Some oneshots of your favorites!
I write for:
- Avengers/MCU
- Criminal Minds
- Harry Potter
- Star Wars
- The Originals
- The 100
- Twilight
✷✷✷
I own none of these characters. All rights go to their respective creator:
- Stan Lee (Avengers/MCU)
...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
✘♚✘
You glare at Han, your shirt soaked and sticky.
"It wasn't me."
"Uh huh."
"It wasn't! Do you truly think I would shake up a drink just for you to open it?"
"Yes."
"Why would I waste such a delicious beverage?"
"Because your brain is a can of corrosion."
"My brain is top notch, thank you very much."
"It most certainly isn't."
"Wrong."
"You're annoying."
"But you love me."
"I don't know what I feel about you, but I can assure you it's definitely not love."
"Ouch," he replies, a hand over his heart.
As you're about to rub salt on the wound, Chewbacca comes over and mentions something about someone looking for a ship for hire.
"Oh?" Han says, glancing at you. You down the rest of your drink, nodding once. "Time to work for a living."
The three of you walk over to a table where an old man and a blond farm boy are sitting.
"Han Solo. I'm captain of the Millennium Falcon," Han says, sliding in after Chewbacca. You slide in next to him, smiling at the pair. "And this is my wife (Y/N)."
You glare at him.
"I am not your wife." Han ignores you, focusing on the two men.
"Chewie here tells me you're looking for passage to the Alderaan system."
"Yes, indeed, if it's a fast ship," the old man replies. Han leans forward.
"Fast ship? You've never heard of the Millennium Falcon?" he asks, bewildered. You roll your eyes at his dramatics.
"Should I have?" the old man asks.
"It's the ship that made the Kessel run in less than twelve parsecs." The two give no reaction, and you giggle, causing Han to shoot a quick glare at you. "I've outrun Imperial starships. Not the local bulkers, mind you. I'm talking about the Corellian ships now." The blond boy looks at you, and you smirk a little. "She's fast enough for you, old man. What's the cargo."
"Only passengers. Myself, the boy, two droids, and no questions asked." Han grins, leaning back, shaking his head slightly.
"What is it, some kind of local trouble?"
"Let's just say we'd like to avoid any Imperial entanglements," the old man eludes. Han straights, and you know what's coming next.
"That's the real trick, isn't it? And it's gonna cost you something extra. Ten thousand, all in advance." You don't say anything, knowing you need the money to pay off Jabba before Han becomes his breakfast, but that's still a lot to ask.
