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Come To My Window
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~1k, Luke Skywalker/Han Solo, T-rating, Modern AU
Summary: Han Solo nearly gives Luke a heart attack in the middle of a quiet rainy night.
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buffshipper8490 · 1 year
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(artwork by @grassprint, used with permission)
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Explicit
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The Original Trilogy re-imagined as young Tatooine farmgirl Leia Skywalker learns the ways of the Force from old Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi and joins with smuggler Han Solo and his first mate Chewbacca aboard the Millennium Falcon to rescue Prince Luke Organa of Alderaan from the clutches of the evil Sith Lord Darth Vader and the tyrannical Galactic Empire...
Chapter 1: Prologue
Chapter 2: Title Crawl
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away... STAR WARS: THE AGE OF REBELLION It is a period of civil war. Rebel spaceships, striking from a hidden base, have won their first victory against the evil Galactic Empire on the planet of Scarif. During the battle, Rebel spies Cassian Andor and Jyn Erso managed to steal secret plans to the Empire's ultimate weapon, the DEATH STAR-- a space station with enough power to destroy an entire planet-- from an Imperial Citadel run by Director Orson Krennic, relaying them to a Rebel cruiser in orbit. Determined not to let the rebels escape, the Death Star obliterated the Citadel, and the Empire's sinister enforcer Darth Vader arrived to the aftermath of the battle in pursuit of the cruiser...
Chapter 3: Tantine IV Darth Vader pursues the blockade runner Tantine IV to retrieve the plans to the Death Star stolen from Scarif...
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TIL the first known occurrence of the bed sharing trope was from a skysolo fic from 1979
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Happy Holidays Y’all
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snakeplantships · 1 month
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I am trying to overcome a vicious era of writer's block.
Would love to try responding to prompts if anyone would like some semi-regular Star Wars shit!
Ships: Dinluke, biggsluke, wedgeluke, obikin/vaderwan, jangobi, codywan, skysolo, hanleia, armorkatan
Will write mostly anything except extremely underage sexual content and/or child abuse (it makes my heart hurt), but I'll state my boundaries if I feel the need.
Send me an ask!
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soft-warm-hoodies · 2 years
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Y’all, skysolo is crazy, im reading fics from the late 90’s-early 2000’s and there are even older ones on old archives, i have a fic rec from 2004 open that links to fics that were already on archived websites then! (thank you wayback machine)
2004 “ship manifesto” with some fic rec
Lot of links to stuff here with blurbs
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apricusapollo · 5 months
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well hello everyone I just posted hanluke oneshot based on all too well (10 minute version / short film) by taylor swift because I'm mentally ill
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writinredhead · 6 months
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skysolo tattoo!AU ficlet i found on my google drive
I literally have no recollection of writing this as i haven't logged into my fanfic google drive account for literal years, but I think past-me did something fun here, so here it is for anyone interested
“Are you really sure about this?” Luke tore his eyes away from the neon sign of the tattoo parlor they were parked in front of and back at Han in the driver’s seat. He still didn’t think it was a good idea. Even for Han, it was pretty darn stupid, if you asked him. “It’s pretty permanent, after all.” 
Han rolled his eyes, let his head fall back at the head rest, then looked at Luke “Come on, buddy, give me a break. We’ve talked about it already.” 
“Yeah…” Luke fought the urge to pinch his nose. “If you count yesterday, telling me over lunch that you’re getting your car tattooed onto your body, then, yes, we did talk about it. Ugh, I can’t believe you’re making me come along for this madness.”   
“I called and they said they can’t let me drive home myself afterward. Who else should I ask, if not my best friend, huh?”
Han looked like he was seconds away from putting on that pout. That pout, that made Luke weak in the knees and agree to just about any idiocy Han came up with. He quickly turned back at the sign that proclaimed in blinking letters that the parlor was open. 
“You could have asked Leia? It’s summer break, she’s off too.” 
“Sure. Because asking my ex to drive me home from the tat shop sounds like such a good idea…”   
“You just didn’t ask her because she’d tell you exactly what a dumb idea this is and that you’re not to come crying to her when you're back to your senses. Look me in the eyes and tell me I’m wrong.”
Han did neither. Instead he muttered something unintelligible and took great interest in rearranging the pair of dice dangling from his rear view mirror. 
