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Breathe
↬ Rey x Force Senstive!Reader ♥
✧ Genre: fluff !
✧ Word count: 500 (this is v short)
✧ Warnings: none :)
↬ fem! reader (could also be read as gender neutral)
<3 author’s note: i love love love her sm so here is this short fic ! ❀ :) I’m currently working on my requests - I have some Anakin, Luke, Cal, and Merrin stuff in the works... ;)
✧ Summary: It’s been a while since you’ve been able to feel the Force, and there’s no better way to do it then have your Jedi girlfriend help you out.
“Come here. I’m going to help you relax.”
Her soft, silky voice aided her hands in guiding your leg to cross on the floor.
“Now put your hands on your knees. They can face the sky or downward.” She grazed your hands with light fingers, setting them gently on your legs. You felt her move around you, ever aware of her presence as your eyes fluttered shut.
She moved just behind you. You noticed stray strands of her smooth hair dangling from her face, tickling the side of your cheek. You could feel her hovering over you on the right, whispering gently into your ear, “Now breathe. Just in and out, like that. Softly. Don’t force it, okay? Let it be natural.”
You’d swear it was working if her sweet voice wasn’t putting you to sleep. But not enough to really do so…it was working.
It had been a long time since you’d felt the force. It used to be a wonderful, playful, magical thing in your life. It brought you peace and allowed you to feel free, even if it was just for a moment.
That was until being hunted down by Inquisitors and the Empire corrupted your flow and relationship with the force. Until now, it had been a symbol of restraint and horror to you. It was something to be ashamed of. It had been what kept you on the run and what eventually got you captured and tortured. You had resented it. You’d hated it.
But that warmth you felt now - the feeling of it rushing and humming all around you, through your fingertips, hair, and entire body. Through the floor you sat on, Rey’s saber sat near her body, and the woman herself who had let you reconnect with your first love and light again.
Your second love was quiet. She was concentrating hard, making it her goal to help you reconnect with the force. She could feel a sudden, warm, pink presence in the air. It was lovely, swirling all infront of her like a bubble of compassion, friendlessness, and sweetness.
Though your saber was blue, Rey often found the color aura of Jedi’s around her matched their saber. Her yellow aura was clear as day to you despite your closed eyes. It mixed with reds and blue, pinks and greens - but the clearest was that sunshine yellow. Your mind flooded with happiness, joy, and hope as you reached for her through the force.
You both opened your eyes once you’d forgotten to breathe, the familiar yet fairly experienced scenario stripping your other scenes.
You were gasping for air as Rey stroked your arm, coming to your side right as she broke from it as you did.
Once your breath returned, your heart beating as it should - or as slow as it could with her presence - she moved excitedly in front of you. Her hands gripped your shoulders softly, shaking you as she shouted, “That was you! I felt you, you did it!”
A long needed hug from the Jedi ensured as her arms wrapped around your frame, the warmth of her shoulder muffling your tears.
“Thank you.”
“Of course, love. I’ll never let you lose it again.”
A Candle in the Dark - 1
↬ fem!reader x cal kestis
Chapter 1: Crash 🕯︎
Once a padawan before the tragic events of Order 66, you crash on Bracca, thanks to a broken ship piece and the bounty on your head. Pain and suffering were all you knew. You didn’t think Bracca could change that, but the galaxy works in peculiar ways...
✧ Genre: ANGST this chapter is sad (i promise fluff later on)
✧ Media: chapter series
✧ Word Count: 1.9k
!!! Warning tags: star wars stuff - death, violence, blood, swearing. reader deals with ptsd and reader wants to die lowkey - basically reader is going through it. reader gets hurt, details of ship crashing.
If you aren’t sure you can read this based on these tags - no worries! I have plenty other flufflier works on my masterlist :) <3 Take care, and enjoy !
Air filled your lungs in one sweeping motion like a cold, swift river. Your vision lit up with sparks as icy air encompassed your body like a rough blanket. You were alive. You could feel your head recalling the events that led you to where you were as each second passed. Mist sat delicately over your messy hair and bruised, cut body. Your arms and legs shook with shock as the adrenaline slowly left you like a broken faucet.
It felt as though you had woken up from a dream, regaining consciousness and countless thoughts each moment. You turned your head once your body allowed, eyes raking over your legs. Pain shot through your right foot to your head, exploding in your brain at the sight. A massive, oozing red gash adorned your leg, water and blood pooling on the crumpled metal that was once your ship beneath you.
You could've sworn you could hear the words in your head out loud from how loud your head was pounding. You lifted a timid, shaking hand to your temple, just to make sure this was all real, to ground yourself. You were not ready to touch your leg, but your head felt much worse than you’d imagined and your instincts were begging you to do so. A cold shock seared through you as you felt liquid on your fingers, a viscous crimson sticking to your hair and dripping down my face. You’d hit your head, and hard. The crash had shaken your whole being, and you were in shock you weren't dead. Though you were relieved to keep living, a small part of you didn’t want to. How easy it would've been to let death pick you gracefully from the fallen ship in mangled pieces scattered all over Bracca - to be lifted from the burden of being Force sensitive.
But that was not your reality. Rather, you were laying uncomfortably; cold, wet, and bleeding out in the pieces of your destroyed cruiser. You had an odd feeling you’d never make it off of Bracca. At least, not easily. You would leave in a similar manner to how you came in. Chaotic, fire-filled, and with destruction…
As you sat, trying your hardest to gain some sense of balance and strength to finally lift yourself, your mind drifted to the actions that resulted in your condition. A broken fucking baffle of all things. You should’ve known repairing one would’ve cost you an arm and a leg.
Spies, fugitives, scavengers, and scum alike on the run had been using baffles for as long as you knew. It was the oldest trick in the book. Didn’t want your energy signature seen? An engine baffle would make it invisible to others in the galaxy. Yours had been your saving grace until it broke. Which is how you were found, how you were mercilessly shot down, and the reason you found yourself in the middle of a large strip of hard ground on Bracca surrounded by other wrecks and pinces of ships. You nearly blended right in.
You then thought about how you really ended up here. From the beginning. Blasters firing red shots of light held by your once friends, being shot at your other friends. Padawans and Masters both fell, a forceful headache enclosing your body as you tried to take yourself out of the moment. No more.
You counted in your head, hoping by a miracle you could walk alright, let alone stand. Your hands gripped a piece of steel stuck out to your left, your right hand placed firmly as if the mucky, wet weather of Bracca would allow it. One, two, three. With tense arms you pushed as firmly as your enervated body allowed, groaning in pain as you felt the full force of your bleeding leg try to stand. You braced yourself on a piece of wall, if you could even call it such, leaning against it like you were a small child holding onto your parents legs. Kriff. Your leg hurt. God, did it hurt. Each time you thought the pain would subside, it got worse. The panic of not being able to do anything set hard and fast, as tears dripped from your eyes. You didn’t try to stop them or wipe them away. You just let them fall. You wished you’d fallen like them, from the air, hit the ground…and just disappear.
The wind nipped your face as you grew colder. Night was approaching as the light grey skies faded to a blueish, darker gray, large packs of clouds dotting over the sky.
It was time to find shelter. You had to move, walk, something. You moved your good leg first, groaning again as you stood straight up. The junkyard in front of you looked like a graveyard. Dark, still, and sad. There was an odd aura in the air that made your stomach swirl. You gulped and took another step, this time on your bad leg, which was not the greatest idea.
You fell hard on Bracca’s surface, mud squelching as you made a rough impact with the ground.
“Fuck,” you muttered. You thought it couldn’t get any worse than that when you heard a pair of footsteps that moved to ring throughout your skull. They were heavy but quick, pounding the mud deeper into the ground. You whipped your head around, pushing through the dull, constant pain in your head, and searing one in your leg, holding yourself up pitifully on the wet ground.
Your eyes met a tall, rust-colored man who was of the Abednedo species. He had beedy eyes that were set far apart on his big face, his nostrils below his small eyes. The dark navy color of his suit nearly made him blend in with what seemed to be the single color of Bracca, if not for his large stature and orange vest.
His brow bone furrowed as he took in your pathetic position. Legs tangled in the mud, torso twisted towards him with warm blood coating the left side of your face, as it dripped like melted ice cream. You weren't sure if it was the angle you were staring at him, or the way everything around you was spinning, but he looked like his first goal wasn’t to outright kill you.
Instinct and memories of the last five years flooded your head as you told yourself he would. You were a stranger, no use to him: so you would die. But instead, a look of terror flooded his face as he began his plod to your crumpled body.
“Hey, you okay?” He spoke timidly, almost as if he was afraid of scaring you.
You grunted, trying to sit up to ready yourself for god knows what was about to happen to you, when this thick arms shot out as a maneuver to prove himself as an ally.
“Woah, I don’t wanna hurt you, kid.” You relaxed, or more like slumped out of tenseness from exhaustion, though he didn’t seem to come with ill intent. He bent down next to your sprawled body in the mud, small eyes darting over your form.
“Geez, you got busted up pretty bad, huh? Let me help you up.” He stood firm and tall, though his gaze didn’t seem the slightest intimidating as he held out a hand to you.
You stared at him for a while, lips in a flat line and eyebrows low, with eyes larger than you meant them to be. You unwillingly reached for his arm and he pulled you up.
You did not in any way shape or form trust him. You’d meet creatures who’d play nice then turned their back on you after minutes, or even months. You’d met species who embraced their knack for blood, attempting to strike you down right away. You knew he was bad, everyone in the galaxy seemed to be today. But the bliss idea of death cradling you fighting with your aching knee and body caused your shaking arm to reach as pathetically as it could. He would not help you. That was just how it worked after you were forced from Coruscant. But you couldn’t find it in your tired heart or head to care.
Your forehead tensed horrifically as your whole upper body followed, from your fingernails to your core. Fuck, it hurt to stand, even with a considerable amount of your weight leaning on the Abednedo. He seemed to have no words; yet behind his eyes you could tell how he was truly seeing you in that moment. Pathetic. To him you looked like a sad, injured kitten who needed help.
In a flash you pushed off him to stand, wanting to do this shit on your own, but your flicker of confidence was doused the second you were straight up, eyes nearly meeting the ground before the man grabbed you with his large arms.
“Kid, you can’t stand.”
“Stop calling me that,” you snapped. You barely recognised your own coarse, venom-filled voice.
“Then what should I be calling you?”
Silence.
He sighed as he began walking, your body still leaning into his arm.
“I’m Prauf. This is Bracca, if you didn’t know. I’ve been uh…been working here for a while.” He took your silence as a chance to continue speaking to you, in hopes to distract the searing pain in your body.
“We uh, used to rebuild these things.” He gestured out to the hundreds of shipwrecks and crashed parts surrounding your small path up the large, dark hill of dirt and scrap
“Now we just take 'em even more apart.” Your feet dragged on the gravelly ground, shoes sopping with mud. It felt like you were dragging bricks for feet.
“I have to tell you, it’s not too exciting here, there’s, uh…not much to do. But you’ll get used to it.” Even the man you’d met less than an hour ago knew you were not getting off this trash planet anytime soon.
“I need to learn more about you, kid, before the boss comes around. He’s not too fond of newcomers, especially those off-system by the looks of your cruiser.” You gave him a quizzical look, which he understood only half of when he spoke.
“That’s what happens when you’ve been here for as long as me. I know every ship, cruiser, fighter, and piece that comes in and out of this place. You’ll learn if you haven’t got a knack already.”
“What makes you think I’ll work?”
You'd expected the man to make a quip at you for finally speaking. Something like, “Ah, she speaks.” But you were learning that wasn’t that kind of person. Instead, he laughed lightly, air pushing from his far set nostrils.
“Well that’s all there is to do here. You wanna fix that nasty gash on your head, you're gonna need some medical supplies and a place to stay. They won’t hand it to you without something in return.”
“I’m not stupid.”
“And I don’t think you are. You seem like one tough kid.”
“Y/N.” Your name escaped from your lips in a mumbled, but Prauf’s acute senses picked up on your single word.
He smiled slightly, slowing his pace as he gazed down at you.
“Nice to meet you, Y/N.”
Practice
↬ Luke Skywalker x reader ♥
anon: hello 👋🏼 may i request a luke skywalker x fem!reader with fluff? could it be about luke showing the reader how to use his lightsaber and while training, reader accidentally trips and falls into luke’s arms and they share a kiss? tysm ♥️”
✧ Genre: fluff!!!
✧ Warnings: none
✧ Word Count: >1k
↬ intended for fem! reader (but could also be read as gender neutral)
<3 author’s note: im finally getting through most of my asks! if you havent seen yours yet, anon or not, it will be out soon :)
“I believe you’re ready.”
“To try with the…” Your eyes trailed up the emerald beam of light the Jedi stood in front of you held. Each time he’d shown you how to use the weapon, you’d been extremely eager to get your hands on the real thing. You were sick of using a beat-up old staff as a replacement. But the moment he offered you the item he wielded so graceful and effortlessly, you couldn't believe what you were hearing.
“Luke, I can’t—”
“Come here.”
He moved your hands towards his saber, his fingers carefully ghosting over your arms. “See? It’s not that heavy.” You could feel the energy from his teasing smile behind you.
“That’s not what I’m worried about,” You said laughing.
“I know.” He gave you a warm, comforting gaze as you looked to his eyes for guidance the Jedi was certain you didn’t need.
“You’ve got it. Just,” he stepped close again, “feel it in your hand, try waving it around.”
He backed away this time, hands intertwined behind his back as he focused on you.
The pressure on your shoulders felt like two Hutts sat on them, though you knew Luke didn’t care what the outcome was, or at least wouldn’t judge you.
You began oscillating it around silly, getting a feel for the weight of it in your hands. You gripped it harshly with your dominant hand, waving the saber around like a child admiring their new toy on Christmas.
You could almost feel Luke’s eyes burning holes into you as they pondered over your movements. You froze, words stumbling out of your trembling lips as you stuttered, “I’m not a Jedi, Luke, are you sure this is okay?”
He laughed lightly, backing away further as he allowed you to try what you have been practicing.
“Just don’t chop your hand off, please.”
You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the smile on your face.
You began twirling the saber and dragging it down every now and then, as if you were really striking something.Once you felt comfortable, you let the blade drop to your right side, then your left, your grip on the hilt never waving as glowing green spun through the air around you.
You almost were starting to get cocky, but were more concerned with the extremely dangerous object in your hand than impressing Luke.
But you were doing quite well, that was until a small dent in the floor disrupted your flow…and balance.
Luke’s gloved hand reached out directly for the saber. It flew towards him and he gripped it steadily, turning it off as you fell. You would’ve fallen straight onto the saber like a piece of meat on a barbeque skewer if it wasn’t for his quick reflexes and use of the Force. He even had time to grab your waist with his other hand, neither yourself or the saber touching the ground.
His face hovered over yours, closer than it had ever been. The only thing that separated your faces was the thick air that was making your face feel hot.
You expected the Jedi to be scowling, or most likely to have a knowing look of disapproval on his face - one that said, “Don’t try to prove yourself to me again or something like that will happen next time, too.” And similar words were on the edge of his tongue. But you were so close…
He could smell the perfume on your neck and could feel your breath tickling his face. From your position, the sounds of others training and the rushing of waterfalls in the temple were fading like the twin suns on Tatooine at night. All you could focus on were his bright, stone colored eyes. The ones that told you a thousand words and seemed to hold all the light in the galaxy inside.
His eyes danced over your face and landed on your lips. He blinked a few times before you did the same, closing the gap between you both.
It was sudden yet the timing felt perfect. Your eyes both shut as your senses focused elsewhere. His mouth was velvety, and you both felt like your lips were burning. It was warm like a fire, and soft like the jedi robes you were now clinging to.
Luke pulled away as air was pulling in through his nose, you breathing with an open mouth. You stood up right and cleared your throat.
“So,” your breath was uneven, your fingers finding the edge of your shirt very interesting as you continued, “if I fall again like that, will I get the same treatment, Skywalker?”
He rolled his eyes as you let out a shaky laugh, like he had been holding his breath, or composure - you weren't sure.
He clipped his saber onto his belt, peering up at you through his eyelashes, a smug look on his face as he spoke. “Until next time.”
