Из той же Force-ghost-оперы.
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For some reason, Ben--Kylo Ren, whatever, Anakin once saw him trip over his feet and cry for his mother when he was four, got him to his feet and promised him ice cream--keeps going outside to, essentially, wreck shit. And on the second day, Anakin drags Han over to where Ben is savagely hacking something to pieces and cursing in five different languages, none of them Basic.
Anakin’s kind of impressed. Han looks almost proud at his son’s wide vocabulary, before he squints. “He rode his tauntaun too hard, didn’t he,” he says, resigned.читать дальше
“Yyyeah,” says Anakin. “But--look around you. What do you see?”
Han looks around, and says, “You can stop being cryptic any time now, old man, all I see are--rocks.” He stops, then turns to look at Anakin. “You are not,” he says.
“Heartfelt declarations didn’t work,” says Anakin, with a huff. “I think it’s time we go back to cognitive recalibration.” And really, it’s kind of precious that Han keeps calling him old when they both look like they used to in their twenties.
“Cognitive what now?”
“Hit him really hard on the head,” Anakin clarifies. “See, he once got a concussion during Jedi training--”
“I got a whole shitload of concussions,” Han interrupts, “and look at me, I’m not throwing a tantrum on an ice planet.”
“No, but you’re dead,” Anakin shoots back, already trying to move some rocks, and Han winces. “Are you going to help me with hitting him really hard on the head or not?”
“That my only option here?” Han asks. “We could just talk to him. Hell, you could talk to him, you’re the one he looks up to the most.” And there’s a bitter twist to his smile, as he adds, “After all, that’s how this whole mess started.”
“What do you think I’ve been trying to do for the past few years?” Anakin says, leaning against the rock he’s trying to push up. It’s a little hard to push things when you don’t have mass, but he’s trying his hardest. “Talking to him isn’t working, and unless you have any other great ideas--”
“I’m starting to wonder,” says Han, “if you didn’t get a concussion too at any point.”
“I got electrocuted a lot,” says Anakin, casually.
Han stares at him. “Well,” he says, “that explains it.”PS Ай, ой. Это второй фанфик. Вот первый:
archiveofourown.org/works/5540432He’s ragged and tired when he finally gets back to the afterlife, and all he wants is to find Padmé, or find Luke or Leia or Rey, but instead when he finally gets back--
“Oh,” breathes Han Solo, looking so much older and so surprised, “nine kriffing hells.”