I just got out of a meeting and now I have a free day. Practically unheard of, huh?" you joke.
"That's an interesting coincidence actually, I have the rest of the day off too. Looks like we both got lucky," he chuckles.
"That's so nice, I'm glad you're getting some time off. You deserve it," you say while mentally punching yourself for being so corny.
A few seconds of awkward silence pass before you both start heading in separate directions again, throwing a polite "enjoy your day off!" to each other.
You walk about ten feet away before you hear Luke call your name from behind you. You turn to face him again and see that he's stopped in his tracks, looking rather sheepish. You walk back in his direction, noticing that he looks like he's working up the courage to say something.
"You know I wasn't joking about what I said the other night, right? You know...just us? I haven't had any time this week or else I would've said something sooner but if you want to go stargazing tonight- well, if you want me to come- I'll be there," he stops meeting your eyes as soon as the proposition leaves his lips. Glancing towards his feet instead.
You don't miss the way he corrected the end of his request, like he wanted to make sure you wanted him there. It's impossible to hide the smile creeping onto your face. As if you'd ever say no.
"Well, I did offer to help you with some good distractions," you say with a smirk, hoping he remembers as much of your conversation that night as you do.
"That you did. I was hoping you wouldn't just be all talk," he says, a teasing lilt to his voice.
"All talk? Why I never! I'm a woman of my word," you exclaim with an offended expression that quickly dissolves into a smile.
"I guess I'll see you tonight then? Same time?" he smiles.
"Sounds good, Skywalker."
He rolls his eyes in exasperation. "Again, just Luke!"
"Oh Luke, where's the fun in that when it's much more entertaining to tease you?" you ask with a wink. Having absolutely no idea where your sudden boldness came from.
Hoping you don't embarrass yourself further, you start walking back to your quarters. As he turns to walk back to his, he quickly yells over his shoulder, "I'll try not to sneak up on you this time!"
You try to suppress a laugh as you turn a corner, finally able to let out a breath now that you're not so close to him anymore. You feel giddy with excitement thinking about getting to see him again tonight.
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The next few hours pass by painfully slowly. With no plans to occupy you, you are left to just sit and wait for nighttime to come. Even eating dinner with your friends does barely anything to distract you from the butterflies in your stomach.
But eventually, the sun finally starts to set. And you're standing in front of a mirror in your quarters looking over yourself one last time. You wanted to look good for him, but not so good that he realized you had been thinking about it. Subtle...that's what you're telling yourself.
You wring your hands together nervously the whole walk to your X-wing. You've been excited all day and now the nerves are kicking in. Will you say the wrong thing and make it awkward? Does he even actually like you or is he just being friendly? Your thoughts whirl in your head until you realize you've made it to your ship.
You take a deep breath to steady your nerves and start climbing the ladder, getting situated on the wing like usual.
Ten minutes go by with no sign of Luke. You will yourself to stop overthinking it. He's just running late. Maybe something came up and he's on his way now.
After another ten minutes, embarrassment starts to creep in. Maybe this was just a big joke on you and he wasn't actually coming. But just as you're about to sit up and make your way down, you hear a faint jogging approaching you.
You sit up, glancing over the edge of the ship to see Luke coming towards you. The tension loosens in your body, realizing that he was still coming.
"Hey! I am so so sorry. I was supposed to be on time, I really was. A friend of mine asked me to help with some repairs on his ship, and I kept telling him I needed to go but he wouldn't listen. I really am sorry," he says as he makes his way up the ladder and next to you on the wing. You can hear the sincerity in his voice, can tell he feels guilty.
"I was a little worried you weren't coming! But you made it, no worries," you shrugged. He could tell you were hurt by it more than you let on, but chose not to ask about it. Not wanting to pry.
"Of course I was coming. I've been looking forward to it all day. I was actually hoping I would run into you before today but I just kept being needed elsewhere," he sighed. His eyes held that same sincerity his voice did. It was so intense, so real, that it made it hard to meet his eyes sometimes. As if he could somehow see into your soul if you looked for too long. Or you would see his. Both made you nervous. You'd never met someone so...genuine. It was a little jarring sometimes.
"Sounds like they've been keeping you busy then? You destroy a Death Star and suddenly everyone wants to recruit you?" you say as you look at him with a shy smile.
"Something like that. I have...specific abilities. I don't know how to describe it, I don't want to sound crazy. But there are some things that need to be done that I specifically have to do. I feel responsible to do it all, no matter how tired or overworked I feel," he says quietly. You want to ask what all of that means, but you can sense he isn't ready to share more than that.
"I can understand that. That sense of responsibility can get heavy when what you're fighting for is so important. If we don't work hard now, what will our future look like?" You glance up to the sky, taking note of the stars for the first time that night. Being around Luke does that to you. You become blinded to everything else because he is what shines brightest.
You see him turn his head towards you out of the corner of your eye. It doesn't take long for you to turn your head as well. You can't quite name the look in his eye. He looks entirely invested in your words. Like you're the only thing worth giving his attention to.
"What does the perfect future look like to you?" he asks curiously.
"I don't really know. I guess I haven't really thought about it that much. I've been so focused on just making it through one battle after the next. It's hard to think about the future when you're just trying to put one foot in front of the other," your lips form a tight smile that doesn't reach your eyes.
"That's true. We've been fighting so long that it's hard to imagine a world where we aren't," he says.
A few seconds of silence pass before Luke speaks again, wanting to lighten the mood.
"C'mon though, there really isn't anything you're looking forward to once this all dies down?" He bumps your shoulder with his and smiles.
"Well, I am looking forward to seeing my family again. Since I joined the rebellion I've only been able to visit them a handful of times. I almost didn't have the courage to join. I didn't want to leave them. But I figured I'd be doing more for them by being here, you know?"
"You have a big family?" He asks.
"Extended family, yes. Lots of cousins. We're not as close as we were when we were kids though. I mostly miss my siblings, and my parents. We used to do weekly game nights, right up until I left. We'd all take turns cooking dinner, and then we'd spend hours playing games. When my little brother would burn the food we'd all pretend not to notice," you say with a small laugh, suddenly realizing your eyes are getting misty.
"That's really sweet. They way you talk about them- I can tell how much you love them. How many siblings do you have?"
"Just two. My brother is quite a bit younger than me and then I have an older sister. What about you? I don't think you've told me much about your family," you say.
"I actually grew up with my aunt and uncle. No siblings, just us three really. They took me in after my parents died. I think I might've told you that we were moisture farmers? So a lot of my childhood was working alongside my uncle, and helping my aunt. It was a lot of work, but it kept me busy. Until I got restless and decided to join the rebellion," he said with an amused smile.
"Oh, I'm sorry about your parents. It sounds like your aunt and uncle were good to you though?"
"Oh yeah. My uncle was a pretty stern man. No funny business with him, most of the time at least. But he was dependable, and all he wanted to do was take care of his family. He believed in working hard for what you had. He had his soft moments though. My aunt was very nurturing though. I never knew my real mother, but I don't feel like I missed out on having that type of motherly care. She loved me like I was her own. I'm lucky to have had them," he said with a reverent smile. You could see his fondness for them in his expression, his admiration and gratefulness too.
"When I was little, if I did a really good job helping my uncle that day, my aunt would teach me how to make a new kind of treat. We would have dinner, and then she would stay up late teaching me some of the recipes her mother taught her when she was little. She taught me how to make Choclime Twists, which are still my favorite. Although, I'm not very good at making them on my own," he laughed. His eyes were bright with joy in remembrance of the memories of him and his aunt.
There's an aura of calm around you both. What felt like a heavy conversation at first has turned into something deep, something meaningful. Both of you aware that these aren't things you'd talk about with just anyone.
"She sounds amazing. And your uncle. It sounds like they were lucky to have you too," you say as you nudge his shoulder playfully.
