#hanluke fanfic

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Here I Am, Here We Are

read on AO3

~1k, Luke Skywalker/Han Solo, G-rating, Post-Original Trilogy

Summary: Right before Luke seeks out a new Jedi temple, and to teach others, he must let go of Han. For now.

[senselessviolets]

!! IMPORTANT !!

Hey! :)

My name’s Jen, I’m 21 yrs old, and a queer biPOC writer. I’m a part of a wide array of fandoms (all of which are listed under “keep reading”) but this blog will be centered around HBO’S SUCCESSION, HANNIBAL (NBC), GAME OF THRONES/ASOIAF/HOTD, and MISC. SCI-FI & HORROR. I’m also very much Profiction.

Disclaimer: this blog will occasionally feature elements/discussions of smut, various types of abuse, dub-con, non-con, and other difficult subjects. If you are sensitive to such content---proceed with caution or DNI.

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MASTERLIST

My Asks are currently open for anything. One shot requests, X Reader requests, thoughts on _____, headcanons for ______, and so on.

“Keep Reading” for more info.

Types of fanfic I will write:

- Fluff

- Smut (18+)

- Headcanons (i.e ______ Would Include…)

- Songfic

- Dub-Con

- Non-Con

Types of fanfic I will NOT write:

- Underage

- Alternate Universes (i.e Real World AU, Coffee Shop AU)

[ Succession. ]

CHARACTERS

Roman Roy

Siobhan “Shiv” Roy

Kendall Roy

Tom Wambsgans

Jeryd Mencken

Tabitha Hayes

SHIPS

Romencken

Rometabs

[ Severance. ]

CHARACTERS

Mark Scout

Helly R.

Helena Eagan

Ms. Casey/Gemma

SHIPS

MarkHelly

MarkGemma

[ Hannibal. ]

CHARACTERS

Will Graham

Dr. Hannibal Lecter

Abigail Hobbs

Dr. Alana Bloom

Freddie Lounds

SHIPS

Hannigram

[ Game of Thrones/ASOIAF/HOTD. ]

CHARACTERS

Alicent Hightower

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Daenerys Targaryen

Brienne Of Tarth

Jon Snow

Yara Greyjoy

Sansa Stark

Margaery Tyrell

SHIPS

Rhaenicent

Sansaery

Danyara

[ The Boys/Gen V. ]

CHARACTERS

Hughie Campbell

Homelander

Billy Butcher

Annie January/Starlight

Marie Moreau

Jordan Li

SHIPS

HughieLight

Limoreau

[ The Hunger Games. ]

CHARACTERS

Peeta Mellark

Haymitch Abernathy

Young Coriolanus Snow

Finnick Odair

[ Star Wars. ]

CHARACTERS

Cassian Andor

Luke Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Han Solo

Leia Organa

Ahsoka Tano

Rey

Finn

SHIPS

HanLuke

Obidala

Finnrey

[jessequinnfirstofhername]

The final results are in!

Before celebrating our winner, let’s take a moment to acknowledge and appreciate all of the other fabulous ships that have featured in this poll.

Firstly, a round of applause for all of the ‘write-in vote’ ships from Round One that didn’t quite make it:

Sabedala, Velcinta, Merrical, Gingerpilot, Wolfwren, Skybridger, LandoLuke, MaraLuke, HanLuke, ObiMaul, and of course, Peedy.

…and a further round of applause not just for all of our runner-up ships, but for their passionate fans who worked so hard to keep them afloat for as long as possible:

Anisoka, Anidala, Reylo, Kylux, Kalluzeb, DinLuke, HanLeia, Kanera, and Finnpoe.

Without any further ado, it’s time for some medals.

In third place, we have Rebelcaptain! 🥉

In second place, we have Codywan! 🥈

…and finally. After eleven rounds, a mountain of Discourse, in-fighting, reflection, and a small novella’s worth of tags, we have our winner.

The Best Star Wars Ship Of All Time.

This is it, the definite answer. No further discussion. This is the one.

Our winner is… OBIKIN! 🥇

…they knew each other better than brothers, more intimately than lovers; they were the complementary halves of a single warrior...

Congratulations boys! Also, a huge shout-out and congratulations to all of the passionate Obikin shippers who propelled them to victory.

This poll was so much fun! Thank-you to everyone who participated. I have plenty more poll ideas coming, so stay tuned.

Also, please check out my Best Star Wars Femslash Ship Poll, and my Best Lightsaber Poll. Feel free to peruse my fanfics too.

-Jesse xx

The Only Important Rule To Remember:

When there are only two ships remaining, they will face off against one another in a week-long poll to determine the victor.

Sadly, we must bid goodbye to Rebelcaptain. Allow me to salute all of the wonderful, dedicated Rebelcaptain fans who fought so valiantly for them. You got them into the final three! 🫡

…and then there were two.

This. Is. It.

It’s the battle of the Obi-Wan ships.

Will the winner be Obikin?

Or will it be Codywan?

Cast your votes for the last time to decide, once and for all... what is the best Star Wars ship of all time?

...oh, but remember, this is all just for fun! So don't take it too seriously ;)

Happy voting, and may the best ship win!

[skysolorights]

See The Stars

word count: 2.2k

summary:  There was a moment of silence, and he could hear Luke take a few shaky breaths. 

“Han?”

“Yeah, Kid?”

“I think I’m falling asleep.”

warnings: mentions of violence, swearing, it gets really sad (oops), didn’t really beta read this so uhhh it could be very bad who knows

read it on ao3 instead

“Hey, Han? You got a moment?”

“Yeah, what’s up kid?” Han asked, smiling as Luke blushed at the nickname.

“I just wanted to see you,” the younger man responded, entering the room fully and flopping onto the bed in the corner of the room. Han got up to sit next to him, a warm feeling flooding his chest as Luke leaned his head down onto his shoulder.

“So,” Han said, looking down at him. “What do you have lined up today?”

Luke furrowed his brows momentarily.

“Not much,” he responded quietly, picking his head up from Han’s shoulder, not quite meeting his eyes. “Just-” he paused, clearing his throat. “-just a supply run. I’ll be gone for a little bit, but I’ll be back. I promise.”

“Alright. I’ve got a few things to do in comms this afternoon, but after that, I’m free--would you want to, I don’t know...take some speeders out to the forest? There’s a full moon tonight, so it won’t be too dark.” Because that totally isn’t a date, Han scolded himself silently. Luke smiled softly, breathing in slowly.

“Yeah...yeah, I’d like that,” he said, finally locking eyes with the smuggler. “Han…”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t...Just…” he paused momentarily, inhaling slowly. “Take it easy, okay?”

“Okay, kid,” Han laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. “You’re acting weird, is everything alright?”

“Yeah.” The Jedi smiled, tracing his eyes over the bend of Han’s nose, the way his eyelashes curled upwards, the gentle shape of his browbone, and how it blended with the soft lids of his eyes. Memorizing every little curve and crevice. “Everything’s okay.”

The two of them stayed like that for a while, just taking each other in. Luke smiled, pressing his lips tightly together. If Han knew better, he’d say he was trying not to cry.

“I should probably get going,” the younger man said quietly. “I’ve got a couple others waiting for me, wouldn’t want to hold them up.”

“Okay,” Han said, smiling. “Be careful, okay?’