A/N: Hi guys! I’m fairly new to fic writing and brand new to tumblr (in a sense, I’ve been ON Tumblr since like 2016 but I’ve never really posted), so I’m not really sure what I’m doing tbh. I’ve been writing for awhile but I’ve never really posted anything, so let’s just see how this goes! PS Constructive criticism is welcome! I'd love some tips :)
Han Solo x Reader
Prompt: “Do I have to spell it out for you? I’m in love with you!” + Kissing to hide from someone
The funny thing is, you were probably the best pilot in the rebellion before Han. And you absolutely resented him for it. There were few things you hated more than someone upstaging you, but there was nothing you hated more than them being smug about it. And Han Solo without smug is like Hoth without winter, impossible. So when you found yourself crammed nose to nose in a maintenance closet staring back into that smug, shit eating grin, you came to the conclusion that if you made it out of here alive the first thing you were going to do was rip the wires out of that cocky assholes prize winning ship and shove them down his throat.
The morning was typical, breakfast in the Cafeteria and some training in the Gym, then straight to the meeting that was scheduled for that afternoon. Unfortunately, you never actually made it to that meeting, because half way through your training session the emergency alarm went off. You dropped your practice weapon and turned to run towards the center of the base.
“Damnit!”
You forgot to take off the resistance band tied around your ankle and ate shit on the training room floor. A mocking laugh echoed through the room as you felt firm hands grasp your wrists and pull you up.
“You should really be more careful, we wouldn’t want you to do any damage to that pretty face of yours now would we?”
Han grinned, sarcasm dripping from his tone. You groaned in frustration, face flushing from a wounded ego.
“If you haven’t noticed we’re in a bit of an emergency, so if you could be a little more helpful and untie my leg so that we can make it to the meeting before The Galactic Empire blows up our base that would be great.”
“As you wish, Princess”
He leaned down to pull the band off of your thigh, lingering a beat too long in his particularly flirtatious manner. You shoved ahead of him, tactlessly hiding your blush. You know it meant nothing to him, but that didn't mean it didn't drive you nuts. You just didn't operate like Han. He was so casual. Sometimes it seemed like he couldn't help but charm anyone that walks by, just to prove he could. You're pretty sure he would flirt with a coffee pot if it was wearing mascara, while you, on the other hand, had barely managed to seduce half a dozen people in your lifetime. It was for this reason that Hans nature was so irritating to you. When he first moved to this base, you had assumed he was making a pass at you. It's just that no one had ever been so bold about it. At least not with you, the plain looking girl from Batuu who's hottest feature, in the literal sense, was her perpetually flushed cheeks and sweaty palms. It had barely been a week before you fell hard, giggling like a child every time he made one of his frisky remarks. Bless Leia's heart for being the only person kind enough to burst your bubble. After what must have been a few too many puppy eyed stares, she pulled you aside to tell you Hans' deal. That he was an egotistical bastard who got a kick out of making people fall in love with him just to see if he could. You crashed back down to Earth pretty swiftly after that, and had now spent the better part of a year rolling your eyes every time he entered a room. Now you're stuck being second best to the man who stole your heart and your rank.
By the time you both reached the meeting room, the alarm had stopped and Leia was the only person left there.
“Y/N, Han! There you are. Where were you two?”
“Long story, what’s up?”
“ok...”
Leia raised her eyebrow suspiciously before continuing
“There’s a Galactic Empire ship flying in our atmosphere. We’re not sure if they got a tip off about our base or if they’re doing a routine scan of the planet, but either way we can’t risk allowing them to continue. We only have one stolen TIE Fighter at this base, which means the rest of the crew will be working from land to shield the base and prepare for battle in case we’re spotted-“
“Great, where do you need me?” You interjected.
“I was actually hoping you and Han could fly the TIE fighter...”
“Oh?” You questioned, a bit shocked.
She eyed you with a sympathetic look, the two of you still close enough for her to be well aware of how you feel about Han.
“I don't need to tell either of you that you're the best pilots we have on site, and we need this mission to succeed. We can’t risk sending anything but our best, I’m counting on you two to destroy the ship by sabotaging the main engine.”
“Just tell me where to fire and that ship’ll be out of the sky before it can get within 100 miles of our base.” Han said, rearing for battle.
“Not so fast”
Leia sighed, clearly not willing to deal with Hans' rash nature at this exact moment.
“There’s a reason I’m squeezing Y/N into a single-pilot TIE with you, Han. You need someone who actually thinks rationally, this is too much of a risky situation for you to just go in there and fire at will like you usually would. You need to be calculated and precise, which is why you’ll both be undercover.”
“Hey! I’m calculated and precise...” Han frowned.
You gritted your teeth and turned back to Leia.
“Where’s the engine?”
“It’s on the north end of the ship, right next to the escape pod, you can’t miss it. A few hits should do the trick, especially since we’re using a stolen Empire ship with stronger blasters. By the time they realize you two are there they’ll already be toast. Here are your Uniforms, just in case anything goes south and you have to come face to face with Galactic Empire soldiers.”
You nod and take the uniform out of Leia’s hand, two Stormtrooper suits probably taken off of the soldiers from the stolen TIE fighter.
“Be careful, they’ll be on high alert if a ship just flies at top speed towards their engines. Don’t be suspicious.”
Han scoffed,
“Yeah, great advice ‘Don’t be suspicious’. And how are we supposed to do that? A random TIE fighter that’s probably already been reported as stolen flying up to the ship during what seems like a routine check? How are we going to be sure they don’t stop us immediately and blow us out of the sky?”
Leia took a deep, patient breath,
“You really have no faith in me, do you. We’ve been monitoring the ship and can see that there are TIE fighters flying in and out. Just follow the path that the rest of them are taking to avoid standing out. We know the ship hasn’t been reported as stolen because when it crashed the pilot died, so there was no one to alert them when we recovered it. We don’t have much time, I just need you to trust me. Put on the uniforms, fly in if you have to, but fly out and destroy the engine. It’s our only chance.”
A grim look passed over your face, this mission was risky, and you knew if she was going to put the two of you together it really was her only option. Things could very easily go south and if worse comes to worse her best pilots would have the closest shot at getting out of there alive. You turned to Han and realized he must’ve gotten the message, because for once in his life he didn't have anything witty to say back. He just nodded and went to change into the stolen uniform
You turned back to Leia and took a deep breath before wrapping your arms around her. She returned the hug before pulling back and putting her hands on your shoulders.
“Just, please make it back, ok?”
You smiled “I will. I might leave Han on the ship though, he’s already starting to get on my nerves.”
Leia laughed “As much as he’s a pain in our asses, he’s one of our best. Try to keep him in line for me, you know how he gets...”
You chuckled, “Yeah, I will. See you later, okay?”
“Yeah, see you later.”
You walked off to go change before meeting Han at the ship.
...
By the time you squeezed into the stolen uniform Han was already in the pilot seat of the TIE. You truly wish you had the energy to argue about it, but there wasn't enough time to be petty. He was a better pilot, plain and simple, and your pride wouldn't change that. You also wouldn't change anything by slamming on a non-existent brake pedal as he took off with an all too aggressive jolt, but that certainly didn't stop the instinct.
"Can you slow down?" You snapped, tension seeping into your shoulders. "We're supposed to be blending in, and your narcissistic flying style gives you away to literally anyone who has ever seen you pilot."
"'Narcissistic flying style'?" Han scoffs "What does that even mean?"
"I don't know, shut up." You blushed, doing your best to avoid his gaze.
"You've got to get better at that, you know"
"At what?"
"Being mean. It doesn't suit you"
"Unless you want to figure out how well my foot suits your ass, I suggest you just shut up and fly"
He lets out a warm chuckle, laughing through his response -
"See what I mean? It just sounds weird coming out of your mouth. It's like a youngling swearing for the first time. To much bite, it's not natural yet"
"Well if you're so sure it's unnatural to me maybe I should take notes from you, you seem to have no problem being an asshole."
This one came out with a real bite, he's pissed you off now.
"And what does it matter? Maybe it's not natural to me because you're the only person who makes me feel like saying rude shit. Now what does come natural to me is flying, and maybe if you weren't so focused on how things sounded coming out of my mouth you'd have noticed the TIEs flying on either side of us."
"Oh shit!" He exclaimed, caught off guard for once.
"We're going to have to land on the ship."
"what? why?"
"We don't have access to their channels of communication and we're going to have to explain what the hell we're doing flying off Crait. If we start flying towards the reactor now they'll just gun us down. We can pretend to be the soldiers that crashed on this ship, explain that we were only missing because the engine failed and we needed time to repair it. The communicator broke in the crash, and that's why we haven't called for help, got it?"
"Got it, captain" He said, with an impressed lilt in his voice.
You smiled, tallying this as a win against him. If it was impressive to him that someone could come up with a plan that wasn’t whatever made the most explosions, then so be it. He’d just better be prepared to be impressed for the next few hours.
As Han flew the TIE into the landing bay, it became increasingly clear that this was going to take more convincing on your part than you were prepared for. The two TIEs guarding either side of you followed you into the port, and a group of high ranking soldiers began to gather where your ship was landing. You shot Han a concerned glance before remembering it was useless through your helmet. He seemed to get the message anyways, giving you a short nod in response. You just hoped that meant he was taking this as seriously as you were and wasn't planning on doing anything rash.
The both of you slowly stepped out of the TIE, unsure of what the soldiers around you were planning. You tensed as a burly looking man approached, eyeing the both of you suspiciously-
“CF-0065, TZ-1764. It’s been quite some time since we’ve heard from you. Your vessels had been reported missing and it was our assumption that you had crashed or been captured. Explain what has kept you from reporting to your posts immediately.”
He snapped, authority evident in his voice. You decided to cut in before Han could say something stupid-
“Yes, sir. Our vessels crashed on Crait, and we have spent the time in between now and then repairing the engine of the more salvageable ship. We were able to get it functioning yesterday, and we're working on getting the communication systems functioning next. We spotted your ship flying over and hoped to explain ourselves and have aid in fully repairing the TIE.”
“Ah, yes, well I’m glad you were able to recover your vessel and return to work. We could use the extras hands on board.”
“What exactly is the mission of this vessel?” Han chimed in. “We’d like to help in whatever way best suits our skills.” He added, nonchalantly.
The man, who you had now gathered to be the chief officer, began to walk. The two of you followed, doing your best impression of the mindless soldiers surrounding you.
“Well, we were sent to a maintenance level scan of this star system, but have since detected some suspicious activity on this planet in particular.”
Your shoulders immediately tensed, and you shot a sideways glance at Han.
“We would like to get a more comprehensive idea of the situation before moving forward, so as of now we have not reported anything to the other fleets in the area. We’d prefer not to alert the planet of our suspicions yet, and give them the least time to prepare if we decide to strike.”
You silently thanked the stars that they haven’t allerted anyone else of their suspicions. You know Han did too, it’s going to make what you have to do here a whole lot easier without an entire fleet against you.
"Well, we’re both especially skilled in repair and maintenance,” Han jutted in, “so if you could point us towards the engine room we would be happy to make sure everything is working in order while you further investigate the planet.”
It was a risky move, and the general eyed you suspiciously.
“The both of us were able to repair a damaged TIE fighter engine with nothing but the materials we were able to trade for on Crait, if you have any issues we’d be happy to help.” You added, hoping it would convince him.
“Actually,” he conceded, “I have been concerned about the operation system in one of our navigation ports. We’ve been having quite a few rough takeoffs recently. I was going to wait until we landed to get it looked at, but since the two of you clearly possess enough skill to repair that TIE I’d rather you just take a look at it now.”
He led the two of you down a series of long, winding hallways, which you did your best to memorize if a quick escape became necessary. The room he brought you to was a small one, with about a hundred buttons you barely recognized. You may be an experienced pilot, but Empire technology was something else entirely. You just hoped the general wasn’t planning on staying, or you and Han would have to put on a pretty convincing performance.
“So,” Han coughed, “what seems to be the matter?”
“Well since you two are such experienced mechanics, shouldn't you be the ones telling me?” The general questioned suspiciously.
“Of course, Sir,” You turned, praying to god that you could make some sense of this mess in time to keep your cover. “It looks like-”
A loud thud echoed behind you and you whipped around to see Han standing over the unconscious general. He just shrugged, turning to replace the wrench he pried off the wall to club him with.
“Han!” You whisper-shouted, trying not to alert more people than he probably just did by being his typical, impulsive self.
“What? He replied, “He was totally on to us and It was more trouble than it's worth to try and convince him we know anything about Empire tech.”
“Right, so you decided braining him with a wrench was the next best option?”
“We don’t have time for this, Y/N. At this point we’re going to have to sabotage the reactor from the inside, which might take more effort than we anticipated.”
“And what are we supposed to do with him?” You both eyed the unconscious general, and Han shifted his gaze to a utility closet in the corner.
A few good thunks with the wrench for extra measure later, the both of you began to fold, shove, and contort the general into a crate in the navigation room closet. You had taken your helmets off, sweating uncomfortably with the effort it took to lift the fairly bulky man across the room. You wiped your forehead, staring at the now properly concealed general, and shot a concerned glance at Han,
“How long do you think it’ll take before they notice he’s gone?”
“I think we’ve got some time,” He said, reaching for his helmet.
It was at that moment that the doorknob began to jiggle, and in a blur of movement Han had you up against the wall with his lips on yours. It didn’t even register at first, shock and adrenaline coursing through your veins hard enough to freeze you completely.You weren’t exactly sure what the rules were in The Galactic Empire about soldiers kissing, but you had a feeling the punishment for being caught would be less severe than killing a high ranking general. Plus, this was probably the easiest way to hide both of your helmetless faces, yours may not be recognizable, but his certainly is. It took a second before you began to kiss him back, but by the time you let yourself reciprocate, you heard the door click shut and Han pulled away. You kicked yourself and your neurotic brain for running through all of the possible plans of action before you even got the chance to soak it in. You’d dreamed of this so many times, and in so many ways, and the one time it’ll probably ever happen you let it get away from you. As you looked back up at Han, he was stuck with the same searching look you couldn’t wipe off your face. You stared back at him for a second, trying to gauge his reaction.
Han butted in, cutting right through your thoughts. “Maybe we should do that again. You know, just in case they come back.” He said, dazed.
“Yeah…” You muttered, “Yeah that might be best.”
His lips crashed back into yours, and you kissed him with a renewed sense of purpose. Han kissed with a passion you had never felt before. With everyone else it had been awkward and fumbling, but the two of you seemed to fit together so naturally. You took a metal note of every part of him, from the rough feeling of his lips to the bold flick of his tongue. You tried to memorize everything you loved about this, because you knew it was never going to happen again. You’re sure you were going to torture yourself with this moment forever, so you might as well remember it as clearly as possible. The way his hands grazed your waist, not grabbing, but just hovering above your hips with a feather-like touch as if he was afraid you were going to burn him. How his adams apple bobbed when you kissed his neck, swallowing hard out of desperation. The way his hands felt in your hair, not tugging, but carding through it with a sort of reverence. He pulled away too soon, tearing you out of your blissful analysis of his body and back into the present tense.
“We can’t keep doing that,” He said, panting.
“Yeah, I think we’re in the clear and we need to find the reactor” You replied, trying your best to hide how it stung and moving towards your helmet.
“No.” Han put both his hands on your shoulder, holding you in place, “No, we can’t keep doing that because if we do I will want to do it again.”
“What?” You paused, shocked.
“You know what I mean, Y/N, don’t make me say it out loud.”
You stared back at him blankly, truly at a loss for words.
“Jesus Y/N, Do I have to spell it out for you? I’m in love with you!”
“What?” Seemed to be the only word your brain could muster in this moment. You felt as though your whole world view was crashing around you, as though the very ground beneath you was shaking… On second thought, the ground might actually be shaking, because judging by Hans face you weren't the only one feeling the rumbling beneath you.
“We’ll deal with this later.” He shot you a look before grabbing his helmet and running out the door, following quickly after to discover what was the matter.
It became clear as you walked that the ship was preparing for takeoff, but you weren’t sure why. Your nerves were on fire, and you know you’ve wasted too much time to get it wrong now.
“That general sure wasn’t kidding when he said their takeoffs were rough. We need to get to the reactor before they can get the ship up and running or we’re screwed.” Han said, eyeing you nervously.
