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Title: Design Dilemma
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Han/Leia/Lando, Han & Sana
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Star Wars. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Leia and Lando are enjoying decorating their new apartment. Han has doubts.
A/N: Written for Elsajeni for the![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
multifandomtropefest exchange.
Design Dilemma:
Han isn’t even sure why Sana is here, but it’s easier to concentrate on the way she’s leaning forward in her chair and watching him with a hint of amusement than it is to try and parse out what Leia and Lando are deciding on while they’re in decorating mode. There are holoprojectors showing options against the wall of their apartment...their apartment, those words still make Han pause. How does he voice that it feels dangerous to sit still? He’s lived most of his life on the move, or on the run, and lingering one one planet or station never seems to sit well with him for long. He gets this itch under his skin to keep moving. He doesn’t have it yet, but as he watches Leia and Lando lean in to look at each other’s datapads he worries.
Is he’s going to ruin this? He married both of them and it almost seems inevitable that he’s going to lose both of them. Why didn’t he realize this before agreeing to a very public ceremony?
He watches as a smile lights Leia’s face as she scrolls through whatever options Lando’s brought up on his datapad. Then he watches Lando’s smile, that genuine smile, not his plotting or sauve one, that damn real one that makes Han want to forget decorum and kiss him hard. Han forces himself to breathe out and sink back into the couch instead of stride across the room and kiss both of them, because Lando’s eyes light up, and that smile Han loves seeing, grows wider as he takes in the delight on Leia’s face. Han knows that however the two of them decide to decorate their apartment it’ll end up looking luxurious, but tasteful. The thought makes Han’s heart sink, because living in luxury makes him more uncomfortable than the thought of forever being still.
He can still vividly remember how he needed to dirty up the Falcon to feel comfortable living on her, even though he knew she was his home the moment he laid eyes on her. Just like he knew he’d fall for Leia and Lando the moment he saw them..
And now he’s thinking about Lando’s disappointment when he saw the Falcon again, his dismay, because not all of Lando’s words in that moment had been false or bravado. What if he ends up doing the same thing to this apartment and both Leia and Lando end up hating him for it? Worse yet, what if he ends up doing something similar to Leia or Lando?
Sana snorts.
Han glances away from the two people he loves most in the universe to take in her face. She no longer looks amused.
“I’m not even sure why you’re here,” Han tries.
“Moral support since Chewie couldn’t make it,” Sana answers.
Han nods, grateful that Chewie knows him so well.
"Am I supposed to distract you or let you spiral?" Sana asks, raising eyebrows.
Han raises his eyebrows and points at himself while attempting to look confused. Sana rolls her eyes.
“You always did have a thing for attractive well dressed people,” she comments.
“Are you going somewhere with this?”
She shrugs. “I always had a thing for self-centered disasters.”
Han sighs. Is she really going to mock him when she knows he’s questioning his entire ability to maintain his relationship? Of course he never really had a relationship with Sana. He tried, he even married her in a con as a way to get her attention, but that backfired. Also he’s met her ex, and Aphra is...yeah, Sana isn’t mocking him. She raises her eyebrows at him.
“Guess we both grew up,” Sana comments.
Han considers protesting, but if Sana starts telling him the ways he hasn’t been self-centered in the last few years he’s going to be even more uncomfortable than he is imagining himself living in the immaculate apartment that Leia and Lando are plotting. And yet here he is sitting on the couch the three of them picked out. He leans against the cushions. “Yeah, I guess we did.”
She nods and gets up. “Done spiraling?”
Han tilts his head to watch Leia and Lando. Now they’re smiling at something on Leia’s datapad. He’s tempted to point out to Sana that he’s not going anywhere, not yet. Instead he sighs, “I’m still here, aren’t I?”
She considers him for a moment, then offers, “Let me know if you need me to talk you down.”
“I have Leia and Lando for that.”
She stares at him hard for a moment.
“You’re showing an incredible amount of restraint right now,” Han teases.
“I wasn’t going to say it,” Sana laughs.
“Are you leaving, Sana?” Leia asks. “I’m sorry I think we got excited about possibilities again.”
“I came to check up on Han for Chewie,” Sana points out.
