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@madestoried

Ben could not shake the feeling that he was being watched. It must be paranoia and maybe he should talk to his sponsor once again about these things. He opened his apartment and looked at the empty street. He really was imagining all of it. He pulled the lapel of his coat together and made his way to his job. 

The club was not yet open but Ben liked being early. It gave him time to get his head in the game. He started in the business five years ago when his life was a mess and well, he found that it was a great way to earn money and now that he had cleaned up, it was a great way to save up  for a new leaf. 

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     “Hey now,” the thief jumped backwards as she lurched forward, though he did let go of the wallet-- by tossing it at her face. Probably wasn’t intentional. “There’s only one of y-y-y--you, right? So it’s rare. It was a c-c-c--compliment.”

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He wouldn’t stop looking at her, and Rey knew sooner or later she’d crack and spill her guts. Anyone else, and she could hold her own, even if her poker face wasn’t the best; no one could keep a secret like she could. Luke and Han – and Leia – however, they had that gift no one else did of making her want to tell them everything. Except for one thing, which she’d inadvertently told Luke anyway, and now it seemed it had bled over into her interactions with Han.

Unexpectedly, Han’s words only made her want to cry and she rapidly blinked to hold back the tears. Rey had never known unconditional love before Luke had taken her in, and sometimes she still couldn’t quite believe she’d found such a thing, let alone with multiple people. Ironically it only served to make her want to work harder and not fail them, and this felt like a sort of failing.

Fidgeting a few moments more, she glanced downward as she finally blurted it all out. “I had a sort of dream about B–someone, and Luke saw it” she said in a rush, her words spilling out in a breath. Han didn’t need to know the specifics, he could take what he needed from the broad strokes and hopefully he would let it be.

      Whatever it was that Han expected, it hadn’t been that.  In fact, it was nowhere near something as private as a ...  ❝Wait, wh-what?❞  spluttered Han, his shoulders jerking up in shock.  Had he stood two inches closer to the drink-synth, he would’ve slammed his elbow.  ❝You had a dream—an’ Luke saw it?❞

      Although skepticism fastened to his tone, Han knew better than distrust Rey.  It was the Force ( wasn’t it always? ).  More than once had Luke explained to Han the importance of a force bond, how it could influence a student’s development and maturity, as well as aid in keeping an eye on them.  To tell the truth, Han never liked the concept of a teacher-student bond.  His struggle to adjust to Luke’s  ( new and initially, startling )  presence in his head had been bad enough, but a figure of authority—a parental figure?  Over his dead body; Han refused to even imagine.  At least, Luke was his bondmate and best friend ...

      Alright, if things hadn’t lined up before, they were now.  Rey’s ‘dream’ had to have been the reason why his lover seemed distracted during their routine update, earlier this morning before Han had made planet-fall.  Although Luke had promised to discuss it later, Han doubted the man would.  When it came to their daughter, that austere restraint often yielded and reduced the Jedi to a frantic, fumbling mess.   ❝How do y’know for sure?  Didja just wake up an’ know he saw it all?❞

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:D hehehe oh yes.

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It had been a slow day for the Emperor, and mostly tedious clean up from the mishandling his father had done before he had to be disposed of at that.  So it was a complete shock when a flash of blinding purple light engulfed his office, his right hand man completely gone once the light faded.  Instead, there was a young woman practically singing in the Force with her presence looking just as bewildered as he felt.

A moment passes before a muttered, “...the Force hates me.  It’s the only explanation” broke the silence.

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He never could manage to fall asleep in a cot. There’s something too rigid about it, no matter the location: Rebellion, First Order, laboratories. Khan’s never quite been able to tackle the issue, instead curbing it by simply not sleeping at all, not until exhaustion takes him completely, or if he’s forced to patch himself up and avoid properly bleeding out all over the place. 

There’s no admitting it, and likely there never will be, but tonight he tries for her. They’ve been sharing the room for a while now, and he knows that she sleeps as little as he does, and that when the darkness does take her, it manifests as nightmares. Silence speaks the loudest-- it’s her turn to ask him to stay, and he does, letting himself lay like a dead man on the opposite bed, like his presence alone might be enough to slay the monsters in her mind. 

A routine: shallow breathing, nails clawing against the sheets until the fabric is balled in her fists; the inevitable start when she bolts upward. Since he met her, he’s thought it safer to stay silent simply because he knows that sometimes speaking of ghosts calls them to haunt, and both of them have had enough dead and lost things to last a lifetime. 

The routine changes when she moves toward him, wordlessly crawling into bed with him, pulling the covers up to their shoulders. Automatically, like she fits him like a glove, he’s holding her. He’s breathing with her. Khan won’t sleep this night, but all the better to keep Rey near, run his fingers through her hair, and will her demons away when they inevitably return.

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A gentle smile formed upon Finn’s lips when he felt the sheets move and the bed dip slightly. He turned over slowly and wrapped his arms around Rey, pulling her close. “Hi, beautiful.” He greeted her, sleep lacing his voice. He pressed a little kiss against her lips before pressing a kiss against her shoulder and resting against her.