Star Wars Holiday Fic
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valarltdThis is the SW Holiday Special. 20 Years Later, and as it should have been. With Slash and with singing.
Or as the line in Beloved Exile says "A bit late and a bit west and she could have been you."
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amchau who wanted Han/Luke.
“Chewie, stop it! You know the instruments jump when you sing!” Han thumped a particularly out-of-control gauge.
Chewbacca growled an apology, and reminded Han that Luke and the children were singing back in the lounge.
“Yeah, but they aren’t measured on a seismic scale, pal, no matter how bad they are.” He thumped the gauge again.
Chewbacca snorted, adding that Luke’s insistence on teaching the boys the Basic translation of traditional Life Day song was having mixed success.
“They’re only four, Chewie. Besides, how long does it take for wookiees to become articulate?”
Chewbacca conceded that Hreik and Hren were doing as well as might be expected.
“I remember some of the crazy stuff I had to do to get you home during the war. Maybe this year, it will be easy. I know, it’s been too long.”
It had. Twenty Life Days had come and gone since Endor, and Chewbacca had made it home less than a handful of times. Han had gone with him only twice. He was looking forward to being home for a nice long visit, maybe even permanently. He hadn’t told Han yet. His Life-Oath-Friend had a mate and children and had settled into a reasonably safe routine now that he was late middle aged. He no longer required large furry back-up.
“Keep an eye on things, Chewie. I’m going to go see what mischief they are getting up to.” Chewbacca nodded, and made a show of checking the instruments so that Han could not see his expression.
In the lounge, Luke was sitting on the floor, one boy on each side of his lap, telling them about Life Day. “The Life Tree of Kashyyyk is the heart of the planet. The Imperials searched long and hard to find it. They wanted to cut it down, so that the wookiees would give up and be willing slaves. Cutting down the Life Tree would have devastated the planet. But they never found it. You know why?”
The boys looked up at him with big eyes and shook their heads.
“Because the Life Tree isn’t a real tree. It’s a place inside,” Han said, sitting down on a chair nearby.
“A place inside of you,” Luke clarified. “A place inside of me. A place inside all the wookiees. They go there for ceremonies. I’ve been there many times, using the Force.”
“But Daddy doesn’t believe in the Force,” Hren looked confused.
“No, but he believes in the Life Tree. That’s enough to get him there. And he believes because your uncle Chewie believes.”
Han shifted uncomfortably. The Force still made him uneasy, even at this late date. He didn’t mind Luke or the boys using it, but to actually believe in it, and use it to travel—that he couldn’t even think about. He just knew that when he joined the family for the holiday, and stared into the glass ball, he went wherever the wookiees went.
“So, when we arrive, there will be food and gifts, and then we will go to the Life Tree.”
“What will we do there?” asked Hriek.
Han spoke up again. “The wookiees will sing to the Tree, encouraging it to another year of growth and thanking it for last year.”
“They will give some of their energies to the Tree, and drawn back some from it. Then we will return to the house, and there will be more food and stories.”
Han tapped the chrono. “And right now, you’re had your bedtime story, so off with you.”
“But Daddy, it’s only 1700,” Hren protested
“1700 ship’s time. It’s 2200 by Yavin time, which is what you woke up on. See?” Han indicated Hreik’s huge yawn. The boys hugged Luke then got up and hugged Han before heading back to the passenger cabin with a double bed.
Han got up and offered a hand down to his mate. Luke took it and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet and into Han’s arms.
“Do you always have an ulterior motive, Han?” Luke asked, punctuating his question with a light kiss.
“With one eye on the main chance and my profit margins, kid,” Han agreed, with a more intense kiss. “Your sister was right about me, you know.”
“Which time?” Luke kissed his neck. “The mercenary?” This kiss went into the hollow of Han’s throat. “The stuck-up nerf herder?” That kiss went on the sensitive spot behind Han’s ear, and made him shiver. “Or the scruffy looking part?” He kissed Han full on, long and deep and slow, tasting his beloved bondmate and shoving hands into the thick iron-grey hair to pull him even closer.
When Luke finally let go, far too soon for Han’s tastes, Han fixed him with a steely mock-glare. “Pull that again, junior, and it’s your bedtime, too.” He punctuated this with a light swat.
Luke’s eyes got the wicked gleam Han had been hoping to see. “Oh yeah? Think you can take me, old man?” With that, he kissed Han again, harder and more demandingly.
“Any day of the week and twice on Life Day.” This time, Han did the kissing.
In the cockpit, Chewbacca shook his head. The cubs were middle-aged by human standards, but the fires of youth had never burned out. Then again, the thoughts of his own mate, Malla, waiting for him, set his fur on end and made him wish the Falcon was even faster. It would be a Happy Life Day for everyone.