Suddenly, the pilot was hugging him, his arms wrapped around his torso, so tight it was as if he’d never let go.

“...Kid?” He whispered, but Luke shook his head vigorously. Han slowly embraced him in return, resting his chin atop the younger man’s head. He could feel Luke’s hands shaking, and concern clouded his mind. “Hey,” he said firmly, leaning back and gently taking the Jedit by the shoulders. “Whatever’s going on, you can tell me when you get back. It’ll be alright. I swear."

Luke nodded, smiling. “Right.”

“Sounds good,” Han said, grinning. He clapped the pilot on the shoulder, standing up and walking to the door with him. Luke turned to go but glanced back at him one more time.    

“Don’t do anything stupid while I’m out.”

“You know that I will,” Han smirked, and Luke laughed, nodding.

“Yeah, I do…” he glanced down at the floor, smiling slightly. “Bye, Han.”

“Bye, Kid. See you tonight.”

Luke just smiled, taking Han’s hand briefly before dropping it and retreating down the hallway.

The smuggler glanced down. He could still feel the warmth of Luke’s palm in his. He felt his face flush red and cleared his throat before sitting back down at his desk and fiddling with an old hologram projector to pass the time until his next meeting.

***

Han glanced up from his datapad as the comm unit on his desk buzzed. Flipping it over to reveal the screen, he read the message displayed on its surface.

Communications. Now. Emergency.

It was from one of the technicians he had talked to earlier, Jen. He plucked his jacket off the back of his chair and made his way down the crowded halls to Communications, narrowly dodging a frantic nurse dashing towards medbay. He entered the room and his heart halted in its tracks as he saw Leia and several others clustered around a display.

“What…”

“Han,” Leia murmured, steering him away from the group momentarily. “There’s been...an incident.” He clenched his jaw. “He didn’t tell me,” she continued, closing her eyes momentarily. “That he wasn’t just going on a supply run.”

“ No,” Han said quietly.

“He went to Corellia to look into a lead about a missing pilot,” she sighed, and the smuggler’s hands shook. “There was…a run-in with some stormtroopers.”

“ No,” Han repeated, more a plea than anything else.  

“We’ve...we’ve got him on the line, but something’s wrong--he’s not talking much, just-” Han pushed her aside, striding quickly over to the console and snatching a headset off the table. “Han-”

“Kid, can you hear me?”

Silence.

Han’s throat started to constrict.

“Kid, please,” he said, voice straining.

“Hey, Han,” came the muffled response. His voice. Luke’s voice.

“Kid,” Han breathed, relief budding in his chest. “Are you okay?”

“It’s cold here,” Luke responded. Han could hear the quiver in his voice.

“What do you mean it’s cold, it’s the middle of summer th-” Han could see Leia’s head snap up in his peripheral vision, and nearly dropped the headset, thinking back to the brief medical training he’d had when he was younger.

One of the most prevalent symptoms of blood loss is an absence of heat in the extremities.

“Luke, have you been--have you been hit?"

“I think so...it hurts, Han, they had these weird slugthrowers, and I-” he trails off, and Han can hear a clatter as Luke drops the comm unit.

Nonononononono-

“Luke, can you hear me?”

Nothing.

“Kid, please-”

“Han, have you ever noticed how many stars we can see at base? There aren’t many here. I can’t see them.”

“It’s because of the city lights,” the smuggler replied, voice shaking. “Too much light pollution.”

“Oh.” a pause, and then, “I wish I could see the stars right now.”

“You and I can look at them when you get home, okay?”

“Han, I don’t-”

“And the moon,” he continued adamantly, gripping the edge of the table like a lifeline. “It’s full tonight, we...it’ll be so bright. You always liked the full moon.”

“Yeah,” Luke said weakly. “Han, I’m so tired…”

“Luke, please, you can’t go to sleep, don’t-”  Han shut his eyes tightly, a tear sliding down the bridge of his nose. “Kid, can you do me a favor?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Can you find the moon?”

“It’s to my right,” Luke answered, groaning quietly.

“Ok. You can see it?”

“Yeah…” the younger man said. Han could hear the pain in his voice. Swallowing thickly, he peered through a small nearby window at the round, silvery planetoid casting a pale light on the tops of the trees surrounding the base.                              

“I’m looking at it too,” he said gently, knowing it wasn’t the same moon, but that didn’t matter right now. “We’re looking at it together.” Luke laughed softly, but it quickly dissolved into a quiet whimper.

“I feel...dizzy.”

“Can you take some deep breaths for me?” the older man asked, a few more tears slipping down his cheeks. He listened as Luke struggled to inhale, drawing several shallow breaths that were no doubt painful.

“...Han?”

“I’m here.”

“That’s good….” Luke sighed, and Han could hear him shift and moan in pain again. His heart seized at the sound. Luke was hurt. And alone, somewhere on Corellia. And there was nothing he could do about it.  “You--I...can you keep talking? It’s better when I can hear your voice.”

Taking a deep breath, Han pushed a shaking hand through his hair, wracking his brain for something, anything to say.

“I was thinking about the day we were on Naboo earlier this morning,” he started softly. “You-” He let out a shaky laugh. “-you had never seen so much green. You started running around in that field, and I--I had never seen you so happy. Gods, Kid, you took off sprinting towards that forest…” Han smiled tearfully, his heart warming as he recalled the memory. He closed his eyes as Luke let out a breathy laugh. “I think that’s when I knew that you weren’t--you weren’t like anyone I’d ever met.”

“Han…”

“You just ran and ran and ran, trying to see as much of it as possible. You got mud all over your clothes, and Leia had a fit when we got back, but it was worth it.” he paused, more tears slipping down his cheeks. “It was so worth it.”

“Han,” Luke stammered, his voice tight. “I need to tell you, I-”

“Don’t,” Han interrupted, shutting his eyes tightly. “Just...just tell me when you get back, okay?”

“...Okay.”

“Do you remember that afternoon when we first met? You were so worried about the Falcon,” Han continued, laughing quietly. “You called it junk, but you--you trusted me. To get you off that planet. For some reason. I’ll never know why, but...you trusted me. Thank you for that.”

“You and your stupid vest…” Luke muttered, drawing a small chuckle from Han’s lips.

“You know you like it,” Han joked, smearing tears across his face with his sleeve.

“Yeah, I do….” there was a moment of silence, and he could hear Luke take a few shaky breaths. “Han?”

“Yeah, Kid?”

“I think I’m falling asleep.”

Han’s heart seized in his chest. No, he thought, starting to panic. Not now. Not yet. Please, not yet.

Not like this.

“Kid, I’m gonna need you to stay with me, okay? Stay with me.” Please.

“It’s so dark here, and it’s cold…Han, I’m...I’m scared, I don’t-”

“It’ll be alright,” Han said gently, wishing he could be there, to hold Luke’s hand, hug him, anything. “Everything’s going to be ok. You’re ok...you’re ok.”

Maybe if he said it enough it would be true.

“Oh, look,” Luke murmured. “I can see the stars.”

There was a clatter of the comm unit being dropped, and then silence.

“KID!” Han yelled, frantic. “No, Luke, please, don’t do this…” he slumped against the wall, leaning on it for support. “Stay with me, please…”

Nothing.

