hcs for arguing and making up w the star wars boys?
we loved resolved angst
din djarin
din rarely argues; he rarely talks so he rarely argues but when he does, his sentences are short, curt and biting. sure, he's a quiet guy but the things he does say often hold a lot of value.
he doesn't ever want to say anything that will hurt you but underneath all that beskar, and despite his best attempts, he is a human being. he ends up saying things in the heat of the moment that are hurtful and mean and obviously he doesn't mean it, just as much as he knows that you don't mean the things that you're throwing at him either.
the good thing about din is that he will stop the argument before it gets too bad, or goes past the point of no return. nine times out of ten, he is the one who presses pause and makes you both take a minute to calm down.
then, you can talk it out and properly communicate when your anger has passed. he wants nothing more than for both of you to just be happy together, so your arguments are always short.
poe dameron
poe can argue for DAYS. he is stubborn and fierce and fiery and he will literally not crack in an argument.
he hates doing it with you though
especially during times of high tension during the war, he cannot stand to go more than a day before he makes up with you
it kind of gets the better of him sometimes. in the heat of the moment, he'll puff up his chest and act all tough, as though it's not bothering him but the second the argument is over and you've walked away? he's already wanting to run after you and beg for forgiveness - even if you're the one in the wrong
so there's not a lot of time between you and poe arguing and you and poe making up. he always gives you enough space to simmer but as soon as the timing is right, he's willing to talk it out
even if your arguments can get bad, they are a very rare occurrence simply because you're so in sync with each other
finn
finn does not argue. i know these are meant to be argument headcanons but i'm SORRY. finn will simply not argue with his s.o
of course, he will bicker and have heated conversations but he will never, ever let it get past the point where it's an argument
if he feels like things are getting heated, he'll immediately calm them down. sort of similar to din, but he won't even let it become a fight in the first place.
if you don't want to calm down, finn will remove himself from the situation and give you the necessary time to calm down
then he makes a point of having a conversation where you communicate on what went wrong and how you can avoid it happening again
he understands that sometimes, arguments just happen and there's not always something that can stop them happening in future, so if it's just a thing where you agree to disagree? he's cool with that too
han solo
han solo will argue with his own reflection
but he hates arguing with you, mostly because you're the one person in the world he loves most and he doesn't like when you're mad at him
with that said, han is han. he runs his mouth and he's a sarcastic little shit so sometimes, you do get into fights.
i'd say 'despite his best efforts' but they're very mediocre efforts because biting back at people is his form of self-defense; it's how he protects himself from a world that he knows can be bad and sometimes, he does it you
he doesn't mean to and you know that, but it doesn't make it any less annoying
sometimes it's as simple as him making a shitty comment then immediately going wide eyed and going "i am so sorry, i love you, i didn't mean that," yada yada yada
other times, he gets all sulky and walks off but it's literally never more than five minutes before he apologises to you
and the longer you're together, the more infrequent those arguments become
it's just a learning curve that requires a little patience
luke skywalker
luke hates arguing with you and will very rarely do it, but he's also very prideful and quite stubborn
that means you do sometimes have disagreements - sometimes they're small and sometimes they're a bit deeper
he doesn't sweat the small ones too much because he knows that everyone argues and sometimes, it's unavoidable. you're both mature enough to apologise and move on, but when things get more heated, he can be a little childish
it's more in the sense that at first, he refuses to hear you out and insists that he's right, but once you shake a little sense into him, he's always willing to talk
and he'll try his best to make it up to you; flowers, dinner, hugs, doing whatever he knows your love language is to show that he loves you and cares for you
obi-wan kenobi
trying to argue with obi-wan is hard because he's so witty and quick that he manages to make you question your side of the argument
he doesn't mean to. it's just like arguing with a prosecution lawyer who manages to make the defendant question even their own guilt. he's very talented like that.
so the initial arguing stage is always a little heated, especially in matters concerning your well-being or safety because obi will literally not compromise on that and sometimes, you just have to take the L
with other things, once he argues it out and gets it out his system, he calms down and his first port of call is to always talk it out and listen to what you have to say
arguments are very rare with obi-wan anyway
he's a very hard person to argue with, simply because he normally doesn't let them happen
he's always so apologetic afterwards, though - especially if he's realised he's been a bit of a dick
the good thing is you never argue about the same thing twice because he always listens
Summary: Y/N, Chewie, and Han make it to Navarro, where they are looking to find a high paying guild job. Y/N -- being the badass she is -- gets the information Han and Chewie need, but not without a little jealous angst from Han. Queue a fight in the cockpit and a sweet ending!
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You wake up the next day feeling restless. Your feelings got the better of you last night, and your lack of good sleep proved that. As you start to shift to get out of bed, the pain from your ribs shoots you back to reality.
The second day of travel goes by without any major incidents - Han-related or otherwise. You keep mostly to yourself, finishing your repairs and cooking enough food for a week. With Navarro in sight out of the window of the cockpit, you and the crew buckle in for an easy landing. Of all the places in the galaxy you could imagine visiting, of course the first place you go is another sand dune planet. Han and Chewbacca unload the cargo to the delivery point within an hour of landing, proudly boarding the Falcon with more credits than when they left.
“I take it you two got paid well?” you ask, chuckling at how giddy these grown men seem.
You are sprawled out on the couch in the living quarters, changed into your best desert-night-out attire - a matching tan ensemble, exposing your sunkissed arms and a plunging neckline. Your top and pants meet at your hips, covering the bruising that has gotten worse. You are still cradling your side, but the sight of your crew is enough to distract you from the throbbing pain from your ribs.
“Onto the next gig,” Chewie growls happily, stashing his share of credits in a bin he keeps above the couch. “Are you ready to hit the town? I think she’s going to be our secret weapon,” Chewie asks you, turning to Han who looks at you with a hint of concern in his eyes as he realizes you're wearing an outfit that conceals your injury.
“I was born ready, let’s go,” you smile, getting up from your spot on the couch.
Han hands you a communicator and instructs you on how to work it. You place the speaker in your ear and clip the controller around your wrist. Your other bracelets disguise it perfectly. Han and Chewie test their communications before the three of you leave the Falcon.
You follow the pair at a distance that makes it seem you aren’t part of their group. They lead you to the cantina where the guild members tend to hang out. Han and Chewbacca take a seat in a booth close to the entrance. You wait a moment at the door, scanning the crowd for someone who looks like they’d give you the information you need.
“We’ll sit just out of sight while you look for information. Keep your mic hot when you find someone. Once you get the location of the guild meeting, we’ll slip out the front and meet you back at the Falcon when we get a job,” Han chimes in over the comm, his rough voice echoing in your ear.
You don’t respond, as to not indicate to anyone paying attention to you that you are in cahoots with your crew. There. You spot a guild member seated at the bar, keeping a low profile but just buzzed enough that he’s looking for some entertainment.
Approaching the bar, you slyly click your comm’s mic on, making sure not to meet the man’s eyes that you now feel burning on you. You sit down next to him, and order your go-to drink for missions like this - a drink that takes most men by surprise that a lady like you would order it. Whatever that means.
“One fuzzy tauntaun, please,” you say to the bartender, sliding enough credits for the drink and a tip across the bar. You casually toss your hair behind your shoulder, exposing your collarbone and neck to the man seated next to you, still feeling his gaze adjusted on you.
“I would have never pegged you to be a fan of the fuzzy tauntaun,” the man says to you, flashing you a smoldering look.
You smile flirtatiously, knowing that the oldest trick in your book worked once again.
“You seem like too much of a lady to enjoy such a strong drink,” he says, shifting in his seat to get a better view of you.
“I like to keep people on their toes,” you say sweetly, reaching for the drink the bartender placed in front of you, taking a long, slow sip of the fiery alcohol while keeping your gaze on the man in front of you. You feel a familiar set of eyes land on your back. Han. He shifted in the booth to watch you engage with this man, intently observing your body language.
“What is someone as pretty as yourself doing in a place like this?” the man asks, carefully watching your drink release from your lips and land back on the table. “It’s not everyday I get to sit next to the most beautiful woman in the galaxy,” he adds.
What a line. You’ve heard that one before, never sincerely though. Every man uses it with one goal in mind. Hearing it, though, assures you that you’ve picked the right person who will bend just enough to give you the information you need.
