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Familiar Faces

Pairing: Kai3po

Word Count: 916 Words

Summary: C-3PO has a chat with a stranger. All aboard the angst train!

Warnings: Spoilers for St.ar Wa.rs Episode IX (Ri.se of Skyw.alker), mentions of loss.

“Excuse me…”

Blue eyes glance up meet his photoreceptors, and with her attention now on him, the droid continues.

“I don’t believe we’ve met quite yet.” He extends a hand to the woman, seated on a bench, sketchpad in hand.

“I am C-3PO, human-cyborg relations.”

The woman stares at him for a moment, expression unreadable, before she holds out a hand, using the other to steady the sketchbook now resting in her lap.

“…Kaiyo.”

The name seems familiar, though he’s not sure why. Perhaps it was just one of the many names of the resistance members his new friend R2-D2 had told him about.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Kaiyo,” he says, hand still in hers. He stiffens as he notices the ring on her finger before her other hand returns to rest in her lap. He debates asking about who holds the other ring, but quickly decides against it. Instead, he gestures to the sketchpad.

“May I ask what it is you’re working on? Are you an artist?”

Her lips quirk up in a smile that fails to reach her eyes.

“You could say that…”

She hesitates a moment before motioning for the droid to sit down, shifting her body to give him a better view of her sketchpad.

“Ah, is that…a starspeeder?”

“Mhm,” she affirms, turning the page to reveal more mock up sketches. “Ever since the fall of the First Order, I’ve had some more time on my hands.”

“This is quite an exquisite design, I must say,” Threepio compliments, “I am by no means an expert on starspeeders, but this one looks unlike any I’ve ever seen.”

He notices the human flush, what he has come to understand as a response to deep embarrassment…or flattery.

“Thank you. Well, you’re right, it doesn’t exist…yet. I’m working with a friend of mine who’s more adept at this kinda thing. They’re going to handle most of the actual inner workings. But…” she sighs, smiling, “I love creating new designs.”

The woman continues to eagerly show him more sketches, some of starspeeders like the first one, and others random drawings of wildlife, plants, and creatures. She seemed closed off at first, but she prattles on with an infectious enthusiasm that the droid can’t help but be drawn to. He feels as though he’s known her for longer than five minutes, combined with distant glimpses of her around the base. However, he was only activated a few weeks ago; such a thing, though strange, simply isn’t possible.

Kaiyo has flipped to another page, though she abruptly stops her excited rambles, eyes suddenly hardened at the sight of what’s on the next page. He looks down to see what the fuss is about and…oh.

“Is that…a self portrait?”

He is mainly able to tell because of the ponytail, though the anguished looking woman on page has a striking resemblance to the one sitting next to him, stiff as a board. Her eyes dart from the page to him, hand poised above the page like she wants to rip it off, crumple it up, or burn it. Maybe all of those things. Instead, she sighs.

“I didn’t mean to show you that. I…drew it as a form of self expression.”

He’s almost afraid to ask. After all, prying into one’s personal affairs is improper. However, he doesn’t need to pry when the words come pouring out of her like a leaky faucet.

“I drew it shortly after the battle on Exegol. Don’t get me wrong, a lot of us were happy to finally see the actual end of Palpatine, but…” she traces the portrait’s face almost as if she’s trying to comfort the sketched version of her.

“No war is won without costs. And he was a hefty one.”

“He?”

Her eyes widen, shaking her head as she realizes her slip up.

“Um…no one, I shouldn’t have said that…uh—“

“It’s perfectly alright if you don’t want to talk about it, Miss Kaiyo.”

“I haven’t for a while—or at least, it seems like it, but…” she fiddles with her ring, pointedly avoiding his attentive gaze.

“My husband…made a sacrifice. It saved the galaxy, and it was by no means the wrong choice. I’m…glad he did it.”

The shininess of her cheeks say otherwise.

“I’m sure that was difficult to learn of…but I’m sure it was a choice he made not just because of the galaxy, but because you’re a part of it, too.” He pauses. “I’m terribly sorry for your loss.”