He knew , he thought as he stared at the ground through teary eyes. He knew he might not come back. That’s why he came to see me this morning. He knew.

He stood there, trembling, feeling the weight of Leia’s teary eyes on his shoulders.

Stumbling, he dashed out of the room and into the hangar, brushing past friendly waves and casual greetings from pilots and the like.

Han made his way to the Falcon, tripping up the hallway to Luke’s room and freezing in the doorway. Slowly, he entered the space, gently sitting down on the bed, clutching the blanket to his chest. He breathed in slowly and let the scent of it wash over him; engine fuel and lavender and the faintest hint of leather. From stealing my jackets all the godsdamned time, Han thought. He sat like that for a while, just breathing, tears making tracks down his cheeks as they fell onto the mattress below him. He could hear people looking for him. He didn’t care.

He glanced up at the small bookshelf above Luke’s bed and smiled as he reached out and carefully plucked a small necklace off the surface. It was a simple silver chain, with two circular pendants dangling from it. Twin suns, for Tattooine. Luke’s home. Although he knew that planet never really was home for him. A cage, really. Home was where you belonged, and Luke...Luke didn’t belong on Tattooine, living on a godsdamned moisture farm. He belonged here. On the Falcon. With Han.

Home.  

Slowly, he slipped the necklace over his head and tucked it into his shirt. The metal was cold against his skin, and Han couldn’t help but think about what Luke had said

It’s so dark here.

It’s cold.

I’m scared.

He hadn’t been there. He should have been there. Luke had been alone, and scared, and on an unfamiliar planet. And it was all Han’s fault. He should have noticed that Luke was acting weird, should have made him admit what he was going to do, shouldhaveshouldhaveshouldhave-

“I’m so sorry, Kid,” Han whispered. “I’m so sorry.” he felt a pang in his chest at knowing Luke would have scolded him for apologizing, would have told him it was okay, would have said that there was nothing he could have done. He exhaled shakily, relinquishing his grip on the necklace and falling backward, resting his head on Luke’s pillow.

Taking a deep breath in, Han stared up at the ceiling, letting his tears spill from his eyes and onto the pillowcase. He felt a warm presence at his side, and glanced down, but found nothing but crumpled blankets. He had never been one to believe in the force, and Luke knew that. But he couldn’t push away a feeling of not being completely alone. So, he spoke to whatever was there.

“Kid...I don’t--I don’t know what to do. Stars, I’m so mad at you, why-” he bit back tears, clenching his jaw. “-why didn’t you tell me?” the last part was strained, nearly silent as the smuggler’s throat grew tight with emotion. “And I know that’s not fair of me, you always have your reasons, that’s for sure, but...I would have gone with you, you know. Even to the end.”

Something that could have been a kiss brushed against his forehead.

“Especially to the end.”

That night I put my youth in a casket

And buried it inside of me

That night I saw through all the magic

Now I'm a witness to the death of a hero

[theoldgvard]

fanfiction tells you a lot about the fandom, specifically what the fans want and didn’t really get or at least not in the way they’d like

- marvel fans want domestic shit

- xmen fans want angst that doesnt end with a cherik divorce

- good omens fans want a confession

- jane eyre fans want jane and rochester to fuck

- harry potter fans want franchise length marauder content

- attack on titan fans want levi being vulnerable

- sherlock fans want soft johnlock moments

- star wars fans idk about you since my experience is just this one hanluke fic where han was just trying to find a way to tell him and i dont even ship them but it was cute

(edit: just to clarify this is a generalisation, i know there are lots of fans who might not want these things but theyre what, in my experience, most of the fanfics are about, whatever you want from your media is within reason completely valid !!)

[astromech1138]

I haven’t posted anything in a minute, so here’s a new fic & a compilation of my Skysolo fics:

Supply Run (Teen+, 5k words): Leia sends Han and Luke out for supplies. They mess up the pickup. Hijinks ensue. [Fluff, friends to lovers]

The Next Mission (Teen+, 8k words): It is five years after the battle of Endor. Luke and Han are frequently separated, assigned to different missions for the New Republic, which will not acknowledge their relationship. When Luke agrees to a diplomatic assignment, Han joins him for their first mission together since Endor. [Angst, action/adventure]

Curved Orbits series (Teen/Mature, 10k words, 2 parts) : Han Solo falls in love and lives to regret it. [Angst, missing scene, Force bond]

Unfixed Stars (Mature, 17.5k words, 3 chapters): After the fall of the Empire, Luke and Han must negotiate their relationship with each other, Leia, and the New Republic. As new threats from the fractured Empire emerge, Han and Luke face off against old and new enemies. But what they don’t realize is that their greatest threat comes from within the New Republic. [Hurt/comfort, action/adventure, angst]

Laundry Service (Teen, 1.7k words): Leia can’t believe Luke and Han aren’t together, and after finding out Han is planning a thoughtful gesture for Luke, she decides a little gentle meddling is needed to make sure they hook up. [Fluff, getting together, missing scene]

Ends and Beginnings series (Mature, 14k words, 2 parts): On a routine mission for the Alliance, Han and Luke face a bounty hunter and discover a new dimension of their relationship. But when they return to the Alliance’s new base, their secret threatens to destroy their closest friendships. [Hurt/comfort, missing scene, friends to lovers]

[milfhimbo]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Original Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Luke Skywalker/Han Solo Characters: Han Solo, Luke Skywalker Additional Tags: Planet Hoth is Cold (Star Wars), Hand Jobs, Sex in the Millenium Falcon (Star Wars), Getting Together, overuse of the nickname 'kid', Post-Star Wars: A New Hope, Pre-Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back, The Force Summary:

“Kid, I can’t leave the heat on much longer,” Han said, exasperated at the situation and Luke’s angry aura. “We’re not supposed to waste power and Chewie won’t be able to sleep if the Falcon’s this warm.”

Luke didn’t respond. The only sign that he heard Han was his worsening scowl and slouching further into his mountain of blankets.

[jakowic]

upcoming projects:

A Litany of Unsound Desires Ch 2

- skysolo fic

- white collar au

- summary: Han’s jacket smells like sandalwood soap and lemongrass, reminds Luke of the summers he spent out on Uncle Obi-wan’s ranch, standing on the veranda, watching the rain pour and pour and pour.

Harbringer: Here Comes the Faith

- jaydick fic

- treasure planet au (ish?)

- summary (subject to change): Jason travels from one end of Ruined America to the other, searching for the only people he's ever loved. Instead, he finds a pirate ship and the strangest turtle he’s ever met.

Midseason (a prequel to this fic)

- drarry fic

- summary: It’s Draco Malfoy’s version of Tantalus’s punishment. Happiness dangles right in front of his face only to be snatched away at the last moment, and all that’s left before him is broken glass and Harry Potter’s concerned face.

expect these within the next two months!

[the-magic-lava-lamp]

Warm Months - ‘Heart Of Gold’

Summary: (I decided to re-write an old story of mine called ‘Warm Months’! It’s a little bit different but the concept is pretty much the same! ) *And for the sake of this story, Anakin was 19 when the twins were born & Padme was 23. Plus, I’ve made Padme & Obi-Wan the same age*

[ 1976 ] Han Solo is stuck in an uneventful time in his life that he likes to call the 'working at the car wash blues’ era. But starting from a pit-stop on on road-trip where he meets the mysterious Leia and oh so interesting Luke, his life takes a turn. And he wonders if he’ll see them again.