“You flatter me,” you squeal, mustering up the most flirtatious tone you can, softly pushing the man’s shoulder away, then moving it to settle closer to you than it was before.
The man flashes a smile as you reel at his compliment, and you linger your touch on his shoulder just long enough to peak his interest. Slowly bringing your hand back to your legs, you respond, “I’m here for the same thing as just about everyone else - a job.” You bat your eyes and smile, as you bring your drink back up to your lips, hovering before you take a sip to ask, “Do you know how I could get a good paying job with the guild as an outsider? I’m new to Navarro, but I’m just passing through looking for work,” you say just softly enough to get the man to lean in even further. You take another long sip, maintaining his gaze.
“I’m not really supposed to say,” the man trails, pausing for a moment, entranced by your presence. You narrow your eyes slightly, willing him to bend.
“The guild only allows outsiders to take jobs at the recommendation of a member,” he says after you slowly move your hand to his knee, still not breaking your gaze on him. You feel Han’s eyes intensify behind you.
“The guild is handing out jobs in 20 minutes three doors south of here. Tell them that Kain Malo sent you, they’ll let you pick from the highest paying gigs,” the man tells you, short of breath because of your touch. You smile at him.
”Kain Malo?” you ask, “Is that your name?” The man smiles and nods, as he takes a sip from his drink. You shift your gaze from his eyes to his mouth and back to his eyes. “It’s the perfect name for a man as handsome as yourself,” you say, hoping to get more out of him. After a moment, you add, “When I get a good gig, I won’t forget your kindness,” sliding your hand up his leg a bit and slowly returning it to his knee. You feel his breath get short and you smile. “I’ll be sure to give you a nice cut as commission.”
“What is your name?” Kain asks, flustered by your advances.
“Nadya,” you smile, giving him a false identity. You extend a hand for him to shake, saying sweetly, “It’s getting late, I should get to the guild meeting.”
“Nadya…” Kain says softly, grabbing your hand and placing it back on his knee, “I’m staying here, at the inn attached to this bar. Room 319. Once you get that job, why don’t you come back and celebrate with me? We could talk about that commission,” Kain trails, his gaze turning seductive. You smile, standing up from the barstool and bringing your hand to rest on his face, softly grazing your thumb over his lips.
“It’ll be a big commission,” you whisper, leaning in so only Kain and your mic can hear. “You know I’m good for it,” you say softly, dragging your hand down his face and to his arm, beginning your walk towards the cantina’s entrance. You turn your head to look at Kain one last time, winking at him before turning to continue walking.
“You two got all of that?” you ask softly over the comm as you walk past the empty booth where Han and Chewie were no longer seated.
“We’re on our way to the guild now,” Han huffs over the comm.
“You’re good at this,” Chewie growls over the comm, his voice cloaked in awe.
“Let’s plan to meet back at the Falcon in an hour or so,” you announce over the comm, turning to find the Navarro Union headquarters. “I need to turn my comm off for a bit, but I will check in when I’m on my way back,” you say.
“Whatever,” says an annoyed Han. You switch your comm off as you walk down the stairs to the Union’s headquarters.
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You slip through the back of the room of the Union’s headquarters, being careful not to distract from the dealing of missions that have already started. While you couldn’t accept any due to your probation, you wanted to make contacts at this location for future use.
Shit. Your side reminds you of its injury. You are in the most pain you’ve ever felt. After the assignments are over, you’ll go see the Union nurses.
Watching the slides of targets get dealt out among the members, you shudder when the last target is introduced. It’s Kain, the man you just swindled back at the cantina.
“This final target is at the top of the most wanted list for the Union of Navarro. We’ve confirmed he is currently on-planet but do not know much more about his whereabouts or what he plans to do,” the Sister continues. You stand up, requesting to interject.
“Excuse me, Sister. My name is Y/N, I’m a Union member from Tatooine, recently turned interplanetary. My member ID is K-2199.” The Sister nods, allowing you to continue. “I made contact with this target about 10 minutes ago in the cantina down the road. From our conversation, he is under the impression I will be joining him in his inn suite later tonight. I have no intentions of visiting him, as I gave him a false identity and only needed him to tell me the location of the guild meeting,” you say, aware the entire room has turned to your attention. “I cannot accept a mission at this time, but I have his location - room 319 of the inn attached to the cantina. You can use my false identity as an alibi for getting close to him. I told him my name was Nadya.”
“Thank you, Y/N. Damasa, you will lead this mission. We must act quick, form a team with Sister Lor to make a plan,” the Sister says. “That will be all for missions tonight, please stay around if you wish. Y/N, will you come see me?”
You make your way to the front of the room, being greeted by smiling members and choruses of thank yous. When you reach the Sister, she takes your hands.
“Sister Carrie informed the interplanetary council of your updated status as a member. I’m pleased to make your acquaintance, and even more thankful for the information you gathered about the target. Is there anything you require while you are on Navarro?” the Sister asks, with genuine appreciation in her face.
“Thank you for such a warm welcome,” you say. “I sustained a bad injury several days ago, and was hoping to meet with a Union nurse if possible.”
“Of course, right this way,” the Sister says, ushering you to the medical corridor.
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“Well, Y/N, it looks like you have three broken ribs and severe bruising. I’m glad you came in when you did,” the nurse says, giving you a concerned smile. “I think the best course would be a bacta shot.”
You wince. Bacta shots, though the most effective medicine, are also the most intense of remedies. You agree to the nurse’s suggestion, and she prepares the shot.
“I heard about what happened to you on Tatooine,” the nurse says, distracting you as she injects the shot just below your ribs in your abdomen. “I also heard that your injury was nothing compared to what that trooper got,” she smiles, impressed by you.
“He got it much worse, that’s for sure,” you chuckle, as you pull your shirt back down over your ribs.
“Now, this shot has some side effects,” the nurse cautions, as she disposes of the syringe. “It’s going to start affecting you in about thirty minutes. You might feel dizzy, maybe feel a bit of a high. You shouldn’t operate any machinery or drink any alcohol. The best way to endure the side effects is to go to sleep. You understand?”
“Yes,” you agree, this was not the first time you had a bacta shot. The nurse grabs a few supplies and throws them in a bag, handing it to you.
“What is this?” you ask, seeing she had given you four bacta shots, an assortment of bandages, and some other medicines. “I can’t accept this.”
“Of course you can. You are one of this Union’s best fighters. Now, more than ever, you need to be protected,” she says, earnestly. “Is there anything else we can help you with?”
“Thank you,” you smile, doubting her compliment is remotely true. The best Union fighters wouldn’t be on probation. “I’d like to purchase something from the armory. I’ve recently joined a crew of smugglers and think it’s time to get something a bit more serious than my staff,” you chuckle.
The nurse leads you to the armory, where you pick out a small hand knife and a belt. You attach the belt just under your chest, with the knife in it’s slot at the center of your back. You cover your new weapon with your shirt and pay the fee to the armory.
You thank the members for their kindness, and start your journey back to the Falcon, hoping you get there before the side-effects of your shot kick in. You check the communicator for any messages you missed from Han or Chewie. There weren’t any, so you go back online to send an update.
“I’m back online. Be back at the ship in five minutes,” you click over the comm. You don’t get a response. You figure the two were still bargaining for a job and you’d beat them back to the Falcon.
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“You’re late,” Han huffs, not even looking up at you as you enter the common room. Chewie is seated next to him at the game table, seeming happy to see you.
“What do you mean? I didn’t think we had anywhere to be,” you ask, genuinely confused at Han’s hostility.
“You said we’d meet back here in an hour. You’re late,” Han says, still not meeting your eyes. You check your watch. You’re six minutes past the suggested rendezvous time.
“Six minutes, Solo. I’m six minutes past a loose timeframe I set,” you say, matching his annoyed mood. “Was the lead right?” you ask the two of them, hoping there was some good news.
“Yes, we got the highest paying job. A delivery to Han’s friend,” Chewie growled proudly.
“That’s great,” you respond, genuinely happy you were able to help out your crew.
“Not great,” Han huffs, standing from the table, finally meeting your gaze.
“But, Chewie said it was the highest paying and it’s for a friend? That seems like the perfect job,” you say, furrowing your brows together at Han.
