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ʙᴏᴅʜɪ "ᴛᴏᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ" ʀᴏᴏᴋ ([personal profile] onlydoubts) wrote2017-02-14 09:34 pm
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OPEN RP POST


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2. profit
lefthandfree: (blind leading the blind)

pilot + agent

[personal profile] lefthandfree 2017-03-15 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
The mission goes off as planned, and he’s all the more grateful because it’s been a rough week of planning leading up to it, and even though it was something he’s done a million times, the amount of logistic bullshit involved had been making him lose sleep. He reaches the extraction point just as Bodhi swoops in closely—skillfully, as always.

Grip tightening against the strap keeping his pack to his back, he hops on the jet and grips onto the safety bar before gesturing for Bodhi to take off again. It only takes a few moments for him to resecure his rifle into his gun rack before he’s sliding into the passenger seat next to the pilot with a hefty sigh.

“God. Glad that shit’s over.” He laughs and straps himself in properly (safety first). “I hope the next mission brief isn’t half as long as this one was. I mean, not that I can't handle it, but a guy needs room to breath every now and again.”
lefthandfree: (sinking in the sands)

[personal profile] lefthandfree 2017-06-07 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
“Oh, don’t get me wrong. I love running missions, especially if I get to have a little bit of fun along the way. Bonus if you’re picking me up cause Johnson ain’t a fan of talking — the guy straight up ignored everything I said off report last time! Seriously! What the hell! — but man the logistics on this baby were off the charts. Too much to keep track of that I don’t usually gotta do. I may as well have been running the damn thing, even if that ain’t my actual job to.”

As usual, Bucky could easily be both sides of the conversation himself, but he does ease off a bit to answer the other question, the actually probably might be important and relevant to the job question. “No trouble though. Unless you count a bird leaving a nice package along the middle of my rifle before I finished packing up.” Which is clearly unexpected trouble in Bucky’s book, but their superiors probably wouldn’t quite agree with that one.
celestialpower: (Exhaustion)

POST R1/ANH YAVIN IG?

[personal profile] celestialpower 2017-06-12 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Adjusting to the rule of the Rebellion was no different, in Galen's opinion, than adjusting to the ever-encroaching rule of the Empire had been. Like in his laboratory, he was watched constantly, and he knew that he would be held for trial should a new republic arise for his work upon the Death Star. It had destroyed Jedha, blew a crater so big into the planet that it had created a sort of ice age that would kill all life on the planet in time. It had destroyed Scarif, the waves of it rippling through the water yielding tsunamis that had devastated the islands, the buildings, and the lives of those who could not evacuate. And it had destroyed Alderaan with all of its power, blown the plant to cosmic dust and killed billions with but a single shot.

Which is why Galen wanders through the ancient temples long after dark, the twisting and narrow passages and small rooms converted to bunkers, storage, testing facilities. He was a stranger here, just as he had been on Coruscant. He was a captive, just as he had been on Valt. Certainly, some of the officers had thanked him for the flaw, for the weakness in the terrible machine he had wrought. But more had blamed him for creating the weapon. Even a few ex-imperials brought to the rebellion, like one former ISB agent named Kallus, avoided their association with him. For no matter what their sins had been, surely his was greater.

He was death. Destroyer of worlds.

But it appears he is not alone in his wanderings this night. At least not just him and his guard, some pilot or another who's name he kept forgetting due to their silence. He spots another pilot, far more familiar, and their name slips off his tongue as easy as water off an aquatic avian's feathers.

"Bodhi."
celestialpower: (Smile)

[personal profile] celestialpower 2017-06-12 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"I couldn't sleep, much to... Chiani's? Chara's? chagrin." He gives a soft, apologetic smile to the rather grumpy looking Pantoran pilot that seems to be guarding him. He smiles again at Bodhi, then pauses, looking at his hand. Without thinking he reaches out and takes it, examining the wires and the bare metal structure. Not covered with synth-flesh like some of the more extravagant models, but passable. Workable. He could still fly.

