Tuesday: Break Ups
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oh_mcgee and today's theme is Break ups. :( Sad, but a fact of life. Prompts can be about two people breaking up, about someone breaking up another couple, or even about a couple getting back together after a long breakup. Or a couple breaking up and staying friends! The choices are endless, my friends.
*apologies for my MIAness yesterday, first week of school and I had a complete brainfail.
Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
DCU, Tim Drake/Jason Todd, the best way to over someone is to get under someone else
Hamilton, Alexander Hamilton/Aaron Burr, Eliza kicks him out after the Reynolds pamphlet and Alexander shows up at Burr's door for a place to stay.
any, any/any, "Didn't we break-up?"
We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2016 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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oh_mcgee and today's theme is Break ups. :( Sad, but a fact of life. Prompts can be about two people breaking up, about someone breaking up another couple, or even about a couple getting back together after a long breakup. Or a couple breaking up and staying friends! The choices are endless, my friends. *apologies for my MIAness yesterday, first week of school and I had a complete brainfail.
Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
DCU, Tim Drake/Jason Todd, the best way to over someone is to get under someone else
Hamilton, Alexander Hamilton/Aaron Burr, Eliza kicks him out after the Reynolds pamphlet and Alexander shows up at Burr's door for a place to stay.
any, any/any, "Didn't we break-up?"
We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2016 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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Date: 2016-08-16 06:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-16 06:45 am (UTC)Fill: First Comes a Phone Call
Date: 2016-08-16 12:13 pm (UTC)There's a pause, a lull on the other end of the line. Pepper inhales sharply, the sound crackling through the atmosphere. "I don't even know what to say to that."
Tony nods, though she can't see him. He's on his back in bed, sleepless as usual, the sun already coming up. "Neither did I," he says. His phone is on his chest, Pepper's voice on speaker--he likes hearing it fill the empty bedroom. "I still don't. God, can you imagine? Us as parents? We'd--"
"We'd be amazing," Pepper says, startling Tony with her ferocity. "Don't you dare--why? Why couldn't we do it? Why is that such a wild concept?" She sighs again, heavy and resigned. "I'm sorry. Long night."
"Don't apologize," Tony says, the ever implied. "It's not a wild concept, Pep. Never was. But it's one I don't like to think about." Especially alone in my bed with you halfway across the world.
They share silence for a moment, neither of them needing to break it. They've always had that going for them--the sheer ease of existing in each other's space, the act of being two halves of a supremely strange whole.
"I think about it," Pepper says softly. "A lot." Then she laughs, the sound nearly making Tony cry, it's so sweet. "Red hair and genius I.Q.s. Poor kids."
Tony smiles. "Yeah," he says, closing his eyes, feeling sleep finally catch up to him. "Poor kids."
He drifts off thinking about them, allowing the thought of them, now that it's something even a little more than an impossible dream.
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Date: 2016-08-16 06:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-16 06:47 am (UTC)Mini-fill
Date: 2016-08-16 05:36 pm (UTC)Re: Mini-fill
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Date: 2016-08-16 06:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-16 06:50 am (UTC)fill
Date: 2016-08-16 04:54 pm (UTC)They argued over everything from bills to pay to how to raise their baby together and Aurora really couldn't blame Mulan for being fed up.
She herself was fed up but she'd never walk away from the woman she loved nor would she have said the words Mulan did as she walked away.
That this was the last time and that their marriage was over. A marriage that had only lasted four years if it really was over and one that Aurora had thought would be forever.
But maybe she had pushed things with her wanting to have a baby so soon because ever since their son had been born that was when things had gotten bad.
Heck, Mulan had even said as much herself the other day. So yes, in the end everything from Mulan walking away supposedly for the last time to all their arguments before now. It was all Aurora's fault and as she slid to the floor the moment she heard the front door shut very loudly she closed her eyes and let the tears come.
As well as all the self-blame she could handle. Something she'd be doing for awhile.