“Do you think if we go back to the landing bay we can tell them we have orders to go back to Crait and investigate some of the suspicious activity we saw on-world? If we take a nicer ship than the TIE we came in we won't have to worry about the blasters not being strong enough to take down the ship.” You replied, already in go-mode.
“Sounds like a great plan,” Han said, voice dripping with sarcasm, “except how the hell are we supposed to find our way back to the landing bay with no map of the ship?”
“Just trust me.” You said, grabbing his arm and leading him down the hall. Your freakish memory is good for more than memorizing Hans lips, and you were able to bring the two of you back exactly the way you came. You strode up to the nearest pilot you could find, and with the confidence of somebody who has no other choice, demands he give the two of you access to an ST-70 Assault Ship.
“For what purpose?” He responds, taken aback by your assertiveness.
“We are the two soldiers who we’re just recovered from Crait, and were ordered back down there to investigate suspicious activity on the planet. We don’t have time for this, just give us the vessel.” Han repeated what you had planned to the pilot, striding towards the ST-70.
“I haven’t been told of such an order, the two of you are going to need to wait until I receive the command from higher up to authorize use of this vessel.” The pilot replies sharply.
“We’ve already been held up by engine maintenance,” You added, not exactly sure where this was going but hoping you found something convincing to say in the midst of your rambling, “and spent much of that time relaying to a general on this ship the reason for our brief disappearance. We are part of a high clearance mission to uncover rebel activity on the planet Crait, and are close to infiltrating one of the largest branches of their military. We came here to dismiss your vessel, as we were worried your presence would alert the Rebel Alliance of our presence on the planet.”
Han joined in, stepping up to the unarmed pilot with his intimidating stature.
“If you don’t hand over this vessel, the failure of a months-long plan to eliminate one of the largest branches of the Rebel Alliance will be on your head. Whatever you think we might do with this ship that is ‘unauthorized’ cannot possibly have consequences as dire for you as that will.” Han rolled his shoulders back, taking one more menacing step forward.
The pilot stepped aside, granting you and Han access to the ST-70. If the two of you make it out of here, you would have to be permanently assigned as partners for missions like these. You have never felt more invigorated or on your game than when you were with Han, the idea of the word ‘partners in crime’ finally settling in your skin. You weren’t out of the woods yet though, and as Han began to start the ships engines, a very rumpled looking general marched into the landing bay.
“Shit!” You exclaimed. “Go, Han, Go, go, go go GO!”
“I hear you Y/N!” Han shouted back, kicking the ship into overdrive and jolting you violently into space.
You got a few feet out from the ship before three TIE fighters started tailing you, and Han took a sharp left before nose-diving under the belly of the ship. You whipped around to the laser cannons, doing you best to aim as Han whipped the ship around to try and find the main engine. Just as you took one TIE out, two more appeared.
“Do you have eyes on the engine Han?” You shouted, limbs tingling as you shot down two more TIE fighters.
“Got it!” He yelled back, and you swiveled to face the ship's surface as he flew at top speed towards the engine.
You began to count down, preparing Han to nose dive the second you blasted this thing out of the sky.
“Three… two.. One!” You fired directly at the engine, and your stomach did somersaults as Han dodged the blast.
“Yes!” He screamed, and you laughed with manic joy as you felt relief wash over you.
The TIE fighters following you weren’t prepared to dodge the blast, and the two of you watched joyfully as they went down with the ship. You barreled towards Crait, with more than just a successful mission to show for it. The two of you had just destroyed a high ranking Empire ship, and come back with an ST-70 Razor Crest M-11 ship as your bounty. Han landed the ship and ripped off his helmet, smiling from ear to ear. The excitement was electric, making its way through every limb and out your fingers to charge the atmosphere around you. You turned to Han and before you knew it you were crashing your lips into his, desperate for an outlet. He kissed you back with double the vigor of the last time, and seemed to be determined to explore every inch of you. Your mouth, your waist, your hair, your thighs, he groped and fumbled at all of you as you pushed back with just as much energy. Kissing Han felt like, for lack of better word, winning. Winning your first race as a newly vetted pilot, winning a mission against the empire, winning the man you thought wanted nothing to do with you and you thought you wanted nothing to do with. You laughed into the kiss as he bit your lip, giddy with an amount of energy you didn’t know how to control.
“What?” He said, sporting that smug grin you always wanted to slap off of his face.
“Nothing,” you replied, deciding firmly that kissing it off was the better option. “I’ve just been so in love with you forever and can’t believe this is happening.”
FIN.
A/N: Hi guys! I’m fairly new to fic writing and brand new to tumblr (in a sense, I’ve been ON Tumblr since like 2016 but I’ve never really posted), so I’m not really sure what I’m doing tbh. I’ve been writing for awhile but I’ve never really posted anything, so let’s just see how this goes! PS Constructive criticism is welcome! I'd love some tips :)
Han Solo x Reader
Prompt: “Do I have to spell it out for you? I’m in love with you!” + Kissing to hide from someone
The funny thing is, you were probably the best pilot in the rebellion before Han. And you absolutely resented him for it. There were few things you hated more than someone upstaging you, but there was nothing you hated more than them being smug about it. And Han Solo without smug is like Hoth without winter, impossible. So when you found yourself crammed nose to nose in a maintenance closet staring back into that smug, shit eating grin, you came to the conclusion that if you made it out of here alive the first thing you were going to do was rip the wires out of that cocky assholes prize winning ship and shove them down his throat.
The morning was typical, breakfast in the Cafeteria and some training in the Gym, then straight to the meeting that was scheduled for that afternoon. Unfortunately, you never actually made it to that meeting, because half way through your training session the emergency alarm went off. You dropped your practice weapon and turned to run towards the center of the base.
“Damnit!”
You forgot to take off the resistance band tied around your ankle and ate shit on the training room floor. A mocking laugh echoed through the room as you felt firm hands grasp your wrists and pull you up.
“You should really be more careful, we wouldn’t want you to do any damage to that pretty face of yours now would we?”
Han grinned, sarcasm dripping from his tone. You groaned in frustration, face flushing from a wounded ego.
“If you haven’t noticed we’re in a bit of an emergency, so if you could be a little more helpful and untie my leg so that we can make it to the meeting before The Galactic Empire blows up our base that would be great.”
“As you wish, Princess”
He leaned down to pull the band off of your thigh, lingering a beat too long in his particularly flirtatious manner. You shoved ahead of him, tactlessly hiding your blush. You know it meant nothing to him, but that didn't mean it didn't drive you nuts. You just didn't operate like Han. He was so casual. Sometimes it seemed like he couldn't help but charm anyone that walks by, just to prove he could. You're pretty sure he would flirt with a coffee pot if it was wearing mascara, while you, on the other hand, had barely managed to seduce half a dozen people in your lifetime. It was for this reason that Hans nature was so irritating to you. When he first moved to this base, you had assumed he was making a pass at you. It's just that no one had ever been so bold about it. At least not with you, the plain looking girl from Batuu who's hottest feature, in the literal sense, was her perpetually flushed cheeks and sweaty palms. It had barely been a week before you fell hard, giggling like a child every time he made one of his frisky remarks. Bless Leia's heart for being the only person kind enough to burst your bubble. After what must have been a few too many puppy eyed stares, she pulled you aside to tell you Hans' deal. That he was an egotistical bastard who got a kick out of making people fall in love with him just to see if he could. You crashed back down to Earth pretty swiftly after that, and had now spent the better part of a year rolling your eyes every time he entered a room. Now you're stuck being second best to the man who stole your heart and your rank.
By the time you both reached the meeting room, the alarm had stopped and Leia was the only person left there.
“Y/N, Han! There you are. Where were you two?”
“Long story, what’s up?”
“ok...”
Leia raised her eyebrow suspiciously before continuing
“There’s a Galactic Empire ship flying in our atmosphere. We’re not sure if they got a tip off about our base or if they’re doing a routine scan of the planet, but either way we can’t risk allowing them to continue. We only have one stolen TIE Fighter at this base, which means the rest of the crew will be working from land to shield the base and prepare for battle in case we’re spotted-“
“Great, where do you need me?” You interjected.
“I was actually hoping you and Han could fly the TIE fighter...”
“Oh?” You questioned, a bit shocked.
She eyed you with a sympathetic look, the two of you still close enough for her to be well aware of how you feel about Han.
“I don't need to tell either of you that you're the best pilots we have on site, and we need this mission to succeed. We can’t risk sending anything but our best, I’m counting on you two to destroy the ship by sabotaging the main engine.”
“Just tell me where to fire and that ship’ll be out of the sky before it can get within 100 miles of our base.” Han said, rearing for battle.
“Not so fast”
Leia sighed, clearly not willing to deal with Hans' rash nature at this exact moment.
“There’s a reason I’m squeezing Y/N into a single-pilot TIE with you, Han. You need someone who actually thinks rationally, this is too much of a risky situation for you to just go in there and fire at will like you usually would. You need to be calculated and precise, which is why you’ll both be undercover.”
“Hey! I’m calculated and precise...” Han frowned.
You gritted your teeth and turned back to Leia.
“Where’s the engine?”
“It’s on the north end of the ship, right next to the escape pod, you can’t miss it. A few hits should do the trick, especially since we’re using a stolen Empire ship with stronger blasters. By the time they realize you two are there they’ll already be toast. Here are your Uniforms, just in case anything goes south and you have to come face to face with Galactic Empire soldiers.”
You nod and take the uniform out of Leia’s hand, two Stormtrooper suits probably taken off of the soldiers from the stolen TIE fighter.
“Be careful, they’ll be on high alert if a ship just flies at top speed towards their engines. Don’t be suspicious.”
Han scoffed,
“Yeah, great advice ‘Don’t be suspicious’. And how are we supposed to do that? A random TIE fighter that’s probably already been reported as stolen flying up to the ship during what seems like a routine check? How are we going to be sure they don’t stop us immediately and blow us out of the sky?”
Leia took a deep, patient breath,
“You really have no faith in me, do you. We’ve been monitoring the ship and can see that there are TIE fighters flying in and out. Just follow the path that the rest of them are taking to avoid standing out. We know the ship hasn’t been reported as stolen because when it crashed the pilot died, so there was no one to alert them when we recovered it. We don’t have much time, I just need you to trust me. Put on the uniforms, fly in if you have to, but fly out and destroy the engine. It’s our only chance.”
A grim look passed over your face, this mission was risky, and you knew if she was going to put the two of you together it really was her only option. Things could very easily go south and if worse comes to worse her best pilots would have the closest shot at getting out of there alive. You turned to Han and realized he must’ve gotten the message, because for once in his life he didn't have anything witty to say back. He just nodded and went to change into the stolen uniform
You turned back to Leia and took a deep breath before wrapping your arms around her. She returned the hug before pulling back and putting her hands on your shoulders.
“Just, please make it back, ok?”
You smiled “I will. I might leave Han on the ship though, he’s already starting to get on my nerves.”
Leia laughed “As much as he’s a pain in our asses, he’s one of our best. Try to keep him in line for me, you know how he gets...”
You chuckled, “Yeah, I will. See you later, okay?”
“Yeah, see you later.”
You walked off to go change before meeting Han at the ship.
...
By the time you squeezed into the stolen uniform Han was already in the pilot seat of the TIE. You truly wish you had the energy to argue about it, but there wasn't enough time to be petty. He was a better pilot, plain and simple, and your pride wouldn't change that. You also wouldn't change anything by slamming on a non-existent brake pedal as he took off with an all too aggressive jolt, but that certainly didn't stop the instinct.
"Can you slow down?" You snapped, tension seeping into your shoulders. "We're supposed to be blending in, and your narcissistic flying style gives you away to literally anyone who has ever seen you pilot."
"'Narcissistic flying style'?" Han scoffs "What does that even mean?"
"I don't know, shut up." You blushed, doing your best to avoid his gaze.
"You've got to get better at that, you know"
"At what?"
"Being mean. It doesn't suit you"
"Unless you want to figure out how well my foot suits your ass, I suggest you just shut up and fly"
He lets out a warm chuckle, laughing through his response -
"See what I mean? It just sounds weird coming out of your mouth. It's like a youngling swearing for the first time. To much bite, it's not natural yet"
"Well if you're so sure it's unnatural to me maybe I should take notes from you, you seem to have no problem being an asshole."
This one came out with a real bite, he's pissed you off now.
"And what does it matter? Maybe it's not natural to me because you're the only person who makes me feel like saying rude shit. Now what does come natural to me is flying, and maybe if you weren't so focused on how things sounded coming out of my mouth you'd have noticed the TIEs flying on either side of us."
"Oh shit!" He exclaimed, caught off guard for once.
"We're going to have to land on the ship."
"what? why?"
"We don't have access to their channels of communication and we're going to have to explain what the hell we're doing flying off Crait. If we start flying towards the reactor now they'll just gun us down. We can pretend to be the soldiers that crashed on this ship, explain that we were only missing because the engine failed and we needed time to repair it. The communicator broke in the crash, and that's why we haven't called for help, got it?"
"Got it, captain" He said, with an impressed lilt in his voice.
You smiled, tallying this as a win against him. If it was impressive to him that someone could come up with a plan that wasn’t whatever made the most explosions, then so be it. He’d just better be prepared to be impressed for the next few hours.
As Han flew the TIE into the landing bay, it became increasingly clear that this was going to take more convincing on your part than you were prepared for. The two TIEs guarding either side of you followed you into the port, and a group of high ranking soldiers began to gather where your ship was landing. You shot Han a concerned glance before remembering it was useless through your helmet. He seemed to get the message anyways, giving you a short nod in response. You just hoped that meant he was taking this as seriously as you were and wasn't planning on doing anything rash.
The both of you slowly stepped out of the TIE, unsure of what the soldiers around you were planning. You tensed as a burly looking man approached, eyeing the both of you suspiciously-
“CF-0065, TZ-1764. It’s been quite some time since we’ve heard from you. Your vessels had been reported missing and it was our assumption that you had crashed or been captured. Explain what has kept you from reporting to your posts immediately.”
He snapped, authority evident in his voice. You decided to cut in before Han could say something stupid-
“Yes, sir. Our vessels crashed on Crait, and we have spent the time in between now and then repairing the engine of the more salvageable ship. We were able to get it functioning yesterday, and we're working on getting the communication systems functioning next. We spotted your ship flying over and hoped to explain ourselves and have aid in fully repairing the TIE.”
“Ah, yes, well I’m glad you were able to recover your vessel and return to work. We could use the extras hands on board.”
“What exactly is the mission of this vessel?” Han chimed in. “We’d like to help in whatever way best suits our skills.” He added, nonchalantly.
The man, who you had now gathered to be the chief officer, began to walk. The two of you followed, doing your best impression of the mindless soldiers surrounding you.
“Well, we were sent to a maintenance level scan of this star system, but have since detected some suspicious activity on this planet in particular.”
Your shoulders immediately tensed, and you shot a sideways glance at Han.
“We would like to get a more comprehensive idea of the situation before moving forward, so as of now we have not reported anything to the other fleets in the area. We’d prefer not to alert the planet of our suspicions yet, and give them the least time to prepare if we decide to strike.”
You silently thanked the stars that they haven’t allerted anyone else of their suspicions. You know Han did too, it’s going to make what you have to do here a whole lot easier without an entire fleet against you.
"Well, we’re both especially skilled in repair and maintenance,” Han jutted in, “so if you could point us towards the engine room we would be happy to make sure everything is working in order while you further investigate the planet.”
It was a risky move, and the general eyed you suspiciously.
“The both of us were able to repair a damaged TIE fighter engine with nothing but the materials we were able to trade for on Crait, if you have any issues we’d be happy to help.” You added, hoping it would convince him.
“Actually,” he conceded, “I have been concerned about the operation system in one of our navigation ports. We’ve been having quite a few rough takeoffs recently. I was going to wait until we landed to get it looked at, but since the two of you clearly possess enough skill to repair that TIE I’d rather you just take a look at it now.”
He led the two of you down a series of long, winding hallways, which you did your best to memorize if a quick escape became necessary. The room he brought you to was a small one, with about a hundred buttons you barely recognized. You may be an experienced pilot, but Empire technology was something else entirely. You just hoped the general wasn’t planning on staying, or you and Han would have to put on a pretty convincing performance.
“So,” Han coughed, “what seems to be the matter?”
“Well since you two are such experienced mechanics, shouldn't you be the ones telling me?” The general questioned suspiciously.
