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dameronology · 1 year

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how about what would happen if the star wars boys made you cry 👀

ok i kinda did this in the scenario that you're arguing and they make you cry

characters: din, poe, finn, han, luke & obi-wan

din djarin

he is HORRIFIED the minute tears spring from your eyes

maybe you're fighting, maybe he got stressed and said something in the heat of moment, whatever it is, he's immediately forgotten about what he was mad about and he's by your side, floods of apologies coming from his mouth and gloved hands taking yours

he just kinda pulls you into his chest and holds you for a moment and my GOD he wants the world to swallow him up because he loves you more than anything in the world and he normally hates whoever makes you cry but right now it's him

truth is, you know din and you know that he would never do anything to intentionally hurt you so as far as apologies go, it's one you accept pretty quickly

he's gonna apologise for like a week after that

even if it becomes annoying

poe dameron

poe just sort of freezes and has this "oh fuck" look on his face

"oh god, don't cry. please don't cry. did i make you cry? oh my god. i made you cry."

and then he probably starts crying too

because he always wants to cry when you cry but the fact that he's the one responsible for it? woo boy

he swallows it down though and doesn't let you see because he doesn't want to seem like he's taking away from what he's done

his immediate reaction is to want to hug you, but he waits for a moment to see if you'll let him because he doesn't know if you're gonna swing at him tbh

if you let him, he holds you fucking tight. he doesn't apologise then and there, though, not until things have calmed down - normally a few moments later - that he says sorry and you know it's from the bottom of his heart

he goes out his way over the next few days to make it up to you; flowers, dinner, a romantic trip to a distant planet, but above all, he makes an active effort to never let it happen again

and that's what matters most

finn

honestly finn looks like a kicked puppy

because he tries so hard to never argue with you or get mad EXACTLY FOR THIS REASON and he has failed in his attempts and oh lord he wants to die

he doesn't jump immediately to apologising, mostly because he wants you to say what you need to say and he doesn't want to talk over you

and he listens!! he wants to know what he did and what he said so that it never happens again

then he apologises, and it's always straight to the point but still eloquent and meaningful

finn isn't gonna be the kinda guy who apologises for days (oh, din) or goes out his way to shower you in sorry gifts (ah, poe) because mostly he just wants to move on from it and get back to a good place with you but it's like...not in a way that he forgets about it??

it's more of a thing that he hates things being off with you. like it literally kills him inside. so he encourages you to both move forward and get back to the good stuff.

but he also makes it clear that he has learnt from it

han solo

han literally doesn't know what to do. he can barely handle people crying at the best of times but when a) it's you and b) you're crying because of him?

his immediate reaction is to run, because it's han and he always wants to peg it away from every single issue but his chest hurts at the idea and it hurts even more when he knows he's the bastard that made you cry

he just goes silent and is kinda 🧍‍♂️for a second because his brain is computing but then he realises that he does know what to do when you cry and that's attack the thing that upset you

then he realises that he can't do that and goes "well i can't fucking blast myself, so i don't really know what to do right now" and it's stupid and dumb and oh my god han read the fucking room but at least it breaks the ice a little bit and you smile

because, despite everything and despite han being...well, han, you know he's trying his best and the fact he's even still in front of you is actually something of a miracle

that's your cue to rip into him, by the way, because even if you're crying it is canon that the only way to get han solo to listen to you is to tear him a new one (or three) so he will stand there and take the bollocking

after that, he apologises. han isn't good with words so it's a little bit spacey and awkward but the intent is there

but he also makes it abundantly clear that he never means to hurt you and you know, from the bottom of his heart, that he means it

luke skywalker

luke literally stops in his tracks and he's holding you immediately and going "i didn't mean that, i really didn't mean that, please don't hate me"

literally his entire facade his gone - the stubbornness, whatever he's arguing about - just disappears and he realises immediately that none of it is worth making you cry

so the man is literally holding you before your tears even start and he's already apologising over and over

he does want to listen to you though and hear what you have to say, so he's all ears

tbh, it's hard to stay angry at luke for long because you know he's completely pure intentioned and good hearted but you can absolutely opt to give him the silent treatment or take space for as long as you need and he will let you do it

after that, he buys you flowers and will make it up to you in every way he knows how

obi-wan kenobi

out of everyone on the list, obi-wan is the one who is the most shooketh to his core when he realises that he's made you cry

because he's so chivalrous and loving and might as well live to serve you so the idea that he's hurt you is quite possibly his greatest fear come true

his immediate reaction is to give you space. he'll apologise first and let you know that he's ready to talk whenever you are, simply because he doesn't want to overstep or push you to make up until you're ready

but as soon as you are, he's all ears and listening to everything you have to say

again - and i feel like i'm saying this for every character here lol - you know that he'd never hurt you intentionally and although that's the main, the proof is in the pudding when he actively listens to you and makes an effort to avoid it happening again

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harrisonbrainrot · 5 months

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Partition - Han x F!Reader

MDNI - 18+

This is fucking unadulterated smut.

Warnings: Daddy kink, exhibitionism

The club was dark, lit from below. The shadows cast on Han's face made him look more dark and brooding than he typically would. The rooms in the back were private, you could rent them by the hour. Hidden behind the curtain, it wasn't private but it was public enough to thrilling. Your knees almost ached as you pouted up at Han, his hand in your hair. Those calloused fingers traced down your cheek and jaw. Your hands slid up his inner thighs, they were big and strong and oh so warm. He looked dazed in the low light as he watched you watch him. Han's thumb traced your plush bottom lip, his hand could cradle your whole face it seemed. Without breaking eye contact, your mouth took his thumb into it's wet warmth. His lips parted as he felt your tongue, velvety and soft, and pursed when he felt you suck it. The moment was broken by a half muffled squeal from the otherside of the wall, it quickly turned into obscene moans. Both you and Han turned to look at the wall then back at each other. He pulled his hand away and laughed a bit, the smile that cracked this darker version of him. The music was deep and pulsing, the bass could be felt in both of your chests, like a shared heartbeat. "Sounds like someone's havin' a good time, right sweetheart?" You nodded dumbly, still focused on his thighs as your hands inched and reached higher. "Could be us.." You grinned up at him as his large hand brushed your hair back from your face. He gently fisted it as you brought your lips to his clothed inner thigh. Han's hooded gaze didn't leave you when the neighbors' moans turned to harsh whines, the rhythmic pounding next door wasn't lost on you two.

"She sounds like she's dying.." Han bit back a laugh at your comment, shaking his head.

"Wanna show 'em how it's done, baby?" You nodded eagerly, feeling his hand tighten on your curls. He pulled you closer, your warm cheek hot against his dick. He held you there for a moment, somehow growing harder between the music and booze and the show being put on next door. Han was competitive, he knew you sounded and fucked better than that other girl. He sighed at your open mouthed kisses and soft palms as you mapped him out under his pants. His zipper felt painfully tight and confining, you were far from helping. His free hand wrapped around your wrist, halting your ministrations. "Don't tease, it's rude." He chastised flatly, his brow pinched together.

"Sorry, daddy.." You weren't. You perched your chin on the top of his thigh, blinking innocently up at him.

"No, you're not... I'll forgive you as quick as I can fuck you." That sent your fine ass into gear, you pushed yourself up with the help of his strong thighs. Your front brushed against his as you angled yourself up to his neck. The muscles under the skin of his neck tensed as he bit back a groan. You sucked the skin between your teeth which earned a warning hand on the back of your neck. Rough fingers pressed in at the nape of your neck as Han puffed. "Easy does it." He wasn't above being marked but he had a point to make to the noisy couple. He stood quickly, earning a soft squeak of surprise from you as he walked you to the other side of the room. The whole room was lined with a singular U shaped booth, he took you from the far bend to the shared wall. Han turned you slowly, pressing his cock to your ass. His hands slid to your hips before reaching up your spine to fold you against the wall. "Let's show 'em how you really fuck."

Han knelt behind you, pulling your pants down to your knees, his hands reverently squeezing the globe of your ass. He sunk his teeth to the underside of the cheek, one hand sliding up your tailbone as the other found purchase holding the back of your knee. The pads of his fingers traced back down your panties. A soft hum escaped him as he felt how damp you'd grown. "You like hearin' 'em fuck or are you just eager to show 'em up?"

"Can it be both?" You looked over your shoulder at Han, who was watching you expectantly. That made him smirk, he really liked you. You'd taken everything in stride, everything he'd thrown at you.

"I suppose it can, I just like hearin' you ask for it.." His hot mouth placed tender kisses down the back of your thigh, his hands gripped the sides of your ass.

"Please? Let's show them up, c'mon, daddy.." Your words punctuated with a wiggle of your hips, catching his attention. Han leaned forward, pushing your panties to the side. His thick finger swiping a deliberate path between your folds.

"If you're all primed and ready to go.. don't see why not." And you were, you wanted him ever since he set the precedent of this being a competition. He wasn't one to pass up a chance at tasting his sweet girl. He slipped them down your thighs, pushing your pants to rest at your ankles. You stepped out of them kicking them off to the side, Han took advantage of your spread legs to dive in. His mouth on you took you by surprise, your face pressed to the wall as you jumped.

"Han." You muttered lamely, an attempt at scolding him. It died as a warning the second he gave your cunt a harsh suck, his tongue parting you. He lapped at you for a moment, his hands spreading your soft cheeks for better access. "Fuck." A soft, low moan escaped your lips and he pulled away with a laugh.

"Gotta be louder than that, baby. They can't hear you." His fingers replaced his tongue, slowly teasing before burying his index and middle fingers knuckle deep in your warmth. He worked them slowly, dragging them against your walls like he was pulling the moans right from your pussy. It was working, the moans leaving your throat came from within your chest. Your cheek pressed against the cool wall as your hands braced against it, fingers flexing to try and anchor yourself. It ended too soon, Han stood and before you could turn to see what he was doing you heard his belt. A very familiar clink of metal you'd grown accustomed to over the course of your relationship. His hand braced against the small of your back, finger tapping one of the dimples there, almost impatiently. The only one making him wait was himself. You glanced back to see his cock in his hand.

It wasn't an unfamiliar sight, you'd seen him hold it before. In the shower, when you got undressed before you fucked, but this was different. His chin to his chest, watching his hands stroke himself. His chest rising in tight breaths as his palm raked along his length, fingers flexing out. He absent-mindedly slid his dick between his index and middle finger, spreading you along himself. He readjusted, running them along the underside of it, before gripping himself. He shook his head, his hair bounced while he collected and steadied himself. His hand traveled smoothly up your spine, grabbing your shoulder while he lined himself with you. He pressed the leaking head of his cock up against your weeping pussy, collecting all she had to offer before pressing himself slowly into you. Inch by decadent inch, he stretched and filled you. A simultaneous shudder ran down both your spines and you had no choice but to arch into it. Han let out a soft breath, the whole thing quickly becoming more erotic than he could manage. He had a mission, a job to do. Beat the neighbors, those freaks.

With a singular harsh thrust, he had you flush to the wall and fucked a gasp out of you. He was big and with that kind of power came a sense of responsibility that he decided to shirk all in the name of proving he was better. That you were better. His hips snapped and with each fluid motion a harsh moan left your pretty mouth. It was enough the the noises on the other side of the wall fizzled out for a moment, like they other couple had to strategize. At least, that's how Han took it. He took the moment of silence to pull out completely with each thrust. The noises that left you went from moans to loud groans and whines. He filled you in such a delightful way that when you weren't fucking, you felt empty. You felt complete with his cock buried to the hilt in you. That hot coil tightening within you as you knew what he was doing. Han wasn't quiet himself, he had much to contribute. Dropping delightfully crude praises loud enough for everyone to hear, let alone the wallmates.

