WARNING: MATURE LANGUAGE
MODERN!AU

Tumblr Prompt:"I was on a picnic with my friend and your frisbee landed in my garden salad what the fuck- oh wait you're actually kinda cute lemme play frisbee with you" AU.

    Luke blinked when a cherry tomato bopped off his nose, his eyes momentarily going crossed before he shook off his disorientation and glared at his laughing twin sister. Picking up another one of the tiny fruits from their shared garden salad picnic—if it could even be called a picnic with them simply sitting under a tree and eating a salad due to the lack of sandwich materials at their house—Luke tossed the makeshift projectile towards Leia in retaliation, belting out in his own laughter when it shot straight into his sister's laughing mouth.

Leia's face squeezed tight in surprise and she began to chew the tomato before she could accidentally swallow it whole, taking the time to then stick her tongue out at her twin. Luke recoiled at the red mush and seeds in his sister's mouth, cursing her out and shoving her shoulders back playfully.

"God, I hate you." Luke grumbled, the teasing smile still on his lips.

Leia rolled her eyes, popping another tomato in her mouth. "You love me, don't lie."

"Ok, yeah, sure. I love anyone who throws garden salad in my face," Luke said sarcastically, his words almost prophetic as a red, plastic frisbee chose that exact moment to come spiraling between the twins and land right in their shared salad, sending lettuce, tomatoes, carrots, and cucumbers alike in a flurry towards both twins' faces.

Luke and Leia shrieked in unison, Leia ducking with her hands over her head and Luke getting the brunt of the salad's attack whilst toppling backwards and getting the honor of the frisbee landing firmly on his chest.

"Shit!" A voice called from the distance, panicked footsteps followed by a bark coming closer to the Skywalker siblings.

Luke groaned and sat up slowly, grimacing as he brushed the salad off of his clothes. His face was already set in a scowl and a reprimand began to build on his tongue just as he looked up to confront the approaching stranger.

His breath caught in his throat.

A man slightly older than Luke himself came panting towards him wearing nothing but a tank top and cargo shorts, his chestnut hair blown back and pasted with sweat while his similar-colored eyes stared down at Luke and Leia in concern. Luke's eyes riveted on the man's chest, his muscles well defined in almost every part of his body and sending Luke into what must've been some form of shock.

"Are you two alright? God, I'm so sorry," The man said nervously, running his hands through his hair and making Luke's vision invert sideways in his mesmerization.

Leia answered before Luke could even attempt the English language, a language which he seemed to have forgotten in the span of a few seconds, "Maybe next time watch where you're flinging that thing, asshole."

The man blinked at the harsh tone of the younger woman and put up his hands in surrender, his cheeks turning as red as his frisbee. "H-Hey, I said I was sorry, I just figured Chewie—uh, my dog—would be able to catch it. He, uh, normally can, heh." The man started to shuffle his feet and bite his lip, awkwardly kneeling down and reaching out towards Luke's chest to take his frisbee and leave.

Luke noticed at that moment that the frisbee was still sitting on top of him and he panicked. His hands picked up the plastic toy before the stranger could fully extend his arm and he shakily handed it to him, avoiding all eye contact as his mouth suddenly moved without his permission, "Hey man it's no sweat, my sister's just upset about our salad, but it's really no big deal, really, I'm sure your dog could've caught it and I'm not blaming you, I'm just saying you scared us is all, you know?"

The man blinked at Luke's rambling, smirking a little as he saw Luke's face flush deeply. "Well, thanks...uh, what's your name?"

"Luke," Luke said quickly, thanking every higher power that he had at least enough mental capacity to form the letters of his name into a proper pronunciation. "And you are?"

"Not interested," Leia ground out, raising her eyebrow only slightly at her brother's nervous demeanor.

"Leia, come on, he said he was sorry," Luke pleaded, flashing his wide, puppy-dog eyes and smiling when he saw Leia melt with a scoff and a roll of her eyes.

Han chuckled lightly at the duo's antics. "Well, I'm Han. It's nice to meet you Luke," he paused, looking towards Leia, "Leia."

"Fuck off."

Han laughed harder this time, rising from his crouch with his frisbee now in his hands, "Well I guess I'll leave you two to your picnic. Nice meeting you guys."

Just as Han turned to leave, Luke leapt to his feet, salad falling out from the creases in his clothes.

"Hey, did you, uh, maybe want a partner to play with? I figure playing with just your dog gets pretty lonely," Luke said with redness in the tips of his ears, his head bowing lowly in shyness. Han smiled genuinely at him, whistling to call over his dog.

The shaggy mutt came darting closer with a rumbling bark, Han moving to rub the pup behind the ears as he looked up at Luke with teasing eyes, "I'd say Chewie's offended by that, but I'd love some company. That is, as long as your sister doesn't mind."

Han casted a glance towards Leia, who simply chuckled, "Go ahead Luke. But if you aren't back in an hour I'm leaving you here."

Luke shook his head at his sister's playful teasing, stiffening as Han walked up behind him and suddenly wrapped his arm around his shoulders. "Don't worry princess, I'll have him back by curfew."

Leia narrowed her eyes, "Don't call me that."

Han laughed, patting Luke on the same shoulder he had his arm wrapped around and pulling him out towards the field, "Come on kid, let's go."

Luke nodded dumbly, jogging dazedly after the older boy and turning back to Leia with wide eyes. She smiled gently at him and gave him a wink and a thumbs up, knowing her brother was head over heels with this random cute guy. Maybe it was just a crush, who knew, but Leia would always distinctly remember Luke saying, no matter how much he had been joking at the time, that he would fall in love with anyone who threw garden salad in his face.

And hey, who was to say he didn't mean via frisbee?

A/N

Oops, I'm working on this instead of Ghost. *nervous laughter*

Anyways, I am actually really busy but I only have 2 more months of school and then...wait...shoot, I have a really busy summer...well, just know that I'm trying my best. I figured any of my readers who read this would appreciate an update to pass the time, so here you go.

And yes, I do have curse words in this chapter if you didn't notice the big warning I put at the top. I'm comfortable with cursing but I keep it out of my main books because I know it bothers some people. So if it bothers you here then I just don't recommend this book cause I'm gonna keep it up...sorry. This book is PG-13 while I consider my other books more PG so it really just depends.

Hope you enjoyed, I really liked writing this I think it's adorable. <3

*space kisses*

May the Force be with You,

- lucky_ducky_123