“Of course, Sir,” You turned, praying to god that you could make some sense of this mess in time to keep your cover. “It looks like-”
A loud thud echoed behind you and you whipped around to see Han standing over the unconscious general. He just shrugged, turning to replace the wrench he pried off the wall to club him with.
“Han!” You whisper-shouted, trying not to alert more people than he probably just did by being his typical, impulsive self.
“What? He replied, “He was totally on to us and It was more trouble than it's worth to try and convince him we know anything about Empire tech.”
“Right, so you decided braining him with a wrench was the next best option?”
“We don’t have time for this, Y/N. At this point we’re going to have to sabotage the reactor from the inside, which might take more effort than we anticipated.”
“And what are we supposed to do with him?” You both eyed the unconscious general, and Han shifted his gaze to a utility closet in the corner.
A few good thunks with the wrench for extra measure later, the both of you began to fold, shove, and contort the general into a crate in the navigation room closet. You had taken your helmets off, sweating uncomfortably with the effort it took to lift the fairly bulky man across the room. You wiped your forehead, staring at the now properly concealed general, and shot a concerned glance at Han,
“How long do you think it’ll take before they notice he’s gone?”
“I think we’ve got some time,” He said, reaching for his helmet.
It was at that moment that the doorknob began to jiggle, and in a blur of movement Han had you up against the wall with his lips on yours. It didn’t even register at first, shock and adrenaline coursing through your veins hard enough to freeze you completely.You weren’t exactly sure what the rules were in The Galactic Empire about soldiers kissing, but you had a feeling the punishment for being caught would be less severe than killing a high ranking general. Plus, this was probably the easiest way to hide both of your helmetless faces, yours may not be recognizable, but his certainly is. It took a second before you began to kiss him back, but by the time you let yourself reciprocate, you heard the door click shut and Han pulled away. You kicked yourself and your neurotic brain for running through all of the possible plans of action before you even got the chance to soak it in. You’d dreamed of this so many times, and in so many ways, and the one time it’ll probably ever happen you let it get away from you. As you looked back up at Han, he was stuck with the same searching look you couldn’t wipe off your face. You stared back at him for a second, trying to gauge his reaction.
Han butted in, cutting right through your thoughts. “Maybe we should do that again. You know, just in case they come back.” He said, dazed.
“Yeah…” You muttered, “Yeah that might be best.”
His lips crashed back into yours, and you kissed him with a renewed sense of purpose. Han kissed with a passion you had never felt before. With everyone else it had been awkward and fumbling, but the two of you seemed to fit together so naturally. You took a metal note of every part of him, from the rough feeling of his lips to the bold flick of his tongue. You tried to memorize everything you loved about this, because you knew it was never going to happen again. You’re sure you were going to torture yourself with this moment forever, so you might as well remember it as clearly as possible. The way his hands grazed your waist, not grabbing, but just hovering above your hips with a feather-like touch as if he was afraid you were going to burn him. How his adams apple bobbed when you kissed his neck, swallowing hard out of desperation. The way his hands felt in your hair, not tugging, but carding through it with a sort of reverence. He pulled away too soon, tearing you out of your blissful analysis of his body and back into the present tense.
“We can’t keep doing that,” He said, panting.
“Yeah, I think we’re in the clear and we need to find the reactor” You replied, trying your best to hide how it stung and moving towards your helmet.
“No.” Han put both his hands on your shoulder, holding you in place, “No, we can’t keep doing that because if we do I will want to do it again.”
“What?” You paused, shocked.
“You know what I mean, Y/N, don’t make me say it out loud.”
You stared back at him blankly, truly at a loss for words.
“Jesus Y/N, Do I have to spell it out for you? I’m in love with you!”
“What?” Seemed to be the only word your brain could muster in this moment. You felt as though your whole world view was crashing around you, as though the very ground beneath you was shaking… On second thought, the ground might actually be shaking, because judging by Hans face you weren't the only one feeling the rumbling beneath you.
“We’ll deal with this later.” He shot you a look before grabbing his helmet and running out the door, following quickly after to discover what was the matter.
It became clear as you walked that the ship was preparing for takeoff, but you weren’t sure why. Your nerves were on fire, and you know you’ve wasted too much time to get it wrong now.
“That general sure wasn’t kidding when he said their takeoffs were rough. We need to get to the reactor before they can get the ship up and running or we’re screwed.” Han said, eyeing you nervously.
“Do you think if we go back to the landing bay we can tell them we have orders to go back to Crait and investigate some of the suspicious activity we saw on-world? If we take a nicer ship than the TIE we came in we won't have to worry about the blasters not being strong enough to take down the ship.” You replied, already in go-mode.
“Sounds like a great plan,” Han said, voice dripping with sarcasm, “except how the hell are we supposed to find our way back to the landing bay with no map of the ship?”
“Just trust me.” You said, grabbing his arm and leading him down the hall. Your freakish memory is good for more than memorizing Hans lips, and you were able to bring the two of you back exactly the way you came. You strode up to the nearest pilot you could find, and with the confidence of somebody who has no other choice, demands he give the two of you access to an ST-70 Assault Ship.
“For what purpose?” He responds, taken aback by your assertiveness.
“We are the two soldiers who we’re just recovered from Crait, and were ordered back down there to investigate suspicious activity on the planet. We don’t have time for this, just give us the vessel.” Han repeated what you had planned to the pilot, striding towards the ST-70.
“I haven’t been told of such an order, the two of you are going to need to wait until I receive the command from higher up to authorize use of this vessel.” The pilot replies sharply.
“We’ve already been held up by engine maintenance,” You added, not exactly sure where this was going but hoping you found something convincing to say in the midst of your rambling, “and spent much of that time relaying to a general on this ship the reason for our brief disappearance. We are part of a high clearance mission to uncover rebel activity on the planet Crait, and are close to infiltrating one of the largest branches of their military. We came here to dismiss your vessel, as we were worried your presence would alert the Rebel Alliance of our presence on the planet.”
Han joined in, stepping up to the unarmed pilot with his intimidating stature.
“If you don’t hand over this vessel, the failure of a months-long plan to eliminate one of the largest branches of the Rebel Alliance will be on your head. Whatever you think we might do with this ship that is ‘unauthorized’ cannot possibly have consequences as dire for you as that will.” Han rolled his shoulders back, taking one more menacing step forward.
The pilot stepped aside, granting you and Han access to the ST-70. If the two of you make it out of here, you would have to be permanently assigned as partners for missions like these. You have never felt more invigorated or on your game than when you were with Han, the idea of the word ‘partners in crime’ finally settling in your skin. You weren’t out of the woods yet though, and as Han began to start the ships engines, a very rumpled looking general marched into the landing bay.
“Shit!” You exclaimed. “Go, Han, Go, go, go go GO!”
“I hear you Y/N!” Han shouted back, kicking the ship into overdrive and jolting you violently into space.
You got a few feet out from the ship before three TIE fighters started tailing you, and Han took a sharp left before nose-diving under the belly of the ship. You whipped around to the laser cannons, doing you best to aim as Han whipped the ship around to try and find the main engine. Just as you took one TIE out, two more appeared.
“Do you have eyes on the engine Han?” You shouted, limbs tingling as you shot down two more TIE fighters.
“Got it!” He yelled back, and you swiveled to face the ship's surface as he flew at top speed towards the engine.
You began to count down, preparing Han to nose dive the second you blasted this thing out of the sky.
“Three… two.. One!” You fired directly at the engine, and your stomach did somersaults as Han dodged the blast.
“Yes!” He screamed, and you laughed with manic joy as you felt relief wash over you.
The TIE fighters following you weren’t prepared to dodge the blast, and the two of you watched joyfully as they went down with the ship. You barreled towards Crait, with more than just a successful mission to show for it. The two of you had just destroyed a high ranking Empire ship, and come back with an ST-70 Razor Crest M-11 ship as your bounty. Han landed the ship and ripped off his helmet, smiling from ear to ear. The excitement was electric, making its way through every limb and out your fingers to charge the atmosphere around you. You turned to Han and before you knew it you were crashing your lips into his, desperate for an outlet. He kissed you back with double the vigor of the last time, and seemed to be determined to explore every inch of you. Your mouth, your waist, your hair, your thighs, he groped and fumbled at all of you as you pushed back with just as much energy. Kissing Han felt like, for lack of better word, winning. Winning your first race as a newly vetted pilot, winning a mission against the empire, winning the man you thought wanted nothing to do with you and you thought you wanted nothing to do with. You laughed into the kiss as he bit your lip, giddy with an amount of energy you didn’t know how to control.
“What?” He said, sporting that smug grin you always wanted to slap off of his face.
“Nothing,” you replied, deciding firmly that kissing it off was the better option. “I’ve just been so in love with you forever and can’t believe this is happening.”
FIN.
A/N: Hi guys! I’m fairly new to fic writing and brand new to tumblr (in a sense, I’ve been ON Tumblr since like 2016 but I’ve never really posted), so I’m not really sure what I’m doing tbh. I’ve been writing for awhile but I’ve never really posted anything, so let’s just see how this goes! PS Constructive criticism is welcome! I'd love some tips :)
Han Solo x Reader
Prompt: “Do I have to spell it out for you? I’m in love with you!” + Kissing to hide from someone
The funny thing is, you were probably the best pilot in the rebellion before Han. And you absolutely resented him for it. There were few things you hated more than someone upstaging you, but there was nothing you hated more than them being smug about it. And Han Solo without smug is like Hoth without winter, impossible. So when you found yourself crammed nose to nose in a maintenance closet staring back into that smug, shit eating grin, you came to the conclusion that if you made it out of here alive the first thing you were going to do was rip the wires out of that cocky assholes prize winning ship and shove them down his throat.
The morning was typical, breakfast in the Cafeteria and some training in the Gym, then straight to the meeting that was scheduled for that afternoon. Unfortunately, you never actually made it to that meeting, because half way through your training session the emergency alarm went off. You dropped your practice weapon and turned to run towards the center of the base.
“Damnit!”
You forgot to take off the resistance band tied around your ankle and ate shit on the training room floor. A mocking laugh echoed through the room as you felt firm hands grasp your wrists and pull you up.
“You should really be more careful, we wouldn’t want you to do any damage to that pretty face of yours now would we?”
Han grinned, sarcasm dripping from his tone. You groaned in frustration, face flushing from a wounded ego.
“If you haven’t noticed we’re in a bit of an emergency, so if you could be a little more helpful and untie my leg so that we can make it to the meeting before The Galactic Empire blows up our base that would be great.”
“As you wish, Princess”
He leaned down to pull the band off of your thigh, lingering a beat too long in his particularly flirtatious manner. You shoved ahead of him, tactlessly hiding your blush. You know it meant nothing to him, but that didn't mean it didn't drive you nuts. You just didn't operate like Han. He was so casual. Sometimes it seemed like he couldn't help but charm anyone that walks by, just to prove he could. You're pretty sure he would flirt with a coffee pot if it was wearing mascara, while you, on the other hand, had barely managed to seduce half a dozen people in your lifetime. It was for this reason that Hans nature was so irritating to you. When he first moved to this base, you had assumed he was making a pass at you. It's just that no one had ever been so bold about it. At least not with you, the plain looking girl from Batuu who's hottest feature, in the literal sense, was her perpetually flushed cheeks and sweaty palms. It had barely been a week before you fell hard, giggling like a child every time he made one of his frisky remarks. Bless Leia's heart for being the only person kind enough to burst your bubble. After what must have been a few too many puppy eyed stares, she pulled you aside to tell you Hans' deal. That he was an egotistical bastard who got a kick out of making people fall in love with him just to see if he could. You crashed back down to Earth pretty swiftly after that, and had now spent the better part of a year rolling your eyes every time he entered a room. Now you're stuck being second best to the man who stole your heart and your rank.
By the time you both reached the meeting room, the alarm had stopped and Leia was the only person left there.
“Y/N, Han! There you are. Where were you two?”
“Long story, what’s up?”
“ok...”
Leia raised her eyebrow suspiciously before continuing
“There’s a Galactic Empire ship flying in our atmosphere. We’re not sure if they got a tip off about our base or if they’re doing a routine scan of the planet, but either way we can’t risk allowing them to continue. We only have one stolen TIE Fighter at this base, which means the rest of the crew will be working from land to shield the base and prepare for battle in case we’re spotted-“
“Great, where do you need me?” You interjected.
“I was actually hoping you and Han could fly the TIE fighter...”
“Oh?” You questioned, a bit shocked.
She eyed you with a sympathetic look, the two of you still close enough for her to be well aware of how you feel about Han.
“I don't need to tell either of you that you're the best pilots we have on site, and we need this mission to succeed. We can’t risk sending anything but our best, I’m counting on you two to destroy the ship by sabotaging the main engine.”
“Just tell me where to fire and that ship’ll be out of the sky before it can get within 100 miles of our base.” Han said, rearing for battle.
“Not so fast”
Leia sighed, clearly not willing to deal with Hans' rash nature at this exact moment.
“There’s a reason I’m squeezing Y/N into a single-pilot TIE with you, Han. You need someone who actually thinks rationally, this is too much of a risky situation for you to just go in there and fire at will like you usually would. You need to be calculated and precise, which is why you’ll both be undercover.”
“Hey! I’m calculated and precise...” Han frowned.
You gritted your teeth and turned back to Leia.
“Where’s the engine?”
“It’s on the north end of the ship, right next to the escape pod, you can’t miss it. A few hits should do the trick, especially since we’re using a stolen Empire ship with stronger blasters. By the time they realize you two are there they’ll already be toast. Here are your Uniforms, just in case anything goes south and you have to come face to face with Galactic Empire soldiers.”
You nod and take the uniform out of Leia’s hand, two Stormtrooper suits probably taken off of the soldiers from the stolen TIE fighter.
“Be careful, they’ll be on high alert if a ship just flies at top speed towards their engines. Don’t be suspicious.”
Han scoffed,
“Yeah, great advice ‘Don’t be suspicious’. And how are we supposed to do that? A random TIE fighter that’s probably already been reported as stolen flying up to the ship during what seems like a routine check? How are we going to be sure they don’t stop us immediately and blow us out of the sky?”
Leia took a deep, patient breath,
“You really have no faith in me, do you. We’ve been monitoring the ship and can see that there are TIE fighters flying in and out. Just follow the path that the rest of them are taking to avoid standing out. We know the ship hasn’t been reported as stolen because when it crashed the pilot died, so there was no one to alert them when we recovered it. We don’t have much time, I just need you to trust me. Put on the uniforms, fly in if you have to, but fly out and destroy the engine. It’s our only chance.”
A grim look passed over your face, this mission was risky, and you knew if she was going to put the two of you together it really was her only option. Things could very easily go south and if worse comes to worse her best pilots would have the closest shot at getting out of there alive. You turned to Han and realized he must’ve gotten the message, because for once in his life he didn't have anything witty to say back. He just nodded and went to change into the stolen uniform
You turned back to Leia and took a deep breath before wrapping your arms around her. She returned the hug before pulling back and putting her hands on your shoulders.
“Just, please make it back, ok?”
You smiled “I will. I might leave Han on the ship though, he’s already starting to get on my nerves.”
Leia laughed “As much as he’s a pain in our asses, he’s one of our best. Try to keep him in line for me, you know how he gets...”
You chuckled, “Yeah, I will. See you later, okay?”
“Yeah, see you later.”
You walked off to go change before meeting Han at the ship.
...
By the time you squeezed into the stolen uniform Han was already in the pilot seat of the TIE. You truly wish you had the energy to argue about it, but there wasn't enough time to be petty. He was a better pilot, plain and simple, and your pride wouldn't change that. You also wouldn't change anything by slamming on a non-existent brake pedal as he took off with an all too aggressive jolt, but that certainly didn't stop the instinct.
"Can you slow down?" You snapped, tension seeping into your shoulders. "We're supposed to be blending in, and your narcissistic flying style gives you away to literally anyone who has ever seen you pilot."
"'Narcissistic flying style'?" Han scoffs "What does that even mean?"
"I don't know, shut up." You blushed, doing your best to avoid his gaze.
"You've got to get better at that, you know"
"At what?"
