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So this has been in our drafts for a while and Admin Coffee would have posted it except she was waiting for my texts which I didn’t finish until now sO IM SORRY OK I SUCK I KNOW 😅😅 Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy and like it and pls appreciate Admin Coffee’s work bc wow ok bye sorry for being inconsistent af with posts but here’s one for the New Year bringing in a new group to the blog!
• Lovino and Antonio only know each other as fanfiction writers and not in real life. They were friends as writers but strangers in reality. So how things will go if one day Antonio catch a glimpse of what his favorite customer (he is a waiter in a café) writing about and it turns out it is the new chapter of his friend’s ongoing story? (Thank you again!)
This is essentially a text-fic! I didn’t know they could be so hard to write, but they are, man. With all that formatting. *Shudder*. But it was still fun and I’ve been meaning to write a text fic for AGES.
tomato-turtles: Antonio lovirage: Lovino actual-prussian-badass: Gilbert fancy-fucking-francis: Francis actualsunshine: Feliciano
EDIT: I forgot to add, for the sake of this fic, let’s assume the two are writers in the
Harry Potter fandom, mostly because Harry Potter is a well-known universe and
it won’t confuse anyone. Also, let’s assume that they’re both Remus/Sirius
shippers, because that pairing is cool.
always dropped in his customary ‘good morning’ in the Tumblr chat. Lovi
used to get super annoyed initially, but now he just played along. Antonio
suspected Lovi looked forward to his good mornings.
tomato-turtles: hi lovi!! how are ya
always called Antonio ‘tt’, short for Tomato Turtles: his name on AO3,
fanfiction.net, and of course, Tumblr.
tomato-turtles: i reread your new chapter after you told me you
were worried about it
tomato-turtles: and it’s so cute!! really youre such a good writer <3
tomato-turtles: why were you so worried about it anyway
lovirage: i got a
fucking flame comment saying i needed to get hit by a bus and stop writing
tomato-turtles: WHAT NO
tomato-turtles: WHO IS THIS
tomato-turtles: I WILL FIND THEM AND HURT THEM
lovirage: relax tt.
i don’t really care, i deleted the review
lovirage:but it still made me worried that maybe the new
update for my fic sucked
tomato-turtles: IT DOES NOT. IT’S SO CUTE
lovirage: good to
lovirage: hows your morning going
tomato-turtles: mmh the same really. getting ready for work
tomato-turtles: im putting in a couple of extra hours this week because i want
to go on a roadtrip with gil and francis over the weekend
friends of yours, they seem crazy. theyre the same ones that got drunk and
spray painted moustaches onto every fashion hoarding they could reach?
tomato-turtles: they never got caught for that lol tomato-turtles: what are you
gonna be doing today?
lovirage: idk it’s a
saturday so i’ll probably just sleep some more
lovirage: maybe write the new update
tomato-turtles: A NEW UPDATE ALREADY? YAYYYYYY!!!!!!!
lovirage: calm down
lovirage: i’m just keen to add a plot twist
tomato-turtles: oh god no
tomato-turtles: your “plot twists” always involve someone
lovirage: that is
tomato-turtles: IN YOUR FIC “EVER AFTER” YOU BASICALLY GAVE
lovirage: BUT I
tomato-turtles: YES BUT YOU MADE HIM SUFFER. AND YOU MADE ME
lovirage: *sends gif
with evil laugh*
lovirage: …and my cute fic is going to become…dark
tomato-turtles: ughhhhh i hate you
tomato-turtles: ok no i love you tbh but like
tomato-turtles: can you let my children live in peace
lovirage:HELLO EXCUSE ME, but
YOU wrote that fic “SPEAKING OF SUNFLOWERS” and you fucking tortured remus
with crucio until he lost his mind and I was screaming and crying lovirage: CONSIDER THIS REVENGE
tomato-turtles: we write such dark fics
tomato-turtles: we should collab on something funny!! fluffy!!
lovirage: good idea.
