#but leia would NEVER take his name

[nymph1e]

so im neck deep doing research for a fic and uh

is that her actual, canonical name? Bruh. no it ain't

[prismatica-the-strange]

Thinking about if Anakin fully killed Frei. Like... they "fight" and he runs her through with his lightsaber but instead of being immediately horrified by his actions he moves on to the younglings and the rest of the story goes on as canon.

Except!!! Darth is constantly haunted by her Force Ghost.

Everything he does is constantly critiqued and gets snarky remarks.

Just imagining him force choking some empire goon or officer and he hears Frei behind him go, "That'll show 'em. Killing off your staff one by one. Great job Ani."

And he just drops them with an annoyed sigh then turns to glare at her.

And after the og trilogy? When he's redeemed and they're reunited as force ghosts. Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. The first thing he does is kiss her cause even as a sith he couldn't help but miss and love her. And they spend eternity together in the afterlife.

[luminoustarlight]

As Fate Would Have It | DILF!Anakin Skywalker

Anakin Skywalker gets a new assistant, who also happens to be his favorite OnlyFans performer.

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rating: explicit | pairing: anakin skywalker x afab!reader | wc: 3.7k | read on ao3

warnings: modern!au, undisclosed age gap, SMUT [use of toys (dildo and fleshlight), mutual masturbation, squirting, watching of pornography]

After midnight is Anakin’s favorite time of the day. His kids have been asleep since 8:30 pm— their weekday curfew— and he’s finally stopped working on the project he brought home from work. It kept him from watching 101 Dalmatians with Luke and Leia but “it needed to be done.” 

He completed it well after the twins went to sleep, his neck was aching, and he needed to unwind. Now, he’s settled on the left side of his king bed, back propped against the headboard and his tablet waiting for him on the nightstand. He’s been thinking about this all day. Ever since he got the notification at 1:48 p.m. that HoneySuckle uploaded a new video. 

While he was at work. On a very busy day, he might add. As much as he wanted to get away to watch it immediately, he couldn’t. But now he has uninterrupted time to enjoy himself and the woman he’s about to watch. 

Anakin watches HoneySuckle exclusively. For over three years now, he has been subscribed to her page for $7.99 a month, which is an absolute disgrace to the quality of content she puts out. That’s why he tips her at least $200 for each video. It’s a number that hardly means a thing to Anakin. But to HoneySuckle, it is everything. It’s a cushion for incidentals. For the flat tire on her Mini Cooper. The vet bill for her orange tabby, Panini. She has expressed her thanks to him in their private messages, but it never seems to be enough. 

Their casual conversations are never enough. 

It comes as a great surprise to Anakin to see that her newest video is dedicated to him. Him— Anakin Skywalker AKA skyguy81. AKA HoneySuckle’s biggest fan and number one supporter. 

Squirting for Sky 🖤

He’s never clicked on anything faster in his life. The edges of his brain are beginning to fog. The mere thought of Honey getting off to the thought of him makes goosebumps prickle along his skin and his cock begin to swell. But then he sees what she’s wearing. Or, not wearing for that matter. Usually, she’ll begin videos with a full set on. Whether it’s a lacy bra and panties, a teddy, or a babydoll, teasingly taking off her lingerie is part of her brand. 

Not in this video, though. In this new 23 minute video, she is wearing a black garter and thong with roses embroidered in the mesh along her hip bones. Sheer black stockings are pulled up to her thighs and as she spreads her legs— dear God— Anakin sees that her panties are crotchless. 

Every video is expertly angled so only the bottom half of her face is on camera. She’s mentioned to Anakin in the past that this is not her full time job and therefore some anonymity is important. He doesn’t need to see her whole face to know she is beautiful. 

“I bought this just for you,” Honey says directly to Anakin. “You said you liked black. I hope you like this.”  She goes to grab the vibrator next to the pink dildo on her bed. 

“I love it,” Anakin mumbles. Running her hand over one of her bare breasts, she turns on the vibrator. The familiar hum of the toy reminds Anakin to put on his headphones. Just in case. 

Now with that taken care of, Anakin can begin taking care of himself. It doesn’t take long for the guy to get hard when he’s watching Honey. Hell, he can just think about her and he’ll be horny. The melodic cadence to her voice, the angelic sounds she makes when she cums, the lustful desire to bury himself in her cunt. She is the only woman he has desired since his wife and he doesn’t even know her name. But he knows the curves of her body as if he’s felt them with his own two hands. God, how he wishes he could touch her, kiss her, pleasure her. 

It’s pathetic. He is pathetic for wanting the impossible. Anakin Skywalker is a smart man. A genius in many regards. Yet he’s delusional enough to think her messages might mean something. That this video dedicated to him means something.

Of course, it doesn’t. Everything about his conversations with Honey is transactional. It’s part of her job. That’s it. Nothing more. You’re not special. 

But fuck, does it make his cock hard thinking this is all for him. Well, this is for him. The title of the video says so. With her legs spread nice and wide, Anakin can see how wet she has become from the vibrator on her clit. 

Stiff and dribbling precum on his belly, Anakin wraps his long fingers around his equally long shaft. He swipes his palm over the tip to lubricate the rest of his dick. Honey has now turned off the vibrator and grabs the dildo. Despite its playful color, it’s a formidable size. A similar 7 inches to Anakin’s cock, she opens her mouth and the tip disappears. Then a little bit more… and a little more… until she’s gagging. She pulls it out of her mouth with a loud gasp. Messy strings of saliva fall on her chin and chest. 

“Fuck,” she breathes. “I love choking on your cock. Feeling it so deep in my throat until I can’t breathe.” 

This sends a jolt through Anakin’s whole body. His cock lurches in his hand and he knows all too well that his hand will simply not suffice tonight. He pauses Honey’s video and reluctantly gets off of bed to retrieve his Fleshlight from his hidden stash in the closet. Usually, his hand does just fine. He’s used to it by now. Being a single dad in his early forties and the CEO of his own company, he doesn’t have time to go on dates. He has one woman on his rolodex of hookup numbers and even then, he doesn’t contact her often. Usually it’s her who needs him. He prefers it that way, anyway. 

Anakin returns to his bed with the barely used Fleshlight in hand and immediately resumes the video. Honey continues to give the dildo a blowjob, making Anakin ache for it to be his cock in her mouth. He can only imagine how warm it is. How he’d make her relax so he can shove his entire length down her throat. How she’d sound choking on his dick and not some pink toy. 

Again, she holds it in her mouth until her lungs are screaming for air. Anakin ruts his hips up into his fist. He’s waiting to use the Fleshlight until she puts the toy in her cunt. 

Which is right now. She lines the tip of it to her opening, pushing the head in teasingly before removing it and dragging it along her folds. 

“Have you been good today? Do you deserve to fuck me?” The seductive nature of Honey’s voice is so familiar to Anakin, yet every time dirty talk drips from her lips, his spine tingles. 

“Please, Honey,” Anakin whispers, hovering the opening of the Fleshlight over his cock. “Put it in, baby.”

As if obeying his command, Honey pushes the toy into her hole. At the same time, Anakin lowers his own toy onto himself. The tight Fleshlight sucks in his dick and it damn near has Anakin’s eyes rolling to the back of his head. He’d forgotten what it feels like… how similar yet different it is to real pussy. Fuck, what he would do to have his cock in Honey’s actual cunt. The best he can do is use his overactive imagination. 

Honey is thrusting the dildo in and out of her and soft moans fill Anakin’s ears. He yanks the Fleshlight up and down—a lazy way of using it, he knows— but it does the job. “That’s it…” he breathes. His heartbeat is racing impossibly fast, chasing down an orgasm that is going to arrive far too soon. “I fuck you so well, don’t I, Honey?” 

“Mm…” she whimpers, pushing the toy deeper and further into her.  “Your cock’s so big… fills me up so well. Feels so good!” 

“You have no idea how good I could make you feel,” Anakin growls. In his mind she’s on her back, just as she is now. Her knees are pushed up to her ears and Anakin is thrusting into her tight hole to no end. He’s so deep, he can see himself in her stomach. He kisses her, finally tasting her on his own lips. Their tongues are doing a dance, his fingers are on her clit for maximum pleasure. And she’s screaming his name. She can’t believe how good he fucks. How he, at 42 years old, can last as long as he has. “I’m not fucking geriatric,” he’d say. He’d make her cum at least twice before he does, just to prove a point. 

Honey then takes the dildo out of her cunt and brings it back up to her mouth. Anakin removes the Fleshlight. She hollows her cheeks around it whilst reaching for the vibrator. She turns it back on and returns it to her clit. Her toes curl at the sensation and a moan is muffled by the cock in her mouth. 

“Let me hear you,” Anakin encourages, no matter how silly and pointless it is to do so. “Please, Honey. I love hearing you moan.” 

She takes the dildo out of her mouth to announce that she’s going to cum. “Oh, fuck. Fuck!” 

She’s squirming on the bed, mouth shaped in that glorious ‘O’. As her orgasm rattles through her body, she keeps the vibrator on her swollen nub and returns the dildo to her pussy. Anakin follows suit and sheathes his cock once again, thrusting his hips up to the speed Honey is fucking herself. 

“I hope you…fuck, that feels good,” she is interrupted by her own pleasure. It’s her authenticity that Anakin adores and enjoys the most. It never feels like she’s performing. “I hope you’re making yourself feel as good as I feel. Are you fucking your hand? Your mattress? A pillow? I bet you wish you were in my tight cunt. Don’t you?” 

“Yes,” Anakin breathes. He is on fire now. He’s not sure the coil in his belly could get any tighter. He’s going to cum soon and Honey hasn’t even squirted yet. There’s five minutes left of the video. “You wouldn’t believe—ah, fucking hell— wouldn’t believe how badly I want to fuck you.” 

“I’m gonna squirt! Oh my God…please cum for me. Cum while I squirt for you!” Honey removes the dildo as the clear liquid sprays from her cunt. Anakin abandons the Fleshlight and takes over with his tried and true hand. He’s pumping quickly, he’s mesmerized by Honey and how she squirts a little more each time she puts the dildo back inside of her and pulls it back out. Her back is arching off of the bed as she drops both toys and cums one last time. 

Anakin is cumming now, too. His sack twitches up toward him while he releases his load on his belly. He stuffs a fist into his mouth to silence his moan. He bites down on his own hand with fervor, and it hurts. He isn’t completely finished when he hears her utter the words ‘last video.’ 

Wait, what? 

He needs to go back. Surely, he didn’t hear her correctly. 

“I hope you all enjoyed yourselves while watching. I know I did. This is a bit of a last hurrah for me. I’m starting a new job next week and I just don’t think I’ll have the time to upload, so this might be my last video. Thank you for all of the support over the last three years. I had a great time. Kisses, HoneySuckle.” 

And that’s the end of it. Anakin is stunned. He watches her video again. And then once more. There's a lilt to her voice that makes Anakin think she is happy to be done with this. He should be happy for her. But he hangs onto the word ‘might’.  

Honey said this might be her last video. Anakin shouldn’t feel so fucking relieved that his favorite OnlyFans performer might still upload videos. What is wrong with him? He has no real connection to her whatsoever yet he feels disappointed by the idea of not having her videos in his life anymore. 

Fuck it. He sends her a $500 tip, a little message and goes to wash up. 

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Panini is pressed against your side, purring contentedly while you stroke his back absently. You’re wrapped in a sherpa cozy in bed while watching The Great British Bake Off. It’s your bedtime show. You’ve probably seen every series at least 3 times, simply because it’s the show you put on to go to sleep. But most of the time, you end up staying up to watch it as if you’ve never seen it before. 

Your phone lights up with a notification. You glance at it but immediately do a double take. You grab your phone off of your nightstand and stare at the screen with your jaw dropped. 

Skyguy81 sent you a tip!

$500

You pause in the middle of Prue Leith giving her thoughts on someone’s Showstopper. You swipe right to open the message.

That was spectacular, Honey. From the lingerie to the beautiful way you cum. You certainly know how to put on a show. I must admit, I was a bit disappointed to hear that it might be your last video. You are the only performer I watch. I will miss you. I wish you the best of luck with your new endeavor. 

And I know what you are going to say. “It’s too much.” It is not. Please accept the tip as a token of my appreciation. You helped me feel less lonely on the days I needed someone the most. - Sky 

Why do you feel like you’re about to cry? Sky has been your top supporter since you began uploading videos during COVID. It was just supposed to be a way to make ends meet. To pay off the student loans and any other financials that came up. The tips started off relatively small. $50 here, $75 there. He was the first to give you a $100 tip. 

Then, after about a year, he upped it to $200 after each video. Your thank you messages to him turned into conversations. Short ones, never deep or personal, yet you feel like you know him. You feel like…no, it’s silly. You feel like he could be a friend. If you both weren’t hiding behind a screen and fake names, maybe you actually could be. 

You begin typing a response. 

Sky- I am going to say it anyway. THAT IS WAY TOO MUCH!!! You have been far too generous to me over the years. I don’t deserve it. 

 He replies in a matter of seconds. 

I have to disagree, Honey. I wish I could do more for you. 

Like what? 

I would take you out to a nice dinner. Perhaps share a bottle of wine while we get to know each other. 

Would you take me home after?

Whose home? 

Whichever you’d like. 

I’d take you back to your house and leave you with a goodnight kiss.

That’s all? 

You would like more? 

What the hell are you doing? Are you actually flirting with this man? He could be 60 years old and bald! Not that there’s anything wrong with being 60 or bald, but come on. You’re in your 20s. You have to have some limit. You stare at his username. Skyguy81. Maybe 81 is his birth year? So, that would put him at 42. 42 isn’t too bad… 

Oh, what the hell. It’s not like you’re actually gonna meet this guy, right? 