"Being mean. It doesn't suit you"
"Unless you want to figure out how well my foot suits your ass, I suggest you just shut up and fly"
He lets out a warm chuckle, laughing through his response -
"See what I mean? It just sounds weird coming out of your mouth. It's like a youngling swearing for the first time. To much bite, it's not natural yet"
"Well if you're so sure it's unnatural to me maybe I should take notes from you, you seem to have no problem being an asshole."
This one came out with a real bite, he's pissed you off now.
"And what does it matter? Maybe it's not natural to me because you're the only person who makes me feel like saying rude shit. Now what does come natural to me is flying, and maybe if you weren't so focused on how things sounded coming out of my mouth you'd have noticed the TIEs flying on either side of us."
"Oh shit!" He exclaimed, caught off guard for once.
"We're going to have to land on the ship."
"what? why?"
"We don't have access to their channels of communication and we're going to have to explain what the hell we're doing flying off Crait. If we start flying towards the reactor now they'll just gun us down. We can pretend to be the soldiers that crashed on this ship, explain that we were only missing because the engine failed and we needed time to repair it. The communicator broke in the crash, and that's why we haven't called for help, got it?"
"Got it, captain" He said, with an impressed lilt in his voice.
You smiled, tallying this as a win against him. If it was impressive to him that someone could come up with a plan that wasn’t whatever made the most explosions, then so be it. He’d just better be prepared to be impressed for the next few hours.
As Han flew the TIE into the landing bay, it became increasingly clear that this was going to take more convincing on your part than you were prepared for. The two TIEs guarding either side of you followed you into the port, and a group of high ranking soldiers began to gather where your ship was landing. You shot Han a concerned glance before remembering it was useless through your helmet. He seemed to get the message anyways, giving you a short nod in response. You just hoped that meant he was taking this as seriously as you were and wasn't planning on doing anything rash.
The both of you slowly stepped out of the TIE, unsure of what the soldiers around you were planning. You tensed as a burly looking man approached, eyeing the both of you suspiciously-
“CF-0065, TZ-1764. It’s been quite some time since we’ve heard from you. Your vessels had been reported missing and it was our assumption that you had crashed or been captured. Explain what has kept you from reporting to your posts immediately.”
He snapped, authority evident in his voice. You decided to cut in before Han could say something stupid-
“Yes, sir. Our vessels crashed on Crait, and we have spent the time in between now and then repairing the engine of the more salvageable ship. We were able to get it functioning yesterday, and we're working on getting the communication systems functioning next. We spotted your ship flying over and hoped to explain ourselves and have aid in fully repairing the TIE.”
“Ah, yes, well I’m glad you were able to recover your vessel and return to work. We could use the extras hands on board.”
“What exactly is the mission of this vessel?” Han chimed in. “We’d like to help in whatever way best suits our skills.” He added, nonchalantly.
The man, who you had now gathered to be the chief officer, began to walk. The two of you followed, doing your best impression of the mindless soldiers surrounding you.
“Well, we were sent to a maintenance level scan of this star system, but have since detected some suspicious activity on this planet in particular.”
Your shoulders immediately tensed, and you shot a sideways glance at Han.
“We would like to get a more comprehensive idea of the situation before moving forward, so as of now we have not reported anything to the other fleets in the area. We’d prefer not to alert the planet of our suspicions yet, and give them the least time to prepare if we decide to strike.”
You silently thanked the stars that they haven’t allerted anyone else of their suspicions. You know Han did too, it’s going to make what you have to do here a whole lot easier without an entire fleet against you.
"Well, we’re both especially skilled in repair and maintenance,” Han jutted in, “so if you could point us towards the engine room we would be happy to make sure everything is working in order while you further investigate the planet.”
It was a risky move, and the general eyed you suspiciously.
“The both of us were able to repair a damaged TIE fighter engine with nothing but the materials we were able to trade for on Crait, if you have any issues we’d be happy to help.” You added, hoping it would convince him.
“Actually,” he conceded, “I have been concerned about the operation system in one of our navigation ports. We’ve been having quite a few rough takeoffs recently. I was going to wait until we landed to get it looked at, but since the two of you clearly possess enough skill to repair that TIE I’d rather you just take a look at it now.”
He led the two of you down a series of long, winding hallways, which you did your best to memorize if a quick escape became necessary. The room he brought you to was a small one, with about a hundred buttons you barely recognized. You may be an experienced pilot, but Empire technology was something else entirely. You just hoped the general wasn’t planning on staying, or you and Han would have to put on a pretty convincing performance.
“So,” Han coughed, “what seems to be the matter?”
“Well since you two are such experienced mechanics, shouldn't you be the ones telling me?” The general questioned suspiciously.
“Of course, Sir,” You turned, praying to god that you could make some sense of this mess in time to keep your cover. “It looks like-”
A loud thud echoed behind you and you whipped around to see Han standing over the unconscious general. He just shrugged, turning to replace the wrench he pried off the wall to club him with.
“Han!” You whisper-shouted, trying not to alert more people than he probably just did by being his typical, impulsive self.
“What? He replied, “He was totally on to us and It was more trouble than it's worth to try and convince him we know anything about Empire tech.”
“Right, so you decided braining him with a wrench was the next best option?”
“We don’t have time for this, Y/N. At this point we’re going to have to sabotage the reactor from the inside, which might take more effort than we anticipated.”
“And what are we supposed to do with him?” You both eyed the unconscious general, and Han shifted his gaze to a utility closet in the corner.
A few good thunks with the wrench for extra measure later, the both of you began to fold, shove, and contort the general into a crate in the navigation room closet. You had taken your helmets off, sweating uncomfortably with the effort it took to lift the fairly bulky man across the room. You wiped your forehead, staring at the now properly concealed general, and shot a concerned glance at Han,
“How long do you think it’ll take before they notice he’s gone?”
“I think we’ve got some time,” He said, reaching for his helmet.
It was at that moment that the doorknob began to jiggle, and in a blur of movement Han had you up against the wall with his lips on yours. It didn’t even register at first, shock and adrenaline coursing through your veins hard enough to freeze you completely.You weren’t exactly sure what the rules were in The Galactic Empire about soldiers kissing, but you had a feeling the punishment for being caught would be less severe than killing a high ranking general. Plus, this was probably the easiest way to hide both of your helmetless faces, yours may not be recognizable, but his certainly is. It took a second before you began to kiss him back, but by the time you let yourself reciprocate, you heard the door click shut and Han pulled away. You kicked yourself and your neurotic brain for running through all of the possible plans of action before you even got the chance to soak it in. You’d dreamed of this so many times, and in so many ways, and the one time it’ll probably ever happen you let it get away from you. As you looked back up at Han, he was stuck with the same searching look you couldn’t wipe off your face. You stared back at him for a second, trying to gauge his reaction.
Han butted in, cutting right through your thoughts. “Maybe we should do that again. You know, just in case they come back.” He said, dazed.
“Yeah…” You muttered, “Yeah that might be best.”
His lips crashed back into yours, and you kissed him with a renewed sense of purpose. Han kissed with a passion you had never felt before. With everyone else it had been awkward and fumbling, but the two of you seemed to fit together so naturally. You took a metal note of every part of him, from the rough feeling of his lips to the bold flick of his tongue. You tried to memorize everything you loved about this, because you knew it was never going to happen again. You’re sure you were going to torture yourself with this moment forever, so you might as well remember it as clearly as possible. The way his hands grazed your waist, not grabbing, but just hovering above your hips with a feather-like touch as if he was afraid you were going to burn him. How his adams apple bobbed when you kissed his neck, swallowing hard out of desperation. The way his hands felt in your hair, not tugging, but carding through it with a sort of reverence. He pulled away too soon, tearing you out of your blissful analysis of his body and back into the present tense.
“We can’t keep doing that,” He said, panting.
“Yeah, I think we’re in the clear and we need to find the reactor” You replied, trying your best to hide how it stung and moving towards your helmet.
“No.” Han put both his hands on your shoulder, holding you in place, “No, we can’t keep doing that because if we do I will want to do it again.”
“What?” You paused, shocked.
“You know what I mean, Y/N, don’t make me say it out loud.”
You stared back at him blankly, truly at a loss for words.
“Jesus Y/N, Do I have to spell it out for you? I’m in love with you!”
“What?” Seemed to be the only word your brain could muster in this moment. You felt as though your whole world view was crashing around you, as though the very ground beneath you was shaking… On second thought, the ground might actually be shaking, because judging by Hans face you weren't the only one feeling the rumbling beneath you.
“We’ll deal with this later.” He shot you a look before grabbing his helmet and running out the door, following quickly after to discover what was the matter.
It became clear as you walked that the ship was preparing for takeoff, but you weren’t sure why. Your nerves were on fire, and you know you’ve wasted too much time to get it wrong now.
“That general sure wasn’t kidding when he said their takeoffs were rough. We need to get to the reactor before they can get the ship up and running or we’re screwed.” Han said, eyeing you nervously.
“Do you think if we go back to the landing bay we can tell them we have orders to go back to Crait and investigate some of the suspicious activity we saw on-world? If we take a nicer ship than the TIE we came in we won't have to worry about the blasters not being strong enough to take down the ship.” You replied, already in go-mode.
“Sounds like a great plan,” Han said, voice dripping with sarcasm, “except how the hell are we supposed to find our way back to the landing bay with no map of the ship?”
“Just trust me.” You said, grabbing his arm and leading him down the hall. Your freakish memory is good for more than memorizing Hans lips, and you were able to bring the two of you back exactly the way you came. You strode up to the nearest pilot you could find, and with the confidence of somebody who has no other choice, demands he give the two of you access to an ST-70 Assault Ship.
“For what purpose?” He responds, taken aback by your assertiveness.
“We are the two soldiers who we’re just recovered from Crait, and were ordered back down there to investigate suspicious activity on the planet. We don’t have time for this, just give us the vessel.” Han repeated what you had planned to the pilot, striding towards the ST-70.
“I haven’t been told of such an order, the two of you are going to need to wait until I receive the command from higher up to authorize use of this vessel.” The pilot replies sharply.
“We’ve already been held up by engine maintenance,” You added, not exactly sure where this was going but hoping you found something convincing to say in the midst of your rambling, “and spent much of that time relaying to a general on this ship the reason for our brief disappearance. We are part of a high clearance mission to uncover rebel activity on the planet Crait, and are close to infiltrating one of the largest branches of their military. We came here to dismiss your vessel, as we were worried your presence would alert the Rebel Alliance of our presence on the planet.”
Han joined in, stepping up to the unarmed pilot with his intimidating stature.
“If you don’t hand over this vessel, the failure of a months-long plan to eliminate one of the largest branches of the Rebel Alliance will be on your head. Whatever you think we might do with this ship that is ‘unauthorized’ cannot possibly have consequences as dire for you as that will.” Han rolled his shoulders back, taking one more menacing step forward.
The pilot stepped aside, granting you and Han access to the ST-70. If the two of you make it out of here, you would have to be permanently assigned as partners for missions like these. You have never felt more invigorated or on your game than when you were with Han, the idea of the word ‘partners in crime’ finally settling in your skin. You weren’t out of the woods yet though, and as Han began to start the ships engines, a very rumpled looking general marched into the landing bay.
“Shit!” You exclaimed. “Go, Han, Go, go, go go GO!”
“I hear you Y/N!” Han shouted back, kicking the ship into overdrive and jolting you violently into space.
You got a few feet out from the ship before three TIE fighters started tailing you, and Han took a sharp left before nose-diving under the belly of the ship. You whipped around to the laser cannons, doing you best to aim as Han whipped the ship around to try and find the main engine. Just as you took one TIE out, two more appeared.
“Do you have eyes on the engine Han?” You shouted, limbs tingling as you shot down two more TIE fighters.
“Got it!” He yelled back, and you swiveled to face the ship's surface as he flew at top speed towards the engine.
You began to count down, preparing Han to nose dive the second you blasted this thing out of the sky.
“Three… two.. One!” You fired directly at the engine, and your stomach did somersaults as Han dodged the blast.
“Yes!” He screamed, and you laughed with manic joy as you felt relief wash over you.
The TIE fighters following you weren’t prepared to dodge the blast, and the two of you watched joyfully as they went down with the ship. You barreled towards Crait, with more than just a successful mission to show for it. The two of you had just destroyed a high ranking Empire ship, and come back with an ST-70 Razor Crest M-11 ship as your bounty. Han landed the ship and ripped off his helmet, smiling from ear to ear. The excitement was electric, making its way through every limb and out your fingers to charge the atmosphere around you. You turned to Han and before you knew it you were crashing your lips into his, desperate for an outlet. He kissed you back with double the vigor of the last time, and seemed to be determined to explore every inch of you. Your mouth, your waist, your hair, your thighs, he groped and fumbled at all of you as you pushed back with just as much energy. Kissing Han felt like, for lack of better word, winning. Winning your first race as a newly vetted pilot, winning a mission against the empire, winning the man you thought wanted nothing to do with you and you thought you wanted nothing to do with. You laughed into the kiss as he bit your lip, giddy with an amount of energy you didn’t know how to control.
“What?” He said, sporting that smug grin you always wanted to slap off of his face.
“Nothing,” you replied, deciding firmly that kissing it off was the better option. “I’ve just been so in love with you forever and can’t believe this is happening.”
FIN.
This is Echo, a member of the 501st Fleet of the Grand Navy of the Republic until an enemy canon round blew off both his legs and he was captured by the Separatists. He was tortured losing his arm in the process and left in the dungeon (or something) for quite some time before being recovered by The Bad Batch— a small crew with a small quick ship— and choosing to join them.
Echo never quite fully recovered from the incident, he’s still a slight bit pale and he lost his hair during that time (it's only starting to grow back). Even after joining the Bad Batch he still wears his old 501st jacket, not for any official reasons, he just likes it. He can also hide meilooruns, knives, guns, and jugs of water in it with observers being none the wiser(he’s got as much hammer-space as Carmen SanDiego).
Tech is the only one on the crew to go to a fancy school and get a diploma in Engineering. So he whips up some metal legs for Echo so he can walk again. This works until they realize the metal feet are scuffing up the deck, hence immediately picking up the cheapest boots possible from the closest harbor—they don't fit well, but hey, he doesn't have real feet anyway.
Tech also makes him some interchangeable attachments for his hook, which include but are not limited to fork, knife, spoon, hammer, and club(for clubbing things).
This is my interpretation and I will be adding more in the future :)
I keep thinking about an au…Phee is a pirate captain….Tech is some sort of renegade sailor maybe haven’t decided yet….it won’t leave my brain help
Writers Club?
Is there any sort of Star Wars Fanfic writers' club on Discord or something where you can discuss ideas and talk about your latest fanfics? Or would anyone consider making one, I'm writing a fic and I want other writers' opinions, I don't know who to ask about this
Wow, Nice analysis, I'd also like to point out, that if the Marauder represents Tech, then Hunter lingers longer inside than Wrecker to meet Omega when they meet again. Maybe that he’s more willing to let go of Tech to see Omega again while Hunter is still kinda stuck in his head, leaving Tech’s goggles on a pedestal as a reminder of his failure to protect his family.
Ay that's painful.
I love the attention to detail. Two islands of light. Crosshair on one, the others on the other. They perfectly displayed the huge gap that was created in the first season by Cross. Now he needs to regain the trust of his brothers after almost a year of living apart. From now on, the arc of Crosshair's correction begins in the eyes of the rest of the squad, his rehabilitation begins now and it is not known how soon he will be able to become a full-fledged part of this family again. When they trust him again and accept him as their own.
Omega will most likely help him with this. She was generally a ray of light, a supportive sister who you want to protect. She's the only one who believed in Cross, who trusts him even after all this time. Now that her brother has stopped listening to his demons and has begun his redemption, she must help him become Clone 99 again.
I sincerely hope that his story will not end with his death, otherwise we have already lost one.
even as a shadow, even as a dream
The tomb preserved everything perfectly.
Her image was preserved for all eternity in the stained glass. It felt almost larger than life, with her regnal portrait transferred to the stained glass. Her brown tresses framed her face sharply, and her cold eyes carried grace and class in a way that even her best speeches never truly brought on. The immaculate image she sought to cultivate every time that he saw her get ready for in the Senate was perfect. An icon for the ages.
She stares at him in final judgment; the tone, the serenity, it all carried him back to another woman, with green locks and pale skin, who stood for light and paid the price for her folly. In another life, when his deepest nightmares merely encroached on his reality rather than merge with it, he imagined himself in black with pale skin, holding the weapon shakily as everything bled and suffered to its death. He’d sit the ashes he’d made, hovering over a body, weapon impaling as his bloody hands wrapped around the handle as the Force screamed what did you do.
