luvmontana

the sudden bolt from the empire ship catches everyone on board the millennium falcon off guard. Han and chewie stir in their seats, eyes glancing around the ship, whilst yourself, r2d2 and c3po are sent flying around the cockpit.

"Oh what are we to do?" C3po says, his robotic voice mixing in with the blasters of the ship firing as he throws his hands up to try to cover his eyes.

"Just can your tin will ya'" Han yells, flipping switches and buttons around the control centre, trying to angle the blasters to hit the tie fighter that follows. Big bursts of air flood from one of the pipes in the cockpit access corridor, the sound piercing everyone's ears.

Chewbacca swirls his chair around, shoving r2d2 out of the way so he can go fix the other problem. Han aggressively shouts, slamming more buttons on the centre. You slide yourself in in front of the terrified golden robot and into the captains seat, looking at Han waiting for his next reaction.

"I can help! Let me help!" You yell, watching as the tie fighter does rings around the ship. "I am not letting a girl, let alone YOU, fly my ship!" Han states, letting his words out with a poisonous tone. Your mouth falls open in shock, eyebrows creasing as your eyes fill with fury.

The beige colour of the planet that shone before you enters your vision as the ship maneuvers through towers of boulders. Before you could mouth any type of redemption, the both of you are sent flying sidewards, the disregard of the chairs seatbelt causes your body to fall into the lap of his as he turns the falcon sideways.

"Not now sweetheart, i'm trying to fly!"

You roll your eyes dramatically, watching as the ships falls into one of the dark, circle shaped tunnels to hide in. Han softly lands the ship behind a small spot of rocks, trying to blend in. You held your breath as you watch the Tie Fighter zoom past the ship and out the other end of the planet.

"Oh princess, if you wanted to get closer to me all you had to do was ask," the teasing tone of Han's breaks the silence. You let out a scoff as you push yourself out of his lap and back into the other chair. You look up at him and notice the smirk that's begging to be slapped off of his face.

"You're just begging for me to slap you," You say through gritted teeth. "Maybe I would like that princess," He replies.

"Of course you would, and I would guess you like the chase of almost killing us all?" You question, eyes widening and crossing your arms over your chest. Han slowly starts to stand up and you follow subconsciously, the tension rising throughout the room.

"I saved us!" Han shouts, fingers pointed towards his own chest. "You nearly killed us!” You shout back, taking a step towards him. "I would never put you in that amount of danger!" the vein on his forehead starts to pulse slightly.

His calloused hands roughly grab your shoulders, slightly shaking you with the sheer amount of force he used as he makes you stare into his eyes. Your faces are mere centimetres apart, staggered breaths leaving both of your mouths.

"I would never put you in that amount of danger, princess" he says again, this time softer. The parts around his eyes soften as he rubs his hands down your shoulders to your arms and back up again.

Shambles of words fall out of your mouth as you search his eyes for the truth. Han looks down again and then back up. He shoves his lips onto yours roughly, bringing your body closer to his as he deepens the kiss.

His hand places itself on the middle of your back, subtly pulling yourself closing to him, while his other hand gently caresses the side of your face. His actions, soft and gentle, contrasted greatly at his earlier actions of pushing you around. You both pull away, Han still keeping his large hand on your face.

“If you just wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask,” You say, rolling your eyes before walking out of the cockpit to go and help the rest of the crew.

The smell of sweet vanilla cupcakes flood your senses as you unlock the door to your small diner. You flick the light switch near the door and watch as all the lights flick on, the little sitting area that's displayed near the window shines brightly as well as your counter that show’s off all of your fresh food for sale.

Walking behind the countertop, you throw on your brown apron while continuing your walk to the cash register. You unlock the pin and start to count your money from the previous week of sales. The ding of the little bell above the door interrupts your thoughts. “Oh, I'm so sorry we’re not currently open just yet, I forgot to put the sign up today,” You say, looking at the money in your hands. Placing the money back into the register, your eyes flick up towards the stranger. 

“Henry?” His name slips past your lips without even thinking. He stands shyly at the door, wallet and keys in his hand. “(Y/N)?, I didn’t even know you worked here, how are you?” A smile sneaks its way onto his lips as he walks over to the counter. 

“It’s been a while, I've been good,” You reply, a small laugh following your response. A question nags at the back of your head as you gaze at him. “How did you know I'll be here?” the question takes him by surprise as you watch his eyebrows rise quickly. “Oh? no no, I saw this place a little while ago and made a mental note to check it out one day, just for a change of pace,” He rants, nervously playing with his hands. You smile and laugh softly, walking over to the display of food. You reach in with your gloved covered hands and grab a nice sandwich from the selection. Walking back over to Henry, you give him a soft smile while placing the food in a package. Small stickers labelled with your store’s name is off to the right of you.