“He’s not my friend,” Han says, pausing for a moment as if to determine who this person was to him. “It’s complicated. But I know he’s going to try to shortchange us. It’s not an easy job.” Han breaks your gaze and paces over to the desk across the room.
“Don’t be so dramatic. We’ve dealt with Lando thousands of times, we can do it again,” Chewie grumbles. “I’m going to bed,” he announces a moment later, giving you a pat on the shoulder before disappearing into his quarters.
You set the bag of supplies the Union gave you down on the game table, looking in Han’s direction trying to get a read on him. He’s sitting in the desk chair with his back to you. His left ankle is resting on his right knee, while his hand holds his chin. He’s clearly thinking about… something. Suddenly, without warning, Han shoots up from the chair and storms to the cockpit. The mechanic squeak of the cockpit door opening and closing echoes through the Falcon.
You roll your eyes, and start to head to your room. You stop before pushing the door open, and turn quickly on your heel. You march after Han and fling the door to the cockpit open. Han jumps in his seat but does not turn to face you.
“Hey!” you yell. “Want to tell me what that was about, Solo?” you ask angrily. You’re not sure why him being a jerk set you off. Maybe it’s because he was rude, maybe it was the bacta shot rushing through your veins, or maybe it was the fact that he didn’t even say thank you for getting him the information he needed.
“I don’t want to talk, Y/N. I’m in a bad mood,” Han huffs, still not facing you. You move to the front of the cockpit in between the pilot chairs to be in his sight.
“Good, I’m going to talk then,” you huff back. “Did I do something to piss you off? Because from where I’m standing, it seems like you should be thanking me for getting you the information you needed to get the highest paying job on this planet.”
You’re livid. You don’t even care that he didn’t say thank you. You’re more upset about being subjected to his rollercoaster of emotions - a ride you’d rather not be on. Han’s eyes finally dare to meet yours.
“I told you, I don’t want to talk,” Han says gruffly, shooting up, turning to the side wall of the cockpit to mess with some buttons. You follow him to the side, staying in the center aisle of the cockpit, but still within range of his sight if he dared to look at you again.
“It seems my intelligence gathering skills will be feeding us for the next month,” you shoot at him, wanting to strike a nerve.
You were looking for an answer to what you did wrong. The only way to get that out of him was to push him. Han quickly turned around to face you, a look of bewilderment painted on his face.
“I think you’re giving yourself too much credit,” Han sneers, stepping closer to you. “Your skills,” he mumbles, shaking his head, meeting your eyes once again. “It seems like all it took for that guy to bend is a pretty face willing to sleep with him.” Han huffs, taking another step towards you, allowing only inches between your bodies. “Judging from the fact you turned off your comm for an hour, and, not to mention, the look of satisfaction in your eyes, seems like all it took for you to bend was a little sweet talk.”
It feels like a balloon is swelling in your chest, ready to pop. You are angry - no, upset? - that Han would even think you would be so reckless to sleep with someone while they were off job hunting based on information you gave them. Han stands in front of you, not moving, set in his convictions.
“You’re one to talk!” you yell at him. “Fuck you,” you whisper after a moment, shoving him back as you take a few steps towards the door of the cockpit.
“Tell me I’m wrong, then,” Han taunts, stopping you in your tracks and causing you to turn around. Regaining your voice, you catch his eyes.
“I don’t have to tell you anything, remember?” you hiss, bringing up the only condition that you really cared about.
Han rolls his eyes, his body language tensing more.
“You really think that little of me? That I would be so naive to sleep with a strange man I just met on a planet I’ve never been to before?” you shoot at him.
You shake your head, laughing, at how dumb this fight is. Han looks at you, confused. Your expression turns serious once more.
“You might think you know me, Solo. Like every other man in this entire galaxy, you must think that I’m a flirt, that I’m easy, that I’d sleep with the first guy to call me beautiful,” you pause, watching your words pain him. “I don’t care if that’s what you think of me. I care that you would think I’d turn off my comms for-” you pause for a second, before changing directions. “I need you to know that I’m in this. I’m part of the crew. You and Chewbacca are my priorities. I would never do anything to jeopardize that.”
Han watches you for a second. He starts to open his mouth to say something, but closes it again. You sigh. You’re not sure what you want from him at this point.
“I need you to tell me when I piss you off. I don’t like it when you’re mad at me,” you say, softly. Han says nothing. There’s nothing left to say. You turn on your heel and leave the cockpit, retreating to your room.
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Han stands in the cockpit, looking at the place where you just told him off. He didn’t know why he was in such a bad mood. You were right, tonight was a success. After a moment of processing, he decides to go after you.
He stops cold at your door. What am I going to say?, he thinks, taking a step back from your room.
“What are you doing?” you ask, faintly. Han turns around to see you sitting on the ground, leaning against the couch.
“What are you doing?” he asks, crouching down next to you, a look of worry across his face. “Why are you on the ground?”
“I couldn’t make it to the couch,” you say, trying to adjust yourself to sit up straighter. The bacta was working, alright. You tried to make it to your bed, but you felt dizzy and needed to sit. The ground seemed like the best place to go. “You didn’t answer my question, Solo.”
Han smiled slightly, though his eyes were still worried.
“I didn’t get to ask- I wanted to know how your side was,” he said, stumbling over his words. He gently starts to untuck your shirt from your pants, careful not to accidentally brush your bruises. You catch his hand before he can lift your shirt.
“Stop,” you say. “I can do it.”
Han moves back slightly, giving you room to move. You unbuckle your new weapons belt from under your shirt, placing it on the couch behind you. Han’s eyebrows raise, curious as to how long you’ve had that.
“It’s new,” you shrug, answering his question.
You use Han’s shoulder to help you stand. Han carefully spots you until he’s sure you can stand by yourself. You turn to face him, lifting your shirt just enough to show the blotchy yellow bruise that shows you’re healing. Han’s eyebrows furrow as he examines your side, noticing the point where the bacta shot was injected, softly brushing his thumb across your side. You reel at the touch; not because it is painful, but because it is dangerous. You quickly lower your shirt, forcing Han’s hand off of your skin.
“A bacta shot?” Han asks quietly, meeting your eyes, realizing his judgement of your satisfied look was from the medicine and not a one night stand.
“Guess you figured out where I was tonight,” you huff, grabbing your weapons belt and starting to walk across the room to your door.
“Y/N…,” Han falters. You feel his gaze on you and your stomach churns.
“It doesn’t matter, Solo,” you say, pausing briefly before entering your room, locking the door behind you.
Falling into your bed for the night, you can still feel his touch on your stomach. You touch the spot a few times, making sure his finger wasn’t still there. The pit in your stomach grows, sending a warmth through your body, aching for Han.
No, you think. This can’t happen.
You try to recall the nasty fight you just had with him, his glares, his arrogance. It all comes to mind in a rose-colored facade. Fuck. Before you know it, the bacta effects overcome you to sleepiness. The medicine distracts you from the allure of one Han Solo, just long enough for you to get a full night’s sleep.
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Pairing: Han Solo x Reader
Warnings: None
Summary: Reader is traveling with Han and Chewbacca who’ve had to travel to Batuu on business. Normally Reader doesn’t mind going wherever the Falcon takes them. Except this particular day happens to be Reader’s birthday and they are not looking forward to spending it being ordered around by a certain Captain.
It was a warm sunny day on Batuu. As usual, the rocky paths that wound their way through the Black Spire Outpost were packed with off-worlders. Some were stocking up for their next and much longer galactic journey to another spaceport. Mostly, the Outpost was host to smugglers, traders and any other such people who might want to avoid hyperspace travel and the Imperial check points. Han had told you and Chewbacca that you were just there for some simple refueling yourselves, but neither you nor the Wookie believed him.
“Now don’t you two go wandering off!” The Captain of the Millenium Falcon warned while your trio shuffled along the crowded streets.
“Where would we go?” You complained. “I can hardly move an inch right now.”
“I know you.” Han quipped. “You’ll find a way.”
“If we’re just here for refueling why are we heading away from the port?” You questioned.
“I have one or two small things to take care of while we’re here.” He said, keeping his eyes facing front.
You looked up at Chewbacca who towered over the majority of the crowd. You could tell by his expression he hadn’t been listening to you and Han. Instead, he’d been watching the other ne’er-do-wells of Batuu. So you continued following Han, wondering how long it would be before he explained what his plan was. As the path you were on opened to a wider town center, the crowd around you began to disperse. There was finally space between you and the next person. You could stretch your arms, swing them about if you wanted to.
