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ave09 · 10 months

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Ooh may I please request a cute romance fic of Han Solo falling in love with and marrying fem!Reader (princess of her planet) who is really sweet and patient and kind yet has anxiety so Han becomes a better person through loving her and helping her (I just want aaaaaaall the cuteness)?

yessss i love this!!

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han solo x princess!reader

note: the things this gif does to me.

“it’s a pleasure to meet you, captain solo, i’ve heard much about you.”

“good things i hope,” han replied with a short laugh, “and please, han is fine.” you smiled, pleased with the man standing before you.

he was far different from what you imagined.

when leia organa was contacted by your advisor in search of protection, this was the last person you believed she’d send.

despite the empire being gone, you, who had been crowned the princess of mogrouria, had fallen victim to many assassination attempts. these enemies believed you to be a weak ruler, which you were the complete opposite. but you understood why.

you were young, new to the throne, people constantly underestimated you.

which is why your advisor reached out to leia. she was a strong leader, similar to you, and considering she’d led the rebels who’d destroyed the empire, surely she knew someone who could be worthy of protecting you.

which is why you were surprised when han solo arrived in the legendary millennium falcon. many had heard of the general who’d helped the rebellion, but you’d known of him before that.

who else could make the kessel run in twelve parsecs?

“well, han, welcome to mogrouria, would you care to walk with me?” you asked. the man nodded, turning to his wookie friend who’d accompanied him, “stay with the ship, alright?” the wookie growler softly in response.

you took the pilot to the large gardens, where you could talk somewhat privately. “so, i’m sure you know why you’re here.” han nodded, “my mission is to protect you, princess.”

“i’m very grateful you are here. the assassination attempts are getting worse and worse.” you said calmly, but the man took notice of your slightly shaking hands and the way you were picking at your fingernails.

he decided to press a little bit, “if you don’t mind my asking, what sort of attempts?”

you bit your lip nervously, “um. it ranges from a lot of things. it all started with an attack at my coronation ball. one of the servants was hired by someone still loyal to the empire, pulled out a blaster, taking two casualties… and they just worsened from there..” you stopped walking, sighing deeply.

“so many lives have been lost, han. i just want the suffering to stop.”

the man dared to reach forward, placing a comforting hand upon your shoulder, “i’ll do everything i can, princess. you and your kingdom will remain safe.”

he sounded sincere. and if leia trusted him with you and the safety of the kingdom, then so did you.

— — — —

since the day you were born, your entire life had been planned out for you. the only wrench thrown into the life plan was the passing of your father, which had driven your mother to absolute insanity, leaving you to take the up the throne three years ahead of schedule.

but one thing you absolutely didn’t plan on was falling for the man who was sent to protect you.

han solo was unlike anyone you’d ever met before. he was charming, charismatic, stubborn beyond compare. but you’d also seen the kinder side of the man, something he seemed to rarely show.

but he showed you. constantly throughout his actions. and that was enough to make your heart yearn for him.

if only you knew how hard he was falling for you.

“so princess, what’s the plan for the day?” han asked as he strolled into the dining hall. you reached for your mug filled with caf, lifting it to your lips, sipping the drink before speaking, “well, i have to give my speech today.” you said as han slid into the seat beside you.

“fun. can i hear it?”

you shook your head, “absolutely not!” the man frowned slightly, “and why not?”

“because i said so.” you replied. “i suppose i must listen to the princess.” he said, reaching for a biscuit, “are you nervous?” he asked softly, seeming genuinely concerned. you shifted slightly in your seat, your hands falling into your lap as you began to pick at the fingernails of your trembling hands.

“a little bit.” you answered honestly. this was the first time since your coronation that you’d actually be stepping out amongst your people. and you had to fight to be allowed to make this speech, your advisor had explained that this could be fairly dangerous, but you needed to be out there.

your people were becoming restless, they wanted justice for all those who’s lives had been lost.

han glanced at her, catching sight of your shaking hands. slowly, he reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze, “you’re gonna be great out there, princess.” he said softly, to which you smiled.

you then took this moment to tell him something that you’d been wanting to for a while now.

“han, i want you to stand beside me.” he stared for a moment, blinking slowly, “you what?”

