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this is my star wars au storyboard.

The Hostage AU -

Where Galidraan happens essentially the same but in an au where Jaster Mereel never died, right.

So his son, right, is MIA and 300 mandos are dead due to Death Watch schemes, poor intelligence, and hasty judgemt by both the Jedi and the Senate who oversaw the assignment to the Jedi.

Jaster obviously wants some fucking recompense and while the Senate hems and haws the Jedi respond in good faith that they will of course put significant resources to finding and rescuing the missing/ enslaved Jango Fett and there are many other ways they would like to offer recompense to Mandalore, such as through ecological recovery research and agricultural support and any resources they can spare for the families of the slain mandalorians - such as EduCorps access and AgriCorps rations, etc, etc.

And Jaster is like, okay, not bad, it's something but I'm still pissed and I don't trust you so I want a garuantee that the jedi aren't going yo fuck my people over again - I'll take a hostage. As a gesture of good faith.

And the jedi deliberate this for awhile and they're like, hmm okay let's talk conditions and Jaster didn't actually think that hard about this proposal alright so he’s like you lost my heir gimme one of yours from your leader and the jedi council deliberate that for awhile and eventually decide that Mereel must mean someone from either Windu's lineage ( Head of the Order) or from Yoda's lineage ( Grandmaster of the Order).

Qui-Gon is immediately and vehemently thrown out of the running, Dooku and Komari are disqualified due to being participants at Galidraan, Feemor is technically not of their lineage, Rael is on assignment, they are looking at Obi-Wan Kenobi and Depa Billaba, who immediately start studying Mandalorian Culture and History like their lives depend on it.

So the council gets back to Mereel and they're like, can you garuantee the hostage won't be like, tortured or murdered?

And Mereel is like, yeah sure as long as you don't betray my trust.

So The council is like, looking at their two shining eighteen year old examples of senior padawans and is like okay you two, does one of you want to volunteer?

And cue Obi-Wan and Depa just immediately throwing down like feral little gremlins while debating each other's merits and Obi-Wan wins because he's learning the language faster and also because he still gets away with tooka eyes and she doesn't and also he bites and while Depa can basically charge her way in and out of any situation Obi-Wan is notoriously more devious and has more experience escaping captivity as the need arises.

She pins him in a headlock but he wins the debate, so she concedes with dignity and helps him up off the floor and the whole council is eyeing the calm collected facade of Yoda's lineafes latest feral hell-padawan and they're like - this is the diplomatic opportunity of the millenia, Padawan Kenobi, please do not start a new Jedi-Mandalorian war.

So they ship this boy off to Mandalore and Mand'alor Jaster Mereel is like, okay, he looks polite.

Anyway almost every other mandalorian on the planet fucking hates him and Death Watch honestly wants to start a new Jefi-Mandalorian war so plots abound to both make an example out of the hostage and assassinate Mereel and the New Mandalorians are trying to convince Obi-Wan to convince Mereel to implement more of their policies and Obi-Wan, right? Obi-Wan is lying to everyone about not speaking mando'a ( Jaster Mereel fucking knows because Jaster Mereel has seen this kid read mando'a text on like, his first day. He perpetuates the lie because it amuses him a little that Obi-Wan's excuse for everything is - terribly sorry, I'm just a hostage!)

Also the secret vendetta between Madame Nu wanting more Mandalorian Source documents and Jaster Mereel wanting more Jedi Source documents and both of them trying to use Obi-Wan to get them. ( his excuse to both the Jedi and the Mandalorians when they bother him is 'terribly sorry, but I'm just a hostage')

Cue Obi-Wan, right, just living his life eating spicy food and sweet cakes and sparring with Jasters Guard and spending half his nights in the library and letting some kid he met in the marketplace try and teach him to paint and coolly coordinating the AgriCorps research by doing their little remote experiments and samples and casually side-stepping a lot of murder attempts and random acts of malice short of murder and anyways it takes three years for them to turn up Jango Fett, whose half-feral and kind of addicted to spice and full of so much rage he could crack a planet in half if he had any grasp of the Force and Obi-Wan bearing the brunt of the grudge he bears because, well, Obi-Wan is there and,Fett keeps,arguing with his father as to why they'd just let the,Jedi go now so Obi-Wan is a hostage stuck in limbo because is the debt paid or isn’t it he's also basically an ambassador to/of mandalore at this point and he's been keeping up with all the training guides and manuals the council has been sending him he'd love some actual guidance but he goes to the armorers for advice sometimes and makes do.

