Hoth Crushes (Luke Skywalker x Reader x Han Solo)

 I honestly just thought up of this idea after seeing some Luke Skywalker x Reader inserts popping out. There's also rarely any Han Solo ones as well and I sure am probably the only one doing this (unless you want to give it a shot or anything....)

 Takes place during "The Empire Strikes Back" right at the beginning with Hoth of course...Also, reader is a Rebel trooper...


 Star Wars (c) LucasFilm
 You (c) Luke/Han

 (Y/n)-your name
 (F/n)-friend's name





 A loud yelp howled throughout the Hoth Rebel soldiers' quarters. Many of the soldiers gasped as what they saw before them. A few went "Ooooo!!!!" They were bouncing up and down upon the scene.

 One of the soldiers sitting on his bed before you laid a hand on his face, rubbing his cheek. The cheek was complied of a reddish handprint.

 "You didn't have to hit that hard," he growled, grimacing at you.

 You frowned at him. "You asked for it," you snapped. "I told you already once and I'm not going to repeat myself for it. For an army of soldiers, you sure do act like little boys on the playground."

 "Not my fault if you can't control your hormones around him," the soldier said.

 Two of the soldiers saw you prepare to raise your hand again. They were ready to intervene when you snickered as the soldier you slapped flinched at the rise of your palm.

 "Well, I guess that means you better watch out," you jeered. "Or this will be coming back to you again."

 The soldier nodded. "Ok, geez..." He then smirked. "But I still might inquire..."

 Your fingers grasped around your blaster.

 "...about if the drills are going to be around 3. Look at the time! I better check it out!" The soldier leaped out of the bed and marched right out of the room.

 Many of the soldiers did the same, leaving you with your friend behind. They knew better than to be around you since no one would dare lift a finger or attempt to sneak in on your conversation with your friend, concerning about the circulating rumor flying around the base.

 Apparently, someone had caught word of you confessing to your friend that you had a crush on someone here...someone of an elite status. They all turned to one another, wondering who that crush could be.

 This was what worried you a bit. As much as someone of the elite status could mean particularly anyone higher than a soldier, it meant though possibly someone most likely to be a significant leader.

 Though you were a bit skeptical as many of the leaders were all handsome in their own way. Most likely, everyone would think you were crushing on the ones advising alongside with Leia but you were just iffy about if they found out it was actually...

 "Hey, you ok?" your friend asked.

 You nodded. "Yeah, it's just...when he told me that he knew...." You rolled your eyes. "I got scared that he knew who it was. Well, I guess it really shouldn't matter. I mean, nobody really knows who it is...they're all just assuming that it's one of the leaders...but that could mean anyone."

 "But you're scared that someone is eventually going to find out it's actually someone that they never expected," your friend said.

 You sighed. "Yeah. I'm just...paranoid?" You shrugged. "(F/n), if you heard the rumor and I didn't tell you who I liked, who would you assume it to be?"

 "I honestly don't know," your friend said, thinking about it. "I mean, maybe Jerold since he's a bit of an expert pilot and I know many girls talk about him but he's not really your type either...it's a hard pick."

 "That's the good thing," you snickered. "It could almost be anyone. Though, I wouldn't mind if they think the answer is Jerold. He's not bad looking but...he's not the one I like."

 Your friend agreed. "Yeah. It would be really funny if they found out who you really like...but I think he won't be on anyone's top unusual ones. Everyone focuses on the most attractive, you know what I mean?"

 You gulped but nodded again. "Yeah."

 Thank the galaxy for that. Nobody probably would suspect even him to be the crush. Or err...crushes.

 It was in this case, you were safe to say that hopefully nobody would suspect that Luke Skywalker was the guy you were crushing on. Yep, the hero who destroyed the Death Star turned lieutenant commander had taken a hold of your woman heart.

 Even the rest of the female soldiers perhaps couldn't process such a thing like that to occur. He was cute but not hot material. Some of their eyes laid on the famous smuggler, Han Solo. Which sadly, you liked too.

 Luke, however, came to your mind one day as Leia presented him as the new lieutenant commander on Hoth. And all attention was centered on him. Han did from time to time drift on your mind but something about that farmer boy couldn't make you stop thinking about him.