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Date: 2016-08-16 06:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-16 06:58 am (UTC)Fill: but you have to try, han solo/leia organa, star wars
Date: 2016-08-16 03:02 pm (UTC)Leia didn't bring much when she left everything behind to go into her self imposed exile. Just a few items of clothing, necessities to help her set up her new home. She started taking the clothing she brought out of the bag, which mostly consisted of her Jedi attire.
Not like she was going to need it....she wasn't worthy of the title after letting Ben fall to the dark side.
She sighed deeply pulling out the next item of clothing. She made a sharp gasp sitting on the bed when she caught sight of it. It was Han's vest.
The hardest thing she had to face in this exile was leaving her remaining child and the man she loved behind. But she knew it was neceassary. As long as she alive, as long as she was near them, they were in danger. The last attack by Ben and the First Order was just proof. And for the most part she made her peace with it.
But holding this item of clothing in her hands, gave her a painful and terrible remind. Han had been in her life for over 30 years. They been through heaven and hell. They've seen each other at their best and their worst. And now this prominant presence in her life....was gone.
She placed the vest to her nose, closed her eyes and inhaled. Han's scent still lingered on the clothing. Strong and promenant. It was almost as if he was here. But he wasn't. He was across the galaxy weeping for her to come back.
"I am so sorry Han...I cant come back." She whispered.
And for the first time since leaving everyone she known and loved behind she wept.
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Date: 2016-08-16 07:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-16 07:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-16 07:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-16 10:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-16 11:18 am (UTC)Fill 1/2
Date: 2016-08-16 09:23 pm (UTC)“Apparently really, really sentimental botanists.” John sipped from his beer bottle.
Rodney admired how calm he was. John really was a nice guy, drinking beer on the pier with him after every break up. They’d been pretty damn frequent as of late, come to think of it.
“Maybe you should just avoid botanists,” John said.
Rodney blinked. “What? Why? The only botanist I ever dated was -”
“Katie Brown.”
“Jennifer’s not a botanist.”
“And then Asuka Murase, and David Parrish -”
“Hey, Parrish was easy pickings after Lorne dumped him for that twinky new engineer, what’s-his-face, Neilson.”
John huffed. “Maybe you shouldn’t be thinking of your future partners as ‘easy pickings’.”
Rodney nudged John’s shoulders with his. “Oh come on, you remember how weepy and sad Parrish was after Lorne broke his fragile little heart. Once you got past the tears, though, the sex was incredible. I can see why Lorne put up with the tears as long as he did -”
“Let’s not forget Qatra Raberba.”
“Okay, I didn’t realize he was a botanist at first, all right? He plays the violin.” Rodney waggled his fingers in an attempt to demonstrate how useful a violinist’s dexterity was but mostly looked like he was incapable of snapping his fingers. Maybe he needed more beer. How many beers had he drunk?
John fixed Rodney with an unimpressed look.
Rodney sighed. “You’re supposed to be sympathetic, not judgmental.”
“I am sympathetic,” John said gently. “You’re right. She shouldn’t have dumped you. It really wasn’t your fault you missed your bi-lunar anniversary or whatever the kids are calling it these days. But I’m seeing a pattern here, and it’s botanists. They’re bad news. Plus every time you break one’s heart you get cut off of the coffee supply for a week and you’re a monster to everyone in physics and engineering.”
Rodney stared at his empty bottle. “You’re right. I’m done with botanists. Thanks, John.”
A month later, Rodney was back on the pier with John, bottles of unopened Molson’s between them, unhappy.
“So apparently I’m not cut out for dating Marines either.”
“As much as you only failed to date one Marine, I’m not going to recommend you try the rest of the battalion, no,” John said. He opened a bottle and handed it to Rodney, then opened one for himself.
“Here’s the thing,” Rodney said, taking a sip, “I was super attentive. I didn’t miss a single date. I brought him gifts.”
“Marines do like gifts that explode,” John said, “just, you know, not uncontrollably.”