“i want you and chewie to stand beside me today.”

“is that because we’re your protection? or..” you shook your head, “not only that.” han arched his brows, “oh really? well sweetheart, don’t leave me in suspense.” he said, leaning back slightly in his chair, his hand not leaving yours.

you bit your lip nervously before clearing your throat, “you both mean so very much to me, i’d feel very comfortable with you up there by my side.”

the corner of han’s lips quirked lightly into a smile, “aw, you’re makin’ me blush.” you let out a laugh, “so will you?”

he nodded, “i’d be honored.”

— — — —

your nerves were off the charts. never had you been so nervous in your entire life.

but you were a princess now, not that shy little girl. you had a job to do. as you approached the podium, you could hear mumbling amongst the crowd.

they didn’t seem happy.

you reached the podium, exhaling deeply. “greetings my subjects. i have come to you today to discuss the matter of these attacks-“

“oh to hell with you!”

you were taken aback by the outburst. you hadn’t even made it past the opening and yet people were already angry.

“you are up there parading around in your palace while we are out here dying!” you bit your lip nervously, glancing over at han who stood a foot or so away. he gave you a reassuring nod. so you tried to continue.

“i understand your frustrations, i do. but i am here today to tell you-“

“we don’t wanna hear it! you’re a shitty princess! were we under queen charlotte, we’d never have to deal with this!”

“people are dying! our people, and you do nothing!”

“when will justice be served?!”

“our children are dead and yet you dine in your palace!”

it was all becoming far too much. your heart was pounding rapidly, your chest tight. you feel as though you couldn’t breath.

so you ran. as far away as possible.

gasps echoed through the crowd but you did not stop.

han immediately broke into a sprint, rushing after you. “princess!” he didn’t know where you were now. “princess!” he shouted again.

he turned the corner, and then he found you curled into a ball, head buried into your hands. he dropped to his knees, “hey, hey, what’s going on?”

“i-i can’t breathe.” you muttered, voice strained. han didn’t really know what to do now. “uh.. okay.. okay..”

“i think i’m having a panic attack.” you whispered. ah, this made sense. you’d been nervous, and this whole ordeal obviously has shaken you.

“oh-okay. uh. just-“ han was never good at comforting anyone, nonetheless helping someone through a panic attack.

“what.. what can i do? how can i help?” he questioned, his voice soft. you glanced up at him, eyes bleary with tears, “hold me.” is all you said.

and he did. he inched closer to you, carefully wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. he took a large hand and ran it down your back soothingly. “breath in ‘n out..” he didn’t know if this was even helping you, but he was trying.

the two of you stayed that way for a long time. and slowly but surely, you began to feel a little bit better. your heart rate slowed, your breathing returned to normal.

you sniffled, glancing up at the man with bloodshot eyes, “don’t leave me, han. please-“ your voice cracked slightly, “please don’t leave me.” you begged.

han smiled softly, leaning in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, “i’m not going anywhere princess.”

— — — —

you stood on the balcony of your chambers, overlooking your kingdom that was in shambles. how had things come to this?

there was a loud knock that echoed throughout the room. “door’s open!” you called.

the door was pushed open to reveal han. you smiled at the sight. “hello captain.” “hey princess.” he greeted, walking towards you, his hazel eyes peering over the edge of the balcony. “this is one hell of a view ya got here.” you nodded, “yeah, it’s nice.” you glanced up at him, “what are you doing here han?”

“i wanted to see you. see how you’re doing.” your smile grew a little larger, “i’m alright, han.” the man took a step closer to you, “y’know, none of what those people said was true. you’re doing an amazing job.” you averted his gaze, “but they’re right. i could be doing more. and i’m trying, i really am-“

“sweetheart,” he placed his large hand over yours, “you’re doing great. okay? who gives a shit what other people say? you are doing great, you understand? your leadership could be compared to that of leia organa, you are a phenomenal princess, and i am happy to serve you.”

your eyes glossed over with tears, and before you could even stop yourself, “i love you.”

han furrowed his brows, hazel eyes wide, “huh?”

you wished to take it back, but at the same time, you didn’t. and yet, you found yourself saying it again, “i love you, han solo.” you watched nervously as the man’s lips quirked into a smile. “yeah?”

you nodded, biting your lip, “yeah.”

he took another step towards you, “funny..” he began, leaning down slightly, “i love you too, princess.” he dipped his head, smashing his lips against yours. it caught you by surprise but you responded with a deeper passionate kiss. there were fireworks, everything anyone had ever said about kissing the love of your life was true.

after a moment, you pulled away, taking a moment to admire the man before you, who had a grin on his lips. “never thought i’d fall for a princess.”

