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erosmutt · 27 days

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☆ thinkin' bout . . .

. . . han solo and anakin skywalker renovating your house! (PART ONE maybe?)

𖦹 insane fucking crossover. strong sweaty men, kinda sorta barely non-con, spitroasting, infidelity, face fucking, face slapping (with cocks), misogynistic han (my fav), reader is referred to as dishwasher once oops

𖦹 accompanied by Slip It In ⋆ Black Flag.

"look at you, little miss housewife, up in the kitchen. makin' sumn for us, doll?" Han asks, taking off his gloves and smacking them down onto the counter. he runs a hand through his sweaty hair, shaking his head, droplets of sweat falling onto the floor. Anakin, who was standing next to Han, rolls his eyes. "she's married."

you turn and look at them, a smile on your face as you gently suckle lemon juice off your fingers. "lemonade, boys. done already?"

it was a nice break - the sound of drilling and banging and hammering and yelling ceased momentarily. a reprieve from Han going 'dammit Skywalker!' every two minutes was very welcome.

"yeah, done already." Anakin confirms. He lifts his shirt, showing off his toned body, and wipes the sweat from his brow. "got the bathroom cabinets up good and sturdy."

you smile as you pour them both a glass of fresh lemonade. "here you go boys," you slide them across the counter. both took their glasses. Han knocked his back like a fucking shot, and Anakin gulped his down with a bit of pacing. they were both parched, having worked all day, especially since it was summertime. Han interjects with a satisfied 'ahh', and Anakin just licks his lips and sets the cup back onto the counter. "so," Han begins. "when's that no-good man a'yours comin' home? been on business for an awful long while, ain't he?"

Anakin rolls his eyes again. "fucking hell," he mutters under his breath. it was no secret that Han had a thing for you. when the men were working, Han would often tell Anakin his fantasies about you.

'god, that fuckin' dress. whorin' 'erself out, ain't she? might as well be wearin paint the way that thing holds onto 'er.' 'i think the dress is pretty.' 'it'd look even better on the fuckin' floor while i bend 'er over.' 'you're so... vulgar, man.' 'stays in the kitchen like a good woman too. got it in check, mhm. can cook and clean. my typa woman.'

this conversation happened only just before they were called to the kitchen for refreshments.

"how 'bout this, dollface," Han starts. "whip us up somethin' for dinner, eh? all that work," he reaches over and pats Anakin's stomach, making the shorter man grumble. "gots us all hungry." as if on cue, Anakin's tummy growls, making you giggle.

"i suppose i can. what d'you have a taste for, hm?" you ask, rinsing out their recently emptied glasses. Anakin can't help but smile. but as opposed to Han, who was waiting to see you as the cute dishwasher you were, Anakin thought you were really sweet for offering them a meal.

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"how was it?" you ask softly as you wash the dishes, house dress swishing as you suds up a plate. the smell in the house was a mix of carbonara and sawdust. Anakin sighs softly, fingers absentmindedly fiddling with his curls. "good." he gives you a smile. but it immediately falls as he sees his partner walk up to you. "Han," he says in a warning tone. it was too late. Han's hands were already on your hips, pulling you back into him as if you were his wife. Anakin groans. "here we go,"

you gasp, dropping the sponge into the sink and gripping the edge of the basin. "look at 'er Ani," Han reaches up and grips your face, forcing you to face Anakin, who gives you a look of sympathy. but you did look good with that innocent confused expression on your face... so he gets up and walks around the counter, watching your eyes widen with what was more than likely fear. it didn't matter, though, that look would be replaced with something else real soon.

soon, not knowing how, you were squatted down on your kitchen floor, hands on either man's cock. Anakin's cock was slimmer, while Han's was fatter. you look back and forth between them - Anakin had his eyes closed and lip being bitten into while Han had a shit-eating grin on his face. "open up sweetheart," Han tells you, stepping in front of you. Anakin follows his lead, and the two men smack their cocks on your face. "shit," Anakin hisses quietly as he rubs his pretty pink tip onto your lips.

Han pushes your hair out of your face and watches as you open your mouth. "tongue out like a good girl," he praises as his partner slides his cock into your warm, wet mouth. Anakin shudders and puts his hands on the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your hair.

"i got an idea, Skywalker." Han says. he taps Anakin's hip and the younger man pulls out of your mouth. Han pulls you up off the ground so you're standing. once you're on your feet, he picks you up. both you and Anakin watch with curiosity, until Han impales you on his cock, forcing himself in until he's buried to the hilt inside you. "ohh," he manhandles you with ease, leans you back, his large hands (and your legs around his waist) the only thing suspending you in midair. "now," he looks up at Anakin. "put it back in 'er mouth."

obeying, Anakin steps up to you, putting his hands underneath your shoulder blades for added support. "oh, god," he whines, voice breathy as he slides into your waiting mouth.

"good girl," Han praises. "takin' 'im good." him and Anakin look up at each other, Han flashes him a knowing smile, as if saying 'good job'. they were most definitely going to do this again the next day they came to fix up your house - and maybe, just maybe, Han would let Anakin fuck you too.

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feyre-darling92 · 1 year

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Star Wars men:Headcanons

When you ovethink

A/N: So I had this idea and I thought why not write this for everyone? Anyways hope you like it.

Also there might be a part 2

T/W: Bad writing, overthinking (is this even a warning?) um, I can’t think of anything else.

Cassian Andor

He can tell immeditely

Will give you space if that’s what you want

But will ask you after while if you want to talk to him

If you accept he will gladly listen to whatever you have to tell him. He will listen patiently and when you’re done he will try to help you with any way he can

He actualy loves your voice and could hear you talking for hours

He will stay in bed with you if he can and that’s what you want and will try to make you feel better

“You are never a burden to me, sweetheart. I am here for whatever you need”

This man is just so cute and loves you so much that he is actually worried when he sees you like that

And if you want to cry? He is the best shoulder to cry to. Will hold you all night, whispering sweet words and he will repeat with every chance how much he loves you

Obi-Wan Kenobi

He can sense your distress and will immediately ask you what’s wrong

If you don’t want to talk to him that’s completely fine but let’s be honest. He will be dead worried until he learn what’s wrong.

If you want to talk, he’s a great listener.

He will carefully hear whatever you have to tell him, thoughts, feelings, memories, everything

He then will try to help you with the best way possible

If you don’t want to talk to him but you’re too stressed or upset he will offer that you two go for a walk

No one needs to talk, just walking. This might help you relax a bit.

