#allya verse

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(now your) mess is mine

Leia had not been prepared for the amount of laundry she would do during the war. They were two weeks into their journey to Bespin - a hopefully safe port where they would hopefully meet a friend of Han's who hopefully would help them make repairs to the hyperdrive. They were doing a lot of hoping...and a lot of laundry. Despite their attempts to keep their water usage to a minimum so as not to overload the water recycling unit, they'd discovered they quickly ran out of clean clothes. 

In fact Leia had discovered that her locker emptied surprisingly quickly and she suspected it had something to do with the shape draped in blankets behind her. Allya had recently reached a size that allowed her to wear Leia's clothes quite comfortably, circumstances which led to her currently wearing a long sleeved thermal shirt with Hoth insignia on it. Until two weeks ago she'd been wearing it under her snowsuit. The pile of blankets moved towards her, shifting to reveal Allya herself, grinning. 

"I scared Dad," she announced. "I jumped out of the blankets and yelled and he jumped and went 'fuck- Al!' It was great!"

Leia frowned. "Didn't he tell you to stop saying 'fuck'?"

Allya made an uncoordinated shrugging motion while shoving her blankets into the washer. "I mean I guess, but like you guys still say it. I know you try and save it for when you think I can't hear you..."

"That’s because it’s an adult word, Al. That's why we don't say it around you. It isn’t appropriate." She passed Allya the detergent and waited for her to close the unit before she started the cycle. 

"I'm eight, though. Isn't that adult enough?" Allya finally argued, following Leia as she made to leave the fresher. 

Before Leia could respond she found herself bumping into Han, his hands already grasping her shoulders to steady her. "No, it's not," he directed his response over her shoulder at his daughter. 

Allya stuck her tongue out at him but quickly slid past them and took off out into the corridor. He shook his head but he was grinning as he pressed a kiss to the crown of Leia's head. 

"Is she wearing your shirt?"

"She is. At some point your child has decided to 'borrow' clothes from other people."

"Wonder where she got that idea," he mused, pointedly running his hands down her arms. "It's not like there's someone aboard stealing my clothes that she could observe." 

Leia snuggled deeper into the - stolen - sweatshirt she wore. "You like it."

"I do, Your Worship." He wrapped his arms around her waist, "too much." He kissed her softly.

"Solo," she hissed, pulling back, "your daughter is down the hall." 

He leaned in again, "I know that."

"Dad! Can I have monster nuggets for lunch?" 

Leia broke away from the kiss with a laugh at the shouted interruption, tucking her face against his neck. 

"If you eat them all now you won't have any until we get to Bespin...and it's gonna be a long time!" 

"But I want some!"

"Leia," he murmured. "It's going to be a long couple of weeks, still. Even worse if we run out of eight year old approved foods." 

This time, she kissed him. "It wouldn't be us if it were easy, love."

“What did I do to deserve you, Sweetheart?”

Down the hall, Leia could hear Allya chattering away, interspersed with Chewie’s soft rumbles as he, presumably, helped her to make her lunch. Behind she and Han, the washer continued in it’s cycle and there was a pile of clean laundry on their bunk. There were two and a half weeks left to Bespin. In spite of all this, Leia lingered in his embrace, content to stay as long as he would hold her, all the way to Bespin or even beyond if only he would stay right here, right now. If she hadn’t been prepared for the laundry then she certainly hadn’t been prepared to fall in love, least of all with a smuggler with insatiable wanderlust, a wookie copilot and a spunky daughter. But she had, and not even four and a half weeks trapped aboard the Falcon could change it. 

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A quick disclaimer: I don’t really know what size the average eight year old is but I figure Allya is gonna be really tall like Han, anyway. Therefore, it makes sense that she quickly reaches, and overtakes, Leia’s size. (poor Leia) 

Happy (late) Birthday @fishmalzan! Love you lots and lots my dude!

