#so it works so well for Han x Leia too

[absurdthirst]

The Summoning {Frankie Morales x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 9.8k

Warnings: Single parenthood. mentions of sexual awakenings, trick or treating, jealousy, possessiveness, disgusting behavior, horrible exes, confessions, making out, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, praise, soft dom Frankie, cream pie.

Comments: After both of your ex's left, you and Frankie become back up for each other as you navigate single parenthood. Trick or treating together with your boys leads to horrific things - the return of the monster exes. You only have each other to help you survive.

A/N: Reader's costume is Leia Organa's white dress, but no mention of race or ethnicity is mentioned.

Co-written by @storiesofthefandomlovers

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“Alex, hurry up!” You call out to your son. “We need to get started trick or treating before it gets too dark!” You know that normally it’s the kids hassling the parents to go out and gather up pillowcases full of candy, but you are excited for this year. You don’t have to pull a wagon, or push a stroller, your son is old enough to want to go up to the doors alone to pick out his little treat and you had thought that your costume of Han Solo for him and Leia for you was particularly inspired. Glancing out the window, you see your neighbor, Frankie, setting out his bowl of candy on the porch. “Shit! The candy!” You hiss, having forgotten about your own bowl for the trick or treaters to grab while you are gone. 

Frankie makes sure his porch light is on as he sets the plastic pumpkin full of candy on the doorstep with a sign that says ‘take one only’. He doesn't want to be a Karen, but the bars are full sized. He wanted to be a cool dad for his son by getting the big bars. His son who is practically vibrating with excitement to get out of the house. Dressed as Grogu, the five year old is excited to trick or treat. "Hurry up, Papa!" He demands by the garage door and Frankie chuckles, reaching for his helmet after he shuts the front door. "You got your bucket, little man?" He asks his son, "yeah!" He cheers and Frankie places the helmet on his head before he ushers his son onto the driveway so he can shut the garage door. He turns towards your house, his next door neighbor that has him jerking off every damn day. You moved in around the same time he did. Your boyfriend left you around the same time his wife asked for a divorce and you have helped each other out. Babysitting and school drop offs. You've been his angel, his unbelievably beautiful angel that he has sex dreams about. Tonight, you are his wet dream come true. "Fuck." He hisses, glad for the helmet on his head as you walk down the sidewalk to his driveway, dressed as Leia Organa. Most men would be turned on by the outfit Leia wore when she was captured by Jabba the Hutt but Frankie...his fantasy was the white dress with the blaster in her hand. Capable. Feisty. Sexy. And here you are, dressed in that outfit.

“Hi!” The boys rush towards each other, throwing their arms around each other like it has been five years instead of about an hour since they had seen each other. You normally pick the kids up from school, getting Frankie’s son as well since he got off work later than you did. You bite your lip and grin at the two before trying to hide how sexy you think Frankie looks in the Mando uniform. You waggle your brows as he struts up to you confidently, that blank visor almost as sexy as you had imagined it when you watched The Mandalorian. “Well, Mando.” You greet him with a grin. “They say that armor makes the man.” You whistle playfully. “I don’t know if I need to be walking around you. You’ll be beating the women off with a stick.” Frankie is your perfect version of a man. Strong, kind, a good father. He’s the type that will mow the grass and cut your yard too and yet he apologizes when he needs to ask if you can watch his son while he takes another flight. His sexiness is only increased by a thousand percent knowing he’s a pilot. It’s hard to imagine him dating one day and you hate that it won’t be you. 

He chuckles, wiping his gloved hands on his pants, and shakes his head. He is glad he's used to wearing something on his face so he doesn't fog it up. "Yeah, while you are dressed as every guy's fantasy since 1977. You look amazing." He says and tilts his helmet, "this costume...it looks okay?" He asks while the boys tell each other how cool the other looks.

“Yeah, it is.” You admit, glancing up and down the costume. He got a really good one, it definitely wasn’t one of those cheap costumes he bought at Spirit. It was more of a cosplay costume and it makes you think of riding him while he’s wearing it. “It looks great.” You promise. “And Grogu is adorable.” You shift your attention back to the boys so you don’t embarrass yourself by drooling. “Are you guys going now? Do you want to trick or treat together?”

"Together!" Alejandro says and Frankie chuckles, reaching out to tug on the costume ears. "You good going together?" Frankie asks, knowing he'd be grateful to have company while Ale gets his candy. He will need a distraction from watching you walk in that damn costume but the kids will keep you occupied.

“Of course.” You scoff playfully and bat your lashes at him. “Help me, Mando.” You plead in the same tone Carrie Fisher had used as Leia. “You’re my only hope.” You know the night will be better in the company of your handsome neighbor and once you get your son to sleep, you will touch yourself thinking about the way he walks in that suit, how it seems to be natural on him.

Frankie bites his lip to smother the hiss that threatens to escape. His cock twitches under the suit and he inhales deeply to calm down. This is going to be a long night and he knows he will be jerking off in the shower after Ale is asleep. "This is the way." He deepens his voice and the boys cheer, gripping their bags as you set down the street to the first house.

You turn to check out the Halloween decorations in the yards, not wanting to have Frankie see how badly that change of tone affected you. You haven’t noticed how much his voice sounds like Mando’s. That’s just more fuel for the lust that is already out of control. “Okay, here’s the first house.” You call out cheerful, watching as the boys race up the walkway. “Remember your manners!”

The boys rush up to the door, ringing the doorbell, and Frankie chuckles when they shout "trick or treat!" at old man Jenkins. "How pissed off do you think he's gonna be by the end of the night?" He asks you as he turns his head, wishing he could see better in the damn helmet.

“He turns his light off in about thirty minutes.” You snort, glancing over at the helmet and it’s honestly disappointing not to look into those wonderful brown eyes he has. As soon as they get their candy, they are thundering back down the steps of the front porch and racing back over to the two of you. You lift a hand and wave at the old man. “Happy Halloween!” You call out. “And May the Force be with you!”

The old man waves back, “have fun kids.” He mutters as he closes his door, “he better make a move if she’s wearing that outfit. Every man’s fantasy.” The boys are already dragging you to the next house and you giggle, “we are gonna have to ration the candy.” Frankie nods, “they will be bouncing off the walls till Christmas.” The boys rush off down the walk of the next house and Frankie adjusts the belt of his costume, “so, uh, how was work today?”

“Work was long.” You admit with a shrug. “I would have rather been home with the boys, doing Halloween things.” Since your ex left, it seems like you have less time to really spend with your son on the fun projects but you haven’t been getting any money from him and child support enforcement is slow. “I wanted to make spooky pizzas for dinner but we didn’t get time.” You glance over at him. “Any flights today?”

Frankie sighs under his helmet, knowing that you’ve been struggling since your ex left. He wants to help out as much as possible and you are too proud to take money so he helps by looking after your son when he can. Ale loves it and he is happy to help. “Yeah. A few. One couple - either they are goths or really like Halloween - came dressed in all black and the guy proposed. It was romantic in its own way.” He chuckles, “they were happy and it kinda made me miss having a partner.” He confesses, “not that I miss Maria. She can go, well, you know, but I miss having someone there for the small things.”

“Yeah.” You snort. “I don’t miss He Who Shall Not Be Named, but I miss not being a single parent. I never thought he would quit being a father too.”

“He’s a - a barstool.” Frankie edits his curse when the kids rush back towards you both. “Yeah. A real barstool.” You scoff and you continue down the sidewalk to the next house. “Momma, look! I got Kit Kat!” Your son cheers as he holds up his treat and you smile, “that’s awesome, baby.” Frankie watches you with a smile concealed by the helmet. You’re such a good mother and you work hard for what you have. “I haven’t heard from Maria in so long. She just left town and - well, both of us deserved better.”

“I could never imagine just leaving Alejandro.” You murmur. You wouldn’t imagine leaving Frankie either, but that’s different. He is innocent and her child. You look at your son and could never leave him, no matter what. “Next house?” You ask the boys, who cheer happily, eager to get more candy.

Frankie walks alongside you as the boys chatter about their candy and he wishes again that this was his family. That he was with you and the boys were brothers. It’s impossible to make it a reality. He doesn’t want to ruin this great friendship he has with you. You’ve shared many nights together while the boys played. Watching movies as a group, having dinner, going bowling. It’s easy to imagine this being real. It’s too easy to love you and that terrifies him. He doesn’t want to get hurt again.

You enjoy listening to Frankie as he talks about his work and life. It’s easy and comfortable with him, almost scary how seamlessly he fits into your day to day life. Honestly, you don’t know how you would have survived your ex leaving you without Frankie’s help and his shoulder to cry on. You didn’t want the asshole back, he was right, you deserved better. But your son deserved his father and you can only thank Frankie for being a positive male influence for him now.

Frankie chuckles when the boys come rushing down the path towards you, buckets nearly overflowing. “I think we got enough candy.” He smirks just as Tony and his daughter appear. He’s dressed as Woody from Toy Story while his little girl, Sally, is dressed like Barbie. He’s a single parent but he has shared custody with his ex wife. He gets Sally on weekends. “Hey neighbors. You all look amazing. I freaking love Star Wars.” Tony grins and the kids start to compare candy while Tony drags his eyes along your form, “Leia was like my sexual awakening as a teenager.” He confesses with a chuckle, his eyes finally meeting yours.

You chuckle and shrug. “Wasn’t she everyone’s?” You ask, although you had definitely had a thing for Harrison Ford, you just wanted to be Leia. You look at Laurie and grin. “She’s a cute Barbie.” You compliment, although you don’t comment on his costume. “You had much luck tonight?”

Tony nods, “she’s gonna be bouncing off the walls for the entire weekend but I guess I can give her some candy and I’ll get to watch the game tomorrow. You watch football, Morales?” Tony asks Frankie, who shakes his helmet, “not really my thing.” He confesses, and Tony snorts, “probably more a Call of Duty kind of guy.” Frankie shakes his head, “I don’t really like to play games. Especially ones that remind me of combat.” He says and Tony doesn’t recognize the tone of his voice as his attention turns back to you, “listen, I, uh, I don’t have Sally on Friday. She’s having dinner with the ex bitch’s new boyfriend and he only has that night off. He’s a doctor.” He shakes his hands sarcastically, “and I wondered if you wanted to get dinner. Maybe Morales can watch your kid.”

You have to give him points for having the audacity to ask you out and proposition Frankie to watch your kid all in the same sentence, but it’s for all the wrong reasons. And the way Tony talks about his ex is disgusting, especially within earshot of Sally. You might have talked about your ex with Frankie, but you and Tony don’t have that kind of friendship. “Sorry.” You wince and try to look like you are sorry. “I’ve already made plans for the weekend.”

Frankie clenches his jaw under his helmet, wanting to grab Tony and tell him to fuck off but he isn’t that kind of guy. Instead, he reaches out to wrap his arm around your waist, dragging you against him. “Yeah. She has plans.” He says coolly to the other man whose eyes widen in understanding. “Good for you, man. Finally made a move.” He compliments, revealing how flippant he is, and Sally rushes over, “daddy! All the good candy is gonna go!” She whines and Tony sighs, “okay, honey. Come on. See you round, lovebirds.” He chuckles and walks off with his daughter. Frankie drops his hand from your waist, clearing his throat. “Sorry. I just - I figured you weren’t interested in him.”

“Don’t be.” You snort, rolling your eyes and shaking your head. “I’d rather he believe I’m unavailable - forever.” You huff, wishing that you were off the market for that reason, but you don’t want to make Frankie think the only reason you’ve been helping him is so that you could get close to him. He has complained about some obvious moms at some do the school functions before. “Thank you, Francisco.”

Hearing you say his full name has his cock twitching but he pushes that aside, rubbing his gloved hands on his pants. “You ready to get the kids back? I have some snacks ready and we can watch a movie before they go to bed?” He suggests, having already agreed to watch the boys tonight so you can have some alone time.

“That would be good.” You agree, smiling at him through his helmet. “Something scary. I miss watching horror movies.” You admit. “I don’t like watching them all the time when I’m sleeping alone, but I’m going to do it tonight.” You laugh. “It’s Halloween after all.”

Frankie chuckles, “you’ll be fine. You pick the movie. I’ll handle our monsters.” He jokes as he calls out for the boys. “Time to head home. I’ll eat the unwanted candy.” He announces and Alejandro pouts, “papa. I want it all.” Frankie looks in his bag, “even the Almond Joy?” He raises his eyebrows even though no one can see. “Yeah.” Ale pouts and Frankie chuckles, “who the hell gives out Almond Joy on Halloween?” He scoffs as you make your way back to his house.

You giggle quietly. “I like Almond Joy.” You admit, grinning when he gives you a look of horror. “Not an almond fan or coconut fan?” You ask, remembering how much he had raved over your Italian crème cake you had made for spring. It definitely had coconut in it. You wonder if he had just been polite about it.

"I like the flavors but not almond joy. It's like the flax seed of candy. Doesn't taste naughty enough." He smirks but you can't see it. He reaches for his helmet, taking it off when you walk up his driveway and he punches the code in the pad to open the garage door.

You hum as the boys both race towards the interior garage door to go into the house. Gasping when the door opens before they get to it, and your entire body jolts in shock when you see Frankie’s ex standing in the doorway, smiling widely at Alejandro. “Baby boy!” She cries, crouching down and opening her arms wide for a hug.

Frankie freezes, almost dropping the helmet in his hand as he stares at Maria kneeling in the doorway, hugging the son she left behind. He swallows harshly, glancing at you, and he straightens his back. "Maria. What - what are you doing here?" He asks and she kisses Alejandro's hair while your son comes to your side. "I'm here to see my baby boy." She coos as she cuddles her son. "I, uh, I didn't know - you didn't call. You've been gone for eighteen months." He says with a bite to his tone.

“Well I’m back now.” She replies breezily, as if she had just been late getting home from the store. Your stomach twists, knowing how broken up Frankie had been when she left and now she’s back. You call your son over to your side. “Come on, buddy.” You murmur quietly, knowing the plans have changed. “We need to get home.”

Frankie turns to look at you, "can you take Ale? I need to talk to her." He asks and you nod, "of course." Alejandro steps back from his mom. She left him and he asked where she was every damn day for a month so now, Frankie is pissed at her. "Wait. I want to see my son." Maria pouts and Frankie shakes his head, "we need to talk." He tells Alejandro to go eat some candy at your house and he is eager to go, rushing off with you and your son to inspect their loot. Frankie closes the garage door and ushers a pouting Maria into the house. "What are you doing here?" He asks, setting the helmet down on the counter.

“I live here.” Maria tells Frankie, who scoffs and shakes his head. “You haven’t lived here for eighteen fucking months.” He reminds her. Sighing, she sends him a puppy dog look that used to melt any resistance he had towards her. “I missed you,” she pouts softly, stepping closer and running her hand down the armor plate on his chest. “This is shiny.” She coos, hoping to seduce him and put him in a better mood. Frankie is always pliable after cumming.

Frankie takes her hand and pushes it away, she can’t melt him with that face any more. “You left. Without a word. Ale asked about you for a fucking month and I didn’t even have an answer for him. I heard you were seen with his pediatrician. I took him for his check up and the man had the fucking audacity to smirk when he fake asked me where you were. It doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together. It’s over, Maria. I don’t wanna hear your excuses. I don’t want to listen to you beg and plead to come back. We are doing fine without you. I packed up your things. They are in the guest room. Get your shit and get out of my house. I’ll see you in court for custody.” He says with as much calm as he can muster but his eyes are piercing.

Maria frowns and bites her lip. “But that was a mistake, baby.” She whines softly. “I- I was being foolish. I didn’t realize what I had.” The plain truth was that he had dumped her. Told her that he was bored and it was time to move on. The trade up that she had been expecting lasted a short time and then she had been sent packing. “I realize that now and we can be a family again.”

Frankie scoffs, “you cheated on me, left me and our son without even a note, and you expect me to take you back? I’ve fought in the most dangerous places on the planet and I’d sooner be dropped back there than get back together with you. We are done. Go back to wherever you crawled out from. My lawyer will be serving divorce papers and I want majority if not full custody of our son.” He says with a clenched jaw, ready for her to be out of his house. All that time he thought he had driven her away but she is the reason she left, not him. She was greedy and wanted more. “Leave now before I call the police.”

This time, Maria’s face twists into an angry scowl. “You can’t do this, Francisco.” She sneers. “This is my house too. And there’s no way a court would give you custody with your record.” She taunts, smirking viciously. “Drug charges aren’t good for custody battles.”

“You left. You left without a word and I’m clean. I go to meetings. I go to therapy. Damn sure had to do more of it after you left. I’ve been here for our son. I provide for our son. I own this house. You moved in with me, remember? Leave now. You can’t intimidate me.” He promises, crossing his arms.

Gritting her teeth, Maria fumes that he’s not falling at her feet, happy that she’s giving him another chance. “This isn’t the end of this, Francisco.” She hisses, pushing past him to the door. “You’re gonna regret this.”

Frankie watches her go, exhaling in relief when the door shuts. He leans against the wall and closes his eyes. He doesn’t want his wife back but he hates that she hurt him so much. He’s been in battles, taken bullets, taken lives, and nothing affected him more than being left by his wife. He knows he fucked up when he got into coke. A mistake he made when Alejandro got really sick. He was in hospital with an infection and they weren’t sure if he was gonna make it. Frankie went off the deep end but he crawled his way back to be the husband and father he should’ve been. Maria repaid him by leaving and cheating on him. He gathers his thoughts and decides to make his way over to your place. He needs a drink and someone to talk to.

You’ve been trying not to think about what is happening next door since you shuffled the kids into your house. You’ve had them dump their buckets and helped them go through the candy, throwing out any that had been opened and explaining why it was necessary. Hating how your stomach is churning and you want to look over there, but you don’t. Finally allowing them to pick out three pieces of candy to eat before bed, you laugh when both boys choose the full sized candy bars they had gotten from Frankie’s candy bowl. “Alright, but you will only have that one.” You warn. 

Frankie comes over, knocking on your door despite him having the code. He doesn’t want to intrude after he has spent ten minutes calming down. You answer the door and he inhales deeply, his dark eyes soft as he looks at you with worry on your face. “She’s gone.” He murmurs, “I sent her away.”

“That was a surprise.” It’s an understatement but you don’t want to insult her if he’s going to get back together with her. “Alejandro keeps asking about her.” You glance back at the boys as they sit at the table. “She coming back tomorrow?”

Frankie shakes his head, "I told her to get her shit from the garage and leave. I am not getting back together with her. She cheated on me in my darkest moment. She was supposed to stand by my side. I cannot - we are done. I don't love her and I will fight to keep Ale from her. You can't pick and choose when you can be a parent." He curls his upper lip in disgust and looks over at the boys, "am I doing the right thing? Sending her away from him?"

“You are.” You assure him, feeling guilty for it, but you are relieved. You don’t want him to get back together with a woman who is so selfish to leave her son. “Think about how upset Ale will be when she disappears again.”

Frankie nods, "I - I can't let her hurt him again. When she left the first time, he was so upset." He murmurs as the boys look over at him and Alejandro rushes over to him. "Papa! Where's mama?" He asks and Frankie swallows, kneeling down to talk to his son. "Mama had to leave. She - she lives in another house. She will talk to you soon." He vaguely promises and sighs when Ale pouts in disappointment but it's better this way. "She left again?" He asks and Frankie nods, "yeah. It's okay though. Show me what candy you got." He distracts the little boy who grins and grabs his hand to drag him over to the table to show him his loot.

You watch the two of them, your heart aching for the little boy, although you know he will be better for this. His mother drifting in and out of his life would do him no good. “They really raked in the candy.” You walk over and ruffle your son’s hair affectionately.

Frankie chuckles, “we will have to ration them. Are you okay having them tonight? We can put them to bed and watch that scary movie but I doubt anything is gonna be as scary as Maria showing up.” He chuckles sarcastically as he watches the boys.

“No, you deserve to get drunk.” You snort, it’s a change from him having the kids, but that’s okay. “Maybe go out and have some fun.”

He shakes his head, “nah. I’d rather be here watching a movie with you unless you wanna be alone?” He asks, tilting his head towards you in case you want to be on your own.

“No.” You shake your head. “I’d rather watch a movie with you than be alone.” You bite your lip, watching him sigh softly and look back towards Alejandro again. “It will be okay.” You promise, putting your hand on his costumed arm.

He sighs and glances down at his outfit, “good thing there’s sweats under the armor.” he chuckles and ruffles his son’s hair, “come on mijo. Time for bed.” He orders and Alejandro pouts, “but I want to have another piece of candy.” Frankie shakes his head, “you can have some candy tomorrow. Come on, we can put an episode of Mandalorian on for you.”

You also usher your son to bed through the protests, although they are fewer now that he knows Alejandro will be spending the night. You keep a toothbrush for the other boy and soon their teeth are brushed and you’ve promised they can sleep in the core of their costumes, without any of the ties and toys.

The boys snuggle into the sheets as you kneel on the bed to put on an episode of The Mandalorian. “One episode. The TV is on a timer and I have the remote so sleep as soon as it’s over, okay?” You say and they nod, “yes mommy.” Your son says and Frankie comes in to say goodnight to his son after he’s gotten comfortable taking his shoes and costume off.

You kind of hate that he has taken off the costume, it was hot. You step back and wonder if you should change out of the Leia outfit, since he was dressing down. But before you can decide, you hear the doorbell and a chorus of “trick or treat!” Coming from the front porch. “Oh, I’ll get them.” You had forgotten to turn off the light and the candy bowl was empty.

Frankie watches you head to the front door, older kids standing there with buckets and you hold your finger up. “Hold on, kids. I have another bag.” You promise and rush into the kitchen. Frankie makes his way to the front door to see the kids, “you’ve got some cool costumes.” He smiles, looking at the excited teenagers. He remembers those days. So eager to grow up and now, he’d give anything to regain that kind of innocence.

“Thanks.” Happy to just not be hassled for being “too old to trick or treat”, the kids stand patiently while you rush over with a bag of candy and start handing it out. “Happy Halloween!” They thunder back down the stairs and out into the dark night, laughing and chattering happily about their candy haul.

Frankie chuckles, "I miss those days sometimes until I remember how awkward I was and I couldn't even talk to a girl." He admits after you close the door.

“You?” You scoff, sending him a dubious look. “I doubt that. I’ve seen pictures of you from boot camp, you were so cute. There’s no way you didn’t have a girlfriend or several in high school.”

Frankie blushes a little at your compliment, “I was super awkward. I could barely say hi to a woman. It wasn’t until boot camp that I lost my virginity to this girl who worked at the local bar and I was kinda a late bloomer.” He admits and watches you for a moment. “You got any popcorn, sweetheart? I can get the movie set up.”

You know that he’s a little uncomfortable, but you nod, giving him a minute. “Sure. Kettle corn alright?” You know it is, it’s his favorite. He nods and you go into the kitchen to get the popcorn started, putting together a little tray of food to go along with the snack. Knowing Frankie, he hasn’t eaten dinner and he should.

He turns on the TV and finds the app to open for the scary movie and he calls out “what do you wanna watch?” just as the doorbell rings and Frankie frowns, knowing it’s too late for trick or treaters now.

“Who the hell could that be?” You had turned off the light and frown as you come out of the kitchen. Frankie stands up but you wave him off. “I’ll get it.” You promise, opening the door and your eyes widen in shock at the sight of your ex boyfriend standing in the doorway.

Frankie frowns when he hears your gasp and he stands up, “what’s going on? Who is that?” He asks with concern lacing his voice. He walks over to the door and his frown deepens when he sees your ex standing there.

“What are you doing here?” You demand and he holds up his key ring. “Why the fuck doesn’t my key work?” He answers, making you scoff. “I changed the locks when you decided you were leaving.” You tell him. “You don’t get to just walk back into my house whenever you want.”

Frankie clenches his jaw, pissed that your asshole ex is back on the scene. Tonight really is a demonic event. He steps back, heart aching because he knows you might want to get back together with him. You’d mentioned how lonely you are and how you miss having a partner.

