Star Wars Preferences

he cries

Han's is technically an AU

anakin:
The pressure was getting to him. Obi Wan was pushing him, Count Dooku was still out there and one day the stress became too much.

You came home to find him silently crying on the couch, face pushed into a pillow. You immediately walked over to him, lifting his head out of the pillow and placing it into your lap. His body racked with sobs, and you didn't speak, just letting him cry. You ran your hands through his hair, playing with his Padawan braid.

Once he stopped crying, he started to speak. "I just feel so stressed, because Obi Wan is pushing me too hard and Count Dooku is still out there and-"

"I know, I know."

"Thank you."

"No worries. Whenever you need it, I'm here."

luke:
The first time you saw Luke cry was at Darth Vader's funeral. Tears rolled down his cheeks, while he brushed them away to no avail. You were staring at the burning form of his father, the tears falling freely down your cheeks. He was as close to a fatherly figure as you'd ever had, and now he was gone. Every once in a while you sneaked a peek at Luke, seeing how he was coping.

You walked behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his shoulder. He leaned back into your embrace, smiling weakly at you. You removed one of your hands to stroke his cheek. "It'll be okay."

He nodded. "As long as you're here."

han:
Chewie had been shot. He was now lying in a hospital bed, pulse beeping slowly. You had been in the waiting room for 8 hours, pacing the floor. Han was there too. The nurse had said that he would be fine, but after the 5 hour mark you were worried. What was taking so long?

"Love, please stop pacing. It's making me nervous." His voice cracked at the end, and when you looked up his face was hidden in his arms, shoulders shaking.

It broke your heart. Normally Han was tough and brave, but when it came to his friends he was vulnerable. "Han, please babe, don't cry." You walked over and wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

He buried his face into your shoulder, tears soaking through your shirt. You stayed like that for what seemed like hours, stopping once the nurse returned with good news.

obi wan:
Obi Wan's lip trembled. You noticed this, taking it as a sign of tears about to fall. And you were right. When you looked up into his eyes, you saw how glassy they were. You sighed and opened your arms. "Come here." He gratefully walked into your arms, burying his head into your hair. Then the tears began to fall.

"Why?" He wailed. "He was such a good kid!"

You nodded, agreeing with him. It was no secret to you that Obi Wan saw Anakin like a son, brother and friend. But there was nothing you could do. Anakin had chosen his path, and you had chosen yours. So you let the tears keep on coming.