#bodhi rook imagines

[shortcrust]

Bodhi Rook and Luke Skywalker are both desert sons, throwing themselves against hope like waves do rocks, crashing for the goodness of the galaxy, for cynicism to melt like nighttime does in the face of twin suns. They continue one another in the same way that the tails of a coin continues the heads. They never know, never see the other side. Imagine dying for a mission you cradled in the basket of your ribs and someone like you, but good, but fresh, continuing it, making it all real. I think they should kiss about it.

[rogueonebrackets]

Rogue One Drinking Contest

Welcome to Part Deux of the Rogue One Brackets Series: the Rogue One Drinking Contest (as voted by you guys)!

The rules are simple: whoever chugs down their cup faster wins. Yes, we're playing with alcohol.

There's a few changes this round: most important of all, I've decided to remove K2. Fear not, it's only for this round, but since droids don't really eat or drink, it didn't seem logical to include him. Imagine he's the judge or something.

But we have some new characters too! Admiral Raddus, as well as Generals Merrick and Dodonna. Since we're no longer playing with exactly 16 characters, there's gonna be two play-ins to determine who will be facing off against Jyn and Cassian in the next rounds.

Speaking of facing off, here are the official match-ups:

General Dodonna vs Admiral Raddus (PLAY-IN #1)

Governor Tarkin vs General Merrick (PLAY-IN #2)

Jyn Erso vs General Dodonna/Admiral Raddus

Saw Gerrera vs Lyra Erso

Baze Malbus vs Ruescott Melshi

Tivik vs Chirrut Imwe

Bodhi Rook vs Bail Organa

Davits Draven vs Orson Krennic

Galen Erso vs Mon Mothma

Governor Tarkin/General Merrick vs Cassian Andor

The play-in votes to come soon. Let's see who will be the Ultimate Drinking Champion!

[wipbigbang]

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Star Wars: Rogue One

#118

Title: After It Breaks [working title]

Pairing/Characters: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso/Bodhi Rook

Rating Mature | M

Warnings/Tags: Graphic Violence, Non-con/Rape

Implied/referenced torture and sexual assault. Medical treatment for life-threatening injuries.

Summary: When Cassian is captured and tortured on a mission, the aftereffects of his ordeal rupture the fragile web of relationships developing between him, Jyn, and Bodhi.

[ao3feed-rebelcaptain2]

The Change One Year Can Make

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/W2QbKNI

by Captastra

Hoping for a new chance in life, Jyn makes her escape to a new city. She didn't expect much difference beyond the freedom she was hoping to find. But the neighbors in her new home show her a welcome she hadn't expected, let alone capturing the eye of her next door neighbor, Cassian. Over the course of one year, Jyn becomes a part of a new family and finds a love she could never imagine.

Words: 3461, Chapters: 1/12, Language: English

Fandoms: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Andor (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor, Chirrut Îmwe, Baze Malbus, Bodhi Rook, Brasso the Ferrixian (Star Wars), Ruescott Melshi

Relationships: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Neighbors, Found Family, Drama & Romance, Friendship, Minor Chirrut Îmwe/Baze Malbus, Fluff, domestic life, Slice of Life

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/W2QbKNI

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Happy follower celebration!!! Oml thats so many congrats seriously you deserve it. So i just rewatched rogue one and have the biggest feels. I was wondering if i could get a rogue one matchup specifically other star wars a a whole works too.

I go by she/her and am bi.

As for personality I am quite introverted and tend to love just chilling in my room. I do however open up around close friends where I can be loud, especially when talking about my interests.

As for hobbies I love digital art. I love digital illustration, making character models/art for game design, web design, graphics, and more. I love playing rpg video games, visual novels, otomes etc. I also love reading fantasy, classical literature, myths and folklore. I like making jewelry too! Love watching films from like every era while beading bracelets and necklaces as well. As much as i enjoy spending time in my room with my hobbies, one of my favorite things to do is travel the world. I also love to bellydance to Arabic and Bollywood music.

Id say my strengths are definitely my imagination and creativity. I tend to get lost in my head in made up worlds and use that for my digital art. Id also say that im quite good at being on top of things and will always finish all my work before play.

For weaknesses its my pessimism and anxiety. I get into ruts where sometimes all I see is a doom scenario.

Thats it! Thank You!

Now onto your ship. Im pretty sure ive shipped you with Obi Wan before but im sticking with that! Its your pensive nature and reliableness. You two feel like peas in a pod. I can totally see both of you relaxing in the library exploring history of different plantets.

Thanks and congrats once again!

I ship you with Bodhi Rook

What can I say, but soft. You two are soft together.

Your both naturally introverted and so know when it’s time to recharge you batteries and give each other the space you need. Bodhi is admittedly not as creative as you, but he’d be fully supportive of you art. You two are comfortable just being in each other’s presence.

The one hang up is the two of you can play into each other’s anxieties at times. However, Bodhi is much better at pulling himself out of it and doing the scary thing anyway. He’ll help you do the same with nothing but empathy. He knows how hard it can be.

Ah yes, my Star Wars husband returns.

6K Follower Celebration (Requests Are Open)

(12/30)

[where-dreamers-go]

The current Rebel base was as active as usual. Daylight meant another day full of completing tasks, taking orders, and preparing for the next mission. Even with a list of things to do, it wasn't always hectic. There were pauses between runs and checking supplies.

One such pause had you checking the contents of a crate in the hangar bay. Crouched down, you were out of everyone's way and apparently out of sight.

You picked up the voices of fellow rebels, Jyn Erso and Bodhi Rook. Each kind and had their own ways of displaying rebellious behavior. You all joined the cause one way or another

Bodhi seemed to be the more cautious and timid of the pair. Yet that had not stopped him from pushing change in the galaxy. A hero in your eyes, the kind who thinks before acting. Cute too.

Their voices were hushed, which made you curious as well as dishonest for listening in.

"How long are you planning to keep this up?" Jyn asked, concerned.

"I'm...not sure." Bodhi said just over a whisper.