Unbeknownst to Han, Luke and Leia have decided to go out on a quest to find & meet their birth parents or what’s left of them, which amounts to missed buses and long walks. That is until they run back into Han Solo and his pal Chewie. And the greatest road-trip officially begins

Chapter: 2 - Heart Of Gold

Song to go with today’s chapter

Word Count: 3,364

Ships: Eventual Skysolo + Obikin

Leia pushed some of the hair that wasn’t slicked down to her moist skin with sweat behind her ear and sighed. The hotel carpet beneath her cradled her aching feet and she had to admit, it was the most physical pleasure she’d had in a few days. It had been non-stop walking and running to catch buses just a ways out of reach. They’d begun this trip on Saturday and it was now Wednesday night and she was dead tired. Cracking her neck gently, in a way her father Bail had advised her against many times, she sat down on her bed. 

Carrying through the room was the clean smell from the bathroom that Luke had called dibs on upon entry. It brought a fresh spring meadow to her senses that made her instantly envious. She thought of the many times Luke had come over to her home and hogged that bathroom all the same. 

It had been explained to them the same since early childhood days of understanding. Their parents were young and afraid. And tragically, their mother passed away in childbirth. That was something Leia tried not to dwell on. Bail and Breha never hesitated to tell her everything she wanted to know. Padme. That was her birth mother, their birth mother. Beautiful, headstrong, wise beyond her years and so much more. 

The situation they’d ended up with was to be given to relatives and close friends instead of strangers. Her birth father, Anakin, had decided he could not raise them alone. So he did what was best for them. Allowing them to grow up in the best environment possible. He was but nineteen and just lost the love of his life and was without a stable job. As Bail had explained. So Leia went to a close friend of Padme’s and Luke was set with Anakin’s stepbrother Owen & his wife Beru. Each family had wanted children and gladly helped the man when he needed it most. 

As she grew, Leia tried hard not to be bitter. But she realized more and more that it would be unfair for her to hold a part of herself back for the feelings of a man who was not in her life anymore. It was hard. she understood why he did what he did, truly. But because she was a daughter, it hurt. She loved their families dearly but the separation between her and Luke growing up, though minimal, was difficult.

That’s not to say their families didn’t tell them all they needed to know because they did. They were always aware they were siblings and were told stories of their parents. Most children wait to meet their birth parents just as they did. When they were eighteen the curiosity hit. But life got in the way. Jobs, dating, school plans, etc. Nineteen ended up being the chosen age to seek their birth father out.

And not for the first time did she wonder if it was the right thing to do. Not only was it a leap of faith to meet their father. But this would also be their first taste of true freedom outside of Tatooine. The town they grew up in. Where they worked meaningless jobs. Where they fought the fights of children and teenagers. Where they experienced first kisses and missed school buses. A town they loved was in the rear-view mirror for the first time in their lives. There was no guarantee they’d ever live there the same again after this. After all, they were nineteen now. 

Her thoughts were interrupted when Luke burst from the bathroom and hopped onto his own bed. That dopey smile on his face that made Leia scoff yet she returned the grin always. She strolled over to the small bathroom and closed the door. 

Her hair was flowing elegantly down against her skin. She grabbed at it, readying herself to do one of those braids her mother taught her. But as she went to go into the action without a second thought, the first steps seemed to fade from her mind. 

So she pictured the moments Breha had managed to wrangle her to stand still and shown her just how to pull her hair into fun styles. Though only away from home for a few days now, seeing the picture of herself and her mother put her at ease. 

As the hair slipped through her fingers, she thought about just how devastating it was that her birth mother never got to experience those little moments with her. Something dreadfully painful ached in her chest. Her feet moved before she registered an idea. 

Throwing open the bathroom door, she sped over to the hotel room telephone and dialed without even sparing Luke an explanation. 

“Hey mom.” She spoke softly into the phone. “No, nothing’s wrong. Just wanted to um, check in.” 

Luke crawled over to the edge of his bed to mouth a question. 

“Yeah, no. Luke is not causing any trouble.” She giggled and ruffled the boys hair. “Just wanted to say that I love you guys, ok?” She almost sighed at the way she’d brought it up without grace but she truly wanted to express it as soon as she could. Luke sunk back on his legs and smiled before opening his mouth like he’d remembered something. 

Leia nodded, understanding without words. “Luke sends his love...let Owen and Beru know.” She grinned. 

                         ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Breakfast consisted of a paper tray of warm french fries that Leia and Luke consistently passed between them as they walked down the sidewalk. The salt coated their lips and made it increasingly hard not to crave water but they had left their drinks at the store like idiots. And they weren’t about to walk all the way back there. 

Leia would have much preferred their trip to be in a more stable company of a constant car. But they were forced to cycle from bus to walking because her own car had gotten stolen just a few weeks before. Neither of them even had the option of taking their parents cars considering they required them to get to work. It had put a real damper on Leia’s mood. She'd worked long and hard to earn the money for that El Camino. The old man had sold it to her heavily cheap, it was a steal really. Now it really had been stolen. She chuckled miserably at the dumb joke, if she could even call it that. She came up from behind where Luke was standing just ahead of her. He too had stopped. His chin tilted to the sky. 

“There a reason you’ve stopped?” She raised her brow and Luke gave her a side-eye as he continued to look up at the morning sky. 

“There a reason you stopped?” He retorted. Leia hummed and crossed her arms. The sky was a touch of blushed pink special to the early morning. She cradled the fry tray that she’d been so lucky to be stuck with do to Luke’s sudden wonderment. 

People had asked and asked loads of times during school if they had that lame psychic twin connection. They went from laughing it off to messing around with their classmates to fool them into thinking they not only had it but it was a superpower. You’d think they’d have grown out of that but they’d just performed one of their practice stunts on an unsuspecting bowler at the alley a few days ago. She laughed as she thought about it. 

But they actually did have it...to a rational degree of course. Luke’s thoughts were going a mile a minute, she could feel it just the same as if they’d been flowing through her. 

She let it ride for a few seconds, watching the cars zooming past them down the street just ahead. The sun bounced it’s rays down on them, glittering the pavement. 

“Do you think he’ll wanna see us?” Luke piped up, a small murmur in his tone that made Leia looked at him with wide, open eyes. She nodded. 

“I’m sure he’ll be shocked but...” She trailed off, nodding more so to herself. “We are his kids, Luke.” She smiled kindly. Keeping her answer vague on purpose, merely reminding Luke where they stood in this situation. She didn’t want to offer a hope or promise that might just be left unfulfilled. It was important to her that Luke remain level-headed and not blindly hopeful. 

He nodded, recognizing her tone. He hiked the bag on his back further up before he started to slowly stroll again. Leia took to his side and held out the fries which he gladly took from her. 

Luke wasn’t the wide-eyed innocent kid that he used to be...far from it. But Leia sometimes caught herself treating him as such. It was just instinct. Though neither of them was sure who the older twin was. As neither Bail & Breha nor Owen & Beru had thought to ask such a trivial question to Anakin during the emotional period of giving up his children. 

