Lukeluke

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.”

I mean, am I isekai’ed as my main character (in this case Luke Skywalker) or just isekai’ed in general? Because honestly? While it doesn’t make much difference it does change what I selected from the second option to the first depending on which it is.

You get isekai'ed into the last fanfiction you WROTE

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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

This is making me think of a modern Star Wars au fic I am working on where Luke has a conversation with Din about how he isn’t sure if he’s f to m trans or gender fluid because he identifies as a he, but doesn’t want gender correction surgery because he still wants kids of his own, but also occasionally feels more feminine than masculine and still likes dresses and makeup and stuff like that. Din is like “I am the least qualified person to decide that for you, but I’ll support you no matter what you decide to do.”

For some reason the comments kept cutting me off randomly and wouldn’t let me copy and paste the whole thing so I’m just reblogging this to say what I wanted to say.

Not cis, not trans, but some secret other thing

I present to you, your usual Preeschool teacher x Single Dad au.

Thank you Dinluke server

Hey, Im Bon, this is my sideblog bc i got shadowbanned on my main…

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Your most recent comic page makes me wonder what a Rey & Luke vs Vader & Palpatine teamup would look like.

Snippet from chapter 11 of You Are Safe, You Are Home

Luke sighed as he sat planning out his garden while Din sat through council meetings. He hadn’t wanted Din working blindly so he decided to finally start planning out his garden. Ideally he’d like trees in it. Brylark, Dewdrop, Heart Berry, and Willow, specifically.

Brylark because he had a Wookie Padawan already who specifically wanted his lightsaber hilt to be wooden and it would be nice to have access to it for his temple, even at the cost of his own personal garden. Dewdrop because they were pretty and he really liked the fruit on the one occasion he had gotten to try it. Heart Berry in case he didn’t feel like the Dewdrop fruit, and Willow because it was an important part of folklore on Casiey’s home world.

Sadly because they were underground he likely couldn’t have trees in it, so he’d skip them entirely, even if something felt so right about adding trees to it. He supposed he could do two versions, one for if they could grow trees and one without. He'd have to talk to Din about it tonight.

He stretched as he leaned back in his chair. So far he’d planned mostly flowers, some ivy, and ferns. He wanted to add a few herbs here and there, but he wasn’t sure what to add specifically. Maybe some nysillin or twin-scented natterbloom? Behot was originally native to Mandalore; maybe he could plant some in his garden.

Luke sighed. He was getting nowhere with this.

Staring at the hologram of the garden so far he brushed his fingers over the flickering image of Queen's Heart. He had so many other flowers, multiple types of roses, black lilies, bluebell squish, aura blossoms, millaflower, vomur, vanserv, sunburst, sun-dew.

Star flowers would be hard to find now that Alderaan was gone but if anyone could do it it was Din.

So many other flowers he’d added, but he kept bringing himself back to Queen’s Heart, the flower his mother had planted all over Theed when she was Queen.

A choked sob escaped his throat. He wanted his mom right now. Wanted her to hold him and tell him everything was going to be okay. Tell him how she and his father managed to make things work when they had to be separated almost all the time. Maybe give him some tips about ruling an entire planet? He wasn’t sure, he just wanted his mother. Wanted some memory of her or something to keep her with him.

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