He will gladly stay with you for as long as you want, in bed or justclose to you in general

If you’re feeling insecure he will reassure you that you’re perfect. This man will just shower you with praises and compliments

Will constantly remind you that he loves you

He is also a great shoulder to cry to. He will just hold you tightly so you feel secure in his arms

Actually, ,we all need an Obi-Wan in our lives

Din Djarin

He is always observing so he’ll understand if there’s something wrong with you

He will ask you if you’re alright, kindly and without wanting to pressure you

If you don’t want to talk to him, that’s alright, but like Obi-Wan he will be dead worried

“It’s alright, c’yarika. I will always be here if you want to talk”

If you want to talk he will listen.

But let me tell you that he is not very good with words. But actions speak louder than words, aren’t they?

He will hug you tightly, if you’re ok with that, and will let you know that you’re not alone

If you’re too stressed he will make a stop to a nice and peaceful planet so you both take the time you need to relax

He will also let you know through both actions and words that he loves you too much and to him you’re perfect

He will try to make things better

Han Solo

Let’s be honest

Han will not understand it in the beginning

Either someone will make a remark about it and he will then understand it or if you’re really upset he will realize it

He tries, alright? He tries.

Will ask you what’s wrong.

If you tell him he will listen and will try his best to help you.

If you don’t he will try to make you smile with his own unique way.

He might take you away for a couple of days on a peaceful planet.

And if you want cuddles? He’ll hold you for hours.

“C’mon babe,you can’t believe that! Without you we wouldn’t be alive right now” “He’s right” Chewie agreed with Han.

They do in fact love you very much

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looneylukey · 2 years

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haunted | han solo

pairing: han solo x fem!reader

word count: 305

“No!” You screamed as Luke got attacked by another wave of lightning. "No! Please, I'll do anything!"

"He deserves it." Palpatine hissed. He smiled evilly, savouring the sound of Luke's and your screams.

Darth Vader strode over, picked Palpatine up and threw him into the chasm, saving Luke's life.

—

"Father, please don't go." You begged, tears streaming down your face.

"It's too late for me, my daughter. Take care of yourself and your siblings." Darth Vader said. "Help me take off this helmet."

"But Father, you'll die." Luke spoke softly.

"It's too late for me, son. Just let me look at you two with my own eyes." You slowly removed his helmet, gasping at his pale and scarred face.

"You were right, children. Tell your sister you were right." Vader died, and you put your head in your hands, sobbing. Luke pulled your hands away from your face, and engulfed you into a hug. You placed your head into the crook of his neck, crying softly. He placed his chin on your head, sighing.

You bolted awake, accidentally waking Han in the process. "Mmm, princess what's wrong?" He rubbed his eyes sleepily.

"Nothing, Han. Just a memory I wanted to forget." Han was sitting next to you in an instant, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you onto his lap.

"It's okay y/n, I have some memories that I want to forget too. Just let it out."

You wrapped your arms around him, laying your head on his chest. Your cries were quiet, but Han heard them.

"I d-dreamed about my father's d-death, a-and Luke getting shocked a-again." You hiccuped.

"I know it hurts, princess. I'm here for you, whenever you need me." He lay back down, moving into a more comfortable position.

"Thank you, Han."

"All part of the job description, sweetheart."

#han solo #harrison ford #han solo x reader #harrison ford x reader #han solo imagine #han solo fanfiction #han solo x y/n #return of the jedi #star wars #star wars fanfiction #solo #han solo one shot

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d4yl1ghts · 4 days

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hello !!! i was wondering if you could write a han solo x fem!reader fic where he comforts her because her relatives had been killed (on tatooine) and they end up together at the end? this would be the cutest thing ever !!!!!!!

there is good in the bad

han solo x fem!reader

summary: han comforts you after you find out your only living relative has died

warnings: mentions of death

It was the one time in six months that you’d meet your aunt to check up on her. She lived on Tatooine whereas you travelled around with Han, a guy you’d walked into at a bar as he was running away from just another one of his enemies. Han instantly flustered you with his charming yet arrogant nature.

Currently, you were walking beside Han whilst he was talking to Chewie. You could see your aunt’s house now. It looked quite worn down. That was odd, you thought. Your aunt usually enjoyed looking after the decor on the interior and exterior. She may just be getting older. She was getting to that age now.

You nervously played with your fingers as you seemingly slowly approached the house. Han noticed your fidgeting but decided to ignore it for now. If it got worse he would step in. You lifted up your knuckles are rapt against the door. Dust from the stone fell down the door like an exceptionally fast avalanche.

After waiting for roughly two minutes, you decided to walk in. Her belongings were still there but they were grubby. It looked dull and old. You decided to anxiously peep in every room and she was nowhere to be seen. “If we walk around we can ask someone if they know her.”, Han suggested as he rubbed up and down your arm comfortingly.

And so here you were, trudging along with Han and Chewbacca. You decided to head to the market as that would be where many creatures would be. After an anticipatingly long walk, you had finally arrived at the market. They were bustling buyers all around you and it was slightly overwhelming. It was helpful though because surely at least someone would know what had happened to your aunt or where she was.

“Let’s split up. I’m sure at least one of us will find someone who knows something.”, Han stated tactically. He pointed Chewie to a western direction. “I’ll go that way.”, you said as you pointed east. “Okay, stay safe.”, he reminded. The three of you had parted ways for about ten minutes now and you had asked several shop keepers yet nobody seemed to know.

Abruptly you recognised one of the store owners and hastily made your way over. “Hey, Roah.”, you waved as you saw one of your aunt’s friends who would come to hang over at your house sometimes in the past. “Y/N! How are you?”, she asked with an almost pitiful look in her eyes. “Fine, what about you?”, you reciprocated with a confused tone laces in your voice. “Alright. Are you sure you’re okay?”, she paused to glance at you before adding: “It was so sudden what happened to her.”

You stared at her. What? “What happened to who?”, you questioned as your voice shook slightly with worry. “You know… your aunt.”, she hesitantly shared. “What do you mean?”, you replied with a panicked expression. “Do you not know?”, she looked at you incredulously. You shook your head. “She got into a fight with some trouble-maker and she was killed.”, she avoided eye contact.

“What?”, you just stood there. You didn’t know how to react. Fortunately Han found you and took in your shocked state. “What’s wrong?”, he grabbed your shoulders. “She’s dead, Han.”, you responded. Han gently took you into his arms as he guided you back to the Falcon. He glanced back at Roah before carrying on.

As you boarded the ship, you saw Chewie sat on a bench giving you a sad look. Han placed you on a bed carefully. He pulled up the covers and just as he was going to move back and drive the ship, you mumbled quietly: “Stay.”

“Alright.”, he muttered. “Chewie, drive for me.”, he grumbled with his usual attitude.

He looked at you with kind eyes as you moved over to make space for him on the tiny bed. You rested your head against his shoulder and he smiled as he looked down at you. That was maybe the first time you had seen him smile.