He smiles brightly at you for a moment before ducking his head in embarrassment as he nods.
"Maybe in exchange for this stargazing stuff, you can teach me how to make those Choclime Twists sometime," hopefulness bleeding through your voice. Wanting more than anything to have another reason to see him again.
"I would love to teach you," he says quietly as your eyes meet.
A few seconds pass as you realize how close the two of you have gotten. Sitting side by side so close that your legs are pressed together. Neither of you move away.
You start leaning in unconsciously. Eyes closing as he meets you halfway. Your lips meeting with a gentle press. You can feel his lips curving into a soft smile against yours as you feel his hand come up to rest against the side of your face. Both of you tilting your heads to deepen the kiss just slightly.
It only lasts a few seconds before you pull away. Your eyes are still closed, letting out a breath of air before you open them again. When you finally do you're met with Luke, smiling at you sweetly. His hand still resting on your cheek. Eyes shining with wonder.
"You know, I'm starting to think that you're really good at distracting me," he teases. You can't fight the blush forming on your cheeks or the grin making its way onto your face.
"Maybe that was the goal," you smirk before leaning in to peck his lips again.
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He helps you down from your ship and walks you back to your quarters in a comfortable silence. Your hand firmly in his the whole way. Both of you giddy with the realization of your mutual feelings. He keeps sneaking glances at you as you walk, and then quickly turning away with a shy laugh when you meet his eyes. Riding the high of finally knowing how the other felt. Him wondering if you had any idea how long he had had his eye on you.
When you finally reach your door, he stops and turns to face you with a sweet smile. Still holding your hand in his.
"Does this mean I can see you again soon then?"
"You know, I have a busy schedule but I think I might be able to make that happen," you joke while giving his hand a squeeze.
"Good, because you're all I'm going to be able to think about until then. Like I said, distracting," he says, taking a step closer to you, your chests meeting softly.
You wrap your free hand around his neck and lean in to kiss him one last time. His other hand coming up to rest on your waist. It's quick, but affectionate. Sweet as honey.
He rests his forehead against yours for a moment as he pulls away.
"Goodnight Star Girl," he whispers as he gives your hand one last squeeze before pulling away completely and heading back to his room.
Trying to sleep that night feels impossible. Turns out he's pretty good at distracting you too.
a/n: so excited to start writing!! i’ve been storing fic ideas in my head for years, so i can’t wait to share them with you!! this is my first fic i’m releasing to the public, so please be kind!! i’m a perfectionist, so that has contributed to my delay of releasing anything plus my personal life also keeps me from writing sometimes. but i’m going to work on keeping an open mind and make writing a priority. not only for you guys, but for myself. anyways i hope you enjoy!!
summary: you got separated from your friends while the empire was taking over the base on hoth. you eagerly await your friends’ return to the rebel fleet when you overhear commander skywalker, who you just so happen to be in love with, has been seriously injured. aka luke gets shy about his new mechanical hand ❤︎︎
tw: a little angsty. fluff with a capital f. yearning. mentions of violence, cuts, and bruises. worrying. dread. kissing. hands. reader is from alderaan.
It had been hours since the evacuation of Echo Base and the Rebellion finally escaped the clutches of the Empire. The fleet drifted into space where other members of the rebellion were told to meet them. However, a general unease fell over everyone. Especially you.
Han. Leia. Luke. They were nowhere to be found. No one had seen or heard anything from them. You were the only one out of the four of you who had managed to escape with the fleet. You sat near communications waiting on any sign that they were okay. Your legs shook with worry. A lump formed in your throat and your palms had gone clammy. Rumors had quickly spread around that they weren’t coming back. That they had been caught. Hushed whispers filled your ears as members of the rebellion looked at you. They knew you were part of a quartet. They knew about Alderaan.
You figured they were concerned about you, but constant reminders of your loss wasn’t particularly helpful. Especially considering you could possibly be facing another one at this given moment. Flashes of your family and planet cross your mind. You didn’t think you could take another loss. They were your friends. People to lean on. How could you continue on without them? They were incredibly important in the fight against the empire. They were important to you. He was important to you.
You thought you had lost him on Hoth earlier. The same thing happened. No one had seen or heard from Luke after his patrol. Knowing this information, Han went after him. They didn’t return back for the night. The blast doors had to be closed in order to protect the rest of rebellion. You and Leia decided to keep each other company because you were both afraid and couldn’t sleep. After all, C-3PO wouldn’t stop telling you the slim chances of their survival.
Thankfully, they survived. But Luke had been badly injured. He was attacked by a Wampa. You watched as his body twitched in the bacta tank. You couldn’t stand the sight of him hurt. You’d trade places with him in a heartbeat just to make sure he was okay.
You wouldn’t leave his side after he came out of the bacta tank. You were the first one to visit him. The medical droid had just finished cleaning his face when you approached him.
Scars littered his handsome face. It filled you with worry as he looked towards you.
“The bacta seems to be doing well.” You spoke, taking a seat next to him on the little medical bed. His blue eyes following your movements. “It should be healed in a day or two.”
You reach out to touch his face, tracing his scars with your fingertips. You can’t imagine what the pain must have felt like. How scary it was to be attacked by such a large creature.
“Does it hurt?” You ask, examining him. He tilted his head to give you more access.
“No, I’m fine.” He stated, giving you a small smile. His eyes never leaving your face.
You brushed his hair back to examine him more. The dirty blonde locks feeling soft between your fingers. He spoke your name to get your attention. You hummed, still focused on his injuries.
“When I was out in that storm I….um.” He spoke. He looked down nervously. Fear took over you as you thought of him being lost in the blizzard. Not knowing whether or not you’d see him again. Whether or not you’d be able to tell him….
Your fingers went through his hair again. “I was real worried.”
He sat up and looked into your eyes. “You were worried?” He joked.
Both of you shared a laugh before silence came over you. You looked deeply into his eyes.
“But it got me thinking you know…” He looked down and back up at you, “I may never get the chance to…”
You furrowed your brows as he closed his eyes and deeply sighed.
You leaned closer to him, “What is it?”
He shook his head and looked down at his hands, letting out a small scoff.
“Tell me.” Your voice laced with concern. He looked back up at you. His eyes stared into your soul. He looked as though he was searching for something. A sign perhaps. You thought even with scars, he looked so handsome.
His eyes glanced to your lips for a quick second, before leaning in. This was the moment. He was finally going to kiss you. Butterflies filled your stomach as you leaned in as well. Your noses touched. Your lips inches away from each other. You were going to kiss Luke Skywalker. A moment you’ve dreamed of.
BEEP BEEP BOOP BOP!
Your heads turned towards the noise as R2 and 3PO walked into the room.
“Master Luke Sir! It’s so good to see you fully functional again!” 3PO exclaimed, standing next to Luke.
“Thanks, 3PO.” Luke stated and turned his head back towards you. You noticed this, so you turned your head back towards him. You both intended to finish what you started when Han, Chewie, and Leia barged into the room as well.
Now that your private moment had been ruined, you quickly stood up and moved over to the side allowing the others to visit him. And maybe escape before Han could tease you about it.
Luke muttered your name as you got up, looking defeated before Han began to speak. The rest became a blur in your mind. Han and Leia arguing. Leia kissing Luke which drew you way off guard and made you jealous. You quickly saying goodbye to Luke before catching up with Han and Leia to discover that an imperial probe droid had landed on the planet.
The evacuation started and that’s when you last saw your friends. Leia urged you to catch the last transport. You thought she was right behind you, but she wasn’t. Maybe if you hadn’t listen to her, you would be with them. You wouldn’t have to worry about their fate like you are right now.
“Commander _________” You heard, pulling you away from your thoughts. You looked up at the rebel officer. “We’ve gotten into contact with the millennium falcon.”
You shot up out of your seat as relief coursed through you, “What did they say?”
He hesitated for a moment, “They requested urgent medical attention for Commander Skywalker.”