Anyway this ultimately ends up with Jango Fett planting things ( after wrecking things) and aggressively coparenting a garden with Obi-Wan until he manages to come to terms with his grief.

Special Agent AU

NEVER BREAK THE CHAIN

➢ 01. WORLD GONE WRONG

a/n: guess who watched too many jurassic park movies and then took one look at din with an idea.. this was just a funny fic at first and then it kind of became something else entirely. i had been plotting it for a long time, but i'm finally ready to write it. hopefully y'all enjoy!

dedicated to: @softanon for listening to me ramble about this fic and working some kinks out of it. you're amazing babes. thank you!

summary: years after you lost contact and parted ways, din comes back into your life. in the most drastic way possible. all starting with the offer of a new position as head of a genetics lab.

word count: 2.8k+

pairing: din djarin x f!reader

warnings: not explicit, angst, broken hearts, alcohol, bad explanation of genetics/science, the beginning of the end.

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“Can anyone tell me what the difference between genomes and genes are?” Twirling the pen between your fingers, you watched the students raise their hands one by one, each of them exhibiting the same amount of confidence. 

Others refused to meet your eye, suddenly finding other aspects of the lecture hall far more intriguing. You didn’t blame them. Back when you were in their spot you wouldn’t be the first to answer the question either. Too afraid of what might happen if you did. You picked at random—a younger man who funnily enough wore a dress shirt and pants.

“Genes are a segment of DNA while genomes are the entire genetic material of an organism.”

“Correct!” you said. “Now, we’re talking about genes specifically today, because the lab I’ve constructed for next week allows you to pick apart and study aspects of DNA from different species.”

A single glance at the clock told you that time was almost up. You reached for the stack of worksheets you printed out—almost killing the staff printer in the process—and handed them to the first student you came across. You couldn’t stop yourself from glancing at the man sitting towards the door. A briefcase on the desk in front of him and his tie dutifully pressed down along his shirt. You weren’t sure why it took you so long to realize that he wasn’t a student, but there you were—attempting to identify the symbol on his bag.

“Professor?”

Your attention snapped back to the class. “Yes?”

“Will this be a part of the midterm?”

“No. This is just something we’re looking over.”

The man had yet to leave, his eyes watching you as you maneuvered around the room and a thought in the back of your head told you to run. Once class is over you should grab your things and take off with the rest of the students. But like an idiot, you decided to do the complete opposite. Dismissing the class, you answered questions here and there for those that needed clarification about the upcoming class. All of which you were happy to answer, but the man still had yet to leave and he’d begun to make his way to the front of the room.

Heading directly towards your desk.

“Do we have to bring anything extra to the lab?”

You couldn’t recall the students name, but you recognized the denim jacket she wore. “No. We’ll be heading down to the campus labs for this one so everything will already be there.”

She nodded. “Have a good rest of your day professor.”

Waving, you felt the weight fall on your shoulders as no one but you and him remained. He stood quietly beside your desk, the symbol on his bag much clearer and yet still a mystery; it would help if he talked, but something told you that he was doing this on purpose. 

So, you chose to ignore his presence. Instead focusing on the task at hand, which was shoving all the ungraded papers into your bag—your hot cup of coffee having gone cold. If you had the chance, you’d escape to the cafe across the street, but it seemed you wouldn’t be so lucky.

He dropped a packet on the desk in front of you, jolting you out of your numerous escape plans. “You are the only certified geneticist that works on campus, correct?”

Some fucking decency would have helped his case. Dropping the remainder of your papers into your bag, you shoved it onto your shoulder—intent on leaving him here. You knew his pitch before he even said it. First they confirmed exactly who you were so they didn’t look stupid when attempting to recruit you. And then they started their grandiose rant. Going on and on about how their company wished to shape the world; how they were a year away from issuing needed change. Half of the time you never listened to what bullshit they were spouting—like a hose that never turned off quite right.

“I’m not interested,” you said, turning on your heel and heading directly towards the door.

He blocked your way out. “I promise what I have to say is worth your while.”

“I don’t want to hear what you have to say.”

“Can you please let me—”

“No,” you stated. Fixing him with what you hoped turned out to be a withering stare.

“You’re one of the top geneticists in this country; graduated with a doctorate degree in the field before coming to teach here. You could have applied your skills at a lab but you—” Shoving past him you made it five steps out the door before he ran in front of you again. “Please. Just hear me out.”