The pair must had stopped to talk before heading for their ship.

"Don't you want something to happen? You can't just stand around dreaming about it." Jyn said.

"What if they don't....don't feel the same or at all?"

"I'm not the person who can give you the answers. You need to try....even if it frightens you because I know what you feel for (Y/N) is much stronger than any fear."

The datapad in your hand fell into the crate. Luckily for you it didn't break, but it did hit about five food packs.

Mouthing for silence from inanimate objects, you grabbed the datapad to finish checking off the crate's contents. If only everything didn't seem so much louder.

"Bodhi," Jyn said firmly. "Next time you see them, ask if they'd like to eat with you. How's that sound? Doable?"

"I think so." He said, if only still unsure.

"Good." Her voice raised. "Because they might need help with the crates."

Your eyes widened and the datapad met the flooring.

[regrettablewritings]

F,h,k, and m for bhodi please!!

Glad to see the Bodhi fandom is alive and kicking! Stuff’s below the cut

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?):

Surprisingly, Bodhi is someone who handles the realization of his feelings the best out of the Rogue One squad (second only to Chirrut). He’s not necessarily emotionally congested like Cassian or Jyn, and he’s most definitely not the type to bombastically deny anything like Baze; he’s actually very self-aware and in tune with his feelings. Because of this, he’s not in denial to himself when he recognizes he has romantic feelings for you. However, it is also because of this that he doesn’t fully buy into the depth at which he feels for you: Bodhi knows he’s a romantic at heart, and it’s caused him some heartbreak in the past with a rejection or two. 

It actually doesn’t register to him as a real, genuine form of love until it one day clicks with him just how much of a calming presence you were to have in his life.

He already knew you helped him relax: You could get him to melt like butter with just a hug or a few scritches of your fingers against his scalp. But these were arguably short-term stims; they weren’t unappreciated, he just never thought to look into them as anything particularly beyond what they appeared to be. At first.

There wasn’t anything particularly special about the day that it hit him. There wasn’t even anything mind-blowing about the moment: There had been plenty of days that ended with his head in your lap as you rubbed his scalp soothingly. Yet he still found himself thinking about the day: There had been no immediate errands assigned to either party, so you both were able to take your time with breakfast; he helped you deliver spare parts scavenged from wrecked Imperial TIE-Fighters to the engineering department for their own use; you helped him apply minute repairs to the small ship he’d been assigned; you both sat in on a counsel meeting; and then you managed to convince him to ditch training (“C’mon, they’re just gonna make you run laps on those spindly legs.”).

And you’d been sitting together, under this tree, ever since. He wasn’t sure if it had been an hour or less, but whatever it was just wasn’t enough; he wanted to always be in a feeling like this, with his head on your lap and the warm sun cradling you both in silence. Well, relative silence: The tree you’d sought refuge beneath was just close enough to the base to still be able to hear a bit of the commotion, but neither of you seemed to mind. In fact, if it weren’t for the X-Wings and pods were flying over head, the whirring of droids, and drill instructors shouting orders, one might’ve forgotten that there was a war going on.

. . . Bodhi had forgotten there was a war going on. Well, maybe not completely, but just enough that it didn’t once hit him hard enough to make his stomach clench with fear. His brain hadn’t been invaded by an intrusive thought all day: There was no “What if this doesn’t last?” or “A bomb could drop any moment” or even “Any moment now, somebody is going to come find us and tell me I have a mission to go on.” Even now, he hadn’t once thought about the very real possibility that an instructor would come find him and drag him from the sweet comfort of his significant other’s arms to the brutal reality of training.

Instead, he’d spent the entire day just being present with you. The most of the future he considered was, “I wonder what comes next?”

And if you could make someone like Bodhi think that, then surely you had to be pretty darn special.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?):

As much as he loves your touch, Bodhi isn’t one for public displays of affection. It just doesn’t sit well with him, hence why hand-holding tends to be reserved for when the two of you are alone. If you’re relaxing by one of the designated “Bodhi Relaxation Trees”, there’s a good chance that in some way, your fingers are entwined.

The cute thing about it is that it feels so very schoolboyish: The grip isn’t too tight, and there’s a fluttering sense of nervousness. But not in Bodhi’s usual line of nerves: It’s more akin to that of a little boy finally being able to hold his crush’s hand. Complete with a slight dampness of sweat (but not damningly so)! Nevertheless, it’s part of the methods you can use to calm him. On the rare occasion, however, you can slip a handhold or two in. But usually only due to a very certain criteria: If you’re at a council meeting, and you’re in the very back, and/or Bodhi’s built-in stress-o-meter is rocketing so hard that you can feel it radiating off of him.

In which case, he certainly could benefit from feeling your hand in his, grounding him with every gentle and consoling stroke of your thumb across his knuckles.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?):

Bodhi’s kisses are short and sweet, more like pecks than anything. But that’s not a bad thing: They leave you wanting more!

When it came to the first kiss, you two had to meet halfway. Initially, to your intrigue, it was Bodhi who seemed intent on closing the distance between the both of you as you sat on his cot in his section of the sleeping quarters. As tempting as it was to poke at how he must’ve felt pretty confidence, you were far too pleased with what his body language appeared to be telling you: His lips slightly puckered, eyes nearly closed as if relaxing, breathing quickening --

You nearly pouted when he froze. Dammit, you scowled, where did all that courage go?! Still, you were quite proud of him for even trying to initiate physical contact, especially for such a big first. That was a big deal; it deserved a reward.

Bodhi, on the other hand, wanted to kick himself. He’d been so sure of his confidence -- right up to the last moment, when his stupid anxieties just had to come crawling back into his senses. He began to lean back, trying his best not to visibly pout. But then, maybe this was for the best? What if his lips were too dry? What if the kiss was way too moist? What if he accidentally smacked his forehead against yours, or poked your eye, or clashed your teeth together, or --

He barely had time to process your hands cupping his face before he found himself being pulled back towards you. Toward your lips . . .

He always did work better with your help . . .

