#han and chewie

[annakarenina]

X ✩ PEARL 2022, dir. Ti West

[shar-bear]

[2stepadmiral]

Something I love about Luke, Leia, and Han is that before the Skywalker twins reached their mid twenties, the trio shared about three braincells.

I mean, before the Death Star, Leia and Han probably had a respectable amount each (Leia needed to be smart as an up and coming Rebellion leader and Han definitely was clever as a smuggler and conman), but after that first argument in the detention hall in the middle of a desperate firefight that culminated in a dive into the trash compactor, some cosmic alignment of their inner natures mixed with the will of the Force resulted in both of them being brought down to Luke’s level.

Now, over the years, they all became much smarter and better at working together, but right from the death star onwards for the first few years, they shared about three brain cells. Individually, each of the three were in possession of maybe one at all times, and were decently competent on their own. Luke was a great pilot and field commander, Leia was a fine strategist and mission planner and inspirational leader, and Han, of course, was a very competent smooth talker and mechanic, as well as a brilliant pilot. But put them together in a room, or on a mission together, and usually one of them is going to end up with all three brain cells while the others are up on their shit.

Luke usually ends up with the brain cells when Han and Leia are bickering. The slightest thing sets them off, and suddenly Luke is the voice of reason, which she is very much not used to being.

“I thought you said this was a shortcut, not the front doorstep to an Imperial station for the sector.”

“Hey, I’ve slipped through this way a dozen times before, and never had any trouble. You were supposed to be monitoring the base.”

“Oh, sure, captain, blame me for you forgetting there is an imperial outpost over here.”

“ < exasperated sigh> Alright, Chewie, let’s power up the guns, and hope that these two don’t crash into a Star Destroyer.”

When Leia has all three, it’s usually because Han is on some reckless Corellian daredevil kick, and Luke is in adventure crazed teenager living his dream mode and is too focused on his x-wing or his squadron to see the big picture. Both mindsets are often at least indirectly because of the influence of Wedge Antilles and Tycho Celchu.

“Luke, stop fiddling with your X-wing, we have a scouting mission.

“One second land, I’ve almost got the inertial dampeners just where I need them. Wedge and I were talking, and I think if we have these in sync during our next mission, we should be able to reduce drag by 1.56%.”

“You can finish when we get back.”

“ Wait, we’re not taking Rogue Squadron?”

“<sigh> what part of scouting mission did you miss? and where is Han?”

“I think he’s with Wedge and Tycho.“

“Oh no. What laser brain stunt did they dare him to try this time?“

“…Well, they might’ve said something about flying the falcon through the gap of an imperial two communication tower?”

“Kriffing Corellians. And you didn’t think to order Wedge and Tycho to stay away from Han?”

“…Han is good for squadron morale.”

“<sigh>”

And on the disturbingly, frequent occasions were Han is in possession of the brain cells, it is, without fail, because Leia is in full devotion to the cause of the rebellion mode, and Luke is in strange-mystic-Jedi-shit-is-calling-me-and-I-must-answer-the-call mode.

“Hey, princess, are you still on that Agamar campaign?”

“The people of Agamar need our help, Han. I need to figure out a way to neutralize these Golan batteries.”

“Um, sure, OK, but we’re currently on a completely different mission, and I kind of need you to be ready to mail the guns when we get there.”

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be just fine when we get to Ord Mantell.”

“Ord Mantell? Uh, this is a mission to Taris.”

“What? oh, you’re right, sorry. I’ve just planned so many of our next few missions, I kind of forgot, which one we’re on.”

“… When’s the last time you ate?”

“I’ll eat once I figured out how to bring down these Golan shields.”

“…Hey, Luke? Any chance you could talk her worshipfulness into having some rations? …Kid?”

“ what? oh, sorry, hon, I was reading this account on spirituality by Plo Koon, and I thought I might’ve heard Ben’s voice coming from the engine room.”

“…Ben Kenobi is dead, Luke.”

