Summary: “It’s not fine! They just attacked you!” he screeched. Luke went silent when Han and the Mando shared an amused look. Clearly, he was missing something here. “You’ve never met a Mandalorian, have you?” asked the Mando, snorting.
Requested by Anon: Can I get Han Solo x fellow scoundrel reader? Just the two of them getting into trouble and being snarky with each other
Key: (h/c) - hair colour, (Y/N) - your name, Atin’ika - a pet name with the root Atin meaning stubborn and the suffix ‘ika meaning little, Kaysh mirsh solus - he’s an idiot (literally: his brain cell is lonely), Mir’sheb - smartass
Warnings: i physically could not resist implying a future han/reader/luke situation sorry not sorry, cursing, mentions of imprisonment
Word Count: 1,058
Note: i love love love the original trilogy characters i am BEGGING yall to request more of them when requests are open. I hope you don’t mind that i made the reader a mandalorian-- i’ve become o b s e s s e d with the culture and i thought it would be fun to play with a mando reader.
"Han Solo, I'm gonna kick your ass--"
The second Luke heard the mutter come from the cell next to the one he and his companion were thrown into, he knew they were in for it. Han had enemies everywhere, he was slowly learning, but prisons happened to be one of the easiest places to find them.
"Kid," Han told him as the person in the other cell started shouting in another language, "it's fine. We're fine. Don't worry about it."
Luke worried about it.
Even when the cell door blew open ten minutes later, he worried about it. He only began to lose his mind when Han let out their cell neighbour, who was dressed head to toe in armour-- Mandalorian armour. Luke was going to kill Han.
Sure, their new friend seemed to be helping them escape, but the fact that they turned and hissed curses at Han that made Luke's falsely innocent ears turn red made him uneasy. Was this a Leia situation? Was the snark hiding the possibility of a decent friendship? Would the Mando turn on them the second they were safe?
Well. That answer came pretty quickly as soon as they ducked into the Falcon, Chewie at the wheel, and the Mando bashed their head against Han’s.
“Woah, woah, woah!” Luke cried breathlessly, rushing between them and tugging them apart.
Han shook off his dizziness and still tried to push Luke away. “Kid, it’s fine--”
“It’s not fine! They just attacked you!” he screeched.
Luke went silent when Han and the Mando shared an amused look. Clearly, he was missing something here.
“You’ve never met a Mandalorian, have you?” asked the Mando, snorting.
He crossed his arms. “I’ve met plenty of Mandalorians!”
“You can’t count Boba Fett, he was trying to kill you,” Han corrected immediately.
He seemed to abandon the conversation, crossing the room, but it soon became clear he was actually pulling drinks out of his hidden stash. (“Hidden stash.” The only one who didn’t know it was there was R2 and that was because he had a habit of throwing bottles at people’s faces.) Meanwhile, his Mandalorian friend stepped away from Luke to lean against the wall.
“Do you wanna explain to the kid what you just did?” Han asked them, pouring three glasses, which did not go unnoticed by Luke.
The Mando snorted. “He’s your tag-along.”
“Hey now!” he protested almost mockingly before lifting his left wrist and tapping it. The dull thud that echoed from the piece of armor he wore under his sleeve almost abruptly reminded Luke of its existence. “That means he’s our tag-along.”
Luke gawked, realisation painting his features. He’d never understood the vambrace on Han’s left arm, much less why the man kept it covered at all times, but now it made complete sense. The piece was the same colour as the mysterious Mandalorian’s armour, now that he thought about it. The Mando had given it to him.
“I’m no expert in Mando, but--”
“Clearly,” Han snorted mid-sip of his own drink, but Luke ignored him.
“--isn’t that...kind of a big deal?”
The Mando gave a heaving laugh just as Han approached and handed them a full glass. An untouched one was shoved into Luke’s hands, but he barely noticed it.
“We’re married,” the Mando said almost nonchalantly.
Han lifted a protesting finger. “We are not married.”
“We’re not married,” they corrected. A pause. “Yet.”
Luke took a massive gulp of his drink, wincing at the burn and the snickers he got from both of them.
Just then, the Mando slipped their helmet off, revealing a head of mess (h/c) hair and sharp eyes that twinkled with mischief. They immediately moved to kiss Han’s cheek, earning a roll of his eyes and a minute shove.
“Atin’ika,” they muttered. “Who’s your new friend?”
“Luke Skywalker, (Y/N) (L/N),” Han introduced. “Sorry about Luke-- Kay-esh mirsh solus.”
(Y/N) glared at him. “It’s Kaysh.” He waved them off and they looked back at the poor former farmboy, who had the expression of a bantha in headlights. “Nice to meet you.”