tomato-turtles: anyway i gotta go to work! bye lovi have a nice
day :D <3
ok heres what ive dug up in my mcelroy fics folder on google drive (theyre all WIPs)
magcas fic abt them meeting pre-crystal kingdom
a knife dad/revolution fic i started right after they made the first Champions Online video and then didnt bother touching after the second video
the leonfield fic abt them meeting
oh god wow theres a magcas fic where taako dies & leaves ango in magnus’ custody & magnus wants to get angus a better education so lucretia points him towards lucas to tutor the boy & its sort of enemies to friends to lovers cuz they rly dont get along at first
a magvi fic told from the POV of ango
a taakitz fic where taako goes to the grocery store & comes back home to kravitz having a lil pretend tea party w ango
requested! omfgsdkaf this made me laugh so hard when it was requested idek why ok
requests are always open loves xx and even if you don’t have a request, come talk to me!! always up for interacting with humans behind a computer screen :)))
Michael’s POV I sat across the room from Y/N, watching as she called her mom to talk about when it’d be best for her to introduce me to them. She looked so nervous as she brought the phone up to her ear, scowling at me playfully waiting for her mom to pick up. I just laughed to myself, mouthing ‘put it on speaker’ to her. Rolling her eyes, she reluctantly removed the phone from her ear, holding it in front of her and hitting the speaker button.
“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Her mom immediately asked in a concerned tone.
“A daughter can’t call her dear mother every once in a while just to chat?” She asked, in a lowkey sarcastic tone.
“Yes, but you aren’t like most daughters. You only call when you want or need something.” She argued.
“This time it’s neither of those things…remember when I mentioned me getting a new boyfriend a while ago?”
“Well, he wants to meet you. So, if you’re not too busy sometime this week could you have us over for–”
“ABSOLUTELY” Her mom screeched, making Y/N and I burst out into quiet giggles at her enthusiasm. “This is going to be so fun, Y/N! You met a guy in college, I’m so proud!”
I scoffed, leaning back on the couch and waiting for Y/N’s answer. “That’s the thing, we didn’t meet in college.”
“Oh, a friend of a friend or something like that?”
“I guess you could say that.”
“What school does he go to?”
Y/N rubbed the back of her neck. “He isn’t in school..”
“Isn’t in school? Please tell me he has a job..” Her mom said, her voice dropping and overall less excited about the news of her daughter dating a new guy–me.
“He does, he’s just kind of in a band.”
“A band?” Her mom asked incredulously. “Since when have you been into musicians?”
“Since I met him.” She said, shooting me a quick wink. “His band’s called 5 Seconds of Summer, and I swear to you he’s a lot sweeter than you think.”
“Are you saying I won’t like him?”
“That’s up to you, Mom. But he really wants to meet you and Dad.”
The line was quiet for a moment. “Come by on Friday, 7 work for you?”
“Perfect.” Y/N said, letting out a relieved sigh. Probably since her mom didn’t ask about me any further.
They quickly said their goodbyes and Y/N plopped herself on the couch next to me, resting her head on my shoulder. “I’m sorry if they don’t like you, but this could either be the best night of your life or the worst.”
“You make them seem like they’re going to want to kill me or something.”
“You never know with my parents.” She teased.
I let a light chuckle fall from my lips, and I sighed. I really want to meet them, but now that I heard how…disappointed her mom sounded when she told her I wasn’t in college and was in a band instead, it scared me a little. They could hate me, and hate that I was with their daughter. That’d make me feel awful. Hopefully it goes better than Y/N’s making it out to be.
Your POV “What do we think?” Michael asked, stepping out of the bathroom with his arms held out, showing off his look. His hair was combed, the stubble that usually covered his jaw was now shaved, he wore a black button down and black jeans, with black boots instead of his usual converse. And his eyebrow piercing and earrings were taken out.
I shook my head. “I don’t like it. That is not you, Michael, and you know it.”
“I know, but at least your parents will like me somewhat more if I cleaned myself up some.” He said, shrugging his shoulders some.