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you-need-not-apply · 1 year
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Anyone else have that fear that the only reason a fanfic has made a character gender swap is so the main couple could be straight/heterosexual?
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astromech1138 · 1 year
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omg, after a decade, Elusive Lover is back online! Archived, inactive, but back online. For a long time, this was THE source for all things Skysolo.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Original Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lando Calrissian/Leia Organa/Luke Skywalker/Han Solo Characters: Lando Calrissian, Han Solo, Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa Additional Tags: Accidental Marriage, poly marriage, Woke Up Married, 5 Times Summary:
Five times Han, Luke, Lando, and Leia accidentally got married.
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As Long As It's Together With You
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~1k, Luke Skywalker/Han Solo, No Rating, Modern AU
Summary: He opens his eyes when Han’s lips brush over the rigid scar on his hairline, kissing down. “How are you liking the married life so far, Han?”
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ful-crum · 3 months
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We're Not Meant to Be Alone (SkyMandolo; 5+1; Fluff)
rated E || No Archive Warnings Apply || 98k
Luke had, apparently, found himself caught in some sort of battle. No, not really a battle. Rivalry? Competition? Some sort of contest – and winning over his affection seemed to be its goal.
A Skymandolo fic about them getting together; about family; about belonging somewhere, and how being a Jedi fits into all of these. Features a lot of silly Han, so much love, and so many healthy conversations.
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messrsbyler · 10 months
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because we don’t talk enough about modern mike wheeler writing skysolo fanfiction and posting it on ao3 and meeting online fan artist cleric-walker who draws scenes from mike’s stories, i’ve decided it is my duty to write a whole fanfiction about it. you’ve pushed me to do this
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mykingdomforasong · 8 days
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Needed to get my fanfiction groove back, so I asked @theydjarin to send me a place, a position, and time period for a skysolo fic (madlibs style).
General tags for smut, unsafe sex, probably unsanitary sex, spit as lube, and an intense swing from dirty talk to earnest conversations about feelings, all mid-fuck. Also, twin swap au.
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It was going to be a quick jump back to base. Han hated to see Leia take off on her own for some kind of Jedi training he never got the memo on, but he was glad he got to see it at all. His eye sight was mostly back now. Lando wouldn't let him pilot them off of Tatooine in the sandstorm though, so Han sat at the Dejerak table, waiting to see if the prince would join him for a game or something.
Luke had fled to Han's room and shut the door soon after they made it back to the ship. He'd been able to borrow some additional outer layers, but not many. Han hadn't actually seen him in the gold-trimmed loin cloth, but Lando mentioned it being "pretty unfortunate. It would have been hot anywhere else." Between the sand that had surely made it's way into every sensitive crack on his body, and Jabba's slimy tongue, he couldn't blame him for taking off to the shower before Han could even ask what are we?
Han tried to focus his eyes on the meter for the Falcon's water supply, which he was sure was slowly slipping down as Luke showered. Han ran a hand through his hair, trying to shake out the sand. The ship's data readings looked blurrier than they usually did at this distance. Han started to panic that the carbonite had seriously damaged his eyes.
"Your eyesight should return to normal soon," he heard Luke say. He turned. Luke was a blurry vision himself -- just a rough outline of colors standing down the hall, but still gorgeous despite the blurred edges of his frame.
Han never quite understood how he knew exactly what he was thinking. "If it doesn't, the Rebellion can help restore it. They replaced Leia's hand."
"What happened to Leia's hand?" Han asked as Luke came into focus. He was wearing his own clothes now, tan fatigues that were more well-tailored than anything the average soldier got, his wet hair combed down to one side.
"She lost it against Vader," he said simply, "trying to save you."
Han leaned back in the booth, spreading his arms across the back of the seat, inviting Luke to sit. Han was no mind reader, but he knew what Luke thought -- that he and Leia were something. Maybe they could have been, but Han's eye was always somewhere else. Once he saw the prince covered in garbage, shouting at him, he was a gonner.
"A lot happened in the last few days, then," Han said.
Luke's eyes widened before he forced his face back into a diplomatic, neutral gaze. "It's been six months, Han."
Han buried the sudden rush of existential horror that brought on, taking a deep breath through his nose to stifle the knot in gut and lump in his throat. He'd deal with that later.
"Took you guys that long to rescue me?" He tried to joke.
Luke finally sat next to him. Up close he could see the bags under his eyes, a bruise the peaked up above the collar of his shirt, and the red spots on his otherwise flawless skin.
