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the-force-awakens · 1 year

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Two Birds, One Stone

Pairing: poe dameron/f!reader (no pronouns) Rating: explicit Word Count: 4.3k Warnings: smut (18+ only): fingering, oral (m receiving) unprotected piv, alcohol consumption (both parties are sober tho), friends to lovers, one night stand (or is it?) A/N: I have no idea why this concept burrowed into my head the way it did or how I ended up almost writing 5k of it but??? here we are.

You glance around the rec room - Snap and Karé making eyes at each other in the corner, Tallie and Paige already making out at another table - then back at Poe who is staring studiously ahead following his unintentional slip up that he's frustrated in a very particular kind of way, and wraps his lips around the bottle of coruscant cooler he bribed Yolo for.

And it's gotta be the sip you've taken of your drink that makes you blurt, out of the blue, "There's me.”

His entire frame goes carefully rigid, enough so that you almost want to take the words back — almost but not quite. Poe lowers his drink slowly, casting you a skeptical look. "What?”

You shift slightly, giving him a casual shrug. "I said there's me. I'm not under your command, no reason for you to feel guilty. And -” despite the brazen nature of your suggestion, you feel warmth climb up your neck to your face - "it's been a while for me too. Two birds, one stone. Well - one dick, I guess.”

His eyebrows had nearly shot up to his hairline, but they lower now, something shifting in his expression as he studies yours. "You're serious?”

At this, you can't help but feel a little offended and you don't bother disguising that as you reply, "No, I just decided to screw with you about screwing you - yes, I'm being serious.”

He snorts at that, pushes away his bottle and turns in his seat, looking around the room before his gaze lands back on yours, a gentle heat building in his eyes that makes you falter and wonder if you've made a terrible mistake in suggesting this. "You know how many people we're going to hear an 'I told you so' from if they find out?”

You grin, leaning forward and daring to place your hand high on his thigh, enough that Poe's breath audibly hitches. “Do you really care what they have to say if it means getting off tonight?”

"I - uh - nope," he lands on empathically, popping the 'p' as he slides off his bar stool, offering you his hand to help you down off yours. It's sweet and he's done it a million times - but now it makes your heart trip over itself. "You sure about this?”

You are, in the sense that you know you want this. But what you're not so sure about is if it's a good idea, when his sheepish smile and crinkled eyes alone give you butterflies. Knowing his body intimately like you've suggested seems like playing with fire.

"Yeah. You?” Because he hasn't actually said yet, though you know he wouldn't have budged if he hadn't made his mind up already - if it wasn't a yes, he'd still be at the bar.

"Surer than I've ever been," Poe replies with a crooked grin, squeezing your hand slightly and - yeah. This was a really fucking bad idea.

But you also really don't care.

You wonder if Poe can feel you watching him the entire walk back to his quarters. Nothing about the trek back seems significant yet at the same time incredibly surreal: you know where he keeps his flimsiplast blueprints of classic starfighter models hidden away for safe keeping, the name of that really naughty erotic romance novel he secretly loves even though the ending made him cry, you've curled up in his bed watching horror movies while he used you as a human shield and peering at the screen from behind your shoulder (which you found particularly endearing, considering how daring he is in every other facet of life, and also because it warms you from the inside out that he trusts you to protect him).

And now you're going to know what it's like to have him spread out against his mattress, flushed and panting underneath you. The thought sends desire zipping down your back so intense that for the first time since leaving the rec room, you drop your eyes away from Poe - something like guilt surfacing over the thick wave of arousal at the fantasy you've conjured. Is it really wrong to think about it when it's about to be a reality?

You're yanked out of your thoughts by the soft beeps of Poe punching in the code to his room - Leia's birthday - and the pneumatic hiss of the door sliding open. His smile is genuine and earnest as he motions you to go in first.

It's surprisingly clean, cleaner than it'd been the night before last when you'd unceremoniously dropped onto his bed complaining about Laszlo being a dick during your shift (though there was never a time when he wasn't a dick) — so you assume Poe must've found the time and energy to tidy this morning before his patrol, or BB-8 did. Speaking of which -

“Where's Bee?” You ask as Poe steps in after you, the door sliding close behind him. Though you don't turn around, you sense him moving closer - slowly, like he's either trying to work out his next move or if he's not sure when you're supposed to begin.

"He wanted to spend some time with the astromech pool,” Poe answers, giving in and lightly dragging his knuckles down the length of your bare arm, leaving gooseflesh in his wake. "Probably won't be back until later.”

"Lucky,” you breathe, heart rate picking up already because he's never touched you like this before. You were used to being touched by him because Poe was incredibly tactile and affectionate, but those had all been fleeting because despite his touchy nature, Poe didn't linger.

He's lingering now, though, stepping close enough you can nearly feel his chest against your back. He flexes his hand out, lets his palm slide back up as he replies, "Yeah, luck seems to be going around tonight.”

Ordinarily you'd have rolled your eyes - hell, the temptation to do it is so instinct you nearly do, but it's overpowered by how the sincerity of his voice makes you melt.

And melting is really not ideal. Neither is the way your traitorous knees already want to buckle just from this, from his close proximity that's still nowhere near close enough to sate you — either of you, really.

You turn slowly around, breath catching low in your chest as you finally get a glimpse of Poe's face, of the unmasked want darkening his features and his eyes, which unabashedly rake over your frame like he's been waiting for permission to do so for a while.

The thought that maybe he wants you almost as bad as you want him makes you clench your thighs together, and soothes some of the sting of the thought simmering in the back of your head which is that you want more than one night of this.

No, that's not quite it either.

You want this, you want - need - to know what it's like to have him inside you, to hear him moan your name, watch him unravel; you wouldn't take back your offer now and you're sure as hell not going to regret it later, not when Poe is looking down promisingly at you like that.

You want him in every single way you can have a person and it terrifies you because you've never felt like that for anyone — because sex has always just been a bit of fun for you, a way to stop thinking, to feel good.

But it already feels like so much more than that right now. You feel like by inviting yourself into his bed, you've cracked open your ribcage so that all the love you've been hiding can spill out.

"Can I kiss you?” Poe asks, deadly serious as he zeroes in on your mouth, before flicking up to meet your eyes - searching for any sign of hesitance.

"Please.” It comes out breathier and a little more desperate than you meant for, but you don't think you can wait any longer. And it seems like Poe's patience has run out as well, because he surges forward, pulling you flush against him as he cups your face, kisses you hard.

You open your mouth to him, groan when he slides his tongue in, when his blazing hot hand meets bare skin as your shirt lifts up when you go to wrap your arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer, your other hand sliding up his stubbled jaw — it prickles against your palm and you moan again, thinking of what it'd feel like against your thighs.

Poe nudges you forward, keeping you steady as he walks you backwards to his bunk - like you don't already have the layout to his room memorized, you're in it more than your own - and you're struck with three simultaneous realizations at once:

Poe Dameron was as good at kissing as he was flying

You probably could have done this without kissing him at all, kept this impersonal, kept some line in the sand of your relationship with him

You were about to have sex with your best friend.

And some-fucking-how the least terrifying on the list was the third one.

You break apart from each other slowly, exchanging a weighted look that's filled to the brim of unsaid things and emotions clawing their way to the surface like a drowning man desperate for air; Poe's cheeks are already flushed and when he shifts closer, you feel his hard length pressing against the seam of his trousers.

Taking a step back from him, you toe off your boots, immediately knocking them aside and out of the way with your ankle as Poe kicks his off. As he shucks his jacket off, you peel your shirt up and over your head — and are immediately rewarded with the sound of Poe inhaling sharply because you didn't wear a bra tonight.

You don't normally, the weight of the straps often giving you migraines, so you usually opt for tank tops underneath: you hadn't worn one tonight, hadn't made an effort to be remotely put together because your plans had involved having a drink with Poe and then crashing for the night after such a long day - which, technically speaking, nothing about that has changed.

You sit down on the edge of the mattress, which is a bad idea because it puts you at eye-level where his trousers are tented. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you're reaching for him, undoing his belt with nimble fingers.

"What are you - oh fuck -” Poe sucks in a sharp breath as you yank down his trousers and underwear in one quick motion, revealing his thick cock. It's curved up, towards his tummy, and already leaking precum.

You pull him closer, fingernails digging probably too harshly into his thighs. You glance up at him under your eyelashes, find him staring at you with dark, frantic eyes as his chest heaves. He's already unraveling and you've barely begun. The thought does very little to help the gathering dampness in your underwear, but it sure motivates you into returning your focus to the task at hand.

You don't immediately go for his dick though - instead you lean in, pressing your nose against the soft skin of his thigh, ghosting your lips across it and you're struck with the exigent need to mark him. Which shouldn't be on the table, it shouldn't. But the thought of leaving behind evidence of tonight on his body, one that he won't be able to ignore, that will remain for a day or two and that he'll have to look at in the shower or when he dresses or (hopefully) when he gets himself off — makes something thrash in self-satisfaction behind your ribcage.

Something that's immediately replaced with a wave of disappointment: you don't have any claim on him, even if you know him better than anyone else in the galaxy. Even if you're a little bit hopelessly in love with him.

So instead of pinching his skin between your teeth, you move further up to his neglected cock and lick a long, slow swipe up the underside of his shaft, which makes Poe gasp roughly, his head tipping back and exposing his throat.

Scratch that. You're completely and utterly gone for your best friend, no ‘little bit’ about it. Which, again, is not ideal so you shove the thought away angrily and take it out on Poe by swallowing him down.

What you can't take in your mouth, you wrap your fist around, jerking him off at the same time that you savor the weight and taste of him on your tongue, every groan and whimper that falls from his lips.

It doesn't feel like it's been long at all when his hips buck harshly into your mouth and you hear him swear, bitten off. He grabs your hair, pulling you off abruptly, his breathing erratic as he releases his grip on you, rubbing your skull apologetically with his thumb. "Not gonna last if you keep that up, maker fuck, you're good at that.”

"Oh, did you underestimate how good I'd be?” You retort, scooting backwards on the bed when Poe gestures for you to, giving him room to crawl in after you.

"No.” It's a surprisingly clipped answer, and there's a weight to it that gives you pause, trying to search his shadowed face for a deeper meaning because for once in his life, Poe isn't saying something.

But before you can ask another question, he's ducking in to kiss you again, slowly as he settles over you, gently pushing until you're supine on your back, his body covering yours as he braces himself on his elbow so as to keep his full weight off you (not that you'd really mind), while letting his hand slide down to your neck, his thumb settling in at the dip of your throat and maker fuck that shouldn't feel so good.

He wedges one thigh between your legs, grinding up and you nearly choke, whining his name against his lips - which has the delightful side effect of making Poe groan, bucking against you before having the audacity to pull his thigh back away from your core.

He tears his mouth away from yours, the hand that was around your throat sliding down your bare torso, stopping to thumb the underside of your nipple which has you arching up into his touch carelessly, eyelids fluttering shut so you miss his brief, pleased smile before he works his hand between your bodies.

Poe pushes aside your underwear, dipping one finger inside you to the knuckle, making you both moan. "Gods, you're wet,” he sounds like he can't believe it, even though you can both hear the slickness as he drags his finger slowly around. "All this just from getting me off, baby?”

The endearment falls off his lips easily and without thought but it makes you clench down around him subconsciously as your mind grapples with the fact that this is actually happening, that his calloused finger is pressing up against your slick walls.

The realization thuds around your brain like an echoing drum, intensifying when he slides another finger in. The stretch is slow, stings a little because it's been a while since anyone's fingers but yours were down there, and Poe's are decidedly thicker.

Longer too, evidently, because he's reaching a place that has sparks appearing behind your eyes, something sharp, full and hot building low in your stomach. You rock into his hand, nodding wordlessly as you try to chase your own high. "All for you," you hear yourself say, high-pitched and barely familiar to your own ears.

“All for - gods,” his voice breaks down into something nonsensical as his fingers slide deeper inside, grinding against your walls and crooking back towards himself in a way that leaves the entire world muffled around you, your mouth dropping when he leans back on his knees, using his other hand to give attention to your neglected clit. "All for me," he murmurs again, incredulous while you whine and squirm, openly admiring your wrecked expression. "You gonna come for me, too?”

The combination of being stuffed full of his fingers, his clever ministrations against your clit and his makerdamned voice is enough to — you're not even sure what happens. You cum but it's nothing like anything that's happened before: instead of crashing over the edge and losing temporary awareness of your body, it's like you've surfaced from the deepest part of the ocean and are sucking in greedy lung-fulls of air, no longer crushed down by the unforgiving current pressure.

Your whole body is trembling when Poe slowly removes his fingers, transfixed at the sight between your legs — before his eyes trail back to his fingers, which gleam in the low light with the thick evidence of your climax. He brings them up to his mouth, sucking away the residue: his eyes roll back like they do when his taste buds go alight with something you've baked together in the kitchens, an appreciative noise rumbling up his chest and going straight to your core as he drops his hand.

He seems wrought with indecision for a moment - you can tell by the way his brow furrows, his tongue darting out to swipe along his bottom lip that he's thinking, considering his options while situated between your thighs.

You're too impatient for that: you breathe out his name, reaching for him and it breaks his reverie. He's back over you in an instant, kissing you again, parts long enough to murmur, "You taste so good.”

His praise makes you groan, and you drag him down to kiss him again, fingernails scraping his scalp - which he seems to like by the way he jerks into you with a gasp, reminding you of just how badly want him inside you.

"Poe, come on -”

"Anyone ever tell you you're impatient?” Poe asks around a grin, but he obeys anyway (which makes your brain light up with interest), and strokes himself roughly, going to line up with your entrance.

You snarf at that. “Yeah, you have - repeatedly. Last I checked you weren't any better.”

He notches the head of his cock against you and your breath stalls, grip tightening in his hair as Poe slowly sinks in another few inches.

"I'm patient about - hnngh - some things,” he says, face pinched as he unexpectedly stops. He's not even halfway in yet and already you feel unbearably full. You can't imagine what it'll be like when he's in all the way. "The important things - those I'm - fuck you're soft and -”

He makes another wordless noise of appreciation, hands gripping your thighs so tightly that you know there will be bruises there later - and, oh, how that makes your stomach corkscrew with desire.

You exhale shakily, slacken your hold on his curls, try to summon the energy to speak, to help him breathe through it — he said it's been awhile since the last time he was with anyone, after all. “What are you patient about? Not the first cup of caf, I can tell you that.”

He huffs a noise that might be a laugh, moving just that much deeper inside of you. Poe's eyes are squinched shut, eyelashes long and dark against the tips of cheekbones. “I - this - been waitin' for this - been -” his sentence fades in a shared synchronized moan between the two of you as he sinks in fully, his cock disappearing inside of you.

If it's possible to be cock drunk instantly, you wonder if you aren't now, because everything feels heady and light as you adjust to the feel of him, his words bouncing around in your head but not quite sticking. You clench around him unintentionally and Poe swears, dropping his head to your shoulder.

Belatedly, you realize he's still rambling — you open your mouth to start to interrupt, tell him he can move now, when he says, "This is so better than I imagined it'd be, you feel so good, you -”

He stops abruptly, going as carefully still as he had in the rec room, this time because he can feel you tense beneath him. Slowly, Poe lifts his head up from your shoulder, dark brown eyes flicking between yours panickedly, "It - I just - I meant -”

You press your finger to his lips, stopping him from going on another spiel and - for good measure - you let your other hand slide around the curve of his back to keep him in place, in case he gets the idea of pulling out of you following his unintentional bombshell.

"It's better than I thought it'd be too,” you tell him softly, trailing your fingertip down his kiss-swollen lips as your heart pounds. You know Poe better than anyone, better than yourself, yet there's still a seed of anxiety sprouting in the back of your mind that you're misunderstanding him, that he did just mean it's better than he thought it would be back at the bar.

You ignore it, forging ahead to confess, "I just wish it was for more than one night.”

Poe pushes up on his elbow in surprise. The sudden movement tips the angle of your hips, so that he pushes in even deeper, the tip of him hitting some sweet spot that has your stomach flipping.

It also means that his face is caught between pleasure and revelation, which is a funny mix but it just softens his countenance to the point that affection swells up your throat: you love him so much that it isn't fair.

"Doesn't have to be if you don't want it to,” Poe says, shyness creeping into his voice. It's rare, hearing that from him - you're so used to his confidence that the absence of it is so stark and surreal you nearly forget how you ended up in this conversation.

"I want every night with you, every morning. I want you. Not just like this - though, this is -” experimentally, you lift yourself up, grinding into him and making you both groan - "good, this is really fucking good. I want…want you. All of you.”

You don't realize you've closed your eyes until Poe taps you lightly on your sternum: when you blink them back open, he's smiling softer than you've ever seen him. “You have me, you've had me for a long time. Maker, I've wanted you so bad -” he laughs, rakes his free hand through his hair - "didn't expect to tell you like this though.”

And you can't help but laugh too, because everything is backwards and completely perfect too. You hitch your leg up around his hip, pressing the heel off your foot against the small of his back, opening yourself up to him. “Somehow I can't imagine it happening any other way…but do you think we could reconvene on laughing at how ridiculous we are later and get back to the fucking now?”

"Yeah, I can do that.” Poe leans back down, grinning broadly as his lips find yours, kissing you long and slow as he finally pulls out, thrusting back in with a lazy grind, letting you feel every vein and ridge of his cock drag against your walls.

"Oh - just like that - more -” you break off as Poe tilts his head, licking into your mouth, tongue slick against yours as he snakes one hand between your bodies to thumb at your clit while he continues his devastating slow pace.

Slow but hard, snapping up into you just like you want, adding just enough force at the apex of each thrust that you see stars, electricity zipping up your spine as the throbbing between your legs crests —

Your thighs tense around Poe as you come, his name a jagged noise on your tongue as you cling to him through the haze, trying to catch your breath even as Poe continues to rut into you, desperate for his own release.

He's well beyond words now, reduced to grunts and the occasional whimper, clutching your knee - rubbing the bump of bone absently with his thumb, even as he chases his own high.

Eager to help him get there, you slide your hands back into his hair like he seemed to like earlier, tugging on his curls as you lean in and knock your mouths together in a messy kiss, trying to meet his thrusts with your own, clenching weakly around him.

It's when you tug on his bottom lip that Poe finally comes, spilling inside of you for what feels simultaneously like lightyears and mere seconds, dropping his head against the curve of your neck as he lets go of your leg so you can straighten it out finally.

He doesn't pull out immediately and you're glad, gladder still when Poe wedges his arms around your back, drawing you closer - kisses your sweaty skin at your collarbone. The kind of sleepy, thoughtless affection you've been dreaming of for years.

Eventually after a while of luxuriating in the honey-like bliss that's enveloped you both as you come down from your respective highs, Poe perches his chin in the valley of your breasts, which makes the juxtaposition of his serious face all the stranger as he studies you. "I love you - is that okay?”

There's a million and one ways you've imagined him saying those three words to you, and a million and one ways you've imagined responding to them.

In this one, you knock your knee against his ribs, grinning crookedly when you reply, “Only if it's okay that I love you too,” before tugging him up to kiss his smiling mouth again - because you can.

And not just tonight. You'll get to kiss him in the morning when you wake up together, still entwined together, and again before his next patrol; you get to have him not for just one night, but for every night, as long as you both want.

You wrap your arms around him, hugging his warm body to your own as sleep begins to pull you both under, his weight a comfortable pressure against you, leaving you utterly content.

This, you decide sleepily, was single handedly the best idea you've ever had.

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crispycrunchyyummers · 6 months

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Introvert and Extrovert - A Ranpoe fanfic

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Ranpo wasn’t really one for parties, especially parties that weren’t celebrating him. But when Poe invited Ranpo as a plus one, he said yes. Not out of the kindness of his heart or in any interest in the party itself, but the moment Poe mentioned the party was being thrown by a renowned baker who would be showing off his delicious delicacies and frosted pastries, Ranpo’s interest was piqued. Now Ranpo stands in front of his mirror adjusting his bow tie as he waits for Poe to pick him up. Poe told him to dress formally since this was more of a ball than a party, but truthfully Ranpo didn’t care. He was already gracing them with his presence so they should just be satisfied with him wearing anything he wants.

He gives himself a quick check in the mirror. A pair of dark gray dress pants with a messily tucked white button-up shirt. A black coat thrown on his shoulder in case he gets cold or, more importantly, has the chance to take some of the treats home with him. He looked good, as always.

As he’s giving himself a once over, he hears a knock at the door, Poe must be here. He makes his way to the door and opens it, revealing the taller, slender man, his hair ruffled and messy as usual. He was wearing a fancy suit set, dark brown suit pants, a white button up shirt underneath a light brown vest with an overlaying black wool coat. And of course, Karl, his pet raccoon sitting on his shoulder as if it were a pedestal.

“Poe-kun! Finally you arrived, I thought you’d chickened out.” Ranpo says teasingly as he grabs his coat and steps out of his apartment. “Ranpo-kun, did I forget to tell you the dress was meant to be formal..?” Poe asks hesitantly. “You told me, but I don’t really care about dressing nicely.” Ranpo replies with a shrug. Poe nods and adds quickly, “You look very nice regardless Ranpo-kun.” “Of course I do, you look pretty good too. Should we get going now? Those sweets are calling my name.” Ranpo says, practically drooling at the thought of the treats awaiting him. Poe blushes slightly and nods. “Of course, let’s go now.”

They soon arrive at the party, taking in the scene around them. A giant ballroom filled with nicely dressed people, standing in groups and taking part in idle chatter. An orchestra plays elegant classical music that echoes through the wide open ballroom. On the high, arched ceilings hung multiple complicated looking chandeliers, illuminating the room. For a split moment Ranpo and Poe were overtaken by the astonishing ballroom, Ranpo marveling at the amount of money these people must have and Poe panicking over how many people there are. But as soon as the moment came, it passed for Ranpo as his attention was drawn to the giant tables spread with different deserts. Cakes, pastries, cupcakes, macaroons, truffles and many, many more.

Ranpo Immediately started to make his way to the table while Poe anxiously followed behind him. He happily started to check out the deserts, scoping out which one he was going to eat first, not caring for introductions. Poe stood near him, looking around aimlessly until someone came up to them.