“I know, Han, but sometimes, I can hear his voice through the Force, guiding me, helping me. I’ve been trying to research why and have been reading these journals Ben had in his home on Tatooine, and…”

“Kid, when’s the last time you ate anything?”

“…, now that you mention it, I’m not sure.”

“…”

Moments like these are frequent until maybe half, and after Endor, these moments become very occasional and much more casual as the trio becomes closer and more accustomed to each other’s quirks.

“I thought you fixed the deflector oscillator before we left!”

“I did! Don’t blame me if the Alliance stuck me with substandard parts.”

“Save it for later, you two, or you’d better let me and Chewie take over while you sort it out. I have a Star Destroyers coming up on our bow, and Zsinj would love to hear that the Falcon was shot down.”

“Fair point, kid. Will discuss this later, princess.”

“Fine by me. I’ll try and get those shields dialed in.”

Or,

“Luke, I need you to come with us. I’m meeting with the Queen of Naboo, and I need you as an escort.”

“Sure, Leia. Let me just finish these adjustments and I’ll be ready to fly. Oh, no X-wing?”

“Not this time. Have you seen Han?”

“I think that he went to help Wedge and Tycho perform reflex tests on the new rogue squadron recruits. They should be down at the gorge.”

“With speed bikes, I presume?”

“I think so, but Han told me to tell you he would be careful. And wear a helmet.”

“Well, I guess that’s something.”

Or,

“Han, give me my data pad, I need to prepare for the meeting with the delegation from Ryloth.”

“The Twi’lek research can wait until you finish your supper, Leia. It’s in the gallery, I made plenty, and don’t come back until you’ve had at least two portions. You need to keep your strength up while you’re helping to build the New Republic. Mon Mothma can’t expect you to do everything without even having a proper meal every now and again.”

“… Can I continue while I eat?”

“Not until you’ve had at least one full plate. <sound of grabbing a holocron> You too, kid. You need to stop making me be the responsible one around here.”

“Han, you know that I can just grab that back from you with the Force?”

“Yeah, and what kind of message would that send to the galaxy about the new Jedi? They go around stealing holocrons instead of just eating their dinner like a normal person? Go on, have some food. I made some Karkan ribenes with tomo-spice.”

And right around the time they start figuring this dynamic out, they start to notice that Chewie is less irritated with the three of them. Little do they know, because, again, three brain cells shared between the three of them, that Chewbacca has been actively trying to loan them any of the hundreds of brain cells he’s accumulated over the course of his 200 year long Wookie life and has been furious with how unresponsive to his wisdom they have been.

[kaylawritesfics]

hii!! if requests are open could i pretty please with sugar on top get a luke skywalker and reader fic (kinda enemies to lovers) they dont hate the other but theres always snarky comments thrown at each other?? until she gets drunk one night and is realllyy clingy to him, she falls asleep on his shoulder and has to carry her to bed bcs she wont go without him?? and ofc han and leia are having the time of their lives watching this! Happy ending please. Thanks 💕

do you hate me? || l.s

summary: your childish rivalry with luke comes to a sudden halt when you have too much to drink one night

pairing: luke skywalker x fem!reader

WARNINGS: swearing, drinking, arguing

word count:

a/n: i made the reader and luke just like constantly arguing over little petty things i hope that’s okay :)

“Luke!” You hissed out, your current bad mood apparent by the heavy stomps of your boots as you stalked up to him.

The way he stood there between Han and Leia, acting all innocent, as if he hadn’t just taken your brand new tools and hidden them before you could help Chewie work on the Falcon, angered you more than anything.

“I know you took them!” You were in his face before he could even comprehend what you were accusing him of.

“Took what? I didn’t take anything!” Luke defended himself, raising his hands up in defense of himself. Luke truly hadn’t taken them (you hadn’t seen Han’s eyes widen in fear nor had you heard him discreetly kick the small box of tools out of your sight), but he felt his anger flare as you scoffed in disbelief.

“Okay, how about we settle this calmly.” Leia interjected, wedging herself between the two of you and placing a hand on either of your chests in an attempt to keep you separated. “What have you lost, Y/N?”

