#the only reason Tycho stopped being the kind of person who would insist he could live on nutrient paste and supplements and like. powders.
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Screaming. How have I never gotten this Andreja line before? Not the Traumatized Snake Cultist therapizing her frighteningly well-adjusted bestie: Snake Cultist, PhD. Damn.
What do you mean his childhood memories of his family gravjumping to always stay ahead of the Great Serpent (i feel like House Va'ruun, in diaspora, actually has straight up different theology than Zealots or the common line on Va-ruun-kai) means he's developed worrying hoarder/looting tendencies. YES he lists ammo/credits/ship parts before anything else in terms of value! You can survive on nutrient paste and it's light-weight!! But you musn't rely on others ahead of the crew! Have to balance lightweight to run but also being as self-sufficient as possible! All must fear the coming Shrouding!
#starfield#anyway i kept sam along too much so the dlc is a nice change of pace. i know he and cora are stress-eating tye most awful ship food tho.#the only reason Tycho stopped being the kind of person who would insist he could live on nutrient paste and supplements and like. powders.#is because he fell in love with Same and became Snake Father to Cora. and i know they ate like. Chunks 23/6. and Tycho was like Jesus Christ#like We Can't Raise My New Daughter Like This. Eat A Damn Vegetable Cowboy. I'll Learn To Cook. Professor Doctor CHEF Snake Cultist Father.
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I mean it wouldn't even even really be much of AU, but definitely here for Wedge/Mon Mothma, long distance relationship, because that pairing has definitely been in my head.
To, what Iâm sure is absolutely no oneâs surprise, this got a little out of hand. Properly AU, because the only other fic I could think of was the love letters on I really want to write one day, and I want to do that justice. So instead of that, have something that is really very id-ficcy and contains too many feelings about having the person you adore live far away from you. (to be ao3ed later, Iâm sure. now on ao3!) Also! Tagging @sassysnowperson and @harusamemosuke as the other people Iâve dragged onto this ship somehow.
Theymeet in the comments section of a blog post about D H Karverâslatest romance novel.
Lookingback, itâscertainly an odd start to a relationship. The fact that it goesanywhere is something near a miracle.
Butsix months later, Wedge spends almost his entire day in contact withher. Sheâsthe first person he messages when he wakes up, and the last person hetalks to before he goes to sleep. His friends are all highly bemusedby the situation, wondering why Wedge is now almost surgicallyattached to his phone, wondering who the mystery woman is.
Wedgedoesnât have an answer to that.
Hedoesnât really know himself.
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WedgeAntillesMorning,Mon. Sleep well?
MonShit.âŚI might have worked all night.
WedgeAntillesItâsstill morning? :DThothatâs not good, what on earth were you doing? Something importantenough to justify you being up all night?
MonInsome ways.Iâlllive Wedge, this is hardly the first time.
WedgeAntillesIknow, but doesnât mean I like it. You should take better care ofyourself.
MonAsyou keep telling me.Toobad I donât actually have you to look after me.
WedgeAntillesPhysicallydragging you to bed is beyond me, Iâmafraid.Gohave something to eat and then try and get a nap, okay Mon?
MonCanâtmake any promises, but Iâll try.
Hestill doesnâtknow much about the particulars of her life, what she does for a job,what her last name is, what she looks like. None of it matters,because he also knows her as well as he knows anyone else in theworld. He tries to stop himself falling for her too hard, knowingthat heâs only got a limited picture of who she is. But thefeelings are there, no matter how hard he tries to stop them.
Itdoesnâtmatter what she looks like, or what she does. He knows the truth ofher, and thatâs all he needs to know.
Hesent her a photo of himself, seven months in. Itâs a candid one thatTycho snapped, of him at one of their community activism events. Itâsreasonably flattering, though he only meant to send it so she had anidea of what heâd looked like.
WedgeAntilles
WhatI did today.
MonIsthat you, on the right?
WedgeAntillesYeah.⌠why?
MonYouârevery handsome.
Wedgeremembers blushing. He remembers trying to wave her off, but sheâdbeen quietly insistent on the truth of it. Heâd asked for one in return, but sheâd never sent one back.Â
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WedgeAntillesSo.Look. No pressure, but my friends and I are coming to London in threeweeks for personal reasons, and I was just wondering â do you wantto have dinner?Iunderstand if you donât, I know youâre busy.AndIâmjust some random guy off the internet.
