Sooo... I actually got so caught up in making Attack on Titan stories that I forgot I was also writing this one. 😳

And then last night I felt sad so I wrote a chapter because writing about fluffy Galennic makes me happy! You're welcome.

(Wow... that sounded like a 3rd grader/15-year old Orson Krennic is writing this)

This chapter is another fluff based off this song ^^ and this quote off Instagram:

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"GALEEEENNNN!!!" Orson threw himself towards Galen. Galen caught him and stumbled back, falling onto the bed. Orson smothered Galen's neck and face with kisses until Lyra pulled him backwards.

"Hey! Be gentle with Galen," Lyra said. "He's still recovering from the Ilum incident."

Orson nodded. But he could see Galen didn't mind. Or at least he thought so. Galen was smiling and Orson figured that was good. The scientist stood up and pulled the sixteen year old into a tight hug. Orson threw almost all his strength into the hug. "I m-missed you, Galen." He felt Galen nuzzling his hair. The older man's small beard tickled Orson's scalp and he found himself lightly giggling.

Quint suddenly spoke up. "Welp! I am going to go check out the new cafeteria. I heard it's got some delicious pizza. Lyra, come with me! We can talk weird stuff!"

Lyra rolled her eyes. "Like that's something I want to do."

"C'mon! It'll be fun!"

Orson watched Lyra sigh tiredly as she smiled. And he made an assumption that he just had to ask. "Are you t-two together all of a s-sudden?"

"What?!" Both cried. "No!" Lyra said hurriedly.

Quint took the lighter and less serious way. "Nah, we're just good friends. Though we could start something." Lyra punched Quint in the shoulder so hard it knocked him over.

Orson smirked. "M-Maybe one day we'll play that s-seven minute game and s-spin the bottle!"

Lyra stormed up to Orson to attack him. Orson squeaked and hid behind Galen. "Save me!" Galen placed his hand on Lyra's shoulder and squeezed it, making Lyra freeze in half stride. He gave a small nod towards Lyra and she nodded back. Orson began to feel somewhat pissed off by their silent communication. Why didn't he and Galen have that? Speaking of which, why hadn't Galen said anything yet?

Lyra took a step back. She then motioned for Orson to come forwards. Orson did so, but cautiously. However, he noticed Galen's smile had disappeared and he was glaring at Lyra, watching her every move. Lyra didn't notice it, since Galen was caught in her blind spot. She hovered her face near Orson's ear. "Orson," she said quietly. "Galen's not doing very well. He was in a speeder accident right after he was released from the hospital after the Ilum incident. Be gentle." Lyra then backed away and walked to where Quint was standing. The two left.

Orson wondered what that meant. Galen looked just fine except for the leg brace and cane. He shrugged and turned to see that Galen had calmed down, even though he still wasn't smiling yet. Maybe he was sad? Orson hurried over and hugged Galen again in an attempt to make him happy. "I have s-so many th-things we can do t-together. I made a ten page list over the s-summer." He wondered why Galen hadn't wrapped his arms around his body yet. "Wanna s-see it?"

Galen didn't reply. Orson wondered if Galen just wanted to be silent. Fine by him. The silence was nice. Maybe it made the scene more romantic, though according to all the romance movies he watched over the summer (he was searching for things to do with Galen) Orson was fairly sure most romantic scenes were filled with talking over each other and making out. Or maybe that was just the Titanic. "I love you, G-Galen."

Galen still said nothing. Orson began to worry Galen didn't love him anymore. Then he felt Galen's weight shift onto him and suddenly Galen was hugging him tightly and crying into his shoulder. Orson rocked him back and forth a little as he swallowed the lump in his throat. Something wasn't right. "Galen? Galen what's g-going on?"

The scientist remained silent and it concerned Orson greatly. With a heavy heart, Orson lead Galen to his bed and had him sit down. He took off the leg brace that was constraining Galen's joint movement. Then he kissed Galen's cheek. "It's okay. You're o-okay. I'm here, we're in a s-safe place. No ones g-going to hurt you. We can get s-some help if you need it, and... and food! Dad s-says food always s-solves everything, and s-sometimes it does!" The last remark made Galen laugh a little. Orson beamed. Maybe he could cheer Galen up!