“I told him it was a prototype.” Rodney pouted into his beer. “Here’s the thing - I’m good in bed. Great in bed, even. No one ever complains about how I am in bed.”
“Good for you,” John muttered.
Rodney eyed him. “Has anyone ever complained about you in bed?”
“I’m not as much of a Kirk as you think.” John took a deep pull of his beer.
“Really, though, I totally go to that weird yoga class Lorne teaches that no one wants to admit they go to, so I’m damn flexible, and also it is really relaxing. I have great hands - okay, not violinist hands, but pianist hands all the same - and no gag reflex and I can hold my breath for a really long time -”
John choked. “Whoa, Rodney, TMI!”
“I’m just saying,” Rodney said. “I don’t get what I’m doing wrong. Maybe I should try Air Force officers?”
The look John cast him was inscrutable. “Maybe you should.”
Rodney eyed him, but he made no protest, so Rodney said, “All right, I will.”
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Date: 2016-08-16 11:19 am (UTC)Fill: Star Wars, Kylo Ren || Ben Solo / Poe Dameron, the hardest thing i've ever done
Date: 2016-08-16 05:36 pm (UTC)Poe didn't know what was more shocking. The way Ben, his childhood sweetheart looked, in nothing black like a shadow something that made him more menacing when he put on the mask or the fact that he just got on his knees asking him to marry him.
Poe was at a loss of what to do. He loved Ben with all his heart, it made him sick seeing the destruction and carnage Ben had made now that he embraced the side as Kylo Ren, yet he did. But at the same time, he had a lot of his mother Shara in him. She believed in freedom and happiness of others, even over her own.
He could follow his heart and go with Ben. He may not agree with the First Order, but at least he could be happy and forsake the very thing his mother fought and died for, and the thing his father continued to fight. But Poe couldn't. His mother died so he could be safe, going to the First Order for the man he loved would be an dishonor to her memory.
"Ben I love you and I always will," Poe swallowing the lump in his throat, "you were the first man I ever loved but....I must decline...my loyalty is to Freedom and to the Republic. I'm sorry."
He would have bent down and gave a shocked and bewildered Ben one last kiss but it would be too painful. But Poe brought Ben's hand to his lips and kissed it. It lingered for a moment before he reluctantly let it go.
"Maybe someday....when you are free from this.." Poe said his voice cracking, "I will."
As Poe turned his back to him and walked back to his fighter he could see Ben stand up at the corner of his eye and start yelling at him.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME AFTER ALL WE'VE BEEN THROUGH!" Ben yelled, it was really hard to hold his tears, "I COULD HAVE GIVEN YOU EVERYTHING! POE COME BACK PLEASE! DON'T DO THIS." As Poe climbed aboard his X wing he wanted for the moment for Ben to use the force to compel him to come back. It was almost if he was the only thing holding him back from the dark. Maybe just maybe..."I LOVE YOU!"
Poe winced but he looked at Ben with his eyes watering. He bit his lip and made one last plea for Ben to snap out of this, so he wouldn't have to do this.
"If you love me then get on this X - Wing, forsake Snoke and come home with me...end this. Because if I am going to marry you, I am going to marry Ben Organa Solo....not Kylo Ren."
Ben and Poe stared at each other for a moment. As the moments passed his hope increased he thought maybe...just maybe Ben would turn around and get back in this ship with him.
But he never did. Ben put on his mask and walked to his ship not saying a word and Poe's heart shattered.
Poe sunk into his x-wing and buried his face in his hands. He sobbed wailed into the night. It was the first time in his life he felt broken and lost all hope. He guessed that was what happened when something dear was ripped away from someone.
In the end, Poe knew he made the right decision. He couldn't forsake his values no matter how much he loved Ben.
But it didn't mean....he was going to be able to live with it.
