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Doubt I’m gonna marry Luke Skywalker or Din Djarin but hoping everything else comes true

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In My Dreams, Shadow’s Call (You’re the Light at the End of the Hall) snippet/ WIP Wednesday

“Okay, just a bit of mascara and you’re done okay?” Winter asked.

Luke nodded. He was so nervous. Even if he wasn’t getting a bad feeling with the force, he felt this was a bad idea. A thousand what ifs ran through his head. The worst of which was “what if Din hated this side of him after he saw it?”

“Flutter your lashes for a minute.” Winter said.

Like but his lip and did as he was told. Winter moved her hand to the other side of his face once he was done.

“Again.” She said.

Luke once again did as he was told. Meanwhile Leia let out a loud “aha” and triumphantly pulled out a dress from her wardrobe. Luke didn’t dare look until Leia was ready to show him. He’d made that mistake before and had to attend a ball with a black eye and Leia had to take anger management classes. He knew Leia wouldn’t hit him again, but she would probably shave his stuffed toys in his sleep. Or maybe she’d finally give up on being petty. In three years she’d be queen after all.

“There, you’re done.” Winter said, capping the mascara.

“Before you look, put this on!” Leia cried rushing over with the gown.

Luke gasped. It was a miniature version of their mother’s lakeside gown. Instead of the usual yellow, pink, purple it went from white to a sky blue. Luke tried not to cry. Leia knew that his favorite of all their mom’s dresses was the lakeside one.

“You have no clue how hard it was hiding this from you.” Leia said. “Rae-Lye spent months working on this for you. We’re lucky she used to be a tailor.”

Luke blinked in surprise. Din’s mom had made this for him? She’d been in on Leia’s plan? Luke couldn’t believe it. He ran his hand over the fabric. It seemed so well made, he’d have expected their usual tailor to have made it. A grin broke out on his face as he pictured Rae-Lye working on the dress in the servants quarters after a long day of work just to surprise him. He’d have to do something nice for her as a thank you.

He hurried to get changed. He was excited to put the dress on. To look like his mother. To wear something his best friend's mom had made just for him. It might be a bit tame for a ball, but he wanted to wear it regardless. He could dress it up with a shawl or cape like his mother did.

“How do I look?” Luke asked, giving a twirl and he stepped out from behind the privacy screen.

“Gorgeous!” Leia said, clapping her hands. “Come look at your makeup!”

Luke walked over to the mirror and gasped at his reflection. Winter had done an all natural look, except for the eyeliner which added a pop of sky blue to his face. He loved the way he looked. It was definitely better than when he did it, but then again Winter was trained to do makeup and he wasn’t.

I imagine Hunter felt this way but also the viewers, like that’s our girl! Our girl is all grown up now and going to fight the Empire. Where did the time go?

Now her Daddy's in the kitchen Starin' out the window Scratchin' and a rackin' his brains How could eighteen years just up and walk away Our little pony tailed girl Growed up to be a woman Now she's gone in the blink of an eye She left the suds in the bucket And the clothes hangin' out on the line

This song is Suds in the Bucket by Sarah Evans, and I think the chorus perfectly fits Tbb epilogue

Din and Luke told me to paint so I painted a Tatooine sunset. Not sure if I’m done with it yet, but I like how it’s turned out so far.

Uhm, would it be possible to do a letter from both Luke Skywalker and Din Djarin? Like not at the same time but a romantic one where the reader is in a polygamous relationship with both of them for your 1200 follower celebration? If not a romantic one with Luke is just fine. Something sweet, lots of pet names maybe spicy but not a necessity. I’m 24 but I don’t know if you can tell by my blog. If you can’t like I said spicy isn’t necessary. I work in a care home for the mentally disabled helping care for people who can’t care for themselves and when I’m home I work on a novel I’m writing. I’d love if either of those could be mentioned in it. I don’t really have anything specific in mind other than maybe mentioning my hobby of painting landscapes. Maybe I painted Luke or Din one in it? I dunno.

This was an interesting idea so I came up with a bit of a twist on my original idea. Instead of a written letter, let’s say Luke was recording a message for you and Din just couldn’t stay silent and had to chime in. They’re on a mission together for the New Republic…

Luke: waving to the camera Hi love! We hope you’re doing good at home. This mission is off to an interesting start.

Din: leaning into view with a sigh If by interesting you mean we got lost and almost crashed, then yeah, it’s been interesting.

Luke: pushes Din lightly Now, now, don’t upset our sweetheart, we’re all fine, totally fine. Things might not have started well but they’re on track now. 

Din: skeptical huff

Luke: sheepish smile So anyway, love, we’re here and we’re good, but we miss you very much. I hope your work isn’t too stressful today. You’re so kind and you take such good care of the people there.

Din: They’re lucky to have you, cyar’ika. He nods to emphasize his statement

Luke: all smiles Yes, just like we are. 

Din: Just remember to take care of yourself too. We don’t want you to wear yourself out.

Luke: Yes, maybe take some time to do some painting, it always seems to relax you. And you know how much I’m looking forward to seeing that one with Din and me that you’ve been working on.

Din: You’re very talented, cyar’ika.

Luke: You’re incredible, sweetheart, we both appreciate seeing the art you create. He shivers a bit It’s getting a little chilly here, I wish you could be here for cuddles. I guess I’ll just have to make do with our tin can man here.

Din: does his oh really? helmet tilt I’ll make us a fire, I wouldn’t want your little butt to freeze. He chuckles and looks at the camera I wish you were here too, cyar’ika, you’re much softer and you smell the best out of all three of us. 

Luke: sticks his tongue out at Din and starts a fire with his lightsaber 

Din: laughs Well, look at that, our Jedi has many tricks up his sleeve. You don’t have to worry, cyar’ika, we won’t be too cold without you, but we will miss you like crazy.  

Luke: softly smiling we’ll be home soon, sweetheart but until then remember how much I love you.

Din: I love you too, cyar’ika, with all my heart.

They cuddle up together by the fire and wave at you

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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 adore Tooka Luke with all my heart. He lives rent free in my head with Mando Luke.

nothing but luke as a lil catboyyyy

MANDO LUKE!!

wheelchairs and canes and glasses and hearing aids and every single other mobility aid should be free btw and if you disagree i hate you