Today in: Let’s see if I can break Tumblr with the sheer length of this post
So after asking around last week, I hunkered down and managed to get myself to finish the very last section so that I can post this monstrosity all at once. Yes, it’s ridiculously long, but it does flow better as one continuous part and…at least it ends on a slightly less awful cliffhanger? Slightly.
BUCKLE UP, BISHES, SOMEBODY’S GONNA CRY and that somebody is me *sobs*
“Commander, we can’t in good conscience debrief you in this condition,” Mon Mothma declared softly, her already weary face blanching at the sight of Luke the moment he’d walked in the room.
“Then don’t consider this a debriefing.” The edge of the holotable bit into Luke’s thighs as he leaned against it for support. It was fitting, he thought sadly, that it stood between him and the Alliance leadership, physically separating him from them. The room was even more packed than it had been for the briefing before the battle, non-essential personnel having invited themselves along for the spectacle. No one had the motivation to shut them out. He’d never felt so lonely in a crowd since the party after the medal ceremony on Yavin 4. “I’m here to speak on my father’s behalf.”
Thank you, anon-who-requested-Han-plays-with-Leia’s-hair-while-she-sleeps. Leia gets a headache, and Han comes over to help her feel better.
Complete and total fluff. I love hurt/comfort and this is total, complete self-indulgence. Also, not sure how that conversation at the end happened, but it fit so it stayed. We’re going to say that ‘Forever’ takes place in May of Leia’s junior year, and this takes place in April-ish of that same year.
I wasn’t trying to fit into a thing… it was not like I was like, ‘Right, I’m the Han; I’m the Leia; I’m the Luke.’ I was just like, 'Okay, I’m Rey, just trying to do me, just trying to do this scene, trying to do the right thing,’ and I think that was a huge advantage because I think if not, it would’ve been a very different thing.
actually imagine the rogue one crew being honored in the same way han and luke were at the end of a new hope. imagine a big ceremony with the princess and mon mothma and all the soldiers and they just lay forty medals on the steps, one for each rebel who died and for the strays they picked up on the way
imagine luke being there and seeing the force ghosts of chirrut and jyn as they are laid to rest finally, and he’s there to honor their sacrifice and understand that it wasn’t him who really took down the death star that it was the original rogue one that he is their legacy
han can sense the presence of the force ghosts but doesn’t know what it means. it’s that moment, looking at those medals given to the dead rebels that he really understands this cause is worth dying for
leia knows who these people are and has seen them leave for missions and return only this time they left and didn’t come back and to her the only way to truly honor that sacrifice is to see the last remnants of the empire destroyed which is why she is still fighting the first order in the force awakens
just imagine the rogue one legacy
the squadron named in their honor
old pilots telling the new recruits why there’s no “rogue one” that flies under rogue leader
We all know that Hoth was a simmering mess of hormones and stress and I would pay good money for a soap opera about them. Here are some things which Definitely Happened:
There’s a betting pool going on who takes Luke’s virginity. The favourites are Han and Leia, but Wedge Antilles has pretty good odds, and there’s a small contingent of aliens who are convinced it will be Chewie (after all, who could resist that Wookie musk? Headcanon: most alien races consider humans soft and gross. Most alien races find Wookies absurdly attractive. Han Solo isn’t the ladykiller; Chewie is.)
Leia and Han scream at each other in every corner of the base. Everyone is desperate for them to fuck. They do not. The sexual tension is so thick that it could be cut into blocks and sold as wall insulation. More than once they are ‘accidentally’ locked in a supply cupboard in the vain hope that claustrophobia will act as the catalyst that enables their frustration to spark into true love – or at least nasty raunchy cupboard sex. It does not. All that happens is that the offender has legally changed their name to escape the Wrath of Organa.
Someone paints a shirtless Han Solo on their X Wing. Leia is furious. Han is delighted: both at the highly flattering portrait (he has an eight-pack, he is shredded) and at Leia’s fury (you’re jealous princess/no I am not/you’re jealous, hey I can pose like that for you if you –). Hoth’s winter had nothing on the chilly silence that followed that suggestion.
Luke and Leia both have very graphic dreams about Han Solo. Han Solo has very graphic dreams about the twins – individually, together, he’s thirty fucking years old, why is his brain doing this to him.(Later on they will, individually, realise that due to Luke and Leia’s Force-bond they probably created a circle of Han Solo Sex Dreams: Leia had them, so Luke sensed her lust for Han which intensified his own lust for Han, which led to Luke having Han Solo sex dreams, which led to Leia lusting – and so on, and so on. For the sake of their sanity, they never share this revelation which each other.)
Luke is SO COLD. All the time. WHY DOES NO ONE APPRECIATE HOW COLD HE IS. He comes from a desert world. Of course he’s cold! What is all this white stuff? It was pretty for the first fve seconds but holy fucking Force it is so cold it burns and what the hell is going on with that? He bundles himself up in so many layers that he waddles rather than walks. Fearsome Last of the Jedi indeed.
Luke tapes a knife to a cleaning droid (disc-shaped things that swish around the base, sucking up dirt) and names it Stabby. Why, says Leia. Luke, the boy from Tatooine, shining and happy despite everything says why not. Why not indeed. Stabby is very fond of chasing Han. Han wants desperately to shoot the fucking thing– but then he sees big-eyed Luke and sharp-toothed Leia cooing over it and, well. A little bit of light stabbing is nothing, compared to those two smiling.