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2stepadmiral · 1 month

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Something I love about Luke, Leia, and Han is that before the Skywalker twins reached their mid twenties, the trio shared about three braincells.

I mean, before the Death Star, Leia and Han probably had a respectable amount each (Leia needed to be smart as an up and coming Rebellion leader and Han definitely was clever as a smuggler and conman), but after that first argument in the detention hall in the middle of a desperate firefight that culminated in a dive into the trash compactor, some cosmic alignment of their inner natures mixed with the will of the Force resulted in both of them being brought down to Luke’s level.

Now, over the years, they all became much smarter and better at working together, but right from the death star onwards for the first few years, they shared about three brain cells. Individually, each of the three were in possession of maybe one at all times, and were decently competent on their own. Luke was a great pilot and field commander, Leia was a fine strategist and mission planner and inspirational leader, and Han, of course, was a very competent smooth talker and mechanic, as well as a brilliant pilot. But put them together in a room, or on a mission together, and usually one of them is going to end up with all three brain cells while the others are up on their shit.

Luke usually ends up with the brain cells when Han and Leia are bickering. The slightest thing sets them off, and suddenly Luke is the voice of reason, which she is very much not used to being.

“I thought you said this was a shortcut, not the front doorstep to an Imperial station for the sector.”

“Hey, I’ve slipped through this way a dozen times before, and never had any trouble. You were supposed to be monitoring the base.”

“Oh, sure, captain, blame me for you forgetting there is an imperial outpost over here.”

“ < exasperated sigh> Alright, Chewie, let’s power up the guns, and hope that these two don’t crash into a Star Destroyer.”

When Leia has all three, it’s usually because Han is on some reckless Corellian daredevil kick, and Luke is in adventure crazed teenager living his dream mode and is too focused on his x-wing or his squadron to see the big picture. Both mindsets are often at least indirectly because of the influence of Wedge Antilles and Tycho Celchu.

“Luke, stop fiddling with your X-wing, we have a scouting mission.

“One second land, I’ve almost got the inertial dampeners just where I need them. Wedge and I were talking, and I think if we have these in sync during our next mission, we should be able to reduce drag by 1.56%.”

“You can finish when we get back.”

“ Wait, we’re not taking Rogue Squadron?”

“<sigh> what part of scouting mission did you miss? and where is Han?”

“I think he’s with Wedge and Tycho.“

“Oh no. What laser brain stunt did they dare him to try this time?“

“…Well, they might’ve said something about flying the falcon through the gap of an imperial two communication tower?”

“Kriffing Corellians. And you didn’t think to order Wedge and Tycho to stay away from Han?”

“…Han is good for squadron morale.”

“<sigh>”

And on the disturbingly, frequent occasions were Han is in possession of the brain cells, it is, without fail, because Leia is in full devotion to the cause of the rebellion mode, and Luke is in strange-mystic-Jedi-shit-is-calling-me-and-I-must-answer-the-call mode.

“Hey, princess, are you still on that Agamar campaign?”

“The people of Agamar need our help, Han. I need to figure out a way to neutralize these Golan batteries.”

“Um, sure, OK, but we’re currently on a completely different mission, and I kind of need you to be ready to mail the guns when we get there.”

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be just fine when we get to Ord Mantell.”

“Ord Mantell? Uh, this is a mission to Taris.”

“What? oh, you’re right, sorry. I’ve just planned so many of our next few missions, I kind of forgot, which one we’re on.”

“… When’s the last time you ate?”

“I’ll eat once I figured out how to bring down these Golan shields.”

“…Hey, Luke? Any chance you could talk her worshipfulness into having some rations? …Kid?”

“ what? oh, sorry, hon, I was reading this account on spirituality by Plo Koon, and I thought I might’ve heard Ben’s voice coming from the engine room.”

“…Ben Kenobi is dead, Luke.”

“I know, Han, but sometimes, I can hear his voice through the Force, guiding me, helping me. I’ve been trying to research why and have been reading these journals Ben had in his home on Tatooine, and…”

“Kid, when’s the last time you ate anything?”

“…, now that you mention it, I’m not sure.”

“…”

Moments like these are frequent until maybe half, and after Endor, these moments become very occasional and much more casual as the trio becomes closer and more accustomed to each other’s quirks.

“I thought you fixed the deflector oscillator before we left!”

“I did! Don’t blame me if the Alliance stuck me with substandard parts.”

“Save it for later, you two, or you’d better let me and Chewie take over while you sort it out. I have a Star Destroyers coming up on our bow, and Zsinj would love to hear that the Falcon was shot down.”

“Fair point, kid. Will discuss this later, princess.”

“Fine by me. I’ll try and get those shields dialed in.”

Or,

“Luke, I need you to come with us. I’m meeting with the Queen of Naboo, and I need you as an escort.”

“Sure, Leia. Let me just finish these adjustments and I’ll be ready to fly. Oh, no X-wing?”

“Not this time. Have you seen Han?”

“I think that he went to help Wedge and Tycho perform reflex tests on the new rogue squadron recruits. They should be down at the gorge.”

“With speed bikes, I presume?”

“I think so, but Han told me to tell you he would be careful. And wear a helmet.”

“Well, I guess that’s something.”

Or,

“Han, give me my data pad, I need to prepare for the meeting with the delegation from Ryloth.”

“The Twi’lek research can wait until you finish your supper, Leia. It’s in the gallery, I made plenty, and don’t come back until you’ve had at least two portions. You need to keep your strength up while you’re helping to build the New Republic. Mon Mothma can’t expect you to do everything without even having a proper meal every now and again.”

“… Can I continue while I eat?”

“Not until you’ve had at least one full plate. <sound of grabbing a holocron> You too, kid. You need to stop making me be the responsible one around here.”

“Han, you know that I can just grab that back from you with the Force?”

“Yeah, and what kind of message would that send to the galaxy about the new Jedi? They go around stealing holocrons instead of just eating their dinner like a normal person? Go on, have some food. I made some Karkan ribenes with tomo-spice.”

And right around the time they start figuring this dynamic out, they start to notice that Chewie is less irritated with the three of them. Little do they know, because, again, three brain cells shared between the three of them, that Chewbacca has been actively trying to loan them any of the hundreds of brain cells he’s accumulated over the course of his 200 year long Wookie life and has been furious with how unresponsive to his wisdom they have been.

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otterandterrier · 1 year

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New Year’s Hothin’ Eve | LEGO STAR WARS: Celebrate the Season

Happy New Year, from Han and Leia! (+ Echo Base) 🎉

#hanleia #swedit #swcreators #hanleiaedit #gifstarwars #starwarsotedit #starwarsedit #han solo #leia organa #han x leia #lego star wars #star wars #stuff by me #poor chewie <3

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reu-draws · 2 years

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Impromptu naptime on the Falcon. It's the three year gap between ANH and ESB and they had some downtime. Outfits are a blend of comics and ESB.

Mostly I'm just proud of the dejarik table and Leia's face.

(she got a pillow because Han is a total wife guy even before he had a wife)

Also there are NO good references for the cargo hold that covered every part I needed, RIP

#my art #star wars #luke skywalker #fanart #leia Organa #han solo #chewbacca #chewie #millennium falcon #HanLeia #Han x leia

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kaylawritesfics · 2 years

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hii!! if requests are open could i pretty please with sugar on top get a luke skywalker and reader fic (kinda enemies to lovers) they dont hate the other but theres always snarky comments thrown at each other?? until she gets drunk one night and is realllyy clingy to him, she falls asleep on his shoulder and has to carry her to bed bcs she wont go without him?? and ofc han and leia are having the time of their lives watching this! Happy ending please. Thanks 💕

do you hate me? || l.s

summary: your childish rivalry with luke comes to a sudden halt when you have too much to drink one night

pairing: luke skywalker x fem!reader

WARNINGS: swearing, drinking, arguing

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a/n: i made the reader and luke just like constantly arguing over little petty things i hope that’s okay :)

“Luke!” You hissed out, your current bad mood apparent by the heavy stomps of your boots as you stalked up to him.

The way he stood there between Han and Leia, acting all innocent, as if he hadn’t just taken your brand new tools and hidden them before you could help Chewie work on the Falcon, angered you more than anything.

