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Finding Out You're Pregnant Scenarios!

Anakin Skywalker: You both knew something was wrong when you would wake up at the crack of dawn, vomiting out the contents of last night's dinner, and when you would have mood swings like crazy. At first, you thought it was just a really gnarly stomach bug, but after your period had not come at all, you decided to get a pregnancy test.

You had already known the answer, as it was the most logical reasoning after you missed your period, but just to be sure, you took the test, waited and once the results came back positive, you were elated, in shock, and a little nervous. You didn't know how to tell him, and how you guys could manage take care of a baby what with him being a Jedi and constantly risking his life to protect the galaxy.

Nevertheless, the challenge was one you would accept for the sake of being able to bring in another life, one that you would no doubt love with all your being, and Anakin would as well.

"My love, have you thrown up any today? Fever? Have you eaten?" Anakin bombarded you with questions, concerned and on edge as he always was when you were under the weather. You shook your head, you hadn't thrown up yet and hadn't run a fever, but you had managed to eat earlier. "I ate earlier, Ani." You say softly, as he hugged you to his warm chest, his hands caressing your skin with ghost-like gentleness. "Ani, I.. I have something to tell you." You whisper against his chest, almost inaudible. "What is it, angel?"

His eyebrows furrow, and you can see his eyes harden a bit, protectively. He always assumed the worst.. "I'm.." You pause, taking a deep, long breath. Anakin's expressions grows more tense. "I'm pregnant. That's what the sickness was." You gaze into his deep blue eyes, trying to gauge his reaction as he became motionless after you spoke, no doubt processing or in shock. You searched for fear, hesitation, apprehension, anything, and as he blinked away the last remnants of his dumbfoundedness, he beams, the corners of his lips turning up into a wide grin. He was overjoyed.

Immediately, he kissed you deeply and passionately. When you both broke away, a bit breathless, he leaned to whisper in your ear. "That's awesome, sweetness. I'll be sure to give you and this child everything I have." He promised, kissing your ear and then your lips again. Safe to say, he did everything for you, not wanting you to overexert yourself, or the baby, whatsoever.

Luke Skywalker: Poor Luke, like his father, had thought you had caught something and couldn't stop himself from feeling worried as what started with complaints of not feeling well turned into morning vomiting, and times where he would run to the bathroom, after hearing your moans and groans of pain, to find you sitting by the toilet, curled into a ball.

He felt awful that there was nothing he could do, nothing that could soothe you from feeling horrible. Pretty quickly, you suspected it was pregnancy, and to confirm your suspicions, took a test. You stood in the bathroom, clutching your stomach as you waited for the results. As they came back positive, you were glad it was pregnancy and not something you had caught. Pregnancy with something both you and Luke wanted, talked about and tried a lot for, so of course he was simply overjoyed when you had told him the news. "Luke." You said, cuddled up to him in your guys' cozy, warm bed as he played with your hair and you absentmindedly stroked his skin, a gesture that soothed both of you. "Mm?" He said sleepily, clearly on the verge of dozing off.

"Get up for a second, baby," You tell him and reluctantly, he moves. You move to your side, grab something he couldn't see from the dresser and hold it behind your back. "I have a surprise for you." Luke's eyebrows furrow, confused and curious. When you pull out what you had been hiding, he stares at it blankly and then cries, pulling you into the longest and tightest hug you've ever experienced. It was a baby onesie that Aunt Beru had helped and taught you to knit. "Oh, Y\N! Y\N!" He sniffles, nuzzling into your chest as he hugs you tightly to himself. You chuckle, and hug him back, stroking his sandy locks as you smile to yourself, tears forming in your own eyes. "I know, I know..." You say softly, sniffling as well.

He pulls himself up, and you both gaze into each others eyes. You can practically feel the undeniable joy that is rushing through his veins, and he can feel yours. You both hug each other tightly again and kiss. You had both daydreamed of this day for God knows how long, and for it to actually happen feels like one of the most exuberant, emotional, surreal and awe-inspiring moments of your entire life.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Immediately, the two of you knew exactly what it was. Obi-Wan had known and seen the early signs of pregnancy many times before in the homes of galactic families he had visited and protected countless times for the Jedi Order, and you had familiarized yourself with it from reading books and talking to ladies with children.

Obi-Wan hadn't any words to describe how purely incredible the moment was, and what exactly on gone through his head as it was something that stunned him for a few moments, something that you both knew you wanted but couldn't expect happening. Of course the first thing he does is kiss you until the both of your lungs scream for air, and he whispers how much he's longed for this child, and thought of having a happy, sweet family with you, the love of his life.

"I will devote myself to giving you and our child what they deserve and everything your hearts desire. You absolutely deserve the galaxy, Y\N." He says the following night, a sincere promise deep in his eyes as he caresses your cheek and holds you close. "Obi, what more can I possibly want but just you and this child? I'm sure this child will be the light of our lives, and as long as we can remain happy together, than the galaxy means nothing." You say in return, kissing him deeply, pouring your emotions like liquid into that kiss, for him to feel as well as hear. Never wishing for anything more than happiness and love for the both of you, this child and the ones to come after if you both decide it.

Painting Your Nails with Them Scenarios!

Anakin Skywalker:

It was an unusual request, he would give you that. There wasn't many times where you had requested Ani to do something you usually engaged in by yourself, but you figured what harm could come from asking him to paint your nails for you?

"Is that what you want me to do?" He asked, the cocky grin on his face. "Yes! It'll be cute, Ani, pleaseeeee." He sighed, feigning irritation. "Ughhhhhhh, fine." He said, teasingly rolling his eyes. You threw a pillow at him, aimed directly for his face. It hit him and he let out a mockingly pained grunt, falling to the floor overdramatically. "Oh, please. It won't even take long! Plus, you can pick out any color from my collection." Anakin perked up at that, getting up and moving over to the colors you had purchased and liked over the years.

Once Ani had picked one that he liked, he went over to you, grabbing all of the supplies you had gathered for your nails. He sat in front of you, taking your hand into his. His skin was warm and soft. His thumb brushed over your knuckles as he lightly stroked the brush onto your nail, over and over, recoating as many times as he needed or felt was needed. When he was finished, he brought the hand he was working on to rest on any nearby surfaces, letting it dry. "There ya go. Not bad, huh?" Anakin said, leaning back and crossing his arms. He was pretty sure he had done amazingly.

You looked at your now dried nails and took a moment to take them in. It was not bad. Better than you thought. "Color goes well with your skin." He said, smiling at you. You smiled back. "I love them." Before leaning in to a sweet, passionate kiss.

Obi-Wan Kenobi:

Once Obi had returned from one of his journeys, reported back to the Council with his findings, he returned to you. He pulled you into a hug, and kissed you deeply, you both prepared dinner together and ate together before you ran him a bath as you always did.

"Hey, Obi?" You had asked, sitting beside the tub, absentmindedly drawing playing with his dirty, golden blonde hair. He had his eyes closed as he allowed the warm water to soak into his skin and wash away the dirt from his mission. "Hm?" He hummed in acknowledgement to your question. "Would you let me paint your nails, or something?" You proposed to him, and he opened his eyes, his vividly blue eyes trained on you with curiosity. "Yes, I would. But why? I'm not sure the council would allow it, per se."

You had expected this; it was an iffy subject. "I thought it would be fun, something you might like. What if I did it when you were away from the council, on one of your missions?" Obi-Wan's eyes unfocused, as he was in thought. "Yes, that might work."

And so, you began your work when he had gotten dressed and freshened up in the bathroom. He picked a simple neutral color, as this was the first time you'd painted his nails, so he picked the safe option. You worked diligently for roughly around 30 minutes, and when you finished you stretched and encouraged him to take a look. Obi-Wan was stunned when he had seen how there were virtually no mistakes, and the color needed only 2 coats to really pop.

"It's lovely." He beamed, pulling you into a tight hug. You hugged him back, glad he liked it.

Luke Skywalker:

Luke had seen how his aunt and uncle were so affectionate with each other, as if their love had just begun and maybe it had, but when he saw his uncle painting his aunt's fingernails with some color she had adored, he knew he had to do it with you.

"Y\N! Y\N!" He called, running with the idea fresh in his brain to you, who was currently fixing one of the haul's of droids. "What is it, Luke?" You asked, not taking your eyes off of what you were doing. "I saw my uncle painting my aunt's nails, and I thought of you. Is that something you like?" You were interested by what he said, so you stopped what you were doing and turned to him "Of course it is!"

A goofy grin plastered itself on Luke's face and he immediately scrambled back to ask his aunt for any nail polish colors she had, when she asked why he said it was something he wanted to recreate with you. She smiled fondly at him and handed her all of the colors she had. Luke thanked her and skipped off to present them to you. "Oh, wow, these are beautiful-" You begin before Luke cuts you off. "I was thinking we could do all of them on each finger!"

You nod, surprised but liking the idea and Luke immediately got to work. He was diligent as he put the brush to your nail and when he was done you were speechless at the job he had done. He smiled that goofy ass smile that he always had around you, and you suddenly gripped his hands and the brush, working to return the favor with a smile.

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Painting with Them Scenarios!

Kylo Ren: Has he ever even touched a paintbrush before? No. And he's never seen a canvas before, but you seemed so adamant, so determined to do such a thing and show him a relaxing pastime.

When Kylo was not so caught up with his Supreme Leader duties, or worrying about the future of the First Order, he was with you, watching as you methodically dipped the tip of the brush into the warm water, wiped the droplets off on the towel, ran the bristles over the desired paint and starting brushing away. In moments like these, he would never speak, because he could swear your relaxation fueled his own.

Pretty soon, he was following you, side by side with you as you submerged yourself in the soft brush of the paints and how all of it came together to form a beautiful picture. He would never admit it, but when you had your hair back, in the messiest bun, your eyes gleaming with sparkles of happiness and firm with concentration, eyebrows tinged with how engrossed you were in the sway of your brush, he would whisper to himself that you were beautiful, usually followed by a love confession in his head.

It brought a smile to his face every time, made him feel like the world stopped and the universe was at both of your feet, even if for a second or two.

