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As you may have noticed, there was no new prompt for June 2021. While there has been some amazing work created for this challenge, there been a diminishing amount of content for both this, and for the HanLeia pairing generally.
Both because of this, and because of the frustration of with Tumblr generally, which made it difficult to find works even when they were submitted, the HanLeiaChallenge will be closing.
Thank you all for two fantastic years of HanLeia Challenge!
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After a long spell apart, Han and Leia reunite for a spot of... stargazing. Written for January’s @hanleiachallenge, prompt: “Stars”. Rated E.
‘Sure,’ he said, shifting, leaning across her to pull the other strap down, not quite baring her chest. ‘Constellations; I know ’em.’
She shot him an amused look. ‘Name me one constellation in the sky above us right now.’
‘Big Triangle,’ Han answered promptly. He wasn’t putting any of his weight on her, bracing himself so that he was hardly touching her other than where his nose nuzzled her neck, but still the proximity of him made her chest tighten, her hand coming up to stroke the plane of his back. ‘Small Square. Great Northern Somethin’.’
‘We’re not even in the northern hemisphere,’ she reminded him.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Original Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leia Organa/Han Solo Characters: Leia Organa, Han Solo Additional Tags: Cockpit Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Established Relationship, Reunions Summary:
For the first time in a long time, Leia's been alone while Han's away. They're both very happy he's back.
For the April 2021 @hanleiachallenge prompt "I missed you.”
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Chapter 2, just in time for the April 2021 @hanleiachallenge. “I missed you” - something they would never admit at this stage.
Thanks for reading!
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Original Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leia Organa/Han Solo, Han Solo & Jaina Solo, Millennium Falcon & Han Solo Characters: Han Solo, Leia Organa, Jaina Solo, Lando Calrissian Summary:
A home can be a cobbled-together YT-1300 light freighter with a tendency to malfunction.
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Something a little fluffy, a little sad, a little domestic written for @hanleiachallenge‘s July prompt, “Millennium Falcon”! We all know she’s more than just a ship, right? 😉
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Rated G
Summary:
“The seat up there was warm! Before I sat in it!” “I think your ship is haunted, then,” she said with a laugh. Han chewed the inside of his cheek. “Oh, come on, Han, I’m joking! You don’t actually believe the Falcon is haunted, do you?” she asked.
Strange things have been happening on the Falcon lately. But is it something sinister or something else?
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Written for Han/Leia Trick-or-Treat @hanleiasecretsanta and for October 2020 Han/Leia Challenge @hanleiachallenge
Prompts: “I think your ship is haunted” (trick or treat) and "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" (October challenge)
(I hope it’s okay that I used the same fic for 2 prompts, but they fit so perfectly together!)
so many dreams I’ve yet to find
There's a pleasant surprise waiting for Leia when she gets home.
written for the April 2020 @hanleiachallenge prompt “home”
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Gratitude
Just under the wire: for November’s @hanleiachallenge. Prompt: Thankful.
Han Solo had forgotten that babies came this tiny. They grew and changed so much in just weeks; it was easy to lose sight of how small a bundle of three and a half kilograms actually was, until you held one who was less than a full day old.
He had remembered the swaddling technique, so his new granddaughter was now securely wrapped in a thin blanket like a little Ormachek dumpling, quiet and content for the moment. He held her in front of him, her tiny body cradled in his palms so he could study her, watch her.
He remembered nights like this long ago, watching baby Jaina while Leia slept, studying her little cheeks, her fuzzy hair, wondering what the galaxy held in store for her. Hoping it was something good.
Well, this was something good, for certain.
The baby’s eyelids fluttered, and her eyes opened to look at Han. Still that newborn blue, but you could already see that she had Jaina’s eyes. Leia’s eyes. So watchful, so deep, like they held whole star systems behind them.
He remembered the first time he’d seen eyes like these, attached to a mouthy princess who’d argued with him between blasts at the Stormtroopers following them. If they hadn’t been escaping an Imperial battle station at the time, he would’ve been inclined to stop and stare, to wonder at this woman complaining about her own damn rescue and taking out Imps left and right.
And somehow, through dumb luck and his own stubbornness, he’d gotten the spirited woman behind those eyes to fall in love with him, to fight alongside him. And they’d had a spirited daughter with those same eyes, that same drive to fight for good. And now his baby, his Jaina, had her own spirited girl.
The baby began to wriggle a little, and her face screwed up slightly, like she was gearing up to fuss.
“Shh,” Han soothed, jostling her gently to quiet her down. “’S okay. I’m here. Nothin’ to worry about.”
The wriggling increased, and she whimpered slightly. Uh-oh. Time to bring out the big guns.
It had been a while, but he still mostly remembered the old Corellian lullaby he’d sung to his children to get them to sleep. Something about a ship’s captain, coming home after a long voyage.
I’ll be home, home, home, home, Larel, I’m coming home….
He sang softly, and his granddaughter gradually stopped fussing, instead blinking at him with those same watchful eyes. He knew that babies couldn’t really focus this early, but it was like she saw him. Han couldn’t feel the Force like Leia and Luke and his children could, but something in her eyes told him that she had that power too.
He didn’t realize Leia had come in until he felt her arm slip around his waist. He finished his song, but kept gently rocking the baby as he turned to look at Leia.
“You don’t know how attractive you are right now,” she said with a smile.
Gods, he loved the look on Leia’s face, like she saw him, too. And loved what she saw. He smiled back at her.
“Jaina okay?”
“She’s fine,” Leia said. “Just in that place where she’s afraid to go to sleep in case the baby needs something.” Her grin grew wider. “Told her we’ve got it.”
“We do.”
They both turned back to the baby in Han’s hands, watching her. She blinked back at them.
As Leia rested her head on Han’s shoulder, their granddaughter in his arms, a feeling came over him. He was grateful, for whatever force (or the Force) in the universe had brought him this, had given him this family, this love, this hope.
“Thank you,” he said, and Leia gave him a squeeze, like she understood perfectly.
