#HLWeek

[otterandterrierwrites]

so, here's the situation:

I paused writing vampire au to start writing 5 times they didn't and one time they did for HLWeek, which became too long, so instead I wrote two other fics. And then I was going to write a smutty follow-up to the sex pollen fic, but that also didn't happen because I didn't have much writing time during the weekend, and...

sex pollen follow-up is about Han and Leia being like "hey what's up" after a sex marathon, which is what I did at the end of keep with me forward, so I need to figure out a way to make them not the same and I'm not happy with what I managed to write over the weekend (although then I came up with some ideas??)

in addition to that, because comparison is the thief of joy but also my buddy, I'm feeling insecure about my smut!

tl;dr: I don't know what to work on next

probably I will pick vampire AU, because I want to post it during october, and I know me. I kind of want to give another try to sex pollen follow-up right now to test those new ideas, but because of the feeling insecure about my smut thing, maybe I'd do best to focus my smutty abilities on vampire AU???

Idk, thanks for reading, thoughts are welcome

[han-leia-solo]

Han & Leia Appreciation Week Day 2: Carrie and/or Harrison (or Carrison) appreciation

Happy Birthday Carrie Frances Fisher

#starwarsedit #sw edit #swedit #hlweek #princessleiaedit #star wars #carriefisheredit #carrie fisher #princess leia #leia organa #hlweek2019 #hlweek2019day2 #gifs #a new hope #the empire strikes back #return of the jedi #the force awakens #the last jedi #the rise of skywalker

[otterandterrier]

Han/Leia Week 2019: Reuniting

“You know, no matter how much we fought, I've always hated watching you leave.”

#HLWeek #hanleiaedit #swedit #han x leia #hanleia #strwrsdaily #starwarshub #starwarsedit #han solo #leia organa #han and leia #stuff by me #my gifs are so ugly i'm in pain

[hanleiahothwars]

Han & Leia Appreciation Week 2019  

Day 3, October 22:  Domesticity 

I thought a lot about what “domesticity” would look like for Han and Leia, and I feel it would break down into two distinct categories:  During the Rebellion, and Post War.  

So this is Part 1:  Domesticity During the Rebellion

#HLWeek #hlweek2019 #day 3 #hanleia

[lajulie24]

Princesses, Spanx, and Role Models

My usual love letter to Carrie Fisher on her birthday, in honor of HanLeia Appreciation Week 2019 Day 2: Carrie and/or Harrison appreciation.

Dear Carrie,

Oddly, or appropriately, I thought of you the other day while contemplating a pair of shaper underwear at the store. Spanx (which sounds vaguely sadomasochistic, probably the reason for the name) or Skinnygirl (which I am not, not anymore) or something of that ilk, and ugly as sin. I remembered what a friend in college said when he saw something similar in one of the Victoria’s Secret catalogs (the ones that had magically appeared in every woman’s mailbox at school that semester): “If I took that off a woman, I would laugh.”

This is supposed to be about you, Carrie, not about the arrival of what I understand to be my own “middle-age spread” and my conflicting feelings about same. But it is about you, and about your legacy, I think.

Like many of us in fandom, I do adore young, beautiful Carrie. Nineteen-year-old Carrie, looking somber in her side buns or making mischief with Mark on set; twenty-one-year-old Carrie, doing press with Harrison or staring back at us with those luminous doe eyes and that perfect circle of braids; early 1990s Carrie on a book tour with short hair and impossibly perfect legs.

But the woman I still profess to want to be when I grow up (I’m in my forties, I’ll grow up any day now) is Carrie of the dry wit, Carrie of the eyeglasses and the ever-present dog and the brown hair streaked with gray, Carrie whose eyes were no less luminous framed with laugh lines, Carrie who reminded us that men are allowed to age and gain weight while women are hidden away like a nasty secret. Carrie who shared your struggles, who was so smart it scared the hell out of a lot of people, who was flawed and fucked up and fucking beautiful.

Would you have bought the Spanx, Carrie?

Maybe, because you understood the game and the rules and maybe you didn’t always love how every bit of your body fit into clothes either. And maybe not, because life was too short to worry about whether the bag you carry your brain around in was good enough for someone else.