#han solo #han solo x reader #han solo imagine #han solo x you #han solo x y/n #star wars #star wars x reader #star wars imagine #star wars x you #star wars x y/n #star wars oneshot #star wars x female reader #fem!reader

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cannibalizedyke · 1 year

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🛸han solo masterlist🛸

key: ❤︎︎ - fluff, ☁︎︎ - angst, ★ - smut

coming soon!

#han solo x reader #han solo x you #han solo x y/n #han solo fanfiction #han solo fanfic #han solo fic #han solo

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generalkenobee · 11 months

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imagine han teasing luke for how whipped he is for reader and he’s like “no i’m not!!!!” but the second reader asks him to do something he’s practically running to do it

"Luke, you're so pretty"

FLUFFY

This is the best request ever and I love this-

"no I'm not!!"

"ok, kid sure"

Han tried to hold back a laugh thinking of Luke telling you no.

"hi baby" you said smiling when you walked into the room "hi" you looked down at him "what's the matter, you're not happy to see me" you said to your boyfriend crawling into his lap

Luke looked away, embarrassed "no of course I'm happy to see you"

Han walked by, fake coughing "*cough cough* munch *cough cough*"

You looked back at Luke now sitting completely down on his lap with his hands on either side of your waist

"don't listen to Han, I don't know what he said but you're perfect and I love you"

You kissed his lips gently, the tip of your nose grazing his and you felt him smile slightly into the kiss

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"Luke, can you grab me some juice please?"

Luke perked up "of course! He yelled back smiling while Han stood next to him

"are you going to put the cup up to their lips and rub their feet while you're at it ?" He laughed mocking the way Luke had previously perked up

"if they so ask then yes!"

Luke grabbed your juice and he even added some ice of you with a pink straw "thank you so much baby"

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"please stay.."

"(Y/N), you know that I can't..." Luke's heart always broke a little when he had to leave you for missions "you know how many photos I have of you in my X-wing, and we'll talk over com links every single night, I promise" your boyfriend said holding your face and kissing your forehead "I love you"

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One time han walked in on you on the counter with Luke between your legs with his hands on your thighs just looking at you. Luke loved to just look at you and think about how lucky he was to have you.

"oh maker could you have not stared into each other's eyes in your own room?"

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Luke is just so love sick... When you smile at him, or look at him for a little longer then usual. Don't even get me started on when you play with his hair.

Whenever he tries to walk away from you you'll grab his wrist and walk with him. It wasn't often when you were found without Luke next to you.

When you compliment him- oh maker

"you have such pretty eyes..like the ocean" when he heard you his heart stopped "oh..thank you lovely"

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"Luke you're so pretty" in response he only kissed you

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fuckmyskywalker · 5 months

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☆。*。Happy Anyafest!

— Hello! Welcome to the start of the Anyafest! To celebrate Holidays and my birthday, I'll be doing 15 days of fics. This is something I've been thinking for a while and something very special to me. This blog has been my special place for almost a year now and it has been such a wonderful and lovely experience! Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy it! | — From December 15th 2023 to December 30th 2023!

☆ Taglist! / Navigation!

➼ December 15th : High and Dry - AOTC Anakin Skywalker.

➼ December 16th : Piano Tiles - AJ (from the movie Takers).

➼ December 17th : Wrapped up - CW!Anakin Skywalker.

➼ December 18th : Midlife Crisis - Dilf!Anakin Skywalker.

➼ December 19th : Welcome Home - Luke Skywalker.

➼ December 20th : My favorite flavor - Anakin Skywalker [Eroguro, Gore].

➼ December 21st : Red - Darth Vader.

➼ December 22nd : Bouncing Bells - Sam Monroe.

➼ December 23rd : Last Minute Shopping - Dad's best friend!Anakin Skywalker.

➼ December 24th : Mistletoe - Clayton Beresford.

➼ December 25th : Angel - Anakin Skywalker.

➼ December 26th : Hungover - Trailer trash!Anakin Skywalker.

➼ December 27th : Icing - Luke Skywalker.

➼ December 28th : Movie Marathon - Luke Skywalker x Reader x Han Solo.

➼ December 29th : Warm - Obi-Wan Kenobi.

➼ December 30th : Happy Birthday! - Clayton Beresford.

— Thank you so much for reading! I hope you have a wonderful Holidays! 💙

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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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hanasnx · 4 months

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MINORS DNI 18+

HAN SOLO picks you up to wrap your legs around his waist so he can mess with the crevice of your ass and pussy. Grab your ass cheek at first only to dip his thick fingers in between and massage your little asshole, creep his way further to play with your pussy through your pants. You’re squirming against him, rubbing your clit on his abdomen, while he's working out in his head the quickest way to get you to squirt all over him.

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ddejavvu · 3 months

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pairing: han solo x reader

summary: you get a little distracted while giving han a blowjob // based on a message from my friend who i do not wish to expose by name, about "licking Harrison fords space body"

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Maybe it's that this time you're on your knees recreationally, not driven by a vapid pit of lust below the gut of the man standing before you. When you have the time to be thoughtful about sex, you typically prefer penetration, but today you'd felt like occupying your mouth, and Han had been happy to oblige.

"Well get after it, killer," He drawls, confused by your sudden hesitance. You've never wasted this much time before sucking his cock into your mouth before, and he's not sure why you're doing it now.

Your eyes are trained on his hips, broad, tan stretches of skin and muscle and bone that lead into his thick, sturdy thighs. You've heard a similar build be referred to as a tree trunk thigh, and you cant say you disagree with the description; they're strong and firm, something you'd definitely like to climb.

You've squeezed his thighs before, flung your arms around his waist when he'd tried easing you off of his cock before you were ready to let go to anchor yourself to him. You've touched them, you've sat on them, you've ogled them, but you've never fully appreciated them like you want to do now.

"Come on," He urges, voice taking on an exasperated bite, "What're you doing down there, meditating? Get in there."

He braces a hand at the back of your head and pushes it forwards into his hips, his hard cock running into your face. You scramble to open your mouth and suck it between your lips where it had been smearing sticky precum against your cheek, a stain of it left across your chin, too. He gives you a moment to get settled but you're still distracted, and Han can tell in the way that you're only absentmindedly suckling at the head of his cock.

His mouth ticks down in a disgruntled frown and he reverses his grip on your head, pulling instead of pushing. Your scalp burns where he tugs at your hair but it's only enough force to get you off of his cock, and you lick across your sticky bottom lip while staring up at him, waiting for an explanation.

"What's with you today, crazy?" He asks, eyes narrowed as he thumbs at your chin, "You got somethin' on your mind?"