“You too, I think,” he said hesitantly. He gestured between the two of them. “So, you two--?”
“Unfortunately,” (Y/N) drawled. Then, they grinned. “But it’s a pretty open thing, if you’re interested.”
Luke choked on his drink.
“Leave him alone, you menace,” Han scoffed, shoving his partner. “Go get that armor off, it’s a pain in the ass.”
(Y/N) rolled their eyes, but started walking off anyway. “I’m going, I’m going-- but don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it!”
Luke was just recovering from his coughing fit when Han sighed. “That’s what I get for bringing a twink on board. Ignore them.”
“How?” The ‘twink’ muttered.
A moment later, watching Han down his entire glass, Luke frowned.
“You knew you said the word wrong earlier, didn’t you?”
His friend grinned devilishly. “It annoys them-- can’t help it. They’re hilarious when they’re mad, you’ll see.”
“So you know Mando’a?” he asked, tilting his head.
“Eh.” He made a so-so motion. “Pick up a word here and there.”
Luke frowned when the Force rang false. “Hang on! You have a Mando’a dictionary in the ship's files-- I’ve seen it! You’re a filthy liar!”
Han hushed him immediately, glancing toward where (Y/N) disappeared. “That doesn’t exist, hear me?”
“Why wouldn’t you--?” he stopped. “Wait, that last page you viewed--”
Luke had seen the records. He went snooping around in Han’s stuff more than he’d like to admit, but he was sure the man knew about it. The last open section in the Mando’a dictionary had been under Resh: Riduurok. It was a love bond, a marriage agreement.
“Shhhhhhhhh,” Han hissed pointedly. “I’ll kill you.”
He couldn’t help but grin. “That’s so sweet. Han, why didn’t you tell anybody about them, huh?”
“I have a reputation and (Y/N) has a reputation,” he huffed. “Now shut up and finish that.”
Down the hall, (Y/N) grinned. Little did Han know, his beskar’gam was almost finished. Most of the pieces were done, except for the helmet, which had an unfinished design. It seemed ridiculous, forging him a set when he’d probably hardly ever wear it, but it meant a lot to (Y/N) that he would simply have it.
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“I ain’t depressed! It’s just no one’s pulling my leg anymore so I ain’t got anythin’ to laugh at.” He says behind a smile that is proud of his joke. If you don’t get it, he’s missing his legs from the middle of the thigh down.
Real reason is that he felt left out of his clan and family so he left and wasn’t able to find a place that felt like home and just coasted through Nar Shadaa for years. During that time he got known as a Jedi hunter and a few Jedi managed cut him up a bit (he’s lost his eye, chunk of his jaw, arm from the elbow down, a hand, one leg from halfway down his thigh, the other leg from a bit higher up the thigh, and a handful of his innards and chest), and now he’s hardly feeling like a person anymore and more like a machine. Not to mention he had cybernetics implanted in his brain once and he was forced to actively hunt his brother for some other bad guy but that’s all over. Sometimes he doesn’t even know if he’s in control anymore and doesn’t feel like he has a place he can call home.
[Flirt] Iole to... how about she just goes and flirts every single Fayne you have?
I’m too lazy to actually write anything so I’ll just say how they’d react.
-Lilleah would blush and be like “Oh stop it!” be secretly want Iole to keep going because she likes the attention.-Dustyn would be like “Please stop... You’re making me uncomfortable”-Shebles... No one flirts with Shebles.-Volice is just like “Uhhh, ok?”-Pearc would laugh and be like “I’m a bit old for ye.”-Theresa would be suspicious and be like “What do you want?” -Jharden would be blushing and awkwardly smile because he’s shy. But he likes anyone who is nice to him so he’d probably open up to her eventually.
❣ Styling hair: Theresa. Dusty may be the mamma’s boy but she still spent a lot of time with Lilleah outside of training her, and that would be doing what ever Lil wanted to do.
₪ Charming others: Lilleah again >.> Mir’sheb just embarrasses everyone and Dusty is too shy and committed to Tobi’an, Volice isn’t interested into all that kind of stuff, and Theresa and Pearc are happy together so they don’t really need to charm people O.o they’re the old couple that don’t care what people think of them XD
Δ Borrowing a friend’s pencil and never returning it: MIRRRRRRR’SHEBBB!!!! And when he does return a pencil, it’s broken…
☠ Punching someone out: Pearc, he’s getting old but can still kill a guy in one punch o.o
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It would be a bulldozer from one side, people getting shoved from the front, and drunken slurs from the other side... Dustyn, Lilleah, and Mir’sheb would lecture you for about an hour on why they’re the best team ever.