Mon(Mothma? Unconvinced)Wedgeyouârean important part of my life, not some random guy off the internet.Whenare you here? There might be something I canâtget out of, but Iâll try.
WedgeAntilles25thMay. Itâs a Friday.Youprobably have better plans for a Friday than me.
Mon(Mothma? Unconvinced)Canâtthink of anything better than spending time with you, donât putyourself down.Iâllhave to check with my aide.AmI good to pick the restaurant? Where are you staying? What do youlike?
WedgeAntillesIâmeasy :D Surprise me.
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Wedgetexts Mon throughout the day, though they are both busy, and thereplies are sporadic. As the day draws to a close, Wedge feels thebutterflies starting to form in his stomach.
Heâsnot nervous. Well, maybe a little, but itâs a thrill, not a deeprouted anxiety. He canât quite believe heâll finally get to meether.
Allhis friends know where heâsgoing. He leaves to his fair share of ribbing, but he really couldnâtcare. He makes his way down the escalators to the tube, cursing thelack of signal means he canât text Mon, his usual strategy to dealwith his dislike of crowds and hustle and bustle.
Hedrums his fingers against the overhead rail as he waits for his stop.
Monhas picked a restaurant not far from the Palace of Westminster. Itmakes Wedge wonder whether heâsgot it right about her identity. Heâs starting to think that it isnâta coincidence she shares a name with the leader of the oppositionparty. He doesnât really want to think about it that hard, hasnâtpressed because he doesnât want to know. Heâs trusted that sheâlltell him what he needs to know.
Nowhe will find out anyway. Â
Heclimbs up from the tube, around the corner, checks his phone. He hasa text from her confirming that sheâsthere. He sent her a photo, a selfie snapped off earlier that day, soshe knows what he looks like. He hopes that sheâll spot him.
Hepushes the door open. Itâs more rustic than he figured, closer to apub than a restaurant. He glances round, looking for a woman at atable on her own. He canât see one clearly. He moves into the tables,trying to look in the crevices.
ââAntilles?â
Ahand is at Wedgeâselbow. Itâs not a womanâs hand, itâs a man. He smiles warmly atWedge. âYes?â Wedge replies.
âMonâsthis way, if youâll just follow me.â The man leads Wedge to atable behind a partition. Thereâs a woman sitting at the table. Awoman who is familiar.
Aclose crop of red hair sits atop a long, pale face. Her shirt â asalways â is white, with a single red and silver broach pinned to herchest the only spot of colour. Her mouth is pulled into a soft smile.Sheâsknown for her neutrality, her position as a figurehead, the unitingfront of her party. There are others who fight her battles for her.
âYouknow, you could have told me,â Wedge says, as he sits down. âIhad my suspicions.â
Montucks a strand of hair behind her ears. Sheâsnervous. âI didnât want to scare you off,â she says. âAndthen⌠it just seemed easier to explain in person.â She smiles athim, and Wedge feels his stomach flip. Then she turns. âItâs okaySinjir. Heâs clearly exactly who he says he is.â
Sinjir,the man who brought Wedge over casts an asparaging eye over Wedge. Hecrosses his arms. âIfyou say so. He doesnât look like a threat. Call me if you needanything.â
Heturns on his heels and leaves, and finally, Mon and Wedge are leftalone.
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Fifteenminutes in, Wedgeâsphone goes off.
âIâvegot to get this, sorry.â Wedge answers it, and lifts it to his ear,knowing that despite the caller ID saying Tycho, it could be any oneof his friends whoâs decided to give him an out. If he doesnâtpick it up, theyâll all come down there. âYes?â
âHereis your fifteen-minute-emergency get out call, Hobbie is primed tomake up some Grade A bullshit if you need it.â
ItâsWes. Of course itâs Wes. âTell your boyfriend to stand down, Iâmfine.â Wedge runs a hand back through his hair. âIâll keep youguys posted on when Iâll be home, donât do anything stupid whilstIâm gone.â
Wedgehangs up. He puts his phone back in his pocket. When he looks backup, Mon is giving him an odd look, one eyebrow raised. âMyfriends,â Wedge explains with a wave of his hand. âPromised tocall and give me a reason to get out of this if it wasnât goingwell.â Monâs eyebrow remains raised. âTheir idea,â Wedge tagson. âI knew it would all be fine.â
âIâmglad you have friends who look out for you like that.â Monâswords are soft. Thereâs an undercurrent that Wedge is familiarwith, having felt it many times himself. Thereâs only so much youcan do for someone who lives that many miles away from you. Itâsreassuring to know that there are people in their corner, who can bethere for them when all you can offer is kind words down a line.
