A series of short Han/Leia fics from the perspective of the best Wookiee friend and Life Debt partner you could ask for. Originally posted on Tumblr for Scoundress Saturdays.

Han and Leia's missions tend to go wrong at some point. They don't tend to go wrong before they even leave the base, however. Pre-ESB, Han/Leia.

These things a Jedi shall not know. Now more than ever. - A horror story.

They have conversations like this a lot: winding circling ouruboros conversations that sometimes solve things and sometimes don't and mostly just exist to make them both feel better about - well, everything.

"I thought about Yavin," Luke says. "It'd feel right, going back to Yavin."

First, have breakfast. None of them would be getting far on an empty stomach. Then take Luke to the medship. Then come back and drag Han out of whichever of the Falcon's air ducts he'd gotten stuck in - or maybe she'd have a shower before she did that.

Luke thinks of himself as "the last of the Jedi" for far too long.

Luke has begun to measure time not by clocks or calenders, but by the times he gets to see his wife.