* 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐋.

𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑑𝑑𝑠.

[flyc4sual]

#flyc4sual  —  independent, selective, private writing blog for  han solo  of  the star wars series.  manned by cat  ( they/them, twenty-six, eastern standard ).   sideblog affiliated with @yellowbrckrd.  read the rules on the main before interacting.

[org4nas]

flyc4sual​ // han solo

❛ no need to tell me, sister. ❜  he quips in a near-inaudible grumble, retracting the wrench to squint up the hatch and into the mechanism. all business and no play had made princess here a dull girl. serious as a heart attack, all the damn time—-  was convinced she was on the cusp of one the way her feathers seemed perpetually ruffled, especially when it came to him. he couldn’t even breathe facing her direction without getting the third degree.   ❛   —-oh, i think i would. sure as hell might explain some things around here … ❜   he instigates without missing a beat, busying himself in the ministrations of his hands. but her change of tune is enough to capture his attention, divert his gaze from his handiwork to nestle into the sight of her. look at her.all riled up, poised, finger trailing her thesauruscalling him every name in the book … she’s down bad, isn’t she? it only fuels his smug fire. he drops his hand to capture his rag, leaning a shoulder against the column of the ship while he wipes the end of his wrench.

❛ —-well don’t forget lighthearted … ❜   he interrupts to deadpan, tacks on to the end like an afterthought, swinging his leg over the other as he leans. then, he unceremoniously pushes himself off, steps forward to approach the tiny princess … and from this new, more intimate distance, it’s clear that she’s stewing far more than she lets on. it’s a sight for sore eyes.   ❛ i don’t have t’ wonder what i already know. the reasoning, your worshipfulness, is allllllll very simple … and it boils down to how you feel about me. because you like me. hell, i’d even go so far as to say you’ve got a little crush on me … ❜  who’s serious now?

Head tilts up to be able to still keep her eyes on his, petite princess keeping her feet firmly planted on the ground, but oh, is that her heart that dares to drift off?…  No, it can’t be; Leia tells herself she can’t be thinking of- of any sort of feelings.  Not now.  Not for someone like him.  

The closer quarters between them doesn’t do much to quell any budding feelings she may have been developing either, but she knows too if she even gives him the slightest inkling of that- it’s over.  She would never hear the end of it.  “What you already know-” her voice overlaps over Han’s, forcing a small, mocking laugh, brows rasing, while behind her a hand reaches back for an escape, only to find none.  The tips of her fingers only brush against cold metal, thoughts and sense of judgement becoming clouded; Leia’s head tilts to one side, brows again raising, one side of her mouth curling up.  The nerve!  The sheer nerve of Han Solo to assume-!

“Listen here, flyboy, if you really think that I have any other feelings for you other than contempt, than your ego is much greater than I thought!”  Leia exclaims, emotions heightened, “I’d sooner have feelings for the Wookiee!  A crush- are you a child?  I’d daresay that that’s you!”  And so what if she does happen to have some….. mild interest and attraction to someone who could match her?  Han is intelligent, as much as she tells him otherwise, and Leia does enjoy that someone actually is willing to go toe-to-toe with her, someone she doesn’t have to be… A princess for.  

[flyc4sual]

a facetious gasp. ❛ contempt . . . ? gee, i dunno . . . sounds like a pretty strong feeling t' me, sweetheart . . . ❜ he overlaps, one hand slung to his hip, the other facetiously rubbing his chin. was it not true that love and hate shared the same neurological pathways? and was this not a classic case in point? his humored gaze soon returns to her if only to watch her silently seethe, even brazenly leans his hand up against the wall behind her. miffed little thing. packs one hell of a verbal punch. despite giving him very firm instructions to listen, he listens only for the purpose of cherry-picking her rebuttal. he nonchalantly checks his nails. 'i'd sooner have feelings for a wookie!' was that so? the scoff he emits is merited, but that gloating smirk is resilient. the feigned surprise hijacks his expression. ❛ oh now, now, your highness . . . i mean, surely you can't be serious. because that can be arranged no problem, all you gotta do is ask! ❜ he lilts patronizingly, eyes infusing with feigned amiability. he's so close to her that he could just . . . reach forward, pick her up and throw her if he wanted to . . . he doesn't. but he'd like to. because boy is she a real piece of work.

but the realization hits him, like a lightbulb going off over his head . . . it brightens his eyes, unfurls the pleat in his brow. can't even stand the sight of him. could barely even stand to look at him now, even mere inches away. it's enough to redirect his approach. ❛ oh. . . i see what this is really about . . . all me, is that it? all because i saved your sorry tail a few times too many? all a' that's just s'posed t'be, what? part a' some big ploy t' get you t' fall in love with me? ❜ that alone should bring her to defcon one . . . leia made it clear she wasn't a damsel in distress by any stretch. but he can't help it. it's his very intention to antagonize her to the point of blowing mushroom clouds out her ears, wheedling under her skin and burrowing a home there . . . and his barrage isn't over just yet. he leans forward even closer, jabbing a finger in her face. ❛ well you listen here, sister—- believe you me when i tell you i don't have t' bend over backwards t'get you t'do that. no sense in hidin' the fact that you've been eyeballin' me since the day you met me! ❜ and with that, he crosses back over toward the millenium falcon. he's reached his princess quota for the day. why argue with a brick wall?