"Your thighs," You admit, voice already a tad raw from sucking his cock, no matter how casually you'd been doing it, "They look really good."

"My- thighs?" He confirms, brows furrowed, "You had my dick in your mouth, and you were thinking about my legs?"

"They're sexy," You breathe, reaching up to ghost your fingers against one of his thighs, feeling its warmth beneath your touch, "Han, can- can I please...?"

"What?" Now he's thoroughly exasperated, "Spit it out."

You do quite the opposite, and attach your mouth to his thigh.

You're sure that the warm, wet swipe of your tongue over his hip is strange, and you wonder if you'll ever hear his breath catch again so sharply, so weakly. It's a sound he's drawn out of you countless times, but never have you managed to catch him off guard enough for it to come out of him. His muscles tense under your tongue and you turn to teeth, gnawing gently on the firm mass of tanned flesh between your jaw.

"-the fuck do you think you're doing?" He demands to know, even more alarmed when your tongue wets the outermost undercurve of his ass - barely teasing at the skin there but enough to send him into a daze.

"Your hips are so sexy," You breathe, words fanning hot over his side as you bite down on his hipbone once more. There's something deliciously taboo about them, typically covered if only for the modesty of another body part; chaste in design but sinful in association, "Han, please- please just let me stay here for a minute."

He's persuaded by the way that you dip your tongue into the crease between his thigh and his cock, lapping at the sweat-tacky skin there and ignoring the way that his balls nudge against your face. His hand flies to his cock, stroking it before he even realizes he's moved it, words uncharacteristically strained as you press a parting kiss to his balls before snaking your tongue downwards in a slimy trail.

"Fine. Fine, shit," He hisses, feeling the burn of your fingernails into his skin as you wrap your arms around his thigh. You hear obscene squelching sounds as Han strokes himself off, vigorously thanks to your efforts in soaking his thigh with your drool, although he pretends not to enjoy it, "Y'know, something's wrong with you. Gave you my cock and you're over here chewing on my leg instead."

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erosmutt · 1 month

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ⵌ ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇɴᴄᴇ ⨾ 𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗢

age gap - reader is 21 han is 43, glorified dilf han, overall mid smut, 1.1K words

Han Solo - an attractive older man barely out of his 30s, and a total chick magnet. He had an air about him; maybe it was his charm, his wit, his charisma, or all three that had women in town lined up at his door with baked goods and hand sewn shirts to gift him. Of course, they were completely justified in their lust. Han’s salt-and-pepper hair and that smug fucking grin he always had plastered on his face would make any woman run into his arms.

Including you.

You were barely out of your late teen years when you first noticed the way your neighbor looked at you. You were a naive girl, but even then you could feel something strange in the way he looked at you. His gaze always lingered, but you never thought too much of it. But as the years went on, he became less subtle. Now, you were no longer the naive little girl you were before - no, you were a young woman. A young woman with a major crush on her neighbor.

Now, you were trudging down the stairs, half dressed for a funeral service of one of his and your parents’ mutual friends. You wouldn’t have gone if it wasn’t for Han rapping at your front door at 7 in the morning to remind you about the occasion. Snatching the front door open, you’re greeted by Han, who has an unusually bright smile. “Up and at ‘em, kiddo!”

“Alright,” you moan in response, rubbing your hand over your face, then remember the text you sent asking him to wake you. With a soft, apologetic sigh, you give Han a tired smile. You should be grateful, not moody. Still, given how miserable the day is supposed to be, it’s tough to maintain a cheerful attitude. Noticing your mood, Han’s smile falters. “C’mon sweetheart, cheer up, alright?” His large hand comes to give your shoulder a squeeze. “Let’s get you dressed.”

Once upstairs in your room, Han’s eyes wander about the space. “Looks like little ol’ you is still in here, somewhere.” You turn to look at him, shimmying into your dress. “Does it?” He nods. Your room, cluttered by numerous things that made it you, makes Han feel all warm and fuzzy, familiarity and nostalgia filling his chest. “Remember when you came cryin’ to me wantin’ me to kill that spider up in the corner of your room?”

A blush comes across your cheeks as you remember that day - you couldn’t have been any older than 8 years old, screaming as if you’d seen a ghost as you pointed up into the far corner of your room that a harmless daddy long legs was inhabiting. Han laughs softly. “It was silly, wasn’t it? I thought somethin’ had happened to you,” he recalls as he steps towards you. As if automatic, his hands come to the back of your dress to zip it up. His gaze lifts to meet yours in the full body mirror, and it seemed like everything came down to the two of you.

“Seems like just yesterday, doesn’t it? Gettin’ you all dolled up for homecoming with that boy.” Han murmurs with a fatherly tone, his left hand against the curve of your ass as his right slowly tugs the zipper up along your back. “I told you not to go, didn’t I? But you didn’t listen - ended up gettin’ your feelings hurt.” You look down at your feet. That night was a rollercoaster of emotions; and it ended with you in Han’s arms, sobbing out a story about your ruined homecoming. He had made you your favorite dinner, brushed your hair for you, didn’t leave until he was positive you were alright. “But still, you’re ever the stubborn girl, ain’t ya?”

As you once more meet his gaze in the mirror, your cheeks flush pink, goosebumps beginning to dot along your skin. The scent of his musky cologne, his calloused hands against your skin, his intense gaze bearing down upon you - it’s all too much, but not enough.

With a gentle exhale, Han’s fingers dance along your shoulder, up to your face, and he turns your head to face him. Without a word, he leans down, pressing his lips against yours. You were hesitant at first - until his strong arms wrapped around you to turn you around and pull you into him. His hands begin to roam your body with hunger, caressing every curve and valley. Your hands reach to tangle in his soft hair, tugging him closer.

Before you knew it, your dress was bunched up above your hips and the crotch of your tights was torn open - Han’s thick fingers rubbing up and down your slit over your dampening panties. Your breath hitched in your throat as he tugged the fabric to the side, his calloused fingertips brushing against your slick entrance.

“Atta girl,” His voice, soft and deep, whispers between kisses peppered along your jaw. “Soakin’ for me, ain’t ya?” He finally pushes his fingers into you, a cocky chuckle leaving his lips as he curls his fingers, drawing a throaty moan from you. “Oh God, Han,” you gasp, reaching up to grasp at his shoulders, feeling the taut muscle beneath your touch.

“Fuck me, please,” you plead. “Need you- all of you,” The words spill from your lips with a hazed slur. Han’s fingers stop moving, glazed with your wetness as he slowly pulls them out of you. He occupies you by urging you to suck his digits clean as he fumbles with his belt and slacks, getting them undone and shoving them down into a pool of cloth around his ankles. He pushes your thighs apart and groans as he pushes into your velvety heat. “Fuck,” He stopped once he was buried to the hilt inside you, the coarse bush of hair above his cock brushing your mound.

