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Surprise, Surprise

Luke awoke to a soft knock on his bedroom door, comfortably nestled beneath a bundle of blankets.

“Yes?” he called groggily.

“Luke?” his father called. “I have made you breakfast.” That’s odd- why would his father make him breakfast?

Oh, that’s right.

Luke yawned and stretched as he sat up, casting the blankets to the side and rising.

“Coming,” he said, then walked around his bed, quickly changed clothes, and opened his door. He found his father standing in front of him, awaiting his arrival.

“Happy birthday, son,” his father said simply. Luke smiled, appreciating his father’s words.

“Thank you, Father,” he said. “But you don’t have to make a big deal out of today.” Although he couldn’t see it beneath his mask, Luke swore he could feel his father smile.

“We shall see. Come.” He guided Luke to the kitchen, where Luke, suspiciously, couldn’t smell any food cooking.

Then, laid his sleepy eyes on a sight that sent stars tingling throughout his entire body, certainly waking him up.

“Han!”

Luke’s friend gave him one of his trademark smirks as Luke came running for him, arms wide open. He hadn’t seen his friend in weeks, as he was off on a mission for Chewie and his family, and Luke had missed him dearly.

Especially considering Luke had just recently realized he was in love with him.

“Hey, kid,” Han said as Luke threw his arms around him. “Happy birthday.” Luke flashed him a brilliant smile as he pulled back to lock with Han’s mystifying hazel eyes.

“Thanks,” he said. “When did you get back? I thought you were staying with Chewie for another week.”

“Ah, got back a little early, wanted to surprise you,” Han explained, making Luke’s smile stretch even wider. “I take it Pops didn’t say anything?” Luke shook his head.

“No, you got me,” he laughed.

“Good,” Han said. “Didn’t think he would spoil it, but wasn’t sure.” Han winked, and Luke chuckled. “Come with me, we’re taking a little ride in the Falcon.” Luke looked back to his father, who nodded his head and waved his hand.

“Go, son,” he affirmed. “You have earned this day.” Luke smiled and gave his father a hug, to which his father awkwardly tried to return.

“Thank you, Father.” Luke pulled back and his father set a gloved hand on the side of his face and ran a hand over his hair, and Luke gave him another smile.

“Alright, enough with the mushy shit,” Han said, probably only partly joking. “C’mon, got a copilot seat waiting for ya.” Luke felt the corners of his mouth turn up again, and he accepted Han’s invitation to be escorted, looped his arm through Han’s, and followed him out.

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Luke had no idea where Han was taking him, but after about twenty minutes of guessing, he figured he should stop wasting his energy- Han could be taking him anywhere.

The two chatted the entire way, Han telling Luke of his mission and Luke telling Han of the projects he’d been working on with his father. Just as always, it seemed they never ran out of things to talk about.

When they finally landed, Luke felt something suspicious tingling in the air, even without using the Force. He looked out the windshield to the planet they had landed on, then over at Han, who gave him another trademark smirk.

“Follow me,” he said playfully, leading Luke outside.

The two walked down the ramp to meet another special guest on the ground. Wedge stood there smiling, looking mischievous, and nodded at Han.

“How’s it goin’, Wedge?” Han asked as the two shook hands.

“Good, you?” he asked. Han just smirked.

“Better now that I’ve got the birthday boy.” Luke rolled his eyes.

“It’s really not a big deal, Han,” Luke brushed off.

“Luke, you’re twenty-five, that’s a quarter of a century!” Wedge argued. Luke scoffed.

“Thanks for making me feel old,” he played. “Good to see you.” Wedge smiled, reaching out to embrace his old friend.

“Good to see you too, Luke. C’mon, we’ve got something to show you.”

Could it be they fixed up his old X-Wing? Or found some artifact from the Ewok village he’d want to keep? Luke always wished he had some memento of the Ewoks, but figured it would be an unlikely present. What could they be showing him?

Then, Han opened the door to an odd-looking warehouse for Luke, and he gasped as he saw the sight before him.

“Surprise!” Shouted the remaining members of Rogue Squadron, along with a few other assorted friends of Luke’s from the Alliance. “Happy birthday!” Luke’s smile grew to a full beam.

“What?!” he laughed as he stepped forward, then looked back to his two friends behind him and found them smirking. He pointed at them, eyebrows raised in a silent question. The two nodded, and Han motioned for him to walk forward.

“Well, go on, then!” he said. Luke gave him and Wedge a knowing look, mouthing out a “thank you.” He did just as he was told and went inside, finding all kinds of people he hadn’t seen since the end of the war, and a huge chocolate cake with “Happy Birthday, Luke and Leia” written in icing on it.

But it wasn’t until he laid eyes on his sister, front and center of the crowd, that he felt tears prickle in his eyes.

Leia stepped forward with a rare full smile on her face, reaching out to embrace her twin.

“Happy birthday to us,” she said, hugging him.

“Thank you so much,” he whispered, his voice husky. She pulled back and wiped a stray tear off his cheek.

“You really shouldn’t cry on our birthday, you know,” she played, eliciting a full belly laugh from Luke.

“You make it hard not to.”