“I don’t want my parents to like that guy that you just made yourself into.” I said, gesturing towards his appearance. “I want them to like you for who you really are: the pierced, tattooed rocker you are. Now, go put your piercings back in, throw on a band tee and that new leather jacket you were telling me all about and–hang on one second, come here.” He walked over to me cautiously and I reached up, ruffling his hair some and making it look messy like it usually is. “Okay, it’s a little better, you can make it look good; I suck at doing hair.”
He laughed, rolling his eyes and retreating back into the bathroom to go change.
10 minutes later and we were on our way to my parents house, Michael’s hand resting on my thigh and nervously rubbing his dumb across my bare leg. I looked up at him. “You ready?”
He shook his head. “Of course not.”
“Me too.” I sighed, staring at my old house as it came into view.
We slowly walked up to the house hand in hand, and before he rang the doorbell, I quickly faced him. “Just so you know, my dad is very intuitive and about 7 foot tall so if you try any funny business trying to tease me or anything, he’ll know. Plus if your hand goes anywhere near my thigh while we’re eating, I’m going to get extremely horny and being horny in front of my parents is a lot worse than it sounds, got it?”
He laughed, his lips parting for a single second before he lightly pressed a kiss to my neck. “As long as I get to do whatever I want after we leave.”
No more than 4 seconds after he rang the doorbell, my mom answered, bright eyes and glorious smile staring right at us. “Y/N! Michael! So nice to see you two.” She said, pulling me into a tight hug.
“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Y/L/N.” Michael said whilst hugging my mom.
“And you,” She said, stepping aside to let both of us in the house.
Michael looked around some curiously admiring the interior, waiting for my dad to show up. When he came around the corner and saw Michael, I could tell he was a little shocked. “Michael,” He stated, catching the blonde’s attention.
“Hello sir,” He said, wiping his hands on his pants and walking up to my dad, shaking his hand. “It’s great to finally meet you.”
“Finally, yes.” He said, locking eyes with me. “It’s a wonder it’s taken our Y/N months to finally bring you over for a visit.”
“Michael’s busy a lot of the time, Dad. He just recently got off tour and is on a little break.” You quickly explained.
He turned to Michael. “Touring for your band?” He asked.
“Yes sir, we’ve been touring since March or so.” He said, shrugging.
“That must be an incredible experience.”
“Oh, it is.”
“And you play guitar, correct?”
“You must be a fan of Slash, then.” He said, gesturing towards Michael’s Guns n Roses t-shirt.
He looked down and nodded. “Huge fan. What about you?”
“I love them.” My dad smiled, patting him on the back. “Come on, let’s go into the dining room. You want a drink? Beer? Maybe a little Maker’s Mark on the rocks…”
“That’d be great, sir.”
I watched as the two of them walked off, and it truly shocked me how well my dad and Michael got along. My mom walked up behind me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “I think Dad likes him.”
You nodded and smiled to yourself, thankful for it. “I think so too.”
He reminds me of a diamond, the way there are a million different sides of him. Every day I learn a new one - his sense of humour, his birthday, his past girlfriends. I like to imagine that one day I will learn about the parts that don’t sparkle as much, like what makes his heart angry and how he reacts to it. And when I do - I mean if, if I do - I promise that I will be there for you anyways. I promise that I will not leave you until you cut me as sharply as only diamonds can do.
I’ll never forget you for being the one who made me happy. // lily rose.
do you have any OiSuga headcannons? basically anything really I need those pretty boys in my life
Anonymous: oisuga is the ultimate, literally my heart cannot take it. imagine them secretly meeting up with each other after matches just to see each other, and them just living together and having food fights, cuddles and loving teasing!! it’s so good!!