“There we go, all in sweetheart.” Han murmurs, beginning to rock his hips back and forth with a rhythmic motion. He slid in and out with slick ease, his engorged tip bullying your cervix with every inward thrust.

The longer this went on, the more his button-up clung to his abdomen, defining the contours of his body. His muscles flexed as sweat began to dampen his hair, darkening his locks. His hands found your hips, digging into the flesh as he drives his hips into you.

“Shit,” Han hisses, his breath becoming ragged. “Where d’you want it, sugar?” You look up at him, cheeks flushed and tits bouncing. “Just - fuck - pull out,”

He obeys, pulling out of you and fisting his cock until ropes of cum spill onto your stomach. He flashes you that lopsided grin, and runs his hands up the back of your thighs. Han leans down and presses a soft kiss to your sweaty forehead. “That’s my girl.”

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feyre-darling92 · 2 years

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Hiii! I was wondering if I could request a Han solo x reader, where han has been out on a 'mission' of some kind and when he finally gets home y/n scolds him, but the night ends with cuddles and fluffy stuff :))

If not, it's totally okay :)

Hello! Of course you can! I hope you like it

T/W: Bad language, nothing else.

Word Count: 423

Three days and Han hadn't returned. Three days and you had no idea if he was dead or alive.

But let's be real. He was Han Solo. It would take more than this.

The problem was that he hadn't sent any message, there was no news from him and that's when you started worrying.

The bastard hadn't taken you with him, leaving you here with chewie, saying that it was too simple to take any of you with him.

A simple mission had taken three days!

Then your mind started playing games with you, telling you that maybe it wasn't a mission, but you immediately brushed it off, the thought still on the back of your head, though.

Chewie of course reassured you that everything was fine but there was only one way to find it.

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You had fallen asleep in the cockpit sleeping soundly when you heard Chewie. You couldn't make out what he was saying but you took your blaster with you for any case.

What you saw surprised you.

Han turned to you flashing you a smile, "Hello babe. I-"

He was cut off by you slapping him and crossing your hands on your chest. "Where were you?"

"On a mission?"

"You said it was an easy mission. You're gone for three days! Three days and no message, no call, nothing! What kind of mission was this? I was worried!"

"What do you mean?" his expression changed when he realized he was the reason you were upset, "I had trouble with some guards and I had to hide"

"And why didn't you take me with you?"

"Because I had a bad feeling about this and couldn't risk it. Plus, you waiting for me here was a nice motivation to return as fast as I could" he grinned during the last part.

He extended his arms and you hugged him not quite having forgiven him yet.

"Oh, and this one" he took something from his pocket "is for you"

He handed it to you and you observed the small crystal rock in your hands, it had the same color as your eyes.

All your doubts vanished and this sweet gesture made you forgive him totally. You hugged him and thanked him, earning a kiss on the forehead instead of a response.

"I missed you" he muttered, his face buried in your hair.

"Oh, I thought I was a pain in the ass from time to time" you teased him.

"You never are"

"Noted" you laughed and refused to let him go.

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phoeebsbuffay · 2 years

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Imagine you are Anakin's daughter. It's just you and him after the fall of Republic. You are the reason why he's never made to dark side, you are his priority. Until the Empire eventually finds the two of you.

Warnings: it's an alternative universe; Y/N is his only daughter. There's drama and fluffy. This Anakin is 50% himself, 50% Vader. Lightly inspired by the early plot of “Rogue One”.

Recommendations: “Penny & Me”, Hanson. “Who Knew”, Pink.

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Age 4.

You dream a weird dream. It’s filled with scary moments, darkness and confusion. You remember you had a twin sibling, maybe a brother, and Force seemed to push you. But you didn’t want to be pushed. You wanted to remain.

So you did. You stayed. When you breathed the pure air out of your lungs, you were washed with a sense of relief. The scenario changes, though. You see him in a volcano planet. You want to reach out of him.

“Don’t be in pain, papa! Don’t be sad!”

But you see a man wearing a dark cape and when you see closely, he’s torturing your father. It’s when you scream.

And you wake him.

Anakin was sleeping in the floor, giving the single size bed to you. Upon your screams, he’s now rushed to your side. You clung unto him and the former Jedi senses you are in hurt.

“My dear child”, he rocks you against him, his hand stroking your sandy curls that resemble his. “What’s wrong?”

You are shaking. It takes some minutes before your blue eyes reach out for his. So much like Anakin, even though there’s something about Padmé in you too.

“I had a nightmare.” You sob. As you hug him tight, Anakin soon is told what’s it about. “Please papa don’t go to the dark side. Don’t let the bad man torture you.”

He furrows his eyebrows. The Emperor somehow’s still there and he hopes Palpatine isn’t using you to reach for him. The mere idea makes Anakin angry, and you sense the disturbance in the Force. But you are too young to comprehend his deadly silent.

“Daddy?”

It’s when he softens when looking at you. He presses a kiss on top of your head.

“I promise I’m staying with you, Y/N. Daddy will never leave you, all right?” He gives you plenty of kisses over your face which makes you giggle softly, a sound ever so endearing to him. “Do you want Daddy to sleep by your side tonight?”

“Yes!” You brighten at the possibility. He’d often encourage you to sleep by yourself because you have to be brave, even though he never really leaves you. “Thank you, Papa! Tell me that story again!”

Anakin sighs as he lies down next to you, taking your little, chubby hand into his. He can feel the Force flow in you, but your innocence and purity make him forget about it. He looks down at you, and when your eyes meet, you notice his left eye is yellow all the while his right one is blue like yours.

“The story about the Knight and his Princess?” Anakin smiles a little, aware that you are always intrigued by the different colors of his eyes. It’s almost as if you know the answer for the never spoken question. “Aren’t you tired of this, my darling? Why not the race of the ETs?”

You giggle, holding your father’s hand.

“I like that story better. Makes me think about mommy.”

Anakin sighs again. Could he blame you? That is the closest memory you might have of her, his beloved wife…who sacrificed for the both of you to live. Though the truth is harder than this, caught up on Anakin’s conflict, it’s what you’ll always know.

And so he gives in to your pledges. As he tells the story, your eyes stare dreamily at the ceiling of the small bedroom of an abandoned, semi destroyed house that has been your home with dad for the last three, maybe four years. It’s all you could remember.

Little by little, your eyelashes blink a few times before you end up snoring lightly. Anakin, as promised, does not let go of you. He presses a few kisses on your forehead, his eyes a little teary.

“I love you, my princess. Daddy will never let anything bad happen to you, I swear.”