His eyes shift to Frankie behind you. Narrowing slightly in recognition. “What the fuck is he doing here?” Your ex puffs up, like he’s trying to be intimidating, but he just manages to look like a fool. “Frankie is here because I want him to be.” You snap. “Unlike you. So I’ll ask again, what the fuck are you doing here?”

Frankie doesn’t like his tone and he hovers. “I am here to see my son. I want to come home.” Your ex demands, “this is my house. I want to come back.” He says with his jaw clenched, “and you should let me come home now. It’s been long enough.”

“Not a fucking chance.” You roll your eyes and shake your head. “It’s too late to wake him up and you haven’t seen him in a year and a half. A YEAR AND A HALF!” You hiss angrily. “You aren’t coming back home. Your home is with whatever slut you were sleeping with.”

Frankie puffs his chest, angry for you, and he shakes his head at the audacity. “You can’t keep him from me.” Your ex growls and you shake your head, “you left. You left him. And me. For some slut that works at the shop.” Your ex scoffs, “she was good for sucking cock, that’s all.”

“And yet you threw away our relationship and didn’t see your son this entire time.” He must have gotten dumped. “He’s asleep and I’m watching a movie, so you need to leave.”

Your ex exhales through his nose, “this ain’t over. I’ll be back. He’s my son. You are mine. I won’t just give that up.” He growls and spins on his heel, stalking down the path to his truck.

“When you come back, why don’t you bring me a check for the last year and a half of child support!” You call after him, slamming the door and throwing the lock for good measure, unable to believe the audacity of that asshole. “Fucking prick!” You hiss to yourself.

Frankie clenches his jaw and flexes his fingers, tempted to head outside to find that prick. “I’m so sorry. I guess tonight if truly the fucking night of demonic appearances.” He scoffs and reaches for your hand, “do you wanna talk about?”

“We need a fucking drink.” You decide, turning back towards the kitchen to change the hot chocolate you were going to make for something stronger. “You think they planned this shit together?” You ask him, yanking a bottle of wine out of the fridge.

Frankie sighs, following you, “I don’t know. I think - I think they both had a feeling that we were finally happy without them and they decided to show up and fuck with us.” He snorts, walking over to you as you pour out the wine. “You sure you’re okay? I know he hurt you.”

“I’m mad for Alex.” It had always amused you that the boys had such similar names, especially since you and Frankie were the ones to pick them out. They always claimed there were twins and a few times, you wished that was true. So you could be with Frankie. “He just decides when he gets to be a father? He was a shit boyfriend, but I thought he loved his son.”

Frankie can’t help it. He reaches for you to pull you into his arms. “Come here, sweetheart. He’s an asshole. Don’t let him get under your skin. You have custody of Alex and there’s nothing he can do about it. Except pay his fucking child support.”

You lean into his hug, wrapping your arms around his waist and sighing. Breathing in the warm and safe scent of your neighbor. Hating how it instantly relaxes you and turns you on at the same time. “I fucking hate it.” You huff. “You don’t even know how many times I’ve wished you were Alex’s dad.”

Frankie kisses your hair, “me too. I wish - so many times I’ve imagined us as a family. You’re such a good mother. Exactly what Ale deserves and he loves you so much. I- I love you so much.” He reveals against your hair, closing his eyes as he prepares for your rejection.

“Oh Francisco….” You murmur softly, hugging him tighter before you pull away to look him in the eyes. “I love you too.” You confess, smiling at the way his eyes widen slightly in surprise. “I have been crushing on you since you moved in, but I really started falling for you once we were single parents together, helping each other out.”

Your loving gaze makes his heart pound in his chest and he knows this is real. You’ve both turned down your exes tonight and he can’t help himself. He cups your cheek and surges forward to press his lips to yours. Every emotion he’s felt for you comes out in full force as he pours himself into the kiss.

It’s passionate, hot, and even sweet all mingled together. You moan in relief, feeling the emotion course through you as you wind your arms around his neck and pull him closer. Waiting for this moment for so long has made you ravenous for him.

He groans into your mouth as you cling to him, making him realize that this is real. He’s kissing you. You love him. His fantasy is coming true and that makes him growl into your mouth, tongue sliding between your lips while his hands slide down to squeeze your ass.

You shiver, always suspecting that Frankie is a very physical man and it’s thrilling to find out how right you are. He might claim to have been shy as a boy, but the man he is now has no problem touching you. Your hands slide down his back and you roll your hips against a hardness that is rapidly growing and making you drip in anticipation.

Frankie groans into your mouth as he walks you backwards towards your sofa. Netflix is still on the TV and he sits down, dragging you into his lap. When you straddle him and press down onto his bulge, he groans your name and grabs your ass again. “Fucking love this costume.” He admits, “was gonna jerk off thinking about you wearing it.”

You giggle, pressing your lips to his jaw and scraping your teeth over his skin. He’s got a lovely little five o’clock shadow of hair and you know it will feel so good against your skin. “Me too.” You hum. “Disappointed you took your costume off. Mando could have fucked Leia.”

“Shit. I could go back to the house but I don’t think I can. I - I want you, baby. If you wanna eat popcorn and watch a movie and make out I’m happy for that but if you want, I wanna spread you out and lick at your pussy like I’ve dreamed of doing so many goddamn times before I make you cum on my cock.”

You groan, nodding breathlessly. “Take me to bed, Francisco.” You order, leaning in and kissing him hard on the mouth before pulling away. “I’ve been tested, had to after finding out he was cheating. I’m clean.”

Frankie groans when you shuffle off his lap. "I'm clean too. Got tested after she left and I haven't -" He cuts himself off as he stands and he watches you, growling as the need overwhelms him again and he bends over, wrapping his arms around your thighs to lift you over his shoulder.

Squealing in surprise turns to laughter, echoing down the hall and you can only hope you don’t wake the boys. “Caveman!” You giggle, smacking his ass as he strides down the hallway to your bedroom. He knows which one is yours, he’s been in it to fix the sink in your bathroom. “Fuck that’s so hot.” You moan, cunt clenching around nothing. “Dragging me off to fuck me.”

Frankie pushes your bedroom door open with his foot and throws you onto your bed after he kicks the door shut. He watches you bounce on your bed and he reaches for your ankle, "so fucking beautiful." He murmurs, sliding his hand along your calf.

There’s an appeal to his roughness. You don’t mind a little bit of manhandling at all, especially when it’s tempered with praise. “Goddamn you are sexy.” You groan, licking your lips as your eyes slide down to where his sweats are tented by his hard cock. “I swear to God I wouldn’t have survived you in a fucking uniform.”

He chuckles, “I still have my uniforms.” He smirks, “maybe we can have another costume night.” He teases and slides his hand higher until he’s pressing his fingers against your covered cunt. “Fuck. Can feel how wet you are.” He murmurs, his eyes focused on where his fingers are until they flick up to look at you. His hand slides up to squeeze your breast through your costume and he groans your name.

“Frankie, fuuuuuuuck.” You whine, pressing your hips down and wishing that there was nothing between the two of you. “I need you baby.” You beg softly. “Been turned on since I saw you in your costume and it’s only gotten worse. My clit is throbbing.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll suck on it.” He smirks as he reaches for the waistband, dragging the leggings you wore underneath the dress down to expose your panties beneath. “Take the top off.” He orders as he tosses the white bottoms over his shoulder.

You moan, sitting up and dragging your costume over your head and unclipping your bra after reaching behind you. “Fuck, I need you baby.”

He nods, “you’ve got me.” He promises as he leans back to admire your body. “Shit. You’re better than I imagined.” He confesses and groans as he shifts to kneel between your legs. “Fuck, you smell so good.” He murmurs as he kisses your stomach up to your breast. He slides his tongue along the underside of your tit until he takes your nipple into his mouth.

You moan, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of his mouth on you. “Frankie.” You gasp his name when he toys with your nipple with his teeth. “So good.”

He loves how you writhe under him and he’s barely gotten started. He groans against your skin, cock aching in his sweats but thankfully not as confined as jeans. He squeezes himself while his other hand trails along your thigh until he’s sliding his fingers through your folds.

“More.” You beg, already needing more from him and he’s barely touched you. “You don’t- you can just fuck me.” You bargain. You don’t want him to do it just because he feels like he has to. You’d rather you both enjoy sex, even if you probably won’t cum.

Frankie offers you a scoff and a shake of his head. “You have any idea how many goddamn times I’ve imagined you spread out like this? I’m gonna enjoy it.” He promises as he kisses down your stomach, “I want to taste you. Make you cum on my tongue. And my fingers. And my cock.” He murmurs between kisses until he’s between your thighs. He pushes them further apart to see your cunt properly. “Fuck. So pretty.” He murmurs before he leans in to slide his tongue through your folds.”

The way you keen should be a crime. He pulls it out of you with the flick of his tongue and the skill of his mouth. This is a man who enjoys eating pussy, not just viewing it as a chore. You moan his name, reaching down and twisting your fingers in the bedspread as he takes you apart lick by lick.

He loves how you taste. Tangy and sweet like a candy and he sucks your clit between his lips. His dark eyes watch you as he makes you moan, his hands sliding up so he can palm your tits, squeezing them until he pinches your nipples.

You bite your lip when you look down at him, his dark eyes focused on you like you are the only thing in the world. You love it, moaning his name again, you reach down and tangle your fingers in his hair.

Frankie groans, loving the way you tug on his hair as he laps at your clit. He desperately wants you to fall apart for him. He needs to taste your cum before he slides into you. “You’re so beautiful.” He murmurs before he sucks on your clit, his hand finding yours to squeeze it.

He is the beautiful one. Gorgeous between your thighs and looking up at you. You moan his name again and roll your hips down to meet his mouth. “Fuck, Frankie!”

He grabs your thighs, lifting them onto his shoulders so he feels smothered by you. He wants to drink you down, make you scream his name. He groans into your flesh when you tug on his hair again when he pushes his tongue into your pussy.

He grabs your thighs, lifting them onto his shoulders so he feels smothered by you. He wants to drink you down, make you scream his name. He groans into your flesh when you tug on his hair again when he pushes his tongue into your pussy.

You whine, feeling your entire body lurching and bucking in pleasure as he pushes his tongue deep. “Frankie!” You squeal, eyes closed tight and you feel like you’ve died and gone to heaven.

Your squeal makes his cock twitch, pre-cum soaking his sweats as he slides his tongue through your folds, pushing it deep again until he decides to flick the tip of his tongue over your clit. Eyes closed as he enjoys this moment that he’s imagined so many damn times.

He’s relentless, pushing his tongue deeper and curling it up. He wants you to fall apart, that is obvious from the determined set of his jaw. “Oh god, oh fuck, I’ve never - ever had someone be this eager.” You pant, unable to breathe he is flicking his tongue so deep inside you.

He pulls back to a second to look up at you, “then you’ve been sleeping with fucking idiots.” He growls before he dives back in, wanting to watch you fall apart for him before he slides inside you. His hands squeeze your flesh, his tongue pushing deep until his nose presses against your clit.

It’s hard to imagine sleeping with anyone better. Gasping when his prominent nose nudges you. His tongue quickly works you back up towards the edge and with one more flick of his tongue, you are sent spiraling, crying out loudly as you fall apart.

He holds you down as you spasm beneath his tongue. He’s aching, pressing into the mattress as he laps up every drop of your pleasure. He loves it. He loves you. “That’s it, baby.” He says between laps of his tongue until you’re pushing him away.

Your chest is heaving, breath heavy as your thighs shake and your cunt quivers in pleasure. “Oh fuck.” You moan. “Oh fuck, you’re so good. You’re so good, baby.” You praise, reaching down and needing to kiss him.

He shuffles up your body to press his lips to yours, his cock pressing against your thigh through his sweats and he’s so hungry for you. His tongue slides into your mouth, loving how you moan and taste yourself on his tongue while his hand cups your breast.

You want him. Reaching down, you hook your fingers under the waistband of his sweats and try to push them down, eager to touch him, to have him inside you. Gone is any worry about messing this up, you just need him.

When your fingers wrap around his cock, he groans and presses his forehead to your chin, watching your fingers squeeze him and he pants, “hold on, babe. Let me - let me take them off.” He pleads and you release him, letting him shift off the bed to kick off his sweats while he pulls his shirt over his head.

“Fuck, you are so gorgeous.” You moan, pressing your thighs together before spreading them wide in invitation. You want him to hurry up and fuck you. Needing that thick cock inside you. “That cock- fuck Francisco.” You whine. “I need it inside me.”

Frankie groans, wrapping his fingers around his cock as he kneels on the bed and shuffles closer. “You need it? Tell me how much you need it.” He demands, his free hand sliding through your slicked up folds.

“So bad, it hurts.” You promise him. “My pussy hurts, it’s so empty.” You probably aren’t making any sense, but you ache for him. Needing him to fill you up. “Fuck me, baby, I need you to fuck me.”

He chuckles at your whiny tone, loving it after imagining so many times how good you’d feel around him. He shifts closer, his slick fingers squeezing your thigh as he slides the head of his cock through your folds. Your whine is louder until it transforms into a moan as he starts to push into you, slowly stretching you out.

“Ohhhhhh godddddddd.” Your head tilts back and your eyes close as he fills you. Managing to scrub against every nerve inside your sensitive pussy and sink impossible deep. “So good.” You gasp, hands on his shoulders and fingernails digging into his skin slightly.

He shifts closer, resting his weight on his elbows, and he leans in to kiss along your neck. "So goddamn good around me. Always imagined you would be. So fucking perfect." He murmurs between kisses as he shifts his weight so he can caress your thigh.

He’s so fucking big inside you. Your walls are pulsing around him and every time he twitches, it feels like he’s poking against your cervix. “Fuck, move baby.” You beg, wanting him to wreck you. “Show me how you’ve imagined me.”

He nods, biting down on your chin as he squeezes your thigh, lifting it up higher, and he rocks into you. He’s slow and methodical. Loving the way you whimper when he pushes deep. “I love you.” He murmurs into your skin as he kisses your jaw.

Your fingers caress his shoulders and you sigh softly. “I love you too.” You breathe out quietly, feeling your heart swell happily. Your legs slide up high on his hips and then hook behind his ass. “So much.”

Frankie loves how you push on his ass to make him sink even deeper inside you. He groans, rocking into you a little faster, and he presses his lips to yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth.

It’s not as fast or as hard as you have imagined before, but it’s perfect. You feel everything and the emotions have you nearly tearing up as he kisses you like it’s the last thing he will do. Pulling him closer and kissing him back just as eagerly.

He loves how you feel around him, beneath him, and he rocks into you like he has all the time in the world. Slow and deep. "Feel good?" He asks against your jaw, voice raspy from emotion.

“Sooooo good.” He has no idea what he does to you, what he is doing to you. “You’re perfect, Frankie.” You turn your head and kiss up his jaw and then back down again, nipping his skin slightly.

"You're perfect." He murmurs, closing his eyes as you nip at his skin. His pace increases, his hand sliding under you to get you even closer to him.

You moan, feeling so connected to him right now. It’s like the two of you are one whole together. “You -You’re perfect.” You pant, gasping for breath as he steals it from you.

Frankie doesn’t respond, he wants to show you how perfect he thinks you are. You’ve been his rock since his ex left and he knows you’ll be there no matter what happens next. He rocks into you a little faster, adjusting the angle with each thrust as he tries to find the spot that makes you cry out. When he finds it, he groans at the way you clench around him, and he focuses on it. He wants you to fall apart for him.

He has to be the perfect lover. You cling to him, moaning and whining every time he pushes against that perfect spot deep inside you. He seems to love hearing your sounds so you don’t hold back. “Fuck, fuck baby, I love you.”

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Wanna feel it. Squeeze me. Fuck - wanna feel you cum for me.” He demands, focusing on that spot with a determination that matches when he’s flying.

It doesn’t take long to do exactly as he says. The insistent push of his hips and the strategic angle that he’s shredding up into you sends you over the edge with a sharp howl of his name as your vision goes white and stars bursts behind your eyes.

Frankie watches you as you fall apart beneath him and shit, it's gorgeous. Your eyes roll back and your body shakes beneath him as you enjoy the pleasure that rushes through your body. "So fucking beautiful." He murmurs and slows his pace, helping you ride through it while he kisses along your jaw.

You moan his name, almost upset that he’s slowed down. “Baby, I want to feel you cum.” You whimper, turning and pressing your lips to his and enjoying the way he groans into your mouth. “Want you to fill me up.”

“Not yet.” He groans, pulling out of you and you whine. He slaps your thigh, “hands and knees. Wanna make you cum again.” He demands, “wanna feel it one more time before I fill you up.” He squeezes his cock, slick with your juices.

“Oh god.” You huff, rolling over to your stomach and coming up on your hands and knees. You hadn’t expected multiple positions the first time around, but he’s full of surprises. “Fuck me baby.” You beg, looking back over your shoulder at him as you shake your ass enticingly.

He can’t resist smacking your ass with his free hand, squeezing the flesh as he shuffles closer to you. He groans your name as he slides his cock through your dripping folds. “Gonna make you cum again.” He promises as he pushes into you.

You groan in pleasure, your already fluttering cunt greedy for another orgasm. You can’t even remember the last time you’ve cum from anything except your toy and now you are being spoiled. “Gonna get me addicted.” You pant.

He chuckles, caressing your lower back, “that’s the point, babe.” He grabs your hips so he can start pulling out of you until he slams his hips against your ass, loving the way it jiggles and he can’t help pressing his thumb against your puckered hole.

You choke out his name, surprised by the action but you don’t pull away. You can’t, not when it feels so good. He’s downright filthy and you love it

He rocks into you, his other hand sliding down to rub your clit as he bends over you. He wants you to cum again for him and he wants to fill you up.

His chest is pressing into your back, pushing you down and you love how he feels. Surrounding you, overwhelming you. He’s completely in control and his fingers are pushing you towards another orgasm.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck. Pussy feels so good around me. Knew it would. Jesus, you’re so perfect. Wanted you for so long. Jerked off so many times imagining you.” He murmurs, groaning your name when your walls flutter around him. “That’s it. Cum for me. Wanna feel it again.”

You collapse down onto the bed, pressing your cheek to the cool sheets as he hammers into you. Squealing and moaning every time his hips slap sharply into your ass. He pinched your clit and you lurch forward, crying out in pleasure again.

“Fuck. That’s it. That’s it.” He grunts, rubbing your clit for a few more seconds before he slides his hand from beneath you. He grabs your ass, squeezing the flesh as he pushes into you over and over again. “Fuck. I’m gonna - I’m gonna. Gonna cum.” He warns you through gritted teeth as he closes his eyes when he can’t hold on any longer.

You feel his hips stutter, slamming into you one last time and grinding deep, the heat of his cum flooding your pussy walls and filling you up. It’s the best thing you’ve ever felt and you moan his name while he rides out his high, clenching down around him again.

Frankie leans over you, pressing his forehead against your back and he presses a soft kiss to your skin as he tries to catch his breath. His cock twitches inside you and he can't believe that just happened.

You melt into the bed, bringing him with you as he collapses on top of you. “Could sleep just like this.” You groan happily, closing your eyes and sighing softly.

He chuckles, kissing your shoulder, and he pulls out of you. He groans as he watches his cum well up between your folds. “So fucking pretty.” He murmurs, “everywhere.” He sighs as he flops to lay down beside you.

“You are pretty.” You hum, eyes still closed but there is a smile on your face. “We should have done that months ago. Maybe even a year.” You crack one eye open to look over at him in his gloriously disheveled state. “Fuck, you look even better post sex.”

He looks at you and chuckles, rubbing his chest that’s slick with sweat. “You do too. Yeah, we definitely should’ve done that earlier. But we have tons of time to make up for it.” He smirks, knowing the boys will be having lots of sleepovers now.

“Yeah?” You lean over and press your lips to his shoulder before rolling over to curl into him. “Plan on spending a lot of time in bed, Morales?” You tease.

He wraps his arm around you and he kisses your forehead. “Hell yeah. We got a lot of time to make up for.” He chuckles and enjoys the way you caress his chest. “And I want to go on a proper date. Like get Kelly down the street to babysit and we can dress up to go for dinner.”

“Fancy.” You tease, although it’s a very sweet sentiment. “I would go on a date with you. Of course.” Frankie dressed up would be so sexy and you haven’t been out in so long.

Frankie smiles, “good. I want to spoil you. You deserve so much better than that asshole.” He scoffs, “you deserve the damn world and I’m gonna give it to you.” He promises, turning his head to nudge your nose with his.

“Yeah?” You nudge him back and grin. “Why don’t we start with getting some of that leftover Halloween candy to share and we can go from there.”

“Fuck yes.” Frankie grins, “I’ll get the candy. You want a beer?” He asks and you nod. He shuffles off the bed and grabs his sweats, pulling them on before he disappears to your kitchen to grab some snacks. He pauses by the boys, slowly opening the door to see them both asleep and he shuts it softly. He can’t help but smile, his cheeks aching from how happy he is. He finally feels like things are happening for a reason. He has you, you love him, you have the boys and they are like brothers already. Despite your exes showing up like a goddamn demonic summoning, you and Frankie are together and that is definitely not a trick. It’s the best treat he’s ever gotten.

[intheorangebedroom]

The corner deli, part 2

Summary: Frankie takes you on a second date. Somehow, firearms are still involved...

Pairing: Frankie Morales x fem!reader

Rating: Explicit 🔞

A/N:  Happy Frankie Friday, Orange besties 🧡 Thank you so much for your kind response to part 1! I hope you like this part too (pun intended). And please, see the end notes 🧡

Word count: 4.1k (I managed to cram in nearly all my kinks, can I get a woot woot?)

[part 1] [blog masterlist]

Part 2: Crimson and Clover

“Isn’t it cheating, though?”

The carnival rifle looks comically small between his hands. He presses the trigger, and a fourth balloon explodes with a loud popping sound, amplified by the wooden box. You jump. He doesn’t even blink.  

“How is it cheating?” he asks, looking down at you with a cocked eyebrow as he casually reloads a tiny lead bullet into the rifle’s barrel. Wow. Competency, much?

“Well, you were in the Army. Don’t they train you to shoot at stuff?” you ask, eyes trained on the little target inked on his left hand.

He shrugs. 

“You want that teddy bear, or not?”

“I do. I do want the teddy bear. It’s– it’s a plush Grogu, but yes, I do want it.”

“The plush green alien, yea.”

You make a face, taking mock offense.

The date —he said it was a date, so you guess you can call it that, right?— has been going extremely well, so far. Conversation flowing easy, stolen glances that don't make you wanna crawl out of your skin; he’s asked you a lot of questions, but it didn’t feel forced. You’re not sure if your brain is not gonna ask for payback at 3am on a Sunday, but you're feeling relaxed and at ease. He’s paid for everything, the diner, the rides, even the cotton candy, but he didn’t make a show of it. You could get used to this. The hanging out, that is, not necessarily the paying for everything part. 

“I’m teasin’ you. I love Star Wars too.”

“You do? Wait, are you one of those fans who’s gonna tell me I am not a real fan because I haven’t read all the books and comics and I can’t speak Jawa, but really it’s because I got a vagina?”

“Do I look like the kind of man who feels threatened by a vagina?” 

Oh. Oh shit. Ok.  

“Guess not,” you whisper, ducking your head so he can’t see your cheeks, that are fucking burning up. 

“Star Wars is actually the reason I became a pilot.”

He brings the butt stock of the rifle to his shoulder, adjusting his aim, and oh boy, he’s a sight to behold. That poor t-shirt of his is pulled taut across the breadth of his shoulders, seams ready to burst. You admire the way his thick finger slides around the trigger guard, and in, before another balloon goes BOOM. 

The young man keeping the stand lets out an ostentatious sigh. He grabs a long pole with a hook at the end to get you the toy, but really, it looks more like it’s a pitchfork he’s gonna chase you away with.  

“How’s that?” you manage to articulate. 

“Han Solo is the coolest, and I wanted to be as cool as Han Solo.” 

He gives you a shy grin, setting the rifle down on the counter. 

“Shut up! I wanted to be Leia!”

His eyebrows shoot up.

“Is that so?” he asks, taking a step closer to you.

Oh. Oh. 

Oh, that’s close. He’s crowding you against the counter, towering over you, his heady scent wrapping around you and he gives you that cocky look that turns your legs into Jell-o.

