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    13 Sep 2017

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    12 Sep 2017

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    ‘Christ, it’s good to see you,’ Harry says, bringing a hand up to Eggsy’s face, thumb on his jawline, fingers brushing along his pulse point, and Eggsy is shocked into letting him have it for a moment, pinned under Harry’s touch.

    Then he wrenches himself away and runs a hand over his face, not surprised to feel it come away wet. He stares at the ground for a moment.

    ‘Eggsy –’

    ‘Oh no,’ he says, looking up, and his voice is hoarse but he doesn’t give a single shit. ‘No you fucking don’t, Harry. You’re not getting away with it that fucking easy, you got some explaining to do.’ He swallows hard. ‘Why the fuck didn’t you tell anyone you were still alive?’

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    In which it takes more than just an apology to rebuild trust after Harry comes back from the dead.

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    03 Sep 2017

  4. Rec 54

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    "But see, mijo... I know how to program and train a droid. I don't know that I know how to help you grow." Cassian smiles sadly at Poe.

    Poe just beams back, all gums and drool and soft, soft curls.

    "So I'm doing what I know I'm good at," Cassian concludes. "And hopefully this way you'll have a friend, and someone who can keep an eye on you when your papás and your mami are busy."

    Cassian sets aside the datapad and array of holochips so that he can roll onto his back on the bed and lift Poe over his head, zooming him carefully like a tiny, wiggly, screeching X-wing.

    "Because you're gonna be a handful, aren't you? Our rebel baby."
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    Or, Captain Cassian Andor tries to define what it means to live after he should have died. His second life is a softer one.

    AKA: The working title of this fic was "Three Rebels and a Baby."

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    10 Aug 2017

  5. Rec 54

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    "But see, mijo... I know how to program and train a droid. I don't know that I know how to help you grow." Cassian smiles sadly at Poe.

    Poe just beams back, all gums and drool and soft, soft curls.

    "So I'm doing what I know I'm good at," Cassian concludes. "And hopefully this way you'll have a friend, and someone who can keep an eye on you when your papás and your mami are busy."

    Cassian sets aside the datapad and array of holochips so that he can roll onto his back on the bed and lift Poe over his head, zooming him carefully like a tiny, wiggly, screeching X-wing.

    "Because you're gonna be a handful, aren't you? Our rebel baby."
    ---
    Or, Captain Cassian Andor tries to define what it means to live after he should have died. His second life is a softer one.

    AKA: The working title of this fic was "Three Rebels and a Baby."

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    10 Aug 2017