Anonymous:Any headcanons for Oikawa and Suga??? Bcuz lord are they my life or are they my LIFE
ty to admin amber + admin eugie for telling me we had oisuga asks since i never check the bottom of the drafts “^^
wow ok so my feelings for this ship are through the fuckin’ exosphere pls consider:
suga is probably the only one who can tell apart (￣へ￣) vs (▼へ▼メ) ; ಥ⌣ಥ vs ╥﹏╥ ; (☆^O^☆) vs（ノ*＾ワ＾*)ノ★彡
oikawa loves sending suga sappy text messages at random times of the day like suga is on his way to volleyball practice and he’ll get a text from oikawa saying smth super corny like “wish i was kissing u instead of thinking abt u” which suga will respond to w/ “i wish you were here too” and then follow it up w/ “…so i can punch you” after 30 seconds or so bc rly, oikawa? you RLY want me to spend the entirety of practice thinking abt you, don’t you? you fuckin’ asshole
suga isn’t on his phone a lot during times like summer break, spring break etc. since he’s out a lot so whenever oikawa’s phone suddenly buzzes and rings w/ the bell-sounding text alert tone, he practically sprints for it despite it being halfway across the house if he’s not holding onto it already
(and then after madly grasping for the phone and reading suga’s reply, oikawa just. calms himself down for a few minutes bc like he doesn’t wanna seem clingy or anything by replying literally 15 seconds after seeing the message)
before they started actually talking, suga kind of stereotyped oikawa so on the earlier days of their relationship when suga would receive good nights texts from oikawa telling him how his day went and then asking suga how his day went at the end of it, suga would just stare at his phone blushing bc he did not expect this
oikawa always complains that suga’s voice on through the speaker of his phone does suga’s irl voice absolutely no justice
suga always just chuckles at this but tbh he agrees bc nothing can compare to hearing oikawa’s voice in person (when he’s not speaking in that painfully fake voice he speaks to his fangirls w/ or uses when he’s trying to be sarcastic that is)
oikawa has only ever heard suga’s singing voice once. he told suga he felt like he was listening to an idol sing and oikawa has ever since then been trying to make suga sing again but he just won’t and refuses to tell oikawa why
one day, suga randomly tells oikawa “y’know, if i met you not knowing how old you are, i’d most likely assume you’re a year or two younger than me and be rly bitter towards you for being so young yet so tall and having such a great body.” oikawa doesn’t know what to do w/ this information
oikawa is usually the big spoon bc he loves burying his face in suga’s hair while suga just rly, rly enjoys it when oikawa’s practically wrapped around him mmmmMMMmmm like forget making out this is too comfy of a position for either of them to even think abt moving
when either of them spend the night at each other’s place, at least one of them absolutely has to set an alarm bc if not they’ll wake up at almost noon, decide that it’s too fudging early and then go back to sleep. no exceptions
oikawa sometimes just gets rly enraged that suga has a smaller build than he has bc suga’s jackets all smell so good and feel so warm and he wants to wear them goddammit
eventually he comes up w/ a solution to this problem by making suga wear some of his jackets that just came back from the laundry and then sneakily taking them after they smell of suga already
(altho oikawa made sure to take some good selfies w/ suga in his favorite galaxy-themed jacket)
whenever suga gets hurt, no matter how small the injury is, oikawa always fusses over him and suga is just like wow you are literally the last person who has any right to fuss over someone else’s injuries bc when it’s oikawa who gets injured he plays everything off as some variation/equivalent of a papercut
when iwaizumi found out they were dating, instead of giving suga the “if you hurt him, i’ll kill you” talk, he gives suga the “if he’s being too annoying, pls don’t hesitate to call me and i’ll do smth abt it” talk while oikawa whines indignantly in the background
meanwhile, daichi is… weirdly very invested in their relationship. he wants to know all the details and while oikawa and suga are sure it’s not bc of his slight protectiveness over his best friend (even tho he’s trying to make it seem like it is), neither of them rly know why
these asks are so old omg sorry i hope the anons who sent them actually see this
What did you like the most about Green Latern: The Animated Series?