“Ah Poe-kun, I see you made it. Nice to see you again, is this your plus one?” The man asks, checking Ranpo out as he turns around, his first victim already in his mouth, a small, blue, macaron that tastes somewhat like blueberries. “Yes, this is Ranpo Edogawa-” “The great detective! Ah yes, I am aware of your talent. My name is Castiel Sefton. I am the host of this party. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Castiel says, offering his hand to Ranpo, who just looks at him blankly for a moment. “So, are you the one who made these sweets?” He asks bluntly. Castiel laughs and shakes his head a bit. “No, I am merely the host of the chef's party.” “Oh, I see. Where is he?” Ranpo asks, completely ignoring the prior conversation Castiel was trying to initiate. “Ranpo-kun! You should be kind to Sefton-kun, he is the host after all. I’m sure he-” “No no, it’s alright. I can show you to the chef if you're interested.” Castiel says to Ranpo, interrupting Poe yet again. Ranpo nods, this could be his chance to get more treats, or a lifetime of treats at that. “Perfect, right this way.” Castiel says, guiding Ranpo into the large crowd, Poe following silently behind.

Before Poe knows it, everyone becomes engrossed in some topic, leaving Poe completely out of the conversation. He tries to add in a few things here and there but either no one hears him, or no one cares…

He tries standing close to Ranpo in order to feel like he’s with someone or a part of something safe and familiar, that is the whole reason he invited Ranpo in the first place. But soon enough, as always, Poe fades into the background. He starts to feel overwhelmed and decides to slip away for a while, finding his way to a lonely hallway. Just him and Karl, as these events usually end for him.

Meanwhile in the ballroom, Ranpo is becoming bored of the conversations. All the people here were talking about boring things that Ranpo doesn’t really care about. And on top of that he’s not even able to eat because they won't shut up. That’s when Ranpo notices Poe and Karl are missing. He must have left to get some fresh air. Ranpo manages to slip away from the conversation to wander through the house, looking for Poe and Karl. Soon he ends up finding the man sitting alone, petting Karls head as stares off into the distance, most likely deep in thought as he usually is.

“Poe-kun! There you are!” Ranpo says, hurting over to Poe and plops down next to him on the seat. “What are you doing out here?” “Ah, Ranpo-kun, I was just thinking. What are you doing out here?” Poe asks, looking around for the crowd Ranpo was originally with. “I got bored, they all talk about stupid things and don’t even eat all the delicious food that’s just layed out.” Ranpo huffs, then he glances at Poe. “Why are you really out here?” Poe laughs gently with a semi-nervous air. “I should have guessed the world’s greatest detective would see through my disguise…” He hesitates for a moment. “I envy you Ranpo-kun.. You speak so easily, and people listen to you. I’m not good with words like you are.” Ranpo tilts his head. “What are you talking about Poe? You write amazing words in your stories.” If Poe weren't so sad, he would have blushed. “I mean when it comes to talking. I can write about many things, but talking isn’t as easy for me. I wanted you to come with me to this party so I wouldn’t be alone. You always make me feel welcome and heard, I thought that if I brought you here with me I wouldn’t end up here tonight…” he says softly, becoming vulnerable as he expresses himself to his rival. Ranpo was silent for a long while, perhaps trying to decipher logic from emotion as he listened to Poe’s confession. After an eternity, he suddenly puts his arm around Poe. “Eh, these parties are always overrated, you don’t need ‘em.” The detective says, flashing the writer a smile. “I say we grab as many sweets as we can and get out of here. We can go watch a movie or something. Just anything better than this”. A smile spreads across Poe’s face as a bit of blush rises to his cheeks. He nods and smiles at Ranpo. “That sounds like a splendid idea, Ranpo-kun!”

They quickly go back into the ballroom and snag as many sweets as they can, Ranpos coat coming in handy as he predicted. They go to Poe house to find an interesting movie to watch. “Ah, this is much better than that boring party. I’d much rather spend my time with you like this Poe-kun.” Ranpo admits after all his treats are gone, down in his now happy stomach, and the movie near over. “Thank you Ranpo-kun. Tonight has ended much better than it usually does for me.” Poe says with a smile, Ranpo smiles at him and pats his back. “No problem buddy, I gotta watch out for my rival.” Ranpo says with a wink.

And so Ranpo and Poe end their night with full stomachs and happy hearts.

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Does Poe have social anxiety? Is he just introverted? Who knows

Also don’t ask me what the hell “Castiel Sefton” is I got it off of a random name generator 💀

I hope you enjoyed regardless~

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yelena-bellova · 3 years

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Don’t Be Afraid: Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader - Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty: Party on Pasaana

Plot: Poe, Y/n, Finn, Rey and the rest of the gang journey to Pasaana to try and find the Wayfinder.

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Warnings: none really

Word Count: 6.8k

A/N: I’M BACK! This is by no means my best or favorite chapter but it moves the story along and boy, is there a lot coming...Hopefully you’ve stuck around this long and if not, I’m not offended. Hope you enjoy!

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Despite the fact that I’d spent my day fixing the Falcon, me and Chewie still ran every diagnostic possible on it before even thinking about taking her up. She was too temperamental to be treated any differently.

“You know I love flying with you, but don’t feel like you’re obligated to come with, Chew,” I said, closing up the last panel on the underside of the ship, “This one isn’t going to be a simple supply run.”

Chewie groaned in protest at my offer to let him stay on base, reminding me of the promise he’d made to Dad. That he’d protect me and he didn’t intend to stop doing that anytime soon.

I conceded to the Wookiee and emerged from underneath the Falcon. I found Rey finishing her repairs as Poe stood nearby, patting her on the arm, “We’re going with you. Chewie, you get that compressor fixed?” “No, I did,” I answered, dusting off my hands on my pants. The two of us still hadn’t spoken since our fight earlier in the day. “What do you mean you’re coming with us?” Poe separated from Rey, revealing Finn and the droids behind him, and led me to the side of the Falcon. He kept space between us, probably because he didn’t know where we stood after our fight.

“Do you honestly think we’d let you guys take this on by yourselves?” he asked.

“Poe,” I shook my head, “Rey and I don’t even know what we’re walking into, I don’t want to throw you guys in the line of danger.” “So it’s too dangerous for me to risk my life but not you?” he asked with raised brows, wedging me between a metaphorical rock and a hard place, “Y/n, we’re a team. If one of us goes, we all go.” I hung my head in frustration, these were the type of situations that I hated the most. I couldn’t protect everyone, that had been made clear, and I certainly couldn’t justify to Poe why it was okay for me to charge headfirst into a fight but not him. Though I’d try every time, even if it was bound to end in failure.

“Fine,” I relented, shrugging and letting my hands fall against my legs, “But I’m flying us there.”

“Understood,” Poe agreed, pulling a corner of his lip up in an almost smile, “I am sorry about today, y’know…It was stupid of me not to think about how much the Falcon means to you.” “Me too,” I sighed, remembering all the harsh words we had flung at one another in contrast to the white flags me were now waving. This wasn’t the first makeup we’d had lately. Not by a long shot. Poe and I had been fighting more than usual, tensions were high with all that was going on and our relationship wasn’t escaping un-scorched. There was never any doubt as to whether or not we still loved each other, but we needed to find better ways of dealing with our stress rather than taking it out on each other. “Chewie told me there was only one escape route and you took it. You guys coming back alive is more important than anything else.”

Where there should have been a kiss or intertwined fingers, there was only silence and our best attempts to smile. There was so much lying underneath the surface that we didn’t ever have time to deal with.

“I wish you’d tell me.” I tried my hardest not to look phased, “Tell you what?” Poe swallowed as he stared into my eyes, “Whatever it is you’re keeping from me.” Every hair on my body stood to attention and fear shot through my veins. I knew he’d become suspicious of me but we hadn’t addressed it out loud before. Once the words of distrust hit the air, it became a true issue. The bottom line of it all was if Poe knew I had been in contact with Ren, he would never trust me with anything ever again.

My tongue peeked out to wet my lips as I nervously shifted my weight to my other foot, “I need you to trust me that what I’m doing, I’m doing for the good of the Resistance.�� “We don’t keep secrets from each other, Y/n,” he shook his head and placed his hands on his hips, “That’s not us.” “You wouldn’t understand it, it’s Jedi stuff.” He bit his lip and nodded sarcastically, “Oh, so because I’m not a Jedi, my little average brain couldn’t possibly understand whatever problem you’ve got? Thanks for clearing that up.” “Poe,” I took a step and reached out to grab his forearm, “I didn’t mean it like that. Just please trust me. Everything I do, I do it to keep us safe.” I watched the emotions flicker in his eyes, changing from confusion to anger to desperation to hurt. The thought of confessing to him came through my mind at least ten times a day, but it wasn’t possible. Selfishly, I didn’t want to watch him learn of my betrayal. He would never look at me the same way and I wasn’t ready to lose that.

“I trust you more than anyone,” he finally said, stiffening his voice to hide his emotions, “I just wish you felt the same way about me.” He shrugged out of my hand’s hold and made his way up the ship’s ramp. I chewed on my bottom lip and leaned my forehead against one of the Falcon’s legs. There was nobody on any planet in any galaxy who I trusted more than Poe. He was the best thing that had ever happened to me and the fact that he was beginning to doubt my trust in him was a sucker punch. This time he wasn’t at fault, he only wanted to help me shoulder the burden. But there was nothing he could do to aid in the mental torture I was inflicting on myself.

I turned on my heels to go find my mother but froze at the sight of her and Rey locked in an embrace. I could sense the sadness in Rey that came with leaving her, the only mother figure she could remember having. Watching as she turned away, clipping Uncle Luke’s lightsaber to her belt, I took my cue to say my farewell.

“We’ll check in when we can, if we can,” I stated, partially as a commander but also a daughter to her worried mom, “Who knows, maybe we’ll be back in time for dinner.” A lame attempt at humor, yes, but there was nothing I wouldn’t do to try and make her smile in the most concerning of hours. “Look out for each other, don’t take too many risks,” she instructed, taking my hand in hers, “And come back in one piece.” There was some feeling in the air that I couldn’t put a name to, but it was there nonetheless. I never liked leaving Mom but with the stakes as high as they were, I felt a new sense of dread. I wasn’t immune to fear of losing my life and the reality of something happening to me and leaving her on her own caused a new urgency inside me to come back alive.

“I love you,” I whispered, squeezing her hands tight as tears began to fill my eyes, “So much.” “My darling,” I could hear the emotion in her voice that she was pushing down, “You are the greatest love I could have ever asked for.”

There wasn’t much more that could be said as I bent down to hug her, there was so much meaning inside our few words. We’d survived for a year as a family of two, something we were never meant to do, but we’d somehow done it. Mom’s health had begun to worsen with her age, but the incident on the Raddus had forced what was natural to happen prematurely. She got tired quicker, she required a cane sometimes and needed my help more often, though she always tried to avoid asking. I didn’t think it possible but we’d somehow grown closer in the last year, which made it all the more important that the mission go right and I return safely.

She whispered against my ear, “May the force be with you.” I pulled back with a watery smile, “We’re gonna need it.” With a kiss to her cheek, I forced myself to head back to the ship with a deep pain in my chest. It felt like I was tied to both the Falcon and Mom, the more distance I put between her and I, the more I began to hurt. It lit yet another flame of determination inside me to come back victorious.

Rey had waited for me outside the Falcon, attempting to act like she hadn’t witnessed the tender moment. The two of us shared a hopeful smile before we walked up the ramp together. When we arrived in the cockpit, it was apparent that it was going to be a tight fit. Rey moved to take the empty co-pilot’s chair with Chewie standing in the back, waiting to be called to action. Poe and I didn’t bother to make eye contact choosing instead to bury our pain for a later date. I gave Finn a good natured slap on the shoulder before sinking into the captain’s chair. I’d flown the Falcon hundreds of times by now and yet each time I took the controls, I felt like a child way out of their depth. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, there was no time to waste on fear. All that mattered was the mission.

“Next stop,” I narrated as I readied myself to lift the ship off the ground, “Pasaana…” ————

“You sure this is it?” Poe asked from the front of our group.

“I followed the coordinates perfectly,” I panted, already missing the jungle heat as opposed to Pasaana’s dry kind, “Right, 3PO?”

“Mistress Y/n is correct, these are the exact coordinates that Master Luke left behind.” We rounded the bend of the hill we’d climbed to find the least likely scenario on a planet we’d thought remote; a party.

“What is this?”

“The Aki-Aki Festival of the Ancestors,” 3PO explained, “This celebration occurs only once every 42 years.” “Well, that’s lucky,” Finn commented from beside me.

“Lucky indeed, this festival is known for both its colorful kites and its delectable sweets.” Under normal circumstances, I have had all the patience in the world with the droid I’d spent my whole life around. But now, overlooking the obstacle that would make it harder to find the Wayfinder and ultimately save the galaxy, I joined my friends in staring him down. “3PO, read the room.” “Let’s get down there,” Poe directed with a thumb tucked into his holster, “This is gonna take way longer than it should.” Having spent the better part of my life traveling, I loved getting to immerse myself in different planet’s cultures. It was one of the reasons my diplomatic skills were so highly tuned, I knew how to connect with all different types of people. So there was a small part of me, though stressed, that made a note to take in the sounds of the Aki-Aki’s chants and the array of colors in the crowd. I wasn’t the only one interested in the details either…

“I’ve never seen anything like this,” a wide eyed Rey commented as Finn and Poe passed us by.

“I’ve never seen so few Wayfinders,” Finn retorted.

“Take in what you can, we won’t be back for another 42 years,” I bumped Rey with my hip before following our group.

“There’s always random First Order patrols in crowds like these, so, keep your heads down,” Poe turned to look back at us, zeroing in on the only one tall enough to stick out, “Chewie. Let’s split up, see what the locals know.”

Rey was too taken by her surroundings to fully register what Poe was saying and Finn had gone with my boyfriend, leaving me to follow along with them. As soon as I did, Poe turned to me, “What are you doing?” “…Coming with you?” “We’ve gotta cover as much ground as possible,” he gestured over towards a grouping of tents, “Try talking to some of the traders, see if they know anything.” Thinning my eyes at him in shock that we were on a mission and Poe didn’t want me with him, I decided that now wasn’t the time to fight back. “Fine, Bee,” I called to my boyfriend’s droid hovering near Rey, “You’re with me.” The two of us made our way through a couple vendor’s booths, unsuccessful in getting any information about the location of the Wayfinder. I didn’t even have to do much talking with them, my senses could tell me whether or not my question brought up any memories. Which was good for me because I wasn’t in the mood to do a lot of chit chatting. Bee must have picked up on my silent frustration because he nudged me in my calf, urging me to talk. “He could have said it about ten other ways,” I vented, “But instead he had to make it sound like I was doing something wrong by going with them.” You know how he can be when he’s stressed. “I’m stressed too,” I cried, gesturing to my chest, “And maybe I wanted to go with him because I feel a little less worried when I’m with him. It’s never mattered what’s going on, we’ve always partnered together on missions. Clearly he doesn’t need me this time.” Didn’t you two have a fight before we left? Do you think it has something to do with that? I sighed defeatedly, “Probably…Or the fight we had earlier today, or the one we had just before he left a few days ago…” There was no shortage of examples I could have given as to why Poe didn’t want to be around me. “Things aren’t great between us right now.”

Maybe you should talk to him about it.

“Not right now, Bee. There’s bigger things at hand then Poe and I fighting. Nobody here knows anything, let’s go find the others.” When we made it back, Finn and Poe were engrossed in a conversation with an Aki-Aki. He turned his focus to me, “Got anything?” “I’d probably be a little more enthusiastic if I did, Dameron,” I remarked, taking a spot across from him instead of next to.

He looked between me and Finn, who was trying to remain focused on the Aki-Aki in question, “Whoa, what’s going on?”

The saddest part of why I was angry was the heart of the matter, Poe and I weren’t functioning like the inseparable couple we’d been for the last year. We were functioning like soldiers, ones who bickered at any chance we were given. And while I wanted nothing more than to talk to him about how I felt and ask him when things had gotten like this, not even love could come before war. I looked up at him, the frustration and hurt clearly painted clearly across my face, “Nothing that matters right now, I’m gonna go question some others but don’t worry, I’ll do it by myself.”

Just as Poe was opening his mouth to reply and I was ready to turn away, Rey came running in our direction. “We have to go. Back to the Falcon, now,” she ordered.

“Why?” Finn asked. “It’s Ren.”

Despite the anxiety running through my veins, I took a contradictory step forward. “He’s here?”

“He’s on his way,” Rey answered, her eyes wide and locked with mine.

“Then let’s get the hell out of here,” Poe began tracing our path back to the Falcon with his eyes, “It’s back this way.”

We ran through the festival with our heads on a swivel, until Poe shot his arm out as a barrier when we came face to face with a stormtrooper. “Freeze! Hold it right there. I’ve located the Resistance fugitives, all units report-“ A dart whizzed past us and landed perfectly in the trooper’s eye. We turned to see a figure holding a crossbow standing behind one of the tents, dressed in robes and his face covered with a helmet. “Follow me.”

With no other options in sight, we trusted in our mysterious savior and followed him. We climbed into his vehicle slowly rolling through the festival. “Leia sent me a transmission,” his modulated voice said before speaking in an alien language to the driver. “Okay, how’d you find us?” Finn asked what we were all thinking. The man reached to take his helmet off and I was greeted by a face I hadn’t seen in years. He grinned, “Wookiees stand out in a crowd.” “Lando!”

Chewie moaned his excitement at seeing his old friend and shoved his way past us all to hug him. “It’s good to see you too, old buddy,” he laughed before turning to me, “Look at you, the princess is all grown up.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and breathed for the first time all day, “I can’t believe you’re here.” “This is General Lando Calrissian,” 3PO said from behind us.

“We know who he is, 3PO,” Rey gently admonished.

“It is an honor, General,” Finn said, a big smile gracing his face. “General Calrissian,” Poe spoke up, “We’re looking for Exegol.”

Lando looked between our crew before centering on me, “Of course she’d send you.” I scrunched up my nose and tilted my head, “I didn’t give her much of a choice.” He shook his head with laughter, “You’re her daughter alright…” he flicked his wristlet on and a holo of a Wayfinder appeared, “Only two were made.” “A Sith Wayfinder,” Rey said, “Luke Skywalker came here to find one.” “I know,” Lando chuckled, “I was with him, Luke and I were tailing an old Jedi hunter,” he changed the image on his holo to a creature, “Ochi of Bestoon. He was carrying a clue that could lead to a Wayfinder. We followed his ship halfway across the galaxy here. When we got to his ship, it was abandoned. No clue, no Wayfinder.” “Is the ship still here?” I asked.

“It’s out in the desert where he left it.” “We need to get there, search it again,” Rey suggested.

My posture straightened as the sound of ship engines filled my ears. I peered out a window to see a small bunch of First Order ships flying towards the festival grounds.

“I got a bad feeling about this,” Lando muttered before turning to us, “Ochi’s ship is out past Lurch Canyon. Go!” “Thank you, General,” Poe said before beginning to help each of us out of the crawler.

Chewie moaned his happiness at seeing Lando again, something he reciprocated. Before taking Poe’s extended hand, I quickly embraced my non-biological uncle. “We’re on Ajan Kloss, come join us. We need pilots.” “My flying days are long gone,” he gently declined before taking my hands into his, “But do me a favor, give your mother my love.”

“I will, as long as you consider coming,” I said before kissing his cheek and allowing Poe to help me out. My heart ached to walk away from another member of my family…

“Can’t believe I never put it together that you’re a princess.” Poe said from beside me as we sprinted through the desert. I was hoping no one had noticed Lando’s long standing nickname for me.

“Of a planet that ceased to exist long before I was born,” I panted, “I don’t think that counts for much.” “Doesn’t matter, I’m still going to call you Your Highness,” Finn called from ahead. “There,” Poe pointed, “Those speeders,” he tossed his gloves off, slid beneath the vehicles and began hot-wiring the vehicles. The yelling of a group of Aki-Aki, presumably the owners of the speeders, made him hurry through his work. “We gotta go!”

Finn, Poe and 3PO hopped into one while Rey, Bee, Chewie and I crowded into the other. I didn’t have time to look back as I began steering but I could sense that Poe was surprised that I didn’t come with him. The urge to turn around and yell at him for the exact same thing that had happened moments before was strong, but once again not our highest priority. What was important was the stormtroopers tailing us. Rey took over on offense while I piloted us, it wasn’t until her cry of my name that I turned around. The troopers were flying through the air using jetpacks, something none of us had ever seen.

“I can’t get a clear shot!” Rey yelled.

“Switch with me!”

She continued firing her blaster as she moved to the front of the speeder where I let her take the wheel. I ducked down next to Bee and calculated what angle I needed them to be at for my plan to work.

I’ve got an idea. “Bee, not now,” I shouted over the engine, turning back to the problem at hand. Ignoring my ignoring him, Bee began tapping away at a stray canister in front of us until it shot up into the air. A yellow explosion burst from the canister in front of the stormtroopers. When one emerged from the cloud, his disoriented driving sent him off a ramp like cluster of rocks. Rey turned and took a perfect shot, the trooper’s speeder exploding in the air.

“Never underestimate a droid,” she grinned.

“He’s doing my work for me!” I replied, standing back up and nudging Bee, “Now where’s Poe and Finn?” “Y/n, look,” I joined Rey at the front of the speeder, “Ochi’s ship.”

Parked atop a large structure of rocks was a modest craft that hopefully contained the answers we needed.

Rey’s face turned serious, “I’ve seen that ship before.”

“Y/n! Rey!”

I whipped around to see Poe and Finn’s speeder flying up behind us, “You get all of them?”

As I inhaled to answer triumphantly, the speeder was thrown forward and us with it. We flew through the air before landing roughly in a pile of dark sand, the screams of the rest of our group following directly after. I rolled over with a groan and looked up to see one last trooper whizzing through the air. Finally getting to go through with my original plan, I got to my knees and raised one of my hands, force pushing him into one of the cliffs.

“So they fly now,” I exhaled, falling back on my heels. As soon as my full weight landed in the sand, it began collapsing into itself.

“What the hell is this?” Poe exclaimed, I looked over to see the same sensation happening to him.

“Sinking field,” Rey cried, “Try to grab something!”