You gasped, “Did they say what happened?”
He shook his head, “No. Just that they should be docking at the medical frigate in a few moments.”
“I need a ship to take me to the medical frigate right away.” You commanded.
“Yes, Commander.” He saluted and walked away.
You paced back and forth. Luke was hurt again. Trouble followed him everywhere since he blew up the Death Star. It wasn’t fair to him. He was a hero. You can’t imagine what possibly could have happened to him now.
The blast doors opened to reveal Leia and some man you’ve never met before carrying Luke by his arms. Chewbacca following closely behind with R2-D2 and C-3PO. Han was nowhere to be found. However, you didn’t have time to think about that right now.
You ran to Luke. His clothes were ripped and dirty. Blood, bruises, and cuts littered his face. He walked with a limp. He was hurting pretty bad. It broke your heart. But you were relieved that he was alive.
“See, R2? I told you she’d be here with the fleet.” 3PO spoke.
Leia and the man saw you running towards Luke and let go of him. His eyes met yours and you gently crashed into him, pulling him into a hug. Your arms wrapping around his neck. He winced as he muttered your name. His arm wrapped around your waist.
“Oh, Luke.” You whispered as you held onto him tight. A few moments you stood like that, not wanting to let go. But then you remembered that he was injured, so you slowly pulled away, careful not to hurt him.
You guided his arm to rest on your shoulder in order to help him walk to the medical cot. Your arm carefully placed around his waist. You led him to the cot and helped him sit down. The medical droid came to your side, ready to tend to his wounds. You leaned down to kiss Luke on his forehead, “We’ll talk after they finish, okay?”
He nodded and laid back.
You walked over to Leia, giving her a hug. Then you gave chewie a hug. He gave you a friendly roar and you smiled. “I’m so glad you guys are okay. I feared the worst.”
Leia caught you up on everything as Chewie and the man walked out of the room. How the hyperdrive on the falcon had been damaged and they had been chased by the empire. That the man you never met before was named Lando Calrissian and how he owned a mining colony on Bespin. That the empire had found them on Cloud City and captured them. How Han had been frozen in carbonite and taken by some bounty hunter named Boba Fett. And lastly, how Darth Vader set a trap for Luke to bring him to the Emperor.
“And we’re supposed to trust this Lando guy now?” You asked as you folded your arms. You hated what he did to your friends, to Luke.
Leia shrugged sadly, “He says he’ll help us find Han.”
You could see the worry in her eyes. You gave her a pat on the shoulder. After all, you know exactly how she feels. What it’s like to be worried about the man you love.
You and Leia stood near Luke’s side while the medical droid worked on his new hand. Luke held a comlink in his other. “Chewie, I’ll be waiting for your signal. Take care you two. May the force be with you.”
Chewie roared into the comlink and the three of you smiled at each other. Leia walked off somberly towards the window where R2 and 3PO stood. You stayed with Luke. You watched as the medical droid poked Luke’s mechanical hand to make sure it worked. How his fingers twitched with each poke. Luke opened and closed his hand multiple times. He picked it up and examined it.
You took his hand in yours and examined it as well. “First, a wampa. Now this.”
You both let out a little chuckle.
“You don’t think it’s a little weird?” he asked you, his eyes focused on your face.
You looked up at him, “What? Your new hand?”
He nodded.
You shook your head, “No. Why would I?”
He looked down, “Well a part of me is missing now.”
You thought it was so cute that he was shy about his new hand. You sat down next to him and brought his hand to your lips. You pressed small gentle kisses to each finger tip. His eyes shot up at you, watching your every movement. You pressed one final kiss to his palm and then leaned into it. Even if the hand was a bit cold and no longer flesh, it still held his softness.
“I love every part of you. No matter what.” You declared.
He stared deep into your eyes as almost if he didn’t want to move. He contemplated what to do next. His thumb started caressing your cheek. He brought his other hand to cup your other cheek. Your face being held in his hands. He brought you towards him and closed the gap between you two. Your lips met in a passionate yet soft kiss. You sighed into it. It was even better than you imagined. Electricity sparked between the two of you.
You both pulled away after a few moments. You smiled at each other. He was safe now, here with you. “I love you too.”
Whenever he has the opportunity, he will cuddle you, wrap his arms around you, hold your hand or simply just put his hand on any part of your body just to feel that you're there. When he became a Jedi it was a little inappropriate to show your relationship in public (starting with the fact that it was not appropriate to be in a relationship at all, but anyway... Rules are made to be broken✨✨), but sometimes he still grabs your hand or... PLACES HIS HAND ON YOUR LOWER BACK!!!
- HE'S STARING AT YOU ALL THE TIME!!!
His eyes don't leave you... He looks at you with his big blue eyes as if you were a work of art. ( You are ofc🌷)
- Before you were even in a relationship, he did everything he could to make you notice him and see him as the perfect partner.
You said you needed someone to finally appreciate you? He's the first to respond, "I DO." You said you wanted a drink? He"s the first to just, "I'll bring you water! Or maybe you prefer juice??"
In fact, after you officially started a relationship, he still does it.
- He's the first one to say, "sorry" after you argued.
He can't stand that you are even a little bit mad at him.
- He remembers every little detail about you.
Your favorite color, your favorite flower, EVERY DETAIL OF THE STORIES YOU TOLD HIM YEAAAARS AGO.
Even though he's a sweet funny guy, he's also VERY PROTECTIVE. OF COURSE HE IS. YOU ARE HIS PRIORITY. He is a sunshine cute boyfriend but it doesn't mean he's a pathetic weak. These are two different things. Remember that.
- He showers you with small kisses all over your face!!!
He does this every time you're alone for even a moment.
- He loooooves when you play with his hair.
- He always makes sure he's the most perfect gentleman in the whooole galaxy!!
He opens the door for you, pulls out a chair for you, takes off your coat, etc.
- He's very funny. You joke and laugh a lot together.
Summary: After a rather intense argument with Luke, you decide to sleep in another room for the night thinking he wants space... (you are wrong😔)
You don't remember ever having an argument with Luke that was this intense. Neither of you are yellers, but sometimes you don't need to yell to get your message across.
Even though you two hardly fight, one particular issue always seems to be the cause of most of your arguments. Being reckless in the field, and putting yourselves in danger. You can admit, sometimes you can be the one making rash decisions in the heat of the moment but this time, Luke had really done it. You were seeing red.
The assignment you had been on together had already been going pretty badly when a plane carrying around 200 passengers made a crash landing about a mile from our rebel base. When we arrived to the wreckage most of the surviving passengers had safely made their way out. We were helping the last few people climb out of the rubble when panic ensued. You registered the sound of many pairs of boots running, and distant yelling. And then from all directions you heard,
"GAS LEAK! EVERYONE BACK UP!"
"GET BACK! IT'S GONNA BLOW!"
You turned towards Luke, your eyes wide with panic. You began to step back away from the ship, grabbing Luke's forearm as you moved. After a few steps you were yanked back by the unbudging Jedi standing behind you.
"Luke, come on! The ship's gonna explode! We need to get back NOW!" You pulled on his arm with a desperation you'd never felt before.
"There's a few more people inside, I need to help them," he said, his eyes shining with the determination of a man who had already made up his mind of what he was going to do.
"Luke, you- what if it explodes while you're in there? Please come with me." Your hold on his arm tightens, hoping that maybe if you grip him hard enough he will decide to follow you. He gazes deeply into your eyes for a moment, sensing your fear through the Force.
"I know you're afraid, but it will be okay. I can help them. Trust me. You get up the hill and away from the wreckage and I'll be there as soon as I help them out," he gives you his best attempt at a reassuring smile.
You stand there frozen for a moment, your legs refusing to move. Your hands are shaking, your breathing shallow. This can't be happening. Don't do this to me.