Wow ok this has been sitting in my drafts for an unnecessary amount of time because I honestly wasn’t sure how to answer?? “All of it” seemed too simplistic
I think what I love most about it is the atmosphere, and how the show just. Immerses you in the universe. From the point where Hal sneaks onto the interceptor, Kilowog firmly inserts himself on the Interceptor’s crew, Razer flinches from killing someone, or Aya asks what a joyride is, you’re there.
It’s not just the writing that draws you in, even though that’s a large part of it. It’s the environments, how the music and the colors set the tone, and how vibrant the characters are.
Plus this show has some of the best 3D animation I’ve ever seen, hands down. It surpasses Frozen in how diverse and visually memorable it all is. I mean. Look at this.
In between the environments, the characters, the sound design, and the writing, you feel like you’re there with the crew. You see things from all of their perspectives in an experience so immersive that Resident Evil is crying in a corner.
Another reason is for years Hal Jordan has been really badly handled by writers, but in GLTAS he’s brave, caring, and clever. He may be reckless, but he’s loyal and sees the good in people. This version of Hal would probably punch his Cry For Justice counterpart in the face and I love that.
Well, actually, he’d punch him in the stomach, and then headbutt him in the face, but my point stands.
what they mean:
LUCAS AND FARKLE ARE SO GAY FOR EACH OTHER RILEY AND MAYA ARE SO GAY FOR EACH OTHER JESUS CHRIST DID YOU SEE WHEN RILEY RESTED HER HEAD ON MAYA'S SHOULDER AND MAYA WAS LIKE "yep she's back" wOW JUST GET MARRIED OH MY GOD AND THE WHOLE EPISODE LUCAS WAS LIKE "NO DONNY BARNES OR HOWEVER YOU SPELL IT I WANT MY BEST FRIEND BACK" ONE- BEST FRIEND? MORE LIKE HUSBAND HONESTLY AND THEN AT THE END LUCAS REMEMBERED SO MUCH ABOUT FARKLE AND HE WAS LIKE "i'll be here next to you" oR SOMETHING BUT THAT. THAT HONESTLY KILLED MY SOUL IT KILLED MY SOUL, MATE THEY ARE SO GAY FOR EACH OTHER THIS WHOLE SHOW IS SO GAY BUT THE WRITERS ARE LIKE NOPE ITS EITHER RUCAS OR LUCAYA LIKE WHAT ABOUT ALL THE GAY WHAT HAPPENS TO ALL THE GAY SO MUCH GAY I'M SO DONE DO YOU SEE THE WAY LUCAS LOOKS AT FARKLE LIKE HE ALWAYS LOOKS SO PROUD OF HIM ASDFGHJKL AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON RILAYA SON. RILAYA'S BEEN GAY SINCE LIKE KINDERGARTEN AND I DIDN'T EVEN SEE A FLASHBACK TO KINDERGARTEN I JUST KNOW THAT THEY WERE PROB SO GAY ALL THE OTHER KIDS SHIPPED THEM AND NOW IT'S JUST A HUGE MESS BECAUSE LUCAS IS BETWEEN THEM WH A AT AND FARKLE. FARKLE YOU LOVE THAT FREAK YOU LOVE HIM WE CAN ALL SEE IT YOU EVEN QUESTIONED YOURSELF IF HE THOUGHT OF YOU AS A BEST FRIEND IN FLAWS BUT HE REASSURED YOU AND NOW YOU'RE WAY PAST THE BEST FRIENDS LINE HOLY ASDFGHJKL I CAN'T DO THIS I CAN'T DO THIS AT ALL liKE LARKLE AND RILAYA ARE SO G A Y BUT ITS ALWAYS RUCAS AND LUCAYA IN THE NEWS even though i ship lucaya bUT I SHIP MY GAY BABIES TOO I SHIP THEM A LOT I DON'T CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE YEARBOOK WAS SUCH A GAY EPISODE JESUS CHRIST WH A T T T T T AND YET NONE OF THE GAY WILL BE ENDGAME I'M SO UPSET I DON'T KNOW WHY OH MY GOD D D D I HATE THIS SHOW SO MUCH WITH A BURNING PASSION IT'S SO OBVIOUS THE GAY'S SO OBVIOUS BUT MICHAEL JACOBS IS OVER HERE LIKE lol