“Yeah,” you whisper, trying your hardest not to stare at the dip between his collarbone, and the little freckles on the tanned skin of his neck. 

The stand employee shoves the ginormous Grogu into your back, propelling you into Frankie’s chest. The man is HOT. Like, really hot. His skin is on fire, you can feel the heat through his threadbare t-shirt.

“Can I take you and Grogu home now, or is it too fast?” he says, his breath fanning your lips. “I don’t know how these things are supposed to work.”

Oh god, his hips are pressing into yours.

“I’ve no idea either, but I think you’re doing fine.”

“Yea?”

“Mmh mmh,” is the only sound you manage to produce.

“Good. Let’s go. Gonna make you see stars,” he adds, pushing away from you, and he immediately winces at the lame joke.

“Wow. Really?” you laugh. 

He flinches, hiding his pretty face under the brim of his hat.

“Fuck…”

—

Well, he wasn’t lying. You saw stars. And then you saw stars again. And again. And then you saw some more.

But the first thing you see when you get to his place is how clean it is. Tidy, but in a lived-in way.  

It’s a one-bedroom apartment on the fourth floor of a brick building. The kitchen sink is empty, a single plate and set of cutlery drying on the metal rack next to it. Some magnets adorn the fridge, among which you recognize a picture by Manuel Álvarez Bravo, and another by Berenice Abbott, and you try to police your expression because these are your two favorite photographers and that’s a pretty freaky coincidence, right? 

You step into the living-room while he washes his hands. It’s cozy. A soft amber glow pours in from the streetlights through the three narrow windows, behind a big slouchy leather couch. There’s a plant that looks alive and well on the console next to it, and an entire wall of seemingly handmade shelves, lined with books. The TV is old, downright ancient, and there’s a turntable propped onto a vintage stereo. An opened book lies face down on the coffee table. 

You crane your neck to read the title. Engineering Circuit Analysis. Okay, so that won’t be a conversation starter. 

You don’t know if the place always looks this tidy or if he cleaned it because he thought you might be coming over, and you’re not sure if the sheer assumption shouldn’t be a red flag, given it’s only the second time you’re seeing the guy, but you find that you don’t care. You really don’t. Not in the least. 

He joins you in the living-room, but he doesn’t turn the lights on. He’s taken his hat off and he’s combing his fingers through his thick mane of curls, and that sight alone was worth driving all the way here in his truck. 

“Want something to drink?” he asks, and that’s a very good question, do you want something to drink? 

You should, probably, because your mouth is so dry you can’t even gulp, and your nerves could use some alcohol, but you just stand here, like an idiot, watching him walk slowly toward you, wondering how close he’s gonna get before he stops walking.

Very close, apparently.

He looks so fucking tall and broad, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to it, but then again, it’s only the second time you see him. He leans over you, you have to twist your neck up to keep your eyes on his, but really, what you want to do is chew on his lips. Or his neck. You’re not picky.

He hooks his index fingers into the belt loops of your jeans to draw you in. Fuck, now your panties are ruined.

Time goes in slow motion as he licks his lips, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your mouth. 

“I’m gonna kiss you now. Is it ok?”

“Yes, please.”

Yes, please, Jesus fucking Christ, can you get any more cringe?

“There’s a lot of things I’m wanna do to you, if I gotta be honest,” he adds.

Oh, there, you can gulp. You think people might have heard you swallow from the other side of town.

“Okay. You can… do your worst, Morales.”

“You sure? Because my worst is… You need to tell me if–”

“Yes. I’m sure. You got my consent. All of it. Please.”

Who needs dignity? Not you. Not today.

“You’re fucking adorable, you know that? I am going to ruin you.”

You hate meeting new people. Meeting guys. You hate that whole dance, when you have to pretend you don’t really wanna fuck each other, oh but really you do, you hate getting undressed in front of a literal stranger, the awkwardness of it, new skin, new touch, everything grosses you out and you feel like curling into a ball inside your own skin, waiting for it to be fucking over. 

But this, this is different. Of course, it’s different, everything has been since you’ve laid eyes on him across that aisle in the corner deli.

You want him. God, you’re practically vibrating with it. And you want him to want you, too. 

He presses his lips to yours, and it’s subtle, the delicate, albeit insistent press of it, testing but also very much signifying you he’s gonna do everything he said he would, pulling you closer with your belt loops. 

Fuck it, you think. Fuck it. You want this. All of it. The taste of him and the weight of him and his touch and his skin. 

Your eyes flutter shut and you lean into the kiss with a quiet little moan, your hands traveling up his large back, balling his t-shirt in your fists. He doesn’t miss a beat, his hand comes up to cup your face, fingers carding through your hair and you feel the wet glide of his tongue, prompting you to open. 

You do. Oh god, you do, and you taste the cotton candy as he licks into you. There’s the little tickle from his mustache, the pressure on your waist, the sparkling tingle along your spine and everything is delicious. His other hand is kneading at the curve of your hip, sliding down to your ass and he grabs you there, strong fingers splayed right between your cheeks, it’s firm and hungry and commanding.

He pulls you flush into him, and with a gently swaying motion against your belly, he lets you feel it. Feel what you do to him. Feel how much he wants you.  

Your body goes slack and tense at the same time, loose limbs, loose chest, clenching cunt and hardening nipples. 

“Fuck,” he gasps, pulling away just a bit, “fuck, you’re sweet.”

He doesn’t give you time to answer, not that you’d know what to say, his mouth is on yours again, his plush lips a perfect fit against yours, his tongue swirling inside you. And the kiss lingers, languid, unhurried, his hands roaming your figure, strong and slow, kneading your curves and using the grip to press you closer and closer into him.

When your fingers thread through his hair, you give his locks a little tug that has him grunting into your mouth. He breaks the kiss, but his mouth remains on you, lips sucking along the edge of your jaw, teeth scraping down your throat, slick pooling sticky and wet between your hips. 

There’s the ghost of a bite over your pulse point; you moan into it and suddenly, time accelerates. His kisses get frantic, he’s devouring you, only lifting his lips off your skin to tug off your t-shirt, deft fingers unclasping your bra. You pull so hard on his shirt you might as well rip it, but he only bites you harder, pushing into you stronger. The back of your knees hit the coffee table, you fall onto the couch. 

And that’s when everything slows again.

His gaze, raking over your naked breasts as he stands before you. His tongue darting between his parted lips. His movements, as he unbuckles his belt. 

You get lost in the sight of his chest, bare, broad, golden in the orange semi-darkness. 

“Take off the rest of your clothes, baby,” he says, and the endearment shoots right through you. 

You’re never recovering from this night, this much you can tell. You’ll want this man forever, you are so fucked. 

You manage to get rid of your shoes and your jeans, but it’s a damn miracle with how much your hands are shaking. He’s toed off his boots and unbuttoned his pants without taking his eyes off you even for a split second. 

There’s something carnivorous in the half-smile dancing on his lips. He’s palming the bulge tenting his black boxer briefs, and you’re about to slide off your panties without a second thought when he stops you. 

“Wait. Bedroom. C’mere.”

Yes, sir. 

You stand up on wobbly legs and his hand skims around the curve of your hip, down the swell of your ass. He takes your arm, lifts it up to wrap around his neck, and you follow, diligently, circling your other arm around his broad shoulders. 

He picks you up like you fucking weigh nothing, how strong is this guy? What do they feed them in the Army? 

He keeps you there for a moment, your legs wrapped around his tapered waist, skin on skin, his head slightly tilted up and his eyes boring into yours. His hands grasping your ass cheeks, a bruising grip, the tip of his fingers reaching into that hollow curve at the top of your thighs, under the line of your panties, where you’re soaked with want for him. 

Your heart is beating so fast, pounding so hard, it’s going to tear out of your chest. Land right into his. 

The crease in his brow deepens, his gaze on you intensifies, thoughts clouding his rich brown eyes. He opens his mouth, as if to say something, but closes it again.   

“Frankie—” you start, but he cuts you in. 

“Wait. I need to know this is not a one-time thing. I’m gonna see you again, right?”

“Oh,” you breathe out.

There are people laughing outside in the street. The sound of a police siren in the distance. A dog barking. You commit everything to memory. The amber darkness, the city noises, the hope in his eyes. The sensation of his strong hold, and that of your hardened nipples grazing his chest. 

“Yes. Yes, please,” you whisper, and he smiles, that wide dimpled smile you’d do everything for, his fingers burrowing a little deeper into your flesh. 

He carries you into the bedroom, bathed in the same orange semi-darkness, and lays you onto his bed. You sink into the fluffy cottony material of the comforter that smells like him. Leather and musk and safety. He hovers over you, eyes locked on yours. 

He rocks gently into you, just a faint press, his waist spreading your hips open, his hands roaming along the expanse of your naked skin, palming your breasts. The fabric of his tight boxers catches at your soaked panties, the button of his jeans biting into your belly. 

“Can I taste you?” he asks, his voice a low husk, and for a second, you think he’s asking if he can kiss you again, but you quickly register, and your eyes grow wide. 

You nod, unable to articulate around the anticipation swelling in your throat. 

He makes a start at moving over you, but stops, and instead leans in to kiss you again. A wide, hungry kiss, licking into you avidly, pressing into you greedily, swallowing your moans as your fingernails run through his nape and into his hairline. 

He pulls away, and you all but whine, chasing his lips, rising to your elbows. Unwavering, he moves down on the bed, and there’s another flash of that carnivorous smile as he takes off his jeans, as he kneels between your legs. 

You watch, wide-eyed and ragged breath, as he brushes his knuckles along that curve at the top of your thigh, thick fingers hooking under the elastic band of your panties, pulling it to the side. He smiles at you again, before his head dips. 

His tongue parts your fold, and your head lolls back between your shoulders with a strangled cry. His hand pushing up the back of your knee, spreading you wider than you ever thought your body capable of, he licks into you with a rumbling groan. 

The curled tip of his tongue dives deep into your cunt, tasting you with thorough strokes, but he lifts his head with a pained grunt and a sliver of self-consciousness rips through your chest. 

“Fuck, baby, I think you’re going to ruin me.”

Your arms buckle, your back hitting the mattress, and he slides your panties down, twisting them around his wrist, before hooking your legs over his broad shoulders, and he buries his face into your cunt again. 

The wet glide of this tongue is hot and heavy, licking in broad stripes, sucking on your clit, thrusting into you. Arousal pools in, sticky and rich, at the base of your spine, streaming down your walls. You moan and wither against his mouth, and he chases your movements, cueing his ministrations to your reactions. 

Wet, explicit sounds fill the bedroom. He plays you like an instrument, your hips bucking against his face, wanton whimpers spilling out of you like music, fingers threading through his curls, and he brings you close, so close to your release, without ever letting you tip over the edge.

He’s taking his sweet time about it, true to his word, and you're begging now, sweet little moans you didn’t know your voice could carry, Frankie, Frankie please.

Gently, he eases your legs down, sitting back on his haunches on the bed. It’s a hitched breath, a broken little cry as cold air hits your soaked cunt but he runs a soothing hand along your inner thigh. 

“Shh, I got you, baby. I got you.”

Empty. The word flashes through your dazed brain, and you turn your head to the side to hide your face in the comforter. 

You’re empty, and you want him to fill you up. And you don’t know what you’re hiding from, if it’s from him or the embarrassment of being so fucking needy or the magnitude of your desire, but there’s this abyss inside you only him can fill and fuck, you’ve never felt this vulnerable before. Why now? Why him?

His finger presses at your entrance and you let out a quivering breath. A shallow thrust, an easy glide, and he adds another. Your back arches with relief. A flex of his digits, and he’s stroking a soft spot inside your cunt you didn’t know existed. 

With your last shred of strength, you lift your head up. He’s watching you, his boxers pulled down, practiced fingers circling his cock, dragging slowly up and down along the length of it. The orange glow from the streetlights ripples over his skin in amber shades and dark shadows. Your eyes trace the broad span of his chest, his strong, corded neck, the dark crown of his curls. 

The man looks like a fucking god.  

“Jesus,” you whimper, and he chuckles, that wolfish smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The bottom half of his face glints in the semi-darkness, shiny with your slick. Precome dribbling over his knuckles. This is fucking filthy. You revel in it.

Your head drops with a soundless laugh, hips swaying along with his stroking fingers. 

You’re going to lose your mind with how good it feels, you think, but then it gets even worse, or better, when he lowers his thumb to your clit, rubbing smooth circles over it and your chest heaves with a silent plea. 

Soon, a tremor sizzles along your thighs, your release coiling brisk and strong at the center of you. It builds up like electricity, like liquid fire, potent and fast and white-hot.

Your entire body is alight with it, it travels down every nerve-ending and you come undone, you fucking unravel, his name dragging out on your lips. 

He lowers himself to slant his mouth over your cunt and you recoil, but he’s careful, his tongue darting swiftly into you, drinking your release with greedy groans. 

When he’s sure to have it all, he moves back over you, his face out of focus through your glazed eyes, the bulk of him engulfing you, his heady scent filling your lungs. 

“Wanna taste how sweet you are?” he asks, and you nod, sprawled out, boneless, pliant. 

His hand hinges your jaw open, thumb on your bottom lip. His spit rolls down his tongue into your open mouth and his hooded eyes, black with want, flicker down to your throat as you swallow it all. 

“Oh, you’re a good girl,” he marvels, and the praise is like a shockwave, like a second high, it coats your palate and sticks to your skin. You could swear it’s fucking tangible. 

You need more, more of him, more of that, but you’re not sure what’s next. This is uncharted territory. No man has ever prioritized your pleasure over his, before. 

You lift your hips off the mattress, bucking into him, but he frowns.

“If you need time—”

“I need you inside me,” you plead. 

“It’s a lot more than two fingers, baby,” he warns and yes, you can tell, with the heavy weight of his cock thrumming hot and angry against your belly. 

“I can take it.”

He huffs a smile, but it quickly falls when you tip your chin, wrapping his thumb between your lips. Your tongue curls around the pad of it as you suck on it, and you hear him gulp. One all. 

Oh, but he was right, it’s more, much more than two fingers, and his first thrust, however gentle, however shallow, has you squirming around the stretch of him. Your fingernails digging into his arms, he grunts with the effort, pushing in slowly, pulling out, and in again, sweat beading along his spine, restraint tensing his jaw. 

You lift your head, scraping your teeth over that bare patch in his scruffy jaw. 

“I can take it,” you repeat, and he growls, head dropping into the curve of your neck, sinking his sharp teeth into the soft skin at the base of your throat. 

He shoves himself in down to the base, and you cry out, but he doesn’t stop. He moves into you. With deep thorough thrusts, fast-paced and rough, he fills you up, just like you wanted, just like you asked, skin catching around his girth at your entrance. Sucking hard on the tender skin of your neck, sharp little bruises blooming in purple flecks along the column of your throat. 

Knees hitched up high along his sides, you feel sweat breaking on your forehead as you ease into his relentless rhythm, into the impossible size of him, into the pleasure-pain, because this is what you wished for. To feel him tonight. To feel him still tomorrow. And perhaps the day that follows. 

His grunts fan the shell of your ear, sending more slick rushing down your walls. His hand squeezes your breast, his trigger finger and thumb pinching your nipple, merciless, and your cunt starts to flutter along his length, a frantic collapsing of your walls, eyes clenched shut under your pinched brow. 

“Oh god, I’m so close,” you whine, and he straightens up without breaking his rhythm. 

“I wanna see your face when you come on my cock”, he growls, hooking his elbow under your knee, using it for leverage to bear you down on his cock as he picks up the fucking pace. 

His broad hand splayed reverently over your belly, the heel of it is a steady pressure over your clit, and when you come, your whole body quaking with the force of your second relief, he quickly follows, pulling out just in time to spurt thick pearly ropes over your quivering skin. 

“Oh shit, look at you,” he pants, before he collapses on the bed next to you, chest heaving. 

You lie there side by side for a beat, the room around you slowly coming back into focus. That damn dog is still barking, the night traffic a low and distant hum. 

Would it… would it be okay, acceptable, if you gathered his come with your fingers and licked them clean? Could you ask him to fuck your mouth, next? Or should you scamper off the bed to gather your clothes and leave? What’s the common protocol here? No one has ever turned you into this feral, greedy little monster before.  

He clears his throat. Oh fuck, that’s it. He’s gonna politely hint that you should now be leaving the premises. 

“Can you stay the night?”

Your eyes flutter shut. A hindered little sob rattles inside your chest. You address a heartfelt thank you to your lucky star for the midnight cravings that placed you in that corner deli the same night as him. Fuck, you’ll throw one in for that armed robber too.

“Do you want me to stay?” you ask.

He turns to his side to face you, folding his arm and propping his chin in his hand. His soft brown eyes meet yours. And there’s that gentle smile that swells up your heart three sizes.

“Yes, please.”

****

End note: the opening scene is very much inspired by one of the fair scenes in Anchor Stitch, on Ao3. Not for every one, but one of my all-time favourites. Also, this is fanfiction, so I wasn't going to bother with a fucking condom, but I know you're smarter than that.

Part 1

[enviedear]

nervous neighbor ⟶ ben solo

description ⌙ you're back at home from university, living with your parents for the summer because it's cheaper than trying to pay for an apartment while on a student's salary. but after you meet the new neighbor's son, ben solo, you're not so sure it's worth it.

pairing ⌙ neighbor!ben solo x f!reader

warnings ⌙ inebriated reader & ben, they're smoking weed and being petty together, mean!ben because when do i not make him a bit mean, ben jokingly attempts to solicit reader, reader has a blatant sort of fascination with ben, ben has severe blatant yearning for reader, reader is described to need a belt to wear ben's pants (don't question me it comes up), some high kisses (they're so fun oops), somewhat getting caught, tiny little bitty cliffhanger, ben's personality is totally based off this brent faiyaz song lmao

word count ⌙ 3.5k

— request (frl especially for ben/kylo) | masterlist

i love the idea of neighbor!ben so ofc i had to put my thoughts into a little fic! if anyone is interested... i wouldn't be mad at making this a series. i love neighbor!ben!

the sun is low in the sky, casting a warm and appreciated golden glow on the world around you. you revel in the sanctity of the suburban environment as you step outside your front door. the rays burn into your exposed shoulders, spaghetti straps lightly digging into the skin.

the fragrant scent of freshly cut grass hangs heavy in the air, leaving an earthy flavor in your mouth. you pull at the hem of your shorts, feeling the soft fabric brush against your exposed thighs as you make your way to the black mailbox straight ahead.

you flip through bills and junk mail, all in your parent's name for a minute before you hear the unmistakable rev of a car engine approaching. the engine seems to purr the closer it gets, and you're all too familiar with the sound. you feel glued to your spot as it approaches.

soon enough, ben solo's sleek aston martin swerves into his driveway, coming to a stop just a few feet away from his closed garage door. you watch as he gets out of the car, his dark hair falling messily over his forehead, and meets your gaze with his severe brown eyes.

there’s something about the way he looks at you that causes your heart to race. the sensation is unwanted or, at least, you tell yourself it is.

he looks like he always does; clad in dress pants and a pristine button-up, face etched with subtle haughtiness, and pink lips curved into a deliciously heretical grin. the previous sanctity you felt dissipates as his stare beats down on you, hotter and more all-consuming than the sun above.

"neighbor." he anoints, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "how much allowance are mommy and daddy giving you for checking their mail?"

"very funny," you retort, eyes rolling, "maybe they're drawing from the same funds your parents did when they bought you that ridiculous car."

you liked playing this game with ben. where he attempts to seem as if he's got something over you, some unspoken win. as if you're not both twenty-somethings still living with your parents.

he does have an actual retirement plan type job though, so, perhaps, he has you beat in some areas.

he works full-time, a fact you learned after dinner with your parents and his. brought up by your parents so they could dote on him— effectively buttering up han and leia further. the ass-kissing earned the family privileges to their in-ground pool though.

he's pretty prestigious, unfortunately. ben organa-solo, the youngest associate at his legal firm. he apparently had over forty offers of employment before he ever even looked at the bar exam.

he's doing well, sure— but the sheer fact that he still lives with his parents is enough to quell your nuanced jealousy. somewhat.

"my db-nine can never be called ridiculous. do you know the specs on this car?" he taunts, opting to lean against his aforementioned car.

you begin to turn away from him, not willing to go into a conversation regarding his stupidly expensive automobile. you can feel your ears warming as you try to ignore him, but ben is relentless, as usual, "you know, you really should relax a little, i'm only joking, kid.."

"excuse me?" you snap, fronting him again and crossing your arms defensively, "i am plenty relaxed, solo. thank you very much."

in truth, you haven't been relaxed or even casual since the organa-solo's moved in eight months ago. wealthy and recently retired, leia and han are amusing, charming, and almost constantly travelling.

the pair managed to befriend your parents the second they moved in. bringing over a plate of brownies, the duo easily meshed with your parents, making for countless dinners, conversations, and visits between the two homes.

the opposite can be said for ben and you. when you finally met him, a few weeks after his parents moved in, it was because he was yelling at your dog for 'purposely' pissing on one of his tires. since then, you haven't exactly seen eye to eye.

"mhm, of course," he drawls sarcastically, "that's why you're always so wound up,” he’s smirking now, "you ever thought about smoking a joint or something? might help you chill out."

"really?" you scoff, raising an eyebrow, "that's your solution? drugs?" you choose to ignore his quip about you being tightly wound. as if he's not— you've seen him after work, he always looks tense, shoulders tight. at the recollection of his job title makes you almost comment on his choice of illegal activity, but you stop yourself.

maybe this was his vice after hours of listening to legal jargon?

"i'm just offering a suggestion. i've got pot and an empty house." his voice is biting, holding his hands up defensively, "take it or leave it, kid."

your mind is wrought with confusion over his words. in the few months you’ve known him, you would have never thought he’d be suggesting what he is.

ben solo, who drives an aston martin, only wears button-ups or suits, and is always willing to make you look or feel idiotic, is trying to convince you to smoke pot with him.

you worry for a brief second if you’re deluded.

you would have never suspected the famed judiciary to unwind in such a way.

no, your first guess would have been whiskey, or maybe something a bit more scandalized and indecent. you try to shake that idea out of your head.

"fine," you blurt it out before you can stop yourself, surprising both you and the arrogant figure in front of you.

"seriously?" ben questions, his eyes widening in apprehension. "you're actually going to do it?"

"yeah, solo," you shrug, drawing out the first word, trying to sound more resolved than you feel, "nothing i haven’t done before."

"okay, cheech," he mutters, grinning wickedly, "let me smoke you out."

you follow him into his house, heart pounding in your chest. you're familiar with the layout— almost identical to your own home, only nicer. everything is nicer.

the air inside is cool and smells faintly of lavender, mixed with something decadent you can’t quite place. glancing around the space, you take it all in. it feels different now that you're alone with ben. less homey and more belly of the beast.

there are windows everywhere, letting in an abundance of natural light despite the evident tint. the furniture is modern and obviously hand-picked though comfortable and no doubt, expensive.

you try to make yourself cozy on the couch, tucking your legs underneath you. ben disappears for a moment and returns with a tray, a red grinder, a lighter, and a baggie of green herbs.

your hands go clammy as you watch him grind it down. you try to wipe them on your pants, hoping he doesn’t notice.

he doesn’t seem to, instead beginning to roll a joint, packing the herb down with his thumb. his movements, precise and hypnotic. he's defiling all previous conclusions you had of him. he’s sure, magnetic, and undeniably confusing.

“ready?” he asks, holding the rolled paper out to you. you nod, and he lights up the twisted end, inhaling deeply before passing it over to you.

you place the joint to your lips, feeling the warmth of the light spark grazing your fingers. the earthy plant kindles with a soft crackle, and you inhale deeply. smoke fills your lungs, coiling inside you.

the cloudy smoke immediately hits your entire sinus system, choking you on its descent down.

you cough and ben laughs, “shit, take it slow, kid.” he huffs, before handing you a tepid water bottle, no question he figured you'd wind up coughing a lung.

you drink gratefully, feeling the water cleanse your burning throat. you look at ben, who’s watching you intently.

your eyes are watery and slightly hazy, but ben has never look better. eyes red and low, posture easy with one arm behind his head, and faint pink flush.