"You were injured on Scarif?" He asks. Of course he was. Jyn had been, too. And so had the others that had rescued him from Eadu- Cassian, Chirrut, Baze. Their names firmly cemented in his mind as those he owed his gratitude to. He does not answer as to why he is here, on this base, guarded, because that much should be obvious.

He's a prisoner of war, awaiting trial once all is said and done. One of the Empire's most valuable research scientists. And probably the most wanted man in the galaxy now that he had revealed the weakness of the Death Star.
"Are you on duty, or would you like to join Chitari and I?"

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candor1: (Jedha . encierro . naciente)

[personal profile] candor1 2017-08-18 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
That… didn't register as a protest.

Cassian's eyebrows lift slightly. It's hard to tell what he's thinking. Just that he's doing a lot of it.

He doesn't actually think it's a proposition. Not beyond shared warmth and comfort. If even thought through that far. In a way, that can be more intimate than… Is that something he's willing to… …on the other hand, it's only logical, and not rare, when it's the only recourse. It's just that it's technically not in this case: there are other parts of the base where the heat is working.

On another hand yet (not human, obviously—a random thought that he realizes with a pang might actually be relevant) Cassian feels kind of… honored, by the trust on display here. For all Bodhi may think of himself as weak and fragile, he's shown remarkable determination and capacity for trying not let anyone else be affected by what he considers his own problems. For him to actually come to Cassian rather than try to cope all by himself… feels rather good.

In the end: no, he doesn't think Bodhi has really thought further than the offer in of itself… and probably just means while sitting upright… which begs the question: is that the only extent to which Cassian wants to take it? For Bodhi and for himself.

…Not much further. Just a little.

Cassian's unreadable pause probably seemed to set up a refusal. But instead, Cassian says, "Okay. Yes."

And he slid past Bodhi, back on the mattress, toward the wall. And lay down. Spacing and arm positioned in clear invitation for Bodhi to lie down next to him.

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flightforfreedom: (bro)

au after bodhi tells him that he got killed and poe takes him home

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2017-10-28 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
He flew Bodhi straight home to his house that night.

He tried (somewhat vainly) to take his mind off it, but in truth, Poe was raging on the inside. The hatred that he had built for Hux was just layered even more deeply. But for some reason, the more he tried to focus on hating Hux, the more it was replaced with just worrying about Bodhi. Who had hurt him didn't - actually matter as much as he thought it did.

Maeve was out and Finn was already asleep by the time they arrived, so Poe gave him the tour.

"And this is my room," He added as they stepped inside. It was extremely clean - his bed was made perfectly, to the point you could bounce a penny on it. His sheets, however, were covered in pictures of fighter jets from a cartoon called - simply - JETS!. He also had a bunch of models of different kinds of planes from this particular world - and one on his desk that looked like a few pieces of an X-Wing that he was putting together, commandeered from several other model kits. He was already taking off his jacket.

"You can bunk with me, if you want. Or I can take the couch, and you can take my bed, totally up to you. You thirsty?"

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flightforfreedom: (leather)

fluff tiiiime

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2017-11-22 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[The text arrived fairly late at night - or - maybe earlier in the morning. Poe wasn't great at paying attention to time even in the best of circumstances, and in this one? He was a little too excited to wait for daylight.]

Hey, Bodhi. You free tomorrow? I have something I want to show you.

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flightforfreedom: (probably in trouble)

Wedding AU - aka poe the homewrecker

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2017-11-23 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
It had been nearly two years since he and Bodhi had met, and over a year since he had taken it upon himself to ensure his friend's happiness by any means possible. He'd helped him writing his dating bio, took endless pictures of him, screened the candidates (discreetly, of course) and supported him through his fledgling romance.

He'd been a staunch supporter the entire time.

Now it was the wedding day and Poe was fiddling with his tie, standing with Cassian and Kay at the side of the hall.