After a nudge and a quick, "hurry!" from Luke, you find yourself hobbling up the hill in what feels like a daze. Your brain already blocking out the possibility of what might happen next.
You make it to the top of the hill, still trembling with fear. You glance around at everyone else who also made it to the top, checking to make sure no one needs immediate attention. You turn back towards the ship, watching with eyes so unwavering you swear they might give out from how intensely you look for any sign of Luke. Minutes pass in utter silence. Everyone gazing on in terror, shell shock written on their faces.
All of a sudden a high pitched squeal comes from the ship, and in a moment of horror, the front end of the ship burst into flames.
Before you can even feel the rumble of the explosion travel across the ground, a scream tears out of your throat. Raw. Animalistic.
Black smoke rises, but you hardly notice as your vision blurs from the flood of tears filling your eyes. For a few moments you are frozen, but once removed from your mental stupor, your feet begin to move. Quickly.
You're half way down the hill when something plows into you. You hit the ground with a thud, the wind completely knocked out of you. Your head shoots up and your eyes meet with one of your friends from base. Rage fills your entire being.
"What the hell is wrong with you? You can't run into the wreckage! That thing could keep self destructing at any moment!" She looks at you with bewilderment.
"Luke was in there when it exploded, I need to get past," you say as calmly as you can. Angry that no one seems to understand the urgency of the situation.
"I'm sorry, I can't let you do that. We can afford to lose anyone else-"
Before she can finish her sentence, another loud boom is heard. You whip your head around and see the back of the ship has joined the inferno. Please, God no.
You push your friend off of you and quickly stand to your feet. Your hands cover your mouth as your tears flow over them. No words escape your mouth, your voice dies in your throat. Your mind and body begin to enter a catatonic state when movement catches the corner of your eye.
You hear the gasps of many bystanders as you watch a group of four people make their way away from the burning heap of metal. Escaping from the one small corner of the ship that wasn't burning.
Your heart stops as the seconds tick by. One. Two. Three. Four. Agonizing seconds that you spend scanning the four, trying to find the one. He needed to be there.
You gasp in a ragged breath when you see him. He survived. Relief floods your body. But underneath that relief, there is anger. How could he be so reckless? Especially when I told him this would happen? He could have died!
After leading the other three up the hill to safety, Luke quickly runs over to you. He has a relieved smile on his face, but it is quickly replaced by confusion when he senses your anger. His face is painted with bewilderment as he begins to approach you with more caution.
"Are you okay? That was a close one! I'm glad you're not hurt," he says as he puts his hands on your arms. Gaze filled with concern.
"A close one? Are you kidding? I cannot believe you Luke," you say as you step out of his hold.
"Wait- y/n. Are you seriously angry right now?" Anger of his own beginning to glitter in his eyes.
"I'm glad you're okay, but I can't have this conversation with you right now. I need a minute to cool down," you say as you begin to storm back to your shared quarters. Luke following you at a distance.
After you make it back on base, you find excuses to avoid Luke for a few hours. You have some repairs to work on. Your friend wants to eat dinner with you. Your...uniform needs to be pressed. It isn't until nightfall when you finally return back to your quarters.
You find Luke already settled in on his side of the bed, reading a book quietly. You walk into your shared bathroom wordlessly, not wanting to talk about what happened yet. After completing your entire nighttime routine (at a snail's pace), you take a deep breath before finally exiting the bathroom and heading towards your side of the bed.
After climbing under the covers, you sit with your arms crossed and your back against the headboard. You feel petty but you're unsure of how to start the conversation.
After a few moments Luke sets his book on his nightstand and turns his body towards you.
"Can we finally talk about what's wrong?" He asks in a murmur so quiet that you hardly even hear him. For a moment your heart hurts, realizing he's probably nervous. He's rarely seen you this upset before, especially not at him.
"I'm not really sure what to say. I'm probably just overreacting," you say stubbornly. Hoping for some reason that maybe you can just go to bed and forget why you're upset.
"I still want to know how you feel. Overreacting or not," he says gently. His compassionate nature almost makes you want to scream. He always finds a way to make you talk, even when you want to hide from how you're feeling.
"Well, I'm a bit upset at how you handled the situation earlier. It was very scary to watch you willingly walk into danger so carelessly," your anger shining through again much quicker than you meant for it to.
"Carelessly? I'm sorry to have upset you but I don't feel like I was being careless. People were going to die, I needed to help them. I couldn't just do nothing!" His defensiveness kicking in.
"I understand that. But sometimes I wish you would take more consideration about how the people who care about you would feel if something bad happened to you. Do you know how many times I've watched you run into danger and almost get yourself killed? It feels like my heart is going to stop every time! Sometimes you don't think, you just act," you finally turn your head towards him as you finish.
"I do consider that! Every day! Do you have any idea how much time I spend worrying about all of you? All I want to do is take care of everyone, including those people in the ship today. I'm sorry it's not the right kind of consideration for you," he says as his eyes roll.
Now it's your turn to be nervous. Although Luke is very calm and levelheaded, you are one of the few people in the galaxy who gets to see him like this. You get to see the human behind the brave mask he puts on for everyone daily. It seems like everyone believes he is immune to emotion, what with being a Jedi and all. But that couldn't be further from the truth.
His strong connection to the Force means heightened feelings towards...just about everything. He knows more, senses more, than most people. But not wanting to be a burden, he rarely ever lets the mask of emotion slip. In this moment you are filled with a bittersweet feeling. Grateful that he trusts you enough to be vulnerable around you, and...ashamed that you've made him feel this way. You know it is perfectly normal for him to be upset, but having it directed towards you is rare and a whole other kind of heartache.
Suddenly your stubborn exterior begins to fade away.
"That's not what I mean at all Luke," your voice trembles with emotion.
"Yeah well, that's kind of what it feels like to me. I try to do the right thing all the time, and it's exhausting. So many people rely on me. But I'm not perfect, okay? Sometimes I don't do the right thing. But I felt pretty good about what I did today until you decided to get so angry with me for it. I'm a Jedi, I have a responsibility to help people. Sometimes it feels like maybe you don't really understand that," his entire body has gone tense, and his hands are balled into fists. He turns his body straight so he is no longer facing you.
You are rendered completely speechless. Your face is turned towards him as he continues to stare straight ahead, avoiding your eyes. Your anger from earlier now completely gone. You knew that he was misunderstanding what you were trying to say, but your heart ached knowing he felt that way. Knowing that he felt like maybe you didn't think he was doing enough. As if you didn't think he was the most perfect man in the galaxy.
After a few minutes of silence you finally speak, "I really am so sorry Luke, I had no idea you were feeling so...overwhelmed. I didn't mean for my anger earlier to make you feel like this, I was just worried about something happening to you. I'll give you some space."
You quickly move off the bed, grabbing your pillow and a throw blanket as you go. As you pass his side of the bed, you feel his arm grab your wrist. Not harshly, but firmly. His face full of alarm.
"Wait. Where are you going?" You can hear the worry flowing through each word he speaks. Hurt written all over his face.
"I'm going to sleep in main hold," you say dejectedly.
"You don't need to-"
You cut him off before he can even finish, "It's fine. We probably just need a little space. Good night."
After you make it to the main hold, you find the largest seat you can find. Hoping that you'll somehow be able to sleep tonight. You feel silly as your eyes well up with tears for the umpteenth time today. You're the one who decided to come out here, why are you crying about it?
You realize how immature he must think you are. Sleeping in another room after an argument. You didn't do it out of anger though. For some reason, unlike any other argument you two had had, this time it felt like maybe he didn't want to be around you right now. He had all but told you that he felt like you didn't understand him. And even after doing a selfless and heroic act today, you still made him feel guilty. Of course he wanted some space. He's just too kind to ask for it.
A sleepless hour passed for both of you. Neither of you slept, replaying the argument over and over again. Luke tossed and turned. His mind filled with thoughts of worry and longing for you to just come back to bed. He couldn't believe he had made you feel like you needed to leave after a fight. He never wanted you to feel that way.
