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Request: I would LOVE to hear about what Luke's and Leia's preferred hairstyles are for the reader <33 like what really makes their heart go 🦋🦋🦋🦋
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Leia is a sucker for a smart, but practical updo and thinks you look amazing with your hair pulled back from your face. She’s said before it really shows off your cheekbones, jawline, and one of her favorite faces – but if you decide to do Alderaan-style braids, oh Maker, she’s a goner. Especially if you surprise her with them. If she first sees them in public, there’s a flash of shock and her eyes might even get a tiny bit watery before she collects herself so that no one even knows what happened. Later when she asks you why the braids and you explain they’re easy, practical, don’t weigh on your head, make you look polished, and it’s a nod to her culture and you want to help preserve it, she just hugs you tight and holds on for a long time. She doesn’t outright say it, but the fact that you took her lost homeworld into account means the galaxy to her – and she’s excited to teach you all kinds of different braids and bond over doing each other’s hair in the mornings.
Luke will profess that he loves whatever you do with your hair. And although he does mean it, his absolute favorite is when you’re fully relaxed with your hair down and a bit messy. He treasures being one of the few people allowed to see you in this state. Work in the rebellion often requires your hair to be up and out of your face, so at the end of the day – no matter how simple or complicated your updo is – he loves watching you undo it. His eyes always follow how your hair falls down towards your shoulders with the biggest look of awe on his face, even before you get together, and he’s always itching to play with it and run his fingers through it. Once you do get together, he relishes the chance to be able to pull your hair ties or pins out himself and gives the best head massages, and is always complimenting your hair. But if he had to pick a favorite updo, again, he’s a sucker for a bit of a messy look – especially something a bit looser that has some face-framing tendrils out in the front and is always gently brushing them out of your eyes and tucking them behind your ear (sometimes on accident before you get together out of pure impulse – and then of course fumbles over an apology and his entire face, neck, and ears are bright red for several minutes after).