My nightmares were always my reality, only I was too weak to see it. I could only hide, and when running was impossible, I crumbled and burned everything else for a chance to escape only to fall into the fire I set ablaze.
Vader stalks through the mausoleum, footsteps dull and angry despite the hesitance in their master. The doors whistled quietly as they shut, the small thud echoing through the chamber until it became a deafening roar. His cape swished ominously, frighteningly cheery and disturbing large swaths of air. Everything about his presence in the tomb was foul, unnatural and inhumane, yet he felt drawn to it.
When he finally gained the arrogance to reenter Naboo and attend her mausoleum, he stopped in front of the carved doors for two minutes. His background swirled in that Force-damned red tinge, his limbs weighed him until it felt like agony to simply remain upright, and his breathing so loud it almost managed to drown out the last words of a strangled woman.
I love you…..Anakin..
Her coffin had her image carved into it, and for a moment he reaches out, to tenderly stroke her face, and he withdraws. He is a monster, she is dead. He will forever hate himself to death, and deny himself the release of impalement, for he would never deserve it. She would remain dead, the galaxy would spin on its uncaring rotation, oblivious to the rage he wreaked upon it. He loved her, oh how he loved her, but that love could not keep her. He'd love her as misery loved him, and even misery's tight fingers felt like a loose grip as he remembered choking the life from her. He once may have proclaimed his desire to move the stars for her joy, to warp reality to her whims, to burn her enemies, smiling at their agonizing screams and to wretch the eyes from her enemies and string them like pearls, but that life was over. None of that weak man, of the lakes of Varykino, of an office corner in Coruscant, of a wine bottle on a speeder exists.
He settles for kneeling, and almost scoffs at the delusions he enjoys laboring under. For all of his denials, hatred and numb terror, he is powerless at her hands. Death, for all of its unstoppable malice and vitriol, could not crush his weakness.
The whiteness of everything, the morning star’s light filtering through the stained glass, the marble arches and walkways, her coffin, the last image of her that he would ever see, repelled him. The purity, the kindness, the goodness, it all fell into a mockery of sorts. Everything that she dedicated herself towards, he proved himself to be the antithesis of. Her Republic was overthrown, fallen with him to create his Empire. Her belief in the goodness of the Jedi? Lost to the cold sweeps of times, which would wash the Jedi’s deeds away until they were nothing more than an ancient memory.
The cold marble seemed to freeze into his joints, almost as a warning. Leave, do not return. Poison this place no longer, demon.
And when Darth Vader turned to leave, he could feel arms around him. He wasn’t sure whether they were holding him in place or dragging him out: kicking, punching, screaming leave leave before he infected her forever.
batrachian days
The floor smelled musty, and the rug was rough against Luke’s nose, but he didn’t care. His day had been awful. Some days, you just needed to collapse onto the floor. Like a day where, say, you had brought frogs to school in a jar to show the class excitedly, only for them all to get lose, cause chaos, make the teacher comm your aunt and uncle, get a scolding about being eight and being too old for this, and then being brought home and dishonorably discharged into your room. At the thought, Luke’s arm slid from his stomach and dropped onto the floor dramatically.
“Luke,” Leia chirped above him, “Don’t be sad.”
“I’m not sad,” Luke sighed, rolling over onto his belly to find his sister standing above him. Not sad, just done. He thought he’d been prepared for anything, had even dressed for the momentous occasion.
Gazing out the window, he said somberly, “You know, Leia, some days even my lucky spaceship underpants don’t help.”
Leia nodded sagely. It had been a day. And the day wasn’t over yet. Uncle Owen had yet to get back from the fields, and when he did…
“Don’t forget you also have to give him your grade card,” Leia flopped onto the bed. Thoughtfully, she mused, “Maybe we can hide it.”
Luke shuddered on the floor. Leia aced all their classes. Luke did not. Luke tried, he really did. But piloting and droids were a million times more interesting than the Hutts’ family tree. He guessed he could spend more time studying instead of running off to play pilot, but Leia also ran off to play and still breezed to top student every time. Luke groaned. Of course he had to be stuck with a genius sister. Leia was better than him at everything. Luckily, Leia was an ally. Unluckily, even Leia couldn’t outsmart Aunt Beru. Aunt Beru always knew.
He sighed again, mournfully. It was hard being eight and having the weight of the world on your shoulders. Frogs, grades, chores – Luke couldn’t imagine ever having bigger problems. Well…he’d forgotten to add bullies to that list. He scowled. After the frogs had finally all been safe behind jars, Snera had called him Wormie again. The last time, Leia had marched up and punched Snera in the face, but that had led to a quiet discussion with Aunt Beru about ‘propriate responses and being the bigger person. Aunt Beru had said to use words first, but Luke knew that Leia privately thought that some people just needed a good smack. Still, she’d promised Aunt Beru to try. Which meant ignoring Snera, even as he’d taunted Luke.
“Snera sucks.” Leia stretched a rubber band and snapped it across the room viciously. “You shouldn’t let it bother you.” She grabbed another rubber band airily, but Luke could tell she was worried about him. “He’s dumb.”
“Do you remember how much he cried when you yelled at him?” Luke reflected fondly. That had been a good day. Although Leia had nearly gotten suspended. But the twins had agreed in their debriefing later that it had been completely worth it.
Leia scoffed. “Like it was hard.” Luke scrunched his forehead; Leia always found the right words, almost too easily. Aunt Beru didn’t like it when she did that, though
Their conversation was interrupted by a thump at their door, with a gruff voice announcing, “Kids, wash up for dinner. Bring your grade cards.”
Luke met Leia’s eyes, trying not to gulp. He was toast. Uncle Owen sounded like he had had a long day too, probably cause of the hour-long meeting with the teacher the twins hadn’t been allowed in, although they had listened at the door (with no luck; they’d only caught stray words like final warning, whatever that meant). Luke’s card definitely wasn’t going to cheer Uncle Owen up. Their teacher might as well have scrawled a giant red frowny face instead of the grades.
“We have to hide it,” Leia decided instantly.
“Then what do we say?” Luke hissed from the floor. “We just forgot it at school?”
“No, it blew away accidentally when we walked home,” Leia shot back with the I can’t believe I got a brother this stupid voice that Luke hated. “We’ll have to ask Miss Krandila for a new one. Maybe the test tomorrow will up your grade.”
Luke raised his head in shock. “We have a test tomorrow?!”
“Luke—”
Before Leia could finish, another thump at the door sounded.
“Dinner time!” Uncle Owen’s voice said that they had better not be late.
Feeling like he was being led to the executioner, Luke squared his shoulders and followed Leia out the door. Aunt Beru was at the table, setting down dishes with a gentle clack as Uncle Owen fell into his seat, looking exhausted. Luke’s eyes narrowed. Uncle Owen seemed worn out, even more than usual. Leia poked him in the side. So she’d noticed too.
“Come, sit,” Aunt Beru smiled. “We have a lot to talk about.”
Uncle Owen shoveled food onto his plate. “Yes. We do.” Frowning over the edge of his plate, he said, “Had to talk to your teacher today. She said you two keep getting into trouble.”
Luke stared at his meal and muttered, “It wasn’t my fault.” Not this time, anyway.
“That’s what I told her.”
Both Luke’s and Leia’s head shot up. Leia chanced a glance at Luke, eyes wary.
Uncle Owen continued sternly. “You should have checked the jars. But this was an accident.” With a heavy look, “I expect you to check in the future, Luke.”
Luke nodded eagerly, misery lifting from his shoulders at the words. “I will!”
Leia didn’t smile, though. Gravely gazing at Uncle Owen, she asked, “What does final warning mean?”
Uncle Owen paused, shared a look with Aunt Beru, and said, “It doesn’t matter.”
“But—”
“It would only matter if you two were bad kids. And you aren’t.” Uncle Owen exhaled. “Too energetic for your own good, yes, but not bad.”
“Our teacher thinks we’re bad,” Leia said crisply, not breaking her gaze. It was a challenge.
“You let me worry about your teacher,” Uncle Owen responded, unruffled by Leia’s stare down. “You two just do your best to behave like you promised your aunt.” Face growing harsh, “Are we clear?”
“Yessir!” The twins chirped in unison. Luke prodded Leia under the table. You okay? Leia kicked him back. Yeah, idiot.
“Time to see your grades.”
Luke slumped. Oh, great.
After a beat of silence, Leia spoke with firm assurance. “Luke lost his card. We’ll have to show you tomorrow.” She looked up at Uncle Owen angelically over her blue milk. Luke watched, fascinated. Leia could be scarily good at whatever she set her mind to.
Uncle Owen’s shaggy eyebrows shot up. His mouth tightened, and Luke braced himself, but then Aunt Beru spoke merrily.
“You know, I don’t think this is a good time for sharing grade cards anyway. It’s been a long day. Don’t you agree, Owen?”
Uncle Owen looked up and met Aunt Beru’s gaze while the twins watched in fascination. Aunt Beru’s eyes were dancing, and Uncle Beru inhaled, opened his mouth sternly, and then suddenly exhaled with all the fight slumping out of him at once.
“Your aunt is right.” With a hard look, “Tomorrow.”
Luke wanted to sigh in relief. Saved. Aunt Beru always came through. Leia kicked him again under the table gleefully then scraped her chair back with determination.
“We have a test tomorrow we have to study for.” She glanced at Luke, unimpressed. “Especially Luke.”
Humph. Luke guessed he deserved the callout, but also—
“Luke, are you coming?” Leia was already in the doorway, looking over her shoulder impatiently. “We have a lot to do.”
“Yeah,” Luke responded, muttering an excuse me and scampering over to join her. Even as the mournful prospect of studying all evening rose before, he found himself smiling as he heard his aunt and uncle clear the table behind him, talking in low tones.
Things were looking up. Contrary frogs, tests, and bullies might exist, but Luke had a sister, aunt, and uncle to help him face them all. He was basically unstoppable. Especially with Leia. Luke had yet to meet the person to outstubborn her. She’d probably rule the galaxy one day. Besides, even though he had a test, tomorrow was hot chocolate day at lunch. Tomorrow they might learn about frogs again too. Luke liked frogs.
He grinned at the thought as he joined Leia and skipped after her down the hall. Maybe life wasn’t so bad after all.
Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The High Republic: Light of the Jedi - Charles Soule, Star Wars: The High Republic: The Rising Storm - Cavan Scott Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Loden Greatstorm, Gardulla the Hutt, Stellan Gios Additional Tags: Alternate Timelines, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, Eventual Fluff, Work In Progress Summary:
What if Anakin Skywalker was born 200+ years earlier in the timeline? What if he was raised in the Jedi Order of the High Republic? What if he was able to get the help he needed to save himself from the Dark Side?
And what would be the consequences?
I just read this and now all I can think is how much better it would be.
The author deserves more kudos.❤
Chapters: 12/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Jango Fett/Anakin Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, CT-7567 | Rex & Anakin Skywalker Characters: Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader, Jango Fett, Ahsoka Tano, Obi-Wan Kenobi, CT-7567 | Rex, Jedi Character(s), Clone Troopers (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Time Travel, Fix-It, Time Travel Fix-It, Human Disaster Anakin Skywalker, Past Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker, Psychological Trauma, Smut, Heavy Angst, Attempt at Humor, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Memories, Canon-Typical Violence, Master & Padawan Relationship(s), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Happy Ending, Minor Original Character(s), Moral Dilemmas Summary:
After his death and joining with the Force, Anakin wakes up some twenty years in the past, a year before the start of the war, with all his memories intact. Determined to make amends and not let things go as badly, he decides to change his own destiny and counter Sidious’ plans... But he’s still Anakin Skywalker, Master of Bad Decisions, and fate seems to want to laugh at him.
I LOVE this fanfic!
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars Original Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sheev Palpatine & Anakin Skywalker Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious Additional Tags: Whump, Whumptober 2022, Hurt Anakin Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker Needs a Hug, Anakin Skywalker Doesn't Turn to the Dark Side, Padmé Amidala and Anakin Skywalker Raise Leia Organa and Luke Skywalker, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious Being an Asshole, Rebel Anakin Skywalker, Human Lightning Rod Anakin Skywalker, Torture, BAMF Anakin Skywalker, Aftermath of Torture, Emperor Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Master Anakin Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker Whump Series: Part 29 of Whumptober 2022 Summary:
Emperor Palpatine attempts to convince Anakin to become Darth Vader via forceful persuasion, aka Force lightning.
This is SO good, I recommend everybody to read this.
Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano, Qui-Gon Jinn & Anakin Skywalker Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, Qui-Gon Jinn Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Worldbuilding, Original Character(s), Original Sith Character(s) - Freeform, Eldritch Anakin Skywalker, Yoda's Disaster Lineage (Star Wars), Jedi Can Form Attachments (Star Wars), The Force Ships It (Star Wars), Sith Obi-Wan Kenobi, Slow Burn Summary:
Anakin just wanted to find the Sith artifact, return to his ship and crawl into his nest to help his padawan with her homework while watching Holocomedies. Getting saved and abducted by strange new Sith was not part of the plan. Then again when has anything ever gone according to plan in his Lineage? What do you mean Force Marriage?
I love this fic, it's like sleep medication for me. It makes me feel so cozy. I know it's active Obikin, with what some people have problems with, but the authors writing is so GOOD. Also Eldritch Anakin.
Blissful morning - Ben Solo x Reader
His beauty never failed to astound you.
The morning light crept through your window and you slowly opened your eyes, sighing contently. For the first time in weeks you felt well rested, all thanks to him.
He was here. He was home. He was safe.
He had been gone for a month this time, one of his longest trips yet. A resistance mission to the outer rim to rescue young slave children, some possibly even force sensitive. It was an overwhelming success for the dwindling Jedi population.
You understood why he often had to leave. Gifts like his could not possibly be wasted, especially when focused on helping others.
Though he would never admit it, you knew in your heart he felt as if he could never right all the wrongs he had committed in the past. He knew that no matter what goodness he fought for, who he rescued, or what sacrifices he made, it would never be enough to redeem him. Yet, he persisted. He would never, ever fall back into his old ways. His darkest days were behind him, and he worked with every piece of his soul for the triumph of goodness in the dark world surrounding you.
He never imagined that dedicating his life to the resistance and fighting for the good of others would lead him straight to you, and you certainly never imagined falling for someone with a past like his. But his still-healing heart was one of gold, and you knew it.
Ever so slowly, as not to disturb his fragile sleep, you rolled onto your side to face him.
Your teammate. Your best friend. Your person.
You had been together for a short while now, yet you still couldn’t help but admire him as he slept. His dark hair partially covered his eyes as his chest slowly rose and fell. Minor cuts and bruises now joined the familiar scars littering his hands and arms. In this state he looked so relaxed, vulnerable, fragile even. Every fiber of his being seemed to be completely at peace. He never let anyone see this side of him when he was awake. Not even you. Not even for a single second.
That peace had been especially sparse lately. Though he felt further and further from the sith with every passing day, there were still periods when his demons took hold of him for days at a time. He would lay in bed blankly staring at the wall, sometimes attempting to meditate to keep the nightmares at bay, too afraid to move for fear he would hurt someone. He wouldn’t let you hold him or talk to him. No solution, no help, no amount of trying to get through to him, nothing could break him out.
You knew it had nothing to do with you and everything to do with his own growing and healing, but not being able to hold him through his hardest times took a toll on you. You could sense the loneliness and desperation in his bouts of darkness, but knew he didn’t trust himself to stay in control in those moments. If he ever hurt you in any way, he would never forgive himself. He would let you in on his own time, and you would be there waiting until he was ready.
He was still learning to truly trust again.
So, you settled for admiring from afar, for now. At least until you could fully convince him you were a source of healing, a safe place, that you were in this for the long haul.
And oh, you were. Lord knows, you were.
Today the demons, nightmares, and demands of the world seemed to be far away. He was all yours again, sleeping peacefully. His breathing was deep and even, face relaxed, vulnerable as ever, and in that moment you truly believed there was no way you could love him more.
You took hold of his hand and brought it up to your lips to kiss the new scratches on his knuckles. His eyelids fluttered open, revealing the gorgeous brown you had achingly missed for a month, and you could feel your heart jump just as it did the very first moment you locked eyes.