Well, I might wear something special underneath my dress. Something that I paid for with the money you’ve given me. Wouldn’t you want to see it? 

Yes. I would. 

What would you do if you took me home? 

When you don’t hear back from Sky after thirty minutes, you assume he fell asleep. It is nearly 1 a.m. on a Thursday night. Or is it early Friday morning? Regardless, he probably has work in the morning. 

With a rather loud yawn, you decide it’s time for you to go to sleep, too. 

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Luke and Leia barge into Anakin’s room at 7:30, dressed and ready to go to school while their dad is still fast asleep. He must have slept through his alarm. Luke is poking him in the side and urging him to wake up. 

“Alright, I’m up,” he grumbles, scrubbing his hands down his face. “Have you two eaten?” 

Leia nods. “Eggos and orange juice.” 

“I wanted a Toaster Strudel,” Luke says. 

“And I told him we don’t have any Toaster Strudels,” replies his twin sister. 

“Yes we do! You just didn’t look hard enough.” 

Anakin pinches the bridge of his nose. He feels a headache coming on. He didn’t drink last night, so why does he feel hungover? “Ahsoka ate the last one when she was here on Tuesday, remember?” 

“Oh yeah,” Luke recalls. 

“Dad, we’re gonna be late for school if you don’t get out of bed,” Leia says. 

Anakin checks the time on his phone. Your message from last night is at the bottom of his notifications. He already has five work emails to answer. His calendar pings with reminders about meetings and his assistant’s retirement party. “Bring your things to the front door. I’ll be down in a few minutes.” 

In the rush of getting himself dressed, not only does he put on two different pairs of socks but two different pairs of shoes, too. He doesn’t realize this until after he enters the office and Dorothy, attentive as ever, points it out as he’s walking past her desk and into his office. 

Dorothy is 74 years old, a widow, and owl fanatic. She has been Anakin’s assistant since he started the company 20 years ago. “Did you get dressed in the dark, Mr. Skywalker?” 

Even after two decades of Anakin’s insistence on calling him by his first name, Dorothy continues to defy him. “I overslept,” Anakin answers. “I was rushing to get ready because you know how Leia gets when she’s late to anything.” 

Dorothy nods. “Yes, she is the most punctual 9 year old I know. I presume you did not eat breakfast.”

“No, I didn’t.” Anakin opens his emails. 

“Why don’t I get you an egg sandwich from Dexter’s after I retrieve a matching pair to one of your shoes.” 

“I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“You didn’t have to.” 

Anakin cracks a smile. Dorothy has always been two steps ahead of Anakin. She’s been somewhat of a mother figure to him over the years. She believed in him when no one else did. How many people are going to put their faith in a cocky 22 year old with wild engineering innovations? Dorothy was there when his wife passed away and nannied the twins off and on for a few years while Anakin regained his bearings. His heart contracts. He is truly going to miss her. “Do you have to retire, Dorothy?” 

“I’m afraid so,” Dorothy replies with a bittersweet smile. “You will be just fine. And I trust my successor will attend to your needs just as well as I have. I picked her myself. I know exactly what you need in an assistant, Mr. Skywalker.” 

Did Dorothy just wink at Anakin before leaving his office? What the hell does she have up her sleeve? 

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Gold and brown leaves dance across the concrete in the courtyard of Skywalker Enterprises. The autumn air bites at your cheeks and you’re thankful you decided to wear a beanie along with your plaid pea coat. 

You notice Dorothy’s silver hair before the rest of her as she walks toward you with two cups of something hot in her hands. “Good morning, Y/N.” she hands you the cup. 

“Good morning, Dorothy,” you reply with a smile. You lift off the lid to smell the contents. The steam tickles your nose before recognizing the warm spices of Chai. “You remembered my drink order?” 

“Of course.” Dorothy sits across from you. “I trust you went over the files I sent you regarding Mr. Skywalker? How are you feeling about the job?” 

You take a meager sip of your Chai latte. It’s still too hot to drink. “I read all of them at least three times. He doesn’t seem too high maintenance.”

“Far from it,” Dorothy replies. 

“But…” you begin, wondering if you should even mention it. 

“What is it, dear?” 

“I just find it a little strange that I haven’t met him. I would’ve assumed he’d be part of the hiring process. Isn’t it important we get along?” 

“Oh, don’t worry about that. Anakin gets along with everyone! He’s a charmer,” Dorothy sips on her drink. “He entrusted me with finding a replacement for myself because I know him better than anyone. I know his needs better than he knows them. And you, my dear, have shown you are more than capable to take over. Your references spoke very highly of you.” 

Right. Your references— one of which was your best friend who pretended to be a famous influencer who you “assisted” for 2 years after college. The other was a family you nannied for for only 2 weeks while the wife was out of town and the dad thought he could pull off some fantasy of fucking the nanny. The only good thing that came out of it was him telling you he’d give you a stellar reference for your next job. Turns out he wasn’t lying. 

“So, I’ll start on Monday? By myself? No shadowing or anything?” 

Dorothy nods. “I will officially be retired by 5 p.m. today. After which, Mr. Skywalker is yours.”

Don’t you wish. You’ve seen photos of him in Forbes. It’s an understatement to say he’s handsome. And it would be a lie to say you didn’t apply for the job because of his looks. By some miracle you were chosen out of hundreds of applicants and hired. You’ve signed the papers already. You’re officially on the Skywalker Enterprises payroll. Of course, you’ll be on probation for 90 days but Dorothy seems confident you’ll be a good fit. 

Hopefully you will live up to Anakin Skywalker’s expectations.

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[starkwlkr]

love potion no. 9 | sebastian vettel

teenage!sebastian vettel

summerween series

Sebastian Vettel was a flop with the chicks. Every girl he talked to would ignore him and walk away. What was wrong with him? Did he have something stuck in his teeth or was it his braces?

He didn’t let it get to his head until he met Y/n L/n. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Everything about her was perfect. A girl like Y/n could never be seen with a nerd like me, thought Sebastian. She was the prom queen, everyone liked her, she had the best grades and she was most likely going to Yale or Harvard.

And what did Sebastian have? The reputation of being the school’s biggest nerd. How could he ever be with the most popular girl in school?

It all started when a Halloween dance was announced at school. Everyone was excited for it especially since they could wear costumes. Most couples were already thinking about their couples costumes. Sebastian had nothing in mind. He could go as Beetlejuice or maybe Peter Parker (not Spider-Man, everyone dressed up as Spider-Man). His thoughts were interrupted when his dream girl sat across from him at the table. It was study hall and he spent it in the library along with several other students.

“Hi.” Y/n L/n said to him. “Sorry I didn’t ask, but is it okay if I study here? I can move if you want me to.”

“No!” Sebastian said rather loudly. “Um . . I mean you can stay. No one is sitting there.”

Y/n smiled at him then proceeded to sit across from him. She took out her books and notebook and began to study. Sebastian didn’t get much studying done. He kept glancing at her, wondering if maybe he could start a conversation with her. By the time he actually built up the courage to say something, the bell had rung signaling the end of study hall. Y/n was already gone.

“Stupid.” Sebastian whispered to himself.

The days leading up to Halloween dance were pure hell for Sebastian. He heard many rumors that Jason, the most popular boy in school, was going to ask Y/n to the dance. That couldn’t happen, no! Sebastian needed to take you to the dance. Since it was a costume required dance, he needed the best costume to impress you so he looked through his old yearbooks and pulled up the class pictures from grade school. He found her name and read over her likes and dislikes, hobbies, and what she wished to be when she grew up. Every kid had a page like that, some kids changed, no longer liking Barbie or toy cars, but Sebastian never did. He still liked comics, cars, old movies.

You never changed either.

Likes: Star Wars, the color pink, almond M&M’s

That’s it! Star Wars was his answer. It was pretty obvious that Y/n would chose to go as Princess Leia so Sebastian bought pieces of clothing to resemble Han Solo. He hoped that she would be impressed.

The day of the dance finally came and Sebastian was nervous. All around him people were dressed as witches, pirates, devils and angels and what was he dressed as? The captain of the millennium falcon.

He stood around hoping to spot Y/n, but there was no sign of her. Maybe she stayed home . . . This was a stupid idea anyway. Sebastian was defeated so he walked to the gym door and was about to leave when he bumped into Y/n in her costume.

“Holy shit! Han Solo!” She gasped when she saw Sebastian in costume.

“Princess Leia . . .” He cracked a smile. Y/n was dressed in Leila’s outfit from The Empire Strikes Back. “Hi.” He shyly said.

“Hi, Seb! I didn’t know you liked Star Wars? I love it! My brothers don’t so I really have no one to talk to about it, but maybe you and I could—”

“Y/n!” A friend of hers ran up to Sebastian and Y/n. “What are you wearing? We agreed to be cats!” She gestured to the fake drawn on whiskers and cat ear headband. “You look . . ”

“Pretty. She looks pretty.” Sebastian cut in. He really didn’t know where he got the confidence to speak up, but he was glad he did.

“Sure,” her friend rolled her eyes. “I don’t think Jason would like a prude for a girlfriend.”

“Well I’m not here with Jason.” Y/n stated. She then grabbed Sebastian’s hand and pulled him away from her friend. “You can have him!” She and Sebastian ran down the hall to god knows where. Sebastian didn’t really care in the moment. He could believe he was holding hands with her, especially dressed as Han Solo and Princess Leia.

Y/n and Sebastian ended up in the art room where they were laying on the rug staring at the painted ceiling.

“And don’t even get me started on all my ‘friends’! One of them called my dad hot! It was so uncomfortable so I stopped inviting them to my house.” Y/n revealed. She laughed it off knowing she was never going back to her friends.

“Oh god.” Sebastian chuckled. “I didn’t realize you knew my name.” He changed the topic.

“I’ve always known. We’ve been in each other’s classes since grade school!” Y/n pointed out. “You’re a really cool person, Seb, and I really like being with you.”

“You’re the only person who calls me Seb, you know. I like it.”

Y/n giggled. “Did you drink some of the punch?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Amber Marsh spiked the punch.”

So that’s where the confidence came from. Thank you Amber Marsh I guess, thought Sebastian. He couldn’t remember how many times he had gotten punch.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?” The boy and girl continued looking at the painted stars on the ceiling.

“I like you.” He admitted.

“I know.”

That was the closest they got to their Han and Leia moment until a year later when Sebastian finally said ‘I love you’ to Y/n. She replied with the classic ‘I know’ line that made Sebastian’s nerdy teenage heart melt.

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Sibling Comparisons

Leia rose from her bed, confused, as the door hissed open.

Something seemed off about the situation, she could feel it. But she didn’t want to tip her hand – and a moment’s thought turned up an answer.

“Aren’t you a little short for a stormtrooper?” she asked, thinking about minimum-height requirements that had been instituted in the days of transition from the clone army and never been rescinded.

“What?” the ‘trooper replied. “Oh, the uniform.”

He took off his helmet. “My name’s Luke Skywalker, I’m here to rescue you.”

Leia did a double-take.

“What is Kenobi thinking?” she asked. “He brought my brother here?”

Luke practically fell over.

“Brother!?” he asked. “But – you’re a princess-”

“Yes, yes, excellent cover identity, sheer audacity,” Leia replied. “Nobody would suspect the Senator for Alderaan, and if you’re going by Skywalker then the same idea must be in play for you. Where’s Kenobi? Is he going by Ben or Obi-Wan these days?”

“We were coming to Alderaan,” Luke said. “Ben’s off shutting down the tractor beam so we can leave – look, what do you mean, brother?”

“We can talk about that later,” Leia replied, striding past her brother to the door of the cell. “What’s your exfiltration plan?”

“My what?” Luke asked. “...we’ve got your R2 unit?”

“Hey, farmboy!” a voice called from up the detention block corridor, accompanied by the sound of blasters firing. “We’ve got company!”

Leia sighed. “Where’s R2-D2?” she asked. “He should be able to get us out of this.”

“About… what, ten floors above us?” Luke guessed, then a wookiee joined them along with someone else in stormtrooper armour.

“We’re not getting out that way,” the man said.

“I don’t suppose you brought a spare blaster for me?” Leia asked. “Is there another way out?”

“Let me check with Threepio,” Luke said, reaching for his comlink. “Seriously? You’re my sister?”

“Right now I’m mostly hoping I’m better at planning than you,” Leia shot back, as blaster bolts flashed down the corridor.

“...well, that worked, eventually,” Leia muttered, brushing herself off as they exited the trash compactor. “Which is a marked improvement on your way of getting us out of here, I have to point out.”

“I’m still waiting on an explanation,” Luke protested. “How can you be my sister?”

“What, you want me to draw a diagram?” Han asked.

Chewbacca roared something.

“Hey, he’s from Tatooine, it’s not an animal farm,” Han protested. “He might just not know.”

“That’s not what I mean!” Luke objected, flushing.

“We’re twins,” Leia replied. “Both of us were put into hiding because being known descendants of Anakin Skywalker is a serious health hazard, beyond just being Skywalkers which is separate… how much training did Ben give you?”

“A few hours,” Luke replied. “On the flight to Alderaan.”

“What was he doing with his time?” Leia asked. “My tutor is literally a state secret without any hands-”

She stopped, swallowing.

“Was, now,” she said, before shaking herself. “Anyway, I could only learn from him while on break on Alderaan and I still got a lot more training than that…”

Han made a curious noise.

“What are you talking about, exactly?” he said. “More of this force nonsense?”

“Where did you dig him up?” Leia asked her brother, with a sardonic eyebrow. “He looks old enough to remember the Clone Wars.”

Chewbacca sniggered.

“Laugh it up,” Han countered. “The Clone Wars weren’t that long ago.”

