24 for corey black?
Thanks for the ask, Nonny. I don’t know if this was the one that you were intending, but I’d recently rebagled two lists. Apologies if it’s not the right one, but have some fluff!
This is set in @keldae‘s DMVerse, a SWTOR AU, which I highly recommend you check out.
They'd gotten the younglings aboard and settled as quickly as possible, their pilot sending them skyward the moment the ramp was up. Curled up on the couches in the common area, several of the Jedi younglings had already fallen asleep. The Mandalorian left his helmet with one of them, who had latched onto it planetside, and had curled up with it wrapped in their arms.
He felt the presence of two of the Jedi following him as he made his way to the Dancer's cockpit. "Resistance forces, assets are aboard. Repeat, assets are aboard. Disengage and head for rendezvous aurek." Moments later, Corey heard the distinctive sound of the ship entering hyperspace, and he hoped that the remaining ships made it through okay, especially considering why they were there.
Korin came forward first, a frown crossing his features as he took in the Mandalorian's eyes and injured face. "Rough day?" He asked, a hint of a smirk playing about his lips. He reached out his hand, and Corey clasped his wrist, pulling him in and clapping him on the back. "Hey, hey! Armor, ow! Don' be digging that into my sof' parts!" He chuckled as he returned the gesture before stepping back.
"I've gotta get something out of today," Corey sighed, shaking his head. "You're never gonna let me live it down." His grin was tired but sincere. "Vor entye, ner vod. Truly."
He released his grip on Korin, eyes searching the cockpit until he found her. Sliding one of his gauntlets off, he reached out and caressed Lana's cheek, as though he couldn't quite believe she was real.
"We need to get you looked at," Lana frowned, reaching for his hand. Her skin was cool against his, and the moment that the reality that she was really in front of him, and not part of a nightmare in which she would be ripped from his grasp, the sulfur drained from his eyes, returning to their natural blue. Everything he'd been holding onto, all the pain and hate, seemed to drift away as he rested his forehead against hers.
"I know you said y' had contacts among the Mandos, but I never woulda guessed..." Korin murmured in the background, more to himself than anything.
Corey leaned down, his fingers tracing Lana's features, and he kissed her. At that moment, the galaxy simply ceased to be; there were only the two of them. No shocked Jedi, no friend who was ushering them out of the cockpit so that they could have a moment of privacy. For the first time in more than two years, they felt complete. Their lips only parted to breathe, as they found each other again, softly meshing together. He'd tasted nothing sweeter, his heart swelling with love as they held each other gently, energy singing through their bond as the Sith began to heal his battered body. Simple proximity was enough of a salve for his soul, and the last thing he remembered was planting a gentle kiss on her cheek, as a smile curved his lips.