Anakin Skywalker: It was his idea, and you agreed because it brought that crooked grin that you secretly loved to his face (and he finally put a sock in it). So, he was instantly using the force to bring the canvas, the stored away brushed and paint away as you readied the container for the water and a towel.

He sat down and brought you to his lap, as he smiled at you. "We'll do a little project, yeah? Just you and me, cupcake." He kissed your cheek and wet his brush, wiped it off and dipped it into the paint. He stared intensely at it as he started and you followed soon after, even with no words, you both worked in sync. No words needed to be spoken in a moment like this.

At the Temple Anakin was a Jedi, but at your palace, behind the four walls that surrounded the two of you, he was yours and you were his. You both painted for hours, taking occasional water, bathroom or cramped hand breaks. The project was coming together; a painting of both of you, by the balcony, gazing out at Coruscant with firmly held hands.

Anakin gazed at you, that cocky grin plastered on his face as you both finally left the painting out to dry. He wrapped his arms around you, lifting you like a feather as he brought you to your feet on the floor, and leaned down to brush over your cheeks, that glint in his eyes hinted at adoration, love and affection, but also a primal need to protect you from any and everything. The look that made a shiver run up and down your spine as he brought you in for a slow, passionate kiss.

The Anakin Skywalker glare.

Luke Skywalker: Much like Kylo, Luke has never touched a paintbrush or heard of paint. Poor baby would look at you confused, tilting his head as he tried to make out your words in Tatooine moisture farmer language.

But he was eager to learn! The first time you and him painted together, he was clumsy and dropped the brush a few times, splattering paint on the floor that he (messily) cleaned up. But he got the hang of it and quite frequently tugged you along to paint with him. It felt intimate to do something like this. To pour your heart out on this canvas and turn it into a sentimental image that you both would work hours to perfect.

His oceanic eyes would skim over your paintings everytime, and he plastered them up around his room, as if they were posters of his favorite music band or interest. They were yours, and they were sacred. In return, you had a few (thousand) of his in yours as well, even if you both shared a bedroom, you had his very first painting that you held dear the most, but all the others. That smile on your face, the paint that somehow would get smeared on your face, and coat your fingers, made him melt. He loved you. And every single time you looked so naturally or did something that others would deem silly or odd, he could hear a voice in his mind saying you were precious.

And what he would give to see the sight of you smiling, the radiance in your face, that gleam in your eye when you looked so messy, so unorganized but somehow heavenly.

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A little something for my soon vacation (I'll be gone for like 3 months, but no worries, I will be posting or trying to post a short blurb in a sec <3)

Seeing You Play an Instrument Scenarios!

Anakin Skywalker: Anakin had just gotten home from a long, problematic day at the Temple. All he found himself thinking of while being lectured by Obi-Wan for the upteenth time was you. The way you smelled, your smile and that little chortle of a laugh you have... he could go on for hours. He was infatuated with the sight of you. "Anakin, are you listening?" Obi-Wan asks with a raised eyebrow. That snapped Anakin out of his daydream of losing himself in your skin. "Yes, Master." Obi-Wan looks at him for a good couple of tense seconds before sighing. "Go home, Anakin. Clear your head and come back."

Anakin dashed out of the Temple, jumping into his cruiser before speeding home. He jumped into your palace of a house, outstretching his arms in a confident gesture, a smirk on his face. But... he doesn't see you. But the soft hum of music melts his mind; he can't help but follow it. It leads him to your guys' shared bedroom, the smell of your favorite vanilla and tangerine candle pleases his nose as he's met with the sight of your back as you strummed the strings of a guitar.

Oh, what a sight for sore eyes. Anakin sits on a chair, his eyes closed, feeling the hum of reverberation from the strings go straight to his soul. Paired with the soft, quiet singing of yours as you wrote lyrics and matched them with the emotion of the soft strum. He did not say a single word, as he knew you wouldn't play so soulfully if you knew of his presence. So, he remained quiet, his eyes still closed, his head leaned back. What a relaxing wind-down from the troublesome day. The intimacy of seeing into your emotions and listening them pour into your lovely music was overwhelming but Anakin embraced it deeply.

He wanted to get lost into your soul and the pools of deep to shallow emotions if it meant that he could hear this sweet melody again.

Luke Skywalker: You agreed to play your violin for him, as he wished to hear it and wanted to learn. How could you say no to those big, blue atlantic eyes of his? So, here you were. Stood in his room, repeatedly moving your bow to the strings of your bow as you concentrated on the tone of your music, and the amount of soul you poured into it.

As you did, you felt the memories of past experiences hit you like bricks, and a certain, new rush of emotions, varying in feel, poured into your bow as you stroked it over the chestnut violin. Luke sat on the bed, his eyes wide with amazement, his eyebrows set high and his body moving in a soft, but increasingly intense rhythm as the music hit it's nirvana and winded down. He hummed softly and sung soft, sweet lyrics that became more and more prominent with each crescendo of yours, this was beautiful to him. His eyes fluttered closed and then open, to observe your beautiful face, furrowed eyebrows and the glistening of sweat as you focused.

It truly was a rare and poetic sight of you. Focused, sweaty but so full of emotion that it overflowed and linked Luke closer to you. His blue eyes shined with a feeling of pride and happiness at the sight of his lover doing what she loved and sharing such a sacred moment with you as you both wrote music together in your free time.

These moments were what gave him strength to go on everyday, and made him cradle you close at night tighter than usual.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: It was unexpected, to hear you playing an instrument. But it was early morning, and Obi-Wan found himself to be awoken by passion as you called his name. He could see you in the living room, in the piano he bought for you a few years ago.

He got up, walking over to the door frame as he watched. You played the keys beautifully, reading off the sheet in front of you as you occasionally fumbled from your own eagerness. But, it was intense, passionate and brought a feeling of warmth to spread throughout his chest. The moment he saw your head leaned back, as your hands moved fluently over the vast space of the white and black keys, searching for something to resonate a electric-like sound that sent shivers through his spine and made his ears crave more.

You didn't sing, vocalize or hum, you simply let your fingers create such a sound. Obi-Wan let out a sigh as he loosened up, your music sent him on a roller coaster of emotions: Happy, anxious, content and yearning. But he always wanted more.

He could swear that your music could end a war. It always ended the war of his mind and heart on how much you meant to him and how much he truly loved you.

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A\N: Been a while since I actually posted. Expect more content as I kick my writers block in the ass.

It's Your Birthday Scenarios!

Anakin Skywalker: In the early parts of your relationship when you told him your birthday and in exchange he told you his, he silently vowed to be the knight in shining armor for you and your special day. You were his special cupcake, his own bag of sugar, so why should you not be treated as such?

Anakin spent his time at The Temple planning to take a trip to the forest, to refresh yourselves from the busy air of Coruscant and retire to the green shrubs and swaying trees in the breeze. It was perfect. In his side of the dresser at the house, he carried with him a small box that contained a custom-made ring for you, a symbol that celebrated you. Not marriage, engagement, no, you. His sweetheart, his weakness.

On the morning of your birthday, Anakin ushered you immediately to the kitchenette and seated you at one of the chairs, and in front of you lay your favorite food, freshly made with a side of cold juice. You smile up at him, even in the peeking sunlight, with your hair tousled and barely brushed from sleep, you looked just as you did when he met you. Absolutely divine. He just stared at you, entranced by the image of you in such a picture as you ate, savoring the food and occasionally reaching for the drink.

Dressed and ready for the hike in the forest and vacation essentially, Anakin drove you both there in his speeder, touching down in a few minutes, he moved to help you out and your hike began, with breaks to rest, drink some water or to admire how the trees, bushes and small plants and flowers took in and seemingly also enjoyed the bright, blue day. How your eyes gazed around, wanting to take in everything and the smile that always managed to creep onto your features when you could see the naked beauty of the plantation. It filled him with pride. Once you guys stopped for a break, Anakin took out a pocket knife, carving roughly into the tree both of your initials and then turning back to you, showing you his work. You giggled at his cheesy move but it melted your heart.

Hours later, when you both arrived home, exhausted from hiking, Anakin took to grab the box of your ring. As you relaxed on the couch, sipping some water as you curled your legs closer to you for warmth, he sat beside you, taking your hand into his, slipping the small box into your palm. Confused, you bring it to your eyes and raise an eyebrow at him, he grins at you widely, urging you to explore what was inside. And as you did, it revealed the ring. You gasp and immediately tell him it's beautiful but you cannot accept it. He laughs and then pulls you closer, bringing his lips to your ear, whispering: "No. I want you to have it. It's yours."

Luke Skywalker: You were awoken out of your pleasant dream by a startling noise of Luke's gleeful scream. Eyes widened in concern and fear you ask, "What is it, Luke?!" Fearing the worst, you move to where you saw him and he turned to you, smiling ear to ear as he picked you up and spun you around. "It's nothing bad, Y\N! It's just.... it's your birthday!" You chuckle, momentarily confused before remembering that it indeed was, as he placed you back down. "Right. So, what's Obi-Wan having you do today?" You ask, stretching and moving to access the kitchen and the stove.

"Oh? Nothing." Luke answers, right behind you as he takes a seat at the table. "Nothing? Why?" You ask, skeptically, as you start cracking a few eggs on the corner of the table. "Because, Y\N, I'm spending it with you, of course. I got a plan. We're going cruising in my speeder." You smile to yourself, waiting for the pan to heat up on the stove and starting to whisk the eggs. "Really? Where to?" At this Luke seems to not have thought it out. "Um... well, where do you wanna go? This is your special day, after all." You shake your head at this and turn to him. "I don't have to go anywhere special for my birthday, Luke. I don't want to. All I want is to spend time with you, and if you want to go around in your cruiser, I'm fine with that." He nods, the corner of his eyes twitching into a smile. "Got it." Finishing with the eggs, some milk and a form for each of you, you place a plate in front of each of you and sit down, taking some egg on your fork and eating it.

A few minutes later, after making some small talk, Luke clears his plate and jumps to his feet. "I'll get the speeder ready." He informs you before hurriedly washing his plate, fork and cup, placing them back into the cabinet and rushing out. You were fine with spending time with him? So was he! He gazed out at the blazing suns and the miles of nothing but hot sand in every direction from the house and started the speeder, equipped with water. He knew you were going to have to get dressed out of your pajamas and took that greatly, sitting in the driver's seat, hand on the wheel as he leaned back against the comfortable seat. Waiting.