“I know you took them!” You were in his face before he could even comprehend what you were accusing him of.

“Took what? I didn’t take anything!” Luke defended himself, raising his hands up in defense of himself. Luke truly hadn’t taken them (you hadn’t seen Han’s eyes widen in fear nor had you heard him discreetly kick the small box of tools out of your sight), but he felt his anger flare as you scoffed in disbelief.

“Okay, how about we settle this calmly.” Leia interjected, wedging herself between the two of you and placing a hand on either of your chests in an attempt to keep you separated. “What have you lost, Y/N?”

“My brand new tools. I know you took them, Skywalker. You always use my tools and never return them.” You rolled your eyes. You recognized how petty the argument seemed to be but truthfully, you were annoyed and all you wanted to do was help Chewie finish repairing the Falcon.

“What! I didn’t take them. I always return your tools! You’re just picking on me!” Luke protested, weaving his arm around his twin to point in your face. You slapped his hand away harshly.

“Whatever, keep them, you little kleptomaniac.” You relented, noticing the glare Leia was throwing between the two of you. You turned around, abruptly walking away from the trio.

“You two are exhausting to be around sometimes.” Leia sighed, rolling her eyes. Luke’s eyes suddenly laid on the small toolbox sitting suspiciously behind Han, who merely smiled guilty at the twins.

“Han!”

The next morning, a furious knocking on your door woke you. Checking the time, a surge of anger fell over you. Who in their right mind would be pounding on your door before 7AM?

“Leia, if that’s you coming to tell me about some kind of boring meeting, I swear to maker.”

The knocking never stopped as you neared closer to the door. You swung it open to reveal Luke, his hand still ready to knock and a exasperated look on his face.

“Look, I didn’t take your tools so will you please just give me my jacket back? You know, it’s my favorite.”

“Luke, it’s 6AM. I did not take your fucking jacket.” You went to close the door, but Luke quickly stuck his foot inside, effectively stopping your efforts. On the other side of the base, inside the Falcon, Han laid still sleeping. His head rested on a clump of yellow fabric that coincidentally looked just like Luke’s missing jacket.

“Oh, come on! You were mad at me because you thought I took your tools, which I didn’t, by the way, so you stole my favorite jacket.” Luke concluded, a smug smile on his face as he basked in his assumed victory. A scoff and a roll of your eyes demolished his smile quickly.

“Luke, listen to me carefully. I. Did. Not. Take. Your. Fucking. Jacket.” You calmly punctuated each word with a sharp jab to his chest.

“I know you-“ Luke was cut off by you slamming the door. On the other side, he huffed, turning to walk away, more annoyed than he was when he first knocked.

That night, after a long day of fighting the empire, your friends decided to go out for celebratory drinks. It was safe to say that you had a little bit too much to drink by the time the night was over, clinging to Luke, who was less than thrilled by the invasion of personal space.

“Luke” You dragged out, pouting as he removed his arm from your grip for the third time. Han and Leia watched on in amusement, ignoring Luke’s pleas for help.

“Aw, come on, Luke. How could you say no to that face?” Han teased, referring to the prominent pout on your face as you settled for laying your head gently on Luke’s shoulder. Leia stifled a laugh at her brother’s expense.

As you reached again for your drink, Luke gently stopped you by grabbing your wrist and shaking his head. You huffed, laying your head back onto him. Luke sighed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to make sure you were stable. Leia and Han shared a knowing look.

“Why don’t you send her up to her room? It’s been a long day and I’m sure she’d be much more comfortable in her bed,” Leia suggested as you began to softly snore on Luke’s shoulder. Luke nodded in agreement, softly shaking your shoulder in an attempt to wake you without startling you. Your eyes fluttered open and you whined at the feeling of being awake.

“Why don’t you go up to bed? You seem tired,” Luke tried to persuade you, standing up to let you out of the small booth the four of you shared.

“Will you come with me?” You sleepily asked, grabbing onto Luke’s hand as you stood. Luke’s eyes widened and he sent panicked look at Han and Leia, who only shrugged and laughed in response.

“I guess I will,” Luke sighed. Your hand signals indicated that you wanted to be carried and with much reluctance, Luke picked you up off the ground and carried you back to your room. He struggled for a moment to open your door.

“Y/N? I’m gonna sit you down for a second so I can open the door, alright?” His soft voice rang through the air as he carefully placed you on the ground, holding onto you until he was sure you wouldn’t fall. Opening the door, he quietly led you inside.

Luke took a moment to admire your room which seemed so much like you. His eyes landed on a picture of the four of you framed on your nightstand. Han and Leia stood beside each other, Han’s arm thrown carelessly around Leia’s shoulders. You and Luke stood next to them, subconsciously leaning into each other. Luke smiled tenderly at the photo.

He led you over to your bed, sitting you down and crouching so he could remove your shoes. He decided that your clothes looked comfortable enough to sleep in since you were already falling back asleep as you sat there. Your voice broke his concentration as he untied your shoes.

“Luke? Do you hate me?” You asked, your voice smaller than he had ever heard before. Luke looked up at you, bewilderment filling him completely.

“What? No, of course I don’t hate you, Y/N. Why would you think that?”

“We argue all the time. I just didn’t think you liked me very much,” You laid your head down on your pillow as Luke finished removing your shoes. A prominent frown made its way to his face as he recalled the petty arguments the two of you often shared.

“I don’t hate you, Y/N. Do you hate me?”

“No, I like you. I really like you, Luke,” You were falling asleep now. Your words made Luke smile bashfully, the true meaning of your words was clear.

“I like you, too, Y/N,” He grinned, pulling your blanket up to tuck you in, kissing your forehead softly before leaving.

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darren-douglas · 6 months

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Some Star Wars Concept art from my Concept Sketchbook over the years

See more at https://darrendouglasart.com/

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chloe-skywalker · 18 days

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So I've been working on a lot of things.

Some Eddie Munson stuff and some Billy Hargrove stuff (including stuff that you guys want a part 2 to).

But I'm working on even more.

I've got everything layed out to do a STAR WARS Series . . .

And I'm almost 10+ chapters into a Series that's a crossover.

Say anyone interested in a SOA x Mob!Bucky AU crossover story? Cause it's coming along and fast. I'm almost on a second composition book.

Jax x reader (past)

Opie x sister reader

Mob Bucky x reader

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harmfulb1tch · 6 months

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Small Han solo x reader blurb I thought about while riding the millennium falcon attraction at disneyland last week.

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It had been a very risky mission. The cargo was very precious and Jabba needed it in perfect condition. What you all weren’t expecting was for the Galactic empire to catch you as if they were expecting you. Your thoughts: Jabba set you up for not paying his money back.

What you weren’t expecting either was for Han to stay back to try and slow the guards down while you and Chewie escaped with the cargo. This meant you would have to actually pilot the Millennium Falcon while Chewie was the copilot.

You two did manage to escape, but the ship didn’t go untouched. You had never piloted before, you were the Gunner. Your job was only to hit the targets while escaping. Your boyfriend was going to be pissed, with a capital P. You received a message on the com of the ship that he had managed to escape with a smaller ship and met him in Tatooine.

When you landed the ship (quite bumpily) you feared Han’s reaction. He loved that ship as if it was his child. His literal child. There would be times in which you were jealous of the ship.

Hopping off the ship, you saw Han’s face of horror when looking at the ship. As the door lowered, Chewie grumbled in his own anger, saying that it was all your fault and that Han couldn’t be mad at him.

“H-Han? I’m sorry, you know I never pilot and I tried to do my best! I know you love this ship a-and you can have all of the money from my part to fix the damage. P-please don’t be mad-“ he cut your rant by immediately pulling you into a hug. He squeezed you tightly against his chest, you felt like he was holding onto you for dear life.

“Forget that. I’m just happy you’re okay, doll” he was practically shaking while hugging you and you just hold on tighter against his chest and closed your eyes, breathing in his scent.