“This is for the other night, i never got to say thank you, so have this,” Your hand brushes against his as you hand him the sandwich.

The air around you both stills as you lock eyes, Henry’s is the first to break when you see his eyes look down towards your lip and back up to your eyes. He chuckles lightly, passing the food backwards and forwards in his hand.

“You don’t have to thank me for that, whoever your date was, is clearly a dick,” He says, a stern look overcoming his face. You wave your hand to brush off the comment, “Oh no, it doesn’t really matter anymore, but I still appreciate your help,”. 

The small talk does down as Henry thinks of what to say, multiple answers cross his mind but one sticks out.

“Well maybe, as a thank you, I could take you out on a proper date tonight?” He says, his fingers twiddling with each other. Nervousness is written all over his face as he bites his lip softly.

“Is seven o’clock okay for you?” you say, a wide grin on your face.

“It’s perfect,”

“Listen up recruits, you’ll all be paired with one of my skilled gunman, who they choose is up to them and if I find that you have messed around you will be terminated immediately,” He pauses, staring at the recruits that lined up in front of him. “When i call your name and who you are with you can start, do you understand,” A chorus of ‘yes sir’ fall from the crowd. Price grunts in agreement before he starts to call out names.

You watch as the people around you get paired up and sent out to the training stations that are placed neatly in a circular shape around the stage. Some stations have guns lined up on tables with targets waiting far away from them, another has a Spartan barbed wire crawl that's filled with mud. 

“Y/N L/N, you’re going to be paired up with Ghost,” He yells out, scanning across the crowd for your face before he continues to call on more recruits. Your feet drag yourself up the stairs that connect to the stage and towards the man who holds his arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable because of the mask on his face.

As soon as you set foot onto the stage he instantly picks up his gun and walks off in the other direction, towards one of the stations. You quicken your pace to catch up to him, strolling beside him calmly. You both arrive at one of the stations with the table full of guns. He walks over to the chair that looks lazily thrown out in the corner and takes a seat. 

“Hurry up and grab a gun,” he says, leaning back into the chair with his hands on his head. You go and grab a small revolver, passing it between your hands as you walk up to the line so you could shoot. You look over at Ghost waiting for permission to actually try to shoot. He gives a small nod and you raise the gun, your hands slightly wavering as you aim for one of the closer targets that are set up across a large field. The gun bobs up and down softly as you try to aim straight.

The gun goes off loudly as you jump back in surprise. You bring the gun down as you look at the target to see a bullet hole, but the target looks good as new. 

“You missed,” his low voice booms out loudly, looking at you with disbelief laced into his words. His large boots shake the ground as he strides over to you, grabbing your hand holding the gun with his, lining it up properly to aim at the target. 

“You need to actually look and aim at the target before you shoot,”. He straightens up the gun to properly aim at the target before continuing. “Don’t bob it up and down either, keep it steady otherwise you’ll be the one whose dead,”. His voice goes lower, adding a more serious tone of voice to the conversation. 

Again the gun shouts loudly, bullets whistling through the air piercing straight into the middle of the target. He scoffs lightly before walking back over to his seat. He lands with a huff as he places his hands on his knees as he stares at you. 

Running his hands through his hair, Charlie lets out a soft sigh. “You alright, Charls?” you ask, concern laced between your words. He rolls over in your shared bed, shuffling his body to press up against your back as he wraps his arms around your midriff. “I’m not sure on how to feel about Bella dating that Edward dude, he gives off a weird vibe” he mumbles, placing his head between that small spot of your shoulder and neck. You place your hands on top of his before responding.

 “It’s okay to feel that way honey, but she’s starting to get to that point of making decisions for herself”. You let out a deep breath before continuing. “He seems like a good kid, give him a chance” Charlie groans at your choice of words. For a second there's silence, a comfortable silence where you’re both thinking the same thing. Charlie shuffles behind you, trying to get comfortable in this cuddle position before he speaks up.

- When he makes drug deals he always makes sure you stay away from that stuff

- Unless you already do drugs

- would definitely call you baby or princess

- wouldn’t care about calling you pet names in public

- Would invite you to every hell fire session 

- would be dying to teach you how to play 

- Secret late night dnd sessions where he teaches you how to play

- During one of his sessions he would throw your character in as a distraction so he could plot more plans

- this includes him giving you random questions about the game 

- and also includes you wanting to sit on his gorgeous throne

- “come on it’ll be really quick,” “I love you but no”

- Sometimes you hover over it just to piss him off

- He ends up making a compromise of you sitting on his lap while he's on the throne

The sound of shoes clicking through the hallway catches your attention as you cast your gaze to the now open doors. “Well, well, well.. look what the cat dragged in,”. You roll your eyes as soon as he sets foot in your view. “Aww don’t do me like that sunshine,” His chuckle echoes through the room as he takes the seat next to you in the living room. Lloyd leans over to grab the hand that's placed in your lap softly. 

