#i usually keep this blog like pg 13 but like. dp anyone???? spitroasting????? leia can take it. and even if she can't she will

[willowcrowned]

Hi. Me again. I'm asking for more star wars cause I cant figure out what other fandoms your in.

If your ok with poly what about boba, fennec, and leia for number 5?

my ao3 is a good way to see what fandoms I’m for sure comfortable writing for, but anything I’ve blogged about goes

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5. one night stand and falling pregnant au

She kind of gets what Luke means, now, about Tatooine being impossible to escape from. Every time she thinks she's gotten away, it drags her back.

It should have been a one night stand. It was a one night stand—one last hurrah in the blood and sweat of the desert, spice cartels burnt and scattered across, Han on the other side of the galaxy shacking up with some old "buddy" of his. It had been dark and just this side of too cold, and she'd had her mouth halfway down Shand's dick when Fett had walked in and given her that look, black and hot, and it had been all over from there.

And now she's halfway through tearing the senate apart—you can't clean without making a mess first—and the stupid plastic stick is telling her she's two months along, and Han is outside making nice with some idiot diplomat like she asked him, probably saying something about the ring on her finger and how they're settling down, how they're stable, here for good.

The tile is cool against her feet, her mouth pressed into a bitter line as she not-so-idly wonders what exactly happens to senators pregnant with the baby of an outer-rim warlord. Or, she amends, the baby of his right hand.

Outside, Han laughs charmingly, and she bites her tongue until she can't feel it anymore. Then she wraps the test in toilet paper so thick no one will be able to tell what it is, tosses it in the trash shoot, and stands up.

When she looks in the mirror, her hair is perfect. She pastes on a smile and walks back out.