“Meet me at Olga’s in thirty minutes.” Han ordered.
“What happened to no wandering off?” You hissed.
“That was just for you.” He explained as if it were obvious. “Chewy look after [Y/N] for me, will ya? Don’t give me that look. I’ll be right back.” There was a growl of disapproval from Chewbacca but Han stalked off anyway.
“This is the worst birthday ever!” You shouted after him.
“Can you believe him?” You asked Chewbacca, who said nothing. “Feel like doing some shopping?” The Wookie shrugged, indicating he didn’t have a preference either way. “Well, it’s better than waiting at the Cantina for another thirty minutes so c’mon.”
You supposed you should be used to this sort of behavior from your Captain by now. Although affectionate in his own little ways, Han Solo had a tendency to be, for lack of a better word, selfish. He had a one-track mindset and would get laser focused on one task to the point where it became all consuming. You guessed his plans on Batuu were just one of those things. He wouldn’t be able to think clearly until he finished the task he’d set for himself.
With Chewbacca following closely, you perused the various stalls and stands that lined the town center. There were baubles and trinkets from all across the galaxy. Even from a distance you could identify stoneware, textiles, and even what you were certain were black market weapons. One cart featured an elderly man peddling what looked like blue and green milk.
What really caught your eyes though, was a shimmering green gemstone not too far away. The stone sparked under Batuu’s sun. It was a deep green that reminded you of the waters on your home world. It wasn’t particularly large and it was set in a plain white metal as a pendant, but you absolutely loved it.
“Isn’t it beautiful Chewy?” You whispered to the Wookie beside you. Chewbacca was once again indifferent. You rolled your eyes at the Wookie before asking the vendor for a price. Your heart sank as you realized it was far more credits than you had in your possession. You thanked the vendor and continued browsing even though you knew you’d never find anything as magnificent.
It wasn’t long before your time was up. You left the market empty handed. Chewbacca guided you towards Olga’s Cantina. At least there were some benefits to traveling with a Wookie. Not only did they have premium vantage points, but they could also part a crowd quickly and were excellent navigators. Though that last point may have just been Chewbacca, you weren’t exactly sure.
At the entrance to the cantina, Chewy signaled for you to wait outside. He wanted to go in and assess the situation first. You wanted to argue, having been to Olga’s several times without incident bur you stopped yourself because you’d also been to plenty of places with Han that had quickly turned into an incident of the Captain’s creation. You agreed to wait outside as Chewbacca slipped in.
After a few minutes you’d just about had enough waiting. It shouldn’t take that long to scope out a small circular bar. You moved your trigger hand to hover over your blaster. You pushed open the door of the cantina and crashed right into Han.
“You’re supposed to be waiting outside.” He snapped.
“Well, I got tired of waiting.” You snapped back.
“Can’t you just once do what your told?” Han sighed. “C’mon, I was coming to get you anyway. Our table is over here.” Han placed a hand on your elbow and gently dragged you over to an alcove where you knew one of the larger tables was. You were completely surprised to see so many familiar faces at the table when you arrived.
Luke Skywalker was there in his best set of jedi robes. He was nursing a glass of blue milk. His sister Leia sat next to him. She seemed to be discussing something in a hushed tone with Chewbacca. Lando Calrissian smiled the widest and the brightest when he saw you approaching. You didn’t really know why, both other than Chewy, Lando had always been your favorite of Han’s friends.
“What are you all doing here?” You asked.
“Celebrating your birthday of course!” Leia smiled.
“Han told us that on your home planet birthdays are a big deal.” Luke explained.
“So we all agreed to get together on neutral ground.” Lando added.
“Wow, I…Thank you.” Was all you could say. “You did all this for…” But as you looked to thank Han, you realized he’d disappeared again.
“He’ll be back.” Leia insisted. “For now, sit with us and let’s catch up. What have the three of you been up to?” She looked between you and Chewbacca as you sat down.
“Hey [Y/N]/” You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to see that Han had returned.
“Hey, where have been?” You questioned. Han straddled the seat next to you.
“More errands.” He explained. “Say people give gifts for birthdays on your planet right?”
“Yeah most of the time.” You nodded. “Bringing everyone here was such a great gift.”
“That’s not you gift.” Han sounded slightly offended. He reached into the pocket his vest and removed a small pouch. “This is.” Han dropped the pouch into your hand. “Go on, open it.” He said impatiently.
“Okay, I am!” You laughed at his urgency. You untied the drawstrings on the bag and peaked inside. It was some type of jewelry. You reached inside the bag and removed a necklace. Not just any necklace, the same one you saw in the market earlier. “Oh Han…”
“It’s okay right?” Han asked nervously. “I mean I don’t know much about this kind of stuff and I know it’s not much…”
“I love it, Han!” You promised. “And I love you!”
“Love me, huh?” Han leaned back in his seat. He was teasing you now, but the relief on his face was obvious. “I can’t wait to see what you come up with for my birthday then.”
a/n: i added some extra scenes with han and the reader, just to kind of show how their relationship grew? :)
request: could I request a han x reader where the reader is Leia’s adopted sister and she goes to find Obi Wan on Tatooine and meets Han when her, Obi Wan and Luke are looking for a ride to Alderaan (like in a new hope) but the reader is really confident and sarcastic with Han
requested by: anon
Y/N paused, lingering by the entrance to a cave. She’d searched many before, wandering the desert of Tatooine, but something about this one called to her. She knew it had to be Obi-Wan Kenobi’s home.
She stepped inside, finding a figure stooped over a chest, and a younger blonde sitting beside him. The blonde, about Y/N’s age, peered at her curiously.
“Master Kenobi?” Y/N ignored the looks from the boy, knowing the hood drawn over her eyes blocked his vision of her anyway. After a moment, the man turned around, silent. She pulled down her hood, revealing her face and hair. “Master Kenobi, we need your assistance. My sister, Princess Leia Organa, has been captured by the Empire.”
The boy spoke up, blurting out an answer and immediately blushing afterward. “We’re already planning to go rescue the princess!”
Y/N turned her gaze to him, chewing her lip. “Excellent. I will accompany you on your journey.”
Obi-Wan Kenobi, eyes showing off his amusement, said nothing, simply nodding. She turned her back to them and stepped off to another section of the home, leaving them alone. She needed time to consider her plan of attack now that she had Kenobi to help her.
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Y/N raised her eyebrows, smirking. “You really think your ship is that good?”
“I know it is.” the man leaned back, furrowing his eyebrows in response. “Why, have you got something better?”
“Not now,” Y/N said, smiling. “But give me a few hours in that junkyard over there and I could create ten ships, all better than yours.”
“Y/N.” Obi-Wan gave her a stern warning look. “Watch your tongue,” he murmured. “We need this ship.”
“Sorry, Ben.” Y/N gave him an apologetic look, crossing her arms. “Smugglers like him get me all riled up.”
Han wrinkled his nose. “Smuggler? Watch what you say, kid.”
Y/N fingered the trigger of her blaster, staring him down. “I’d be careful what you say next, Solo.”
“Anyway.” Luke looked pointedly at both Han and Y/N. “You say you can get us there?”
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“What’s your story, sweetheart?”
Y/N easily shoved Han’s hands off of her shoulders with enough force that he was knocked back somewhat, continuing to sort the papers in front of her.
“Name’s Y/N Organa, princess of Alderaan. You really want to mess with that?”
“Ah, so you’re a princess-” Han turned her around, smirking at her. “A damsel in distress-”
Y/N wrapped her hands around his arms easily and twisted him, pinning his arms behind his back. She leaned up and whispered into his ear.
“I could kill you in nine different ways right now, each one more painful than the rest. Are you going to shut up or what?”
Han tried not to show how flustered he was. Despite how easily he could fake it, charming people had never come easily to him. “I’ll shut my mouth. I know who not to mess with, ya know.” He paused as Y/N let him go, pushed him across the room, and returned to her work like nothing had happened. “And how come you ended up on Tatooine?”
“Work business,” Y/N said absentmindedly, studying a worn paper in front of her. “Diplomatic stuff. I wouldn’t bother to explain it to you, you couldn’t understand if you tried.”