Eventually, you did show and hopped into the passenger seat next to him. He began zooming, and the warm, rushing air in both of your faces felt refreshing and exhilarating. You looked to the side behind you and relished in the sense of adventure it provided you. You saw the wide smile on Luke's face and felt his hand creep onto your thigh as he looked at you, mouthing the words, "I love you."

Obi-Wan Kenobi: He got home from a meeting at the Temple and although not tired, he would have not protested with a quick nap with you. But he reminded himself to give you the present he has been saving up for a few months ago in preparation for this day. Obi-Wan announced his arrival and was as glad as he always was when he saw you rushing out to greet him, pulling him into a tight, secure and excited hug. "Obi, there you are!" He chuckled and placed a hand on the top of your head. "Hey, honey. Happy Birthday, yeah? Here." He handed you a cute box that jiggled as you took it. You took the top off and found that it was a box of pins to clip onto your shirts. They varied in size, shape or graphic detail.

You were aware of Obi-Wan's tendencies to pick up such things as this by default, like it was not anything to him, and whenever you asked, he would always say something along the lines of, "Oh, it's a collectible item, I'm sure you know that." And you never said anything else about it. It was cute, you thought and now, as he was giving you all the pins he has collected for as long as you could remember, it was more than cute, it was a symbol of his little habits in a cute little box. And that meant the world and more to you. You pull him into an even tighter hug and giggle. "It's perfect!" And he wrapped his arms around you as well. "I'm glad."

Cuddling Them Scenarios!

Kylo Ren: The Order had kept him busy for a long time, and although he did not like it, it meant the world to him you were patient with him. However, on a particularly bad day for him, when nothing seemed to go his way, he came back to you, not caring of his hateful attitude, until he did. You asked him a couple questions like, "What's wrong?" and "What happened at work today, sweetie?" and he had told you he didn't wish to speak about it, but you still pushed, out of concern. You couldn't make it better unless you knew what it was.

But it annoyed him, and he snapped at you, "Jesus, are you fucking deaf, Y\N?! I told you to leave it!" And you immediately shut up, leaving the room to deal with the incoming tears threatening to flood your face. At first, Kylo just stayed silent and sat himself on the couch, dealing with his anger himself, but after a few moments of gathering himself, he could hear the soft and muffled cries of you sobbing and it struck him like a ton of bricks. He should not have spoken to you like that. You, his beloved sweetheart, he yelled at you. When you tried to help him.

"Y\N... baby, that wasn't me, you know that. I didn't mean to treat you like that, you don't deserve it. I just had a bad day, Snoke wasn't too cooperative... Honey, let me in. I'll make it up to you." You sniffled, and sighed, wiping the tears as you approached the door and opened it, allowing him a good look at your eyes red and puffy with the tears and he felt his heart break. He wraps his arms around you, squishing you against his warm chest and scoops you up, leading you to the bed and wrapping a few (thousand) blankets around you as he keeps his arms securely around your waist, pulling you against him. "I love you, you know that?" He whispers against your ear.

Anakin Skywalker: After finding out he was not granted the rank of master but a seat on the council, he needed to sulk about it. That night when he went home to you, he fell into your awaiting arms, ready to welcome him after a long, rough day. He sighed against your neck, lazily wrapping his arms around your waist, his golden brown hair falling into his eyes, but that did not matter, all that mattered was your embrace. Oh, how he craved your embraces.

"Cuddle me. Let me sleep with you." He asked with a tone of tiredness. You nod and lead him to the bed, laying on it with him and cradling him, his head on your chest, running your hands through his sun-touched golden locks. He lets out a content hum and pressing his long fingers to your other hand stationed on his arm, he intertwined your fingers together, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. His eyelashes flutter a bit, signaling he's falling asleep. You smile to yourself, satisfied at the way you could practically lull Ani to sleep. But also because the reward, the sight of seeing him asleep so soundly, so peacefully, it's a pride thing for sure.

Luke Skywalker: It was the end of the day and you found yourselves in his bedroom, with him bent over your hands, his sandy brown hair draping over his face as he fixates on the task of painting your nails. "You're going to love it, Y\N. I'm almost done!" He says, as he finishes painting your pinky, blowing on it before moving away, flipping his hair out of his oceanic blue eyes. "So, whatcha think?" He asks with a glittering smile, crossing his legs and resting his cheek on both of his hands.

You bring your hands to your face, gazing at the color and letting out a breathy chuckle. "Wow! How did you learn to do this so good?" You raise an eyebrow. He shrugs. "I had a good teacher." He smiles, nudging your arm. You beam at him. "Come here." You say, beckoning him closer, he leans in forward, more and more until... Your lips meet, a soft, dreamy sigh escapes his lips, reaching up to cup your cheek lightly in his hand. His eyes close as he feels his head spin.... you were so gorgeous, so sweet, so kind and patient... like a dream. A dream in which he has been fantasizing and romanticizing about for countless days on nights. A release from the scorching heat of the Tatooine suns beating down on him as he works hard at the Harvest, desperate for an escape. And then came you. His escape.

His hands move to wrap around your waist and pull you down backwards on the bed, careful of your newly polished nails to not get smudged as he rests his head in between the crook of your neck. You go along with it, letting out a sigh as you relax into the mattress and embrace, wrapping your legs around his waist, as he strokes your hair, his breathing slowing more and more.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Obi-Wan had just come back from a mission. The first thing on his mind? You, the Council and a good, long warm bath. He steers his ship to the Temple, hopping out and treading to communicate his findings and results to the Masters. Once he was finished, he tiredly hopped back into his ship and navigated to your guys' house. He climbed out, pulled his hood down and took his robes off, hanging them on his lower arm. "Y\N? I'm back, princess." He calls, as he gazes around, wondering where you've gone. Until you came running from seemingly nowhere and jumping on him, yelling, "Obi!"

He grunts as the wind is knocked out of him, but instinctively wraps his arms tightly and securely around your waist, chuckling a bit as he presses a kiss to your forehead. "Hey." You kiss his cheek and then lips. "Come on, I've got a surprise for you!" You slid off of his body, and lead him to the kitchen, a meal you've cooked for him sitting on a plate, and he can see the steam wafting off of it. "And I'll get the bath running." You say, dashing off to turn on the faucet, applying slightly hot water, and ordering the shampoo, conditioner, body wash and even a bath bomb in order for him.

You come back out to see him damn near finished with the food and a loud laugh ripples through both of your throats at the sight of your faces. "The bath's running." You tell him, skipping to get behind him and rubbing his back soothingly, he groans and relaxes. He finishes the plate and lets you lead him into the water, undressing him slowly, and helping him in. "Come here." Obi-Wan smiles at you, his blue eyes almost pleading as he outstretching his hand to you. With a grin, you undress and hop in in front of him, and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against his warm chest as he pressed kisses to your neck and dabbed water on both of your bodies. "

You're On Your Period Scenarios!

Anakin Skywalker: It was sudden, not something you were expecting at all. You both were laying on the bed, cuddling while watching a cheesy romantic comedy, Anakin occasionally littering the top of your head with kisses and making snide comments about the predictable plot and select characters. While he said something particularly funny and you laughed, a warm sensation spread across the bundle of blankets and sheets you were sitting on.

"Hold on, pause it. I have to go to the bathroom." You told him, jumping off the mountain of comfy warmth and waddling over to the bathroom, closing the door behind you. Just as you got done, you felt a wave of painful cramps crash over you like waves hitting the shore, except it wasn't comforting or soothing, it hurt, like hell. Standing up, you can see the clear red in the toilet behind you, and the realization hit you. You're on your period. However, this epiphany had also reached Anakin. "Hey, sweetness, what's with the bloodbath on the bed?" He calls, although he knows the answer.

With a grumble, you flush the toilet and grab a pad under the sink and put it on, heading out of the bathroom. "Sorry, Ani. I didn't realize it was time." Anakin laughs, his hand dismissively waving away your apology as if it were a nosy fly. "No need, baby. C'mon, let's cuddle. I'll make you some ramen." He says before taking off the stained blankets and sheets, changing them for another assortment, spraying them with a stain remover and hoarding them into the washer, turning it on. "Get comfy." He instructs with a grin as he goes out to make the ramen he promised.

Obi Wan Kenobi: Obi-Wan and you were talking, it was after one of his numerous meetings with his fellow Jedi masters and Anakin, so he was determined to spend the rest of the time with you. He invited you into his ship and was telling you about his recent missions, recent concernings with the Jedi Order, Senate, etc. while he gently and absentmindedly caressed your hair.

"And that is, stressfully, what today has had in store for me. I hope the Council will understand to make notice of these concerns." He said with a heavy sigh, withdrawing his hand from your hair and rubbing his forehead exhaustedly. "It's okay, Obi. Let's just go home, yeah?" You suggest, knowing from his bustling day, he surely had been tired and his previous action made you aware of that. So, you offered to drive.

"Oh, princess. What would I do without you?" You heard him murmur as his head rested against his hand, gazing at Coruscant. Once you both arrived back at your shared home, you and Obi-Wan silently agreed to fall asleep together. So, Obi-Wan wrapped his arms securely around your lower half and kissed your neck a few times. "Goodnight, my love." Before falling asleep. As did you. But, as you woke up hours later, in the early hours of the AM, you found that your stomach was hurting exponentially. So you carried yourself to the bathroom.

Both in the toilet on the bottom side of your robes, you found the unmistakable sight of red blood and you huffed a sigh of annoyance. Your period had come, and with a vengeance. You scowled as you ripped the pad open and placed it on your underwear and flushed the toilet, pulling up your robes, upset that you had to deal with a week of progressively worse hell. You hurriedly went to the kitchen, fixing yourself a hot snack to help ease the cramps for a bit. Then, you climb into bed beside a peacefully sleeping Obi-Wan. Or so you thought. You feel a hand go to your shoulder and a groggy voice. "What is it, lovely? Has something happened?"

