#team lucky

Team Brillante (Rescue Team)

Team Lucky (Explorers)

Team Dreamland (Gates to Infinity)

Team Zenith (SuperMystery Dungeon)

So I know this week is Lucky Thursdays, but I have two exams and I wouldn’t mind doing a few headcanons/drabbles, but if you guys can start sending them now up until maybe Wed. morning so I can start and have something for you guys to read on Thursday. I’ll be able to start and finish so i can study as well.

Thanks,

This is dedicated to all the Lucky Lovers out there and basically to the anon who thought of this. I guess this is Lucky Thursdays.

Lucky had never seen a holofilm. Well, if you don’t count the educational films troopers were forced to watch. He still remembers when your day off fell on the same as his he asked you what you were going to do with your first day off? Thus responding just watching a holofilm named ‘Mystery’, which was a suspenseful comedy that would leave your ribs in pain. Lucky shot her a look of confusion because he had never heard of this. 

“Is it educational?”

“No; have you ever seen a holofilm, for fun?” 

A blush illuminated the freckles that scattered across his cheeks and nose. A tug of kindness couldn’t help but pull at the young girl for the man who has been nothing but nice and protective, even if it was completely obnoxious and excessive. But, I guess it would be a nice way to thank him.

“Would…would you like to-to to watch it with me?”

With a nod, the two set off to get a permit to allow him in her quarters. 

It’s been many movies since the two saw ‘Mystery’. And the girl Lucky had deemed Angel had now had a permanent permit due to their movie nights. Every other week they would take turns and choose; this week it was Lucky’s turn and he had wanted to watch a horror film. He gave you the name and you’d find it.

“’No Face’, alright.” you sighed passing the chip to the trooper. 

He chuckled before setting up the film; it started and he sat on the pillows that were sprawled in front of the couch. 

“Yes, Angel.” He looked up to see those doe (y/e/c) eyes peer down at him from the couch. “Relax, it won’t be that bad. Nothing I haven’t seen.”

You sink back into the couch, pulling your blanket up. “Yeah, but I haven’t seen what you’ve seen,” you mumbled.

He gently laid a hand on your knee. “Nothing I can’t protect you from.” He waited for you to smile and when you did, he began the movie.

Throughout the whole movie, your eyes wide with fear as your body stayed frozen in its upright position. The lights turned on once the film was over and she stayed glued in that spot. Lucky let out a hearty laugh before turning around to talk to Angel.

“That ending was so trash! I mean you can’t kill him; he has no face, he has no body, right Angel?” His blue eyes peered up at the girl. “Angel?” His hand brushed against you and you jumped. You clutched your chest as you tried to regulate your breathing.

“Angel? Are you okay?” Lucky moved to sit next to you on the couch. He tentatively placed a hand on her shoulder.

“I-I’m fine. Thanks, Luck.” You stuttered out. “I think I will go t-to bed now.” 

You quickly shot up from your seated position and Lucky followed suit as you made a bee line to the doors.

“Well, um, that was a great movie, b-but I’m picking it next time.”

You avoided all eye contact.

“Ok, Angel.” His chuckle subsided when your body pushed against him and held him in a tight hug. “Oh ok, Angel. Well, I’ll see you later.” 

The blast doors open and she let him go and he left. Or so she thought. Lucky had been outside her quarters for about four minutes, telling those in passing “I’m on hall patrol.” Two minutes later you tiredly got dressed to dare venture to the depths of the stormtrooper quarters to retrieve Lucky. 

“Lucky?”

 You were startled to see the trooper standing in front of your quarters. He peered through his visors to see your sweaty, distraught figure with big red eyes.

Beforehand, he would always use your lip balm because, well that was the closest way he could get to your lips without making you feel uncomfortable. 

Every girl that has ever hooked up with him, talked about how he was such a perfect kisser. 

“I don’t know how, you have such little lips.” 

“Hey, size shouldn’t matter!” 

And of course, it didn’t when he first kissed you. It was just a peck but it felt like a million little pleasant stings on your lips. 

Now that he kissed you, he couldn’t get enough. Always pecking your cheeks, forehead, fingers, shoulder, anything that was accessible. 

His kisses would always linger like feather soft touches before he snapped back into reality.

 When you guys started dating, somehow he would always find you and his lips would be attached to yours. 

“Luc-what are you-go, you’re in the midd-game!” 

He teases you, dragging the tip of his tongue across the bottom of your lips because you would always whimper. 

Making out with Lucky always made you weak to the knees, a whimpering mess, always sighing when his hands caressed just the right places. Strong, athletic, calloused hands always in places it shouldn’t be.

 In public, he would kiss you behind your ear and nuzzle his nose in your hair, while you purred and sunk into his hold.

 (NSFW):  He’d leave wet, sloppy kisses all over your breast when he’s drunk, which would just make you a mess!

If you’re mad and you say “Kiss my ass.” he definitely obeys, with a little biting.

 Likes to leave a trail of bites and kisses on your inner thigh so when you wear skirts he can see it. 

The best kisses are the ones behind closed doors. 

The first time he ate you out, you cried in pleasure because those little lips knew their way around and his tongue could contort and snake in every way and motion.