I struggled against the pull of the field to try and reach a piece of our smoking speeder, but my torso was already below the surface making it nearly impossible. I had landed somewhat near Poe and tried to wriggle my way to where he was, him already doing the same. I stretched my arm out as far as it could and barely brushed his fingers when his head dipped down below the surface. “Y/n!” he called out just as I lost sight of him. “No!” I yelled, throwing my arm into the pit and fishing around to try and grab him. “Rey, Y/n,” Finn said frantically, “I never told you tha-“ he disappeared into the black sand, lost to us. “What? Finn!” Rey called, it was the last thing I heard below my body was pulled under fully.

What followed was pure darkness, I kept my eyes squeezed shut as to not get anything in my eyes. In a flash of panic, I flailed about and tried to swim upwards back to the surface for a breath of air. All I could do was struggle and pray that I met the bottom, I didn’t want to die in a pit of sand. After a few seconds, I crashed through something hard and my back hit open air. I fell to the ground with a groan, Bee’s beeps and squeals a homing beacon in the dark. “Poe,” I sat up, feeling around the dimly lit cave for him, “Poe…” “I’m here,” he replied, I could barely make out his silhouette as he crawled on his knees to me. His gloved hand wrapped around my arm, making his close presence known, “Are you okay?” In a rare moment of tenderness, something we hadn’t felt in a long time, I reached up and laced my hand through his curls bringing his forehead down to meet mine. “Where’s everybody else?” Poe pulled me to my feet and unsheathed his flashlight, “Rey! Finn!”

“You didn’t say my name, sir, but I’m alright,” 3PO said, coming in from the other side of the cave.

The sand seeping out of the ceiling of the cave followed by loud grunts sent Poe and I bolting towards it just in time for him to catch Rey and ease her down to the ground. “You all right?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she mumbled, “Where’s Finn?” “Where’s Chewie?” I asked, rotating my head rapidly to try and get a full scope of the cave. On cue, Chewie dropped harshly from the ceiling with a moan, I ran over to him and helped him sit up.

Finn climbed out of a hole behind us, “I’m good. What is this place?” He stumbled towards us, the four of us huddled together for a relieved reunion.

Poe had one hand on Finn’s shoulder and one clutching my waist, he pressed a quick peck to my temple. “I thought we were goners,” he panted, I savored the feeling of being close to him even if it had taken thinking we were going to die to get there.

“Which way out?” Finn asked.

I squinted as I looked at our surroundings, “Can’t see a thing.” One step ahead of me, Rey unclipped her lightsaber from her belt and ignited it, lighting our path. Poe stepped forward as well, clicking his inferior flashlight on as if it would make a difference next to the luminous weapon. Shaking my head at my boyfriend, I ignited my own saber and followed Rey, “We need to hurry if Ren’s on his way. “So what was it?” Rey asked as Finn joined us.

“What?” he replied confusedly.

“What you were gonna tell Y/n and I?” A beat passed, “When?” “When you were sinking in the sand, you said ‘I never told you…’” Rey spelled it out for him.

He inched closer to the two of us and lowered his voice, “I’ll tell you later.” “You mean when Poe’s not here?” the man in question asked from behind us, staring Finn down as he squeezed between the three of us.

“Yeah,” Finn replied confidently.

“We’re gonna die in sand burrows and we’re all keeping secrets?” Poe deliberately turned his head to look at me when he hit the word ‘secrets,’ a wave of guilt washing over me.

“I’ll tell you when you tell us about all that shifty stuff you do,” Finn fired back, referring to to hot-wiring of the speeders and no doubt something else he’d seen Poe do recently.

“I do not wanna know what made these tunnels,” Poe commented as he took the lead at the front of our group.

Ever the helper, 3PO jumped in to give an answer. “Judging by the circumference of the tunnel walls…” Poe turned to the droid, “I said I do not wanna know. Not,” he realigned his focus ahead of us, spotting something in the shadows, “What’s that?” “Is that a speeder?” Finn asked. “An old one,” Rey answered as she got a closer look. “Wonder if it still runs,” I said, running a hand over the dusty vehicle, “We’re gonna need a way out of here.” “Perhaps we will find the driver,” 3PO said hopefully. I think they’d be dead by now.

“Yep, BB-8, I think dead too,” Poe responded to his droid’s astute observation.

“Oh, my,” 3PO pointed towards the symbol on the front of the speeder, “A hex charm.”

“What’s a hex charm?” I asked, shining my saber over the detail and getting a look at it myself.

“A common emblem of Sith loyalists,” 3PO answered. “The Sith…” I mumbled under my breath, running a finger over it and catching the dust in my hand.

“This was Ochi’s?” Finn asked. “Luke sensed it,” Rey stepped forward, “Ochi never left this place.” “And he ended up down here,” Finn continued the train of thought.

“He was headed for his ship,” Poe completed the sentence, “Same thing happened to us, happened to him.” I followed Rey who was hot on the scent of something, the two of us spotting the skeleton at the same time. “So how did Ochi get out?” I took a breath, “He didn’t.” The four of us moved as one to examine the carcass, mangled and broken into pieces but clearly bearing resemblance to a creature. “No he didn’t…” Finn muttered.

“Bones,” Poe said from beside me, turning away for a second to stifle a gag, “I don’t like bones.” “Bones? Never a good sign,” 3PO commented.

My eyes flitted over the scene while Rey searched deeper, spotting a bump in the sand with Bee and helping him to unearth it. She pulled out a unique carved dagger, I could sense the same thing upon seeing it that she could. “Horrible things…have happened with this,” she trembled. “The writing…” I crouched down next to her, running a finger over the weapon and trying to figure out what language the script was written in, “I don’t recognize it, 3PO?”

The loyal droid came forward and took the dagger from my outstretched palm. “The location of the Wayfinder has been inscribed upon this dagger,” he announced, “It’s the clue that Master Luke was looking for.” “And? What does it say?” I asked with a hopeful smile.

3PO turned to our group, “I am afraid I cannot tell you.” “20.3 fazillion languages and you can’t read that?” Poe asked in confusion.

“I have read it, sir, I know exactly where the wayfinder is,” the droid responded, “Unfortunately, it is written in the runic language of the Sith.” “And?” I asked, inklings of impatience seeping out of my voice.

“My programming forbids me from translating it.” “So you’re telling us the one time we need you to talk,” Poe shook his head, “You can’t?”

“Irony, sir,” the droid answered, backing up to face us head on, “I am mechanically incapable of speaking translations from Sith. I believe the rule was passed by the Senate of the Old Republic.” I wasn’t listening, none of us were listening as he went on, instead focusing on the large serpent that had appeared behind 3PO with a growing growl. The four of us took a startled step back and held out our various weapons. It let out a meaning roar followed by a loud hiss, alerting 3PO to its presence. “Serpent! Serpent! Serpent!” Surprisingly, Rey placed a hand on top of Poe’s blaster and lowered it as the serpent showed off its razor sharp teeth once again. Keeping her eye trained on the beast, she blindly handed her lightsaber out for Finn to take. “Rey…” he cautioned, gripping the weapon tight in his grip. I could sense what she was sensing as I watched her approach, the serpent was crying out in pain more than anything else

“I’m gonna blast it,” Poe said quietly, his blaster once again aimed at the snake.

“Don’t,” I whispered, contradicting my words as I kept my saber activated in my hand, ready to fight if necessary. Rey kneeled down next to the snake, her eyes still locked with it as she laid her hand over its body. It snarled at her but she didn’t flinch, shutting her eyes and doing what I suspected she would do. She healed whatever wound the serpent had, receiving a small non-threatening moan in thanks. It snaked away down another pathway of the cave, revealing an exit that lit the cave up with the sunlight of Pasaana.

Bee rolled forward to ask Rey what she had done as she rubbed her hand, “I just transferred a bit of life. Force energy from me to him. You would’ve done the same.” “Luckily, we won’t have that problem again,” I said as I deactivated my lightsaber and clipped it back onto my belt, helping Rey up after, “Nice job.” Our group climbed out of the hole and we got a good look at the rock structure that displayed Ochi’s ship we’d seen during our speeder chase. “Looks like we’ve got our ride,” Poe commented as we walked up the rocks.

“We cannot possibly fly in that old wreck,” 3PO interjected.

“We gotta keep moving, find someone who can translate that dagger,” Poe replied, “Like a helpful droid.” “I suggest we return to the Millennium Falcon at once,” the droid said as forcefully as he was capable of being. “Troopers’ll be waiting at the Falcon,” I said, pausing my steps to try and shove aside the pain I felt at the thought of leaving my beloved ship behind, “We’ll find a way to get it back.”

Not more than two seconds after I spoke did each hair on my body stand up straight and a cold wave run through my body. I twisted to look out upon the miles of sand and rock, sensing the familiar presence of Ren yet not being able to see him. Rey and I shared a look, concern mixed with understanding that someone had to deal with it. I could feel that it was her that needed to confront him, I wasn’t the only one that shared a complicated history with the Supreme Leader. I nodded understandingly to her, the two of us not needing to speak a single word.

“What is it?” Finn asked, approaching the two of us. “I’ll be right behind you,” she said, handing Finn her staff and bag, “It’s okay.”

She passed by both of us, heading back down the way we’d come to go deal with our problem. “Let’s go,” I directed, turning back towards our new ride, “She’s got this.” The rest of us climbed the rest of the rocks until we hit Ochi’s ship, opening the ramp and heading into the heart of it. “Let’s see what we’ve got,” Poe said, switching on the flickering lights, “Let’s get those converters fired up.”

Finn, Poe and I marched to the cockpit, swiping at dusty cobwebs that adorned the ship. Poe flipped open the shutters and started her up proudly while Finn and I were more focused on looking out the windows for Rey. “Where is she?” he asked me.

Poe interrupted before I could form an answer, “Guys, help me out over here.” “Chewie, tell Rey we gotta go,” Finn ordered the Wookiee, who looked to me for confirmation. I gave a short nod and ran off the assist Poe in getting the ship up and running.

“What is she doing?” he grumbled as he sat down in the captain’s chair. “She’s helping us out,” I sat down in the seat next to him, “Trust me.” “That’s all I get?” he asked annoyedly as he flipped various switches, “Another Jedi thing I wouldn’t understand?”

“Are we really doing this right now?” I snapped, pressing a few buttons to help prep the ship.

“We wouldn’t have to if you would just tell me what’s going on,” Poe shot back, his voice raising to match mine. “It’s Ren,” Finn interrupted our fight, anxiety creeping into his tone. He bolted out of the cockpit leaving Poe and I to ourselves. “Finn, wait!” I yelled, taking off after him before he tried to intervene. I caught up to him outside of the ship, “Finn, you’ve gotta let her do th-“ My feet stopped as I spotted what Finn saw as well, Chewie was being loaded into a First order transport along with the dagger. Finn and I dropped to the rocks, crouching down and watching the scene unfold as the Wookiee pushed forward into the ship, hunched over and handcuffed. My natural instinct was to run and free him, but I knew that spelled too much potential danger for us all. And with Finn’s hand tightly gripping my arm, there was no way he’d let me go. It was one of the worst tortures I had to endure.

“We need to find a way to stop the ship,” I said quietly through my unshed tears, “If Poe could get that thing in the air…” “If we fire, the whole thing goes down,” Finn ended the idea as soon as it had been born.

I buried my face in my hands and rubbed furiously, my mind spinning with adrenaline and worry. The sounds on an approaching ship caught my attention, I rose to my feet and followed the noise across the rocks. Yards away from us stood Rey, lightsaber ignited with her back turned to the ship that undoubtably belonged to Ren. She took a running start as the craft advanced toward her and what happened next even I could hardly believe as I watched it. Rey flipped up in the air, letting her arm hang down and slicing off one of the ship’s wings. While she landed gracefully in a cloud of dust, Ren’s ship split violently until it was just the round cockpit rolling across the field of sand before exploding against one of the rocks. My breath caught as the flames engulfed what was left of his ship, I searched for any life left in the wreckage, sensing that he wasn’t dead yet. With my focus momentarily on Ren, I hadn’t noticed Finn had climbed down the rocks and was calling out for Rey.

“They got Chewie! They got him!” he pointed to the skies, I looked up to see the transport containing him had taken off.

“No,” I mumbled to myself, sticking my hand out to stop the ship using the Force. Rey had the same idea and aided me in my efforts. At that moment, a familiar cloaked figure emerged from the flaming wreckage, slowly making his way towards us. I could feel his stony, emotionless stare even with the great gap between us. Even so, I kept my focus on trying to pull the ship out of the sky. Ren extended his hand as well, creating resistance for Rey and I that only made us try harder. The three of us stood locked in our stances, throwing the ship from side to side as we battled for the life inside.

Then suddenly, the fight was over. From Rey’s outstretched hand came thick strands of lightning that wrapped around the ship. It took mere seconds until an explosion ripped the ship apart.

“Chewie!” Rey shrieked in horror. “No!” Finn cried.

I dropped to my knees in shock, watching as the wreckage floated to the ground, Chewie buried somewhere inside. One loud guttural sob escaped my lips and I clutched my stomach, crying out for the loss of another part of my family.

“Guys!” Poe’s voice broke through my grief, “We gotta go! They’re coming!”

Through my tears, I looked above to see Poe standing above me next to the ship and heard the noise of incoming fighters. I had to summon the strength to rise to my feet, my eyes drifting back to Chewie’s fiery grave one last time. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. I spared a final look to Ren, who I could sense was just as shocked at what had happened as I was. I sensed something in him, the same thing I had sensed when Mom had been thrown out of the Raddus. Sorrow. I wished I could have said I cared, but all I felt towards him was anger. He had contributed to Chewie’s death.

As Rey and Finn approached, I snapped back into action and climbed the rocks, Poe helping me and pulling me up the final foot. We bolted for the ship, racing to the cockpit and taking our assigned seats. He had gotten the thing in flying shape and as soon as we had everybody on board, Poe lifted it off the ground and shot us into the sky and away from the fighters. It was only when I knew he could manage without me that I slipped out of my chair and out of the cockpit.

A distraught Rey was waiting in the hold for me, she stood as I entered, “Y/n, I’m so-“ I breezed past her and Finn, I ignored the droids, I didn’t even think to go to Poe for comfort. Instead, I locked myself in the refresher and let my tears freely fall, mourning the loss of my life long friend.

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theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin · 3 years

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ohh i saw your answer about the sequels of star wars. id love to read you tear through the whole trilogy

Well, I’ve avoided this ask long enough. Part of the reason is this is really a huge topic, far too much for one ask, so I’m going to have to do this at a very high level.

In short, the Star Wars Sequel Trilogy is what one gets when you slap together the goal of selling merchandise and making tons of money, being as risk averse as humanly possible, adding a handful of warring directors with incredibly different visions, and having virtually no imagination when it comes to the imagining and writing of characters.

And we get this beautiful, awful, franchise that for reasons beyond me people seem to actually like (though interestingly, no one seems to like all of it, they may actually like one or two of the films, but no one says all three are actually in any realm of good).

With that, let’s begin.

The Force Awakens

For me this is easily the most tolerable of the sequel trilogy: it’s not great, it’s not terrible. It’s thoroughly watchable, you can be taken along for the movie’s journey and not raise your eyebrows too much at the action and leave the theater feeling this maybe wasn’t a complete waste of your time.

There’s a good reason for that. That reason is called the most blatant form of plagiarism I have ever seen in cinema in my life.

“The Force Awakens” is just “A New Hope” wearing a mustache. Only, it’s one of those cheap mustaches you get from a party store that, if you stare at it too long, just looks like the most false and awful thing you’ve ever seen. The mustache actively makes it worse. “The Force Awakens” is “A New Hope”, but worse.

Seriously, every major character, every major plot point, every major scene I can go directly back to “A New Hope”.

Our story begins when the Resistance, at great cost to our valiant heroes including torture at the hands of the Emperor’s second in command, sends a file out into the wilderness to be received by his people. This file contains plans for the Death Star.

The film then focuses on Luke, er Rey, getting involved in the Resistance, boarding the Death Star, and successfully destroying at the same time even at the lost of a beloved mentor that she just met (trading in Obi-Wan for Han Solo).

Our evil empire is run by an evil emperor who is so evil he sits in a chair, is served by very Moth Tarkin-esque human storm troopers, and has a second in command who revels in the Darth Vader get up (for no other reason that it makes him feel cool but we’ll get into this).

It’s “A New Hope”. Rey is Luke, Han Solo is Obi-Wan, Poe is a kind of Han Solo, Kylo Ren is Vader, Snoke is Palpatine, Hux is Tarkin, BB-8 is R2-D2, etc.

“But that’s not terrible,” you say, “I liked A New Hope?”

First, it is terrible, it gives a very bad sign of where the sequel trilogy is headed and is just lazy writing. It means that those who produced this franchise were so terrified of taking risks, of possibly ending up mocked as the prequels were, that they will deliver exactly what the original trilogy was. And what’s that? Uh, evil empires, scrappy desert kids, AND MORE DEATH STARS!

That brings us to point number two, the world of Star Wars after the events of the original trilogy shouldn’t support such things. And, if it does, my god what a bleak existence this place has turned into.

The First Order being able to rise easily from the Empire’s remains means that Luke accomplished nothing. Anakin sacrificed himself and had his moment of redemption for nothing. There was no happy ending to the Original Trilogy, our heroes failed miserably, and there is no indication that our new band of heroes can possibly succeed in their place. (More on this as the movies progress).

We now are in a galaxy where this new Republic is so pathetic that Leia doesn’t even give it the time of day and builds her own private army to battle the Empire. The First Order is able to not only rebuild a massive army by raiding villages on many different worlds and stealing children and do so successfully for at least ten years but is able to build a Death Star bigger than any we’ve ever seen before.

And the movie tries to convince us these are completely new problems, that Luke Skywalker is a hero (remember this is TFA, not TLJ yet), and that somehow these things just sprung up out of nowhere. BUT YEAH, RESISTANCE, WOO!

As for Rey, she’s like... a worse version of Luke. Her only motivation through the entire series is her trauma at being abandoned by her parents. That’s it, there’s nothing else to her, nothing else she ever wants or feels conflicted by. She struggles with the dark side because... the dark side? Genetics? Unclear? She’s absurdly, ridiculously, powerful in a way that’s acknowledged but never that acknowledged (we’ll get into this) and the movies just fail to sell me on her in any way.

Honestly, an easy fix for me would have just been making Rey a much younger character. I could believe a fourteen-year-old having stayed in the desert, scrounging for scraps, believing her parents are coming back every day now. As a twenty-something year old... It starts getting hard to believe she never left. (Also, this gets the benefit of getting rid of Reylo, which is always a plus for me).

As for Kylo Ren, I legitimately walked out of TFA thinking he was supposed to be comic relief. He’s what happens when someone desperately wants a likable, redeemable, villain and we get... Well, as a reminder his opening scene is one of genocide: he pillages and destroys a town with no regret and brutally tortures a man for information. We’re told he’s like this “because evil evil Snoke” and that may well be but throughout the film (and the series) it becomes clear that Kylo Ren’s main motivation is he deseprately wants to be cool. He wants to be a badass like Vader, he dresses in Vader cosplay (either ignoring or not knowing that Vader only dressed like that because his body was completely destroyed), he has these huge temper tantrums and nobody respects him because he’s a toddler in a Vader suit.

He murders his own father, his parents who (at least in the films themselves) show every willingness to take him back and forgive him what he’s done, so that he can fully embrace his own “evilness”. In other words, he commits patricide to feel cool about himself, then it doesn’t work.

And the movie series really banks on me feeling conflicted about Kylo Ren or at least wanting him to be redeemed. Granted, the wider internet seems to love him, I just can’t.

Oh, before I forget, the other thing I love about Kylo Ren is that the movies insist he’s a) strong in the Force b) is equal to Rey. Rey consistently beats the shit out of him with 0 training. Kylo Ren has been training in the Force for years. Guys, they are not a Dyad, Rey is far far far stronger than he is and for whatever reason the films never want to admit it. Because I guess we like things coming in pairs now.

But yes, “The Force Awakens”, at a distance not great nor terrible, but a rip off of a movie we’ve already seen that left me going “Welp, the next one’s probably The Empire Strikes Back then I guess we’re getting Ewoks”. I was sort of right on that and sort of wrong.

The Last Jedi

So, JJ Abrams clearly had a vision of where he wanted this sequel trilogy to go. He set up these big questions such as what’s up with Finn, who are Rey’s parents and why was she left on this nowhere planet, will Kylo Ren be redeemed and how, who is Snoke, etc.

Now, I’m not saying these aren’t stupid questions. To be frank, they kind of are. Finn being Force Sensitive was the most inconsequential thing I’ve ever heard of, Rey’s parents should not have been used to drive the plot the way it was, as spoken above I’m clearly team gut Kylo Ren, and that Snoke was actually just Palpatine being the world’s largest cockroach is a beautiful but hilarious answer.

That said, what Johnson did was he decided, “You know what, I’m going to take every trope of Star Wars and completely flip it on its head and absolutely doom the sequel to this movie.”

And by god, he did.

We get a weirdly pointless movie in which Poe, SINGLEHANDEDLY, completely obliterates the Resistance. He first obliterates their bombers by failing to follow command, then goes and bitches about how he’s not put in command when he clearly shows no ability to understand how a military works, actively subverts orders which in turn obliterates the entire Resistance fleet until the only survivors can fit on the Millenium Falcon. They have no ships, no weapons, barely any people, and are ultimately doomed doomed doomed.

We have Finn’s weird subplot with a suddenly introduced character Rose in which the pair aid in Poe’s blowing up the resistance (they send sensitive information using the communication equipment of a guy they do not know, who fully admits to being shady and out for his own skin, and are flabergasted when he betrays them).

Rose herself is this weirdly sweet person who seems forced into the plot to a) provide a love triangle for Finn and Rey b) provide this forced sunny outlook that I didn’t really need in the film.

We get Rey never really being trained, going into the Cave of Wonders for a few seconds, falling in love with Kylo Ren over weird Force Skype calls (where I did not need to see him shirtless, thank you film) and being horrifically betrayed when Kylo Ren turns out not to be a great guy. Never saw that coming, Rey.

