#han spinning luke in his arms

[macaroni-stars]

the ACTUAL ending of rotj☝️

[ave09]

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han solo x reader

note: this has been sitting in my notes app for a hot min. i’m tryin to get the requests written but life’s been pretty chaotic lately but i promise, i’ll get them out soon 🫶🏻

“ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking, your getaway ship has arrived.” 

you’d been given the signal. jabba the hut had been defeated, luke, chewie and han would be free.

han.

i love you

i know.

the image of his frozen form haunted your thoughts, even months after the incident, and all you’d done was try and find a way to save him. but everyone had said all of your plans were too rushed, and shut down immediately. 

but the moment a plan was formulated, you backed out. luke wanted to place you in charge, but something happened, something shifted, you couldn’t be the one to free him from his carbonite chamber. 

you just couldn’t. you wanted too, and yet could not bring yourself to do so. 

which is why you opted to be the getaway driver. 

once you received the all clear from lando, you pulled up in the millennium falcon, landing a few feet away from the sarlacc pit. you glanced out the front window, and that’s when you saw him. 

you suddenly felt nervous. 

he looked exactly the same, although you doubted that he’d changed much in his frozen state. what would he think when he saw you? would he tell you how much he loved you? would he curse you for not freeing him sooner?

would he despise and loathe you for not being on the front lines? or would he kiss you endlessly, praising you for coming to his rescue?

with han, the possibilities were endless. 

you shook away your thoughts, watching as your loved ones rushed toward the falcon.  slowly, you rose from the pilots seat, moving towards the entrance hatch. you pressed your hand against the button to open it. sand flew everywhere, god how you hated that stuff. 

you lifted a hand up above your eyes, shielding your face from the sun.

and then you saw him, staring directly at you, a grin spreading across his face. he rushed forward, almost tripping in the process. seeing his movement, you rushed down the ramp, stumbling slightly as well as your boots hit the soft sand. before you knew it, he’d reached you, extending his arms, tackling you in an embrace, lifting you up off the ground, spinning you around causing a laugh to slip past your lips.

he then set you down, not hesitating to smash his lips against yours. god, it had been forever since you kissed him. you wished that this moment could last forever. before you could stop yourself, hot tears began to flow down your cheeks.

he pulled away, his smile faltering, “oh sweetheart,” he placed his large hands upon your cheeks, using his thumbs to brush away the tears, “don’t cry,” 

you smiled tearfully, “i’m just… i’m so happy you’re back.” you whispered.

he smiled at you, “well, i’m glad to be back, doll. and i’m not going anywhere, ever again.”

[theangelwithawand]

I’m thinking about how one of Leia’s love languages is most likely touch. For all of her reputation as an ice princess, she is very physically affectionate.

We see this on the Death Star when she kisses Luke for luck, and again when she hugs Han after surviving the trash compactor. She hugs both Han and Luke and does not let go after they return.

Then, in Empire, you see Leia being very unafraid to enter Han’s physical space. If you notice in the med-center on Hoth, it isn’t Han putting his arm around her that makes her pull away, it’s the words coming out of his mouth that make her jerk away. Then, we get to the big kiss on the Falcon, and once again, Leia (despite her protests) doesn’t actually seem all that uncomfortable with his proximity, rather the feelings she has for him. But the kiss happens, and suddenly it’s zero to 100.

For real, Han probably got whiplash. All of the sudden after three years of dancing around each other to the point that he was almost going to give up, suddenly Leia is everywhere. Putting her hand on his shoulder, kissing his cheek. And he also registers this, because on Cloud City he is always reaching out to hold her hand, give easily give her forehead kisses. The moment there’s danger, the first thing he does is reach for her. Then after he returns from what is probably the worst first meeting with your girlfriend’s dad EVER, the first thing Leia does is just start stroking his hair. The last thing she does before the carbon freeze is kiss him. The movie ends with her in Luke’s embrace, seeking comfort when she is vulnerable.

Then, there’s ROTJ. From the minute they’re reunited, Leia is always physically affectionate with Han. We get another shoulder touch in the shuttle. On Endor, he picks her up and spins her before kissing her after he doesn’t get eaten by Ewoks, she curls up to him during story-time. After Luke drops the bombshell and dips the only thing she asks Han to do is hold her. Leading to the end of the film, where there’s that shot of him just cocooning her in his arms.

Anyway, just some thoughts on my favorite rebel princess and her nerf-herder.

[edgessunflower]

Hi!!!! Could I request a fluffy fic of Han Solo x Fem Reader???? Please and thank you!!!!

Absolutely dear Alice 🥺

You and me

Pairing: Han Solo x GN Reader

Description: Despite the craziness of a war against the empire and trying to live your life you fall in love with a handsome smuggler

What day is it? And in what month? This clock never seemed so alive I can't keep up and I can't back down I've been losing so much time

You and Han met after you saved him from Boba Fett years earlier not too long after he and Chewie started their jobs as a team earning a good amount of credits from jobs to survive deciding to bring you along with them after pretty much kicking the shit out of boba with nothing but a blaster and smoke grenades.

Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do nothing to lose and it's you and me and all of the people and I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you

You were always there to pull the boys out of trouble,help with their injuries,and make sure that they didn't waste credits on things that weren't needed but also being there to help them whenever one of them just needed a shoulder to lean on more han than chewie but they both appreciated you from the moment you joined them on their adventures slowly developing feelings between you and han.

All of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right I'm tripping on words you got my head spinning I don't know where to go from here

Luke and Leia slowly push the two of you together after they realize how you felt for each other even despite them fighting against the empire and trying to always stay one step ahead and basically survive but soon everyone would finally see the two of you together.

Something about you now I can't quite figure out everything she does is beautiful everything she does is right cause it's you and me and all the people with nothing to do nothing to lose

You and han spend time together just the two of you when you arrive in cloud city meeting Lando who tried to flirt with you but after realizing you didn't feel anyway towards him he went to Leia leaving you to continue pinning over han until you and han talked while in the small apartment lando provided.

And it's you and me and all of the people and I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you and me and all of the people with nothing to do and nothing to prove

You didn't know who leaned in first but it ended up with han holding your face in his hands and your arms wrapped around his torso leading to the two of you saying I love you,exploring each other's bodies,and making love to each other until later that night falling asleep in each other's arms.

And it's you and me and all of the people and I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you

From that moment on the two of you were together keeping it secret for awhile until right after 6 months you tell everyone right before the final battle against the empire everyone being happy for you immediately hugging each other after winning the battle and dancing throughout the night in the ewoks village.

What day is it? And in what month? This clock never seemed so alive

Not too long after you and han married living in Naboo for a couple of years then moving and permanently living in Hanna city on Chandrila having your son Ben and a couple of years later having your daughter Padme leia named after Your old friend Ben Kenobi,Your mutual beloved leia,and luke and leia's mother Padme having the life you always wanted but thought you'd never have and a life han thought he could ever have.

[kittystargen3]

Alternate Universe- What if Anakin's mother survived and Anakin never went dark side. Padme has the twins on Tatooine and survives. Anakin tries to help the surviving Jedi, while still keeping his family secret. Meanwhile Darth Sidious has been crowned emperor and is going after the remaining Jedi. Rumors have it he's looking for a new apprentice. Anakin gets to be a daddy.

Hello Everyone, I finally have a hundred chapters to Return of the Survivors. If I had known it would be this long, I probably would've broke it up into parts, but we're almost to the end now. Below is a small selection. Please use the links above to read more.

Chapter 100 - A New Apprentice

Luke fastened his belt around his waist.  Then he reached under his coat and pulled out the lightsaber from where his Master instructed him to hide it.  He gave it a little spin, testing his ability to arm himself swiftly.  It appeased him, and he gave himself a little smile in a nearby mirror.  Then he reached back to rehide his weapon, and turned to leave the room.  

Entering the flex space where the battleplans were being explained to the multitude of Jedi and Rebellion personnel, Luke nearly ran into his Sister.  The girl reached out after making a startled sound and hugged her brother.  “Oh Luke.” She then pulled away with tears in her eyes.  Han was there immediately to wrap her in a hug.  

“‘Don’t die, stupid,’ she means to say.”  Mara had her arms folded.  

“I-aaaah I don’t intend to.”  Luke stammered.  “I am armed, and this is our best chance of stopping this thing.” Luke reached forward to pull his girlfriend closer for a kiss.  

“Luke, good you’re here.  We need to go over the extraction plan one more time.”  Anakin reached over and interrupted him, mid pucker.  

With a huff and an eyeroll, “Alright Dad, I’ll be along in a minute.”  

“No, we want you along now.  Come on.  Han, will you take Leia and Mara to the supply room?”

“Yes sir, Master Jedi, sir.” Han inclined his head slightly.  

Luke held in a chuckle.  His dear overprotective father thought he was being clever when he assigned Leia and Mara to a relatively safe role of supply disbursement.  It’s too bad that won’t last.  If Luke were a betting man, he’d have his money on his Sister and Girlfriend both sneaking into the groups going down to the battle on Geonosis.  And Han would probably be talked into helping, too.  “I’ll see you three later,” he said with a wink.  Luke wasn’t a believer in luck, but he did not want to end this conversation with a goodbye.  With a showy, proud jaunt to his step, Luke turned in the direction his father was beckoning him to go. 

[canonskyrissian]

Tell me about the Jedi Lando AU!!

okay so, that one actually came before the whole jedi sith au, so the jedi sith au is essentially a spin-off and I'm using a lot of the backstory I created for lando in both fics

this one is on the back burner atm because it's gonna be long as all fuck and I can only handle one longfic at a time

as for the plot I'm gonna copypaste the synopsis I wrote here:

okay so, lando is a part of the youngling group we see with ahsoka on ilum, and I had this cute idea that he asks ahsoka if he could be her padawan when she becomes a master because I stan them both so much and it’s cute

order 66 hits and the youngling group makes a miracle escape with grogito and guess who picks them up and hides them?

hondo. hondo’s grown fond of these kids and he looks after them for a couple of years, keeps them safe. some of them (katooni at least) stay with him while others leave to figure out their own way. lando learns some tricks of the trade and becomes a good pilot and gambler, even though he has to suppress his connection to the force. that one encounter with inquisitors cut way too close

lando travels with l3, meets han and chewie, loses the falcon (which is an eternal sore subject), and then makes his way to lothal and runs into the ghost crew. shit hits the fan as it does but when they part ways, both lando and kanan at their respective ends are like “huh, if I didn’t know better I’d say that guy is a jedi”

(kanan totally lives and the next time they see each other lando has reconnected with the force and it’s the spiderman meme)

so then lando wins cloud city and has a good time until vader shows up and it’s the biggest whiplash to order 66 lando has had so far. it’s ptsd city and he is barely able to keep his composure (vader doesn’t pick up anything, he’s way too preoccupied)

and then…. luke falls into his arms, and it’s familiar but totally new at the same time. luke’s a jedi, no doubt about it, but he’s unlike any other jedi lando has ever known. and luke recognizes lando’s force signature as well (spiderman meme again)

and that’s when lando goes to a super secret compartment in the falcon that not even han and chewie had any idea existed and retrieves his lightsaber for the first time since probably the time he acquired the falcon

it’s jedi time. lando ignites his lightsaber and feels free. he’s kept all of this hidden so deep within himself for so long and now he has to both teach luke and learn what he never had the chance to learn

and then we have skyrissian endgame. they have some blatant sexual tension while sparring. you know, the good stuff^^ but also a true connection. a force bond, if you will 😉

after getting influences from different star wars medias I've also thought about lando being friends with kelleran beq (because I love master kelleran) and maybe kelleran saves the whole lot of them? but I'd also like to bring master huyang on board

I also put together my own timeline for this because the force knows timelines in star wars are wibbly wobbly timey wimey at best of times and I need something cohesive

also lando's lightsaber is indigo^^

ask me about my wips

[twistedtangledfate]

@arandomnerdsrp358 sent a confession. 

“Of course I know who the father is!” Her voice was probably harsher than she intended but this was a stressful situation.

“I know you’re not Han’s biggest fan but he loves me as much as I love him and he’s going to stay. You don’t have to worry okay?”

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Leia demonstrated how well she knew her father when she reassured him that he didn’t have to worry. It was natural for Anakin to worry about his daughter, especially when she hadn’t expressed any particular desire to be a mother. It was coming out of nowhere, which appeared to be a Skywalker family trait. He and Padme hadn’t planned to have children at the time that Leia and Luke were conceived and the news, although wonderful, had put him in a head spin to say the least. 