"You're too tight, girl. You'd think after this you'd be more used to this, but I can't seem to wrap my head around this pretty pussy of yours." Any words he said to you flooded your core, you dripped down your thighs each time he pulled back. The wet slap of skin against skin was a turn on enough but hearing Han's groans mixed in were too much. His blunt nails digging into your skin as he held on for leverage fueling a flame you were both familiar with. The impending wave of your orgasm was clear in how high and tight your voice was becoming, the way you fluttered and clamped down around Han like a "Fuckin' vice, baby, you got me good.." and every nerve ending was ablaze. Sweat coated both of you, the warm club and still mostly clothed bodies weren't helping.

Your free hand instinctively went to your dripping cunt, in hopes of finding a foothold in your pleasure, only for Han to smack your hand away. His hand left your shoulder to hold your hair in a tight fist as an arm wrapped around your middle. He pulled you back against him, standing you up, so he could kiss your neck. "Grand finale, baby? Make 'em want an encore." His hand slid down your sweat slick navel, finding your clit. It took little work, Han knew you well enough to know what was the right amount of pressure, the right rhythm. Just a few quick touches and your hands were in his hair, legs quivering and you were finished. A loud breathy moan and a shudder and you were dripping down his nuts. The feeling alone of your tight cunt keeping him sucked in was enough for him to pump you full of his ropes. His head fell back with an obscene groan, his hands held your hips in a death grip. For a minute, the building fell away, it was quiet and blissful, a state of euphoria. It was long-lived, as the people in the other room banged on the door.

"Are you fuckin' done, you animals? Your hour is up."

Han laughed loudly, inspecting the hand prints on your hips, feeling your weight against his chest. He placed soft kisses on your shoulder before looking around for anything to help with the mess. Thankfully, a sex club comes decently stocked, and he leaned over, grabbing a towel. He pulled out after handing you one, to minimize the mess. He dropped onto the couch with a loud groan, legs spread, head back, pants around his knees. When you dropped next to him, he wrapped you up with his arm and kissed your temple. "Think we beat 'em?"

You giggled softly tucking yourself into his side with a nod. "Oh, absolutely. We fucked so good they had to smoke a cigarette."

#han solo imagines #han solo x reader #han solo/reader #han solo smut #han solo imagine #ignore me posting this and forgetting to TAG IT.#lmao sorry im dumb as FUCK.

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darthpotater · 1 year

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No One Else but Han

You and Luke “try” to help Han after he screwed up with his dad duties.

The Misadventures of Reader with Han, Luke and Leia | Part 1

A/N: this was such a random thought I had one night and is completely self indulgent cuz I love han and messing with him. But nevertheless, I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I did writing.

Yeah, i’d still consider this more of a a luke x reader but also a han x reader but with a sibling/platonic type of relationship

Forgive me, this was a pure 4 am thought.

“Han, what did you do?” You asked quietly as you peered down at little Ben who was happily babbling at you. You glance back at the smuggler who was busy pacing back and forth. “I know, alright? I screwed up. But could you please help me here? Leia’s coming home today and I know she’ll kill me.”

You nodded, trying your best at hiding a smile before turning to look back at the little boy in his crib. You stared at him, trying to stop yourself from doubling over with laughter as you carefully reached for his soft hair, hair that was once black now dyed Blue.

“I don’t understand. How did you confuse shampoo and hair dye?” You asked, finally turning around to look back at Han. “The bottle was blue!” Han defended, throwing his hands up in the air. “Yeah, because it’s blue hair dye.” You said matter-of-factly.

“His shampoo bottle is blue too.”

“Han, do you ever read the contents of the bottle?” You asked with a laugh. He dropped his head, “I assumed it was the right one.”

You let out a laugh before turning around once more to look at Ben. “Oh my sweet Ben, what do we do with you? Although, gotta admit, it fits him don’t you think?” You smiled as you carefully picked up Ben who let out a squeal. “You’re not helping.” Han groaned as he ran a hand down his face. You chuckled before leaving a kiss on Ben’s temple, making him snuggle up against you.

“I have a question for you though, laserbrain. Did you ever think to stop when you saw his hair turning blue?”

“I did, starshine.” Han started sarcastically, making you playfully roll your eyes at him. “But when I rinsed it off, well, it was too late— Now my son looks like Max Rebo.” Han groaned before plopping down on the couch. “Leia’s going to kill me.”

“Why is Leia going to kill you?” Luke’s voice asked from behind as he entered the room. “I came as soon as I got the com. Is everything alright? What happened?” He asked once again, his voice laced with obvious concern. “Oh, everything’s alright, just a small problem.” You giggled before turning around with Ben. You laughed when you saw Luke’s expression change; the concern and worry leaving and instantly replaced by amusement.

“Ben?” Luke called out as he slowly made his way over to you both. “What did they do to you?” Luke laughed, eyeing you and Han. “Don’t look at me, it was all him. No one else but Han.” You smiled, motioning to the man of the hour who was slumped against the couch, head in his hands. “Well, I certainly did not expect to see this.” Luke smiled before looking at you, leaning in to give you a quick chaste kiss on the lips.

“So, are you two going to help me or stand there and mock me?” Han asked with a sigh. You and Luke share a look before smiling and looking back at your favorite nerfherder. “We will help but I cannot promise I won’t mess with you from time to time.” You answered, handing Ben to Luke who happily wrapped his arms around his nephew. “Although, I don’t see how you expect us to help you, Han.” Luke pointed out while running a hand through Ben’s blue hair.

“I was thinking maybe you could, I don’t know, use that mind trick thing you guys do, on Leia.” Han shrugged. You scoffed, “On Leia’s behalf, I’m offended you’d even think that would work on her.”

“I don’t even know how it works!” Han exclaimed as he started pacing once again. Luke laughed as he gave Ben a small bounce, making the boy laugh. “Or, maybe we could just shave his head.” You suggested with a shrug, making both men look at you. “What?”

“I don’t think that will make things any better, my love.” Luke chuckled. “I think Leia would prefer coming home to a bald baby than a Max Rebo.

“She’ll kill me.” Han groaned, shaking his head. You turned to look at him. “I think she’ll kill you either way, Han.”

“You sure know how to make things better.” Han said sarcastically, making you laugh. “Just being honest.”

“Oh grow up.”

“Said the man who mixed up blue hair dye and his son’s shampoo.”

“It was an honest mistake!”

You were about to make another teasing comment but was stopped by Luke. “Okay you two, that’s enough. Why don’t we focus on the task at hand? Could we possibly re-dye his hair with black?” Luke asked. At this point, the constant back and forth between the three of you had Ben laying his head on his uncle’s shoulder, sleep obviously trying to take over.

Han pointed a finger at Luke, “Yes. That’s it. I can run to the store and buy some black dye.”

You shook your head as you hopped onto the kitchen counter that was nearby. “No, that’ll ruin his hair. We don’t even know how strong the blue one is, just imagine adding more?” Luke nodded, agreeing with you. Han dropped his hand, convinced by your point. “Can’t you guys use your magic to change his hair?”

“Han, how do you think we Jedis work?” Luke asked, holding back laughter as to not wake Ben up who had given in and was now fast asleep in his Uncle’s arms. Han shook his head, “I don’t know, you tell me, kid.”

You watched Luke as he carefully shifted the boy in his arms, cradling the back of his head before leaving a soft kiss on his forehead. You smiled sweetly, enjoying the sight in front of you. You couldn’t help but start imagining a future where the two of you start a family; to have a child with him would be amazing because you just know he’d be such an amazing father and oh how you’d want to be there to witness it all.

“Okay, maybe a hat. We could buy him a hat.” Luke suggested as he now carefully place sleeping Ben back in his crib. “I don’t think that would hide his hair forever, love.” You teased, making Luke nod agreeingly. “Come on, there has to be something.” Han pleaded. You and Luke share a laugh, “I think our best bet is to come clean. Like you said, it was an honest mistake.”

Han dropped his head in defeat, knowing well enough there was no other choice. Luke walked into the kitchen and grabbed himself a drink. “Just know, if ever you need a place to stay, we have extra room and we’d be more than happy to take you in.” Luke teased, making Han roll his eyes. “I say we shave his head. He’d be a cute bald baby.” You added once more, pushing for your initial plan. “No way I’m letting you mess with my son’s hair.”

“Fine then, because that’s all the solutions I can think of at the moment.” You sighed before eyeing Luke who stood in front of you, sipping on a cold glass of blue milk. You watched for a few seconds, starting to crave— and as if he knew exactly what you were thinking, which he probably did, he handed you the rest of his drink with a smile. You happily accepted and took a few sips yourself. “I have no idea how you guys like that stuff.” Han started. “Leia keeps a kriff ton of that for you both but I just don’t get it.”

“And I love her for that. It’s a beverage for people with taste—thank you very much.” You grinned before handing the glass back to Luke. He downed what’s left and giggled as he reached up to wipe your milk-mustache off.

“Han? I’m home.” Leia’s voice greeted from the door, making the three of you look her way with wide eyes. “You’re home early.” Han gasped, making you look at him with a crooked smile.

“Yeah, the meeting ended early—Oh! I didn’t know you two were here. Is this my surprise welcoming party?” She asked with a grin. You snickered while Luke cleared his throat, stopping himself from bursting out in laughter. “We were just about to leave, actually. Just wanted to check in on Han and Ben, that’s all. Welcome home.” Luke smiled as he gave his sister a hug and a kiss on the cheek; you doing the same.

“Don’t you two want to stay for dinner? I have so many stories to tell you all.” She said as Luke downed his drink and wiping his mouth with his sleeve. “We can do that another day, perhaps tomorrow? For now, we’ll let the three of you catch up.” Luke grinned as Han shook his head vigorously as he stood behind Leia, “Oh okay, I won’t force you both.” She smiled tiredly.

Luke reached for your hand and motioned for the door. You nodded with a smile before looking back at Han and mouthed a sorry. He glared at you which made you stifle in a laugh harder.

You and Han quite the unique relationship. Anyone who didn’t know you and on a personal level would think you two despised each other but to those who did, would know that you and Han always had each other’s back…despite the constant teasing and messing with each other. He was like the brother you never had, never really asked for but you were extremely glad to have.

You and Luke rushed out the Solo residence just before Leia could give Han a mouthful.

“Poor Han,” Luke chuckled as you two began walking down the halls, making your way towards the elevators. “Yeah, but that’s what he gets for not reading. That’ll teach him a lesson.” You grinned.

“I promise you, I won’t accidentally dye our child’s hair like that.” Luke said, making you stop dead in your tracks. Luke looks at you, eyes wide as he realized what he had just said. “I didn’t mean— I just… sorry, I didn’t mean to say that out loud… I’m sorry.” Luke apologized anxiously as he stared at the floor.

“… You want to have a child with me?” You asked quietly, making him look up at you, his blue eyes glistening under the faint hallway lights. “No one else.” He whispered softly. You stared at him, not knowing what words to say but one thing’s for sure, you wanted the same damn thing.

“I.. I don’t see anyone else I want to start a family with nor do I want anyone else to spend the rest of my life with.” He said, voice so soft that you could barely hear him but you did, and oh how happy that made you. “Well, I’m really glad we’re on the same page.” You smiled before grabbing his collar softly and pulling him in for a passionate kiss. You felt him smile. “And hey, maybe we could you know, start trying…” You told him, trying to shrug off the blush creeping up your cheeks. Luke stood there with wide eyes, staring down at you with so much intensity and so much love. And without saying another word, he intertwines your hands together before guiding you into the elevator, determined to get you both home.

#star wars imagines #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker #luke skywalker fanfiction #luke skywalker imagines #han solo imagines #han solo #princess leia organa #princess leia #star wars fanfiction #star wars #star wars ot #the original trilogy gang

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chasingstardustandmoonbeams · 4 months

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I loved your last Han writing! Could you please do this one? “I can’t concentrate, when you look at me like that.” “Well, you should be concentrating on me instead, so...”

Word Count: 395

Warnings: None

You watched as Han continued to work on patching up the falcon. You perched on a nearby crate, your head resting in the palm of your hand. You let out a sigh, your fingers gently drumming against your leg.

You shifted your weight slightly, leaning back a bit. Your foot gently tapping on the floor. You let out another sigh, you spared a glance at Han again, you could see his shoulders tense.

