#tfa fix it

[ladyofidril]

For my fanfic “Ruthless” on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17227652/chapters/40511057.

I was thinking of the moodboards going chapter by chapter. Yes, this is a fic where Han survives and Kylo goes back to the Resistance to redeem himself.

[wishfulfanficing]

Once Han came home from the Med Center and Leia went back to work, Han started packing lunches for her and the Little Fuckers. At first it was extremely minimal (a carton of blue milk, a piece of fruit, and credits to buy “real food”) but once he felt better, he got REALLY into it. 

Like elaborate, bento-style creations he finds on Space Pinterest. 

[wishfulfanficing]

Home

Han took a deep breath as Leia brought the speeder to gentle halt in front of a townhouse. Their townhouse. After three months in the med center, he was pale, shaky, and slow. “The kids here?” he asked, his voice still scratchy and faint.

“No, love, not til later. It’s just you and me for now,” Leia muttered as she helped him out of the speeder and walked slowly with him down the path to the door. Han reached the entrance and stopped for a moment, resting his hand on the door frame. Leia stopped, too; concerned, she put her hand on her husband’s chest and turned to face him. “You OK, darling?”

He looked past her and at the townhouse. They’d bought this place right before they got married. It had four bedrooms, bedrooms they’d meant to fill with children. A pained expression crossed his face when he thought of how much they’d wanted that, and how somehow they weren’t able to make it happen. Leia noticed this and took his hand; he wasn’t sure whether she knew the true cause or mistook it for physical pain. He sighed and looked down the road at the path from the door to the street. It seemed like so little time had passed between him teaching Ben to walk and Ben walking away, between Ben walking away and Han holding his son’s face as Kylo Ren’s lightsaber pierced his skin.

For a moment, he realized why he hadn’t been all that anxious to come back here. He took a deep breath and let go of the door frame. Things had changed since the last time he was here: those two kids he’d found on the Falcon had moved in to the empty rooms upstairs, and, even though he wasn’t Force-sensitive, he could feel a hum of positive energy on the other side of the door. But other than that, the outside of the house looked the same as it had when he left to go into hiding so the First Order wouldn’t find him and Leia in the same place at the same time.

But it wasn’t all bad. He remembered bringing Ben home to this place. He remembered dancing with Leia as she stood on the highest point of her toes to reach his eye level. He remembered celebrating her success in the Senate, his success with his fleet. He remembered watching Holonet with Leia as she fell asleep next to him on the couch.

Han rested his hand on hers and smiled faintly. She laced her fingers through his and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

“I’m fine, sweetheart,” he smiled through cracked lips. “It’s so good to be home.”

[wishfulfanficing]

After she finishes getting ready for bed, Leia kisses everyone goodnight. She starts with Poe, then Finn, then Rey, a picture of Ben, and finally Han before she snuggles up next to him. Han isn't a particularly Force-conscious man (hokey religions, right?), but he uses the time that Leia's out of the room to thank The Force for his recovery, for Leia (like he has every day for 30+ years), and for bringing those Little Fuckers into his life, his home, and his heart. His last words to her every night are "I love you, sweetheart." And hers are always "I know. I love you too."

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Six Sentence Sunday

“What was the bang?”

“Mmmm sweetheart it’s ok,” Han whispered to his wife, pulling him closer to him in the bunk they’d shared on the Falcon for over 30 years. “Rey’s with ‘em, she’ll fix it.”

As if on cue, Rey appeared in their open doorway. “The boys broke one of the overdrive prohibitors, but I fixed it,” she huffed, out of breath.

Han laughed into his pillow and lifted his arm to give her a thumbs up, then buried his face back into his wife’s hair and closed his eyes.

[organanation]

You and Me and the Stars

Inspired by that one new TFA shot floating around (you have seen the one, I’m sure). It was most likely from that sad scene where they don’t kiss and stuff, but I have completely abandoned that and made it cute fluffy #somarried Solos. Assume that some stuff in TFA has happened, but not the whole leaving thing. They managed to stay married and y’know, in love and stuff (which shouldn’t be a radical idea but apparently is.)

She was standing across the dim hangar, finishing up a briefing with a squadron that was flying off to a new base today. It was a good sign, needing another base. They had enough forces that they could have more than one set-up, they were more than one tiny target now. They’d talked about it last night, before bed: how well things were going, and how she was worried that somehow, their luck was going to run out, and run out quick. He had faith in them, though, faith in her. His princess would see them though, no matter what it cost her. Despite what it had already cost them.

The pilots surrounding her all nodded at something she said, and she dismissed them. She glanced around the hangar with a practiced eye, looking to see where her attention should go next. Always leading from the middle, she was.

Her gaze fell on him and her expression softened a bit, just there, by her eyes.

Leia crossed the hangar, moving toward him with poised alacrity.

“Hi,” she greeted, coming to a stop in front of him.

“Hi,” Han returned.

“You’re leaving soon?”

“Yeah. Came down to say goodbye. Walk me to the tarmac?” he asked. Leia nodded and they fell into comfortable step together.

“I’m going to need a pilot next week to go out and see how this new base is coming,” Leia mentioned. Han slipped his fingers between hers. “It’ll take at least a day to get there, and at least a day to get back.”

“Threepio have to go?” Han grumbled.

“Yes, but he’s due for a major systems update that will require him being powered off and plugged in for one of those days. And I don’t see why he couldn’t be shut off on the other day, too.”

“I’ll see if I can fit you into my busy schedule,” he teased, bringing them to a stop outside the Falcon. Han pulled her into his arms, his hands falling to rest comfortably at her hips. They were far closer than what was probably appropriate for the middle of a busy military base, but Han really couldn’t bring himself to care as he looked down in to the same kaf-colored pools he’d spent 40 years waking up to.

“Clear skies. Don’t be gone too long,” she requested, giving him a soft smile.

“We’ll be back in the morning, your worship,” he promised. Her fingers moved over his elbows, encouraging him to hold her a little tighter. He obliged her. He knew what she was afraid of, and he knew it was completely justified. She sent people on missions every day, and sometimes, they were lucky if half of them made it back. She always wondered if that would be his fate, their fate. Han held her even tighter, putting everything she needed to know in that embrace. He wondered briefly if she was shrinking a little as he leaned down to kiss her tenderly.

“Doesn’t hurt to give you something to hurry you home,” she countered, pulling him back for a second kiss.

“Relax, sweetheart. The promise of a vacation with you is good enough,” he insisted, rubbing his thumbs across her hips.

 “Who said anything about a vacation? I have to go on an inspection tour,” she teased.

“You and me and the stars? All the vacation I need.”