“Enlighten me.” Han leaned on a control panel and accidentally pressed a few buttons. He brushed it off, trying to act like nothing had happened. “What does your country need from a desert boy and an old homeless man?”
“You need to learn when to shut your mouth.” Y/N frowned at him. “For your information, Ben was a powerful Jedi. I needed his assistance to get my sister back.”
Han grinned to himself. “Sister, huh? That would be the princess that’s captured right now?”
“You catch on quick.” she rolled her eyes, pushing aside the paper and moving onto the next one. “Uh-huh, that one. I need to get her back.”
Han walked over once more. “I like your spirit. Chewie and I could use someone like that around here.”
“If you’re offering me a job, or some sort of position on your weird spaceship- I don’t have the time. I’m a princess. I have things to do, unlike some people.”
Han frowned, not showing his hurt or disappointment. “Hm. Didn’t need someone like you anyway. Too much of an attitude.”
As he began to walk out, head down, he heard Y/N call out to him.
“You said you liked my spirit and needed someone like me around.”
“I changed my mind!”
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“You’re such an idiot!” Y/N grabbed the blaster out of his hand and jumped out, shooting all of the Stormtroopers squarely in the face before shoving the gun back into his chest, grabbing her own weapon from one of the dead troopers.
“Where’d you learn to do that?” Han gaped at her for a long moment before following her lead, letting her protect him.
They stopped before turning a corner, knowing an army of Stormtroopers were on the other side. Y/N stopped him from going ahead with a gentle hand on his chest.
“You are not getting us killed,” she whispered with narrowed eyes. “Stay here and wait for my cue.”
“I don’t see why you’re in charge!”
“Because I’m the one who can keep us alive!” Y/N pushed him back against the wall and held him there as she glanced around the corner, checking how many Stormtroopers were waiting.
Han pushed out of her grip. “I don’t think that’s fair!”
“You’re the worst.” Y/N grabbed his arms once more and pinned them above his head, not letting him escape. Before he could argue, she shut her eyes and pressed her lips to his for a brief moment, making Han let out a surprised gasp.
When they separated, a flustered Han stuttered over his words. She patted his cheek.
“That’s one for the road. Now shut up and follow my lead.”
Summary: Poor Y/N is just looking for an easy day after a night full of fighting stormtroopers. Unfortunately for her, the fight is not quite over. Besides, an annoyingly handsome Han Solo just seems to keep showing up wherever she's at... and this time with an offer she might not be able to refuse!
Warnings: another stormtrooper fight, blasters, bruises, Chewie swearing
word count: 2,484
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The next morning you wake up sore. Your side is starting to turn an ugly shade of green, but you welcome it. Green is your favorite color, and you don’t get to see much of it in the desert. After spending the morning at the daycare, you are instantly in a better mood than the previous night. Something about being around foundlings has always made you feel at ease. Your day is wide open until later in the evening -- when the Union meets.
Walking down one of the main streets, you figured you would stop at your favorite bakery for more bread. Baba is an older woman who has owned the store since she was your age. Everyone loves Baba, but to you, she is like a grandmother. Every day, you walk past her booth and she yells at you for not eating enough, offers you bread, and refuses your payment. It is quite an honor for her to treat you like this. She isn’t kind to everyone, despite being one of the highest esteemed community members on Tatooine. As you turn down the path that leads to her storefront, you stop cold in your tracks. The trooper from last night. Harassing Baba.
“Where is she?! Huh?! Tell me, you old bat, I know you know who I’m talking about!” he shouts at Baba, who is huddled behind the kiosk countertop. Suddenly, a rush of adrenaline overcomes you and you start sprinting towards the trooper.
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“Hey, Chew, look it’s your friend,” Han says, as the pair turns the corner in search of a junkyard for some parts. There you were, sprinting down the street.
“Hey, loser! Leave her alone,” you shout, crouching down to help Baba up and into the store where you instruct her to lock the door. The rest of the street comes to a silent hush as other storekeepers and customers follow suit and hide in the buildings.
“Can’t seem to get enough of me, huh?” you taunt the trooper. “Seems like I did a real number on that handsome face of yours last night, you sure you want a second round?” The trooper grunts as he lunges at you.
“Leave her be!” Han shouts. Chewie growls, pulling Han back before he can insert himself in the situation.
“Solo, go away, this isn’t your fight,” you shout back, annoyed that you now have an audience. You swerve the trooper’s advancements, sweeping his legs out from underneath him causing him to land on his back.
“It’s embarrassing how bad you are at this,” you huff at the trooper. “I have no tolerance for men that harass innocent people. You’ve picked on the wrong person, soldier.”
The trooper reaches for his blaster, aiming to shoot at you. Before he can even turn off the safety, you’ve kicked it out of his hands. The trooper lunges for it, regaining whatever was left of his balance. You reach for it too, sending it flying down the street without even touching it.
“What can I say, I’m a sucker for a fair fight,” you say as you bat your eyes.
“Jedi scum,” huffs the trooper, standing now, ready to charge you.
He hits your side - in the same exact place he struck you last night - and you topple to the ground. Okay, that time I definitely heard a crack. Without a second thought, you spring back up to catch his fist, flipping him to the ground and pinning him down with all the strength left in your body in one motion.
“I’m no Jedi. A Jedi would show mercy. You won’t be getting any of that from me. I know who you are, TK-079. I know everything about you. You’re a bully. I hate bullies,” you sneer at him, fear growing on his face.
You reach for the blaster again, and it comes flying into your hand like a moth to light. You slam the butt of it up onto his chin, in the same place as last night. An eye for an eye, you think, as you start to feel the pain bubble up in your side, this time at a higher intensity. The trooper is knocked out cold. For a moment, you feel peace.
Han and Chewbacca come running up to you. Shit. How much of that did they hear?
“Seems like he came back for round two really thinking he would win,” Chewie chuckled. You look up at him, noticing the noise beginning to resume on the street as people come out from their hiding.
“Can you pick him up for me?” you ask Chewie, not wanting to draw any more attention to the fight that just played out. Chewbacca hoists the trooper over his shoulder. “Through there,” you point at the tunnel leading to an alley. Han stays put, still processing what he just witnessed. “Solo, come on,” you urge, picking up the trooper’s blaster and tugging on Han’s sleeve.
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“Well, I’m starting to think I need to practice my combat a little more, what do you think Chewie?” Han dramatically announces as the three of you and the unconscious trooper enter the alley.
“You can put him down right here, thank you,” you tell Chewbacca, ignoring Han’s comment. “Solo, destroy the blaster, down there,” you instruct, handing Han the gun and pointing further down the alley. He looks at you with a face of bewilderment.
“You want me to destroy this perfectly fine blaster? No. No, I can’t do that, that would be sacrilegious. Clearly, you won that fight, you should keep it,” Han rebuttals, extending the blaster to you.
“No, I don’t want it. I don’t like guns. Destroy it, or keep it - whatever, I want it out of my sight,” you grunt, as you try to figure out which door in the alley belongs to the Resistance.
You know the mission already went sideways, it would be too risky to let the trooper get away again. Just deliver him to Resistance officers to arrest, and then deal with whatever consequence the Union is sure to dream up.
“Wha- You don’t like guns? I don’t get you. You go and pick fights with stormtroopers and then won’t even use a gun? That’s all they know how to do -- point and shoot!” Han says, bewilderedly. He shudders. “I don’t want to keep the blaster of a dead stormtrooper.”
“He’s not dead!” you whisper-shout at him. “Look, I don’t know what you think you heard, but I do not go picking fights with stormtroopers,” you huff. “Chewie, can you destroy the blaster?”
Chewbacca and Han move further down the alley to deal with the gun as you knock on the door of the Resistance office. You explain what happened to the Resistance officer and they gratefully take the unconscious man into custody. Venturing down the alley, you find Chewbacca and Han hovered over the smoking blaster.
“See, that wasn’t so hard,” you huff, as you squeeze past them to reemerge on the main street.
“A perfectly good blaster,” Han mumbles, following you to the street with Chewie right behind.
“What were you two even doing over here, the cantina isn’t remotely close,” you ask annoyedly, wondering what stars-forsaken reason you had company on a botched mission. Not botched. Just... improvised.
“We’re looking for a new junkyard to find parts at. Han got us banned from our usual dealer,” Chewbacca growls, clearly annoyed with Han.
