the little things
for @fyeahspiritassassin‘s ship week - April 25: Alternative universe/timeline
The other day I heard about this couple that were celebrating their 70th wedding anniversary and they were offering Life Advice. I flip flopped between making this a modern AU or a everyone lives/post Scarif AU and I honestly don’t know which one this is but enjoy! (ft. roguejedi)
“How long have you guys been together?” The question tumbles out of Luke’s mouth in the way such questions do: it was something that had been nagging him for a long time, but there was never the right opportunity to ask.
Apparently, Luke thought this was the right time. He was right: he and Bodhi were effectively sprawled across the couch, Bodhi looking relaxed in what appeared to be the most uncomfortable position ever, and Luke resting on his side.
“You could’ve asked me that,” Bodhi says, hand idly running through Luke’s hair.
“Really?” Luke turns in his seat to look at Bodhi, then at the smiling Guardians, then back at Bodhi. “How would you know?”
Bodhi’s eyes drift over to Chirrut, who smiles. “The Guardians’ lives… we didn’t know much about them. But something as important as a marriage… that’s hard to keep quiet.”
“Ah, right. So how long was it?”
“Before I was born,” Bodhi says with a smile.
Luke’s jaw drops. “That long?” Bodhi punches him lightly as Baze chuckles.
“I’m not that old.”
“Thirty-three years,” Chirrut says with a smile. “If you’re counting from our legal union.”
Baze huffs. “You make it sound like we got a fancy certificate, Chirrut.”
Chirrut dismissively waves his hand.
Luke’s still looking at them in awe. “That long? Man, I don’t know many people who lived much longer, much less were in relationships that long. Wow… How….?”
“I ask myself that every day,” Baze says. Chirrut lightly punches his shoulder. “I’m kidding. I mean, the… I… I guess I followed Chirrut wherever he went and he kind of adopted me like a stray,” Baze chuckles.
Bodhi grins. “It always looked like you were trying to keep him out of trouble.”
“Me? Trouble?” Chirrut says incredulously, a grin blossoming across his face.
“But seriously,” Luke interjects, “How? Do you have like, any advice for u-I-uh just any advice?” The colour rises in his cheeks. Baze pretends not to notice.
“He infuriates me most of the time,” Baze starts, “but I like him too much to let that get to me.”
“Not silently, though,” Chirrut says wisely. “I don’t hear the end of it.”
“Communication,” Baze nods. “That’s where it all is.”
“Huh,” Luke says, lost in thought.
“Sure, the little things can get annoying. Like how Baze refuses to trust in the Force-”
“That’s a little thing?”
Chirrut shrugs. “Like I was about to say. Don’t blow things out of proportion. The only little things you should be caring about, are the good ones.”
“Moments like these,” Baze’s voice softens. “They’re hard to come by.” Chirrut nods.
“You’ll appreciate them later on. When you don’t have the chance.”
Luke’s eyes flicker over to Bodhi, the losses of their families still fresh in their minds.
“That makes sense,” Luke says, solemn. “We-I’ll keep that in mind.”