“If he runs, I’ll hunt him throughout the Galaxy.” They were harshly spoken words and the implication was clear, it wouldn’t be a pleasant experience for Han Solo. Anakin didn’t trust him as far as he could throw him but he’d already had far too many arguments with Leia over him and Anakin was sick of fighting with her. 

He held his arms out, pulling Leia into a warm embrace. His baby girl had grown up and she was about to have a family on her own. He was going to become a grandfather. 

[lizziesnook]

SOLO: A QUARANTINE STORY

“A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…” is one of the most iconic movie premises of all time. Even those who have never seen the saga know where this simple 10 word sentence comes from.

Star Wars is a sci-fi franchise created by George Lucas which follows the adventures of many characters in different areas and times. As long and confusing as it may seem at first, it is one of the most successful movie phenomenon in the history of cinema. It mainly consists of 3 trilogies: the prequels, the originals and the sequels, along with 2 spin-offs and they ALL have different main characters and settings. Let’s analyse each trilogy individually:

Prequel trilogy (starring Ewan McGregor as Obi-One Kenobi, Natalie Portman as Padmé Amidala, Hayden Christensen as young Darth Vader and Ian McDiarmid as Darth Sidious) Set 32 years before the events of the original movies, this trilogy tells the story of how the cruel Darth Vader was born. It is revealed that, as a child, he was just a slave who lived with his mother on the planet Tatooine, with a very inventive mind and great intelligence. When two Jedis, Obi-One Kenobi and his master Qui-Gon Jinn, arrive on the planet and find out that he is the Chosen One (the one Jedi who would bring balance to the Force, a sort of energy which binds the galaxy together), they free him and train him as a Jedi. In the following years he falls in love and eventually marries the queen of Naboo Padmé Amidala but also comes in contact with the Lord of the Sith Darth Sidious, seduced by the unlimited abilities the dark side of the Force allows. But the hero of the trilogy turns completely and irreversibly to the Dark Side once his wife dies of childbirth, along with the twins she was bearing.

Original trilogy (starring Mark Hamill as Luke Skywalker, Carrie Fisher as Leia Organa, Harrison Ford as Han Solo, Alec Guinness as Obi-One Kenobi, Ian McDiarmid as Darth Sidious and David Prowse as Darth Vader) It starts on the same planet Darth Vader was born on, Tatooine, but follows the story of Luke Skywalker, an orphan of both parents who lives with his aunt and uncle. Along with 2 droids (C-3PO and R2-D2), a retired Jedi master and 2 smugglers (Han Solo and Chewbacca, a bear-looking animal) Luke successfully saves princess Leia Organa, kept captive by the Imperial warlord Darth Vader. After this, they all join the Resistance in the battle against the Empire, which is eventually won by the good guys. Everything in the galaxy starts going right again and they all lived happily ever after.

Also, this trilogy contains 3 of the most famous (and shocking) twists ever:

The retired Jedi master is none-other than Obi-One Kenobi, who decided to leave his occupation when his young apprentice turned to the Dark Side and became Darth Vader. Luke and Leia are actually twins (which makes the former’s little crush on the princess very awkward) and Darth Vader’s children, who were separated from each other and claimed dead to protect them from their father. Darth Vader eventually betrays Darth Sidious to save Luke, throwing his master down a reactor shaft. After redeeming himself, the villain dies in his son’s arms.

Sequel trilogy (starring Daisy Ridley as Rey, Adam Driver as Kylo Ren, Mark Hamill as Luke Skywalker, Carrie Fisher as Leia Organa, Harrison Ford as Han Solo and Ian McDiarmid as Darth Sidious) So you really thought things could end on a nice note for once? You fool. 30 years after the events of the last film of the original trilogy, Han Solo and Leia’s son Ben Solo (later Kylo Ren) has turned to the dark side and is now the commander of the First Order, an organization which longs to be like the old Galactic Empire. Of course he aims to destroy the Republic (formed by the Rebellion after they won) but his real target becomes Rey, a scavenger with a mysterious past. After killing both his parents and also his Supreme Leader Snoke, Ren replaces the latter as the Dark Leader and wishes for the girl to become his queen, so to create a new order in the galaxy. Rey, who has become a powerful Jedi with Luke Skywalker’s training (who later dies), is revealed to be Darth Sidious’s granddaughter, who is actually (somehow) still alive and wants to turn her to the dark side. A redeemed Kylo Ren and a very determined Rey engage in a battle with the Lord of the Sith, finally killing him. Unfortunately, Ren dies in the girl’s arms after sharing a kiss (of course romance HAD to be in the movie). Rey then goes on Tatooine to bury Luke’s lightsaber and, when a passerby asks her what her name was, she replies “Rey Skywalker”.

Watching the entire Star Wars saga was something I had always wanted to do, encouraged by my father who is a die hard fan of it. Although I collectively liked the entire saga (spin-offs included), my favourites movies were “Episode III – Revenge of the Sith” and “Episode VI – Return of the Jedi”: I enjoyed watching the former because of its iconic quotes and the latter because it had a happy ending, even though I do not normally like them too much. I found them also well-acted, with special effects ahead of their time, even though 1983 Yoda will always give me nightmares.

The majority of my favourite characters were from the original trilogy (Leia, Han, Chewbacca) but I will always love every scene prequel Yoda and R2-D2 were in. I absolutely adore witty characters, with minds as sharp as their tongues, so it is no news they were the ones I liked more.

I have to admit that at first I did not really want to watch the saga, as I thought it was boring, but I quickly changed my mind when I realised how funny and entertaining the movies actually were! So, if you are into films about space battles, with a lot of action, funny moments and a little romance sprinkled here and there, this saga is a must watch!

LIZZIE’S NOTE: this review was written while the world was struck by Covid-19, so I decided to include that in the title lmao. Also, this was a school assignment, so please bear with my (childish) writing style!

[dolcid]

They Return To You After a Long Mission | Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker

When Anakin returns to you, you two will immediately run to each other as soon as no one else is around. Anakin wouldn't care nonetheless but it was your choice, as you didn't want him kicked out of the jedi council.

"Anakin!" You'd say, only loud enough for him to hear. Tears filling your eyes. He would smile widely and run towards you at full speed, before picking you up in his arms and spinning you around, gently wiping your tears away.

"Oh my love, I'm so glad to see you again," he would say gently, the separation obviously tugging at his heart. You would smile right back and pull him in for a long kiss.

"I love you, please, don't ever leave for that long again" you would ask, his smile faltering slightly. He knew he would have to leave again at some point. But, at least he got to cherish these small moments with you.

Obi-Wan Kenobi

When Obi-Wan returns to you, he'd try to keep calm about. Bowing to you respectfully even though ever fiber of his being wants to hug and kiss you furiously, he would keep his cool until the right moment.

"Hello y/n, here to welcome us after a long mission?" He would ask, a smile playing at his features.

"Well of course master Kenobi, who would I be not to greet the only ones who protect us?" You would reply, your smile wide, unable to hide it.

Of course after everyone leaves he would be all over you. Immediately his arms are around your waist, pulling you into him. He would then place small kisses on your forehead before you pulled him in for a real kiss.

"I missed you Obi, how did the mission go?" You would ask, your eyes tearing up. Obi-Wan would smile gently and wipe them away.

"It was far too long, I would rather be here with you my dear, next time a mission like this comes up I'm denying it," he would joke, smiling at your laugh.

Luke Skywalker

When Luke returns to you, he would be in shock. Mostly because of how stunning you look. His gaze would look you up and down before finding your eyes. Upon contact he would grin and run to you as fast as he could, scooping you up into his arms, spinning you around (like father like son).

"Y/N!" He would shout while running to you, his grin getting bigger by the second.

"Luke!" You would shout as well, running to him to meet him halfway. While he spins you around tears cascade down your cheeks and when he sets you down, he frowns.

"Oh sweetheart, you don't have to cry for me, I'll always come back to you, okay?" He would reassure, wiping away the tears. You would only smile and nod, before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

"Don't leave again."

Han Solo

When Han returns to you, you would be quite mad at him. He and Chewie left to for a mission not telling you where or how long he would be gone, only to waltz in like nothing happened. You were fuming, mostly because you were worried.

"Han Solo!" You would shout upon seeing him, his whole demeanor changing that second.

"Hey sweet cheeks-" before he could even start his lame apology, you smacked him. Everyone in the room going silent.

"Okay, I deserved that. But I'm back aren't I?" He would say, shoulders shrugged. Rolling your eyes you simply turned around and walked away. Han would scoff but follow you, and before you got too far, would gently turn you around only to see tears running down your cheeks. Han would be concerned of course, immediately pulling you in for a hug, his head resting upon the top of yours.

"Darling, I had no intention of leaving you. I never do or will, you can't get rid of me that easily, alright?"

Darth Vader

When Vader returns to you, he immediately gets soft. Overtaken by your pure beauty whenever he sees you. By now you'd think he'd have your beauty imprinted into his brain, but he always falters when he sees you. After the initial reaction he would speed walk to you, ignoring everything and everyone in his path.

"Vader!" You would cry out, his gaze set straight on you. When Vader reaches you his hands are around your waist pulling you in gently.

"It pains me to have been away this long, my love." He would say, letting you rest your head against his helmet.

"Oh honey, I hate it when you leave," you would say, tears falling down your cheeks. Vader would quickly wipe them away (gently of course) and pick you up, bringing you to your shared space.

"Come, we shall spend the rest of the day together."

Din Djarin

When Din returns to you, he would already have his helmet off, knowing you would need a kiss. Although tears were filling both of your eyes, you would be smiling at each other, happy to see him safe.

"Cyar'ika..." he would whisper, pulling at your heart strings. Unable to keep yourself calm anymore, you stifle a sob and run into his arms. The arms that protect, comfort and keep you and Grogu safe.

"Din, oh Din.." you would say quietly, your foreheads finding each other.

"I promised you I'd keep you and the kid safe, no matter what." He would say to you, sprouting a smile from you. He would say this often, as I'd to remind you whenever your thoughts lingered in worry.

"I love you, and if you ever leave again I'm chaining our wrists together,"

Poe Dameron

When Poe returns to you, he would immediately ask BB-8 where you are, of course not wasting anytime to find you. When he sees you, a grin spreads across his face, and he quickly runs to you.

"Y/N! Babe!" He would shout, running to you with BB-8 hot on his heels.

"Poe! You asshole!" You would shout back, tears in your eyes. Although you were mad at him whenever he had to leave, you were happy beyond a doubt that he was back safe.

When he reaches you, you two hug each other so tight, as if one of you might disappear.

"Please, don't leave me again," you would ask, already knowing the answer. Poe would smile gently and wipe away your tears.

"No matter how many times I have to leave, I'll always come back."

Kylo Ren

When Kylo returns to you, he would use the force to seek you out. Not wanting to spend another second away from you. Already discarding his helmet, he would falter when seeing you. Always looking so beautiful.

"Kylo!" You shout upon seeing him, running to him as fast as possible. A smile breaks out on his usual brooding face and he welcomes your hug with laughter.

"Oh my love, I'm so happy to be back with you," he would say, pressing kisses onto your head. You would cup his cheeks and pull him down, giving a longing kiss.

"I thought I might not see you again," you'd say, watching as his eyes softened. Wiping away your tears Kylo would hold you.

"Nothing will ever stop me from coming back to you, my love."

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[dailydragon08]

The Conflict Within

Pairing: Luke Skywalker x F!Jedi!Reader Summary: After you're injured in battle, Luke takes care of you while you're both conflicting over whether or not to reveal your feelings for each other. A/N: "Remnants" is a series one shots in no particular order about the budding relationship between you and Luke as he trains you in the ways of the Force. This piece has slight angst and hurt/comfort, but mainly fluff and Luke being an awkward little bean for you, even after all the confidence he acquired post-ROTJ. Read here on AO3

A gentle swaying motion lulled you out of your slumber. Frantic voices surrounded you, along with the sound of…were those blasters? You tried to open your eyes, but anything more than a foot away was blurry. You found yourself staring into a black-clad chest and recognized Luke’s scent. You’d know that smell anywhere, after traveling around with him for nearly two years after finding out that you were Force-sensitive to get rid of remnants of empire left behind in the wake of the emperor’s death.