You shake your head. "Nope. Just my period." At this, Obi-Wan let out a soft sigh and his hand trailed down to your stomach, rubbing soothing circles, knowing how bad your cramps and mood swings can get. "Alright, let's go back to sleep. It'll ease them a bit, I'm sure. Tell me if you need anything okay? I love you." He said, stroking your hair until you fell asleep.

Luke Skywalker: It had been the same as always, a scorching day on the rock and desert planet of Tatooine. However, what made it remarkably better was the company of your boyfriend, Luke. His little playful teases and giggles made the day more bearable. Just a few days ago, you had started your period, and Luke, as always, had been sweet to you and attentive, making sure to check in on you before, during and after his farming or little ventures.

He had gotten you a few little souvenirs from his journeys and little trinkets, helping ease your cramps with cuddles and mouth-watering and warm snacks. It was as if he had never complained, no matter what you had asked. It was something you deeply appreciated. "Hey, babe! Guess what? Uncle Owen gave me the rest of the day off!" He announced happily, practically flinging himself into the bed beside you, his arms automatically wrapping around your frame and assaulting your face with sweet, open-mouthed and sloppy kisses.

You giggled and welcomed the affection, telling him how much you loved these moments of happiness with him and he paused for a second. "I love you to death, you know?" He spoke softly, in a voice identical to a whisper like the wind. "Of course I know. I love you too." You told him, cupping his cheek gently. "I'd do anything for you." He whispered again, his lips coming ever so close to yours without touching them. "I would die for you, Y\N." Your heart ached at his words, hoping it would never come to that, ever. "I know, Luke. I'd risk my life to save you, you would never have to die for me." Luke paused, his lips coming in contact with yours, capturing them and your heart in a tender, sweet and devoting kiss.

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Requested by: @m00n-lxght

Getting Them Pets (Part two)

Luke Skywalker: You both had agreed you wanted something to take care of, and given your guys' history with other animals: stray dogs, cats, birds, fish and a few bunnies, it was no problem. The only problem was: what to get? Luke wants a couple hamsters, and you? You wanted a rabbit. Now, as you and Luke speak to store-owners and even random traders, you cannot seem to find neither.

Sighing, Luke thanks the store owner and walks out with you. "I don't think today's our day." He frowns, crossing his arms to his chest. "What? Have a little faith, Luke." You urge, determined to get a pet. "You're right." He sighs a bit, regaining his normal smile. As you both walk down the road, you see a pen, filled with a group of pigs, chickens and two cows. In the big group of mud covered pigs, you can make out a tiny little figure, it was sniffing the mud and eating some scraps. "Oh!" You gasp, eyes lighting up with a radiant fire. "Luke, let's go here!" You practically scream with excitement and hope. "Huh? Why? What is it, Y\N?" He tilts his head, but you grab his arm and scramble over to the store. "Can I help you?" The owner asks, his voice bored and uninterested. "Yes! I'd like the baby pig that you have in the back." The store owner nods. "Sure. $230." He demands, and Luke's face contorts in disbelief, but seeing that your mood resembled determination and fierceness, he paid. The owner gave you the piglet, which was actually a girl. That night, you both had a fun time giving the piglet a bath, staying up discussing name ideas and just having fun getting to know the new addition to your family.

Anakin Skywalker: It was the first time you guys discussed anything of the sort. Ani asked you multiple questions regarding what kind of pet, what would it be, look like, etc. Of course, you had no idea what you wanted, so you did a LOT of research on what could be suitable for a couple. Ultimately, you decided a bunny would be good, coming to Anakin with the idea wasn't going to be difficult.

And it wasn't. Quickly, you both travelled to the planet in which the bunny was likely to be in, picked one (and had fun petting, feeding and playing with the others) and then bought it. Along with the crate, food, collective toys and a few treats and a cozy little interior. The bunny was a fluffy white girl, in which the naming seemed perfect, you wanted to settle for Leah, or Amy. Again, the idea with Ani was settled as soon as he heard the names. In the end, Leah was picked. The three of you eager to start a new chapter of your lives.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Immediately, he was open to the idea. Knowing it was something like a new chapter, and you seemed very adamant and enthusiastic about the idea of a pet. Even better, you had a plan for which one and damn, did you have a great convincing plan. However, Obi-Wan being the kind, open-minded man, he did not need convincing (or at least too much, seeing as though looking at you convinced him in the first place.)

So, you both started your journey for a Belgian Malinois, a stubborn, alert and protective dog breed. The thought of having something as intimate as a shared pet to strengthen your bond was something that sparked excitement and determination in your heart. As you met the breeder of the herding dog, Obi-Wan started speaking of how it was your and his first pet and you had been very set on a Belgian Shepherd. The breeder nodded in understanding, indulging Obi-Wan in a short conversation about the breed, as you went to observe the dogs and puppies. The gorgeous amber eyes, black muzzles and a combination of amber and black in the two layers of coat, made you swoon even more. Eventually, the breeder and Obi-Wan disengaged and went over to pick one, and yet again, you found the perfect one: a boy, and about a year old so not impossible to teach. You plead with your boyfriend for the dog and he caves in easily, the breeder offers a reasonable amount of money and you two bring the dog back home. At first, he was weary, but he came to after a few months, now as loving and compassionate as you dreamed.

Calling Them Cute Scenarios!

Kylo Ren: He smiled and brought himself closer to you, intimately wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a cozy hug. "I think you're adorable," Kylo raised your chin gently to look into your eyes. "And so, so precious." He leaned down and kissed you with an unspoken devotion. The act making your heart pound and a soft pink hue spread lightly across your cheeks. Kylo reaches for your hand, intertwining them as he deepens the kiss, steadily increasing his passion. His black leather gloves, deliciously cold in stark contrast to the heated kiss you both shared in the intimate moment.

As he pulled away, his eyes flutter open to meet yours, and his head spins. You are so pretty to him. He feels a surge of protectiveness wash over him as he embraces you again, resting your head against his chest.

Armitage Hux: Armitage stared down at you, his nose wrinkling at the thought. Him, cute? "Pardon me?! I am not cute, I am powerful! I am the brains of the First Order!" He spits. "You're adorable." You coo, touching his cheek. Despite his efforts to remain in control, he softens. Weak under your touch, under the influence of your words. He sighs and looks at you, the look in his eyes resembles deep affection and tender love. "I love you." He whispers to you, as you place a kiss to his forehead and lips. The kiss is tender, reassuring. Wrapping your arms around his neck as he wraps his around your waist, leaning you down slightly.

"You're so special," You utter into his ear, making his breath hitch. "I love you too."

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Obi smiles and blushes, hiding his face a bit. Once he has your composure, he turns back to you. "That title belongs to you, my dear. Just you." You smile and approach him, your hands going onto either of his cheeks. "Is that so? How adorable." You lean in to give him a kiss. Obi-Wan engulfs you in a warm, soothing embrace, reminding you of his endless love. "Yes, my love. Nothing short of it." He leans in to kiss you once more, holding you close, wrapping you in his brown Jedi robes, you welcomed the affection and giggled.

Resting his head against yours, he gazed into your eyes. His jade eyes boring into yours, more than ever, you feel like you could get lost in them. Would you be upset if you did? No. What a perfect paradise. "I adore you, Obi." You pull him closer, wanting nothing but the feeling of his skin against yours. "As do I, my love. As do I."

Luke Skywalker: Luke grins sheepishly at your compliment, was he really? Bashfully, he shied away from your eyes, and you playfully nudged him. "Do you think you aren't?" You asked, gazing at his blushing figure. "I-I do," He turns shyly to look at you. "Just- it sounds weird when you say it aloud." You tilt your head. "What? Why?" Luke rubs the back of his neck, seemingly nervous. "It's lovey-dovey." You cross your arms. "You love it." You tease. Luke turns away dismissively. "N-no! I don't.." You could practically see the blush in his words, as he spoke dismissively. You smirk. "Yes, you do!" You spin him to make him look at you and you plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

"It's fine if you don't, you know?" You assure him, sitting next to him. He nods. "No, I like it!" Luke insists, taking your hand in his, giving you a reassuring squeeze. "Really?" A smug smirk begins forming on your lips. "I love you, my cute boy." You press your lips to his again.

Anakin Skywalker: He grins at you. "I am, aren't I?" He says smugly, and you giggle. "Of course you are." He goes over to you and looks at you, still grinning. "But you're adorable, so monumental." You blush at the sudden compliment and playfully shove him. "Aren't you a tease?" Anakin smirks at you, laughing a bit. "But you love it." You couldn't help but nod. "Duh." He wraps his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. "God, I love you." He admits, resting his he chin atop your head. Lightly caressing his hair with his mechanical hand and holding you with his normal one. "I don't know what I would do without you."

His words send affection straight to your hand, and you you smile uncontrollably. "Me neither. I love you more than I could ever describe, sweetie." You lean back, touching his cheek. "I live for you, my love. You are my purpose." You melt, his words causing small tears to prickle your eyes as you quickly wipe them away. "I love you so much, Ani."

Coming Back to You Scenarios! (Part Two)

A\N: Okay, okay, sorry! I really did forget I had to finish the Coming back to you Scenario. But here it is: Obi-Wan and Luke coming back to you after a mission.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Once he landed and reported back to the Jedi Temple, he was off to find you. Determination was evidently in Obi's crystal blue eyes. Once he was back to you, he could rest. In your arms, looking into your sweet eyes. Your beautiful face. God, he missed you. He kissed you countless times, really wanting you to know how much he missed you while on his mission. Basking in the loving and longing embrace, he gazed into your eyes. "I love you." He spoke gently, barely above a whisper. Your breath caught in your throat as it always did at those words that touched you like a caress. "I love you too."

After a mission, you were in for cuddles, kisses and a lot of holding. Obi-Wan would more than likely make you food and you guys would eat in your bedroom, watching TV and you listening keenly to every word detailing his adventures. The moments like those were so precious.

Luke Skywalker: Luke wanted to take you on his excursion with Ben, but he was told not to. That it would be dangerous. Although he was understandably annoyed he couldn't bring you, but thankful that it would mean you would not be in any danger. The mission itself was more about learning the ways of Jedi and meditading, occasionally some fights. But the reason it took so long was because it was supposed to be a chance for Luke to actually connect with the Force.