“I don’t see why I should.”

Maybe you were being harsh, but after years of turning down offer after offer, people didn’t seem to understand that you didn’t do this to change the world. Half of the time change ended in disaster. So you chose to offer your knowledge to others who might need it more than you—students that could actually apply their skill somewhere. You were never one to take orders lightly. Never one to follow the rules. Working for a company would only hinder you in the long run than help you reach your final goal.

“We were given a recommendation to come recruit you.”

You sighed, stopping to finally regard him. “Look, I don’t know who put in this recommendation, but that won’t make me change my mind. I’m happy being a professor.” 

Thankfully he allowed you to walk past him this time, but you didn’t get very far.

“He told me to tell you that it came from Rook.” Freezing, you whipped around to face him, the disbelief clear on your face. “He said…you’d know what that meant.”

“He put in the recommendation?” How was that possible? The last you heard from him was…the night before he left—the night that everything changed and life shifted entirely. “He’s…working for you?”

“Well not yet,” he replied, grasping for a small envelope in his bag. “He still has to go through the final stages of training, learning what his job will be, but when he asked if we’ve hired geneticists your name was the first one up.” He handed the dingy looking white paper off to you, a scrawled out name on the front clearly marking it as his handwriting. “He said to give that to you if I found you.”

The breath caught in your throat as you looked down, the name Bishop written across the front in pen. You knew that handwriting better than you knew your own, having seen it on small notes you found scattered across your shared apartment. Fuck it was nearly a decade ago and still…you felt your heart twist violently in your chest—the memory of him, so real that you swore you could touch it. He’d always been there in a way. At the back of your mind and for so long you figured you’d never encounter him again.

Given that his path led him across the oceans to a different country. While yours left you to remain right where you were. Living on the campus where you met him, teaching the same classes you took with him—connected to him even after he couldn’t promise you forever.

“Why?” Your voice had gone soft, eyes tracing over every curved letter of his writing.

“You’re the best. That’s all he told us.”

Typical of him to give the simplest explanation possible. You wanted to bet that if you opened the envelope you’d find nothing but a few words written on the paper. Even when you were with him he didn’t talk much about what he wanted for himself—more about what he wanted for the both of you. A house, a family. Hell, maybe even a dog. You were both lost in the fantasy land of falling head over heels for one another that you never stopped to think of the all too crushing reality.

It swept you away from him faster than you could call out his name and…that was it. He was never to be heard from again.

So why now?

“Where do you work?” you asked, hesitant about even considering this job. Changing positions now would make it a nightmare for the students.

“G.I.” He fumbled for the business card in his pocket. “Genetics Incorporated. Which was founded—”

“Yeah I know about G.I.” It had been your dream job ever since high school. A chance to finally put the science you found so fascinating to good use. “I can’t believe you bastards are still around.”

The man’s pale skin flushed red. “Well…we made it somehow.”

“Don’t you mean you made it by stealing ideas from other scientists in order to make your name worldwide?”

Their history was dark and it spread throughout the years. Part of why you didn’t join their ranks was due to their previous court cases. Being sued over scientific ideas that were stolen never shed a good light on the company, but there they were. What the fuck was he doing working for them in the first place? He must have known their history—their past with the scientific community. You turned around and ran when they first offered you a position; already knowing what side of history you preferred to be on.

“What exactly are you working on?”

The man stumbled over his words, referencing the now slightly crumpled packet in his hands. “It’s highly classified material, but they told me to tell you that they are attempting genetic splicing with different organisms.”

“Gene splicing?” you exclaimed, snatching the packet from him. “That’s never been attempted before on anything except plants.”

From what they gave you it seemed like a bullshit version of a professor’s published paper. They wanted to give you as many flowery and enticing words as possible with little to no information. So when you joined you felt like you made the right choice. You’d seen it so many times it was hard to keep track, but as you turned to the last page you noticed a different type of genetic code. One that wouldn’t be seen necessarily in plants but in…animals.

“What would they need the DNA of reptiles for?” you asked, glancing up at him.

“Ah…I’m afraid that’s above my pay-grade.”

Reading through this packet wasn’t what you really wanted to do. But you couldn’t open his letter here. Not when you were on the brink of actually running away from yet another job prospect. You know why you chose teaching as your profession, why you still remained someplace where life was good. Fear kept you here. Except the mere idea of seeing him again, of getting a chance to finally hash out the past both of you ignored for so long—it made you want to say yes without an ounce of hesitation.