“and i never thought i’d fall for a scoundrel.”

#han solo #harrison ford x reader #young harrison ford #harrison ford #harrison ford movies #star wars #han solo x reader #indiana jones x reader #indiana jones #indiana jones and the temple of doom #empire strikes back #a new hope #return of the jedi #han x reader #han solo fanfic

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readerleedigest · 1 year

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Camping in Naboo Pt.1

I finally had some inspiration. There’s not a lot of tickling in this one because I’m trying to set that up for the next part, which I don’t have time to write right now. Hope you like it!

You knew that Luke had told Leia about his... revelation after your lightsaber instruction. How?

Well, it had maybe been a day since Luke had absolutely tickled you into oblivion. You’d been relaxed in the lounge of the Milennium Falcon again, laying across the padded bench with your eyes closed, when you’d felt a weight settle on your waist.

The mischevious glint in Leia’s eyes and the indignant scowl told you her purpose before she’d even said it.

“How have I never known you were ticklish?!”

Leia made up for it with the kind of dedication you knew was typical of her. By the time she was done with you, she knew every ticklish bone in your body and promised to never let you forget it.

The next few weeks weren’t as fun, preparing for the trip to Naboo to deal with the unrest following the disbanding of the Empire. You, Han, Chewie, Luke and Leia were choosing to deal with it yourselves, rather than send another squad of Republic fighters. The first had been greatly unprepared for the numbers they’d faced, and your group was used to the odds being against them.

The perk to this trip? Camping in Naboo. The nature there was gorgeous, and it brought you back to fond memories of climbing trees with Leia on Alderaan, hoping to catch a glimpse of the ships coming in to port.

“So were you just hoping to hide and get out of helping set up the tents?” Luke called up to you and Leia, who’d climbed a tree just minutes after your arriving at the campsite. Chewie let out what you’d come to recognize as a Wookie grunt of complaint, and you watched as he and Han struggled to get the tents upright.

“Kinda?” You shrugged back at Luke, Leia already swinging her legs around to descend back down the tree.

“We know you boys are incapable of anything without us, but really Han? Defeated by a tent?” Leia teased, lowering herself back onto the grass.

“Yeah, you can make the Kessel Run in 12 parsecs, but a tent-”

You felt your stomach drop before you did, the branch you were using to lower yourself snapping and giving way before you could grab another.

“Y/N!” you heard Luke exclaim as Leia knelt beside you. You’d missed her in your fall and landed flat on your back, knocking the wind out of your lungs.

“Breathe,” Leia coaxed, bringing your arms up above your head to help you get in some air.

“I’ll be... fine.. in a second,” you whispered.

Luke offered you a hand after a moment, pulling you into a sitting position as Leia worked on pulling a few stray leaves out of your hair.

“Did you take the whole tree with you?” she joked, moving on to plucking some out of the knitted top you wore for warmth. She plucked one off your side, and you jolted away from the touch, a slight smile on your face.

Leia hummed, a knowing look gracing her features as she looked at the faint blush on your cheeks.

“Stop it,” you whined, hiding your face in your hands.

“Here, let me help you Leia,” Luke chuckled. You swatted at him as he moved his hands quickly to evade yours, sneaking in pokes and pinches to your sides as Leia removed other leaves from your top.

“You’re bohohoth the worst,” you giggled as they helped you up, looking over to where Han and Chewie were unabashedly watching.

“So you both knew about Y/N’s only apparent weakness, and didn’t want to share with Chewie and me?” Han quipped, letting go of the tent, only for the fabric to fall the other way and engulf Chewie.

“Ooo, you’re in for it now,” Luke pretended to whisper. “Wookies are practically tickle monsters, Y/N.”

