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When Biggs looks at him, just looks at him, something happens to Luke on both a physical level and a deeply emotional one. It's hard to pin down and it makes him mildly self-conscious because he can't control it but it feels good. Very good. It's the kind of feeling that makes the entire universe fade away so that he and Biggs are the only things left in existence; it makes something bubble up inside Luke, the kind of happiness that people write poems and love songs about. Luke isn't very good with words so all he can do is experience it, and he usually finds that those poems and songs get close but can't quite do it justice. And when Biggs

Luke had had plenty of time to think things through during the hours he spent gathering wood and building a funeral pyre. Eventually others would find out the truth behind his parentage and once that happened, even though he was sure the people closest to him would think no less of him for it, other people might. It was funny sometimes how people worked so hard to find patterns in things, hold people responsible for the actions of those they were associated with. Luke would be watched very closely and get criticized harshly for even minor mistakes. He was pretty certain that he’d have a very difficult time holding any position that re

With his face still flushed from the excitement of his first kiss shared with Biggs, Luke finally boarded the stolen Imperial shuttle to join the command crew for their trip to the Endor moon. Han had come to retrieve him while his fingers were still tangled in Biggs’ hair so he was sheepishly avoiding looking anywhere but at the floor as he climbed into his seat. “Sorry about the wait. Let’s get going.” The silence after he spoke made Luke look up and peer around the cockpit to find Han and Leia exchanging glances, as if they’d just been talking about him before he boarded. “What?” He was starting