Star Wars x Reader Inserts

the return | luke skywalker | 3/3

a/n: Third and final installment of The Return. The first-kiss addition to this story was requested by Tom-parkers-girl on Tumblr. Also, I honestly don't remember where I found this gif??? Maybe Tumblr? IF I DID PLEASE CLAIM IF IT's YOURS! I'm sO DuMB And DiDn'T SAve ThE URL!

But it's some sort of BTS shot where they were testing Mark with Han and Leia or something? But it's not Carrie and Harrison??? It's these strANGERS, but anywho. Enjoy!

summary: Upon the discovery of Luke's return, you try and deal with all of the emotions that that entails... and Luke isn't leaving any more chances up to fate.

warnings: Depictions of the Lars' deaths, tears, grief, A SMOOCHEDY SMOOCH

word count: 3.2 K

music: Moon by Sleeping At Last

"It's blue." You breathed, watching the blade carefully as it hummed and pulsed.

"Have you- have you seen one of these before?" Luke asked, adjusting his grip on the hilt of the saber. He could sense a wave of rigid hostility thrumming from your very core; the result of an onslaught of memories, perhaps imagery, that had tainted your view of the lightsaber. Your eyes flicked up to his, and you gave him a faint nod.

"When the Empire came... Lord Vader had one, but it was red."

"You met Darth Vader?" The blade distinguished as Luke's expression fell serious. You glanced at the distance between you and slowly made you way out from under the tent and nearer to Luke.

"Yes, when the Empire searched the city for some little droid, they nearly destroyed the place."

"They came here?"

"And took some of us back to their ship for questioning."

"Who went with you?"

"Carmie and several other farmers, some of your uncle's cousins. They let us all go when they were through with us, but not until they gave us these as a reminder not to side with the Rebellion when they'd left." You pulled up the sleeve of your tunic, revealing a red scar on your upper arm. Luke gasped and stepped forward, trailing the length of the blaster wound with gentle fingers.

Luke's ability to speak wavered as he studied the scar, as well as the frown you wore as you looked down at it. When you looked back at him, he offered you an apologetic expression. You pulled down your sleeve, allowing it to unravel itself as it fell. You fiddled with the hem as you spoke.

"I didn't want to believe them, and when I didn't find a body...I always hoped it was all a lie. But then you never came home. After time, I just settled with the inevitable."

"...A body?"

"At your Uncle's farm; I was the first to find them after they'd been -...killed. When they finally let us go, I ran out to your farm. I was scared, so I ran from the city. I-...He told me he had killed you, all of you, for harboring the droid. I had to see if it was true. And when I got there, I- I...I found-..." You voice faded as the scarring image of what you found rippled into your mind.

"And you found them," Luke concluded, his tone dropping as he realized the horrific state you had seen his aunt and uncle in, the same way he had returned to find them. It was something Luke had had to fight to forget, and even still, the memory of his family's bodies burning on the doorstep would forever be seared into his mind; the smoke of their charred flesh filling the sky was a smell that could never be released from his senses.