He should be feeling triumphant. He didn't. Instead, he felt queasy, like the first time he had crash landed a ship. His brain was screaming at him that he had fucked something up, but he couldn't figure out what it was. Bodhi looked good. Great, even, which Poe had made sure of by helping him pick out his suit. He beamed over at him, trying to force the queasiness away by feigning the happiness he should be feeling. He didn't get to see if Bodhi looked back, because at that moment the bride came in.

Poe liked her. Loved her, almost, like a sister, now. She was perfect for Bodhi and she was beautiful and kind, soft edges and quiet smiles, and she adored him. It was - or at least, it should have been - the perfect wedding.

He was glad he wasn't the one giving the rings. Thank the Force for Cassian. So all he had to do was stand off the side and pretend to be elated and hope that he got over the queasiness before he actually had to talk to anyone. He went through the wedding in a sort of daze, unable to look directly at the couple, or listen to the speeches, or the pronouncements. He'd written his own, of course, but it was for the reception. Not now. So it lay folded in his breast pocket. He'd taken weeks to say exactly the right thing. Bodhi being able to have the life he'd always deserved. Being able to be happy.

He didn't watch the kiss, his eyes sliding just off to the side as the pit sunk into his stomach. It wasn't that he hadn't seen them kiss before - even just pecks - but the finality to this one wrenched his chest. Before he knew it, it was all over, and he was shaking hands, smiling at people, not feeling a thing.

He flew to the reception alone. Everyone else took cars, and normally he would offer a ride, but he needed the air.

By the time he got there, he was finally starting to figure out his mistake.

He was an idiot.

He was the biggest idiot the galaxy had ever known. And there was nothing he could do about it.

He tried to avoid Bodhi, but it was impossible - Bodhi had arrived first, and was in the doorway, chatting to someone, when Poe finally landed. He forced a smile on his face as he stepped up toward him.

Get it together, Dameron.

"Congratulations, Buddy."

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i will still take it!!

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not complaining :T

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flightforfreedom: (in the window)

Last of the Real Ones - MoM AU

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2018-01-30 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
It had been two months, since the Porter had gone offline for good. And before that, the number of port outs had risen dramatically - even just days before it all shut down.

They'd barely had enough time to process the loss before he and Bodhi were the only ones left. No Kaytoo, no Cassian, no Leia, no Finn - so many, gone in the blink of an eye. It was too much to process all at once, so Poe just kind of - hadn't. Rather than grieving, he'd doubled down on his protective streak. It wasn't that Bodhi had actually agreed to let Poe move in with him, exactly, so much as Poe just kept staying over and then sort of never left. Bodhi had a tendency to fall asleep literally everywhere, and Poe had started picking up the habit, too. If he saw Bodhi asleep on something, half the time he just curled up next to him, regardless of where or when or why.

Which was why, on the second month anniversary of the Porter's destruction, Poe was laying just next to Bodhi on the couch, one arm lazily looped over the man's midriff, his forehead pressed firmly into Bodhi's spine while he dozed.

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xwing: (061)

you know what this is

[personal profile] xwing 2018-03-23 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there have been days in which luke is pretty sure the only reason he's survived is because bodhi was there to keep him from giving up. his rock, honestly; his inspiration and his hero even after the years they've been together now. sometimes he still wakes up in the morning surprised that this is his life now-- forever, hopefully, until they pass into the force together.

luke has heavy responsibilities, of course; as the last jedi, sometimes it seems as if the entire galaxy is waiting for him to found a new temple. it makes him feel selfish, trying to have a family when the future of the jedi rests on him, but one of the many excellent qualities of his husband is the fact that he can cut through the completely ridiculous guilt and anxiety better than anyone. luke skywalker is a person, too, and deserves the same things any other person does.

still, their decision to have a child wasn't something they'd jumped into the way other couples often do. there had been a lot to consider, especially considering the inevitable future.

after decades of war, though, there were a lot of war orphans in the galaxy, children who'd lost parents not just to the empire, but sometimes to the alliance as well. and few planets had suffered quite like jedha, the first victim of the death star and bodhi's home. .. in the end, it had been jedha that had convinced them.


