inspired from tumblr post i don't remember. #trans!luke, #fluff, #established relationship

rated pg-13 for sexual references and language

art creds: jayessart - tumblr

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"Damnit!"

    Han flinched at the shout from across the hanger, the Corellian pulling back the goggles on his face and brushing his hair back before grimacing at the sticky engine grease that thickened through the locks and brushed against his fingers. He heard a curious Wookiee growl from above the ramp of the Falcon and he pulled out from the panel he was working on to see his co-pilot standing over him.

    "What was that?" Chewie rumbled in his native Shyriiwook.

    Han rolled his eyes, pulling off his goggles completely and tossing them to the ground. "Why would I know?" He rolled out from under his beloved ship and began brushing off his grease-stained pants    .

    "Sounded like the cub," Chewie said with a knowing look, and Han did not blush, damnit.

    "What, Luke? What makes you think it was him?"

    Chewie was silent for much longer than Han expected, the smuggler instantly regretting his question when the Wookiee began huffing with faint laughter. "I've heard him yell like that before. You two don't exactly seal the door on the Falcon very well."

    Han shoved the Wookiee in the chest, but he very well might have shoved a building for all the movement that came out of his friend. He angrily shoved a finger up at the tall alien's face and put on his worst glare, which was nothing compared to Chewie's snarl but still got the job done, "You are so lucky no one else on this base is fluent in Shyriiwook."

    "Why don't you go make sure he's okay at least?" Chewie suggested, ruffling Han's hair and unintentionally disrupting the engine oil and leaving Han's hair sticking up. With a grunt, Han pulled off his tool belt and handed it to the Wookiee.

    "I hate you."

    Chewie barked in much heavier laughter as he watched his cub saunter off with an annoyed tenseness in his shoulders and his fur sticking up ridiculously on his head.

    Luke, who had been training once more, drenched in sweat and wearing only a tank top and cargo shorts, was not expecting Han at all. All that was on his mind was that his binder was growing tighter on his chest the more he exerted himself and that he was beginning to grow frustrated with his lack of progress with his saber. If only Ben had still been alive...

    "Kid?"

    Luke whirled, not used to being snuck up on and only growing more aggravated with his inability to sense presences in the Force. "Oh, Han. Hey. What's up?" He awkwardly raked his hand through his hair and tried not to wince at the cold sweat flicking from the edges of his hair and rolling down his back and through his shirt.

    "Nothing, just checking on you," Han paused, his brow furrowing in concern, "You good?"

    "Yeah, of course," Luke said, cringing at his fake chipper tone. He hated when Han saw him all grumpy, thinking back to when they had first met and Han had had called him a whiny brat. He was about to comment again when he finally noticed Han's hair sticking up with engine grease. "Uh..." He lamely gestured to his own head and watched amusedly as Han blushed and began frantically muttering soft Corellian curses while attempting to fix his hair.

    "Damn Wookiee," Han chuckled nervously before noticing Luke's discarded lightsaber on the floor. "You training?"

    Luke scoffed, "Trying to at least."

    When Han raised a confused eyebrow, Luke just sighed, "I can't seem to get the technique right. It's just annoying, that's all."

    "Well I'm sure you'll get it eventually. You're really good, Luke. I've seen you fight."

    "I know but still...I don't know," Luke grumbled, stooping to pick up his saber and clip it back to his belt. "I have to go take my binder off anyways, it's starting to get tight."

    "You're not wearing it for too long, right?" Han asked, concerned.

    Luke rolled his eyes playfully, "No, mother."

    Han chuckled. "Alright. I'll see you when you're done getting washed up."

    Luke nodded and strode off, the lightsaber dangling off his hip sparking an idea in Han's mind. As quietly as he could, he tiptoed after his boyfriend and made sure to stay out of sight. He watched Luke approach the fresher and step inside, setting his lightsaber down first before beginning to take the rest of his clothes off. Han politely averted his eyes even though he had seen Luke naked before and waited until he heard water running to make his move.

    He snatched the Jedi weapon from where Luke had set it down and darted back towards the Falcon to retrieve his tool belt back from Chewie. His feet had a mind of their own as he numbingly ran and darted up the open ramp of his ship. Chewie sat in the copilot seat fiddling with the dashboard and looked up in surprise to see Han rush in.

    "The cub alright?" Chewie rumbled, confused at Han's panting.

    "Yeah, Luke's fine. I need my tools back."

    Not bothering to ask what he was up to, Chewie tossed Han his tool belt and immediately went back to his work. Han thanked him in a rush and turned to dart down the hallways of the Falcon only to turn into the main cabin and plop onto the cot, his fingers deftly moving to retrieve a screwdriver from his belt.

    With delicate precision, Han bit his tongue to concentrate on the dull blade of the tool and the metal casing of Luke's saber. It took longer than he wanted, but when he finally finished, he leaned back with a sigh of satisfaction and gently blew away the metal shavings around the carving.

    "Han?"

    Han startled at the voice and quickly threw the saber behind his back in a hasty effort to conceal it. Just as he expected, Luke, with a head of recently wetted hair and a new outfit, turned into the room with a faint panicked look in his bright blue eyes.

    "Hey, have you seen my lightsaber? I could've sworn I set it down in the fresher but it's not there anymore. I couldn't have lost it..." Luke trailed off, biting his lip and looking around the floor of the cabin to see if he could spot the misplaced weapon.

    "Uh, sorry kid, haven't seen it," Han paused, trying not to smirk, "You could ask Chewie in the cockpit, maybe he knows?"

    "No, I asked him, he said he didn't know," Luke said, distractedly turning his back to Han and providing just the opportunity the Corellian needed. With the skill of a practiced pickpocket, Han snapped the metal ring of Luke's saber onto the back of his belt and took a large step back to avoid suspicion.

    Then, with the most fake excited voice he had ever put on, he shouted, "Oh there it is, kid! Can't believe you didn't even check behind you."

    Luke whirled in confusion only to yelp at the thump of the swinging saber against his upper thigh. "What...it can't have..." Luke stuttered before fumbling to unhook the saber in confusion.

    Han wasted no time in holding in his embarrassed blush, darting around Luke and out of the hold. "Alright, glad that's figured out. See you around, Luke!"

    Luke blinked, "Huh? Han, wait, you—" Luke stared after his boyfriend in disbelief, not sure what to do before he suddenly felt strange dents in the casing underneath his fingertips. Baffled, he looked down and was shocked to find a inscription near the activation plate that definitely hadn't been there before.

    Keep doing great. ♡ you.

    Tears welled up in the young man's eyes and he smiled blindingly, holding the saber close to his heart and humming in adoration. Leave it to Han to cheer him up when he was feeling down. Force knows he didn't deserve someone as sweet as him.

    He couldn't wait to tease him about how sappy he had gotten over the years they had been together.

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something short, sweet, and heart-warming i've had in my drafts for a while. :)

thought i'd post something cause it's my birthday and i'm in a good mood. i'm officially the same age as luke and leia in a new hope (19)!!! that's so crazy to me, especially since i've been posting sw fanfic on wattpad for five years now.

also, i'm late, but i wanted to express my sorrows at the passing of peter mayhew. i met him at a convention a few years back and he was very kind. he was a staple of my childhood and i hope he rests in peace.

lots of love <3

- lucky_ducky_123