Fly with me

“Grace says he would like half of dome to be water.”

“Oh, is necessary for humans to have large amounts of water question?”

Small Eridian equivalent of a sigh. “No. Not needed for life. In fact Grace will die if he falls in water and does not get out.”

“Tell him we give him water in containers that won't kill him. Lots lots lots of water on Erid for Grace to drink.”

“No. Grace say he want water on ground. Also want it with excess sodium chloride compound so it will be unhealthy for drink.”

New Lands for the Living // Read on Ao3

Poe/Luke // Rated M // 50239 words

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The war is over, and nobody’s won. With the galaxy on the verge of destruction, Poe Dameron hatches a desperate plan—go back in time.

But Poe’s plan quickly goes awry, and he finds himself on the run from local authorities. The only plan to keep him safe is…extreme, to say the least.

“Can’t get you citizenship documents,” the man muttered, his voice clearer now that it wasn’t muffled by the scarf. Poe took a deep breath and forced himself to think. He looked back at his would-be rescuer.

Who was shoving the scarf back from the top his head, revealing a face that Poe knew. That lots of people knew. Kriff, that everyone knew, trillions upon trillions of sapients in the galaxy would recognize that face.

Luke Skywalker—as fresh-faced and young as the day he became the successful destroyer of the Death Star—was standing in front of him.

Fuck.

“Need a land grant to get a moisture farmer licence, can’t even get you a travel visa without citizenship documents…Hm,” the legend said, sighing. “Yeah. I think we’re going to have to get married.”

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Everyone, I’m so pleased to share this with you. I wrote this fic for the Just Married fic exchange, and now that author reveals are done I can share it with the rest of you!!  

This was supposed to be a shortish fic. 10k words, I was shooting for. But then (and oh, aren’t those familiar words) the plot kept unspooling, one idea leading to the next, and my time-travel Marriage of Convenience grew into a full fix-it of the Original (and Sequel) Trilogy, full of world-building, wartime strategy, a dash of political maneuvering. And, of course, I couldn’t leave out that most excellent of feelings - pining for the person you are married to. 

New Lands for the Living // Read on Ao3

Poe/Luke // Rated M // 50239 words

~

The war is over, and nobody’s won. With the galaxy on the verge of destruction, Poe Dameron hatches a desperate plan—go back in time.

But Poe’s plan quickly goes awry, and he finds himself on the run from local authorities. The only plan to keep him safe is…extreme, to say the least.

“Can’t get you citizenship documents,” the man muttered, his voice clearer now that it wasn’t muffled by the scarf. Poe took a deep breath and forced himself to think. He looked back at his would-be rescuer.

Who was shoving the scarf back from the top his head, revealing a face that Poe knew. That lots of people knew. Kriff, that everyone knew, trillions upon trillions of sapients in the galaxy would recognize that face.

Luke Skywalker—as fresh-faced and young as the day he became the successful destroyer of the Death Star—was standing in front of him.

Fuck.

“Need a land grant to get a moisture farmer licence, can’t even get you a travel visa without citizenship documents…Hm,” the legend said, sighing. “Yeah. I think we’re going to have to get married.”

~

Everyone, I’m so pleased to share this with you. I wrote this fic for the Just Married fic exchange, and now that author reveals are done I can share it with the rest of you!!  

This was supposed to be a shortish fic. 10k words, I was shooting for. But then (and oh, aren’t those familiar words) the plot kept unspooling, one idea leading to the next, and my time-travel Marriage of Convenience grew into a full fix-it of the Original (and Sequel) Trilogy, full of world-building, wartime strategy, a dash of political maneuvering. And, of course, I couldn’t leave out that most excellent of feelings - pining for the person you are married to. 

Gimmie Eridians who are absolutely heartbroken to hear that humans where so desperate and so scared that they where willing to part with not just one Grace, there were three of them! Gimmie Eridians touched to find that the humans planned a way for their sacrifices to be as comfortable as possible. Gimmie Eridians who send earth a message saying “We know it must have hurt to send your heroes to die, but one made it and he’s safe here. We lost 22 good Eridians on the journey we would have lost 23 if not for your Grace.”

* New student, very small. Grace said it was pebble. Pebble is small Earth rock. Pebble likes name.

* He found out Eridians have no gender rules.

* Students brought him mineral sample. After he stopped crying he said he loves show-and-tell game. Human naming conventions oddly literal.

* I told him Earthsun grew bright.

* I took him up atop atmosphere bypass elevator to look at stars.

* He woke up from nap and found me still with him. I did not wait on his chest; he says I am heavy like “elephant” and he “couldn’t breathe.” I laid my arm over him instead, kept him close, feeling safe. He said “cuddle” was warm.

* Before class he heard younglings singing.

* He has plants in house from sprouts on ship. Plant grew “bud.”

* Engineers got seawater temperature right. He took off shoes and stood in water, sighing. He didn’t care about pants getting damp. Cried until shirt was also damp. Humans very endlessly wet.

* He missed “Doritos.”

* Adrian helped food scientists make taumoeba dried paste. Made it crunchy after heating. We fused it into triangle form. Told him it was Tauritos. That made him laugh-cry. Laugh-cry is rare and precious.

* He remembered Eridians have no gender rules.

* We made him celebration outfit. Used metals he calls pretty. He can see frequencies named “colorful” and “shiny.” These make humans happiest.

* I gave him hug when he wasn’t expecting it. Easier to hug close now with exosuit. Hug when Grace sitting down so he does not fall over.