I didn’t buy the Spanx, this time. Whether I did or I didn’t, at the end of the day I still have to wrestle with the body I have and struggle to love it. And I have an example of that from you, too. You didn’t have it all figured out, by any stretch. You struggled until the end of your life, and you owned it and made so many people feel less alone in the process.

That’s my role model. That’s our Carrie. Thanks for being you. Happy birthday.

#carrie fisher #hlweek2019 #hlweek #day 2: carrie or harrison appreciation #happy birthday space mom

[wishfulfanficing]

Through The Years...

#funko pop #star wars funko pop #han x leia #han solo #princess leia #han x leia week #HLWeek

[ellielstories]

Dream a Little Dream

For the last day of Han Leia Appreciation week, a little vignette that works on its own, or as a little bit of backstory for a scene in my “The Way We Get By.”  I’ll probably be putting it up on AO3 a little later today.

Hoth, Pre-ESB, Han & Leia, G

*

In the mess, there wasn’t a lot of room. Not a lot of decent food, either, but he at least wanted to sit down while he ate it. Scanning the empty seats, he spotted a couple of them--a buffer zone around Princess Leia. Whether of her own making or others avoiding her, he didn’t know and didn’t care. They were seats, she was pretty when she was mad at him, and he wanted to eat his breakfast. He breached the buffer zone of empty chairs and pulled out the seat right across from her.

She glared at him wordlessly as he dropped his tray to the table with a clatter, then flopped down into the seat itself.

“Morning, sunshine.” He smirked, then picked up a spoon and prodded the congealed bowl of gruel in front of him. The serving droid had said it was berry oatmeal, but it looked more like purple sludge.

“Are you going to eat that or play with it?”

He scooped up a large spoonful and put it in his mouth, making a show of enjoying it. It actually tasted significantly better than it looked, though he questioned whether it tasted like any berry he’d ever eaten. At least it was hot.

“What’s got you in a mood this morning? They sending you somewhere even colder?”

She may have smirked a bit herself, then shook her head. “No. It’s your fault.”

“You haven’t seen me in two days!” He ate another spoonful of the rapidly cooling breakfast. It would only be good while it was warm, which wouldn’t be for very long.

“I had a dream about you.” She looked him dead in the eye as she said it, and he nearly choked on the oatmeal.

“Ye--wha--yeah?” He sat back, away from the choking hazards of breakfast foods. “How’s that a bad thing?” This he had to hear--she was dreaming about him?!

“You were wandering around in just your bloodstripes, talking about how Corellians are three degrees warmer than ‘normal’ humans. How you were just so warm and toasty you didn’t need all your winter layers here. Or even your shirt.” She glared at him, as if he’d actually paraded through the command center and done this.

“That doesn’t sound like a bad dream to me.” He waggled his eyebrows at her, which only caused her to glare harder at him.

“First of all, it’s scientifically untrue. Corellians are not three degrees warmer than other humans.”

He helped himself to another bite of breakfast to keep from rolling his eyes. Then he frowned, as it had cooled more than he’d expected, changing the consistency into something gummy.

“That’s what’s got you all riled up?”

“It was more the shirtless gloating.”

Pushing the tray away, he frowned again, at her this time. “But I didn’t even do it!”

“Why don’t you ever seem cold here? Everyone else is freezing.”

“Chewie and me are both from warm planets. I keep the Falcon warmer than the rest of this iceball.”

“You’re hiding in there, staying warm.”

It wasn’t untrue; he shrugged. “Would it be easier for you if I did wander around shirtless? I can do some work inside on the Falcon that way later today if you wanna swing by.”

She let out a huff of frustration, then abruptly got up from the table and stalked out of the mess.

He swirled his spoon through the congealing purple goo in his bowl, and smiled as he watched her go. Maybe he’d do a little work on the power supply later, just in case.

*

#hlweek #hlweek2019 #My fic #han x leia #star wars

[yoyomarules]

Han and Leia disagree on decor. Written for Han and Leia Appreciation Week as run by @han-leia-solo, for day three, prompt: "domesticity". Rated T, straying towards M.