As for Kylo Ren, well... God, we get Emperor Kylo Ren. Kylo Ren, the Emperor. I’m not even that upset about the anticlimactic murder of Snoke (that was kind of funny, especially in the context of Palpatine going, “Bitch, please, you’re in my chair” immediately in the next film) but just Kylo Ren being emperor. And also that the Resistance only escapes at all because he’s so dumb he made their dumb plans seem smart (i.e. concentrates all his firepower on an illusion for ten minutes while Hux goes, “Emperor, sir, we could actually destroy the Resistance right now.”

Now, you’ll notice I didn’t complain about Luke. A lot of people are upset he became a grumpy, miserable, old hermit who sits around waiting for death. Frankly though, in this universe, that’s exactly where he is. He left “Return of the Jedi” thinking he’d saved the world, he’s resurrected the Jedi Order, and all is well. Only a decade later, his students are all murdered by his nephew, the Empire’s back, and he accomplished nothing. He’s an utter failure as a Jedi (though Luke never realizes he knew jack shit about the Jedi Order and was in way over his head but I guess that’s beyond him). Why shouldn’t he go sit on a rock and wait to die?

Now, did he have to drink that blue dinosaur milk? Well, I guess it was funny, gross but funny so... Sure, I guess he did. But I do like that he gave Rey 0 training, they had one meditation session and then he whined about how Obi-Wan was such a stupid asshole. And then Rey ran off to be with her boyfriend, who then told her that her parents were gutter trash (which again, was funny, but I don’t think that was supposed to be funny).

Of the characters introduced in the movie, the only one I really liked was the hacker, and it was for the actor/the beautiful way in which he gracefully exited stage left with zero shame going, “You all knew I was going to betray you!” You beautiful man, you.

Rise of the Skywalker

First, when something is called “Rise of the Skywalker” you know you’re in for a rough time.

But anyways, TLJ was filled with a controversy Disney didn’t want (half their audience hated it, half loved it, but at least they sold those penguin dolls) so they desperately get Abrams back. Only, what he clearly wanted from his series has been shot to hell, and now he’s left with Emperor Kylo Ren, a completely obliterated Resistance, a dead Luke, a love interest he never planned to introduce for Finn, Rey’s parental crisis being solved with trash people, Snoke just suddenly dead, Hux planning revenge, and then some.

And so, Abrams goes the brave and hilarious route of shouting “PRETEND THAT LAST MOVIE NEVER HAPPENED”

We open to a fully functioning Resistance (their bomber fleet is back, their fleet period is back, they have all their fully trained personnel). We have Rey getting the Jedi training she needed this time from Leia, who is now a Jedi, because yay feminism rammed down my throat to make the audience feel better. Rose says “It’s cool guys, I don’t want to join the adventure this film, I’m going to stay here and work on robots” so that she can gracefully exit the entire plot. Kylo Ren is demoted from Emperor in two seconds when we discover that a) Snoke was apparently Palpatine b) for unexplained reasons Palpatine’s alive (and I am now convinced that man will never die). Kylo Ren tells Rey at the first opportunity that he lied about her trash parents AND REALLY SHE’S A PALPATINE! THIS WHOLE TIME, REY! THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT. I’M SUPER SERIAL THIS TIME, REY.

Basically, in the course of an overly long movie, Abrams desperately shoves in everything he was trying to get out of the series, while sobbing, and sobbing even harder when things like Finn being Force Sensitive or Lando having a secret daughter get caught. I actually agree with the Producers on this, by the way, the Finn trying to tell Rey something scenes were weird and indicative of a love triangle but him being Force Sensitive instead... It says a lot that the movies did not change when it was removed, at all. And Lando was just this strange cameo who was in the film to make us feel nostalgic.

And this isn’t even getting to the ridiculous 24 hour time limit (which made me think there should have been some video game style clock in the corner letting us know when Dawn of the Third Day is coming), Palpatine’s other secret army on a secret Sith planet that can be easily taken down by taking out one navigation tower, Rey’s hilarious struggle with the dark side in which she has a vision of herself in a cape hissing, Kylo Ren’s hilarious redemption in which the movie in the form of Leia and Han Solo says, “Alright, Ben, it’s time to stop being evil” and he says “okay”, the fight with Palpatine in which I’m supposed to believe he dies for reals because... I have no idea why I’m supposed to believe he’s dead. The Reylo, god the Reylo, and Kylo Ren’s tragic, hilarious, death.

And then, of course, the ending where Rey decides she’s a Skywalker now.

I actually did laugh all the way through “Rise of the Skywalker”, you can’t not, I mean it’s a hilariously awful movie. The only thing that might have made it more hilarious was if we actually did get those Ewoks.

TL;DR

They’re all bad movies, if you want more specifics than this, you’re just going to have to ask me questions.

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moonlit-imagines · 3 years

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Your Calling

Poe Dameron x reader (platonic)

warnings: blood mention

a/n: for @emcon-imagines!!!! merry crisis, here’s a thing! hope u like bc my brain???? out of service gtbfbdhfd MWAH also surprise!! i finished this like an hour and a half before midnight and i dont want to wait to post it so ;)

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It felt right to be fighting in the Resistance among new friends and one old. Rey and you had been chosen family for years since you were both bound to Jakku, but now the two of you had a galaxy to take back.

You weren’t gifted with the Force like Rey, but you found something that was more your pace.

“Y/N, you gotta slow down!” Poe shouted through the comms as the you broke formation, getting ahead of yourself as you blasted down First Order ships. “Not this again...you know there was a plan, right?!”

“Who needs a plan when I’ve got two laser canons with ‘TIE’ written all over them?” You laughed a little too enthusiastically as your X-Wing weaved through the gunfire.

“If you get hurt, your sister’ll kill me!” He explained, taking a shot at the FOes on your tail, not that you cared or anything. You were confident you could shake them.

“Then I won’t get hurt, Poe. You worry too much.” You barrel rolled your ship around debris and hid behind a firey explosion that claimed the life of another trooper.

“Where did it all go wrong?” He sighed, half-chuckling as you flew back into view and let your blasting run wild. It wasn’t that he hated the way you worked, he was just like you in his early piloting days. He actually had caught a warning from Rey before takeoff, he was tasked with looking out for you, and for obvious reasons. Your sister knew how you were, how restless you got, how you itched to see some action and now you could.

While Poe was overthinking possible outcomes of this battle, your voice boomed over the fleets comms.

“Uh-oh!” You shouted. “I seem to have gotten myself into quite the predicament!” Poe surveyed the area, trying to figure out your position on the scanners.

“Where are you, y/n? What’s happening?” Poe panicked, looking above at the battlecruiser overshadowing him, and your X-Wing caught by the tractor beam. “Oh, shit.”

“Any advice before I go?” You joked, chuckling through the fear.

“Do you think this is funny?!” Poe yelled, slamming his hands against the controls.

“No.” You mumbled. “I’m scared.” Poe’s face went flush when your voice went serious, he stammered for a moment trying to react before you disconnected.

“Right, uh—Bully Kylo Ren if all else fails. I’ll figure something out, got me?” Just before you could answer, your line went static. “Rey’s gonna kill me. She’s gonna kill me! Okay, I can do this, I can do this.” He whispered to himself. “Black Leader to Base, come in Base.”

“This is Base, we read you, Black Leader. Go ahead.” Connix answered on the other end.

“Are Rey or Finn available right now? Kind of have an issue.” Poe’s fleet was still working on the rest of the FOes, but he was already working on docking on the enemy ship.

“What now?” He imagined she was pinching the bridge of her nose.

“It’s y/n. FOes captured them.” There was chatter on the other end that quickly ceased before Connix replied.

“Deploying a rescue party now. Just hold tight, Captain.” She instructed, but Poe was just as reckless as you, so he switch transmissions off, muttering:

“Like hell, I will.” Poe circled the cruiser and found opening worth a shot. Yes, it was risky. No, he didn’t think it over. He just went through the shields and let a few shots loose for good measure. When exiting his craft, he admired the flaming TIEs while jogging by. This wasn’t his first space-rodeo, he’d been a First Order prisoner before.

Running down the halls and sneaking past faculty, Poe went right for the detention block to save you before any harm had come to you, but he seemed to have took a wrong turn.

“Great...” He said, throwing his hands up once half a dozen blasters were trained on him. But he did make it to your cell since you and him were restrained side by side. “Y/N! Are you hurt?”

“Poe! Nice save!” You cheered sarcastically, even making the stormtrooper laugh as he left. “Yeah, I’m fine, thanks for asking.”

“You’re bleeding.” He observed you for any other markings and watched you smile.

“Kylo Ren came in asking about Rey. I said something along the lines of ‘What, do you have a crush on her? Take a hint’ and that was the thanks I got.” Poe chuckled at you, proud that you actually listened to him for once. “I also said ‘you don’t have my blessing’ and he stormed out.”

“Good job, kid. Your sister’s gonna get a kick out of that.” Poe leaned his head back against the restraints and exhaled a breath he’d been holding in for quite some time. “They’re sending reinforcements, by the way.”

“Oh, cool. At least we get some quality time together. What’d you have for breakfast?” You leaned forward to make eye contact, pulling against your restraints.

“I actually didn’t have breakfast.” Poe admitted with a shrug, watching you jaw drop.

“What?! Dude, that’s the most important meal of the day. I’m appalled, don’t speak to me.” You turned your cheek and ignored.

“Y/N—”

“Ah, ah, ah! I said what I said.”

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stardancerluv · 3 years

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When You Take of Each Other

Part 7a

Summary: You decide to misbehave

Warning: being bratty, Roman dom!kink, daddy!kink, teasing words & touches, attempts to write reader getting drunk

You winced as he pulled you back by your hair. Knots began forming faster in your stomach.

“So will you behave for daddy?” He tilted his head towards you, while he still held you by your hair.

You blinked, the rasp of his voice just loud enough for you to hear made you shiver.

“Yes.”

You smiled as you felt your hair bounce free from his grasp against your back.

“Thank you.” You thanked the girl sweetly. “We’re good.” You told her before she could ask and once again, she fluttered off.

You grabbed a strawberry, you slowly enjoyed it. Occasionally glancing over at Roman. He was being silent which you knew wasn’t good but you also began to feel the champagne, your drink and an earlier one. So you decided tonight you were going to play. The idea excited you immensely.

“Roman.” You pouted. “Are you not feeding me any more? Do I have to grab them all myself?”

He rose an eyebrow as his blue eyes went over to look at you. He shrugged. “They were a reward for my good girl. And you’ve already been bad.”

You huffed. “Fine.” You pouted more. “I suppose I’ll enjoy all these big strawberries by myself.”

When you were about to reach for one his gloved hand grabbed it and swirled it and then held it close. “Just be my good girl.”

“I can be.” You were walking a very thin line between the two of you. It’s making your heart beat harder. You gently held your hand over his and enjoyed the strawberry. “Thank you daddy.”

He offered you a few more and you enjoyed those but that was when you chose once again to be bad, oh this is going to be fun. You could do this since he was not angry. It wasn’t as if you had not pushed when he has been angry, but something about when he was in a good mood, you knew made him see all you were doing clearer.

You grabbed your drink.

“Remember what I said.” He reminded you.

“Of course daddy.” You looked over at him and nodded. But you did the opposite. With a sigh and more clinking of the ice you enjoyed all of the new drink. the force of the drink washed over you. His arm tightened around you, your glass jangled and his shimmied as he slammed his gloved hand down.

“What the fuck did I say?”

The first giggle, like the bubbles in the champagne came to the surface. His jaw tightened. “You told me to savor it.” Once again a giggle bubbled forth. “You do not want me to become giggly.” And once again, your turned to look at him. “Oops!” Your words had grown heavy in your mouth somewhere from first sipping and finishing your drink. His eyes were blue choppy seas.

Damn, how did you get that fucking lucky, you mused. He was so fucking hot. You had been sleeping with him for a few years now. You could suck on him, whenever you wanted. Oh! Your mouth watered at the idea, you swallowed.

Drawing close, you let a tiny giggle escape. That one you were sad escaped, at that moment you wanted to be sexy when you leaned in close. “Daddy?” You whispered close to his ear.

“What?” His voice was as sharp as the knives he carried sometimes.

You rubbed your legs together in your frustration. “I want to suck on your cock.” A low moan came from you as you verbalized the fantasy playing out in your head.

Right here at his table, while people partied, some of whom were toasting him since at his club one always had a good fucking time. And there you would be sucking away at him as he sat at his table, you under it. No one would be the wiser. You grasped, no you squeezed your thighs. The fantasy made you ache for him.

Your excitement grew as one side of his mouth twisted up into a smirk. He made an endearing sound. “You want my cock in your mouth, huh baby?”

You nodded.

He brought your hand over. The act made you grow wetter as he placed your hand over it.

“I would love that. I love having those beautiful lips around my cock. But I’m not sitting in the right place.”

You began to pout.

He drew close then as his hand pressed your hand harder against his growing hard on. “And I will never let anyone see you doing that. I would have to kill anyone that even whispers of you being a whore who slips under the table and just blows me.”

“But daddy.” You squeezed him.

“No.”

“Fine.” You slipped your hand from feeling him. The rest of you slipped from the booth. “Then I will see you later, Roman.”

Honestly, as you began moving through the dancing people, you didn’t know why you got up. It actually warmed your heels that he wanted to defend your honor but you were upset. You ached so hard for him. And you were determined for some kind of release.

Gloved fingers wrapped around your wrist. Before you had a moment to register it and wiggle free, he had pulled you smoothly against him. You could feel all of him.

“Where are you going?” He asked and moved a little with you. It was partially because you did love when he would move with you on the dance floor and another part so as to draw attention.

You wrapped an arm around him, you could enjoy the moment and relish the feel of his suit under your naked arm. “I needed to get off.” You said sweetly near his ear, pressing a kiss on his throat. The scent of his aftershave filled your nose making you even hungrier for him. Easily you slipped away again, just as a song ended.

Your heels, your desire somehow made it to the elevator that would take you to the penthouse. Pushing the button, you smiled as the doors opened.

You went in. As the doors began to close he caught up with you, but with a metallic thud the elevator began to make its climb to the penthouse. His look, his black hair falling into his eyes made you shiver.

Halfway with shaky hands, you reached under your dress and took off your panties. Not caring to be in your heels, you stepped free of them and went back to your own height of three inches shorter. Knowing you probably would never need to wear that particular pair of panties again, you stuffed them into one of your heels. They most certainly had been soaked with your desire for Roman.

With a ding, it announced its arrival at the penthouse.

Your breathing was shallow since your heart and desire were at their peak. You stepped out.

“Did you really think I’d stay down there?”Roman’s voice rasped as he stepped out of the shadows of their already rather darkened penthouse.

You had not expected him to take the stairs, and even less that he’d arrive around the same time.

You blinked looking up at him. You shook your head. “No.” You said, shocked you had not squeaked out your answer. Your desire mixed with the delightful unease as he towered over you.

“You are not going to fucking need these anymore.” He pulled and took ahold of your heels, you heard them crash as they finally landed after he threw them. “You wanted my cock, huh? Well, I will give you my cock. Now get down on your knees.”

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humanlighthouse · 3 years

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Fic Writer Interview Meme

I was tagged by my beloved @s1utspeare 💖✨ I’m doing this one quickly before it gets buried under notes, sorry to everyone who tagged me in stuff, the last few weeks have been insane and my wifi is still down, but I saw all of the tags and I love you so much for thinking of me?? I’ll get to them if I ever find them again 😓

name: Anna, HumanLighthouse on everything that counts!

fandoms: I almost exclusively write for DMBJ now and it’s the only fandom I’ve ever been actually involved in? I wrote one long fic for Anne with an E (the lovely, lovely Netflix show based on Anne of Green Gables) and another for the still-not-famous-enough, amazing webseries Edgar Allan Poe’s Murder Mystery Invite-Only Casual Dinner Party/Gala For Friends Potluck (yes, that’s the title, check it out if you like literature, that thing is brilliant), that I am pretty proud of, to the point that I made @jockvillagersonly watch it just so they could read my fic 🙈 I am shameless like that. Both are teeny tiny fandoms, but very sweet and welcoming! I also have a fic on hiatus for MDZS, some SongXiao angst/fix-it, and I read a lot of meta in that fandom but I’m not really involved in it? There’s just too much going on now. I was really into Reylo and Entrapdak for a while too, but like MDZS the fandoms got too big and I just ended up muting everything and rereading old favorites :/

two-shot: Like most writers I think, I tend to either do one-shots or multiple chapters. I’ve noticed that my emotional one-shots are usually super short, around 1.5k at most, my smut fics are <8k, and then you have the monstrosity that is my Slave AU, currently clocking in at 40k at about a third of the story… I am wide I contain multitudes and all that Before I admitted to myself that I was mostly a smut writer, I used to do like... first chapter of PG-13 fluff, and then the smut in a separate chapter but who am I kidding anymore...

most popular multi-chapter fic: And Sleep My Senses In Forgetfulness, my sleepy hospital fic, which is just gratuitous fluff (and smut). It’s one of my favorite fics so I’m really happy to see people like it!

actual worst part of writing: Not finding the proper word!! I swear by wordhippo (thesaurus.com judges me for writing porn and refuses to give me appropriately sexy synonyms, I swear) but sometimes the word just does… not… exist? or not in the right language, and it’s SO FRUSTRATING, sometimes I have the perfect movement or image in mind and I can't find the correct word for it 😭

how you choose your titles: They’re almost always adapted from lines of poetry and/or song lyrics, I hoard a bunch in my phone notes for when I need a good title. @jaecomments once asked about my titling process for one fic that didn’t take its title from that hoard, and like I told her, I literally googled “Neruda fabric” and found a good quote 😂 sorry about ruining the magic, guys 😂

do you outline: YES. I canNOT write without outlining, and outlining is my favorite part of writing. Back when I was writing my thesis, it drove my advisor crazy because I took like…. a year and a half to outline stuff before I could actually WRITE anything and he was like “are you actually working??” and yes I was, bro, respect the process plz. My drafts are pretty crude in wording but very detailed and apparently it’s kinda weird to read them? You’re lucky I spare (most of) you guys 😂

ideas you probably won’t get around to, but wouldn’t it be nice: Oh sorry, did you mean my entire WIP list

callouts @ me: WRITE THE WIPS BEFORE MAKING MORE DRAFTS

best writing traits: I am thoroughly incapable of assessing my own competence and I keep getting blown away by the incredibly sweet comments I get?? I’d say that apparently I write pretty good smut 😬 intimacy and domesticity is my favorite thing so I guess that statistically I must have written some nice bits on that. Oh, and I try very hard to keep track of stuff like furniture, clothes, number of limbs, current actions etc.!

spicy tangential opinion: Dick therapy is valid - oh did you mean the other kind of spicy? Clichés are clichés for a reason, and that reason is that they work, embrace the cheesiness my friends

Tagging @mejomonster @jockvillagersonly and whoever else I haven’t seen tagged already! 💖💕

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twomoonstwosuns · 4 years

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spring break.

back to you [series masterlist]

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pairing: professor!poe dameron x reader

warnings: alcohol, fluff

word count: 3.3k

a/n: YA GIRL’S GOING TO WORK ON TUESDAY. Fair warning: updates may slow down since I don’t get to sit around and write all day, but I’ll try my best to not let it slow down. my store is going out of business so I don’t know how long I’ll be working for exactly.

[the song] thank you @dameronsgalaxygal for finding it!

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Crystal blue waters and luscious green palm trees welcomed you from the moment you stepped out of the airport in Cabo San Lucas, a stark difference to the dreary winter days you’d seen for months on end. The warm, windy air engulfed you and you were more relaxed than you’d felt in months. You were ready for endless days lounging on the beach or in the pool, fruity alcoholic beverages at your beck and call. You didn’t have to worry about anything or anyone except what fun thing you wanted to do that day.

The only thing missing from your perfect paradise was Poe.

It had been awhile since you’d gone a week without seeing Poe, dating back to Christmas break at the start of your sexual relationship when you were away from school and both busy with the holidays. You had said goodbye in his office after his last class the day before you left, the trading of kisses making his pre-arranged cab driver almost leave without him.

By the time you landed in Cabo, it was late afternoon. Rose had been the first to arrive, checking into the room you had reserved and walking around the resort to find out where everything was. Jannah arrived next, and she and Rose were ready to go out by the time you got to the hotel. You caught up while you got ready, taking a quick shower to get the airplane smell off of you and changing into a dress and sandals.

The resort was huge. Two big pools with swim-up bars, multiple lounge chairs surrounded by palm trees, and the beach with multiple campfire pits just a short walk away. Rose led you to a courtyard between the hotel’s buildings where a bar and a DJ was set up. There were tables and people were dancing in the open space.

“Find a table, first round’s on me!” Jannah yelled, disappearing into the crowd towards the bar. Rose points at a high table next to the bar and you rush over before anyone else can claim it. Jannah came back with an armful of shots. She passed two to you and Rose and held one up.

“To graduating college and entering the world as real adults.”

You downed the shots with ease, the alcohol burning just slightly in your throat. It had been too long since you had seen your best friends, each of you working tirelessly towards graduation.

Rose had lived down the block from you since you were five years old and it wasn’t until middle school that you became friends with Jannah. You experienced it all together - the dances, the heartbreaks, the victories, and the hardships. Three different colleges would keep you apart for the next chapter after high school, but you made sure you were able to get together even if just for a few hours every break.

You were inseparable. Jannah was wild and loud, Rose practical and quiet, and you were in a little bit of both. You were a trio that complimented each other well.

“So, I have some bad news.” Rose started, but you waved your hand.

“Later. It’s been a long day, a long semester, and now we’re on vacation. Let’s take this shot and go dance.” On the count of three, you took your second shot of the night, the two shots in succession already teaming up inside your body.

Lights bounced off the buildings and the palm trees, the bass of the speakers booming into the silence of the night. Sweaty bodies bumped into you but no one cared. Life was carefree at the moment. A dark-haired man came up behind Jannah and started dancing with her, his arms going on her hips. She looked between you and Rose and you both gave her a nod that told her to go ahead and dance with the handsome stranger.

