TRIAD ~ OT trio short stories

| Dress code

Summary: Leia and Han disagree about how to dress up for a special occasion (this one shot is not about the whole trio).
Genre: humour
Warnings: none
Dedicated to KaitoDetective1412 because apparently I missed her birthday two days ago. Lots of hugs sis♡

(P.S. this one was written in a rush, so forgive me if you find any mistakes).
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"Han!".

"Leia...".

"Come on".

"No.".

"Do it. Immediately.".

"No!".

Leia looked up at the ceiling and placed her hands on her hips with the aura of someone who doesn't want to hear excuses.

"Han Solo, you will try this suit on right now!" she demanded, her tone much similar to the one she used as a senator.

The man sighed in defeat and picked up unceremoniously the bundle of clothes his fiancée was holding: he didn't want to make her angry at all.

He stepped into the fitting room and let the curtain slide in order to avoid Leia's piercing, hateful eyes, wondering if the fabric would burn under her gaze. He shrugged his shoulders, trying not to think about it, and took off the white shirt - well, that shirt that had once been white - he had worn years before on the first Death Star.

How could he replace that garment which had served him so well for so many years? Did he really need a stupid suit with a jacket and a tie? It meant wasting money and offending those clothes that had served him impeccably for his whole life.

Leia couldn't understand. Leia was like everyone else, a consumerist, a woman that couldn't understand the meaning of being faithful and nostalgic and...

"Han!" the small woman yelled from outside.

He huffed from inside the fitting room.
"Again! What d'ya want?".

"Can you quit being dramatic and put on that suit like a normal human being?".

"Are you reading my mind, Your Royal Highness?".

"HAN SOLO!".

This new combination of first and last name was enough to convince the former smuggler. He took off his trousers in a hurry and literally threw himself into the new suit with expression of a lamb ready for slaughter.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before looking at the mirror.

As he first saw his own reflection, he didn't think he looked too bad: the (truly) white shirt made him look more elegant, and the trousers' shape gave his figure another kind of shape. The jacket was kind of charming as well...

But a second glance didn't forgive the elegant suit.
It was so formal! So ordinary! So complaisant! So distant from the idea Han had of himself!

His eyes widened in front of the reflected image before the man violently slid the curtain open.

"I'm not that guy!" Han exclaimed as he waved his right index finger in front of Leia's face and pointed at the mirror with his left.

The girl looked rather desperate and definitely exhausted.

"Han, you look great" she praised. "Do you really think you won't be able to wear this suit only for that day?".

"I look like a monk!".

"Come on, you know this is not true".

"It is!".

"

You're testing my patience, you nerf-herder".

The smuggler displayed a grimace which could have looked right on a grumpy five-year-old kid.

"It's horrendous" he muttered as he subconsciously hid behind the curtain.

"Then we will look for another one" Leia conceded "but you still need something more elegant".

Han leant his head on the fitting room's wall with a light thud.

"Why can't I wear my usual stuff?" he whined.

"Because this is a very special occasion" Leia replied without losing her temper. "Besides, your clothes would hardly be decent for a walk in the woods, can you imagine how horrible they would be for a...".

"Alright, alright" said Han, interrupting her harangue. "I'll try something here and there. But don't male me wear a tie!".

"You can look here and there in your dreams since this is the fifth atelier. Find this kriffing suit. And yes, I can assure you will wear a tie".

"Not that!" Han protested, his face falling.

"If not the tie, you will use a dickey, or you may put a flower on the...".

"I'll find a tie".

"Very well" Leia said with a satisfied smirk. "Then I'll look for a tie while you find another suit. Agreed?".

Han mimicked a militar salute, even though there wasn't irony on his features.

"Yes, Milady".

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any hours later, Han and Leia left the shop with a new, elegant black suit. They looked much more relaxed than they had when they had come in, even if there was a shade of terror on the man's face.

"Was it so difficult?" Leia said gently in order to raise his spirits.

Han muttered something unintelligible, but didn't protest.

"Lovely" the woman sighed. "Remember, this is our wedding. If you don't wear these robes, I will gladly leave you there on the altar".