#solofett

[vansickles]

tiny sketch dump

[keldabekush]

Ahahaha Brainworm attack, I made a SoloFett playlist

[shadowmaat]

Han/Boba, 2

moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed

Boba hauled Han to his feet. “You’re gonna get us killed one of these days,” he growled.

“Hey, I had everything under cont- mmph!”

Boba kissed him, silencing the lie. Han’s hands came up, scrabbling for purchase on his armor, trying to tug it off. They weren’t safe yet, though. Boba shoved him backwards, catching him around the waist as he stumbled over a severed tentacle.

He was aiming for the tunnel wall, but a puddle of ichor caused him to slip and Han took advantage, making sure he was the one getting pinned. The kisses were sloppy. Hot. His back arched as Han’s mouth traced a line along his neck, teeth scraping against his pulse.

A distant howl reverberated through the tunnel and others answered the call. Boba paused in the midst of trying to rip Han’s shirt off.

“Kriffing rathtars,” Han muttered in his ear.

“This was your brilliant plan, Solo.” Boba gave him one last kiss before pushing him away and retrieving his helmet.

“Everything was fine until it started spawning off.” Han tried to tug his shirt into place.

“Uh huh. And speaking of spawning, you still owe me when we get back to the ship.”

Han grinned at him. “I guess we’d better get going then, huh?”

They ran for the exit, rathtars screaming behind them.

Prompt List (kisses)

[vansickles]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

They really shouldn’t keep ending up like this.

Han knows it just as well as he knows the blaster he keeps strapped to his hip, that this dangerous game they keep playing is only fun until someone steps wrong and everything shatters. Neither one of them is meant for... whatever this is- kriff knows Han doesn’t have a clue. But just as well as he knows it he knows- just like the first, and the second, and the third, and the sixth time he’d woken up to an extra body in the bed beside him- some part of him deep in the back of his brain doesn’t want this to stop.

[vansickles]

i’m about to write nothing but self indulgent hanboba fluff and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop me

[branchedman]

you should post a snippet of your hanboba wip! would love to read some of it

well, since you asked so nicely, anon:

“Nuh-uh,” Boba says, smacking Solo’s hand away from his helmet, but unfortunately for him the bastard is relentless.

“I know what you look like, jackass,” Solo grits out through clenched teeth, moving his hand back towards Boba’s pauldron like an idiot.

Boba snarls at him, the effect enhanced by his vocoder, and Solo backs off a half-step, hands raised. “Then you don’t need to take off the helmet,” Boba tells him, saccharine-sweet and mocking even through the black spots in his vision.

[vansickles]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“One job,” he repeats, and Han hums and nudges Boba’s legs open with a foot kicking at his ankle. Boba obliges him, and Han takes the advantage and steps into the gap it creates. “That’s assuming this piece of junk can last us that long.”
 Han shoots him an affronted look. 
 “Okay, buddy- pushing me around is one thing, but insulting my ship is another. You’re forgetting, this is the ship that-” 
 “-Made the Kessel Run in twelve parsecs, yes, I think I know.” 
 Han eases up on him, lips ticking back up into that smug smile. Boba wants to deck him.