#lefaym

Happy birthday to me!

2:What scene did you first put down?The very first scene, where Leia is teaching Luke how to dance. That was the original prompt, just that, but then I tried to figure out WHY she was teaching him to dance, and then realized I had the capability to use ALL THE TROPES EVER, so... I did. :)

11:What do you like best about this fic?I don’t write slow burn very well normally. I lose patience or run out of reasons for them NOT to go ahead and give in. I think I did okay here. I liked the tension that I built up before finally letting them go at it. :)

So, do we get to see them continue the discussion later? :D

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

By this point, six months into his time with the Alliance, Luke was used to not really having a place to call his own. He slept wherever he was assigned to sleep, off on missions more often than not, or training with other pilots. They tended to find an empty bunk in the barracks and crash when it was time for rest.

So he was surprised to discover how pleased he was when he learned that his new promotion came with his own permanent quarters on Home One. Exhausted after a mission, he arrived on Home One ready for his first night’s sleep in his own--really his own--bed. He just needed to find out where it was.

“Oh sure!” said the flight officer. “Right here, I’ve got your assignment. It’s 344-C. Two decks down. The signs should point you in the right direction.” 

If Luke heard a burst of laughter behind him as he was leaving, he didn’t think twice about it. 

The quarters in 344-C were much larger than he expected, and more welcoming as well. He’d look at it more tomorrow, but for now all he cared about was the bed. Luke peeled out of his flight suit and threw himself through the refresher--his own! no more sharing!--and then fell into the luxurious bed and was quickly asleep.

He woke with a start when the overhead lights came on, and he heard a familiar voice. “Luke?”

Luke sat up, blinking owlishly in the light, trying to figure out why Leia was in his quarters--and realizing a moment too late that he’d crawled straight from the refresher into bed. He scrambled to make sure the blankets were securely in place. “Leia?”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“Your bed, this is my bed.”

“I’ve been here for two months, I’m pretty sure it’s mine.” Leia folded her arms, just eyeing him.

“But--when I got here, the flight officer gave me this assignment...”

Leia groaned. “Who was on duty?”

“Janssen.”

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“Wait, so he--”

“Sent you here on purpose? Yeah.” 

“But why?”

“Never mind why,” Leia said, and her cheeks were turning pink.

“Leia, I am so sorry. Let me just--er, get dressed and I’ll--”

“No, you don’t have to.” There was a light in her eyes that he hadn’t seen before. “I mean, if you don’t mind a little gossip, you could stay.”

“I don’t care about gossip.”

A slow grin grew on Leia’s face. “Then scoot over.”

Ooooh, y’all are going after all of the angst today. :D First of all, I’ve never quite forgiven @persian-slipper for making me associate the Indigo Girls’ “Ghost” with TFA-era unrequited (or just unconsummated) Luke/Leia. That STILL hurts. ;)

It was better that way. If, as the years passed, people wondered why Luke Skywalker never married, well, it was easy enough to point to the old Jedi code. Easy to make a virtue out of vice. Easy to pretend that his heart was still his to give, and he just chose not to.

A little piece of his soul withered every time someone praised his dedication.

You ever write something that you wish you could take back after you wrote it, but you can’t because it’s right even if it hurts? Here we are again, on the Luke Skywalker Oh-Shit-I’m-In-Love-With-My-Sister Guilt Train.

He thinks Ben knew. As a child Ben was eerily perceptive. One afternoon, during one of the last times Luke had visited their home, as the two of them sat side by side in the study, Ben had asked, “Do you hate my dad?”

I couldn’t imagine that little Ben wouldn’t have picked up on all that pain flying around, even if he didn’t understand it.

“No!” Luke had laughed, because the idea was so inconceivable. Hating Han Solo for the situation made as much sense as hating the wind on Ahch-To for a sandstorm on Tatooine. “No, Ben. Han’s my best friend, my brother.”

“He makes you sad, though.”

Confession: I like that wind metaphor a little too much.

“No he doesn’t.”

“My mom, then.”

“Neither of them makes me sad.” He’d hugged the boy, who was often sad himself, and Luke didn’t know how to fix it. “You’re my family, all of you. That makes me happy.”

Luke had always tried not to make a habit of lying to children, but he’d discovered that it was sometimes necessary. The boy’s namesake would have appreciated the irony.

Poor Luke. Now he understands why Ben couldn’t always tell him the truth about things. Also, I hope get a glimpse, somewhere in canon, of the relationship that Luke and Ben had, because I can’t imagine that it wasn’t close, and it’s gonna rip my guts out.

Ben had let it drop, but Luke knew he wasn’t satisfied with the answer.

Luke still wonders what he could have said differently, that day or any other, to keep Ben firm in the light. He wonders if it’s too late to save him, and if he even would, given the chance.

Remember when I used to have some shame? I did,...

I think I got to know you after you lost the shame. >:)

Yeeeeeah, once I decided to start writing twincest it was kinda all downhill from there.

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Remember when I used to have some shame? I did,...

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