Once he was back, he was running, I mean, RUNNING to you. Picking you up and spinning you around. The two of you were grinning like idiots, and he lowered you to plant a passionate and fierce kiss to your lips, laced with love and longing. "I missed you so much, Y\N." He spoke slowly, calmly, but the urgency was written in his eyes. "I missed you too, Luke." He pressed his forehead to yours, his sandy locks tickling your face. "I love you." He said, taking your hand and intertwining it in his. "I love you too."

Eating Candy with Them Scenarios! [Plus what candy they are into]

Kylo Ren: He was completely taken aback at first but of course was on board with it. He sat with you on the couch and you both began talking. That soon escalated into heated secret-spilling, Truth or Dare and Would you Rather. He enjoyed telling you more about himself and then hearing more about you.

Kylo enjoys Reese's. You can literally turn for a second and then turn back, and you will see him stuffing Reese's in his mouth. Definitely the type to break off a piece for him, eat it and then hand you the other piece absentmindedly.

Armitage Hux: He was repulsed by the idea at first. Not because of you or anything, but because the idea seemed arid to him, sitting around and eating calories continuously? It surprised him how much you wanted to this and then dragging him into it? But of course you were his weakness and he ended up giving into it. Situating the two of you in either of your guys' quarters and just eating candy, he ended up actually enjoying it, because you two cuddled and watched TV together.

Armitage strikes me as a Skittles\ Sour Patch Kids kinda guy. And there is NOTHING you can do to convince me otherwise. He will literally hand you a handful of whatever you ask for (Perhaps both if he is feeling generous.) and then eat the rest.

Anakin Skywalker: He was a bit perplexed as to why you would want to do that with him, but after a bit of explaining, he understood. You both climbed onto the bed and turned on the TV, he began fiercely venting to you his frustrations, missions, all of it. You occassionally vented back or had a little off-track conversation about whatever he was talking about. All while eating tons of candy. It became something you both would do whenever either or both of you were feeling particularly stressed out.

Ani is a Snickers and sometimes an AirHeads guy. No if's, and's or but's about it. Nope. None. He will break you off a piece with his lightsaber (what a showoff) or with the Force (That one scene in AoTC...) and then hand it to you.

Luke Skywalker: He had already had the idea! In fact, he is the one who brought it up. And yes, he loved it. It seemed romantic and a total couple thing to do. So, you both went out at right about sunset and sat down, unwrapping little candies and eating them all while sitting in silence and maybe sometimes commenting on something. (It is now a must have for Luke!)

I believe that Luke is more candy corn and Dots coded. He likes really sweet and chewy things and things that are abundant and little. Boom! A match made in heaven. Of course, he will go out of his way and feed you a couple or just get you a small box of either and both and himself a few.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Obi was not opposed to the idea, he adored it. But, he was wondering how the hell you got yourself so much damn candy, but hey, we don't ask. He just accepted politely, sat down next to you after a Jedi Council meeting and you both talked about how your days went while eating some candy, and to be honest? Obi-Wan still reflects on the memory.

Obi-Wan LOVES Tootsie Rolls. He LOVES them, ADORES and WORSHIPS them. They are exactly what he needs. He has come to like Chocolate over the years and has a natural craving for Tootsie Rolls a lot. Especially the long ones? Whew... He is the type to cut the long ones in half and annoyingly make sure they are both equal and then give one side to you.

Them Falling in Love with you Scenarios

A\N: This includes Obi-Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker and Anakin Skywalker. (I might add Kylo Ren if you guys want.)

Obi-Wan: You were his first Padawan before Anakin, and you two had a great relationship. Trust, love and compassion. Obi-Wan had felt as though you were special and strived to protect you always. After taking on Anakin, he had his hands full therefore the communication was very limited, including times where you guys didn't talk at all for a specific day or two. However, Obi-Wan always apologized and told you what had happened in order for you to get some closure and for the two of you to move on with it.

He knew he loved you when he saw how long you were willing to talk to him and how long he was willing to stay on for you. And how much he would risk in order to ensure your safety.

Luke Skywalker: A fellow farmer on Tatooine in the field of moisture, you two had a good amount of things in common: wanting to get off Tatooine and explore and that you both hated farming. Luke more often than not, would find himself staring at you whenever he desperately needed an answer, he would look at how gorgeous and smooth your skin was and how beautiful your hair seemed to be, everything about you made him feel like living was worth it. Of course he took you with him on Jedi trainings and everything just because the concept was foreign, he knew that you wanted to explore and because you were his best friend, of course he wasn't going to leave you.

In a battle with Stormtroopers you got hit and swarmed repeatedly with blasters and almost died, Luke, thankfully, was there to slice them before they could do any more damage to you. He immediately took care of you, apologized profusely and cried. That's when he realized he loved you, when you almost died.

Anakin Skywalker: You and Ani had been friends as long as you could remember, coming over to Shmi's for a chance to play, talk, whatever. You and Anakin were inseparable, sort of like Velcro. Where he goes, you go, what he does, you do. And so it continued like that for years, once he became a Jedi, he insisted you be trained as well, and here you were, a Jedi Master, trained under the Anakin Skywalker.

In his anger and rebellion, followed by his descent to the Dark Side, he almost killed you, and although Obi-Wan had saved you by cutting his arms\legs off, you still felt yourself die with him, and that's when he realized he loved you.

original trilogy luke headcanons because i am in love with him and i said so

pinky holder. like he’s big on any kind of touch to the hands, but he likes locking pinkies. subtle, and cute

ANH! Luke is a big nuzzler. If there’s a moment where you’re just hugging him, he’ll just nuzzle into your hair, neck, wherever he can reach

ESB! Luke is similar, i believe, however, ROTJ! Luke isn’t a nuzzler, he’s the type to pick where his head rests and just leave it there, plant it and stay there

Luke is a big fan of touch, he’s most comfortable with PDA in the ESB! era and least so in ROTJ! he’s just a bigger fan of showing you affection in private

Luke WILL dance with you. he has two left feet and no idea what he’s doing, but he WILL

as i mentioned before, he’s hands-on. kissing, holding, whatever. he has a hand on your cheek, the back of your neck, your hand, hips or waist. he just like knowing you’re there

he’s a big fan of words of affirmation, over the trilogy his praise goes from overly enthusiastic hugs and “I knew you could do it!”s (ANH!) to soft hand squeezes and “I’m so proud of you”s (ROTJ!)

WE KNOW HE’S FASHIONABLE. if you don’t know what to wear he will. ask him.

ESB! Luke always demands he’s with you on missions. he trusts you, of course, but he likes having you in his line of sight to know you’re alright.

he really likes his hair being played with, it relaxes him no matter what era you’re talking about

HAS PUPPY MANNERISMS. little head tilts when he’s confused, looking around at all the people in the room to gauge, and (for ANH! and ESB!) excitedly greeting you when you return home

he always smells nice, like a fresh TIE-fighter or clear mountain air (mr refreshing reference? anyone? no?)

VERY PLAYFUL, i don’t even care the era, Luke is a tease

you may say his wingwoman/wingman is Leia, or Han, but no, it’s R2. he constantly bumps you into each other, gets you in the same room, makes comments C-3PO thinks best not to interpret.

ROTJ! Luke is big on Acts of Service, he loves doing things to help you out

okay um thats all i got im running out of steam. i hope you enjoyed! i might just put um a request list for my fanbases but i do have schoolwork unfortunately. however, let me know any of your thoughts, have a good day!

a moment for the A New Hope hair everybody 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

please there are barely any luke skywalker/reader fics on this map, i'm glad you take requests for him !! && i'm tempted to write one myself.

jedi-knight reader being taught by luke how to pilot after having a nightmare, just like really awkward and fluffy... but with sorta angst-y?? because the both of them were taught that jedis' weren't suppose to be together, the ending is up to your creative freedom !!

if you ever take this request, thank you, i adore you && your writing style, have a nice day/night :)

late night flights and kisses | luke skywalker

pairing: luke x jedi!reader

word count: 1,7k

summary: where luke and y/n are attracted to each other but know that the jedi code doesn't allow it

a/n: i love writing for our soft boy luke 🫶🏻 and you should definitely start writing one yourself, i want to read it!! <3 i hope you enjoy what i came up with here ♡♡♡ happy star wars day and may the 4th be with you ❤️

warnings: angst, mentions of blood

universe: star wars

Abruptly waking up with sweat running down your forehead, you sit up, clutching your trembling hands to your chest, on top of your fast beating heart. Your eyes scan the room in a panic, trying to decipher where you are and, in fact, realizing that you are not in the middle of a raging battlefield with your hands covered in blood but in your chamber on the rebel base. You are in your own safe space but, right now, it feels far away from that and the glooming moon that peeks through the small window doesn't make this feeling any better. You had these terrible nightmares for a while now but lately they were getting better and better. Until now, at least.

After staring into the void for a few more minutes, calming down your rapid breathing as well as your heartbeat, you leave your warm bed and throw on a coat, put on shoes and leave your sticky, clammy room behind. You make your way through the quiet rebel base, your destination unclear. You only know that you needed to get out of there as soon as possible and a bit of fresh air sounded like a good idea. And because of that, you find yourself standing in the huge hangar, stuffed with all sorts of spaceships, darkness laying over them.

The only source of light comes from one of the moons once again, casting a streak of white light onto the ground through the heavy hangar door that is slightly open. Only when you are already on your way towards the moon and thus to outside, do you notice another light source. Hardly noticeable and very weakly, the illumination next to an X-Wing catches your attention and you stop abruptly, pausing. You don't move a single muscle, waiting for something to happen, for any logical explanation as to why there is light on in the hangar in the deepest of night.

"Hello? Is someone there?", you ask, carefully taking a few steps in the direction of the light, your coat wrapped tightly around you, guarding you like a shield from whatever you will have to face. Your question is answered with a slight hiss, followed by the muttering of a few curses and a quiet rustle.

You take a closer look, relieved now that it appears to be just another pilot tinkering away on his ship in the middle of the night. But just as you are about to turn around, wanting to persuade your original goal, you notice which X-Wing it is, namely Red Five, and you can't help but shake your head in disbelief before walking towards it.