Luke started to respond, but Han cut him off, choosing to be honest for once in his life. "You all did your best. I appreciate you coming after me like that."
Luke nodded. The air started to feel thicker, and Han felt his finger tips start to itch with anticipation. Luke was scooting closer to him, pressing the outside of his thigh up against Han's. Luke's head turned towards Han just a little; he looked the rest of the way with his eyes. There was something cunning and determined in them, and Han understood finally that this is what it looked like to be seduced by royalty. Oh if only Leia could see him now. She might have been his best friend (besides Chewie, of course), but she never had any faith he'd pull it off.
The silence between them told Han now it's your turn. He's said it twice, now say it back.
Han hooked a finger under Luke's chin and turned his head the rest of the way. "I love you," he said.
"I know," Luke grinned. Luke threw his arms around Han's shoulders, letting the romantic moment hang for just a few seconds before using the leverage to climb into Han's lap.
He felt Luke's erection press into his stomach right away. He's hard. He's been hard the whole time, Han thought, I must be blinder than I thought.
Romantic, careful kisses quickly slipped into messy, careless, and needy ones. Luke's hand was on the side of Han's face, trying to pull them ever closer.
"How long until we land?" Luke breathed.
Han tried to look past him to the controls, but he couldn't get a clear reading. "We've probably got time," he said. They were sure to be swamped the moment they landed. "If we're quick."
"Can I fuck you, Captain Solo?" Luke asked, not wasting a moment. He pressed his lips to Han's neck as he waited for an answer.
Han's brain went haywire, but his hands knew what to do. He started undoing his own pants, freeing his own erection quickly.
"That's a yes then?" Luke asked.
"I haven't showered in six months," he warned, "and I've never been fucked by royalty either."
"That's okay," Luke promised, shimmying his own pants down, "we like it dirty."
Han grabbed the front of Luke's shirt with both hands before leaning back. The booth curved, forcing him to shift awkwardly as Luke landed on top of him. He heard Luke shimmying out of his pants as he pressed his mouth back onto Han's, one hand cupping the underside of Han's thigh. But with one leg up in the air Han started to feel his lower back slip off the booth. He broke the kiss as he started to fall, trying not to make any noises that would make the whole thing more embarrassing.
He tumbled to the floor with a quiet oomph, but Luke's hands were on him soon, pulling him back up. Luke's cheeks were flushed, and his dick was still hard and waiting, not turned off at all by Han's fall. If anything, he looked more aroused.
"Let's scoot down," Han said, pulling Luke more wards the end of the booth where the cushion straightened out a little more. "It's easier here."
"Oh, is it?" Luke said, faux-betrayal in his voice.
"Sorry princess, did you think I was a virgin?" Han asked, using the moment to fully take off his pants.
"I wouldn't be surprised," Luke teased. Their lips met again, this time Luke was more teasing, biting Han's bottom lip, a hand on Han's side, manipulating his body to go where Luke wanted it.
Before Han knew exactly what Luke was doing, he found himself on his hands and knees, facing the corridor to the cockpit. It was closed, but if Chewie or Lando were inside, all they'd need to do was open the door to catch them.
"Lando is in there," Luke said. "If that makes you nervous?"
"Lando's seen me in worse spots than this," Han said. Lando had put him in positions like this, but he wasn't about to tell Luke that. "But I do have a bedroom, if you're nervous."
Luke pressed his back over Han's, his hard cock resting in the cleft of his ass. He leaned over, biting the shell of Han's ear before whispering, "I like when I get caught."
"Always been a rebellious one then?" Han said, his voice waving as he did, revealing just how much Luke exhibitionist streak turned him on.
Luke hummed an mm-hum into Han's neck as he kissed his way down.
Han had imagined plenty of time what fucking Luke would be like. In most fantasies, they were in some nice bed, fancy, bubbly wine in abundance, and they made love slowly. But they were at war, and Luke was full of surprises.
He felt Luke spit before rubbing it in, the gentle press of his fingers against Han's hole was a welcome bit of friction after leaving his hard cock so neglected.
"Whenever you're ready baby," Han said. He'd taken enough cocks in his life. He'd gotten a good look at Luke's. It was nice, but shorter than Han's own, and smaller than most of his toys. He'd take it no problem.