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Date: 2016-08-16 11:20 am (UTC)Fill: Artist AU
Date: 2016-08-16 07:16 pm (UTC)Evan answered the same way over and over again. He didn’t know about Sheppard’s plans. Sheppard didn’t say a thing to him. McKay didn’t mention anything. Weir didn’t mention anything. Beckett didn’t mention anything. No one asked him questions, no one asked him for suggestions. He kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, for someone to ask him about Jonathan, about why he hadn’t been at home with his roommates Captain Donovan and Captain O’Hara, but no one asked.
And then Landry excused the SFs and everyone else. Evan hadn’t asked for a JAG officer because he was innocent, he knew nothing. Sheppard had been assigned to a gate team off the bat and he and Evan had barely seen each other, and they weren’t exactly friends anyway, even if Evan liked Sheppard (and right now he disliked Sheppard very much, for getting him into this mess, but he also prayed that Sheppard’s crazy plan would work).
“I spoke to Airman Troy,” Landry said, “and the SFs sent to retrieve Jonathan O’Neill.”
Here it came, then, the other shoe, and Evan was an ant.
“Given the emergency situation and the classified nature of their dispatch tonight, they are all under strict orders not to reveal the nature or details of tonight’s assignment,” Landry continued.
Evan blinked. “Sir?”
Landry’s expression was sour, and Evan realized - Landry was friends with General O’Neill, had known him for a long time. Landry was being faced with uncomfortable truths about someone he knew and respected - or used to respect.
“If Sheppard’s scheme succeeds, we’ll have Atlantis back,” Landry said, “and after much hair-pulling and screaming, Sheppard will be rewarded, and he’ll be reinstated as the military commander of Atlantis. You will be reinstated as his XO.”
“Yes, sir.” There was a catch. There had to be a catch. Would Evan be demoted? Would there be some unspecified black mark on his file? He’d probably be dishonorably discharged if he stepped one toe out of line
“You will be a model officer, Major. You hear me? Model.”
And just like that, Evan knew. “Yes, sir.”
Landry eyed him. “I believe you, by the way. You had no idea what Sheppard was up to, did you? Because you’ve been...distracted, by your time here on Earth. Turned down command of a gate team. I’m sure you understand now that staying on Earth wouldn’t be the best career choice. The Pegasus and Milky Way Galaxies need John Sheppard’s brand of soldiering, and John Sheppard needs you. Don’t screw it up.” He stood up and left the interrogation room.
Evan remained on the uncomfortable steel chair, staring at the table, at the surveillance photos of Weir apparently flirting with Dr. Lee while Rodney hacked into his computer, of Sheppard and Beckett and Weir taking down the SFs and stealing a jumper. He supposed he’d be let out soon, or maybe they’d keep him in there until they got final word on whatever Sheppard was doing in Atlantis.
The door eased open, and Evan straightened up, wary.
It was Jonathan who stepped into the interrogation room. Evan’s throat closed. Jonathan was wearing SGC-issued olive BDUs and his hair had been freshly buzzed and he looked like a very green cadet. Only according to his uniform, he was Lieutenant O’Neill.
“Jonathan?”
Jonathan’s expression was carefully blank. “Sir,” he said.
“What’s going on? Why are you dressed like that?”
“Congratulations,” Jonathan said. “I’m sure you’ll be glad to be shipping back out to Atlantis.”
“What did they say to you? What did they tell you? Don’t -”
“Godspeed and good hunting, Sir.” Jonathan saluted, and then he was gone.
They were over.
Evan buried his face in his hands and breathed deeply, and not even the news that Sheppard had survived, succeeded, regained Atlantis was enough to ease the ache in his chest.
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Date: 2016-08-16 11:22 am (UTC)You knew there'd come a day
When we would have to say goodbye
Fill: The Faculty - Zeke Tyler, Casey Connor
Date: 2016-08-17 09:50 am (UTC)Zeke stared at the stupid checkered shirt and the much too wide denim Casey was wearing, as ever, and suddenly he felt the urge to cry. How embarrassing! He had never been a pathetic fool who did believe in endless love and happy endings. He was not a guy for a longer relationship; it never did end well.
