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    Luke Skywalker was, despite what his sister occasionally implied, a grown man. He knew what a crush felt like, unfortunate and inappropriate as it was. He was self aware enough to recognize his own feelings. It wasn't anything new

    What was new, however, was that, for the first time in twenty-nine standard years, he'd found himself in the mortifying position of having no sithing idea how object of his affections felt about him at all.

    And that, he’d eventually come to realize in the worst possible way, was something he was fundamentally unequipped to handle, let alone survive.

    Five years after the war, Luke Skywalker is perfectly well adjusted, thank you very much. Sure, he's plagued by the chronic aftereffects of his injuries from Death Star 2, he's being run ragged by a fifty year old toddler, and he might harbor some inappropriate feelings for his padawan's father — who now also happens to be his roommate. But he's fine.

    The whole coughing up flower petals thing is new and a little weird, but it certainly isn't anything super dangerous.

    ...Right?

    Written for the DinLuke Week 2026 Day Two Prompt: Tending to each other's wounds.

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    The first time they’d done this, in Ilya’s bed, Shane had been mystified at Rozanov’s insistence that he not enter the nest without Shane’s permission. Now, Shane feels something akin to smugness flexing its claws in his chest. A primal satisfaction at the rightness that he is the one with the power - at present, if not for much longer - alpha just outside the nest and at his mercy.

    Like Shane will only yield for someone who has earned it. He can draw out Ilya’s suffering just a little longer, make him earn it.

    Shane rakes his gaze over the delicious chest and bicep muscles bunching above the edge of the nest. “Waiting for something, Rozanov?”

    “Are you going to let me into your nest, omega?” His pronunciation of the endearment is more Russian than English, accent thickening around the syllables.

    “Depends. You gonna give me your knot?”

    “Hm, does not sound like begging yet to me.”

    Some months after Shane recovers from rejection sickness in Ilya's bed, they share their heat/rut together at the cottage, both clinging to the delusion it's still casual.

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