Chewie grumbled something from under the tent.

“What’d he say, Han?” you asked.

Han smiled. “He just agreed with Luke.”

You were in for a long trip.

#lee!reader #ler!leia #ler!luke #tickle fic #star wars tickle

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incorrectstarwarslegendsquotes · 1 year

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Lando Calrissian: [stepping in front of Han] Listen Han, the Millenium Falcon's a treasure, and you better be keeping up on those oil changes and filter changes.

Han Solo: [stepping toward Lando] You think I've ever let this baby get, fucking, within 500 parsecs of an oil change? Are you kidding me?

Lando Calrissian: [stepping forward again] You think that changing an oil every FIVE HUNDRED PARSECS is a proper fucking care schedule for a ship?

Han Solo: [stepping so close they're almost kissing] You think I fucking Jiffy Lube this bad-boy? You don't think I change this oil myself with premium oil I export from fucking Sluis Van, and I do this myself? You think I trust anybody else to oil change this ship?

Lando Calrissian: [kissing Han as he speaks] Goddamnit Han, you of all people should know that a Corellian ship should not be taking Sluis oil, and on top of that, every 500 parsecs is way too fast of a schedule for a ship because you should be at least 1000 to 3000 in order for the oil to get in on all the sides of things.

Han Solo: [kissing Lando] Hey, Lando, DO YOU THINK you could tell me where to get Corellian oil?

Han Solo: [stepping back] I'm so embarrassed that I've been using the wrong oil.

#Han Solo #Lando Calrissian #star wars #star wars legends #incorrect star wars quotes #original: dungeons and daddies #this is ridiculous im sorry

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alies22 · 2 years

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Star Wars AU where Anakin never becomes Vader.

There are two options for when he meets Han:

*Anakin, now Vader, fights against his daughter, Leia Skaywalker, in Mustafar*

Leia: It's over dad! I have the high ground!

Anakin/Vader: you're not allowed to date that scoundrel!

Leia*tired and angry*: get over it father! You're being dramatic!

Anakin/Vader: I HATE HIM!

*Anakin meets Leia and Han next to the Falcon*

Leia: Dad, this is my boyfriend, Han Solo.

Han: it's a pleasure to meet you, Sir.

Anakin: So... Are you a pilot?

Han: yes. Captain of the millennium falcon. The fastest ship in the galaxy!

Anakin: is that Corellian freighter?

Han: Yes. It made the kessel run in less than twelve parsecs.

Anakin: I never pilot a corellian ship before. It looks like a great ship.

Leia: Wait! what?

Anakin: maybe I could pilot it someday? Or even a little race to see which ship is the fastest!

Han: Of course! That's a great idea!

Leia*still shocked*: you liked that bathtub?

Han: At least some Skaywalker has good taste.

Leia: Yeah, I am the one dating you.

Han*a little confused*: What does that supposed to mean?

Leia: nothing...

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Star Wars AU onde Anakin nunca se torna Vader.

Existem duas opções para quando ele conhecer o Han:

*Anakin, agora Vader, luta contra sua filha, Leia Skaywalker, em Mustafar*

Leia: Acabou pai! Eu estou em terreno firme!

Anakin/Vader: você não pode namorar aquele canalha!

Leia*cansada e com raiva*: supera isso pai! Você está sendo dramático!

Anakin/Vader: EU ODEIO ELE!

*Anakin encontra Leia e Han ao lado do Falcon*

Leia: Pai, esse é o meu namorado, Han Solo.

Han: é um prazer conhece-lo, senhor.

Anakin: então... Você é um piloto?

Han: sim. Capitão do Millenium Falcon. A nave mais rápida da galáxia!

Anakin: é aquele cargueiro coreliano?

Han: Sim. Ela fez o percurso de kessel em menos de doze parsecs.

Anakin:Nunca pilotei uma nave corelliana antes. Parece um grande navio.

Leia: Espera! O que?!

Anakin: talvez eu possa pilotá-la algum dia? Ou até mesmo uma pequena corrida para ver qual nave é mais rápida!

Han: é claro! É uma ótima ideia!

Leia*ainda chocada*: você gostou daquela banheira?

Han: Pelo menos algum Skaywalker tem bom gosto.

