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A soft epilogue by orphan_account for CajunSpice714
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types
01 Jan 2019
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The return of the Duke of Alderaan incited all manner of gossip and speculation.
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14 Oct 2025
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“Gotta guide it with your finger,” Abbot says, holding his hands up, ungloved. “I would but uh. Too big,” and he punctuates the statement with a wiggle of his fingers. Samira tries not to look at his thick they are, at how the movement makes the tendons on his strong forearms ripple. She swallows instead, nods.
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14 Oct 2025
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“Will you teach me?” she asks, an unconscious echo of her first approach to him.
“That’s not what we’ve been doing, Samira?”
She finishes the rest of her beer and puts it back down on the table with a loud clunk. “Will you teach me to do a crike with my eyes closed?” She looks up at him. Her turn to counter, now, with a purposeful, “Jack?”
His jaw ticks. She smiles.
After Pittfest, Samira asks Dr. Abbot for a crash course in combat medicine. She gets more than she bargained for.
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15 Sep 2025
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“Robby force you to take a break?” he asks when she’s close enough to not have to yell.
“Yeah.”
“Me too,” he huffs. “Like he’s my superior or something. Asshole.”
Samira laughs, bending down to put her coffee down, balancing her sandwich on the lid, and then leans her forearms on the railing, far enough away to still be able to look at the side of his face, but close enough that she feels a little more confident she’ll be able to do something if he… Well. “Should you be sitting over there?” she asks, staring at the slight slope of his nose, the shadow of his eyelashes across on the top of his freckled cheekbone.
“Probably not,” he answers in a casual tone. “At least I’m sitting.”
That doesn’t comfort her very much, but she figures there’s no point in fighting him on it, so she turns and sits down with her back against the warm metal, mirroring him. “You want half of my sandwich?” she offers, twisting her upper body to hold it out to him.
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28 Jun 2025
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Abbot hikes his camo backpack on his shoulder and, his back to Dennis, says, “You were homeless?” His tone is neutral, as if he’s asking what Dennis had for lunch, or how many scrub credits he has left on his shift.
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- Part 1 of Shorebirds
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28 Jun 2025