Leia, perched precariously up on his shoulders with a paintbrush in hand, dressed in a little pair of shorts and an old, threadbare t-shirt, narrowed her eyes. ‘If you think you can trick me into saying yes to the green just because I’m focusing, you’re sorely mistaken, flyboy. I can multitask.’

#han x leia #hlweek #my fic #sw fic #star wars

[hanorganaas]

HANLEIA APPRECIATION WEEK: DAY 5 ♛  Tropes & Cliches - Girl Saves Guy & Fix-it

AU where Leia saves Han in the Force Awakens

“I HAD THAT COVERED PRINCESS”

“Like hell you did, you’re welcome by the way Nerf Hearder”

#hlweek #hlweek2018 #theforcesource #han x leia #hanleia #han solo #leia organa #kylo ren #star wars #gifset #gif warning #mine #just so you all know i love kylo you little shit #but this was too funny to resist #its all for fun

[strrne]

Han & Leia week

day 6:  Endor

Han should’ve gone full-on forest pixie right along with her

you know I’m right

#hlweek #han solo #leia organa #hanleia #han x leia #return of the jedi #of course of all the prompts #i was gonna pick this one #forever partial to rotj and endor #.....turned out a bit sillier than i intended #coulda made the outfit a liiiiiittle bit less ridiculous #stepped over the line w/ the hair #i'm sorry han #anyway i digress #always enjoy hanleia week sm thank you to the organizers & participants<3 #star wars #fanart

[han-leia-solo]

Han & Leia Appreciation Week Day 4: Firsts

#swedit #sw edit #starwarsedit #hlweek #han x leia #han solo #leia organa #ours #gifs #the empire strikes back #a new hope #star wars #hlweek2019 #hlweek2019day4

[otterandterrier]

Han/Leia Week 2019: Bespin

“I don’t trust Lando.” Leia pulled away from Han and sat on a plush white couch. “Well, I don’t trust him, either,” Han said as he sat down beside Leia. “But he is my friend. Besides, we’ll soon be gone.” Trying to keep the sadness from her voice, Leia said, “And then you’re as good as gone, aren’t you?”

#HLWeek #hanleiaedit #swedit #han x leia #hanleia #strwrsdaily #starwarshub #starwarsedit #han solo #leia organa #han and leia #stuff by me

[hanleiahothwars]

Han & Leia Appreciation Week 2019

Day 6, October 25:  Through the years

This one was more difficult for me to depict since I don’t support or believe in NuCanon, but there is a world of much more palatable fanfiction of an adventurous but lovely life for Han and Leia through the years.  Just off the top of my head (so don’t be offended if I left you out), definitely check out the works of  KnightedRogue,  erindarroch, and  justinegraham.  

Also, these drawings by the supremely talented Leela Starsky perfectly capture how I see the gang years down the line (but with Chewie, too!) – and certainly view her other Han/Leia art because it is phenomenal.

#HLWeek #hlweek2019 #hanleia #future

[lajulie24]

Tramps Like Us

For Han and Leia Appreciation Week 2018 - Day 4, Favorite Quotation. This one goes out to @otterandterrier who got this stuck in my head as a Scoundress song.

They were on the run, again. It was almost a constant these days, like no mission would be complete without including at least one mad dash for their lives.

As they rounded the corner, Han marveled a little at how well Leia could keep up, given the length of his legs compared to hers. And given that he’d been on the run nearly his entire life.

Leia slowed briefly to pick off two of the closest troopers—pew! pew!—then ramped up her pace again to catch up with Han.

His comm buzzed. “Little busy here, Kid,” he said to Luke. “We’re fine, just gotta lose some friends. Yeah, good idea. We’ll catch up.” He and Leia ducked down an alley, one Han hoped wouldn’t be another dead end.

He’d have to remind Luke to downplay this little detour when they got back to base. They’d only recently managed to spring Leia from the cage High Command had tried to keep her in after she’d refused to go into hiding, and hearing about yet another close brush with Imperial troops might inspire them to ground her again.

Which would be colossally stupid. Not only was Leia a hell of an asset in the field, but confining her to the supply closet again would just be a different kind of death sentence. Not that most of them could see that.

“Ha-ha!” Han exclaimed with relief. Not only was the alley free and clear, but there was an extra bonus waiting for them—an unattended speeder bike. Now they could really make up some time.