“We can put the datapads away and catch up,” Lando offers.
“Another time, maybe,” Sana says before she says her goodbyes and heads out the door.
Leia frowns after she goes, dropping down onto the couch next to Han. He wraps an arm around her so she can snuggle in close.
“You offered her a drink and she only stopped by for a moment,” Han reassures. “She was mostly here to give me shit, then get back to her ship and girlfriend.”
Lando sits on the other side of their couch, far enough away to comfortably settle against the back, but close enough to drape his legs over their laps. Han’s free hand settles on his ankle and he absentmindedly rubs his husband’s leg.
“We should’ve included both of you more,” Lando muses.
“I don’t think Sana is interested in decorating,” Han tries. “And I’m not much help.”
Leia tilts her head to frown at him. “You picked this couch.”
“You and Lando picked this couch.” Han shakes his head.
Lando laughs. “No, we didn’t. This was one of our early options, but the one you liked best. We had it narrowed down to two others.”
Han shifts, taking care to keep Leia crooked into his embrace, so he can look at Lando better.
“I thought this was one of the three options you narrowed it down to,” Han says with a sinking feeling.
Lando tilts his head and frowns.
“You pointed out that this was the most comfortable couch in the store,” Leia reminds in a reassuring tone.
Lando sits up, shifting to take one of Han’s hand and bring it to his lips. “Neither of the ones Leia and I liked were anywhere near as comfortable as this one and this one is just as stylish.”
Han wets his lips as Lando’s eyes meet his. “This doesn’t mean I have taste.”
Leia laughs at his joke and Han can’t help but quirk a smile. Lando’s gaze turns intense. Han wonders if they locked the door behind Sana.
“What colors do you want for your room?” Leia asks.
“What?” Han frowns. “I get my own room.”
“Three bedrooms so we can each have our own space,” Lando explains.
Leia tilts her head. “You didn’t realize that’s why we wanted three bedrooms?”
Han shakes his head. “One bedroom, one office space for you and Lando, and a guest bedroom or place to crash if one of us gets in late or needs some space.”
Leia makes a considering noise. “I assumed we’d all want our own space eventually.”.
Han shakes his head.
“You don’t want your own space?” Lando asks, his thumbs now running circles over the back of Han’s hands.
Lando and Leia share a look.
“I think we need to have a conversation,” Lando suggests.
“Do we?” Leia asks him.
Han sighs. He’s used to this by now, they like to talk things out, and they’ve figured out ways to make him feel comfortable when they need to work through an issue. Sana’s words had helped, but that doesn’t mean he’s worked through his doubts and so he’ll need to talk with Leia and Lando.
“Yeah, we probably do,” Han admits.
Lando stands and Han moves so Leia can get up. As Leia heads to the bedroom they’re all currently using Lando and Han shift so Lando can sit behind him. Han leans back against Lando, relaxing as he feels Lando’s arms wrap firmly around him. Lando presses a lingering kiss where his neck meets his shoulder. Han sighs and lets himself close his eyes.
“I’m going to be going back and forth to Bespin,” Lando says. “I probably don’t need my own room and I hadn’t thought about needing an office.”
“There are things you’ll need to take care of or emergencies that will crop up while you’re here and you might not have to head back, but you’ll need to have a place you can work on them,” Han reasons.
“I figured I’d just share a desk with Leia, but it might be good if we keep our work separate.”
Leia comes back with her favorite brush and a container for the pins that are holding her hair up. Han hands her the pillow she likes to sit on while he or Lando is brushing her hair. He’s grateful she feels comfortable letting him brush out her hair, especially since he finds the process soothing and enjoys seeing the way it makes her relax.
Once she sits Han starts to carefully unpin her hair.
“Where were you thinking about putting your office? Lando asks Leia.
“I was considering my room.”
Han makes a voice of dissatisfaction.
Lando sighs, “You’re needed here, rebuilding the Senate. It’s going to be tough work.”
“I’m used to tough work,” Leia points out.
“We’re not running for our lives anymore,” Han interjects as he continues to unravel her hair. “Or we at least shouldn’t still feel like we might have to.”
Is that why he always wants to move around? Does he really not have to anymore? Han isn’t sure how to feel about that. Instead he separates a section of Leia’s hair and picks up her brush.