#fanfics #han solo x reader #han solo #star wars x reader #star wars headcanons #star wars #han and chewie #chewbacca

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americancowgirl19 · 2 years

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Cuddle Time

Summary: After a bad day Chewie gives you some cuddles

Warnings: fluff, stress, reader has a bad day

Reader: Gender Neutral Reader

Pairings: Platonic Reader x Chewie

Word Count: 622

A/n: Requested by @baddestbitchofthedecade - Need some fluff! General Reader had a bad day, and our favorite Wookiee goes to cuddle them ❤️ - It’s been a while since you’ve requested this so hopefully this can still give you some fluffy comfort!

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Your cursing could be heard all throughout the Falcon. Everyone steered clear of you, Han had actually dived into a vacant room when he saw you marching down the hall. Your temper was infamous and today exceeded all others.

Everything that could go wrong did go wrong. Everything from something as big as the Falcon breaking down again to you stubbing your toe against a table. it didn’t help that you haven’t been sleeping and that everyone would rather avoid you than ask what was wrong.

You knew you were a tornado when you were pissed but sometimes it would be nice for someone to ask what was wrong or ask you how they could help. 90% of the time you wanted to be left the hell alone, but everything was becoming too much. Your shoulders were suddenly too heavy. It would be nice if someone would help lift the weight.

By the time hopped out of the hatch you were in trying to fix the Falcon’s new problem you released you had completely missed dinner prompting you to shout and kick the wall. You were beyond done.

You marched to your room - rolling your eyes when you saw Han’s panicked look when he hurried out of your way. You didn’t blame him, he already had to deal with Leia’s vicious moods, he didn’t want to add yours to the list.

Everyone on this damn ship had someone to go to. Luke had the Force and all the ghost that came with it along with Leia. Leia had Han and vice versa. Hell, even 3CPO had Luke and Leia. Luke used to try to help you out, but you were never the nicest and he ended up just letting you have you space every time.

You let out a long sigh and you collapsed on the bed. You barely touched the mattress before you hissed in pain and reached behind you. You groaned and tossed the holopad to the side before laying back down.

It felt like two seconds later when someone knocked on the door. You told them very politely to go away. Instead of doing as told, the door slides open and the large harry Wookie comes in with a tray of food.

“Thanks, Chewie,” You mutter, sitting up. He roars softly and hands you the food before sitting beside you. He motions for you to eat it making it clear he wasn’t going anywhere. Instead of getting angry you just give him a grateful smile and eat until the trey is clean. “It’s been a long day, Chewie,” You groan.

He huffs and pulls you into his arms. You laugh at the suddenness. He growls and rubs his head on top of yours. Eventually you relax and snuggle into his arms like you used too when you had trouble sleeping. Chewie used to be your person - Wookie - you would go to when things got heavy but the two of you had drifted. However, with Han so busy with his pregnant girl you figured he had time for you again and you were happy about that.

His arms engulfed your body and the heat from his fur warmed your chilled skin. Eventually, you felt yourself falling asleep. The security Chewie’s heavy arms gave you lured you into a deep dreamy state.

A couple hours late, Leia had come barging into your room needing your help, but Chewie didn’t hesitate to growl and scare her off. Leia held her hands up and waddled away. You shifted in Chewie’s arms and the Wookie tightened his grip purring to help you stay asleep.

Chewie knew you needed the rest and damn anybody who thought they were going to interrupt it.

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otterandterrierwrites · 2 years

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Sometimes people can surprise you, like when I write a sequel I hadn’t promised to anyone for a fic I wrote five years ago and it’s like, so random.

You might remember the creativelly titled Hair as “The one where Han Solo gets rid of his sideburns”. The sequel is “The one where Han Solo gets an Imperial haircut and is made fun of”.

Please read and enjoy! 💖

#hanleia #han x leia #han solo #leia organa #han and leia #star wars fanfiction #luke and chewie are also present #2022 #oneshot #rated G #period: preesb

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kittystargen3 · 1 year

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Hello Everyone, Fanfic.net recently fixed their stats glitch, and to celebrate, I have a new chapter up. Below is a small snippet. Go to one of my links to read more.

Summary: Alternate Universe- What if Anakin's mother survived and Anakin never went dark side. Padme has the twins on Tatooine and survives. Anakin tries to help the surviving Jedi, while still keeping his family secret. Meanwhile Darth Sidious has been crowned emperor and is going after the remaining Jedi. Rumors have it he's looking for a new apprentice. Anakin gets to be a daddy.

Chapter 91 - The Yarroogona Mate's promise

After finding success in several battles across Kashyyyk, the Alliance had taken over the majority of Imperial sites across the planet, and freed the majority of wookiees from their captors. It only stood to reason that their tactics would soon need to change.

Though Han had only recently joined the rebellion, he had been trained in one of the empire’s own military training academies. Thus it did not surprise him when new orders came in. It only stood to reason, after they took over the planet, their focus would shift to defense. The Empire wouldn’t be too happy about losing Kashyyyk, with its mines and its slaves, after all.

Chewy made it clear, he was still a part of the rebel army, even with two kids in tow. Han didn’t know what it said about their life before, but Waroo and Yavi were more at home on the rebellion base than any of their soldiers. And they were almost calling him Uncle Han, or the Shyriiwook version.

“Roooooooooogh, Raaaavraaaaaaaah” Yavi called out.

Han waved as he approached the youngling. Technically what Yavaaroo called him was 'Relative Messy-man,’ but Han wasn’t being particular. The later part was Chewy’s favorite nickname for him in Shyriiwook, and the first was a big improvement from ‘Friend Messy-man’ which is what they started calling him. In Wookiee culture, it is a big thing for an outsider to be accepted as family. In time, they'll get it.

"Hey Yavi, I'm looking for Uncle Chewy. Is he in?"

"Ra…" Yavi responded, only to be interrupted by a louder call from inside the quarters.

"Graaaaaaaraaaarh," Chewy said, inviting him in.

“Hey Buddy.” Han stepped around Yavi, into the apartment Chewy and his kids were using. “Did you hear the news? We’re going to Thick-no, what was it? Thicky…” Han became tongue tied over the wookiee pronunciations.

“Haaaaaaakkkkaaaaaaannnnaaaa,” Chewy corrected.

“Oh yeah, Thikkiiana, that’s it. Yeah, we’re going to their space-ports to mount a defense perimeter around the planet.”

“Raaaaaawr Rwoooorrorro,” Chewy moaned.

Han sympathetically put a hand up on his friend’s forearm. “I know, I know.” Ever since he and Chewy came to Kashyyyk, his friend had been hoping to move west. In Rwookrrorro, the capital of Kashyyyk, was an imperial stronghold. The Rebellion didn’t have the strategic manpower to take it over yet, but they did have them encircled, and eventually would fight them when an opportunity arose. Of course all the promises of eventually didn’t mean much to a man whose hometown was in its borders. Gosh, what more of Chewy’s family must still be enslaved there?

“But we have to keep the imperials out. If they send in an army of reinforcements, all our planning will be for naught,” Han argued.

Chewy nodded. He was brave when he had to be. Han respected that.

“You know what else I heard. We are joining unit Two-Three-Four in Thikkiiana. Leia is with that unit.” Han’s hand unconsciously came up to push his hair back. “Say, do you think I should bring her something? We don’t have much available right now, but one of the Wookiees was selling home-made jewelry at the base today, and I traded for this.” Han held up a necklace made with red and blue beads, and a single piece of carved bone.

“Graaaaaaaaaaaaah” Chewy seemed to like the idea. He gave Han a rough pat on the back, and growled happily.

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natalie-82 · 1 year

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haechanhues · 1 year

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Corrupted

pairing : haechan x (fem)reader

genre : smut.

warnings : established relationship (kind of). corruption kink. porn without plot. oral (f. & m. receiving). unprotected sex (please practice safe sex). choking. haechan!dom / reader!sub dynamics. reader is a brat. marking. the endearment ‘good girl’ is used. body worship (in a particular way). also this is like the first time i’ve actually tried to write smut so if it’s terrible be nice about it pls and thank you. minors do not interact.

summary : all you can focus on is him and how much you wish he’d corrupt you like so many times before.

word count : 4k

@k-labels

part two

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playlist : heaven - taemin / into you - ariana grande / volcano - han / under the influence - chris brown / venom - stray kids

The sunset view from the car is beautiful. The chewy orange blending within the whitewashed light blue. It’s truly heaven on Earth, you imagine. An infinite picture of how glorious the world can be. Yet, your attention isn’t on the sky. Nor on the beautiful red wine dinner you had tonight. You were neither drunk nor high. What you were, was a woman in need of her man to wreck her. To have his way with her in a way she believes only he knows how.