nope liKE YOU'RE GIVING US SO MUCH GAY SO. MUCH. GAY. AND YET YOU JUST SIT THERE AS THE FANDOM ERUPTS AFTER YEARBOOK AND EVEN THOUGH YOU WROTE PROB ALL THE LINES FOR THE GAY YOU'RE LIKE lol what's rilaya and larkle there's only rucas and lucaya liKE HOLD UP YOU WROTE ALL THIS GAY OK OK I ACtually don't know if you wrote it bUT IT'S STILL ALL YOUR FAULT. aLL. YOUR. FAULT. eFF I'M SO EMOTION ALL LL LL L L L SO MUCH GAY THE FANDOM ERUPTED BECAUSE OF THE G AY BY E E E E E E I HAVE LIKE FIFTEEN DRAFTS OF LARKLE FANFICTION IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT BRO ALL YOURS AND I HATE THIS I LOVE IT SO MUCH BUT I HATE IT WHY MUST YOU GIVE ME SO MUCH GAY MY HEART HURTS DO YOU EVEN UN D ER STA ND THAT YOU'RE BREAKING THE FANDOM WOW YOU MADE 99.9999999999% OF THE FANDOM SHIP ALL THE GAY MAYBE EVEN 100% or 101% OF THE FANDOM AND 101% ISN'T EVEN POSSIBLE HHHhhHHHHhHHh h h hHHHHH h hHHHHHH BY E AT YOU I JUSt sTOP IT STOP BREAKING MY HEART STOP HURTING MY SOUL WITH THIS GAY and jusT THE ENDING OF YEARBOOK BROKE ME IT BROKE ME TO THE CORE EFF YOU I'M SO do N E E NE EJE BOH OUGSUY GVIAV KAJG VUGSKH VBK BWKGB KGW HKJBH KW INCOHERENT SCREAMING bYE
*is the last remaining marauder that is not dead or a traitor, was believed to BE the traitor that murdered the other two marauders, is kept in azkaban for twelve years before escaping and then fucking re-escaping hogwarts on a fucking hippogriff and then two years after being fucking reunited, dies before remus's own fucking eyes and who's body is never even fucking seen by remus again*
GALLOWAY: You wrote 87-88 West Wingscripts, basically the entire first four years.
GALLOWAY: Do you regret leaving the show?
SORKIN: Leaving was very difficult. I loved the show, and I particularly loved everyone I worked with on the show. The cast and crew and I were very, very close. We were very proud of what we were doing and we were also riding high on the hog. We had won the Emmy for best drama all four of those years. I felt like for four years I had the best job in show business. So leaving was a very difficult thing, but I think it was the right thing. I don’t regret it. I can’t tell you whether the quality of the show declined or not, because I have never seen an episode of The West Wing from seasons five, six, or seven.
~ Time seemed to melt on the way to Bespin, one day into the next in a never ending sea of stars. A collection of scenes from that fateful flight.
A few nights after she cries to sleep in Han’s arms Leia automatically starts going to the double bunk each evening. She always goes to bed (if not to sleep) well before Han, and he stops in the doorway when he notices Leia curled in his bunk facing the bulkhead- and he can’t help but smile. He walks across the cabin with more noise than is necessary in order to not sneak up and startle her, and softly asks if she’s ok. Cocooned in blankets he sees her braids nod and she replies with a voice barely above a whisper- “I’ll wind up here anyway. Could you…could you hold me?”
The next day Han notices the spare bunk has been stripped, the mattress tucked away into storage. The extra blankets and pillows have been layered on the larger bunk- Leia wraps herself in multiple blankets until only her crown braids and the top half of her face can be seen. Han only just hears her muffled request for a hug.