Your heart sank ever so slightly. Now that he was awake he would surely retreat back into his head, losing the state of peace you so loved to see him in. You figured he would give you a small smile and quickly turn his back to you not out of malice, but out of self-protection.
But, for once, you were wrong.
He did smile, that much you predicted, and oh how you had missed that smile. The way his face scrunched as his lips curved up. However, instead of turning his back to you, he took his hand from yours and ran it along your face, slowly caressing your cheek, seemingly trying to memorize the moment and the many freckles on your skin.
You could still feel the peace and tranquility radiating from him, and you were elated. He was choosing to trust you in this moment, to let you in and allow himself to simply breathe and feel.
His big, beautiful eyes shone in the morning sun, and you couldn’t help but smile back.
He placed a strong hand on your back and pulled you close. He pressed a light but lingering kiss on your forehead as you nuzzled into his thin shirt. You closed your eyes again, holding him tight and savoring the moment, knowing it was fleeting and the demons were bound to eventually return.
“I missed you.” He whispered into your hair.
You smiled into his strong chest. Demons be damned. In this moment, this man was yours, and you were undoubtedly his.
“Welcome home, Ben.”
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A/N: Hi! I'm new here. I've never put any of my writing out into the world like this before. Feel free to roast me, I would embrace it! Questions? Comments? Concerns? Please leave them here or on AO3! (wave0fg00dvibes)
Thank you for reading!
I need fanfiction about Obi-Wan Kenobi, who has two padawans, Y/N and Anakin who both have tendency to cause chaos, get in trouble or run away to do something very idiotic, the second Obi turns his back to them. Which every time leads to Obi reprimanding both of them after stopping and/or saving them or the others from them. Obi is like this tired single parent looking after two crackhead of a kids. Also Padme should be included, maybe like I put in the tags.
Could someone please write this?
Feel free to reblog and if someone knows who writes for this fandom or this type of stories, tell me.
Hidden treasure || Part I
Words: 3333
Warnings: language, cursing
SUMMARY: You are General Hux sister. After another failure, you've been sent back to Hux. He's pretty annoyed by the fact he has to take care of you. No one but Hux knows, that you have some special abilities. One day you accidentally meet commander Kylo Ren. Will this meeting change everything?
Author: Cass & Rouge
Hux growled deeply on his way to the hangar. He was expecting an 'important delivery' that he didn't want to ever get.
"Little spoiled, brat... They could kick her out of the ship one day. What I did to deserve someone like her in my family?" Reddish man muttered to himself.
Hux entered the hangar and waited, stamping his food angrily. "I will kill her when she will get here." He growled looking around.
Fitted black leather pants were hugging your legs nicely as you were getting out of the cruiser which had brought you here. Upper part of your uniform was a black jacket with a brassard on left sleeve, the logo of First Order could be easily seen.
As you stepped out of the small ship, you looked around and almost immediately your sight fell on him. Your older brother, General Hux.
You crossed arms behind your back and walked to him jauntily.
Hux looked at you with a frown as you walked to him closer.
"Take this jacket off." He said pulling it off of your arms. "You are not a part of First Order, and you will never be. How did you even get this?"
He took you out of the hanger. Reddish man was walking with you for a moment, but suddenly stopped in the half of a long corridor.
"Care to explain to me, how the fuck they could kick you out of the Academy, huh?! Who the hell you think you are?!" Hux yelled at you.
"Let. Me. Go." You growled jerking arm out of Hux's grasp. "I found it on the cruiser, chill out!"
Stretching your fingers you yawned a bit.
"Let's say I've made a mistake. And they said I cannot stay there. And I need more.. How to say it? That I need to get more attention to avoid any nuisances." You explained shrugging.
"Y/N, you are 24 years old, and they already kicked you out from SIX academies!" He growled and moved hand through his hair. "I can't believe we are even related... I am a general... When you even can't finish your education."
Hux thought for a moment.
"Listen to me, you little brat. One mistake... Only one. And I will personally launch you out in one of the escape pods, and I don't care what will happen with you, am I making myself clear?"
His eyes were cold like a steel, and you literally shivered under Hux's glance.
"Yes, Herr General." You curtsied theatrically. "So. What now? Because I don't think you'll want to play a happy family, huh?" You walked closer to him and stroked over his cheek. "You're so much like our father. So confident and fierce. He would be proud. At least of you."
Hux closed his eyes and sighed at your touch.
"Yes, and he would be completely disappointed with you. Someone needs to be the mature one. Maybe it's time for you to grow up too, sister."
He sighed sadly and ruffled Y/H/C hair. "And you look just like our mother. Regarding your question... I don't have time to play a happy family, Y/N." Hux took your hand. "I will show you your chamber."
You gave his palm a squeeze while walking by his side.
"Well. As I see you work in a fucking huge base."
You whistled when you were passing huge cargo chamber.
"What I will be doing here?"
"Nothing. You will be living here avoiding problems. My chamber is right next to yours, in case if my little sister will have a nightmare during the night." Hux smiled at you. "Now, excuse me, dear sister, I need to get back to work. For once be a good girl and stay out of troubles." He kissed your forehead before walking away.
"Armitage!" You said aloud, then you ran to him, and hugged to him tightly.
You were staying like this for few seconds.
"Sorry that I'm letting you down constantly."
Hux flinched at the sound of his name, he sighed deeply and hugged you back tightly. "It's okay... I am used to this... but maybe gather yourself up and do something with yourself and your behavior, you little brat." He said rubbing your back. "Now go and rest."
You nodded and came back to your chamber. Since you didn't have any packages, you simply flopped on the narrow bed slipping hand under head.
You sighed thinking about few past weeks and about your older brother. You knew deep inside he loved you, but taking his current position he couldn't let himself to show too many emotions.
You even didn't realize when sleep embraced you.
At morning Hux left a little note in your room. ‘You will find me in canteen, sleepy head.’
He was sitting there waiting for you and chatting with two stormtroopers.
"Oh... you finally decided to arrive, sister." Hux said with annoyed tone.
"Shit. Shit. Shit."
You were mumbling under your breath as you were running to the canteen.
You already felt in your bones that your brother will be mad. But what was he expecting? That you will be getting up at dawn to just fool around?
You approached Armitage taking seat next to him.
"Sorry..."
Armitage let out a loud sigh and shook his head.
"I thought you will finally change... But what can I expect from you? You always were a black sheep of our family." Hux rolled his eyes sipping on his coffee. "At last eat something and really gather yourself up, finally."
You didn't say a word, just reached for a bread and honey.
"Do you really have to treat me that way? All the time?" You looked at him with a corner of your eye biting on your food.
"I just treat you the way you deserved, Y/N. Look at yourself, what are you doing with your life?" He looked at with frown. "You are only few years younger than me. Look at my position and look at yours." Hux explained, taking sip o his coffee.
You stopped chewing. Thinking for a while, you were glaring at him. You swallowed and drank your coffee.
"You're forgetting that I am not you, Armitage." This time you dared to raise your voice. "I am not perfect. And you good know how difficult it is for a woman or person of color to join First Order. Oh! I forgot! The white boy had privileges since very beginning, huh?! If Snoke would be wiser, he would never give you this position. Just look at you! Who do you think you are?!" You got up hitting the table with fist. “I am not your fucking drudge!" Your words hung in the air while everyone was looking at two of you.
Without any more things to say you turned around and left canteen, not even looking around at your brother.
Hux watched you with anger and disbelief in his eyes. He didn't say a word when you left, he only looked at others. "What are you all staring at?! Get back to your stuff!" Man yelled and looked away before muttering to himself. "What a drama queen..."
Anger was raging in your soul and you weren't paying attention to your direction.
It was a second. You saw a tall dark figure in front of you, and next thing was a strong collision. Shortly after you were on the floor with a pain in your lower back.
"Watch out next time, man!" You yelled.
Black haired man looked down at you.
"You could show some respect, do you realize to whom are you talking to?" He asked and watched you for a bit.
Man didn't recognize you as Hux's sister.
"Who are you? You are not a part of my crew." His voice was deep and dangerous.
You were about to snap something, but it was when you realized who was standing in front of you. It was no one else but Kylo Ren, the commander of the First Order.
You've heard a lot about him. In the Academy, all girls were fangirling about him while men were setting him as a role model.
Sudden blush crept onto your cheeks. Didn't know what to do nor say, you swallowed hardly.
"I am sorry, Sir... I am new here.. They had sent me from Academy for trainings..."
You bit inside of your cheek. The lie wasn't huge, but still, it felt awful to be lying to him. However, at the moment you didn't have any other things use as an emanation.
Brunette grabbed your hand tightly and helped you got up pulled you closer, watching you.
"I didn't hear anything about someone from Academy... but... Let's say I believe you. Listen to me now... You are on my ship, so better behave and show me a respect... Or you won't return to Academy in one piece and it's not a warning." He growled and then let go of your arm.
Kylo gave you last cold gaze, then walked away.
Heart was beating in unbearable pace and you knees became weak. You leant back against the wall to support youself from falling.
"Oh my... Girls won't believe me..." You whispered under your breath.
Shaking all over your body, you came back to you chamber.
After few hours Hux bursted into your chamber. "You are dead. You ou are so dead, Y/N. Kylo is looking for a 'girl from Academy.' How could you told HIM that Academy sent you HERE?!" He asked raising his voice. "He gave order to find you... And you have to go to him. NOW!"
Truth was that your brother pulled you out of thoughtfulness, and you weren't happy.
"Yes. Sure. I'll go to him, but I get to put on my uniform. Could you be so kind and let me change my clothes?" You got up from bed and came to your brother pushing him out of your chamber.
Hux grabbed your hands tightly and pulled you closer. "Listen to me now, you stubborn bitch. You won't join First Order and you have no uniform, so better move your lazy ass to him now or I will forget that we are even related to me and I will bring him your head. As a proof that you were a spy and that you are dead."
His eyes were full of anger but they reminded cold, Hux pushed you out of your chamber.
You couldn't help. You slapped him straight in the cheek.
"Fuck off."
Improving your hair you went ahead, not even knowing where were you going.
Hux just watched you with his eyes wide open. "Guards! This girls is here!" He yelled and walked away.
Two man walked to you and grabbed your arms. "You will come with us. Someone want to see you." One of them said and they started to drag you into direction of Kylo's chamber.
You were expecting his chamber to be huge but definitely not that big.
As soon as you stepped in, the tensed atmosphere embraced you, so your heart pounded harder. You politely gave a sign to guards that you will be okay, so they left you.
You stopped in front of desk. The leather chair was turned with its back to you.
Kylo turned around on chair to face you. His voice was emotionless. "From Academy for trainings?" He asked with his deep voice. "I knew that something's wrong with you..." He said softly and got up from his chair, Kylo started to circle around you. "So... care to tell me who you are? Without laying this time. I don't like strangers here." Brunette explayned taking his lightsaber into hand.
You couldn't help and let out a quiet whimper seeing how he was holding his weapon in hand. The glove on his palm was black like rest of his outfit. Feeling his gaze on you made a cold shiver to rum along your spine.
"My name's Y/N. And.. Yes.. I am from Academy.. They kicked me out, Sir.. I didn't have a place to go.."
Kylo smiled softly, squeezing weapon in his hand. His glove started to crack.
"What just prove that you were laying... They didn't send you here."
He walked to you from behind. "So... How did you get here? This is not some random spaceship." Kylo said right into your ear.
You shivered but tried to stay calm.
"I've.. I took their cruiser, Sir. When no one was watching..."
Feelinh his warm breath on your nape, you closed eyes. You were afraid that he will use his lightsaber to kill you. "Forgive me, Master Ren."
Kylo laughed quietly.
"I am not your Master... And you are still laying... I've read your documents... Someone as weak as you couldn't get here by herself."
He pressed weapon to your lower back. "You know that good girls don't lie?"
You gave a nod.
"Yes.. I know someone here.. I had contact this person and asked for guidelines.. Please, Master.. I can be useful."
You dared to turn your head around. Seeing him that close was like a bliss. You felt a blush which was forming on your cheeks.
Kylo looked into your eyes. He was showing no emotions. "You? Useful? I wonder how."
Brunet slowly moved away and walked back to his desk only to look at you.
"I learn fast. I know some... People. I.. I know coding stuff and similar... Please, give me a chance and you won't regret.."
Before you thought, you started to act.
With a bit of hesitation you walked to him stopping inches from his form. Your hand traveled to his palm clenched on the lightsaber, and you stroked over there.
Kylo watched you. "What are you doing? My one move... And you are dead, woman." He muttered. "What are you trying to achive?"
He didn't know, like everybody else, that you had some special abilities, and that was the reason they didn't throw you out of the Academy.
"I can do stuff. I can make some objects float."
You looked him deep in the eye.
Kylo frowned looking at your face.
"You? You can make some objects float? How? Prove it. Now." He ordered gently pushing you away from him.
You nodded swallowing hardly. Looking around his chamber you noticed few little metal boxes in the left corner.
You looked at them, you focused as much as you were able to.
But nothing happened.
"Shit.." You whispered looking briefly at him.
Kylo laughed and shook his head. He walked to you closer and wrapped his hand around your nape.
"Now... You will leave my chamber. Before I will decide to kill you. And start to show respect, and don't get into my way. Then maybe you will find yourself a safe place here." He growled through clenched teeth.
You trembled when he came closer to you, he was much taller than you. But when he placed his hand to your nape, things got out of control.
You felt familiar tingling in your chest, and when you closed your eyes, an invisible force pushed him away of you. All the things that were placed in the chamber have floated up. Your hair were floating too, like at the invisible blows of wind.
You opened your eyes, and second later everything what was in the air fell down on the floor.
You slowly sank on your knees gasping for air.
Kylo blinked deeply suprised. He watched you carefuly, thinking about stuff that just happened, he knew what it meant.
"Try not to die here. I need to talk with someone about you." Kylo explained before he left chamber.
It took you longer while to get up and walk to his chair. You flopped on it heavily. Your head hurt, your entire body was still trembling. It was very first time when you managed to do something as spectacular.
Armitage was back in canteen, enjoying his little coffee break. He was happy and glad until he was Kylo entering the same room.
"General Hux, I need to talk with you about this girl from Academy."
Hux froze for a moment, then nodded. "What is it? Shell I find someone who will clean mess after killing her, or shall I find the way to get her out of the ship?"
"Of course no. I wanna take her in." Kylo said camly.
Armitage choked with his coffe. He wiped his mouth and looked at Kylo with disbelief. "What are you saying? So now we are taking every stray person that will get here? What if she is a spy? She should die."
"Are you questioning my orders, Hux?! She is staying here! And it's not under any question! It's an Order!" Kylo yelled angrily narrowing his brows.
Hux shuddered and nodded, thinking about you. Apparently your weird 'talent' started to show up again. He nodded his head. "Yes sir... I understand."
"Very well. You will be the one that have to take care of her." Kylo declared before walking away.
When Ren was gone, Hux let out a loud growl and smashed his cup against the wall.
Comfy bed. What an amazing feeling to lay your head down on a pillow.
You were back in your chamber, half conscious after last event in Ren's chember.
He sent you back with an assist of two paramedics.
Now, you were only dreaming of rest, however it was impossible. You heard that husky voice on the corridor, it was no one else but your brother.
"Wake up, you little scum!" Hux yelled at you as he entered the room. "Are you proud of yourslef?! Is it really your life goal to put shame on our family with your stupid abilities?!" He took one of pillows and threw it on you.
"Stop it!" You sat on the bed rubbing your temples. "It's not my fault! He touched me and... It happened! I didn't plan to!" You screamed.
"I don't care! You should control it by now! That's why we sent you to Academy. So you will forgot about them." He walked to you closer and took your face into his cold hands. "Why can't you be normal, sister? Just like you were when we were younger? Why can't you just forget about this and start live like a normal person? Like your only brother..." He asked looking into your eyes.
"You wanna know why? Because I am not Armitage Hux. I am Y/N Hux. And my abilities are so special that you don't understand them. Admit it, you're scared of my force."
He rolled his eyes. "Oh please, Y/N. One thing that I am scared of is that my only sister will get herself killed by joining wrong place, but who cares that Armitage is worried. No one! Because all you see is your fake thoughts that I am the bad one here! I am worried about YOU... MY little sister." He said and sighed deeply, Hux slowly sat down on your bed and rubbed his chin.
