#scruffysmuggler

[ofspacebuns-blog]

                       It had been a long few days in the Falcon and Leia was tired, everyone on board seemed tired. They needed to find somewhere to hold up for a few hours, somewhere that all of them could get some much needed rest. “Han--” Leia said as she moved to touch his shoulder. Her voice is quiet, softer than it used to be, warmer now as bright brown eyes searched to meet his. “You need rest. Let Chewie take the controls for a bit, I think he’s more than capable of handling it.” // @scruffysmuggler || sc

[princessorganc-archived-blog]

@scruffysmuggler​ ♥’d for a thing with sith!leia 

           “ you DON’T UNDERSTAND i have to find him “     her voice though filled with rage,     is now desperate, shaking.     weak,     so weak   ——   while her father, her master HAD REJOICED in news of having a living son   ;;   leia had loathed the concept however,     ENVIOUS && FEARFUL of being replaced.     eyes yellow,     COLD && afraid now gaze at the tall smuggler pleading rather than threatening.     “ i need to FIND HIM before he finds him.”

[totidemmusis-blog]

              slender fingers run through sandy, messy, locks; limbs intertwined between han’s. ‘ i love you, ’ she whispered with a grin, pressing a kiss to his chest. ‘ so so so much. ’ an uncharacteristic giggle slips past pink lips as she moves to lay between his legs; arms resting on his abdomen, chin on her hands. ‘ what about you ? how MUCH do you love me ? ’

( @scruffysmuggler gets fluffy fluff bc i said so. )

[totidemmusis-blog]

               she lets out a sigh, blue orbs rolling upwards before looking at han. ‘ i’m not doing nothing, i’m working as fast as i can. but chances are you’re going to have to wait for my father to get in. ’

( @scruffysmuggler | cont )

[welcomedsilence]

"What do you do when you can't sleep?"

It wasn’t a rare occurrence. Ben often stared at the walls for hours before convincing himself that it simply wasn’t going to happen that night. It shouldn’t have been usual for a child, but he was used to it by that point. Usually he’d go to his Mom. He’d tug on her sleeve and poke her side until she woke up. Sometimes she’d bring him back to bed and tell him to try again. That was usually if she had something to do in the morning, which was most nights. Every once in a while she’d read him a story or bring him into the living room to watch a holo. Ben liked nights like that, he felt a lot better after them and the world seemed a bit quieter. 

He didn’t know how his Dad would react. He wasn’t sure if his Dad even knew it was a regular thing. “Mom sometimes watches a holo with me.” 

[imthxpilot]

@scruffysmuggler

“does this ship actually fly?” 

[alderaanianrebel-a-blog]

                  a POUT forms behind his hand & she lets her tongue dart out to trace the inside of his palm, before pushing it away to wrap her arms around his neck. with a wicked grin she stretches on toes to reach his ear before whispering; ❛ sorry, daddy. ❜       

@scruffysmuggler ͢  cont     

[luxenebrisarchive-blog]

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