“what?” you ask, self-conscious. the room seems to swirl around as ben sits beside you, close enough that you can feel the heat of his body.

"nothing, neighbor," his stare is mocking, "do you feel relaxed yet?" he asks with a smirk.

you give him a meager thumbs-up, suddenly lightheaded and giggly. your thoughts are wondering to ben's pretty lips, but your mouth remains whetted and silent. adorning thoughts remaining within your capricious mind.

the tension in your body melts away, and you lean back against the couch cushions, letting out a deep sigh. ben's hand brushes against yours to steal the joint away, and you feel the heat of his touch all the way to your toes. it's as if the world has narrowed down to just the two of you, and nothing else exists.

“are you cold?” he asks, taking a drag, dress shirt sleeves rolled up, leaving his arms on full display.

you look at him, bewildered for a second, and he continues with an eye roll, “you’re shivering.”

looking down at your body, you note that you indeed are. either from the weed or the proximity you have to your novel neighbor.

with a gentle breath, you reply, “i guess.”

he holds the joint with his lips as he stands to look down at you, “c’mon i’ve got blankets in my room.”

you look up at him, unsure of what to say, but find yourself bobbing in agreement. you follow him upstairs, the both of you languid in reaching the destination. when you do finally get to his room, you note the array of muted jewel tones and dim light, different than the rest of the house.

ben keeps his blinds partially closed and curtains that mostly fall in front of them. his bed is huge, pristine white sheets and an inviting navy bedspread.

you watch as he pulls out a thick woolen blanket from his closet and spreads it over your shoulders. you feel the weight of it settle over you, cocooning you in warmth.

"better?" he asks, voice low.

you nod again, feeling the hazy ardor of the drug swimming through your body. everything feels fuzzy, and for the first time you don't feel so out of place with ben.

he takes a seat beside you on his all too comfortable bed, the aroma of his pomelo-scented cologne filling your senses. you discern it's probably dangerous in some way to be alone with ben like this, but you can't seem to bring yourself to care or reason why.

you let yourself peer into his large and expansive open closet. clothes, mostly suits and dress shirts, hang neatly on identical black hangars. he's tidy. the fact feels unmistakable, and you think you should already know just by the way he carries himself.

ben's voice interrupts your absent mind, "anything you like?"

you look back at him, leaning up against the headboard of his bed, joint billowing smoke from its rested position in his fingers. he looks less severe like this, less perfect, more mortal.

you're certain the drug has taken effect now because when you move to get closer to him, it feels as if you're floating.

you take the joint from him, stealing another hit before replying, "you just have a lot of suits. i wonder if you own anything besides them. i've never seen you in anything but."

"is this one of your long-winded jokes?" he briefly closes his eyes, but you can see them roll through his lids, "because if so, i'll kick you out. i won't hesitate to send you back to your house, neighbor."

snorting, you take yet another hit of the joint, "i did see something i liked, actually." you confess, your drugged mind deciding to be just a bit genuine.

he hums, "really? i've never seen you in a suit, or anything formal."

the sentence sounds stupid coming out of ben's mouth, but you chalk it up to his tipsy state, "maybe you will. one day."

your reply sounds equally as dumb, but you feel good, and you're actually having a conversation with ben. one that doesn't involve him undermining you or snickering at what you're saying.

"really? wanna try mine on? for practice." ben is smirking, eyes narrow, searing, and bloodshot.

you give him a ditzy look, joint still dangling from your fingers, "whatever, solo."

ben lets out a genuine giggle at that, and in your inebriated state, you smile at the sound. his dimples are on full display as he leans further into his cushioned headboard, eyes glazed and focused purely at you, "i'll pay, if you do."

his face is gentle, almost winsome, but the words that tumble out of his mouth sound murky— riddled with a slight hint of hunger. for what exactly? you're not sure.

your lips contort into a frown before you reply, "you'll pay me to put on your clothes? god, ben how much did you smoke?"

you mean for your words to come off as a joke, easy and light. instead, it comes out as timid and shy. you'd normally feel a tinge of embarrassment but either the drug or ben's starved stare makes the would-be feeling detach from your mind.

"enough." he shrugs, answering your rhetorical question, "i've got five hundred in my wallet right now," he pauses, leaning over to you and grabbing the joint, fingers brushing against yours, "and i want a show."

your mind seems to blank for a second, leaving you to blink your dry, red eyes in front of him. when the small wave of shock subdues, you reply, "i don't know how to give you a show."

ben shakes his head slightly, his eyes still set on yours, “yeah you do. swear it's not hard, kid.”

“says you,” you giggle, “but i’ll try on your clothes. for the money.”

he breathes in, contented, “for the money.”

without much more thought, you rise from his plush bed and make way for the closet. it's big enough to be another room, a stark contrast from your own closet, and it smells of his citrusy cologne merged with the lavender scent throughout the home. you find it comforting.

you look back over your shoulder, ben's watching you intently from his seated position, "what should i start with, solo?"

he hums before replying, "your pick, neighbor. what's mine is yours."

you can't help the dorky smile that graces your lips at his sentiment, even though you know he's being flippant. you hastily turn away from him, hiding your weak-willed reaction.

taking a deep breath, you begin to rummage through his wardrobe. your fingers brush against the luxurious fabric of his suits before settling on a satin black button-up that looks silky smooth to the touch.

you grab it and turn around to face ben, who's now standing and walking towards you, his eyes fixed on the shirt in your hand.

"that's a good choice," he says, his voice low and husky, "you'll look better in it than i do."

you roll your eyes at his comment but can't help the warmth that shoots through your body at his words. you quickly slip it over your cropped tank, eager to see it on.

as you're buttoning it up, you feel his swarthy eyes on you, watching your every move. you can't help but feel giddy with his ardent gaze and your own euphoric state of mind.

as you finish up the last button, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the ornate mirror hung upon one of the closet walls. you look decadent in his pompous shirt.

the feeling of contentment that washes over you is startling.

it's a beautiful cut of fabric, but it's the way it represents the achieved man behind you that has you stalling. you notice ben's breath hitch as he takes in the sight of you.

"i was right. it looks much better on you." he says, his voice rough.

you grin at him, feeling a newfound confidence wash over you, "is that right, solo?" you question, your demeanor one of leisure.

without warning, ben steps forward, right hand coming to rest on your shoulder as he leans down to you, "here," he says, his breath hot against your ear, "you missed the first button."

his fingers dance at your chest, fastening the skipped button. you fight a smile at the act, keening at his rash action. high ben is certainly less sardonic than sober ben, finding a nice middle ground at graceful teasing.

"you pick the pants, and grab a belt so that they'll fit." you smile.

he hums, pulling away and trifling through his clothes. his nimble fingers card through various pairs of slacks, settling on a matching black pair.

he turns on his heels, facing you. he raises his brows, a silent request for you to take the pants. when you do, his hands begin to fumble with his belt.

your eyebrows scrunch in confusion, "what are you doing?"

"i want you to wear this one. just let me play dress up with you, doll." his black locks are falling into his eyes.

you huff out a weak chuckle, focused on his action and new endearment. when the belts slides away from him, you notice the way his slacks droop slightly.

with a curt and nervous smile, you slide up the dark pants, fitting his belt around your hips afterward.

you study yourself in the mirror, opting to tuck the shirt into the pants messily— an attempt to somewhat display your waist.

ben comes up behind you, hands resting on your shoulders, humming into the top of your head, "i quite like you this way. ever thought about getting an office job for me?"

you give him a sarcastic pout, "for you?"

he smiles, canines showing, "yeah, doll, just for me."

you're dizzy at his words, "yeah, then who'd watch my parent's house all day? it's a full-time job being a stay-at-home daughter, you know."

ben groans a bit at your words, "that makes you sound like a little brat, you know." he drawls out the last two words, mocking.

you smirk, facing him now, lips becoming level with his when he leans down to stare into your eyes, "my mom calls me a brat sometimes. she says i'm never going to find someone acting like one," you pause for a beat, "d'you agree, ben?"

at the emphasis of his first name he sighs and lets his hands fall to your waist, "i agree that you're a fuckin' brat," he cranes his head closer, breath brushing against your lips, "but i don't think i mind very much."

your eyes flutter against your better judgment, and ben takes an evident note of the fact. his hands tighten at your waist, fingers digging in possessively. you feel a beat of caution before it flies away from your resolution. you press forward just as he does the same, lips meeting in a slow, heady, absolutely exalting kiss.

ben's fingers dig into you, timidly pulling you further into him. you crumble at his touch, hands fisting into his hair as he deepens the kiss further. he tastes of sweet honey and sunlight that fills you with warmth and affection.

you're both weakly fighting for more— an incessant craving for each other that quickly overtakes your common sense. the looming man continues to cast an unbreakable spell with each aching kiss as his gentle hands caress every inch of exposed skin on your body.

you let his hands fumble with the buttons of the borrowed shirt, slowly slipping it away from you. it brushes past your shoulders, and ben breaks the hungry kisses to trail sloppy ones on your exposed neck.

you're lost in the feeling of him— all-consuming. neither one of you willing to be pulled back to reality— but eventually you both have to break away from one another with heavy breaths and flushed cheeks. ben looks down at you with an amused grin on his face before planting a chaste kiss on the top of your head.

you hum and he mutters against you, "you like that? hm?"

"duh," you steal a glance up, "feels s'nice." there's a stupid grin stuck to your face.

"you taste so good, doll," he places a teasing kiss at the dip at the bottom of your neck, "and your lips are so fucking soft."

you give him a questioning look, lips upturned, "really? sounds wild coming from the same man that just called me a brat."

he hums darkly, "you being a brat," he places another kiss to your exposed neck, "just makes this little game of ours more interesting," one of his hands lifts your chin, pulling you closer, "c'mere, kid."

his lips are back on yours, less languid and with much more fervor. you feel so full in his arms. divinely entangled in the coveted luxury of ben organa-solo.

suddenly, you hear commotion from downstairs, drugged mind abruptly anxious.

"what's that?" your voice is barely above a whisper.

ben growls, "fuck— i'm sorry doll, i think my parents are home." you catch the faint flush on his cheeks.

you bite your lip, concerned, "but... i'm high. and wearing your clothes."

ben is about to say something else when the deep baritone of han solo's voice booms from behind his closed bedroom door, "come on out, son. the neighbor's are over for dinner. their daughter should be here soon," han's voice drops a bit, "and try to ease up on the flirting this time, okay?"

you stifle an uninhibited giggle, earning a glare from ben.

"yeah, sure. just let me get out of my work clothes," he peers down at you, eyes wicked, "don't want them to think it's all i own."

your eyes widen at his subtle dig, and he seems to revel in your amusement.

han grumbles something back before leaving. your breathing is erratic for a good few seconds. ben's hands remain on you, gentle grin on his lips.

"you heard the man. dinner." his voice is low, and you fight the urge to pull him into another kiss. the thought of more than kissing weighing heavily on your stoned mind.

your reply knocks the smile off of his face, "how are you going to explain the fact i'm already with you and high off my ass?"

he groans, head falling into the crook of your neck, "shit."

[2stepadmiral]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You can finish when we get back.”

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

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

“I think he’s with Wedge and Tycho.“

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

“…Well, they might’ve said something about flying the falcon through the gap of a communication tower on an Imperial II Star Destroyer?”

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

“…Han is good for squadron morale.”

“<sigh>”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“… When’s the last time you ate?”

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

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

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

“…Ben Kenobi is dead, Luke.”

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

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

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

“…”

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

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

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

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

“Fair point, kid. We’ll discuss this later, princess.”

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

Or,

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

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

“Not this time. Have you seen Han?”

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

“With speed bikes, I presume?”

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

“Well, I guess that’s something.”

Or,

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

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

“… Can I continue while I eat?”

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

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

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

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

[missmarveledsblog]

Not so solo after all ( fanboy x fan girl ( reader) )

summary : when our fanboy thinks he spending halloween without his girl she surprises him in more ways then one

warnings : it a day late soz but here is a halloween themed fic sort of goes with the fan girl fic i wrote but can be read alone , smutty but not smtty 18+

Fan girl

Halloween was a night of no judgment all nerd could dress as whatever they want and no one bats a lid only this was even better she was surprising her boyfriend given the two thought she was coming days later .  the flights overbook and misbooking of her own tickets til she was able to get last minute she spent the three hour flight perfecting her hair and makeup . she  had costume or costumes since she had a special one underneath , she was excited more excited than she’d been in a good long while . it was like a nerd like fairytale meeting mickey garcia , the fact the two had such similar  mindsets, both  so emersed in the nerd culture it was refreshing plus also exciting in more ways than one .  now she was sitting  in the car as nat was talking her ear off , a promise to do the female aviators makeup  before they headed to the hard deck .  she put her bags in as two enjoyed the emptiness of the house pulling the make up out  getting to work making nat the sexiest and scariest black cat ironic to bob saying he was going to be golden retriever suiting both personalities to a tea . 

“ so does fanboy know your dressing as his literal dream come through ?” the brunette smirked. 

“ nope he doesn’t even know i’m in san diego  , plus i send him like a million other costumes so” she giggled . 

“ but you know he’s gonna be han solo , i love it i can’t wait for him to short circuit it’s gonna be amazing” she rubbed her gloved hands together. 

“ i mean it’s skimpy leia costume but the real one is underneath”

“You didn’t … the bikini thing even hangman knows that one “ nat snorted . 

“ hey i mean it’s an iconic moment “ she shrugged . 

“ you might actually kill the poor guy you do know that?” 

“ i’m hoping he kills me or leaves me legless either is good  “ she winked . 

“ too much information but also get it “ nat smirked texting the guys she would be there soon just bringing a friend only for her phone to blow up from jake and rooster asking if she’s hot and a dibs wars soon spammed in the groupchat .  “ i didn’t even say if it was a girl or not “ she shook her head looking down at the phone . 

“ well pretty kitty lets blow them away shall we” y/n beamed . 

He tried honestly he did , it was hard not to be a downer when the one person who could fully appreciate the effort and accuracy of the costume wasn’t there or mainly he was just missing his girl and hadn’t  heard anything from in hours .  bob did tell him she helped with haunted house back when she was home so he understood she would be busy giving kids and teens the joys of the halloween spirit  but then again should he be listening to a man who looked like a golden retriever hybrid . 

“ hey come on lets have a good night “ rooster who was by far laziest of costume telling people he was tom selleck in magnum pi although it was his normal clothes. 

“ he’s all pouty missing his girl “ payback rolled his eyes dressed as blade   patted fanboy back rolling his eyes . 

“ i would too if my girl was hot as his .. what it’s truth “ hangman rolled his eyes dressed as cowboy ken doll  ascot and cowboy hat  suited him perfectly. 

“ we just need to distract him is all “ javy shrugged dressed as tarzan if tarzan was GQ model that was .  the boys tried their best cheering him up all banter and fun as he started to loosen up a little although he did check his phone and embarrassing amount of times or ignored rooster and hangman's dibs on phoenix mystery friend not that he cared much for it til the cheers and whistles erupted when the door or the hard deck opened  he didn’t bother looking up not once he was smiling at the screensaver selfie of them chilling and cozy wrapped up together. 

“ holy shit fanboy your gonna lose your little mind “ was all he heard jake saying as he looked up going to look at the man quick glance at the approaching figure before looking back and his jaw hitting that ground so fast he was sure it would fall off .  looking up he had to of die and went to a galaxy far far away when he took in the sight of the woman he fell hard and fast for .  he knew who she was a mile away although hers was more form fitting and short but she was the leia to his han solo . a quick and barely there hello  as he ran past nat on to grab his girl in his arms lifting her up  in his arms as she giggled . 

“ how .. what .. wow “ he beamed placing her down taking her in the white gown and her hair all scream both leia and sex appeal all in one . the white gown hitting tops of her thighs  and although it was still turtle neck ( hiding the collar ) , the chest of had a cut out section  show casing her cleavage and still concealing everything at same time ,  the belt was attaching to a corset , she made sure it was fitted to show enough and not ruin the surprise underneath . 

“ my mom’s friend gave me her ticket  since she wasn’t able to fly so i thought i would surprise you “ she  laughed as he kissed every part of her face. 

“Well darling ain’t you looking good to beam me up and take me away in the tardis “ jake winked as she looked personally offended  so did fanboy . 

“ the tardis is doctor who “ 

“ beam me up is star trek “ 

“ same thing right ?” he asked . 

“ even i know it’s not “ rooster snorted . 

“ let me get you a drink  princess “ fanboy turned his cheek hurting from the smiling taking her hand leading her to the bar to see both mav and penny behind the bar dress as sunny and cher . 

 The night actually truly starting  , he still couldn’t get over how lucky he was or the way he stood taller when he noticed people giving him a thumbs up when they saw her on his arm .  the fact she was dress as the first woman he’s ever had one an awakening to or been his major celebrity crush since he was little boy only made it hundred times better.  He couldn’t keep his hands off of her whether the touches were innocent or not so innocent .  Kisses turning more sloppy , more heated   signaling it was definitely time to leave .  a quick goodbye to her brother and there friends the two headed out into the night air  the whole time hands and lips not separated to lost in each other . 

The journey home was pretty much the same only the touches on her skin teasingly as he talk to the uber driver  purpose torturing his girl knowing it was driving her crazy , hand on  her thigh gliding up and squeezing the plus soft skin as he could see her side glance  biting her lip suppressing any sound that might come from those heavenly lips . sometimes  moment like this it was hard to believe she was his , this incredible goddess like woman that was his to have.  She was fighting it , fighting the desperate neediness that was dying to come out . when they finally arrived back at his place it was like she could thank whoever for finally cutting the torture . a quick goodbye to the driver and the two were gone almost running to the house.  Kissing his cheek , his neck suddenly the man didn’t know how to use a key so focused on  her touch he stood hover over the lock til she took them in her hands unlocking the door. 

“ i can’t wait anymore and been dying to show you my surprise” she winked heading off to his room dropping and pulling off her costume as he followed behind at this rate he was sure he was under some spell floating in the direction of his bedroom ready to be the solo to her leia .  then it all stopped  his breathing , thinking , shit he really died  and went to nerd central heaven .   it was perfect every part almost spot on accurate as he took in the browns , golds and blue of the lack of clothing .  like it couldn’t get better she took her bag clipping the chain to  the collar . 

“ the hair isn’t leia anymore but i think it still works “ she laughed as her hair fell from the buns sitting  messy and wild shit it really did . 

“ fucking  hell baby .. this was what was under your dress the whole time ?” he groaned coming toward one part of him didn’t wanna touch her , like she was mint condition couldn’t take it out of the box and another part of him wanted to tear the box to shreds and enjoy his present .  the soft nod  confirmed the answer to his question. Then it was like he came back to reality  and a fire breaking through pulling the chain pulling her to him kissing ever  part of her skin soft moans and whimpers falling from her lips pulling back looking into her almost black eyes , the rise and fall of her chest    and the curl of her lip  when she slowly fell to her knees  and  he swore his love was out to kill him tonight if it was it was working. That doe eyed looking up at him , hand going to his pant as he yanked the chain making her jolt forward ,  looking back up to see him smirking , coming to to his sense in a dangerous grin .

“ ready to see the galaxies baby “ he smirked leaning down  making her breathe hitch knowing she was done for but fuck was she  excited for it 

[darthpotater]

No One Else but Han

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

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

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

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

Forgive me, this was a pure 4 am thought.

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

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

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

“His shampoo bottle is blue too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh grow up.”

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

“It was an honest mistake!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[beansnsoup]

“I love you.” “I know.”

Eric Forman x gn!reader

Summary- Halloween is right around the corner, and this year it’s Erics turn to pick costumes.

Warnings- fluff, cheesy romance, fem reader

You sat in the Forman’s basement flipping through the style catalog that Jackie brought over for you to borrow.  You always tried to at least look decent, Jackie would always gripe about your and Donna’s style, but you brushed it off because you knew whatever you wore she would have some kind of opinion on it, you still loved her though.

It was quiet until a scream came from Jackie then a bunch of laughter following after, “Michael!”  You look over towards her to find Kelso taking off a cheap Halloween store mask, Hyde with Elvis shades on with the sideburns attached, and Eric holding a bag with two costumes in it.

“What’s that?” You ask him, nodding your head to the bag, he smirked, “Ours Halloween costumes.”  Oh god, you totally forgot he was in charge of costume planning this year, you did not trust him at all, last year you forced him to be Tommy while you were Carrie.  He pulled the costumes out of the bag and showed you a Han Solo and a Princess Leia Costume, it wasn’t terrible.

“I can work with that,” You turn to Jackie and point at her, “You, my very fashionable friend, will be doing my hair.”  She claps in excitement; you knew you wouldn’t be able to do your hair like Leias by yourself.  Eric jumps over the couch and throws an arm around you, “What are our plans for Halloween anyway?”  Donna asks, you guys obviously weren’t going Trick or Treating, you all knew for a fact the adult would turn you down for being “too old.”

“Dad was thinking about closing down Grooves for a Halloween party

 thing, he’s only letting a certain amount of people in.”  Hyde informed us, we all smiled at each other, now knowing what you all were going to do for Halloween.

-

You, Donna, and Jackie all say in a circle on Donna’s bedroom floor, “You’re not actually going to wear that costume, are you?” Jackie asked you, taking another puff from the join Donna handed to her.  You shrugged, “I actually think it’s really cute, Leia and Han are such a power couple.”  Jackie rolled her eyes in response to yours.  

“What are you and Kelso gonna do?” Donna asked her, she smiled like she was about to blow us away by her idea, “Daphne and Fred.”  You and Donna just looked at each other and laughed, “What’s so funny?”

“Well, they’re like super complicated, and Fred just kind of, I don’t know, is dumb and ignores her, kind of like you and Kelso.”  You tell her, causing Donna to burst out laughing again. Jackie huffed out and got up and walked to the bathroom, you turn to look at Donna who’s now rolling on the floor, “You should look for someone at the party on Halloween.”

She calms down and looks at you, “I don’t know, all of my relationships have been so bad.”  

“Yeah but, you won’t know unless you try, right?”  

-

You were in Erics bathroom, everyone was getting ready together before you all headed to Grooves.  Jackie had already stuck like 20 bobby pins in your hair just for the first bun, she was doing a really good job, better that you could’ve done, so you weren’t complaining.

Donna walked in dressed up as Wonder Woman, “Oh my God, Donna you look hot!” You compliment me her was she laughs, “Stop moving.” Jackie says, she has bobby pins held between her teeth so it’s hard to make out what she said.”

She sticks the last bobby pin in, “There! All done!” Jackie smiles at her work, “This looks awesome, Thanks Jackie.”  You get up from the stool and leave the bathroom as the girls follow behind, all the boys are down in the basement waiting for you guys.  Hyde was wearing the same thing he was wearing earlier in the week, a normal out fit with Elvis sideburn sunglasses.

“Are you guys ready or are we going to sit in the basement all night?”  Donna asks them, they all turn towards you guys while getting up, then everyone walks outside to the car to finally be getting on the way.

You’re all smooshed in the car; Hyde is flooring the gas so the limit of people doesn’t get before you guys.  He pulls in the parking lot of the record store, thankfully there aren’t a lot of cars parked just yet, everyone piles out of the car, Eric puts an arm around you and kisses your cheek, “You look awesome.”  You smile at him, “Thank you babe, just don’t ruin my hair.” You warn him.

He unwraps his arm and puts both of them up to “surrender.”  The store looks great, Angie did a great job, she’s in the corner of the store setting up drinks, she dressed up as Catwoman.  She noticed Hyde and the gang come in and walks up to greet you all, “So? What do think?”  

“It looks great!” You tell her, she smiles at you and kisses your cheek and walks off.  

-

You all got to this party at roughly 9:00, it was no 1 in the morning.  Hyde insisted on staying at the store to help out his siter in cleaning up for the workday, so everyone left without him.  You hopped in the front seat with Eric, sliding close to his side, he dropped everyone off at their places instead of taking them back to his place, you were the only one he took back home.