“I’m going to get another drink, do you want one?” You yelled at Rose, who shook her head and kept dancing as you made your way to the bar. Looking around while the bartender made your drink, you took notice of the way the lights illuminated the outline of the palm trees and the ocean. It was picturesque, exactly like an image you’d see in a brochure.

“You’re not here by yourself, are you?”

A sandy-haired, green-eyed man slid into the open seat next to you, waving down the bartender with a wave of his hand. You shook your head.

“My friends are on the dance floor somewhere.”

“And you didn’t want to join them?”

“I was out there for a bit and now I’m here getting a drink,” you said, swirling around the liquid in your cup. “And I’m a little tired. Dancing, flying, and classes really takes a lot out of a girl.”

“You still went to your classes today? Good for you.” You laughed as the man stuck his hand out and you shook it. “Ethan.”

“Y/N.”

“Can I buy you a drink?”

You down the rest of your drink and shrug. “If you want.”

Ethan waved down the bartender again and pointed to your empty cocktail glass. You almost felt bad for this guy because you knew he wasn’t going to get anything out of this conversation except an extra drink on his tab. You were being friendly as you were with everyone, but you had a feeling he was going to take it as flirting and you’d have to deal with him getting mad at rejection.

“So, are you graduating soon?” Ethan asked.

“In May. You?”

“In the winter. I had some credits that got mixed up and I need one more semester to sort everything out.”

“No shame in that.”

He asked about your major, why you chose it and what plans you had after school. He seemed genuinely interested in your answers, but you knew it was probably an act to try and pick you up. He ordered you another drink when you got to the bottom of yours and then leaned in closer than he had been, placing his hand next to yours on the countertop.

“Do you want to take these drinks and get out of here? Maybe go walk on the beach or go somewhere else less crowded?”

You fought the urge to smile. It seems like so long ago that Poe had said something similar to you at a bar, and when you replayed it in your head you could still hear the desire so clearly. The memory made you tingle more than the voice in front of you.

“I have a boyfriend.”

“Is he here?”

“No.”

“Then, why not?” You gave him a look and he chuckled. “Come on, you’re only young once.”

You gave him a tight smile as you slid off seat.

“Still no. Thanks for the drink.”

With your drink in hand, you headed away from the bar and onto the beach. Removing your sandals, the sand was cool beneath your feet as you walked, a contrast from the heat of the beach campfires around you. You found a vacant campfire, one that had just been abandoned by a couple of other spring breakers. You sat down next to it and let it warm you up from the crisp night air, the crashing of the waves and the crackling of the flames creating a beautiful song.

Ethan hadn’t been wrong; you were only young once, but there were more ways to enjoy your youth that didn’t involve sleeping around. And to you, Poe was a once-in-a-lifetime kind of guy. You’d rather have him than any of the freedoms of being single.

“There you are!”

Rose and Jannah walked up to you through the uneven sand, beers in their hands. They sat down across from you, giggling and sitting back into the chairs and fully relaxing for the first time since they landed.

“Have you become a lightweight?” You asked, seeing Rose giggling over nothing. She nodded and giggled some more and you couldn’t help but laugh at her. “So, what’s your bad news?”

“My graduation time moved, so I don’t get to live stream either of your ceremonies.”

“That’s not bad news!” You exclaimed. “I know live streaming each others ceremonies was our plan since senior year of high school, but it became a lot less realistic as the years went on and we realized all of our schools ran super close to the same schedule.”

“Wait, I have an idea!” Jannah said excitedly, taking a sip of her drink. “We’ll FaceTime before the ceremony and then when we’re all home, we’ll have a big party with all of our friends and family.”

“Yes!” Rose shouted, catching the attention of anyone walking by. “Perfect, lets do that!”

She tiptoed over to Jannah to clink her bottle against hers and then crept over to you to do the same.

“So,” Jannah said as Rose sat down. “Tell us about this boyfriend. I want to know who you’re ditching us for on Thursday.”

“Hey, you guys said it was ok, I asked you like six times—“

“We are ok with it. She’s just teasing.” Rose said. “Tell us about him.”

“Well, his name is Poe, he’s 32—“

“Alright, Y/N.” Jannah interrupted with a wink. Rose rolled her eyes.

“—and he’s my professor.”

You hadn’t planned on blurting it out like that. The plan was to tell them all of the amazing things about him before dropping the bomb that he was pretty much forbidden fruit. Rose and Jannah’s mouths dropped and you anxiously braced for a reaction similar to the one you’d gotten from your roommates.

“Girl!” Jannah exclaimed, a wide smirk on her face as she clapped her hands together. “How the hell did that happen?!”

You shrugged. “It just kind of did. We ran into each other at a bar on Halloween and we were drinking and flirting and then we hooked up.”

“Wow. Y/N L/N, hot for teacher.”

“So, you’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad?”

“Because I’m being reckless? Stupid? Risking my education for a relationship with age difference?”

“I’m not mad. I’m happy for you! And who cares about age?” Jannah looked over at Rose, who had a look of concern on her face, but no anger. “Rose?”

Rose sighed and looked at you. “I’m not mad. I’m just…you’re being careful, right? I just don’t want this to bite you in the ass.”

“We’re being careful, I promise. We don’t leave his apartment and in public he’s a professor and I’m a student, that’s it. I promise I know what I’m doing.”

“Alright, I trust you.” Rose gave you a soft, reassuring smile. “So, who all knows about you guys?”

“You guys, my roommates, Poe’s best friends, and his dad I hope otherwise he’s going to be totally blindsided when I meet him on Thursday.”

“When did you start dating him?” Jannah asked, moving around the fire to sit next to you.

“Officially a month ago, but we’d been hooking up every so often since Halloween.”

“Is he nice? Does he treat you right?” Rose asked.

“Yes. He is so kind and considerate and funny. He’s a gentleman. Not always though.”

Jannah and Rose howl with laughter, Jannah patting your leg.

“Good for you, Y/N. Do you have a picture of him?”

You took out your phone and scrolled through your photos, looking for your favorite picture of Poe. You intended to take a photo of Beebs laying on his back with his paws in the air, fast asleep and Poe had photobombed the picture with a pout. Jannah gasped.

“That’s not fair,” she said. “Seriously, he’s real?”

You brought up another picture, a cute one of you kissing Poe’s cheek while he smiled widely. Jannah ‘awwed’ and passed the phone to Rose.

“He’s hot.” Rose said, studying the picture before handing it back to you. “So you like him a lot?”

“A lot. A lot,” you said, staring down at the photo of you and him that was also your lock screen. “I’ve dated around, had a few boyfriends, and none of the guys has made me feel like Poe does. Not even close.”

“Do you love him?” Rose asked. You furrowed your brow.

“I—“ You felt strongly for him, stronger than any guy you’d ever dated, but was it love or just extreme infatuation? And if it was love, could you even feel that after such a short amount of time? “Isn’t there a timeline for that?”

“Not a set one,” Rose said. “If you love him then you love him. It doesn’t matter if you’ve been dating for one month or one year. You fall in love when you fall in love, no one can dictate that for you.”

“She’s right,” Jannah added. “You said you’ve been dating a month but let’s be real, you’ve been dating since Halloween. You just did the sex part first. So technically it’s been five months.”

You didn’t know how to respond, but you didn’t have to when a message popped up on your phone screen and grabbed your attention. Jannah glanced at it.

“You got a text from Finn. Who’s Finn?”

“Finn is Poe’s best friend.”

You opened the message and saw that he had sent you a video. Pressing play, you could hear the crackle of a campfire similar to the one currently in front of you and the sounds of a guitar being expertly played. The camera shifted to show Poe, who donned a dark flannel that, combined with his dark hair, made is skin glow against the dark backdrop, illuminated by the warmth of the flames.

“Alright, what’re you playing?” Rey’s voice was near the camera, but she wasn’t on the screen. Poe didn’t say anything, instead just continuing to play.

“Who’s the girl?” Jannah asked.

“His other best friend, Rey.”

“Don’t be shy man, let’s hear it!” Finn shouted. “Sing something, this is for Y/N.”

Poe rolled his eyes at his friends before changing the melody, going from something upbeat to something a little slower. Playing the guitar was like riding a bike for him, something he hadn’t done in a long time but easily picked back up.

Darling, I don’t mind what they think they’ll find

Of all the secrets they have told, at least I’ve still got you to hold

So darling, I don’t mind

Poe’s voice was smooth like warm honey with a touch of raspiness. He sang with meaning, like he was piercing each word straight into your soul. You had no idea he could sing like that and you added it to the six hundred other things you loved about him.

Cause I’ll be the one to hold you when the nights are cold

And although I know I told you I will tell you forever more that

Your heart clenched in a way it never had before when Poe made eye contact with the camera and gave it a lopsided smile. He was singing to you, despite being so far away. He sang a few more words before missing a chord and laughing as he stopped.

“I can’t remember anymore, it’s been awhile since I’ve played that song.”

“Anything you want to say to Y/N?”

“I miss you baby. I can’t wait to see you.”

Your heart felt like it would burst from your chest, and you barely heard both Rey and Finn also saying ‘miss you baby’ before the video ended. Before you even able to move your finger to close out of the message thread, Rey was FaceTiming you.

“How’s paradise?” She asked you and you turn the camera to show her the fire and the waves of the ocean rolling onto the shore.

“I’ve only been here a few hours but pretty damn great. How’s California?”

“Good. Less humid than Florida.” Rey said, also turning the camera to show you the fire and the trees. The silence there as deafening as the music coming from the party. “Poe told us you’re meeting his dad.”

“I am.”

“Nervous?”

“Terrified.”

“You’ll be fine. Kes is great. I’m sure he’ll love you.”

Finn suddenly appeared on the screen, a bright smile on his face. “Hi, nugget!”

“Nugget?”

“Rey’s peanut and you’re nugget!”

“You’re ridiculous,” you laughed, but you were touched that he gave you a nickname. “Hey, can you tell Poe I’m mad at him for not playing for me sooner!”

“He just ran to his ca—he hasn’t played for you?! That’s part of his appeal!”

“To be fair, you guys haven’t either. I’ve been asking very nicely for a Resistance reunion for weeks now.”

“Ok, well, that’s not happening.” Rey said and you tried giving her your best pleading puppy dog eyes and she just kept saying ‘no’ and then Finn was suddenly shouting.

“Poe! Why haven’t you serenaded your girl yet? She’s sad she’s missing out!”

“Are you talking to her?” There was shuffling and then Poe’s face was on the screen, smiling when he saw you. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi.”

“How was your flight?”

“It was fine, I did homework.”

“On vacation?”

“It was the last thing I had that was due after break! Now I don’t have to worry about anything when we get back except what you’re making me for breakfast on Sunday.”

“Is that what I’m doing?”

“Yes, because I beat you in Mario Kart a few days ago and never claimed by reward.”

“I thought what we did after was reward enough.”

Jannah spat out her drink and laughed loudly while Rose giggled into her hands. You smiled until your cheeks hurt and a blush crept into your cheeks as Finn and Rey scolded Poe for information they didn’t need to know.

“Also, you’ve been holding out on me with that singing, so you owe me.”

“I’ll cook you whatever you want.”

You gave him a victorious smirk. Jannah waved Rose over and leaned into you on your right while Rose came over to squeeze into you on your left, their faces appearing on the screen. You rolled your eyes.

“Ok then, Poe, this is Jannah and Rose, my two best friends from high school.”

“Wow, you are so much hotter in person. Over the phone.” Jannah said and you elbowed her in the ribs and she gave you a look. “Sorry, I’m drunk."

Poe shook his head as he laughed. “It’s fine. It’s good to meet you.”

Jannah tipped her head back, finishing her drink before letting out a huge yawn. “You guys wanna go back to the room? I’m getting freaking tired.”

You sighed, wanting to talk to Poe a little longer. “I guess we’re going to bed. I gotta go and make sure she can walk.”

“Get some rest, I’ll see you in a week.”

“Can’t wait.” In an affectionate move that surprised you, Poe blew you a kiss before ending the call. You stared at the screen as a feeling of warmth that had nothing to do with the campfire spread all over your body.

“I might be in love with your boyfriend Y/N.”

After making sure the fire was properly extinguished, the three of you headed back to your hotel room. The party was still in full swing, possibly even busier now that it was later into the night. Rose and Jannah started talking about plans for the next day, but you were basking in the warm and tingly feelings that Poe often left you with to contribute to the conversation.

You’d never been in love before and you weren’t sure if you should be so early on, but if this was what it felt like, then that's what you were: well and truly in love with Poe.

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brywrites · 4 years

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“Farewell” - A Slight Fix to the Finale Episode

(Because I see your critiques and I hear you, and I’m here to make that change for you!)

We’re at Rossi’s party. Most everything happens as it was written, including the Garvez moment, but Rossi is still retiring as well. We toast Penelope first, and then we finish a toast to David Rossi, who feels he can finally retire to the peace and happiness he is owed. As he finishes, Emily awkwardly steps up.

“I don’t mean to steal the show, but I wanted all of you to hear first. I just got a call this morning - they’ve asked me to be the Director of the FBI.”

Everyone shouts, and she’s wrapped in hugs and congratulations. She grins - she’s making history, and she’s so proud of herself. “Plus, she adds, “not flying across the country means I’ll have a little more time to visit Andrew.” Mendoza smiles, and takes her hand. As the congratulations settle down, she says, “This of course means that we’ll need a new unit chief for the BAU. And if she’ll have it, I want JJ to be the one to take the wheel.”

JJ is delighted and surprised. “I…” she looks at Will, who just nods, smiling. He’s happy for her. “Yes. Yes, of course.”

“Well if we’re announcing things,” Reid interrupts. “I’ve… I’ve had a lot of time to think. And I think that I want to start teaching full-time. Not immediately. Maybe wait a few months to help with the transition - school wouldn’t start until the fall, after all - but Blake put me in touch with Georgetown and they’ve offered me a position. If that’s… okay?”

“Spence, that’s more than okay,” JJ says. Reid exhales. He doesn’t have to worry about disappointing them.

“We’re happy for you man,” Luke tells him. The party continues. There’s dancing and laughter and fun and toasts.

When we fast forward it is in snippets. We watch Penelope clear out her office and say farewell. Luke walks her to the elevator and kisses her cheek. Lily Kershaw’s “Soft Dark Nothing” begins to play. [Good night, goodbye, good luck, don’t cry] Then we jump and Rossi and Krystall are packing for a vacation. She asks him if he misses it already, and he says for once, he doesn’t mind the quiet. [It’s the edge of it all / it’s the edge of it all]

Another skip, and Reid is sitting in a park that looks like the one from his dream, but this time he’s with Max. She asks him how he’s feeling about leaving the BAU, and he says that it’s time for him to find out who he is outside of the job. To be himself. She responds, “To be nobody but yourself means to fight the hardest battle which anybody can fight.” He stares at her, and she clarifies, “It’s e.e. cummings. The poet?”

“I know.” Reid is a bit stunned. The conversation is so familiar. “You know cummings?”

Max laughs. “I like more than just art. cummings is good, but I think nobody quite compares to Pablo Neruda.” Her words remind him that she isn’t Maeve. She’s different - and that’s not a bad thing. Maeve is his past. Max is his future.

“Better than Poe?” Reid asks

“Oh, for sure!” she responds. He disagrees, and they playfully tease each other. He’s found that passion again. He’s letting himself live fully. When they stop for a moment, he leans in to kiss her. She kisses him back. [All my friends at the edge of the world / I hope to see you again / it’s the end of our time / it’s the end of our time]

We jump again and Emily is adjusting her new nameplate in the Director’s office. She takes a deep breath, and looks out the window at Washington D.C. It’s a big change. An agent steps into the room.

“Director Prentiss? The press conference will begin in fifteen minutes.” She thanks the agent, and when she’s alone once more, she picks up the phone and dials a number. JJ answers it.

“Everything okay, Emily?” she asks.

“Yeah,” she answers. “Just… wanted to say thank you. For everything.” So much is meant in those words. For being a friend, for saving her life, for standing by her. [Oh how little did we know/we had such a long way to go]

JJ is emotional too. “Always,” she answers. “You’re gonna be great.”

“So are you,” Prentiss replies. “Go get ‘em, Unit Chief Jareau.” [When you sleep tonight you’ll be in my dreams]

And that’s exactly what JJ does. She hangs up the phone in her office, grabs a file, and walks into the roundtable room. Luke, Matt, and Tara are all there, as are three new agents - two profilers and a media liaison. They’re young, diverse, and wide-eyed. There’s also a new technical analyst, one of the techies we saw at Garcia’s workshop [Soft dark kind of love / soft dark nothing comforting me]

“We’ve got a case,” JJ announces. “It’s urgent, so we’ll debrief on the jet. But I know that this is the first day we’re all together as a team, and I want to do this right. So welcome to the BAU. We save lives, yes. But we look out for each other here. You’ll have to make a lot of decisions in the field, and it won’t always be easy. There’s going to be plenty of time to learn along the way. But the only thing you have to remember is that no matter what, we’re a family first. And everything we do, we do like a family. If you hold onto that, you’ll be okay. Now.” She takes a deep breath, and we pan out of the roundtable one last time. “Wheels up in thirty.”

They file out of the room and the camera moves slowly to a table at the back of the room. There’s a few different photos and we see them pan over, each of the agents that has been on the show included. We stop on a shot of the BAU we said goodbye to - Luke, Tara, Reid, Prentiss, Rossi, JJ, Simmons, and Garcia - at the farewell party. And we fade to black. [The earth went quiet and the air went still / I feel you know more than I ever will]

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geo-winchester · 4 years

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STONE COLD (rockstar!Poe)

Summary: Poe is a famous musician and he invite Yn to his high school reunion, but this went different as they thought.

A/N: Hey guys, I hope you’re fine and safe, I know this past days I haven’t been this active and that I should been writhing about the Christmas blurb but I saw part of 10 years and I couldn’t help myself to do this, sorry if it had something wrong I did it will I have a break on the hospital and as the name said I inspired on the song of stone cold woth Shoshana bean, I hope you like it!

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Yn wasn’t sure if this trip was a good idea, but Poe insisted her to join him to come to his hometown, but she start to doubt about that decision as he start to became distant and nervous in the minute that they landed. She meet him on one of her plays, she was one of the actress on a musical that he was invited,

and if she have to be honest she already knew him, she fell in love with him the minute she listen to never had, after the show finish his manager introduced them and after a simple conversation he asked her out. Know they been together for almost a year and became one of the most popular couple in the music and Broadway industry, and you were happy to be with him but sometimes she feel like there was a line that she couldn’t cross. Her mind came back from her thoughts when Poe answer a phone call of his manager.

-I’m actually like- he laugh a little -I’m a few miles away, I took a fly this morning, I’m... we’re going to be gone for a day- he took her hand and smiled -Yes she’s with me, don’t worry we’ll be there...

She stop listening to the conversation and notice that there was one of Poe’s song and smile, she also notice how the driver were staring at the both of them as if he trying to recognized them. After a few minutes he hang up the phone and look at the city excited, you smile at him.

-Are you sure it was a good idea that I come?- she asked -I mean this was your friends from high school, I’m an...

-Hey, this is going to be fun- he bring her close to him -I’ll introduce you to all my friends, we could have a couple of drinks, dance and maybe you’ll hear all kinds of stories about me- he said making her smile.

When they get to the party most of the people recognize him, they start to gather around them a few of the girls try to take a picture with him some others look at her with jealous, she were getting used to this kind of things, but she also notice how he was trying to found someone.

-No way- they heard someone coming to the surprise -Is that Poe Dameron and Yn YLN?

-Finn!- Poe said as he hug the other man, you remember him and his girlfriend Rose on the first concert Poe invite her, after a few moments later he hug you -Come on guys let’s have a drink.

As the evening pass he introduce her some other friends, like the only married couple he knew, Ben and Rey, snap and a few others. They were having a good time as study heard about what was going on with everyone’s life, Yn can’t help to smile at Poe’s face when someone was asking for a picture or told him that they love their music just as he smirk when someone recognized her and ask her for a picture.

After a while she get alone with Rey and Rose, they told her stories about when they were in high school, how Poe was a success on his first concert on the auditorium and how he was the lonely wolf, never see him with a girl, Yn keep hearing to the stories as she look for him through the room, that’s when she notice him talking and smiling with another girl, Rey follow your eyes and notice your intrigued.

-So Yn, how does it feel to date a rockstar?- Rey asked her, Yn smile.

-It been great- she answered.

-But?

-I don’t know, sometimes it feel like he paint a line that no matter what I do I can cross it.

-Well you shouldn’t feel that way.

-Why?

-You’re the first girlfriend he introduce us- she said, but you watch him leave with the same girl.

-Yeah you probably right- she said with a weak smile.

The rest of the night was a blur, after the night came most of his friends want to go to a bar, she was standing beside to the bar looking at her drink, she haven’t notice that Poe was walking to her until he put a hand on her back, making her jump a little, she gave him a weak smile.

-Are you ok?- he asked, she nod.

-who is she?- he look down knowing what she was talking about.

-Her name is Elisse, she’s just a friend...

-Are you sure about that?

-Poe!- Snap said from the karaoke -They had your song, they had never had.

-I don’t think this is a good time- he said but everyone start to cheer up.

-Go, your fans are waiting- he nod.

Poe slowly make his way to the scenario, when he finally was there he try to sing it with the music on the back grown but after a few seconds he asked for a guitar and prepared, Yn sat beside Rey and listen to him and as the song start he look at her but after a particular verse his eyes leave her and look at the girl from earlier,and she notice her reaction and the way they smiled to each other for the rest of the song. When he was done he get down of the scenario and snap take his place.

-So I know you guys know Poe but what about his famous girlfriend? Lady’s and gentleman she’s the winner of one tony award please give it up for Yn.

She look at Rey who smiled and Finn took her hand and guide her to scenario, the people around her cheer and applauded, she took her time peaking the song she was about to sing, when she finally did she place in front of the scenario.

-Hi, I know many of you don’t know who I am but snap want me to sing, don’t you want to join me?- she asked him making him laugh -any way this one is a slow down sad, but slow maybe perfect for a dance.

She gave the bartender the sing to play the song, a few guys didn’t mind and take their partners to dance, one of those couples were Poe and Elisse, she try her best to ignore them and keep singing. Poe know that he was being selfish, that he was getting her but the moment he saw Elisse he couldn’t help but being curious and in a blink of an eye he was talking out side with her feeling like that crazy teen he was in love with her and now he was dancing with her in front of his girlfriend. When the song was finish he saw her get down of the scenario and walk out of the bar, he excuse himself and follow her.