Said man lazes back into the leather car seat, eyes half lidded and dragging across your body with an appreciative gaze. The hand that was lazily drawing naughty pictures along the fabric of your silk dress all night now has a grip on your hair, experimentally squeezing and tugging at the roots.

You eye him dutifully as he wraps the soft strands around his fist, his tongue peeking out to swipe against his bottom lip. Your pussy aches for him. But you wait, betraying the need in your body in order to please him.

It’s a skill of yours, to still look so innocent whilst you’re on your knees in front of him. So compliant. So soft. Even though he knows what you taste like when your mouth is drunk on lust and your cunt is dripping with arousal. What you smell like. What you feel like.

And it’s all thanks to him.

You are the result of his corruption.

He smirks a little at the thought, letting his fingers cascade down your face, tickling the skin before he grips harder at your hair, the skin around his mouth becoming taut as he uses a bit of force, ‘My good girl.’

God.

Pleased with the nickname, your palms brush over his stomach, his body slightly tensing as you make to grab at the waistband of his pants, tugging at them pleadingly. With a dark look smoothed over his face, he drags them down, eyeing you with challenge as he’s left in only his boxers.

Feeling a rush of bravery, your knee slips in between his legs and your mouth claims him. His lips are soft and your body heats at the feeling of his. Surprise overtakes his features only for a second, but lets you take charge, not bothered at all by your longing. Your head tilts as your tongue licks against his, timid and unsure. He only smiles at your hesitance but doesn’t make any effort to take the lead.

Accepting his smile as permission, you feel a surge of confidence and deepen the kiss yourself, your tongue more confidently brushing against his own, the subtle taste of cinnamon almost bursting in your mouth. You can’t help the way you melt into him, your fingers reaching upwards to sift through his gorgeous locks of hair before your nails drag down his neck and across his shoulders, electrifying him with pleasure. He hums into your mouth, planting both of his hands on your hips with a firm grip, holding them in place. You want nothing more to sit on his lap and to feel the fabric of your panties lick across your clit, but you remain kneeling. It’s torment. Your chin drops onto the curls on his head and your lips together in a futile attempt to keep quiet.

But he knows you so well.

It’s almost like he designed the way you felt pleasure. How you thought about pleasure. Every sensation was designed by him.

Feeling your need, his right hand drops from your hips and you shudder at the way his palm dawdles down your front until it meets the skin on the back of your thigh, every hair on your body raising with anticipation. Taking his time, his fingers are a caress as they circle the expanse of your upper thigh before his palm slots in between your thighs like a puzzle, his thumb kissing your slit.

Your breath hitches and you pull a little away from the kiss, your mouth opening at the feeling. Your thighs press together and it causes the most delicious feeling of torment to crash behind your eyes. His eyes flutter open as he gazes at you knowingly, his pupils blown wide and the tongue that runs across his bottom lip teasing.

“You alright, baby?” He asks, his voice laced with such a dark lust, you almost moan at the sound.

“Mm-nnng,” You whimper against his mouth as his fingers cup your sex and your hips jerk involuntarily, ‘Yes.’

‘Yes’ He mocks in a high pitched tone, and it’s so red the way he says it. Almost murderous. The colour of blood. The texture of velvet.

His fingers circle your clit over your panties, teasingly sweeping and igniting the growing feeling in your core. Little mewls of lust escaping your mouth as you throw your head back, exposing your throat to the man in front of you, his eyes dancing as your wet arousal coats his fingers. His breath tickles the length of your throat as his mouth hovers over your neck, enjoying the way moans are being pulled from your chest when his fingers enter you. No matter how much he wants to wreck you with his fingers this very instant, wreck you with only his hands until you forget your own name, he wills his hand to halt its ministrations. You whine, wanting him to move, needing him to move. Always needing. Just the way he likes.

Haechan paints your throat with his kisses, groaning at every reaction, feeling his cock become harder and harder with every experimental touch. Sweet kisses pull breathy giggles from your throat, your own hands cupping and squeezing at your tits. Open mouthed kisses have your hips seeking out their own pleasure, rolling back and forth in his hold in search of that delicious friction. More desperate than you have ever been. Pleading with him to have his way with you. Please. Just please. Kisses where his bottom lip dawdled behind the rest of his mouth to meet each new press of his lips had you a fidgeting mess, your hands grabbing at anything. His elbows. Arms. Hair. Your dress.

Your pretty but pesky dress.

‘Take off your dress,’ Is a whisper as much as it is a demand and he removes his hand from your core. Haechan swipes at the bottom of his mouth with the very same fingers that were dripping with your wetness, your arousal and the taste of your cherry lip balm left behind on his lips.

Obedient and docile, your thumbs hook around the end of your dress, pulling it upwards, letting the man in front of you appreciate the way your body is slowly being exposed to him. With a lick of his lips, his thumb pulls down at your bra, your nipple perking up excitedly. His thumb circles your left breast lethargically, gazing at the way your breast dimples with the slightest press of his fingertips. It’s when he touches the nipple that your back straightens and your eyes fall shut briefly. You await the torture you know he’ll make you endure. Instead, his thumb remains gently stroking, approving of the way your nipple starts to harden under his flirtatious attention.

Unable to help yourself, with his hand still remaining at your breast you reach forward to kiss him again, this time much sweeter and innocent than the previous. Seemingly. He abides by it, loving the way you smell. Loving how warm you are. You’re liquid honey and he’s nothing but weak to it.

Suddenly a slight rush of pain in his lips has him looking at you confused and pleasantly surprised, coming to the conclusion that you’ve nipped at his lips playfully whilst he was lost in your kiss, wearing a smile so daring and so like the cheeky girl he knows you can be. He can’t help the slight smile that graces his lips when you attempt to soothe the small bite you’ve subjected him to, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips in apology, one that leaves his mouth tingling. You could kiss him for hours - how soft his lips were, how perfect, how him.

Those were the lips that have you brought you to heaven so many times after all. It’s only fair to pay tribute.

He exhales as you fall to your knees in front of him again, his erected cock as hard as it can possibly get, pleading to be removed by the constraints of his boxers.

And you pride yourself on being a good listener.

Your palm reaches in and pulls his long cock out, your mouth watering at the sight. He’s so pretty. Much prettier than you’d think a cock could be. So effortless pretty.

With a mouth with a mind of it’s own, you lean forward, licking a large stripe from the underside of the shaft, licking upwards to meet the tip. Haechan hisses at the sensation of how warm your mouth is, his knuckles white. You smile, wrapping the tip of his cock with your mouth, tasting the slight taste of his pre-cum with a little moan. Though you make no effort to suck him off. Only mouthing around the tip of his cock.

Impatiently, he grips the back of your head, seeing your willingness to thoroughly enjoy his sounds of equal frustration and pleasure. Needing to punish you, he hisses, ‘You enjoy teasing me, huh? Think it’s fun?’

Without waiting for your response, his hips lift and his hand pushes down on the back of your head, groaning at the true feeling of your mouth and throat. Your mouth opens wider to allow for his cock to have access. A surge of pride rushes through him. You take him so good. So well.

Pleasure overtakes his senses as he grips harder at your hair, daring to go deeper each time he pulls back. Sadistically loving the way you gag around his cock and the crescent moons your nails leave behind on his legs. The ends of your hair has fanned outwards and they tickle against his skin. He smiles as he slides out of your mouth to briefly check on your state of being, loving the way your chest is heaving with every large breath of air you inhale and exhale.

There’s his good girl.

‘So good to me, baby, aren’t you?’ He licks his lip again, your fucked out expression only managing a sweet, obedient nod.

Taking that as permission he continues to fuck your face, thrusting back and forth with more vigour, groaning at everything. The warm and wet feeling of your mouth. Your tongue rubbing along the tip. Your desperation to see his pleasure. To reach that feeling where he has no control at all and you have it instead.