You both tried to hardest to be quiet when walking into the basement, not wake up his parents, scratch that, wake up Red.  He grabbed you hand once your feet hit the floor, dragging you to the couch, you guys had had a few drinks that night, not too many so Hydes dad wouldn’t go bazerk. 

Eric was still a little tipsy though, now that you thought about it, letting him drive everyone home wasn’t the best idea.  He glided his lips up to yours, bringing you in to a soft kiss, you obviously kissed back, he wasn’t terribly drunk.

After a few minutes of making out you both quietly headed upstairs to his bedroom, you told him no funny business, you were too tired to let anything escalate.  You sat down in front of a mirror you accidently left over at his house last week, taking out all the bunches of bobby pins Jackie put in your hair, it surprisingly stayed up all night.

He didn’t even try to get out of his Han costume, he instead walked over to you, you looked up at him and gave him a peck,

“I love you.”

Eric has alway been my go to for that 70s show boys, and he has like little to no fics, now that 90s show is pretty popular i decided to feed onto that, also how would yall feel about a Nate or Gwen Runck fic?

“I know.”

[captainsophiestark]

Popcorn

Wedge Antilles x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Star Wars

Summary: Wedge and his SO have a happy, calm relationship, and watching their dysfunctional friends on the Hoth base has become an entertaining passtime for them.

Word Count: 1,129

Category: Fluff, Humor

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"You are the most ridiculous, selfish, laser-brained man I've ever had the displeasure of meeting in my entire life!"

"Oh yeah, keep talking Princess! And go ahead and conveniently leave out the time you screamed my name at the top of your lungs when you thought that wampa was gonna get me! I know you care, even if you refuse to admit it!"

"Just because I didn't want someone carrying important informaiton for the Rebellion to get eaten by a wampa doesn't mean-"

I tore my eyes away from the argument unfolding before me when my hand bumped against Wedge's. I fixed him with a look, and he quickly pulled his hand back with a laugh and a smile. I shot him a wink, then pulled out the handful of popcorn that I'd been going for. He grabbed one of his own right after as I leaned further into his side.

We'd both been taking a spare few moments to grab lunch when Han and Leia, two of our good friends, had come storming into the caf arguing up a storm without paying anyone but each other even a hint of attention. It had become a regular enough occurrence since Han joined the Rebellion and we'd moved into our Hoth base that people basically didn't even notice anymore. In the early days, Wedge and I would try to intervene or mediate, but we'd long since given that up.

Now we'd officially reached a new level. We were currently kicked back together, his arm around my shoulder and a bowl of popcorn in my lap, as we watched our friends bicker.

"Which one of them is going to admit feelings first, do you think?" Wedge mused, muttering in my ear low enough that nobody else could hear it. I hummed, pausing to think about my answer while I chewed on another handful of popcorn.

"Well, I don't think it's going to be Leia. She's way too stubborn to let him win like that, I think."

"So you think it's gonna be Han?"

"Yeah, but I don't think he'll do it very gracefully."

Wedge nodded beside me and took another handful of popcorn.

"That would make sense."

I snorted, leaning into him a little more as I turned my attention back to our friends. They were still in the middle of their shouting match, and didn't seem to be slowing down any time soon. It was honestly a little impressive how long they could go at full volume, hand gestures included, without losing energy.

At first, it had been kind of a problem on base. People had to take long detours to avoid getting in the middle of spats between two high-ranking Rebellion members, which was time consuming and incredibly awkward when someone was forced to turn around mid-hallway to avoid Leia and Han. But then it got old, and we all got tired of trying to give them space and privacy. And they clearly didn't care too much about keeping things private, since they usually didn't pause their arguments, even when Rebellion members walked straight through the middle of the two of them.

"Hey Wedge?" I mused, my eyes still on Han and Leia even as I addressed my boyfriend.

"Yeah?"

"Have I told you lately how much I appreciate you?"

He'd been mid-grab on another handful of popcorn, but he stopped short at my words, dropping his hand and leaning away from me enough that he could look at me, one eyebrow raised.

"Why?"

"Don't worry, it's nothing serious. Moments like these just... make me grateful. That we're both mature enough to talk to each other about our feelings, and that we're the couple cuddling together in the cafeteria eating popcorn and not the couple screaming at each other in the hallway."

Wedge chuckled, pulling me tightly back into his side again and rubbing a hand up and down against my arm.

"I'm grateful for that, too. And I'm sure the rest of the Rebellion agrees with us. I don't know if we could handle more than one pair of constant arguers."

"I know I definitely couldn't." Wedge huffed another laugh, and I grinned at the sound. Han and Leia seemed to be winding down now, which meant Wedge and I would need to move shortly if we wanted to avoid getting shouted at by one or both of them for using them as our entertainment.

"So... any chance you have a Rebellion task to do that I could help you with?" I asked, turning to face him more fully. "I technically have some things to do for Rieekan, and a few others for Ematt, but I'd rather hang out with you if you can give me an excuse."

"I actually could use an extra hand working on my X-Wing. I've got some repairs to finish, and I could probably handle them myself, but an extra set of hands and eyes would definitely make things easier, too. And I want you to hang out with me, since I can give you an excuse."

"Perfect," I said, shifting forward to sit up more fully and getting ready to head to the hangar. "Looks like we've got a plan, and just in time, since Han and Leia seem to finally be wrapping it up."

"You're right, they are. Better hide the popcorn."

I laughed, helping Wedge as we stood together and he slid the (now mostly empty) bowl of popcorn behind his back. We headed for the edge of the cafeteria just as Han and Leia fully broke apart and went their separate ways. I shifted a little closer to Wedge to make sure no one noticed the popcorn bowl as Leia passed us with a curt nod.

Once we'd safely disposed of the evidence by putting the popcorn bowl with the rest of the dishes, we headed out of the caf together, Wedge's arm wrapped around my shoulders and both of us grinning.

"Now, look at how mature we were there," he said, playing up the pride in his voice. "We worked together like a well-oiled machine to get away with something, right after admitting to each other we wanted a reason to hang out for the rest of the day, rather than coming up with arguments as an excuse to be in each other's space."

"Oh absolutely. We're the model of a good couple."

Wedge and I shared a look, then both started laughing together as we wound through the hallways of the base. I felt more comfortable with him than with anyone else in the world, and I never let myself forget how lucky I'd been to find him.

It always just hit home a little harder after observing our friends interacting with each other for more than a few minutes at a time.

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[ave09]

life day

han solo x reader

note; i don’t know what this even is, but this plot is my absolute favorite. i have two more han requests coming out soon and two more harrison (one a request, one not) but until then, i’ll be feeding you all other han content bc i have a lot of short ones written. also… if y’all have indy requests, send ‘em in, i wanna write for him but have no ideas 😭

han looks so fucking adorable in this gif i can’t-

“okay, now that everyone’s name is helmet, everyone will take turns taking a name.”

“i think we know how it works, luke.” you mumbled, glancing up at the blond, “remind me why we’re doing this?” 

“because it’s almost life day! it’s a fun tradition to take our mind off of the empire.” luke exclaimed. well, first off, the empire should be the main focus considering darth vader was  currently searching for the rebels. and second of all.. you realized that tatooine sure had some strange traditions.

“can we just take names now?” han asked, impatience lacing his tone. “have somewhere to be, solo?” leia questioned. “yeah, actually i do princess, my ships a wreck, i got better things to be doing-“

“guys! come on, this is important to me.” luke said. it wasn’t ideal, but, you’d indulge in this event for the sake of sweet luke skywalker’s happiness. 

“alright, i’m drawing.” you announced, reaching into the helmet, where only four small pieces of paper rested. luke had failed to rope anyone else into this, not even chewie. 

you took a paper, holding it tightly in your fist. “don’t look at it,” luke warned, “yeah yeah, i won’t.” you replied. 

you watched and waited as leia and luke took their names. and of course, han, being the most extra man ever, took about twenty years to reach into the helmet and take the paper.

“there’s only one left, just take it!”

luke set down the helmet, a bright smile on his face, “okay, now, without anyone looking, check who’s name you got.” carefully, you began to unfold the small slip of paper. beside you, han leaned over, trying to peek, you elbowed him lightly, “back off solo.” 

you opened the paper to see the name han solo written in luke’s cursive writing. you refrained from rolling your eyes. why couldn’t you have gotten leia? 

“ooo, you won’t believe who i got.” han said smugly, waggling his eyebrows suggestively at you before winking at leia. 

ah, of course. of course han would end up choosing leia. 

and yet you’d pulled his name. now you had to figure out what the hell you were gonna get him. 

“okay, great! now, life day is in a week, and my family would usually do it the night before, so we have six days to get the gifts ready, which by the way, don’t do anything too big, we don’t have that much options here in the base, oh! and remember: don’t tell anyone who you have.” 

the quartet then dispersed, going on their separate ways. you knew this was going to be a struggle. you were far closer with luke and leia then you were with han. 

you and han were friends… sort of. there was constant bickering, constant flirting, it was a lot to handle, but it all honesty, you didn’t know him that well to know what he’d like. which is why you decided that you needed to talk to chewie. 

you waited until later in the day, you’d seen han leave with leia, they were trying to be discreet but seemed more suspicious then anything. 

you were fairly certain their was some sort of relationship there, but was unable to find any confirmation. 

you approached the falcon where chewie was working. you were thankfully that you’d been studying wookie now that you didn’t have han to translate. 

“chewie! hey, can i talk to you!” you asked. the wookie glanced up from his work, nodding, beckoning you over. you met him on top of the falcon, taking a seat beside him. 

“so, i’m sure han’s told you all about this life day tradition that luke wanted to do.” chewie nodded. 

“right. so, i.. i got han,” you mumbled, “and i have absolutely no clue what to get him, considering you’re his best friend, i thought you could give me an idea.” 

chewie remained silent for a moment before giving you a toothy grin, growling softly.

“i’ve got a few ideas for you.��

— — —

“okay! i’m so excited for this, you guys, i don’t think you understand.” luke exclaimed. you were seated criss cross on the floor, han sprawled out beside you while luke and leia were seated on the couch. 

“we’re excited too.” leia said with a smile. you were somewhat excited as well, but mostly nervous. you were suddenly regretting what you’d gotten him. it was already difficult as it is considering you couldn’t really leave hoth so it was left to being creative to find a good gift, plus most of chewie’s ideas were horrid, so you were on your own.

but you felt as if it wasn’t enough now, and you were terrified that he’d absolutely hate it. 

“alright, who wants to start?” 

“why don’t you go, luke?” you suggest, knowing he was bursting at the seams to give his gift. the blonde smiled brightly, retrieving a  gift bag, passing it to the woman beside him. “happy life day, leia.” the brunette took the bag from him, pushing away the tissue paper before retrieving two books. 

“i remember you telling me how interested you were in the galaxy, all the stars and stuff, i found these old astronomy books in storage and thought you might like them.” 

you could tell he was nervous, but leia laughed, “i love these, luke. thank you.” she said, pulling him into a side hug, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, the young man flushing bright red. 

leia then retrieved a small neatly wrapped package, handing it to the blonde beside her. your stomach suddenly dropped upon realizing that it was you who han had picked.

you felt your stomach churn nervously, trying to focus on leia and not the man laying beside you.  

luke opened the wrapped package, blue eyes widening. “you didn’t!” 

you furrowed your brows, “what is it?”

“don’t be shy skywalker, show us what you got.” the excited blonde reached into the box to retrieve what looked like a plaque. you and han exchanged confused looks. 

“not to be that person.. but.. uh, what is it?” you asked. luke then turned it to face you and han. “it’s a plaque for my x-wing!” and so it was. displaying in a fancy sort of font was ‘general luke skywalker’

“y’know i was talking to leia a week or so ago about how i’d love some way to like personalize my x-wing, and now i have a fancy plaque!” 

you couldn’t lie, seeing luke this happy over a plaque warmed your heart. he turned to leia, “thank you, i really love it.”

seeing as you and han were the only two left, it was obvious that you’d picked on another. and while you wanted nothing more than to get this done and over with, han seemed to take this opportunity to go first. he reached into his pocket, retrieving a small black box. 

he passed it to you, and you took it carefully. “i couldn’t find any wrapping paper, but happy life day sweetheart.” he said to which you smiled. 

you pulled open the box, a gasp slipping past your lips at the contents inside. you were speechless. 

you could feel han’s eyes on you, you glanced up, meeting his gaze, “han..”

“what is it?” 

carefully, you lifted up the gift. in your hand was a silver chain, and hanging on that chain was a small ring. it was intricately designed, and it looked to you as though it was handcrafted. 

“i know you usually wear necklaces, but i didn’t remember until after the ring was made-“

“you made this?” the man nodded, “yeah, i had some scraps from the falcon, and i know you like the ship despite how much you pretend you don’t-“

“this is amazing, han.” you breathed, taken aback by the effort put into this gift. for once han seemed to be unable to come up with a snarky comeback, and he even-he even looked nervous. 

wait a second.. was he blushing? 

but now, you were nervous, passing him your gift, “now i feel like mine is kinda basic.” the man took it from you, rolling into his stomach, laying the gift before him. 

once again, being absolutely dramatic, the man took ages unwrapping the somewhat large gift. you held the necklace in your closed hand, still trying to understand how he could’ve given you such a gift. it meant so much. knowing all the effort he’d put into it, it made your heart flutter.

but now your heart pounded rapidly as he had finally unwrapped your gift. 

you watched his hazel eyes widen, and you feared the worst. 

“did you draw this?” 

slowly, you nodded. luke and leia leaned forward, both gasping at the sight. 

you didn’t know what to get the man. and chewie’s ideas were far too ridiculous. so, you’d resorted to what you were good at. 

drawing. 

you’d sketched a picture of the falcon, and standing in front of it was leia, luke, chewie, and the captain of ship himself. 

it had most definitely been your best work, and you’d framed it and everything. 

“i thought you could put it in the falcon or something…” 

“y’know, i just might. this is a really good drawing.” you smiled. he genuinely seemed happy about this, there was no false sense of joy. 

he really liked it.

luke clapped his hands together, “i’d like to say that this was a success! we should do it again next year.” 

“for once, i’m agreeing with you luke, this was kinda fun.” han agreed. “i can see this becoming a tradition.” leia added. all eyes then fell on you, and you couldn’t help but smile, “i suppose i’d been able to participate next year.” 

the smile on luke’s face said it all. “happy life day, everyone!” 

— — — —

you were in your quarters, seated on the couch, thinking about the events of the day. you were still in awe about han’s gift.

it was just so special.

and you had yet to put it on. you just couldn’t will yourself to do so. why? you didn’t know. 

you held it in your hands, your fingertips brushing over the ring. it was so perfectly designed, and you struggled trying to imagine han solo taking time out of his day to create such a unique piece of jewelry. 

a knock echoed throughout the room, catching you offguard. “come in!” you called, expecting it to be leia, but was surprised to see han enter the room. 

“hey,” you greeted. 

“hi.” he replied, hazel eyes darting to the necklace in your hands, furrowing his brows, “you haven’t put it on yet?”

you shook your head sheepishly. “you want me to help?” you hesitated a moment, before replying, “sure.” the man approached you, extending a hand towards you. carefully, you set the item into the palm of his hand. he then took a seat beside you, gesturing for you to turn your head.

you did so, han placed the necklace around your neck, his fingertips brushing against the nape of your neck as he clasped it. 

“there we go.” the chain now hung around your neck, and you could tell how proud he was. “thank you.” 

“my pleasure.” he replied, shifting slightly in his seat. “hey, can i ask you something?” the question was somewhat abrupt but you nodded nonetheless. 

“why weren’t you in that picture?” 

now that was unexpected. you averted eye contact, “well…” you paused, sighing, “you are far closer with those three then with me.” that was just the blatant truth. han furrowed his brows, “so that suddenly makes you not important?”

“han, i don’t understand-“

“y’know i care about you right? like a lot?” you were taken aback. “what?” you asked. “i care about you a lot.” he then rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “i know i suck at showing how i feel but…” 

“our banter, our flirting. i kinda love that. and i kinda love being around you.” 

a small smile spread across your lips as your fingertips brushed against the necklace around your neck. “funny, i kinda love being around you too.”

despite how you constantly played off being annoyed by him, you had never had as much fun as you did when he was around.

he scooted a little closer to you, retrieving something from his jacket pocket but you couldn’t make out what it was. he then lifted his arm, holding something above your head. 

you let out a laugh at the sight. “are you serious right now?” you asked to which he nodded, a mischievous grin on his lips, “you’re sitting under the mistletoe, sweetheart. don’t ya know what that means?” 

you nodded, “of course i know, han.” 

“well then, why don’t we-“

he was taken aback as you leaned in, pressing your lips gently to his. he froze up for a moment, before dropping the mistletoe, his large hands cupping your face as he deepened the kiss. 

it was a magical kiss. that was the only way you could describe it. 

you then pulled away, “happy life day, han.” 

he let out a soft chuckle, “best life day ever.” he replied before kissing you once again. 

it truly was the best life day yet. you’d spent the day with your closest friends, and an unexpected romance had bloomed, and it would continue to blossom for many years to come.

[muldermuse]

A Halloween Announcement (Fox Mulder X Reader)

Halloween Costumes and a pregnancy announcement

Ok so I got an anon suggesting a halloween pregnancy announcement???? when i tell u i GASPED like out loud randomly in my flat

if u have halloween fox mulder thoughts/thots pls pls pls lemme know them <;3

Fox knew you weren’t well, you looked tired and your emotions seemed to be all over the place. You constantly felt uncomfortable, and the meals you loved to sit and watch Fox make for you now had you running for the bathroom. You put it down to the change in seasons, your low mood was due to the the end of the summer, work had been draining so that’s why you’d been exhausted and the sickness? There was a bug going around, someone at the grocery store was talking about it and that was all your questions answered. 

Until a friend made a passing comment to you over a coffee (you couldn’t face your usual macchiato so you sipped a lukewarm water), “sounds like you’re pregnant”. 

How hadn’t you thought of this?

You’d been stressed and run down but to ease your mind and to stop your friend insisting, you went to the drug store and bought a pregnancy test. You downed a bottle of water as quickly as you could and went to the toilet, your friend knew you were feeling anxious so she idly chatted to you as you counted down three minutes. 

You and Fox had always talked about having kids, thinking out loud on Sunday evenings wrapped in your duvet discussing the pros and cons of creating your own little family. There was always more pros than cons obviously. Fox didn’t want to tell you but he was so in love with the thought of having a family with you and you felt the same. Desperate with the idea but too terrified to verbalise it. 

You checked your watch and saw that 2 minutes 15 seconds had passed, you couldn’t help yourself and had to take a peak.

Two lines.

Two bold lines.

Your friends voice faded into the background and the light in the cubicle felt like it was burning your skin. Your breathing got heavy as you held your stomach, suddenly aware of the cells growing inside you and what that would mean for your relationship. 

Leaving the store was a blur, you vaguely remember your friend hugging you and pressing excited kisses to your cheeks but your mind was elsewhere. Fox wasn’t home, he was away on a case for another 2 days and when he got home it would be the 31st October. The day of Scully’s annual Halloween party. She honestly hated Halloween but seeing Fox dressed in a costume once a year made the holiday all the more bearable for her. This year Fox was in charge of deciding the costume, couples of course, Fox argued that in your relationship- couples costumes were compulsory. 

The idea came from a drunken evening watching an old VHS of Return of the Jedi.

“I bet you would look so hot in that outfit” Fox said as soon Princess Leia’s bikini’ed frame came onto the screen

“Fox, is the only reason you chose this movie because you wanted to see this scene?” you giggled as you took another swig of your beer

“All I’m saying is that Halloween is in less than four months baby”

Fox had a Han Solo outfit and, much to Fox's upset, you had gone for the classic Princess Leia look rather than the scantily clad bikini. The perfect idea suddenly dawned on you and you had less than 48 hours to execute it.

***

Fox couldn’t wait to get home, the trip away wasn’t traumatic or terrifying or particularly taxing- it was just boring. A boring few days in a boring state with Scully- who was more bored than he was. He was looking forward to showering (with you), getting ready (with you), going to the party together and then going to bed (hopefully you’d do what you usually did when you missed him after a trip- god, he really hoped you’d do that for him).

Before he knew it, he was letting himself into your shared home; his keys opening your front door with familiar ease. He could hear the low hum of your music playing as the smell of whatever candle you were burning hit his nostrils. He was home, he’d spent so long fighting for it but now he had it and he made sure to cherish every moment. To cherish you. To cherish your life together.

As he walked up the stairs, he called out to you but to no avail. As he walked into your shared bedroom, he could hear you humming from the en suite bathroom and smiled when he saw you’d pressed his Han Solo outfit so it would be perfect for him to wear. 

He was wearing the costume as you walked back in. You looked stunning, your hair perfectly twirled into two buns on the side of your head, your make up made your face glow but he didn’t have time to compliment you before you pointed a black toy blaster at his face.

“Tell me why I shouldn’t shoot you right now?” You teased.

“Okay Leia, I’m pretty sure this is very out of character for you.” Fox grabbed your blaster and threw it onto the bed as he wrapped his arms around you and pressed kisses to every inch of skin he could reach. “God- I missed you so much. I swear I’m only interested in X Files that are in a 5 mile radius”.

Before you could mention that the only local X file would be the stray cat that eats an abnormal amount of dog biscuits; Fox saw the small gift bag placed on the cabinet.

“Oh baby, you didn’t need to get me a present” Before you could get to him, the bag was opened and a look of confusion crossed his face.

“Is this a baby Chewbacca costume? This is very cute but I’m sure that it won’t fit Boo, her whiskers will get in the way and that time we put a cat baby grow on her she nearly had a fit with anger”

You took the bag from him and took out the pregnancy test, setting it in his hands “Fox, I’m pregnant”. You placed the positive test in his hands and rubbed your thumb along his hand and with this movement; you were unsure who you were trying to comfort. 

“We’ve talked about it before and I mean…I wasn’t expecting this, I’m sure you weren’t either and I’m sorry to have done it like this. In my head it was really cute but you immediately thought of the cat and I do-“

“You’re pregnant- we’re pregna- you’re having a baby…my baby”

“I’m pregnant with your baby…and I can’t wait”

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requests info/intro!

hi, everyone!

i thought i'd take a quick second to introduce myself and to also formally open up requests. i'm already working on a few things, but requests really do always help and feel free to submit them at any point--but, we'll get to all of that in a moment!

my name is lavinia, and i am a uni student studying both theatre (dramaturgy specifically) and creative writing! i love to sing, act, write (obviously haha), read (i am a huge fan of classic literature, as well as donna tartt, mona awad, sally rooney, elif bautman, and ottessa moshfegh's works), go to concerts, go to the movies, style/design clothing, paint, collect records/cds, and so much more! this barely scratches the surface really but, if any of you share these interests, always feel free to reach out!

anyhow, as i said, i will officially be opening requests, and at the moment here is the media and the characters i will write for:

Our Flag Means Death

Izzy Hands (my BELOVED)

Ed Teach

Stede Bonnet

Lucius Spriggs

Jim Jimenez

Oluwande

Mary Bonnet

(more available upon request! these were just sort of my first instincts.)

Gilmore Girls

honestly, i'm pretty open to anything unless it's dean. just request and i'll see what i can do!

Gossip Girl

Blair Waldorf

Serena Van der Woodsen

Dan Humphrey

Nate Archibald

Chuck Bass (like sometimes)

Rufus Humphrey

more available upon request.

The Fosters/The Good Trouble

Callie Adams Foster

Mariana Adams Foster

Brandon Foster

Jamie Hunter

Gael Martinez

Dennis Cooper

Malika Williams

more available upon request.

Select Wes Anderson and Tim Burton characters. just ask!

Enola Holmes

Enola Holmes

Tewkesbury

Sherlock Holmes

Little Women (2019)

Jo March

Amy March

Beth March

Meg March

Laurie

Friedrich Bhaer

Star Wars

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Anakin Skywalker

Padmé Amidala

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Leia Organa

Kylo Ren

Finn

Poe Dameron

Ahsoka Tano

more available upon request!

Pride & Prejudice (2005)

Basically me just saying I'll write Mr. Darcy. but more characters available upon request, of course.