It had been a silly thing she and Luke would pretend to fight about. A fair amount of people assumed it to be her. It bothered her brother a lot more when they were little. He’d always huff and puff and insist that it could just as well be him. Leia would snort and say there is a 50/50 chance without much confidence in her voice. 

Though sometimes Leia got the feeling people could be wrong. And maybe that was just because Luke had always had somewhat of an old soul. His childhood wardrobe had really been that of a small old man it seemed. And his eyes, though wide, were also filled with a wonder she could barely understand. 

“Would you unfurl your brow for like five seconds and have some fun?” Luke whined, reaching out and rubbing the creases on her forehead. She attempted to bat him away as she laughed. And there was his childlike side. Which appeared most often.

“Since when is walking around in this boiling weather only to catch a dirty bus fun, Luke?” She shook her head and bumped his arm. He shrugged.

“It’s adventure.” He smiled, sheepishly. 

“I’ll give it that. It is an adventure.” She chuckled. In all honesty, it was not that bad. But she had never been one for hot weather. She preferred the cool and chilly winds of autumn. However Luke thrived during the summer. He could spend forever outside and remain content with the sweltering heat. Leia was sometimes convinced that he just couldn’t feel it.  

They slowed to shocked a stop just then as their bus whizzed by as if pulling from the curb with extra force. Leia almost felt steam coming from her ears as she tried to suck in her breath to stay calm. Luke sighed from beside her. 

“That sucks.” He pouted momentarily. “Are you sure we had the right-?” 

Leia was already fussing around for the bus schedule in her bag. Once she pulled it out, she darted her eyes around. “It left like ten minutes early.” She glared out into the empty black-top road. 

After about five minutes, Luke spoke again. “You know...” He gave her a cheeky grin. “They say a watched street never boils.” 

His lame joke momentarily distracted her at least enough to roll her eyes away from the dreaded stare. 

“So we’ll find another way. No big deal.” Luke grinned, the picture of naivety sometimes...he was a walking contradiction in the way. Leia frowned and rolled her shoulders back. 

“This sets us back by at least another day.” She sighed, rubbing her face like she was ages older. Sometimes it seemed like all of her mistakes were something that still weighed her down. Which Luke thought was ridiculous. She barely made any anyway. And maybe he was biased, being her brother and all but he doubted it. Leia had wisdom that he could barely understand. 

“So, another day in the town of Corellia ...not bad, huh?” Luke gestured out with his arms and Leia reluctantly just shrugged. She’d tried her best to avoid the obstacles that inevitably showed up on this trip yet here they were. 

Part of her just wanted this trip to be over and done with. It was proving to be a major source of stress. And maybe she felt a little bad for feeling as such. But she pushed her thoughts away to glance over the scenery of the town. 

It was hot but a nice shade of sunny orange. It was buzzing with rushed company and she could hear the sudden harsh sounds of the mechanic’s building just in her view. 

The town was a lot to drink in at once and the flavor was for sure that of a fresh Whiskey Sour. She kept the secret of why she knew what those tasted like to herself. She puckered her lips and allowed for Luke to take a semi-lead. He strolled down the sidewalk and took long glances as if he was an admiring tourist on a vacation. 

They were going to have to find another hotel or check into the same one for just one more night. And she debated that choice in her mind while blowing a strand of brown hair from her eyes. 

“Wanna just mess around for a bit?” Luke asked, sticking his thumb behind him as he turned to face her. He gestured to the down-town area with a curious expression.

“We don’t have very many options, so.” Leia shrugged and finally came to stand at his side. 

                        ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sun’s curious children trailed the streets of Corellia, collecting prime and interesting gadgets from store to store. Leia would have liked to say she was considerably less guilty of this than Luke but she too had gathered a tiny collection of tinker toys.

Both twin fussed with their own mechanical puzzle as they attempted to find something else to do. It was unspoken between them but it was surely a test to see which of them was quicker. 

And in record time, Luke managed to beat Leia by just two or three seconds. He intended to gloat as he might’ve done when they were kids. But he was easily distracted when the sun rays caught beautifully on the metal of his puzzle and reflected a warm orange glow on his tender cheeks. It tingled slightly and he was sure he was edging close to the beginnings of sunburn. Which was odd. He spent so much of his time out in the sun and managed to avoid that nine times out of ten. 

Leia tilted her chin up and hiked her bag further up her back as they passed the front of some small home-y looking diner. She caught Luke’s admiring expression and made a note to come back round to the place around dinner time. However her mental note was interrupted when she slowly passed a lonesome looking bench and got a good kick around her hip. “Ow! Shit.” She whipped her head around and saw the outstretched shoe of some man who was asleep. 

She came closer to take a look only to have a dog jump up from what seemed like nowhere and bark, scaring the absolute shit out of her. She jumped back right into a oblivious Luke and both twins tumbled straight for the concrete underneath them. 

That was until the man shot up and used his shockingly amazing and convenient reflex skills to grab for Leia’s arm.

And it worked. Mostly...

Leia popped right back up so Luke took the fall for the both of them. Leia grinded her teeth together in horror as her brother hit the ground. And the man tightened his grip around her forearm on reflex. 

“Hey Kid!...You ok?” Han’s voice was familiar and Leia only just noticed it was him as she turned to look at him. His voice went from excited to concerned in seconds flat. Leia shook from his grip and pulled her brother up who was pretty bouncy for someone who just fell right onto the sidewalk. 

“I’m good, thanks.” Luke shrugged and grinned at his sister to let her know she didn’t need to worry, not that that would stop her. He then sharply took in all that was Han once again. 

“You two are still in town, huh?” Han played down the excitement that had been found earlier in his tone, Leia noticed. Luke strolled closer to pet the head of the dog that Leia figured was the one he’d excitedly left the bowling alley to meet just some days ago. 

Chewie’s was comfortably warm from the sunny day and Luke slowly threaded his fingers in his long fur. “Your sister seems pretty...prompt. I thought you’d be off early this morning.” Han spoke casually. 

“His sister has a name. It’s Leia. And I’m right here. Thanks.” Leia scoffed and bumped his elbow so it would fall from it’s perched position and send him for a tiny free-fall from lack of balance. It made Luke giggle. 

“That’s a hell of a way to say thanks for saving you from tasting concrete.” Han halfheartedly scowled as he fiddled with his arm. 

“Yeah, my hero. It was just my brother who got a taste of the concrete, huh? You also caused the accident if you remember correctly.” Leia said smartly, tilting her head and smirking. Teasing came easy to her. She’d always used that to advantage over Luke while they were growing up. 

“We missed our bus.” Luke interrupted the mini stand-off, only having paid half-attention to it. He had that simple and carefree grin on his face. It was no wonder all of Han’s attention was right back onto the young man. “Leaving us here for another day.” Luke dipped his chin down like he was being shy before running his tongue across his lips. It almost played off as if it were a move. His moistened lips parted just slightly and the summer afternoon breeze ricocheted throughout his body which just had to make him tilt his chin to the sky. The smooth skin of his neck now exposed to the suggestive heat-

“Anyway, take care of yourself Han.” Luke pulled back sharply and quickly from that slow moment with a refreshing amount of pleasure. It nearly gave the other man whiplash as he was sent reeling. Now...that had never happened to him before. Han coughed out of sheer fear that he’d had his confusion plainly written all over his face. From his side, Chewie barked once more. 