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?):

For as little as there generally is to do on Yavin IV, you two still manage to find the means to harvest memories out of: In little walks, in conversations, in sleep-muddled talks about the future. To narrow it down when the two of you had only just begun your story together would be a crying shame. Besides . . . You’re both holding out for a good memory off-planet, out of a war-riddled period. Fingers crossed that it involves a night out on Canto Bight with plenty of hijinks to get in and out of without Bodhi having a panic attack or going crazy at the betting tables.

Thanks for asking! Hope it turned out okay . . .

[anotherimaginescollection]

Could I please ask for a headcanon about Bodhi Rook and the reader calming each other out? Thank you

Thetwo of you always seem to be able to read each others’ emotions, knowing whencalming is the only thing that can help.

Helpingcalm him down from nightmares.

‘Hey, hey!’ you said, gently takinghold of Bodhi’s shoulder and pulling him from his nightmare.

He sat bolt upright, almost head-buttingyou, and glanced around feverishly.

‘It’s all right,’ you assured him,tightening your grip on his shoulder, and forcing his attention your way. ‘Itwas just a dream.’

At that moment he all but collapsed inon himself, resting his head on your shoulder. ‘Stay with me?’

‘Always,’ you assured him, gentlypulling him closer to you. Sometimes all he needed was to know that you werethere.

Himalways knowing what you need and when. Calming each other wasn’t always thesame, it depended on what had happened, what you needed to be calmed down from.But somehow you always knew what the other needed.

Himhaving to calm you down when people irritate you.

‘What was he thinking?’ you snapped, prowlingacross the room.

‘He’s a jerk,’ Bodhi admitted, ‘heprobably wasn’t thinking at all.’

You rounded on him, almost accusinghim of siding with the guy that had been insulting him not ten minutes earlier.The only reason you hadn’t punched the due was because Bodhi had steered youaway, reminding you that revenge was a dish best served cold.

He held up his hands, pouting at youslightly in a hilarious way that made the irritation subside slightly. ‘Now,can we get food or do you want to continue with your tiger impression?’

You scoffed. ‘My what?’ you asked, butyou felt your irritation slipping away; felt yourself calming ever so slightly.

Notjust calming each other down with negative things, also trying to quell excitementand things if they are getting in the way of thinking logically when you needto.

[silentwaters4]

For anon...enjoy!

You ducked behind some scrap as more bucket-heads ran from the shelter of the main building. Your little area was in between them and the open ship you had landed in. Bodhi. You best friend, and admittedly your crush, was still in the ship ready for the get away; you had to protect him.

Taking in a deep breath, you popped back up and starting shooting as much as you could. Several of them fell in quick succession. It had become complete hell down here and you could only hope Jyn and Cassian were making progress.

When that group was down, you hustled over to the open hull. The clang of your body against the metal caused the pilot to jolt. You sent him a smirk as he stared at you with wide eyes.

“What the hell? You’re supposed to be with Chirrut!” “Ah, he’s got Baze. They’ll be fine,” you paused to start shooting at another troop. “Besides, someone’s gotta guard your sorry ass.” Bodhi let out a chuckle. “Yeah, thanks for the worry.”

You refocused on the people shooting at you. You watched as comrades died, but you forced yourself to keep going. One with yellow gear caught your eye. They were running toward you, toward Bodhi as he called for help, holding a small container. Your eyes widened.

“Oh hell no.”

With quick succession, you shot their chest, then their hand, and then the flying device. Momentarily, you ducked from the large flaming blast that resulted from it.

Hopping into the ship, you fell to one knee while continuing to shoot. Unbeknownst to you, Bodhi was staring with a gaping jaw. You just saved his life.

“Any chance you can hurry it up, Bo?” you shouted at him.

He refocused.

A loud cheer erupted within the ship as the remaining watched Scarif explode. Somehow your little group of misfits had survived and managed to fly away. Though the loss was heavy, in the moment, everyone only felt relief.

Having turned autopilot on, Bodhi had walked over toward you. He gripped your wrist before kissing your hand.

“Thank you,” he murmured, “for saving my life.”

Blushing, you threw your arms around him and gave him a desperate kiss. Out of surprise, he didn’t respond. He did keep his hold on you. When you pulled back, his gaze was glossed over as he smiled.

“That was...” “Unexpected,” you offered. “Amazing,” he finished.

Grinning like an idiot, you ducked your head into his shoulder. He held the embrace, kissing the top of your head. There was loss, but he still had you.

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[certifiedskywalker]

Masterlist

Masterlist

Star Wars Imagines Riverdale Imagines 13 Reasons Why Imagines  

Star Wars :

Kylo Ren:

“I feel it again…the call to the Light” Acceptance Human Loving Lies Irresistible Fools Runaway House Of Memories Anger Control Beast (Version 1) Beast (Version 2) Young God Recovery Hidden Tattoo Headcannons Why Does Kylo Ren Wear His Mask

Poe Dameron:

Poe Dameron X Stubborn!Reader Poe Dameron X Shy!Reader My Constant Breathe Poe As A Boyfriend His Arms (Male!Reader) Not Enough Time (Solo!Reader)

Han Solo:

The Story of Our Lives Easy Game Dating Han Solo Would Include…

Cassian Andor:

Su Vida Sour Imperative Cassian Andor X Chubby!Reader Internal Injuries Cassian Andor X Rule Breaker!Reader Let’s Hurt Tonight

Luke Skywalker:

Dumb Pilot Loving Someone Better Heat Of Battle Moment In Time Jealously

Obi-Wan Kenobi :

Grief and Love Torture Torture Part Two Mind Games

Ben Solo:

Don’t Imagine Ben Solo

Galen Erso:

Romance and Probability

Bodhi Rook:

Something Right May I? Bodhi Rook X Chubby!Reader Napping Tell Me Why

Tell Me Why (Part Two)

Anakin Skywalker:

Tragedy The Calm Before the Storm Anakin As A Boyfriend Don’t Imagine Anakin Skywalker Anything