Only you were never that person.

“Can I think about it?” You already knew what your answer would be; you just needed his final push.

The man nodded. “Of course! The number is on the business card when you’re ready to talk more.”

You left before he could say anymore, his letter clutched in your hand and a new feeling in your heart. One you weren’t sure you particularly liked very much.

After a grueling drive home, you finally shut the door on your apartment and nearly slid down to the ground. The work day kept you on your feet for hours at a time, but receiving this letter…it tipped you over the edge. Yanking off your shoes, you walked barefoot to the fridge and pulled out a beer, needing a bit of alcohol to entice you enough to open the letter. Liquid courage is what he used to call it.

His voice was still in your mind after all these years. His words now echoing back to you, whispering in your ear and telling you not to be such a chicken shit. To take the leap for something you’d wanted since you were practically a kid. Swallowing the beer, you collapsed on the couch and let out a breath you’d been holding in since seeing his scrawled handwriting. It didn’t hit you until that moment that…you missed him. As mad as you were at him for leaving, you still longed to be in his presence.

“No time like the present,” you whispered, turning the letter over and ripping open the back.

A small folded paper was pulled out, nothing on the back except a small ink stain. Your hand shook slightly as you opened it up, terrified of what you would find yet excited all the same. Only he could give you that rush—still after all these years.

Bishop,

It’s probably strange hearing from me after all these years, but you were the first person I thought of. I’ve got no idea if you’re still pissed at me, or if you’ve moved on. But this isn’t about that. This is about that dream you told me about. A chance to change the world.

Well…we’re in a world gone wrong and the way I see things, what they’re doing here could make it right.

So why are you still overthinking this? Don’t give me that look. I know your looks better than you do and you’re giving me that one. There’s no need to be afraid. There never was. It’s you and me Bishop—always has been.

Take the leap honey.

I know you can.

—Din

You scrubbed at the tears that fell, hiccuping as you read and reread and reread his words. You knew that if he were here, he’d tell you to finally live your life the way it was meant to be lived. A part of you wanted him to be here in person, just so you could fight with him, but he was only there through his words. Even after all these years your heart still fluttered as he called you that nickname. Bishop. It felt silly that one small word could become your entire world.

All because of him.

“Fuck,” you whispered, glancing at the business card on the coffee table in front of you. “What have you gotten yourself into Din?”

You understood the discrepancy and secrecy that came with a job this big, but the fact that they refused to even let you in on a little piece of it made you uneasy. Secrets were one thing. Keeping the entire mission for a company large enough to cause real world change under wraps was something else. Normally you would have ripped up the papers by now. On the very principle that you stood by your morals no matter what.

Din working there changed things for you though.

He must trust them to some degree to recommend your name among the many that they no doubt cherry picked from graduating classes. You weren’t a young bright-eyed scientist anymore. Those days passed the second you watched him leave you—making a choice that impacted the both of you without even asking. You understood the harsh reality of the world now. Even if you didn’t want to.

Agreeing to this—leaving your stable job for this, meant you were choosing a man over your beliefs.

If the younger version of you could see you now, you were sure she’d cuss you out without question. But you weren’t choosing just any man. You were choosing Din. The man who was always meant to be your future. Funny how the universe continued to pull the both of you together.

Glancing down at the letter still clutched in your hand, your eyes traced over the three words he used to say to you when you were terrified of making a choice. Take the leap honey. You rarely took the leap anymore. Why bother taking chances on things that could more or less go horribly wrong? What was the point in the end? But Din pushed you to take chances, to stop obstructing your own path and focus on the future you were meant for.

Perhaps this was his way of doing just that. You wanted to ask him. Confirm that…yes he was once again nudging you in the right direction. Except the only way you could do that was if you saw him in person again, and the only way that would happen was if…you took the leap.

You smiled, wiping the last tear off your cheek before reaching for your phone—the business card laying beside it.

“Even when you’re not here you’re still annoying Djarin,” you muttered, staring at his words one last time before dialing the number you knew would seal your fate for good. 

The phone rang, breaking the silence in your small apartment and striking nerves through your heart. “Okay Din,” you breathed, shutting your eyes for a moment. “It’s you and me.”

Suddenly bowled over by the image of Anakin with a baby Ahsoka strapped to his front during the middle of work. Ok I guess??