A small gray spider climbed it’s way up the side of the bench as the sun lit up the intricate web. It made Han realize he had two options. 

Continue his time lazily sitting on the bench with Chewie until he found the energy to go back home. Only to keep slipping into an easy sleep until he inevitably took it far too long and woke up with his shoes stolen like last time. 

Or, make the rest of his day interesting by offering to pay for his & these twin travelers lunch. 

He decided to make a gamble of his day and shot up, making sure Chewie was right at his side which he always was. “Long road-trips can really do a number on the wallet. If I treat you two to lunch would you mind watching Chewie here for say ten minutes while I go collect a paycheck?” Han spun it to make it seem like they’d be doing him a favor. 

Leia pursed her lips. She was tempted to take the offer considering they should probably eat something but might want to start saving their money. The twins shared a conflicted look before both nodding. 

“Sure.” Leia held out he hand for the leash but Luke swiped it as Han held it out. It made the other man chuckle before he turned off towards the street and walked off. 

As Luke kneeled to Chewies level and began cooing at the beautiful dog, Leia made a wish on a passing car that they’d be able to make it through this whole trip without anymore obstacles.

[eddiediazofficial]

luke: can i have your snapchat

han: pff how do u know i have snapchat

luke: it’s literally open on your phone right now i see it

han:

@gyroscopefour

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

All Hell Breaks Loose

read on AO3

~1k, Han Solo/Luke Skywalker, No Rating, Modern AU

Summary: “There’s no going back if we do this… you know that?”

[buffshipper8490]

Calling all Han Solo x Luke Skywalker shippers

I'm writing a role-reversal fanfic about what the Star Wars Original Trilogy would be if Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia switched places at birth in ROTS, aka Leia Skywalker and Prince Luke Organa. In it, I'll be shipping Luke w/Han while Leia will be shipped with Biggs Darklighter.

What I need opinions on is whether to make Han a woman or keep him a man. I'm bisexual so I have no problem writing slashfic and I like the pairing, but I also don't want to copy and paste the whole Original Trilogy with just Leia and Luke in different roles. In changing Han into a woman I would be able to really shake up the story dynamics, but I'd possibly have to alter a facet of his character for the ESB portion of the story-- which I don't want to do. I also don't want to give off the impression that I have a problem with writing same sex couples.

I'm willing to go either way if it serves the story best, but would any HanLuke shippers even read a fem!Han x Luke story? Is it a gay-only ship or is it more dependent on characterization and writing? Should I do two versions?

Any opinions would be much appreciated!

[astromech1138]

Fluffy, happy Skysolo fic 😊

Fandom/Pairing: Star Wars OT/Han/Luke

Rating/Warnings: Teen & up

Word Count: 1779

Summary: Leia can’t believe Luke and Han aren’t together, and after finding out Han is planning a thoughtful gesture for Luke, she decides a little gentle meddling is needed to make sure they hook up. Set right after ANH on the Yavin IV base.

[bisexualwolverines]

star wars + timkon

Oooh interesting, i have to preface this with saying i am not the most well versed in star wars, ive seen the original and prequel trilogies only once and only the first movie in the sequel triliogy

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

• Favorite character: Cassian from Rogue One

• Least favourite character: kylo ren, hes just an angsty sad whiteboy who genocided because of daddy issues

• 5 favourite ships (canon or not canon): FinnPoe, HanLeia, HanLuke, CassianJyn, ive seen pencilscratchins MandoLuke that's also cute

• Character I find most attractive: Han or Obi Wan

• Character I would marry: Finn, i would do anything for him

• a random thought: yoda homophobic, luke gay

• An unpopular opinion: ani: a parody should be considered 100% canon, also disney stop milking the fuck out of this franchise

• My canon OTP: HanLeia, i cant think of any more canon couples other than PadmeAnakin

• My non-canon OTP: FinnPoe <3

• Most badass character: leia

• Most epic villian: kyl- jagdjsk kidding can you imagine, but seeing anakin being radicalised by the dark side is actually really interesting

• Pairing I am not a fan of: reylo

• Character I feel like the writers screwed up one way or another: literally everyone in the sequel trilogy, there is many an essay on this app about the racist treatment of Finn, Poe and Rose

• Favourite friendship: anakin and obi wan, love the friends to enemies dynamic

• Character I most identify with: I dont know the characters well enough, maybe luke pre jedification

This one also comes with a preface of i havent read like any YJ comics, I am not really a fan of tim, most of what I know about both of them is mostly from tumblr so i wont have answers for every prompt

002 | Send me a ship and I will tell you:

• When I started shipping them: i guess when joining the dc fandom, its one of the biggest ships in the fandom

• My thoughts: they have a cute dynamic, but if you ship both superbat and timkon thats a little weird.

• What makes me sad about them: the fact that when kon died tim changes his suit to match and also tries to clone him a bunch, pretty iconic

• Things done in fanfic that annoys me: sadboy tim, and general fanonness

• Things I look for in fanfic: i dont really, i dont filter out the tag but i dont really read timkon centric fics

[t7-01]

t7-01’s 100 followers celebration!!!

hi everyone! in the time since i first posted, i’ve reached almost 120 followers, which is, again, wild, and after looking at my survey, the most wanted ideas for this celebration were:

additions to the clone dad jango au

fanfiction prompts (drabbles/oneshots)

star wars meta

so, starting today and going until next friday, i’ll be taking requests in my inbox for anything you want to know about the clone dad jango au, or my thoughts on star wars meta!!! additionally, i’ll be reblogging some oc/fanfic prompts, so that you can send in ones you’re interested in.

again, i really appreciate all my followers and that so many of you are interested in my au!!! i’ll try to fulfill every request i see (so long as they’re within my realm of comfort). below the cut are ships and characters i’m willing to write for!

any of my clone dad jango au ocs

any of the clones

boba fett

din and grogu

leia, luke, han, and lando

ahsoka

ventress

bobadin

dinluke

hanleia

hanluke

codywan

if there’s a character or ship you’re interested in, just ask me and i’ll let you know if i’m willing to write for them! thank you, and i can’t wait to hear from you all!!!

[the-magic-lava-lamp]

Warm Months - ‘Twin Suns’

Summary: (I decided to re-write an old story of mine called 'Warm Months'! It's a little bit different but the concept is pretty much the same! ) *And for the sake of this story, Anakin was 19 when the twins were born & Padme was 23. Plus, I’ve made Padme & Obi-Wan the same age*

[ 1976 ] Han Solo is stuck in an uneventful time in his life that he likes to call the 'working at the car wash blues' era. But starting from a pit-stop on on road-trip where he meets the mysterious Leia and oh so interesting Luke, his life takes a turn. And he wonders if he'll see them again. 

Unbeknownst to Han, Luke and Leia have decided to go out on a quest to find & meet their birth parents or what’s left of them, which amounts to missed buses and long walks. That is until they run back into Han Solo and his pal Chewie. And the greatest road-trip officially begins

Chapter: 1 - Twin Suns

Song to go with today’s chapter

Word Count: 3,207 

Ships: Eventual Skysolo + Obikin 

The sun, as it seemed, had nothing better to do then to glaze it’s vivid gold beams onto the glittering orange paint job of his van. Han adjusted and readjusted himself to avoid the annoying glare of light. But it was no use and he just continued to gradually grow more and more annoyed. He was no stranger to huffing and puffing about minor issues. However the glare dulled once he turned into the small parking lot which consisted of a tiny gas station and a bowling alley adjacent to it. 