 He was so different than what Han usually attracted the girls: all bad boy, handsome, rough, tough and cool. Luke was the opposite: cute, adorable, shy, courageous and determined. He seemed to have a knack for having a friendly approach, unlike Han who stared at you with what do you want?

 The light saber wielder had token hold of your mind, as you hoped and thought of ways you could talk to him.

 Only 1) you were gonna kill whoever heard about you confessing your crush and circulating the rumor and 2) what if he didn't feel the same about you?

 Obviously, as much as you sometimes daydreamed about Han, you knew there was no way he would return the feeling. Han liked his women hard to get, outgoing and confident. You were just shy of ever leveling up to that a bit. Not to mention, the whole thing apparently of him having a thing for Leia.

 Luke scared you. He was friendly and nice but you were frightened about if once you told him, he would reject you. As least not as mean as Han, but you felt in your heart, you didn't want to hear the words no from him.

 You wouldn't mind still being his friend but...these feelings you had for him...you were just crushed. Just like with Han.

 "I'm going out TaunTaun riding a bit," you said, heading out the door.

 "What? Really?" your friend inquired. "It's freezing outside though. There's suppose to be a snowstorm soon...I think it's best if we stay inside."

 "It's just for a bit," you said, genuinely. "Won't be long. If the wind picks up, I promise I'll come back."

 "Just be careful," your friend said. "Or if you don't come back, I'll have Leia send out a scout patrol and Han will rescue your butt."

 You laughed. "Ok."




 Your TaunTaun yelped as you pulled on the reins. You glanced around the landscape before you. It was the view of a wonderful white wonderland. No trees, for sure, but it looked lovely with the way the sun was high in the air, lighting all the snow and mountains in the distance. Behind you, stood the base, camouflaging with the environment.

 Sure, it was a frozen wasteland but it was also a delicate icy biome, its hidden gems of the chilly caves of the Wampas covered with the snow and light blue glacial walls.

 How would it become a soon to be battlefield between two warring factions, each thirsting for a control of the galaxy (well, mostly the Empire). Still, it was better in a desolate planet than have anyone harmed in a town. Especially considering how the Empire liked to deport its Stormtroopers in them to hunt for any Rebel spies.

 You took a deep breath of the icy wind that blew pass you. You shivered a bit from the cold, feeling your lungs warp the chill throughout your whole body.

 You prepared to pull your TaunTaun to explore some more when you spotted another Rebel trooper heading your way, on a TaunTaun as well. He had on his goggles, hiding his identity to you.

 You frowned as you remembered your friend's words upon her warning of the snowstorm and sending a scout patrol. Yet, there was no snowstorm approaching. So, maybe the Rebel trooper was scouting around on his own as normally what the Rebel troopers did out. Yet, he was heading toward you. Was it some sort of message he was going to send?

 You gulped, hoping that it wasn't what you thought it was going to be.

 The rider halted his TaunTaun as he was next to you now. He slid off his goggles. You recognized his face now.

 "Luke, what are you doing here?" you asked curiously.

 "I spotted a meteorite landing here. I'm out on a search to look for it," Luke replied.

 You nodded, holding tightly onto the reins. Of course he wouldn't come out here to check on you or anything. Why would you think that? He was a lieutenant commander. He had plenty of important duties ordered by Leia to conduct other than check on the scouting patrols or any Rebel soldiers roaming outside the base.

 "Well, I wish you luck," you said, smiling weakly.

 "Would you like to come with me?" Luke asked. "I could use a helping hand. Best off to be in pairs if anything happens, right?"

 "Well, if you would like me to," you said, unsure whether to go or not. You wanted to go to help but at the same time, you were a bit skeptical as to go with him. He probably wouldn't make a lot of conversation which was fine as he was mostly lost in thought still...you wished you could talk about things with him.

 "It's not that far off," Luke said. "Just a few miles away. I highly think you should but if you're busy or anything..."

 "All right," you said. "I think I'll go. Generals have me stuck in the base for way too long. A nice stroll sounds good."

 Luke smiled. "Ok, follow me."

 You followed Luke with your TaunTaun over to where the possible meteorite was. Surprisingly though, for some odd reason, you both looked all around the area but can't seem to find it. Luke pulled out his binoculars a couple times to scan the area.

 "Hmm, I could of sworn I indicated this was where it was," Luke said, frowning a bit.

 You shrugged. "Lost track?" you suggested.