“these rings new? cause i sure as hell didn't give them to you,” he grumbles, turning your hand over to get a better look at said rings. A scoff leaves your lips as you try to turn away from him. His grip on your hand tightens as he pulls you closer to him. “And what happened to my rings baby, hm?” his taunting words surround your mind. He leans his head towards yours, looking into your eyes while waiting for a response but he’s only met with silence. “Aw that’s okay baby, I’ll buy you some more,”  he coos before he lets go of your head and settles back into the chair properly. You fidget with your hands nervously as Lloyd starts to hum. 

A beat passes between the two of you before gunshots ring out from the front of the house, slightly muffled by the floor. “i swear this always happens whenever I see you Lloyd,” you grit through your teeth, your hand falling between your legs and your gun holster that's strapped onto the side of your thigh. Lloyd digs his hand between the cushion and the couch that he's sitting on to pull out a small handgun. He tilts a knowing smirk your way before replying. “Good to see you too (Y/N),”. Screams erupt through the house as more bullets are shot in the house. Lloyd moves close to the door and signals for you to follow with a simple flick of his fingers. 

The shooting seems to stop for a minute, almost as if time had froze. A loud creak in the hallway makes you stop moving and hold your breath. The grip on your gun tightens as the door handle wiggles around. Lloyd puts a finger to his mouth to silence before he walks next to the door. The door handle freezes and receding footsteps can be heard softly. A little sight of relief escapes your body and as you relax the grip on your gun. “That was close,” you say, tiptoeing over to him. Lloyd places his ear against the door, an eyebrow raising in confusion. 

His face drops in realization before he tries to run and push you away. Everything moves in slow motion as he tackles you to the ground, left to the door. He covers his body with yours, his hands are tucked under your neck with his bicep behind your head acting like a pillow. The sound of the door being shot down fills the room loudly, bullets shooting through the door and wall as the attacker moves down the hallway. Glass vases shatter across the room, cutting your upper cheek slightly as you shield your head into Lloyd’s chest. 

“Keep your head down and stay low,” he mutters softly, staring you deeply in the eyes. He grabs the gun in his hand and crawls to the middle of the room before he open fires. He continues to shoot as he walks to the back of the room and knocks over the sofa you were sitting on, using it as a shield. Grunts are coming from both ends as you crawl to the back of the room off to the side out of harms way. Lloyd continues to shoot blindly through the wall, ducking behind the tipped sofa every now and again. His eyes scan across the room to find your now empty spot covered in bullet holes but a turn of his head to the back of the room indicates that you’re unharmed. No shots are fired from either side of the wall as he gets up from his makeshift shelter. 

he stalks his way over to the door, holding his gun tightly in his hands still ready to shoot at any movement he detects in the hallway. The door falls open as a man in all black slams to the ground covered in bullet wounds. A groan leaves your lips as you watch the blood seep from his body and form a small pool on the nice carpet that covered the room. 

We know that our Neville would never cheat on anyone so he probably broke up with you because he thought you deserved better

Even though he knew he was making a bad decision he still went through with it

Would ask for his plants back 

Would definitely regret breaking up with you

when you two broke up he would’ve tried to keep it together around you but would’ve broke down around his friends

He would think about ringing you late at night to try and win you back but would go against it

After finding out you were pregnant you promised to give these babies the best life they could have

and i mean the best life, like they would get all the shit, good education at Hogwarts? hell yes, the best animal companions? fuck yeah

the only person you told was Lily, and she gave you full support after knowing what happened with Neville

even though each time she saw you she tried to convince you to tell Neville 

On your due date she was the only one that entered the delivery room

and golly gosh she was the best like if your neck was hurting she would grab you a pillow, a little bit hungry? oh she would just pop down to the café 

And only a couple hours later you gave birth to 4 beautiful children 3 boys and 1 girl 

but each time you looked into their eyes you could only think about Neville 

 But you never had the heart to tell Neville that they were his 

over time when they grew up the boys started to act a lot like him too

sometimes it would be hard to look at them because of how much they resembled him 

being the only girl your daughter grew very attached to you 

And goddamn her attitude cracks you up

sometimes she’s cold to her brothers but she does love them

your kids like to ask you about their father, and you try your hardest to change the subject very quickly by holding something expensive in front of their faces

but you knew the questions wouldn’t stop and they would come eventually

but that didn’t stop you from trying to hide any evidence of Neville around your kids

forgotten photos on your phone? deleted immediately,

Initials carved into trees at the local park? crossed out

it broke your heart to do those things though