starwarsxlarrystylinson
Larry, but make it Star Wars
Hi! I'm currently looking for someone that may possibly be interested in doing a Larry Stylinson Star Wars type gig. I drew up a rough prompt just to give and idea and something to go off of.
Bounty Hunter!Harry(20) - Jedi!Louis(19) (Empire Era)
Harry sauntered into the Cantina, taking a moment to himself to look around, seeing if anything was out of order or if something (or someone) posed a potential threat to him. Thankfully, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He pulled his hat off and set it on the rack beside the entrance before making his way for the bar, keeping a hand on his blaster that was at his side. The stools were full, all except for one beside a cloaked figure with a hood pulled over his head. It wasn’t uncommon to see this folk in here, especially not since it was a hub for people like himself. Scum, as he’d been frequently called. After pulling out a barstool and taking a seat, he called the bartender over and ordered, in his own words, the strongest thing they’ve got. After the bartender hurried off to make the drink, Harry heard stifled cries from beside him, and it drew his attention. “Hey, what’s got you all riled up?” He asked the stranger, hoping to use what little empathy he had left to brighten the kids day. (Continue as Louis! Feel free to skip if you’re not into this kind of thing! Top!Harry)
Bounty Hunter!Harry(20) - Jedi!Louis(19) (Empire Era)
Harry sauntered into the Cantina, taking a moment to himself to look around, seeing if anything was out of order or if something (or someone) posed a potential threat to him. Thankfully, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He pulled his hat off and set it on the rack beside the entrance before making his way for the bar, keeping a hand on his blaster that was at his side. The stools were full, all except for one beside a cloaked figure with a hood pulled over his head. It wasn’t uncommon to see this folk in here, especially not since it was a hub for people like himself. Scum, as he’d been frequently called. After pulling out a barstool and taking a seat, he called the bartender over and ordered, in his own words, the strongest thing they’ve got. After the bartender hurried off to make the drink, Harry heard stifled cries from beside him, and it drew his attention. “Hey, what’s got you all riled up?” He asked the stranger, hoping to use what little empathy he had left to brighten the kids day. (Continue as Louis! Feel free to skip if you’re not into this kind of thing! Top!Harry)