Leia: é, eu sou aquele que está namorando você.

Han: O que isso quer dizer?

Leia: Nada

#han x leia #star wars #hanleia #anakin needs therapy #anakin skywalker #leia skywalker #leia organa #han solo #star wars au #darth vader #suitless vader #leia and anakin #leia and vader #leia and han

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yodaprod · 2 years

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A 7yo me (left) and my bro, aboard the Millennium Falcon, trying to make the Kessel run in less than 12 parsecs (1981)

#me #my photo #brother #1980s #80's #80s #1981 #childhood

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gacorley · 2 years

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A whole lot of sci-fi plot hole and realism wankery could be waved away if you think for a minute about credibility and reliability of characters.

Like listen, a lot of people know by now that the idea that the Millenium Falcon made the Kessel run in less than twelve parsecs was supposed to be a lie. Han was spouting obvious bullshit and Obi-wan didn’t call him on it because it was his only ride off planet. But multiple explanations have been concocted for fans who took it literally.

Meanwhile, people don’t take Obi-wan’s word on stormtroopers because we see them miss the heroes, even though it was confirmed they were ordered to let them go. And the same stormtroopers had no trouble eliminating a ship full of rebels in the opening sequence.

What got my brain on this point was a line from Firefly where they say “every molecule” of the rations they stole is “stamped”. It’s a bunch of pirates and smugglers talking here. They aren’t up on the technical aspects. They just know the goods can be tracked. There’s probably a chemical signature of some kind in there. Of course you can’t stamp a molecule.

Anyway, I know there are more important things in storytelling, but this is the thought that is in my head.

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patronsaintofmistakenidentity · 4 months

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its 3 am on Christmas day. im tired as fuck. here's a nerd ass thought. even if we throw out Solo for a minute its not that weird for han to have bragged about the millenium falcon making the kessel run in 12 parsecs. we didn't know shit about what the kessel run was when eps 4 5 and 6 came out aside from the fact that its a run, and one could brag about making it in under [insert unit of measurement here.] and since we're talking on a scale of parsecs we know its a long fucken run.

neat thing about racing, probably more so in time (or distance in this case) trials is racing lines - the route you take through curves in the track/course. grip, acceleration, and consequently turning radius at a given speed affect what the optimal racing lines are so your best aren't gonna fully cut the distance of a course down to the minimum if you're going for time but we're in space so we can throw out grip. we've still got acceleration and a less variable turning radius but those are gonna affect our racing lines less than if we were in a car.

so even from the sentence “It’s the ship that made the Kessel Run in less than twelve parsecs!" we could conclude that han had some mad impressive racing lines on that run and wasn't just talking out of his ass

goodnight love y'all Merry Christmas etc

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a-reader-and-a-writer · 2 years

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A Light in the Darkness

Fandom: Star Wars, Han Solo, f!reader

Word Count: 1577

TW: Angst, Mentions of Domestic Abuse, Forbidden Love, Cheating, Fluff

Notes: Thanks to @loverhymeswith for the prompt "There are worse ways to die" with Han Solo and to @kesskirata for beta reading for me! 💖

As the party chatter droned on inside, you slipped silently onto the balcony. Seeing as the last time you caught a glimpse of your husband, his hand was groping one woman’s ass while he gawked at another woman’s chest, you figured he would hardly notice your absence. Or at least until he felt like parading you around like an accessory again.

Your gown swirled around your feet as you glided over to the edge of the balcony. You hated this opulent thing with a passion but of course, when your husband had requested you wear it, you knew better than to say no. You still had the scar from the last time you had tried to refuse his request.

Leaning against the railing, you stared wistfully at the stars far above your head. While you have never left your home planet, you have always dreamt of space and the worlds far beyond your own. And ever since a certain roguish captain first appeared in your life, the longing only grew more powerful. Especially tonight as you gazed into the inky abyss, silently wondering if the one you were thinking of was thinking of you as well. And how many parsecs away he must be at this very moment.

“Hey there, sweetheart.” The voice called to you from out of the darkness causing you to jump. It was impossible! He couldn’t be here, not now. Looking around frantically, you didn’t see anyone else around. But before you could respond, the voice sounded again. “Down here.”