You got up from the crate, roaming around the small space, picking up random objects. Eventually, you gave up, leaning against an open spot where Han was working.

You opened your mouth to speak, but Han turned to you first. "What? What?" He asked clearly agitated.

You clamped your mouth shut, though not surprised at his reaction, you had been trying to get a rise from him.

"Nothing," you replied, shifting comfortably and looking at Han. "Please continue," you smiled, enjoying having Han roll his eyes at you in exasperation.

"Oh, thanks for the permission, sweetheart," he grumbled.

You simple smiled in return, watching him intently. You hadn't noticed how his brow furrowed when he was intensely concentrated. His tongue poking against his cheek and he soldered some wires.

Han let out a grumble, turning to fully face you. "I can't concentrate with you looking at me like that."

"Like what?" you asked, playing innocent.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," he pointed an accusatory finger at you.

"Well, maybe I-"

Han stepped closer to you, the gap between you both almost non existent.

"Maybe you, what?"

"Maybe you should be concentrating on me instead," you said coyly. Enjoying the look on Han's face as he put your words together in his mind.

"Oh," Han managed to get out. The usual confident expression on his face replaced with an unusual diffident one.

"I mean, what does it take to get the attention of Han Solo?" you smiled, your playfulness being replaced by genuine affection.

Han puffed up a bit more, the mirth returning to his eyes. "Well, all ya had to do was ask."

He leaned down to kiss you, but you placed a hand on his chest stepping back. A look of confusion spread across his face.

"You're gonna have to work for it now," you teased, running in the opposite direction.

"Oh, you're on," Han said running after you.

#han solo x you #han solo imagine #han solo x reader #han solo imagines #star wars imagine #star wars x reader #star wars x you #star wars imagines

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dailydragon08 · 8 days

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Hi hi hi! Would it be possible to request for headcanons of the OT gang and how they would react to being invited into going to a concert of yours (opera, orchestra, idol, band, etc.) and then, at the end of the concert, you say you dedicate the concert to them? Thank you for your time! Your writing is so much fun!

Thanks so much for the ask! I love music and am a huge rock and metal girlie, so this ask is right up my alley.

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Big functions like this are typically par for the course for Leia, so while she’s flattered that you invited her, it isn’t really something she’d find overwhelming, per se. She’s very excited to support you and curious what the experience will be like. If it’s more of a casual concert—like a typical rock or pop concert—she really enjoys the change of pace from the more prestigious genres in fancier music halls. She already knows going in that you’re going to be fantastic, and if it’s a setting where cheering is appropriate, is one of the loudest voices in the crowd. If this isn’t really a venue where cheering happens, she’s standing up and clapping the hardest for you after every song and is glowing with excitement with a vibe of hell yeah, I knew they could do it. I’m still an avid believer that Leia, being royalty and a politician, is an avid fashion lover like her mother and she goes all out with whatever outfit matches the venue and music style – even if it’s not something she usually wears, she loves being able to experiment and show her support for you even more with her clothes, and may even know what she’s doing since she knows the press will be taking pictures of her the moment they realize she’s there. She’s more than happy to help you promote yourself with her presence.

When you take a moment at the end to dedicate the concert to her, she’s so touched (especially if you included a few pieces with a connection to her lost homeworld) and has the biggest smile on her face. Being the last princess of Alderaan, the second she stands up at the end to clap, it triggers a standing ovation from the whole crowd. Any articles with footage the next day will swear she got a little teary-eyed for a moment, but of course she’ll deny if anyone asks. Knowing you’re probably exhausted after such an ordeal, she comes backstage afterwards with the best catering that includes all the food and drinks to soothe your throat and help you recoup while insisting she knew you would be incredible even before hearing you and it did not disappoint.

Luke has maybe been to a few smaller concerts here and there, but nothing too big or fancy. More often, it’s been music in cantinas or passing by some sort of club with live music where everyone was paying much more attention to their drinks. He wants to be fully prepared with how best to support you while he’s there, so does his own research on what type of venue you’ll be in, what the crowd will be like, what he should wear, whether he’s supposed to cheer or clap, etc. He’s elated to be invited and if you’re also Force-sensitive, his excitement and anticipation is so powerful when he walks in the venue, you can feel it from backstage. If it’s a fancier gig, he enlists Leia and Lando’s help for the appropriate outfit and makes sure his hair is combed all nice and neat and he’s clean-shaven. Once the concert starts, he’s awed by your talent and anyone with him will tell you afterwards that he had the biggest heart eyes the entire time. Any nerves or discomfort he had about the crowd (you know he’s an introvert) completely fade the moment you step on stage and he’s bobbing his head to the music the whole time, clapping enthusiastically after every number.

He's completely caught off guard when you dedicate the concert to him at the end and doesn’t bother to hide his watery eyes. If you’re already together, he’ll use the Force to extend a strong wave of love and affection towards you, and will still show up backstage with your favorite takeout meal, and either a bouquet of your favorite flowers or a bag of your favorite snack depending on your preference. He even has a thermos full of your favorite tea he made himself in case you need to soothe your throat. He doesn’t hesitate to tell you how amazing and talented you are and everyone around is pretty sure they just watched him fall even more in love with you.

When you extend an invitation to Han, he gives you a casual “sure thing,” but is equal amounts curious and excited. Out of the entire crew, he’s been to the most concerts, but is usually paying more attention to the drinks, potential romantic partners for the night, and maybe even the money to be made with the music as a backdrop. For a second, with his reputation, he even gets a little worried that someone will recognize him in the crowd and stop him from putting all his attention on you – but he’s determined to have his eyes as glued to you as possible and even brings Chewie with him to run interference so he can fully enjoy your performance. More casual venues and genres are more his thing, but he’ll still come to a fancier event to support you and finds he likes it more than he thought he would just because it’s you (although you still can’t really get the concept through to him that buttoning up his shirt all the way isn’t really “fancy”).

When you dedicate the concert to him at the end, he’s completely in shock and sort of stands there like O.O until Chewie gives him a little grumble and nudge. Then Han’s on his feet clapping as hard as he can, hollering out a whooo, yeah! And adding a sharp high whistle with both fingers in his mouth – even if it’s not that type of venue. Of course, he apologizes later if that’s the case, he just got too excited. He comes backstage to congratulate you laden with the best celebratory drinks (and if you don’t drink, he got you some non-alcoholic cocktails that taste amazing) he could find. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and gives you a big squeeze with a “knew you’d blow it out of the park.”

Lando immediately accepts your invitation with a huge grin on his face. With his impressive resume, he’s been in all sorts of settings – from some of the fanciest concert halls the galaxy has to offer to even dingey dive bars where the music’s so loud, you can barely hear yourself think. One of his biggest love languages is gifts (you can pry this headcanon from my cold, dead hands) and he’s not pushy, but insists on making sure you have all the monetary support, set pieces, and perfect garb to put on an exceptional show should you need his help. He’s prepared for any situation (and any outfit – you know that guy’s got a closet bigger than most people’s houses) and even though he’s all cool, calm, and collected when he gets there, he’s barely containing his excitement. He’s 100% dancing – whether it’s more subtle moves in his seat and tapping his leg with his hand, or getting up and busting out his best moves. Of course, he keeps it classy, but there’s no denying he’s having the time of his life.

Like Leia, he’s so touched when you dedicate the concert to him. He has a huge smile on his face and puts both hands over his heart before giving you a tiny bow and extending his hands towards you – even if you’re too far away to see it, he hopes you can somehow feel it. He comes backstage to congratulate you with a giant smile on his face. He rubs your back and tells you that you’re a talent unlike anything he’s ever seen and he’s so glad you got to perform again, and he’s happy to give you all the tools to keep performing for as long as you want. He’s also brought an entire suitcase filled with comfy clothes, your favorite foods, plenty of water, and all the things to run you a nice, hot bath so you can relax while he gives you a massage.

Being Han’s partner in crime, Chewie (platonic) has also been to more than a few concerts and is happy to join. If you and Han are together, he’s taking his bodyguard duties very seriously so that his friend can have full attention on you without having to worry about anyone trying to use him to cause a ruckus. If he sees anyone familiar heading towards Han with a scowl or too much purpose in their step, he quickly removes them before Han even realizes what’s happening. Otherwise, he’s nodding his head in time with the beat and you can’t help but smile from the stage when you hear an excited roar with each round of applause.

Chewie will roar excitedly again and shake his fists in the air if you dedicate the concert to him, and once he’s backstage, will give you the biggest bear hug as he lifts you off your feet and rambles out an ecstatic string of Shyriiwook. C-3PO or Han will translate and let you know you’re now his favorite person. If you weren’t part of the family before, this experience cements it and he will protect you for life.

R2-D2 (platonic) has never been to a concert where he’s just a guest versus helping serve drinks, food, or sneaking around to find information, so is extremely excited and hops around on his little legs to show you just how much. If your gig is fancier with a crowd that’s expected to be quiet during songs and people around him are talking, R2 will give them a little warning zap with one of his retractable arms, and will whistle as loud as he can between numbers. If it’s a more casual gig, he’s wobbling back and forth on his outer legs in tune to the beat.

Dedicating the concert to him will have him so excited, he’ll spin his little head around multiple times until he gets so dizzy, he falls over and the people nearby will have to set him upright again. The whole way backstage, he’s whistling his favorite songs by you and stays glued to you the whole rest of the night – fetching you food, water, a change of clothes, you name it, to the point that Luke wonders if he’s ever going to see his astromech again.

Upon invitation, C-3PO (platonic) will give you an excited “oh my! Well, of course I’ll come!” while waving his hands in the air in excitement. Fancier gigs are much more his forte, but he will eventually get the hang of a more casual one after a few songs. In between each one, he’s bending down to R2 (or whoever he’s with) with a “oh, they’re just wonderful, aren’t they?” Eventually, he can’t resist the urge to clap, even though the metallic CLANG CLANG CLANG of his hands annoys pretty much everyone around him.

Dedicating the concert to him will draw out a shocked “oh good heavens! For me? R2, did they say me? Are you sure? There isn’t another C-3PO in this premises, is there?” before he looks around to double check. Once backstage, he goes on and on and on about how grateful he is to you, how wonderful you were, and then won’t stop telling everyone about how you dedicated “the most wonderful concert” to him for weeks afterward.

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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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heliads · 11 months

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Okay, this particular request has been on my mind for a hot minute and I feel like I have to send it to you before I forget again, SO:

May I please request Han Solo with a gender-neutral Reader?? Reader travels with him and Chewie on the Falcon as a smuggler and is really good at what they do, but is also pretty quiet and doesn’t really talk much, which Han’s kind of always playfully teasing them about. One night the three of them are at a bar on a small planet when they get in trouble and for some reason Reader… has to sing for the entire bar to get them out of it?? (I don’t know, maybe someone at the bar suggests getting one of them to put on a show so they can humiliate them or something.) But it turns out that the Reader, who’s always so quiet, actually has the voice of an angel, and the entire time they’re singing Han is looking at them with a mixture of shock and heart eyes. And then when they’re done and come back to Han and Chewie Han asks what the hell that was and the Reader just shrugs and is like, “You never asked if I could sing.” And Han Solo, Big Bad Outlaw, knows right then and there that he is totally screwed and in love.

I am so sorry if this request is stupid or if it makes no sense, I promise you don’t have to write it (😅). But if you do decide to, thank you so much, and I hope you’re doing well, gorgeous!! 💛💛💛

raven i LOVE YOUR REQUESTS SO MUCH

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Space is cold. Dark. When you’re stuck in a smuggler’s usual shuffle from planet to planet, offworld to onworld to the nothingness of space again, it’s easy to think that you’re the only one out there. You see a thousand stars, and they’re different each time you blink. You’ll never find your way back, if there was a place to return to. You find people you can tolerate and cling to them, hope they’ll stop the restless churning of your heart to start running and never slow down.

