One Of My Favourite Parts About Autistic People Is How You Can Use Other Peoples' Reflections Of Them

Reblog the writers’ fortune cookie for luck!

Does anyone else just randomly picture Luke Skywalker (Original Trilogy version not the Disney version) taking a bubble bath and just using the force to make the bubbles float in the air above him and around his head? Or is that just me?

Since a few people asked, I will be working on the DinLuke Anastasia Au and posting it on Ao3. I’m calling it In My Dreams, Shadows Call (You’re the Light at the End of the Hall) based on a line from my favorite song from the Broadway musical. My younger sister is helping co-write it because I was overwhelmed by the fact people actually want to see this. She doesn’t have an ao3 account (that I know of) and isn’t writing entire chapters, just parts of them. If the writing style suddenly changes, that’s why. I’ll be posting snippets of the story on hear as I write it. In the meantime Here’s a picture of Luke as Anastasia I’m working on

It really did get better 😂😂😂

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.”

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.

Quack quack

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.

Snippet from chapter 2 of Of Bolts and Bucket Hearts

“Mom, this is Din, my sahe’as, my boyfriend.” Luke said.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Padmé said. “Please take good care of my son. He means everything to me.”

“I noticed you speaking huesmic, were you a slave?” Din asked as they walked.

Padmé laughed. “No I was a queen and senator, but I married his father. He, Nia, and Beru taught me.” She said.

Din nearly tripped. Luke, actually tripped, luckily Din managed to grab him just in time to stop him from face planting into the ground. Luke flashed a grateful smile as he steadied himself against Din.

“You were a queen?” Luke asked. “Aunt Ru only mentioned you being a senator.”

“I was elected queen of Naboo when I was four teen. I ran for two terms. The people wanted to vote for me to stay in power for longer, but I refused. It wasn’t how things were done. After that I became a senator.” Padmé explained. “They insisted I keep the name Amidala instead of going back to Naberrie though. If things had been different I would have taken your father’s last name when we married. But, he was a Jedi and forbidden from marrying, so we had to do it in secret.”

She shook her head. “I haven’t been a Naberrie, Amidala, or Skywalker in a very long time though. All of them were too risky to use. When this war is over I’ll go back to my name, but for now call me Veré.” She said.

“Of course mam.” Din said.

“What name will you use?” Luke asked. “Naberrie or Skywalker?”

“I was thinking Naberrie-Skywalker.” Padmé said.

“Padmé Naberrie-Skywalker. I like it.” Luke said.

Din smiled as Luke and Padmé talked. It was good to see the mother and son catching up. It was like they’d only been separated a few months and not eighteen years. Like Luke had simply moved out and come to visit instead of a first meeting.