SIde jobs, Young space dads.
chirrut + baze
標籤: 槍棍組
I go where he goes. [insp]
Yes I realize Jedha’s hella cold…but dammit, seeing everybody elses temple training days stuff made me want to give it a go.
I had attempted the SpiritAssassin week, but I only got two in before life decided otherwise.
This prompt was
Bodyswap/role reversal.
So Baze is the blind devoted monk and Chirrut is the gun toting bad ass.
He felt Baze’s heavy, familiar tread pound the ground, smelled his brother’s sweat as he leaned close. He wanted to say, Baze! My eyes—I can’t see! but Baze Malbus had always needed comfort more than humor.
“Chirrut,” Baze murmured. “Don’t go. Don’t go. I’m here…”
He wondered for a moment how Baze had crossed the battlefield to reach him. But of course the Force had reunited them before the end.
Baze’s callused fingers rubbed life into the back of Chirrut’s hand. “It’s okay,” Chirrut said. “It’s okay. Look for the Force and you will always find me.”
He tried to smile, but he was no longer sure he could.
The words of the chant echoed in Chirrut Îmwe’s heart once more before he died:
I am one with the Force and the Force is with me.
—From the Rogue One: A Star Wars Story novelization by Alexander Freed
Master Îmwe
Fun fact: the vial necklace Chirrut’s wearing contains Baze’s ashes, and he can sense them as strongly as a kyber crystal.
Happy Valentine’s day from a galaxy far far away!
‘I’m saying it right now because I’m wondering why anyone would bother to put up with you.’ — ‘I often wonder the same thing about you.’
“I don’t mean to offend, but you’re blind.”
Chirrut put a hand up in front of his face , waved it back and forth, and gasped.
“Baze Malbus,” he said. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Baze laughed. Fortuna didn’t.
Guardians of the Whills, Greg Rucka
I love how this scene is not only in fanfic, but in canon now too.
🎶But something ‘bout him gets to me
Plus we got history
Yeah, we go way, way, way, way back🎶
A Force Sensitive Phasesixer 