Being together with Casey for a whole summer had been a record and the boy had crept deeper into his life than planned. First it had been just a game for Zeke, he had enjoyed the challenge. Casey was different than any other he had ever met before; he was well known as the geek at school but deep inside he was much stronger than most of the jocks who bullied him every day. In a strange way, Zeke had always admired him for his stubbornness which let him go his way unperturbed.
It happened a week after graduation, when they met at the Mall. Before Zeke did realize what happened, he was sitting together with Casey at Annie's Icecream Parlor. He actually hated ice cream. But minutes and hours pass by, never before they had talked so much, though they had been lab partners at school during their last year.
At the evening they ended in Zeke's garage. It was not a surprise that Casey was inexperienced but even more how eager he was to learn. Usually, Zeke didn't hook up with virgins; this outright cried for complications. But with Casey everything was easy.
It was the best summer of Zeke's remembrance … but now it was over. Next week Casey would leave Herrington, Ohio, behind to go to College. That was his dream for ages and for sure he deserved it. Zeke knew how hard the time at Herrington High had been for him; nevertheless, Casey had passed school with distinction and he had had the choice between three of the best art schools. Finally, he had decided in favor of San Francisco.
„Zeke?“
Casey's soft voice tore him out of his thought.
„What's wrong?“
He smirked.
„Cali, huh? 2500 miles away.“
„I thought you would be happy about that. It actually never was a question that there'd come the day when we would have to say goodbye.“
It was hard to fight his feelings.
„Yeah, sure,“ Zeke murmured and all he could hope for was that Casey didn't notice the slight trembling in his voice.
„That's how things go. Nothing lasts forever.“
„I've thought about it.“
Casey hesitated shortly before continuing.
„How it would be when you would come with me.“
Zeke blinked. How often had he thought about it, to leave everything behind? The house, he had lived into alone since his parents had decided that he was old enough for that about six years ago. The friends, he used to hang around with in clubs and at parties every weekend. The garage, he was working into for a much too low wage.
A new beginning, far away from all this, together with Casey. It was a tempting thought. Just …
„Frisco, Case, an exciting town. Art school. Beaches and clubs. Pretty guys. I'm sure, you will be much too busy to miss me.“
„Probably it won't be difficult to find someone to fuck,“ Casey agreed.
„But this is not what I want.“
„So, what do you want?“
„You! Without you, everything will be just half as fun.“
Zeke swallowed; usually, this was the point when he knew that a break-up was inevitable. But when he looked in Casey's sparkling blue eyes, at his soft smile, all he could feel was relief. Relief, that this wouldn't be the end but a beginning.
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Date: 2016-08-16 12:06 pm (UTC)Fill 1/2: Stargate Multiverse
Date: 2016-12-10 04:12 pm (UTC)He’d always taken Charlie with him, to teach him how important service to their country was. And he’d tell Charlie stories, too, about the men and women he served with. The funny and strange things they did. The brave things they did.
Charlie had wanted, so badly, to grow up and be just like his father - play baseball and hockey and fly a fighter jet.
Shoot a gun.
After the divorce, after that last mission that just about made Jack crazy, that sent him into retirement, it had taken Sara a couple of years to get back into the swing of things, of Memorial Day as she’d grown up doing it. She hosted barbecues and laid out flowers and reminisced with her family once more. And her reminiscences included Charlie, and she laid flowers on his grave.
Over the past year, things had been shaken up. She’d seen that boy and those strange men at Charlie’s grave, and then she’d seen them again at the grocery store, the boy who could have been Jack as a child, could have been Charlie all grown up, and she’d called Jack, because as painful as their parting had been, she still liked him. Jack was funny and charming and smart and so far away, having been called out of retirement, and now he was a general.
He’d come by the house, and together they’d cleaned out Charlie’s old room, both of them saving some of his possessions for memories, with plans to donate the rest.