After another hour of this, he had finally had enough.
He silently threw back the covers and padded his way into the main hold. It only took a few moments to find you in the dark but what he saw broke his heart. Your face was downturned into a frown as you slept, and Luke could see the dried tear tracks going down your face. He was filled with guilt as he realized you could in no way be comfortable in that position.
After a few moments, he reached his arm out to touch your shoulder gently. Not sleeping very soundly to begin with, you woke easily. Your brow furrowed as you took in the sight of him in front of you. His eyes were sad and he grabbed your hands to help you sit up.
"What's going on?" you asked sleepily.
"I just- I can't stand the thought of you sleeping out here by yourself. I understand if you want your space but, I'd love it if you came back to bed," sincerity was written all over his face.
"What about our fight? I just thought that you'd want space. Clearly I upset you," you say warily.
"In what world would I ever want you to come out here and sleep by yourself? I have never been so upset with you that I didn't want you sleeping next to me. I guess I appreciate you trying to be empathetic to my feelings, but this isn't at all what I want. The fact that you felt like I wanted you to come out here actually makes me sad," he says as his eyes get glassy.
You're at a loss for words for a few moments as the realization kicks in. You let your insecurity get the best of you earlier. This is Luke Skywalker. Your Luke. Even in anger, he would never send you away for the night.
"I'm really sorry, I don't know what came over me tonight. I feel awful about what you said. I would never want you to feel like I don't think you make the right decisions, or that what you did today wasn't amazing. I know I'll never be able to truly understand what it's like to be a Jedi but I do try my best to see things from your perspective. I hope you know my anger earlier wasn't out of criticism. I think the world of you. I don't even think it was anger, I was just scared." Your eyes well up as that last sentence comes out. He reaches for your hands then, and holds them softly between his own. Understanding in his soft eyes.
"I know that, Honey. I knew that and I should've been more sensitive to it. I know if the roles were reversed this morning, I would have lost my mind at the idea of you doing what I did. I'm a total hypocrite, I'm sorry. And I didn't mean what I said earlier. I took out my frustration on you, which is unacceptable. Sometimes I just get overwhelmed by the pressure. Everyone expects something different from me, and everyone looks to me for answers. But at the end of the day I'm just one person. It's hard to...cope with it all. And I feel horrible for making you feel bad for it. Especially because you are probably the one person who really does understand me. I didn't mean that part either," he says while he rubs his thumbs over your hands.
"I do understand Luke. I know how many people rely on you. I know you'll never be able to just stop being in dangerous situations like that, it's basically your job. Sometimes it just hits me how...real it all is. Like you just said, at the end of the day you're just one person. I feel like some people think you being a Jedi makes you indestructible, when in reality you're just a person. With a family. Who loves you. You bleed just like everyone else does. I guess I'm just trying to say that I love you. And I worry about you. So please just be careful. I need you back here every night so we can sleep in the same bed together," you giggle.
He grins at this, and pulls you tightly against his chest.
"I love you too. And I promise I'll be more careful. As long as you promise me you'll never try to sleep in another room again, I hated every second of that," he says as he pinches your sides softly.
"Deal."
Still hugging you tightly to his chest, he carries you back to your room and gets you both back under the covers. Once you're both cozy, he pulls away to look at you for a moment before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips. It's gentle, but filled with affection. He keeps his forehead pressed to yours even after you both pull away for air.
"Good night baby," you hear him say distantly as you drift to sleep.
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Thanks for reading! Hope you liked it💋
I've been wanting to write an imagine about this scenario for so long. I actually ended up writing it WAY different than I had planned, maybe I'll do another one in the future with my original ideas🤣
Also mini rant: I absolutely LOVE when writers portray Luke as someone with emotions and shit even after he becomes a Jedi. I feel like too many people think he is immune to making mistakes or feeling "negative" emotions like anger or sadness as he gets older. I think once he becomes a Jedi, he becomes a lot more mature and quiet about dealing with his feelings. But that doesn't mean they aren't there. So I personally get a lot of pleasure writing him as having a range of feelings that he WILL express when he feels safe to do so. I feel like the biggest appeal of his character is his heart and the fact that he DOES feel things so deeply, so it feels like an injustice to see him as emotionless. Anyways🤚🏼 rant over!
Beach Brawls & Cinnamon Rolls ︱Luke Skywalker
Summary: Let’s be honest. You have shit parents. And their frequent arguments prove hazardous to your health if you linger around. Luckily, your neighbor, Miss Amidala, takes you in for the night. In the morning you chat with her son and take a nice little stroll with him on the beach. Unluckily, the scene is soured when your father shows and jumps to conclusions involving you and Luke.
A/N: This is a 1970's AU. Reader has abusive parents. Special thanks to @thatgoesinthere-misshapes for beta reading!!
Read on AO3 (account needed)
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All the warning signs were there; you just ignored them, hoping they would magically disappear on their own. You’d soon learn not to make that mistake again. Your mother came home already in a bad mood, complaining about her employees’ mistakes slowing her department down and how they deserved to rot in the trash for their incompetence.
You might’ve been inclined to sympathize with the poor woman if she didn’t take her anger out on you. She reprimanded you for not finishing your chores on time and refused to listen when you tried to explain that algebra homework had taken up all of your time.
She started making dinner (heating up microwavable meals) when your father arrived. His first words through the door were complaints about how messy the living room was.
When your father entered the kitchen he sighed loudly and began whining that those pitiable things never filled him up and demanded he have two. Your mother gave him yours and told you to eat something else.
That wasn’t too bad since you had bought a variety of different snacks for yourself a few days ago. You were going to have dinner in your room, but your father had insisted on eating together as a family.
You picked at your food, counting down the minutes until the first argument started. It wasn’t long till your father made the first jab at his wife’s choice of clothing.
He sneered, “You really went out in that? I told you to change this morning. Try to look presentable at least. You look like you just got off a late-night shift in a garbage dump.”
She narrowed her eyes and him and pointed her fork in his direction, Her voice was laced with venom as she said, “You bought this blouse for me so don’t go insulting my clothes. Especially when you’re wearing that tie that whore of a secretary got for you last Christmas.”
He accused, “At least that ‘whore of a secretary’ was near my age. Unlike that intern from London. How old was he? Twenty? Twenty-one?”
You tuned out the conversation by this point, pretending you were outside by the beach, diving into the cold water and swimming all the way down to the bottom. It’d be silent and still down there with nothing to disturb the tranquility.
You had finished your food but needed to stay seated in your spot until your parents were done eating too. While they continued their argument in the living room, you stood and grabbed your parents’ plates and walked towards the sink to start washing the dishes.
You washed them and quickly darted off to the peace and quiet of your room. Except it wasn’t the safe haven you wanted. Through the door you could hear your parents' argument turning into a fight.
When the sound of glass shattering happened, you unbolted your window and climbed outside into the cool night air. You landed on the soft ground and shut the window behind you.
You took a second to breathe the salt air and contemplate where to spend the night. It wasn’t hard to decide since your choices were limited. You ran off to the neighbor’s bungalow in the distance, enjoying the sensation of the sand between your toes.
You should have taken a night bag but there was no way you were going back to your room to hear your mom and dad’s screaming match even if it was for a few moments.
Out of breath, you went up to the front porch and knocked on the door, praying she would be awake. The door opened and the kind face of Miss Amidala greeted you.
“Hello Miss Amidala. I’m sorry to barge in on you this late but my parents are—um—having another spat. Can I stay the night again? Please.”
Her expression morphed into one of sadness and understanding. This had not been the first time you had run to her home when tensions were high in yours and it likely wouldn’t be the last.
“Of course, come in.” She gestured you inside and led you to the living room. A show was playing on the TV, some scruffy looking guy surrounded by belly dancers. Your impromptu host patted the seat next to her on the sofa and you obliged.
