LINKDING

<blockquote>Bodhi can't go back, but he's determined to keep moving forward.</blockquote> ➤ Kind of feels like two different ficlets smushed together. I really like the first one. The second is fine but doesn't feel to me to add anything to the story. So I'm tagging just based on the first half.

<blockquote>Cassian and K-2 left an intangible legacy behind. They also left a literal one.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Style icons of the galaxy, unite!</blockquote> ➤ In which Padme is a style inspiration for Lando

<blockquote>Luke kills his father and Falls, and Leia becomes the last resort.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Chirrut and Baze die and wake up in the Jedhan desert on the day the Empire rises. They have twenty years to make sure it all happens better this time.</blockquote> ➤ I continue in my endless love for star wars fic where character(s) are sent back in time to make things better

<blockquote>"Jyn talked herself into a corner with her grandma," Han explained. "Now she needs a fake boyfriend for Christmas." "Why doesn't Cassian do it?" Luke asked, and Jyn scowled at him. [In which Jyn, in an attempt to get her mother's overbearing, gossipy, and traditional family off her back for one freaking Christmas, conscripts Cassian to join her as her (fake) boyfriend for the whole week in England. Shamelessly, wildly, gleefully AU.]</blockquote> ➤ Feels more like origfic bc it's so far divorced from canon, but I enjoyed it regardless

<blockquote>The war is over and Bodhi Rook has been away from Jedha for too long. It’s time to go home. He winds up with an unexpected passenger. A love story between two people and a place, about all the different meanings of home.</blockquote> ➤ (and then a sequel about finding & rescuing Rey, and then a meta post describing the events that led to this au) ➤ Series consists of: Stone and Sand Different Deserts For Those That Read Stone and Sand

<blockquote>Rey has a plan. Get to Ahch-To. Find the lightsaber. Get off Ahch-To forever. This plan is foiled by a group of judgemental fish nuns. A story of complicated emotions, unimpressed aquatic aliens, and fixing what you can.</blockquote>

<blockquote> "Just got my replacement First Officer. It's Poe Dameron." "You don't sound thrilled." "It'll be fine. Just…I've met him at a few of the company mixers and"—Luke cleared his throat, heat on his cheeks—"He has been...aggressively flirtatious, in the past. That's going to be fun to manage." "You know you could just go for it." Bodhi tone turned teasing, Luke could picture his sly smile as clearly as if Luke were standing in front of him.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Luke Skywalker's parents are never going to be able to afford the college of his dreams. Luke resigns himself to community college. His best friend, Wedge, has a different idea. / Mind still scrambling for some sort of solution, Wedge asked, "Marriage? It's legal for you to get married." "And thank God for that." Luke rolled his eyes. "I don't know if you've noticed, buddy, but supreme court decision aside, there's not a lot of options for gay guys around here. Besides, how does that pitch go, marry me for the student loan debt?" "Okay," Wedge responded. </blockquote>

<blockquote>Rey never expected that Han and Chewbacca would keep coming back.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The war is over, and nobody won. With the galaxy on the verge of destruction, Poe Dameron hatches a desperate plan—go back in time. But Poe's plan quickly goes awry, and he finds himself on the run from local authorities. The only plan to keep him safe is…extreme, to say the least. / "Can't get you citizenship documents," the man muttered, his voice clearer now that it wasn't muffled by the scarf. Poe took a deep breath and forced himself to think. He looked back at his would-be rescuer. Who was shoving the scarf back from the top his head, revealing a face that Poe knew. That lots of people knew. Kriff, that everyone knew, trillions upon trillions of sapients in the galaxy would recognize that face. Luke Skywalker—as fresh-faced and young as the day he became the successful destroyer of the Death Star—was standing in front of him. Fuck. "Need a land grant to get a moisture farmer licence, can't even get you a travel visa without citizenship documents…Hm," the legend said, sighing. "Yeah. I think we're going to have to get married." </blockquote> ➤ I loved this fic so much that I read it twice in one week despite its length

<blockquote>Han offers Luke some unexpected support after the funeral of the guy who tortured him.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Four times Han definitely didn’t need anybody’s help, and one time maybe he did.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Dying, for a Jedi Master in the line of Yoda, was a gentle thing. or "Hi, Not Listening To This Anymore," Han said, appearing suddenly. "I'm dead."</blockquote>

<blockquote>Luke and Leia, growing up and watching the stars.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It's a grieving process, of some kind.</blockquote> ➤ Lando dealing with L3's death

<blockquote>Lando is constructing plans to take back Cloud City and get the galaxy's only Jedi Knight into his bed. One of these things may be harder than the other.</blockquote> ➤ I am extremely charmed

<blockquote>It's been a long time since Savareen.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Anakin has always had an easy time getting what he wants. (He never means to do it.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Written 12/10/18 for syrena_of_the_lake, in response to the prompt: Star Wars, any droid, misheard voice commands</blockquote>

<blockquote>Trade that necklace for a glimpse into your future. A Rogue One vid.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Lir winced, but drew in a deep breath and stood a little straighter. Even to Han’s eyes, he was looking a little worse for wear, wan and thin, as though he’d been stretched too far. It’d been years since they saw one another, but Han was sure he would’ve remembered the grimness he saw here, the dark, haunted bags under his eyes. “I’m afraid you’ve mistaken me for someone else. Excuse me, Captain Solo.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>To earn her place on the Falcon, Leia has to be useful, so she tries to learn everything she can.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"We should take the general on a mission," Rose said. "One that's useful and not fatal." “We have those?” Finn asked. “Probably not fatal if well-executed,” Rose amended. The surviving members of the Resistance decide the best way to help Leia is to take her on a recruiting mission to Rose's home world.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"If Vader captures you, if he threatens to torture or kill you, you tell him you're Padmé Amidala's daughter."</blockquote>

<blockquote>She's older now, and so is he. Far older now. She wonders: will he have lost any power with his age? Will he be shorter, weaker? An old man on a ventilator? It's hard to imagine that he won't still be dangerous. But then, that's exactly what she's counting on.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“What am I looking at?” Lando leaned forward and laced his fingers together. “My taxes.” He paused, then gestured to Han. “Our taxes,” he corrected, with an unnecessarily rakish grin. Leia squinted at the datapad. “Tax fraud.” “Oh, no no no. Absolutely not. My accounting is impeccable.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>“Hello.” Luke blinked down at the very tiny girl with dark purple hair sitting to his left. “Uh, hi,” he tried. Up until now the little girl had been eating her food and not all that interested in the state dinner going on around her, and Luke had been talking with an ambassador from a world he hadn’t quite caught the name of so it’d been a stressful forty minutes so far. “Do you want help with the silverware?” the little girl asked. “Only you’re eating your salad with the dessert fork.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>The messenger arrives a few weeks after Crait, dressed in cloth of gold and piloting a ship that costs more than the entirety of the Fleet. (Not that that’s saying so very much these days). “On behalf of Her Royal Majesty Queen Hoyoan and her Consort the Princess Ji’ii of the system Reylouris, I humbly beg audience with the personage known as Rey,” he says. Possibly she, or some other pronoun; Leia literally can’t see more than a pair of eyes under all the cloth.</blockquote>