Ahsoka getting cursed into a toddler during the Clone Wars and Anakin is now suddenly responsible for a literal baby. He is now acutely aware of the fact that the 501st are in an active engagement and his protective instincts are dialed right up to max. They have to be pulled back from the front, a young padawan was pushing it as it was but this is a Babby.

He's having to think about what baby togruta eat. Ahsoka can't feed herself or defend herself or anything except wiggle around like a striped potato. Her montrols are non existant, just little nubs, and its almost bringing this Jedi Knight to tears with how cute she is. He knows she's a carnivore but surely they don't eat meat that early?? Do they need anything else to develop correctly?? Is he going to accidentally harm her somehow through neglect?!

Anakin: Master Ti, what do baby togruta eat??

Shaak: Pardon?

Anakin: Help.

She gets the explanation from Anakin in pieces and a better explanation from Kix. She can tell him how to look after her until they can reach Coruscant, milk if they have any on board will do fine in the interim and Ahsoka will like being bundled up. The pressure of being cocooned is soothing (thinking of Momma Tano strapping babby Ahsoka to her front but now it's Anakin making sure she goes with him everywhere) and will prevent her from becoming too agitated.

She keeps chewing on his leather glove when he holds her but he doesn't mind, and just lets her gnaw on his knuckles like a chew toy. Its not his flesh hand anyway so it's fine. He can’t effectively secure her to him on his own so he has to get Rex to help him do it properly with Shaak still on speeddial for instructions.

She can’t help but notice how oddly domestic the scene looks as Rex carefully wraps Ahsoka in her papoose cocoon to Anakin's chest. They're both cooing at her. Shaak cannot wait for a Council meeting to be called about this.

The clones are caught between being distraught at what's happened to their Commander, as well as thinking she's the cutest thing they've ever seen. Since Anakin is now focusing harder on keeping Ahsoka safe since she can't protect herself anymore, Rex has taken it upon himself to stick at their side even more than usual. Just a very protective satellite orbiting around both Jedi in case they need anything.

No, the other men are not jealous that Anakin automatically hands Ahsoka off to his Captain if he needs to be free if her for a minute or two.

Back on Coruscant he knows she's better off being handled by the creche but ... that's his Padawan, just small. Everyone on the Council had hoped he'd deal with a Padawan just fine but were admittedly a little surprised by just how well he took to it. Seeing him immediately throw himself into taking care of baby Ahsoka, and all her species specific needs, has a lot of them second guessing their assumptions of him.

It's Obi-Wan who eventually asks where his almost instinctual knowledge comes from. The answer is that Shmi Skywalker was the go to mum for any new mothers on Tatooine and there were quite a few in the slave quarters during Anakin’s time there. He learned by just being there to help out.

Obi-Wan: if you want to continue to care for Ahsoka, you could do so by just working in the Creche and helping there with the rest of the infants

Anakin: !!

Thinking about Predator Species Obi-wan.

The 501st and 212th are chilling on a planet after a campaign. Everyone setting up little campfires and cooking stations.

Rex is watching his General eat bugs, trying to be polite and not gag at the crunch of the beetle as he bites into it. "Sir we went hunting..." When that does not get a response, he adds "There are rations."

Anakin waves him away with the hand not full of bugs, squirming and wriggling. "Naw im fine." He grabs one of the thick round worms from his hand and slurps it up. Rex feels himself die a little inside.

Rex turns to Ahsoka to complain and finds her biting into a raw rabbit-like creature with a look of glee on her face, at least she has the excuse of biology. He keeps turning until he finds Cody. "I'll trade. Your jedi isnt feral."

Cody gives him a flat unamused look, shifting out of the way revealing Obi-wan gnawing on the bones of something, his fingers and the skin around his mouth are a little bloody still. The men are thanking him for catching whatever it had been for them to cook up. "Are you sure about that vod?"

Rex stares for a moment as he comes to terms with this revelation. "Does he also get 'the zoomies' and hunt the mouse droids?"

Cody snorts. "When something triggers his hunting instinct his eyes get all big and round. So far he hasnt hunted anything, droids or otherwise but I can tell when he has to talk himself out of it."

"And the zoomies?" Rex asks because he absolutely needs to know if the imagery in his head of Kenobi bouncing around the halls is true or not.

"Sometimes." His brother shrugs. "Mostly he climbs things." Cody says simply.

"Climbs things. Like?"

"Everything." Cody answers.

Yes that makes sense. It explains why the man is always climbing up into trees or scaling cliffs or perching on boulders or the walkers when they're brought out. "People?"