She muted the TV and said, “Here I just made a cup of tea, nice and piping hot. Take it.” You shook your head politely declining but she wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“You need it more than I do.” She slipped the mug into your hands and you’d be lying if you said its warmth didn’t make you feel a tiny bit better.
Her forehead creased in worry and she laid a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Do you wanna talk about it? Do I need to call anyone?”
You gnawed the inside of your cheek, imagining the police showing up. Your father and mother would say there had been a misunderstanding and there was no reason for them to interfere.
They’d know you would be behind the call. You gulped down the tea and grimaced at the burning liquid searing your throat. It didn’t hurt as much as it would if your parents found out you had called the police on them. Last time you had intervened the bruising didn’t go away for two weeks.
“No. It’s not anything violent. Just really, really loud.”
“Okay. Well, I’m sorry that Leia isn’t here but you’re welcome to stay the night. It’s just your luck that the bed in the guest room is clean. Luke was staying there a week ago when we were redecorating his room. I don’t know how that boy can mess up a room so fast.”
“Is Luke asleep?” You hoped he was. You didn’t want to see him right now and explain why you had sought refuge in his mom’s home.
“No, he’s out with his friends. I told him to be back by midnight though and he’s pretty good at listening to me. So far at least.”
You rolled your eyes. Of course, golden child Luke always followed his mom’s orders. What could anyone else expect from such a perfect prince?
You were a tad surprised by your vitriol towards him but chalked it up to Luke being a momma’s boy and having such a good relationship with his mom. You and Leia often teased him about it.
On the other hand, his sister made it a regular occurrence to butt heads with her mom, arguing about her boyfriend’s respectability (or lack of it to be more precise), college plans, and why her dad wasn’t in their lives anymore.
“Thank you for the tea, Miss Amidala. Would you mind if I head off to bed? I’m tired.”
“Not at all. Let me get you some pajamas to wear. It wouldn’t be comfortable to sleep in those jeans. I think I just washed some of Leia’s things this evening. I”ll go get them.”
Ten minutes later you were tucked into bed, wearing a jersey and the comfiest pajama shorts in existence with a glass of water next to the bedside table and the lights off.
Miss Amidala had told you before she left to get her anytime if you needed. It was kind of her to say but you didn’t want to exhaust her generosity any further.
You curled up into a ball, shut your eyes tight, and tried to think of more pleasant things than what your parent’s augment had evolved into.
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You woke up at 6:30 AM the next morning after having a nightmare where your mother and father were transformed into talking dogs and you were stuck taking care of them forever.
You tossed and turned for thirty minutes before deciding to get up. It was no use trying to go back to sleep and you’d probably have another nightmare. You tiptoed into the hallway and listened to hear if anyone else was awake.
Someone was in the kitchen, opening and shutting cupboards. Peeking around the corner, you saw Luke rummaging around the bottom kitchen drawers.
Scratching his head, he looked up and saw you. His eyes widening behind his glasses and called your name. You debated ignoring him and going back to the room, but you were hungry (it was only for the sake of food and not because you wanted company, capiche?).
“Good morning,” you said in a friendly tone.
You marched over to him with as much confidence as you could muster which wasn’t a lot. You felt vaguely awkward just standing in the kitchen but you supposed it was better than hovering in the hallway.
“What’re you doing here? And why are you wearing my shirt?” He replied in a much less friendly tone. He remained crouching next to the cabinets, hand lingering on a handle.
You looked down at the red and white jersey with the number fifteen on it. Oh, you had thought it was odd that Leia owned this. In hindsight you should’ve guessed it was her brother’s. You bristled at his abrupt question. Seriously, it was seven in the morning. Couldn’t he be a tad more cordial to a guest?
“Don’t get so snappy with me. Your mom let me stay the night. There were some complications at my house. Gas leak. She also let me borrow some clothes. I thought they were Leia’s. I’ll go change.”
He shrugged and continued his search in the shelves. “No, it’s alright. I was kinda surprised to see you. I mean it’d be strange if you woke up in your home and I wandered into your kitchen wearing your clothes.”
An involuntary giggle escaped you at the image of Luke wearing your tank top and shorts.
He shot you an easy smile before gasping, “Ah ha! Found ya!”
He slammed a box of cocoa krispies chocolate cereal on the counter. “Want some? It’s real healthy.” You snorted at that comment. “I promise, see it is fortified with 10 essential vitamins and minerals! So that makes it healthy.”
You crossed your arms and leaned forward on the counter. “Oh, yeah? Which vitamins and minerals?”
“I dunno. Probably some fake ones cooked up in a lab. Tastes delicious though and that’s what matters.” He winked at you and got two bowls and a jug of milk.
“I’m not in the mood for cereal. Got anything else?” Luke opened the refrigerator and began prattling off types of food, both breakfast and not breakfast related. You scrunched your nose at the last items he recited.
“A leftover can of baked beans and salmon casserole doesn’t sound too appetizing, but thanks I guess.”
“Hey!” Luke snapped his fingers together and reached into the freezer, shuffling bags of frozen vegetables before holding up a blue and yellow canister.
“We have instant cinnamon rolls! I forgot we had these. They take forty-five minutes to bake so they’re not very instant but better than salmon casserole, right?”
You agreed with him and helped separate the dough onto the baking sheet. With the rolls in the oven and the timer set, awkward silence crept over you and Luke.
Every time you both talked, Leia was present too. You glanced at Luke who was avoiding your gaze by reading the back of the cereal box. “I’m gonna go outside. Lemme know when the cinnamon rolls are ready.”
Luke jumped up from his seat. “I’ll go with ya too. My mom’ll be up soon and she’ll hear the timer go off.” He opened the back door for you and bowed. You laughed at his antics and walked with him down to the shore.
The ocean was a bluish gray, matching the early morning sky overhead. In the distance were a few surfers doing the dawn patrol, but the beach was completely empty. You and Luke strolled along in silence, taking in the beauty of the lapping waves and rising sun over the neighborhood.
You went down to the water’s edge and dipped your toes in; it helped clear your head. Memories of yesterday’s troubles threatened to ruin the peaceful atmosphere but you pushed them away and focused on the waves tugging you deeper into its depths.
You wadded a little farther in as a sense of calm replaced your anxieties. Problems of some sort would always plague your life but they felt less impossible as long as you had the ocean to console you in the aftermath.
The serene moment was broken when Luke splashed you. He laughed at your startled expression and you wasted no time splashing him in retaliation. He raised his arms to cover himself but it was too late. “You’re gonna regret that!”
“You started it!”
Soon you and Luke were thoroughly soaked with splashing each other. When Luke had swallowed a mouthful of seawater you thought you had won, however, he tackled you to the ground.
You wrestled with him without much success; Luke was stronger than he seemed. You had always assumed he was skinny but as the wet shirt clung to his chest you could now see his lean muscles.
In the pretense of shoving him off, you grabbed his arms and squeezed. Luke wasn’t fooled. Panting slightly, he stopped his roughhousing.
His glasses had been knocked askew and water droplets muddled his eyes somewhat. Water dripped off the ends of his blond hair and landed on your face. You brushed away a strand sticking to his forehead.
An angry voice shouted your name. Luke scrambled off as you craned your neck to see your father marching towards you. He yelled, “What the hell have you been, you brat! You weren’t in bed this morning and I'll warrant you didn’t sleep in it neither!”
Squaring your shoulders, you stood up to meet him and crossed your arms. I stayed at Miss Amidala’s place. I didn’t care to listen to you and mom last night.”
His eyes darted between you and Luke. “And slept with him too I bet!” Without warning, he snatched your wrist and wrench you away from Luke, pulling you back to your house.
“What have I told you! Go shagging boys at your age and they’ll be hell to pay!” You dug your heels into the wet sand and hit his hand to let go. “Don’t hit me, you bitch! That’s no way to treat the man that’s provided for you all these miserable years!”