Wedgefights the urge to reach over and take her hand. âTheyâregood eggs. Pain in the backside too, but theyâre good.â Wes,Tycho, Hobbie â theyâre the best friends a guy could ask for,really. And then Wedge laughs to himself.
âWhatâsso funny?â Mon asks.
Wedgegets himself under control. âYouknow how we met? Talking about D H Karverâs novels?â Mon nods.âThis is ridiculous, Iâm warning you.â
âGoon.â Mon smiles again, and Wedge is determined to make her smile asmuch as he can that evening, because her smile is so delightful.
âSo,itâs a pen name, we all know that. But no one knows who she is,sheâs mysterious as fuckââ Mon laughs as Wedge swears without acare. âYou know why? Sheâs actually my friend Hobbie.â
Monlooks at him for a moment, trying to decide if heâsserious. âYour friend Hobbie, the same one who took ten years torealise he was head over heels in love with his best friend, is famedromance novelist D H Karver?â
âApparentlyso.â Wedge shrugs. âI only found out last week, when the guyswere interrogating me about you â sorry, I tried not to say toomuch â and Wes burst out into violent laughter when I told them howwe met.â
Monstares at him for another long moment, before her face crinkles upand she starts laughing. Itâsjoyful and jubilant and Wedge canât help but join in. He laughswith her, grateful that heâs with her in that moment, to see herreact and not to have to rely on the tools of text and emoji for herto convey her delight. âThatâs amazing,â she says. âWhat acoincidence.â
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Theyfinished eating long enough ago that they should probably be movingon. Dinner has been more delightful than Wedge ever even dreamed itwould be. At some point, he slipped over to Monâsside of the booth to show her some pictures from his day, and henever left. Heâs stayed by her side, the two of them brushingagainst each other constantly, sharing touch with ease.
Hewatches her. More than he probably should. He wants to remember her,the way her face lights up as she talks, so he can picture it later.If he looks long enough maybe he can commit her to memory.
Shepauses in the middle of her speech. âSorry,Iâm going off on one again.â She looks back over and Wedge iscaught staring.
Heducks his head, feeling as the heat covers his cheeks. âSorry,âhe mumbles. He doesnât want to make her uncomfortable. Doesnâtwant to be that guy, who canât clamp down his feelings, who makesit weird.
âYoudonât need to be embarrassed,â Mon says. She places a hand on hisknee, squeezing softly, and then runs her hand along the outside edgeof his thigh.
Wedgeis from a circle of touchy-feely friends, who live in each otherspockets and will fit four of them on a two-person sofa. But thisfeels different. Itâsnot some bullshit heteronormative nonsense, where itâs differentbetween a man and a woman, because Wedge is about as straight as awinding country road. It feels different because he wants Mon,because there is this connection between them, and Wedge hopes tohell and back heâs not misreading this.
Helooks back up at her. Her smile takes his breath away. He tries togather up the courage to say something, thinking if there is a momentwhere he could, it is now. But the words stick in his throat. Theuncertainty haunts him. Heâdrather things just stayed like this. He doesnât know what to do ifshe disappeared out of his life.
âWedge?âshe enquires.
âItâsokay, carry on.â Wedge smiles back at her. He reaches for her hand,the one thatâs on his leg, tangling her fingers in his. âI likehearing you talk.â
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Theytalk a little while longer, and then Mon suggests a walk, around andalong the river. Wedge, who has no wish for this night to end, agreesreadily. Mon takes care of the check, despite Wedgeâsoffer to go half with her â she chose the place, she pays, thatâswhat she says. He can pay next time.
Wedgeâsheart jumps at the thought that there will be a next time.
Monmakes a striking figure in her long white coat. Sheâstaller than him, and gains another inch or so from the low heels onher shoes. Wedge doesnât mind that. He doesnât have manypreferences when it comes to looks. Mon is an objectively lovelywoman â sheâs not a classic beauty, but thereâs something abouther features, her character, that makes people believe in her, towant to do anything for her. Wedge knows her better than that, andthe feeling only gets worse as you know the strength of her heart andconvictions.
