since it has been a while & there are some new followers to my blog, i thought i would reintroduce myself.
my name is k! 💫 i am a twenty-four year old obsessed with anything & everything darth maul!
i have a deeply rooted love for star wars & started this blog writing for kylo ren. since then, i have wrote for a plethora of characters: commander wolffe, captain rex, anakin skywalker/darth vader, feral, maul, savage, plo koon, din djarin. if you can think of someone in the sw universe, i have probably wrote a fic for them.
i work full-time & attend graduate school full-time. i am currently enrolled in a part-time practicum. i am hoping to have my master's in social work by spring 2027! (eek! so so close!)
i do accept requests! just feel free to send an ask in my inbox. anons are on, so don't feel intimidated to speak up. i love rambling about headcanons, character studies, & themes. no character is out of the question, no matter how much they appear in canon.
if you ever want to just chat, my inbox is open! i consider myself an open book & am happy to answer any question you may have (no matter how horny).
i hope that you all enjoy my works & appreciate that sexy sith as much as i do. happy reading! <3
hi, could you possibly do Han Solo x crybaby/sensitive reader cos i know that man would be so down bad for that 🙏 thanks!
UHM YEAH OF COURSE I WILL—
here is a han solo x crybaby!reader blurb! <3
"are you really cryin'?"
your lower lip quivers, vision blurry as the words tumble out.
"y-yes."
you catch the hint of an eye roll starting, yet he takes a half step forward, hands situated on his hips.
he leans forward, face merely millimeters from yours. he was so close that you were sure if you moved then the tip of his would bump into yours.
not that he would mind that.
he would probably enjoy it.
his head tilts, just a few degrees. enough so that his gaze can pick through you.
“what’s got you so worked up love bug?”
you sniffle, instinctively reaching up to wipe away a tear. yet, a gentle hand wraps around your wrist, catching it. a handkerchief, more than likely pick pocketed, dabs at your cheekbone, tenderly blotting away any lingering traces of tears. heat rises into your cheeks at the action, causing you to shrink a little in your stature.
the corner of his lip twitches, forming a smile.
“can’t talk? what’s got your tongue love?”
“i-i just ran into an orphaned youngling in the market. oh han, he was so little! far too young to be alone!”
your statement earns a chuckle, his arms folding across his chest.
“are you sure he was orphan?”
your face falls, jaw dropping.
“han solo! a youngling would never lie about something so terrible! maker, why would you say such a thing?”
“cause,” he shrugs, sauntering over to the cockpit, “we’re stationed at a smuggler’s outpost. shady things happen. people lie. it’s the way of life around here.”
“you truly think that a youngling would lie to me about that?”
he calls back from the enclosed space, voice nearly echoing through the falcon, “depends on how many credits you offered him!”
inhaling sharply, you rise to your feet, marching over to the cockpit. situated into the chair is your lover, feet up against the dashboard, arms raised above his head, hands acting as a cushion. his gaze flickers over to you, the smile now transformed into a full-fledged smirk.
“he got you, didn’t he?”
“i’m not sure what you’re talking about. i simply helped a small child going through a—“
“yeah, yeah,” he waves a hand, patting his lap, “come to daddy. i missed you too.”
your jaw clenches, yet you make your way to the pilot, snuggling into his chest. an arm snakes around you, hand rubbing lazy circles into your back. the other fiddles with some buttons and levers, more than likely entering in the coordinates for the next run.
his mouth connects with your temple, peppering kisses all over. wrinkling your nose, you stick out your tongue. a chuckle rumbles in his chest, flowing from his lips.
“oh sweetheart. look at ya, all riled up over a con artist. your heart was in the right place. you can’t help that you wanna save everyone.”
“i was just trying to help them get some food.”
“i know,” the words are slightly muffled as his mouth travels to your crown, planting another kiss, “it’s cute, love bug. makes me proud.”
“really?”
“really.” he nods, flashing an earnest grin, “really, love bug. i eat that shit up. can’t get enough of your kindness. even if it means you’re a little… sensitive.”
“i am not!”
“are too.” the grin is now a dazzling smile, his voice brimmed with adoration.
“and that’s what i love about you, my sweet sensitive girl. i love that about ya so much. now come on. our next mission awaits.”
thinking of 26 year old august broken & battered on mandalore. her annoying yet endearing older brother who always ropes her into the worst situations is to her right. he’s just as beat up. bruised and heartbroken. (physically and emotionally)
she feels the force humming. it’s static. electrifying almost. she can feel something sinister. something dark. but it’s clouded. clouded by someone.
and then next thing you know the zabrak she ran into months ago is standing before her, sneering at the sight. she knows him. she almost killed him. but he managed to evade her grasp before she could deliver the final blow.
one thing leads to another and then! she is face to face with one of the most the cruel, cunning, ruthless individuals in the galaxy.
everything suddenly clicks into the place. the force feels balanced. every single decision. every single action. every single mission has led her to this moment.
it's so nice to see you again!! how have you been??
i am well(ish!!)
i was pulled back into star wars with the release of the maul show + the mandalorian and grogu movie. i’m currently rewatching star wars and noticing things that i didn’t back in 2020-2021!
i am currently dealing with a full-time job, a master’s program, & some health issues. i am trying my best to just be creative when i want to be and not focus so much on what others may think of my thoughts/fics!
i love how the mortis arc is like .. never brought up ever again.
i want to know what the ship ride home was like after that. was it just completely silent? (shocking cause ani & ahsoka never stfu when they’re together) did obi-wan just side eye anakin the whole time? did anakin poke fun at sith ashoka? did they all mutually confess that they love one another like family & vow never to bring it up again?