Just as he cracked his door open, Chewie decided it was the best time for a round of barking. Han’s eyes rolled high to the dingy ceiling of the van as he opted to pat his little buddy on the head and bounce out of there. He strolled over the pump and took a deep inhale of the strong scent of gas which was, to him, the smell of a good road-trip. That and a fresh coffee. Speaking of...

Han finished filling her up, The Falcon, as he called the damn fine bus. And hit the side gently before deciding the gas spot was no place for great coffee. If anything, the bowling alley was a better bet for a slightly less unsettling cup. Giving a quick peek to Chewie, he trailed off to the double doors striped with red and gold. 

Inside, the sound of smacking bowling pins was much louder than he expected for a Friday morning. Much too crowded, if you asked Han. Though he could see how this might wake a person up, the paint-job itself was like a slap in the face. He scoffed as he came to the long concession counter and tapped his hands to the beat playing in his head rather than the tune over the loud speaker. 

Just to go the extra mile, he took the time to ring the silver bell placed on the clean counter. A young woman came from around the back looking rather annoyed at the showcase of a man. She didn’t even seem to care to hide it. Han smirked. “Y’know, it’s polite to serve with a smile.” He grinned sarcastically at her and she rolled her eyes. 

“Was the bell necessary, sir?” She reasoned her annoyance. He just laughed. 

“Well it’s there, isn’t it? If you hate it so much, why leave it out here?” He jabbed the thing once more and the girl shoved it away. It slid down the glittery red pathway and almost flew right off, if not for the grace of some blonde kid as he zipped by. Han barely caught a look at him before the lady spoke again. 

“What was so important now?” She asked, folding her arms. 

“Hey, Sass is no way to treat your customers.” He playfully wagged his finger at her, he swore he saw a quick little smile from her. But it dissolved just as quickly as it appeared. He coughed and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Can a guy get a cup of coffee around here?” He gestured to the set-up of food and drink behind her and she hummed. 

She moved smoothly and poured him the freshest coffee they had at the moment. Closing the lid, she gestured to the small area to her left where creamer and sugar sat on a little table. “Make it the way your heart desires.” She said with a thin lipped grin and slid the cup right into his hand. “35 cents, please.” She added with her hand held out. It left a shadow over the counter that for some reason is where Han’s eyes drifted to. 

He dug around in his pocket for a lot longer than necessary just to get the girl to continue that look of repressed amusement. A smile could so easily break her expression but she forced it away and he was enjoying that way too much. He started to back away towards that table but miscalculated where he should land his foot and stumbled noticeably. The girl snorted as she pinned a glittery red name-tag onto her uniform. Leia. 

“Good job.” She said simply as she turned in a graceful quickstep. Her hair bouncing behind her as she went off to the far end of the bowling alley. Han scoffed as though the girl hadn’t impressed him. He mumbled to himself all the way to that table, the Styrofoam cup of coffee in his curled hand. 

Dipping the thin yellow straw into his cup, he swirled the minimal cream he’d decided to put in. He was seemingly too busy thinking over the next route he was going to take to notice his elbow knocking over the container of cream. The thick creamy substance trailed quickly to drip all the way down the side of the table. All Han had to offer was a quick. “Oh would you look at that...” In a incredibly annoyed voice. 

“Man, I just cleaned that.” Came a whiny voice a little ways away from where Han stood. 

“Well, looks like you get the chance to do it again.” Han chuckled to himself, chin dipped as the person came towards himself and the creamy mess. Once he was close enough to swipe a rag across the counter, Han trailed his eyes up and followed his outstretched arm. 

It was that blonde guy from earlier except this time Han was able to get a good look at him. He was huffing about as he exaggerated the true level of seriousness in the mess, at least Han thought so but he was the one who caused it. And he tended not to acknowledge the true consequences of his actions. 

The boy lifted Han’s coffee and shoved it into his hand in order to get a more thorough clean. And though he seemed heavily preoccupied, he did not miss the way Han’s eyes rolled. Unlike the other worker he’d encountered, this guy chuckled. 

“You know, we’re not really supposed to sell coffee or any other concession unless you play a round.” He remarked, golden hair hanging a little over his eyes as he leaned forward and nodded towards the bowling lanes.

‘Huh, so Leia was a little nicer than he thought’. “Although it looks like a real good time, kid-” Han sarcastically continued “I got a dog waiting in the car and he’s real impatient.” 

Han did that thing where he tilts his chin down, waggles his brow and squints his eyes. It had a way for making his peers feel slightly inferior yet interested. However, this kid seemed to ignore that usual effect. “A dog?” He asked and Han almost rolled his eyes at the way the man brightened. 

“What? You’ve never seen a dog before?” He mocked and finally took notice of the man’s name-tag, Luke. 

Luke just rolled his eyes and flung the slightly damp rag over his shoulder while he went around the counter, looking for something. And for some odd reason, Han waited with interest. 

He was on the verge of zoning out while his eyes stared out in the vague direction Luke had gone when the sound of crashing pins reminded him just where he was. ‘Who the fuck bowls on a Friday morning?’

“Here.” Luke interrupted Han’s mind and he flinched a little. He ignored the amused smile from the worker and looked down at the water bottle that sat inside a cup. “It’s hot outside, especially for dogs left in cars.” The boy tilted his head and bit into his lip just before he let it form a smirk. 

Han didn’t like the tinge of judgement so he just tore the supplies from Luke’s hands and twisted his face into that odd mixture of anger and embarrassment. “I left the windows open.” 

                                     ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Han was again not quite sure why he ended up leaving the Bowling Alley with Luke a step or two behind him. The sun was making the air uncomfortably moist which irritated him to no end. A bead of sweat trailed it’s way down his forehead but only made it as far as his cheek before he swiped it away with the back of his hand. Luke took the water and cup back from Han and he just let it happen, not noticing until Luke started to pour it. 

“Y’know, Chewie’s not just some dog.” Han shook his head. “Better be careful cause he could bite your hand off if you make him angry-” He turned to give the kid some kind of look but realized he was already a ways ahead of him, petting Chewie’s head softly as the dog slurped the water. Han stared at the dog like he understood him. But he was sure that Chewie could. So he frowned, muttering a “Can always count on you, huh?” to himself. 

Chewie barked in response before licking at Luke’s hands. 

“So, don’t you have a job to get back to?” Han threw the comment over his shoulder as he picked at the paint-job on the van. 

“I can afford a break.” Luke turned smoothly on his heels and for a moment he looked aloof. The sun shined down on his golden hair, most likely heating it up and soon there’d be a dampness of sweat. But the illusion faded as quickly as it came when Chewie decided to lick the side of his face. Luke chuckled with a charm Han figured was especially his own. 

Han coughed into his fist. A desperate attempt to get a move on with these weird little moments. He wanted to get back to driving. And he should probably open up the space he’s been loitering in at the pump. “Well it was nice gettin’ to know ya, kid...” He grinned. “But I gotta get going.” 