She says nothing in return, even when he instinctively reaches up to swipe away a tear. His hand is metal, so it doesn’t help much, but it’s the gesture that counts, or so he thinks. Kaiyo seems to agree, reaching up to grasp his hand, still holding her cheek. She seems to lean into his touch, and it feels familiar, it feels natural, it feels—

“Threepio!”

Kaiyo yanks herself away at the sound of footsteps, quickly rubbing her eyes with her sleeve. The young recruit bows in apology for interrupting, explaining that the droid’s presence was requested by General Organa herself. The droid follows, bidding her goodbye, and Kaiyo watches. Her eyes flit down to the sketchpad, and in a fit of frustration she shuts it, tossing it next to her on the bench.

Dammit, Kaiyo. You’re supposed to be moving on from this. But how can you move on from someone who is only partially gone? The same person, just without everything that made him yours?

Note: I made this with the thought of “what if Threepio didn’t get his memory restored?” Because I think about that a lot and I enjoy the angst.

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this is just a comfort drabble okay?

Pairing: Kaiyo x 3po (married)

Word count: 283

a/n: Don’t worry guys I’m fine! I just saw some ship stuff that made me a little 🤏🏽 upset, but I’m okay!

She didn’t need to say anything.

Her arms slid around his torso and she pressed her face against the cool metal of his back. He was slightly startled by the sudden contact, as evident by the slight jolt he had made in response. But quickly, he turned to face her, bringing a hand to cup her face.

“Dear?”

Kaiyo visibly relaxed at the sensation, taking his hand and leading him to the couch. Wordlessly, she settled her head in his lap, as he fixed his hand in her hair, the other grasped in hers.

“Talk. About your day, about anything.” She requested. Her voice was uncharacteristically quiet.

Whatever it was that was plaguing her mind, he knew it was not the time to pry, and instead nodded.

“Very well.”

He spoke about the start of his day where he had somehow forgotten to charge himself before shutting down, how he had got into an argument on the rebel base with one of the pilots, careful not to neglect any detail. Kaiyo listened intently, until his words were drowned out by snores. In his ramble, he only just noticed that she had fallen asleep holding his hand to her chest. After gently prying her fingers off, he carefully lifted her head off his lap and onto a plush couch pillow, wrapping her in an equally soft blanket.

Whatever it is that was bothering her, hopefully some time in his arms later and a hot chocolate would make it easier to talk about. He took a minute to kneel down and tenderly kiss her forehead, before making his way to the kitchen to make her some hot chocolate.

Extra marshmallows, of course.

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Slimer, Snacks and Spengler

Word Count: 1165 (Yikes!)

The Ghostbusters are hosting a ghost exhibition Halloween Party, and Kaiyo and Spengler get snack duty.

Thanks to @bobmckenzie for letting me mention your s/i and Louis in here!! I love your art and your ship with him so much 🤍

Notes: Mention of alcohol, characters have a few sips. Egon and Kaiyo’s relationship is not clearly defined, but there’s something there. I don’t know what this is, I just wanted to write some Halloween vibes.

“Remember to save some for the partygoers.”

Kaiyo looked down to see Egon’s fingers brush hers, an attempt to pry the snickers bar from her clutches.

“We both agreed to have one.” She protested.

“That’s your second one.”

She paused, snapping out of what she would almost call a snickers induced trance. Sure, the others were unlikely to tell if two, maybe even four candies were missing from the batch, but Egon had said that if they allowed themselves more, two would turn into five, and so on. So, they had to set some limitations.

“Y’know, I think you just wanted an excuse to hold my hand.” She teased, attempting to distract him. “Or, you just wanted the candy bar for yourself.”

He couldn’t help but blush. “Neither of those theories are true. Besides,” he reached behind her and grabbed the Snickers wrapper she was hiding behind her, holding it up with two fingers. “I don’t need an excuse. The evidence is right here.”

Kaiyo grimaced. For some reason, everyone had collectively agreed that she and Egon would be in charge of snacks and drinks. Ray and Janine were on decorating duty, Winston and Peter were setting up the ghost exhibits and spreading the word. Louis was in charge of entertainment, which really just meant asking if his girlfriend Caitie and her band would play at the party. Kaiyo remembered him busting into the firehouse gushing like a lovesick puppy about how amazing their performance would be, and how he was really excited to show Caitie all around the firehouse after the show.