“Don’t look at me, thank Han for that. This was all him,” she explained, sending more stars shooting through Luke’s being. She smiled at Luke’s equally excited and baffled reaction, then waved her arm and invited him inside further, explaining who was here and what food was available.

Luke couldn’t believe it. Han threw a surprise party? For him? How could a man he thought to be so selfish for so long have done one of the most selfless things a person could do? For Luke?

Maybe today was the day he told him…

No, no. He couldn’t. Luke was sure Han just saw him as a friend, nothing more. He couldn’t handle the rejection, especially today.

Luke went on to enjoy himself and the company of his friends immensely, leaving him feeling so very loved and cared for. He caught up with Wes Janson, played a light drinking game with a group of guests, and even saw Han and Leia talking. The two had called their romantic relationship quits months ago, but left things amicable. They both assured Luke they were still good friends, but it made Luke happy to see such sentiment in practice.

Luke couldn’t stand the thought of leaving, but as soon as every last guest had filed out and Han and Leia started taking down the “Happy Birthday” banner, he knew it was time to wind down. He helped the two clean up, then left the warehouse as it was.

“What’d you think, junior?” Han asked as they walked out, guiding Luke to the ramp of the Falcon. Luke smiled widely.

“I had no idea,” he laughed. “You guys got me.”

“Figured we might,” Han played.

“Now we just need to throw one for Han to calm his ego,” Leia jeered. Han shot her a playfully irritated look, then faced Luke. Force, what Luke wouldn’t give to have Han stand here and stare at him forever.

“Could I take you back to your Pops? Leia’s gotta start on her glitter thank you notes.” Now Leia shot Han the same look, then rolled her eyes. Luke looked to Leia, almost for permission, and she nodded.

“You two go ahead, I do have to get going,” she said. Luke gave her one last hug, as did Han. Leia and Han then locked eyes, exchanging a look Luke couldn’t quite decipher. With a secret sadness, he didn’t think it would be long before they got back together.

Han then turned back around to Luke and waved him up the ramp.

“After you,” he said. Luke gave him another appreciative smile, then looked back to Leia and nodded at her.

“Happy birthday,” he told her. She smiled.

“Happy birthday.” With a feeling of great love and appreciation in his heart, Luke made his way up the ramp, Han following close behind.

“See ya, Princess,” Han called, giving Leia a two-finger salute and closing the ramp.

Luke found his way to the cockpit, buckling himself in and leaning back into the seat. He let out a pleased sigh and let his eyes close, the excitement of the day catching up with him and fading into exhaustion.

“You ready to go home?” Han asked as he sat down next to Luke in the pilot’s seat. Luke looked to his friend and nodded with a pleased smile on his face.

“Yes,” he said. Luke reached out and rested a hand on top of Han’s own warm hand, prompting the smuggler to look over at Luke.

“Thanks, Han,” he said sincerely. Han offered him one of his rare authentic smiles.

“Anytime, kid. Now, let’s get you home to your Pops.”

The two rode in silence for a while as they traveled through hyperspace, Luke resting his eyes, almost working up the courage to tell Han what was on his mind, but decided to go with his earlier logic and keep quiet today.

That was, until Han spoke up.

“Luke?” he asked, almost startling Luke at the use of his name and not “kid” or “junior.”

“Yes?” Luke said as he opened his eyes, looking over to find Han watching him.

“I, uh…I, gotta talk to you.” Uh oh, this was it- Han didn’t want to be friends anymore. Luke figured that might be the case with him breaking up with Leia and not wanting to be associated with her any more than he had to be. In addition to that, Han probably had jobs to take care of. Besides, the war was over, and had been over.

“Go ahead,” Luke said, fighting to mask the disappointment in his voice. Han released a heavy sigh, dragging a hand down his face.

“Listen,” he started. “We’ve…uh, we’ve been friends for a while now, and, uh, I…I don’t want to mess with that, but there’s…there’s something I gotta tell ya, something I should have told ya a long time ago.” Oh boy, here it came- Luke braced himself.

“It’s okay, Han,” Luke assured, being almost certain of what his friend was going to say, but gave him the proper space to talk and tell Luke himself.

“I…I’m just gonna say it,” Han said to the dashboard of the Falcon. Luke joined his gaze on the area in front of them, holding his breath. “I…I-”

“I know, Han, I-”

“I love you.”

Luke snapped his head over to meet Han’s eyes, confused to no end.

“What did you say?” he asked quietly. Han’s cheeks burned a bright red, something Luke had never seen on him.

“I said…I love you, Luke.”

Luke’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. Han? Loving him? There was absolutely no way, Luke must have drank too much alcohol.

“You…you love me?” Luke asked, floundering to confirm something. Han laughed from his belly. Surely he must have been teasing Luke, and found his reaction to be suitable for his prank.

“Of course I love you,” Han confirmed. “I love the way you see so much good in the galaxy even after all the bad you’ve seen, I love the way you smile at the ground when you’re embarrassed, I love the way your blue eyes flare when you’re riled up, I love, well…I love all of you.”

Luke felt like all the air had been sucked from his lungs. How could Han love him? Luke was a mess, and certainly not the type for Han. Did he really mean all of that?