As you tilted your head up, your neck suddenly felt like it was on fire and you realized Luke was carrying you in his arms, moving as fast as he could without jostling you too much. The two of you moved behind a large, blurry object for shelter and Luke slid to the ground with you still in his arms. He was panting and leaned his head back against the large crate-like object before sensing your eyes and meeting your stare.

“Y/N,” he breathed, pulling you tighter against him and brushing some hair out of your face. If you weren’t in so much pain, the gesture would’ve sent your stomach into somersaults.

You tried to answer him, but realized how dry your throat was and all you could muster was a strangled moan.

“I know, just hold on. We’re almost to the Falcon.” He gently smoothed your hair with his flesh hand, looking so worried you thought he might cry. You knew he saw you as a close friend, but you hadn’t realized he’d be this concerned for you. You gently brushed the backs of your fingers against his jaw to try and soothe him before everything began spinning once more. You thought you heard him call your name before everything went black again.

 ~ Three hours earlier ~

You chuckled as R2-D2 and C3PO struggled in chess against Chewie. R2 seemed determined to beat the Wookie, even though he’d always back down at the first roar of discontent anyway. Spread out on the bench seat, the coldness of space seeped into your bones and you shivered.

“Here,” Luke settled next to your feet and you curled into a ball to give him more room, tilting your legs against the wall to get a better view of his face. He gave you a gentle smile as he draped a blanket over your lap. Despite how many times you’d been in space working for the Resistance and traveling around the galaxy with Luke—and sometimes Chewie, the droids, Han, and Leia, although the latter two were off somewhere else—you still froze.

As Luke turned to laugh at the chess game, you couldn’t help but admire his profile in the Falcon’s dim light. His new black Jedi robes suited him well and showed off his toned physique, and he seemed more well-rested lately. It had a few years since he’d killed the Emperor, Vader, and narrowly escaped the destruction of the second Death Star, right around the time you’d realized you were Force sensitive and switched from a cybernetic mechanic in med bay to Luke’s new Padawan. He always treated you with the utmost respect and endless patience, but in the last few months, your close friendship seemed to morph into something…more. At least, on your end. You weren’t so sure about his. He was so sweet to everyone, so how were you supposed to tell if you were getting special treatment?

Luke turned to meet your eyes and you quickly looked away.

“Is everything all right?”

You looked back at him. “Just cold. Why?”

“I sense conflict in you.”

You were about to brush him off, but he looked so genuinely concerned, you almost spilled your feelings right then and there. “I sense it in you, too.”

He shook his head. “I’m all right…Although, I have been wanting to ask you…” He played with the hem of your blanket.

Your heart sped up. “Ask me what?”

He looked more nervous than you’d ever seen him. “You’ve been coming along well in your training and are a fast learner and hard worker. I doubt there’s much more you can learn from me, and well…Master Yoda told me to pass on what I’ve learned, and I think that means I need to set up a sort of academy for Force sensitives.”

You frowned and felt a pit growing in your stomach. “So…you’re leaving?”

Luke’s blue eyes snapped up to yours quickly. “No! No, I, um…was actually hoping you’d come with me and even help me pick a location. Of course, we have to help get rid of any remaining imperials for awhile longer, but after that…” he trailed off, looking at you hopefully.

“You…want me to help you teach?” you asked incredulously.

“Of course. We belong together—I mean, as Jedi, we have to stick together.”

You tried not to feel too hopeful at how hastily the last part was added. “Would I even be any good at it?”

“I think you’d be better than you think. Every time I’ve seen you interact with children, you always put them at ease so quickly and they listen to you.”

“I know I want to go with you, but…teaching just scares me.”

“I understand. And even if you just help me run the place and I can concentrate on teaching, that would be fine by me. I just...” he licked his lips, seeming to withhold something. “I’d like you to be there with me.”

You smiled, elated that he wanted you around, no matter what form that took. “Of course.”

He smiled in relief and his shoulders ticked down several notches before he turned back to the chess game at Chewie’s disgruntled roar. As he chuckled, his hand seemed to gently rest on your knee of its own accord, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into the blanket. You sighed quietly at the sensation, but could still sense the conflict in your friend. “Luke?”

“Hm?” He turned back to you, boring into your eyes with such intensity that you almost forgot your question.

“Was that all?”

He was quiet for a moment, continuing to rub circles into your knee. He laughed softly. “See? You’ve become proficient in the Force quickly.” You both glanced at the hand on your knee. “Oh—is this okay? I’m sorry, I should’ve asked your permission before—”

“I like it,” you answered quietly, suddenly feeling very small as you took in the contours of his face, the fullness of his lips, the smoothness of his hair—

“We’re approaching the planet.”

Leia’s voice made you jump as you and Luke turned to see her in the doorway. Luke’s hand remained on your knee, drawing his sister’s attention as well. She smiled and gave him a knowing look before making her way to the cockpit, Chewie and the droids in tow.

Suddenly, it was just you and Luke. You stared at him as he stared at the doorway, seemingly deep in thought, before kicking off the blanket. Luke quickly stood, holding out a hand to help you up. You smiled as you hoisted yourself up and let go, walking a few paces ahead of your friend. You could feel the warmth of his hand as he pressed it to the small of your back to lead you to the front of the ship.

 ~ Present ~

You registered a soft mattress beneath you as you regained consciousness, a blanket on top of you as well. As you tried to roll over, you felt a tug in several places and groaned.

“Hey, shhhhh,” Luke’s voice soothed. “Try to stay still.”

You pried your eyes open to see the bunks in the Falcon. You could see clearly now, although your eyes were sore, and looked down to see yourself hooked up to several tubes with a medical droid down by your feet. Something squeezed your right hand and you looked down to see Luke’s large, strong hand wrapped around yours, his thumb gently rubbing back and forth.

“Luke?”

“I’m here.” He scooted his chair closer, placing his gloved, mechanical hand on your shoulder.

“What happened? I feel like a mountain fell on top of me.”

“You were shot with some new kind of plasma weapon. We’re not sure what it did to you and are on our way back to base to get you to med bay. You’ll probably need a bacta tank as well.”

You realized a familiar weight was missing from your side. “My—”

“I have it.” Luke gently shook the extra lightsaber at his hip and you sighed in relief.

“What happened to the weapon?”

“Another squad got it and they’re transporting it back to base on the ship behind us. Some engineers will look at it when we get back.”

“Where did they even get it?”

“I’m not sure, but don’t worry about that now. You need to concentrate on resting and getting better.”

You hesitated, looking into your friend’s eyes. You could see—and feel through the Force—the worry and fatigue clouding his warm, kind eyes and felt bad that it was because of you. Without thinking, you reached up and gently traced a dark circle with your thumb and Luke leaned into your touch. You marveled at the way he melted and were sure he would’ve just sunk into you if you weren’t injured.

“Where are the others?” you asked quietly, afraid anything too loud may ruin the moment and rip Luke away from you.

“Han and Chewie are in the cockpit and Leia’s asleep in the main hold on the couch. She didn’t want to wake you. The droids are out there with her as well.”

Your hand continued to trace the cut of Luke’s cheekbone and jaw. It was almost as if both of you were in some sort of trance, and you were in no hurry to wake up from it. “She can sleep in here, it’s okay.”

Luke nodded, eyes only for you as he continued to hold and stroke your hand, his voice just as soft. “I’ll go get her in a few minutes…” As he trailed off, his mechanical hand moved from your shoulder to gently stroke your cheek. You sighed at the feeling of his skin’s warmth in your hand and cool leather on your face. He paused, refusing to let go of your hand while he pulled his glove off and gently wrapped his hand around your neck, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. You closed your eyes, nudging your nose against his when you felt him press his forehead to yours.

You risked letting your fingers wander into the hair at the nape of his neck and felt him squirm slightly. It was much softer than you’d imagined and you resisted the urge to pull—which was easier said than done with how out of it you were. But he was much more responsive to your touch than you thought he would be, making you wonder if this was real or some sort of injury-induced dream.

Luke finally broke the silence. “For a minute, I thought you were…” He shuddered.

“’M still here,” you murmured, your lips practically touching his as you spoke. In a moment of bravery—or stupidity, you weren’t sure which—you lightly ghosted your lips over his.

His breath hitched and he tilted his head only to be interrupted by the bunk door opening with a loud whoosh. You both jumped apart, although Luke kept your hand in his while he yanked his glove back on.

“How ya doin’, kiddo?” Han asked, seemingly oblivious to what he’d just interrupted.

“Okay,” you answered, your voice gravelly now that you’d increased your volume. “Tired and sore.”

“Well, we should be reaching the planet in about 30 minutes, so hang in there. Mind if I catch some sleep?” He pointed to one of the other bunks.

You shook your head. “Go ahead.”

Han nodded. “Where’s Leia?”

“Still out in the main hold,” Luke answered, meeting your eyes and giving you a soft smile. “I’ll go get her. We could all use some sleep after today.”

Han nodded and was asleep and snoring almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

You and Luke laughed and rolled your eyes before Luke gave your hand one last squeeze. He moved to get up, hesitated, then gently cupped your cheek before kissing your forehead. “If you need anything, I’ll be in that bunk up top. Just call out through the Force and wake me up, no matter what you need.”You nodded. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” He pressed one last kiss to your hand before leaving, holding onto you until you were out of reach and disappearing with a soft, tired smile.

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i’ll always come back to you - cth

summary: Calum wore a skirt. A stage reveal happens. 

author’s notes: I have no excuse but I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. 

warnings: Cal in a skirt (please it’s too good), car sex, PIV, calum blanks out a little, she’s back and better than ever!

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“What do you think I should wear?” Calum asked softly, his hands running through the different items in his closet once more, “It’s a pretty big show, I can’t just show up in something shitty. All I’ve worn for the past two years is either baggy jeans and a t-shirt or shorts and no shirt.” 

It was true, ever since the world had shut down and the band’s tour had been put on hold more times than Calum could count, his passion for fashion and finding new clothes to wear had been put on hold as well. Comfort and trying to stay sane in the middle of a worldwide pandemic had left him reaching for any signs of comfort to hold on to and keep him sane. But with the band’s first show slowly approaching and Calum’s nerves returning in the form of playing a fake bass while he tried to calm his racing mind, he knew he’d have to find an outfit sooner or later, and it’d have to be one to make him feel good about himself on stage once more. 

“I mean, I don’t think anyone would personally complain about you showing up shirtless to a show,” Dovey teased, her eyes tracing the muscles in Calum’s back as she sat on the edge of the bed, “I certainly wouldn’t.” 

“Yeah, but you’re a pervert so you have no choice,” Calum chuckled and threw another shirt towards his loving wife. 

The days had gone by and Calum had been stuck at rehearsals, trying his best to find the groove the band had long for ever since the start of the shutdown, but eventually, Calum found himself at home the morning of the show watching from the green room as the concert went on around the world. His bag, which he’d packed and unpacked multiple times that morning, laid on one of the couches. He knew he’d made the right choice, the look on Dovey’s face when he’d packed away the black fabric before she could get a peek of it enough of a reaction to make him smirk before he had rushed out the door at the sound of Ashton’s horn. 

“So, did you decide on an outfit?” Michael asked as he sat down next to him during a break in their soundcheck, watching as Calum’s leg swung along to whatever beat Ashton was trying to work out with Luke, “Dovey has been texting me all day asking if I’ve gotten a peek at it.” 

“Tell her to fuck off,” Calum chuckled, “I told her she had to wait like everyone else did to see it.” 

“Alright,” Michael huffed, nudging him playfully, “But we’re going to be the first to see it then.”

“Yeah, yeah, and she’ll manage to bully you into telling her somehow.” 

Calum looked in the mirror, inhaling a shaky breath as he fixed the collar of his suit jacket once more as he heard his bandmates chuckling outside of the bathroom door. With one final look at his outfit he opened the door and stepped out, goosebumps covering his skin as the cold air of the dressing room brushed against his legs. 

“Woah! Calum!” Ashton grinned, his eyes wide and his head nodding, “No man, that looks sick! I love it!” 

“Oh man, your dad is going to freak once he sees you on stage!” Luke nodded, “You look so good!”

“Guys, Dovey is literally going to kill us all,” Michael whined and clapped Calum on the shoulder, “You look fucking awesome, dude.”

Calum’s cheeks flushed, turning hot as he chuckled and shook his head, letting the curls he’d been growing out swish against his forehead while he tried his best not to push away his very excited and very supportive bandmates. It wasn’t until the room, which consisted of the four of them and their photographer started chanting for him to do a spin that he’d finally told them to fuck off. But with a spin, and a small bout of giggles that left him when the material of his skirt brushed against the back of his knees, Calum had never felt more prepared to play a show in his life, especially when he knew that Dovey would be in the crowd singing her heart out along with them all. 

