Since we're working with Disney canon (and fixing what needs fixing), here's a Disney canon / Epic Love 'verse wedding on Endor. Written for HanLeia Appreciation Week 2017, Favorite Song/Lyric, using the song "Kiss Me" by Sixpence None the Richer as the inspiration.
Beneath the Milky Twilight
Almost nobody had bet on a wedding.
Wedge and Tycho had come the closest; they'd bet on an engagement, although even they didn't think it would be announced for a while. There had to be some reason Solo and the Princess kept sneaking off together with serious faces, then returning all smiles and hugs and meaningful looks.
The other Rogues were betting on explanations of a much cruder sort: would someone catch Han and Leia en flagrante in the woods somewhere? Would they appear at one of the many post-Endor battle briefings late, bearing telltale love bites on their necks or leaves in their hair? But none of them had bet on an actual wedding. On Endor. In two days.
Leia had started to doubt the wisdom of telling the Rogues anything, but Luke assured her that they would be more helpful with the preparations if they weren't wasting their time trying to figure out what was going on (or trying to catch her and Han having sex in a tree or something).
Their plans were a bit sudden, Leia admitted, but once they'd decided to marry, it felt like it made no sense to wait. Han knew about her parentage and loved her regardless; they had a rare break in the action in the wake of the Endor victory; it felt like they'd already waited long enough for each other. And this was a beautiful place, with most of the people Han and Leia considered family and friends already here.
So they were doing it. And now they were both splitting their attention between post-Endor battle plans and wedding logistics. One of which had Leia a bit stymied.
"What's with the long face, sweetheart?" Han asked her. They were eating dinner in the Falcon and talking details. For what was supposed to be a rather simple ceremony, there sure seemed to be a lot of things to talk about. I just wanted to get married, Han lamented in his head, but he recognized that this was nothing compared to the big state affair that would normally be a royal wedding. He was getting off easy.
Leia frowned and gestured to the dress the Ewoks had given her. "This dress. It was lovely of them to give it to me, but…it's just not what I think of for a wedding dress." She scrunched her face up a bit.
Han grinned. "Well, I'd marry you in that," he said, indicating the Alliance uniform she was wearing, "but you should at least get to have something special. We'll get you a dress."
Leia raised an eyebrow. "In a day and a half."
"I'm very good at finding things, Sweetheart. We'll get it done."
Leia looked dubious. But she trusted him.
The next day, the Rogues were hard at work on some setup that Han really hoped was not going to electrocute everyone. Chewie kept chasing Han out of the Falcon, claiming he needed to practice his toast. And Han couldn't seem to find a dress for Leia to save his life. By the time afternoon rolled around, he was almost relieved to have a briefing with the Pathfinders.
Kes Dameron lingered a bit after the briefing. "General," he greeted, "I hear you need a dress." His face had a teasing expression, and Han thought Kes was probably going to add to the good-natured ribbing he'd received about his search. Han nodded and grinned.
But Kes was serious. "I commed Shara. She's on her way to the Princess now."
"Are you sure?"
"Your Highness, I would be honored. It's just been taking up space in the bottom of my trunk since the honeymoon." Shara smiled at Leia. "And besides, after Poe, I doubt I'm ever going to fit into that thing again."
Leia fingered the pale pink chiffon overskirt, covered with a sprinkling of appliquéd flowers. If it fit, it would honestly be perfect. Alderaanian wedding dresses were either pale pink or pale blue, and this dress was lovely but simple enough for an outdoor ceremony.
She and Han had discussed Alderaanian and Corellian wedding customs briefly, and Leia had realized that she almost was hesitant to incorporate some of them. She missed her parents so much right now; it hurt to think of the traditions they wouldn't be here to carry out with her.
In the end, she had asked Han to take care of majority of the planning, announcing that the only things she was going to do were get dressed, do her hair, and get married. Han seemed to be doing all right with it; she'd seen him in close conversation with Carlist Rieekan, as well as giving Luke some kind of urgent assignment. And the important thing was that they would be married, no matter what traditions they chose to uphold.
Well, at least there was one tradition she could pull off. Shara's dress was perfect.
Endor was especially beautiful by twilight, the treetops outlining a deepening blue sky and the first flickers of starlight. At the foot of the Falcon's ramp, Carlist Rieekan waited for Leia to emerge.
She walked down the ramp, and he smiled broadly, extending his arm to her. "You look beautiful, Your Highness," he said.
She did. Her blush-colored gown had a lace bodice and a chiffon skirt accented with fabric flowers. The skirt had been a bit long, so Shara had suggested trimming the bottom to shorten it. The leftover material had been turned into ribbons and wound into Leia's braided updo.
She gasped as they drew closer to the clearing. They'd invited everyone who was on Endor, the High Command, and all the Alderaanians in the Alliance who could safely make it to Endor with less than two days' notice. She'd expected a crowd, but she hadn't expected—
The guests and the Ewoks had formed a sort of honor guard on either side of the path leading to the ceremony site. She couldn't greet each guest personally, but she smiled and nodded as she came down the line. She was glad to be on Carlist's arm; she had expected to be emotional, but thought Han might get the wrong idea if she showed up to marry him bursting into tears.
The Rogues' creation, a series of lights wound through the trees around the ceremony site, had taken every spare bulb available, but was clearly worth it. Provided it didn't burn down the forest.
She began recognizing more of the smiles that greeted her as they walked up the path. When she reached Wedge, he took a step out of the honor guard formation and grinned at her.
"Commander," he said, and winked.
"Commander," she returned with a nod.
He pulled a small bouquet of flowers from behind his back. "Corellian tradition," he said, handing them to Leia. They were wound with ribbons of green, the Corellian wedding color.
"Thank you," she said.
He squeezed her hand. "Thank your husband," he said, and winked again before stepping back into line.
She could see Han waiting for her, next to Mon Mothma, who was to perform the ceremony. And around him was—a tent. An Alderaanian wedding tent. Holding the four posts were Luke, Chewie, Lando, and Tycho. After Carlist kissed her cheek and put her hand in Han's, he took the fourth post.
"Hi," Han said, almost shyly.
"Hi." She squeezed his hand. "You did this?" she asked, indicating the tent, the decorations.
"Had help," he shrugged. There was the crooked grin she loved.
For a moment, Leia thought she was going to cry, but then she couldn't stop smiling. It seemed to be catching; for a minute, she and Han just held hands and smiled at each other sappily.
Mon looked at them with amusement, then started the ceremony.
She explained the purpose of the wedding tent, its symbolic shelter for the couple in their journey through life together, and the commitment each of the beings supporting the tent was making to support Han and Leia.
"Didn't think it was such a thing," Han muttered quietly. "Just thought it was pretty." Leia suppressed a laugh.
Then there were the vows, as they promised by the stars and the Force to love, cherish, and support one another all the days of their lives.
The rings looked suspiciously like former engine parts, thought they had been melted and shaped slightly to look less like that. But somehow they fit, and Leia wore hers with pride.
Then Mon pronounced them joined forever, by the power of the Alliance to Restore the Republic and the future Alliance of Free Planets. She smiled at them. "Now give everyone what they've been waiting for and kiss."
Han pulled her close, and their lips met. My husband, Leia thought. My husband. Their kiss deepened, and she felt his strong arms around her. Behind them, the Alliance was cheering.
Now she was crying. It looked like he was too.
After the toasts, after the laughter, after it all, it was the two of them, dancing in the starlight and sharing another kiss. "My husband," Leia whispered.
"My wife," he said, and kissed her again.
Kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band, and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon sparkling
So kiss me…
-"Kiss Me," Sixpence None the Richer
