Set before the events of Andor, just before the team arrives on Aldhani.
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“I saw you.”
Kleya’s tone was even, hard, and—smug, despite her restraint. Vel clenched her jaw. Kleya had only agreed to meet with her in this obscure Coruscant alleyway to hear how her factfinding mission to Aldhani with Cinta had gone. Of course she would think of some way to show Vel she still held more information.
“Saw me what?” Vel countered, refusing to take the bait.
“You, and Cinta, by the fountain, where you are not supposed to be, unless communicating a message.”
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]
[Prompt list] [rebellion-era, relationship status is kind of up to interpretation here, rate T]
Luke had learned what the different controls on the Falcon's dashboard did a long time ago. Some were consistent with his X-Wing, and others he'd seen Han handle enough times to figure out on his own. Still, Han insisted on over explaining every component of it from the Co-Pilot's seat.
"Han," Luke said, rolling his eyes at another explanation, "I'm a great pilot."
"With an X-Wing, and that's barely a step up from a speeder. You've never flown a freighter like this before, kid." He fiddled with more controls that Luke was sure didn't need to be fiddled with. They barely broken through the atmosphere, and were enjoying a nice sub-light cruise around the planet. Even if Luke had never flown anything before, there wasn't a thing to worry about. That didn't stop Han.
"A lot of the controls are the same," Luke said. "Don't you trust me?" He asked.
Han slipped out of the co-pilots chair and crouched a little next to Luke, draping his arm over his shoulder. Luke thought he might just yank him out of the seat all together.
"Well, sure I trust you," Han said, "I just worry about your level of experience."
Luke huffed. "I have plenty of experience, and you know it. I've been flying since long before we even met. I just think you don't like flying co-pilot."
"I don't have any problems with being co-pilot," Han said, standing up straight, leaving just a hand on Luke's shoulder.
"Oh please, you've done nothing but try to annoy me out of the captain's chair," Luke said.
"That's not --" he started. "Look, I'll fly in any position, I'm versatile."
Luke smiled and leaned forward to adjust some controls. "Sure, Han."
"Just because I have a preference for piloting doesn't mean I can't co-pilot. I'm worried about your piloting skills here. Flying on Tatooine or in an X-Wing is a lot different than out here." Han sat back down in his seat.
Luke picked up the speed, jetting out into open space, taking tight banks and looping the ship for fun, keeping an eye on Han's face (a palpable mix of fear and entertainment).
"Seems the same to me," Luke said. "You could let me pilot more often, just to prove it to you."
"Prove what?" Han asked, his arms crossed in front of him.
"That I'm good at this," Luke gestured out to space, "and maybe even that you like the way I pilot."
Han mumbled something.
"Hey, I'm good at this and you know it!" Luke said, almost yelling at him.
"No one's denying it, kid!" Han yelled back. They were quiet for a moment as Luke brought the ship back to a cruising speed. "Do you like flying her?" Han finally asked.
Luke shrugged. "She's a good ship. Not as impressive as you like to boast." Luke smiled, hoping to show Han that he was (mostly) teasing.
"Your brain is full of blue milk. She's the best ship in the fleet." Han rubbed the dashboard as if the Falcon was his pet.
"Yeah, well, I'm the best pilot," Luke said.
"No," Han said without hesitation. "Best gunner, though," he added, a little quieter than the first part.
Luke smiled. Complements from Han were rare, superlatives even more so. "So, who is the best pilot then?"
Han rolled his head towards Luke, before slowly and affirmatively pointing at himself. It was, of course, the answer Luke expected. "And!" He added quickly, "the best co-pilot."
"I won't tell Chewie you said that."
"You'd better not. I like my arms right where they are," Han laughed. After a second, Han let out a deep breath. "Alright, kid!" He said, leaning forward to power up the sublight thrusters. "Here's your chance to prove you're a better pilot," Luke bounced in his seat with anticipation. "You do a good job, and I might just let you do it again some time."
That was a possibility Luke couldn't and wouldn't pass up. Based on the smile he caught on Han's face as they jetted off into space, Luke knew he'd done a good enough job to impress him.
I couldn’t help but think of this post when I was drawing the first/last piece lol
Also, I didn’t plan to add the necklace until the last minute, but I just really want something screams DINLUKE on him so I took the design I saw in the fic Crash and Burn. A mudhorn inside the Mandalorian iron heart.
“Lando guessed that was where Luke got his humility. His kindness. His gentle faith that people could change for the better. That must have been why he rarely smiled, and almost never made jokes. Because that goodness was all he really had. It was his lifeline. The rope to which he clung, dangling above the abyss.”
Luke Skywalker and the Shadows of Mindor by Matthew Stover
I’ve been working on a longer Dinluke fic that’s a fix-it/hopeful prediction for season 3 of The Mandalorian and I’d be so pleased if you checked it out.
Summary: In the aftermath of Grogu’s departure from his school, Luke is visited by the person he most wants to talk to, and their conversation leads to a series of events that changes the Jedi Order and Mandalore.
Rating: Teen & up
Read it here.
Excerpt from the third chapter:
Luke’s green blade did not pause, whirling around them, guided by the Force. Holding on tight to Grogu, he jumped up, landing on a storage crate, then leapt again, summersaulting off and tucking into a roll that brought them to a defensive position beside a Recon transport.
An AT-ST honed in on them and without hesitating, Luke held out a hand, slamming the full weight of his power into it. Its cockpit crumpled as it crashed down, and Luke stared at it for a moment: he’d never taken down something this big with just the Force before, and his power frightened him. Then renewed shouts signaled a double effort was being organized against the Jedi and Luke quickly cleared his mind.
“Are you ready?” he whispered to Grogu, sparing a moment to look down at the child. Grogu blinked his wide eyes. “I know,” Luke soothed. “It’ll be over soon.”
Luke jumped up suddenly, vaulting over the top of the ‘trooper transport, his lightsaber flashing, and landed hard on the ground. Without pausing, he sprung up and jumped onto the bike, holding Grogu tightly under his arm beneath his cloak. But on the bike, holding Grogu, Luke could no longer wield his lightsaber. Quickly he clipped it back to his belt and flipped the switches with his newly-freed hand to drive the bike into motion.
The entirety of the base was focused on them, and their shots indicated that the Imperials would rather kill them both than have Grogu escape. Luke set his jaw, maneuvering the bike to dodge blasts from the ‘troopers’ blasters as well as the AT-STs and AT-ATs.
With all of the Imperials’ firepower focused on Luke and Grogu, even the Force could not protect them forever. And Luke was reluctant to destroy the stormtroopers as he had the darktroopers—those had been droids, but the stormtroopers were men. Who knew how they had come to wear their armor? Had they been kidnapped and forced to serve? Had they been indoctrinated since youth and knew only this path? Had they willingly enlisted and eagerly served? The reasons why they were in the armor didn’t matter as much as the fact that they were people underneath.
When Luke had destroyed the first Death Star, he had barely thought of the million people who had died with it—during that final run, he hadn’t been thinking of much more than saving his friends and stopping a weapon that had already murdered billions, and in hindsight he recognized those were both good reasons. He would do it again, if he had to. But every battle was not the same, even against the same opponent, and he had had no direct role in destroying the second Death Star. He had come to think differently of violence and victory.
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