“Your room should just be a place you can relax, a place to get away from the stress of the day,” Lando continues. “I’m going to probably be coming and going so I don’t really need my own room.”
“You deserve to have your own space in your own home,” Leia insists. She sighs happily as Han starts brushing her hair.
Lando hooks his chin over Han’s shoulder, resting firmly against his back. Han feels the tension he’s still holding onto start to ease. Everything feels easier when he’s bracketed by the two of them.
“I don’t,” Han starts. He pauses trying to figure out how best to convey what he wants to tell them. He keeps running the brush through Leia’s hair. Lando’s hand settles on his hips and he hooks one of his legs over Han’s. Neither one of them speaks or makes a suggestion. Han wets his lips. With anyone else this would make him want to goad a response from them and his confession would be forgotten about, but he feels comfortable here in, this moment. These are his spouses. They’ll consider what he says he wants and together they’ll find a compromise that will suit all of them. “I don’t want my own space, that’s just mine. I don’t like sleeping by myself and I know you're both busy, I’ll be busy too. That flight school isn’t going to build itself, you know? But when you’re here, if you’re up for it, I’d rather not be alone in bed.”
Lando’s lips brush his neck. “I like cuddling too.”
“And being able to hear the people I love breathing next to me,” Leia agrees. “Maybe we work to make the largest bedroom our sanctuary, I like that idea, and we’ve already picked out an amazing bed. And I like the rest of Han’s plan: one room for a joint office and one room set up as a guest bedroom. We’re going to get guests and then it’s available if we do need our own space.”
“So we have a plan,” Lando says.
“Do you like the plan?” Han asks.
“I do,” Lando answers as his hands tighten on Han’s hips. Leia’s hair feels soft in Han’s hand as he runs her brush through it.
“You still didn’t answer our question,” Leia reminds, “about what colors you like.”
“You want me more involved in the process?”
“You don’t have to be as thrilled about the process as we are, but we want your input,” Lando answers.
“It’s our home, we want you to help build it with us,” Leia adds.
Finally feeling steady Han tells them. “I can do that.”
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Han/Leia/Lando, Han & Sana
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Star Wars. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Leia and Lando are enjoying decorating their new apartment. Han has doubts.
A/N: Written for Elsajeni for the
multifandomtropefest exchange.Design Dilemma:
Han isn’t even sure why Sana is here, but it’s easier to concentrate on the way she’s leaning forward in her chair and watching him with a hint of amusement than it is to try and parse out what Leia and Lando are deciding on while they’re in decorating mode. There are holoprojectors showing options against the wall of their apartment...their apartment, those words still make Han pause. How does he voice that it feels dangerous to sit still? He’s lived most of his life on the move, or on the run, and lingering one one planet or station never seems to sit well with him for long. He gets this itch under his skin to keep moving. He doesn’t have it yet, but as he watches Leia and Lando lean in to look at each other’s datapads he worries.
Is he’s going to ruin this? He married both of them and it almost seems inevitable that he’s going to lose both of them. Why didn’t he realize this before agreeing to a very public ceremony?
He watches as a smile lights Leia’s face as she scrolls through whatever options Lando’s brought up on his datapad. Then he watches Lando’s smile, that genuine smile, not his plotting or sauve one, that damn real one that makes Han want to forget decorum and kiss him hard. Han forces himself to breathe out and sink back into the couch instead of stride across the room and kiss both of them, because Lando’s eyes light up, and that smile Han loves seeing, grows wider as he takes in the delight on Leia’s face. Han knows that however the two of them decide to decorate their apartment it’ll end up looking luxurious, but tasteful. The thought makes Han’s heart sink, because living in luxury makes him more uncomfortable than the thought of forever being still.
He can still vividly remember how he needed to dirty up the Falcon to feel comfortable living on her, even though he knew she was his home the moment he laid eyes on her. Just like he knew he’d fall for Leia and Lando the moment he saw them..
And now he’s thinking about Lando’s disappointment when he saw the Falcon again, his dismay, because not all of Lando’s words in that moment had been false or bravado. What if he ends up doing the same thing to this apartment and both Leia and Lando end up hating him for it? Worse yet, what if he ends up doing something similar to Leia or Lando?