Dovey’s eyes watched the crowd around her grow restless as time ticked slowly, minutes dragging on until the show would start. Her adrenaline was high as she heard an announcer overhead shout that the show would start in one minute, the pit in her stomach thrumming with excitement and the thought of seeing her husband and his best friends on stage again after so long. She knew how much Calum missed being on stage with them, how much he missed performing to a crowd of people singing the lyrics back to them, and so she knew that tonight’s performance would be nothing but perfect. The hum of a guitar backstage and the sound of cheers around her had Dovey on her feet before she even knew it, her wide eyes searching the stage for the man she’d married. 

“Oh my god, he did not,” she gasped, her cheers and clapping drowned out in the rest of the crowd as she saw Calum walking out on stage, “That bastard!”

On stage, under the shining lights and for everyone to see, Calum Hood stood grinning as his fingers moved easily over the strings of his bass. The silver chains, which hung across Calum’s waist, shone like his eyes as the set started. Dovey’s eyes tried their hardest to focus, her vision blurred by the tears that sprung out as she watched the love of her life sing his heart out on stage after too many months of being away from the one place he was able to lose himself in. The skirt, which Dovey was already drooling over, swayed along with every movement Calum made as she found herself swaying along with it, stuck in a never-ending dance she wasn’t sure she’d ever want to end. But when Ghost of You played out and Dovey’s eyes found Calum’s it was like the large crowds that had given her anxiety ever since Calum had mentioned the show and the loud music had all disappeared. 

There was no one but her and Calum standing there, swaying to the song that had meant more to them than anyone could have ever imagined. 

She knew their kids were watching from home, giggling and dancing along in the safety of their living room while the sitter recorded them for Dovey and Calum to cry along to later that night. But right now, in the moment, all she could think about was how despite all the things that had gone wrong and how scary the world had turned, she still had her family and the love of her life was singing to her in a room full of people once more. The set was over before Dovey even realized, her legs carrying her back towards the dressing room she’d left not too long ago and towards her husband and his amazingly talented friends. 

The night had become a whirlwind of events, Dovey’s arms wrapping around Calum and stuttering through her praises as her hands and eyes took in his after-show presence. Her mind was distracted throughout the rest of the promo the band had gone to do with the view of him in the skirt and mesh shirt that kept peeking in and out of view from where she stood with the rest of their team. Her eyes never left his as she watched him smile and laugh with the band and it wasn’t until the car door closed next to her and she watched Calum walk in front of the car before sliding into the driver’s seat that she let out the soft breath she was holding in. 

“So, what did you think of the show?” Calum asked as he pulled off the highway, his grin wide as his eyes glanced over at Dovey, “Did you like it? I think we did great. Yeah, the set was short but I think it we-”

“Calum, if you don’t pull over right now I will literally crash this car,” Dovey breathed out, her hand reaching out and squeezing Calum’s thigh gently. 

The car screech to a halt, Calum’s soft gasp lost on Dovey’s lips as she pulled him into a kiss, Calum’s body leaning over the console to pull her even closer to him. He and Dovey might not have been a couple of a thousand words, but he knew exactly what she was doing when her teeth pulled gently at his bottom lip. He also knew that they didn’t have much time before their car was steamed up and their moans echoed against the tinted windows, so Calum had to work fast. 

“Back seat, baby girl,” he breathed out, his forehead resting against his wife’s for just a second before she sprung into action, her soft laughter music to Calum’s ears. 

“I am. So proud. Of you.” Dovey mumbled in between the kisses she was leaving on Calum’s skin, her hips rolling against his and pressed up silver chains of his skirt, “You looked so fucking amazing on stage I couldn’t help but think about all the things I wanted you to do to me tonight.”

“Yeah?” Calum breathed out, his hands squeezing Dovey’s thighs as he helped her push up the hem of the skirt she was more than likely soaking through if his leaking cock wasn’t already at fault for it, “Gonna show me all those things you were thinking of?” 

“Mhm, only have time for one of them right now though,” Dovey smirked, her hand taking his cock and stroking it a few times, listening to the soft whimpers that left Calum as her own hips rocked against his solid thigh, “Have to wait until we’re back home for the others.” 

Calum’s eyes opened enough at one point to see the steam from their act fogging up the windows, the beads of moisture dripping down their foreheads matching the ones racing down the window next to his head. Above him, Dovey looked like an angel, her closed eyes and barely opened mouth making Calum think he was the luckiest man alive. His fingers had dug into her hips, soft whimpers leaving them both with every rock of their hips and Calum wasn’t sure if he’d ever want this feeling to end. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever get tired of the way Dovey felt wrapped around him. He’d happily get lost in her warmth and never find his way out again if he could, but the coil in his stomach kept stretching and stretching, threatening to snap as he listened to Dovey’s moans grow louder and louder as her hips rose and fell with every one of them. 

“Calum,” she gasped out, one of her hands finding comfort in the soft curls she’d been playing with ever since they’d grown out and coiled against his head. 

“I know, I’ve got you,” Calum choked out, his own high speeding towards him as he felt Dovey clench around him as her hips paused and her whimpers were soaked into by Calum’s skin, “Oh fuck, baby, I-”

“Calum,” Dovey whispered, her soft kisses on Calum’s skin making the blinding white stars beneath his eyelids clear slowly, “Hey, come back to me,” she mumbled, the feeling of her fingers running through his hair grounding Calum back to the backseat of his car. 

His lungs hurt, the panting breaths he was taking sounding over the muffled music playing from the radio in the front, and his vision was still blurred as he watched Dovey leaned back against his thighs, her hair tousled and her dress still rucked up over her hips. It took him a couple more breaths, the thick air coating his lungs until finally, Calum’s hand found Dovey’s in the darkness of the car and he smiled lazily. 

“You back with me, Hood?” she asked softly and smiled, the gentle squeeze she gave his hand making him nod. 

“I always come back to you,” Calum whispered, “Always.” 

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The Jacket Fic

Fandom: Star Wars Rating: T Pairings: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Lando Calrissian/Han Solo, Han Solo/Luke Skywalker (brief mentions of HanLeia and Skyrissian) Summary: One jacket, barely worn, passed along.

You know how Luke’s jacket doesn’t fit at the end of ANH? And how those clothes are probably all Han’s? Yeah. I’ve been musing on this headcanon for a long time.

Damn Star Wars gays and their stupid jackets, istg.

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“I have something for you!”

Han has long since learnt that when Lando Calrissian offers you something with that cheerful of a grin and that lilting of a tone, the something being offered is probably going to land you in a heap of trouble. It’s happened twice, and Han has unlearned any curiosity he might have once harboured about, well, pretty much anything, at this point. He’s not going to take the bait.

Nonchalantly shirtless, he continues peeling his sunfruit, feet propped on the table, and refuses to even glance at Lando. Lando, who is leaning on the table, arms folded, and probably wearing that ridiculous smirk of his, a tempting thing that’s fun to bite. Which isn’t something Han should be thinking about right now, because he might trip up and give in and wind up locked in a cage on Junkfort Station. Again.

“You’re not curious?” Lando asks, sounding hurt.

Han makes the terrible mistake of looking up with a scowl, mouth open to utter what will surely be a highly witty retort – he’s full of them, after all – but something stops him.

Lando isn’t smirking. Instead, he’s looking at Han intently, his smile smaller and more hopeful, the kind that wouldn’t take kindly to rejection. Han lets out a long huff. It would be so much easier if it were massiff pup eyes instead of this… sincerity. Han doesn’t know what to do with that.

“Fine,” he grumbles. “What is it?”

There’s the grin – or a grin, at least. It’s bright and warm in a way that, ironically, makes Han more nervous than if it were one of his usual suave ones. Han knows how to navigate those, how to counteract them. Sincerity is an alien concept between them.

Lando pushes himself off the table and heads into the hallway, coming back with a large flat box. It’s not wrapped, thank the Stars, because Han definitely wouldn’t know how to deal with that. Lando hands it to him, leans back against the table, and waits expectantly. Han catches him bouncing his leg, which makes him consciously stop, clearing his throat.

“Tell me what you think!” Lando says.

Han sets his sunfruit and knife aside with a sigh. He puts the box on the table and slowly tugs off the lid. Then he blinks.

“Oh,” he says.

“Your wardrobe is so drab,” Lando says airily, waving a hand. “All those dull colours. I thought you could do with something a little brighter.”

Han gets to his feet, grabs the contents of the box by the shoulders and lifts it up.

It’s a jacket. It’s a pale yellow, the same colour as the greater star on the Corellian flag, with ribbing down the sleeves and binding up the sides, slightly padded. From the feel of it, it’s Corellian leather, supple, durable and almost as soft as meelweekian silk, which means it was expensive. Which makes the situation all the more tragic, because he hates it.

He stares at it, and he can feel the silence lengthening awkwardly, like it’s sitting in the room with them, staring. Lando raises an expectant eyebrow.

Han quickly tugs it on, tugging it smooth, and spins, arms held out. It fits perfectly, like a glove, as if Lando secretly took his measurements and handed them to a tailor (maybe he did, Han wouldn’t put it past him). The shoulders sit just right, there’s plenty of give beneath the armpits without it feeling baggy, there’s no tightness at the back that sometimes happens when Han finds himself looking for a new jacket. The sleeves and the body are the perfect length. Truly heartbreaking.

“How does it look?” he asks. Lando looks him up and down and nods, stroking his moustache appreciatively.

“I made a fine choice,” he says, giving Han one of his more flirtatious looks. Which, for Han, is now a perfect chance for a distraction. He tugs Lando in for a kiss, and the jacket is soon off again, discarded on the chair and forgotten about.

Which is wonderful, because Han’s never going to wear it again.

-- 

“I couldn’t exactly bring a change of clothes,” Luke grumbles, trying desperately not to think of the reason why, blinking it away and pretending it’s not because of the threat of tears. He should be happy, ebullient. He’s just done the most heroic thing possible, saved the galaxy from the greatest weapon it’s ever seen. He will feel joy, even if it kills him. There’s tomorrow morning’s ceremony to be joyous for, after all.

“It’s fine, kid, you can borrow some of mine,” Han says.

He leads Luke to the Falcon, all the way to his own cabin. Luke sits on the bed, leans back on his hands, and tries very hard not to think about the fact that Han sleeps here, on this mattress, between these sheets.

He shakes his head, making his hair bounce. His brain is all over the place, a thousand different emotions jostling for attention: the carved out, bleeding wound of loss, the exhilaration of victory, the way Han seems so warm and solid and real and present and there, within reach, and Stars know Luke needs something, anything, to distract him from the terrifying knowledge that Biggs doesn’t exist anymore. His head is full of sandflies, buzzing incessantly, and he might go mad with it before the ceremony has even happened. His mind has never been quiet – sometimes it was loud enough to keep him awake long into the night, staring, exhausted but somehow, agonisingly alert, at the synthplas ceiling – but right now there’s just… so much in there, he felts like he’s about to overflow.

He tightens his grip on the sheets and watches Han dig around in the cabin’s storage compartment, breathing through his nose, holding it, letting it out again. It helps a little, takes the edge of the permanent panic attack he’s teetering on the brink of.

“Here, these are too small for me,” Han says, tossing a pair of brown pants at him. They’re followed by a black shirt, which hits him right in the face. Luke splutters, tugging it down, and holds it up.

“I think they’ll fit,” he says, getting to his feet. He briefly considers absconding to the ‘fresher to try them on, but stops. He could… just try them on here, couldn’t he? Peel off his own layers, the last things he owns from a place he once called home, and wear Han’s as if he’s not going to be painfully conscious of the fact he’s wearing Han’s clothes. And so what if he were to bite his lip, quirk his eyebrows, toss his hair a little? He’s flirted before, he knows how to do that, it would be fine, he could do it–

The moment passes, leaving him slightly breathless, as if he’s been running. He doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and both are stupid reactions to something that only existed in his head.

He strips perfunctorily, pulling on Han’s clothes without a second thought: tucks the shirt in, buttons the pants. The single, tiny shaving mirror is absolutely useless for looking at an outfit, so he turns to Han, spreads his arms slightly with a huff.

“Well?”

Han turns, gives him a critical look, up and down, and Luke fights the urge to squirm.