“That’s my point,” Leia replied, sharply. “The Clone Wars had the Jedi literally leading armies-”

She shook herself. “Okay, we need to focus. How exactly did you plan to get off this thing?”

“Once the tractor beam is down, we’ll be able to just fly right out of here,” Luke volunteered. “Han’s ship is more than it looks – which isn’t hard.”

“Hey!” Han protested.

“Well, if you’ve got Chewbacca with you, that’s a good sign at least,” Leia said, then held up her hand. “Wait – not this way, that way.”

“Based on what?” Han asked.

“That thing you don’t believe in,” Leia replied. “Master Windu couldn’t teach me to fight but he could teach me to avoid trouble…”

[ruby-red-inky-blue]

Post hoc ergo propter hoc

A con of being friends with the White House Press Secretary, Jyn finds, is that the good-natured hazing in front of the rest of the press room goes on for far too long. Another is that Leia will absolutely not take no for an answer on the “mandatory tour”, even though she clearly doesn’t have time for it, going by the four aides that immediately besiege her as soon as they step out of the press room.

Jyn is sure there will be pros as well, but she hasn’t found any so far.

“Leia, Draven wants you in his office in half an hour about the HUD thing,” says the last of the aides, jogging to keep up with them.

“Thank you, Kate,” Leia says without stopping, her arm still firmly linked with Jyn’s. “I’m just going to finish the tour for Miss Erso here. She’s my latest charge, she took over for Hal.”

“Oh!” The aide smiles brightly and shakes her hand. “Congratulations, ma’am,” she says and disappears down a corridor.

“Four people have called me ma’am today.”

“Get used to it. This is the White House, it’s like a reflex.”  Leia stops to delegate some more important press secretary business in the next office over – Jyn gathers it’s the Communications Office – then returns to scoop her up again and drag her down another hallway.

“You haven’t shown me a thing, Leia.”

“Well, that was Kleya Marki’s office, and down there’s the mess, that’s always important –“

Jyn has a sudden realization followed by a horrible, sinking feeling. “Leia, please tell me we’re not –“

Too late. Leia has spotted her prey at the end of the corridor, and pulls her towards him, smiling brightly and heels unmistakably loud on the polished floor.

“Cassian!”

Oh God. “Leia, come on, he’s busy. It’s my first day, he can –“

“Nonsense, he just looks busy. He always looks busy.” She grabs Jyn by the sleeve and drags her further down the hall. “Cassian, meet the new Post correspondent!”

Jyn stumbles along, feeling like an absolute fool for falling for Leia’s whole spiel and letting herself be dazzled by the West Wing of it all – and for knowing the guy she was stupidly, wildly in love with in college and then left without a word now worked in this building, and still putting off preparing what the fuck she would do when she actually met him again until, well… right now.

The man who has stopped at the end of the hall is in a fairly rumpled suit, carrying a stack of files and looks achingly familiar even from afar. For half a breath, she’s standing in some Yale hallway and is about to run to catch up with him and probably do something silly like try and tackle the papers out of his hands – and then she’s back in the West Wing and they’re all ten years older and successful, serious people again. And she’s back to wondering if he still knows her name. Or if he hates her. And which would be worse.

After a beat, he turns around and walks towards them, with a spooked look on his face like he, too, briefly tripped over ten years of baggage – or, of course, like he’s trying to place someone who looks vaguely familiar. Then something, probably the lawyer in him, takes over, and he fixes an easy, warm smile on his face. She always liked his smile. He looks older, and even more tired than he used to – naturally, he’s Deputy Chief of Staff to the president – but still, he looks good. His hair looks as soft as she remembers, which is a deeply unhelpful thought.

“Jyn.”

She feels stupidly relieved. “You do remember me.”

An offended frown pulls at his eyes. She always did like those, too. They’re such a nice brown, it doesn’t translate on pictures.

“Of course I remember you.”

(To be fair, it probably is insulting to assume he’d forget a girlfriend he had for seven months, but still. He’s busy, and at least it would mean he couldn't hate her for disappearing overnight and never picking up the phone again.) Jyn opens her mouth, closes it again, feels herself blush.

“He keeps your Baba O’Reily piece on his bookshelf, you know,” Leia says with a grin, still holding on to Jyn’s jacket like she’s scared she’ll try and make a run for it. The thought has occurred to her.

“Very funny, Leia,” Cassian says curtly and makes a vague gesture down the hallway. “I… I’d love to – I have the Secretary of Labor waiting, so –“

“It’s fine, I know you’re –”

“We should catch up, though,” he says absent-mindedly, sorting through his stack of files before adding, with a quick look up at her: “Off the record.”

“Right.”

“Maybe just come by my office before you leave, if you’re free,” he says, fiddling with the files that are starting to slip. “I’ll be here, and uh, marginally less busy.”

“Okay, yeah. Sure.”

“Great. Um - congratulations, Jyn, on the – I have to go.”

“Yeah.”

Leia watches him dart off, smirking. “So, you two are really over that whole thing, huh?”

[keep reading on Ao3!]

[daftmooncretin]

rip to rian johnson but star wars sequels would be way better if ben solo was just kinda cowardly and han solo coded so he defected from the jedi and went to be a fun swashbuckling anarchist space cowboy instead

and finn and poe have to find him and try to convince him to come back to the rebellion but hes afraid who he is and what he could become

also instead of luke trying to kill his nephew for NO REASON (so insanely out of character it boils my blood) he just realises after ben dips thats hes not cut out for teaching. and is living on a mandalorian colony as rebellion liason/ambassador with chewie and sometimes lando i guess (din djarin is there) he aids the rebellion (because of course he would fuck that plotline) but he wont stay on the rebel base because he doesnt like all the chosen one clout and mandalorians are very chill and mind their own business

han and leia are still together and play active parts in the rebellion because fuck that plotline too although they do disagree about the ben situation (leia is annoyed and han is understanding) poe and ben childhood friends and for what.

in this au, rey is raised in the empire and is a sith lord but she has doubts and isnt as abjectly disgusting as kylo ren because of course not. (appears slightly too interested in the rebellion when poe is captured and maybe??? possibly lets finn and poe escape but thats up for debate.) rey gets more evil over course of movies before turning to light for plot drama and a satisfying zuko arc.

force awakens timeline

prophecy that a new jedi will rise and take down the dark side. rey and sith lord (dk who but fuck snoke im writing him out) assume it is the missing ben solo (its finn and rey tho fr) and are intent on finding him. movie opens on rey being evil probably and capturing poe. also finn as a character actully needs no real changes hes great. and then next scene space pirate ben solo doing his thing (but without identity revealed so we dont know who he is yet he may go by kylo because funny)

instead of luke poe has a lead on missing almost-jedi before he dipped ben solo and is searching for him on leias orders.(rebellion also believe the prophecy is about him. but nuh uh) torture scene and escape scene doesnt need to change but show reys nuances and how lost she is.

in the interest of narrative poe and finn still crash on tatooine but finn manages to pull poe out of the crash. (finn still gets the jacket at some point because i say so) poe is too injured to fly so they seek out help and and meet ben solo who saves them from pirates or something idk. (but neither know who the other is)

finn and poe convince ben solo to be their pilot still thinking hes a random smuggler named kylo. they get along very well, especially finn and ben. rey by this point is tracking their whereabouts

they end up on that lightsaber planet and ben gets the weird darth vader nightmare and freaks out, (hes afraid of being evil or something idk) poe is getting suspicious now also finn feels the force and takes up the lightsaber. rey comes and finn trys to hold her off. finn get hurt and drops lightsaber. ben is forced to take it up and his identity is revealed as rebel reeforcements led by han and leia arrive and they see him fighting. rey and ben have a weird charged moment (yes i guess i am still making reylo a thing but its reyben now and its woke so shh) and in a dramatic desperate effort he manages to knock her lightsaber away with the force. poe crawls into a plane at somepoint and blows up reys ship. the rebels destroy the stormtroopers but rey captures finn and escapes in a stolen ship.

ben has a oh-shit-i-said-id-never-use-the-force-again related existential crisis which makes him freak out and leaves. a distraught finn-less poe calls him a coward. poe picks up the discarded lightsaber and the jackettm and sadly packs them up. leia tells him about the starkiller and poe volunteers to go on the starkiller and save finn. han and leia have a sweet moment and han decides to go with poe on the suicide mission, chewie goes too.(chewie arrived at somepoint i guess)

mid hostage situation finn blocks reys force attempt and shes shook up. he sees something in her (finn is a beautiful sweetheart) and he trys to appeal to her. she force chokes him and books it out of there. but it is clear she fears him a little. he escapes with mind tricks and runs into han poe and chewie on the deck. finnpoe moment fr. poe gives him his jacket back in order to get the keep it it looks good on you line.

meanwhile ben is back on his ship(i guess its the falcon?) and he thinks about finn and his mom and luke or something.. a dream maybe?? idk something emotional and motivational for his arc. and he goes to a box under the floor in his ship and pulls out a green lightsaber. he turns the ship around.

on the ship poe finn han and chewie are planting the bombs and escaping when they get stopped by stormtroopers ordered by rey. poe is about to be shot by a big droid thing when it is cut in half by ben wow big reveal hes here oooo ah. rey is shot in the shoulder by chewie and angrily orders more stormtroopers. they cant take them all. han sacrifices himself by blowing up the bridge. he tells finn and poe to find luke in the mandolorian colony ben is distraught him and han have an emotional goodbye he tells him to tell leia he’s sorry and that he loves him and he proud of him then he makes chewy get ben out of there and he blows himself up. leia senses it v sad rip man but he had to die to intensify plot drama

rey chases them onto the ice planet and another weird charged moment. mind link established??? this time ben is too angry and grieving though so its not a good match and she wounds him real bad all over hes v scarred now. poe shoots at rey and throws lightsaber at finn. he gets ben onto the ship and finn and rey have the big force awakens show down. finn uses the force v powerful all that jazz the good guys get away. on the ship finn mentions how he felt a connection with rey to poe and claims he sees good in her

movie ends with meeting luke on mandolore. ben is very traumatised wont really speak to finn or poe and avoiding luke. finn returns lukes lightsaber and rey has doubts movie over. movies ends with ominous rey ben mind link

final notes (on first movie and overarching rewrite plans)

finn

finn is the protagonist of this movie so it would be much more character heavy on him them the original. more in depth on his stormtrooper trauma, how he always chooses the people he loves over the cause and his reluctance to join the rebellion. his friendship with poe and the han/leia parallel’s especially. relationships with han and ben important for his character exposition and he plays a key role in supporting both rey and bens character progression. possesses the strong sense of mercy and kindness at the heart of the star wars franchise.

rey

rey is raised in the first empire and does not know anything different. when she meets finn who was able to rebel and escape from the same system she is trapped in she becomes plagued by doubts and projects all of her hatred and resentment onto finn to compensate, but it is clear she fears him. to escape from her doubts she fixates on finding and capturing ben solo imagining him to be a frightening and terrible adversary. however when she meets him they see eachothers minds, and she sees how plagued by doubt and fear he is, how he runs from everything and he sees her too. they connect and develop a strange mutual fascination/understanding. this is put askew by finns appearance at the end of the movie in defence of ben. reys fear of finn increases when she sees the true extent of his power. she fears and hates equally finns strength of character and easy goodness and by extension hates ben for his alliance with finn. she blames finn for “taking” ben from her.

ben solo

kylo ren is a disgusting blight on the star wars names so ben solo is being completely reclaimed by me into a different character because i fucking hate that stupid pretentious eboy. instead ben solo is an incredibly han solo coded character with a heart of gold and deep love and loyalty to his friends and family. his main weakness as a character in this rewrite is his fear and lack of self belief. ben is terrified of being a jedi and of his own power. he fears his own nature and was so afraid he would become his grandfather that he ran from the jedi altogether. ben solo is a runner that wont face his problems, he runs from the jedi and from his parents to avoid failing or becoming something terrible. finn and ben recognise the need to run in eachother (although important distinction finn runs because he doesn’t want to fight for a cause. and ben runs because hes afraid he will be the reason the cause fails) and ultimately encourage eachother to break the cycle and stand their ground (well finn motivated ben in this movie, finns not fixed yet.) Bens arc in these movies is about learning to live with his own nature and fighting for what he believes in despite his fear. also dealing with mommy issues (ben is kind of jealous of poe and leias relationship the son she wanted or something blah blah blah etc) and being a malewife to his murder girlfriend. his job is kind of to support and fight with finn and later rey and help them save the world

finnpoe (will be a gay couple)

their friendship will be front and centre in these movies because they represent duty vs personal loyalty. poe puts the cause above all else and values his own life and personal relationships little. finn on the other hand is disillusioned with establishment cause of stormtrooper trauma and wants to protect himself and others from it. poe is the first person that finn truly bonds with and loves. he puts poe above everything, including being a jedi and the rebellion. this leads to a lot of fighting and discord between finn and poe as finn doesn’t understand how important the rebellion is to poe and poe doesnt get why finn is trying to protect him from it. ultimately though poe teaches finn faith and belief and finn teaches poe to accept love and value himself. (also many hanleia parallels) the two of them are the harbingers of a new age. poe as future leader of the new republic and finn as the jedi messiah or whatever. in terms of romance, im thinking slowburn. baity first movie, kiss at the end of the second and established relationship by the halfway mark of the third.

also when rey eventually joins the light in the beginning she refuses to talk to ben (cause of romantic drama i havent thought of yet but centres around some sort or betrayal in the second movie) or finn (because hes her narrative foil and slow burn best friend forever) so her first friend is poe and she kind of follows him around in her first few months before she eventually bonds with finn 4eva. her poe shadowing has lots of cute friend moments where they fly together and he tries to talk her down about finn and the ben drama but also more importantly it foreshadows her leadership ability and tactical mind as she gives him advice and aids him with the rebellion behind the scenes (also leads to leia taking rey under her wing probably because poe is her surrogate son and mirror) which will eventually lead to her and poe leading the republic together because in my mind rey is a jedi but actively a member of republic government because ben can’t do politics and finn won’t but shes great at it so she’d be a perfect jedi liason and vice president to poe. meanwhile finn and ben lead the jedi. finn as a knight travelling across the galaxy and ben as a teacher. (luke is happy in retirement rn on mandalore but leia is still probably an advisor in the republic because retirement is definitely not for her) and everyone is happy the end. force ghost han solo is clapping.