The night cycle ends and the lights softly power up- Han squints into the light, arms around Leia, and it dawns on him that they slept through the night. Leia didn’t scream, cry or whimper, she’d had her first peaceful night in…Han didn’t want to think how long. He slipped his arms from around her and went to to work on the Falcon and give her a well overdue sleep-in. When she emerges he greets her with a caf and “congratulations”
She has relapses of course- but not the full on screaming of the first few nights. The occasional whimpers, tears falling damp on the pillow…the worst is when she calls for her father. Han’s heart breaks for her that night. But a few nights after her first dreamless sleep Leia asks if the running lights can be turned off- and the darkness makes her bold. Han is mostly asleep when she rolls over and softly kisses him.
One night as Han climbs into bed all that can be seen of Leia is a nest of braids, and she stirs when he runs a hand up her neck. He asks how she sleeps like that- wouldn’t it be more comfortable to have it out? Not lying on braids or having pins poke? Leia’s reply is soft but firm- “I must always have it up. It’s tradition”. Han is curious, but doesn’t press. She’ll tell him when- if- she’s ready.
They fall into a routine- Leia is the first to bed, wrapping herself in blankets and lying curled on her side facing the bulkhead. She stares at the rivets until she starts to doze. Han will come in- eventually- and fall down behind her, wrapping his arms around her and softly kissing her neck. They softly talk in the dark, their sentences punctuated with kisses. The conversation starts differently every night but ends up in a back and forth of asking each other questions. It’s through this game that they learn the most about each other- Leia learns Han once had a little sister (although she doesn’t ask what happened), and Han learns Leia got the scar on her foot from broken glass in her father’s office (staining the whole rug in the process, she laughed). They hold each other and eventually the questions get harder, the pauses get longer and they just lie together, each silently thanking the galaxy for bringing them to this moment.
As the routine becomes easier, the questions start earlier, start more playful. A few questions in Han asks something he’s been curious to know, ever since her burst into her quarters one morning at Echo Base- “you jumped and blushed, as if I’d caught you undressed…was it because your hair wasn’t all up?” His hands were on her neck, fingers splayed over her braids, and he felt her nod. “No one is supposed to see my hair down- the only people who have are my parents and Winter…it’s tradition, it’s been a part of Alderaanian culture for centuries…it shows poise, and class…modesty, propriety. The only people to see a woman’s hair should be her husband, immediate family and sometimes very close friends…” she trailed off and Han heard her breath hitch. “And now, it’s more important than ever. If we don’t keep our traditions, our language, our culture…then the Empire has won. Then Alderaan is truly destroyed.” Han gives her a minute, and she sighs before changing the topic- “so how did you get those scars on your knuckles? Some lowly cantina brawl?”
Han becomes fascinated with the idea of seeing Leia’s hair- every morning she disappears into the fresher and emerges with it all freshly styled. He feels like he knows her nearly completely, but her hair is one of the final mysteries. One night as their questions wind down his hands make their way to her hair and his fingers weave under the braids, feeling the pins holding everything together. Without really thinking he starts to wriggle a pin free, and feels Leia tense up next to him. “I’m sorry” he whispers, and Leia’s reply is even softer, “No, it’s…it’s all right” and Han deftly removes the pin. Leia’s heart is racing and she’s struggling to keep her breathing calm. No man had ever seen her hair, save her father, and her mother’s word echoed in her head promise me, Lelila, you won’t undo your hair until your wedding night, the speech about modesty, propriety…but as another pin falls and the braids loosen she can’t help feel…feel that this is right. But her breath catches in her chest and she feels her face flush and what is this feeling…and suddenly Han has worked all the pins out and the braids unravel and she hears his gasp, feels his fingers running through her hair and then he’s kissing her hard and his hands are clenched in her hair and her mother’s words fall away because if anyone deserves to see her unbound then it’s this man who has helped her through so much- they eventually fall asleep with her hair fanned across the pillows. The next morning she lets Han watch as she deftly weaves and pins, and tells him how her father would help with her hair after her mother died.