Jyn Erso:

More Time - Jyn Erso X Male!Reader

Chirrut Imwe:

Chirrut X Shy!Reader

Identity - A Star Wars Story:

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Riverdale :

Jughead Jones:

It’s Hard Enough It’s Hard Enough - Part 2 Being Jughead Jone’s Best Friend Would Include… About You Together. Undercover Over The Summer Jealous Canoodling Tomorrow Stupidity Beautiful Trouble Worth It Forgotten Safe Family Name Sleeping Better Alright Coming Out Forsythe Hair Surprise Party Say It Again Love Thy Enemy Remember When What A Future That Will Be Never Easy I’ll Prove It To You Goodbye Jughead Jones X Plus Sized!Reader Perfect Nightmares Punk Never Easy Part Two Friends Fight Rain Family Dinner Ink I Missed You In Private Mistakes More Than Friends It’s Hard Enough - Part 3 Rescued Images Knight Of The Party

Archie Andrews:

Better Than Words Sorry Star Disaster What About Me?! Change Your Mind Last Breath How Would You Feel My Anchor Breaking Up

Veronica Lodge:

Loner Being Veronica’s Girlfriend Would Include… How I See It Alright Opposites Attract Roman Holiday Make Me Happy

Betty Cooper:

Being Betty Cooper’s Best Friend Would Include… Brilliant

Cheryl Blossom:

Being Cheryl Blossom’s Bestfriend Would Include… Bucket List Princess Galway Girl Love Is Pain Hearts Don’t Break Around Here

Lost Time Say You Won’t Let Go Poker Face

On and Off Again Relationship headcannons

Reggie Mantle:

Cheer You Up Change Of Heart But He’s A Bully

13 Reasons Why Imagines :

Jeff Atkins :

Labels

Jeff Atkins X Chubby!Reader

Justin Foley :

Home

Meet Me in the Hallway

Plus there’s more to come....

[callioope]

I told myself I was going to post something for May the Fourth, and I may not have started it until this evening but gosh darn it, here it is, with over an hour to spare: the Mighty Nein Rogue One crossover AU I’ve been putting off writing since August.

Am I still on my Critical Role bullshit? Did I mash up my two favorite franchises? Did writing this make my heart ache to watch Rogue One again? Is this super niche? Is this super self indulgent? All of the above. Sure hope there’s enough overlap for someone to enjoy this. 

Anyways: Everybody lives. Set sometime before Return of the Jedi. Something something, C2 campaign grafted onto the Star Wars universe and this takes place after whatever that would be. 

---

This time, when the interrogation ends, Major Andor opens the door on the left. 

Groggy from a week long test of fidelity, Essek doesn’t move and simply stares at the shadowed hallway beyond.

“Welcome to the Alliance to Restore the Republic, Essek of no den,” Andor says, stepping aside. His voice sounds just as weary as Essek feels. Weary, and almost neutral, but the tiniest upticks in the corner of his mouth. “Your crew is waiting for you.”

He gestures towards the door. At the mention of the Mighty Nein, Essek finally rises. It could be a trick, his delirious brain warns him. But while Andor has put him through the proper paces that any competent intelligence officer would, he’s never used underhanded tactics. Not torture. 

A better spymaster than myself, he thinks. His brain is not kind. He doesn’t deserve kindness. And beyond that door, if Andor speaks true, and he likely does, kindness waits for him. Essek swallows, but his mouth is dry. 

“Go on,” Andor says. “We’re done here.”

Essek walks through door as if in a daze. On the other side, someone new waits for him: not the hulking, reprogrammed KX-series droid, nor the sullen, suspicious rebel lieutenant that both took turns escorting him to his makeshift cell. 

The man looks at him with soft, dark eyes. The messy hair falling out of the ponytail, the facial hair, and something about his posture reminds him of Caleb, the way he folds in on himself. Caleb is waiting, he thinks, and his stomach churns at that thought, whether that’s excitement or anxiety, he doesn’t want to look to deep to find out. Besides, he’s truly gone through enough soul searching thai week.

“Hello,” the man says, holding out his hand. “Bodhi Rook. I’m the pilot.”

“Essek They—” his voice catches on the name, both from scratchiness but also from the reminder that he no longer bears that name. He shakes head. “Habit. Essek of no den.”

“Oh, sorry, here.” Rook holds out a canteen. Only decades of experience allow Essek to maintain his dignity as he slowly accepts the container and sips water. He knows he must not gulp, that would make his stomach sick, although his body is parched. 

“He hates having to do this, you know,” Rook says, as he starts leading him through an unfamiliar tunnel. “But I do — I get it. I had to go through the same thing — the same ‘orientation,’ if you will. I defected, too.”

Essek sighs, a long exhale that whistles through his nose. “I’ve been in his position. I’ve done worse. You don’t need to apologize.”

Rook cocks his head and looks at him. “I don’t need to apologize. But I am. It’s not pleasant regardless of what you think you deserve. And as I said, I know. I defected, too.”

After taking another sip of water, Essek takes the obvious bait. “Where were you stationed?”

“Eadu,” he says. “Eadu Energy Conversion Laboratory.” 

Essek stops. “Eadu,” he repeats. He recognizes the name, but his groggy brain can’t place it. 

“Where Galen Erso worked,” Rook clarifies. 

The canteen clutched tightly in his fingers, Essek looks back down the hall towards where Andor had spent most of the week extracting every ounce of intelligence in Essek’s brain. Right. Eadu. He’d never been officially told the name of that planet, but had uncovered through his own espionage and analysis after Ludinus had failed to provide extensive details of Erso’s research. 

His eyes slide back to Rook, who watches him calmly, expression relaxed and open. No judgment or scorn. “Did you know him?” Essek asks carefully.

“I still do,” he says, with a gentle smile.

Nodding, Essek starts moving again and Rook falls in step next to him. This makes sense. Of course it makes sense. They’d chosen Andor to interview him specifically because of his background knowledge. All of his crew must know Erso. Perhaps they’d even been the team to extract him from Eadu several years ago. 