 "Can't be," Luke said, shaking his head. "It was right at this spot that the meteorite hit."

 Your TaunTaun yelped a bit, sensing some sort of danger. You patted it down a bit and looked around, not seeing anything around you.

 "It's all right, girl," you cooed. "There's nothing here."

 You glanced back up at Luke. He had somewhat of a pouty face, his lips pursed as his eyebrows furrowed, puffing up into a small rage, shaking his head wildly. You couldn't help but want to giggle. He looked cute like that, all frustrated over where the spot was. Add in the cold, and he was a whirlwind of confusion, annoyance and shivers. It was adorable.

 "Puff anymore up, you'll be red as a tomato," you snickered, noting of his cheeks igniting.

 He looked over to you. "The coordinates are exact," he said. "I don't know why I'm not getting a reading or a clear though that it's around here somewhere. If it's not here, I want to say it's clearly right there..." He pointed to the direction. "Yet, I'm afraid that's not where it is."

 "Then I'll go and scan about," you said, walking your TaunTaun on the way over there. You felt his TaunTaun brush up against yours, following you.

 "Umm, you know I'll be fine on my own, right?" you said. "I'm just going to take a quick peek. I'll signal back if it's there."

 "And if something happens to you?" he asked.

 "Then I signal it," you repeated.

 Still, Luke was determined to follow you as every now and then, you peeked to see him riding alongside you.

 As you got closer to where the possible location was, you couldn't help but want to ask him something. Something that wasn't important right now...but you just had to get it off of your chest.

 "Luke...do you like someone?" you inquired, curiously.

 Luke's cheeks bloomed deeply crimson. "What makes you ask that?" he questioned.

 It was now your turn to almost blush as you tried to figure out an answer. "Umm, well, it's just...I see you talking to your co-pilots and buddies sometimes...talking about all kinds of things...rarely though, do I hear anything come out of your mouth about liking someone...as all the other guys admitted they like some girl..."

 Luke nodded. "To answer that question...I guess I kind of do. I mean, I can say Leia is pretty and all...but there is indeed someone that has caught my eye now."

 "Anyone I specifically know?"

 Luke thought for a bit. "She's a little quiet. Likes to help out a lot. Never is one for giving up. Also, she loves to fly a bit in her X-Wing."

 You sighed. That could be any girl in the base, even you. It would be a battle though of the thousands of girls to pick out one that he liked. And if you messed up your calculations, you would sure have a fit.

 "She has potential," Luke admitted.

 You frowned. "What do you mean by that?"

 “What I mean is that when I see her out training, she shows that she’s willing to commit and ready to do more acts to prove her worth,” Luke said. “She’s a hard worker and always looks for solutions to problems, no matter how small or big. She deserves to be promoted at least. Huh…maybe it’ll bring her closer to me.”

 You gulped. Great. Nothing like competition. Not really but still…whoever this girl was must be really lucky.

 There’s no way that’s me, you thought to yourself. You were a bit quiet, friendly, helpful and loved flying around in the X-Wing. Yet, the other stuff he said…was a bit off from you. You still had the qualities but the way he was saying them…it was like she put in more effort than you did.

 Least I’ll be his friend. By his side, you smiled, trying to think on the positive. Then, there was always Han…but that was a whole other ball game.

 “Luke…” There was the screech of a sound creaking. You glanced down at Luke’s wrist, noting the communicator.

 “Someone’s trying to call you,” you said.

 Luke went to answer it. As he did so, you snuck on over to where the meteorite was.

 Get a hold of yourself, (y/n), you thought to yourself. Don’t show off. Just do your job as you were told. Check out the spot and that’s it. Let Luke do the rest.

 As you approached the spot, you peered down to see something buried in the snow. You rode on over to it, glimpsing to see if anything else was there. Nothing. It turned out to be nothing but a rock etched into the snow.

 So much for showing off, you grumbled.

 You prepared to turn your TaunTaun around when it went wild, barking and shrieking.

 “Hey, relax,” you said, patting its neck. “It’s ok. There’s nothing there.”

 The TaunTaun continued to wrestle about, yelping and jumping at the fact that something dangerous was heading your way.

 You heard Luke yelling and glanced toward him. He was pointing and waving at something behind you. You could barely see him though as a wind kicked up, blowing snow across your vision.

 “What is it?” you shouted.