(Sheâsolder than him too. That doesnât bother him either. His friendshave always says heâs an old soul.)
Theystep out, and thereâsa chill in the air now that comes with the late evening. âYou knowaround here better than I do,â Wedge says, looking at the way thewarm light from the streetlamps catches in her hair. âLead theway.â
âAlright.âMon offers her arm. It takes Wedge a moment to realise sheâsoffering it to him, and then he accepts it, linking his arm throughhers.
Theysettle into step easily. Mon points out relevant important landmarkswhen they pass them, but mostly they walk in quiet. She leads himround, and then down to Westminster Bridge. They stop halfway acrossit, pausing to watch the river.
âIdonât like London much,â Wedge admits. Mon lives here, representsone of the many London constituencies, and he doesnât know ifsheâll take offence. âItâs too busy for me. But from here, Iguess I could.â Itâs quiet, and he can see the stars above, andMon is by his side, and Wedge thinks that heâd like anywhere, ifonly she was with him.
âTheriver is one of my favourite places,â Mon says. Her hand rests inthe small of Wedgeâs back. âEspecially at this time of night. Icome out here sometimes, just to think. Spent a lot of time textingyou from this exact spot, actually.â
Wedgelifts his head up to the sky. âIrecognise the stars,â he says, finding the constellations the sameway he did in all the pictures she sent. He thinks of all those latenight messages, stray thoughts that crossed her mind, accompanied bya snapshot of her view. He turns his head to look at her, only tofind sheâs already looking at him. âThanks for sharing this withme.â
âIâvewanted to for a while.â Her fingers reach up, brushing Wedgeâshair out of his face and behind his ear. As her hand pulls back, herfingers graze across the line of his jaw. Wedge wants to lean intoher touch, but itâs so fleeting, been and gone before he has timeto reach up and keep her hand here. âIâm so glad youâre here.â
âWishI was here for more than an evening.â
âYouârewelcome to come back,â Mon suggests. âOr I could come and visityou. Iâm sure I could find some excuses to be north of the border.â
âNotsure how welcome you might be, given how hard you campaigned for theunion.â
Monshoves him, playfully. âWedgeAntilles, donât tell me youâre a nationalist.â
Wedgelaughs, leaning back into her. âIfear politics may be a dangerous thread of discussion.â He shrugs.âEh, I donât have any stakes in that game. Iâd like you tovisit. Iâd like to spend any time with you I could. Iâd certainlylike to see you more than once a year or so.â
âIâllmake it happen. Find a date. Youâre really not that far away,really.â
âScotlandmight as well be another country from London, honestly.â Wedgelaughs. âIâd take another date.â He pauses, when he realiseswhat heâs said.
Monmust catch his wariness. She reaches over, tangles her fingers inhis, and speaks before Wedge can backtrack. âThiscan be a date, if you want it to be.â Her grip tightens. âIâdlike it to be,â she says, voice soft and sweet, and so utterlysincere.
âOh.âWedge gasps.
Shelikes him. She wants this. Wedge isnâtthe only one with a mess of feelings he doesnât know what to dowith. This evening has been exactly what Wedge has wanted to think itwas.
âIwant that.â The words are awkward, but Wedge reckons itâs ablessing that he gets them out at all. âIââ He forces himselfto look at her, to meet her eyes. âI like you. Iâve liked you fora while now. I just⌠I didnât want to put that on you. But Iâdlike to date you, very much.â
Thewords feel clumsy in his mouth. He hopes that he gets enough acrossthat she understands, the way sheâsalways understood him.
âIlike the sound of that,â Mon says back.
Sheâssmiling, and Wedge feels the tug of desire. He steps forward,bringing them closer. âCan Iââ He inclines his head towardshers. âCan I kiss you?â
âYes,âMon says, before closing the gap herself.
Theymeet and itâsall Wedge has dreamed of, in those quiet moments where hisimagination got away from him. Thereâs nothing inherentlyspectacular about it, but it feels like home. It feels like theyâvekissed a thousand times before, but no less exciting for that fact.
Itends too soon. Wedge pulls back to look at her. Two bright spots ofred colour her cheeks. Her smile is bright, reaching right up to hereyes. She looks giddy with it all. As is Wedge. Heâsso happy right now, happier than he ever remembers being, filled withan infectious joy.
