a hand to hold
luke skywalker x fem!reader
a/n: so excited to start writing!! i’ve been storing fic ideas in my head for years, so i can’t wait to share them with you!! this is my first fic i’m releasing to the public, so please be kind!! i’m a perfectionist, so that has contributed to my delay of releasing anything plus my personal life also keeps me from writing sometimes. but i’m going to work on keeping an open mind and make writing a priority. not only for you guys, but for myself. anyways i hope you enjoy!!
summary: you got separated from your friends while the empire was taking over the base on hoth. you eagerly await your friends’ return to the rebel fleet when you overhear commander skywalker, who you just so happen to be in love with, has been seriously injured. aka luke gets shy about his new mechanical hand ❤︎︎
tw: a little angsty. fluff with a capital f. yearning. mentions of violence, cuts, and bruises. worrying. dread. kissing. hands. reader is from alderaan.
It had been hours since the evacuation of Echo Base and the Rebellion finally escaped the clutches of the Empire. The fleet drifted into space where other members of the rebellion were told to meet them. However, a general unease fell over everyone. Especially you.
Han. Leia. Luke. They were nowhere to be found. No one had seen or heard anything from them. You were the only one out of the four of you who had managed to escape with the fleet. You sat near communications waiting on any sign that they were okay. Your legs shook with worry. A lump formed in your throat and your palms had gone clammy. Rumors had quickly spread around that they weren’t coming back. That they had been caught. Hushed whispers filled your ears as members of the rebellion looked at you. They knew you were part of a quartet. They knew about Alderaan.
You figured they were concerned about you, but constant reminders of your loss wasn’t particularly helpful. Especially considering you could possibly be facing another one at this given moment. Flashes of your family and planet cross your mind. You didn’t think you could take another loss. They were your friends. People to lean on. How could you continue on without them? They were incredibly important in the fight against the empire. They were important to you. He was important to you.
You thought you had lost him on Hoth earlier. The same thing happened. No one had seen or heard from Luke after his patrol. Knowing this information, Han went after him. They didn’t return back for the night. The blast doors had to be closed in order to protect the rest of rebellion. You and Leia decided to keep each other company because you were both afraid and couldn’t sleep. After all, C-3PO wouldn’t stop telling you the slim chances of their survival.
Thankfully, they survived. But Luke had been badly injured. He was attacked by a Wampa. You watched as his body twitched in the bacta tank. You couldn’t stand the sight of him hurt. You’d trade places with him in a heartbeat just to make sure he was okay.
You wouldn’t leave his side after he came out of the bacta tank. You were the first one to visit him. The medical droid had just finished cleaning his face when you approached him.
Scars littered his handsome face. It filled you with worry as he looked towards you.
“The bacta seems to be doing well.” You spoke, taking a seat next to him on the little medical bed. His blue eyes following your movements. “It should be healed in a day or two.”
You reach out to touch his face, tracing his scars with your fingertips. You can’t imagine what the pain must have felt like. How scary it was to be attacked by such a large creature.
“Does it hurt?” You ask, examining him. He tilted his head to give you more access.
“No, I’m fine.” He stated, giving you a small smile. His eyes never leaving your face.
You brushed his hair back to examine him more. The dirty blonde locks feeling soft between your fingers. He spoke your name to get your attention. You hummed, still focused on his injuries.
“When I was out in that storm I….um.” He spoke. He looked down nervously. Fear took over you as you thought of him being lost in the blizzard. Not knowing whether or not you’d see him again. Whether or not you’d be able to tell him….
Your fingers went through his hair again. “I was real worried.”
He sat up and looked into your eyes. “You were worried?” He joked.
Both of you shared a laugh before silence came over you. You looked deeply into his eyes.
“But it got me thinking you know…” He looked down and back up at you, “I may never get the chance to…”
You furrowed your brows as he closed his eyes and deeply sighed.
You leaned closer to him, “What is it?”
He shook his head and looked down at his hands, letting out a small scoff.
“Tell me.” Your voice laced with concern. He looked back up at you. His eyes stared into your soul. He looked as though he was searching for something. A sign perhaps. You thought even with scars, he looked so handsome.
His eyes glanced to your lips for a quick second, before leaning in. This was the moment. He was finally going to kiss you. Butterflies filled your stomach as you leaned in as well. Your noses touched. Your lips inches away from each other. You were going to kiss Luke Skywalker. A moment you’ve dreamed of.
BEEP BEEP BOOP BOP!
Your heads turned towards the noise as R2 and 3PO walked into the room.
“Master Luke Sir! It’s so good to see you fully functional again!” 3PO exclaimed, standing next to Luke.
“Thanks, 3PO.” Luke stated and turned his head back towards you. You noticed this, so you turned your head back towards him. You both intended to finish what you started when Han, Chewie, and Leia barged into the room as well.
Now that your private moment had been ruined, you quickly stood up and moved over to the side allowing the others to visit him. And maybe escape before Han could tease you about it.