“Is—is he here?” Essek dares to ask. He doubts he’ll receive an answer.

Bodhi shakes his head. “No, but I think your friend—Caleb? Has been in contact with him. You know, he is another defector. Well, I’m sure you know. You worked with him, didn’t you?”

“Not—as such. Not exactly.”

“He’s very nice. Not like Jyn. I mean, Jyn is nice, but also tough, Galen is not like that. Don’t tell her I said that — that’s she’s not nice and that she is nice. She doesn’t like compliments much.”

“Jyn?” 

“Oh, right. Don’t think you got names before. She was your, uh, cell guard.”

“She’s Erso’s daughter?”

“Yep.”

“What is it that they say? It’s a small galaxy.”

Rook chuckles. “You have no idea. Not only could you and start our own defectors club, but — well, are the rumors true? Are you and Widogast…?”

“Are we what?” Essek asks, taken off-guard by this new line of questioning. 

“You know. Together?”

Essek would choke on his own saliva if he had any. To cover, he takes a long sip of he canteen; it’s nearly finished. “I…”

“I’m sorry, that’s personal. I shouldn’t have asked. It’s just, well, Luke is really eager to meet him, and somehow it always works out that they’re never in the same system at the same time. You know how it is. But I was wondering if you could arrange a meeting. There’s not that many Jedi around and—”

“You are talking about Luke Skywalker?” Essek asks. 

Rook nods.

“You are — am I to understand, you are telling me that you are — that you and Luke Skywalker are together?” One week of exhausting interrogations and Essek is unable to string a proper question together. 

“Yes. Why is everyone so surprised by that?” He rolls his eyes. “I mean, I get it, I carried the plans to the Death Star, which Luke used to destroy it, there is sort of a — sort of a nice, narrative to it, I guess. But still.”

Essek raises his eyebrows and takes a closer look at Rook. Not quite the same, but also not too different a story about a couple who met when one person returned the very item the other had stolen. He drains the canteen.

“Luke helped me, after i defected. He helped me… find the light.”

The image of Caleb, warm and blinding like the sun, comes to mind again. Maybe it’s something about Jedi. Even with all the darkness of Caleb’s past, his literal experience with the Dark Side, his hope and persistence to improve still shine brighter than any star Essek has ever studied. 

“I’m sorry.” Rook shakes his head. “I’m babbling. The point is. Some rebels are going to be assholes because you defected. But if you ever want to vent, I’m here. I’ve gone through it. And,” he leans a little closer, “same thing, about the Jedi boyfriend thing. Force users, you know?”

Essek realizes Rook must not have been fully briefed on Essek’s own background. He levitates the canteen back to Rook’s hands and raises an eyebrow.

Rook actually laughs. “Okay. Guess I didn’t read the brief closely enough. You a Jedi, too?”

“No,” Essek says, snorting. “We use the Force differently on Xhorhas. I am told it is closer to how the Dathomirians interact with it.”

“I see. Interesting. Well. Here we are.”

They turn the corner and the tunnel opens up to a vestibule, which then opens up to a hangar where the Nein Heroez sits next to another ship.

Speaking of Caleb — just meters away, he sits crosslegged in the shadow of the ship. He’s talking to a hologram that Essek cannot see. Truly exhausted, Essek feels his heart race at the sight of him. 

Past him, the rest of the Nein mingle with Andor and Rook’s crew. Beau spars with his former guard, the apparent daughter of Galen Erso, while Fjord watches. Yasha silently polishes her blade beside a large man as he repairs a repeating cannon. Veth appears to be pestering the KX droid. Caduceus sips tea with a Guardian of the Whills. 

Frowning, his eyes search the vast hangar for Jester, but before he can spot her, blue eyes catch his own. Caleb ends his call, rises, and moves to close the remaining distance between them. The moment stretches out before Essek, as time has stretched and pulled all week, until suddenly Caleb stands before him.

No one else has spotted him yet. Caleb steps even closer, one hand drifting over his arm, the other cupping his neck. He drops his forehead to Essek’s, closes his eyes, and breathes. Essek follows. Where Caleb goes, he follows. 

When they finally pull away, Rook has moved away. 

“You good?” Caleb asks. His voice is almost as hoarse as Essek’s. 

“I will be,” he says. 

Just at that moment, he hears a loud voice echo across the chamber. “Guys, there really is like no good food here. As soon as they release Essek, we’re finding the closest bakery. I’m sure he’s hungry and he needs—” 

Jester cuts off suddenly, not unlike her intergalactic messages, and squeaks. “Essek!” 

Next he knows, the Nein surround him with their special brand of loving chaos. Tired though he is, he smiles. If he leans a little against Caleb, no one says anything. Eventually, they usher him towards their ship, Fjord in particular taking effort to herd them towards the ramp. 

Truly, the strange passage time vexes him — something he proclaims to be the master of slips through his fingers in fits and starts, merely due to overtiredness. He longs to trance. Caleb sits him down on a crate near the ramp as the rest of the crew prepares to leave. The Rogue One crew, as he learns they are called, keep a distance, although Jyn Erso keeps eyeing him from across the way. 

Caleb stays at his side, telling him about what they’ve been up to in the past week. He honestly only absorbs about half of it — specifically making note to ask follow up questions about this project with Galen Erso and whether he really will be allowed to work with him.

When the ship is finally ready, Rook approaches him once more. 

“Here’s how you can reach me,” he says. “It’s not always reliable but I hear — I hear your friend jester is good with finagling communications across systems. And well, I hear you’re not too bad at that yourself. Anyways. I meant — what I told you.” His eyes dart to Caleb and back.

Caleb snorts. “Ja, I will try to find time to meet with Skywalker.”

Rook grins sheepishly. “Good, good. Well.” He steps back and gives a little nod. “Might Nein. May the Force be with you.”

[reythemandalor]

all i am saying is, if they wanted to introduce Eli Vanto into the mainstream canon, it would be smart to do it before Ahsoka, so audiences would be familiar with the character and thus less exposition is required later on.