But as Luke looked into Han’s hazel eyes, saturated with uncharacteristic shyness, Luke knew he was serious.

Han scoffed, clearly embarrassed after baring his soul to Luke.

“You gotta say something, kid. You can’t just leave me hangin’.” Luke realized he hadn’t responded, so caught up in trying to absorb the information just thrown at him and believe it as well. Luke took a deep breath, and let out the words he had held onto for a long time.

“I love you, too,” he said. Han’s eyes grew, and looked at Luke baffled. He stared for what felt like a solid minute before he spoke, faltering.

“Wait, you…you do?” Luke let out a rush of an exhale, then smiled at Han in tentative relief.

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “I really do.”

The two locked eyes, blue and hazel, until they both released simultaneously nervous and relieved laughs. The air became still again, this time the molecules mingling with excitement and hope instead of uncertainty and fear. Han unbuckled himself from his seat, never breaking eye contact, and approached Luke. He rested two fingers under Luke’s chin, tilted his face up, and leaned in faster than Luke could register.

And suddenly, they were kissing.

They, Luke Skywalker and Han Solo, were kissing, right here, and right now.

Luke reached up and looped his arms around Han’s neck, and Han deepened their kiss. Years and years of pent up passion and desire escaped through both of their lips as they leaned into each other further and further until there was no more space to close between them. They were one.

Finally, when they both had to practically gasp for air, Luke and Han pulled back and caught their breath. As they locked eyes again, they could do nothing but laugh.

“Damn, kid,” Han finally remarked. “Don’t know why we didn’t do this sooner.”

“Couldn’t exactly have done this while you were with my sister,” Luke laughed. Han threw his own head back laughing.

“Fair point.” Then, with a paralyzing rush of guilt, Luke realized a terrible truth.

“Han?” he asked. “Please don’t tell me you left her for me.” This time, Han just sighed, looking to the ground.

“Actually,” he said. “She took off after she figured it out.”

“Figured what out?” Han smiled.

“That it’s you,” he said simply. “She figured out I loved you, figured it out before I did, actually.” Luke’s gaze fell to the ground as he smiled a little as well, having no doubt his sister and her incredibly-attuned female perception untangled Han and Luke’s web of feelings before they did themselves.

“Hey,” Han said, startling Luke a little as he swept his fingers under his chin again and tilted his face up to lock eyes. “Don’t feel bad, she’s got no hard feelings.”

“She doesn’t?” Han shook his head.

“Nope, told me again today. No wild revenge plot in the making.” Luke allowed himself a little laugh, releasing the tension. He wasn’t double crossing his sister, and it sounded like she gave Han her blessing.

“So…this is okay?” Luke asked tentatively.

“With Leia? Oh yeah. With me?” Han’s smirk grew. “More than okay.” So this was it- they could be together. Han and Luke could be fully, passionately, shamelessly together. Luke smiled, leaning forward and joining their lips once again. The two lost track of time until they had to gasp for air again.

“Hey,” Han whispered as he pulled back, so close to Luke’s lips he was almost teasing him. “Got one more present for you. Wanna follow me?” Luke couldn’t even manage words as he felt spoiled, so he settled for a speechless nod and allowed Han to lead him by the hand up from his seat and back to Han’s quarters.

As the most unpredictable man in the galaxy, Luke didn’t want to even try to guess what he was about to find, and when Han reached for a mysterious item in a compartment and requested Luke close his eyes, Luke figured it would do him no good to keep guessing.

“Wasn’t sure if I was gonna give this to you,” Han admitted. “But…well, here.” Han pressed some kind of square into Luke’s hands, and when Luke opened his eyes, he realized it was a canvas.

A canvas painting of Luke, Leia, and Han.

Immediate tears welled up in Luke’s eyes. The piece detailed Han, Luke, and Leia on Endor at the Ewok village after the Battle of Endor, and it was absolutely beautiful. There they were, the unbreakable trio, the relief and excitement perfectly conveyed on their faces in the painting.

“Oh stars,” Luke whispered, then hurriedly wiped away a tear as he didn’t want the drop of moisture to ruin the piece. “I didn’t know you painted.”

“Ah, just a little side hobby,” Han brushed off, seeming to try to shrink his masterpiece to a mere experiment. “You…like it?” Luke scoffed, simultaneously shocked at his shyness.

“Han,” he breathed. “I love it. It’s beautiful.” Han smiled, but then shook a finger at Luke.

“You can’t tell anyone, got it?” Luke smiled as he looked up to Han, his face crumpled as he nodded. Luke carefully set the painting aside and threw his arms around Han, sobbing into his chest. How could someone he believed to be so selfish for so long do so many things that were utterly selfless in one day?

“Don’t get all weepy on me, now,” Han warned, of course having to lighten the mood somehow. “I already saw you leakin’ once today.” Luke let out a hearty laugh, releasing the tension in his voice. He pulled back, looking right into Han’s hazel eyes, and kissed him again. Han kissed back passionately, yet still softly.

“Happy birthday, Luke,” he said as he pulled back. Luke offered him another teary smile, twin streaks of moisture racing down his cheeks.

“You made it happy.”

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