Community

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Annie Edison

Jeff and Britta I'm a little iffy on but with the right request, maybe. don't hesitate to ask!

The OC

Seth Cohen

Ryan Atwood

Summer Roberts

Marissa Cooper

The Umbrella Academy

Klaus

Viktor

Ben

Five

Diego

Allison

Luther is like, not preferred for me but if you feel strongly about him and have a good request, i’ll consider it but don’t get your hopes up too high!

Once Upon a Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Neal Cassidy

August Booth

Jefferson (The Mad Hatter)

Mulan

Ruby Lucas (Red Riding Hood)

Belle French

Mary Margaret Blanchard (Snow White)

David Nolan (Prince Charming)

Peter Pan

Robin Hood

Any others, feel free to ask! I know I left Mr. Gold (Rumple) off, but that's only because it depends with each request. Also, please specify if you want it to take place in Storybrooke pre or post curse, or in The Enchanted Forest.

Merlin

Merlin

Arthur

Gwen

Morgana

Nimueh

Lancelot

any others, feel free to ask. i am just starting S2, keep that in mind.

The Holdovers

Angus Tully

Dead Poets Society

Todd Anderson

Neil Perry

Knox Overstreet

Charlie Dalton

Steven Meeks

Love Lies Bleeding

Lou Langston

Jackie Cleaver

i'll just start there for now, as honestly it's been a bit since i've written an x reader and i don't want to overwhelm myself much! but please, feel free to request at any time! I will update this frequently, as I am always either getting into new things or remembering things I already love. I am mostly dedicated to OFMD right now, but you may also leave requests for other fandoms and I will keep them on file, or who knows, perhaps even get to them sooner than you may imagine! Have a wonderful day (or night!), and don't forget to request!

yours truly,

lavinia

me filing through all of your requests (hopefully!)

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To Fight For What You Love — Luke Skywalker x gn! Bounty Hunter! reader Pt. 2

summary: After running with Leia to escape Hoth, reader tries to survive with Han and Leia. The Empire seems to have it out for the group. (Terrible summary, shhhhh)

tw: torture (that one scene of Han being tortured basically (but it happens to reader as well)), movie typical violence, injuries, Luke being hurt </3

a/n: This chapter is so long. My robotics competition postponed this chapter coming out, but not for too long!

wc: 11.2k

Master List

Part One | Part Two

Read it on ao3 here.

“So,” My friend Yilla spoke up with a mischievous smirk. “What’s up with you and Luke?” 

“Hold up,” My other friend, Banth said, looking at the two of us. “Is this the same Luke who saved us back on Yavin IV?”

I rolled my eyes, picking at my food. I managed to make some friends after the battle of Yavin. They were really nice and accepted me pretty quickly. It was nice since I wasn’t always able to hang out with Luke, Leia, or Han. And wherever Han was, Chewie was close by. Banth was one of the cooks, and Yilla helped with communications. Our other friend, Ren, was a mechanic who was busy fixing some ships at the moment. 

“Yeah,” Yilla replied excitedly. “I mean, they did save Princess Leia with Luke and Han, you know.”

“I mean, yeah,” Banth replied. “I guess I didn’t think about it.”

“There’s nothing to think about,” I said, shaking my head. “Luke and I are just good friends.”

“Right…” Yilla tried off. “That’s what they all say.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” I shrugged, finishing off my food.

“Hey (y/n)!” I heard my name be called. Looking up, Luke waved at me, approaching me and my friends. I heard them start snickering and I elbowed Yilla lightly with glare. 

“Hey Luke,” I replied, smiling over at him as he took a seat next to me. 

“Hello,” Luke greeted my friends, and they greeted him back. 

My friends knew about how I felt towards Luke. I didn’t want to say anything, but Yilla seemed to see right through me. I trusted them, Yilla and Banth were both really trustworthy. It didn’t help that my feelings for Luke have only been growing. He tries to hang out with me as much as he can and he’s just so kind. Not to mention the constant hugs are a nice perk. Leia even seemed to know…but Leia and Yilla were kind of close since Leia directly overlooked Yilla’s position. I know Yilla didn’t tell Leia, but if Leia had a suspicion and told Yilla…Maker, what was I getting into?

“How’s it goin?” I asked, Luke. Yilla and Banth starting their own conversation.

“Good,” Luke smiled, taking a bite of his food. “I’m on the next patrol.” 

My body involuntarily shivered at the thought of patrols. Devaron was a hot, humid planet. Then living on Tatooine, I was used to the heat. Devaronian’s were heat resistant, so it never really bothered me, but the cold? Whole different story. Hoth was ranked as one of my least favorite planets.

“Good luck with that,” I grumbled.

Luke bumped his shoulder into mine, and his smile seemed infectious, “You cold?” 

“Well, living on a planet that is the embodiment of ice…” I trailed off sarcastically. “It doesn’t help that my blood’s thinner than other species.” 

Taking off his scarf, Luke wrapped it around my neck and I felt my heart speed up. Maker, why does he have to be so pretty so close up? I wanted to hold his cheek and peck him on the lips. Gah! What’s wrong with me? That’s such a weird thing to think about a friend. 

“There,” Luke said once he was done, satisfied with his work. “Better than that thin scarf you have.”

I looked past his head, not able to make eye contact, covering my face with the scarf, “That scarf is just meant to block out sand. And besides, won’t you be cold now?”

“Nah, I’ll be fine,” Luke dismissed. “I’m sure I can always get another one.” 

“If you say so,” I sighed, nuzzling further into the warmth the scarf provided. I chanced a glance and met his stare, but he quickly looked down at his food. I looked over at Yilla who was staring with a shit eating grin, Banth smiling with her. I glared at them, feeling flustered at the insinuation their gazes gave. He was just being friendly…right? Yes…that’s all. Luke would’ve given his scarf to any other rebel, it was just a kind gesture. I’m overthinking it. 

An hour later, I stood at the gate, watching Luke prepare his Tauntaun. I kept my arms close to my body, the chilly wind flowing through the gate and somehow penetrating my jacket, scarf, and insulated clothing. 

“All right,” I heard Luke breath out, turning towards me. “Time for me to go.” “Be safe, Luke,” I said. Noticing that he didn’t get a new scarf, I took mine off and wrapped it around his neck this time. My eyes wandered to how cute his rosy cheeks contrasted with his blue eyes and pale skin. “If you start getting real cold, remember to turn around. No ifs, ands or buts, you hear me?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Luke grinned, rolling his eyes in amusement. “Just focus on not being a popsicle when I come back.” 

I swatted at his arm and pushed him towards the Tauntaun with a laugh, “Oh shut up.”

“You love me,” Luke teased back, walking the rest of the way to the giant animal.

“Who told you that?” I teased back with a raised eyebrow. “You should tell them to stop lying.”

Laughing at each other, I waved him off as he exited the base. I tried to bite back the lovesick smile that kept trying to shine through. 

“Why don’t you give me that kinda send off?” Han teased riding off after Luke. I shook my head as their silhouettes grew distant. 

That was hours ago. Han returned, said Luke went to check out a meteorite. My worry grew with each passing minute that Luke didn’t return. The longer he was out there, the higher chance that he’d die of hypothermia. 

“Leia,” I called out. “Let me go out, I swear I’ll be quick.”

“No,” Leia huffed, her gaze clearly holding frustration. “Han was the last one out with him, he would know best where to start looking.”

I bit my lip in worry, “But he’s not even answering you.”

“I just sent the droids to alert him,” Leia sighed, her gaze falling onto me. Putting a hand on my shoulder, she tried to comfort me, “Luke’s a strong fighter. Han will find him and everything will be alright.”

I wanted to argue back, spill all my worries out to her, but I bit my lip and nodded. I made my way towards the gate, my heart sinking along with the sun that slowly went down. We had to close the gates due to how cold the temperature dropped at night, and knowing that Luke was out there somewhere…I wanted to cry. Leia joined me, pacing back and forth.

“Did Han…” I trailed off, knowing that Han was a sensitive topic for her.

“Yes,” She replied shortly. 

I nodded, “I’m sure they’ll be back soon. I mean…there’s no way…” 

I frowned, watching snow fall just outside the gate. I wasn’t sure if I was trying to comfort Leia or myself at this point. Han now being in danger didn’t make me feel any better, but it also sparked a small glimmer of hope in me. 

“Sir,” I overheard a rebel member speak out. “All patrols are in. Still no-”

The officer hushed him, looking towards Leia and I. I crossed my arms and glared at them. I didn’t need to be coddled. I just wanted the truth. The rebel lowered his voice, but I didn’t need to hear him to know what he was going to say next. 

“Mistress Leia!” C3PO called out. “R2 says he’s been quite unable to pick up any signals, although he does admit that his own range is far too weak to abandon all hope.”

“Your highness,” The officer greeted Leia. “There’s nothing more we can do tonight. The shield doors must be closed.” Leia nodded, and the officer ordered for the doors to be closed. I felt my throat tighten at the prospect, eyes scanning the vastness of white that laid beyond the gate. 

“R2 says the chances of survival are 725 to 1,” C3PO piped up. I frowned as we watched the doors close, and Chewie let out a saddened howl. “Actually, R2 has been known to make mistakes…from time to time.”

I shook my head and walked off to my room. My eyes stung as my vision grew blurry. I will not cry. Everything will be fine. There is nothing to worry about. Han and Luke were both strong. They can survive almost anything…almost. When I sat on my bed I couldn’t hold my tears back. I can’t fool myself. Even R2 said the chances of them living through the night if they weren’t dead already were slim. I tried to keep my sobs quiet but failed as all the memories I made with the two started spinning in my head. 

It’s not fair. They didn’t deserve this. I pressed the palms of my hands to my eyes, trying to keep the tears back but they just kept coming. I laid back on my bed, the thought of the inevitable search party that’s going to be sent out tomorrow returning back with the bodies of my friends. Maker, why did I have to be so pessimistic? Or maybe I’m just being realistic. I suppose I won’t find out till tomorrow. I should try to sleep. I kept my jacket on, the rooms were more bearable but I still got cold easily. I lazily covered myself with my blanket and stared at the wall blankly.

I wasn’t getting any sleep tonight. 

The next morning I stood anxiously next to Leia in the communication room. A search party was sent as soon as they could. I knew I looked like a mess, but I frankly didn’t care. Yilla kept glancing at me from her station, but kept to herself. I suppose my dull eyes and disheveled hair would give away how I was feeling currently. One of the ships spoke through comms that they may have found a life force, but I wasn’t feeling too hopeful at the moment. 

“Echo base,” The same ship said through the comms. “This is Rogue Two. I’ve found them.” 

My eyes widened and I looked towards Leia who engulfed me in a hug. I felt tears brim my eyes once more as I clung onto Leia. I squeezed her jacket, trying to keep myself from crying. We rushed into the hangar, eagerly waiting for Rogue Two to return. Han came out, shouting for medics to come help. The pit in my stomach returned when I realized that it wasn’t over yet. Everyone rushed to help carry Luke to the medbay. Leia held me back from going into the room that held the bacta tank. 

“You’re not going to want to see him like that,” Leia spoke solemnly. “He’s safe now, you need to rest.” 

I stared at her exasperatedly, “B-but-”

She only shook her head, “I’ll get you when they take him out. Just try to get some sleep.”

I nodded and went to my room. Just the night before I laid in here, crying about their death. It felt daunting. But he’s okay now. I took a deep breath in and out, trying to calm myself. I didn’t realize how exhausted I was until now. I rested my eyes, and quickly fell into a dreamless sleep.

“-ake up,” I heard the familiar voice of Leia speak. I groaned, opening my eyes. I felt so groggy. “He’s up.”

I sat up quickly and looked at her. I threw the blanket off of me and ran to the medbay. There rested Luke C3PO and R2D2 already talking to him. His gaze fell onto me, and he gave me his familiar boyish grin. Maker, why do I have to be so emotional? I thought as tears brimmed my eyes once more. This time, I was able to hold them back thankfully. How embarrassing would it be to cry three times in such a short span of time? My eyes scanned over the healing cuts on his face and I frowned. I wasn’t sure what to say.

I walked closer to him and gently punched his arm, my eyebrows furrowed in slight anger.

“What was that for?” Luke asked with a frown.

“For-For not being safe,” My voice sounds scratchy. “I…I thought…” It felt like a frog was in my throat, and if I kept talking I would burst out into tears. Once again my vision was blurry and I fought back against tears. Luke seemed to notice and grabbed my hand gently, squeezing it.

“It’s okay,” Luke reassured. “I’m okay, Han’s okay.” 

I squeezed his hand back, holding it up to my face, trying to ground myself.

“I-I know,” I replied shakily. “Do you need anything? Water?”

I felt comforted under Luke’s gaze. It was so warm, loving, alive. He seemed to be contemplating what he wanted to say, but I didn’t mind. It just meant I could be under his gaze for a bit longer. 

“Some water sounds good,” He agreed. I nodded, brushing my thumb over the back of his hand before letting go. 

My heart felt lighter as I walked through the hallway. I smiled at Leia as she entered the room. 

“Thank you, Han,” I said with a grateful grin. “I’m glad you managed to both get out safe.”

“For a guy like me it was no problem,” Han boasted. 

“Yeah yeah,” I rolled my eyes. “Take it easy now, you deserve a break.”

I waved at Han and Chewie as they went into the medbay as well. I grabbed a bottle of water and Banth called out to me.

“Hey!” He exclaimed with a smile. “I thought you’d be by Luke’s side 24/7 right now.”

“Oh hush,” I waved him off. “I’m just getting him some water. Besides, Han and Leia are keeping him company right now.”

“I’m glad it all turned out well,” Banth nodded. “Yilla told me about…”

I sighed, “Yeah, I’d rather not talk about it.”

We said our goodbye and I made my way back to where Luke was. Nothing could bring my mood down right now. Well…I suppose walking in on Leia kissing Luke dampened my spirits a bit. She stormed out right after.

“Take it easy,” Han said sarcastically, walking out as well, the others following.

Our eyes locked and I tried to keep myself seeming neutral, but his grin quickly faded into a look of…fear? I’m not sure why.

“I’m…sorry,” I said awkwardly, fidgeting with the water bottle. “Did…I interrupt something?”

“I-no,” Luke stuttered, a desperate look on his face. “I-She-”

Tilting my head, I looked at him confused, “You don’t have to explain anything, Luke.” I gave him an awkward smile and handed him the water bottle. “It’s none of my business,” I shrugged, trying to act normal. “Now drink your water, don’t need you getting dehydrated now.” 

Luke opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but frowned instead and drank from the bottle. It felt awkward, something I never really felt around Luke. I didn’t like it. I wanted to get out of this situation, but I didn’t want to seem rude either. It’s so weird how just minutes ago I was relieved that he was alive, and now I’m feeling selfish because of my own damn feelings. 

“Feeling better?” I asked once he finished drinking the water.

When he looked at me, I felt so confused as to why his eyes looked so…lost. I understand why I’d feel disheartened catching my two friends kissing (one of them being my crush). But Luke? Didn’t he like Leia? He even gave Han a smug look before realizing I was there. 

“(Y/n), I don’t like Leia-” Luke was cut off as an officer rushed in.

“Sorry to interrupt,” They apologized. “But we are starting to evacuate. The princess wanted me to tell you that if you want to stay with the rebellion, she has prepared you to leave with the transport ships, (l/n).”

“So Han really is leaving, huh,” I mumbled to myself. “Thank you, I’ll go get ready.”

The officer nodded before leaving, and I turned towards Luke who was already standing up, “You sure you’re in good enough-”

I was cut off as Luke hugged me, pulling me close to himself. I slowly hugged him back. It felt bittersweet, but I decided to enjoy hugging my friend before we possibly go into battle.

“Good luck,” I murmured. “You’re gonna need it.”

Luke chuckled and pulled away, “Is that any way you talk to your…” He trailed off, his smile wavering a bit. “…friend before they go into battle?” 

“Only you,” I smiled innocently. “Think of it as special treatment.”

“We should get going now,” I commented as a person ran down the hallway. 

“Right,” Luke nodded. I waved at him.  I ran out to the hangar, stopping by the Mellenium falcon. 

“Hey Chewie,” I greeted. He let out a growl and surprised me with a hug. I hugged him back. Maker I’m going to miss these two. “You keep Han out of trouble, okay? Well, at least as much trouble as you can.” Chewie groaned sadly and I pulled away. Walking backwards, I looked up at the top of the Millennium Falcon, trying to spot Han. His head poked over the side and I waved up at him.

“You take care of yourself, ya hear?” I called up with a smile. 

“That’s what I do best, isn’t it?” He replied back. I rolled my eyes in amusement. “Keep an eye out on those two though, wouldja?” 

“What else am I gonna do?” I teased waving goodbye and joined the group of pilots that crowded around Leia. 

“All troop carriers will assemble at the North Entrance,” Leia ordered. “The heavy transport ships will leave as soon as they’re loaded. Only two fighter escorts per ship. The energy shield can only be opened for a short time, so you’ll have to stay very close to your transports.”

“Two fighters against a star destroyer?” A pilot asked. 

“An ion cannon will fire several shots to make sure that any enemy ships will be out of your flight path,” Leia explained. “When you’ve gotten past the energy shield, proceed directly to the rendezvous point. Understood?” They all agreed and dispersed. 

“Come with me,” Leia ordered me and I followed her into the communication room. I watched beside Leia at how we were doing. 

The first transport made it, and we all seemed to be in good spirits. That fell once the base started shaking, a fighter ship explaining that there were three walkers. I tried to bite my smile back as I heard Luke give out orders. I ignored the way Leia glanced at me, her eyes twinkling in mischief. Her gaze quickly grew serious once we heard about the casualties. I fidgeted a bit, the tables quickly turning.

“I don’t think we can protect two transports at a time,” The communications officer reported. 

“It’s risky, but we can’t hold on much longer,” Leia replied. The base shook once more, and C3PO held onto my shoulder for support. When did he get here? “We have no choice.”

“Launch patrol,” The officer ordered. 

“Evacuate the remaining ground staff,” Leia ordered another commander. We watched him leave and Leia turned towards me, “That means you too.”

I frowned, eyebrows furrowing, “No way, I’m leaving when you’re leaving.” 

Leia sighed but nodded, turning back towards the computers. Soon, it was just Leia, C3PO and a few communicators. The base shook more than ever, Leia and I holding onto each other as the structures around us crumbled. 

“You okay?” She asked, looking me over for any injuries.

“Yeah,” I replied breathlessly. “You?”

“As good as I can be,” She murmured, turning around and checking the monitor in front of us. Luckily, it still seemed to be in good shape. Leia continued monitoring the situation, and I was getting a little antsy.

“Shouldn’t we-” I was cut off by Han.

“You alright?” He asked, alerting us of his presence. 

“Why are you still here?” Leia asked, not happy seeing him. 

“Heard the command center had been hit,” Han replied, raising an eyebrow at me. 

“You’ve got your clearance to leave,” Leia replied, not even looking at him. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll leave,” Han said snarkily. “First I’m going to get you to your ship.” Han climbed over the rubble to us.

“Your highness, we must take this last transport,” C3PO cried. “It’s our only hope!”

Leia walked away from Han just as he got to us, “Send all troops in sector 12 to the south slope to protect the fighters.”

The center sparked up once more as the base shook, and I crouched down to keep myself steady. 

“Imperial troops have entered the base. Imperial troops have entered the base,” Someone reported through comms. I looked towards Han and Leia in fear. We needed to leave, now.

“Come on, that’s it,” Han said, grabbing Leia’s arm. 

“Give the evacuation code signal,” Leia finally ordered. “And get to your transports!” I followed behind the two, not exactly liking the way Han led Leia. 

“Wait for me!” I heard C3PO shout behind me. I glanced back, seeing that he was keeping up on his own. Once we got into a hallway, we began running towards the last transport. I kept my eye out, hoping to not run into any enemies. The path in front of us collapsed, nearly hitting Leia. I panted, out of breath, just glad to see that Han was protecting Leia. I helped her stand up as Han looked towards the now dead end. 

“Transport, this is Solo,” Han spoke into his comm. “Better take off. I can’t get to you. I’ll get them out on the Falcon. Come on.” I glanced at Leia who didn’t look pleased in the slightest. We passed by C3PO, but we didn’t have time to dwadle. 

Finally reaching the entrance to the hangar we ran in. I smiled a bit as I noticed Han pause for C3PO to enter. Chewie waved us over and we ran as fast as we could. 

“Hurry up, goldenrod!” Han shouted behind him. “You’re gonna be a permanent resident!”

Chewie, Han and Leia got on first. I stayed by the door to the ramp, and lifted it once I saw C3PO enter. My heart hammered as I heard the engine stall, and I quickly followed after C3PO who was calling out to Han. Han did not seem too happy and ran to the cockpit.

“This bucket of bolts is never gonna get us past that blockade,” Leia snapped. I couldn’t help but agree. 

“This baby’s got a few surprises left in her, sweetheart,” Han dismissed. “(Y/n), go man the blaster.”

“Right,” I nodded, running to the ladder and getting ready as quickly as I could. I did a scan of the perimeter and fired at the troopers that entered. Turning a bit, I noticed a group of troopers trying to set up a gatling blaster. I quickly shot at them and the ship started flying out. 

“What’s going on?” I asked as I watched us get approached by a star destroyer. 

“Just keep your eyes out for tie fighters,” Han replied back, clearly under stress. 

“Copy,” I replied, spinning the blaster around. Four tie fighters started shooting at us, and I shot back. 

“Star destroyers, two of ‘em comin right at us,” Han alerted me as the ship continued to shake. 

My shooting became more erratic as I started to panic. I managed to shoot a tie fighter down. My stomach dropped along with the ship as we suddenly plummeted. I reclaimed my gun, shooting when they came into range. The ship kept spinning around and I felt myself get queasy. There was no way I could shoot anything like this!

“Keep shooting!” I heard Han shout to me in the hallway. 

“What’s going on?” I asked through comms. 

“The damn ship is a hunk of junk, that’s what,” Leia replied. 

I shook my head, getting another tie fighter shot down. Suddenly, the trigger didn’t work and I couldn’t do anything anymore. 

“Shit,” I muttered. Not being able to help here anymore, I went back into the cockpit. 

“What the…” Leia murmured and my gaze fell onto the asteroids coming towards us. “Han, get up here!”

“Oh, no,” Han muttered, taking a seat. Leia got up so Chewie could take her spot. “Chewie, set two-seven-one.” 

“What are you doing?” I asked, looking towards Han.

“You’re not actually going into an asteroid field?” Leia asked incredulously. 

“They’d be crazy to follow us, wouldn’t they?” Han asked like it was that simple. I shook my head. This was all stupid. 

“You don’t have to do this to impress me,” Leia replied. 

“Sir, the possibility of successfully navigating an asteroid field is approximately 3,720 to 1,” C3PO cried out. 

“Never tell me the odds,” Han shouted back. 

“It was nice knowing ya,” I groaned out. Leia glanced at me and rolled her eyes. Han flew between the asteroids, a tie fighter exploding in front of us. The explosion caused the ship to shake and I held onto the chair Leia fell into. 

“You said you wanted to be around when I made a mistake. This could be it, sweetheart,” Han said snarkily to Leia. What the hell was going on with them? 

“I take it back,” Leia replied back. “We’re going to get pulverized if we stay out here much longer.”

“Ain’t gonna argue that,” Han muttered. “I’m going in closer to one of the big ones.”

I frowned, I think I knew what he was planning, but I didn’t like it. Leia and 3PO questioned Han. I steadily held onto the chair as Han flew us into a crater, and maneuvered us through a small crevice. The last tie fighter ran into the wall.

“Where are we going?” I asked, Han entering a hole that went towards the core of the asteroid. 

“I hope you know what you're doing,” Leia muttered. 

“Yeah, me too,” Han replied back, not reassuring in the slightest. Landing somewhat deep in the cavern, Han parked the ship. “I’m gonna shut down everything but the emergency power systems.”

“Sir, I’m almost afraid to ask,” C3PO spoke up. “But does that include shutting me down too?”

“No,” Han replied. “I need you to talk to the Falcon. Find out what’s wrong with the hyperdrive.”