Luke muttered your name as you got up, looking defeated before Han began to speak. The rest became a blur in your mind. Han and Leia arguing. Leia kissing Luke which drew you way off guard and made you jealous. You quickly saying goodbye to Luke before catching up with Han and Leia to discover that an imperial probe droid had landed on the planet.
The evacuation started and that’s when you last saw your friends. Leia urged you to catch the last transport. You thought she was right behind you, but she wasn’t. Maybe if you hadn’t listen to her, you would be with them. You wouldn’t have to worry about their fate like you are right now.
“Commander _________” You heard, pulling you away from your thoughts. You looked up at the rebel officer. “We’ve gotten into contact with the millennium falcon.”
You shot up out of your seat as relief coursed through you, “What did they say?”
He hesitated for a moment, “They requested urgent medical attention for Commander Skywalker.”
You gasped, “Did they say what happened?”
He shook his head, “No. Just that they should be docking at the medical frigate in a few moments.”
“I need a ship to take me to the medical frigate right away.” You commanded.
“Yes, Commander.” He saluted and walked away.
You paced back and forth. Luke was hurt again. Trouble followed him everywhere since he blew up the Death Star. It wasn’t fair to him. He was a hero. You can’t imagine what possibly could have happened to him now.
The blast doors opened to reveal Leia and some man you’ve never met before carrying Luke by his arms. Chewbacca following closely behind with R2-D2 and C-3PO. Han was nowhere to be found. However, you didn’t have time to think about that right now.
You ran to Luke. His clothes were ripped and dirty. Blood, bruises, and cuts littered his face. He walked with a limp. He was hurting pretty bad. It broke your heart. But you were relieved that he was alive.
“See, R2? I told you she’d be here with the fleet.” 3PO spoke.
Leia and the man saw you running towards Luke and let go of him. His eyes met yours and you gently crashed into him, pulling him into a hug. Your arms wrapping around his neck. He winced as he muttered your name. His arm wrapped around your waist.
“Oh, Luke.” You whispered as you held onto him tight. A few moments you stood like that, not wanting to let go. But then you remembered that he was injured, so you slowly pulled away, careful not to hurt him.
You guided his arm to rest on your shoulder in order to help him walk to the medical cot. Your arm carefully placed around his waist. You led him to the cot and helped him sit down. The medical droid came to your side, ready to tend to his wounds. You leaned down to kiss Luke on his forehead, “We’ll talk after they finish, okay?”
He nodded and laid back.
You walked over to Leia, giving her a hug. Then you gave chewie a hug. He gave you a friendly roar and you smiled. “I’m so glad you guys are okay. I feared the worst.”
Leia caught you up on everything as Chewie and the man walked out of the room. How the hyperdrive on the falcon had been damaged and they had been chased by the empire. That the man you never met before was named Lando Calrissian and how he owned a mining colony on Bespin. That the empire had found them on Cloud City and captured them. How Han had been frozen in carbonite and taken by some bounty hunter named Boba Fett. And lastly, how Darth Vader set a trap for Luke to bring him to the Emperor.
“And we’re supposed to trust this Lando guy now?” You asked as you folded your arms. You hated what he did to your friends, to Luke.
Leia shrugged sadly, “He says he’ll help us find Han.”
You could see the worry in her eyes. You gave her a pat on the shoulder. After all, you know exactly how she feels. What it’s like to be worried about the man you love.
You and Leia stood near Luke’s side while the medical droid worked on his new hand. Luke held a comlink in his other. “Chewie, I’ll be waiting for your signal. Take care you two. May the force be with you.”
Chewie roared into the comlink and the three of you smiled at each other. Leia walked off somberly towards the window where R2 and 3PO stood. You stayed with Luke. You watched as the medical droid poked Luke’s mechanical hand to make sure it worked. How his fingers twitched with each poke. Luke opened and closed his hand multiple times. He picked it up and examined it.
You took his hand in yours and examined it as well. “First, a wampa. Now this.”
You both let out a little chuckle.
“You don’t think it’s a little weird?” he asked you, his eyes focused on your face.
You looked up at him, “What? Your new hand?”
He nodded.
You shook your head, “No. Why would I?”
He looked down, “Well a part of me is missing now.”
You thought it was so cute that he was shy about his new hand. You sat down next to him and brought his hand to your lips. You pressed small gentle kisses to each finger tip. His eyes shot up at you, watching your every movement. You pressed one final kiss to his palm and then leaned into it. Even if the hand was a bit cold and no longer flesh, it still held his softness.
“I love every part of you. No matter what.” You declared.
He stared deep into your eyes as almost if he didn’t want to move. He contemplated what to do next. His thumb started caressing your cheek. He brought his other hand to cup your other cheek. Your face being held in his hands. He brought you towards him and closed the gap between you two. Your lips met in a passionate yet soft kiss. You sighed into it. It was even better than you imagined. Electricity sparked between the two of you.
You both pulled away after a few moments. You smiled at each other. He was safe now, here with you. “I love you too.”