“Hang on, one last thing.”

He returns to rooting around and pulls out a jacket. It’s yellow, sand-in-the-morning colour, and it looks nice, Luke thinks, though he knows precious little about fashion at the best of times.

“Why?” Luke asks. He was perfectly happy to just wear this.

“We’re in what used to be a temple,” Han says with a shrug. “Gets chilly.”

Luke pulls it on. It’s too big, that’s for sure, it hangs on his frame. The sleeves are too long, sit awkwardly halfway down his hand instead of at his wrist, like they should. It falls lower than it should at his waist. But it’s also incredibly comfortable, and feels very nice indeed. He smooths down the front.

He looks up, catches Han’s eye just in time for the other man’s gaze to dart away.

“Keep it,” Han says, voice ever-so-slightly strained, and Luke feels something hot and hopeful stir in his gut.

“Sure you won’t miss it?” Luke asks, perhaps more softly than he intended. Han shakes his head, folds his arms across his chest like a shield. Luke wants to pry them apart, step between them – to do what, he doesn’t know.

“Nah, never wear it,” Han says. He reaches out, adjusts the collar, his thumb dangerously close to Luke’s throat. “Suits you.”

Luke swallows. He takes a step forward, one brave, reckless hand landing at Han’s belt.

And it might be stupid to lean up and kiss him, but if it will shut his brain up for a while, then it doesn’t really matter.

--

“This feels so very, very wrong,” Din mutters.

It’s one thing to wear something that isn’t duranex and beskar at home – he does that all the time now, loose linen shirts and pants to sleep in and, occasionally, Luke’s oversized Jedi robe (the only thing of his husband’s that fits him) – but that’s precisely it. It’s at home, between their four walls on Mandalore, safe and alone with only Grogu and Luke to ever see him vulnerable. He hasn’t existed in public without the comforting protection of his beskar’gam for twenty-three years. He doesn’t want to exist in public without his helmet and armour, it reminds him of Morak, of revelation unintended and desperate. He feels bare, exposed, unprotected, and even two years after reshaping his faith, it still feels like sacrilege.

And they haven’t even left the house yet.

He looks at himself in the full-length mirror that hangs on the inside of the wardrobe door. He doesn’t know how to feel about what he’s currently wearing, not least because it looks annoyingly like something Solo would wear, the dark blue collared shirt and the annoyingly tight black pants. The belt and bandolier, the ones he always wears, offer some small comfort, as do the boots, but that’s it. The rest is alien, and the more he looks at his reflection the more it doesn’t look like him.

Reflected behind him is Grogu, sitting on the bed, and he looks deeply suspicious of the whole proceedings. You and me both, buddy, he thinks. He tugs down the sleeves of his shirt nervously.

“I know,” Luke says, stepping into his space, and his apologetic tone is sincere. “It won’t be for long, though.”

He presses a hand to Din’s cheek, offering him a small smile. Din leans into the touch and sighs.

“The sooner we get home, the better,” he mumbles. “Calrissian better be grateful for this.”

Luke chuckles at that. “I’m sorry for owing Lando a favour, and I’m very grateful you agreed to come with me.” He reaches up to kiss him, just a quick peck, and it does the job of calming some of Din’s nerves. Din wonders what that says about him.

It would all be so much easier if they could just be Master Luke Skywalker and Mand’alor the Reclaimer, Jedi and Mandalorian, their usual, familiar selves. But they can’t be, not this time, it’s just them and two pseudonyms and Lando Calrissian, and a job that Din doesn’t have a great feeling about.

“It’s going to be chilly on Togominda,” Luke says. His hands have settled on Din’s chest and he’s wearing a thoughtful look. Din is trying very hard not to think about those hands and just how warm they are through the frankly ludicrously thin polyfibe. “You can’t wear just a shirt.”

Din briefly mourns the loss of his touch as Luke turns away, back to the wardrobe, and rifles through it for a moment. Luke has a truly absurd amount of clothes, far more than Din would consider practical. A lot of them are variations on the same tight black theme (which Din isn’t complaining about in the slightest), but occasionally the depths of Luke’s closet throw a curveball.

Today it comes in the shape of a jacket.

“This should fit!” Luke says brightly.

Din eyes it, frowning. Just from Luke holding it up he can see it’s too big for him, which is odd, because everything else Luke wears is tailored to perfection. It’s also yellow, which isn’t a colour Luke wears often, or, well, at all. Both mysteries to be unravelled at some other point. Din takes it, pulls it on a little awkwardly and then looks in the mirror, although he isn’t entirely sure what he’s looking for: he relies mostly on Luke to figure out if something looks good on him or not.

He rolls his shoulders. It’s a little tight, but certainly not enough to be complained about, he can move about just fine. Strangely, he feels slightly better with the jacket on, less like he’s walking around begging to be stabbed. The garment in question isn’t padded enough to offer much protection, so it must be some psychological effect, but at the moment anything that helps him feel less awkward is welcome.

“Not bad,” Luke says, tugging down the front and straightening the collar. He looks Din up and down, reaches up to smooth his hand down his shoulders. “Not bad at all.”

Screw the jacket, that does wonders for his discomfort. He settles his hands at Luke’s slim waist, thumbs stroking just above his belt, and he can feel the constant banked fire within give off sparks.

“Oh?” he asks, soft, suggestive. Luke smirks, his blue eyes burning, licks his lips and leans in closer–

A pillow collides, hard, with the back of Din’s head.

“Patoo!” comes the indignant babble from the bed. They both turn around and Grogu is scowling at them, eyes narrowed.

Luke bursts out laughing. Din huffs.

“Grogu, no throwing things!” he says, bending down to pick up the pillow.

“Even if it does show solid mastery of the Force,” Luke adds, walking over to pick up their son and failing at not undermining Din’s already pitiful authority in the house hierarchy.

Din tosses the pillow back on the bed and places his hands on his hips, glaring at Grogu. Grogu sticks out his tongue.

“Mind your manners!” Luke admonishes, giving one of Grogu’s ears a gentle flick.

“That’s all Solo’s influence, I know it,” Din mutters. Whatever, he’ll kiss Luke later, when they’re in hyperspace and have the Wayfinder all to themselves.

--

It is always a joy to see Luke Skywalker, Lando thinks. The man is always wonderfully easy on the eyes, his sense of humour just tart enough to be amusing, and if Lando always feels that slight twinge of melancholy at what could have been, well, he’ll always have the memories. It’s slightly less of a joy when his frankly intimidating husband is in tow, but Din Djarin is always polite and that’s more than can be said for most Mandalorians Lando has met. They haven’t had an unpleasant conversation yet.

He strides across the landing platform towards the rustbucket they travel in, arms wide in welcome.

“Luke!” he exclaims, beaming. Luke, first down the loading ramp, smiles and waves.

“Hi, Lando!” he says, accepting the warm hug. Lando holds him at arm’s length once they part, looks him up and down.

“No holy robes this time?” he asks, moustache twitching. Luke snorts.

“You did say we had to be undercover,” he says.

Someone else comes down the ramp, and Lando is about to turn and welcome the Mand’alor with all the grace and decorum the Baron Administrator of Cloud City should rightly show to a visiting diplomat, but he frowns in confusion.

“Han?” he asks, surprised.

The man raises an eyebrow. The rest of his face is covered by a red scarf, leaving only his eyes exposed, but Lando knows his mistake immediately. Those eyes look nothing like Han’s, they’re far warmer and softer, the laughter lines look nothing alike.

“Definitely not,” says the man, and the voice is familiar enough even without the monotone of a vocoder for Lando to realise this is actually the ruler of Mandalore, but with none of the usual trappings of a Mandalorian warrior. He flicks his gaze up and down the other man, and he has to admit it’s not a bad change at all.

“You certainly cut a different figure without the armour, Mand’alor,” he says with a grin. Din gives a full head roll as he sighs, and it looks frankly ridiculous without the helmet. “Did Han lend you that?”

Din gives him a confused look. “Lend me what?”

Luke clears his throat. “The jacket,” he says. “It was Han’s.”

“‘Was’?” Lando echoes, raising an eyebrow.

“He gave it to me just after the Battle of Yavin.”

“This was Solo’s?” Din says, sounding as if he’s in great pain.

“It hasn’t been Han’s for twelve years, Din, get over it,” Luke retorts breezily, giving him a gentle whack on the arm.

Lando chuckles at wedded shenanigans, gesturing for them to follow him back into the city. Solo has got some explaining to do, and if he dodges his holocalls, well, then Lando will just have to call his wife instead, and then he’ll be in trouble. Leia nearly always takes Lando’s side, after all.

That jacket wasn’t cheap.

[xoxoavenger]

Crazy

pairing: Luke Skywalker x reader

summary: Y/N goes a little crazy when Luke doesn't return from his patrol, and she definitely outs their secret relationship.

word count: 3624

warnings: cannon typical injury

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"Do you have to go?" Y/N asked, grabbing Luke's arm before he slipped out of the bed.

"If I don't go now, people will get suspicious and come looking for me." Luke kissed her neck, and she rolled onto her back.

"I'm sorry you're so popular, but that's not my fault." Y/N said, eyes still closed and still hanging onto him.

"Y/N," Luke whined, falling back into bed with her as she pulled at him.

"I think you're sick today." Y/N said, placing her arms around him and making him as close as he could be to her.

"There will still be people looking for me. I have to go." Luke kissed her head, untangling himself from her. "You should probably get up too, Y/N." Luke began putting on the extensive layers he had to have on in order to not freeze on this ice planet.

"I don't want to." She mumbled, and he rolled his eyes fondly at her.

"Come on." Luke pulled her up, and she finally opened her eyes. Luke had two layers out of the five he normally put on for missions, and Y/N pouted.

"Why did you put your clothes on?" She asked, and Luke let out a small laugh.

"Because it's cold. You need to put your clothes on too." Luke grabbed Y/N's long sleeved under shirt, and she lifted her arms up so he could put it over her. "Are you ready to go to work today?" Luke asked, getting dressed himself after helping Y/N.

"No." She muttered, wiping her eyes. "Can you do my hair?" Y/N asked, and Luke smiled at her.

"I can't do it as well as Leia does, Y/N. You know that." Luke said, but he still moved behind Y/N and began braiding her hair in two sections. "Here's your hat, love." Luke put the hat on Y/N, and she smiled at him.

"Be careful." She said, leaning on her tip toes to kiss him. He kissed back, lips warm against her cold body.

"I'm always careful." He smirked as they parted.

"Keep talking like that and you'll sound like Han." Y/N smirked, and Luke huffed out a breath. "I'm serious, Luke. I don't know what I'd do without you." She placed her hands on his chest, wishing he would be closer to her than the millions of layers between them to keep them warm.

"I know. You'd go crazier than you already are, Y/N." Luke smiled, hands rubbing his hands up and down her hips.

"Stop it!" Y/N whined, hitting his chest.

"I love you." Luke said, bringing her close.

"I thought you had to leave." Y/N rested her head on his chest.

"I do." He kissed her forehead.

"I love you too." Y/N kissed Luke one more time before the separated and made their way to their respective jobs.

~

"Han? Where's Luke?" Y/N asked as soon as Han walked into the control room. She knew Luke hadn't checked in yet, and he never forgets.

"He's checking out a meteorite that hit near him." Han answered.

"Alone?"

"With all the meteor activity in this system, it's going to be difficult to spot approaching ships." Y/N's question was disregarded, and she felt her heart race. Something wasn't right.

"General, I got to leave. I can't stay anymore." Han said, and Y/N looked over at Leia. She knew the princess had feelings for the captain, even if she would never admit it out loud.

"What?" Leia turned to see Y/N staring at her.

"Tell him how you feel, Leia! You don't really want him to leave, do you?" Y/N asked, and Liea turned to look at Han again, who was still talking to the General.

"When are you going to tell Luke how you feel, Y/N?" Leia whispered, and Y/N rolled her eyes. Luke and her were still new at the whole love thing, so no one knew about what happened behind closed doors.

"Well, Your Highness, guess this is it." Han said, and Y/N and Leia turned to see Han now behind them.

"That's right." Leia nodded.

"We hate to see you go, Han." Y/N said, and Han shoved her slightly.

"Don't tell me things you don't mean." He smirked, before looking at Leia. "Well, don't get all mushy on me, Princess. So long." And then Han was out the door. Leia and Y/N shared a look before Liea was after him, leaving Y/N to wonder where Luke was.

