fic writers stop making luke lowkey pathetic!!! he is no damsel!!!! plus lots of yall forget he was a soldier and a shithead kid. bro def has a very large set of bizarre skills that he just whips out every now and then. droid malfunctioning? no prob he can take a look. buying a ship second hand? no worries he knows the make and model and common problems. hunting? flying? first aid? hell yeah man those too. bro can probably sew and whittle and butcher and garden and also beat the shit outta you! hes got such a diverse background and would carry those things with him stop actin like he dont know shit for shit
cannot justly put into words how much I love that sam winchester canonically uses wedge antilles as an alias. gives me all the excuse I need to start a rumor that he had an embarassing fanboy crush on luke skywalker
“I’m not some lapdog who's gonna sit around and let you punish me.”
“I’m not some lapdog who's gonna sit around and let you punish me!" Han's voice echoed across the cold hallways of the Hoth base, his footsteps stomping in time with her own, though it took half as many for him to cover the distance she did. She didn't stop, didn't turn to face him like he so desperately wanted her to do.
"It wasn't my choice." Leia snapped, continuing her war-path forward, datapad clutched close to her chest. "High command decided on the grounding, and it's for all pilots, not just you."
"Bullshit." Han countered, a heavy hand landing on her shoulder, demanding her attention. With a sigh, she turned, matching a set of steely hazel-green eyes with her own, though, hers looked significantly more tired. The gray-blue bags under her eyes only heightened that. His face softened a fraction of an inch before the hand fell, and it screwed back up in irritation, a finger pointed at her chest. "You're groundin' me 'cause of that shit on Naboo."
It was true that High Command was less than pleased to hear about Solo's unplanned stop on the Mid-Rim planet, especially considering it's Imperial occupation. Still, she'd fought for Han to go on the pre-planned supply run, but was ultimately outvoted by those cautious about the storm, but more cautious about the pilot's laissez faire attitude towards Imperial entanglements. They needed the fuel, they needed the food, they needed the intel that should come with the cargo, storm be damned.
"I don't know how many times I have to say it to get it through that thick skull of yours, but it wasn't my decision." She seethed, taking a step closer to him so he could see the seriousness of her words. He didn't move back, not even an inch, his chest heaving in frustration. "But even if it was, it's not a punishment. It's to keep everyone safe. Another storm is coming, you'd never make it off planet."
"Then tell me why Antilles and Skywalker just jetted out of here on their X-wings." He growled with a thumb pointed over his shoulder, as if to indicate the makeshift ship port leagues behind them. Leia started.
"They what?"
Han's face changed, and Leia could watch the thoughts as they descended. Probably a series of Oh shit if she had to guess. His features morphed into false innocence, his anger melting away as if the temperature didn't drop ten degrees with his admission.
"Uh, I mean —" He tried to stall, his hand moving to now rub at the back of his head.
"When did you see them and where did they go?" She asked in that quiet, dangerous way of hers that let him know he really fucked up and sold out two of his friends while he was at it. Han cringed, unable to save face any longer.
"Pretty sure they were gonna go make that supply run when they heard me complainin' about bein' grounded..."
If everything around them hadn't been so stark white, if she didn't see her own angry, clouded breath in front of her, Leia would have seen red. She shoved her datapad against Han's chest so hard he stumbled back, catching himself on the wall as his boots slipped over the ice.
"Hey, Princess —" he called, but her clipped footsteps were already stomping towards the command center, praying Wedge and Luke's ships were still in range so she could give them a piece of her mind over comms.
"Thanks for the intel, Captain Solo." She threw over the back of her shoulder with a sneer, shaking her head. "Fucking idiots, I'm surrounded by them."
Hey, are you still doing those Wedge/Luke headcanon asks?
If so, I'd love to hear one of them! I'm trying to write a canonverse fic and I could use some inspiration
Cheers :3
Hello there! It’s been a while since I’ve posted any Wedge/Luke headcanons, but I do adore those flyboys in love, so let me see what I can come up with for you…
Overall relationship headcanon: So in my headcanon Wedge and Luke kind of had a long road before they managed to get their shit together and get together permanently.
During the Rebellion, I think they got very close to each other and then other things would intervene and pull them apart. They were friends, good ones, and sometimes there were nights of passion but sometimes it was difficult for each of them to tell if those were just comfort in the midst of war, or bonding over their shared trauma, or the start of something real. And they were really shitty at actually using their words (despite the fact that they may have bonded once or twice over their frustration that their friends Han and Leia were not using their words to resolve their obvious attraction to each other). Complicating things was the fact that Luke was thrown into being a squadron commander when he literally just arrived to the Rebellion, so Wedge is having to support him and also doesn’t want to pile a lot of other stuff like “so what is this relationship, are we together or what” on top of the other responsibilities Luke is dealing with. Then Bespin made things way more complicated, both because Wedge is LIVID when he realizes Luke fucked off to Jedi training and let him believe Luke had been captured or killed en route to the rendezvous, but also Wedge loves him and wants to care for him, but ALSO Luke has basically had his world shattered by the Vader parentage reveal. So he’s pulling away from everyone at that time.
Things get better after Endor — Wedge is one of the few people whom Luke confides about his parentage, they have some more time together — but again, nobody’s defining things. They each have their own responsibilities and they come together at times, but if you ask them they characterize it as being friends. And both of them wonder whether there could be something more permanent there, but are maybe a little afraid to be rejected / shut down so they’re like “nope, gotta focus on my job right now.” Luke has the occasional existential crisis e.g. “I’m the last Jedi, too much responsibility, not fair to someone else, maybe I am supposed to be alone, blah blah blah” when it’s obvious to anyone in the same room with them that Luke and Wedge belong together. Again, still kinda shitty at using their words.
Finally, it is actually Han and Leia (who have in the meantime, very much managed to get their own shit together) who encourage Luke and Wedge to, in Han’s words, “quit fuckin’ around and realize when the real thing is starin’ you in the face.” I think the exact details of how that transpired are fun to play with — several writers have worked on that — but I’m guessing that once they finally get it together and have some honest conversations, it’s not as hard as they think to work out their lives together. Oh, you’re the last Jedi (well, nearly so), so that means you’re going to be running all over the galaxy trying to find folks to train and/or restructuring the Jedi? That’s cool, I can live with that. Oh, you’re a starfighter commander who keeps starting highly successful squadrons and commando units, so you’re going to be off helping the New Republic military? Sure, we’ll figure that out. Maybe we’re not always in the same spot. Maybe one of us has to take a break so we can have some time together. Maybe we have to struggle through what our relationship looks like and how to be a person as well as our various roles. But it turns out they find it worth it.
Hope this was helpful! Excited to read what you’re working on — and thank you for the ask!
