"You'll find I'm full of surprises!"
Luke Skywalker x Reader One-Shots, Imagines, and Headcanons
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[On Hiatus from this book. Will continue at unknown date]
note: very short with MAJOR ANGST, main character death, depressed!luke (based off of Mark Hamill's thoughts of how he imagined Luke Skywalker's character in the sequels which i found in tumblr but somehow managed to lose the link)
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Legends don't get happy endings. When the lights fade, the applause ends, and the curtain falls, the hero seemingly has it all, but it rarely stays that way. The hero slowly begins to lose all that they've fought for until they eventually lose themselves, consumed by their sorrow and grief.
Luke Skywalker had it all when the war ended. He had found his purpose as a Jedi, won the war, and had married you, the love of his life. There was nothing more he could have truly asked for. He was content. If only he had seen the fall that was ahead of him.
It had all started when he was summoned by his sister for one last mission against the remnants of the Empire, lurking in the Outer Rim. It would only be a couple days, he had told you as he kissed you goodbye. Had he known what would happen next, he would've laid in bed with you a little longer and waited until the next rotation to leave, just like you had asked him to, but he hadn't known. In fact, it would be two whole rotations before he returned home to find the house ransacked and scorched. He had spent that afternoon digging through the rubble, only to find you still holding onto your only child from where the roof had collapsed, taking you both with it. Grief was not strong enough to explain his pain. He was in agony, feeling both overcome with guilt and sorrow. From there, things only digressed.
Years after losing you, he found himself kneeling beside his astromech, R2D2, watching in horror as his Jedi Academy burned and his students laid motionless on the ground around him. Everything he had built, both the New Jedi Order and the Academy, was crashing down before his very eyes. In one night, he had lost his nephew, the only son of his sister and best friend, and even worse, the fall of his students left the galaxy vulnerable to the next authoritarian faction to rise, the First Order. He had failed as a Jedi, and it cost him the rise of a new war, one in which he decided he wanted no part of. So he fled.
He fled from planet to planet, searching for a place that would fix him, that would save him. However, as he landed on Ach-to, the home of the first Jedi Temple, he realized that no place, no one could truly make him whole, not after all that he had lost, not after all of his failures.
So as Luke Skywalker watched the Millennium Falcon descend into the atmosphere from his meditation spot, undoubtedly here to whisk him away to the war he had worked so hard to avoid, he sighed to himself, "Legends never get happy endings, so why did I expect to be the exception?"
author's note:
this is very different compared to the one-shots i am used to writing, but i feel like this helps put Luke's characterization in the sequels into perspective. do i agree with how Luke was cast aside to make room for Rey? heck no, however, this side different side of Luke provides an opportunity for a different kind of connection with him, through sorrow and grief. just a thought i had while writing this. i hope you enjoyed the one-shot!