it's a little into the afternoon and things are quiet because the twins are taking a nap. luke had been watching his spouse do artoo's maintenance while the little droid grumbled about it as usual, but had disappeared at some point in the middle of it. now he comes padding back into their living space with rani on his hip, the little boy's thumb lodged firmly in his mouth as he rests his head sleepily on luke's shoulder.

the blond offers a quick smile as artoo warbles a soft query, bending just as rani starts reaching out to bodhi. ]


Hey Baba, someone wanted you. Gita's still sleeping. [ one of the many good things about being married to a jedi: you don't need baby monitors. ]
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flightforfreedom: (closing his eyes)

almost posted this in ic contact, woops - MoM slightly future AU?

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2018-03-29 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[Poe wouldn't have been exactly been able to explain what led up to it. Months of slightly longer, lingering touches - finger tips resting against an arm for no reason save for the want of connection. Silences that grew a little heavier, every time. The slight hitch of a breath during the viewing of a movie, curled against each other, where Poe was suddenly far more aware of Bodhi's body than he'd been seconds before.

The affection, the love - that had been steady and constant and not something that Poe either questioned or thought too deeply about. Family, he had told himself, and that was how he'd made sense of it. But Family didn't make his heart skip a beat when they met his eyes and family didn't make him want to lean in and steal a kiss from sleeping lips and family certainly, certainly, didn't slip into his dreams at night and leave him breathless and confused when he woke up the next morning. But the build had been so slow that he hadn't managed to dissect it, hadn't even managed to think about it.

So when Bodhi had broken his ankle, and Poe had teased about kissing it better, it hadn't been intended as a gateway to more than that. But that fist kiss against Bodhi's ankle had been far too meaningful for what it was, far too reverential, and Poe hadn't been able to stop himself from shifting up and taking a kiss from Bodhi's lips, instead.

By the time Poe fully registered what was happening, his mouth was working against Bodhi's throat, lips pressing to skin again and again as his breath came in shorter, shallower gasps. They hadn't quite managed to actually discard their clothes, but Poe had still managed to get his hand gripped around Bodhi's cock, stroking it almost worshipfully as he kissed the man's neck, his own pressed hard against the seam of his jeans, the fly fully open but his undwear still keeping him trapped, the bulge straining useless at cloth. He pressed another hard kiss to Bodhi's throat, then his collar bone, then to his chest, shifting his body down as he strokes, his laps making a clear line south.]

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flightforfreedom: (need a little bit of hope)

MoM AU - Post Kiss

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2018-05-09 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[the alternate continuation of this thread.]

[He stopped painting as soon as he saw Ace, pushing the dummy off his lap so that he could put his arms out to embrace the dog, who did so with enthusiasm. It was also a helpful way to keep Poe from actually having to look Bodhi in the eye when the man approached.

He wilted a little, as Bodhi jumped straight to the point, a guilty look crossing his face. Damn it.]

Yeah, I -- Yeah. I remember. I'm sorry, Bud. I'm not going to let myself get that way again. No more drinking, not for a while, anyway.

I didn't... [He sighed, running a hand through his hair before finally standing up.]

The last thing I want to do it hurt you, I just- misunderstood.

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flightforfreedom: (peaking around the corner)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2018-05-11 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[He heard the ping a couple minutes before he answered it, having stopped to wash the grease off his hands first. He and BB-8 had been fooling around with the junk car he'd gotten, seeing if they could fix it up a bit. So by the time he got the text, a couple minutes had passed -

And his heart fell through his feet.

That was not a text sent randomly. That only meant one thing. Bodhi was in trouble. Poe immediately sprinted to the door, grabbing his carpet as BB-8 whistled a worried tone behind him.]


Sorry bud, no time. You gotta stay here. I'll explain when I'm back. [And then he was in the air, racing forward while he hurriedly dialled Bodhi on his phone.

Pick up, pick up...]

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