He struck your temple, causing you to sink onto your knees, still struggling to escape his iron grip. Then to your utter shock, Luke punched your old man in the face. He stumbled back before launching towards the younger man. Luke dodged with ease and hit him in the side.
Cursing up a storm, your father reached for Luke’s shoulder. Unfortunately, the youth wasn’t fast enough to evade him a second time. He had Luke in a chokehold when you snapped out of your ‘deer in the headlights’ act.
You rushed forward and tried to break the two men up but it was to no avail. A fourth voice shouted Luke’s name. Padmé Amidala was running towards the group. “What on earth is going on!? Luke, honey!”
Your pounding heart plummeted to your stomach as you saw her approach. Luke getting involved was bad enough but for the woman who had been provided shelter and comfort was worse. You never would’ve run to her if you knew it would end like this.
Images of Miss Amidala and Luke lying bloody and bruised on the shore triggered a new bout of panic to rush through your body. You waved her away, warning her to not come any closer.
You shouted, your voice becoming increasingly frantic, “My dad! He didn’t know that I stayed over last night and–”
Your father released Luke and took a step closer to her. “I don’t appreciate my daughter cozying up to your dumb son under your roof. We were losing our minds about her last night and now I find–”
“I don’t appreciate being woken up in the middle of the night by you and your wife screaming. I had half a mind to call the police for disturbing the peace and next time I will.”
She stood toe to toe with the man, refusing to be intimidated by his glowering. “And I’m tempted to call them right now for you attacking my son unless you leave my property immediately and let your daughter be.”
For a beat you thought he was going to disregard her warning and haul you back to his house. Your father wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but even he could see the problems that would arise if he bashed heads with one of the most influential people in the city.
He bared his teeth and ordered, “You get your ass home by nine.”
You didn’t bother lying to him and saying yes as he stomped away. Miss Amidala was giving her son a once over, checking his face and asking if he was hurt.
Cheeks reddening, Luke shrugged her off, seeming self-conscious at her concern. He asked you, “Are you alright? How bad did he cuff you up?”
“I’m good. Nothing that I can’t handle.” Your temple throbbed, your wrist was bruised, and you were close to crying. “Thanks, Miss Amidala. Thanks, Luke.”
You wanted to leave; it’d be torture to remain in their company after what happened. However, Miss Amidala made it clear that you would stay for a while longer.
She said, “Let him cool off. It’ll take more than an hour too. Let’s go back inside. Those cinnamon rolls are done.” She ushered you and Luke back to the house, glancing over her shoulder as if afraid your father would change his mind and reappear.
Back in the kitchen you and Luke sat at the counter and ate the cinnamon rolls. You had changed your clothes and his mom had taken care of the scrapes sustained from the fight before returning to her room, leaving you two alone.
Luke stabbed his roll and sighed while you fiddled with your napkin. You should’ve gone back with your father and dealt with your parents. The consequences for leaving home without their permission and for refusing to return would be ugly.
If Miss Amidala hadn’t called the authorities when they yelled at each other, she would definitely alert them when she heard the uproar your parents would cause when you went back home.
Your father and mother also didn’t believe you were too old enough to be spanked either. You had learned how to deal with their treatment over the years and how to conceal it from your friends. What scared you the most right now was how your father’s shitty behavior was revealed and to whom.
Padmé Amidala had been aware of your struggles but not to their full extent. And worse was her son getting caught in the crossfire. You were so embarrassed Luke had been dragged into your family drama.
It would’ve been better to drown at sea rather than having him witness what you faced every day. Somehow it made everything more real. If no one knew what happened under your roof then it made it easier to pretend the situation was fine.
What was he thinking right now? He must’ve thought you were weak for crumbling so easily under your father. He wouldn’t be wrong. Your cool mask of an aloof teenager had been ripped off and Luke had seen what you truly were: a scared kid.
Tears pricked your eyes as you remembered how helpless you were when your father attacked him. Unable to stand the silence any longer, you blurted, “I’m so sorry, Luke!” You dropped your fork and pushed your chair backwards to leave. Luke laid a hand on top of yours.
“You don’t have to be sorry for anything. He’s the one that did it, not you. I’m sorry you have to put up with his crap. That happen often?”
He scooted his chair closer and squeezed your hand. You sensed him looking at you, searching for the answer in your eyes.
You stayed in your place, neither edging away or leaning closer to him, and replied, “Um. I’m used to it, yeah.” You avoided his intense gaze by staring at his hand on your own. The touch was soft and comforting, unlike anything you had come to expect in your family.
You recalled the feeling of cold water numbing past welts to soothe their constant ache; it helped heal the physical hurt but didn’t do much for the intangible pain etched in your heart and mind. Luke’s warmth and concern for your well-being eased that pain a little.
He noticed where your eyes were directed and pulled his hand back. “Listen, you can come over more if you want. My mom wouldn’t mind. I wouldn’t either.”
He sounded sincere. Finally, you met his pale blue gaze which was filled with so much empathy that you wanted to set yourself on fire to break the moment being shared. Was he always this good looking?
You had never batted an eye in his way and never considered him someone to be interested in. At least until this morning in the ocean with him on top of you, wet and out of breath. Were similar thoughts racing through his mind about you?
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed hard. “Hey, you can keep the jersey. Looked good on you.”
You grinned and stole a piece of cinnamon from his plate. Luke’s words were confirmation enough that he was seeing you in a new light too.
Summary: Your crush on Luke Skywalker gets even worse when he accidentally stumbles across you stargazing. ;)
I picked up this little ritual not long after joining the Rebellion. I longed for some way to wind down and relax, but being on base always made me feel like I needed to keep myself busy. The first time I did it was purely coincidental. I lost track of time while working on some repairs on my X-Wing. Suddenly all the lights in the hangar shut off for the night. It didn’t even occur to me that they kept the lights on a timer.
“Kriff! Of course. Of course this happens to me when I need these repairs done by tomorrow,” I groan.
Flopping over onto my back and looking at the sky, I realized how perfect this place is for stargazing. There is no roof over the tarmac in this sector. Most people don’t like to work this late, so I was all alone in the hangar. No commands being yelled, no running engines, no light pollution. I stayed out there for hours.
That first time was just the beginning of many nights of stargazing. I found it to be my favorite way to ground myself. Although I did lose quite a few hours of sleep waiting for everyone to leave the hangar. The peace and quiet was just too irresistible. A clear mind is what I craved, and I finally found it, doing this.
A giant weight has been taken off of our shoulders now that the Death Star has been destroyed, but the work is far from over. A huge amount of the rebel alliance has now been assigned to conduct raids on various Imperial targets now that the Empire has been weakened. We want to attack while we have an advantage.
My fleet has been on top of these raids for a couple weeks now, and I’m starting to feel burnout kicking in. Day and night we are flying in and out of base. It feels like no one can take even a moment to themselves since the Death Star was destroyed, much to all our surprise. You’d think things would have calmed down a bit.
But tonight’s raid has been the final straw for me. It seems like every thing that could have gone wrong, did. And if I don’t get away for a few hours I am going to lose it.
I head to my quarters to hide out for a bit while I wait for everyone else to head to bed. Everyone is so exhausted that it doesn’t take as long as usual, which pleases me greatly. The longer I wait, the more stir crazy I become.
Once I feel satisfied that most of the fleet has headed to bed, I finally set out for my plane. The walk only takes a few minutes and once the hangar comes into view I can already feel the stress leaving my body. I’ve timed it perfectly. The lights will stay on just long enough for me to climb onto the wing of my plane.
I stumble over my own feet in my eagerness to get up the ladder. As soon as my back hits the cold metal of the ship, I feel the last bits of stress I’ve been holding onto evaporate. I made myself a deal a long time ago that when I was out here, I wouldn’t let myself worry about anything. Out here I have to let it all go.