Or as the line in Beloved Exile says "A bit late and a bit west and she could have been you."
This is for
amchau who wanted Han/Luke.“Chewie, stop it! You know the instruments jump when you sing!” Han thumped a particularly out-of-control gauge.
Chewbacca growled an apology, and reminded Han that Luke and the children were singing back in the lounge.
“Yeah, but they aren’t measured on a seismic scale, pal, no matter how bad they are.” He thumped the gauge again.
Chewbacca snorted, adding that Luke’s insistence on teaching the boys the Basic translation of traditional Life Day song was having mixed success.
“They’re only four, Chewie. Besides, how long does it take for wookiees to become articulate?”
Chewbacca conceded that Hreik and Hren were doing as well as might be expected.
“I remember some of the crazy stuff I had to do to get you home during the war. Maybe this year, it will be easy. I know, it’s been too long.”
It had. Twenty Life Days had come and gone since Endor, and Chewbacca had made it home less than a handful of times. Han had gone with him only twice. He was looking forward to being home for a nice long visit, maybe even permanently. He hadn’t told Han yet. His Life-Oath-Friend had a mate and children and had settled into a reasonably safe routine now that he was late middle aged. He no longer required large furry back-up.
“Keep an eye on things, Chewie. I’m going to go see what mischief they are getting up to.” Chewbacca nodded, and made a show of checking the instruments so that Han could not see his expression.
In the lounge, Luke was sitting on the floor, one boy on each side of his lap, telling them about Life Day. “The Life Tree of Kashyyyk is the heart of the planet. The Imperials searched long and hard to find it. They wanted to cut it down, so that the wookiees would give up and be willing slaves. Cutting down the Life Tree would have devastated the planet. But they never found it. You know why?”
The boys looked up at him with big eyes and shook their heads.
“Because the Life Tree isn’t a real tree. It’s a place inside,” Han said, sitting down on a chair nearby.
“A place inside of you,” Luke clarified. “A place inside of me. A place inside all the wookiees. They go there for ceremonies. I’ve been there many times, using the Force.”
“But Daddy doesn’t believe in the Force,” Hren looked confused.
“No, but he believes in the Life Tree. That’s enough to get him there. And he believes because your uncle Chewie believes.”
Han shifted uncomfortably. The Force still made him uneasy, even at this late date. He didn’t mind Luke or the boys using it, but to actually believe in it, and use it to travel—that he couldn’t even think about. He just knew that when he joined the family for the holiday, and stared into the glass ball, he went wherever the wookiees went.
“So, when we arrive, there will be food and gifts, and then we will go to the Life Tree.”
“What will we do there?” asked Hriek.
Han spoke up again. “The wookiees will sing to the Tree, encouraging it to another year of growth and thanking it for last year.”
“They will give some of their energies to the Tree, and drawn back some from it. Then we will return to the house, and there will be more food and stories.”
Han tapped the chrono. “And right now, you’re had your bedtime story, so off with you.”
“But Daddy, it’s only 1700,” Hren protested
“1700 ship’s time. It’s 2200 by Yavin time, which is what you woke up on. See?” Han indicated Hreik’s huge yawn. The boys hugged Luke then got up and hugged Han before heading back to the passenger cabin with a double bed.
Han got up and offered a hand down to his mate. Luke took it and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet and into Han’s arms.
“Do you always have an ulterior motive, Han?” Luke asked, punctuating his question with a light kiss.
“With one eye on the main chance and my profit margins, kid,” Han agreed, with a more intense kiss. “Your sister was right about me, you know.”
“Which time?” Luke kissed his neck. “The mercenary?” This kiss went into the hollow of Han’s throat. “The stuck-up nerf herder?” That kiss went on the sensitive spot behind Han’s ear, and made him shiver. “Or the scruffy looking part?” He kissed Han full on, long and deep and slow, tasting his beloved bondmate and shoving hands into the thick iron-grey hair to pull him even closer.
When Luke finally let go, far too soon for Han’s tastes, Han fixed him with a steely mock-glare. “Pull that again, junior, and it’s your bedtime, too.” He punctuated this with a light swat.
Luke’s eyes got the wicked gleam Han had been hoping to see. “Oh yeah? Think you can take me, old man?” With that, he kissed Han again, harder and more demandingly.
“Any day of the week and twice on Life Day.” This time, Han did the kissing.
In the cockpit, Chewbacca shook his head. The cubs were middle-aged by human standards, but the fires of youth had never burned out. Then again, the thoughts of his own mate, Malla, waiting for him, set his fur on end and made him wish the Falcon was even faster. It would be a Happy Life Day for everyone.
