"You just go ahead and touch me whenever you want, huh?" she grumbles.
"Wrong—" he murmurs, dark and silky. "I only touch you a fraction of when I want."
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archiveofourown.org/works/30991691
art by @lilibethsonar.bsky.social
"You just go ahead and touch me whenever you want, huh?" she grumbles.
"Wrong—" he murmurs, dark and silky. "I only touch you a fraction of when I want."
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archiveofourown.org/works/30991691
art by @lilibethsonar.bsky.social
For the first time, something, somehow, is beginning to distract him.
He meant what he said. Rey Johnson isn’t his type, so he doesn’t pay any attention.
Not at first.
archiveofourown.org/works/26760586
art by @jerkybalado.bsky.social
For the first time, something, somehow, is beginning to distract him.
He meant what he said. Rey Johnson isn’t his type, so he doesn’t pay any attention.
Not at first.
archiveofourown.org/works/26760586
art by @jerkybalado.bsky.social
“Don’t go…” she mumbles.
“I’ll just be a second,” he says, starting to rear back, but he halts when she grabs his wrist.
“Just until I fall asleep.”
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archiveofourown.org/works/26637979
art by @cndcrd.bsky.social
“Don’t go…” she mumbles.
“I’ll just be a second,” he says, starting to rear back, but he halts when she grabs his wrist.
“Just until I fall asleep.”
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archiveofourown.org/works/26637979
art by @cndcrd.bsky.social
“You and I remember that moment very differently, Rey. I have, in fact, been waiting for you for a very long time.”
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archiveofourown.org/works/34783969
art by @fl0-0ra.bsky.social
“You and I remember that moment very differently, Rey. I have, in fact, been waiting for you for a very long time.”
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archiveofourown.org/works/34783969
art by @fl0-0ra.bsky.social
“Nobody. I’m no one.”
“But you must have a name. Everyone has—”
“No—I don’t want you to know me, nor do I want to know you. Don’t remember me, princess. Not like this.”
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archiveofourown.org/works/24252553
art by @buriedbloom.bsky.social
“Nobody. I’m no one.”
“But you must have a name. Everyone has—”
“No—I don’t want you to know me, nor do I want to know you. Don’t remember me, princess. Not like this.”
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archiveofourown.org/works/24252553
art by @buriedbloom.bsky.social
“I will love you until I am nothing, until I am dust beneath the ground. And wherever you go beyond here, I only ask that the Force lets me go with you.”
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archiveofourown.org/works/30991691
art by @boomdafunk.bsky.social
“I will love you until I am nothing, until I am dust beneath the ground. And wherever you go beyond here, I only ask that the Force lets me go with you.”
—
archiveofourown.org/works/30991691
art by @boomdafunk.bsky.social
He stares down at her haughtily—a look of someone who has lived too long, seen too much.
“Do not shout, child,” he murmurs silkily. A warning. “It’s impolite.”
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archiveofourown.org/works/55747822
art by @meetingyourmaker.bsky.social
He stares down at her haughtily—a look of someone who has lived too long, seen too much.
“Do not shout, child,” he murmurs silkily. A warning. “It’s impolite.”
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archiveofourown.org/works/55747822
art by @meetingyourmaker.bsky.social