(title from Vance Joy’s Mess is Mine)

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The night after the Battle of Yavin, Han dreams, of his past and future.

Finally posted this on ao3!

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been dreaming of this since a child

Post war, Allya sees their new apartment for the first time. I realized I hadn’t actually posted very much with Allya actually in it so please enjoy a piece I’ve been hanging on to for a while. Thanks to @jedifish81 for being my fic enabler and reading legit everything I write. Title from Imagine Dragons’ On Top of the World.

"It’s all mine?”

Her dad nodded.

“You’re sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“And we’re gonna live here with mom?”

A nod.

“And Uncle Chewie?”

“When he’s not on Kashyyyk with his own family.”

“And Luke?” Her dad laughed at that. “No, he wanted his own place.”

Curiosity satisfied, Allya stepped farther into the room. Dad had told her she was allowed to pick her room and she had surveyed the bedrooms, excited, but not entirely sure how she should decide. Her room on the Falcon was hers purely by virtue of its existence. She hadn’t chosen it but there wasn’t much to choose. Unless she wanted the bunk over the table, which, quite frankly, she didn’t.

Her dad said she was learning vocabulary from Leia. Which was probably true, her dad had never said ‘quite frankly’ in his whole life.

“We’ll have to get you a bed and stuff. Some drawers of some sort, a desk, maybe - Hey Al, you want your own desk?” She glanced up, realizing too late she had completely zoned out on him. “A desk?”

“Yeah, sure. I mean you can still do stuff at the table or whatever, if you want. But I figure in a few years you’re gonna decide you hate me so you’ll need somewhere to do your homework and your...teen stuff.”

“Teen stuff?”

“You know, that typical teen stuff? Daydreaming about cute - people? Hyperspace calculations? Bomb making?”

“Dad,” she cut in. “I’m not gonna hate you.”

“Can I get that in writing?” he teased.

Allya made a face. “No.” She turned back to look over the room again, then quickly turned back to her dad.

“Would you let me make a bomb in here?” “Not by yourself,” he said quickly.

“Can I get that in writing?”

Grinning, he leaned against the door frame. “Not hardly.”

“Dammit,” she laughed.

He raised his eyebrows at her. “Come on Al, could you at least try on the language?”

“I will when you will,” she challenged.

He rolled his eyes but allowed her the victory. She had him on that one.

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don’t wanna forget how your voice sounds

When he finally sleeps after the battle of Yavin he dreams of Talliah. 

It has been - so long since he dreamt of her, he’s not even completely sure he dreamt of her when she was alive, she seems so distant to him now he has to remind himself she was real sometimes. 

He wakes in the early hours of the morning, unsure how much sleep he’s had, sure that Talliah is next to him. When he finds nothing but his own rumpled sheets he’s confused, disoriented - 

Was she real?

- he finds himself in the doorway of Allya’s room, not really sure how he got there, but he had to be sure. 

Allya sleeps, curled around a stuffed toy, the blanket Malla made her undisturbed, she was a still sleeper. Reassured and more aware of himself - Allya was fine and asleep in her bed, Talliah had been real, not just a ghost made to haunt him - he crawls back into bed. He’s only just closed his eyes and -

- and his mother is there, tracing her fingers over his palm, smiling. 

“You will know love, Han.”

The image twists, his mother replaced with a figure he doesn’t know - “You will know pain, unimaginable -”

He hears laughter, turns and finds Lando and Talliah. Lando leans in but Talliah turns away, alerted to his presence, and smiles, moving towards him - 

“Han!”

- behind her Lando’s face falls before he raises his head to meet Han’s eyes, face dark with anger. 

“You killed her,” he says. 

And like that, Talliah evaporates under his outstretched fingers. 

“You killed her!” Lando repeats, volume rising. 

“Gods, I love you.”

He turns and there is - the princess? - lying in the mussed up sheets of his bunk, grinning. 

“Your worship?” he asks, confused, incredulous, trying to step closer, but he doesn’t made it before-

“Dad!” 

Allya is rushing towards him, grown and dressed in - is she graduating? 

“Congratulations, General Solo-” 

Allya is replaced with a doctor who immediately becomes a different doctor, one he vageuly recognizes and -

“Congratulations, sir-”

He’s holding Allya, the day she was born and -

He’s still looking at Allya but older now, tucked into a hospital bed next to the Princess, grinning as she peers over Leia’s shoulder at a baby. The Princess looks up at him, smiling-

A man in uniform stares him down. 

“You don’t deserve her.”

The man is replaced by a kinder looking one -

“Take care of her.”

Malla, holding the Princess’ shoulders -

“Take care of him.”

His mother, pressing her pendant into his hand -

“You have to run, Han.”

Chewie, furious and roaring at him -

“Now is not the time to run, Cub!”

Suddenly Talliah is in his face, shaking him and he hears her voice more clearly than he’s heard it since she died -

“Wake. Up. Han.”

Some quick post fic thoughts with Sass: this may not fit into the Allya verse in the long run, I’ve never settled on the question of Han’s force sensitivity in this verse and this is essentially a vision. However this does hint at things that are planned as well as things that I’ve already begun to address (Lando’s anger over Talliah’s death, even tho he won’t find out for another three years). 

As always I’m willing to answer questions, even if it’s “what does this mean” because God knows if this verse will ever be finished!

(Title from Fall Out Boy's Dance,Dance because early 2000s pop punk really gets me into the Han's past mindset.)

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fuck it kids, we’re going to Bespin

When rewriting the entirety of the Original Trilogy the obvious best course of action is the skip like seven years of story and context and write Bespin instead. Right? That’s what I’m doing. Set in my Allya verse that @jedifish81 convinced me to resurrect. Lando’s got a bone to pick with Han. 

He gave them a place to stay, encouraged them to visit the city while they were there, offered to catch up with them later and then excused himself, citing other business he need to take care of. He made a mental note to hunt Han down later. Alone. 

Han, thankfully, wasn’t burried in the Falcon’s innards nor was he in the midst of the repair crew so it was realitively easy for Lando to pull him away, insisting they needed to talk. 

As far as conversation starters go “she’s the fucking princess of Alderaan” certainly wasn’t Lando’s best but it was the first thing on his mind. 

Han’s expression told him how deep his friend really was. “Oh, I’m sorry, my bad. You’re fucking the-” 

“Hey! Don’t you talk about Leia like that!”

“Leia! Leia! Do you hear yourself, Han? She’s-” Han pressed his hand over his mouth, veiled panic in his eyes. 

“I know, I know. Just stop sayin’ it, ok? Someone could hear you.”

Lando was incredulous. “Do you think people are blind, too?”

“Nah, I just don’t wanna give them all the dots to connect.”

“People are aware of the Empire, even out here. This is dangerous, Han. You’ve endangered everyone here. If someone recognizes her-” He let his statement hang unfinished. 

“I know, we didn’t have another choice. We - I can’t tell you the details but we were stuck. I’m sorry, really.”

Lando pinched the bridge of his nose, looked away. “Where’s Talliah?”

Han turned, paced a few steps away, hesitated. “Tall’s dead.” 

“What? When?” Something in Han’s voice told him it wasn’t as recent as he would’ve assumed. 

“Bout six years ago.”

“Six years? And you never thought to tell me? Couldn’t even drop me a message, could you Solo?”

“You were pretty fuckin pissed when you left, didn’t figure you’d take too kindly to me showin up at your doorstep to tell you Tall died out of the fuckin blue.”

“I cared about her too, Han! She was important to me too!” 

“I never said she wasn’t-” Lando held up a hand to stop him, took a deep breath. 

“We can’t change what happened and we’re certainly not going to get anywhere yelling about Tall now. Let’s just - just let it lie. Deal?” He offered his hand. 