Space is lonely. That’s why you stopped doing the solo smuggling act and joined up with two other outlaws in the hopes that it would make you relax enough to sleep at night. It’s worked well for the most part, and then some twilights are like this one, when you’re perched up on the roof of your ship, staring at the sky above and wondering if anyone, anyone, is looking back at you.

Your shipmates can’t blame you for sneaking out. They’re messing around in the nearby township right now, probably landing themselves in debt or coming up with a brilliant plan to get themselves out of it. That sort of stuff isn’t really your scene; gambling must be taken in small doses, by your preference, so you elected to stay behind and watch the ship.

That wasn’t a problem in the beginning, but recently, one of your business partners has been starting to smart at the fact that you don’t want to go wreck some credits with him. Han Solo has been a lot of things at a lot of times, but you never took him for sentimental.

In all honesty, you’re not quite sure how to describe him, nor this recent change in his opinion. When you first met Han, he was sort of reluctant to take you on. It had been him and Chewbacca for the longest time, and although Han makes his bank by being versatile, change like that is hard to accept. You’re damn good at what you do, though, and soon enough he had to admit that having someone else watch his back couldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

It was easier after that, once the contracts were signed and you swore with all a smuggler’s honor that you would never steal his goods and money and leave him high and dry on some world neither of you recognized. Honor among thieves is a treacherous sword with which to guard your hopes, but you and Han operated around the same sort of moral codes, so you figured you could trust him pretty well.

You were friends after that. Sort of. Han’s Han, of course, he’d charm anyone out of anything. By contrast, you were perfectly content to hang back in the shadows, or hide up on the roof of the Millennium Falcon to watch the stars burst in the sky instead of heading to another gambling den.

That didn’t bother Han in the start. Half the time, he’d win a little too quickly and the rest of his card players would chase after him, guns blazing, so having someone available to fire up the ship and get him out of there was a nice ace in the hole.

Lately, though, he’s started wheedling you a little more to come with him. Says he gets lonely when he can only count on one other life form present in a room to not want him dead. You’re a quiet person, always have been, but that doesn’t stop Han from trying to convince you to come with him anyway. Doesn’t matter, though. He’ll tease you half to death but still give up eventually when he knows there’s no changing your mind.

He’s started coming back earlier and earlier, though. Sometimes he’ll stagger into the Falcon past dawn, eyes still bright with happily won credits, but you don’t think you’ve seen him out there later than midnight in quite some time.

Take right now, actually. He’s only been gone for a standard hour or two when you catch sight of him traipsing back to the ship. Chewie barks out a greeting up to you when he gets close enough, and Han raises a hand, cheeky like always.

To your surprise, though, Han climbs out of the top access port to join you within a few moments. He takes a seat on the roof of the ship next to you, hands propped up behind him so he can stare at the sky.

“Nice night,” he remarks casually.

You arch a brow. “I never took you for a stargazer. Are you going to write a poem or something pleasant about it, too?”

Han chuckles. “I’ll leave the romantics to you, sweetheart. I’m sure you’ve got a rhyme or two stuck in that introverted head of yours.”

“Mmm,” you pretend to agree, “they’re all about the nice, kind boys I’ve met on other planets. Totally unlike the card shark I’m stuck with right now.”

“Hey,” Han protests, “I’m more than a card shark.”

“Yeah, you’re a flyboy too. Head stuck in the clouds even more than me.” You reply.

A beat after you say them, you wonder if the words are a little too mean, crossing the line from banter to plain insults. When Han starts to laugh, though, you get this odd feeling that if it were anyone other than you saying them, he would be mad. Instead, he grins, does the thing where he closes his eyes and shakes his head derisively as if he couldn’t possibly believe that you were saying such a thing to him, nor that he would be so proud that you did.

“I always love your fire,” he grins, “Remind me why it’s always directed at me, though?”

“You’re the closest,” you tell him.

“I am,” he says affectionately.

You’re looking at the stars. He’s looking at you. Out of the corner of your eyes, you can see him opening and closing his mouth in an attempt to rally his spirits to say something. It’s important, whatever this is, but instead–

“D’you want to go drinking with us tomorrow night? We found a good place. Great place. We probably won’t even get shot upon arrival.” Han sort of winces as he says it. This might not have been what he truly wanted to say, but he’s said it anyway.

“Sure.” The word is out before you can stop yourself. It’s not usually your scene, but you get the feeling that there’s more riding on this than just a round or two of watered down drinks.

“Really?” Han asks, surprised.

You swat him on the shoulder. “No need to seem so stunned. I do go out on occasion.”

“Oh, I know,” he says, “Just glad it’ll be now.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”

A growl sounds from the inside of the ship; Chewie saying that he needs your help fixing up a part of the Falcon that’s been shoddy and sparking for some time now. You take it as a sign of both their trust that they’ll let you poke around on their beloved starship, even if you wish you hadn’t been wanted inside right now. Judging by the look on Han’s face, he’s thinking along the same lines.

“Well, I’d better go,” you say. It’s somewhat unnecessary to tell him this, given the fact that Han heard Chewie just as well as you did, but it fills the empty silence for at least a few more seconds.

Han nods, looks away, and you slip back inside the ship. You wait for the sound of his footsteps on the metal surface, but he stays out there a while longer, quiet. Unlike himself. You try to distract yourself with spark plugs and egregious amounts of rust in control panels, but the thoughts return soon enough, chasing themselves over and over in your head with thoughts of what could have and should have been if you had not left at that very moment.

You do your best to push the whole affair out of your head soon enough. Han’s your friend, sort of; your business partner, definitely. He makes his money off of convincing people of things and feelings that don’t exist. You can’t trust a single flirt or joke until he says something for sure.

Still, you know things. You know how he looks at you when he thinks you can’t see. You know that Han hasn’t stayed the night with a single girl in a long time. Stars, he doesn’t even dance with them unless he has to, and when someone buys him a drink, half the time he’ll just give it to you.

This is all just improper speculation, though, and it would do you good to ignore it all until something real happens. Until then, you keep up with your business contacts, you focus on what you’re supposed to be doing, and when Han reminds you that you agreed to go drinking with that night, you try not to feel like the whole world is falling to pieces.

It would be fun to get out of the ship, though, to have some fun in between risking your neck on endless jobs. You put on flashy clothes you haven’t worn in a while, you clean the engine grease out from under your fingernails, and when it takes Han several moments to pick up his jaw from the floor when he sees you before you leave, you count every one of the heartbeats that passes before he stammers out that you should get going soon.

He hasn’t been to this bar in a while, Han admits. He heard good things about it, but who really knows around these parts? You remind him that his criteria for ‘good things’ only include cold drinks and not getting killed on sight. He tells you that anything more than that is picky, and you laugh. It’s easy. It’s not something that you have to worry about, and you don’t have to double-check your every word to make sure you’re not embarrassing yourself. You’ve never had to think like that before, and it’s strange to do it now.

Han points out the club, reaches it first, holds the door open for you, which is strange. Everything feels new. You feel like a teenager who’s overgrown their welcome at home just enough to set off for brighter, more distant worlds, someone without the slightest clue how to operate on a planet that isn’t theirs. There should be a travel guide in your back pocket, a map in your hand, and memorized helpful phrases on your tongue, but instead all you have is the presence of mind to walk through the door and pretend that nothing is wrong.

You order a drink, which is something you can do without needing to watch Han out of the corner of your eye. You do it anyway. He is too present in this transformed world of yours. You are conscious of every word you say, how you thank the bartender for your drink, all the muscles necessary to down a swallow or two.

Han gets a drink too. The light is dim here; it makes it easier for patrons to lose track of time, their peace of mind, how many credits they’ve spent already. It makes it easier to forget just why you don’t come with Han every time. His knuckles are white around his drink like it’s a stuck knob on his bank of controls. He can straighten out, straighten up, if he just tightens his grip enough.

Before either of you can figure out where you’re going from here, the restless chatter of the bar turns to sharp, hard-edged syllables. There’s a man in front of the two of you, he’s come out of the back room to yell at the two of you. He’s the owner of this place, or so he claims, and he’s just about had it with smugglers coming in his town and drinking his product and wasting his money.

Turns out Han swindled him a few days ago, and now the owner wants payback. Han stands up slowly, raising his hands in mock surrender as if that gesture does anything but get his hands closer to his blasters, but the owner isn’t having any of it.

The bar owner scoffs, spits on the ground. “None of your tricks, Solo. You’ve given me too much trouble already. Years of it.”

Han frowns exaggeratedly. “Years of it? You’re crazy. This was just one bad time, that’s all.”

The owner shakes his head. “Wrong. You were here just last year, broke five of my glasses and convinced my best singer to resign.”

You glance over at Han with a surprised laugh you’re only barely able to hold back, and mouth five? at him. He purses his lips and whispers back that he’ll explain later. You can’t wait to hear that story.

It might have to come later, though, because the owner of this place is getting more annoyed by the minute. “Do you know how hard it was to replace her? Sales have been down ever since, and it’s all because of you. Empty stage tonight since she went and told everyone lies about my business practices.”

“I don’t think they were lies–” Han begins, but you cut him off before he can land you in even more hot water.

“You said you needed a singer?” You ask as innocently as you can, “I can sing tonight if we can go home without trouble afterwards.”

The owner and Han both turn to you with identical expressions of confusion.

“You will?” The bar owner asks.

“Sure,” you tell him, “but I want your word that we’ll leave without a single injury and no more credits paid than for our drinks tonight. Two songs and I’m done.”

“Three,” the guy argues.

“Three it is,” you say, and thankfully the owner backs off.

The second the tension ceases, Han turns to you with a bewildered expression on his face. “What is this about? Why are you telling him you’ll sing?”

You put a hand on his arm. “Relax, Han. I’m handling the situation, which you weren’t, by the way. Just roll with it and don’t start any more fights.”

“I don’t start fights,” Han retorts indignantly, “that guy totally came up to us first.”

You roll your eyes. “Same difference. This’ll be over in a heartbeat, don’t sweat it.”

Han looks like he wants to contest that, but you’re being directed up to the stage and then you’re up there with everyone looking at you and maybe, just maybe, Han was right about this being a mistake. You know one thing that Han doesn’t, though, and that’s that you’ve been singing for a while. It was a hobby of yours before smuggling became your main career, but you’ve been keeping up with your voice for a long time.

It’s just enough for you to get through the agreed upon three songs without much difficulty. They’re easy, especially since you convince the guy to get you some backing tracks so it’s not just your voice alone in all that stillness. By the end of your little show, you’re honestly enjoying yourself. It’s fun, and the dizzying round of applause that greets you when you’re finally done is certainly something to behold.

The bar owner sticks to his word, letting you and Han go without a fight. He even encourages you to come back any time you want, provided you repeat this sort of performance, that is. You just laugh and tell him that you’ll have to see about that.

You’re distracted, honestly. You’re not thinking about the bar or the show or anything, actually. All you can see is the expression on Han’s face, the way his eyes widened when you first started singing, how he had this awestruck look that stayed up throughout your whole performance and is still there now, even after you finished.

It’s like he’s never seen you before. Yes, that’s right. Like he thought he knew everything about you just to be totally blown out of the water. Even as the two of you walk back to the ship, Han keeps tripping over smooth ground because he can’t stop looking at you. Like he never wants to stop.

“What is it?” You ask at last, once the adrenaline rush of the show wears off and you start to question everything; if it had been good or not, if this is something that will change how the two of you speak forever.

“Nothing,” Han says quickly, “nothing. I just didn’t know you could sing. You never told me.”

You shrug as casually as you can. “You never asked.”

Han doesn’t seem to think this is an acceptable explanation. “Well, how much else is there about you that I don’t know just because I never asked?”

You smile. “A lot, actually.”

A pause. He looks back at you again, and then you see something click in his eyes, a realization of what you have not said and what he has not asked.

“Damn it,” he says all of a sudden.

You stare at him. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” Han mutters through a flurry of avoided glances and dismissive gestures, “Nothing at all. Just. Get back to the ship, will you? We’ve got places to be. You’ll be there, right?”

“Sure I will,” you tell him, “Aren’t I always?”