I’ve been staring at the sky for almost an hour now, admiring all the intricate constellations and planets. My eyelids begin to feel heavy, all the stars beginning to blur into one big blob of light when all of a sudden the silence is interrupted by wrench hit the ground.
I shoot straight up, gasping as I look for the source of the sound. As my eyes adjust to looking around in the dark, I’m finally able to focus on the only other person out here. I recognize the blonde hair immediately.
I have spoken to Luke a few times by this point. I met him almost as soon as he joined the Rebels. I’d like to consider us friends now. I’d love to consider us more than friends one day, but so would every other girl here, much to my dismay. The moment I met him I felt a pull to him. But maybe it’s just those puppy dog eyes getting to my head too much. For now, it’s just a one sided crush. Disappointing.
As soon as my eyes meet his, I see his face begin to turn pink. Embarrassment taking over his features.
“Skywalker…what are you doing out here?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” he says sheepishly, trying to recover from his momentary fumble. “And it’s just Luke.”
“Well Luke seeing as I asked first, and YOU are the one spying on ME I suggest you answer my question,” I say teasingly.
“I’m not spying on you! I left some tools here earlier and came to grab them. You just so happened to be up there! I saw you and thought I’d come make sure you were okay,” his face turns a deeper shade of red as he speaks. His words come out quickly, begging me to believe him.
“I’m only teasing you. And I’m fine, thank you. Just enjoying the quiet, and the stars.”
“Do you come out here by yourself a lot?” He questions curiously, a look of confusion on his face.
“I haven’t had much time lately with how many raids we’ve been doing, but I try to find time to come out here when I can,” I sigh as I turn back to the stars.
“Well I don’t think you should be out here all by yourself. Don’t you think that’s a little bit dangerous?”
I’m about to make a joke to him about what possible danger there could be but when I look at his face I am shocked to see genuine concern there. He’s not just joking around with me. He actually wants to make sure I’m being safe. The care in his eyes makes my chest heat up. Deep down I hope that maybe there’s a reason he cares so much for my safety, more than him just being a nice guy.
“I’m more than capable of taking care of myself, farmboy. But thank you for the concern,” I smile, trying to hide the faint blush forming on my cheeks.
“Would you mind if I joined you?” I hear him ask shyly.
I am so shocked by the question that I am glad I turned my head a few moments ago so he can’t see my face. Much to my despair, the butterflies in my stomach get worse. Luke Skywalker wants to stargaze….with me? Alone?
Desperate not to make a fool out of myself, I mumble a quick yes and start to scoot over to make room for him next to me.
As he makes his way up the ladder I can’t help but notice how good he looks tonight. He’s not dawning his usual orange flight suit that I’ve typically seen him in. He’s got his regular civilian clothes on. And to think I thought he couldn’t he could get any cuter.
It’s a refreshing change, and a welcomed distraction from the war currently still raging around us. Seeing him like this helps me forget for a moment that we’re still fighting.
When he finally makes it to the top, he shuffles in next to me. Careful to leave a small space in between us.
“Is this okay?” He asks.
“Yeah of course.” I smile.
“So what is it that you like about being out here so much?” He asks.
I turn to look at him and the genuine curiosity in his eyes warms my cheeks. He’s not just asking to be polite, he actually wants to know the answer.
“To be honest, I really like the quiet,” I say, which causes us both to laugh.
“I have a hard time letting myself relax, especially when I know that what we’re doing is so important. It’s hard for me not to stretch myself too thin. This is sort of the one thing I do for myself, to unwind I guess.” I feel almost embarrassed telling him this, feeling like I’m over sharing. But he doesn’t miss a beat in his response, which comforts me a little.
“I totally understand. Back on Tatooine, I used to have an old T-16 Skyhopper that I would fly around all the time. Shooting womp rats, racing, and whatnot. Almost gave my aunt a heart attack a few times. But I loved the distraction. My life was much simpler then though, I sort of wish I had that kind of distraction now instead,” he chuckles sadly.
It seems like every time I speak to this boy, he surprises me. In the Alliance he has become a bit of a celebrity, being the one who destroyed the Death Star and all. There’s always talk going around about how arrogant and prideful some of the pilots are. When I first met Luke, I thought he’d likely be like them. To be fair, no one would blame him for being boastful. But he’s not in the slightest. He’s always been so humble. Hearing about his younger years makes me even more fond of him. His openness is very endearing to me. I long to hear more but don’t want to seem too pushy.
“Your poor aunt,” I say jokingly, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. He chuckles in response.
“I guess you’re in need of a new distraction then,” I say without thinking.
What is wrong with me? I totally sound like I’m flirting with him now. Why did I have to make it awkward? He’s about to get off my ship right now and never talk to me again-
My spiraling thoughts are interrupted by his quiet response, “I guess you’re right…any suggestions?” He has a smirk on his face.
I feel my stomach do a flip at the idea that Luke Skywalker might actually be flirting with me. Keep it cool.
“I guess if you don’t scare me so bad next time, I might allow you to come stargazing with me again,” I say teasingly.
“Only if you want to,” I quickly add.
“I think I can manage that,” he says with a smile.
I pray to whatever god there may be that he cannot feel the heat radiating off my face in this very moment. I am no doubt about to stutter my way through some silly response when the timer on my watch goes off. Saving me from possible embarrassing word vomit.
“Well, it looks like we should probably head to bed. As embarrassed as I am to admit this, that was my “go to bed” timer. I had to start setting one after falling asleep up here one too many times,” I say, hoping he’ll find it endearing instead of weird.
“Oh of course, I wouldn’t want to keep you up past your bed time,” he teases with a laugh.
He starts to climb down the ladder first, me following behind.
“I can help you down,” he says as he reaches the ground.
I watch him raise both his arms up and realize he means to lower me down himself. My stomach does another flip, as I look down at him in astonishment. This can’t possibly be happening.
“You promise you won’t drop me right?” I ask nervously.
“I wouldn’t dream of it Star Girl,” he says confidently.
The nickname sends a rush of excitement through me. This boy is full of more surprises than I could’ve expected.
I lean towards him over the edge of the wing and once my hands meet his shoulders, I feel his hands grab my waist. I once again pray he can’t feel the heat coming off of my face. He helps lower me down the rest of the way and when I’ve reached the ground, his hands linger on my waist for a moment too long. Like he’s forgotten what he was doing. His eyes get this dazed look in them for a split second. If I hadn’t been looking into them I would’ve missed it. Almost like…adoration? But maybe that’s just what I’m hoping to see.
“Thanks,” I say awkwardly, hoping to break the unexpected tension.
“No problem, I’ll walk you to your quarters,” he says with another one of his sweet smiles, snapping out of his daze.
As we head back, I can feel the gentle pressure of his hand on my lower back guiding me. It makes me feel giddy. I try not to let it show on my face.
“By the way, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone about this little ritual I do. It would kind of ruin it for me if everyone decided to come do the same thing. No more quiet for me,” I put on a fake pout.
“Oh don’t worry, I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” he says.
We reach my door and I turn around to face him questioningly.
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
“Because maybe I’m hoping it’ll just be me and you,” he says sincerely, just a hint of flirtation to his tone.
I am rendered completely speechless by his sudden confession and before I can even respond, I watch him lean in to give me a soft kiss on the cheek. I can still feel it on my face as he pulls away.
“Goodnight Star Girl,” I hear him say as he starts to head to his quarters.
I’m barely able to mutter a quiet goodnight before I slam myself into my room. My heart is beating impossibly fast at everything that just happened. My crush on him growing tenfold in just a few hours.
As I lay in bed that night, I’m already anxious for my next star gazing excursion. Luke’s sweet smile and adorable laugh playing in my head on repeat. As my eyelids finally close and sleep takes me, I promise myself that next time it will be me that kisses him.