[bemyawakening]

Good night, Sunny!

May I please request something where any of the guye from COD:MWII (anyone you prefer) has a small/ normal sized (height related) girlfriend! reader?

COD CHARACTERS X SHORT F!READER HEADCANONS alejandro, ghost, soap, price, gaz, valeria, könig

Hey, Leia! Thank you so much for the request! It's such a great idea that I thought I will write short headcanons for all of the CoD characters! I hope you will enjoy it!

warnings: mentions of NSFW and curse words.

ALEJANDRO VARGAS

Alejandro isn't a very teasing type. His primary mission is always to make sure you are cherished and loved, but sometimes—just sometimes he can't help it and notice how small you are compared to him. You were fully capable of taking care of yourself and he knew that well, but seeing you struggle to pick something from the top shelf made him feel strong. The way he reached over from behind you and gave you the jar you were so seeking to have. He didn't say a word because he knew you would punch him in his gut if he'd comment on your height.

You liked to be the big spoon, but he wasn't allowing it. He knew well that you were far too prideful to admit that you liked to be cocooned in his loving arms. He was very warm and you were always cold, so you greeted his warmth quickly. You tried not to comment on how nice it was to wake up in his hug, his hands wrapped around you and your nose nuzzled in his chest.

Alejandro loved giving you back hugs. He is big on PDA, not afraid to hug you or kiss you anywhere and in front of anyone. He likes to show you off, so you already know that he will be standing behind you, hands caressing your waists. And you instantly become a puddle for him as soon as he held you like that. But you won't admit that.

His nickname for you was pequeña princesa and even if you mumbled that it was stupid and you weren't that short, your heart fluttered no matter what. Because being called a small princess with his alluring tone? Oh, yes, you didn't have any complaints.

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

If Alejandro isn't the man to tease you about your height, trust me, Simon is. If you can't reach something from the top shelf, he will grab it and put it even further away from your reach, walking away. He'll do anything to remind you how short you are compared to him. Starting from the shelves and looking straight ahead when you're talking with him, annoying you with: "I don't know who's talking with me. I can't see anyone." He pissed you off and he was enjoying every second of it.

Apart from the constant teasing, he adores every inch of you. That man definitely has a size kink and you being that much smaller than him is doing things to him. If you were honest, the way he easily grabbed you as if you weighed nothing and carried you, was making you feel good. You enjoyed the way he would wrap his hand around you and pull you on his lap. He enjoys having you on top of him, holding you close. He values being close more than anything. He isn't good with words, but he is good with gestures and being close to you.

Loves it when you sleep on him. Completely on him. None of that bullshit that you will half lay on him or straddle him. No. Completely lay on that man. There is nothing better for him than to try to sleep with you on his chest, wrapped in his arms. He wasn't much of a sleeper and on the nights when he couldn't sleep, he would gently rub your back and just enjoy the moment.

Enjoys when you unexpectedly jump on his back. You call it a 'payback because of the whole teasing stuff', but he loves how giggly you get. His worst fear would be dropping you on the floor, but lucky for him and for you, he has quick reflexes and catching you has never been a problem.

Calls you a little bird and you love it. Anything that comes out of his mouth with that accent has you listening to every word he says. And you know well that you have the same power over him as well, if not more.

There is nothing more he enjoys when you try to boss him around with your small frame. The way you furrow your eyebrows when you call out his name, trying to be bossy or show that you are not pleased. The way he folds on his knees in front of you, ready to worship every inch of you. And yes, he definitely enjoys it when you try to take the lead in bed, watching the way you try to desperately pleasure yourself using his body. Such a peculiar little thing you were.

JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH

That man is cheeky and will tease you endlessly but in a lot nicer way. Any nickname he has for you includes the word small. My small love, my small darling, my small bird, my small baby. He loves being taller than you and he loves when he has to point his chin down to meet your eyes. He isn't insecure about his height, but you being smaller than him is such a turn-on.

When you grab his chin and push him closer to you and kiss him? That man is gone. Melted for you. Will do anything for you. Anything. He's that boyfriend that's very protective over you. Absolutely hates it when someone calls you small in an insulting way. He is ready to get into a fight and only eases down if you will ask him to.

Loves seeing you in his sweatshirts. Only his sweatshirts. You know well that his clothes are your clothes and you definitely start to wear his clothing more than your own. It's comfy and it always smells like him. When he's far away, his clothes always keep you company enough. And when he comes back home and finds you wearing only his clothes? Steamin' Jesus—that man is gone.

The kind of boyfriend that will definitely let you climb on his shoulders during concerts. He wants you to see everything from above and will not get tired from holding you like that. He would softly rub your thighs and just enjoy being so close to your soft thighs—he really has a thing for them.

If you wear a dress or a skirt that has a slit on the side to show your legs? He's gone. If you were going somewhere that evening, you are not going anywhere anymore. He has to have his way with you or he will go crazy. Once, you actually went to a party without having sex with him and Soap was whimpering like a lost puppy whenever he would see you and eventually you two ended up in the bathroom, your legs wrapped around his waist.

He loves being the little spoon and will admit it. Not only does he loves being held, but he appreciates the fact that you can barely hug his muscular frame. He also enjoys sleeping in a hug, tangling your legs into a mess that got him falling out of the bed in the mornings while trying not to wake you up.

JOHN PRICE

That man will always give you an intense stare that will make you feel even smaller under it. He has the tendency to look at you up and down, intensely, as if he has to cherish every single part of you. You always felt so bare underneath his stare, but you loved it. You loved the way he looked at you.

That man will show you off. In bars, in meetings, in parties—anywhere, he will show up with his hands around your waist, walking around as if you were his most prized possession. And you were. You were everything to him.

Now, John doesn't really mention your height. Yes, you are visibly smaller than him and that does things to him, but he is respectful and it doesn't matter. If you are struggling to get something off the top shelf, he will help you instantly.

John absolutely worships you when you are wearing high heels. He does have a secret kink about you wearing them and you knew about it since he has fucked you in them. He's passionate - he gives you compliments every day. He always notices your new hairstyle, new clothes, and new makeup looks. Everything.

Likes to hug you and nuzzle his head into your neck despite your height difference. He wants to be as close as possible to you. Sometimes, he will place his chin on top of your head and stroke your hair, staying like this for a long time. It just amazes him every time how your short frame fits in his just perfectly.

KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK

Our beloved Gaz will tease the shit out of you. He's smug. Cheeky. Confident. He'll make you feel tiny in his presence. There is something about the way your cheeks slightly tint in a soft pink when he looks at you or when he pulls you closer. He loves the way your pupils dilate when you look at him—God, you were such a sight to see.

That man is the definition of 'you-can-wear-anything-i-can-fight' boyfriend. He loves everything you wear. From sundresses to oversized sweaters. You look beautiful to him in the mornings when your hair is a mess and you are a bit puffy. You look beautiful to him when he sneaks his arms around you and hugs you before sleeping.

That kind of man who doesn't hate going shopping with you. Will wait for hours when you are trying different outfits and give you honest reviews, not just one-word comments. He secretly enjoys your little fashion shows a bit too much.

His favourite nickname for you is 'little one'. "Come on, little one, cat got your tongue?" You're blushing. You're mad. He's smug. He's grinning. Of course, you try to stand on your ground and insult him, but he gently leans down to even out his height with yours and grins even wider. You want to punch him. But he kisses you and you swoon.

VALERIA GARZA

Jesus Christ, that woman will make your life a living hell. She won't keep her mouth shut about how adorable you look beside her. That kind of person to put her arm on top of your head and coo at you, why do you look so sour.

Loves it when you sit on her lap. Always murmurs heated Spanish phrases to you, making you feel a little bit too hot. Can't keep her hands off your body—you were so fucking pretty to her and she loved marking you.

Speaking about marking, she would proudly wear any type of marks you left on her body. Especially she loves it when you are wearing lipgloss or red lipstick and you kiss her neck. She will wear it with pride and show it off to all of the fucking virgin idiots she has to deal with. She has a pretty little lady and they have no one.

The type of girlfriend to look at you from across the room with her hands crossed. The type of girlfriend to undress you with only her stare. The type of girlfriend to leave you a whining mess before she even said a word. She loves having her way over you. She loves it when you beg.

Wasn't much of a clothes-sharing partner, but once she saw you in her clothes, her closet was yours. It felt like everything she owned looked better on you and she admired that.

Apart from that - a big forehead kisser. Yes, she may seem bossy and prideful all the time, but before leaving, she will always kiss your forehead for good luck. Then she would stroke your cheek and call you her good little girl. And you were the best fucking girl for her you could be.

KÖNIG

Next to that man - you were tiny. Now, let's get one thing clear - that man has severe social anxiety, but that doesn't mean he is a shy stuttering mess. Yes, crowded spaces are difficult for him to handle and he tries to avoid them, but he is a soldier. He has no difficulty communicating when needed and getting what he wanted.

And he wanted you.

Loves carrying you from place to place. Loves the way you always grumble in his ear to put you down, but he hears none of that. He has a size kink, just like Ghost does, and he doesn't even try to hide it.

Calls you maus. Even if you didn't know German, you knew damn well what it meant and as much as you wanted for it to annoy you, it didn't. You, on the other hand, did everything in your possibility to draw him through the edge. He carried you everywhere he wanted, that's why you made his life a living hell occasionally.

Accidentally brushing over his thighs, his chest or his neck. Accidentally wearing nothing beneath his shirt. Accidentally while cuddling you pressed your ass against his groan. It was fucking payback and you loved it.

That man couldn't keep his hands off you. You were just so pretty and all his - that man has been bullied in the past, and his self-worth is a bit damaged, but with you, he feels like a knight in shining armour. Especially he likes when a drunk dude at a bar tries to flirt with you and he just appears behind you with his height in all glory.

Loves you and isn't afraid to show you or tell you. It's important to him that you feel comfortable and safe around him and if he ever sees that your lips turned into a frown from insecurity, trust me, that by tomorrow - it will be gone.

I had so much fun writing this, sorry if this is trash xx

[stealingpotatoes]

askposting except its just one ask that was 924 words long

which i think is internet-jesus getting me back for the obscenely long ao3 comments i leave LOL

(also for the sake of my own screenshots im not. putting the whole paragraphs of text in but i did read them!!!)

@thedynamicworm thank u!!! ur idea of them meeting on coruscant is fun but leia doesn't sneak away on any missions!! she may have her father's inability to follow orders, but she knows where to draw the line and draws it pretty solidly at "things that will get me killed and/or grounded for a year". she sticks to tatooine and rebellion bases and the few planets her family takes her to for jedi training or little trips!

the closest she gets to meeting luke before age 15 is thru force dreams and the like

gaslight girlboss gatekeeping! Padme is VERY quiet about Luke's birth for the first few months (is just on Naboo w her family) and 1. pretends Luke was the result of a secret Naboo husband and 2. manages to hide when his birthday is so it looks a Bit Less Suspect. the handmaidens create this insane papertrail so convincing that Palps, had he not known otherwise, probs would've fallen for loll.

so deep down he does sorta know that Luke's Anakin's son, however comma he can't prove it for shit and Padmé never lets him get close enough to try prove it loll. + he can't rlly openly act against such a popular senator so theyre essentially fighting a shadow cold war

Luke meets Rex (eventually)!!! the closest there ever would be to codywan would be Obi-wan wistfully staring at his commander like he's in a period drama remembering before remembering he's not a hussy and thats forbidden lol. cody's just up to his canon shit unfortunately ):

same as canon, being a spiteful bastard, yelling kenOOOBIIII, and blinding dilfs <3

again same as canon (or potes-brand-canon) lolll she's out there vibing w quinlan!!!

they meet after the reunion when Padmé and Luke are staying on a rebel base w the Skywalkers and the Ghost fam visits! Ezra obvs goes to see his bestie Leia and she's like EZRA I HAVE A BROTHER NOW MEET MY BROTHER HIS NAME IS LUKE ISN'T IT COOL I HAVE A BROTHER and with a very fifteen-year-old twinge of worry that he's going to be replaced, Ezra goes to meet Luke. and the twinge of worry is replaced with a twinge of "oh no i'm gay" bc wow ok. he's cute. are people allowed to be this cute??