“You are,” Han says, and then his face loses that wide-eyed, frenzied stare it had wielded only seconds before. He’s calm again, sure of himself, but not as arrogant as usual. Just– happy, almost. Content in a knowledge that had not been his to cherish before. “I know you are.”

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imaginesfordifferentfandoms · 2 years

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Safe Place

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Prompts - 'The safe place you created for me, all those years ago, that's where I call home.'

If you were to ask anyone in the galaxy who would be the least likely person to become a dad many people would have said Han Solo, especially if you asked who would be a dad to a baby girl. Han himself would have told anyone who asked that he was in no way equipped to raise a daughter, the idea alone was enough to terrify him, how could he ever raise a girl?

And yet somehow here he was, standing in the medcenter staring down at this beautiful, small baby girl that somehow fit in the palms of his hands. His eyes were watery as he stared down at you, almost like you weren’t real, and he could feel the fear that seemed to run through his whole body but somehow the fear was being drowned out slightly by the absolute and unyielding love he felt for you.

It was an overwhelming experience, feeling so much love for somebody who had only been alive for a few minutes. To know that he would do anything you wanted, anything you asked without a second thought, to know that he would burn the galaxy down just to keep you safe and you couldn’t even do anything yet, he hated to think just how much you’d get away with once you could speak, once you knew just how much power you held over him, once you knew that you had him wrapped so tightly around your tiny little finger.

How did somebody like him make something as amazing as you?

Of course just because he felt this much love for you, just because he knew he would pull the stars from the sky for you it didn’t mean he was suddenly confident in his ability to raise a daughter, if anything feeling this love for you only made him infinitely more terrified because you deserved the whole galaxy and he didn’t want to mess that up, he didn’t want to ruin you.

He was out of his depth, give him a blaster and a dangerous situation where the odds of surviving were slim to none and he was fine, he excelled in that. Give him the most precious baby girl in the whole galaxy and see how quickly he would crumble.

The first time he remembered being terrified when it came to you was when you were five years old. An absolute angel who was too curious for her own good, always getting into things you shouldn’t if left unattended for more than ten seconds.

One day Han had left the room to grab you some juice, he had been out of the room for less than fifteen seconds when he came back to see you with his blaster that he knew damn well he had placed out of your reach, how you had managed to get it Han didn’t know and didn’t even stop to question it.

All he felt was fear unlike any he had felt before and his blood turned cold as he ran over to you and snatched the blaster away from you, hating how you looked up at him with wide, watery eyes and a quivering lip. He couldn’t do anything, he felt frozen in fear and just about managed to grit out an order for you to go to your room.

He watched you leave the room with tears sliding down your face but he didn’t move to follow you. Han reached up and rubbed his forehead with his fingers, staring down at the blaster and mentally telling himself to hide the weapons away safely, apparently it wasn’t good enough for them to just be out of your reach now.

He waited five minutes before he left the living room and made his way over to your bedroom. The door was open halfway but he couldn’t hear you in there and felt a pit of guilt in his stomach, hoping he hadn’t scared you when he had snatched the blaster from you but he had been terrified, needing it out of your hands immediately.

If he thought he felt fear when he saw you with a blaster it was nothing compared to the fear that spread through him when he saw your bedroom was empty and that you were nowhere to be found in the house, despite him and Chewie searching the whole place and the grounds.

Of course the one time you go missing Leia has to be off planet with the damn droid.

It wasn’t until he was doing another sweep of the house, passing by the hangar bay that he had already checked that he heard a noise that caused him to pause. He took a few steps back and stood in the doorway before his eyes landed on the Falcon, the door was closed but that noise had definitely come from inside it.

Dammit, he thought to himself.

You knew you weren’t allowed on the Falcon by yourself, only if he or Chewie were there to supervise you and you had always followed the rule. No matter how desperate you were to board the Falcon you always waited until either of them could take you or just dragged one of them along with you so you could sit up front in the cockpit and pretend to pilot the ship.

Feeling some of his fear slip away he took a deep breath and made his way over to the Falcon and down towards the cockpit. His heart ached as he saw you in the pilot’s seat, his seat, curled up with tears still running down your face.

“C’mere,” He murmured softly, walking over to you and picking you up just enough for him to slide onto his seat and settle you down on his lap, smiling down at you as you curled into him and gripped his shirt whilst wiping your face into it.

“What are we doing on here, huh?” He asked you, keeping his voice soft and low as he tilted your face up towards him and wiped your tears away.

“Mad.” Was all you mumbled before hiding away against his chest and he felt himself completely soften, torn between cursing himself for acting so rashly he had scared you but also not regretting his actions because seeing you with that damn blaster had terrified him more than anything he had faced before.

“I’m not mad at you, sweetheart.” He told you, chuckling as you shook your head, “I’m not, really, just seeing you with that blaster scared me, you know it’s not a toy.”

The two of you stayed there on the Falcon for longer than Han could recall, curled up together in the pilot’s seat long enough for you to fall asleep in his lap and Han to carry you back to your bedroom, tucking you in securely and pressing a kiss to your forehead before leaving to safely lock up the weapons.

That day seemed to have created a tradition of sorts somehow. Whenever you were sad, whenever you were scared or overwhelmed or just needed a safe place to calm down you always made your way over to the Falcon. Han never panicked anymore when he couldn’t find you, he knew all he had to do was go to the hangar and he’d find you curled up in his seat.

He remembered the fight you had with Leia, you must have only been around nine or ten. He remembered looking away from her down at you and just wondering how someone so little could hold so much anger and it wasn’t the typical anger you’d expect from a kid, nothing like temper tantrums you’d thrown before when you couldn’t make sense of your feelings. It was genuine anger, you had started showing signs of being able to use the force and Leia had wanted you to go to Luke, wanted you to be trained under her brother so you could control it.

Han hadn’t given an opinion, he’d been asked but he refrained from telling Leia how much he hated that idea, how much the thought of his little girl being sent away felt like his heart was being torn out of his chest.

Luckily for him, your distaste for the idea was loud enough to speak for Han too.

Han had known for a long time you could use the force, once the fear had left him over seeing you with a blaster and you were fast asleep he had time to think about it. He knew he hadn’t left the blaster within your reach and that there shouldn’t have been any way for you to reach it…not unless the force was involved. From then he had seen different instances of you using the force, a toy just out of reach, a cookie on the counter, a piece of meat on his plate after yours was long gone and your plate held only vegetables, no problem you’d just float whatever you wanted over to yourself.

“I don’t wanna go!” You yelled, angry tears making their way down your face and it took everything for Han not to intervene, to put his foot down on this topic and tuck you away but he knew Leia only wanted what was best for you.

“Y/N,” Leia started, her voice firm but soft but you didn’t give her the chance to speak, you let out an angry huff, already knowing exactly what she was going to say considering the conversation was just going around in circles.

Instead of staying to listen to it you stormed out of the living room, shoving past Han who turned to watch you stomp down the hallway and made your way down to the Falcon, knowing full well your dad wouldn’t let you be alone for long but he’d give you long enough to yourself that you could calm down a bit.

“All that anger isn’t good.” Leia said softly, causing Han to finally look away from the empty hallway and back at her, a frown on his face as he shook his head.

“She’s a kid who doesn’t want to leave home. Just because she’s frustrated now doesn’t automatically mean she’s going dark side.” Han told her, tone almost dismissive in the way Leia hated when she tried to talk about something serious and she narrowed her eyes at him.

“There’s always a chance.” She told him, looking away from Han and off into the distance.

“No there’s not,” Han replied, tone hard and leaving no room for Leia to disagree with him, no room for Leia to doubt you. “She’s a good kid.”

And with that he too turned to leave the living room, leaving Leia sat alone to ponder the best course of action though it seemed to be two against one. Han made his way down the hallway, down towards the hangar, something he was sure he could do in his sleep with how often he followed you down here.

It wasn’t long before he made his way through the Falcon and stopped to knock on the frame of the entrance to the cockpit, smiling sympathetically at you, the familiar sight of you curled in his seat still managed to warm his heart no matter the situation or how many times he had seen it.

You didn’t say anything, didn’t look up, just continued to stare out of the window at the closed door but Han didn’t let it deter him. Instead he walked in and picked you up, just as he always did and settled you on his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist as you tucked yourself under his chin.

“I don’t wanna leave.” You mumbled brokenly causing him to frown.

“Then you’re not going to.” He told you like it was that simple and it really was, if you didn’t want to leave Han wasn’t going to force you. He was going to keep you around for as long as he could until you got too old to be spending time with your dad or hiding away on the Falcon.

“But mom said-” You began, tilting your head to look up at him but he cut you off with a smile and shake of his head.

“Don’t you worry about your mom, just leave her to me.” He said, giving you a wink that caused you to giggle and it was like the mood instantly shifted and felt a little lighter.

Maker, he’d do anything to hear that sound instead of listening to your cries.

Han’s heart hadn’t stopped beating wildly in his chest, so loud he could hear it in his ears, almost deafening and yet you stood there rolling your eyes at him and in that moment he had never felt so unequipped to be a dad.

“I don’t even know why you’re making such a big deal out of this, I didn’t even go that far and I’m fine.” You told him, gesturing down to yourself as if to prove your point.

“You stole the Falcon, Y/N!” Han snapped back at you, fury taking the place of the fear that had coursed through his veins at seeing both you and his ship missing. “What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that you and mom never let me leave and I am so tired of this place! You go on adventures all the time and you never let me go with you, forgive me for wanting to see more of the galaxy!” You snarked, rolling your eyes again in a way that made him want to grab your shoulders and shake you until you realised just how reckless you had been, just how terrified you had made him.

“You can’t even fly the damn thing yet, could’ve gotten yourself killed.” And that was the thought that played on a loop the entire time it had taken him to track you down, his blood running cold as the thought refused to leave.

Sure he’d given you plenty of flying lessons but not enough for you to take the damn ship out yourself.

“I can fly it better than you.” You shot back, knowing damn well it wasn’t true but wanting to say anything to annoy him even more at this point, unwilling to see it from his point of view, unwilling to apologise when you’d had such an amazing afternoon in a faraway village, surrounded by all different types of people.

“Kid, we both know that’s bantha fodder. There’s a reason you don’t go off on your own, you’re damn lucky to be standing there right now.” The words had you rolling your eyes again at him, and Han clenching his jaw, a disbelieving scoff leaving your lips and you shoved past him, leaving the room, and heading down to where Han had landed the ship not long ago.

Han let you go, the two of you both needing time to calm down.

It was times like this he felt so unequipped to be a dad, so completely out of his depth because on the one hand he knew you had always longed for more, longed to jump in the Falcon and search the whole galaxy. Despite your words Han had actually taken you on more than your fair share of adventures, nothing too dangerous but he couldn’t resist seeing the look of joy on your face as the Falcon made her way across the galaxy, watching the wonder on your face as you saw all kinds of species and the pride he felt when he watched you interact with them, always so polite and friendly.

On the other hand though, they’d witnessed so much, they knew there were still people out there that would love the chance to hurt them and you out alone in the galaxy was the perfect way for someone to get back at them.

He knew you understood that but he also knew you were a kid who took after the rest of her family, knew there was something more for you out there. He hoped you’d never be forced to be something more than you were, hoped that everything they’d done would be enough for you to live your life freely but the fear of something bad, something dark was always lurking in their thoughts.

Enough time passed to the point where his heart was no longer in his throat and he couldn’t hear each thump in his ears. For the first time in years, for the first time since you were a five year old little girl, he hesitated on his journey down to the Falcon, doubting for the first time that that was the place you would choose to hide away in.

He’d always figured that eventually you would stop using the ship as your safe place, always tried to ignore the thought and the ache in his heart but couldn’t now that he thought it was actually happening. He couldn’t help but remember the last time the two of you took refuge there, couldn’t help but regret the fact he hadn’t held you tighter, hadn’t held you longer.