And just like you expected, you find none other than Luke, lying on a rollable surface under his X-Wing, working on it. He doesn't seem to have noticed you yet, didn't even hear your question earlier since he is completely focused and concentrating only on whatever he is doing with his beloved ship in this moment.

In order to not scare him to death, you quietly clear your throat and yet, his body flinches before he rolls out from underneath his X-Wing, looking at you with wide eyes that quickly turn from frightened to relieved upon recognizing you. He is wearing his orange pilot flight suit, the zipper not fully closed, and you are not sure if he has already put it back on or just never took it off in the first place. His hair is disheveled and there are a few beads of sweat on his forehead which tell you that he must have been here a long time already.

"What are you doing here, Y/N? You should sleep", he immediately starts reprimanding you, running his hand through his hair while placing the tool on the floor next to him.

"I could ask you the same thing", you reply swiftly, which makes Luke chuckle, lowering his head as he searchs for a suitable answer. Your eyes never leaving his stature, you sit on one of the taller boxes surrounding you, your legs dangling.

"Couldn't sleep. I guess it's the adrenaline from the mission", Luke sighs, grabbing a cloth to clean his smeared hands. "What about you?"

You knew he would ask, he always does, but it catches you off guard nevertheless. His eyes are filled with worry when you don't answer immediately, but you just don't know where to even start. That is why you choose to not start at all.

"Me too", you mumble, shrugging as he keeps looking at you. Luke frowns at your words, clearly not believing them and just when you think he is going to insist on receiving an honest answer from you, he stands up, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the cloth, tossing it away before offering you a hand.

Your gaze switches between his hand and his eyes that scream for you to take his hand, even though you have no idea what he intends on doing. However, you trust him, you always do, and he doesn't even need to say a word for you to finally grab his hand and let him pull you down.

Quickly, Luke swaps the hand he is holding you with and pulls you towards his X-Wing, right where the ladder is to climb into the cockpit. You look at him questioningly, but he just indicates for you to climb up. Shaking your head, you take a step back and remove your hand from his grab, but he is quick to catch you again.

"Luke, what are you doing?", you ask, irritated and confused.

"You always wanted to learn how to pilot, didn't you?", he smiles at you which sends warmth through your body. You didn't think he would remember such a small thing you once said when you two were on a mission. But he did. And the fact that he did makes you blush unavoidably, which is why you look away, not wanting to show him the impact that he has on you. As far as you are concerned, you are not supposed to have these kind of feelings towards him. You are both Jedi and they have always been forbidden to love.

"It's going to be fine. I'm here with you", Luke reassures you, squeezing your hand while the smile on his lips is not fading. If he notices your blushing, he doesn't show it. Instead he gently tugs at your hand again to encourage you to climb up the ladder. "Do you trust me?"

These words take you by surprise and you look at him again. You thought he already knew the answer to that question. And as you look in his eyes, you can see that he actually does know the answer and doesn't need to hear it from you, which is why you give in and let him help you into the cockpit. Sitting inside, Luke stands on the ladder next to you so he can look into the cockpit and at the numerous flashing buttons with you.

"Alright, are you comfortable?", he asks with a grin on his face and you just nod, returning his smile. "Very well. So, do you see this white button? Pushing it will activate the deflector shield. With this one you start into hyperdrive, which we don't want right now. Here you have the communication channel, if you ever want to chat with me via coms."

Luke goes on and on about explaining and showing you each and every button, even pressing some of those that can be activated without any damage considering that you are still in the hangar. Whenever he wants you to push one of them, your hands graze and both of you pull your hands away awkwardly before he clears his throat and continues to passionately ramble on.

What Luke doesn't notice, however, is that he comes closer to you each time he reaches over you. You can't keep the blush from creeping over your cheeks as his face is only inches away from yours, allowing you to see every small detail, every bump, every tiny scar on his glowing skin.

It is moments like these when you forget everything around you, especially the laws that the Jedi imposed on themselves back then. Why shouldn't you be allowed to love when the feeling inside you is so painfully strong? When it feels like it is eating you alive and you can't do anything about it?

As soon as Luke notices how close he is to you, he stops dead in his movement. His eyes lock with yours and if you wouldn't know better, you imagine his eyes looking down at your lips for a quick second. Your faces are so close to each other that you can feel each other's breaths, sense each other's emotions. Neither of you says a word, but you don't need to as you savor the moment, enjoy the proximity. Right now, it is only you and him.

Slowly, Luke leans in and you feel like your heart is going to combust. Closing your eyes, you wait for him to finally kiss you, to finally show you that these rules mean nothing to the both of you any longer. But he doesn't.

When you open your eyes again, Luke has withdrawn, looking away as his cheeks take on a bright red color.

"I-I'm sorry. We can't. I can't", he stutters out, not able to look at you. Your heart aches as he says the words you never wanted to hear, especially not after his feelings seem to mirror yours. But because you love him with all you have, you understand.

"No, it's fine. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have- I think I should go now", you say, but it sounds more like a mumble, filled with sorrow, and you pull yourself up from the seat with your hands. But as soon as the words leave your mouth, Luke looks at you again and it is then that you see how all the emotions, all the possible decisions flash before his eyes. And before you know it, his hands cup your cheeks and his lips land on yours in a sweet but desperately needed kiss.

You sink back into his pilot seat, never wanting to miss the feeling of his soft lips on yours. You run your hand through his hair, enjoying every second of it. Completely out of breath, Luke lets go of you after a while, but this time, he doesn't withdraw. His forehead is against yours, his thumbs caressing your hot cheeks as you both smile at each other.

"I hated this rule anyway", Luke chuckles and you can't disagree as he connects your lips in another soft kiss.

this man will be the death of me.

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

general kenobi | luke skywalker

pairing: luke x kenobi!reader

word count: 1,1k

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

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

warnings: none

universe: star wars

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

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

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

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

"Oh, about that. Well, I basically only said that I will guide you the same way my father used to guide yours in the Clone Wars", you shrug nonchalantly, still not getting why this simple fact got him all messed up.

"And your father is...?"

"Obi-Wan Kenobi?", you finish his sentence, giving him the answer he has been waiting for. Suddenly, Luke's eyes grow even bigger - if that is even humanly possible - and now you are not sure if you may have actually turned into a rancor right in front of him. But no, you are still very much human and Luke is still very much acting weird.

"Luke? Are you alright? Do I need to call a medic?", you ask, actually concerned now that he hasn't answered you for at least two minutes. He is just standing in front of you, frowning as he seems to be connecting things in his head. The more you look at him, the more it dawns on you what your words might have to do with all of this.

"Wait, you didn't know?", you question, a more or less humourless chuckle leaving your lips as you can't believe that he actually did not know this very important fact about you. About you and who your father is.

"You only told me about your mother, really. And you never dropped any names! I knew your father was a Jedi but not that he was the Obi-Wan Kenobi!", Luke whisper-yells at you now, finally regaining his voice, looking like his whole view of the galaxy was shattered with this one single statement.

The way he runs his hand through his hair, ruffling through it, and how he bites down on his lower lip, finally breaks you and you erupt into a fit of laughter. He looks so cute, all flabbergasted and confused, that you just can't help yourself but to laugh at the weirdness of this situation. You would really like to say that you did talk about your very prominent father, but right now, you can't think of one moment where you actually dropped his name. And this makes you laugh even more and, slowly but surely, Luke starts to laugh too.

"May I introduce myself?", you manage to bring out after your laughter died down, hands on your hips as you try to catch your breath, feeling exhausted by all the laughing. "I'm Y/N Kenobi. At your service, General Skywalker."

Holding out your hand, you wait for him to place a gentle kiss on the back of it as part of your introduction, but Luke only shakes his head in amusement, still too caught up in his thoughts.

"You can't be serious, Y/N!", he almost reproaches you, running his hands over his face while sighing. Then, he takes a step closer, grabbing your hand and placing it against his chest as he leans in.

"How am I supposed to tell him that you are my partner? That we are a thing?", Luke whispers, but he is doing it so quietly as if he expects your father to listen in on every word, putting strong emphasis on his last words.

"I mean, that is not really my problem, is it?", you tease him, taking his proximity to you as a chance to place a soft kiss on his cheek, which riles him up even more. Caressing his cheek with one hand, you fix his disheveled hair with the other and smile your brightest smile at him while he apparently sees his life passing by.

"You are evil, you know that right?", Luke whines, pouting while you are enjoying this more than you probably should. But deep inside, you got a feeling that your father already knows about the two of you. You certainly did not talk to him about it, however, he has always been good at observing and you feel like this ability got even better since he became one with the Force.

"Just.. don't act like you did right now and you will be fine", you giggle, pinching his cheek before leaving a quick kiss on his lips. You catch his eye, wanting him to say something, anything, but all you see is utter fear. Only when you notice that he is looking at something behind you, you follow his stare and see your father, in all his Force ghost glory, making his way over to the both of you.

"Oh, is that Leia over there? I really need to talk to her about the mission", you lie with a bright smile on your lips and you squeeze Luke's hand to give him strength and support.

Completely frozen, he stands in front of you, but he somehow manages to take a deep breath after a few seconds to mentally prepare himself for what is about to come. The strongest Jedi you know nearly gets defeated by a simple conversation with your father, his master.

"I will leave you two alone then", you say your goodbye, waving to your father who is coming closer as you two talk, and make your way to actually find Leia. Turning around one last time, you give your boyfriend a thumbs up which he only replies to with a small smile.

Luke Skywalker is a great fighter, a Jedi who always finds a way out, who always has a plan, who can face the strongest opponent, but the one person he can't face right now is your father. And when he does, as your boyfriend, it is not as bad as expected.

Texas Sunsets

A Luke x Reader fic

Summary: Late Summer, 1855. Three months ago you left Chicago for Texas in the middle of the night to escape an arranged marriage to a man you knew was a murderer. After getting there you nearly drown in the river and are rescued by a handsome stranger, the only problem? You have no where to go, the Inn’s full, and no one around town is taking in strangers. The only way you can have a roof over your head that your religion and pride will allow is to marry this stranger. The very thing you were running away from. What’s a girl to do?