Luke's first opinion is "wow this guy's cool! and he has um... very uh... mm facial structure" the former of which is definitely ruined when Ezra does some stupid shit like 3/4 of a backflip and eats shit on the hangar floor

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

Clone Wars headcanons that have been rotting in my google docs

I like to believe that Padme teaches Ahsoka how to make friendship bracelets and she treats it as something sacred and spends an unholy amount of time making some for the people she cares about 

Master Plo gets the first one, Obi-Wan gets the second, Rex Cody and a couple of their boys get some more, Padme of course gets one, and Anakin gets one last 

The reason he was the last to get one is something Ahsoka will never admit out loud but she honestly wanted to take her time with his

And because of that Anakin permanently has a work of art on his wrist like everyone’s is gorgeous but his is something else entirely  

He thanks her truly and honestly thanks her and promises to keep it forever 

When Ahsoka jokingly calls him for breaking the orders rules he comments back “When have we ever listened to those rules” 

He keeps his promise too that bracelet never leaves his person 

He’s lost clothes lightsabers and even a couple of prosthetics but he always makes sure to go back for that bracelet

He eventually repays the gift in kind with a bracelet of his own 

It’s not the best made or pretties thing but Ahsoka can feel the love that was put into it so she makes the same promise he did years ago and keeps it too 

When the twins are born Ahsoka makes them both friendship bracelets 

At first they are small enough for their tiny wrists but she adds onto them as they grow older 

Ahsoka tears up when she finds that they all kept the bracelets she never thought they’d toss them or anything but seeing them decades later does hit her hard because they’re all in perfect condition 

Padme loves to “kidnap” Ahsoka whenever they have the time 

She’ll just request her protection on a diplomatic mission 

Sometimes it is an actual mission but Padme will still make time to take them to her favorite restaurants or cafes so they can have a little bit of downtime

When the war ends the tradition continues even tho everyone knows Ahsoka’s not really there as a security escort 

I find the visual of Anakin and Padme telling Ahsoka, Obi-wan, and Rex they’re married fucking hilarious 

Both Obi-Wan and Rex would try to act like they’ve been fooled truly they do but it all kinda breaks when Ahsoka asks “Wait we weren’t supposed to know?” 

Anakin is just as confused when he asks “What do you mean Soka? How could you have known?” 

And that’s when Ahsoka just starts laughing hysterically and it doesn’t take long for Obi-Wan and Rex to join in when he asks again all Ahsoka says is “Really? Kriffing look at you two” and doesn’t add much else 

Both Luke and Leia try to replicate Ahsoka’s face markings with various levels of success 

They often ask their mom for help and she’s always happy to do so Ahsoka gets filled with unimaginable amounts of joy when she sees her niece and nephew trying to look just like her 

Anakin often jokes that of course he’s not the favorite even in his own home like she’s not the first name that comes up whenever babysitting is on the table 

It’s also not a surprise that both Ahsoka and Obi-Wan become the twin's space equivalent of godparents 

It seems like a necessary precaution all things considered 

Neither of them takes the role lightly but they also vow that it won’t be needed and they do everything in their power to make it so 

After most missions it is very rare for Anakin to let Ahsoka and Obi-Wan out of his sight 

Ahsoka never fights him on this and is perfectly happy to stay by his side and sleep in the living room like they often do 

Sometimes Obi-Wan is called away for a meeting with the council and can’t stay with the two but that doesn’t stop him from joining them later on in the night even if they’re asleep 

Anything beats sleeping in his cold desolate room after some of the more dangerous missions 

Sometimes they’ll go a step further and call Padme just to check in with her and have her on the line as they watch some stupid rom-com

After some of the rougher missions it wasn’t uncommon for Ahsoka to pass out due to the physical and mental strain 

It also wasn’t uncommon for Anakin to give her a piggyback ride back to the ship 

He finds that people shoot him less looks when he’s carrying his padawan instead of holding her in a death grip and not letting go until it’s time to leave 

A lot of people thought they’d grow out of this habit but no it’s a trend that stays throughout their lives 

It just so happens that Ahsoka grows tall enough to return the ongoing favor  

It also didn’t stop at the battlefield either 

Sometimes Anakin would find her passed out in the archives or he would get a message that she was asleep in a friend's room 

And he’d always go to get her because what’s he gonna do leave her there? 

Sometimes when Ahsokas babysitting the kids Anakin will find her in a position that Obi-Wan often told him about 

Sitting in front of the TV with the twins curled up at her side 

And while Padme deems it her job to carry the twins off to their room Anakin takes his long-time role of carrying Ahsoka to hers 

(Because if you think she wouldn’t have a room in their house you’re crazy) 

Anakin always knew Ahsoka would grow up that’s just a part of life and how the universe works 

But nothing can describe the feeling of her growing taller than him 

Envy isn’t what he feels no matter how much people suggest he does sadness isn’t either it’s something deeper than that 

Bittersweet is the closest word he could find because after all there’s nothing quite like watching your younger sibling grow up

[mickandmusings]

i. equal parts

pairing: poe dameron x solo!fem!reader

part of my upcoming 'princess, smuggler, pilot' series!

word count: 7.3k

summary: bre solo, daughter of han solo and general leia organa, decides to swap her life of smuggling with her father to aid her mother and the resistance. when she lands on base, she meets up with an old friend, who helps her acclimate to life on land.

warnings: i gave the solo reader a name (sorry,) angsty moments, fluffy moments, typical canon star wars violence, chewie being the best star wars character, this author loves the star wars christmas special from the 70s, in the timeline we're gonna pretend the reader is younger or the same age as Poe

based off a request!

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Bre Solo relished in the pressure of true shower's water against her skin. In her far too quickly approaching future, sonic showers would be her only option, so she relished in the water shower of her father's ship. The smell of her Nabooian floral soap filled the air, encouraging her to take a deep breath of the warm steam. In only a matter of hours, her father would drop her down on her mother's military base, and everything about her beloved life on this ship would be a mere memory. Tears sprang in her eyes, and she swallowed them down hastily. She wanted this, right? Her mother needed her, needed more help in the fight against evil, again.

Her chest ached as she thought about all that would be taken from her: no more days laughing next to Dad as they repaired something on nearly every inch of the ship, no more sitting on the galley counter as Uncle Chewie cooked her favorite soup from Kashyyyk, and, perhaps her most favorite, no more seeing a new stretch of galaxy every day. In an act that was far too reminiscent of her mother, Bre swallowed down her emotions and hurried as she washed her long hair. As she stepped out of the shower and dried her hair, she tied her hair into a simple leisure braid. Sure, Bre and her mother had a massive falling out, but she could not part with the infinite number of Alderaanian braids she had learned. Securing the towel around her frame, she stepped into her cabin and picked out her warmest pajamas.

Glaring down at them, she found her fingers lingering on the embroidery decorating the shirt pocket. As she dressed, she thought about when she had gotten them. The pajama set had been a Life Day gift from her mother several moons ago, and her heart ached as she thought about the matching set being somewhere out in the galaxy. A midnight blue set had been purchased the same day as her maroon, both inscribed with the same initials: B. P. S. She thought of her brother-her twin brother-who shared the same initials. Bre had no idea where he was in the wide galaxy, but she thought of him everyday. Pushing all of her thoughts down, Bre made her way back to the cockpit where her father and uncle sat.

Without a word, because none were necessary, she sat snugly in the same copilot seat as her Wookiee uncle, his lanky arm pulling her closer. As her head rested on his upper arm, those pesky tears behind her eyes festered forward. This would be possibly the last time she would be able to relish in Chewie's warmth for some time. She could no longer hide her sadness, burying her face in Chewie's fur as she shook with silent sobs. Chewie's voice was laced with concern. Chewie had been around since before she was born, so understanding his language of growls came as second nature.

["Starlight? What is the matter?"]

Chewie's love and sincere sympathy had never wavered, no matter what happened in her family. Even when her brother betrayed the family, or when her parents split. Her Uncle Chewie had been her constant, and now, she would no longer have him. Bre didn't say a word, only continuing to sob into his fur. It was several moments later when her father's voice broke the silence.

"You give me the word, kid, and this craft is on the turnaround."

Han Solo had always been sympathetic towards his daughter (they were too much alike if you asked Leia Organa,) but even more so in his older age.

"You know I can't Dad, as much as I'd like to. Mom needs me, and no matter what you say, she needs you too. She could use you and Uncle Chewie for help with-"

"Okay, B, now you're startin' to sound like 'er." Han chuckled under his breath, the comment making Bre and Chewie laugh.

"I just don't want to leave either of you. I know it's important I help Mom, but I wish both of you would be there."

["What matters most is that you're here now."]

Chewie's reply was heartfelt and wise, but it simply wasn't what Bre wanted to hear. She leaned her head back against his strong shoulder, and it wasn't long before her father's hand grasped hers, holding it close in an act of comfort. Bre knew what she had to do, what she had to give up to aid the Resistance, but she wasn't sure it was what she wanted to do.

-

On the Resistance base on D'Qar, Poe Dameron hopped out of his currently smoking X-Wing. General Organa would soon be hot on his heels rambling about his broken ship, and he'd have to pull out his toolbox and work on the damage. His dark brown eyes cut across the hangar bay, the salt-and-pepper locks of the aforementioned General stuck out next to a dark-haired girl that stood next to her, hardly an inch taller than the short woman. Poe noted the taller figures looming over them both, General Han Solo (a name he had heard more times in his life from his father) and his copilot, a towering Wookiee named Chewbacca. Poe's eyes widened in realization: the dark-haired figure wasn't just any new recruit: that was Breha Solo, the daughter of some of the Rebellion's most famous figureheads. She shifted uncomfortably between her two parents, who seemed to be attempting to further the distance between themselves. She visibly sighed, cutting her eyes to her Wookiee uncle, who gave her a seemingly (Poe didn't speak Shyriiwook) reassuring growl. She smiled brightly, leaning into his embrace before following him back into the ship behind them. Poe was awestruck, it had been years since he last saw her.

Then, they were just children. Poe could remember her vividly, despite the passing of time. She had worn a dress, completely white save for the swirling pattern embroidered on the front that spanned to each shoulder. Her hair had been long, but not nearly as long as it was now. Well, Poe wasn't actually sure, he had never seen her with her hair entirely down. He only observed through tightly-wound braids and intricate twists. Her parents had visited Yavin IV to meet his parents, and, like children often do, they became close friends in mere hours. They had played with his toy X-Wings and Y-Wings and her stuffed Wookiee, and eventually fell asleep to an Ewok themed children's holoprogram. That was so long ago, before they grew up, before his mother died, before-Poe stopped his train of thoughts, not wishing for a painful resurgence of memories. With a nudge to his ankles, BB-8 captured his attention, momentarily distracting him from his own mind.

"What is it, BB?"

A series of beeps followed, but to Poe, it was if BB-8 had spoken perfect Basic.

["General Organa is asking for you. She says its important."]

Poe nodded, and thanked his droid counterpart before walking in the direction of the family reunion that had gathered on the edges of the hangar. Leia's brown eyes caught his own, and she smiled a perfect senatorial smile at him. Poe had been a member of Leia's cause long enough now to know what each of her smiles meant. Now, she was deathly serious, and waiting (almost) patiently for Poe to arrive at their meeting spot. He beckoned his weighed-down legs to move faster, the BB unit at his feet rolling along merrily.

"Commander Dameron," Leia started, a glimmer of mischief in her eye.

"General," he responded, followed by a small nod of his head to his superior.

"Captain," he followed, addressing Han. Neither of them had time to respond, however, because a clanking noise came from inside the ship. Leia's eyebrow cocked up at Han, who shook his head wearily as he trudged up the ramp. A hearty Wookiee laugh followed a distinctly human one, making even the stoic General Organa break out into a grin. In an instant, Bre was back, now stumbling down the ramp with a duffel bag on one shoulder, her hands carrying a container that seemed to hold some type of food Poe did not recognize. Her green eyes were glassy as they found Poe's brown ones. She gave him a smile, one he recognized well, it was the same as Leia's own fake smiles. She placed the items down on the firm ground of the hangar before sighing heavily, turning to meet the two figures behind her. Poe swore he saw tears on her face, but when he looked again, they seemingly had disappeared. Chewbacca wrapped her tightly in his arms, his furry hands patting her head softly. With one last embrace, he mumbled something only Breha seemingly understood before she was stumbling from his grip and into the embrace of her father. Leia now stood facing Poe, allowing her daughter a moment with Han. Poe caught a glimpse of her head resting on her father's shoulder before he too turned to give them privacy.

"Poe, my daughter, Breha, will be staying with us. She will be working for the Resistance under special orders. She's to be bunked near my quarters. I trust you can take her to the bunker, show her around the base."

"Of course, General. Any specifics?"

"Show her everything." Leia's grin finally met her eyes, the gleam in them prominent. She then turned to her daughter, who was now waiting with her father's arm around her shoulder. With one last hug, she bids him farewell with a heavy heart, before turning to face Poe. Now this close, Poe did a double take. His eyes blinked heavily as he looked at the girl again. She was a nearly spitting image of her mother, save for the one part of her father she could not deny: his eyes. They were glimmering with the same charm of the Corellian pilot, and were much, much lighter than her mother's-both literally and figuratively. The green of Breha's eyes lightened her entire face, while Leia's brown seemed heavy and weighed down by what she had been through. Perhaps, Poe thought, Breha didn't have half the weight on her shoulders as everyone else running around the Resistance base.

"Breha, this is Commander Poe Dameron. Commander, this is my daughter, Breha."

Poe nodded silently to the girl in front of him, which she returned with a smirk much more notable to be on her father's face. She turned to give her father one last wave as he started his ship's engine, and Chewbacca gave her a large, hairy wave of his hand. With a smirk and a wink, Han Solo was back in the stars, taking a piece of Breha's heart with him. She shook her head and winced, taking her food container off the solid floor. Poe followed suit and grabbed her duffel bag.

"You don't have to, I can take it myself, Commander. It's-"

"It's fine, really. The General wanted me to show you to your quarters, show you around the base. It's just Poe by the way, you don't have to call me by my rank, Breha."

"It's Bre."

"What?"

"My name. Call me Bre, no one calls me Breha except my mother."

"Okay, Bre. Nice to meet you."

The dark-haired girl chuckled.

"Something funny?" Poe asked, genuinely curious.

"Did you think I had forgotten you so easily, Poe Dameron? This is hardly our first meeting."

It was Poe's turn to laugh, shaking his head at the quick-witted girl.