Still he made his way down the familiar path and felt a weight fall from his shoulders as he saw the door to the ship wide open, couldn’t help but smile despite the fight as he made his way to the cockpit to see you curled up on the seat, taking a second just take in the familiar scene just in case the day was drawing nearer that you didn’t hide away here anymore.

He made his way into the room, taking a seat on the arm of the chair and looked down at you, hating how you hesitated before meeting his eyes.

“I know you’re a tough kid and I know you can handle yourself,” Han said, tone showing how much he believed his words causing you to relax slightly, no matter how bad the fight was between you and your dad it was like being in the Falcon raised a white flag and you both agreed not to bring it onto the ship. “but you know why the thought of you out there scares the hell out of me. I can’t lose you, kiddo.”

If your eyes were a little watery, well it’s not like your dad hadn’t seen you in worse states but you still leaned forward, burying your head against his stomach as he wrapped an arm around you, leaning down to press a kiss to your hair and if he held you a bit tighter, well who could blame him?

The two of you stayed on the ship for the rest of the day after that, neither one of you wanted to leave the safety she offered and when it came time for bed you ended up in Han’s cabin, you tucked under his chin and Han was more than happy to hold you.

When the Falcon disappeared it felt like a large part of you had gone missing too, after the dark side had gotten a new leader, after Uncle Luke disappeared, blaming himself for letting one of his student’s turn to the dark side of the force, after your mom and dad went their separate ways, after the First Order had begun their attacks…all you wanted to do was hide away on the Falcon, hating that you had ever wished for something more, for an adventure.

Now you were by your mother’s side, commanding armies and watching people you had come to care so deeply for die on a regular basis. There was nowhere that had ever felt more like home than the Falcon did and not having her around anymore saw you pushing your emotions further and further down and bottling them up tightly.

Today felt particularly bad even though nothing major had actually happened. Some days the weight of everything that was happening just felt like too much. You heard that your mom was back on base and headed outside to greet her, needing a distraction from the thoughts running wild in your mind.

You didn’t pay much attention to your surroundings, only enough so that you could avoid X-wing pilots who ran back and forth across the base, barely avoiding getting your feet crushed by the BB unit you knew to be Poe’s causing you to tilt your head, laughing fondly as the droid knocked into people before crashing into the man he was looking for, Poe just as excited to greet the droid.

“Hey kiddo.” A voice said to the side of you, a voice that caused your head to snap around, gaze locking onto your dad before looking past him, feeling your eyes widened at the ship that stood behind him. “I brought her home.” Han said softly, watching your frozen frame and seeing the exact moment your brain started working again.

Tears filled your eyes as you let out a slightly manic laugh of disbelief, head shaking as if you couldn’t believe your eyes before you ran to meet your dad who easily caught you in his arms, winding them around you and holding you tight against his chest, one hand coming up to cup the back of your head.

“You got her back?” You mumbled into his chest but he heard you clearly anyway.

“Sure did, kid.” He smiled, a weight falling from his shoulders as he had you in his arms again.

You don’t know how long you stood wrapped in Han’s arms for but eventually you pulled away and smiled up at him, his hand moving to cup your cheek and bring your foreheads together. With everything going on lately it felt like heaven to not only see your dad again but for him to have brought back the place you truly thought of as home with him.

You moved away from him and took a cautious step over towards the Falcon, almost as if you expected it to disappear, causing Han to smile fondly at you. It only took a few steps, Han following behind you, until you were in the Falcon and the feeling of home overwhelmed you, memories assaulting your mind as you looked around, letting your fingers drag against the walls as you made your way further into the ship, stopping when you stood in the doorway of the cockpit.

If you thought stepping into the Falcon itself was overwhelming it was nothing compared to stepping into the cockpit. You never thought you’d be standing in here again, never thought you’d be able to find a moment's peace like the ones you had come to love in here. Somehow even despite everything going on outside, being in this room made it easier to breathe.

You didn’t realise the tears were pouring down your face until Han pressed a hand to your shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze pulling you out of your frozen state and giving you the push you needed to step foot into the room, instantly feeling better.

Your fingers danced along the back of the pilot’s seat as you made your way around it, sitting down in the seat with a soft sigh. Han smiled over at you as he made his way into the room, taking his place on the arm of the chair, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close, you cuddling into him without a second thought, feeling like no time had passed between now and the last time you were in here.

Of course time had passed and you had somehow found yourself fighting against the dark side, found yourself giving orders out despite being completely unequipped to handle the job and yet it was easy to block out all of that when it was just the two of you in here, easy to forget how messed up things had truly gotten. Han, like you, never thought he’d have this moment again, never thought it’d just be the two of you curled up together on your seat in the Falcon but here you were.

There was an exhaustion that ran deep in his bones at the thought of another war. He had no idea what was going to come in the next few days, next few weeks and months. He had no idea when the next time he’d be able to sit in here with you again would be, hell he didn’t even know if there would be a next time and that thought sent an ache through his chest and caused him to pull you closer to him, his grip tightening on you like he was afraid to lose you.

“I love you, kiddo, you know that right?” He asked you, he needed to say it all of a sudden, looking down at you and smiling shakily as you looked up at him, eyes still filled with tears but you looked less tired, like this was exactly what you needed and he was glad he could give it to you.

“I know,” you murmured softly, smiling up at him and nodding, watching as his own smile widened and he let out a small huff of laughter, “I love you too.”

Yeah, Han didn’t know what was coming next. He didn’t know who was going to live to tell the stories of this war and who was going to die fighting.

Whatever happened next he’d do it for you, he’d do it for Leia. He’d given you your home back, brought her back to you and knew that if nothing else, if anything were to happen to him, he knew you’d at least have a safe place to deal with it.

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inlovewithalotoffandoms · 2 years

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Imagine............ Your older brother Han Solo finds you hiding in the Millennium Falcon with a boy. (Part 3/3)

At this point Han would have already asked Chewi to beat him up but he didn't.

"Why do you like my sister?" Han asked your boyfriend.

"I don't just like her......I love her." Y/B/F/N said and you were in complete shock.

"Why? What's one thing you love about my sister?"

"Well, she's brave, smart, badass, her smile, her laugh, her personality and she's really pretty. Inside and out."

"AWWWWW." You say. They heard you and told you to come out and you said,

"Crap."

Han looked at the too of you. And not gonna lie you were scared.

"First of all I......approve and Second," He said and the two of you were overjoyed. Han continued,"If you ever and I mean ever, break my little sisters heart, I will track you down and ask Chewi to eat you alive. Are we clear?"

Your boyfriend was scard and said,

"Crystal."

Han smiled at himself for successfully scaring your boyfriend.

"Good. Oh and Y/N?" He said.

You were now confused and replied,

"Yes big brother?"

He looked at you with a smirk on his face and you knew it wasn't gonna be good.

"Your grounded for......two weeks." He said and high fived Chewi.

You were in shock once again and said,

"What?"

Han gave the 'Sorry not sorry' look and said,

"Witch means... No Y/B/F/N."

Now your Y/B/F/N was in shock.

"What? No Y/B/F/N?" Your boyfriend exclaimed.

"NO Y/B/F/N." Han says in a high vioce.

The two of you looked at each other and in unison said,

"That's fair."

Even though Han approved he was still getting used to it, but seeing you happy mad him happy.

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phoenixkaptain · 1 year

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I feel like the funniest interactions Din and Han could possibly have are Han being able to perfectly read what Din is thinking without him taking his armour off.

Like, Han is best friends with Chewbacca. Han has hung around aliens for the entirety of his adult life. Han has around bounty hunters for the entirety of his adult life. Han definitely knows what Din is thinking.

Anyway it’s really funny because I imagine it like:

Han: “Don’t look at me like that! It isn’t my fault!”

Din:

Han: “Don’t go trying to guilt trip me, it won’t work.”

Din:

Han: “Gah! Fine! It’s my fault. Happy now?”

Din:

Han: “I swear, you’ve got a kicked loth cat face that rivals the kid’s…”

Literally everyone else: “What just happened?”

#star wars #din djarin #han solo #the mandalorian #star wars original trilogy #han and din should be pals #dinluke #how else would they ever meet huh #the inane ramblings of a madman #actually thinking about it #there are a lot of ways these two could meet #and all of them are funnier than the last #like imagine they all meet din separate #and discuss him #and they all think they’re talking about different people #that would be so funny

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nose-riding.

MINORS DNI 18+

"Don't get shy on me now," HAN SOLO chides, those big hands clamped on your thighs to make sure you stay pinned where you belong. Your hesitance is demonstrated through the tremble in your legs, wrestling with the instinct to hover over his mouth while his strength overpowers you, muscling you into your seat. “the fuck are you going?”

“Han, give me a second.” you plea through a whimper, but he yanks you down, his lips kissing the ones between your legs as the roughness of his shaved face scrape your soft tissue.

“Mm-mm,” he denies, muffled by your flesh as his mouths your folds, enveloping them in wet warmth that makes your eyes flutter. Thick arms lock around your thighs, cords of muscle swollen atop your lap, taking advantage of your position to jostle you gently over him. A rhythm is set, one your body adapts to within seconds, obeying his silent command to grind. The new sensation that comes with wetting his entire face with your slick tightens your grip on the headboard, releasing a burst of air in a gasp as you chase that growing feeling in the pit of your stomach. Encouraging groans sound underneath you, seemingly enjoying this just as much as you, heightening in volume as your enthusiasm becomes clearer.

Juices drip down his chin and the sides of his face as you ride it, listening to the sounds of sex fill the room as he continues to liven your efforts with his flexing biceps, rocking you on him with fervor that you meet with eager cooperation. He ducks his head, straining his neck from the weight of a body on it, but he ignores the pain, reaching his tongue to circle your hole, shoving it in. A sharp keen is drawn from you, one so vulnerable it rips you out of the trance. Another wave of heat is swift to bloom on your cheeks, and briefly you slow to cover your mouth in embarrassment. It's reprimanded as quickly as it occurred, Han's massive hand swatting the fat of your ass to imprint the colored shape of his scold. You yelp, jumping forward that brushes your clit against the tip of his nose.

The feeling introduced to you shoots electricity up your spine, and you follow it. You aim your hips just as he angles his head, reading your mind. He nuzzles your bud, puffy from stimulation, as his tongue traces the outline of your sex. One of those powerful and low moans of his, vibrating you, is enough to corral you to the edge. Your hips quicken, grinding down, desiring more and more pressure as your swirl your clit around his nose. You can feel him surge as he tugs you down—it's a wonder how he's not suffocating yet—desperate lips latching onto your delicate tissues, swiping side to side on your sex, painting himself with your new layer of cream. One hand releases the headboard to fist his hair to which he groans obscenely about. Your fist tightens, digging him into your hungry sex, letting him devour you as you direct him.

Since you're going at it on your own, he unlocks you, those callused hands running up your body, molding your pretty flesh in his grasp as he wanders your torso and chest. He gives your tits a hearty squeeze, pinching your nips between his thick fingers, before running down your back so he can get at your ass, groping you.

"Just like that, Han, almost there, just like that," you whisper, winded from effort, riding his face without a shred of inhibition. Your clit swipes across the bridge of his nose, hitting the bone, and your cry out as the coil snaps. Sweet juices flood, pouring out of you, drowning Han just like he wanted. Arms wrap around your hips, keeping you moving while your orgasm takes you over, squeezing your eyes shut as your body locks up like its got a mind of its own. He's not gonna let you chicken out, forcing you to keep grinding, overstimulating your abused clit. Even your fist banging haphazardly against the headboard, nails of your other hand digging into his scalp doesn't deter him. Choked noises of pain and pleasure release from deep within your gut, and the violent spurts of your pussy gradually slow to a stop. Your hole flutters, and carefully he lifts your leg for you, pushing you to lean to one side so he can extract himself. He envelopes you in his arms, tucking you into his chest as you breathe hard.