Sana snorts.
Han glances away from the two people he loves most in the universe to take in her face. She no longer looks amused.
“I’m not even sure why you’re here,” Han tries.
“Moral support since Chewie couldn’t make it,” Sana answers.
Han nods, grateful that Chewie knows him so well.
"Am I supposed to distract you or let you spiral?" Sana asks, raising eyebrows.
Han raises his eyebrows and points at himself while attempting to look confused. Sana rolls her eyes.
“You always did have a thing for attractive well dressed people,” she comments.
“Are you going somewhere with this?”
She shrugs. “I always had a thing for self-centered disasters.”
Han sighs. Is she really going to mock him when she knows he’s questioning his entire ability to maintain his relationship? Of course he never really had a relationship with Sana. He tried, he even married her in a con as a way to get her attention, but that backfired. Also he’s met her ex, and Aphra is...yeah, Sana isn’t mocking him. She raises her eyebrows at him.
“Guess we both grew up,” Sana comments.
Han considers protesting, but if Sana starts telling him the ways he hasn’t been self-centered in the last few years he’s going to be even more uncomfortable than he is imagining himself living in the immaculate apartment that Leia and Lando are plotting. And yet here he is sitting on the couch the three of them picked out. He leans against the cushions. “Yeah, I guess we did.”
She nods and gets up. “Done spiraling?”
Han tilts his head to watch Leia and Lando. Now they’re smiling at something on Leia’s datapad. He’s tempted to point out to Sana that he’s not going anywhere, not yet. Instead he sighs, “I’m still here, aren’t I?”
She considers him for a moment, then offers, “Let me know if you need me to talk you down.”
“I have Leia and Lando for that.”
She stares at him hard for a moment.
“You’re showing an incredible amount of restraint right now,” Han teases.
“I wasn’t going to say it,” Sana laughs.
“Are you leaving, Sana?” Leia asks. “I’m sorry I think we got excited about possibilities again.”
“I came to check up on Han for Chewie,” Sana points out.
“We can put the datapads away and catch up,” Lando offers.
“Another time, maybe,” Sana says before she says her goodbyes and heads out the door.
Leia frowns after she goes, dropping down onto the couch next to Han. He wraps an arm around her so she can snuggle in close.
“You offered her a drink and she only stopped by for a moment,” Han reassures. “She was mostly here to give me shit, then get back to her ship and girlfriend.”
Lando sits on the other side of their couch, far enough away to comfortably settle against the back, but close enough to drape his legs over their laps. Han’s free hand settles on his ankle and he absentmindedly rubs his husband’s leg.
“We should’ve included both of you more,” Lando muses.
“I don’t think Sana is interested in decorating,” Han tries. “And I’m not much help.”
Leia tilts her head to frown at him. “You picked this couch.”
“You and Lando picked this couch.” Han shakes his head.
Lando laughs. “No, we didn’t. This was one of our early options, but the one you liked best. We had it narrowed down to two others.”
Han shifts, taking care to keep Leia crooked into his embrace, so he can look at Lando better.
“I thought this was one of the three options you narrowed it down to,” Han says with a sinking feeling.
Lando tilts his head and frowns.
“You pointed out that this was the most comfortable couch in the store,” Leia reminds in a reassuring tone.
Lando sits up, shifting to take one of Han’s hand and bring it to his lips. “Neither of the ones Leia and I liked were anywhere near as comfortable as this one and this one is just as stylish.”
Han wets his lips as Lando’s eyes meet his. “This doesn’t mean I have taste.”
Leia laughs at his joke and Han can’t help but quirk a smile. Lando’s gaze turns intense. Han wonders if they locked the door behind Sana.
“What colors do you want for your room?” Leia asks.
“What?” Han frowns. “I get my own room.”
“Three bedrooms so we can each have our own space,” Lando explains.
Leia tilts her head. “You didn’t realize that’s why we wanted three bedrooms?”
Han shakes his head. “One bedroom, one office space for you and Lando, and a guest bedroom or place to crash if one of us gets in late or needs some space.”
Leia makes a considering noise. “I assumed we’d all want our own space eventually.”.