“My brand new tools. I know you took them, Skywalker. You always use my tools and never return them.” You rolled your eyes. You recognized how petty the argument seemed to be but truthfully, you were annoyed and all you wanted to do was help Chewie finish repairing the Falcon.

“What! I didn’t take them. I always return your tools! You’re just picking on me!” Luke protested, weaving his arm around his twin to point in your face. You slapped his hand away harshly.

“Whatever, keep them, you little kleptomaniac.” You relented, noticing the glare Leia was throwing between the two of you. You turned around, abruptly walking away from the trio.

“You two are exhausting to be around sometimes.” Leia sighed, rolling her eyes. Luke’s eyes suddenly laid on the small toolbox sitting suspiciously behind Han, who merely smiled guilty at the twins.

“Han!”

The next morning, a furious knocking on your door woke you. Checking the time, a surge of anger fell over you. Who in their right mind would be pounding on your door before 7AM?

“Leia, if that’s you coming to tell me about some kind of boring meeting, I swear to maker.”

The knocking never stopped as you neared closer to the door. You swung it open to reveal Luke, his hand still ready to knock and a exasperated look on his face.

“Look, I didn’t take your tools so will you please just give me my jacket back? You know, it’s my favorite.”

“Luke, it’s 6AM. I did not take your fucking jacket.” You went to close the door, but Luke quickly stuck his foot inside, effectively stopping your efforts. On the other side of the base, inside the Falcon, Han laid still sleeping. His head rested on a clump of yellow fabric that coincidentally looked just like Luke’s missing jacket.

“Oh, come on! You were mad at me because you thought I took your tools, which I didn’t, by the way, so you stole my favorite jacket.” Luke concluded, a smug smile on his face as he basked in his assumed victory. A scoff and a roll of your eyes demolished his smile quickly.

“Luke, listen to me carefully. I. Did. Not. Take. Your. Fucking. Jacket.” You calmly punctuated each word with a sharp jab to his chest.

“I know you-“ Luke was cut off by you slamming the door. On the other side, he huffed, turning to walk away, more annoyed than he was when he first knocked.

That night, after a long day of fighting the empire, your friends decided to go out for celebratory drinks. It was safe to say that you had a little bit too much to drink by the time the night was over, clinging to Luke, who was less than thrilled by the invasion of personal space.

“Luke” You dragged out, pouting as he removed his arm from your grip for the third time. Han and Leia watched on in amusement, ignoring Luke’s pleas for help.

“Aw, come on, Luke. How could you say no to that face?” Han teased, referring to the prominent pout on your face as you settled for laying your head gently on Luke’s shoulder. Leia stifled a laugh at her brother’s expense.

As you reached again for your drink, Luke gently stopped you by grabbing your wrist and shaking his head. You huffed, laying your head back onto him. Luke sighed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to make sure you were stable. Leia and Han shared a knowing look.

“Why don’t you send her up to her room? It’s been a long day and I’m sure she’d be much more comfortable in her bed,” Leia suggested as you began to softly snore on Luke’s shoulder. Luke nodded in agreement, softly shaking your shoulder in an attempt to wake you without startling you. Your eyes fluttered open and you whined at the feeling of being awake.

“Why don’t you go up to bed? You seem tired,” Luke tried to persuade you, standing up to let you out of the small booth the four of you shared.

“Will you come with me?” You sleepily asked, grabbing onto Luke’s hand as you stood. Luke’s eyes widened and he sent panicked look at Han and Leia, who only shrugged and laughed in response.

“I guess I will,” Luke sighed. Your hand signals indicated that you wanted to be carried and with much reluctance, Luke picked you up off the ground and carried you back to your room. He struggled for a moment to open your door.

“Y/N? I’m gonna sit you down for a second so I can open the door, alright?” His soft voice rang through the air as he carefully placed you on the ground, holding onto you until he was sure you wouldn’t fall. Opening the door, he quietly led you inside.

