i don't remember who requested this and i am too busy to look again BUT today i am at Hollywood studios at wdw and omg ...

... i have had a pretty good day

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He had waited for this day for so long. You were in a cream colored dress, looking beautiful as you sat across from him, cross-legged on the floor. Your fingers drummed nervously on your kneecaps and you desperately tried not to gnaw on your glossy lips as you stared straight ahead at your husband.

He had married you only an hour ago, in a small, gorgeous temple on a tiny moon in the Outer Rim. As soon as the ceremony was over, the two of you walked hand-in-hand to the Razor Crest, where he would take the biggest step of his life. But even as he stared at the most beautiful sight he had ever seen in all his years, he couldn't find the strength to take the leap.

The silence was dragging on forever, deafening him completely. He could hear static in his mind, buzzing with anxiety as he thought more and more about removing his helmet in front of someone. Of removing his helmet in front of you, as loving as you are, and taking the risk of you not liking what you see. Taking the risk of revealing himself completely after he had grown so comfortable hiding away.

Your hand moved from your knee and brushed across his hand. "It's okay, Din. We can do this later."

"No." He flipped his hand over and grabbed your wrist gently. Overturning your hand, he trailed his gloveless fingers across your palm. "It's something I need to do now."

You smiled warmly. "Okay."

It shouldn't be that hard. All he had to do was lift the helmet off of his head and then it was over. Just one second and then all of it was out there on the table, and you could finally see him. You'd been dying to see him for so long. Patiently longing to see the face of the man you loved. And in return, he was dying to see you with his own eyes. Finally seeing you without anything in between his eyes and yours... it sounded so beautiful.

But he couldn't do it.

His fingers began to tremble and his vision disfigured. The beautiful sight of you sitting before him was changed and he couldn't focus. Not on your comfort, not on your love, not on anything. All he could think about was how wrong this felt. Everything was wrong. This was so beyond his comfort zone. In this unknown territory, he couldn't force himself to remove his helmet, as much as he wanted to do it for his sake and for yours.

He didn't realize that he was crying until you were moving, placing your hands on either side of his neck, hushing him with gentle whispers. "Din, hey. It's okay. You don't have to do this. Do you hear me? Breathe, my love. You don't have to do this. Just breathe with me."

Just breathe with you. He could do that. His hands grabbed your arms so tightly he wondered if it hurt you, but you smiled at him all brave and loving, your fingers cupping the underside of his helmet as you brought him closer to you. Your movements were slow and careful as you tried to soothe the anxiety rolling off of him. Only you knew how to take care of him like this. Only you knew to touch your forehead to his helmet like that, to tell him that you loved him, to hold him as lovingly as he always wanted. And as your soft fingers brushed on the exposed skin of his neck, right between his collar and the jawline of his helmet, his eyes fluttered shut.

"You do it," he whispered. The decision was fast and easy. As easy as breathing.

You hesitated. "Are you sure?"

"I want you to do it." His hands slid down the length of your arms, stopping to cup the back of your hands. He guided them to the sides of his helmet and pressed your fingers there. "I want you to be the one to do it. I am afraid, but I trust you."

You opened your mouth, closed it, and swallowed. "And you're sure, Din?"

"Yes," he breathed.

Your eyes surveyed him carefully, flickering from the visor of his helmet to the skin of his neck. You hooked your fingers on the underside of his helmet and nodded slowly. "Okay."

His hands did not leave yours as you lifted his helmet off. You did it slowly, and he might thought it to be a painful kind of slow, meant to torture him and fill him with anxiety, if he didn't know your heart. Your kind, sweet heart. You were the most perfect wife he could ask for. The care you felt for him was so deep that you wanted to give him the opportunity to stop you. To nudge your hands away. To yell for you to stop right there.

But he didn't. Your eyes followed the trail of his face, from his chin to his lips to his nose and finally, his eyes. You started to cry as you finally saw the beautiful eyes of the man you'd fallen in love with so long ago. The man you just made your husband. The eyes of the man that you loved more than anyone else in the galaxy. The helmet was completely off of his head now, and you were staring in absolute awe, struck to silence as you gently lowered the helmet to the floor next to him.

There were a thousand things you wanted to say to him. A thousand ways you wanted to tell him that you loved him. He was the prettiest person you'd ever seen in the entirety of the galaxy. You lifted your hands, nonverbally asking if you could touch him, and he nodded slowly, one slow, warm tear sliding down his cheek.

Your hands met his face very carefully, and his eyes fluttered shut again. The touch was so overwhelming and you didn't want to frighten him. You let your palms rest against the ghost of recently shaved facial hair and stroked your thumbs under the circles around his eyes. He smiled, close-lipped but completely content.

"Tell me what you're thinking," he requested softly.

"That you're probably the prettiest person in the galaxy," you said honestly. His eyebrows pulled together and he snorted. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine," he said. He opened his eyes slowly and surveyed your face. "Just worried about my wife. I'm afraid you haven't looked in enough mirrors, pretty girl."

You grinned and shook your head as he laughed. The sound was perfect and unaltered by the helmet, and you felt your heart fill to the brim with happiness and love. He was somehow everything you'd expected and yet nothing you'd expected all at the same time. He leaned in closer to you and put his hands on your face, mirroring the way you were holding him. His brown eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips.

"I've waited my entire life for this moment," he murmured softly.

"We've only known each other for three years, Din."

He shook his head. "An eternity separated me from you. From me and this moment with you. I promise I won't waste any other moments. Every single second of my life, as fleeting as it may seem, will be dedicated to you, Princess."

Your eyes were on his lips and you were leaning in. The moment was so beyond perfect, and the love you felt for each other was just so real, and your lips finally touched his and it was everything you could've asked for. It was messy and unsure and hesitant but at the same time it was brave and beautiful and soft and the entire moment was as warm as an ember. You loved Din. He loved you. The anxiety had completely slipped away and all that was left was this.

You pulled back, forehead against his, finally feeling warmth there instead of the icy cold touch of beskar. "I love you with everything in me."

"As do I." He lifted his head and pressed his lips to the center of your forehead. As his arms moved around you to pull you closer to him, he smiled. "I love you more than life itself."

And he would forever, until his time ran out and life faded away.