The ship started rocking back and forth. Maker, we really couldn’t catch a break. 

“Sir, it’s quite possible this asteroid is not entirely stable,” C3PO piped up again. 

“Not entirely stable?” Han asked sarcastically. “Well I’m glad you’re here to tell us things. Chewie, take the professor in the back and plug him into the hyperdrive. (Y/n), why don’t you go help out Chewie.”

“I only know the basics-” Han cut me off.

“You got the damn droid to yap your ear off,” Han dismissed. I sighed and took my leave. The ship rocked again, and I held onto the wall to not fall. I watched as Chewie pulled himself up.

“Need help up there?” I called up. Chewie only growled in a tone I learned meant no. Hesitantly, I looked over to C3PO, “Is there anything I can help fix?”

“There is quite a lot that needs to be fixed on this ship,” He started to ramble. 

“Anything to do with wiring?” I asked. “I’ve got a little knowledge in that.”

“Over there is a panel that got blasted,” C3PO said, pointing down a hallway. 

I nodded and quickly found the panel. Wires of many colors hung out. All I have to do is make sure to match the colors right? Make sure not to touch the live wire to the ground one, and cover the wires with tape since that’s the best I can do at the moment. I got to work, time passing by quickly as I focused on the task at hand. 

Once I finished that, I went to see if anything similar needed to be done. Not being able to find anything, I made my way to the cockpit. I noticed that Leia sat in one of the chairs, seeming distressed. 

“Something wrong?” I asked, sitting next to her. 

She looked at me surprised before shaking her head, “Besides the situation we’re in? Well…no.” I didn’t believe her, seeing as she didn’t make eye contact with me. 

“I won’t judge,” I replied back. “I won’t tell anyone either. Sometimes it’s nice to get things off your chest.”

She frowned and looked at me, “I’m sorry I kissed Luke.” My eyebrows raised, it felt like that happened so long ago. “Han has been pushing at my buttons for so long. Keeps trying to get me to admit my feelings for him. In all my frustration I wanted to prove him wrong…”

“It’s okay Leia,” I consoled. “It’s not exactly my position to forgive, since it was Luke you kissed and not me.”

“But I did it with the knowledge of your feelings towards him,” She countered. 

I felt myself flush, it made me feel so vulnerable to admit these feelings I held, “It’s not like we’re a thing. Besides, if anything, I’m more concerned about Han and you,” I changed the subject. “If he’s being too pushy just tell me, I’ll have a little talk with him.”

“We kissed,” Leia blurted out, looking out towards the windshield. 

“What!” I exclaimed, but Leia’s attention was drawn to something outside. 

I followed her gaze, wondering what was more important than what she just confessed. Only for a creature to cling to the windshield, causing Leia to fall backward and scream. I followed Leia into the main corridor.

“There’s something out there,” Leia alerted Han. 

“Where?” Han asked, removing his welding goggles. 

“Outside?” I said, not sure where else it could be. Suddenly, something sounded from above us. 

“I’m going outside,” Han muttered, grabbing an oxygen mask. 

“Are you crazy?” Leia asked. 

“I just got this bucket back together,” Han replied back. “I’m not going to let something tear it apart.” 

“Then I’m going with you,” Leia fought back. 

“(Y/n), stay back and be ready to start the ship,” Han ordered.

I scoffed, “Why me?”

“Because princess over here won’t,” Han waved me off. I just shook my head as I went to the cockpit, taking a seat in the pilot seat. I rocked back and forth in the chair, looking over the controls. It’s gotta be similar to my old ship, right? I could pilot small ships, but I’ve never done one this big before. C3PO joined me not too long after. I heard a blaster go off, but not much else. I let out a startled scream as a creature flew past the windshield. C3PO also shouting out. The ship started rocking and I held onto the panel, trying to keep myself steady. 

The rocking kept getting worse and Han shouted, “Turn on the ship!” I flipped the switches that I thought was correct, and the ship’s light turned on. Chewie entered and I stood up, letting him take over. I sat down behind Chewie and strapped myself in. 

“You can’t make the jump to light speed in this astrofield,” Leia shouted, joining us. 

“Sit down sweetheart,” Han replied. “We’re taking off.”

“Look!” 3PO shouted.

“I see it,” Han dismissed. The opening of the so-called cave started closing. 

“The cave is collapsing,” Leia gasped.

“This isn’t a cave,” I replied, horrified. I can’t believe we were just sitting inside a beast this entire time. We barely managed to squeeze through the teeth, the worm-like creature trying to eat us after we left. We flew off of the asteroid and they prepared to make the launch to lightspeed. Hitting the switch…nothing happened. I groaned, Chewie also complaining.

“It’s not fair,” Han complained. “Transfer circuits aren’t working. It’s not my fault.”

“No lightspeed?” Leia mocked. 

“It’s not my fault,” Han mumbled. The ship already under fire. 

“Sir, we’ve just lost the main rear deflector shield,” 3PO reported. “One more direct hit on the back quarter and we’re done for.” 

“Turn her around,” Han pointed at Chewie. “I’m gonna put all power in the front shield.” 

“You're going to attack them?” Leia asked astounded. 

“Sir, the odds of surviving a direct assault on an imperial-” I cut C3PO off. 

“No more odds!” I exclaimed, not liking the pressure I felt already. 

Turning the ship around, they flew over the star destroyer and parked on the ship on one of their blind spots. 

“No fucking way,” I mumbled, slouching in my chair. 

“Captain Solo, this time you’ve gone too far,” C3PO scolded. Chewie growled at him. “No, I will not be quiet. Why doesn’t anyone listen to me?”

“The fleet’s beginning to break up,” Han pointed out. “Go back and stand by the manual release for the landing claw.” Chewie agreed and left. 

“I really don’t see how that’s going to help,” C3PO said. “Surrender is a perfectly acceptable alternative in extreme situations. The Empire may be gracious enough-” Leia shut him off and I felt relieved.  

“Thank you,” I relented. 

“What’s your next move?” Leia asked. 

“If they follow standard imperial procedure,” Han explained. “They’ll dump their garbage before they go to lightspeed and then we just float away.” 

“With the rest of the garbage,” Leia nodded mockingly. 

“Then we got to find a safe port around here,” Han said. “Any ideas?”

“Where are we?” I asked.

“The Anot system,” Han replied. 

“There’s not much here,” Leia shook her head. 

“No,” Han agreed. “Well, wait. This is interesting. Lando!”

“Lando?” I asked, confused at what he meant. 

“Lando Calrissian,” Han clarified. “He’s a card player, gambler, scoundrel. You’ll like him.” The last part being directed at Leia. I sent her a questionable glance and she just shook her head. “Bespin. It’s pretty far, but I think we can make it.”

I looked at the montier, reading the information, “A mining colony?”

“Yeah, a tibanna gas mine,” Han replied. “Lando conned somebody out of it. We go back a long way, Lando and me.”

“That doesn’t seem reassuring,” I mumbled. 

“Can you trust him?” Leia asked. 

“No,” Han reckoned. “But he’s got no love for the Empire, I can tell you that.” The ship started moving, “Here we go Chewie, stand by…detach!” The ship drifted along with the other trash.

“You do have your moments,” Leia praised. “Not many of them, but you do have them.” She leaned up and kissed his cheek. I met her gaze and she looked off. We flew off and I decided to take a nap. 

The feeling of the ship shaking woke me, and I hurried off to the cockpit. 

“What’s going on?” I asked, stumbling a bit due to my grogginess. The sunrise was breathtaking as it illuminated the floating civilization. 

“We reached Bespin,” Leia told me. Being able to land, we all exited the ship. 

“Oh, no one to meet us,” C3PO remarked. 

“I don’t like this,” Leia shook her head. 

“Well, what would you like?” Han mocked. 

“They did let us land,” I shrugged. 

“Look, don’t worry,” Han tried to console. “Everything’s going to be fine. Trust me.” The door opened and my hand went to my blaster on reflex, but Han put a hand on my shoulder, patted it and looked between me and Chewie, “You two keep an eye out, okay?” I nodded, and Han went to greet this so-called Lando.

“Why you slimy, double-crossing, no-good swindler,” Lando ridiculed. “You got a lot of guts coming here after what you pulled.” And I wondered why Han thought of him as a friend. Han pointed to himself, and I kept a hand over my blaster. I kept having to brush my hair back, the wind blowing it out of place. Lando lunged towards Han, causing him to flinch back, but pulled him in for a hug laughing. I kept my eyes out, feeling a little more relieved but not entirely so.

“How you doin’, you old pirate?” Lando asked with a grin. “So good to see you!” 

“Well, he seems very friendly,” C3PO spoke up. I kept silent, watching as the guards went back inside, and approached Han and Lando.

“What are you doing here?” Lando asked. 

“Ah, repairs,” Han replied, pointing to the Millennium Falcon. “I thought you could help me out.”

“What have you done to my ship,” Lando asked in a serious tone.

“Your ship?” Han mocked. “Hey, remember, you lost her to me fair and square.” I pursed my lips. Of course. Of course Han would call the man who lost his ship in a gamble his friend. 

“And how you doin’ Chewbacca?” Lando asked over Han’s shoulder. Chewie growled in response. “You still hanging around with this loser?” Chewie stood beside me, gowling once more. Leia stepped on my other side, giving Lando a suspicious glance. “Hello,” Lando mused. “What have we here? Welcome, I’m Lando Carissian. I’m the administrator of this facility. And who might you be?” 

I held back from rolling my eyes. I suppose I shouldn’t have expected anything less from someone who Han called a friend. 

“Leia,” She replied with a forced grin.

Grabbing her hand, Lando kissed the back of it, “Well Miss Leia.”

I bit back a laugh as Han tried to wedge himself between the two, “All right, all right you old smoothie.” Han grabbed her hand instead and walked forward. Landos gaze fell onto me and C3PO.

“And you?” He asked with a sly grin.

“I’m (y/n),” I greeted with a nod. Chewie bumped my arm with his. Wrapping my arm around his, I leaned against him and followed. I don’t know why but I just wanted to be close to somebody. Probably my anxiety. Thankfully Chewie didn’t seem to mind. 

“Hello sir,” I heard C3PO start to rattle from behind us. “I am C3PO, human cyborg relations. My facilities are at your-”

Lando passed by Chewie and I, his stare clearly on Leia. Poor woman can’t catch a break. 

“What’s wrong with the Falcon?” Lando asked.

“Hyperdrive,” Han responded. 

“I’ll get my people to work on her,” Lando smiled. “That ship saved my life quite a few times. She’s the fastest hunk of junk in the galaxy.” 

“How’s the gas mine?” Han asked, making small talk. “Still paying off for you?”

I tuned them out, taking in my surroundings. We walked down white stairs and corridors. It was a nice looking place. I fiddled with Chewie’s fur, making sure I was gentle. After a few seconds, I realized I couldn’t hear C3PO following us anymore. Looking behind me, I searched for the golden droid but couldn’t find him. Tugging on Chewie’s arm to gain his attention, he growled softly looking down at me.

“C3PO,” I whispered, pointing behind us. We turned around and walked back the path a bit. A door closed, but I didn’t pay it much mind, looking down the hallway instead. Chewie let out a growl and I agreed, not wanting to get lost. We quickly caught up with Han and Leia. 

“You two must be hot,” Lando said, looking towards Leia and I. “With all that winter gear I’m surprised you aren’t melting.” I decided to not sound annoying by explaining my heat resistance, and nodded with Leia. “Well don’t worry, I’ve already got my people getting outfits ready, here are the rooms. Once your finished, walk up the stairs at the end of the hall to the waiting room”

“Thank you,” Leia and I thanked. 

“C’mon Chewie,” Han said with a grin. “Let’s make sure no one breaks the ship.”

“Uhm,” I tried to speak up, gaining all of their attention. “We lost C3PO along the way. Uh…just so everyone knows.”

Lando nodded, “Thanks for bringing it up, I’ll tell everyone to keep an eye out.” I nodded, rushing into the room I was given. The room wasn’t too big, a folding screen sat in the middle, clothes thrown over the top. I discarded the insulated clothes I was currently wearing and adorned the new ones I was given. A light beige top with a dark brown jacket, dark brown pants to match. It was a bit comforting because it reminded me of my old Tatooine outfit. 

Opening the door, I peaked out first. I glanced towards Leia’s room. Should I knock? What if she was already in the waiting room? I kept debating what to do, but my question was eventually answered when she exited. Her outfit contrasted mine, and I found that fact neat. I exited as well and caught up with her.

“How are you feeling?” I asked as we walked up the stairs. 

“I’m not sure how to feel,” Leia sighed. 

“I like your hair,” I complimented. “Sorry, off topic.”

She smiled softly, “It’s okay, and thank you. How are you feeling?”

“Honestly?” I asked, taking a seat on one of the blindingly white couches. “I guess I haven’t had much time to think about it. On one hand, I’m starting to get a bad feeling about this place, it just seems too good to be true, not to mention C3PO. On the other hand, well…I guess I’m kind of worried about Luke. Did he make it with the other rebel members? Is he worried about us? Who's going to watch over him?”

Leia sat next to me, a soft look on her face, “You should tell him how you feel when you see him next. You never know when it might be your last chance.”

I groaned, “I know. It’s just so…scary. I’ve never felt this strongly towards someone before, and I’ve never had time for relationships before.”

Grabbing my hand, she held it gently in her own, “New situations are always going to be scary, but I can tell that Luke cares about you too. More than you think.”

I nodded, “Well what’s going on between you and Han? There’s something obviously going on…”

Leia only rolled her eyes, a small smile on her lips, “Don’t even get me started on that.”

I laughed with her. A comfortable silence fell over us. Glancing up at the windows that surrounded us, I admired the blue sky. Such a better contrast to the constant gray I’ve only seen on Hoth. She let go of my hand and stood up, pacing the room. We turned to Han as he entered the room, informing us that the ship was almost completely fixed. 

“The sooner the better,” Leia remarked. “Something is wrong here. No one has seen or knows anything about C3PO. He’s been gone too long to have gotten lost.” 

Han gently placed his hands on her shoulders and kissed her forehead, “Relax. I’ll talk to Lando and see what I can find out.”

“I don’t trust Lando,” I spoke up, both of them turning to me. I shrunk slightly, feeling somewhat awkward at ruining their moment. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. 

“I don’t trust him either,” Han replied back. “But he is my friend. Besides, we’ll soon be gone.”

“Then you’re as good as gone, aren’t you?” Leia asked softly. They stared into each other's eyes and I decided to turn my attention elsewhere. 

The sound of Chewbacca growling immediately caught my attention as he entered the room with C3PO’s parts. “What happened?” I asked, standing up to help him. 

“Where?” Han asked, and Chewie growled some more. “Found him in a junk pile?” I frowned, this wasn’t good. Something really was going on. 

“Oh, what a mess,” Leia commented. “Chewie, you think you can repair him?” Chewie growled, in what I’m assuming is either a maybe or yes. 

“Lando’s got people that can fix him,” Han stated. Leia and I looked back at him, not believing that he just said that.

“Yeah I think that’s gonna be a no,” I frowned. 

“I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?” Lando asked once entering. I bit back my sarcastic retort, not trusting Lando even a lick anymore. 

“Not really,” Leia replied instead. 

Lando smiled at her, and I didn’t like the look in his eyes, “You look absolutely beautiful. You truly belong here with us among the clouds.”

“Thank you,” Leia spoke politely.

“Would you join me for a refreshment?” He asked, and I quickly made my way to Leia’s side, trying to soften my glare. He looked at me and I could tell he tried to be more inviting, “Everyone’s invited of course.” Han held out his arm for Leia, her grabbing onto it. Lando seemed to finally notice C3PO and asked, “Having trouble with your droid?”

“No, no problem, why?” Han dismissed, and led Leia away before I could say anything. Maker did I want to say something. Lando took one last glance at C3PO before following after the other two, Chewie waited for me to join him and held up the rear of the group. 

“I want to leave,” I grumbled to Chewie. “I have a bad feeling about all of this.”

Chewie grumbled softly in reply. Lando kept talking about the Empire, and it made me feel even more uneasy. When he mentioned that he made a deal that would keep the Empire out I felt like the pin hit the ground. Before I could say anything, Lando opened the doors to a room with Darth Vader sitting at a dining table. I took a step back out of instinct, immediately lifting my blaster up. Han and I shot out at Vader, him deflecting it like it was nothing. 

Using the force, Vader grabbed our blasters, “We would be honored if you would join us.” Boba Fett walked out from his hiding spot and stood slightly behind Vader. I glared at them, scanning around me for a means of escape, only for stormtroopers to rush in behind us. 

“I had no choice,” Lando said remorsefully. “They arrived just before you did. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too,” Han replied, glancing at Leia. We entered the room, Darth Vader taking a seat once more. 

Quickly, he dismissed Chewbacca, and stormtroopers escorted him out of the room. Not without him making a fuss. Not long after that, we were all separated. I was taken into a room and strapped to a chair. I was laying for what felt like forever, and I tried to hide my fear once I heard the door open. I clenched my fists, not wanting to see who entered. If I can’t see them, they can’t see me…right? No, of course that was a childish thought. I could hear the infamous heavy breathing of the sith lord. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see what was going to happen. 

Slowly, I felt the chair move and I peaked an eye open to see a strange machine I’ve never seen before. Suddenly, an all encompassing pain shot throughout my entire body and I couldn’t stop the scream that ripped from my lungs. The tears from my eyes seemed to evaporate as the feeling of electricity flowing through my body seemed to get worse. 

My entire body slumped against the restraints once it stopped. My body continued to tingle and my throat felt scratchy due to my screaming. My tears slowly faded. Unstrapping my body, the two stormtroopers that were supervising me grabbed me by my arms and dragged me to a room. I never felt so relieved to see Chewie than at this moment. He stood up and came to my side when the stormtroopers tossed me down and left. I looked up and noticed that Han was laid out on a metal slab, C3PO a little farther with his head on backwards. 

“You’ve looked better,” Han spoke up, his head aimed towards me. I just grumbled under my breath, Chewie picking me up and holding me. I focused on clenching and unclenching my muscles, trying to get them to relax. Leia came rushing in and went straight towards Han. Chewie and I tried to give them their moment, and he growled softly at me.

“I’ll be fine,” I whispered. “I’m gonna be real sore after that though.” He growled sadly in response and suddenly the doors opened. 

“Lando,” Leia scoffed. 

Chewie roared at him, holding me closer to himself. Lando stared at him, before his gaze fell onto me and his stare held remorse.

“Get out of here, Lando,” Han ordered. 

“Shut up and listen,” Lando commanded. I just stared at him lazily. “Vader has agreed to turn Leia, (y/n), and Chewie over to me. They’ll have to stay here, but they’ll be safe.”

“What about Han?” Leia asked. I already knew this. There’s a reason why Boba Fett’s here. I’m just surprised that Jabba hasn’t asked for my head too, but I suppose he only really cared about Han. 

“Vader’s given him to the bounty hunter,” Lando confirmed. 

“Vader wants us all dead,” Leia argued. 

“He doesn’t want you at all!” Lando exclaimed. “He’s after somebody called Skywalker.”

I felt my heart drop. No, no, no, no this can’t be happening. We are currently baits for a trap? For Luke? Someone’s gotta warn him, tell him to get as far as he can. 

“Not Luke,” I mumbled, patting Chewie’s arm for him to set me down. I swayed a bit, holding on to Chewie for support before getting my full footing. “We gotta warn him.”

“Vader set a trap for him,” Lando explained. 

“And we’re the bait!” Leia shouted. 

“He’s on his way,” Lando informed. 

“You fixed us all real good, didn’t you?” Han asked, slowly getting up and walking towards Lando. “My friend.” Han landed a strong punch, making Lando fall backwards. Han fell forward, getting hit by a guard, only for Lando to stop them. I went to move forward, but a guard held a blaster to Chewie and I. 

“I’ve done all I can,” Lando remarked. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do better but I’ve got my own problems.”

“Yeah,” Han mocked. “You’re a real hero.”

Lando stormed out and we all tried to help Han up, but I stumbled a bit. Everything was sore and my legs felt like jelly. Han waved them off, clearly still in pain.

“You certainly have a way with people,” Leia said softly. 

I took a seat as they put Han back on the metal slab. Leaning against the wall wasn’t comfortable, but it’ll do. I closed my eyes and tried to get as much rest as I could. So many thoughts flying around in my head. Han is going to be shipped back to Jabba, who knows what Jabba will do to him. Apparently the rest of us are supposed to stay on this forsaken planet, and Luke…Oh Luke. Why does he have to get dragged into this? How does he even know we’re here? I suppose Jedi intuition? So that’s why Vader hurt Han and I? I just wish I could communicate with Luke somehow.

And once again, why didn’t Jabba want me? Did they think I was dead? Did they think Han killed me? Is that for better or worse? I hope my parents aren’t too worried. Who am I kidding, they’re probably devastated. They probably think I was killed for some ridiculous rebellion, or worse, doing a job for Jabba. I hope dad hasn’t done anything to get himself killed. I wish I could see them. Maker, I’m sounding like a child. 

I lifted my head, alerted by the sound of the door. In came Boba Fett with a few stormtroopers behind him. I glared as he ordered us up and to follow him. First it was Han, Leia, and then me and Chewie (who had C3PO on his back). They put some weird restraints on Han, making Chewie growl, but they didn’t flinch. They led us into a dim room, only being lit with orange lights. We were put next to Lando as Darth Vader came into the room. 

“What’s going on? Buddy.” Han asked Lando.

“You’re being put into carbon freeze,” Lando whispered back. 

I zoned out, realizing just what was going to happen. Why the hell would they do that? Just what does Vader want? I was snapped out of my thoughts when Vader ordered them to put Han in. Chewie started yelling, fighting anyone he could. Han stopped him.

“Hey! Hey! Listen to me Chewie,” Han shouted. “This won’t help me. Save your strength. There will be another time. The princess, (y/n), you gotta take care of them.”  The troopers had put binders on Chewie, Leia and I approached him as he slowly calmed down. “Do you hear me, huh?” Han asked. Chewie only growled back sadly. I turned to hug Chewie, as Han and Leia shared a kiss. Stormtroopers separated the two lovers, pushing Han into position.

“I love you,” Leia finally confessed. I'm just sad it had to be in this situation. 

 “I know,” Han replied. He was then slowly lowered, Chewie’s cried out once more. I buried my face in Chewie’s arm, not able to watch Han’s possible death. The sounds of machines whirring and Vader’s breathing is all I could hear. I jumped at the sound of metal thunking, and peeking out to see Han’s body frozen in pain, encased in carbon. I glanced over at Leia who was also holding onto Chewie, pain shown clearly in her gaze. I walked over to her and held her to me, Chewie also turning to embrace her better.

“Oh, they’ve encased him in carbonite,” C3PO said, now getting a view of what was happening. “He should be quite well protected, if he survived the freezing process that is.”

“Well, Calrissian,” Vader spoke up finally. “Did he survive?”

“Yes, he’s alive,” Lando reported. “And in perfect hibernation.” I felt a bit better at that, but not much. 

“He’s all yours, bounty hunter,” Vader said. “Prepare the chamber for Skywalker.” I stared at Vader in horror. Of course this was just a test. I didn’t know how to feel, first Han, and now Luke…

“Skywalker just landed, lord,” A captain reported. Leia and I looked at each other in fear. 

“Good,” Vader said. “See to it that he finds his way here.” Vader walked closer to Han’s body, Lando walked towards us and grabbed Leia’s arm. Chewie and I pulled her closer to us and she yanked her arm from him with a glare. “Calrissian, take the princess, the Devaronian, and Wookie to my ship.”

“You said they’d be left in the city under my supervision,” Lando argued. 

“I am altering the deal,” Vader replied back. “Pray I don’t alter it any further.”

Leia’s eyes never seemed to leave Han, and I rubbed her shoulder, trying to comfort her in any way I could. Lando kept looking at us with guilt, but I found it hard to sympathize with him. He started to lead us, stormtroopers guarding us as we started to make our way through the halls. The sounds of blaster fire broke me out of my stupor and I tried to look, Leia seeming to have the same idea. A stormtrooper shoved her forward, but I knew that there was only one person that could be.

