#five line fic

[hintatake]

For the ask game: Bechloe + space (however you choose to interpret that)? :)

I love this okay okay

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“Ew, dude, personal space,” Beca would complain. Usually. Even if someone sat next to her on a sofa. It was instinctive, really, Beca just… did not feel safe, absolutely not, nope nope nope.

Not right now. For weeks - months even - she’d explain it to herself that Chloe was tired, and tactile, and Beca wanted to give her safety so she was being kind. And maybe Beca was - being kind - but she knew that was a lie, deep down. That wasn’t the real reason.

She still, at first, felt the instinct to push Chloe away, because, no, touching her, absolutely not. She couldn’t trust Chloe. Chloe couldn’t trust her. Beca shouldn’t like touching her so much. That’s passed now.

She felt the weight of Chloe’s body on hers, Beca’s back against the shitty dorm room bed all poking metal, her front under chloe’s slow, safe breaths. The scent of perfume and soap, the slight shifting of Chloe’s nose against Beca’s neck. Beca’s fingers tracing the smoothness of Chloe’s back, between her shirt and her shorts.

It definitely felt personal. But Beca would open up her personal space for this. A thousand times more, she hoped.

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OR!

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Chloe panted, grinned. All teeth and energy. With a zip, the crimson of her blade returned to the silver and black of her hilt. “We’re not going to end this fight without someone dying.”

Beca still kept her own blade alive, the green of algae soaked seas, the light scattering across the white plastic of the ship. “That not your goal.”

Chloe almost looked offended at that. “No! I don’t want to kill you. Who cares if you’re on the… other side of the war, or whatever.”

“Huh.” Beca hated how pretty she found Chloe, the slight scratch on her face, surrounded by orange. Hated even more how much she was starting to wish Chloe wasn’t a knight of ren… or worse, that Beca wasn’t a lone Jedi.

“Want to catch your breath a bit? Watch the stars? I bet you do.” And they stared out the window, into space, the curling fingers of a distant nebulae, wondering what would be born from it.

[letterfromtrenwith]

Dwight and Sarah + love

Hope you like :)

“Oh, Papa, I am all over the place!” Sarah Enys - soon to be Sarah Howard - paced excitedly across the Persian rug in Killewarren’s parlour.

“When I married your mother, I felt as if my heart would beat straight out of my chest,” Dwight smiled at the memory - so many years ago! - and at his beautiful daughter, about to take the first step into her new life; how proud and bittersweet a day this was for a father.

“Are you ready, Papa?” She held out her hands, and he took them gently in his.

“Yes, my love, I am ready.”

[rapidashrider]

For your five line drabble and inspired by our recent SQC rewatch: "I charge for this!" :) x

“Yeah, right,” said Jyn beside him, rolling her eyes and shoving him playfully with her shoulder. “You’d be up in front of Procedures if they ever even caught wind of you rewriting someone else’s report.”

“You trying to put me off?” asked Cassian, looking up from her disastrously patchy report with a wry grin. 

She shoved him again, more gently this time, and stayed leaning against him as wrapped his arm around her.

“See, it’s all about following the structure,” he began, and she closed her eyes with a smile, listening to him explain, and hoping never to move from this spot.

[rapidashrider]

If you get tired of me sending these, lemme know. "He was going back to a place he'd hoped he would never see again."

The factory on Kemarii would be the easiest recruitment sortie ever, he had been told, in a briefing that had covered logistics, security, identity, itinerary.

It hadn’t covered starvation. It hadn’t covered the smell, or the hollow-eyed workers too exhausted even to notice him, or the girl no more than half his own age who had simply fallen, lifeless, from her position, or how nobody would even stop working to register her loss; it had covered how to simply walk away.

He reached across from his pilot’s chair and took Jyn’s hand, and she squeezed back, a tight, tender reminder of his newest lesson: be strong and break the rules.

Time to put it right.