That left her and Spengler in charge of snacks. Again, a choice Kaiyo didn’t understand, as they were probably the last two people you would want to leave alone with a bunch of sweets. Nevertheless, the two managed to resist temptation and began to pour two large bags of assorted candies into a shiny plastic cauldron they had picked out at the store, before moving on to prepare the drinks.

“This kinda reminds me of the parties we used to have in elementary school,” Kaiyo remarked as she began to pour the drinks into green plastic cups.

“—Pouring alcohol?” Egon quipped, pointing to the bottle of vodka in hand. Kaiyo laughed.

“Of course not. Besides, these are for the guests. I’m not planning to drink more than a few sips tonight. I was talking about the excitement that comes with Halloween parties.” She glanced up at him.

“Did you guys have those at your school?”

Egon nodded. “A few times. I never dressed up, but I did enjoy the candy. It wasn’t something I was able to eat often.”

Kaiyo was suddenly reminded of a conversation she had overheard about half a slinky and furrowed her brows. She knew he probably didn’t want to talk about his childhood, so she decided to volunteer more information about hers. After all, while Egon thoroughly enjoyed talking to her about various topics, he was a pretty good listener too.

“You know,” she said, adding some syrup to the drinks, “One time I wanted to dress up as a ghost. I had just seen It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown! for the first time and I was dying—pun not intended—to be a ghost. I got an old linen sheet from the attic and cut holes in it. More than I needed too ‘cause I wanted to go as Charlie Brown’s rendition specifically.”

“Interesting. Almost a premonition to your current career choice. Why did you want to go as Charlie Brown?”

She shrugged, feigning nonchalance, but her stiff body language told a different story.

“My ‘friends’ told me that I was the ‘Charlie Brown’ in the group. At the time I saw it as a compliment. But looking back, it was just their way of telling me I was never going to fit in.”

Egon clenched his jaw, sliding his hand over hers. She wasn’t often solemn like this, and he wasn’t exactly sure how to best comfort her. But for her, he wanted to try.

“I hope you realize that’s more of an insult to them than it is to you.”

“Y-Yeah,” she replied, head still downcast. “But enough about them. I was more upset by the fact that my parents were pissed I ruined a perfectly good sheet, and I wasn’t even allowed to wear the costume because it ‘violated the school dress code’ or whatever.” She chuckled, and Egon couldn’t help but let out a small sigh of relief that he had somewhat succeeded in making her feel better.

Kaiyo shook her head and grinned. “Enough about that, though. Are you gonna help me with these, or what?”

“Oh, right. Of course.” He peered at the contents on the table.

“What exactly is next?” He asked. “I’ve never mixed drinks before.”

His knowledge of the culinary arts was pretty bare bones. He could cook a decent meal for himself, sure, but in college he and Ray had mainly survived on ramen with the occasional take out. And whereas he probably could have learned to mix drinks at college parties, the ones Venkman had dragged he and Raymond to ended in him leaving almost immediately.

“Don’t worry, I’m basically done with these. But you gotta help me add the dry ice when the guests come. In the meantime…” she picked up a glass, peering curiously at the shimmery lime liquid. “Can you add some to this one? I wanna try it.”

“Certainly.” As he prepared to take out the ice with tongs, he couldn’t help but notice Kaiyo bouncing on her heels out of the corner of his eye. While he was pretty indifferent to the holiday itself, he had to admit he was growing a more positive attitude to it than an indifferent one. After all, it was something that made her happy.

He carefully plopped the ice into the drink, the instant smoke reminding him of the absurd amount the ghost traps produced. Kaiyo didn’t seem to share the same thoughts though, as she placed the glass down and looked at it, eyes wide.

“Cool!”

“It’s frozen carbon dioxide.”

“Like I said. Cool.”

He smiled. “I never said it wasn’t cool.”

Taking a tentative sip, Kaiyo winced, recoiling.

“Agh, I think I’ll stick to just looking at it. Maybe Slimer can finish it.”