“Luke!” I shouted. “Run! Get out of-” I was interrupted by the closest stormtrooper hitting my side with their blaster. I grunted out in pain, and Leia quickly caught me before I fell. 

“Keep moving,” The stormtrooper ordered behind us. “And keep your mouth shut.” 

We kept walking. My side throbbed but I ignored it. Suddenly, the imperial officer waved Lando off and grabbed Leia, a stormtrooper grabbing me. The other stormtrooper started shooting, keeping us moving forward. My eyes widened when I saw it was Luke. 

“Luke!” Leia and I shouted as they forced us into another area. “Luke, get out of here!” I shouted.

“Luke! Don’t! It’s a trap!” Leia shouted. We struggled as we continued to try and warn him, I suppose we can only hope that he got the message. I struggled against the trooper that held me, swiggling, kicking, elbowing, anything I could think of. This only received another jab to my side and I couldn’t stop the yelp of pain that escaped me. 

They continued leading us through the winding halls, unhanding Leia and I when they were certain we wouldn’t fight back. I kept my hand to my side, feeling my ribs. I winced as a shooting pain rushed through my body. I tried taking a deep breath and that hurt terribly too. I don’t think I broke it, or I’d be crying rivers right now. But something was wrong with it. Suddenly, Lando’s people swarmed us, and made the troopers surrender. 

“Well done,” Lando spoke to what I assume is his second in command. “Hold them in the security tower. And keep it quiet. Move.” 

They all ushered the stormtroopers away and Lando handed Leia and I a blaster. I felt safer with the weight of a blaster in my hands once more. Though, it was a double edged sword as it was hard to lift with my ribs hurting. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Leia asked as Lando started to undo Chewie’s binds. 

“We’re getting outta here,” Lando spoke back. 

“I knew it all along,” C3PO spoke up. “It had been a mistake.” I threw a small glance at the droid before watching Lando in suspicion. 

“Do you think that after what you did to Han, we’re going to trust you?” Leia said incredulously. 

“Do we have much of a choice right now?” I asked Leia who only turned her glare to me. Once Chewie was let out of his bindings, he throttled Lando, growling fiercely.

“I had no choice,” Lando choked out. 

“What are you doing?” C3PO cried out. “Trust him! Trust him!”

“We understand, don’t we Chewie?” Leia mocked. “He had no choice.” 

I knew they were angry, and I knew they were hurting, but no good will happen if we are all dead. “Let him go!” I shouted, trying to pull at Chewie’s arms. “We’re no good to Han and Luke dead.”

“I’m just trying to help,” Lando choked out. 

“We don’t need any of your help,” Leia seethed. 

“Do you think this is another trick when we were already in the enemy’s hands?” I asked. I didn’t like Lando before, but we need all the help we can get now. “We don’t know how to get out of here! Please, think this through without your emotions clouding your judgment.” 

Lando tried to speak, but he was losing his breath quickly. Leia asked what he was saying and I could only roll my eyes. If you want to hear him speak, maybe stop Chewie from choking him. 

“There's still a chance to save Han,” Lando breathed out. “At the East…platform.”

Chewie finally let go, and I stumbled back a bit. Lando held his neck, gasping for air.

“I’m terribly sorry about all this,” C3PO apologized. “After all, he’s only a Wookie.”

I rushed after Leia and Chewie as they made their way to the East platform. I glanced back at Lando but only shook my head. I’m not sure why he went through all these loops to only help us once more and put himself on the line. Lando quickly caught up to us, and led us the correct way. I kept an eye out, blaster at the ready. Making our way outside, R2 was hiding in a hallway.

“R2, where have you been?” C3PO asked. Chewie turned around to see, “Wait, turn around, you wooly..” R2 beeped back and C3PO replied, “Hurry! We are trying to save Han from the bounty hunter.” I kept glancing back, making sure they were close by, but I kept pace with Leia. The pain in my side throbbed but I ignored it. 

Finally, we made it to the East platform, but the ship was already taking off. Leia tried to shoot at it, but I knew we were too late. I looked over to Leia with sadness, and she was clearly even more devastated as she stared at the ship that kept getting smaller.

“Oh, no!” C3PO shouted. “Chewie, they're behind you!” 

We all quickly turned around and got into cover. Stormtroopers shot at us, and I shot back, giving the others cover as they went through a hallway. I quickly followed behind. This continued for a bit, me providing cover for the others and then quickly following them. We got to a door, Lando trying to input a code, but it wasn’t working.

“The security input has been changed,” Lando stated. 

“R2, you can tell the computer to override the security systems,” C3PO ordered. I watched silently as Lando informed the people on his planet of the Empire. R2 beeped wildly as he was shocked. 

“This way,” Lando informed, leading us to another bay. People were running by us as we passed by them. Chewie and I held the stormtroopers at bay on one side, Leia at the other. Chewie growled at me, pushing me towards the door, and I ran towards the Millennium  Falcon. I climbed up the ramp quickly, heading right for the cockpit. I flipped the switches I did before, and the ship turned on. Chewie joined me shortly and started to fly the ship. 

Adrenaline continued to pump through me as all I could think of was Han and Luke. Once again, those two were in danger. I barely noticed when Leia and Lando joined us, too focused on finding enemy ships. 

“(Y/n),” Leia spoke softly. I looked back at her in surprise, body tensing. I noticed her face was a bit hardened, but her eyes showed her softness towards me. “You should go take a break, watch over the droids.”

I shook my head, “I’m fine.” Suddenly, she looked out the window and muttered Luke’s name.

“We’ve got to go back,” Leia whispered. 

“What?” Lando asked in shock.

“I know where Luke is,” She replied, looking at Lando and I. My eyes widened, staring at her intently.

“What about those fighters?” Lando asked. 

I glared at him, “Screw the fighters.”

Chewie growled at Lando, which caused Leia to order, “Just do it.” 

We flew back towards the floating city. Aiming the ship to fly beneath it, Lando pointed out that there was a person on the wire underneath. I felt my heart accelerate as my eyes scanned over the person.

“It’s Luke,” I muttered. 

“Chewie, slow down,” Leia ordered. “We’ll get under him. Lando, open the top hatch.”

“I’ll go,” I argued, standing up. 

“No,” Leia said with a strict tone. “You won’t be able to carry him in your state.” 

I frowned, knowing she was right. But I couldn’t just stand here. So I waited at the bottom of the hatch. I paced back and forth, not sure what I was going to see. Lando came down with Luke in his arms, and it felt like I went into autopilot. I grabbed a blanket that was close to me and threw it around Luke’s shoulders. He looked terrible, handsome, but absolutely battered. His hair was a mess, a cut under his eye, and he was clutching right arm. I hugged Luke, taking him back into a medical bed. 

He seemed so out of it. His eyes were squinting, and I wasn’t sure if he was even really conscious. I started tending to what I could, fear starting to absorb me. Maker, not another near death experience. I ran my hand through his hair, grabbing a wipe to disinfect the cut near his eye. Then, my eyes ran down to his arm and I gasped. Quickly, I grabbed a bandage and wrapped it around where his hand would normally rest.

“(Y/n),” Luke murmured. 

“I’m right here,” I whispered back, holding his cheek gently. Luke's bright blue eyes conveyed hurt, sadness, and…fear. I had no idea what I could do, what I could say. I had no idea what he’s just been through with Vader, to what extent his injuries ran. Just that he was back with me, safe. 

“Father?” Luke called, looking up at the ceiling. I sat back, unsure what to do. “Ben…why didn’t you tell me?”

Luke then started to get up, making me question him, “What are you doing?”

“I need to help them,” He replied back.

“You’re injured,” I argued. “You need to rest.”

“Please,” He pleaded, and I could never say no to those puppy dog eyes. I nodded, and helped him up and to the cockpit. As I helped him sit in one of the chairs, I winced slightly and let out a small grunt of pain. Luke looked up at me with wide eyes and I only waved him off, sitting in the seat across from him. He seemed hesitant, but he gazed back out the windshield to the star destroyer, “Vader.” I kept an eye on him as his expression seemed troubled. I let out a gasp as we were suddenly going at lightspeed. 

I paced in front of the medic room that held Luke. They were currently attaching a prosthetic arm to Luke. I was kept out of the room, Leia telling me that Luke didn’t want me to see him in such a state. What frustrated me was that I had already seen him in that state, and I just wanted to be there for him. My ribs have already been checked out, and they were only bruised, so nothing could be done. Just try not to strain anything. The doors opened, and I turned towards Leia who stood there. 

“He’s ready to see you,” She informed me. She then came over and hugged me gently. No words needed to be said as the hug said everything. It was meant to comfort, meant to be a reassurance, meant to be a promise. That we would be by each other’s side if anything went wrong. I suppose things have already gone wrong. Once we pulled away, I entered the room, greeting the two droids as they passed me on their way out. There stood Luke, watching the galaxy. I stared at him for a few minutes, and he caught my gaze as he turned around. He smiled softly, and I smiled softly back. 

Joining his side, I stared at the stars that glowed brilliantly against the black void of space. So much has changed. I wasn’t sure what to say. I wanted to hug him, hold him, confess, tell him everything would be fine…but would it? Han was still gone, Vader was still out there… I was brought out of my thoughts when I felt Luke hold my hand.

“You’ve changed,” I whispered. “Grown out of that farmboy I used to know.”

“I’m still your Luke,” He murmured back, his gaze piercing  me. “I guess I have grown.”

My heartbeat raced and I felt drawn to his eyes, “Mine?” 

“Always,” He replied, his grin so soft, so sweet. I felt drawn to him, like we were two magnets. 

“I suppose now’s a good time to admit that I’m yours,” I confessed. “If you’d have me.”

“It would be an honor,” He breathed out, his breath fanning across my lips. Nothing more needed to be said. I wasn’t sure who kissed first, but our first kiss was one of love, passion, and longing. A kiss of comfort, and warmth. Sweet, and soft. 

“There’s so much I have to tell you,” Luke muttered once we pulled apart. “I’m scared you’ll see me differently.”

“I love you, Luke,” I replied back. “Nothing’s going to change that.”

[lajulie24]

1, 17, 30 for the fic asks!

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

This is a tough question, because I really do try to kind of mix things up in my fics these days, so there are a few examples that might work well as a starting point. But I think Cover Me is a good example of the early-relationship Han and Leia I try to write — a good team, friends before they become lovers, struggling a little with whether getting together is a good idea or not, but ultimately fitting together really well. And bonus Springsteen references, since, as we know, he is a popular Corellian singer and Han is a fan.

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even thought you might be the only person to appreciate it?

As far as an AU that basically takes Han and Leia and puts them into roles from another property, I’ve long wanted a Dirty Dancing AU. Maybe not the whole movie, maybe just the part where they finally admit their feelings for each other and then have a dance scene that turns into a love scene. Or maybe just Leia telling Han, “I’m doing all this to save your ass and what I’d really like to do is drop you on it!” Similarly I think a The Cutting Edge AU could be fun solely for Han and Leia being in “the ultimate love/skate relationship”. Also as I was thinking of this question I decided it would be really fun to put Han and Leia in an X-Files AU where they are two detectives in the GFFA solving X-Files mysteries (some of which are probably the work of a Sith Lord or random Force nonsense — I think Han might end up having to be the Scully sometimes in this scenario).

I’m not sure if I would categorize this as fully an AU so much as me just rejecting the post-ROTJ canon, but I have sort of daydreamed a post-ROTJ story where Leia decides fairly early on that being a politician and diplomat is great, but that she’s actually going to be more help to the ideals she and the Rebellion fought for if she takes a very different role. So she and Han (and maybe Luke, too, and Chewie when he’s not hanging out with his family) bum around the galaxy on the Falcon and she works on things like helping slavery liberation movements and supporting refugees and advocating alongside worlds who were especially devastated by the Empire to help them have a voice in the new government and get what they need. It kind of ends up being a Jedi thing except if the Jedi weren’t so chained to the Republic and had more leeway to help folks around the galaxy. They make use of Han’s contacts and skills and Leia studies to be a Jedi and every so often she hangs out with the Alderaanians to help them out too (although the Alderaanians also sort of make this their collective mission, too, once they are able to get a more stable foothold in the galaxy).

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

Several times! Even though I have written quite a bit of smut by now, it took me a long time before I tried it, and it’s always a little out of my comfort zone. As you know, I recently wrote smut that included some acts that…I hadn’t written about before and that made me go “OMG holy shit I cannot believe I actually wrote that” — in something in the way you move (makes me feel like I can’t live without you).

How did it affect my approach to writing thereafter? Well, I think each time I’ve tried something new, particularly in my out-of-my-comfort-zone smut writing, I’ve realized that the only way to do it is to just take yourself through it, step by step. I can’t think of it as “okay now I’m going to write Leia fucking Han” as a whole giant scene because that just makes me come to a complete stop. Depending on whose POV I’m writing, I’ve learned that the smut works better if I focus on what the POV character is noticing, what they’re feeling both physically and emotionally, and imagine each step they take in the scene (and skip over / gloss over steps that aren’t particularly relevant). Then it’s more real than movie-screen sex but not quite so real that we need to know every single detail like you would if you were doing this to someone in real life. And also, I found that when I wrote smut more often, I actually got better at it and liked writing it more.

Thank you kindly for the ask!

Fanfiction writer asks!

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~ MUSE ~

ARTIST!LUKE SKYWALKER X FEM!READER

!Modern au!

Synopsis: Ever since he was young luke has never drawn a person,it was either a scenery or still life except for his family and especially his muse.

Word count:4k

Cw: nothing just absolutely fluff and anakin being an airhead and skywalker women just teasing luke lol

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"I'm sure it'll do great! Everyone will love your work dear" padme reassured his son,they were currently having their occasional mother and son dinner date,anakin was back at home with obi-wan doing what they would normally do

"but mom, what if nobody wants to see it?" Luke asked anxiously as he looked down at his plate that still wasn't touched,padme sighed at her son's disagreement

"I'm sure that somebody will see your art gallery,i mean your artworks are beautiful!" Padme smiled as she tried to stay optimistic for her son,luke sighed before smiling back at his mother

"is leia going to be there?" He asked before finally eating his food,padme shrugged before answering "still don't know yet.. but i think she'll drop by" luke hummed at his mother's answer as he continued to eat

"is it alright if i invite somebody?" Padme asked her son,luke looked at his mother in question "who is mom?" He was suddenly intrigued at who the person was

"just y/n,plu-" luke choked at his food as he looked at his mother in shock,padme yelped surprised before handling him a glass of water "luke! Are you ok?" She asked worriedly as she caressed his bad

"mom! Why did you invite her?!" He asked his face flustered "well she was your high school friend? How could i not,and plus you never said anything about not inviting her" she said confused as she looked at her son

"but! But mom!" He whined as he covered his face in embarrassment,padme raised a brow at him "but what? Did you have a crush on her during high school?" She asked before chuckling at her sons behavior

"what?!" He said as he looked at his mother,his face was even becoming more red than ever "mom that's..!"he tried to defend himself before sighing loudly,padme chuckled at his flustered behavior

"so i was correct all along, your father insisted that you guys were not dating but he doesn't get it" padme continued as she watched her sons flustered face

"alright I'll stop, but I'll still invite her" padme sighed before chuckling at her sons horrid face as he whined again and again

"oh?" Leia asked as she smirked,it was a painting of you laying down in a hammock under a tree,in your arms was a cat that was taking a nap

"this is the first time I've seen you paint a person" Leia teased her brother, Luke Could only roll his eyes as his sister teased him "shut up,i paint you and mom too" luke grumbled as he put his hands on his hips

"yeah when we ask you" leia said specifically as she continued to tease him "I'll definitely tell han about this" leia chuckled as she took a picture of it, Luke turned to her with a shocked expression before taking her phone away but leia had already put it in her pockets before he could take it

"leia not han! He won't shut up when you tell him something!" Luke said as he started to become anxious and embarrassed at his sister's teasing

Leia raised a brow before smirking at her brother "better tend your muse then" she teased him before walking away "leia she's n!-" luke was cut off by a voice behind his back as he tried to reason with his sister

"luke?" A familiar voice said his name,he stopped there as he realized who it was,he awkwardly turned around with an awkward smile "(name)!" He said awkwardly,he could feel his whole body shaking as he stared at his first love,she smiled happily at him before hugging him tightly

"i haven't seen you in a long time! It's nice to see that you finally decided to open an art gallery with your art! I'm proud of you!" She said happily as she smiled enthusiastically at him,luke couldn't help but smile softly at her

"it's always been my dream anyways" he told her,she looked towards the in his side,she looked at it in shock before laughing lightly

"you painted me?" She asked innocently as she looked at it with wonder, luke blushed before answering her "ah..yeah i did, actually i painted a few more of.. you" he said awkwardly before looking at her expression,he felt butterflies at his stomach as he watched her look at his painting with absolute admiration, Luke couldn't stop his smile before taking her hands as he showed her around

"how about we look at the other artworks? I wanna show you my other ones" luke suggested as he held her hands firmly and softly,she nodded before following him

Padme and Leia smiled at luke as he happily showed her around the gallery before continuing their way around the gallery, Anakin popped around the corner before smiling happily as he noticed his wife and daughter "padme,leia!" He said before quickly tackling down into a hug, padme giggled in surprise as leia yelped in surprise "Ani calm yourself, there's people" padme sighed as her husband finally let them down, Anakin kissed both of his girls in the forehead before asking "is (name)?" He asked curiously before looking at (name) and luke who was currently guiding and showing her around with a smile on his face

"leave them be dad, he's having a good time" Leia said as she sighed,padme chuckled at anakins confused expression before saying 'oh' as he finally got it "yeah maybe i should" he mumbled before taking both of his girls arms and walking around the gallery as they looked and observed their son's art.

A/N: AHHHHH I'M SO SORRY THIS WAS SO LATE,i lost motivation while writing it but it's goodz now, still is my first time writing a modern au so i hope it's goodz lol, anyways it's so hot i think I'm going to die lol

[virtie333]

Twenty questions for fanfic writers

I was tagged by @agent-troi and @randomfoggytiger. Thank you! I needed this diversion today!

How many works do you have on AO3?

102

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

892,823

What fandoms do you write for?

Star Wars (sequel and original trilogy), The X-Files, Triple Frontier (still have a Moon Knight WIP, too!)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Kinetic

Flight 814

Eyes in the Night

Let's Get This Show on the Road

My Best Friend's Weddings

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! Sometimes I only have the energy for an emoji or two, but I always respond.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I always have happy endings... unless they are a cliffhanger because I was already planning another fic in the series. My craziest cliffhanger was definitely Let's Face the Music and Dance.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them? LOL Uhm, probably my happiest ending was Kinetic, because it was the actual ending of The Rise of Skywalker, only elaborated upon (Poe Dameron was on the Millennium Falcon at the end of that movie, dammit!)

Do you get hate on fics?

No hate, thank God. I did get a few people complaining I had tagged Rey/Ben Solo in My Best Friend's Weddings, but I informed them that half of the fics that end up in the Rey/Poe tag are Reylo, so they have nothing to complain about. I was warned that by doing that I would get Reylo hate, and I did not, so that made me happy.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yep. I usually include it in my long fics and the occasional smutty short, but I don't write PWP. My smut is pretty vanilla (one reader called it 'classy,' which made my day), but I do have a little bit of a praise kink myself, so that comes out sometimes.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nope.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of. I was fairly well know back in my X-File days, and I think someone would have let me know if they saw my stuff without my name on it.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I know I had a few of my X-Files fics translated years ago, and one of my Damerey, Just In Time, thanks to @marieziffer!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I was part of a crazy multi-writer X-File fic way back in the day. We wrote the thing on the fly, taking turns for every chapter. It was on the Delphi Forums X-File site. I have no clue what happened to it, but I know we never finished it!

What’s your all time favorite ship?

I am going to have to say Damerey, because I've been obsessed with it for over four years now. However, I will always love MSR and Han/Leia, and may yet write for both again someday.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I hope to God I can finish them all! My Moon Knight is waiting patiently for me to finish this crazy Sequel rewrite, and my angsty Damerey is also always on my mind.

What are your writing strengths?

I've been told my dialog is very realistic, and I've been told my smut is good, too. LOL

What are your writing weaknesses?

I find when I re-read my stuff that I favor certain phrases and use them a little too often. I also have a hard time writing action, but again, I've been told I do it well, so the struggle is worth it, I guess.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I like it, as long as it's minimal. I don't want to have to always look up what things mean and I don't want my readers to, either.

First fandom you wrote for?

Depends. I was writing Star Wars back in Junior High/High School, but nothing anybody ever read. I also wrote for Jack and Jennifer from Days of Our Lives back than. My first 'published' fanfiction was for The X-Files.

Favorite fic you’ve written?

OMG. This is tough. I really love a lot of my stuff ('write what you want to read' is my motto!). I think I'm going to have to go with El Halcón.

Thank you, muchly! No pressure tags for @romanarose, @ivystoryweaver, @melodygatesauthor, @reallyrallyauthor, @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction, @walkawaytall, @phoenix-rising-starbird-one, @diplomaticprincess, @missdictatorme, and whoever else wants to do it (not sure who all has AO3, but you can always skip that part if not!)

[flamingfuzzydice]

‼️NSFW‼️

CAN I GET AWN MY LUKE SKYWALKER HIGH HORSE FOR A MIN

☆NSFW/ 18+, defending luke skywalker being bby grl but not a baby AND a dom w my life☆

some of us, at least what i have seen on tiktok, has gotten into the habit of infantilizing luke. not to say one can’t have their indulgent baby gyal luke hc’s and preferences, but i feel like we’ve almost come to this luke=baby conclusion. this man, admittedly with his soft baby blue eyes, has come a long way from being a whiny farm boy from the first movie. he’s been through the death of his aunt and uncle, the death of uncle ben, and then the death of his father after suffering in his war—where many of his peers DIED— and yet luke was able to guide anakin back to the light anyway. not to mention yoda and how hard he worked to become a jedi !! and not to say you can’t have all this and be a mess in the sheets IM !!JUST SAYIN the fit he absolutely kills in return of the jedi shows a confident, controlled, collected jedi. he’s rather removed from who he was several years ago just joining the resistance and calling ✨the millennium falcon✨ a piece of junk. he’s not that same luke, i even think the de babyfication began when he saw his dead fam just smokin outside their house.

FURTHER MORE it is my fervent belief that while luke is very respectful and polite because he wants to be, i also believe he knows what he wants and he is very good at jedi mind tricks(i wonder why he learned those 🫣🤭🐱🫦). and luke doesn’t need anyone to protect him for sure not physically but emotionally too. he stands up to han all the time and even the emperor of the galaxy !! this mf in his all black ensemble and knee high boots is gonna sweep me awf my feet FR !! he is so assured in himself and i’m swooned

i would also like to state if anyone’s their daddy’s child it’s luke. anakin also very powerful but possessive, over protective, and willing to do literally anything for those he loved(and whiny). they are literally so much alike, luke is like padme’s grace and etiquette with anakin’s need to protect and control(“if it works” head ahh). (i also see this is leia as well but this post is abt luke) but i feel like luke is much more emotionally regulated than anakin, so

also i dabble in the occasional din x luke which is a popular ship and if ANYONE is baby girl even slightly in that relationship it’s din. i swear yall gotta SEE in that show! you gotta focus or you’ll miss it, you gotta see the way those beautiful brown eyes be beggin for someone to grab his waist i can feel it through the mask too i would not lie to y’all TRUST !! ME !!

also this is mainly just purely indulgent preference pls understand but i just can’t buy the totally submissive luke. like y’all do me a favor imagine, theatre of the mind if you will, that kind, controlled jedi but you just make him lose his mind and he has to fight not to go feral around you and just take you for him self like just LISTEN TO ME !! like imagine that gorgeous smile dropping a moment and he just glares at you and a gloved finger motions for you to come where he is, like just a hand gesture with the GLOVE!! y’all gotta think 4th dimensionally with me PLS😭😭

this is all its midnight thirty i gotta go to be but pls understand dom luke is something near and dear to my heart FR !!! also if we could not infantilize him pls (,: