planetarium
part 4
pairing(s): luke skywalker x (f!)reader, din djarin x (f!) reader
summary: you hitch a ride
warning(s): none
a/n: okay wow it’s been like two years since i’ve updated this story lmfao better late than never lol oops
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Luke Skywalker woke up early to an empty bed. Hanna city was blanketed with fog and a blue tinge as the sun had just began to rise but hadn't quite peaked over the mountains yet. Stretching his limbs with deep blue eyes still closed, he patted the mattress beside him, searching for the body of his fiancée. His hands found nothing but the cold silken imprint of you body.
That was odd.
He always woke up hours before she did for his meditation and training.
"Y/n?" He called out from his spot, still lying in bed.
There was no response.
Luke peered up at the clock that was built into the wall across from the bed; the white numbers blinked 4:45.
"Honey?" He tried again, but the apartment was completely silent. There was no low hum coming from the fresher and the holonet wasn't on. A bad feeling creeped up inside him as he threw back the covers to investigate where you had gone at this ungodly hour.
As he rose out of bed in a flash, the hair stood all over his body. He only got this feeling when something was wrong. Like the forces way to warn him for the incoming torture that he was about to endure.
Before he was able to pass out of the door into the living room, his deep blue eyes glanced to the long ornate dresser. There was no red blinking glow of the tracker that he had placed there only last night.
Where was the tracking fob?
"Y/n?" He tried again.
Again, no answer.
It was then that he spun on his heel and practically ran to their shared walk-in closet. His breath hitched at the sight of clothes, of all kinds strewn over the floor with empty hangers littering the racks of her side.
He unconsciously reached a hand to the shelf above his side, blindly patting the wood for his now missing duffle bag.
Kriff!
"Y/n?!" This time he wasn't expecting an answer. He knew there would be none.
Luke strode out of the closet and over to her side of the bed. Looking for the DL-18 blaster that she always had strapped to her thigh during their wartime escapades. With an outstretched hand to grasp the handle, a shiny kyber crystal sat upon a tissue stopped him midair.
Hands trembling, he reached out and gently grabbed the ring with his real hand, as his bionic one grasped the tissue with neat handwriting.
Turning the kyber crystal ring in his hand, he read the short but effective note written in Gwyn's handwriting.
‘I need to go. I’m sorry.’
His heart felt like it had been ripped in two as he read the words over and over again, until the message had fully sunk in.
She's gone.
And it felt like entirely his fault.
Balling up the tissue in his hand and grasping the ring in his other, he pulled on his discarded pants from the night before and grabbed the black robe that hung from the door, and flew out of the room and into the apartment.
"HAN!" He screamed as he slammed the door open. "HAN!"
Practically flying down the hallway to his twins apartment, tears began to stream down, staining his flushed cheeks with salty drops.
Luke's bare feet skidded to a halt in front of their apartment. The hand with the crumpled note banged loudly on the maroon and golden front door. "HAN!"
His banging continued on the door, trying desperately to wake the couple up.
After what seemed like forever, the maroon door slid open to reveal Leia in a white silk dressing gown.
"Han isn't here!" Leia yelled back at him in annoyance as she rubbed her chocolate eyes and looked up at her brother. His hair stood in all directions and his once sparkling ocean eyes, were dullen and stained red with waves of tears streaming down his cheeks. Her tone became soft with her brothers distraught appearance, "What happened?"
His hand opened up to reveal the engagement ring sitting in his palm.
"She's gone."
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The seedy cantina was dimly lit with blue neon panels on all of the surrounding walls. The sleek silver bar, encrusted with yellow lights along the perimeter of the circular bar, held dozens of smugglers, bounty hunters, and alcoholics.
You were currently hunched over the bar with a bottle of something you didn't quite know in your hand, with the duffle bag securely between you legs and blaster strapped to your thigh. Your eyes scanned the crowd, looking for someone with at least a trustworthy face, but it was proving to be hard, especially in this place.
"I hear you're looking for passage somewhere." A deep voice spoke next to you.
You came face to face with your brother.
"Han?" You slipped off of the seat.
"Hey kid." Han Solo smirked down at his little sister.
"I-I thought you were on a job!" You poked a finger in his hard chest as you sat back down on the stool, securing the bag back between your legs.
"Yeah, I was." Sighing, he situated himself on the empty stool next to you. "I just got back from Coruscant."
"Where's Chewie?" Looking for their tall and hairy friend.
"Talking to some Twi'lek." He pointed his thumb behind his head towards a secluded table. Chewbacca was leaning back in his chair against the wall, laughing at something a pink female Twi'lek had said.
"Typical." You laughed lightly and took another swig of the bitter alcohol.
"Why are you here?"
"I'm mad." You said truthfully.
"Mad at who?"
"Everyone. Everything."
"So you ran away?"
"So I ran away."
"What about Luke?"
"What about him?"
Han sighed deeply and ran a hand though his hair before he laughed. "You're stubborn, you know that?"
You smiled solemnly as you tipped the bottle towards him and took another sip.
"What's with the tracking fob." Han pointed to the small silver tracking fob that was currently clipped to your belt.
"I don't know," You looked down at it. "it gave me an excuse to leave."
"Where does it take you?"
"Arvala-7."
"Never heard of it."
"Neither had I before yesterday." You laughed reminded of the conversation had with Luke just yesterday. The two siblings sat in silence as you finished the rest of the drink.
Chewbacca, finally done with the pink Twi'lek, made his way over to his old smuggling partner and encircled his long furry arms around you.
"Hey Chewie." You smiled into the warm Wookie, wrapping your own arms around what you could of him. He groaned in response as he ruffled your hair. "So can you two take me?"
"Are you sure?" Han looked down solemnly at you. You only held his gaze, letting him know you were dead serious about your decision. "Alright kid, we will."
"Don't tell the twins."
"Look I'm dumb, but I'm not that dumb." The two siblings laughed.
"And no questions asked."
"No questions asked."
"Where are we going?" Chewbacca groaned.
"Arvala-7." Han answered his co-pilot.
"Never heard of it."
"Neither had I until twenty minutes ago." Han smiled.
"Let's go." You placed the empty bottle on the counter and grabbed the duffle bag, getting up from the stool and began to make for the exit.
"Woah, woah, woah. Slow down." Han reached out and grabbed you shoulder to stop you. "What's the rush?"
"It's now or never Han. What happened to no questions asked?" You didn't even look at him before shaking free of his grip and starting for the exit once again. Han and Chewie looked at each other with puzzled looks before shaking their heads and following you.
Opening up into the empty streets of Hanna City, the orange glow of the sun just began to peek through the tall buildings. You breathed in the crisp morning air as you felt the way the blaster rubbed against your thigh and your hand clamped around the bag, creating callouses on the soft palms; made you feel like yourself again. The freedom ran through your veins for the first time in five years.
"This way, kid." Han and Chewie were standing to your right as they waited for you to follow.
The old trio stepped into hanger seventy-two. A golden circle of light shown down upon the Millennium Falcon, illuminating the piece of junk in a halo. Han smiled to you as he opened the hatch to the ship and climbed on in.
However, confliction rose within. You hadn't even thought about Luke and how it might affect him. You were glued to the floor, feet staying firm at the bottom of the ramp. How would it affect the rest of your friends?
How would it affect Leia?
Ben?
Chewie?
Han?
You weren’t so sure you’d come back at all if you stepped on the ship.
"You coming?" Chewbacca poked his head out as he groaned to you.
Closing your eyes and inhaling the fresh air, you gripped the handles of the bag harder.
I need to go.
Or I'll regret it.
You opened your eyes and descended up the ramp.
No going back now.
The millennium falcon hadn't changed one bit as you entered the old Corellian light freighter. The sheen of the black floor held your reflection as you tread carefully through the winding corridors of the ship.
The old dejarik table was still situated in the corner of the large hold. Walking over, you pressed a finger against the on button, the holo figurines were still in their place from Chewbacca's game from all those years ago.
Powering it off, you walked further down towards your old bunk room. Pressing lightly on the button, the door slid open revealing the small bedroom.
Everything was as you had left it.
The photo of you and Han, younger on Corellia sat on the ledge of the tiny window. Your first blaster, a stolen EE-3 carbine rifle stolen from a Stormtrooper when you were twelve, was still propped up against the dirty off-white wall. The turquoise and white blanket that you had once bought off a trader on Tatooine, laid on top of the small single person bunk.
You dropped your things onto the bed and all but ran out of the room and down to the cockpit, where Chewie and your brother were prepping for the flight.
You situated yourself down in your regular seat from behind the co-captain's chair. Nostalgia washed over you, a warm and normal feeling.
"Ready?" Han and Chewie both turned around to look at you.
You didn't know that the smile on your face could grow any larger than it was, but it had. “Ready.”
Han's hands guided the ship out of the hangar and into the sky. Hanna city grew smaller and smaller as the Millennium Falcon climbed higher and higher in the atmosphere.
Before you knew it, you had flown out of the atmosphere and made it into space.
"Welcome home." Chewie groaned.
You smiled at them, guilty, but real. Han punched the hyperdrive and they were finally off to Arvala-7.
"I'm glad to be home."
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