“It was not my fault! That guy was a lunatic. Trying to upsell pieces of junk,” Han argued back.
“My roommate’s friend owns a junkyard near my house. I’ll show you. I can probably get you a good deal… a sort of thank you for helping me back there,” you offer, genuinely thankful there was at least someone with the muscle power to help bring the trooper out of the street. Even without an injured side, you would have struggled to do it yourself.
Argh, my side. The pain swells up. You look down to see the exposed skin peeking out of your top become even more discolored, and hope that it will subside in a couple days.
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The three of you walk up the street leading to the junkyard in silence. Estrella, although part of the Union, seems to take the attachment rule with a grain of salt. She has been secretly dating Brendol, who owns the junkyard you are taking Han and Chewie to. Brendol is a piece of work. You can’t fathom why Estrella would break this rule for him.
“Hi Brendol, I brought you some business,” you announce as you enter the shop, the bell above the door chiming. Brendol looks up from his book, underwhelmed. “This is Chewbacca and Han Solo. They’re looking for some parts.” Turning to Han and Chewie, you gesture to the yard. “I’ll leave you boys to it.”
“Do you speak Wookiee?” Chewbacca asks Brendol, who looks somewhat more enthusiastic.
“Yes,” Brendol responds, somewhat relieved when he realizes he’ll only have to deal with Chewbacca as Han stays back in the shop. Word seemed to have gotten around about Han’s scuffle with the other junkyard owner.
Making your way to the opposite side of the shop from Han, you begin tinkering with parts of a droid that needs repair. Han’s gaze is steady on you as you work with your back to him. You feel him just standing there. Watching you.
“Enjoying the view?” you ask annoyed, as you turn to meet his gaze from across the shop. He continues to stare as you work with the parts in your hand. You walk to the counter where he is leaning, purposefully placing yourself with as much distance the tiny shop will allow between you.
“What do you want?” you finally huff, placing the parts down on the counter with a clang. You don’t dare meet his eyes. He’s already gotten to know you enough in the past 24 hours than anyone else has.
“Just… thinking,” Han responds coyly. “You know, Chewie and I were talking. You’re a great fighter. You clearly know what you're doing around parts,” he says, gesturing to the droid you’ve nearly fixed. “Chewie told me a few other things about you, too.”
“Like what?” you ask, trying to sound bored rather than panicked. You finally turn to meet his gaze. He hasn’t stopped looking at you since the three of you arrived at the junkyard.
“Like how you’re loyal, how you have so much more to offer than what this crummy planet deserves...,” he trails. “How you should join us on the Falcon’s crew.” You freeze. He can’t be serious.
“You’re crazy, Solo. You don’t even know me and you're asking me to fly away with you?”
“With us. It was Chewie’s idea,” he clarifies. “You’re right, I don’t know you. But Chewie knows you enough to trust you and that says a lot to me.” He pauses for a moment, contemplating what to say next. “I know you don’t know me, but Chewie trusts me. So that must mean something to you, too,” Han argues. You search his gaze for some sort of sign as to why he’s asking you. You come up with nothing.
“What do you do?” Han asks, interrupting your thoughts.
“What?”
“What do you do for a living? Here on Tatooine. What do you do?” Han asks.
“I’m a daycare teacher,” you respond. He laughs.
“Right. I’m supposed to believe you're a teacher? None of my teachers ever knew how to throw a punch like you do,” Han says, shaking his head in disbelief.
“I learned how to fight when I was a waitress a few years back,” you say, not completely lying. Maz thought it would be good for you to know how to fight when you got your first job working in the cantina. “You don’t have to believe anything I say,” you continue, “But of all the jobs I could lie about having, why would I choose being an underpaid teacher?”
“Fine,” Han says, putting his hands up in the air as a surrender. “I believe you. I just don’t think you’re telling me the whole truth,” Han falters, as if he’s considering whether or not to say what he says next. “I just think someone like you is wasting your potential staying here. Come with us or don’t, that’s up to you. But this planet… this planet doesn’t deserve you.”
Han holds your gaze, a little longer than you would like. The shouting match between Chewie and Brendol ends the moment as quickly as it came.
“Y/N, would you tell your friend the Wookiee that I will not go lower than 400 credits for these parts,” Brendol whines as he returns to his spot behind the counter.
“Y/N, you tell this puny man that he knows that price is bullshit,” Chewbacca cries, carrying a load of parts in his arms to the counter. Han leans himself against the doorframe, entertained that you are put in the middle of Chewie’s bargaining negotiations instead of him.
“Brendol, come on. 400 credits? Cut it down to 200, I’m cashing in on my favor,” you say firmly, planting your hands on the counter so you face him square on.
“What favor do I owe you for exactly?” Brendol sneers, certain you have nothing of value for him to fold on.
“Two months ago, you told Rella you were going to visit your mother on Corellia, but I know for a fact and have evidence that you went to Canto Bight and spent all of your savings on gambling. I haven’t told Rella because I care too much about her, but I’m starting to think it might be better for her to know…,” you counter, knowing this is enough for him to fold.
Brendol pauses, seeming to process the information you just told him. Han and Chewie exchange an entertained look.
“Fine, 200 credits,” Brendol grunts.
“150, I just fixed this droid,” you shoot back, hitting a wire that makes the D-O unit reel to life. Brendol looks defeated but agrees. Chewie cries a coo of delight, happily paying 150 credits for the parts he needs.
“See ya later, Brendol!” you sing, as you leave the shop, passing by an impressed Han Solo on your way through the door.
As the pair meets you outside of the shop, you know this is goodbye. As tempting of an offer Han made, it is not enough to get you to leave Tatooine. Not wanting you to decide so quickly, Han places a hand on your shoulder.
“Just think about what I said. We leave tomorrow at sunset.”
You nod, with your mind already made up and turn to give Chewie a hug. You watch for a moment as they walk away, back through town and to their ship. You sigh, as you know your day is far from over. Rough day.
Chapter 1: What’s a girl got to do around here to get a drink?
author’s note: hi y’all!!!!! here it is, my very own Han Solo x y/n fic :) I wrote this purely for my own entertainment, but want to share it because I feel that Han deserves some more loving from y/n! it features strong, effortless, Force-sensitive y/n (who I tried to make as neutral as possible so everyone can relate to her). this will be a multi-chapter fic, so i’m planning to post every friday! hope you like it okay bye <3
Summary: Y/N is part of a secret all-female community protection squad known as The Union, an organization that broke away from both the Jedi and Sith to promote the Force use in a more balanced manner -- and to help fight the war on the home front. When Y/N finds herself completing a mission in the cantina, her past catches up with her as a familiar furry face enters the bar with his smug -- yet annoyingly handsome -- co-pilot.
[word count: 2923]
CW: drinking, drugs/roofie, (badass) fighting
*gif is from @star-wars-is-life & is exactly what I imagined Chewie to be doing this entire chapter*
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“Stars, I love this job,” whispered Estrella, to which you returned with a knowing smirk in the corner of the cantina. It was probably the best job a woman like you could have in all of the galaxy. Neither side of the war - Empire or Resistance - allowed women in their ranks, so being part of the Union was the closest thing you had to making a real difference in the galaxy.
The Union first originated as a break off group from the Jedi Order during the Clone Wars. There was not a place for women who were force sensitive, thus the founding members of the Union created a secret society of women warriors on every planet to fight for communities of the downtrodden. Living on Tatooine, you knew there were plenty of downtrodden and plenty of men trying to take advantage of the most vulnerable the planet had to offer. You took the oath with such seriousness - that you will serve communities with the utmost respect and resilience, with strength and secrecy. While many things about the Jedi Order were thrown out upon the creation of the Union, having attachments -- romantic and platonic -- were to be avoided, an unwritten rule that some believed should have burned with the Jedi Temple.
You didn’t mind the rule -- being wary about attachments anyways, especially that of the romantic kind. Really, you only had two real friends -- Estrella, your roommate and fellow Union member, and Chewbacca, a Wookiee who saved your life a few years back. Romantic relationships were never your thing. Besides, your work relied on the art of seduction -- no romantic interest would ever be secure with that. Not that your seduction ever amounted to anything physical, just enough to get your targets to bend. A wink, a brush of the arm, occasionally a kiss, was often more than enough. When it comes to matters of persuasion, people have a tendency to do what you want. Whether you were great at flirting or just had a way with bending the Force, you never dwelled on.