Gee, if only there was a live action show about fighting the Empire set before SW Rebels, premiering before Ahsoka. . . . if only

[self-proclaimed-chaotic-good]

When I Was Older | Poe Dameron x Reader (Oneshot)

Words: 1584

A/N: How long has it been?! Tryna get back into writing again and decided to take a break from the series that I’m working on to do a quick oneshot. Figured it’d be easier to get the creative juices flowing if I browse through my Spotify playlist. Crazy how someone could be banging out a story every day for one whole month then take a break for a couple of months and feel like they haven’t written in forever.

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The village was completely destroyed. The informant was missing, the others in your squadron confirmed that their body was not found among the fallen. Poe cursed, kicking a piece of debris before gripping at his curls in frustration. You grimaced, approaching one of the housing that remained standing. Being careful of the rubble, you stepped around and searched inside, hoping that there was a clue to the informant’s whereabouts, some sort of sign.

The house had a modest interior, but appeared well loved and well lived in. You could only imagine what it had been like for this family to be living about their lives until the First Order storms through their village.

You stooped down, gingerly picking up a doll of what looked to be a humanoid droid. It was still intact, save for the broken eye and crooked limbs, but fixable. Stepping closer to the broken stairs, you heard a faint sniffing.

“Hello?” you called out softly. There was scrambling across the floorboards above. “It’s safe now. You can come out.”

“(Y/n)?” Poe said, hearing your voice in the house.

“I think there’s someone in here,” you said, looking up the stairs.

Poe looked at the state of the stairs and shook his head. “It’s too dangerous to go up there…,” he muttered, walking towards it anyways. “Hello? We’re here to help.”

A small head poked through one of the broken floorboards. “Hey,” you said with a small smile, “Is it just you?”

The small head nodded with a sniff, brown eyes wide in fear and sadness.

“We’re gonna get you down there, okay, buddy?” Poe assured them. He took a tentative step up, minding the broken boards, then took another step.

Halfway up, he saw a young boy, possibly younger than twelve. He wore a loose dark gray shirt and shorts, dusty goggles resting on his short black hair. Poe reached his arms out towards him. The boy slowly made his way over to him and froze as the step under him creaked.

“It’s okay,” Poe said, “Move quickly. I’ll catch you, I promise.”

He nodded, taking a deep breath before rushing over, landing in Poe’s arms who rushed down the steps before they could cave in. Your arms shot out to steady him before he could fall back.

“You two okay?” you asked.

Poe nodded, lowering the boy onto his feet. He crouched in front of him and dusted off his hair. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Bokan,” he said quietly. “My family… they’re dead, aren’t they?”

You and Poe exchanged a look before turning back to Bokan. He just lowered his head and let out a soft whimper. “I saw everything,” he said, “But my aunt… I don’t know where she went.”

“Your aunt?” you asked.

“She said that she was going to meet someone outside of the village. I never saw her since.”

You sighed. “We’ll get you somewhere safe, Bokan, and we’ll help you find your aunt, too. Will you be okay with coming with us?”

He nodded, then spotted the doll in your hand. You handed it to him and he quickly pulled it to his chest. The two of you made your way to the squad to update them of the situation before getting ready to leave. You took Bokan into your X-Wing with just enough room to fit him with you. His eyes did light up as you buckled in with him in your lap. His hands reached out towards the console and steering controls before pulling away.

“When we’re safe at the base, maybe I can show you how it all works,” you offered.

“I’d like that,” he said.

The flight back to base was uneventful, but you did see Poe trying to do tricks with his X-Wings to cheer Bokan up, earning a laugh from him.

At the debriefing, Poe explained the situation and about Bokan. Leia sighed in frustration as more innocent lives were lost at the hands of the First Order but knew that there was some hope as the informant could possibly still be alive. She suggested being on a look out for any messages sent by her and to notify her immediately.

“And what of the kid?” another general asked.

“We’re taking him in until we find his aunt, of course,” Leia said firmly. “He’s safer with us than out there vulnerable or worse, taken by the FIrst Order to be trained as a stormtrooper.”

From then on, Bokan became part of the Resistance. Humans, aliens, and droids all looked after him, but he always asked when you or Poe were going to take him flying. With reconnaissance missions and looking for his aunt, there hadn’t been much time since you'd found him. The others at the base managed to occupy him, showing him around the place and teaching him things from how droids work to how to play sabacc. You did get a little worried when you heard how quick he was learning that game and warned the pilots to not let him play too much.

When you finally got a free day, you took Bokan to the hangar to check out the different ships. He ran up to your X-Wing and you had to help him up the ladder to the cockpit, placing your helmet onto his head. He grinned, gripping onto the steer controls and pretended to fly.

“I always wanted to fly something like this,” he said.

You moved onto the other ships, explaining the different models and the purposes for each one. The two of you stopped in front of a U-Wing and he smiled.

“I remember flying one of these when I was older,” he said, walking up to it.

You raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you mean when you flew in one of those when you were younger?”

Bokan shook his head, running his hand along the panels of the ship. “When I was older,” he repeated, “I was a pilot. I couldn’t become a fighter pilot, but managed to become a cargo pilot instead. I think I worked for bad people, but I wanted to do good stuff. When I died, I think I died knowing I did good, that I helped good people get rid of the bad people.”

“Huh.”

That night in bed, you thought a lot about what Bokan said. Was reincarnation real? You’ve heard about it in your travels, but you've never seen it before. The story behind reincarnation was that when a person dies, their energy becomes part of the Force and it never fades. Sometimes that energy goes into another being and those people would sometimes get flashes of their other life in a dream or if they felt like they did something before.

“I can tell you’re thinking hard about something,” Poe muttered in his sleepy state, eyes opened just a crack as he peered over at you.

“I took Bokan flying today,” you said quietly, “and when I was showing him the ships at the hangar, he said the weirdest things.”

“Like what?”

“Like… he said that he flew a cargo ship when he was older. That he was a pilot before and that… he said he died.”