“Do you really think giving him alcohol is the best idea?”

Kaiyo shrugged. “Won’t know unless we test for results. Right, Doc?”

“…You two done in here?” Venkman leaned in the doorframe, already in his choice of costume for the night. His slightly muffled speech told the pair that he already had his fake fangs in place.

“Yep!” Kaiyo handed her drink to Venkman. “Wanna try the drink we made? Egie and I are gonna go put on our costumes.”

The couple walked out of the room, while Peter stared into the liquid, taking a tentative sip. Walking into the next room, he snuck it into the glass cage Slimer was being kept in for the party.

“Drink up, bud.”

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Feels Like a Dream

Word count: 863

Pairing: pre-dating Kai3po (shocker!)

While Kaiyo is peacefully dreaming away, her good friend Threepio is next to her feeling the opposite of peace as he questions in Threepio fashion why she asked for his comfort after a nightmare. Inspired by this

Disclaimer: Just to be super clear, I am in no way trying to invalidate qpp and platonic relationships! You can cuddle up with people and not be romantic with them, this fic is not trying to say otherwise!

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He was startled by the signals in his system telling him that his charging was complete.

Threepio was used to powering on in a dark room, all by himself, usually seated with his back to the wall. But the feeling of soft sheets and the sound of Kaiyo’s nonsensical sleepy murmurs refreshed his memory.

He could faintly make out the shape of her face in the dark thanks to the soft glow of his optics on her skin. She was snuggled up against him now, her arms wrapped around one of his, cheek pressed up against his shoulder plate. Somehow his hands had found their way into her hair, pulling her a little closer.

All in all, it seemed like a perfectly peaceful, practically ideal situation for him to be in.

Well, almost. Except for the fact that internally, his circuits were running at a rapid fire pace, his central processing unit unable to do the processing of his current predicament.

No, scrap that. A “predicament” was getting his head ripped off and attached to a battle droid. Or clinging to Chewie for dear life as he was certain they were going to die going through an asteroid field. Those events were terrifying, and he prayed to the maker that he wouldn’t have to experience anything like that again. That wasn’t the case here. In fact, he certainly wouldn’t mind doing this another time.

But, he couldn’t help but wonder how in the galaxy he had gotten himself in such a situation to begin with. He was a protocol droid, for heaven’s sake, not some sort of pillow! And yet, he admitted, he didn’t really mind serving as a pillow for his dear friend at the moment. But why him? Was it perhaps that he was the most convenient choice? The option in closest proximity? It certainly couldn’t be for comfort reasons, that was for certain. His metal body was one of the many examples to prove that. He decided to recall the events leading up to the current situation. Perhaps there was something he was missing.

Kaiyo had entered the room he usually powered down in most frequently in the middle of the night, claiming she had nightmares.

The latter part wasn’t that strange. After all, while he couldn’t understand the concept of nightmares, having a number of past masters told him they were quite common. However, the trip from where she had found him to her quarters told him that there were several others she could have gone to that were probably more knowledgeable on the topic of nightmares and how to fall asleep after one.

She had asked him to keep her company because she didn’t want to wake the others.

This wasn’t too strange either. In fact, it made quite a bit of sense. Being one of the only droids on board meant that he was most likely to be available that late at night. Yes, that made perfect sense. That must be why she had chosen him. She had weighed the options, and decided that it wasn’t worth risking waking someone else to make a shorter trip.

…Finally, he could relax. The newfound tension in his joints subsided, and…wait.

Kaiyo had asked if he was comfortable laying next to her, which had turned into her facing him on the bed, which turned into snuggling up next to him with a whispered “is this okay?”, which was followed by a “oh! I suppose so…” as he placed his other arm protectively over her.

His gaze settled on her once more, racking his database for answers. Was this all just part of human companionship? For someone who claimed to specialize in “human-cyborg relations”, he really was not living up to that title right now. He knew how to settle disputes between parties who spoke in different tongues, knew what kind of behaviors were deemed acceptable in high society. Notably, this didn’t include being in close proximity with your human friend in a position that he could only describe as intimate. Why, it might even be considered improper for someone like him! And yet, despite concluding that this was a situation he wasn’t programmed for, something so unheard of for a droid of…any kind really, for once a little voice in his head told the worrying part of his brain to hush.