-Hey Yn!- he yell at her but she keep walking -Wait!- he took at her from the arm.

-What do you want Poe? I though you were busy with Elisse.

-Yn I can explain...

-This is why you bring me here? You want me know that you were in love with her and...

-I loved her but...

-But know you feel the same- she said and the she chuckle -you know I always feel there was a line you didn’t want me to cross and know I get it, you were waiting for her...

-Of course not!

-I heard you Poe!- he look at her confuse -That song never had was for her and then... she was the one who were talking to you because who you were and no who you are... so you were a different person because hearing all those stories make me wonder if I really know you, if you really want me to know you...- he didn’t say anything, she scuff -And then the way you look at her when you were singing... you remember what I told you when you asked me to be with you-he stay quiet -I told you that I was all in this relationship only if you were all in, I been hurt before Poe and I won’t be hurt again, so I’m going to go I won’t be the girl who step between you.

-Yn I...

She was alone on her room, thinking on everything that was happening, she wouldn’t lie if she wish that Poe was going to stopped her, but her heart broke when he didn’t, she tried to keep her mind busy, buy a ticket to leave in the morning, she gather her things from the room trying to finish before Poe get back, she almost finish when someone nock on her door, when she opened it Poe was outside, she didn’t said anything as she move so he could come in to the room.

-What do you want?- she asked.

-Finn propose to Rose- he said as he look at the window -He start to talk about all that time together, as he want her to be the first thing he saw when he wake up and the last thing he want to see when he going to sleep, he want to grow old with her, and then he... he said something about that he want her to be in every moment of his life, in the good times and the bad times- he scoff -it sound more like the wedding vows you know- he said but she didn’t move -What I’m trying to say is that every time he said something I was imagine everything but the only girl that I see was you, I want you to be there on the opening night of every play you do and I’ll be the guy who is going to scream “that’s my girl” when the play is over, I want to be there when you win all those Tony’s, I want you to be there when I present an album, I want you to be there to tell me what I’m doing wrong...

-You sure you don’t want Elisse to be there?- she asked making him shook his head.

-I won’t lie to you, I was in loved with her when we were in high school and one part of me was curios about her but also confuse... and then she kiss me- she look at him -but I didn’t felt anything, it didn’t felt anything compare to the way I feel when you kiss me, like if the world stuck for a moment and we are just the two of us- he walk close to her and cup her cheek -I can’t unwrite never had but I will write you a thousand songs just for you- he said -You said that you were all in, well I’m all in with you, I want this Yn, I want you, so what do you say?- she thought for a second.

-I don’t really need a thousand songs- she said with a smile, he kiss her -and I’m excited to hear you screaming on the opening night- she said making him laugh.

-I’ll be on the first row, baby- he said as he kiss her again.

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stayndays · 4 years

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𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟏: Don’t Be Suspicious

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆! This chapter includes:

Possible Story/Grammatical Errors

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : “You came here to assist your boss at a party he’s invited to, not to solve a murder with a group of strangers you’ve just met. Yet here you are, staring at the dead mansion owner who hosted the party in the first place, surrounded by nine men with high statuses in society: and one of them is a murderer. The question is who? And can you solve the mystery without being killed yourself?”

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“You got this?” Hyunjin asks you nervously while you straighten out your outfit, his hands on your shoulders.

“I’ll be fine, you?” he nods in exchange, and you motion for him and Jeongin to shoo so you could walk in casually. Clearing your throat as quietly as you can, you lightly knock on the door twice before entering the bedroom, making sure to leave the door open enough for Hyunjin to sneak in later on.

“Jisung?” Your eyes drift over to the mounds of assorted items and clothes, thrown around messily across the carpet floor. You suppose that this was Jisung’s attempt to search for evidence. He whips his head around at your call, and smiles when he notices it’s you.

“Y/N! Thank you so much for saving me earlier, it means a lot,” Jisung praises you. “Say, can you close the door for me? I don’t want anybody to listen to us.”

Your eyes widen in surprise at his sudden request, and on instinct, you rush to close the door.��Oh, of course! I don’t want one of my fellow friends to be locked up or even worse…” you manage to speak out while focusing on closing the door, but not all the way like Jisung wanted it. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice, or at least care. “Are you searching for something right now?” you attempt to change the subject while moving over so Jisung’s back is facing towards the door, and your eyes could clearly see what’s behind him.

“Yup! And yes, it was a close call. But…” Jisung clicks his tongue. “You aren’t teamed up with the others, correct? You gave me a scare a while ago, and I just want to confirm.”

“I’m with you two, but how about you and Minho? Didn’t Minho say something against you last house meeting?” you inquire, trying to drag out the conversation for as long as possible so Hyunjin can grab the key.

“We patched that up! Minho just said that to confuse them, so you don’t have to worry about us,” Jisung beams, and you try to match his grin with a shaky laugh.

“But what’s the truth then, who threw the knife-”

You’re cut off by Jisung, who looks like he’s trying to steer the conversation away from that particular topic. “Anyways! I’m getting a bit suspicious of Changbin, actually. You want to know why?”

“How come?” you blink in surprise at his random suspicion, but urge him to continue. At this point, your eyes glance over at Hyunjin’s hand wrapped around the door for a split second, but focus back on Jisung in matters time.

“Because! He was so quick to jump onto the bandwagon to label me as the killer. What if, now get this, Changbin wanted everybody to believe I was the murderer, so he can kill me and get away with it?” Jisung exclaims, using his pointing finger for exaggeration. “And he’s definitely insane, kind of like ‘The Tell-Tale Heart’ by Edgar Allen Poe? Can you believe it’s been more than a century since it’s been released?” You quickly shake your head no to match his energy, raising your eyebrows with curiosity. Hyunjin’s now fully inside of the room at this point, and was somehow able to enter without a single sound.

“But then he might target me now! So I’m a bit worried, the murderer already tried to kill Jeongin, maybe even you, so what if I’m next?” Jisung’s movements are getting more frantic, his arms and hands creating all sorts of gestures, making it harder for Hyunjin to snatch the key without causing Jisung to look behind him. He sends you a look practically saying “Help me” and you know what to do.

Grabbing the sides of Jisung’s arms, like how Hyunjin did with you awhile ago, you shoot him a sympathetic expression, Jisung freezing up at your actions. “Hey, calm down. You’ll be fine,” you say in the most calm voice you can manage. You catch Hyunjin’s hand etching closer and closer to Jisung’s pocket, and he uses his middle and index finger to scissor the keys out.

Keys out. Apparently, when Hyunjin grabbed what he thought was only one key, he instead pulled out three, all held in a circular, metal loop.

“Thanks for the reminder, Y/N.” You let go of your grip on Jisung, watching the door close silently. If you listen extremely closely with your ears, you might even be able to hear Hyunjin’s footsteps pattering down the staircase, reaching Jeongin, who’s back in the guest bedroom downstairs.

Jisung continues talking, “I might bring up my suspicion about Changbin at the next meeting-”

“Next meeting? W-When do you plan on it?” you stutter out, still processing the sudden information. This wasn’t a part of the plan.

“Hmm… in five to ten minutes time? The four of us upstairs are just scanning the area for any more little clues, I haven’t found anything so far, though,” Jisung laughs airly, the same laugh you’d do if you got bad marks on a test and joked to your friends about it.

“I can see that,” you take another look at the mess surrounding your figure, exhaling through a small opening of your mouth. “Well, I’ll be off now. I just wanted to check on you.” You loop around Jisung’s confused body, making your way to the entrance.

“Wait, where are you going?” he tries to force an answer out of you.

“Downstairs! See you soon, Jisung,” you wave him off with a pleased look on your face, and close the door shut.

However, halfway down the stairs, you hear labored breathing coming from back upstairs. “Y/N!” It’s Jisung, why does he look so disheveled?

“Hm? Yes?” you hum casually, but deep in your mind, you’re panicking.

“Have you seen my- uh- my-” Jisung pats down the pockets of his fancy coat with fear coating his eyes.

“Your what, Jisung?” you cock your head to the side, hopefully appearing as though you’re confused on what Jisung’s trying to say.

Oh, you know what he’s looking for. And it’s not good.

“Ah, forget about it,” he runs a hand through his hair before turning around and marching back into the room he was previously in. You blink in surprise when you figure he’s given up, and shake your head, struggling to forget your previous interaction with him, and continue down the stairs.

“Good news,” you start off. “We got the key, more than one key, actually!” Hyunjin proudly holds up the collections of keys dangling on his finger, and Jeongin lightly applauds the two of you. “Bad news… I’m pretty certain Jisung knows they’re missing. Along with that, he wants to hold a group meeting in a few minutes, so we don’t have much time until we have to cover ourselves up and lie.”

Jeongin groans in agony. “My goodness, why can’t we just have a peaceful escape attempt?”

Hyunjin chuckles quietly before answering Jeongin’s question. “Because there’s a murderer, two people trying to kill the murderer, and five people trying to solve it. Of course it’s not going to be easy, Jeongin.”

“Now that we have the keys, though, where should we check first?” you break up their conversation, getting down to business straight away.

Hyunjin clears his throat. “Right. Well, we know that the front door is too risky, and the backyard door is also kind of risky, so that leaves…”

“The trapdoor in the kitchen?” Jeongin finishes Hyunjin’s thought, to which he nods in approval.

You stand up abruptly, catching the other two’s attention. “Then let’s go.”

The three of you make your way down to the kitchen, pausing when you hear loud voices coming from upstairs. Understanding that you don’t have much time to waste, you all crouch down next to the trapdoor while Hyunjin pulls out the keys.

The first key is a rusty copper, which is longer than all of the other keys. The second, unlike the first one, is sparkling clean, showing off its silver tone. And finally, the third one is a stub compared to the other two, painted in a gold color. Hyunjin tries the silver one first, but can’t even reach past the opening. He then tries the copper

Peering down into the hole, there’s a wooden ladder leaning against the wall for support, which you assumed was there to access the room below in the first case. The flooring and walls are cobblestone, but it’s so dark inside that you can barely see what hides deep inside.

“Well, how should we go on with this?” Jeongin asks the two of you.

After much thought, the three of you decide on two main choices. The first one being that all three of you enter at the same time, and hope for the best. The second plan shows that only one of you enter the room below the mansion, and the other two are in charge of covering for them.

WHICH PLAN DO YOU CHOOSE?

Hmmm... Let’s stir things up a bit.

From now on, every single vote will be a limited voting box. Is that clear?

Let’s hope you catch the next one.

Good luck, players. May the Killer King spare you today.

[ VOTE HERE. ]

CHOICE CHOSEN: #1 - You | #2 - Hyunjin

VOTING RATIO: #1 = 3-1-0 | #2 = 0-3-2 (Response 9 was a tiebreaker vote)

ROUTE CHOSEN: Escape the Mansion

OFFICIAL ALLIES: Jeongin and Hyunjin

BEST NAME IN THE VOTING BOX: “mommy shark doo doo doo doo doo doo mommy shark doo doo doo doo doo doo mommy shark doo doo doo doo doo doo mommy shark”

THEORIES (Will be answered with either Yes, No, or Cannot Say)

Response 2: Yes. Yes and no.

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summahsunlight · 4 years

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Reader Request, #35 and #37 with Poe

Title: One Last KIss

Rating: T

Word Count: 1785

Pairings: Poe x Pilot!Reader

Summary: From 50 Angsty Questions Prompt list (here), #35 “Can I have one last kiss?” and #37 “Is this how you thought your life would be?”

Warnings: Heavy angst, implied major character death

Request from anon: “35 & 37 with Poe?” Thanks for the request! This one was much longer than I had originally anticipated, but there were so many parts to this that I wanted to include. Hope you like it! Remember, comments, likes, asks, or reblogs about this work are always appreciated. Happy reading friends!❤️

Everything had happened so fast.

Poe had been joking and flirting with you over the comms while you made your final sweep on this recon mission, and then out of nowhere, you were ambushed. Bounty hunters looking to make payday. Both you and Poe managed to take care of them, but not before Poe’s fighter was badly damaged.

You were forced to watch it go down. The stars spun in front of you as you sent a panicky distress call to the Resistance. Commander Dameron was hit, you needed medical assistance--because there was no way Poe had not survived the crash. That was just what he did--survived.

Landing your own fighter close to the crash, it had barely touched the terrain when you opened the hatched and jumped out of the cockpit. You tossed your flight helmet as you ran for the wreckage of Poe’s x-wing, heart beating so fast you were sure it was going to beat right out of your chest. “Poe!”

BB-8 responded with frantic screeches. You climbed up onto the smoking wreckage and helped the little droid out of the socket. It took you a few seconds to find the emergency hatch release, but once you did, you yanked on it hard.

Nothing prepared you for the sight before you.

Poe’s blast shield was cracked, blood spattered on it. His orange flight suit. was covered in blood. Carefully, you wedged yourself into his cockpit and heard him groan in pain. Relief washed through you--he was alive. “If I’d known crashing my ship would have gotten you in my lap... I would have done it sooner.”

“Don’t joke,” you snapped at him, gently removing his helmet to inspect his head injury. “This is a serious situation, Poe. You’re hurt, badly.”

“How...how bad?” Poe asked, his eyes locking with yours. When you refused to answer, he asked again, “How bad is it, princess?”

Damn that nickname, damn him for using it in that exact moment. Tears instantly sprang to your eyes as your hands pressed down on the chest wound that was bleeding profusely. “You’re... you’re gonna be fine,” you lied to him, even as his blood stained your fingers and flight suit.

Poe gazed at you sympathetically. “I’ve been around long enough, survived enough crashes--I know it’s not good. You don’t have to lie to me, Y/N. I know...”

You cut him off before he could finish that sentence. “It’s bad, yes! But you’re going to be fine, Poe!” Please, you have to fine! I need you! BB-8 moaned nearby and you choked over your next words. “If you die, whose gonna look after BeeBee?”

“Just figured you would. He likes you.”

“Yes, well, I like him too but he isn’t going to need me. He’ll have you!”

“Is this how you thought your life would be?”

“Not even close; although I knew at some point you’d be bleeding all over me.”

He smiled, wistfully at you. Poe’s eyes were beginning to glaze over, you could see the tint of his pink lips starting to turn blue and you desperately pressed down harder on the wound. Where is that rescue transport! It had felt like hours since Poe had crashed, in reality it was probably only minutes. You had never felt time move so slow before.

It felt like there were walls pressing around you, watching the life slowly leave Poe’s body, watching the spark fade from his beautiful brown eyes--you should have told him, the morning after Snap and Karé’s wedding, the morning after Poe had kissed you at the party--you should have told him you loved him.

Now, he was lying underneath your hands, dying and there was no stopping it.

“Can I have one last kiss?” Poe whispered, drawing your attention to his ashen face. “Please.”

“Stop talking like this, you’re going to be fine, Poe,” you cried, tears streaming down your dirty cheeks. “Help is coming, okay?”

“Princess...

“No! I won’t let you die!”

Your words though couldn’t stop it; Poe’s eyes slipped shut just as you heard BB-8 squeal that the transport was here, it had arrived. They’re too late, you thought, falling against Poe’s chest and burying your face against his neck. “Poe! Please! Don’t leave me... don’t go where I can’t follow! Please.”

He said nothing. You sobbed as the world around you shattered. Hands were pulling you away from Poe’s body and someone was leading you towards the rescue transport while the others worked on getting Poe out of the x-wing.

At least there would be a burial, at least you could contact his father and let him know that he could bury his son on Yavin IV, next to his mother. That’s where Poe would want to be buried, you decided. He loved Shara. She was why he became a pilot.

It was only fitting that Poe’s final resting place was with her.

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After arriving back on base and watching as Poe was taken away, Jessika helped you get out of your blood soaked flight suit, into the shower, and then when you were done showering, she helped you get back into clean clothes. From there, she took you by the hand to the mess, where she insisted you needed to at least have some water.

You numbly went along, not bother to talk or look at anyone. Poe was gone. He was gone and it was your fault. You hadn’t done enough to save him. It made you wish you had died as well. Something bumped into your leg and you realized it was BB-8. You vividly remembered Poe saying that he thought you would be the one to step up and take care of his beloved droid.

Fresh tears assaulted you and you felt Jessika’s arm snake around your shoulders, pulling you closer to her. She was muttering words of comfort, letting you know that it wasn’t your fault, you’d done everything you could... Poe wouldn’t want everyone to be so upset...

...that last part was probably true. Poe would be the kind of guy that would want his friends to tell funny, embarrassing stories about him, to remember him fondly, not how he’d looked in the final moments of his life. “He asked me to kiss him.”

“What?” Jessika quipped, not sure she had heard right.

“On the planet, he asked me to kiss him one last time,�� you said.

“When, when did you kiss him the first time?”

“Snap and Karé’s wedding. We were so drunk. I didn’t think he remembered.”

Jessika continued to hug you. “Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

You let your tears continue to fall. “I never told him how I felt.”

She leaned her head against yours, and cried with you. “He knew; he might not have come out and said it to us, but the way he talked about you, he knew--he knew how you felt about him--he felt the same way about you.”

This hurt even more knowing that you had missed your chance to be together, even if it was only meant to be for a short period of time. Suddenly, you were glad that Jessika was only making you drink some water because you didn’t think you could stomach any food as she led you into the mess hall.

Black Squadron was sure to take care of you. They were grieving themselves, but they knew it was worse for you having been there in Poe’s final moments, knowing how you loved him. You were grateful for their companionship. Each one of them offered to walk you back to your quarters after you had some water and something to eat because Karé insisted--you declined. You had BB-8 to keep you company, you didn’t need anyone else at that moment.

So, with BB-8 rolling sadly alongside you, you headed back to your room. You already had a charging station for him--when Poe was away on missions that BB-8 couldn’t go on with him, the little droid would spend the evening in your room. It was no wonder Poe thought you would be the one to care for his droid.

Not his droid anymore; your droid.

You flopped down onto your bunk as BB-8 went to the charging station and plugged in for the night. Twenty-four hours ago your life had been so much different. There hadn’t been this pain inside of you gnawing away. Poe, I miss you.

The knock on your door started you. Jumping off the bunk you rushed to answer it. “General Organa! Ma’am...can I...do you need me for something?”

Leia smiled at you and shook her head. “No, Captain.Well, actually, yes, I do need you for something. There’s a patient down in the medical bay that keeps asking for you. Can you come down to see them?”

Confused, you nodded and agreed to go with her. You couldn’t possibly think of any patients that would be asking for you; your friends had all been fine at dinner--with the exception of feeling the large void left behind by Poe--but there was nothing in the medical bay that could help with that.

It turned out, however, there was.

Poe.

Leia placed her hand on your shoulder as you looked at him, eyes wide. “He was barely clinging to life when you arrived back on base. Medics didn’t think he was going to make it--he’s stubborn. When he woke up he kept asking if you were okay. We told him you were fine. He needed to see you.”

Swallowing your tears, you stepped inside Poe’s room. He was asleep for now, hooked up to every monitor imaginable--but he was breathing, on his own. He was alive. He hadn’t left you at all. Frozen in place for a few moments you stood there, then turned slightly to find Leia, but she was gone. When you glanced back in Poe’s direction, his eyes were open, looking at you.

Relief shown on his face, the color still not quite back in his cheeks yet. “You’re alright,” he sighed. “They told me I was the only one hurt but I...guess I needed to see it to believe it.”

“I thought...I thought you were dead,” you cried, quietly. “We all did.”

“For a while there, I thought I was dead too,” he deadpanned.

“Don’t joke, this is a serious situation, Poe,” you repeated, “You were hurt, badly.”

“Yeah, I know. Hey,” Poe said, smiling at you softly, his voice weak, “you never gave me that kiss.”

You didn’t hesitate this time; this time you moved across the room, sitting on his bed, and took his face between your hands and kissed him.

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citizen-l · 3 years

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03. Dinner

Despite everything being white, the food was delicious. Apparently it was tradition that every weekend, if there were no other engagements, they would all gather in one of their places, usually it was Chen and Minseok's apartment since it was away from campus.

"Why does it have to be outside campus?" Chanyeol asked while biting into white asparagus.

"Baek, you wanna explain?" Minseok laughed.

"Loud music," Baekhyun said quickly and took a sip of water. The music in the background was some mild trap beats, pretty chill.

"You mean loud moaning," Jongin mumbled from the side and Baekhyun choked on water, which earned Jongin an upside on the head.

"Let's not make our new guest think we're savages!" exclaimed Poe's wife, Chanyeol couldn't remember her name.

"Well, now that you've mentioned, it'd be more awkward if we didn't explain it," Chen laughed.

"We tend to go a little wild, Chanyeol," Poe said. "Especially after a sufficient amount of drinks."

"I need a drink for this," Baekhyun sighed and got up.

"Have some wine," another ghost smirked.

"Not that," Baekhyun said, going into the kitchen and grabbing a beer from the fridge.

"It was probably our second or third gathering, and back then we had some...entertaining ideas," Chen explained.

"We thought it'd be fun to have a BDSM themed party," Minseok said bluntly. "And someone had the brilliant idea to get me drunk."

"How were we supposed to know you could down a keg without feeling tipsy?" Chen whined.

"Long story short, everyone ended up drunk except Minseok, and we took our theme a bit too seriously...in Baekhyun's apartment."

"Wait," Chanyeol didn't know if he wanted to laugh or be horrified. "Where was Sehun?"

Baekhyun was still in the kitchen with his back to everyone, his ears redder than his pink hair.

"The roommate?" Chen asked. "Probably at some party. It was during Halloween, I think."

"Aren't you gonna tell him the worst part?" Baekhyun returned with his beer. "How the neighbors called the cops and we had to explain why we were dressed in harness and handcuffs?"

Chanyeol choked on the potato.

"It was Halloween," Chen said innocently.

"Or why someone was bound to the bed," Minseok raised a brow at Chen.

"Role play."

"Yeah, it didn't end well, and I'm never going through that again," Baekhyun said. "You wanna have your sexcapades, you can have it in your own apartment."