Poe frowned, turning to his side and leaned up on his elbow. “What else did he say?”

“He said he used to work for bad people, but he helped good people get rid of them. I’m not sure where he was getting that stuff from. Maybe one of the pilots was telling him stories or something.” You sighed, knowing that none of them would ever put Bokan in danger, but that doesn’t mean that they were completely responsible when a child was involved.

Poe hummed, rubbing his hand on your arm as he thought. “There was this story that I had been told by my mom… about how the Rebellion destroyed the Death Star. She said, in order to destroy it, they needed to find its weakest point. In order to do that, they needed the plans to the Death Star. This was something that I’m surprised not many people talk about.”

“I heard a group of rebels stole the plans from the Empire,” you said.

“That’s right,” he said with a nod, sinking back down in his pillow, “but no one talks about who they were. In fact, they were ordered not to go after it because of the risk. Not all of them had originally been part of the Rebellion. One of them had actually been the daughter of the Death Star architect, or so my mom said. Another, a former Imperial cargo pilot. Mom told me that because of him, the Rebellion found out about the plans and the Death Star’s weakness in the first place. He gave them hope. With their last dying breath, they worked to send the plans to the Rebellion before the planet they were on were destroyed.”

“Are you saying that Bokan could be this former Imperial pilot?”

“It’s possible. Even if someone’s passed, they’re never truly gone.” He pulled out his mother’s ring and ran a thumb over it. “They would have loved to meet you.”

You scooted closer to Poe until your foreheads touched. “They will once we visit Yavin.”

“Yeah? You know my proposal is still pending…,” Poe trailed off as your eyes fluttered closed, “I can wait. No matter what happens, I believe we’ll be together. In this life and the next. I know we’ll find each other again. If the Force wills it...”

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Promise Me

Not my Gif

Bodhi Rook x Reader, Gender Neutral, Established Relationship, Post-Canon

AO3 Link/ Support Me on Ko-fi

Summary:  Bodhi wakes up from a nightmare and you go to comfort him.

A/N:  This is not a request, but I had to get it out of my system.  I’ve been in an angsty mood and I need more Bodhi in my life.

Word Count: 2.0 K

          A cold shiver ran up your spine, waking you up from a dreamless sleep.  You half opened your eyes and rolled over, reaching out for a warm body, only to be met with sheets and blankets.  You opened your eyes fully. The side of the bed normally occupied by your boyfriend, Bodhi, was completely empty. 

          You sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you looked around the room. The small desk in the corner was empty and there was no light coming from the bathroom.  Glancing at the small dresser across from the bed you saw it was open, and Bodhi’s jacket was gone.  It didn’t take you long to put two and two together.  As quietly as you could, you got dressed, and walked out of your room down the ship’s hallway.

           It had been over a year since the battle of Yavin and the rebel alliance was on the move.  The Empire was quick to retaliate after the destruction of the Death Star and it was necessary to evacuate the forest moon. You had been bouncing around the outer rim ever since, never being able to stay in one place for more than a few months. There had been rumors the high command had settled on a more secure location, but they were just rumors.  

          You just hoped it wasn’t some place like Jakku.  You never could stand the heat.  On the other hand, you knew the planet of Hoth had been tossed around a few times.  You didn’t much like the idea of the ice planet either, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

           You reached the elevator and punched in the hanger level.

           You had met Bodhi after he had been awarded a medal for bravery along with the rest of the Rogue One crew after the Battle of Scarif.  He had been shy and tended to ramble when he was nervous, but he quickly won you over.  He was kind, determined, and more than earned the medal he so often tucked out of sight. The fact that he was easy on the eyes was just an added bonus.

           He expressed an interested in becoming an X-Wing pilot early on, which you were more than happy to assist him in.  You and Wedge were the one of the few remaining Red Squadron pilots left and needed every man you could get.  He had admitted failing the flight test in the Imperial Academy, but with your coaching, he passed his test with flying colors.  

          He truly was brilliant, even if he never could admit it.  On the ground, he was still as gentle and slightly awkward as ever, but once he was in the air, all his anxiety melt away.  It was just him and the stars.

          You could appreciate the feeling.  Every pilot felt it, but you had never seen it with as much intensity as you did in Bodhi.  It was probably one of the growing list of reasons why you fell in love with him.

          The elevator doors slid open as you entered the hanger bay.  To your slight surprise, Bodhi wasn’t beside his X-Wing. Just to your right a little way down the hanger, you saw a light coming from one of the U-Wings.

          It didn’t need repair work.  The ship hadn’t even been close to a battle in almost a month.  Most of the missions had little more than flybys marking imperial trade routes and Stormtrooper stations.  But after all this time, you knew tinkering was the only thing that could give him comfort.  

          You cautiously walked towards the ship and into the cargo hold.  Inside, you saw Bodhi working on some of the wiring of the radio.  

          “Bodhi?”

          His head whipped to you, clearly surprised by you being there.

          “Y/N, what are you doing up?”

          “Same as you,” you said.  “Couldn’t sleep.”

          It wasn’t a complete lie.  You did have trouble sleeping without him next to you.

          “What are you working on?” you asked.

          Bodhi turned back to the mess of wires in front of him.

          “Cassian mentioned he and Jyn might be put on assignment soon,” he said. “They had a small flutter in the communications last time.  I just wanted to make sure it’s all working.”

          You nodded your head in understanding.

          “Do you need help?”

          He shook his head.

          “No, no I got it.  You should really go back to bed.  I’m fine here.”

          “Well, I’m not going to sleep either way,” you said, shrugged. “I’d rather just stay here anyway if you don’t mind.”

          Bodhi looked at you and back to the wires. His eyes flickered cross the consul, not thinking about what was in front of him.  He then pulled out one of the tools and held it out.  

          You smiled softly and took the tool from his outstretched hand.

          The pair of you worked in silence with Bodhi only once correcting you on where to put one of the wires. There wasn’t really anything wrong with the console. One or two wires were starting to get loose, but nothing a bit of electric tape couldn’t fix.  You occasionally glanced at Bodhi to see him fully concentrated in his work.  