Luke took a moment to admire your room which seemed so much like you. His eyes landed on a picture of the four of you framed on your nightstand. Han and Leia stood beside each other, Han’s arm thrown carelessly around Leia’s shoulders. You and Luke stood next to them, subconsciously leaning into each other. Luke smiled tenderly at the photo.

He led you over to your bed, sitting you down and crouching so he could remove your shoes. He decided that your clothes looked comfortable enough to sleep in since you were already falling back asleep as you sat there. Your voice broke his concentration as he untied your shoes.

“Luke? Do you hate me?” You asked, your voice smaller than he had ever heard before. Luke looked up at you, bewilderment filling him completely.

“What? No, of course I don’t hate you, Y/N. Why would you think that?”

“We argue all the time. I just didn’t think you liked me very much,” You laid your head down on your pillow as Luke finished removing your shoes. A prominent frown made its way to his face as he recalled the petty arguments the two of you often shared.

“I don’t hate you, Y/N. Do you hate me?”

“No, I like you. I really like you, Luke,” You were falling asleep now. Your words made Luke smile bashfully, the true meaning of your words was clear.

“I like you, too, Y/N,” He grinned, pulling your blanket up to tuck you in, kissing your forehead softly before leaving.

[darren-douglas]

Some Star Wars Concept art from my Concept Sketchbook over the years

See more at https://darrendouglasart.com/

[jmmallory]

Chewie's secret

May the 4th b w/u

[carolina-star]

It's a slow lovely winter morning in 2009, Chewbacca is drinking coffee, Han is a happy (2 year) baby and Mallatobuck is completely in love with both of them.

Or the day when Mallatobuck knew she'll marry Chewbacca and she'll be officially Han mom. Because, stars, she has never loved anybody like she loves them (and Lumpawaroo when he Born, but that will be in 2012).

The best decision ever.

Photo by Mallatobuck.

Star wars modern au masterlist

[solossweater]

Join the rebels — mood board for the Resistance

[curatorofthisdigitalmorass]

"Han & Chewie" - Art by Paul Mann

[jeddyartdump]

Been listening to "I'm Han Solo" again & wanted to draw them.

[harmfulb1tch]

Small Han solo x reader blurb I thought about while riding the millennium falcon attraction at disneyland last week.

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It had been a very risky mission. The cargo was very precious and Jabba needed it in perfect condition. What you all weren’t expecting was for the Galactic empire to catch you as if they were expecting you. Your thoughts: Jabba set you up for not paying his money back.

What you weren’t expecting either was for Han to stay back to try and slow the guards down while you and Chewie escaped with the cargo. This meant you would have to actually pilot the Millennium Falcon while Chewie was the copilot.

You two did manage to escape, but the ship didn’t go untouched. You had never piloted before, you were the Gunner. Your job was only to hit the targets while escaping. Your boyfriend was going to be pissed, with a capital P. You received a message on the com of the ship that he had managed to escape with a smaller ship and met him in Tatooine.

When you landed the ship (quite bumpily) you feared Han’s reaction. He loved that ship as if it was his child. His literal child. There would be times in which you were jealous of the ship.

Hopping off the ship, you saw Han’s face of horror when looking at the ship. As the door lowered, Chewie grumbled in his own anger, saying that it was all your fault and that Han couldn’t be mad at him.

“H-Han? I’m sorry, you know I never pilot and I tried to do my best! I know you love this ship a-and you can have all of the money from my part to fix the damage. P-please don’t be mad-“ he cut your rant by immediately pulling you into a hug. He squeezed you tightly against his chest, you felt like he was holding onto you for dear life.

“Forget that. I’m just happy you’re okay, doll” he was practically shaking while hugging you and you just hold on tighter against his chest and closed your eyes, breathing in his scent.

[sweetietwist]

oh to be Princess Leia stuck on the Millennium Falcon getting manhandled by Han Solo

[shar-bear]

[2stepadmiral]

They should make a sequel to Solo, perhaps as a mini series, and here’s how I think it should go:

Starts with Han and Chewie making a daring run through Imperial territory, perhaps regaining a shipment of spice from rival smugglers before getting through an Imperial blockade. Soontir Fel, one of Han’s former colleagues in the Imperial Navy, who has become sort of Han’s Javert, tries to warn his captain about Han, but is shrugged off and the Falcon escapes.