 A huge bellow roared behind you. You turned around to see a Wampa raise its arms and strike its claws at your TaunTaun. The TaunTaun soared down with you yelping as you felt its paw slam you off straight into the ground.

 Your vision collapsed into darkness as Luke’s words of your name faded from your hearing.




 You woke up to the sound of bones crunching and a growl. You groaned as the world spun a bit before realizing you were facing the ground. And it was somehow the world was upside down.

 You gasped as you saw that you were somehow tied up to the ceiling, your feet wrapped around with some sort of ropes and latched fast onto it. You reached up to pull at it but gravity forced you back down, leaning back, waving around like a ragdoll.

 You spied ahead to see the Wampa munching on some sort of meat, busying itself in its meal. Bones from its last meal laid next to it. You gulped. It was probably your TaunTaun it was feasting on.

 Please let that just be for lunch, you thought to yourself, hoping by dinner, you’ll be free. If you could. You didn’t recall if Luke was on his way to rescue you. If anything, he would certainly send out a team to come and kill the Wampa to get you. Hopefully, he’d did it by nightfall.

 You again pulled yourself up to grab onto your feet, ready to unleash the ropes binding you to the ceiling. Your back ached and you grumbled as you swung back down.

 The Wampa noticed you and growled. Your eyes widen and your hands gripped back for the release.

 Almost got it, you said to yourself as you dived once again. Your eyes kept peeking back to the Wampa, noting its rise and rush towards you.

 You felt a couple tears drain down your eyes as you plundered forward to your feet again. I don’t want to die. Please. I’m not ready to be eaten.

 You looked around your belt for your blaster but then saw it on the ground. Great.

 You saw the Wampa raised its arm and you shielded yourself with yours, scared to see. The Wampa shrieked as something ssslll echoed throughout the cave. You opened your eyes to see the Wampa’s arm laid down on the ground. Then, you were pulled with force from the ceiling into Luke’s arms.

 “Are you all right?” Luke asked, carrying you in a bridal style.

 “I’m fine,” you said, dropping down to the ground. “We should go.”

 You picked up your blaster and followed him out of the caves and back into the snowstorm. Wait, a snowstorm?

 “I can barely see anything out here,” you roared. You felt Luke wrap his arms around you, whether in for warmth or guidance or both, you weren’t sure.

 “We’ll make it through,” Luke said, his feet plowing through the deep snow. You saw him hold in his other hand, the reins of his TaunTaun.

 He lifted you up on it and led it throughout the storm.

 Soon though, he was getting tired, freezing from the wind and snow falling all around you both. You felt your eyes grew groggily and saw him let go of the reins and fall forward. You leaped off of the TaunTaun to help him but even somehow managed to trip, twisting your ankle. You landed forward, straight into the snow.

 “Ow!” you said, holding onto it.

 Luke turned to see you clasp onto it and sat beside you. “Don’t worry, you’ll be all right,” he mumbled, turning you around and slowly grasping onto your leg.

 “Luke,” you said, seeing him lift it up but then drop it down. He surged forward and laid right down next to you, his head against your chest, eyes closed. He was exhausted, exasperated from all the cold soaking up inside both of you.

 You blushed at the sight of this. You would have been nothing but happy to see him sleeping like this beside you but it was freezing and you were both going to pass out from the frozen temperature wrapping around you.

 “Luke, come on,” you muttered, trying to pick him up. You gently patted his cheeks in hoping to wake him up. He was passed out like a baby.

 You grumbled as you laid back down, searching around the snowstorm in hopes for anyone coming to find you. You weren’t sure how long you were gone from the base but it was probably long enough to make someone worry about you not returning.

 Luke's TaunTaun barked as turned around in the snowstorm, preparing to fall down, drained like her master.

 You sighed as you shivered, a chilly wind howling around you. You lifted your head up to see Luke sound asleep, his head sprawled on your chest still.

 You smiled as you ruffled your hand across his cap.

 “Whoever this girl is,” you whispered to him. “I hope you make her happy.”

 A silent tear burned across your cheek.

 Even if she wasn’t the right one for him, you would be there to support him. He was your friend. Your lieutenant commander. You weren’t going to turn your back on him for liking someone other than you. And if she was…you would still be there. Offering your advice and help. He would have done the same for you.