The teen sat next to Galen. "What's your f-favorite food combination. I love vegemite on t-toast. But not j-just any toast! It has to b-b-be the homemade banana bread that M-Mom makes. Th-That always tastes SO GOOD!!" Galen was still partially crying but at least he had a smile. His sides were also trembling as he listened. Orson could hear the deep joyous rumble of snickering from Galen's throat. "I s-should bring some next time... no, you know what? I'll get L-Lyra to make some for me! Sh-She likes cooking pastries s-so banana bread s-shouldn't be t-too hard, thould it? Also, I watched this s-show called Death Note over the summer and-and I realized that I'm like this one character N-Near, you act like this g-guy named Mello—c-cause you're a mellow f-fellow anyway—and Lyra reminds me of someone n-named L Lawleit because of her p-pastry intake, which is funny because they both start with 'L'—am I c-confusing you with my r-r-rambling? I'm confusing myself."

Galen nodded. He then cupped Orson's chin and tipped the teen's chin up slightly so Orson's shiny sky blue eyes could meet with his deep, rich brown ones. For a moment, Orson could see sadness? Pain? Maybe a mix of both? in Galen's eyes. Then it disappeared as Galen drew closer. The next thing Orson knew, Galen's lips brushed against his, their faces less than a few centimeters apart. But Orson didn't want to be teased. He wrapped his arms around Galen's neck and pulled him into a loving kiss. He tangled his fingers through Galen's neatly combed hair. He felt shivers down his spine as Galen's shaky hands traced his spine. Orson had forgotten what it felt like to kiss someone like Galen and he never wanted it to end.

It was hardly half a minute before the burn in Orson's lungs became too strong that he had to pull away. His felt slightly lightheaded from the lack of oxygen. But it had been so amazing to lose himself into the kiss. Orson smiled at Galen, who briefly kissed the bridge of his nose where a small blush had crept across.

Then Galen reached down and squeezed the area just above Orson's kneecap. "AIIEEEEE!!" Orson screeched. "Don't do that!" Galen refused to listen, giving it another squeeze and causing the teen to burst into loud squeals. In less than a minute, Galen's fingers were finding all his ticklish spots while Orson was on the bed, kicking frantically, and begging for Galen to stop at the same time enjoying the sensation completely.
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When his duties subsided, Orson went down the hall and knocked on Galen's door. The scientist opened the door, a look of annoyance on his face. "Don't you have something else you can be doing?" Galen said coldly.

"I merely wanted to check in on you," Orson said just as coldly. Here, he was making sure Galen was okay, and this was his thank you?

Galen scowled. "I'm doing fine, Krennic. Leave me alone, please." He began to shut the door but Orson stopped it again.

The younger man pushed open the door and stormed in, seizing Galen's shoulders. "Don't you think you've got any power over me. I'm trying to do the right thing-"

"Yet how can I trust you do the right thing when you you cannot define peace and terror?" Galen shot back.

Orson was enraged. "Don't talk back like that! You have no power over me!"

"And yet I'm your senior!" The scientist reminded. "Your rank over me should have no power over me if we were to be in a relationship like what you want!"

How could Galen say such a thing like that!? Who was this man?! Orson raised his hand, his eyes bearing down on the side of Galen's face, where he intended to strike.

And then something flashed in front of him. Galen's eyes widened in shock as he realized what was about to happen. Suddenly Orson saw Lyra in front of him. She was backing up, her expression that if someone who is being punished. Orson saw the choice he was about to make and what effect it might have. With a tired sigh, he lowered his arm, released Galen, and stormed out of the room.
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Whoops. Dark ending there. What is going on between these two friends? We shall find out.

Hopefully I won't forget about this story again because I really want to keep writing it!

Please review anyway! And vote!