While there were plenty of missions available for you to accept, being part of the Union was by no means a glamorous job. The pay was fine, but not enough to live on. The satisfaction of serving justice to the most greedy, most power-hungry of men was enough fuel for you to keep going. Protecting your community was enough. Unfortunately, living on Tatooine is not without expenses, no matter how much of a dump everyone else must think it is. So when you weren’t taking missions from the Union, you spent your days working part-time as a daycare teacher for foundlings. Another low-paying job, but just as satisfactory.
Tonight’s mission was probably the most high stakes since you had a run-in with the Sith two years ago in the dunes. You would have died if not for…
Chewbacca. There he was, your old Wookiee friend, walking into the cantina and promptly placing himself in a seat at the bar. Last you heard from him, he had found a gig copiloting the Millenium Falcon, with the infamous Han Solo. Here they both were, your furry friend at the bar and the smug, but handsome, pilot finding a seat at a booth, surely settling in for a night of drinking and risky business arrangements.
“Okay, Rella, is the plan clear?” you ask, turning your attention back to your friend. “We’ll split up the group long enough for the tracking devices to attach themselves, and get these scumbags kicked out of the cantina. I’ll engage first and signal you to come over,” you confirm.
Estrella nods, agreeing to the plan you had theorized for a few days now. It wasn’t everyday you were going to take on four stormtroopers, let alone uniform-less ones. Their rank in the Imperial Army didn’t have much of an impact on your nerves - at the end of the day, like most powerful men, their weakness is a pretty face in a crowded cantina.
As you make your way over to the bar where two of the troopers are camped out, you subtly nod at Chewie who was walking back to join Han at their booth. Chewie is the only creature in this galaxy that knows your affiliation with the Union. He brought you back to Union headquarters when your mission, though successful, went sideways and left you with the worst injury of your life.
Chewie pledged to you that he would never reveal your affiliation, but that was not without scolding from the Sisters. You were put on probation for two weeks for revealing your affiliation to an outsider, even though your life depended on it.
Chewie winked back at you, settling in for the show he knows is about to begin. Squeezing through the crowd, you plant yourself in between your targets.
“Excuse me,” you say sweetly, batting your eyes at the targets. “What’s a girl got to do around here to get a drink?” The trooper to your left, TK-421 you remember from the mission sheet, catches the attention of the barkeep.
“This attractive woman would like a drink,” he announces to the bartender.
You smirk. Hook, line, and sinker. Some days it is just too easy. You turn to the barkeep and order your usual, planning to not take a single sip. All part of the ruse.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen any men quite as handsome as yourselves in here,” you say, turning to the trooper on your right -- TK-079, you remember. “My friend and I were just arguing over who gets to flirt with who,” you say, gesturing at Estrella giving her the signal. The troopers smirk as Estrella makes her way over to you.
“Lucky for you ladies, there’s actually two more of us,” TK-079 says, waving the other two troopers over. Seriously, too easy.
“Well, I have dibs on these two,” you say to Estrella, placing your hands on the backs of the troopers at the bar, disengaging the tracking bugs. You make sure to be extra flirty in your touch, running your hands down their backs and back up again, partly to sell that you are actually into them and partly to distract from any movement the tracking bug burrowing into their hair.
“Fine by me,” Estrella says seductively, linking arms with her targets. Turning to them, she whispers, “I know of a room upstairs where it’s quiet. Care to join me?”
Just as expected, the other two troopers agree and follow her up the stairs in the back of the cantina, surely to be surprised when the only excitement they get are stunners and Resistance officers ready to arrest them.
“Have fun,” you sing to the trio, turning back to your targets. “So boys, what are we drinking?!” you exclaim flirtatiously, ready to get them even more drunk than they are, being extra handsy to distract them from your game.
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“Who was that, who nodded at you?” Han asks, somewhat impatiently, as Chewie sits next to him in the booth. His gaze remains on the woman as she approaches the bar. It’s been a while since Han saw someone as beautiful as her in this dump.
“An old friend,” Chewie coos, not wanting to share so much that Han thinks he might have a chance with her. The last thing Chewie wants is for Han to get in Y/N’s way, especially since it seems like she is on a job.
“Do you have friends other than me?” Han asks, pretending to be hurt for a moment before continuing. “Seriously, I do not believe for a second that a woman as attractive as her would be your friend. No offense.”
“Just drink,” Chewie growls, pushing Han’s glass towards him. They sit in silence for a bit, watching Y/N work the men at the bar, until they see something troubling. While Y/N talks to the man to her right, the man on her left drops something in her drink.
“Chewie, did you just see what that scumbag did to your friend’s drink?!” Han puffs, beginning to rise from the booth. Chewbacca pulls him back down to sit. “What the hell Chewie? We have to do something!”
“Just sit down and watch,” Chewie murmurs back at Han. He didn’t like the looks of this either, but if he knew Y/N at all, she is more than capable of dealing with these scumbags. “She is always lightyears ahead of what’s going on.”
Han huffed and reclined in his seat again, watching the bar intently, not entirely trusting the Wookiee’s judgement on this one.
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After three more rounds of drinks - none of which you touched - the troopers are right where you want them. In the short time it had taken the troopers to drink, you had managed to disarm their blasters and learned the location where they were staying. As you talked to TK-421, you felt the other trooper move. You were careful not to bat an eye and continued to act drunk -- until you heard the plop and fizz of something in your drink. Kneeing TK-421 in the groin, you quickly turned to catch TK-079’s hand still hovering above your glass. Game over.
At this point in the missions you take, something in you switches. Whether it’s pure adrenaline or maybe the Force, you are keenly aware of every person in the room and are able to anticipate every movement.
“You know,” you say darkly to the trooper in front of you, “it’s a shame you decided to do that. I was actually starting to tolerate your company.”
Swiftly kneeing him in the groin, you grab the back of his neck and slam his head into the bartop. Turning around to deal with the other trooper, you grab his disabled gun before his hand thinks to move and toss it behind the bar.
“What can I say? I like a fair fight,” you smirk at the confused trooper in front of you, kicking his barstool back.
Using the Force, you send him sliding into the wall of the cantina, knocking him into a dizzying state, enough for him to forget he’s in a fight with you. Estrella rushes down the stairs of the cantina, having successfully completed her part of the mission. She runs up to the trooper you just sent crashing into the wall, keeping an eye on him to make sure he doesn’t leave her sight.
You turned back to deal with the other trooper, TK-079. Unable to act sooner, you see the butt of the gun hit your ribs before you feel it. Shit. Did I hear a crack? Without paying a second thought to the blow you just endured from the angry trooper, you swiftly knock the blaster out of his hand and forcefully drive it up the bottom of his chin, knocking him out cold.
The silence that fell over the usually lively cantina breaks just as quickly as it came about, and soon every smuggler, drunk, and creature in the bar resumes what they were doing before your fight broke out. The best part about completing missions in the cantina is that stuff like this happens all the time, and nobody bats an eye.
“Sorry Maz,” you say as you shoot the owner an apologizing glance. “I don’t tolerate anyone who tries to drug me.” Maz smirks, quickly forgetting the chaos. This wasn’t the first time you knocked someone out in front of him, and it certainly will not be the last.
You hoist the freshly unconscious trooper to your side and begin to drag him out to the alley, where everyone kicked out of the cantina exits upon breaking the bar rules -- although rules seems to be far too strong a word for this establishment. Estrella follows with the other trooper, and the two of you slam the door. By this time tomorrow, the Resistance will attack the trooper base these scumbags will lead them to, thanks to the tracking beacons and the work of the Union.
“Are you alright?” Estrella asks, eyeing your side that you have been unconsciously cradling since the blow. Her worried face snaps you back to the moment, and a rush of pain shoots through you.
“I’ll be fine. Can’t believe I let him strike me like that,” you say, trying to convince yourself more than Estrella that you are alright. “I’ll meet you back at home, I think I need a drink,” you say with a weak smile.
“Fine. I’ll report to the Sisters of Tatooine the mission is completed on my way back. But if I don’t see you in two hours, I’m coming to find you. Stars know that you need rest,” Estrella warns, pointing a finger at you firmly. You nod as you watch her leave the cantina and head in the direction of the Union headquarters.