"If I remember correctly," Chen started, but was soon silenced with a kick under the table by Baekhyun.

Well, that was...interesting.

“Don’t worry, we try not to go overboard after that incident,” Chen reassured Chanyeol.

“Sure,” Jongin grumbled, and everyone laughed.

“Oh, that was all your fault,” Poe said. “Jongin’s initiation was legendary.”

“Initiation?” Chanyeol was confused, they sounded like a cult.

“Yeah, Jongin wasn’t part of our original friend circle,” Minseok explained. “Some of them left after the first few parties, but we loved this, so we thought why not invite more people who’d like this.”

“And,” Chen added. “We just wanted to make more friends who are like us.”

“I was nothing like you lot,” Jongin said in the most dramatic way possible, which only proved Chen’s point.

“Well, we thought differently,” Baekhyun said. “And he was already friends with us in class so he was the perfect candidate.”

“It feels like you wanted him to join your cult,” Chanyeol said and Baekhyun’s cheeks lit up with a smile.

“That’s exactly what it was!” Jongin said exasperatedly. “They lured me in, invited me to a party telling me they wanted to get to know me more, and I thought I was this special guy who caught the eyes of his seniors.”

“Jongin, you are a special guy!” Chen lifted his glass.

“Well, turns out,” Jongin ignored the interruption. “They thought it’d be fun to have a horror themed party, for a guy who can’t even tolerate the idea of ghosts.”

“Oh man, I still remember your screams,” Medusa laughed.

“And remember how he thought Taemin was a real ghost because of his long hair and make up,” the brunette, Soyeon, wiped a tear.

“I was kinda proud of that performance,” Lucifer, Taemin, smiled. “I just wish we recorded it all.”

“Thank god, nobody thought of it,” Jongin gulped down his wine.

They went on with their banters and laughter, Chanyeol honestly felt special that they were willing to share this with him. He genuinely enjoyed being there among this eccentric group of people. None of his other friends were like this, this wasn’t the usual crowd he hung out with. His usual friends were music people, and they were usually busy mixing tapes, participating in recitals, or playing a gig at some quaint bar on weekends. He occasionally saw them at parties on campus outside of class, or at times when they had group projects. None as close enough to call them up for a weekend get together.

Or maybe Chanyeol wasn’t the type of person who got close to people.

It wasn’t a lie that he usually avoided people and large gatherings. Sehun usually took matters into his own hands to get Chanyeol out of his room and into the world. But lately, Sehun was too preoccupied with Junmyeon to have time for his best friend. And it wasn’t that Chanyeol minded, per se. It was just that, he now realized he never felt like he actually enjoyed the company of others as much as he was enjoying this dinner party.

“Alright, time for cake,” Baekhyun said.

“I’ll get them,” Chanyeol said before Baekhyun got up. The cakes were heavy after all the decorating was done. And even though Baekhyun made sure to hide his bandage under the frills of his shirt, Chanyeol hadn’t forgotten.

“I’ll help,” Chen said and came with Chanyeol to the kitchen. “You having fun?”

Chanyeol at first didn’t realize Chen was talking to him until he saw Peter Pan waiting for him to answer. “Oh yeah, not what I was expecting when I was invited, but this is really nice.”

“I’m glad,” Chen brought out small plates.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Chanyeol waited as Chen started to cut the cakes. “Why did you guys invite me?”

“Why do you ask?” Chen laughed.

“Well, because, from what I gathered, you guys don’t invite just anyone on a whim to this party,” Chanyeol said. “This is, I think, very important to all of you. And I’m a stranger, practically.”

“The fact that you understand is reason enough to think inviting you was a great decision,” Chen said. “Yes, this is important. But we’re not a cult, despite how we might act sometimes. And we like making new friends.”

Chanyeol can understand that, but it still felt like a weak explanation.

“There is also the fact that you saved Baek, and he wouldn’t shut up about you,” Chen laughed.

Chanyeol stopped and stared. Okay?

“Half of us actually thought he was making shit up after what happened yesterday,” Chen said. “So when you showed up, we just couldn’t contain our curiosity about you, I guess.”

“What happened yesterday? You mean me showing up at Baekhyun’s place and scaring him half to death which led to everything else?” Chanyeol said while gathering the plates and forks.

“Uh, yeah, crazy chain of events,” Chen laughed after a while. “Let’s go.”

“You didn’t think it was going to be over so soon, did you?”

Of course he did. Chanyeol didn’t think this dinner party would be anything more than a dinner party. Apparently, he was wrong.

They got on their coats and decided to walk a few blocks down to another place. Chanyeol kind of enjoyed the procession, people staring while trying to be discreet about it but failing. A group of people in white clothes, white coats, walking down the sidewalk without a care, laughing and talking as if nobody else is on the street. Chanyeol was somewhat jealous, that kinda confidence only came with being surrounded by supportive and like-minded people.

“You okay? Enjoying yourself?” Baekhyun lightly jabbed an elbow to his side.

“Yeah, you?” Chanyeol asked. “How’s your hand?”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s fine. I hope my friends didn’t scare you or anything. They can be a bit much sometimes.”

“Nah, they’re pretty amazing people. You have cool friends,” Chanyeol said and watched Baekhyun’s cheeks redden as he smiled. “Thanks for inviting me.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” Baekhyun laughed. “Wait till the night is over, I’d feel lucky if you don’t run away embarrassed.”

“Why would I be embarrassed?”

The place they arrived at was some kind of a club. Rainbow lights hung under an open space, the bar at one end seemed too well stocked and overcrowded. Chanyeol didn’t know what this was, but he loved it. The music was upbeat, but not too loud or annoying, he appreciated good music. People danced, some sat in garden chairs around small tables. This felt like a backyard turned into a nightclub, but Chanyeol loved the relaxed vibe.

“Hey! How was the party?” The bartender asked before Soyeon practically jumped over the bar to kiss him.

“Ugh get a room,” Jongin scrunched his nose and moved over to the dance floor.

There was definitely something in his voice, Chanyeol would have to be deaf to not notice.

“They used to date,” Baekhyun whispered beside him. “Jongin and Lay, didn’t work out.”

Judging by the blissed out smile Lay the bartender was giving Soyeon, he was pretty okay with things not working out with Jongin. Jongin, evidently, was not. But he didn’t linger, laughing and pulling the Medusa, Jessi, into a spin towards the dance floor. Jessi in turn grabbed Baekhyun and before Chanyeol knew it, he was sitting with Poe and his bride at a table nursing a beer and watching people laugh and dance in all their white glory.

“So, how did you like our party?” Poe’s wife, Lisa, asked in conversation.

“Not what I expected,” Chanyeol said. “But it was very enjoyable, thank you for having me.”

“I was a bit skeptical about you, not gonna lie,” Poe asked, Chanyeol couldn’t remember his name, he wasn’t at the rehearsal earlier that day. “The last time Baekhyun brought someone, it was a bit of a disaster.”

“We don’t talk about it,” Lisa joked. “And after Baekhyun told us what happened with you last night, we were sort of too eager to know who you were. Minseok legit thought Baek made you up.”

“Yeah, he does that a lot,” Poe said. “Bit of a drama queen. So how long have you two been dating?”

Chanyeol spat out his beer, coughing ridiculously. He genuinely did not see that coming.

“Uh, we’re not, we’re not together, or dating, or anything like that,” Chanyeol said once he drank some water from the bottle Lisa gave him.

“But, you were at his place, I thought…”

“No, nothing like that,” Chanyeol said. “His roommate is my friend, Sehun, he’s dating my roommate. And...yeah.”

How to say you got kicked out of your own place because two people wanted to bang without being embarrassed? You couldn’t. Chanyeol hoped he didn’t have to elaborate further.

“Oh! So that’s why Baek said he got scared when you showed up out of the blue,” Lisa laughed. “We just thought you surprised him after your date tomorrow.”

“Nah, I wasn’t his date. I was told he would be out so I would spend the night alone in Sehun’s room. Didn’t think he’d be home.”

Poe and Lisa exchanged some worried glances but they didn’t say anything further. Chanyeol sipped his beer and tried not to be too obvious about watching two Victorian ghosts dancing with Medusa.

“You don’t dance?” Baekhyun asked as he sat down beside Chanyeol.

“Not if I can help it,” Chanyeol said.

“Alright, Darcy,” Baekhyun laughed.

“Who?”

“So what have you been doing sitting here all alone?”

It had been a while since Poe and Lisa went on to dance, asking Chanyeol to join a few times but leaving eventually when he wasn’t budging.

“Just enjoying the scene, vibing. This place is pretty cool, I like the music,” Chanyeol said.

“Yeah, Lay makes music like you, he’s older though, maybe two years your senior. He’d have joined the dinner if he didn’t have to take up an emergency shift tonight.”

“So how many are part of the cult?” Chanyeol asked jokingly, getting a giggle out of Baekhyun. Worth it.

“There’s me, Minseok, and Jongdae, I mean Chen. We’re the originals,” Baekhyun giggled again. “Then Jessi, Lisa, Taemin, Lay. We brought in Jongin, Lisa brought in her boyfriend Justin. And Lay invited Soyeon.”

“And you invited me,” Chanyeol said.

“Yeah. There were a few more, they didn’t quite vibe with us much, left after a while.”

“Justin said you brought someone else long ago,” Chanyeol said before he could stop himself. He really didn’t plan to ask, he didn’t want to overstep, especially after Lisa said they don’t talk about it. But he couldn’t help it. And judging by the stiffness of Baekhyun’s shoulders, he made a mistake. He tried to lessen the damage. “Did they leave as well?”

“Uh, yeah, we didn’t really have...he had a falling out with us. So we sort of stopped interacting.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be, he was a little bitch.”

Baekhyun didn’t say anything afterward, so Chanyeol decided to change the subject.

“So, you guys come here every week?”

“No, not really. Depends. If we decide to drink too much, we usually stay over and don’t go out. If there is something special going on, like the carnival a few weeks back, we usually go for a visit. Tonight was a special occasion, your initiation, and also, Lay missed the dinner, so Minseok wanted to bring him some food and cake.”

“My initiation,” the words finally registered. “Does that mean I’m part of the cult now?”

“It’s not a cult, don’t be dramatic,” Baekhyun laughed. “But yes, you’re part of it, which means you’ll be invited to all future dinners, unless you don’t want to be a participant, which is cool too. No pressure. But if you do decide to join, you might want to be more serious about the themes. Chen said Minseok is planning something big for the winter solstice, maybe a Greek Mythology theme. Dibs on Apollo, if that happens.”

“Okay.”

“You think we’re crazy.”

“I don’t think you’re crazy,” Chanyeol said honestly. Eccentric, yes. Not crazy, though. It was actually kinda interesting, fun too. And every one of these people that Chanyeol got to talk to seemed very intelligent so far. They had arguments about Euripides and Bernard Shaw while eating cake, and Chanyeol enjoyed it even though he couldn’t understand one bit what was going on.

“It’s a getaway,” Baekhyun asked as he watched his friends dance and laugh and make fun of each other. “This started as a sort of intervention, a gathering to talk out problems and be civil about it, have dinner, talk things out, have fun. And now it’s like we’re committed. I missed maybe two dinners since we started this last year, and both times I felt like crap afterwards. It’s become a confort.”

It reminded Chanyeol of family brunches on weekends, except there usually weren’t much comfort these days. But he understood the sentiment. And to be invited to be a part of it was a huge deal. To be invited by Baekhyun at that, who has not invited anyone except him and one other person, that person turning out to be not the friend they hoped for, Chanyeol felt some pressure about making a good impression just so Baekhyun won’t have a hard time with his friends.

“I hope you friends didn’t dislike me,” Chanyeol said.

“Oh, trust me, they liked you,” Baekhyun said. “They threatened to not let me in without you next time. It’s an empty threat, don’t worry. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

Right. Well, now, Chanyeol sort of wanted to attend dinner next week. Maybe he can bring some of his famous savory dishes.

It should alarm Chanyeol that he was thinking about cooking for a dozen people just to attend a dinner so Baekhyun didn’t look bad to his friends. It should alarm him, but he liked spending time with them, with Baekhyun. Enough to dress up again and cook food.

Either something was definitely wrong with him, or that one kiss was getting to his head.

Ask him, a voice in his head screamed at him. Ask him!

But what would Baekhyun answer?

It was just to thank him for taking care of Baekhyun?

The kiss wasn’t that heated, if Chanyeol was being honest with himself. A chaste goodbye kiss. That tasted like strawberries.

“Chanyeol?” Baekhyun asked, and it looked like he’d been calling his name for a while now. “How much did you drink?” He laughed.

“Not much,” Chanyeol said.

“Your face looks pretty red, you sure you’re not drunk?”

“I’m sure,” Chanyeol wasn’t even tipsy. He’d just been daydreaming about a stupid kiss.

“Well, it’s pretty late. Everyone else is staying over so they’ll probably be here another hour or so. Do you want to stay?”

“Are you leaving?” Chanyeol asked and Baekhyun nodded. “You’re not staying over. Because of me?”

“No, I just like my bed,” Baekhyun said. “I can drop you off if you don’t want to stay here anymore.”

“Okay.”

Maybe Chanyeol was a tiny bit tipsy, that was the only reason he could come up with to explain why he was thinking about Baekhyun’s bed.

“Are you sure you’re sober enough to drive though?” Chanyeol asked when he could think straight again.

“Yeah, don’t worry, I just had one beer tonight, I don’t drink much. Lightweight.”

They said their goodbyes and walked over to the apartment to get the car. They were on the road when Chanyeol got a text from Sehun.

“Stay over at my place, Baek will let you in.”

For some reason, the text made Chanyeol incredibly angry. The nerve! Sehun barely responded to any of Chanyeol’s texts or calls the whole day, and then, he had the nerve to tell Chanyeol that he couldn’t stay at his own home because…

“Uh, not to sound rude, but would it be okay if I stayed over at your place tonight?”

“Your roommate and Sehun at it again?” Baekhyun laughed.

Chanyeol just sighed. He was getting too tired of Junmyeon and Sehun acting like teenagers. If they wanted to spend every night together, they might as well move in together and leave Chanyeol his meager place.

“Don’t worry, you can stay over.”

Chanyeol sighed again, for a different reason.

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avasharpe · 4 years

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Spooky Scary Skeletons

Chapter: one/one

Summary: "What about a chick magnet and a chick?" Sara asked, pulling up the picture on her phone to show Ava.

"No," Ava said, scrunching up her nose in disgust.

The couple was lounging on the bed at Ava's house that night. With Sara laying on her stomach sideways across the bed and Ava leaning against the headboard with a glass of wine.

"Okay, what about a coffee barista and a frappuccino?" Sara asked.

Fandom: DC’s Legends of Tomorrow.

Relationship: Sara Lance/Ava Sharpe.

Characters: Sara Lance, Ava Sharpe, Charlie, Zari Tomaz, Mick Rory, Nora Darhk, and Ray Palmer.

Chapter Rating: General Audiences.

Additional Tags: Halloween, Costume Party, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Avalance Halloween fun! (This is an old one but It’s not posted here so!)

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"Hey, Sara?" Zari asked, pulling her yogurt spoon from her lips. "Can I turn the bridge into a haunted maze for the party?"

"What party?" Sara asked, sitting her oatmeal breakfast down on the table next to Ava.

It was a fairly late morning and the crew was lazy in their efforts to get up and start the day. The majority of them were still in their pajamas as they got breakfast and were not too chatty as they ate. Apart from Zari, Ray, and Ava who were always the early birds of the team.

"The Halloween party? We are having a party, right!" Zari exclaimed.

"A party?" Nate said, popping up his head from where he had been staring into his coffee.

"A party?" Ray sang, as cheerful as ever that morning.

"Oh no," Ava said, knowing exactly where this was going.

"Can we have a party?" Mona sang, perking up.

"Can I get drunk?" Mick added, smiling despite the weary look he had a moment ago.

"Can I get laid?" Charlie sang as they all broke out in song for the last verse.

"Will there be a pretty girl for me to serenade?"

"Not you too," Ava said looking over as had Nora joined in. "It’s too early for this."

"A party, a party. Can we have a party?"

"Can I get drunk? Can I get laid?"

"Will, there be a pretty girl for me to serenade?"

Ava dropped her head into her folded arms as everyone else sang the rhyme again, but Sara wrapped her arm around Ava’s shoulder giving her a quick squeeze. "All right that's enough. We can have a party, but keep it to the bridge."

"Yes!" They all shouted.

Zari pulled out her tablet and pulled up the Pinterest board she had made with all her ideas. Her enthusiasm was contagious as they all talked over each other about the drinks and decorations they wanted. Ava gave Sara a weary look knowing how out of control these things could get, but Sara just smiled and leaned in. She kissed her lips and scooted her chair closer to her.

"Relax, it’ll be fun. I promise."

"I don’t know," Ava said, still not on board with the party. "I’ve never even been tricking or treating, much less an actual Halloween party."

"All the more reason for us to do this, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. We can dress up, have some fun food and drinks and if you’re lucky I’ll dance for you."

Ava blushed and hind her pink cheeks in Sara’s shoulder, kissing her bare skin. "Okay."

Sara leaned her head down onto Ava’s and they enjoyed the quiet moment together, despite the loud and busy conversation happening in front of them. That is, until Zari decided to try out the strobe lights and dubstep music. Causing Ava to jump and fall back in her chair.

"Zari!" Ava shouted as Sara helped her up. "A little bit of warning next time okay."

"Oops."

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"What about a chick magnet and a chick?" Sara asked, pulling up the picture on her phone to show Ava.

"No, it just seems wrong," Ava said, scrunching up her nose in disgust.

The couple was lounging on the bed at Ava's house that night. With Sara laying on her stomach sideways across the bed and Ava leaning against the headboard with a glass of wine.

"Okay, what about a coffee barista and a frappuccino?" Sara asked.

"No, what about Marcie and Patty from Peanuts?" Ava asked showing Sara the photo she had found on her phone.

"No," Sara said, with a shake of her head. "We could do a cat lady and her cat."

"No, Mona said, she's doing that. Or something like that." Ava said, trying to think about what Mona was saying about her costume the other day.

"What about a skeleton and the grim reaper."

"No, but, what if we did Edgar Allan Poe and his raven?"

"No, what about a skeleton and a vampire!"

"No, if we're going to do a couples costume I want us to match more and why do I get the idea that all of your costumes are the sexy kind?" Ava asked looking down at Sara with her eyebrows raised.

Sara gave her a sultry smile and a wink. Ava just rolled her eyes and looked back down at her phone. It wasn't necessarily Ava’s first Halloween with Sara, but it was her first Halloween party. Last year they had just watched Halloween movies and handed out candy to trick-or-treaters and that was Ava's plan for this year as well, but Sara had never needed an excuse to dress up or to party.

"What about a pair of Beanie Babies?" Ava suggested.

"NO!" Sara yelled, rolling over onto her back and onto Ava's feet.

"Okay, Sara just admit it. You want to wear a skin tight costume, so I can try and find something we can agree on," Ava said, fed up with the current argument that was going nowhere.

"I just want to wear a sexy skin tight costume," Sara said, rolling over until she was resting in Ava's lap. "It's Halloween, I just want to have fun, get drunk, and wear a costume that has you staring at me all night."

"Okay fine," Ava said, letting her fingers run threw Sara's hair. "But I would rather wear something fun."

"Okay," Sara agreed.

They went over several options that they have been throwing at each other for the last hour. They had been having this fight all week as they tried to figure out something that they could do together. Now, they were down to the wire as it was October 30th.

"You really want to be a skeleton?" Ava asked.

"Yes," Sara said, smiling up at her.

"Okay, well I guess I could be a ghost, but like one with a white suit and hair."

Sara smiled imagining Ava in a suit with blood. She watched has Sara wiggled in excitement and got up from the bed. She went one grabbed Ava's Time Courier and opened a portal into their bedroom on the Waverider. Ava followed her threw the open portal as Sara opened the second drawer in the cabinet that was built into the wall and pulled out She held up the costume for Ava to see. It was definitely a sexy skin tight costume. It was a three piece skeleton corset, leggings, and black with white rimmed tutu.

Ava just shook her head and smiled. "Okay but now we need to get a costume for me."

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The Halloween party was in full swing. The majority of the lights had been turned off, leaving only red and gray lights. Zari had gotten an actual smoke machine that had flooded the ground. With ghosts and skeletons hung up around the room and a vast array of spider webs crisscrossed the ceiling Zari had gone all out. Ava had already managed to get caught up in one of the spider webs and after a cup of blood punch that was heavily spiked, she was happy to sit for the rest of the party talk with Nora at one of the tables.

"Why a witch?” Ava asked Nora as she set down her yellow and black scarf on the table narrowly avoiding one of the candles set up among the pumpkins.

Nora just shrugged, "I think Ray just wanted an excuse to wear the beard and I couldn't say no."

They both looked over to where Ray was dressed as Dumbledore complete with a long white beard, standing next to the food table and talking with Nate who was dressed as Indiana Jones.

"I suppose I don't have to ask why you chose your costume,” Nora said, referring to the ghost white and gray suit that Ava was wearing along with the skull makeup and splashes of blood and cuts, before looking over to where Sara was dancing with Mona and Charlie, the white skull face makeup and bones of her costume glowed in the dark light. Accenting the low cut corset and short skirt.

"It’s what she wanted."

Nora laughed and Ava rolled her eyes at her friend, looking back at Sara. She caught Ava’s eye and now was purposely dancing seductively until Charlie pulled her aside and they went over can grab another drink.

"We’re not whipped," Ava said looking back at Nora.

"No absolutely not," Nora said with a shake of her head and a frown on her lips, as she quickly took another sip of her drink.

"Yeah, of course not," Ava said shaking your head too fast.

They took one look at each other and burst out into a fit of giggles. They both knew that they were head over heels for their partners.

"Hey, did you finish the book club book?" Ava asked thinking about the Halloweenish, boy wizard book set in England. Mona had been appalled when both of them admitted they had never read it.

"Yes," Nora said reaching over and slapping Ava's arm. "And you should too it's actually pretty good. "

"I know," Ava said frowning at the thought. "I just read the first few pages, but it was just dull and childish and the way his family treats him…"

"It gets better," Nora said. "And you know how disappointed Mona is going to be."