Knowingly, his waist drops as his posture straightens, his cock falling out of your mouth. It’s messy and your thighs squeeze together at the thought that your mouth had been there. Your mouth was on that pretty cock. That cock was down your throat. And you loved every second of it. He did too. You look at him as if he had disappointed you, yet he only looks at you expectantly. Waiting.

Your turn.

With a fixation on the tip of his cock, you kitten lick it once again. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek at the teasing you can’t help but commit. But his annoyance disappears as your hand reaches up to wrap his cock in a fist, gliding back and forth along the slick shaft. Your mouth opens and your tongue extends, his cock almost bouncing in the cave of your mouth and against your tongue. He groans at the feeling and you look at him.

So innocent and yet he can see what corruption has done to you. He exhales a small laugh, his fingertip brushing at your cheek. You can’t help but smile back at him, getting slightly bashful as he takes the time to admire you. His smile only widens at you, looking at you in a way that you can’t help but pause your naughty ministrations to slump forward to rest your forehead on his hips. He cocks his head. You’re shy again.

Not letting your bashfulness get completely in the way, your hand returns to its back and forth and you line kisses on his shaft as an apology. But he’s not mad. Not really. You’re starting to get desperate again. Your mouth laying claim over his cock, gagging as you take him deeper and deeper. He moans with such a feral ferocity that you can’t help the whine that escapes you, lighting him with sensual fire.

He needs you. Now.

‘Lie down,’ He orders, motioning towards the leather seats. Swallowing, you follow his orders, your legs slightly spread apart. With a smack of his lips, he peels your underwear down your legs, the air cooling against your exposed slit.

His ring clad fingers pry your thighs further apart, letting his body fit between them unabashedly. He smirks at the sleek arousal almost dripping out of your pussy, taking great delight in the way you eye his fingers and mouth. Long ring clad fingers. Soft, wet and pretty mouth.

Smugly, his arms hook under your thighs and pry them apart even further, allowing easy access to complete ruin. Your greed for it evident in your eyes. Drinking him in.

The first kiss to the inside of your thigh has you whimpering and he lets his kisses float against the skin.

‘Move....please, move.’ You plead.

He gloats against your skin, licking against the outer lips of your pussy. It tickles but all you can let out are whimpers. Unable to tame the beast inside of him anymore, he licks at the swollen clit. Loving the way you writhe for him.

Your mouth gapes open at the sensations that overtake you. Pure pleasure running through your veins and taking your body as a hostage. You can hear the sounds Haechan makes when his mouth comes into contact with your pussy. Messy popping sounds that drive you to unspeakable lengths and back with each swirl of his tongue. He sucks at your clit like the lollipops he consumes was made for this one purpose.

You moan loudly as he licks one torturously slow long stripe along your sex before blowing on it. A shot of cold air has you electrocuted and your mindful grip on the seats has turned almost violent on his head. Your hips grind onto his mouth enjoying the feeling of his tongue. Untamed. He slaps your ass swiftly and you gasp as flecks of delicious pain jolt your body into attention.

His mouth pulls away from you in challenge, his eyebrows dancing as you glower at his retreating figure, ‘I’m just getting a condom, baby.’

Your glower deepens and you reach for him again, pulling at his collar. A dangerous and risky move. Sometimes it gets you punished. But you’re incessant. Begging for him to continue. Pleading for him raw. Always wanting him.

He smirks as he theatrically places his middle finger on the hood of your clit, enjoying the way you squirm ‘You’re always needy, aren’t you?’

He’s teasing and he doesn’t expect you to respond. Not when his mouth returns to suck at your clit and his fingers dip into pussy. You’re relentless and you’re moaning so loudly at the pleasure he can’t help the way his need to have you come on his mouth transforms to a primal sort of want. He curls his fingers with trained precision thrusting in and out whilst his mouth is kissing and sucking at any angle that has you screaming louder.

Trapped in a gaze like molten lava, coming is the easiest thing you’ve ever done. Like a knot becoming undone, your legs and arms loosen and your head falls towards the flat surface of the car seat. Yet you’re not finished. You know you’re not. You may of had his fingers. You may have come on his tongue. But you wanted to be wrecked by his cock. You wanted him to completely have his way with you. To fill you up. Your desperation is silent this time as you remain in your position, waiting for him.

Haechan places a soft purposeful kiss on the inside of your thigh, a contrast to the dark chuckle with a sardonic texture that tickles the skin. He’s slow and his eyes are burning into you with a heated challenging glint, ‘Have you been taking your birth control?’

You bit your lip as you nodded.

‘Good girl,’ He purrs, letting the words affect you like his hand would. His mouth shining with your arousal painted on his mouth. With a last parting kiss to your thigh, he straightens, letting his clothes slacken.

Soaking up the way you’re watching him, he brings both his hands through his hair before removing his leather jacket and t-shirt. You marvel at the subtle lines of muscle along his abdomen and stomach. Snickering at the pleading eyes of yours, he shuffles closer, letting you grip his hips and grounding him against your pussy, moaning at the sensation.

‘Impatient,’ He murmurs, dragging his boxers completely down his legs before tossing them to the side. He glowers at the way you blink at him innocently and he knows he’s going to have to set some rules. Splaying out the total length of his hands on your stomach before beginning its ascent to the place he wants it, collaring your neck.

‘I think I’ve been lenient with you tonight, yes?’ He cocks his head, his tongue briefly licking at his bottom lip and your eyes zero in on the action, incredibly horny. Glaring down at your lack of focus, his pelvis thrusts into the gap between your legs and his hands slightly squeezing at your neck, noting the way your eyes roll back in pleasure, ‘Answer me.’

‘Yes,’ You nod, the obedient little lamb once again.

He’s so hot. So incredibly mouth watering in front of you like this. Dominating and devilish.

‘So you’re going to be a good girl for me?’ Haechan demands and you nod. You just want him. Need him. Forever needing him. Only him. If he wanted a good girl, he’d get a good girl.

'Yes,’ You whine, your voice increasing in both volume and pitch.

Haechan’s eyebrows lower in warning before grabbing his cock in his hand and gliding it across your slit once, his tip grazing your clit. You mewl as you grip your thighs in a tighter hold, the pain barely registering as he lines his cock up to your entrance before slowly easing into you. The groan that escapes both your moans has your smile widening. You feel so full and complete. You watch him, wanting to see the way he looks at you. However, his focus is stolen by the way his cock disappears into your cunt before bottoming out. Both your stomachs pressed up against each other has you feral. He’s so beautiful.

‘Fuck,’ He moans at the way your pussy clenches around him. His eyes close for a sweet second before he’s moving, thrusting in and out of you at a slow pace. Your chin tilts upwards as you let out a sound of satisfaction.

‘Faster,’ You beg, grabbing onto his shoulders in preparation, clawing at the skin.

He pecks at your neck with a feather like kiss, before he positions himself to thrust just the way you want him. He enters you hard and fast and you can’t help your strangled scream, ‘Fuck.’

Haechan groans as he continues to steal your identity in exchange for the pleasure that has your body in a chokehold. Your legs hook around his waist, bringing him closer and your mouth finds his neck, biting and licking with every devilishly wolfish drag of his cock into your tight cunt. A playground for all your sex bites and kisses. Marking him.

‘You and your fucking marking,’ He sneers into the crook of your neck. He’s not one for visible marks, but you are. You like the way the colour of his skin changes because of you. How they stake claim. With a reprimanding growl, he lays his palm on your stomach, needing to absolutely wreck you of words. His cock thrums as your cunt swallows every hard thrust. All you can do is moan, finding it physically impossible to mark him. All you do is moan and mewl, whimper and scream. So many songs of pleasure and he’s the one making you sing them.

Your eyes are glazed over like honey and your lips swollen, he muses down at you with a sweet look in his eye, ‘Words....can you remember them, baby?’

Eyebrows furrowed, open mouth, swollen lips and a tightening grip on his waist. No answer. His musing smile drops off his face as he stares cruelly at you. As if you’re his prey. His hips drive into yours faster and harder, driven by your sounds and the tightening of your pussy. You’re close, ‘You don’t need them when you come anyway.’

