I'm totally not seeing things. And no I'm not mentally ill (am I?). Do you see them??? The potato fries next to a pancake, and do you know who loves such things??? Mizuki and Ena.
The fact that colopale chose those two in this card is quite something, why do they love pairing them together so much? They genuinely can't leave each other's sides...
Clara: I do hope that there is nothing going on between the two of you.
Ana: Can’t I have some choice over who I date?
Clara: You are the future Queen and you must be aware that you end up marrying determines how both sides of the family are viewed.
Ana: I understand that, but I want to be with someone who actually makes me happy.
Clara: Didn’t Peter make you happy? Didn’t Peter love you? Wasn’t Peter ready to propose?
Ana: Funny enough, Peter didn’t love me, because he was cheating on me.
Clara: Well, you must have done something to make him cheat on you. The Gathens are a good family. You go and apologize to Mr. and Mrs. Gathen at once for your…
Ana: No.
Clara: I beg your pardon?
Ana: No Grandmama. I’m not apologizing to them. ‘Cause Peter cheated on me. I didn’t do anything. He cheated on me. I dumped him and I’m much happier now. Whether you like it or not, Douxie is my boyfriend now, so you’ll just have to suck it up and deal with it.
Clara: That boy will bring nothing good to you or your family. I highly suggest you find a Viscount or Lord to marry instead.
So I hated it a lot. You guys were super nice to me about it, but I wanted to make it better! I kept most of it and added in a few new parts...let me know what you think!
Leia shot a glance across the table at Han, who had his business textbook open in front of him. He was concentrated on the words and was flipping his pencils between his fingers. Leia was pretty sure she’d never seen anything sexier. He felt her gaze on him and looked up to meet her eyes with his signature smirk. Leia couldn’t hold a smile in as he shot a wink at her and turned back to his reading.
They’d been together—well, sort of—for almost three weeks. They’d spent every free moment together, talking, kissing, studying, other things... They had what one might call an ‘understanding,’ but they hadn’t declared outright that they were a couple. Han had planned a fancy date for that weekend, however, and Leia was expecting that their couple status would be changing.
Leia looked back down at her flash cards and kept writing out the Hapsburg family line.
“You know, this would be a lot easier to write if we just had one leader of the whole world. One name every sixty years or so…that would be so much easier than remembering all these people,” Leia stated, gesturing to her stack of flashcards that was growing considerably thicker. Han chuckled.
“Gonna be on that list someday, sweetheart? Princess of the world?”
“That sounds like a lot of work, being princess of the world.”
“Well, you can start out as princess of the study table and see how it goes from there,” Han offered. A girl came over to Han’s side and tapped him playfully on the shoulder.
“Hi, Han.”
“Hi?”
“Would you be willing to help a girl out?” she asked amicably. Han’s eyes flicked across the table to Leia, but she kept her expression neutral.
“I mean, I guess…Who are you?” The girl’s smile fell a bit at that.
“I’m Julie. You sit a few rows in front of me in Dr. Benson’s chem class?” Leia looked over the girl. She was tall and had her blond hair curled in big ringlets that fell effortlessly around her heavily-made up face. She was dressed in tight running pants and a sweater that was very low cut. Leia hated her immediately. “Would you be willing to help me with the homework?”
“Umm, sure,” Han acquiesced, pointing her to the chair beside him and moving his books out of the way. Julie flashed a smile full of straight, white teeth and pulled the chair unnecessarily close to Han. Leia grit her teeth and turned back to her flashcards.
Han opened Julie’s text book and started explaining the concepts from the previous lecture to her. Julie leaned into Han in the guise of pouring over the text. She’d laugh and twirl her hair whenever Han spoke. Han, for his part, looked like he wasn’t enjoying Julie’s attention, so Leia couldn’t be altogether too upset.
After nearly a half hour of listening to Julie’s flattery, Leia closed her laptop with slightly more force than necessary and started packing up her belongings.
Han stopped mid-sentence and turned to her.
“Where are you goin’?”
“Model UN starts in 20 minutes. I have to go,” Leia explained shortly, shouldering her bag and starting towards the stairs. Han stood up and caught her hand.
“You gonna be back tonight?”
“No.”
“Are you mad at me?” he asked, leaning close and lowering his voice to avoid being overheard.
“No.”
“Kiss me to prove it?” She closed the small distance between them, planning only to give him a peck on the cheek. Leia tried to be annoyed when he turned his head at the last second and caught her mouth, easing her into a passionate kiss. “Have a good night, princess.”
00
Leia was sitting in the lobby of the Political Science, Civics, and Government building, waiting until it was time for her 10 o’clock class. She liked having that hour between classes to study, get her head on straight, and have another cup of coffee.
This morning, however, someone fell into the chair across from her. Leia looked up, startled, and was surprised to see Julie, Han’s struggling chemistry partner.
Leia had, for the most part, been able to put the whole escapade behind her. She knew better than to be jealous; Han had obviously hated the attention, and after all: Han had kissed Leia in the middle of the library, not Julie. He’d texted Leia to wish her good night; it had been Leia who found a sweet good luck note slipped into her stack of flash cards. Leia was the one who wore his sweatshirt and woke up in his bed on weekends. Not Julie.