 You closed your eyes and turned your head to bury in the snow, hoping perhaps maybe that the snowstorm would replenish your feelings for him, wash it all away and reincarnate into only friendship.

 That had to surpass as a couple minutes later, you heard someone yelling. You looked around to see where it was coming from. Luke mumbled in sleep, calling out names. You saw in the far distance a TaunTaun heading over to both of you. A familiar figure was on the animal. You recognized it immediately.

 “Han?” you shouted.

 “(Y/n)! Is Luke there?” Han hollered, getting off of his TaunTaun. He raced over to both of you.

 “Yeah,” you yelled back.

 “What’s wrong with both of you?” Han asked, getting Luke off of you.

 “Luke’s passed out and my ankle’s broken,” you mumbled.

 “Oh great, just what we need,” Han said, seeing Luke mutter something in his sleep and quivering. He turned over to his TaunTaun who appeared to be about passed out as well.

 “And there goes my ride,” he grumbled.

 You sneezed, rubbing your hands against your arms for warmth.

 “Don’t get sick on me now,” Han frowned. “Neither you or him.” He reached over on Luke’s belt and pulled out his lightsaber.

 “What are you doing with that?” you asked. This didn’t seem to be like Han at all. Why did he need Luke’s lightsaber in the first place?

 “Sorry, but it’s for both of your own goods,” Han said, slashing the lightsaber across Luke’s TaunTaun’s belly. Its guts rippled out into the snow. Carefully, he pushed Luke into the TaunTaun. He raced over to his and did the same. Only you obliged not to.

 “No thanks,” you said, shaking your head and already rushing off to get away. Your stupid ankle made you stop. “Yeow!”

 “Sadly, it’s the only solution for now,” Han said, lifting you up and carrying you over to his TaunTaun. "Sorry, but warm hugs aren't going to get you warm enough, if you know what I mean."

 You struggled in his grip, waving about to do anything but be dared pushed into a dead animal’s belly. Still, somehow, Han pushed you in now, and you were comforted inside the TaunTaun’s hide. It was surprisingly warm, but the smell…uck.

 “I swear, when we get back to the base,” you muttered, shaking your head, glaring at him.

 “I know, I know,” Han said. “I’ll allow you to drench me with your TaunTaun infused uniform.”

 You giggled a bit, sneezing once more. You eyed over to Han, snuggling up beside Luke’s TaunTaun, checking on him.

 You sighed.

 How did I fall for a sweet farmer boy and a ruthless smuggler? you thought. Your heart had known it wanted Luke, the kind-hearted soul who would treasure you dearly and protect you from a blaster. Your head told you Han, the feisty, rough free spirit who’s wise cracking and street smarts made you infatuated by him.

 It was a hard decision to make.

 You closed your eyes as the wind blew against you, falling asleep.




 When you woke up, you were on a bed in a shining white room with technology all around it. There were huge wrappings around your injured foot.  You smiled as you recognized the familiar designs of the Hoth base.

 Your mind wandered over to where Luke was, hoping for him to be ok. Also for Han. Poor guy was freezing his butt off to save the both of you.

 Later, your friend came by and hugged you tightly, scolding you about the snowstorm, how worried she was and was on to the point of hyperventilating until a pilot had sent word of finding you.

 She asked what happened to which you explain to the best of your abilities about meeting Luke, the Wampa, Han and the snowstorm. You even secretly told her about Luke liking someone. Her eyes twinkled when you described her.

 She already knew the answer. "It's you," she encouraged.

 "(F/n), come on, there are millions of other girls like this here," you grumbled. "I'm one in the million."

 "Aww, come on! It's obviously hinted!" your friend insisted. "He was just playing you dumb to think that it's some other girl when it's really you. Maybe he's afraid that you don't feel the same for him."

 "And if I do and it turns out, he doesn't?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

 Your friend shrugged. "I don't know. But something's telling me it's you. He wants you to know but if you don't like him..."

 You grumbled. "(F/n)..."

 "Hey, I'm just saying," your friend said.

 You and her heard the approach of footsteps coming toward your room. She snickered a bit.

 "Sounds like your boyfriend is coming," she giggled, heading out the door. "I'll go and let him know you've been dying to meet him."

 "(F/n)! Don't!" you bellowed.

 Your friend bolted out to the door and began to chat with someone. She snuck out her head back into the room and gave a wink with a thumbs up.