Luke didn't waste anymore time. He pressed into Han like wanted him to feel every minute of the last six months. "Slower," Han said.
"Sorry," Luke said, genuinely apologetic for his pace. "I should have planned better." He slowed down, letting Han enjoy the slow drag of his cock inside him, filling him up.
"There was lube in my room," Han said, before gasping as Luke bottomed out. Luke paused for a moment there, letting Han enjoy the feeling. Han could have stayed there for the rest of the war, impaled on his royal cock. Luke probably would oblige.
"Oh, I found it," Luke said as he started to move slowly, "your toys too. Borrowed a few of them."
Han groaned, overwhelmed at the thought. "I'd like to see that," he said.
"I'd like if you watched that," Luke said, promising a future. Alright then, Han thought, we've gotta end this war, and come out the other side of it.
"That's a good enough reason to keep living as any," Luke said. Maybe their heads were in the same place, or maybe Luke really was a mind reader. "Actually," his fingers dug into Han's sides, "you're the perfect reason to keep living." Luke's voice had changed -- he wasn't dirty talking Han anymore. No he was just ... talking. Earnestly, openly. The way they really never had before. They'd fought, but there was always ... subtext to it. Not now though. Now everything was just ... text.
"You'd better live through this, baby," Han said, letting himself be earnest for moment (although earnestness didn't come naturally to him, at least not when he was on the bottom). Luke was still rocking into him at a steady pace. Han could feel his arousal building low in his belly, but he wasn't near close yet. But he didn't reach down to touch himself. It felt like the wrong moment.
"Well then you'd better not let me die," Luke said.
"Never. You saved me, I'll save you." Luke kissed Han's neck, before picking up his pace. Luke reached around, finally -- finally --touching Han, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Han wasn't close before, but Luke was doing something to him that was bringing him close to the end rapidly. Maybe Luke just did that to him.
"Fuck, Luke," Han said.
"I'm gonna cum," Luke warned.
"Please baby," Han said. He figured, mind reader that he was, Luke would understand his instruction.
Han gasped when he felt Luke cum inside him, thrusting slower and slower as he released, letting Han enjoy the last few drags of his hard, pulsing cock as he did. Luke kept his hand on Han's cock as he came, and Han was quick to follow after him.
He'd never enjoyed the messiness or the stickiness of cum inside him, but Luke's was different. Luke's he seemed to crave. He wanted to blow him more than anything. He wanted to suck his cock and taste every drop of him. But he'd never particularly enjoyed going ass to mouth, certainly not after six months of carbonite. And by the way Luke was panting, he didn't think he'd be up for it either.
Luke slipped out of him slowly. Han stayed where he was, not exactly sure how to avoid getting cum stains on his own ship. Well, he thought, wouldn't be the first.
He felt Luke press his sleeve to his hole, wiping it gently with some expensive fabric, hopefully not from his home planet. "Sorry," he whispered, although he didn't sound very sorry.
"I'll shower quick," Han said, turning around now to face Luke, planting his bare ass on the seat as he reached for his pants.
"Han," Luke said. "Kiss me?"
Han didn't waste time. He let his pants fall to the floor again as he captured Luke's mouth with his own.
"I'm not lying," Luke said, "so you'd better not be either. I love you." Luke pressed their foreheads together.
"I know you can read my mind, baby," Han said. "So you know I love you too."
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"We'll be landing in just about -- whoa-ho," Lando said, leaning against the corridor wall as he stared at Luke and Han. They stared at him wide-eyed, both of them with their pants half-way off. Judging by their soft cocks, messy hair, and tell-tale smell in the air, he'd bet this ship he'd caught them after a quick and dirty fuck. "That cockpit door is more soundproof than I remember."
Lando didn't get a great look, but he was pretty sure he saw the prince's cock go hard again, just as he pulled his pants up over it.
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If there's one thing I'm gonna do, it's create an AU where Luke grows up basically royalty. Also they never take their shirts off, so they are winnie-the-pooh-ing it the whole time.
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thatsnotahoodjason · 2 years
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mike wheeler secretly writes skysolo fanfiction.
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transmascskywalker · 2 years
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i fucking love being in fandoms that have been around since the dawn of the internet i love that i can read skysolo fanfiction that’s older than i am i love that people have been talking about legolas and gimli fucking each other since before there were easily accessible websites for it i love that people have never been normal about media ever it’s so fun
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