Leia put on a calm expression and looked expectantly to the other girl. Julie flashed her white grin, but Leia could tell right off that it was fake, and that Julie wasn’t trying to make friends.
“Hi, Leah, right? You might remember me from yesterday, in the library?”“Yes, I remember. It’s Leia, actually.”
“Well, whatever. I noticed you were sitting with Han Solo and I was just wondering what’s up between you two…”
“What?”
“Like, are you a couple?”
“Not at this moment, but—”
“Well, that doesn’t count, then.”
“Count for what, exactly?” Leia had managed to put aside her jealous feelings the previous night.
“You’re not an official couple. That clears my conscience,” Julie said airily, obviously waiting for Leia to rise to her bait.
“Of what, Julie?”
“Hmm, how do I put this nicely? Han and I…we may have been caught by the librarian in flagrante delicto when the library closed.”
00
“Your girlfriend accosted me in the political science building,” Leia announced, dropping her plate to the table and sitting down across from Han in the dining hall.
“You accosted yourself?” he asked teasingly, quickly sobering when he realized she wasn’t happy.
“I am not your girlfriend, Han Solo; you haven’t ever asked me. No, Julie. She told me what happened last night—her version, at least. To be fair, it sounds very farfetched—ridiculously farfetched, and I like to think I’m a fair person, but I am also more than a little pissed off, so you have one minute to explain your side. Go.”
“You were there for most of it. She came, you got up to leave, you and I made out for a second before you left, which really seemed to tick her off. I tried explainin’ the next problem to her but she was lookin’ at me funny so I said I had to go, too. She tried to kiss me, I think, but I didn’t let her. I ran, Leia, I swear I did. I’m not really sure what she told you, but that’s the truth,” he swore. Leia gave him a measured glance and decided he was, indeed, being honest.
“Thank you.” They ate in not-quite-tense silence for a few minutes before Han decided to break the ice. He asked about her test in poli-sci, which had gone well, thank you. They talked about Han’s morning, too, and he realized it was almost time for his afternoon class.
“I’m sorry about Julie. I’m really not sure what that was even all about, but it was all her. I like you a lot and I know that we have kind of been waitin’ to be official, but I don’t know why we decided that. I want to be your boyfriend and I want you to be my girlfriend,” he announced with finality.
“I want that, too.”
“Ok, then. Good. Good.” Han patted the table awkwardly. “Good. Officially…official.” Leia laughed.
“You aren’t going to kiss me or anything?”
“Right. Come here.” She leaned across the table and pressed her lips into his.
“That was a pretty lousy kiss, boyfriend. You study and we’ll practice tonight,” she kissed his nose and sent him on his way.
00
Leia nearly jumped out of her skin when she opened the door to Han’s dorm. He was sitting at his desk wearing glasses that he’d gotten from who-knows-where, smirking that annoying smirk and flipping his pencil.
“I did my studyin’, teacher. I think I’m ready for my practical,” Han informed her in that deep, low voice that drover her crazy. Leia dumped her bag by her bed and bit her lip, looking him over. Her boyfriend. She liked that word a lot. She settled on the desk and pulled the glasses off.
“Show me what you’ve got, hotshot.”
He started off lightly, teasing her a moment before making the kisses more burning.
“I like your tech—” He kissed her again, pressing her body close against his chest. Leia wound her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. Their kisses were always deep and satisfying, but there was something about today that made it even better.
“How’d I do, teacher?” he murmured into her skin in a way that made Leia want to hold him and never let go.
“Terrible. Just terrible. I’m going to have to work with you all weekend,” she scolded.
“Then we’d better get started right away,” he replied earnestly, scooping her up and depositing her on his bed.
00
“Did I pass, Ms. Organa?” Han teased as she caught her breath on his chest.
“You passed, hotshot,” Leia assured him. He chuckled and massaged her bare back.
“Just outta curiosity, what did Julie say we did?”
“It was ridiculous. She said that ‘moments after you left, Han and I looked into each other’s eyes and realized…we were both feeling this magnetic pull to one another. He pushed the books away violently and swept me up into his arms. He carried me to the closet and kissed me passionately for hours and hours…’ something like that. Like I said, it sounded pretty farfetched.” Han made a gagging noise.
“Then why were you so mad?”
“I don’t know…it was more just the idea of it all. I knew it was fake, but the image was there, and I didn’t like it,” she explained delicately.
“If it makes you feel any better, I’d never take you to a closet. Can’t take the princess of the study table into a closet. We’d go somewhere way better, and we wouldn’t stop at kissin’,” Han promised, kissing his way sensuously down her neck.
“Where would we stop?” Leia teased, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it anyways.
“Oh, no stopping. You don’t just stop when you’re with the princess. You go all the way,” he insisted, creeping over her.
“It’s not even five o’clock yet,” she chastised, however she was unable to keep the hint of pride out of her voice.
“We’re official, now, sweetheart. We have to celebrate.”