Han and Chewie have been smuggling for Jabba for months, but are still trying to figure out how to be successful and haven’t really earned Jabba’s respect. They deliver, but often late and too often attracting too much attention. Jabba decides to give them one more chance and subcontracts them to Crimson Dawn, now under Maul’s direct leadership. They go to Dathomir, where Maul and Qi’ra are waiting. Maul reveals that he knows that they killed Beckett, and for depriving him of vengeance, he expects their help in retrieving an artifact for him. He pulls out a lightsaber to threaten them, but Han is convinced that his display of telekinesis is a “simple trick.”

Qi’ra accompanies them to supervise; they recruit young mercenaries Kyle Katarn and Jan Ors to help. Qi’ra’s and Han’s dynamic is colder and less trusting, but they are still drawn to each other. They raid a wealthy business office on Kuat for an old Star map, barely avoiding Soontir Fel’s squadron as his ship is being repaired.

Maul reveals that the map will help them find the long-lost Sith world Dromund Kaas, where he believes he will find a weapon capable of helping him defeat Palpatine. He expects Han, Chewie, Kyle and Jan to join him in this endeavor. The group travels to Dromund Kaas with Maul’s flagship and personal guard, where Kyle’s Force sensitivity becomes apparent. Maul gives him a green lightsaber and promises to train him.

Fel’s squadron is transferred to the Devastator, where Vader is personally taking charge due to Maul’s involvement. It culminates in a battle on the surface of Dromund Kaas, as well as in space, between the Empire and Crimson Dawn. Maul massacres stormtroopers while Vader massacres Crimson Dawn before the two meet in a climactic duel. Han, Chewie, Kyle, and Jan are all caught in the middle. They manage to return to the flagship and reclaim the Crow and the Falcon, but Han reluctantly flies back through the battle to save Qi’ra. Fel chases, but his fighter is damaged and he goes extravehicular. Han reluctantly brings him aboard and lets him take an escape pod in recognition of their old friendship, which convinces Fel to give up his fixation.

Maul eventually loses, badly, against Vader, and is forced to flee on a damaged ship. He plots a course for Malachor, having learned of the weapon’s location from the temple on Dromund Kaas, and signals Qi’ra to wait for his signal. Qi’ra takes command of Crimson Dawn and offers Han power as her cohort; he declines, finally understanding that Qi’ra is not the woman he loved and grew up with anymore.

Kyle and Jan part as friends with Han and Chewie, though Kyle quietly has reservations about Han’s dismissal of the Jedi ways as ancient weapons and hokey religions. The artifacts from Dromund Kaas are sold to Grakkus the Hutt, and Jabba finally accepts Han as one of his favorite smugglers. It sets up Maul’s shipwreck in Rebels, introduces characters from the EU, and could be fun.

[harvestyarns]

May the 4th Be With You...

I wouldn't call myself a Star Wars fan because I'm not one, but it's not like I don't get its appeal.

The only ones I've seen are the originals and while I adore Harrison Ford, I like Luke Skywalker more than I like Han Solo. I also like the message they give off in the originals -- a lot of it rings true to life, I gathered when viewing.

Anyway -- these are some Star Wars Dolls I've made in the past year or so. Lando I made last May 4th, but he was purchased by one of my former co-workers. One of the Han's and Chewie were purchased by a cousin of mine and given to her nephew as a birthday gift. I was glad to send them off to great homes.

All of these were made freehand as I am not one to work that well off of patterns (I can't seem to follow along the whole way through most of the time!)

Anyway, if you want to check out an amazing maker who makes about 99% of Star Wars characters with crochet, check out: novemberkati_crochet over on Instagram. They're a mutual of mine for awhile now and they make incredible stuff. You should check out the BB8 themed stuff they've got going on lately.

[kopf1]

Can't blame him!!