One evening Han heads to bed early, and hearing Leia in the ‘fresher decides to lie on her side (it makes him smile like a love-struck fool to think that she has a side in his bed) and wait for her. He’s shocked and amazed when she walks out in an old shirt of his that falls to her knees, damp hair cascading over one shoulder…and nothing else. Leia spots him and stops dead, a flush of pink appearing in her cheeks, whilst Han is so smitten he sits up to fully look at her (and he can’t believe that somehow the stars aligned across the galaxy so that this moment is even happening). Pushing aside her shyness, Leia walks over to the bunk and lets Han run his hands through her hair. Suddenly his hands are on her waist, he pulls her down onto his lap and kisses her fiercely, and she’s kissing him back just as hard and his hands are everywhere and before she knows it the shirt is gone and she’s lying on the bunk with him above her and can she do this? Is this a line she wants to cross? but his lips are on her neck and her breathing is hard and fast and she pulls him to her. They sleepily smile at each other in the light of the morning and Leia knows that they made no mistake.
After finishing some of the last repairs, Han searches for Leia before finding her in her favourite spot- curled in the seat of the gun tower, watching the stars spin by. A datapad lies discarded on the floor and her eyes are hazy, watching as Han awkwardly wedges himself beside her. Neither says a word as the galaxy slowly moves around them. “My father used to show me the stars” Leia breaks the silence, not taking her eyes from the viewscreen. “We would wander the gardens and he would tell me of planets, of their cultures, the constellations and their stories…” tears form in her eyes, “He told me that great people always live on, their presence lighting the galaxy like the stars…” Her voice trails off, and Han puts an arm around her. A thought comes to his mind and he keys up a starmap on the display in front of them, quickly gleaning the information he needs and turning his attention to the viewscreen. “There” he takes Leia’s hand and guides it to point to a cluster of stars, “That…that’s Alderaan.” Leia’s eyes widen and a silent tears rolls down her cheek. They stay there for hours, silently watching.
It’s a few evenings later when Han disappears at dinner and reappears with a sealed bottle of Corellian whisky. “A celebration” is his answer to Leia’s raised eyebrow and Chewie’s soft growl. “We passed the halfway point today, and all the repairs are finished- aside from the hyperdrive, she’s in the best condition she’s ever been.” He pours out the whisky, doubles all around, and they toast. The bottle is empty before they know it, all three laughing and joking- Leia hasn’t felt this relaxed in a long time, and eventually the whisky makes her eyelids heavy and the floor spin. She stands, excusing herself and nearly tripping in the process. Han jumps up to catch her and she kisses his cheek, smiling. “I’m going with her” he says to Chewie, who rumbles at Han and ruffles his hair, and Leia tries her best to translate- she figures if she’s going to spend time on the Falcon, and spend time with Han, then the least she can do is learn to understand his loyal co-pilot- but only catches “time” and “cub” in her fuzzy mind. Han laughs and pushes the furry arm away, “thanks pal”, and half-carries Leia to his- their- cabin. Gently laying her down and tucking the blankets around her, he’s taken aback when she grabs his shirt and pulls him to her, throwing all her want and need into her kiss- and he’s happy to oblige. Eventually Leia pulls away, gasping softly, and suddenly the words “I love you” spill from Han’s mouth. Leia’s eyes widen and she subtly pulls back from him, not sure what to think…or what to say. Instead she just pulls him closer. Later, in the dark, she whispers a confession that she hoped they hadn’t passed halfway yet “because that means our time together is coming to end.” “An end? Leia,” his voice has the slightest hint of frustration, “there is no end. Sure there’s the rebellion, but we’ll still be together, we’ll still have each other…right? I promise, I’m not going anywhere.” Leia snuggles in closer, her voice muffled against his chest. “The fight will tear us apart Han, and I couldn’t bare to lose you…” she takes a breath, hesitates, whispering so that Han can’t hear…“I love you”