After all, this was something that Kaiyo wanted, that made her feel comfortable and happy. And for whatever reason, it made him strangely happy too. Did it really matter if it went against his protocol? The thought itself shocked him to the core, but he pushed it aside. In the privacy of Kaiyo’s quarters, shrouded in darkness, holding her in his arms…maybe he didn’t have to worry about being an upstanding droid of etiquette right now. He could embrace whatever this was, this new feeling he couldn’t quite name but wanted to hold onto for as long as he could. Hold onto her as long as he could, make her feel safe when she had done the same for him so many times.

Until she woke up, for the time being he too could dream.

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Droids Need Rest Too (Part One)

851 words

Notes: This takes place during the sequels, I kept it vague enough so it’s not during any specific moment. They’re married at this point so no pining this time ☺️ Also this is basically just fluff that wrote itself. Part one is more set up, then part two focuses on them talking.

Also thanks to @flyboywife for letting me include your s/i and Poe in this! Check out their writings of Poe and Volya, they’re an incredibly cute couple!!

Mornings were always slow for Kaiyo.

She opened her eyes, groaned, then shut them again for at least fifteen minutes. There was only ever one thing that would motivate her to slip out of bed sooner, and that was the smell of breakfast. Lately, however, she’d woken up alone and, after an hour of more sleep, dragged herself to the kitchen to make some much needed caf, and heat up something to eat. But, admittedly, it’s not so much the smell of breakfast she misses. It’s who she’d find making it, who often times would greet her with a kiss and a “good morning”, and would sit with her while she ate.

For the past few weeks, that hadn’t been the case. It wasn’t because Threepio was on a mission who knows where, he was actually a quick flight away. The challenge was finding him once she got to the resistance base, and getting him alone, if for just a few moments.

He wasn’t avoiding her, she knew that much, but his stubbornness combined with his insistence that he had a duty to assist the rebellion in any way he could was what kept him away. And she couldn’t blame him, really. He had an important job, and she recognized that.

And that’s what she decided to lead with. She repeated what she wanted to say in her head as she arrived at the resistance base, eyes darting around for a familiar gleam of gold.

She instead instantly recognized a friendly face, to her relief. Volya stood in a corner taking with Poe, although “flirting” was probably the more accurate word in this scenario. After all, though they didn’t exactly flaunt their relationship, it was obvious to pretty much everyone that they were an item. And Poe resting his chin on her shoulder didn’t exactly help prove otherwise.

“Hey lovebirds,” she waved as she approached, “Sorry to interrupt…but have either of you seen Threepio?”

Poe spoke first, the tinest smirk on his face as Volya tried to hide her obvious blush at being referred to as “lovebird”.

“Not recently, no. I can have BB-8 look around if you want.”

“Oh, actually…” Volya gestured behind her. “He might be in General Organa’s office. Said he was doing some work in there.”

Kaiyo nodded. “Thanks, you two.” She headed for Leia’s office.

Poe smiled. “Is he really in there, or did you just want to have me all to yourself again?” Flustered, Volya shook her head. “I was telling the truth!”

She peered inside, noticing that the lights were off, though a lone figure in the center of the room was illuminated by the glow of a datapad. Bingo.

Opening the door, she was greeted with a yelp as the droid quickly turned around, clearly startled.

“Good heavens! My star, what are you doing sneaking up on me like that? I nearly short circuited!”

Kaiyo smiled. “Sorry.”

“Sorry?” He echoed. “Is that all you have to say for yourself? And what exactly are you doing in here, anyway?”

“I could ask you that too,” she shrugged. “Last time I checked, this is Leia’s office.”

“General Organa isn’t here, currently. She went somewhere with General Stella, although she didn’t inform me of their whereabouts.”

Probably because Stella wanted her to take an undisturbed break for once, she concluded.

“Now, I believe you have yet to answer my question. What are you doing here?“

She walked over to him, lazily draping her arms over his shoulders. He instantly relaxed at her touch.