Hotwiring the starter was a quick job, and Han was about to tell Leia to hop on when he caught sight of the look she was giving the bike. It was almost—hungry.

“You know how to drive one of these?” he asked her, and the hungry look became a stone-faced glare directed at him.  He shook his head. “Stupid question. I’ll shoot,” he said, and he’d barely gotten on behind her when she took off.

Holy hells. She drives crazier than I do, he thought, as she snaked them through alleys, between buildings. “Hold on!” she yelled, taking another sharp curve. Han’s thighs were gripping the speeder for dear life, one hand around Leia’s waist and the other firing at the troopers following them.

Leia’s driving was like—Leia. The best of Leia. Bold, a little reckless, but with a surprising amount of strategy and control. Always a few steps ahead.

It was wild. They were wild, screaming through the boulevards on their way back to the ship, dodging blaster bolts and hearing the wind whip past them at every turn.

In between blasts, Han had somehow managed to get Luke on the comm.

“He made it to Chewie. They’re bringing the Falcon closer,” he yelled in Leia’s ear. “Other side of the—the hell?”

Leia saw it at the same time: looming straight ahead, a traveling fair with a small amusement park, crowded with beings. Both the perfect place to throw off their pursuers, and the worst possible place to lead a pack of Imperial troops.

She made a hard left, heard Han swear behind her but knew he was still holding on. They needed a hiding place, somewhere to stash the bike while they blended in among the fair-goers.

No question this situation was serious business, but Leia couldn’t help feeling a bit exhilarated at the chase. She’d felt wild, free, the speeder bike and the blaster like a part of her being, secure in the knowledge that Han was by her side—or in the present case, right behind her—at every turn.

“There,” he pointed out, like he’d anticipated what she was going to do next. She followed his gesture to a small bend off one of the alleys ahead and slowed the speeder to a stop.

“Hell of a royal drivin’ school they must’ve had,” Han said, and Leia recognized his tone well enough to take it as a compliment. She was examining her hair in the rearview mirror, tucking windblown strands back into her braids. “Hey, what’re you doin’? No time for primping.”

She appraised him quickly, recalling how he’d told her earlier that she was “too polished” to be believable as a fellow smuggler. “You need to get a little rougher,” he’d said. “Dirty.”

She flicked a sweaty piece of hair away from his temple. “You’re a little too rough to be my date for the fair,” she said. She licked her thumb and rubbed a bit of dirt off his cheek. “Need to clean up.”

He grinned at her. “C’mon.”

But Leia had a new idea. A disguise, of sorts. “Give me your vest,” she said, and when he did, she put it on over her own. She untucked his shirt, patting it a bit when she was done. “There. Now you’re messy with purpose.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Now can we go to the fair?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

It felt so strange to be strolling through the fair, Han’s arm draped around her shoulders, like they were a couple out on a date. So slow. Too slow. Something about running felt better, felt right.

She used to like lingering in a feeling, taking time to absorb where she was. Savoring it. But there was no savoring back at base, only time. Too much time to fend off the memories that plagued her brain. Too much time for the sadness that overflowed any container in which she tried to hold it.

Here, at least, it was safe to slow down. Han was her friend. He could protect her, she could protect him. And soon enough they’d be running again.

They passed the hoverwheel, the “Scrambler,” the fortune-telling booth. On the other side of the fair was the clearing where the Falcon was parked. Just a little ways to go, and then they’d be on their way back to base. Another successful mission.

She’d have to remind Luke not to make too much of their little escape.

Then she saw one of the agents pursuing them, and without thinking pulled Han into the closest hiding place she could find.

“Really playin’ it up, aren’t you?” he joked, and that’s when she realized she’d pulled him into the kissing booth.

She didn’t say anything, but directed him with her eyes and a nod to the space outside the booth. He got it, and nodded.

His breathing—both of their breathing—suddenly seemed impossibly loud. And Leia was now aware of how very close Han was to her. They were in each other’s air.

Voices outside the booth came closer, and Leia felt Han’s arm circle her waist, pulling her to him. His other hand, she knew, was at his blaster. She did the same. Pretending couplehood, preparing for battle.