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dameronology · 1 year

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star wars boys and having to share a bed with you? 🙌

i feel like some fluff is needed after all the angst lately icl (this is like in a pre-established relationship scenario <3)

includes din, poe, finn, han, luke & obi-wan

the mandalorian/din djarin

sharing a bed with din is like being in the safest place in the world. he absolutely has to be the one to be closest to the door and more often than not, he'll wrap his entire body around yours both out of affection and protection. if he's comfy enough to share a bed with you, it sort of feels axiomatic that he's comfy enough to sleep with the armour off too, but in the earlier stages of your relationship you might have to deal with it being on all the time. after a while, though, it'll be shed before he gets into bed. din is an incredibly warm person so it's always pretty toasty too, even without him acting like a human blanket. his favourite way to sleep is with his back pressed to yours, arms looped around your front and legs tangled together.

poe dameron

poe is a cuddler. there's no two ways of going about it and it's not exclusive to you either - actually, there's a reason that most his colleagues want two beds on a stakeout, as opposed to being dragged into dameron's arms against their will at nighttime. obviously, you mind a lot less than them - it's something you come to struggle sleeping without, actually - but just expect for him to always be holding you. even if you move to the other side of bed and jut your limbs out, the man is still gonna find a way to pull you back into his arms. his favourite way to sleep is facing you, head buried underneath your chin, one arm underneath you and the other over you.

finn

finn spent most of his life sleeping in tiny military cots in the first order, so when you first share a bed it's like sleeping next to a corpse that simply will not move. so, in the early stages of your relationship you sort of have to work yourself around him but the more he gets used to it, the more receptive he is to being touchy at night. he's generally quite light with his touches - usually just a hand on your hip or his head on your shoulder - but when one of you has been away for a while or life is a little tense, he definitely becomes clingier.

han solo

han solo manspreads at night. he hanspreads. you could have a kingsize bed and he could take up 99% of it. it makes sharing a bed with him difficult at first but the closer you become, the closer he likes to be at you tonight. after that, the problem is not so much sleeping around han as it is avoiding han at night, because you normally wake up to find that his entire torso is on top of you, or he's managed to slip underneath you is now your mattress.

luke skywalker

luke is susceptible to nightmares after the fall of the empire, and sleeping close to you is what helps soothe him. it's something he can't avoid if you're apart but if you're sleeping together, he has to be close to you in someway; maybe just a hand holding yours or even your legs touching, anything for him to know that you're there. you can normally tell when his nightmares are worse, or when he's feeling low, because he'll sleep closer to you and hold you a little tighter.

obi-wan kenobi

obi-wan is the heaviest sleeper you will ever meet, so the position that you go to sleep in has to be one that you're okay to stay in til he wakes up. he's self-aware so he's quite light with his touches at night - more often than not, he just sleeps beside you with a hand resting on the side of your leg, hip, or arm - but there have been times when he's wrenched you closer to him in his sleep. good luck if you need a wee.

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harrisonbrainrot · 4 months

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Modern!Han SFW Alphabet

My asks are fucked up for some reason idk wtf is happening. This was also requested.

A C H M N P

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

It takes a little bit, but Han is very affectionate. It's quiet affection. He wants to press a kiss to your forehead, hold you close while you're at a bonfire party, he wants his hand in your back pocket while you drag him around stores. He wants to hold your hand while he drives or keep his on your thigh.

A common occurrence is talking to your friends at the bar and glancing over to see Han leaning on a pool cue, watching you with a crooked smile. He'll take that as a sign to approach you, dropping his arm over your shoulder, his forehead pressing to the side of your head. "What're we talkin' 'bout, babes?" punctuated with a kiss to your temple.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He can be incredibly clingy, he wants you clingy. He wants you all over him, always. On his lap, curled into his chest, your head under his chin. He wants your head on his thigh while you read a book, his fingers threading through your hair. He loves to spoon on the couch, the rough, plaid fabric a stark contrast to your soft and sweet skin. He'll pepper you with kisses and read an owner's manual to some old car he just bought. It puts you right to sleep, you try to follow along but his voice lulls you regardless. He'll snuggle into the back of your neck as you sleep, whispering sweet words you won't hear. Little things like "I love ya, baby.. Thanks for puttin' up with my ass. 'Preciate ya."

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He's a bear hug kinda guy, his arms wrapped around you as he stands straight. He'll pick you right off the ground. He might even spin you around if he's feeling frisky. Rough claps on the back. He's always conscientious of you though, never too rough, always worried about you. "Didnt hurt ya, babygirl? You're tough, c'mere."

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

LAZY MORNINGS. Lazy with golden sunlight through old, vintage curtains lighting up the orange, browns, and yellows of his kitchen. The sun moving across his tile as you pour him coffee and juice, pancakes and eggs cooking and nearly burning. He's distracting, standing behind you in those shitty old flannel pants, his bare chest pressed warm and firm to your back. His hands roam, his lips seek out your smooth skin, mapping a new path each morning. That raspy voice humming as his hands grab your ass. He rubs his scruff on your neck and shoulder like a content cat, nearly purring when you reach up to rake your hands through his hair.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Slow nights. Dinner can either be a team effort, a frozen meal, or take out. Honestly, it's a toss up. He's a grill master. He usually grills Friday nights, has a few brewskis, maybe watches some bullshit sport or bad movie. Usually gets stoned as shit. That's not unusual, he typically smokes as soon as he gets home from work. He takes a dad nap on the couch midway through the afternoon and is fairly drowsy for the rest of the evening. You usually have to shake him awake three quarters of the way through the movie, having to drag his ass to bed. He'll cuddle the FUCK out of you. He's a space heater. He's so warm, it's almost too much on summer nights.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He can be pretty sassy. He has a temper, he usually matches energy. If he's feeling a but of attitude from you, he will match that attitude. He can get kind of mean, but the longer you're together, the more he catches himself and grows as an individual. You don't need to coddle him for that. He learns on his own, he's actually fairly self aware. He's self aware of being an asshole. But for you? Huge softie. He's stubborn. You cannot tell him what to do or how to do it. Even if he's wrong, he won't admit it until after he's been proven wrong. He might be mildly quick to anger but he gets over it quick. Let him stomp off and he'll figure it out. He gets over it and comes back like a dog, tail tucked. Puppy dog eyes. "Can my babygirl forgive her daddy?" Ugh, yeah, you can.

#han solo #han solo x reader #han solo/reader #han solo imagines #han solo imagine #modern!han imagine #modern!han x reader

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darthpotater · 9 months

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Caf Thief

After finding out someone finished your beloved caf grounds, you're determined to find the culprit.

Warnings: none; pure domestic & wholesome fluff i guess

The Misadventures of Reader with Han, Luke and Leia | Part 2

A/N: Just wanted to write something domesticated like this so please bare with me <3 and sorry for being so quiet on here, folks <3 doing my best to get back to writing more

"Who finished my caf?" You hissed as you searched through the compartments in the small kitchen of the Falcon. "Looking for something, starshine?" Han asked with a smile as he leaned against the doorframe, a freshly brewed mug of caf in his hand. You squinted your eyes as you walked closer to him, making him take a step back. "Is that the last batch of my Spiran caf?" You asked as he continued backing off. You tried taking a sniff but Han was quick to move the mug away from your face. "Please, do not violate my beverage by stealing its aroma.”

You glared at him, “You thief!”

“It’s not your disgusting caf.” Han defended, “This is from my stash, starshine.”

“Then why won’t you let me take a whiff?”

“Because I don’t want you ruining it!”

“Han, that doesn’t make sense!”

“You’re not making any sense!” Han barked back, making you glare at him even more.

“Children, it’s too early in the morning for all this yelling.” Leia sighed as she casually walked past you and Han, completely used to this sight. “What happened this time?” Leia asked as she sat by the booth, watching the two of you, obviously amused.

“He stole the last of my caf grounds!” You told Leia, sounding like a child, at the same time Han spoke,“ And she’s accusing me!”

You and Han looked at each other in silence before going back to another session of bickering. Leia chuckled and shook her head. “What’s going on?” Luke asked as he walked into the main hold from the cockpit. “The usual,” Leia mumbled as she had now moved on to reading the mission files, dodging a flying spoon, the one you just threw at Han.

“Why don’t you ask your loverboy here?!” Han asked tauntingly. “Ask him if he saw where your grounds went.”

You turned to face Luke, his blue eyes twinkling as he looked at you with doe eyes. “Luke, do you know where he hid my caf?" You asked softly, head tilting as you watched him stutter. "I--um, I drank it." He answered in defeat, dropping his head. "I've been meaning to get you a new batch! I promise the moment we have free time." He added as he walked closer to you, softly placing his hands on your hips, making you jump slightly at the feeling. He instantly pulled them away and blushed before looking back down at the cold metal floors of the Falcon.

"Hey, hey It's okay, as long as you enjoyed." You genuinely smiled with a shrug, making Han let out a gasp. "Now this is discrimination. How come it's okay when he drinks it but with me—"

"Because he's Luke and he's cute." You cut Han off as you turned to give him a smirk. He glares at you before sitting beside Leia, letting out a huff.

"Am I not cute?" Han asked, eyes jumping between you and Leia. You two share a look before letting out hearty laughs. You turned around and looked at Luke, who was still blushing like crazy. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to finish your caf. I only realized it was yours by the time I finished my cup. But I promise, I'll get you new ones the moment we're done with this mission—"

"Luke, it's alright." You smiled sweetly as you placed your hand on his cheek, his blue eyes finally looking up. "Do you mean it?" He asked and you nodded. "Of course, I mean it. I was only trying to get a rise out of Han and that'll teach him the next time he thinks and tries to drink from my sta—."

"No, I mean...do you really think I'm cute?"

You looked at him, dumbfounded, completely taken aback by his question. "Yes." You answered after finding the words to say. He smiles before looking back down at his feet. "Hey now, don't get cocky, kid," Han mumbled as he continued sipping on his beverage, making Leia giggle quietly beside him.

You laughed lightly before softly grabbing Luke's tunic and tugging him to lean in closer, to which he happily obliged. You brought your lips to his ear, his knees almost giving in. "Better hide your hot chocolate stash though, farmboy." You whispered, your voice so close to him sending shivers down his body. He nodded and chuckled lightly as you let go of him and made your way back to the cockpit. He glances back at you one last time, watching you as you sat down beside Chewie. Oh, he could definitely get used to hearing you so close to him like that.

#luke skywalker #star wars #luke skywalker fanfiction #luke skywalker imagines #luke skywalker x reader #star wars fanfiction #han solo #princess leia #star wars imagines #han solo imagines

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charliedawn · 1 year

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Alright alright, I worked up the courage to ask about Star Wars. Can I get a How they would kiss you preference for Star Wars? Aniken and Han Solo and any characters you might want.

Anakin :

The first time you kissed Ani, it was on the return of one of his missions and someone had told you that he had been hurt during said mission. You hadn't wasted a single second before climbing aboard ship before it even reached the ground, praying that Anakin was alright.

You found him in the medical bay, laid down on a bed and your heart missed a beat. You stepped forward to hold his hand and stroked the back of his hand with your thumb.

"Come on, Ani...Wake up. For me. Please."

You then kissed him, unaware of what was going on in Anakin's head—since you weren't force sensitive.

In Anakin's head :

'Play unconscious. Play unconscious. Play unconscious. Don't laugh. Don't freak out. It's not like Y/N is kissing you right now. They're going to be so mad when they discover it was a prank.'

And then, as if the force itself had summoned him, Obi-Wan stepped in and stopped dead in his tracks before eyeing the both of you suspiciously.

"What are you doing ?", he asked before folding his arms over his chest in disapproval. You suddenly took a step back and threw your hands in the air.

"It's...It's not what it looks like !", you tried to defend yourself—but Obi-Wan shook his head before looking straight at Anakin.

"Not you. You. Get up, Anakin.", he told him and you frowned in incomprehension, until Anakin started talking that is.

"Can't, master. I'm playing dead."

Your eyes grew wide and you were seriously debating on whether to be overjoyed by the fact that he was alright, or kill him yourself.

"No, you're playing the idiot. Now, get up.", Obi-Wan said knowingly and Anakin rolled his eyes before finally sitting up.