Han shakes his head.
“You don’t want your own space?” Lando asks, his thumbs now running circles over the back of Han’s hands.
Lando and Leia share a look.
“I think we need to have a conversation,” Lando suggests.
“Do we?” Leia asks him.
Han sighs. He’s used to this by now, they like to talk things out, and they’ve figured out ways to make him feel comfortable when they need to work through an issue. Sana’s words had helped, but that doesn’t mean he’s worked through his doubts and so he’ll need to talk with Leia and Lando.
“Yeah, we probably do,” Han admits.
Lando stands and Han moves so Leia can get up. As Leia heads to the bedroom they’re all currently using Lando and Han shift so Lando can sit behind him. Han leans back against Lando, relaxing as he feels Lando’s arms wrap firmly around him. Lando presses a lingering kiss where his neck meets his shoulder. Han sighs and lets himself close his eyes.
“I’m going to be going back and forth to Bespin,” Lando says. “I probably don’t need my own room and I hadn’t thought about needing an office.”
“There are things you’ll need to take care of or emergencies that will crop up while you’re here and you might not have to head back, but you’ll need to have a place you can work on them,” Han reasons.
“I figured I’d just share a desk with Leia, but it might be good if we keep our work separate.”
Leia comes back with her favorite brush and a container for the pins that are holding her hair up. Han hands her the pillow she likes to sit on while he or Lando is brushing her hair. He’s grateful she feels comfortable letting him brush out her hair, especially since he finds the process soothing and enjoys seeing the way it makes her relax.
Once she sits Han starts to carefully unpin her hair.
“Where were you thinking about putting your office? Lando asks Leia.
“I was considering my room.”
Han makes a voice of dissatisfaction.
Lando sighs, “You’re needed here, rebuilding the Senate. It’s going to be tough work.”
“I’m used to tough work,” Leia points out.
“We’re not running for our lives anymore,” Han interjects as he continues to unravel her hair. “Or we at least shouldn’t still feel like we might have to.”
Is that why he always wants to move around? Does he really not have to anymore? Han isn’t sure how to feel about that. Instead he separates a section of Leia’s hair and picks up her brush.
“Your room should just be a place you can relax, a place to get away from the stress of the day,” Lando continues. “I’m going to probably be coming and going so I don’t really need my own room.”
“You deserve to have your own space in your own home,” Leia insists. She sighs happily as Han starts brushing her hair.
Lando hooks his chin over Han’s shoulder, resting firmly against his back. Han feels the tension he’s still holding onto start to ease. Everything feels easier when he’s bracketed by the two of them.
“I don’t,” Han starts. He pauses trying to figure out how best to convey what he wants to tell them. He keeps running the brush through Leia’s hair. Lando’s hand settles on his hips and he hooks one of his legs over Han’s. Neither one of them speaks or makes a suggestion. Han wets his lips. With anyone else this would make him want to goad a response from them and his confession would be forgotten about, but he feels comfortable here in, this moment. These are his spouses. They’ll consider what he says he wants and together they’ll find a compromise that will suit all of them. “I don’t want my own space, that’s just mine. I don’t like sleeping by myself and I know you're both busy, I’ll be busy too. That flight school isn’t going to build itself, you know? But when you’re here, if you’re up for it, I’d rather not be alone in bed.”
Lando’s lips brush his neck. “I like cuddling too.”
“And being able to hear the people I love breathing next to me,” Leia agrees. “Maybe we work to make the largest bedroom our sanctuary, I like that idea, and we’ve already picked out an amazing bed. And I like the rest of Han’s plan: one room for a joint office and one room set up as a guest bedroom. We’re going to get guests and then it’s available if we do need our own space.”
“So we have a plan,” Lando says.
“Do you like the plan?” Han asks.
“I do,” Lando answers as his hands tighten on Han’s hips. Leia’s hair feels soft in Han’s hand as he runs her brush through it.
“You still didn’t answer our question,” Leia reminds, “about what colors you like.”
“You want me more involved in the process?”
“You don’t have to be as thrilled about the process as we are, but we want your input,” Lando answers.
“It’s our home, we want you to help build it with us,” Leia adds.
Finally feeling steady Han tells them. “I can do that.”