ANH HEADCANON

Han Solo stared in the mirror of the 'fresher that he had been given inside his assigned Rebellion bunk. His brown hair was disarrayed and he pressed it back with a comb, scowling at his reflection.

'What is wrong with me? Since when do I care about my looks? And why am I still with this pitiful rebellion?' Han thought to himself.

He sighed, adjusting his vest and walking out...to run into a small form that emitted a yelp and collapsed at his feet.

The Corellian blinked, looking down at the heap of farmboy groaning by his boots.

"Luke?" Han asked, trying to control his breathing when those wide blue eyes found his hazel ones.

Pink blossomed around the kid's cheeks and he awkwardly ran his hand through his golden locks. "H-Han. Hey...I didn't know you were in here."

"These are my quarters." Han said with a raised eyebrow.

Luke went even pinker, blushing so hard that he refused to meet Han's gaze now. "I...I knew that."

Han chuckled and offered his hand. "Here, let me help."

Luke took the hand gratefully and got to his feet, brushing off what was still...was he still wearing that pilot uniform?

"Uh, no offense kid...but are you ever gonna change? We have a medal ceremony to get to you know." Han noted.

Luke hesitated on his words..."Yeah, that's kinda why I came in here." His hand went to his neck and he rubbed it awkwardly, his blue eyes still looking anywhere but Han's face.

Han was confused for a moment before he began to chuckle. The kid didn't have any clothes.

'Of course he doesn't! We did practically pluck him straight off the farm.' Han smiled as he remembered meeting Luke back at that cantina on Tatooine.

"You want to borrow something to wear, don't you?" He questioned, already knowing the answer.

Luke shifted his feet, his long, untidy blonde hair falling into his face. "Only if you can. Something...I don't know, Leia said the event was formal. I've never dressed formal before."

Han shook his head and ruffled the top of Luke's head, smirking as the boy turned an even darker red. Any more and he would probably match the color of one of those Imperial guards.

"Sure, I got clothes kid. Corellian style though. And based on your size..." Han bit his lip, looking down at the small, lanky frame that stood before him, almost a head shorter than him as well. "Wait right here."

Han quickly darted out of the room and towards his precious ship, the Millennium Falcon, where his best friend Chewbacca was messing with a few wires.

"Chewie!" Han called, grabbing the Wookiee's attention. Chewbacca glanced down at his friend and roared in Shyriiwook, asking why he wasn't ready for the ceremony yet. "Yes, I know buddy, I'll be ready in a minute. But the kid needs some clothes, think we got anything?"

Chewie thought about it and then gestured for Han to give him a second. Han waited patiently, still glancing back at where he had left Luke.

Finally, Chewbacca came back with a handful of different outfits, growling about how he wasn't sure exactly just how large or small Luke was since all humans were small to him.

Han rolled his eyes at his friend's quip at his height again and thanked him, turning back to his quarters. When he returned, he found Luke sitting on one of the beds, staring around the bunk and just taking it all in.

Noticing that Luke still didn't know he had returned, Han took the opportunity to tease the boy. Walking slowly, he moved forward and dropped all the clothes in his arms directly on top of the blonde muss of hair.

Luke reacted instantly, yelping in surprise and whacking the fabric with his hands as if it was attacking him. Han laughed at the kid's reaction and carefully picked all the clothes back up.

"Come on, you know Her Worshipfulness will hate us both if we're late. Try some of these on." Han said.

Luke nodded and picked up a shirt, staring at it and adjusting the sleeves. Then he realized he had to change...in front of Han.

He glanced towards the 'fresher, but he knew Han would tease him about being so self-conscious. All he was doing was changing his shirt and pants. It wasn't like Han was going to see anything...right?

"You need help or something, kid?" Han teased.

Luke chuckled nervously. "No. Of course not."

Hastily, Luke unzipped his pilot uniform and stripped down to just his boxers underneath.

Distracted by undressing, Luke didn't notice how Han's face turned red and his eyes riveted on Luke's bare chest.