 You murderously glowered at her.

 "I love you too," she laughed, heading out once more.

 You groaned as you laid your head against the pillow.

 Luke appeared into the room, standing by your side. A small smile formed on your face. He looked fine. A few scratch marks were on his face but it was healing. Otherwise than that, he was pretty normal.

 "Here she is sir," C3PO said, extending his hand towards you. R2D2 strolled along his side. "(F/n) was right. She seems to be a bit more livelier now."

 "Hey, (y/n)," he said, taking a seat on a couch. "You feeling better?"

 You nodded. "My ankle's still killing me, but I'm fine. What's with your face? I never saw those marks there before."

 "Oh, before I rescued you, I got attacked by another Wampa," Luke said. "I brought it down but its claws managed to swipe at me a few times but I escaped and headed towards the caves."

 “Well, I hope they get better,” you said, your smiling widening when his reflected back at yours.

 Silence filled the room a bit before you spoke again.

 “Luke, I want to say thank you for saving me back there,” you said. “I…it’s my fault that I went way too far without you by my side. If you were with me, then maybe that Wampa wouldn’t have caught me and you’d still know where the meteorite was.”

 “It’s nothing,” Luke said. “It was either going to be me or you facing that creature. I honestly would have picked me to sacrifice. Better me than you as they say.”

 You shook your head. “Luke, no. You’re needed more here at the base more than anything. I’m just another soldier. I would have found my way out anyway.”

 Which probably was half-way true. You were on your way freeing yourself from the ceiling. Only, it seemed that fate wanted you to stay with the Wampa more than anything.

 “We can’t risk any more men or women to lose to Wampas,” Luke said. “You’re important here too.  How else are we going to fight off any of the incoming Stormtroopers? For every Stormtrooper coming out, a Rebel can fight back.”

 You blushed a bit. “Wow…thanks, Luke. I’ll keep in mind to remember that.”

 Luke nodded. “Umm….you remember that conversation we were having about that girl I liked…”

 Oh great. Here it goes. He was probably going to ask you some tips on how to approach her. Or gain her affection as your positive side said, noting of your friend’s sureness. You tried to remain neutral.

 “Yeah, what about it?”

 He was about to say something when Han came into the room with Chewie and Leia.

 “Hey, kiddo,” Han said, shuffling a hand through Luke’s hair. “You feeling better? What are you doing in (y/n)’s room? Came to check your gal pal doing good?”

 He walked over to you. “As for you, it seems that you’re looking good as well…except for the foot part.”

 “Ms. (y/n), I forgot to mention the doctor said that the ankle you twisted isn’t as fractured as it would be,” C3PO said. “As long as you don’t lean any pressure on it, it should heal up in no time.”

 “Thank you, C3PO,” you said.

 “Well, you two little angels will be all patched up in no time too,” Han said, walking over to where Leia stood.

 “You sure you don’t want to admit that you can’t seem to get enough of me?” Han joked.

 Leia’s face morphed into rage and shook her head. “Sorry, laser brain, I think that head of yours is a bit too screwed on tight.”

 You and Chewie looked to each other, bursting into laughter. As much as Han was the one delivering the lines, it was hilarious to see him get hit back with a comment directing at his not so intellectual book smarts.

 “Go on and laugh all of it, fuzzball,” Han hissed. He turned to you with a I’m watching you as well.

 Sensing that something happened, you quietly asked, “What happen?”

 “Well, me and Leia got a little thing going on in the South Passage,” Han said. “It was there she admitted all of her undying love for me.”

 “What?” Leia snapped. Her face transformed into full on anger now. “You stuck up, half-witted scruffy-looking nerf herder!”

 Han quickly turned over to her. “Scruffy-looking?” he questioned. “You sure you don’t mean the word gorgeous?”

 Leia stood silent a bit. You couldn’t help but wanted to laugh at the scene before you.

 “Looks like you almost hit close to the mark for her to get riled up like that,” Han directed at Luke.

 Leia took a deep breath before marching over to where Luke sat. “Looks like you don’t know everything about women yet,” she said.

 She leaned towards Luke’s face and kissed his mouth.

 Your heart immediately began to break into two seeing this. You knew deep down it wasn’t possible for Leia to have feelings for Luke. The act was nothing but a show-off to Han. Still, it made you feel a bit queasy watching her do that.

