already my seccond one ;)
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already my seccond one ;)
My first video I always wanted to do one so finally here it is ,)
(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YoNm5mdEnBI)
Phone wallpapers for @agentsiainfitzs hope you like them ;)
Han x Leia Drabble: Till Every Last Star in The Galaxy Dies
Yeah I was so upset seeing all that Han dying gifsets on my dash so I thought....time for another fixit!!!! Enjoy this fluff angst mess!
Han wants to enjoy this. This quiet reunion he was having with his wife. He wants to enjoy the kisses he feels on his neck and shoulders. He wants to savor the feel of her hands on the heated skin of his chest and stomach. He wants to feel complete with him inside her after years apart from her. But he can't. All he could think about is how he was so close to bringing Ben home but he couldn't. The only result was him being thrown across a bridge and knocked unconscious as his head slammed against the console and seeing his son shrink in the distance as he ran. Leia moves to kiss him at the corner of his mouth. "Hey whats wrong," Leia asks him peppering him with kisses, on his cheeks, the scar on his chin which she loves and the fresh cut on his forehead he got from the blow to the head he received, "you're a million miles away...is it your head? Do I need to call Doctor Kalon-" "Why are you showing me love?" Han simply states, "I haven't been the best husband after Ben...and when you asked me to bring him home, I failed....I thought...you stopped..." Leia takes Han's large hand moving it over her bare breast, causing a moan to leave her lips before he rests it where her heart steadily beat. "Feel that," Leia says with her eyes shinning with wonder, her lips upturned in a smirk, "you know that heart beat Han, it's that same heartbeat you know and love because you feel it every time I am around you. The Day I stopped loving you was the day the sun failed to rise," Her smile becomes wider, " and I will love you till every last star in the Galaxy dies..." Han's lips curl upward as his eyes shine with tears, not of pain, or failure but of pure joy and love. Fate had brought him back to the woman he loves and nothing can take that away from him. "I love you Leia," He whispers. "I know Han," Leia whispers back, Han smiling even brighter as the familiar words that had became their thing were spoke, "I know." Their lips touch again, colliding like paritcles that created Stars. This time their kisses are deeper and more profound, conveying nothing but love. And at each kiss, Han feels his doubts melt away.
I voted stay natwidow!
thanks!
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want one?
♗ hanleia
♗: one falling asleep with their head in the other’s lap
Leia never liked the holonet. She much preferred books, the outdoors, and often, even work. Everything was just so cheesy and unrealistic. She’d been through hell and seeing everyone’s lives so picture perfect never made her feel any better.
Everyone said that watching programs helped them escape their problems. Leia had tried and tried to find ways to escape her problems, but they were so ingrained in her mind that it was difficult to escape them.
Except when she was with Han. She could finally sleep at night, curled into his side, his strong arms around her waist. But before going to bed, they would spend an hour or two sitting on the couch, Han watching a ridiculous program, and she would lay across the couch with her head in his lap, reading her book.
He would absentmindedly comb his hands through her hair, massage her scalp, and once he tried to braid it like she did every morning. That one didn’t end well. She truly felt at peace in times like this.
She would hear his throaty chuckle at some lame joke, or he would sit stone faced through a sad scene, not letting his emotions get the best of him.
Every so often, she would be extremely exhausted from her day of political meetings and paperwork, but she would always make time for her husband. Her eyes would fall shut, her book dropping to her chest, and his hands still in her hair.
cute lil prompts or send your own
Are you and fitzsimmmcns picking members for the network this week?
Yes we are the ap closes on friday