Luke nodded and gave Chewie a final stroke before pulling a small piece of paper from the pocket of his obnoxiously shiny uniform. He shoved it into Han’s hand. “Tell your friends.” 

Han glanced skeptically at the thin red slip. A simple advertisement for some sort of lame bowling deal on the next Friday. “Kid, this town was just a pit-stop for me. Do you really expect me to tell my friends and come back to bowl?” He made a face at the simple idea. 

Luke just grinned and shrugged his shoulders. “Never hurts to pursue a possible customer.” He tilted his chin up for a cheeky smile. “Well, it was nice knowing you...” 

“Han”

“Han.” Luke repeated and gave him a sort of salute before taking off back towards the bowling alley.

 Han watched him go. His head titled slowly to the side to better his view before he awkwardly coughed and shuffled back to the Falcon. 

                            ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Please pull forward.” Han gritted his teeth and attempted a polite smile as he waved his hand to the little green car for the millionth time. His little road-trip had taken him all the way through last weekend but it sadly had to come to an end sometime. So he was back to work. Standing in slushy, soapy water and instructing middle aged men & women how to pull into a damn car wash. 

Who in their right mind enjoyed spending their day in the sweltering sun rubbing cars down with a rag. Only to get be a barely rewarding pay and soggy old shoes. 

The sun was teasing him today. It faded in and out of intense heat and made the denim fabric of his work shirt cling uncomfortably to his moist skin. He wiped the back of his hand against his slick forehead and started to mentally count the time he had left of his shift. 

He craved to be back on the road. That’s where he thrived. Just himself, a cup of coffee and Chewie in The Falcon and his life is set. Drop them anywhere in the world and he could make it. 

He’d spent a majority of his last trip just going around buying those cheesy yet useful road-maps. It wasn’t as if he needed them. He knew the states like the back of his hand by now. But for some reason, he just liked to have them. He hoarded them all in the dashboard of the Falcon. Sometimes when he was fresh from a rest-stop and was re-settling himself, he pulled one out just to flip through. 

As the last car he’d washed pulled off, Han indulged in the next moment of peace. He leaned on the brick building and rubbed his temples for a few seconds before switching to pinch the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t care less if his boss, Mr. Tracy, was going to dock his pay for a thirty second break. He’d find a way to make up for it. 

It would have been even longer had it not been the sound of screeching wheels on the street just in front of the building. Han opened one eye to see if it was worth it. 

He found the bus pulling up to the stop and exchanging passengers. Man did he resent the time he’d had to spend riding the bus. He could thank his buddy Lando over & over for making that dumb gamble in a bet that led to him handing the Van over to his very best friend. 

Han was just about to go back to looking out for cars when he spotted what seemed to be a very familiar mop of blonde hair coming out from the bus and into the sunshine of the day. 

Han straightened his back instantly and stared ahead. There he was. That Luke guy and Leia from the bowling alley. He was surprised he remembered them so well...but also not very.  From what he could tell, the boys face was pensive. He was seemingly far too engaged in deep thought to be listening to Leia who was obviously speaking. It was a shame, she seemed real passionate as she spoke. Even Han wanted to know what she was saying.

He rolled his eyes and was about to ignore his curiosities about what they were doing here, which was nearly impossible by itself, when he caught a glimpse of Luke recognizing him. 

Then there seemed to be lots of hushed speaking and pointing from the clear glass bus stop. He was never one to resist acting on his curiosities when was aware he was being talked about. Hell, no one could talk about Han Solo better then Han himself. 

So he strolled over leisurely. Ignoring the annoyed looks from his co-workers. Instead, he remained amused by the way Luke’s eyebrows rose and how he instantly turned around to face the street. Leia rolled her eyes but remained where she was as Han planted himself next to the bus-stop, leaning on the pole. 

“Didn’t mean to interrupt, please go on. You were just talking about me...” Han smirked and gestured for them to go on with his hand. Leia cleared he throat. 

“You’re cockier than I remember. I’m glad our conversation was limited.” She gave him a thin-lipped half smile before sitting down on the bench, dismissing him with amusement. 

“Corellia’s a ways away from Tatooine. What’s got you two in my neck of the woods?” Han asked more so to Luke who was on the other end of the bus-stop area. He had a bit of his tongue poking out from the side of his mouth when he began to grin. 

“A road-trip of sorts.” He shrugged, jean jacket nearly falling off his shoulders. 

“Sure hope you were planning on being back by Friday.” Han smirked and took a second to appreciate the boy’s confusion. His brows furrowed while his sweet face twisted a little. “I believe you invited me to bring some friends bowling to bring you some business.” He explained and Luke was eased. 

The young man laughed. “Like you were even planning on going.” 

Han shrugged with a smirk. 

“And who said I’d be working that day anyway?” Luke teased, shaking his head. “I mean, It’s very flattering that you were going to go all the way back to a bowling alley in Tatooine just to see little ol’ me but-” 

“Hey, you believe what you wanna believe kid.” Han tripped a little on his own words as he rolled his eyes. Luke quieted his sentence and just leaned back on the other pole with a smug expression.  

Leia sighed to herself and straightened her back. Men were so transparent sometimes. She chuckled a bit to herself before looking to Luke. His head was currently blocking the sun from her view, which she greatly appreciated. She was never one for heat. “We got a long trip ahead of us.” She spoke fluently in subtle conversation hints that mostly flew over Luke’s head. He nodded at her with that innocent smile. “So.” She smiled back but enhanced her tone. 

“Oh.” Luke chuckled and looked back to the other man. “It was nice running into you again but it’s about time we split.” 

Han picked up on the way they had some sort of unspoken language. Luke just barely picking up on Leia’s social cues. 

“Oh, are you two dating? Cause road-trips really bring out the worst in couples.” Han was never very good at taking hints or stopping himself from voicing his thoughts. Leia looked physically sick at the question. And Luke was definitely disgusted. 

“Luke is my brother, my twin.” Leia cleared the air and turned to Han, gesturing vaguely behind her to where she hoped Luke was still standing. Han chuckled awkwardly at his mistake. 

“Anyway, it was nice meeting you, Han.” Leia said with sarcasm as she lifted her bag from under the bench and began walking off. Han was about to shrug the interaction off and go back to work when Luke approached him. 

“Maybe we’ll run into each other again before we’re off again tomorrow.” Luke’s grin was toothy this time, his tongue once again gliding out to the side of his mouth. 

“That a promise?” Han smirked, looking as if he was bothered. Luke chuckled, it was a light kind of giggle. 

“Did it sound like one?” He challenged. “Maybe it was a threat.” Luke pursed his lips and if Han knew him a little better he night have busted a rib from laughing so hard. But since he was mostly just assuming this boy’s personality (he figured his assumptions were correct though) he just chuckled. 

The streetlights were beginning to light up the town. The sky would soon be tinted purple and Han’s eyes widened as he remembered he’d got an annoyingly long lecture from Mr. Tracy the last time he forgot to turn on that obnoxious neon sign of theirs. 

“Well, I’ll see ya kid-” Before Han could finish, he realized that Luke had already walked half the way back to his sister, as carefree as ever. But just before he met up with her, he turned. 

The sun bounced rays down that intertwined with the golden mop of hair he sported and he light up with that smile again. “Bye!” He shouted, waving like a madman. 

Han held in his laugh until he’d turned back to face the Car Wash.