He’s right. Because he’s brought you down this road many times before. Your body is shaking with your orgasm, wet and pulsing with heat. Legs and feet tensing, grabbing at the car seat under you with a tight squeeze. Your pussy clenching around his cock tightly and it takes all of his power not to become undone by the effect your orgasm has on his cock and how much he wants to come.

But he stands no chance, because you’re looking at him with your innocent eyes of worship, like a fox, as if the both of you aren’t currently fucking in his car. His orgasm rips through him like a new skin, and you’re smiling at the way you feel his cum coat the walls of pussy. He feasts upon it.

Only when he feels himself soften and his breathing return to normal does he wipe at your leaking sex with his t-shirt and check for any marks that he might’ve left behind, ‘Did I hurt you?’

‘You could never hurt me,’ Your words and tone are soft. You’re glowing, he notices. So beautiful.

His smug smile is teasing, not taking you seriously, opting to ignore your beauty by pretending like it’s normal to be this enraptured by someone. His initial reply is halted by the way you look at him with only gentle eyes. Like you always do. It used to anger him, somewhat. He wasn’t the best guy in the world, not really, everyone knew it and yet, you never treated him like he was anything less. He closes his eyes and his smile tilts towards fake, ‘I could.’

You lean into kiss him, just a chaste kiss, one that isn’t heated nor desperate. One that’s sweet like you and difficult for him. But you know he’d do it. However, he’s distracted by your eyes. With a trained kind of gentleness, his finger skims along your eyelashes, admiring the new length, a small smile on his face ‘These are new.’

You smile, your words singing in your head like a mantra. Haechan can think the worst of himself. See himself as the big bad wolf that brought the innocent girl down to rot. See himself as the bad guy before the good guy swoops you off your feet. See himself as the embodiment of corruption.

It’s true, he corrupted you. He did. He’s the man that’s fucked you in your kitchen. Fucked you on his desk. Even now, he’s the guy who’s just finished fucking you in his car. He’s fucked you so much that he’s ruined any other guy for you. You can’t even entertain the idea of somebody else.

But you’ve also corrupted him. He doesn’t realise how gentle he is with you. How sweet and how caring. How he protects you. How he’s always willing to try or to readily sacrifice a part of his world for you. How he has made your pink love red and beating.

Those innocent eyes of yours. So obedient. So compliant. How ready they were to show him how to love and be loved.

author’s note : is it normal to want to bury myself in a hole. asking for a friend. this was originally supposed to be for valentine’s day or my birthday or haechan’s birthday! but you get it now instead! yay!

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happyhauntt · 7 days

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fight or flight — poe dameron.

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─── summary: you and poe have never seen eye-to-eye. most days, you wonder if you ever will.

─── pairing: poe dameron x solo!reader.

─── warnings: reader is gender neutral, reader is han & leia's child, no use of y/n. lots of snarky banter. this was supposed to be flirty fluff but it turned into an angstfest so, yeah, sorry for that. finn eavesdrops and chewie is sassy bastard.

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“YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.”

Poe ducks his head and quickly manages to conceal the wince creeping onto his features just in time, but crouched in the cockpit beside him, Rey still feels his shoulders go stiff. She presses a hand to her mouth in a weak attempt to stifle her laugh, but she’s not quite successful as Poe shoots her a glare.

She doesn’t blame him, really. You are… Well, sort of scary when you’re angry.

There’s more than just a spark of your mother’s fire in you, that’s for sure.

Glancing over her shoulder, she finds you standing in the doorway, regarding the pair of them with a ruthless glare so sharp it might leave a mark.

Rey is suddenly pretty sure that Poe didn’t talk to you like he said he would.

“I go for a nap because I haven’t slept properly in two days after you—” The finger you jab in Poe’s direction might as well be a knife, the way he flinches, “— get us stranded in First Order territory after leading us on a wild goose chase, knock out the comms and the navigation with your, frankly batshit, behaviour which I have spent hours trying to fix, and then I left you with one simple instruction.”

Which… Alright, not all of that is strictly fair, Rey thinks, because at least half of the chaos of the past few days can be attributed to sheer bad luck, and another third can be blamed on decisions made under pressure whose outcomes boiled down to bad or worse.

It’s not really Poe’s fault. Not anymore than the rest of them, at least.

But Rey knows how you feel about this ship. The Falcon is your inheritance, the only real home you have left in the world. It’s all that is left of your father.

You were protective of it even before he died, and since—

Rey clears her throat. “I’m just gonna… go check on Finn.”

Poe’s expression reeks of betrayal as Rey scoots past you to go and find Finn, who’s loitering in the main hold with Chewbacca, but she’s not about to hang around and get caught in the crossfire between the two of you.

She doesn’t have a death wish.

Finn looks just suspicious enough, when she locates him, that she doesn’t even bother scolding him for eavesdropping. She’s about to do the same, after all.

“He told me he checked it was alright before we started reconfiguring the navicomputer.” Rey folds her arms across her chest, frowning in the direction of the cockpit. Your voice is still rattling down the corridor towards them.

Finn clicks his tongue. “Evidently not.”

In the cockpit, Poe pushes himself to stand, resting a hand on the back of the captain’s chair. Your voice is hard as duracrete as you take a step towards him, crowding the small space with so much of your frustration that it feels difficult to breathe.

Poe wonders if the sensors are on the blink, and someone popped an airlock somewhere, because the air feels a little thin. You jab in the chest with your finger, and all he does is blink, suddenly lightheaded.

“I gave you one instruction. I said, the nav systems are rebooting, I’m going grab some shuteye, don’t touch anything. And what do you do?”

“The console was beeping!”

“I don’t care if a damn mynock got in here and started eating it, I said don’t touch it.”

“But it’s alright for Rey to touch it?” He’s being petty, he knows that, but an angry flush has started creeping up your neck, and he wants to know what you look like with your cheeks coloured that delightful shade of pink.

“Rey didn’t break it!” A ragged breath tears from your throat, and you rake a hand roughly through your hair. “She knows what she’s doing. I trust her.”

“And you don’t trust me, is that it?” Something like sadness swirls low in his gut as he waits for your response. It hurts him to ask, even though he’s wearing his bravado like a mask, even though he likes pushing all your buttons because when your eyes flash like that, it’s like standing in the eye of a hurricane or falling in zero gravity.

You’re not friends, he knows that. Not since the day you met, and you pressed a blaster up against his neck in the cargo hold of your old ship and he’d grinned down at you as if getting his life threatened was his favourite pastime.

He’d been trying to steal it. You’re still not sure what happened, exactly, except that there were Stormtroopers firing at your ship — which, honestly, was held together by little more than string and sheer stubbornness at that point — and your mother’s favourite flyboy watching you with a bizarre hope in his eyes, and you’d just… hated him, in that moment.

Hated him for crashing into your life and dragging you, kicking and screaming, back to the life you’d fled. Hated your mother for her good heart and your father for running away. Hated the whole damn galaxy for not killing you when it had the chance.

Poe had wanted you to take him to D’Qar, but you’d spent too long leaving things behind to go back now, so you’d dropped him at the nearest safe outpost and prayed you’d never see him again.

Clearly, the universe had other plans.

It’s been years since that first encounter, but neither of you have warmed to one another since then. There’s very little point, you think. He’s unbearable, always needling at you, picking at all of your defences as if he has a right to know you.

It doesn’t matter. In the end, everyone leaves, one way or another.

You just wish he’d hurry up and do it, already.

You’re not friends, but you’re something more and something less, and the way your lower lip twitches at his question feels like a punch to the gut.

“Why should I?” You blink at him, and a moment later you realise how close you’ve grown, almost chest-to-chest with this man who drives you mad. With a rough swallow, you force yourself to take a step back.

He doesn’t move. Hardly dares to breathe, with his mouth curled into that little half-smirk he knows you hate, because it hurts that you don’t trust him, but it would hurt more if you knew it.

“Why shouldn’t you?”

A scoff. “Well, for starters, I don’t think you’ve ever had a plan that didn’t blow up in your face.”

The familiar howl of Finn’s laughter rolls down the corridor, quickly cut off by a quiet thump and a low, pained groan.

Poe blinks at you. “Excuse me?”