He watches you sleep with devotion. Anakin’s good side prevails every time he’s with you. And you feel it, so you sleep a lot better from that night on.

***

Age 8.

Anakin watches as you decide to climb the tree. After years of practice, he thinks he’s got a lot better in braiding your hair. It’s far from the complex styles of Padmé, but he thinks that she’d be proud of his progress.

Unaware of his thoughts, you are too busy trying not to fall. You are discovering your freedom, if yet you could call that, and begin to feel bold the higher you climb.

But is your dad watching? You want him to know how you could do that with not much of a trouble. You turn your head carefully and a smile spread over your lips when you realize he’s there still. Why’d you fear he depart? It’s something that is with you, for a strange reason.

“Daddy!” You yell at him. “Look what I can do!”

You don’t understand why every time you leave your house he hides underneath a vine long cape that keeps his identity unrecognizable. You hear him laugh at your words.

“I can see that! Please be careful, Y/N! You climbed too high!” He steps forward. You are smirking down at him. “Come, sweetheart. It’s time to come downstairs.”

“If i throw myself from here, can you catch me?” You ask him in between giggles.

Anakin doesn’t find your suggestion amusing, though.

“Where are you getting your ideas from, Y/N? I think you might be watching too much tv…”

You giggle again.

“Please, papa! You did once last week!” You remind him.

“It’s different! You actually slipped and fell, almost having me killed in the whole process.” Anakin pales just to remember how desperate he was when you slipped and fell. You’d have broken a leg had he not used the Force. Because of that, he thought wise to move to another Planet.

That was how you ended up in Taruna.

“Please, daddy! I promise I won’t slip again!” You pout.

Anakin sighs.

“I’m spoiling you too much, Y/N.” You know his impatience, but it’s true he never refuses you anything, which makes you smirk. “All right. When I say 1…2… and…3!”

You do as say and jump right into your daddy’s arms. He laughs when you do so and he spins you around. His hood eventually falls as a result.

“Daddy, why are you always wearing this hood?” You ask him after he pulls you down. Since you are not four anymore, there’s only so much a man can take. “You don’t look yourself in it.”

Anakin’s eyes linger in you. This questioning side comes from Padmé, he’s sure. But could he deny his inheritance in you? He takes you to the hills. It’s a green landscape, with few different colors to look at. The sky is orange and there are distant houses from one another that are painted grey, making difficult to discern one from the other. The river is a green-ish blue and cold, like the day he took you to splash in it because it was unbearable hot.

“It’s a complicated story. I don’t think you’d wanna know”, he tells you. “It’s not the time yet.”

You feel his trouble conscience. You don’t wanna press the matter if this means your dad would feel uncomfortable. You hug him, comprehensive. The gesture makes Anakin smile. How could he have raised the most pure thing in his world? He doesn’t think he’s worthy of your angelical love.

It’s by reading his thoughts—without knowing you are doing so—that you say:

“Daddy? I will always love you, no matter what. You’re the best dad in the world.”

Anakin cannot help but to weep silently as you embrace him. He always wanted a little princess to spoil, but the picture perfect came with Padmé. He still grieved her and the loss of your twin. Hence why he’s so overprotective to you. He’s almost convinced this could be the part of Padmé that is in you.

“And I love you, Y/nickname. You’ll always be daddy’s little girl.” He strokes your hair and after a while, he says. “Daddy just wants the best of you. I don’t know how, but you bring the best there’s in him.”

“There’s good in you, daddy. I know so without a question”, you smile at him with a spark in your eyes.

You make your father often emotional. Not only because you are a constant reminder of your mother, but your quick wit never ceases to amaze him. You also bring out the best of him even in his worst days.

There was one day you saw an Empire troop following you. He told you to run and hide but you were so worried about him. You hid behind a rock. And you watched him furiously destroy the troops.

This got you into nightmares. Anakin is worried that it is always the same thing: him surrending to the dark side only to somehow end up tortured by Sidious’s hands.

“Daddy won’t leave you.” He feels your pain, your angst, your fear. All sentiments Anakin’s been too familiar with. It’s when he realizes you have to be told about the truth of who he is, who your mother was…and how all of this impacts you.

However, all you need now is his presence and that’s what he does: he soothes your fears and presses your forehead with gentle kisses. He senses the Force in you. But because Anakin is powerful and better trained, he works to disguise your signature.

So you stay like this until both of you fall asleep.

***

Age: 12.

Your head is few inches on the floor all the while your legs are stretched against the tree. Eyes closed, you concentrate.

“This is the most atypical meditation form I’ve come across to.” Anakin laughs when he sees the unusual position you find yourself comfortable enough to mediate. You try not to give in how his laughter sounds more joyous than years before and it warms your heart.

Ever since the day you were told your father was nearly catapulted to become the major head of the Sith Lord, a decision that would have risked your mother’s life (and as result yours), you began to understand him better, to comprehend the facility with which he could flow from light to dark and vice versa.

He told him about all his life. How in the end, when he came after your mother, it was too late. She was about to die because she gave the energy left on her to save you. Obi-Wan, unfortunately, was not present—Anakin hasn’t seen him in years. All of this meant that you are special, you are his daughter and Senator Amidala’s after all. So ever since then, you asked him to train you in the arts of Jedi. Despite his fears, you successfully convinced him to.

There you are now, meditating and exercising better control of your sentiments. You are now in a green planet, a name you don’t concern yourself to know because Maker knows you are not staying there too long.

“Dad, you are making difficult when you laugh so loud”, you chuckle, opening your eyes and leaving that position so gracefully.

Anakin notes proudly how taller you have become and will grow just as tall. Your chubby face is no more and you seem to become a little more serious. Adolescents.

He does not wish to acknowledge that. It frustrates him just to consider it. But Anakin also fears that you might rebel against him eventually—he knows you wish to settle down permanently and make friends despite your good, comprehensive nature.

That day, you are wearing two buns your dad braided for you. You appreciate when he came with ideas to your hair. It’s something that always made special the bond you have with him. You are also wearing white, a funny contrast to the dark robes your father is always wearing.

“I did not know I had the power to ruin your meditation, sweetheart”, Anakin laughs quietly. Your manners remind him of Padmé. Always do. “You are doing great. Better than me at your age. My Master would say I was always giving him headache.”

It’s your turn to laugh. Your eyes, always so vivid, spark again.

“I want to hear more stories about you and your Master, dad!”

Sometimes I miss when you called me daddy. Ugh. Anakin detests how he’s so emotional and strongly attached to you. But he’s always put you as his top priority of his life. When you smile, acknowledging it, all of the darkness in him dissipates.

