LINKDING

<blockquote>Chirrut threw his head back, as though Baze had issued a challenge. "I'll leave a mark on you some day," he said. It felt like a promise. Maybe a threat. "You're not a distraction. And it's not a passing fancy." He pointed at Baze – a piece of incivility Baze felt he hardly deserved. "You watch out. I'm going to prove it. The Force is with you, Baze." This was a perfectly conventional thing for one novitiate to say to another, by way of praise or encouragement. It was typical of Chirrut that he should have made it weird.   Chirrut pursues Baze. Kids at the Temple fic, spanning a period of 20 years.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Baze and Chirrut meet for the first time on an Imperial prison ship, a long way from home. 'You're not a doctor, are you.' 'I'm a monk,' said Chirrut, and patted him on the chest. 'So if you die from your wounds, I'll know what to do with your spirit.'</blockquote>

<blockquote>"Did you know I'm worth a quarter herd of bantha?” At Jyn’s sharp inhale, Baze said, without opening his eyes, “My husband is an unrepentant liar. He is barely worth one sick bantha, much less a healthy quarter herd.” In which Chirrut and Baze have spent more than half their lives together, and Chirrut likes to spin stories of how they were married.</blockquote>