Obi-Wan sighed before walking away.

"You have five minutes."

The moment he was out, you glared at Anakin who addressed you a cheeky wink before asking.

"Sooo...You were worried, huh ?"

You restrained an eye roll before wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Ani...You are the biggest jerk in all the galaxy. And I'm mad at you. And it doesn't make any sense. But, I still love you."

You then kissed him again and he smiled at your words. He knew he was a fool, but it felt so good to be your fool—he would gladly spent an eternity being yours.

"If that's how you kiss all jerks, I'll gladly be the king of jerks."

You shook your head in disbelief before hitting his chest playfully. You then both burst into laughter and he took your hand before you left the ship to go home.

Anakin is passionate and playful. He'd do anything for a smile. And even when you're mad at him, he'd find a way to make you laugh and indulge into giving him what he wants.

He would have his kiss, no matter what.

Han Solo :

You were one of the Rebel fighters and had met Han Solo when he was trapped on wookie territory. The Rebellion had sent you on a rescue mission and boy, were you skillful with a blaster.

He immediately noticed you and since then, had been unable to stay away.

Finally, he confessed his love for you just as he was on a mission to go stop Darth Vader.

"Hey, Y/N...I might not make it. So...Just wanted to let you know that I love you and try not to cry too hard if I..."

He wanted to reassure you, but he knew that the mission would be dangerous and decided to be honest with you. But, he didn't plan on you—grabbing him by the back of the neck to kiss him before he could utter another word. Not that he was complaining. But, he was actually trying to be a gentleman.

"Make sure you do.", you told him and Han blinked twice before chuckling nervously.

"Yeah...I'll do that."

He then went aboard his ship and you smiled before grabbing Chewbacca's hand before he also went inside after him.

"Bring our Han back in one piece, alright ?"

Chewbacca let out a loud roar in agreement before pulling you into a hug and you smiled—hiding your tears into his fur. You knew the mission would be dangerous, you weren't delusional. But, you were certain Han would be back. He had promised you afterall and Chewbacca seemed to believe the same. You stayed there until the Millennium Falcon was out of sight before returning to your duties.

A few days later :

When they returned, you ran into Han's arms and he gratefully accepted the rain of kisses you had in store for him. He had missed you too. He was so glad he could come back to you and blinked his tears away. He didn't think he would make it, but damn...He was mighty glad he did.

Han is into long and deeply heart-felt kisses. He may seem like the flirtatious and quick kisses type of man. But, he likes knowing someone is waiting for him. Once he has accepted you in his heart, he's not leaving your side and would spend hours kissing you if he could.

Poe Dameron :

Poe had been held captive for so long, it was a shock when he suddenly reappeared and you dropped everything to run and wrap your arms around him. He chuckled and held you even closer while he peppered your face with kisses, trying to stop your tears.

"Ssh...I'm here. I'm here."

You had been so afraid he'd be gone for good this time, your legs gave under you, but Poe kept you steady. He cupped the back of your head and kept you close to him while he thanked his luck star he got another moment with you.

Poe is a pretty passionate guy. He is also often on a ship, flying into danger. So, every moment counts. He wouldn't lose any time and kiss you and embrace you every chance he gets—knowing it might be his last.

Kylo Ren :

"You...wish to kiss me ?", Kylo Ren suddenly stated when you were both alone—reading your mind easily.

You sighed. Of course...

"Is that wrong ?", you asked—completely unashamed. It wasn't like you could hide anything from him. You thought he was a good leader in his good days (an awful one on his bad ones) and didn't see the point in trying to hide it. He seemed almost surprised for a second before answering you.

"Not to my knowledge. The human body has very unpredictable needs and I recall that the act of kissing is one of them...However...", he frowned slightly before adding. "I also recall that the act is to show affection to loved ones. So, why would you wish to partake in such an activity with me ?"

You shrugged.

"Because you are the only one who wouldn't be disgusted by the scars."

He tilted his head quizzically at you before you sighed and removed your helmet—showing him your old battle scars.

"Crenian acid. The Crenians can be quite creative with their torture methods. The acid slipped through my armor and disfigured me for life."

Kylo stayed silent while examining your features with attention. You did have red angry scars almost identical to his...but far numerous and even though he knew better than to judge, you wouldn't be considered pretty in any beauty standards he knew of.

But, he smiled.

Good. Because, he didn't like pretty.

He took a step forward and slowly reached for your chin to raise it in order for your eyes to meet. You eyes were a sight to behold though...Dark and magnetic. He could easily read your mind, but even if he did...There was always something he would miss—something he couldn't quite grasp.

"Do you really want this ?", he asked—even though you had thought about it for a long time and you nodded.

That's all the encouragement he needed.

He crashed his lips onto yours and muffled all sounds you could have made. He swallowed them and took pride in taking you by surprise.

Kylo Ren is possessive and quite violent in his kisses. He's not nice or sweet. But, he can be when he wants to...which is almost never. But sometimes, Ben would resurface and kiss you sweetly when he knows that you can't handle the other one. There'd be a constant battle within him and not only about the force—but about you as well.

Armitage Hux :

"What do you want, soldier ?! Why call me to this floor when there are so many officers that could..?!"

"General Hux...I believe I want to kiss you.", you interrupted him and general Hux' eyes grew wide in shock. You had been close at the academy...But, he never thought...

"What ?"

"I want to kiss you.", you repeated and general Hux's jaw went slack in disbelief for a couple of seconds before he shook his head to regain his composure.

"You want to kiss me so badly, you'd really risk losing your life ?", he finally asked and you replied with a daring smirk—even though you were terrified inside.

"And what if I am ?"

He huffed a mocking laugh before shaking his head again.

"Then, you are insane. You are a stormtrooper. You shouldn't desire anything.", he reasoned and turned around to step away.

"Then, tell me, general...How come I desire you ?", you shot back.

He stopped dead in his tracks and gave you a quizzical side glance. You smiled and reached forward for his hand before wrapping it around your wrist and positioning his thumb above your pulse point. You wanted him to feel it...feel what you've always felt around him.

"How come...general ?", you repeated softly—but with more insistance this time around as he seemed genuinely puzzled. He raised his other hand to wrap his fingers around your throat and feel the pulse there too...As if trying to decipher if you were being serious, or just tricking him into believing someone could ever want him...

"A default in your programming. A mere illusion that you are playing yourself to comfort your lonely nights..."

But, he didn't pull away. Seems like someone did have lonely nights as well...You leaned forward and he didn't stop you. When you lips touched, he let out a small gasp before holding you tightly against him. There was no logical explanation, no possible reasoning, none whatsoever as to why Hux suddenly felt the need to hold you...But, he did.

And, when you were the one who pulled back, you could see the flicker of disappointment in his eyes. But, he quickly got back his composure and stood up straight—a single strand of his red hair out of place the only proof of what you had just done.

"D...Dismissed."

He had trouble uttering the command and you smiled before finally agreeing. You wouldn't tell him how your heart was thrashing in your chest, threatening to jump out of your ribcage. He probably already knew from the moment you kissed, hence the small gasp of surprise.

What you didn't know was how general Hux himself became red in the face the moment you were out and tried to cover it—stabilizing himself by supporting himself on the back of a chair. One more minute and he would have melted right in front of you.

General Hux hides his emotions from sight, it doesn't mean he doesn't have any. He'd give you quick and sweet kisses when no one is looking and give you smiles only you could witness.

Obi-Wan Kenobi :

To be honest, you weren't prepared for the first time you kissed Obi-Wan. He had pulled you from the crowd because he needed a native to escape the many stormtroopers and you had agreed to pretend being his wife/husband for a while—not to raise suspicion. You were an ally to the jedi cause and had tried to help him the best you could.

However, a stormtrooper had eventually cornered you in a dark alley and with no exit. He had asked you for your papers, but Obi-Wan didn't have any. Thankfully, your papers could suffice if you were considered family,but the stormtrooper was suspicious and refused to just drop it. You saw Obi-Wan touch the handle of his lightsaber. But, instead of alerting the others of your presence by killing the stormtrooper—you had another idea and suddenly pulled Obi-Wan by the collar to clash your lips against his.

The stormtrooper wanted to speak, but Obi-Wan raised a finger—as if asking him to wait for a minute while he kissed you back. The stormtrooper coughed and looked away. He really hadn't expected it and you smirked. At least now, he had proof you were together and you wiped your lips with a cheeky wink at the soldier before walking past him.

"That's my wife/husband.", Obi-Wan uttered with a dreamy smile—a slight note of disbelief in his tone before the stormtrooper let out a small snort at his words.

"....Lucky you."

Obi-Wan nodded in agreement before attempting to comb his hair back with his fingers. He then walked past the stormtrooper as well and that was how you succeeded in escaping inspection...and you became Obi-Wan's partner.

It is against the Jedi code to form such romantic attachments, but Obi-Wan was ready to bend the rules for you. You made him want to brave the Jedi council and anyone who would dare say that your love wasn't right.

His kisses would be the symbol of that, genuine, true and open. You wouldn't try to hide your love, no matter what...Because it is pure and beautiful.

Darth Vader :

It was at a time when you thought you could bring back your old Anakin. You had followed Darth Vader in an attempt to make him see reason, but the day he decided to kill the children...that was the day you decided enough was enough.

You stood in his way and gave him an ultimatum.

If he was to hurt them, he would have to step over your cold dead body. You loved him and you knew better than to side with the jedi, but you wouldn't let him kill the kids. It didn't feel right. But, you didn't expect it when he lit his lightsaber and the terrible red hue made the children scream in terror behind you. You stayed put while Darth Vader wondered what he should do with you. Anakin used to be so fond of you, but there was no place for such affection in his heart no longer.

But, you still wanted to try.

You took a step forward and pleaded with tears in your eyes.

"Please, Ani...Don't do this. I love you."

The words he had dreamt of hearing so many times before—mere buzzing in the background of this uncontrollable anger he felt growing inside of him now. You knew words wouldn't be enough, so you raised your hands to gently cup his cheeks and place a tender kiss on his lips. You thought it would be enough, that he would feel your love in this kiss...And, maybe he did.

But, it was far from enough.

"...How dare you ?"

His words cut your breath short as he pushed you away with the force and you landed on the floor, your whole body shaking in pain as he screamed.

"HOW DARE YOU SAY THOSE WORDS NOW ?! YOU LET THEM CAST ME ASIDE ! I WAITED SO LONG FOR YOU TO CONFESS THE SAME LOVE I FELT FOR YOU, AND YOU DO IT NOW ?! AND FOR WHO ?! FOR WHAT ?! NOT FOR ME ! TO SAVE THOSE PITIFUL JEDI !"

He raised his hand towards the children huddled together in a corner and you forced yourself to stand up again and stand in front of them.

"They are only children, Ani...Please..."

He saw the desperation in your gaze, but shook his head.

"It's too late, Y/N. You are too late.", he told you and your eyes widened at the clear accusation in his words. He was holding you as responsible for what he had become than the rest. And when his lightsaber raised in the air, you uttered a loud scream of frustration before drawing out your own lightsaber—your two weapons clashed against each other and showed you each other's faces.

You were scared of what you saw in his eyes, and so did he. His eyes softened for just a second at your tear-strained face and the hatred there. You hated that you loved him, you hated that it was too late and most of all, you hated your own powerlessness as you could only watch the love of your life fall into a pit of darkness without you...You wished your heart couldn't see right from wrong, but it did. And this...this was wrong.

"A—!" You tried to talk again, but he turned his head away. Anakin was dead. You should know that. So, why ? Why do you keep holding on to a memory ? But he took a step back and only glared at the children behind you before sighing in defeat.

"Go. Take the children with you. Before I do something I regret."

His voice was cold and commanding. You held back your tears before walking away. You couldn't stay, not if you wanted the children to survive.

"I'll come back for you.", you whispered.

Another empty promise that you both knew there was no way you could hold. But, he still gave you a weak smile and nodded knowingly before the door closed behind you.

"No. You won't..."

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