"The last time I saw you, I was wearing X-Wing printed pajamas, and you carried a stuffed Wookiee everywhere you went. I'd say we've both changed a bit, Bre."

Poe looked over to see that Breha's face had reddened, her eyes darting to the duffel bag slung over his shoulder. A smile suddenly broke across her face, and it lit up her entire face.

"That Wookiee doll was made by my Aunt Malla, Chewie's mate. It was my favorite thing as a kid. She made him all kinds of accessories and outfits. He had a mini satchel like Chewie's and a lovely set of red Life Day robes."

Poe smiled as she reminisced. During their walk to her quarters, Poe felt as if no time had passed between the pair. Bre was not as high-strung as her mother, as Poe once believed she might be. Bre had a sort of air about her-light-hearted, funny, and easy to have a conversation with. Despite her looks, it was clear to Poe that Bre held her father's personality inside her mother's looks. She would do nicely here. Sure, the Rogues would take some time to come around to her, but they would enjoy her humor. A distant whirring filled Poe's ears, causing he and Bre both to turn their eyes to the end of the hallway. Flashes of orange and white greeted them, a frustrated beep filling the air.

"BB, buddy, I wasn't leaving you! I was showing Bre here to her room, helping her drop her stuff off.

BB-8 buzzed back in annoyance, something only Poe could understand.

"Okay, fine! Bre, this is BB-8. BB, this is Bre Organ-"

"Bre Solo, and it's lovely to meet you, BB," Bre smiled widely, a true, honest smile, perhaps the first one Poe had seen from her yet. She dropped down to BB-8's height, rubbing his head affectionately. BB whirred around in excitement, relishing in the idea of a new friend. Poe laughed as they continued down the hall.

"He was upset that I hadn't introduced him to you yet," Poe started, pushing the strap of the (ridiculously heavy) duffel bag up his shoulder. "He seems to like you. Do you speak droid?"

"No," Bre spoke, shaking her head. "We grew up with a droid, C-3PO. Of course you know 3PO. He speaks Basic though, so there was no need for us to learn. He speaks lots of languages, actually, like, Dad use to curse in Corellian, so Be-uh, I would always try to get 3PO to tell me what they meant."

Poe pondered on her broken sentence, but decided it would be better to ignore it. This was the first time he'd seen her in years after all, there was no limit to what could have happened in her family, maybe she didn't want to talk about it. Hell, Poe certainly didn't want to talk about all of the things that had changed in his own life. On a whim, he quickly changed the subject.

"You understand Shyriiwook though, right?"

Her eyes lit up, nodding enthusiastically.

"Yes!" She wrung her hands almost nervously, fiddling with the flat, silver ring on her right pointer finger. Poe looked at it quizzingly, attempting to get a good look at the emblem etched into it, but could never quite get it in his sights. "I grew up around Chewie my entire life, he's always sort of been there. He lived with us when he wasn't on Kashyyyk, and I've spent the last few years flying around with Dad and Chewie. You pick it up pretty quick."

She smiled humbly, and Poe could almost feel the heartbreak in her voice as she talked about her distant family. Poe rattled his brain from some other subject, but luckily, the action was unnecessary. A pristine voice echoed down the hallway, followed by a clamoring of metal against the floor.

"Princess Breha! Oh, how wonderful it is to see you again!"

Bre's smile widened at the golden droid, her eyes shimmering even in the dim light of the hallway.

"3PO! It's so good to see you, too! And as I've told you before, there is no need for formalities, call me Bre." Her eyes widened, delicate hands reaching for his red arm. "Your arm!"

Poe's eyes rolled, and he blocked out 3PO's incessant chattering at Bre looked at the droid with the utmost concern. Poe pushed the bag back up his shoulder again, the clattering of glass taking him by surprise. Even BB looked up at him questioningly, wondering what the source of the noise was. After a moment, the golden droid was on his way, muttering something about General Organa. They set off on their course again, only the sound of BB's whirring filling the room. Their walk was lengthy, and Poe's stomach began to rumble noisily. His mind raced, when was the last time he'd eaten since he left for his mission? It'd been too long, he decided, because he could not remember.

"Would you like some?" Bre held out her food container to Poe, who gave it a look-over. Apparently, Bre had heard his stomach too.

"What are they?"

"Wookiee-ookiees."

Poe furrowed his brows, not familiar with what she was talking about.

"They're these baked treats native to Kashyyyk. Malla typically makes them, but Chewie's not a half bad cook either. Otherwise Dad would've never survived all these years. They're very good."

Frankly, Poe was so hungry he would've eaten Bantha cookies for all he cared. He indulged in the sweet treat offered, taking a big bite. His eyes widened, chewing quickly.

"That was amazing," he said after he'd finished, brown eyes full of newfound joy. The food in the mess hall was less than subpar, more for sustenance than enjoyment.

"Would you like another?" Bre asked, polite as a princess should be.

"Absolutely I would," Poe indulged, happy to see the same enjoyment glittering in her eyes. Bre loved sharing little bits of Kashyyyk, for it was her favorite part of all the galaxy she had seen. She pictured it in her mind: its towering green trees that expanded for miles, Malla and Chewie's home within them. She thought of Life Day celebrations: Chewie's big hugs, her mother's singing voice, and her father bringing she and Ben to their beds next to Lumpie. She shut the thoughts down again, her heart hurting just thinking about it.

"Ah!" Poe stopped in front of a door. "Welcome to your home away from home."

The bunk wasn't shabby, just standard: Resistance-issued cot, storage unit, and, perhaps the most important, the adjoined refresher. The feeling of her hot shower from last night ran through her senses, and she relished in it one last time. Poe dropped her heavy duffel on the cot with a sigh.

"Well, this is your room. General Organa's quarters and office are all the way at the end of the hall, along with the other higher-ups. She wanted me to take you on a tour of the whole base, but if you wanted to get settled or-"

"I'll take you up on that, just let me get this bag settled. Close the door, though."

Poe closed the door hesitantly, turning back to Bre. She stopped halfway through unzipping her bag, her eyes cutting up to Poe.

"I know you're my mother's right-hand and her golden pilot, but could you just be Poe for a second? Promise that what you see doesn't leave this room?"

Poe nodded blindly, too curious as to what she was going to do to even object. Bre shook her head before rummaging in the bag, mumbling slightly.

"Dad would kill me if he knew about this."

She pulled out a very large (very, very large) bottle of amber liquid, Poe recognizing it as Corellian whiskey immediately. His eyes widened, following as she slid it under her small storage compartment. Just after, she pulled an equally large bottle of blue Spotchka from the bag, shuffling it in the same spot.

"Holy shit, Solo! Yeah, my dad would be pissed too if I stole that much alcohol from him!" Poe's eyes were large as saucers, giving him the same look as a Porg. Bre's dark eyebrows furrowed. She cut her eyes to Poe, that famous Solo smirk painting her face.

"My dad gave me this, Dameron. He wanted me to have it. He certainly wouldn't be pissed about the alcohol. He'd be mad at me for doing it in front of the General's pride and joy. He taught me to be a better smuggler than that, especially with high demand contraband."

She closed her bag and stood, ready for Poe's obligatory tour. When he thought of everything the daughter of General Organa would be, it certainly wasn't Bre. She was named for two legacies of respected and elegant royalty on both Alderaan and Naboo, prime examples of the expectation of royalty. As she shut her cabin door, Poe took note of her hands, scarred but smooth. He had the same scars, they came from working on ships. He finally got a good glance at the flat ring on her hand, now noting the distinct outline of a 'B', seemingly for name. It was shiny and without scratches, in pristine condition. On the same hand was a band made of glittering gold, a single red rock on the band. Poe noted the color-it was a Corellian ruby. These rocks were hard to come by, and even harder to find the funds to afford it. Having a Corellian smuggler as a father probably helped in that situation, Poe supposed. Looking at Bre now, he noted, just like the rings on her fingers, Bre was equal parts princess and smuggler. (Maybe more three fourths smuggler, but Poe was feeling generous.) Her traditional braids across her head contradicted the oil stains on her pants, but, when he looked at her face he saw it clearly: just like her parents, she held every emotion in her eyes. Whether they were brown like Leia's or green like Han's, they could talk a good talk, but their eyes gave away everything. Poe noticed the pain in her Endor-forest green eyes, completely contradicting her bright smile.

Poe wasn't entirely sure why Bre was here after all these years of an obviously strained relationship but he was certain she wanted to be somewhere far, far from D'Qar, her mother, and nearly anywhere like this base: there was no where for her to run from herself in such tight quarters. The realization made Poe shudder, the same feeling coursed through him.

-

[lavendermunson]

scarf - eddie munson

day 10 of leia's christmas tree farm

cw +18 nsfw. pet names. professor!Eddie, older!Eddie, age gap (Eddie is in his late 30's and reader is in her early 20s) find more about this universe here

lmk if you want a part two for this one!

It's been a long time since Halloween, and your relationship is still a secret. 

It was fun to see Eddie in class, much more fun teasing him and watching his cheeks glow red. He was a total professional, never breaking at his readings and continuing to give the lecture of the day without hesitation.

He was so used to spoil you. When Eddie gets rough with you in bed and you forget to finish your essay, he makes his T.A. give you an A in a very rushed and poorly written essay. It wasn't like you, but in times like this, he gave you a pass and you would thank him later.

Even if your relationship with Mr. Munson was a bad idea, it has been one of the best experiences of your life. He is mature enough to know how to treat you like a princess, his age doesn't fade from his gorgeous looks or how much experience he has in bed. It's simply him, taking care of you like you've always deserved it. 

At the beginning of winter, you've decided to knit a scarf for him. It was a thoughtful gesture, hoping he would like something made for you instead of something expensive, like the gifts he gives you. And you're a crafty kind of girl, every gift means more if you've made it yourself.

Keeping the relationship a secret has been hard, but now at your weekly late dinner that he cooked. You decide to surprise him, in the comfort of his big home. 

"I have a gift for you"

You walk into the kitchen, empty glasses of wine with the taste of it lingering in your mouth. 

Sweet, strong, and expensive. Just like him.

You place them on the kitchen island and as Eddie fills them up again you run to get his gift. When you come back, you see a gift bag dangling from his fingers. 

"You are not the only one with a gift, sweetheart"

You get close to him to exchange gifts. You open yours first, a set of festive red lingerie, lipstick, and a brand new bottle of your perfume the one he loves.

"You didn't have to!" you say, placing a peck on his lips before stepping back and seeing him open his gift. "But I love it, baby. I hope you love yours" His fingers trace the entrance of the gift bag before ripping it open. Your mouth almost waters at the little show.

When he finds the beanie and the scarf, you can see his face glow.

"Did you make this?"

"Mhhm" You nod.

"You made this, for me?" 

"Yes baby, of course"

He hugs you tight, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you. Eddie hides his head in the crook of your neck, his lips start to kiss your skin. 

"Thank you, doll. It's amazing, no one has ever made me a gift before" 

You hug his waist with your legs, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold you in place. You throw your head back just a bit for him to look at you, and his watery brown eyes lock with yours.

"I know it's not expensive but I made it with so much love" 

"Are you kidding? this is the best, you are the best"

He breaks the distance between your faces, catching your lips with his in a soft kiss. Everything is a bubbly feeling, you can't wait to spend the winter break with him.

__________

Now it's Friday, your last day before winter break. You sit at your last class which so happens to be Eddie's, he is giving an open conference talking about his success and his years of experience. Some of your classmates ask questions, and he answers every one of them with patience. 

He waves his fingers in the air, he touches his scarf the one you made for him with the same softness he touches your skin. You can feel your tummy tingling, your pussy aching. It's turning you on, so much. You know he can see you, what's wrong with having a little bit of fun?

Your fingers linger on the buttons of your coat, making eye contact with Eddie as he continues to talk. You giggle as he shakes his head slightly and goes back to the subject. 

When his eyes go back to look at you, he sees the red lingerie bra peaking out of your white button up shirt. The transparency of the fabric shows off the red lace, and your tight shirt squeezes your breasts so perfectly.

Eddie’s mouth is completely watering at the sight, he fights his thoughts to finish this lecture professionally and he would have to deal with you later.

In the end, you are the last one in the lecture room. He sees you coming down the stairs with your arms crossed in front of your chest. Eddie smiles slightly as your sweet perfume starts to hit his nose, you open your coat to let him see the red lace and your breasts. His mouth starts to water as he looks at you, his fingers traveling to unhook the first button of your shirt. 

“This is very risky, you are being a bad girl you know?” he whispers, his fingers brushing against your skin.

“I’m not being bad, I need you daddy” you whisper too. Your hand is dangerously close to his bulge. 

One of his large hands finds the small of your back, he gets you closer to him sliding his knee between his legs. You feel his thigh under your clothed pussy. Your skirt rides up a little.

“Look at you, needy and a brat” his hand cups your chin, feeling his grip tighten, but not too much to hurt you. He makes you look at him “Open” Your mouth opens slightly, not even thinking about it twice. It’s muscle memory at this point. He spits on your mouth, you feel his warmth and swallow slowly.

“Please” you beg.

“Thirty minutes, my office. I have to talk to a colleague”

He kisses your cheek and leaves the room. Leaving you with wetness pooling on your panties, thighs pressed and the taste of him in your mouth. 

Maybe you went a little too far. But you are excited about the punishment.

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[natimiles]

Hello there first of all congrats for the follower milestone you deserve them all and so much more 🎀🎀💌💌🎊🎉🎉🎊🎆🎇🙌

Can I plesse have Jean x Fem Reader with these prompts

1 Lips

2 Fingertips

And Roger or Liam the one you feel like the most with this

Neck

Thank you Have a wonderful day 🙏🙏😘😘❤❤

Hiii, thank you so much for your kind words! 🤍🤍🤍

Since we already had Liam + Neck, I decided to go with Roger :3

Roger + Neck

Words: 533

Tags: established relationship; pet names; female reader (he calls you lil’ lady).