“And you don’t take proper care of the Falcon!” The controls and all their exposed wires serve to prove your point.

Turning on your heel, you march out into the corridor, abandoning him in the cockpit. He stares at your retreating form, unable to kick his brain back into gear for a few seconds, but a moment later he’s striding after you.

“I take care of the Falcon!”

A huff of laughter bubbles out of you, entirely lacking in humour. “Lightspeed skipping.”

“That was one time!” His voice squeaks out of him much higher than he’d like, and as they emerge into the main hold, he clears his throat. “And the Falcon was fine.”

You come to a stop so suddenly that he can almost hear your shoes screeching on the floor. “It was twice, and just because you can do something, doesn’t mean you should. That seems like a lesson you should’ve learned by now, but no, you keep pushing it!”

Reckless and stubborn, headstrong and utterly selfless. Not for the first time, you regret being dragged back into this mess. Your life hadn’t exactly been peaceful before — you are your father’s child, after all — but it wasn’t this.

How many more heroes will you watch die before all of this is over?

How much of it can you take?

You watch one of those heroes stare at you, now, and it feels like you’ve swallowed a handful of broken glass.

Behind you, sitting at the dejarik table and making absolutely no attempt to disguise his eavesdropping, Finn leans close to Rey. “You’d never guess they were married, huh?”

He’s whispering, but it’s not exactly quiet.

As if you’re suddenly possessed by the same entity, you and Poe whirl around, mouths agape. “We are not married.”

An uncomfortable heat curls around your spine at the thought of it. Married to Poe Dameron? You cannot imagine anything worse.

Chewie, seated opposite Finn and Rey, makes an exasperated sound. Rey can’t help but snort.

You narrow your eyes at your father’s oldest friend, resting your hands on your hips. “‘Could’ve fooled me?’ Chewie, what are you talking about?”

As your wrath settles upon a new victim, Poe takes the opportunity to slip out of sight, with every intention of hiding in the Engineering Bay on the opposite end of the ship until the danger has passed.

Marching quickly down the corridor, Poe drags a hand over his unbearably warm face and feels like something beneath his ribcage is itching to crawl out. He thinks it might be his heart.

Married to you. Yeah. He can’t think of anything worse, either.

#star wars #poe dameron #star wars fanfic #poe dameron fanfic #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #star wars imagine #* chapter update.

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dailydragon08 · 4 months

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Luke when you wear shoes that make you taller than him

this has lived rent-free in my head for so long, so here's a lil Christmas Eve gift for you all. hope everyone is having good holidays! more content coming soon!

ANH Luke is gawking and immediately ready to be your personal assistant for the day. He tries to play it cool for a minute until you turn your attention on him. Then it's lots of "ma'am/sir/yes, right away," whatever you prefer. Just thinking about you in heels and towering over him has always turned him on a bit more than he'd like to admit, but actually seeing it in real time - he's a complete goner and isn't ashamed to admit it. Although, he will still attempt to defend himself when Han starts teasing him.

ESB Luke is a bit intimidated at first. He also thinks he's doing a good job playing it cool, but he's very fidgety, bright red, and struggling to find words when you speak to him. This era of Luke is much more assertive and his newfound commanding officer role still has him on a bit of a high, so the height difference at first throws him off. He also wants you to see him as a protector and isn't sure how you can when you're the one looking down at him. But once you do make eye contract, he's retracting all his earlier mental statements and can't help how much it turns him on. His admiration isn't as puppy-like as it would've been in ANH era, but he's definitely still hanging on every word you say and ready to agree to them all. He does a little better at hiding it, but those who are around him for extended periods can tell he'd run head-first into his x-wing if you asked.

ROTJ Luke is the most composed - at least, after the initial surprise of having to look up to meet your eyes fades. You see his eyes widen slightly before he clears his throat and regains his composure, minus the very obvious red tinting his cheeks. This older, more mature Luke won't immediately jump the gun into people-pleaser mode, but he also has no issues with any assumptions that might be made based on height. In fact, he has some very un-Jedi-like thoughts running through his head about you keeping those heels right where they are. Although it isn't as obvious to you or those outside his inner circle, to Han, Leia, Chewie, the droids, and even Lando and Wedge, he's obviously even more smitten than he was before. Han is definitely ribbing him out of earshot about how he keeps staring at you with doe eyes whenever you turn around or aren't paying attention before quickly looking away the second you adjust your gaze.

#star wars #luke skywalker #luke skywalker x reader #star wars x reader #luke skywalker imagine #star wars fanfiction #star wars imagine #luke skywalker fanfiction #star wars headcanons #luke skywalker headcanons

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Whipped - Luke Skywalker X GN Reader

Title: Whipped

Luke Skywalker X GN Reader (Han X Leia included)

Additional Characters: Han, Leia, Chewie, R2D2, C3PO (Mentioned), Yoda (Mentioned), Rebel Alliance people (Mentioned), and TIE Fighters (Mentioned)

Requested by @micheleamidalajedi

WC: 2,325

Warnings: Luke is smitten, teasing, taunting, anxiety, nervousness, wingman Han, wingwoman Leia, baby angst, bets, joke fighitng mentioned, fighting mentioned, blasters mentioned, killing so of briefly mentioned, set sometime during The Empire Strikes Back, confession, friends to lovers, cute name-calling (on Leia's part), and fluff

Luke sighed, his hand resting on his chin as his half-lidded daydreaming eyes gazed at you from afar. You were brushing your hair, talking to Chewie and Leia about something, your occasional laugh echoing throughout the base. The sound of your voice was enough to make him smile in an idyllic way and he wished for nothing more than to hear that melodic voice forever. He didn't know if this was a crush or not but Luke couldn't help it; he had been smitten ever since your first encounter a while ago. He thought you were beautiful, the most beautiful person he'd ever encountered. He felt a pang of sadness whenever he thought about the fact that he couldn't have you all to himself, and so often he would find himself fantasizing about what could happen between the two of you. And every time, he would melt into a puddle of goo.

You had taken a liking to Luke, thinking he was quite adorable. It wasn't long before you found yourself gravitating towards him even though you couldn’t go a couple sentences before freezing up. You didn't think you'd be so shy, usually, you were good at conversation with others, but with Luke... You stumbled over your words. Every time you opened your mouth to speak to him, you found yourself unable to utter a single word. It was quite strange because he seemed so nice, kind, and funny. You didn't understand how anyone would be able to not resist such an angelic-looking face, yet here you were doing just that, falling hopelessly in love with him.

Leia saw right through you, she saw the way you looked at Luke, almost longingly. "What are you waiting for?" She teased when she noticed your fidgety state. "Go talk to him." She encouraged, trying to contain her own happiness over the fact that you had a crush on the young man. "He has been staring at you for days now." She pointed out. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say he liked you too."

"He doesn't." Your cheeks burned at the accusation. "He couldn't possibly." You muttered sadly, shaking your head. You had only known the boy for a few months, after all. You weren't sure he liked you back. But there was a small part of you, deep down, that hoped. Hoped that maybe, just maybe, he did. That hope was the only thing keeping you going as you continued to brush your hair and occasionally glance up to gaze dreamily at Luke. You loved this boy already. You were hopelessly in love with him and you wanted nothing more than to tell him.

Looking up, you watched as Luke's eyes widened before he quickly looked away, turning to face Han instead with his hidden blushing face, making you second-guess. You chuckled at the sight of him getting flustered either way, your heart swelling with joy. His attention warmed your heart more than you could ever express to anyone else. You smiled fondly before you returned to your brushing, before placing down your brush and turning back to Leia and Chewie. They gave you a knowing look, a silent message for you to just do it already. But you stayed sitting, your nerves getting the best of you.

Han smirked as he watched Luke look away from you with a blushing face after he got caught, his lips curling upwards, his eyes crinkling at the edges. "I think they like you, kid," Han spoke up, his tone amused. "They're just too shy to say anything."

The blush on Luke's face darkened at the statement. "Really? It doesn't seem like it." He muttered. "It seems like it's just..." He trailed off again, unsure what he wanted to say. "Like they don't really want me around them. Like I'm annoying them."