You fell down on pillows. "I know. But look. I don't know what to do with all this. It's scaring me. I can't recognize myself anymore. In the Academy they told me my force is too strong to be subjugated..." You let your eyes closed. "Now we can do nothing. Master Ren wants me to stay here. I don't know what is he planning."
"He is not your master... That's firstly. Second, I don't know, too. He only ordered me to take care of you." Hux sighed sadly and looked at you. "Come here... Hug from older brother?"
You looked him in the eye. U willingly, you sat back again and hugged to him. "I am tired. Can I sleep now?" You asked being nestled to his chest.
Hux hugged you and gently stroked your hair. "Yes. Sure you can, little one. In case if something will happen, I am in my room." He kissed your forehead before he left.
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Hidden treasure || Part II
Part I
Words: 1663
Warnings: language, cursing, violence against the reader.
SUMMARY: You are General Hux sister. After another failure, you’ve been sent back to Hux. He’s pretty annoyed by the fact he has to take care of you. No one but Hux knows, that you have some special abilities. One day you accidentally meet commander Kylo Ren. Will this meeting change everything?
Author: Cass & Rouge
Kylo was sitting in his chair thinking about you. If your abilities were that strong it was such a shame that you were waisting them.
If you would agree, he would gladly took you in. You really impressed him by this accident.
Kylo spent few more hours thinking about your case until he made a permanent decision.
You woke up in the middle of night covered in cold sweat. You were gasping shivering all over your body. Not knowing what to do with yourself you went to your bathroom to wash your face. As you did, you got dressed and then left your chamber. You knew you won't be able to fall asleep again, so you thought you will lurk along the ship checking everything.
He sensed you easily. Your force was strong in you. He got up from his seat, he left his chamber. Kylo saw you on one of corridors few moments later.
He walked to you quietly, so you didn't notice his presence.
"Aren't you scared to walk like this here? Alone?" brunette asked standing few steps from you.
You almost jumped hearing his voice. You turned to face Kylo.
"I am not afraid." Your voice was firm. You pulled your jacket more on your shoulders.
He shook his head smiling a bit. "But you are still scared like a little cat. Please, come with me." Kylo said offering his arm to you.
You hesitated but finally you took his arm and followed him.
"You have a power in you. Raw. How did you learn to control this?" You asked softly
"Years of hard training." He said simply. "And you? How it's possible that you have such a strong power? How is it possible that I have never met you before?"
You stopped.
"It's.."
You didn't know what to say. You didn't want to admit Hux was your brother. Firstly, because he would kill you. Second, you haven't ever felt like a part of Hux family.
"Since I was a child I was manifesting some special powers.. I couldn't control it."
You looked at him only to lower head shortly after.
Kylo listened to you carefully. "Than why you didn't try to tame it? It's so strong... So unbridled that it's a shame that I didn't get you into my hands earlier... I want to teach you, I want you to grow strong under my wings." He said proudly.
You smirked sadly. "They tried to tame it. It didn't work. I don't think it's gonna work."
You walked to the wall and leant your forearm against it.
"I won't try to tame it. I will teach you how to keep it under your control and I will show you, how strong you can get. Trust me. I will show you how perfect your ability is." Kylo said and looked at you with his cold gaze. "I want to give you a chance to be someone, to be by my side as my apprentice."
Thoughts were running in your mind, all at once.
After few moments you gave a nod.
"Yes.. Whatever you say, Master."
Your heart stopped in the second you spotted how Armitage came out of next corridor.
"Good... My precious apprentice." Kylo mumbled and put hand to your cheek. "You will be wonderful, my dear."
Kylo looked over his shoulder in the direction you were staring. "Hux, don't you have anything else to do? What do you want?"
Armitage looked at you and Kylo in shock, he cleared his throat. "I... I wanted to talk with this girl."
Slightly shake of your head had to give Armitage a negative signal. "Don't." You tried to connect with Armitage through mind bond, but you failed. You good knew what he was going to do now. "Don't you see I'm talking with commander Ren at the moment?" Instinctively, you took a little step backwards as you spoke loudly.
"Only thing that I see is a little fucking brat that tries to join wrong place. I wanna talk with MY sister!" Hux growled loudly.
Kylo blinked and looked at you with confused gaze. "With sister? You are Hux's sister?!"
Escape. Now. As soon as this thought went through your mind, you turned around, you started to run wanting to be as far from them as possible.
"Stop!" Kylo raised his hand using force to stop you from running away.
"Thank you, Kylo..." Hux said slowly approaching Ren. "Let me take care of this scum." Armitage walked to you and grabbed your arm tightly, then Kylo let you out of his force reach. "You are going with me now!" Hux growled and forced you to follow him.
You looked over your shoulder at Kylo. With pale lips you only managed to mumble "I'm sorry."
Kylo watched both of you, frowning.
You were jerking strongly trying to free your arm from Hux's grasp.
"Let go! Let go!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Hux yelled and threw you into your chamber. When you were laying on the floor, Hux kicked you right into the stomach. "I have. Enough. Of. Your. Idiotic. Dreams. Bitch."
One by one, words were leaving his mouth. Kick, and then another word, kick then and another word, and like this for few minutes.
"You will never join the First Order. You are nothing. You are nothing than the disappointment for our family! Even parents couldn't look at you, that's why they've sent you away!" Hux growled as he pulled you up only to hit you in the face.
You barely could keep your eyes open. With swollen lips you whispered: "One day you'll be the one to beg me for a mercy, and I'll show it to you by wiping you out with all available cruelty I'll be disposing."
As he was holding you strongly by your throat, you snapped your fingers. In the same moment the knife that was on your nightstand floated to you immediately. You grabbed the hilt and with an agile movement you put it to Hux's throat. "You can take everything I have, or you can brake everything I am like I am made of glass, but you'll never own me."
Hux grabbed the knife and threw it away. "Listen to me, scum. I won't break you, I will kill you. I can't believe I have you as my sister!" He yelled before next few punches.
Hux threw you on the floor finally. "I don't have a sister anymore. Father was right... Instead of sending you away he should kill you like he was planning to." With these words, Hux left you alone.
It was like forever to you before you managed to crawl out of your chamber. Two stormtroopers have found you on the floor in puddle of blood. They had the order to bring you straight to Snoke's throne room.
"Where is she?" Kylo asked joining Hux.
"She is... Fine. She is in her room." Hux muttered hiding fists in his pockets.
Kylo only nodded. "Good. Everything's ready, general?"
"Yes. Invasion is ready, stormtroopers are ready. We only wait at you." Hux explained and looked at Kylo. "Can we start?"
"Yes, I am ready too." He said. "What do we know about them?"
"Rebellion base. A single one on that little planet ahead." Hux pointed on the nearest window. In front of the ship there was a planet nearby.
Hux crossed arms behind his back. "We will crush them. I took care of your ship, it's ready to use."
Kylo gave him a look. "Good."
Water. It tasted amazing. Someone was holding back of your head helping you to quench your thirst.
You rolled eyes as the wave of pain hit your head.
"Young Y/N."
Strong voice said firmly. Shorty after came sonorous laughter.
You opened your eyes wider.
Snoke. You haven't seen him before, but you knew it was him.
Snoke beared much resemblance to a human being with fairly pinkish skin and bright blue eyes. He had age spots and a large wound on his left cheek. He was dressed in a golden robe.
"Supreme Leader Snoke..." You mumbled quietly.
His eyes were still on you as he raised his palm to call one of his praetorians. "Bring Ren to me. Now."
Kylo looked surprised when he heard that Snoke had wanted to see him. He sighed heavily and went to meet with his master, he wasn't really happy thinking about this meeting.
Kylo entered the room. "You wanted to see me, Master?" Brunette asked, taking a knee and looking at Snoke.
"Some rumors came to my ears. That mighty Kylo Ren isn't able to tame a single forlorn girl."
Snoke's eyes was drilling Kylo's figure like he would have wanted to reach straight into Ren's soul.
"My young apprentice," Supreme Leader started, "You've been chosen. I want you to take care of our young Y/N. You'll train her, as well as our other recruits. And you'll make sure she has everything she needs in a reach of her hand. She's truly special, endowed with an extraordinary power. We have to reforge it into our secret weapon."
Brunette flinched a little bit. "Of course that I can tame a single forlorn girl... It's not my fault that she is Hux's sister." Kylo tried to explain himself. He nodded his head looking down. "Yes, Master. I will do everything that I can to take good care of her."
"It only helps that she's his sister. You need to fan her rage towards him. It has to spread. She's the spark of conflagration that will burn the Resistance. Along with you, young Solo."
Snoke rose from his throne, and walked to Kylo. He stopped in front of him leaning down.
"I hope I am not mistaken entrusting you with this task. If you'll let me down, I'll make sure to show you what real suffer means."
Snoke turned with his back to Kylo.
"Now go. Destroy that rebels base. You know what to do later."
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Hidden treasure || Part III
Part I || Part II
Words: 1536
Warnings: language, cursing, violence against the reader.
SUMMARY: You are General Hux sister. After another failure, you’ve been sent back to Hux. He’s pretty annoyed by the fact he has to take care of you. No one but Hux knows, that you have some special abilities. One day you accidentally meet commander Kylo Ren. Will this meeting change everything?
Author: Cass & Rouge
Few weeks have passed so quickly.
Black, matte uniform. Heavy military boots. The hair pinned up in a ponytail. A determined step and a raised head.
You've developed over the last weeks becoming more confident. You got rid of the fright.
You entered canteen, the chamber was already full of stormtroopers. It wasn't something unusual at the breakfast time.
You felt their glances on you, you felt like their eyes were gliding over your body. Most of them wanted to fuck you, pathetic scums. If they would know you could sense their minds... You only smirked a bit as you took your place. You put mug with coffee in front of you. It was when with a corner of your eye you noticed like he entered. Your brother, general Hux.
He was avoiding you since he had beaten you almost to death. You sensed his fear.
Hux ignored you and went to join his best people.
You could feel like a pair of strong hands were placed on your shoulders. It was Kylo.
"How do you feel today, my dear Y/N?" Kylo asked before sitting next to you. "He is here." Ren said and looked at you taking a sip of his coffee.
Slight shrug was enough as an answer. "Yea. Treating me like an air. But it's better now." You turned head to face Kylo. "I'm good." You raised mouth corners in a slight smile. "What about you?" Your hand has been placed on his palm. "I've heard there was a problem with one of students yesterday."
Kylo smiled at you softly. "I heard about this... But I don't care to be honest. I was more worried about your safety and nothing else mattered." He admitted coldly.
Brunette leant closer to you. "Remember when he had beaten you up... Almost killing you? You let him just walk around here like nothing ever happened? I heard how he is telling everyone that you are just a slut." Kylo whispered into your ear.
With parted lips you gave Ren a brief look ending your coffee.
"Now you're not better than he is." You turned head around biting your lips.
You looked at Hux. He seemed to be happy enjoying his life.
"He's gonna pay me. But it's not today."
You got up improving your jacket.
"I gotta go back to my duties."
You left the canteen quickly not looking around.
Kylo caught you at the corridor and wrapped arm around your waist, then pulled you closer pressing you to his chest.
"Listen... I am your master. I am not saying that you have to kill him. You should show him who is the weak one here. I good know you want it, Y/N..." He purred deeply into your ear. "I read your mind... I know you want to do this, so do it! Make your master proud... Free your rage, Y/N."
Your chin was trembling at the moment. You turned head around to not look him in the eye.
Kylo was right. You let Hux prevail, it only made him stronger.
Ren's voice was so stronge, so deep.
"I'll do this, Kylo."
Kylo smiled and stroked your cheek. "Good girl, go then."
During this few weeks Kylo learned how to manipulate you. He knew that you had feelings for him, so he was using them to make you do what he said.
Hux was still in canteen, chatting with few people.
You approached him, arms crossed behind your back.
"General Hux," you smirked at him, "why you are waisting your precious time? Shouldn't you've been at the bridge now? Looking for our enemies?"
"Shouldn't you be in Kylo's chamber sucking on his dick." Hux muttered not even looking at you. Few of his people laughed at his comment.
"I good know when and where I should be. You aren't the one that give me orders here, miss Y/N Hux," after these words he looked at you.
Kylo entered canteen, he watched you and your actions.
Your eyes turned black as rage hit you with its force. You only tilted your head, it was enough for your force to take over control.
Hux started to choke.
"Don't. You. Dare. To. Talk. To. Me Like. This. Anymore. You. Fucking. Sod."
Each of words was snapped angrily through clenched teeth. You moved hand a bit, and Hux slowly floated up. With another tilt of your head, the force tossed reddish man on the nearest wall.
Kylo watched you proudly clapping his hands. "Bravo, Y/N. You has shown him who is the boss here. Now... Come to me." He said with a smile reaching hand towards you.
Hux growled loudly getting up from floor. "How could I ever care of you..." He muttered to himself.
As you were walking to Kylo, you turned head to your brother.
"Did you say something?" You growled again force choking on him for a second. "No? I'm glad. You all, go back to your fucking duties, scums!" You yelled at rest of soldiers.
Standing next to Ren you glared at him. "Are you proud now?" You snapped before passing him away.
Kylo watched you proudly but there was also something else... He was using your feelings but He felt bad about this... He also felt bad thinking how much you've changed during this few weeks.
He didn't know why, but he liked the shy girl you used to be, and he also didn't know why he just has wanted to hug you and never let go.
"Let's go, Y/N. We have training." Kylo declared firmly.
"I wanna stay alone." You gave him simple look above your shoulder. "Start without me, I bet rest of the group is already on place waiting for you."
You headed back to your chamber, where you laid down on the bed looking up at the ceiling.
Shame was loud in your soul as you were thinking about your older brother. Extreme feelings were mingling with each other leading you from fear to kind of an rejoicing. Yes. You hated Armitage, but on the other hand he was only part of your family. He was part of you, and nothing could change it.
Kylo sighed watching you, he really wanted to leave you alone just like you had asked, but something pushed him to follow you.
After few minutes Kylo entered you chamber without knocking. "Y/N... I feel that something's wrong with you." Man said and sat on your bed.
"Just leave me alone, please?" You muttered covering your head with pillow. "Go away. I am not in a mood. I don't wanna talk. Just leave me."
Loud sigh left your lips as you pulled knees closer to chest rolling yourself in a ball.
"I can't leave you like this... I should take care of you." Kylo said softly and touched your arm. "Come on, Y/N... What's wrong?" He asked, stroking your arm.
"I've said, leave me alone!" Your voice was husky when you screamed. Your bed trembled few times, and lights flickered.
Kylo grabbed you by your hair and pulled you down. "Never again! Never rise your voice on me, do you understand?!" Kylo growled deeply. "I am your master and you have to listen to me and respect me! You belong to me and you good know this!" He yelled, looking you right in the eye.
Feeling like a little animal in a trap, you reacted instinctively. You aimed strong blow into Kylo's face slapping him in the cheek.
"You don't own me, Ren!"
Kylo grabbed your throat and squeezed it firmly with smile on his face. "First Order owns you... and I own you as your master. I am stronger than you... so better behave." He growled against your ear.
"Or what?" You struggled hardly. "What? You'll treat me like my brother did, huh? I am curious what Snoke would say about this." You growled turning head aside.
"Snoke would tell you the same thing, that we own you and you should show me some respect, and that you should listen to me as your master!" Kylo yelled, releasing your throat from his grip.
Barely breathing, you took few deeper breaths. "Of course, MASTER." You snapped through clenched teeth. "If this is all I think you should leave."
Kylo grabbed your arm tightly and pulled you up. "You are going with me, it's your training time now and I don't care how do you feel." He said and dragged you out of the room.
You jerked strongly few times. "I am not in a mood for training." Seeing that your actions weren't helping at all, you stopped in the middle of the corridor.
Kylo rolled his eyes and simply grabbed you by your waist, he picked you up throwing you over his shoulder and walked toward the training room.
When you both got inside, Kylo threw you on the floor and shook his head. "You should be happy I am not the one that trains you today. Because I would break you in half." He growled and walked away.
As annoyed as you were, you focused on training, even when you didn't want to cooperate at all. Kylo started to annoy you with all that 'superiority' of his.
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