Dropping your gaze, you could just make out the silhouette of a man standing on the ledge below the balcony. And as he leaned further into the light, you recognized him immediately. How could you not? You had seen him every night in your dreams for weeks.

Glancing fearfully over your shoulder, you hissed, “Han! Are you crazy? What are you doing here?”

“I was in the quadrant, and I figured I’d stop by to say hello.” The rogue smiled up at you from the shadows yet even in the dim light, you could see that same crooked, cocky grin that was seared on your heart.

Your voice softened slightly but it was still laced with concern. “You’re an idiot for coming back here. After they found us together, my husband put out a planetwide order to have you killed on sight. You shouldn’t have risked it.”

“Come on…. I thought you’d be happy to see me.”

You sighed as you leaned over the edge of the railing as far as you could without looking suspicious to anyone inside. “Of course I am. But not at the risk of your life. I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you because of me. So, please, go before someone sees you. It’s too dangerous and I won’t have your death on my conscience.”

“You know, there are worse ways to die than because of love.”

You scoffed sadly, “Han, what we had between us was a few nights of forbidden pleasure. It isn’t love.”

“Not yet, but it could be given the chance.” He slid over closer to the center of the balcony, so he was standing directly beneath you. “Look, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I can’t get our time together out of my head and as much as I know I should get back on The Falcon and fly far away from here, I can’t. Not without you telling me there’s no chance for us.”

“Han…” you breathed his name, “I haven’t stopped thinking of you from the moment you walked through my front door. Who knew my husband’s cargo of smuggled goods would change my life so profoundly? Because you truly are the best thing that has ever happened to me in my miserable life. But it is because of that I must beg you to leave before it’s too late.”

He shrugged. “Fine, I’ll go but only if you come with me. I can take you far from this place, far from him. We can travel the stars together and never have to give this life another thought.”

You turned your back to him and sat carefully on the railing. “We both know it isn’t that simple. He would never let me leave. His pride would never allow it. If I left with you, he would never stop searching and eventually he or one of his men would catch up to us. We couldn’t hide forever.”

Han smirked. “It wouldn’t be the first time I was on the run, sweetheart. But I’m not so easy to catch.”

“Maybe so, but if anything were to happen to you because of me…. I couldn’t live with myself.”

“Well, I can’t leave you here with him. Even from here, I can see what he has done to you since I left.” You stood and took a few steps away as your hands hurriedly tried to cover the bruises littering your skin, but there were so many that it was impossible to hide them all. “I won’t let him get away with this.”

“Han, I don’t know how things are done in the other worlds you’ve visited, but here, this is my purpose. Even before my birth, I was chosen to marry him, to serve him, and to let him do with me as he pleases. It is our way, and I should be honored to be selected for one of our most important leaders regardless of how he treats me.” It was the principle you had been forced to repeat since you first learned to speak, the code of the chosen few. Yet the words now tasted like ash in your mouth. Han had changed everything and made you doubt the fundamental beliefs you had been raised on. Because if a strange, wonderful, smuggler like him could treat you with such kindness and reverence, why should you accept anything less from the man you were bonded to for life?

You gasped as something brushed against your foot. Glancing down, you realized while you were distracted, he had slipped his fingers between the stone columns on the edge of the balcony and under the bottom of your dress. As they began to trail lightly across the top of your foot before traveling up your calf, you leaned heavily against the railing as you let out a soft gasp. Though you had dreamt of the feeling of his rough, calloused fingers on your soft skin every night since he had escaped, the actual sensation was far more exhilarating than you could have possibly remembered. Your mind flashed to the two of you once more entwined in your silken sheets, his body pressed against yours as he caressed your face, your breasts, as his hand traveled lower until he had you screaming in pleasure. You had marked his skin in a dozen different places that last night and you wondered how long your marks took to fade.

A shiver of pleasure coursed through your body and he grinned as he stretched up as far as he could, allowing his fingers to dance across your thigh. “Tell me one time he ever made you feel like that and I’ll leave right now, alone.”

