Luke should have seen it coming; the issue had been growing over them like a shadow ever since Darth Vader died and Luke truly became the last Jedi, with all the abilities and limitations Yoda had passed on to him like a torch.
With all of that, Han still manages to make him feel so insignificant and small with just three words.
“You’ve changed, kid.”
“You're a good pilot,” Luke said again, leaning back against the wall so Han couldn't help but follow. “We wouldn’t have been able to destroy the Death Star without you.”
“Now you're just trying to flatter me,” Han said, rubbing his fingertips over Luke's knuckles. “Sure that's not what this is about?”
Luke didn't manage to keep from rolling his eyes that time. “Now you're just flattering yourself.”
- Part 3 of luke*leia swap au
31 Dec 2017
Han barely registered the wind biting at his face as he sped out of the base.
He could barely see, either, the snow blending in with the sky to leave his whole vision white, squinting against the air and the light glaring off of the snow-covered ice.
Of course the standard issue coats were white, he thought bitterly, mistaking a mound of snow for Luke more than once.
“I know, I know,” he grit out, putting all his weight into pulling the reins when his Taun Taun tried to turn back. “He can’t be that far, come on.”
Do you want to play a cardboard spaceship? It doesn't have to be a cardboard spaceship by HaveMyWeedCookies
25 Feb 2018
Five times Han refuses to play with Luke, the young neighborhood kid because he’s busy, and one time that he doesn’t.
Or the teenage Han Solo has just moved into a house and the neighbor’s twins never stop pestering him with their whimsical demands, especially Luke, the kid with an unhealthy obsession with building spaceships from cardboard boxes, who somehow is very determined to carve himself a place in Han’s busying life and succeeds.
“Han, do you want to play a cardboard spaceship with me?”
“No, kid. I’m busy.”
Asgard is not a place, it is a people, Thor had said of their lost home, over the course of their voyage.
And when Loki, eyes red-rimmed and dark, haunted by shadows for far too long, said, “Home? Perhaps I never had one,” Thor can make only one assurance that soothes the tumult in his brother’s heart: Home is not a place, but a person.
That person could be me.
Bookmarked by mykindoflove017
22 Feb 2018