"What's going to disappoint me?" Mona asked appearing at their table out of breath I'm dancing but smiling, complete with cute cat whiskers headband and cat ears.

"The fact that we didn't save you any of Lady Bird Johnson's pecan pie," Nora said, quickly covering and trying her best to not look guilty.

"Oh that's okay," Mona said, waving them off. "Besides I've already had three pieces of pumpkin pie, it's my true favorite."

"I'll have to remember that for Thanksgiving," Ava said with a smile.

Mona squealed and did a whole body wiggle. "I love the holidays! Now come on you have to come dance with me."

She grabbed both Nora and Avas’ arms ignoring their whines and groans of protest as she dragged them onto the dance floor.

Ava barely lasted for fifteen minutes, before she was making up an excuse that she was thirsty and headed for the drinks that were set up on the table in the parlor. It was a bit better lit than the rest of the bridge, although not by much. Ava almost tripped over Charlie who was crouched over on the floor with a broom and dustpan picking up shards of glass. Ava looked over the mess and grabbed a rag to help whipped up the spilled drinks.

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah, Charlie nodded. “It's just those fancy glasses Zari insisted on using. They just shatter the second they hit the floor."

"Are those part of the decorations?" Ava said looking closer to see the outline of bloody footprints leading out of the room.

"Oh bullocks. It must be from Sara, she said she was gonna go get the vacuum."

"I'm going to go check on her."

There was a heavy trail of blood from mostly side or heel footprints and Ava's worry grew as she followed them over to the bathroom across the hall, rather than to the Med-Bay where Sara should have gone. They stopped at the door to the bathroom and she quickly knocked.

"Hey Sara, it's me honey. Can you open the door?"

The door to the bathroom slid open to reveal Sara on the other side of the bathroom. She was sitting on the edge of the tub with one foot resting on her other knee underneath a towel.

"Thank you Gideon,” Sara said.

Ava stepped into the bathroom and followed the blood trail. When she saw the small pool of blood on the towel, she quickly rushed over, kneeling down next to Sara and taking a look at her foot.

"It's not as bad as it looks,” Sara assured her.

Ava wasn't quite so sure. Sara's whole foot was bloody with thousands of tiny pieces of glass shards embedded across the sole of her foot. Sara grabbed a small piece of glass out of her toe with a pair of tweezers and dropped it into a bowl to her left. Ava grabbed the edge of the towel and tried to lightly press it against the blood that gushed from the now open wound.

"We have to go to the Med-Bay,” Ava said looking up at her.

"No," Sara began to protest.

"Sara," Ava said grabbing her hand and gave it a squeeze. "You're bleeding quite profusely and at this rate, it's going to take at least an hour to get all this glass out."

"That was what I advised the Captain to do as well," Gideon sniped at her.

Sara rolled her eyes at both of them.

"I saw that," Gideon said.

"No, I'd rather do it myself, I'll go to the Med-Bay after I get everything out," Sara said taking out another piece of glass.

Ava just shook her head and looked back down at Sara’s foot. She got up and went over to the cabinet, grabbing another towel and bring it over. Sara switched it out with the drenched bloody towel and Ava took it straight to the trash shoot. Ava knew Sara wouldn't listen to anyone's medical advice but her own. Even if it meant withstanding a significant amount of pain and blood loss.

Ava sat down next to Sara and loosely wrapped up her foot in the new towel as carefully as possible, before pulling one arm under her knees and the other behind Sara’s back and picking her up.

"Ava what the... Put me down," Sara protested wiggling in her arms, but Ava just held onto Sara tighter as Gideon open the door for them.

"Sara, it's not going to kill you to just go to the Med-Bay straight away," Ava said, as she walked down the hall.

Sara let out a long drawn out and dramatic sigh but, she stopped wiggling and put one arm around Ava's neck.

"You don't have to carry me, you know, I can hop."

"I know," Ava said with a smile. "But one must always carry their damsel in distress."

Sara laughed at that and leaning up to kiss Ava’s collarbone, since she couldn't quite reach her lips.

When they reached the Med-Bay Ava set Sara down and snapped the bracelet around her wrist. Gideon quickly got to work on Sara's foot, as the robot arms came out and took multiple pieces a glass out at once. The bleeding hadn’t stopped but, Gideon applied a mist over the wounds and it was slowing down. Ava watched as Sara relaxed back into the chair, before lazily looking over at Ava with an easy smile.

"Gideon? Did you drug Sara?"

"Of course, I gave Captain Lance something for the pain as well as a light sedative that I give to all my difficult patients. It should wear off within a few minutes."

Ava couldn't help but laugh, especially when Sara pouted at her so adorably.

"It's not funny," Sara said.

Ava didn't respond, she just leaned in and kissed Sara, reveling in the fact that she quickly smiled against Ava's lips.

Gideon was quick and efficient, as soon as the robot hands disappeared back into the walls Sara sat up and pulled her foot back to inspect it. All the glass and blood were gone leaving only fresh new pink skin.

"Thank you Gideon," Ava said, briefly looking away from Sara and up to the ceiling. "Ah hem?"

Ava nudged Sara who prodded the new skin of her sole. "Yeah, thanks Gid."

"You’re welcome Captain."

"Ready to go back to the party?" Sara asked looking up at her.

Ava’s face betrayed her with a disgruntled look, she leaned down and rested her elbows and upper body on the chair.

"Not a fan of the party?"

"It’s fun, it’s just not really my thing, but I know it’s your thing, so we can go back for a little while longer."

Sara leaned forward and placed a kiss on Ava’s forehead. "It’s okay, I’m kinda partied out too. It’s not as fun as it was when I was 20."

Ava giggled and got back up, she held out her hand. "Want to go home, watch a movie, and hand out candy to all the cute kids."

Sara grabbed her hand and swung her legs around. She stood up and let Ava pull her in for a kiss, that was soft and sweet as they melted into their lips.

"I’m gonna go grab some candy and some wine and I’ll meet you back at the house," Sara said smoothing out the lapel of Ava’s suit.

"After you put on shoes!" Ava insisted.

"Of course."

Sara smiled and kissed Ava again, before untangling herself from Ava’s arms. She walked out the door, but not before she stopped, she held onto the door frame and winked at her. Teasing Ava with a shake of her tutu-clad butt before she disappeared.

Ava let out a breath as the heat rose in her cheeks and programed the Time Courier that was around her wrist. She opened a portal and stepped into the dark living room. She pulled out her phone and used it to turn on the lamp lights and start the fire. She ran upstairs and stripped out of her suit costume, and into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Ava was relieved to be able to wipe away the heavy makeup and went back downstairs.

After grabbing two wine glasses and pulling up Beetlejuice on the tv, she heard the sound of the portal opening behind her and turned to see Sara walking in. She had traded her corset for a skeleton shit, but kept the tutu and tights, and had also wiped her face clean. Sara held up the bottle of wine and a bowl of candy that she placed on the table in the hall, then flicked on the porch light and walked back over to her. Ava reached out her arms and Sara ran up to her, Ava picked her up with ease as Sara wrapped her legs around her waist.

Sara giggled as Ava sat down on the couch with Sara in her lap and relaxed back into the cushions. Sara leaned forward and poured them each a glass of wine as Ava started the movie. They both settled in as the movie started and Ava couldn’t help but sigh in content.

"This is nice, Thank you," Ava said looking down and Sara. Sometimes she was so overwhelmed by how much she loved this woman. She felt like she was floating on cloud nine when Sara smiled at her.

Which she did, Sara smiled and kissed her lips. "I’m happy anywhere you are."

Ava kissed her again and they settled in to watch the movie. However, the quiet didn’t last long as the doorbell rang.

Sara eagerly jumped up and ran to the door with Ava trailing behind her. She leaned against the wall as she watched Sara open the door and great the kids, giving them each a handful of candy and complemented their costumes. This, a quite domestic holiday with Sara, this was perfect.

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A Soul to Mend His Own | Ch. 78

A BIG THANK YOU TO @thetorturerwrites for helping me with the 🥵 part of this chapter. Also warning for smut, and anything bolded in the tags.

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Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Will tag as I go along, Will update tags, Slow Burn, Influenced by Star Trek and other Sci-Fi themes, References to We Happy Few, Tons of References and quotes to George Orwells 1984 see if you can find them all, The First Order is the new Big Brother, but who is really surprised, Blatant Nazi Symbolism, Interrogation Themes, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Really just drawn out Slow Burn, Don’t repost without permission, Torture themes, Suggestive Themes, Execution themes, Disturbing Themes, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Controlling Kylo Ren, Physical Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Kylo Ren is Not Nice, Kylo Ren Has Issues, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, Possessive Kylo Ren, A character shamelessly based on Zelda

A Kylo Ren x Modern! Reader in a soulmate au with canon divergence. —————————————SLOWBURN————————————–

He is already the Supreme leader, searching the universe to find you, his Empress. Your name on his wrist has been the only constant in his life, while you have doubts about his existence and his acceptance of you. He isn’t in the database and why did the name Kylo Ren cover Ben Solo?

MASTERLIST

Chapter 78: The End of a War

You walked back into the meeting, without your faithful guard dog. “Now where will we be sending everyone off to,” you ask your newly appointed Chancellor Hux.

“We have some reason to believe there is a Resistance base in the Outer Rim, on this end of the galaxy somewhere in K-5/6 and L-5/6 sectors. We will be sending heavy reinforcements to that region.” Hux seemed to be confident in the intelligence that you were given.

You considered the tactile plan, “I see and what do we think we will be met with?” You weren’t a military mind, but you needed to be sure that they knew what they were doing, they had failed before and failure wasn’t an option now.

Another First Order general spoke up, “Not much, we have already crippled much of their army, with the destruction of their last base and the several New Republic planets. Mostly this will be to finish them off and to now establish authority across the galaxy.” That’s exactly what you wanted to hear, taking control of the galaxy. Soon it would all be yours.

“So are a portion of the troops going to do that? While others face off in battle?” You knew sending all your fleet to one area would not be a wise decision. The Empire had chosen to do something similar in the past, and you weren’t going to be so stupid.

“Yes, I believe that is the best tactic. You have a phrase from your home planet saying ‘not to put all of your eggs in one basket’ and so by making sure we have a proper disbursement of ships across the galaxy we will maintain our authority.” Hux was an expert at trying to bring things to your understanding. He knew you had little background in any of this, and that you trusted him to make the right decisions. It is why he earned his promotion.

You nodded to him, “Good, Lord Ren will join the forces heading to the base, he has an important mission from me, one that he should not be distracted from.” You needed your husband to complete his mission, but more importantly, you needed him to come back in one piece. You wanted there to be no one in his way.

Hux seemed to understand this. “Of course, Empress. We will make sure he sees his task through without any obstacles.”

You left the meeting, Kylo was off fighting for you on some planet someplace in the galaxy. Hux had told you where but you really didn’t care. All you needed to know was that he was ok and that he was taking care of what you sent him for. It had been three days before you heard they were back. You had been doing various things, making sure the Final Order and First Order’s union was going smoothly. One of your staff came and told you that Kylo had requested in some of the interrogation rooms.

Walking down the hall with Ap’lek and Vicrul by your side, you saw officers and 'troopers dodging out of the way. All of them giving you proper salutes and acknowledgments to you as Empress. You made your way down to the interrogation rooms, pausing in front of the doors of the large one. Entering you saw an interesting sight, four people chained to the floor, the other Knights of Ren along the back wall, Kylo pacing in front of the prisoners, and Hux and Phasma talking in an opposite corner. It looked like a real party. Vicrul and Ap’lek joined their brothers in arms along the back wall. Doing the usual silent communication thing they did.

You looked at Hux and then Kylo before saying, “What do we have here?” You then looked at the four prisoners, who looked pretty worse for wear.

Hux spoke first, you could tell Kylo was still in beast mode as his Force energy wrapped around you protectively. “These are the last known leaders of the Resistance, unfortunately, we lost a few in battle at no fault to anyone.” The man on the left seemed the most rabid of them all, sneering at Hux.

“Why don’t you tell me who our guests are?” You kept your tone rather light, knowing what was to inevitably come.

The man on the left spat up at Hux, who was closest to him. “Guests? So that’s who we are now?” You could hear the venom dripping from his voice.

Hux looked rather unimpressed at the man who was chained down by his feet. “Poe Dameron General of the Resistance, notorious pilot who has killed millions in this war. He is responsible for blowing up Star Killer Base.” The brunette man glared at him before looking at you, you could see Kylo’s body shift towards him as a sign that he should watch his actions.

You point to the next chained prisoner.

“And him?” He seemed much bulkier than the pilot next to him.

“FN-2187,” responded Phasma first.

“My name is Finn,” spat the man.

Hux continued with his debriefing, “FN-2187 is a General of the Resistance. A defective stormtrooper traitor who has killed his own brothers and sisters in battle. He is partially responsible for the destruction of Star Killer Base.”

“And her?” You pointed to the next prisoner.

“Rose Tico, chief engineer of the Resistance. She and her family fought against the First Order when we annexed her homeworld, and she was crucial to the evacuation of the old resistance base.” Hux seemed rather displeased in particular with her.

“And what about them?” You pointed to the last prisoner.

“Noor Abdallah, a chief information officer of the Resistance. They have foiled many of our attacks by intercepting communications between ships, they helped with the destruction of Star Killer Base.” So this was Carter’s match? A Resistance fight, someone Carter had been dreaming about for years. Someone who now seemed to waste their life before they ever got a chance to meet their other half.

You stepped back for a moment watching your husband pace in front of them. They seemed to regard him as a higher status than you. Something he was not.

FN-2187 pleaded to him, “Rey wouldn’t have wanted this.” Rose seemed to agree.

“You think I cared for the Scavenger? I killed her.” So they thought she could be a bargaining chip to reason with the beast? She held no candle to you, you were the Empress, and she was a dead sand rat. You were his match, and she was nothing.

Poe now seemed to reason with him, “Leia wouldn’t have wanted you to do this.”

“And what do you know of my mother? She sacrificed herself to save me and her. You know nothing.” Bringing up his mother was a terrible decision on his part. What good did this pilot think he was doing? Did he really think he knew his mother better than he did? Ignorant and cocky is a dead man’s wish.

You were sick and tired of the prisoners ignoring your presence. “So these are some of the people who have outsmarted the First Order for so long?”

Hux responded in kind, “Dameron’s a damn good pilot and FN-2187 was trained as one of our own and was once very promising.” It was noted to you that he did not speak of the others at this point, you wonder just how many squabbles the two men had won against the First Order before you arrived.

You kept your voice aloof, “I see. It’s a shame they choose the wrong outcome in life don’t you think? Working for the Resistance, harboring chaos, defying me? What do you think my love?”

This caught Kylo’s attention, you could see he was shaking with anticipation and power. He wanted blood and now you would let him have it.

“Kill the pilot, the traitor, and the girl. As for Noor, send them to reconditioning, and then to Earth, there is someone there that doesn’t deserve to lose them just yet. Maybe they will reconsider unwise life decisions from now on.” You saved their life for your former friend Carter. You weren’t all heartless, but you knew whoever sided with the Resistance would still call you that. When your back was turned to head out of the room, you heard the crackle of Kylo’s lightsaber and the sound of bodies hitting the floor, you didn’t stick around to see the aftermath, rather you chose to go back to your quarters to prepare the treat you had promised him.

When you arrived you headed immediately to the bedroom where you pulled it out of a closet and laid it on the bed. While he was away, you had asked Vicrul and Ap’lek to fetch it from wherever he had chosen to hide it. It wasn’t a toy for you, but for him. Something to tame the beast for a short time. Something clad in tight black leather that the knights seemed to be fond of. You don’t know if Adlez had sparked the idea within them or if it was something they already enjoyed that she was the perfect outlet to share it with. But the present came with a little accessory, a black riding crop, something to instill obedience within the beast.

You had a newfound confidence that paired nicely with your new ego, your new self. You heard the door to your chambers open and the rush of booted footsteps. He was eager to see where you were, to receive his treat. He entered the bedroom with his helmet on, something you hadn’t considered before, but something to possibly explore at a later time. With the crop in your hand, you ordered, “Strip.”

The helmet came off first with a thud to the floor, his eyes fixated on the instrument in your hand. You could feel his desire pooling around you with the Force, his protection bubble revealing his underlying moods and wants. You watched his eyes grow dark as he obeyed your command, his breathing deepening and his arousal evident. You could tell that the beast was underneath the surface. Once he obeyed your command, you made a simple order again, “Kneel.”

He was already half-hard and growing more erect by the second. You stepped closer to him, his eyes followed you wildly, like a predator watching its prey. You leaned down next to his ear and said, “Now, I believe I promised you a treat for all your hard work. Your knights were so kind as to deliver me our wedding present. I think it’s high time we use it don’t you think? I think my beast deserves it.” You watched his body ripple with pleasure, trying to contain himself, trying to obey your orders.

You grabbed the toy off the bed, “Lean forward.” If it was anyone else, you would have had them lean against the bed for support, but he was just that, a beast. His strength could hold him for however long you needed him in a certain position, his monstrous strength and resilience would make sure of that. The black leather hugged his arms beautifully as you strapped him in and tied him up, the binder allowing you to have full control of the situation at hand. He still had the Force of course, but he seemed less inclined to use it now. Not wanting to disobey you. He was leaning into your touch, desperate for your warmth.

You took one look at him all tied up and were satisfied. “On the bed, on your knees, back to the headboard.” The beast was going to get some training today before you let him free. He scrambled to obey, and he was a sight to behold. He was now fully erect but frustrated at the lack of friction. He moved into the spot you wanted him in. Over the last few days, you put in a simple work order, you needed a few anchors put in the wall. One on each side of the bed and one in the middle for this exact purpose. You grabbed a sturdy chain and hooked it to the anchor and then to the ring in the binder. This would not hold him if he chose to go completely feral, but if he obeyed you, it would serve its purpose. Now your guard dog was chained up, and you were just about ready to let the beast loose.

He tested the chain, as you slowly and teasingly stripped in front of him. The beast wanted to touch you, to take you, but right now you were too far away for that to happen. “Does the beast want a taste?” This earned a snarl in reply. His eyes were wild, and his body was vibrating. You moved in closer. You brought the riding crop against his cheek, the only form of contact between you two at the moment. He wasn’t pleased as he bit the end of it, “Now, now, only good little attack dogs get their treats.” He let go of the crop which you then lightly whacked against his cock, earning a yelp and a thrust of his hips. But he didn’t seem to dislike it as you watched his lower ab muscles clench and his cock twitch. He looked like a wild chained up animal.

You moved in closer, but just out of reach, even though his hands were behind his back you wanted there to be distance yet. “Now are you going to be a good little guard dog and obey me or will you need to be punished some more?” The snarl you received seemed to encourage you to keep punishing him. You randomly whacked him in the abs, ass, thighs, face, and cock for a bit. You could see the pleasure rippling through his body, and the occasional moans of pleasure supported that. You rubbed the head of his cock with the tip of the crop, spreading the pre-cum around. After a few more hits to the dick, he came with a force. His seed covering both of your chests and stomachs. You then wrapped your arms around him and ordered him to clean you up.

The pleasure you received from giving his punishment and his attention and sucking of your breasts, got you close to the edge. You were enjoying everything as much as he did as you leaned back away from him and finished yourself off. On display for him, with your fingers buried in your own cunt. You could hear the chain creak as he pulled against it, wanting so desperately to touch you. But you came too fast to allow that. Once you caught your breath you stared up at him. He was struggling against the hold, desperate for you. You got up and brought your fingers to his lips, allowing him to clean them off before you ordered him to move back on the bed. “Clean me up.” You watched as he eagerly obeyed. His tongue, lips, nose, and teeth buried into your folds cleaning up your fresh juices. The beast loved to nip at the tender flesh, whereas Kylo just kissed and sucked, both had their advantages, but right now it was the beast’s turn.

Once you were confident that you were cleaned up, and that he was just eating you out now you ordered him to stop. Which seemed like it was difficult for him to obey but he did reluctantly. “Stay put.” You got up and moved behind him, propping yourself up on pillows. “Turn around.” He looked wild as he followed orders. The beast was waiting. You spread your legs open for him. His re-hardened cock twitched at the sight, you watched him breathe in and out jaggedly, attempting to keep what little control he had.

You swallowed back your own desire as you commanded, “I want your cock.” That seemed to flip the switch. Even though his arms were chained up behind him, the power of his hips was enough to cause you to scream his name. He thrust deep and hard into you, the beast giving his full power as he relentlessly pounded into you. The grunts, groans, moans, and growls filled the air as the sound of skin slapping filled the room. He bit and sucked at any flesh he could get, marking you up. It didn’t take long for both of your orgasms to crash together. He let out some sort of howl as he did, his name being screamed on your lips. For a few minutes, the beast seemed satisfied.

You struggled to get up, now wanting to unrestrain him so you would at least have one round with him free. He snarled at you as you tried to get up, thinking you were leaving him there. “No, I want to let the good guard dog go. So he can have some freedom.” Your fingers trembled as you removed the straps and undid the ties. You couldn’t really feel your lower body anymore, but you could feel the empty sensation of him not being inside of you. Once he was free it took only a few seconds for him to grab you and slam you back down on the bed. His feral side took over as he aggressively took you again. This time his thrusts hand more purchase as he was able to hold on to you, and the headboard. His hands occasionally groped your breast but they mostly were buried into the meat of your ass.

He filled you up completely, taking no pause as to fuck you deep and hard. The beast is using his full power now. You had promised him a treat and now your tight cunt was delivering it to him. If someone were to walk in on you now, they would probably think a wild animal was fucking you, but it was him. Holding you down, taking you as his own prize. Your breasts are barely able to bounce properly to meet the speed of his thrusts. All you could do was moan like a desperate whore at his deep hard pounding. He locked on to your g-spot and didn’t give up even after you orgasmed. He was looking for two for one as he continued his unrelenting pace. Which he was granted as you finally came together, being filled with his fire you felt completed.

He collapsed on top of you, seeming to hog all of your personal space, completely wrapping around you. It felt protective and possessive as he seemed to use the last of his energy to cover you in kisses. You fed your beast with your own pleasure. He was sated for now. You were now the Empress to the galaxy, and he won that for you.

A/N: Let me know what you think? Two more chapters after this.

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