"Everything." Cody repeats. "He likes to 'have the high ground'."

"Are you the high ground?" Rex asks because he cannot help being a little shit.

Cody's flat bored gaze turns scathing, promising violence. "I will tell Skywalker you want to try those worms. Watch your mouth."

Threat noted and understood. Rex hears another crunch from Anakin's beetles. Ahsoka makes a happy whistle-click as a trooper hands her another little rabbit thing to tear into and he hears a snap a moment later from Obi-wan breaking the bone hes been chewing on, in between bites of the cooked meat Pudding hands him, to get to the marrow. Both Ahsoka and Obi-wan eating like they've been starving.

"Are they doing okay with just the rations?" Rex asks. His amusement and mild disgust turning into concern.

"Obi-wan says they're fine." From the tone of his voice he obviously doesn't trust that assessment. "Vacc is looking into it. Not much we can do though."

Rex nods. That's just the way of things. "I'll have Kix look into it too. He's already asked Kenobi if Skywalker was missing certain nutrients in his diet that he gets from insects." Rex says. His eyes shifting to stare at the man. "He said no. Skywalker just finds the taste enjoyable."

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.

Imagine: Finding the Porg. Requested by: @porgswillrullgalaxymotherfucker

You were walking around Falcon, admiring this old, still working ship. It was an incredible experience to you but coldness was a bit frustrating. You were wandering like this for a while before you heard a quiet sound, it was something like a chirps. You looked around but didn't really see anything, so you decided to follow the sound to find a source. You were looking for ten minutes, until you’ve found a little bird-like creature, hiding in the vent. "Hey... What are you doing here, little buddy? It’s not too safe for you to be in such a place," you took off vent's cover and smiled gently. "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." Creature looked at you and blinked with those big eyes. It ran up to you and nuzzled to your jacket. You blinked. "Oh... You are cold. Well, you aren't the only one. I have an idea,” you said, then gently picked the animal up and put it into your jacket's furry hood. "Here, now you should feel better." Animal let out few happy sounds and nuzzled to the fur in your hood. You only giggled and then decided to join others. "Hey, Finn! Wanna see something? Look what have I found in the vent,” you told to him and showed your hood. "What is it?" Finn asked, looking at the animal. "I have no idea. I mean... It's a bird or at last something close to a bird but he or she likes my jacket," you giggled. "What have you got there, kid?" Poe asked and petted your shoulder as he joined you and Finn. "I found this little animal that hides now in my hood. I think it trusts me. Maybe I shall adopt him or her," you smiled at the pilot. Poe looked into your hood and smiled. "Oh. You have a Porg there, well, you can always try to tame him." "Or her,” you added and then Porg jumped on to your shoulder. "Hey there, little one. Do you feel better?" You asked, gently touching Porg's head. Porg let out a soft sound and nuzzled to your hand. "Aww,  that's too sweet for me,” Poe summed up, smiling, and Finn just laughed. You giggled. "I think I have one more friend now."

AUTHOR: Cass

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Reach

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My hands hurt a lot these days, and it’s not my best, but damn it if it doesn’t soothe my stupid soul.

Listen, Twin Suns is a masterpiece, and my absolute favorite AU is -this-. Maul’s last chance for his ultimate revenge on the man who set him on this twisted path to ruin lies in the hands of two vulnerable and woefully ignorant children; and due to the nature of his own cosmic joke, their would-be protector is both the eye of the maelstrom of his rage and unadulterated hatred, and the center of his desperation for purpose at the end of all things. He came to Tatooine to kill or die, and instead, he lives with the thin hope of seeing this finished. And Obi-Wan begins to hope in turn.

Maul would absolutely take to Leia and loathe every second of it until he doesn’t, I will die on this hill.

Attempt

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“Your compassion is as nauseating as it is foolish.”

The concept of Sith Kenobi won’t leave me alone. And while I love the swap of factions for him and Maul, bruv, Sith Obi-Wan AND canon Maul is burrowing itself into my drawing spaces, and I just—

Dooku managing to turn Obi-Wan on Geonosis?

The consequences of losing the Great Negotiator at the start of the War?

The consequences of an abandoned Anakin?

Renegade Ventress? Meeting this fellow fallen Jedi in Obi-Wan?

Savage and Feral very much alive, with their brother living in darkness on Lotho Minor?

Mother Talzin making plans?

Oh no. I have ideas. Oh no.

Oh no.