“Deal,” Han agreed, clasping Lando’s hand, relaxing his stance. 

Lando grasped for a lighter topic. “So the Rebellion? Running for them now?”

“I can’t-”

“You are. How’s that work with Allya?” 

Han rocked on his heels, debating his answer. “I’m - ah, an independent contractor.”

“That’s a funny way of saying you’re sleeping with the boss,” he deadpanned. 

“Lando-!”

He held up his hands in a placating gesture. “I’m sorry, truly. It must be difficult to woo a woman when there’s living proof you’re bad with contraceptives in the next room.”

Han rolled his eyes, stepping back to lean against the wall, refusing Lando’s intentional baiting over Allya. When Han remained silent he realized he would have to ask what he wanted to know. 

“Really, though, the kid’s doing okay? She can read and write and do math? And she’s not miserable or starving or lonely?”

“Al’s fine. She makes easy friends and - people like her. She reads good too. Leia and uh, Leia’s real knowledgeable on kids education. She’s helped out a lot and when and how to teach Al stuff. And Al likes Leia a lot. Not just when she’s teachin her stuff, they really get along.”  

Ps. Have questions? Ask them! I’ll answer, I promise. 

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Today's realization: there's a fucking lot of Bastille on my Allya verse playlist

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A concept: Allya really wants to get her ears pierced but is nervous to do it by herself so Han gets his ears pierced with her

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and if you close your eyes

This was meant to be a six sentance Sunday I swear. More Allya verse, this time even farther back to the trip to Yavin. A fun un-betaed, undisclosed surprise for all involved @jedifish81, @grimmgoblin, @graciecatfamilyband. Title from Bastille’s Pompeii because I listen to a lot of Bastille when I write. 

“Here.” Leia looked down to find the girl, Allya, standing next to her, clutching a mug in her extended hands. “It’s for you,” she continued when Leia hesitated. “Hot chocolate.”  

She carefully took the mug from the girl and watched her run off, only to return carefully balancing her own mug. She climbed up onto the bench next to Leia, scooting closer to her and-

“Allya-” Standing framed in the doorway was Han Solo, appearing nearly out of thin air. The girl at her side leaned back, tilted her head to the side. “Can I hug you?” she asked.

Leia hesitated, unsure, but she found herself nodding. The girl - Allya - wrapped her arms tightly around her, crawling up on her knees to get closer. For a second Leia felt frozen and then she was melting and for a moment she thought she might cry, though Allya certainly didn’t deserve to deal with that. Finally she pulled away, again studying Leia’s face before bouncing up, “I have an idea!” and dashing off again. 

Across the lounge Han Solo stepped closer. “You ok? Uh- I mean uh- are you hurt? You need a painkiller or something?” Leia simply shrugged in response, she wasn’t sure what she was feeling yet and could barely take stock of her own injuries. Han persisted. “You want a medscan? Don’t want you to fall over dead before we even get to- to Yavin.” 

She was considering acquiescing when Allya returned, running fullspeed for where Leia sat. Something flashed across Han’s face as Allya threw herself onto the bench and he reached out as though trying to stop her as Allya produced a worn stuffed nerf for Leia to see. 

“Here,” she announced proudly. “She’ll help you feel better!” Slowly, Leia accepted the stuffed toy, considering it as Han and Allya conversed in Corellian. Distantly Leia was aware of the sounds of a wookie speaking and then Allya was leaving her side again. 

“Hey, listen, you don’t gotta hang onto that-”

Leia found herself clutching the stuffed toy to her chest. “She’s very thoughtful.”

The corner of Han’s mouth turned up. “Wish I knew who she got it from. Uh, anyway, listen, we’ve still got a while for we’ll even come out of hyperspace. The kid’s already grabbed a bunk and Chewie’s headin’ that way too...” he trailed off meaningfully. 

“Is the medscan still on the table?” At his nod she continued. “I think it might be safe to start with that. Then I’ll get some sleep.”