As the two of you begin to pace around the orange fields, Anakin tells you the days where he was seen as a reckless Jedi. The adventures, the missions…

“Once I turned the communicator off because my Master was saying “may I tell you that this wasn’t not your mission..?” And I said: “Yes” and decided I’d have none of his bullshit.” He and you share a laughter, a sound full of joy.

It feels like the world is just made for you, but peace as you know is about to change… Even Anakin is aware that the two of you could not escape the Empire’s tentacles for good.

However, to his surprise the first to find the two of you is not a Sith Lord, but rather Anakin’s own master: Obi-Wan Kenobi.

***

Age: 14.

“Y/N, you have to keep your mind in check. Pretend your father is not here. You don’t need to impress anyone”, Obi-Wan is telling you. “Breathe in… Oh! You did a fantastic job, Anakin. Y/N, you managed to levitate that heavy rock!”

You open your eyes and could not believe in what you see: a great rock that for centuries stood in the river’s path is finally set away, leaving the water flow the course without obstacles. The first thing you do is search your father’s eyes and when seeing approval in his, your blush paints your cheeks delightedly so.

Obi-Wan Kenobi, the legendary Master of Jedi, had somehow survived the Order 66. He thought he had lost Anakin for the Sith—you soon learned they fought each other—and was concerned in trying to save Padmé when he fell in a trap elaborated by the Dark Forces. Although he sensed there was a good in Anakin, and how he eventually found out that not only he survived but you as well, it took him years before he came to you two.

“My priority”, you overhear your dad say in one night when he thinks you are asleep, “is my daughter, Obi-Wan. You should know that. I do not wish to have anything to do with what remained of the Order or the Empire. I’m sick of these two, in all honesty.”

Obi-Wan sighs. He knows how Anakin is. He’s seen how attached he is to his only daughter, forming with you such a strong bond that is, in fact, admirable. But the Rebels, as ironic as that might sound, need him, the chosen one.

“I think only you can defeat Darth Sidious. You nearly did that night, when you came to your senses. That you have escaped his control is admirable and tells how much you’ve matured and how strong you’ve become, Anakin.”

“You flatter me, Ben.” Anakin sounds tired, but you detect a hint of unhappiness in his voice. “Nonetheless, I failed. I failed you, I failed her.”

Obi-Wan presses a hand over his shoulder.

“You did not. By not giving yourself to darkness you made us proud. You never failed neither of us.” He then adds. “Your daughter is blindly devoted to you. That tells me what a great character you are.”

Anakin sniffs a little.

“All I want her is to be happy. And live in a better world where she can be free to be whoever she wants to be.”

“You can provide her that… you know how.”

But you want to protest. You want to tell Obi-Wan that you don’t want your dad exposed to danger. It reminds you of the nightmares you had every now and then as a child…as well as in the beginning of your adolescence. However you end up sleeping before you know it.

The next day you are awake by your father with urgency.

“Y/N, Y/N! You have to be up! Go with Obi-Wan, he’s taking you to a better place.”

“What’s going on?” You ask him, confuse.

Anakin hesitates. But when looking at your deep blue eyes and noticing how your cheeks, lips and forehead are every bit your mother’s as well your tendency to always opt for diplomacy, he cannot look away the fact you are becoming a woman as much as this pains him.

“Count Dooku’s army has landed. He’s your father’s old enemy. I need to fight him.”

“Let me help you”, you say it anxiously. “Dad, what if he takes you to the old bad man?”

Anakin understands your fears more than you’d say. In fact, although there are a lot more words you’d like to express—but as an adolescent, you struggle with ability to verbalize what’s in your heart; it used to be so easy as a kid to do so but now…—but your dad knows all that remains unspoken.

He strokes your cheek. There’s so much love in his eyes that you begin to cry.

“I have all figured it out. Obi-Wan is going to look after you. Hey, hey. Don’t cry.” He lifts your chin so you look into his eyes. “I’ve done all that is in my power to protect you. We will meet again, my daughter. You’re not going to lose me. I swear.”

“I love you”, it comes out as a sob. You should be better composed, but care little to that now. “Never forget that. I love you, daddy.”

Anakin blinks away his tears.

“I love you too, Y/nickname.”

Obi-Wan, as emotional as he is, knows it’s time. Carefully, the three of you part. Anakin, to become Lord Vader; Kenobi, to become a fugitive and you, the leader of the rebels.

So you flee.

***

Age 17.

You finally reach Dagobah with Obi-Wan by your side. The now grey haired older man has been your master in these last years, always reinforcing your training for a future that’s still developing ahead of the two of you. He looks tired, much to your dismay. Hence why you decide to pilot the ship there.

Was there really another choice?

“What do you think you are doing, Y/N?” Obi-Wan asks you the moment you land in what he judged as a very weird planet to land on. “We have few informations regarding this region. We barely know if it’s a rebel basis. You are risking our lives.”

“I know I might incur in making a severe mistake”, you tell him. “But I have a good feeling about this.”

“You Skywalkers are always giving me headaches”, he muttered.

“Don’t be so cranky, old Kenobi”, you tell him in a strange good mood. “Come now.”

In these past three years, not only you got yourself stronger, but the prosecution you were under the Empire also worsened. And the news about your father disappointed you. He was not meant to join Palpatine, but rather destroy him! Yet, deep down you know that he’s doing so by protecting you. All the while this saddens you, it also fuels your urge to destroy the Emperor.

Whatever it takes.

“We need some rest.” You tell Obi-Wan, but you are reckless. “Stay here whilst I’ll check the surroundings.”

“Please be careful, Y/N. Recklessness is only a way to find us trouble when we don’t need one”, he tells you.

Though worried you are about his exhaustion, you do need to stretch your legs and ensure there’s other supplies for you both.

“I promise I’ll be prudent”, you assure him.

Where is this good energy coming from? You don’t know. But it somewhat leads you deep into the woods and it feels as if the mist protects you. It’s when out of sudden you bump into someone and you feel alarmed right away. You pull your green saber and prepare for a battle.

But the one you bump into is someone who inspires you a familiar energy even though you have no idea who this is.

“Peace, Padawan. I come in peace”, the female says. “Is Obi-Wan Kenobi with you?”

“Who are you?” You are slightly nervous about this encounter. Though you came across some rebels and soldiers of the empire in the last years, you don’t feel a hundred percent secure about your powers.

The mist disappears and you see this lady with friendly eyes and tentacles in her head. She smiles at you because she knows who you are. She feels it.

“I’m Ahsoka Tano. Obi-Wan knows me. Would you take me to him if you may?”

“Of course.” You say it before you think. She inspires you sympathy. “Ahsoka, I think the Force brought me to you. Are you a Jedi?”

She’s analyzing you. As you speak, she does not take long before knowing who you are, who your parents…were.