Scanning the cantina for anyone else looking for trouble, you see Chewbacca and Han Solo watching you intently from their booth. Deciding it would be nice to catch up with Chewie, you make your way over to them, still cradling your side.
“Enjoy the show?” you say with a knowing glance at Chewie, wincing as you sit down.
“You don’t look so good, kid. Better than the last time I saw you, but still not great,” Chewie coos at you, a hint of concern in his low voice.
“Thanks, Chewie. That’s what everyone wants to hear after a rough day,” you say sarcastically, as you give his furry arm a shove.
Chewie chuckles and your attention shifts to the man sitting in front of you. You’ve heard the stories about Han before, most of which are action-packed, ending in a near escape from whatever danger he got himself in. His warm brown eyes analyze you, and you suddenly realize you have felt their gaze on you since he arrived.
“That was quite impressive, what you did out there,” Han says, trying hard to mask his excitement, taking a sip from his drink. “I don’t know how you did it, if I were you I don’t think I’d let those guys see another day,” he continues, with a certain genuinity that you could feel was rare for him. “I’m Han Solo, I’m sure Chewie’s mentioned me,” he said, extending a hand out for you to take.
You firmly shake it. “I know who you are, but only because I know your ship...the Millennium Falcon. You did the Kessel run in 15 parsecs, right? Chewie hasn’t mentioned you before, though.” Han’s face drops.
“12 parsecs. 12,” he grumbles, turning to Chewie. “You said she was a friend of yours, yet you haven’t thought to mention your best friend to her?” Han says, somewhat annoyed, pointing at himself to emphasize that he is the best friend in question. Chewie chuckles, shooting you a proud look, like he’s been waiting for someone else to strike a nerve in his co-pilot all day.
“I’m Y/N, by the way,” you offer, attempting to dodge the smuggler’s abrasive mood. “Don’t be so hard on Chewie, the last time he saw me, he saved my life. There wasn’t all that much time to catch up.”
“I’m pretty good at saving lives, I’ve saved Han’s ass multiple times,” Chewie says, adding more fuel to Han’s temper. “Are you okay?” Chewie asks, gesturing to your side that you are still cradling.
“I’ll be fine, just a bad bruising,” you say back. “All in a day,” you smile.
“What were you doing with those guys anyway? I could spot they were pieces of scum a mile away,” Han asks, leaning in, as if your answer would solve a puzzle he’s piecing together in his mind.
“Oh, scum just happens to be my type,” you say, half-wittedly. Han’s face furrows, as if that answer wasn’t enough for him. “How long will you two be in town?” you ask, attempting to change the subject.
“Just long enough to get a good gig from Jabba. Three days at most. Then we’ll be far away from this dump planet,” Han huffs, leaning back in the booth, just enough to kick his boot up over the edge of the table.
“Must be a nice feeling to get away from this place,” you sigh.
You really did love Tatooine. The people, more than anything. But some days you wish you could leave this place behind and find something bigger in the galaxy to dedicate your time to. Maybe work for the Union on another planet, or even better, work interplanetary. You could easily do it. Estrella tries to convince you all the time. All you would need is a ship, and then learn how to pilot a ship. But between your two jobs, you can barely afford water, let alone an aircraft that could whisk you away to new planets. Realizing it’s been quiet for a bit, you look up to meet Han’s intense gaze, still studying you. Quickly, you turn your attention to Chewie.
“Before you go, make sure you say goodbye.” Chewie grunts in agreement. “It was nice meeting you, Solo,” you say, offering Han a sincere smile as you rise from the booth. “Try to stay out of trouble,” you wink, as you start to turn towards the cantina door.
“Maybe you should take your own advice,” Han hollers after you, still relaxed in the booth. You turn to keep walking, and feel his gaze on you, unwavering, until you walk through the cantina door.
Words: 909
Pairing: Han Solo x Reader
Warnings: None
Summary: Reader is a Bounty Hunter who’s heard about Jabba’s bounty on Han and Chewie. They search the outer rim until they find their favorite cocky pilot and warn him. But everyone’s favorite pilot is less worried about the possibility of capture and more about the feel of reader’s skin beneath his fingers.
As far as Bounty Hunters went, you weren’t at the top of the pack, but you’d managed to maintain a decent reputation. You never took on a bounty you weren’t certain you could capture. It was hard work, but the way you saw it, it sure as hell beat working in a spice mine or any other choice you had back on your home planet. You were good at finding people who didn’t want to be found. Why not earn credits while doing it?
“Captain Solo! Exit the freighter with your hands up!” You shouted from the bottom of the cargo ramp of the millennium falcon. You had both your feet planted firmly on the ground, shoulder width apart, blaster raised in case he decided to make a run for it.
You saw Chewbacca stomp across the ship to the top of the cargo ramp, bowcaster at the ready. He seemed to laugh or at the very least chuckle at your presence. He called out to Han in his signature guttural growl. Han stumbled onto the scene, his trigger hand hovering just over his blaster.
“Oh, [Y/N].” He relaxed the second he recognized you. He dropped his hands to his side and rearranged his nervous frown to a cocky smirk. “I thought you were someone important.” You rolled your eyes and holstered your blaster. Your boots clunked as you stomped up the cargo ramp towards the Wookie and his pet.
“You’ve really made a mess of things this time, Solo.” You commented when you were just a few feet away. You removed a holopuck out of the breast pocket of your vest. You engaged the puck and help it in your palm for Chewie and Han to see. Hovering just above to puck was a holo-still of Han. Above his head was a sizable bounty with a lot of zeros. “I’ve seen about half a dozen of these out there already and I’m sure they’re not the only ones.”
“Don’t going waving that thing around!” Han covered the puck with his hand, before flicking a switch to disengage it. “Get in here.” He tugged you towards him. You complied, lurching forward into the ship. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.” He insisted as you pocketed the puck.
“Han, whoever you pissed off...” You tried to warn him.
“I said I can handle it.” He repeated.
“I heard what you said, and I disagree.” You countered.
“Oh, you disagree?” Han’s eyebrows skyrocketed upwards. “Listen Sweetheart, I don’t need your help and I sure as hell didn’t ask for it.”
“I’m not going to be able to stop them from finding you for very long. I’m good, but I’m still just one life form.” You huffed.
Han stepped closer to you. There was still room to fit an astromech droid between the two of you, but even from a distance you could feel emotions and heat radiating between you. Chewbacca shook his head, mumbled something before leaving you and Han alone. You stood there, staring each other down until the Wookie was out of sight.
“Well, if you don’t need my help then…” You started to walk back towards the cargo ramp. You felt Han catch your wrist. He spun you around so that you were facing him. Your body slammed against the wall a little harder than he planned. A decent smuggler would have at least offered you an apology, but Han pressed his lips against yours before you even had a chance to catch your breath. You raised your free hand and grasped a fistful of his shirt, pulling him closer to you. When you finally came up for air, both you and Han were panting.
“You weren’t going to leave without saying goodbye, were you?” He smirked.
“As much as I’d love to, you don’t have time for that.” You breathed. “You and Chewie have got to get off this planet.”
“No one’s looking for us here.” Han insisted. “We’ve been here for almost a week and you’re the first one who’s even gotten close. Besides Chewie and me are headed to Tatooine to square things with Jabba…”
“Jabba? The Hutt?” You hissed. “Han…”
“I don’t need the lecture.” He shook his head. “I had Imps hot on my tail. I did what I had to do. Jabba will see things my way. I’m the best he’s got.” Han released your wrist and moved both of his hands to your waist.
“That Hotshot attitude is only going to get you so far, Han.” You slipped both of your hands under his vest, allowing your finger to travel up and down his chest.
“I’ve got to get back to work. I’ll divert the others for as long as I can.” You promised. Han leaned forward slightly and gave your hips a gentle tug, they crashed against his.
“Let me show you how much I appreciate that…” Han whispered, his lips tickling your ear. You felt a shiver travel down your spine. Your mouth hung open. Han accepted this as an invitation. You didn’t try to stop him as his lips once again touched yours. Soon his tongue was licking at your bottom lip, asking for invitation. You parted your lips as his hands moved under your shirt. His warm fingers felt scalding against your skin. Your breath sped up. Your heart was pounding.
“I love you.” You confessed.
“I know.” He laughed before moving his lips to kiss your neck.