“Is it crazy to assume I missed you and wanted to see you?”

He slid a hand to her face, gently stroking her cheek. “Of course not. I missed you too…I’m just…surprised. Why not simply message me?”

“I did.” She took the datapad in hand, pointing to the list of messages she had sent.

“Oh dear…” he muttered as she handed back the datapad. “I’m terribly sorry, my dear. Truth be told, I’ve been far busier than usual and must have forgotten to respond.” He hung his head slightly. “There is no excuse, I—”

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m not mad, I know you wouldn’t ignore me on purpose.” She paused. “Unless we got into some petty fight and you’re giving me the silent treatment. But that’s not the case here. Is everything okay?” She took his face in her hands.

“E-Everything is fine, I’ve just been rather occupied with my duties. You know being the spymaster is quite the challenge. Nothing that I can’t handle, of course, but it seems there is always something that requires my attention.”

“Mm, well there’s something else that requires your attention right now.” She pressed a kiss to his “cheek”.

“Uhm—well, I—“ he stammered, as she grinned having gotten such a reaction from him, following it up with a kiss on the other side of his face. “You enjoy making a mess of me, don’t you?”

“Oh yeah. Big time.”

“Hmm. Well, I suppose I can spare five minutes of my time, just for you…But after that…”

She gave a sly smile. “Understood. Not a second more.”

No promises.

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Safeshiptember Day 3: Desperately pining for one another's love and affections

I’m not doing each day but this prompt is pre-dating Kai3po to a T, so I had to do it!

May I?

589 words

It was late at night. Padmé was asleep, so naturally Threepio was able to recharge and power down for the night, as usual. But instead, he sat looking out the window in her apartment at the bustling city that was Coruscant. It wasn’t that he couldn’t sleep, as of course he didn’t, but for some strange reason his head was full and he decided to sit with his thoughts while he had the chance.

There was something wrong with him. He didn’t know exactly what, but recently he had been feeling…differently. And it was all one person’s fault.

Whereas before all he strived to do was be helpful, to fulfill his duty as a protocol droid, now Kaiyo was making what used to feel like going through the motions far more difficult. Because now, instead of most of his thoughts being consumed with his duties, his purpose, they now had to share space in his head with thoughts of her.

It was all her fault. If she hadn’t kissed him on the cheek (or, the equivalent of his cheek), perhaps he would have been able to suppress all these emotions. But now, he kept replaying the moment in his head, over and over again. He had even wondered if she would do it again. Imagined what it would be like if she had kissed the other side of his face, or maybe his forehead, or—

A knock sounded at the door. He quickly shot up, and nervously made his way to the door. He hoped it wasn’t any unsavory individual, but the voice through the door alleviated his worries. Oh, it was just Kaiyo.

…Oh no, it was Kaiyo.

She smiled at him as he opened the door, offering a basket of trinkets that apparently were for Padmé.

“I meant to bring these earlier, but I got caught up in…some other stuff.” She laughed nervously.

“…Does this ‘other stuff’ perhaps explain why there is dirt on your cheek?”

Surprised, Kaiyo lifted a hand to her face. “Maybe…look, I was in a rush to get here, okay?”

Normally he would scold her for potentially bringing some dirt into the apartment, and explain how unseemly it was. But, for some reason, he instead lifted a hand to her face.

“May I?”

Though taken aback, she nodded, and Threepio gently brushed away the dirt with his thumb, letting it fall into his free palm. He couldn’t help but notice her lean into his touch as she muttered a small “thanks”. The dirt was gone, but he allowed himself to keep his hand to her face, if only for a few moments. She looked up at him, eyes wide, lips slightly parted and a tint of red on her cheeks. Then, Kaiyo smiled sheepishly, stepping back into the light of the hallway.

“I should probably get going now. Let Padmé know I said hi!”

She was gone, down the hallway before the droid could fully register what happened. He picked up the basket before putting it on a nearby table and discarding of the dirt in a nearby waste bin. If this had happened a few years ago, he would have scolded her for coming in late at night, bringing dirt in, and who knows what else. But for whatever reason, all that took a backseat to his current thoughts, which were focused on how she looked at him, how soft her skin felt, and, to his chagrin, that he was in for another night of what Artoo would later refer to as “pathetically pining”.