The voices faded away. Either the agent had left, or he’d managed to set up a trap for them. Either way, there was only one thing to do. Han released her waist, his hazel eyes moving down to her face. “Ready?”

She nodded.

They burst out of the booth, blasters ready, tearing off through the rest of the fair, running again. It was madness, it was wild, it was real. It was, in a strange way, joy. They were out on a wire together, the clearing just ahead, the troopers behind them again as they broke away from the crowd.

But Leia no longer cared about the troopers, the danger. 

This is what I was born to do. What he was born to do. They were no longer running away, they were running to. To Luke and Chewie, to the Falcon, to the Rebellion, to each other. To freedom, to life. Baby, we’ll never go back.

Together we can live with the sadness I’ll love you with all the madness in my soul --Bruce Springsteen, “Born to Run”

#HLWeek #HLWeek2018 #star wars #han x leia #hanleia #myfic #han solo #leia organa #born to run #bruce springsteen #day 4: favorite quotation

[wishfulfanficing]

Birthday

Harrison watched his wife sleep. Her hair was splayed across her pillow and her eyes fluttered slightly as he brushed his fingertips across her cheek. “Mmm what’re you doing,” she muttered, turning her face into the pillow. 

“Good morning, beautiful,” he cooed. “Happy birthday.”

She turned away from the pillow and beamed up at him. “Thank you, baby.” She sat up and leaned in to kiss him. “I think I’m officially old as fuck.”

“Watch it, there, Fisher. If you’re old as fuck, what does that make me?” 

She kissed the top of his nose. “It makes you OLDER than fuck.”

Harrison snorted and kissed her. “Careful there… don’t piss off the older than fuck guy who knows what your present is.” After her 60th, she’d made him promise not to get her gifts, but he couldn’t resist. They’d settled on experiences as presents - going places and doing things together, with and without their girls. She’d read somewhere that experiences made people happier than things, and he believed it. 

Carrie nuzzled her face into the nape of his neck and he couldn’t resist kissing the top of her head. “Let’s see if I can guess…” 

“Good luck, sweetheart.” He wiggled his eyebrows and grinned. “You’re not gonna get this one.” 

She sat up, pulling the blanket around her shoulders as a draft blew through the open window. “Is it somewhere warmer than her?” 

Harrison laughed and pulled the blanket up to her chin. “A little… sometimes… in the spring and the summer…” 

“Can you at lease tell me… does it start with the letter A?” Harrison shook his head, his gray hair getting tossled in the process. “The letter B?”

“Dammit… I know I should have picked a place later in the alphabet.” 

Carrie laughed and it melted Harrison’s heart. “I got it… I got it.” Her face was suddenly serious. “I think I know.” 

He cocked his head to the side. “Where?”

She looked at him, her face somber. “Bosnia.” 

Now it was Harrison’s turn to laugh that big belly laugh that made him throw back his head and nearly close his eyes. She was the only one who could make him laugh that way. “The fuck? Bosnia?”

Carrie shrugged. “It’s a place… that starts with a B… and is warm in the spring and summer…”

Harrison shook his head and wrapped his arms around her. “Where have you always wanted to go? Somewhere that starts with a B… and is romantic… and beautiful… and warm…” He punctuated each sentence with a kiss on her temple. 

She looked at him, eyes wide. “Oh my god. You didn’t.” 

He grinned, seeming to read his mind. “Bora Bora baby!” 

“FUCK! Holy shit… holy shit… the kids?”

Harrison shook his head. “No kids, just us.” He squeezed her tight. “Just you and me. We leave tomorrow.” 

Carrie laughed. “Right, tomorrow… because the trailer comes out tonight.” 

Harrison giggled. “Just Han and Leia, then you and me.”

#HanLeiaWeek #carrison #rpf #carrison RPF #HLWeek

[ooops-i-arted]

Han & Leia Appreciation Week:  Hope

I’m still slowly but steadily working my way through a reread of the Thrawn trilogy and the prompt “hope” made me think immediately of expectant parents Han and Leia and all the hopes they have for their twins.

#and just how well Zahn writes them. they're so cute in those books #HLWeek #han x leia #otp #star wars #han solo #leia organa #fanart