~

"Han!" Y/N yelled, making the man stand up and move from under his ship.

"What now?" He asked, and Y/N shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts.

"Where's Luke?" She asked, and Han's face immediately changed to concern.

"What do you mean?"

"He hasn't come back yet. Leia and I don't know where he is, and the temperature is starting to drop and-"

"Hold on, honey. I don't know where he is." Han informed her.

"Nobody knows where he is." C-3PO informed them, and Y/N and Han turned to see the gold machine standing beside them.

"Nobody?" Y/N muttered.

"What do you mean, nobody knows?" Han asked, and Y/N's heart picked up its pace as if she was sprinting. "Deck Officer!" Han was yelling before 3PO could speak.

"Excuse me, sir, might I-"

"Shut it, 3PO." Y/N mumbled, following Han.

"Do you know where Commander Skywalker is?" Han asked.

"I haven't seen him." Y/N shut her eyes as the man spoke, trying to think of the best case scenario as stomach churned.

"Is it possible he came in through the south entrance?" Y/N asked, eyes still closed.

"Yes."

"It's possible? Why don't you go find out? It's getting dark out there." Han commanded.

"Yes, sir." The man responded, and it was quiet until Y/N felt hands on her shoulders.

"Y/N?" Han's voice cut through her thoughts, and she opened her eyes. "Are you alright? You're breathing really heavily." Han said, and Y/N nodded, although her breath intake increased.

"Hey, calm down. You're going to make yourself pass out." Han put a gloved hand on her face, and Y/N didn't react. "You probably need some sleep, I'm guessing. Are you tired?" Han had no idea what he was doing, but Luke's best friend was freaking out and normally he dealt with this sort of stuff.

"We need to find Luke." Y/N muttered, suddenly grabbing a helmet and scarf. She was putting them on, glassy look in her eyes.

"You need to stay here, Y/N." Han said, hands still on her shoulders. "Are you okay? You're shaking." Han was staring at Y/N, concerned. She was blinking rapidly and shaking behind the eye shield.

"I'm just cold. Come on, we need to find Luke." Y/N said, putting the helmet on.

"No, I'm going to find Luke. You're going to stay here." Han barely gave her time to finish her sentence. She began to walk away and he grabbed her, pulling her back. "Y/N, seriously. You're not going."

"Let go of me, Han, or I swear to-

"Stop fighting! You're not going!" Han yelled, and Y/N struggled in his arms weakly.

"I have to go! I have to help him!" Y/N yelled, but Han held onto her tightly.

"You can help him by staying here and working in the command center." He then moved to hug her, and she started to cry in his arms.

"Save him, please." She cried to him, and Han felt his heart break. Although Luke and Y/N never said anything about their relationship, Han knew there was something going on.

"I will. I promise."

~

"Sir, all the patrols are in." Y/N and Leia turned to hear the conversation between the two men.

"Still no-" Y/N turned her head as the man cut himself off, the pair obviously not wanting to say more because Leia and herself were there. "Still no contact from Skywalker or Solo." The man said quieter, and Leia grabbed Y/N's arm.

"Mistress Leia, Mistress Y/N, R2 says he's been quite unable to pick up any signals, although he does admit that his own range is far too weak to abandon all hope." 3PO informed them, and Y/N took a deep breath, wishing her emotions away.

"Your highness, there's nothing more we can do tonight." One of the men said to Leia, and Y/N turned her back to them, trying to clear her mind. It was going to be very cold at night, and Y/N knew it would be hard to survive.

"The shield doors must be closed."

"What?" Y/N cried out, spinning to face them.

"Y/N, we can't do anything until morning." Leia said, pain in her voice.

"They're going to freeze out there!" Y/N cried, and she heard Chewy let out a growl.

"Close the doors." Leia said, and Y/N felt her world collapse in on her, head spinning.

"He's going to die." Y/N mumbled, tears spilling out of her eyes. She looked to Leia, who had a sad frown on her face.

"We don't know that. Han and Luke are strong, Y/N, they can do this." Leia tried to comfort her, but Y/N just shook her head as more tears went tumbling down her cheeks. Just as she was about to fall, to let her body go numb, Chewy grabbed onto her, turning her to him and wrapping his long arms around her as she cried into his fur.

"R2 says the chances of survival are 725 to one." 3PO said, and then the loud clash of the door closing sounded, causing Y/N to cry out. 3PO kept talking, but Y/N drowned him out, sobbing into Chewbacca.

"I'm sure Luke and Han will be back in the morning." Leia's hand was at her back, and Y/N turned her face to see the princess, still holding tight to Chewy.

~

She slept the worst she has ever slept in her entire life, tossing and turning, her eyes not wanting to stay closed. Still, when she woke up, she was expecting to be in Luke's arms. Instead, she woke up next to a furball, and the pain of yesterday's events came crashing down. Y/N picked herself up, wiping a hand over her face. Her head was spinning, and her chest was hurting from her heart beating out of her chest for so long. She came out of the Millennium Falcon, which she barely remembers falling stumbling in and falling asleep, to see Leia pacing in the hanger.

"Did you even sleep?" Y/N asked, pulling her sleeves down.

"Did you?" Leia looked to Y/N, seeing the bags under her eyes, and then back to the open door. "They sent the rescue team out a little while ago. I'm waiting for word that they found them." Leia said over the irrelevant chatter of the rescue team.

"Hopefully they find something more than just frozen bodies." Y/N said, and Leia frowned at her.

"Have hope, Y/N. I'm sure they'll be okay." Leia put a hand on her shoulder, and Y/N smiled at her.

"Echo Base, this is Rouge Two. I've found them. Repeat, I've found them." Came through the comm, and Y/N and Leia both let out a sigh of relief, hugging each other. Y/N almost felt herself fall as her knees buckled, but Leia righted her.

Y/N and Leia awaited the plane that would be carrying Han and Luke, and Y/N rushed over to it as soon as they landed. Luke was being pushed on a medic carrier, and Y/N followed with it. He was pale, a black eye and cuts adorning his face. Y/N pushed the hair out of his face, feeling his cold skin.

"We need to get him into a bacta tank." Someone said, and Y/N looked up.

"Will he be okay?" Y/N asked, and someone in front of her stopped, making her stop. Luke kept going, and Y/N tried to get around the medic.

"He'll be fine, Ma'am. He will need to spend at least ten hours in the bacta tank, which is a hard sight to see. Are you sure you want to stay with him?" The man asked, and Y/N furrowed her brows in anger.

"Get out of my way." She said, pushing past him and running to keep up with Luke. She watched as he was hooked up to a breathing tube, and then stripped down. The droids slipped a machine over his arms before lifting him into the tank. Y/N made her way forwards toward the tank, placing her hands on the glass as she looked at Luke. He was completely unconscious, and every so often a droid attached to the tank would shock him, causing his back to arch and his body to tense.

Y/N stayed at the tank for twelve hours, sitting next to and leaning on it while watching Luke. She needed to make sure he was okay.

"You should get some sleep. He'll be pulled out soon." Han said, putting a hand on Y/N's shoulder. Han and Leia had been in and out with C-3PO and R2-D2, but Y/N had stayed the entire time, only eating a small portion of the food they had brought.

"I'm okay." Y/N said, smiling up at Han and wiping a hand across her face. He grimaced, and Y/N looked up at Luke, wishing he could just be close to her. Watching him float in the tank lifelessly was unsettling, and all she wanted to do was cuddle with him for an entire solstice.

"You need to sleep at some point. Chewy told me you barley slept on the Falcon last night, and it's getting late." Han told her, and Y/N looked back to him

"Exactly. I slept last night so I'm fine." Y/N told him.

"You need to eat and sleep, and then Luke will be out." Han pushed, and Y/N stood up.

"Why do you care? You were going to leave anyway." Y/N crossed her arms, and Han looked almost hurt.

"I was just trying to help you. Don't want you looking like more of a mess than normal when he comes out." Han said, and Y/N punched his shoulder.

"That's for leaving me here." Y/N seethed, and Han rolled his eyes.

"You would have died out there in your state. I was doing you a favor." He explained, and Y/N pushed Han. It wasn't hard, since she was so weak, but it still angered Han.

"Doing me a favor? I was trying to save him and you stopped me."

"You were going crazy, Y/N! You can't blame me for not taking you." He said, and Y/N frowned.

"I also promised Luke I wouldn't put you in danger if he were to go missing." Han said softly, and Y/N looked to her unconscious lover.

"Why?" She whispered, placing a hand on the tank.

"He loved you, ya know."

"Yeah, I do." Y/N let a tear slip out of her eye, and Han wiped it away.

"He'll be okay." He said, bringing Y/N into a side hug.

"I know, but I just want him to be okay now." She mumbled, placing her other hand on the tank, leaning against it.

"Will you rest now?" Han asked, hoping he'd get to her after that talk.

"I'm okay here." Y/N said, and Han sighed, but left to sleep anyway.

~

"Mistress Y/N?" Y/N woke up to 3PO's voice, and she looked around to realize she was still in the room they were keeping Luke in. She sat up, looking up to see Luke still floating in the tank. "They're taking Master Luke out now." 3PO informed her, and she stood to see Han and Leia also in the room. The droid detached from the tank, and Y/N stood with the others to watch Luke be lifted out of the tank. They set him on a bed, then toweled him down. They put new clothes on him and then whisked him away, Y/N in tow. Leia and Han met her on the way, and the three of them followed the bed until a droid stopped them.

"No humans allowed until Commander Skywalker is awake." The droid said, and Y/N scowled.

"I'm his girlfriend." Y/N explained.

"Doesn't matter. Commander Skywalker needs his rest." The droid responded.

"Well how long is that gonna take?" Han stepped up, defending Y/N.

"A least a few hours."

"What? No, I want to see him now." Y/N said, trying to get past the droid. It didn't budge.

"I'm afraid you can't. Please go to your room, and we will have you notified when he wakes."

"No! I'm going to be with him in there." Y/N tried to push the droid away, but he did nothing.

"Move, you big bag of bolts!" She cried, but the droid did not let her through.

"Y/N, it'll probably be good for you to get some sleep." Leia put a hand on her shoulder, but Y/N shrugged it off.

"I don't want sleep, I want to see him!" She yelled, but the droid still stood in her way. "I swear to the Imperial Army I will rip you apart piece by piece if you don't let me through." Y/N threatened, however the droid seemed uninterested.

"We'll get clearance from the General. This isn't the hill you want to die on." Leia said, and Y/N turned to her. She looked at Leia, and then at Han, and suddenly she deflated.

"I just want to be with him. Make sure he's okay." She said, crying for what seemed like the millionth time. Leia wrapped her up in a hug, and she let out a breath against her.

"He'll be okay. He's in good hands. You should get some rest." Leia pulled away and winked, and Y/N just nodded. It appeared that Leia had a plan, and knowing her it was probably a good one.

"We're terribly sorry about that." 3PO said as they walked away, and once they turned the corner, Leia began to talk.

"We're sneaking you in here tonight." She mumbled, and the group continued walking.

"How?" Y/N asked, looking at Leia, but she was looking straight ahead,

"It's cold enough at night that there aren't many alive rebels that work in the medical wing, and droids are charging." Leia explained, still looking ahead as they began walking.

"I'll come get you from your room in two hours." Leia finished as they came up to Y/N's room. She honestly almost forgot she had her own room, spending so much time in Luke's.

"Thank you." Y/N smiled at them both, hugged Leia and then went to her room.

~

She couldn't sleep. She knew Luke was perfectly fine, but not being able to see and feel him made her on edge. She almost fainted at the knock on her door. Y/N opened it way to eagerly, smiling at Leia.

It was cold in the hallways, since it was night now. Y/N shivered as she walked through the empty space, making her way slowly to where Luke was.

"Do you know which room he's in?" Y/N asked, coming up upon the many doors leading to rooms.

"While you were throwing your tantrum, I was watching to see which room they put him in." Leia smirked, opening the door to her right. Y/N smiled, hugged Leia, and then quickly went into the room.

"Oh, Luke." Y/N mumbled, seeing Luke laying on the bed asleep. His hair covered his closed eyes partially, and his skin was still pale, making his injuries seem worse. She pushed herself onto his bed, laying down next to him. "You dumbass." Y/N whispered, clinging to him. His body was warm, and Y/N kissed his cheek, hand going to rest on his chest and leg wrapped around him.

Finally, finally, she fell into a peaceful sleep.