He was right and he knew it. Just the simple caress of Han’s fingers on your skin was more exhilarating and pleasurable than any night you had ever spent with your husband. Somewhat reluctantly you took a step back so his hand fell away. As you turned to face the party once more, you said. “Fine. Wait for me in the garden. When the party ends in a few hours, I’ll use the commotion of the guests leaving to slip away and we can finish this discussion somewhere you are less likely to be seen. But you must stay hidden until then. Promise me.”

“Sure, not a problem. But first-”

You paused to allow him to continue, but when he didn’t you began to turn to face him. “But first what-”

You jumped in surprise as his lips crashed against yours. Vaguely you were aware he was propping himself halfway over the ledge of the railing as his feet still dangled over the massive drop to the ground, but almost instantly, none of that mattered. You should have been mad. You should have pulled away and called him stupid and reckless and brash for putting himself in a position where he could have been seen. But at that moment, all you wanted was him.

Your fingers curled into his messy, chestnut hair as you pulled him deeper into you. His tongue slipped smoothly past your lips as his hand grasped the back of your neck. As his rough fingers trailed around to the smooth skin of your throat, you moaned loudly but luckily it was muffled by Han’s mouth on yours. You took a step closer to him, but unfortunately, it disrupted his precarious balancing act and he broke your embrace to catch himself before tumbling off the balcony.

Breathlessly, you shot him a pointed look, but he just gave you a lopsided grin back. “Just in case something went wrong, I figured I’d give you something to remember me by, sweetheart.”

Your voice softened as you ran your hand down his cheek. “Like I could ever forget you.”

He placed one last long lingering kiss on your lips before dropping out of sight and disappearing into the darkness once more.

#fic #may the 4th #star wars #han solo #han solo x reader #han solo x f!reader #may the 4th be with you #may the fourth #may the fourth be with you #harrison ford #angst #fluff #forbidden relationship #forbidden love #mention of domestic abuse tw #cheating tw

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thecleverqueer · 8 months

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My favorite Star Wars ships:

Honorable mention: X-Wing

This feels cliche. I don’t know. The ships that helped blow up both Death Stars… and any time a tool can aid in dealing a blow to fascists, I’m in. Also, three cheers to Yoda for pulling one out of the bog on Dagoba with the force.

5.) The Ghost / Phantom II Combo

I love this ship. Maybe I love it a little less than I love Hera and the rest of the Ghost Crew, but truly, it is an amazing ship. It has seen a lot of action, been involved in a lot of battles, and it keeps ticking.

4.) Slave I

I’ve always liked this ship. I don’t know. It might be the way that it lands. Though, candidly, I have no fucking clue how one would get in and out of it easily since it has you sort of upside-down. Still. It’s got a great number of useful weapons. It’s fast. Sleek. Stylish. Fun for Fetts.

3.) Millennium Falcon

This is also cliche, but it did make the Kessel Run in 12 parsecs. Played a role in blowing up both Death Stars too. Fun for smuggling spice, weapons, Jedi, Princesses of Alderaan. Cool co-pilot in the form of a Chewbacca. A hunk of junk that packs more punch than one would think (though it was an utter p***y magnet when it belonged to Lando).

2.) T-6 Shuttle

I’m not a simp for Ahsoka at all. Joking aside. The ship is comfortable enough to live in. Designed for peaceful missions, they can be retrofitted with weapons. I like the rotating wings. I think that’s an interesting concept. Also, the ship is sleek. Just saying.

1.) The Fondor

This isn’t even close. This ship. Holy fuck. Unsuspecting. Boring looking. But damn. Damn would you be wrong about everything. The ship navigation and droid assistance in the first episode we saw it in was pretty cool.

But, then, it shows up in “The Daughter of Ferrix” and oh my god… Luthen gets hailed by an Imperial patrol, gets stuck in that tractor beam. You’re thinking in that moment, uh oh. Then, he powers up his counter measures, and fucking sends shrapnel into the tractor beam and destroys it. Now you’re thinking, oh bad ass!

But, he’s not finished. He uses canons to blow up a tie fighter. No biggie, but cool… then, he uses those damned lightsaber laser defenses and cuts TWO of those mother fucking ties in half, and shoots off into hyperspace. My mouth just hit the floor. That was the coolest shit I’d ever seen. Give. Give me the Haulcraft!

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