A/N: I know this isn’t the same Luke x Reader fic I was working on, but it’s after the holidays and I’m currently in a creative rut with that one so since I had the inspiration to do this one here it is! I honestly cannot think of any warnings for this, so if I need any just let me know what they are in the comments. Not sure if this will be 18+ or not yet, we’ll see when we get there.

Chapter 1

You barely notice it, the cold, the wet. When you look back, hours, days, and eventually many, many years later, you don’t even think you realized you were in the river itself. Just in awe of the deep, endless blue around you. Bubbles glistening like stars. Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew what had happened. Striker, your horse had been grabbed by a gator while crossing a river and you’d fallen in, likely to be the meal of another, but right now all you saw was endless blue.

Then you noticed the burning in your lungs. You tried to gasp for air only for water to fill them. You kick and flail, never learnt how to swim. Mother always said a lady had no business in the water. You desperately regret taking that lesson to heart out of all the others you ignored.

This is it, you’re going to die here. Here in this god forsaken river. Freedom had been so close, so so close. You’d fought so hard to escape, dressed as a man, stole Striker from the stables in the middle of the night, made it from Chicago to Texas, sure you didn’t know what you were going to do once you made it to freedom, but anything was better than what that bastard had planned for you.

The next thing you knew, arms, scrawny, but sturdy, were wrapped around you, hauling you to the surface. You gasp for air as you break the surface, your long hair clinging to your face and neck, having come free from where you’d kept it under a hat. Those arms are still wrapped around you, hauling you towards the banks. Soon you’re gently placed in the mud, coughing and sputtering.

“What were you thinking?!” A voice asks as you empty half the river from your lungs.

You spare a glance in the direction of the voice. A man had pulled you from the river, a young one. Can’t be more than twenty, so younger than you, though not by much. He’s good looking, sunkissed skin, blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, bluer than the sky, than the river he just pulled you from. A shade you don’t think you’ve ever seen on another human being, much less any animal or plant.

He’s sopping wet too, and clearly displeased. On instinct you reach for your father’s pistol.

“Everyone round here knows better than to cross that river this time of year. Now’s when the gators are grabbing their last meals before the winter.” The stranger continues.

“Then what the hell were you doing jumping in after me?!” You yell, dropping your hand from the gun.

“Well I couldn’t just leave you there could I?” He asks.

“What do you want?” You growl. “I ain’t got money, and you try touching me you’ll be a dead man before you can blink.”

“First of all,” the stranger starts. “I don’t want nothing, just couldn’t leave you to drown s’all.”

You glower at him, doubtful.

“Second,” he continues. “I thought you were a man when I dove in after you, so no thoughts of that even crossed my mind.”

He sighs and offers you a hand up.

“Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot.” He says. “Name’s Luke, Luke Skywalker, what’s yours?”

You bat away his hand and push yourself up. Nearly drowning must have shaken you more than you thought though because your legs are wobblier than a newborn fawns. You nearly tumble to the ground and it’s only Skywalker’s broad chest that keeps you from coming face first with the mud.

“Get offa me!” You complain as you feel his arms hold you upright. His hands, at least, don’t wander anywhere inappropriate while he keeps you on your feet.

“You’re shakier than a newborn calf,” He says, “if I let go you’re gonna end up right back in the mud. Stop being stubborn.”

You huff. He’s right, as much as it pains you to admit. Besides, it’s not the worst thing in the world, being held in the arms of a handsome young man. Not the worst feeling either, despite how wet and uncomfortable it is from your trip into the river.

“What’s a young lady like yourself doing out here all alone?” Skywalker inquires.

“None of your damn business!” You spit, any and all thoughts of this not being so bad vanishing faster than a bolt of imported silk during a half off sale.

“You got kin round here?” He asks.

“No.” You say, your pride leaking into your tone.

“Friends?”

“Also no.” You say, a little less proudly.

“Some sort of job lined up?”

You shake your head.

“Then what in the world are you doing out here, and all by yourself at that?” Skywalker chastises.

“You’re a man!” You spit, nostrils flaring. “You wouldn’t understand! What it’s like to be trapped by expectations and traditions, with no choices of your own, everything left up to the men in your life! No say in what you wear, what you eat, where you go!”

Your eyes water and your legs shake as the next words tumble out of your mouth.

“… Who you marry…”

A broken son escapes your lips. You were so close, so so close. There was no doubt now you’d be shipped off on the next train back to Chicago. Back to the bastard and that… Well there was no proof he did it, but everyone knew he did. He didn’t even deny it, didn’t confirm it either but that wasn’t the point. No doubt you’d be his next victim once-

“I’ll take you back to my family’s farm.” Skywalker says.

You blink and look him in the eyes. There’s a pain there, an understanding, a twinge of guilt and sorrow, but no regret. You can’t help but think maybe Luke, on some level, does understand what you’re going through, your desire for freedom.

And then you wonder when he suddenly became Luke.

“I can’t guarantee you a place to stay for the long run, but I can at least guarantee you a hot bath and some new clothes before I take you into town to find you some lodging.” He says. “If I can’t, well, we’ll burn that bridge when we come to it.”

“Don’t you mean cross?” You ask.

“If I felt it wasn’t going to, and pardon the language, turn into a shitshow if we can’t find somewhere for you to stay for the long run, then yes. However I don’t see either of us liking the outcome if we get there, so no, I mean burn it.”

The ride back is long and silent. Luke doesn’t ask anymore questions and you don’t offer any information. Soon enough you drift off to sleep, completely exhausted from your near death experience.

You awake to Luke’s voice calling out for someone called Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen. You blearily blink your eyes and force yourself to look around. A woman about your mother’s age comes running out of a quaint little farm house. She was wearing a long slightly flared dress with long sleeves and at least one flounce and appeared to be made of denim. You didn’t know what counted for fashionable out here, in the city sure, but here not a clue, still you felt the dress was pretty plain. Not that there was anything bad with that, you were sure things were very different here than they were back in the city.

Once Luke’s horse came to a stop you hopped down, a bit unceremoniously. Luke dismounted a bit more gracefully than you did and explained the situation. Once he had, the woman, Beru, drug you into the house for a bath while she fetched some old clothes of hers for you to wear.

You took the time to scrub the mud and muck from your skin and hair. It was so much nicer and easier than bathing in a river, and bathing yourself had stopped being hard a good while ago. You liked to think you had gotten the hang of it.

Beru comes back a while later with the clothes while you’re rinsing your hair. She gives a gentle knock in the door before stepping in and setting them on a chair in the room.

“How are you feeling dear?” She asks.

“Better.” You say, and for once you mean it.

“That’s good. Dry off and get dressed and I’ll help you fix your hair before heading into town.” Beru instructs.

“Yes mam.” You say, nodding.

You’d never done your own hair, always had people for that. The closest you ever got was piling it all under your cap each time you had disguised yourself as a man to travel. You were grateful for the help. Even if Beru likely wouldn’t be doing anything fancy like back in the city it was still nice to have the help.

Luke took you into town once you were dried and dressed as promised. He took you to the general store to get supplies and fabrics to make new dresses, thankfully you knew the basics of sewing. Then once you had all that he took you looking for lodging. You searched for four hours. The local inn had no vacancy and no one around was taking in strangers. Luke had bartered at the inn for a room for two of those hours before they threatened to call the sheriff on the two of you.

It was a long ride back to the farm and you were going to have to make it partly in the dark with just a lantern for light. Luke had had the decency to hitch a wagon rather than make you ride in a dress. You knew how to of course, city girl and all, but you still appreciated it after spending three months in the saddle.

Luke, for some reason, decided to go back to the inn. He came out a few minutes later grinning.

“What did you do?” You ask, smoothing the prairie dress Beru had lent you. It had more flounces than the one she’d been wearing, and was made out of flowered calico too. It was a little closer to what you’d wear back home you supposed.

No, not home, never again will it be home.

“Well,” Luke drawls, drawing you from your thoughts. “The inn has no vacancy, but since it’d be improper for you to stay at the farm, you being unmarried and all-“

You glower at him.

“They agreed to let you stay in the stables where they board the horses.” Luke finishes. “Just for tonight until we can figure out a more permanent solution.”

“I guess here’s where we burn that bridge?” You say, remembering his earlier words.

“Might be.” Luke said. “I’ll talk to Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen, see what we can do, but I guarantee if our only option is what I think it is, neither of us is gonna like it.”

Your mind races as it tries to piece together what he means. How would he not like it? It’s got nothing to do with him, far as you can tell. And then it clicks. The only way it could have something to do with him, fixing the issue of things being improper.

You shudder, from the thought or the cooling air you don’t know. You came here to escape an arranged marriage, any sort of marriage. You didn’t want to end up trapped again.

You had a plan. Sort of. You’d make it on your own out west for a year or two, no one would search for you out here, they’d think you’d head east towards Philadelphia or New York, somewhere where there were cities, somewhere similar to what you knew. Once you’d stayed away long enough for them to give up the search you’d take a train back and claim your father’s inheritance, then pack up everything that was yours and go back west. Where you’d be free. Now it was looking like those chains you’d fought so hard to escape were still attached.

“I’ll walk you to the stables.” Luke says, offering his arm.

Hesitantly you take it and the two of you begin walking to the stables.

“Sorry, you deserved better than to sleep in the stables.” Luke apologizes.

“If Mary can do it, so can I.” You say. “I’ve slept in worse on my way here.”

“There anything you can tell me ‘bout yourself?” Luke asks.

“I’m from Chicago.” You say, shrugging. “Can’t do much but I’m a quick learner. I know how to sew, embroider, crochet. Not the most ladylike but my daddy taught me to shoot and how to use a sword.”

“Really? Your pa taught a city girl that?” Luke asks bewildered.

“We were supposed to come out west when I was a girl,” you explain. “Daddy wanted me to know how to protect myself. He went out on the Oregon Trail ahead of us. Wanted to secure a place for us. He never made it. Left too late, got snowed in the mountains and died, we never even had a body to bury because the others who went with him… to survive they…”

You sob as you remember what you were told of the party your father went off with. How those who survived only did because they ate the dead bodies of those who died so they didn’t starve.

Luke thankfully doesn’t ask you to finish. Just gives your arm a reassuring squeeze.