~

"You're not supposed to be here." Y/N woke to the stupid droids voice, and she sat up.

"I'm sorry." Y/N mumbled, moving from Luke. She looked at him, and he was still sleeping. She felt like she hadn't gotten any sleep, and she realized she hadn't been asleep for long.

"I'm going to ask you to leave, Ma'am." The droid said, and Y/N let a little breath out.

"It's fine, Med. You can go to your next patient." A human said at the door, and Y/N smiled slightly.

"Thank you." She said to the man at the door, who nodded and turned the light off.

~

Lips on hers. That's what she finally woke up to.

Chapped, bruised, swollen lips, but they most definitely belonged to the one and only Luke Skywalker.

Y/N opened her eyes, pushing Luke away lightly. She was still in his bed in the medic wing, and when she sat up, she noticed Han, Leia, Chewy, 3PO and R2 were also in the room. Y/N blushed, and Luke brought her closer.

"What happened?" Y/N asked, and Luke shook his head, cuddling closer to her.

"I got taken by a snow monster, and it was really cold." Luke mumbled, and Y/N rolled her eyes, holding him close as well.

"Well, it seems you two get along very well. When did this happen?" Han asked, and Y/N sunk farther into the bed.

"A lot of things happen behind your back, Han." Luke said smugly, and Y/N smiled.

"It's cute that you think this was behind my back."

"I'm glad you're okay." Y/N said, looking up at Luke and pretending Han hadn't just spoke.

"I am too. I heard you went crazy and threw a tantrum without me." Luke smirked, and Y/N hit his chest, beginning to move away. "It's kinda cute." Luke said, pulling Y/N closer to him.

"You're about to die again, Commander Skywalker." Y/N threatened, and Luke rolled his eyes and brought her close up to him.

"I'm so glad you're not already crazy."

[firealder2005]

Whumpuary 2023 Days 1-3. Failed Escape-Concussion-Nightmares

@whumpuary

okay, as a heads-up, I won’t be doing all of the prompts for Whumpuary. I just saw some that I got instant ideas for so I’ll be doing those! But I also have other fics I wanna work on lol

Enjoy!

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His head spun.

Was he spiraling through space? Or had Han been spinning him around until he could hold himself up again?

Chilly smoke wafted before him, and that’s when Luke remembered - Bespin. Han. Leia. Chewie.

Vader.

Luke then felt the familiar weight of his father’s lightsaber in one hand, the other brandishing a soft pipeline towards his black-clothed opponent.

Vader held his own lightsaber before him, head tilted as if reconsidering the young Jedi. Luke set his jaw and yanked the pipeline spewing the carbonite freezing around on Vader, letting the white smog engulf the Dark Lord before tightly gripping his saber and going in for an attack. Vader met his blade with deft precision, and the two exchanged blows.

Luke felt his anger mount as he realized the Sith still only had one hand on his red blade, and seemed to easily bat all of Luke’s advances away like they were nothing more than an irritating fly.

Frustrated, the blonde spun his blue blade and aimed for Vader’s shoulder, preparing to attempt to rain down a flurry of strikes upon the Sith - but Vader caught his saber with his own, and for a moment, the two Force-users were locked in a standoff.

A standoff, Luke uneasily thought, Vader could effortlessly end by strong-arming Luke away.

And yet, the Sith wasn’t doing that.

Luke allowed himself this moment to catch his breath, panting slightly, as he gazed up at Vader through narrowed eyes and his sweat-damp hair. The Dark Lord was once more simply staring at him, like a wolf would a tooka-kit.

And like a wolf, it was too late to notice its pounce.

Vader’s blade suddenly shot upward, sending Luke reeling to regain his balance. But a slash of red imprinted itself into his eyes, a hard, ringing whack cracked across his head, and Luke was sent stumbling backwards, blinking frantically. He no longer had his saber in hand - must’ve dropped it - and he clutched a hand to his head as it spun, and spun.

Then the room, the carbonite freezer, and Vader were twirling round and round, and Luke deliriously thought The room’s spinning! Before he felt his knees give out and he didn’t even feel himself hit the grated floor at his feet.

But he could feel the bed he was lying on.

Luke fisted his hand.

Yep. Soft, plush pillow beneath his head. Warm, comforting blanket overtop of him.

Yet his head still pounded, sending his thoughts into a tizzy every time he tried to think.

Where was he?

He didn’t recognize the room he was in, with transparisteel windows showing the blue-white streaks of hyperspace…but the black, gray, and white interior decor certainly screamed Imperial .

Luke buried his face into his pillow and screamed.

His nightmare hadn’t been a nightmare after all - it was only the beginning.

And he was trapped within it.

[ameliajessicawilliamspond]

There he was.

Hung on a wall like a damn display.

Luke Skywalker, the ultimate prize.

.

.

Luke had gone out on a mission alone which always worried Din. Sometimes he would run a little late but he always came back in one piece, most of the time without a scratch on him. The more time Din spent around the Jedi, the more real this power, this Force, of the Jedi became.

He wondered how strong Grogu would become...

This mission was supposed to be two days. Maximum. Luke had laughed and said he'd be home by dinner.

That was two weeks ago.

Which was concerning on its own. But then, the wanted posters on Luke began to dissapate. Han hoped it was because they decided to stop trying, but Din knew better. The only reason a bounty would be taken down is if...if the bounty was fulfilled.

Din followed Luke's trail and realized, unfortunately, he was right. The Jedi was taken to Kessal.

"Did they kill him?" Din asked his informant, voice even, being careful not to portray the fear coursing through him.

"No." The woman said, and Din's heart flipped. "Not yet." She continued. Din leaned forward. "The bounty hunter brought the jedi to Moris Asz, a Crime Boss amongst spice traders. He was to deliver the jedi to Mos Gideon. Word is he decided the jedi was too valuable to waste on Gideon's "experiments", too big a prize to dispose of. Word around here is he has the jedi strung up somewhere on display. A testamony to his power."

Din had a hard time believing that. He had seen Luke hurt in ways thst would keep even the strongest being down and still win an entire battle. There was no way some gangster had him somewhere -alive and awake- without already having been destroyed.

Still, the image that invaded his mind terrified him. Luke Skywalker, strung up somewhere like a morose art piece, bleeding, dying, scared---

No. No, he wouldn't dwell on it. He couldn't. Din shoved the invasive thought from his mind.

The informant sent him Moris Asz's location, a palace in the middle of Kessel surrounded by spice mining camps.

Not a problem for a Mandalorian.

Din spotted a grouping of droids. Reprogrammed battle droids from the Clone War, turned into bodyguards.

Din shot his whistling bird, taking down two at once. He hopped the fence, shoving his way past two more, taking one out with his blaster, the other with his fist.

He turned down a hall. Two humanoids, three droids. The droids fired and the Mandalorian ducked behind a wall, thumping his arm against it. The gaurds called to the droids to stop firing and ran forward, hoping to find an injured intruder. Din leapt up, grabbing one bodyguard by the neck and turning him around, using him as human shield. The other gaurd hesitated, swearing under his breath. Din used the hesitation to shove the meat shield at the other gaurd, knocking them both into the wall.

Turning his attention to the droids, Din pulled out the Beskaar staff, knocking the blasters from their slow metal hands, then piercing through their circuitry.

Behind him, Din heard shuffling. Din stood stock still as the shuffling became a full run. The gaurds behind him had woken up. Din settled into his stance, still facing away from them.

Closer.

Closer.

Now.

Din swung, managing to brain one, and in one quick motion, pierce the other's heart. They both fell, dead.

Spinning on his heels, he saw the door they had been outside of. Two giant, carved wooden doors that seemed to lead to some grand hall.

That would be a good display room, Din thiught grimly.

Din shoved the doors open and sure enough, there he was, Jedi Knight Luke Skywalker, hanging on the back wall, two lights pointing to illumate him, frozen in Carbonite.

Luke indeed looked like a morose painting. His head was raised, mouth slightly ajar. His left hand outstretched, as if he was about to use his power, -or ask whoever was doing this to stop- his eyes, though grey and flat thanks to the carbonite, were blown wide open.

"Kriff." Din swore. Luke would most definitely be dealing with carbonite induced blindness and would be coughing up carbonite for at least a week thanks to whoever did this to him without preparing him correctly.

Din stepped forward, testing for any trip wires. Tentatively, he reached out to touch the carbonite, just to see if there was any trap. But his hand touched Luke's outstretched fingers and...

oh...

He was so still, so cold, like a statue. The little control Din had over himself, his determination to make sure he saw this as just another mission to spare his sanity shattered like glass.

"Oh, Luke..." Din slid his hand fully into Luke's unmoving one. His other hand touched Luke's face, tracing his jaw as he studied the unmoving jedi. This close Din could see it; the terror Luke was frozen in. "What did they do to you?"

He pulled himself from his thoughts, knowing time was certainly of the essence now that he had wasted valuable time. Din dashed around to the side of the box and typed in the release code. Luke began to glow red as the Carbonite melted away. Din looked around again, waiting for the sound of approaching gaurds. Why hadn't anyone else shown up yet?

Luke fell from the device like a pile of bricks. Din rushed forward, catching him just in time, but the jedi shoved him away. Confused, the Mandalorian tried to grab him again but Luke pitched forward, shoving him again before vomiting up grey and Din recognized it as the Carbonite that had entered his mouth coming back up with a vengeance.

Luke trembled above the pile of grey bile below him. He pushed himself back on his knees, his arms wrapping around himself as he desperately tried to look around the room with no success. "I can't see...Why...why can't I see?" Luke begged the air.

Din reached out tentatively. "Luke--"

Luke shot himself backwards at the touch with a rasped "no" and Din pulled his hand away like he had been burned. "Who are you?" Luke asked through chattering teeth. "What happened to me?" He asked.

"You were frozen in Carbonite." Din answered honestly.

Luke's demeanor shattered. Whatever he had left of that jedi mask crumbled before the Mandalorian's eyes. "No, no no no no, I'm not...I can't be...He...He won. He got me. It's over I-I'm gunna be forced to Turn or He's going to kill me. I can't turn to the Dark Side! Please no--no, Vader please-!" Luke panicked, curling into himself.

Din didn't know how to respond, he had no idea what Luke was talking about, trapped in some memory from his past. Brain fog and jumbled memories, another side effect of Carbonite Sickness. He knew he had to calm the jedi down fast before someone heard them. "Luke, Luke listen to me. The war is over, Vader is gone. I'm Din Djarin, I'm here to rescue you."

Luke's head shot up, turning to his general direction. "Din..." He whispered, trying to make sense of his jumbled mind. "Why can't I feel you?" He asked, and Din's heart skipped.

The Beskar made him a nearly blank space in the Force. Luke couldn't sense him. Din removed his glove, grabbing Luke's hand, causing the jedi to gasp, his trembling grip tightening around Din's hand like a lifeline.

"I'm so cold..." He whimpered, curling further into himself. Din was reminded of the story Luke had told him about his time on Hoth and how much he hated the cold. With one hand he pulled off his cloak and wrapped it around the jedi. Luke pulled the matierial tight around him.

"Come on." Din said, as gently as he could. They couldn't wait here any longer, it had been too long since someone had come to find them and that was concerning. Surely someone should have come for them by now...

Din pulled Luke to his feet, never letting go of his hand. "Can you walk?" Luke shuffled from one foot to the other, testing it himself before stiffly nodding. Din squeezed his hand. "Good. Come on."

They got down two halls without a soul in sight. Din was beginning to hope that the universe had finally given him a break.

He should have known better.

Because standing there at the end of the third hallway with a smirk, surrounded by two bounty hunters and a half dozen battle droids, was Moris Asz, arms folded, Luke's lightsaber hanging off his hip. Din yanked Luke behind his back, his free hand hovering over the Dark Saber.

"Oh, little Jedi, that's not where you're supposed to be." the gangster mocked. Luke pushed in closer against Din's back.

"This bounty has already been fulfilled." the Twi'lek bounty hunter mocked.

"He's coming with me." Din responed blankly.

"No, he's really not." Moris Asz said.

The jedi let out a yelp and Din felt Luke's hand ripped from his own. Din spun, Dark Saber ignited. Luke was being held, one hand curled tightly in his golden hair, the other arm wrapped around his throat, by another bounty hunter, the cloak a discarded heap on the ground beneath his feet. Din cursed himself for not hearing the Rodian approach.