          You had a good idea of what it was that woke him.  When you had first started sharing a bed, it became very apparent that sleep often evaded him. With most memories you could hold him close and he would fall back asleep in your arms, but Scarif always prompted action.

          Soon enough Bodhi seemed satisfied with his inspection and put all the component parts back in their proper place. You had hoped that completing his task would relax him, but he remained in place staring at nothing in particular.

          You stood beside him and took his hand in yours.

          “Are you ready to come to bed?”

          Bodhi shook his head in a silent no.

          “Do you want me to leave?”

          He looked at you then and squeezed your hand gently.

          “No.”

          You nodded your head and leading him towards the cargo bay.  You sat down on of the seats, pulling him down next to you. You leaned your head on his shoulder, keeping your hands intertwined between you.

          You didn’t disturb the silence for a long while, allowing the low hum of the ships engines to fill the void as Bodhi rubbed absent-minded circles into your hand.

          “It wasn’t Scarif,” he said, quietly.

          You glanced up at him, surprised, but you quickly pushed it aside.

          “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” you said, nuzzling your head into his shoulder.

          He shook his head as his gaze drifted down towards his lap and his grip on your hand tightened.

          “It wasn’t a memory at all,” he said, his voice sounding tired with emotions. “You were on the mission with us.  I couldn’t remember why.  We needed help.  I tried to get the message through, but it wasn’t working.  I saw them all…”

          He paused, taking a gulp of breath, but he didn’t need to say it.  His eyes and silence said enough.

          “You were right next to me,” he said, choking on the words.  “I kept thinking it would be alright, because you were right next to me. And then you weren’t.”

          His breath stuttered as one does when holding back tears.  With your free hand, you cupped his cheek turning his head to look at you.

          His eyes were glassy with tears you knew he was trying not to let fall.  He wanted to be brave for you, but at the moment, his fear was over powering him. 

          Without a second thought, you pressed your lips to his kissing him deeply. You needed him to know you loved him. There was no shame in showing fear, because you were just as afraid of losing him as he was of losing you.

          Bodhi kissed you back immediately.  His free hand quickly wound its way into your hair pulling you close while the hand holding yours slipped from your grip and moved to the small of your back.  With a gentle push, he guided you onto his lap so you were straddling him.

          His lips pulled away from yours only to make a trail across your cheek and down your neck kissing and breathing you in as he went.  His arms warped around you holding you to him as his hands roamed your back.  

          You let out a low moan when he finally settled in the crook on your neck, biting and sucking desperately at the skin.  You knew you were going have to cover up the bruises in the morning, but you didn’t care.  Bodhi needed you and you needed him.  

          You curled one hand into his hair, while the other clung onto the base of his neck, holding him close while still giving him all of the control.

          Bodhi groaned as your fingers tugged his hair before he detached himself from the base of your neck.  You let out a frustrated sigh to be quickly replaced by a small whimper as he traced his lips across your collar.  You tried to keep your breathing in check, but couldn’t prevent an involuntary gasp from escaping you when he placed a loving kiss on the center of your throat. You swallowed hard as he continued his trail only stopping when he reached on the other side.  He immediately assaulted the nap of your neck, kissing and biting and marking you as fervently as before.

          “I love you Y/N,” he whispered against your skin.  “I love you.”

          “Bodhi,” you cried softly.

          He didn’t stop, kissing his way back up your neck and across your face until he claimed your lips once more.  You kissed him back, tugging at his hair as you parted your mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss.  Bodhi obliged, slipping in his tongue with quiet moan. You breathed a sigh of pleasure as he explored your mouth, savoring every bit of you as if at any moment you would disappear.  To your frustration, he pulled away leaving you both panting for air.

          “Don’t die,” he pleaded, breathing hard against your lips.  “Promise me. You have to promise me you won’t ever die.”

          You wanted to lie to him.  You wanted to tell him that he was never going to lose you, that nothing in the universe could take you away from him.  Despite how desperately you wanted to tell him everything was going to be alright, you shook your head.  

          “I can’t,” you said, gently. “No one can.”

          You opened your eyes to see Bodhi staring into yours.  He looked so lost. He searched your eyes as if somehow that would give him the answer he wanted instead of what he knew to be the truth. But he couldn’t find it.

          He bowed his head, his body beginning to shake as the tears he had been holding back began to spill down his cheeks.

          You felt your throat tighten at the sight as you pulled Bodhi to you, guiding his head to rest on your shoulder.  He didn’t fight you.  You felt his tears stain your shirt as you rubbed reassuring circles into his back.

          “I love you,” you whispered.  “I love you so much.”

          He didn’t answer. His arms wrapped tightly around you and his fingers dug almost painfully into your skin.

          “I can’t promise I won’t die,” you continued. “I can only promise that I won’t die without saying goodbye first.  And I promise that death will be the only thing that will take me away from you.”  

          Again, he didn’t say anything.  He kept his hold on you, but his breath began to even out.

          You lowered your head to rest in the crook on his neck, holding him as desperately as he held you.

          “I love you Bodhi,” you said. “I’m not going anywhere.  Not for a long time.”

          “Do you promise?” he asked, his voice strained from crying.

          “I promise,” you said, meaning it with all of your heart.

          The pair of you didn’t go back to your room.  You spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms, comforted by gentle kisses, light touches, and quiet promises. Neither of you were going anywhere.

[herasyndlla]

hey... imagine kanan thanking the rogue one team for their sacrifice and ensuring the death star gets destroyed ;______; just sitting in my rebellion era feels

[regrettablewritings]

Bodhi Rook Masterlist

Updated: 09/07/2020

Imagines

Soulmate AU: You Can See Color Once You Meet Your Soulmate

Headcanons

Dating Bodhi Rook Would Include

Fluff Alphabet Meme (I, U, Y)

Fluff Alphabet Meme (F, H, K, M)

Preferences

Love Languages II