Sara hadn’t heard from Jack since, knew he was back in Washington, and it was okay. After that strange incident with the creature who looked like Jack and then Charlie and wanted to find the Stargate, she’d burned with questions, but it was all so long ago, and none of that mattered anymore. She could move on, and finally, so he could.
Still, for Memorial Day, she was going to hold a barbecue, and she was going to reminisce with her relatives - Dad was gone, now - and she was going to leave flowers on the graves of her loved ones.
She walked the familiar path, wildflowers in hand, and saw -
Men. In Air Force dress blues, arrayed at Charlie’s grave. One was in a wheelchair, two were standing. Three other men were with them, all in dark, somber suits. All of them were holding flowers, save the one, who held a baseball.
It took Sara a moment, but she recognized them. The shorter of the soldiers on his feet was the man she saw at the grocery store sometimes. The others who sometimes went shopping with him, to his chagrin.
One of the civilian men was - that dark-skinned teenage boy, who’d been at the grocery store sometimes too.
“His middle name was Tyler?” he asked.
The other young man - the one who looked like Jack, could have been Charlie - nodded. “Yes. Charles Tyler O’Neill.”
“So when I -”
“Cam picked you because he loves you. We all love you.”
The man in the wheelchair reached out, squeezed the boy’s hand.
“Why Tyler? For a middle name,” the boy asked.
“Sara’s maiden name. Charles was a name we picked for ourselves. He was going to have my last name, naturally, but we wanted him to have some of Sara’s family name too,” said the young man.
Sara’s throat closed. How did he know that? He’d just played on Charlie’s little league team, right? Only he said we and my as if he were -
“You’d have liked him,” the young man said. “And I think he would have liked you too.” He knelt and placed the baseball at the base of the headstone.
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Date: 2016-08-16 12:11 pm (UTC)And when we meet, which I'm sure we will
All that was there will be there still
I'll let it pass and hold my tongue
And you will think that I've moved on
Fill (ish): White Flag (Jamie/Keeley, Ted Lasso)
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Date: 2016-08-16 01:36 pm (UTC)Fill: What Remains
Date: 2016-08-17 04:46 am (UTC)"But General Organa sort of is the top brass," Dameron says politely, an arm still wound around Han's waist, keeping him upright. "I think she'll want to--"
"I can take it from here, Commander," Leia says, voice drifting across the loading dock like a Corellian breeze. "Why don't you take Rey and Finn to get something to eat?"
Han sighs, bracing himself to stand tall so Leia won't see him wince in pain, but before he can even stand on his own, Leia's arm is looped through his, fingers firm on his elbow. It's like they've never been apart--him falling, Leia catching.
They've always spared their touches for when they really count. Kisses are good, and so is the stuff that comes after kisses, but they've long grown out of the sort of casual touches that come with true intimacy.
Intimacy among the stars isn't easy. It's much easier to just drift.
"You're a mess," Leia says softly, leading Han into the base, steering him towards what must be her private quarters. Her steps are measured and sure, slow enough for Han to keep up at her side. "I almost lost it, right in here, right at the controls. It was like a lightsaber ran us both through."
"He looked so gone," Han says, not knowing what else could possibly be told. "He wasn't...he wasn't our son, Leia, he was so scared..."
"Sit," Leia says, easing Han into a chair, and he closes his eyes, not wanting to see the pain he knows is on her face, see the way her brow furrows in silent agony. She suffers in the ways of royalty--deep and invisible. Her cool hand brushes his hair back from his forehead, and she steps behind him, cradling his head. "Breathe. Then speak."
She could've cried. She could've demanded to know where Ben was, where Snoke was, why Han couldn't save their boy, how Han survived him, how-why-how, but instead, they just stay still, sharing the warmth of their bodies, trying to not fall apart.
Leia leans down and kisses the crown of Han's head. "You came back to me," she whispers. "You didn't leave me."
"Not yet," he says, and knows that even with all he has lost, he still has her, and he'd go to hell and back before he'd lose her again.
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