The smuggler cleared his throat and moved towards the 'fresher, muttering about how he forgot his hair comb.

Luke smiled faintly at Han's reaction and felt slight relief at being able to dress alone. He picked up the first pair of pants he saw and slipped them on, fastening the button around his waist.

He looked down at them and then gasped. The ends of the pants were folded underneath his feet, way too long to fit his short height. He bent over to try to maybe roll them up, but it only ended up looking ridiculous.

Han came back in then, startled to see Luke still had no shirt on. But what really caught his attention was how long the pants were on the kid.

He fought back a laugh as Luke attempted to fix them. "Let's try a different pair, huh?"

Luke looked up at the words and then smiled sheepishly. He pulled off the pants and then threw them to the side, looking through the pile of clothes for another pair.

Han came over and helped him look, finally settling for a brown pair with a yellow stripe down the side. They were relatively small and he had been meaning to get rid of them soon because they no longer fit him, but looking at Luke...

"Try these, junior." Han said, tossing the pants to the boy. Luke caught them deftly, holding them out before him and examining them.

"Okay." He said, unbuttoning them and pulling them on. They slid on perfectly, almost as if they were made for him. He smiled and looked up at Han with a note of thanks.

"Now I just need a shirt." Luke said, biting his lip. His hand grabbed a white, button-up, long-sleeved shirt, similar to Han's own, but as soon as he threw it on, the sleeves went way past his fingers and the waist line went to his thighs.

Han couldn't hold back the laughter this time. Luke scowled and Han wiped the tears of mirth away from his eyes. "Let me help you, kid."

Moving forward, Han peeled the shirt off of Luke and picked up another one that was undoubtedly smaller. It was a black, collared shirt, simple but attractive. Luke took it from Han, keeping his dignity by dressing himself, and smiled as it fit perfectly.

Han looked the kid up and down and then leaned forward, popping his collar out just a bit to allow a peek of his chest. Luke closed it immediately. "No." He said in an embarrassed tone, his face pink again.

"Fine. But at least take these." Han said, handing him a pair of boots and a blaster holster to attach to his belt.

Luke slid on the boots and hooked the holster, studying himself rather self-consciously. "You look fine, Luke."

"I know, I just...something's missing." Luke said, sounding rather depressed.

"Trying to impress the princess or something?" Han asked, trying to keep the jealousy out of his voice.

Luke shrugged distractedly, then realized what the question had been. "What!? No!"

Han smirked. Then he sat ram-rod straight, an idea striking him. "I know the perfect thing!"

He darted out of the room and then right back in, holding a soft, bright yellow jacket in his hands. Luke stared at it and then broke into a grin. He took the article of clothing greedily and threw it on over the black shirt. He adjusted it around his shoulders and then did a spin for Han to see.

"What'd you think?" Luke asked.

     Han's eyes widened and he sucked in all of Luke's adorableness. His striking blue eyes, his dark blonde locks, and those soft lips.

Without thinking, Han gripped the kid by his collar and pressed him towards the wall, kissing him firmly. Luke jerked at first, surprise taking over him at the sudden attack.

However, it wasn't long before he melted in Han's embrace, gasping at the feeling thudding his heart through his chest.

When they broke apart, they looked at each other breathlessly.

"You know Han..." Luke gasped. "The Rebellion should be giving you a 'Best Kisser' medal instead."

Han erupted into laughter and ruffled Luke's hair. "Come on farmboy, we have a ceremony to get to."

Luke grasped Han's hand as he began to walk off and smiled lightly. "Together."

Han's heart melted at the kid's pleading look and he pressed another, lighter kiss to Luke's temple. His grip tightened on the much smaller hand in his grip, stroking the back of it with his calloused thumb.

Luke's head fell on Han's shoulder lovingly and they strode out of the bunk together, ignoring the shocked stares of rebels around the base.

However, deep down, no one was really surprised.

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A/N

This is one of my personal faves so it's only right that this would be chapter 1.

Enjoy!

Also added an old video of mine that I made for Han/Luke as a treat. :)

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