"Well well, the Mand'alor himself come to rescue his precious little jedi. My my, how the mighty Mandalorians have fallen." The gangster mocked. Din spun, saber aimed at the gangster's throat, but he simply waved him off. "Don't bother with the pagentries, Mand'alor. Every gun in this room is trained on his little blond head. You so much as flinch, and he's gone. You wouldn't want that, would you, your Majesty?"

Din turned back to Luke, who was struggling against the arms holding him. Din had no idea what to do, how he would save the jedi.

Luke's sightless eyes found Din's helmet and something in them flashed.

Oh.

Oh....

Din shut the Dark Saber off and put his hands in the air.

"Good boy. " the Human bounty hunter next to Moris mocked.

"Kick that over here." the gangster said and Din obliged, kicking the Dark Saber over to him. Moris Asz picked it up to examine it before turning his attention back to Din. "Kneel."

Din hesitated, and the Rodian's grip tightened in Luke's hair, pulling an involuntary whine from the shivering jedi and Din dropped to his knees.

Luke is handed off to the Human bounty hunter and forced to kneel next to Moris Asz as well.

"You are going back on my wall, little jedi. You're too pretty a decoration. Although," he said as he grabbed Luke by the jaw and forced his head up, tilting the jedi's face from one side to the other. "You look real pretty like this too." Luke's eyes wandered, failing to find the man's eyes. Moris Asz released Luke's jaw, the jedi's head falling to his chest, exhausted. "This is the mighty jedi everyone was so scared of?" He waved his hand in front of Luke's face with no response. "Blind as a bat. Pathetic."

Din laughed.

Every head turned to him.

Din looked up, waving his hand in a dismissive way. "Sorry, sorry, continue."

Everyone in the room looked around at each other.

Moris Asz crossed his arms, seemingly growing bigger with rage. "What's so funny?" He demanded.

"Sorry, it's just...you really don't know who you captured, do you?" Din asked.

The gangster looked around the room, bouncing on his heels. No one seemed to know what the Mandalorian was talking about. "What do you mean?" Moris Asz asked.

Din shrugged. "It's just that...sorry, you really don't know?"

The gangster huffed in frustration.

"Spit it out!" The Rodian demanded.

"Jedi don't need their eyes to see."

The room barely had time to process what the Mandalorian had meant before Luke's hand was shooting forward, pulling the lightsaber off the gangster's belt with the Force. Without so much as standing or turning around, Luke ignited the blade into the human bounty hunter behind him who was reaching for his blaster. Luke rose, the bounty hunter still choking around the intrusion in his chest. Luke turned, pulling the saber from his chest and he slumped over. Luke turned to face the rest of the room. He tilted his head slightly.

"SHOOT HIM!" Moris Asz screamed.

Every blaster went off at once and not one came even close to touching the Jedi or the Mandalorian. Four bounced off his blade dead center of four of the droids circuit boards. He reached out and crushed another droid with the Force, throwing the discarded machine into another droid, crushing it as well. He sprang from his spot, attacking the Rodian bounty hunter that had moved his blaster from Luke to Din, cutting off the hand holding the weapon first, before stabbing him in the chest. The Twi'lek bounty hunter next to him dropped his weapon, hands in the air. Luke lowered the lightsaber and lifted his hand towards the man. With a little wave, he muttered "sleep." The Twi'lek crumpled to the floor.

Luke made his way back to stand before his captor, holding the lightsaber towards the now trembling gangster on the floor.

"Now- now, listen, I-I-I didn't mean you no harm. Cone on now, you've won, little jedi, you've won. Why don't you just leave? See, I-I've admitted defeat. I may not know much about jedi but I know they don't seek revenge. Now, you can't kill me. Why don't you just walk away?" Luke stayed stock still, unseeing eyes boring a hole into the gangster's head, unreadable. "Come on now, I thought jedi don't hold no grudges?"

A blaster bullet went straight through the gangster's head. Moris Asz fell to the ground, dead.

Din reholstered his blaster. "Yeah, well I do."

Din moved past Luke and yanked the Dark Saber off the dead man's body, placing it back where it belonged. Then he went back and grabbed the discarded cloak. He approached Luke, Din's hand hovering over the one that still held the ignited lightsaber. He pressed gently on the grip with a soft "hey." Luke took a deep breath and shut the laser sword off.

"You will never cease to amaze me." Din said, wrapping the cloak around his shoulders again before fixing the back of Luke's hair that was tangled from where the Rodian had grabbed him. "Are you alright?" Din asked, his hand finding the Jedi's again, anchoring him.

Luke looked up at him, something distant in that blinded stare. "I'm so tired." Luke mumbled, leaning forward into Din's chestplate.

Din wrapped his free arm around Luke's back. "Then let's go home."

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[separatist-apologist]

Hey! In honor or May the Fourth could we get some Han/Leia smut?

Honestly this is just domestic bliss masquerading as smut. IDK why I'm so in my feelings about them.

“Not so fast, princess,” Han called, jogging after the diminutive woman determined to avoid him. Hardly an easy task, given their claustrophobic quarters underground. It certainly didn’t hurt that Han had a good foot over Leia—not that she’d ever let that stop her before. Leia didn’t acknowledge him at all. He knew what he’d find when he caught her, spinning her so fast the white dress she wore swirled about her ankles. Liquid brown eyes peered up at him, betraying her hurt for only a moment. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” she demanded. “Shouldn’t you be robbing someone?”

“Hey,” he complained, putting a finger in her face to silence her. “I’m not robbing, I’m working.” “Same thing,” she scoffed. She tried to turn her back to him but Han caught her again, fingers enclosed around her slim arm.

“Hey! What do you want me to do, huh? I said I was sorry!”

“You almost got Luke killed with your little stunt,” she hissed, a reminder that she could be fiercer than any Jedi he might come across. Certainly more terrifying than Vadar, who Han hoped never to meet again.

“Luke and I were having a little harmless fun,” he reminded her. “It’s not my fault those Ewoks took it all too far. How was I supposed to know they’d string him up like meat?”

Leia scoffed again. “Leave it to you not to take any blame.” She tried to tug from his grip but Han held tight. He’d let her go only when she was kissing him, and even then he might keep her pinned in place. Leia was known for her sharp right hook and he wouldn’t put it past her to catch him upside the jaw in a lusty moment. “What do you want from me?”

“Why don’t you get on your hands and knees and beg for forgiveness? That would be a start,” she snapped. Han’s body tightened at the suggestion. They’d been picking up the pieces of the Empire for months with no reprieve, constantly surrounded by the resistance or Luke or Chewbacca…he hadn’t had a moment alone with her since right after the Death Star.

“Trust me, if I get on my hands and knees, I won’t be begging.”

Her eyes widened. For a woman as capable and terrifying, she sure could be naïve at times.  It did little to calm the lust now circulating in his veins.

“What will you be doing?” she demanded.

“Glad you asked,” he replied, reaching for her torso and hauling her over his shoulder.

“Han! Put me down right this second!”

He ignored her, walking quickly down the concrete bunkers. It was night…or he thought it was, anyway. No one would be up save for a few mouse droids. Even if they were, who would intervene? He bet against anyone helping the flailing woman at his back in favor of walking quickly to his bunk, a closest sized room with a bed hardly capable of holding his own body, let alone the pair of them.

He dropped her to the mattress, closing the door behind them. Her eyes narrowed. Dark, pretty hair fell in soft wisps about her face, making his usual perfect princess seem a little more undone. She knew exactly what he meant now, kneeling to the floor and parting her legs.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, running his hand down her calve.

“You’re supposed to be apologizing,” she reminded him, her voice dropping an octave.

“I’ll only apologize to you,” he retorted, pressing his mouth to the inside of her knee. “Take it or leave it.”

Besides, that incident with the Ewoks happened ages ago. Leia was looking for a reason to be man, still convinced he was going to take off one day. Han had no intention of leaving her—he was tied by a string, the end of which she held in her hand like a leash.

“Kiss me?” she whispered, her voice so soft, so vulnerable. Han often forgot that step in his rush to get to the more interesting places he might put his mouth. He knew asking had cost her and he was all too happy to remind her that he was still her ever obedient pet. If she said jump, Han only wanted to know how high.

His mouth found hers in the dark like two magnet made for nothing but touching. She was sweet, tasted of something sugary he’d never been able to place. It was so close to a jogan fruit pie and yet brighter, lovelier. He’d never be over the taste of her until the day he died.

Leia was perfection when she was fighting him. He’d never loved anything more than he loved her fiery defiance. She was so alive and Han would have died defending her right to yell at whoever she chose. But Leia like this was only for him. No one else got to see her take down those walls, got to feel the soft slide of her tongue in their mouth. She became a submissive creature here, eager for every clumsy touch of his hand.

He wasn’t used to wanting to please a woman the way he wanted to please her. Pleasure had always been for him first, and if the woman found any after well…that was merely a testament to his skills instead of any conscious effort. Han was aware Leia could have anyone.

Why not him?

He tried to slide back down her body but Leia caught him by the wrist. “What if it was me on my hands and knees?” she whispered softly.

“What do you want in exchange?” he asked, too aware of the price that came with this concession. He was so painfully hard from just a kiss he would have agreed to anything or even nothing at all. He suspected she knew it, though she didn’t gloat.

“No more dangerous stunts,” she murmured as she pulled the zipper of her dress off her neck. “You’re too cavalier with your own life.”

“Gotta live a little,” he lied, mouth drying out at the sight of her bared body, half obscured in the dark. He could have turned on a light to really look at her, but Leia was reaching for the button on his pants.

“I’d like to live longer than a few months with you,” she continued, her breath hot against his neck.

“I get it,” he lied with more bravado than he felt. “I’m gorgeous, where will you find another guy like me?”

She didn’t call him out. She merely stared up, her big, dark eyes framed with those thick lashes. Han groaned when her fingertips slid into his pants, tangling a hand in her hair for a messy, inelegant kiss. He liked everything about her. Loved everything about her, even. Han shucked off his vest and his shirt before he pushed her back to the bed. “No kneeling for you tonight,” he whispered, tripping out of his pants. Something on the shelf behind him clattered loudly to the floor, not that Han cared. As long as it wasn’t a loaded blaster pointed at his face, the whole room could come apart.

Han pulled her legs apart, lining himself up. Running a thumb through her cunt, Han couldn’t bit back the loud sigh. “You’re wet.”

“Do you want to write a song about it?” she retorted. He chuckled, slicking the head of his cock up and down her folds until she was practically panting, fingers reaching for his forearms without any luck.

"Han," she pleaded breathily, hips lifting.

“Say please,” he whispered, testing his luck. He was rewarded with the sweetest pair of doe eyes.

“Han, please—” he pushed himself into her before she could finish begging. Truthfully, all he needed was to hear her say his name the way she did, offering him absolution without even realizing what she was doing.

He had to hold himself still for a moment to keep himself from losing all semblance of control. She mewled like a domesticated loth cat. It was going to his head. Han surged forward, bracing is body on palms just beside her head. He killed her before sliding himself partway out of her. She was hot, tighter than a fist. She felt like a second skin, one he spent all his time thinking about when they weren’t together.

“It’s been too long,” he complained, pleased when she nodded, eyes finding his. His pleasure interested her—Leia was always watching everything, filing away his minute reactions for the next time. Han didn’t care if she painted him, so long as she kept rolling her hips in that maddening way.

He had to pull back, spreading her apart until her legs rested on his shoulders. Neither of them would be long for this world. Someday he’d have the time to draw her out, would possess the stamina not to be undone by a pair of pretty eyes. Until then, Han knew all he had to do was press the pad of his thumb against her clit and rub precise circles as he thrust.

“Come on sweetheart,” he whispered, hanging by a mere thread. “You take my cock so well with that pretty cunt of yours. Come for me.”

She whined, the rhythm of her hips faltering. She pulsed around him for a moment before tightening painfully, her hand clapping over her mouth to keep her from waking the whole base. Han was grateful, plummeting over the edge like a rocket. He could hardly breathe, lost in the floating bliss of her body and release.

He collapsed on top of her. “Get off me,” she hissed, poking him hard in the ribs. He adjusted, keeping his chest pressed to her own, face buried in the crook of her neck. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss against the back of her ear.

She carded her fingers through his hair. “Let’s get out of here tomorrow. Take a little bit of time away. Just me and you.” “No work?”

She sighed. It was a promise he knew she couldn’t keep, at least entirely. “No work,” she whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth. It was a lie, they both knew it.

And still, for Han, it was enough.