[org4nas]

flyc4sual​ // han solo

@rogucprincess asked: ❛ you think this is a joke? ❜

he pillars himself with a forearm up against the hatch of the millennium falcon, motioning to himself with his free hand, eyebrows plunging upward to feign his surprise at the accusation. ❛ not at all, your highness … i wouldn’t dream of cracking jokes at a time like this. ❜ he lilts facetiously, motioning around to the otherwise tranquil scene of his immediate proximity—- his true answer’s written in the curvature of his expression, the smirk that leaks into the crevices of his face. better to laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints. eyes lock into hers, scan her waspish expression with an air of complacency, lazily watching her nose pinch into a prominent, chastising, upturned point. and suddenly he has no idea what’s more endearing: the fact that she’s flirting or the fact that she doesn’t even seem to realize it. typical. captain here knows he rouses something in her, if only she’d have the courage to stare the truth in the face. he shakes his head, procuring his wrench from his toolbelt and reaching up to finagle a piece of machinery. ❛ always so quick to get your bloomers in a knot, princess … i’m startin’ to wonder why that may be. ❜

It was the demeaning way he used ‘Your Highness’, the smug look on his features both making her blood boil even more in anger, but also made her heart beat just a hair faster.  Each emotion Leia felt was only heightened as the nerf-herder only went on, same air of arrogance about him, that she only wishes she could smack off his face, rules and formalities be damned!  She remains beside him, brown eyes peering at Han.  Of all the rotten scoundrels-! Brows knit together, and she’s sure if her very eyes could, she would be able to bore holes right into his thick, pea-brain skull. 

“I, unlike you, happen to take matters seriously,” her voice regains the air of diplomacy to it now, standing as tall as possible, hands at her sides clenching and releasing out of sight; the very last thing Leia wants is for him to even see how he gets to her.  “Oh, and wouldn’t you like to know-!”  A huff, cheeks becoming red as her lips purse, her voice raising in frustration, not even real anger.  Doing her best to compose herself again, seeing the way the outburst only eggs Han on further, she tries again.  “So, you do at least have more than one singular thought in your head?  Tell me: what do you ‘wonder’ the reasoning is?  Besides the fact you’re pompous, arrogant-”

[flyc4sual]

❛ no need to tell me, sister. ❜  he quips in a near-inaudible grumble, retracting the wrench to squint up the hatch and into the mechanism. all business and no play had made princess here a dull girl. serious as a heart attack, all the damn time—-  was convinced she was on the cusp of one the way her feathers seemed perpetually ruffled, especially when it came to him. he couldn't even breathe facing her direction without getting the third degree.   ❛   —-oh, i think i would. sure as hell might explain some things around here . . . ❜   he instigates without missing a beat, busying himself in the ministrations of his hands. but her change of tune is enough to capture his attention, divert his gaze from his handiwork to nestle into the sight of her. look at her. all riled up, poised, finger trailing her thesaurus calling him every name in the book . . . she's down bad, isn't she? it only fuels his smug fire. he drops his hand to capture his rag, leaning a shoulder against the column of the ship while he wipes the end of his wrench.

❛ —-well don't forget lighthearted . . . ❜   he interrupts to deadpan, tacks on to the end like an afterthought, swinging his leg over the other as he leans. then, he unceremoniously pushes himself off, steps forward to approach the tiny princess . . . and from this new, more intimate distance, it's clear that she's stewing far more than she lets on. it's a sight for sore eyes.   ❛ i don't have t' wonder what i already know. the reasoning, your worshipfulness, is allllllll very simple . . . and it boils down to how you feel about me. because you like me. hell, i'd even go so far as to say you’ve got a little crush on me . . . ❜  who’s serious now?

[flyc4sual]

[clarkgriffon]

ULTIMATE SHIPS CHALLENGE- [1/3] ‘Old married couple’ Ships ↳ “You like me because I’m a scoundrel. There aren’t enough scoundrels in your life.” “I happen to like nice men!” “I’m a nice man.”

[flyc4sual]

@rogucprincess asked: ❛ you think this is a joke ? ❜

he pillars himself with a forearm up against the hatch of the millennium falcon, motioning to himself with his free hand, eyebrows plunging upward to feign his surprise at the accusation. ❛ not at all, your highness . . . i wouldn't dream of cracking jokes at a time like this. ❜ he lilts facetiously, motioning around to the otherwise tranquil scene of his immediate proximity—- his true answer's written in the curvature of his expression, the smirk that leaks into the crevices of his face. better to laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints. eyes lock into hers, scan her waspish expression with an air of complacency, lazily watching her nose pinch into a prominent, chastising, upturned point. and suddenly he has no idea what's more endearing: the fact that she's flirting or the fact that she doesn't even seem to realize it. typical. captain here knows he rouses something in her, if only she'd have the courage to stare the truth in the face. he shakes his head, procuring his wrench from his toolbelt and reaching up to finagle a piece of machinery. ❛ always so quick to get your bloomers in a knot, princess . . . i'm startin' to wonder why that may be. ❜