“I was a Jedi a long time ago”, the older woman says. “But I don’t belong to this world anymore.”

As you ponder her words, you say nothing. She senses suspicious in you, so as you walk back to the cave, it takes a while to get to know you better.

“Who’s been training you? And by what purpose?”

“Obi-Wan”, you tell her. “I am convinced I am defeating the Emperor. It’s my mission.”

She furrows her eyebrows.

“Such a hard task for someone so young. Is it what you want, Y/N?”

“Yes. I…” You hesitate. She knows what’s to be said before words leave your brain to reach your tongue. “I want to bring my dad back. I know there’s good in him.”

Ahsoka does not say nothing, plunged by sadness. When detecting on her, you come to realize one thing.

“You know my father, don’t you? Now I remember he once told me about you. Ahsoka Tano, his Padawan.”

She’s surprised by this. News that she’s not expecting to hear. It’s when you tell her about everything that happened the day Anakin confronted Sidious and came for you.

By the time you reach Obi-Wan, he looks far more exhausted than you had left him. Ahsoka comprehends why she’s brought to you. But even she hesitates.

“Master Kenobi, I wasn’t expecting this encounter would be this last.”

You are too baffled to say anything. Obi-Wan looks at you kindly.

“Your training is to end soon, Y/N. I will never leave you. Remember, good always prevail over the bad if you remember to turn the light on amidst darkness.”

An advice that you’d never forget. It’s when he disappears right before your eyes. You barely have time to say something!

“I know you are overwhelmed, Y/N. But I promise you, this will pass. It always does.”

Does it? You never feel so alone as you are now. What if you are unable to save your father? What then?

***

Age 18.

“The time has come.” You land in the Death Star. You have been leading a good range of men, fighting the pilots who served the Emperor and destroying them all.

It’s funny how you surprise your fellow rebels—because that’s who you are now—by proving a great pilot. A true Skywalker is what you are. In the business that led you to present events, you ended up crossing the path of this rogue man named Han Solo.

“You think you are taking my ship, aren’t you? I saw how you bet yesterday”, you told him bluntly so. “Don’t underestimate me, young lad.”

It started as rivals until your new Master Ahsoka said:

“He actually finds you cute.”

You scoffed at it.

“He’s an idiot.”

“You have your father’s temper”, she laughed at it. “Is Solo that bad, uh?”

“I thought Jedis could not form attachments”, you reminded her.

“We are not exactly Jedis, my dear. The Order as we know has ceased to exist long time ago.”

Your silence was the response that brought Ahsoka’s an amusing grin.

But even so, forced by circumstances as you were to join forces with Solo, there was little time to think about harboring romantic sentiments for a boy like him. Often used to loneliness, you wouldn’t know how to deal with that.

“Sometimes the best defense is the attack”, Ahsoka told you when sensing your conflicts. “Don’t run from your sentiments, Y/N. They are what they make you.”

Yet, even so battles came and you and Solo followed different paths. Until, before you met your father, he came after you.

“Uh, Skywalker… I wanted to congratulate you for your success in battles.” He hesitated. You know there is more, so you wait. When seeing a smile encouraging him to speak, Solo smiled. “Be careful when facing the Sith tomorrow. I wish I was there with you, though.”

“I appreciate it, Han. More than I can speak. I…” When did you stop being good with words? But somehow Han understood you. As he often did.

“I know.”

You both smiled. It was when he came and kissed you for the very first time.

So there you are now. Entering the Death Star, you fight away some clone troops. There’s little difficulty when crossing their path because you are more powerful now.

A laughter than echoes in this strange corridor you find yourself in. A mechanical breath is heard. Your heart beats louder. You are reminded of your nightmares.

“Daddy is here. He’s not going to leave you anywhere.”

But he did, didn’t he? No. You sweep away this thought out of your mind. You remember Ahsoka’s training to deal with dark side and this helps to shield your mind.

However, you are put to task when your father shows before you not as Anakin Skywalker, but something different.

“Who are you? What have you become, dad?” The words come out as a choked shock.

“My daughter. The Emperor welcomes you”, his voice is devoid of emotion. You thought he was there to stop the Emperor not to join him. “Let the dark come out. It’s calling you.”

His words have the opposite effect, though.

“No. Daddy, this is not what you’ve taught me. We all have the good and the bad sides inside us. It’s the balance that matters.” You move to where he is, emboldened by the Force. “This is not the man my mother would’ve seen. This is not the father I once knew.”

It’s enough to seed the doubt in him.

“Come dad.” You move forward and remove his mask. “Remember. I love you and I always will.”

The battle happens. The nightmares that plagued your infancy become real, with one difference. You are the one tortured by Sidious, not your father.

Though you prove to be a strong opponent to Sidious, as he electrifies you after removing your left arm, you are put to a rough test. It’s seeing you so close to death that Anakin overpowers Vader and by doing thus he ends the battle by finishing with Palpatine’s life for good.

“Y/N! Y/N!” He goes on his knee as you lie unconsciously. “Please come to me, my child! Please!”

It takes a few minutes before you open your eyes. The balance at Force is restaured. You are embraced by your dad. You both are finally in peace.

“I love you, daddy.”

“And I love you, kiddo.”

***

Epilogue.

You become Mrs Solo in the very same spot where your father espoused Padmé Amidala. You sense her spirit by your side when her tiara is placed over your head and you slip in the white, classic gown that was once used by her.

Anakin weeps at your sight when he’s about to lead you to the altar.

“You look so much like your mother. So beautiful. A princess yourself.”

You kiss his cheek.

“I love you, daddy. Thank you for being a part of this day”. To remember the resistance he put in your relationship with Han looks funny now.

It’s something he thinks so when watching you.

“I feared this day would come. But it does little go to keep our little doves in the nest. To fly one must, I see that now.”

You cannot help yourself but weep too. You cling onto him. Always attached to your dad. Always the devoted daughter.

And because you sense your mother is calling him. She’s waiting for him.

“I love you, daddy. So damn much.”

“I love you, Y/Nickname.” He presses a kiss over your forehead. “Now we shall not let Han waiting, even though he deserves it.”

You two share a mischievous smirk that turns to joyous laughters. Eventually though he leads you to the altar and gives you to Han, blessing thus the union.

But before you end the vows, he disappears. Ahsoka, who’d said goodbye for you, is weeping silently. You feel it too.

But when you turn your head after the priest recognizes you as Mrs Solo, you weep overjoyed when seeing your Skywalker family present and reunited in Force Spirit next to Obi-Wan Kenobi and other Masters.

Han sees it too and engulfs you in his arms before saying:

“What a powerful union ours come to be.”

And this statement does ring a truth that years later will reveal itself…

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