 Leia whipped over to Han with a sneer on her face.

 Han nodded. “All right,” he said. “Two can play at that game.”

 You frowned and turned to Luke who was still a bit smitten by the kiss.

 You then felt something wet, moist brushed against your cheek and you gasped to see Han was giving it a light kiss. He smiled and turned to her with a take that.

 Leia gapped and zoomed her eyes at your face. “(Y/n), are you all right?” she asked.

 You looked up at her. “Huh?”

 “She’s fine. It was nothing. It’s not like I…did stuff to her,” Han said, waving his arms like he didn’t do anything.

 Leia glimpsed from him to you, watching your face turn into confusion. It was the mark of traumatization.

 Han kissed you. Not Luke. No. Han. Only it was meant to be a backfire at Leia. But it felt so…nice.  What was going on?

 You glanced over to see the boys’ reactions. Han was directly gazing at Leia, proud of his work. As for Luke…his dreamlike expression formed into anger. He looked like he was about to lurch at Han and throw a knuckle sandwich.

 Leia sighed and flipped her arms up. “I think I’m needed somewhere,” she said, bolting out the door.

 The room became quiet again as Chewie’s barks filled the room. R2 let out a whoo upon the sight of seeing all three of you staying silent.

 “Umm, sorry for you having to watch all of this, Ms. (y/n),” C3PO apologized. “Master Luke, Mr. Solo? I think it’s best if we give (y/n) some rest. The doctor said rest was best needed in order for the ankle to heal.”

 “All right. See you around, (y/n),” Luke smiled, getting up from the couch and walking to the door.

 “Take care,” you said.

 You felt a hand soar into your hair and ruffle it around.

 “Stay good, sweetcakes,” Han said, winking, joining up with Chewie, C3PO and R2.

 You frowned a bit, appalled by what he just called you now. You heard someone come in. Your friend peeked her head at the side of a wall, mouthing at what happened.

 You gapped at your friend.

 “He called me sweetcakes.”



 Luke and Han walked down the corridors of the base silently, side by side. Each man was lost in thought, reflecting their thinking in their heads.

 Luke turned over to Han, sensing he was about to say something.

 “Still got a thing for her?” Han asked, grinning.

 Luke furiously glared at him.

 “What? Oh, come on, it was just a little smudge on the cheek,” Han said, pressing his finger to it like it was an example. “Nothing more. Sheesh. You that wild for her?”

 “You didn’t have to do that,” Luke said.

 “Ok, maybe I didn’t, but I gotta admit, she tasted a bit good,” Han smiled, licking his lips, snickering over the female Rebel’s face flushing at him kissing her.

 Luke horrifically looked at Han, gapping. “I…but…” Luke started. He shook his head and began again. “What about the thing with Leia then? I don’t understand…”

 Han turned to him, his grin widening. “There something wrong with having a dessert on the side sometimes?”

 Luke’s face altered to wrath, ready to hurl himself at the pilot and give him a bloody nose. What stopped him was taking a deep breath before he would really lose his cool.

 “Why do you want her?” he asked, curiously.

 Han shrugged. “As much as the princess got a thing, your gal sure does seem to have a cuteness. Not to mention, she’s a bit shy and quiet. I do sometimes tend to have a thing for the quiet ones…sweet talk to them until they open up, then that’s where you’ll find the treasure.”

 He paused a bit before adding on. “Of what she’s really like, of course.”

 “Do you think she likes you?” Luke asked, a bit frightened.

 “Kid, all I can say is, who can’t resist a handsome guy like me?” Han said, shuffling a hand through his hair. “Then again, I don’t know her type, so you're maybe the lucky one to go for it…”

 Luke sighed. “Well…I may not be a handsome, rough smuggler, but I’ll be kind hearted for her.”

 Han laughed. “If she’s into that.” He walked further down the corridor.

 “Han,” Luke began.

 Han turned around.

 “If she does pick you, don’t hurt her,” Luke said. “Please…she’s delicate.”

 Han chuckled. “And if she picks you, keep that arm around her tightly…you never know what could happen.” He turned around and began to walk again.

 “You know, I think I might stop by and check to see how she’s doing again later. Hopefully, she’s not asleep…”

 There was the sound of something being picked up and launched towards Han’s head.

 “OW! What was that for?!”