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Missing the old Dexter

A/N: This is completely self-indulgent, since my Dexter Vex feels were at a peak. This is set during SOW, but there are no spoilers involved. Valkyrie and Tanith miss the old Dexter and Skulduggery knows how to get to him.

„I’m worried about him.“ 

Tanith looked up from cleaning her sword and sent Valkyrie a clueless look. „I’m worried about all of us.“ Meaningfully she motioned at the all surrounding death threats of the Leibniz Universe. „But do specify.“

Valkyrie put her head up on her hands and sighed. „Dexter. He is … not himself.“

Taniths’ shoulders slumped down a little. It was true, she had noticed it herself. But what was there to do about it? He was marked by all the things that have happened to him. He didn’t take life as lightly as he used to. He wasn’t an adventurer anymore, but a man who had seen too much, had endured too much, had lost too much. He was slowly but securely turning into Skulduggery. There was still a spark inside of him that reminded her of the old Dexter - a friendly wink, a sudden uncontrollable laugh, an instinctively done dance move during a fight. But a lot was missing. So much of him wasn’t there. And the sparks didn’t last long. They vanished, making space for the grim, scarred, silent Dexter whose beard had replaced his smile.

„Do you think there is anything we can do to…“ Valkyrie stopped mid-sentence, sighing like any attempt of restoring the old Dexter was hopeless from the start. Her sad face combined with the sad surroundings and the sad situation made Tanith wish for a medicine strong enough to cure her friends traumas alltogether. All of them wiped away, making space for happy memories and happy new experiences. 

Skulduggery started getting up from where he had been meditating close-by and put on his hat. He stayed standing there, seemingly checking if Saracen and Dexter were returning from their hunt. Gently and surprisingly moved he said: „I can help.“

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corrival student: oi, cunt! listen here ya fanny

militsa gnosis, scottish and considering that to be a polite way of greeting someone: yes?

This is amazing!!! Thank you so much! I´m such a sucker for soft dead men fluff

Hey, hope you're doing well during all this craziness! Since you asked for a writing prompt: how about some dead men fluff set during LSODM?

Hi! This has taken me absolute ages bc of online school and I am so sorry. Hope you’re doing okay too and thanks for the request!

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we were meant to live slowly!!!! we were meant to savor moments and feel unabashedly lazy and frolic and smell the flowers and laugh with our entire hearts and love with our entire souls!!!!! don’t ever feel guilty for resting!!!!!! don’t ever feel guilty for slowing down!!!!!! enjoying life shouldn’t be something you’re ashamed of

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This is amazing!! Thank you :) I really love the idea of Leia realizing she misses Han pestering her and then interrupting his work for a change

Since you asked for a number that might or might not be for a fic prompt: How about 7?

Ah, the last of the ficlets! I'm sorry for taking so long on this (and...honestly, I'm unsure of the quality here, but...you know, these are mainly exercises, so).

Number 7 on this list was "visiting them at their place of work", so here you are!

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She didn’t want to invite trouble merely by acknowledging it, but the Command Center had been painfully quiet for her entire shift, and Leia needed something to happen. Not a disaster, mind; they already experienced those on a regular enough basis, and it wasn’t like she was looking for an adrenaline rush. No, she just hadn’t seen anyone except the staff on duty, which was…strange.

Strange? It’s strange that the only people I’ve seen today are the ones I’m sharing a shift with?

It was, though. Her day was usually interrupted by a number of beings, from a single smuggler to an entire squadron of pilots, all of whom thought their own concerns more important than anything she could possibly be busy with. The complete lack of contact from any of them was unnerving.

Well, the Rogues were out on a mission, so the lack of contact from them was to be expected. Han and Chewie weren’t, though. They weren’t due to leave for another run for several days, and Leia was certain she had heard loud cursing in Basic, Corellian, and Shyriiwook emanate from a nearby hangar when she had grabbed lunch from the mess.

The fact that she had even had to get lunch herself was strange. It shouldn’t have been — it shouldn’t have been — but the number of times she missed the lunch window only to have Han or Chewie or Luke show up with her midday meal probably outnumbered the times she had sat down and had a proper lunch without interruption.

Leia’s shift had ended a solid half hour ago, but she found herself waiting in the Command Center for…something. Someone? She rarely had so much time to devote to thoughts of her own movements and often relied on outside indications that she should be somewhere: an alarm, a meeting alert, someone stopping by on their way to dinner…

Someone.

Right. Han almost always annoyed her until she gave in and ate dinner in the mess when he was planetside. When he wasn’t…well, she was usually too busy to notice until her stomach growled, at which point she ate a ration bar or two.

I wonder where he is. It was a silly thought; they had no agreement, no contract demanding that he irritate her into eating away from her desk, but she had apparently started relying on that outside cue more than any other.

Leia walked to the mess. She heard loud banging, followed by Han shouting to Chewie as she passed the hangar where the Falcon was housed. What is wrong with that disaster of a ship now? she wondered.

As she entered the dinner line, a thought occurred to her: Han hadn’t bothered her about dinner. He might have gone with just Chewie — it was possible they were in a hurry and couldn’t bother with going to get her — but she wanted to be sure. Leia caught the attention of the ensign spooning a brilliant orange mystery grain into containers. “Have Captain Solo or Chewbacca come through yet?”

The ensign shook his head. “No, ma’am. Haven’t seen ‘em.”

Leia checked her chrono. The dinner line was minutes away from closing, and Han and Chewie had certainly sounded preoccupied. She asked the ensign for three meals and carried the stack out of the mess hall toward the hangar.

The area surrounding the Falcon looked as if the ship had been sick. Parts — old, new, refurbished, destroyed — were strewn everywhere, and Leia couldn’t discern any meaningful order just by looking at them.

Han hung upside down from the belly of the ship, his legs completely consumed by the Falcon’s hull, while Chewie handed him a tool of some kind. Before the smuggler disappeared entirely into the ship, he caught sight of Leia and scowled.

“No time for whatever you’ve got for us, Worship. We’re workin’ on a deadline and we’ve gotta—”

“Dinner?” she interrupted, lifting the boxed meals emphatically. “One of the guys on dinner duty mentioned you two hadn’t been through yet, and you’ve seemed busy all day, so I thought…” She shrugged.

Han blinked, checked his chrono, and shook his head once. “Didn’t realize it was so late.”

Leia nodded. “I figured as much.” She set the boxes on the lid of a nearby crate. “I’ll leave these here. You may want to get to them pretty quick; whatever grain they served looked half-congealed by the time I went through the line.”

[Thank you, Princess,] Chewie said.

Leia nodded. “You’re welcome.” She turned and took a step away from the Falcon, intending to eat…she wasn’t sure. Maybe her quarters, or back at her desk just so she wouldn’t be completely alone.

“Hey, Leia?” Han called. She turned to look in his direction right as he freed himself from the guts of the ship and twisted just enough to land on his feet. He took a few steps toward her. “You wanna eat here with us?”

Leia nodded and walked back toward Han and Chewie. “Yes,” she said with a smile. “That’d be nice.”

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