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Drabblecember Day 9: A Walk Outside

Okay listen. Is it like ten days after the ninth? Yes. But I was too busy to write that day and this prompt was really cute so I wanted to post something for it 🥺

875 words

Pairing: Kai3po (pre-dating)

He was so tired.

While promised that the event wouldn’t go on for long, and that he was sure to be an invaluable asset to the mission, Threepio served little purpose that night other than to be his former master’s coatrack. Granted, he was told to be on standby, should his services be needed, but at this point it appeared whatever Anakin and Obi Wan assumed was going to happen at the gala was nothing to warrant the lightsabers securely stashed away. The night had drone on for long enough, and while no verbal or physical labor had been required of him, he felt exhaustion coupled with utter loneliness. Standing still for hours, let alone with no one eager to use him for the one thing he was good for, was upsetting. That is, until his attention was brought to a flash of scarlet, in the form of a shiny red dress. The owner of said dress a familiar, not completely unwelcome sight.

“Well, don’t you clean up nicely.”

He turned to see Kaiyo grinning, gesturing to the bowtie Anakin had fastened to him earlier that evening. It had gone a tad crooked at this point.

“Thank you…you look quite radiant yourself.”

“I know,” she teased, darting her head around before facing him again. “Did you come by yourself, or is your date just in the restroom?”

He mimicked a scoff. “I do not have a “date”. Master Anakin asked me to accompany him and Obi Wan here for a mission, supposedly…although I’m unsure why my presence is even necessary at this point.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that.” She jerked her head towards his shoulder, suit jacket draped over.

“I believe that further proves my point.” He said.

“Well…if you’re not too occupied, maybe you could join me outside for a walk?” She sighed dramatically. “It’s so stuffy in here, not even the food is worth staying for. You’d think with how wealthy the owners are they’d at least have a decent menu.”

“A-As lovely as that sounds, I must remain here. What if I’m needed?”

“I’m sorry, how long have you been standing here doing absolutely nothing? Two hours?”

“…Three.“

“Oh, you poor thing.” She took hold of his arm, tugging him towards the exit. “Let’s get you some fresh air.”

“I must remind you, that as a droid I do not require ‘fresh air’.”

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He hadn’t protested much. Keyword much, though he knew realistically Kaiyo saw through his protests and was aware he was grateful for an excuse to take a break. While unaccustomed to the chilly night air, he slowly started to prefer it to the stuffiness of the ballroom.

“Soooo, what’s this mission about, exactly?”

“I can’t tell you that! It would go against my protocol to reveal such information.”

Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

“They didn’t tell you much of anything, did they?”

“Well—“ he began to protest, “I—um, of course they did…”

Kaiyo gave a small laugh, her suspicions all but confirmed.

Heat ran through his faceplate, and he glanced away.

“L-Let’s not talk about that. I’m rather curious to know what you’re doing here.”

She shrugged.

“You have your mission, I have mine. Let’s just say I wasn’t able to gather the intel I was looking for.” She pressed her lips together, hoping he wouldn’t question further. He wasn’t always adept at picking up cues, but he had someone grown to recognize her tells. One of which, he noticed, was what he understood was the natural human response to the cold: shivering. He could tell she was trying to power through it, slightly increasing her pace, and he wondered why she didn’t simply suggest going back inside.

“Kaiyo…” he began.

She paused, turning back to face him, eyes widening when she realized that she had outpaced him by quite a few feet in an attempt to generate heat.

“Oh, sorry! Am I walking too fast?”

“Well yes, but—“ she hurried back to his side as he spoke, “I was going to point out that you seem cold.”

Her cheeks flushed slightly. “It’s pretty chilly…”

Wordlessly, Threepio slowly slid Anakin’s suit jacket off his shoulder, gently placing it around Kaiyo’s shoulders.

“Oh!” Kaiyo glanced up at him, further burying herself in the jacket. “Are you sure Anakin won’t mind?”

“I’m sure if he needed it, he would have asked for it back by now,” Threepio explained. Kaiyo nodded, a small smile gracing her face. Threepio forced himself to look away.

