"It is not such a bad match, Lord Vader and your daughter." "I - " he sputters, his mask slipping. She raises an eyebrow, an unmistakable cue. A test. He must tread carefully. "I had not thought of that," he says honestly, mentally kicking himself. Leia looks so very much like her mother. Vader dances(!!!) with Leia; Bail has palpitations.
It has become a ritual they both find soothing, here in this new place: something they can rely on to stay the same, when everything else has changed. For Rey, Finn knows, it is a chance to remind herself that she has, at long last, someone who truly cares for her above all other things. For Finn, it is a chance to turn his deadly hands to a task which is only and purely about love. So every morning, clean and dressed and nearly ready for the day, Rey sits down on the little stool beside the bed and Finn picks up the soft-bristled brush from their nightstand and begins, slowly and gently, to brush her hair. Soft and lovely slice of domestic Finn/Rey.
He thought that when she left, he would finally be able to concentrate. But instead he finds himself thinking of her all the time, even when doing the most mundane things. He thinks of Inej when he keeps the books, remembering those afternoons they used to spend together as she fed the crows and laughed to her heart’s content and he basked in the glow of her happiness. He thinks of her when he gets in a tussle, remembers the number of times she counseled him to have mercy. He thinks of her when he walks past the Menagerie, and reminds himself that he cannot burn it down until she is around to see. Kaz and Inej make small but meaningful progress together. Oh heart.
Kaz knows he’s goading her, sees the anger rise inside her, but he has never had any comfort to offer her, only the cold truth of the way of life they have both chosen, are both inextricably linked to. And it will have to be enough. Inej develops a reputation on the high seas.
'You're not a doctor, are you?' 'I'm a monk,' said Chirrut, and patted him on the chest. 'So if you die from your wounds, I'll know what to do with your spirit.' Adorable story where Baze and Chirrut meet for the first time on an Imperial prison transport ship.
Chirrut held the staff before him, balancing it on a single finger. “Neither too heavy nor too light. Do you see, Baze? Balance is vital. Mortal beings require the world of the material to survive.” He tilted the staff one way, so it yawed over his finger toward the ground. “We require food, shelter, and companionship to maintain our bodies. But too far, and we kill our spirits.” He shifted the staff back to a perfect horizontal above the pavement. “On the other end, our souls require nourishment as well. We require faith, belief, trust, love. We require calm in the midst of the storm.” He let the staff overbalance to the other side. “Yet if we focus exclusively on these, our physical form withers and dies.” He returned the staff to the ground. Chirrut finds a way to live and hope and bring hope to others after the Empire comes to power. Lovely.
No One’s Coming To Save Us, So We Have To Save Each Other « terribleminds: chuck wendig
It means harnessing the one-two-punch power of Critical Thinking and Empathy, which not coincidentally are also the names of each of Uncle Joe Biden’s malarky-thumpin’ fists.
Finn thinks if all three of them ever got to be in the same space together at the same time, they might have something. Adorably matter-of-fact Finn/Rey/Poe.
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“Hush,” Chirrut murmured against his mouth. “I am not the one talking.” “I can hear your thoughts.” Chirrut’s fingers slipped beneath his collar. “Be here with me.” “When have I ever been anywhere else?” Baze asked, and kissed the answer from Chirrut’s mouth. Chirrut likes to tell stories about how he and Baze got married. *sobs*
In this story, Sam comes up with the best comparison for the way he and Bucky meet, are grumpy, and beat up HYDRA agents together, so I won't spoil that for you, but hee! I enjoyed it a lot.
