#human han

“I don’t get it Mom, why isn’t it working?” Leia was not in a good mood, that much was obvious, even without looking directly at the large scowl on her face. 

Padme briefly looked at her youngest child, before returning her eyes to the work she was trying to do in her office. Not that she was actually managing well with her children AND her husband present, but she still tried.

“Have you tried hypnosis?” she asked Leia.

“Of course, I tried EVERYTHING. Hell, even Luke tried to hypnotize him together with me. It is as if Han is immun,” she crossed her arms over her chest. The way she was seated cross legged on the floor to Padme’s feet and with the big pout on her face, she looked more like a spoiled child then anything else.

“Language,” chided Padme sternly. She was a Senator and did not like if her children used foul language. Them she made a humming sound. “This is… surprising. There is no human, who can resist a vampire’s power, at least not for long. Unless, he is protected by a charm…” She let the sentence trail off, awaiting an answer to her unspoken question.

“He doesn’t wear one, I checked… unless it is hidden under his pants that is…” she quickly added the last part. “And neither Luke, not Obi-Wan can detect one on him.”

The brown haired Senator raised an eyebrow. “You asked Obi-Wan to spy for you?” Obi-Wan was an active and essential part of their family. The children loved him and he was training both Luke AND Leia in the arts of the Jedi. It didn’t matter that a Jedi usually was not supposed to have more than one Padawan at a time. Since Luke and Leia were twins, an exception was made that and Obi-Wan had not tolerated a ‘no’ as an answer.

“I told him that Han seemed immun to hypnosis and that we were suspecting he was wearing a charm, but that we were unable to sense one. He checked then,” she explained. 

“Well,” Padme leaned back in her chair. “There ARE exceptions, when a human will not fall for vampire powers. Qui-Gon once told me that a hypnosis or a charm can be withstood, if something that is rooted deep inside the human’s mind, works against it. Fear usually is a blocker for our powers.”

“What could he fear that he would withstand my magic?” Leia asked.

“I have no idea honey,” Padme shrugged and looked intently at her daughter. “I guess you have to do this the ‘old fashioned’ way.” Padme wasn’t blind nor stupid, she had seen the connected between the smuggler and her precious daughter upon first spotting the two together. Han was her daughter’s mate, that much was clear. And if she had to help to bring those two together, then she would.

“Old fashioned way?” the teenager dressed in a white gown, asked.

Padme smiled, “Like the humans do.” In her eyes was a strange gleam. She had already the perfect idea for several sweet and romantic dates. A visit to a tailor was in order though, Leia needed a few different kind of dresses for her plan to work. 

“Mom?” she sounded sceptical. 

“Don’t worry dear, Mommy knows what she is doing.” Her grin almost split his face.

In the hanger bay of the Senatorial building was Han Solo currently working on his transport. The Millennium Falcon was his newest acquisition and he was already in love with it. So was Chewie, who was also working, but in the inside of the starship.

The smuggler didn’t notice the approaching footsteps, until it was already too late.

“Where did you get this ship?” a stern and not amused voice asked, causing Han to jump in surprise and to bump his head. 

He rubbed his head and his green eyes gazed up at the scowling blonde, who know stood before him. “Mr Skywalker, Sir,” he cleared his throat. 

“I asked you a question.”

Han winced. He would never tell it anybody, but the older male was frightening him. There was just something about him, that made his blood run cold. “Lando Calrission owned me money and he paid it by giving me the ship,” he quickly explained, almost stumbling over his words.

Anakin grunted. He did not believe the smuggler’s words and had already made a mental note to investigate, if the man was speaking the truth. “It looks… decent.” He said. In all honesty, the ship looked more like a junk heap than anything else, but Anakin knew that inside, a real treasure was hidden.

“Thank you,” mumbled the human man with the light brown hair.

“So,” not things were getting interesting. “Have you had any contact with my daughter recently?”

“NO, I mean yes, I mean,” he shut up at the irritated glare he received from the blonde. “I spoke to her… yesterday.”

The Jedi nodded slowly. “You remember what I told you?” He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow.

“Of course Sir. I won’t hurt our daughter, I promise. No harm will come to her, at least not from me…. not that I wish any harm upon her, I just mean..”

“I KNOW what you mean,” he interrupted the mindless babbling sound. “Good, since this is clear, I leave you to your… work.” He waited until Han Solo, his daughter’s mate, nodded and then he turned around to walk away. He had dared the smuggler - and how much he wished that Han Solo was something decent - to hurt his princess. He would hurt the boy - and his Wookie if necessary - should his daughter be harmed in any way, physically OR emotionally. The man might be her mate, but that did not mean her could treat her how he wanted.