Andso he kisses her again.
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âIdonât want to go.â Wedge scuffs his feet along the floor, knowingfull well that he should be responsible. Itâs late. Heâs tired.His friends are probably starting to wonder if he is coming home thatnight.
âWell,you donât have to.â Mon cocks her head at him. âYou couldalways come back to mine. My sofaâs free, if you want it, or Iâvegot an empty half of a bed.â She blushes, looking away, a littleembarrassed. âIf you donât think that thatâs moving too fast.â
âYoudid point out weâve basically been dating for six months or so, wejust didnât know it.â Wedge reaches in his pocket for his phone.âIâd love to, I just should probably check that my friends arenâtwaiting up to interrogate me â which they will be â and let themknow Iâm fine.â
âYoudo that.â Mon squeezes his hand as he steps away. He dials Luke,given that itâs Lukeâs flat theyâre all crashing in. Also, Lukeis unlikely to give him the full dose of grief. If heâs the one whoactually picks up his phone.
Wedgelistens to the line ringing, and prays that his exceptional run ofluck holds. Luckily, it does. Luke lets him go with minimal fuss,thanks him for calling, and ignores the way Wes and Hobbie areheckling in the background. It leaves Wedge to turn back to Mon, witha wide smile. âIâmall yours,â he says.
âExcellent.â
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Wedgewakes the next morning, in a bed that isnâthis own, a warm body along his side. He blinks his way toconsciousness slowly, stretching out.
Besidehim, Mon mumbles a noise of displeasure, and nestles closer to hisside. She throws a leg over his thigh and an arm round his waist,determined not to let him go. Wedge lets himself lie back into it fora moment, enjoying the physicality of her lying beside him, knowingthat its absence will haunt him later. He runs his hand over her arm,tucks his nose into her hair.
Theylie like that for a while. Wedge doesnâtwant to ever get up, to leave the comfort of her arms. But he has atrain to catch. âMon.â He pokes the soft flesh of her upper arm,as deliberately as he can muster. âMon, darling, Iâve got to getup. Iâm booked to get out of London by midday, because past me wasan idiot who didnât think this through.â
Shegrumbles, clutching him even tighter. âNo.Iâll book you on another train. A flight. Whatever.â
Wedgeallows himself to consider it for a moment. To stay with her, in thisbed, ignoring the world and their responsibilities. It would bebliss.
Buttheyâdonly buy themselves some scant hours. Wedge has a number of thingsfrom his event yesterday that need wrapping up, and a weekendâsworth of chores to do. Mon has â christ, Mon probably has goodnessknows how many things she needs to do.
âIcanât,â Wedge murmurs back at her. âNext time.â
Monuntangles herself from him. She stares at him, her red hair rumpledand falling every which way over her head. Sheâslovely like this, Wedge thinks, unguarded and completely herself.âNext time,â she says. âIâm clearing three days of myschedule and weâre not leaving the bed.â
Wedgelaughs, and ducks into kiss her.
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Wedgeends up dashing across Euston station for his train, to where Wes,Hobbie and Tycho are all waiting in the first carriage for him. Theytug him on a moment before the guard signals for the train to depart.âSurehope your lady friend was worth it, Wedge,â Wes teases, as theymake their way to their seats.
âSheâsworth the entire world,â Wedge replies, not caring what amount ofshit he gets for waxing lyrical over her. As they sit down, Wedgepulls his phone out of his pocket. Heâs got a text waiting.
MonMothmaMissyou already x
Wedgesmiles softly to himself, knowing he must look lovestruck.
WedgeAntillesMissyou too.Ilove you.
MonMothmaâŚyou couldnât have said that when you were here????
WedgeAntilles⌠sorry?
MonMothmaIlove you too.Callme when you get home safe.
WedgeAntillesIwill.
#islandbetweenrivers#wedge antilles#mon mothma#star wars#swfic#myfic#this is almost 4k oops#and honestly this was not meant to be this id-ficcy#that makes the second long prompt response in a row that has been id-ficcy#sorry y'all#i have too many feelings#(also for the record; i'm definitely not answering all the ones i've got for these in my inbox#but i'll try to get to some of the ones that catch my imagination the best)#i'd rather do a couple well than a bunch half assed basically#mine
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