“You’re lucky your pa taught you that, that you had him to care for you, even for a short while.” Luke says softly. “Never knew mine, he died before I was born.”

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, somehow managing to regain your composure.

By now you’ve made it to the stables.

“Well, g’night miss?” Luke pauses, clearly waiting for you to give your name.

You give it. Luke repeats it and it sounds nice on his tongue. It’s the briefest of thoughts, but you can’t help but think, if you did have to marry somebody to survive out here, Luke would far be from the worst option.

Then Luke walked off and you were alone in the stables with just the horses for company.

The next morning dawns bright and early. To your surprise and chagrin Luke was ready and waiting to bring you back to the Lars farmstead for breakfast. You spend the better part of the ride in silence before Luke starts grilling you with questions.

“Can you cook?”

You always had a maid or someone do that before. You taught yourself enough to get by on the trip down, but you had room for improvement.

“Know how to clean?”

Not a clue, it was never your job back home and mother would throw a fit if you dared lift a finger to do a poor person’s job.

“Ever milk a cow?”

City girl remember?

“But you can sew, embroider, and crochet.” Luke huffs.

“Well I had to keep my hands busy somehow.” You say, scathing.

“I’m sure aunt Beru can teach you everything you need to know.” Luke says, sighing.

“You make it sound like I’ll be staying with you.” You say, displeased.

Luke sighed again, much heavier this time.

“Well, I may as well warn ya. They’re gonna give you two options when you get there, neither one you’ll like.”

“What are they?” You ask, dread pooling in your stomach.

“W-Well,” Luke stutters, ducking his head.

You notice his ears are red as he speaks.

“The first is you could stay with us, but we’d have to get married.” He continues.

“Absolutely not!” You cry standing up in the back of the wagon.

It immediately hits a rock and you lose your balance falling face first to the ground, barely catching yourself on your hands. Groaning, you sigh and push yourself up.

“So what’s the other option?” You ask, glowering at Luke’s back.

“Well, the next town over has a brothel you could work at. Uncle Owen has no problem taking you over there.”

“That’s even worse than the last one!” You cry out.

“There’s nothing wrong with what they do,” Luke says. “They have to make a living, same as everyone else.”

“I am not working at a brothel.” You say crossing your arms and pouting.

Luke sighs. “Look, don’t be stubborn, you have to choose one of them, you don’t exactly have a lot of options. S’almost winter, you can’t exactly sleep on the streets. You’ll freeze to death.” He says. “Either option keeps you warm, fed, and with a roof over your head. They keep you alive.”

You huffed and turned away, biting the inside of your cheek till you tasted pennies.

“Look,” Luke sighs. “I can’t decide for you, but I can promise you, if you do choose to stay with us, I won’t touch you. Not without your permission. Won’t even so much as look at you if you don’t want me to. I won’t try to tie you down and control you, I’ll give you a say in everything. I’ll give you whatever little bit of freedom I can.”

You mull it over, it is the better of the two options, especially if Luke keeps his word.

“I give you till we reach the farm to make up your mind,” Luke says. “But ya need to make a decision by then.”

The rest of the trip is spent in silence as you think about your options. Marrying Luke definitely gave you more freedom and dignity than working at a brothel. Maybe there wasn’t anything wrong with working in one, but it wasn’t for you. And it wasn’t like you had any other options. Luke was right, winter was coming and if you didn’t have a place by then you were as good as dead.

You bury your head in your skirts as you mourn your life and freedom and resign yourself to your fate.

Eventually the wagon comes to a halt.

“Make up your mind yet?” Luke asks, turning back to look at you.

“Fine.” You sigh, wearily. “I’ll marry you.”

Snippet of a Luke Skywalker x Reader story I’m writing

You were waiting for your most recent batch of soap to enter first trace when you heard the basement door open and realized Luke must be home. Sure enough footsteps sounded down the stairs and a few moments later one arm was wrapped around your waist while a hand snaked around to grip your breasts.

“Hello Angel.” Luke purred from behind.

“Luke,” you warned. “What’s my one rule for the workshop?”

“I’m not doing anything inappropriate.” Luke laughed. “Yet. I know better than to make you screw up your job.”

“Hand me a soap mold.” You say, shaking your head. “It’s entered first trace.”

Luke handed you a soap mold and you poured the mixture into it.

“So, might I ask why you’re making Christmas soaps now when they take four weeks to cure?” Luke asked.

“They’re for my Christmas in July sale.” You say, setting the soap mold on a shelf so it can cure.

“So that’s why our house smells like Christmas incarnate.” Luke chuckled, before spinning you around to kiss you.

You moaned into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled you in close. Luke took the opportunity to snake his tongue into your mouth and hoist you onto the counter.

“Not in the workshop.” You gasped out when you broke apart for air.

Luke picked you up and you let out a yelp and you wrapped your legs and arms around him.

“Guess I need to take you upstairs then.” Luke grinned.

“What happened to no attachments?” You asked, nuzzling his neck.

“I’m not a Jedi. Not here, and honestly I don’t know if I’ll go back to being one.” Luke admitted. “I don’t think I could be the one to walk away.”

“We agreed that this was just temporary until your eight years here are over.” You said, furrowing your brows.

Honestly you didn’t want the time to end either, but when Luke had crashed here he’d basically been given an ultimatum. Stay for eight years as a normal civilian or be a test subject to see if they could replicate the abilities of the force in earthlings. It was an empty ultimatum if you’d ever heard one, but Luke hadn’t known that Earth didn’t even have what his galaxy considered basic robotics, let alone anything that could actually do any damage to him or his ability to the force until about a week into living here.

“Hey, don’t go there.” Luke said, “Don’t think about when the time frame is up, okay? We can talk about it more later, after the holidays. Right now I just want you.”

“Then take me to our room and have me.” You purred.

You and Luke laid in a tangle of limbs on the bed, the blankets up to your shoulders, though only draping over Luke’s waist. You hummed as you idly traced the lightning scars across his torso, meanwhile Luke was panting and wiping away tears from being overstimulated.

“Aww,” you cooed, “is my poor baby boy overwhelmed.”

“‘M fine.” Luke huffed out. “Can’t believe I said I wanted to have you and you had me instead though.”

You snorted before pressing a kiss to his lips. As you pulled away you whispered “poor baby, you think that was having you? No, we’ve still got plenty of time before we get to everything I want to do to you.”

You glance around the room.

“You didn’t break anything this time. Good job.” You tease.

“That was only the first time and you know it.” Luke pouted.

“Still can’t believe you were a virgin when I met you.” You laughed. “You know half this planet thinks you were a fuck boy right?”

“Half the planet or half the people who ship me with the Mandalorian?” Luke quipped.

“At least half the people I hang out with.” You rolled your eyes and kissed him again.

Nyx, your fluffy, all black cat, chose that moment to jump onto the bed and curl up between the two of you.

“Speaking of half the people I know, we still have to prepare everything for our Christmas party.” You reminded him.

“Okay, well if Harper Anne calls me a gay icon one more time, not realizing she’s talking about me, I’m using the force in front of her and straight up telling her I’m not gay.” Luke grumbled.

“You are bi though.” You said, shuffling closer to bury your face in his neck.

“S’not the point.” Luke huffed. He sighed before rolling to face you with a smile. “I’ve got some good news though. I managed to convince the pricks to let me invite my family to come celebrate the holidays with us.”

“Oh god do they have to stay here eight years too?” You groaned.

“Nope.” Luke said, popping the p, “They’re free to stay for two weeks after that they have to leave or it will be treated as an act of invasion. I already told Leia as much. She’s excited to see me in person again.”

“Are they coming to our party?” You asked, propping yourself up on your elbow.

“Of course, I even told them about your white elephant gift exchange, and your ridiculous but practical rule.” Luke explained. “I did tell them to feel free to go crazy with how much they wanted to spend though, I am not sorry for being too tired after work to bother calculating the exchange rate between New Republic credits and your currency.”

You just smiled and kissed him.

I'm imagining afterglow Luke and omg he's so sweet and beautiful 🥺

anon, i’m gonna do you one better: imagine it’s the very first time you’re seeing him like this. the “grand finale” has occurred, you’re both lying there staring at the ceiling and panting as though you just tried outrunning a herd of fathiers. it was messy, it was clumsy, and it might have ended just a little too soon-but you loved every second of it. you can hardly believe it happened-with him. and as you look over to gauge his reaction, it seems luke can’t either.

he roughly runs a hand through his hair, blinking rapidly, and starts giggling. it’s the sort of giggle that spills out like a gush of spring water, almost effortless and full of ebullient joy. he cracks a toothy grin. “…wow,” he says somewhat hoarsely, cheeks a healthy shade of pink. “that was…” briefly he covers his face with both hands, searching for a word that apparently doesn’t materialize. “wow.”

“yeah,” you agree, turning on your side to really drink him in. luke mirrors your movements, forming his bent arm into a makeshift pillow. the gazes lock, hold, and you let your eyes travel along the body that’s no longer a mystery. in a little while, when you return to your quarters and your lonely bunk, you’ll ruminate on the exact taste of his salty sweat; the veins in his magnificent large hands; the wild, desperate look in his eyes as you fumbled with each other’s clothes; the sounds he’d made during the act, those shaky breaths and whimpers, the low moans and pleading that sent shock waves right to your center.

but for now, this is enough. to lie together companionably and enjoy the afterglow of it all, bask in the warmth of luke’s slightly tanned skin and the affectionate way he studies you. “you alright?” he asks, snuggling a bit closer.

“oh, i’m fine,” you hum, leaning in so that your noses practically touch.

“was it good?”

“you were wonderful. really.”

maker, he’s beautiful when he smiles. “so were you.” quick as hyperspace he plants a kiss on your parted lips. “really.”

shaking your head, you chase after the promise of another anointing from that sweet mouth and insist “luke, you’re too nice to me.”

he happily gives it to you and replies, “this is ‘being too nice,’ huh? well…i guess i’ll just have to keep doing it until you believe you deserve it. you free tomorrow night?”

you frame his impish face between your palms and bestow loud, smacking kisses on every part until he’s laughing and squirming against you. sometimes it still feels like a dream, his choosing you. “i think my schedule just magically cleared up.”

Adding my own favorite fictional men to the tags

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object