Hi @hanleiacelebration! I have a prompt, if that's okay? Here it is: Han and Leia have a daughter, and the daughter gets sick, and they look after her? Thanks a lot!
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Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Original Trilogy, Star Wars: Rebellion Era - All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Leia Organa/Han Solo
Additional Tags: Pre-Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back, Shower Sex, Oral Sex, Secret Relationship, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
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Summary: All work and no play makes two people in a very new relationship eager to meet in a lone 'fresher at night.
For Smutty Scoundress September, with the prompt: Secretly showering together in the communal refresher on Echo Base (taken from this list @hanleiaprompts)
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a galaxy of her own
Han had always prided himself on being a good judge of character. His career choice left him no other option. After all, you didn´t survive long as a smuggler if you trusted the wrong people … but he had survived long, longer than most. Luck had played a part in it – it always did. It couldn´t make up for lack of skill though. So, Han was skilled, and he knew it. He knew how people worked, knew their desires and fears. Most people wanted one of three things in life: money, power, or love. Therefore, it was the loss of those things that they feared most. Any motive, any action could be traced back to either fear or one of those desires.
The Rebellion might claim to fight for freedom, but what else was freedom if not the power to decide over one´s own fate? And how many people in the Rebellion did really believe in the fight? How many were only there because they had nowhere else to go? Because they were scared? Because they were being persecuted or criminals?
Even though – or maybe because – Han understood people, he didn´t believe in them, didn´t believe in their goodness. He had no reason to.
Until she gave him one.
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As far as first impressions went, Leia Organa made a remarkable one. When they stumbled upon her on the Death Star with no plan and no way back to the Falcon, she quite literally took over her own rescue. It was irritating and, as Han would be able to admit months later, intimidating. Without even a trace of fear or doubt, she led them … right into a garbage compactor. To be fair, she had had no way of knowing it would turn on while they were in it.
Even in that situation – standing in a pile of junk, filth staining her once white gown, hair resembling an ungroomed Wookie´s fur – she appeared regal. There just was something about her that made people want to follow her. Han still couldn´t put a finger on how she did it, but it led his first impression of her to be, that she was competent and fearless. A natural leader. It didn´t make her seem very likeable, but even so, that kind of virtue could earn his respect.
So, after they had fled and the Battle of Yavin had happened, he found himself in her company again. Together with Luke and Chewie they had found refuge outside and were now seated on the mighty trunk of a fallen tree. The wind carried the sounds of the still ongoing victory party towards them. It seemed so far away, like another life. Had it really only been two days since he´d picked up Luke and the old man on Tatooine? For Luke and Leia, it had to be even worse. They´d both lost everything during those two days. Han couldn´t even begin to imagine how losing a planet must feel.
Leia didn´t seem to be able to comprehend what had happened either. When he looked at her now, there was nothing left of the determination she had shown before. The only word to describe her current state was frozen, she seemed to be completely numb and still, sadness was clinging to her. It was her spark that had been the driving force behind their escape; it had lit a beacon of hope for the Rebellion and energized the pilots during the battle, but now it appeared to be dead. Died with the Death Star, Han presumed.
It made him revise his first impression of her. Oh, he didn´t doubt that she was fierce and brilliant. It wasn´t all she was though. People had layers. Han had known that in his youth, but somewhere along the way he had forgotten. He hadn´t stayed long enough around anyone to peel their layers, strip their defences away, in a long time. No one except Chewie had trusted him in a long time. Leia´s show of vulnerability though, it was a sign of trust. They hadn´t really known each other long or even well, but they had escaped hell together and that connected them. All four of them. He could see it on their faces, feel it in their companionable silence. Somehow, they belonged together now.
It was a scary thought.
“I don´t think, they knew what happened,” Leia suddenly said. “One moment it was there and then … nothing.” Her voice broke during the last part.
Luke shot her a sad look.
Han looked at her, too. Really looked at her. He took in her delicate hairdo, the pristine white dress, and the lines of her face. He sat close enough to her to see the light freckles on her cheeks. They mapped her features like a galaxy of her own. On the Death Star, her eyes had been suns, blazing, and dangerous. Now they were stars, beautiful but in a sad way. Because they were unreachable. Isolated.
Following an inner instinct, Han took her hand. “You´re not alone.” It wasn´t an answer to her remark, it wouldn´t lessen her sadness, but she needed to hear it.
Leia didn´t say anything in reply. She just squeezed his hand as if she were afraid that he would suddenly disappear. Maybe she was. Her eyes closed and a lonely tear trailed down her cheek. Luke who sat on her other side took her free hand, while Chewie stepped behind them and wrapped his arms around all three of them.
They belonged together now.
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OS was inspired by this prompt. @hanleiaprompts (I do realize that it has like nothing to do with the original prompt. At first it did, I swear, but then I kept rewriting it. XD)
Anyways, if you want to read more, feel free to send me a prompt. I might even continue this. :)
You can now find the next part here.
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Hello @tumblr why are you not showing my @hanleiaprompts post in the tags I need it to be shown so people know about it???
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Han teaches Leia how to use the welding torch to repair the falcon. It doesn't take her long to make her first mistake, scorching part of the hull. She braces for Han's criticism, but he just looks at the scorch mark, then checks her fingers and says "no harm done."
Her surprise must have shown on her face because he grins at her. "She can take it," he says patting the ship, "it's not the outside, but what's inside that counts."
Looking at the scruffy pilot Leia couldn't agree more.
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Han always spoke for Chewie. He had to since he was the only person on base who understood Shyriiwook. Han was always telling Leia about Chewie's feelings, and Chewie's ideas; "Chewie wants you to have dinner on the Falcon," "Chewie was really worried about you," "Chewie missed you when you were gone." It took longer than it should have for Leia to realized Han was hiding behind the wookies' name to avoid admitting his own feelings. Han was really telling her his own feelings all along. Leia couldn't resist calling him out on his little trick.
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