Raising your arms up your head to stretch, you read the last paragraph of your report and sigh, relieved to have finished it before Roger comes back home from his mission. He must be close to the castle by now, and you’re already eager to see him, so you decide to go wait for him outside.

Bundled up in your winter clothes, you go to the garden, enchanted by the snow falling and painting the whole place a beautiful white. A playful idea hits your mind, and you decide to act on it, just in time to hear the front gate opening and Roger entering the grounds of the castle.

You hide behind a pillar even though you know your presence will be easily detected by him since he can hear you. You quickly make a snowball and, when he is close enough, you throw it at him. It doesn’t hit him, as he hears it coming and dodges it.

“Ah, so that’s what you were trying to do,” he smirks, turning around to look in your direction. “You know it would never work, right?”

“Yeah, I know,” you sigh, stepping out from your hiding spot.

“Sorry to disappoint you, lil’ lady,” he laughs. Roger walks up to you and rustles your hair, making you huff and pout.

“You could at least pretend to be surprised.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time.”

“Fine,” you reply simply.

Roger watches as you crouch down to make another snowball. He raises an eyebrow when you stand back up and stare at him. He narrows his eyes and gives you a knowing smile, enough to tell you that he probably won’t let you hit him with the snowball — at least not now. However, instead of throwing it at him while he’s close to you, you turn around and take off as fast as you can. He blinks at you, legitimately confused for a second.

“Snowball fight!” you scream from your spot, and throw the ball at him.

He doesn’t even flinch, as you’re probably too far away now and the ball falls to the ground midway, but that brings forth another boisterous laugh from him. He throws his rifle and accessories on the snow, and in the next second, he is running after you.

“Your heartbeat is really loud and fast, love. Are you okay?” His words are worried, but his tone is teasing. He doesn’t stop running, and neither do you.

You’re not fast enough to actually outrun him, and you know that. Roger soon catches up to you, his arms encircling your middle and pulling you to him. You yelp in surprise when your feet leave the ground.

“It’s not fair! Your legs are too long,” you complain.

“Mhm, I’ll remember that next time, too,” he replies in a low tone.

He nuzzles his face against you, and you feel something warm on the nape of your neck traveling to the side. He kisses you over and over until his heartbeat matches yours — but for a whole different reason.

And it’s in times like this, when he can hear your laughter and every little sound made by you, that he knows what happiness is.

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Beneath The Milky Twilight ♥ Event Masterlist

[miyuhpapayuh]

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“I'm so excited to be here!”

“We're so excited to have you, dear! Have a seat!”

Having been on edge all day about making a good first impression, once she'd gotten to the facility and saw five women that looked like her, their warm energy calmed her instantly.

“We got you a latte, didn't want you to feel left out.”

“Oh, I really appreciate it! I hope everyone's morning has been good!”

The ladies nod in agreement before the leader begins her ice breaker.

“This may seem a bit school-ish, but I like to go around the group and get a fun fact from each of you, and it wouldn't be fair if I didn't kick it off! So, I’m Roni and I started this group a few years ago so black women could have a creative space of our own.”

“And we love you for it! I'm Leia and I'm one of thirteen kids!”

“Oh my gosh, really? What's that like??” Zora asks, which makes everyone laugh.

“Girl, hectic! We're all two years apart, too.”

“My word. Well, I'm Zora and I actually had given up on wanting my own art career, but I'm getting back out there!”

“We're all so proud of you for doing that, it takes courage!”

“Thank you!”

“Of course, doll. I'm Fran and I'm fifty-five, sitting on a pretty pension from my dead husband.” She says, before cracking up, making the girls do the same.

“A hoot, that one is! I'm Trina and I collect rocks and turn them into little scenes.”

“They're really cool, she's gotta show y'all her latest one before we leave! But I'm Dina, and I'm a photography finatic! I'll take a picture of anything!”

She pulls out her phone and swipes through her gallery to emphasize her point. Nothing but trees, cocktails, food spots, selfies, her cat Toby, the sky and moon and clouds in between.

“You're just like me, for real.” Zora laughs. “Also I've never seen a black cat named Toby, how adorable.”

“She's a girl, too!”

“Really?? That's so adorable, too!”

“I know!” She giggles.

Roni and the others laugh at their interaction, knowing Dina and her infectious personality would pull her right in.

The activity of the day was to take your feelings and turn them into a scene. Any theme. People or no people.

Zora painted a vibrant sunset on her new balcony. Two glowy orbs side by side, overlooking the breathtaking view.

“Can I just say wow!?” Fran gasps as she looks over from her own masterpiece, a never ending garden of bright tulips and wildflowers.

“Oh,” Zora covers her face, “thank you!”

“I've never seen anything like this before. How'd you do that, with the shading around the orbs and stuff??” Trina asks, as the group moves in to see her work.

Still flustered by their sweet reception, she blows out a breath. “I actually tried something out while painting. Took the shades around it and made a color and outlined them, it adds some depth to it.”

“Hell yeah, it does!” Roni agrees, making the ladies laugh.

“Thanks, you guys! Now let me see what everyone else is working on!”

“Ooh, come look at mine!” Dina says, pulling them over to her portrait of Toby, his big green eyes making them gasp.

“Wow, those are her eyes, alright!” Trina says, giving her a high five.

“They took me like twenty minutes, they better be her eyes!” Dina laughs.

“She's so cute! Her and vday gotta do a playdate!”

“Absolutely!”

“Uh oh, miss Fran! Let's talk about these flowers!”

“Oh, my pride and joy! I've been gardening for about twenty years, and this is what my garden looked like until a couple years ago. The last time I was able to get out and tend to it all, I took a picture of it and now it's memorialized in this painting.”

“Who knew flowers could make you cry,” Zora frowns.

“That's beautiful, Fran.” Roni says. “Wildflowers are your favorite, huh?”

This makes everyone laugh.

“How'd you guess, you smart cookie??”

“Come look at my pretty rock!”

Trina painted a giant black obsidian rock that was cracked in half, indigo and violet on the inside, pale yellow twinkling in certain spots.

“Wow! I like this one better than my own!” Dina says, punching her arm.

“Y'all are the most talented women ever, I'm convinced.” Roni compliments.

“Wait, let's see yours!”

An up close view of a rib cage, pink and green butterflies litter the inside and linger at the garden planted in the center of her chest.

“Rooted in love?”

“Absolutely!” She smiles. “It's how I've been feeling since getting engaged. Just a love plant.”

“Awww, that's so sweet!”

“Yeah! Are we invited to the wedding??”

“Absolutely! It'll be in the fall, sometime. It's our favorite season.”

“Leia, what did you paint?”

A silhouette of a woman behind a rose colored sheet.

“What's the story behind this?”

“Hollowness, really. I feel hidden most times.”

“Oh, babe,” Trina frowns, hugging her.

Welcoming the gesture, she softly laughs.

“Thanks, but I'm okay, I'm just a middle child.”

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“Honey, I'm home!” Leon yells from the front door, chuckling as Zora damn near crashes into him, hopping into his arms.

“Hey, baby!” She squeals, inhaling his woodsy scent.

“Hey, my love. I see you missed me!”

Carrying her over to the couch, he plops down with her still attached to him.

“I did! I couldn't wait til you got here so I could tell you how my day went!”

“Oh yeah, I'm all ears! How'd everything go??”

She fills him in on all her sweet new friends, shares their paintings, and gives him a rundown of how their next few meetings are gonna go.

“Look at you,” he cheeses, “my artiste!”

Her nose crinkled as she covered her face.

“I'm good, I guess!”

“Zora Jean, please. You're the best.”

“The best, huh??” She uncovers her face as they both laugh.

“And you know this, lady bug!”

“Thank you, best chef and photographer ever!”

He humbly dusts off his shoulder, making her giggle.

“Speaking of! I can share this with you now,” he says, placing his hands on hers, “today was my last day of work at the warehouse.”

Her mouth drops open in surprise. He smiles widely at her reaction, proud that it was worth keeping to himself.

“You quit?!! Finally??”

“That, I did!”

“I'm so happy for you!” She beams, squeezing his hands now.

“Thank you, my sweet lady.” He smiles, leaning in to kiss her face.

“Aw, you're so happy about this, I love it! What's your plan??”

“Well, I think I can kick off my vlogging now. Not sure if it'll be more than just cuts of me cooking, but it's a start! Also, my boys said they'd support me with whatever I needed while I'm getting started.”

“That's really sweet of them! I can't wait to see your first video! I've got a thing for cameras now ‘cause of you, so if you need any help.. I'm here too!” She cheeses, earning three kisses on the lips.

“Thank you, baby. I may need you to be my camerawoman from time to time, when you're not busy with your own artiste dreams, that is.”

“I'm proud of us. We quit our regular-degular jobs to focus on our passions! How many people, our age especially, get to say that!!”

“We must be god's favorite, huh?”

“Oh, yeah!” She nods, meeting him halfway for a high-five.

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“Alright ladies, today we are meeting with a few investors and they are very fond of each of your portfolios, so if all goes well, your names will be on front street before the weekend!” Roni squeals as the ladies do the same.

“I'm a little nervous, wow!” Zora huffs, placing her hand over her heart.

“Don't worry honey, your art is divine! If these suits don't like it, they don't know talent. Okay?” Fran says, rubbing her back.

“O-okay. I'm gonna head to the bathroom.”

Excusing herself, she heads down the hall and into the biggest stall of the bathroom, immediately calling Nique.

“Hello?” Her best friend sings into the phone.

“Girl, investors are coming to chat with us today! They've seen our work and are apparently impressed, which is great! This is what I've always wanted… but what if they get here and see our latest pieces and their opinions change? W-what if they don't wanna—”

“Zora! Hey! Calm down, sweetie!” She coos, snapping her out of her spiral.

Inhaling deeply and exhaling roughly a few times, she places her hand back over her heart. It wasn't beating nearly as fast, but she was still frazzled.

“I– it's been such a long time coming, ya know? I'm just… I don't know!”

“It's okay to be nervous, Jean. This has been like ten years in the making! Those investors already like your work, right?? So, you're in there! Don't worry about anything else. It would be remiss if you didn't celebrate your wins. You put yourself out there. You found an art group and they welcomed you with open arms! Investors know who you are!! They know what you're capable of and they're coming to see you and your work. Hell, let's call up that ex whore of yours and rub it in his face, cause you're killing this shit and you haven't even really started yet!”

By this time, Zora’s face was covered in salty tears at her friend's sweet and true words.

“And stop that crying before them girls think sumn wrong with you!” She jokes, making Zora laugh.

“Shut up, man.” She sniffles, wiping her face.

“I appreciate you for saying all of that. You're right. I've waited so long for things to fall into place. It's my time to show what I'm capable of!”

“Hell yeah, it is!” She agrees. “And I know it's rough, but you have to know– believe that you've already done the hard part. Get yourself together and walk out there with your head up high, mmkay?”

“Thank you, Nique Nique!” She coos, making kissy noises.

“Ah, what would you do without me! You're always welcome, Jeanie! I'll be sitting at home, waiting for you to tell me how it went!”

“Expect my knock, later!”

They squeal and talk a bit more to calm her nerves, before bidding each other farewell.

Thankful for her deep brown complexion, she wasn't as flushed as she feared. She wets a napkin and wipes her eyes and cheeks, before washing hands again.

Rejoining the group and assuring them that she's okay, they fall into conversation to ease the leftover pressure even further.

“I've been curious about this for a minute, but I didn't wanna be that crazy old lady that asks too many questions,” Fran laughs, before looking over at Zora.

“You've got a boyfriend, don't ya?”

The instant smile that covers her entire face makes the ladies coo and giggle at her.

“I knew it!” Dina adds. “Caught her smiling at her phone the other day, but I let her live.”

“Y'all,” Zora laughs, shaking her head, “y'all remind me of my sisters so much! Only, they wouldn't let me live anything down, so thank y'all for that.”

“We had to ease you in, first!” Roni pats her shoulder.

“But now that we know you're in loooove,” Trina sings, making them crack up.

“Yes, tell us allll about it!” Leia chimes in.

“He's so sweet, y'all,” she gushes, unable to help the bright smile on her lips as she goes on about her man.

How smart he is. How generous. Rugged. Driven. Hardworking. Dedicated. Inspiring.

“Does he have any brothers??”

“I had to hook my sisters up! But I'll see if he's got any cousins or uncles up for grabs! A young uncle for you, Frannie.”

“That's my girl!” Fran claps.

Soon the investors arrived and Zora was ready to let her work do the talking, her nerves steady.

There were only two people, a white man and woman, which helped a lot. Not too many people to interact with. Zora wasn't the only one who internally felt that way, either.

“Ladies, this is Roberts and Williams, senior investors from Canvas & Company. They came by to talk to us about their experience with buying and selling art, how the market works and how to invest in it.” Roni introduces.

“We are very excited to meet you ladies! In fact, on the way over, we pulled up each of your files one more time, just blown away with the talent we've seen!” Roberts exclaims, clasping her hands together.

“Indeed! Haven't seen much talent like this in a while. Definitely refreshing.” Williams adds, before they get into their spiel.

“Now the art industry has definitely changed in the last thirty years, pushing boundaries on how we capture an image and paint it for others to see. It's very interesting what one can do with a paintbrush or pencil. Speaking of, what's everyone's favorite medium and why?” Williams asks, looking around the room, his finger pointed at Dina.

“Pencil. There's an eraser always close by.” She laughs, and he fondly shakes his head.

“Gotta love the mistakes, too.” He says, pointing to her twin sister.

“Charcoal. I love the mess of it!”

“See? My kinda girl!” He claps, pointing to Fran.

“Watercolor! I love how lightweight it is.”

“I agree, it's probably the lightest type of paint.” Next was Zora.

“Acrylic paint. It's so vibrant and rich, experimental even! Perfect for my pieces.”

“Acrylic is best for that type of thing. Building color, texture.. it's a hassle to preserve, though.”

“Oh, tell me about it! My poor palette has never been the same.” She laughs and so does he, before pointing to Leia.

“Oil pastel, I love the way it glides!”

“As do I!”

Moving on to a slideshow of how investing in art works, the ladies quickly realized they were on the fun side of things, seeing how much people empty their banks for it.

“Seven grand on one painting?? That would take care of so many things.” Fran mumbles, shaking her head.

“Imagine!” Roni whispers back.

“You'd be surprised how much one would spin! One impression is all it takes, a lot of the time.” Roberts says, looking over to her colleague who agrees.

“They try to scare you with the emerging and well known artists as top sellers, but we don't all curate art the same way, which is why we're here. We see potential in every one of you, even your lead! Phenomenal work, ladies, really.” She adds, to which they all graciously thank her.

After the meeting is over, Zora feels a ton lighter than she did when her day began. She was proud of herself.

Making it home, she showers, changes into her sweats and heads across the hall, not even getting to knock before Nique opens the door.

“Hey, girl!”

“How did you–”

“I was sitting on my patio and saw you pull up! Knew the knock was coming!” She answers, pulling her inside and closing the door behind them.

Plopping down on her oversized sofa, Zora lets out a sigh of relief and grabs a handful of popcorn, stuffing her mouth.

“Tired?”

“Mmhm! It's been a long day,” she says with a mouthful, tucking her feet underneath her.

“Well, how'd everything go??”

“Great! There were only two people, a man and a woman, both white and like our mamas’ age. Cool people, though! Super friendly. They asked us about our favorite mediums and told us about how they can help and hinder, how the investment market works and girl, these people spend money!”

How much we talkin’?”

“Anywhere from a couple hundred to a couple hundred thousand!”

“Really??” Nique asks with wide eyes. “Let me go paint sumn real quick.”

Zora laughs, stuffing another handful of popcorn in her mouth.

“No, but seriously I'm glad it went great! No stress, no mess, just you and your unbelievable talent showcasing itself!”

“Me too, it's nice having people with loaded pockets take more than a glance at your work! Hell, I might have met potential buyers!”

“Fingers crossed! Your artwork is gonna be in everybody's living room! Just you wait!”

“You better be in the first ten people to buy sumn!!”

“Like I haven't been buying your artwork since we've known each other! Ima be the first! Next piece you cook up, it's mine!” She declares before grabbing her remote.

“I know that's right! What we watchin’?”

“Beauty shop!!”

“Oh, my movie!!”

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[theangelwithawand]

So, as much as I love charming, swaggering Han Solo, the guy is kind of awkward.

At first I thought it was an issue with his characterization in ROTJ where they made him a little too buffoonish for lack of a better word, and in Solo where they leaned a little bit too hard into Han being inexperienced and naive.

Don’t get me wrong, when it matters, the man is suave and dangerous and charismatic, and I love it.

But I was rewatching ANH the other day and I realized that at least when it comes to his personal relationships (except for Chewie) Han is kind of insecure and inept at forming meaningful relationships. To be fair, it makes sense given his backstory (in both Legends and Canon) and seedy profession. But legendary scoundrel Han is not at all slick when it comes to genuine interaction.

His initial introduction in the cantina as a ruthless survivor and his cocky dealings with Jabba tend to be the bulk of what people remember about his character, and for good reason. But there’s also captivating glimpses into a Han Solo who is more human than he probably wants anyone to see.

When Ben trains Luke, Han won’t stop insulting them both, but underneath all of the posturing, he does genuinely try to offer up real advice (that a good blaster is more reliable than an antiquated weapon). Then later, before abandoning Yavin, he doesn’t want to part on bad terms with Luke so, he chokes out a parting phrase that means something to Luke, tamping down his discomfort which is visible to the point that it’s kind of funny.

The first movie largely neglects his lack of social skills in regards to Leia (they do snap at each other, but that’s more to do with their clashing personalities than anything). He winks at her at the end, but Han is good at surface level flirting.

But then we get to Empire…strap in folks.

So, their first interaction takes place in the command center on Hoth, and Han is threatened to leave. And boy oh boy does Han really want/need Leia (and Leia in particular) to say she wants/needs him.

She has her own (very understandable) issues with opening up, so the closest she can get to admitting her own feelings is saying that the Alliance needs him. Leia may see herself as an extension of the Alliance, but that’s a different conversation and not enough for Han who needs to be sure of her feelings before making his own known. (Leia seems to have the same problem. They kinda suck at communicating sometimes.)

He asks her, very subtly pleads with her to open up, to reciprocate the bit of vulnerability he’s showing. She understandably doesn’t (again she has an unfathomable amount of her own trauma), cueing a fight at and Han goes back to the Falcon to be Totally-Not-Sad. Despite the fight though, he risks his life to make sure Leia gets out during the evacuation. (Gotta love how well he knows her.)

Then we get the big kiss scene. This time, Han has decided to acknowledge Leia’s insecurities because he wants to be with her. He specifically asks her “What are you afraid of?” Yeah, he’s kind of teasing her, but he knows Leia freakin Organa is not afraid of getting her hands dirty. It’s such a lame excuse, so he calls her out on it.

Then, all of the sudden, they’re finally together and Leia is just all in (see my post about Leia’s physically affectionate nature). And…Han adjusts. By the time they arrive on Bespin, he’s the one initiating hand holding, giving forehead kisses.

It’s a way more intimate than he would afford a casual hook-up. His scrapped intro in ANH (which was incorporated into the novelization by Alexandra Bracken), literally had him forget the name of the girl on his lap.

He’s still insecure when Lando starts flirting, but above all he’s in a relationship that is so casually affectionate. It’s a part of him we’ve never seen, but it suits him well.

Then we get to the big “I love you/ I know”.

In the original script, Han was supposed to say “I love you too.” Everyone thought it was a very out of character thing for him to say. The now iconic response was created during the shooting of that scene. I agree…to a point.

Now, I love the line. It’s iconic and great and very Han Solo. Yes it’s a smooth response…but it’s also…a really weird response…

Yeah, there’s a lot of people and to be fair, he just told Chewie to take care of Leia (which is very sweet), and once again probably still has some issues expressing vulnerability.

But…he also might die, so it’s weird that he wouldn’t tell her while he still can.

The pattern continues in ROTJ. Han is a bit out of character in this one, however I do like the moment where he’s referred to as a general. It’s usually read as him proving his commitment, and I agree. But I still think it’s funny that he decided to make it a surprise. It’s so cute and weird and very Han Solo.

He’s protective when Leia goes missing after the bike chase, and when they’re reunited picks her up and spins her adorably.

He’s still not super sure how to provide comfort all of the time (there’s a few times where Leia seeks his embrace, and he seems visibly unsure of what he’s doing). During the battle he’s always reaching out to shield her, hide her when she’s injured. Then he just holds her after the battle. The way she asked him to earlier, with a small but very genuine smile.

Finally, we arrive at “The Princess and the Scoundrel” where Han Solo does the GFFA equivalent of proposing on the first date. (For real, this book is one my favorite things. It canonized so many of my head canons like a very casual proposal). It’s perfect for its balance of being both weird and romantic.

Anyway, I like Han’s soft side and I don’t see it discussed enough.

[saphronethaleph]

Rushing the boomer

“How long?” Palpatine asked.

“Do not strain yourself, lord,” one of the cultists said. “Your attempt to possess the Snoke body will have weakened you-”

“I am well aware of my limitations,” Palpatine snapped, then turned to the Final Order engineer. “How long, commander?”

“That depends, my lord,” the engineer replied, his voice firm. “For the whole fleet… fourteen years. A single ship could be completed in eight. One ship coming online at a time in sequence, the first ship will be finished in nine years and the whole fleet in sixteen.”

Palpatine frowned.

“The whole fleet, then,” he said. “The might of the Final Order will blaze a path across the galaxy, and all will obey the Sith or perish.”

“It is as you command, my lord,” the engineer said, saluting.

Palpatine waved him away, then gestured, and a hologram of the Star Destroyers currently under construction formed in the air above him.

They were vast ships, for line vessels, and the Sith Eternal were building one thousand and eighty of them.

One thousand and eighty!

Never again would rebels exploit a single point of failure and destroy his most powerful and only superweapon… a fate he had experienced twice, now, and each one burned like a canker in his heart, the fury suffusing him and lending him strength.

At his insistence, Palpatine’s spies in the wider galaxy, outside Exegol, had found for him the names of every single person who had been directly involved in the attack on both Death Stars.

Han Solo, Chewbacca, Leia Organa Solo, Evaan Verlaine… all of those names were of people he hated. And Palpatine would see them destroyed, one way or another.

But there were four names for which the Dark Lord of the Sith reserved his greatest hatred. The true, simmering passion that Palpatine held for those who had truly thwarted his plans.

Landonis Balthazar Calrissian. Nien Nunb. Wedge Antilles… and, more than anyone else, Luke Skywalker.

If there was anyone who Palpatine wanted to destroy, it was Luke Skywalker… not merely to see him dead, but to humiliate him. To tear him down. To reduce all his triumphs to smouldering ruins.

Break the New Republic. Destroy the New Jedi Order. Turn his own family against him. Shatter his will.

That was what Palpatine would do, to Luke Skywalker.

And then – and only then – would the galaxy burn, worlds submitting to the rule of the Sith or being destroyed.

Thinking such pleasant thoughts, it took a moment for Palpatine to notice the flashing red alert on the side of the holodisplay.

“What is the meaning of this?” he demanded. “Explain it!”

“We’ve picked up ships, incoming,” an officer said, looking up from his displays on the other side of the room. “Lots of them – Rebel ship classes!”

Palpatine’s hand waved, and the holodisplay reconfigured to show the Red Honeycomb Zone and the tactical displays.

Sure enough, ships were coming through. Two Mon Cal star cruisers, first, then frigates and cruiser class vessels, disgorging a cloud of snubfighters from their hangar bays.

Sith Eternal TIE Fighters were already taking off, but Palpatine could see the difference between the two forces – the Sith Eternal was a secret military and had never actually fought in battle, and it had been aiming for a projected readiness date over a decade in the future.

The New Republic fighter corps was no such easy target. Even without their shields, their skill and training were clearly superior, and the first pass saw a dozen Sith fighters go down in blazing, burning wrecks. A dogfight was already beginning, but it was a dogfight that could only go one way.

But how had this happened? Exegol was secret! With the hyperspace anomalies protecting it, the only way to visit the planet would be to not only know where it was but be shown…

...unless, that was, someone had a Sith wayfinder.

Suddenly gripped by a cold rush of fear that prompted a surge of utter hatred, Palpatine reached out with his mind towards the New Republic strike force as it became haloed in laserfire and explosions.

He could sense a Sith Wayfinder. HIS Sith Wayfinder! The one that had been in his throne room during the Battle of Endor.

Pushing harder, Palpatine located the dancing spark of the wayfinder, alongside a sickeningly familiar presence – a presence ducking and dodging and rolling, as it locked onto and destroyed one TIE Fighter after another.

“Skywalker!” Palpatine shouted, then coughed. “SKYWALKER!”

“Watch out, there’s another fighter flight taking off from the hangar system to port,” Nien Nunb said, pointing.

“Got it, keying them in,” Lando agreed, his gaze flicking between the displays of the Raddus flag bridge. “Hey, Wedge, you want to take those fighters and the battleline will kill the hangar for you?”

“Copy that, General,” Wedge agreed. “Red leader to Red Alpha flight, follow me in!”

Six X-wings rolled to follow Wedge in, and Lando checked over the displays again.

“Well, I’m no expert but I think we caught them with their pants down, Admiral,” he said, glancing back at Leia. “No more than one in fifty of the capital ship turbolasers are working, and most of them seem to still be under construction.”

He whistled. “It’s a damn good thing we caught them when we did, though, I’m reading over six hundred ships in states of construction and there’s hundreds more building slips.”

The Raddus jolted as a volley of turbolasers hit, then the radio crackled.

“Gold leader here,” Verlaine called in. “Princess, I’ve got eyes on where that fire’s coming from, looks like a turbolaser testing facility with some working cannon. My boys and girls will fix that little problem.”

Nien made the adjustment before Lando got to it, and a double volley of proton torpedoes blasted the facility to pieces.

“It’s certainly a damn good thing we found them before they finished,” Leia agreed. “How did you do it?”

“Well, our lead ran out on Kijimi,” Lando said. “Then I realized nobody had actually checked the wreckage of the Second Death Star, and unlike the first the second’s armour wasn’t in place to contain the explosion. I thought it was likely some of it had come down intact, so Luke and I went over to find it and that’s how we got here.”

“I’m picking something up-” Nien reported, then they all looked out the window at once as a flare of lightning crackled up from a hole in the ground. It gripped a New Republic corvette, lightning crawling over the surface and ripping chunks out of it, and when the bolts stopped the engines had been disabled and most of the CR90 crashed seconds later.

“Skywalker here, I’m on it,” Luke said, his X-Wing shooting past and shooting down one of the last enemy TIEs. The Jedi Master’s snubfighter kept going, rolling into a complex manoeuvre and spitting laserbolts down the chasm, then the lightning came back up again – and Luke’s ship absorbed it, glowing bright white as the energy was corralled and neutralized.

“I don’t know about you, but that looks like the main event as far as I’m concerned,” Lando noted.