She had no business looking so cute.

He thought if he just avoided looking at her, focused his gaze on the grass, the sky, anything else, that the rush of energy through his circuits would subside. That is, until she seemingly read his mind and decided to make it worse.

Granted, while she could technically read some minds (a perk of her mastery of the Force), he thanked the maker that such a trick didn’t work on droids.

But as she reached to adjust his bowtie, patting it down slightly with a satisfied smile that made him feel like his circuits were melting, he wasn’t so sure.

All he knew is that he was pleased that he had decided to walk with her that evening.

#rina writes 🖊️ #drabblecember #drabblecember2023 #ok.to.rb #listen. I love the ‘drapes jacket over shoulders’ trope so I HAD to write it #even if it means stealing anakin’s jacket for the greater good

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Drabblecember Day 6: Wrapping Gifts

Word Count: 525 words

Pairing: Kaiyo x Vincent

Summary: Vincent watches Kaiyo wrap Christmas gifts.

Notes: Brief mention of a scar. Vincent remembers a traumatic event from the past, but it’s not talked about in detail. Also Eugene is Vincent’s personal assistant.

“What are you doing?”

Kaiyo glanced up, elbow deep in a box of bows. She gestured to the surrounding wrapping paper with a jut of the chin.

“You’ll never guess.”

Vincent rolled his eyes.

“I’m aware you’re wrapping gifts. What I meant to ask is ‘why’?”

“I’m trying to get a head start. Last year I waited until Christmas Eve for some godforsaken reason, and nearly fell asleep at Christmas dinner.”

Vincent kneeled down next to her, eyeing what appeared to be a chew toy wrapped in glossy peppermint printed paper.

“For Esteban, I assume?”

Kaiyo put a finger to her lips.

“You better keep it a secret.” She teased.

“I’m sure I can manage. Although I have a feeling the shape will clue him in. My princeling is rather smart.”

She replied with a snort.

He watched her at work, working the paper with careful hands.

“You know, cherie…you could have told me you needed to wrap gifts. Eugene does mine every year, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind wrapping yours as well.”

“Oh yeah? Who wraps his gift then?”

“I find it uneccessary to wrap a Christmas bonus check.”

“Okay, fair,” she sighed, “But you mean to tell me you never wrap any gifts ever? It’s fun! You should try it.”

He was about to protest, to list one of the many other pressing matters he had to attend to, but Kaiyo shoved a box in his hands with an excited smile.

“This one’s for Kenji. Go ahead and choose a wrapping paper. I trust your judgement.”

She returned her attention to starting on another gift while Vincent eyed the almost comically large wrapping paper collection before him. He pulled out a tube of gaudy red paper peppered with reindeer. It wasn’t to his taste, but that probably meant it would be a shoe in with Kenji. He carefully placed the gift over the paper laid out on the floor before the realization hit him. Kaiyo eyed him.

“Are you trying to wrap it like, telepathically or something?” Her cheeky grin switched to an expression of shock.

“…You don’t know how to wrap a present, do you?”

He scoffed.

“Of course I know how. It’s just…been a long time. At least a decade. The last time I did was when I spent Christmas with—“ He froze, hand darting to his arm, absentmindedly rubbing a scar with his thumb.

Slowly, Kaiyo reached out with a hand, head tilted in an attempt to ask for permission. He slipped his hand in hers, clearly not wanting to elaborate on the memory.

“Umm…” she hesistantly gestured to Kenji’s gift. “Maybe you could watch me wrap Kenji’s present, and then try it yourself?”

He swallowed, filing away the memory, then turned to her, grounding himself with the touch of her hands. Warm and familiar. She gave him a gentle smile, bringing him back to the present.

“Yes…” he finally said. “That would be acceptable.”

“Good!” Kaiyo reached over him to slide the reindeer paper toward her, giving a chuckle as she noticed the paper he chose.

“By the way, nice choice of paper.”

“I’d say it was inspired.”

#rina writes 🖊️ #drabblecember 2023 #drabblecember2023 #[r]: most competent traitor 🖤 #ok.to.rb