Han let out a bursting laugh, surprising Luke as he stared at Han with furrowed brows, "Luke, buddy, as I said... They are just shy. You need to make the first move if you truly care about them." He paused, "Besides, it isn't their fault you're too blind to see that they like you."

Luke pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes slightly, "How do you even know about all this? How can you be so sure?"

Han smirked lightly, shrugging as he stuffed his hands into his pants pockets, "Oh, you know... I know when someone likes me." He answered, his eye glancing over to Leia briefly. "It's a talent to know when there's romantic tension in the air."

Luke gave Han a look, "Uh-huh." He said slowly, eyeing him suspiciously, "And what makes you think there is romance?" He questioned, narrowing his eyes. "Maybe they think of me as a friend and are still just shy." He concluded.

"That." Han waved his pointer finger in the air, and Luke's eyes followed confused, "Do you see it?"

"See what?"

Han sighed, "The love in the air."

Luke groaned and got up, rolling his eyes, "I'm done with you..."

"Hey! Luke! Don't run from love!" Han called out to Luke as he quickly walked away, embarrassed.

You, Chewie, and Leia walked over to Han, confused. "What's up with Luke?" You asked as Leia and Han gave each other a brief glance before both shrugging.

"It's probably nothing," Han replied. "He's being dramatic again."

"You should go check on him," Leia suggested to you. "You always know how to cheer everyone up."

You bit your lip, "Okay..." You mumbled before walking away in search of Luke, gaining the confidence you needed.

"Who do you think will confess first?" Han asked, crossing his arms, watching as you left the room. "My credits are on Y/N."

Leia mimicked Han's stance, crossing his own arms, "Sppf, oh no, my credits are on Luke."

Han smirked, glancing down at Leia, "Well, if I win, I get to have a drink with you."

Leia rolled her eyes, "And if I win, Chewie and I will braid your hair."

Han furrowed his eyebrows, "My hair's too short to braid, princess."

"That's what you think," Leia smirked.

~~~

You wandered over to find Luke in the cockpit, he was sitting in the corner of the room, on the corner booth; just staring off into the distance as the ship hummed deeply. "Are you okay?" You asked as you sat next to him, causing him to jump in surprise. "Sorry," you apologized with a chuckle, "I didn't mean to scare you."

Luke shook his head, smiling softly at you, "No, it's alright." He responded. "Is everything alright?" He inquired.

You gave him a small smile, "You didn't answer my question first." Your voice grew serious, "Are you alright?" Your tone was soft and you stared up at Luke with concern, swallowing hard as you pushed your nerve down.

Luke took a moment to respond, before pursing his lips and nodding, "Yeah, I'm okay." He then turned to you, "What about you? Are you okay?"

You nodded your head as you averted your gaze from his, "Yeah, I'm fine. Everything is alright."

"Good..." Luke hesitated before continuing, "So, what were you, Chewie, and Leia talking about?"

You shrugged, "Nothing much, just asking Chewie about Kashyyyk." You muttered before taking a glance at the young man before you, "What about you and Han? What were you two talking about?"

Luke quickly glanced away from you, rubbing the back of his neck as he let out an awkward laugh, "Nothing special. Just Han messing around with me."

"Do you want me to talk to Leia about him? You know she'd kick his butt if anyone asked." You offered and Luke chuckled lightly.

"Could you? That'd be great." He joked as the two of you laughed together for a moment, before falling into a nerve-racking silence.

You glanced nervously at Luke, as he gazed at you. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're awfully quiet today." He commented as you tilted your head to the side.

You frowned, "Am I?"

He nodded his head, "Yeah, but I... I mean you're quiet most of the day... But, are you really okay?" Luke asked worriedly, and you let out a little giggle.

"Yeah, I am okay, Luke. Don't worry." You sighed, your hands fiddling in your lap, "You worry too much."

"I'm not that bad." He pouted.

"You're worse than me," You corrected as you playfully nudged him in the arm. "But I'm okay, really. I'm sorry that I've been acting weird lately."

Luke shook his head, noticing your fidgeting hands and taking one of your hands in his. "No, no, I get it. You don't have to apologize." Your fingers tightened around Luke's hand in response. "You know... I... I really admire you. I admire you so much, Y/N. You're strong, smart, beautiful... A wonderful person." You looked away from him, feeling your cheeks flush.

"Thank you, Luke. That means a lot. And... You're all those things and more too." You bit your lip nervously, looking back up at him, "I admire you too. So much."

"Y/N, listen-" He began, but something hit the ship, cutting him off.

Han ran into the cockpit with Chewie, landing in their seat to get out of autopilot before flying around; trying not to get hit by any more blasts.

"Kid, I need you at the blaster!" Luke stood quickly and ran to the blaster, leaving you at the booth.

"Can you get away from them?" Leia asked, stumbling over to hold tight to Han's seat.

"You know I can, your Highness, would you kindly sit down?" Han asked through gritted teeth as he turned the wheel, maneuvering past another blast.

"How long until we get to Hoth?" You asked, and Chewie belted, and you sighed. It was going to be a long and bumpy ride.

~~~

It had taken a while, but Luke was able to shoot the TIE Fighters, and soon after that, you went into hyperspace; entering Hoth's atmosphere. Time was moving so fast, it felt like right as you landed Luke was going off to find some Jedi Master. You hardly had any time to really spend time with him. He could hardly talk to you, having to get ready to go along with going to mission debriefs. You spent most of your time on the sidelines, watching Luke rushing around, and Chewie working on the Falcon as Han did... Whatever he was doing, as Leia spoke with other Rebel leaders, and R2 and 3PO bickering in the corner.

As Luke rushed by, wearing his orange suit, carrying his helmet in his arms, you rushed over. The large metal claw grabbed R2 and placed him in the back seat of the X-Wing, R2 whistling and beeping in annoyance. Leia and Han peeked out behind a hall, watching as you said your goodbyes to Luke before he flew off to Dagobah. They watched as Luke pulled you into a long hug, holding onto you for just a little bit longer than necessary; you even seemed like you never wanted to let go. And you didn't.

"Do you have to go?" You asked softly, digging your face into Luke's neck as he held his arms tightly around your waist.

"Yeah," He muttered, "I do."

"Can't I come with you?" You asked, practically begging as Luke chuckled gently, pulling back.

"My ship won't have enough room. It'll only hold R2 and I." He spoke, and you glanced up at R2D2 as he whistled, making you sigh.

You pouted lightly as you stared into his deep blue eyes, "You'll be safe, won't you?"

"Of course, I will." He smiled softly down at you, reaching forward with one hand and stroking through your hair soothingly, "Besides, I'll get to see you again soon, okay?" You nodded slowly, before stepping back to give him space.

Luke bit his lip briefly, as he stared at you, before turning around to head up to the ladder. Pausing halfway, Luke quickly turned around and rushed over, taking you into his arms, and kissing you deeply. Surprised, you slowly melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pressed his body against yours, kissing you hard and passionately. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him, and lifting you slightly off the ground. Pulling away, he buried his head into your neck, gripping you as he breathed heavily.

When he pulled back, you smiled softly at him before pecking his lips once more. "Be careful." You whispered, resting your forehead against his.

He nodded his head, "I will." He promised, pressing one last kiss to your lips before pulling away from you completely and climbing up the ladder. Luke glanced at you once more before slipping on his helmet and closing the X-Wing hatch closed. You sighed, walking backward slowly, giving room for the Wing to lift off. Han and Leia stood beside you, the three of you waving as Luke flew off. You let out a sigh, and Leia rubbed your shoulder.

"He'll be fine." She assured you.

You nodded your head, letting out a sigh, "I hope so..." You trailed off. "I know so."

Leia squeezed your shoulders comfortingly before she turned to Han, "I win, fuzzball."

Han's jaw dropped in offense, "Fuzzball!? Who are you callin' Fuzzball!?" He asked indignantly as the two of them walked off, leaving you to stand alone in the center of the hangar.

You let out a chuckle before running your fingers through your hair, sighing contently, staring off into the distance as you thought about Luke. Your mind drifted back to when he kissed you, how his hands felt so soft against your skin, how his lips felt so warm against yours, how perfect his kiss tasted, how amazing he felt against you; everything. He made you feel like nothing else mattered in the entire universe, and you loved every minute of it.

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